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emilylorange · 2 months
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february's BirdWhisperer bird is an Ural owl! reference photo by Erik Karits
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eskiworks · 4 months
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Masters of their temporary domain, a painting for my dad for christmas!
Posted using PostyBirb
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yolas0 · 2 months
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blenselche · 1 month
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doin' some bird sketching to renew my hand's muscle memory
taking my field arts class out to the vulture barn today after church
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nearfromfar · 2 years
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To better understand human culture, Empress Caiatl will occasionally participate in human activities, such as feeding birds at the park.
"Commander Zavala reminds everyone not to feed the local Hunter flock, as bread is not a natural part of their diet."
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violantparejo · 3 months
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Pigeons 😝
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randomrodent213 · 5 months
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Drew some birds! Working on a a piece with my voice of the paranoid and The Nightmare next!
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hexeratii · 3 months
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Whipped out my trusty India Ink and doodled my favorite member of the corvidae family. 🐦‍⬛
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trevorzegrizz · 1 year
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what’s up Bordeleau
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metaldragoon · 1 year
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bordeleaubeau · 2 years
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google translate ✩ t. bordeleau
note: based off the song google translate by leanna firestone :)
summary: umich bords still, reader and bords had still kept in touch after a project in class, leading to some unspoken feelings, and some kept secrets.
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the luminate screen of your phone lit up your face, and while it was on the lowest setting it still managed to make your eyes squint at the brightness. it was nearing one am, and still, you found yourself awake and smiling like a child at her phone. like you were back in high school, and were texting the cute boy in your english class. but this time you were in college and texting the cute boy in literature- and you weren’t regretting it one bit.
bords: you knew that french writer and like five of their works. thats impressive
y/n: i took ap french in high school! my teacher kinda drilled all things french in our brains
bords: really? i was more of a spanish guy
y/n: no offense, that doesn’t really surprise me
y/n: i feel like literally everyone took spanish thats nothing against you i swear
bords: wooow ok i see how it is l/n
bords: to be fair i don’t remember shit, i dont even know how i passed. just knew i had to have a c to play for the weekend
y/n: i just think french is a really pretty language, yknow? spanish is nice, but not as elegant
bords: je pense que y/n est tres jolie i think y/n is very pretty
yeah, it was like you were back in high school again.
your hand flies over your mouth to attempt to conceal the squeal before it leaves your mouth to not wake up your roommate. excitement floods your senses, and your fingers run over the keypad.
y/n: je pense que tu es tres jolie aussi :) i think you’re pretty too
but you backtrack, holding in the backspace button until the message completely disappears. you go to type again, but thomas beats you to it, his gray bubble appearing on your screen again.
bords: well it’s time to get some sleep i think, your need your sommeil de beauté. i’ll see you tomorrow in class
y/n: goodnight thomas
he reads the message, and a few short seconds later a heart appears next to your message. there’s no further reply, and your curiosity gets the best of you, and you find yourself typing out another message.
y/n: did you really google translate a message to call me pretty in a language you dont even speak? read 1:34am
the next day drags on; your message from the early morning had gone unanswered by thomas. with the weight bearing down on your shoulders, thinking you may have made things awkward between the two of you, you begrudgingly make your way to your shared class: lit and society.
he sits diagonally in front of you. since the first day of classes, that was thomas’ seat. after the two of you had gotten assigned together for a project early on in the semester, you had stayed in touch after a small flame had been lit between the two of you. there was something there. it was small, but it was something.
normally, the two of you would be texting back and forth in the class from your macbooks. what your professor would think would be note taking, was actually the two of you going back and forth about how boring the class was. but there were no repeated taps on your keyboard today, just mindless staring down at your notebook.
needless to say, you couldn’t quite trust your eyes not to fall onto thomas’ figure, and to potentially have him sense your gaze and turn around. that would only want to make you curl up and hide in a ball even more than you already wanted to.
instead of engaging with class like normal, you keep your head hung. it had gotten to the point your neighbor, lilly, a sweet junior who you had become acquaintances with, nudged you.
“are you alright? you seem out of it today. you haven’t started your paper.” the brunette girl speaks, concern written across her face.
“uh, yeah. i just didn’t get much sleep last night. thanks for asking, though.” you reply, and lilly sends you a soft smile. it wasnt a complete lie- you had lay awake for a few moments after seeing thomas had read your text that had gone without a reply. and now here you were, from 1:34am to 2pm, no reply. and he wasnt even five feet in front of you.
the next sixteen minutes drag on, but eventually your professor dismisses the class for the afternoon. you have all intentions of high tailing your ass out of the classroom, but when trying to cram everything in your bag, your laptop charger tangles with another notebook spiral, when you pull that out it brings out yet another notebook, and your flustered figure is trying to shove everything in as fast as you can.
your hair luckily shields your face from whoever might be lingering in the classroom still, but when you lift your head, there’s almost no one there. two other people stay lingering on the other side of the classroom chatting, and your professor is busy closing out her computer.
your heart sinks.
he normally waits after class, and the two of you would walk to the dining hall before he gets swooped away from you by his teammates, and you by a handful of your friends.
you make your way out of the classroom, bookbag slung over your shoulder as you walk down the hallway. yet, you don’t make it far before you feel a grasp on your wrist. with the second you get to look at the arm, you recognize the ink from anywhere, before you’re spun around.
“je pense que y/n est tres jolie.” thomas speaks, a bright smile on his face, and a perfected french accent tainting his voice. “i didn’t need google translate, y/n. i didn’t tell you i used to live in montreal?"
“you, may have left that detail out.” you manage to get out, a blush dusting your cheeks. “you mean that?”
thomas lets out a laugh, his hand holding yours then going to wrap his arm around your shoulders. “of course i meant that, asshole. and i only didn’t text you back so i could see you today, and say that to you in person. so you see i'm not full of shit."
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tumb1rwh0re · 1 month
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CHUCK AND RED SRW GAY FOR EACHOTHER TRUST CHUCK KISSIDED RED ST THE END OF THE FIRDS MOVIE BADICALLY SAYING HR WANTS HIM
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owltypical · 2 months
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woodcocks are extremely entertaining birds with their little dances and their little meeps, but oh boy are they unsettling little creatures when you look at them too long
little misaligned rodent-looking things with their eyes at the top of their heads like a rabbit and their upside-down brains
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bordsluvr · 2 years
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oh my gosh.
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slaykovsky · 2 years
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OH JESUS CHRIST.
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