#common parakeet

[valra-pr]

Forgot to immediately make this post at the time when my sister went to a Japanese store and got home to gave me something weeks ago because of how this wallet look until now

So look completely normal right? Just the back of a ordinary budgie themed wallet, surely the face on the other side of it look pretty cute-

This is so stupidly funny how this defect resulted in both sides being just the budgie’s back and got sold like this?? This is just so dumb and hilarious I love it

This is how you find your soulmate, just by finding them with the same budgie wallet but with their own wallet being opposite of your wallet having both faces or backs

#animal #bird #budgie #budgerigar #common parakeet #wallet #i always love stupid defects like this #defects like this will never not be funny #i am not gonna use the wallet and instead just going to keep it around as little decoration

[oneanimalpictureaday]

The budgerigar also known as the common parakeet, I believe from Vienna.

fact from A-Z animals: Budgerigars spend the majority of their time in trees and build intricate nests with knots or other depressions just large enough to hold their eggs. Budgerigar birds are highly social amongst themselves and can be with humans as well. Males and females will pair up and live together in loose colonies in both the northern and southern territories. In the wild, these birds can live up to 15 or 20 years.

#birds #common parakeet #budgerigar #parakeet #bird

[ceruleanvulpine]

huge respect to @myxinidaes for reblogging that post with 100 birds

#ok im gonna try to list 100 birds. house sparrow song sparrow fox sparrow white-throated sparrow dark-eyed junco #robin. ovenbird. hermit thrush. carolina wren. cardinal #carolina chickadee. house finch. purple finch. goldfinch. white-breasted nuthatch #red-breasted nuthatch. hooded merganser. american coot. wood duck. mallard duck #surf scoter. ruddy duck. black duck. northern shoveler. common loon #crow. fish crow. raven. turkey vulture. bald eagle #feral pigeon. mourning dove. turkey. quail. AMERICAN WOODCOCK #solitary sandpiper. herring gull. great black-backed gull. piping plover. killdeer #yellow-rumped warbler. pine warbler. palm warbler. black and white warbler. i cant think of a fifth warbler. red tailed hawk #cooper's hawk. osprey. barn swallow. tree swallow. blue jay #peacock. egyptian goose. peregrine falcon. merlin. canadian goose #green heron. starting to struggle here. flamingo. skua. albatross. great blue heron #barn owl - snowy owl - great horned owl - barred owl - WHAT was that little owl in central park called - uhhh mandarin duck #chicken. california condor. rose finch (there are many but i dont remember any of the weirder species). adelie penguin. emperor penguin #northern mockingbird.. starling.. grackle.. african gray parrot.. monk parakeet #stellar's jay ... baltimore oriole.. argh what's the other oriole we get. DOWNY WOODPECKER.. hairy woodpecker... pileated woodpecker #red-headed woodpecker. red-bellied woodpecker. ruby-throated hummingbird. scarlet macaw. whooping crane #whippoorwill. snowy egret. great egret. european robin. bird of paradise #there's a warbler that's just 'yellow' right? yellow warbler? cormorant... #struggling with some where i cant remember the exact name like was it a 'double crested' cormorant or something else. #zebra finch .. blue-footed booby... pelican.... #australian magpie. The Other Magpie. ibis (nonspecific). potoo. EASTERN BLUEBIRDDDDDD !!! #ceruleanrambling #now i can go read yours

[dansnaturepictures]

31st October 2023: Lakeside and home

Photos taken in this set: 1. Sunlit rose hips looking lovely against the blue sky out the front. 2. Horseweed out the front. 3, 5 and 6. Views on a far reaching and brilliant lunch time walk, with some dramatic sky scenes and delicious autumn colour taking in some of the surrounding areas to Lakeside too. 4. A vibrant Red Admiral which it was a treat to see soon after getting into Lakeside, beautiful to see in the sun. 7. A hardy wild carrot at Lakeside with a few enjoyed today again. 8. A Cormorant I was thrilled to see in a tree beside beach lake, I've rarely seen them in trees here before. I'm on a great run of seeing this bird evocative of the coast and big lakes here lately. 9. Another exciting bird to hear with their screeching call and get a view of this lunch time, a Ring-necked Parakeet. I've been seeing them locally since 2020 with it being a species I only saw on visits to London prior to that, me seeing and hearing them here and from home has been patchy so it always feels slightly surreal seeing them here still, however this year I've had nice prolonged clusters of sightings of them at different points in the year and I'm slightly feeling more used to them here. 10. Mushroom at Lakeside.

I got stunning views of another emerald delight, a Green Woodpecker in the eastern meadows. Mistle Thrush, excitingly a quick view of a Kingfisher on Concorde lake, some nice Woodpigeon views, Jackdaw, Carrion Crow, Magpie, Black-headed Gulls, Coot, Moorhen and Great Crested Grebes were other standouts in a unique list of birds seen at Lakeside today, with Goldfinch a highlight at home today. Three butterfly species on my walk was pretty decent for the end of October with Speckled Wood seen nearby and battling with the Red Admiral at Lakeside and a Small White my first for a little bit on the way. It was nice to see a ladybird the other side of the window this afternoon at home. Common Darter was nice to see at Lakeside too as was Grey Squirrel. Meadow crane's-bill, dock, apples and rose hips were nice plants and fruit seen on the walk with amazingly still some lavender in flower and firethorn berries nice to see out the front too.

#red admiral #common darter #green woodpecker #speckled wood #ring-necked parakeet #cormorant #great crested grebe #photography #birdwatching #goldfinch #kingfisher #2023 #photos #earth #hampshire #october #autumn #autumn leaves #england #uk #nature #happy #magpie #wild carrot #meadow crane's-bill #europe

[adora-birds]

with spring hitting, it's time for everyone to take their yearly jail time.

even with no good nesting spaces in the communal areas fighting for the best egg spots inevitably breaks out. separating the flock is the best way to prevent injuries :)

#pet birds #birbs of tumblr #birds #pets #common myna #indian myna #id: yakko #cockatiel #parakeets #parrots #id: muffin #id: ghost #if you can see her hiding in there lol

[welcome-to-latveria]

That ask has me thinking about the non-native birds of the UK... shout out to those feral parakeets!!

#i think if you did a study of the most common birds in london it would be pidgeons and parakeets im not even joking 😭 #txt post #united kindom

[lesbiten]

i feel so bad for juniper whyd thzy have to hurt that poor bird

idk wing clipping is a thing thats very very normalized in bird communities despite all of the evidence that points to it being way more harmful for a bird to be clipped than for it to be able to fly. if you can imagine that

#and like i get that a lot of people arent aware its harmful because they dont look into it or they dont think about it #when someone tells you 'its safer for your bird to be clipped so it cant hurt itself while flying!' youre like 'oh okay!' #but like. physical detriments aside (taking away the birds ability to exercise) the mental toll is awful #juniper tries to fly constantly you can very much tell he WANTS to do things but is physically unable to #and so he has to compensate with things like being able to climb vertical surfaces with great difficulty #and like. it is definitely partially on me because should i have gotten a bird from petsmart? no lol #but acacia was alone for almost a month and its very common for zebra finches to die if they lose the bird theyre bonded to #and acacia was bonded to oasis #and nowhere else had finches!!!!!! it was a difficult choice but i hoped that petsmart wouldnt clip finch wings #even though i KNOW they clip parrot/parakeet wings #but somehow. SOMEHOW. they still disappointed me #asks #mutuals tag

[extinctionstories]

Tie a string around your finger, so you won't forget...

The Carolina Parakeet was declared extinct in 1939.

Up until just the year before, people were still claiming to have sighted the yellow-headed parakeets in the wild—in the impenetrable depths of Georgia's Okefenokee Swamp; along the Santee River basin of South Carolina, where people still search for the Ivory-Billed Woodpecker to this day—but evidence suggested only escaped, feral species of pet birds, tinged by wishful thinking.

The last definitively identified specimen of Conuropsis carolinensis, a male named Incas, had died at the Cincinnati Zoo in 1918. As it happens, his last home was the very same cage in which Martha, the endling Passenger Pigeon, had spent her final years. 2014, the hundredth anniversary of Martha's loss, brought the publication of a number of new books on the topic of the Passenger Pigeon and even a documentary; the centenary of Incas' death, by contrast, warranted only a handful of mentions of our lost native parrot.

Hardly a hundred years later, our parakeet has faded from common memory—like the fading text on the tags that twine around the feet of the study skins that fill museum specimen drawers, where they should have filled the sky, should have filled roosts in hollow trees, should have filled our backyards; should have filled their lungs with air, and our hearts and imaginations and eyes with the sight of their iridescent green feathers.

The title of this painting is Memory Knot. It is gouache on 18 x 13 inch paper, and is the 9th piece in my series on the extinct Carolina Parakeet. It is also the final piece in the series as originally conceived (though inspiration continues to strike, and this is not the last appearance the species will make in my art).

Please, remember that there was a bird called the Carolina Parakeet. Remember what happened to it. Remember that we are the only ones who can keep it from happening again.

#carolina parakeet #extinct birds #traditional painting #recently extinct

[moodyvamp]

omg I just noticed I still have that feather in my phone case it's been there since my final exam

#there are a lot of ring-necked parakeets in rome so it's common to find green feathers #but i didn't have one yet because i gifted the one i found back in february to a friend #technically she found it and i took it but i felt bad so i gave it to her #it was much prettier than this one 😔

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Oblomov’s Goncharov: The Novel That Started It All

To understand Martin Scorsese’s presentation of “Goncharov” (1973) it is first necessary to understand Oblomov’s original novel on which it is based, and indeed, the time in which it was written.

The author, Ilya Ilyich Oblomov, was a young nobleman who lived in the late 19th century in Moscow. Popular with the royal family and rich beyond all measure, he was targeted along with the royals by Lenin and the Bolsheviks when they took over Russia after the first world war (known then as World War Part I of II). To escape the fate of the royals (he is believed to have escaped the Winter Palace by only hours) he fled to Italy.

Italy was, at the time, a newly unified country of former city-states including Rome, Florence, Milan, and for some reason, Chicago, IL, the people of which may have thought “IL” stood for Italy at the time. Oblomov himself found protection in Vatican City (which was not a city, but a separate country) owing to his significant contributions to the Popesidential campaign of Pius XII. Once the revolution had died down in his former country, now part of the USSR, which is English for CCCP, which is Cyrillic for SSSR, which stood for USSR, Oblomov moved out into the “Country” (which was not a country, but just an Italian city) and began writing of his experiences.

Oblomov began his novel, Goncharov, in 1921. Its narrative was to be an epic escape from Russia to match his own, but this was not to be, as the house he moved into belonged to the family of Francesco Cuccia, known now as “Don Ciccio the All-Around Unpleasant” or “Cuccia the Pretty Damn Bloodthirsty.” Oblomov, having been tricked by certain vindictive members of the Vatican House of Commons, did not in fact have permission to live there.

As Oblomov himself tried to evade not only Don Ciccio’s mafia but Lenin’s assassins, Vatican intrigue, Templar knights trying to kill the Assassins, and of course, the order of assassins themselves, known then as “hidden ones” or simply, The Brotherhood; his novel Goncharov became a venting point for the tribulations to which he was subjected. Thus, Goncharov became the story of an epic battle between the Italian Mafia and Russians that we know today.

The novel Goncharov, published illegally in Soviet Russia as “Ivan Goncharov” or “The Many Sufferings Of Ivan Goncharov: Hope For The Best, Expect The Worst” was an underground hit. Stalin himself is said to have greatly enjoyed the novel before banning it, burning most copies of it, kidnapping its author and sending him to die in a gulag in Siberia. Though no record exists of Oblomov’s death, it does seem he was captured by Soviet secret police while visiting his parakeet in Yekaterinburg, and all record of him is lost upon his arrival in northern Siberia.

But a few copies made it out, and thanks to an English translation by Penguin Classics, the book fell into the hands of Martin Scorsese, who read the novel while in prep for his film Mean Streets, where he would go on to meet producer Domenico Procacci. Scorsese was of course too busy with his first New York epic to direct, but he agreed to co-produce the film. All that was missing was a director.

While filming the riot scene for Mean Streets though, Scorsese and his casting director happened to meet a certain extra with a peculiar name. Matteo JWHJ0715 (whose family name was changed at Ellis Island from “Jones”) had just moved to New York to achieve his dreams of Hollywood stardom, having thought Hollywood was one of New York’s suburbs. Scorsese corrected him and allayed his disappointment by inviting him to join him and Procacci for dinner.

The rest, as they say, is history.

#goncharov #oblomov #scorsese #cinema #history #unreality

[psikonauti]

Noël Hopking (British,1882-1964)

A study of a pair of budgerigars, common parakeets with deep blue plumage, perched within a blossoming quince tree

watercolour

#Noël Hopking #Noel Hopking #Noël Hubert Hopking #Noel Hubert Hopking #upl #va #art #illustration #painting

[capricornlevi]

blowin' off steam

wc 3.4k - timeskip!atsumu miya x f!reader - college au - strangers to roommates to lovers - friends with benefits - possessive!atsumu - v nsfw, mdni

“Y’know … ya can't keep usin’ me as a way to blow off steam after a bad date.”

Atsumu’s words are emphasised when you feel the nip of his teeth against your lower lip, biting down just enough for you to feel the slightest sting. 

Your roommate is many things, but subtle isn’t one of them. 

The gesture makes you laugh, the sound all breathless and hazy as you fumble with shaky fingers to undo the back of your dress. With Atsumu’s shirt and joggers already tossed on the couch, you’re lagging considerably behind – though not for lack of enthusiasm. 

Dipping his head in to kiss you again, you feel his strong hands reach up to assist your efforts to undress; before you have time to catch your breath, the red fabric falls to the floor to be swiftly kicked aside, landing in an untidy pile by the TV. 

You moan in a voice that doesn’t even sound like your own. You paw at his bare chest with a confidence that seems alien to you, the desperation feeling like a force you can’t control. 

And, truth be told, you’re not even sure how this routine developed. 

Of course, you remember when he moved in last year, arriving at your door all sweaty and panting having come straight from volleyball practice to collect his key. You handed it to him wordlessly, eyes scanning over his muscular frame with a curious but sceptical outlook on what your shared living situation would be like. 

You’d met Atsumu just once before then, at a party hosted by a mutual friend – the brother of your former roommate whose lease he ended up taking over – and you found him to be … fine. Pleasant enough. Saeko seemed to get along well with him. 

Though he was more than a little hyperfocused on his own athletic achievements, having launched into the conversation expecting you to have a thorough understanding of college volleyball. You had, at best, an entry-level grasp on the sport. 

When the conversation inevitably started to lag, you had contemplated kissing him to break the awkward silence. 

It was late, you were tipsy, and he was hot. It seemed like as good a way as any to change the topic.

But he was whisked away by his drunken teammates before you had the chance, with them eager to show off their captain to anyone who would listen. 

That’s the last you saw of him. 

You were content on leaving things there, until your dear friend Saeko informed you that a friend of her brother’s wanted to move in when she graduated. 

Atsumu Miya, she’d exclaimed, holding up the line in your favourite cafe as she talked, remember him?

He’d be the perfect candidate, she informed you in her usual exuberant manner, if you could overlook all the college athlete stuff, you’d get along great. He wouldn’t care about the broken ceiling light in the hallway or the next-door neighbour with four overly-zealous pet parakeets. 

Not to mention all the parties he’d be able to get you into …

“Swear, he’s really not that bad,” Saeko chirped in between sips of her triple-shot americano, “Ryu told me he’s the only one who knows how to clean up after himself. And he’s in final year too, so you have that in common!”

Turns out, that’s the only thing you had in common.

It was a tense first couple of weeks. The two of you made polite conversation when in the kitchen at the same time, nodded in each other’s direction when passing by on campus, and even went out grocery shopping together a few times. He was a fine person to live with. He didn’t make that much of a mess and kept noise to a minimum. 

However, the roommate bonding did not come naturally at all. It was awkward to the point where mealtimes grew unbearable, a constant barrier of silence hovering between the two of you, a reminder of how different you both were, how you live two distinct lives with no common threads.

That uneasy pattern continued until one night when you arrived home in the early evening, less than two hours into a Tinder date, a date you had been looking forward to for weeks. 

You had brought it up to Atsumu in the context of polite but extremely stilted small-talk over cereal that morning, so he wasn’t expecting you home for several hours – if at all. You likely startled him because of this, his head snapping in your direction when he heard your key turn in the apartment door, sitting up suddenly from where he’d been laying down on the couch.

He flinched when you closed the door behind you a bit too forcefully.

“... everythin’ okay?” he asked slowly, hesitantly, unsure as to how badly the night had gone, and even more unsure as to whether he should ask about it. 

You sighed and tipped your head back, eyes screwed shut with frustration – none of which was directed towards Atsumu, who just had the misfortune of being the first person you saw after Tinder Boy left the bar to take a call from his ex. 

“Bad date, is all,” you mumbled, hanging your jacket on the hook by the door, trying your best to keep your temper on a tight leash. The last thing you wanted was to snap at Atsumu and turn your awkward living situation into a tense one. 

“How bad?”

It’s nice that he cared, you supposed. Even if he was only asking out of courtesy. 

Kicking off your heels before collapsing down on the couch next to Atsumu, you rubbed your tired eyes with the back of your hand, swearing under your breath when you remembered you were wearing mascara.

“Still in love with his ex of four years-level bad,” you answered despairingly, wiping at the mascara stain with your thumb. You were too exhausted to come up with a polite and watered-down version of events – may as well vent to someone, right? “They broke up before we started talking but got back together – without me knowing, obviously – and then she dumped him when she saw my messages this morning. He started crying before we even got the second round of drinks.”

A beat of silence passed, and for a moment you worried that you overshared to this practical stranger who just shares your communal living space. 

“Well … that is a bad date,” Atsumu replied, and the earnestness with which he delivered it made you chuckle.

The chuckle turned to a laugh when Atsumu tried and failed to say something else, clearly lost for words at how to console someone in your situation, the cogs in his head turning over and over. 

“Who is this guy, anyway?” he eventually settled on asking, his bright eyes fixed on your face for signs of discomfort. Seeing none, the corners of his mouth quirk upwards for a split second.

“The captain of the soccer team,” you mumbled in a quiet, defeated tone, already wanting to forget he ever existed. You had deleted his number before even getting in your taxi home. 

At that, Atsumu barked out a laugh that shocked you out of your self-pitying stupor.

“What?” you asked defensively. 

“Holy shit … him? I coulda told you he was a waste!” he grinned, shaking his head as he spoke. “You shoulda told me before goin’ out with him – guy’s known for pullin’ shit like that. A complete mess.”

You groaned, being met with another chuckle from your half-pitying, half-amused roommate. If you were in any other frame of mind, you could have stopped to appreciate how easy the conversation was, particularly in contrast to the ones you’ve shared before. 

Even though the humour was technically at your own expense.

“Couldn’t you just give me a blanket warning about student athletes?”

He clutched his chest with mock offence. “Don’t you dare group us all with him. He’s the worst of us, promise.”

Rolling out your shoulder to release some of your stress, you noticed the strap of your dress has fallen down a bit. You fixed it absent-mindedly, paying no attention to the path Atsumu’s eyes were following.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you said light-heartedly. 

“Appreciate it.”

A beat of silence passed, though it’s not nearly comparable to the ones you’ve shared before. This was nice, comfortable, natural. 

It made you want to keep talking to him. 

“I spent two hours getting ready for this, y’know?” you lamented through bittersweet laughter, finally starting to appreciate the humour of the situation. “Picked out a nice dress, painted my nails. I even shaved every -- nevermind.”

Your face heated the moment the words left your mouth, conscious of how much you just revealed. Things between the two of you were going from nice to comfortable to potentially too comfortable, and you felt you needed to dial it back before scaring him off. 

Oh, you really hoped you hadn’t made things weird, or potentially wrecked the only bonding moment you’ve had since moving in.

But Atsumu didn’t seem too bothered by it. 

Instead, he just stood up from the couch, walked wordlessly over to the door and shrugged on his own jacket, using his hands to style his messy hair into something more deliberately messy. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, perplexed. He hadn’t mentioned anything about having plans that night, and it seemed a peculiar point in the conversation to just up and leave. 

He turned to face you again, shooting you that blinding grin you hadn’t appreciated since that first time you met. 

“Wanna go out for a drink instead?” 

— 

You woke up the following morning in a bed that didn’t feel like your own.

Strange, you thought to yourself as you buried your head into the pillow, you fully remember getting home last night - you only had two drinks the whole time you were with Atsumu - and you don’t remember talking to anyone else.

Once the tiredness wore off and you finally opened your eyes, you sat up in bed with a start and a gasp.

“Mornin’,” Atsumu yawned from right beside you, bleach-blonde hair once again ruffled from sleep. He lifted his arms to stretch, shifting the covers in a way that showed –

Yep, still naked. Both of you.

“Holy shit,” you hissed under your breath, tucking the covers back over your chest. 

“Language,” he scolded, amusement leaching into every syllable. He propped himself up on his elbow, biceps tensing in a way you pretend you couldn’t see, and he just looked at you, casually observing the state of shock you were sinking into. 

He did not seem to grasp the gravity of the situation whatsoever. 

“We slept together, Atsumu!”

Your statement was a little redundant, you know that, but you felt as though the words needed to be spoken aloud in order for them to actually feel real.

Atsumu just nodded plainly, eyes twinkling as he took in your reaction. He didn’t seem rejected or dismayed, just … entertained. Curious. Like he was watching a rerun of one of his old favourite volleyball matches.

“Yes, we did.”

“You don’t – people don’t sleep with their roommates!” you blurted out, gesticulating in a way that verged on the overdramatic. Your heart pounded in your chest, and whether it was from embarrassment, adrenaline, something else, you weren’t sure. 

He tilted his head to the side, puzzled. “Why not?”

You refused to answer his question; instead, you slid out of his bed, searching frantically for your clothes. 

“That can’t … we can’t … we need to pretend that never happened,” you muttered, giving up on your search for your dress and grabbing one of Atsumu’s sweatshirts from his closet, draping it over yourself.

“Sure,” he drawled, entirely pleased at the image before him. 

Through it all, you managed to roll your eyes.

“Atsumu,” you hissed, hurriedly grabbing your underwear from where you spotted it on the floor, “I mean it.”

“Okay,” he drawled as you let the door shut behind you, with an assuredness you didn’t understand at the time.

Your next Tinder date was three weeks later, and it didn’t take long for you to figure out Atsumu’s sudden confidence.

You didn’t intend on it becoming a pattern. Really, you didn’t. 

But whenever you went on a shitty date – and knowing college boys, that happened fairly often – it was always so refreshing to know you had someone as charming as Atsumu waiting at home for you. 

Atsumu, who knew what he was doing when it came to sex.

Atsumu, who you had developed so much trust for these past few months.

Atsumu, who you could rely on. Who you got along with.  

Sometimes you’d only spend a few minutes talking to a new guy before making up your mind that you’d be spending the night in your roommate’s bedroom.

And tonight is no different.

Anticipation flowing through your veins, you feel your shoulders land against the soft couch cushions as Atsumu lowers you down, his hand somehow supporting your back and unhooking your bra at the same time. 

He joins you on the couch, his giant frame wrapping around you as he presses kisses to every inch of skin he can. 

“So, how bad was that date?” he asks diplomatically, politely, as if you can’t feel the hardness pressed against your stomach. 

Your face burns under Atsumu’s careful attentions, mind already hazy. “I don’t wanna talk about him right now.”

Atsumu peers up from where he was kissing at the swell of your breasts, his eyes sharp and focused, a glint in them that you recognise as he starts to dip his head lower and lower. 

“Good,” he mumbles, his lips on your ribcage, stomach, leaving trails of goosebumps until he’s on his knees on the floor. “I don’t really wanna hear ya talk about him either.”

You groan as Atsumu’s fingers trail along the band of your underwear, tugging milimeter by milimeter. You cant your hips up to allow him access. 

“Wonder how he’d feel if he knew?” he ponders quietly, slipping the delicate fabric down your legs to be tossed to the side like the rest of your clothes.

“Hm?” you ask, distracted by the contrasting sensations of the cool air and Atsumu’s warm breath against your skin.

“I said,” Atsumu repeats carefully, using the tip of his tongue to trace a path along the inside of your thighs. “I wonder how he’d feel? Your date - knowin’ I get to taste ya tonight when he can’t?”

“Atsumu,” you choke out, the sound emerging as a pitiful mewl. Your hands bunch into fists at your sides, so tightly wound your knuckles start to ache. 

He’s at the divot between your legs now, kissing and licking everywhere except where you so desperately need him, everywhere except the place that’s been throbbing for him since you started getting ready for this date. 

“Yeah?” he says casually, with the confidence of someone who has you on a knife’s edge, someone who knows your body well enough now that he can tease and taste and draw things out to his heart’s contest. 

You gasp, chest rising and falling erratically, sweat beading on your forehead as you writhe underneath him. 

“P–please.”

Taking pity, he finally presses his tongue flat against you, tasting what’s been making his mouth water for months now. 

You can feel him grin as he starts to suck on your swollen clit. 

Your spine jackknifes off the couch almost immediately, the heat of Atsumu’s mouth and his talented tongue proving to be too much at once. 

But you don’t ask him to stop. If anything, you spur him on, fingers twisting into his soft hair and crying out his name as if you hadn’t already received three noise complaints this month alone. 

“‘Tsumu–” you gasp, hips bucking up against his mouth. “Don’t stop, please, ‘Tsumu, please …”

Atsumu hums, the vibrations resonating against your already-sensitive folds; he did it because he knows it makes you shiver against him, and he succeeds at doing so. 

Every flick of his tongue, every careful switch in pressure, it all compounds in a swell of heat that gathers low and steady in your core. 

Two fingers press at your entrance and are met with no resistance, slipping inside and almost instantly hitting that spot that only Atsumu ever seems to reach. Every cell in your body feels ignited, buzzing with energy and tension ready to snap like a rubber band. 

He’s so good at this. Talented with every part of his body – and he always gets you off first, making sure you’ve come on his hands or his tongue before he even thinks about fucking you. 

But that alone isn’t why you keep coming back to him after every date. 

The sex is great, obviously, but there’s something about the way he handles you, a gentle possessiveness that stays with you long after you go back to your own room the following morning, an unspoken tenderness you can’t quite place.

He touches you like he’s in awe every single time.

Before you can think any further, he has his lips wrapped around your clit again and sucks, sucks until your vision goes white, until you’re about to –

“‘Tsumu I’m gonna come I’m gonna come–”

And you burn up underneath him, oblivious to anything else in the world but the feeling of his fingers pressing inside you, how he licks you through it under the waves subside.

Once your legs are steady enough to support you, he has you flipped around so your elbows are resting on the couch cushions, your hips propped upwards, eager to feel him inside you.

You feel his hands on your ass, spreading you open with unintelligible but undoubtedly praising murmurs, admiring his work.

Then, you feel the length of his cock press against you – not inside, but against your soaking flesh, circling slowly  – as he sees how easily you’d take him, how you just suck him in, how you’re subconsciously backing up against him in order to get more friction. 

It’s only when you’re on the verge of sobbing that he sinks inside to the hilt, hissing out a groan through his teeth as he feels you wrap around him so tightly. 

If you wanted to, you could tell him that you spent the whole date tonight thinking about this, but he already knows that – you’d said something to that effect in a fucked-out haze about five or so dates ago. 

Or you could tell him that nobody’s as good as him, but he’s (acutely) aware of that, too. You’re more than fond of the man at this point and you don’t mind padding his ego, but you can think of more creative ways to get him going. 

So you deepen the arch of your back, spreading your legs wider for him to fuck into you, your fingers aching once again from how you’re gripping the couch for leverage. 

He groans, the sound all low and drawn out, biting down on his lower lip to stifle it. 

“Ya drive me crazy, y’know that?”

You smirk against the couch cushion. “I know.”

“B- but I told ya earlier,” he continues, his breathing heavy and unsteady. “I – we can’t keep doin’ it like this, after your dates.”

That takes you by surprise. You thought it was just a throwaway line, that it didn’t mean anything.

Does he want to stop hooking up?

“Why?” you ask, keeping your question to just one word so as to not give your panic away in your voice. 

“Because,” he mutters, “Cos what if ya meet someone ya really like on one of those dates?” 

The idea alone bothers him enough that he speeds up his thrusts, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing around the living room. 

Amidst the overwhelming sensation, you just about manage to articulate a response. 

“What if I already have?”

He slows, hips still moving in and out but at about half the speed they were just moments before, and you feel one of his giant hands grip your hip for leverage.

As always, it’s firm but careful. Tender, even. 

“You mean that?” he asks, thumb tracing soft circles at your hipbone.

You turn your head slightly, peering up at him over your shoulder. You smile with the full knowledge he knows the answer already, he just needs you to confirm it.

“Yeah,” you say with sincerity. 

“So no more dates?” he asks, starting to fuck you in earnest again. 

You laugh breathlessly, hazily. “No more dates.”

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #timeskip atsumu #haikyuu #may tries to write #and they really and truly were roommates!!!

[stamp-it-to-me]

two 1975 North Korean stamps from a series on parrots

[id: two postage stamps with slightly stylized illustrations of birds. the left depicts a red-breasted parakeet. the parakeet is mostly green with a very faint tinge of pink on its white chest. the right depicts two perching budgies, also known as common parakeets. one is green while the other is light blue and brown. end id]

#snail mail #stamps #postage #north korea #animals #birds #parrots #parakeets

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07/10/2023-Lakeside Country Park

Pictures taken in this set are of: 1. A beautiful Migrant Hawker, I was thrilled to see a fair few beside Concorde Lake for the second day running such prepossessing insects. I was determined to have a photo to show for this run of seeing them at Lakeside today and yesterday and Winnall Moors this morning having missed a few photo opportunities and like the little boy looking for a bear (mentioned in my previous post about my Winnall Moors trip today) I didn't give up, getting a few. I'd never got a dragonfly in flight photo before. 2. One of a few quirky Ring-necked Parakeets it was a pleasure to hear and then see in the woods in the south west corner of the site, a powerful bird moment today. 3. Robin. 4 and 7. One of a few nice mushrooms seen which included another one which were possible mower's mushroom. 5, 6 and 8. Views including nice reflections. 9. Ruby rose hips. 10. Wild carrot.

Fine views of Common Darter, Small Copper, Small White, Speckled Wood and I believe Red Admiral seen here made it a fantastic insect day with a spider enjoyed here too I am loving seeing so many in this key time of year for seeing them. Great Crested Grebe, Moorhen, Coot, Mallards including flying, Magpie, Carrion Crow and Jackdaw were bird highlights here. Other nice plants seen were buttercup, late knapweed, white and broad-leaved clover, scabious, loads of pineappleweed in one area, chamomile, hawksbit possible autumn hawksbit, meadow crane's-bill, beautiful hogweed seed heads in the sun, blackthorn sloes, hawthorn berries and wild service tree berries.

#photography #migrant hawker #ring-necked parakeet #small copper #common darter #2023 #earth #nature #uk #scabious #flowers #great crested grebe #coot #moorhen #outdoors #saturday #weekend #rose hips #red #parakeet #magpie #carrion crow #jackdaw #birdwatching #robin #europe #hampshire #lakeside country park #england

[letaot-ze-magniv]

Infodump on birds in Israel? 👁️👁️ Pls go on

General guide to birds in Israel

This post is going to be very long

Level 1- really common ones

Hooded crow/o-rev a-for (gray crow)

These big boys are the most common birds in Israel. You can find them everywhere, especially in urban areas. They’re quite big, the average crow is 40-50 cm long with a wingspan of 1m. (That’s bigger then a pigeon).

Like all corvids, they are incredibly intelligent. They have an excellent memory, can recognise specific humans and pass on information through generations. They are fond of shiny things, have funerals, an understanding of games and a justice system. They can use tools and have a taste for peanuts and grapes.

Laughing dove/tzo-tze-let/yo-na

These are the second most common birds in Israel, and they’re also an invasive species. The vast majority of people call them “yona” and if you say “tzotzelet wont know what you mean. You can find them everywhere, especially in cities.

This is an invasive species, and is commonly thought of as the first invasive species in Israel. It was brought over by Muslims during the Ottoman occupation and has lived here since.

Domestic pigeon/yo-nat ha-Ba-it (house dove)/yo-na

Like the tzotzelet, most people call this bird “yona” too. That leads to the misconception that they’re the same species and confusion between the two. This pigeon is also extremely common, and you can find it in all urban spaces in Israel.

Feathering mutations are widespread among domestic pigeons, and they can also look like this:

House Sparrows/ dror ha-ba-it/dror

On the left, a female, on the right is a male. This birds are tiny and common and very cute. Can be found in all areas of Israel. They like eating small seeds and bugs, and you can feed them bread.

Monk parakeet/ tu-ki ne-zi-ri (commonly known as tu-ki)

They’re green, adorable, can speak, and you guessed it, are invasive! Like the maynas, monk parakeets were introduced to Israel in the 90s after they escaped the Tzafari. You can find them in all parts of Israel except the Negev, and they’re especially common in Tel aviv and it’s neighbouring cities. Monk parakeets are often confused with rose-ringed parakeets as they’re the only green birds in Israel.

Rose ringed parakeets/da-ra-ra

Above is the male, below is the female. Like monk parakeets, dararas are also an invasive species. I thought they were introduced in the 90s, but apparently they were introduced in the 1860s because they were kept as pets. Like monk parakeets, they can be found in all areas of Israel that aren’t deserts. It’s hard to tell them apart from monk parakeets if you can’t see their chests.

Eurasian Jackdaw/kak

Yet another corvid! Like all other corvids, jackdaws are extremely intelligent, have an understanding of death, can use tools, and so on. Jackdaws are unique in that they also have an understanding of monogamy and privacy around mating! They prefer to mate away from their murder (is murder what you call a flock of any corvid or is that exclusive to ravens?) and they also kill their ill. They can be found in all areas hooded crows are, but aren’t as common. Its possible to confuse them for a hooded crow, but they’re smaller and darker.

Hopoe/du-khi-fat

This lil girl isn’t extremely common, but it’s the national bird and is adorable so I HAD to include it. Hopoes tend to live near sources of water, and you can find them in coastal areas. There used to be more of them but sadly deforestation and invasive species hurt the population. They have a floofy feather thingy on their head that they can open and close and that’s adorable!

I’ll make a part 2 now about somewhat uncommon birds

If anyone is interested in learning more about the birds of Israel, I highly recommend אתר הצפרות הישראלי. They have detailed descriptions of the birds, they include scientific Hebrew and Arabic names, they have a map that shows you how common each bird is in what part of Israel, AND THEY HAVE RECORDINGS OF THE BIRD CALLS

They also have a page for every bird that was ever spotted in Israel, even if it was only once. Don’t ask me what they define as Israel, because I’ve wondered about it too and I don’t know

#מקורי שלי #ישראבלר #ציפורים #לטאות #jumblr #birds of israel

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It was on this day (21 February) in 1918 that the last known Carolina Parakeet, Incas, died at the Cincinnati Zoo – in the same cage the last known Passenger Pigeon, Martha, had died only four years earlier.

Carolina Parakeet (Conuropsis carolinensis, Linnaeus 1758) preserved specimen in the Field Museum of Natural History collection. [Wikimedia Commons]

Audubon’s illustration of the species in original edition of The Birds of America is perhaps one of his finest works (and definitely my personal favorite!), capturing the boisterous beauty of these colorful and highly social birds as they feast on cocklebur seeds. There is even a juvenile in the mix, its head still green:

"Carolina Parrot" (Conuropsis carolinensis carolinensis subspecies), Plate XXVI in the original edition of The Birds of America (1827-38), engraving by Robert Havell, Jr. after John James Audubon’s original 1825 watercolor painting, hand-colored engraving and aquatint on wove paper. [Wikimedia Commons]

Unfortunately, the plate made for the smaller second edition is much inferior to the original, thinning out both the flock and foliage:

“Carolina Parrot or Parrakeet” (Conuropsis carolinensis carolinensis subspecies), Plate 278 in the first Royal Octavo edition of The Birds of America (1840-4), engraving by J. T. Bowen after J. J. Audubon, hand-colored stone lithograph. [Wikimedia Commons]

Those green-bodied Carolina Parakeets in Audubon’s published plates are the nominate subspecies, Conuropsis carolinensis carolinensis. He also made an unpublished watercolor of the other subspecies, Conuropsis carolinensis ludovicianus, which tended to have a more bluish body and paler yellow head plumage:

“Carolina Parrot” (Conuropsis carolinensis ludovicianus subspecies), unpublished watercolor painting by John James Audubon, 1811. [Wikimedia Commons]

The Carolina Parakeet (aka Carolina Parrot or Carolina Conure) was the northernmost ranging parrot and the only one native to the eastern United States. Audubon warned of their rapidly declining numbers during the early 1800s, describing witnessing large numbers of Carolina Parakeets being killed by landowners angered by their crop raids. The last confirmed wild sightings were in 1910, with unconfirmed sightings persisting into the 1940s; Incas was the last captive bird, and with his passing in 1918 and no further verified living specimens thereafter, the species was officially declared extinct in 1939.

Read more about the demise of the Carolina Parakeet and Audubon's valuable visual records of this now-extinct species on the blog:

#Carolina Parakeet #Carolina Parrot #Carolina Conure #parrot #parrots #bird #birds #birds in art #Audubon #John James Audubon #ornithology #extinction #extinct species #watercolor #painting #illustration #lithograph #book plate #book illustration #Cincinnati Zoo #blog post #OTD #animals in art