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crazypigeonenjoyer · 3 days
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clover-mouse · 11 months
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eehehe happy pride everybody ☘️ from a gender-silly aroace lesbian creature
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pigeon-princess · 2 years
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Aegon: do not make the three-mouth at me Aemond: :3
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personishfive · 10 months
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in which his life is like a video game
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mitskiluvr · 5 months
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oh manga rengoku. how i love your bug-eyed bird stare
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bluestempigeons · 8 months
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Funny little fellow is an actual pigeon now
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hellishgayliath · 2 months
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Took a quick intermission from my project to lay out Clem's design in the bad timeline.
Pico's job in the resistance was being in charge of the birds they had left and using them for scouting and messaging purposes since he and his family are able to understand animal speech (which the best birds for the job are pigeons). After he left the responsibility fell onto Clem's shoulders.
She keeps bird seeds, pens and papers in her little pouch, and has grown attached to the birds she looks after. She even makes quills out of the feathers they drop. She also considers Mikey to be her uncle since she's grown attached to him the most.
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oca-rinn-a · 8 months
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in this world where so many members of our species, with supposed moral agency, are killing small things for nothing but the crime of existing, and so many are blind to the value of any species which does not benefit them in a way they can personally measure... do you ever feel so so panicked and suffocated?
#i had to walk onto the tracks at the NYC Times Square station to retrieve an injured pigeon who was trapped down there#no idle police officers or MTA personnel cared at all when I explained that an injured animal was trapped on the tracks#the MTA staff told me to ask the cops to help#the cops told me to ask MTA staff for help#the cops said “if it were a person that would be different”#i looked like a crazy person bc i was having a panic attack and trying to ask people for help at the same time#my partner called animal control and they said there was nothing they could do#the Wild Bird Fund does not have the resources to retrieve animals but said that if i could catch the pigeon i was welcome to bring them in#and you know what#i did#if someone is in a life-and-death situation and you are in a position to help them then YOU SHOULD#what kind of fucking person would i be if i saw this pigeon#whom i am perfectly physically able to rescue from their situation#and i said wow that's too bad that they're going to die down there#if only it weren't illegal/dangerous to go onto the tracks#a cell phone is valued 1000% more than a non-human's life#it's fucked up guys (:#anyway i learned first hand that literally no one in NYC will stop you from doing anything at all#as long as you aren't brandishing a weapon or some other murderous action literally no one cares what you're doing and will not stop you#so be punk and take action#fuck speciesism#animal rights#animal welfare#humans are animals#also sorry but people stomping on bugs who are literally OUTSIDE and doing seriously nothing but existing#why would you do that#please get help#talk to a therapist
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crafting-mojo · 2 months
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why you looking at me with those big ol eyes
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tiffray · 4 months
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crazypigeonenjoyer · 6 months
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STOP THROWING CRABS AT ME
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crambery · 3 months
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birds come from heaven they are angels. They come here to earth and when they are fuffiled they go back… they dont die we just think they do they have an unlimited free ticked supply to heaven so omce they are fuffiled or idk maybe even bored they just choose to go back. Gods most beloved creatures…
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daydadahlias · 21 days
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i hate how mean everyone’s being to ashton on twitter. i might have to delete it or at least block his name for a bit, it’s making me sad
dw pookie, as ur superior, i give u full permission to delete twitter <3
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psychangels · 4 months
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ik everyone associates mimosa with birds bc she literally has wings, but consider the chai bird symbolism
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mid-nightowl · 6 months
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that preview for joker: the man who stopped laughing #12 has got me HYPED
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pigeonwit · 3 months
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hihi pidge howsit goingggg
for the wip ask game: either one of the manhattan, wv wips because im excited about them both and also manhattan wv in general i love it veryvery much wbvwbwbwbwbbw
it is going STRESSFUL mr walkman i am losing hair over these assignments but it's cool it's cool we stay silly it's FINE haha!!!!!!
anywhore manhattan west virginia pog
the premise of 'manhattan, west virginia', if people do not know, is that jack runs away from new york and gets a train to santa fe, only for it to break down in a town named manhattan, west virginia. the town's small and weird and people keep looking at him funny and there's this weird rabbit that won't stop following him around, so jack's on edge that he's walked into some kind of cult and desperately wants to leave. he runs into davey, the town's local environmental conservationist (psst. His Ass Is Not An Environmental Conservationist) who simply tells him to walk along the train tracks and he'll be back home. so jack does. he spends the whole day walking along the train tracks. and he loops back around to davey. he can't leave.
the idea is that manhattan is this gravity-falls-esque place where unexplainable things reside; you can find it, but not if you're TRYING to find it. you can't come to manhattan wanting to explain it because it doesn't want to explained. so it's full of weird cryptids and logging-camp/cowboy folklore and the very weird semi-human-but-also-steward-of-the-town's-consciousness, davey jacobs. and also spiders. it's very plot/action heavy in part one but the rest are just domestic fluff with eldritch weirdcore bullshit sprinkled on top.
snippets from both are under the cut for your convenience davey!!
MWV 1:
Jack’s ripped from his drawings – his half-finished shadows – by a relentless pounding on his attic door. It’s not excessively loud, but it's insistent, a constant monotone knocking that’s more petty than anything else.
It’s hardly a surprise when he opens the door to find Davey on the other side.
It’s hard not to laugh when he sees him – he’s soaking wet, for one, his already chaotic curls sticking up and out in stubborn little coils and cowlicks (the wisps of baby-hair that live around his sideburns have curled intoperfect corkscrews, and it’s downright hysterical), and while his wax-coat has held up fine against the downpour, Davey’s face looks as if he’s been waterboarded, rain clinging to his lashes and brows, the tip of his nose, the swell of his lip-
And before Jack can take that thought any further, his attention is grabbed by a thrashing clump of wet fur in Davey’s arms.
“This,” Davey shoves the jackalope in his arms towards Jack with a sour face, “belongs to you.”
MWV 2:
“Oh, for God’s- hey!” Henry snaps, throwing a take-out spoon at the door. “Ya comin’ in or what?”
Tommy Boy only watches him for a second, eyes saucer-wide, before grabbing his brother and marching them both away, practically sprinting into the rain.
“Fucking weirdo.” Henry mutters. “Always out there, just – loitering. It’s weird, right?”
Jack sends a look in Davey’s direction from the corner of his eye – he seems to be very invested in the little box of sugar packets, since it’s raised almost entirely to his mouth to hide his smile.
“Yeah.” Jack tries not to laugh. “Weird.”
“Well, nothing some good coffee won’t fix.” Henry shrugs with a good-natured smile. “Be right back, fellas, don’t go anywhere without paying me!”
Jack offers him a friendly two-fingered salute, not trusting himself to speak. The moment Henry turns his back to them to fiddle with his beloved espresso machine, they both dissolve into poorly-stifled giggles.
“Does he not know?”
“God, no. Not at all. Every time I’ve been here, he’s never noticed. I think he thinks Tommy’s trying to shake him down.”
“Oh, yeah.” Jack nods. “That’s what you do when you wanna intimidate someone, stand outside in the rain like a wet puppy.”
“With your little brother trailing after you.”
“Well, of course.”
“Of course.” Davey says professionally, lasting all of two seconds before they both start giggling again. “God, poor Tommy Boy.”
“Love’s a cruel lady.”
Davey scoffs towards his knuckles as he fidgets with his collar.
“That’s putting it strongly. I think he just associates Henry with coffee.”
Jack sighs, gazing wistfully at an imaginary horizon.
“And is that not love, in a way?”
Davey rolls his eyes and throws a sugar packet at him, right on the bridge of his nose.
“Don’t make me regret coming here.”
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