#luck birds

[blue-cheeseinmyoffwhites]

OK but happy pride to them

I miss my gay birds

Bonus: Gay Judgement

#pride #pride month #happy pride month #happy pride #rwby #rwby vol 7 #rwby volume 7 #rwby season 7 #qrow branwen #clover ebi #qrowver #fair game #lucky charms #luck birds #they deserved better #otp: lucky you huh #otp: im a licensed huntsman #otp: good luck #otp: i mean they already invited you didn't they #otp: i enjoyed working with you

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "the big fire," from Mocking Bird Wish Me Luck

#charles bukowski #bukowski #mocking bird wish me luck

[hellsitegenetics]

hi! so i just discovered this and this is honestly so cool i love science so much like omg. im personally a big fan of birds, im hoping to go into ornithology. have you ever had a result be of a bird before? also what is your favorite bird mine is either a pileated woodpecker, bluejay, or african grey parrot :) (youre also welcome to analyze this ask if youd like but you dont gotta :))

String identified: ! t c t a t t c cc c g. a a g a , g t g t tg. a a a t a ? a at at t a at c, a, aca g at :) ( a c t aa t a t t gtta :))

Closest match: Scomber scombrus genome assembly, chromosome: 16 Common name: Atlantic mackerel

#tumblr genetics #genetics #asks #requests #sent to me #fish #ocean #atlantic mackerel #fucking SCOMBER SCOMBRUS #no bird for you. better luck next time #thatonend #this was the only result btw. blast really wants you to see this fish

[mathildejr]

Oiseaux de l’Orage, more research! Been drawing birbs all week, that’s been nice. Next I got to do studies of - the rain - donkeys - stone towers - do characters sheet (in colour) and then i can move on to comic pages

#wish me luck #this is for the shortbox comic's fair of this year :> #hope i can make it good! #also one of these birds studies is made from real life :'0 #found a dead sparrow in my friends garden #so i drew and studied it #it was sad and lovely #so small and light #other birds are #grive mauvis #redwing #marsh harrier #busard des roseaux

[featheredadora]

Whatever tasks you're hoping to get done today, this little budgie is rooting for you!

#art #positivity #birblr #positivity art #good luck #budgie #birblr art #bird art #birb

[bird-everyday]

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#noooooooo #i drew this yesterday and forgot to post it noooo #bird #bird every day #art #bird art #crowcore #crow #rayosol #i got an interview for a job i really want!!! so now it's the nerves. wish me luck i really need it!!!!

[abirddogmoment]

The sleekest yellow warbler

#find me where the wild things are #yellow warbler #by far the nicest yellow warbler picture ive ever gotten #i pished this bird in! #i never have a lot of luck with pishing so this was cool that it paid off #(pishing is when you hide in the vegetation and make a PISHHHHH noise with your mouth - #it supposedly attracts birds closer because it kinda sounds like a curiosity sound chickadees make #i have very limited success with pishing but some people are really really good at it) #birds my beloved

[elericelery]

Pelicans from Horicon Marsh yesterday morning

#I know they are very blurry but I honestly really like how these photos look haha #birds #pelicans #last time I went to horicon I saw a single pelican flying around #and had forgotten my binoculars #but I must have had some good luck saved up since this time there were almost 20!!

[kedreeva]

I texted Sark to ask him to bring Bug in with him when he got home this evening, because she is currently undergoing learning how to be an outside bird. Normally she's so thrilled to see me that she runs around in circles and puts her train up at me and dances. He sent me back this photo:

with the note that she "doesn't wanna."

She'd made herself a dort hole, and did not want to stop being a filthy little gremlin for him. I'm glad she's learning to accept the outdoors, at least.

#she's gonna be SO MAD when she has to sleep outside #We're gonna trial it starting next week #wish us all luck #especially her #bug the peahen #birds #peafowl #peahens #my pets

[bethrnoora]

that one's gotta sting

#the top BAD LUCK one has been sitting in my files for a while i just like to look at it. sorry #sometimes men are like game birds. to me #skyrim #the elder scrolls #tes #cicero skyrim #cicero x listener #eyestrain #just in case #playing around with alternative bg colors for sketchy stuff #antelope art #🐈‍⬛🃏

[jelloia]

// tot cn server spoilers

MY QUEEN ROSA!! pls i'll do anything just one chance...

give her hairstylist a raiseeee (and her neck a break 😭)

#the way she's wearing a whole ass bird kfasdkj #but her outfit design went OFF #rip to all the fanartists out there... good luck my friends... #tears of themis #rosa

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "radio," from Mocking Bird Wish Me Luck

#charles bukowski #bukowski #mocking bird wish me luck

[l3irdl3rain]

also on topic of feeding birds, if anyone has recommendations for forums or Facebook groups or apps or something for identifying birds it would be much appreciated.

#there’s one type of bird that I have no idea what it is? I tried googling it but didn’t have much luck #my post #not pets

[birdsong-warriors]

could i hypothetically be reading too much into it but-----

whitestorm and redtail

A little zest?? Fruit by the foot?? Ykwim *wink wink*

Disclaimer: I left their friendship open to interpretation on purpose, so its really up to you. The same goes for Redtail's gender, as I've gotten a lot of messages asking if he's trans in Redtail's Choice. Don't let me invalidate any take you may have by sharing my own views on it! ;v;

That being said, I personally ship the heck out of White x Red, and I personally imagine Redtail as trans. :'D For a while, I poked the idea that Sandstorm is secretly their kid, but I'm still on the fence about it.

#woahitsalya #asks #trying to brave some messages wish me luck lol #feel free to send in more questions if you like abd I'll try to get to them but no guarantees im afraid #bird's headcanons #redtail's choice #redtail #whitestorm

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

#genshin impact #haikaveh #al haitham #kaveh #kavehtham #these two have had me chewing concrete lately god #3.6 got me frothing at the mouth #something about al haitham trying to save kaveh from himself and his own guilt complex and self-sabotage wheeee my heart #and he's normally so self-assured but he fucked it up spectacularly the first go around- good job baby- #and now it's years later he's trying again but it's something he's barely chipping away at not to mention Kaveh not wanting his help lol #and so some of Al Haitham's nightmare is objective fact and some of it is his own subjective pov #Kaveh loses his arms and ears bc al haitham is frustrated that he won't hear him out or reach out for help #and he keeps his eyes up and eventually blinds himself bc al haitham thinks of him as too idealistic and blind to reality #and kaveh does all this to himself bc when you ask al haitham about his troubles he talks about people who cause trouble for themselves #kaveh pondering the concept of karma in relation to his bad luck and misery and guilt about his father's death in the quicksand *fans self* #al haitham starting to get just a little nervous that maybe he really he can't do anything about this #or that one day it'll be too little late ough. love when I can whump character by whumping the other. #two for one special buy one get one two birds stoned at once type of deal #i have a Vision about them and their stupid dumbass relationship dynamic that I need to yell about later but for now: this #written while listening to A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers which hilariously was introduced to me as a pla Emmet song #'but here was a man mourning tomorrow; he tried to finally drown in his sorrow' #'oh he could not break surface tension; he looked in the wrong place for redemption' #'don't look at me with those eyes; I tried to unheave the ties; turn back the tide that drew him in' #'but he couldn't be saved' #'a sadness runs through him' #extremely kaveh and haikaveh song for me ough #my fics #gore #body horror #I mean it's pretty unrealistic but still just in case

[t4tails]

so raven and qrow can turn into birds. ill be honest. i kind of thought we already knew that AKSJDJDHBDB

#og post #liveposting #THEY KEPT SHOWING A BIRD AND THEN QROW IN S3 #I THOUGHT THAT WAS HIS SEMBLANCE !?@?@? #like he explained how hes bad luck and i thought “oh and of course crows are often considered harbingers of danger. #of course he can turn into one. this makes complete sense“