last of the winged ones

terr | he/him | if you're looking for my fight, trust me, you don't want to find it.

[tamtam88]

🥲

[thecheatinghomunculus]

new reaction image

[rural-panoptes]

[saintjosie]

[damnpharos]

[captain-price-unofficially]

[deerkibble]

[sneakyspades]

[neraiutsuze]

[7bitter]

nobody even knows how normal i am on account of my being obviously crazy

[free-my-mindd]

[wyrm-boy]

[kedreeva]

There's something so good about the wild type.

[ambiguouspersonhood]

What are those cool spiky feathers?? (Sorry I know nothing about these cool gals!)

[kedreeva]

You've been!! BAMBOOZLED!!

Those are actually not spiky feathers at all! They sure do look like it, though, and that's likely the point- if I were a raptor looking down upon a pincushion, I would think twice about grabbing it with my bare feet.

However, it's a ruse! Just a marking on a feather

Pretty neat, yeah?

[deedeebubbles-g-o-i]

I must know what this bird is called

[kedreeva]

Tim

[cyborg-furby]

Autism be damned my boy can reanimate the dead

[berryinnit]

t-shirt with the words “high-functioning corpse” printed on it

[halzune]

Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras. That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it, and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him. He admired his opposite by instinct. [...] There are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechmeja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the obverse of Enjolras.

Ramin Karimloo as Enjolras & Hadley Fraser as Grantaire

[secondlina]

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[beardedmrbean]

[rated-r-for-grantaire]

no offense but like... in revolutionary school, as vicious as musain rule, i got my feelings bruised by the leader in red. And i propped the bar as he told me, "R, you're good for nothing, fool." And i heard every word that he said.

[targetedknowledge]

[kaity--did]

can not recommend letting your child do a big scream when they are frustrated enough. Just straight up ask them like "hey do you need to do a big scream?" And if they say yes let cover your ears and say okay GO and let them scream because you know what eventually when you're really frustrated your little person with your face is gonna look at you with their ears covered and yell "HEY DO YOU NEED TA DO A BIG SCHREAM?!" and you can just... do a big scream and it won't scare them and you will feel better too

[estel0903]

Tumblr every march 15th

[shedoescalcforfunsies]

Les mis fandom @ Victor Hugo ever June 5th

[mochimars]

I hope Nael knows their poem made me cry

[inotrope]

Rebageling again because... what gets me most about this interpretation is the softness.  When I read the poem, I read it as exultant and fierce.  The tiger within was the tiger burning bright of another poem’s fame.  The tiger destroyed his cage, and who knew what next now that he was out.

Here, we’re given an answer.  The tiger steps out and is surprised by the soft grass under his feet, delighted, goes wide-eyed with wonder, and leaps into the meadow.  Here, the focus isn’t the cage’s destruction, but getting out, being out, so that the last glimpse we’re given is the tiger now tiny (and joyful!) in the distance, surrounded by the wide green expanse of freedom.

[frontmansdefender]

RIP to the legend

[silvermoon424]

This goose fucking rocks and had a crazy life!

I really just have to summarize Thomas's entire life:

He was in a committed relationship with a male swan named Henry for 18-24 years before a female swan named Henrietta showed up and mated with Henry.

Thomas was initially jealous of the pair and attacked them, breaking 2 of the 5 eggs Henrietta had laid. However, once the remaining eggs hatched, Thomas warmed up to them and helped raise them.

Henry couldn't fly because of an injured wing, so Thomas taught the cygnets how to fly.

When they needed to reduce the goose population in the pond where Thomas and the swans lived, they dyed Thomas's feathers red so he wouldn't be separated from Henry.

Henry, Henrietta, and Thomas remained in their happy throuple for years and raised 68 cygnets before Henry died in 2009. After Henry's death, Henrietta found another swan and flew away, leaving Thomas alone.

Thomas finally met and mated with a female goose in 2011 and had his own babies. However, another goose named George stole them and raised them himself.

As Thomas grew elderly and blind, he was relocated to a wildlife center where he raised orphaned cygnets.

His caretaker at the center described him as "pretty high maintenance."

Thomas died in 2018 at the age of around 40. He had a funeral that included a small coffin and a procession that was led by a bagpiper. He was buried under the stone where Henry was buried, the two finally reunited in death.

Before and after his death, Thomas has been celebrated as an icon of the LGBTQ+ community for obvious reasons.

[claireverlasting]

Just in time for barricade day lmfao