Birdie is Falling

Just a talking bird in a jacket, falling from the sky. they/he <3

[bird-in-a-jacket]

hi, I'm bird, you can call me bird

my pronouns are they/he, I'm 16. I'm just here :)

I write music and I do poetry too sometimes. I play some instruments, and write songs occasionally. I might post some of it maybe perhaps. Maaybe some poetry snippets too.

I age-regress occasionally (it's a coping mechanism, feel free to ask questions, I know a lot of ppl don't know what it is) and I'll probably talk about it a bit.

My main plan here is just, I'm gonna ramble about whatever I'm most interested in currently. Whatever that is. Maybe post some music I compose. :D

Please just be nice if you're here, tone indicators are definitely appreciated but not required. I want this to be a safe space for me and others, so don't be an asshole on purpose. <3

Oh forgot, Asks are open. Idk what y'all will ask, or if you will at all, but. yep. :)

DNI if your blog is kink centered, ddlg, abdl, or if you’re here just to be a jackass (racist, homophobic, etc, etc, you get the point)

[deerilkka]

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

[bird-in-a-jacket]

<3

[bird-in-a-jacket]

I am so very enraged. I hate the SCOTUS. I would say they can eat my ass but I don't want them near any more of my nether regions.

Yeah, jokes, funny haha but also, I am furious. How fucking dare they.

[bird-in-a-jacket]

Mojang. Mojang what are you doing. Stop it. Timeout corner. Now.

Where has the update gone? Half of it is missing. Sir I request you fix my meal, you only gave me ketchup and a bun. WHERE IS THE THE BURGER? WHERE IS IT?!

[bird-in-a-jacket]

Greetings fellow Hellsite resident. I'm feeling sappy today.

So.

Honestly, I'm happy I made a blog. I had another account for a long damn time, and I just kind of lurked, never posted anything. I only ever really reblogged, so the change of pace is honestly nice. I like the idea of finally sharing the things that I have made even if they're crap.

<3

- love from birdie

[bird-in-a-jacket]

Sensory Overload

The couches woven fabric scratches and scrapes,

digging through even my thickest sweater

The seams on my jeans

dig into my thighs and hips

I feel my hair

growing and pulling against my scalp

and catching and pulling on my legs

and each movement sears against my senses

I need water

I need to change

But I can’t force myself

To move

Because I will feel every little thing

And it will hurt

[bird-in-a-jacket]

patchy leather jacket

chipped black matte nail polish left over from prom

elbows reddening as their palm creases their cheek

curls askew

They scroll through pages of beautiful stories and perfectly imperfect characters, who they deem not good enough to share, frightened of the thoughts others might have, might voice.

Who told you that you were not good enough?

I assure you, you are perfect, in the way only a human flawed and willing to learn can be.

[ninsarchive]

FYI HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON IS A MASTERPIECE.

[bird-in-a-jacket]

HTTYD IS PERFECT. FOREVER. NO I WILL NOT ACCEPT CRITICISM. /j

to be fair the 3rd movie was kind of a bummer, but the first one. MARVELOUS.

[bird-in-a-jacket]

Ok but

hear me out, yess it's sad, yes i'm literally sobbing, but it's so good. This has been one of my favorites for literally 3 yearsss

Oh Comely hits extra hard, not even the lyrics, just the melody, and the vocals, a-and *sobs* /pos

[top5cryptidsnotclickbait]

what type of zoo enclosure should you be kept in

[thespoonisvictory]

the new minecraft lore is like:

there are no mobs in the cities. something is stopping them; something is either killing them or maybe even they know not to venture down there, that it’s too dangerous.

but down there, there are candles. there are wool pathways. there are redstone lamps. whatever civilization lived down there was smart, much more advanced than villagers. they had thick walls, and figured out that wool kept Wardens away, and made enchantments to allow them to run quickly and quietly. they had nether blocks, basalt and soul fire, and their buildings nearly resemble nether fortresses, or bastions. there were whole communities that thrived in spite of the threat, until they didn’t, of course. 

did they live in fear of the Warden? if so, why didn’t they leave? could they leave? did they try to make a portal to do just that? their cities are intricate and their floors are lined with wool that children could run across and stumble over without worry and did they whisper, constantly? did they teach children legends of the beasts that would come if they didn’t quiet down? did the children believe them? did they make candles on holidays and dare each other to set the skulk sensors off with small dripstone pieces? did they keep bees, or did they ration their wax carefully, trying to learn the secrets of redstone and soul fire to keep their lanterns burning before they ran out? how far did they get in their knowledge? why didn’t they leave? what were they staying for, what were they trying to find with that portal? 

why didn’t they leave?

[bird-in-a-jacket]

YESSSS

[bird-in-a-jacket]

Look at him, look at him go, look at how good he's doinggg :D

I'm so proud of him *wipes tear*

[shadeswift99]

A few months ago I realized something I couldn't un-realize about Minecraft and that is that villagers being killed by mobs is a direct result of the player's existence. Hostile mobs only spawn within a certain radius of the player. Villages are so unprotected because they straight up don't ever have to deal with monsters before I get there. They live, they work, undiscovered, and then I bring them apocalypse by walking slightly too close at night.

Knowing that, the least I can do is help villages I find to survive it, so I build them a wall and new homes and traps for the creatures of the night - but all that time, they're creatures I created. To the villagers it must seem like the world started ending, hoards of the undead pouring out of the earth, and then this hero emerged to save them from it all, but the danger and the rescue are one and the same and they will never really understand that, and THAT makes me go completely feral. The player is a thing of infinite life which death follows like a shock wave in the fabric of the Universe. We are a self fulfilling prophesy. How is this a thing we've all just gotten used to in the funky cube game

[bird-in-a-jacket]

Now I just feel like a bad person, I've killed so many villagers man. /j

Also also also,

...it could be such a good dnd campaign, and Minecraft already has so many good mechanics that would transfer SO well if one wanted to maybe possibly home-brew a thing.....

*cough* I might do it *cough*

[mossdigs]

another gradient chart! with new gradients (you may recognise some of these gradients in upcoming posts)

[mossdigs]

i’m going to simplify this for you all.

[mossdigs]

somebody gets it @decadence136

[bird-in-a-jacket]

hi, hello <33

i don't know what to make, but we'll see I suppose

should probably make an intro post, but meh i'll do it later

if anyone sees this, wow, that is quite the accomplishment.