I don't want eggs!

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#CROW NO

Crow: CROW YES!

[notcuddles]

It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks a corvid give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount.

[pardonmewhileipanic]

science/animal side of tumblr… explain to me the birb thing

[red3blog]

Tail Pulling is a behavior noted in many corvids. The practical application is to create a distraction that will allow the birb to make off with the target’s food. Imagine being in the lunch room and a large fellow has a Twinkie you covet. You can’t just take it from him because he’ll defend his Twinkie. But if you thwap him on the back of his neck and then dash around to snag the Twinkie while he investigates, you stand a decent chance of enjoying spongey goodness. This is basically that in birb form.

Except corvids don’t only do this as a distraction. Sometimes they seem to just being doing it to mess with other animals/birbs. But to use my lunch room analogy, there are times you might thwap someone sneakily on the back of the neck just for amusement. Primates exhibit behavior that appears to be just be annoying other animals for amusement. Given how intelligent crows are, its not unlikely that this is a manifestation of an innate desire to just fuck with someone else for the fun of it. Such as this from the link above:

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[pardonmewhileipanic]

THANK YOU FOR THE BIRB KNOWLEDGE

[whitmerule]

BECAUSE IT IS FUN

This speaks to me on a molecular level.

[askfordoodles]

birbs just wanna have fun

[huntersonthewingarchive]

Sorry to hijack a little, but to put it bluntly, corvids are also pretty BALSY. They are more than prepared to harass other huge birds of prey which could deal them a lot of damage. There’s plenty of cases of corvids ‘riding’ other birds as well. It’s often to harass the larger bird out of the area, but as @red3blog said, they quite often (in layman’s terms) enjoy fucking shit up for fun.

‘Where the hell is the seatbelt on this thing?’

I mean they deserve a medal for having such huge bird balls imo

Literally no fucks are given by corvids. Ever.

[red3blog]

“Onward, my steed! To valor!”

“I swear to gosh, Frank, get the fuck off me.”

[dduane]

Save space. Stack your corvids. 

[dxdger]

@tricksterchosen liked a thing for a starter!

    “Lovely Aly~!”

Dodger sung at the window. Two rocks hitting the window panes dead-on–but not going through!–hadn’t done the job yet, so he figure he would have to go to the next option, trying to sing. And considering how fast his brand of not especially melodic singing managed to get folks attention, he figured it’d work just fine.

And once he got Aly out of the Pirate’s Swoop Corus residence for the day, he might actually have some fun in Corus for a change, rather than being bored out of her mind at council meeting after council meeting.

[tricksterchosen]

  Groaning, Aly flung her pillow away from her. Dodger was damn persistant when he wanted something. Normally, that was part of why she liked him but right now his friendship seemed like a plague. She’d been up late and had hoped to sleep in for once. Of course Dodger would disagree with that, though. 

Another groan spilling forth for the benefit of no one but herself, she rolled out of bed and caught herself on the floor. Ruffling her hair, she threw open the window and half-leaned out. “One day someone’s going to mistake your singing for a dying cat and they’ll shoot you to put you out of your misery.” Despite that, her lopsided grin carried down to the street kid. “Come in through the kitchen and nab some honey buns. I’ll get dressed.” 

[tricksterchosen]

Aly: Hate to see you leave, but I love to look at that butt.

Nawat: No, that’s not how that phrase goes.

Aly: It is. That’s how it goes.

[verdantkind-archive]

        Though he’s regained his ability to speak, every word is still rough with aggravation and shocked offense. ❛ – You know, I find it appalling that you’ve made it this far being as rude as you are. ❜

         If pressed, Neal would say that he’d take Owen over Aly in a heartbeat – as annoying as the boy was, he wasn’t half as bad as her. In all fact, Neal would likely admit to preferring the company of his mistress; at least she allows him the luxury of eating his dinner as she carries out whatever nightly torture she’s dreamed up. 

                ❛ Actually – a proper knight knows the value of civic responsibility                 and decorum. To hide away one’s place is a sign of distrust. Wars                 are started on less. ❜ 

        Never in his life did Neal dream that he’d draw from Oakbridge’s etiquette lessons. Still, no true scholar dismisses information merely because of their distaste for its source. (Or, rather, it would be unwise to do so.) ❛ Your lack of tact is going to land you in serious trouble one day, mark me. ❜

[tricksterchosen]

      ‘AH, but see, this war has already started.’ Neal wouldn’t dodge her based on the principles of table etiquette. She was just as well versed in such things as he, and probably in more variations as well, but her point tonight was not etiquette.  ‘Thus, not only are you being a poor defender of your nation, you’re being stubborn and blind and refusing to see that it’s raining while your socks get soaked.’

Another potato stolen, another irrepressible smirk. ‘Now come on, Nealan, defend your lands! Or at least try and steal some for yourself.’ A feint left and right, being slow about it, trying to provoke him into stop being such a wet blanket. 

[tricksterchosen]

Even though both spy and crow kept odd hours, Nawat did not have enough energy to stay up until midnight to greet the New Year as the humans did. Well, a first kiss in the morning should do well enough and he nuzzled the wisps of strawberry at his mate's hairline. Eventually his lips found her's and he kissed her fondly. "Happy New Year, my dear."

         Aly hadn’t made it to midnight either. That’s what her ‘children’ were for, those who didn’t have small triplets to keep in line that left them thoroughly exhausted. Plus all the prep work in the weeks leading up to the big celebration to ensure no one was planning anything that had a chance of succeeding (people were always planing things, she’d learned; it was an important distinction). In short, she was exhausted. 

      Collapsing into their nestbed had been a relief. Se was slow to wake in response to the nuzzling, but the kiss got her enough to crack an eye open and grin at him. “Happy New Year, love,” she murmured before pulling him into another kiss. 

[tricksterchosen]

❝ No, no, I’m questioning your taste in men. ❞

           “Well, I was soft on you, once...                       So I suppose it was a valid concern at least at one time in my life.”

[tricksterchosen]

❝ Do you smell hyacinths? ❞

            “ And daphodiles and roses and --” her head lifted up a bit as a smile spread across her lips. “And apple fritters. They’re giving you the full welcome.”

[defiantarchive]

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mystery Meme | Part Two

❝ I’m hoping you’ll convince me otherwise. ❞ 

❝ I keep it in my cupboard. For killing rats. ❞ 

❝ Yes, we were lovers. ❞ 

❝ I didn’t break the window. ❞ 

❝ I disturbed him and he ran off with the book. ❞ 

❝ I stabbed him in the shoulder. ❞ 

❝ It could have been inhaled or injected. ❞ 

❝ Where would you like it, in the head or the heart? ❞ 

❝ The head’s better for you but more mess for me. ❞ 

❝ Unbutton your shirt. ❞ 

❝ Don’t think for a moment I won’t shoot. ❞ 

❝ A life for a life. ❞ 

❝ Five years and half a world apart. ❞ 

❝ War will do that to you. ❞ 

❝ I speak fluent thesbian. ❞ 

❝ Well that’s just rude. ❞ 

❝ They’re lovely, very useful. ❞ 

❝ Do you smell hyacinths? ❞ 

❝ To marry or not to marry. ❞ 

❝ I didn’t mean to kill him. ❞ 

❝ No, no, I’m questioning your taste in men. ❞ 

❝ Quite lovely, isn’t it? ❞ 

❝ I don’t think I was sensible enough to be scared. ❞ 

❝ No, just an exceptionally good sense of smell. ❞ 

❝ I’m not likely to blush at the sight of a little bare flesh. ❞ 

❝ Marvin the Malevolent Monitor Lizard. ❞ 

❝ Not unless she was poisoned by a band of five year olds. ❞ 

❝ All pilots were given cyanide capsules for use in case of capture. ❞ 

❝ I hope you weren’t attached to that fountain pen.  ❞ 

❝ I’m a great believer in the power of the feminine to wield influence in the civilised world. ❞ 

❝ I hope you’re not concealing a dangerous weapon underneath that skirt. ❞ 

❝ I’m concealing a lot of things. ❞ 

❝ That’s what a woman does. ❞ 

❝ It’s not safe out there. ❞ 

❝ She’s not mean, she just needs me. ❞ 

❝ Forget the big breakfast, this calls for a large pot of coffee and a stiff drink. ❞ 

❝ Glad I dressed for the occasion. ❞ 

❝ I was a charming freight train. ❞ 

❝ He won’t be pursuing this complaint. ❞

[verdantkind-archive]

▉ ▊┋( o p e n ) ; 

       For a few moments, all he does is struggle through a series of increasingly strangled noises, each more incoherent and indecipherable than the last. Not that he seems to notice, if the ceaseless chatter and frustrated gestures are any indication. 

       When the words do come, they are as characteristic as the manner in which they are squawked: 

                                  ❛ You can’t be serious. ❜

[tricksterchosen]

“Oh please, Neal.            You’ve got to learn -- if you can’t keep your food on your plate, you don’t deserve it.”  That is how Aly justified her persistent theft of his food. It was part of his education! The fact that his facial contortions were endlessly amusing was merely a happy side effect.  

      “A proper knight would better guard his plate. It’s a metaphor for the kingdom. The potatoes are your most important castles, and you have to protect them.” With that, she darted out with her fork and snagged such a potato, popping it in her mouth with a wry smile. 

               “Yum, Port Legann. There goes half of your imports.”

[verdantkind-archive]

           ❛ And did my spell hurt you? ❜ Neal asked cruelly. 

                                                                   ❛ No, ❜ Alvik replied, dragging the sound out. 

           ❛ It won’t, ❜ Neal said. ❛ At least, as long as you don’t hit anyone.  When you do,            well,  you’ll feel the blow as if you’ve struck yourself.    Clever,  don’t you think?            Mind what I say,  innkeeper.  When you strike a servant, a child, your wife, your            own body will take the punishment. ❜

           Kel  waited  for  the  innkeeper  to  flee to  his  kitchen and Neal to return to the            common room before she descended.    It was useless to say anything to Neal.            He would just be  embarrassed  that he’d been caught doing a good deed.  He            liked playing the cynical, heartless noble, but it was all for show.                                                                                             ( kel wouldn’t ruin it for him. )

                  independent rp • nealan of queenscove 

                                                                           tortall canon, + crossover | art 

Send a ♢ for our muses to be involved in a sword fight (can be fighting each other, or teamed up against other opponents)

[tricksterchosenarchive-blog]

[tricksterchosen]

                         EᴛCᴏʀᴠɪs   &   TʀɪᴄᴋsᴛᴇʀsCʜᴏsᴇɴ

                                                                          Independent                                                                  Nawat and Alianne Crow                                                       of Tamora Pierce’s Trickster Series

[tricksterchosen]

      ᴛᴀɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ!

[myprettylittleworldofdreams]

[songofthelioness]

Aly and Nawat by ~happineff

[jiltedjohn]

Alia Shawkat for Nylon magazine, July 2015 issue.