#birdtalk

[iampowerhungry]

information. ♡

"Knowing me is one of the biggest and rarest pleasures in life, remember that. "

To shortly introduce myself, I am Thalia or preferably known to others as Thani, or Lia. I've been in the Law of Assumption community since, 2021, on the other hand, I've been in the subliminal community for 4 - 5 years, give or take, ever since I was in elementary school and the subliminal maker 'cee', was more commonly known as Miss Synergy.

→ ENTJ 8w9 | 835 | sp/sx | I love doing challenges as a way to learn. No BS. → I am a Capricorn rising, though I lean more towards Personallity Databases. → My blog mainly focuses on common problems I've seen in the Law Of Assumption community, mainly in the discord community server I dwell in. I enjoy spending time with everyone there. → I am a minor, so no funny business. Currently in high school. → Cat commander, I have five. Trained them since birth. → SEA citizen, will not get specific. → No limiting beliefs - No beta we die like amazons. → Favorite artist = Halsey.

What will you find here related to LOA? Beloved, the true question is what will you not find here related to LOA, as time pass, with me?

I have many things I'd like to post here.

→ A short simple dictionary for beginners or newcomers joining the LOA community, ex; the definition of LITE ( Living In The End), the sabbath state, and many more. → Challenges I'm currently doing or will make myself in the future. → Success stories. I have many related to SPs, money, success, academics, and the like. → Pieces of Advice, maybe a future coaching form with 5 slots so keep a look out for that one day.

→ 1. LITE x I AM challenge, by Fleur. → 2. Notion work, the usual. → 3. Focusing on myself, basically. → 4. Possible 'Dear Diary Vaunt Challenge' coming along soon. → 5. Blogs about mental diets, and tools.

No NSFW b*llshit, again, I am still a minor.

Be patient with yourself, and also with me mainly because I also have businesses other than school and therefore my time will not be revolving around you.

I will help you receive your goals until the very end, end as in a month or less, no limiting beliefs here people. But if you still wish to coach with me then you may prolong the time, notify me first though. ( for future endeavors )

Be resourceful, and do not overconsume, or try not to. You're basically pressing a restart button.

#birdtalk - for asks. #success stories - well, yeah. #thaliaslibrary - archives.

@zen-shu@miracledarling I'm not new, tbh, those are the ones I actively read from time to time.

#law of assumption #manifestation #neville goddard #self concept #law of the universe #living in the end #master manifestor #self-concept #thaliaslibrary #birdtalk #loa motivation #challenges

[miadvi]

Bird Talk . . . Created in @procreate (#procreate) on the #ipadair with #applepencil2 . . . #illustrations #illustrator #illustrationart #instaart #digitalart #procreateart #digitalartist #digitalillustration #conceptualart #creative #illustratorsoninstagram #illustratorsofinstagram #conceptualillustration #conceptualartist #creativity #mikevillustration #birdtalk https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpqg3ATuB0Z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#procreate #ipadair #applepencil2 #illustrations #illustrator #illustrationart #instaart #digitalart #procreateart #digitalartist #digitalillustration #conceptualart #creative #illustratorsoninstagram #illustratorsofinstagram #conceptualillustration #conceptualartist #creativity #mikevillustration #birdtalk

[lornaka]

5/5. Peace. 4/5. Acceptance. 3/5. Reassurance. 2/5. Comfort. 1/5. Forgiveness.

#the bad batch #the bad batch fanart #tbb fanart #tbb #wrecker #crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #lornart #theme song: Better Days by Birdtalker

[hiraethwreath]

I dont think ur on here anymore but i wanted to let you know that your poem ‘art blues (i never liked monet as much as you’ is one of my favorite poems of all time, and it is one i hold dear to my heart. Not only does it make me emotional, but I share in your love of van gogh. A little over a year ago, i visited an art museum with a portrait of van gogh, and i couldnt get the words of your poem out of my head that day. Thank you for your writing ♥️

my sister died a year ago, and i’ve been picking up the pieces ever since. losing the person i loved most, who loved me the most, kind of decimated me. i didnt write for a while. 

so i want to thank you for sending this. it reminded me part of why i love writing. the idea that i made something that stuck with you and that you felt and that you brought with you is such a wonderful, wonderful thing for you to share with me. it means a lot to me. 

i’ve been thinking a lot about legacy lately. not the sort of big idea of it, like kings and shit, but more-- what do i want to leave behind? what will i leave behind, eventually? my sister left me behind and i try every day to be worthy of the legacy i carry. i want to leave behind something dear, regardless of how many people it is dear to. just something dear. so thank you for making me feel as though i did that. 

#ask #birdtalk

[sunshinegearbox]

#talesfrom_Baltic #Balticland_magic #storks #birdwalk #birdtalk #birdhome

[susieq4522020]

Vendredi! #walkingthewhitewolf #jennymaremma #tripawds #maremmanoabruzzese #greybutcherbird #hamishandharriet #bennyandjoon #imbeingfollowed #australianmagpie #fredandbarney #birdtalk #crazybirdlady #australia__downunder #birdsofaustralia https://www.instagram.com/p/CgUIWNYPiPn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#walkingthewhitewolf #jennymaremma #tripawds #maremmanoabruzzese #greybutcherbird #hamishandharriet #bennyandjoon #imbeingfollowed #australianmagpie #fredandbarney #birdtalk #crazybirdlady #australia__downunder #birdsofaustralia

[mirroredroads]

on reconnecting with one's self. Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us / Isao Takahata's Only Yesterday (1991) / Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947 / @sha963 / Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous / Untitled (2022), Sung Hwa Kim, soft pastels and acrylic on paper / Better in the Morning, Birdtalker / Untitled (2022), Sung Hwa Kim, soft pastels and acrylic on paper / Jenn Givhan, from “The Decision”

#webweave #webweaving #web weave #web weaving #connection #healing #inner child #healing process #art #hanif abdurraqib #isao takahata #anais nin #ocean vuong #sung hwa kim #birdtalker #jenn givhan

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Misery Fell (Tally Hall)

Can you feel the/Force that it brings not to worry 'bout things?/Just the stars in the sky all enjoying their time/All the people that kiss, all the children that wish/All the fresh living flowers that spend all their hours/Outside in the rain, just so happy you came

"The vibes man. It's a town that laments that they didn't so anything with their lives, likely due to a faith in a higher power. now they wish for change, but the singer berates them, saying that they had their time, they just didn't enjoy it."

Better In The Morning (Birdtalker)

I learned shame when I was young/I will do better in the morning/Choked libido fucked me up I will do better in the morning/Suck me dry you uptight fakers/You stole from me lovemaking I'm always left with a taste in my mouth/I will do better in the morning

"This song perfectly encapsulates my feelings of growing up closeted in a conservative community. "I learned shame when I was young" and now I'm stuck in this cycle, but I am trying to improve and be more true to myself."

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #tally hall #birdtalker

[birdofprey1234]

So I had a really bad dream today.

Going through tags about yourself is always kinda weird, but. It's meloncholy when the blog people are talking about isn't really around anymore. By your own choices but. The memories attached to it are then kind of flitty and detached because of that. Like you don't think about them anymore.

I saw posts where people were talking about me and like, sad that it seemed I was gone. Wondering what had happened or if I was still active somewhere.

I've gotten sentiments like that before. But like... usually it was asks sent to me, or thing directly from friends who said they missed my art. It's appreciated, and still baffling, but I guess that can feel kind of put-on for my feelings compared to... making a post talking about me, thinking I'll never see it. Making that post and like.... missing me in it. Talking about me nicely.

I've never experienced that feeling before. That like... true sweetness and appreciation and humbling kindness.

I'm thinking maybe a lot of people feel that way about my blog. Thinking about me on occasion and wondering what happened, or where I am. Not because they think I died or something but, because they liked me.

I always wanted to leave a mark on this community. By that I mean like, general tumblr but also specifically the ego fandom. A huge part of the reason I left is because from my perspective people weren't really digging what i was making. Maybe I felt i was an unpopular artist in the community, or that my work was kind of unliked compared to others. I felt constantly that I was making things that I loved and was super excited about, but people around me were never as excited, and didn't really care about the things I made. (And yk, to clarify, i felt like that looked bad on *me* not the people looking at my stuff)

I think the ego/mark fandom is generally less to actually interact with content or the people making it, ((at least compared to the other fandoms I've been in.)) I didn't know about the possible differences when I joined, so I just saw people not engagin with my art in the way I wanted and I assumed my art just suddenly wasnt enjoyed anymore.

I wanted to make a mark. All the art that I made, for me was about expanding on the stories and ideas about characters I loved. I wanted so badly for those ideas to be shared and talked about and remembered. Like I was a part of something. Egos was likr one of the first fandoms i ever joined that wasnt already "over".

When I left I really wanted to dissipear. I was in a very bad place for a lot of reasons but mainly i was upset and flustered and I wanted to get away from the blog because the size it had gotten to really scared me and made me anxious. I was having trouble motivating myself to create and I feel like there was a lot of resentment over my art that I now feel guilty for.

I felt at the time like dissipearing was impossible. Like this blog would somehow always follow me? I also thought that pretty much no one would care. That they would miss the art i drew but not me, like no one would care if it wasn't about the Content. But I'm m realizing. Maybe I really did dissipear. Maybe people wondered where I went. Maybe I just dropped off the map, completely went away, like I wanted to, but... maybe not everyone just ignored it, didnt notice or didnt care like I expected.

I've been going back and reading stuff about camp UA, how I apparently brought so many kids and people together and. At the time I didnt notice. I remember people telling me that, butbit never actually sunk in. It felt fake, like just nixe words. There were people asking about me after I left, sad I wasn't around. Friends lately started to tell me recently that from their perspectivesl I was really well loved in the fandom, that I was extremely popular even though at the time I didn't feel like it at all. Seeing things occasionally about my curly haired yancy or my trans abe etc and. People still recognizing i influenced these things, seeing my joys and my ideas still circulate, even though I felt like I had made no fandom impact at all. Even if its small it's there. And combining all of these things...

I don't know. It's really nice. Now that I have some distance, to actually view the things I did and see the influence maybe I didn't realize I had. To see actual good things that came out of my blog. People...cared? Maybe they always cared and I just didn't have the perspective to recognize it. Like...joy that I've caused people. People calling my queer posts "classics", or that they made them feel good in their identity. People referencing specific ego posts i made, people missing me and wondering where I'd gone. People in old posts mentioning me by name, like I was a recognizable friend of the "family". People clearly...liking me. I don't know. Caring? Seeing me as me and not just an art funnel. I never felt that way while I was making art. I feel now like I had so many blindspots while I was running this blog and I'm not even sure why.

It feels incredibly selfish, to be honest. Super high and mighty and self aggrandizing that I'm saying all this. like..."ohhh i didn't get the response i wannnted :( and that made me saaaddd :((((" like, I don't deserve any specific treatment. I'm not "owed" any response from people. I'm not even owed recognition after the fact. I'm not owed care or interest or any of this.

...but still people care, they liked me? Maybe I did add to the community? Maybe I made things and posts that braught people together and had community effects, that people had fun and got excited over the things that i made...? Even if it was things i didnt intend, or in a way I never intended.

It makes me miss it, you know. It makes me feel, it makes y heart swim with kindness and appreciation and gratitude and LOVE and. Everything everything. It makes me teary eyed, heart full to bursting alone in my room, completely pathetically. I shared things, maybe. Things that maybe meant something. And people cared? Some of them, at least? A few people were effected, really? A place that caused me so much strong anxiety a year+ ago but. I still do miss it. People are so nice. And for what? Why do I deserve it? Everyone's so nice. The blogs i saw over and over, my friends and mutuals in the community, that I never talked to because I was small and a freak and anxious and too self concious about myself. They were so nice. People are so, so nice.

Thank you to anyone at all that ever did that for me? That asked about me after I was gone, that left me sweet messaged or comments, joined in on some thing i was doing for fun, made art of my posts, told me that i braught you joy. Connected with me. Or tried. I love you.

Idk im a weird fuckin. Emotional sap and also I gotta tell you I'm sick and haven't slept in like 13 hours so. Sorry for random long posts on ur dashboard I'm extremely sensitive.

Maybe I'll link to some other blog where I'm making art someday. Idk. I just miss the nice people in the community and the connection and. I wanted to thank you. I hope i did make an impact. At least a little.. I really really hope I did

#birdtalks #wow jesus i forgot abt that tag #also i am still vry into and fixated on egos so there u go yk shfjdjc #closure?? who? i barely even know he r #long post cw

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

This Rotten Work Playlist: Lefstebany Acosta!

As @evelynhug0 so kindly requested, I'm going to release each of the main character playlists (and one for the main ship, Rachel and Daiyu) once a week leading up to the release of the book!

Fourth up is Lefstebany "Stebbie" Acosta. Though a Render by magical gift, she is damned if she will let anything disturb her pacifist values. The best friend of a hot-tempered Chosen One and in love with a man who thinks that Mountain Dew is the height of cuisine can sometimes make this difficult, not to mention having to survive a death tournament her freshman year of high school. Being the most well-adjusted of any of the graduates of the Academy of the Rising Sun doesn't mean that she doesn't deal of nightmares of her own; it just means that she's more able to call out Rachel and Zell when they start spiralling.

Excerpt:

Stebbie’s a Healer. Well, more accurately, she’s a Render: someone who can manipulate the insides of bodies, coaxing veins and tissues and cells to heal or fray further. Headmaster Nightbane had the same powers, though he used his very differently.

Stebbie’s nothing like the Headmaster. She hates violence. She loathes the idea of bringing harm to anyone, even those who hurt her. She refuses to use her powers for anything but healing, and as far as the Academy was aware, that’s all she was able to use it for. She was constantly kept at the bottom of the class in battle classes, thus preventing her from ever breaking into the top ranks of students despite her clear academic superiority. The Academy under Julien Nightbane treated healers like the lowest of the low, practically useless. Even Katalyn was considered higher than her, as Katalyn would at least participate in battle training. 

It rankled Stebbie, going from the top of her middle school class to so low at the Academy of the Rising Sun, but she refused to give up her pacifist values for anything. She made it through the Tournament entirely by her survival skills instead of by violence.

Her punk aesthetic actually comes from that attitude. Punk, Stebbie likes to tell Zell and I, is about revolting against the system by being kind, treating people better than the system wants you to. It’s about hanging fairy lights and clay calaveras skulls on the walls of the living room, about caring about those who no one else cares about.

@snazzy-hats-and-adhd @blufox3542 @neshatriumphs @khruschevshoe @weedpoop @thesirhandsome-tepalehuia @sillylittlecheeto @nefertittti @henrythepug @meet-me-behindthemall12 @aboutblankpages-blog-blog @artemisiaarm @profiterole-reads @marchionessdebrannas @harrietmjones @thearcaneuniversity @little-bloodied-angel @artemisbones @jacksope-lives @fleuranna @shehungthemoon @spacecatrainshell @celestedeluna @thefiresofpompeii @gerardway-jpeg @fleuranna @smokecloudsandrollingpapers @idealuk @aceumbrellaheroes @evelynhug0 @madhare0512 @fool-for-luv @nealmcclure @elposting @mikereads @corvidspectre @thanatosdetesreves @sapphicsigh @ameliapondmd @possumsmushroom

#lefstebany acosta #this rotten work #playlist #gang of youths #green day #syml #harry styles #mumford & sons #banners #the front bottoms #sudden lights #florence + the machine #ruelle #the killers #elegies for angels punks and raging queens #pentatonix #murray gold #holly humberstone #fun. #beyonce #onerepublic #the mountain goats #birdtalker #reyna roberts #kenna jenkins #my writing #Spotify

[revvethasmythh]

can we get “oh, my heart is longing to be close to yours again” from the wip meme?

Incredible ability to suss out the one widobrave fic that was on that list 😂 And a chunky snippet because because I don't believe in short excerpts:

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“I have to be honest,” Yeza said, getting the cute furrow in his brow he always did when he was about to say something truthful and a little bit embarrassing. “I hate big parties like this, Veth. I’m much happier at home with Luc than I would be out there. But you’ve got the whole gang in town and that doesn’t happen very often. So go. I want you to. Have enough fun for all three of us, okay?”

Veth was the one sighing now, like she had a thousand times in the past year since the two of them had started to settle back into married life. It was a little rough at times, she wasn’t going to lie. Two years apart and the whole mess of nasty shit that had happened since they’d been separated was kind of a lot to work through. Or, it would be if they’d actually taken the time to work through it, instead of spending all their time fawning over Luc. Not that Veth regretted any of that. Kiddo deserved all the fawning he could get. But they really hadn’t talked much since everything had happened, not really, not about the big things. But it was better not to pick at scabs, right? They’d never heal right if you just kept doing that.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll light up the dance floor for you, baby.”

He smiled, with an edge of relief that the decision had finally been made. “Can’t wait to hear the recap from Jester tomorrow.” “She’ll talk your ear off all morning long.”

His smile turned brittle and just a little bit of fear entered his eyes. “Okay, maybe I can wait.”

Veth smiled and gave him a hug, squeezing tight, breathing in that familiar scent of chemicals and powder and something kind of acidic that she couldn’t name but always made her think of him. He was a good hugger, and he held her back like she was something delicate, treasured, precious. No one else had ever held her quite like that.

They were still mid-hug when a knock sounded at the door, three sharp, precise raps on the wood that were as distinctive and recognizable to her as Yeza’s scent. She felt a sudden burst of excitement as she pulled away from Yeza’s embrace, followed by an immediate rush of guilt at how excited she was. She ignored that, though. She was getting pretty good at that. After all, her guilt had basically become a third person in their marriage at this point, and the last thing she wanted to do was have to look at it.

“Nice of him to knock, at least,” Yeza said good-naturedly. He knew it was Caleb, too, but only because if it had been anybody else at their door, they would have just walked right in like they lived there. Fjord had walked in on them one time in a…compromising position, and ever since he made Jester go in first. Veth had, of course, commissioned Jester to draw a dramatic re-imagining of the moment, and boy had she delivered. Veth had it hung in the entryway and for about a week Fjord flatly refused to so much as enter her home. She thought it was worth it, though.

#this basically a ''the gang celebrates New Dawn in Nicodranas'' fic so it's for new years #now if only i had managed to keep track of the days and actually finished it in time this year #fun fact! I actually started this for LAST new years and I just didn't end up finishing it #i was perhaps hemming and hawing about it b/c this fic is like. this fic is ABOUT infidelity. which. fun for me! other people hate that tho #but idk maybe i'll put in some time see if i can get it finished soon 🤔 #WIP ask meme #ask games #widobrave #the title is from December Song by Birdtalker ft Joy Williams btw! GREAT song

[theinfinitedivides]

Work Song and Better in the Morning holding hands with their opening vocals choir backing track and same key signature my beloveds

#hozier #birdtalker #you know it's been Hozier lockdown today right. well i pried myself away from the new EP to go listen to his older work #and funny thing i forgot i had placed those two next to each other in one of my playlists so when Work Song faded out and Better in the #Morning started i had a f*cking epiphany. that's it that's exactly it

[concentriccookies]

Purple Asters Text is lyrics from “Better In The Morning” by Birdtalker

Image ID: Hand embroidered stem of purple asters sit on a black fabric background inside a round embroidery hoop. There are 5 asters coming off the stem and lots of leaves. Under the asters is small text that reads “I learned shame when I was young, I will do better in the morning.” The hoop is held by a white hand in front of a wooden fence that’s being overtaken by pretty weeds.

#embroidery #embroidered #hand embroidery #hand embroidered #asters #purple asters #flowers #lyrics #birdtalker #i started this in January thinking it would take me a week or two to get done #instead it has sat on my desk trying to make me feel guilty abt not finishing it for over half the year #I almost scrapped it at one point #thinking that if it built up too much guilt around it i'd never do more emboidery #turns out I just needed to take out the fucking 3 or 4 leaves I had started #cause i hated them a lot #the directionality i was trying wasnt working #so badly #also this songs lyrics like fuckin took me out one day and I was like #oh #i need to embroider these #all of a sudden #motivation was back

[playlists-in-fall]

- folk adjacent songs

all the best debts - fever dolls

change and change and change and change - the airborne toxic event

cherry - morningsiders

civil war - the arcadian wild

cocaine and abel - the airborne toxic event

deep river blues - doc watson

ends of the earth - lord huron

fare the well (dink’s song) - oscar isaac

flowers - james spaite

from dusk to dawn - fever dolls

golden dandelions - barns courntey

graveclothes - birdtalker

hang me, oh hang me - oscar isaac

hey, runner! - the arcadian wild

i iv v - don mccloskey

kickin’ da leaves - judah & the lion

knockin’ - carolina chocolate drops

moonshine - hippo campus

not dead yet - lord huron

oh, sleeper - the arcadian wild

poor isaac - the airborne toxic event

starcrossed losers - the fratellis

stella - cereus bright

subterranean homesick blues - the lumineers

tell it like it is - the arcadian wild

there is a time - the dillards

wander. wonder. - the arcadian wild

#folk #playlist #music #oscar isaac #fever dolls #the airborne toxic event #morningsiders #the arcadian wild #doc watson #lord huron #james spaite #barns courtney #birdtalker #don mccloskey #judah & the lion #hippo campus #the fratellis #cereus bright #the lumineers #the dillards #spotify

[clownleys]

What's your favourite bird?

ladybird (i love women) 😳

#i’m sorry i couldn’t help myself #anyway!! lubię robiny bardzo przez barmanowotajemniczoogrodowy sentyment #a nie zaraz #to są chyba rudziki #tylko moje tłumaczenie ogrodu zjebalo trochę i mi się źle utrwaliło #sikoreczki też są prześliczne #i sroki lubię!! they’re so smart and love shiny things with is nothing if not relatable #thanks for coming to my birdtalk #kc <3 #eve #ocaenvvawes #ask me(me)

[khruschevshoe]

Wee John Feeney and Mel Spriggs

Are you feeling fearful brother?

Are you feeling fearful sister?

The only way to lose that fearful feeling

Replace it with love that's healing

Leave what's heavy

What's heavy behind

-Birdtalker, Heavy

Wee John nods. "They all like to joke, but they're completely accepting that I don't want what they have."

Mel startles. "You don't?"

Wee John. "Never have, never will. Tried it once or twice and it never fit quite right. I've got Frenchie for a snuggle buddy when I need a hug, but sex and romance? Not really my thing. Knitting and arson are more my speed."

Mel can't help but grin. "Those are the perfect combination."

"You can often find the perfect combination where you're least looking," Wee John says as he reaches down into his knitting bag and pulls out- is that a set of gloves? They are certainly a strange pair, fingerless things that are a strange patchwork of leather and blue wool knit that she's never quite seen the likes of before.

Then, to her shock, Wee John holds them out to her.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, while you were out there weighing odds (I was imploding the mirage)

My asexual aromantic power duo. As an asexual lesbian, their friendship means so much to me. I love that Mel gets to have a queer journey where she finds someone else like herself, that the crew accepts them both in their entirety, and the fact that they knit things for each other and then Wee John MAKES MEL HER BANDANNA FROM FABRIC THAT THE REST OF THE CREW CONTRIBUTES and I just have a lot of feels, y'know?

Shout out to @polikate, who is also a big fan of the Wee John & Mel dynamic!

@angxlwiings @possumsmushroom @bricksbloggyplace

#wee john feeney #mel spriggs #wee john & mel #ao3 #fanfic #fic rec #moodboard #lyrics #heavy #birdtalker #ofmd #asexual wee john #asexual mel #asexual aromantic characters #asexual representation #my asexual icons!!! #aletterinthenameofsanity