Bitterns are such weird birds: they're fantastic
*hello*
Scuse me *step step step*
HOW DARE
These weirdos made my day: if you're feeling down, go look at some bitterns today :3
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I love how fundamentally lame the captain is. like he's got less than zero swag and it fills my heart with so much joy. he's like if a boring 80 year old man was gay. and dead. and I love him.
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Have you ever seen a bird and thought “wow, that thing is fucked up” and you didn’t have anyone to tell? That changes NOW.
Welcome to the Fucked Up Bird Competition. A competition to find the most fucked up bird EVER.
Mods are
GF (he/him) (goose apologist) (signs off with 🦢)
Corvid (he/its) (eats humans) (signs off with 🦇)
Nominate your weirdest and most evil and fucked up birds below. May the worst bird win.
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self indulgent animal jam winslow fanart
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ngl i love how thoma are weird birds in trimax look at their dumb screaming faces <3
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I was thinking about how people always say that "execution is everything" with telling a story.
And it's true
If you come at your story sly and malicious, hacking at with a butcher's knife until it's a bloody mess that you then lay proudly at the feet of your audience as the spoils of a kill, it isn't likely to be any good
The bits are mixed around, the bones shattered and fragmented. There is certainly blood everywhere, staining your clothes and dripping from your hands as you try and cajole people into stopping by and taking a look
It doesn't quite work
But, if you look at your story, and understand the grace and fluidity of its life, then you may execute it elegantly
Because it is still a death. It is still a sacrifice, to have your story out of your hands and no longer living and growing and changing according to your whims
Because, when the tree is felled and the pulp is bleached and the ink has dried and the binding set, you can't control it anymore. The story is now in the hands of your audience, and it's up to them what happens to it
A properly executed story is laid to rest in the peace of the wild, left to allow the ecosystem to explore and reclaim it as their own with moss and lichen and mushrooms and carrion eaters and leaf-litter dwellers
That is the only way a story is properly executed; dead by your hands, yes, but constantly feeding the life of others and fueling their own stories
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