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pigeon-wishes · 4 months
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I redrew an fma screencap to try and get out of an art rut!
Honestly in my top 10 of anime!
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chickenhoops · 23 days
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Currently obsessed with this gay pigeon couple up for adoption and I think tumblr will be obsessed with them too.
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pigeonstab · 2 months
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Doodle dump inspired by @somegrumpynerd 's red riding hood/bad sans drawings (sorry for the tag)
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r0selace · 1 month
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old men yaoi or whatever
If you like it reblog it! 💖
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couch-house · 5 months
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squabble was one of my favorite contenders I didn't get around to drawing earlier with the others. now that she's in the finals I think is a good time to give her some love!! go vote for @sonic-adventure-3's silly explosion girl in the @sonic-oc-showdown finals!! [link]
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bastart13 · 7 months
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I love the new textures of Wish finally going away from hyper-realism, the designs look lovely and storybook-esque, and we seem to be getting a fun villain, but I'm hoping the vibes of Wish is just a bad trailer.
Is it just me or have the past couple of female Disney protagonists had very similar voices and expressions? It's very hyper, optimistic, exaggerated awkwardness in Rapunzel, Anna, Moana, Judy Hopps, Young!Raya, and Mirabelle.
Their respective films do distinguish them, but the same character energies over and over again are a bit monotonous. It'd be cool to see more variety in expression eg. withdrawn, outgoing, chill, angry
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sleepybirbies · 10 days
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🍃 i finally drew something new yay
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wheatstar · 1 month
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You stole his face
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mothbug · 2 months
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eve² compilation for valentine’s day ft. some bonus characters
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owls-den · 1 year
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Everyday I just-
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bolthamos · 1 year
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It’s only been two (2) days but I’ve gotten so much work done by just switching tasks every 30 min !!!
RECORD SPEED for making art
Made this lil diagram to REMIND myself of the benefits whence the delusion starts to set in
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pigeon-wishes · 5 months
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phoenix-reburned · 1 year
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My boyfriend is currently in NYC and because he knows I like birds (especially pigeons) he got me this
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It's a one of a kind drawing, the artist apparently doesn't ever make a piece more than once so literally no one else will own this beautiful work of art
How do I become financially stable so I can immediately marry this man
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pigeonstab · 20 days
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Doodles from english classss
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rawrbees · 2 years
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pigeon (description in alt text)
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inkskinned · 3 months
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yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."
i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.
the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.
mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.
later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.
sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.
but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.
i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.
every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.
wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?
the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:
he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.
every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.
mahler's fifth still makes me sick.
give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.
give me back what you took from me.
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