#Hummingbird Records

[curryvillain]

OLDIES SUNDAY: Lord Hummingbird - Teenage Bossa Nova Girl (1963)

Music has always been the topic of discussion, and with it has brought on numerous trends and movements. Many individuals have stepped up to make their contributions, becoming a part of History in the process. For today’s Oldies Sunday selection, we go back a few decades, and to the twin Island of Trinidad and Tobago to check out Albert Ribeiro a.k.a. Lord Hummingbird and his Orchestra for the…

[bird-of-the-day]

BOTD: Bee Hummingbird

^Image credit: Charles J. Sharp, Wikipedia

Bee Hummingbird (Mellisuga helenae) 

The Bee Hummingbird, also known as the Helena Hummingbird or Zunzuncito, is the world's smallest bird. It is also classed as the world's smallest dinosaur, as no smaller bird or non-avian dinosaur has ever been found as a fossil. They will typically consume up to half their body weight in food a day.

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

“Wrath: Part 1,” Scarlet Spider (Vol. 2/2012), #17.

Writer: Christopher Yost; Penciler: Carlo Barberi; Inker: Walden Wong; Colorist: Rex Lokus; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[roastyoualive]

speaking of, Warren's coffee of choice is a cup full of just espresso. if they offer energy shots he'll take three. yes he wants a second cup and yes he can see noises now

[soulmusicsongs]

Jesus Walked The Water - The Dixie Hummingbirds (In The Morning, 1962)

[bluemonkwrites]

Another fine playlist. Include “Hummingbird” by Clique Bait

[eyivibyemi]

✧ I won’t really write descriptions for these, but see original post tags for explanation/commentary on the song snippet ✧

[andr0medafallen]

I can't believe I actually discoursed with someone over whether all birds are endotherms. Who even am I?

[msb-lair]

Dragon: Yule - Fae XYX Female

(Myrid scroll applied on 2022-12-16)

Purchased For: Hatched in own lair Hatched On: 2022-11-06 ID: 81906765

Parentage: Tindome/Oronte Flight: Nature

Primary: Obsidian Wasp Secondary: Hunter Flair Myrid Tertiary: Obsidian Contour Eyes: Unusual

Comments: Decided it was time to put together another butterfly fae, and while looking over potential bases I found myself thinking of Allhallows, my Halloween themed butterfly fae, and decided I definitely needed some more seasonal ones. And then realized one of my own hatchlings up for sale had the right wing colour for a Christmas tree theme, so that worked out well.

Gone with myrid for her wings because Nightmare Before Christmas, obviously.

Apparel:

Accent: Faerie Lights

Peace Dove

Resplendent Cane

Mage’s Ivory Overcoat

Autumn Harvest Vines

Daybreak Decorations

Winter Wind

Familiar: Frostbite Hummingbird

Progeny Testing: 

N/A

Broods: 

[tactknife]

leave it to my iphone capturing sounds i cannot hear and solely convincing me that the house i visited yesterday was in fact haunted.

[regal-bones]

SWORDTEMBER DAY 6 : KNIGHT ERRANT

Inkwell, of stained parchment and falling pages 📜🪶 “All Wandering Scribes feel the Urge. A pull within them to create, document, to record the world around them. Each scribe has a different calling - one might dedicate their life to the decadent underground architecture of the Catfishfolk, another might spend their time recording in great detail each species of hummingbird on The Continent. Each scribe has a purpose, a tome they must fill before their candle is snuffed from this world. But, sometimes, a scribe’s calling might be less academic than that of their peers. What of the scribe who’s Urge is to record legends of swashbuckling heroes along the great winding roads, of wild adventures and heart racing hijinks. You might see these daring figures at the head of their troupe, their parchment skin decorated with katas, foot stances, and blade types. A Wandering Knight. What better way to document legends than to pick up a blade and write some of your own? ”

The pen is mightier than the sword, or so they say. Also, if you like the vibes of the Wandering Scribes, you can click here to check out my free web novella A Map of The Deadlands! One of the main characters is a Wandering Scribe so there’s a lot of lore about them in this story (and also a whole bunch of art and stuff!)

Yesterday’s sword!

You can support me on Patreon for £1 and help me make stuff like this!

[koiiiiijiii]

windbreaker characters & their possible love trope (part 2)

warnings : smut part with wooin but i tried to make it more sensual then sexy, prob fluffiest stuff i ever wrote, as usual it might be ooc, not proofed read on your own risk!!)🧣💞🦢

thank you all guys for 287 followers!!(i wrote when it was 260!!) i hope my works makes your day a lil bit better and set some mood. i really appreciate all likes, reposts and especially!! comments and replies, in love with @sugardollie-907 @hjunsjoy @cozyunderworld @dialoguestetatet and wildylisa but idk why i can’t tag((( and so so many other people who comment (but i swear this holy five lives rent free in my comment section and it such a blessing🙏🏻)

thank you to every-everyone who supporting me, my works, it’s so gratifying to come here and see all notifications about your feedbacks!! also want to say thanks to all wb authors who ever posted and posting!! another source of motivation and inspiration🫵🏻😌💋💯🎀

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

vinny - a friend’s sister. you were definetely dom's or jay's sister, and vinny was so annoyed by you in the first place. not because of your personality or you annoyed him directly, but you were that "genious" in your sport, and vinny unitentionally compared you to jay jo, who were gifted with talent from birth. he was angry or annoyed to the point of goosebumps, he didn't even understand exactly what he was feeling, but he understood that this was a very strong storm of emotions and he was fixated on you. honestly? when your brother watches your competitions or casually tells about your successes, Vinny records it in his memory and will congratulate you later(dom as an older brother will 100% hype you up, fight me. he would show his phone to hummingbird crew with tearing puppy eyes “look, my lil gremlin winning those competition of hers”🥹🥹)Vinny would rather die by biting his neck than admit his feelings to someone, so it happens accidentally, maybe your chat went further than congratulating each other on winning competitions or your calls to him to find out where your brother is hanging around today. but because you were tired after the competition, you fell asleep leaving the chat open and not responding to his messages, leaving him on read. not to say that Vinny was offended by you, he just snapped at you for 3 days in a row, refusing to respond to messages. you had to take the situation into your own hands and hold his hand after another training and talk. “ta hell you want?” he said, frowning down at you. “just to talk and clearly” - you explained the situation to him and told him why you didn't answer, but since Vinny didn't know how to apologize and he had certain trust issues, it turned into another skirmish. it was evening and it was unnoticeable how the clouds thickened and the rain began to fall, but it didn't seem to bother two of you much because you were standing and yelling at each other for a reason you both didn't understand. Vinny's patience had always been zero, but now it seemed as if he was on the verge of reaching another stage of rabies. while you were shouting at him that you didn't understand why he started this quarrel at all, he just exhaled irritably and unknowingly blurted out “FUCK! because i was worried about you!!” as the argument reached its peak, Vinny's frustration peaked, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and apprehension. yet, amidst the chaos of their exchange, a surge of emotion overcame him, compelling him to act on the impulse he'd long suppressed. with a sudden surge of courage, Vinny closed the distance between you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. eyes met, mirroring the intensity of emotions, as Vinny leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. the rain continued to fall, its gentle rhythm enveloping both of you in a cocoon of intimacy as you melted into each other's embrace. Vinny’s body pressed to yours, rain-soaked and trembling, as the warmth of the spring evening mingled with the cool touch of the rain. in that moment, amidst the soft glow of the night lights and the soothing patter of raindrops, time seemed to stand still. the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the two bodies locked in a passionate embrace. as your lips parted, a sense of relief washed over, breaths mingling with the cool night air as you savored the sweetness of the moment. in the gentle caress of the rain and the warmth of each other's touch, you found solace, knowing that despite the storm raging around two of you, they were anchored in the calm of their love. as you kissed beneath the spring evening sky, a sense of peace washed over them, the tension of their argument melting away with each tender caress. In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the gentle embrace of the rain and the comforting glow of city lights, they found solace in each other's arms, their love renewed and strengthened by the storm they weathered together.

wooin - fake relationship. he commited it in the first place. since his work wasn’t permanent and he was constantly on the move, hanging here and there, Wooin thought it would be nice to have something permanent in his life. he needed excuse to tell his family why he can’t visit them on weekends - his girlfriend doesn’t feel well. them asking him all this “start a family” questions? sorry, y/n isn’t ready yet. some unforeseen situations? oh, y/n can be his trusted person. something didn't go according to plan? he can rely on y/n, if it isn’t something too difficult or dangerous. as a substitute he will gift you something, or will took you somewhere, thanking you for being his backup. genuinely it wasn’t something like friends with benefits, no, you two clearly share a bond, but it was something on the edge, as everybody thought you were dating. and in fact all this acts, you being his backup, him giving you small gifts, taking you on dates, sharing a bed - it all feels more like a relationship. but you never had this conversation, after another hot sex you could fall asleep together, for sure, but in the morning one of you definitely woke up in an empty bed. of course, it also happened that you woke up together, but in the morning Wooin was simply unbearable, and more often it ended with too caustic jokes. and it was always on the edge, you weren't in a relationship, you weren't friends, you weren't strangers, you were all together at once. at some point, it started to get exhausting. you noticed it first, but Wooin started talking about it first... well not actually talk, but mutter in the crook of your neck… today’s sex was different, the encounter was filled with a blend of sensuality and intensity, both of you asserting your desires while maintaining a balance of power. you bite each other, when it feels like too much, but immediately kissing and licking bite place, each of you tried to get leading role while another didn’t let it happen. today, Wooin's approach was different - not sloppy, fast and erratically, but slower, more deliberate, his touch gentle yet his thrusts firm. you were suffocating in his arms, and it seemed to him that he was drowning in the smell of your hair, your moans, how you trembled slightly from his hands on your chest, hips and neck. Wooin burrowed his nose deeper into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily and sniffing your scent. it was intoxicating, that feeling when you were next to him, when his hands slid over your body, your soft sobs, how the emotions on your pretty face changed depending on his pace. now, with his whole body pressed against you from behind, one hand holding your hip, and the other between your head and the pillow, his palm rested on your collarbones. while he was slowly sinking into you, and you were smiling and almost purring with pleasure, he caught himself thinking that he liked your smile. he likes to spend time with you, he likes to use an excuse in front of his parents and call you his girlfriend. his. Wooin liked the idea of you being his. he liked you. along with these thoughts, his pace increased, now he was digging his fingers into your thigh, and the other hand slid to your breast, squeezing it a little harder. you were both lost in your pleasure as you moaned louder and louder, he pressed his nose harder into your neck, whispering something that you couldn't make out. at one moment, he lifted his head, biting your earlobe, and pulling it slightly towards him, in a burst of emotion, he whispered "i like you"*

kwon - stranger to lovers/soulmetes - for the first time it seemed like someone corsed you. you moved to new flat in different district of Seul and now it was time to transport your stuff from old flat. everything started when you recieved message from a men who drove the car with your stuff, saying that he is stuck on a street because there are some stupid cycling competition and usual road is closed. amazing, you already were so stressed and here some cycling competition, but thankfully in the evening you finally recieved your stuff, mostly some boxes, small and big. when you were about to pick another heavy box you felt that it seemed strangely light. when you rise your eyes you saw a young man around your age. you thanked him for helping and he turned out to be almost your neighbor, one floor above and to the left of your neighbor's wall. next time you saw Kwon Hyeok in evelator…and you two were stuck there…for 3 hours…you were about to meet with your friends and, as you learned later, he was about to pick something to eat in nearest market. week later you met him in random cafe, where you decided to have a dinner alone, the owner of the cafe came up to you, saying that all the seats are occupied, but since you are alone, there was an empty place, behind the bar, just next to a guy your age (the old man grinned and has obviously already married you two in his head) so when you sat down carefully and apologized for the intrusion, you recognized that it was Kwon. you ordered your food and few drinks, and had a nice time together. and after a month of such unexpected encounters, you began to suspect 2 things - either fate brings you together, or he is a stalker. thankfully when you ran into each other again in the same cafe and drank a lot more this time, you admitted that you suspected him, and he, in turn, thought the same - that you were weird stalker girl who followed him around, and in that evening you laughed together from many things. when it was time to leave he understood that you were so drunk that you couldn’t even stand straight, so he took you by the elbow, hugged you with his free hand a little bit higher than your waist and led you home. along the way, of course, you mumbled something about how you like one handsome boy and he seemed like not paying attention to you and probably not even interested and why you're still alone…and then, under the soft glow of streetlights, amidst the hushed whispers of the night, it happened. in a moment that felt both inevitable and surreal, your lips met in a tender kiss, sealing the bond that had been silently growing between you. in that stolen moment, amid the chaos of the city, you found solace in each other's arms, knowing that fate had finally brought you together as more than just strangers in passing.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

* i’m sorry, i don’t really know how to finish this part with wooin, as it already feels too ooc, it was more self inserted, like i was inspired by my latest situationship, bc i was in fucking same situation(it didn’t end well) , and it’s still kinda my roman empire, so i leave space for your imagination… if u don’t mind of course…🥹

[freebirdsworldburritos]

The classism in the "music gear" scene is fucking atrocious. So many people will shit on other people for using affordable gear as a way to justify within themselves that dropping $3,000 on a guitar was a smart financial move.

About 3-4 years ago I joined a band and a month after I joined we went on some video podcast. Play a few songs, do an interview, something I've never done before but it seemed like it'd be fun.

I wasn't able to really get a word in during the interviews (stuttering/speech impediment/anxiety issues ran wild) but I was able to speak up whenever the host went around and asked us what our favorite instrument/gear brands were. Weird question, but alright buddy.

I've always been a fan of cheaper gear. You don't need all sorts of expensive shit to get the sound you want. So when he asked my answer was "Squier" and the dude just started laughing. Because who possibly would prefer one of the cheaper brands??? (Keep in mind this douche had a whole wall of the absolute worst looking collection of custom shop BC Rich guitars you've ever seen.)

Eventually he backed down once I started arguing with him about it, but his immediate elitist attitude really struck a cord in me because I see that shit all over the internet in music communities. "Oh you only like Squiers/Epiphones/Harley Bentons because you can't afford BIG BOY guitars like a $5,000 Gibson".

Fuck right off with that shit. Why would I pay thousands of dollars for a guitar when I can get something that works amazingly for me for just a few hundred dollars? The extra money I save by not dropping 4 figures on a guitar or amp goes towards paying my bills, feeding my kids, just trying to fucking live and exist.

At this point I've had to sell 99% of my music gear after over a decade of following the gear chase. I only have a "cheap" acoustic I bought several years ago for $350 and it's the best guitar I've ever had. I love my little busted neck Hummingbird to death.

I'm much happier now than I was when I had a huge assortment of pedals and guitars to choose from. The Gear Chase is designed to make you want to spend more and more money in an endless pursuit of finding that "perfect" piece of gear. Guitar companies, partnered youtubers, influencers, and all sorts of advertisement campaigns are purposefully trying to misguide you into thinking you NEED their product. It's marketing and capitalism at work and so many musicians fall for it every time. I fell for it for years before I got completely fed up with it.

Go out and gig with your Squier Bullet Strat and a cheap amp you found at a pawn shop, fuck anyone that gives you shit for it. Go ahead and record with whatever you have at your disposal. Put out an album that's comprised of Voice Memos you recorded on your phone with just an acoustic and your voice.

Music, like any art, is about way more than what you used to get there. It's how you express yourself that really matters. Don't listen to the elitists and marketers telling you the only way you can authentically reach your creative vision is by buying their snake oil.

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

“A Good, Ol’ Fashioned Rodeo,” Scarlet Spider (Vol. 2/2012), #16.

Writer: Christopher Yost; Penciler: Khoi Pham; Inkers: Terry Pallot and Victor Olazaba; Colorist: Antonia Fabela; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[rachalixie]

tell me about a first date w jisung (you have to bc it’s me)

a/n: damn you and your ability to be right all the time

despite the false bravado of confidence jisung put on when he asked you out, it's a true battle between the two of you to determine who is the most nervous. was it you, with your clammy hands and shaky fingers, a lump in your throat so big you didn't know if you could even get words out? or was it him, with shallow breaths and a heart beating faster than a hummingbird's wings? by all means, you shouldn't be nervous - you've been friends with him for years, known him for longer. this is just the crescendo to the music of the dance you've been in together for a long time.

it was so cute, the way he almost tripped over his own feet as he hurried into the coffee shop, exactly a minute past the time you had agreed to meet there (and no, you were not counting the seconds). he's a little flushed, hand warm in yours as he takes it to guide you up to the counter to order, but it only matches the blood rushing to your own cheeks.

"what are you getting?" he asks, bouncing a little on his toes as you wait behind the couple ordering ahead of you. "i can't decide."

"i wanted a caramel latte," you say, glancing up at the menu and trying hard not to focus too much on the way his fingers intertwine so perfectly with yours. you're too distracted on trying to not be distracted that you miss when he orders and pays for your drink, and you smack his shoulder lightly when you notice what he's done.

"a gentleman always pays," he teases, a small smirk on his face overriding the nervousness. you wait together in what might be the most comfortable silence you've ever experienced while you wait for your drinks, and the steaming paper cups warm the hands that were not tangled together when you step outside.

you walk together aimlessly down the street, the sun peeking out at you through orange and red tinted foliage. fallen leaves crunch under your laced boots, and you can't keep the absurdly fond smile off your face when you notice him purposefully leaning this way and that to stomp on the crunchiest looking ones.

you window shop aimlessly for a while, sipping on the last dredges of your now cold coffees. you stop him at an old record shop, peering excitedly through the window at the walls lined with dozens of old music and tables adorned with well-loved record players.

"look, they have-" you start, turning towards him, but the way he's looking at you stops you right in your tracks. his eyes are shining, trained solely on you like nothing else in that moment existed. "what?"

"nothing," he ducks his head towards you, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. he leans forward, lips slightly parted, but catches himself right as they were about to touch your skin. your breath is caught for a moment, and you have to clear your throat to allow any oxygen back into your brain. he's still in your space, and his next words are hushed. "you're just so beautiful."

"kiss me," you demand, the words escaping your mouth before your brain can catch up. his eyes widen in surprise, and you're sure you look a little dumbstruck when you realize what you had just said.

"really?" he says, blinking owlishly at you, like he didn't believe you.

"han jisung, if you don't kiss me right now-" your words are cut off as he finally presses his lips to yours, firm and soft and sweet and perfect. you feel warm all over despite the wind blowing at you, fire engulfing your entire body from the strands of your hair to your heels pressed firmly into the ground. he pulls back and you chase his lips, placing a small peck at the corner of them, and he lets out a startled laugh tinted with delight.

was it too early to be in love?

[soulmusicsongs]

If You Have Faith - The Dixie Hummingbirds (In The Morning, 1962)