Recent hummingbirds: Violet-crowned hummingbird / colibrí corona violeta (Leucolia violiceps) at Beatty's Guest Ranch, Cochise County, Arizona.
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I've finally figured out my main ship type: Panther and Hummingbird.
Panther:
• tol
• dark
• laconic but dangerous
• very protective/possessive of what they deem as theirs
Hummingbird:
• smol
• bright/colorful
• constantly ready to throw hands
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The Hummingbird Feeder Poem
It started with a hummingbird feeder.
I found it in the summer aisle of a dollar tree
Floating in a sea of pineapple and flamingo decor.
It was a bright hibiscus red along the top and bottom
And had little yellow flowers along the base.
I took it home with me that day.
I don’t exactly remember why I did.
I hung it by the front door of my house.
Filling it wasn’t hard in the beginning —
It was just sugar water after all.
Then it was time to wait patiently by the door
In quiet anticipation hoping to catch
Even a simple fleeting glance of a visitor.
The wait was agonizing.
The first time I saw a hummingbird was a rush —
A moment punctuated by a gasp, and left me waiting
With a pounding heart and silent awe by the door.
Waiting, waiting for more wondrous moments
That brought such a simple and long awaited joy.
But those fleeting moments don’t last so long,
And joy is but a simple sip before it’s gone.
I don’t remember when it happened,
But I couldn’t bring myself to refill the feeder.
One day it felt like too much to mix the sugar water.
Too much effort for something I’d be too busy to notice.
Too much effort for something that now brought too little joy.
So the bright red feeder was forgotten,
And like many other things I cherished, tossed aside.
…
I found the hummingbird feeder the other day.
The once hibiscus red color had long since faded
And the pretty yellow flowers were dirtied with time.
It’s too much to do anything these days,
Too much effort for apathy.
Yet I pushed on to fill it back up again
And hang it by the front door once more.
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why does no one else but me think that cartoon bart allen is just a deeply unsettling person. i think his vibes are just fucked. he walks into a room and everything about his affectation is normal and charming even but the longer you see him move the more he seems like a puppet being pulled on strings in some approximation of humanity
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🗣️ BABY, IT'S YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE I LOVE, YOU'RE THE ONE I NEED, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I SEE!!!! COME ON, BABY, IT'S YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT GIVES YOUR ALL, YOU'RE THE ONE I CAN ALWAYS CALL!!!!!!!
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