LET ME TELL YOU A STORY. So I worked at a scout ranch for three summers. Each summer we would hang out a hummingbird feeder. At the beginning of the summer we would have a couple of different representatives of a couple of different hummingbird species (we usually had four or five different kinds of hummingbirds each summer). By the end of the summer that year’s eggs would have hatched and found the hummingbird feeders. We knew who the older ones were, and we would know the first-hatched ones on site, but by the end of the summer you would loose track of the different families and just generally have a collection of 50 or so hummingbirds fighting over a single hummingbird feeder.
(Incidentally this was awesome because the feeder was always hung up above the scouts and let me tell you nothing amuses a camp staffer more then watching a bunch of fourteen year olds reacting to a six bird dog fight breaking out ten inches above their heads.)
BUT ONE YEAR we showed up at the beginning of the summer and found out one of the hummingbirds had built a nest in the ropes above the cabin porch. It was tiny, she had done her best to camouflage it and it was maybe three inches above the tallest guy’s head.
So this guy ended up crouched whenever he was on the front porch so he wouldn’t come too close to this poor nesting mother’s nest. And then for a few days WE HAD BABY HUMINGBIRDS. Eventually either her nerves gave out or she got used to us, bc she eventually stopped chirping in abject horror whenever we were around. We were such proud parents, and we broke out a second feeder just for the babies to use. (which didn’t really work at all, it just dramatically increased the number of hummingbirds we had visiting us over the summer.)
Frankenstein: The great outdoors, half-read books, unorthodox ideas, pencil sketches, easily frightened, contemplates existence a lot, dislikes winter
The Picture of Dorian Gray: Old bookshelves, bold fashion choice, loud laughs, philosophical conversations, kisses on the hand, can be a dick sometimes, loves new languages but never commits
Dracula: Red lipstick stains, white billowy dresses, always cold to the touch, flickering candles, has eye circles, wants to believe in ghosts, only likes religion for the aesthetic
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde: Filled notebooks, foggy evenings, afraid of failure, oversized clothing, secretive whispers, stays up too late, bottles up emotions
The Phantom of the Opera: Rose petals, old perfume, being an overdramatic bitch, sings to self, handwritten letters, snowy nights, secret spaces
If ur arabic ur great
If ur arabic and muslim ur great
If ur arabic and queer ur great
If ur arabic and muslim and queer ur great
I know it seems hard to believe but you’re not bad you’re not awful
Hey if you’re not arabic can you reblog this? I hardly ever see any positivity towards us and I just wanna spread love to my Arab siblings
