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Blair Waldorf x Reader - "A Moment in Time"

The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Blair Waldorf's Upper East Side apartment, casting a golden sheen on the velvet curtains. The city hummed just outside, but inside, there was only peace. You and Blair were sitting on her plush couch, a cozy moment in an otherwise chaotic life. Her head rested against your shoulder, her long lashes fluttering as she half-heartedly scrolled through her phone.

"Can you believe it's almost the end of the week?" Blair sighed, her voice wrapped in the usual hint of frustration that only Blair could master. "I’ve barely had time to think about anything but that dreadful event at the museum."

You smiled, brushing a strand of her glossy hair from her face. "You always find a way to make it perfect, Blair. You’ll be brilliant as always. Besides, you deserve a break. Maybe we can do something—just the two of us—after the event?"

Blair’s lips quirked into a small, teasing smile as she turned her head slightly to meet your gaze. "I do like the sound of that." She paused, eyes glimmering. "As long as it’s something that doesn’t involve me fighting off a crowd of sycophants."

"Deal," you laughed, knowing Blair’s tendency to seek solitude after events, preferring a quieter, more intimate evening rather than the usual sea of socialites.

Blair shifted closer, curling her legs beneath her. She tucked her head into your neck, breathing in your scent as if it was the only thing that could calm her. Her warm presence against you felt like a shield against the world, and you were more than happy to be her safe haven.

"How do you always know exactly what I need?" Blair murmured, her voice soft, almost vulnerable. She rarely let her guard down, even with you, but in these quiet moments, you got to see the side of Blair that was so deeply caring and, yes, sometimes a little bit fragile.

You placed a gentle kiss on her temple. "I think I just know you, Blair," you said, your hand gently smoothing the fabric of her dress. "And I know you’re always putting others first. But you deserve to take a moment for yourself. Especially with everything you do."

Blair’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, the world outside disappeared. All that mattered was the two of you, in this little bubble of intimacy and warmth. She held your gaze with a mix of admiration and something softer—something that said she was so thankful to have you in her life.

“You always make me feel like I’m more than just the things people expect of me,” she said quietly. "Like I'm enough, just as I am."

Your heart fluttered. You cupped her face gently, running your thumb over her cheek in a tender gesture. "You are more than enough, Blair. You are everything I need. Always."

Her breath hitched slightly at the intensity of your words, and for a moment, Blair Waldorf, the queen of the Upper East Side, seemed to melt into you. Her hand reached up to rest on yours, and she gave a small, almost shy smile.

"I think I’ve said this before," she said, her voice soft and teasing, "but I may just be the luckiest girl in New York."

You chuckled, brushing your lips over her forehead. "And I’m the luckiest girl in the world, having you."

Blair’s smile widened, her eyes softening as she leaned into you even more. “I’m starting to think that, too,” she whispered, her fingers tracing small circles on your hand as the two of you sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

Outside, the world carried on, but for now, everything was perfect. Just the two of you, surrounded by nothing but love and the promise of more quiet moments together.

My collection 006:

My feather collection!

I could be considered a sort of a bird enthusiast. So naturally I collect pretty bird feathers I find on the ground. Here's what I have so far:

Heres mischellaneous feathers that wouldn't fit in the album, a lot of them are from Canada geese and pidgeons, there is few from pheasant birds, maybe some from ravens or crows and there is one thats from an owl (my sibling found a dead owl in the field and took a feather from it and gave it to me):

Here's few swan feathers, I will probably insert a darker paper behind them so they can be seen better:

Pheasant bird feather:

I think these are also from pheasant but I'm not shure:

Probably a magpie feather! As you can guess, my faveourite in the collection. I think it's a magpie feather because it has an iredecsent hue along the upper half of it:

Some mischellaneous feathers, mostly from pidgeons:

Aand last, but not least, raven feathers:

I think I have crow feathers somewhere too.

I have more pics, so maybe I make a part 2 of my feather collection.

(disclaimer: yes, these have already been off of the bird when I found them, or the bird was already dead, I did not pull feathers off of live birds).

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The birb is birbing and the love is loving. Get this guy to impress your partner on Val's Day

Corvid jumpscare

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Yes!

Birb

guess who got accidentally smushed flat onto my desk because she silently sat by my right hand and is the perfect shape of a computer mouse

My sister very much enjoyed the duck she would like to request another one. The bird she would like to request is a puffin! She thanks you so much for doing the drawings!!!

Aaa so glad she does!! Puffins are Very Majestic Birds

Quick drawing of a house martin I made for my mom bc it reminds me of our cat

Refs below cut

I don't draw birds very often lol I think I made it a bit too fluffy

I love quails. They are like a round pigeon with a barabidoodle on it`s head. Peak bird design.

Spotted Towhees (Pipilo maculatus) look like someone took an American Robin (Turdus migratorius) and tried to make it "edgy."

By Pranav Tadepalli, CC BY-SA 4.0

And they really are edgy little fuckers, too. They'll pull up every single shoot that pokes its head above ground in your garden, and are very clever at getting through barriers. They do not fear humans, not further than you could lightly toss one.

If you find a roadkill or mysteriously-dead towhee in Spring, it's worth its weight in gold, because they are deterred by a corpse of their own species. The next problem is putting it somewhere these ground-feeding birds will notice it, without making it a free snack for the first scavenger that comes along.

I call the seagull Frank Abigull, Jr.

He walks around the cruise terminal with one wing folded up crooked, so the wingtip sticks out and nearly drags on the ground. He looks like he has a broken wing.

If I eat on a seagull's patch, I'll share. I'm that used to paying rent for every damn thing. Same for crows.

Anyway, I don't know if his wing was ever really broken or not, but when he needs to, Frank can fly just fine.

It may be that he's learned to drag his wing in order to con the tourists and event-goers.