#Peregrine Studies

[vt-scribbles]

Peregrine wing studies + Vee wing rework exploration!

[chili-chocolate]

I’m thinking of getting a tattoo of a peregrine falcon, so I’m messing around with studies to get an idea for a good design

[notetaeker]

24 books in 2024

taged by @peregrination-studies 💞 thank you!! I'm definitely checking out your list and stealing some titles from there

I'm trying to be more 'go with the flow' and pick up random books like I used to do as a kid instead of planning books beforehand (which brings out my need to research the book into oblivion to try to figure out if I would like it) So I think I'll do the challenge differently where I'll just add books on here as I read them! 24 is a lot though for me asdkjfl last year I think I read

My interests these past few years have been memoirs, grief, animals, fantasy and classics

Done Reading (my rating in parenthesis)

The Reign of Wolf 21 - Rick McEntyre (9/10)

Great Expectations - Charles Dickens (8/10)

I'm Glad My Mom Died - Jennette McCurdy (7/10)

Watership Down (Graphic Novel) (10/10)

The Last White Man - Mohsin Hamid (6/10)

Currently reading

H is for Hawk - Helen McDonald (Only reading it before sleep so it's gonna take a while to finish. Great writing tho)

Forged by Blood - Ehigbor Okosun (Randomly picked up from the library- seems great so far!)

Empress of All Seasons - Emiko Jean (Very fast paced, great so far)

The Watsons Go to Birmingham

tagging: @dontwannastudybutihaveto, @stuhde, @nuuralshams

[wecandoit]

~ 16/100 ~

10.08.2022 // i loved the way these pics looked unfiltered soooooo.... here it is. i actually caught up on a lot of lectures today! also think i'll be finishing this book tonight too

🎧: ring the alarm by kard

[senkuishigaymi]

Dead Poets Society but make it Ms. Peregrine's Home but also make it Babel and perhaps Alice in Wonderland:

A school for the quaints and the peculiars, deep inside the forest but also near the sea. You get there with train and get off the station where none of the kids ever come back. Your parents, concerned, not sure what to do with you, send you there. It's the place where there are kids like us. They wish you a nice stay, maybe nicer than home... (be it with the kindest intention, be it not).

There are teachers... I mean of course (adult supervision!), the kind professors or the funky chefs or the kind gardener lady. But here's the catch: the only subjects they taught are humanities. They teach you how to Mozart or Monet, how to Poe or Plato. Dead languages, ancient excerpts, and maybe pentagrams and reliving myths (as long as you don't get caught).

But also here's another thing: you and your funky friend groups (who does not only recite poems or memorize lines or speak 3 languages) (but also talks to the dead, and can float, and could converse with the rabbits) have questions you ought to answer. To where does the rusty door behind the wild grape vines lead? What's behind the towering, dusty bookshelves? Shouldn't you take a closer look at the cave near the beach?

Yes. Maybe it will take you somewhere, another place like this school. A place where there are kids like us. Maybe, just maybe.

[dirtyfox911911]

Finally. A follow up with the only logical continuation.

Everybody, welcome Perif. …Arigrine?? Idk, but there will be more.

I got carried away and wrote a whole goofy semi romantic script. And you’ll have to witness it.

Also, I thought it would be fun if muggle studies professor office is hiding behind that plane piece in the wall, how cool would that be :}

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Continuation to - https://www.tumblr.com/dirtyfox911911/699506135155261440/how-about-234-more-ministry-puns

[evil-feather]

I have loved you for a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more

Pairing: MissPeregrineXMissCuckoo

Warnings: none

Word count: 2321

People who might like this?: @sam1kath @vswife2 @vykanya

(I never know who to tag, sorryyy. Maybe I should do a tag-list?)

Notes at the end :)

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"200-what?!"

"About 210 years, deux cent dix ans", laughed Miss Cuckoo.

Enoch looked at her in disbelief. "There's no way. I knew the bird was old but not that old. And how old are you even??"

"Enoch, rude! You can't ask a woman how old she is", Bronwyn exclaimed from the couch.

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Whyy excuuuse moi", he said in a mocking tone and the best (worst) French accent he could do.

Isabel was just about to make a remark when Alma appeared in the door frame of the living room.

"And what is this here about? One might think that you guys are up to something.It is far past bedtime for all of you."

Miss Cuckoo shifted in her seat ever so slightly that one might not have noticed it but Emma whose gaze was jumping from one Ymbryne to the other did indeed notice it.

She bit back a comment and turned her head to Miss Peregrine instead.

"Miss Cuckoo was just telling us that you two have known each other for 210 years already", she explained ,"deux..dix…what was it again?"

A little smile formed on Miss Peregrine's lips while she replied,"Deux cent dix, even though I have to say that it's not quite correct."

Her gaze wandered to the older woman sitting in her rocking chair.

"We've known each other for 209 years, 364 days, 22 hours 1 minute and 30 seconds….if we would have met at midnight, that is but I'll let that count."

"Oh yes, you could show off your knowledge all day," sighed Miss Cuckoo while dramatically falling back into the chair.

Then she turned to the kids and said," but she's right it's bedtime for all of you!"

The kids groaned but eventually made their way upstairs to get ready for bed.

After tugging them all into their beds and saying goodnight to everyone, the two Ymbrynes had settled down into the living room again with a cup of tea and a book each.

Isabel for her part couldn't help but get distracted by the small woman sitting on the other side of the sofa.

Why couldn't she have fallen for someone else instead? Why did it have to be her dearest friend?

But then again how could she have not fallen for her?

From academy times on Alma had always been by her side, going through the most difficult times with her and never being anything but supportive.

The admiration for her had started from this wonderful friendship and before she could have even tried to stop it, she had already fallen head over heels for her.

But Isabel had kept her secret, way too scared that she'd ruin the friendship between them that was so important to her. And she'd gladly pay the price of keeping her little secret until the end of times if it only meant that she got to keep Alma near, to maintain their friendship and to see her happy.

Oh how she loved to see these emerald eyes shine with joy and the purest love when she watched their kids play in the garden. Or that smile that could lighten up every darkness Isabel ever had to fight. She was sure that she'd trade the entire world just to see Alma happy, just to see that pretty smile of hers again.

And even the smallest things that the small woman did, seemed to knock Isabel completely over and make her fall even more (even if she never thought that could be possible).

Like right now where she was sitting on the other side of the sofa, wrapped in a lavender coloured blanket, some of her hairs strands falling out of her usually tight bun. Occasionally she was narrowing her eyes or scrunching her nose as she read page for page of the book in her lap.

Her gaze dropped to the book in Alma's hands. Given the fact that they were in a loop, she had probably read it a thousand times already but it didn't seem to bother her in the slightest.

Isabel watched as she turned the page and she couldn't help but wonder how it must felt like to-

"You know Izzy, it's quite impolite to stare."

Isabel's head snapped up but Alma's eyes were still fixed on the page of her book.

"I- I didn't stare," she said while cursing herself that she didn't sound more convinced.

Alma slightly raised her eyebrow and slowly lifted her head to look at the older woman with a skeptical look on her face.

She however only returned her look, a small smile playing at her lips.

"I was just lost in my thoughts, that's all," Isabel added after a short pause.

She watched how the emerald eyes narrowed slightly and was that a hint of worry in her eyes?

With a short sigh the other woman asked:

"What is wrong, Isabel?"

"Wrong? What should be wrong? Everything's bien…fine."

Clearly Alma didn't believe her so she tried again.

"Well, something is clearly going on in that pretty head of yours."

Isabel's breath stuttered for only a second before she caught herself.

"How can it be that we already know each other for so long?"

The question had slipped out before she could even think about it.

The ravenette's face softened and the worry in her eyes were replaced by warmth and adoration, as a small smile appeared on her lips.

There it was again. That smile Isabel would die for. It was dragging her so close to just screw every rule and just tell her-

"Well I believe that time tends to pass faster if we spend it with the people we love."

Her eyes met the brown ones but she couldn't quite read what was really bothering the French woman.

"It wasn't the answer you wanted, huh?"

Miss Cuckoo's eyes widened and she shook her head slightly.

"No, on the contrary. I think you phrased it very beautifully," Isabel finally said, her smile returning to her face.

With a sigh Alma closed her book, laid it on the coffee table and scooped closer to Isabel laying the thick blanket around the older woman's shoulders.

"It's alright, I won't push you into talking, if you don't want to," she whispered, leaning her head against the other woman's shoulder.

It was one thing that Isabel appreciated more than anything about their friendship. They would always give each other time and space.

She knew that Alma wasn't the best at voicing her worries as well but that didn't matter. No one was pushing the other to talk about anything, if they didn't feel like it so sometimes they'd just enjoy eachothers company for that very moment.

They'd find each other eventually, to talk about whatever was worrying them.

She leaned her head against Alma's.

"Thank you."

Miss Peregrine hummed softly, her gaze wandering to the clock on the wall. Isabel followed her eyes not even a second later.

The clock said 01:17 am.

“Oh.”

There was a light chuckle from Alma as she said:

”Seems like I was right about my theory. Time does pass faster if we are with the people that we love.”

Isabel raised an eyebrow, a big grin on her face.

“So you love me?”,she laughed before she could stop the words.

There was a short moment of silence and Isabel wondered if she might have overstepped the line. Then Alma began to laugh and Isabel could feel her chest lighten again.

“You are a darling, of course I love you!” Alma said finally, turning her head so she could look into Isabel's brown eyes.

Then she quietly added:

“I actually thought you’d know that.”

Isabel sucked in a breath as she stared into Alma's eyes, suddenly being terribly aware of how close their faces were.

Her heart was beating uncontrollably and she couldn’t help it when her gaze fell on Alma’s lips. It was only for a few seconds but of course the other woman did notice as she licked her lips nervously.

Miss Cuckoo drew in a deep breath while trying to collect her thoughts.

Then she whispered quietly:

“Please don’t hate me for this but…can I kiss you?”

She regretted it as soon as she had asked.

Over 200 years she had kept her little secret so well and now she had thrown it all away. She had ruined their friendship with just that simple step.

She felt the panic build up inside her when she suddenly felt a hand on her chin. Slowly Alma turned her head so she had to face the small woman again.

Isabel's heart was beating so loudly that she nearly missed the answer.

“Please do.”

Isabel’s eyes widened as she stared at the woman in front of her, convinced she just hadn’t heard her correctly or maybe she had just imagined her saying this. But Alma simply wrapped her tender arms around the taller woman's neck and gave her an encouraging smile.

And with that Isabel’s brain shut down and her instincts overtook her.

She leaned forward carefully, still giving Alma enough time to back up if she changed her mind…but she didn’t.

Their lips met in a light kiss and Isabel could swear that her heart might burst the next second.

This had to be a dream, there wasn’t another explanation for this. Yes, that had to be it. She will wake up soon, and everything will be like it was before. And this, this will only be a wish-

Her mind started to panic again, that much that she hadn’t even noticed that she had gone stiff as a plank.

Alma pulled away, her face bright red.

She lowered her head as she quietly whispered:

“I’m sorry, I’m a terrible kisser.”

That did the trick. Isabel's brain snapped back into action and her eyes widened in shock.

“No, bird no, you are not! It’s just- I just-”, she began, her hands carefully cupping Alma’s cheeks.

She took in a shaky breath and then continued:

“I’m-, I was just thinking….panicking actually. You have no idea how long I have wished for this to happen and I just panicked because I was scared that I would ruin our friendship and I guess I just made it worse with that-. I—, I’m sorry if I made you feel like you are a terrible kisser because you are not!”

She could see Alma’s expression soften as her arms found their way back around Isabel's neck and she leaned forward so their foreheads touched.

“It’s okay”, Alma said softly, tangling one of her hands in short silver hair.

“Do you want to try again? And then we can just pretend that the first one never happend?”

A smile formed on Isabel's face as she looked into these beautiful green eyes and nodded.

Alma only nodded and sat back again, waiting for Isabel to make the first move.

This time the kiss was more passionate but still soft. Alma’s eyes had fallen shut as soon as Isabel’s lips had touched hers and Isabel gave into the feeling as well, closed her eyes and just let herself drown in the feeling of soft lips on hers.

She carefully wrapped her arms around Alma's waist to pull her closer. The blanket that had still laid on their shoulders, slowly fell down onto the floor but none of them cared. The only thing that got them to finally break apart was the lack of oxygen.

Isabel pulled back slowly, chuckling at Alma chasing her lips for a second. She opened her eyes again only to find Alma’s still closed. She leaned her head against the other woman's head again and breathed slowly.

“Never ever dare to say again that you are a terrible kisser,” she chuckled after a quick moment of silence of both Ymbrynes trying to catch their breath.

At that Alma’s eyes opened slowly and she smiled as she lovingly looked into the brown eyes, next to her.

“I guess I’m a quick learner.”

Isabel’s eyes widened as she laughed in disbelief.

“You-you’ve never kissed anyone before?”

Alma blushed prettily as she shook her head.

“Not really, no.”

For a moment Isabel just looked at her as if she was debating whether she was joking or not. Then she quickly shook her head.

“Then it seems like you are a natural”, she whispered, giving her a quick peek at the cheek,

”and I’m honored that you trust me enough for that.”

Alma beamed as her gaze fell on the small clock behind Isabel. It showed 03:00 am.

She turned her attention back to the taller woman, whose arms were still holding her close. She never thought that she’d admit it but she enjoyed the closeness and warmth of the other woman, maybe even a little more than she should.

“As much as I am enjoying this, dear, we should probably go to sleep as well,” she said after a moment of collecting herself again.

Isabel sighed dramatically but gave in after she saw the time.

They decided to clean up later and only put the tea cups (with the tea that had long gone cold) in the kitchen sink.

Then Isabel took Alma's hand and led her upstairs.

“We definitely should repeat this,” Isabel chuckled quietly, not wanting to wake any of the children.

Alma bit down her laugh and only smiled brightly.

"Definitely."

Then she stepped on her tiptoes to give Isabel a quick peek on the lips.

“Good night, Izzy.”

They both went to their bedrooms but not before turning around again when they had reached the door.

Isabel had to bite down a giggle as she waved lightly.

“Bonne nuit”

"Good night…oh and Izzy? Happy 210th anniversary.”

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Notes:

It was time that someone wrote a confession story so now you have clumsy gay panicking Isabel🤭

Also I just threw a whole bunch of my head canons in this like Alma's first kiss. Cause I don't think she has ever loved someone that much that she'd even think about kissing them before (her kids don't count okay? Cause that's something different)

Anyways I was debating for the longest time ever if I should end the story on them falling asleep on the couch or make them kiss and here we are. It took my last nerve because I SUCK at writing kiss scenes. And I also feel like I made it very awkward and out of character but huh.

[27junes]

a couple of peregrine falcons i mindlessly painted not too long ago.

[the-birds-and-their-bones]

Woodcock, killed by a Peregrine Falcon on campus :3

[humble-boness]

11.11.2022 100 days of productivity: 2/100

Today I was up before my alarm but was unexpectedly held back by the collapsing of my bike. This is not a great start for this feminine outfit, but I managed to reach my office anyway. Then, my PC decided to fry itself and after wheezing for an hour, I could finally start working. Thankfully this extra time allowed me to start my first bujo spread in a while! I hope to share it with you on Monday 👀

Please find my office corner, which I only livened up a bit for now with the scraps I have lying around in my room.

[girl4music]

My friend S.C. Peregrine has posted my Xena and Gabrielle: Character study thesis to her website Fleet Of Fandoms if you’ve never read it but would like to in honour of the A Salute To Xena 25th Anniversary Convention Creation Entertainment is hosting this weekend in Los Angeles, of which I will be attending.

[willowstea]

tagged by @peregrination-studies thanks for the tag!

Are there any books you started this year that you still need to finish?

Anything I'm currently reading, which are Beyond Policy Analysis: Public Issue Management in Turbulent Times by many, The Death and Life of Great American Cities by Jane Jacobs, and The Dragon Republic by R.F. Kuang. The issue is getting through them before I have to return them to the library (for the last 2, the first is a school book).

Do you have any autumnal books to transition into the end of the year?

I don't want to come off as mean, but I literally don't understand this at all, this concept does not click for me. Book is Book. By internet argument logic: I don't understand thus it is dumb.

Is there a new release you’re waiting for?

Seasparrow by Kristin Cashore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (any Americans out there who would like to help me get a signed copy?? The bookshop doesn't ship internationally and it's killing me that I have everything but Winterkeep and this new one unsigned).

Alright, obligatory let's drool over the cover:

What are three books you want to read before the end of the year?

If I could finish The Poppy Wars trilogy that would be cool. Other than that, no goals.

Is there a book you think could still shock you and become your favourite book of the year?

I don't think so? I've been very underwhelmed with the books I've read this year, especially before the start of this semester. Not sure if my tastes are changing or what. I will say I've been trying to finish a TBR I haven't really added to in almost 3 years so I doubt that's helping. I should probably overhaul it during the holidays and just read the books I want to read now I have access to a real library.

Have you already started making plans for next year?

The only I've been planning is what I'm going to buy with Christmas money and the birthday month discount you get from Indigo for one bulk purchase during your birthday month. I want to get Seasparrow (duh), Loud Mouse by Idina Menzel and Cara Mentzel (I don't care that it's a children's book it's my money), and some collector's/anniversary editions if they're still in stock. Maybe some physical copies of some series I've read digitally. I might throw a pre-order or two in for the Plum points, but we'll see when it comes to it.

[juleteon]

Some old sketches from 2020, featuring @ronkeyroo  ♡

[wecandoit]

~ day 1/100 ~

26.07.2022 // classes started this week and I'm really enjoying doing all psychology units so far, even biostats is not too bad! so as promised, i'm starting the 100dop!

🎧: sad by young rising sons

[peregrination-studies]

The Year in Review: Book Edition

Well lads! We made it! One whole year of reading! Thanks for sticking around with me through the year, and my sincere, heartfelt, warm happy thanks to everyone who has commented on my posts or messaged me about my reviews. You guys are the best!!! 💕My eternal gratitude to everyone who has recommended books to me as well! Many of those recommendations are following me into 2024, and I’m hoping to get ‘round to them in this new year!

Without further ado, it is my great joy to present to you all: Goodreads: My Year in Review. This is the first time I’ve done this, so bear with me. This review is a series of lists on some notable reads this year separated into the categories of Top Reads (Fiction and Nonfiction), Top Reads Overall, Books with The Greatest Impact on My Worldview, Books I Talked About the Most this Year (2023), and Books that Made Me Sob (or Just Tear Up a Little). I’ve also included a category for the Reviews I Had the Most Fun Writing. I may add a few additional lists later!

Looking forward to another year of books and studies with you all!

[miss---lu]

Walks on the Beach

She came to the loop not to long ago, yet no one could figure out what her peculiarity was. She always dodged the question, never looking uncomfortable just not answering.Claire and Olive believed she must have a more scary peculiarity, otherwise why wouldn’t she share it?

Enoch watched as YN walked outside in the garden. He was peering though his window, just studying her movements. Her steps seemed to be with intent, all incredibly light.

He saw how Olive was walking on over towards her. Her heavy boots dragging in the grass. YN just smiled at the young girl as she continued on her path. She was leaving the garden and heading towards what looked like the beach.

Against his better judgement, Enoch decided to follow after. He quickly made his way down the stairs, trying to avoid his housemates, but he was not that lucky.

He ran straight into the bird and started apologizing profusely. She just tutted at him and gestured for him to follow behind her.

“Mr O’Connor what has you in such a hurry? Typically you spend your free hour after lunch working on those puppets of yours.”

Enoch just shrugged, but he felt a soft, warm feeling start to bubble in his chest. “I don’t know, just thought I’d spend some time outside with the others.”

Miss Peregrine narrowed her eyes as she looked at the boy. “You were going after Miss LN, weren’t you?”

Enoch’s face started to heat up as he went to shake his head. It was too late, though. The bird already knew.

“Mister O’Connor,” she stopped and gave a small smile, “you know Miss LN happens to go the beach during this time. She considers it her tranquility period where she can just roam.”

Enoch nodded. After seeing that he was still standing there the bird ushered for his to continue on his journey. He smiled back at her as he made his way out the door.

. . .

YN stood on the beach barefoot as she watched the waves. Her eyes were closed, so Enoch approached her slowly. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, she started talking:

“I know you’re there, Enoch. I can sense your presence.”

Enoch let out a small chuckle. “Was I loud?”

YN turned to face him and laughed. “No. You were very quiet, but you see, it’s my peculiarity.”

Enoch cocked an eyebrow, confused by what she meant.

YN just laughed again before continuing, “I’m what they call an earthwalker. I can control the ground kind of how Emma can control fire.”

“That’s fascinating.”

“Thanks,” she giggled. “That’s why I don’t like wearing shoes. When I have skin on the earth I can feel what’s touching it, what’s inside it, etc. I can also cause the rocks to shift.”

YN suddenly stomped her foot on the ground and Enoch felt the earth tremble below him. YN only smiled at his shocked expression.

“See? I can manipulate the fault lines.”

Enoch smiled softly as he went to take her hand. “You want to just sit here with me?”

“I’d like that. And maybe you can show me some of your homunculus creations.”