#thanks for hooting

[hippolotamus]

1) What do you love to do to relax?

2) what’s your ideal road trip (and any road trip songs???)

3) if you could visit any country or place, anywhere and any time in history, where would you go?

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Owl, my love! These are excellent questions! (I'll be you thought so, too!)

As far as relaxing... I'll start with this: the older I get the more I'm learning there is a significant difference between what I do to escape vs what I do to relax. To truly relax I sketch or take a hike somewhere quiet. My ultimate relaxing activities (though difficult to come by) are sitting alone at sunrise, watching the ocean. The other is watching a good rainstorm. To get even more off track with this ask 😅 I love this quote: Why do you like thunderstorms? / Because it shows that even nature needs to scream sometimes.

Huh, my ideal road trip... I've never really thought about it tbh. I like to be different places, I don't always like to go different places LOL. Road trip songs! I think you know I could go on forever with music, so I'll try to limit my selections:

This is cliché as hell, but I feel like you can't go wrong with the Tom Cochrane version of Life is a highway.

Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones

Message in a bottle - Taylor Swift

Bloom - the paper kites

Bang! - AJR

Take on me - aha!

Stand by Me - Weezer

Take me home tonight - Eddie Money (don't judge LOL)

Your love - The Outfield

Stuck in the middle with you - Stealers Wheel

Take me out - Franz Ferdinand

I'm good (blue) - David Guetta, Bebe Rexha

Okay, if I could visit any country or place, anywhere and any time in history, where would I go? Wow, this is rude. There are so many choices. I think there are a lot of moments in The Arts I'd want to be there for. Who knows... maybe it would be one of those "don't meet your heroes" type of deals, too. Like, when Michelangelo finished the Sistine Chapel, or the first radio broadcast was transmitted... what was the mood? Celebratory? Relief? ThankGodItsDoneAndICanMoveOn? All of the above?

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[guardian-angle22]

Anne Hathaway & Nicholas Galitzine in THE IDEA OF YOU (2024)

[riza-hawks-eye]

This scene just gets to me every time...

They absolutely needed to put a fake Hooty on that door and yet when Camila points out how baffling this is, they have to acknowledge that they don't even understand the compulsive need to add Hooty to the hideout.

Hooty is an instinct to the children, not unlike the fundamental human need to create religion and to tell stories. He's the need young girls feel to create mud potions in their gardens or to decapitate their Barbies. The need for every schoolchild to draw that same graffiti "S"

The Boiling Isles children need Hooty's presence in a way that they don't even understand.

Hooty has burrowed his way into the psyche and hearts of the Hexsquad like the Owl Tapeworm he is and now they will never be able to go without Hooty.

Hooty is the secret horror movie monster of the show.

(Well maybe not secret.)

[ricky-mortis]

Howdy hello- guess who made a wings au :)

More to come with this eventually- I’m working on my designs for other characters at the moment, but for now we’ve got Red-Tailed Hawk for Curt and Eagle Owl for Owen.

For DMA I had Barn Owl wings because a) Barn Owls are beautiful and I wanted to draw the wings for them, and more importantly, b) Owen would probably want to disguise his wings, and it would make sense if it was as a different type of owl. I just assume he’d dye his feathers in some way or another. Look- just don’t think about it too much.

[tsunael]

wolcred week |  1. 'the first.'

They all knew it was coming. Either their brightest star would claim the last of the Light, or the Light would claim her.

What were they to do but careen to their inevitable deaths? He had sacrificed one lamb for another, and now a third was to be laid upon the butcher's block. How many must die so that another might live?

He would not forget the sight of the woman before him, holding her outstretched hands aloft as the curtain of Light parted one last time to reveal the night sky in all her glory. Menphina smiled down in a smirk of a crescent for their efforts, and just as she had appeared, was the curtain drawn once again.

He didn’t need an aetherometer to see that Tsuna was suffused– the aether was thick, cloying enough to be seen. The ewer of her body failed to contain it, finally splitting at the seams for a means of escape.

Their ascian friend dealt the final blow. The Exarch, in his well-meaning duplicity, left for dead. And then Tsuna slumped to the ground, just as lifeless.

He ought to be angry– furious– for Urianger’s joint deception, for his own empty hands, or for the cards Sister Fate had dealt them time and time again, but the queer feeling roiling within him was not one of anger, but of fear. He stood there, powerless, shaking to his core whilst the twins rushed to Tsuna’s aid alongside Ryne.

Even Minfilia could not wholly extinguish the Light– she could only freeze it in time– and as Ryne sank to her knees beside the supine woman in hopes of doing the same, he could only watch in abject horror.

“Give her room,” he barked, though the twins were undeserving of his ire as he approached. They still took a collective step back.

Brilliant white blood readily trickled from Tsuna’s nose, and by way of her laboured breathing it was evident that she was being torn apart by a force of which a layman could not hope to see. Something within Tsuna was stirring, whether it was brought about by her own will, or by Ryne’s suppression, he couldn’t know.

It began first in her hands as they twitched and grasped for purchase, then her spine as it coiled. Her eyes snapped open, hungry and searching, as she lunged for the Oracle’s throat in hopes of supping upon the wellspring.

Thancred fell to his knees, wrestling the woman onto her back as an inhuman screech tore from her throat. “Don't stop!”  he cried out, harsh with concerted effort. There was an unnatural strength burgeoning within her tiny frame that even as a man grown he struggled to contend with, and if Ryne did not finish the ritual, it would swallow them whole.

Ryne was shaken, but nothing if not determined. The power flowed through her once more, and Tsuna’s struggles came to a head. She thrashed upon the ground against his weight, spitting blood, and gnashing teeth. She would bite her tongue if it kept up-- he could barely hold her steady long enough for Ryne to work in her magicks. 

“In our lifetime, please!” 

"I'm trying!" "Ryne made a frustrated growl of effort as a bead of sweat rolled down her cheek. The very aether about them seemed to compress, tangible enough that even he could feel it become leaden as it coalesced.

Tsuna cried out one last time, waning to a whine as she pushed wildly against his arms, seizing. Her legs writhed as if a sudden, great pain knifed through her. And then all was silent. 

Ryne immediately flagged, catching herself on the marble. Her power had all but been exhausted whilst he held the aftermath limp in his arms. Y’shtola and Urianger had begun to crowd about, to inquire, to plan, to move, but all he could do was hold the small woman in his arms, and pray to the Twelve, unseen, that the Light did not break through once again whilst their last bastion was too weak to hold.

“Ryne,” he called, softly, intently. Apology was writ together in his tone. “Are you all right?”

She nodded, though he knew she waned, looking close to tears from it all.

He swallowed thickly, realising he shared in the sentiment. 

Adjusting Tsuna’s body in his arms, he felt just how cold she had grown. They needed a chirurgeon's assistance, and to get off this Godsforsaken rock, but more than that they needed a miracle. His hands would not stop trembling.

“Ryne, you know that I would not deign to ask a favour of you.” He breathed for a long moment, hanging his head low in penance. “Gods–” He swore. “You have to help her. I– We can’t lose her to this.”

Ryne stared back at him, having caught her breath, eyes wide, and glassy. She was searching him for something he couldn't know.

She opened her mouth, before aborting the question. Finally, she pursed her lips, looking uneasy in a way that only managed to make him feel worse. 

“I’ll do what I can,” she whispered, and he had no choice but to believe.

[dr-shortsighted-owl]

Shortsighted-Owl -> Dr-Shortsighted-Owl

Passed my PhD viva with minor corrections!

I did it! My dream since I was a smol one!

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[dreammeiser]

sooo i just heard about your series through tiktok and so far i'm liking the vibes! Do you plan to have any...dark moments in this thing you're working on?

Oh very cool! Welcome to my nice quiet blog! Tumblr is nice because it's much more chill :oD

There will definitely be dark moments inspired by life events and dreams I've had, so buckle up, buckaroos Bo) <- That is me putting on my sunglasses.

You can even spot some things I've hidden in some of my art pieces I've made, too! There's definitely a theme here!

[parfaitblogs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WHO??!!?!!! 😄😄😄😄😄😄

[opal-owl-flight]

Sooooooo, i was wondering . Is your agent/cap 3 a dj ?(whose name is Sango & nobody knows it besides cuttlefish and off the hook)

The Lowtide party is their first and likely last gig -- my 3 held their music making so close to their hearts that theyd rather keep it private than share it with the world. (Its a part of their childhood that they managed to keep after everything that happened, alongside their kite-making)

The Lowtide party was Marina and Cuttlefish letting the teen loose on the keys. And 3 poured all their frustrations into the music, post-OE. All their feelings about being a failed hero, all their feelings about not being able to do what they used to, all their feelings about this war they gave everything to. Their music, to the untrained ear, sounded like a banger tune, but to anyone who knows... it sounded angry.

After that gig, they decided to keep their musicmaking to themself. Their music revealed too much about them. They dont want to make everyone know about it...theyre already being pestered abt their personal life every day in the turf scene. (Being a legendary player has its costs...)

They still make tracks to express themself, but its all kept private, for their ears only. (...until 4 and 8, that is.) In the latter years, one can hear them humming their own tunes to themself while they work. They mix music for 8 at times too, since she later gets into the music scene...but they never reveal their name.

[super-powerful-queen-reyna]

Here's pics of Hooty everyone missed from Watching and Dreaming:

Hooty with Lilith!!!

Smol Hooty wiggling because of the wind caused by Amity's cat ship

Hooty happy to see Raine

Winking Hooty!

[anemicjellyfish]

Blitzø petnaming Stolas "Cutie Pahootie"

[mishy-mashy]

Kudo makes funny facial expressions

[slocumjoe]

autistic danse being so comfortable and himself in the bos because the nature and standards don't require him to mask too much

[herebecritters]

TA DAA!

Happy birthday to @ickyguts !!! One of the most wonderful and horrible artists you’ll ever meet! <3

[tymptir]

Gwayne when talking to Alicent . . .

outside voice : I'm sure you did your best.

inside voice : but fuck me that wasn't enough was it I mean have you looked at these kids how the fuck does that even happen one is a drunken toddler and the other a one-eyed lunatic and you put a guy in charge of protecting them who has about as much ego as an angry gerbil and the mommy issues to go with it I mean what the fuck alicent