Hermann Gottlieb and Newton Geizler in the MLP universe.
In this time of term papers I wanted to draw my patron deity, Bullshitticus, god of students and general last minute fudgery, sitting upon his Golden Futon, attended by the muses Caffeina and Thesaurae, whose powers of artificial energy and pretentious vocabulary can be invoked in case of the all-nighter.
I like to think he’s Dionysus’s second cousin or something.
I love you.
Before I read the text I thought the woman on the left was pouring out actual bullshit I’M SO GLAD I WAS WRONG.
Omg!! This is a student god!!
Is it possible to be a fan of a fandom?
Reblog every time
I love this so much
I’m not even in this fandom
I made a tumblr to reblog this gif. Life complete.
ALWAYS REBLOG WATER TRIBE
Hummingbird to be splashed.
"And there aloft,
My gaze I doffed,
And there in the hazy blue,
On the topmost spine,
Of the tallest pine,
Hung the fabulous Skippery-Boo.”
- Earl L. Newton.
The pine tree creaked and sank under his weight. Slowly, he and the long trunk covered in needle-like branches approached the earth thirty feet below at an agonisingly slow rate, forcing Hawk to question just why he had bothered to climb the stupid tree in the first place.
Sinking his claws into the flexible bark, Hawk maintained a firm grip as the tree came to a halt, bouncing slowly against the pull of gravity. Hawk was still standing at least ten feet from the ground. Shivering, he considered spreading his bluish/grey bat-like wings and taking off to save him falling, but letting go of the tree would cause it to spring back and skewer him with its branches.
"Serves you right!"
Hawk looked down between his legs and sighed. On a smooth rock near the base of the tree lay his older sister. She had her light brown furred forepaws crossed in front of her and her wings folded at her sides. Her dark green fishtail swayed back and forth as she watched her little brother clinging to the bark like a frightened squirrel. Her eyebrow of her left eye was raised in amusement while the empty, scarred socket where her left eye should have been remained motionless and uncaring.
"Hummingbird, I do not need a commentator, thanks," Hawk growled. Though his ‘I’m a big boy’ retort was undercut by his whimper as the wood let out a sharp crack.
Hummingbird’s long ears twitched and she stood up. Silently, she padded off the rock and stood up at her two legged height of seven feet before planting her forepaws on the arch of the bent tree. With a huff, she gave an almighty push and the tree creaked backwards.
Hawk squealed as he felt himself move slowly upwards.
"Okay, kid, you can let go now. Just don’t forget to fly."
Hawk grumbled as he felt the tension on the tree wane. When it was high enough, he pushed off the tree with his hind legs and took to the skies. Relieved, he spun through the air, shaking off the leftover pine needles from his long gold/brown fur.
"You better come down!" Shouted his sister. "The last thing we need is one of those hunters seeing you!"
"Okay! Okay!" Hawk called back. After making a defiant loop in the air, he slowly glided back down to earth to stand next to his sister. She promptly cuffed him across the ear.
"I warned you! You need to be careful out here." Hawk rolled his eyes and prepared for a lecture as Hummingbird nudged him deeper into the forest. "You know there are human camps out here. They have guns. Guns will hurt you if they don’t kill you first."
Hawk lowered his ears as her words stung him like a wasp. He didn’t even want to look at her face, much less the memory of that gunshot that took Hummingbird’s eye.
"Human’s aren’t the worst things in the world," she continued. "But they don’t like things they can’t explain. Our kind is too rare in this forest, and rarity makes something valuable. And how do humans consider us?" She lifted her ear and waited for Hawk’s response.
Hawk groaned and remembered their father’s mantra. “A human would rather us dead and on a mantle then alive and unpredictable,” he recited. After their mother was hunted down, their father made a point of drilling that into their skulls every day. “Humans are easily scared and are better left alone.” After their father was killed in an accident with a human machine, Hummingbird took over his teachings and trained Hawk in them constantly.
"Good," Hummingbird praised. She stopped him by a spring so they could drink. "I’m sorry if I’m hard on you, Hawk. I just don’t want to lose you."
Hawk looked up and smiled, his mouth dripping with water.
"Well," Hummingbird stammered, scratching the back of her neck through her tangled mane. "What I mean to say is, if you were to get yourself killed, I’d rather you do it in a really cool way then just embarrassingly stabbing yourself with a tree branch."
Hawk dipped his paw into the water and splashed his sister. She smiled, let out a fake snarl and tackled him into the spring. Laughing, they fought and bounded through the water as fish jumped out of the way in a panicked frenzy.
Hawk is always there for his big sister.