#Flying Friday

[bethdehart]

Flyin' Friday 3-1-24

A scottish crossbeak! I've been wanting to challenge myself with drawing more anthro birds, so here we are. Pretty happy with how this came out :)

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[goryhorroor]

“horror movies of the 1980s exist at the glorious watershed when special visual effects finally catch up with the gory imaginings of horror fans and movie makers. technical advances in special effects (animatronics, liquid and foam latex) meant the human frame could be distorted to grotesque new dimensions on screen. 1980s horror movies delivered the full colour close-up, look-no-strings-attached, special effect in a way that previous practitioners of the art could only dream about. everything lurking in the shadows in older horror movies was now dragged into the garish light of day. the monsters were finally out of the closet.”

[montereybayaquarium]

Penguin 101: Flying

We’re diving into the weekend like a penguin on a mission 🫡 Penguins may not fly in the air, but they soar through the water like underwater aviators at swimming speeds up to 12 miles per hour! Learn more about penguin flying style with senior aviculturist Kim 🐧 🌊 ✈️

[whistlingstarlight]

[halloween-sweets]

[kilianromero]

Modern Flying Carpet (1960)

[uwmspeccoll]

Fine Press Friday

Today we present a few pages from a bittersweet letterpress artist's book, To Fly or Fall, by Wisconsin painter, printmaker, and book artist Stephanie Copoulos-Selle, printed and bound in 2023 at her Citron Press in Waukesha, Wisconsin in a limited edition of 27. In 2020, Stephanie lost her husband, life partner, and fellow artist Tom Selle and this book is a cathartic exercise to contend with her grief.

The book combines repurposed prints and proofs made by both artists over their 44-year marriage. These images, unfortunately, do little justice to the book's sublime movement and balance, but we hope something of the poignancy of its contents are conveyed adequately.

View more works by Stephanie Copoulos-Selle.

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[darnellthefirestarter]

Is angel x demon stuff cringe?

Because if it is I do not care and I will continue to do this

[myokk]

1930s AU continued💓💓

[goryhorroor]

on my knees in appreciation for my short haired horror girls

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: The Flying Rooster

Debut: The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening

Well, what cock-a-doodle-DO you Magnetic Know? This post has literally nothing to do with Magnetic Joe. I'm done with that bit now. I hope you liked it.

This is The Flying Rooster! Chickens are rather prominent as a funny thing in the Zelda series and I am glad about that. I know they are called Cuccos here but look. Look at me. Look at them. They are chickens. This one is even called a rooster! The wiki even considers his species to be "rooster". It's chaos out there in the Chicken Nicknaming Fandom! I'm going to keep calling them chickens and if you have a problem with it well then you can kill me!

The Flying Rooster is not like most of the chickens. Do you know why?

He's dead.

Yeah, he died before the events of the game. Sorry. But he was so beloved! His old hometown has a grave for him! Everyone loved this rooster. He may be gone, but never forgotten, and that's okay. That's good!

But I never got to meet him! I want to meet the Flying Rooster. Me! Is that so selfish? To defy the nature of death itself in order to meet a funny chicken? No, it's fine. This is a video games! He's pixels! And if you learn the right song from a frog, and play it next to his bones...

The Flying Rooster is back in business, baby! This would be a fantastic fowl regardless of backstory, but he is almost infinitely enhanced by the fact that he is UNDEAD. A zombie. A product of necromancy. An inhuman THING that should not be alive. But here he is! And he's just a funny chicken again :] no doubt saying bukbukbuk. buKAW! He doesn't care about brains, he would much rather snack upon some grains!

If you can guess what The Flying Rooster does in-game, you get a prize. The prize is a high five! You can give it to yourself by clapping your hands. You can give yourself a high five- or is it two high fives?- anytime you want with this strategy! Well, The Flying Rooster lets whoever holds him fly briefly. A real chicken cannot do that! They can fly, though, contrary to popular belief! Don't underestimate them!

The Flying Rooster is only necessary to get one important item, and it is really so wonderful that they made the process so special like this. I think that's what games should be all about. After he helps you get that thing, he goes off on his own. How would an esteemed undead rooster choose to spend its retirement? The same way any of us hope we can spend ours, of course!

He goes to live with a Luigi! Wowie zowie!

This is The Flying Rooster's official art from the original game. Hee hee

[ltwilliammowett]

The Flying Dutchman. A Ghost Ship that can never make Port, doomed to sail the Oceans forever. From The Century Illustrated Monthly Magazine, May to October 1904

[tacosaysroar]

Last Sunday, NFA and I returned to the hotel after spending most of the day at the beach to find the place deserted. We speculated from the pool where the six French men staying there with us might be, and then they showed up on the terrace with champagne and songs. We’d forgotten it was Bastille Day. When they started interspersing their French with “woah” and “woooow” we climbed out of the pool to watch a pretty impressive firework display below us. Probably the first time I’ve ever looked down to watch fireworks.

The next morning, all of the other couples left and we really did have the place to ourselves. We went to a wonderful Moroccan restaurant and spent probably two hours eating and drinking and gabbing with the server about the music. (What you’re imagining but make it into house music.)

We’d made a thing of ending our evenings in the pool and hot tub before bed, and that final night we were in the water when the sky opened up and poured warm rain onto us. It was so romantic it was almost ludicrous. If you saw it in a romcom you’d roll your eyes. That’s how perfect it was.

Our first day back, we drove a little less than an hour from where NFA lives to again spend the day at the beach. The older woman at the checkpoint offered us her citronella spray when she found out we didn’t have any (biting fly season) and I thought about that quote I see here sometimes about how Northerners (which I am, despite where I currently live) sometimes aren’t nice but they’re kind. We had a little lunch, I spent some time in the freeeeeezing cold water (NFA said absolutely not) and then we both relaxed in the tent he bought to shield my skin-cancer-prone body from the sun. At one point, I heard light snoring and looked over to see NFA had fallen asleep with his book open on his chest.

I meet his children tomorrow for lunch, which I haven’t quite internalized yet. Which is probably good. No need to make myself nervous. Or to develop expectations. These are teenagers. They will take me in and likely give little back — keep their impressions close to the vest, as teenagers do. This is just the first of what will likely be many lunches.

[spazoutloud]

Freddy & Jason's Night at the Roxbury

[coolbugs]

Bug of the Day

Happy Fly Day Friday! Please enjoy this colorfully-eyed deer fly (Chrysops geminatus)