To Get The Train Going, Im Gonna Assume That Hooty Wrote Off Some Of The Tunnel Of Love Supplies As A

To get the train going, I’m gonna assume that Hooty wrote off some of the Tunnel of Love supplies as a business expense, (sorry there’s no way he had all that stuff lying around). His job is being a safe, and happy home for his inhabitants. And if one of them is going through some emotional turmoil, he’s gotta make a Tunnel of Love to fix it or he is not doing his job properly. Meaning he should get a reduction on any expenses required for that tunnel.

Title Idea: Hooty Money, Hoot problems.

Hooty Does His Yearly Tax Returns.

An episode of The Owl House where Hooty does taxes. It sounds weird, and it probably only makes sense because it’s late but darn I think this could work. It could do some world building, have fun comedy, maybe even drama depending on Hooty’s fiscal choices, and would for sure be an all timer. Reblog any funny ideas related to Hooty’s financials and plot ideas surrounding it, if you want to obviously.

It was really good.

I read the entirety of Check Please in about two weeks, not counting any tweets or extras. I will always remember at it as one of the best Gay, University, Sports, Wholesome stories ever. Thank you Ngonzi Ukazu.

Hunter totally owns and wears a nightcap to sleep.

I don’t collect anything specific, but I do enjoy collector culture. And the view master thing is really cool, what are some of the coolest ones you own?

Do you collect anything?

I'm really enjoying learning more about my fellow tumblr users, so let's keep this going.

I want to know what (if anything) you collect. I'll go first.

I have a bad habit of changing my collections often but recently I've been really into View-Masters, you know that plastic headset that showed you 3D images. I'm working on a site where I'm putting all my research (https://gruber.travel/) and buddy of mine made a special reel scanner that I'm getting next week. I'm really excited about it.

Barbie Movie

I think it should be required viewing for life.

I graduated high school in 99.

There was a student at our school named Wayne.

Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.

Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn't even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.

The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.

Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help. He went to guidance counselors for help. He went to the principals for help.

He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.

Wayne's lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.

So... no.

No one in my school talked about being trans.

Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.