Still Dogs! Though The Next Bunch Is Going To Be The Last One! And Im Thinking About Printing Some Of

Still dogs! Though the next bunch is going to be the last one! ✨  And I’m thinking about printing some of them as postcards once they’re all finished or maybe even making a little booklet with all of them, would that be interesting? Originals again for purchase🏹 Wire Fox Terrier, Springer (requested by @impetusofadream), Husky, Beauceron (RESERVED), Basset, Brabançon, Dalmatian (SOLD) And there are still a few left in some of the previous bunches, so check it out! 30USD is the minimal price (shipping included). All the earnings will be sent to a charity, partly to help abandoned people and partly to abandoned dogs. 🐕 Anyone eager to adopt one of the dogs message me here or at [email protected] Thank you!

people with siblings have you ever in your life called ur sibling bro or sis bc i have not and i just imagined myself doing it and gagged. it would feel so weird

“twitter unverified the pope!” ok so henry viii did that just under 500 years ago ur not special x

klingon courtwear, 1570s

not particularly practical for fighting, but doesn’t that make it more impressive when you do it?

I love this clip sm

Two poems by Roz Kaveney:

No matter what. My people will endure.

Kill us. Imprison us. Carve up our brain.

Out of your children we are born again.

Erase our past and future but be sure

We are among you añd will find a way

To know ourselves in fragments from the past

Constructed truths. You think you have locked fast

The doors of memory. Your world is gray

Lacks savour. We umami of the soul

Palate remembers taste it never knew

Your angry grand children will stare at you

Carve us from world and you will leave a hole

Negative space describes all that we were

They fill it with new flesh. He him. She her.

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When they have killed us all, or maybe most

Of us, because some fragment will escape.

We are quite good at hiding. When they rape

Some young guy on your street and later boast

Taught it to be a woman, when they shave

That blonde's head bloody slash her by mistake

Across the cheek for being tall. And make

Pyre of our books. And in an unmarked grave

Neighbour or niece. Legitimate concern?

Will you still sleep at night? Will you forget

You sort of wanted this...perhaps not yet...

But soon you'll stand and cheer and watch us burn.

Then later say it was not in your name

You never meant it and are not to blame.