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Tuesday, October 24.

In Memoriam: Bobi the Dog :(

We've some news. Some sad news. The saddest news, perhaps. Sweetest Bobi the Dog, a dinky, chocolate brown purebred Rafeiro do Alentejo, and the oldest dog of all time, has passed away at the age of 31 years and 165 days. Which is around 217, in human years.

He was small, compact, very smiley, hungry for rice and chicken and, above all, an extremely lovely little chap. Join us in memoriam for this sweetest little dog as we mark the passing of an all-time great.

Hold your four-legged friends close x

🕯️

Long May He Reign.

To celebrate the return of Dan's modded minecraft series with the gang, i just KNEW i had to draw the goodest boy there ever was, Grim!

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hi :B

Okay, storytime for anyone that wants to know. When I first moved to where I lived, I volunteered at the aquarium at the touch tank. I loved the horseshoe crabs.

I am a short girl, 5’2”, at the time 170lbs. So imagine me scritching the horseshoe crabs, tickling their mouths between their legs when they flip over, letting them “pinch” me, and then holding them up to a 6 foot tall burly biker dude covered in tattoos.

My small whimpy ass: “Wanna pet her? :D”

Him: *Eyes go wide and he takes a step back.* “NO.”

I love horseshoe crabs so much. Sweet things, gentle things, so sweet and good. Apparently still enough to scare bikers.

Moon horseshoe crab makes me so happy. He is perfect. <3

Moon but he’s a horseshoe crab:

To the moon & back

"As a Korean citizen and artist, I feel great pride and responsibility in becoming the first Korean civilian going to the Moon, and representing my country."

- choi_seung_hyun_tttop

AEGON II TARGARYEN & SUNFYRE in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Season 2, Episode 4, "The Red Dragon and the Gold"

Having some serious empires SMP brain rot so here’s some headcanons for Joel and Sausage’s son Hermes

One day Joel and Sausage went end-busting together. As they were collecting shulker shells, they noticed there was one shulker that would not open. Puzzled, they both hit it with a little bit of their magic, and out came a little baby boy.

Sausage made a poncho for Hermes, made from the finest fibers Sanctuary has to offer. It’s woven with a little bit of magic, to prevent stains and tearing, and to keep it soft and comfy.

Joel made Hermes a pair of winged golden sandals, which allowed him to fly. This was absolutely necessary, since he’s dropped the child on multiple occasions from extremely worrying heights. (He’s always managed to catch him, but they’ve had some CLOSE CALLS.)

Hermes is often sent off to deliver messages (duh) but sometimes it takes a while cuz he tends to get distracted. He’ll often deliver the message along with something he found, like a fist full of dandelions or a really cool lizard. These extra gifts are always appreciated.

Hermes can speak English, Spanish, and Greek, but he did not learn the Greek from Joel, since Joel can’t actually speak Greek. He learned it from the ‘peasants’ that live below the islands.

Sometimes the other emperors babysit Hermes. Not all of them are GREAT at it but they all do their best. “Uncle fWhip” is a particular favorite, since they always get up to shenanigans together.

He likes to make friendship bracelets. He made one for both of his dads in the colors of their respective empire, and he wears matching ones on each of his wrists.

Destiny 2 [Bungie] | Beyond Light

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Day 3 of Bursonatober: Ghostbur !! 💙🩵

Will be uploading Pogbur from Day 2 soon!

Me: Wanna see my fav character?

Friend: No

Me: OKAY!!!! This is him. This is him standing. This is him walking. This is him being THE BEST CHARACTER EVER!!

memories of wembley (24/?) ⌙ bouncy bunny

He’s doing his best

Kirishima Singing (Japanese) 

Majestic. Almost uncannily similar cadence to Kiryu singing karaoke in the Yakuza series. Pure manly passion. 10/10

Authors: this is a quiet boy who holds anger and sadness in his bones, because he believes he is no one’s favorite

me: *instantly stans*

His name is Esu! Sans and its his Gacha look

I Just Love Lee Songbaek/Return of the Mount Hua Sect!

It’s Amazing. I Couldn’t Help Myself And Drew More Of Lee Songbaek. Also Like, I Took His Hair Out Of That Little Bun And I Really Like the Medium Length Hair Look. He Just Looks Really Nice-

(Honestly, I didn’t realize how far off I was with his previous hairstyle, I just always drew him like that, and so I fixed it. He still looks amazing either way-)

Sympathy / Blues / Understanding

The lounge was dimly lit and heavily smoky and the blues band on the small stage in the back was deep into their third set of the night.

why fight the feeling when I can't fight back the tears...

I stare at the ceiling and wish that you were here...

I'm going crazy but I ain't crazy yet..

It's just the blues as blues can get...

The guitarist and pianist let the last notes dribble out together, spiralling towards the end like water circling the drain, and then the band paused for another round of drinks to be delivered.

Leaning out from the microphone, the guitarist called warmly down to the table of two that had been there for hours. "Miss? Any requests?"

Faye looked up from the tumbler of Scotch with bloodshot eyes.

"Got anything sadder?"

The band members exchanged sympathizing looks and Faye flashed them a watery smile.

Jet, morosely nursing a nearly empty glass, stared at the ice as if it held all the answers of the universe.

Faye sniffled and wiped the back of her hand across her nose, very ladylike. Ever the gentleman, Jet blinked back to the present in time to notice and rummaged through a pocket until he found a handkerchief with barely any grease on it to offer her.

"Didn't realize you'd take it this hard." He rumbled at her.

Glaring back at him, Faye noisily blew her nose into the cloth.

Jet raised both hands as if to ward off an attack. "Love, I caught you eating his food just a few weeks ago."

Sighing, Faye shook her head and then offered a shrug before saying defensively, "well, babe, you always enabled him to eat like a king."

Behind their table, the door to the tavern opened and a young woman swept into the lounge, spied the pair immediately, and flounced over to plop down between them. Her thick reddish hair was a riot in all directions, the kind of body to it that women from the 1980s would have given anything for, and her bright golden eyes dimmed as she took in the depression that had settled over the table.

"Bron-Y-Aur Stomp, please!" She called out to the band that was about to decide on the opener of their fourth set. The guitarist, seemingly relieved to have a slightly more cheerful audience to play for, gave her a nod.

"How can you... How are you... How?" Faye asked helplessly.

The young woman, Ed, shrugged. "He was safe and warm and happy." She smiled faintly, tears glistening in her eyes. "He was home. How could I be upset that he chose to leave us on such a note?"

"There are certainly worse ways to go. Besides, 17 years is quite a feat." Jet acknowledged gruffly.

Ed leaned over to rest her head on Jet's shoulder and reached out to take Faye's hand, linking the three of them together in grief and understanding.

"I'll love him forever. I'll miss him for always."

Faye's lower lip trembled. "He was such a good boy," she whispered.

Jet shook his head. "No. He was the best boy."