#Japi

[leftbelieverdinosaur]

Yo cuando dicen que tienen un pavel

[thedevilsrain]

the other day i was thinking about how the top of japi's head felt. it's funny, but it's sad - because japi was so aggressive/scared (we have the word "arisco" here, meaning both of those, but i don't know if it has a translation), that the top of his head was really the only place he would allow us to touch. and sometimes, he would look at you a certain way, and you'd know it was time to stop

he was a border coIIie mix, a fancy way of saying he's a mutt (lol). so his body was a little fluffy, though not too much, and the top of his head was a little more shallow (words??) coat. i can't remember if it was a dream or it was a dog i pet, but i remembered how the top of his head had this specific feeling on my hand, and like most things that make me remember japi, i almost started crying thinking about it

again it's funny, but it's sad. i don't know if i ever got to properly process him being taken away — i just remember feeling anger, anger, anger, sadness, sadness, and everyone immediately telling me i should forget it (him) because it would be better for him. but clearly i have not, and clearly i will not. i still feel very emotional when i see border coIIies. especially if they're in their natural habitat — a field, which was something japi obviously loved, and a place where he is now, instead of our cramped house. i know he's doing better. i miss him, and i kinda hope he misses me too

last month marked the 7 year anniversary since he got home, and on march the 1 year anniversary since he left

[onedigital]

JAPI entrega 1,600 kilos de alimento para mascotas a través de su iniciativa “JAPI Days”

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[hojeandolibros]

Jalisco Paseo Interactivo (JAPI) despierta gran interés en su apertura

La inauguración de Jalisco Paseo Interactivo (JAPI) el pasado domingo 16 de junio ha superado todas las expectativas, agotando las entradas gratuitas disponibles en línea debido a la gran demanda del público por explorar la riqueza natural y cultural del estado de una manera interactiva y entretenida. A pesar de que las entradas en línea se han agotado, los interesados aún tienen la oportunidad…

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Megastar 🤝 BillFord 🤝 Japis

My holy Trinity of childhood toxic ships

[ghostwise]

4 An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose. ohoho Yes Please

The full moons shine on Ferelden as they do on Antiva, keeping their eternal watch. Two owls call back and forth through the branches, their voices beckoning memories of old superstition in Zevran’s mind. It makes him think of home, but lately home has competition. Hamal grins down at him from the branches above, laden in silver glow.

“Scared yet?” he asks.

Zevran had boasted earlier, recounting tales of climbing Chantry towers and palace rooftops, boldly ascending across their cobbled exteriors, high enough to touch clouds. Hamal had countered these with a simple dare: to climb to the top of one of the centuries-old spruce trees in the area, if he could brave it.

Fortunately he’d offered to go first.

Bravery doesn’t even come into the picture. Zevran finds it quite easy to follow him.

“Not even a little,” he replies with a smile, and he pulls himself higher. His arms are burning. But it’s soothed when Hamal smiles appreciatively at him.

The Warden returns to his climb, seeking footholds among the evergreen. He makes it look easy. He’s grown up on such tree climbing, giving Ashalle her share of panic over the years.

And Zevran likes seeing him like this: singularly focused, relaxed, and having fun. With Orzammar less than a day's journey away, Hamal rarely gets to enjoy himself lately. It’s so captivating—he’s so captivating—Zevran barely notices when they’ve reached the half-point, already over the treeline.

He only notices when they reach a difficult point in the climb, where the next branch is just a bit out of reach for him, and the trunk has grown narrower, giving less room to maneuver. The ground, for a moment, tilts, but this he is used to; he pushes past it, calming his breathing.

His fingers grasp the coarse texture of the bark, missing the mark again, and he lets out a little puff of air, frustrated—

Hamal leans down to help him up at the exact moment he drives forward, and they collide in a graceless press of faces. The soft touch of Hamal mouth drags across Zevran’s lower lip and jaw. Clumsy. At this height, it frightens him.

They are both agile enough that falling is a distant risk. But what if.

Hamal startles first. He trembles violently upon the branch above. He is hanging on by his legs, one hand braced against another part of the tree, and he grabs Zevran by his leather cuirass to secure him.

By the Maker, he is strong enough to just carry him up the tree himself. Zevran laughs at this thought, the brief jolt of adrenaline giving way to euphoria.

“Careful!” Hamal hisses.

“I’m fine!” Zevran says. “Ah, but how thrilling this is. Just air and branches between us and certain death!”

Giggling now in dizzy mirth, looks up at Hamal. “Did I worry you, my Warden?”

Hamal stares at him, silent for a moment. He grips the branches in his right hand, squeezing, then leans down, pressing a measured kiss against his lips.

It is the most delicate thing Zevran has ever received. A kiss balanced on moonlight and spruce.

It lasts a mere moment, but it feels like longer. A soft, brassy whistle hoots out from the forest, soon answered by its pair. When Hamal pulls back, Zevran sighs and leans his face against the tree trunk.

“Shall we go back down now?” Hamal asks him.

Zevran nods. “I am ready if you are.”

[lilaclapis]

You're in her DMs, I was trapped at the bottom of the ocean in a fusion with her for months while we both wrestled for control. We are not the same

[dabid-motozalea]

En Australia ya es 2025 y dicen que sigue siendo una mierda

[alexandriaellisart]

i don't think so.

[croutoneater69]

I do not care if the ship between the two rocks is more toxic than the shit between the triangle and the autistic man they are not real

[chaifootsteps]

I never understood how Steven universe fans could ship lapis and Jasper

Like, Jasper was repeatedly, horrible, and abusive to lapis (and it was supposed to represent abusive relationships)

And let’s not forget, I highly doubt the trauma of being forcibly trapped down at the bottom of the ocean by lapis is ever going to leave jaspers mind

(Also I got to say lapis was one of the characters at the end of the show. I had a really hard time enjoying her as much as I did in the beginning)

I actually like that one for the same reason I like Billford and used to like Val/Angel...it's supposed to be toxic. They were mutually terrible to one other and their horrible relationship was interesting. It's fun to explore every angle; the trauma bonding, the highs, the lows, the incredibly complicated mixed up feelings. What they could have had in a different life.

[thedevilsrain]

I really miss him

[alifanii]

[postcard-from-the-past]

Marguerite Jeanne "Meg" Japy Steinheil, Baroness Abinger at the court

French vintage postcard

[xsnowmoonwolfyx-0920]

LOL p4 ballet dress... jasper.. u little peri and lapis WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING？！！！(From a friend draw

[mxwhore]

I got a free icecream :)