#auggie dog

[figmentrinzler]

My little one, August, is 11 today.

But I barely even get to see her on her big day due to after-hours obligations at work…

Can everyone wish her a happy birthday?

Thanks

[puppyeared]

ouppys and kibbys

[caleohateclub]

me to my dog: do you think we're friends in every universe *in an au* bear to auggie: bark *in an au*

mrs o leary to nico: bark (louder) *in an au* the t rex skeleton to larry: raawr *in an au* indominus rex to owen: chomp rawr *in an au*

the cupcake to mike: screetfcch

[rorytunes]

Older lore being dug up but I fear I might like powder boy again. Not too seriously because I definitely don't have a chance with him and also he's a loser (though I may be more of one). Then again it might be because I don't really talk to anyone else and he just responds to the dumb videos I send him... I think I actually need to start putting myself out there or something

[mrssarablack]

[getawayglitch]

you know what i DO hope it's shitty at the black dog. i've never been there but i hope it SUCKS!

[javierpena-inatacvest]

I did a big ole deep clean this morning and got out the fall decorations, lit this DELICIOUS candle and I’m about to go sit on the couch and click clack away at Chapter 13 without any Sunday Scaries bc I don’t have school tomorrow life is GOOD 😩🤌🏼

[auggiethedoggy]

[stonedopossums]

peregrine and some of his friends :)

[figmentrinzler]

The things I do for my dog

[puppyeared]

gregnant

anton belongs to @poicyss

[tommybowefuneralattendee]

me vs the nintendogs fic where they both have animalian traits (dogboy chosen/catboy augustus) that wants to eat my frontal lobe

[bearlee-giggling]

bluey lovers in the tk community make some noise please

[theemporium]

pls pls pls on my hands and knees begging for a blurb with max and trouble and her little brother, maybe helping max prepare for a race

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thank you for requesting! based of a comment left by @thewritingofspencerrose on another post!🫶🏽

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“C’mon! We are gonna be late!”

“Auggie—”

“We are gonna miss him!”

It was quite a sight to see for the random goers in the paddock: a young boy—no older than six or seven—tugging on the arm of a grown woman as he dragged her through the bustling crowd and chaos that was the paddock just before a race. 

You didn’t remember when it became a ritual, it was just something that became expected over time. From fleeting curiosity and the hopes of bonding with the young boy to genuinely making it a part of his pre-race routine, almost everyone in the paddock knew that the young boy was Max Verstappen’s very own good charm and personal assistant. 

The whole Red Bull garage knew not to touch any of his gear, to simply leave it to the young boy and the Dutchman. Everyone knew the ritual, and everyone also knew how seriously both Max and Auggie took it.

Because if the insistent little boy tugging your arm out of its socket wasn’t enough, then the driver blowing up your phone asking where you both were was the cherry on top. 

“We aren’t going to miss him,” you reassured the young boy, giving a few people a sheepish smile as you barged past them with little to no warming. “He won’t get in the car without you.”

“Then he will be late and they won’t let him race!”

“Auggie,” you shook your head, though you couldn’t help but smile at the genuine concern the boy had for your boyfriend. 

“Come on! Come on!” 

The sound of whirling wheel guns and revving engines became louder and louder until you finally pushed into the Red Bull garage, mechanics and engineers and strategists running around like madmen minutes before the race was due to begin. And standing in the centre of the mess stood Max, looking impatient and angsty and—if you could even dare say—nervous. 

“Max!” 

His head whirled around, his face instantly lighting up at the little boy running towards him. “Little Lion!” 

The driver kneeled down, swooping Auggie into his arms in a tight embrace before placing him down onto the table where his gloves, balaclava and helmet lay. And then, before anyone could even say anything, they both got to work.

You watched with a soft smile as Auggie worked through it all, placing a kiss on each item before he handed it to Max, who took it with a grin of his own. And then, once he was suited up and practically ready to go, you watched both boys fist bump with both hands before Auggie leaned over and swiped his visor down. 

Max then turned to you and, despite not being able to see his face, you could almost see the puppy dog eyes behind the visor before you leaned over to press a kiss to the helmet as well before jokingly patting his ass. 

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” you said with a smile, only to let out a small wince when you felt someone pinching your side.

“He’s a lion, not a tiger!”

You could hear Max’s muffled laugh as he leaned over to ruffle Auggie’s hair whilst you rolled your eyes in response, muttering something about both boys teaming up against you before Max was eventually dragged away to his car before the race began.

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[champagneprobllems]

She almost winces, bringing her drink to her lips to hide it. Her gaze slides to the window, to Kuutti basking in the sun outside. Even with their distance, she could barely feel the tug between them; it had never been the same since… since. “It’s awful, isn’t it?” she muses, almost unaware of speaking aloud. “Not the being dead, that was almost… that was peaceful. But the dying?” She takes a large swig of her drink. “That sucked.”

open to mutuals

" actually, i was dead at the time. "