#beagle mum

[alberta-sunrise]

Sleepy 😴

[weevmo]

Just felt like doodling some senseless cute Mush starring my favorite pooch! And his Momma! I cannot wait to learn more about them -

[toyourliking]

on the bright side I saw a LOT of doggies

[p0orbaby]

For a Good Time, Call… (epilogue)

summary: the future

warnings: brief mention of some sexy times but that’s about it

a/n: something small to round off this little series

word count: 732

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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You wake up to the feeling of being watched.

A jarring prospect for anyone at seven in the morning, but it’s something you’ve gotten used to over the years.

When you first moved in together, Leah had a very strange habit of watching you sleep. The first time you caught her doing it you acted out of pure instinct and socked her square in the face.

In your defense, it was early and you were half asleep. What else were you supposed to do when you’ve got a blurry shape leaning over you at the ass crack of dawn? Let yourself be murdered? You think not.

Her reasoning, you soon found out, was actually very sweet. She explained that she often woke up before you, unable to believe that someone as wonderful as you could actually be lying beside her. So, she would watch you sleep, just to reassure herself that you were real and that this life you shared together was not just a dream.

You’ll keep what happened after that to yourself.

Ah fuck it, you railed her into the mattress and gave her a limp she couldn’t shake for three days.

Olé!

Then there is Gus. Asparagus, for long. The beagle the pair of you got in year two of cohabitation.

You read a study a while back that told you that dogs behavioural habits actually tend to mirror those of their owners. And Gus was no different.

He’s impatient, has a serious case of fomo, and has a penchant to stand over your unconscious body and stare at you until you wake up.

Thank you very much Leah for your service.

His actions are purely food-motivated though, a trait you can’t fault him for. Gone are the days of oversleeping, for if you miss breakfast, you’re sure to wake up to the accusing brown eyes of Sir. Asparagus, silently reminding you of your responsibilities.

So with Leah’s side of the bed empty, and the unexpected lack of a cold snout poking into your forehead, that leaves only one option left.

“What are you doing up so early, Stinker?”

“Mum’s in the kitchen” comes the casual reply from your five-year-old.

Now that is a cause for concern.

Your eyebrows furrow slightly as you process Hazel’s words. Leah in the kitchen at this hour? It’s a rare occurrence, and one that usually spells trouble.

“Your mother’s in the kitchen?” you repeat, a note of surprise coloring your tired voice.

Hazel nods, her expression serious. “Yep, she said something about making pancakes”

You share a troubled glance with your daughter, both of you silently acknowledging the potential disaster imminently looming in the kitchen.

“We better go check on her” you say, taking a deep breath and swinging your legs out of bed. “Wouldn’t want her to burn down the house, would we?”

-

Just as you expected, Leah is cooking unsupervised. Well, Gus is there, but he’s more akin to a hoover than any form of qualified sous chef.

You’ll let him off. He doesn’t have opposable thumbs.

“Good morning” you say through a yawn as you pass over the threshold, Hazel trudging in behind you, her bare feet slapping on the tile.

“Morning gorgeous” she says automatically, then stills before she swivels on the spot. “Wait, what are you doing out of bed?”

“A little birdy told me you needed reinforcements” you tell her as you kiss her on the cheek, precariously eyeing the spitting oil and batter from over her shoulder.

Leah’s eyes slide over to Hazel who has perched herself at the kitchen island. “What happened to letting your ma sleep, hazelnut?” She chides.

“I’m fine” you insist, flipping a pancake on your wife’s behalf. “We’re fine”

Leah arches an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she glances between you and Hazel. “You’re sure about that?” she asks, her tone unconvinced. “You know, you’re not supposed to be doing all the heavy lifting around here”

You chuckle, and turn the gas off now all pancakes are stacked on their respective plates. “I know, I know,” you reply, waving off her worries. “But I’ve got it under control. Besides, I’m actually looking forward to eating food that’s not cremated”

“Same”

Leah turns towards her daughter again, “hey you! What’s gotten into you this morning?”

“Hungry” she shrugs. And you can’t blame her, you’ve been ravenous for months.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Are my parents and I the assholes for insinuating that my aunt and uncle's dog should be put down?

I (21F) hate one of my aunt and uncle's current dogs. They rescue old racing dogs and have done for like 15 years now. Their first two dogs I loved. First one was a bitch in both senses of the word, but she was funny and well behaved when it was important. Second one was a true gentle giant and a lovely boy. The second pair they've adopted though are a nightmare.

Alice, the current bitch they have, has suffered some form of trauma in her past. There are three years missing from her medical history and she's got some scars, so we'll never know exactly what happened but something did. She's a very nervous dog. She can be a sweetie, and they were making progress with her until they got the new one. Alice, however, does what more dominant dogs around her do, which has become a problem.

Enter Blue. Blue is genuinely dangerous. Blue snaps with no previous warning and tries to kill things. My family all know about dogs, this isn't us misreading his body language, he is giving no warning then going for the throat. He's taken a particular dislike to mum (who is usually a bit of a dog whisperer) and has got her in the hand a few times. Blue also tries to kill any dog who doesn't share his breed. We were in a restaurant, sitting outside, Blue saw a Beagle and before any of us could do anything he'd pulled my uncle backwards off of his chair and dragged him towards this poor dog. My uncle is a big man, 6" and not thin, so you can imagine the strength it took for Blue to drag him like a doll (the Beagle and owner got away DW).

I've disliked Blue for a while, but what made me actually hate him was that, when my aunt and uncle came to see us just after our own elderly dog had passed, Blue walked into our sitting room and pissed on the carpet. He's house trained and has never done this before. I think he was doing it territorially because he could smell that our dog was dead. I've never wanted to kick an animal before, but I did then and had to excuse myself before I caused a scene.

Cut to yesterday. We were in the pub having a family meal. Blue is muzzled now in public after the last restaurant incident. There was a family sitting across the room from us with a very little girl, 3 or 4 years old I'd say. She was looking at Alice and trying to get her attention from across the room. As her mum got up to take her to the toilet, the girl pointed at our table and asked to see the dogs. Her mum asked us if it was okay. My aunt agreed. The little girl came over. Alice immediately hid under the table.

My aunt was like "ooh sorry, she's shy, why don't you say hello to Blue".

Blues head pops up. The mum sees he's wearing a muzzle and tries to pull her daughter away from him but the kid was too quick and went to pat him on the head. He was super chill with it, pressed into her palm like he wanted harder pets, then with no warning growl, no tensed up body language, nothing, just lunges for the kid.

Obviously she's terrified. The mum is terrified and pulls her away. My uncle grabs hold of Blue's leash and my aunt is ineffectually going "oh no blue bad boy" over and over. My parents jumped up to help the mum and the little girl. I grabbed Alice so she couldn't start copying Blue. We all got kicked out of the pub.

We were standing on the street outside when my parents and I started laying into my aunt about how irresponsible that was. She is like "he'll never become accustomed to humans if he's locked away". Dad shouted that he doesn't get to maul someone to learn that lesson. She scoffed and said he had the muzzle. I said it takes one piece of brittle plastic before he gets put down. My aunt told us all to fuck off and stormed off in the opposite direction. My uncle took Alice from me and followed her.

My aunt made a passive aggressive series of Facebook posts about how all dogs deserve care, and how everyone lashes out when exposed to trauma, then blocked mum (only Facebook user in our house).

I don't think we're the assholes, but I know I'm very biased, because I genuinely hate that dog and would be quite happy to hear it had moved on, whether that be to a different home or the afterlife, I'm not picky.

So awta?

What are these acronyms?

[gollancz]

Why I'm Not Allowed On Twitter Unsupervised Any More: A Photo Essay

Key Notes:

Since this was posted I discovered that the books had briefly been available in the UK under the name Peter Beagle rather than Peter S. Beagle in the mid-90s, which is why they didn't show up on the British Library search

The article by Tor.com @torbooks: Peter S. Beagle Has Finally Regained the Rights to His Body of Work

If you want our gorgeous limited edition, I believe there are still a handful left (except for the US and Canada, sorry lads), and you can get it here. I'm not kidding when I say I got a little teary-eyed when these showed up.

[Image Description: A tweet thread from the Gollancz twitter dated 20th July 2022, which goes as follows -

Tweet 1: You may have seen that we're printing a Brand New Edition of The Last Unicorn. We're very excited! I was asked to tweet about it. I wasn't asked to do it quite like this, but I also wasn't asked NOT to do it like this, and I have the twitter login so whose fault is that? (Thread emoji, and gif from the film Scream reading 'The Call is coming from inside the house!')

Tweet 2: Imagine, if you will, you are a small child in the UK during the late 80s/early 90s. You might look a bit like this, or you might have had parents who didn't choose suffering (ask my mum about The Saga of the Hat) (an image of a small girl approximately 3 years old wearing a blue dress and a big white hat)

Tweet 3: Imagine you have a cool older cousin, one who, as you get age, introduces you to fantasy films like Ladyhawk and The Princess Bride and has a post the whole family knows as 'the vampire and the naked lady'. She's extremely responsible for the way you turn out as an adult.

Tweet 4: One year, for your birthday, this cousin buys you a video. It's the first video that is yours, not to share. It has a bright yellow cover. The butterfly scares you. But you watch it on a loop. You don't realise how special it is, but it's a seed that burrows into your brain. (An image of a VHS of The Last Unicorn)

Tweet 5: A decade or so later, in your teens, you rediscover it. None of your friends have heard of it, despite also being fantasy-inclined. That's odd, you think. Is this an outlandishly weird title? Then you get older and you realise: no, it isn't. (Principal Skinner meme reading 'Am I out of touch? No, it's the people who don't know about The Last Unicorn who are wrong')

Tweet 6: Time and tech march on, you get a DVD of the film. You realise it's got Christopher Lee in it! And Angela Lansbury! Your mum tries to get you to listen to songs by America other than the soundtrack, but the only one that really sticks is the other one they did about a horse. (Gif of Walter White from Breaking Bad singing along to Horse With No Name)

Tweet 7: You realise that the film is based on a book. Like The Princess Bride, which you've also read (after spending longer than you're proud of trying to find an unabridged edition). 'Neat,' you think, 'I'll have to read that!'

Tweet 8: And then you can't find it. Because, as mentioned previously, you're in the UK. The Last Unicorn was published for the first time in 1968. But, if you look at the British Library's National Bibliography (super neat resource btw), that was, uh, about it. (screenshot of the search results from the National Bibliography showing four editions of The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle, one from Gollancz in 2022, one from IDW in 2019, one from Tachyon Publications in 2018, and one from Bodley Head in 1968)

Tweet 9: The Tachyon edition is the unfinished first draft of the story. The IDW edition is a gorgeous graphic novel. But in terms of the novel? I don't know how many reprints it had (if anyone knows, I'd love to find out), but there's a good chance it went out of print in the 70s.

Tweet 10: The film, however, was released in 1982. Although it didn't make it to the UK until 1986. Conservative estimates could put that between 10 and 15 years since the book was last available in the UK. This gives you a generation in the UK who only know the story through the film! (A screenshot of the IMDB page showing the different release dates for The Last Unicorn around the world)

Tweet 11: The screenplay was written by Peter S. Beagle, and made by the legendary animation directors Arthur Rankin Jr. and Jules Bass. That's right, the guys behind Thundercats and 2 out of the 3 films based on The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings.

Tweet 12: The Book has been in print in the USA (and possibly all of North America) constantly since its publication, so it seems baffling that people in the UK haven't heard of it. As the internet became more prominent, however, it became easier to just... import a copy of the book.

Tweet 13: But! This also isn't quite as simple as you think. You see, until last year the rights to The Last Unicorn were tied up in legal limbo. And the US edition of the book contained changes that Peter wasn't happy with. (Link to the Tor.com article about the rights)

Tweet 14: Back to you, the 80s/90s kid, who is now an adult, happy that unicorns are A Thing again and you're living your best life. You're very easy to buy presents for. Your partner despairs of unicorns. You get a job working in books about magic and space. (unicorn emoji and photograph of a collection of unicorn memorabilia, including three different versions of The Last Unicorn)

Tweet 15: You mention that one day you would like to publish The Last Unicorn. That if you did, you would like to do a really beautiful edition of it. And you would like it to be purple. Because since the film is what you know, you associate it with purple.

Tweet 16: And, after taking a very circuitous route, here we are! This is the original text, that was first published in 1968. Reading it after you have only seen the film is the strangest experience - like being introduced to a very dear friend that you have never met before.

Tweet 17: Peter's screenplay kept the voice of the story so well, you can hear the characters when you read the book. But now there's so much more depth, softness and warmth to it. The butterfly doesn't seem so scary any more. And, it's beautiful. And it's purple. (Image of a hardback edition of The Last Unicorn, with a black base, purple background, and a linocut image of the unicorn in her wood. On the black cover underneath is a foiled unicorn with the moon and butterfly, the page edges are sprayed purple, and the endpapers are black with silver butterflies)

Tweet 18: Anyway, I've taken you on a three day trip that could have been done in a single tweet, but that's what happens when you let me drive. This edition is the limited exclusive one only available through the Gollancz Emporium and you can preorder here: (link to Gollancz Emporium)

Tweet 19: But there is also a standard edition available through all booksellers! You'll be getting the author's preferred text, with an introduction from Patrick Rothfuss. There's also a brand new audiobook and it will be available in eBook for the first time ever.

Tweet 20: It's like going from famine to feast, and I wasn't able to talk about this for months so now I am able to talk about it, I'm going to make the social media team cry. UNICORNS. SPECIAL EDITION. PURPLE. The End.

Tweet 21: Additional behind the scenes bonus detail - I did take this cover to the art meaning while wearing a unicorn onesie.

Tweet 22: The comms team wrestling me away from the twitter account: (gif of Ross from Friends shouting 'Stop typing! Stop typing!')

End ID]

[poppletonink]

Best Quotes From 'Red, White and Royal Blue'

"David," Alex says. "He's a beagle. I remember because, like, who does that? Who names a dog David? He sounds like a tax attorney. Like a dog tax attorney."

"Christ, you're as thick as it gets," he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him.

“I don’t give a damn what Joanne has to say, Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long, and I won’t hear a word against it.” (I know this one isn't technically in the latest version of the book, but it was there when I first read it and I miss it.)

"First you've been, like, Draco Malfoy-level obsessed with Henry for years"

"The next slide is titled: EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?"

"Sometimes you just jump and hope it's not a cliff."

"Your hair in the mornings is truly a wonder to behold," is how he breaks the silence.

"I needed a run," he says. "To clear my head a bit, figure out... what's next. Very Mr. Darcy brooding at Pemberley."

Alex sighs. "I don't think I told you, but she, uh. Well, when she fired me, she told me that if I wasn't a thousand percent sure about you, I needed to break things off." Henry nuzzles his nose behind Alex's ear, "A thousand percent?" "Yeah, don't let it go to your head."

"I'm taking a picture of a national gay landmark," Alex tells him. "And also a statue."

"At cruising altitude, he takes the chain off his neck and slides the ring on next to the old house key. They clink together gently as he ticks them both under his shirt, two homes side by side."

"So," she says. "Do you feel forever about him?" And there's no room left to agonize over it, nothing left to do but say the thing he's known all along. "Yeah," he says, "I do."

"He hates himself, but he doesn't regret anything, and maybe that makes him a bad person and a worse politician, but he doesn't regret Henry."

"Wait. Zahra. Oh my God. I just realized. You're... my friend." "No, I'm not." "Zahra, you're my mean friend." "Am not."

"But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose."

"I've been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Phillip."

"It's a mural of himself and Henry, facing each other, haloed by a bright yellow sun, depicted as Han and Leia. Henry in all white, starlight in his hair. Alex dressed as a scruffy smuggler, a blaster at his hip. A royal and a rebel, arms around each other. He snaps a photo on his phone, and fingers shaking, types out a tweet: Never tell me the odds."

"When the car door opens, it's June, standing there in a bright yellow T-shirt that says: HISTORY, HUH? "You like it?" she says. "There's a guy selling them down the block. I got his card. Gonna put it in my next column for Vogue."

“So, what?” he asks. “You want me to quit politics and go become a princess? That’s not very feminist of you.” “That’s not how feminism works,” she says, rolling her eyes.

"I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us."

"History, huh? Bet we could make some."

[slimey-wallz]

Please, can you do Ms.B Beagle nugget ? (She's Barnaby's mum)

Yes 🥺🤍💛♥️

[firstprince-ao3feed]

my letters set me free (or at least theyre supposed to)

by emmynotoscar Henry Fox has moved to America to finish his last year of high school, with his little sister Beatrice and his Mum. He’s estranged from his best friend Percy, and his other best friend June Claremont-Diaz has just moved to Scotland for a semester abroad. Following the death of his father, Henry has truly never felt more alone. Until an odd meeting in front of a koi fish pond; he meets Alex, the boy with the perfect smile and eyelashes. He’s perfect; after a seemingly brief kiss, they begin emailing, falling for each other. He’s everything Henry wants but can’t have. Because he’s Alex Claremont-Diaz, as in, his best friend June’s little brother. Henry quickly seals his love for Alex in a letter, along with the three others in the vintage Earl Grey tin hidden in his closet. He’s fine; he can forget Alex. Until—the day all of his private love letters are mailed out. Can Henry’s love life get any more complicated? Words: 5592, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Original Characters, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Inspired by To All The Boys I've Loved Before, Alternate Universe - To All the Boys I've Loved Before Fusion, Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, Love Letters, References to Depression, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Emails, Canonical Character Death, Loverboy Alex Claremont-Diaz, Mutual Pining, Henry is stubborn, Grief/Mourning, Coming Out, Implied/Referenced Homophobia via https://ift.tt/KNOT6VC

[thatravenpuffgirl]

Susan Bones

Canon:

She was born around 1980

She's a Half-Blood. This means that either her father was a Pureblood (since her last name comes from his side) and her mother was a Half-Blood, or her mother was a pureblood and her father a half-blood, or both of them were half-bloods already.

Her wizarding family were rather powerful and respected during the First Wizarding War, but because of this most of her family were murdered by Death Eaters in the aftermath.

We don't know if her parents were murdered during this time, but the only relevant family of the Bones that is canon is Amelia Bones, Susan's aunt, but she was killed in July 1996

She was a Hufflepuff, in the same year as the golden trio.

She seemed to be friends with Seamus Finnigan and Hermione Granger, as Hermione and Susan were paired together for Herbology and DADA in their second year and both had a crush on Professor Lockhart during that time, although it's unknown if they were friends after that. She's also seen talking with Seamus during classes and DA meetings.

We do know she was good friends with the Hufflepufss in her year, Hannah Abbott, Ernie Macmillan, and Justin Flinch-Fletchley, all of who were also members of the DA. It's unknown if she was friends with Zacharias Smith, another Hufflepuff in her year, even though he did attend DA meetings.

In her sixth year, she splinched herself while attending Aparating classes, losing one of her legs, although it was later reattached.

She was a member of the DA Army, but it isn't known if she was present during the Battle of Hogwarts, although it is most likely since she did attend Hogwarts for her seventh year at that time.

It is also not confirmed in canon whether she survived the second wizarding war, although it is most likely since her name wasn't listed among the deceased.

We also don't know what she did in the aftermath of the war

My Headcanons and Fancast for her (some of these are info about the bones family as well):

Eleanor Columbus as young Susan Bones:

Alice Englert as older Susan Bones:

She was born on October 22nd, 1979

Her Patronus is a Beagle

Her wand is made from Willow wood with a Unicorn core, 10 inches long, and swishy.

Her star sign is Libra

She's a half-blood

Her parents were Oscar Bones (Half-blood) and Eleanor Bones (Pure-blood).

Her grandparents were Alfred (Pure-blood) and Dorthory (Muggle-born), and the parents of Oscar, Amelia and Edgar Bones. Edgar was the oldest, Amelia was the middle child, and Oscar was the youngest.

Her grandparents were nicknamed Alfie and Dottie

Since she was raised by muggles, Susan's grandmother grew up reading muggle literature, which she absolutely adored. She was the one to come up with the names for her two sons, who were named after Edgar Poe and Oscar Wilde, both muggle English poets

Her uncle, Edgar, had three kids with his wife, Edith (Pure-blood) Chester Bones (eldest) and two daughters, Theodora and Mabel, who all died in the war in 1981, shortly before Voldemort was finally defeated.

Edgar and Edith were both around 33 when they died, their son Chester was around 12, and Theodora and Mabel were around 10 and 8 respectively.

Her parents were murdered by Voldemort shortly after her 1st birthday in 1980, a year before the war ended. They were both around 24 years old.

Her aunt, Amelia Bones, one of the few surviving members of the Bones family, took Susan in just after Susan's parents' death and raised her as her own, she was about 28 at the time.

Susan would call Amelia aunty mum.

Although Amelia was quite busy with her Ministry work, she did try to spend as much time with Susan as possible.

Susan had lived in Godric's Hollow with her parents, along with her uncle Edgar, Aunt Edith and her cousins, although once Amelia became her guardian, she moved to Wimbourne. Her uncle and aunty stayed, as Edgar was working alongside the Order of the Phoenix and James and Lily Potter, fellow members, lived there as well, albeit secretly, and Edgar thought he should look out for the Potters.

The Abbot family also lived in Godric's Hollow and were close with the Bones family. They stayed at Godric's Hollow until Edgar and Edith Bones' deaths, and then they moved to Wimbourne to be with Amelia and Susan Bones.

Hannah Abbott and Susan would grow up together, and their two families would make the trip to King's Cross Station to see the girls leave for each of their years at Hogwarts.

Susan and Hannah were both obviously sorted into Hufflepuff.

Susan wasn't one to actually play quidditch, but she rooted for the Wimbourne Wasps.

She loved Herbology and the History of Magic, and eventually the extra-curricular subjects, Muggle Art and Wizarding Art.

You'd just constantly find her in the greenhouses working on her plants or sketching, drawing and painting. or pouring over history books from the library.

Susan and Hannah would become good friends with Ernie Macmillian and Justin Finch-Fletchley.

They were basically known as the Hufflepuff Four.

She developed a crush on Ernie in her second year

She was good friends with a few Gryffindors in her year, like Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

Dean was quite talented in art, although he didn't tell many people, and Susan was one of the few he'd show his artwork to.

Hermione and Susan would meet officially on the Hogwarts Express at the start of the second year, and the two loved discussing the book, History of Magic, both of them having read it thoroughly.

They were also paired in Herbology, DADA, and History of Magic, and you'd often see them giggling together.

Susan was the one to make Hermione open up very easily early on, which she wouldn't do around even her other close friends, Ron and Harry, until much later.

Susan was upset when Hermione was petrified during the second year, along with Justin.

She'd visit the Hospital Wing constantly, and took notes for classes for both Hermione and Justin.

Although they weren't necessarily close, Susan was an acquaintance of Harry through Hermione and was one of the few who didn't think that he was behind the attacks in the second year, and would tell Hannah and Ernie off when they were convinced he was.

And Susan was friends with Seamus through Dean and would confide in him about things, especially since his mother was also working at the ministry. Although, they'd get into a disagreement when Seamus didn't believe the trio about Voldemort.

During the third year, she'd pick Wizard and Muggle art, Muggle Studies and Music as her extra-curricular classes.

Hermione and she were in the same Muggle studies class, and they'd often study together, and discuss recommendations for muggle books and music.

She loved music class as well and played the harp.

Susan would be concerned for Hermione because she was aware Hermione was using the time-turner to take so many classes. Although, she did enjoy the story of Hermione punching Malfoy, and thought it was a good thing Hermione was letting loose.

Before the beginning of the fourth year, Susan's Auntie would get free tickets to the Quidditch World Cup because of her position in the ministry, and Susan would go along with Ernie, Justin and Hannah. She'd also run into a few of other her friends there, including Hermione, Seamus and Dean.

Although she was excited when Cedric was picked as Hogwarts Champion and thought that Harry should not have been allowed to enter the tournament, she didn't believe that Harry put his name in the goblet of fire. She supported both Harry & Cedric, and refused to participate in picking sides, unlike Ernie and Hannah. Justin was the same, as he learnt his lesson from 2nd year, realising that he shouldn't have judged without all the facts.

Susan stood by Hermione and didn't believe the rumours Rita Skeeter was making up about her. Susan was the only one who knew that Fred Weasley was Hermione's first kiss and not Victor Krum and that Hermione only viewed Krum as a friend.

Susan went to the Yule Ball with Zacharias Smith, mostly as friends though.

She was over the moon when she found out that Hermione and Fred were dating

Susan was saddened by Cedric's death. Although she was afraid, she did believe that Voldemort was back.

In her fifth year, she was upset when Ernie (who she still had a crush on) started dating Leanne, a Hufflepuff and friend of Katie Bell after they both joined the Hufflepuff Quidditch team to honour Cedric (who they had admired greatly) as a keeper and chaser respectively.

However, she started dating Zacharias Smith that same year. Zacharias was a Chaser on the Hufflepuff Team as well.

And Susan would read up on quidditch to support both her boyfriend and friend

Justin and she were also definitely the conspirators behind getting Neville Longbottom and Hannah together when they started noticing the two hanging out together a lot more.

Suan had previously been friends with Neville for a while, as they had been paired together for Herbology the year prior, but thought Hannah would be a good match for him.

She'd also joined Dumbledore's Army that year, and enjoyed the lessons., Susan was the one to convince her 4 Hufflepuff friends (Ernie, Zacharias, Hannah and Justin) to join.

However, this caused issues between Zacharias and her, the former being continuously sceptical of harry, Hermione and ron, and the return of Voldemort, whereas Susan believed it was true, and didn't like the comments her boyfriend would make towards her friends. After about 6 months of dating, the pair would split.

Note: Part 2 coming soon!

[alberta-sunrise]

Bath time

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Bayley sports a large black snout, a mostly white-coated body and black ears, making it a real-life lookalike for Snoopy. 📷: BAYLEY.SHEEPADOODLE / INSTAGRAM

Amanda Lee, 14 April 2023

“Snoopy is that u?” one netizen posted.

Meet Bayley, a female black-and-white Mini Sheepadoodle, that has captured hearts on the Internet in recent weeks, thanks to its resemblance to the pooch from the iconic Peanuts comic strip.

The two-year-old dog, which lives in the United States, sports a large black snout, a mostly white-coated body and a pair of black ears, making it an adorable lookalike for Snoopy.

Bayley has its own Instagram account and, on Tuesday, its owners celebrated National Pet Day by sharing a video of the dog giving a high five, with the caption reading:

“Happy National Pet Day. Mum says I am the cutest pet she has ever seen, but to be fair, I am her first and the only furbaby.”

The dog has over 204,000 Instagram followers so far.

Although Snoopy is a beagle and Bayley is an old English sheepdog and miniature poodle mix, Bayley’s appearance has been spotted by netizens with one person saying: “I know he’s not a beagle but I immediately thought of Snoopy.”

Bayley was featured on the Doodle Dogs Club Instagram account earlier this week.

In the post, the club said:

“Meet @Bayley.Sheepadoodle, the spitting image of Snoopy! With those big ears and that button nose, Bayley is the perfect real-life version of our favourite cartoon dog.”

The post has over 1.3 million likes so far.

Miniature Sheepadoodles have an average height of 50cm and can weigh up to 20kg, according to American dog adoption agency Premier Pups.

Snoopy is the pet dog of Charlie Brown in the Peanuts comic strip, which debuted in 1950 and has spawned TV specials and films.

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WIP Wednesday

Shout out to @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag. I present to you another peek of Paris (which is now looking more like three parts rather than two because of course it is, my muse is fucking ridiculous, I swear to diety. ENJOY!)

When they crossed the bridge onto the Ile de la Cité, they made a beeline for Notre Dame. While June and Nora filmed a saucy TikTok lipsyncing to ‘Worship at Your Altar,’ Henry pulled a small collapsable chair from his backpack and picked David up. Alex smiled as the beagle settled against his human’s chest and licked his face. Henry told him that loud, crowded spaces often triggered his anxiety but not to hover and let David do his thing. It was interesting to see the change in the dog when they were out in public. Once his harness was on, he was so intune with Henry. Alex struggled at first with the not hovering when they went walking around New York. But as he stood by, he noticed the tension drain from Henry’s shoulders and face after some comforting from David.

That day, David wore his bright blue harness with large patches that said Therapy Dog and Do Not Touch and an adorable rainbow handkerchief around his neck. Henry had a backpack in a matching blue color that Alex affectionately called his “doggie diaper bag.” During their time in New York, Henry went over the contents of the bag in case he needed Alex to pull something out for him. David’s supplies included a linen mat for David to rest on, spare puppy pads, food and water with collapsable bowls, treats to reinforce good behavior, and poop bags. In a smaller kit in the bag’s front pouch were the Henry supplies: his in-case-of-emergency meds, hand sanitizer, wet wipes, a few different fidget toys, and two pairs of rechargeable ear buds.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to worry you,” Henry explained in his living room, his hands fiddling with a rainbow Tangle toy. “I don’t go to pieces at the drop of a hat or anything, it’s just-”

“Baby.” Alex placed a hand on Henry’s knee and rubbed it. When Henry finally looked at him, he said, “You’re my boyfriend. If this is what you need, you don’t have to apologize for it.”

The look of sheer relief in Henry’s eyes told Alex all he needed to know about his past partners. It made him want to track down Brandon and kick him square in the balls. Alex understood what it was like, that need to overexplain his ADHD to someone new. That he wasn’t being intentionally neglectful when he forgot a dinner or a meeting because he forgot to set a reminder on his phone. That he didn’t mean to dominate a conversation because he just had to tell that person about his newest hyperfixation. That they had to meet somewhere neutral because he hadn’t clean his apartment in almost two weeks and it was a disaster that he couldn’t bring himself to clean yet. The people who understood Alex and the chaos whirling around inside his brain at any given moment were the ones he knew were worth keeping around. Everyone else fell by the wayside.

After a few minutes, David climbed down and settled onto the mat Alex had already laid out for him, along with his food and water bowls. Wordlessly, Alex handed Henry a wet wipe, which he used to clean his face. Offering a granola bar and a fresh bottle of water, Alex asked, “All good?”

Henry nodded and took a sip of water before tucking it between his knees. He then pulled an amethyst worrystone from his pocket and bit into the granola bar, saying, “I’m so excited for this tour. Growing up, my mum had so many books on the French Revolution and the French monarchy. All my father had to do to goad her on was say the words “let them eat cake” and watch her face turn purple with indignation.”

Alex smiled at the casual mention of his parents. After their talk, Henry was more willing to drop little details about them. He promised to take Alex stargazing at Bea’s cottage. The way he talked about how clear the sky was out there reminded Alex of nights out at Lake LBJ. Henry told him about Arthur’s passion for constellations and all the stories behind them. Getting glimpses into the people who made this wonderful person, even secondhand, made Alex feel so disappointed that he would never get to meet and thank them for their son.

A/N- Shoutout to my sweet baby angel Alex being the best and most supportive partner! I love them so much, yall.

Open tag because I think most of the people I usually tag have already been tagged and of course I'm late posting this. Haha until next time!

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Background Paintings

Gouache

I started making Gouache paintings from the small thumbnail story board sketches to figure out composition/ colours in more detail and depth.

To gather inspiration for this I watched The Last Unicorn, which is a 1982 animated film by Arthur Rankin Jr. and Jules Bass based on the 1968 novel by Peter S. Beagle, and which is also very dear to my heart. My mum was the first one to show me this movie as she watched it when she was a kid also.

This movie means a lot to me because of its allegoric themes of humanity, death and also maturity.

I did some drawings with coloured pencil while I watched the movie and wrote down some quotes that I really liked.

Writing and listening to the dialogue, made the think about the symbolism of unicorns in media and mythology. Amalthea’s transformation into a human in the movie was very symbolic to me of growing into a woman or loss of innocence. In medieval Folklore only a virgin can tame a unicorn and the unicorn is a symbol for innocence, which is an important theme in this project specifically so I decided to make a unicorn shadowed in clouds/ magic, blending into the start sky as the background.

Some more direct scenes from the movie which inspired the drawing (time mark 4:26)

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Can we talk about the fact that Ms.B Beagle, aka Barnaby's mum, is the most forgoten character in WH AUs

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[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again. (for henry from alex.) | @magikborn

it's   only   when   hands   are   on   his   face   that   henry   realizes   that   he's   stopped   moving.   it's   a   wonder   there's   not   a   path   in   the   floor   now,   from   his   back   and   forth   (   for   what   had   felt   like   hours   but   likely   had   only   been   several   minutes   );   or   that   he   hadn't   tripped   over   david   in   his   pacing   as   the   beagle   was   right   there   with   him   -   but   he's   not   moving   now   and   there   are   hands   on   his   face   and   oh   ...   alex.

his   chest   tightens   and   his   vision   clears.   henry   tells   himself   to   focus   on   alex.         ❛❛   she   wants   me   to   come   back.   ❜❜         the   admission   isn't   loud,   as   though   just   anyone   could   hear.   he   hasn't   been   back   to   england   in   ...   well   it's   been   months   now.   the   space   has   been   good   for   him.   he   would   have   gone   for   bea   or   pez,   even   his   mum   but   they   all   understood   his   need   to   be   away   -   there   had   been   visits   in   the   states,   those   were   better.            ❛❛   a   united   front,   she   says.   for   the   holidays   and   all.   ❜❜         the   thought   makes �� henry   laugh   before   takes   a   shuddering   breath   and   leans   forward,   his   head   dropping   down   onto   alex's   shoulder   as   he   tries   to   calm   his   rapidly   beating   heart.         ❛❛   it's   ridiculous   to   be   so   ...   worked   up.   ❜❜