#bunny hutch party

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Our most recent project: My Chemical Rabbits! Made for the Bunny Hutch party at Dragon Con 2024

Frank: @slythgeek

Gerard: me

Photographer (photos 1 and 2): GC Barger

Pepe: Patrick B.

Helena: Jordan B.

Please tag the Killjoys if you know them!

[runawaymarbles]

Hi I am here Asking About Your Parents' Bunnies as requested

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(For those who didn't see it: i reblogged a poll that asked people whether they got their pets from breeders, pet stores, shelters or somewhere else.)

The Story Of My Parents' Bunnies goes thusly:

🐇when he was a grad student, after he met my mom but before they were dating, my father got a baby bunny he named Roxanne. I don't know where from; my guess is a pet store. He then proceeded to call my mom and say that he had a baby bunny, did she want to come meet her?

🐇🐇 my mom did in fact want to meet my dad's baby bunny. Fast forward several years and they are married and going to an annual Christmas party. The host's son-- since moved out-- had a bunny named Roger, who lived on his parents' deck. My mom, who is not fond of crowds, would spend the party out on the deck talking to the bunny. One year the hosts just sent Roger home with her.

🐇🐇eventually Roxanne died. Roger was very mopey about it, and my parents thought he was depressed. So they got another bunny from a shelter of some kind (I believe) and named him Zoloft. I did not get this joke for another ten years.

🐇🐇🐇at the time there was an amazing rabbit vet nearby, who was also the vet for the buns at the Rabbit Rescue. "They have this cute bunny named Timmy," the vet told my mom. "You should really meet Timmy." My mother, of course, went to visit Timmy, and held him for a while. She was relaying this to my dad who said something like "wait, you were HOLDING Timmy???" as he realized that no matter what she claimed, Timmy was definitely coming to live with us. Timmy came to live with us. He is best remembered for walking (not hopping) on linoleum and eating animal crackers.

🐇🐇Zoloft died somewhere in here, idr exactly when

🐇🐇🐇There was a also a little grey bunny at the Rabbit Rescue that ended up coming home around that time; my mom named her Elizabeth Cady Stanton because she "lived in a male-dominated hutch." Cady was very sweet until she was spayed and after that she was kind of a jerk tbh. But we loved her.

🐇🐇🐇🐇 my mom is something similar to a social worker, and when I was in first grade, the mom on one of her cases was arrested. She went over there to help figure out where all the kids could stay, and discovered they had a bunny in a little cage, with no food. (The family had themselves rescued this bunny from the upstairs neighbor, who kept him in a hamster ball.) So when my mom got all the kids sorted she also got the bunny sorted. By taking it with her.

Ben was referred to as "the dependent bunny" by the office for the rest of forever. The office was Not Thrilled. But the kids weren't able/that interested in taking care of him: I don't know what happened, exactly, but my mom stayed on the case and Ben lived with us until he died ten years later.

That bunny was a genius and a chaos gremlin. He knew exactly where he wasn't supposed to be and dedicated his time to getting into them. One of his greatest hits was pushing an empty cardboard box up against the baby gate, using it as a step, clearing the baby gate and eating my homework.

^This is Ben towards the end of his life when he started to need baths.

🐇🐇🐇Roger and Timmy died (Roger was 12!! Timmy was only 5. Sob.) so it was just Ben and Cady at home when my mom met yet another bunny at the Rabbit Rescue when she went in to collect her usual 40 pound bag of litter. She had one stand-up ear and one floppy ear and head butted my mom when she stopped petting her and you all know where this is going but could you say no to this face??

Neither could my mom. This was Daisy Mae. We didn't meet a bunny Ben couldn't get along with until her. My dad had to build a new bunny condo with a divider down the middle. After Cady died we spent years trying to get Ben and Daisy to live together; it worked for a little while, but they had a tumultuous and bloody divorce that in separate incidents sent each of them to the vet and my mother to the ER.

🐇🐇🐇 A year or so after The Divorce, my friend called me up to say that her sister had adopted a bunny for 4H, but also wanted to show him at ARBA, and he didn't qualify for both so she was going to adopt this one out and get a different bunny....... and did we want to come meet this one? "We are not bringing him home," my mother said. "We are definitely not bringing him home." "That's okay," said my friend's mom. "We can just take him to the humane society." ...anyway, my mom named the bunny Lionel Messi because he was a) a lionhead b) fast as fuck and c) a slob.

(^ Lio circa 2015)

🐇🐇🐇🐇PJ Funny Bunny and Smokey the Hare came from the animal shelter my mom started buying litter from after she had a falling out with the woman who owned the Rabbit Rescue. In a truly smooth move by the owner, when we came by to say hi to the two bunnies that had come in, the owner said "oh I thought you were taking them with you" when we tried to leave empty-handed. My mom kind of bluescreened for a minute and...the rabbits ended up in the car. PJ Funny Bunny was so named because he didn't like carrots, and Smokey was grey and we thought we were funny. Neither of them lived more than a couple years after that but we aren't going into the sad parts of this story thankyouverymuch. PJ had a pedigree, which we always thought was hilarious. We pretended he was a snob about it.

🐇🐇🐇 Frankie came from that same shelter a couple years later. He'd had a bladder infection, which my mom had noticed and brought to the attention of the owner: You Won't Believe What Happened Next. We named him Frankie because he had blue eyes. This bunny was an absolute delight. This was the spring before my freshman year of college, and I seriously contemplated bringing him with me since my parents were not sold on an additional bunny at the time. I didn't, which was good, because he pretty much keeled over right at the beginning of my freshman year. (We stopped going to that shelter after that, given the track record.)

(^Frankie)

🐇Daisy died around that same time, so then my parents just had Lio, and they were thinking, maybe Lio will be the last bunny. Frankie's death was pretty devastating, and I wasn't living at home anymore and they wanted to travel, and it's easier to get a pet sitter for a dog than a bunny, and the bunny hutch takes up a big chunk of the kitchen they maybe they wanted to use for other things.

🐇🐇They lived under this illusion for several years, until one of their friends said that their neighbors had found a baby dutch bunny under a car on the street. Due to the timing we think he was an Easter bunny that got dumped a couple months later. "We will only keep it if it's a girl," my parents said, because that would make it more likely that the bunny would get along with Lio. The bunny was not a girl. "We will only keep him if he gets along with Lio," they said. The bunny did not get along with Lio. They kept him anyway. His name is Tricksy Belted, a play on Trixie Beldon, because he's a belted dutch bunny. He is the sweetest bunny in the word and that is a scientific fact.

🐇🐇A few weeks after Lio died (at age, like, 11) my parents thought that maybe Tricksy should have a friend. So in 2020 just before lockdown they went and got a bunny On Purpose for the first time since they adopted Zoloft in 1998. Her name is Tosh, and she came from a rabbit rescue that got shut down in 2023 for being crazy overcrowded.

And that's where we are currently.

[sheliesshattered]

Dragon Con 2023 cosplay lineup!

Thursday: Trillian from Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, for the Bunny Hutch party -- I'll have an Arthur Dent with me, too

Friday: Rhaenyra Targaryen from House of the Dragon, I'll be attending the World Of Ice And Fire photo meetup

Friday evening: punk Rhaenyra Targaryen, for general evening shenanigans

Saturday: Harley Quinn Swiftie mashup, for the Harley Quinn photo meetup and the Swifties photo meetup, and on into the evening parties

Sunday: Oswin Oswald from Doctor Who

Sunday evening: Clara Oswald from the Mummy On The Orient Express episode of Doctor Who, and I hope to attend the Doctor Who Ball that evening

If you see me at Dragon Con, please do say hi!

[vievecorcityrp]

IZAK VÖRÖS (RETIRED)

GENDER: Cismale

SPECIES: Vampire

AGE: 1000+ (roughly 1270 years old)

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

OCCUPATION: Owner of The Bunny, a strip club, and The Hutch, a pay-by-the-hour luxury love hotel, both located in Klin

DISTRICT: Klin

HEADCANONS:

Izak hosts “death parties” in lieu of birthday parties. It usually involves a lot of real blood, a lot of booze, and enough sin to even make demons blush. He changes his birthdays often, so don’t expect it to be consistent, though.

Izak drinks and smokes A LOT. Luckily he’s dead or he would be soon.

Speaking of drinking, old-fashioned made mead is a great offering to him. He still holds onto ancient values of worshipping power and providing gifts for either favors or taxes. No mass-produced mead will do. You have to make it yourself and make it right. It’s the drink of the gods for a reason.

He still has many of his old clothes from his various eras: thick wolf fur cloaks, chainmail, wool Victorian suits, 70s slice collar shirts and bell bottoms…

His hobbies include reading, drinking, eating, and gambling. Gambling with him is either a fun time or a death wish depending on his mood or how much he loses. Horses and poker are the things he bets too much money on.

He is multilingual, and he learns new languages relatively easy. He can speak English, Old English, German, French, Italian, Greek, Latin, Swedish, Spanish, and Old Norse.

After initiating the attack on the wolves, Izak knew that his days as a councilman was over; though, he had no feelings about it one way or another.  As a creature who has ruled various lands for centuries, he was ready for a new carefree era in his life. Quitting with a bang, I guess

Spent his time away from the city touring European waters on his yacht with celebrities and public figures. Yes, you can gather he was doing Izak stuff and living his best life with supermodels and their veins. Were some of them hypnotized? Guess we will never know.

During his little vacation, Izak sired a newborn, making them his third.

Bored of his little adventure, he decided to move back to the city, mainly out of curiosity. It's hard to fully flee a city you helped build. Not to mention the first vampire he sired was promoted to his vacant spot.

His large, luxury yacht can be seen docked near the shipping vessels and is open to the public for viewing. Does it seem like a rich asshole thing to do? Yeah probably, but if you pay the front stewardess a bit of money, you can use some of the rooms for photo-ops for your social media. If you can’t be rich, you can pretend to be. Isn’t that charitable enough?

Before returning, he created new businesses, mainly as another hiding spot for his less-than-reputable business ventures. The Bunny is a strip club operated by his “bunnies”, and next door is a luxury love hotel called The Hutch. Please don't try and touch his bunnies or persuade them to the Hutch or you may make a nasty enemy.

A lot of high-stakes (and borderline illegal) gambling takes place in the lush backrooms of The Bunny. Invite only.

PERSONALITY: Confident, Analytical, Tenacious, Hedonistic, Callous, Unpredictable

CHARACTER TYPE: Pre-made - Izak Vörös

BLOG: @izakvoros​

[gothmods]

Its fucking midnight and im having to chase rats away im so sick of this

Every morning the first thing i do is scoop up rat shit nothing i can do deters them and i know they are also eating bunny's food and im just

Im so fucking pissed off because this has been going on for like a year and it feels like im the only one who thinks this is not okay to just. Leave unaddressed until further notice.

But im also the one who has no power to do anything because none of the piles of stuff the rats have set up camp in is mine.

And i hate it i hate that im meant to apparently just accept that theres a rat infestation hanging out in bunny's hutch every night and sit and wait until someone decides to do something.

Im going to move all his stuff tomorrow idk where yet but i will work something out because im sick of it

Mum said she was gonna try and keep that area cleaner but then she went and told my cousin he could store his damaged dirt bike there and no ones actually delt with any of the clutter the rats use as shelter and im just

It shouldnt be unreasonable to want a spot for bunny that isnt a pest party and that isnt sandwiched between everyone elses junk

[inthepursuitofbooks]

My bunny Witch-King of Angmar helmet is coming along.

Even after I basically gassed myself with toxic fumes from being close to e6000 with no respirator or ventilation. Which led to me purchasing a new respirator. And gloves. Since I also smoothed the glue with my bare hands.

Like a maroon.

[nicolecorely]

Much progress on Bunny Titania! Now I just have to figure out the gold belt thing and a wig and a vine crown.

(My main roadblock to all of these things is having $0.12 in my bank account.)

[humanmaybe]

DRAGON CON 2022 WIZARD SWAG

I’m goin to dragon con just today (Thursday) as The Fuckin Wizard Babyyyyy!!!! Come find the shitty ass Wizard and get a sticker!!!!

[willcallphotography]

Bunny Hutch party at Dragon Con.

Atlanta, August 30, 2018.

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Power Bunny!!

Dragon*Con: Atlanta Marriott Marquis: Bunny Hutch Party: 2017.

[sheliesshattered]

I don't know the last time I posted about my cosplay progress but I figured it was time for an update. I've been buzzing along on my to-do list, and I'm getting close to being ready to do all the last minute try-ons and then packing.

My House of the Dragon Rhaenyra cosplay is completely finished, including the wig styling that I put off for months and months. I might make a little scroll prop if I end up having extra time, but at this point the costume is finished to the point that I imagined all those months ago, beading along the neckline and everything! Here's a progress shot from a couple weeks back:

With Rhaenyra done, I've gotten a lot done on the Harley Quinn Taylor Swift mashup costume I was hoping to get to. As it turns out there will be a Harley Quinn photo meetup on Saturday at Dragon Con, and immediately afterwards a Taylor Swift meetup in the exact same location (as planned by a very kind fellow Swiftie who heard about my mashup and decided to be incredibly sweet and scheduled the Swiftie meetup so it would be easiest for me ❤️).

I finished styling the Harley wig yesterday (after painstakingly separating all the red strands of hair from the black strands).

The sequin shorts are done except for hand-sewing a few sequins into the areas where they fell off because the threads unraveled. And I'm adding some hand-stitched areas to the tshirt, both to make it fit slightly less boxy and to mimic the style of Harley's shirt in the first Suicide Squad movie.

After this, my to-do list will be down to helping Jack with a few of his things, brushing out the wigs from cosplays I've worn in the past, and the final try-ons for everything. There are a few silly things, like the little scroll, that I would love to make if I have time, but with 10 days left we'll see how much I get to.

The other major thing that's changed since the last time I updated is that Jack and I have changed our plans for Thursday night! Instead of 80s-themed outfits for the 80s Prom, we've decided to tweak our Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy Trillian and Arthur Dent to fit with the Bunny Hutch party theme. There are still a few things left to do on those, but really all just detail work.

I'm planning to take pictures of each costume when I do the final try-ons, and from that put together a line up showing my costumes for each day. That might be my next update, and shortly after that I'll have actual photos from Dragon Con to post! 10 days to go, woo!

[the-queer-dungeoneer]

Not Alone (Crowley x Fem! Reader) - Ch. 3/?

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Characters: Reader, Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel and likely more once we get into the thick of it.

Relationships: Crowley x Reader, Aziraphale x Reader, Aziraphale x Crowley

POV: First-person

Warnings: Death of a family friend

Tags: @curse-brekker​, @oopstheregoesmysoul13​

*gif is not mine and neither are any of the characters or source material!

Y/N = your name

Y/N/N = your nickname

Y/L/N = your last name

H/C = Hair color

E/C = Eye color

F/C = Favorite color

A/N: Chapter three is here, my loves! Yay for relationship development! Honetly, I think being close friends with Aziraphale would be such a wonderful experience. I hope you enjoy!

Thank you to my lovely editor @aka-ellie ❤️

Lots of love! - TQD

October, 2018

We went to a small Indian restaurant about half a mile from the shop. The food was impeccable, but it was shoved into second place by the lovely conversation.

This time he seemed much more interested in my upbringing. I told him about how I’d grown up with my grandparents, and how I still called my grams every day. I talked about how I had grown up in art and theatre classes, which had helped me with my anxiety and depression. I also explained that this was my motivation for working towards arts as a form of healthcare. I had experienced the benefits upfront, and they could be so helpful for so many people. I left a lot of the more unsavory details of my childhood out because it didn’t seem like the time to bear my uglier scars.

He asked me all kinds of questions about growing up in Seattle. He wanted to know all about if the seafood there was as good as he’d heard (I hate seafood, so I was the wrong person to ask about that) and I told him that I thought it might be. We talked about the interesting bookshops around the city, and I gushed that his was far better than any of them, which made him grin like a schoolboy.  

I was content wandering arm in arm with Aziraphale. I hadn’t had a meal that delicious or filling in weeks. I’d been subsisting off peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and instant noodles because of my limited budget. It was great to not feel hungry, and even better to not feel lonely. I was smiling despite myself, and there are few memories I treasure more than that one.

He walked me to my apartment and cordially held the door open once I’d buzzed myself in. His gentlemanly demeanor never seemed patronizing, always completely genuine. It was sweet.

“Would you like to come in? I have coffee and tea.”

“Oh goodness dear, it’s rather late. I do not want to take up any more of your evening,” he responded. We seemed to be caught in a dance of wanting to spend time together, but not impose. The best part was, it wasn’t just me.

“Really, Aziraphale, it’s no trouble. I stay up this late all the time. If it sweetens the deal at all, I can dig out some hot cocoa? Oh! You can even meet my bunny!”

“Well you didn’t tell me that you have a rabbit! That is all the convincing I need.” He giggled happily and followed me up the stairs.

My living space was quaint, and by quaint, I mean incredibly small. But it was all the space I could possibly need. After all, it was just me and Penelope, and I wasn’t entertaining much.

Penelope had a small hutch with a litter box and a bed, but I never closed the door. She hopped about the apartment most all day and night. I did lock her up when I was sleeping though. I had this nagging fear that she would hop into bed with me and I’d suffocate her by accident. Dark, I know, but real. Also, locking her up at night and covering the cage with a blanket meant she slept when I did, so we were on relatively the same schedule. It made life easier. Penelope had been my best friend for two years. She was a graduation present from my grandfather when I finished high school. I had hidden her in my dorm room secretly during freshman year, and against my family's wishes, I had paid the extra fees to have her travel with me all the way to London. She was more companion than pet. I read her all my papers and textbooks, I let her pee on the papers I’d gotten bad grades on, she cuddled with me on bad days and hopped around my feet in celebratory dance parties. We were inseparable.

I smiled unlocking my little red front door. The number fourteen was crooked. I should have told the landlord by now, but it added character, so I didn’t really mind.

“Where’s my little fluffernutter?” I called in a sing-song voice. I was answered with the skittering sound of bunny feet and Penelope made her way into the kitchen and slid across the tiles to greet me. She jumped straight into my arms and nuzzled against my chest. She often acted more like a dog than a rabbit. I wasn’t sure who was more co-dependent, but I didn’t care. It was nice to be needed. “Oh, hello darling! Mama missed you so much!”

“My goodness! That is the most affectionate rabbit I have ever seen! What is her name?”

“Oh, where are my manners? Aziraphale, this is Penelope,” I said hiking the small furball into the crook of my elbow, “And Penelope, this is Aziraphale,” I finished, grabbing a hold of her paw and extending it in a mock-introductory handshake.”

Aziraphale went right along with my dorky antics and shook Penelope’s paw. “It is lovely to meet such a refined lady as yourself Miss Penelope, I marvel at the pleasure.”

I couldn’t hold back my giggles. I knew I could laugh freely with Aziraphale. However, when I inadvertently snorted I stopped short and my cheeks flushed red.

“Oh well that was simply adorable,” Aziraphale giggled. “Don’t go getting all embarrassed, I have heard centuries worth of embarrassing laughs, and yours doesn’t even come close.”

I exhaled and continued my giggling fit. As I made my way into the apartment kitchen. I slid my shoes off and left them to the right of the door before padding across the outdated linoleum tiles the grab a few mugs. My kitchen, while small, was lovely. The cabinets were all a shade of robin’s egg blue and the countertops were a subtle white tile. It was the first thing when you saw when you entered and added a calming air to the room. It wrapped around into a small bar with matching blue bar stools to the left, and the rest of my studio sprawled out behind that. There was a large window facing north, which my couch (also my bed) sat underneath on the far wall. I had photos and cards from my family and friends back home as well as art pieces I’d collected over the years hung up all around. The coffee table perched in front of my couch/bed - we’ll call it my bouch - was covered in textbooks, papers and highlighters as well as a few empty bowls and a smattering of silverware. Across from the bouch was my television on top of my bookshelf. I didn’t watch much TV, but I had a Gamecube that I liked to play occasionally, to relax. At the far end of the apartment from the kitchen was my small bathroom. It was decorated all in lime green. Definitely a product of the 70’s when these apartments went up. Penelope’s hutch sat on the wall next to the bathroom door. It was just a basic black wire hutch with a hidey hole, a water bottle, food bowl and wood shavings.

I only had enough serving ware for two people, thankfully I had done most of the dishes. Usually, two-people’s-worth just meant I could eat another bowl of soup before I actually had to consider pulling out a sponge. I busied myself with tea while Aziraphale settled down on one of the barstools watching the odd dance I did to prepare everything with one arm occupied by my small rodent best friend. When she got squirmy, I set her down.

“I know it’s past your bedtime you little monster. Give me one second.” I huffed before walking over and grabbing her small blanket from the ground next to the couch. I laid it out in the hutch under the hidey hole cover where she liked to sleep and gestured at it with playful annoyance. “How’s that, your majesty?”

Apparently, it was fine because she hopped right in. I gently latched the door and flipped down the quilt that was folded on top of the hutch. She’d likely be asleep in minutes. She, like her human, loved to sleep. Naps were only second to food.

The kettle started to whistle, causing me to whip around and slide back to the kitchen. I had become an expert in the Olympic sport of sock-on-tile skating in my time, though I did smack my hip on the oven handle during my graceful finish.

“Oh, dear! Are you alright?” Aziraphale winced.

“Yeah, yeah! I am a bit of a klutz. I do stupid stuff all the time. Now! Your tea, sir. Be careful, it’s hot.” I smiled, placing a mug on the counter.

“Oh, thank you! Your apartment is beautiful. You’ve made it very welcoming. There is a lot of love in here.”

I settled down on the barstool next to him, and he started asking about all of my pictures. I pulled one of my favorites off the wall, a glossy 5x7 of myself and my grams in matching skeleton costumes. I was seven, and we went trick-or-treating around the police station where my grandpa worked. One of the officers picked me up shouting “Who left this skeleton out on the floor?! All human remains should be sealed in the evidence locker!” He tossed me over his shoulder and carried me all around the precinct. I laughed until I couldn’t breathe. He slapped an evidence sticker across my forehead and gave me a full-sized Twix bar.

Officer Peterson was a good man. He had passed away in the line of duty two years later. I was too young to really understand that. I remembered though, my grandpa had sat me down and talked to me for a long time about death and how it worked. He told me it wasn’t something bad. A lot of times it meant people weren’t hurting or scared anymore. Grandpa never backed away from the hard conversations. I was lucky for that.

This is how the evening went on. Each picture had so many memories and smiles attached. Aziraphale never ran out of questions to ask. He was so curious, as though domestic life was the most interesting thing in the world. I don’t know when three o’clock rolled around, but that didn’t stop anything. Neither of us considered wrapping things up until well after the sun started to peak through the window and Penelope started to stir in her hutch.

[artofianblackburn]

My wife deserves her own post. We didn’t get enough pictures of her at the time, but here she is as broadway Lydia, Death of the Endless, and Titania from Ancient Magus Bride, but all playboy bunnied for the Bunny Hutch party. Unfortunately, we forgot to take a pic of her full Titania costume she wore later.

[honeylikewords]

Do any of the JC have pets?

Yes, many do! Here’s a list of who has what!

Eddie: Eddie has one to two cats, maybe more depending on his marital status and how much his wife likes cats. He’s definitely not opposed to getting a dog or having more pets in the house, but he also is a collector of antiques and rare books, so he realizes he has to keep the pet party to a minimum. But he does love animals!

David: Oh, this big bear loves animals! His main dog is a large, poofy, Samoyed-Husky-Bernese Mountain Dog type named Koda, and as time goes on, he adopts more pups, or, rather, they wander to his house from the streets or the woods and he keeps them safe and warm and they take up permanent residence. 

He also has a hutch full of bunnies (his favorite is a little brown one he calls Cocoa Puff), and takes care of the woodland birds by building them large birdhouses and feeders. He also has a horse who lives on the cabin’s property with him, who he named Bill.

 David loves animals of all shapes and sizes, and has been known to play with the wildlife (there are photos of him wrestling around with actual baby bears!), but he’s, shockingly, not a fan of snakes or venomous spiders. Everything else, though, he can learn to love, so long as it is a good animal and not wicked.

Shane: Couldn’t really keep a pet to save his life, now, since he’s so busy, but as a kid he had a dog called Bruiser, who was actually a very small Pekingese. 

Joe: Joe wants a house in the suburbs with a big green lawn for his kids AND his dogs to play on. Joe doesn’t do cats. But he loves dogs, and, once he has that house, adopts a big golden retriever and a rescue pibbie. He lets the kids name the retriever (thus, its name is French Fry) and he re-names the pibbie himself; Princess. She’s a little bitten-up, but a sweetheart, and gentle as the sun on a spring day, and he loves her to bits.

Frank: Frank’s got one pitbull, maybe two.

Monty: Monty has a teeny tiny little dog who he loves to carry around and dote on. I like to imagine him with the tiniest teacup poodle in his big tattooed arms, holding them like a baby and feeding them treats. Their name is LazerFace DeathPunch, and they sleep on his pillow.

BJ: BJ has two labradors! He got one when Trey was little, and a second when his daughters were born, so each of them could grow up with a dog. Their names are, of course, picked by the kids, so Trey named his dog “Waffle” and the girls named theirs “Honeybuns”. BJ also would love to adopt some dogs, like greyhounds or pibbies.

Michael: Michael has a cat named Professor Peepee. The cat’s original name was Abraham, but the cat accidentally tinkled indoors once and Michael’s wife grumpily called him “professor peepee” and the name just stuck. So if the cat is batting around in the kitchen and Michael hears something shatter, he’ll jump off the couch and holler “PROFESSOR PEEPEE, YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING AROUND IN THERE”, which is always incredibly funny to hear.

Do you guys have any HCs about pets for the boys? I’m always interested to hear ‘em! 

[inthepursuitofbooks]

So I'm doing the dumbest bunny for the Bunny Hutch party at Dragon Con and this came in today. I ordered it off Amazon for $30 because I dont have time to make a body suit.

I laughed and danced around my apartment for a good 20 minutes. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[cindyrellacosplay]

#fallforcostume day 4 is structured. This was the first properly made corset / bunny suit I've made after drafting a duct tape pattern and watching corset boning videos on YouTube. It is definitely not perfect but I learned a lot in this first attempt which allowed me to improve and make a better corset for my Sakizou carousel pony! Thank you @eurobeat_kasumi_ebk for these photos of my @noflutter queen bee on the night of the bunny hutch party at #Dragoncon! Wings by @fancyfairyangela #nofluttercosplay #beecostume #queenbee #bunnysuit #bunnyhutchparty #sewing #corsetmaking #fairywings https://www.instagram.com/p/B3M-es_jx-M/?igshid=xjlacca5lihm