#happy

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[zimswife]

Relatable! 🦄🐈🥲😸

His little pony...

[kithtaehyung]

— happy jin day ♡ ig ; twt

[temiree]

A Christmas-themed commission for @altairey, just in time for the holidays, featuring Vincent and Lucas! :3

Fun fact - this commission's invoice was my 1000th invoice I've sent sent on Paypal! So, quite a cool milestone there if you ask me. :D

An alternate without the apron, as well as WIPs and a full-res copy, are available on my Patreon!

[joaoppereiraus]

Good Cookie

She loves cookies x3

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[memeuplift]

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy got up bright and early on the following morning, having slept peacefully on his improvised bed of dry bracken the whole night through, without being troubled by a single dream or awakened by any alarm.

It was another glorious morning, and the dazzling sunshine was bursting through the tree tops yet again, lighting up the woodland with a myriad of bright, saturated colours as though it were decked with jewels: it really bore no resemblance whatever to the wild west Highland landscape, which in the shortest days of the winter was invariably clothed in a raiment of dull browns, dreary greys and even sombre blacks.

At first Algy had been perturbed by the remarkable and mysterious nature of this evidently enchanted environment, but he was gradually becoming more accustomed to its peculiar phenomena, and found that he was increasingly able to relax without bothering his fluffy head with unnecessary questions about the whys and wherefores…

So, having feasted on a nutritious breakfast of hawthorn berries and hazelnuts – for the woodland was rich in those benevolent shrubs – Algy settled down comfortably on a deep mossy bed beneath an old hazelnut bush, and contemplated the day ahead. Although he remained perplexed by the question of how to site and build a nest, he put that problem out of his mind for the time being. For on this beautiful morning glowing with colour, Algy felt full of joy, and as he leaned back on the soft moss he recited softly to himself:

Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing As sweet a song as joy confined. Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light. Joy's like a Bee that gently sucks Away on blossoms its sweet hour; But pleasure's like a greedy Wasp, That plums and cherries would devour. Joy's like a Lark that lives alone, Whose ties are very strong, though few; But Pleasure like a Cuckoo roams, Makes much acquaintance, no friends true. Joy from her heart doth sing at home, With little care if others hear; But pleasure then is cold and dumb, And sings and laughs with strangers near.

[Algy is reciting the poem Joy and Pleasure by the late 19th/early 20th century Welsh poet William Henry Davies.]

[hushedhippie]

Still here🌷 seasonal depression has settled in like a soaking wet weighed blanket & coming down from a two & a half month manic episode has exhausted my soul and mind. Leaning into my support and the things I love, replacing intrusive thoughts with the positive versions, and focusing on grounding. Sending love to anyone and everyone this holiday season that feels the cold a little deeper.

[thunda-bird]

Big beanie stretch!

Living the life he deserves

[chippythedog]

[heelohee]

Just okay?

[inkandpaperqwerty]

I cannot describe in words how much I need this right now.

[faebufo]

It's DECEMBER !!!

𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹…

[zaratk]

[iarafiliipa]

My OF is getting 🔥🔥🔥