#pocket the penguin

[fuckthispost-andhappybirthday]

August 19: Happy Birthday Pocket (Beanie Babies)!!!!

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fuck it. spins yuor crosby.

[hunterrrs]

sid’s shaped like that to hurt me surely

[sportsthoughts]

Day 55 of offseason gifs - Flower at the 2015 All Star Game - In The Room S04E05

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[goaliekisses]

i’m so sorry but LOOK at jars 🥺 TINY LIL CUTIE. A BABEY.

also them capturing jason with his eyes shut 💀

[piratekane]

26...+29? 👀

for you? sure.

twenty-six: you're so warm twenty-nine: you're everything to me

They pick places at random: a few weeks in Florence, some time in Stockholm. They go to the Mediterranean Sea, the Caspian Sea. Ava finds gelato everywhere they go and always orders their most and least popular flavor, giving the shop owners her honest opinions. She finds the most kitschy shop she can and buys postcards and terrible mugs and t-shirts. I'm building a collection, she tells Beatrice after every purchase. Ava loves it and Beatrice loves Ava, even if she feels like their luggage is made up of lime green t-shirts with the Eiffel Tower on it and misshapen mugs with when life gives you lemons make avgolemono written on them.

Ava loves it. Beatrice loves her. That's all there is to it.

They stay in hostels - for the experience, Bea - and take the cheapest sleeper cars on the trains. It's cramped on a good night and practically uninhabitable on the bad ones. But somehow, Beatrice doesn't mind this either. It gives her every excuse she doesn't need to pull Ava close, tangle their legs together, and curl her hands into the back of Ava's sleep shirt.

Because she doesn't need an excuse. They're not hiding anymore - not from anything, including each other.

Ava picked Valencia a few days ago off their worn map. She found it in a secondhand store in Brussels. The woman warned that it was outdated, but Ava called it exciting and happily handed over too many euros before bustling Beatrice off to see the Atomium, something she read about in the back of a magazine left behind on their last train ride.

The map takes up more than half of their bed-for-the-night, hanging over the sides of it. Ava screws her eyes shut and swirls her finger in a circle before jabbing it down at the map. They're closer to Cat's Cradle than they have been in months and Beatrice wonders if she picked Valencia on purpose, if she knows Beatrice is missing Camila and Yasmine. But she's Ava, so of course she knows. And Beatrice knows Ava feels the same.

They had spent the morning walking through Valencia and then all afternoon at L'Oceanogràfic. They went for the turtles - and then we'll do a fancy dinner, promise. A sit down kind - but Beatrice knew it would be more than just the turtles. It would be the jellyfish and the penguins and dolphins.

And it was. They spent an hour outside the penguins habitat while Ava talked to the aquarium worker in perfect Spanish, asking about migration patterns and what penguins liked to eat more, krill or cotton candy. Beatrice watched in amusement. No matter where they went, someone fell in love with Ava, charmed by her easy smile; and someone was always left brokenhearted when they packed their things and headed off to their next destination. But today, Ava had even managed to get them back behind the Employee Only door to see the penguins closer.

Ava insisted they take a selfie with a penguin named Yago so they could send it to Mother Superion. From one nun to another, Ava declared. Beatrice neatly stole the phone out of her hand before she could hit the send message button. They agreed on Camila.

She sits on the edge of the twin bed they're sharing and stretches her arms above her head, listening to the soft pop and rolling it back into place. Ava is carefully packing away her latest find, a L'Oceanogràfic mug with a penguin on it, but looks up at the noise.

"Shoulder bothering you?" She doesn't wait for Beatrice's answer, immediately reaching out to rub at the muscle between her shoulder and the blade. "You should have said."

Beatrice lets her head drop to her chest, eyes closing in relief. "It didn't hurt before now."

She hears Ava tut behind her. Her fingers dig a little deeper. "Do you want to pick the next place?"

Beatrice opens one eye, looking back a little. "We're leaving already?"

"Well, no. I still want to see Bioparc Zoo. They have giraffes."

Beatrice hides a small smile. "I'm sure they have an excellent collection of coffee mugs."

"They do, I saw-" Ava stops herself, hands pausing. "You're making fun of me."

Beatrice rolls her neck back, looking up at Ava upside down. "I am."

Ava scowls playfully and leans down, pressing a kiss to the space between Beatrice's eyes. She opens her mouth to say something but yawns instead, her dark eyes suddenly looking tired. She lets her hands drop from Bea's back and pushes her way back towards the head of the bed.

Beatrice watches her. So many things are different now, light years away from their apartment in the Alps, but this is still the same: Ava lifts her legs and pulls the top of the blanket out from under her, she slides both legs under, she shimmies down until her head is resting on her arms, and she looks expectantly at the other side of the bed.

What has changes is this: Beatrice doesn't hesitate.

Ava sighs as she settles into bed next to her, immediately rolling to the side so they're pressed together, knee to knee, nose to nose. Ava grins, the ends of her growing hair tickling Beatrice's chin.

"Have I told you how much I love this?" she whispers.

Beatrice smiles back. "Only twice every city."

"I've always wanted to do this. Travel the world. Get out of that room and experience life. And when the Halo found me, I thought I had a second chance to do all of that." Ava runs a fingertip down over the bridge of Beatrice's nose. "I'm finally getting to do it. And with you."

She shudders at Ava's touch and her cheeks flush. "Well, you could have done this with anyone," she says, ducking away from Ava's piercing attention.

"But I want to do it with you." Ava meets her eyes, holds them for a moment before she says, just loud enough that Beatrice can hear it over the sound of her heart pounding in her chest, "You're everything to me. If we went back right now, never went on another adventure, I'd still be satisfied, because I was with you."

She inhales sharply. Ava says these things so casually, as if she doesn't know how a simple sentence can dismantle all the hard work her parents did closing her off. But then, Ava probably does know. Ava probably works harder than her parents did to bring them back down.

Ava pulls Beatrice's arms around her, wiggles her way until Beatrice's chin and hums happily. "And also, you're warm."

Beatrice laughs unexpectedly and feels Ava grin against her collarbone. "Am I?"

"Better than those hot water bottles Sister Frances begrudgingly put into my bed on the nights where the heat went out." She feels Ava's scowl now and smooths it away with a hand through Ava's hair. "A better shape, too. An Ava-shape."

"An Ava-shape," she repeats. She feels Ava's cold toes press against her shin. "What is that?"

Ava scoffs. "The perfect shape for me to fit in, obviously."

"Yes, of course," she says lightly. She tips her head down slightly, touches her lips to the crown of Ava's head. "Goodnight, Ava."

Ava smiles again, pressing a kiss to her hollow of her throat. "Goodnight, Bea."

In the morning, they'll go to Bioparc and Ava will charm someone else into letting them touch a giraffe and they'll leave with a too-large t-shirt that Ava will wear to bed and Beatrice will pretend to protest when Ava makes her take a selfie with an elephant.

But Ava loves it. And Beatrice loves Ava. That's all there is to it.

[lemontartmart]

Fanart of dillpickle's absolutely fucking precious deadlock animal crossing designs!!! plus some bonus pocket sketches!

Some winter mischief plus me playing as pocket vs their actual vibes

[enchantedlandcoffee]

Polly the Penguin for @beelou

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[nyyfever]

he said :P

if i was on the opposing team and saw him going like that i'd actually forfeit on the spot

[sidsthekid]

hello please hear my midnight thoughts. if the pens core (+1) were elements:

Geno - Fire. guy’s passionate, has bursts of energy

Sid - Water. something something determination, repetition, enough to wear away even solid stone

Tanger - Earth. he’s a steady presence, dependable, calm

Flower - Air. nickname nonwithstanding. he’s light and playful and quick

oh!! i like this, and i feel like your observations are spot-on for the core (flower is 100% part of the core in my mind no matter where he goes!!)

especially for geno... i'm just sitting here thinking about all the times he's burnt unsuspecting teams to ash when the pens have seemingly been down during games.

i mean...when is that man not bringing the fire!! the fiery!! the lava!! the drama!!

exhibit a:

to that end...thanks for sharing, anon! :):)

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

completely taken out of the emotional pain ive been feeling by grizzly saying "penguins arent birds" confidently with his whole chest

[dopesongtyrant]

Why cant people just write for my s/o😤

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Pocket-Penguin

[waywordsstudio]

3 Word Review: “Spellbound” by Penguin Pocket Books -

A collection of poems around the world of magic, including a smattering of decent poets. However, its organization and methodology for choosing poems is haphazard and highly distracting.

#books #bookreviews #bookworm #readreadread #3words #spellbound #poetry #poetryanthology #anthology #magic

[rhymeswithfart]

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I'm so sorry I took so long to reply. I hope you are well too and that this will help reach more donors.

Vetted campaign as is said. I'll add images to reach more tags.