#pooh corner

[tiddely-pom]

Some photos from Pooh Corner

- The teddies for sale at the gift shop

- The window display in the Poohseum

- Our Pooh and Eeyore plush in the reading nook in the Poohseum

- Our Pooh and Eeyore watching the snow fall in Hartfield

[dewoozles]

And suddenly Tigger found how easy it was.

High quality poster based on a copy of Ernest Shepard’s illustration for the book “The House at Pooh Corner” by Alfred Milne. 

[asimplelittlememory]

Pooh Corner

[laurenovercalifornia]

[w1nter-wolf-barnes1]

I loved this song when I was younger too!!!

[poopkid]

Good news, cable subscribers. Your free preview has officially begun. Watch as I take you back to 1985 and walk you through a complete day of programming on The Disney Channel. From Pooh Corner to Mousterpiece Theatre, we’re going to cover it all. Get your sweatbands on, mouseketeers! It’s time to Mousercise!

[laurenillustrated]

Winnie-the-Pooh 🍯

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

THE BESTEST OF FRIENDS😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

@miniso.official

[publicdomaincharacters]

Here another character that enter the public Domain today,Tigger

[artist-fan146]

To honor that Tigger (“The House at Pooh Corner”) is now in the public domain, I threw my hat in and drew him!

First art of 2024!!!

[tiddely-pom]

Pooh and Eeyore's houses at the real Hundred Acre Wood in Hartfield, Sussex

[chaosclimber]

receptionist

“...for the love of…” Hob muttered under his breath, then glanced back up at the receptionist. “No, I don’t have an appointment, I’m not here professionally. Desire is my sibling-in-law, and they’ve got my child today. I’m just picking Orpheus up. You’ve seen my ID, what can possibly be the hold up?”

“Mx Aeturnus was very clear that they’d receive no visitors today–”

“Because they’re spending time with their nibling!” Hob’s exasperation was reaching a boiling point. “C’mon. Please, ring up and ask them, if you don’t want to just let me in. I promise you, I am not trying to monopolize their creative energies, or do…paparazzi…things…or whatever it is you think I could be doing!”

She sighed audibly, then pressed the intercom button. “Yes, Mx Aeturnus? There’s a….Robert….here to see you.”

“I told you, no visitors, Brenda.” 

Robert.  Dammit, she had to use the proper name. No one ever called him Robert unless he was in trouble. Hell, he doubted Desire even knew that was what Hob was short for. He took a few steps away, and dialed Dream’s number. 

“...Not that I’m not happy to hear from you, Hob, but whyever are you calling?”

“Call or text your sibling, let them know I’m stuck in the lobby of their apartment.” 

There was a moment of silence, the slight crackling of the line the only noise as Dream absorbed the request. “...You cannot be stuck there. You’ve got your ID.”

“We’re not married, yet, love, so my name means nothing to those that care. And when she buzzed up to check with Desire, she just said Robert. Not Hob, not even Mr. Gadling–which, I think Desire would have recognized. Just Robert.” 

The wince was practically audible. “You poor darling. I shall inform my sibling of your arrival. Are you prepared to withstand the indignities of being addressed by your full name further? Desire will weaponize it now that they know it.”

“I don’t suppose I have a choice?”

“None.” There was very much a low rumble in his voice, notes of wry amusement that avoided coming out as laughter. 

“Damn.” Hob smiled lightly even as he said it. “Alright, I’ll let you go so you can pester your sibling on my behalf. We’ll see you when we get home.”

“Alright. I love you. Tell Orpheus I love him, as well.”

“I will. I love you, too.” He hung up.

Exactly three minutes later, the intercom crackled to life once more. “You didn’t say it was Robert Gadling, Brenda. My brother’s paramour is always welcome~” 

Paramour, huh? Well, at least he was welcomed. 

@domaystic

crossposted to AO3

[toffeeteapot]

Get ready for bed with sleepy little roo!! 💤

[laurenovercalifornia]

[usefulquotes7]

You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes. A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh