#rip little buddy

[oysters-aint-for-me]

Hamish the cat!

[torse]

[harveybwabbit92]

I might not post much today, this morning I woke up and Found my 13 year old cat has passed away in his sleep. I've just been sitting around crying and processing. Sorry.

[disgustipates]

[artichokefartichoke]

[cocopurplepompom]

Sad stuff under cut

So my guinea pig, Al, died yesterday, after a long and comfortable life.

He was more my brothers' s or my parent's pet than mine, since I have a snake of my own, but it's still a blow to lose him.

We got him and his brother Percy during Lockdown and they've been a constant in our lives for a while. The living room is gonna feel so empty and quiet without their enclosure taking up half of it.

We buried him in the garden where he liked to eat the grass, under a rose bush.

Goodbye, Al. You were a warm and fluffy source of comfort to my family when we needed you, rest in piece. <3

[sexuallyactivepopes]

had to euthanize one of my isopods b/c of stuck shed and i feel a lot worse about it than i probably should

[aspirationsxarexmotivations]

They have their moments

When he slept too hard he used to smoosh his face up with bed head

I've been seeing a lot of crusty little dog positivity lately and I respect it. More people should get them, they're really the only genre of dog genuinely bred for companionship. But let's be real; they are hideous. I'm so sorry but shih-tzus look like a rug someone left bunched up soaking wet in a corner to grow mildew, but with bulging goopy eyeballs and a brachycephalic wheeze. I don't mean when they're elderly, they look wretched as soon as they leave puppyhood. Great personality, they're good little dogs and all, but it can't be denied that they're ugly as sin.

[cinnamonsikwate]

chilchuck spends the entirety of his daughters' visit hovering suspiciously between them and a certain dwarf. when it's time for the girls to go home and no proposals have been made, he breathes a sigh of relief — awkward coworker x family member romance route narrowly avoided!

a couple weeks later meijack shows back up unannounced, backpack laden with tools and thigh-high boots looking uncharacteristically spiffy. bewildered and betrayed, chilchuck rounds on a clueless senshi, only freezing mid-swear when meijack interrupts to ask after namari's whereabouts.

the last thing he remembers thinking is, "shit, i forgot about the other dwarf!" before promptly blacking out.

[hansoeii]

I'm very much not normal about loki and mobius right now

[roychewtoy]

L TO THE (D)OG

[figs-oliomedley]

;<;

in memoriam 👜 

[thegreatyin]

ive officially entered the stage of OC brainrot where i start putting him in outfits for fun and (zero) profit

[becausebuckley]

where the lovelight gleams chapter 2: presents on the tree | 4.8k

in which chris decorates cookies, eddie learns about a local legend, and buck wants to see a falling star.

another day in winterberry glade for @911countdowntochristmas day 8, holiday party! even though i ended up pushing the actual party back to chapter 3, whoops. they still talk about it though, so i think it counts lol

“Oh, hey,” a familiar voice says from their other side. “Good morning, guys.” Eddie turns around. His breath catches in his throat. There, standing behind the counter, is Buck, looking like he stepped straight out of a Christmas card. His blue eyes are sparkling with warmth and mirth, crinkling at the corners as he grins at them. He’s wearing a forest green apron dusted with flour, and there’s a smudge of red frosting on his cheek that Eddie has to resist the urge to wipe away. Buck’s hair is slightly mussed, as if he’s been running his hands through it, and there’s a candy cane tucked behind his ear like a pencil. The sleeves of his red and white checkered flannel shirt are rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms dusted with a light layer of blonde hair, tattoos twining around his skin. Eddie finds his eyes trailing up to Buck’s broad shoulders, noticing how the fabric stretches just so across his chest, the apron looking like it’s struggling to keep all of him contained. “Buck!” Christopher exclaims, his face lighting up like he’s just seen Santa himself. Buck’s grin widens. He’s holding a tray of freshly baked gingerbread men, their spicy aroma mingling with the scent of baked goods already permeating the air. “Hey, buddy,” Buck says, setting the tray down on a nearby table. He comes forward and crouches in front of Christoper, making sure that they’re on a level height. “Are you here to decorate some cookies?”

read the full chapter on ao3 here!

[stanleyoff7th]

jonas brodin career high 33 minutes. i dont want to hear a single goddamned thing from anybody about trading him or not resigning him in the next couple of seasons

[glamfellens]

time 2 assault moonrise towers. if jaheira dies then i cant reload because of honour mode lmao!!