#she got fat for Christmas hehehe

[paintedpawz]

Me: I got new gel pens for Christmas! :D what should I draw first??

My brain: DRAW TUMMY NOW!!!!

So I decided to draw my fursona with my accurate bodybuild as im getting more confident in drawing her bigger. I might make this an actual drawing, but for now, it was a fun warmup!

[anothertimdrakestan]

Damijon Christmas Present!

FOR THE DAMIJON SECRET SANTA I HAD... @nymph-patt

dear nymph:

hi love! i haven’t written in a fat minute and i’m a little rusty so bear with me hehehe. i hope you have a wonderful holiday season! all my love -elle!

I’ve got a fluff christmas fic and a lil headcanon for ya! 

Merry Stress-mas

“You can’t plan Christmas like a battle strategy Dami,” Jon groaned as Damian wheeled a whiteboard into their living room. “Actually, I’ve found it to be quite similar. Pay attention Kent, I know sticking to the plan has never been your strong suit.” Damian’s foot was tapping like crazy, Jon noted his clear anxiousness- needless to say Damian wasn’t the holiday type. Makes it a million times harder when it’s your first Christmas together as a couple. 

*super-couple. 

Jon gasped as Damian flipped the whiteboard like a school teacher, revealing meticulously drawn out plans mapped in expo-marker. “We start with my family, we stay until Jason is ten shots in, after that Christmas always becomes a nightmare so we head out. With your super speed it’ll be only an 14 minutes 37 second trip to your family where we stay for the majority of the night. At the end you rush us back to Gotham to console Dick after Bat-Christmas fails as always. Our emergency word is tyrannosaurus should anything go wrong at the drop we flee. Any questions?” Damian was flying through the plans, pointing at bulleted lists and analyzing possible flaws. 

Jon took a deep breath, a smile creeping over his face. “I didn’t think you’d care so much about our first Christmas together with our families, it’s kind of sweet.” Lazily he reached for Damian, clinging to his back while Dami shook his head, mumbling as he edited the board. “Not really our first Christmas Kent and I definitely do not care about family tt,” Jon didn’t reply, he just smiled into the crook of Damian’s neck.

“Our suits bring down our aerodynamic potential so I’ve taken the liberty of adjusting our arrival time to 15 minutes 43 seconds. Does that sound accurate?” Jon hummed in response as he straightened Damian’s tie, it was already perfect but he’d take any excuse to get closer to Dami. “Ready my love?” Jon glanced at Damian who was checking his watch. “Yes.” Damian responded, absent mindedly clasping Jon’s hand as they made their way to the mansion. 

“DAMI’S HERE!” Steph’s screech announced. She was hanging off the banister as she stole popcorn pieces from the massive tree. “Wonderful- Miss Brown I must ask you don’t eat the decorations tonight, have some festivity,” Alfred shook his head as he made his way to Jon. “Magnificent of you to join us Master Kent, I assume you will also be heading to your family’s festivities as well?” Jon opened his mouth but Damian answered first. “Yes Pennyworth, we plan on just saying for hors devours,” his curt reply brought a knowing smile to Alfred’s lips. “Always planned with you Master Damian,” his accent was playful making Jon chuckle. 

Dick descended the stairs, Damian groaned at his bright green and red striped suit, Jon couldn’t help but laugh either. “Hellllooo super boyfriends! Are-You-Readyyyy-For-Tonight!” Dick practically skipped towards the two, pulling them into a tight hug before Damian could slip away. “We won’t be long Grayson we must attend the Kent family Christmas too,” Damian nodded curtly, shifting closer to Jon who got the message and moved forward into the living room. 

“Actually, where are all the bat-siblings? And where did Steph run off to?” Jon noticed no one was around but Alfred who was preparing something delicious in the kitchen. Dick began chuckling, a devilish smile spreading across his face. “Oh, everyone is down in the batcave. C’mon.” Damian looked taken-aback but Jon was never to shocked by batfamily-antics. 

The two followed Dick to the secret door. “Now, we heard from a little super birdy [Dick winked at Jon who was now openly grinning] that you were a little nervous about having to deal with two Christmas’ this year, so we felt it’d be easier for everyone if we just-” Dick popped open the door to a winter wonderland of a batcave. A large table was put out, filled with their family members. “Merry Christmas!” A chorus of laughter broke out as Damian’s jaw dropped. 

At the table were the batfam, Kents, and even a couple speedsters littered around. All were laughing and smiling at one another. It was the biggest family gathering Jon has seen ever. “No need for crazy plans my love, just enjoy tonight with everyone,” Jon whispered to Damian as he scanned the room. “I- How did you- Thank you,” Damian settled on the last words of praise for the wonderful man who made every single day better. “No need for thanks, I’d get you the world if you wanted it, but for now let’s have a very Merry Christmas!” Jon took off towards his family and Damian would help but feel the corners of his lips betray him with a smile. Heart full he made his way down to his family.

“JASON DO NOT FLIRT WITH KARA SHE’S OFF LIMITS!”

“WALLY DID YOU EAT ALL THE COOKIES ALREADY?”

“BRUCE, CLARK, STOP FIGHTING OVER WHO GOT THE OTHER THE BETTER GIFT. YOU’RE BOTH RICH!”

very merry indeed. 

~

Okay so I haven’t absorbed much batfam content at all for weeks so hopefully my spin on the HC is still cute : )

I don’t think Jon gets enough credit for how observant he is. 

Too often Jon is forgotten, the second super boy, the sidekick, the boyfriend, the man who left everyone for space. 

It’s true, technically. But Jon is so keen at reading those around him, especially the un-readable Damian Wayne that I would argue it’s a super skill in of itself.

He gets it from his mother you know, Superman was always a little dense, but, though no one believes it, he always had Lois to help him out. Too often the quieter, smarter, more analytical side gets forgotten and that’s no different with Jon. His friends don’t see the way he checks up on them, taking in their facial expressions and reading them to know the right thing to say at the right time to help them out. They don’t realize he spent whole days memorizing their heart beats and their breaths to know if they’re ever in peril. And they don’t see the way he looks at them so fondly, beyond grateful they’re in his life.

Lois sees it.

She saw it when Jon met Damian. 

A young boy mesmerized by the wittiness and strength in the human boy. The greatest irony, the Superboy more human than the murder weapon now called “Robin”. But the two hit it off almost instantly- though Damian may not agree to that last bit. 

Lois knew Jon adored Damian, every deep red was “Robin Red” every Wayne Ent. building they walked past brought up stories of his adventures with the youngest Wayne, every Justice League trip meant begging for his dad to send him to Gotham for the weekend while he was out. He was young, but Lois knew a pair of soulmates when she saw them. 

There were these nights when they were teens. Jon would burst out of bed and rush to his mother. He never needed to say anything. There was this look in his eyes, Damian needs me. “Go” she’d always whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead thinking back to when Clark would do the same for her. 

She remembers the frantic December weeks Jon spent toiling on Damian’s Christmas gift. “What do I give a trillionaire who has the world?” Jon would whine and mope around the house for any semblance of inspiration. 

Your heart Jon, all he wants is your love. Lois always thought to herself, she was quite aware of the two boy’s growing infatuation with each other, her husband was always slower in the “feelings” department and if he was slow she imagined Bruce was a damn sloth. So, she let the boys feel safe in her presence. Damian slowly spent more time at her home when Clark was out, she grew to have a sort of friendship with Damian. He’d comment on whatever news article she recently wrote, endure a three second reply and be on his way. She was always astounded at how up to date he was on all her pieces. 

Lois was always proud of the love Jon showed Damian. She’d be the first to tell Bruce he needed to hug his damn kids, but there was a special kind of caring Jon held only for Damian. A love woven only for the two of them. Like an invisible string linking them no matter where in the universe the other was at, there was a friendship, a kindness, a passion, a love.

Overtime, Jon’s analysis of Damian led him to his own feelings. And over an even longer period of time Damian discovered his own. Jon never stopped caring, he never stopped worrying, and he never stopped loving. 

Those, are the parts of Superman that Damian, and the world, need most. 

~

Merry Christmas! <3

[birdy-rps]

The camera shifts slightly ad her face comes into view. Checking the settings one more time she smiles and waves to the camera,

"Hi! Today we are going to go through the various creatures I own and how I got them! Now, while I own an aviary, many of the birds just visit momentarily and then return home either to their owner or they are relocated to a proper habitat after rehabilitation. I own around 9 different birds, 2 different reptiles, one amphibian, one arachnid and 5 mammals."

She turns the camera around, showing her walking to a door. The door opens to reveal what appears to be a animal paradise, different glass domes showcasing brilliant fauna from different ecosystems. The first dome she walks into appears to be a north American forest, and the camera shows her sliding a thick leather glove onto her hand.

"First up, let's meet Arthur. Arthur is a Male great horned owl, who used to be a pet until his owners got tired of him. Instead of bringing him straight to a place like mine, they just let him out into the wild, leaving him defenseless and vulnerable to predators. He had no idea how to hunt for himself and hardly flew around unless he wanted to perch."

She makes a whistle noise and theres a barely there sound of flapping as a large owl swoops from the trees and lands on her gloved hand. The owl settles himself and preens lightly under the view of the camera.

"He was given to me by someone who found him practically starving to death out in the woods. I taught him how to fly and how to hunt by using treats whenever he did it well, but since he had been a pet most his life he refuses to leave and thus cannot be rehabilitated. He's very friendly and behaves well around all age groups so he is one of my best models for photographs when I go to teach kids about animals"

Raising her hand and making another whistle noise, Arthur flies off into the trees. Moving to another patch of trees, She reaches into a bag at her side and pulls out a small piece of raw cubed beef, clutching it between her thumb and index within the large glove. She makes a high pitched scree noise and a more noticable flapping noise is heard from directly in front. A gyrfalcon swoops down and lands on her hand, quickly gobbling down the beef.

"This is Fawkes, my gyrfalcon. Hes about 8 years old, and came to me about a year and a half ago, suffering from an injured foot. He was given to me by a retired falconer and very quickly got used to being pampered because of his injury and prefers to stay in the aviary where he can stretch his wings whenever he pleases but still get attention."

Raising her hand like she did with Arthur, Fawkes flies off into the trees. Taking the large glove off, she flips the camera to face her again,

"Those were my north American birds, now on to my tropical species"

There's a jump cut and now Sarah is shown standing in an area of lush fauna, two different species of macaws on her shoulders. The one on her left shoulder is a scarlet macaw, the one on the right is a hyacinth macaw. Adjusting the microphone on the small headset, she introduces the pair,

"This is Bow, the scarlet macaw, and Beck, the hyacinth macaw. Both are around the same age, about 4 years old, and I got both from a rescue program after their habitats were destroyed due to logging companies. Both are very friendly and will attempt to take any buttons you happen to have on you, hence why I'm wearing a regular T shirt without buttons on it. They hang out here in the tropical dome with each other and anyone who happens to stop by, so they're never lonely"

The camera now shows her sitting on a low branch next to a toco toucan, the bird walking back and forth along the branch.

"This is Tulio, the toco toucan. He has been with me ever since he was a hatchling, his species being a very popular pet. He was the runt and was gifted to me by a very reliable avian breeder. He's very friendly and loves to eat fruit, and I often let those who pose with Tulio feed him a berry or two as a treat for good behavior."

Another jump cut and now she is standing holding a greater bird of paradise, the bird preening his feathers as he perched on her arm.

"This is Tico, the greater bird of paradise. He is about 3 years old, and loves being in the spotlight. I got him after he was injured in his habitat by some logging crew after he refused to leave. Since being brought to me, he has recovered fully but now thinks I am his mate and consistently performs a display to hopefully get me to accept his proposal."

She visibly sweatdrops as she mentions this before the scene changes to her opening the door to another dome, this one lacking very many trees and instead having tall Savannah grass. As soon as she closes the door, a pair of wings can be heard getting closer, and the moment she turns around, a large African crowned crane is standing in front of her.

"Oh! Hello Majesty, heheh. This is Majesty, my African crowned crane. She was gifted to me by a local zoo after she got involved in a pretty bad spat between her and another of their female cranes. She enjoys attention and pretty much demands the focus be on her at all times, and there has been one or two incidents of her pecking at someone who didnt give her the attention she wanted. Because of this, I rarely have her pose for photos, although she loves having her picture taken."

The scene cuts and now she has the camera pointed to a secretary bird, standing tall with his head feathers moving in the slight breeze. He steps toward the camera and pecks at it before Sarah moves the camera away, laughing softly,

"This is Jaques, my Male secretary bird. He has a habit of pecking at anything he can get his beak on, Haha. Despite that though, hes much more behaved than Majesty and thus I have more pictures of him. He tends to stand on people's shoulders if I have them crouch next to him. He was also given to me by a zoo as they needed more space for different animals they had received and had no where to put him. He enjoys being scratched under the beak and that's usually what he's asking for if he shoves his head in your hand."

The camera cuts again to show Sarah holding a large bearded vulture on her arm. He has bright orange pigment in his feathers.

"This is Steve, my bearded vulture, or lammergeier. Their diet is primarily bones, and they put pigment in their feathers to make them more intimidating. Steve prefers to be left alone and thus keeps to himself when I'm not around. I've had him for about 3 years now, after being injured by a trap someone had set. These fierce birds are captured and poisoned in acts of illegal persecution, and seldom make it out before the person who trapped them comes back to check their traps. And that's all of my personal avians!"

The view changes to being inside a fairly spacious room with terrariums lining the walls. She walks over to the closest one, opening it to show an African fat tailed gecko, carefully reaching her hand inside for the small reptile to crawl into her hand.

"This is Kiwi, my African fat tailed gecko. She's very friendly and her favorite place to sit is on people shoulders or head so she can get a good look around. Kiwi is an oreo morph, one of the rarer ones as this morph type is recessive. She likes to lick things and it feels very ticklish when she does, heheh. I've had her for about 2 years, and I got her for my birthday."

Placing Kiwi back into her tank, she moved down to another one, opening it and carefully removing a piebald python. The snake immediately slithered itself up to rest around her neck, causing Sarah to flip the camera view.

"This is Cookie, my piebald ball python, shes about 3 years old and was probably the best Christmas present I ever received! She enjoys curling around people's necks and she's extremely photogenic, she poses in just about every picture I've ever taken of her. And given how comfortable she is around my neck right now, I think itd be best if she stays there for the rest of the video."

There's a cut and the camera focuses on a black salamander with yellow spots, leisurely resting in a small pool of water.

"This is Mino, my black and yellow spotted salamander. I got him from my college professor who told me she couldnt take care of him anymore because of her new apartment having a strict no pets policy. He prefers to stay in his tank and it's best to not handle him because the oils from human hands could hurt him very badly. So most of the photos I have of him are of him in his tank."

The scene changes to show a large tarantula crawling on her hand. Sarah whispers softly into the microphone to avoid startling the arachnid,

"This is Luna, my rose haired tarantula. She is one of my oldest pets, being 13 years old. I've had her since I was in highschool and she's been with me through pretty much everything. She's very docile and is very okay with being handled but since she's so special to me I only let her take pictures with those I know personally."

Coming up to the last few minutes of the video, the camera shows two ferrets, a cat, and two dogs, playing next to a couch. Of the two ferrets, one is a dark eyed solid white and the other has a standard sable coat, and they seem to be playfully fighting over a toilet paper tube. The cat is a ragdoll and is leisurely resting in a patch of sun coming from the window. The smallest of. the two dogs is a pomsky, the larger being a albernese mountain dog.

"To end my video, I'm going to introduce you all to my five mammalian pets, Jinx and Greg the ferrets, Maria the ragdoll, Skye the pomsky and Kiba the albernese mountain dog. Out of the five, Maria is the oldest at 10 years old, Kiba coming in second at 5 years old. Jinx and Greg came from the same litter, both being 3 years old, Greg being the runt. And Skye is the youngest at 2 years old! I got all of them from reliable breeders and I cherish all of them dearly. And that concludes all my personal pets! Thank you for tuning in, see you next time!"

The video ends with a slideshow of various pictures of the animals with various people.

[birger-wuvs-elsa]

Better Fluffy Than Never

For Elsa Week, the last day...her birthday. ^w^ Not doing a prompt this time, because I actually have a cute idea for a little modern AU. ;3

@elsadailly

“Elsa! Elsa! ELSA!!!”

Elsa groaned as she rolled over in bed, a small smile on her face despite her annoyance at being woken. She’d just come into consciousness, and already the blonde knew exactly what was going on. She’d gone to bed last night with the very thought in mind of the many possible ways Elsa would find herself ambushed in the morning.

It was Christmas Day, after all...and Anna did stay the night in her sister’s apartment Christmas Eve...

Elsa pretty much set herself up for this.

Suddenly, a heavy weight plummeted onto Elsa’s side, a loud, only semi-pained groan let out by the blonde in response. She was now having flashbacks to their childhood, when a much younger, much lighter Anna would land on her sister almost every night. But oh, man...Anna was getting WAY too big for that.

“A-Anna, geez louise fetticheese, get off!” Elsa yelled, half-laughing, as she turned to push the giggling redhead off. “You’re getting way too old, and definitely way too heavy for this!”

Anna pouted and crossed her arms, the act compromised by the quiver in her lips that betrayed the laughter she was suppressing. “Are you calling me fat on Christmas morning?”

Elsa massaged her assaulted side, and raised an eyebrow at her sister. “Are you trying to collapse my ribcage on Christmas morning?”

A brief staring contest ensued, but Elsa’s patience combined with her sharp, still raised eyebrow, quickly defeated her younger sister. Anna averted her gaze and deflated, sound effects included. Elsa melted before the silly act and laughed, before she sat up and swung her legs off the side of her bed.

“You win this round, Elsa, but just watch...I’m going to win the next one!”

Elsa looked back over her shoulder at Anna, raised yet another eyebrow, and chuckled. “You’re making it sound like you’re challenging me to a WWE rematch.”

As Anna rolled her eyes and smiled, Elsa stood and made her way to the closet. The redhead made to leave the room and give her sister time to dress herself, but stopped in the doorway. A mischievous grin arose on her face, as it just occurred to Anna what her sister had yelled when the redhead had landed on her side. That wasn’t something Elsa normally said, but Anna knew exactly where she got it from...

And thus, received a glorious, ornery opening...

“Oh Elsa, I’ll be sure to let Nikolai know she’s influenced you enough you use her phrases! She’ll definitely get a kick out of it, hehehe.”

Anna ducked just in time, as a sock hit the doorframe where her head had previously been.

“DON’T YOU DARE.”

Before any further retaliation could commence, Anna scurried away, giggling like a maniac as she went to her guest room to prepare herself. She’d woken up and immediately made for her sister’s room, didn’t even waste a second upon waking. Now, the pair got themselves around before they made their way out of the apartment complex. The previous sibling warfare put behind them (for now), the sisters drove their way to breakfast.

It was at their favorite spot for a morning meal, and they enjoyed every second of it. Even if the time was somewhat bittersweet, as the restaurant had been cherished by their late parents as well. But a 13-year long estranged hiatus had kept them from the place for far too long, and when the sisters had first returned to it, were beyond thrilled to acquaint themselves with the new management.

The restaurant’s new owner was a lovely young black woman named Tiana, who’d taken the place back from the less-than-stellar former owners who’d taken it from her father. Tiana’s father had been the owner when Elsa and Anna came as children with their parents, so their return so many years later was made all the better when the brilliant chef told her tale.

That very talent greeted them herself when the pair arrived Christmas morning, and had even reserved them a table. Elsa was hesitant at first, since the place was fairly busy, but Tiana would have none of it. Anna merely expressed her utmost gratitude, and quickly ordered her favorite, Elsa not far behind.

The blonde couldn’t help but notice Anna seemed distracted as they had their meal. She kept glancing intermittently at her phone, and sometimes picked it up to make a reply, before she sat it back down and the cycle continued. Even during conversations between the two, either while she was being the listener or speaker, Anna would still switch focus between her sister and her phone.

Elsa remained patient until, finally, Anna trailed off mid-sentence to frown at her phone and quickly make a reply.

“Anna, is something going on? You keep looking at your phone, even during conversations...nothing’s wrong, right?”

Anna looked up so quickly, eyes wide, Elsa was worried she’d hurt her neck.

“Oh! No, oh no, nothing’s wrong! Everything’s fine, totally fine, it’s just, uh...umm...”

The redhead trailed off as she pursed her lips, cleary trying to think of what to say. The longer the silence, the more confused and worried Elsa became. Only a moment later, Anna looked back up at her, cheery smile back in place.

“It’s Kristoff being silly and teasing me again, everything’s A-okay, I promise.”

Elsa held Anna’s gaze for a while longer, waiting to see if the redhead was going to break and reveal some secret. But the redhead remained resolute and cheery, and Elsa decided to let it go as she sighed.

“Okay, if you say so...now, what was that you were going to say? About the pizza man?”

Anna chuckled as she remembered the earlier conversation. “Oh yeah, right, so the guy tripped, falling into my doorway, the pizzas go flying—”

After breakfast, and a quick impromptu gift exchange prompted by Tiana—which left all three girls giddy and hugging before they parted away—the pair returned to Elsa’s apartment to get ready for the rest of their day. Anna continued to watch her phone and send the occasional reply, but informed her sister of no issue or dilemma, so Elsa continued to let the subject lie. While still slightly worried, mostly confused, and just a teensy bit annoyed, Elsa chose to trust her sister and leave it be.

Once the quick stop at Elsa’s place was accomplished, the sisters drove their way to a Christmas party their friends were having. With the backseat of Elsa’s car packed with gifts for their companions, and a few foods secure in Anna’s lap (as insecure as that may seem), they made their way to the rendezvous. It was a fairly lengthy drive, but before long Elsa pulled them into the vast parking area in front of a grand house. Not quite a mansion, but definitely a more upscale residence, Elsa and Anna all but vibrated with excitement.

Luckily for the girls, a strapping, muscular specimen of gallantry appeared to help them carry stuff in. That of course being Goliath Thirion, who despite the odd name and large form, was a giant cinnamon roll who they met through Elsa’s partner, Nikolai. Nicknamed “Boron” by Nikolai—for reasons still a mystery, even after three years of friendship—the dark-skinned man had quickly become a good friend of the sisters as well.

The party went splendidly, a well past the afternoon and into the evening. Several hours were spent playing games, exchanging gifts, feasting on the food and drink that was brought, and of course, some dancing here and there. Even Nikolai had managed to show up, much to Elsa’s delight, and the couple had a lovely time together as well. But of course, not without Anna daring to actually tell Nikolai how her food-related curses had successfully spread to her sister. Said blonde of course chased down the redhead, who’d immediately fled the scene when Elsa shouted and Nikolai laughed.

After the party had begun to wind down, and guests slowly dispersed and returned to their own homes, Anna looked at her phone one more time. This time, a smile brighter than any she’d had before arose, and the redhead all but tackled her sister. Elsa had initially been having a nice conversation with Nikolai, when she heard her name called and once again, felt a familiar heavy weight strike her. Once the blonde managed to keep them from falling over, dutifully ignoring her partner’s giggles, Elsa turned to face Anna.

“All right, you have my attention, Anna! What is it?”

Anna jumped in place as she squealed. “We need to get to your place! Now! I’ve got something I really need to show you!”

Nikolai laid her head on Elsa’s shoulder and smiled at Anna. “Is it that thing you told me about last week?”

Elsa whipped her head around to stare incredulously at her partner, even as Anna giggled. “Yep! It’s finally here, I just gotta give it to her!”

“Hold on just a minute!” Elsa ordered as she lightly glared at Nikolai, whose head remained on her shoulder and who simply batted her eyelids at the blonde. “You were in on her shenanigans this whole time?”

Nikolai shrugged and removed her head. “No, not the whole time. She’s been planning this for months, I only knew about it when she brought it up to me last week.”

Elsa sighed and rolled her eyes, while the other girls merely giggled and high-fived.

After a quick slap on the shoulder and kiss goodbye, Elsa bid Nikolai farewell, and the two sisters left the building. Goliath helped them once more, this time with received presents and bequeathed leftovers. Both sisters gave him a grateful peck on opposite cheeks at the same time, causing the noble young man to blush and scurry back into the house. Giggling to themselves, the girls got in the car and made their way back to Elsa’s apartment; the blonde still confused and curious about her sister’s plans, and the redhead brimming with excitement over the upcoming reveal.

After what seemed an eternity to both girls—though for different reasons each—they finally returned to Elsa’s apartment complex.

As the blonde pulled her car into the lot, she frowned as she noticed a familiar vehicle nearby. It was Kristoff’s charcoal grey pickup truck, easily recognizable because only he would deck out his truck as reindeer-esque as possible this time of year, and still adhere to road rules. Elsa stopped her car into a space, put it into park, and glanced curiously at her sister.

“Would I be correct in assuming that Kristoff is in on this as well?”

Anna merely beamed at her before she all but leaped out of the car. Elsa sighed, figuring they’d get everything out of the car later as she followed. Albeit at a calmer pace, the blonde reached her apartment door to find Anna hopping in place beside it. It was quite the show of impatient patience, given that the redhead had her own copy of Elsa’s key...but still could not keep still.

At Anna’s unrestrained and continued beaming at her sister, Elsa merely rolled her eyes and unlocked the door.

As the pair entered the apartment, Anna scurried past her sister and yelled into its confines: “Kristoff! We’re here!”

Rustling and banging answered them, including a few muttered curses that were just barely legible. Elsa frowned, more worried than confused now, but found no answers in Anna’s expression, as the redhead remained beaming. How her sister’s face never froze that way, Elsa could never fathom. While she greatly cherished Anna’s cheerful demeanor, such constant smiling simply could not be good for you cheek muscles.

A noise brought Elsa’s attention to her bedroom door, where she just caught Kristoff say something through the closed door.

“In here, Anna! I’ve got everything ready, bring her in!”

Anna immediately squealed, and before she could react, grabbed Elsa’s hand and pulled her to the door. The blonde hardly had time to yelp in response to getting dragged, as by the time the action registered, she was standing before her bedroom door. Elsa shook her head to try and clear it after the abrupt motion, and lightly glared at her sister.

“Is this whole craziness finally reaching its climax, Anna? Because this is surely reaching ridiculous territory.”

Anna merely looked back at her and smiled, but this one was different. Elsa’s face went slack with surprise at the expression. This smile was so much softer, so much kinder, and she hadn’t seen that smile in a long time. This was Anna’s special smile, reserved for the moments that came to mean the most to the sisters. Elsa’s confusion and worry were swiftly quelled by that smile, and even more so as Anna gently took her sister’s hands in her own.

“Elsa, you know I love you, right? Even with all that’s happened, I love you oh so very much, and I’m eternally grateful we’re sisters again...”

Not only did the redhead’s words get Elsa teary-eyed, but seeing that Anna was having the same effect on herself only made it worse. With a soft chuckle, Elsa pulled her sister into a hug that was quickly returned. The pair embraced each other tightly for a while, simply revelling in being able to do this again, before they pulled apart.

“I do, Anna, I do know that. I love you too, and I still can’t believe this is our life again.” Elsa sighed, and shook her head vigorously to dispel the tears that still threatened. “But enough of the mushiness, you had something to show me?”

Anna’s smile grew brighter as she released one of Elsa’s hands, and used the now free one to open the bedroom door. She slowly pushed it open, and pulled Elsa inside behind her. The blonde looked to her bed and immediately noticed Kristoff sitting on it, something large wrapped in a blanket on her lap. Elsa tilted her head curiously at it, and narrowed her eyes at Kristoff’s smirk.

“Hey there, Ice Block, are you ready?”

Elsa glared at him. “I told you to stop calling me that, now what i–”

She was cut off by a squeaky whine, and was startled to see the blanketed mass wriggle in Kristoff’s grip. The burly man kept a secure hold on it, however, and Elsa didn’t fail to notice he handled it very gently. Anna walked up and stood beside him, laying a hand on the mass and...petting it? The mass stilled beneath Anna’s hand, and Elsa could’ve sworn she heard more whining.

“Anna...Kristoff...what is this?”

The pair met each other’s eyes, smiled, and watched Elsa closely as they simultaneously unfolded the blanket.

Elsa immediately gasped, hands flying to cover her face as she teared up once more. On Kristoff’s lap, shaking itself heartily after being freed...was a puppy! Or, a small dog? No, it was a puppy, its features were too chubby and youthful, its paws too big for its body and ears and eyes too big for its face. The little beasty was a terribly fluffy one, and the shake from being freed only made it poof out more. The pup was almost pure white, the only marking on it a silver stripe starting between its eyes, going up its head, and all the way down its back to where the tail met the rear.

It looked almost exactly like the dog she’d grown up with, living with her father all those years ago...

The little puppy huffed, as if to sigh in relief from being freed, before it looked up and noticed Elsa. The beasty tilted its head as it regarded her, before it gave a happy yip and launched off of Kristoff’s lap. Elsa immediately fell to her knees; partially in shock from realizing this was actually happening, mostly so she could hold out her arms for the puppy to jump into. She hugged the pup as tight as she dared, and the little white fluffball happily snuggled back.

Elsa felt more than heard Kristoff’s exit, half-hearing something about dealing with the contents in Elsa’s car. She then felt Anna kneel down next to her, and barely managed to get herself to pull her head away from the pup’s soft white fur. Anna smiled gently at her once her tear-streaked face came into view, and carefully hugged the blonde without disturbing the puppy. Elsa kept her hold on the pup, but leaned into the hug, nuzzling her head to her sister to make up for the lack of arms.

“H-how–how did, did you, d-d-did you find hi-him?” Elsa stammered out, trying and failing to keep her joyous crying from affect her voice.

Anna merely squeezed her a little tighter before she responded. “Ever since you showed me those pictures of Fenris, and after Nikolai told me you’d been thinking about the old dog a lot lately, well... I started hunting down places breeding or sheltering dogs for months. Nikolai wasn’t kidding earlier, this took a while, I had to do a lot of hunting. But I finally found a puppy that resembled papa’s dog, and...uhmmm...”

Anna pulled back, and Elsa tilted her head once she noticed the sheepish lip-bite, and how the redhead was avoiding her gaze.

“What is it?” Elsa inquired softly.

Anna cleared her throat and shrugged, “I had hoped to get this little guy to you for your birthday...that’s why Nikolai knew about it last week, I um... I might’ve gone crying to her when I heard something about this puppy here getting sold to someone else. I was so heartbroken, I thought I’d come so close only fail you, but...”

As Anna trailed off again, Elsa carefully adjusted the puppy in her grip—who growled cutely in annoyance before snuggling harder—to hold one of her sister’s hands.

“It’s okay, Anna. Cleary you got him in the end, and I trust Nikole did her best to console you. How did you end up getting him anyway?”

Anna chuckled and shrugged again, finally looking back up at Elsa. “Funny you should ask, turns out the man who tried to get the pup first trained dogs for illegal dogfights. The cops found out just in the nick of time, keeping this poor guy from ending up there and freeing the dogs the many already had. Once little puppo here returned to the shelter that had them, bless their hearts, they immediately calmed me with the good news.”

Anna giggled again, taking a moment to ruffle the pup’s fur before she continued. “Bless Kristoff too, he was willing to spend all of today driving out there to rescue our new friend and bring him back. Thank goodness his family celebrates Yule and not Christmas, since that happens over twelve whole days, it gave him the free time to do this for us.”

Elsa snuggled the pup again, rubbing her face in his fur and just enjoying every second. The pup seemed to be just as pleased, only complaining if he thought Elsa was going to stop hugging him. The blonde stood, puppy still in hold, and walked out of her room to the kitchen. Anna followed in tow, and giggled as she watched her sister carefully place the pup on the counter.

“Now you sit still, you hear me?” Elsa asked of the little beasty, who almost seemed to nod as he sat his fluffy butt on the counter and yipped at her.

As the blonde rummaged through her fridge, Anna spoke, “This little guy is actually kind of a mutt, the shelter who had him said when they got the blood test, it was shocking. I guess this little guy is...”

Anna trailed off as she listed the breeds off on her fingers. “Siberian Husky...Chow Chow...Rhodesian Ridgeback is in there somewhere...I guess he’s got some Jack Russell Terrier, don’t ask me how...oh, yeah, and some German Shepherd.”

Elsa walked back up to the puppy and rubbed the side of his face as she baby-talked him. “You’re a little mixed up, aren’t you? That’s all right, that just makes you special, like a wittle fewocious snowflake.”

The puppy seemed very excited to hear that, his little tail wagging a mile a minute and a big smile on his face. Elsa kissed the top of the pup’s head, and held up a piece of a meat stick Kristoff had given them after he came back from hunting last month. The puppy wasted no time in accepting the treat, gobbling up the piece from Elsa’s open palm and going to town on it. Elsa giggled at the “vicious beast”, and wasted no time in walking over to Anna and hugging her again, Anna quickly returning the favor.

“Thank you, Anna...thank you so much for him...”

Anna smiled and rubbed her sister’s back. “It’s fine, I’m just sorry he couldn’t have been here for your birthday.”

Elsa gave her a squeeze and shook her head. “It’s fine, it wasn’t your fault...better fluffy than never.”

Anna giggled, “Yeah, better fluffy...happy birthday, Elsa.”

Elsa smiled, and hugged Anna just a little tighter, the redhead returning the vigor. A squeaky, high-pitched howl from the kitchen counter sent both girls into giggle fits, however, as they pulled apart. The blonde went up to the little singer and picked him up, holding him close again as he snuggled her back.

“So...” Anna drawled as she meandered up to the pair. “What’cha gonna name him?”

Elsa held out the little beasty, the pup staring at her blue eyes with his own bright blues.

“He’ll be...”

The puppy barked, and growled as he ferociously pawed the air.

Elsa giggled as she hugged him again and closed her eyes.

“Birger...”

[loveaningenue]

Taylor Swift’s 2005-2006 MySpace Comments

Taylor’s alleged MySpace comments in a chronological order from 2005 to 2006. (Time of posts on 24h). Pictures of the comments were too blurry, so I didn’t add, but if needed, I have them saved in a file if anyone needs proof. 

NB: All the comments are replies to unknown posts by her friends, so the context is unknown. 

Sep 3, 2005 13:08

I am obsessed with you.

If you look out your window and down the street about 200 yards, you may see a big white van parked on the street. I am inside the van with a telescope and computer. Just trying to catch a glimpse of kelsey dammmnnn morris.

haha. end of story.

Sep 5, 2005 1:37

AWWWW brittany I miss you so much. And yes, I can verify that you do know every word to that song. I love you for it. :-) . Prom was incredible and thankyou so much for everything you’re ever done in the past to make me feel welcome into that whole group. You have always been so nice to me. Thankyou for everything. You may not have noticed but it really meant a lot to me. 

Sep 6, 2005 3:26

LACEY LACEY LACEY

I’m in love with you.

There’s no other way around it.

hehe

Sep 10, 2005 2:01

Pretty girl.

I could away twenty and knock on your door and ask you how you’ve been...

But I think I’ll just sit here and type it. Tell me how you’ve been, child. taylor

Sep 11, 2005 21:09

I have the same name as your boyfriend.

Therefore I am better than everyone and you should like me more.

taylor

Sep 14, 2005 20:43

HOMECOMINGQUEENHOMECOMINGQUEENHOMECOMINGQUEENHOMECOMINGQUEEN

{haha i love you and your pretty crown}

taylor

Sep 18, 2005 11:56

Kelsey’s awesome. And got best smile. And should have gotten everything else. Hahah iloveyou

Sep 17, 2005 11:30

uhhh..

“I shot some guy with a flare gun” -sahara

best line ever.

Sep 21, 2005 23:26

WE NEED ONE MORE SCANTRON

Sep 30, 2005 17:06

I have one word for you.

Chorttle.

{bitch}

Oct 11, 2005 23:13

Everybody watch Kelsey’s scrolling pictures of her friends until you get the one of shelby.

Her boobs look AMAZING.

hahahahahahaha

Oct 18, 2006 16:36

RELINQUISH THIS TOME FOOLERY YOU ELFISH KNAVE.

- a prime example of the shit we OUGHT to learn in English class.

Oct 31 2005 8:12

i read your complaining comment about how your not abigails tip 8. well, how could you be? I’M THERE. TAKING YOUR SPOT HAHAhAHAHA. (evil laugh, you know the drill). Well, anyway, listen my queer fellow. I thinketh we shall hangeth out sometime soon, eh? yes, i do believe i am growing fond of this idea. drive over in your sex van and come pick me up. farewell knave. -T-

Nov 6, 2005 0:03

If you were a guy I’d probably date you.

Just a friendly reminder

<3

Nov 26, 2005 17:54

My darling.

18 days till I get my license and  I think we’ll gave to go out in the hummer and shoot people we hate with a paintball gun out the passenger side window.

Abigail and I have been planning this for a while.

You should totally come.

We hear you have good aim.

lovelovelove -T-

Nov 26, 2005 21:50

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

{i like your headline}

and yes, I do.

lovelovelove -T-

Dec 4, 2005 22:07

Here’s a little limerick for you to solve while I waste my life away on the couch with a godforsaken migraine that is threatening my life eating ice cream out of the gallon container watching war of worlds wondering why I was fat as a 10-year-old and not cute like dakota fanning and thinking, “hey, this wouldn’t’t be so bad, everything getting blown to shit and half the world dying.. Life pretty much sucks anyway.”

I don’t want what I can get.

I fuck up what i had so i shouldn’t want it

I want what doesn’t want me Therefore I can’t get it Therefore I can’t be happy Therefore I sit in class writing notes t my equally psychotic redheaded best friend about how to achieve ultimate happiness when honestly we’re just dreamers because no one is ever permanently happy.

I have blonde hair and my name rhymes with sailor.

What am I?

Oh, fuck. It’s me.

Have an equally joyous night fa la la i love christmas

-T-

Dec 16, 2005 2:59

I’m Grant Motherfucking Wood.

I do what I want

and say the word “durr”.

iloveyoubutnotsomuchgrantwood hehehe -T-

Dec 21, 2005 0:17

I’m in England and this whole country is weird.

They’re all weird. Except for me. Who, as you know, is completely normal. 

Hey man we need to hang out when I get back. How about we combine me, my car, grant wood’s house, shelby, ally, some boys, lily and perhaps whitley, some drinks because you might get thirsty, and new year’s eve.

yeeeaahhhhhh

-T-

Dec 28, 2005 14:57

Just a little reminder to you that, even though the semester may be over..

I’m still quite obsessed with you.

haha fuck sewing machines.

lovelovelove -T-

Dec 28, 2005 

WOW I LOVE YOUR PICTURES

( i haven’t been on here in a while and technology alone fascinates me)

Hey I love you and now I know exactly where your house is, and also that Grant Wood plays guitar? Yes, he does. 

Why?

Because he’s Grant Motherfucking Wood, That’s why.

We’re hanging out New Years and I’m driving the Hummer and it will be amazing.

-T-

PS: Hi, Kelsey’s mom!

Dec 29, 2005 2:44

Lil’ Kels.

hahahhaha

I looove love love your new pictures. You are pretty, 

You’re right.. you better watch out.

Because I do what I want.

-T-

Jan 4, 2006 22:37

IM ONE OF KELSEYS BEST FRIENDS HA HA HA HA HA HA.

I’m sorry. Now that I said that I’m probably going to get kicked off the list for disorderly conduct or just simply being a loser in a public place such as the internet. 

But just to let you know. That’s pretty freakin awesome. lovelovelove -T-

Jan 8, 2006 8:53

My name is Taylor. I am not clingy. I do not want a boyfriend.

I do not show signs of wanting a boyfriend.

I do not make hints leading on to the fact that I may want a boyfriend.

So how, tell me, on EARTH is it possible for someone confuse this issue and IGNORE me because they don’t want a girlfriend.

(%(* ..)%([IOJENTI..OWI$...]WO -T-

Jan 10, 2006 0:30

Umm how about DONT listen to addie.

That’s like the most amusing picture I’ve ever seen.

Take it down?

I think not.

Jan 18, 2006 0:14

JORDAN YOU IDIOT.

The term is quite obviously FEM-bots.

Not THEM-bots..

I don’t know what goes in your clouded mind sometimes..

maybe I’m just too sexy and it distracts you. mmm i think i am correct. -T-

Jan 18, 2006 0:16

Oh P.S.

Boys with your name are not exactly as great as you.

I have had much experience with them lately.

hahaha and their girlfriends get mad ;-)

Feb 4, 2006 21:01

THAT PICTURE OF ME UP AT THE TOP IS GROSS.

THAT IS SICK TAKE IT DOWN.

It serves NO purpose other than to make me look FUGLY.

I want it off NOW.

but i loove you

Feb 5, 2006 8:14

Guess who as a thing for you.

The hottest guy in the world.

Whats the mixture of a tiger and a lion?

A WHORE.

think about it.

Feb 28, 2006 5:30

“I definitely just deep-throated the lollipop.”

Hey little girl.. do you want to know a seeker-ett?

hahaha thanks for helping me with my computer troubles. I know you bend many way for me. i like dat.

Mar 21, 2006 7:54

“Kelsey y dont u just LEAVE US ALONE.

WE R TRYIN 2B HAPPY. OMGGGGGG.”

hahahah. See, I had to write the original message with punctuations and vowels-- but I had to translate into the way SHE would write it.

But she’s not immature. She’s just not fond of correct spelling.

i love you -T-

Apr 5, 2006 7:51

LoL i KnOw!!

ExcLamAtiOn PoIntS aRe THIRD GrAdErS !! !! !!

(also notice this super cool signature I’m going to add in to the ending of this comment)

::sWiFt::

hahahah

Apr 22, 2006 18:39

PUT UP PROM PICTURES!!!!!!!!!!

And as soon as I get my laptop back, I’ll be leaving you a certain picture that I think you’ll like.

Because a certain girl might see it. lovelovelove -T-

Apr 23, 2006 14:19

(Picture)

(Picture)

(Picture)

(This is you quite obviously staring at my boobs)

Apr 24, 2006 17:56

Lyrics we live by:

And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time I want what’s your and I want what’s mine

I want YOU, but I’m not giving  giving in this time.

haha i love you you’re really pretty. -T-

Apr 30, 2006 19:33

Kelsey.

I love you and I’m sorry about all the “distance”.

Distance = stupid and unnecessary.

Dude. The truth us, i miss you. Starbucks tomorrow? 

May 2, 2006 22:10

Yeah, I remember I have that photoshoot today and tomorrow. Well, its good to know I was missed. haha. Speaking of missed, I really wish you didn’t work so much because I wanted to hang out today.

lovelovelove -T-

Call me.

May 27, 2006 1:44

Dude.

The scrolling picture of your car is mad cool mannnnnn.

sweeeeet.

I stared at it for like an hour. hahaha

no really. the sad thing is, I did.

Jun 9, 2006 20:30

I CANT FIND MY PHONE.

errrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Kelsey. My lovely best friend. YOU CAME TO MY SHOWWWWWW! I didn’t know if you or ally actually came or not because I didn’t see you, thank you so much for coming. That means the world to me, you know that. I love you.

lovelovelove -T-

Jun 19, 2006 10:52

I MISS YOU AND I WANT TO SEE YOU.

I leave again tonight for north carolina but i wont be gone as long this time, and I want my best friendddd backkkkk.

I love you and ally.

lovelovelove

-T-

Jul 31, 2006 19:24

You know you’ve been away too long when your best friend doesn’t have any trace of you on her myspace anymore. Kelsey. I missss you.

I’m going over to Ally’s house tonight and if you’re not there I’m going to walk over to your house and abduct you. 

lovelovelove -T-

Here’s a LINK to the pictures of the alleged MySpace comments. 

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