#silly corgi

[cutepetsalldayeveryday]

[ajwinter-is-a-nerd]

Me watching the status of the polls getting really excited ⬇️

Me excited that I have the next THREE polls planned out!! ⬇️

Me realizing that I actually will have to write and *post* the next polls for them to happen ⬇️

Why does my brain have to break? Can someone please erase this error code in my synapses for the joy of all mankind?

Or at least the joy of at least a couple people?

...

Dammit.

[scampthecorgi]

You’re the head of the team, Zero!

Halloween is less than one week away, so here’s a throwback to this classic Scamp costume!

[mapletheleonberger]

Maple would have been 11 years old today, but passed away just two months ago. Here are some of her past birthday celebrations- Frosty Paws for all! And I’m sure she, Scamp and Rory are enjoying an unlimited supply today! 😋

[cutepetsalldayeveryday]

Easily, my dogs sleep like that all the time!

Good god. How does he sleep like this

[fayeandknight]

Ring stacking progress.

Not bad for her first time working with all of the rings.

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday but make it a short fic i wanna finish and post tonight

for fun you know (stressed) (based on this tumblr au)

“Excuse me, sir,” a man says, voice coming from beside his shoulder. Anakin keeps his eyes closed pointedly. If he just stays very quiet and very still, then maybe the man will go away. 

It doesn’t seem to work because a moment later, the man continues as if Anakin has given him any sort of indication that that’s an option. “Your shoes are untied.” 

Oh.

This again.

Anakin’s wrist, where the same words are written on his skin in dark blue soul ink, burns the way it always does when he hears that sentence. 

He can never tell if the ache is real or psychosomatic, if the lurch in his heart is a normal response to a half-connection—-a moment where someone speaks your words and you haven’t yet replied to either complete the match or prove it to be a coincidence—or if it’s just because Anakin’s a die-hard romantic and he always has been.

But today—today has been such a shit day. Today has been just such a shit day and he has no patience left for any well-meaning stranger, any lurches of his heart. He should have tied his damn shoes just to avoid this whole mess of an unwanted social interaction, but after nineteen years of having his laces untied, he’d just forgotten all about them as he closed up shop.

And now, this. 

When he opens his eyes and turns his head to face the stranger, he doesn’t actually think he’ll say anything but a very terse, thank you. Or I know. 

And then he sees the other man, an older guy with a well-groomed, perfectly trimmed beard, holding a jaunty umbrella that’s keeping the rain off of an impeccable looking fucking pea-coat in one hand and a dog’s leash in the other. The corgi at the end of the leash has on a fucking yellow raincoat, same shade as the umbrella, and when Anakin looks back at his face, the man raises a skeptical eyebrow, clearly having just given him the same sort of once-over he’s given the man and been struck deeply unimpressed.

“Mind your own fucking business, you fucking asshole,” Anakin snarls, stuffing his hands in his pockets and swinging back around to glare out at the busy street. The cars still have not slowed, the crosswalk light staying a faithful red.

The man beside him is silent for a moment, two. He’s probably never had anyone speak to him like that in his entire life, Anakin thinks derisively. Fucking uppercrust accent. Fucker puts a dog in a raincoat, he should be called an asshole more often, he’s obviously a fucking dick—

“Well, that’s no way to speak to a stranger,” the man says primly, and Anakin’s body feels electric because he’s had a shit day and he’s not about to stand here on this cold, dirty street corner and be lectured by a man who puts raincoats on his dog.

He whips his head around, mouth already pulled back in an animalistic snarl, and the man pulls his hand out of his coat pocket and shakes the sleeves back. Where a normal rich snob may have a heavy watch, this man’s wrist is empty—save for the tail end of the word asshole.

“Or to your soulmate,” the man adds.

[rustyelias]

this is so silly but this made me giggle so much! “This is so much better then oscar wilde” -james ep58

[wxiao0]

Guys!! I just finished watching Captain Laserhawk and the plot never stops flowing into my head! Eeekk

Summary: Desmond yeeted or yote? Whatever into the Captain Laserhawk universe after he died to save the world (thank Ubi). In the corgi hybrid from because why not? Even in the show they have assassin bullfrog (he is the precious thing don’t you dare) why can’t we? And yeah Desmond he can change back to human from because the Isu bullshit brought with him, But there is a limited time.

The first thing when he touch The Eyes it was pain It was like it was burning from both outside and inside.

And after that it was darkness, he didn’t know how much time had passed. He can thought but he can’t feel. It’s cold or hot, it’s hard or soft ,he in the narrow coffin or floating in endless space.

Ha can’t feel anything.

But recently he feel like he was pulled into the blackhole. It was extremely fucking painful, as if his body had turned into spaghetti.

And the loud ‘THUD’ makes his body remember the pain again. He jumped up, the back that hit the ground still felt a slight pain. He tried to reach out to scratch his back but failed.

What?

He try to reach out and failed.

AGAIN

What?!?!

When Desmond looking down at his own hands, he saw.

A paw!?, no not paw but paws!

What the shit!!!!

Desmond tried to collect himself. Ok, breathe in breath out, in and out, in and out. Alright, he look around him look like he’s in an alley somewhere, It's all wet. And there was a smell of garbage everywhere. Well, he's sitting on a garbage bag that’s why.

He climbed out, nearly slipping because of a nearby puddle of sewage. He looked down examining his shirt, It was the same as the shirt he wore that day. His right arm, uh, or front leg? Covered with completely black fur. Meanwhile, his entire body was covered in orange and white fur.

Desmond felt his left ear twitch as he heard a man yelling from outside the alley he was in. He peeked out from the corner and saw two men, one with white hair, leaning against the wall before rushing to pick up the other man who didn't look too good. His right eye was replaced by a machine. The left arm was replaced with a mechanical arm.

That guy looked like something out of a sci-fi movie where the main character was a cyborg. Yeah…definitely. His ears perked up when white hair guy carry cyborg man is going to pass him by. He hurriedly hid himself with his instinct behind a large garbage bag.

He activated his eagle vision and saw the two people passing by. Surprisingly, he saw that the two men were faintly golden, almost invisible. It was as if they were important to Desmond in some way.

He blinked, his eyes turning brown again. Desmond rubbed a paw over his face before groaning lowly.

Ugh

Welp, life never gonna be easy to Desmond Miles.

[aidanix]

y'all i thought i'd never find another enjoyable pet site ever again after my Chicken Smoothie era but then i accidentally came across Pixel Cat's End and it's over for me like

look me in my eyes and tell me my starter cat isn't cute (they are) (you will join me and my cats) (my username is DOMIKNOWS if you're curious)

[memedokies]

🥖 loaf

[cutepetsalldayeveryday]

[thinking-destiel-thoughts]

I let YouTube on my TV autoplay and ran into Ze’s old (2017) Dream Daddy videos…something looked a little familiar

This is Brian’s dog (Brian is the one Ze said in his last video he was favoring for the competitive nature).

The corgi was always inevitable. Life imitates art.

Hashbrown best boi

[scampthecorgi]

Happy Thanksgiving, friends!

Here are some classic Scamp pie pictures to remember some of his favorite days. He loved helping on Thanksgiving!

[mapletheleonberger]

Happy Thanksgiving from Maple and Rufus!

[kindercelery]