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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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Are my parents and I the assholes for insinuating that my aunt and uncle's dog should be put down?

I (21F) hate one of my aunt and uncle's current dogs. They rescue old racing dogs and have done for like 15 years now. Their first two dogs I loved. First one was a bitch in both senses of the word, but she was funny and well behaved when it was important. Second one was a true gentle giant and a lovely boy. The second pair they've adopted though are a nightmare.

Alice, the current bitch they have, has suffered some form of trauma in her past. There are three years missing from her medical history and she's got some scars, so we'll never know exactly what happened but something did. She's a very nervous dog. She can be a sweetie, and they were making progress with her until they got the new one. Alice, however, does what more dominant dogs around her do, which has become a problem.

Enter Blue. Blue is genuinely dangerous. Blue snaps with no previous warning and tries to kill things. My family all know about dogs, this isn't us misreading his body language, he is giving no warning then going for the throat. He's taken a particular dislike to mum (who is usually a bit of a dog whisperer) and has got her in the hand a few times. Blue also tries to kill any dog who doesn't share his breed. We were in a restaurant, sitting outside, Blue saw a Beagle and before any of us could do anything he'd pulled my uncle backwards off of his chair and dragged him towards this poor dog. My uncle is a big man, 6" and not thin, so you can imagine the strength it took for Blue to drag him like a doll (the Beagle and owner got away DW).

I've disliked Blue for a while, but what made me actually hate him was that, when my aunt and uncle came to see us just after our own elderly dog had passed, Blue walked into our sitting room and pissed on the carpet. He's house trained and has never done this before. I think he was doing it territorially because he could smell that our dog was dead. I've never wanted to kick an animal before, but I did then and had to excuse myself before I caused a scene.

Cut to yesterday. We were in the pub having a family meal. Blue is muzzled now in public after the last restaurant incident. There was a family sitting across the room from us with a very little girl, 3 or 4 years old I'd say. She was looking at Alice and trying to get her attention from across the room. As her mum got up to take her to the toilet, the girl pointed at our table and asked to see the dogs. Her mum asked us if it was okay. My aunt agreed. The little girl came over. Alice immediately hid under the table.

My aunt was like "ooh sorry, she's shy, why don't you say hello to Blue".

Blues head pops up. The mum sees he's wearing a muzzle and tries to pull her daughter away from him but the kid was too quick and went to pat him on the head. He was super chill with it, pressed into her palm like he wanted harder pets, then with no warning growl, no tensed up body language, nothing, just lunges for the kid.

Obviously she's terrified. The mum is terrified and pulls her away. My uncle grabs hold of Blue's leash and my aunt is ineffectually going "oh no blue bad boy" over and over. My parents jumped up to help the mum and the little girl. I grabbed Alice so she couldn't start copying Blue. We all got kicked out of the pub.

We were standing on the street outside when my parents and I started laying into my aunt about how irresponsible that was. She is like "he'll never become accustomed to humans if he's locked away". Dad shouted that he doesn't get to maul someone to learn that lesson. She scoffed and said he had the muzzle. I said it takes one piece of brittle plastic before he gets put down. My aunt told us all to fuck off and stormed off in the opposite direction. My uncle took Alice from me and followed her.

My aunt made a passive aggressive series of Facebook posts about how all dogs deserve care, and how everyone lashes out when exposed to trauma, then blocked mum (only Facebook user in our house).

I don't think we're the assholes, but I know I'm very biased, because I genuinely hate that dog and would be quite happy to hear it had moved on, whether that be to a different home or the afterlife, I'm not picky.

So awta?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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gollancz · 1 year

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Why I'm Not Allowed On Twitter Unsupervised Any More: A Photo Essay

Key Notes:

Since this was posted I discovered that the books had briefly been available in the UK under the name Peter Beagle rather than Peter S. Beagle in the mid-90s, which is why they didn't show up on the British Library search

The article by Tor.com @torbooks: Peter S. Beagle Has Finally Regained the Rights to His Body of Work

If you want our gorgeous limited edition, I believe there are still a handful left (except for the US and Canada, sorry lads), and you can get it here. I'm not kidding when I say I got a little teary-eyed when these showed up.

[Image Description: A tweet thread from the Gollancz twitter dated 20th July 2022, which goes as follows -

Tweet 1: You may have seen that we're printing a Brand New Edition of The Last Unicorn. We're very excited! I was asked to tweet about it. I wasn't asked to do it quite like this, but I also wasn't asked NOT to do it like this, and I have the twitter login so whose fault is that? (Thread emoji, and gif from the film Scream reading 'The Call is coming from inside the house!')

Tweet 2: Imagine, if you will, you are a small child in the UK during the late 80s/early 90s. You might look a bit like this, or you might have had parents who didn't choose suffering (ask my mum about The Saga of the Hat) (an image of a small girl approximately 3 years old wearing a blue dress and a big white hat)

Tweet 3: Imagine you have a cool older cousin, one who, as you get age, introduces you to fantasy films like Ladyhawk and The Princess Bride and has a post the whole family knows as 'the vampire and the naked lady'. She's extremely responsible for the way you turn out as an adult.

Tweet 4: One year, for your birthday, this cousin buys you a video. It's the first video that is yours, not to share. It has a bright yellow cover. The butterfly scares you. But you watch it on a loop. You don't realise how special it is, but it's a seed that burrows into your brain. (An image of a VHS of The Last Unicorn)

Tweet 5: A decade or so later, in your teens, you rediscover it. None of your friends have heard of it, despite also being fantasy-inclined. That's odd, you think. Is this an outlandishly weird title? Then you get older and you realise: no, it isn't. (Principal Skinner meme reading 'Am I out of touch? No, it's the people who don't know about The Last Unicorn who are wrong')

Tweet 6: Time and tech march on, you get a DVD of the film. You realise it's got Christopher Lee in it! And Angela Lansbury! Your mum tries to get you to listen to songs by America other than the soundtrack, but the only one that really sticks is the other one they did about a horse. (Gif of Walter White from Breaking Bad singing along to Horse With No Name)

Tweet 7: You realise that the film is based on a book. Like The Princess Bride, which you've also read (after spending longer than you're proud of trying to find an unabridged edition). 'Neat,' you think, 'I'll have to read that!'

Tweet 8: And then you can't find it. Because, as mentioned previously, you're in the UK. The Last Unicorn was published for the first time in 1968. But, if you look at the British Library's National Bibliography (super neat resource btw), that was, uh, about it. (screenshot of the search results from the National Bibliography showing four editions of The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle, one from Gollancz in 2022, one from IDW in 2019, one from Tachyon Publications in 2018, and one from Bodley Head in 1968)

Tweet 9: The Tachyon edition is the unfinished first draft of the story. The IDW edition is a gorgeous graphic novel. But in terms of the novel? I don't know how many reprints it had (if anyone knows, I'd love to find out), but there's a good chance it went out of print in the 70s.

Tweet 10: The film, however, was released in 1982. Although it didn't make it to the UK until 1986. Conservative estimates could put that between 10 and 15 years since the book was last available in the UK. This gives you a generation in the UK who only know the story through the film! (A screenshot of the IMDB page showing the different release dates for The Last Unicorn around the world)

Tweet 11: The screenplay was written by Peter S. Beagle, and made by the legendary animation directors Arthur Rankin Jr. and Jules Bass. That's right, the guys behind Thundercats and 2 out of the 3 films based on The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings.

Tweet 12: The Book has been in print in the USA (and possibly all of North America) constantly since its publication, so it seems baffling that people in the UK haven't heard of it. As the internet became more prominent, however, it became easier to just... import a copy of the book.

Tweet 13: But! This also isn't quite as simple as you think. You see, until last year the rights to The Last Unicorn were tied up in legal limbo. And the US edition of the book contained changes that Peter wasn't happy with. (Link to the Tor.com article about the rights)

Tweet 14: Back to you, the 80s/90s kid, who is now an adult, happy that unicorns are A Thing again and you're living your best life. You're very easy to buy presents for. Your partner despairs of unicorns. You get a job working in books about magic and space. (unicorn emoji and photograph of a collection of unicorn memorabilia, including three different versions of The Last Unicorn)

Tweet 15: You mention that one day you would like to publish The Last Unicorn. That if you did, you would like to do a really beautiful edition of it. And you would like it to be purple. Because since the film is what you know, you associate it with purple.

Tweet 16: And, after taking a very circuitous route, here we are! This is the original text, that was first published in 1968. Reading it after you have only seen the film is the strangest experience - like being introduced to a very dear friend that you have never met before.

Tweet 17: Peter's screenplay kept the voice of the story so well, you can hear the characters when you read the book. But now there's so much more depth, softness and warmth to it. The butterfly doesn't seem so scary any more. And, it's beautiful. And it's purple. (Image of a hardback edition of The Last Unicorn, with a black base, purple background, and a linocut image of the unicorn in her wood. On the black cover underneath is a foiled unicorn with the moon and butterfly, the page edges are sprayed purple, and the endpapers are black with silver butterflies)

Tweet 18: Anyway, I've taken you on a three day trip that could have been done in a single tweet, but that's what happens when you let me drive. This edition is the limited exclusive one only available through the Gollancz Emporium and you can preorder here: (link to Gollancz Emporium)

Tweet 19: But there is also a standard edition available through all booksellers! You'll be getting the author's preferred text, with an introduction from Patrick Rothfuss. There's also a brand new audiobook and it will be available in eBook for the first time ever.

Tweet 20: It's like going from famine to feast, and I wasn't able to talk about this for months so now I am able to talk about it, I'm going to make the social media team cry. UNICORNS. SPECIAL EDITION. PURPLE. The End.

Tweet 21: Additional behind the scenes bonus detail - I did take this cover to the art meaning while wearing a unicorn onesie.

Tweet 22: The comms team wrestling me away from the twitter account: (gif of Ross from Friends shouting 'Stop typing! Stop typing!')

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#The Last Unicorn #Peter S. Beagle #Gollancz Blogging #Twitter Threads #Books #Long Post

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poppletonink · 9 months

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Best Quotes From 'Red, White and Royal Blue'

"David," Alex says. "He's a beagle. I remember because, like, who does that? Who names a dog David? He sounds like a tax attorney. Like a dog tax attorney."

"Christ, you're as thick as it gets," he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him.

“I don’t give a damn what Joanne has to say, Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long, and I won’t hear a word against it.” (I know this one isn't technically in the latest version of the book, but it was there when I first read it and I miss it.)

"First you've been, like, Draco Malfoy-level obsessed with Henry for years"

"The next slide is titled: EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?"

"Sometimes you just jump and hope it's not a cliff."

"Your hair in the mornings is truly a wonder to behold," is how he breaks the silence.

"I needed a run," he says. "To clear my head a bit, figure out... what's next. Very Mr. Darcy brooding at Pemberley."

Alex sighs. "I don't think I told you, but she, uh. Well, when she fired me, she told me that if I wasn't a thousand percent sure about you, I needed to break things off." Henry nuzzles his nose behind Alex's ear, "A thousand percent?" "Yeah, don't let it go to your head."

"I'm taking a picture of a national gay landmark," Alex tells him. "And also a statue."

"At cruising altitude, he takes the chain off his neck and slides the ring on next to the old house key. They clink together gently as he ticks them both under his shirt, two homes side by side."

"So," she says. "Do you feel forever about him?" And there's no room left to agonize over it, nothing left to do but say the thing he's known all along. "Yeah," he says, "I do."

"He hates himself, but he doesn't regret anything, and maybe that makes him a bad person and a worse politician, but he doesn't regret Henry."

"Wait. Zahra. Oh my God. I just realized. You're... my friend." "No, I'm not." "Zahra, you're my mean friend." "Am not."

"But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose."

"I've been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Phillip."

"It's a mural of himself and Henry, facing each other, haloed by a bright yellow sun, depicted as Han and Leia. Henry in all white, starlight in his hair. Alex dressed as a scruffy smuggler, a blaster at his hip. A royal and a rebel, arms around each other. He snaps a photo on his phone, and fingers shaking, types out a tweet: Never tell me the odds."

"When the car door opens, it's June, standing there in a bright yellow T-shirt that says: HISTORY, HUH? "You like it?" she says. "There's a guy selling them down the block. I got his card. Gonna put it in my next column for Vogue."

“So, what?” he asks. “You want me to quit politics and go become a princess? That’s not very feminist of you.” “That’s not how feminism works,” she says, rolling her eyes.

"I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us."

"History, huh? Bet we could make some."

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slimey-wally · 3 months

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Please, can you do Ms.B Beagle nugget ? (She's Barnaby's mum)

Yes 🥺🤍💛♥️

#welcome home fanart #welcome home #Ms.B beagle #I never knew about her until now 🥺#My first request in my inbox!! Thank you :)

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thatravenpuffgirl · 1 year

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Susan Bones

Canon:

She was born around 1980

She's a Half-Blood. This means that either her father was a Pureblood (since her last name comes from his side) and her mother was a Half-Blood, or her mother was a pureblood and her father a half-blood, or both of them were half-bloods already.

Her wizarding family were rather powerful and respected during the First Wizarding War, but because of this most of her family were murdered by Death Eaters in the aftermath.

We don't know if her parents were murdered during this time, but the only relevant family of the Bones that is canon is Amelia Bones, Susan's aunt, but she was killed in July 1996

She was a Hufflepuff, in the same year as the golden trio.

She seemed to be friends with Seamus Finnigan and Hermione Granger, as Hermione and Susan were paired together for Herbology and DADA in their second year and both had a crush on Professor Lockhart during that time, although it's unknown if they were friends after that. She's also seen talking with Seamus during classes and DA meetings.

We do know she was good friends with the Hufflepufss in her year, Hannah Abbott, Ernie Macmillan, and Justin Flinch-Fletchley, all of who were also members of the DA. It's unknown if she was friends with Zacharias Smith, another Hufflepuff in her year, even though he did attend DA meetings.

In her sixth year, she splinched herself while attending Aparating classes, losing one of her legs, although it was later reattached.

She was a member of the DA Army, but it isn't known if she was present during the Battle of Hogwarts, although it is most likely since she did attend Hogwarts for her seventh year at that time.

It is also not confirmed in canon whether she survived the second wizarding war, although it is most likely since her name wasn't listed among the deceased.

We also don't know what she did in the aftermath of the war

My Headcanons and Fancast for her (some of these are info about the bones family as well):

Eleanor Columbus as young Susan Bones:

Alice Englert as older Susan Bones:

She was born on October 22nd, 1979

Her Patronus is a Beagle

Her wand is made from Willow wood with a Unicorn core, 10 inches long, and swishy.

Her star sign is Libra

She's a half-blood

Her parents were Oscar Bones (Half-blood) and Eleanor Bones (Pure-blood).

Her grandparents were Alfred (Pure-blood) and Dorthory (Muggle-born), and the parents of Oscar, Amelia and Edgar Bones. Edgar was the oldest, Amelia was the middle child, and Oscar was the youngest.

Her grandparents were nicknamed Alfie and Dottie

Since she was raised by muggles, Susan's grandmother grew up reading muggle literature, which she absolutely adored. She was the one to come up with the names for her two sons, who were named after Edgar Poe and Oscar Wilde, both muggle English poets

Her uncle, Edgar, had three kids with his wife, Edith (Pure-blood) Chester Bones (eldest) and two daughters, Theodora and Mabel, who all died in the war in 1981, shortly before Voldemort was finally defeated.

Edgar and Edith were both around 33 when they died, their son Chester was around 12, and Theodora and Mabel were around 10 and 8 respectively.

Her parents were murdered by Voldemort shortly after her 1st birthday in 1980, a year before the war ended. They were both around 24 years old.

Her aunt, Amelia Bones, one of the few surviving members of the Bones family, took Susan in just after Susan's parents' death and raised her as her own, she was about 28 at the time.

Susan would call Amelia aunty mum.

Although Amelia was quite busy with her Ministry work, she did try to spend as much time with Susan as possible.

Susan had lived in Godric's Hollow with her parents, along with her uncle Edgar, Aunt Edith and her cousins, although once Amelia became her guardian, she moved to Wimbourne. Her uncle and aunty stayed, as Edgar was working alongside the Order of the Phoenix and James and Lily Potter, fellow members, lived there as well, albeit secretly, and Edgar thought he should look out for the Potters.

The Abbot family also lived in Godric's Hollow and were close with the Bones family. They stayed at Godric's Hollow until Edgar and Edith Bones' deaths, and then they moved to Wimbourne to be with Amelia and Susan Bones.

Hannah Abbott and Susan would grow up together, and their two families would make the trip to King's Cross Station to see the girls leave for each of their years at Hogwarts.

Susan and Hannah were both obviously sorted into Hufflepuff.

Susan wasn't one to actually play quidditch, but she rooted for the Wimbourne Wasps.

She loved Herbology and the History of Magic, and eventually the extra-curricular subjects, Muggle Art and Wizarding Art.

You'd just constantly find her in the greenhouses working on her plants or sketching, drawing and painting. or pouring over history books from the library.

Susan and Hannah would become good friends with Ernie Macmillian and Justin Finch-Fletchley.

They were basically known as the Hufflepuff Four.

She developed a crush on Ernie in her second year

She was good friends with a few Gryffindors in her year, like Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

Dean was quite talented in art, although he didn't tell many people, and Susan was one of the few he'd show his artwork to.

Hermione and Susan would meet officially on the Hogwarts Express at the start of the second year, and the two loved discussing the book, History of Magic, both of them having read it thoroughly.

They were also paired in Herbology, DADA, and History of Magic, and you'd often see them giggling together.

Susan was the one to make Hermione open up very easily early on, which she wouldn't do around even her other close friends, Ron and Harry, until much later.

Susan was upset when Hermione was petrified during the second year, along with Justin.

She'd visit the Hospital Wing constantly, and took notes for classes for both Hermione and Justin.

Although they weren't necessarily close, Susan was an acquaintance of Harry through Hermione and was one of the few who didn't think that he was behind the attacks in the second year, and would tell Hannah and Ernie off when they were convinced he was.

And Susan was friends with Seamus through Dean and would confide in him about things, especially since his mother was also working at the ministry. Although, they'd get into a disagreement when Seamus didn't believe the trio about Voldemort.

During the third year, she'd pick Wizard and Muggle art, Muggle Studies and Music as her extra-curricular classes.

Hermione and she were in the same Muggle studies class, and they'd often study together, and discuss recommendations for muggle books and music.

She loved music class as well and played the harp.

Susan would be concerned for Hermione because she was aware Hermione was using the time-turner to take so many classes. Although, she did enjoy the story of Hermione punching Malfoy, and thought it was a good thing Hermione was letting loose.

Before the beginning of the fourth year, Susan's Auntie would get free tickets to the Quidditch World Cup because of her position in the ministry, and Susan would go along with Ernie, Justin and Hannah. She'd also run into a few of other her friends there, including Hermione, Seamus and Dean.

Although she was excited when Cedric was picked as Hogwarts Champion and thought that Harry should not have been allowed to enter the tournament, she didn't believe that Harry put his name in the goblet of fire. She supported both Harry & Cedric, and refused to participate in picking sides, unlike Ernie and Hannah. Justin was the same, as he learnt his lesson from 2nd year, realising that he shouldn't have judged without all the facts.

Susan stood by Hermione and didn't believe the rumours Rita Skeeter was making up about her. Susan was the only one who knew that Fred Weasley was Hermione's first kiss and not Victor Krum and that Hermione only viewed Krum as a friend.

Susan went to the Yule Ball with Zacharias Smith, mostly as friends though.

She was over the moon when she found out that Hermione and Fred were dating

Susan was saddened by Cedric's death. Although she was afraid, she did believe that Voldemort was back.

In her fifth year, she was upset when Ernie (who she still had a crush on) started dating Leanne, a Hufflepuff and friend of Katie Bell after they both joined the Hufflepuff Quidditch team to honour Cedric (who they had admired greatly) as a keeper and chaser respectively.

However, she started dating Zacharias Smith that same year. Zacharias was a Chaser on the Hufflepuff Team as well.

And Susan would read up on quidditch to support both her boyfriend and friend

Justin and she were also definitely the conspirators behind getting Neville Longbottom and Hannah together when they started noticing the two hanging out together a lot more.

Suan had previously been friends with Neville for a while, as they had been paired together for Herbology the year prior, but thought Hannah would be a good match for him.

She'd also joined Dumbledore's Army that year, and enjoyed the lessons., Susan was the one to convince her 4 Hufflepuff friends (Ernie, Zacharias, Hannah and Justin) to join.

However, this caused issues between Zacharias and her, the former being continuously sceptical of harry, Hermione and ron, and the return of Voldemort, whereas Susan believed it was true, and didn't like the comments her boyfriend would make towards her friends. After about 6 months of dating, the pair would split.

Note: Part 2 coming soon!

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thepastisalreadywritten · 1 year

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Bayley sports a large black snout, a mostly white-coated body and black ears, making it a real-life lookalike for Snoopy. 📷: BAYLEY.SHEEPADOODLE / INSTAGRAM

Amanda Lee, 14 April 2023

“Snoopy is that u?” one netizen posted.

Meet Bayley, a female black-and-white Mini Sheepadoodle, that has captured hearts on the Internet in recent weeks, thanks to its resemblance to the pooch from the iconic Peanuts comic strip.

The two-year-old dog, which lives in the United States, sports a large black snout, a mostly white-coated body and a pair of black ears, making it an adorable lookalike for Snoopy.

Bayley has its own Instagram account and, on Tuesday, its owners celebrated National Pet Day by sharing a video of the dog giving a high five, with the caption reading:

“Happy National Pet Day. Mum says I am the cutest pet she has ever seen, but to be fair, I am her first and the only furbaby.”

The dog has over 204,000 Instagram followers so far.

Although Snoopy is a beagle and Bayley is an old English sheepdog and miniature poodle mix, Bayley’s appearance has been spotted by netizens with one person saying: “I know he’s not a beagle but I immediately thought of Snoopy.”

Bayley was featured on the Doodle Dogs Club Instagram account earlier this week.

In the post, the club said:

“Meet @Bayley.Sheepadoodle, the spitting image of Snoopy! With those big ears and that button nose, Bayley is the perfect real-life version of our favourite cartoon dog.”

The post has over 1.3 million likes so far.

Miniature Sheepadoodles have an average height of 50cm and can weigh up to 20kg, according to American dog adoption agency Premier Pups.

Snoopy is the pet dog of Charlie Brown in the Peanuts comic strip, which debuted in 1950 and has spawned TV specials and films.

#Bayley #Snoopy #National Pet Day #Doodle Dogs Club #beagle #Miniature Sheepadoodles #Premier Pups #Peanuts #Charlie Brown #dogs #animals

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flash-caterpillarlover · 4 months

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Can we talk about the fact that Ms.B Beagle, aka Barnaby's mum, is the most forgoten character in WH AUs

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hstoryhuh-a · 4 months

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[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again. (for henry from alex.) | @magikborn

it's only when hands are on his face that henry realizes that he's stopped moving. it's a wonder there's not a path in the floor now, from his back and forth ( for what had felt like hours but likely had only been several minutes ); or that he hadn't tripped over david in his pacing as the beagle was right there with him - but he's not moving now and there are hands on his face and oh ... alex.

his chest tightens and his vision clears. henry tells himself to focus on alex. ❛❛ she wants me to come back. ❜❜ the admission isn't loud, as though just anyone could hear. he hasn't been back to england in ... well it's been months now. the space has been good for him. he would have gone for bea or pez, even his mum but they all understood his need to be away - there had been visits in the states, those were better. ❛❛ a united front, she says. for the holidays and all. ❜❜ the thought makes henry laugh before takes a shuddering breath and leans forward, his head dropping down onto alex's shoulder as he tries to calm his rapidly beating heart. ❛❛ it's ridiculous to be so ... worked up. ❜❜

#( answered ) / * 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐱 .#magikborn

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alberta-sunrise · 8 months

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My ball

#beagle dog #beagles of tumblr #beagles #puppy love #puppies of tumblr #dogs of tumblr #good doggo #doggos of tumblr #pet photography #love my dog #my doggie #my doggo #beagle mum #my beagle #cutie patootie #too cute #Dogs and balls

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doobnnoob-tf2 · 2 years

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prompt: what kind of animal do you think each Merc would like to have?

Scout: Unrealistically, a cheetah. But that’s dangerous and also probably illegal. After he’s thought long and hard about it, he’d probably decide on a horse. They’re just as playful as dogs, you can still teach them to fetch, and he can decide if he wants to run alongside it or ride on it’s back. What more could he want?

Soldier: MORE RACCOONS. Lots and lots and looooots of raccoons. But most importantly, he wants a raccoon dog. He loves their little hands and how crafty they can be. Not to mention, their beady black eyes and fluffy faces. He doesn’t understand why his teammates keep trying to tell him to put them outside. If you didn’t want your stuff chewed on, you should have put it up better!

Pyro: Jellyfish. They’re like underwater stars and are surprisingly calming to just sit and watch. Granted the whole water thing makes them uneasy but as long as the water stays inside the tank, they could make this work. (”I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine.”)

Demoman: A komodo dragon. There’s no other real reason than they look really cool and they’re called dragons. If anyone is a sucker for mythical creatures, it’s Tavish. That and they just look real fat, and if there’s anything he loves more than myths and legends, it’s a fat animal.

Heavy: A cat, if he could only find one he wasn’t worried about hurting due to his large size. He especially loves kittens, but they’re too small and underfoot for his liking. Reading a book and having a cat purring on his lap just sounds wonderful to him. A mostly independent animal suits his tastes better.

Engineer: A beagle. Not for hunting purposes, he just loves those big ears and short legs. And they’re small enough to sit in his lap while he’s working on experiments. He’d also want a golden retriever, a family dog to lay by his feet. If he really wanted, he could teach it to bring him his tools as well.

Medic: As much as he loves and adores his doves, he wants a cockatoo. Something to match his own goofy personality. Though he isn’t sure if Archimedes would approve of having a bird larger than herself taking up his attention. He has a soft spot for white birds in particular, but the Major Mitchell’s cockatoo is the one he’s had his eye on for many years. A bird he could teach tricks to and even teach to talk back to him for when he gets tired of hearing his own muttering. Now it’s just a question on who’s soul does he have to sell to get one.

Sniper: Back before he got into the assassin business, he liked bird watching. His father would yell at him for wasting his time, climbing trees with a pair of binoculars. He’d want a kookaburra. His mum had a wild one that would visit all the time and she’d feed, and thus he began to associate the bird with her. Maybe he could also teach it to laugh at his jokes..

Spy: A nice, big boa constrictor. Maybe it’s because being called a snake so often gave him the thought, maybe it’s just because he wants something viewed as sexual draped across his shoulders. Or maybe it’s because he has already made floor plans to get an aquarium installed in his smoking room and he knows Scout is terrified of them and it will deter him from barging in again.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sharing one braincell #tf2ramblingsandsuch

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heavenlyhoundoom · 3 months

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Remember when I made a "what if" post where Brandy ended up having kids while Chilli ended up being infertile?

I finally came up with names for her kids and husband.

Mum: Brandy.

Dad: Louis.(White poodle)

Daughter: Snowball.(Also white poodle)

Son: Rover.(Red heeler that looks like Chilli)

So instead of the show being called Bluey, it's called Snowball and it takes place in Brookfield, Brisbane instead of Red Hill, Brisbane, their house looks like this.

In this universe, Louis is a software engineer while Brandy is a real estate agent.

Snowball and Rover both go to Brookfield State School with Snowball's teacher being Mrs.Inu and Rover's teacher being MS.Greyhound.

Snowball's classmates: Indigo(blue heeler♀️), Lucy(corgi♀️), Buster(Choclate lab♂️), Harper(doberman♀, best friend), Rocky(great dane♂), Atlas(siberian husky♂), Duke(pug♂), Jolene(saluki♀), and Milo(Catalan sheepdog♂).

Rover's classmates: Amber(red kelpie♀), Goldie(golden retriever♀), Lincoln(dalmatian♂), Marshall(pitbull♂, best friend), Earl(king charles spaniel♂), Fluffy(chow chow♀), Paige(border collie♀), Tina(australian shepherd♀), and Jupiter(saint bernard♂)

Neighbors:

Cosette(her mom, Léna, and her dad, Theo.(they're papillons who live to the left of them)

Harvey, his little sister, Pixie, his dad, Max, and his mom, Autumn.(they're beagles who live to the right of them.)

Family

.Meemaw(Isabelle) Barkson(Black and white poodle)

.Grandpop(Pascal) Barkson(brown poodle)

.Hazel(Louis' big sister, brown poodle)

.Cooper(Louis' little brother, black poodle)

.Willow(Cooper's wife, apricot poodle)

.Biscuit(Cooper and Willow's son, apricot poodle)

.Luna(Cooper and Willow's daughter, black poodle)

#bluey #bluey chilli #brandy cattle #Bluey ocs #Dogs #alternate universe

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blurban-form · 1 year

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Madge

We get some tiny images of Madge, Chilli’s co-worker, on Mum’s phone, in S3E20 “Driving”. Madge phones Mum at home (during breakfast) because of a crisis at work— Madge can’t find her stapler.

Hard to tell but Madge might be either a beagle or perhaps a St. Bernard? 🤔

Hope at some point we get to see Mum at work.

#Bluey co-workers #Bluey

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eyeofthedrgn · 1 year

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I Never Knew Myself - chapter 8

First of all: I made a thing.

Second of all: Sorry this update took so long! Writing is hard, yo. As in mental health and dealing with a partner who gets extremely whiny when he's sick. Even worse when it's COVID and has a three day fever that I somehow managed not to get, so that's cool. Anyway, this is mostly a filler chapter before the Christmas party that I will hopefully get out by Christmas *fingers crossed!*

Enjoy!

"My dearest, most wonderful brother of mine," Bea flops down on the couch next to Henry. David huffs at the sudden jolt on the couch. "Sorry, David," she coos as she scratches behind the beagle's ears by reaching across Henry's lap.

Henry sighs and flips the page of his book. He has no idea what his sister wants; probably something to do with the holiday that is quickly approaching if the dreary weather is anything to go by.

"So," his sister starts, "are you leaving me alone for Christmas like you did for Gran's birthday?"

And there it is.

He had felt guilty leaving his sister to deal with their family by herself, but at least she had their mum. Putting his bookmark in his book and setting it on the coffee table, he looks at his sister.

Bea whines when she sees his face, "You're spending it with your boyfriend, aren't you?"

continue on ao3

start from the beginning

#i never knew myself #young royals fanfic #rwrb fanfic #rwrb x yr #rwrb x yr fanfic #wilmon #firstprince #red white and royal blue #deaf wille #simon eriksson #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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apollo-ryan · 8 months

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Meet Apollo Ryan

General

Full Name: Apollo Grant Ryan

Birthday: June 30th, 1997 (roughly two months after the battle of Hogwarts), at midnight.

Zodiac: Sun in Cancer, Moon in Taurus, Rising Pisces

Birth status: Muggleborn

Gender Identity: AFAB transman

Pronouns: he/they

Sexuality: Gay

Nationality: English

Hometown: Cookham, England

Personality

MBTI: INFJ

Alignment: Neutral Good

Strengths: Care of Magical Creatures, duelling, playing guitar, and writing

Weaknesses: Herbology, hiding his magic from muggles, fashion (apparently? According to Cassandra), and snakes.

Interests/Hobbies: guitar, taking care of creatures (magical and non alike), and flying

Appearance

Height: tops out at 6’0

Build: beanstalk-ish

Hair: brown

Eyes: green

Skin: pale, freckled

Body modifications: none (as of second year)

Scars/defects: several scars along his limbs from various duels

Fashion:

Magic

Wand: Cherry, Phoenix Feather, Swishy, 11 3/4 inches

Patronus: husky

Memory for patronus: his first time flying at night, dancing with his mum in the living room, the first train ride to hogwarts, his first kiss, winning his first duel.

Boggart: basklisk (he heard stories about that Harry Potter guy)

Riddikulus: the basklisk turning into a giant sensory slug.

Amortentia: rain, coffee, raspberries, wormwood, the potions classroom, and lilacs

Favorite spells: Episkey, Incendio, and Stupefy.

Misc. Magical Abilities: none yet!

Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw

Best subject: Care of Magical Creatures, DADA, and Charms

Worst subject: Herbology

Third year options: divination, care of magical creatures, and ancient runes

Favorite Subject: CoMC

N.E.W.T.s: Astronomy, charms, potions, DADA, transfiguration, ancient runes, and care of magical creatures

Extracurriculars: duelling club, frog choir, and quidditch

Quidditch position: commentator

After Hogwarts

Magizoologist

Relationships

Father: Grant Samuel Ryan (dead)

Mother: Callie Dolores Ryan (neé Thompson)

Little brother: Beckett Calvin Ryan (11 months younger)

Pets: Chandler (Fish Owl), Artemis (Beagle Dog)

Dormmates: none, currently

Closest Friends: Daniel Page, Ivy Warrington, Lottie Turner, and Aurora Wells (my female mc)

Friends: Robyn Thistlethwaite, Kevin “Kev” Farrell

Love Interest: Daniel Page

Favorites

Favorite colour: pale blue

Favorite food: tortellini pasta

Favorite flower: blue lilacs

Favorite muggle drink: coffee

Favorite magic drink: butterbeer

Favorite book: Lord of The Rings

Favorite song: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

Favorite season: Winter

Favorite wizarding candy: Fizzing Whizbees

Favorite muggle candy: Andes Mints

Favorite quidditch position: chaser

Favorite quidditch team: Ballycastle Bats

#apollo ryan #hpma oc #hpma #hp magic awakened #harry potter magic awakened #original character #character intro

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nighttimescribbles · 2 years

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“Just a boy and his dog…”

Sorry for the silence, Bub. still getting my bearings but i wanted to show you this as quick as I could. My take on Harry's origin story. In a much, much earlier and unrelated draft, beagles also appeared in relation to Zeke. I think it's fate. not proofed. sorry for any spag errors/typos/funnies.

“Clare, no.”

“Clare, yes.”

Before he could utter another word in protest, Zeke found himself hauled into the spacious foyer of the Smiths’ home. Their heavy front door slammed shut behind him.

“Now,” his old friend and colleague, Clare Smith, dusted her hands and beamed at him in what could only be described as malicious glee. Behind her, her husband, Erwin Smith, whistled to himself as he contemplated the ceiling, hands shoved in his pockets.

“We’re popping out for a fair at Shrekky’s school -”

Said Shrekky made her presence known by unleashing a nuclear squeal as she battered through the second floor of the house, half-shod and followed by the joyous barks and thumping steps of the family’s three spaniels. Neither of her parents batted an eye.

“- it’ll take all afternoon, but I expect we’ll be back by evening. You shouldn’t have too much trouble. They’re only a couple of days old, and mum’s so lovely. Takes such good care of them and barely leaves their side -”

Zeke raised his eyes to the din echoing through the ceiling. Shrekky had, by now, made her way in and out of her room, slamming doors and thundering down the steps hollering about being ready to go. Erwin, spotting an opportunity, murmured something about seeing to his daughter and bowed out. Zeke glared daggers into the back of his blond head.

“Clare, I’ve never been a zookeeper,” Zeke whined in last-ditch protest.

His friend rolled her eyes and dragged him by the arm into the recesses of the house. “I’m not running a zoo. Just asking you to mum-and-pup-sit a little, is all. You owe me a favour and I’m calling it in now, Jaeger. Look.”

He looked. One corner of the Smiths’ expansive kitchen was overrun by an enormous dog pen.

“Aren’t they darling?” Clare cooed from the threshold, her grip on poor Zeke’s arm unrelenting. At the sound of her voice, the female beagle lying inside the pen raised her head, snuffled quietly, and stared at the newcomers with the largest, most soulful eyes. All around her, squeaking and burrowing into her belly, were her jellybean-shaped pups, snouts still pearly pink and eyes closed but already sporting their tell-tale black-tan-and–white beagle coats.

Clare crouched beside them and put her hand out for the mum. The dog nuzzled into her palm as Zeke watched impassively on.

“You and Erwin are raising beagles now, too?” He sounded less than impressed, though unsurprised. There was always something interesting going on at the Smith home, and most of the time, it had to do with turning the ancient, respectable estate into a right proper menagerie.

“Don’t be silly,” Clare scoffed. “We’ve our hands full seeing to Jasper, Pippa, Tim, and their ringleader, Shrekky. Erwin and I are only temporarily housing these cuties until they can go to better homes.”

“These fleabags having a hard time finding takers, eh?”

In spite of himself (and the disapproving look Clare sent his way), Zeke, too, reached for the momma beagle. She gave his proffered fist a thorough sniff, deemed it acceptable, and blessed it with several welcoming licks. Her pups squirmed. A particularly feisty one pushed himself up off his mum’s belly, threw his little head back, and hollered at the bringer of the new smell.

Zeke clicked his tongue (the most amusement he deigned show) and gave the pup a gentle scratch on the forehead. The little one yodelled some more, hurling himself to and fro, before finally settling back down with a contemptuous snuffle.

Clare snorted. “This one’s taken after you already.”

“Very funny.”

She patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t be looking so morose, Zekey. Think of it as your good deed of the year. Lord knows you’re terribly short of your quota.”

“You’re not being very persuasive.”

“Look after them for an afternoon and I’ll never ask another favour of you ever again.”

Zeke’s look of disbelief said it all.

Clare shoved him. “Oh, come on,” she wheedled. “Have a spot of humanity.” Stroking the mother beagle who still looked hopefully up at them, “Poppy was just rescued from the lab along with several hundred other poor souls. She was fit to burst with all her pups but wouldn’t have them. And can you blame her? Ferried from shelter to shelter, all of them unfit for this poor momma -”

“Wait a minute.” Zeke narrowed his eyes at her. It wasn’t so long ago - only earlier that week, in fact - that the tenacious Clare Smith landed once again in the papers for having successfully caused the release of loads upon loads of dogs from an animal testing facility. Erwin had preened non-stop about his wife over it, and Clare herself had made some righteous, teary-eyed vow on national T.V. about giving those poor animals a better future.

“You did not.”

“Did not what?”

Feigned innocence did not become Clare.

“Poppy is one of those lab beagles.”

Clare sniffed. “She doesn’t live in a lab anymore.”

“You named her Poppy!”

“Every dog has the right to a name!”

“And you let her give birth in your house!”

“I couldn’t very well throw her out in the cold, could I?”

Zeke groaned, face in his hands. “And now I’m stuck baby-sitting them.”

“That’s the spirit! The sooner you come to terms with it, the better!”

From the front of the house echoed Shrekky’s and her dad’s excited conversation. A minute later, Clare’s little bundle of joy bellowed for her momma to hurry up. Clare rose.

“That’s me. Gotta go. Don’t want to be late for the most important school fair of the season!”

Zeke shot her a pleading, chagrined look. He appeared especially pitiful squatting on his heels beside Poppy’s pen (which Shrekky had lined with the brightest, most garish floral print known to man and ogre) in his cashmere sweater and perfectly tailored coat.

Clare patted his shoulder. “Good deed of the year, Zekey. We’ll be back before seven.”

—

The Smiths were not, in fact, back before seven. Shrekky’s school fair was a huge hit, and her prominent parents an even bigger success. Quite forgetting Zeke and his litter of ‘fleabags’ back home, the excited young family went out for supper, and then ice cream afterwards, before finding their way back around eleven-ish.

The Smith home blazed with light. Shrekky was fast asleep in her daddy’s arms. Clare unlocked the front door and was immediately met with the wagging tails of Pippa, Jasper, and Tim.

“Where’s Zeke, then?” Clare whispered to her babies, who whined and danced in and out of her legs and led her inside.

Couch cushions and an old afghan were strewn all over the living room carpet, the ruins of a puppy-sized plush fort. The trail led directly to the kitchen, the floor of which was peppered with milky dust. Pippa’s, Jasper’s, and Tim’s bowls were at their usual places by the kitchen island, licked clean (if not also overturned). The wrappings their dinner came in were neatly scraped and hurriedly shoved to one side of the kitchen counter, where they were left forgotten beside an open can of formula Clare had never seen before. She gave it a sniff, shut the lid properly, and peered at the label.

Premium goat’s milk. Organic. Enriched for lactating dogs.

Poppy’s pen was ajar. Zeke’s feet stuck out of one end of it. The rest of him was sprawled inside, dead asleep on his back on the cold kitchen tile. Poppy had curled up on his coat and was burrowed into his side, snoring. Her pups had likewise made themselves comfortable around their new bedmate. One had crept into the wrist of Zeke’s cashmere sweater, while a pair of squeaking girls buried their little faces into his beard. Their brother - the feisty, noisy one - had crawled down the neck of Zeke’s shirt and had fallen asleep with his round little bum tucked under Zeke’s chin and his tail all over Zeke’s mouth. The rest of the litter flopped like molten clocks all over his face and head.

Erwin sidled up to his wife and peered over her shoulder at their friend. “Should we wake him?”

Clare didn’t even take a moment to consider. “Nah. Better to let them grow on him.”

—

Over the next few weeks, Zeke made more frequent appearances at the Smith’s under the pretext of embracing his ‘uncle duties’. Whether he was more an uncle to Shrekky or to Poppy and her babies, remained unclear.

One morning, eight weeks to the day he was roped into Poppy’s world, Zeke felt an overwhelming hankering to take his usual morning jog past the Smith house for a change. And since he was already there, he figured, good old Uncle Zeke might as well drop in and enliven their day.

Except he found the Smiths’ home already chaotic.

It wasn’t eight o’clock in the morning yet, but the driveway was already backed up with cars and the lawn crawling with people - mostly families with beaming, bouncing children in tow. Zeke spotted Shrekky in the thick of it, making playmates and showing off the puppies - beagle puppies - in her arms. Nearby, her parents chatted with a handful of people wearing shirts emblazoned with a rescue shelter’s logo.

Zeke wove through the crowd and caught Clare by the upper arm.

“What’s going on?”

She was tremendously pleased to see him, if her wide, toothy grin was any indication. Gesturing to the shelter people, “It’s adoption day! Poppy and her babies are going to their forever homes today!”

A couple with a gaggle of noisy children walked past with their own beagle puppy. Zeke acutely felt the strange sinking feeling in his stomach.

“All of them?”

He didn’t catch Clare throwing a wink Erwin’s way. “Quite,” she said, linking her arm in his and steering him towards the house. “Huge turnout we have today. I’m pretty sure they’ll all be snapped up and gone soon. Take the chance to say good-bye. You’re their favourite uncle.” She tried not to snigger as she said that.

Zeke rolled his eyes but obediently followed her inside through the living room and the by-now familiar kitchen. The pen he had grown so used to seeing was dismantled now. Poppy and her babies had no use for it anymore. All that remained now was the gaudy floral blanket, making a last stand at hosting Poppy and her last remaining pup.

“Poor girl’s gone shy at all the commotion,” Clare explained.

Zeke sank onto the tile. Poppy’s tail wagged and her little face brightened at the sight of him. The roly-poly pup raising a ruckus beside her tumbled incessantly, barking for Zeke’s attention and pawing at his knee. Without a second thought, Zeke scooped the pup up and plonked him onto his lap, where he promptly began to bat and chew at the ends of Zeke’s hoodie strings.

“Who’s taking Poppy?” he suddenly asked. The dog had made herself comfortable with her head on his palm and was growing drowsy-eyed with contentment as she received a good chin rubbing.

“A man with a lovely farm,” Clare replied, watching the proceedings from the door. Zeke was completely engrossed, back to her and bent head almost level with Poppy’s and her baby’s. “She’ll have plenty of space to run and be a dog.”

“She’ll have plenty of room at your country place, too.”

Clare bit back a smile at that. “There’s a thought. We’ve all become fond of her.”

As Poppy snoozed on Zeke’s lap, her little pup clawed up Zeke’s sweatshirt, found himself hanging in mid-air by his sharp little claws, and let out a horrified howl. His mother’s ears twitched, but otherwise, she did not move. It was Zeke who laughed, untangled the tiny adventurer, and brought him up to face level.

“And this pint-sized gremlin?” he asked. “Who’s to be saddled with him?”

“Probably another family with a bunch of wailing kids who can spend all day running hi8m silly” Clare nonchalantly replied.

Zeke’s mouth thinned and his brows came together. “You mean he isn’t spoken for?”

“Nah.”

“No one wanted him enough to put in a reservation?” Zeke demanded, twisting around and sounding personally offended for the puppy, who was busying himself going to town leaving teeny tiny teeth puncture marks on the front of Zeke’s sweatshirt.

Clare shrugged.

“Is everybody in the world blind?” Zeke raved. In his indignation, he’d risen to his knees, puppy still possessively clutched to his chest. “How could anybody look at this face-” he gesticulated at the pup like he was showing off a national treasure, “and these little feetsies and not want him?”

The corners of Clare’s mouth twitched wildly. “Feetsies?”

Zeke didn’t hear or notice. He was too busy ranting about how people never saw the good that was right under their noses.

“Zeke, who are you to talk? You always called them ‘little gremlins’.”

“Because they are!” He looked down at the pup in his arms. It paused mid-gnaw, stared back at him, let out the biggest yawn its tiny face could muster, and hurled itself against his chest.

“He’s taken a real shine to Uncle Zeke,” Clare laughed. When there was no response forthcoming, she turned away to leave. “I need to get back to everybody up front. Take your time with them.”

‘Uncle Zeke’ did not remain long in the kitchen. Clare had not been gone fifteen minutes than her friend wandered out the front door, sweatshirt on backwards and Poppy in his arms. He strode right up to Clare and Erwin and deposited Poppy into Clare’s arms.

“Keep her,” he said, all stony-faced seriousness. Tilting his chin towards his chest, “And I’ll keep this pint-sized gremlin for myself.”

Stuffed into the fleece of the ample hoodie of his sweatshirt, Poppy’s last boy lolled contentedly on his back, blinking into the morning light and reaching with his soft pink paws. Zeke grinned at him and couldn’t resist reaching in to tickle the pup’s fat belly.

“We’re off to go shopping,” he announced to his friends, “Harry and I.”

Erwin’s brows went up. Clare crossed her arms and put on the smug-est grin in her arsenal. “Harry?”

Zeke made a face at her. “The gremlin. He wants to be called Harry. Told me himself.”

Clare’s satisfaction, if any, only expanded. “Of course,” she cooed. “Now where are you and Harry off to in such a rush?”

Zeke sniffed importantly. “To the shops, of course. We’re going to clean out the fanciest, best damn pet store in town to stick it to them.”

Erwin looked utterly bewildered. “Stick it to who?”

His wife gently patted his chest. “To everyone who didn’t deign fight over little Harry, of course. Right, Zeke?”

Terror-in-the-criminal-court Prosecutor Zeke Jaeger nodded curtly. “A big box of toys for Harry and presents for Poppy, too, to celebrate her staying.” Leaning forward, he petted her head. “Just you wait for Uncle Zeke to be back!”

Clare and Erwin watched him melt into the crowd with a pep to his step, whistling to himself and both hands cradled underneath his backwards hoodie.

“He forgot to sign the adoption papers,” Erwin remarked.

Clare laughed. “I’ll run them to his office on Monday morning.” For now, she was more than satisfied to watch them go on their merry way, a big old boy and his little dog.

#kabalians #the kabal multiverse of madness #fillers #harry's origin story

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