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[dog-and-puppy]

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[jula483]

I'm just gonna leave this here 🙂

[every-sanji]

[fidjiefidjie]

🐎 Bonheur du jour ! 🐕

Petite course entre amis .... 🥰

Source :Just Wow

Bel après-midi 👋

[abirddogmoment]

i hope i never stop being amazed at the power of latent learning, like wow how cool is it to practice something a little bit, take a long break so it can sink in, and then return and do it beautifully??? amazing phenomenal and so so cool

[gummi-stims]

How about a nintendogs themed stimboard?

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[blueboyluca]

I backchained this map tonight (14-19, 8-14, 1-8) and it was so much fun and Topaz is an amazing agility dog. Highly recommend setting this one up if you want to run!

[winedogs]

made Jay take pics with this can of dog beer thrice bc I kept thinking “well what if he won’t do it at the beach”

[finniestoncrane]

finnie this might be random but what do you think of chappell roan?

i know almost nothing about her, but from what i do know i'm guessing she'd be happy with that lmao

i like the two songs i hear a lot, pink pony club and hot to go!! she reminds me of pop singers from my youth which is nice!!

[lasatfat]

Hey, happy Friday.

I'm liking the “You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer.” from the hurt / comfort dialogue list. For whoever you're in the mood for writing.

hurt/comfort dialogue | @dadrunkwriting

Kind of a loose sequel to Blood of the Lion. Warnings for blood and serious injuries.

Blood of the Crow

Alistair is there when she wakes up. She must have been out a while, because he is dead asleep, bathed in the morning sunlight filtering through the material of the canvas overhead. She feels like she’s coming out of the worst migraine of her life. Her head is pounding, her vision is somewhat blurry, and her mouth tastes as if she might have been sick at some point, and then cleaned her teeth. Alistair will know what happened, she decides. She reaches out to prod him awake, and finds her hand bandaged and splinted.

She reached up instinctively, aiming to catch his wrist, but the blade plunged through her hand instead.

Eireann bolts upright, and instantly regrets it. The pain in her head stabs sharper. She tips over, onto her elbow, and suddenly Alistair is up and alert.

“It’s alright, Eireann,” he says, softly. “You’re going to be alright.”

Poison. Of course the blade was poisoned. She was going to die in the dirt, with only her murderer for company.

It’s coming back to her, but in bits and pieces, flashes she can’t put together. Someone attacked her, she knows that much, but she can’t remember how she survived. Her throat is so dry. “Can I have some water?” she manages to ask.

“Oh, yes. Yes, of course.” He moves an arm up her back to cradle her. Her face ends up pressed into his chest, which is beautifully warm even if it does make breathing a little difficult. She might even enjoy it, if she wasn’t so confused. He clumsily shifts her to hold her head, and pours water sip by sip into her mouth.

He was leaning over her. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but there was only blood splashing into her own mouth.

Alistair sets the waterskin down, and pulls her a little tighter to him. “Eireann, you’re safe.”

It’s a lovely, sweet gesture, but it isn’t what she’s worried about. No, there’s something else, but her addled mind can’t parse it. She turns her face back towards Alistair’s chest, throat tight and aching, tears soaking into his shirt. “He was hurt,” she cries. “I hurt someone…I don’t…”

He fell on the blade of her staff. He was wearing armour, but the silverite sliced through it as though it were butter. For an electric moment, Eireann stared into his honey-coloured eyes, old eyes that had seen too much. Brown skin, golden hair. Pointed ears, pierced like hers, and small for an elf – perhaps there was some human blood in him. The left side of his face was marked with sweeping black curves. They way he looked at her, it was like he was seeing her for the first time, and he almost smiled.

“Eireann, he tried to kill you,” Alistair says, firmly. “He - Zevran, his name is - he told us everything when we found you. You hurt him when you fought back.”

Yes, that makes sense. He must have tackled her to the ground, and then stabbed her through the hand. She will have thrown him off, and grabbed her staff, and then he ran into the blade. That’s why he was leaning over her. And then…

Cradling the wounded hand to her chest, Eireann forced herself to her knees beside him. Her vision swam, but she clung with a vice grip to consciousness. He was still watching her.

“Jus…jusa lil longer,” she slurred out. She remembers how angry she was that her mouth wouldn’t work. “Keep yur eyes opn…”

Her right hand began to glow, as she passed it over the split in his armour. The split in his flesh. She could only summon a fraction of her mana, but she poured everything she had into him. It wasn’t enough to seal it completely, but it might just make it survivable.

Eireann looks up, with a wan smile. “I remember. I saved him.”

Alistair smiles back. “You did.” But the smile slips from his face, and now he’s the one confused. “Why?”

She doesn’t know. Well, that’s not true. She knows the reason, but she hadn’t even thought at the time, and she has no idea how to convey it. After Ostagar, and Redcliffe, and the Circle, it was all too much. So much death and suffering and fear. The thought that her life would end with her causing yet more of it…

It takes her several minutes, but eventually she finds the words.

“I was dying,” she says. “I didn’t want the last thing I ever did to be killing someone.”

Alistair chuckles, but not derisively. Almost as if he’s chiding himself for not knowing already. “You really are a rare person, Eireann.”

Eireann can’t quite manage a laugh, but she hopes the smile and sharp exhale get the same message across. “Is he still here?”

Alistair nods.

“I need to talk to him.”

“Not now,” Alistair insists, with an authority she hasn’t seen before. “You need to rest.”

“Will you stay with me?” she asks.

“I have so far,” he replies. “Yes, of course I will.”

Ever so gently, he lowers her back to the bedroll, brushing her hair away from her face. With her uninjured hand, she tugs on his shirt. She couldn’t pull him down on a good day, let alone in this state, but he takes the hint and stretches out beside her. His body is warm next to hers.

“Wait,” she mumbles, before she drifts off. “How did you find me?”

Alistair breathes another laugh. “Let’s just say, that dog of yours is starting to grow on me.”

Her right hand gripped Mabu’s harness, with the last of her strength. “Don’ let thm leave him.”

As last words go, they wouldn’t have been the worst.

[ponypasture]

Thoughts on the new jaiden animation video

[fidjiefidjie]

Petit jeu 🏃‍♂️‍➡️👍🐕 entre amis !

Source :Tannokasa5

👋 bel après-midi

[smallhatlogan]

Odin gets on Frodo’s level to play with him which is very cute imo

[starringvincentprice]

finally updated my dvd movie list on letterboxd and happy to report that i have 161 movies now

[wildelydawn]

https://www.tumblr.com/wildelydawn/760475696266149888/i-pitched-this-angsty-jude-and-gavi-fic-idea-to-my?source=share it's just gavi's way of showing love lmao. no but all the content that el clásico left always kills me, gavi would have been basically apologizing after having committed some very hard foul lmao. he had the task of marking jude and not letting him breathe, which he was doing pretty well until the second half when some changes were made that didn't help him. conclusion: jude turned the game around and madrid ended up winning. and gavi literally ended up crying. sensitive boy 😭

I feel compelled to tell you that this was the IG reel I was obsessively watching and not just for the editing and how funny it is, but because the way Gavi dove head first towards the ball. That got me SO fucking interested in his style of play. And I ended up actually seeing that clip you're talking about, with Gavi crying, and that's sort of what inspired the new fic idea I have! I mean I haven't seen him play in real time, obviously with his injury and me only seriously watching since last year, but it's very clear that he takes the crest seriously and that he brings a certain passion and dedication to the game that's pretty raw and unrestrained. Being that passionate in anything will get someone emotional, so I get why he cried after losing. I think it's admirable, especially in a world (football or otherwise) in which people (and perhaps particularly men) are so often injured/mentally unwell and told to cope on their own. I can't wait for him to start playing again!

[imalayla]

Today's sniffer enrichment is sprinkling treats in differently layers in the toynlbox. And hiding treats in some of the toys themselves. Easy enough.