Took the bus to the big city yesterday and it only stops near where I live in the early morning and late at night, so I left a bowl for Pandolf with enough food for his 2 meals of the day. He didn’t start eating because it was too early for breakfast and he’s punctilious about mealtimes, but I told him “Bon appétit” to Authorise The Kibble, then left. When I came home at night it was long past his normal dinner time yet I found the bowl half-full—he had eaten the breakfast portion but since he only got 1 bon appétit he didn’t dare to eat the rest for dinner. I don’t think if I had said it twice in a row he would have understood that one of them was a Bon Appétit voucher for his next meal unfortunately. But I’m always amazed by his scruples, he is the most principled animal I know. When he was a puppy he would try to stick his head in his bowl while I poured the food so I taught him to wait until he heard ‘bon appétit’ before going anywhere near it—and very quickly in his mind the words became an incantation that turns the contents of his bowl from a miasma of forbidden unthinkableness into edible food that belongs to him.
This is Pandolf waiting for me to cast the Legal Food spell:
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I'm not gonna lie I have such a fondness for parents taking care of their regressed kids... I know that would be awkward and complicated in real life but in a fictional context it makes me so soft...
Question: do your parents know you regress? Do they interact at all/are they supportive?
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Wyldfyre 🔥
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This was planned to be just a simple doodle but then I got carried away with rendering so uh- Tada?
(Please do not repost or use my works anywhere without explicit permission from me first thank you <3)
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THEY CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS
this isn't funny anymore you guys have to stop before I pass out
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These days Poldine gets to go out for a little walk every day at apéritif time, because she's a good llama who doesn't bother my guests (too much) (she does ask for baby carrots and kisses) and she always returns to her pasture without a fuss. It's become a nice little summer evening ritual.
And it happened several times that Pampérigouste didn't see me open the gate for her daughter, and, when she realised Poldine was out, became genuinely puzzled as to how her prim and proper kid found a way out that she hadn't.
Pampelune would be allowed to go out too, but most of the time she's content to stay in the pasture with Pirlouit; it's only Pampe who (once she realises her daughter can't possibly have escaped on her own and I must have facilitated it) is like
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Unique sketches by Paul McCartney to go on display for the first time
In 1966 Paul McCartney was invited by Epstein to design the stage backdrop for the upcoming appearance by Tamla Motown artists the Four Tops.
Paul proceeded to draw 12 intriguing designs that would cater for a variety of entertainers.
Design number 8 was used by the Four Tops for their performance in November of 1966.
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Agreeing to get there in fifteen minutes was stupid! Their apartment was on the far side of town! Agreeing at all was stupid, anyway. Her siblings would kill her if they knew she was meeting a guy, practically a stranger, in the middle of the night, like, what was she even thinking—
She saw Lukas ahead, and all that thinking just went away. He smiled warmly as Mist got close, and now she just felt stupid for making him worry.
“I’m so sorry, you really didn’t have to do this. I’m fine, really,” she rambled, and he laughed.
“You didn’t ask, I offered, dummy.”
“Well, yeah, but...” She trailed off, fidgetting with the hem of her shorts.
“You been on the beach yet?” He nudged her shoulder, and she glanced up with a smile, then shook her head. He flicked his head in that direction, and after a brief hesitation, she followed him onto the sand. “Me neither.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “No? Not even for fresher’s week?”
He laughed. “Naaaah.”
“Really? That surprises me.”
“Because I look like a beach party guy?” he asked, brow raised in amusement.
Mist flushed. “Kinda,” she mumbled.
“It’s the tan and the blonde hair, right?”
Don’t answer that. Still, he chuckled at her noticeable silence.
“You’re half right,” Lukas admitted. “Love the beach, hate the people on it. Drunk people even more so.”
“Alcohol and unpredictable water does sound like a terrible combination,” Mist reasoned. “Especially at night. A recipe for disaster, really.”
“Exactly. And I wouldn’t be able to stop myself telling people to cool it, ya know? I’d just ruin their fun, so I stay away.”
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