#sherpard

[andyoullhearitagain]

Ok, DS9, "Little Green Men," the dog. Did Odo, like, knock out that professor's dog and lock him in a closet, or was everyone on that military base like "Oh I thought that was YOUR dog"

[se-hinton-confessions]

I love all the Shepard headcanons! I’ve seen so many, like desi, Haitian, Russian, Mexican, people are so creative!

I feel like a lot of people like to project their own ethnicity onto the Shepards in particular (I’ve seen at least three different fairly popular tumblrs admit it lol)

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[canwriteitbetterthanueverfeltit]

oh noooo I want to write a snowbaz superhero au

[ghostofthemost141]

I'll Be Back Chapter 6

Ch.1. Ch.2. Ch.3. Ch.4. Ch.5. Ch.7. Ch.8.

About: Amelia 'Amy' Vargas had everything going for her. Her dream dog, big house, and in the honeymoon phase with her husband Alejandro Vargas. Her worst fear comes true when Alejandro is KIA during a mission. Or so she thinks. He comes back home, seemingly normal and like his usual self, but Rodolfo, who witnessed his death, is very suspicious.

!Warnings!: Suggestive Talk and talk of Death

Notes: Plot kind of changed a little bit. I was gonna have it to were Alejandro was dead but then comes back but decided to change it to were he may have died but is deemed alive for 'whatever reason'. Regardless, hope y'all enjoy it.

“..de-” 

*RINGRING*

Rudy was caught off with his phone ringing loudly. He tried to ignore it, but it kept ringing obnoxiously. I nodded at him to answer, still mentally and emotionally preparing myself for the worst. 

“What do you want, Graves?” Rudy snared into his phone upon answering. 

Rudy’s face slowly morphed from anger to confusion and then to complete surprise. 

“Um..uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Bye.” Rudy mumbled, hanging up the phone. 

“Is everything alright?” I asked. 

“Yeah..Uh Graves just told me that Alejandro is alive.” 

Relief washed over me as Rudy said that. 

“Oh fuck.” I croaked out, trying not to cry as I just was on the brink of. 

“He did get shot in the head but Graves just told me he miraculously survived and that he wants to see you now.” Rudy explained to me. 

“Okay, okay, okay uh, I..” 

For a split second I thought Rudy was going to tell me that my husband was dead, but instead he is alive but injured. A loud exciting bark occured as Winston realized who was here. 

“Oh Winston, I have to leave, let me go put you in your crate.” I said as I picked him up, “give me a second please.” 

“Of course, ma’am.” Rudy said as I sauntered off to his kennel that was on the other side of the living room. 

“Okay Winston, I gotta go get Daddy, he is hurt but I’ll be back alright? Here’s your teddy.” I tell him as I sit him down gently on his bed, giving him his teddy so he knows it's there. 

Winston bit down on the teddy and got comfortable in his bed, tending to his toys. Seeing that he was comfortable, I shut the door to his cage and quickly grabbed my jacket and purse. I rushed out with Rudy, making sure the door was locked as I shut it. 

“What happened?” I asked as I got into the passenger seat of Rudy’s car. 

Rudy started the car and peeled out of our driveway, heading straight for our local hospital, driving as fast as he legally could. 

“He used himself as a human shield and was shot in the head. He went limp on top of me. I thought for sure he was dead but..” Rudy stopped, his face burrowing into frustration. 

I can see the frustration on his face, but I selfishly didn’t care. All I cared about was that my husband was alive and that he was okay. You can survive headshot wounds, it’s rare, but it can happen. I can tell Rudy was still confused but I could tell that internally he was happy that his Colonel was alive and well. 

“But he is indeed alive. And I am happy that for your sake he is alive.” 

“For your sake too, Rudy.” I added, with a smile. 

Rudy gave me a smile back as the rest of the drive up to the hospital was a silent one, but in a good way. 

~

“He’s just in here.” Rudy said as we stopped at a hospital room door. 

I could hear some muffling talking in the room, indicating that Alejandro was not the only one in there. For some reason, that made me hesitate going in there. 

“Is he..” 

“His usual self? Yes.” Rudy finished what I was thinking. 

I gave another sigh of relief hearing Rudy say that. I knocked on the door loudly to indicate my presence. 

“Not right now!” A nurse’s voice yelled from inside the room. 

What. The. Fuck. Just hearing that made my blood boil and burn inside. 

“It’s his wife.” I announce. 

“Don’t care.” 

I busted open the door, barging in. 

“Don’t tell no damn woman to wait after she found out her husband is alive after getting shot in the goddamn head.” I growled, immediately getting into the nurse’s space, “how dare y’all?”

“Querida..” A low, husky voice called to me. 

I turned to my left, seeing Alejandro in the hospital bed, with a big bandage wrapped around his head and in a hospital gown. He looked like himself but not at the same time. 

“Alejandro.” I cried out, nearly jumping into his arms but I had to hold myself back in doing so. 

I held him tightly as he did as well the best he could. I leaned my head onto his chest, feeling the heavy tears escape out of my eyes, staining his gown. 

“Oh my god.” I say, leaning up to look at him. 

Alejandro weakly smiled at me, holding my hand tightly. 

“You’re alive.” I croaked. 

Alejandro chuckled. 

“Sí, te dije que volvería.[Yes, I told you I would be back]” Alejandro told me. 

I chuckled, knowing that it was indeed him. It was Alejandro Vargas, my husband. My dear husband. I leaned in and gave him a passionate, deep kiss. Alejandro kissed back, holding my cheeks as he did so, feeling his familiar stubble touching my face. I pulled away, giggling in response and rubbing his stubble. 

“What? Do I need to shave?” Alejandro asked. 

“No. I just missed you is all.” I said, feeling his stubble prick my hand. 

Alejandro’s eyes gazed over behind me. I turned to find Rodolfo standing there, not awkwardly but definitely waiting for both of us to have our moment. 

“Rodolfo.” Alejandro called to him, causing me to back away but Alejandro held my hand, keeping me in place. 

“¿Señor?” Rudy said, approaching him. 

“Did we..did we take down the cartel?” Alejandro asked, wincing as he talked. 

“Yes sir we did. Thanks to you.” Rudy thanked him, making him chuckle. 

“No, that was all you, Rudy. I knew I made the right decision with you taking over Los Vaqueros.” Alejandro told Rudy, with a beaming smile. 

Rudy smiled in response, knowing he was appreciative of hearing those words from his Colonel. 

“Everything is going to be okay.” I said, leaning onto Alejandro’s chest. 

Alejandro chuckled, pecking my head in response knowing he felt the same way. 

~

“Are you okay?” 

I had just put the car in park in our driveway and Alejandro was doubled down over, holding his head. 

“Hmhm, yes querida.” Alejandro croaked out. 

I placed a reassuring hand on his back, rubbing it up and down. 

“I’m sorry, Alejandro.” I apologized. 

“Esta bien mi amor. No necesitas disculparte.[It’s okay, my love. No need to apologize.]” Alejandro told me, placing his hand on my thigh. 

He gripped it gently, but I could feel the tension and pain he was feeling. The doctor prescribed him some pain killers but it is only a temporary prescription so he can only take it when he really needs it and the shit practically knocks him out into a deep sleep. 

“Do you want your meds?” I offer. 

“No, no it’s okay. Estoy bien.” Alejandro said with his best reassuring tone. 

I sighed, knowing he was hurting but he was trying to put on a brave face for me. He didn’t need to do that but I know that no matter the circumstances, he was going to do that. 

“You can hold onto me to go inside.” I offered again. 

“Thank you, mi amar.” Alejandro thanked me. 

I nodded as I got out of the car, gathered up all of our belongings, and met Alejandro on the passenger side. I could tell any slight movement he made would send shooting pain up to his head. 

“Easy, amor.” I cooed to him, trying to make him take it slow. 

I helped Alejandro out of the car and he held onto my shoulder as we made the slow walk to the front door. I fished for my keys and unlocked the front door, immediately getting greeted by loud, joyful barking, which made Alejandro cringe with pain. 

“Winston, shush!” 

“It’s fine, he doesn’t understand.” Alejandro mumbled, “he will stop barking if you let him out.” 

“True.” I said, as I helped Alejandro to the couch. 

Alejandro laid down on his back onto the couch, softly groaning in pain as his head hit the cushion. The thought of him seeing him miserable and hurting, hurt me more on the inside. I turned to let Winston out who immediately stopped the barking and ran to Alejandro, jumping onto his chest and his nose nudging his nose with his tail wagging so fast that his butt was shaking. It was a cute sight. Alejandro chuckled, petting Winston’s fluffy little head. 

“Hey little guy. Take care of your mom for me?” Alejandro asked him, earning a kiss from Winston. 

“I’d take that as a yes.” I said, laughing. 

~

“Do you feel alright?” I ask Alejandro, turning back to him. 

“I mean,” Alejandro smirked, his eyes grazing up and down at me, “I have a great view.” 

I chuckled, covering my blushing face as he said that. 

“You perv.” I joked, hitting him with my towel. 

“Am I being perv or just admiring my wife in all of her glory?” Alejandro said. 

He’s not wrong. I just rolled my eyes at him as I turned back to the shower to check the temperature and make sure the shower chair was stable. 

“Doctor said showers were okay but to make sure my head stays in the open air so it doesn’t get infected.” Alejandro informed me, remembering that his wound was in the back of his head. 

I nodded in response, feeling the water be at the right temperature. 

“It’s ready.” I say as I approach him. 

Alejandro was already undressed and ready for me to walk him in. Due to were the bullet hit him in his brain,  he has to work on his physical balance and footing, in which I of course don’t mind at all helping him at all and taking him to his appointments. 

“I got you, Ale.” I reassure him as I wrapped my arm around him, and onto his hip, keeping his body in place with mine as we slowly made our way to the shower. 

I could feel Alejandro’s footing slick a little once we made it to the shower floor and he hesitated. 

“You’re okay, Alejandro, I got you.” I reassure him. 

“I don’t want to accidentally hurt you, Amelia.” 

“You won’t.” I retort back. 

Alejandro chuckled. 

“My stubborn little ángel.” 

I rolled my eyes, as I helped Alejandro sit down on the medical chair that was placed in the middle of our shower. 

“Thank God we opted for a big shower.” I comment, standing in front of him. 

“Well we know the real reason why we did that.” Alejandro mentioned. 

“God, you sly dog.” 

Alejandro just chuckled at me saying that, knowing damn well he was practically getting a show. 

“Water temperature okay?” I ask, letting the water fall on him. 

“Perfecto.” 

I nodded as I scanned over to see what shampoo to use on him. 

“Amelia.” 

I turned to find Alejandro staring me down but in a suggestive way. 

“What do you want, Señor?” I ask, returning the same energy. 

“Come sit on Papa’s lap.” Alejandro demanded. 

“Yes sir.” 

~

“How’s your head?” 

“Better. Gettin’ sleepy though.” Alejandro mumbled, his hand movements through my hair getting slower and slower. 

“I know you want me to keep laying on your chest but you can’t be laying on your wound.” I reminded him. 

“I know, I know. Five more minutes.” Alejandro said. 

I held him tighter, just feeling grateful that Alejandro was here with me and he was okay. Alive. 

“When do you want to start trying?” I ask. 

“We can as soon as possible.” 

“Well I want you to be better first.” I say, craning my neck to be looking up at him. 

“I know,” Alejandro said, stringing my hair through his fingers, “but I know it’s something that you want.” 

“I mean, you want it too right?” 

“Of course, querida. You would be a great madre.” Alejandro told me. 

“And you would be a great padre.” I say back, leaning up closer to his face to were his stubble was touching me, “I just hope we don’t have to go at it like rabbits to make it happen.” 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” Alejandro remarked. 

I just rolled my eyes at him, giving him a peck on his chin. 

“Can I ask you something?” I ask. 

“Anything.” 

“Um..” I pause, thinking on how to properly ask this, “what did it feel like?” 

“Did what, Amy?” 

“Uh, well dying. I mean Rudy swears you did, but Graves says otherwise.” I say. 

Alejandro’s doe brown eyes stared into mine, and I could feel as if all of his emotions he felt when it all happened. 

“It was..weird. I didn’t really feel anything. One second I was awake and then the next was blackness. I felt like I was floating infinitely in just darkness. I could hear everything going on around me but couldn’t see it. And real quick I was back.” Alejandro explained to me. 

Just hearing that made me squeeze him really tight. 

“Cariña.” Alejandro mumbled, feeling my tight squeeze. 

“I’m sorry it’s just..you were almost gone.” 

“But I am still here.” He reassured me. 

“I know.” I say, “you should probably roll over now.” 

“Okay.” He mumbled. 

Alejandro cringed as he rolled over onto his side, facing me and I did the same thing. 

“If you need to use the restroom, then wake me up okay? I don’t want you to fall.” I say, feeling myself get woozy. 

“M’kay.” Alejandro said with a smile, leaning in to kiss me. 

I kissed back softly, just happy that he was here. He would be here forever. 

*BEEP* 

Just as I was dozing off, I heard my phone beep indicating someone sent me a text. Weird. Who would be texting me at this hour? 

“Who is..” Alejandro’s drowsy voice spoke with his eyes halfway open. 

I rolled over to look and see who it was. 

…

Graves. 

~

[elfrootlover420]

smashing the f12 key everytime they are in the same frame together like I'm getting paid for it

[lcstinfantasy]

the outburst is quiet shocking to say the least. it was as if this palce was an actual thing; not just a dream. stuck in a limbo of shorts that's all terrifying and seems to have caused true fright in him. shepard only hopes that he could offer some type of support after all but fiction is what he knew best.

"it sounds like your explaining a demon of sorts. something read along in mythical tellings. emotional demons can be a parasite of sorts." sherpard allowed himself to believe that some creatures did exist. especially those such as demons, spirits and the likes. there was proof, the masses just didn't want to believe it. things that were not so easily explained. "like he holds something over you. you trapped so he punishes you by keeping a part of you locked away with him and because a part of you is there, the rest of you wants to join it. no matter how much that desire is not real."

Grayson looked at the other as he sat down next to him, so they could see at each other on eye level. It had a calming effect on Grayson; his hands relaxed, instead of clutching it, they just lay on the book, fingers absently stroking the dozens of post-its at its side.

At the professor's questions, he shook his head. It wasn't like that, but he didn't know how to explain it.

“I don’t want to go there!” His voice was suddenly firm and louder – too loud. He looked down, ashamed, and just shrugged his shoulders. Silence followed. After some time, Grayson continued in a much lower voice.

“I don’t want to go there, but sometimes I can’t fight it. And he’s always there. I don’t see him every time, but I know he is there. Because I trapped him there. And he tries to keep me there with him. He wants to force me to let him out. But I won’t. So he keeps parts of me with him. And, and when I'm awake something is missing, but at the same time I feel like being there. In that dream. With him.”

His eyes met the other’s. The last person he had told this, didn’t say he was crazy. She was a psychologist and she had a very sane explanation for all this. She said it was Grayson’s own guilt that had manifested into this ‘demon’ in his nightmares. Yes, he did feel guilty, and this guilt weighed heavier than anything he could possibly bear, but he did bear it. He had been bearing it for almost nine years now. But that wasn't what was trapped inside his dreams. He knew it, because he had seen him before, he had seen what he had done.

[magnoliamyrrh]

never in my life will i understand how keeping sheep is animal abuse to some vegans....... they grow.... wool.... they need to be sheered because theyve been bred for so long to grow so much wool that if u dont sheer them..... this isn't good for the animal........ sheering,,,,, does not hurt,,,, if you make cheese and drink sheep milk...... no fucking sherpard is gonna take so much that the baby sheep dont have milk...... because that would kill their baby sheep...... which theyre often attached to on top of having a direct interest in them being alive......,,,,,, my people been herding sheep for thousands of years.... them sheep live a more free and happy life than we do out in the mountains,,,,,,, uhhhhhhhh

uh...???

[mitamicah]

Remember to cherish the Good Boy (here german sherpard Nace) :3

Sort of a sequel to this

Seperate sketches under the line

[kairithemang0]

for the moodboard requests, shepherd's pie with a retro theme if you're so inclined /nf

Sherpard's Pie moodboard with retro related images

All images found on Pinterest <3

[thealmightytrashdump]

Can you make some headcanon about his childhood? 🤔 i know he was manufactured so i suppose there were some "standards" he needed to follow at that time.

I like to imagine baby wesker couldn't be a child really. Like he was immediately groomed from maybe 7-8 weeks old to be "superior." Taken from his parents at a very very very young age. Raised mostly likely in a strict competitive environment all his life. No wonder this man has a ton of fucking issues.

First off. Getting chosen/kidnapped/orphaned. They had to select a child with quote unquote "superior genes." I'm halfway convinced they chose upper middle class white children, mayhaps with the 1940s Nazi Hilter Aryan race mindset. Spencer was in an older generation with older generation concepts cough RACISM cough so to speak.

So they obtain the child, in order to do whatever the fuck to him, they erase his birth identity from existence. Scrub him from the world and give him the new name they chose to fit the project. Albert Wesker.

Maybe they even went as far as given him a fake birthdate. Not birth year, but a fake birthday. (Basically canon at this point)

Wesker probably couldn't celebrate any holidays, or maybe all he would get as gifts were expensive reading materials/study guides/office supplies. Maybe the toys they gave him were secretly tests and puzzles and whatnot.

Maybe some of the other Wesker children were different ethnicities and they just didn't make it. So in a twisted sense perhaps that confirmed some prejudices that may or may not have been had by Umbrella's founders.

Of course his caretakers would encourage suitable behaviors and discourage certain idealogies. Not necessarily correcting bad behavior per say, more so correcting any undesirable traits like free will and fun. So maybe even from a young age, he was taught that being cruel was okay, maybe necessary to survive his upbringing. He didn't know better and no one was certainly teaching him good morals. Me thinks he wasn't raised religiously, but definitely could be wrong on this.

Of course being specifically chosen to be in the project means he naturally excelled in a boarding school learning environment. He definitely got some excellent af education.

Maybe he was on the autistism spectrum and they catered/designed his education for him specifically to succeed. Maybe they just abused him hard enough for him to learn how to survive despite any perceived learning setbacks. Either way, he did graduate at 17.

I like to think he was privately tutored but also maybe got some public university experience (where he could've met William), but canonically they supposedly met after he got his degrees and was shipped off to the arklay mountains where he worked under Dr. Marcus, right?

I like to think one of his private tutors tried to unbrainwash Albert and the trio founders of Umbrella stopped that nonsense real quick.

He has to have been raised with the other Wesker children and had to have realized their deaths/project failure was too systematic and put two and two together. For sure, Alex was the favorite of Spencer, and Albert (in terms of the wesker program) was average at best. He was superior genetically to Alex, but she was way more Intellectually advanced. Perhaps, he was an unruly child and needed a stricter lifestyle than Alex did. Either way, this is why Umbrella recuited William in, and tried to pit him and Wesker against each other. It would give Albert a goal to work towards, to strive to be better so to speak.

Albert was, of course, intelligent enough to not make enemies of his peers, Alex and William included. But that doesn't mean he liked them. Or hated them. I think he thought of them as coworkers.

His "friendship" with William (who was not raised to be a really smart sheep) definitely introduce some very interesting concepts to Wesker.

'What if not sheep but instead, a sherpard?' Which sparks his initial interest in learning about Spencer (who at this point imprinted himself on Wesker's psyche) and Umbrella. He was initally content with just getting his "dream job" as a researcher in Umbrella, but eventually begins thinking like "a sherpard" thus makes the deal with an increasingly paranoid Spencer to betray Dr. Marcus.

Of course, that means he's still under Spencer's thumb but he's starting to see the fucked up lamp in his dream bubble of a life. So schemes to get out of it by either: convincing Umbrella to let him join the military for some juicy secret B.OW. testing OR attempting to leave his predetermined life via joining the military.

(This would be around the time the virgin Wesker meets the hot dommy future Jake mommy. Mans never stood a chance.)

Either way, he must've not liked the vibes of the military because he immediately comes crawling back to being a researcher in Umbrella. Maybe due to his military experience, he gets promoted to head of security in arklay and selected to be undercover via S.T.A.R.S. Cap Wesker. Two positions, he most likely disliked heavily.

Keeping in mind, around this time, Alex was off on some island being God, William was making breakthroughs with the G virus, and now there's a new bitch(s) introduced as another rival in his life: Alexia Ashford (and her brother) who creates the T veronica Virus.

I imagine at this point, he's getting burned out, overworked, and basically the lowest asshole on the Umbrella totempole among his peers. I bet his ego was bruised and he just got tired of it.

At this point, he only had the T virus credited to him (and William), and he didn't even create it. Dr. Marcus (and co.) created it. All this man has at this point is knowledge and a ton of research and a killer body that survived one progenitor virus (this has enhanced his immune system and most likely gave him his naturally fit buff hot body.)

When the revived Queen leech Dr. Marcus starts fucking things up in the arklay mountains, this motherfucker's first thought after he realized he couldn't contain the problem (as head of security, Wesker would be the problem solver), he fucking decides to dip. "Bollocks to Umbrella." He says, and cuts a deal with some random ass organization/US military and accidentally dies trying to get some last minute B.O.W. research to sell.

Remember he had William design him a specific version of [Insert virus here](I think it was the T virus with some Wesker goop mixed in) so he probably did that as a failsafe, so he could survive. Though, it was probably untested but at this point, his career has basically imploded, and he knew it.

He literally writes that the arklay mountain and the raccoon city incident was the downfall of Umbrella and it was technically his (and William's) fault. He has nothing to lose (except his life), and everything to gain, if his gamble paid off.

And it did. He survives, and gets called a fucking loser by Chris and Jill and also sergei. Lmao. No wonder he was so smug and petty when next he sees them. Wanting to gloat and show off as much as possible.

[lunar-rcp]

Poli hcs pls?

୨ . ࣪ Poli headcanons . . ﹚ ⭐️ !

• love this little guy! he's a cutie patootie.

• cw: depression mention.

☆ . Poli adores the stars. Often, he stays up at night to watch the stars twinkle in the sky! His favourite star is the regulus. A star that shines the brightest, like him!

☆ . Poli's actually a little bit clumsy. He isn't the same levels as clumsy as a certain helicopter, but he does tend to trip over stuff way too easily.

☆ . He finds butterflies pretty, but is still freaked out by them by their legs. Let's just say Poli and bugs do not mix that well.

☆ . Doesn't like vegetables. At all. He's a bit of a picky eater, but he's trying his best! Like Helly, he's a total sweettooth. Although, he does keep that fact about him a little hidden.

☆ . He can't talk properly without doing hand gestures. He needs to gesture everything in order to understand himself. He's a bit of a rambler sometimes!

☆ . Total worrywart. He worries too easily. He's like an overprotective father, but he means well!

☆ . Poli is depressed. He had been struggling with depression for years, but now with the rct team. Things have gotten a lot better for him! Although, the road still is rocky for him, but the team is there for him. Always!

☆ . Wakes up extremely early. Poli is the one who wakes up the earliest out of the team without pulling an all nighter! (Looking at you, Roy.) He usually wakes up at 5 to have a morning run.

☆ . He adores german sherpards! The typical policedog, I know. When he was a child, he did actually own a dog! He loved him to death. Poli's dog still lives to this very day! Poli had named him regulus.

☆ . The victim of the pranks Droney & Helly (Sometimes even Roy) pull on him. This doesn't mean he doesn't get them back. (He loves to scare them with his loud ass sirens.)

☆ . Poli has one annual swearing pass each year. He doesn't swear much, but only ever does when he gets really frustrated.

☆ . Adores small, little objects. He likes to collect the randomest of things and place them proudly in his room.

☆ . He was extremely surprised when HE out of all people was appointed as leader. At first, he even thought he'd just let them down. But gained his courage after seeing just how well he can lead a plan.

☆ . Has an amazing sense of humour. The amount of times he has let others crying-laughing on the floor is too much.

☆ . Next to Roy, he also gets flustered super easily. It does take a little to get him flustered but once you hit his weak spot, he's a mess! He especially gets flustered if he's complimented by higher ups.

☆ . A father figure to the children of Broomstown. They all look up to him, and wish to be just like him one day.

☆ . He may not look like it, but he loves to tease as well. He especially teases Roy.

☆ . Gives the best hugs!

☆ creds for divider ; @bunnysrph

Thank you for the ask ~ ☆

[jaundice-flynn]

☆(Pinned) intro post!!☆

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[demianasks]

I drew a flock of sheep, to represent my crew. And its sherpard, as most flocks of sheep from my world have.

- An Academic

Wonderful. These sheep are happy and well cared for under the protection of the shepherd.

[d1no-b0y]

Hiii could u do a Rottweiler petre agere mood board like with a paci deco or non deco ur choice and a sippy cup, like non leaning gender wise, like nice Rottweiler puppy not like the way they're shown in media and stuff :3 (sorry if this is too much)

Rottweiler moodboard!!

My second favourite pup after German Sherpards ♡♡

REQUESTS

[just-a-pole-sir]

How do you generally like to customize your Shepard? Or is default hunky buzzcut man your go to? (Not judging if it is, he's a pleasant sight for sure)

Default hunky buzzcut Sherpard aka Mark Vanderloo.

[cameronsbabydoll]

if you ever want something to cook what i think is a british staple is a cottage/shepards pie

i think americans have this but like its a staple

cottage pie - beef mine but sherpards - lamb

meat mince, carrots, peas, mash, and cheese on top occasionally gravy i think

you HAVE to make this homemade otherwise it will not taste the same!!

i’m such a picky eater cause um!!