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This Aquarium Picks The Naughtiest Penguin Of The Month

We thought that cats were absolutely shameless creatures but it turns out that penguins are no better either. 

More pictures of my Sera cosplay for Scarborough Faire. My wig became a mess but god I really loved being Sera!

Sera: Me Anders: @lord-darth-tantrum Photographer: IG: BryonPhotography

My doggo, Ezri, who rarely barks and mostly borks.

She’s a German spitz - in the same family as keeshonds and pomeranians. She might be crossed with something else as her freckled coat, non-pointy nose, and personality are not standard for her breed (they’re usually a lot more high energy and excitable - she’s super laid back and chill). She’s a bit less fluffy than breed-standard too, mostly because she’s grown out from her spring/summer trim (not usually necessary/good for her type of coat but she gets terribly itchy otherwise). It also makes her look like a puppy of a large breed:

Ezri’s best friend is Murder Cat, who is a gentle friend to humans and Ezri, but does things to mice that would make Hannibal Lecter go “Isn’t that a bit much?”

I got Murder Cat as a kitten, and she used to try to nurse on everything when she was small. Eventually, she settled on her favourite thing to nurse on, Ezri, who has never had puppies and a little confused at first but eventually went with it. She grew out of it, but they have stayed snuggly buddies ever since.

New Years here is full of fireworks outside and Ezri gets Vry Scared. I usually set her up somewhere with a snuggly spot right by me, and Murder Cat comes and does this all night: 

She goes everywhere with me in my bakfiets (cargo bike) and lets me warm my hands in her fur on cold days.

And her ears disappear if I say her name to get her attention.

ok so great thanks for coming to my TED talk about my dog, good night, drive safe

Fenris remembers standing in his room shortly after they met, stomach roiling before the incongruity of a mage scrubbing his floor while her brother grumbled, carrying the splintered remains of a table outside. He stormed out then, some strange alloy of shame and dread burning through him, and almost left behind whatever had been started there, in fear of the day Hawke would claim her due. But that day never came, and when she let her mouth fall against his, he knew that it was not a test, not a game, that were he to say no, there would be no lash, no leash, no collar—but he did not want to say no, and so he took what was freely given, and took her. And then the dreams began.