Gryffindor girl

Meet the cute and funny Skipy ❤️

Okay, I need some help spreading this beautiful boy! He's looking for a home. He currently lives with his mum in a shelter in Croatia but his mum is allowed to move to her furever home in 4 weeks. It would be devastating for this precious boy to stay alone in the shelter.

I know this isn't usually what's on my blog, probably also not on yours, but please consider reblogging him.

The contact for him is @ mindful_paws on Instagram. The shelter he's in is @lesika_hundehilfe. They're on insta, Facebook and have a website.

They send their dogs to Germany and Switzerland, as far as I know. May be we can help him find his right people ❤️🤞❤️

If you'd be so kind to share this, it would be amazing! I usually never ask for reblogs but this cuddly good boy really needs a home.

I also trust the organisation, it's where we have our absolutely lovely boy Obi from.

Most species are still delighted. But we are the Bybleotekar, the recorders of the spaceways, and we have begun to wonder. Our merry companions are… not different, but too much the same. They understand so readily, accept so quickly - most new species have trouble adjusting to dealing with aliens, to the realities of space travel, to the sheer bigness of the universe. But the humans are so adaptable, so ready for it all, they might be remembering something they’ve forgotten, not learning something new. 

Some of us, the Izaslanik of the Bybleotekar, the gatherers of information for the record keepers, began encouraging humans to join us, that we might study them more closely. They like the work - they are a curious species, delighting in new knowledge, and they make able assistants. My human companion is named Mira, a young female. She is a good companion, who sings sweetly and laughs often. 

When Mira struck the first blow against what I thought I knew of the universe, against illusions soon to shatter that I had thought were truth, we were attending the coronation of a lesser Netar of the Kktil, recording the customs and ceremonies and unofficially enjoying the colourful celebrations. Mira was watching the dancing, her mouth widened in a ‘smile’. “It’s so pretty,” she said, her hairless face sheened with sweat under the hot sun. “I love the turquoise jewellery.” She pointed to the bright blue stones that bedecked the dancers. “I should buy some. Our homeworld doesn’t have any turquoise, you know. Only a few pieces we brought with us when we came.” 

It takes me a little while to understand what she said. It is only later, during the feasting, that I turn to her again. “You said your homeworld doesn’t have turquoise. Only… what you brought with you. Do you mean turquoise you have bought offworld, since you joined the spaceways?” 

welp......... here we are... rbs are appreciated! ><

art commissions are my only available source of income. the minimum cost of repair is $150, but the realistic price once it's in-shop is around $200. yipes!

SO... ~discounted commission prices~ limited time only. get 'em before my tablet splinters apart fully! expect the turnaround time to be anywhere from... 5 hours, to 2 days maximum.

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I fell, and I don’t want to get up. (Chapter 12)

Masterlist

Author’s note: Enjoy it while it lasts. 😈

Inspirations: @geosaurusrrex   @sunmoonandbucky ​ @buckthegrump ​ @crappyimagines @daffodilsbucky

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summary: the avengers have a day of the beach (based off a request by @poptartpoppyy​

word count: 790 (it’s a shortie) 

warnings: an innuendo, swearing, water guns 

​          “This is pretty relaxing, why can’t all team-building activities be like this?” Tony questioned, reclining on one of the beach chairs as he listened to the way the waves splashed against the sand—that and the screams of his other teammates as they chased each other around with water guns. 

            Water gun fights between trained assassins…not a good idea. 

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ᴘʀᴇᴠ

summary: dottie has a surprise guest at her party

word count: 2332

warnings:  this isn’t proofread, kind of rushed

taglist is open

        Both y/n and Bucky took the time to get Dottie ready for her party, draping her in a sparkling pink dress and a flower headband. 

        “You’re so pretty!” y/n exclaimed, tickling Dottie as she smiled down at the infant, “Yeah. You’re the prettiest little burrito in all of New York, aren’t you?” 

Avengers AU - Quick Fic

Characters: steve, reader

Posted: July 25th

A/N: wrote this waiting for the brother at work.

WARNINGS: none?

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

When was the last time you had seen him?

Steve fucking Rogers.

And he had been living his life to the fullest apparently. While you doubled down and took on missions, the reason didn't matter. Still, it had been a good minute since you had been in the same room with him. He had handed the shield over to Sam, who was a problem himself with that smile, the way he crowded into you and easily wrapped an arm around your waist.

"S'matter Steve? She's still the same Y/N…"

He nodded as he placed his hands on his hips, smirking at you. "Been busy?" He asked you, voice low. Smooth Rogers, smooth.

That was unfair, you stepped out from under Sam's arm and reached up. Fuck it right? Steve didn't move as you peered up at him, hands sinking into his hair. His breath stalled, heart rate jacking up as he felt you brush up against him, and tugged.

You ignored the little noise he made and stepped back, looking away, "might wanna get a trim Rogers, y'know how SHIELD likes their operatives, nice and clean cut."

He watched you walk away, eyes glued to the curves that swayed side to side.

Sam cracked, he doubled over, Bucky and Clint coming around the corner you had disappeared around.

"What's so funny?" Clint asked, Bucky clapping a hand to Steve's shoulder.

Title:  Companion for Hire [3]: Ruschmeyer’s

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Brock’s need to discover the truth is pushing you and Steve even closer together.

Companion for Hire Masterlist

Characters:  Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count:  2778

Warnings:  mild language, sexual tension, slight angst.

Author’s Notes:  This is an Escort AU with alllll the tropes!!

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.***

Guess who finally watched the Batman movie and right after this read a bunch of Fanfics, where they throw a young Robin/Dick Grayson at Battinson

…It’s me

Like. He is ready for this con to be OVER. He likes this girl but he was in it for the money and he knows that’s the one question he forgot to give her an answer to, because no one knows what he did that night.

The absolute wonder in his face as he realizes the girl he saved has been right in front of him; it’s no longer a con. The money isn’t even in his mind. He’s gone his whole life assuming she’s dead or long gone, that he failed.

so confused

so lost

“I don’t know what’s going to happen if they begin to let women in baseball. Of course, they will never make good. Why? Because they are too delicate. It would kill them to play ball every day.”

Next up was the Iron Horse Lou Gehrig, who swung through the first three pitches to strike out. Jackie Mitchell became famous for striking out two of the greatest baseball players in history.

A few days after Mitchell struck out Ruth and Gehrig, baseball commissioner Kenesaw Mountain Landis voided her contract and declared women unfit to play baseball as the game was “too strenuous.”[5][10] Mitchell continued to play professionally,barnstorming with the House of David, a men’s team famous for their very long hair and long beards.[11] While travelling with the House of David team, she would sometimes wear a fake beard for publicity.”

They gave up.

They couldn’t handle it.

Losers. 

Googly eyed good boi