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I’m like half convinced that home ownership is some kind of terrible and ancient curse, where after somebody has suffered under it for years, they’re driven to spread it to others.
You know, like being a werewolf.
she was attacking one of my earplugs and had batted it between the bed and the nightstand
so i took it and hid it
and shes still looking for it??? shes so upset about this earplug. she just tried to get a better view from the bed and then fell down in between
My parents’ dachshund doesn’t really have the whole “object permanence” thing down, so if you squeak a toy at him to get his attention and then hide it, he will FLIP HIS SHIT. And then if you show it to him again, he’s just like “IT’S A MIRACLE. :O”
This was originally intended to be the intro for a much, much longer fic, but there’s like a 90% chance that that just isn’t happening. Which is exactly low enough that I still don’t feel confident posting this by itself to AO3 or anything, because there’s still a chance that I might end up doing more with it. But I thought I’d at least dump it here so I don’t feel like it’s a total waste.
hope you like youkai cherry trees.
teared up while briefly talking, in the abstract, about hypothetical friendly roaches getting squashed.
what is even my deal.
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