cuteness–overload:

what-is-on-my-mind-now:

cuteness–overload:

They’ve had to explain this to Choosey Beggars so many times, they have a list.

FOR THOSE WHO ARE UNABLE TO READ FROM THE PHOTO:

10 Reasons Your Dog’s Hair Cut Costs More Than Yours…

10. Your hairdresser doesn’t wash and clean your rear end.

9. You don’t go for 8 weeks without washing or brushing your hair.

8. Your hairdresser doesn’t have to give you a sanitary trim.

7. Your hairdresser doesn’t have to clean your ears.

6. Your hairdresser doesn’t have to clean boogies from your eyes.

5. You sit still for your hairdresser.

4. Your haircut doesn’t include a manicure and pedicure.

3. Your hairdresser only washes and cuts the hair on your head.

2. You don’t bite or scratch your hairdresser. (At least, I hope not)

And the Number 1 reason your dog’s haircut costs more than yours…

1. The likelihood of you pooping or peeing while your hair is being cut is extremely slim.

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scatterations:

Promo stills from Bloodsh🔴t the movie, featuring Sam Heughan as Jimmy Dalton

Via frasersridgebr on IG

thekimonogallery:

Tomakomai – Hokkaido, Japan.  Image via Pinterest

greatmindquotes:

“Live out of your imagination, not your history.” -Stephen Covey

missclairebelle:

There aren’t enough words to thank @notevenjokingfic​, @kkruml​, and @abreathofsnowandwaffles​ for their support as I wrote this. They don’t let me take the easy way out, and they keep me honest when I write. xx.

Loss Masterlist (tumblr | AO3)

↳ ;tw- In canon, Claire is called on to help end the suffering of others in their last days from terminal illness, and she does. This ficlet includes that thread of canon. Please do not read this if you’re not in a space to read that.

Loss Ficlet
Lamb
February 2020

Lamb (dark-haired, mad scientist, beloved uncle) had wanted to die by the sea.

“I want sand in the folds of my newspapers,” he said quietly as he pulled off at the wrong exit on the roundabout. He slammed on the brakes and gripped the steering wheel. “I want to taste the water every time I breathe.”

And he did just that when I was nineteen years old.

It started with a spot on his shoulder when I was seventeen. I noticed the irregularly-shaped, slightly-raised tea stain of a mark when we were taking advantage of our Moroccan hotel’s swimming pool. I furrowed my brow and snapped a photograph of the mark with my mobile.

“By God, it’s the Czech Republic!” he remarked, knitting together his brows as he shielded his eyes to look at the screen of my flip phone. I touched the margins of the spot; he batted my fingers away.

“Pop by a doctor to take a look, will you?” I asked, my voice not quite imploring him, but firm.

He bandied back, “Check out my Czech mark?”

“I’m serious.”

And when he said, “I will, lioness,” I knew (just knew) that he was lying. He gave me a brief salute, and added, “When we’re back.”

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2019 Fashion year in review. (via @rover_thecat)

That mouse necklace!