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bastard--juice · 1 year
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Dibujitos de tilin y boby mientras roier sueña jaja
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guy60660 · 1 year
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BOBY | Venice Simplon-Orient-Express
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A boy and his doge
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ulfgbohlin · 10 months
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B-Line - Boby Roll container, Design Joe Colombo.
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lasaraconor · 2 years
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Jeremy Strong, à Cannes, jeudi. (Boby/Libération
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Basil & lugias & angry lou olivia flaversham & dawnon & ratigan the graet mouse detective 2 walt disney dragonm97hd
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Basil & lugias & angry lou & olivia flaversham & dawnon & ratigan the graet mouse detective 2 walt disney dragonm97hd
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Bobi (11 May 1992 – 21 October 2023) was a male purebred Rafeiro do Alentejo dog cared for by Leonel Costa of Conqueiros, Leiria, Portugal.
On 2 February 2023, Bobi was confirmed as the first dog on record to live to the age of 30, along with being the oldest dog on record to ever live.
On 11 May 2023, Bobi turned 31.
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ithisatanytime · 2 years
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todayontumblr · 6 months
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Tuesday, October 24.
In Memoriam: Bobi the Dog :(
We've some news. Some sad news. The saddest news, perhaps. Sweetest Bobi the Dog, a dinky, chocolate brown purebred Rafeiro do Alentejo, and the oldest dog of all time, has passed away at the age of 31 years and 165 days. Which is around 217, in human years.
He was small, compact, very smiley, hungry for rice and chicken and, above all, an extremely lovely little chap. Join us in memoriam for this sweetest little dog as we mark the passing of an all-time great.
Hold your four-legged friends close x
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clockwayswrites · 2 months
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Anyways, I blame @mokulule for starting this idea with me and then needing to go to sleep like a good person in a different timezone.
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Jason tried not to clutch the stack of letters too tightly; they didn’t need to be any more wrinkled. They were a mess already. He’d tried his best. He had tried to smooth them again the edge of his desk and erase the smudges of dirt and grime. On the street they had been kept in the innermost pocket of his backpack, sandwiched between pieces of cardboard and held together by rubber bands. He’d only taken them out when he really needed them. He’d tried his best, but they still showed the scars of his life.
Maybe Bruce would overlook that.
He had overlooked the scars of Jason’s life on his skin, after all. Bruce had still taken in a dirt street rat and offered up his home. It didn’t seem to be a trick either. But would this be a step too far?
Jason knocked on the door to Bruce’s study not out of any sort of bravery, but because he was afraid he’d start tearing at the letters out of nerves if he didn’t, and he couldn’t do that to the letters, not when they had gotten him through so much.
“Come in. Oh, Jaylad, is everything alright?” Bruce asked, looking up from behind the massive wooden desk.
He looked so serious there in that room.
Jason swallowed and nodded.
“Alright,” Bruce said a moment later. He slowly closed the folder he was looking over and set it off to the side with oddly purposeful movements. “Do you want to come in, or do you need me in a different room?”
Wasn’t that a question that almost made Jason back out. But now, he’d thought about this and the study was the best place. It felt like a real request here. Taking a breath, Jason entered the study and perched on one of the chairs in front of the desk. He felt annoyingly tiny in it. He tried to find the words to start— to explain this to Bruce— to ask, but not for the first time, his words were failing him. In the end he just leaned forward and put the pile of letters carefully on Bruce’s desk.
It was hard to watch someone else pick them up, but Bruce was holding them gently.
Bruce wasn’t an expressive person, not with his real emotions, but Jason watched carefully as Bruce read— the slight pinch of his brows, a little twist of his lips as he slipped between emotions, a little tensing around his eyes. The most time was on the first few letters before Bruce scanned through the rest of them.
“You have a pen pal.”
“Yeah, yes,” Jason said, clearing his throat. “Was able to write at the first home I was in, tell him not to write anymore and that I wouldn’t be able to. I didn’t want him to worry when I just… stopped.”
Bruce gave one of his odd hums.
Jason waited as Bruce flipped through the letters again before he set them down carefully and gave Jason his full attention. “Do you want to invite Danny to come visit?”
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zfobo123 · 2 years
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YOUR NEXT
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justdoodler · 2 years
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"It's not a good day since you're here."
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berriblossom · 4 months
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Cold hands and warm love
[Date with Death : Casper x Reader] [i am positively obsessed with this man that he's making write again| spoilers for endings#3 btw and the story.]
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There's something so oddly soothing watching Casper sleep with Azrael in his arms, all snuggled up without a care in the world. His ghostly white locks sprawled against your shared bed sheets. His eyes ever so softly flutteribg against his pale cheeks, the rays of sunlight dance across his face, almost creating his own personal golden hour.
You chuckled at the idea. Casper wasn't a huge fan of super bright things. Even when you managed to convince him to walk outside your apartment with you, he dons a pair of black shades and scowls at everything. Now that you think about it, he's even more like a black cat than anything, rather than a sign of bad luck but rather for his sassy attitude and his dislike for certain things.
As you quietly watch from your desk, with your pet sitting in the empty sunny spot of the bed, you think back to how long its been since tou winning the bet and being a somewhat embodiment of life while your sweet little now former Grim Reaper is the opposite.
Goodness, one small picture shouldn't hurt? Besides, Casper can't argue with how many not-so-sly pictures he has taken of you randomly as of late. Even changing his profile pick of you sleeping with Azrael while you napped on your bed after work. He tried fighting it off, saying he mainly picked the picture because Azrael looked so good in it while you just happened to be there....no other reason...(he said this while fighting off a flustered face while gazing back at the picture. He then denied making it his lockscreen too.)
You picked up your phone and began to open the camera feature and angle the camera to get the best picture possible. Hell you even move from the desk to hover slightly over Casper and your pet to get the best angle. "Stay right there pretty boy....just perfect..." you mumbled while snapping a few silent pictures. You went to adjust his snowy hair to move from his beautiful face. Just as you touch his cool face, sleepy red eyes flutter open and the iconic pout appears on the reapers face.
"Sunshine....what are you doing? Why do you have your phone like that..." Casper's eyes flutter as he fights off the sunlight beaming through the blinds, all while his sour pout turns into a playful one. Your pet scatters away while Casper tries to snatch your phone away to see the sneaky pictures you've taken of his sleeping figure.
"Ah ah ah! Nope, absolutely not pretty boy, if you can take pictures then so can I!" You shuffle off the side of the bed while Casper jumps up to grasp your hand and to get those pictures. You tease and weave yourself away from him and the bed, sitting on the edge you laugh at how pouty and upset Casper is.
His frustration only exceeded when you decided to flash him the adorable and beautiful picture of him in his sleeping form. As casper has told you before, reapers do not need to sleep or eat. But the idea that he was so comfy in your blanket and bed, cuddling Azrael closely. It just made you want to tease your little reaper to bits. Though sadly your teasing and fun was put to an end.
Suddenly, you felt two strong cold hands wrap around your torso and squeeze you gently. You could feel Caspers lips against your neck as he mumbked for you to please delete the picture. As adorable and pretty as he could be in those moments...the little rat decided to try and tickle you to get you to give uo your phone.
Luckily you were quick enough to slip from his grasp again(heh get it) and make your way back to your bed while cherishing your sweet victory. "Sorry casp, but you look too good! I might make this my profile picture on the chat room too!" His frustrated groans on embarrassment only fueled your decision.
"Sunshin pleeasseee....just....atleast make it your lockscreeb to while your at it...since you can't stop looking and staring at me. Just can't get enough, silly mortal.." ah his ability to bounce back is incredible as ever. But still it was fun while it lasted. Casper came to join you on the bed while bringing you back close to him...somethibg about "being warm." But you did not mind.
You'll never mind, your soul brings him warmth, his perfect heater if youll say. You chuckle as he scrolls through his camera roll whie trying to find a picture of you(an god awful one) to place as his profile picture on the chatroom. Yeah its going to be a long day. But you never minded.
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hjemne · 7 months
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lasaraconor · 2 years
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pancharts · 2 months
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