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combateng1neer  asked:

Prompt #8: Judy brings Nick to Bunnyburrow for the first time and leaves Nick alone with 100's of kits. Or, a big bad fox has broken into the house and the bunny kit defense force must take down the monster before it's too late. Aka, the story of how Judy's siblings tied up Nick and sacrifice him to the laundry chute.

OH MY GOD this is adorable!

The first time Judy brings Nick to the Bunnyburrow, she doesn’t really tell anyone, so he’s like a surprise.  A happy surprised, because the Hopps have meet Nick previously and they all think he’s great.  He’s just never been to the burrows.

Nick and Judy are pretty much swarmed by young bunny kits from the moment they arrive.  Of course, Nick is really good with all of them, even the younger ones who are still instinctual scared of him, with like magic tricks and such.  They all really like him.  So naturally the kits what to say with Nick and Judy the following day. Something Nick and Judy don’t mind, despite Bonnie and Stu giving them more than a few chanced to get out since they are visitors.

Most of the day is fine, they play odds and end games, watch kit tv shows and movies, eat lunch and what not.  But then some of the older kits want to show Judy something, or get her help on a school project or something.  Leaving Nick along with largely a number of younger kits, most of which are still slightly scared of him and are really imaginative.

At some point the some kits suggest they play cops and super villains.  One of the youngest ones demands Nick plays the supervillian, because he’s so tall and extra fuzzy.  Nick of course, agrees, because he can;t say no to the little bunny who he imagine looks just like Judy when she was a tiny little kit, and he just can’t. 

So the kits run around chasing him throughout the house.  Eventually getting some “rope”, string, and start trying to tie him.  Something Nick let’s them due, while being overdramatic about being captured and lead towards the angry look laundry shoot.

Nick is play pleading for his life when Judy returns, and she just starts giggling at him.  All the while he asking her to aid in his escape. 

Judy does, and the kits chase the two of them around the house as well.


Shoma Uno ft. Yuzuru Hanyu, “What are you interested in these days?” || 2017 World Championships (x)


“It will be interesting, and sad, but also wonderful celebrating her life. I think everything, the kind of legacy she left. She’s gone too soon, but we can see everything that she did do, and kind of have joy in that.” —Daisy Ridley about the loss of dear departed Carrie Fisher.



meg’s photoshoot with rob was one of the single most visually inspiring things i’d ever seen so i was REALLY intimidated to take on a single one of them. i told myself i wouldn’t pour a ton of time into this, and then immediately threw that thought in the trash

so here is His Holiness being a little judgy


I thought this post was really cute so here’s datekou


I’m honestly shocked at how well received the alphabet dogs were, so please enjoy four more in my terrible art style: @tempurafriedhappiness, @smoothexpression, @molosseraptor and @sidetongue.


I’ll take a deep breath and I’ll grow stronger;

(Click for real quality)

I got ambitious and made this insanely high res for some reason or another so that made it take thrice as long to get through.

But it was worth it because this is more fanart for @themarydragon, who I think I’ve previously mentioned is a writing wizard, but it’s worth saying again, especially in case I haven’t. This is from Chapter 8 of her fic Calm Waters Run Deep, at some interim point of the night. Good stuff.

Also, Mary, if you happen to want the 18x12 in, 300 dpi version to print, just message me. It’s the least I could do for ya!


“Please forgive us.”

The ones Obi-Wan Kenobi loved most.

He deserved better. *gross sobbing*

Shout out to all of us with sleeping disorders and fatigue issues who have to suffer through sleep hangovers when we do finally get a good night’s sleep!

My energy gain from 12 hours of good sleep is worthless when I have to use it to fight through my headache and nausea.

“Look, I know I said the voicemail was nice when you made it, but let me tell you I’d rather hear you in real life than you telling me how to not use a voicemail box,” It’s the fourth time Dean has called with not answer, the fourth time Dean has found himself talking with his phone in the hopes that the owner on the other line is somehow listening. 

It’s been too long and Dean doesn’t like it one bit. No communication from Cas in the slightest, something he hasn’t done since he found himself skinny dipping while filled with Leviathans. Something twisted in Dean’s stomach; this either meant Cas was in deep trouble or he had found Kelly. And since it was in fact not the latter given how that lovely altercation panned out, Dean is in no better mood today than he was when Mick disappeared and Sam and he stayed in the bunker.

“He’ll call when he can, Dean. You’re going to fill up his messages.”

“Well screw it that’ll teach him next time not to let the damn thing get so high,” Dean snapped, more than a little on edge as the ringer on the other end once again clicked to the now familiar message that was Castiel’s voicemail. “He hasn’t gone dark like this in a long time; not without telling us.”

“Do you think he’s in trouble?” Sam gave him a knowing look, one Dean would have scoffed at if this were normal circumstances, but screw it. 

“Yeah, Sam. I do, so if you could kindly quit the doe eyes and help me we’d be back on a much better road with him here instead of shot in the chest somewhere,” He was too serious now to have that sound like a joke. 

It sobered Sam up quickly. His brother’s worrying was way more than usual, and this time he wasn’t hiding how high strung he was about Cas not answering his phone. “Dean, you need rest. Take a seat and calm down. We’ll find him.”

The ringer clicked to voicemail again just as Sam finished his attempt at consoling Dean. It wasn’t enough. His voice cracked while he told Sam that “Fine and this life aren’t really friends are they?” He could feel his body shaking, an emotion he’s kept in check for a long time surfacing due to all these bad feelings just crashing into each other, a tsunami finally hitting the shore. “Something’s wrong.” He managed to speak evenly. 

“If the voicemail isn’t working, you know best how to get to him,” Sam prodded quietly, all the while the entire time he was speaking he moved slowly to take the phone out of Dean’s hand. It felt empty now. The voicemail box was full.

“… He’s okay, right, Sammy?” He hated how he probably looked right now, but screw the rest of it right now. Eileen almost died because Mick sounded a lot like Cas when they had first met, and that only brought Dean back to the fact that they’ve grown so far to have Cas just not be here right now, not when there was so much going on.

Sam sensed the fear under his older brother’s skin. It’s a feeling he knows Dean hasn’t acknowledged yet, the staying up late wondering where the other is and checking in at every moment possible in the hopes that there is news. He’s scared of losing someone he cares about, even if it will take him a bit to reach that conclusion himself. Sam grabbed Dean’s shoulders. “Get some rest and see if you can talk to him. It’s been a long day, Dean. You need it.” Without another word, he pulled his brother in for a bone crushing hug. 

Dean actually felt his eyes sting, but he refused to dive into his emotions. Not right now in front of Sam. He didn’t have the heart to tell Sam he’d already tried praying. He’d tried dreaming, screaming, praying, sigils, and phone calls. He’d tried everything.

Cas wasn’t answering. 

Dean returned the hug before going to his room to process the fact that his angel wasn’t answering anything.

Something was wrong.

Imagine Alex going to a high school reunion, and somebody casually mentioning Rick, and wondering what happened to him cause he completely dropped off the planet.

And Alex, deadpan and expressionless, just goes ‘he stalked and kidnapped me after he found out I was a lesbian’.

And everybody just