Thor was
looking rather pensive when Bruce walked into his little apartment. He’d
expected the god of thunder to be there when he got home; it had become a
rather common occurrence over the last few months.
However,
Thor looked a little… unsettled. A thunderstorm had rolled in over the city,
casting the streets under a blanket of rain and wind and lightening, and Thor
was by the window, gazing out of it. He barely even reacted when Bruce walked
in.
Barkshop does a lot of toys that have “destroyer’s prizes” inside, normally a sturdy squeaker ball.
They have packages of toys designed based on play-style (I’m getting the ‘thrasher’ pack for Aiden’s birthday).
They also have a “destroyer’s club” where you can earn points by showing them the carnage your dogs inflict on their barkshop toys and earn a free toy.
It’s a really great company and if I could get free shipping i’d be spending my heart away on their stuff.
I was reading my writing today, and let me tell you, it may not be good, plot is not the best, and characters are a bit stereotypical, but boy do I have fun writing it
This is such a good mindset to have. There is positive energy in this post
okay but at this summer art program I really did have a classmate who created this whole complex world for his comic and the culture of the main characters considered hands to be inappropriate parts of the body and everyone wore oven mitt like things to fulfill this extensively developed world he had created just so he wouldn’t have to draw hands