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haruhar-u · 6 months
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I have fought someone on pineapple on pizza
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inkskinned · 7 months
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i love when words fit right. seize was always supposed to be that word, and so was jester. tuesday isn't quite right but thursday should be thursday, that's a good word for it. daisy has the perfect shape to it, almost like you're laughing when you say it; and tulip is correct most of the time. while keynote is fun to say, it's super wrong - i think they have to change the label for that one. but fox is spot-on.
most words are just, like, good enough, even if what they are describing is lovely. the night sky is a fine term for it but it isn't perfect the way november is the correct term for that month.
it's not just in english because in spanish the phrase eso si que es is correct, it should be that. sometimes other languages are also better than the english words, like how blue is sloped too far downwards but azul is perfect and hangs in the air like glitter. while butterfly is sweet, i think probably papillion is more correct, although for some butterflies féileacán is much better. year is fine but bliain is better. sometimes multiple languages got it right though, like how jueves and Πέμπτη are also the right names for thursday. maybe we as a species are just really good at naming thursdays.
and if we were really bored and had a moment and a picnic to split we could all sit down for a moment and sort out all the words that exist and find all the perfect words in every language. i would show you that while i like the word tree (it makes you smile to say it), i think arbor is correct. you could teach me from your language what words fit the right way, and that would be very exciting (exciting is not correct, it's just fine).
i think probably this is what was happening at the tower of babel, before the languages all got shifted across the world and smudged by the hand of god. by the way, hand isn't quite right, but i do like that the word god is only 3 letters, and that it is shaped like it is reflecting into itself, and that it kind of makes your mouth move into an echoing chapel when you cluck it. but the word god could also fit really well with a coathanger, and i can't explain that. i think donut has (weirdly) the same shape as a toothbrush, but we really got bagel right and i am really grateful for that.
grateful is close, but not like thunder. hopefully one day i am going to figure out how to shape the way i love my friends into a little ceramic (ceramic is very good, almost perfect) pot and when they hold it they can feel the weight of my care for them. they can put a plant in there. maybe a daisy.
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kirimisosoup · 13 days
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contemplating the angel
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somerandomdudelmao · 8 months
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Pineapple on pizza, yay or nah?T do any of the turtles or Casey like it? Can someone plz join me in angering thousands for likeing the monstrous pizza
Oh I love pineapple on pizza :D
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quinloki · 7 months
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Emo Marco \o/
Hey hey - based on the "I'll show you my emo phase if you show me yours." line from Birds of a Feather, I commissioned the immensely talented and very kind @themetalhiro to draw Emo Marco based just on my text based description (which is HARD AF to do, as someone who has tried before xD)
I love how it came out!
Check out the story Here on Tumblr, or here on Ao3, or Wattpad if that's your jam, and enjoy this AWESOME piece of art!
(Give love to Hiro if you can too, they're AMAZING.)
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mrsoharaa · 1 month
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You look at him in revolt, watching the lanky, buff soft brunette of a man take a bite out of his pineapple covered pizza with such a carefree, delightful contentment.
Your brows knit tightly together, cringing as you watch his wide, broad shoulders immediately relax to the bite of his disgraceful slice of dough.
He catches your leering glare, snickering gently at the horrid look your were shooting at him. Directly.
"What?" he swallows his mouthful, hovering the small half of his pizza over his lap, shifting slightly on your bed.
"That is such a discrace, Miguel" you cringe more, noting the last little slice of pineapple sitting at the edge of his crust.
"Each is to their own, mi amor" he smiles wittily, raising the half consumed slice of pizza in his hand, leaning forward closer towards you, teasingly. Chuckling at the way you would squirm and chant at him for doing such a vile thing in front of you.
"Miguel! s-stop! that's gross!" you couldn't help the little bursts of giggles pooling out from your lungs, feeling his hefty weight gradually, carefully, topple over your lap. Munching on his last slice, dreadfully slowly, humming in a taunting, playful manner.
You snort with a eye roll, smacking him at the back of his shoulder, the sound of his pleased laughter filling your ears. Making your heart swell in the space of your chest.
He shortens his laughing, tender irises of warm cardinal meeting your own gaze, slowly trailing down to the little remnants of pizza sauce clinging at the corner of your pretty lips.
Smiles more gracefully, sits upright momentarily, as he reaches over to swipe away at the little mess peppering over your silky, warm skin. His focus around your lips intent and entirely deadpanned, until he catches your bashful gaze studying his notions. His lips curl even more so coyly, earnestly.
The pad of his thumb carefully glides over the tiny mess along the corner of your full lips. Gingerly traces over along the flush of the tender, plump flesh with a slow, lingering touch. His eyes never leaving yours as he does so.
You felt your heart rampage feverishly against your chest, pupils dilated widely as your hands crumble at the comforting sheets of your bed. His infamous, low chuckle reverberating against your eardrums.
Leans in more closely to you, pressing his hot, pliable lips onto your own in such a delicate, prolong manner. Stays connected with your soften flesh for a good few moments, not wanting to part away from the sweet taste of them.
And when he finally decides to pull away from your gaping, plush skin - his soft, lulling eyes subtly fall down onto yours. Breathes out a low, husk breath as he grins slyly to the imminent flush glowing onto your cute face.
"Does it taste gross, mi corazón?" he mockingly toys, swiftly, pliantly grazing the callous flesh of his digit along your warm, supple skin. Thoroughly enjoying the adorable fluster permeating amongst your stunned expression.
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barsikscorner · 3 months
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Can't sleep, have some funny frog show doodles
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flopmaster360 · 11 months
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stop it literally stop it right now I’m crying 😭
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I want to know more about the hiding the cat thing, how’s you manage that?
okay so in december of 2018 me and my cousin, who had moved in with me earlier that year, heard a knock on our door about two minutes after a house guest had left. On the other side is said house guest, who eagerly informs us that there is a VERY sweet and friendly kitten roaming around out in the parking lot
To quickly set the scene here: it is 45°F out and the sun is going down. We are in pajamas. Neither of us are even wearing shoes
Both of us, avid cat lovers, charge down the stairs to pet this cat, who is indeed very friendly and INCREDIBLY sweet, trotting right up to us and purring up a storm. My cousin looks at me. I look at him. "Absolutely not," I tell him, because our apartment has a strict $300 pet deposit policy and neither of us have that kind of pocket money lying around.
"But TJ," my cousin says, in a voice i have come to recognize as a precursor to the world's most obvious yet effective attempts at emotional manipulation, "it's cold outside. And the highway is right there. Wouldn't you feel so terrible if you woke up tomorrow and–"
"OH MY GODS," I say, very loudly, "GO. JUST TAKE HIM INSIDE, GO GO GO."
My cousin scoops the kitten up (who doesnt protest even a little), runs up all three flights of stairs so fast he fucking blurs, and now we have a cat. in our apartment. and no pet deposit.
Ofc we did make the obligatory attempt at finding his original owner. He was far too sweet and friendly to be a proper stray, and while he was very thin he still had soft fur and wasnt super scruffy. We very quietly asked around, put up some carefully worded signs in the neighborhood, checked in with the local shelters-- nada. Nothing. Not a single peep about this cat. And after a full week of bonding, both of us were 100% set on keeping him.
Honestly, hiding him from our apartment wasnt anything spectacular. We're indoor-only owners, and our friends pitched in to help us get him neutered, get his shots, and essential supplies. We had two inspections during the 3 month period we saved up for a pet deposit, and both times we just hid his stuff in our cabinets, put him in his cat carrier, and took him to someone else's house for the day. Once we had the money we needed and could actually spare it, we went to our leasing office and informed them we wanted to adopt a cat.
"Oh thank god," I distinctly remember hearing the woman who handed me the appropriate paperwork say. "We're so grateful you went through the proper channels for this. Nobody ever does that, and it's such a hassle for us. What's your new cat's name?"
"Oh, of course," I replied, with what i think was frankly admirable composure. "I'm always happy to be helpful. And we've decided to name him Anarchy."
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clownsuu · 9 months
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strawberry on his shoes, because he walks to the strawberry.
strawberry on his phone, because he talks to the strawberry.
strawberry he sleeps on, because strawberry is always in his mind.
strawberry on his watch, because strawberry is time.
what's your opinion on this situation with strawberries man?
🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓strawberries are the answer to all life’s problems🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓
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theswedishpajas · 1 year
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Ok but what if…
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drugsforaddicts · 3 days
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Never thought I’d see this day coming but here’s a fun little collab with me and my partner! ✨
Jessica & John our beloveds 🩷🩵
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odd-critter · 1 year
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peshino shenanigans ive drawn over some days...... alot of little drawings under the cut !!!
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daughterofhecata · 6 months
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Have now finished Glass Onion and guess what? It was also delightful!
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lavendersartistry · 2 months
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Jellyfish Grotto
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Space Riders AU - @onyxonline Eve Ewe - @lavendersartistry
This is a angst/wholesome fic for onyxonline's Space Riders AU! This is mainly centered on the headcanoned friendship between DogDay and my OC Eve Ewe! Please check Onyx out, their work is super cool!
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IN MY LIL GOOBER BRAIN AND MY PARTICIPATION, THEY ARE FRIENDS YOUR HONOR- Now onto the fic✨✨
The gardens of the palace seemed so silent since the last visit of schooling children touring the home of the soon-to-be queen. It was nice to have the planet still lively after the loss of their late royals from the war, despite the princesses going different paths to keep their home afloat.
Eve could only glance back at the throne room from the gardens, resting under the star wisteria as she quietly read. She couldn't get the memories from her head about the war. It felt like only yesterday that it was announced by the council that her coronation would be near.
If only she could have saved-
"Princess? Are you alright?"
Eve suddenly flinched at the sound of someone calling for her and quickly turned her head. She sighed, noticing it was only her friend DogDay.
"I'm alright. And please, we went over this. You can call me Eve or Evie, friends don't have to be formal."
The captain scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and sat next to the princess. To him, it felt like not too long ago when they first met each other. And befriending a princess, a almost queen, felt too much of a dream to the sunshine critter.
"I know, but I can't really help it. You're becoming big top while I'm just a captain. Besides, I don't think the council or your guard would like it if I just called you that."
Eve stifled a laugh and closed her book, leaning her back to the trunk of the tree.
Ever since she was 5, the council was harsh on her. From lady etiquette to lessons on all preparation for becoming queen of her planet, Eve never truly got to enjoy the life of a normal person. To meet friends, to find love.
Just being happy.
"Those old birds would have the stingrays after you if that happened. But don't worry about Bolt, he's just protective."
DogDay rolled his eyes yet smiled at his friend's enthusiasm. He looked up to the stars, suddenly frowning at the forcefield that clouded the clear sight of the twinkling lights.
He knew that it was necessary, after the war. And with the Prototype out creating chaos, it was definitely needed. But he couldn't shake away the feeling from when Bolt informed him about Eve's dream that one night.
It was a vision, a written destiny almost. And the sunny hound couldn't let that fate take away his friend.
"So what were you reading? Seemed a bit uneventful."
Eve looked back at her book and grazed her hand at the leather covering.
The book was about the biology of the planet's most docile creature: Astral Jellyfish. It was a favorite of Eve's and it was a pleasant memory to see a very large one for the first time.
"The astral jellyfish. You know, my favorite creature in all my planet?"
"You mean the one creature that stung me?"
Eve burst out laughing at his comment while DogDay lightly glared at her.
"It's not funny!"
"It's actually a little funny!"
DogDay huffed and crossed his arms in protest to her laughing but he couldn't help but let a little smile appear on his face to see her laugh and be happy for once.
Eve quickly calmed herself and smiled back.
"You should give them another try. Maybe this time, you won't startle it and it'll let you pet it."
The captain groaned again and stood up.
"How long will you remind me of that?"
"Till you're a veteran."
"Great..."
The hound was being sarcastic. As long as something made the princess smile despite the rough times, that was enough for him.
The two kept conversing in the silence in the gardens: talking about the crew's wacky moments during missions, meeting the mysterious "Angel", Eve's stressful schedules, and other things.
Unbeknownst to them, the astral jellyfish had already welcomed themselves in mindlessly. A few rested near Eve while others floated around DogDay and some pestered him.
Eve could only hold back a laugh as the captain tried shooing away the creatures.
"Still not a fan of them?"
"The day I pet them is when I let CatNap drive the ship for a mission."
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puppets can be considered arthropods
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