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blazeball · 2 days
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hedgehog-moss · 2 days
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The blueberry tart moral quandary has been very fun to ponder! Thank you for sharing it with us. I think the real question, however, is what each of your animals would think about ordering two slices of tart under the circumstances
You're right, that IS the true question here. Let's situate this in a universe where blueberry tart is safe & delicious to eat for all animal species.
CHICKENS. The chickens would definitely want that second helping of tart because chickens live in a solipsistic moral universe and would hesitate to share tart even if it was their dying sister's last wish. However if you place two slices of tart on the ground for 2 chickens, they will immediately and violently start fighting each other over the same slice, thus giving you the opportunity to discreetly retrieve the first slice for yourself. Moreover, if a chicken manages to break off half of the slice and starts running like hell to go eat it elsewhere in peace, the other chicken will take off after her instead of eating the other half happily by herself. If they then break this half in two while fighting over it, they will resume fighting over that half of the half, allowing you to retrieve 3/4 of the second slice. And so on. This is Zeno's paradox applied to chickens and tart: the hens will spend the rest of eternity fighting over diminishing crumbs while you get almost all of the second slice back (albeit broken in increasingly minuscule halves.)
CATS. Not only would the cats want that second slice regardless of who else wants it, they would also sit & start grooming themselves on the rest of the pie with great serenity, rendering it inedible for anyone else. However, my original post established that the pies were under large bell jars. Two of my three cats are (to their everlasting torment) stymied by this sadistic human invention. If the bell jar is heavy enough that you can't push it off the table (a popular strategy), then Mascarille and Merricat will just circle it a few times, ram their faces into the glass, do a full body swipe against it in case this might open a secret door, and then walk away in frustration. Morille on the other hand is a cat possessed of extreme patience, diabolical intelligence and acute interest in forbidden food. She will get the tart no matter how long she has to lie in wait.
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DOG. Pandolf would not want a second slice or even a first one, if he is made to understand that this might make other people sad. The thing with Pandolf is, he can smell disappointment. His great big nose picks up on every particle of human disappointment in the air and they go straight to his heart. He is also too polite to even defend his bone from thieving chickens. There's no way he would claim any tart at all unless someone gave it to him and made it clear they would be happy for him to eat it. However Pandolf is very cute when he sits there with a lolling tongue, happy for others to have a good time, and there is also no way one or several persons wouldn't give him their slice of tart. He would definitely end up with tart.
LLAMAS. Pampelune is the matriarch and since her duties involve dying to protect her herd in case of predator attacks, she considers it her prerogative to eat first and as much as she damn pleases in compensation. She would get two slices. I believe Poldine would choose to have only one slice and kiss everyone in the restaurant on the cheek for good measure, and I also believe she would actually get zero tart. As shown in the salt video, Poldine understands her place in the pasture hierarchy (the one who eats last) and has to resort to subterfuge to get even 1 lick of salt while others are gorging themselves. She will be very dependent on other people's temperance and decency to get any tart (so, Pandolf is her best bet.) Meanwhile Pampérigouste is trying to figure out how to escape the restaurant undetected to go on an adventure while the sheeple are talking about tart. She will get one or two or three slices but only if they can facilitate her various stratagems (for example, to bribe a guard at the door.)
The FISH—do not have the cognitive abilities to worry about morals but more importantly, do not experience soul-deep desires in the way the birds and mammals in this list do. My fish live in a smooth and quiet world where the gods make food rain from the sky every day. In this luminescent existence of untroubled abundance their capacity for longing has atrophied. They do not understand what wanting tart means, let alone the complex philosophical agonies humans can put themselves through when faced with culinary conundrums.
DONKEY. Pirlouit's first instinct would be to claim all the tart he can eat and then some. However donkeys and fish sit at opposite ends of the philosophical spectrum; Pirlouit strikes me as an animal who would be interested in exploring the ethical ramifications of the issue, as an intellectual exercise. 70% of his life consists in quiet deep ponderings. I think Pirlouit could get distracted ruminating the blueberry tart quandary in light of the rich philosophical heritage of donkey civilisation, and arrive too late to get any tart by the time he determined whether one or two slices is the right answer. Kind of like that time he got distracted by his need for revenge and was late for breakfast and the llamas had already claimed the hay.
IN CONCLUSION.
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adairtrashart · 12 hours
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i did a little manga redraw thingy for @xmajordumps awawawawa
page i referenced under the cut (dont know which manga its from but i do know that yoshiko nishitani drew it)
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hellsitegenetics · 1 day
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IF fighting is sure to result in victory, then you must FIGHT!
sun tzu said that, and i'm sure he knows a little more about fighting than YOU do, paaaalll because he INVENTED IT! and then he PERFECTED IT! so that no living man could best him im the ring of honor!
then, he used his fight money...to buy two of every animal on earth
and then he herded them onto a boat,
and beat the CRAP out of every single one!
and from that day forward, any time a bunch of animals are together in one place, it's called a TZU!!
UNLESS IT'S A FARM.
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T' A A.
Closest match: Daucus carota subsp. sativus cultivar DH1 chromosome 4 Common name: Carrot
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hysterixa · 3 days
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hello tumblr spins around like a ballerina
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gotchibam · 2 days
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Shiny Mew & Giratina (Origin Form) ko-fi doodle for Quickpaint!
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batbabydamian · 1 day
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Jorge Jimenez C2E2 2024 Commission!
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 days
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Do you like sci-fi and indie animation? Check out Monkey Wrench!
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blacktabbygames · 2 days
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Dang, Slay the Princess just crossed the threshold into the 250 best-reviewed Steam games of all time. It's still so wild to us that our weird little love story resonated with SO many people. Thank you all so much for playing and for leaving reviews!
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dear-ao3 · 3 days
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tangledinink · 1 day
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vote for the gemini!!! B)
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HAIKU BOT MOMENT!!!
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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 day
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barrys girl
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warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, protected sex (yayyy!), open relationship, barrys girlfriend!reader, curvy!reader, mentions of drugs and guns, mention of possible/future threesome
“come on, bears.” you coo, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's shoulders as you call him by your favorite nickname. “you should go easy on him.”
“and why should i do that princess?” barry looks up to you, away from the scared teen shivering on the opposite couch.
“he's cute.” you coo, smiling at rafe, and then back at barry. “pleeease, bears.”
“fine.” he growls out. he doesn't mind your open relationship, it allows him to sleep around too, knowing he always has you to come back home to. the only time he doesn't appreciate it is when it gets in the way of his business deals.
“you're the best.” you press your lips against barrys, giving him a passionate kiss, putting on a full display for rafe, still worried about the money he owes, but now confused as well.
“come on.” you say, and it takes rafe a second to realize you're talking to him.
“what's going on?” he asks, long eyelashes fluttering.
“barry is gonna forgive what you owe as long as you fuck me. that is, if you want to fuck me?”
rafe looks you up and down. despite being confident with women, he can admit when someone is out of his league, and just by the way your shorts cling to your ass, he knows this is a rare opportunity.
“of course i want to.” he jumps up, knees bumping into the coffee table, making the glasses rattle.
“well thank barry then come on.” you walk into the bedroom, waiting for rafe to follow.
“isn't that your girlfriend?” rafe whispers, keeping his voice down in case you hear.
“yeah. so fuck her good, man.” barry waves him away, ready to move onto other business now that rafe is taken care of.
“thanks.” rafe says, quickly moving into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. he takes a deep breath of relief for not having to explain yet again why he can't pay barry back.
“all good sugar?” you ask, southern accent barely licking the edges of your words, just enough to tell rafe you're not exactly from these parts.
“yeah-” rafes eyes focus, and there you are, on the bed completely naked, large tits and thick thighs all on display for him to see.
“don't be shy.” you smile softly. rafe takes a minute to admire the gorgeous features of your face, your dark eyebrows and full, rosy lips, before his eyes move lower, catching on where your legs meet.
“you gonna fuck me or what?” you spread your legs, and rafe swears he almost drools at the sight of your pussy, bare, pink, and juicy wet for him.
rafe is aware of your eyes on him as he quickly undresses, wishing he would have worked out this morning just to have even more muscles on show for you.
by the time rafe pushes his underwear down his thighs, he's already hard.
you smile approvingly at his cock before tossing a condom at him. barry is the only one who gets you raw, and same with him with other girls, it's just the code you agreed upon.
rafe slides the rubber over himself, moving over to kneel on the bed when suddenly barry bursts through the door.
“chill, country club, just gotta grab something.” he laughs when seeing the scared look on rafes face, worried he fell into some sort of trap. barry goes over to the dresser, pulling a gun out and tucking it into the back of his shorts.
“ill be back, baby.” barry now addresses you. “gotta go take care of somethin’.”
“okay, be safe bears. rafey will keep me company until you're back.” 
barry leans over the bed, unfazed by how naked you are, or rafes still hard cock resting against your bare cunt. he presses a kiss against your lips, just like he always does before leaving.
his eyes move down your body, definitely going to have to fuck you when he gets home. “so, that's what you're working with country club.” barry chuckles as rafes hands scramble to cover his cock.
“leave him alone, barry.” you roll your eyes, giving his chest a shove.
“alright, alright.” barry backs out with his hands raised, shutting the door behind him.
“he's just being a dick. still wanna fuck? if you don't i won't make you.” you sit up, placing a hand on rafes shoulder. “and i won't tell barry anything. he'll still forgive whatever you owe.”
“i-i still wanna fuck you.” rafes hands move away and you can see he's even harder after having barry see him. you make a mental note to remember that for later, for the next debt rafe inevitably ensues like all addicts do. 
you nod, flipping over onto your hands and knees. you lower your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to rafe.
his large hands grip your plump bottom, pushing your thighs farther apart to look at your pussy again.
“gonna eat it first?” you giggle, swaying your hips from side to side. “or you just enjoying the view?”
rafe doesn't answer, simply swipes a finger through your folds and brings it to his mouth, moaning when he tastes the wetness on his tongue. he wastes no more time, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in steadily.
“fuck, that's good.” you moan, pressing your face into the mattress to silence your moans as rafe begins to move.
his eyes stay on your ass, watching the way your skin ripples with his every thrust.
“you're so hot.” rafe mumbles, making you laugh against the bedsheets, pushing yourself up to your hands as you begin to move back against rafe, meeting his thrusts.
“fuck, y/n.” you love the way your name sounds on rafes lips as his hands move up to your waist, holding you there by your soft flesh.
“harder.” you moan out. “harder, please.” 
rafe listens instantly, increasing the pace and how deep his thrusts are going, not holding back as he pounds into you.
“yeah, like that!” you moan out, listening to rafes grunts over your shoulder as he fucks you, gaining confidence with every movement.
rafe moves one hand to your ponytail, gripping your curls between his fist as he pulls your head back, making you let out a sensual whine.
“you like that?” rafe questions, hips pumping into you, but it's clear by your moans and the gush of wetness to your pussy that you like the way it feels.
rafe keeps one hand on your waist to keep you pulling back against him, not allowing you to stop or slow down, even as your legs begin to tire.
“gonna-gonna have barry watch next time.” you say, knowing it will only spur rafe on more. “then you can watch him fuck me.”
“yeah?” rafe moves faster, knees digging into the bed. “you like being passed around like a slut? might as well invite all my friends to have a go at you as well.”
“do they also owe barry money?” you joke, letting out a breathy laugh before it turns into a gasp as rafe tugs at your ponytail.
“god, you feel so- fucking warm.” rafe gasps out.
“gonna cum for me?” you question, feeling rafes cock swell inside of you.
“y-yeah.” it only takes a few more thrusts for rafe to cum with a loud moan of your name, pushing his hips as far forward as he can despite the condom blocking him from spilling inside of you.
“fuck.” rafe pulls out, regretting being finished. 
you flip over onto your back, head against the pillows with a soft, sleepy smile on your face. “you were good rafe.”
“i was good?” rafe laughs. “you… your body is incredible.”
you watch as rafe discards of the condom before putting his clothes back on.
“barry will want you to stay until he's back, do you want a snack?” you ask, getting up from the bed, still naked as rafe follows you out of the bedroom.
you eat and chat idly while waiting for your boyfriend to return, rafes eyes occasionally dropping to your tits, or watching your ass when you bend down to pick something up.
“baby, im home!” barry yells, slamming the door shut behind him as he smirks at you, seeing you completely naked and rafe still there with flushed cheeks.
“missed you, bear.” you coo, giving him a kiss that quickly turns passionate as he grips your ass, pulling you against him. by the time you're done kissing your boyfriend and need to pull away for a breath, rafe has already disappeared out of the house.
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“where have you been dude?” kelce asks as soon as rafe arrives at the country club for their round of golf.
“dude, you'll never believe it. i just hooked up with barrys girlfriend.” rafe watches kelces face as he processes the news.
“wait, like the super thick baddie? i don't believe you, dude.” kelce rolls his eyes.
“whatever, bro.” rafe doesn't need kelce to believe him, not when he got to experience you for himself.
“come on.” rafe calls, grabbing his clubs. “we're already late!”
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aikarosethorns · 2 days
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My last TechnoSketch poped off so hard it warmed my heart! <3
So now there you go, have a Techno being best dog dad <3
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