#barfie the dog :)

[caiabresebun]

commissions for @wherefore-whinnies thanks so much!! <3

[sevarix-blogs]

Molly sniffed curiously at the trailing ends of Barfie's scarfie and then eagerly tippy-tapped her cute little front paws with a cute little yippy yap. Her ears bounced adorably as she bounded off through the tall grass. Barfie did nothing, because he was inanimate. This made Molly sad, so she trotted back to the sweet little baby boy and picked him up gently by the scruff with her teeth. She then dragged him roughly through the dirt along with her until she was tired out from her romp. The two baby pups flopped adorably in the grass. The end!

OH MY GOD this is so cute 😭😭😭 ty friend this is wonderful!

i read it to molly and she liked it too uwu

[foodwithrecipes]

Jowar-Bajra Bread Sticks. From jowar, millet to ragi and maize, calcium, iron, zinc, magnesium, potassium, fiber, vitamin B6 and phosphorus are present in abundance. Read full recipe https://foodrecipesoffical.com https://foodrecipesoffical.blogspot.com/2023/12/484-healthy-food-recipe-jowar-bajra.html… http://foodrecipesoffical.blogspot.com

[breitzbachbea]

interesting commission idea: Robert and Charlie in the different rooms of the arora flat, arora twin they spent the night with optional, both suffering the attention of their host's pets.

[gaybananabread]

TickleTober Day 17 - Interrogation

@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers These ideas are making me so happy Panda I SWEAR! Love these two, they'd get up to so much fun mischief! I apologize for any Hobie-slang slander, I will not claim to fully understand how his speech patterns work (T.T) I tried, I hope you all Enjoy!

Lee: Pavitr

Ler: Hobie

Summary: Pavitr thinks it's a good idea to try and hide his candy stash from his friends, refusing to share. Hobie shows him just how persuasive he can be when it comes to the sweet treats.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Halloween: the all-around favorite holiday of the spider heroes. One group of teens, specifically, makes it their goal to bring in as much candy as possible. And they never shared with each other. Well, never shared willingly.

Pavitr had pulled quite the haul that year. He had managed to convince Gayatri to go with him, dressing in matching couple costumes. One pair of puppy dog eyes later, the spider teen had at least five pounds worth of candy in each bucket.

Gayatri wasn't really into the sugary stuff, letting him have her bucket. Now, Pav didn't exactly need all that candy; he had plenty of energy and joy to begin with. He'd always had a sweet tooth, however, constantly trying sugary confections and stealing treats from his friends.

Everyone knew about the Indian spider's love for sweets. Everyone knew that he had plenty to spare. He just needed some…persuasion. And nobody knew how to persuade Pavitr better than Hobie.

That year's hiding spot was one of his best; in the hollow pot of a large fake fern in his apartment. He preferred living house plants, but due to his Spider-Man work, Pav just didn't have time to take care of one. For once, his busy life had provided him some luck. Who would think to look in a plant pot?

He had just pulled a few treats from his stash when the loud, whirring sound of a portal interrupted him. The sunny teen stuffed the candy into his pockets just as a figure entered his dimension. Recognition was immediate; the clinking pins, thumping boots and lanky frame were instant tells. Hobie had come for a visit. His timing was awful…

"Oi Pav, how'd the candy run go?" If you knew Pavitr, one thing would be very clear; he was an awful liar. The boy had obvious tells, and almost never sold the bullshit he was trying to feed people. He would bite his lip, almost always crossing his arms when he lied. Just as he was doing then. “Not very well. I did not get as much as I was hoping for, already ate most of it.”

Hobie immediately knew he was lying. The story wasn’t bad, but the delivery was weak as a wet noodle. “Uh-huh, sure. Ey, mind tellin’ the truth? I’m not buyin’ that line a’ bull.” Pav cringed, knowing he was busted. Dishonesty just wasn’t his forte…

Still, he had gotten so much candy that year. He loved Hobie to death, but the sweets were corrupting him. He tried another lie. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, bro. This…this is all I seem to have left.” Pav, still trying his best to sell the obvious fib, pulled the ten or so pieces of candy from his pockets. There were a few hard candies, some chocolates, and even a wrapped piece of kaju barfi from the kindly older woman a few blocks away.

Hobie saw through the clear lie, though his friend’s commitment to the bit was admirable. “That so, yeah? Fine then. You asked for this, bruv.”

Before his spider-sense could warn him, Hobie lunged at Pavitr, picking the teen up and tossing him onto the nearby couch. Pav yelled and smacked at the taller man’s shoulder, but couldn’t really do much. Hobie got the jump on him, and he was already a bit giddy from the obscurity of it all. “Hoho- Hobie! Wait!”

“Nah, don’t think I will.” Pav had already known what was coming; the punk only got that look on his face when he played a certain brand of silliness. In seconds, his arms were webbed above his head, ten bony fingers running up and down the length of his ribs. “NYAHahaha! Hohohobie, noho tihihickles!”

Bubbly giggles quickly lit up Pavitr’s apartment, bringing a bit of life into the homey environment. Ever the tease, Hobie snickered as he continued his tickly attack. “No shit, Pav. That’s the point.”

Surprisingly, the boy could say and hear the t-word without getting flustered. It was teasy compliments that did him in. “Aww, that’s a cute laugh ya got, Pavi.” Hobie sent a few pokes to his armpits, getting a squeal in response. “Gonna tell me where the stash is yet?”

Typically, he’d have his bangles and web shooters to help him out of the mess. But it was a slow day, and Pav took every chance he could get to wear his normal, comfy clothes. The soft, loose shirt did little to protect against Hobie’s evil fingers. “Ihihihi- HEHEY! NOHOT THE TUHUHUMYHY!” He felt his cheeks heat up from the cute tease, both loving and hating the compliment.

“Hmm. Guess not.” Pavitr’s stomach had always been a weak point. He thought he’d grow out of it; over the years, however, it felt like his tum only got more sensitive. The boy drummed his feet on the couch beneath Hobie, trying to distract himself from the ticklish shocks spreading across his belly.

Hobie honestly found it cute. Pav’s careless smile, giddy and happy laughter, slight blush on his tan cheeks; it was perfect. He loved to play around with all his friends, but the shorter spider was definitely a favorite for that sort of affection. Saying he was soft for his loved ones would be spot on. He had no shame admitting that, or abusing the fact that they all loved it.

And abuse it he did. Pavitr could feel himself both melting and going crazy at the tickling. He honestly liked it when Hobie, or any of his friends, played the silly game. There was just something so…freeing in being able to laugh his cares away with a loved one. Especially Hobie. “COHOHOME OHON! IHIHI- WHYHYHY?!” If only he wasn’t being a bit mean to get information.

“Why? I just want a few of my fam’s sweets, but you apparently ain’t sharing. So I’m having a bit a’ fun. Unless, ya know, you wanna tell me where your hidin’ spot is?” He clawed at Pav’s belly, smirking at the adorable reactions. He could practically hear the boy’s thoughts, and they said he was enjoying himself. Nothing wrong with that, but Hobie was looking for info, not the usual cuteness. “Unless…you don’t really want this to stop…”

Two big squeezes to his sides came with the tease, making him squeal. Hobie wasn’t wrong…but no way he was admitting that. The webs pinning his hands were sturdy, he knew they wouldn’t break no matter how hard he tugged. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. “SH-SHUHUHUSH!”

That was when Hobie decided to be evil. The anarchist slipped his hands under Pav’s shirt, his cold rings making the boy squeak on impact. One hand started to squeeze Pavitr’s side, the other spidering its nails across his belly button region. The bubbly boy practically shrieked, a scream and a squeal combining to make one adorably frantic sound.

“HOHOHOBAHART! NOHOHO! DOHOHON’T- IHIT TIHiCKLES!” Hobie gasped dramatically, not stopping the tickles for a second. “Did you just government-name me? Oho, that’s it, ya little shit."

It was time to be very, very mean. Hobie pulled up Pavitr's loose shirt, exposing his toned stomach. Perfect. The punk wiggled his brows before taking a deep breath, blowing the biggest raspberry he could manage on Pav's poor belly. At the same time, he squeezed along the boy's sides, driving him mad with the ticklish combination.

Pav could barely function, the intense tickling immediately finishing him. "NAHAHA! IHIHI- IHI CAHAHAN'T! HOHOBIE PLEHEHEASE!" He bucked and squirmed, to get the Brit's head away from his ticklish tum.

He wasn't quite done yet, though. The punk blew a few smaller raspberries, making sure to shake his head so his lip piercing did a bit of tickling as well. Pavitr was practically in hysterics, thrashing and writhing to try and escape the tickles.

Hobie eventually gave him a breather, sitting up and admiring his work. Pav greedily gulped in air, giggling like mad as he tried to catch his breath. Why did he do this again… oh, right. The candy: he had almost forgotten about the treat stash.

"Al'igh Pavi, ya got one more chance. Where's your stash, mate?" Pavitr got one more poke to the armpit, just because he could. The giggly boy groaned, leaning his head back and scrunching his eyes shut.

He relented, not having any more energy left to resist."F-fihihine! Ihit's- it's ihin Anvi's pohohot. Now noho mohohore!"

That got an eye-roll from the punk. Anvi was the name of Pav's fake fern. Hobie took a small pocket knife from his waistband, cutting the webs and climbing off his friend.

The plant pot looked normal, save for a throw pillow propped on the bottom. Moving the pillow aside, Hobie found a hole in the ceramic. There, right inside, were two big buckets of candy. "Damn, Pav. Cleaned 'em out, didn' ya?"

Taking one of the buckets, Hobie replaced the pillow and walked back over to the couch. At that point, Pavitr was sitting up, his breathing returning to normal. The blush on his cheeks was very visible, but other than that, he seemed to have calmed down.

Cute… Hobie set the bucket between them, grabbing the first chocolate off the top, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. Pav followed suit, though he didn't pass up the chance to poke Hobie's side. The punk just chuckled, tossing an empty sweets wrapper at his head.

Totally worth it…

[wherefore-whinnies]

The WIP, as promised! I combined your two ideas from the ask to get over my fear of drawing Balmung! Thank you for the much-needed dog drawing practice! I smile whenever I look at Barfie :D

OH MY GOD LOOK AT THE BARFIE!!! HE IS STANDING OF HIS OWN FREE WILL!!! a feat of which he has always dreamed, but his cute little fluffy noodle legs cannot support his weight 😭 the shagginess of his fur is so lovingly depicted... he stands alert and to attention! one imagines his tail would wag furiously 😭

and look at the Toby and the Balmung... they loom over him so cutely and fluffily! they are having such a good time... I love dog 😭😭😭

thank you for taking my request, and for sending me a preview!

[pukeit]

Up comes Dinner

This very sweet guy invited me to his house for a huge dinner we ate pasta with cream sauce, salad, corn, mushrooms, BBQ ribs, hot dogs, beans, biscuits, strawberries on cake with ice cream and a glass of wine each. He knew barf got me horney and it did the same for him. After dinner I belched and he smiled.

I got stethoscopes for us to listen to each other’s tummy noises he said. I smiled as he burped. let us move to the bedroom take a little ipicac and barf he said. So we did. He had large buckets and water ready. We downed the ipicac and listened to the gurgling noise from each others upset belly’s.

he said I feel like it’s going to come up soon and let up the biggest belch I ever heard and it smelt like dinner.

I feel bloated and barfy too I said as a burp came up. im not going to lie the gurgling and sloshing noise was great.

he grabbed his bucket gagged and wet burped and vomited the strawberries cake and ice cream followed by his salad, then mushrooms, bbq, undigested dogs, corn pasta and the wine.

my Barf erupted fast and furiously after it felt good to puke. The bucket splash sounds were wonderful. I admired my mess after and his.

you are gorgeous while barging he said as he kissed me.

you too I said.

we then fucked with our barf near by.

[krissiefox]

Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog - Lifestyles of The Sick and Twisted (Screenshots & Review)

I wasn't sure what this episode was going to be about, but I was already intrigued by the humorous title. Turns out it's a story about Robotnik forcing his way onto a talk show to feed his ego - fun! For those familiar with the Aosth Youtube Poop Music Video "It's From The Show!", you'll likely recognize some lines from this episode, too. :) The episode starts with Scratch and Grounder racing to deliver the days mail to Robotnik and getting themselves stuck in a door-frame. Robotnik has been eagerly awaiting a response from  a bird named Throbbin Screech, who hosts a talk show called "Lifestyles of the very good". He was hoping to be interviewed in his own episode, but receives a very aggressive "NO!" in response. Robotnik is furious, and only becomes even more-so when he realizes that Sonic is being interviewed on the show today, instead of him! Robotnik is  now determined to force an episode about himself in which he will also capture Sonic. Meanwhile Grounder wants to watch the show regardless of the episode being about Sonic, but settles for watching reruns of "Bart the Barfy Bumblebee" instead...

Screech has previously had many very good folks on his show, including the dog who saved a kitty. Cool!

The next morning, Scratch, in a surprisingly wholesome moment, asks Grounder if he slept well as they head into the living room. This was not only sweet but also confirms that these two funny little cyborg whatever-beasties not only eat, feel pain, get cold, and sneeze, but also sleep! Robotnik reveals to them that he has kidnapped Screeches niece, and has her chained up over a lava pit. He is  going to use this to blackmail Screech into filming an episode about how interesting he is, on his own terms. Sure enough, Screech arrives, and we immediately see that Screech is quite the douche-bag because he actually briefly considers just letting Robotnik kill his niece before agreeing to do the episode!

Once a filming set is put together, a special airing begins of the show, now called "Lifestyles of the sick and Twisted". Robotnik comes out on stage, dressed up in a somewhat donald trump-esque outfit, very fitting to the shows new title! Sonic and Tails are immediately made aware of the strange situation, as they are fond of the show themselves and were watching it in a public place with several other Mobians. After talking with Screech for a bit, Robotnik gets out of his fancy suit and leads the camera crew to a  new enhanced egg-mobile that he made, which can seat up to 4 people. Fancy!

Dr. trumpbotnik...? nah, that would be too mean to Dr. Robotnik....

Robotnik uses this vehicle to dry up a nearby lake and endanger the fish living in it, knowing this lure out Sonic. Sonic and Tails arrive, but as Sonic looks for something to help the fish wish, Robotnik kidnaps Tails!

Once Sonic has arrived at Robotnik's lair to confront him, Robotnik unveils what he did to Screeches niece - and has also now done to Tails as well! Sonic agrees to surrender on the terms that Robotnik lets Tails and the niece go, but Robotnik lies to get Sonic in cuffs and then imprisons all three of them! Before he's sent off, Sonic requests a makeup person, with the explanation that he wants to look good on TV.

Some of the folks who were watching the show live with Sonic and Tails earlier. I like the big sassy gal with the mustache!

In the lava prison chamber, Scratch and Grounder eventually show up with said makeup person - a poodle gal named Heckuba whom is secretly here to bail everyone out. When they're all alone together, she uses her lock picking skills to undue everyone's shackle locks, and then also uses her makeup skills to disguise herself as Sonic, and Sonic as herself. She's pretty cool! It's a shame she's also self-deprecating about her appearance. I think she looks cool. :D

 And her Sonic disguise is really fun looking to. It kind of resembles an off-model Sonic you might see in an unauthorized cameo in another cartoon (like the funky looking Sonic in that Simpsons episode about Bart stealing a video game). It's also a  bit reminiscent of those "Sanic" drawings I've seen people do..

Heckuba ’s Sonic disguise is pretty fun!

Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the escape! Sonic and Heckuba sneak out of the prison chamber by pretending to be each other as Scratch and Grounder come to retrieve Sonic for more humiliation at Robotnik’s hand. Once Robotnik realizes that "Sonic" is actually Heckuba in disguise, the real Sonic unveils himself, and then Tails and Screeches niece also unveil that they were able to escape. Sonic torments Robotnik as the episode ends in an odd little montage of various characters talking to the camera.

In the Sonic says segment, Scratch and Grounder are trying to get onto Screeches show by vandalizing a playground. Sonic shows up and tells them that "vandalism is stupid and illegal". This is another Sonic says that I can't really get behind. For starters, Sonic vandalizes Robotnik's property on a  regular basis. And yes vandalism is illegal, but I think it's a stretch to just call it "stupid" as a blanket statement. Context should be applied. Vandalism can be used to spread hate (like when people spray paint swastikas in places), but it can also be an act of self-empowerment and also used as a form of protest against tyrants and abusers - like when the rebels smash the Breen tv in Half-Life 2.

This episode is a decent one, I'd say. I think they could have done more humor with the core theme of "Robotnik on a talk show", but there is still some good humor peppered throughout and a lot of great Robotnik expressions, as well. Heckuba was also a pretty cool gal as well it's unfortunate that this seems to be the only episode she as included in.

Til next time, be good people and stay cool!

[zumpietoo]

I do love that in the 50s Betty is legitimately going to be Kevin’s faux girlfriend. If the series ends with her being single and being a puppy dog for Archie crumbs and then as well as Kevin’s when he doesn’t have a screwing partner and needs a movie pal, I will never stop laughing.

Tbf, series end won’t be in the 50s or even the back half of the season—-buuuttt….I do think it’s correct, no barfie (let alone jizzy) ending for slizzy.

I do think hs tabi = jug seeing they’re even moar forever destined than he got

[thedogumentor]

Barfi, Bernedoodle Mix (2 y/o), Grape St. Dog Park ◾️ "He has no sense of space. He'll bump into walls or run into you. He's just in his own world."

[grad604-jasdeepdhaliwal]

Outline

Locating your creative practise, finding your creative voice.

Design Artefacts:

Outcomes/delivarbles:

Formative - Map

Summative - essay - presented in a A2 format 

IN CLASS TASKS

Reflecting on the projects we saw in our morning lectures, discuss either the Matariki posters or the student projects on the plastic.

What did you like about it?

The ideas

I really enjoyed watching the student work behind the plastic as even though I’m from a completely different background I know my friends who have told me different stories on them being ashamed about calling themselves samoan as they feel plastic cause they can't speak their native language. I really liked how instead of keeping it just typography based or picture based they decided to use images of the people who were referred to as “plastic.” I also really like the idea on how they let each person who was photographed to be able to draw and freely express how the word “plastic” made them feel. I also thought it was interesting reading the survey responses and how it related on a much deeper level to the people of the Pacifica community as they left their personal stories and experiences to a question that required a yes/no answer.

5 sentences - “Where I am from”

My feet touch the pebbles to see my whanau as I smell the barbeque.

The green trees with the sound of the gusting wind is where I’m from as I take a bite from nanny’s cooking.

My reflection in my whanau’s sacrifice shows me where I’m from.

The colourful vibrant sweets on my table bring a sense of my whanau’s reflection.

The dust in my eyes as I chase after the dogs is where I’m from.

Reflection

Sweets - signifying my cultural sweets (barfi)

Sacrifice - Immigrating

Gusting wing - Change

Dust - Location

Who are the designers, illustrators or organisations in Aotearoa or worldwide who influence you?

Alistair McCready (Typography based designer)

Rupi Kaur (Poet)

Voices of hope (Mental health charity affirmations)

Fahmeed (Works with big artists and makes animations)

What do you value as a creative?

Cultural movement (Specifically Punjabi Sikh)

Mental Health

Feminism

Te Toi o Mangahekea, 2023 

by tā moko and public installation artist Graham Tipene (Ngāti Whātua, Ngāti Kahu, Ngāti Hine, Ngāti Hauā, Ngāti Manu)

I can engage my curiosity on this by visiting this art gallery in person as this piece is outside AUT. I can go on their website and read the online website about it and the story to Graham Tipene’s thought process in designing this and what it actually means.

The values they bring into the work are

Inclusivity 

Individualism

Passion

The design communities emerging from this piece are collectively from the Maori culture itself or people who didn’t know about their own native tongue but are relating to this piece on visually understanding more about their own homeland, as well as the diversed community surrounding this piece in New Zealand who have yet to start learning about it.

What excites me is how patterns can have such a deep meaning as well as the repetition in this particular piece and that it was outside the art gallery where I’m always walking past and there's no text to explain anything so that’s when you feel curious on wanting to know more to gain a better understanding.

The Creative

I am doing the creative practise and underpinning research and this can be approaching my work from different angles everyday and finding different solutions and problems to be working with, so I’m always staying curious and learning different ways of designing it.

I’m a designer who loves doing illustrations and working with type, if I ever get the chance to showcase my culture I love shining the light on it as everyday I learn more about it, and I feel like knowing my native language brings me closer to myself.

The influences on me as a designer come from many people, old traditions and stories within my own culture, influences with my peers in class and seeing the design directions where their work comes from, online research on worldwide people but mostly I like to choose categories of certain types of designs that I can intimately relate to.

I can unpack design ideologues by noting everything I've seen and what I want to believe in and what makes those designs visually relatable to me. It wouldn’t be my individual design piece if I never believed in it.

I can however expand my visual vocabulary by understanding the environmental, social, cultural and political context of my design influences as it’s not a trend and an ongoing discussion which can somehow correlate into my own work. I can always have another route by learning this way as I can explore and see how I respond to those pieces of work. I'll never know if I stick to the same comfort zone.

I value 

Key themes, ideas and conversations in my work

[sevarix-blogs]

barfie!!!!!!!! (@wherefore-whinnies's dog uwu) (it was traced from a photo)

[foodwithrecipes]

Millet pakodas. Millet provides a good source of plant-based protein. Millet can be used in a variety of dishes, from porridge and salads to breads and desserts, making it versatile, Read the full recipe https://foodrecipesoffical.blogspot.com/2023/12/483-healthy-food-recipe-millet-pakodas.html… http://foodrecipesoffical.blogspot.com

[coconuttyglittersmurf]

Happy Holidays from the best boys ever! :D

Bonus Tufflips! 😎

[wherefore-whinnies]

[VD: Gameplay video from the Switch version of Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life. The player character whistles to a brown floppy-eared dog with white muzzle and paws and a red scarf tied around his neck. The dog approaches and sits politely at her feet with his tongue hanging out. She kneels to pick him up and a dialogue box says, "Barfie has a healthy, fluffy coat." She puts him back down and crouches next to him to train him in four moves: 1) Jump, where he leaps off the ground; 2) Paw, where he places his front left paw in her hand; 3) Beg, where he rears up on his hind legs, front paws dangling cutely in front of him; 4) Spin, where he rears up and does a quarter turn counter-clockwise before falling back to all fours. After each move he sits alertly facing the player character with his tongue hanging out, and a heart appears above his head. /End VD]

my sweet little baby boy is the most talented little baby boy in the whole entire world 😭😭😭