#cohon

[philoursmars]

Je reprends ma série de vieilles photos. Ici les animaux de la ferme !

Domérat (Auvergne) , des oies et des enfants (qui ?)- 1928

Vichel (Auvergne encore), un coq - 1927

idem, des moutons. Un vieux berger barbu (qu'on reverra dans un prochain post), ma mère âgée alors de 6 ans et sa petite sœur qui décéda prématurément d'une méningite. Derrière, on voit ce qui fut longtemps notre maison familiale - 1936

Laps (Auvergne toujours). Des canards et mon frère - 1959

Château-sur-Cher (Auvergne évidemment) , des porcs roses et noirs (quelqu'un connaît-il cette race ?) - 1938

non localisé - mon oncle et ma tante pas rassurée par des porcs - 1949

[travsd]

Peter Coyote and the Diggers

I’d like this to be a world where audiences always know the backstory for every artist. You can’t tell the players without a program! The world has never been perfect as far as that goes, but there used to be more of an effort. Everyone wants to be in the Big Show in America, but the Big Show is all surface and not to be punctured. It’s the nature of the media and materialism. It’s a picture…

[viejospellejos]

q me hagas caso cohone

[quiet-gremlin]

ive got silly guys for you!!! (repost from my old acc) its a little older so im not as proud of it but !! we need more gremlin connor content out here

SFW!!!!! NSFW DNI

switch!connor + switch!schlatt (a little heavier on lee schlatt though Augh) | 1.3k words !!

Bored

{🐏🦔}

Connor huffed, collapsing onto the couch right next to Schlatt. Schlatt turned his head slowly, his annoyed face very clear to the hedgehog.

Connor frowned, looking up at Schlatt. He opened his mouth to speak, before Schlatt interrupted him.

"Connor, I just want to warn you, that if you are going to say anything about being bored, I am going to lose my fucking mind."

Connor couldn't help but laugh. It was a frequent complaint that the brunette had, and usually everybody suffered when he went through it.

"Well, boy do I have news for you."

The shorter paused, staring as the ram waited.

"I'm bored."

Schlatt groaned, rubbing at this eyes and setting down his book.

"Fine. You win. What do you want me to do about it?"

He was exasperated, and the only response his friend paid him was a simple shrug.

"Dunno."

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

The taller said, hoping to find an end to their talk. Even though Schlatt loved Connor with his whole heart, running a business is hard work! And he needed time to recharge before he did shit again.

"I guess...."

But of course, the other hybrid had to make everything difficult. What did he even want if he didn't want a simple hang out session?

"You guess? Con, my man, it's a yes or no question."

They both laughed, and Connor finally gave a proper response.

"Fine. But only if it's not a horror movie. I can't stand those."

Schlatt nodded frantically, agreeing. Anything to get out of the conversation and into silently watching a movie.

He was quick to turn on some dumb Disney movie, picking Mulan since he knew for a fact it was among Connor's favorites.

Schlatt opened his book, reading through it as he thought the conversation had come to an end, and they would just watch the movie.

Connor though, seemed to not be even close to done. He snaked his arm around Schlatt's waist, his eyes glued to the screen. The ram didn't think it was anything different, his arm finding its place around his friend's shoulders. It was a common occurrence to find them holding onto each other, as best friends often did.

What Schlatt failed to see, was another common occurrence the two found themselves in the habit of doing.

Without saying a word, both of Connor's hands found their way to Schlatt's sides, and he immediately started taking advantage of that.

"Whahat the fuhuck-"

Schlatt tried his best to shut up, and not let Connor see his hard work pay off, but he was woefully unprepared for this.

The hedgehog simply shrugged, his hands finding their way to the ram's ribs. Maybe he'd think about not wearing a shirt around the house next time.

"Ohokay, ohOHKAY!"

Schlatt tried to back away, but his best friend only followed. He was still holding his book, and really didn't want to drop and ruin it.

"I told you I was bored. Maybe, next time, you won't try and shut me up with a movie. Tee Bee Ache, you kinda deserve it."

Schlatt was going to bring up the spelling of the acronym 'To Be Honest' out loud, but he couldn't focus on that, as Connor had wormed his way to his lower back, scratching at the area by his tail.

That actually made Schlatt collapse against the pillows, trying to squeeze out Connor's hands. But that only helped what he was trying to hurt, Connor moving one of his hands to come after his lower tummy.

Schlatt shook his head, trying to control the giggles that continued to leave his mouth. What didn't help, was that Connor said absolutely nothing as he fucked with him.

"Cohon, CohoHONNEHER!"

He tried to beg, watching the older look up at him.

"Yeah? What's up, Schlatt?"

The ram cackled, his head falling back to the pillow behind him. Of course he picked an asshole to be his best friend.

It took him a moment to process that he could be fighting back instead of sitting back and taking it.

Schlatt brought his hands down, trying to collect Connor's. He actually got a good grip on one of the smaller wrists before the tickles stopped, and bright blue eyes stared at him.

".....Heyyyy, Schlatt-"

He said, looking just a tad nervous. Good.

"Hehey, Connor."

Schlatt responded, a death stare finding its way to Connor.

Even through his short breathed giggles, Schlatt was a scary man. Usually it was to Connor's advantage! But this time? ....no, not really.

"Uhm, what's going on?"

Connor asked, testing the grip that the ram had on one of his hands, using the other to rub his palm on his pant leg.

Schlatt looked calm, shrugging.

"Nothing much. You want your hand back?"

He asked, doing his best to keep his growing smirk off his face.

"Yeah, uh, that'd be nice."

Connor replied, avoiding the other's eyes by trying to pry off the fingers that held the freedom of his hand.

"Wow. That's gotta suck, then."

He finally responded, the shorter looking up at him in confusion.

"What?"

He asked, but it was already too late. Schlatt held his hand palm up, furiously scribbling at it.

The hedgehog shrieked, the shock of his situation hitting harder than the movements themselves. His heel dug into the floor under the couch, and he tried to pull his hand back.

Schlatt wasn't giving in though, his nails scratching up and down the ridiculously sensitive area.

Connor was reduced to giggles, shaking his head as if he were embarrassed.

"The funniest thing about you, is that you don't even fight back! You just sit there and take it!"

The ram teased, watching his friend's face light up a bright red. He knew that he was right though, by the way he just shrinked into the couch.

He didn't respond, uselessly giggling. While that was a good spot, Schlatt wanted to try and get a different kind of laughter that he knew Connor could produce.

He gave the hands a rest, looking the hedgehog up and down. Eventually, before Connor could fully recover, his hands found their way to the other's sides, grinning as he did so.

"You should really just get good, Con."

He said, starting to quickly squeeze. Connor's giggles returned, and he tried to push at Schlatt's hands. It was only when the ram tried to scribble at his tummy that he fought back, actually pushing Schlatt's hands off of him and sitting up to dig into his hips.

Schlatt immediately retracted his hands, freezing up for a second before he weakly pushed at Connor's.

"Screhehew you!"

Connor exclaimed, moving a hand to claw once more at the other's lower back and tail area. Schlatt didn't take this well, but he didn't do much to stop it, too taken in by the sensations attacking his nervous system.

Connor took his time abusing that spot, Schlatt kicking his legs and basically unable to do anything. Finnally, after too much time (in Schlatt's opinion), he finally switched, one hand focusing on his ribs and the other scratching at the base of his horn.

The melt spot and regular tickles hit him like a truck, purring mixed with laughter tiring him out more than Connor probably meant to.

Eventually, he called out what Connor had been waiting to hear.

"Uhuhuncle! UhuncehEHELE!"

That led the older to finally stop, grinning widely at his friend.

"I won!"

He said proudly, rubbing away any ghosty tingles that stayed on Schlatt's skin.

"Oh fuhuck yohou."

Schlatt hissed in response, glaring. Of course, he'd have to get Connor back. But that'd happen on a day he didn't know to expect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

His friend asked, an innocent look plastered on his face.

"Die."

[duckymcdoorknob]

Wow I’ve had this in my drafts for a year.

I think I’m gonna take a break from my requests and write for myself. It’s much more fun.

Sweet Talk

This is lyric text

No flashbacks in this one uwu

Enjoy

Listen while you read!!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡♡´･ᴗ･`

Ships: Ryu Tanaka x Gn!Reader

Warnings: probably moderate cursing? Nothing too bad. Fluff overload tho.

Prompt: Based off of “Sweet Talk” by Saint Motel. Ryu is absolutely enamored with the team manager, (Y/N). These two friends mainly communicate by playful banter, but Tanaka can’t help but fall deeper in love.

Tags: general tag list ❤️ @lisiwalker, @rebloging-everything, @erenluvsrini, @quoikuu, @tetsunova,@keyz-writes, @littlebbyleesfw, @0rodi0, @justanunknown

Oh when it's cold, I get warm just thinking of you.

Volleyball season was starting soon. This excited Tanaka for so many reasons, but the one above all else was the fact that he could spend time with the team’s incredible manager. The winter air nipped at his skin, resulting in him wearing his signature beanie. He was sure that he would freeze his ass off outside.

Exiting the permafrost, and entering the club room, Tanaka felt instant relief as the heat wafted into his face. As he was slowly warming, he opted for quick chats with his teammates.

Hinata and Kageyama were already fighting.

Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were talking about some movie they saw the night before.

His other second year buddies welcomed him with warm smiles. He put his bag down and sat with his friends on the mats. “Good morning, gentlemen.”

“Morning!” Kinoshita beamed, eyes focused on the game he was playing on his hand-held console.

“Mm!” Narita was also engrossed in the game. Perhaps the two of them were battling with each other?

As he stared at the console with a quirked brow, his wing-spiker “twin” (as he liked to call him) sat down next to him and handed him a tall cup. It had a cardboard sleeve to keep his hands from burning. Tanaka sighed in relief upon seeing the steam rising off of it.

“I figured you’d either be a big whiny baby about how cold you are, or deny it until you get frostbite, so I came prepared.” Ennoshita chirped, flashing his friend a closed-eyed smile.

“Ennoshita have I told you how much I love you lately?” Ryu mumbled as he opened the top and took a sip of the drink, “Hazelnut hot chocolate! I swear to the gods above I’m gonna marry you one day.” he said softly, drinking with a satisfied smile.

“Tanaka!” The brunette boy said with a flush, “Save talk like that for (Y/N)!”

The wing-spiker immediately flushed a gorgeous shade of gentle red, which he was quick to blame on the cold wind biting at his cheeks.

“Ennoshita!” Tanaka’s teeth were grit as he stared his best friend down. “Dude! I haven’t told anyone yet!”

Before the other wing-spiker could reply with endless teasing, Daichi called the group to the gym for warm-ups.

When I'm alone, I stare at stars and hope dreams come true.

Tanaka changed into his court shoes and walked as his head was filled with sudden scenarios. A love-struck look was plastered on his face as he imagined how life would be as your boyfriend. He thought about holding your hand in the hallways, surprising you with treats on your birthday and Valentine’s Day, how it would feel to be the one to make you laugh, or to hold you in his arms and-

“Tanaka? You with us?” Daichi asked, a gentle hand to his second year’s shoulder accompanying his question.

“Wh- oh! Hey, Cap! I’m just fine!” The wing-spiker chirped as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Just thinkin’ about some stuff.”

“I thought I smelled smoke.” Tsukishima muttered as he opened the gym door for his teammates.

“Oh you’ve got cohones. Don’t forget that I’m still your superior.” Tanaka growled as he tapped the first year’s nose gently.

You're probably not aware that I'm even here.

Upon entering the gym, Tanaka locked eyes with you. You were talking to Yachi and Kiyoko, smile as bright as the sun. The wing-spiker swore his heart stopped on the spot.

Luckily, you hadn’t noticed him leaning onto Ennoshita’s shoulder and practically screaming

“They’re. So. Friggin’ cute, ‘Nnoshita.” the fuzzy-haired boy muttered, head hitting his friend’s shoulder with every word.

The other wing-spiker giggled as he patted his buddy’s head. “Poor Tanaka. I’m sure you’ll survive the day if you don’t make a total fool out of yourself.”

“Mmmmmmmm” Tanaka whined as his head came off of the other’s shoulder. “Great. So I have to do the opposite of what I do every time I see them!”

As his second year buddy retreated to talk to Daichi about captain duties, Tanaka went over to you to try and start some conversation up. You were talking to Yachi and Kiyoko, so he waited a little bit before walking up to you. When the two girls had left, you were scribbling down some notes on a clipboard. Perfect timing!

Well you might not know I exist, but I don't even care

“(Y/N)?” Tanaka asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt your conversation.

No response.

The wing-spiker bit the inside of his cheek and waited patiently. After a few more seconds, when the talking lulled, he tried again. “Hey (Y/N)?”

Sweet talk, everything you say.

“Ah good morning, Tanaka! I see you chose to bother me the second you got inside.” You chirped, eyes not moving from the clipboard.

“Oh you know it. I see that someone pissed in your cheerios this morning.” The second year replied cheekily.

You slapped your pen down and looked over at the wing-spiker, as he took a seat next to you on the bench.

It sounds like sweet talk to my ears.

“You drive me up the wall.” You emphasized the last word by shaking a fist at him playfully.

“Oh (Y/N)! I’m so flattered! I knew you loved me!” The second year threw a wrist up to his forehead and dramatically leaned on him.

“Piss off!” You barked in reply, laughing as your hand gently collided with his forehead. “Won't you stay away?"

It'll still be sweet talk to my ears.

“Ouch! I just wanted to know how that chemistry test that you were worried about went!” The wing-spiker said with added dramatics, “Sigh! And here I was thinking we were friends!”

You instantly erupted into laughter, playfully punching his shoulder as lightly as you could. “You’re such a dork!” You managed to choke between your chuckles.

Oh when you laugh, I forget that it's about me.

The light in Tanaka’s eyes glimmered as he heard the beautiful sound. It was like a symphony in his ears. He would do anything to hear that heavenly sound once more.

“Why are you still laying on me? What if I get bugs?!” You yelped, lifting his head with two hands.

But it's alright, cause being your punchline still is something.

Tanaka put all of his weight in his head and leaned downward. “Good luck getting me off of you!”

The two of you laughed heartily, lacking any care of the world around you.

“Tanaka, (Y/N)! Stop flirting you two! We have nationals in two months and no time to waste!”

Yeah well I'm not scared.

The two of you turned to look at your captain, still releasing residual chuckles.

“I'm not going nowhere.” Tanaka said with a chuckle, nuzzling into your lap.

Yeah, you might want me to drop dead, but I don't even care.

“Get up, lover boy. We both have lots of work to do.” You demanded, bouncing your legs and making his head collide with your knees.

“Agh! Ouch! Okay, okay!“ The second year whined as he rose from the bench. He offered you a hand out of habit. When you took it, his entire world changed. It solidified everything. He knew in that little moment that he wanted to hold your hand every day.

—

The second year realized that he had to do something to ask you out. As he pondered and pondered upon date ideas, pick-up lines, and cheesy gestures to win you over, a text illuminated his phone.

Sweet talk, everything you say.

“DUDE BIG NEWS!”

Why had you texted him?

“WHAT’S GOIN ON??”

“CALL ME!”

Chuckling, Tanaka clicked your contact and called you. You picked up after the

“HINATA JUST ASKED YACHI TO PROM!!”

It sounds like sweet talk to my ears.

“HINATA AND YACHI????”

“I KNOWWWWW!!!”

“I MEAN I TOTALLY SEE IT!!”

“To be honest, I thought him and Kageyama would end up together”

“(Y/N-“

You could yell

“WHAT??? THEY ARE TOTALLY SOULMATES, TELL ME I’M WRONG!!”

“YOU AREN’T BUT DAMN!”

You and Tanaka chatted about anything and everything. From Tsukishima’s comment to him that morning, to the couples going to the prom together.

That’s it! Prom! He could ask you to the prom!

While on the phone with you, The wing-spiker rushed around his home to get all of the supplies he needed, and got to work on the poster he would make.

He settled for a super cheesy poster. He drew a really ugly volleyball, since drawing was not his strong suit, and wrote in blocky letters “my heart will be killed if you don’t go to prom with me. Dig the idea?”

“What are you coloring?” You asked from the other side of the line.

“Just a project for one of my classes.” He replied, marker cap in mouth as he outlined all of the letters in orange.

—

The next morning, Tanaka picked up a single flower from the florist near coach Ukai’s store. He recalled you telling Kiyoko and Yachi all about the beautiful (F/F)s you had passed on your way to school one day. He then stopped to get you a meat bun from coach’s store.

“Ooh. Who’s the lucky person that our resident flirt is asking to prom?” His coach asked, handing his wing-spiker a meat bun.

“(Y/N).” Tanaka replied, handing his coach some money.

“Wh- (Y/N)??” Ukai asked with a grin, “Keep that money; go get ‘em.”

“Will do, coach!” Tanaka chimed as he exited the store.

He knew that you would be outside the gym at this time. You always waited for Kiyoko to finish her morning run so the two of you could walk in together.

With a sigh of preparedness, Tanaka rushed up to the gym. You were there, undoubtedly, watching the people walk into school.

“(Y/N)!” The second year called, bounding up to you.

You turned and saw the sign. Your heart leaped and warmth found it’s way to your previously cold body. You were so excited that he was asking you, that you didn’t think about what you were saying. “Oh my god…Piss off!” You said absentmindedly upon seeing the sign.

The wing-spiker’s face dropped, as he stopped dead in his tracks. “Oh. Uh, sorry I’ll just…”

“Tanaka no that’s-“

“No, no. I know what you’ll say. You’ll tell me I’m an idiot and yell: Won't you stay away? Here, these are for you." The second year handed you the flower and meat bun, then turned and began to walk inside the gym.

You smiled with a sigh, grabbing his hand. “Ryuunosuke.”

His face flushed upon use of his first name.

It'll still be sweet talk to my ears.

“What I meant to say was: ‘piss off, of course I’ll go to prom with you.’”

“Wait, really?” Tanaka’s eyes sported the same glimmer they usually did.

“Really. You didn’t need to go through all of this to get me to go to prom with you.” You mumbled, pulling his hand up to your lips and kissing it gently.

The beautiful sound of your laughter, that Tanaka loved so much, echoed through the gym as his teammates commented on how sheepish your actions had made him.

He didn’t mind much. He got to hear what he always loved: your sweet talk, and your sweet laughter.

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[gaybananabread]

For the Tickletober requests, maybe 16 for lee Dipper and ler Wendy? (Platonic) Hope you’re doing well and take all the time you need! 💖

Of course! I love this request, and I had fun answering it! I hope you enjoy!

☆☆☆

Lee: Dipper

Ler: Wendy

Ship: None!

Summary: During one on their movie nights, Wendy discovers something more about her best friend.

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

It was Friday. And Friday always meant a movie night with Wendy. Since they had started to hang out, Dipper had come up with an idea to watch the crappy movies that Gravity Falls offered, together. They would spend hours laughing and poking fun at the films, and just having fun.

This Friday, they had chosen to do a comedy marathon in the Mystery Shack. The two had claimed the TV room, and the others were out working the gift shop. Belive it or not, Stan actually gave them the Friday off. Even though Stan said he did it because Dipper had 'Less friends than a squirrel with a peanut allergy', Dipper knew that he cared about him.

When Wendy arrived, the two raided the kitchen, grabbing popcorn, Pitt Cola, and a bag of Mabel's gummy koalas (don't tell her). They plopped down in front of the TV, flipping it to the Comedy Channel.

The first one was about this man's wife who got turned into a skunk. She had sprayed him, then took a tomato bath together. Both Wendy and him immediately critiqued it, making fun of the robotic voices of the actors, as well as the horrible plot line. It ended with her turning back, and the couple founding a skunk ranch.

The second started out with two animated best friends who lived in a small town. They liked to pull pranks on eachother, each one getting worse until they got out of hand. At one point, the friends had a tickle fight, and Dipper blushed a little. Whenever tickling was even mentioned around him, his cheeks flushed pink.

Wendy looked over at him, watching the blush slowly creep on his face. She put two and two together pretty quickly, wondering how she didn't notice before. Whenever she poked him to get his attention, he would flinch pretty hard. She always thought he was jumpy, but maybe it was more than that.

"Hey dude, are you ticklish?" The question surprised him, making Dipper let out a faint squeak before answering. "W-what? Pshhhh, no, I'm not tciklish! What would make you think that?"  He meant for it to sound confident, but his voice came out nervous and high.

She shrugged. "I don't know, maybe the fact that you got all squirmy and blushy when the tickle scene started?" Dang it, Dipper! Why couldn't he just sit still and watch like a normal person?!

"That doesn't mean anything! How about we watch the movie? Isn't that why we're here?" Wendy rolled her eyes. Could he be any more obvious? "Uh, no way, man. I gotta try this."

With that, Wendy grabbed the brownette's arms, not enough to hurt him, just to restrain, and pinned then above his head. He immediately started to squirm and beg, anticipatory giggles weaving into his words.

"Cohone on, Wendy! This ihisn't fair!" She scoffed. "This is perfectly fair. You lied, now it's time to pay the price." Lightly tapping her fingers on his sides, she thought about where to start. So many options, and so much time to try them! They had at least another hour, though she definitely wouldn't go that long.

Dipper shook his head, pulling down on his arms with little-to-no force. If he was being completely honest, he didn't mind the tickles. It was just the anticipation that was killing him!

"Wohohould you just doho it already?" Wendy looked down at him, taking in the wiggly sight. Dipper's face was red, spreading lighting to his ears. She giggled a bit to herself, but she was being kinda mean. Plus, he looked like he was about to explode from the waiting.

"Okay, okay. Byt remember, you literally asked for it!" She scittered her fingertips across his belly, immediately rewarded with sweet and airy giggles.

"Wehehehendy! Ihihihit- ihihihit tihickles!" He was squirming a bit more than before. She rolled her eyes. "That's kinda the point, dude." The gentle touches had already started to mush his thoughts, which made Wendy want to squish him like a teddy bear.

"Okay man, you have to admit, I just started, and you already look freakin' adorable. It must be your special gift or something." She didn't show this type of affection much, except for around her friends. She reserved her more 'girly' feelings for the people she trusted and loved.

"Nohohot adohorable! Noho teheheasing!" She moved her hands up to his ribs, switching from light touches to kneading. Dipper started to laugh, arching his back a bit. "AHAhahahahA! WeheHEhendyhy! Ohoho MYHYHY GOHOSH!"

The boy bucked his hips as she hit his top ribs, trying to dampen the ticklish shocks running throughout his torso. It did little to help, but he had to try something. Wendy stayed on that spot for a few more seconds, before beginning to move her fingers upward. His laughtrr got louder, along with his begging.

"WEHEHEndhy nohoHOho! NAHAT thehe PIHIHITS!" She stopped right before the base of said spot, swirling her fingers teasingly. Dipper giggled frantically, trying to throw her off of the spot, but just managing to give her more access to it.

"You ready?" He shook his head wildly, steams of 'no's and 'please don't's pouring out. Even though he said he wasn't having fun, she could see the giddy  excitement in his eyes. He wanted this, and she was more than happy to give it to him.

"Go!" She dug into the hollows of his pits, and he screeched,  before pulling and tugging at his arms, thrashing around like crazy. His laughter was borderline hysterical: happy, fast, and loud. This was obviously his death spot.

"Wohow, you are REALLY ticklish, dude." Wendy's little comments weren't making things any better. "IHIHIHIHI *snort* CAHAHAHAN'T! NOHAHAHAHAHO!" Wendy stopped, staring at him in playful amazement. "No way! You snort? That's so freakin' cute!"

The blushy boy tried to catch his breath, groaning and trying to hide his head in his shoulder. Wendy would definitely stop soon, she just wanted to try one more spot.

"You got enough air to not die?" Dipper groaned, making her laugh. "I'll take that as a yes." She put her hand on his neck, and he shrugged up his shoulders, letting a small stream of giggly 'no's spill from his lips. But Wendy didn't resume the tickling.

"Hey, Dipper, are you sure you're cool with this? I'll stop if you want me to." Said boy turned his head forwards, looking at Wendy. "Ihi, um-uggghhh. I don't- don't really mihind it. Youhu can- uh, you know."

He was avoiding her eyes, looking all around the room, blushing so hard, he matched the color of Stan's fuz from the neck up. She beamed at him, happy at the trust he showed in telling her that.

"You got it. One round of neck tickles comin' right up!" She let go of his wrists and used both her hands to scribble down his neck. He was thrown into hiccup-filled giggles, and practically melted into the touch. Wendy actually cooed at the sight.

"Ehehehehehehe! *hic* Whehehendy!" He lightly batted at her hands, scrunching up his shoulders, but overall just enjoying it. True, he was still Mega embarrassed, but Wendy was nice and understanding. It made things so much better and so much worse all at the same time.

She experimentally scratched at the shell of his ear, eliciting a squeak from the boy. Now craving the awesome sound, she focused mainly on his ears. For two whole minutes, Dipper Pines was a human squeaky toy.

Deciding that was enough, she went from scratching to rubbing his ears, trying to calm the tickly shocks running through them. Thirty seconds later, and he had gotten the last of his giggles out. He sat up, face still blazing. "Th-thanks Wendy. That was fun."

She playfully elbowed him. "Anytime, nerd. You really are super cute when you laugh like that. Try doing it more often." He shrugged, and ater a water break,, the two went out into the gift shop to greet the others.

"Hey kids. Sounded like you and Dipper had fun." In seconds, his face was back to red. Mable, Stan, and Wendy all laughed, Dipper joining in at the last minute. "Hey, next time you do it, invite me! I know all sorts of fun tickle-spots on this dork!" Mable punched her brother's arm, and he shot her a non-threatening glare.

"Yeah, no thanks. I'd rather just have a snack and go to sleep." Stan passed his some crackers and cheese, while Wendy grabbed her things. After she had pulled her boots on, she walked over to Dipper, rustling his hair.

"I'll see you tomorrow for work. Maybe next Friday, I can try some of those secret-sister-spots Mable was talking about." With that, the red-head walked out the door, leaving a blushy Dipper and two smirking relatives behind her.

[ann3xia]

La 7 🤣💜🫶🏻

Y cual cohone era la 7?

Jajajaja no te vayas de Tour del terror borracho, así como quita dramas en un futuro.

Buenos días.

[lullabyes22-blog]

What if isekai reader was basically a modern Cassius Marcellus Clay & found Zaun's freedom to be the new righteous cause? They, as it happens, fit right into both Piltover & Zaun as they display a dignity & refinement befitting of Piltover's elite, but a grit, ruthlessness, & cohones right at home in Zaun. With a skill in battle, home defense, & redneck engineering (the ability to make or fix anything with random household objects; after all, if it looks stupid, but works, then it isn't really stupid, now is it) to back it up, having never lost a fight in their life. With speeches that win over hearts & minds. Will literally challenge anyone who opposes their views on freeing Zaun to a duel & never lose.

In the case of ending up with Silco, while he works Zaun, Reader works Piltover's commonwealth against the elite & Counsel with an unheard of determination to reform both Piltover & Zaun into a Republic rather than 2 different brands of Oligarchy.

Seriously, if you've never heard of Cassius, go look up The Fat Electrician's video of him on YouTube if for no other reason than to learn about the single most gangster abolitionist of all effing time. He was one metal, badass motherfucker & it's an absolute crime that he's never talked about.

I do not know who you are, anon, but please accept a tender forehead smooch for dropping CMC into the inbox<3

A really fascinating figure in US history

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Haruka has some fking STEEL cohones man 

HELL YEAH 

HARUKA SUPREMACY 

She smacked the normal back into him 

LOL HAHAHAHAHAHAHA 

Close, but no dice 

,,,I’m fking CACKLING y’all 

Daiji Igarashi 🤝🤝 Momotani Jirou: blaming others and having your personality split into an evil side because of low self-esteem and your fantasy self not matching your real self 

It’s the year of our Lord, Evil Twin Split 2022

[no-toy]

Por que me sale blanco el tumblr de loh cohone necesito tener todo en tema oscuro o se me queman loh ojo mecago en tó

[aikoiya]

Oh my God! I just got back from seeing the Super Mario Bros Movie & holy shit! It was amazing!

I loved it!

9.8 or 9.9 outta 10! Leaning more towards 9.9.

Now, spoilers ahead!

Do not read if you haven't seen the movie yet!

Now, literally, the only things that I'd change was that I would've gone with the Paper Mario or Mario & Luigi series' more varied & unique models for the toads. They could've at least had girl, kid, & elderly toads running around. It's just weird that they're all guys & all the same age with the only variations being color. The most unique toads were Toad & the one that I'm fairly sure should've been Toadsworth. You know, the one with the super deep voice? Him.

The only other thing I would've changed was the Kong Kingdom's vehicle designs. I would've preferred it if they were built more reminiscent of Diddy's inventions (not Cranky's though, Cranky's were perfect), but honestly? I'm willing to let this one slide because I get why they went this route.

It wouldn't make sense for the Kongs to have carts all ramshackle & patchwork without Mario, Peach, & Toad's also looking the same. And the entire point of having the carts in the first place was to be a reference to Mario Kart. So, that wouldn't have worked.

I mean, I also get why they did the colorswapping toads thing, at least, theoretically. It's probably easier to just use the same design & change the colors. Also, I remember something about Nintendo being weird about all the toads looking the same with Sticker Star, so that might've also contributed. Which I thought was disappointing even back then, personally. I really liked how different they all looked. So, I guess that it just feels lazy to me.

Otherwise? Perfect!

Like, omG!

Bowser stole the show!

His expressions! When he was angry, you could see it in his eyes as he got progressively more unhinged! Just so wide & "Imma fuckin' murder you, shortstack!"

And those little hints near the end from him that he might've not had the best life? "I was finally going to be happy!" & "Make you miserable like me!" 😧

INTERESTING!! I hope we get some stuff about that going forward!

Like, what if he grew up in an abusive household & that's why he's so good to his own kids?

Also, I loved how much like a teenager with a, really pretty toxic, crush he acted like!

I hope that, if there's a sequel? The Koopa Kids show up & we get Bowser & their dynamics! Not just Junior, but also the Koopalings from the Super Mario Brothers Super Show & Superstar Saga!

Speaking of Superstar Saga! I hope that the Firebrand & Thunderhand come into play! That is literally the only game I see them in & I loved them so much! I especially loved how Luigi got an element of his own besides just getting fire like Mario.

Also, all those little combo moves that the 2 performed in the Mario & Luigi series! It'd really highlight their teamwork!

Something else, but not like a must for it to be good? I would be very delighted if Daisy showed up in a sequel (with accurate spunky, feisty characterization) & her & Luigi just hit it off like a house on fire! I low-key ship them more than MarioxPeach.

And I loved that, while Luigi has obvious anxiety issues, being afraid wasn't his entire character. That would've very quickly gotten very old!

I also loved the obvious love the Bros had for each other. Like, even though it was fairly obvious the information that Bowser was fishing for in his interrogation & his own prominent fear, Luigi still had the cohones to tell this literal fire-breathing monster that "Only the princesses with good taste" would find his brother attractive. He might've been scared shirtless, but his admiration for his brother is REAL, ya'll!

I also really liked how Mario & Luigi's accents were very obviously Brooklyn, but wasn't in your face. That was a nice touch.

Also, DK? He was great! He was an egotistical ass with daddy issues, but he was a funny & likeable egotistical ass with daddy issues.

I liked the sort of razzy, frenemy-type rivalry poking at each other thing that he & Mario has at the end. Like, they obviously got beef, but there's no real heat to it at the end.

Peach was super cool too. She wasn't a damsel & she did shit! Also, she had a lot of badass moments! Loved the ice dress!

I also liked that they didn't just jump into the whole MarioxPeach thing. Like, they had great chemistry, but the movie wasn't about them. It was about Mario's brotherly relationship with Luigi. It's obvious that Mario & Peach are just friends & I think that's pretty realistic, all things considered.

Don't get me wrong. I'm a little shipping whore too & I'd definitely like to see them together at some point, but this is not the time. It'd feel too rushed. I'm not saying that it won't happen. Just that it shouldn't happen yet.

Also, the Psycho Paratroopa who definitely has issues & merced the shit outta Rainbow Road with a blue shell!

And the dog who very obviously has some anger issues that slipped under the radar of his masters! He was a dog on a mission! He wanted to fuck Lu's day up! Then, at the end where he gives that sorta nod of begrudging respect? Hilarious!

Just AAAAGGGHHH!!!

I will say, the nihilist Luma? Yeah, either he wasn't like that before he was captured or he's bullshitting about wanting to die & is being a little shit. Otherwise, he'd have pulled the trigger himself a long time ago rather than waiting for Bowser to sacrifice him in a fiery display of his passion for Peach. Just saying.

[bxbakery]

George Cohon, Who Brought Big Macs to Moscow, Dies at 86

[viejospellejos]

Estudia cohone!!

[jartitameteneis]

@Otrosvendran Pensaba que era una parodia cuando lo vi por primera vez. Pero no. Analicemos esta cosa, ahora que ando desvelado. Me encanta que esto lo realice la Comunidad de Madrid junto con el "Centro de ASUNTOS taurinos". Molaría más si se llamasen "Centro de las movidas de los bichos esos con cuernos Madrid". "Asuntos taurinos": ¡qué específico! Personas random, uno con fachaleco y otros a lo primaveral, mirando hacia la nada.

El hombre de la camisa en primer plano debe de estar preguntándose qué hacer con su vida. O directamente dónde leche está el baño. Pero claramente no quiere estar ahí. Rostro de hastío. Si hay un toro por ahí, se implican pero ya. Esto directamente no sé qué es. Torera no, porque no hay. Pero mira hacia el Cielo como esperando una señal del Señor. Y se descojona. Normal. Y lleva el cabello recogido, como buena chica. Y tiene un señor pequeñito en su pie izquierdo. Le deseo suerte con el rebujito.La primera vez que vi la imagen me recordó a Ayuso. No creo que sea casualidad. Luego al instante vi que sabía sonreír como si fuera un ser humano y entonces me percaté de que no podía ser ella. Bueno, tampoco es que ría mucho. Algo me susurra: "Dientes, dientes…" Vamos a por las miniaturas. Hombre a caballo esperando que suceda algo. Lo compadezco. Niño mirando de nuevo al cielo que no podría torear ni a un caniche sin salir herido de muerte. Pero qué cohones por qué no. Lo repeinas, le pones traje de luces y a copiar y pegar para el póster. Y, por fin, el verdadero prota de la fiesta: EL TORO. Que tienes que localizarlo con una puta lupa y tres especialistas porque supongo que no es apenas relevante para el toreo. El "Buscando a Wally" de los carteles taurinos: ¿Dónde está el toro? Y luego están estos que esperan el bus pero son muy anodinos. Síntesis: OBRA MAESTR. Ah, y había olvidado mencionar que el póster nos avisa de que Las Ventas está en la ciudad de Madrid, que a su vez está dentro de la Comunidad de Madrid (lo pone arriba), que a su vez es parte de España. Por si algún despistado del extranjero se cree que no. Addenda: A) Parece que la piba de la imagen que lógicamente polariza el 70% del espacio es hija de Cayetano Rivera. Las Ventas es ella. Si te mola el toreo es por eso. B) Sí, el toro por lo visto tiene 6 patas. Habrá que informar de la anomalía al centro de asuntos taurinos. Addenda dos: Los Cayetanos Rivera son tantos que hay que hacer esquemas. (Gracias a Marta por informar). Pero se merecen que sus hijas copen un póster con toros que tienen 6 patas. Eso ni se discute.

[goalhofer]

2023 In Memoriam Part 43

Archbishop Vincentius Sensi Potokota, 72

Guillermo Hernández, 69

Background Bob, 15

Alice Denney, 101

Preston Hanna, 69

Bishop Paul Tịnh Nguyễn Bình Tĩnh, 93

Dr. S.S. Badrinath, 88

Ron Acks, 79

Chad Allan, 80

Bettina Moissi Berggruen, 100

Dave Young, 64

Mike D'Amato, 82

Tony Genato, 94

Barbara Haščák, 43

Lanny Larason aka Tom Larson, 84

Bishop Guy Armand Romano, 86

Harald Hasselbach, 56

Mark Kellar, 71

George Cohon, 86

Ron Hodges, 74

Archbishop Fabio Martínez Castilla, 73

Daryl Johnson, 77

Terry Venables, 80

A.J. Walling, 77

Geordie Walker, 64

Mike Corkins, 77

Victor J. Kemper, 96

Frances Sternhagen Carlin, 93

Charlie Munger, 99

[elpuppies]

Axel defending with his cohones in true colchonero fashion