#strong tough and terrific boy

[imnogirlstoy]

DO YOU GUYS WANNA GO TAKE A RIDE IN ANDYS BARBIE CAR‼️‼️

[the-candy-hearted-dolly]

How does it feel to be such an icon across the world? Did you know about that? You and Andy are loved by so many, just wanted to make sure you knew that. :)

"We were just happy to know that Marcella loves us .. I had no clue that we brought joy to so many others ! This warms my candy heart so much i feel as if it could melt !"

Bonus panel:

[f4ceache]

scars

[hotchmox]

he looks cute in this part :D

[dia-smthidk]

I want everyone to know/remember this pathetic-lookin version of Raggedy Andy

[anger-mxnagement]

TREAT? TREAT? TREAT? TREAT? TREAT? TREAT? TREAT?

"QUIT STARIN' AT ME WITH THEM BIG OLE EYES!"

[cloroxcasserole]

This is no place for a strong tough and terrific boy, like himself.

[g1ggl3-c4t]

Take this little scene redraw of Andy getting wrecked :3

Strong tough and terrific boys can be ticklish too :]

Og frames:

This move has me in a choke hold help me aLSO THE WAY ANN AND BABBETE ARE JUST WATCHING HIM IM KANDMSNDMSNDK

☆COMMISSIONS OPEN☆

[shuicoke]

I love how you draw Andy. He looks like a young himbo

thank you! he's strong tough and terrific boy

although I think he's more plump than fit. tightly built maybe 🤭

[imnogirlstoy]

Guys I'm so so so sorry

I saw someone else do this trend and Holy shit it was so funny so I decided to make my own but instead of a blunt I just used that fucking El Repe thing sir looney shoves into Andy's fucking mouth

Edit: HOLY SHIT MY FAVORITE ANN & ANDY ARTIST SAW IT??

[sexisdisgusting]

Hiii I hope it’s okay if I rant about a male to you but feel free to ignore me if it’s not ^^

So about a year ago I let a male friend live in my tiny, one bedroom apartment with me. He slept in my living room on a mattress I gave him.

He literally trashed my apartment—he left fast food bags, wrappers, cups, dirt, etc. all over my floor; he practically refused to do ANY basic household chores; he brought his other male friends into my home, most of the time without my permission, and played video games loudly in the next room at night while I was trying to sleep.

All I asked of him was $200 a month to help with rent, groceries, & the utility bill. This fucking asshole couldn’t even scrape up that much money when he had absolutely no other financial obligations. I worked full-time, 40 hours a week while he worked 10, sometimes 15 hours a week. And I still had to do all the chores if I didn’t want my apartment looking & smelling like an absolute pigsty 24/7. He was fully able-bodied btw and there was no reason he couldn’t get a full-time job like a big boy or at least do basic chores.

Instead he stayed home, watched TV, and played video games all day long while dirtying up my house, running up my utility bill almost three times as much as it was without him there, and eating all the food I bought with my own money.

Not to mention he litERALLY BROUGHT FUCKING BED BUGS INTO MY HOME MAKING ME HAVE TO THROW AWAY MY ENTIRE BED AND BUY A WHOLE NEW ONE. FUCK.

Thankfully this is the closest I’ll ever get to having a man-child husband as I’m a lesbian, but the experience was more than enough for me. I kicked his ass out but not after enduring his shit for a few months.

I feel so embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I am known by most people as a tough, strong-willed woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone, especially men, but somehow I let this male walk all over me bc I cared about him.

And it was easier for me to get rid of him than it likely is for straight/het-partnered women to get rid of their man-child husbands/boyfriends. I feel for them sometimes, I really do. Some of them are dependent on their husbands/boyfriends in more ways than one, but especially financially.

Well, I will never, ever let a male (aside from my cat) live in my home again. FUCK that.

HIII!! yes of COURSE its okay for you to rant to me about a male, i encourage all my followers to rant to me about the shitty males in their lives!

after reading your entire ask all i can say is... holy fucking shit

why are men so repulsive and dirty, i swear to god its like theyre in a constant state of being mentally two years old, they cannot clean up after themselves, take care of themselves and dont give a fuck about anyone else except themselves, NOT EVEN GIVING A SHIT ABOUT THOSE WHO HELP AND CARE FOR THEM!!!!

listen, you have no reason to be ashamed of yourself, if anything it shows that youre a good person, and friend, youre kind and thats a terrific trait to have

unfortunately someone took your kindness for granted, and im proud of you for sticking up for yourself and kicking his dumbass out

i love you so much anon, i hope youre doing okay now !! <3

[ohcorny]

reminder i'm a strong tough terrific boy with he/him pronouns in his bio and would prefer you didn't call me they ❤️

[dianassswoo]

Hello again! ☆ Today I come to introduce you (informally, of course) to a secondary character in Welcome Home just like The Girls (If You don't know them, then feel free to check my Instagram!!! I have the same username)... I present to you... Rolly Rocket! 🚀 (The one on the left) He is a strong, tough and terrific boy (Or at least according to HIS words :D), who is the best friend of Beverly Bright (The one on the right). It should be noted that they are not relatives! (despite being physically similar) but their dynamic is definitely one of siblings fighting haha! Even so, they love and appreciate each other in their own way :). I'll explore his relationship with Amy, Carly and the other Home residents later but for now you only need to know that he gets along best with Eddie Dear! (Second image credits to @/_PartyCoffin_ on Twitter).

[mbmbimbo]

Hey does your Spamton plush's voice box some times go off by itself or is it just mine? ...

no, but when my spamton acts up i punish him by putting him in a baby stroller for BABIES and he says to me this is no place for a strong tough and terrific boy such as myself and I say you're strong tough and terrifc?? and he gets mad and says i COULD be if i didn't have to hang around here and be a GIRL'S DOLL

[x-knighthood]

You say pica, we say 'nutrition for a growing , strong, tough, and terrific boy'.

[nohoperadio]

Orwell sharing his deliciously trivial memories of the start of World War I (during which he was 11 to 15 years old), including how people have been making fun of the "Daddy, what did you do in the war?" poster for as long as it has existed:

Of the outbreak of war I have three vivid memories which, being petty and irrelevant, are uninfluenced by anything that has come later. One is of the cartoon of the ‘German Emperor’ (I believe the hated name ‘Kaiser’ was not popularized till a little later) that appeared in the last days of July. People were mildly shocked by this guying of royalty (‘But he’s such a handsome man, really!’) although we were on the edge of war. Another is of the time when the army commandeered all the horses in our little country town, and a cabman burst into tears in the market-place when his horse, which had worked for him for years, was taken away from him. And another is of a mob of young men at the railway station, scrambling for the evening papers that had just arrived on the London train. And I remember the pile of peagreen papers (some of them were still green in those days), the high collars, the tightish trousers and the bowler hats, far better than I can remember the names of the terrific battles that were already raging on the French frontier. Of the middle years of the war, I remember chiefly the square shoulders, bulging calves and jingling spurs of the artillerymen, whose uniform I much preferred to that of the infantry. As for the final period, if you ask me to say truthfully what is my chief memory, I must answer simply — margarine. It is an instance of the horrible selfishness of children that by 1917 the war had almost ceased to affect us, except through our stomachs. In the school library a huge map of the Western Front was pinned on an easel, with a red silk thread running across on a zig-zag of drawing-pins. Occasionally the thread moved half an inch this way or that, each movement meaning a pyramid of corpses. I paid no attention. I was at school among boys who were above the average level of intelligence, and yet I do not remember that a single major event of the time appeared to us in its true significance. The Russian Revolution, for instance, made no impression, except on the few whose parents happened to have money invested in Russia. Among the very young the pacifist reaction had set in long before the war ended. To be as slack as you dared on O.T.C. parades, and to take no interest in the war was considered a mark of enlightenment. The young officers who had come back, hardened by their terrible experience and disgusted by the attitude of the younger generation to whom this experience meant just nothing, used to lecture us for our softness. Of course they could produce no argument that we were capable of understanding. They could only bark at you that war was ‘a good thing’, it ‘made you tough’, ‘kept you fit’, etc. etc. We merely sniggered at them. Ours was the one-eyed pacifism that is peculiar to sheltered countries with strong navies. For years after the war, to have any knowledge of or interest in military matters, even to know which end of a gun the bullet comes out of, was suspect in ‘enlightened’ circles. 1914-18 was written off as a meaningless slaughter, and even the men who had been slaughtered were held to be in some way to blame. I have often laughed to think of that recruiting poster, ‘What did you do in the Great War, daddy?’ (a child is asking this question of its shame-stricken father), and of all the men who must have been lured into the army by just that poster and afterwards despised by their children for not being Conscientious Objectors.