#BALLOON

[jacky93sims]

Nyanyas Refrigerator, Vinyl Heart, Mui Bathroom Sink and Heart Balloon - for The Sims 2

These are 4to2 conversions from Algu, Hydrangea, Sims41ife and Jomsims, low poly. Refrigerator, Sink and Vinyl are functional (the heart cd rotates when it's on). All recolors included.

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[helloiamcandia]

Looey :DDD

One of my fav toons :3

[chrystalwynd]

From downtown Chrystal Heights:

Emma, Sarah, and Jason walked into Spellbound.

Spellbound was an arcane specialty shop that looked bigger inside than it had seemed from outside. The ambiance, however, was just right for a place with such a name. Shelves and cases were everywhere, but not in orderly rows or even consistent heights. It appeared almost haphazard at first glance. But after the initial look-over, it became obvious there was a subtle organization to the arrangement. Spell ingredients appeared to be confined in one area, functional objects in another and even decorative items had a place. Presumably objects of power were locked in display cases lining the back wall. A filled bookcase took up an entire wall and there was even a clothes section. And interestingly enough, many of the items appeared to be extremely erotic in nature. Odds and ends lined the check-out counter and what appeared to be some sort of stone gargoyle stood sentry by the door. It truly did appear to be a one-stop magic shop.

Emma, Sarah, and Jason drifted through the aisles of Spellbound, the trio sharing a silent understanding. They weren't just browsing. Their hands danced over the forbidden merchandise, palming amulets, slipping books into backpacks, pocketing potions.

Their hearts pounded in unison with the ticking of the cuckoo-clock behind the counter, an oddly-shaped object but fitting the ambiance of the shop perfectly. They exchanged glances, their eyes bright. The moment of truth upon them. With a collective breath, they made a beeline for the exit.

They raced for the door, their chests pounding with the thrill of danger. But before they could reach the threshold, the air grew heavy, charged with an unseen force. The gargoyle by the door, a silent sentinel moments before, had begun to stir. Its stony exterior cracked and crumbled, revealing the scales beneath. Two eyes, glowing with a malevolent light, fixed onto the would-be thieves.

Emma, the nominal leader, recognized the danger a moment before her companions and she hissed, "Run!", but it was too late. The gargoyle was no mere statue; it was a basilisk, its gaze as petrifying as the legends claimed.

Emma, Sarah, and Jason slowed, their movements becoming sluggish, then stopping altogether as they were frozen, caught in the creature's stare. Their bodies stiffened, all motion arrested, and the reality of their situation began to sink in. They were statues, trapped in their own bodies.

The shop's owner, a man known only as Hood, emerged from the back room. His became the dominant presence in the shop. An amused smile appeared as he approached the petrified trio. With a flourish of his hand, he began to speak.

"For your audacity," he said, his voice echoing in the silent shop, "you shall serve as a warning to others."

He turned his attention to Emma first. A few whispered words, a flick of his wrist, and Emma's form began to shift. Her body expanded, skin stretching into bright, rubbery vinyl. Her features blew up into exaggerated, cartoonish proportions, transforming her into an inflatable doll, buoyant and bobbing.

Next was Sarah. Hood's spell wrapped around her, the magic swirling. Ears twitched atop her head, a cotton-tail sprouted from her rear, her fingers curling into adorable paws. She was a bunny-girl, the epitome of playful innocence and unabandoned reproduction. Her belly rounded out, full of eggs.

Jason's transformation was no less dramatic.

Jason's chest ballooned outward, the fabric of his shirt straining against the sudden swell of feminine curves. Blonde locks cascaded down his shoulders, the color stark against his former dark hair. From his tousled tresses sprouted a pair of slender antennae, twitching with newfound sensitivity. His ears elongated into delicate points, a stark contrast to the softness of his features. Translucent wings, veined and patterned like a butterfly's, unfurled from his back, quivering, softly fluttering.

Hood stepped back, admiring his handiwork, his head nodding in approval. "Well, since you were unable to serve as a valuable lesson, you'll have to serve as a horrible warning."

Their transformations complete, Hood now positioned them with care in the display window. Emma, the inflatable doll, bounced gently against the glass. Sarah, the bunny-girl, perched daintily on a velvet cushion, her belly round with unlaid eggs. Jason, the butterfly fae, a testament to the forest's beauty.

The trio was now a spectacle for all of Chrystal Heights to see, a cautionary display. Their expressions, though frozen, hinted at a mix of embarrassment and contrite self-reflection.

Then the bell jingled once more and Hood turned toward the door as the next customer entered Spellbound.

[rexlottie]

I AIR THIS BITCH OUT LIKE A. QUEEF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bugthingsdaily]

today's bug thing is this very hungry caterpillar float!

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[babyanimalgifs]

"Mr balloon is stuck, I gotta free Mr balloon"

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[sonichedgeblog]

31 years ago Sonic first appeared in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, where due to high winds it went veered into a street lamp and popped. This was the Eyewitness news report. Support us on Patreon

[retrogamingblog2]

Prepare for trouble

[foldingfittedsheets]

Since the video of this escapade is long because I hate video editing I will now tell you the tale of the first time I went into a Walmart.

Now I am privileged in that I did not grow up in a town where Walmart was the only option. I heard bad stuff and avoided them. So I didn’t set foot into a Walmart until I was well into my twenties. One fateful night changed that…

My beloved wife and I hadn’t been dating that long when we lay cuddling in bed together. My beloved is often given to flights of extreme silliness. Somehow bouquets of flowers and balloons popped into their head. They joked that courting couples should exchange bouquets of condoms, then they wondered what that might look like.

In that moment, I developed a rock hard determination to deliver unto my beloved a bouquet of condoms. I informed them of my intent. They told me not to. I was silent long enough that they believed the matter dropped but I fell asleep that night plotting how I would pull off the caper growing in my heart.

The next day I woke up and began to google. The mental image in my heart was condoms inflated like balloons but I had no idea where I could take condoms to be inflated. I had a ton of balloon filling experience from working at Red Robin but I doubted they’d let me bring in a pack of condoms to fill up. Groceries stores certainly wouldn’t. That’s when I found a helium tank for sale at Walmart. I leapt out of bed and began my quest.

I was supposed to meet my beloved after their shift at the coffee shop and I had rosy images of greeting them with a fantastical bouquet of condom balloons at work, embarrassing them and delighting their coworkers. So I was trying to hurry when I stepped into the blaring sensory overload of Walmart.

I had imagined it would be like a Target inside and was unprepared for the sickly fluorescence of the lights overhead, the massive structure filled with the cheapest of capitalism’s offerings and the most burned out staff. To me it was loud both visually and aurally and I could not imagine anywhere I wanted to be less. I paused in the entryway before screwing my courage to the sticking place and marching forward.

Oddly the helium balloon kit was much easier to find than the second item on my list. I looked everywhere but eventually admitted defeat and approached a lady in her little blue vest whose soul had died within her or was perhaps taking a vacation on another plane of existence.

“Excuse me, where are your condoms?”

Her blank face focused into a pursed expression toward me as she pointed out the aisle, looking me up and down as if to suggest she wouldn’t be rattled by such vulgarities. I was tempted to brandish my balloon kit and explain my plan in an attempt to make her laugh but I needed to hurry and she clearly wanted me gone so I obliged.

The next difficulty was the condoms. When I worked at the sex shop we carried unlubricated condoms but scanning the dizzying array of Walmarts offerings I couldn’t see them anywhere. Time ticked ominously by me, my chance to publicly dismay my beloved bleeding away. I snatched a pack of Magnums the big boys would make better balloons I figured.

I got home and locked away the cats. To familiarize myself with the helium tank I used one of the regular balloons provided, filling a terribly lackluster little green one, making it far too small. Then I figured it was good enough and started filming myself, pumping helium into the slippery uncooperative condoms.

There was a steep learning curve. The first several were too slimy to hold and tie nicely, but soon I hit my stride and began making majestic huge balloons out of prophylactics. It was time consuming, much more than I’d imagined. I sweated and toiled as quickly as I could, determined to fill every condom, but alas as the clock ticked down I finished just a little too late to realize my dream of embarrassing my beloved at work.

Still. I was not deterred. I would bring the riot of rubbers to my beloved’s home and their roommates would laugh.

Getting the balloons into the car proved quite difficult. They were the wrong shape to be biddable about following my lead into the car and I ended up with several facefulls of excitably salacious balloons before I managed to have my way with them.

When I got to my beloveds house I could see them inside with one roommate and I charged ahead with my magnificent love token. Several sadder condoms trailed down outside the main mass, and the single green balloon hung limp and embarrassed next to the breathtaking length and majesty of the main body.

My beloved was shocked and delighted and exclaimed, “Where did you go to do this?!”

I brandished my phone to show them the making of video. The bouquet floated regally through the living room for weeks, retaining helium much longer than a regular balloon would. Eventually the weight of the early failures dragged it to the ground and we put the condoms to rest, keeping only the memory of its whimsy.

[kropotkindersurprise]

December 5, 2024 - lmao. [link]

[serafphim]

[lil-ye]

Balloonerism 🎈☁️

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[koriarredondo]

Hi again Tumblr! its been a while!