#CHUBBA

[oneiro-nautical]

[corvidbrains]

There's room right here, right?

[the-football-chick]

The Panthers won for the third time in four games and are just one game behind the division-leading Bucs who lost to the 49ers today. Panthers QB Sam Darnold connected with rookie RB Raheem Blackshear and 2nd year RB Chubba Hubbard for touchdowns as Seahawks QB Geno Smith struggled against pressure from the Panthers defense throughout the game.

and the Panthers rubbing it in big time:

😲

IG: nfl / seahawks / panthers (12/11/22)

[dailynfl]

[pedge-page]

Some Joel Preggo Wife family fluff 🥺:

Joel sitting from the couch and watching you follow baby Sarah around, who's just now learning to put sounds together into words and recognizing them around the house. She stomps around and points:

"Dooe?"

"Yes baby that's a door."

"Okay. Bowe?"

"Yes baby that's a bowl."

"Okay." To the lump of breathing fur on the couch: "Spooo?"

"Yes, baby, that's Spoon."

"Oh okay. SPOO?"

"Yes, still Spoon."

"Oh okay...." She points again to the dog. "Spoo."

"Yes Spoon."

"Spoo."

And Joel just smiles to himself because you have so much patience just repeating the same 4 items she keeps circling around to point at again and again, leading you around the kitchen and living room with her thumpthumpthumps in her heavy landing footsteps underneath all that chubba skin she's still growing into.

"Daddy." She stops and points at Joel, who's lying on the couch with his glasses on and book in hand.

"Yes that's Daddy."

"DADDY!" She squeals excitedly and clapping her hands. She gets one leg up on the plush of the cushion, trying to hoist herself up with her bitty fists clenched into Joel's stomach as leverage.

He tosses his book, no care to whatever page he was on because literally the most important thing in his entire world is climbing him like a handicapped monkey on a tree he's HERE for it.

He grasps her so she can kneel on his chest and kiss his face repeatedly.

"Doggy?" She points towards the bowl of cereal sitting on the coffee table.

"No," he chuckles. "That's a bowl and a spoon."

"Boe. Bowe. An... no spoo. SPOO!" She points towards your dog lounging at the foot of the couch. Then, back towards contents in the bowl: "doggy."

"Baby, they are BOTH called spoon."

Sarah gives Joel a head turned tilt of confusion. There's no way in hell a utensil and her four legged friend look remotely similar. She KNOWS who Spoon is. Her dad is totally wacko to mistake that little silver thing her canine bestie.

"No Doggy! SPOO!" She points back and forth, mixing the two up once again.

You giggle as they launch into a babble of arguing and pointing about the names and legitimacy of objects that you've seemingly tangled in her mind.

Eventually she puts both her little palms flat on his mouth to shut him up from his blasphemy.

"Spoo!" She shouts from behind, calling in reinforcements.

The dog springs into action, launching on Joel's chest to drape her palms and face on Joel's head and nudge Sarah away for safety.

"Good Spoo!" She hums, patting the pup on her back affectionately.

But earthquake Joel starts rumbling his whole body, still grasping Sarah securely so she doesn't topple over. The two of them are about to be overwhelmed from the volcano about to erupt when Sarah calls in the big guns:

"MOMMY!"

You lie right on top of them all, with Spoon off to your left shoulder and Sarah on your right, and Joel sandwiched below all 3 of you, face to face.

He grins, completely pinned down by his beautiful family. His. Holy shit hell never get used to saying that.

"Hi," he grunts happily despite the added weight on his lungs.

"Hi," you sigh back with a smile. Your chin rests atop his chest as you stare lovingly at your man.

Joel wraps his broad arms around all three of you. Sarah and Spoon wiggle themselves into place until all of you are lying on him comfortably, lulled by his deep, steady breaths beneath.

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[ttmicrowave]

mm chubbas -bacin hair from roblix

[soft-tummy-lovin]

Hi your tummy is reeeally cute,, and soft......... do u have any tips on gettin chubbier? I could use a few extra pounds

i actually have talked about this before!!!!!

[girlnameddude]

small dick shaped lollipops call that a chubba chode

[solarishashernoseinabook]

Google Translate Writes: Gilan the Pie Thief

Hey all, it's April Fool's Day! You know what that means: time for the third annual "Google Translate Writes"! For those who haven't read these before, every year I take a light-hearted oneshot of mine and put it through ten layers of Google Translate, then post the result here on Tumblr. This year I chose a little ficlet I wrote for the Trick or Treat Fic Fest, which I've abruptly decided to title Gilan the Pie Thief. Read it at the link - then look below to see how my ficlet survived being translated into Basque, Arabic, Sindhi, Samoan, Punjabi, Serbian, Gujarati, Malagasy, Romanian, and Uyghur!

~

Steal the cello cake

Are you sure this is an official test? Glenn said worriedly.

Can I give it to you if you don't? Stop it, he said.

Maybe? Galen raised an eyebrow in disappointment.

Gillan passed his second exam at Union and officially entered his third year of study. Crowley was noted for his extraordinary talent for magical work. Gillen makes the mistake of bragging to Holt, and Holt rolls his eyes in response. “Yes,” said he, “if you really have faith, I'll give you a real test of your skill: if you don't have a lot of trees, you won't be able to see the trees that stand in your way. . ". . .

Impossible! Galen tries to argue, but Holt won't listen to him, while Redmont Holt demonstrates his ability to remain unnoticed in a dark corner of Baron Erold's meeting. He and Gilan put the lid on. Let's take a look. Holt spent the next few weeks quietly learning how to manage crowds. Finally, yesterday, Holt announced that he was ready for his first test, and Gillen agreed.

But seeing the entire kitchen now, the Sri Lankan didn't think it was possible. He was at the reception of Mr. Chubba and did not want to repeat the incident.

Before that, whip up a plate of delicious cake. Then Holt came looking for them, and the sweet smell and air filled Gillan's mouth. It was cold for a long time, it's not hot anymore, but it might be hot now. Very pleased to attend.

A desire to escape the wrath of Siri. Chub is overflowing.

Gillan went to the kitchen and cleaned the house for a while. Until Holt started studying on her own, Gillan thought people were chaotic, but somewhere along the way she realized people were acting in a peaceful way. Everyone had a job in such a big kitchen and everything they did was for the joy of that job. Once she learns how to act, she sticks to the pattern and pretends to be a boy in the kitchen. It's like you're in one place and half the work is done for you.

Sri Lankans know how lucky they are when they pick up the trash from the table. Play it safe, pick up the pot and move it to some containers around the house. The sink was cooling down on the other side of the room, but it was a start.

Next to the cake was another bar of soap. Gillan took a bar of soap from the container and set it aside, then grabbed a wet washcloth and turned to the door. He sat at the table and looked around the room. Not seeing any sign of Mr. Chubb, Gillan took the opportunity to go around to the table and grab a cookie.

A piece of wood fell into his hand and Galen touched it. He looked at the gentleman's round face. Bitter, red. "I thought I could take my magic from the kitchen, Ranger?"

"I…well, it…" Gillan said.

"I thought you wouldn't notice, did you?"

I… look, stop…

Think what he'll say when I tell him! Fortunately, I have a lot to do now. Just because you crash doesn't mean you're gone, right?

Yes, sir!

Mr. Chubb Gillan bit his fingernails. The door opened and Glenn saw that Glenn was no where to hide for this short trip. He looked at the bread pan and couldn't help but smile.

There are five cookies missing.

He met Gillan again and got rid of Mr. Glenn Glenn opened his mouth to speak, but Hal nodded and Abelard continued. Galen punched Blaze in the nose, then picked him up and went home with Holt. They brought the horse there and strengthened it.

"So," Galen said when I finally put down my coffee, "you want to distract me?"

He said no.

"It's funny, when Chubb met me, I could have sworn I left," Gillen said.

"We saw an opportunity and we took it," Holt said. "It's not something you need to worry about." So, grab a coffee and do your work over there. Finally, you did well.

Glenn smiled as Holt placed the bag on the table and held it out. Four unique and delicious cakes. "Two for each of us."

Glenn closed his eyes. "I could have sworn there were five bears."

He looked into her eyes. - I brought you four loaves of bread.

"Yeah," Glenn said quietly. He brought us four loaves of bread.'

"Right," said Holt.

Jaylan smiled after a moment.

He pointed to the muffins. - Eat, not hot.

[oneiro-nautical]

[blockchain-official]

Brock Purdy’s brother is named Chubba???

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

My tuxedo love bites me, but my chubba bubba is very skittish and dainty while also being fat so I feel blessed everytime she jumps into my lap

[radiatorofsound]

Listen/purchase: Chubba (Original Mix) by Patrick Müller & E.D.D.B

[described-petfinds]

[ID: Mr. Chubba Chubba, a senior brown and white cat. His age shows a good amount, with some saggy fur. He sits in a box and looks towards the camera. /End ID]

[bowtisbowt]

My chubba bubba. My chunky monkey. My fatty lumpkin. My beloved fat boy.