#ava cdg

[corndogguyofficial]

Hello,

(Takes out a gun)

2 corn dogs please.

Go on, i have insurance. You will be hated by the whole world also

[rocket-contact]

Hey i just wanna say thanks for your workers pixelating my corn dog stand, now i can sell em at double the price!

@corndogguyoffical

While i am very glad your business is doing well, i advice against selling said corndogs to civilians, if you'd like, we can come to an agreement where Rocket Corp. buys your stock of these.. pixelated corndogs so theyre not possibly a public health security hazard.

[corndogguyofficial]

Wjat the fuck

so you actually died?

I get it

its hard to believe that I, The Dark Lord of Chaos, the almighty force who struck fear in every stick figures heart for years, is down for good

but uh

I dont think theres another explanation for this

(dont mind the scenery change. Im a busy stick figure. I dont have time to answer every ask in the comfort of my white tumblr page)

[thevalleyoftriumph]

love this guy. the corndog ☝

absolutely HILARIOUS to me how they just dont gaf. not a single care in the world.

[also i got curious over the name of their actual color, since ive seen the name maroon thrown around, but that didnt seem too accurate to me... turns out, their color is sienna! so thats what ill be calling them, personally :3]

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

TDL x Corn Dog Guy is that anything

[itslilacokay]

you thought i forgot? haaahaha no.

happy avexchange! auugh apologies for being sososo late,,, i didnt think id be this busy for this week and the last hahaaaaa.... uh here's the second (heh. second) third prompts which waaaaaaas quote

"King and Corndog guy or one of the sticks from the minecraft booth having a night out in the city or the snow" and "Have fun with the only AvA ocs I have"

i dont usually draw king, and i never drew cdg's gijinka before, sooo heres those two out in the snow talking about economy along with melo and glitch (also mara too technically but.yknow !!)

would have finished the other one as well but alas, dealt with a lot of outings, and i usually use my pc, so i wasnt able to draw while out i DID manage to sketch the first prompt though, and i like how it turned out so. maybe in the future ill post it as seperately??? if thats okay, i dunno

@celestialaviva get blasted /silly (again im so so sorry for bein late agh)

[corndogguyofficial]

No problem kid! But also be careful about what you say about corn dogs...

Good news: they let me in the building! So, heres your corndogs. Don't worry about payment I'll just bill rocket corp

@corndogguyofficial

Oh my goodness, thank you, I don't even like corn dogs that much(they are still good) but its heavenly compared to what I've been eating here!!!

((out of character: this is the happiest yellows been for a while)

[possibilistfanfiction]

fuck dude i spent the past two days reading the entirety of girls against god and catching up on we lived happily during the war and i s2g it’s the most i’ve cried in YEARS what the fuck bea’s trans niece?? it all must mean so much to bea?? what the FUCK oh my god i am so emotional i have so many feeling ily tysm for your service 🥹 (also BIG fan of footy au. big big fan. you are incredible) THANK YOU

[bea's niece! love her! here u go]

//

you’re thrilled that your parents have decided to spend a few days away in ojai at some winery aunt bea recommended, because as much as you love them, unlimited and mostly unsupervised time with your aunts is pretty much the best thing in the world.

they’d planned to take you to a cool, nice dinner at this trendy place asaad had seen on tiktok, which honestly sounded fun. plus, it’s mexican food, which is basically your favorite other than your nani’s lamb biryani. and it had seemed exciting and fun but then you had looked through your entire suitcase and didn’t love any of the tops you packed, and you want to do your makeup but you’re not that good at it yet, and usually your mama helps you, and —

you sniffle and take a calming breath, wipe the tears from under your eyes. it’s okay, you tell yourself. you can ask for help. your aunts love you, and your big brother loves you, and sometimes, of course, he teases you but not about this. never about this. if you felt bad enough you didn’t want to go out, no one would be mad at you.

you take another big breath and then put on one of aunt bea’s old t-shirts she’d accidentally left in london last year and then had laughed and told you to keep it. you walk down the stairs to your aunts’ bedroom. asaad and aunt bea are tending to the herb garden outside, and you’re not surprised to see aunt ava seemingly emptying a quarter of their closet onto their big bed. you linger in the doorway, your heart caught a little in your throat, but then aunt ava looks up and stills, then offers you a smile that always feels warm, and calm, and you don’t ever wonder why aunt bea fell in love with them.

‘what’s up, kiddo?’

you take a second to compose yourself because you really don’t want to cry; you’ve spent enough time around the both of them that you know aunt ava understands how to be patient and let you arrive at what you need to say in your own time. ‘my mama usually helps with my makeup.’

‘ah,’ aunt ava says, already excited. ‘what’s the vibe your feeling? also, what are you wearing? i can’t decide.’ she gestures to the bed with her cane. ‘as you can see.’

it gets you to laugh, a knot in your chest loosening. ‘um, maybe i can borrow one of your crops? my camo cargo pants, i think, and my new cdg converse.’

‘ooh,’ ava says, ‘love. and yes, of course you can borrow anything you want. i’m still mad you’re big enough they fit you, but i’ll forgive you. growing up is better than the alternative.’

you frown at that but aunt ava doesn’t seem bothered, or sad or upset.

‘hmm. morbid. my bad.’

‘you good?’

‘i’m awesome.’ she smiles and gestures for you to actually come into the room. her hair falls in easy waves past her shoulders, longer than when you’d last seen her for eid, and it’s easy to hug her tightly, to settle into her gentle embrace, to smell the detergent that reminds you of aunt bea, and aunt ava’s subtle light perfume, and the lavender lotion you get to use every time you’re here. you know he understands, in a different way than aunt bea but in a way that matters too, that flows like water and makes you feel like you’re lifting your face to the sun, what it feels like to be bigger than what the world expects of you and your body.

your parents are the best; they’d gotten you hormone blockers immediately when you asked, and your mama and auntie had taken you shopping for pretty bras in the fanciest shops in london last month, and your dad practices your drag routines with you after football practice.

but still: people who feel it, people who know — your family, in the deepest way. you pray five times a day, in thanks, usually. blessings, you know, even now.

‘the vibe is, like, i don’t know. subtle but glitter?’

aunt ava squeezes you. ‘incredible. i’m obsessed already. maybe a glitter eyeliner?’

you relax: aunt ava loves you.

‘do you have your makeup here? i have, like, enough fun shit — uh, stuff — to cover us for any look you want, but obviously not foundation or concealer for you. but if you don’t have any, we can send your aunt and brother.’ she laughs. ‘asaad can be your skin tone match.’

'i have some makeup.' you let yourself take a deep breath, because aunt ava is happy; she wants to do makeup with you, and let you borrow clothes, and go out to a cool restaurant. it's not a duty, or because you're family — when your aunts get to help you be yourself, it makes them happy. 'but it's mostly boring.'

'the basics are very important, though.' she smiles. 'well, go grab any of yours that you want to use, then come meet me back down here. you can look through mine and use any you want. and i'm the prettiest person i know, so i can help.'

'number one?'

'way too like beatrice,' she says, 'mean. for no reason! but i'll humor you.' ava bites their bottom lip in contemplation. 'well, i met janelle monae last year. and shangela comes into my bar often.'

'you live a wild life,' you say, and aunt ava laughs. 'so, third?'

'yeah,' she confirms. 'well, fourth, maybe.'

'who's third on the list, then?'

'you, of course.'

it makes you blush, but you turn quickly so aunt ava can't really see. you know she knows, but, like, it's fine. whatever. maybe she's the prettiest person you've ever seen and she's kind and funny and smart and owns her own bar, but she's also your aunt, who you've watched throw up in a bush after she drank too much champagne at brunch one time, and she always falls asleep on aunt bea's shoulder when you go to a movie. there's no reason to be embarrassed, and there's also no reason, you remind yourself, to not want to feel pretty.

you get your setting spray and foundation and concealer and their respective brushes, and then aunt ava shows you through a lot of makeup. you don't think you'll ever want to own this much makeup in your entire life, and it's kind of funny because aunt ava doesn't really wear much most days, but she just — she loves it. she loves sharing with you, and explaining why she got stuff that doesn't really make sense, and eventually you pick out a gold eyeliner to use. aunt ava makes sure not to cover your freckles completely when she helps with your foundation, and then, when you try to do the eyeliner yourself and mess it up, she hands you a makeup wipe without any judgement or impatience.

you finish with some mascara, and you sit and talk and listen to music in the background while aunt ava does her own makeup. she lets you pick out any crop you want, and she decides, after a fair amount of deliberation, on a sundress that you know is aunt bea's favorite on her. gay, you think, and then say aloud because you're sure aunt ava will appreciate it. and she does: she laughs, and aunt bea kisses her after she knocks on the doorframe and then smiles softly when she sees the two of you.

'you both look amazing,' she says. 'asaad has already freshened up, so i just need to change, and then we can go. i'm confident it we leave in ten minutes, we'll make our reservation time.'

'what if we left in twelve minutes?' aunt ava asks.

aunt bea just ignores her and walks to their closet and lightly closes the door, which seems to delight aunt ava. she snorts.

'love her.'

'you guys are weird.'

'just wait until you have a partner or partners. if you're doing it right, which i'm sure you eventually will, because you're the best, it's all just the best kind of weird.'

they're right, you know. you get to be surrounded by all kinds of love and you've always gotten to see it every day. but still, when aunt bea walks out in tailored slacks and loafers and a loose linen button up with intricate stitching, a little mascara on her face, her hair with a few strands of silver in it now, less than your dad's but mostly the same — you can breathe in another way. you have the careful way your mama helps you wash your hair every week when you told her you wanted to grow it out, and how she always takes you with her to get your threading done together; you have your dad's genuine joy whenever he takes you to women's football matches, and the way he cries at shows with queer storylines that end happily; you have your brother and the way he always, always, makes sure his group of friends never misgenders you — ever since you came out, none of them have treated you any differently at all; you have aunt ava, whose identities are as big and open and exuberant as she is.

and you have your aunt beatrice, you smiles sincerely and, of course, notices your eyeliner. she taught you how to shave your legs when you were too nervous to ask your mama, for whatever reason that seemed confusing at the time in your head. she plays tennis with you and she's never mean but she also never lets you win; if you ever beat her one day, it will be on your own merit. you're pretty sure she could literally kill someone twice her size with one hand, but she has never been anything but gentle toward you, your entire life.

she tucks a pair of sunglasses in the V of her shirt and puts on one of her fancy watches with a thick band. she smiles at you. 'ready to go?'

'mhm. i'm hungry.'

she kisses aunt ava's temple and then puts a gentle hand to the small of your back, ushers you out of their room and to the foyer where asaad is waiting on the couch. it's still warm and sunny and gorgeous. aunt bea makes sure the front door is locked and then takes one last look in the mirror. this smile is all for herself, one you've had so many times, one that, on her, lights you up from the inside. she fluffs her hair and then nods, and you get it, unspoken: she must like who she sees looking back at her.

when she sits on your bed later that night, after you've all eaten more than your fair share and aunt ava had done a lot of moaning over some shishito peppers, after she'd driven everyone home and you had all changed into pajamas and watched half of a movie while she and aunt ava had a glass of wine — you curl into her hip and put your head on her lap.

you want to thank her — for being who she is, for being part of your family, for loving you — and everyone she cares for — in this quiet, stoic, unrelentingly gentle way. but you're sleepy, and you don't want to cry. she runs a gentle hand up and down your spine.

'did you have a good day?'

'yeah, aunt bea.' you think of the beach and aunt ava's laugh and your brother's gentle insistence that he hold every door open for the three of you; how good the food was and how you'd seen bella ramsey at a table and asaad had blushed so hard you had laughed. you think of the quiet way aunt bea had gotten aunt ava her medications in the morning at breakfast, a kiss to the top of her head. a long, long life together. a home, with you included, in any way you want. 'i had the best day.'

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[alexandervxx]

AV | IG:@avanope

[janakey07]

Shoutout to this user for photoshopping / drawing corndog guy into various scenes.

[corndogguyofficial]

Can I get a corndog, hold the stick, hold the condiments, with 12 coincidentally harmonica-esque holes through the center?

- @greenzilla4

No but I can get you a normal one and you can do that nonsense yourself relishboy :)

[maxmaggr]

Η όπερα του ζητιάνου στο Μέγαρο Μουσικής Αθηνών

To κορυφαίο μπαρόκ σύνολο και ο ιδιοφυής εμπνευστής και μαέσ��ρος του επιστρέφουν στο Μέγαρο με την "Όπερα του ζητιάνου", μια διεθνή παραγωγή με δεκαέξι ηθοποιούς-τραγουδιστές που υπογράφει ο σύγχρονος μάγος της οπερατικής σκηνής. Το έργο γράφτηκε πριν από 300 χρόνια, θεωρείται η πρώτη μουσική κωμωδία της ιστορίας. Η όπερα του ζητιάνου στο Μέγαρο Μουσικής Αθηνών Η όπερα του ζητιάνου στο Μέγαρο Μουσικής Αθηνών Η όπερα του ζητιάνου στο Μέγαρο Μουσικής Αθηνών Η αιχμηρή κωμική όπερα-μπαλάντα του Γερμανού συνθέτη Johann-Christoph Pepusch και του Άγγλου θεατρικού συγγραφέα και ποιητή John Gay, παρουσιάζεται σε τρεις πράξεις, εμπλουτισμένη με χορογραφίες, μετά την πρώτη της επιτυχημένη παρουσίαση τον προηγούμενο Απρίλιο στο Théâtre des Bouffes du Nord στο Παρίσι. Στην Ελλάδα παρουσιάζεται στην Αίθουσα Αλεξάνδρα Τριάντη την Πέμπτη 1 και την Παρασκευή 2 Νοεμβρίου στις 8:00 το βράδυ, στα αγγλικά με ελληνικούς υπότιτλους. Έργο-ορόσημο στην ιστορία του παγκόσμιου μουσικού θεάτρου, σημείωσε τεράστια επιτυχία όταν πρωτοπαρουσιάστηκε το 1728. Τον 18ο αιώνα επαναλαμβανόταν συνεχώς στο Λονδίνο, αναβιώνοντας παράλληλα σε πολλές χώρες. Η επιστροφή της στη βρετανική μουσικοθεατρική σκηνή στα 1920 ήταν μάλιστα τόσο θριαμβευτική, που ενέπνευσε κορυφαίους συγγραφείς και συνθέτες εκείνης της εποχής, όπως τους Μπέρτολτ Μπρεχτ και Κουρτ Βάιλ, να βασιστούν στο εν λόγο έργο και να γράψουν το 1928 την “Όπερα της πεντάρας”. Σύμφωνα με την παραγωγή του έργου, “η όπερα του ζητιάνου” είναι μάλλον ένα θεατρικό παρά ένα λυρικό έργο, στο οποίο συναντά κανείς περίπου 60 μπαλάντες και μελωδίες, τα “χιτ” εκείνης της εποχής. Ερμηνεύει από ένα σύγχρονο πρίσμα την απληστία του καπιταλισμού και την κοινωνική αδικία έτσι όπως προβάλλονται μέσα από μια ιστορία που μπορεί να συγκριθεί με τους “Άθλιους” του Ουγκώ, αυτή η παραγωγή δίνει στο κοινό την ευκαιρία να ανακαλύψει εκ νέου το σατιρικό κείμενο του Γκέυ, αλλά και τις αυτοσχεδιαστικές ικανότητες των μουσικών του Συνόλου Les Arts Florissants που, σε κάθε παράσταση, αντιμετωπίζουν την παρτιτούρα με τελείως τζαζ διάθεση. “Τα λιοντάρια, οι λύκοι και τα όρνια δεν συμβιώνουν σε αγέλες, κοπάδια ή σμήνη. Από όλα τα αρπακτικά, ο άνθρωπος είναι το μόνο κοινωνικό ζώο. Όλοι κατασπαράζουμε τον διπλανό μας, κι όμως ζούμε στην ίδια αγέλη” Ο σκηνοθέτης Robert Carsen μιλώντας για το έργο σχολίασε πως “εξερευνά έναν κυνικό κόσμο, όπου βασιλεύουν η απληστία του καπιταλισμού, το έγκλημα και η κοινωνική ανισότητα. Όλοι οι πολιτικοί και όλοι οι αξιωματούχοι είναι εξ ορισμού διεφθαρμένοι και το μόνο που μπορεί να κάνει κανείς, εάν θέλει να πάει μπροστά, είναι να πάρει το μέρος τους. Σχεδόν τίποτα δεν έχει αλλάξει από την εποχή που πρωτοπαρουσιάτηκε το έργο, και τα θέματα της “Όπερας του ζητιάνου” συνεχίζουν να απασχολούν με εμμονικό τρόπο τη σύγχρονη τηλεόραση και τον κινηματογράφο. Σε αυτή την παραγωγή ελπίζουμε ότι θα καταφέρουμε να συνδυάσουμε την υπερβατική διάθεση με την αστείρευτη ενέργεια του πρωτότυπου”. Σκηνοθεσία: Robert Carsen Μουσική σύλληψη: William Christie Σκηνογραφία: James Brandily Κοστούμια: Petra Reinhardt Χορογραφία: Rebecca Howell Φωτισμοί: Robert Carsen και Peter van Praet Δραματουργία: Ian Burton Συνεργάτης-σκηνοθέτης: Christophe Gayral Βοηθός σκηνοθέτη: Stéphane Ghislain Roussel Μακιγιάζ-περούκες: Marie Bureau du Colombier Σχεδιασμός ήχου: Léonard Françon Υπεύθυνος διανομής: David Grindrod CDG Υπέρτιτλοι: Richard Neel Δόκιμη βοηθός ενδυματολόγου:Jana Höreth Δόκιμη βοηθός σκηνογράφου:Ava Rastegar Διανομή Robert Burt: Κύριος Πήτσαμ Beverley Klein: Κυρία Πήτσαμ / Νταϊάνα Τρέιπς Kate Batter: Πόλυ Πήτσαμ Benjamin Purkiss: Μακχήθ Kraig Thornber Λόκιτ Olivia Brereton: Λούσυ Λόκιτ Lyndsey Gardiner: Τζέννυ Ντάιβερ Sean Lopeman: Φιλτς / Μανουέλ Gavin Wilkinson: Ματ Taite-Elliot Drew: Τζακ / Δεσμοφύλακας Wayne Fitzsimmons: Ρόμπιν Dominic Owen: Χάρρυ Natasha Leaver: Μόλλυ Emily Dunn: Μπέττυ Louise Dalton: Σούκυ Jocelyn Prah: Ντόλλυ   Ημερομη��ία: Πέμπτη 1, Παρασκευή 2 Νοεμβρίου 2018 Ώρα έναρξης:20:00 Διάρκεια:1 ώρα και 50 λεπτά (χωρίς διάλειμμα) Tιμές εισιτηρίων:11 € (φοιτητές, νέοι έως 25 ετών, άνεργοι, ΑΜΕΑ, 65+, πολύτεκνοι) 16 €, 26 €, 34 €,42 €, 52 €, 60 € (Διακεκριμένη Ζώνη)   Eισιτήρια: 210 72 82 333, megaron.gr και σε όλα τα καταστήματα Public Βασ. Σοφίας & Κόκκαλη Τηλέφωνο: 210 72.82.333   Read the full article

[corndogguyofficial]

hiiiiii i was going to ask if you sell corndogs into shapes like with cat ears !!! ≽^•⩊•^≼

but i found this monstrosity when trying to find a reference photo so now im forcing you to see it (˘ŏ⩊ŏ)

anyways my question still stands do you sell corndogs into animal shapes ? (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

— @kittycatred

Thats not a corndog thats a corncat. It would be difficult to make but i could try.... at a price..

[corndogguyofficial]

But the people love em! I cant deny people what they want.

plus it makes me lots of cash

Hey i just wanna say thanks for your workers pixelating my corn dog stand, now i can sell em at double the price!

@corndogguyoffical

While i am very glad your business is doing well, i advice against selling said corndogs to civilians, if you'd like, we can come to an agreement where Rocket Corp. buys your stock of these.. pixelated corndogs so theyre not possibly a public health security hazard.

[corndogguyofficial]

hi can i get uhhhhhhh a corn dog with chocolate sauce and some pepples - @stick-figure-purple

Only if you give me 100 dollars. That seems like a fair price to commit FOOD ATROCITIES!!!!