#burto

[kotoyin]

[ TXT from @mnstcrbnll SIRIO ]

GREETINGS STARDUST, AND WELCOME TO SECRETS FROM THE STARS! I hope you're ready to do your best and find out who your secret belongs to. Remember to follow the rules, and be ready to gain as many points as possible! The rules are well explained on the blog ☆

YOUR SECRET IS:

- I have had done something naughty in the break room or my place of work

GOOD LUCK! SIRIO GALASSIA ☆

Face puckering as she reads the text, she starts to voice her thoughts out loud to nobody in particular. "Wow. Too much information. But also too vague!! But, you gotta admire anyone who has the balls to confess something like that on reality TV!"

Let's think logically. It wouldn't be any of the kids—Ree, Willow & Anzu are off the cards.

She's pretty sure that Riley dude doesn't have a job so that means no place to get naughty in. Strelitzia, Grusha, Volkner and Moylayne all have gyms that could have break rooms in but they all seem too private or reserved to talk about their sex lives so openly.

Same with Rika, her twitter is so dead. Way too corporate. She probably wouldn't want the attention confessing this would bring.

Then Sada… well she is kinda wild, sure, and she's married to another professor. Maybe they'd have done something freaky in the lab but what kinda self respecting pokémon professor announces parts of their sex life to the public like this? Don't they all work with kids?

The last five, she's not so sure about.

The woman called Mable is a scientist, or something? So not as high profile as the league members, so she might feel a little more able to talk about her sexual encounters. But something tells her she's not the type, she can't imagine that secret coming out of Mable's mouth.

A freak like Proton would totally gloat about something like this on TV, would probably be cackling like a frickin' gastly when he heard Sirio give her his secret.

That Francis seems like a real weirdo too, like, yeah, she's pretty high energy herself but that girl is too much. Definitely seems like the type to overshare. Burto too, that's a mans-man if ever she saw one. He's probably bragging about all the sex he's having on a daily basis.

But she doesn't feel certain about any of them. Treating public sex like it's something that makes a scandalous confession…

There's a horrible, queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. There's one player that definitely has a workplace to have been naughty in. Someone who Silver has told her can be a little impulsive. Someone who was scandalized when Sirio and Etna poked fun at his secret.

"Oh my god. This is so—is it Mr. Looker?!"

[retropinkminstrel]

The late great Mr. Richard Burton - the annual seasonal offering of Armageddon…..🌝- surely not……..,👺

FALLBACK - EARTJLINGS!! 😎😁🥹🤓😞

https://youtu.be/C9DISbQKTTM?si=XEDcT92M1CfxloCm

[jadipose]

I think you'd look good in vertical stripes.

LMAO+ idk ho+w vertical they'd be o+n me!!! so+unds pretty wavy

[hunstor]

Do you all dare me to draw bill crying In the drive thru of the Burto Paradox Interdi-Mexican Restaurant 🧐

[sailormanrahh]

Burto

:)

[jellyfalinks]

Some headcanons

> A group of Waddle Dees is called a Fluffle and/or a Snuggle

> Celestials/Asterals are what kirbies and dark matter are collectively called. (May post a bunch of headcanons based on their biology)

> A lot of species get covered in pollen mainly ones like Waddle Dees, Celestials, Burto Burts.

> Kirby takes lessons on baking and tries to bake every holiday

> Prince Fluff and Bandee often scrapbook together

[mirconreadzztuff22]

Bestie, I am a (simp)le person.

Do u have refs for K.3.L.L.Y, Finn, and Burto?(I'm so sorry I'm spelling his name wrong T_T)

Listen I'm normal about ocs

GFREHWJKL I get you

(FINN ISN'T MINE he's from the show! but I do have refs hehe)

For Berto and K.3.L.L.Y

(he has a similar build as Finn!)

and I'm pretty sure I posted K.3.L.L.Y! :D (here)!

(I love my friends dude)

[rwuffles]

hello user rwuffles have you considered

burto.

[goldengalaxy-gg-official]

Like Flowers - BATMM One-Shot

People are like flowers. They were planted and they grow. Insects would flock to them, influencing their growth in so many ways: pollinating them, sucking their nectar out, eating away their leaves, and taking away their sugar as they grow older. It’s hard staying alive knowing there are so many insects like that, but Grammy Rosetta’s plants, they’re lucky for she is there to drive away the insects that wish to take advantage of them. She wished someone had done the same for her. 

“Hello my dear, Rosaline,” Grammy whispered, getting the watering can nearby and showering the bush of roses with a healthy amount of water. “What a lovely day, is it not?” 

Grammy reached out to check a flower from the bush, but she quickly retreated back with a hiss. She looked at her tire and there was a small drop of blood emerging from the grey color. She sighed and turned to the garden bush. “I see you are not in the mood to talk today, Rosaline. Another time.”

People are like flowers. Some are like roses. Their beauty is magnificent and they stand out in many events like birthdays, valentines day, anniversaries, and so much more. But as they are popular, they can also hurt. The thorns on them could scratch and make one bleed, but that was only to protect the beauty that is above them. To protect themselves from the crawling predators below that wish to take advantage of their beauty. Grammy understands that, and even though she gets hurt, she doesn’t cut the thorns. They are a part of the flower and like it, they are beautiful.

Another time, Grammy went to water the sunflowers. But she stopped when she saw a beautiful stalk outstretching towards the sun while a bee buzzed around the center. She smiled and walked away, planning to return after she watered the other plants. 

People are like flowers. Some are like sunflowers. They reach for the sky whenever shines on them, grabbing the chance that the world has given for nutrients. And when they do that, they bloom like no other, attracting fellow friends that might help them in the long run. Friends like the bees who give as much as they take. Grammy wishes she could meet more people like that, sunflowers who bloom so beautifully when given a chance. 

She checked the calendar one morning and she hummed. She made a small smile, getting up to go fetch a fresh batch of flowers from her garden to make them into something beautiful. A basket and ribbons are what she took next and to crafting she goes, snipping the stems and leaves where they needed to be snipped and twisting what needed to be twisted, picking out the petals that needed to be picked.

People are like flowers. They were planted into the soil, into the Earth, to grow into beautiful masterpieces made to be adored, despised, loved, hates, nourished, and trampled. They grow, they bloom, and then… They wilt. 

Grammy goes into the cemetery with a basket full of flowers, a soft smile on her face as she turned an aisle around the corner to a gravestone made of common sandstone and limestone. On it engraved, “Guiseppe Vero, Marzo 23 1938 - Giugno 17 1999.” Grammy set the basket down and leaned to caress the words below his name. “I was born a child. I shall die one as well.”

“Oh, Guiseppe….” Grammy Rosetta got the flowers of primrose and slowly sprinkled them around the grave. It was a tradition she does ever since the first year her husband left her. Primrose. It meant youth, grace, and youthful love. Everything her husband was. Even when he was old and worn and his body began to fail him, he smiled like a little boy, smiling like the man Grammy always knew. Guiseppe knew what he was and stayed like that, never did he falter. His soul always stays young. “I miss you,” Grammy said, kneeling in front of the grave and smiling at the grave.

It was a beautiful day here in Burto. The sky was clear and the sun softly shining for the flowers to bloom around and the wind was magnificently gentle. 

People are like flowers. The were planted, then they grow. They bloom and then they wilt. But that doesn’t mean that the world has to darken. A beauty was found, and then it was lost. That is how life works. The important part of it all is how we nourished the plant and let it enjoy the beautiful rays and never let it be deprived of water. We took care of it as much as we could and cherished it as much as possible until it can finally rest, burrowed deep under the soil again. 

People are like flowers. And Grammy will make sure she cherishes the flowers she has now.

[justsomeoneunordinary]

hm. that new sarada time skip art for burto sure makes me appreciate kishi's respectful approach in drawing girls and women even more. he might've been terrible at writing them but at least he always drew them well

[1billiongecs]

cant fucking believe mg burto follows me on soundcloud

[smashgamer2007]

Los Posibles nominados a los Burto Awards 2022

[joshgeekfriky]

ESTA ECHO CON MUCHO AMOR, ME DESVELE DE LAS 12:30 DE LA NOCHE HASTA LA 1:15 DE LA MADRUGADA, PARA PODER TERMINAR ESTO Y SOLO QUIERO DECIRTE K TE AGRADEZCO A TI Y A TODOS LOS BURTOS POR TODO EL AMOR K EH RECIBIDO ESTE AÑO Y K SIGAMOS CRECIENDO EN ESTA COMUNIDAD.

DE: @joshgeekfriky

PARA: @hisamhereh

[eternalatmn]

cik atkailināti\

atzīmējot savus ik mēneša ciešanu svētkus uzdāvināju sev saltiņu un nolēmu doties pastaigā. pāri vienam tiltam, tad atpakaļ pa citu. pēc pirmajām piecpadsmit minūtēm ļoti gribējās iet mājās. ķermenis sāp un drusku viss besī, bet neies jau atpakaļ. turpinās ceļu augsti paceltā degungala virzienā. jāaplūko arī krastmalas svecītes tomēr. bija smuki. austiņās sāk skanēt dido un viņas skumjā balss izgaudo visas manas asaras un asinis. vispār cilvēki joprojām iet pa trotuāru un smēķē cīgas, kurš gadsimts?? pa ilgiem laikiem nākas šķērsot vienu no rīgas nāves pārejām, kuru vienmēr uzmanīgi vēroju, šokējoties par citiem šoferiem, esot autovadītāja krēslā. jāsaka, nebija diez ko jauki, bet esmu dzīva, kas laikam ir pietiekami augsta latiņa. pagājusi pusstunda pastaigā un man nu jau ļoti augstā pakāpē gribejās apgulties mājās zem segas un ciest. kāpēc nemāku sevi pažēlot? kāpēc pirmajā ciešanu dienā man jāizdomā iet lietū un tumsā staigāt? pat orgasms, kā medicīnas grāmatās raksta, neatviegloja sāpes. manu dzemdi šobrīd dur desmit noasināti naži, bet man jāiet gaismiņas skatīties. wtf, sieviete? vispār neesmu rakstījusi par mēnešreizēm. ikdiena parastā. bet kaut kā brūkošās pasaules kontekstā, kas cenšas sievietes pataisīt par nākamo vadoņu ražojošiem vergiem, gribas par tām runāt vairāk. dzīvot šodienā ar katru mirkli šķiet ar vien nožēlojamāk. satraucos arī par to, ka likteņa līdumniekus drīz varēs piedzīvot realitātē, ne vien pie ekrāna. tik bezjēdzīgi viss. turpinu iet un esmu milimetra attālumā no domas iekāpt tramvajā un braukt mājās. atceros, ka pagājušajā gadā reiz izgāju pastaigā un uz krastenes likās, ka tūliņ nokritīšu un tur arī palikšu. iekāpu pie sky city bee un atbraucu mājās. nebija spēka pastaigai, jo izrādās, ka kafija un saltiņš nav ēdienreize. priecājos, ka tiem laikiem esmu tikusi pāri, tagad šķiet baudu veselīgākas attiecības ar sevi. pat ja brīžiem tā nešķiet, cenšos tam nākotnes es, kas ceļas no jauna katru rītu. tuvojos vanšu tiltam un galvā pārcilāju visus argumentus iet vai neiet pāri. pirms pāris gadiem bieži tur gāju. man nebija auto, tētis veda mani uz darbu un vienmēr aizveda pārāk agri. tā es katru rītu teicu, lai laiž mani ārā pie teātra un gāju tiltam pāri ar kājām. tagad nolēmu, ka tomēr jāiet, vējš nav tik liels un priekšā ņirb vismaz viens cilvēks, kurš ir uzdrīkstējies iet pāri. tad ar cerībām, ka šovakar nebūs jāatopas grimstot daugavas dibenā. turpinājumā ķīpsalas tunelis, kur drukātos burtos kliedz uzraksts “kur tu dodies?” es jau tepat, metu apļus tumšās ielās. vēl kāds brīdis un mājas. sapņoju par tēju. ā, vispār beidzot tā ar apņēmību pieķēros “a little life” grāmatai, tā mani arī gaida. austiņās sāk skanēt “pastaigājos, ne ar vienu nerunājos” un es domāju, kā beidzot atkal esmu sākusi vairāk runāties ar sevi. vasarā visādi notikumi, piedzīvojumi un šis blogs bija kļuvis gadrīz aizmirsts. rudens nāk ar pārdomu brīdi un viss šķiet pavisam labi. atkal ir ko teikt un gribas mērot ceļus pastaigās. jauki!

[thecapeeshniche]

Burto’s bros are back!!

[thethirstyspittoon]

⏳𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐍⏳: Tuesday – January 23, 2017 – Helena Bonham Carter