#hotdoggies

[koromida]

Hot doggie paddler

[bluerosefox]

Her Astrophel and Sterling

hmmm

Hmmmmmmmm

You know what.

You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.

Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.

DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!

YES.

Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.

"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."

"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"

Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.

and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."

[misforgotten2]

The Skinless Frankfurters Is concidered by many as the best German horror movie ever, though I prefer The Skinless Frankfurters 3: Doing it Hotdoggie Style!

Parents Magazine - April 1944

[polyphonetic]

Bondage, Domination, Submission, and MILLS baby let's go New York Mills let's get a home run have a dog will yah a new york hotdoggy doggy dog we're having baseball dinner tonight baby I'm walkin here love da Mills

[bitchinbarzal]

can we get some uncle + baby content (like stevie, ozzy, frankie with uncle nico? or baby ivy with uncle beau)??? gotta give mom and day some breaks once in a while

gonna do ivy & beau but feel free to request the hughes’ and nico 🫶🏼🤍

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“Beau i’m here!” Ivy announces and she pushed his front door open and charges in followed by Mat.

“Hey Sunshine!” He crouches down and picks her up.

“Where Emma?” She asks, looking around

“Nice to see you too kid” he acts offended

Ivy rolls her eyes dramatically “I like Emma more”

Tito looks at Mat “Is this kid for real?”

Mathew only laughs and shrugs “She’s honest”

“Well little miss” he starts tickling her “Emma is away visiting her family so it’s just me and you… that good?”

She pretends to consider “I guess it will do”

Mat leaves shortly after leaving Ivy to traumatise her uncle.

The two of them end up walking around Central Park, hand in hand while Beau continues to try get Ivy speaking French.

“What’s one?” “Un”

“How do You say three?” “Twat!”

Beau’s eyes go wide “No, no don’t say that! Don’t say that infront of your mom actually she’ll kill me”

Ivy, totally not understanding why just shrugs and walks on.

She arrives at the hot dog vendor they always stop at on their walk together.

“Hello Miss Ivy” the vendor, Luis smiles

“Hi Luis! Hotdoggy please” She smiles sweetly at the man who happily obliged and gave her the hot dog as usual.

She then turns to Beau, ketchup smeared on her face “Uncle Beau pay the monies!”

He does, handing over the money and taking his own food “you know ives you’re the only person who I cheat my diet for!”

You smiles innocently “I love you and hotdogs”

He narrows his eyes “you’re a sweet talker like your mom you know?”

“My mama always gets daddy to do what she wants”

Tito laughs “Yeah he says that”

Once they make it back home and ivy has tired herself out Beau is taking ivy to bed in her room he has for her in his house.

She’s sleepy, cuddling into her blankets.

“Get some sleep Sunshine”

“Night night beau” she smiles sleepily “I like hanging out with you”

“Yeah me too angel, me too”

[insectsinsects]

my laptop of 5 years👍 stickers and their origins in chronological order.

aug 22 pack of amongus stickers i got i chelsea

sept 22 jacked pingu from my penpal sam

nov 22 d4dj sticker from bushiroad's booth at animeNYC😭

nov 22 artist alley!!! tia by artist ririmon

nov 22 artist alley pt2, hu tao (no watermark ☹️) taken off my phone after i dropped it into the toilet in april ☠️

feb 23 NYU society of physics, angelic cat, 3D frog toy: all gifts from oomfy verena

march 23 the new school mascot Gnarls (they/them) sticker!

apr 23 yokkoyama hat shop goodies

may 23 cracker jack prizes, courtesy verena too

may 23 waste setout notification attached to the amNY crossword we brought to coney island!

may 23 'you're the best!' sticker by oomf's gradschool classmate hana!

jun 23 orange mascot puppy, artist selling her stuff irl on 9th street (i wish i wrote down her name!!!! gah)

sep 23 birthday gift from oomf <33 my son hangyodon

oct 23 holographic hotdoggie, from my visit to okc👍

[goatlingsvent]

🎀u want the hole context here it is

summer bps were in sneak peeks

two dogs, cactus doggy and hotdoggy

foe said that completely uncensored saved for the word dog when we had someone who was triggered by strangulation. the word dog got censored before strangle

downplaying y we r uncomfy n disturbed by it as 'annoying' is unfair, its a creep

🛡️

[sloth-powerart]

HotDoggy

[thesimsfamilytree]

up next on pinewood: crying into my hotdoggy

[sadly-im-vhena]

This is a reminder to everyone who is far too hard on themselves, like I am.

You have to make bad art to get to the good stuff.

You have to write awkward, cringeworthy scenarios that you think are brilliant, you’re going to realize you have no memory of any vocabulary words passed the bare minimum of what you use on a day to day basis; you’re going to use he/she/they ‘said, gasped, sighed’ more than you ever have in your life, you’re going to be overwhelmed by what may or may not sound natural, you’re going to use big words that are way out of place in your story randomly because adjectives and adverbs are confusing and you want to create art, not just another story! You have to write terrible stories with grammar issues and weird time skips and needless narration and descriptions before you can write stories that flow from your finger tips with ease— the kind of stories that make people think you were born for this.

You have to draw horribly misshapen heads, give everything a weird and shiny, metallic looking texture because you don’t really get how to shade things— your backgrounds will be strange, flat colors because you’ve never drawn a forest in your life and you know nothing about color theory, your hands are going to look like terrifying claws or ugly hotdoggy nubs. You’re not going to understand how perspective works, or how bodies change when you spin them around and look at them from all angles. Your faces are going to be inconsistent, you’re going to have strangers anatomy before you can draw characters with meaning— characters with haunting expressions, characters with purposefully fluid or rigid gestures, gems that sparkle and armor that shines— linens that the viewer can almost feel.

Your sculpts are going to burst in the kiln, or burn, or become horribly misshapen or cure the wrong color before you can craft works like the clay was made for you and you alone, bending to your every whim and desire, till you can produce exactly what you want every time like your fingers never spent a minute away from your medium.

Your music is going to sound messy- your wildly supportive friends and family might even cringe when you talk about your new band or your sound cloud, you’ll play the guitar and snap a string or two while learning how to tune it, you’re voice will crack while you practice singing— your raps will be off rhythm and clunky, your violin or clarinet will sound more like a shrieking monster than a musical instrument, but if you persist you’ll have the ability to create music effortlessly, as if the melody reverberates in your very bones.

You’re going to be so bad at the things you’re interested in, the things you’re passionate about, before you get to be really, really good. Failure is part of the process, it’s something you’ll have your whole life, but failure isn’t bad. Make mistakes, absolutely suck at your hobbies, because you’ll start learning quickly about why you’re failing, you’ll learn how to improve! You’ll find techniques and styles and flows that just click for you, and you’ll eventually be able to make the art you want to see in the world.

This works for other areas too! Any time you want to be good at something, to learn something new, be gentle with yourself. Be prepared to suck before you can be incredible.

You have to earn your skills through time, effort, and countless failures.

You can do this!

Idk if this post was nonsensical, I’m feeling weirdly positive and it’s so late and I’m sleepy shhh. Be nice.

[prodogwalker1]

Henry & Lucy thoroughly enjoyed their day at the Splash Park yesterday! Going to be another scorcher today...stay cool! Photo Credit: Dianne #hotdoggies #splashpark https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz-0VgQnxSR/?igshid=gq6fvtr835wc

[theadaptiveconscious-blog]

All smiles here! #hotdoggies #idahosummers Loving my @3chillinchihuahuas #3chillinchihuahuas #tot (at Trinity Hot Springs in Paradise)

[eldritchcorvus]

I feel the raw energy of people taking this as nsfw and I'm going to put this wikipedia article here plus an definition from google

[half-dead-half-wit]

The Phantom Phan Club’s current running theory is that Phantom is actually just a sentient ecto-contaminated hotdog that mutated and escaped the fentons’ fridge

(he wears a halloween costume because he’s insecure about his hotdogginess)

[regalvoid]

Yummy yummy yummy~ caramelized onions and mushrooms with seared hotdoggies all in fried rice. A one pot, one skillet meal and oh boy is it good 😋

[abbeyroadie]

I wonder where ant is and whose hotdog doggies those are?

Ant was in the Hamptons with Ben, and the hotdoggies are either Ben’s puppers or they belong to a friend or family member of Ben’s.