#spike the bulldog

[verilydigital]

And now some

🐾Spike🦴

(From Tom and Jerry)

appreciation!

From Tom and Jerry Tales

Ep. 29 — “Beach Bully Bingo”

[witchpuppies]

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[skullislandproductions]

Happy Birthday, Tyke! The little pup Tyke, of Spike & Tyke fame debuted in the “Tom & Jerry” cartoon “Love That Pup,” released on October 1st, 1949.

[termiteterraceclub]

Termite Terrace Club - October 18th

1952 - Tree for Two - Dir. Friz Freleng

TV 1993 - Animaniacs Season 1: "Yakko's World of Baldness" / "Opportunity Knox" / "Wings Take Heart".

2002 - Baby Looney Tunes Season 1: "Who Said That?" / "Let Them Make Cake".

2003 - Duck Dodgers Season 1: "The Green Loontern".

[milkdongcomics]

May Gene Deitch rest in peace. HEY HUMAN, GUESS WHAT THIS IS!? ANIMAN - COMEDIAN ANIMAN Instagram:  milkdongcomics Facebook:  Milk DoNg Comics

[hockeydogwoof]

Puppy loves his helmet!

[penguinofspades]

Here's how I'd play with the Sylvester vs Tweety formula:

Sylvester stays the same for the most part, he's already pretty good. He's still trying to eat Tweety and failing miserably.

Tweety would be taken straight out of his early Bob Clampett cartoons. Pink feathers, extreme sadism and everything. Think like A Tale of Two Kitties, Birdy and the Beast and A Gruesome Twosome. In addition to tormenting Sylvester, he'd always be trying to kill Hector, which always ends up failing ala Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner.

Hector would be Tweety's own personal bodyguard as usual. The canary's constantly trying to kill him but he doesn't realize that and continues to go after Sylvester whenever he tries to eat him. You could also fuse Hector with Spike/Alfie from the Spike/Alfie and Chester cartoons.

Granny is the equalizer of the group, making sure that none of the pets succeeds in killing another pet.

In other words: Hector torments Sylvester who torments Tweety who torments both of them. Granny makes sure none of them kill each other.

[existentialcrisistime]

life update: going to a special kink and fetish themed edition of the local queer club night tomorrow (my birthday is tuesday), and I'm last-minute desperately trying to figure out what to wear for it

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

Tom and Spike seem to get intimate when Jerry and the others aren't around.

[sleepy-stories]

[reallyoptimisticeagle]

Spike and Tom from Tom & Jerry

Spike & Tom are the dog & cat are in Hanna-Barbera and Warner Bros. Animated Cartoons: Tom & Jerry on Boomerang from Cartoon Network and streamed on Max in HD TV.

Spike's big large muscular anthropomorphic English Bulldog's brownish-gray fur, light brownish-gray muzzle and underbelly, black nose, red collar with gold spikes, blue eyes, big ears, and short tail.

Tom's big anthropomorphic domestic short-haired tuxedo British cat's bluish-gray fur, light bluish-gray belly, big pointy ears, black bushy eyebrows, green & yellow eyes, white muzzle, black nose, white paws, white feet, and long tail to the end of white tail tip.

[witchpuppies]

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[skullislandproductions]

A watercolor painting I did as a rough color comp for the DVD cover of “Tom and Jerry's Greatest Chases Vol. 2” 2009.

[dashock]

late to vote but I gotta weight in: As for the pokemon battle I agree with the notes, it seems relatively even and the victory would depend on the right status effect set ups and pokemon swaps In a fistfight I'd say Giovanny would win since he does seem very fit and most likely has fighting experience, maybe even boxes as a hobby. Ghetsis seems to have an implied right arm injury and in his bw2 animation he shakes/trembles when angered (high blood pressure peepaw), so I'd say his staff and height are his only advantages The secret 3rd option is great, but you see, they would still fight before making out

Since you all are awesome and super swag I have decided to drop an intermission poll between now and next week's semi-finals.

This time, the poll is addressing a common misconception of what these polls are. Many people believe them to be a real, physical fight, but the ultimate villain showdown is a game of wit! That said wit being who is a better written, expressed, and shown off villain in their respective series.

This poll, however...this poll is a fight. So, without further adieu...

The fight has 2 possible perspectives; a pokemon battle and a fistfight. I would like for you all to evaluate both scenarios and pick a winner of the one you deem more important to come out on top as the victor. More details below the cut to help you decide;

POKEMON BATTLE;

-Based off the USUM Rainbow Rocket Teams

-Giovanni has a mega evolving Mewtwo (X or Y, doesn't matter, whatever you think would be better for him to have)

-Ghetsis has Hydreigon with surf (Giovanni is a ground type specialist)

-Ghetsis also has either Reshram or Zekrom (also up to whatever you believe would be stronger)

-Imagining this battle in your head with two high skill players is actually incredibly fascinating and though it seems skewed in favor of one party, it's quite possible to imagine the other party winning as well.

THE TEAMS, FOR CONTEXT;

(Ghetsis left pic, Giovanni right pic)

FISTFIGHT;

-Giovanni is based off a mob boss/yakuza. Would likely not be afraid to get his hands dirty and has a high probability of having experience in a bare-fist fight like this before.

-Ghetsis does have a staff that could keep Giovanni at bay and lots of clothes that could lessen blows.

-Ghetsis's staff could also be used as a weapon, however if Giovanni manages to disarm Ghetsis he could in return pick up the staff and reverse the situation

-Its debatable whether or not Ghetsis has the same experience with fighting as Giovanni.

(GAP IF YOU DONT WANT TO SEE WHAT SECERET OPTION 3 IS)

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SECRET 3RD OPTION;

-Love wins. They hate each other so much it cancels out and they make out instead of fighting.

[stararch4ngelqueen]

YOU SAID SOFT!JASON AND I CAME RUNNING

soft!jason who just needs a fucking hug but its a stubborn bitch about it until reader basically forces him to hug her (its koala szn ok i dont make the rules) and his resolve is just GONE and he melts into her touch bc he really needed it

I follow the book of SZA for this season.

Personally ima imagine Gotham Knights Jason cause he gives off ugly bulldog vibes and I love that, but all Jason lives matter here 😊❤️

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It’s been a while since you’ve witnessed a squash get butchered into many interesting pieces.

The tackling of the oddly tough spaghetti squash was always handled by your boyfriend, who made cutting it into its prepared state look incredibly easy. Cut it into multiple rings, season them, roast them, then fork out the perfectly cooked, sizable noodles with said utensil.

He was lost in thought, he had to have been, as said rock hard vegetable had been resorted to crooked, uneven cubes. His bowed head and dark expression after you quickly noticed, only signified the assumption to be true.

“Jason.” You tried his name again for a second time, concerned enough to settle a hand along his forearm. It was a miracle he hadn’t lost a finger yet, but knocking on wood in your mind would’ve been powerful enough to make it happen.

“Jason.”

The knife pauses, the man blinking once as if someone snapped in front of his face. He lifts his head a bit, coming back to his senses only to realize the state of what mess he’d created on the cutting board.

“Shit,” Jason mutters once, glancing over to see if the other half of the spaghetti squash was still intact.

“Shit.” The curse was further dragged out a little louder. Too lost in his dark cloud of remembrance to realize he butchered it all. Great. Just great.

“Hey,” you speak up, watching him catch your gaze for a split second before avoiding it, quickly setting the knife down.

“Hey.” He clears his throat, his hands piling together the fragments of their now ruined meal. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You try to insist, watching him scoop up the pieces in his hands. “We can still roast it, make it into something still eatable.”

Jason didn’t respond.

This makes your worry meter spike just a little bit more.

“What’s with that frown handsome? You love Italian night.” You question, keeping your hand settled along his forearm.

There was nothing Italian about this dinner, except the homemade sauce and crumbled choice of sausage from an authentic butcher.

He groans but not out of irritance for your words. His hand shifts, making your hand etch back as he leans against the counter, his head bowing once more.

“Nothing.”

What’s going on in that kind mind of his? Was he involuntarily reminiscing of topics and experiences you don’t dare to mention? Was he beating himself up inside for his slip up, ruining a crucial part of your guys’ dinner?

“Come here,” you step closer, slightly extending your arm out a bit as an offering.

Jason nearly etched his head off to the side, nearly mumbling an ‘No. M’fine babe,’ but you weren’t having it.

“Come heeere,” you tried again, reaching your arm up along his opposite bicep, attempting to capture his broad build into your limited embrace.

You make the effort to squeeze in between the tall man of muscle and the kitchen counter, managing to fit both hands over hud shoulders, securing them being his neck.

“We can fix it.” You tell him before he can say otherwise, his brow either furrowing or raising in mixed surprise, and or denial, “We can ask Alfred for one of his secret recipes. If it doesn’t work, fuck it. We’ll make nutella sandwiches or something.”

His brow sharply quirks.

You return the expression with a smile.

You’re a bad influence on him. He adores that about you.

He huffs, an edge of his tone resembling a weak, throaty chuckle. A corner of his lip raised into a limp smile, which was all you needed to see.

“Long day?”

He merely has the strength in his social battery to respond as his head lowers to settle along your shoulder. With a single sigh, the weight of his body against yours nearly had you squished against the counter. A pleasant company along your sides were those ‘unrealistically’ large hands guarding your back from digging too deep against the marble countertop edges.

“Yeah.”

Your small hand cradles the back of his head, nearly soothing the pain from his tension headache. His eyes close, another small sigh leaving his nose. Not all of the palpable stress leaves his body, but your comfort nearly dulls it down into something much more manageable in seconds. Something much more bearable.

Your soft voice floods his aches and pains with a golden warmth of serenity. Your secret super power did wonders on his heart and mind. You didn’t even have to try.

“How’s Nutella sandwiches sound, actually?”

“We don’t have the marshmallow fluff.”

“No, but.. think we got strawberries.”

His brow slightly quirks again. Tonight sounds like it’s getting better already.

[hockeydogwoof]

An extreme close-up for the football helmet lovers (like me) out there. :-)