Fit: We just discovered something verrrrry interesting.

These are like, Luzu computers, right? Luzu was speaking in binary similar to the Code Monsters, right? It's entirely possible that this proves that the Federation does not have control over the Codes and the Code Monsters, because Ramon normally can interact with Federation buildings, but he cannot interact with this in any capacity. That is verrrry interesting.

I mean this is not hard evidence, but this is very telling that the Federation Egg cannot interact with this...Code structure.

the blogsitter called the blog owner and said "everything's great, but can i cover up the creepy clown jpeg next to the dashboard? it's kinda freaking me out" the blog owner got quiet and then said "take the blog and leave the website right now. i don't have a creepy clown jpeg"

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I’ve never seen this with the update and it makes it so much funnier

Quality. Content.

the only post i care about

HEINZ BEANS

okay but no joke some of these photos have good angles (especially the one with the stack of green shopping baskets)

I love that nearly all of the pictures, are of the dog interacting with someone else

also a big fan of the dog getting really hyped about corn oil

[156] “I THINK I’M GONNA KILL ONE OF ‘EM NOW JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT!”

Belated Birthday post for the younger Pines Twins!

Why is tumblr celebrating one piece and not this incredibly important religious date

help i just wanted to make a q!4maxhalo chart then it kept getting bigger

#im betting these dynamics will change before this has even been queue’d out#new gay sex has hit the qsmp

#ah…. the time before mpreg was introduced#<- prev#it... it wasn't actually#it's a deadly parasite#not a baby

my chart is in shambles

Tumblr executives are being like "Oh, Tumblr is a strip club. So, it means a dance club! Yeah! We love dance clubs! How can we get more people into this commonly normal dance club Tumblr and make it as profitable as other fun dance clubs in the area?"

We're screaming: "No! This is a strip club! Strippers!"

Tumblr exes: "No, no strippers. We don't like any strippers here. We don't go to strip clubs, we don't understand who would even want to go there. But dancing! We need more regular folks here to dance with drinks! This needs to be a hip and cool place!"

We: "What part of the strip club you don't understand?"

New people: "Umh, we don't want to go to dance to a strip club... It's too weird and looks shady. We already have other dance clubs we like and go to dance to."

Tumblr exes: "Oh but you will love Tumblr Strip Club That Is Just a Normal Dance Club for Everyone! Look, we tore down some stages, more room for you to dance and evicted some Tumblr strip club folk so there's more space for you!"

We Tumblr: "You took away stripping stages?! We need them, we love them, we come here exactly because this is a strip club!"

New people: "But it's still a strip club..."

Tumblr exes: "No, it isn't :) Ignore the naked women you see as soon as you enter the door, whether you want it or not. It's Strip Live and it's not about strippers or naked women. Just normal people chatting and having fun!"

Just to recap-

Periodt.

The door opened slowly, a new figure stepping inside.. She was rather slim, with long hair and tiny horns poking out from beneath it.. Her hair mostly hid her eyes, even as she lightly brushed it up with one hand. Their pose was formal, stiff as she bowed to the princess.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Venus," she began, standing back up straight. "I will be your organizer, for the term of the pregnancy.. Our king has requested as such."

She turned, opening the window within the room to allow sunlight inside.. Her black tail was fluffy and curled up behind her adorably, she didn't seem as demonic as the other demons Venus had interacted with here..

"And it happens to be time for your meal, ma'am."

Venus rubbed her eyes slowly, removing the gunk from the corners of her eyes as she watched the stranger explain themself. The woman only winced a little bit at the sunlight hitting her eyes, before turning back to the conversation at hand. An "organizer"...? Huh... She didn't think she needed that much help being on time and collected- but clearly Oberon thought otherwise, so she didnt object.

"Okay... Sure. Yeah sounds- sounds good n' all.. 's long as Obbie suggested it.. Uh... What's on the menu, then?"

She realizes a little too late that she should have asked for a name first, not getting distracted by the prospect of a meal.

"The kitchen staff has prepared for you an assortment of eggs, grains and other proteins, as well as fresh fruits. You are permitted to pick and choose what to eat, so long as you remain within a healthy diet."

Of course, it was all handpicked for the eggs, she didn't need to even say it. It was entirely likely that everything was dusted in a hint of calcium supplement just for that purpose.. The attendant swept to the side of her room, to the closet to pick out an outfit for the princess.

"Would you prefer the softer clothes today, Ms. Venus? You haven't any meetings to attend.."

"That sounds nice.... Ohh.."

The other didnt even really need to ask.

"Softer, please... God I couldnt imagine wearing anything scratchy or tight right now..."

She grunted just a little as she pushes herself out of her soft nest of blankets and cushioning. She wobbled on her feet for a second, watching the stranger work.

"So... What... do you want me to call you..? Assuming you're gonna be my helper for... a while."

"Understood," she murmured, retrieving a comfortable pair of sweatpants and shirt from her closet.. It seemed she didn't even need to dress herself anymore-

"I am your assistant.. You may call me as such or.. by my name.. Hulemy. Hulemy is fine."

She turned back to view Venus, glancing her up and down.. Her guts were definitely prominent with those eggs growing by the day..

"Would you prefer assistance with your dressing, princess?"

As much as she was embarassed to admit it, bending down to pull up a pair of sweatpants was probably the thing she wanted to do least right now in this condition.. Certainly it wasnt just from laziness. Its just... difficult right now.

"Just uh... with the pants is alright... Im sure I can get the shirt on myself..."

She chuckled pretty nervously, just a slight bit of a rosey tint to her cheeks from the subtle embarassment.

"Thank you, Hulemy... Heh.."

Its only been five months, and shes already had to adjust her vessel to be a bit bigger to not get her fucking lungs crushed by the weight. Its embarassing to her, but shes super appreciative that no one around her seems to mind her incompetence at the moment.

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

Hulemy brought over the clothes, laying them down on the bed and offering her hand to assist Venus with undressing.. She didn't seem embarrassed at all, professionalism was her job, after all.

"If I may, ma'am."

She nodded to the other, allowing them to help her with this. As long as Hulemy didn't seem weird about it, she wont either. She did appreciate it- everyone in this castle was so sweet... All of this came from her just flirting with the right person- God. She must have so much rizz for that- Charisma 20 or something.

She really didn't deserve all of this- but she supposed that wasn't the point. They were just treating her like some beloved pet- Wouldn't you want the best for your housecat?

Hulemy easily, expertly assisted Venus into her clothes for the day.. She'd been permitted casual wear, since officially she wasn't anything unusual.. Just another castle pet of Oberon's.. Only select few knew of the pregnancy, and it had been placed in good hands. Hulemy knew as such, as the last of a prestigious bloodline, she would put her own life on the line to serve her purpose for Venus.

Of course, for now, that simply happened to be servants work.

"Your lunch awaits, ma'am," she spoke evenly, folding her hands politely in front of herself. She'd be there to guide her, and make sure she ate just the right foods, and didn't choke, somehow.

Once she had got her casual clothes on with the help of her new servant, Venus slid some slippers onto her feet- they were the only ones she was wearing, recently. Its less effort instead of bending down and tying her shoes- Slip ons were fine.

She followed along the other, lazily rubbing her fist against her eye and yawning. Truth be told, she was sort of starving.... These kids were practically sapping the nutrients from her. She wonders how much of A pain she's been on the poor kitchen staff.

"Thanks, Hulemy...."

She sort of wanted to tell the maid to just call her "Venus", to be honest. She knows that its just the formality and they're showing respect, but she sort of feels like she doesnt deserve this royal respect. Didn't really earn it, Did she? She just happened to be the first one to grant the king an heir- and two, at that. Did they even know it was two, or did she forget to tell them...? Surely they've found out at her checkups... Just forgot is all.

#cooking FOR someone is a form of intimacy #cooking WITH someone is an act of PvP combat (@morecolorfulmetaphors)

Not if it's the right person. If cooking with someone is pvp then you haven't met the person you are meant to cook with. 1st person stirs part one, 2nd person prepares part 2. I'm not suggesting you both stir the same pot at the same time. But chopping potatoes and other veggies side by side while you talk about life? That's the good stuff. That's love. I'm not knocking cooking for someone. Of COURSE that's love too. But don't knock cooking with someone. It can work out quite lovely.

Two sets of hands taking turns kneeding bread? That shit is better than sex.

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oh my god

everyone needs to see this video at least once in their life

i have a feeder cam up on my board and a mourning dove is trying and absolutely failing to seduce a lady mourning dove and my students are all making fun of his rizz game

if you needed proof that middle schoolers will make fun of anything and everything just sit in my room of 8th graders blasting this guy for his ineffective dances and mediocre song