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catfindr · 11 months
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fuzzystims · 1 year
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sweet frog
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a sweet little frog
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shanaraharlyah · 7 months
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Some days you just need frozen yogurt for dinner.
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pr0mz0mbie2005 · 1 year
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Stopped by Sweet Frog after getting my hair done ^_^ It's blue cotton candy
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olaniafish · 3 months
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To all who are eating now, bon appetit~
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gray8sstuff · 1 year
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Guys if you think about it none of us could ever be that cool of an avocado because we are humans.
We’ve been humans our whole lives so it would be very difficult for us as humans to fit in with the other avocados because we do not know what it is like to be an avocado. We just do not have that super rad avocado experience. We would probably struggle so much to fit in with the cool avocado kids because we are not green and have no pit. Even if we did become avocados, turning into green little fruits, we still would no fit in well with those avocados of the earth because we have never tried to live that tubular avocado lifestyle. We don’t really know anything about the avocado social norms. Think about it. As avocados, what would be expected of us? Would we be expected to sit for weeks on a table in some lady’s kitchen? What would she do with our avocado selves? Cook us? Cut us? Put us in a taco? Mash up our insides to make guacamole? Peel off our skin? Put us on toast? Leave us to sit there on the kitchen table an rot, never used, never eaten? Would that be okay because we are avocados? Or maybe we would be in a bowl. What would that bowl be made of? Ceramic? Wood? Clay? Metal? Porcelain? Would we be alone in that bowl? Or among other fruits? Apples? Oranges? Lemons? Kiwis? Grapes? Is this mingling of clashing fruits even acceptable in avocado culture? Maybe not. But would the humans care? Maybe what avocados truly want is to be surrounded by other fruits. Is it what they deserve? How could we know? Or maybe in that bowl we, an avocado would be surrounded by vegetables. Would it be carrots? Brussels sprouts? Zucchini? It would be a surprise, would it not? Or maybe in that bowl, we would be surrounded by others of our avocado kind. Would this be pleasant? Or would it be suffocating? Would we feel crushed with so many avocados all around us? What if the other avocados made fun of us? Would we cry? No. Because avocados have no tears. Avocados have no eyes. Avocados cannot cry. could they even feel suffocated? Could they even feel crushed? could they even feel any emotions? Any feelings? Or are avocados completely without feelings? Do they have no brain? What do we really know about avocado anatomy? I know nothing about avocado anatomy. Do they have lungs? A brain? Feet? Toenails? Probably not. I think that’s for the best. Or maybe our avocado lives would be totally different. Maybe we would be like the avocados on the ground outside of the Sweet Frog. Maybe we would be trash on the ground. Dirty, just a skin. Maybe that would really suck. As a human that would probably suck. But I don’t know anything about avocado’s desires. Maybe being an avocado skin on the ground, or in the street, just outside of Sweet Frog, Starbucks, Subway… maybe that’s what they aspire to be. Maybe avocados live their whole lives, unripe, ripe, and rotten, just waiting, hoping that someday they can be an avocado legend like those avocados on the street outside of Sweet Frog? How should we know whether they do or don’t enjoy that existence? We don’t know. I don’t think we can know. And that’s why we can never be that cool of an avocado. We just don’t know how to be like the other avocados. Don’t know what they like, dislike, fear. Don’t what they feel, or what they dream of. How do they live? Maybe they just want to be guacamole. A topping on a burrito. A yummy delicious taco. Maybe what they really want is to be thrown. At clowns. at children. at little old ladies. At my catholic grandma Trudy. We truly just do not know. Because of this pathetic human existence which we live. Be humble, and try to empathize with an avocado once in a while because now you must realize that you, and none of us either, could truly really be that cool of an avocado.
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typhwosion · 3 months
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Happy Birthday, toady.
☆*:.Commission info, socials, etc  .:*☆  
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pinkfairiesteaparty · 2 months
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talos-stims · 4 months
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picnic with the build-a-bear spring green frog | source
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yunihong · 3 months
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Which one would you eat? 🍩✨
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redrobin-detective · 2 years
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Listen, we know Bruce was traumatized by his parents’ death but I hold that even before they were killed Bruce Wayne was a little weirdo. Like his paranoia and difficulty with emotion and attachment are from that terrible night. But I imagine 8 year old Brucie was OCD as hell and painstakingly arranging and rearranging his things to his satisfaction. He was meticulous, even as a child, very detail oriented. Highly intelligent, showing a boundless curiosity and determination to understand everything from a young age. I bet he was hell to enforce bedtimes on, always to do much to do and too little hours in the day. 
Bruce was that kid who dragged bugs in the house for study, pulled down all the books on one shelf so could arrange them in height order, skittered around the house’s many passages like a little rat. He was the kid who was happy and cheerful but a bit awkward from growing up a Wayne, he would much rather squirrel away somewhere with a book considered too old for him than talk with people he didn’t know. He loved the macabre in the way weird little kids too, he wanted to see Zorro for the action and the violent fight scenes. Thomas and Martha Wayne had to listen to their precocious son ask them time and again how they thought they would die and listen to his speculations.
I want the Justice League to have to go back in time for whatever reason and they expect Bruce to be a delightful, happy, normal child. Instead, they find a kid with a lovingly worn Sherlock Holmes omnibus under one arm, an entire bag of raisins in the other, dark circles under his eyes from late nights reading and he’s covered in dust and debris from getting stuck behind the drywall again. 
“You’re not mom and dad’s friends,” he’d say in a petulant voice with a familiar set of his mouth. “I’m gonna call my butler and he’s going to kick your butt.” And the whole League loses their mind because Bruce really has always been Bruce.
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enii · 1 month
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Dreaming about strawberries 🐸💕🍓
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b0tsbby · 6 months
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No cause I feel like the Ghosts were definitely killed off too fast (and I mean mmm, with that 6 episode limit, I kiiiiinda wanna blame big corpo for that writing fault of CL but anyway) and should have had more time together but what actually chokes me up is that DESPITE THAT, despite Dolph knowing these people for a maximum of like 10 days they’re all a part of what he’d consider his dream life and I just think that- *crumbles to the floor*
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tarczar · 8 months
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DUM WHITEBOARD DOODLES
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ilaso · 3 months
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Meet my babies, Tom the Frog & Olivia the Worm!!!!!! 🥹 Which scenario is your favourite?
Tom the Frog & Olivia the Worm are a pair of adventuring and fun-loving friends. I haven't drawn them much so I really wanted to illustrate them in different scenarios (with Tom in their different outfits!).
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