A term commonly used between artist, mainly those on social medias between one another. It is the exchanging of art in any form (though more commonly on traditional media) between one another. Each artist fullfills a request from the other, when complete the artists will give the art to one another in an exchange of works. Both on the giving and receiving ends. With this mutual arrangement, each artist has gained the work of another in what they may deem as equal of value. Though, the arrangements of an art trade should be discussed if it is not with another who you have previously worked with, for some will abandon their end of the agreement only receiving and failing to deliver their part of the deal.
Person 1: I had a fantastic art trade with so and so on instagram, they drew my OC while I drew their dog.
Person 2: that's good for you, maybe I should consider doing an art trade with them as well. Just don't do one with so and so. He completely skipped on his part of the deal! He just took the drawing of his favorite MLP character then abandoned all contact with me, i didn't get my promised drawing of my skyrim character!
Adjective. Having qualities of or similar to that of a toad. These similarities may be physical, sonic, or just metaphorical. Similar to the words "wooden" and "leaden".
That car jumpsevery time you start it, I'd say it's a toaden car.
A trouder is the large and foul smelling turd that a tradesman leaves unflushed in your toilet on a day when he's done no work at your property but needs to leave evidence of having been there so that he can charge you a day's wage.
A a homeowner it's a double-downer. You're left battling the monster, peg-on-nose, whilst knowing you're going to have to cough up a days wages.
As a tradesman it's a double-whammy. You have a nice long shit, read the paper on the bog, maybe even have a crafty J Arthur Rank over page 3....And you know you'll get paid for it.
I got home from work, I couldn't see any evidence of any work done to the porch, I assumed Dave the bricky hadn't been round...But as soon as I got in I was hit by the stench....I gravely shuffled towards the toilet fearing the worst. I opened the door, and sure enough...He'd left a trouder. The smell was beyond compare, I can't imagine what bricklayers eat...shit by the smell of it...and it cost me a hundred quid for his day's work.
From The Queen's Gambit:
Margaret: Is there anyone you've met, that you would like to trade rooks with?
Beth: I mean, I trade rooks all the time.
(giggling)
Margaret: I bet you do.