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3 months ago

Fuck yes my bribery worked, here's the monopoly money as promised

Please. Please reblog with your Parker designs. I will pay you $100 in cold fake cash.


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3 months ago

Every single Parker I ever see blows me away

Please. Please reblog with your Parker designs. I will pay you $100 in cold fake cash.


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3 months ago
Gonna Start Posting About My Ocs More! Here's Professor Globe, He Is My Son

gonna start posting about my ocs more! here's professor globe, he is my son


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2 months ago

Your Tumblr username decides your profession. How is your first day at work?


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2 months ago

Me if you guys give a darn šŸ™‚ā€ā†•ļø shitty ahh edit i made at 3 amšŸ‘ŽšŸ‘Ž


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3 months ago

YOOO JUST DID A SPREAD IN MY NEW SKETCH BOOKā€¼ļøā€¼ļø

YOOO JUST DID A SPREAD IN MY NEW SKETCH BOOK
YOOO JUST DID A SPREAD IN MY NEW SKETCH BOOK

If it looks familiar it's bc it's POU!!

YA'LL REMEMBER THAT GAME?? SHIT WAS BANGER AS A KID FRFR

Anyways, here's what mine actually looked like (before I humanized him)

YOOO JUST DID A SPREAD IN MY NEW SKETCH BOOK

Also for the nosey bitches out there...

YOOO JUST DID A SPREAD IN MY NEW SKETCH BOOK

BAMM!! It's my new sketch book:3

And yes that is me and emo Master Shake on the cover šŸ˜­šŸ˜­


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3 months ago

YOOO FINISHED DRAWING ARE BOY SOUL EATERā€¼ļøā€¼ļø

YOOO FINISHED DRAWING ARE BOY SOUL EATER

So what do we think guys?:D


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3 months ago

SOBBING, HES SO CUTEEE HASHSHHSHSHS

@aliteralsodacup 's OC Jack Is SO CUTE AHHHSHHH So I Had To Draw Them :7

@aliteralsodacup 's OC Jack is SO CUTE AHHHSHHH so I had to draw them :7


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2 months ago

MY BBG RIKU BC HES JUST SO BABYGIRLšŸ˜©šŸ˜©šŸ’•

MY BBG RIKU BC HES JUST SO BABYGIRL

Erm, yes, pookie is on my wall šŸ˜ŒšŸ’…


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1 year ago
[ Swanatello ] ->

[ swanatello ] ->

Donnie had found that now, he almost didnā€™t mind sunrise. He didnā€™t enjoy it, per se. But he wasnā€™t sure if he hated it anymore, either.Ā 

At first, it had been awful.Ā 

Every single morning, like clockwork, as soon as sunrise approached, all he could feel was fear seeping through every corner of his body. It pressed in tight until it filled him up and forced him rigid and sharp, searing the backs of his eyes and the curve of his neck. Every morning, the only thing he knew was that something bad was about to happen. He didnā€™t really remember those moments. All he remembered was feeling, more than anything, that he had to get back to his lake. That he had to get home.Ā 

(He did remember coming to, after the transformation was over and the panic eased off. They never talked about it, but everyone would always be looking at him with these faces that told him plenty. Every time theyā€™d be all teary-eyed and shaky. And heā€™d wake up pinned in the firm press of Raphā€™s big hands, careful and gentle but still so tight it was almost painful. Sometimes, some of them would be bloodied, and he knew theyā€™d never say it but he also knew it was his fault.)

The worst part was that he already was home. He knew that. He knew he was with his family. He knew that he, Hamato Donatello, was finally back where he belonged.Ā 

He hated how hollow the victory felt.

No matter how long he looked, he couldnā€™t quite find any joy in it. He wasnā€™t happy or relieved. He wasnā€™t lonely or mournful, either, wasnā€™t missing the lake or longing for its company. Mostly, he was justā€¦ tired.

He just wanted to sleep.

The longer he was here, the more he adjusted, and the easier the routine was. He didnā€™t panic like that anymore. The fear never quite went away, rising up red hot and swollen in his throat over the horizon each and every morning with the sun, but at least they didnā€™t have to hold him down anymore. At least he didnā€™t hurt them.

Either way, they always stayed with him.Ā 

ā€œLeo?ā€

There were two minutes left. Even if he wasnā€™t staring down the clock, heā€™d still know. Heā€™d feel it.Ā 

ā€œYeah?ā€

And that was why, really. Why he couldnā€™t quite find it in himself to mind the sunrise.

ā€œItā€™s almost time.ā€

Even if it was fear. At least at sunrise, he felt something.Ā 

ā€œI know,ā€ Leo soothed, shifting slightly across the bed to sit a bit closer to him, nudging Donnie ever-so-softly with his shoulder. ā€œDonā€™t worry. Iā€™m not going anywhere.ā€

But Donnie never worried about that. He knew Leo wouldnā€™t leave. He knew heā€™d stay. He knew that nothing bad would happenā€” that he wouldnā€™t die. That it wouldnā€™t even be painful. He knew that at the end of it, whoever was with him with scoop him up and hold him in their lap. He knew theyā€™d pet his feathers and talk to him all quiet and soft, gentle and low until he fell asleep. He knew theyā€™d still be there when he woke up again.

It never stopped the fear. It still couldnā€™t stop the jump in his heart rate and the hitch to his breath, running off ahead of him as if to scout for trouble. It still never kept all his muscles from coiling up tight, pulled taut across his skeleton, bracing for impact. It had yet to prevent his hands from trembling every morningā€” so bad that his brothers almost invariably ended up hanging onto him, wrapping his hands up with their own to keep him steady.

ā€œItā€™s okay,ā€ Leo insisted, squeezing his hands. ā€œYouā€™re fine, Dee. Deep breaths with me, yeah? Nothing is bad is gonna happen. Iā€™m not gonna leave.ā€

And Donnie knew he wouldnā€™t. That was never what he was afraid of.

At first, he would panic every morning. His brothers would have to hold him down. Heā€™d black out. He would hurt them.Ā 

It wasnā€™t like that anymore. It had gotten better. The more time passed, the less horrifying it was, and the better he could bear it.

He thought maybe that was what he was actually afraid of.

That maybe, one day, enough time would pass that even when the sun rose in the mornings, he still wouldnā€™t be able feel anything at all.

[ @candycoloredzebra wrote a thing for me, and i liked it, so i wrote something, too. ]


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5 months ago

Yeah I love watching tennis.

The tennis in question:

Looking, Not Respectfully

looking, not respectfully


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