#Im fine with this

[sweeneydino]

....

huh?

Yknow. Sure. I'm just gonna go finish some stuff...

Edit: oh hey, karais gf-

Edit 2: lol, Mikey liking shinigami and she is absolutely not interested. Peak lesbian.

Fishface just became creepy as fuck, flirting with April... bruh

The day people find out I can like a character and also hate them sm will be fun

So many interesting concepts to expand on, and I worry for whatever impromptu "therapist" Shredder has because wtf is wrong with this guy-

"You're dad is one messed up freak", I have a favorite character everyone. (Right behind ICK)

Oh, Leo, committing crime with your sister and her gf, and I'm choosing to ignore that raph comment or else I'll have an aneurysm.

Edit 2.222: I lied, I have no favorites. But bebop and rocksteady are definitely on it I did.

Alright, I'm done rambling for a bit. Might make more spikeangelo stuff because of this lol.

[callixspod]

Today was bad but then medi.c yes.

[fruit-salad-ship]

Dragon au val

For the pet one dragon au, val is a kitsune who can grow herbs as the blood of a kitsune can grow a forest adopted by crew. Either by plum searching for herbs to heal peach as freshly escaped weak immune system the poor thing got sick.

Or peach sees val locked up and val is just this adorable looking thing caged and miserable forced to use its blood for herbs and peach frees them and val now chills

Both ways val likes playing tricks on plum its fun.

val being a straight up trickster, and a lil shit is manditory. If the king who owned peach as a dragon could keep her contained, whos to say he didnt have other mythical beasts under his ownership.

Maybe Val and Peach were next to each other in the cages, often talked, were friends, and when peach broke out, she smashed the lock for Val too and ran with her, with the help of the one guard (grey) and her maid/keeper (plum)

They look back and shes there wishing she knew what her breath attack was, maybe it could just straight up destroy the lock, trying to pick it with a claw, plum runs over to her "JUST RIP IT OFF YOURE A DRAGON!" and the lightbulb moment for peach goes off, grabs the whole door and tears it off its hinges without a single issue. Friend aquired, Val gets up on her back and they run like mad to get out.

Peach gets hit with huge ballista bolts on the escape, injured but free, they run, carrying the crew on her back as far as they can go, hitting a forest before she cant go any further, one leg seriously hurt, a tear through her shoulder. Shes in a bad way, but it doesnt bother her, shes free! PLum and Grey desperatly trying to find herbs and Val is watching, assessing, and grants them what they need to make healing salves and things to stop fever or illness settling in. Peach was the only friend Val had in that hell hole, she saved her, and now theyre free, those two are ride or die. The human may brew what they can, meanwhile Val curls up near her dragon friend and waits for her recovery.

[anti-dazai-blog]

it’s so wild that I started watching bsd when I was atsushi’s age. and now I’m turning. 21.

[savetheghost]

i eat so healthy

like

apocalypse healthy

but still

[snufsnifs]

[bitter-goodbyes]

Deity of soldiers!!!

here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[cafeyote]

me and gang at the haunted house

[stemmmm]

bad youtube clickbait thumbnail that reads "I think I just had a therapy session with a DEMON???"

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[jonnywaistcoat]

I low-key love the fact that sci-fi has so conditioned us to expect to be hanging out with a bunch of cool space aliens, that legitimate, actual scientists keep proposing the most bizarre, three-blunts-into-the-rotation "theories" to explain the fact we're not.

Some of my favourites include:

Zoo Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they're not talking to us because of the Prime Directive from Star Trek? (Or because they're doing experiments on us???)

Dark Forest Theory: What if there are loads of aliens out there, but they all hate us and each other so they're all just waiting with a shotgun pointed at the door, ready to open fire on anything that moves?

Planetarium Theory: What if there's at least one alien with mastery over light and matter that's just making it seem to us that the universe is empty to us as, like, a joke?

Berserker Theory: What if there were loads of aliens, but one of them made infinite killer robots that murdered everyone and are coming for us next?!!

Like, the universe is at least 13,700,000,000 years old and 46,000,000,000 light years big. We have had the ability to transmit and receive signals for, what, 100 years, and our signals have so far travelled 200 light years?

The fact is biological life almost certainly has, does, or will develop elsewhere in the universe, and it's not impossible that a tiny amount of it has, does, or will develop in a way that we would understand as "intelligent". But, like, we're realistically never going to know because of the scale of the things involved.

So I'm proposing my own hypothesis. I call it the "Fool in a Field" hypothesis. It goes like this:

Humanity is a guy standing in the middle of a field at midnight. It's pitch black, he can't move, and he's been standing there for ages. He's just had the thought to swing his arms. He swings one of his arms, once, and does not hit another person. "Oh no!" He says. "Robots have killed them all!"

[bunnibombz]

The thought I was having...

"She can take it, don't let her whining fool you Ghost" John said, taking a drag off his freshly lit cigar as he sits back in his chair.

"Can't be runnin' away from me now," Simon gruffed, gripping your hips to hold you in place as he sank in deeper.

What had started out as a little joke between you and John after a drunken comment you made one night about wanting Simon to "stretch you out" had quickly evolved into John bringing his soldier into your bedroom on one condition. He got to watch.

Your fingers pulled at the sheets as Simon bottomed out, a rough groan dragged from his chest as you squeezed around him.

Fucking his thick, throbbing cock into your tight pussy had been no easy task despite how wet you were, and now that you were pulsing all snug around him and crying his name as you clawed the bed he didn't think he could ever pull out.

"That's it lovie, take a deep breath" He praised, pressing a warm hand against your spine to sink your chest lower to the bed as you moaned at the absolutely sinful angle he had you held in, "such a pretty bird Price, wanna keep her for myself".

"No can do Ghost," John replied with a chuckle as he adjusted himself through his pants. The sounds of your pleasure bringing a hot flush to his face, "she's got a ring on her finger for a reason".

[paintedcrows]

*through tears* HER LITTLE POG CHAMP

[monophobix]

lesbian situationship vs gay situationship

[gvaine]

wound tending is everything. unparalleled intimacy. let me care for you. let me touch the skin around your open flesh. let me stain my hands with your blood. let me get close and breathe in the same air as you and stare into your eyes for a few seconds too long. let me make you think of me every time you see the bandage, or scar