#bug boy speaks

[bugb0yster]

shoutout to my boy Steb!

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT WAS HIS NAME AND SHHDHSHSJJAJJFJDJ!!!

[bugb0yster]

@transmascsimonriley haven’t actually technically talked to you at all but sometimes i straight up forget you’re not just like an actual celebrity

<3

[personostient]

Ayo i like ur blog

Scorpion be upon ye

Sorry, i made it a centipede.

[turtleblogatlast]

Small but significant character moments that I actually really adore are from both the times we see the boys as tots. There is a reoccurrence that happens in both of them that I find so incredibly interesting.

For the turtle tot short, Splinter leaves the boys with weapons. In the short, Raph is the one who suggests they do “what Lou Jitsu would do” and Leo is the one who takes point when Splinter comes back to reprimand them. Leo, in taking point, is the one to defend them and get Splinter off their tails.

And then, in the flashback regarding the Kuroi Yōroi helmet, Raph is the one who grabs and throws “Skully” as a way to replace their missing ball which breaks it into pieces, but Leo is the one who speaks for the group and rushes into action to fix the teapot.

I love this for multiple reasons, but the biggest are how it shows that Raph has always been inclined toward the bold and fun and making the plans to include his brothers in what he loves and believes they’d love, whereas Leo has always been inclined to be the “Face” of the group and shoulder the attention even if it’s potentially negative all while coming up with on the spot attempts to fix the situation.

[justldk]

🪲🕷️💙❤️

Yaya ya MIS PAPÁS👹👹

I love them :) haha

[bugb0yster]

this was not going where I thought it was

i read that first bit and went “is this the yellow fucking wallpaper all over again?”

You own the home you live in. The last owners painted the walls of your bedroom a horrible off white.

You fucking hate it. Every day you wake up to off-white walls and off-white ceilings and pass through your off-white door to get to the rest of the house. You feel like you've been locked up in a padded room. It makes you want to die.

So what is there to do? Well, you own the home. Go out and get some paint, a roller or two, and a drop cloth. If the color makes you want to kill yourself, you should obviously change it.

But what if you didn't hate it. What if it just mildly perturbed you? Or maybe what if you didn't, like, reeeeeally mind it all that much, but you knew that another color would make you a lot happier? Does the decision that you come to change?

Sure, it's work moving the furniture out, setting up, painting, making sure you get the edges, cleaning up, letting it all dry, etc, but isn't adding joy to your life worth the effort? Don't you owe it to yourself to subtract mediocrity and add happiness? Do you need to be miserable to envision a better life?

[bugb0yster]

Charles trying to keep everyone safe: we must avoid any act of aggression

Erik already prepping to throw satillites at the giant purple bubble: and I took that personally

[thatfaerieprincess]

Mr Apples I love u <3

What is a pencil? How do u draw again??? I haven't done this in like..... a VERY hot minute!

[bugb0yster]

this. just this.

[anomal-studios]

Please give me Stora headcanons I'm hungry 🙏🙏🙏

They have pet names for each other (Sora-bunny, Stone-puppy) in private.

Stone one time made Sora an anniversary poem, but Skipp ruined it by telling Sora (BETTER TELL VINS OR BALES NEXT TIME-)

They listen to each other’s songs!

They like each other’s heartbeat.

They go on errands together!

They get each other gifts!

Their a cute awkward power couple.

They act dumb in any situation revolving the law!

They trust each other with their secrets (though not ALL of them.)

They look after Adi and Bridget often.

Stora have teatime with Natalia often.

Sora tells Stone Stories about their childhood EVERY night.

Stone’s VERY touchy with Sora, which is pretty weirdly comforting for some reason.

They don’t fight, but if they did, it’ll take them a while to cool down. Afterwards, they say sorry and cuddle for the rest of the day.

If Sora had a panic attack, Stone would gently cradle him while helping Sora regain his normal breathing. If Stone had a panic attack, Sora would gently hold his hand and help him breathe.

Stone kisses Sora’s SH scars and Sora kisses Stone’s scraped fingers.

If they have kids, they’ll try to seek Gatalya for advice on being good parents!

They stayed all night in ramshackle’s local library when they were 8!

Stora once had a puppy named “Bango”, until Shino assassinated the poor thing.

They had matching bracelets when they were younger, but lost them.

Stone brings flowers to Gabby’s (Sora’s mother) grave more frequently ever since the whole ‘spirit’ thing.

Stone keeps Sora’s wedding ring on his left hand ring finger under his glove.

Thought Sora no longer remembers Stone, he relives a strange dream about a young raven haired boy smiling and holding his hand.

After the shit they went through, DO NOT SEPARATE THEM! It’s for your own good, trust me.

[angelmalocaris]

Turned this squash into an isopod with two toothpicks. It is very cute to me

[bugb0yster]

no fr! for example:

this is hugh jackman in X-men 1

he’s clearly muscular but he’s healthy

compare that to what hugh jackman looked like for deadpool and wolverine:

and there’s a clear difference.

wanting to have muscular characters is one thing but making them look dehydrated is a terrible idea because it creates unrealistic and unhealthy expectations

can i say something that's perhaps a bit controversial

[sw-archive]

shes gonna play a big roll in Lila's lore

Look closer at her design, it's VERY deliberate

Oh SHIT-

[stevie-petey]

Now we gotta have Jonathan's pov lol jk

But what if we get his pov while they were discussing the stings of fate or just random thoughts throughout the season?

ooo anon im gonna try to do this without spoiling something i'll write later this season for 2 but YES !!

enjoy <3

"i have this theory that we're all connected to each other in some way by different threads." you say to jonathan. the november sun stings his eyes but he looks at you anyways and he listens.

he thinks theres some merit to your theory, he can feel a thread between you two as well. jonathan was tied to you the day you showed up on the wheelers porch and took him by the hand and dragged him alongside you.

you explain what all the threads mean, their different relationships and meanings, and jonathan cant help but wonder what your thread is with him.

"so, for our thread. after everything we've been through, all that we've done for one another, what thread would you say our's is?"

your face, which had just been open and relaxed, begins to close off from jonathan. the question has caught you off guard, he knows hes tripped over some line between you two, but hes not necessarily sure which line it is this time.

theres too many lines hes had to learn to navigate with you.

threads and lines.

"our thread..." your voice catches in your throat and jonathan can hear it all. "you know what our thread is, bee."

does he?

it all makes jonathans head spin, but theres a tug in his stomach that draws him closer towards you, that makes him pull you close. he doesnt know what makes him want to hear you say it, to admit what hes known ever since the day he met you. "do i?"

say it, please.

he knows you feel it, too.

you open and close your mouth a few times and jonathan watches helplessly as you swallow it all down like unpleasant medicine.

jonathan buried his brother today. hes sick of burials.

"y/n?" he whispers, pleading.

you try to speak again, but nothing comes out.

it angers jonathan. he knows what thread connects you to him, hes always known it, but youve never acknowledged it and hes never wanted to push you.

but...

you shake your head at jonathan and he decides that he really hates when you do that. push it all aside, pretend that its not there, as if there isnt a glaring ache thats settled between you two for a while now.

jonathan decides, fuck it.

he leans in, allows himself to try just this once, and when you lean in as well he thinks maybe it was always meant to be this way.

but then nancy comes and you look like a deer in headlights. youre scared. did he do that to you?

"you know id do anything for you, right?" jonathan wants you to understand that. to catch onto everything else within his words. hes yours and youre his and he doesnt want you to think anything else.

you tell him that you know, and he tells you youre his best friend and the words burn in his own throat as they slip from his lips. if this is what you want, if this is how things have to be, then he'll swallow it all down alongside you.

[v-rg1l]

I so deeply love trans people it is hard to express I love us like I love the stars, the way the summer loves the monsoon winds, the way the spring loves the flowers, the way sidewalks love the fallen leaves and the way life loves the sun. I love us all, even if here i speak specifically to trans mascs, I love every single one of us dearly. You are Loved.  

I love trans men, trans mascs, I love us when we have full chests and when we have flat ones, I love us in skirts and suits and shorts and pants and dresses that flow like a stream. I love us in binders in bras pre post and no op i love us with deep growly voices like the rushing waterfalls and I love us with gentle voices like birdsong on the wind and I am so in love. 

I love fat trans men I love thin trans men I love us toned and muscular I love us soft and squishy I love us so deeply. I love disabled trans mascs I love mentally ill trans men I love chronically ill trans men I love Black trans mascs I love Indigenous trans men I love Asian trans men I love European trans mascs I love mixed trans mascs love us all so dearly I can barely take it. 

I love us with scars and I love us with freckles and I love us with acne i love us with facial hair, with beards and mustaches and stubble that just won’t seem to grow out but it will love I promise and you’ll be so handsome and even if it doesn’t you glow like the mid afternoon sun hasn’t anyone told you ? You are beautiful, to your very core. 

I love sunny and bright trans men who reflect the colours of the rainbow like a prism I love scene and goth and punk and alternative trans mascs I love plain trans men who wear t shirts and shorts I love showy trans men in their frilly shirts and corsets. 

I love us roaring with laughter and crying out in anger I love us singing until our throats are hoarse I love us in the waves of pleasure I love us in the quiet content like sitting on the earth as the gentle breeze tickles our skin. 

I love us in love, I love us who have one, two, any number of partners or no partners at all I love us no matter what faith we hold I love us without any faith at all I love us who feel the energy of the universe and I love us who do not. 

I love us taking part in the joy of creation i love us who create art i love us who build cars or fix roofs i love us who educate i love us in theatre and music i love us making scientific developments i love us in hardware software the brilliant machine that is the human body I love us saving lives I love us creating new ones I love us so much. 

I love us like we hung the stars and the planets I am so in love I feel as though the word cannot possibly contain the true and full depth of my feelings for us. I do not have the vocabulary to thoroughly express how much I love us, how deeply in love i am with being trans. 

There is so much more I could add but if you are trans, if you are a trans man or are trans masc or anything at all I love you so much. We will be happy, we will thrive. We are beautiful and valuable and we are, dare I say it, divine. You do not have to make it into the history books to be so valuable. You are of the greatest worth of anything for simply being. I wish you nothing but happiness and a life that you love.  Be well, you who I gladly share my soul with. You are more than words could ever describe.

[hum--hallelujah]

btw they should not have to apologize for this. people should not think they're entitled to a performer's time to the point of addressing their disappointment/disapproval to them on the internet. they shouldn't have to explain themselves they have no obligation to do m&gs and if they're running short on time or not feeling up to it that's perfectly fine and even normal to cut it short. the fact that DG is still a pretty lesser-known band and they're already dealing with this BOTHERS me