#i’ll just tag it as that

[the-great-papyru]

i’m gonna be honest, i didn’t feel any inspiration for today (yesterday)’s 15daysofdetermination prompt, so… i’m just gonna skip it, haha. probably tomorrow (today)’s as well. have a first-person flowey pov poem about stars instead. (under the cut)

I’ve heard about stars.

They’re small—so small you could hold one in the palm of your hand, if you had a star, and you had a hand.

They’re bright—not the kind of brightness the sun gives off as you walk toward it, eyes watering, as it sinks and breathes its last. The kind of brightness that you take for granted, the kind that lingers, stays, that you can still feel after the cruel sun plunges you into another day same as the last.

They’re innumerable—grains of sand in a desert, breaths in a lifetime, hours in a day (angel knows how many you can fit in there).

I’ve read about stars, too.

They’re nothing—no more than balls of fire, of gas, of tinier specs of scientific code than you can care to count all jumbled up in a heap no more meaningful than anything.

They’re unlimited—a little variation of the same old boring design, copied and pasted all over the infinite universe with no regard for reason, or safety.

When one burns out, does anyone cry? Why would they? When they have so many more to stare at?

Any—all of those stars could be dead. All of them are dead, empty matter burning with fire cold as the embrace of eternity.

They mean nothing.

You can peer at them through frames of twisted, rotten glass. They shine there. Stagnant. Afraid of—incapable of movement. The earth turns and they fall into the same old patterns.

Constellations are no more than stars assigned a role. Soulless dancers twirling upon the sky, playing their roles until they’re not needed—and then playing them again when the choreographer calls.

And I’ve been told about stars.

How you can stare at the sky for hours and still notice something new.

How they’ll be there for you every day, congratulating your successes and trivializing your failures with a warm glow.

How you can say whatever you want to them—they’re too far up to hear, or maybe they just don’t care.

They’re stable—they aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

They’re beautiful—through some miracle, the universe came together in the right way just to make them.

They’re out there—and someday, you can touch them if you just keep trying to climb.

Stars are nothing, of course.

But it would be nice to hold one.

[astral-from-afar]

Feel like I should stop overthinking my friendships but

[synapple]

I spent like three hours making this

[daikaiju-arts]

“I can’t believe I forgot my name. He almost took it from me.”

“If you completely forget it, you’ll never find your way home.”

[doodlecrumb]

Marauders fandom!! You have been summoned. Look! It’s a James! Feast thine eyes! (I’m sorry, do what you want. I’m not the boss of you. Have a nice day.)

[automaticsoulharmony]

Guys I know we all make silly jokes about how YJs missions are crazy and scare the new kids and are cryptids for it, but the real reason the team would be seen as spooky and wild… is that the majority of the members aren’t around anymore.

Think about, four out of the eight core members of the team have just, disappeared.

They mention invading a country and Barts like “yeah it was to save Anita’s mom” and the younger hero’s are just like… “who???”

“Oh yeah, we had to deal with Darkseid back in the day, he was weirdly interested in our teammate Secret,” Tim (no real names unless necessary) Drake says casually “okay, ignoring the dealing with Darkseid part because idk how to comprehend that, who the fuck is Secret??” One of the batfam asks wildly. Steph chimes in with a casual “that’s the girl who tried to kill me, right?”

“Man, sometimes I miss Slobo,” Cassie says quietly when they’re chilling and one of the newer titans happens to be near by is just like “what the fuck is a Slobo?”

“Cissie would freak if she saw this,” Kon jokes. Conner Hawke is just like “I feel like I’m supposed to know who that is????”

Like, Secret, Cissie, Anita, and Slobo are just gone, and the new heroes definitely don’t know who they are, and most of the older heroes don’t either.

YJs mission reports are crazy for many reasons. One of which being no one knowing who the fuck they’re talking about.

Not to mention “I wish we still had the Supercycle, I wonder how its kid is doing?” “the What?? How???”

[persephonaae]

TERFs die mad: you just reblogged a nasty transgender person with pronouns and all who did this historical look to explore their cultural history as well as express their own nonbinary identity in a way that resonates with them. An edit I wish I didn’t have to make on this post

I’ll try to post the actual pictures I took soon, but I was bored today and wanted to shirk some other responsibilities, so I decided to do some general vague Minoan or Mycenaean look since it’s been on the mind and also my hair was looking really good today and I wanted to take advantage of that haha

[stars-obsession-pit]

The camera video showed a teen in a beanie snickering before turning the camera around and saying “Hey Sam, is your refrigerator running?”

The new target of the video, a goth girl, turned towards him, looking confused. “What?” A look of understanding crossed her face before a glare quickly replaced it. “Tucker!” she admonished, swiping a hand for the phone, but he jumped back, chuckles only intensifying. “Really, now?”

“Well, you better go catch it!”

The girl leaps for him, and he falls back. The camera’s view swings wildly, but in the background, a glowing figure in a lab coat with green skin can be seen flying across the street, cackling. Several appliances, including a large refrigerator, follow after him. Another smaller figure is close behind, firing off energy blasts after them.

Then the video cuts off.

…

When Tucker had posted that video online, he’d only expected it to get a few views. Maybe it’d make the rounds through Casper High at most.

He certainly didn’t expect it to go viral, nor for it to bring the amount of attention to their town that it did…

[lbctal]

[mxmarsbars]

third time’s a charm!

[jellynotbees]

Narinder is a disaster but lamb is into that so it balances

[geraldtheoceanman]

i am never making something with this much detail ever again

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

chaos amiright

from here

[spikeplate]

grabity falls :3

GRABITY FALLS!!!!

[shepscapades]

Silly thang because this clip took me out way more than it should have LMAO

[forbidden-royal]

The seasons change, and the sun will rise again.

Wow, just wow. @somerandomdudelmao, your series was incredible. I only found your comic in July and I didn’t become an active tumblr user/follower till September, but I’m so glad I got to watch this project come to a close. The ROTTMNT fandom wouldn’t be the same without you and your comic. You’ve inspired so many people, including me, and I just want to say thank you, Cass. Thank you for making my year a little bit brighter. Thank you for reigniting my love of art. Thank you for creating. Thank you for existing.

You’re no longer just some random dude lmao. You’re the creature who fixed the apocalypse, the creature who brought together thousands of people and built a family. A family of turtles and fans.

In honor of C.A.S I wanted to color and animate the final panel of the comic. Im still learning color theory and digital art but you’ve inspired me to improve, and what better way to start than with the end? It was a beautiful ending, so perfectly paced and full of a peaceful hope twinged with a bittersweet sadness. Your comic might be done, but this turtle family will live on forever.

Now go take a well-deserved nap and relish in your success!