#when I wrote this paper the

[cowboylikeyouu]

writing fanfiction on paper is so fucking therapeutic

[turtleblogatlast]

Draxum somehow salvaged some of his notes and papers from when he first acquired the turtles, and out of “the goodness of his heart” (aka because Mikey begged him nonstop for a solid three hours) Draxum saw it fit to give them each their corresponding paper.

They were enlightening, to a degree, though it was kinda crazy seeing baby versions of their pre-mutation selves stapled to the corner of the paper.

When Leo got his paper, he grinned at his “super cute baby self” and shifted his eyes to read up a little.

Sure, there was the expected long drawn out essay about his role and place in regard to “world domination” or whatever that Leo skimmed over and proceeded to ignore thanks to the excess of way too big words, but what really caught Leo’s eye was the basic description of himself at the top of the papers.

There was his species, what seemed to be a number (either 2 or 3, Leo wasn’t sure since the bottom was burned a bit), his size (tiny!!), and then, right below those…

‘SEX: F’

…Leo blinked. Then blinked again.

“Draxum.” He said, getting his brothers’ attention.

At the lack of response, he looked up.

“Draxum.” The sheep Yokai walked away faster. “DRAXUM.” He was jogging now. “DRAXUM WHY DOES IT SAY ‘F’?!”

Draxum was booking it away from them as Leo gave chase, shouting about how “IT EXPLAINS A LOT BUT I NEED SOME ANSWERS! DRAXUM! DON’T YOU RUN AWAY I JUST WANNA TALK-“

There was flashes of blue light, then silence.

The others stood there, wondering what just happened before shrugging it off and using their baby photos to go and bribe Splinter with.

[enden-k]

long time no art so...............deleted OC doodles reupload + some more sketches for now (its all jin lol)

[spacedace]

DPxDC snippet/prompt:

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“John.”

Zantanna’s voice had that cadence to it. Faintly strangled. Forcibly calm. Her rising blood pressure and rapidly approaching limit for his special brand of excitement evident in every single letter of his name.

Felt like old times.

“Z.” He said, smoke curling out of his mouth and billowing towards the dreary grey sky above. The one nice thing about Gotham, it had the same gloomy dark ambience of ol’ London town. “Long time no see. How’s show biz been treating you?”

He saw the faintest of twitches at the corner of her eye. Could almost hear her counting to ten in her head. He smiled at her winningly, leaning back against the damp bricks of the alleyway as he waited. More smoke drifted upward from beside him in time with a bored sigh. Patience was running out on all sides it seemed.

“That’s a child.”

“Sharp as ever.” He said, taking another drag. He nudged the child in question beside him gently with his elbow, glancing down with a sly grin. “See this is why the Justice League pay her the big bucks. Nothing gets past our Zantanna Zatara.”

He got a cloud of smoke blown directly in his face for that, little shit.

“John.”

“Z.”

“Why do you have a child? Why is the child smoking?”

“Long story.” He said with a wave of his hand.

“I learned it from watching him.” The kid said, with the same cadence as that old American commercial. All dramatic and overwrought emotion. The gremlin swooned against John's side in an imitation of collapse, hand holding the lit bifter coming up to their forhead to really sell the melodrama. He nudged his ghostly companion off, grinning at Zantanna’s slipping patience as he did.

“Don’t worry about it. Kid's fine.”

“A child wandering around with you in a dark ally in Gotham smoking cigarettes is fine?”

“I mean, I’m already dead. And short. It’s not like smoking is gonna be able to do any worse to me.”

[hellsquills]

Frankenstan AU where Ford successfully brings back Stan. His brother is alive again and he couldn't be happier. Stan is actually here! Finally! He's ready to work things out, as soon as they deal with Bill.

Speaking of Bill... He hasn't been around in a few days since the revival. Ford knows that Bill hasn't possessed him recently; even though he can't remember what he does when Bill is in control, he can sense when his body has been used against his will. And that feeling hasn't been there in almost a week.

Ford doesn't understand. But most importantly, he doesn't understand Stan. He's alive and mostly healthy. His body has stitches all over, but his organs are functional. Save for some small details, he's himself again. So why is he acting so unlike him? He hides, he murmurs instead of speaking up, he's sneaky and careful and he stares at the walls for too long sometimes. He's jumpy and silent, and avoids looking at him almost constantly.

There's only one explanation. That is not his brother.

"I'll make it right this time. I promise, Stan," he says, and he pulls the trigger.

(Or: Ford's paranoia + Bill's subtle but constant influence on him makes Ford believe that Stan's demeanor has changed so much not because of what he's gone through in the past decade, but because Bill is somehow inside of him. He's determined to get his "real" brother back, and he won't stop until Bill is unable to enter Stan's body. No matter how many tries it takes.)

[beatlesmenrock]

Dylan looked disbelievingly from face to face. “But what about your song?” he asked. “The one about getting high?”

The Beatles were stupefied. “Which song?” John managed to ask.

Dylan said, “You know…” and then he sang, “and when I touch you I get high, I get high…”

John flushed with embarrassment. “Those aren’t the words,” he admitted. “The words are, ‘I can’t hide, I can’t hide, I can’t hide…'”

( From: Bob Dylan turns the Beatles on to cannabis )

[lapdogchase]

i love doing arts and crafts in bed and then having slivers of paper all over my bed #myPaperSlivers

[bthemistake]

- Helios Children -

Psst!

Please consider showing some love to UNICEF (UK, US) and read through their information on what they do <3

[Image Description:

On a bold red background with a crinkled paper effect, are the characters Kristen Applebee's and Buddy Dawn from the D&D show Dimension 20: Fantasy High. They are plain white, with a neat paper effect, with a very faint white glow around them.

Kristen has her eyes closed, eyebrows quirked up with a solemn sadness. She holds her crookedly question-mark-shaped staff at her side with the shards of her god, Cassandra, held in the air with magic in the hook of the staff. Her skin is covered in a speckling of freckles and short hair is half pulled back.

At her side, upside down with no sense of gravity to his position, is Buddy. His eyes are also closed and expression sad. His short hair hangs in his face, small tufts visible under his ears. The buttoned collar shirt is open, only one button fastened at the top, to expose the jagged crystal star emerging from his chest. His hands are raised to almost cradle the thing, but the spikes pierce through his palm and thumb, blood slowly dripping from the wounds. It must be agonising, but he still continues to hold his mark of betrayal to his god, Helio, likely too far gone and fearful of what his punishment would be if he sought forgiveness.

There is text around them, glowing white, with one verse by Kristen and the latter by Buddy.

'there's a girl who is gods chosen armed with the pages, a staff, and her fear died in school with the other children went to heaven, said 'there's no god here'

there's a boy who was never more devoted than when the world was plagued by night had his throat slit by his leader sent to a god he thought held him tight'

There is two more verses I wrote that I could not fit into the art, but I'll share them here regardless. They were intended to be separating the two included verses.

'and if the bread tastes like ashes and the wine like copper blood you better hope that gods not looking as you swallow the taste on your tongue'

'when the bread burns to ashes and the wine drips down your chin pray for something, maybe nothing, to find you else you're on your own from here'

Thank you for reading and, again, please consider checking out UNICEF :)

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[dejwrld]

the topic of colorism within the black community will never be understood until people understand that it's deeper than being bullied in high school and dating preferences.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

[blank-house]

what are elio's thoughts on highschool musical

cinematic masterpiece.

[sarcastic-clapping]

currently thinking about the fact that i wrote my 60-something page bachelor’s thesis for my politics degree about the growing influence of memes and internet culture on mainstream political communication and how political communities online were becoming increasingly polarized and insular and how that could impact polarization in american politics as a whole if the influence of internet culture continued to expand into the mainstream….in 2016. during the primaries.

[legendoftherisingtide]

Me in 2015-2023: idk why but I never cared about iwaoi or bokuaka. ig shiratorizawa just captured me with their tragedy and uber autism

Me in 2025 suddenly for no reason: aND THE UNBREAKABLE BOND OF CHILDHOOD FRIENDS DESPITE SEPERATION OF MILES AND THE TRAGIC REALITY THAT SOMETIMES YOU DO GO YOUR SEPERATE WAYS. AND CAN YOU IMAGINE GRADUATING SEPERATED FROM YOUR OTHER HALF WHO YOU KNOW LIKE THE BACK OF YOUR HAND. YOU UNDERSTAND HIM MORE THAN ANYONE EVEN THOUGH REALLY YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HIM AT ALL. YOU ARE SO UNALIKE YET HE CAPTIVATES YOU MORE THAN ANYONE AND YOU WANT, NO, NEED TO MEMORIZE EVERY PART OF HIM. YOU ARE THE PROTAGONISTS OF THE WORLD BC HE MADE YOU BELIEVE IT

[xxlady-lunaxx]

it’s guiltily how obanai kisses mitsuri. he tells himself, during the moment, that he’s delirious, he’s not thinking straight. but he knows the excuses only mean he knows he’s in the wrong. he shouldn’t be doing this. later, after the kiss, after he’s sat quietly in his house for hours on end, he feels the shame bubbling over. he feels terrible. he knew he couldn’t taint mitsuri. not her. and the worst part is—he liked the kiss. he wants more, to feel mitsuri’s love again. and he hates himself so badly for that.

[doctorsiren]

“Seven Birds / Crystal Kingdom”

A TAZ:Balance song / cover I “wrote” back in (i want to say) 2018

I say “wrote” because the lyrics are the prophecy and then the second half is simply a cover of the Crystal Kingdom verses + a final one I added

[taylor-titmouse]

Coming in late on this one, but if you're saying you're not planning on your work being piblished... but isnt there a graphic novel coming out soon? There was a link to pre-order it at least via bookshop or barnes and noble (can't remember which off the top of my head). Were you able to get your blook distributed to them as a self-piblished creator? Or was the graphic novel trad-pub and you're just saying you can't see your prose writing/books getting published?

what a funny thing to gotcha me on

yes, i do have a traditionally published graphic novel coming out. under a different name. in a different genre. for a different audience. it's not relevant for me to bring it up every time somebody asks me here if my work will ever be physically printed because it's not the work they're asking about.

so yeah. the last thing you said.