#Yo 💜

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Drop ur detailed indepth convoluted Shepvance hcs ideas aus etc . I #NEED TO KNOW. Tell me everything

Also do u fw pinoydrian ✌️😭🇵🇭🇵🇭

YES OK ALSO YES I FW PINOADRIAN HEAVY 💜

Adrián was one of those kids that would wear a tshirt and shorts no matter what weather it was, so in white forest she’s completely unaffected by the weather, she’s been training for this LMAO

Adrian is partially deaf because of the helicopter explosion, Alyx already knows ASL (that’s not even a hc that’s just canon) so communication between them was just fine, Alyx was also very eager to show off her sign language skills.

Alyx and Adrian argue CONSTANTLY over random bullshit, mainly pertaining to pre res-cas stuff ex: weather or not a fish is an animal, Adrian argues it is, Alyx argues it’s not. Random examples of things they’d fight over: this, and this

Alyx is touchy, Adrian is not, Alyx is used to affection and physical touch and does it often even when she’s not thinking about it, it ALWAYS gets Adrian freaked out and nervous.

I hc Adrian as transfem (uses she/he) but she’s perfectly fine/comfortable in her body and with how she looks as is, the one thing she’s not so much comfortable with is her face and avoids taking off her mask as much as possible, over time though she learns to love her face 🥹

Alyx is hyper mobile and double jointed and likes doing freaky shit with her body because it scares Adrian.

Despite the fact she’s a lot smaller than Adrian in physique Alyx can EASILY overpower Adrian (she did beat up 6 cops), regardless Adrian still picks fights she can’t win.

They do match each others freak, just never at the same time, Adrian will say or do some bullshit, Alyx will just say “ok man.” and vice versa.

Adrián is bad at eye contact meanwhile alyx STARES into her soul and it makes Adrian nervous.

I have a vision in my head of a scene in white forest where they hear a hunter in the woods rapidly approaching them, they both start panicking and Adrian just slings her over her shoulder and books it.

Adrian says alyx’s jokes/quips are stupid but she finds them charming, in like a “that’s so fucking stupid but it’s also kinda funny, lowkey got me giggling a lil” way, Alyx KNOWS Adrian thinks they’re funny but Adrian won’t admit it.

Adrian has naturally long eyelashes, Alyx thinks her eyes are very pretty and stares often.

Alyx also was very curious about what Adrian looks like under the mask, before Adrian took it off she pressed a bit about her face to which Adrian dismissed, she didn’t really bring it up again but she does stare a lot trying to see if she could make out details through the visors/sides of the mask.

at one point Alyx got injured and stuck with a bunch of busted pipes spraying toxic gas, Adrian takes off her mask to put it on alyx and carries her outta there, when she wakes up later that’s when she sees Adrian’s face clearly for the first time.

To me what drives them together is the fact that they all the other has to rely on, in white forest humanity and the combine have been wiped out, the only thing on earth are some aliens and animals that survived (and maybe Gordon 🤫) but in terms of people, they are all there is, and while yeah that sucks, it’s also comforting to know that at least they aren’t completely alone, they at least have someone. Bc of that they get very attached to each other, even though they don’t get along as well in the beginning they are still driven to protect/help the other regardless.

That’s what I got off the top of my head rn THEY MAKE ME SOOOO SICK THEY PMO ME OFF

I literally can’t stop thinking about them it’s not even funny, my insta priv is a fucking mess because it’s just shepvance schizoposting 🥀

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Yoongi Jimin Jungkook

MIN YOONGI - PARK JIMIN - JEON JUNGKOOK

민윤기 박지민 전정국

[achingroses]

Something that baffles me every single International Women's Day, is how different it seems to be in other countries.

I see joke posts on twitter and here, I see the way a lot of people take it lightly, it amazes me how different things are, how here in Mexico I don't see a single joke. I see angry women, brave women, tired women. I myself am all of those.

I'm so tired of not being able to live a normal life. On top of the everyday violence that occurs, I have to live with the fear of being killed for being a woman, for being femme presenting. I have to deal with men looking at me when I wear skirts or dresses, of men telling me to shut up, of men not trusting my knowledge, of men following me home, cat-calling me on the streets, following me all the way through different trains. I had to live through a manipulative and abusive relationship when I was just 15 years old. I have to live with an eating disorder due to societal expectations. I have to check my mirrors when I'm driving in case someone is following me. I have to tell my friends that I got home safe and I'm always waiting for them to text back. I have to deal with the impotence of being helpess when other women I know are going through similar stuff.

I'm tired of our government and authorities calling us hysterical, whores, telling us that we asked for it, that it was our fault for deciding to live a life. That it was out fault for being born in a country that doesn't have the minimum respect for our lives.

On this International Women's Day I'm angry, I'm furious and overall, I'm here if anyone feels the same way I do, know that I share your feelings and I will try my hardest to understand.

And for my final message, I just want to say:

¡Libertad para todas las morras de México hasta Palestina!

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙸𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙶𝙶𝙶𝙶. 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝙱&𝙹 𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚠— 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚘’𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚌 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚋𝚏𝚋𝚏𝚑𝚍𝚓𝚓 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝙱&𝙹 ✊🏾🥲…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟻𝟷𝟸

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. (𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝? 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝 = 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 = 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜/𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙? 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝).

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @itzsana-kiddingmenow

@saturnzskyzz @giggly-cloud @savemeafruitjuice

@rice-cake-teen10 @titters-and-tingles @tmntalways @my-l0v3r-v3rse

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟶𝟷% 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 <𝟹

𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑𝚑𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚒𝚝!!!

̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜…𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 /𝚛𝚎𝚏˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Alright. Hear Mikey out on this one, okay? Because in all honesty, this was originally a fire plan. A lit plan. Some might say that the fire from the plan was sooooo hot it was practically blazing due to the fact of how awesome it was.

…okay. Well perhaps maybe people don’t say that exact term but they definitely should!

Anyways, it started off as a pretty chill day for the orange banded teen. I mean, it was Summer for crying out loud! These next few months were supposed to be absolutely nothing but pure chillness.

If your Summer isn’t even a bit chill in the slightest, then you’re doing something totally wrong. 

Daylight savings was over, school was over and most importantly…homework was over! (Besides the fact that Mikey and his brother’s are forced to do dumb reading reports over the break because the school system dumb)…But other than that, Michelangelo was basically free! Free as a bird. 

And so, like any sane studious kid that has been in High school for about a year…Mikey has been doing something he hasn’t done in a while since school started…

…Absolutely nothing.  

He’s been spending the past week or two playing Roblox on his IPad while eating Doritos mixed with Skittles.

Look, don’t even judge until you try, it’s actually pretty good!

But anyways, as Mikey was playing Flee the Facility, he randomly came to terms with the fact that he needed to steal some of his brother’s clothes for today…

Random thought, I know. 

The youngest has (and always will) politely take his brother’s clothes during the Summer— preferably hoodies and/or shirts. It’s basically a forced hand-me-down/Yard sale the youngest turtle always looks forward to. And today marked the 29th of June— 8 days from June 22nd. 

And if you’re unfamiliar, the 22nd of June marked the official end of Spring and official start of Summer! So the smallest turtle’s annual raid of his elder brother’s clothes was loooooong overdue. 

Last Summer, Mikey took Raph’s Detroit Become Human t-shirt, his WWE shirt, one of his polos and one of his The Walking Dead t-shirts (Raph had a TON). 

And the Summer before that, Mikey took Leo’s Squidward hoodie. And…yeah. That was basically it— the eldest was a pretty bland guy and there was really nothing worth taking from his wardrobe. 

So if you did your Math correctly, you would realize that this year it was Donnie’s turn. And so that’s what the youngest of the turtle teens was planning…

How the absolute hell could he take some of his immediate older brother’s clothes without taking ALL of them? 

Because believe it or not, the nerdy turtle of the group had a pretty good fashion taste and sense. His style was simple but not too bland or standout-ish. Donnie’s style was just a simple array of sweatshirts— a piece of clothing the smallest turtle could never EVER have too much of. 

But the tech-y turtle of the family definitely did. Just looking at his side of the shared bedroom, you could see sweatshirts and hoodies galore just scattered everywhere. 

The orange banded mutant looked through the sweatshirts and hoodies, trying to figure out which one he should now claim as his own.

A Sailor Moon hoodie? Too bright. 

An MHA sweatshirt? Too basic. 

An Attack on Titan hoodie? Too edgy. 

The youngest sighed in frustration, digging through his brother’s mountain of clothes before settling on a nice black hoodie with Gojo Satoru on it.

…what? Gojo Satoru was cool! Even though the orange banded turtle had only seen him in TikTok edits…those edit’s were pretty fire.

Just like his plan of taking his brother’s anime merch because he simply just could. 

The orange banded teen looked at himself in the mirror right next to Donnie’s tent, humming the popular yet overused tune that Gojo is associated with to himself, trying (and failing) to do the popular dance. 

“Ugh…how did Donnie do it again…?” The chocolate eyed teen inquired, attempting to do the dance one last time before lightly falling on his shell; the other sweatshirts and hoodies breaking his fall. 

“Dude…” A voice giggled behind him.

Mikey’s eyes widened at the sudden but familiar voice, glancing upwards to lock eyes with the one and only Donatello, peering down at him and smirking. 

“DONNIE!” Mikey shouted in surprise, getting up and whirling around so that he faced his immediate older brother as he tried to look as casual as possible, “Donatello! Dee! Don-bon…what’s…up…?” The youngest grimaced, sending awkward finger-guns as the hood to the hoodie fell down, completely covering his eyes due to how big it was on him. 

The elder snickered, putting a hand over his mouth as he tried to stifle them a little. “Oh shut up…” Mikey huffed, taking the hood off as the other turtle chuckled in amusement again, going to his younger brother and standing right next to him.

“My sweatshirt literally engulfs you.” The turtle that wielded glasses chuckled soflty which only caused the youngest to roll his eyes annoyed at the entire situation. “Shut. Up.” He pouted, crossing his arms as he glared at his older brother, “It looks good on me!”

“It swallows you…” The other said back. 

“I’LL SWALLOW YOU!” Mikey retorted, turning away from his brother angrily. 

The purple loving teen sighed fondly and laughed slightly at the automatic retort, raising a teasing brow at his younger brother, “Are you attempting at trying to look like me~?” 

The orange banded turtle blushed profusely, glaring at the other turtle’s question, “HELL NO.”

“Thehen why do you hahave the hoodie I wear literally everywhere? You know damn well Gojo is my go-to anime character of all time.”

Michelangelo grumbled, looking to the side of him as he swayed his arms at his sides. Okay…well, perhaps out of context it did seem like he was trying to look like Donnie. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t.

The only reason why the youngest “steals” clothes from his brother’s is because…well, he can and it’s easy. And it’s just…sorta comforting in a way. Not the stealing part…but…

Look— it’s dumb and confusing don’t think about it too much. 

The elder teen huffed out a small laugh, “Why did you choose my Gojo Satoru hoodie of all things, though?” 

“…I keep seeing him on TikTok and he’s the only anime character that hasn’t made me cry out of cringe in a way...” 

“Ooookay. Good for you, bud.” Donnie nodded, putting his hand out “Now give it here. Me and the TMLBANOT21stC are meeting later today to have a JJK meeting.”

The chocolate eyed turtle blinked, “Your going to…what…?” 

“My club stands for The Most Logical, Big-minded, Anime Nerds of the 21st century. Duh.” The honey brown eyed mutant said sassily, “Now give me back my hoodie or I’ll be late!” 

Mikey blinked once more, a small cheeky smile plastering on his face, “And what if I don’t want to?” 

“Michaelangelo—“ 

And with that, the smallest turtle ran out of the shared room, moving his legs as fast as he could that the other in the room just saw an orange and green blur sprint past him. 

“MIKEY!!!” Donnie howled angrily, running out of the room to catch up with him. The second youngest bumped in between the two eldest turtles, quickly apologizing to them as he ran after the youngest.

The leader in blue scratched his head confused, “Should we…?”

“Nah.” Raph commented. 

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Donnie was internally groaning. If he couldn’t get his hoodie back from his brother in the next 10 minutes he would be late to his own club. 

Imagine that.

…Exactly! You can’t. 

The second youngest looked around the living room, trying to figure out just where his little brother was. In the last couple of years, the honey brown teen didn’t really mind the youngest taking some of his clothes (even if Donnie would’ve preferred him just normally asking).

But Donnie needed this hoodie. More than anything and one way or another he would get it. 

Suddenly…an idea popped into the geniuses brain, smirking widely as he leaned on the wall. He closed the door without stepping outside of the kitchen, still in the room to make it seem like he left. The youngest peeked from behind the couch, him and his brother making immediate eye contact. 

Ha. Got em. 

The anime loving turtle basically lunged at the smaller turtle, sitting on top of him as the other tried to squirm away. “I GOT YOU, YOU LITTLE TURD!” The purple cladded teen smirked triumphantly, crossing his arms and watching amusedly as his little brother tried to escape. 

“Just give me back my hoodie, man. You’re making it seem like I’m asking you for your liver.” 

“YOU DID ONCE!!!” 

“That was for a Bio experiment.” The elder corrected almost immediately, “But that’s not the point just— UGH! Give me my dang hoodie!!!” 

“NO!!!”

The purple banded turtle glared, uncrossing his arms as he wiggled his fingers in the air, “Wanna do this the hard way? Because we can do the hard way, little brother…”

The brown eyed mutant paled, shaking his head back and forth at the question. Well…this didn’t go exactly as planned.

Donnie just scoffed, his hands immediately going for the other’s underarms but Mikey put his arms down, sputtery giggles escaping his mouth as he did so. “P-Plehease! Deehee!”

“Don’t 'plehease Deehee' me! Give back me back my JJK hoodie!”

“BuHUT—“

The elder turtle lost his patience, effortlessly raising the other’s arms as he scribbled his free hand’s fingers all over his underarms. The smallest turtle squawked, falling into loud giggles. He kicked his legs underneath his older brother, “DOHOHON— NOHO!”

“Someone is sensitive here!” Donnie mused.

“STAHAP— I AHAM NAHAT!!”

“You’re not? Not what~? Ticklish~?” The anime loving turtle asked, his smiled widening as he saw how flustered his baby brother was getting. “STAHA— STAHA-! DEEHEE!” Mikey shrieked, “NOHO TEEHEEASING!”

The glasses wielding teen gasped dramatically, “No teasing? You take my hoodie and now you’re telling me what to do?” 

“NONONONO WAH— *squeal* WAHAHAIT!!!”

The tech whiz wasted no time prodding his thumbs on the youngest hips. The brown eyed teen squealed loudly, hugging his middles and just not even trying to stop Donnie’s hands at this point.

The last time he attempted to, his immediate older brother spent the next half an hour scribbling the orange banded teen’s palms…

That was hell in itself and Mikey was not trying to relive that again if he could help it.

“Awe…does this tiiiickle? Is this tickling you~? Maybe that’s cuz you’re reeeaally ticklish here…” 

“IHI— *squeal* QUIHIHIET!” Michelangelo demanded loudly. 

Donnie smiled at the weak retort, kneading the other’s hips harder, “What happened to all that smugness, hm? Where’d it all go, little guy~? Do I have you in a giggly puddle because your tickle tickle ticklish and I’m tickle tickle tickling you~?”

“STAHAHAP *squeal* SAHAHAYING *squeal* THAHAT, AHAHASHOLE!!!”

“Stop saying what~? Tickle? Ticklish—?”

The orange banded teen squealed loudly once more, accidentally cutting his brother off with his teasing. The glasses wielding teen couldn’t help but laugh softly at it, “Awe…look at my baby brother…” Donnie cooed. 

“NAHAHAHA!” The youngest threw his head back in loud laughter as Donnie now tickled the sides of his shell. Mikey arched his back, trying to buck his older brother off of him but Donnie held on easily, continuing to tickle him. 

“PLEHEASE! PLEHEHEASE!!!” 

“'Plehease'? Please what~?”

“JUHUST *squeal* NAHAT *hic* THE SHEHELL!” Mikey despretley cried, turning to his side as other small hiccups followed as the end of the hoodie went up a bit, revealing some of his plastron. 

The honey brown eyed turtle giggled at the perfectly played out action, “Oh…would you look at that~!” He mused, “Last chance to give me back my hoodie, bro.”

The smaller turtle’s eyes widened in realization, looking up at his brother from the corner of his eye, “Yohou *hic* wohohoudn’t…!”

“Oho wouldn’t I~?” Donnie grinned, gently holding Mikey’s waist and blowing multiple upon multiple raspberries on his stomach whilst scribbling his nails on his sides. “DAHAH— *squeal* DAHANNIE!” Mikey cried. 

“Jeez…your mega ticklish here, huh?”

“SHUHUT— GEHET— PLEHEHEASE!!!” The brown eyed teen rambled through his laughs, shaking his head. 

“Why— would— I???” The tech whiz mocked playfully, now blowing raspberries on his little brother’s neck and scribbling his fingers all over his stomach. “NAHAHAT THEHERE!! BROHOHO COHOME OHAHAN!!” The youngest squealed and squeaked. 

Donatello smirked, ceasing his 100% justified attack for a second, “You saying 'nahahat thehere' is genuinely so funny, Mikes. Like, I was going to tickle you here regardless but, hey! Thanks for confirming how badly it tickles for you.”

He resumed his tickling onslaught on his younger brother, the younger brother in question basically falling limp due to how hard he was laughing. The only body parts that were really fighting for his life right now were his legs, that still did not cease desperately kicking the floor. 

The purple banded turtle now started lightly giving ticklish nibbles on his younger brother’s neck as his light scribbles on the smaller turtle’s sides became quick and fast squeezes. “Om nom nom! Hm…you taste like…giggles! And ticklishness~! My favorite food combo!” The elder teased. 

“DEEHEE DEEHEEHEE?! WHAT DOHOES THAHAT EHEHEVEN MEEHEEAN?!?!” Mikey cried desperately, his voice sounding like a tea kettle brewing because of how squeaky and high pitched it was.

“Awe…you haven’t used that nickname for me in ages~! It must tickle that bad, huh?” The glasses wielding turtle cooed.

“IHI *hic* CAHAN’T!”

“You can’t~? Can’t what~?”

“IHIT— *hic* NAHAHAH!” Mikey silently wheezed, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes tight. “Is someone giving me the silent treatment?” Donnie snickered, “Pfft— get it? Cuz you’re laughing silently~? Eh? Eh?”

Okay, even if Mikey was the comedian of the family, he would’ve admitted that was a pretty solid joke if he wasn’t getting slaughtered right now. “FIHINE FIHINE *hic* HAHAVE *hic* IHIHIT BAHACK!!! TAHAKE IHIHIT!! PLEHEASE *hic* JUHUST STAHAHAP *squeal* I’M GOHONNA *squeal* DIHIHIE!!!”

“That would be kiiiiiiiinda funny making your grave honestly.” The tech loving teen smugly said, “Michelangelo Hamato. Reason of death? Being too freaking ticklish.”

“DEEHEEHEE!!!” The youngest cried. Donnie stopped, getting up and laying next to his brother, wrapping him in a side hug which the smaller turtle immediately melted to. “May I plehease hahave my hoodie back?” 

“Ihi juhust sahaid yehehehes!” The orange banded teen groaned, literally throwing the hoodie at his immediate older brother. The anime loving teen smiled, putting on the hoodie as he grinned in triumph. “For real real. I feel like new...” He said to himself proudly. 

And if the youngest knew his brother (which he did), that was probably a quote that that Gojo fellow has said. 

“Oh! And by the way, little bro. My club doesn’t have a meet up today. It’s tomorrow.” Donnie snickered, walking away and leaving Mikey left in complete and utter awe. 

That freaking asshole.

Okay, well now Mikey’s definitely taking that MHA hoodie next year.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[lovemail-lopbunny]

you're pretty :D

!!!

[akkivee]

Kuukou is the perfect boy. He's a menace. He's a gentle soul. He's a disney princess. He causes problems on purpose. He fixes people. He needs to fix himself. He's baby. I love him.

he’ll btch about rainy weather but will see a froggy on the side of the road and decide to share his sardines with it bc it’s the same colour as his raincoat he is literally like actually too precious for this world

[residentdormouse]

[aricastmblr]

Feliz Cumpleaños Jhope 2025 - hobijikookmin juntos

[drugg133b1tch]

Someone tell this to my psychiatrist pls

[mariadelrefugioquintana]

💫𝐀𝐂É𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄...✨🫶🏽💫

a los que cantan canciones,

a los que cuentan historias,

a los que siempre sonrien,

a los que son diferentes,

a los que aman la vida.

✨Acércate,

a los que nada prometen,

a los que todo lo cumplen,

a los que siempre te llaman,

a los que te valoran,

a los que te tienen en cuenta,

a los que no tienen envidia.

💫Acércate,

a los que de verdad te quieren,

a los que te miran bonito,

a los que tienen respuestas,

a los que no hacen preguntas,

a los que cuando aparecen,

te alegran el dia.

[armando-triplepapito]

Ig purple is their color😂💜

[pr1nc3ss-w1ll0w-ch4n]

‧˚꒰🌸୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ: ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ᴜsᴇʀs, ᴏᴠᴇʀᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, sᴄᴀᴍᴍᴇʀs ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴀɴ ᴍᴇ. ɪ'ᴍ sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ. (,,>﹏<,,)

ꉂ🥩˖ * 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮:

🌀 𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗲: 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 🧁 𝗔𝗴𝗲: 𝟮𝟭 🍰 𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆: 𝗙𝗲𝗯 𝟮𝟲 🎀 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿: 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹 🍨 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀: 𝗦𝗵𝗲/𝗛𝗲𝗿/𝗛𝗲𝗿𝘀/𝗛𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 💤 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: 𝗖𝘂𝘁𝗲❟ 𝗾𝘂��𝗲𝘁❟ 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 🎒 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿: 𝗔𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆❟ 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀❟ 𝗮𝗱𝗵𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 🥞 𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗱: 𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆 🍼 𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸: 𝗦𝗼𝗱𝗮 🎧 𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀: 𝗖𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲❟ 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮❟ 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲❟ 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲❟ 𝗰𝗼𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗪𝗲𝗯𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲 ⭐ 𝗙𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝗡𝗲𝘄𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝘂𝗱

︶ ⏝ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ⏝ ︶ ⏝ ︶

𖦹🧁୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ｡💊𖦹°‧ 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝: ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆💉༉‧₊˚.

𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘨 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵 🍄 𝘒𝘪𝘳𝘣𝘺 💤 𝘔𝘪𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 🍬 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 🦴 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 🍮 𝘠𝘰-𝘒𝘢𝘪 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 🐾

──────── ୨୧ ──────── ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞. ˚.🎀༘⋆

[smileflowcr]

Las ojeras en su rostro y el bostezo que escapa de sus labios son una de las muchas pruebas que está realmente cansado. Ni siquiera cuando tiene turnos de veinte cuatro horas se siente tan agotado como cuando tiene seminarios importantes y él, como participante activo, expone sus avances en los experimentos que lleva durante meses. Fingir una sonrisa para doctores y científicos que denotan celos camuflados por lindas palabras era lo peor, junto con estrechar las manos y hablar sobre una futura reunión para debatir temas importantes que jamás llegará, pues Seungwon no está interesado en hacer más amigos de los que ya tiene, en especial aquellos lobos disfrazados de ovejas. Por suerte todo ese sufrimiento había terminado antes de lo previsto y puede acurrucarse en los brazos de su novio, quien últimamente está muy interesado en la cocina y se le hacía agua la boca pensar en qué buffet tendría listo para ambos, a cambio le lleva una caja de chocolates finos que recibió tras su charla. Sin embargo, al llegar a casa todo se encontraba en silencio a pesar de estar las luces del primero piso encendidas e hizo que el joven hematólogo dudase si el más alto estaba en casa, llamando un par de veces antes de dejar sus cosas sobre la mesa y recorrer la casa en su búsqueda, ya que Yohan nunca sale sin avisar. Logra divisar la bolsa del contrario y eso lo calma un poco, pero cuando decide marcar a su celular escucha un extraño ruido viniendo del sótano, lugar donde ambos tenían laboratorios para continuar sus investigaciones desde casa. Seungwon baja las escaleras con cuidado y nota la luz a través de la puerta, no se molesta en tocar deduciendo que el otro será incapaz de escucharlo al estar tan concentrado en su trabajo. “Aquí estás, pude escapar antes del evento y traje unos dulces para compartir después de nuestra cen—” las palabras mueren en su boca al momento que entra al sitio y presta mayor atención al ambiente. Hay alguien sobre la cama bien iluminada, que dirige sus ojos abiertos y cargados de dolor al más bajo, intentando balbucear algo pero no logra entender. Puede ver una herida sangrante en su pecho y abdomen, con unos órganos asomándose sobre la piel. Quiere creer que está alucinando pero cuando intenta acercarse para comprobar si es cierto o no, sus pies le traicionan y retroceden en lugar de avanzar. “Yohan— ¿Qué demonios haces?” pregunta con voz débil, el miedo comienza a invadir su cuerpo, las piernas tiemblan y siente los latidos de su corazón retumbar sobre los oídos en el instante que mira el monitor conectado a la camilla, aquel que mostraba los signos vitales y que le confirman lo más terrorífico de la escena: la persona aún está viva.

[acanthus-aster-sdv]

Hey, friend! How have you been?

@silviastdvasks

Hi, Silvia! I'm doing well here. I'm still recovering from my encounter with Vyra, but again, I'm okay. What about you?

[starchasersunseeker]

When do you think they will start to realize that Fanon Regulus is just Lily Evans if she gave into her teen angst?

When do you think they will start to realise that I actually don't give a fuck about any of this?

I love my Reggie, my Lily, my Barty etc

I. Don't. Care.

I literally don't give a fuck what you guys consider canon and what not and what's 'good' and 'bad'

I like my babies and that's where it's at for me 🤷

[fisherpiers]

Luz lounged on the couch, reading the latest book in the Azura series. Well, maybe couch was the wrong word. She was lounging on Hunter, but he was on the couch, so basically the same thing. His lap was comfy, alright?

Sure she accidentally dropped the book on her face a few times, but she wasn’t about to sacrifice the closeness she had with him to sit up and read normally.

Hunter himself was engrossed in a video game. Breath of the Wild, if the noises from the tv were any indication. Luz could hear the shrine music, and a lot of humphs, both from Link and from Hunter as he played. But he had gotten quiet. Quiet enough for her to pull her book out of her face to covertly check him out.

He looked spaced out. She took a moment to admire him before he saw her looking at him and turned to meet her gaze. they stared at each other, not immediately breaking the eye contact, like you’d do when a stranger caught you looking. Luz raised an eyebrow in silent question.

Hunter looked away sheepishly. He paused the game, and rubbed the back of his neck. His eyes flitted about just a second, as if he were deciding if he should say anything or not.

“You’re over Amity, right?”

Luz sighed, and found her bookmark on the coffee table.

“Yeah…” she stared straight at the ceiling in an attempt to not see whatever concerned look he was giving her, “I’d say I am,”

“I feel guilty because. We dated for all of high school. That’s like forever!” she snorted, “but I don’t.. I don’t even miss her.”

Hunter turned his head in question, one of his ears cocked. It was adorable, like a puppy, Luz thought.

“You don’t miss her?”

“No. No I don’t,” she fiddled with her hands, “and that’s bad, Hunt. I should be devastated right now. It was a four year old relationship, and I don’t miss her. I think I stopped missing her, like, last year even.”

“Well yeah, she was a major bitch that you held onto because of your fear of loneliness—“

“Hey! I told you to stop analyzing me,” Luz laughed.

“Stop being so decipherable.”

“I don’t think that’s a word,” Luz poked his nose with her finger.

“It is, I promise,” he swatted her hand away.

“You’re just saying that so you can cheat in scrabble.”

“What? How.” Hunter asked incredulously.

“You start using all these big words, and then I won’t question you when you make one up to play on the scrabble board. It’s a long con.”

Hunter shook his head, but smiling too big to imply any actual reproach, “You’re ridiculous.”

Luz stuck her tongue out and Hunter matched it. They playfully pushed and shoved until they got tired.

Hunter went back to gaming, and Luz tried to go back to her book. Emphasis on tried. She just read and reread the same paragraph over and over again, too lost in thought.

“Back to what we were talking about…” Luz sighed, “It’s been a month, Hunter. It’s only been a month. I’ve been single for a month. And I couldn’t give a flying fuck.”

Hunter paused his game again, “So, over her over her, huh?”

“Yeah,” she huffed, crossing her arms, “Wait… Why did you ask? Did I look mopey? Did you think I looked mopey?”

“No, no, its just…”

“Just?”

Hunter before looked behind him, scanning the living room/kitchen and making sure the place was empty. He put down the switch controller on the coffee table.

Before she knew what was happening, he slipped his hands behind her head and shoulders, and quickly pulled her up to crash his lips to hers.

And ‘crash’ is correct, it was rather aggressive. He bumped their noses together, even. Fast, nervous, and sloppy. But electric, all the same.

Luz could feel her eyebrows hit her hairline as he pulled away. Her heart skipped. She couldn’t believe he’d do something like that. And it felt.. Right?

It felt like she had just found the missing puzzle piece she accidentally dropped on the floor. It was like something clicked into place right in that fleeting moment. The mysteries of the universe had been revealed to her.

Hunter stared at Luz, nervous for an answer.

“Oh,” was all she could mutter. Her brain felt like melted ice cream. “Oh.”

Goddammit. She’s read enough fanfic to know that that italicized oh means she’s a goner.