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Hey, Unity! smoothturtle0's Donnie is being an a**hole to his son!

Not for long. Unity surely is gonna take Anthonello with her and raised him as her own if it really needed!

@Smoothturtle0 I think it's a message 🤔

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Hardest part of writing is accepting that some people will not fucking get it & you just have to like cope with that because over-explaining it just makes it worse

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Friendly reminder that you should

Write that fic

Draw your OC

Redesign that blorbo

Plan that comic how you want

Create the content you want to see

Be cringe

Be free

The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!

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Reblog if you've found friendship because of your fandoms.

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This is the first doodle I've made of little Paolo!

He's just chilling in Raph's safe arms, bordeline falling asleep. Little goober.

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I’m not perfect and I’m not pretending to be. I’m a human. it’s messy and imperfect. I have desires and feelings. I make mistakes, I want things I don’t have, I struggle with things. I try my best. the more close relationships you have you realise most people have deep issues that will probably never be fully resolved but you love each other anyway

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Random Turtle Thoughts...

Adult Rise Leo x Adult Reader

(doing something a little different with this one - hope you enjoy)

You were exhausted.

Mentally.

Emotionally.

Physically.

Economically? .......

Sure. Why the hell not? You were economically tired too. Whatever that meant. Was that even a thing? Whatever. Point was - you were just tired. All the way around.

A shortage at work promptly followed by one crisis after another had your boss pulling all remaining hands-on deck to ride out the hell storm. The strain of which was now evident by the dark circles under your eyes. A once bright and eager expression now resembling what probably looked like a freshly turned zombie. What was once long, silky hair flowing in perfectly tousled waves now neglected in a saggy, would-be messy bun not so much on the top of your head.

Hell, all of you was neglected at this point. Your hair. Your wardrobe. Your body. Between running on coffee, Mt Dew, some very much not-real ramen and a deep vein of resentment for both the workplace and the structure of the country which dictated you needed money in which to survive - and the fact you were neither coordinated enough to be a stripper nor could you be taken seriously as a drug dealer - it was all you could do to even keep your eyes open at this point. To keep your thoughts coherent. Keep your car between the lines; just like they'd prepared you for all those years in elementary school by coloring inside the...

Wait a minute. You lived in New York now. You didn't drive anywhere anymore.

Whatever. Point still stood.

Your boyfriend of nearly a full year was the only thing that kept you afloat during this time. You were sure of it. His arrogant persona, constant antics and showboating ironically offering you levity from the weight threatening to crush you. It was like he was carefree. In a moment which you were anything but. He was your breath of fresh air. Your moment of calm in the hurricane. Even though he himself wasn't calm.

He was just the balm needed to soothe your weary soul. Chasing away the cloud of doom and gloom away from the top of your head. Your light, guiding you through the dark.

And like all things in life, you knew this would pass. You wouldn't always be this pathetic. This self-neglected. This tired.

Just a few more days. You could do it. Just keep trudging on, you told yourself. Just a little longer. Then you could sleep. And maybe summon enough energy to shave your legs. Almost there. You'd reward your beau for sticking it out with you then.

But that was right about the time your lover decided to announce that he had grand plans for your one-year anniversary looming on the horizon.

Suddenly your chest felt a little tighter.

Anniversary? One year?

On one hand - YAY!

On the other - still no rest.... (cue one single tear making its pathetic appearance and slowly pirouetting down your cheek to the sound of a lone violin playing somewhere in the back of your head)

But this was your love. The man you'd fallen head over heels for. The one you'd willing commit heinous crimes and several smaller felonies for. You loved him. With all your heart. Felt like the luckiest damn person in the world to be the one he loved in kind.

And this was a big milestone for both of you! It needed to be celebrated! Not to mention Leo looked like he might implode from sheer giddiness with whatever plan he had concocted behind that blue mask of his.

You couldn't crush him with your exhaustion. Couldn't make him feel like you weren't just as excited about this new upcoming event. You could do it. Just a little longer..."

Then Leo started saying stuff. Clearly leaking out bits of his "big surprise" for you. Using phrases like, " you'll need to buckle-up, buttercup" and "get ready to get strapped in" and "knock your socks off" when hinting at what he had in store for you. Each time giving you *that* look. His smirk darkening as his eyes focused on your lips. His stance over you shifting to almost predatory.

Your breath started slipping free a little more like a whine now. And not in a good way.

His hints and behavior had to mean your boyfriend had something physically demanding in mind. Something that would take both energy and effort. On your part. With his freaking mutated and highly conditioned stamina, you'd be in for whatever it was for a LONG time too no doubt.

(So tired...)

The week drug itself along mercilessly slow. Each day marking one step closer to your reprieve. Right after your anniversary celebrations with Leo that was.

Damnit! Why did you have to be so tired?! This was something you should be looking forward to! Not curling your lips back in a forced smile as time nudged you closer and closer. You wanted to be happy! Wanted to be excited for it! Hell, you wanted to enjoy it!

Thank goodness, Leo didn't seem to notice the way your shoulders slumped a little more each time he brought it up.

You were just so very tired.

The big day arrived. (cue confetti and horns trumpeting or something like that)

You summoned enough willpower to take a real shower. You scrubbed your hair. Shaved those yeti-looking limbs and pits of yours. Even lotioned up and wiggled your way into a snug, sleeveless dress with a sweetheart neckline in his shade of blue.

Quickly placing the collector's edition of Jupiter Jim's Conga-line Against Time comic book into the dollar store gift bag along with the card, you hurried out your front door. All the while worried you hadn't done enough. This was your one-year anniversary for crying out loud! Surely you should have done something more or gotten him a more impressive gift.

There just wasn't the time. Or the energy.

Hopefully he'd at least get a good chuckle out of the card you'd picked for him.

WITHOUT YOU, I'D BE LOST. AND HORNY. LOST AND HORNY.

You'd make it up to him. After you got the rest you so badly needed.

Arriving at the lair, Leo greeted you in those damn delicious grey sweatpants - his own lingerie. The ones that hung dangerously low on those slutty hips of his. The ones that instantly sent your brain to the gutter because they gave you just a peak of what you knew was just beneath. And it made you nearly desperate to find it.

(Huh. Being so stupidly tired suddenly made it perfectly clear to understand why guys go apeshit for their partner in lingerie. Who-da thunk?)

Leo wasted no time in pulling you in tight for a toe-curling kiss. His tongue instantly slipping inside your mouth to stroke your own. All while his hands, strong and calloused yet soft and reverent, slid around to the small of your back. Pulling you in tighter as his fingers slipped up to pull at the zipper of your dress.

Okay. Maybe you could muster the energy for this.

But just as soon as you were ready to drape your arms around his neck, Leo broke the kiss. A cheeky smirk of knowing full well what he'd done rewarding your huff of annoyance.

"Soon, mi reina," he cooed. "But first we have the customary gift exchange."

You swallowed a little thickly as you handed over your gift to him. To your relief, his eyes lit up with genuine appreciation. And he did chuckle at your card.

"Very good, hermosa." His muscular arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in against his chiseled physique as he guided you towards his bedroom. "I'd be more than happy to help you with this," he virtually purred, holding up your card. "But first -"

Here it was. The moment of truth. You summoned whatever reserves of energy from the caffeine you'd chugged on the way down. Time to see what you needed to "buckle-up" for.

But as Leo opened his bedroom door for you, your eyes were not met with some convoluted swing for tying you up in. It wasn't an intimidating book of 150+ ways to get freaky with our partner. It wasn't even rose petals on the bed with candles lit.

In the middle of Leo's room was an oversized beanbag chair, some cartons from your favorite Chinese takeout place, two glasses with your favorite bottle of cheap bubbly wine and a YouTube video of a fire crackling on his TV along with a stack of comic books. A pair of his shorts and one of his hoodies that you often borrowed when spending the night lay ready for you to don at the edge of his bed.

Your mouth fell open. Turning back quickly to face your lover, your eyes were met with a warm smile.

"Surprise, mi amor," Leo said softly.

He held up his gift for you, a comic book you yourself had been wanting to add to your collection. Tears, happy tears, swelled in your eyes.

Leo leaned in close, his nose kissing yours as he whispered, "Will you do me the honor of cuddling up and reading some comic books with me tonight?"

You have to giggle. The relief. The genuine joy. The tiredness.

"Let me take care of you." He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. "What do you say?"

"I say, I love you," you breathe as you wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight.

He returns your embrace. Buries his snout in the curve of your neck to breathe you in.

"Te amo, mi reina."

Effortlessly scooping you into his arms, Leo carries you past the threshold of his doorway and closes the door softly behind him.

He knows you're tired. He's been watching you push yourself all week. But now, he has you all to himself.

And he is going to ensure you get all the rest you need.

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The End! Hope you enjoyed!

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Chocolate Crinkle Cookies are soft, melt-in-your-mouth fudgy chocolate cookies that taste a lot like brownies with a bit of a chewy texture. The dough is rolled in a thick coating of powdered sugar and then baked, giving it that beautiful crinkled appearance.

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Lemon Blueberry French Toast

by Chocolates & Chai

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im so serious about this but if youre autistic and especially if youre chronically ill creative labour cannot be your only way to relax. working on a creative project is still working. take time to do nothing. its good for you i promise.

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Wait what's a buildings fire evacuation plan if you aren't supposed to use the elevator to get down

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My take on some fantasy wheelchair designs for scar's season 10 characters

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Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.

You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.

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Pile of turts Donnie's :D