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I’ll try to stop reblogging stuff guys I’m sorry

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I’m so hungry for Donnie

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ROTTMNT Voice Cast.

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More Marvel Vs Capcom Infinite shots of Rocket for your viewing pleasure lol.

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that scene from knives out

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I’m so tired it’s 4am and I gotta be awake in an hour bc I have a long day ahead of me bro wthhhhh

😭😭😭😭

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Something Borrowed

Tatamae

You and Gyutaro are in the same class, he needs a favor, you oblige. You convince yourself it’s just out of politeness, but it slowly becomes something more.

Warnings: None, but he get a nose bleed? Just fluff, honestly. Romance if you squint. Written as gender neutral but Gyutaro is “the man™️”

It started off with Gyutaro groaning to himself during notes, he was fidgety, looking around in his seat the whole time and internally screaming. You had tried to ignore his disturbance—despite having class with Gyutaro and knowing him since middle school you never spoke to him.

It was hard to not know Gyutaro, you mused to yourself. The infamous older brother to Ume, a scary delinquent. You remember it so clearly, he was squirming in his seat before sighing and pressing his face to his chest.

It was pathetic, but in a cute way.

You remembered cringing for thinking that about him too, after all, he was supposed to be scary.

Nonetheless, you had turned to him, meekly, and asked him what is wrong. To which he seemed flustered, then groaned, sinking into his seat. He had told you:

“I was so caught up this morning and in such a rush to get here, I’d forgotten to bring a pencil to class.” With a dismissive wave of his hand.

Fifteen minutes of class had passed by now, ten minutes of notes.

You felt bad for Gyutaro, you knew he was rude and a bully, but you also knew he was taking care of his sister, you couldn’t help but wonder if she was the reason he forgotten his pencil.

“I have a spare one, it’s a mechanical pencil if that’s alright?”

And he rapidly nodded his head, and exclaimed a thank you - and your teacher immediately scolded Gyutaro for not paying attention.

You grabbed your pencil case, taking your mechanical pencil out, you passed it to him, and he thanked you.

In the middle of switching classes, you tapped on his shoulder, and immediately he pleaded,

“Can I keep it for next period? Please?”

You shook your head.

“You can keep it for as long as you need, as long as you don’t lose it. But…” You explained, before continuing. “Do you want to copy off the notes you missed?” Extending your notebook, Gyutaro was all too quick to sneakily take his phone out, snap a picture of the pages, and slide it back into his pocket with a thankful grin.

“Thank you, thank you,” he bowed with his head.

“It’s nothing.”

That’s how it started off, then next it was you realizing he didn’t bring lunch to school.

During lunch you remained inside class, and Gyutaro left to the stairways, but you couldn’t help but notice the way his stomach grumbled after lunch, that was peculiar.

You don’t know what possessed you to do this, but it became habit to bring him rice balls. You wanted to give him money for lunch, but you felt that would make him feel pathetic.

Then it was Gyutaro constantly telling you “If anyone bothers you, you can tell me, ya know.” Gruffly but full of a gentleness that surprised you.

You did get the occasional teasing for being nice to Gyutaro, but you wouldn’t go as far to say you’re acquaintances with him, let alone friends.

It was just being nice.

That’s what you told yourself, and you wondered what he told himself about it.

You didn’t think anyone was nice to him outside of obligation and fear, and that included you.

You were raised to be nice, that why you didn’t tremble when you gave him things, that’s why you didn’t talk bad about Gyutaro behind his back.

That’s why—

“Do you have a tissue?” Gyutaro asked, hand covering his nose, blood dripped onto his lip and he was quick to lick it off.

You shivered from the sight, “Y-yeah, I do…” you mumbled as you reached into your bag, rummaging through it as you pulled out a generous amount of tissues and handed them to Gyutaro. “Why don’t you go to the nurse?” You asked.

“Thanks,” Gyutaro grabbed them and applied them to his nose, letting out a sigh. You noticed his face was slightly bruised. “The nurse’ll ask me how it happened, and I don’t have the excuse of oh it’s hot outside, so my nose is bleeding,” Gyutaro said, casually. You were scared at the implication, and he noticed that. “What? You scared ‘cause I got in a fight?”

And yet you shook your head.

“Tch. Figures.” He rasped, switching tissues and awkwardly held the bloodied tissue in his other hand. “You should see the other guy.”

Cheesy, you thought. You hadn’t heard anyone say that outside of western films.

“Oh yeah?” You dropped the politeness, becoming more friendly. Gyutaro didn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah.” He said, simply. “Didn’t last too long, honestly. We almost got caught and stopped figthin’ but uhh,” he trailed off. “Let’s jus say he ain’t so pretty anymore.” He smirked.

“I have a feeling this is something I’m better off not questioning.” You said, and he snickered, he didn’t say anything at all.

You felt the eyes of your classmates on you as Gyutaro spoke to you, blood dripping from his nose. He’s gonna feel light headed later, you thought.

And even as you felt their stares, you kept talking to him, Gyutaro noticed that.

Now, this is how it was going.

The started off uncharacteristically sunny, you had looked outside your window in the morning to see the oh so bright sun and you thought it would be a warm day.

Then, once you were in class, it had stared to rain.

As your last class of the day ended, you were wholly unprepared.

No umbrella and not so much as your sweater.

You went to leave class when Gyutaro grabbed you by your wrist and tugged you in.

It was the first time you felt scared, and you began to wonder if you did anything wrong, a thousand thoughts ran through your mind as he looked down at you, chin slightly upwards.

“You know it’s raining, right?” He asked, you merely nodded. “You’re smarter than this, at least I thought so.” He groaned, like he was annoyed with you. “Listen, I gotta keep my umbrella because I’m a good brother who has to give it to my forgetful sister,” he explained, gesturing with his hand as he spoke. “But I can give you my hoodie.” He said, immediately unzipping it and giving you quite literally, the clothes off of his back. He pulled it off, and handed the fumbled piece of clothing to you.

“No, no, I can’t accept this from you, Gyutaro, I mean you’d get cold and-“ you gave your first rejection.

Gyutaro shoved his hoodie closer to you, the fabric nearly grazed your chest.

“It’s too much, really. You need it, I couldn’t possibly…” your second, obligatory rejection.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” Gyutaro snarled at you, and you smiled softly. “Take the damn thing. I’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, I’m grateful, I really do appreciate it, Gyu—“

“Consider it payback, you do a lot for me, anyways.” He tugged on the collar of his shirt. He looked at you, as if considering something. “well… I have a sister to find.” He said, walking past you and leaving the classroom.

You followed suit, throwing his hoodie on and zipping it up, then throwing the hood over your head.

You walked home in the rain, protected by his hoodie, when you went home you washed it, and then the next morning you sprayed it with a perfume, you didn’t want to admit why you did.

The next day, you promptly gave it back to Gyutaro, and you continued the day like normal.

However, just like yesterday, he tugged on your wrist.

Only it wasn’t in class, it was when you were leaving your locker, you’d just changed out of your slippers, and your phone was in your dominant hand.

“Oi,” he stopped you from leaving the school grounds. His eyes flickered to your phone. “It should be against the law I don’t have your number yet.” He grabbed your phone from your hand, immediately clicking furiously. He texted himself on your phone, then handed it back to you. “See you tomorrow.” He turned his back to you, waving as you walked off.

You had gotten all too close to Shabana, and you weren’t sure if that upset you or not.

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Biblically accurate Rise turtles, with Raf who is basically Gamera and I died a little inside drawing Donnie...

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😁😁 why he urple

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I think Fugo was really emotional as a kid in general. Like I think if he had things to be happy about he would have been really happy too, but he was stressed and frustrated all the time.

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fantaspriteplaya

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How could you ever resist teasing this dude.

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OHMY GOD SO I JUAT PLAYED AKINATOR AND TRIED TO MAKE HIM GUESS HIMSELF BUT HE KEPT ASKING IF THE PERSON I WAS THINKING OF WAS GAY AND HAD A BOYFRIEND AND I JUST KEPT PRESSING YES AND THEN

LOOK AT HIS SMUG FACE

AKINATORS BOYFRIEND

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lmaoooo glad someone said something about my reference

Please join it would make my friend happy it’s so empty… 🥹🥹🥹

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