after careful consideration of all the options represented to me, i have come to a conclusion on which minecraft mobs the turtles would be
Donnie: Enderman
Raph: Warden
Leo: Charged Creeper
Mikey: Blaze
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“Oh, but you see, Kazansky,” the boy looks down at him and smiles. Engulfed by the honey-gold haze of a sharp summer sun, the sweetest, most reckless thing he’s ever seen. “I am dangerous!”
And there’s something about that smile, guilelessly fluttering across his flushed face like a hummingbird taking flight, that digs into Tom’s chest like the gentlest of knives. Cleaves its way between his ribs.
Fills his heart with light.
It’s strange, how quickly it all happens. How startlingly unremarkable it really is. How Tom takes a deep breath, lets the faint wisps of warm vanilla sugar trickle down his too-dry throat, closes his eyes, and just knows: he might’ve entered this quaint house in the middle of nowhere with a firm plan in mind to destroy any chances his father had of securing a betrothal (even if that meant stooping low-enough to make a thirteen-year-old cry) but hurting Pete Mitchell in any shape or form, wouldn’t sit right with his conscience.
Knows that there’s no reason why Mrs Mitchell should be so intent on finding her son a match at such short notice, especially when he’s so young. (Especially when she doesn’t seem like one of those parents that unfortunately, aren’t all that uncommon in the Navy: who think their omega children have little value beyond the connections they can help forge via bonding and marriage.)
Recognizes dire straits when they’re staring him in the face: the thinly-veiled distress in Mrs Mitchell’s dull green eyes; the worn dress shirt that’s almost two sizes too big for Pete — that he was probably supposed to grow into several months ago, but never did; the stale scent of grief and pain that clings to even the most carefully-polished surface of their home.
Finds himself thinking that maybe, it isn’t all that strange. Maybe, he could spend the rest of his life with this boy. Finding out what makes him smile. What makes him laugh. What is his favorite dream to dream.
In the end, it all comes down to this: Sometimes, you meet a person and it feels like you’ve known them your entire life. A quiet sense of belonging settles in your bones, and you realize you’d do anything to keep them happy and secure.
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I had literally never given much thought to Jin Guangyao before, except for the fact that the man has had all the audacity and more–
But as I am mostly done with the second book, I feel a burning hatred towards him.
How fucking dare he? Who the fuck does he think he is?
His heart is a nasty, shriveled, and blackened piece of useless coal because how does he bite the hand that reached out to him and held him up when he was nothing?
He truly had no shame, absolutely none, and neither did he have a human soul because what he did to Nie Mingjue was sickening. I can't stand him. I would personally like nothing more than to run a sword through him, then rip him apart.
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absolutely lost and enamoured: algorithm recommended a couple of facebook groups for me, this time about old houses and restoration and returning historical homes to their former glory from underneath years of paint and lacquer and wallpaper and carpet.
good gods imagine living in a house built in 1800s. what a wonderful ghost must it be, sated and satisfied, and murmuring with past and curiosity.
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so I got into dyeing fabrics while I was away, and lemme tell you, I'm living the dream-- at last I can have both cute, dynamic colors AND the familiar textural comfort of Big Box Store 28-Count Monaco AKA the only fabric I want to stitch on for the rest of my life
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Thinking about Jimin makes my nipples hard.
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Ask 2: Hi BPP,
Do you think it's bad that I don't find any member of BTS that good looking? I don't understand what the fans are raving about when it comes to looks? If I really had to pick one, I guess Jimin is alright but that's because he has an interesting face. It's a good mix of Eastern and western features.
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Ask 3: It's me again bpp!! Did you see Joonie's live?
HOW DOES HE ALWAYS LOOK SO GOOD I WANTED TO FOCUS ON WHAT HE WAS SAYING AND BE SAD BUT HE MAKES ME SO FUCKING FERALLL.
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Ask 4: I don't know if this is appropriate for the content of your blog Bpp, but I just noticed Yoongi has anime eyes, while Jimin has a Neoclassism butt. Is it just me? Jimin's butt always shows in stark relief with everything around it. The winding flourish of his ass crack, and the crinkled curvature of his buttocks where it meets his thigh makes me feel like I'm looking at art from the Neoclassism era when I look at him. Then I look at Yoongi and see his eyes look like a character from Free! anime. Did you ever watch that anime by the way?
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Hi Anon(s),
I have nothing to say, I just feel you should all get to know each other.
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Just wanna draw gg's hand on dd's pretty throat.
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has anyone ever written a fic where, after the soulbond is broken, strickler develops hanahaki disease because, even though his love is returned, barbara can’t remember how she feels for him anymore and he’s perfectly fine with coughing up lilies until he dies if it means respecting her wishes but then nomura randomly shows up and calls him an overdramatic shithead before dragging him home to arcadia oaks so he can right his wrongs, remind barbara of their love, and help save the world?
cause i’d totally read it if someone has
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