#Tiffany turtle

[hookedatweiss]

Please allow me to introduce my Tiffany turtle. 🥰 🐢

Sooo, I recently had this reblog to grace my dash with an awesome crochet 'stained glass square' by Cookie Snob Crochet.

The square was still floating through my daydreams when the dock turtles (yellow belly slider terrapins) arrived for their afternoon snack.

I really couldn't NOT do the crochet, right? I mean, just crochet the stained glass circle part and then cap it for a shallow bowl shape.

My Tiffany's feets were fashioned after the 'baby sea turtle' by Whistle and Ivy. I think they worked perfectly for this project.

Tiff's belly was made flat and stitched with a wide hem on her front side to better display her signature 'yellow belly'. 🐢

Thank you! 😁

[queerliblib]

Queer books?? fuck yeah. Indigenous Queer books for Indigenous Heritage Month??!? even better.

[gebo4482]

TMNT: Mutant Mayhem

Artist: Kellan Jett / Tiffany Lam / Sean Sevestre

[blueiskewl]

TIFFANY STUDIOS 'Geometric and Turtle-Back Tile' Table Lamp 1910

With an internally illuminated 'Crutch Oval' base with 'Turtle-Back' band. Leaded glass, Favrile glass, patinated bronze. Shade with small tag impressed TIFFANY STUDIOS NEW YORK. Base impressed with Tiffany Studios monogram. 22 in. (55.9 cm) high, 16 in. (40.7 cm) diameter of shade.

[minisinmedia]

Jessie Spano

Lisa Turtle

[wouldshesnip]

Kelly Kapowski, Lisa Turtle, and Jessie Spano (Saved by the Bell)

Kelly Kapowski is the classic All-American girl-next-door. Circumcision probably isn't something she's ever really thought that much about, but only because she assumed it's always done. Her brothers are all probably circumcised, and her All-American high school boyfriend (who she later marries) is probably circumcised as well. When her son was born in 2004, she wouldn't have thought twice about what to do.

Lisa Turtle's mother is a surgeon, and in high school she worked in the hospital as a candy striper, so she probably grew up believing circumcision should be routine for hygienic reasons (and fashion reasons). But, sometime after she graduated college, Lisa moved to Paris where she still lives in the present day, so over the years her opinion has probably shifted to that of the average French woman.

Jessie Spano spent her high school years in an on-again off-again relationship with A.C. Slater, who's Latino. Slater's actor Mario Lopez has mentioned several times that he's uncircumcised in real life (which is to be expected for someone of Mexican descent), so one can only assume that Slater is as well. Jessie probably giggled about it to Kelly and Lisa about it at cheerleading practice when they first started dating, but by senior year she must have gotten used to it. Considering the fact that she's still hung up on him decades later, she probably came to prefer it as well.

Would She Snip?: Yes, no, no

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[pocoslip]

Nice to see Tiffany having her First Ever TMNT Game Cameo because someone out there probably wants to see her in a new Video Game maybe.

(i didn’t even know burne thompson’s ”girlfriend” has a name before looking her up and found more sprites for her that got cut from shredder’s revenge)

[oddlykilledghosts]

Breakfast At Tiffany’s - Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Rafe surprises you with a trip to New York during Christmas, and a stop at a shop you could never afford

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x pogue!reader

Nothing felt real. 

Well, maybe it actually felt a little bit too real. Too good to be true. Maybe falsified by some ancient god for some universal prank. But you didn’t care. You were sitting in the backseat of a taxi with your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, and life was perfect. Life couldn’t have been more perfect. It was snowing outside, a blaze of white flickering past the window and landing on the cars passing by. A sight you had never seen before, and your eyes glazed over watching the snowfall from outside the car.

You were leaning on Rafe’s shoulder, having been a little sleep deprived lately because of work and trying to find time to spend with friends when you weren’t working, which were both equally stressful. Rafe’s arm was protectively around you, and also radiating heat from inside his jacket. And it felt a little alright to take a break from thinking about those small amounts of stress when you were bundled up next to the Kook.

The other day, when this all began, had started out just right. Perfect sun, no clouds in the Outer Banks, and temperature of low 50s; the coldest you liked in your hometown. You had stayed over at Rafe’s the previous night, and he had pretty much insisted you do so. Unfortunately, you could never really say no to your boyfriend. But Tannyhill was also big and glorious and you never minded staying there instead of The Cut. 

After you had begun dating, it was typical of you to stay there most nights, with Rafe’s room becoming a second hideaway from the world. His room had its own bathroom, where you had showered and cleaned up before the day had started. And you kept your own things there; strawberry scented shampoo, face wash, a toothbrush, and a few other necessities. Rafe had made his space your own. The only problem was trying not to let Ward in on your little secret. You were Ward’s favorite of the pogues, only when you weren’t a group of meddling kids, but you doubted he would approve of your sleepover situation. And if he did know of it, he didn’t say anything. 

When you came out of the shower, Rafe was sitting on the bed looking at his phone, not letting you in on any simplicity of his plan. You were drying your hair with one of his white towels when he spoke up, all nonchalant-like, “You like New York, right?” His voice hid a certain nuance to it, but you couldn’t tell what it entailed.

An eyebrow shot up on your face as a laugh exited your mouth, a jingle Rafe could never get out of his head, “Like, geographically?” 

Rafe shook his head, his eyes looking up from his phone. His gaze softened when it landed on you, a gentle expression on his features. “No, like, visiting.” He shrugged where he was laying down, and pulled himself up to a sitting position to get a better look at you. His eyes were sparkling, keeping a secret to themselves.

You laughed again, not sure where he was going with this, “You very well know I’ve never been outside of North Carolina before.” You shrugged, "Can't afford it.” The truth was, you couldn’t remember if you had told Rafe about wanting to visit New York. Especially when you were younger, you would dream about living in the city. It didn’t always sound like you, as you were now an avid surfer and got tans upon tans on the beach at every opportunity. Plus, saving turtles with Kiara was always on your mind. You couldn’t very well do that in the confines of a concrete jungle. But the dream was still there, just not tangible.

“Y/N, would you like to go to New York?” Rafe’s smile peeked out from an unfortunately unsuccessful attempt to hide. You stopped trying to dry your hair. Normally, you didn’t love when Rafe showered you with gifts. But Rafe loved it, and did so at every opportunity. It was like if Rafe had all this love to give, if he could land it anywhere, it would solely be on you.

You shook your head, “No- I mean yes. But you can’t. I mean, Rafe, it’s like-”

“Y/N, it’s Christmas, please just say yes.” Rafe's eyes were so soft, melting into you. His voice was so sweet when he talked, as if he really believed you would turn down the gift and was hoping with all of his might that you would really take him up on it. You had turned down his gifts and generosity before, but that was so early into your relationship that it felt like ages away now. The real problem was, Christmas was the one exception. You loved everything about the holiday. The lights. The gifts. The tree. The music. Everything. And you had never really seen snow before. Had it snowed in New York recently…you were somewhat tempted to get out your phone and check even before answering your boyfriend. Snow. Did you enjoy the cold? Not always. But it could be something new. Something inspiring.

You looked at Rafe, trying to decipher whatever plans he had for the two of you by marking the constellations of his face. A line here, a dimple there. One faded freckle. And inside it all was a loving boyfriend. One you knew wanted the best for you. Only if that’s what you wanted too.

So you said yes. And now you could never believe you did. The Rockefeller tree. The shop windows on 5th avenue. Even your hotel was in the Christmas spirit. Wreaths were up. Halls were decked. It really felt like Christmas. And it was more than you could have ever asked for.

You would never complain about your life back home, not at all. But to really experience it all like this was magical. It was something out of a dream. Like one of those children’s books about a snow day.

Finally, you and Rafe stepped out of the cab, Rafe stopping just for a second to pay the man behind the wheel. You were stopped at Fifth Avenue, a very “Rafe” place to be (as you had decided in your mind). There was nothing spared here, and the bustling of bodies was new to you. Stuck in your mind was the thought of a tourist like you getting trampled so you hung onto Rafe’s arm for support as you walked. 

Snow fell on your nose and your eyelashes causing a blurry sight. You’d never experienced snow before. Well, New York City wasn’t the best place to make snowmen and have a snowball fight, but experiencing it this way the first time was alright to you and just as special. 

Rafe pulled you into a coffee shop, allowing you to be in awe of the city for a moment. You wondered if he had been before, surely Ward had taken him either on business ventures or family vacations. He knew his way around well enough, he didn’t seem like just some OBX boy making it up as he goes for the first time in this type of city.

“Coffee first?” You asked, not sure where this particular stop of the day was leading you. 

The first stop of the day had actually been waking up at your hotel, which wasn’t that far from where you were now. Rafe had scheduled ahead of time, gotten you both a flight with great seats, and started the trip off particularly great. When you found this all out though, you initially pouted unconvinced by Rafe’s confidence that you were going to say yes. Just another way he gets ahead of himself because of you.

When you walked into the shop - a fun place called Ralph’s, you pushed some hair behind your ear. You were wearing a hat and a big coat to fend off the cold and your hair kept getting in your face. The hat was also a little itchy, but you didn’t tell that to Rafe who had thought you looked so cute bundled up.

“World’s best cup of coffee,” Rafe joked, giving you a squeeze of your hand as the two of you stood in line. He was referencing a quote from a movie the two of you had watched together to get in the Christmas spirit; Elf.

You rolled your eyes as you remembered that you wanted a cup of New York coffee. That scene had sparked an inspiration. World’s best or not, coffee kept New York upright. It was just a small thing that he had noticed and remembered. How much of what you said now lived permanently in Rafe’s brain?

When you got to the front of the line, Rafe ordered you your signature caffeinated drink and a croissant, although you weren’t hungry. 

“Next stop?” Rafe asked into your ear as you were leaving, his lips forming a smile. It was nice to see him in such a good mood it almost surprised you to see him act so carefree.

Once you were out, back into the cold, your grip on your boyfriend hardened. “And what would that be?”

“It’s a surprise.” He replied.

“No really tell me.” You pulled at his coat sleeve but he kept walking, dragging you along with him.

“We’re almost there, Y/N. Trust me.”

You leaned into Rafe, taking his word for it and sipped your drink as you went along, people watching everyone on the crowded street.

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You had closed your eyes against Rafe’s sleeve for a bit before you stopped, that exhaustion from work and hanging out one to many late nights with the pogues taking over. You were glad your boss had been forgiving enough about the trip, as you had saved up sick days in advance for emergencies like this (this was a Christmas emergency) and were glad for the time off but you still needed a nap. Maybe on the next taxi drive.

Rafe had to shake you from your almost-sleepwalking-endeavor, “Y/N, you might want that croissant now.”

“Mhnm?” You hummed, content with the smell from Rafe’s coat (polo cologne and fresh laundry as well as that distinct ocean-y smell that came from living so close to the beach).

Shaking your head from any notion of sleep, you opened your eyes, and you gave Rafe a look. This is not what you had envisioned. It wasn’t some New York tradition or small town deal. Well, what it was was Tiffany and CO’s flagship store, huge and towering over the two of you as snow passed by the well-lit windows. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the store. So beautifully big and gleaming with lights and decorations of the jewelry inside. You would’ve never taken yourself here, and you knew that was most of the reason why Rafe had. You had watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s not that long ago and told Rafe how much you loved it. The characters. The glitz and glam. What the story really meant. 

Rafe handed you the croissant, “Ready to remake a scene?”

You now understood what Rafe was doing. You were going to be his Audrey Hepburn. His “Holly Golightly”. The classic croissant and coffee combo, her breakfast that she ate in the first scene of the movie.

Going up to the window, you let him take your picture as you sipped your drink and took a bite, laughing as you did so. “You know, we’re far from those characters.” You mention, trying to get back to reality.

“We’re obviously not sex-workers, Y/N.” Rafe says with a deadpan, and you’re surprised he’s seen the movie as you surely didn’t make him watch it. Maybe Wheezie did when she was going through her past decades phase a few months ago. As he talked, snow got stuck in his hair, you think it makes him look cute and you bite back a soft laugh.

“I know,” you smile, taking another bite of the treat. There was some chocolate inside, sweet and just right. “If I had a cat, I’d definitely name it.”

“But?” Rafe knew you too well to drop the conversation.

“I did fall in love with it. That nothing bad could ever happen in a place like Tiffany’s.” You took a step towards your boyfriend and used his color to pull him into a light kiss. “You’re like that for me.”

Rafe smiled against your mouth, “Because I’m rich?”

You shrugged, a playful smirk on your lips, “Want to go in?” You asked, having too much fun with this. “Just to look.” You clarified.

Rafe nodded his head, a mastermind at work behind those eyes, “Ladies first.”

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The thing was, you weren’t much for luxury stores, so this was a very new experience for you. A doorman stood by one of the doors and ushered you in, and you blushed as he opened the door for you as it’s action usually only Rafe does for you. You smiled at him as he both of you passed, and grabbed Rafe’s hand (one of your many ways to comfort yourself) as you entered the store.

The store itself was huge, ceilings going up and around, four floors all open to retail. The first floor featured cases of the most blindingly pretty diamonds and jewelry you had ever seen. Sparkles washed over your eyes as you pulled Rafe to either side of the store, looking with delight at everything offered. Every now and again, a worker would ask if you needed help, but you assured them you were only looking before Rafe could interject.

All of it was decorated with Tiffany's version of Christmas. Christmas cards and art and wreaths. The color red. Tiffany Blue. A tree here and there.

There was a time here and there where you could feel Rafe’s eyes on you, his smile widening at your awe. So in love with you that even watching you enjoy something was enough of a show for him.

By the time you had traveled to each floor, you felt very pleased with your visit. You and the pogues would’ve never come here on your own, let alone able to afford anything in its walls. But Rafe still had a surprise up his sleeve, just for you. 

When you came back to the first floor, Rafe stopped you from going out the door. His hair was now damp from the melted snow but his nose was still a little reddened by the cold. You weren’t sure it was that appropriate to kiss him in a store like this, but you wanted to because he looked so much like the person you loved more than anything, just fresh and new from the cold. He held out his hand to you again, and pulled you close before exiting the store. “I want you to pick one.” He whispered in your ear, not quite letting you pass the threshold and leave.

“What?” A shiver went up your back, causing goosebumps to appear on your arm under your coat. You were sure Rafe was kidding, and also not sure at the same time. He went a little extreme when it came to you, so this was no mistake. He had planned this. 

“Y/N, please just pick one.”

You turned to face him, heat steaming in your cheeks, “Rafe I can’t do that.”

He smiled, “Yes you can.” Then at your pout of pure utter ‘I’m a pogue and I can’t take expensive gifts’, he added, “Let’s just look again. Try something on. For me.” 

As you persisted, Rafe just got more and more convincing. It was easy to fall into his traps. He was tall and charming and knew all of your tricks as well as his own.

When you perused the glass cases again, Rafe flagged down a sales associate to help you. Anxiety coursed through you, you had never done this before… let alone spent this much money on something other than bills. But there was something so calm and casual about Rafe here, like he knew how it worked. 

But you also did want to be pampered a little, give into Rafe’s love for you, even for just a moment.

Rafe picked a few items out, but only after you had shown interest. He was letting you take the reins. Of course, you cringed when they said each of the prices, but Rafe covered it casually and had no worries about how much the cost would be. You tried on a few necklaces and bracelets, weighing the options. You felt so glamorous looking in the mirrors and seeing the jewelry on. But there was one that you loved. That you couldn’t take your eyes off of. But it felt like too much to ask. Of course, the only problem was how Rafe already noticed you eyeing it. It was helpless to think you were going to leave the store, with Rafe as your boyfriend, empty handed.

Rafe side-eyed you as the sales associate walked away for a moment to fetch something Rafe had asked to see, “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking it’s Christmas and you don’t have to do this,” You put your hand on top of his, his skin was warm and cozy and his gold signet ring glinted under the lights.

“Hmm, I’m thinking it’s Christmas and you deserve this. Y/N you work so hard, let me do this-” The sales associate returned and opened up the box to reveal what you had wanted, but not said. 

“How much is-” You began to ask, already regretting your decision to let this happen.

“Don’t tell her, it’s a gift.” Rafe interrupted, his smile so charming you were sure even the sales associate was falling into his trap.

You glared at him, but tried it on. And you felt good wearing it. It glinted just like Rafe’s ring in the light, and it looked so good in the mirror. You wanted to scold Rafe, but this was one of the first things you’ll probably have forever and you didn’t want to rob yourself of that. Especially not when it’s connected to someone you loved so much.

“What do you think?” You asked, showing it off to Rafe.

Rafe gave you a look, and you sighed with a smile and turned to the sales associate, “We’ll take it.”

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When you were walking out of the store, you grabbed Rafe’s hand again and pulled him out, almost nervous that he would be tempted to buy you more. You had already gotten one blue box that day, you didn’t need Rafe going especially crazy. But between you, it felt like Christmas. You had gotten an out of this world gift, you were in New York with the love of your life, and you still had more to do.

You turned your head to look at Rafe while you walked, not really in the mood for a taxi, “What’s next?” You asked, eyes ablaze with that look you always got on Christmas morning.

“So now you like my surprises?” Rafe asked, squeezing your hand. 

“It’s Christmas, I can give in a little.” You squeezed Rafe’s hand back, and went off into the wintery New York city.

[disease]

"'JEWELED TURTLE-BACK TILE' DESK LAMP" TIFFANY STUDIOS // circa 1903 [favrile & leaded glass; patinated bronze | 14 ¼ x 8 ¾ x 6"]

[apollostears]

𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 # ！︎

❥︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐬) + 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐚𝐮, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

❥︎ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

✉︎ 𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 :)

- gojo actually hates valentine’s day and it’s purely because bitches lose their mindssss over him

- the week of valentine’s, y’all got gifts coming to the house every. fucking. DAY! and most of them are for gojo!

- y’all seriously considered moving at one point

- choso has a lot of secret admirers. a lot of girls dig the ‘shy guy’ vibe he has going on

- bitchhh let YOU get a valentine’s!!!???

- them niggas searchin that shit like TSA!!

- one time, some guy on the sports team had tried to ask you to be his valentine’s while you walking to your next class with toji

- BIG MISTAKE

- toji ain’t never cockblocked so hard!!

- he basically insulted every single thing the guy had attempted to do for you

- after that, you had a serious talk w the guys ab interfering w your dating life

- they ignored that shit

- ok, not really but it was definitely something that took a min to actually stick

- nanami gets gifts from the women at the company he works at

- all of the guys spoil you that entire week month

- you’re easily the most hated on campus

- and its not like you ask for it! it’s just that currently, you’re the only woman they’ll shop for

- the first year y’all celebrated together, geto bought you a tiffany bracelet.

- after that, it became a competition for every holiday who could get you the best present

- valentine’s day is absolutely no different

- nanami and geto both make breakfast the morning of for everyone

- everything is heart shaped or similar

- toji runs a special for every holiday at the shop

- while toji, geto, and choso are tattooing and piercing. you, nanami, and gojo are maintaining the store/cooking valentine’s dinner

- bc u guys totally eat breakfast and dinner together on every holiday

- ALSO! y’all definitely take family pictures

- sorry but choso is going to LEAP at every opportunity for a photo OP

- yes, gojo looks amazing in a turtle neck

- you always get the boys flowers and they honestly love it

- they all get a bouquet of forget-me-nots, red chrysanthemums, and ivy’s

- and yes, choso absolutely wears one of flowers behind his ear the whole day

- they also get you flowers, but instead of them giving them at home, they’ll get them delivered to your classes

- also, toji buys you the huge ass bouquet of roses that spell out different shit for the house

- y’all tried going out one year for valentine’s dinner anddddd it didn’t go right

- for one, y’all were late

- for two, you guys kept getting weird looks from everyone

- probably because they assumed y’all were polygamous

- and for three, YOU CANT TAKE THEM OUT IN PUBLIC!

- choso always orders fucking chicken tenders

- gojo is always complaining about something

- geto and toji order the most complicated shit

- and nanami just gets wine drunk in an attempt to cope with being out with them and goes overboard

- so no, group dinners don’t happen unless y’all are at an applebee’s

- overall, valentine’s day is another holiday that you guys have made as your own in the best way possible!!!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck  @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric @katsukis-lilbunnywhore

[z3ny44]

Spoilers for Fionna and Cake Finale Double Episode Post

-Alright, episode 9 started of with a scare! That nightmare really seemed real for a second, and Marshall looked like Shoko when she fell into the radioactive river....

Thank god it was a dream honestly, but the main even of this episode... The Lich begging for Golb to acknowledge his achievements, his success in ending all life on his reality, only to be denied of any form of gratification and to be stripped of his own reason and turned into a tetris block...

I really liked this bit, I think Fionna and Cake had the best moments of Lich alongside his speech in the Citadel episode. His expression, his posture, his rage alongside his struggle... How can a character so inherently impossible to kill, be absolutely finished by no more than a look from the one whom he called his scholar.

Also Simon kicked him that's funny,, poor Jerry

And Now, from the 1000+ years Ooo, we get to see Shermy and Beth again! They are vandalizing Gibbon's kingdom, that, in case you don't remember or don't know, he's the son of Charlie (Jake's daughter that played Card Wars)

I really like 1000+ years Ooo. In a way its cozy but at the same time uncanny cuz you really don't know anyone... (I mean Marcy and PB are canonically alive but still they only appear in the Come Along with Me Intro) I wish it was a miniseries itself!!! Simon got TP'd to Shermy's head and still is trying to find a crown. They went to the library which is now ruled by the paper guys, and a robot in a turtle shell? uh,,, okay?

And yeah basically the Scarab is back cuz Ellis P freed them,,, bruh.

-LAST EPISODE FFS PAWN SWAN IS CANON WOOO

Okay but in all seriousness, the episode continued F&C dealing with the Scarab, and they just threw him all the guys that he imprisoned, which shows us what we already had a feeling since he caught Kheirosiphon: the Scarab just caught outlaw, independently if they are good or bad, most of these guys are reformed and have started a new life... he's just so shitty... like, look at these little Big guy :')

Anyways, to get done with the F&C story, basically Prismo tp's the Peppermint tank, alongside with Jay, little Destiny and BABY FINN!! WHICH IS HUGE?! Finn is going to grow up in Fionna's universe, and if the series continues, we might even see a normal world grew up Finn (with grew up I mean like 15, lol) ALSO WE SEE TIFFANY

Simon's side on the other hand,,, jeez I feel like I was synced with Simon in a way that I never really acknowledged Betty's sacrifice... She really did put everything on the side to be with Simon, and for his happiness.... not that it went by unnoticed, but it bugs me to think... what if they did it differently? What if he went on the trip with Betty... I mean to be fair we have the answer... he dies to vampires a couple years after, but how was the time he spent with Betty? What did they change? How did they change and grew even if it did not last forever....

and if you think that this was the part that hit the hardest... buddy..

Yeah,,, I think Betty isn't even there anymore, this was a goodbye... It wasn't explained but I think it was implied that she is gone... That Golb is back to his normal form... i don't know if this will have repercussions in the future? Maybe reform Lich and fuse with him?! I'm just throwing random ideas at this point.

-Final Opinion: This series was amazing, I'm always happy to have more Adventure Time content, it being my main artistic inspiration makes it so much more fantastic to see new characters, places and stories. It was definitely the best mini series so far. The funniest, the most interesting, and the prettiest visually. The epilogue was so heartwarming, Fionna being able to talk with Simon via sms, he's having therapy with Minerva, and PRISMO! Prismo now has the Scarab with him in the Time Room, they are going to make stories together hehe.

(also there was a frame in which prismo's head was flipped? idk if it was an error wtf)

[gebo4482]

TMNT: Mutant Mayhem

Artist: Woodrow White / Tiffany Lam

[blueiskewl]

TIFFANY STUDIOS 'Jeweled Turtle-Back Tile' Desk Lamp 1903

Favrile glass, leaded glass, patinated bronze. Base impressed TIFFANY STUDIOS 28632. 14 ¼ x 8 ¾ x 6 in. (36.2 x 22.2 x 15.3 cm).

[nuveau-deco]

Turtle Back Desk Lamp in Zodiac Pattern. Designed by Louis Comfort Tiffany and produced by Tiffany Studios, New York, ca. 1906-1910. Materials are favrile glass and cast bronze. The lamp base and shade are decorated in low relief with the 12 signs of the zodiac. Photos: Freia Beer / Nordenfjeldske Kunstindustrimuseum.

(Source: digitaltmuseum.org)

[pianocat939]

I need the rise!turtles who is like a slasher?? Like Tiffany Valentine and or Michael Myers!! You can also just ask me for more information or something

DISCLAIMER: I have only watched one Michael Myers movie so I will 100% get some things wrong.

Additionally, this is gonna be a little gift for my aros- this can be read both romantically and platonically.

Alright so I originally planned to do all 4 bros into a post, then 2 into two separate posts, to now all individual ones- my brain just can't handle it anymore- my attention span is just killing me.

Tw: murder, blood, details of the corpse, anxiety, degradation

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Phone Call of Stupidity

(Leo is Ghostface)

You stare out the window, observing the sky right after the sunset. It was dim, but still enough light for you to see well. You were achingly bored. Not knowing what to do to satiate your boredom.

You then hear your phone ring, the ringtone repeating like a merry-go-round. The caller's address is labelled your friend's name, so you quickly answer.

"Hello?" You inquire, wondering what they would want to chat about. You then hear some heavy breathing from the other line, almost sounding delighted. A deep chuckle comes from the caller, a voice seemingly masculine.

"Hey, Y/n~ Expected someone else to call, hm?" The person's voice is smooth yet venomous, like a poison one drinks, only to go dormant hours later. But that doesn't matter, the bewilderment and consternation of this enigmatic person spiked despair in your heart. How does he know your name? How come he acted like something bad happened to your friend?

You summon the courage to question, "What? What do you mean?" You stare outside, waiting for someone to jump in front of your window.

"What do I mean? Oh, well, maybe the fact I'm threatening you right this very moment." His tone suddenly grows harsh, a hint of irritation swimming through his words. You hear a small bang of metal, loud and clear in the background "Now if you disobey my commands or try to hang up, I will kill your friend."

You freeze, eyes widening. Surely this is a prank, right? He wouldn't possibly dare to kill your friend. But...What if he's serious? Maybe you shouldn't risk it. "W-What do you need me to do?" Your breaths turned shaky, terror clawing your body.

"Hm~ You're not so stupid after all. Now, I want you to delete all your contacts, and that includes deleting any social media." Your fingers quiver as you delete the applications and names of your phone. Just focus on completing tasks. Nothing else matters.

"Ok, I'm done." Your eyes dart around the room anxiously, the shadows seeming to grow closer every second. The room seems to be darker, and more petrifying as the moon rises; your feelings overwhelm your ability to think rationally. How much longer of this torture?

He coos before snarking a laugh, "Aww, is poor little you desperate to save their friend? How humiliating. Exposing your vulnerabilities right in front of a killer." He's a true psychopath, devoid of any empathy. You're a pitiful mouse trying to nibble on some food during the bitter winter, yet he, the cat, hunts you every moment of the day.

"What else?" You tried to mask what little dignity you have left, tone more assertive.

"I want you to grab either a blanket or a few large towels; lay them on the floor of your bedroom." You carefully step amongst the floor, fearful of producing even a single whisper. You pull a blanket down onto the floor, spreading it out evenly.

After hesitating for a small while, you timorously question, "Why do you need me to do this?"

There's a momentary pause before he seethes, "Don't ask stupid questions."

Then within mere seconds, you hear the front door being banged repeatedly, the pounding growing more aggressive with each hit. You freeze, standing still in terror. Did you enrage him? Will you cease to see out the window again? But as soon as it started, the slamming halts in a blink of an eye.

Disoriented, you agonizingly inch over to the door, poking your head out the sliver of space. You flip your head around in multiple directions, observing the area for intruders or threats. No one. You walk out of your room, daring to risk being killed.

You cautiously peer through rooms, feeling at ease when no one seems to have intruded on your abode. But of course, that doesn’t mean they can’t be outside. So you head back towards your bedroom, eager to hide in your safe space.

“Hey, I’ve finally arrived.” An arm is wrapped around your neck, a hand weighing down on your shoulder. A blade points to your mid-back, and the pressure of the sharpened metal feels through your clothing. No, no, why was he here? Why is this psychopath inside your home? What happened to your friend?

You’re unable to form any words, lips quivering in dread. He laughs, clearly awfully amused by your horror. “So scared, poor little you, trembling, wondering if you’ll survive my knife.” His comment flashes a hot boil within your body, irking you. As much as you're frozen with fear, he is in no place to be making fun of you. Despite knowing your situation, you can't help but want to take a chance and try to escape.

Since you can't move your upper body, you fling your leg backwards, kicking him in the shin with your heel. But to your dismay, it only causes him to bend his knee; his arms are still strong. "Wow, you're bold: trying to save yourself at the hands of a killer who inevitably has you doomed." He chuckles a little, before hissing in pain, signalling your attack did some damage.

"I can't let myself die so easily, that would be disgraceful."

It's true. You can't be killed now, not without knowing where your friend is and how they are. You can't be a weakling, even if you're about to collapse from anxiety. You have to fight back, you never know the small chance of a miracle.

"Disgraceful? Let me guess, you want to know what happened to your friend." His tone is playful, yet your intuition tells you that there's a dark double meaning under it. No matter, you need to dig out the information.

"Yeah. Are you willing to tell me?"

"Tell you? Why, I'll show you." He lifts the knife slightly; still a threat, but enough to give you some room. He drags you with him, stepping into the bedroom with his back turned to the doorway as he opens it. As you enter the space, you're hit with a strikingly strong scent: the odour of iron, metallic perhaps unpleasant to many. Blood. The smell of blood is near.

"When I turn us around, don't try to escape alright? I have the knife, along with the experience of the killing of tens, if not hundreds, before you." He rotates your bodies, revealing a sight you wish to never witness.

A body lays on the blanket you put out on the floor earlier: multiple stab wounds lace throughout the back, a ruby liquid soaking the person's clothing. There are tears all over where the knife pierced their skin. Their fingernails and hands are caked in a similar vermillion liquid, an effect of holding the wound when they died. The corpse lays in a position where you can't identify the face. But you know. You know exactly who the victim is. It's your beloved friend.

In shock, a single tear rolls down your cheek, uncomfortably running down your chin. "No...I- I- you said if I helped you, you wouldn't kill them!" You can't bring yourself to do anything but stand there and stare at the body, you can't face death in an aware fashion.

"No, I was threatening to kill your friend if you didn't follow my orders. I never said I wouldn't kill them; you just managed to stall time before I did." What wrong did you do to receive such terrible, terrible fortunes? No one should ever see their friend's murdered corpse right in front of them, especially if the killer is in the same room.

"Little mouse, little mouse, can't you see what wrong you've done to yourself? Spending time with that vermin when you should have been with me." He steps beside you, turning his masked face. The mask is similar to that of a famous painting of a young man screaming in terror. Do you know this man? Surely not, but you can't tell, not with that masked face of his.

"What do you mean?" Why is he speaking as if he knows you? That the reason he killed was out of envy?

He laughs manically, sounds resonating off the walls. "I mean that, if I were a human, you would spend time with me more. I would be your best friend, not them." He clutches his knife, expressing his fury and jealousy. At first, you assumed he killed for comical reasons, but now that you hear him speak, he's for sure doing it out of rage. Not human...It possibly couldn't be him, right?

"Leo...?"

"As of now I am Ghostface, but yes, I am Leo." He lifts his mask, and your eyes widen at the sight of red crescents.

What a stupid little mouse you were, deciding to scout for some food, only to be lured right into the cat's claws.

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I can't even explain the struggle of trying to write this. I literally don't know shit about Slashers except for a select few-

Anyway, as I said, this went from being all 4 into a post to 2 for two separate posts, to now individual ones. I apologize for this inconvenience but I don't want to stagger a request any longer.

Next is Mikey btw-

- Celina