#i will cherish them forever

[tosteur-gluteal]

Thank you so much to @lilypad-ooo, @ccanii, @theokusgallery, @honmoony, @pennpenn, @red-space-enjoyer and @abstral-is-me for making my days brighter with those wonderful fanarts (it's not all!!! I'm just waiting for 👀 another one currently in progress to print another sheet

Aaaa 💥💥💥💥

[taechnological]

it's that time of the year again

it has officially been 6+ years since bangtan entered my life 🥹 6 years ago in 2017 sometime around this time when i finally decided to get into bts, it was truly one of my best decisions ever bc honestly? they have taught me so much. other than their amazing music, talent and personalities, they're truly a part of my life now ♡

they have held my hand through legit all the turning-points of my life till now and i hope it's gonna continue forever ♡

afobangfo 💜

[the-badger-mole]

It's Crab Day! Showing my support for Tumblr by purchasing some crabs, and passing the crustacean celebration on to you.

Thanks! Preciate you!

[mothask]

I would like to let you know that your moth art has been an inspiration to me. It's just so fluffy ❤️

I LOVE THEM OIJOSHFIG

SO FLUFFY

I'm really glad this au brought some inspiration I really love your little fella.

[sprout-gen]

you ever scroll through your dms with someone whenever you wanna laugh and reminisce about the fun you had with them? :') man i love my friends so much

[thistlechronicles]

birthday crabs????? for me?????? you shouldnt have!!!!!!!!!!

[wrongspacetime]

#just two dads and their kid

[lalosalamcnca]

[kitamars]

☀️🍂

[harmonysanreads]

*kneels down*

HAAH WHA??? HELLO? SOMEONE PLEASE PINCH ME AM I DREAMING????????

for context

Okay okay... I'm done screaming irl, this is?? I'm lost for words how beautiful it is???? I just woke up so I'm having a hard time processing reality (I legitimately screamed and now my mom is looking at me with a lot of concern) I wish I could be more eloquent but I'm just floored from how moved I am. Wdym "kneels down" I'd have you sit on a throne if I could :< RIP that friend who doesn't even have a name, you died a tragic death but at least it gave us exquisite content ✨

[kubabamia]

I love Smosh Sounds, here are some of my favorites from 2023

[lumibye]

⸻ helloo , it might be my birthday todayy 🎉

i don't really have much to say as i've never been the biggest fan of my birthday but i get to celebrate with him so yayy 🫶 🩵 💙

art : ai.itaii - ( vgen )

[fizzytoo]

amaya and karlee settle into chestnut ridge smoothly. karlee's living with amaya temporarily, choosing to staying close to her sibling while also figuring out her place in the world. just two kids miles away from their childhood in sulani…

[20s-turtle-posting]

Rat Dad of the Year 1988, or something along those lines. Anyway *gives him cute round rat ears instead of funny pointy little dog ears like they did in 2003 for some reason*

Image ID under the readmore

[A series of three images. In the first image, Splinter, smiling, gently holds one of his turtle sons in his arms with their head tucked under his chin. One hand is on the turtle’s shell, the other rests on their head. The drawing is sketched in a soft gray color, and there is a tiny pink heart next to Splinter

In the second image, there are two separate sketches. One is a bust portrait of Splinter set at a 3/4 angle. His ears a tilted back slightly and his expression is neutral. The second is a small doodle of Splinter licking the cheek of a young toddler-aged Leonardo. Leo is making a “Bwuh!” noise in protest, and there is a small sound effect caption of “mlep mlep” to describe the sound of Splinter grooming his son

In the third image a young turtle tot, perhaps four to five years old, is standing facing to the left, sketched in green. One hand is held over his chest and there are tears on his cheeks as he says “Mas’er Splin’r I hadda bad dream. Can I stay wif you?”

End image ID]

[fruityocto]

i know yall hungry

[ride-a-dromedary]

Wyll taking Halsin to the Wilden Oak after observing how much he was struggling to adapt to the City, thinking it would cheer him up *and* be special enough that maybe he can work up the nerve to ask him something important. Telling him about how he used to daydream about the stories it could tell him, and how it brought him comfort - how it may bring him comfort as well. And maybe he thinks he's talking too much, too fast, but it all pours out of him with heart-aching sincerity.

Halsin listening thoughtfully to Wyll's fanciful dreams of dragons and the Weave, and chuckling fondly at how eager he is; how whimsical he makes everything sound. Bubbling over with how happy it makes him to hear Wyll so beautifully matching the splendor of this tree with such fanciful tales, admiring it for what it is.

Wyll's face heating up, thinking he must be laughing at his stories, and ah, hells, he's gone and fumbled this, of course an Archdruid would think fairytales of trees to be foolish and childish. Mumbling it must sound silly to him.

Halsin frowning then, brought out of his affectionate thoughts. "Oh, no, not at all. I think it's wonderful. Here, let me show you something."

Halsin bringing Wyll's hand up to the bark of the tree and pressing it beneath his own to the ridges and grooves, encouraging him to listen closely again as he had as a boy. Telling him that trees speak to those who care to hear them, even if they cannot understand them. Wyll closing his eyes, flustered at how close they are, but - after a moment of quiet - hearing the barest tendrils of something touching the edges of his mind. Nothing he is able to understand, but he swears he feels it; more than he ever has before.

Halsin himself listening and catching the discernable memories the oak is able to give him amidst the transfer - the tiniest glimpses of generations and magic long past. Perhaps even a dragon cutting its lightning path through the sky, eons ago. He passes anything translatable gently off to Wyll, who listens, enraptured.

The Wilden reveals other things - other terrible things. Other sad things and tragic things, no where near the fairytales that Wyll spins. Halsin does not pass these memories on, but judging by the frown on Wyll's face, he senses it.

But there is something else - something closer to the heart - it calls Wyll "tree friend" - flashes of Wyll as a young boy, collecting its leaves from the ground. Of an older Wyll curled in on himself in the tangle of its roots, heartbroken; an even older Wyll turning his face to the dappled sun and smiling, little golden bands sparkling in his hair.

Halsin taking Wyll by the hand and bringing him deeper into the forest, scouting a good spot to plant the tiny wishing acorn Wyll had pressed bashfully into his palm with stories of his mother. Burying the seed deep into the ground so its roots may grow anew, just as glorious as its parent - waiting to bring joy to another a century down the line. Just as their lives have taken root within one another, tangled and new, but full of life.