#op:

[glory-hasnoplacehere]

i DID AN ART. iT'S BAD M'KAY I kinda like it tho

[mer-turtlez]

(Sent an ask but not sure if it got through)

Hello murtles! I hope you all are well and happy!

I saw the recent asks about people wanting to give Donnie a hug—which he clearly doesn’t want—and was curious to why no one asked if any of the other brothers wanted a hug.

so to combat this, I am humbly asking if I can get a hug from Raph

I hear that you give good hugs, and I’ve been told that I also give good hugs!

my day had been a bit crappy with all the homework, I’ve been assigned, so a hug would really help brighten my mood!

Of course, I will just ask for a hug and walk away, I offer gifts!

Fish, for whoever wants it

With some other snacks as well from the store! Freshly bought

even if you do not want to give me a hug, that is OK! I hope you still keep my guess, as compensation for interrupting you!

have a great day/night! :D

[gazelikeaflame]

Them. Redrawnt

[irreversiblemelody]

Continued from: HERE

----

@stellarhistoria

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Socks stands there a moment, processing what's been said, it's always a struggle to pay attention to what people were saying on the job. Well, 95% of the time anyway. Off work... who knows, it's not like they have anyone to talk to. At most, they're talked *at*.

They don't really know why, and had hazarded a guess that it was because they want it to be over. But who knew? There was a lot that was wrong with them that nobody had bothered to address outside arguments and fights.

A lot they dismissed as normal inconvenience. Surely it was common.

But that was neither here nor there, they note his claws. Sharp, too close to their hands. But the same can be said for their's and his hands. Their own are painted blue and black Simple half-and-half, they hadn't had the energy for more. Decorated weapons that wouldn't hesitate to use if need be.

In answer, they shake their head a few times and say,

"No, far a'th I'm aware, the box will be inviolable. Hm... how about thi'th? I will remain nearby to help dimini'th'h your fear of bomb'th or expol'th'ives or whatever. I do know that there are three thing'th in there, and you.... definitely need them."

Too many damn 'S's in that whole damn statement. They needed one of those machines that let people put words in and it would talk for them. A marvel they never could remember the name of, they'd seen it in a few dimensions. Ah well, focus, focus. Focus...

They don't push more, letting him take that in and decide what to do. Honestly, even if he decides to keep it closed or try to hand it back, it would find its way back to him. Fate was an inexorable thing....the bastard. One way or another that box would be opened by this stranger, and Then *after* that occured, he had some choices. Accept the items, or tempt Fate and do an endless variety of things with them. Though it never seemed that serious to most unless they were told. And convinced. And explained to. [Ugh]

Otherwise, It was just refusing weird junk.

Hopefully, they wouldn't have to stay and watch this go on. But because there's been no automatic portal back home, and they're getting the nagging feeling that they're going to be /blocked/ should they make their own or use the magick chalk. Basically that the magick chalk would make a door....but lead nowhere but back here. And that feeling isn't often wrong about Fate's and Kiki's bullshit. Universe kill them now.

"Up to you."

[holywitchkid]

For: @sinsoakedsaints From: Heeere 

I was worried about buying something off of someone creepy from craigslist but oh no you’re hot

Still worried, still freaked the fuck out because like a kid off of Dateline she stupidly picked the one vacant parking lot of a seemingly shut down at one time Dollar Store. “The fuck kind of Walking Dead village is this...” she mumbled to herself. Where the fuck was she? Not far out of the city but clearly some place that Google maps decided was a DNR town. 

Ah the things she’d do, the places she’d go for a allegedly mint condition bare noticeable knockoff Chanel purse she was sure her roommate wouldn’t be able to tell the difference to the original. The one she’d fucked up royally after a very strange night out where the white stuff that eroded through the bottom was disturbingly undecipherable, the thought alone had her gag reflexes reacting— “Hi- uh, hey!” she hid her eyes from the dying sunlight (Another choice. She’d absolutely be on the next season of The First 48) “I really hope you’re packing that fake as fuck Chanel and not gonna spring a rag soaked with chloroform on me.” she told the person, then finally getting a good look. Whew, fan the flames and give her that chloroform if her goddamn bertha blushing cheeks deceive her today.  Rick Grimes who? “You are —— right?” 

[jaaneymann]

Thanks, cat. I'm just sitting here, reading fanfiction. Of course the only thing that was missing was you on my chest/face.

A/N: this is so cute and i saw this on a really shitty day so yes this did make me smile thank u

[glory-hasnoplacehere]

More art more art more art

It's SIREN SONG

The new one is where she's Standing