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lydjachan replied to your post:sharktopus:

*huggles* Sorry for the bad experience but glad you got out of it. <3

It’s all good! It was many years ago, and I learned a lot from it! Like how to say no, and how to tell when a guy is the sleeziest of sleezes

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“Ah yes, AoT AKA WAT THE FUCK YOU SHOULDN’T FINISH YOUR PLOT HOLES BY HAVING TITANS EAT THEM” — ikiracake via Skype chat (via fantasiawandering)

lydjachan said: sharktopus:

Does getting involved in running cons count? Basically everything I do is kind of ridiculous, but in terms of bad decisions I would say staying with my first boyfriend as long as I did. He was abusive, manipulative, and bad news, but I hung on because I wanted to take him to prom because I’d already bought his ticket. HUGE mistake. I broke up with him that night, the entire thing was ruined, and I came very close to being forced into something I would have regretted for the rest of my life. Worst mistake I’ve ever made.

monster mashing questions

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Anonymous said: Prompt: the Turts and friends celebrating a holiday (any holiday, as vague or as prominent as you like) and somehow end up going on an at least partially drunken escapade

theherocomplex:

jinja-neko:

pandasize:

theherocomplex:

Leo is perfectly drunk. He’s warm, but not hot, laughing but not obnoxious, and he’s almost completely sure that the two pizzas he’s managed to eat are going to stay in his stomach, where they belong. 

He’s not so sure about the whole walking thing, so he’s going to stay where he is on the couch, and watch Mikey yell at Youtube videos of baby elephants. 

April’s head lolls against his shoulder. “Where’s Donnie?” she slurs. “He left a while ago. Should I look for ‘im?” She hiccups and tries to sit up, then slumps back against his side. “Sorry. Tumbled over.” 

Leo waves a hand, as a laugh builds up in his chest again. This is the way most major holidays work now: Casey and April smuggle an obscene amount of alcohol into the lair, everyone gets wasted, and once everyone is seeing double, they start sparring. 

Without weapons. No one wants a repeat of St. Patrick’s Day, 2016. 

So, on this glorious Valentine’s Day, Leo happily handed Casey and Raph’s asses to them, and then both Raph and Donnie disappeared. Casey is sprawled on the floor, snoring, and Leo debates joining him. 

But someone really should check where Donnie’s gotten off to, and since he’s the leader, he stands up and lets April flop to the couch with a groan. 

He meets Donnie in the entryway of the lair. 

"Where’d you go?" he tries to ask, but manages to just say "Werrrrrrdoooo?" before he starts cackling and has to lean against the wall. 

"I was getting something for April," Donnie says, with lofty, drunken dignity. "It’s our first Valentine’s Day. She deserves something special.” 

Leo forces his eyes open. Donnie’s arms are full of teddy bears, Harry Potter legos, an electric can opener, what looks like a butcher knife, and a set of towels monogrammed with the letters “PRF”. 

"Donnie, no," he says. "You stole — all of that?" 

"I liberated it,” Donnie corrects him. “For April.

Leo should protest; he should stop this right now. Because Donnie happy and in love is terrifying enough — Leo can’t handle an openly kleptomaniac Donnie on top of all the other paradigm shifts. 

But then Raph stomps in, covered in leaves and dirt, swearing about puncture wounds and dragging something behind him, and Leo is too drunk to do anything except watch as Raph drops an entire uprooted rose bush on Casey’s balls. 

Raph drops an entire uprooted rose bush on Casey’s balls.”

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So, tonight’s warmup doodle involves warm and fuzzy romance.

OKAY REAL TALK WHEN I SAW THIS I COULDN’T SPEAK AND HAD TO CLOSE MY LAPTOP AND SCREAM INTERNALLY FOR A LONG TIME

JINJA YOU MAD GENIUS

<3

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hotmilkytea:

okay but seriously

does anybody realise how completely and utterly boned the baraturts would have been if Splinter had found like, Harry Potter instead of the Magical Ninjitsu Book?

because imagine these seven foot tall baras facing off against Shredder with these tiny wands made out of mop handles and sticks. wearing robes made out of blankies and bedsheets and yelling Expelliarmus and then welp, that didn’t work and New York falls to the Foot Clan. 

PETITION TO START BARATURT BOOK AUS

SPLINTER FINDS 50 SHADES OF GREY
SPLINTER FINDS TWILIGHT
SPLINTER FINDS DRAGON BALL Z MANGA
SPLINTER FINDS NARNIA
 

Anonymous said: Prompt: the Turts and friends celebrating a holiday (any holiday, as vague or as prominent as you like) and somehow end up going on an at least partially drunken escapade

theherocomplex:

Leo is perfectly drunk. He’s warm, but not hot, laughing but not obnoxious, and he’s almost completely sure that the two pizzas he’s managed to eat are going to stay in his stomach, where they belong. 

He’s not so sure about the whole walking thing, so he’s going to stay where he is on the couch, and watch Mikey yell at Youtube videos of baby elephants. 

April’s head lolls against his shoulder. “Where’s Donnie?” she slurs. “He left a while ago. Should I look for ‘im?” She hiccups and tries to sit up, then slumps back against his side. “Sorry. Tumbled over.” 

Leo waves a hand, as a laugh builds up in his chest again. This is the way most major holidays work now: Casey and April smuggle an obscene amount of alcohol into the lair, everyone gets wasted, and once everyone is seeing double, they start sparring. 

Without weapons. No one wants a repeat of St. Patrick’s Day, 2016. 

So, on this glorious Valentine’s Day, Leo happily handed Casey and Raph’s asses to them, and then both Raph and Donnie disappeared. Casey is sprawled on the floor, snoring, and Leo debates joining him. 

But someone really should check where Donnie’s gotten off to, and since he’s the leader, he stands up and lets April flop to the couch with a groan. 

He meets Donnie in the entryway of the lair. 

"Where’d you go?" he tries to ask, but manages to just say "Werrrrrrdoooo?" before he starts cackling and has to lean against the wall. 

"I was getting something for April," Donnie says, with lofty, drunken dignity. "It’s our first Valentine’s Day. She deserves something special.” 

Leo forces his eyes open. Donnie’s arms are full of teddy bears, Harry Potter legos, an electric can opener, what looks like a butcher knife, and a set of towels monogrammed with the letters “PRF”. 

"Donnie, no," he says. "You stole — all of that?" 

"I liberated it,” Donnie corrects him. “For April.

Leo should protest; he should stop this right now. Because Donnie happy and in love is terrifying enough — Leo can’t handle an openly kleptomaniac Donnie on top of all the other paradigm shifts. 

But then Raph stomps in, covered in leaves and dirt, swearing about puncture wounds and dragging something behind him, and Leo is too drunk to do anything except watch as Raph drops an entire uprooted rose bush on Casey’s balls. 

jinja-neko said: #18!

Ooh, Phobias!

I am basically the jumpiest person on the planet, and I can’t even watch Jurassic Park because it scares me, but in terms of legit phobias? Spiders and fire.

Spiders are pure evil so that needs no explanation, but the fire comes from growing up with a dad who works for the fire department, so now any flame bigger than a candle makes me nervous. I didn’t actually know how to work a lighter until I was 21 and living on my own and had to deal with a blackout. It took me ten minutes to get one candle lit, and I lit the rest of them off of the first rather than deal with the lighter again

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