because art is far away from that

THIS NEW ART FROM THE EVENT THO 

PHICHIT OUR SWEET PRINCE GOT A SELFIE WITH EVERYONE AND THEY’RE SO PURE AND HAPPY 

- PHICHIT AND YUURI MAKING SURE THAT EVERYONE SEES THAT THEY’RE BEST FRIENDS

- Yurio,,,,,,doing whatever he does

- OTABEK IS JUST SO DONE

- Viktor is happy but lowkey dying because he’s too far away from his gay life force (Yuuri)

- GEORGI IS KERMIT

- Mickey has no idea what he’s doing there ???

- CHRIS IS SO EXCITED HE’S SO CUTE

- EVERYONE IS ADORABLE AND LOVELY 

ALSO SINCE EVERYONE IS DOING THE PEACE SIGN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING is stopping me from believing that they’re all trying to bless us with hints for season 2 

THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD AND BLESSING US EVERY DAY WITH CUTE STUFF LIKE THIS 

Run away Far From Noise again with a cup of coffee.

This game is so nice, so clam. I was actually close my eyes and breathe like he told us to do. I don’t know it’s because the sound in game or his voice, It feel like my whole body can melt away at that time. I can’t say that I had a very bad time after I watch this video. Instead, I happy the way I am now that I’m sill alive. All I can say is… thank you. I wish I could meet you someday.

When I get bummed out and convinced I’m not *actually* a writer, I think about Rincewind.

Rincewind, in case you don’t know, is a character from Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series. There’s only two things you really need to know about Rincewind:

1)He’s a wizard
2)He’s the worst fucking wizard on the face of the Disk

It’s true. It’s pointed out multiple times, by both Rincewind and others, that he is the sorriest excuse of a wizard to exist. He failed out of the Unseen University (a much more kid-friendly Hogwarts); he can’t remember any spells; he’s altogether awful at what he is.

And yet, he’s still a wizard.

Yes, he sucks at it. Yeah, literally anyone could do it better than him. Yeah, he’s been told that by all accounts, he shouldn’t be a wizard at all.

But he’s still a wizard. He gets very defensive about it, too. He will defend the fact that he is a wizard, however terrible, to the grave (and probably back, too, because Death’s daughter will scare you right back to life). And I think that is just amazing. He knows exactly what he is – he *knows* he’s a wizard.

When I look at my writing and I see an impassable tar pit of impossible mistakes, of contrived, boring plots, or I look at another’s work and see how far away I am from them and wonder if I have the resolve to try and catch up (and most likely fail), I think about Rincewind. I think about knowing what you are, and fighting tooth and nail for it, even when you suck at it.

So get on your Wizzard hat and keep doing the thing you love, because, let’s face it, you’d only put yourself through this kind of hell for something you love.

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Answering the question, how are we getting ‘I’m lost!’ rescue requests from far away?

Legendary rescue leader Lucario has Aura that’s hypersensitive to the distress of others. His outlet is to write up every cry for help he hears.

Either he’s got an injury or he stays by the board because it’s more efficient to delegate. He accompanies random teams when his locating abilities will be most helpful, like if a victim is buried under a rockslide, or when a situation moves him especially.

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I’ve been replaying Skyrim the past few days and have gotten really into it again. This is my new Argonian boy, Ilas-Mina.

Unfortunately think he’ll be replacing Skhall for awhile, because Skhall we generally a pretty boring character to begin with and I made him after not having touched Skyrim in years… Now I’m hooked on this dude.

What I’ve got for him so far is that he probably came from Wasseek-Haleel within Black Marsh and fancied the written word more than the other arts his tribe were involved with. He collects all types of books and hides them away in his sewer home in Riften. He’s also involved with the Thieves Guild and is somewhat of a Highwayman… after all he’s a reptile, he’s got that sweet sweet addiction to shiny objects and definitely hordes

“…”

“Kacchan, I will always be here.”

“… you idiot.”


Kinda an afterward of the “Hug” piece I did? 

Kacchan is recovering from crying/small breakdown and feeling a bit embarrassed about tearing up. Izuku knows that well and decides to sit back-to-back with Bakugou to offer some comfort. 

They’re outside and sitting near a river; the lights are shining from the street lights not far away. It is a quiet place where both of them can stay calm and sort their emotions. 

Patreon request by @merroki to see some art of @the-vampire-inside-me’s inborn Au. 

I’ve been meaning to draw these guys anyways so I might of gotten carried away. Thought process behind this image being about ‘controlling your demons’. I’ve been very curious about why it is Bendy isn’t behaving like the rest of the monsters in the world, and wondered if perhaps its because he doesn’t let himself perhaps?

Anyways, probably far off from the truth, or maybe that was covered at another point. Regardless, thank you Merroki for the request~!

anonymous asked:

Do you have any recommendations for good queer mangas yourself? I've often found myself in the same position, it's so hard to find good queer media of any kind.

Their Story (Tamen de Gushi) is one of my favourites because of how sweet and funny it is. Fantastic humour and characters it’s about two high school girls falling in love (plus some great gay sideplots too). The art is really expressive and pretty and its all in colour. -ongoing-

Hidamari ga Kikoeru is a slow burn set in college about two guys, one of which is severely hearing impaired. It handles the subject of disabilities really realistically with respect and care, veering far away from using it as a cheap romance trope. The art is pretty appealing and despite it getting a little drama-y it has a good message and very sweet romance. -ongoing-

Doukyuusei (Classmates) is about two very different high school boys crossing paths. It has a great vibe and sweet characters, as well as a really beautifully done movie. The artstyle is different in a nice way, though I’ll admit its more appealing in the movie than the manga (the manga has moments where the anatomy feels off) but I still recommend both. -completed-

Both Seven Days (completed) and Okosama Star (ongoing) are cute, and despite dipping a bit into drama cliches like misunderstandings and overreactions I still like them. Though in the case of Okosama Star I mainly liked how the mouths were drawn lmao and I’m a sucker for characters that look scary but are sweet. I also remember really liking Slow Starter (ongoing) despite its more lacking art style at the beginning though it gets better, and if memory serves me correctly it has some extra one-shots in it too. I think Gunjou No Subete (completed) was a nice read too but its been a long time so i could’ve totally forgotten parts ‘3′

This is all I can really think of atm. I really wish i knew of more good queer girl love stories/shoujo ai, but there’s so many anime girl tropes that turn me off that its harder to root through (so if you have any recommendations I’d love to hear em!) Tbh i kinda avoid the yuri/yaoi tagged works in general since they’re often too uncomfortably fetish-y and obviously written for a straight audience for me, but even then there’s a couple gems here and there.

i was thinking about @kabuki-akuma‘s art and also i usually stay far away from ships that dont already have tons of canon support but i got hooked onto this one because it just opens up such an interesting part of the story and history

Polynesian AU stuff

So, I think I should start making theme posts for my Polynesian AU or as you like to call it Moana AU (both variants are welcome). Since many of you seemed pretty much interested in this story I’ll try to give you a brief idea of what this whole thing is about.

Sorry for my clumsy English :)

Timeline. The story is set about one and a half century after Maui stole Te Fiti’s heart and everything became hell. All the monsters released from Lalotai and darkness spreading quickly and destroying islands made many tribes search for safe areas to stay, and if they used to be more peaceful back then when the ocean was a safer place now they had to fight for their land and protect it from the newcomers. Overall, sailing wasn’t forbidden but people were slowly losing that special connection with the ocean their ancestry used to have.

Turtles. And that’s where we should start speaking about the turts. In this AU all four brothers (not blood-related) are sons of Tu - god of war in Polynesian mythology. There’s a legend (made up of course) that when the number of tribe wars and monster attacks increased other gods made Tu help the people. He decided to send his guardians which would protect people from Lalotai monsters and maybe prevent some war cases. Following what the legend tells the strongest of female sea turtles (turtles are considered to be a symbol of strength and war) gave their eggs to Tu and he placed them on small islands in different regions. One of those islands was our turtles’ birthplace.

Firstly, their names are different in this story. I tried to choose the most fitting ones.

  • Leo is a green sea turtle named Lono which means “peace and prosperity
  • Raph is a leatherback sea turtle named Rapa which means “giant”
  • Donnie is also a green sea turtle named Roro which means “brain” (there’s a lack of names and even words starting with D in Maori and Hawaiian languages so I had to put up with this variant, it isn’t half bad I think)
  • Mikey is a loggerhead sea turtle named Maika which means “good”

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to navigate, you have to keep your island in your mind
you’ll know what lies ahead if you remember what’s behind you
want to find the answers to the questions that you still don’t know
you just have to go find more

i’ve been listening to that one song all evening because it felt way too much like a joey and adeline thing 

welcome to the decisive scene over whether to leave the safety of the mountains far away from slade in order to help the titans

Take Me Home - [Eggsy Unwin x Reader]

**OKAY GUYS DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN KINGSMAN 2: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE! The prompt includes direct spoilers to K2, so seriously… stop fkn reading if you haven’t seen it lol.

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You’ve been warned!!! <3**

[OKAY. This was SO much fun and I hope I made it angsty enough for you lol. Thanks for the fun prompt, I hope your’re happy Anon!!

Prompt: “Hey! Can I request an Eggsy Unwin x reader? Where she’s his gf and instead of Merlin she steps on the mine but later on turns out she somehow survives? Like hella angsty but with a happy ending!♥️♥️♥️”

Pairing: Eggsy x Fem!Reader with Some Harry Hart up in there!

Words:

Warnings: Angst, cursing, :D

Read on Ao3!]

In all of Eggsy’s life there had never been a time where he felt truly broken… Beyond repair broken, with no pieces large enough to even attempt piecing him back together. Until one day a little over two months ago, when he lost everything.

When he lost you…

What was left of him— which to be clear wasn’t much, was shattered. Eggsy was empty. Lost… he felt like nothing. He felt nothing… and it only seemed to be getting worse.

The worst part of it all was that he knew you shouldn’t have joined them. He knew something bad was going to happen if you did… because this Poppy bitch meant business, and she’d already killed everyone else.

He knew you should have just stayed back with the Statesmen or even back home in London… you two had just got a new flat, and it wasn’t even blasted to shit somehow. You’d be safe there. But you weren’t safe… and now that home was just a reminder of you; of what he’d lost and what he couldn’t protect.

Eggsy felt haunted because all he ever wanted was to protect you. He wanted you to be far the fuck away from this mess… But you wouldn’t have any of that. and of course you wouldn’t.

‘Where you go, I go.’ You always told him… but that wasn’t true. Not anymore.

He let you win that argument, didn’t he? Because he didn’t like being separated form you anymore than you liked it… Because he loved you, and boy did he love you something fierce.

You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, just like a piece of art. The kindest person he’d ever met with the sweetest smile and the biggest heart… You were perfect to him in every single way. Even the things you hated about yourself, he loved deeply and would never dream of changing.

Loved… Were…

All these fucking words to describe you used in the past tense rotted him from the inside out like a piece of fruit shoved and forgotten about. It molded and curdled him into a dark mass of absolute nihility.

But he would have to get used to using them eventually, wouldn’t he?

Because you were gone… because he didn’t fight you on this one, and you were somewhere you never should have been.

Because he was stupid enough to fall for your fucking trick, and because he stepped off that damn mine and because you took his place…

And now, you were dead.

You were gone. Ripped from this world and he was stuck having to live in it without you… Feeling the guilt of it all heavy like a truck plowing through his chest. Was this all just some kind of cruel joke?

Why else would the universe give you to him… give him everything he’d ever wanted— show him happiness, a future and then just steal it all away? Like it was easy or part of some fucking plan…

Every night since that day, he would be thinking about that.

Thinking about that and missing you until it hurt. Thinking of all the things he should have done differently… Praying to whatever God was out there that he could just have you back.

Begging the universe– anything… anyone that he could just fucking kiss you again.

That he could tell you how goddamn much he loved you.

But he would never have that chance again. He would never smell your skin again, he would never taste you again… he’d never get to run his hands through your hair, or hold your hand or feel you at all ever again.

Maybe if he could stop thinking about all of the things he’d never get to do, he would be able to live his life. But each day that passed only reminded him more and more that his life and will to have one; died back there when you did.

The only thing keeping him sane were his responsibilities. Eggsy had his mum and Daisy to worry about, The Kingsmen— what was left of them anyway, and he had Harry back for fucks sake… But still with all the things he had, he couldn’t stop thinking about what he lost. You.

Without Harry though, he honestly couldn’t say where he’d be right now. Probably having drunk himself to death or gotten himself killed by Dean or some other shit looking to cause damage. Hell, part of him even wanted to get the piss kicked out of him… that was the only way he felt anything.

Most days Eggsy’s insides were twisted, and he hardly ever smiled anymore. But he did what he had to… Going through the motions as best as he could, missing his fire and wanting it back. Listening to everyone telling him how one day it would just be alright and how each day would be easier than the last. And even he knew that eventually it had to be true. Didn’t it? Why else would people keep saying it if it weren’t what happened…

And as much as he wanted to believe it, it only seemed to get harder— worse. He couldn’t stop feeling like this. He couldn’t stop fucking missing you and now, he wondered if he ever would.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Eggsy yelled and every layer in his voice screamed in agony as he kicked an end table, blasting it to slivers around your bedroom.

As he looked around the space, he saw you in everything.

Your clothing, your makeup, and books… Your dog curled up on your pillow, missing you nearly as much as he did. Everywhere he looked there you were, but instead of comfort it only offered him despair. Reminded him how terribly he’d failed and that now there was just a hole where you’d been. A deep dark hole that was void of all light, that just sucked every ounce of a person he used to be relentlessly.

“I’m sorry…” Eggsy whispered to the dog as he jumped, and partially to you— even though he knew you’d never hear it.

In that moment he was about to lose it again. He felt the blinding excruciating pain pressing into him like daggers and he almost couldn’t breathe. His insides burned so hot that he couldn’t fucking stand it and it felt like his heart was on fire. He couldn’t fucking—

“Eggsy,” Harry started lightly from behind him, pulling Eggsy from his thoughts of remorse and guilt abruptly knowing very well where this was going.

How long he’d been standing there, Eggsy wasn’t sure… but clearly it had been long enough by his tone, and it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d walked in on a moment like this; so there really was no use in deflecting, was there?

“What?” Eggsy asked back quietly, breathing heavily with his back still turned away as he stare at your Golden Retriever, Prince. Harry didn’t speak he just sighed deeply, and Eggsy definitely felt the shift in air on his slow exhale.

Finally he turned towards his old friend with brows in a straight painful glare. His eyes were dark and his skin was pale and inert… Eggsy hadn’t been taking care of himself in the slightest, and even though it’d only been a couple months; he looked like he aged years. Harry had noticed all this of course but how could he help someone that didn’t want it?

“Listen, Eggsy… I’ve go—“ He took a step forward, holding a sympathetic look behind in his eye.

Harry may not have known you very long, but it was long enough to tell how special you were to Eggsy. That and it would take a fool not to see how much you meant to each other. The way he looked at you alone was more powerful than any sign of devotion Harry’d ever seen. And nothing hurt Harry more than seeing the way your death had effected him, and he had been determined to do everything he could to help…

“Jus stop it, yeah? Don’t need this shit from you too, Harry…” Eggsy shook his head briefly in defeat, still holding his brows roughly; trying to hide the pain that crept up and through him as it poisoned his mind further.

“I’m… sorry. I know this is all very difficult for you, but if you’d listen to m—” Harry started, looking intently to Eggsy… If only he’d just listen.

“Stop.”

“No, you stop… Do you think she wants this of you? To see you like this?” Harry was trying to remain neutral in his voice, but he couldn’t stop the undertones that came forward as he point about the disheveled room. When Eggsy didn’t say anything, he continued this time a little softer, but with just as much feeling. “I don’t think so. Actually, I know for a fact she doesn’t.”

“You don’t know shit, Harry. She’s fuckin’ gone, ain’t she? She don’t want nothin’ anymore…” The ache of his words began spreading further as he pulled his face painfully. Eggsy didn’t like talking about you that way… but he had to. He had to accept the fact that you were gone, and that you weren’t coming back.

Those words rooted themselves to his bones as he pulled his mouth into a tight frown before continuing; interrupting Harry again as if he hadn’t even heard him starting.

“I can’t do it, Harry…” He said lightly, any once of poise he had left was collapsing around him, and after a moment he could see your smile again… “Jus can’t.” and now he was seeing your eyes sparking, happy and dancing between his own like wildfire.

“It feels like,” Eggsy paused again, his brows lightening as if he was searching deep inside his stomach for the answer. His eyes fell in defeat as he felt your skin against his again… “like everythin’ is just… gone. Like I’m nothin’ now.”

Harry didn’t know what to say at first, but after a moment he took in a deep breath and stepped closer to him. He placed a hand to Eggsy’s shoulder, squeezing it affectionately pulling his attention forward.

“You will never be nothing, Eggsy… You feel like this because you love her. I may not have know her very well, but I can tell you: she loves you too. And I can also say she won’t want to see you like this.”

“What the fuck’s wrong with ya? Why you keep bangin’ on like she’s here… like I’m ever gonna see her again- like she’s alright.” When he started, he was almost angry but mostly he was really fucking confused.

You’d been gone for two months and 17 days. And he may have kept it together for the most part around everyone else, but right now… he was going to lose it. All of his emotions were passing tightly to the cap of his control and as he continued his composure was crumbling just like the rest of him.

Eggsy stepped closer, with a fever in his eyes. “What the fuck you on about, hm?”

He was ready to go off on Harry truthfully; even though he knew none of it was Harry’s fault, but when you’re grieving nothing really makes sense, does it? Just as he opened his mouth again, he heard the front door open…

“If you’d just have listened to me…” Harry said softly, and Eggsy had no idea what to make of it.

When he looked from Harry to Prince, the dog shot his head and ears up in a most familiar way as he sniffed the air several times, then stood on the bed…

Eggsy’s own face switched to something in between bemusement and terror as he watched Prince jump from the bed and run from the room excitedly. Each quiet clicker of his nails pattering down the stairs filled him with more anxiety than the last and when he looked to Harry, he was already smiling softly.

In that moment Eggsy felt like gravity and time had lost all form and meaning…

“Who’s that?” He asked with his chest heavily rising and falling as a muffled voice carried from the bottom of the stairs as if on waves.

“You know who it is.” Was all Harry said, and in a flash Eggsy pushed passed him; running down the hall and the flight of stairs quicker than light.

When he was a few steps from the bottom his eyes were wide, and his breath was rushed leaving his lungs in short hurried puffs.

And there you were…

Clear as a summer day, there you were.

You pushed yourself slowly from the ground, losing your balance a bit as Merlin steadied you from the doorway. Having mechanical legs wasn’t exactly something you got used to over night…

When Eggsy looked at you, his gaze was transfixed as if he was seeing a ghost. Under the circumstances he really had been, hadn’t he? You were dead… weren’t you?

“Hi, Eggy…” You offered, locking eyes with his; your voice soft, quiet and lined only slightly with apprehension.

Your own eyes filling full of tears you didn’t even try hiding. You were so fucking scared you were almost shaking, and all you wanted was to feel him again… to touch him. But what if he didn’t want you? What if he didn’t trust you anymore…

Eggsy stepped slowly from the stairs with his lips slightly parted; still sporting that look of awe behind his azure eyes. “I… wh…” He tried a few times, but nothing came out.

But in a flash he shoved passed whatever skepticism he had been feeling and grabbed you. Hugging you tighter than he’d held anything, squeezing like you were water slipping between his fingertips. He grabbed your face between his hands and decorated every inch of your neck and face with tender yet panicked filled kisses.

He half expected you would disappear before his eyes, or that he was just hallucinating you… But he could feel you.

You were real and you were kissing him back; and at this point you both were crying happy tears so powerful you felt it in every molecule.

“You really here, luv?” Eggsy asked under his breath as he held his forehead to yours, breathing in that sweet smell of your skin, scanning those beautiful eyes he loved so damn much.

“Are you?” You asked sweetly with a smile, letting each salted tear slide its way down your cheek.

God, was he glad to see you. So glad he didn’t even care to listen to the part screaming that he’d just made you up. He didn’t even care if part of him said he’d finally just gone mental… that this was it. That he’d completely fucking lost it.

Even if he had made it all up, it really didn’t fucking matter: because you were there with him.

There was even a part inside that resigned to his fate, knowing it would never be possible for you to be alive, well and with him… But when he looked up the stairs to Harry, he knew.

You were alive– somehow. And this time? He was not going to let go. Not ever.

“Where you go, I go.” Eggsy whispered in your ear before kissing you fervidly, finally feeling whole again.

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《SECOND ART RAFFLE!!》

WOA 200+ FOLLOWERS… WHERE DID Y'ALL COME FROM QWQ

THANK YOU SO MUCH! QAQ

TO CELEBRATE, I WILL HAVE MY 2ND ART RAFFLE >:D

Most of the info is in the pics XD

Rules:
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Deadline: 11 December 2017

Well, the deadline is vere far away because my exams are near and this is the last time i’ll hold this until the exams end.
So le deadline must be 11 December

But guess what,
I mite also reveal more shizzles about my au :D

So bear with me pls XDDDDD

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THANK YOU ALL FOR 200+! :’D

re:quest [tension] - chapter 2

This is my first time translating a novel (as opposed to manga), so it’s been an interesting experience. I’ve had to take more liberties than usual in translating the story, such as rearranging the lines, combining and splitting up sentences to make the story flow better. It’s taking roughly around 4-5 days to translate and proofread a chapter, so it looks like I’ll be able to post a chapter once, maybe twice a week.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy chapter 2 of “tension”, the short story that features Ui and Hairu and the CCG art festival. For those who haven’t read it, chapter 1 can be found here.

(Thank you @kanekikenunot and @tokyo-ghoul-out-of-context for proofreading.)


“…You’re going to be the special adjudicator!?”

Standing in front of Hairu and Ui was Arima Kishou. The man with hair devoid of colour, who carried an unearthly air around him, had just returned from a mission. The two had run into him by chance and had greeted him, and it was there that they learned about this unexpected news.

That Arima was to be the special adjudicator for the CCG art festival.

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anonymous asked:

lmao imagine the Losers at an Art museum

OoooOOH MY GOD

~Ben and Mike wander over to the historical section and get lost for hours, whispering to each other about their different takes on the pieces and filling each other in on things they don’t know

~Stan has to keep reminding everyone that they’re in public and to shut up, lowkey apologizing to the security for his friends

~Richie, Bev, Bill, and Eddie all go to the abstract section together, but Richie nearly gets strangled because he interprets every piece as being dick shaped

~Stan stays far away from the abstract, though, because the mess of thrown together colors hurts his head. Mike doesn’t really like it either, so they sit together in the portrait section and try to make up backstories for the different people they see

~There’s a lot of signs that say Do Not Touch. Everyone takes turns hauling Richie back by his shirt collar each time he feels challenged by this

~They all take turns posing as the different statues they find. Bill is the best at it, but Stan wins for matching the expressions. Richie makes up the voices

~Bev finds the section dedicated to women and their art and sighs in happiness

~Ben takes notes of the different shades of red he finds, trying to figure out how to make them into a new haiku for Bev

~Eddie sort of likes anything in watercolor because it’s calm

~He also appreciates the frequent hand sanitizer stations

~Stan points at several pieces and just mumbles “Mood”. He stops once Richie starts doing it too

~Richie finds a small section with art you can interact with, and literally no one sees him for the rest of the day. Eddie is the only one who knows where he is, but he doesnt tell anyone because he secretly is in love with watching Richie be so into what he’s doing

~Bill and Eddie find the photography section and argue over whether they could do better if they got a semi-decent camera

~Before they leave, Richie drags everyone into the gift shop and somehow uses up another 30 minutes there. Ben buys a couple post cards with some of Bev’s favorite pieces on it, Richie gets the lamest gift shop shirt he could find, and Bill finds a little paper weight statue of a toy boat that he likes because it reminds him of Georgie

~the Losers spending a nice day being friends and not suffering thanks

The Boys + Their Rooms

Leo

  • Let’s state the obvious that it’s very clean
  • He has everything put away and organized, it’s simply disgusting how well this turtle has his shit together
  • But let’s get into the nitty gritty
  • Leo doesn’t actually like to clean, he just hates mess
  • The smallest room of the brothers
  • Actually has very few belongings
  • Like, there’s a bed, a mirror, a chest for his clothes and other miscellaneous items, a single scroll and some candles
  • What stuff he does have is near and dear to him
  • His bed is pushed up against the wall to open up the room so he can practice katas and such
  • There are no pictures or posters on the walls, but he does have a scroll hanging up depicting some of the first katas he learned
  • He has a fairly large collection of insence but hardly uses it because its meant for special occasions
  • Doesn’t have many books, but the few he does have he reads over and over (there’s a book of really old Japanese poems that is his favorite, with English translation writen very neatly in between the lines)
  • Much like Master Splinter, he has a space set for meditation where he lights candles and keeps a few crystals to calm his energy
  • But by far his most treasured possession is his mirror
  • Its rather large, and hangs next to his door facing his bed. In the lair few things they own are unbroken, and this mirror is one of those things
  • On his actual bed he has one pillow and one blanket that he uses year round
  • If he gets cold he uses one of the guest blankets that Raph started to knit after April, Casey and you started to come around
  • Of course his main blanket is blue
  • It doesn’t mach his mask but its close enough
  • Speaking of which, once he’s ready to sleep he lays his mask on top of his gear, all of which is set neatly out for the next day

Raph

  • Surprisingly it’s pretty clean
  • And I mean clean
  • While he may seem messy, he’s kind of a neat freak
  • Like, he may have some shorts or a book laying about but you will never find any dust, grime, or old food laying around
  • His cleanliness stems from his dislike of bugs
  • He once left an old thing of pizza in his room for a week
  • There were ants everywhere; he was #traumatized
  • He has managed to collect a lot over the years
  • His walls are lined with old rolling stone covers of famous musicians
  • He has random vinyl hung up as well as thrown out CD’s; they don’t play but the art is cool
  • His room is pretty long, and sectioned off by a random portion of wall
  • He enjoys the privacy
  • His bed is behind the wall obvs
  • His main light doesn’t work very well because its too small, so Donnie helped him set up lamps and string lights all over
  • There’s are neon signs in there too, idk how
  • He does indeed have workout equipment in his room
  • A set of dumbbells and another punching bag (having two helps)
  • He’s quite the reader actually
  • A lot of the books they had were old classics that were thrown out, so he owns a lot of old, torn up copies
  • Theres actually a lot of seating on his room, a couple of bean bags and some ancient chairs (also thrown out and fixed up)
  • His bed is the most lavish of all his brothers
  • He didn’t have a lot of pillows, but then April, Casey and you entered his life
  • He loves pillows
  • Normal ones, plush ones, ones made out of boobs, body pillows
  • He legit has like ten
  • He uses one blanket, but due to his knitting he has a bunch laying around
  • Speaking of knitting he has a corner set up for it and a stash of everything he needs nearby
  • There are some wood working pieces around but he tend not to carve because its hard to find the proper wood
  • He doesn’t like how cold the floor is so he has rugs
  • There’s an old radio thats constantly playing classic rock
  • Seriously, it’s never off
  • He sleeps with lights on
  • His mask is where ever he throws it before falling asleep, but typically its nearby so he can grab it and go

Mikey

  • He calls it organized chaos… But its a mess
  • Has the most stuff
  • Most of it has use but a lot doesnt
  • If a bedroom could constantly look like a frat party, thats what his would be
  • He has all sorts of lights set up to sweep his room
  • Most of the time they’re off but be careful if they’re on, you might have a stroke by how crazy they are
  • He has clothes all over; half clean half not
  • His bed is the biggest and his room is the biggest because this is the room the baby turtles shared until they were about seven of so
  • His bros have to force him to clean
  • Surprisingly it doesn’t smell
  • He has a desk, a lot of shelves, and a toy chest with the toys all the bros shared when they were younger
  • His walls are much like Raphs, and are covered in posters he finds, makes, rips out of magazines
  • Half the stuff on the walls he doesn’t even like, he just likes how it looks
  • Totally owns a disco ball
  • He has all sorts of art supplies everywhere, and sometimes does commissions or sells pieces
  • His bed, while lacking the grand amount of pillows, is still quite lavish
  • He has multiple blankets to sleep in and one huge body pillow
  • Everything is orange
  • His bed has an actual frame, so he hangs his mask on that before bed
  • A lot of the time he falls asleep with it on though

Donnie

  • So for starters, his room is separate from his tech corner of the lair
  • But its not super far away from it either
  • Donnie has an actual cot in his lab because he’s to lazy to get to his room most nights
  • Be forewarned: his room is booby trapped
  • Literally; You have to put in a code before you even open the door
  • You will be zapped if you get it wrong too many times
  • Of course he has it set to let you in anyways because he likes you a lot more than his bros
  • The code changes depending on his mood too
  • Fortunately if he’s in his room the door is either propped open a tad or its all the way open, and I’ll tell you why
  • Donnie is the brains behind team turtle, we know this. He’s greatly responsible for his and his bros survival
  • That is super stressful, and while it doesn’t bother him much anymore, he still has bad days
  • Solution? R&R themed room
  • His room isn’t the largest but its close second. This is due to the fact that the four bros can often be found lounging around inside all together
  • There’s nothing super special about the room per say
  • He has some posters, his bed is in the center of the back wall, and he has a random assortment of furniture to lounge on
  • There’s also a few shelves lining the walls, filled with all sorts of books. From kids books to medical books to science fiction he has it all
  • No one can say why his room is the best, it just is
  • It smells nice, the purple tones are super soothing, and everything is very comfortable
  • His bed is hardly used but its by far the most comfortable, if only because Donnie is always working his magic on it
  • If he manages to actually sleep in his bed he’ll put his mask on the chair next to it
  • The rest of the time he falls asleep in it
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‘’You won’t hurt her, Snoke! I saved her once, I’ll do it again.’’ 

Headcanon: Kylo saved Rey from the other Knights of Ren during the slaughter of Luke’s padawans and dropped her on Jakku so she’s far away from Snoke and him. She managages to ignite the spark of Light that is still inside of him when they meet again many years later.

When Snoke heavily injures her in front of his eyes (because she’s a huge threat to him and Kylo Ren, who has still Light in him), he is transported back to the time where someone nearly killed her and again… He. Can’t. Let. That. Happen. Light or Dark, she’s someone he can’t watch die before him. Not if he can prevent it.