i saw your post so i thought why not

post breakup AUs

because i haven’t seen enough of these around and i am so here for angst:

  • “today was the first family gathering i’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin that absolutely adored you asked where you were and i had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures i took of you to feel okay again¨ AU
  • ¨i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive¨ AU
  • “i’m pretty sure if taylor swift and i were in a competition of who could write the most breakup songs in one night, i’d win by a landslide because i still set two plates out for dinner even though i eat alone and it’s almost pathetic because we’ve been broken up for ages but i’m still not over you” AU
  • “so i know we haven’t talked in like, two years, and that things ended pretty badly between us but what the fuck do you mean you’re engaged to be married¨ AU
  • “yes, i know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago but it’s really comfy okay. i totally don’t wear it because like it still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like home since i moved out. pfft. absolutely not.” AU
  • “look, i know we agreed to be friends and everything but that’s what everyone says when they break up. i can’t take you asking me for advice on how to ask out the new person you’re interested in, okay? it’s killing me” AU
  • “oh hi, totally didn’t expect to see you here at this one hole in the wall coffee shop literally no one in the entire world besides you knows about. what a coincidence.” AU
  • “it´s my [insert family relation here]´s wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all i can think about is how this was almost us” AU (bonus: “i know that it’s two in the morning and i’m dressed really formally and a little (a lot) bit drunk but i couldn’t stop thinking about you after my grandma asked how you were doing also can i come in it’s freezing out here”)
  • “i still have your sister’s scarf and i know it’s stupid but i’ve been hoping maybe one day you’ll come by and pick it up so we’ll be forced to talk again because i haven’t seen you in months and i’m maybe kinda sorta still in love with you” AU
  • “i know we were never officially together or anything but seeing that picture you posted on [insert social media] with him/her literally felt like you carved my heart out of my chest and stomped on it and i’m not really sure why i’m leaving this voicemail but my pillow still smells like you and i miss your stupid face” AU
  • “we have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and i know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad” AU
  • “so like, i know we broke up and stuff but funny story, i haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming with me for [insert family celebration] and i really don’t know how to tell them and i know this is really selfish but i can’t break my great grandma’s heart like that, she’ll probably have a heart attack and– wait what? you’d do that for me? holy shit, i love you… wait–” AU
  • “i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore” AU
  • “well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU
Why The Name?

Okay so about 2 weeks ago my lovely friend @justthatstarboy saw this post Sophia  and he asked me to write a prompt for it. How could I refuse? 

Prompt Written by @rebel-lance

As soon as Lance felt the weight of his gun form in his hands he immediately thought of his mother. She was a pistol of a woman and everything Lance wanted to be. 

She was sweet, caring, pretty to look at but if you got on her bad side she would make sure you learn your lesson. Lance looked up to his mother and knew that no matter where he was (Even when he wasn’t on the same planet as her) she was there to protect him. 

Lance immediately named his gun Sophia. 

-

As time moved on with team Voltron and Lance found himself in more battles he would always hold his gun closer and whisper “I’ll be home soon Sophia.” 

Lance didn’t care that the team heard him. He didn’t care that they would give him questioning looks. He didn’t care what his team or anybody thought, he was surviving for his mother. He was going to come home. 

-

Roughly a month or so passed before someone questioned Lance on the name. They were all lounging in the common room and Lance was cleaning his weapon making sure everything was perfect and ready to go. 

“So Lance why the name?” Shiro looked at the boy sitting on the floor with a rag in his hands. 

Lance looked at his hero and cocked his head to the side “Name?” 

“Yeah Sophia.” Everyone turned and looked at Lance, even Hunk despite the fact that he knew where the name came from. 

Lance looked around at his team, gave them a small sigh and place the part he was cleaning on the floor and picked up another part to clean. “Sophia is the name of a pretty lady back home.” 

All of them groan jokingly, Shiro even said that he hopes she waits up for Lance and Lance said he hopes so too. 

-

Lance crouched down behind a desk and listened to the Galra run by the room. He tried to calm his heart down but it was pounding so loud and so fast that Lance was freaking out. 

The mission went bottoms up when somebody accidentally tripped a wire causing the ship to go into complete lockdown. Lance ended up being separated from his group and Pidge was filling him in where the Galra were. 

“Lance I hate to say it but they are closing in on you.” Pidge attempted to hide the panic in their voice but it leaked through enough to send Lance into a panic. 

“Pidge please tell me that I have an escape?” Lance started to shake. 

“Sorry Lance I can’t see one.” Lance could hear his team talking. They wanted to get to him but they couldn’t, it wasn’t possible. 

Lance placed his gun on the ground and put his hands over his ears. Everything was too loud and Lance couldn’t breath. He needed to do something but he didn’t know what to do. He could hear the Galra getting closer and Lance felt tears fall down his face. 

He thought back to everyone he didn’t get to say goodbye too and everything that he missed or will miss. He thought back to his mother and how heartbroken she will be when she gets told of what happened to him. 

“I’m sorry mama I can’t keep my promise.” Lance felt more tears fall from his eyes as more Galrans approached. He had promised her that he would come back home no matter what (This was back when he was in the Garrison). 

Just before Lance was about to completely give up he remember what his mother always said to him. Breaking a promise is like breaking a heart. You must fulfill the promise you made no matter what, or else you will crush someone.

Sophia had never in her entire life broken a promise and neither had Lance. This wasn’t going to be his first promise that he would break. Lance picked up his gun and peered over the desk, he counted the Galrans and looked down at his gun. “Well Sophia want to give it one more go?” Lance started to fire. 

-

It had been 6 years since Lance disappeared and Sophia was sitting in her kitchen staring at the wall with a cup of tea in her hands. She was still determined that, even after all these years, her son would come home. Even when everyone told her to just accept it she would shake her head no and say “Lance would never break a promise, especially one he made to me.” 

People sympathised with her but she didn’t want sympathy or empathy she wanted her son back. 

She heard a knock on the door and stood to answer it. She looked at the family pictures that hung from the wall. She fixed her hair and opened the door. She came face to face with a slightly taller, more buff and more mature Lance. 

He smiled at her wildly through the tears that stained his face “See mama I would never break a promise.” 

Whoops I kinda went on my own at the end. 

I hope you like it Star!!!! I know how much you love happy endings <333333

The Grim Reapers Girlfriend Pt.2 (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by yoongichii

Originally posted by recked

Part 1

Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?

Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.

Warning: Swearing


You groaned at another dad joke Yoongi has made “God stop they’re awful” you whined and sat up on the platinum white bed sheets looking at the older boy.

It has been a week since the accident and the doctor said you could be let out today. Although with the occasional disappearing to other deaths, Yoongi has been by your side the whole time.

“Wait I’ve got another one” you groaned at his voice and plopped back down in the position you were in before. “Whats brown and sticky?” he chuckles not able to finish the joke.

“You’re scaring me” you whisper not wanting to people to hear your voice. Over time you’ve learnt that only you could see him but when he wants to be seen by others he can be seen by others.

“A stick!” he gasps for air clutching his stomach for dear life, you couldn’t help but laugh at his state. You’re feelings for him were growing stronger, at this point he was but a child’s crush to you, and that’s how you wanted it to be.

 “Miss Y/L/N, How are you on this fine morning?” The doctor strolled in grabbing out his stethoscope and checking your heart beat, you keep looking at Yoongi who is still laughing but this time he falls out of his chair causing you to let out one big laugh.

“Miss Y/L/N are you alright?” the doctor looked concerned and stared at you, all you could do was bite your lip and nod.

“Well looks like you’re free to go. I’ve done all the paper work so you can walk right out of here” He smiled and practically skipped out the door.


“What do you wanna do?” Yoongi asked, hands in his pockets as the two you wandered out of the hospital. 

“I know what I’m doing” you waved your hands getting a taxi’s attention, luckily one rolled in right next to where you were standing “I’m going back to my dorm to get ready for my classes” you smiled up at him.

As soon as your butt touched the seats you sighed, ‘Being around Yoongi is hard work’ You thought to yourself and looked back to see he wasn’t there. 

Unfazed you turned back around to see him sitting right next to you. Holding your hand up to your heart you breathed in an out in hopes of steadying your heart beat.

“What the hell? Why can’t you leave me alone for two god damn seconds?” you whispered. The old man was too busy listening to his music to care. “I told you, I’ll be with you until you say yes” he smirked and rested his head against the seat.


You pulled up to your university and walked in the direction of the dorms. As you were walking you noticed girls watching your every move and gasping, “He’s so hot” you heard one girl bicker “I’ve never seen him before in my entire life” another said fanning herself.

You groaned and stopped in your tracks “They can see you can’t they?” you asked, “Of course babe” he swung his arm around you and continued walking. 

“Why can they see you?” you pushed his arm off of your shoulder and continued walking “I want everybody to know that you’re mine” he smiled and again placed his arm around you.


“Y/n!” Mi Na screamed and engulfed you into a big hug “I missed you!” it was the end of summer holidays so you didn’t miss out on much. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come to the hospital” Mi Na rambled on.

When she was finished she went back to her desk and started to place books down. You started to hang photos up on walls and place all of your clothes into the dresser, that was until you felt cold hands wrap around your waist.

You screamed and jumped forward Mi Na looked up “What is it?” it was clear that this time Yoongi had become invisible again. “Nothing, I just thought I saw something” you said smiling.

“Hey, why don’t we get some coffee?” Mi Na asked.


After ordering you couldn’t help but stare at the cashier and he couldn’t help but stare at you. 

“Ugh! You’re so pretty it’s unfair” Mi Na groans scrolling through your latest Instagram posts. “I’m really not Mi Na, You’re the one who’s got a boyfriend.” you sighed grabbing your coffee.

Before walking out the door you see something scribbled on the lid ‘You are BEAUTIFUL’ it wrote, along with a number, you looked back to find the cashier staring at you smiling.

Whilst this was all going on, you didn’t notice a young man who was right beside you. Jaw clenched, steam practically coming out of his ears he was ready to beat that guy to a pulp.


“Ah Y/n I gotta go, my mums freaking out about my little sister. She isn’t home yet and wants me to go look for her” Mi Na says running off into the night air.

“Are you really going to call him!?” Yoongi shouts, stumbling over some rocks. “Maybe, Maybe not?” you say smiling. “You’re my girl, I don’t want you to” he says stopping right in front of you.

“I’m not your girl Yoongi but nice try” you patted him on his chest and walked around him. 

“Why don’t I call him now?” You ask wriggling your eye brows giggling, “Give me the phone” Yoongi runs after you, you quickly go into the woman’s public toilets and dial the number.

“I swear to God Y/n” Yoongi screams outside of the small building. “Hello?” you hear a deep voice coming from your phone “Hi” is all you could say. Your knees weak, you sat down on the toilet making sure the lid was closed before you do.

“Who’s this?” he asked “It’s the girl from the coffee shop, I believe you called me beautiful?” you asked. “Ahhh Girl From the Coffee Shop, how are you?” he asks. 

“I’m good and yourself Mr. Cashier From the Coffee Shop?” he laughed “Mr Cashier From the Coffee Shop? I like it.” He paused once again, this time you heard Yoongi singing like a drunken man.

“Oh my baby, won’t you please come out. I’II buy you diamonds and sweets Oh won’t you come out” He laughed and banged on the door. You covered the phone and whispered yelled “Yoongi shut the hell up or I’ll never say yes!” soon he was quiet, ‘That shut him up’ you thought.

You pressed your ear back to your phone and listened.

“But you must know…my name is Jin”

That’s what adults do. We fuck up.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Genevieve
Word count : 1,460
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 6 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



Gen was drinking coffee, watching the boys eat their breakfast when her phone rang. “Hey Dani.” She smiled.

“Hi Aunty Dani!” The boys yelled.

She could hear Danneel laughing. “Tell the boys I said hi.

“Aunty Dani says you better stop fooling around and eat your breakfast.”

Danneel laughed again. “Nice, Gen.

Gen smiled. “What’s up?”

Jared didn’t come home this weekend?”

Gen sighed. “No. I uh, I needed some time.” She wasn’t going to elaborate with the kids there, so she left it at that, knowing her friend would understand. “Why?”

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Your eyes stole all my words away…

feel free to use these icons if you like them !! likes and reblogs would be appreciated tho:(

Oups? [4/x] -Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by brokencxstiel

Summary: You get tagged in an instagram post, which leads to a certain superhero getting a crush on you 

Pairing: Female reader x Peter Parker

Word Count: 843

Warnings: None

A/N: Thanks for the lovely feedback! <3

Oups? masterlist


“I’m telling you it was him!” You exclaimed, sitting down next to Madison on the couch.

“Are you sure?” she asked, not looking convinced. The rose from yesterday was placed on the livingroom table, looking pretty in the white vase.

“He used his web to get off my balcony, I’m pretty sure it was him” you rolled your eyes. You had already told her this multiple times.

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Half Past Three

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader 

Warnings: A curse word or two? 

Word Count: 1,286

A/N: I saw this prompt and thought it was cute: “I call you at 3 AM to talk about random stuff when I can’t sleep, and somewhere between ‘Do pandas like rock music’ and ‘Why can’t fish dance,” I ended up admitting that I love you.” Also sorry this took so long to post, life’s just been crazy! I hope y’all like it! :) 

Tagged: @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens, @icanneverbesatisfied, @jzzyjones, @afalsacientista

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Hii so I saw @notchopsuey​ doing this and thought it was very cute, which is why I have decided to make a birthday page too! :D

How to Join

What You Will Get

  • a spot on my birthday page
  • (for mutuals) a birthday gifset/graphic if i don’t get busy/lazy. i’m sorry no promises but i’ll do my best.
  • (for non-mutuals) i’ll be putting all the birthdays into a random name generator at the beginning of each month and let it pick someone to make a birthday gifset/graphic for! it’ll be one graphic for a nonmutual each month. 
  • (for everyone) i’ll leave you a happy birthday message in your inbox! please make sure your ask is enabled <3

if you change your url please come notify me ASAP!

Why activism is a terrible hobby

I recently saw a post where someone commented that the incredibly charged issue they were arguing about followed them home, and they couldn’t escape it. And it reminded me why this pattern I see of people (especially young people) where the majority of their downtime is spent on tumblr, and their tumblr is mostly some form of activism, from thought out long posts to clicking reblog on a petition, is so worrying to me.

Various forms of oppression are background noise to a lot of people’s lives. Fixing that is not likely to occur within your generation. It might get better, but the chances of it completely vanishing are minuscule. Some activists go home after dealing with bigotry all day at work, and talk about oppression on tumblr. And if they sit down and watch a TV show, they think about how it’s bigoted. If they have a musician they love, they feel obliged to think about how they’re problematic.

This is awful for you, your metal health, and the people around you. You burn out, you start blowing up at people for tiny things because you’re so tired of it. It makes you miserable and unpersuasive, it’s emotionally exhausting.

And this isn’t just me saying this. When my grandpa was training to do work with the labour party, he was told that you had to have a hobby to be good at it. Because otherwise it destroys you. You have to have something in your life that is totally disconnected from the horrific things you are seeing everyday.

If you can’t find TV shows to watch because you can’t switch off the social justice analysis part of your brain, do something else your activism can’t creep into. Take up knitting. Build shit out of cans. Play the recorder. Lock yourself in your bedroom and play minecraft. Whatever you do, please, please don’t let activism and fighting oppression take over every aspect of your life.

Have a separate activism tumblr and a cat pics/memes tumblr. Or blacklist activist things on your tumblr. Set aside some time where you don’t think about how shit the world is.

You have a right and an obligation to look after yourself. Please don’t drive yourself into the ground for the sake of social justice. You can’t fight all the time, and you’ll be no good at it if you can’t take a break.

anonymous asked:

I saw your tweet about people Rping real people and how it does seem to bother you if people post sexual content publicly (or anywhere you can see it), I was just wondering why you have let it bother you so much that you thought a public post of you basically telling people how they should role-play a person? I understand that reading that kind of content about yourself must be alarming, but sadly you don’t get to police other people’s behaviour.

For anyone wondering, this was my tweet:

“I don’t think there is a good way to say this so: Please, if you are going to rp real people, don’t post sexual content publicly, thanks.”

I’m very sorry if you were offended by my post, it was not intended to be as aggressive as you seemed to perceive it but I do feel like I have to stand my ground on this considering the person being used in these role-plays is me.
I was uncomfortable seeing it and I spoke out about it. That’s a completely valid thing for me to do. I am a real person, not a character in a show and I shouldn’t have to be treated as such. If it bothers me I’ll speak up about it and I expect people to respect my wishes.
I’m not saying that they still can’t do this with other people/characters who are okay with it, or if they must, they can do it privately. I just personally do not like seeing these things. I hope you understand. :)

hi im super sorry to bother you but i really love  your art and i just saw your pokemon team’s gijinkas and i thought they were so amazing! i tried to do a small doodle for my favourite design which is your butterfree Venus and i realised that she didn’t look anything like the design and im really sorry about that :’( i really love your art thank you for drawing and keeping me inspired! 

submitted by @ scaredofbirbs

WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZE This isn’t a bother at all!! QoQ

Sorry for the lateness in posting this, I’ve been awful pre-occupied and I wanted to make sure I was coherent enough to give you proper thanks for this–It’s really wonderful~!

You did a fine job capturing her! All their designs are pretty open for wiggle room and I could tell who it was the moment I saw it in my inbox, so I think you did well~ 

Thank you so much for this–I’m glad I could inspire you and I’ll keep doing my best!

Validation

So you know that feeling where you churn out a self indulgent Marichat trash drabble in like an hour and you get several hundred likes/reblogs in minutes But then you write something a little more outside your comfort zone that you are really proud of and no one says anything???? 

 That’s been my feelings about a lot of my work lately. The things I am proud of seem to be hated, and random crack pieces get insanely popular… 

 It’s taken a toll on my work and hasn’t helped me focus through my depression. It makes me wonder if I actually have talent or if I just am ok at filling a particular niche. 

 As much as we try as artist to do everything for ourselves, its easy to fall victim to the need for validation. To feel like our time and creativity is valued. 

 However, validation doesn’t mean hundred, or even dozens, of comments and likes. Sometimes just having a few is enough to get you motivated. 

 And then if you are really, really lucky, your whole world fills with sparkly rainbows because you wake up and find that someone (Looking at you @hchano) drew you fanart, and it’s perfect, and you remember how much you love your own work and that it doesn’t matter if everyone loves it as long as you do and can share it with your friends!

Originally posted by gifsforthemasses

This is why it is so important to show your support for the artists and writers that you follow. Give them likes, kudos, reblogs, comments… you never know if you will be the one person that makes them feel like its all worth it! 

(Also I am so excited for H to post her art later its sooooooo goooooooddd like omg… I seriously got teary eyed when I saw it this morning) 

anonymous asked:

Is it alright if I ask for one about austism?

absolutely! ♡

disability au’s: autism!

  • “I speak really slow and I hate how I sound, so whenever I have a question in class you’ll ask it out loud for me no matter how stupid and people kinda laugh at you but you don’t mind and idk I might be in love with you”
  • “I have an intense interest in this one thing, I can’t help it, but I see you everyday practicing this thing and someday I swear I’m gonna compliment you on it" 
    • “looks like this day is today because oh shit here you come—turns out you noticed me practicing it too oops”
  • “everyone kind of made in known in the class/office that your autistic but it doesn’t mean shit because you’re the only one here who knows what the hell we’re doing so cmon u gotta help me out man”
  • “you’re usually quiet around here but turns out that you have a thing for helping teach people things and you get all chatty and excited and I think that’s really fucken cute idk”
  • “you’re not that great at understanding certain feelings but you know what, I’m not really in the mood for anyone trying to understand what I’m feeling right now so take a seat bud you’re cool”
  • “I like being a superhero because I can really connect and bond with people without actually talking to them and having them think im weird”
  • “emotions really aren’t your thing but are definitely mine so we have a good black/white, opposites attract relationship here I like it”
  • “you’re fascinated with my roller coaster of emotions and I like having you around to chill me out bc I’m a lil bit of a drama queen”
  • “your routine runs into mine on the way to work/school every day and i wasn’t there one day so you got a little upset at not seeing me as it turns out, and so the next day you waited for me just to make sure you didnt do anything wrong and idk thats super frickin cute to me—nono you totally didnt mess up, i thought i saw ice cube the other day so i totally had to get an autograph”
Ever since I saw your baby pictures,
I see you so differently now.
In a good way though.
Looking at them was like,
finding a piece of a puzzle of your life.
And I finally got it.
When I look at you, it all makes sense now.
Where you come from and why you’re so happy all the time.
There’s still so many puzzle pieces I need to find from you,
but I’m glad I found one today.
—  Let’s Find More Pieces Together

meilancholic  asked:

Hello! I am the anon whom you guessed as an ISTP hahahaha (the one being competitive and likes to talk about his thoughts). I am actually an INTJ, by the way. Anyway, I am curious why xSTP types are also correlated to competition? I also saw a post from another blog that they also correlate competition with xSTP. I thought it's Te and Fi related? I want to know your insights about this. Thank you!

Okay, okay, I’ve been thinking about this one (and I unironically thank you so much for that). Because it’s true, I highly associate ISTPs with being competitive, but, just as you alluded, it’s very different from the way other types such as INTJ (basically Te and also Fi) compete. 

I think it’s a matter of high Ti vs. high Te. 

Te + Fi 

Te as the pragmatic function that it is, wants to see results.

 They take shit very seriously, hence their competitiveness is vehement, structured, rigid. Tertiary and inferior Fi also promote it, but quite differently:

  • Tertiary Fi (INTJ and ISTJ)  acts as a moral compass based on inner values. If these values involve higher concepts of ambition, earnestness and such, it is only going to increase Te’s eagerness of seeing results. Although I believe their validation is rather internal. They might be very competitive but I think they are their own true rivals; they want to be the best versions of themselves and they don’t focus that much on what others do.
    Unhealthy IxTJs will either be withdrawn, will refuse to act because of a fear of failure, or believe themselves to be better than anyone else, will hate group work activities and anything that involves others’ “incompetence”.

  • Inferior Fi (ENTJ and ESTJ) makes its user feel sick by the idea of seeming weak. They want to succeed over other people’s accomplishments because their validation is rather external. They basically want to have the best results over anyone else’s. 
    Unhealthy ExTJs will get nuts over the silliest defeats, will have aggressive behaviours in order to win.  

Ti + Ne/Se

Ti doesn’t care about any of that. Ti wants to mess with your head. Will they be competitive? Sure, but rather than concrete results, they strive to achieve a certain degree of inner logic and they want this logic to defeat the external world in general and your internal world in particular, they want to have an effect on both of them. 

  • Ti + Se users (ISTP and ESTP) will probably mess up with you in a more immediate and external way. 
  • Ti + Ne users (INTP and ENTP) are the ultimate trolls. They want to win but only to see your world burn (and I love them for that) .

Excuse my divagations, feel free to share your thoughts, I’d love to read it.

– INTJ

I adore how people are just so salty about the nick tmnt. It’s getting to the point to where it’s funny. Like the kind that’s stupid. That kinda funny. Like god forbid people actually enjoy the damn cartoon for once. Shit.