I’m fine with that! Just take your time and don’t hurry up:3
So for the request! I was thinking for the bad time line yk the one where Casey jr came from about the rottmnt x little turtle sibling reader was being infected by the kraang after accidentally getting in touch with the stuff at patrol and starts attacking them obviously they managed to restrain them back to the lair and fix them back to their old selves! I was wondering on how the brothers would react to that especially Casey jr👉🏻👈🏻🥺
Ooooo this one's interesting!! Of course bbg consider it done!! Awgh, twin I am SO SOFT for sibling reader :(( <3333333 & this plot idea is OUMGPH. 👊💥 right in the GUT buuut it's like,, a good gut punch!! full of ✨ideas✨ AUHFAGFGHHHH their reactions HOOOOOO BOOAAYYYYYY 😮💨 me, personally, as an individual, as the mother of a daughter and as a daughter to a mother—
Thank you so much for requesting and I'll try to push it out as soon as I can!!!! & i'll be sure to tag you in it as well, okay? okay-dokaaaay 🩵💕
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw/Felipe Zaghetti | Felps, Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw & Felipe Zaghetti | Felps, Rafael Lange | Cellbit/Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw (Mentioned), Mikhael Línnyker | mikethelink & Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw (Mentioned)
Characters: Felipe Zaghetti | Felps, Tarik Pacanhan | Pactw
Additional Tags: Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Canon, post-fuga impossível, Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Soup, oh holy shit that's a tag, Kissing, Scar Kissing, in my mind this is set maybe a year or so after fuga? before cellbit changes his name to cellbit, so he's still called cell in this
Summary:
There’s a knock at the door. And at his muttered response, it opens to reveal Felps.
“Hey, is everything okay?” Felps asks. “You haven’t been out in a while.”
It’s not like this is the first time they’ve been away from each other like this. But Pac hates it. It’s so disorientating to adjust to at first.
Stubbornly, he curls tighter around Mike’s pillow.
“I’m fine.”
(reblogs appreciated \o/)
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BTS as rom coms:
Seokjin: While You Were Sleeping, an impulsive lie inspired by the longing for a stranger’s handsome face leads to absolute chaos
Jimin: The Holiday, hot people halfway around the world switch lives with each other on a whim and charm the fuck out of everyone they meet
Hoseok: When Harry Met Sally, a hyper- Type A personality and an effortlessly charming personality ruthlessly repress their mutual attraction for years
Namjoon: Princess Bride, creative subversion of classic fantasy tropes, a happy ending, and goddamn if you won’t quote it forever
Taehyung: How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days, two beautiful people locked in an escalating war of insane lies realize they’re made for each other
Yoongi: My Best Friend’s Wedding, deconstruction of the rom com, where the most perfect romance is the friendships that sustained us
Jungkook: Miss Congeniality, a hot, stompy, big-booted federal agent employs sparkling eyes and dangerous martial arts to save lives, lift spirits, and find love
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My day.
I am depressed.
This is not a cry for help.
I am not looking for attention.
Please, stop looking at me.
It won’t make me feel better.
I don’t need you sympathetic eyes, or your “it’s okay” gaze,
As my world is on fire, this won’t help ease the pain.
“You’re too young to feel that way” is what everyone used to tell me.
“You’re too young to feel pain.”
Then why do I?
Am I playing pretend?
Am I here for you to justify your ways.
Am I here for you to feel okay?
I am cutting my hair, I am cutting out calories, I am looking for a way out of this pain.
But I’m just looking for attention, right?
My family love me, my friends love me, right?
Then why do I feel this barrier around my heart, why am I literally falling apart?
Why is it so easy for you to say?
I am the one at fault, I know.
Why do I bother you at all?
Why can’t I just look away, think of something else, get my mind off of this stupid game?
Game.
It’s just a game.
It’s a game, where I get more points for staying alive.
It’s a game, where I get more points if I don’t cry.
But why is it so hard?
I’m good at games.
I grew up with games, I play games every day!
I play “don’t be mad at me”,
“sorry if what I said was blunt”,
“sorry, that I don’t feel safe in this neighborhood.”
But the neighborhood, isn’t the neighbors, and the happy dogs, and the white picket fence,
It’s the voices in my head, screaming louder every day,
Hoping that they’re heard.
Hoping that they’re loved.
I don’t love them.
But I hear them.
I don’t see them,
But I feel them.
I open my eyes every morning, hoping that I’ll be okay,
But then I go to school, with a headache, as well as a smile as a facade.
Trying so hard to stay awake.
But when I come home, no one's there.
And so I sleep the whole day.
Hoping that the monsters are kept at bay.
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