I Like Men

Doing flips, crawling on the floor, fighting demons, eating a chair, chewing on glass, ripping my hair out, crying, sobbing, beyond saving.

ME ME ME!! I HAVE EGGS IN MY POCKET!! ITS ME IM THE SILLY ONE SO SILLY SO SILLY IM SO SIL

My mug warms my hands as I gaze out at the sea, the waves crashing and seagulls calling reminds me of a time when I once felt at peace. I take a deep breath, the fresh sea air and the steam from my green tea filling my senses, telling me that I have everything I could have ever wanted - 

And yet, I find myself aching for something more. 

I sip my tea and sigh, the leaves over brewed and bitter to the tongue; I’ve been standing on the sand for longer than I realized. It’s easy to get lost in it, to lose yourself as you study the shore and try to understand the lessons that it wishes to show you. A crab skitters along the edge, holding its ground as the water licks at its little feet and tries to tempt it back into the water. 

Oh, to be a crab in the water. No worries, no stress, their only responsibility to eat and reproduce. To live in the water and let the waves guide you, to never know the feeling of anything but the world’s weight as it pushes down on you and wishes to bury your head under the water. To just live. 

Perhaps I should move back home, tell my family I’ve become a failure… and that I’ll never become a published author. My place beside the sea feels almost forbidden, as if I was never meant to be there. But if not here… where? 

“Elliot,” a voice calls, pulling me from my dramatic thoughts and back to the real world. The sun still shines above us, the warm summer breeze rustling my clothes as I turn to look at the person whom I’ve come to admire. 

The farmer stands behind me, a single large brown egg in hand, holding it out to me like the most sacred offering. Their smile is contagious as ever as I gently take the egg from them. 

“Oh, a present! Thank you!”

They’re gone without another word, shuffling along the shore and shoving shells in their pockets. 

It’s then that I realize what I’ve been aching for. 

And it’s the silly little farmer with eggs in their pockets.

im all for tottmnt and im like happy and shit we’re getting more tmnt content but is everyone just gonna like. Collectively ignore the fact that paramount supports Israel/has donated money in the support of Israel hello

The Hollywood Reporter

Paramount Donates $1M to Humanitarian Relief, Condemns Hamas Attack on Israel

“We stand united against all acts of terror and hate,” Shari Redstone and Bob Bakish told employees amid the Hamas-Israel war via an interna

Not saying that you can’t or shouldn’t watch it btw just leaving this here as an fyi ….. pirate it

i lov my wife

It's not Thursday yet but I had to make this before anyone else did

Original video from @cybergoth-damsel I had to add music I could not help it

kin moment.

Heh heh

Based on this

me every single day of every single second of every single year

I've nothing else to say

i was wrong :( this sammich.

First post 🥺🥺🥺 I Need tottmnt

i want to squish his cheeks and then chew on them like I'm his grandma but also a rabid animal

I kinda wanna hug from Raph, I’m not doing very good today.. if he wants to tho..

all ur gonna get from raph is an awkward side-hug. consider yourself EXTREMELY lucky ! !!!!!! !! !! hope u feel better

me trying to not autistically rant about Piccolo, Gohan, the Gammas, Haikyuu characters with autism (i have a list), skyrim argonians, tmnt, tmnt autism????

The smartest boy in the land

I know he's probably just calling it Professor as a joke/to be cute, but imagine showing up for class and your Professor is legitimately a Gible.

Eats him whole

Piccolo sketch dump #1 🤗