Mom Took Them Trick Or Treating. She Said They Could Just Go As Turtles, But They Wanted To Dress In

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“BAM! You’ve been hacked by Donatello!”

it's kinda comforting to me when my friends are a little annoying or longwinded or abrasive or tired and inarticulate, or they don't do the exact politest thing in every interaction, and stuff, because I know I'm sometimes annoying, or take up a more than my share of conversational space, or forget to ask them questions, etc etc, and... like, I'm always working to be nice to my friends and to get better and better at friend-ing, but it just makes me feel more human about it :}

anyway I love you friends plz know I'm not counting, in fact I feel great affection toward you even (especially) when conversations go less than Perfectly Ideal

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ATTENTION! HELP! PLEASE READ!

I HAVE JUST BECOME HOMELESS SO I AM NOW ACCEPTING COMMISSIONS!

My father and I were previously living with my grandmother and abusive uncle, who has thankfully been away for a few months. He returned last night, so my father and I were forced to leave. My father lost his job a few years ago after having several heart attacks, and has been unable to work since. I do not make enough money to support us currently and am working on getting a second job. In the meantime I am hoping to make some extra money on the side via commissions. Commissions will take precedent over requests.

I WILL WRITE FOR ANY FANDOM ON MY MASTERLIST, OR FOR YOUR OCs.

I ALSO OFFER TAROT READINGS (No set prices, pay what you can!)

I WILL ALSO DRAW A BUST OF YOUR (HUMAN) OCs ($20)

PRICES FOR WRITING COMMISSIONS: Drabbles (Less than 500 words)- $5 Shorts (More than 500 words, less than 1k)- $10 Fic (More than 1k words)- $15

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Buy me a Ko-Fi! | Cashapp ($RenzaMarie) | Paypal (or you can message me for my zelle)

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I AM NOT GONNA JUST PASS BY AND NOT DRAW SOMETHING. I WAS BLIND FOR DIDN'T NOTICE HIM EARLIER AAAAADVDPDKBPDADPD

Crying. Posts this and instantly dies.

Replica au by @kathaynesart

3rd world countries to 1st world countries that took alot of rich resources from them to make their nation better

Listen.

EVERYBODY knows (or should) that you DO. NOT. STOP. in Vidor, Texas. 

It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

Reblog To Save Life

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Make the Bond - Pt. 1

Summary: Unexpectedly, your life is flipped upside down when a waterlogged stranger washes ashore in your village. Hostile, nasty, and unable to speak the language, he makes for a headache of a combo. But something inside tells you not to give up on him, that he’s capable of learning and change. But how are you supposed to trust this yellow-eyed stranger when you suspect there’s more to him than he’s letting on? Not to mention the rumors of a dangerous avatar on the loose….

A/N: Link to the ao3 version here. 

Part one of ?

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At first, you had thought you’d made a really good catch.

It was the last toss of a very long day and your basket was frustratingly empty. The fibers of the net had rubbed your hands to an irritated red and your shoulders were aching from fatigue. Your fishing abilities were not one of the finer things about yourself. Many of your days were spent in the corals of the shallows, plucking stones smoothed from decades of the ocean tide to weave into jewelry or languishing in tide pools warmed from the sun. You’d matured in the clan, and had passed the tests required of young Metkayina to reach adulthood, and yet you felt a certain displacement in your village. Your father, Olo'eyktan of your settlement, was often troubled by this. Though you weren’t in line to inherit titles and responsibilities (those would fall to your eldest brother), a certain measure of appearances still needed to be kept. And having an aloof youngest daughter didn’t help. So, in line with the duties of a daughter, you were often sent to do tasks away from the village. Like fishing.

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