I can smell the 2000’s from this shirt
Imagine if this was an actual book…
Danny was defeated (to the full death) by an unknown ghost, and then woke up to find himself in a black cloak, just lying on the floor of the clock tower. Then he looks to his left to see Clockwork monitoring the multiple screens. Danny gets up and walks over - to see Sam crying at his funeral. And Tucker is on stage, giving a speech about how he died - including revealing the ghost secret to everyone for the first time. Clockwork looked past his shoulder to see Danny sitting cross-legged on the floor, hands over his face while numerous tears slipped between his fingers. The master of time helped his companion to stand, and proceeded to explain his plan…
I’m not kidding. Someone really needs to write this as an actual book and not just online fanfiction. That would be epic.
By the way, I did not draw the cover of the book.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM TO KNOW THAT THE MAIN CAST FROM SRMTHFG VOICES SOMEONE ON TMNT
Me doing nothing while my life falls apart
When you are committed to the game
Mythical creatures: The most complicated diagram on fictional animals you’ll ever need!
guys help i’m LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND over these fat tiger art scrolls
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Please reblog if you think its okay to need time away from your family, or need moments where you don’t need to talk to anyone and just be alone.
My parents are insistent that I should not be spending as much time “avoiding” them as I do. I want to know if others feel the same way I do: That being alone or not wanting to spend every waking minute with people is normal.
disney + emotions
(Because oh my god, it’s so hard, and everyone’s all like stop feeling so bad about yourself and it’s like how???)
Be naked. A lot. Sleep naked. Have sex naked. Eat cereal naked. (Or naked and wrapped in a sheet. Favorite thing.)
Follow beautiful, confident, (un-photoshopped) body-positive babes on the Internet. Unfollow anything that makes you feel insecure. Exposure is key. You’re not going to get it if you don’t seek it out, because the media sucks and wants us to feel like shit about ourselves so they can take our money. (Some hashtags to follow: #effyourbeautystandards #bootyrevolution #blackisbeautiful #transisbeautiful #wheelchairlife #fatkini #fatshion)
Lingerie. Next best thing to being naked.
Self care, babe. Different for everyone. (Me? Showers, books, shaving my legs, nature walks, dark lipstick, good playlists, clean rooms, candles, sexy time.)
Get ready in your underwear. Boobs = happiness.
Self portraits. Be pro-selfie. Take a million selfies. Take sexy selfies. Take no makeup selfies. Take bad angle silly selfies. Take artsy tripod selfies. Take everything-is-on-point selfies. You’re gorgeous; document your gorgeousness. You don’t even need to post them.
Stop with the self deprecationnnnn. Pleeeeaseeee. It’s hard to control your thoughts love, I know, but you can control what you say. NEVER insult yourself out loud. Dare I say compliment yourself out loud? (And if you can, do your best to try to body-positive-ify your thoughts too.)
Sex (including solo sexy time), wine, and chocolate. In that order.
Share the body love. Compliment your girlfriends. Cultivate a nonjudgemental, supportive, lift-each-other-up “we’re so cute” friend group. Everyone’s insecure. Compliment your besties. And strangers, too. Be that person that makes everyone feel good about themselves when they’re around.
Good luck gorgeous. It’s a battle. We gotta unlearn all this societal bullshit.