Hello! :] The Leo Angst Was Amazing, Something Great To Gobble Up [read] Early In The Morning [ For Me

hello! :] the leo angst was amazing, something great to gobble up [read] early in the morning [ for me ].

just wanna know how you're doing. get rest after working on some stuff and drink water. take care!

-Freak-Anon

AWWW, This is so sweet thank you so much!

I'm doing well, thanks for asking! And I will be sure to take breaks when needed, thank you Anon <3

YES, I think a lot of people have a general misconception of what perfectionism really is and this post explains it perfectly.

i really dislike it when people don’t understand perfectionism.

like, it isn’t always “person who has tons of motivation and spends a ton of time making this thing *just* right”

wayyyyyy more often than not it’s:

”I know that if I try to make this thing, it won’t be perfect, so I simply won’t try.”

which definitely sounds bad, right? but when you realize that it doesn’t just apply to voluntarily making art, then you realize how perfectionism is not at all a good thing in any context. 

“i know that if I try to work on this assignment right now, it won’t be good enough, so i’ll wait until the last possible moment so that I have something forcing me to do it.”

”i know that I should start going to the gym, but I won’t see any improvement right away, so I just won’t.”

”i know that i should brush my teeth tonight, but that won’t be good enough to undo the fact that i haven’t brushed them 4 days in a row, so I just won’t.”

perfectionism isn’t the uncontrollable impulse to make things “just right”. (although it can occasionally manifest as this.)

perfectionism is the absolute, psychological inability to accept the concepts of “good enough” and “better than nothing”. even when you spell it out for yourself in a long text post like this.

Miss Pauling: You know how hard it is to work in a skirt ?

Scout: I bet I could do it.

Miss Pauling: I can't wait to see it.

Scout: Watch me

Scout: GUYS ! MISS PAULING SAID WE AREN'T CAPABLE OF WORKING IN SKIRTS !

So... that's how it began, a stupid idea that stuck with me.

I had to draw it.

And so there were those who went and found a simple skirt, those who tried to find something fancy or something they liked while still being practical. And those who when all the way with a dress because it looked nice but... ins't practical at all.

Here they are in all of their glory, and some of their thoughts about it ^^

I know Heavy and Pyro aren't here but don't worry I still have some addition to make to this funny idea. I already had two full pages so I might as well share them now.

Bottom of the deep blue pt 2

A/n: It's finally here! Sorry this took so long I've been struggling with some mental health issues recently, but I hope you guys enjoy this because it took me so long to write. The first part is up on my page if you haven't read it yet

Warnings: Cursing and A TON OF ANGST

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You sighed, you couldn’t sleep with this overbearing feeling of dread looming over you, making it impossible to relax your tense body. So here you were making yourself a cup of coffee at three in the morning, you suspected you weren’t going to be getting any sleep anyways. You throw your head back with an exaggerated groan, rubbing your heavy eyes hoping to rid the ghost of sleep that hung over you.

You stammered out of your small kitchen, stumbling and tripping over the large blanket that had been swathed around your figure, you hobbled your way into the living room, the icy air wrapping its hand around your throat. You felt the cold clawing at your backside, as your vent continued to mercilessly blow cold air into the already freezing room.

You let your body sink into the velvety cushion, wrapping the blanket tighter around your body. As you flipped on the Tv toggling through channels, absentmindedly.  

You felt your eyes begin to grow heavier, it became harder to keep your eyes open, focused on the Tv in front of you. You allowed your eyes to sink into the somber, melancholy feeling of sleep. The soft tapping of rain pouring against your apartment balcony.  But there was something different about this tapping. It was lucid.

Clink.

What was that sound? It was so familiar

Clink.

You grunted softly as your eyes fluttered open. The room still filled with darkness slowly began to fade to a lighter gray, as the transparent blue light of the moon was scattered onto the floor. But looming over the light of the moon, was a shadow.

Your eyes widened in fear. Your head snapped up to the window, to see a dark figure crouched on the rail of your balcony.

Your heart stopped.

As the figure approached the glass, a bolt of lightning danced across the dark sky, the light illuminated a familiar green face.You felt that familiar feeling of emptiness stir in your chest. 

There standing on your balcony was, Leo.

You felt your heart twist and ache in sorrow as you met the guilty eyes of the blue turtle staring at you from behind the window, glazed with the cold rain that persisted on through the night. 

You felt your mind go blank as you walked towards the window, watching this all happen from the back of your mind. 

You opened the window, if not with more force than needed. Leo grimaced at your sorrowful state. Your glassy eyes were puffy and red, your hair messy and tangled. A feeling of guilt began to twist up in his stomach, he wanted to leave, for this whole thing to be over to go back to how it was before. But he couldn’t so he had to fix this somehow, he couldn’t let you hate him. 

Leo smiled. He fucking smiled. He had the audacity. 

But you remained silent. Your painfully antagonizing glare could say more, well your harsh gaze could at least express what you wanted to. Because you would crumble if you tried to speak, you had too much to say, so much you needed to say. 

You sat there instead. And god did that make Leo nervous. 

“So are you gonna let me in?” he joked leaning up against the window, the rain now coming down harder than before. You sighed, rubbing your eyes. Leo knew that look, he knew you were going to deny him.

Panicking Leo tumbled inside causing you to let out a shriek of surprise as you were sent falling to the ground as Leo clumsily knocked you over in his state of panic, frustrating you further. 

You let out loud scoff, voicing your displeasure with the situation. 

“Leo!” you exclaim, shifting to lift yourself from the ground. 

As soon as you were off the ground you turned away from the blue clad turtle. “Leo, why are you here? I thought I made it perfectly clear that I didn’t want to see you again.” you murmur with your back facing him, not ready to give into his pleading eyes. 

“I know, but I…I just need to talk with you okay? Just don’t kick me out yet.” he pleaded, the desperation evident in his voice. 

Your face twisted into a sour expression, even just hearing him like this, it was bittersweet. But you couldn’t stand to face him. Not now.

“Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.” you replied, not sparing him a second glance. “You need to leave now, goodbye Leo.” 

Leo wilted, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he watched you walk past him going to open the rustic window behind him.

No, he couldn’t lose you. If you would just listen to him, he was sure you could resolve this. He grabbed your wrist stopping you in your tracks. 

“Just give me five minutes! That’s all I’m asking, just let me explain! And if you still don’t want to talk to me I’ll…I’ll leave.” 

Leo gulped, choking on his words, silently praying you’d agree. That you’d let him fix this. 

“Okay, You answer my questions and if I’m not convinced. You leave me alone.” 

Leo felt a spark of hope, a joyful feeling stirring in his chest. But he couldn’t get ahead of himself yet, he had to convince you first. 

“Why…why did you do all that?”

Leo froze, his lip beginning to quiver, his eyes now desperately trying to look anywhere but into yours, the seriousness of the situation was more than uncomfortable.

Leo was deeply unsettled by the tension in the room. All he could do was stutter out a couple of words. 

“What?” 

Leo's voice wavered while he spoke those two words, but evidently that was all it took to enrage you.Your face contorted to a sour mix of emotions, a strange twist of anger and hurt when you looked into Leo's guilt ridden eyes. 

“What do I mean? When you decided to play with my heart for months? When you would kiss me and tell me you loved me more than anything only to go back to being buddies the next day? Thats what I fucking mean Leonardo!” 

Your voice was like the whip of thunder, the sound of glass shattering. You could feel hot tears of frustration well up in your eyes. You hiccupped, your breath choppy. God, this was so embarrassing, you didn’t want him to see you like this, to know that he had such an effect on you. You turned away. 

“I’m done Leo, get out of my house and never come back.” your voice was as cold as ice, it sent a shiver up his spine. 

Leo began to panic, he needed you to stay, he couldn’t handle losing you. 

“But before you go.” you paused, catching Leo's attention “Did you ever really love me?”

The way your voice shook, the hiccup in your voice, broke him. But he needed to be honest with you, you deserve the truth. He glowered, fixing his gaze on the ground, ashamed.

“I didn’t love you. I just needed someone to love me.” 

The room was unbearably quiet; it felt like an invisible weight was pressing down on Leo's chest, preventing him from breathing. It was quiet, startlingly quiet. He felt like he was going to snap at any moment, he couldn’t handle this anticipation, he wished that you would do something, anything. Slap him, scream at him, anything but this.

But suddenly your tense figure began to shake. As uncontrollable sobs filled the room. Leo's eyes widened in concern as he briskly approached you wanting nothing more than to comfort you, he rested hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” 

You snapped whipping around to reveal the most heartbreaking sight, hot tears streamed down your red cheeks as your eyebrows were furrowed up in anger. 

“Get out Leonardo! And don’t ever fucking talk to me again!” 

You began to open the window, not wanting to hear anything else he had to say. Leo internally panicked, you were sliping through his fingers like sand. He needed to act quickly, stop you with something.

And then something clicked. Leo felt his mind go blank as if he was watching this unfold in third person. He grabbed you by the wrist pulling you into him.

Kissing you. 

Your eyes widened. You paused for a moment, for a moment, this had felt sincere, it felt right. But you knew that this wasn’t right. He didn’t love you. You pushed Leo away much to his surprise, causing the turtle to fall to the wood floor with a sharp thud. 

There was a moment of discomfort as he groaned, rubbing his head before his eyes met yours.

“I can’t believe you're so selfish, how do you continue to play with people like it's nothing!? I don’t want to waste anymore time on you, I fucking hate you Leonardo.” 

Leo's eyes widened your screams of hurt no longer phasing him, as he looked away the burning feeling of self hate welling up inside his chest. He needed someone to love him so badly that he was fine breaking someone apart in the process. 

You stood above him in silence before turning away, no longer able to look at him. Leo frowned, shamefully rising from the ground, turning and opening the window. He turned to you one last time. 

“I’m sorry.” 

I absolutely ADORE your Donnie and Leo with a reader that uses pet names!!!

But can we get one of Raph? Raph needs a little love too. Lol

(You don't have to write anything you don't want to ❤️)

A/n: Awe thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it! So sorry this took so long to write. I was hoping someone would ask for Raph, sorry if this is short

Genre: Fluff, Headcannons

Gn Reader as always

Raph adored your pet names 

He found them absolutely adorable

And found himself flustered whenever you referred to him as “Darling, Honey,” or his personal favorite “Sweetpea”

It seemed as though you’d only use certain nicknames for him and just the thought of him having special names reserved for him left a sweet fluttering feeling in his chest

He loves to see that you use your nicknames when referring to his brothers in such a sweet way, to see you dote on them like a mother goose made it feel like you were really apart of the family

Seeing you genuinely love and care for his brothers as he did made his heart swell with pride at the fact he could call you his

He adores when you gently cup his face and whisper one of your sweet names to him kissing his face all over with your soft smiling lips

Especially when he's having a bad day and you call out to him, your voice as sweet as a melody, it washes the dread from his body as you embrace him softly cooing to him lovingly

He loves your pet names they make him feel so special and so loved

boo

[ im sorry but its spook month ]

Happy spooky month!