Sparrow-writes-draws - Sparrow

Today I felt nostalgia.

I get home from work and chat with my brother for a bit before going upstairs to shower. I lay in my bed, dozing as my sleep is interrupted by a call. My cousin, she tells me to come with her and my brother to eat at my grandparents house. I didn’t even realize my brother had left. I tie my hair up without drying it properly and walk over, annoyed and amused over the fact my brother had stolen my car, forcing me to walk in the chilly evening. When I get there, my cousin’s already left, home to nap before she goes to cheer. My brother leaves soon too, something or other he has to do that I can’t remember.

I stay with my grandma, sitting infront of the fireplace older than me. Without it the house would have frozen long ago. I listen to the sound of her cooking, lulled by her soft words. She’s cooking enough to feed my family and my cousin’s.

My grandpa comes in, tired from moving wood to their outdoor shack. I watch him eat and I’m reminded of his age, his bruised hands from slow tired blood. He goes to bring wood inside and I rush to help. He’s older now, somehow, I’m not sure when, I can carry more wood than him. After I watch them sit tired and I sweep the floor for them, cleaning the trails of dirt and wood chips.

I notice the tiles as I sweep. they’re duller then i remember. The cement in between each tile seemed more cracked than before.

I sit with my back to the hearth again, enjoying it warming my clothes and my chilled skin. My grandma sits next to me on a woven stool. I let my hair down to dry it with the heat and she ruffles it playfully. She smiles and laughs at my colored, damp hair, scolding me lightly for the dyed streaks in my dark hair.

Soon enough she drags me close to her, I sit on the ground in front of her as she rubs and scratches my back and damp head. I know that I should be doing this for her, but she always insists. Even though she’s in her chair and I’m on the ground, I’m still as tall as her, I’ve been taller than her for a while but this points it all out even stronger. She tugs my head until I’m rested in her lap. My neck cramps from the odd angle, my spine sore from the bend. My body is tense, worried about the weight I rest on her but I can’t bring myself to sit up.

It’s been so long since I’ve been held, no- doted on like this. I remember doing this as a child, the strain on my back nonexistent. I could lean on her legs with ease. Her hair was darker then, her skin less wrinkled, her hands stronger.

I still feel like a child, though. In her hands, I still feel as vulnerable and fragile as the small girl I was.

When I sit up, no longer able to stand the strain on my back, it isn’t only my bones that ache.

My hair is dry by now, and I’m not sure what I mourn as I tie it back up in its tight knot.

Today I felt nostalgia.

This is so rough but I always thought Will was more neat, his canon design is so greasy white boy looking I can’t 💀

Also I imagined he had some scruff before royal ranger cuz like- his mentor was Halt. That man was infamous for his pathetic appearance

Out of context spoilers for the TMNT 40th Anniversary Celebration comics

What do 2003tmnt have that 2012 and Risetmnt don’t have anymore? That’s what this mini comic is referencing ✌️

Okay so replies are turned off but you do not know the can of worms u just opened.

So there’s a shit ton of versions right? And each of them have separate abilities/ turtle like tendencies

We’ll start w the 1987 & 2003 turtles who can’t because….

Their shells are fused w their sides :D, if u can see their skin on their sides it’s most likely they cannot go in

Next is the 2012 tmnt and they….

Can go in their shells! (In my opinion these guys are the most turtle like in all of the versions) They can all fully retract into their shells and have in multiple instances in the show

Now the next one is a bit more complicated it’s the RISE!2018 tmnt turtles…

Leo, Donnie (who I don’t understand), and Mikey can go in their shells while…

The fandom isn’t actually sure if Raph can so a head canon that’s basically considered canon is he can’t :(

But that’s all 4 the shows lol

I know literally next to nothing about tmnt so I need you tmnt fans to answer something VERY, VERY important here. Can they hide in their shells??

It was an accident :(((

On top of the building he was standing under there was a kid. He seemed to be Don’s age but the weird thing wasn’t the fact he was sitting on the ledge of a twenty-foot drop, but that he was singing at the top of his lungs. Off-tune and accompanied by a cat yowling along, the bleach-blonde boy was kicking his feet and dropping rotten meat into the crowd. He was feeding the infected like an old lady with birds. What the fuck?

The kid looked down and locked eyes with Donny. They both froze and stared at each other for a moment before Don slowly, oh-so-slowly, lifted a single hand and waved. The kid’s face shifted a bit, his flat expression scrunched slightly in confusion and he cocked his head, even as he returned the gesture. He stood abruptly and the cat jumped from his back. He gestured for Don to follow him before walking off to the side of the building.

(Almost a year since I last posted a fanfic/ fanfic update- im excited to get back into writing :))

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55596028/chapters/161302870

🎨color study note

Microsoft defender: we did a scan and found a trojan in your computer

Me: haha nice

Me:

Me: wait

Broke: adopt a child

Woke: borrow your boyfriend's

A final project I did for my art class that I decided to render digitally