I like turtles

"hold this for me please, thanks"?

From Monday, July 20th to 26th, every day of the week I have these prompts to draw/write about Rasey. Feel free to join, just a small thing I thought of :)

Date night, Raph and Casey make a cute little at home date. —Fluff

Spars and scars, getting a little too carried away, either Raph or Casey gets injured while sparring and which ever one gets hurt gets patched up by the other. —Fluff/injury

Anger management, Raph is dealing with the berating of Leo, he gets frustrated and storms out. On the way up from the sewers he bumps into Casey. Casey proceeds to console him. —hurt/comfort

Arcade night, Casey breaks into the run down arcade near his apartment, Raph and Casey spend all night fooling around in it. —fluff

Heart ache and spills, After Splinters death, the whole team was affected by it. One night Casey and Raph sat awake in a dark room spilling their regrets and grievances about what they could have done while he was alive. —survivors guilt, angst

Races across the rooftops, Casey and Raph get bored during patrol and bet 5 dollars to whoever can make it across the rooftops down the block the fastest. —fluff

No limit to love, A Rasey rewrite of “The Power Inside Her”, the scene where Casey fell down the building after taking a hit for Raph. Showing Raph’s thoughts and Casey’s thoughts. —angst, sacrifice

Have at it guys, these are just unfiltered thoughts of mine that I turned into prompts…

❤️🖤

The loss of innocence.

Here is a collection of my queerplatonic rasey posts I have stolen and squirreled away

and no, this isn’t me saying “write that messed up, disgusting thing” because while, yes, write it if it’s what you want (I myself enjoy writing dark fics, something I believe would be considered “vile” to a lot of people), this is me saying in a world of censorship and capitalism, ao3 really is a treasure.

But I noticed I was negative. And I didn't like it. I didn't like the way it felt inside to be me, and to live like me, with all those negative thoughts all the time.

I had read somewhere that you could train yourself to be happier. That you needed to force yourself to think positive thoughts, until it became a habit.

I remember those few months of high school where I used to catch myself mentally complaining about something, and then forcing myself to find something positive to think about the person or situation. Again, and again, and again.

And it worked.

It became easier. And I became lighter. It was just nicer to be me, to live my life, to navigate through my days. I still remember the moment I noticed my life had become brighter.

And decades later, it still works. The muscle is still there. Now I know the word is neuroplasticity.