Rottmnt fans will give their boys ten thousand mental health issues and then complain and depict the 2012 as if they are the ones with issues
Rottmnt fans will write their Splinter as neglectful and parentify poor Raphael and then complain that 12 Splinter is a bad father because he actually cares about his little ones and does everything in his power to protect them
Rottmnt fans will keep complaining for a decade more that their boys were hated and then proceed to bash and nerf everyone except their favorites
Rottmnt fans will get a whiplash for not knowing how TMNT has been like for decades now and then assume everyone except their own is mean and evil
Rottmnt fans will Automatically assume rough housing equals abuse and destroy Mikey's character and write as if forcefully breaking apart a family is a good thing (seriously, this is something that should happen to them. Let Leon get adopted by 12 boys for once because everyone in his own universe canonically thinks he's an idiot and nobody cares about him pre movie)
Rottmnt fans will complain they are tired of Rise getting nerfed and 12 getting bashed and hypocritically proceed to write detailed multichaptered fanfic with a ton of research all focused on making Rise look all powerful & dangerous and nerf 2012 and bash their skills and depict them as spooked and terrified creatures and the entire reader fanbase of that fic would happily make memes about it
Rottmnt fans will create fanfics where Rise boys kill and then make them look all badass and every other iteration being terrified of them, completely forgotting that every other iteration EXCEPT Rise has canonically killed before and done and seen some intense gory stuff
Rottmnt fans will make everyone OOC in all crossovers and never even acknowledge it
Rottmnt fans will vote their favorite characters in every poll without even checking what the question is or if their answer makes the slightest of sense
Rottmnt fans will call every Raph unfairly angry, every Leo boring, every Donnie being beneath their own and depict every Mikey as weak and 'without a bite'
Best fanbase ever really
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What’s your take on BakuDeku? Bakugou and Midoriya from My Hero Academia, if you ever watched the anime/show to be honest?
i started mha but dropped it after s5 because i lost interest. i especially haven't read the manga so i don't know what the plot is at this point. however, i dislike bakudeku almost as much as i dislike catradora. bakugou is definitely just catra in another life, just angrier and for some reason, a hero. violent, prone to anger and not really considerate of the well-being of others - that's exactly the type of hero people want, right?
i've heard that bakugou gets a redemption arc and apologizes to izuku about the way he treated him. i would assume it's a good arc but considering the fact that i watched till s5 and couldn't see any real improvement in him, idk how they handled the redemption. he doesn't even have a valid reason to be the way he is, from what we see, his family is alright and he had a good childhood. he was just put on a pedestal since he was little and grew an inflated ego.
however, i don't think bakedeku will ever be canon so i can at least be comforted by that. i still don't like how they never have izuku stand up to bakugou and how a lot of the scenes where he's being bullied is played off as slapstick comedy. not to mention, bakugou is a jerk to literally everyone else, even the teachers. it's just absurd that everyone in the series kinda puts up with his behaviour and praises him for the bare minimum.
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“Do you ever play match three games?”
Saeran tears his gaze away from the wall he’s been staring at for the better part of five minutes. What kind of a question is that? “No.”
“Oh,” you slump against the stiff chair you’ve claimed for yourself since the two of you arrived in the waiting room. This is the first trip the two of you have taken out of the bunker without Saeyoung present, and although you're trying your best, it's still a bit awkward. “Can you help me anyway? I’m stuck on this level.”
Saeran rolls his eyes, but holds out his hand for your phone anyway. What else is he going to do? You insisted on showing up a full twenty minutes before the start of his appointment “in case there’s any paperwork” (there was none), and the magazines littering the coffee table in front of him interest him about as much as the drama rerun playing on the blocky old TV behind him— which is to say, not at all. “Whatever.”
You beam at him like it matters that he’s agreed to “help” you with your mobile game. Maybe it does matter to you— maybe in your head, this is an indicator that Saeran is healing, or maybe you’re just irrationally invested in the game. “It’s just match three,” you reiterate, as if that would mean anything to Saeran. Once, several months ago, he looked at the games section of the app store. It couldn’t have been two minutes before he became overwhelmed and frustrated with the sheer number of seemingly identical options available and decided that until further notice, his phone would be for accessing the RFA messenger app and playing with search engines only.
Your phone, however, is apparently for all kinds of nonsense outside of those basic functions. When Saeran accepts the device, he is greeted by a screen full of colorful orbs, dispersed in a seemingly random alignment against a pastoral backdrop. He stares at them, transfixed, trying to figure out what the hell he’s supposed to be doing with them. This is fun for you? Really? After a few moments, a strange grey cartoon character pops up in the corner of the screen to scold him for his inactivity. Its ears are large and round; its elliptical nose takes up half its face. Try this move, it urges, and two of the orbs begin to glow. Is he supposed to swap them? That would make a row of three green orbs. “What’s with this mouse?” Saeran asks.
He follows the creature’s instructions, and indeed, the green row disappears in a burst, though it is quickly replaced by new orbs which cascade from the rows above. “That’s a koala,” you explain, “Not a mouse. They’re marsupials, I think, so they live in Australia. They eat, um… leaves, from… I think it’s a eucalyptus tree? And either only koalas can eat eucalyptus or eucalyptus is the only thing koalas can eat, I don’t remember.”
Saeran shakes his head. This is not the first time you’ve presented him with contradictory and confusing “facts,” about which you seem decidedly unsure. Once you’d answered his questions about common house pets and local fauna, Saeran’s inquiries had apparently exhausted your animal knowledge, which proved to be severely limited from the start. “I’ll just look it up later.” Maybe he will, maybe he won’t. That depends on a lot of things, like how he’s feeling after his confrontation with the dentist and whether he’s still bothered by his ignorance about koalas when the two of you return to the bunker.
You watch over his shoulder as Saeran tries to play the game— tries being the operative verb. He switches orbs at random, more to see what will happen than because he has any strategy in mind. He isn’t even sure about the intended objective of the game, let alone the goal for this level— is he just supposed to get rid of as many orbs as possible? Instead of offering gameplay advice— which would, doubtlessly, vex Saeran to no end— you merely observe, occasionally cheering him on when he swaps some particularly important orbs or beats the koala to the punch with choosing a move. Normally, having someone hovering there would bother him, but… with you, it’s different. This is your phone, after all, and anyway, even if Saeran doesn’t trust you with his deepest, darkest secrets (he’ll probably never trust anybody with those) he has grown comfortable with your presence in his space. Maybe that’s a mundane thing for other people, but it’s monumental for him, and he knows that you don’t take it for granted.
He loses, of course. You probably play this stupid game all the time, and if you couldn’t pass the level, Saeran doesn’t see how you could expect him to do any better. “Sorry,” you grin at him, “I couldn’t set the difficulty level any lower for you. I’m pretty much a pro at this game— did you know I’m internationally ranked?”
You’re joking around with him now, treating him like a normal person despite the things you know he’s done and whatever you can guess. Though it doesn’t make much sense to him, Saeran can’t say he minds. “You play it, then.” He puts the phone back in your hand. He watches you lose six times before the dentist calls him, at which point, he rises, leaning in to mutter to you on his way out, “Maybe you should set the difficulty level lower for yourself.” Your laughter, loud and abrupt, draws a few stares from the other patrons of the waiting room— but in the scheme of things, Saeran is grateful to have made you laugh.
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𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙲𝚃'𝚂 𝙸𝙽: as a lot of you may know by know [ if you've caught any of my previous posts about it ], i'm moving with my parents back to california from texas -- where i've been for about 30 years -- because overall? it'll be good for me. i'm sick of texas for the most part, i literally can't afford to live on my own [ and honestly? i like being near my parents and would just have more security and better quality of life in CA ], and i just think sometimes a change is good!
i've been waiting to see if my job will let me keep my job [ and continue to pay me dirt, even! ] ... all i was asking is that i can live in california and work remote. well, the owner has decided he will not allow me to do that. is there a good reason? in my opinion: no. he's framing it [ in his conservative white man rich business owner brain ] that I'M the one making the choice to move because i could apparently just as easily stay in texas and get my own place etc etc etc. so it's on me! unfortunately, it's just not that simple, but i guess from a guy who runs a family business and has multiple homes, it's just hard to really grasp that concept.
i'm literally so furious and so heartbroken at the same time. i know it's not the best company, and yeah i guess, we can say this is for the best in the end? but that doesn't make it hurt less. i've been there for almost 11 fucking years. my ENTIRE career out of college. through ups and downs, i was always working my ass off and being a great employee ... shining reviews and reputation with literally everyone. it just hurts that that ultimately means nothing when i'm finally asking for something in return. i take the poverty wages, take the working in the office when i hate it for the most part, i've taken having to hear misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, every-phobic thing over the years ... then i ask for ONE thing in 11 years [ that's literally not even a big ask ] and it's a ✨no✨.
i feel so lost. like i don't even know how to be without this job, and as much as people tell me YOU'RE SO TALENTED! YOU'RE SO GREAT! YOU'LL FIND SOMETHING SOOOO MUCH BETTER! i wanna believe it, but my brain just ... doesn't. maybe it's imposter syndrome or just how fucking down on myself i feel right now. i still appreciate it because i literally don't know what i would do without my friends and family's support right now like ... even if i can't see it for myself, it means the literal world to me.
plus sides [ i guess ]: i should be able to keep my laptop [ but i'll lose adobe cc so ... i may need some recs or help on how to at least get photoshop cause idk how i'll carry on without it lmao ]; my manager who is a literal saint and one of the best people i know [ she actually pissed the owner off going to the mat for me lmao "he doesn't like to be questioned" ... insert the biggest eye-roll of my life ] ... but she said she would help me with literally everything from linkedin to my resume to a portfolio, and i know that'll be like everything to me while i just .... try to navigate all of this ON TOP OF trying to move.
ALSO: i think i can work until i leave, if that's what i want to do ... i'm still trying to figure all of this out because honestly? even though it's not much? i need the money. but then i'm also like i don't wanna do the owner any favors by having me work while they maybe start putting out feelers to replace me, yknow? BUT THEN AGAIN, i'm hurting my boss more than him [ and that's the twisted, frustrated thing about all of this ... it hurts us way more than it does anything to him but he still gets to make the choice for us ]. SO! i dunno! i may just use all my PTO and see how far that gets me lmao but i feel like at the end of the day, i have to look out for myself and maybe just trying to pull in as many paychecks as i can [ since we also don't have a hard 'we're moving!' date at the moment ] is the best idea ... even if the idea of going into the office and acting normal like literally makes me so ... 😤 but i dunno! my brain is a mess! afjhksdfda
SO YEAH. i just wanted to update you guys because i do consider you friends. whether we talk a little or a lot, i appreciate all of you so much and just wanted to keep folks in the loop with where my life and my head's at right now. not the best but ... just trying to keep it moving. honestly nooooo clue when writing is gonna happen here again??? i do miss / enjoy the distraction of plotting and talking about all this stuff so don't be shy, i just don't know when i'll have the time or capacity to just write here [ maybe once we move and stuff settles a little bit? ] -- but yeah, in the meantime, please come chat with me, let's plot dynamics and all that shit because it still makes me so happy and lets me take my mind on a little vacation lmao love you all, truly! ❤️
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all shitposting aside, ren generally doesn't care what other people think of his appearance because he doesn't feel like it's something that necessarily belongs to him. the face he wears was crafted purposefully — and it was made in the image of SOMEONE ELSE. going by that logic, he doesn't see it as his own face. he's also similarly apathetic towards all compliments or insults regarding his looks in general. objectively he is quite pleasing to look at. he's graceful. he has an ethereal quality about him that seems to come completely effortlessly — but you can't actually point that out and expect to receive a POSITIVE RESPONSE. at worst, he may grow genuinely irritated by what he sees as shallow praise.
he isn't above weaponizing his appearance if it benefits him, but as far as ren is concerned, that's the only USEFUL THING about it. if you actually want to compliment him ( or insult him, for that matter ) you need to focus on something more substantial than just looks.
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