#Safety Turts

[thelaundrybitch]

A New Beginning

TURTLE DOVES!!!

I found something in my drafts, and I decided to share it.

I wrote this FOREVER ago - So I'm unsure if I will continue with it.

@leosgirl82 was there when it happened. 😁😎🤩🫶🏽💃🏽

And @drowninghell made some fanart for it - Which I will be posting if it's alright with her 🥰😍💖

Tee hee

Anyways. It was something somewhere between "write what you know" and "wicked fucking self-indulgent."

Also

IT'S NINJA FUCKING TURTLES

SO

Without further ado...

I give you...

Some Cowabunga 💙❤️💜🧡

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

THESE ARE AGED-UP NINJA TURTLES. THEY ARE GROWN ASSED ADULTS. DON'T BE A <FILL IN THE BLANK>. 😘

Or at least that’s what I tell everyone.

My name is Liz, and I work for OSHA.

You see, after I graduated with an Associate’s in Science for Occupational and Environmental Safety Management, I was offered a job with FED OSHA - Occupational Safety and Health Administration through the federal government - The job of my dreams. So, you can imagine how ecstatic I was when they hired me. 

Everything was great for the first few months - until they brought me in on a top-secret project in New York. They told me they needed a Safety Technician who specialized in humanitarian issues and loved animals. Apparently, they thought I was their girl.

Weird, right?

So, they brought me to this gargantuan underground facility, where I was given my own office with all the latest and greatest technology and safety gadgets - even ones that hadn’t been put on the market yet; It was a fucking dream. One of those ‘too good to be true’ scenarios.

And indeed. It was too good to be true. 

They moved me to Manhattan to be closer to the facility because it was necessary for me to be on call 24/7 - which was totally fine because it was just me. 

And because they paid me WELL.

So, after a few months of puttering around, fixing compliance issues, they decided it was time for me to start in my REAL job position.

“Ms. Bueno, we will be bringing you in today, to help with the major issue we hired you for, initially.”

“Great! I can’t wait to get to work!” I said to the director.

“Good. I’ll be waiting in Section K22. Please meet me down there.”

“The high-security clearance sector?” I asked, a bit confused.

“Yes,” he replied.

I nodded, and he went to walk away but stopped at my office door. “ Oh, and Ms. Bueno?”

“Yes, sir?” I asked.

“Do make sure you use the restroom before you head down. Some of the things you see may be… Shocking,” he told me.

“Certainly, sir,” I said as he turned and left completely this time.

What the actual fuck are they doing down there. 

I met the director at the entrance to K22 - which turned out to be more secure than Fort Knox - and I was handed a white lab coat and some safety glasses by his security detail, which consisted of like seven huge dudes.

“Why are you guys all wearing bullet-proof vests, and I get this?” I asked, shaking the flimsy lab coat between my index finger and thumb.

“They seem to have a soft spot for females,” said ‘Bruce’, according to his name tag.

“Well, Bruce,” I said, unimpressed by his explanation, “OSHA clearly states that whatever PPE or other safety-related articles are donned by personnel going into an area of safety concern, those same articles need to be worn by EVERYONE that enters. Not just the men,” I stated, giving him my best OSHA inspector face. 

“She’s not wrong. Give her a vest for under her lab coat,” said the director.

That’s right. Fuck you, Bruce.

After all of my safety gear was on, they walked me down a long, brightly lit corridor that led to another door. This door could only be opened using iris recognition. 

“Ms. Bueno, what you are about to see, is one of the World’s most highly classified projects. If you tell anyone about this, you and said people will be eliminated.”

“Eliminated?” I choked out through a slightly embarrassing squeak.

“Eliminated. As in loss of life. Death. And you will be expunged - completely erased so no one knows you ever existed. Do you agree to these terms?”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. What in the HELL have I gotten myself into…

“Uh, yes?” I said, making my response sound more like a question.

“I’m not convinced, Ms. Bueno. I need to be very convinced before we go through these doors. It’s a matter of national security.”

“100%, sir. I am absolutely, 100% positive. I swear to these terms, sir,” I told him, feeling my backbone reappear.

“Good. Samuel, we’re ready for entry,” he told the biggest security staff member.

Samuel cocked his gun and stood in front of the door, in the ready position, pointing the gun at it like the zombie apocalypse was about to ensue.

I swallowed nervously.

That’s a fucking lie. I’m about to shit my pants. No wonder he had me go to the bathroom before I came down here.

Anyway, as I’m wishing I had a diaper on, the director leaned in and initiated the iris recognition scan, successfully opening the sealed door. The security detail filed in first.

I followed the director into what looked like a giant laboratory. As we got ready to turn the corner, his security detail fanned out in front of us.

“LET US OUT!” Boomed a deep, raspy voice.

*Adrenaline rush*

“Just sit down. It’s not gonna help,” said another.

“HE NEEDS HELP!” yelled the first voice.

“I know, but they aren’t gonna let us out. And honestly, I don’t even know who could, or would, help him.” came a third voice.

I saw the director from the corner of my eye, turn and look at me as I stood stock-still, looking forward, and waiting to be told that I could proceed.   

He didn’t say anything, so I turned and looked at him, my eyes the size of Jupiter. All pupil.

He nodded once, and I stepped around the corner.

May God strike me dead where I stand, if I’m lying. 

There was a giant reinforced cage, resembling jail cells, holding the fucking Ninja Turtles in them.

I shit you not.

Albeit they were a bit older than we’d seen them in movies, and they looked slightly different, but they were definitely THE Ninja Turtles.

I gathered myself and turned to the director. “What is my job here, sir?” I asked him, completely composed with a straight face.

“Health and Safety,” He said, sadness flashing across his eyes for less than a moment. “We will leave you and let you do what you need to do,” he said, leaving me alone with the caged turtle-men. 

Once I was sure I was alone, I looked around for security cameras. When I'd decided there were none - probably for top-secret and national security reasons - I took off the stupid lab coat, safety glasses, and bulletproof vest and ran to the cages.

“Oh my god, what happened to him?” I asked, squatting down and reaching an arm through the bars to check Donatello’s pulse.

The other three turned and looked at me, confused. 

“Don’t touch him,” Growled the red-banded bara.

“Who are you?” asked Leonardo, putting a hand up in a placating manner, in an attempt to get his brother to back down.

“I’m the lead Health and Safety technician for this project. They hired me six months ago for this project, but this is the first time hearing about all of this,” I said, slightly alarmed by the faintness of Donnie's heartbeat. “Now, please tell me, what happened to him,” I said to Leo, looking him directly in the eyes.

“We don’t know. They sedated him. Heavily. And took him out of the lab. He was gone for two days. He’s been like this since they brought him back,” said Leo, now kneeling in the corner of the cell so he was next to me and his unconscious brother.

“And how long ago did they bring him back?” I asked.

“Maybe three to four hours ago? It’s hard to tell. We’ve been stuck in here forever.”

“Oh God… Is he allergic to anything? Does he have any health issues?” I prodded, my eyebrows furrowed, and my face twisted in clear heartache.

“Uh, no, no. None of us do. I mean, unless you count the fact that we’re overgrown, mutated, humanoid turtles…” He said.

I couldn't help but smirk at him, “No. That’s actually quite normal. This is New York, after all.” 

Mikey huffed a stifled giggle from beside me, now standing the closest he could get to us, in his own cage.

As I started to stand up, Leo stuck his hand through the bars and grabbed my wrist. I looked into his gorgeous blue eyes, which were filled with sorrow and hope. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t even done anything,” I told him softly.

“Yea, but you’re going to - I can see the genuine worry on your face,” he said, my face heating up as he pulled me closer to his cage to get a better look at me.

“I need to go look through the files over by the entry door,” I whispered to him. “I need to see what they were doing to him, so I can help him.”

Leo released my wrist and wiped a tear from my cheek. I didn’t even realize I was crying. 

“I’m Leo,” he introduced himself.

“I know who you guys are. You’re kinda my childhood heroes,” I confessed, looking down.

“Thank God,” huffed Raphael, visibly relaxing.

“You’re actually gonna help us then?” asked Mikey from behind me.

I turned and looked at the orange-clad turtle, “Yes, of course.”

I turned back to Leo and leaned in closer to him so he could hear me whisper...

“I don’t know how, but I promise, I’ll help you get out of here.” 

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[meow-moment]

YOU - "Mario, the idea, versus Mario, the man."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] - Mario, a character from an electronic game, mascot of a capitalistic conglomerate. His existence is ubiquitous, accepted into every household on the globe.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Easy: Success] - Here it is, your chance. Your thesis. Prove yourself a critical thinker, as a genius! The world is waiting.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Failure]

YOU - "Everyone knows Mario is cool as fuck."

KIM - "Horrible opening," He says, with a weary sigh.

ENDURANCE [Easy: Success] - Ignore his critique. All great philosophers were controversial in their time.

YOU - "But who knows what he's thinking? Who knows why he crushes turtles?"

KIM: - "To save the princess?" He furrows his brow, looking at you with confusion and concern. "Also, gross."

YOU - "And why do we think about him as fondly as we think of the mythical, nonexistent, Doctor Pepper?"

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - He isn't buying it. Punctuate your point, quickly!

REACTION SPEED [Medium: Failure]

YOU - "Perchance."

KIM - "You can't just say 'Perchance.'"

COMPOSURE [Easy: Success] - He isn't seeing what you can see, but he's listening. Your introduction wasn't convincing enough. Take a moment to collect yourself, and hook him in the next line.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Easy: Success] - The philosopher, Kant. He has a quote. "Experience without theory is blind," He posited. "But theory without experience is mere intellectual play."

LOGIC [Easy: Failure]

YOU - "Mario exhibits experience by crushing turts all day, but he exhibits theory by stating 'Let's-a-go!'"

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - Keep it up, baby!

KIM - "Stop."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - The secondhand embarrassment is palpable. He's exercised good will by hearing you out, but he's running out of patience.

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - Get to your point. He'll hear you out if you simply say what you mean.

YOU - "When Mario leaves his place of safety to stomp a turty-"

PERCEPTION - SIGHT [Easy: Success] - The lieutenant cringes.

YOU - "He knows that he may Die. And yet, for a man who can purchase lives with money, a life becomes a mere store of value."

KIM - "Okay...?" He shifts his gaze toward you, surprised to hear an actual point leave your mouth.

YOU - "A tax that can be paid for, much as a rich man feels any law with a fine is a price."

KIM - He's nodding along to your words now. Bring it home.

YOU - "We think of Mario as a hero, but he is merely a one percenter of a more privileged variety."

KIM - He watches you, as if waiting for more, then cocks his head when he realizes you're done. "Why are we saying this?" He asks.

COMPOSURE [Easy: Success] - He was expecting a greater point. You feel the overwhelming urge to provide one, to not look like a fool.

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - Elaborate, sire! The audience is on the edge of their seats!

RHETORIC [Easy: Failure]

YOU - "The Lifekind."

KIM- "What?"

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - You can still save it, save it!

AUTHORITY [Trivial: Failure]

YOU - "Perchance."

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[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

Black Velvet

One of the many things John loved about their relationship, was when Sherlock read aloud to him.

That voice!

It reminded John of black and lush velvet. Elegant, posh, exquisite. Just like the man himself. Sherlock scoffed of course when John mentioned it. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, John! You can’t compare a baritone voice with fabric. And no, I’m not going to read the phone book to you to prove that you’ll enjoy that just as much as poetry and novels.”

John just smiled lovingly, utterly besotted with this gorgeous man, now sharing his bed. Their bed. He interlaced his fingers with Sherlock’s and squeezed. 

“What do you have for us tonight, then?” John asked. 

“Poetry. Unknown author. Anonymous,” Sherlock answered.

Was his voice shaking slightly?

“Alright. I’m all ears,” John said and made himself comfortable against the pillows, still holding Sherlock’s hand. 

“It’s called Take my hand,” Sherlock murmured before he cleared his throat and started to recite the poem in question.

I am leading you along a dangerous path but you always follow

Your courage is my safety net

No matter how deep I fall, you’re there to catch me

Never allowing me to hit the ground

The sun never shines as bright as you do

When you are guiding me with your glow

I know I will get it the right 

My conductor of light

Come, take my hand, be mine

Because I would be lost without you

John didn’t know when he’d started crying, or clenching Sherlock’s hand so hard it hurt.

“Sherlock,” was all he was able to utter, the lump in his throat was too thick and aching for anything else.

Sherlock looked down at him with an uncertain look and John couldn’t bear that look, so he lifted his other hand to stroke Sherlock’s cheek. Relief washed over that beloved face, and he bent down to catch John’s lips. The kiss was sweet, tender and John tried to convey all he was unable to say at this moment into that kiss. He knew Sherlock would feel it.

I love you more than I can ever tell you

You are the moon to my sun

My everything

I was so lost when we met

And you saved me

Every second I am with you is precious

Every minute without you

I feel like drowning  

I will take your hand and be yours

From now on and till the end of time

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[rayman-hype-house]

Everyone knows Mario is cool as frick. But who knows what he's thinking? Who knows why he crushes turtles? And why do we think about him as fondly as we think of the mythical (nonexistent?) Dr Pepper? Perchance

I believe it was Kant who said "Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play." Mario exhibits experience by cruising turts all day, but he exhibits theory by stating "Lets-ago!" Keep it up, baby!

When Mario leave his place of safety to stomp a turty, he knows that he bay Die. And yet, for a man who can purchase lives with money, a life becomes a mere store of value. A tax that can be paid for, much as a rich man feels any law with a fine is a price. We think of Mario as a hero but he is simply a one percenter of a more privileged variety. The lifekind, Perchance

For additional context, Splinter Ray told '95 and I that if we wrote an essay, he'll finally let us take a peek in his room.

He didn't specify, so '95 volunteered to write an essay about one of his heroes: Mario.

I let him, and he gave me the paper. I was... well, it could be better. So we turned to Rayman (who met Mario personally) for assistance.

Rayman looked iffy about it, but Raymesis said it was good.

-UbiRay

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[raina-at]

Holiday

John sighs and closes his eyes, letting the warm water in the whirlpool relax his muscles. He yawns and takes a sip from his champagne glass. “Any movement?” he asks Sherlock, who’s lounging across from him.

Sherlock spares the towel room a glance and shakes his head. “Nope.”

They’ve been at the Magwan Luxury Hotel and Spa in Cornwall for two days, and John can honestly say he’s never enjoyed a case more. The hotel management called them in to discreetly investigate some thefts, and they’re undercover as guests. The food is excellent, the facilities are luxurious, and the view of the Cornish coast is spectacular.

Right now, they’re staking out the pool boy Sherlock suspects of being involved, and they’re doing it from the whirlpool. 

It’s off-season, and they’re alone in the small pool. John watches Sherlock as he sprawls in the water, his hair curling wildly from the moisture, a slight, relaxed smile on his face. There’s droplets of moisture on his chin and behind his ear, and John would very much like to bite Sherlock right where that one droplet of water is running down his enticing neck. He’s unusually languid, given that they’re in the middle of an investigation, and he seems to be enjoying the good food and the comfortable bed just as much as John is. They’ve spent a lot of time during the day exploring the hotel and the nearby town. Their room is quiet and has a fantastic view of the surrounding landscape, and they’ve spent a lot of time in bed, reading, watching telly, and having the kind of slow, unrushed sex they usually don’t have time for at home. As a result, they’re both in excellent moods and quite relaxed. 

“How long do you think they’ll be in there?” John asks. 

Sherlock shrugs. “Honestly, who cares?”

“What?” 

Sherlock grins. “John, really, pay attention. I solved this case two days ago. The manager was shagging the pool boy’s sister, who happens to be a maid. The two of them are stealing small items from the guests to afford moving to London, where the sister’s pregnancy won’t scandalise the village. They’re leaving tomorrow. The manager knows all of this, by the way, and called us in because the maid threatened to tell his wife if he called the police.”

“So why are we still here?” John asks, returning Sherlock’s grin.

Sherlock grabs John’s arm and pulls him into a long, leisurely kiss. “We can use a bit of a holiday, don’t you think?”

John finally indulges in following that enticing drop of water with his lips. “I like the way you’re thinking,” he mutters against Sherlock’s neck, which makes Sherlock shudder delightfully against him.

“I’m thinking we need to check whether the safe in our room is still intact,” Sherlock says, letting his hands wander over John’s naked, wet skin.

“Pity, I kind of like it here,” John says, winding his arms around Sherlock. All of that wet, naked skin is making him feel adventurous.

“I’ll break us in tonight after the pool officially closes, but right now, I really think we need to ensure the continued safety of our valuables.”

“We’ll have an excellent view of the safe from our bed,” John points out, then leans closer to Sherlock and whispers into his ear, “especially with you on your hands and knees.”

Sherlock pushes John away and gets out of the whirlpool. “We must investigate this lead immediately.”

“Oh, god, yes,” John says and gladly follows.

We booked our holiday today, so this is a bit late today... Thanks @calaisreno for the prompt and the tag.

Tagging a few people @keirgreeneyes @jrow @peanitbear @thetimemoves @meetinginsamarra @lisbeth-kk @totallysilvergirl @catlock-holmes @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely and anyone else who wants to play.

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[just-an-anon-reader]

Heya there! I've been loving your blog for a while and I finally came up with the corauge to make a request! ^^ What about the rottmnt boys (Donie, Leo, Raph and Mikey) with a fem!reader that has just this

✨GenZ Energy✨

Like she makes a lot of self depricating jokes and has got dark humor.

I just kinda wanna see how they will react to this kind of reader xd

Also don't forget to take care of yourself and to not overwork! Have a nice day/night! ;)

Random Girlfriend Moments

Summary: The turts do the opposite of laugh

Leo

Invites you for a cuddle sesh in his room. Because he misses you even when you both hung out yesterday. 

Heart eyes when he walks in with snacks in hand to you sitting on his bed reading his comic collection. 

You caught him grinning. You knew that look. 

"What are you up to?" 

"Nothing, just thinking that my girlfriend is beautiful." 

Cheeky

"Really? What does she look like."

Starts high-key comparing you to a pepperoni pizza. Which is low-key high praise coming from him. 

He wanted to hear your cute giggle when you get shy, but instead... 

 "That's her? She sounds ugly. You got some low standards, Leo." 

The furrow between his eyebrows when he frowned could almost compete with Raph's. It was cute. 

"Not funny." 

Donnie 

Was pulling his 6th all-nighter, working on a weapon upgrade for his bo-staff. 

Worried for your boyfriend, you came over with pizza and calming tea in hand. He didn't even hear you knock. 

Completely ignores your efforts to get his attention and eat. 

"The beta stage is complete! All that's left is to test out its durability in battle and see its adverse effects on opponents!" 

"Why don't you test it on me and get it over with?" 

...That got his attention. 

"It's going to hurt."

"No pain, no gain." 

"What if you collapse?"

"The best sleep of my life."

"Darling, I know this is completely out of my character and I definitely will not be doing this again, but, do you need a hug?"

"I need you to eat and sleep."

"Okay"

Raph 

You begged asked him to teach you how to ride a skateboard. 

He would've been fine teaching you if you weren't so adamant about learning on the ramp inside the lair

Like, have you SEEN it!?

It DEFINITELY does not pass safety standards. 

But you pulled out your trump card...the ✨puppy eyes✨, and he couldn't say no to that. 

So now, he was sweating bullets CANONS with how nervous he was with you on top of the ramp. 

His brothers sat at the bottom, making bets. Finding the prospect of you falling flat on your face is far more entertaining than playing video games.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!"

"Stop encouraging her! This is serious!" 

"She's gonna be fine." 

"Babe, it's gonna be awesome! Who knows, maybe falling on my face might make me prettier." 

Let's just say that he refuses to teach you how to skateboard after that. 

Mikey 

To him, were nothing short of an angel.

 Everything little thing about you, he finds so aesthetically pleasing no matter what you said or did.

You would've had bed hair and drool on your chin, and he'd look at you with the anime glitter filter on. 

As such, anyone who dares insult your beauty would have to go through him and his razzmatazz. Even you. 

"Babe, how are you so pretty?" 

"Pretty ugly if you ask me." 

Dr. Feelings was more than ready to sit you down and give a 10-hour presentation on how you were not ugly. 

"Sweetie it's a joke."

"Oh, are you saying you're a joke now? Well, let's talk about that." 

2 hours in and you were already numb from the waist down sitting in one spot. 

He wasn't finished though. 

Never again... 

P.S: Hello everyone~ it's been a while and I'm really sorry about the slow updates. Finals are coming up and I just wanted to take a break and write something fun. So I hope you guys enjoy this short one!!

P.P.S: this is my first time using hdcs and I'm pretty sure I did it wrong -w-

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[221beloved]

Warning:

Description of torture

Won't forget

He could feel the shackles on his wrists being loosened and sagged to his bare knees, barely feeling the pain of landing on the cold stone. Apparently they were done for now, but he couldn't be sure. He couldn't think properly. He could hardly think at all. The pain pulsed through his entire body, the throbbing of every single wound spreading all over his skin and through his organs and bones. His muscles burned from exhaustion, his bones ached, he knew some of his ribs must be broken, as he had trouble breathing. His shoulders were hurting from being cuffed to the ceiling with his wrist, but he couldn't work out what it was with them. He was deprived of sleep, food and water, his throat ached and every swallow hurt, his stomach was alternating between cramping for food and threatening to press up gastric juices, and he was so tired. Not only his body was exhausted, but his mind too. He could feel his strength fading, wishing it just to end, no matter how. He wasn't able to tell how long he'd been here, he wasn't able to deduce anything about his captivators, his mind foggy and blurred. And they hit him, beat him, apparently out of pure pleasure, having fun seeing him squirm in pain. He could still hear the sound of that metal tube on his bones, could feel the breaking of his skin. He could still feel the burns of the hot iron, the drag of the knife through his flesh. Every time they ended a session, he would sink into some kind of trance, numbed by the numerous new injuries, and he would wish it all to just end.

And then he would think about why he was here in the first place, why he was on this mission. He was trying to hunt Moriarty's network down, to destroy every cell, to erase it completely. He was trying to ensure a life in safety for John Watson. His John. He'd left John, he'd left to protect him, to erase every possibility for him to be touched by a smeary associate of Moriarty. And it wouldn't be done by dying in this basement. He had to remember the reason for being her, for not crying out when they hit him, for continuing to breathe. He must not forget his reason, he must not forget why to hold on, to fight, to fight the wish to let go and sink into darkness, benevolent silence and peace. He won't forget, he won't. He would continue to fight, to hold on, not to give up. For John. Because he won't forget John.

He felt himself being manoeuvred into a corner of the room, so that he would not be in the way until they start their next round. He had to find a way to save energy, so he could try to think about a way out. But not now, he was too tired now. For now it was important not to forget why he was here. Not to forget John. He won't.

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[soursugxr]

Raphael Deserves so Much More Love from the Fandom

(This is about Rise of the TMNT specifically, ALSO MOVIE SPOILERS)

This is going to be my insane ramblings about Rise!Raph, because I love him. It’s also going to contain a lot of my personal experiences to further my point.

Welcome to my TED Talk

Raph deserves a LOT more love. I understand the appeal of the other turts, I love all of them a lot, but Raph is my all-time favorite, and for good reason. He’s the oldest and therefore feels responsible for his brothers, but he’s still 15-16. He’s still a kid. And he’s constantly stressed out! It gets treated as kind of a joke in the show and the movie, but he’s always dealing with the responsibility of being the oldest.

Being the oldest sibling is insanely stressful, I should know, I’m the oldest of three! My little siblings are a pre-teen boy and a baby, it’s a constant stressor. I’m 15, the same age as Raph (for the most part), and constantly put in charge of my little siblings. My brother never listens to me, and it’s incredibly frustrating. Raphael has three brothers who almost never listen to him. There’s even an entire episode dedicated to them both not listening to him and also relying on him for a plan, and it’s not really resolved my the end, they still just shrug it off and say “Raph’ll fix it”.

Raph loves his brothers, he’d do anything for them, hell, he risks his life to save Leo in the movie and not only gets his shell broken, but gets captured my the Kraang, too.

In the beginning of the movie, he’s constantly frustrated with Leo’s leadership because he’s being reckless and risking everyone’s life just to “seem cool” or something. His frustration is a direct result of his worry for his brothers’ safety, and it’s played as a joke!

He’s the voice of reason, shown the most (imo) in the Jupiter Jim Ahoy!, Mystic Library, and Pizza Puffs episodes, where he’s trying to have fun/get the mission done while also keeping his brothers in check. He’s always balancing that, and that’s one of the most stressful things you can pile on a literal teenager.

Apart from that, he’s just a genuinely good character. He’s a sweetheart, he likes teddy bears and wrestling, he’s insanely good at DDR, he’s scared of puppets, he’s just an all-around interesting character! But it’s like the show never wants to focus on him. There’s more focus on his brothers overall, and I can’t help but notice that.

His character is arguably the biggest departure from his previous incarnations in the whole show (apart from Casey) that you’d think the writers would want to focus on him more, but no. Half the time he’s just kinda there. But when they do focus on him, you get some of the most impactful moments in the series. In the finale, he has to make difficult decisions. He has to leave Splinter behind, he watches what he assumes is Karai’s death, and you finally see the stress break him. He cries. He’s the one who takes that final step to unlock the Ninpo the turtles need to defeat Shredder.

Raph is genuinely the most interesting and relatable turtle to me, and I think it’s just sad that he doesn’t get as much love and attention from the fandom as his brothers do.

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[starsfic]

Wukong: Ahem. I now present...my philosophy essay: "Mario, the Idea vs. Mario, the Man". Everyone knows Mario is cool as fuck.

Trip: Horrible opening.

Wukong: But who knows what he's thinking? Who knows why he crushes turtles?

Trip: To save the princess? Also gross.

Wukong: And why do we think about him as fondly as we think of the mythical (nonexistent?) Dr. Pepper?

Trip: ???

Wukong: Perchance.

Trip: You can't just say "perchance".

Wukong: I believe it was Kant who said, "Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play." Mario exhibits experience by crushing turts all day,

Trip: Stop.

Wukong: but he exhibits theory by stating, "Let's-a go!" Keep it up, baby!

Trip: ?????

Wukong: When Mario leaves his place of safety to stomp a turty,

Trip: ...

Wukong: he knows that he may Die. And yet, for a man who can purchase lives with money, a life becomes a mere store of value.

Trip: OK?

Wukong: A tax that can be paid for, much as a rich man feels any law with a fine is a price.

Trip: Fine.

Wukong: We think of Mario as a hero, but he is simply a one percenter

Trip: Why are we saying this?

Wukong: of a more privileged variety. The lifekind.

Trip: What.

Wukong: Perchance.

Trip: F.

Sun Wukong was supposed to do an essay about right and wrong. Tripitaka is done with this monkey.

#JttW #Journey to the West #LMK #Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid #Sun Wukong #Tripitaka #Tang Sanzang #Stars Answers

[thelaundrybitch]

Sniped

Turtle Doves.

I have been shot right through the heart with all the recent Sniper Donnie artwork that has popped up.

And I was inspired by @donathan 's and @t-annuki 's artwork to write this little ditty.

Also, I need to give a shout-out to the amazing @sharpwindow for assisting with a few parts that I was unsure about. This is my first time writing about turts with big guns.

Well... You know what I mean.

Without further ado...

18+ content - for mature audiences only

Warning: Guns, shooting, blood, legstraps, and a thirsty bitch

SFW & GN Reader

Reblogs only, please!

Sniped

He was the most badass out of all of them.

And now he was hunting you.

Decked in all black, you followed the man that had pulled you from the shipping container full of smuggled humans.

Smuggled dead humans.

You owed him your life and told him you’d do anything he asked.

And all he asked was that you follow him back to the safety of the rebel base.

You were given the rundown on the degenerate that was trying to take out the rest of humanity as you changed into a full set of tactical gear like his, and a black hat to cover your head that would hopefully conceal your identity.

But it hadn’t worked. 

He had found you the second you set foot off the wharf.

The shadows of the shipping containers became your best friends as you followed your savior. Sticking as close to him as possible as he weaved in and out of the metal maze toward the gated perimeter.

The man’s hand darted back and thrust you in front of him as a bullet ricocheted off one of the containers directly behind you. The sniper’s shots were coming in closer and closer as you made your way out of the shipping yard. While being pushed along, you tried to figure out where the shots were coming from. You knew you needed to keep your head down, but there was no fixed point; it was like they were keeping pace with you!

The man let go as the pair of you finally made it through the front gates of the shipping yard. You paused for a moment and stared into the wreckage that was once known as New York, shocked at the sight of the crumbled buildings while fires burned everywhere.

“Move!” The man yelled, yanking your arm to hide you behind a crushed SUV.

*ping*

The bullet had skimmed your shoulder and hit the big metal plate on the ground behind you. It put a small hole in the thick fabric, but never touched your skin.

“He’s toying with us…” the man mumbled, glaring at the tear in your uniform. “Let's go.”

The shots continued, keeping up with you no matter how hidden you stayed or how low of a profile you kept. And every time the man tried to lead you in one direction, the sniper sent you in another. There had to be more than one person doing this; snipers didn't move around.

At last, you found yourself being shoved through a doorway of what was once a department store, judging by the ransacked clothing racks, and the smashed jewelry cases.

Shattered glass had you stepping gingerly so you wouldn't slip and end up with an injury. Without warning, the man yanked the hat off your head and grabbed the back of your neck. His nails dug into your flesh as he started to push you toward the back of the building.

Your hands went up to peel his unforgiving grasp, but he growled at you, “Be good,” while he stuffed a gun into your back.

As you were trying to figure out how to get yourself out of your current mess, you heard a splat and felt warmth spray across your neck and cheek.

The death grip loosened, and the man’s hand fell away as he fell to his knees, and face-planted on the hard linoleum flooring; his blood quickly spilling from the gunshot wound from the side of his neck and pooling around the pair of you in a lake of red.

You looked around with dread as an adrenaline rush hit; flight was the only option.

You had no idea where the man had been bringing you, but you knew you had to get out of the sniper's range. However, your mind was so full of panic, you couldn't even register if the shot had come from inside or outside of the building. Weren't you far enough in already, to be out of his range?

You took off at full speed, heading in the opposite direction that the man had been dragging you.

Through tears and an anxiety attack, you couldn’t help but keep looking over your shoulder, waiting for your end to come.

Until you ran right into a mountain of muscle, taking the wind out of you and leaving you a bit disoriented.

An arm shot out around your middle, catching you just as you bounced off of said hard surface and started to fall backward.

Looking up, you saw the huge mutant turtle staring back down at you, concern etched across his face. The tip of his rifle peeked over his shoulder on its strap.

“Woah… Easy there, Sunshine…” the purple-banded turtle spoke softly as he pulled you a bit closer. His eyes scanned you quickly as he checked for any visible injuries.

“You’re the…” you started, but fear had gripped you so tightly that the rest of the sentence refused to leave your lips.

“I’m the one that was sent to retrieve you,” He told you. “Please accept my apology for not getting to you before they did. They threw me a surprise party back in Little Italy.”

Furrowed eyebrows and a flash of confusion made him chuckle.

“I was ambushed,” He explained, with a smirk. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asked, wiping the side of your face and down your neck gently with a cloth he seemingly pulled out of thin air.

You shook your head as your body began to relax in his embrace. His eyes searched your face for a moment, almost as if he was waiting for something. It was only when you let out a deep, calm breath that he started to pull back.

“There you go…” his voice was full of kindness and reassurance as he stabilized you on your own two feet again. 

“Thank you,” you said, fixing your shirt that had ridden up a bit. “Who was the other guy? And what did he want with me?” You asked, still skeptical of the oversized terrapin in front of you.

“You’ll get answers later. Do you think you’re alright to come with me? I need to get you back to camp where we’re both a lot safer,” he bargained, as he pulled out what appeared to be repelling equipment.

You watched as he gave the harness a good shake before kneeling in front of you. Holding it out for you to presumably step into, he looked up at you in question as you faltered. You could see the underlying urgency written across his face even though he sat there patiently awaiting your response.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded and stepped forward and into the harness. You figured he would’ve killed you a long time ago if that had been his original intention.

The kindness on his face dropped to a deadly serious expression as he made quick work of clipping, strapping, and tightening the gear to fit your frame. He was actually quite attractive.

But that could also be the skin-tight, black tee and all the equipment strapped to his hard-muscled body talking.

He put his knee up and tapped right below the legstrap that held a knife to the outside of his thigh. 

*Thirsty Bitch activated*

*ahem* He cleared his throat, bringing your brain back online.

“I need you to step up and swing a leg over my shell. There’s a lip back there for your footing,” He explained, the corner of his mouth tugging upward while a curious but knowing gaze assessed your reaction to him.

Face burning in embarrassment at being caught ogling, you did as he asked. His hand came back to grab onto your leg, assisting your opposite foot to the other foothold.

“Good. Now I need you to clip yourself in. The three big clips on the front of the harness. Then screw them tight,” he ordered.

His hands came back and stabilized both your legs as you clipped yourself onto what appeared to be a shield over his shell. “Done,” you told him, as you gave the last clip a twist.

“I need that long strap that's hanging from your harness, in the front,” he informed you as one of his hands left your leg and appeared above the lip of his shell.

No sooner did you place it in his hand, than you found yourself yanked flush against him, letting out a small yelp of surprise in the process.

Chuckling, he apologized. “I need you to be as close as possible for what we’re about to engage in,” he warned, as he stood back up to his full height.

“And what exactly is that?!” You panicked, your knuckles turning white with stress as you held onto the edge of his shell for dear life.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re safe,” he snickered, as he started back from the way he must have come in to head you off earlier.

You could feel the anxiety coursing through your veins. “Do you have a name?” you choked out, between heaving breaths.

“Donatello,” he tells you. “But you can call me Donnie. It’s easier to say when it comes out as a scream.”

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[mellowmooon]

Everyone knows Mario is cool as fuck. But who knows what he's thinking? Who knows why he crushes turtles? And why do we think about him as fondly as we think of the mystical (nonexistent?) Dr Pepper? Perchance.

I believe it was Kant who said "Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play." Mario exhibits experience by crushing turts all day, but he exhibits theory by stating "Lets-a go!" Keep it up, baby!

When Mario leaves his place of safety to stomp a turty, he knows that he may Die. And yet, for a man who can purchase lives with money, a life becomes a mere store of value. A tax that can be paid for, much as a rich man feels any law with a fine is a price. We think of Mario as a hero,but he is simply a one percenter of a more privileged variety. The lifekind. Perchance.

When Mario leaves his place of safety to stomp a turty, he knows that he may Die. And yet, for a man who can purchase lives with money, a life becomes a mere store of value. A tax that can be paid for, much as a rich man feels any law with a fine is a price. We think of Mario as a hero,but he is simply a one percenter of a more privileged variety. The lifekind. Perchance.

Everyone knows Mario is cool as fuck. But who knows what he's thinking? Who knows why he crushes turtles? And why do we think about him as fondly as we think of the mystical (nonexistent?) Dr Pepper? Perchance.

I believe it was Kant who said "Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play." Mario exhibits experience by crushing turts all day, but he exhibits theory by stating "Lets-a go!" Keep it up, baby!

[yellowhollyhock]

Fun fact when I wrote my first Dongel story I didn’t really ship them yet.

I was just writing about my experience as an aspec lesbian. Ninja turtles was an easy way to do that because y’know… I mean you guys know. Feeling like a freak, trying to protect people who would hate you if they knew, being real careful about who you get close to not just for your own safety but for theirs. Watching Star Trek. Anyway. I was really writing it for myself, just an experiment to think through some things I was dealing with. So for plot reasons I had to come up with someone for Donnie to have a crush on.

There are a few options: Leatherhead? Age unclear, also just didn’t really click for me. They’re close friends but it seems so… almost formal? To me? Leatherhead isn’t unhinged enough for Donnie. Also thinking about it is part of what led me to my personal headcanon that Donnie is not bi and definitely likes girls.

J’hanna? Obvious choice, crush is practically canon. But it didn’t work for this story because he knows her for a very short time. It’s heartbreaking for sure, but it isn’t the same type of heartbreak I needed for this. I wanted the devastation of falling for someone you know well and care deeply about and, most of all, have to keep living with and feel like you can’t say anything because of what you’d be asking them to sacrifice.

Sydney could’ve worked. Easily even. I almost chose Sydney. I imagined them staying in touch. To him it would be so thrilling to text his human friend. When they met they were both ‘monsters.’ But thinking about what she went through, and how relatively short her time with the turtles was compared to the whole experience of being underground… idk I’m sure she’s grateful to them. But I just really couldn’t see her staying in touch. I think it’s fair if she wants to leave that part of her life behind, or at least if it takes a few years before she’s ready to really process. Besides, she didn’t have that much of a bond with Donnie. And again this story wasn’t even for shipping, it just had to be a believable crush. But for me, Sydney wasn’t.

Renet really could’ve worked. I thought of Renet and Angel kind of at the same time. And for similar reasons. He has more of a casual friendship with both of them. Perfect for turning into a crush that he doesn’t want to pursue because waht in the heck is a ninja turt supposed to do once is in a relationship. And if not is going to be in one than why lead on someone he cares about. Ya know? Anyway I picked Angel because 1) Renet is hard to write about, speech pattern and personality and 2) Angel is the one out of them who has a regular human life that Donnie wouldn’t want to get in the way of.

Anyway then I liked the way the story turned out so I decided to share it. And then the thought was in my head and ended up being more fun to think about than I anticipated. And then I realized Donnie is fictional and I can give him everything he wants forever if I decide. So now Angel likes him back and ever since I’ve been obsessed with them.

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 donnie #tmnt angel #donnie x angel #dongel #personal #do I. talk about myself too much #I mean this is my own blog so I can do that right?? anyway #was scrolling through my dongel tag and got emotional about it

[highlyincorrect]

Everyone knows Mario is cool as fuck. But who knows what he's thinking? Who knows why he crushes turtles? And why do we think about him as fondly as we think about the mythical (nonexistent?) Dr Pepper? Perchance. I believe it was Kant who said "Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play." Mario exhibits experience by crushing turts all day, but he exhibits theory by stating "Lets-a-go!" Keep it up, baby! When Mario leaves his place of safety to stomp a turty, he knows that he may Die. And yet, for a man who can purchse lives with money, a life becomes a mere store of value. A tax that can be paid for, much as a rich man feels any law with a fine is a price. We think of Mario as a hero, but he is simply a one percenter of a more privileged variety. The lifekind. Perchance.

YOURE INSANE IM ALERTING THE AUTHORITIES

#shitpost #perchance

[askthedoa]

Everyone knows Mario is cool as fuck. But who knows what he's thinking? Who knows why he crushes turtles? And why do we think about him as fondly as we think of the mythical (nonexistent?) Dr Pepper? Perchance

I believe it was Kant who said "Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play." Mario exhibits experience by crushing turts all day, but he exhibits theory by stating "Lets-ago!" Keep it up, baby!

When Mario leave his place of safety to stomp a turty, he knows that he may Die. And yet, for a man who can purchase lives with money, a life becomes a mere store of value. A tax that can be paid for, much as a rich man feels any law with a fine is a price. We think of Mario as a hero but he is simply a one percenter of a more privileged variety. The lifekind. Perchance.

Have you just considered you're thinking about this too much? Also what do you mean Dr Pepper is nonexistent?

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd ask #bsd asks #fyodor answers #fyodor dostoevsky