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turtleblogatlast · 4 months

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Based on this post of mine, haha.

Leo finds The Last Unicorn. Core memories are made.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rottmnt headcanons #rise splinter #that movie is a rollercoaster #little Leo in his little British orphan boy pajamas should probably not be watching it essentially alone #Leo going through all stages of grief AND fear from this movie #his insomnia was NOT helped by this movie #‘you won’t let me leave right? I don’t wanna go’ flash forward to Leo trapping himself in the prison dimension #all while his father can only listen in horror

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forgetful-nerd · 1 month

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I love Raph. No matter what size he is. He can be big or small doesn't matter to me.

HOWEVER,

I genuinely believe that the smaller a Raph is, the more feral they should be.

I need these short fuckers to be trying to bite off everyone’s kneecaps:

While these tall (-ish) fuckers are holding them up by the napes of their necks (Rise! Raph would be doing it to actually keep these two out of danger, but 2003! Raph would do it just to be a smug shit about it):

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eugeniedanglars · 11 months

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the way i see it, colin has three options for handling the repercussions of kissing michael on the pitch in front of everyone:

gatekeep: by some miracle no one caught the kiss on camera so colin's sexuality is kept between him and any fans who happened to be on the pitch near him. the safest option.

girlboss: keeley gets the pr challenge of a lifetime handling the story of the first active premier league player to come out as gay. rebecca is tall and powerful and intimidating in the press room making it clear that richmond stands behind colin one thousand percent. the most realistic option.

gaslight: straight-up blatantly lying. not because he's ashamed or because he thinks he can actually convince anyone that the kiss didn't happen, but just because he refuses to let it be a big deal. acts like he has no idea what anyone is talking about if asked anything related to his sexuality. he doesn't claim to be straight, mind you, he just pretends to be extremely confused about why they're asking because he never kissed anyone in the middle of a football pitch at the end of an internationally-televised game? when presented with photo and video proof of the kiss he says that was some other richmond player named hughes who wears a number 12 jersey. you don't know him, he goes to another school. the funniest option.

#colin literally standing in front of michaels house unloading a moving truck: i have no idea who that man who kissed that richmond player is #weird that he looks exactly like the guy standing in the doorway behind me! oh well life is full of mysteries #the tabloid reporter who ambushed colin goes home that night and contemplates a change of career #ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #the more i think about it the less bothered i am by them not addressing the repercussions in the episode #because i love open endings and hate flash-forward endings that give you all the answers (part of why i hated the montage)#and i'm having so much fun imagining all the ways the aftermath of The Kiss could have played out #over 1k

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asukachii · 1 year

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2006年、戻らない青い春

"Year 2006, the /blue spring/ that will not return".

(I don’t like putting watermarks so, PLEASE, if you want to post these gifs somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use them in edits/videos. Thanks~)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojou satoru #gojo satoru #getou suguru #geto suguru #satosugu #jjk edit #jjk daily #gif #my animation #asukachii #just thought of sharing the animations i made some months ago for my satosugu mmv #season 2 in july 2023 🎉🎉🎉#i have something to look forward to now #tw flashing #tw eyestrain #manga #jjk manga

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novelconcepts · 11 months

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There’s a line from American Gods I keep coming back to in relation to Yellowjackets, an observation made early on by Shadow in prison: “The kind of behavior that works in a specialized environment, such as prison, can fail to work and in fact become harmful when used outside such an environment.” I keep rotating it in my head in thinking about the six survivors, the roles they occupy in the wilderness, and the way the show depicts them as adults in society.

Because in the wilderness, as in prison, they’re trapped—they’re suffering, they’re traumatized, they’re terrified—but they’re also able to construct very specific boxes to live in. And, in a way, that might make it easier. Cut away the fat, narrow the story down to its base arc. You are no longer the complex young woman who weighs a moral compass before acting. You no longer have the luxury of asking questions. You are a survivor. You have only to get to the next day.

Shauna: the scribe. Lottie: the prophet. Van: the acolyte. Taissa: the skeptic. Misty: the knight. Natalie: the queen. Neat, orderly, the bricks of a new kind of society. And it works in the woods; we know this because these six survive. (Add Travis: the hunter, while you’re at it, because he does make it to adulthood).

But then they’re rescued. And it’s not just lost purpose and PTSD they’re dealing with now, but a loss of that intrinsic identity each built in the woods. How do you go home again? How do you rejoin a so-called civilized world, where all the violence is restricted to a soccer field, to an argument, to your own nightmares?

How does the scribe, the one who wrote it all out in black and white to make sense of the horrors, cope with a world that would actively reject her story? She locks that story away. But she can’t stop turning it over in her head. She can’t forget the details. They’re waiting around every corner. In the husband beside her in bed. In the child she can’t connect with across the table. In the best friend whose parents draw her in, make her the object of their grief, the friend who lives on in every corner of their hometown. She can’t forget, so she tries so hard to write a different kind of story instead, to fool everyone into seeing the soft maternal mask and not the butcher beneath, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the prophet come back from the religion a desperate group made of her, a group that took her tortured visions, her slipping mental health, and built a hungry need around the very things whittling her down? She builds over the bones. She creates a place out of all that well-intended damage, and she tells herself she’s helping, she’s saving them, she has to save them, because the world is greedy and needs a leader, needs a martyr, needs someone to stand up tall and reassure everyone at the end of the day that they know what’s best. The world, any world, needs someone who will take those blows so the innocent don’t have to. She’s haunted by everyone she didn’t save, by the godhood assigned to her out of misplaced damage, and when the darkness comes knocking again, there is nothing else to do but repeat old rhymes until there is blood on her hands just the same.

How does the acolyte return to a world that cares nothing for the faith of the desperate, the faith that did nothing to save most of her friends, that indeed pushed her to destroy? She runs from it. She dives into things that are safe to believe in, things that rescue lonely girls from rough home lives, things that show a young queer kid there’s still sunshine out there somewhere. She delves into fiction, makes a home inside old stories to which she already knows the endings, coaxes herself away from the belief that damned her and into a cinemascope safety net where the real stuff never has to get in. She teaches herself surface-level interests, she avoids anything she might believe in too deeply, and still she’s dragged back to the place where blood winds up on her hands just the same.

How does the skeptic make peace with the things she knows happened, the things that she did even without meaning to, without realizing? She buries them. She leans hard into a refusal to believe those skeletons could ever crawl back out of the graves she stuffed them into, because belief is in some ways the opposite of control. She doesn’t talk to her wife. She doesn’t talk to anyone. It’s not about what’s underneath the surface, because that’s just a mess, so instead she actively discounts the girl she became in the woods. She makes something new, something rational and orderly, someone who can’t fail. She polishes the picture to a shine, and she stands up straight, the model achievement. She goes about her original plan like it was always going to be that way, and she winds up with blood on her hands just the same.

How does the knight exist in a world with no one to serve, no one to protect, no reason propelling the devastating choices she had grown comfortable making? She rechannels it. She convinces herself she’s the smartest person in the room, the most capable, the most observant. She convinces herself other people’s mysteries are hers to solve, that she is helping in every single action she takes. She makes a career out of assisting the most fragile, the most helpless souls she can find, and she makes a hobby out of patrolling for crimes to solve, and when a chance comes to strap her armor back on and ride into battle, she rejoices in the return to normalcy. She craves that station as someone needed, someone to rely upon in the darkest of hours, and she winds up with blood on her hands because, in a way, she never left the wilderness at all.

How does the queen keep going without a queendom, without a pack, without people to lead past the horrors of tomorrow? She doesn’t. She simply does not know how. She scrounges for something, anything, that will make her feel connected to the world the way that team did. She moves in and out of a world that rejects trauma, punishes the traumatized, heckles the grieving as a spectacle. She finds comfort in the cohesive ritual of rehabilitation, this place where she gets so close to finding herself again, only to stumble when she opens her eyes and sees she’s alone. All those months feeding and guiding and gripping fast to the fight of making it to another day, and she no longer knows how to rest. How to let go without falling. She no longer wears a crown, and she never wanted it in the first place, so how on earth does she survive a world that doesn’t understand the guilt and shame of being made the centerpiece of a specialized environment you can never explain to anyone else? How, how, how do you survive without winding up with blood on your hands just the same?

All six of these girls found, for better or worse, a place in the woods. All six of them found, for better or worse, a reason to get up the next day. For each other. And then they go home, and even if they all stayed close, stayed friends, it’d still be like stepping out of chains for the first time in years. Where do you go? How do you make small choices when every decision for months was life or death? How do you keep the part of yourself stitched so innately into your survival in a world that would scream to see it? How do you do away with the survivor and still keep going?

They brought it back with them. Of course they did. It was the only way.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #yj meta #long post #shauna shipman #lottie matthews #taissa turner #van palmer #misty quigley #natalie scatorccio #the question not being how do you survive the wilderness. the question being how do you come BACK.#the way each of them tries so hard to keep moving forward #unable to untangle the girl in the woods from the adult suffering in polite society #how the world doesn’t want to hear about the pain or the night terrors or the sleepwalking or the addiction #the world wants the bright colors and the flash-bang headlines #the world doesn’t want who they are. who they had to be. it wants pretty perfect tragedy #that specialized environment lives on in each one of them every day #but it’s not a place anyone else can ever go #how do you feed that for so long and then just…stop?#constantly thinking about nat saying we didn’t make it out. none of us.#because no. no they didn’t. the girls died the minute that rescue chance did. what came back was risen from those ashes

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echofades · 7 months

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HARLAN COBEN'S SHELTER 1.07 | Sweet Dreams are Made of This

#harlan coben's shelter #shelter #shelteredit #shira x hannah #wlwgif #wlwsource #photoset #you're the only one I've ever loved!!!#the pain in her voice when she asks her not to go away again :(#there's so much still to wrap up in one episode #I feel like/hope troy will confront her and shira and ken about what he saw and hannah will admit it #and then it's a whole mess but they can live happily ever after #maybe a nice little flash forward or something idk #I'm like 80% convinced they'll be together in the end but I'm still nervous

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waterfire1848 · 8 months

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Someone had already posted about this but I can't find the original post, so if someone knows who posted it please tell me.

Anyways,

A world where Azula is born when Zuko is ten. Ursa dies a few months after her birth which leaves Zuko to take care of her. Ozai doesn't care about Zuko and he's Fire Lord so he's too busy to waste his time taking care of a baby. Zuko steps in and helps raise her. He teaches her how to walk, talk, say names, plays with her, etc. Three years later, when Zuko is banished, he takes his toddler sister with him to find the Avatar. Ozai allows it on the condition that he must he returns Azula if she starts firebending. Zuko definitely doesn't lie and definitely doesn't send letters telling him Azula's firebending is horrible.

#flash forward 3 years and Zuko is getting yelled by Katara because Azula isn't wearing a coat and mittens #Katara wants to be hate Zuko but it's hard when he has a six year old next to him #just makes him look so much less intimidating #katara #zuko #azula #atla #avatar the last airbender #au #ozai #ursa #iroh #aang #toph beifong #mai #ty lee #sokka #suki

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emblazons · 2 months

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FINAL FANTASY x LOGOS ⤷ Marie's FF Series Faves: FFVII, FFX, FFX-2, FFXII & FFXVI

"Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories!" - Auron, Final Fantasy X (insp)

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comradesummers · 9 months

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so so grateful that there are no pregnancies on btvs. the writers did a truly terrible job every single time they did a pregnancy storyline on angel, but at least they spared us that on buffy. making btvs one of the very very few high schol shows that doesn't have a teen pregnancy storyline. god bless.

#also very glad that the show doesn't end with a flash forward where we see buffy having four kids #because that's often a thing too #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer

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flwoie · 1 month

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꒰ 앤팀 ꒱ FLASH FORWARD — YOON JEONGHAN

"Dancing isn't a sport," Jeonghan once said, which has made you hate his guts since that day. Everyone knows there isn't a day where Freesia's track athlete and dance team member are planning each other's downfall. Somehow your English teacher manages to silence the both of you when she pairs you up for an assignment, and like Jeonghan, he asks you to text him to remind him to finish it by the end of the week. However, that doesn't go according to plan when you accidentally text him on your stalking account, used to keep tabs on Seokmin, his friend. When you deny words about the account, he's smart enough to connect the dots as he strikes up a deal: he'll keep your secret if he can help you get with his friend.

STARRING ▸ athlete! jeonghan x f! dancer! reader (support cast : svt, twice's nayeon, kepler's yujin, loossemble's hyunjin, some of my moots as the dance team)

GENRE ▸ romcom, smau, highschool au, rivals to lovers

CONTAINS ▸ profanities, super mean jokes, kms/kys jokes, sex jokes, the jokes in here are not wholesome 😭, im not a dancer or an athlete so i dont know much sorry !!

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