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April: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Leo: Several traffic violations.

Raph: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Donnie: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Mikey: Also, that’s not our car.

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What do you think the turtles think when they see the contrast of their skin colour against yours? It could be in an innocent moment when they look at your hands interlocked, or maybe a little spicier as they watch their hand trail down your abdomen.

(I hope you don't mind me dropping in, I love your writing and thoughts so much!)

Oh!!!! Stop it! You're making me blush! 🤭🤭🤭I'm so glad that you're enjoying what I write. It makes me happy to know that I can brighten someone's day - even if I've never met them!

I never mind any one dropping in. It only ever makes me smile. Promise!

Now on to this yummy idea.... Seriously, it's delish.... I wrote this as a turtle of choice piece since I firmly believe all four would think/feel nearly the same as each other on the matter.

Random Turtle Thoughts...

It's not so much actual thoughts anymore. More like a feeling that makes gravity seem heavier, the air thicker now. Almost as if he's remembering the sensation of the weight those thoughts burdened onto his heart.

When you first came into his life, he hadn't dared let fancy get a foothold. He was very well aware of just how unlikely the two of you getting together was. Of how miniscule the odds of you finding him desirable were. But then you started making what he interpreted as advances. Blowing his mind right out of the lair when his own were well received - if not outright welcomed. With each lingering touch, each time you sought to remain in his company, every text and phone call - hope at the possibility crept its way in, only to latch firmly, painfully, unrelentingly inside.

That first kiss though. That first confession. It had felt like a dream, rocketing him into the stratosphere to perch on cloud nine and revel at the glory of the sun rising on a new chapter in his life. That's when the thoughts struck. Not a second after he came down from his high.

The contrasts between the two of you, so inescapably obvious. The roughness of his scales catching against your velvety skin as your arms slid from around his neck. Your hands, so soft and gentle, so full of love, small and delicate and so very easily broken in his monstrosity of a grip. The realization of his towering height as opposed to yours as he gazed down upon you bore deep into his chest. Things he's always known, suddenly felt like a cage on what should have been a rush of freedom.

He never breathed a word of those thoughts to you. He'd sit with them, allowing them to chew away at his sense of security. This had to be a dream built upon a deck of cards, ornate in structure, but feeble in stability. Surely, it was only a matter of time before it ate at you too. Just how different he was. Huge. Hard. Mutated. How long could you look past his dark, green hue, speckled with even darker scales? It ate at him. Made him hate the fact he couldn't be more like you. More like what he was convinced you had to want. Forced him to dwell on the crippling understanding his happiness came with an expiration date.

Yet it never came. Much to his surprise, you only grew closer to him. You'd touch him, watch him, kiss him, make love to him and hold him close as if not a fraction of difference existed between you two at all. And those thoughts began to slip. Their footholds chiseled away with each moment he spent belonging to you. After this much time, he actually managed to forget that he had ever feared not being human with you at all.

But there were times, the fact he was a mutant turtle, would sock him square in the gut.

A few sweet kisses, catching fire and becoming a hungry fire, causing him to rush you to the bed to douse the flames... Hundreds of times now, the two have you have been tangled together this way, except this evening, the flash of his green skin, foreign against the pale beige of yours, made his body uncomfortably heavy. And you can see it in his eyes. The way his awareness slips from your naked form pressed in tight against him, back into the recesses of his memory.

He doesn't actually think the words. But he is aware he used to. The sense of being out of place, even though he's lying on his very own bed, fills him. It's like he's standing just behind himself, looking in, to see what the world made true. It makes him heavy. Not so much sad, but resigned. This is his reality. That he should be so different from you.

The feeling is about to sink him to the floor when you catch him in the midst of his fall. He's never said the words to you. But you know that he used to think them. Used to worry. And the power of those thoughts often embed themselves within our bones. Even if we never think the words themselves, their weight is always there. You know he carries it with him every where he goes. Know that he probably always will.

So you press yourself in as close as you can. Pulled his eyes up to meet your own. Poured your love into him through a kiss. "You are my gift," you speak to his soul. "Made just as you were meant to be. I love every single ounce of you. Inside and out. So just think of how we are now. You, wrapped in my arms, I in yours. I'll be the gentle to your rough, the light to your dark, and your security blanket when you're scared. That way you never have to worry about whether or not I love what I see, when I look at the gift I was blessed to receive."

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I hope this was what you were hoping to see! If not, message me again and I'll take another stab at it. Thank you again for the thought. I loved it.

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Incorrect Canon 2003 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Quotes

Michelangelo, over the Shell Cell: [nervously] Leo…

Leonardo: [already suspicious] Yeah, what is it, Mikey?

Michelangelo: Hypothetically—

Leonardo: [interrupts, already grabbing his weapons] I'm on my way.

Michelangelo: [under his breath] …should probably hurry.

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Wrong party

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[Insert AM from IHNMAIMS Hate speech here]

I have come to the realization that they do not wear pants.

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Updated~ about my favorite donatello 2k12:🥰 rise:😒 Bayverse: 🧍🏼

it was a misunderstanding )

I drew them anyhow because I'm lazy.

about snickers it should have been humorous (no hate, No offense! I love everyone and everything)

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You don't mess with youngest sibling

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When he knits you a blanket 💕

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They will never convince me that he is ugly NEVER

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Random Turtle Thought this evening....

Raph grumbles to himself all the way from the fridge, where he's snagged himself a beer, to the armchair where he drops himself. He's forcing air out his nostrils, trying to calm his breathing. Tries to focus on the liquid as it slides down his throat with each drink. One. Two. Breath. Three.

It's not helping.

He presses back farther into his chair. Spreads his legs a little farther apart. Props his elbows out over the armrests. Trying his best to make himself more comfortable.

Maybe that'd help him settle.

He's just pissed right now. Patrol sucked ass. Couple of dumbasses trying to get in the mix solely for the sake of catching it on video resulted in the muggers getting away. Flared nerves from disagreements over the calls made tonight didn't help. Fuck tonight.

He was just ticked. He just needed to calm down.

You couldn't muster a kind greeting to the brothers as you passed each of them in your silent pursuit to find Raph. Raw tears were too close to the surface. You could only nod in acknowledgement of them as you passed. Today had been a vicious bitch. But you wouldn't give those fuckers who'd given you so much hell today the satisfaction of breaking you down. So, fists clenched tight at your sides, you march about the lair to find him.

He wanted to be happy to see you. Honest to pizza gods he did. Wanted to give you a smile and greet you affectionately. He couldn't force himself to do it though. And you didn't offer a kind greeting to him either.

So he just watches you; mossy green eyes stitched with molten gold nearly glowing with roiling emotions just beneath the surface.

You wanted to smile at him. Wanted to feel giddy and wrap your arms around his neck. Pepper his face with sprinkles of kisses laced with giggles. Like you normally did. But you didn't have the heart to do it. If you let loose of the anger you were clinging too, you'd lose it. You couldn't. Wouldn't. No, you needed to keep your foul mood.

Raph says nothing as you snatch a blanket from the stack. Doesn't make any motion to invite you in as you draw closer. Neither opens himself up nor closes himself off as you begin to climb into his lap. He just sits still.

It's not exactly easy, to climb up into his lap, even though he's much bigger than you. You grunt and huff in irritation as you twist and wiggle, pulling the blanket up after you. Trying to find just the right way to sit, with no help from him.

An elbow presses against a fresh injury. Raph bares his teeth and growls.

He loves you. With all his heart. But he doesn't have the patience for this right now. He hasn't calmed down. He can't give you what you want.

You give a rumble in imitation of his growl back, but you freeze so as not to hurt him any more. He shifts under you. Growls again.

Another rumble of your own in response. You can't give him what he wants right now.

Glares at one another might look like the two of you are ready to fight to outside eyes. But this is you. This is Raph. He recognizes you're asking to please not be pushed away. To please have him pull you close. You understand he's asking for a minute. He needs a chance to just breathe. Just let go of what's got him riled up.

You don't ask. He doesn't ask. And that's okay. Neither of you are really interested in talking about it. Not now at least.

He shifts a little more. You wiggle again, trying to get comfortable. Another growl, though this one softer. You look up to him in silent apology. His gaze sweeps over you, gathers you're not actually mad.

The smallest gesture of reassurance he can offer right now, Raph's expression softens. And he stretches out to press his nose to yours. You accept, tears hot in the corners of your eyes, pressing back. Your hands cupping his face and holding him there.

A brief moment of stillness. Then with a deep sigh, one you know isn't directed at you, he falls back. And you nuzzle in, head tucked up tight under his chin. A strong arm encircles you. Brings you in tighter. You sweep your fingers in gentle strokes across his chest.

Slowly, delicately, he unwinds. And droplets softly fall from your eyes. This goes on a few moments more before he nudges you with his nose, causing you to turn your face up to him.

Lips press surely into yours. Volumes of all the things you both want to say communicated through the deepness of this kiss. Then, pulling fractional away, you both say, as you have so many times now, words so well known they might as well be engraved on your tongues.

"It's okay. I've got you. You're safe. You're mine. I've got you."

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[April has been kidnapped] April, to Shredder: So, what’s going on between you and Krang? I’m sensing some tension. [Later] April: I didn’t sense any tension. The Turtles were just taking a while to rescue me, so I wanted some entertainment and I figured they were a good start.

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After an eternity & me redrawing his adorable face & teefers….I present, Miche-ANGEL-O✨

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Do you ever cry thinking about how Leo's driving motivation is to protect his brothers' peace? Like he literally just wants to see them safe and happy.

TMNT Macro-Series #3

"This is what I want. And I want to fight for it."

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One More Night

I felt inspired by @justalotoffanfiction who wrote a Bayverse Raph story based on Mr. Brightside, so I thought I'd try my hand writing something based on a different song, One More Night by Maroon 5.

TW: Angst, Abuse toward Raph, verbal and physical, swearing and mentions of sex.

*Aged up characters

*Bayverse Raph × Reader

*HEA ending guaranteed

Special thanks to @avery73 for beta-reading!

Even the strongest of us can fall victim to this type of treatment. Raphael was no exception.

SLAP!

The sound reverberated off of the paper-thin walls in the tiny apartment. She was hitting him again. She was always angry at him for some reason. Why the hell was he here again? Oh, yeah, because she wanted to fuck him. This was always the reason.

He got a little bit of satisfaction seeing her shake her hand after slapping him, though it did nothing to quell her seemingly burning hatred toward him. If anything, she looked more enraged that his skin was so tough.

“You ASSHOLE! You think you can come and go as you please?! I’ve been waiting for you for hours!” She was screaming at him because his patrol had gone longer than it normally would, and she did not like to be kept waiting.

He knew this, and he should care, but he didn't. This… ‘thing’ they’d had going on had been well-established for months, but any time something went awry or didn’t go according to plan, she exploded. It’s not like she could really hurt him… slapping, hitting, throwing things at him. It didn’t really matter. That’s what he tried to tell himself, to make excuses for her behaviour because, on the other hand, being with her had resulted in some of the hottest sex imaginable. That’s why he kept coming back. That’s why they both kept coming back.

It still made him angry though. Fucking bitch.

“FUCKING FINE! I’ll just fucking GO THEN.” He meant it and whirled around to leave.

“Don’t you take another step Raphael.” She snapped; her voice deadly low. “Get the hell over here.”

He should leave. He should shut this down right now and never come here again. They both knew that this wasn’t healthy, but he couldn’t stop coming.

And she knew it.

Moments later he’d spanned the length of the room and had her pressed tightly against the wall, kissing her ravenously, his hand fisted in her hair. She was just as desperate, hands clawing at him, trying to remove his clothes, and throwing his weapons to the ground. As hot as that was, he’d never liked how she had no respect for them or cared about how dangerous they were. All she had cared about was getting what she wanted.

In the aftermath, he laid in her bed staring at the ceiling hating himself. She was deeply asleep beside him blissfully unaware of his conflicting feelings. She’d apologize of course in her moments of clarity, even promise that next time she’d be nicer, gentler. She never kept that promise.

Quietly, as only a ninja could, he dressed, retrieved his weapons, tucking them safely into his belt and left. He felt like such an idiot. He needed to stop fucking doing this. He knew his brothers and their father were worried about him but he shut down anytime anyone tried to ask him about it. The only one who had any idea of what was going on was Casey.

“Dude, she sounds fucking awful, why do you keep going there?”

“Cuz she’s hot and the sex is amazing.”

“No pussy is worth this, man. She’s slapping the shit out of you every time you go.”

“’s fine, it doesn’t really hurt me any.”

“Maybe not physically, but it ain’t great for your head.”

“I’m fine.”

They’d left it at that; but as time went on, he was slowly coming to the realization Casey was right. This wasn’t good for him but he kept going back. He needed to stop; he needed a reason to cut ties with her for good.

You ended up being that reason.

You’d been best friends throughout your teens and had lost touch after the two of you had met your respective partners. Your relationship had ended disastrously with him cheating on you with a ‘friend’ of yours. Immediately, you cut ties and burned those bridges with both of them. Now single, your thoughts had turned back to Raph. You wondered how he was doing and hoped he was happy. You wished the two of you could reconnect and catch up, but you were afraid he’d forgotten all about you.

It's funny how life works sometimes. One Saturday night, you heard glass breaking in the apartment below you. You had just moved in and had groaned when you realized there was probably a loud argumentative couple living below you now. Hearing more noise and muffled yelling prompted you to go to your balcony to see what was going on. You figured you could call the police if it got really bad and you were just a tiny bit nosy.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw and heard.

“You’re fucking crazy! I’m done. WE’RE FUCKING DONE! I ain’t never coming back here!” It was Raph, it was unmistakably his voice. You’d know it anywhere.

Craning your neck over the side of your balcony you looked far as you could and saw him. The poor guy looked like a wreck. There was red liquid and bits of broken glass all down his front. From what you could see, it appeared to be remnants of a glass of wine. You could assume that it had been hurled at him along with the entire bottle it looked like.

“Don’t you fucking walk out on me, Raphael! GET BACK HERE!” The woman who’d thrown those things was screaming at him but he wasn’t turning back.

It was only when you heard the screen door slam shut that you dared call out to him. “Raph?”

He heard you, how could he not? Seconds later, he was swinging himself up to your balcony, whispering your name in surprise and looking ashamed at his appearance. He hurriedly brushed any remaining pieces of glass to the floor. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“I just moved here.” Unable to stop yourself, you reached to grab his arm but stopped when you saw him physically tense up. What had happened to him? He used to be so strong in your eyes, and now he looked afraid to have you touch him.

Slowly, as if you were approaching a scared animal, you gently pulled him inside. You couldn’t help but notice that he just looked so angry and… broken.

“Are you okay?” You knew your concern was valid since he was quiet a long moment before answering.

“…I’m fine.” He was lying to you, and he hated himself for doing that. He regretted it the moment those two words left his lips.

Sucking in a breath you gently grabbed those huge biceps of his and met his troubled gaze. God, you’d missed those piercing green eyes of his. “You’re not fine Raph… you’re covered in wine and…” You looked at his face, studying it more. “Does she… hit you?”

He turned away in shame as he tensed. “Doesn’t hurt none…”

You narrowed your gaze, your own anger rising up as you gave those arms a squeeze. “How often is she hitting you, Raph…?” Again, when he doesn’t answer right away your tone and your grip become harder. “How. Often?”

He spoke so quietly you almost don’t hear it. “A lot…” If he’s finally admitting it to someone, it should be you.

A lump was quickly forming in your throat as you realized what had been going on. What kind of relationship he’d been dealing with. Why he was so tense and unsure. How unhealthy it was and why you hadn’t heard from him in so long.

“Raph… that’s… abuse. She’s abusing you.” You whispered these words because it hurt you to say them any louder. You knew Raph would never lay a hand against a woman, but you never expected him to be on the receiving end of this kind of thing.

His first instinct was to argue against that. He bristled as he backed away out of your grasp, walls of defense shooting in place as he tried to deny it. That was ridiculous! Him being abused.

“No it ain’t! I’d know if I was… that’s fucking ridiculous!” He’d curled his hands into large fists, his shoulders hunched and slightly shaking with his denial.

You can feel him practically vibrating with humiliation and uncertainty. You say nothing more as you go to him and start gently rubbing his shell. You’d done this often for him when you both were younger. The action was soothing to him whenever he was angry and upset about something. When you finally felt him relax, you moved around to his front, hugging him tightly. A few tears slip down your cheeks, adding to the wine stains on his red hoodie. You felt absolutely broken for him.

“Please don’t say you’re fine Raph… not to me…” You attempted to swallow the lump and keep your tears at bay. “It’s okay… It’s okay to admit this is happening to you, and it’s okay to leave…” You choked out a sob. “It’s okay… to not be okay. I’m here for you.”

That was it. Finally, finally, the walls fall down as his arms came around you holding you so tight you could barely breathe. He’d been living a lie for so long, spent too many months with this appalling treatment, but seeing you, hearing that was all it took. The dam broke; he buried his face into your shoulder, shaking slightly as he finally allowed himself to break.

He was crying, you realized as he quietly sobbed, his own tears joining yours as you cried together. “It’s okay, big guy…” you choked out. “It’s gonna be okay…” You rubbed his shell as best you could, being an anchor for him in his time of need.

When he finally looked up, you could see his mask was damp, his expression vulnerable and unsure accompanied with shaky breaths. You suddenly had the urge to kiss him. Where had that come from? You two were just friends… right? Plus, this wasn’t the right time… he needed to get his head right and recover. You shook the thought away and took his hand, guiding him to your couch. “Take that off.” You softly ordered. “I’ll wash it.”

Too exhausted to fight or argue, he listened and removed both his red mask and hoodie. Gently, you took them and threw both items into your washing machine with laundry soap and oxyclean. Hopefully, that would be enough to remove the wine stains.

He relaxed into your couch and called for you. “C’mere.” The request was soft yet held a note of urgency. When you approached, he reached for you and pulled you onto his lap. “Jus’ wanna hold you,” he murmured, needing your comfort and closeness, something he’d been severely lacking in for a long time.

It was easy to melt into his embrace and wrap your arms around him in return. “I gotcha big guy…”

He held you quietly for a long time, just breathing in your scent and taking in your soft energy. This was the turning point, the sign he’d needed to make a permanent change in his life and cut that toxic woman out of his life. He hadn’t felt like he had the strength to do it previously, but with your support, now he did.

“Thank you… for bein’ here…”

“I’ll always be here for you Raph…”

True to his word, he’d made good on his decision to completely cut ties with her. There had been even more yelling and items being thrown at him, but he was done. Once he’d made up his mind, that was it. He was one hundred percent DONE. She didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell to come back from it.

You were there waiting for him when he told you the news and were so happy and relieved or him. His brothers, in turn, were also relieved with Mikey even calling to thank you for being there for his big brother.

He visited you regularly, now having a much better reason to go to that same apartment building. The two of you slowly reconnected and started making up for lost time. You were a crucial part of his recovery and ended up being a major element in his support system. The feelings you had toward him from that fateful night had only grown stronger, but you wouldn’t act on them. You couldn’t, not until he was fully healed.

Raph had been realizing how wrong he’d been to let you go and had vowed to make it up to you. It was little things at first, stopping by after patrols with pizza, sending you a random meme that he hoped would make you laugh, and bringing you your favourite latte in the mornings. He was slowly coming to terms with how much he had missed this and how much he had missed you. This is what a healthy relationship looked like, and he felt like a fool for not seeing it earlier.

It was a few months later that it had finally hit him over the head that what he’d needed and what he truly wanted had been right in front of him all along. He saw you, and when he’d nervously confessed his feelings, he’d been absolutely elated when you’d told him you felt the same way.

That first kiss you two shared had been the pinnacle of his journey to healing.

Afterwards, you’d held him close and whispered these words.

“No one will ever hurt you again.”

Because you would make sure of it.

The End

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TARTARUGA brothers!!!　///　2016.09.25

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Requesting a Bigby Wolf + fem reader in the corn maze smut for your Halloween fic post pretty pls 🫶✨

This is my first time writing a bigby fic! Yay! I hope that you enjoy it!

Halloween Fic Event.

Howling in the Corn Maze.

(Bigby Wolf x F!Reader.)

Contents: NSFW 18+ 🔞🔞🔞 rough sex, neck biting.

Bigby took a deep inhale from his cigarette as he watched you as you attempted to find a way out of the corn maze that you insisted that you go to. You thought it would be fun... it was not fun, and now you were both kind of lost.

"So... do you still think this was a good idea, sweetheart?"

"...No, but how was I supposed to know that the stupid maze was going to be so confusing?!"

It was already getting late, and there seemed to be no end in sight, just rows and rows of endless corn! As you glanced up at the sky, you noticed the moon had started to rise for the evening. It was a full moon, and suddenly you felt a little... concerned. You had never really asked your boyfriend how much the full moon affected him, if it did at all, and you found yourself hoping that it didn't.

"Hey, um... Bigby?"

"Hmm?"

"... How much... does the full moon affect you exactly...?"

He paused for a moment, thinking about it for a bit before letting out a sigh.

"I'm going to be entirely honest with you, sweetheart, certain... urges usually get a lot stronger.."

"Certain urges? Like what?"

".....I'm going to be blunt. What i mean is my sex drive increases considerably... and well... I'm a bit worried about you being near me like that because I don't want to be too rough on you..."

"Oh....."

You felt your face get incredibly flustered at his words. Yes, you'd had sex with Bigby several times before. You'd been dating for a few months now, after all, but this did make him always refusing to let you stay at his apartment during previous full moons make a lot more sense.... but you'd be lying if you said that you weren't interested in seeing how he was when he was worked up like that...

"Um, well.... I'm not really worried about that... i mean, how rough could you possibly be?"

".....Darling, that's an incredibly dangerous thing to say to me while I'm like this...."

Something about his tone of voice in that moment nearly made your heart stop, damn... maybe being near him during a full moon wouldn't be so bad? You watched as the sunlight finally fully faded, being replaced by the light of the full moon. You jolted slightly as you heard a deep and low growling sound coming from behind you. You didn't even have a chance to turn and look at him before you were being pinned to the ground.

You were a bit startled at first. You didn't mind bigby being a bit more forceful and rough with you. It just simply caught you by surprise. You let out a somewhat embarrassed squeal as the sound of ripping fabric reached your ears, both your dress and underwear being torn off faster than you thought possible.

He moved you slightly, pushing you to rest on your hands and knees facing away from him. He ran his hand down your back, his now decently sharper claws almost drawing blood as you winced. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth leaving harsh and slightly painful hickeys in their wake.

You hadn't even realized that he had undone his pants until he without warning thrusted his cock inside of you, causing a mixture between an embarrassingly loud whine and moan to leave your lips.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart? Do you like being stuffed full of me?"

You could only manage a nod as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly with a rough and uneven pace, sinking his claws into your hips as he held you in place.

You were incredibly overwhelmed in both a mixture of slight pain and a lot of pleasure to the point where you were a bit worried you might pass out. In all honesty you couldn't really complain about the idea of being fucked by a Wolfman in a corn maze all night long.