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Shouldn't he offer him children, too?
#I couldn’t stop thinking about this scene so I made gifs…#🥹😓#trop s2e6#silvergifting#annatar x celebrimbor#trop s2#trop season 2#the rings of power#annatar#celebrimbor#trop spoilers#trop#gif#my gifs#kasza
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SEO IN GUK & AHN JAE HYUN
K. Will, Please Don’t… (2012) K. Will, No Songs Can Express Me (2024)
#seo in guk#ahn jae hyun#k.will#kpopedit#musicedit#mvedit#asianlgbtqdramas#mlmedit#kpop mv#ultkpopnetwork#ali gif#tuserfaiza#uservix#aleksbestie#tusersilence#samblr#userrlaura#useryd#tuserbia#tuseralexa#todramaism#udeokmis#me when this mv was announced: AND DURING PRIDE MONTH????? 😌🤩🌈🥹 / me after the video: AND DURING PRIDE MONTH???? 😟🙃😞😓
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When Toto Wolff called Jos Verstappen asking for Max not to be aggressive with the Merc drivers
- what did your dad say to you after that phone call, can I ask?
Max: toto called me
- he called you, did he? He called you directly
Max: yeah
- what did he say to you?
Max: well not not to me. He called my dad so I was next to my dad when he called so-
- so he put it on speaker the phone?
Max: no no he went outside *everyone laughs* I was watching the tv so I didn't want to get disturbed
#😭😭#he wanted to act like a grown up#he was 18 😭🥹#toto called me 😌 no no i- 😥 I didnt want to get disturbed 😓#max verstappen#insane fr that toto actually called jos asking him for that 💀
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ROBERT DE NIRO & HARVEY KEITEL Mean Streets (1973) · dir. Martin Scorsese
#the literal eyefucking charlie gave johnny when he first appears onscreen at the club🤤😓 like he's just met the love of his life#lol dis two were fucking fosho --bc tell me how kietel's character charlie wud go off & fuck loads of girls#but reserve the most romance for when he's with johnny the eternal fuckup who he loves bailing out of trouble#ans: he is his MAIN puss & wherever far off he wonders he always ends up back at johnny's looking for romance#if johnny boy is a mistake ---then it's one Charlie LOVES making---thats love whichever way you slice it🥹💖#they also meet a bunch of queers across the film#robert de niro#harvey keitel#mean streets#martin scorsese#filmedit#mean streets 1973#film#movie#homoeroticism#charlie cappa#john civello#lgbt#queer#1970s#70s movies#gorgeous#beautiful#beautiful men#affection#intimacy
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A SNEAK PEAK INTO MY NEW FANFIC
In the heart of Prythian, the Spring Court was a place where the magic of nature itself ran through the veins of its people. It wasn’t just a court known for its greenery or the eternal spring that wrapped its lands in soft warmth and vibrant life—it was a living, breathing entity where every fae held an intimate bond with the land, the creatures, and the cycles that shaped their world. The Spring Court wasn’t a place where nature was tamed; instead, it was honored, revered, and allowed to flourish freely.
From the youngest fae child to the oldest elder, their lives were intertwined with the rhythms of the earth. It wasn’t unusual to see children running through fields of wildflowers, their laughter echoing as they learned the old ways from their parents and grandparents. These fae were storytellers, and their lore was rich with tales of the first bloom, the Great River Spirit, and the first animal companions who roamed the world with them. Stories were not just meant to entertain but to teach the values of harmony, respect, and the delicate balance between all living things.
When spring arrived, the air would hum with life. Festival preparations began the moment the first green shoot broke through the soil. I imagine their largest celebration, Primaveralis, marking the true beginning of the season. The fae would gather in fields, dressed in clothes adorned with intricate embroidery of flowers, vines, and animals. Woven into their hair would be garlands of fresh blossoms, symbols of renewal. The Primaveralis was more than just a festival; it was a sacred ritual of thanks, where they would offer a part of their harvest to the earth in gratitude for the bounty it would provide. They danced until their feet ached, the music mirroring the flow of rivers and the rustling of leaves in the wind. In the Spring Court, to dance was to connect with the heartbeat of the world.
And then there were the gardens—vast, sprawling sanctuaries where rare plants were cultivated and protected. It was said that every noble house had its own private garden, each one a reflection of the fae who nurtured it. Some were wild, left to grow untamed and free, while others were meticulously cared for, with each petal and leaf carefully pruned. The garden of the High Lord, Tamlin, was rumored to be the most breathtaking of all. No one knew for sure what lay behind the ancient, ivy-covered gates of his private retreat, but whispers spoke of trees that touched the sky and flowers that could bloom only in the light of the full moon.
The bond between fae and nature was sacred, and no one embodied that connection more than Tamlin himself. The High Lord could shift into a beast, a physical manifestation of the untamed power of the land. He was the protector of the Spring Court, and his very presence was tied to the land's prosperity. When he walked the borders of his territory, the flowers stood taller, the trees whispered their thanks, and the animals watched him with a kind of reverence. He wasn’t just their ruler; he was their guardian. And in return, the Spring Court was fiercely loyal to him.
But the Spring Court was not just about nature—it was about the bond between its people. Family was at the core of their traditions, and the fae of the Spring Court were bound not just by blood but by the shared values of protection and growth. Births were joyous occasions, marked by the Ceremony of Roots. In this ritual, a sapling would be planted in honor of each new life, and as the child grew, so too would the tree, symbolizing their connection to the land. Weddings were similarly sacred, held beneath the ancient boughs of the forest, where vows were whispered to the wind and witnessed by the spirits of the earth.
Death, too, was honored. The fae of the Spring Court understood that death was simply another part of the cycle. When a member of the court passed, their body would be returned to the land in the Rite of the Earth, where they would be buried beneath the roots of an ancient tree. The people believed that in death, they would continue to nourish the land they had protected in life. Their legacy lived on in the flowers that bloomed and the trees that stood tall long after they were gone.
I imagine the Spring Court having its own language—one that was soft, flowing, and filled with words that described the beauty of nature. Their language would be rich with metaphors, where love could be expressed as a blossoming flower or a tree’s roots reaching deep into the earth. While they spoke the common tongue of the fae, their dialect would be unique, shaped by centuries of living so close to the land. And perhaps, for their most sacred rituals, they had an ancient script—runes carved into the bark of trees or drawn in the earth during ceremonies, connecting them to the ancient spirits who had watched over the land since the beginning of time.
The fae of the Spring Court were known for their artistry, their creativity inspired by the world around them. Their tapestries were woven with threads dyed from the petals of rare flowers, each one telling the story of their ancestors or marking a significant event in their history. Their clothes were simple yet elegant, adorned with floral patterns and symbols of the seasons. Jewelry was crafted from the stones and gems found in their rivers and mountains, each piece imbued with the magic of the land.
But at the heart of the Spring Court was its music. Songs were passed down through generations, each one telling the story of the court’s history, of battles fought, love found, and the eternal cycle of life and death. The music was always present, whether in grand festivals or quiet moments of reflection. Instruments made from wood and bone, their sounds mimicking the calls of birds or the rustle of leaves, were played by skilled musicians who had learned the craft from their ancestors.
Tamlin, despite his flaws, was deeply tied to these traditions. He carried the weight of centuries of history on his shoulders, and though the events of recent years had taken their toll, there was no doubt that the Spring Court’s spirit still lived within him. He had made mistakes, yes, but the people of the Spring Court saw him as more than just a ruler. He was a symbol of the land’s strength and resilience, a protector who had stood against darkness for fifty long years under the curse of Amarantha.
And while his court was healing, so too was he. The fae of the Spring Court believed in second chances—in the possibility of growth after destruction, just as the forest regrows after a fire. They believed in Tamlin, not just as a High Lord but as one of them—a fae bound by the same traditions, the same love for the land that they all shared.
In the end, the Spring Court wasn’t just a place. It was a feeling—a deep connection to the world around them, a respect for the cycles of life and death, and an unbreakable bond between its people. Despite the hardships they had faced, their hearts still beat in time with the pulse of the land, and their hope for the future remained as strong as ever.
TELL ME GUYS IF I SHOULD CONTINUE IT, thank you so much for reading this, i really appreciate it🥹❤️
#acotar#anti rhysand#pro tamlin#anti ic#pro nesta#anti feyre#tamlin#acotar fandom#acotar fanfiction#spring court#spring#acotar blurb#first ever kind of fic i ever wrote🥹#ive never been nervous to post smth before😓😪
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~ 𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 ~
·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙸𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙶𝙶𝙶𝙶. 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝙱&𝙹 𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚠— 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚘’𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚌 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚋𝚏𝚋𝚏𝚑𝚍𝚓𝚓 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝙱&𝙹 ✊🏾🥲…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙**·̩̩̥͙
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟻𝟷𝟸
𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡
𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. (𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝? 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝 = 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 = 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜/𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙? 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒��𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝).
(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)
𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @itzsana-kiddingmenow
@saturnzskyzz @giggly-cloud @savemeafruitjuice
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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟶𝟷% 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 <𝟹
𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑𝚑𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚒𝚝!!!
̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜…𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 /𝚛𝚎𝚏˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
Alright. Hear Mikey out on this one, okay? Because in all honesty, this was originally a fire plan. A lit plan. Some might say that the fire from the plan was sooooo hot it was practically blazing due to the fact of how awesome it was.
…okay. Well perhaps maybe people don’t say that exact term but they definitely should!
Anyways, it started off as a pretty chill day for the orange banded teen. I mean, it was Summer for crying out loud! These next few months were supposed to be absolutely nothing but pure chillness.
If your Summer isn’t even a bit chill in the slightest, then you’re doing something totally wrong.
Daylight savings was over, school was over and most importantly…homework was over! (Besides the fact that Mikey and his brother’s are forced to do dumb reading reports over the break because the school system dumb)…But other than that, Michelangelo was basically free! Free as a bird.
And so, like any sane studious kid that has been in High school for about a year…Mikey has been doing something he hasn’t done in a while since school started…
…Absolutely nothing.
He’s been spending the past week or two playing Roblox on his IPad while eating Doritos mixed with Skittles.
Look, don’t even judge until you try, it’s actually pretty good!
But anyways, as Mikey was playing Flee the Facility, he randomly came to terms with the fact that he needed to steal some of his brother’s clothes for today…
Random thought, I know.
The youngest has (and always will) politely take his brother’s clothes during the Summer— preferably hoodies and/or shirts. It’s basically a forced hand-me-down/Yard sale the youngest turtle always looks forward to. And today marked the 29th of June— 8 days from June 22nd.
And if you’re unfamiliar, the 22nd of June marked the official end of Spring and official start of Summer! So the smallest turtle’s annual raid of his elder brother’s clothes was loooooong overdue.
Last Summer, Mikey took Raph’s Detroit Become Human t-shirt, his WWE shirt, one of his polos and one of his The Walking Dead t-shirts (Raph had a TON).
And the Summer before that, Mikey took Leo’s Squidward hoodie. And…yeah. That was basically it— the eldest was a pretty bland guy and there was really nothing worth taking from his wardrobe.
So if you did your Math correctly, you would realize that this year it was Donnie’s turn. And so that’s what the youngest of the turtle teens was planning…
How the absolute hell could he take some of his immediate older brother’s clothes without taking ALL of them?
Because believe it or not, the nerdy turtle of the group had a pretty good fashion taste and sense. His style was simple but not too bland or standout-ish. Donnie’s style was just a simple array of sweatshirts— a piece of clothing the smallest turtle could never EVER have too much of.
But the tech-y turtle of the family definitely did. Just looking at his side of the shared bedroom, you could see sweatshirts and hoodies galore just scattered everywhere.
The orange banded mutant looked through the sweatshirts and hoodies, trying to figure out which one he should now claim as his own.
A Sailor Moon hoodie? Too bright.
An MHA sweatshirt? Too basic.
An Attack on Titan hoodie? Too edgy.
The youngest sighed in frustration, digging through his brother’s mountain of clothes before settling on a nice black hoodie with Gojo Satoru on it.
…what? Gojo Satoru was cool! Even though the orange banded turtle had only seen him in TikTok edits…those edit’s were pretty fire.
Just like his plan of taking his brother’s anime merch because he simply just could.
The orange banded teen looked at himself in the mirror right next to Donnie’s tent, humming the popular yet overused tune that Gojo is associated with to himself, trying (and failing) to do the popular dance.
“Ugh…how did Donnie do it again…?” The chocolate eyed teen inquired, attempting to do the dance one last time before lightly falling on his shell; the other sweatshirts and hoodies breaking his fall.
“Dude…” A voice giggled behind him.
Mikey’s eyes widened at the sudden but familiar voice, glancing upwards to lock eyes with the one and only Donatello, peering down at him and smirking.
“DONNIE!” Mikey shouted in surprise, getting up and whirling around so that he faced his immediate older brother as he tried to look as casual as possible, “Donatello! Dee! Don-bon…what’s…up…?” The youngest grimaced, sending awkward finger-guns as the hood to the hoodie fell down, completely covering his eyes due to how big it was on him.
The elder snickered, putting a hand over his mouth as he tried to stifle them a little. “Oh shut up…” Mikey huffed, taking the hood off as the other turtle chuckled in amusement again, going to his younger brother and standing right next to him.
“My sweatshirt literally engulfs you.” The turtle that wielded glasses chuckled soflty which only caused the youngest to roll his eyes annoyed at the entire situation. “Shut. Up.” He pouted, crossing his arms as he glared at his older brother, “It looks good on me!”
“It swallows you…” The other said back.
“I’LL SWALLOW YOU!” Mikey retorted, turning away from his brother angrily.
The purple loving teen sighed fondly and laughed slightly at the automatic retort, raising a teasing brow at his younger brother, “Are you attempting at trying to look like me~?”
The orange banded turtle blushed profusely, glaring at the other turtle’s question, “HELL NO.”
“Thehen why do you hahave the hoodie I wear literally everywhere? You know damn well Gojo is my go-to anime character of all time.”
Michelangelo grumbled, looking to the side of him as he swayed his arms at his sides. Okay…well, perhaps out of context it did seem like he was trying to look like Donnie. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t.
The only reason why the youngest “steals” clothes from his brother’s is because…well, he can and it’s easy. And it’s just…sorta comforting in a way. Not the stealing part…but…
Look— it’s dumb and confusing don’t think about it too much.
The elder teen huffed out a small laugh, “Why did you choose my Gojo Satoru hoodie of all things, though?”
“…I keep seeing him on TikTok and he’s the only anime character that hasn’t made me cry out of cringe in a way...”
“Ooookay. Good for you, bud.” Donnie nodded, putting his hand out “Now give it here. Me and the TMLBANOT21stC are meeting later today to have a JJK meeting.”
The chocolate eyed turtle blinked, “Your going to…what…?”
“My club stands for The Most Logical, Big-minded, Anime Nerds of the 21st century. Duh.” The honey brown eyed mutant said sassily, “Now give me back my hoodie or I’ll be late!”
Mikey blinked once more, a small cheeky smile plastering on his face, “And what if I don’t want to?”
“Michaelangelo—“
And with that, the smallest turtle ran out of the shared room, moving his legs as fast as he could that the other in the room just saw an orange and green blur sprint past him.
“MIKEY!!!” Donnie howled angrily, running out of the room to catch up with him. The second youngest bumped in between the two eldest turtles, quickly apologizing to them as he ran after the youngest.
The leader in blue scratched his head confused, “Should we…?”
“Nah.” Raph commented.
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Donnie was internally groaning. If he couldn’t get his hoodie back from his brother in the next 10 minutes he would be late to his own club.
Imagine that.
…Exactly! You can’t.
The second youngest looked around the living room, trying to figure out just where his little brother was. In the last couple of years, the honey brown teen didn’t really mind the youngest taking some of his clothes (even if Donnie would’ve preferred him just normally asking).
But Donnie needed this hoodie. More than anything and one way or another he would get it.
Suddenly…an idea popped into the geniuses brain, smirking widely as he leaned on the wall. He closed the door without stepping outside of the kitchen, still in the room to make it seem like he left. The youngest peeked from behind the couch, him and his brother making immediate eye contact.
Ha. Got em.
The anime loving turtle basically lunged at the smaller turtle, sitting on top of him as the other tried to squirm away. “I GOT YOU, YOU LITTLE TURD!” The purple cladded teen smirked triumphantly, crossing his arms and watching amusedly as his little brother tried to escape.
“Just give me back my hoodie, man. You’re making it seem like I’m asking you for your liver.”
“YOU DID ONCE!!!”
“That was for a Bio experiment.” The elder corrected almost immediately, “But that’s not the point just— UGH! Give me my dang hoodie!!!”
“NO!!!”
The purple banded turtle glared, uncrossing his arms as he wiggled his fingers in the air, “Wanna do this the hard way? Because we can do the hard way, little brother…”
The brown eyed mutant paled, shaking his head back and forth at the question. Well…this didn’t go exactly as planned.
Donnie just scoffed, his hands immediately going for the other’s underarms but Mikey put his arms down, sputtery giggles escaping his mouth as he did so. “P-Plehease! Deehee!”
“Don’t 'plehease Deehee' me! Give back me back my JJK hoodie!”
“BuHUT—“
The elder turtle lost his patience, effortlessly raising the other’s arms as he scribbled his free hand’s fingers all over his underarms. The smallest turtle squawked, falling into loud giggles. He kicked his legs underneath his older brother, “DOHOHON— NOHO!”
“Someone is sensitive here!” Donnie mused.
“STAHAP— I AHAM NAHAT!!”
“You’re not? Not what~? Ticklish~?” The anime loving turtle asked, his smiled widening as he saw how flustered his baby brother was getting. “STAHA— STAHA-! DEEHEE!” Mikey shrieked, “NOHO TEEHEEASING!”
The glasses wielding teen gasped dramatically, “No teasing? You take my hoodie and now you’re telling me what to do?”
“NONONONO WAH— *squeal* WAHAHAIT!!!”
The tech whiz wasted no time prodding his thumbs on the youngest hips. The brown eyed teen squealed loudly, hugging his middles and just not even trying to stop Donnie’s hands at this point.
The last time he attempted to, his immediate older brother spent the next half an hour scribbling the orange banded teen’s palms…
That was hell in itself and Mikey was not trying to relive that again if he could help it.
“Awe…does this tiiiickle? Is this tickling you~? Maybe that’s cuz you’re reeeaally ticklish here…”
“IHI— *squeal* QUIHIHIET!” Michelangelo demanded loudly.
Donnie smiled at the weak retort, kneading the other’s hips harder, “What happened to all that smugness, hm? Where’d it all go, little guy~? Do I have you in a giggly puddle because your tickle tickle ticklish and I’m tickle tickle tickling you~?”
“STAHAHAP *squeal* SAHAHAYING *squeal* THAHAT, AHAHASHOLE!!!”
“Stop saying what~? Tickle? Ticklish—?”
The orange banded teen squealed loudly once more, accidentally cutting his brother off with his teasing. The glasses wielding teen couldn’t help but laugh softly at it, “Awe…look at my baby brother…” Donnie cooed.
“NAHAHAHA!” The youngest threw his head back in loud laughter as Donnie now tickled the sides of his shell. Mikey arched his back, trying to buck his older brother off of him but Donnie held on easily, continuing to tickle him.
“PLEHEASE! PLEHEHEASE!!!”
“'Plehease'? Please what~?”
“JUHUST *squeal* NAHAT *hic* THE SHEHELL!” Mikey despretley cried, turning to his side as other small hiccups followed as the end of the hoodie went up a bit, revealing some of his plastron.
The honey brown eyed turtle giggled at the perfectly played out action, “Oh…would you look at that~!” He mused, “Last chance to give me back my hoodie, bro.”
The smaller turtle’s eyes widened in realization, looking up at his brother from the corner of his eye, “Yohou *hic* wohohoudn’t…!”
“Oho wouldn’t I~?” Donnie grinned, gently holding Mikey’s waist and blowing multiple upon multiple raspberries on his stomach whilst scribbling his nails on his sides. “DAHAH— *squeal* DAHANNIE!” Mikey cried.
“Jeez…your mega ticklish here, huh?”
“SHUHUT— GEHET— PLEHEHEASE!!!” The brown eyed teen rambled through his laughs, shaking his head.
“Why— would— I???” The tech whiz mocked playfully, now blowing raspberries on his little brother’s neck and scribbling his fingers all over his stomach. “NAHAHAT THEHERE!! BROHOHO COHOME OHAHAN!!” The youngest squealed and squeaked.
Donatello smirked, ceasing his 100% justified attack for a second, “You saying 'nahahat thehere' is genuinely so funny, Mikes. Like, I was going to tickle you here regardless but, hey! Thanks for confirming how badly it tickles for you.”
He resumed his tickling onslaught on his younger brother, the younger brother in question basically falling limp due to how hard he was laughing. The only body parts that were really fighting for his life right now were his legs, that still did not cease desperately kicking the floor.
The purple banded turtle now started lightly giving ticklish nibbles on his younger brother’s neck as his light scribbles on the smaller turtle’s sides became quick and fast squeezes. “Om nom nom! Hm…you taste like…giggles! And ticklishness~! My favorite food combo!” The elder teased.
“DEEHEE DEEHEEHEE?! WHAT DOHOES THAHAT EHEHEVEN MEEHEEAN?!?!” Mikey cried desperately, his voice sounding like a tea kettle brewing because of how squeaky and high pitched it was.
“Awe…you haven’t used that nickname for me in ages~! It must tickle that bad, huh?” The glasses wielding turtle cooed.
“IHI *hic* CAHAN’T!”
“You can’t~? Can’t what~?”
“IHIT— *hic* NAHAHAH!” Mikey silently wheezed, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes tight. “Is someone giving me the silent treatment?” Donnie snickered, “Pfft— get it? Cuz you’re laughing silently~? Eh? Eh?”
Okay, even if Mikey was the comedian of the family, he would’ve admitted that was a pretty solid joke if he wasn’t getting slaughtered right now. “FIHINE FIHINE *hic* HAHAVE *hic* IHIHIT BAHACK!!! TAHAKE IHIHIT!! PLEHEASE *hic* JUHUST STAHAHAP *squeal* I’M GOHONNA *squeal* DIHIHIE!!!”
“That would be kiiiiiiiinda funny making your grave honestly.” The tech loving teen smugly said, “Michelangelo Hamato. Reason of death? Being too freaking ticklish.”
“DEEHEEHEE!!!” The youngest cried. Donnie stopped, getting up and laying next to his brother, wrapping him in a side hug which the smaller turtle immediately melted to. “May I plehease hahave my hoodie back?”
“Ihi juhust sahaid yehehehes!” The orange banded teen groaned, literally throwing the hoodie at his immediate older brother. The anime loving teen smiled, putting on the hoodie as he grinned in triumph. “For real real. I feel like new...” He said to himself proudly.
And if the youngest knew his brother (which he did), that was probably a quote that that Gojo fellow has said.
“Oh! And by the way, little bro. My club doesn’t have a meet up today. It’s tomorrow.” Donnie snickered, walking away and leaving Mikey left in complete and utter awe.
That freaking asshole.
Okay, well now Mikey’s definitely taking that MHA hoodie next year.
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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)
#Lee!Mikey#Ler!Donnie#Mutant Mayhem tickle#Mutant Mayhem tickle ficlet#Kinda sorta maaaaybe projected unto Mikey here 🫥…just a TAD#When I was little I would steal my older siblings stuff— not bc like— I liked STEALING it (not tryna play into the stereotypes yo 🤧🙂↔️😓)#But bc it was THERE’S if that makes sense#I wasn’t jealous of it OR them#But just knowing that it was my sibling’s stuff was just…comforting in a way ig???#Also the palm tickle thing is inspired by someone…#COUGH COUGH YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE 😒👍🏾#I’m sorry if it seems as if this fic is choppy or rushed—#I just realized I’ve had this as a WIP since MARCH#So uhm uh yeahhh#Mutant Mayhem tickle fic#Mutant Mayhem tickle fanfiction#Also with the Gojo stuff I have NOT watched JJK yet 🤧😭#So the quote might jot be right I just looked it up ncbhdndmssk#Also I just created Don’s club name just cuz 🕺🏾#He seems like he would be a club head idk#He seems like club material 😌✨💕#Love them— the sillies 🥹☺️#NO MORE PB&J DUO FOR A WHILE THO OMLLLL#I’ve been doing them non-stop its INSANE#I did give Leo and Raph some cameo tho 😭😭😭…so there’s that mcbhhdjksks#I am starting to get better at writing ficlet’s tho :3#EEEEE#💜🧡#And lastly you canNOT BLAME ME FOR THE SPIDEY REFRENCE 🕷️🕸️#ITS ICONIC
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i love the xianle trio the sheer tragedy and angst of all of them. about how different the 3 of them are and how feng xin and mu qing are still working and care for xie lian in the present even though everything ended so messy and hurtful between them. how feng xin and mu qing still worked with each other - the fact they are connected by the one person, and that person wasn’t with them for a very long time and they still stuck with each other. they argue and butt heads but they care about one another and then at the end when there is so much going on, so much suspicion and chaos and the fact that no one turned their backs on the other, at the end of the story, and xie lian was the one to reach back and hold a hand to them, coming full circle to everything at the end. they started as a trio and then ended as one. there’s so much pain within the years past and misunderstandings and mistakes they made with each other. but they’ll grow more together and it’s so beautiful, a message of regret and forgiveness and moving forward
#does this make sense???? no clue i’m half asleep#but like in my xianle trio feels!!!!!!!!!#they are so complicated and complex#they care so much#about each other#even though they are all bad at expressing it#😓🥹😢😭#tgcf#xianle trio#my ramblings#tgcf spoilers
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can’t help i have a great ass
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not someone calling me ungrateful for saying my requests are closed.. what is this app on GOODBYE
#౨ৎ — rambles・#am srry for being ungrateful my pookies 🥹#pls forgib me 😞#so sowwy for closing my requests and setting boundaries 😓😢
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I redesigned my mashle self insert oc!!!˙˚ʚ(꒪ˊ꒳ˋ꒪)ɞ˚˙
Its so hard to draw in a different art style😭
#mashle#this literally took me 10+hours💀😓#im working on making these oc thingys for my sister and bestie atm!!!🥹🫶#マッシュル#art#マッシュルfa#mashle oc#self insert#mashle magic and muscles#mashle fanart#self insert oc
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JUN YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!!!!! https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSYDcGUqn/
sfw link
the way you're the THIRD person (between both moots and irls) who's sent me this 😭😭😭 BUT I LOVE IT OH MY GODDNRHJDNDJD the way he keeps repeating it like he's trying to memorize it :((((((
#[💌] — asks#[💬] — bibi#HIS FACE WHEN SHE WAS EXPLAINING IT IM SOBBIGN IM DISTRAUGHT#like hes so :(((((((((((((((((((((((( i love him i adore him#HES SO PRECIOUS LOOK AT HIS SMILEEEERHRUURURUEJJR🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹😓😓😓😓😓😓😞😞💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔#''these words are suitable for song lyrics'' STOP RIGHT THERE PLEASE I CANR DO IT ANYMORE PLEASE#NEED TO KISS HIM SO BADJDHEHDJNDFJRNKRR IM SUFFERING IN HELL PLSPLSPSLSPKDJELEEEBSKAABCAAMMAKXWAK
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AHHHHH BITTCCHHH (affectionate 💛) this is exactly what I needed after this shitty ass day at work!
I swear your writing is so fucking good. I missed you so muchhhh 😭
These balloons just for you. Don't ever disappear like that again 🥰
LOLLL the affectionate in brackets is sending me, don’t worry queen i knew the intentions 🫂 BUT YOURE TOO NICE I FEEL SO FLATTERED i honestly felt a bit rusty because i hadn’t touched the smau in like a good month so i thought i didn’t have it in me but clearly auntie still got it… jk but thank you that made me feel a bit better about coming back, i thought everyone forgot about ptp ngl lol I MISSED YOU MORE it’s nice having you in my inbox user chibilino 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️
i’ll try to not disappear!! hope work was good for you these other days, THE EMPLOYED PEOPLE ARE TUNED INTO PTP WE LOVE IT 🔥🔥🔥 ILY AND HERE ARE BALLOONS BACK 🎈❤️🎈❤️🎈
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missing my Fate husbands hours 🥹
the hashtags on this are sending me but I feel you 🤣
#i miss cú so bad#cu chulainn#😓 about to rewatch unlimited blade works for the umpteenth time#i already rewatched apocrypha for shiro 🥹#shiro kotomine#i’ve grown a weakness for adult waver too 😓#i think it’s the hair ngl#I WANT TO SEE OZYMANDIAS😠#im not sure which fate ozy was in but i’m down bad pls#ozymandias#ozymandias fate#there are still some fate movies i haven’t seen and it’s gross actually#lord el melloi ll#a day in the life of chrvstxl#chrvstxl#random#BYE I WAS SHAMED FOR LIKING KIREI#kotomine kirei#he’s so mmmmmmmh#i’ll endure shame if it’s for any of the kotomine priests tbr
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TikTok Trends That Are Killing Me Now
🎵Where is my friend the smiley?🎵 🥰 (dead, they’re dead)
🎵Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god. Always an angel, never a god, alwaysanangel neveragod -🎵 (I’ll never be like you, but I think you’re a god, and I love envy you)
🎵Baby if your love is in trouble. When you know, you know. When you know, you know. It kinda makes me laugh, running down that path. When you’re good, it’s gold - 🎵 (I know I love you, but our love is in trouble)
🎵Nothings new, nothings new, nothings new nothingsnewnothingsnewnothingsnew -🎵 (everyone I care for is dead and I’m used to it)
🎵You turn me inside out and then you want the outside in, you spin me all around and then ask me not to spin, you say you wanna be loved -🎵 (I’ll do anything for you)
🎵So please, please, please, let me, let me, let me… Let me get what I want this time. Lord knows it would be the first time🎵 (I never get you)
🎵Ridin’ in, I think I’m feeling it now, just like you did🎵 (we’ve been through this before)
🎵And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’🎵 (I love you, and you’re gone now)
“Do you think we’re ____ in every universe?” 🎵It matters where you are🎵 (are we even in this one?)
#anytime I see these sounds I’m just 🥹😓🥲#let them be happy#DAMN#for every fandom#but my feed is very aot and jjk heavy#tiktok#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#jeanmarco#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#just anyone really
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Favourite blorbo go
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THIS IS LIKE ASKING ME TO PICK A FABORUITE CHILD- 😭 I mean a favourite? I gotta say Jason - mostly ‘cause I’ve liked him the longest(ish) and I generally relate to him most - hard decision though because I do like so many so much 😔
#We don’t talk about my first blorbos ☹️😓😔/silly /hj#Still there’s so many I really really love…#I can lit think of 8 off the top of my head that are literally all-time favourites.. and I’m sure I’m missing some 🥹
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