#*blows kiss to all the donnie fans out there*

[luckycharms1701]

Oh, please, I must know now… Donnie during mating season??? :D I’m loving ur writings about this :)

alright you thirsty purple fans, it’s time!

sidenote: i am. so glad. that people are enjoying these. they’re a lot of fun to write!

double sidenote: i have added a link to my masterpost to all my bayverse mating season headcanons! you can also find them here

sooooo donnie. he's a freak in the sheets, you cannot change my mind. so especially strong spicy warning for this one 🌶️

Donnie is extremely matter of fact about mating season. The first time he brings it up with you, he’s more nervous about your answer than he is shy about explaining what it entails. (You couldn’t hear the words, but you did hear him muttering to himself before he came up to ask you. You suspect it was a pep talk.) He is very thorough when explaining mating season in general and how it affects him in particular. You are grateful and also a little turned on by the time he’s done.

Before you were in the picture, Donnie used to work himself until his system overloaded and he passed out during this time. Now he finds himself working a lot less, because he has you to focus on. He appreciates that you make him spend more time on leisure and don’t let him overwork himself. He also appreciates that you do let him work at least a little when the desire hits. Getting to cuddle with you is a surefire way to get him to rest when he needs it though. As long as you’re nearby, he’s happy to do whatever.

Donnie is a talker in general, but it gets ramped up to 100 when it’s his season. Unless his mouth is busy doing… other things… it’s basically a 24/7 stream of consciousness fest. Mostly it’s about you. How much he loves you, what in particular he loves about you, how exactly he wants to make love to you. His morning star, his starlight, his celestial beauty. Sometimes, though, he’ll interrupt himself to talk about something that just occurred to him about one of his projects. It never fails to pull a laugh out of you and make him rub the back of his neck in (adorable) embarrassment.

He enjoys physical affection and often seeks it out from you, and this holds true during his season. He won’t whine or get grumpy if you don’t want to be touching him all the time (*cough* like his brothers will *cough*), but he does prefer if you’re in contact with him somehow. He enjoys watching movies with your head on his lap and your hand in his. He especially likes it when you're on top of him.

Donnie is used to just taking care of himself whenever necessary, AND he is used to handling delicate things during his season. So there is a lot of gentle manhandling when the time comes. You can't do anything particularly engaging because he will come up and interrupt you whenever to have sex. IF you are wearing clothes at all (not often), you cannot wear underwear or pants, at most a skirt. That way he can just lift it up and enter you whenever the urge hits. He is especially fond of doing this when you're sitting on his lap while he's working (... "daddy's little cockwarmer").

Having you around does not mean that all of his toys go unused, oh no. He is very considerate, and would rather resort to them when you're getting rest. (He got your permission to stare at you while you slept and he used his toys. So considerate.) He also came up with some new toys that the two of you can use together. Having toys custom designed for your pleasure? Well. It really adds to the experience of mating season.

He likes to take his time and study you. He is always coming to you with a new experience he wants to try. He does get a lot of pleasure out of trying new things, but he mostly just wants to know how you'll react. He is intimately familiar with your body and how it reacts, and he wants to see if those reactions hold true when different stimuli are applied. His prodigious brain is always working. He particularly likes when something catches you off guard and a surprised gasp comes out of your mouth.

Donnie is not overtly possessive, even in his season. But there is always one hickey very carefully placed somewhere noticeable that you can't cover easily. He knows just how much force to use to leave an imprint of his hands without hurting you more than you enjoy. And if he catches someone looking at you? You will probably be walking a little funny the next day. When he ties you up (he enjoys tying you up. a lot.), he'll take a minute to sit back and observe you, pleasuring himself to thoughts of how you belong to him the same way he belongs to you.

When his season is over, his favorite thing to do is cuddle with you while the both of you sleep it off. He won't leave the bed, not even to work, until he deems you fully rested. (He will work in bed while you sleep on his plastron though.) His second favorite thing to do is bathe you. He takes his time to make sure every inch of you is clean and cared for. It's a lot like going to a spa, because Donnie did a lot of research into spas so that he could replicate that experience for you. And if you give him a little pampering in return? You'll get to hear him chirp and churr in complete satisfaction.

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

[watermelonsugacry]

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her.

A/N: agreed

"Alright, Donny," YN smirks as she walks about the massive stage. It feels so good for her to play a show back in Doncaster with all of the good friends she had when she was younger, her family, and married to the love of her life.

"Yeh lads don't know how good it feels to be back 'ere. I didn't grow up with much so to be here, in me hometown, playing in one of the biggest stadiums in the world is just-"

"Best artist in the fookin' world!"

"You what, love?" YN immediately yet casually stops her speech for the fan at the barricade. She takes out her earpiece and leans over the best she can to hear what they had to say.

"Best fookin' artist in the fookin' world!"

An open-mouthed smirk graces her lips.

"Yeah? Let's fookin' go," YN beams. She giggles before going into her Valley Girl accent, "You're right. Let's - Let's fucking go. Mhm!"

She sassily nods her head before letting out a laugh, "He's just like c'mon, I know the next song, let's get on with it!"

Her laughter only continues when the crowd begins to chant her name. When she tries to get them all calmed down, she only throws her hands up with a smile when they bark at her.

Despite the silliness, the feeling of gratitude surges through her entire body and soul at the realization of what she's doing. When she was younger, she never thought she'd be able to pursue her dreams of becoming a singer. Almost thirteen years later, she's now an accomplished singer, songwriter, musician, and producer playing for thousands of people each night.

This feeling carries along with her for the rest of the show. Even as she stands at the edge of the catwalk during her song POV, she takes a step back from her microphone stand and takes out her earpieces to hear a stadium full of fans singing her lyrics back to her.

Her glossy eyes look around at the tiny lights that illuminate the entire crowd. She turns her head towards the private box reserved for close family and friends and she breaks out into a fond smile at the sight of Harry blowing her a kiss.

Its truly a dream come true and there are no words good enough to express the amount of love she feels.

SINCE 2010 matserlist

[obsessed-small-penguin]

Leosagi/Leochi in Musicals

I have noticed that some people are putting the Epic Musical associated with ROTTMNT (Mostly revolving around Leo). I just have to say, I haven’t listened to the Epic Musical, but my God why hasn’t anyone done Leosagi in other musicals 😭. I haven’t watched many musicals, but here are some suggestions (that no one will use 💀).

Musicals That Can Fit Leosagi/Leochi

Hamilton - Historical Musical about Founding Father Alexander Hamilton

I’ve seen people using this in other fandoms. For this one it’s mostly Casey and Future Leo. But to include Usagi:

“Helpless“ - The roles technically don’t matter, but Leo could be Eliza (because he has a lot of siblings and also is blue) and Usagi could be Alexander. Usagi’s friends could be Laf, Muligan, or Laurens. Very wholesome song! It could also be reversed with Leo as Alexander. His brothers would be Laf (Donnie), Mulligan (Mikey/Raph), Laurens (Mikey/Someone Else), or Aaron (Raph/Donnie) if this was the case.

“Satisfied” - For some Angst, Leo or Usagi wouldn’t be Eliza 💀 (or if people ship Donsagi, idk the name, then this is a perfect song LOL)! Usagi could be Angelica and Leo Alexander or vise versa. (Context: Angelica and Eliza are siblings, Angelica is the oldest and likes Hamilton. However, she sees her sister Eliza likes Alex as well, so Angelica sets Eliza and Alex up and the two are getting married. Basically, a love triangle)

“Congratulations“ or “First Burn” / “Burn” - This is just to cause more Angst and rub salt over the wound to match with “Satisfied”. “Burn” is basically Eliza and Alexander breaking up because of “Say No To This” when Alex has an affair.

“Dear Theodosia“ - Can be used for the headcanon of Jotaro as Leosagi’s kid & Aaron Burr as Cassandra which would make Theodosia as Casey Jr. 

“Blow Us All Away” and “Stay Alive (Reprise)” - Used as the above. Jotaro can be Phillip (Alex and Eliza’s son). Or maybe replace the son as Casey Jr. Either way, could be a fun idea.

In The Heights - Hispanic musical with people who have a dream and struggling with identity/poverty. (Idk how to describe it).

This musical can be use for those fans who like to headcanon the Hamato children knowing Spanish. There are 2 couples in this play (Benny and Nina | Vanessa and Usnavi) that could fit Leosagi and there is a musical and a movie (I prefer movie audio since it sounds newer than the musical since that’s kinda old).

“The Club“ - Just for funsies. Leo/Usagi getting jealous that the other is gaining a lot of attention on the dance floor with other men (Imma assume Leo aka Vanessa is on the dance floor).

“Blackout” - Follows right after the previous song. Only part that would fit here is an audio most might have heard. The whole “You barely even danced with me” and then “Don’t make me laugh, I’ve been trying all night, you’ve been shaking your ass with half of the Heights”.

“When You’re Home“ - Could be wholesome with using Usagi as Benny (since there’s no confirm race) and Leo as Nina (Afro-Latino and half Japanese moment? Black Hispanic and half Japanese?).

“Sunrise“ - This is only in the musical version, but it’s so cute!! Takes place after “Blackout” where Nina and Benny found each other and stayed with each other. Nina teaches Benny some Spanish. “Well how do you say kiss me?” “Besume” “and how do you say hold me?” All of that. And also a moment where Benny is scared that Nina’s dad is going to know that Nina is with him (Nina’s dad disproves of Benny). Obviously, Leo is Nina and Benny is Usagi.

Bare: A Pop Opera - (TW: Self-harm also Drugs) Gay musical with two boys struggling in a Catholic Boarding School. They are secretly dating, but one wants the come out and the other doesn’t because of his strict father (also he has a twin).

I really recommend this musical, it might be slow but it can get you in your feels. Btw, it’s a sad musical (Trigger warning). Honestly, any songs can fit because it’s literally a gay story. Also a theater Romeo and Juliet play they are doing. A play within a musical.

“You And I“ - Listening to the lyrics ummm, Leo fits almost TOO WELL with being Jason 😂 Jason is the one with a twin named Nadia (who believes she is fat and she harms herself). Their dad is rich and Jason is the favorite sibling. Anyways, Jason is Leo and Peter is Usagi. This song is an introduction to how they are together (always being in secret and having to pull away when people are around).

“Plain Jane Fat Ass“ - Twin moment with Jason (Leo) and Nadia (Donnie). Angst or Hurt/Comfort with the two.

“Best Kept Secret“ - Self explanatory

“Ever After” - THIS SONG OMG. So Leo and Usagi are having a heated argument and it’s tense and pretty sad.

“Wedding Bells“ - Angst. Usagi imagines Leo with another person.

“See Me“ - This is gonna have to change, so Peter is trying to come out to his mother, but she is clearly trying to ignore it. So This could be Leo being Peter and Splinter being the mom.

“God Don’t Make No Trash“ - Sister Chantelle (I didn’t spell that right. Anyways this is definitely Mikey aka Dr. Feels) and Peter talking about sexuality (kinda).

I don’t know who can be considered as “Father”. Maybe Draxum or Big Mama.

“Bare“ - Hurt, no comfort between Peter and Jason.

Be More Chill - Awkward teens who are trying to be cool so they take a pill (From JAPAAAAAAN) and they are controlled kinda.

Main character, Jeremy, likes this quirky girl named Christine, so he’s trying to be cool to get with her. If you heard the audio (”I’m waiting for my porno to load”) then that’s this musical. I did see multiple Donnie animations (and a Leo) with the song “Michael In The Bathroom”. Yeah that’s this musical. Maybe Christine (Usagi), Jeremy (Leo), and Michael (Donnie).

The Idea: I included this musical mainly because the whole idea if that teenagers are trying to be cool by taking a pill that (roughly, hard to explain) has a person in their head who “helps” them be cool (in actuality, a douche or a player). With the headcanons of The Krang still in control of certain Turtles, I thought well maybe instead of inserting something like “Mind Raph”, just make the person in the head (aka a Squip) just the Krang 😂 (Same can be used for BeetleJuice The Musical)

“A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into“ - Pretty cute song from Christine (Usagi).

“Be More Chill Pt. 1″ - Basically when the Squip comes in. Like listen and imagine the Krang behind the voices trying to manipulate people 💀

“The Pitiful Children“ - Basically a ‘world domination’ song. So just Krangs.

Heathers - Basically the movie.

This potentially fits the 2003 Leosagi more, I have no idea. At least, if we make JD Miyamoto. TW: Murders, Explosives, E.D., Suicide, Drugs/Alcohols, and attempt S.A.

“Beautiful” Or “Candy Store“ - The roles (based on colors) are Chandler (Raph), Duke (Donnie), MacAmera (Didn’t spell that right, Mikey), Kurt & Ram (The Foot Dudes? Bebop & Rocksteady), Martha (Todd? LOL), JD (Usagi).

“Meant To Be Yours” - Please, I need Psychopathic Usagi or Leo, I’ll take any 😭

Heathers: The Musical (2022), another version of the musical with some altered lyrics and added songs with a bit new style of musical form. “I Will Never Shut Up Again” - Wonderful song for Duke, would like to see an animation of Donnie (I like villain songs, lol).

“Seventeen“ - Wholesome song, hurt/comfort kinda, where Usagi and Leo are singing about having a life together (and not a life of being murderers).

I would add “Dead Girl Walking” but this fandom seems to not do much NSFW stuff with this ship, so I’ll exclude that song along with “Blue” as a suggestion.

[moxfirefly]

Heyo! I hope you're doing well! For the new NSFW asks, how about 39: "do you have a mommy kink", "no", "do you want one?" with leonardo, I've been waiting for a mommy kink with leonardo so I figured now would be a good time to ask lol 😂

Y’all heathens have to reignite my “Leo Has A Mommy Kink” debate.

So yes of course I can.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There are several aspects about Leo’s life that he quite enjoys keeping private.

You don’t earn the nickname Honor Boy without exactly living up to it. So naturally he doesn’t go about voicing things that needn’t concern his chatty brothers and their abilities for dumb nicknames.

It just doesn’t concern them that he’s, well he’s not the purest of the bunch. So what he likes to blow off steam and said steam requires particular things for it to be blown off. Nobody needs to know how much he’s read up on rope play and shibari (it’s artistic he swears) and nobody needs to know that his own internet history searches could rival that of Donnie.

And nobody needs to know that he may have a slight, tiny, minuscule, itty bitty mommy kink.

He feels his neck already all hot and sweaty when it comes to you, so it was quite uncalled for (in his mind) for you to talk kinks with him one late night in his room. Because contrary to Donnie who isn’t ashamed of his likes, Leo is still working through that. He doesn’t know how exactly to voice it, he isn’t stoked about sitting down with Donnie (who would be the most understanding) because he’s a little repressed to this day.

But you’re much more open, shameless and so nonchalant about it. He quite envies it to be honest, how you can laugh and giggle your way through a list you found online and have been reading to him about kinks.

And yes Leo’s laughed too, some of them sound so bizarre and not in the least bit appealing.

And yes he’s tried not to look too shameful about knowing some that you’ve never heard of.

“People really make a kink for anything, I bet there’s somebody right now inventing a new one” You scrolled on your phone, grinning when you landed on one in particular you knew all too well. You sat up a little straighter on Leo’s bed and cleared your throat.

“Daddy kink? Does is spark joy or not?” You gave your best game show voice and Leo shook his head with a chuckle. “I dunno, not really, there’s better authoritative names” He clears his throat, trying not to allude too much to what would end him if a girl ever said it to him.

“I suppose you’re on to something there, I’m either or, maybe in the heat of the moment who knows” You do notice that some of these have probably hit home for him, he had been a little more talkative before but as the list progressed, the more shy he got.

Something about that makes you so astonishingly delighted.

“Once a guy called me Mommy and I have to say, awakened something in me” You studied his reaction, Leo swallowed and did not in anyways let his eye stray towards you.

Oh boy.

“Do you have a mommy kink?” You flat out asked him, grinning. Leo kept his eyes anywhere but on you.

“No” With just a little more conviction he could’ve made it believable the poor soul.

“Do you want one?” You ask him with every seductive incentive that only serves for Leo to swallow.

You sit up on your knees and rest your hands on his shoulders, Leo can’t really stay with his eyes glued to one of his bonsais forever, so he caves.

Oh god does he cave.

“What’s wrong sweet boy?” You coo at him, hands running up his hot neck and resting on his cheeks. “Is my precious little boy embarrassed?” You caress his cheek, even going so far as to adjust his mask and Leo feels like he’s going to scream because blood rushing to places it shouldn’t right now.

“It’s ok, mommy’s goodest boy doesn’t have to be embarrassed about anything, yeah?” And you have to bite your lip from smiling so much when Leo honest to god shakes his head at your inquiry. You thumb his bottom lip and lean in close enough to feel his warm breath. “Have you been good? Have you been the most good boy for me?” You watch his tongue dart out to lick his dry lips as he nods.

The surge of power that shoots through your veins, it was definitely something you us become a fan of. But Leo’s reaction had been way more entertaining than that of your old flame. Your eyes landed on his lap, clearly this had pulled a very interesting reaction out of him. “Tsk tsk, did I say you could get excited?” You chastised him, tapping his lips with your finger.

How the night shifted to this was beyond Leo, he was lost in the mood, in the heat behind your words and there was no way he could stop his cock from filling up due to it. A part of him wanted to be embarrassed, he considers himself such a strong willed person, not easily cracked but yet here you were making putty out of him with such sweet words. You leaned in, voice a whisper. “Are you okay with this? Want me to stop?” You wanted to check in after all, but you would not continue if this was overstepping any boundaries with him.

Leo took a shuddering breath.

“No...mommy”

You bit the inside of your cheek, that shouldn’t have made you so hot. With a soft fingertip to the middle of his plastron, you followed a path downwards toward his already tenting shorts. You heard him gulp and once your hand was inside you gripped him with every intention of making squirm.

And messy.

Because Leo has to appreciate some messes.

“You’re such a good boy, my good blue boy” You jerked his cock slowly, each pump deliberate with the goal of hearing him struggle to autores a noise. A strong hand found your thigh and gripped it, several choked moans and whines escaping him. Pressing your lips to his cheek you hushed him, you kissed the spot just as you began to speed up your movements. Leo’s hips wanted to buck up into your tight grip, he felt your lips travel towards his ear and a smug tone that only served to make his cock leak. “Who has a mommy kink after all?” Oh he would’ve crawled into a hole and the way you giggled only made the situation worse.

He felt himself cum without warning, which only made the situation even more amusing for you, some of it shot up towards your shirt as you kept pumping. Leo didn’t even know if he could muffle his sounds more by. “Messy messy, you ruined mommy’s shirt” You grinned, still lazily stroking him as he slumped back against the pillows. His soft blue eyes found yours, if he could turn red he would’ve been by, you leaned down and kissed him.

As you pulled away, Leo gently reached for your stained hand and brought it towards his lips.

“May I clean my mess up...mommy?”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded.

Oh this would be such a fun new thing for the two of you and even as Leo (embarrassed to high end but still greatly enjoying himself) licked your fingers and palm of his own cum, he knew as well that maybe sharing his likes wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

The guys reacting to the first time thing get heated (😏) with their s/o

Leo

Ok so Leo is such a gentleman like it’s almost too much

like you have to put his hands on your waist/thighs/boobs ect because otherwise he won’t

not that he’s not excited, he’s over the freakin’ moon but he wants to make sure he isn’t pressuring you

eventually when it becomes clear that you definitely want this, he gets a little bold

“do you want to move this to my room?”

umm, of course you do!

he’s so very gentle at first

he knows that it’s just as much about your pleasure as it is about his

he undresses you like you’re something precious because, to him, you are

trails kisses everywhere and I mean every inch of skin that’s exposed

he does like to be in control most of the time but doesn’t want to force these power dynamics on you before you’ve had a chance to talk about them

so when you’re making out he goes a little more aggressive than he usually is but never too much, he wouldn’t do that

kissing up your neck, pulling your jaw to the side and kissing behind your ear and then telling you to look at him while he runs his thumb over your lips

compliments, compliments, compliments

telling you how you’re the most stunning thing he’s ever seen, he’s so lucky to be in this moment with you and how he’s gonna make this last

you can practically see the restraint in his entire being as he tries to hold back everything he wants to do to you because he knows he has to pace himself

but honestly, the second his clothes come off you’d let him do just about anything to you

of course he goes with traditional missionary for your first time together

not that he’s boring, but missionary is underrated and it means you can see each other and kiss while it goes down

oh he’s so intense though

direct eye contact and if you look away it’s “no, eyes back to me, baby. That’s right”

the kissing almost never stops unless he wants to hear you moan but you normally moan against his chest/shoulder to cover up the noise

not that he minds, in a way that’s hotter for him

stroking your hair and cupping your chin in his hand as he rocks further into you, telling you what an angel you are

it’s a perfect night

Raph

oh the gentle giant 

when things first start heating up and you encourage his hands to wander around your body more, he’s very quick to make sure you’re certain you want to do this

lots of “you can change yer mind anytime” and “yer sure yer wanna do this?”

he needs a little encouragement to warm up

but once he does he is in the zone baby!

undresses you like you are made of glass, like you’re the most fragile thing that’s every existed

and a long, loonnggg makeout session while you’re both in your birthday suits

this guy can really kiss 

hands will begin to wander, mainly to your ass/thighs as that is his fave part of you

but plenty of attention on your nipples too, trying to gauge how gentle/rough you like things 

unlike Leo being gentle with you comes so naturally to him

he’s used to toning down how strong he is when you’re in his arms just so he doesn’t crush you

there’s a shy little “so what do ya’ like?” as he rubs the back of his neck 

you giggle and tell him what gets you going and you being so upfront and honest makes him less shy

oh he knows how to body worship, he’s been dreaming of treating you like royalty since you first met and this is his chance

rubbing, nipping, licking and gently biting at your exposed flesh 

hand cupping the back of your neck in a possessive yet protective way also

big fan of hand stuff, just to really get you in the mood

but he also pulls away a lot just to make sure you’re still enjoying yourself and don’t want him to leave

he gets insecure like that at times

but when the act is actually happening, he’s in the moment entirely. Anxiety? who is she?

he wants you to ride him, he figures that’s best for you

lets you decide how deep you want to take him in and lets you set your own pace

also gives him a chance to rub, slap and cup your ass as much as he wants

he gets you to stop half way through just so he can take your face in his hands, look into your eyes and tell you “You’re perfect” before rolling you over and getting on top

Mikey

overexcited to the max

a “wait! this is really happening?”

then he’s practically squealing before giving himself a little pep talk of “be cool, man. don’t blow this for us”

oh he is so clumsy with it 

leading you to his room while trying to still makeout with you at the same time

you both bumping into every wall and table on the way there 

he picks you up bridal style to “carry you over the threshold” as he puts it

everything is just a light hearted, fun time with Mikey

however he takes your enjoyment and, beyond that, your consent very seriously.

((not that the others don’t, just Mikey is super in tune with this stuff))

he’s very intuitive so if you pull away or your body language doesn’t feel right, he asks about it and stops what he’s doing

last thing on earth he would want to do is make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe

the second he’s given the all clear, though, it’s back to business!

oh the dry humping and groping is to die for

he can’t have his hands in enough places at once 

very touchy feely to the extent it makes you laugh because he just wants you so badly and it’s so clear

after some more heavy petting and the clothes come off he gets between your legs so close that you can feel his breath on your most sensitive area and asks “do you want me to fuck you?”

not that you need to be asked twice, but it makes you falter because of just how hot that is

of course you say yes and then you’re in for the time of your life

he is the king of oral after all

his tongue just knows all the right spots and it’s slopping and intense and just oh so good

whispering sweet nothings against your sex because he’s just having such a good time down there

making sure to tell you how amazing you taste

but that’s just the warm up

the main act, he will of course ask again if this is what you want and then it’s show time babeyy

he wants you on your side with him behind you, arms around you and he lets you put him inside you, just to make sure you’re really ready 

playing with your nipples the entire time he’s fucking you because that’s just what Mikey loves to do

whispering in your ear non stop as well

about how tight you feel, how much he adores you....ect

biting your ear lobe and leaving hickies on your neck

Donnie

oh he’s the most nervous of any of them

not because he doesn’t know what he’s doing, believe me he does, he’s read enough books on it and maybe seen enough videos on the matter if you catch my drift

he could make you cum blindfolded with one hand tied behind his back (in fact, he’d probably like that)

but he wants everything to be perfect, he’s a romantic after all and this is a blessing and a curse

things are getting steamy and he knows it because you’re reaching up under his hoodie and caressing his thighs so he knows that tonight is the night

he’s half prepared which is less that he likes to be

he’ll excuse himself for a second and then come back 5 minutes later and lead you to his room

candles everywhere, slow jazz music playing and his bed is actually made for once

“...I wanted it to be special” he says sheepishly, so of course you throw your arms around him and kiss him deeply

mainly keeps his hands to safe areas until you tell him it’s ok to touch you and then he takes full liberties with it

king of hand stuff I cannot stress this enough

he has strong, perfect hands that know how to hit all the right spots and do not get tired

he can let you go 3 rounds with just his hand while both of you are still mostly clothed 

lots of brushing your hair out of your face and smiling little a dork at you

even lying back at one point and snorting because “oh my god I thought this would never happen!”

he makes it clear that he’s just thrilled to be there with you which makes you feel special 

eventually the clothes come off and he’s surprisingly good at taking the lead 

marking you up a little, even going as far as to leave a trail of love bites in the shape of a heart on your stomach 

he’s such an attentive kisser as well, just matching the pace you set and never too much or too little tongue, always letting you guide how you want it

he wants to to ride him, of course

he wants to just watch you, see your hair get messy as you run your hands through it in pleasure, see how you close your eyes and throw your head back, how you purse your lips together or bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan

hands on your midriff the entire time, helping you set a pace that’s good for both of you

he never takes his eyes off of you, just stares up adoringly the entire time

[novasintheroom]

A Great Idea - Leo x Reader

          It’s a quiet sort of night in New York. Manhattan is still busy and loud, but a certain gold calm falls over the city. The distance from the metropolitan area helps too. The skyline looks beautiful from your little rented shack on Long Island, and even better on the hammock in front of it, swinging side to side with the breeze and Leo’s leg rocking it. The blanket on your laps is both to keep warm, and cover him if a nosy passerby looks a bit too close. But the day’s light is fading above, and he is safer each passing minute as shadows cover the land.

          Murmurs pass between you. Kisses. A calm that is needed – you, after a long day of college and work, and him just before he starts his patrol with his brothers. It isn’t the weekend yet; you’ll both have to wait three more days ‘til you can enjoy each other’s company without a time limit. But this is still nice. The creaking of hammock ropes against tree bark, the chill of almost-November air, a touch of smoky incense that sticks to the crook of his neck – it’s wonderful.

          It’s nice to have his arms around you. To have him near. A year of dating, of shy how-do-I-do-this’s together, of making this strange and unique relationship work. Even as he talks about Mikey’s new obsession of finding a mini El Dorado somewhere in the sewers, and what he thinks the Foot Clan are planning in Brooklyn, you’re amazed that someone like him would even consider looking your way. Someone as strong, and kind, and intelligent as him? You could never hope for better. Eyes like his shouldn’t be that blue.

          A feeling overcomes you – certainty. Want. Courage. His voice rises and falls with his next story, but you don’t hear it. And the question creeps up your throat before you can shove it back down, full of all the butterflies and wide-eyed stares in the morning when you look in the mirror and realize wow, I’m screwed: “Have you ever thought about getting married?”

          It’s quiet that echoes back. And if it wasn’t for the skip in his swinging leg, you’d have thought he didn’t hear you. The crickets chirp, fireflies blink. His thumb rubs circles on the bit of exposed skin on your hip. A hiccup of time makes you clarify, “You and me, I mean,” like it could mean anything else.

          That courage you felt shrivels with each silent second passing. You’re about to apologize, to say it was stupid, that he doesn’t have to answer, when he says, “I think about it a lot more than I should.”

          Well, that’s an interesting answer. A breeze drifts by. You use it as an excuse to press closer, to hide your heating cheeks in his side. “Than you ‘should?’ What does that mean?”

          Leo hums, tapping a finger on your arm. “I…didn’t expect to ever get that far. In my life, I mean. Always felt like something I couldn’t say out loud if I wanted it to come true.”

          You put your chin on his chest, and he smiles at the way your head bobs when you say, “Like a birthday wish?”

           He brushes the hair out of your face, taking out a stray leaf that fell in it at some point. “Something like that. I just remember all the times I’d say I found food growing up, and then have one of my brothers take it and stuff it in his mouth before I could get a bite. Or when Donnie says something’s working and then it blows up in his face. I guess I’m superstitious about good things happening; I already pushed my luck asking you out.”

           “Yeah, and look how that turned out.”

           Lips press against yours for that answer.

           But his breath fans over your face when he pulls away, and his eyes squint, head ducking. “I think about what it would be like seeing you every day instead of waiting for you to visit over the weekend. And it’d be nice to talk with you whenever…Not have to worry about you all the way out here while I’m in Manhattan.”

           “My cooking’s pretty good too. That’s Grade-A wife material if I’ve ever seen it.”

           He smiles, rolling his eyes. “I know, I’m getting a gut from eating it too much!”

           “I don’t think that’s how your biology works, but go off.” A knuckle knocks on his flat plastron. He pulls you closer with a laugh. It always feels so good to make him laugh. You’d love to keep doing it…Chin back on his chest, you search his blue, blue eyes for hesitancy, or excitement. Both are there. “I think you’d make a pretty good husband.”

           His leg twitches, and the hammock swings. “You’d make the best wife.”

           Maybe you could have said more. There was a lot to say. But the radio at Leo’s shoulder cracks to life, and Raph’s fuzzy voice asks, “Hey, you on your way back? I’m ready to knock Mikey out; he got a hold of a bag of marshmallows and is bouncing off the walls.”

           Leo groans. Muttering “how’d he find the stash,” he clicks back, “Yeah, just waiting for the train at Glen Head. You guys wanna meet me in Queens?”

           Donnie chimes in. “We can head over to Brooklyn after; look into that Foot Clan stuff.”

           “Good idea.” His hand rests on your head, playing with your hair. They say goodbye, and he looks at you. A sigh comes and goes. “Guess I better head out.”

           “Mm.” Neither of you move. It feels weird to, after everything. It’s easier to watch one another; take in these last few moments before having to part. There’s a lot to say…so much to say. But there isn’t enough time tonight for that. So, patting his arm, you swing your leg off the hammock. “C’mon, you need to head out before Donnie starts tracking you.”

           He tries to snatch you back – stay, just a little longer – but his sense of duty kicks back in, and he’s up and standing a second later. The katanas leaning on one of the trees are picked up, sheathed back onto his shell, and his hand takes yours to walk the small distance to the forest by the road.

           You’re okay to let it go for now. But then his voice asks, through the dark and fireflies, “So…are we gonna talk about it anymore?”

           His voice is so quiet and shy, you’re taken aback. “Us getting married?” At his nod, you ask, “Why? Do you not want to?”

           “No I…just really like the idea. Do you like it?” He sucks at his teeth. “I mean, you’d have to live in the sewers probably, and I can’t go places with you like other guys. Can we have kids? Do you want kids? Where would we even get married? Are you sure you want to?”

           “Leo,” you laugh, “calm down.” Before the treeline, you stop. He’s tall, but his shoulders are hunched; vulnerable. So many things haven’t gone his way in life. Feelings aren’t his forte, but the hope in his eyes is just overwhelming. This is the side of Leonardo only you get to see – walls down, hoping for good things to come. He could ask for the moon, and you’d figure out some way to give it to him – forget NASA and international laws.

           You’re so screwed.

           “Leo,” it’s a whisper, and he shivers, “If I wasn’t completely sure I love the idea of marrying you, I wouldn’t bring it up.”

           He has to take some breaths. Seems you knocked the wind out of him. A small sound escapes – a trembling kind of growl, a churr – before he catches it and clears his throat. His arm bumps yours when you laugh. “Good. Good, I…” All he can do is nod. Squeeze your hand.

           You go on your tiptoes and steal a kiss. “You need to go. We’ll talk about it. I promise.”

           It’s like he’s shaken awake. He blinks, taking a step for the trees and for the train station miles away. Before he lets go, he turns back with a smile. “We’re still on for Friday?”

           “Yup, I’ll be over around five-thirty.”

           “What about Saturday?”

           “I mean, I was planning on it? That’s what we usually do.”

           “And Sunday?”

           Hands to hips, you laughed, “Leo, I’d tell you if something came up.”

           He smiles, pulling you close. “What about the rest of our lives?”

           Oh. He’s being cheesy. The blush rising in your cheeks is hard to hide. “Oh don’t start that, you’re making it weird.”

           Still, he laughs. A final kiss goodbye, and he’s gone, shooting through the trees to catch the train to Queens. You stay there, watching the shadows before turning inside when a cold wind blows past. It’s quiet in your home, small and lonely now that Leo left. Yet, your heart feels golden, bright. Him, your husband. And you his wife.

           That sounds like a great idea.

[clownistyping]

Hi! Could I saw for headcanon or scenario with tmnt turtles x shy reader ( separately ) s/o who loves physical affection (hand holding, cuddling, being tickled, etc.) but they are so bashful n gets nervous about asking for it? Please. Thank you!

I just wanna be held bro 

LEO

Ah. The serious business boy. Things to do. But affection is a must. It becomes a routine for Leo tbh. 

He's normally awaken by your gentle kisses, then he goes about the day with soft reminders of your love. You know not to bother him during his mediation and training, and leave the affection to other times. 

It's during the sunrise hours that he needs affection, after having to deal with his brothers and their protrols. 

He enjoys the smell of fresh tea and the feelings of your lips on his neck as you sit in his lap. 

RAPH

Even if he admits to hating the affection, he thrives from it. If he gets no attention from you all day he will be mad all day. Just facts. 

So his schedule starts with; affection, breakfast, affection, work out/train, affection, lunch, nap, work out, affection, out on patrol, affection, sleep. 

Very busy boy. 

He adores snuggling during the night, well sunrise tbh but whatever. It's comforting to know that you are safe with him. 

DONNIE

Normally he's just too busy for affection, but while working on the computer he does like it when you sit on his lap. 

Affection is a bit different for him, while he does love the good kiss and hug he prefers your presence. Just being in the same room as he works makes him fulfilled. 

Though after long days, he likes to be held while in bed. The comfort of safety is something he seeks during the late hours when he's alone. 

MIKEY

Literally, he is the personification of affection. You know he's trying to out do you, trying to go over the top. Just blow the roof off. 

Most of the time, he us holding you or you are holding him. No in-between. 

He'll try to skip training and patrol just to be with you, which he gets a couple hours in the hashi for. 

Always saves slices of pizza for you, no exception. And movie nights, well during horror movies he is holding you so tight bc he is not a fan. No siree. 

[sasa-writes-fandom-things]

Love on the menu

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Kotaro Bokuotxf!reader

Summary: Spending the merriest day of the year at work in an old diner seemed like a horrible idea but spending it with your handsome coworker from abroad, might turn out better than expected.

Words: 2.4k+

Warnings: SMUT, a bit fluff, misunderstanding, Exchange Student AU

A/N: My first time writing for Haikyuu and for Bo. Part of this wonderful server collab! <3

Another cheesy Christmas song was blaring out of the shabby jukebox. The old but cozy 24/7 diner lay quiet and deserted on the otherwise busy main street. Usually there was always a lot to do here and the young exchange student with the gray and black hair hardly had time to ponder or mop up.

But today, one evening before Christmas, things were different. To this day, Bokuto did not understand why he had swapped shifts with his colleague. He sighed resignedly as he cleared the last empty cups from one of the tables. Maybe he was just too nice. After all, his colleague had a wife and child and wanted to be at home for the holidays. Bokuto, on the other hand, was alone, his friends and family were in Japan and he was stuck here in the pampa.

A clanking noise from the kitchen startled him and alarmed he went back to look. There on the cold, worn linoleum floor he found you kneeling and cursing under your breath. And while watching you pick up what used to be a glass, he couldn't help thinking that maybe he hadn't drawn such a bad lot after all.

“Be careful not to cut yourself, (Y/N).”

You looked up and shot your colleague an annoyed look. Working only one day before Christmas got on your nerves and in a childlike fit you stuck out your tongue. Bokuto couldn’t help but laugh at your behavior. “Here let me help you.” He offered and knelt down beside you. “Thanks, Bo.” You quickly but away the shards while he swept the floor. He dismissed your thanks with a short wave of his hand. “Anytime, (Y/N).” He beamed at you while his golden orbs sparkled in the bright kitchen light.

You enjoyed working with Bokuto from the moment he started his first shift. He was friendly, always so energetic and a really good guy. Sure sometimes he could go overboard with his enthusiasm for volleyball but you admired him for having such passion. The doorbell chimed and announced the next customer. No time to think about your wonderful and more than handsome co-worker.

“Have a Merry Christmas, sir.” You said your goodbye to the latest customer with a big and honest smile. Lost in thought you looked outside the window, watching the people hurry from one shop to another, getting those famous last minute Christmas presents. You leaned on the counter and looked over to Bokuto who stood next to you.

“How come that you’re not with your family in Japan?”

“Flights are expensive.” He shrugged his shoulders and with a sly smile he added. “And I couldn’t let you work the shift with Donnie, now could I?” You smacked his upper arm playfully.

“I bet Donnie wouldn’t be such an effective support, given the fact that he would be busy admiring you all the time…”

“Stop it! I swear to God I will never tell you anything anymore!”

Bokuto just laughed and crossed his arms before his chest.

“All I am saying is that if you know about his feelings, why not give him a chance?”

You groaned and opened one of the glass domes on the counter. While nibbling on a delicious brownie you thought about his suggestion. Maybe Bokuto was right, maybe poor Donnie deserved a chance. An image of your colleague crossed your mind and a shiver ran down your spine. Nope, Donnie was a real sweetheart but he just wasn’t your type. There was no use in going out with him when you didn’t find him attractive. It would only make him hope and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

Bokuto was still waiting for an answer and his intense but questioning look made your cheeks hot for some reason. “He deserves a chance with a girl who wouldn’t pretend to be interested in him just to spare his feelings.”

Bokuto nodded in agreement. “Very thoughtful of you, (Y/N). Maybe he would have better luck with Nancy.” He contemplated while grabbing himself a blueberry muffin. You giggled lightly. “Yeah, maybe that would work better. Have you noticed that every time Nance sees him he adjusts her hair and pushes her cleavage down a bit?” Bokuto shook his head. “Slipped my mind, I am not paying much attention to Nance anyway.” He admitted and took another bite from his muffin.

Somehow that confession made your heart skip a beat. Everyone paid attention to Nancy. Even you did, Nancy was gorgeous. Full plump lips, big reindeer eyes and an hourglass shape. You on the other hand, well let’s just say that on some days you felt utterly ugly next to her.

Your shift was only half way over when suddenly it started to snow. It was beautiful. The street looked straight out of some Christmas movie with the snow and the lights. But over the next hour the snow fall increased drastically. With a mixed feeling you were trying to get a clear TV signal. “It looks like a real blizzard out there.” Bokuto said with a worried expression. “Seems like we’re gonna be stuck here for at least some more hours.” You gave up on getting a signal and joined Bokuto in front of the huge window.

Worried you hugged yourself in an attempt to gain some comfort. You felt a couple of strong arms hugging you to a large and warm body. Surprised you looked up to the foreigner. “You looked like you needed a hug.” You felt safer almost instantly and subconsciously you leaned into his embrace. “At least the power is still on.” You sighed and watched the snow pile up.

Wind and snow whipped along the now deserted street. The door rattled in the strong draft and the bell hardly gave any rest. “It’s kinda romantic, huh.” Bokuto mumbled above your head. “What? Snowed in with your co-worker?” You mumbled back with a hint of sarcasm.

“More like snowed in with a beautiful girl, who needs a comforting hug from her big, strong co-worker.”

“You’re being totally cheesy now.” You tried to joke but a faint blush dusted your cheeks nevertheless. You couldn’t deny that this young man peeked your interest. With those golden eyes and his cheery personality he easily made his way into your heart.

“I meant it, (Y/N).”

“Pff ya, ya. Sure…”

“I am serious. You are pretty!”

“Pretty needy, you mean.”

“(Y/N)! Stop putting yourself down and look at me!”

Just when you gathered all your courage to look him in the eyes, a strong blow whistled over the diner and all the lights went out on the whole street. Shocked, you blinked in the darkness, trying to make out your surroundings. With a thumping heartbeat you realized that you were still in Bokutos arms. Hurriedly you tried to get out of his strong arms but in an attempt to do so you managed to stumble and pulled him with you when you fell.

“(Y/N), are you ok?” A soothing soft voice asked in the blackness. You were laying flat on your back and Bokuto was hunched over you, trying to put all his weight on his forearms and not bury you underneath him. Although the thought of you trapped underneath him, only held in place by his body-weight made a tingle run down his spine and settled with a simmer of desire in his lower region.

“I am ok, just hit my head.” You breathed with a yelp of pain shot through your brain. “That will leave a bruise for sure.” You noticed that Bokuto made no move to get up. Heat rose to your cheeks and to the throb in your head another throb much lower joined in.

“Ehm, Bo… Could you … move?”

He blinked several times but his brain couldn’t process the request properly. All his thoughts were set on you, how your small body felt under his own, how your sweet breath fanned over his heated cheeks and how you would taste if he just leaned in.

A couple of seconds went by where nothing happened and then everything happened at once.

Under the cover of darkness you let your hands roam over his chest up to his neck where you buried your fingers in his silken roots. Bokuto understood your intention and lowered his face to just stop mere centimeters away from your lips.

A shared heartbeat went by and then his lips were on yours. He kissed you with such eagerness that you wouldn’t have expected from him. Willingly you deepened the kiss when you felt his tongue licking over your bottom lip.

Panting after just one kiss you separated for only a couple of much needed breaths before you pulled him back to you again.

“Is this really happening?” You breathed between kisses. The lights were still out and you could only make out schemes of his face. He sealed your lips with a hot kiss and proceeded to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck. “I stop if you aren’t sure, but I meant what I said earlier.”

He stopped peppering your neck and exposed cleavage with kisses and straightened up, giving you space to think. You nibbled at your swollen lip and your thoughts were running wild in your head.

Bokuto could feel your restraint and as he really cared for you, he wouldn’t push or persuade you into doing something with him. So he did the only logical thing and got up. Still a bit hazy from the steaming make out session you needed a few moments to catch your breath and sort your feelings. And if things weren't even complicated enough the lights sprang back on with an electric zing.

“Perfect timing…” Bokuto remarked dryly and tried to fix his messy hair. You felt like you needed to explain yourself to him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him. By God you wanted him but not like this. Not for a fling. You cared too much about him and your friendship to ruin it in a heat of passion.

“Bokuto, I…” You coughed slightly, making him fixate you with those owl-like eyes. 

“No need to explain, (Y/N). I get it. No hard feelings.”

“Wait, it’s not that I…”

“Really, it’s okay for me. You made yourself pretty clear back there.”

“Bo, wait! I want to explain!”

But he didn’t listen to you and went into the kitchen. You hated that look on his face. His expression switched between longing, lust and pure agony. So you followed him into the kitchen.

“Bo, I really want to explain why I didn’t, you know back there!” You desperately wanted to set things straight. He needed to know that it wasn’t his fault and that he didn’t do anything wrong. Bokuto stood with his back facing you, putting away the clean dishes from the dishwasher.

“Bo, would you look at me please.” No reaction.

“Bokuto please!” He still put away the dishes and paid you no mind.

“Kotaro! Look at me!”

You demanded with a stern voice. Using his first name let him finally halt his actions. “I would rather not face you right now, (Y/N). Please I said you don’t need to explain yourself. Just give me some time, okay?” He pleaded breathlessly. The raw emotion in his voice made you back off a bit. A sigh escaped you and you pressed your lips together.

After a couple of minutes where neither of you moved a muscle, Bokuto couldn’t stand it and turned around to make sure you were gone. But to his surprise you were still standing a couple of feet away from him. Seeing the true reason why he didn’t want to face you, heat pooled between your thighs.

“Bokuto, you…” You trailed off. “Kinda pathetic. Just a couple of kisses make me into this!” He pointed to the bulge in his pants. You licked over your suddenly dry lips and tried to swallow. Vigorously you shook your head. “I don’t think it is pathetic.” You kept moving closer slowly. “I think it’s flattering… for me I mean.” Heat shot to your cheeks.

Standing in front of him you could feel the heat he radiated, making you forget that you wanted to wait or that you wanted to set things straight. Women are only human beings too and right now your primal instincts were taking over.

You placed one hand on his chest and the other one gripped his hard on through his pants.

“We really need to talk after that as I don’t want that to be a one time thing!” You purred while massaging his cock. Bokuto gulped audibly and his hands were tangled in your hair a second later. “That is also in my mind!”

He leaned down and pressed his lips on your pulse point and sucked hard. A moan escaped your open mouth and you threw your head back. You directed him to one of the kitchen counters while his mouth never left your neck.

His hands were opening the blouse, almost ripping off the buttons. You chuckled slightly, he was so eager. But with the burning desire to feel him entirely you didn’t mind his eagerness at all. Bokuto switched your positions and now you were sitting on one counter. His clothed cock pressing against your heated core, making you both moan audibly.

“There is no stopping me now!” Bokuto warned you with dark eyes and ragged breath. “I have no intentions to.” You responded by pulling at his belt and freeing his cock seconds later. “Not anymore!”

You hissed and arched your back when he entered you in one swift motion. The feeling of his hot thick cock buried deep inside you made you shiver and you had to cling to his shoulders for support. His rhythm was fast and hard. He fucked you like a man starved on that cold stainless steel surface.

It ended as heated as it had started, he only lasted a couple of strokes after you had cum around him with strong and trembling contractions. You both bathed in the afterglow, caressing each other and sharing tender kisses.

“That was the best Christmas ever!”

“You are such a dork.”

“And you just had sex with that dork.”

Amused you shook your head. “That was a quickie at best.” His eyes lightened up like the sun itself and his lips turned into a sinister smile. “Then it will be my pleasure to show you real sex with that dork!” You shivered at his promise and pulled him in for another kiss. “I like that idea.”

“Merry Christmas, dork.”

[photolover82]

The Masked Singer Season 4 Episode 2: Group B kicking it off... with a twist!! Guesses and Commentary

Hello my fellow Masked Singer guys and gals! It's that time of the week again (albeit I am a bit late, but let's go with it), time for Ana's Masked Singer recap woohoo! *insert fanfare here* This episode was such an insane one not gonna lie, Group B came in with a bang like wow... let's just get into it because it's a crazy episode in it of itself.

Firstly, I gotta point out the contestants of Group B, which this time were 6 unlike A and C which only have 5 contestants total.. and those 6 are (order from left to right, top row first then bottom row in the image below) Crocedile, Gremlin (the purple fluffy guy), Seahorse, Whatchamacallit (the blue and red hair cousin It thing), Baby Alien, and Serpent.

Alrighty so this elimination is gonna be a bit different than usual because it isn't the norm of what usually happens with these sorts of things (I'll tell you what I mean in a sec)...

So the first contestant unmasked for Group B actually wasn't eliminated (I know what you are thinking... "whaaatttt Anaaaaa that makes no sense")... but actually he unmasked himself (whatttt?! yeah you read that right, he legit was hot and suffocating and he seemed super over it and just took it off by himself... yup, that happened like what mind blown!

Anyways the mask who did this was...

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

THE GREMLIN

Performance: He sang Stand by Me by Ben E. King and honestly it was meh, it was really breathy as if he forgot some of the words, I don’t know if he was overcome with emotion (because he dedicated it to his friend who passed away) or what, I felt kind of bad but I low key feel like he was going to go home regardless, but on the bright side I love the costume and it was a great song choice for his range. He has a very raspy voice... like almost like a smoker’s voice and I can kind of tell that he’s an older man, but I couldn’t recognize the singer. 

So the Gremlin ended up being revealed to be.... 

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

MICKEY ROURKE 

Ugh this upsets me because I don’t know who he is so I really couldn’t guess him correctly. I searched it up and apparently he’s an actor and director and was in Iron Man 2, which I’ve never seen like ever. But yeah, he did good, he looked kinda drunk not gonna lie and I guess he was suffocated and got over it. 

Alright now that that’s out of the way, let’s get to my favorite part, the remaining 5 contestants: 

1. THE SEAHORSE

Performance: I really love Seahorse, she’s one of my favorites of the night and so far in the season in general. Her performance of Rihanna’s Only Girl in the World was amazing and I definitely knew who that voice is...

My guess and I am so sure about this guys is singer, songwriter, American Idol alum... 

TORI KELLY 

Dude like that voice is so recognizable... but also because of the clues: 

Emotion Ocean= she’s super emotional when it comes to songwriting, like she legit said in an interview that she cries a lot

Tea Party= she hosted tea parties with her fans in 2019 (well before all this ofc) 

Rainbow Frog= sang Rainbow Connection with Kermit the Frog 

Judges’ Guesses: 

Jenny: Halsey (say what now? This doesn’t sound like her... is Jenny ok? This episode she’s been messing up with guesses more than Ken... you’ll see what I mean) 

Nicole: Hailee Steinfeld (meh, that’s ok I guess, but not quite) 

Robin: Bebe Rexha (he was onto something when he said country but then he said this, but this is the closest guess of the 3)  

2. THE SERPENT 

Performance: This one is my other favorite of this group. His performance of “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers was absolutely stunning, I got chills! If it is who I think it is, I love him (partially because I think I know who it can be) 

I think the Serpent can be actor of the iconic Broadway sensation Hamilton aka Aaron Burr, Sir:

LESLIE ODOM JR. 

Dude like I feel pretty good about this guess because of the voice and the clues:

Map of the Caribbean= reference to the beginning of Hamilton where Alexander Hamilton is from

Jr. References= he’s a jr. 

Between medicine & music= he played a doctor on Murder on the Orient Express in 2017

Number 31118 (this was from the Sunday before the premiere but still worth noting)= 3 albums, 11 stage productions, 18 years on Broadway OR bible verse Romans 3:11-18 which was written by Paul, a character he played on Rent

Judges’ Guesses:

Jenny: John Legend (See what I’m saying? Jenny, what are you doing man? That is not John Legend, like they don’t sound alike at all) 

Ken: Daveed Diggs (Wow! Ken got it kinda close, I’m proud, that’s an achievement for him we gotta give it to him) 

Nicole: Leslie Odom Jr. (WOOOO!! Yesss Nicole!!) 👏🏼

3. THE CROCODILE 

Performance: I also really liked Crocodile and his performance of It’s My Life by Bon Jovi was great! I feel like I know who this is, and I am pretty familiar (well, more or less) with 90s and early 2000s boybands and this one is someone in that realm I am so sure of it... 

Ok so being more specific, I think it’s boybander from The Backstreet Boys: 

NICK CARTER 

The voice and the clues were a dead giveaway:

The Vegas vibes in the clue package= he performed in Vegas with Backstreet Boys 

Water clues (the water slide and happiest in water)= he was born in Orlando, FL home of the theme parks and FL is also some of the Gators so it would makes sense with the costume

Grew up in Hollywood= moved there when really young

Judges’ Guesses:

Ken: John Hamm (and he’s back, that was a terrible guess)

Nicole: Nick Lachey (so close, but not quite)

Robin: Donnie Wahlberg (um, Jenny agreed, how does she not know that this ain’t your husband?!) 

4. THE WHATCHAMACALLIT

Performance:  His performance of “I Wish” by Skee-Lo was good, not my favorite, but I didn’t hate it. I am kind of feeling that it’s an athlete due to the height and also how he speaks. 

So this guess is an idea I got from the Internet (subject to change because I have no clue about sports players): 

Rashad Jennings?

The only thing I got from the clues was:

Dancing with Stars= he won DWTS 

Clues IDK

Orange Jelly= ?

The clock with the Bear Mask on the 5= ? 

Swinging Keys= ?

Judges’ Guesses:

Nicole= Swiss Beats (meh idk) 

Ken: Damon Lillard (I like this guess, tbh.. I kinda agree with it being a sports player)

Robin: Tyler the Creator (that would be cool but I don’t think so) 

5. THE BABY ALIEN

Performance: His performance of Faith by George Micheals was good too, better than I expected for the costume ngl. I had pretty low expectations but I am pleasantly surprised. He isn’t my favorite by any means and I am also a bit stumped by him especially because of that fake Russian accent, but I am in between 2 people at the moment....

The 2 people I am in between are either Ventriloquist Jeff Dunham or actor 

JASON SEGEL 

It kinda sounds like him and the clues are a bit confusing but there’s one I understand too:

Tony Awards Reference= he’s been on Broadway 

The mask’s a puppet and Segel is a big fan of puppets (He was also in the Muppets movie) 

CLUES IDK 

Space clues= ?

Friends Reference (2nd Gear)= ?

Ferris Beuller references= ?

Judges’ Guesses:

Jenny: Ralph Macchio (meh I guess that’s good) 

Nicole: David Schwimmer (not bad, but idk it doesn’t really sound like it)

Ken: Freddie Prinze Jr. (ya, no) 

Alright so that’s it! I am so sorry for it being late, but better late than never... I’ve been pretty busy so hopefully this weekend I will have tonight’s episode recap up... THANK YOU FOR READING AND I WILL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT ONE *blows kiss* byeeee! 

[johnny-simpson]

Anyone Else but Me (Johnny Simpson x reader fic)

Johnny Simpson was ethereal, an angel on earth. He had a habit of just sitting and letting all the gals flock to him, and that was even before the Donny Nova Band, before he shipped off the fight for Uncle Sam and the red, white, and blue. Before his jeep flipped three times over. Before he could barely remember his name. Before you could even remember what it was like to have your heart broken. Before your world came out from under you. 

You had known Johnny Simpson since middle school, you were paired up in english class by Ms. Francis to discuss the living situation of Laura Ingalls Wilder and her family, and like that, you two had become inseparable. You knew everything there was to know about him, and he knew all the bits and pieces that made up you. The whole school, including the faculty, and even both sets of parents thought you two would get hitched. And, they were right, mostly. 

A little while, in the odd space between the end of high school and the start of college, Johnny had worked up the nerve to finally make a pass at you.  Which you reciprocated.  You started dating soon after, the happiest year of your life. It was filled with moving into an apartment, going to swing clubs, dancing in your kitchen to Glenn Miller records, where now you can’t bear to live, put on the record, or listen to “Don’t Sit Under The Apple Tree.” You can’t bear to listen to any of those, knowing you can’t have your lover 

When you got a telegram saying that Johnny had a semblance of recollection of his crash but nothing else, you thought your heart was going into cardiac arrest. You knew the basics and that was enough for you to cry whenever you think of it. The thought of Johnny being scared as his jeep is flipping uncontrollably makes you want to scream. After you got the telegram, you had decided to get out of his life, not making contact with him. All you knew was that when he got home, he didn’t know his own family, his home, or his, well you and his’ apartment.When you got word that he was coming home, you quickly packed your belongings, adamant that he didn’t need you in his life. 

You now live by yourself in a small house in the same area as your old apartment. The amount of times you’ve debated going to the apartment, using your key to get in, and telling Johnny the whole story. Oh, how swell would it be to be held by Johnny once again or dancing to records in the living room, to be able to fall asleep with his arms around you, to be able to laugh about nothing. 

Instead, you live in a one bedroom house, alone. You no longer fall asleep to someone else’s breathing, but to the wind blowing outside the window. You now do mundane chores around the house in silence, fearing the music on the radio could render you inconsolable.

 Ever since you heard through the grapevine that Johnny was a drummer in a swing band, you tried to make it to every gig. Asking around if you didn't know where they were playing, desperately most of the time, hoping to see glimpses of your old lover. That’s how you became acquainted with Jo and Oliver, owners of two separate clubs. They knew of your past love with Johnny and of your heartbreak, showing their sympathy

You never really did anything at the clubs. Never really dancing with anyone, mostly just sitting at a table sipping daiquiris. Sometimes accepting the drinks of men passing by looking for a shot with you. It never went any farther than small talk. You wouldn't let it. No one could ever replace Johnny.

“Thank you,” Donny said one night after finishing “You Deserve It,” a winning song, “We are the Donny Nova Band.”

The band got off stage, packing up their instruments, and as the club started to file out through the doors, you looked down at your drink, your hand gently rocking your glass to swirl the contents. You were so consumed in your drink you didn't hear someone walk up to you.

“I have seen you at every gig but never dancing or sitting with anyone, why's that,”  a voice asked that made you jump, almost spilling your almost-empty drink. You looked up to see the saxophone player, Jimmy, you think his name is, staring at you, waiting for a response

You shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalant. “Must be a coincidence, I guess.”

He let out a small but sort of genuine chuckle. “That’s what I thought the first three times, but you are always at every gig of ours without fail. Now, that leads into the other question which you've not answered. Why aren't you with a group or someone else. “ he asked, sitting down in the chair across from yours.

You looked away from his intense stare and found your gaze fixated on Johnny. Johnny looked like he was having a casual conversation with Donny and twirling his drumstick. Jimmy caught your gaze and let out a sigh.

“If you come to every gig just to catch the attention of Donny, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you're barking up the wrong tree. He has his eyes on someone else, I'm afraid,’ he said somewhat softly.

You couldn't help but let out a laugh. “No, no, no. I'm not worried about that. It’s Johnny i come to see every gig,” you said, 

“Ah, so you're a fan of Johnny’s,” he said with a sly smile. “I'm more than that,” you trailed off and before you knew it you were sharing your history with Johnny to his bandmate. “He doesn't remember me, but I know that if I come to every gig, I get to be with him, even if for only a bit.”

Jimmy gave you a look of apology mixed with understanding. “I'm not trying to sugarcoat or bullshit my way through trying to comfort you or say that it must be hard. Because, I know it is. I know what it’s like to lose your love. But you have another chance to win Johnny back, it's not all lost.”

And for the second time that night, a voice next to  you spoke, but it was different, because this time you knew the voice. You stilled,  your body frozen in a shock of some sort. It had been almost two years since he had even been physically next to you. Your heart was racing, you were sure you could feel your hands shaking and becoming clammy. Is this actually happening?

“Did you say my name, Jim,’ asked the former love of your life. His hat was perfectly on his head and once again, he's fiddling with his drumstick. Jimmy nodded and gestured to you. 

“My friend,” he paused realizing, he never asked for your name, and you realized that as well so you spoke up.

“(y/n). (y/n) (l/n),” you said, a small part of you hoping that the reiteration of your name will jolt his mind back to remembering you. It didn't, to your utmost disappointment, but you didn’t let it show. It was a silly thing to wish for, honestly.

“Yes, my friend, (Y/n), over here was admiring your drumming ability,” Jimmy said. Johnny’s face lit up at the compliment and turned to look at you. You shifted your body to face him as well, and once you made eye contact, you felt at peace, butterflies, and grief all at once. It was the most overwhelmed you have felt, save for when you had gotten word the latter had his jeep flipped three times. 

“Well, thank you,” his eyes shone with excitement and his cheeks were a slight pink, whether it was from the adrenaline of playing live or from your compliment was anyone’s guess. He held out his hand, which you took, and he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it softly. In spite of yourself, you smiled and blushed profusely. Your fingers were buzzing after the contact and couldn't bring yourself to bring your hand back. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss (Y/n,)” he said gently, “Thank you for coming.”

You nodded at his proclaimed gratitude. looked him in the eyes, and the overwhelming feeling of love and loss was back for the second time that night. You never wanted to leave the feeling if it meant you could stare at him forever. You could feel yourself falling in love all over again and before you could make any mistakes or profess your love, Jimmy cleared his throat, snapping you out of the trance.

“I’m heading out, (y/n), want me to take you home,” he asked, knowing well enough that he had to get you out of the club immediately before you broke down with grief of what used to be. You nodded and pulled your hand out of Johnny’s calloused hand, immediately missing the comfort and warmth of your lost lover’s hand.

“It was nice meeting you, Johnny,” you brought yourself to speak, struggling to get the words out. He tipped his hat and mentioned that he couldn’t wait to see you again with a wide grin that was brighter than the lights on a movie set.

Jimmy took your arm in his own, linking them in a hurry. “Alright, I will see you all on Tuesday,” he spoke loudly, talking to the band and Julia. You gave them all a slight wave and with that, you and Jimmy headed out of the building, leaving Johnny behind with the other members.

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and thats a wrap for chapter one!!!

[djbunnyxd]

Chapter 1:

Secret

⚠️warning⚠️

This fan fiction story story causes

Adult language

Abuse

Injuries

Violence

Drugs

Sexual activity

It was Friday night’s mission. Raph got his twin tonfas, Leo got his ōdachi, Donnie got his tech bo staff, and Mikey got his fundo. And me, Nala Anderson the Chromatica barbie doll made out of glass, leader of the purple tribe got my Daggers, ammo, gun and string rope. Tonight, we were fighting the foot clan. That’s why they needed me. I wore my original outfit that I sometimes usually wear on mission.

“Alright team!” Said Raph. “Listen up! Here’s the plan! Nala and Mikey take the soldiers then, Donnie and Leo takes out the paper ninjas, then I take out the foot faces!” We all went outside and snuck up on to the roof tops. We roof jumped until, we spotted them. Donnie handed out mics, so we can split from each other to our partner. “White Angel.” Said Raph. “You and Mikey spot the targets yet? Over.” Me and him were still looking for the soldiers. “Negative. Over.” I whispered. Then, I looked around then, spotted one. “Mikey.” I whispered. “I spot one of them. Alone. Over.” One of them answered in the mic. “Good.” Said Mikey. “I’ll tell Raph. Over” I loaded up my gun then, then looked into the telescope to seek the rival. I let go of the trigger then, blasted the enemy. The boys heard me taking aim at the villain. Then, I headed to another building, to see if there is more of them. “This is so shitty.” I whispered to myself. Until, I saw another one also hunting for one of the turtles or me. I quickly aimed at the target, but then I saw two more of them. “I found another one but it’s with 2 paper ninjas. Over.” I said in my mic. “Roger that!” Said Mikey. “You take fire at the one of them and take out the rest!” Mikey swooped in to defeat the 2 ninjas. I pressed down my trigger and shoot at the first one. Then, I gave Mikey a thumbs ups and a wink. Mikey checked for anymore. “I think you got all of them.” Mikey said in his mic. “Good.” I said. “Red rover. Where all clear of the soldiers. Now they have to take out the confetti.” Me and my friends giggled. “Raph is about to dig in those villains!” Raph and stuck to the shadows in ninja mode. I roof jumped to another roof top to get a better view of what he was doing. The boys took the bait, while trying to strike but, they saw one more soldier. It was a black one. “Nala.” Said Raph. “I thought you said you took all of them out.” I was confused. I looked down at the street to see what he was talking about. “Oh shit.” I whispered. “I see what Raph means.” I quickly took action of the soldier. I accidentally took shot fire, alarming the rest of the foot clan. “Shit!” I panicked. “Retreat to the base I shot to early! I repeat go back to the base!” The boys were alarmed by the blast them selfs. They didn’t return back to the base. They stood their ground and where prepared to fight. “What are y’all doing?” I yelled. “Get the fuck out of there!” The foot saw them. I threw a bomb that quickly exploded, causing the foot to fall back, knock them all unconscious. The boys looked at me with a very angry look. “Why are you guys angry?” I said angered. “I saved your asses!”

“We could’ve did this ourselves!” Said Raph. I gave him a middle finger to flip him off. I went to my room to shame myself for an hour of how stupid I was. I left my room and headed back to the lair to apologize but, then saw Raph with a half empty bottle of liquor and Donnie with a cigarette in his mouth, getting ready to puff the smoke. When he did it, I was gagging from the smell of the smoke. “We could have done it ourselves!!” Raph yelled. I guess he was drunk from the liquor bottles and alcohol. Leo had white powder on his snout, that was not sugar, but is cocaine. Raph turned to him with a angry, aggressive face. “You little bitch!” Raph scream. Raph threw the bottle at Leo’s forehead, causing to make a gigantic bloody slash across his head. I never thought Raph could be this violent when he’s drunk. “Raph! Stop!” I screamed at him. He pushed me aside and keeper beating Leo. Over and over. Leo couldn’t stop weeping or stop bleeding. His snout was messed up with blood and had glass, cuts, and patches on and in his arms and body parts. I covered my ears as the screams of Leo, kept getting louder and louder. I also closed my eyes, as I saw the blood pouring out from him. Mikey and donnie just walked pasted us and did nothing. When it was all over, I took Leo to the garage and brought the first-aid kit, to clean his bloody cuts and bruises. Leo was shocked and depressed that Raph would be this violent. I was even more shocked. “Why were you even sniffing coke in the first places?” I asked him. Leo’s nose was all stuffy and runny. “Because.” He stuttered. “It helps me forget things that are bad.” I told him “good things can be bad and bad things can be good.” I patched up his cuts and picked out the glass with tweezers. Before I did that, I got a wrench and cleaned off the oil, so he can bite on it, while picking out the glass. Leo cried in so much pain. I rubbed the salty tears off his cheeks and touched his head with mine. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.” I said, as a tear rolled down my cheek. I grabbed the needle and thread. Some of those cuts involved stitches. Splinter walked by and saw Leo injured. He rushed over to him, to ask over about a million questions. “What happened?! When did this happen?! Who made this happen?!” Said splinter. “Raph got drunk over liquor and beaten Leo. It happen downstairs in the kitchen. And Raph made this happen.” I explained to him. Splinter was freaked out. When he left, I stitched the wide splited cuts closed together. I was thinking, that he would find Raph and asking him questions or scream at him. While I was cleaning up Leo, he gotten blood on my shirt, but which I didn’t mind.

I heared dad and Raph yelling at the top of his lungs. “You shouldn’t hurt your brothers like that!” Splinter yelled. “He’s bleeding so much!” Raph was furious. “It’s not my fault Leo was doing coccaine!” He yelled. Splinter was puzzled and shocked at the same time. Back at Leo, I patched him up and then, he looked at me, stroking back my hair to the back of my ear. “Leo, you okay?” I said. “I’m sorry! You’re just so beautiful.” Leo said. I was shocked. I didn’t know if he was complimenting me or in love. I grabbed his hand and put it on his lap. Then, he put his hand on my cheek and I just lost control. Our lips rushed to each other, giving us a kiss. We couldn’t stop. Leo carried me to to his bedroom and put me on his bed, we’re still kissing. He yanked off my shirt and pants. He got below me and moved my pantie’s aside. He licked all my sweet spots of my g-spot. I was filled with relaxation. When he did it I gasped loudly. I never had anyone do that to me before, but I still had my virginity. When he was done, Leo got off the bed and turned me around. He lifted up my leg and pulled down his pants, then entered his you know what into my vagina. My moaning sounded like a bitchy anime character. When he was moving back and forth, I would always take a breath and let out a moan like a shocked anime character. Leo kept going faster and faster. The amount of blood that squeeze out of me was a lot, but like a said “I’m a virgin with my virginity” My vagina was tiny, but he went deeper into me. He was so strong, that I felt the veins from him into me. The way it felt was amazing. By the time he was done, I kneeled onto the floor, to suck on him. I know this sounds nasty, but I really love my friends, so I gave Leo some sloppy head and a deepthroat. Leo plopped on to the bed, while I was still sucking on him. Leo grabbed my head and started to push it deeper into his dick. I started to swallow his leaking sperm. “Nala~” He said with his trembling voice. “Your m-making me c-cum~” I continued to give him sloppy head, as my spit dripped out of my mouth, on to him, to his bed. He finally came in my mouth, seeping down in my throat was delicious. I got on top of him and grabbed his dick, and putted back inside me. It was warm and sticky. I raped myself with it so hard, that I almost made him Cum again, but he actually made me cum on him. It was white just like his cum, but instead of cum, I squirted. Leo giggled if how I squirted on his chest near his mouth. “You taste delicious.~” He teased. He pressed near my clit to make me do it again, so he could taste more of it. I couldn’t resist. I had to let it rip. He tasted it this time. All of it. “What a good girl you are~” He giggled. I came the 3rd time. I was exhausted, but Leo wasn’t finish yet. He stood up and carried me, then grabbed me by thighs. This time, he put his dick in my asshole. I rapped my arms around his neck, while bouncing, up and down on him. He grabbed both my butt cheeks and was making me bounce faster and faster, in each move. He was raping me so hard. I guess we all know who my favorite brother is now. I decided to smooch with my brother. We both tounge kissed, which made saliva drip. “Open your mouth~” He said. I opened my mouth with my tounge sticking out. He spit in my mouth, which looked like a whitish color-ish like. We both plopped on the bed, with Leo, still banging me. He sucked on my nipples of my chest and kissed my neck. “Leo, I’m cumming!” I moaned out. Leo got out his dick and smacked my pussy with it, I squirted again. He bended down and kissed my pussy. I love him so much. Leo was slurping and licking on my vagina, he was also fingering it.

When I felt it, my eyes crossed and faced upwards, while grabbing his bed sheets. I was moaning softly, because I didn’t know my brother could be this way. While he was done, Leo got underneath me and placed his dick in me, with my feet on his knees and him grabbing my sides. He controlled me of how, bouncing my hips in him, up and down in every move. “Oh Leo! You’re so hard! My...My heart feels like it’s going to blow up!~” I moaned loudly. No one could hear us, because Leo’s door was lock, sound proof and covered our little sex secne from the curtains. He took off his bandana and put it on me, making me blindfolded. He kept banging me faster and faster as he can go and was going harder than before. I didn’t know boys could be so freaky. Since he was behind me, he kissed my neck softly and felt my nipples get hard. He giggled and started to go deeper as, he wanted to make my nipples harder. It worked tho, it worked to well. I lost control of myself. I bounced ever so deeply on his cock, while panting heavily. “Good job~” Leo teased. I guessed he really liked my insides. “Goddamn, you’re so deep in there!~” He spitted on his fingers and wiped my anus. Then, he took his dick out my pussy then, entered it in my anus. We had anal sex. He was so big in my other hole, that I nearly squirted again. When he was rubbing his cock inside my ass, I was sweating. I was burning hot. I put my hand on his muscle and my other on his hand, then starting to hold on it. I grabbed his hand then, put it to my lips and kissed him, then made my way down to my neck, trying to make him choke me again. “I guess you like me choking you like this, huh~?” Leo teases. He lifted me up and put my thigh to his mouth. He bit my thigh, which made me go nuts. “I’m cumming~” He announced. It was warm on top of me, then he lied me on top on his plastron, which was soft and warm. I put the blanket on top of us, then I looked at my brother and kissed him. Then...we rest happily.

Chapter:2 coming soon

[2k18leo]

TMNT 2007 talk

Okie dokie since we’ve been on hiatus for a long long time, but I still want to talk turtles, I figured I’d talk about the TMNT 2007 film again. If you’ve been with my account for a while you may know what a huge fan I am of this particular movie (of course I love the other films and may talk about them at a later date, but this one just hits differently for me mainly because it’s what got me into the Ninja Turtles in the first place) 

So, I have already briefly covered my take on the 2007 film as a whole.  Aaaand, @my-sai-and-i _and_i wrote a post that goes in depth about the emotional scarring that the fight had on Leo and Raph. It’s a wonderful post and you should def check it out 👌🏼

I am currently watching the 2007 film (yet again (HA what is my count up to now? Can’t keep track. Lol moving on—)) and once again I am breathless at the climactic fight BATTLE that Leo and Raph have. Every single time I watch it, my love for the franchise grows even more. I think this may be because I’m actually such a fan of the TMNT trope that is the constant butting heads of the two oldest brothers (oof sorry not sorry 🤭). I’m also going to talk mainly about this fight scene because it’s literally the EXACT scene that I started watching when I was first introduced to tmnt. That is already talked about in another post, however 😂

Okaaay, let’s get into this thing. First off, the score for this chase scene is already making you very anxious for some sort of confrontation between the two boys. It gives you chills right off the back. Whenever Nightwatcher accidentally cornered himself I got to thinking what it would have been like if we had seen Leo and his trip out into the city instead of the diner scene with the 12th monster. Like, was he just out looking for Raph and heard police scanners saying there was an issue with the diner? Then he headed over to possibly help, but ran into the vigilante Nightwatcher. I can only assume he was already looking for Raph since Splinter right beforehand advised Leo that he needed to get off his high horse and work things out with Raph. Since April and Casey were in the lair, I’m sure Leo didn’t expect Raph to go back to their apartment. He probably went around to their old hangout places in the city (before Leo was sent to South America) but since he had been gone so long, maybe he figured his brothers didn’t hang out anymore since it wasn’t all four of them. Sure, Casey’s a great friend, but never a replacement for one of the turtles. Leo could have also gone back to the construction site that they had partly demolished with that first monster a couple nights prior. Raph did make a point in saying that they needed to find out who was responsible for the sudden burst of creatures in New York. Don’t get me wrong, learning where the 12th monster was when Raph fought it was important I guess? I mean, it made the stone generals stationed in the area, but still not THAT close to where Raph and Leo ended up (they ran quite a ways. A mile at least.)

Okay, back to the rooftop scene. The setting was beautiful and I just— *chef’s kiss* love it. The rain. The red glow of the Red Eye Club sign. Which, I’m just now thinking about this but if an English teacher was asking you what the red sign symbolized I do believe that that could be some sort of symbol/foreshadow that Raph will be the one who comes out victorious in the upcoming brawl. In case I’m not completely giving that a whole-ass stretch, I looked up the Red Eye Club to see if it was a real place but all I got were a bunch of pictures of marijuana so I’m gonna assume NOPE. It could be a minor detail or it could just be a coincidence 🤷🏽‍♀️ I mean the neon sign did not have to be red specifically. Lol don’t @ me 😂

Anyway, I love the way the rain falls on the metal of Raph’s armor. I can only imagine how much of a BITCH that rain was to animate. 

Leo starting off with the good cop persona is very in touch with his character and I like. He’s still the “talk first, shoot later” wise character we LOVE, while Raph is so much the opposite (which we LOVE JUST AS MUCH (ugh sorry im gushing again)). I like how Raph stayed silent. He didn’t give his identity up. He didn’t try to stop Leo from starting a fight. He WANTED to fight Leo. And this was the perfect opportunity without Leo holding back by being aware of his own brother under the suit. It’s sort of like a Red Hood/Batman type scene. And, it’s hardly audible but, Leo then continues to try and calm down the vigilante by saying “The road you’re on is a dead-end. Believe me, I’ve tried it.” He has no idea who is behind the mask. For all he knows, he’s talking to a complete stranger, yet he is still trying to be the voice of reason. The Nightwatcher could be a deranged murderer for all he knows. He is only aware of what the News has been recently saying. You can tell he doesn’t know everything about this vigilante (which, side note but, this all seems a bit hypocritical if I’m honest. Up until Donnie and Mikey got jobs, all the turtles/Casey/possibly April did was vigilantism. I mean, does Leo think that the Nightwatcher is correlated with the monster sightings? Is that his main reason for being a vigilante to stop a vigilante??) ALSO when Leo said “…believe me, I’ve tried it” is that referencing his time in South America? I know he “got caught up in his own world” and “forgot about everyone else” but does that necessarily correlate with what he’s talking about? Did something really bad happen in South America that we didn’t see? Did he become like Hawkeye (cough* Ronin) in Endgame? 

This also makes me wonder what would have happened if Donnie and Mikey had gone out to help Leo search for Raph. It could have been like a Teen Titans scene where Robin was posing as Red X and the rest of the titans unknowingly fought their ally because he was seemingly just another villain. If things played out that way, I’m not even sure that Raph would have put up much of a fight. He didn’t have any major beef with his younger brothers. The scene would have probably been way less emotional as well. Plus, Leo probs wouldn’t have been captured. 

Whenever Raph first wields his weapons, signifying he’s ready to fight, Leo gives a very small smirk. He wants to fight as much as Raph does. But for different reasons. Raph knows his opponent and is angry with him— furious even. Leo… I think deep down he loves to fight. He knows he’s good at it. He knows he’s going to win. But it’s probably been a long time since he’s actually felt that great adrenaline rush of a fight (yes, I’m aware he was in the fight with the first monster but that’s not a one-on-one duel) Which is why when he says “Trust me when I tell you. You don’t want to do this” he says it in a way that he’s still trying to be the voice of reason… BUT it’s also very much a threat. He’s been wanting a proper fight for a while. There’s a certain thrill I’m sure he gets when he’s faced with someone who is probably an even match for him. Even with the threat he gives, he’s fully aware that his opponent will strike. 

COCKY LEO. 

I’m not going to even try to get into the subject as to why on earth Leo cannot recognize his own brother under the suit because @my-sai-and-i already explained that WAY better. 

I mean, Leo is chuckling as the Nightwatcher does his second swing. It’s funny to him because he still knows he’s going to win this fight. There is no doubt in his mind that he will defeat this amateur clown in a costume. But this is the way, I’m absolutely positive, Leo acted as a teenager to common criminals on the streets.  He’s always known how good he was at fighting, so I can bet money he was cocky growing up. And yeah, it’s way different than how he was fighting the raiders in the beginning of the film. Back in South America he acted all dark and silent, more than likely trying to keep up the persona of the Ghost of the Jungle. If he acted all cocky and obnoxious to the raiders, I’m sure word would get out, which might frighten the villagers even more. Being his sneaky stealthy self, he was less likely to scare the villagers, and probably able to keep up the thought that he was just a peaceful legend (kind of like Katara as the Painted Lady in Avatar (I’m referencing soooo many other things, but it makes sense to me 😂)) So, now that Leo’s back in the place where he grew up, of course, his old cocky tendencies would come back. It’s almost nostalgic for him. 

Another thing. Leo is completely defensive for the majority of this fight. He hardly ever throws an actual blow. He jumps back out of the way when the Nightwatcher swings his chain at him again. Which is a completely smart move. Another reason to note that he KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING. He’s fought for about 20 years (we don’t actually know their ages in this movie (or do we ?) but I would guess around 18-20 ??) so he’s fully aware of the fact that one of the best fighting techniques is letting your opponent tire themselves out so you can then finish them off and become victorious. But Raph’s temper has always led him to go guns blazing. Shoot first, questions later. 

Leo continues to mock the Nightwatcher because he knows he’s going to get a rouse out of him. He spent a good enough time sparring with Raph to figure out how to egg on that temper. A temper that would then make Raph angry and thoughtless, thus becoming rash with his fighting technique. Ultimately becoming careless and in total defeat. Again, don’t get me started on how Leo has NOT recognized his brother yet. Even after Leo has eluded yet another strike from the chains and the Nightwatcher turns around, Leo still gives a CHUCKLE to his face. He’s begging for that temper to be released. He’s ready for a real fight. And Raph’s more than ready to finally kick his big brother’s ass. 

Raph absolutely takes on the offense with a full charge to Leo as he does three heavy swings. Leo eludes all three until coming back with a counter-attack on the third. Leo does a fair job of holding his defense until Raph throws a huge right hook to the side of Leo’s head. I mean, it’s enough to knock him back a few paces and shake it off. This is when his face really goes completely serious. He’s just been caught off guard. There’s something in him that’s telling him to quit the wise-guy act. I mean, it was a simple punch, something I’m sure he is mentally beating himself up for misreading. Yet, he doesn’t charge back. He stands his ground while Raph is still the offender. 

Then Leo tries to continue to coach this dude by telling him how anger is destructive. This is probably something Splinter did as they were growing up. Also, Leo never once unsheathes his weapons on the Nightwatcher (yes, he ultimately does with Raph, but that’s later on. Hold tight, my dude). Even when the Nightwatcher drew out his chains, Leo didn’t react by drawing his own blades. I feel like being able to hold your own during hand-to-hand shows power/strength, while fighting with weapons shows skill. Which is another reason why I think Leo teased him at the beginning of the fight; he didn’t really expect this vigilante to have had any actual training with these weapons. He’s probably just some punk who thinks it’s cool. Another Casey Jones or Purple Dragon that could probably be knocked on his ass in 3 hits max. 

Leo’s uppercut is powerful as hell. He shot Raph like 6 feet in the air. And that can’t be easy. I can’t imagine how much these boys weigh. They’ve got the mass of a typical bodybuilder + the weight of their shell + the weight of their weapons PLUS Raph’s entire armor. That’s heavy as hell. 

Okay. The “Goodnight, Dark Prince” line. I don’t like it. It doesn’t seem to fit. When has this character ever been referred to as the Dark Prince? The only other thing Leo has referred to this vigilante is Nightwatchmen. Though, I get that it would be kinda redundant to say “Goodnight, Nightwatcher.” 

That’s another thing. Leo never meant to kill this dude. Just knock him out to drop him off at the police station later. Leo doesn’t kill. I mean, the very beginning of the film where he had his one-on-one with the raider leader almost implied that he killed him. Because the shot changed as soon as Leo made contact with the guy and all you hear is a loud scream making a flock of birds fly away in fright. If he was dark enough to kill these types of men (because IF he killed him, that probably wasn’t the first guy he had killed) in South America, that’s most likely the “dark path” / “dead-end” that he was referring to earlier. But I guess being back in the city does make him revert back to his old tendencies (but it shouldn’t completely disregard whatever messed up shit he had done in South America. That stuff should still be carried with him). Not even Raph is low enough to kill criminals. In his first scene in the film all Raph does is knock out some burglars and chain them up for the cops to find later on. It makes me wonder what would it have been like if Raph had gone to South America instead of Leo, while Leo stayed in the city. Would Leo have taken on his role of his own Nightwatcher? In the 2012 series, we see him become some sort of vigilante but he’s got Karai and Shinigami with him. It doesn’t seem very in character for Leo to go solo like Raph did. Of course, Leo would still miss the fight, but I’m sure he’d wise up and get a job just like his younger brothers. 

Okay, here we go. Here’s that brother angst we’ve been waiting for. When Leo first realizes who’s actually behind the mask, he’s not angry. He’s not mad. Not even disappointed. He’s really just shocked out of his mind. Complete disbelief. He just walks closer to Raph in hopes to talk to him. Perhaps apologize for fighting him just moments before, that he truly had no idea. But Raph doesn’t even turn to face his brother before doing a powerful back kick to Leo’s chest. Which, of course, takes Leo by surprise. Sure they had had a couple arguments since he’s been back but honestly that’s how Leo remembered things being with Raph. He remembered small quarrels. Nothing serious. They had always butted heads. Even though Splinter warned Leo that Raph had taken Leo’s absence pretty hard, he didn’t really know what that meant until now. He didn’t understand why his brother had so much pent up rage toward him. 

And Raph is throwing all these words at Leo. Calling him out by saying that he believes the world revolves around him. That they couldn’t possibly survive without him. I’m sure these words sting a bit to Leo but that’s not what he’s focused on. He’s starting to register everything. THIS is why Raph has always had an issue with him. THIS is the reason for his younger brother’s constant attitude. And when Raph says that they got along just fine without Leo, for a split second, you can totally see the pain that causes Leo. Like, that shit hurted. But he raises his voice and retaliates by calling him out on his bullshit. He’s telling Raph how immature it is that he’s taken up this new persona (*cough* still a tad hypocritical since he did basically the same thing as Ghost of the Jungle) because it’s causing danger to their family. I mean, at least the villagers were never truly afraid of Ghost, but the citizens of New York are terrified at what the Nightwatcher is and his motives. It’s all they’re talking about on the News lately. Raph has been causing a panic without even realizing it because he’s been too blinded by his own good intentions. 

But Raph doesn’t want to hear it. Leo hasn’t been around. He left. He wasn’t there when the turtles were just sitting by without a leader while criminals still ran amok. I mean, Raph has been angry at the thought “why does Leo get to go?” “What are we supposed to do now?” And with Donnie and Mikey being too passive to stop Raph, there really isn’t anyone around to keep Raph from straying from this road. How can Leo honestly expect things to go back to normal?? How can this big shot waltz back into our lives after he’s missed the last year and a half? And how the hell does he think he’s still the boss of me? 

And now Leo is trying to explain to him that the reason for being gone so long was to better himself for Raph and the boys. It wasn’t up to him to go to South America and be gone for so long. He didn’t ask for it. Just like Raph never asked to be second best. He didn’t want someone to lead him. This is just how things turned out. Neither of them can help what they went through in the past. It’s just a recipe for disaster when one party is trying to be the best they can be for the other party and positively beats themselves up if they let the second party down. Aaand when the second party is completely resentful of the first party because they were chosen for the role the second party wanted. Leo can’t get over the fact that no matter what he does to better himself for Raph, Raph will still disregard it. And Raph can’t get over the thought of the living embodiment of perfection that is his older brother, so he’s angry with himself for not being as perfect and takes it out on Leo. 

And Raph has become his own leader. He’s become a lone-wolf that doesn’t need a leader anymore. He has good intentions (even though they are not being followed through quite right) and Leo is just coming back and messing everything up. Things have changed and Leo needs to realize this. But Raph also needs to take into consideration that Leo is trying to realize this. He’s been trying to reconnect with his brother. But Raph has put up such a strong wall around everyone that he thinks talking isn’t going to help.

Leo telling Raph that he isn’t ready to become his own leader is a tiny bit selfish in my opinion? I mean, I agree, but still. Like Leo sees that Raph never went on a hardcore training period off in some jungle halfway across the world. So, he thinks, how CAN Raph be ready if he hasn’t done that? But that’s the thing. Leo and Raph have their own way of doing things. Leo, in multiple iterations, tries so hard to have his brothers be exactly like him. If he achieves something a certain way, he expects his brothers to reach their achievements by doing it the exact same way. But Raph is fully capable of reaching his achievements his own way (same with Donnie and Mikey). That’s something that Leo has had a difficult time wrapping his head around. 

I also don’t feel like Leo outwardly staying that he’s better than Raph is true to his character. There’s no doubt in my mind that Leo believes that and has thought it on SEVERAL occasions. But with his “gotta be the bigger man” personality, it’s hard to believe he would stoop so low as to actually say it to Raph’s face. 

Now Raph laughs at this. And I feel like most of it is a fake laugh, but there’s still a part of it that’s real because he’s finally ready to show Leo that he’s better than him. This is the real fight that RAPH has been waiting for. The perfect match. The leader and the lone wolf. The Ghost of the Jungle and the Nightwatcher. Leo and Raph. 

Leo still tries to have him call off this fight. He’s confident in himself that he will win. Both parties are, in fact. They’ve both developed such different fighting styles since the time they’ve sparred together, that they’re basically strangers to each other now. They both know this isn’t going to end well. That things will be different after the dust (rain?) settles. Leo has a negative outlook on it. He doesn’t think that Raph will ever be happy towards him again. If anything, Raph will probably shun him. This defeat could push Raph over the edge. This could make Raph leave for real. He doesn’t want that. It pains him that he has to fight his little brother. But Raph? Raph has a positive outlook. He believes that after he defeats Leo, Leo will then see Raph’s true potential. He’ll be recognized as the best, no longer second-best. He finally gets to prove to Leo that things are different. 

Leo visibly sighs and shakes his head knowing there’s no getting out of this fight. His stubborn little brother won’t back down. It wouldn’t be honorable for Leo to stand down and admit defeat. It also wouldn’t be honorable to disgrace Raph by completely disregarding that he’s his brother and just going for the kill. He’s at a complete crossroads here. So, ultimately, he draws his swords. 

The shot of the two boys staring at each other from across the roof — I want that as a poster !! It’s so gorgeous. I’m just noticing this now but it’s split JUST down the middle in terms of color. It gives a very yin and yang type picture. Leo is on the side where the red neon sign is glowing bright, thus making him glow a faint red color. Raph, on the opposite end, is on the side where the shine of the moon is hitting down, making his armor almost glow a pale blue. Ugh so much symbolism I may cry.  Right off the bat you can tell the differences in the two boys. Raph has been in his ready-stance for a while. He’s been waiting for this. Leo stands tall with blades in hand but not in an attack stance. There’s still that sliver of hope that Raph will back down. It’s still early enough to put this behind them, but that window is fading fast. As the rain beats down around them, Leo realizes that the window is closed. Nothing will stop this fight. It’s happening. There is no going back. 

Per the theme this rainy evening, Raph is the first one to charge. He runs like the brute he has become, fists clenched around his sai so he’s ready to stab or punch. Leo charges in a very graceful samurai run. Also the music. The thundering drums that beat so deep and so fast. It’s such a powerful scene. 

The shot of the tip of Leo’s blade grazing the water on the roof is STUNNING. Honestly, who thinks of these details because I hope they got a RAISE back in 2007 😂 it’s beautiful 

I also love how they both jumped toward each other as their first move. This shows that they are now both on the offense. Something snapped inside Leo to make him change up his tactics a bit. Almost to throw off Raph, who has never been the best at a defensive position. His strong suit is in the offense. 

Still the differences between their fighting styles after the jump. Leo did a beautiful forward shoulder roll, which is a proper technique of coming out of a forward jump. It keeps your momentum going into your next attack. Raph landed on his feet which, may not be ideal, but gave him a split-second advantage to be on the offense for the next attack. Leo then had to block with his sword. This fight goes FAST. I’m watching it so carefully and I’m sure there are things that I’m missing. I love how Leo does a roll over Raph’s shell, and up until now I figured he had made contact with his shell, but he actually didn’t because just as Leo started his roll, Raph ducked forward out of the way. Then Raph does a couple kicks towards Leo’s head, which cause water to sprinkle EVERYWHERE and it’s gorgeous. Raph is just going ham and not letting up on Leo as he’s still going for those strikes. (Lol I took a stage combat course over the summer so I know a little bit of the lingo (but good god I am no expert so please call me out if you know I’m using improper terms)) Watching this scene makes me want to do a move chart with a list of moves they are doing and in the order they’re doing it haha. Finally, Leo is able to squeeze in two strikes towards Raph, both of which he ducks and then blocks. 

The camera angles are wonderful. Have I talked about that yet? I mean the shot of the two of them squaring off. The little shot of the two of them fighting between the E and the D in the neon sign. And even the upcoming shot from below when they’ve got their weapons locked together. So beautiful. 

This scene also really shows the details of the Nightwatcher suit. 

And when Leo is able to do an X cross block with his swords at the downward blow Raph is throwing with his sai, and the camera angles are just moving with the characters. UGH. Here you can see that Leo really is mad. The fury of the fight is showing through his eyes as he watches his brother with a predator-like stare. *frantically looks up synonyms for furious* and boy oh boy, Raph is just seething as he twirls his blades. This small segment of them circling each other (sort of like a Spaghetti western style) is a fighting trope that I really dig. Sais are actually a lot larger than I gave them credit for. Those sharp boys are HUGE. 

The way they have their teeth bared as they circle each other reminds me so much of two very dominate male animals fighting. Like two lions fighting for the pride. When Leo finally comes to a stop his eyebrows furrow just a tad bit more, almost impatiently waiting for Raph to make another offending move. Or possibly giving thought as if the fight was coming to its end. And Raph’s pupils are crazy dilated as he charges yet again. It’s like a sickness that has infested his mind, this constant need to one-up his older brother. It’s making him crazy. And the heaviness of that armor is making Raph charge like a rhino or something. And the shot of Leo tightening his grip on his blade gives the implication that there may have been a split second where he believed Raph was ready to be done with the fight. 

Their eye contact hardly ever breaks during this scene. Raph is wanting to see that split second of worry in his brother’s eyes. He’s wanting to see that hesitation. 

Now Leo charges and he has taken full offense. He strikes at Raph many times, closing him into the wall under one of the two signs. He throws seven blows before doing a jumping spin kick to Raph’s abdomen. You can tell that blow sent Raph back a ways, maybe even farther if that wall wasn’t there to stop him. He probably has some form of whiplash. And even as he’s starting to lock eyes with his opponent again, Leo’s sword comes RIGHT BY HIS NECK. Leo literally got so close to making a fatal would for Raph. And no, Leo had no intention of killing Raph. He was probably aiming to give Raph a nasty slash on his cheek. Just a warning. Something that would remind Raph to stay in his place. 

Now here it is. The locking of their weapons. The climax of the fight. Raph is enraged and is gritting his teeth so hard that he’s shaking. In the shot from below, you can see the absolute force that they are using to one-up the strength of the other as their muscles are just quivering. And Raph tries to make himself become larger to push Leo back. Leo gives a quick glance down to his weapon in fear that the thin blade will give out. Swords aren’t meant to withstand this kind of pressure. 

And when they do break. b o i. The shock and pain that sweeps through Leo is heartbreaking. He just lost. Even before Raph throws the final blow. Leo’s swords are finished, just as he is. His swords. The weapons he’s most likely had since he became leader all those years ago. A literal extension of his body. Taken away from him in an unforgivable instant. And right as Leo is taking a glance back up to Raph, Raph is already coming up to powerfully kick him straight through the jaw. Through his kick, Raph is still in his jump twirling around to deliver the fatal blow to his brother’s head. The spear of his sai is centimeters away from Leo’s head as he falls back and hits the concrete behind him. As soon as his eyes open after being knocked back, he registers how close that blade was to piercing his skull. He’s been around long enough to recognize a deadly shot. You can tell his mind is racing in that fraction of a second as he sees the blade and looks back up to Raph to question why on earth he would throw such a potentially devastating blow. And just like that, Raph standing above with Leo pinned to the ground, he has won. He has defeated Leo. Even still, you can see their expressions change numerous times as they process what has just happened. Raph still bares his teeth in anger/triumph. He’s finally showing Leo what he thinks of his “place”. Finally showing him that he is a worthy opponent to Leo. 

Again, Leo is in shock. All he’s thinking is “why” and “what” and many other synonyms for said terms. You can see his eyes flit between Raph’s own as he continuously tries to read what his brother is thinking. Then his brows furrow once more as it finally sinks in. Raph hated Leo for so long. Up until the point where he came close enough to kill him. It didn’t matter how much Leo trained to be better for Raph. Raph still hated him. Every fiber of his being. He’s confused and frightened still as to why. Just because they fought doesn’t mean there was any resolution. Leo is still left in the dark as to WHY his brother actually despises him. 

Raph, still seething, is beginning to shake all the way up to his face. Then it hits him. What he’s done. His pupils widen as his eyebrows slowly shift up. That’s Leo. That’s his older brother. That’s his family. That’s who he’s got pinned down. Who he nearly sent a sharp blade through the skull. Who he nearly murdered. Leo is still staring up at him, I’m sure wondering how someone could be filled with so much hate. Maybe for a split second, if the Ghost of the Jungle actually did kill those raiders in South America, Leo saw himself in Raph. Perhaps that scared him. This could have been the path Leo was headed down if it wasn’t for April coming and pleading for Leo to return home. No one was able to help Raph. No one tried to stop him from going too far down this path. Was it because he had been absent? Was this all because he left? This is what Raph really thinks of Leo, huh? 

I love how no words are spoken here, yet again. It’s brilliant what can be said without any actual words. There’s so much emotion between the boys after what just happened. 

And here’s Raph again. Still processing. He tries to shake it away as if it’s just a bad thought or a nightmare. He’s in disbelief of his own actions. He then starts to shy away from Leo as if in apology but honestly what’s to be said after that that will make everything better? He also looks a little to the right of Leo, but we don’t get to see what he’s looking at. Up until this point, I’ve always just figured he was just looking away in thought, not on anything in particular. But now, I feel like he could possibly be looking at the rain falling on the concrete roof as if to help him figure out that this is reality. That he’s actually here in this moment. And so is Leo. OR, he could be looking at Leo’s broken swords, which is also bringing him back to reality. He destroyed a part of his brother. He could have done so much more destruction. He gets up ever so gently as if Leo is a paper doll that will break under his weight or a sudden shift of movement. 

Leo still clutching onto his sword handles is probably subconscious instinct, like when something suddenly scares you and your muscles clench up and you hold tighter onto whatever. And here you can see that he’s actually showing that he’s in pain. His adrenaline is wearing off so the blows from just moments before are actually beginning to enflame his body. I’m sure there’s a part of him that’s scared of Raph now. Like there’s no more teasing or mocking. If he were to try it again, I’m sure he believes things could spiral out of control again. Something neither of them wanted anytime soon. His face is a little hard to read when he stands up, but mostly because he’s in pain and is showing that in his gestures and expression. Knowing Leo, he’s probably mentally asking so many questions. I’m sure he wants to talk. I’m sure he wants Raph to talk. But what on earth are either of them to say? 

They’re exhausted from the fight. Leo is visibly heaving his body. Raph is still stunned as ever as his eyes are fixed on his brother who is SOMEHOW ALIVE ?? He shakes his head slightly as the thought creeps through his mind again. As the more devastating idea enters. He doesn’t even want to consider what the aftermath would have been like. What if it actually happened. What if Leo wasn’t standing right in front of him? What if he was still on the concrete ground, covered in rain pellets, immovable. Just… still. With a single sai protruding from his head. No. He messed up. How could things ever be the same again? How could he move on from this? How could he go home and face his family? His brothers? Splinter? He feels like such a little kid. A scared child who’s worried about the consequences of his actions. He would be disowned. He would be shunned. He would be hated. What was he to do? He glances down at his weapons, still in hand, and gives a tiny gasp. These were almost murder weapons. Of his own brother’s death. So, he runs. Any specific destination, probably not. He just needed to be away from Leo. He has no idea if he’ll ever see him again. Or his family. He just messed up way too horribly. How would anyone be able to forgive him? How could Leo even be facing him?

As he turns away to disappear into the night, Leo inaudibly tries to call him back. Even after all that, Leo’s still trying to reach out to him. He doesn’t want Raph to leave. This is something they NEED to discuss. He’s not mad or angry at his brother. He’s confused. He could see it in Raph’s eyes that Raph was guilty about what he almost did. I’m sure he doesn’t audibly call out to Raph because he’s partially too exhausted to do so. Plus, I’m sure there’s still a bit of fear right on the surface. 

As Raph runs, he is most definitely ugly crying. But we can’t see that because of the pouring rain :’D so. And then Leo gets captured and yadayada. Wow. I think I may be FINALLY done talking about this 😂 I’m exhausted. If you read this much I’m honestly super proud of you and I appreciate you haha you’re amazing. If you have anything you want to talk about concerning the ninja turtles (preferably the 2007 film because it’s fresh on my mind, but I’m also down to talk about the other movies or the tv shows) don’t even hesitate to ask. I love talking about the turtles. We can debate certain topics, gush about OTPs, talk about issues we had with certain things. I love all that. 

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A/N: nyeh. and so it begins. i'm doing this in a series 'cause i've seen a few other people do it like that and well, i wanna experiment with new formats. sorry it took so long btw. i’ll be buckling down on the prompts that were sent in- enjoy!

- ho boy is there a lot of sass to go around when you two are together.

- you complain about things to each other that you wouldn't with other people. especially if it's about those other people.

- he really doesn't get emotions all that well- they weren't programmed into him right, so he's great at the language of sarcasm and composed comments. you honestly can't tell when he's not serious sometimes.

- it's great when something unpredictable to him happens though, then you get to watch how his brain starts running around in that big noggin of his, trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

- cold, hard science was his anchor, with the exception of metaphysics, so when stuff like that teleporting mutant they found pops up, he's bewildered and thrown off but crikey is he excited. ten times as much as when mikey gets new paint.

- it's pretty funny to you, but don get laughs out of you any time.

- he makes hella good blunt jokes and they always get you going because you share that same kind of dry humor.

- he doesn't really like touch so much and it took you a while to adjust to the preference since you're kind of a touchy person. (hence why you go to the other brothers when you're in a cuddly mood)

- he does sometimes seek out a hug, or want to just lean over your shoulder while you're doing something and pull you closer until your backed up into his chest. he also likes to gently talk when he gets like that, voice all low and pebbly.

- a big shift from his crackly, puberty one. 

- he also corrects people a lot offhandedly. you got used to it though. just like you got used to how he gets very in the zone about stuff, and you notice when he does while you're talking and start saying weird shit to get him to focus again.

("And oh, by the way, turtle soup? I’m a big fan.”

"Mm hm- wait, what did you just say?" (well, maybe that’s more morbid than weird)

- when he isn't so impassive and really, genuinely smiles or laughs, you like to coo and prod at him.

- you make fun of each other, a lot actually. you're banter kings, and practically unstoppable when you fire pokes at his brothers. they are no match for you two.

- like mikey, you’re usually an extra hand during a project and he's taught you a ton in the realm of science and tech. it’s a good thing you soak up stuff like a sponge when it’s within your interest. 

- like how to hot wire a car or just be able to know your wires and never cross them incorrectly. it took a hefty amount of trial and electricity burns to figure out your way around machine guts. and a couple fires. but he's never kicked you to the curb and called you unteachable. 

- you're always welcome in his lab and to assist with experiments so long as he's taught you whatever it is you're trying to do thrice.

- it's great because you’re not as terrified of explosions - or maybe just shrapnel - as his brothers are, and you’re a good thinker so you make a great assistant (or co-mind. you’re still brainstorming better names)

- lots of hands/robo arm gestures. you actually get into the habit of doing them too and leo points it out with some light jabs about how you're starting to get stuck in that lab all day too.

- like April, you like to hitch a ride on him but not as much as Raph. then again, everybody feels the same about that to be honest.

- you tend to borrow his tools in case you have something you need to fix at home, but sometimes you over estimate yourself so you call your good ole handy man turtle and he either talks you through the repair, or jets over to help if it’s something you’re really unfamiliar with and unsure of. (you may or may not have nearly blown your fridge sky high)

- you guys are like grease monkeys when it comes to the turtle tank.

- don't get yourself started on the stealth cycles- you loves those puppies so much. (you’re a real motorhead and was always excited to drive something for the first time)

- don’s taught you a lot on the care of both the tank and cycles, but he won't let you drive a cycle without him on the back. and without you wearing an assortment of sports pads and a helmet he modified. (he’s actually designing smart armor for you if you ever get caught in a battle. april shot him down when he offered to make her some for no good reason in your opinion, like free smart armor bro. who’d say no to that?) 

- humans aren't as sturdy as turtles.

- you could say the same for him and his soft shell when the all the battle buff is off.

- you really do appreciate his ways of showing he cares though. it's sweet and quietly tactful.

- oh, you guys are huge sugar junkies. he eats sweets and drinks high in sugar or caffeine stuff all the time when he's binging work or skipping sleep. if you can't get him to bed, then you'll compromise by joining in on the sugar rush so you'll be able to get him to there when he crashes.

- which takes forever, mind you. you're usually the first one to zonk out on the pile of bean bags you helped him gather and nest in a corner of the lab.

- but he joins you at some point. the geometric edges of his battle shell jolts you awake and lets you see that.

- you honestly do a lot of the self care don doesn't do for himself. you remind him to eat often when he's got a project going- you bring him his favorite sandwich from subways, a tall coffee, or mikey's cooking (which is usually heavy udon whenever he knows don is at work so he can get hearty meals).

- you really just make sure he’s alive, and kind of healthy. (”Oi, stay hydrated.” you toss Donnie a bottle of water that one of his shell’s spidery arms catch instantly. He mumbles something like a thanks, still much too busy to watch you set yourself up on the beanbags with your laptop)

- he properly thanks you in subtle ways, like the odd gift.

- victim example being a custom made roomba. (his names connor btw, and you adore him and how much he helps keep the apartment clean since you and your uncle are horrible at upkeep. even when you get strings of messages about him being stuck in precarious situations that aren't even)

- sometimes don knows he can say things that sound too harsh and he can't always tell when they've gone that far, so he makes sure you're not upset about it later by surprisingly asking outright if it’s really bothering him.

- he really is a softie under some layers, or at least he doesn't want to be on anyone's bad side. then again, you're not sure he cares all that much about the latter.

- you still act like dicks to each other sometimes, not that you’ll ever really mean anything.

- and if you do say something with some bite to it, you know how to grow some balls and apologize. (you do a lot of that when you’re one of the reasons he cracks. sometimes he even needs some tlc if he’s really messed up over whatever made him blow a gasket)

- after all, don liked to think he was the mature one out of the group.

- so you let him keep thinking that.

- you have indeed asked about his eyebrows. he just never acknowledges you once you bring them up.

- and he’s as melodramatic as leo sometimes, and god it annoys you when you’re not in the mood. so does having to kiss up to him when he’s moody.

- you don’t try so much anymore, but you do get him his favorite snacks when you’re feeling merciful.

- well, actually, you’re really just a doormat for the people you love. you couldn’t stay mad at any one of the turtles for an hour on average, or less. long lasting grudges toward friends just weren't in your nature.

- you understanding don and being able to sit through his little rambles about his newest creation or a theory, or anything else in that regard makes him so very happy.

- he’s gotten a cut to the chase comment way to many times before and you are amazing for listening. (a true talent that is, being an ace listener.)

- to you, he's just really interesting to listen to. and he doesn’t mind when you ramble either. 

- but you do realize how odd it is that you know someone who’s motto is; the blast radius should be about here. but i’ve been wrong before, or, your other top favorite, it shouldn’t blow up. much.

- jeez, don is such a dweeb.

bonus:

"You're ambidextrous?"

Donnie blinks at you, "Yeah, what of it? All geniuses are."

You scoff and shake you're head, returning to your book, "You're getting more full of yourself by the day, nerd boy."

"Oh, why thank you for noticing~"

bonus bonus because the ideas won't stop:

- don wearing a leather jacket makes you feel questionable. like really tight in the throat questionable.

- so does the suave way he's wiggling his eyebrows when he catches you staring- nope. nevermind. your dork friend is back.

"Loser."

"Dick."

[written-in-sunshine]

The Party’s Crashing Us 01/02 - Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff - SFW

Title: The Party’s Crashing Us Author: Donnie Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Setting: Stark Tower (Another new one) Pairing: Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Implied Natasha Romanov/Wanda Maximoff Characters: Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Thor Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance Rating: M Chapters: 1/2 Word Count: 2018 Type of Work: Two-Shot Status: Incomplete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, AU - Canon Divergent, Fix-It Fic, Post-Age Of Ultron, Pietro’s Alive, Angst, Emotions, Sex in second chapter, Past Abuse, Past Trauma, Canon Disabled Character, Canon Deaf Character, More To Come Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Clint had been living in a fog since that day in Sokovia. Natasha (and Tony) had just what he needed to clear up his mind. AN: So… I keep writing these two. Between angst and smut I just really need both, evidently, because it’s going to be sad, and then happy, and then maybe sad again. Who knows. xD At any rate, I’ll be working on this between chapters of Predating Predators, which is sort of how it started. I was going to focus on this fic, and then the idea kind of hit for the other fic and it ended up happening before this one was even finished. So, evidently, I just need to keep working on both of them. I'm going to get onto Predating Predators part two next, so don't worry. I hope you guys are as excited for these as I am! Chapter two will be purely NSFW, but this one is fine. Angsty, mostly, but not NSFW. Here we go!

MCU Fic Masterlist Chapter One: Pleasant Surprises ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Clint Barton had always been a fan of Tony Stark. 

Sure, they argued fairly often, and they really didn’t get along unless everyone else was present and there were booze and food and music playing quietly in the background… Okay, so Clint Barton had always been a fan of Tony Stark’s parties, and that couldn’t have been closer to the truth when Natasha strong-armed him out of bed for that evening’s celebrating. Whatever Tony was reveling, Clint had had no desire to have a part in it, but his old friend knew him well enough. She knew what he needed and assured him that this would be better than moping in his room sober before going home to Laura. He hadn’t been the same, not since they returned from Sokovia, and she seemed to be the only one with a full grasp of why. Steve chalked it up to losing someone he wanted to mentor, someone he had only just started to see as a friend. Tony stated that Clint had always been quiet unless he was getting drunk, so it was obvious that he just needed some booze in him. Thor and Wanda had kept their ideas mostly quiet, even if it seemed Thor could still chat off someone’s ear about it. His biggest priority was that neither Clint nor Wanda heard it.  Speaking of, he hadn’t heard much about Wanda, not in a week or so. He figured he was the last person she wanted to see; hell, he was the last person he wanted to see, which was why he’d gotten awfully scruffy since their return.  The party warranted a shave, apparently, if Natasha’s cherry lips curved in a smirk around the words, ‘I think you’ll want to look your best tonight.’ told him anything. At least he was present enough in some part of his mind that he didn’t have to walk out with bath tissue stuck to his face to cover anywhere that he’d messed up. A simple, black V-neck t-shirt clung to his torso, something Nat had left out for him on his bed, and a pair of jeans that were baggy in the places that mattered and tight in the ones that mattered more polished off his look.  Silent as ever, he entered the party not long after Natasha graced everyone with her presence. She kissed cheeks and hands alike, and Clint took a vague note that it seemed she was awfully close to Wanda. It seemed only natural; birds of a feather flocked together, after all. Of course, Natasha and Wanda would be friends. Before he found himself questioning anything further, he turned his entire body away and headed for the bar. Tonight was already going to push him into a bottle, apparently, because the second he got his hands on a beer, he was whisked away by Thor. “--I said ‘No, I don’t. I think--” “Thor--” Clint couldn’t have gotten his attention if he wanted to, not at this rate. He was going on and on so fast that he hardly wanted to pay attention. Fast wasn’t what he needed right now. When the barrage of words didn’t seem to stop, he simply plucked his hearing aids from his ears. The action went unnoticed, and he was thankful for that, simply nodding along whenever Thor looked to him. He offered a soft snort of a laugh every so often when it looked like the blond was incredibly excited, hoping that it was right but not exactly caring. Thor was good-natured enough, he wouldn’t be too hurt if he knew why Clint had wanted to spend his night alone. Footsteps vibrated behind him and he felt a familiar, delicate hand on his shoulder. It took just a second before she slid in front of him, tapping her ear for a second. Turning slightly away from Thor, who had already found someone else to jabber at, he pushed the aids back in and closed his eyes, mouth turning up at one corner and then the other as he readjusted to the sounds around him. Waiting patiently, Nat watched the grumpy look return to his face before he swallowed down the rest of the beer he’d apparently been chugging.  “Yeah?” He finally asked, when her waiting was starting to toy with his buzz. Usually, if she had something to say, she’d say it. Tonight, apparently, he was going to have to guess. “Got a surprise for you, Barton.” She teasingly punched his shoulder and he rose a brow at her instead. “You need to come see, though. I know Steve’s going to want to see you, uh… With your gift.” Confusion was written in the draw of his brow as he stepped forward, following her along like a mindless man with nothing better to do. Maybe that’s what he'd been for the last two weeks.  “You haven’t been yourself for over a month.” She informed, turning to look at him over her shoulder while they walked. Shock fluttered his eyelids and he glanced around to attempt to find the date. It didn’t quite work, but he didn’t exactly have it in him to ask JARVIS right now. In fact, he kind of wished he had another beer.  They rounded a corner and Wanda passed them, holding out a spare beer, the kind Clint liked. He took it with another crease in his brow and a soft grunt of acknowledgment, and she gave him a private, knowing smile. Coming from someone who had once been intent on getting in his head, he had to wonder just what she knew. If she knew anything at all. And if she did… Why was she smiling? Was it some sick enjoyment out of watching his own misery at the same loss she suffered? “Clint.” Natasha whistled and his head jerked to her, a soft, almost apologetic smile on her face, “Almost. Come on. I’m sure you aren’t the only one confused.”  This was a setup. He’d been the reason another teammate died and Nick Fury was trying to punish him if the Widow was giving him that look. Another corner, a set of stairs up to the terrace, and Clint was positive he was going to die. It only perpetuated the thought when the reason he’d climbed the stairs turned to look at him and it felt like a physical blow to the chest. In that same accent, maybe more tired than cocky, Pietro let a lazy smile work over his lips as he spoke. “What? Didn’t see this coming?”  As it turned out, it was Pietro who didn’t see something coming. And, maybe, everyone else in the room. Clint stalked across the floor and lifted the white-haired male from the couch. For a second, Wanda’s hands shimmered red but Natasha held up a hand to get her to wait. Wanda didn’t dare touch his mind, but Pietro’s faltering smile had her ready to chance it. When Clint all but yanked him into a tight embrace and made a choked sound, she lost her breath almost the same time that her brother did.  Pietro let out a shaky breath when he realized that, while he wasn’t entirely immobile, he was being clutched in a good way, and wrapped his arms around the other’s back, just under his armpits. With flat palms pressed to Clint’s shoulder blades, he gasped a little as the elder pressed his nose to his neck and inhaled deeply. All that it took was two words to topple Clint into a shaking, sobbing mess.  “You’re alive.”  At least his dear friend had the foresight to shoo everyone from the room and keep an eye on Tony in order to give them some semblance of privacy.  “I… I am.” When was the last time someone other than his sister had hugged him? He couldn’t remember a touch that didn’t leave him aching that was from someone else. Clint certainly had him reeling as he staggered a little closer to finish squeezing all the air out from between them.  “You’re alive.” Clint repeated, unashamed of the level of brokenness in his voice. His lips grazed the younger male’s forehead and the crown of his hair, and Pietro stilled entirely for a moment, holding his breath. He waited for a hundred things to happen and nothing really did, instead, he was oddly safe, oddly warm and his cheeks burned something awful. Above him, muttered words sounded almost like a prayer, and he didn’t bother asking what they meant. For the first time in a long time, someone other than Wanda was touching him, holding him, and he felt exhilarated.  Pietro Maximoff had never believed in soul mates, never once thought he would find anything that made him feel like he was the only person in the world for someone, but here he was, resting his head against Clint’s shoulder. He hummed absently to the beat of the song playing softly downstairs, and neither of them really knew who began it, but they began to rock together, slowly. It didn’t take long at all before Pietro’s eyes had drooped so low he figured it was better just to close them. Another beat passed and Clint’s lips parted, words dancing from his lips that made the speedster’s pulse jump in his chest. You keep your distance with a system of touch And gentle persuasion I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much? Pietro could tell his cheeks were warm, and he nestled his face into the joint of Clint’s neck and shoulder. It felt too good to be held, to have those soft words sang so gently into his hair, and it was drawing him into a safe headspace. Without thinking, he leaned up suddenly and took in the other’s steely eyes with those shockingly blue ones. Smiling sweetly, disarmingly, he leaned in to press his lips to the elder’s, working the softest, glossiest mouth against Clint’s rough lips.  At first, the elder man was still and stiff, staring down at the other before finally letting his eyes slide closed. Hands slipping down to Pietro’s hips, following an unconscious suggestion from those too-quick hands, he leaned into him, bringing the other in close. Breath mingling as their foreheads pressed together, Pietro’s eyelids fluttered as he looked into Clint’s eyes. For a moment he held his breath, as if afraid that this would disappear if he let loose a harsh breath. It didn’t stop Clint from the ragged panting, his dark eyes searching the other’s emotionless face. Pietro was good at hiding himself if he truly needed to, and he must have felt an odd need. Biting his lip, Clint opened his mouth a second later to try and apologize, but he was silenced by another kiss. “Do not speak.” Pietro whispered into his mouth, letting his words be swallowed down, “We may not be permitted, but just for tonight.”  As much as he wanted to agree that it would be a one-time thing, Clint knew he wouldn’t be able to get the silver-haired speed demon out of his head. The almost crushing grip he had on the other’s thin hips was enough to tell him that. “What makes you think I wouldn’t--” But he had to stop that thought before it ran away from him, “Should we find a spare room?” Even if Pietro ended up backing out, at the very least he could hold him and remind himself that the kid wasn’t dead. “Da.” Pietro informed softly, his mind focused a little more on preparing for what was inevitable. The best he’d done in the past probably would remain in the top spot, as he’d found most men couldn’t exactly bring themselves to make it good for the pair of them. The tenseness in his back only had Clint’s hands smoothing down his back until he relaxed. Without warning, he lifted the speedster and held him like a princess against his chest, starting them for the highest point the Tower offered.  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: Alright, there we have it! Chapter one is DONE! ; u; Chapter two will be pure smut so like, prepare yourselves. Probably some angst, too, to be honest, but we’ll have fun.

[tmnt-underground]

Baby Daddy Raphael!

I was looking around at some tmnt fan cannons n’ stuff and I wanted to do my own little family/ father Cannon thing, so hope you like.

Also here are some little headcanons from other people I like, check them out please: tmntsworld

Also there might be a little bit of bad grammar, so I’ll try my best to go through and correct myself, hope you enjoy.

Note: if you see “(y/c/n)” it means “Your child’s name” I don’t know if there’s any other way to put it, but that’s what I’m gonna use.

Also all characters are 18+

But apologies ahead, sorry for the bad grammar.

Having a single child

- Being careful and gentle as he can be. “I-it’s okay, daddys got you…”

- Sweet talking the baby, pretty much baby talk. “D'aww, Raph I love it when you do the baby talk thing.” His face turns a little red “S-so?” He continue talking with the baby.

- Imagine his big hands holding his small baby. He Smiles looking down at his child and Whispers “I’ll always protect you.” Raph kisses the child’s forehead gently.

- When his significant other is away (Expecially around bedtime do to work or other things) he has a bit of a hard time getting the baby to sleep or eat certain foods, luckily for him he has his brothers to help out a little.

- Leo’s help: Leo is really good getting the baby to relax and go to sleep, of course do to his calm nature.

- Donnie’s help: Donnie is pretty good at getting the baby to eat, as he’d pretend to eat the babies food or do something like, the airplane spoon trick.

- Mikey’s help: Mikey is really good at distracting the baby if Raph or his significant other are a little past tired or have to go out for work-related stuff or a date, pretty much a free babysitter (Or pizza will do for payment, whichever works).

If they’re twins

- Raph was expecting just one child, then having two come out at once, he wasn’t ready for that, but none the less, he loves them both.

- Being a father-of-two now, it’s a bit difficult, but he loves the challenge, even with the constant crying and diaper cleaning, luckily he has his spouse and family to help.

- imagine him fumbling around trying to answer his phone while holding the twins, as one is pulling on his face and the other one squirming and crying. “H-hey Leo… No i-i’m fine, everything is great…. No I don’t need your help!”

- Giving the baby’s each raspberries after diaper change. “There you’re both all cleaned up!” He blows raspberries on their tummy’s “Yes you’re!” You giggled, he asked “What?” As you recorded this tender moment you said “it’s just so cute watching you play with the babies like that.” He smiled.

- Walking into the bedroom to let Raph know food is ready, just to see him passed out with the babies on the bed. You smile and pull out your phone to take a picture to show him later.

- Even if he is tired, hearing his children in distress, even if it’s 2 a.m. he’ll be up in a blink of an eye, sometimes it gets a little obnoxious. The babies started crying, Raph runs in with a loud thud coming through the door “Daddy’s here, what’s wrong?!” You walk in, bags under your eyes and scratching your neck “They’re probably just hungry or might need a diaper change.” You said, Raph picks up the babies “Shh~ shhh~ I got you know…” he holds them close to him.

Having more than one child

- Having more than one child over the course of a few years is rewarding to him, teaching them how to defend themselves, being around them and sometimes, he loves showing them off.

- Imagine him at the playground, tending to the youngest child, as the oldest child is trying to get his attention by climbing up to the tallest slide to jump off. “Dad!… DAD!” (y/k/n) yelled, Raph grunts out “One moment please!” (y/k/n) glared, Raph turns his head and to see his kid about to jump off the slide, as fast as he could, he ran, to catch the child before hitting the ground, he was mad “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!… GIVING ME A HEART ATTACK LIKE THAT!!” Raph carried the child off over to the bench “Don’t ever do that again….”

- Don’t mess with his kids! Seriously don’t, he doesn’t care how old you are, who’s going to believe you, that you got your butt kicked by a giant green mutant turtle? Hah! Though it would be more of a scare than a butt kicking.

- Imagine him holding a newborn and one of the older children crawling over next to him to look at the new baby. Raph smile’s looking over at the older child “So what do you think of your new sibling?” He asked, the child has a sideways smile and say’s “Where do babies come from anyway?” Raphs face lit up “Uh honey!” You giggled and pulled the older child towards you “Let’s go see if Donnie got the cookies are done.” The child smiles and runs into the kitchen.

- kids on leashes, he knows it’s degrading in a way but it keeps the kids from hurting themselves. “No I don’t care, even when you turn 15 years old, you will still be wearing this leash!” He grunted out as the older kids are pulling on the leashes in different directions, the baby strapped to his chest.

- Sometimes he’ll notice some odd Hobbies his kids have, like walking past the kids room and seeing a whole bunch of rocks and sand in their room, they don’t even live near beach. Raph mumbles to himself as he leans against the door “Where the hell did they get the sand?…” He looks around the room.

- Imagine him teaching the kids how to be more flexible, with the help of Leo and Splinter. “There you go, you’re doing great, a natural!” He turned around to help with this children and groans seeing his older child “N-no your gonna pull a muscle that way…” Splinter laughed and said “Impatient, just like his father was.” Looking at Raph get frustrated trying to help his kid “Maybe still a little inpatient.” Leo laughed in agreement.

Having only daughters.

- Imagine him having girly girls for daughters: there would be glitter, pink and stickers everywhere, probably not just pink but rainbows, painting his nails, coloring on his shell and putting stickers all over it, but he still loves his little girls none the less, even if he doesn’t know how to get rid of the glitter.

- Imagine him having tomboys for daughters: he can do sports, he likes sports just as much as his daughters do and can teach his daughters all kinds of neat tricks him and his brothers did, but if his daughters want to do ballet instead, he’ll be there.

- One of his daughters walking in, with a pink princess dress on and asking if she can help fix his motorcycle with him. Raph hears little footsteps he looks over his shoulder and see’s his little princess “Hey there sweetie, what can I do for you?” He asked wiping grease off his hands, she looks at the motorcycle and asked “Can I help you fix it?…” Raph smiled “Yeah, you can help me fix up the motorcycle, but your get your pretty dress all dirty.” She gets closer and sits down beside her father “I don’t care, let’s fix it!” Raph smile’s.

- A little girl with a tomboyish demeanor is wanting to try out a few art classes or ballet, but is known for more rough activities and is a little more apprehensive to do anything more on the delicate side of thing’s, but Raph is having none of that and encourages her to do more things she what’s to do, even if it is seems more girly. “D-daddy?…” A little voice spoke up, Raph turned around “Yes hon?” He asked, she looks down at her feet “I was wondering if I could do ballet…” Raph places hand on top of her head, she looks up at her father as he said “You can do whatever you want, let’s go tell (y/n).” He holds her hand as they walk into the other room.

- Teaching his daughter self-defense is highly important to him, but teaching them how to become a Kunoichi and continuing the family traditions is an honor, but now Raphael understands why splinter would be so worried about his son’s leaving to fight bad guys or could get caught and captured, but if it’s his daughter’s desire to be coming Kunoichi, of course he’ll teach them, because it’ll be amazing heroes.

Having only Sons. 

- Video games, sports and other things, Raph can totally connect with his sons over this, having brothers of his own, this shouldn’t be difficult right? “Dad, DAD!” He starts poking his father’s arm, Raph looks at his child “What is it?” He smiled, his son was excited to tell his father “I wanna learn how to knit, can i, can I?” Raph laughs, discouraging his son a little, then he says “I’m the master of knitting my son!” And starts teaching his son how to knit.

- Do to boys being a little more rougher, Raph and his sons like to wrestle, even if one of his sons are not physically stronger than the others, he’ll spend the time to teach him a few things. “Just because you’re physically not stronger than you brothers, doesn’t mean you can’t outwit them.” Something Raph had to learn the hard way.

- Imagine Raphael roughhousing with his sons, when one of them uses a sneak attack and he pretends like he’s been injured. “Ahh you got me!” He dramatically falls on the floor, one of his sons yelled “YOU KILLED HIM!” they run over and tumble on top of their father, Raph started laughing at them “Haha! I love you little guys…”

- Playing dress up with his sons, Raphael showing them his cool guy outfits and them trying on his oversized jackets and shirts as Raphael take some pictures for your scrapbook. “I wanna wear daddies leather jacket!” The boys started fighting over the leather jacket, Raphael smiles and opens up part of the closet revealing more jackets “Here you go, have at it!” Raphael said, the boys got excited and rushed in.

- He is worried about his boys becoming ninjas and leaving the safety of the home to fight bad guys, as his father was and still is, but self-defense is important to him, even if they don’t want to be ninjas, he know they’ll be amazing heroes.

_______

Well that took way to long to make…. I’m gonna make 6 more!

[buttdawg]

New South: The Saga Continues 11/2/19 (1/2)

The main thing that got me to plunk down money for IWTV was all the hype ads I kept seeing for Warhorse vs. Rey Fury.   I was confused about how to watch Warhorse’s matches, which led me to IWTV, and they seemed to have a jillion indy feds on their site, so it seemed like a good deal.   The problem was that New South’s November 2 show didn’t go up on the site for like a month, so I wasn’t really sure what to do in the meantime.   I ended up watching the Beyond show where Warhorse defended the IWTV title against Orange Cassidy, and the Black Label Pro Turbo Graps 16 tournament where he won the title.    

But I decided to finally get back to the New South show.   I wasn’t sure if I should watch the entire thing, but the opening of the show is a Star Wars crawl, and there’s a backstage segment where it looks like BB-8 and Darth Sidious are spying on people, so I decided to liveblog it instead.

These are the guys BB-8 and Sid were watching.    They look like eighth graders.    I don’t mean to knock these guys, it’s just that I’m old and the young talent in the wrestling business looks younger and younger all the time, and my guess is that indy feds like New South are where a lot of the really new guys get their start.   Or maybe I’m just not used to seeing actual early-twentysomethings on a wrestling show.    They talk about Joey Janela like he’s a fresh young talent, and he’s 30.   Anyway, the bros on the right are the new tag champs, and I guess the ones on the left are the former champs, who somehow lost their titles without getting pinned, so they’re looking forward to a title match.  

Now, you might ask me why I didn’t take a picture of BB-8 and Darth Sidious, but that’s because BB-8 is a crappy-looking toy, and the Emperor is apparently played by a shadow in an empty corridor.    You’re not missing much.

The new general manager of New South comes out and he’s this huge dude with Flirtin’ With Disaster as his entrance music.   There’s basketball goals all over the place, and he hypes up being in Hartsville, Alabama.    There’s something romantic about these kinds of shows.   Not kissy-kissy romantic, but you know. 

Anyway, this dude became the new GM, but he’s announcing he’s stepping down after tonight so some championship committee can take over.    I get the impression that New South recently ended some “evil authority figure takes over” storyline, and theyr’re still figuring out what to do next.   This all feels like a CAW Fed on YouTube.    Not necessarily a bad thing. 

New South Tag Team Championship: Wasted Generation vs. Talladega Knights (c): Well, that’s cool that we’re following through on the opening segment.   Dueling “Tal-la-DAY-ga” and “Let’s-Get-WAY-sted!” chants.   Pretty impressive for a crowd this small.    The commentator calls it a “bona fide heatfest”, and I feel like he meant “spotfest”, since this is a face vs. face match where they run through like a million offensive manuevers in five minutes.   But maybe heatfest is a real term and I’m just out of touch.  

This match is nuts.  I’ve seen sharpshooters, Falcon Arrows, moonsaults, superkicks, and that whole “I chop you now you chop me” bit they do in New Japan.    While I wrote this a guy jumped off the bleachers into the others, and it’s not that high off the ground, but it’s the thought that counts.    Part of the story here--maybe unintentionally, but I like it-- is that the referee just can’t keep up with these young’uns and their greased lightning anything goes style.   Wasted Gen’s finisher is called “Don’t Embarass Me in Front of Tyler Matrix”, whatever that means.   It gets a two count.  Canadian Destroyer, because of course they did.   The Talladega drapes a guy over the top rope and hits him with a double stomp, and that one gets the three.  Talladega Knights retain the gold, but Wasted Gen snatches the belts away... only to present them to the champs and raise their hands in a show of respect.   Hey this was good stuff.    

“The Hot Tamale” Daniel Perez vs. “The Unicorn Princess” Taylor Rae.   I wasn’t sure how I felt about intergender matches before I started watching all these indy matches, but I got used to it pretty quickly.   The only real insight I’ve noticed is that it probably has less to do with pushing boundaries or equality or anything like that, and it’s more about not having enough women wrestlers on any given show to do a separate division.    And that’s fine.   Part of my beef with AEW and WWE is that they underutilize the women because they’re in a separate division that usually gets demoted to the periphery.   

Perez is a Latin Lothario heel, and Rae thinks she’s a unicorn, I guess.   Perez tries to seduce her by offering a coupon for one free kiss, but Rae rips it up and goes to town on him.     I mean she starts kicking his ass, not “goes to town” in a romantic way.   Hot Tamale exposes the turnbuckle, which they really ought to do more in wrestling.   I say that and I see it all the damn time, but that’s not enough.    More turnbuckle exposing.    More!

Rae gets a lot of cool offense in, but it ends up coming back to the exposed turnbuckle, as Perez launches her into it and grabs a handful of tights to score the fall.    Nice match, but I’m noticing that I’ve only seen one intergender match where the woman wins.  Maybe I’m just not seeing the right ones, but my fear is that they do these matches and job out the gals, which kind of defeats the point of doing it.    

Backstage, this guy in glasses offers the Talledega Knights a spot in his stable, the Akuto Death Society.   They have T-shirts and get this, they’re black with a white logo.    The Knights decline the offer, and then they see something strange in a locker, which is ominously numbered 66.  Oooh.

“The Pittbull” Brett Ison vs. Baron Black (w/Shalandra Royal).  I think Baron Black may actually have a nobleman gimmick, as opposed to “Baron” being just his first name.   Fans bow to him as he makes his entrance.   Well, I’m down with it.   I don’t know what Ison’s deal is, but he wears a black towel on his head, so you know he must be a badass.    I thought I heard the announcer say they had a staredown at WrestleMania (?), but I haven’t watched WWE in over a year, so for all I know that might have actually happened.   

Both of these guys are presented as super-tough guys.   Ison, especially, but the Baron keeps taking it to him, even though he gets the worst of every exchange.    Finally, Black PULLS DOWN THE STRAPS, but he only gets a two count.   Ison reverses an ankle lock, and from there it’s all Ison.  He kind of looks like a young version of Corporate Kane, only he’s wearing a Death Row Records tank top.    I dig it.   Ison ends up outside, where he knocks out Shalandra.   Ooooh!   Baron goes nuts and clobbers him, and this lady walks by with a snack from the concession stand, which sort of kills the mood.   It looks like they just ordered a bunch of Papa Johns for this show.    That’s pretty cool. 

Black grabs a chair to take sweet revenge, hesitates for a moment, but then he goes for it and takes the disqualification.    Crowd chants “One more time”, and The Baron obliges his subjects, but Ison punches the chair as Black swings, and takes out Black with his own weapon in the process.   Crowd is furious at Ison.   This is the first DQ finish I’ve seen in months, and it’s pretty damn good.    If you’re going to end a match with a DQ, this is a good way to do it.   

Backstage, the New South champion is... in a gas station men’s room washing his face.   His shoulder’s all hurt and he doesn’t even know how bad it is yet.    The GM checks in on him and the champ cuts a promo about how he’s like a guy in a war movie who isn’t sure he’s gonna make it, but he’s gonna give it all he’s got.    This doesn’t really go anywhere.  

“The Kings Road Slayer” Derek Neal vs. Adam Priest.   Priest blindsides Neal during his entrance.    He works Neal over, then goes for a dive to the outside and catches his foot on the middle rope and basically lands face first on the floor, which is pretty awkward.  I guess he’s okay, but that looked pretty bad.   Crowd seems to be solidly behind Priest, which is weird since he ambushed Neal, but he’s the little guy in this match so maybe he’s the underdog in this thing?    Neal manages to pull off a superplex, but AT WHAT COST?   They get up and start trading blows, but Priest is just about spent.    Derek Neal picks up a leather strap like that’s a big deal, but Priest manages to hit him with a Death Valley Driver while he argues with the ref.    Now Priest has the strap, and the ref tries to take it from him, and that gives Neal an opening to hit a kick to the balls and a powerbomb, and Derek Neal wins.   What is a “Kings Road Slayer” exactly?

Backstage, the T-Knights show the GM the haunted locker, but he plays the whole thing off as a prank.   Camera finally pans to the locker to reveal... a lanyard with a card that reads “GM1″?    What does that even mean?

Kung Fu Donnie Janela vs. “Magnificant Michigan Muscle” Cody “Vanilla” Vance.  Weren’t Cody and Vance the two cousins they brought into replace Bo and Luke on Dukes of Hazzard?   Donnie Janela looks exactly like Joey Janela, except he’s billed as the “Kung Fu King Master of All Martial Arts.”   So is he doing an homage to Joey, or are they related or what’s the deal here?   I don’t want to shovel more dirt on the grave of Jim Cornette’s reputation, but I’m pretty sure Joey is red hot if he’s inspired imitators.    Which sort of leads me to suspect that maybe Jim Cornette is completely out of touch. 

Cody has two nicknames, but Vanilla is printed on his ass, and he’s got an ice cream cone on the front of his tights, so I feel like that should be the primary on.  I like the M3 on his kneepads though.   He looks like someone WWE would be interested in, though I can’t tell how big anyone is on this show.   Cody looks like he’s 6′7″, but he could be 5′5″ for all I know.  

Donnie takes control and starts whipping out his kung fu skills.  He’s got Chinese characters tattooed on his flank, so you know he’s legit.   THey fight evenly for a while, until Vance hits a spinebuster and a ripcord cutter for a two count.   Then Donnie hits a One-Winged Angel?    The announcer doesn’t call it, but I’m pretty sure that’s what I saw.   It gets a two count.   This show is wild, I tell you what.  Cody finally hits a Bicycle Kick and that ends the match.   They do a handshake at the end, and I gotta say, I’ve seen a lot of respect endings to matches this year and I’m still not sick of it.   

Donnie cuts a promo after the match and puts over Cody, but the crowd keeps heckling him.  Is Donnie a heel?   Because he thanks the crowd for supporting him.    Then Brett Ison lays him out and Kris Krunk comes out to make the save.  Okay, so Krunk was the guy who invited the Talledega Knights into the Akuto Death Society earlier on.   And Janela has an “ADS” armband, so I guess he’s in the group too.     But then Krunk betrays Janela and hits him with a chair, so I guess Janela’s out of the group?  He blames Donnie for something, and orders Ison to finish him with the Go2Sleep.  Then the good guys show up to help and Krunk and Ison withdraw.  

IWTV Championship: Rey Fury vs. WARHORSE (c).   NEVER MIND THAT SHIT, HERE COMES WARHORSE!     Rey Fury intrigued me because he looked like a pissed-off Rey Mysterio on the ads, but now that I see him in action he looks like his own guy, which is probably for the best.    Some guy in the crowd tells the ref to check Rey’s mask along with the rest of his gear, so the ref does it.    Then he checks Warhorse’s hair in the spirit of fairness.    Then both guys do a fist bump to start the match.   Yeah, we ain’t fuckin’ around here, Maggle.

Fury takes it to Warhorse to start off, and he rolls out of the ring and into one of the seats.     Fury tries to go after him, but Warhorse drives his face into the chair and takes back the initiative.   I think that pizza is free?   Cool.

Warhorse keeps chanting “Yee-yee” at Fury, which I think is Fury’s deal, so I don’t know if he’s trying to psych him up or taunt him.   Dueling chops, and I like how Rey’s mask has tassels in the back like hair, so they whip around when he moves.   This one really hoarse woman keeps rasping “Warhorse!”, and it sounds kind of creepy, but I appreciate her energy.  Maybe she wore out her voice chanting for Wasted Generation.

Warhorse takes the lead and lies on the top turnbuckle a la Shawn Michaels while Rey gets back into the ring.   I’m pretty sure Rey’s homegrown New South talent, but he’s having trouble keeping the crowd on his side.     Sometimes it’s half-and-half, and sometimes it’s like 80% Warhorse.    Rey fights back, goes to the top rope, but Warhorse counters with a top rope double-underhook suplex.    Isn’t that like a superplex?    

They fight outside for a while, then Rey tries another top-rope move, which Warhorse reverses in midair-powebomb.   It gets two, and Warhorse starts to despair.   Rey ducks the clothesline, hits a cutter, but only gets two.    That’s probably as close as he came in this match to winning the title.   Later, kids call out to Fury not to give up, so he’s not totally alone out here.   But Warhorse finally hits the double stomp off the top rope and retains the title.     After the match, Warhorse cuts a promo to put over Rey for putting on a helluva match.

They need to sign Warhorse with AEW and give him full creative control so he’s allowed to just run roughshod over the Dark Order.    Then they should make a midcard belt and let him hold it for the duration of his contract.  

There’s still the main event to go, but there’s like forty minutes left on this show, so I think I’ll cover that tomorrow.    Oh, it’s spelled “Chris Crunk”, not “Kris Krunk.”    Good to know.