#*shouts at own self*

[adventure-waffles]

"Ooooo, big stretch!" 🐍

First prompt for @/SVSSSAction gaza funraoser. Donation by @/SomeGoodBeans

[turtleblogatlast]

Here’s a thought-

When Splinter says Leo’s the leader at the end of Season 2…pretty sure he was joking.

After so many high stakes and high emotions, he (a bit cluelessly) makes a joke to add some levity, just to make things a bit easier for he and his sons to digest everything that happened. It was a lot that happened, so it makes sense that Splinter wants to make things that much softer for everyone.

But- making a joke like that, after everything they all just went through…I can definitely see how the events of the movie pave out in response.

For example, by joking about Leo in particular having the responsibility of a leader, that puts him directly in the sight of Raph’s building anxieties. Because after everything, it’s clear that Raph really started taking the hero name seriously to the point that he started undermining his own fun and childhood in the process. So in the eyes of a Raph who is so worried about what could happen if they’re not prepared again, Leo in particular kind of stands almost as a point of danger in that aspect.

And with the joke of Leo “leading” in any capacity ringing out over them, it’s easy to blame Leo and Leo alone whenever he goes and goofs off with Mikey and Donnie. I think as well that the concept of a leader being spoken after the Shredder just pushes more weight on Raph’s shoulders and makes him realize how much goofing off they did before when they should have been better heroes (despite them all just being kids...)

Raph knows his brothers are good, he knows and has pride in them and himself in turn, but it terrifies him to know that they won’t be ready for the next big threat, and Leo directly going against this caution even more than usual just pushes Raph to want to try more.

As for Leo- keep in mind what happened all throughout “Many Unhappy Returns.” Keep in mind what happened all throughout the series in general. In the former, Splinter more than once points out how he would rather have his other sons with him than Leo, especially because they “would take this seriously”…even though Leo was taking it seriously. (Not that Splinter should be expected to read what Leo was doing when Leo wasn’t making his plans clear, but that wording sticks with kids.) Even after Leo’s plan pulled through, Raph’s the one who spoke in trust of Leo, not Splinter.

As for what happens in the series in general…well, we see Leo mess up a lot, apologize a lot, get his brothers out of messes a lot, and even when he does well or is responsible it’s either glossed over or still seen as goofing off (no I will never be over that moment where Leo almost got Gus’s tags and got screwed over out of pure bad luck.)

So imagine hearing a joke like that as Leo, who for a good chunk of especially the start of the series has been a lowkey voice of reason. The idea that Leo being responsible for the team is nothing but a joke…? It’s understandable that it could feel like a blow, that it could push him to want to try less.

Especially after everything they just went through.

They’re heroes. | They’re kids.

Why shouldn’t they care? | Why should they care?

[cosmetichorror]

I like to imagine Wild just. Didn’t speak upon first meeting with the chain. No one thought anything of it of course. They just believed he was mute.

But one day.

Wild and let’s say, Legend are patrolling together, and Wild hits his arm on a tree or something, and yells out “FUCK” in the most posh, British accent that ever was spoken. And Legend is just in shock, because 1. He thought this guy was mute, and 2. He didn’t even know it was possible to sound so fancy while saying fuck.

And then Wild turns to him, and says (while still in a heavy British accent): “No one will ever believe you.”

Anyways I love Wild with a British accent and also a potty mouth

[riverofrainbows]

I worked my way through the first few pages of the eliot spencer tag in the leverage fandom on ao3, and left a whole bunch of comments, and now i get to see all the replies coming in!!!! This is so great!!

Of course not everyone replies, and i don't expect them to even though i hope for it, and a lot of these fics are about a decade old so maybe the authors aren't even in the fandom anymore.

But it's so lovely.

I didn't manage to leave a comment on every one because i was reading those fics like a drowning man trying to breathe, so both when i was feeling well and also when i wasn't, but i tried, and when i managed to i left long ones because that's what I enjoy most to do, and i always left a kudo which i hope conveys love for the story as well.

I appreciate so much how there are so many stories i get to read, i still have a lot of pages left too.

This is so wonderful.

[oc-factoids]

Tag the OC that’s a self-insert

[swordheld]

how did u choose your username?

oh, this is a fun one!! i think i considered being swordtold at first, for that very ancient myth vibe of the sword being this narrative tool for adventure and structure and physical time, the parable being passed down through the centuries until it meddles into modern day rhetoric and ideology – a kind of fantastical tool, a spark of magic, of possibility.

i like the arc of the story of a place being physical / having it be held by time and hand alike, wearing with the years and having it become something different to each holder, each reader, each experience fantastical and individual.

having that kind of physicality to it; swordheld is the action of taking up and holding the sword yourself, choosing your own narrative, leading your own story. self-identity has always been something i struggle with (a novel concept i know, i know), so it felt right for this blog, since most of my older blogs before this one have been just me silently reblogging and never really posting anything myself, and i wanted this to be the change to that.

i've always had trouble wranging my social anxiety, esp. on the internet, and previously thought that keeping my words to myself helped keep the timeline cleaner, in a way, no messy thoughts for others to sort through, especially ones i believed no one would want to read anyway? but it never felt right, keeping myself apart from it all, esp. not in the way i so avidly enjoyed reading others' posts and additions, keeping their words close to my heart.

i wanted it to reflect that this was a space i was holding for myself? and i'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but this - this i think i got right. i love being here, on this blog, and the joy that it brings me. everyone else enjoying it too has been a wild ride that i never expected, and still surprises me, one that brings a little extra thrill to my heart whenever i think about it.

i had other urls that i liked, but i didn't want this blog to be tied directly to any of my fandom/story interests, since i wanted it to really just be a sort of archive of artistic inspiration and resource, like a little library or museum. i use them now as lil sideblogs of more niche interests now, which is rather lovely.

it hasn't always felt like it fit perfectly, the way that i'd like, but for some reason i can't think of really wanting to change it anytime soon. it feels mythic yet modern in a way that feels like puzzle pieces finally slotting into their place, something my own and inspirational to me, like a lantern i'm holding to make my way by. my own kind of light, if that makes sense – a star i know by name.

[luzwastaken]

i don't remember what inspired this but here you go 😭

[alucardsathomewife]

Birthday gift

Tom and Alucard, of course

[spenjelly]

Poor circulation and adhd be like:

The numbness in my arms is seeping into half my hand and fingers but I’m not going to move till I physically cant type

I sat here picking at this thing for so long my legs are now refusing to respond

I leaned against the arm of the chair for too long and now ants are stabbing me in the ribs with tiny swords

I switched to lounging with my legs over the arm of the chair and now the ant army is coming for my back

I’ve been compressing this tool for so long my hand has locked up and gone cold

I fell asleep at a bad angle and now my whole arm and part of my neck is asleep

[muzzleroars]

oh shit imagine either gabe or v1 dying in hell and then just. full on getting taken over and consumed by hell itself. they get to come back but watch out lol

mentions of character death //

FALLEN GABE BAD ENDING....he's lucky he got the angelic equivalent of becoming a prime soul because otherwise this is likely what would have happened. he has enough to remain somewhat aware, a supreme angel unable to be fully consumed by an entity like hell even if just scraps of a soul left, but there would be nothing he could do with it. distantly aware that he moves, distantly aware that he feels pain, so much pain, but consciousness more like a dying ember, tired, defeated, watching only because it can't seem to close its eyes. flickers of recognition wouldn't matter if he meets v1 again, yet he would wish he could express his happiness upon seeing it. because v1 will do what needs to be done. v1 loves him, but it doesn't love whatever he's become, it won't hesitate to kill and tear apart the body that holds him prisoner now. only v1 would have the ability to release him, and he knows it will. maybe it knows it too.

v1 would be a different case, if hell didn't merely decide to just make it a puppet - merging hell with the machine is possible, but there is a greater spark when death is less permanent for it and the fusion doesn't mesh as well. yet it can't fully repair its code, too damaged to actually stave off its possession, so over and over it's trying to crash itself, it's trying to choke its software into a mass of intelligible strings in the hope that it will fail, it will die. hell fights back against it and it wars with itself as it moves without permission, and it hopes it won't find gabriel. because he's different than it is. he's passionate, sentimental, the way he loves is not like v1, and it knows it would tear him apart to fight against it now, aware of what he has to do if he can. it could very well kill him if he can't commit to doing the same (perhaps even if he can...hell will not stop to let him go the way v1 once did), and it can't fathom the agony of desperately doing everything it can to crash before it bleeds the life out of him. v1 is a being that primarily wants to survive, it would do everything to figure out a way to get rid of its parasite...but it would slowly, secretly build a coding bomb, its own little virus tailor made to kill it, should it find gabriel and begin to see him fail

[kyatra]

coffee or energy drinks just not doing it for you on those pesky weekday mornings? worry not!! simply accidentally facetime your group chat of classmates

[tolkien-feels]

Shout out to

From Nogrod and Belegost the Naugrim came forth into Beleriand; and the Elves were filled with amazement, for they had believed themselves to be the only living things in Middle-earth that spoke with words or wrought with hands, and that all others were but birds and beasts.

I see often enough that the elves link speech to non-animal life (I mean. Quendi.) but I find "wrought with hands" to be very telling also. If I had to guess, I would say that is why eg a dragon, who can speak, is not considered a person like eg a hobbit is - I don't think a dragon could craft anything with its hands if it tried.

[faery-berry-blast]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every bisexual has at least one ace friend, and vice versa

[kosmiccarma]

wolfwood who is the protector eldest child adult

wolfwood who uses leashes for all the younger kids that he has to protect watch over when they get monitored for outside playtime

wolfwood who is the one to call roll and do a headcount and keep his own head on a swivel to keep all of his babies ducklings in a row

wolfwood who is the one to break up fights before they get too physical and endures the wrath of sharp kiddie teeth and jagged nails and spitted insults and small bodies overfilled with gumption and heartbreak

wolfwood who is the one to fetch ms. melanie for boo-boo plasties and rub away the hurt and maybe if the waterworks are used impressively enough he’ll give a quick kiss to make the pain fade away in an instant the kids swear it’s magic

wolfwood who is the boy that cares too much he swears it’s never enough

[thelavendernarwhal]

*posts this and runs away*

[marsixm]

wait actually i had a thought, so a little bit ago i was talking to my friends about death note, and 1 of the friends said she never liked it because it felt too obvious to her what was gonna happen, like, it was too easy to “figure out” where the plot was going or something so ig it wasnt engaging? and i sort of get what she means but at the same time i feel like thats… like not the only way to engage with a story that has a mystery/detective/cat and mouse plot? and perhaps not one id default to so idk i guess i wonder how often people consider stories in this frame