#90s donnie

[mizutdm]

i wish i knew who dans favorite turtle was

[leoandraphssoulmate]

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Lost and Found

💜For my dear friend @thelaundrybitch 💜

90sDonnieXFem!Reader

How did you end up like this?

Alone.

Cold.

Freezing cold!

Ah, yes.

You were thrown out.

With nothing more than the clothes on your back.

No money.

He even kept your purse! The bastard! You wiped at your eyes, blurred with the onslaught of tears. He took everything from you.

Your family.

Your friends.

Isolated you from everyone and everything.

You couldn’t go to the cops.

HE WAS THE COPS!

He’d just twist your story around if you tried to anyway. Besides, you had absolutely no idea where you were. 

You blinked, looking around at the buildings that towered over you. People passed by, mumbling in a language you could only imagine was French. He was careful to never let you know where his jet was taking you. Always arriving at night and always directly to where you would be staying.

You know you should have left him.

Should have found a way out.

You were more his captive than his girlfriend. 

You sighed, clutching your lower abdomen. The second you told him you needed medical care he turned on you.

“What’s this then, Y/N?! Have you been cheating on me?” He shouted, roughly grabbing you by the hair. When you tried to explain, it only earned you a quick kick to the gut. 

Now, lost and alone, you made your way up the cobblestone street, looking for signs that resembled any form of a hospital, but the pain in your gut caused you to stumble.

You put your hands out, catching yourself against the side of a yellow building. Taking ragged breaths you peeked around the corner, spying a bench. You gingerly made your way to it, sitting down, sweat beading on your forehead, the pain spreading to your back. 

Puffing your cheeks out you leaned your head back, silently offering a prayer to pregnant women everywhere. As you looked up at the sky, you realized that the sun was beginning to set.

Shit.

You looked around, noticing that the streets were now completely void of people. 

Well then. It seemed that these were the type of people that didn’t want to involve themselves any more than they had to. 

Slowly, you laid down, the pain somewhat easing as you rested your head on your arm. You pulled in a ragged breath, exhaustion hitting you like a ton of bricks. Without meaning to, your eyelids slid shut and sleep pulled you into her tight embrace. 

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“What in the holy hell, Donnie!?” 

“We haven’t even been in Paris a day and already ya bringin in tha strays!”

“When is April due back?”

You flinched, unsure whether or not you should indicate that you had been awake for the last ten minutes. You laid there listening to the heated conversation, trying not to give in to the pain shooting up your midsection. 

“I don’t know, but she needs to hurry back. What if someone’s looking for this woman?”

“I highly doubt that, Leo.” The kind voice you had zeroed in on  several minutes ago now seemed agitated. 

“Why?”

“That’s patient doctor confidentiality.” 

Doctor? Your eyelids fluttered open as you turned your head, your vision blurring momentarily as you tried to focus on the men before you. As they came into focus, your heart hammered against your ribcage. These weren’t men at all!

“Uh, Leo? She’s awake.” 

You instantly tried to sit up, but the man, er turtle, with a purple mask quickly placed his hand on your right shoulder. “Don’t try and sit up just yet.” He frowned. “You’ve just had surgery.”

You blinked, your eyes feeling abnormally heavy. “Am I seeing things? Or are you a giant turtle?” Your own voice sounded odd to your ears. 

“Nah, that’s not the anesthesia.” The turtle wearing an orange mask giggled. “We are in fact mutant ninja turtles.”

The tall one next to him shoved him to the side, his blue eyes narrowing. “Not now, Mike!”

“Ah, man! Why do you guys always get to talk to the chics?”

You swallowed, the realization of the purple banded turtles words hitting you. “Wait. You said surgery?”

He nodded. “Yes. When I found you,” he looked down for a second, then back at you, “you were, uh, bleeding.” He motioned towards your pelvis. “You see we have a really good sense of smell and at first I thought it was, um, well,’ his cheeks flushed, “an infection.” He cleared his throat. “I was partly right.” 

You placed your hands on your stomach as you listened to him explain, your fingers finding a small line of stitches that ran along the outside of your belly button. 

“Turns out you were also bleeding internally.” He finished, gently putting his hand over yours. “You won’t be able to sit up for at least another few days.”

Your face instantly flushed as you stared up at him. You didn’t bother asking him what had caused the bleeding, because you already knew. And you were fairly certain by the look on his face that he knew too. He may not have known exactly, but he definitely suspected. “Thank you.” You whispered. 

“You’re safe with us.” He said softly, his hazel eyes searching your face. “By the way, my name is Donatello, but you can call me Donnie.” He grinned. “The other three behind me, they’re my brothers. Leo, Raph and Mikey.”

You raised your other hand, which you hadn’t realized was attached to an IV, and waved at them, an uncertain smile tipping your lips. “Hi. I’m Y/N.”

“You’ll need antibiotics for the kidney infection for a little while too, but I think you’ll pull through just fine, Y/N.” Donnie said as he reached over to check the bag of fluid hanging above you. 

“Hey, Donnie?” You said, your throat suddenly dry as you looked up at him.

“Yeah?”

“Would it be ok if you just sit with me for a bit?”

Donnie looked back at his brothers. “Do you guys mind?”

“Uh, sure! We’ll just…” Leo pointed towards the door. 

Donnie waited until his brothers left the room, then turned back to you. “Are you ok, Y/N?”

That was a loaded question! You were anything but ok. But you nodded anyway. “Yeah. I know this might sound strange, seeing that we just met and all, but I was just wondering if it would be possible for you to hold me?” 

Donnie blew out a quick breath. “That’s not strange at all. Of course I can.”

Without another word he made his way into the bed with you, slowly getting into position behind you, then pulling you against him, his arms wrapped securely around you. In that moment, you felt safer than you had ever felt. 

“Thank you.” You whispered. 

“Of course.”

@wynndigogh

[meruz]

froyo for mikey

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

I learned something new just before bed.

Goddamn I am late for the party.

[turtleblogatlast]

Big ol’ eyes

(Wip of a comic I’m working on - wanted to draw the babies with big eyes again haha)

[koolaidashley]

Donnie’s picture wall I’m gonna b sick oh my god I hate him so much 🤢🤢🤢

[nostalgicninjas]

TMNT Dynamics: Leonardo & Donatello

note: this post is platonic with a capital P

[deadtiredghost]

This is canon now.

2012 Casey meeting 90s Donatello

Casey would see this big muppet versions of his friends and immediately be like 'haha Donnie's the ugly one'

And 90s Donnie would be like oh?? a my age Casey? a tossable size Jones? A tiny squeaky teenage version of the dumbest guy I ever met whom I love so much?? best friend ever

And he'd just be 'you're ugly and stupid haha 😃' and imprint on him like a duckling

They would love each other so much!! and and Casey at first would be using this muppet Don to get in extra digs at 2012 Don but the more he gets to know him and also realize that he's terrible at insults but that never stops him from trying to play he would respect that and then start insulting him more to show his acceptance

And pretty soon Donatello is humming a little theme song whenever Casey comes in and Casey is calling everything Donnie does 'metal' and neither one of them will ever shut up they're driving everyone crazy

[sickshooter]

imagine instead of girlblogger it's boyblogger and instead of lana del rey it's smashing pumpkins

and the "boyblog" icons are ryan gosling, paul dano, and patrick batemen

and the "literally me" movies are scream, donnie darko, and american psycho.

imagine THAT

[tekkiperson]

Another 90's MTV cartoon AU last one I promise hhh

Leo bothering Donnie at work

It's supposed to be an electronic repair shop but that would require way too much detail lol so there's a funky looking shelf and a door

[omegabenaeart]

ADHD KICKED IN, GOT A NEW HYPERFIXATION TO BOTHER YOU GUYS WITH

Tutant

Meenage

Neetle

Teetles

Bonus Donnie under the cut 👍

This motherfucker cannot see without his glasses

[louisbxne]

THE SIXTH SENSE (1999)

[donniefrankdarko]

Behind the scenes of ‘Donnie Darko’

[thedawningofthehour]

You were talking about Leo being a straight dudebro in the body of a gay man (fashion wise) and tbh thats the jumping off point for me to say that whenever I picture him in human clothes he is Always wearing the classic "green triforce shirt + khaki cutoffs pants" combo every middle school boy rocked circa late 2000s early 2010s. You just know he wears those shirts that say "eat, sleep, game, repeat" and the same basketball shorts for 5 years straight. Like, I can see Mikey, Donnie, and Raph having campy and fun fashion sense and having cool elaborate outfits but like. Its not Leo if he doesn't rock a fit that screams the fanciest place he'll eat out at is Olive Garden tbh

Leo is one of those fuckbois that spends hundreds of dollars on a pair of ugly tennis shoes and then freaks out if any dirt gets on them and walks like an idiot to avoid scuffing them.

He'd wear his pants with his ass hanging out and pop his collar. He'd wear those deep v-neck shirts and birkenstocks, probably with socks.

He'd wear puka shell necklaces and shark tooths despite living in NYC and having never been surfing. If he had hair he'd absolutely have had a frosted tips phase.

Not to mention this boy reeks of axe body spray. He's one of those guys that hasn't figured out he stinks more as a teenager and substitutes spray-downs for basic hygiene. He has a twenty-product nighttime skincare routine and then he rolls out of bed and sniffs a random shirt on the floor to determine if it's suitable for another go. At least once a week he'll show up to the breakfast table and Splinter will gag and force him to take a shower.

Meanwhile Donnie is legit prancing around in heavily coordinated outfits that he seemingly threw together effortlessly and he looks like a fashion model. April sends him pictures of her prom dress choices and takes his critique as gospel. He's always invited to Girl's Night and it took Cass several get-togethers for her to even realize the irony. He and his girlfriends do their makeup together and probably get into fights over how they apply eyeliner. Somehow he is the straighter twin.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

A not so friendly reminder that in the 90's, the turtles went on a tour, known as the "Coming Out Of Their Shells Tour".

Yes, this was real. No, I've not heard any of their songs. No, this is not what Bayverse Mikey references when he talks about their Christmas album.

But I have to admit, Donnie did have some moves.

No for real guys. They were on Oprah with this...

[bettertwin1]

Everyone who follows me is a damn donnie enjoyer....fuck my life...tch. whatever...