#Co La

[hollis-art]

au idea... tng but it's set in the 80s and the enterprise is an apartment building rather than a ship

other tenants of the building include: -Picard (the head of the college that Data attends) and Q (no one really knows what he does, he just pops in and out whenever he pleases) -Troi (high school guidance counselor) and Riker (personal trainer) and Worf used to live here too but he moved out -Beverly (still a doctor) and Wesley (burnt out college freshman) -Barclay (works at Blockbusters w/ Data and Geordi) -Guinan (bartender of a secretly gay bar)

the ds9 apartment is a whole other story

[yourangle-yuordevil]

What if they hugged? 😭❤️

[atompalace-official]

Pokémon x Precure 🎀🍰💕 Cure Whip, Sylveon Shortcake style!

[rottmnt-residuum]

Hi, I've read the Residuum comic, and I think the characterization of the boys is really good. I was wondering if you have any tips on how to write them? Especially Mikey, please.

I'd actually recommend re-watching the show with one character in mind. All my notes on the turtles come from doing separate re-watches for each of them. The key is to ONLY watch the character you are focusing on.

In the end, you'll probably be happier with your own personal interpretation. As we are with ours lol

TL;DR

Massive post under the cut

To preface: we'll be contrasting (this Mikey) against the fandoms version of Mikey, as our interpretation is very different. Don't worry if you prefer the fandom version, there's nothing… wrong per se with writing him this way. We just find him flat and uninteresting. (Main author: not me, I just hate him, lol).

Every reader or fan comes into a story with their own biases and experiences. A ton of our view of Mikey is based on how our siblings acted. We see Mikey as the young sibling that got preferential treatment from the whole family, simply due to being the youngest, but is now aging out of the privilege. Which all youngest siblings do at some point or another.

The fandoms version of Mikey is empathetic, naive, vulnerable, co-dependent and quite often a door mat who cries at the drop of a hat. And as much as the fandom like to say that people love him… when this particular character archetype is in other media, they seem to attract the most criticism. Mable pines, Bolin from Korra, people rag on Aang all the fucking time, and Steven Universe is a whole other bag. These characters don't deserve it, and yet it happens anyway.

To flatten Mikey to simply 'the baby' is a disservice. We don't see or write Mikey as the fandom “baby” version (cinnamon roll uwu). Part of this comes from having multiple siblings, so we interpret the times when Mikey does the puppy dog eyes as typical younger sibling bullshit, mostly by the way that the other turtles rarely react to it, if at all.

The other turtles traits can also get projected onto Mikey. Mikey being the fandom therapist is in the same category as this. He isn't a therapist, he's a psychology nerd who likes to psychoanalyze people and meddle in their relationships. (Donnie and Shelldons relationship, Splinter and Draxums...) he's not trying to resolve your emotional issues. Of the turtles, the character that cares the most about people's feelings is Raph. And Leo is more of a consoler than Mikey ever is. It flattens all the turtle's characterizations when you start doing this because you are ripping out parts that are integral to another characters' complexity.

Co-author has told me that they've seen people become confused when going into the show after only reading fan fiction or coming from the movie. They see his characterization as inconsistent and become upset when their view of him is contradicted. This also happens when a fandomized version of him becomes the primary characterization that they use. Sometimes when this disconnect happens (or if they just don't like the character), Mikey characterization is swung in the complete opposite direction.

They make him manipulative and abusive, or someone who is hyper violent and avoids being held accountable for anything. This is an uncharitable interpretation of him and can come off as pretty racist depending on the circumstances. (like if someone considers the turtles black or not)

Every version of Mikey is a shithead (affectionate), even this one. Especially this one, really. When Mikey not doing the "baby schtick" hes mean. If you pay attention to what he's saying, and just not his tone of voice, he's consistently saying pretty mean or condescending stuff. (You could take this as simply naïveté, but he still says mean shit pretty often regardless)

The times he does say genuinely nice stuff the turtles don't exactly expect it from him, at least, in the early season. And while he is mean, and seems to find saying mean things to be funny, Mikey isn't cruel. Nor will he ever be.

This shit-headery behavior is found in both 2003 and 18 Mikey. They have a degree of social intelligence that lets them use it to annoy people into doing what they want. 18 just has the advantage of being baby faced and having better tonal control. He's good at using people's perception of him to get what he wants.

Let Mikey have his problematic traits, but don't overexaggerate them. He doesn't revel in fooling people. He loves doing character bits, and the baby faced one just happens to be one of them. However, to infantilize or to deem him incompetent is to piss him off, he wants to be viewed as a competent part of the team and competent as an individual. He's not insecure about being young, he just doesn't want to be treated like he can't do anything.

Mikey above all is an optimistic character, he sees the brighter side quite often and is conscious of the harm his actions have on people. Mostly after the fact, but he consistently attempts to rectify the harm he has personally done to peoples lives. (Todd, Bullhop, Draxum). Food and shelter seems to be a thing that he considers to be a right. He doesn't cross a boundary twice once he learns of it, and he never pushes people too far (if he likes you, that is. if he doesn't know you or doesn't like you, he doesn't give a singular shit. But that is standard to most people.). He doesn't care about people's stuff, though. He breaks things all the time.

Mikey understands boundaries, but he doesn't automatically recognize them. He needs them to verbalized or for there to be a very obvious reaction to the boundary being crossed (unfortunately, for Todd and Donnie). Sometimes people mess up (esp. younger people), and it can take a while for teens to learn where boundary is, but he fully respects the boundaries he does know about. He doesn't act petulant when he's told about boundary, he apologizes, accepts it, and moves on. He doesn't dwell.

Mikey doesn't hold on to distressing emotions. He bounces between emotions quickly, but isn't effected in the long run. One thing Iv'e seen people often conflate is the difference between sensitive and vulnerable. Mikey is sensitive, but I have never seen him vulnerable to others. To be sensitive is to be easily influenced by the current situation. To be vulnerable is to hold that influence for a long time. Characters can have one, both, or neither of these traits. But Mikey is not vulnerable. It is the difference between compressing memory foam and a piece of metal until they deform. One will pop back, the other does not.

Those who are vulnerable but not sensitive will take longer to effect, but once you do, they will hold on to that emotion for a very long time. The vulnerable, are grudge holders. (leo). But like I've said, Mikey bounces back. What a character does has an effect on his emotions, but it doesn't make a lasting impression.

Forgiveness is another thing people like to push on him. It is not that Mikey forgives people easily, it's just that he doesn't hold grudges. He neither forgives nor forgets, but he does not ruminate. He's generally affable, first impressions seem to be a big part of how he views people. He is idealistic, and doesn't assume people are unchanging and/or evil, but he's not a mark.

Mikey isn't so much as naive or overly trusting… it's just that he's inexperienced. He doesn't get fooled by anyone in the series except meat sweats, and that's because Meatsweats is on Todd drugs. Mikey just didn't notice when he started faking. He's not… actually all that aware of people's emotional states, passively. He has to tune in to notice things like that.

Mikey isn't someone who really tries to regulate others emotions, either. The fandom like to make Mikey afraid of his brothers fighting and others being upset, but Mikey doesn't actually care. The most distressed we ever see him in a fight is in the movie, and he's not SCARED, he's just concerned (and then alarmed once it turned physical). If anything, outside extenuating circumstances (like the movie), Mikey actually seems to find their fights annoying.

(Mikey actually seems to have a pretty short fuse, but his bounciness doesn't really let it linger very long, lmao)

(One pet peeve of fandom Mikey is the constant crying, crying at fights, crying at insults, crying for no reason all the time. Sure, he tears up when he gets emotional, but when Mikey is genuinely crying It's when he's desperate, like when he's hungry, or when he's trying to save Leo from certain doom. Same thing, really.)

Mikey respects no one (we love him for this). He admires people, he admires his family: April, the turtles, his dad, Lou Jitsu. He admires Rupert Swaggert, but he respects none of them. No one is sacrosanct to the Mikey.

Above all, the way we write characters is to give them a past that informs how they act now. We view Mikey and the other turtles as teenagers that were kids, and that will be adults. Yes they all have “problematic” traits, but 1) good characters need flaws, and controversial traits are one of the best to use, and 2) they're teenagers, don't expect adult behaviors from them, also don't expect them to be kids. They're minors, not toddlers.

This is getting as long enough as it is, so we'll stop here, but this is a very broad overview of how we characterize him. There's a lot we didn't cover here, but if we even started on hobbies, or the real minutia of his quirks and ticks, or even how he feels about other specific characters... we'd be here all day. So I hope this is good enough lol

If there was something you wanted to know in particular, you'll need to get specific. Feel free to ask again ahahh

[mote-historie]

The Jewelry and Enamels of Louis Comfort Tiffany, Necklace, 1903.

Exhibited: Salon of the Société des Artistes Français, Paris, 1906 Peacock and flamingo. Enamel, opal, amethyst, ruby, sapphire, demantoid garnet, emerald, chrysoberyl, pearl, gold

Tiffany & Co., New York City, 1837–present.

Designer: Louis Comfort Tiffany, American, 1848–1933 Jeweler: Julia Munson [Sherman], American, 1875–1971 Marks: TIFFANY & Co.

[bubbarnes]

“... because there's so many moments and there's so many messages and so much complexity to all the whole story and the characters and it's great”.

[smolsawyer]

Mafin (Marta & Fina - Sueños de Libertad) - 6/?

-You don't like her, do you? -Fina? Why do you say that? -Well I hope you won't mind if I tell you that you overreacted a bit. -No, I don't mind. I guess when one of my employees isn't professional enough it annoys me. -I understand.

[nadjasnandor]

What We Do in the Shadows | 6.06. - "Laszlo's Father"

[feralpercy]

"If I'm mom, who's dad?" Percy expected the kids of half blood camp to point at Annabeth, deciding to indulge them in their musings.

To his surprise, they pointed at Clarisse.

As the daughter of Ares storms to them, Percy cackles his ass off.

"Why is Clarisse dad??"

"Because dad always gives us to you whenever something regarding emotions happens." Will teases, eyes on the young woman as she attacks the son of poseidon with her fists.

"Not my fault you cannot comprehend emotions!" Percy gasps out between the punches with a laugh.

"I can! Shut the fuck up ass!" There is a furious flush on her cheeks, clearly embarrassed.

[arielleshaina]

Not really sure how this site works, but Twitter is an idiot right now so I'm figuring it out. My pen drawing of La Belle Dame Sans Merci, from Lockwood's point of view. Available as a print in multiple sizes in my Etsy shop, arielleshainaart.etsy.com

[daffi-990]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ✍️

Tagged by @diazsdimples @giddyupbuck and @wikiangela. Thank you lovelies mwah 😘

Have a little something from LA Lonely -> this is after the fun and orgasms of Buck and Eddie’s hook up. Still don’t know if I’m going to go full spice 🌶️ or just do a quick little run down of things.

Prev snippet & mood board here

Buck expects him to start pulling his clothes on and to give him the whole “this was fun, but I gotta bounce” speel, but Eddie surprises him by climbing back into bed and nudging Buck to roll onto his side so Eddie can scoot up behind him and hold him.

Buck freezes for a moment because no one does this. They have their fun and then they leave. They don’t stay and they definitely don’t cuddle.

Eddie must feel him go tense because his hold loosens and he moves as if he’s about to pull away. “Is this okay?”

Buck grabs at the arms that are wrapped around him, stopping Eddie’s descent. “Y-yeah. It’s-it’s okay.” He pulls at Eddie’s arms and the man settles back behind him, burrowing his face into the juncture where Buck’s neck meets his shoulder as he shuffles closer.

Soft kisses are pressed into his skin and Buck is helpless but to relax back into Eddie, letting the comfort and warmth of whatever is happening wrap around him.

“Stay?” He whispers, not sure if Eddie can hear him but not being brave enough to say it any louder. He feels like he’s asking too much.

A kiss behind his ear. “Okay.”

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[hushedhippie]

I love a good view✨

[catguangcorner]

lcla! shiguang really do grow in such a beautiful way—seeing lu guang emphasize over and over how in spite of how important this mission regarding his teacher is, cheng xiaoshi and his safety come first.

he says flat out cxs doesn't have to do the mission (i mean, god, he even burned the original photo just to show how sincerely he regretted hiding and lying to cxs), showing how regardless of how badly he wants to cling to the past, for the sake of cheng xiaoshi and their friendship, he is willing to let it go.

then there's cxs's unwavering devotion and dedication to lu guang—he takes the mission extremely seriously and trains all for lu guang's sake and loses sleep over it because he has to get this right, he has to be able to give lu guang the closure he needs.

then there's the scene following xitha's death, where cheng xiaoshi says, "you must be sad, I'll come back and accompany you."

lu guang is preoccupied with the mysterious killer, obviously looking for justice for his teacher. but in that small moment cxs just wants to be with lu guang, and be able to comfort him.

it truly was a gradual process to get there but they care about each other so much <3

[nolassolace]

✨Fiiine boy Friday ✨

Hey Nicky you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind hey Nicky hey hey Nicky🎶💕

Anywhore he's bbygrls design (of course I'm biased)

Here's your reminder that Nick was the star player in both timelines💕

[butvega]

UM EX TALARICO II

notas: mais um pouquinho do nosso nanazinho carioca agora pai. aqui eu mostro como foi um pouco da SUA gravidez,♡ ps: confesso que o jaemin ter trocado sua porsche 911 esportiva, por uma panamera 4 portas pra ter lugar pra cadeirinha do neném me deixou emotiva DEMAIS!

Acaricia a própria barriga de sete meses, enquanto passa um óleo corporal para mantê-la hidratada. Veste um elegantíssimo baby doll de bichinhos, enquanto um Jaemin sem camisa vibra incessante pelo jogo do Fluminense que passa na televisão. Ri fraco com os gritos de desespero. É, aquele é o pai de seu bebê.

Quando descobriram a gravidez, havia sido um imenso baque. Não era algo que esperavam, ou que houvessem planejado, mas aceitaram com muito amor.

Quando o médico conseguiu acordar Jaemin de seu desmaio, lembra o quanto ele chorou de emoção. Chegou a soluçar com a cabecinha grudada em sua barriga, os braços envoltos em sua cintura enquanto deixava beijos por cima da blusa, e lhe pedia desculpas. Não havia o que se desculpar, mas Jaemin sentia-se mal por tê-la engravidado. Sentia que era sua culpa, unicamente, e tinha medo de que você se chateasse com ele. Ao mesmo tempo sentia que o amor por você havia triplicado — se fosse possível —, já que você estava gestando um filho, um bebêzinho, o fruto do amor de vocês. Estava ali dentro, separados por algumas camadas, respirando, com o coração pequeno batendo, carregando o sangue de ambos. Era incrível, e bizarro.

Quando seu pai entrou no quarto em que você estava hospedada no hospital, não escondeu o olhar de preocupação. Não sabia o motivo de você estar ali, aliás, nem sabia que você andava enjoada. Ele era médico, certamente poderia ajudá-la de imediato se soubesse que você estava passando mal.

Lembra-se dele ter lançado um de seus olhares de arrepiar a alma para Jaemin, antes de abraçá-la e beijar o topo de sua cabeça. Sentou-se ao seu lado, e perguntou baixinho o que a princesa dele tinha. Quando você finalmente murmurou acanhada que estava grávida, outra confusão se pôs naquele hospital. Deu graças a Deus que seu pai era um cirurgião conceituado, pois certamente teria sido demitido por tentar matar Jaemin.

"Seu irresponsável! Como você ousa engravidar minha filha? Vocês vão se bancar como? Vocês ainda estudam, nem trabalham, não tem casa! Criança não é brincadeira, seu moleque!"

Fora algumas das coisas ditas por seu pai dentro daquele quarto. Ali você desabou, assim como Jaemin, causando mais preocupação ainda em seu pai. Como duas crianças choronas iriam criar um bebê?

Quando chegou em casa, acompanhada por seu pai, repleto de remorso pelos berros que deu, e por Jaemin ainda sentimental, querendo te abraçar em qualquer brecha do sogro, você deu a notícia para sua mãe. Ela já imaginava, é claro. Apenas suspirou fundo, dizendo que dariam um jeito, e cuidariam de tudo. Te abraçou, beijando sua bochecha, e passando a mão de leve em sua barriga, sorrindo para você. Ela te passou a segurança de que tudo daria certo.

Jaemin não queria deixá-la de maneira alguma. Foi basicamente obrigado a ir para casa, onde não precisou te esperar para contar aos pais a notícia. Receberam a notícia de braços abertos, com muita felicidade.

Como estava no fim da faculdade, os pais de Jaemin resolveram dar a ele um cargo em sua empresa, onde ele poderia exercer tudo aquilo que havia estudado. Era renda o suficiente para Jaemin dar entrada em um apartamento no Jardim Oceânico, em uma rua tranquila perto do apartamento de seus pais.

De início, lembra de chorar bastante, tanto pelos hormônios, tanto pela falta de estar em casa. Sentia enjôos constantes, alguns desejos realizados com rapidez por Jaemin, e muito, muito sono. Continuava a ir para faculdade, assim como Jaemin que passava pela correria de um veterano, e agora também pelo trabalho na empresa. Você considerava sua rotina tranquila: ia para faculdade pela manhã, organizava o apartamento e estudava pela tarde, e basicamente todas as noites assistia um filme com Jaemin, enquanto ele fazia massagem em seus pés cansados.

Sexo. Bastante sexo. Seu apetite sexual havia aumentado durante a gravidez, e Jaemin adorava. Seus seios estavam maiores, e ele se fartava. Te satisfazia de todas as maneiras possíveis. Ainda mais quando sua médica havia dito que sexo faria muito bem para gravidez.

Quando escutaram pela primeira vez o coração do bebê, haviam entendido o motivo de tudo aquilo. O amor entre os dois, tudo que enfrentaram até estar ali... Era o laço final para os dois, que se emocionaram imediatamente mediante ao bebê saudável crescendo em sua barriga.

— Papai te ama tanto, neném. Tanto, tanto. — ele murmurava enchendo sua barriga de beijos, enquanto te olhava com os olhinhos cheios de água.

Decidiram não revelar o sexo até o nascimento, o que enlouqueceu a cabeça de seu pai, que já havia mudado completamente o comportamento, e havia comprado até um body escrito "sou o neném do vovô".

Jeno, quando descobriu a notícia, não negou a si mesmo a leve pontada que sentiu no coração só de imaginar que poderia ser ele no lugar de Jaemin, mas não deixou de demonstrar felicidade por vocês dois. Realmente não era para ser, e no fim das contas, ele aceitaria isso.

Lucas também era bastante presente na vida de vocês: comprava roupinhas, fraldas, lenços umedecidos, e fazia companhia, assim como na tarde daquele mesmo dia do jogo, em que estava no apartamento de vocês, organizando os móveis do quarto do neném.

O quarto era todo em tons pastéis, bastante terrosos, com ursinhos voadores, balões no papel de parede, e algumas girafinhas aqui, acolá. Tudo de muito bom gosto, delicado, e calmo. Você, já com uma barriga grande, permanecia sentadinha na cadeira de amamentação, apenas mostrando aos meninos onde gostaria que colocassem os móveis.

— Não, 'mô, a comôda é mais perto da janela, o berço deixa mais distante um pouco 'pra não pegar muita luminosidade quando o nenê for dormir.

— Mas minha linda, você tinha dito 'pra botar esse trambolho aqui! Isso pesa, sabia? — Jaemin reclama, carregando novamente a comôda pelo quarto, com a ajuda de Lucas. — Quando o neném nascer, o pai já vai estar todo caquético, 'mó vacilo.

— Carregar seu filho também pesa, Jaemin Na, mas você não me vê reclamando o tempo inteiro. — você diz zangada, com os braços cruzados.

— Ah, reclama sim! Toda hora. — Lucas diz, e Jaemin ri, fazendo um batimento com o amigo.

— Cala tua boca, Lucas. — você diz deixando um risinho escapar também.

Ambos estão sem camisa, mesmo com o ar condicionado ligado sentem calor pela arrumação, você apenas observa risonha, imaginando que seu filho, ou filha não poderia ter pai, e nem padrinho melhor.

— Assim, mô? Gostou? — Jaemin para em sua frente, coloca os braços na cintura olhando para Lucas finalizando os últimos detalhes.

— Ô, Nana, era assim mesmo. — sorri se levantando, o abraçando com a cabecinha enfiada em seu peitoral malhado.

Agora estava ali, deitada, enquanto Jaemin comemorava o gol do Cano beijando sua barriga.

— Boa, neném! Porra, é o Flu, caralho! — pula na cama empolgado.

— Para de falar palavrão perto do neném. — você diz rindo, e ele acaba rindo também.

— Poxa vida, é o Flu, carambolas! — sussurra perto de sua barriga, e você gargalha. Tão bobo.

Sua barriga, quase de imediato se mexe seguindo a direção da voz de Jaemin. Dá para ver quase com exatidão o pézinho minúsculo por baixo de sua pele.

— Aí, amor, falando com você.

— Oi, neném! Já 'tá torcendo pelo Nense, né? Papai ama tanto você, e a sua mamãe... Prometo fazer de tudo pela nossa família, 'tá? Vocês são a coisa mais importante do mundo 'pra mim.

— Te amo. — você murmura acariciando o cabelo lisinho dele, que recosta em seu ventre para continuar assistindo o jogo.

Você não escolheu o parto normal. Sentiu medo da dor, e foi um enorme trabalho te garantir de que a cesárea não te faria menos mãe. Quando a data escolhida chegou, você não aguentava mais andar de tanta dor nas costas, mas a felicidade era maior que tudo. Em horas você veria o seu bebê. Você, e Jaemin haviam escolhido os nomes: se fosse menina, seria Hanna, e se fosse menino, seria Filippo.

— 'Tá esquecendo nada não, né amor? — Jaemin ajeita a mala maternidade no banco traseiro do carro, assim como já coloca no lugar a cadeirinha para recém nascido.

Teve de trocar sua porsche 911, por uma porsche panamera, com bancos traseiros. Seria pai, né.

— Não, 'tá tudo aqui.

Não iria negar, você estava extremamente nervosa. Seus pais, e os pais de Jaemin iriam encontrá-los no hospital onde seu pai trabalhava, e naquele momento você almejava o colinho de sua mãe, e que ela dissesse que tudo daria certo.

Deu tudo certo. A cirurgia fora um sucesso, rápida até, sem complicação alguma. Jaemin pôde ficar dentro da sala de cirurgia, enquanto a fotógrafa capturava o momento emocionante com sua família, do outro lado do vidro. Jaemin segurou a tontura, a emoção, as lágrimas, para que no momento em que seu bebê saísse de sua barriga, e desse o primeiro resmungo de choro, pudesse segurá-lo ao seu lado, com o médico os parabenizando.

— Parabéns, papais. É um lindo meninão.

[smolsawyer]

Mafin (Marta & Fina - Sueños de Libertad) - 11/?

-Fina, what happened to your skirt? -I don't know, it's the usual skirt. -No, it's shorter. -Well, because I've tucked in the hem a bit. -Oh really? No kidding, short and poorly made. -When it reaches below the knees and being so narrow, I could barely walk. -But you don't have to walk around, it's a uniform, you have to be in the store all the time, serving the customers, nothing more. -Well, I also have to go to the warehouse and go up the stairs, and bend over. -The other day you already took liberties with a client, now this and you talk back to me. I don't like your attitude at all. -With all due respect, ma'am, I don't like yours either. -Excuse me? -I don't understand why you treat me like this. -How do I treat you, if I may know? -With so little consideration. You only see what I'm doing wrong with the clients, that it took me a bit longer to return the change, or that I cut my skirt. -Well of course, that's what I see. -But you don't realize that I always arrive 10 minutes before the shift starts and I don't mind staying longer, and instead of two breaks I take only one. I am not such a bad employee, right? -What you are is shameless. If it wasn't for all the time you are around and the affection I have for you father I would fire you right now. What I'm not going to do is allow you to continue dealing with the clients. Until further notice you will be in the warehouse ordering products. ... -I'm sure she treats me like this because she knows I like women.