#I’m also not over this damned show
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Today marks one year since the end of my second favourite tv show.
One year since Endeavour ended.
One year since I cried my eyes out as my parents poked fun at me for crying over a tv show because I never do that (as far as they know) and I had to accept there will be no more (official) Morse stuff anymore.
I still am not over it and I still love the show to pieces so to mark the occasion and the fact I’m never going to be over this damned show, here’s a poster I made a while back for fun:
#itv endeavour#endeavour morse#endeavour#inspector morse#I’m still not over the ending#I never will be#I’m also not over this damned show
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thinking about how near refers to light at the end of the series— not really as light yagami, not even really as kira, and not quite as L, but rather an amalgamation of titles: L-KIRA, a twisted mix of two personas, masks on top of masks. no longer a person but a series of letters, a filtered voice through a screen. a man who has built his entire life in the space between lies, who cannot let himself stop for a second without the weight of his own guilt, his sins, crushing him. regrets repressed because this is the only way it could ever be, it has to be worth it, it has to, it has to, because you can’t even bring yourself to consider what it all means otherwise.
i am a firm believer that light yagami, the son, the student, the average human person, dies at the same time that L does. at least at the beginning of the series he has some semblance of normalcy to hold himself to, the Serious Student persona that keeps him walking to and from school and talking to people and eating dinner with his family at home. how many times do we really see him going outside, post-L death? how often do we see him outside of some L-based police HQ, talking to people he isn’t trying to manipulate? really, it’s no wonder he falls so far, alienated as he is from the rest of humanity. when was the last time he breathed long enough to remember what the sky looks like? hugged his mom, laughed with his sister? did he ever visit his father’s grave? does he remember what the breeze smells like? was he ever really happy? did he deny himself his only chance?
at least in the case of L and near the isolation feels intentional, a preferable choice, carefully and logically considered for all the pros and cons. light never asked for the position he fell into, that fell upon him, that he created for himself. he denies the death note being a curse, but it’s not like he could ever admit it if it was.
light’s story arc in death note really feels like a tragedy to me, specifically in the sense that he never really gets the chance to change. on a plot level this is true, much of the second half of the story post-L death is light utilizing the exact same strategies as before (taking away his ownership of the DN to Strategize, romancing a woman he doesn’t care for to use her, fighting a snarky troll of a super genius hiding behind a letter whose real name & face he cannot find), but it’s true on an emotional level too. light never really gets to grow up, he never gets the chance to truly question his ideals or goals without the world he’s built by himself crashing down around him.
i keep thinking back to the significance of matsuda asking him about his dad, how he could drag him to his death for the sake of all of this. light’s response, so truthful in its desperation, really sums it all up: he died for a reason. KIRA has to win, or his dad died for nothing. he cannot face the idea that he caused his own father’s death, so KIRA must be justice. there is no other alternative. KIRA is god, or light yagami killed his own father for a fairytale.
really, it’s so fitting that his name uses the kanji for moon. moonlight— not originating from the moon itself but a reflection, of something brighter, greater, more powerful than he could ever be. light dies the same way as every other criminal he passed his judgement upon, on his knees and desperate, pathetic, begging for life even as he knows he is doomed to the same fate of nothingness that he granted to everybody else. godhood denied. he said it himself, that he could never be anything more than a human, but somewhere in the fog he lost track of the person he once was. and it’s near’s cruelest observation that stands out the most to me in that final scene— that he never really had to be this. he could’ve stopped at any point, felt his guilt, paid his regrets, and moved on with his humanity still intact. light has spent far too long repressing and denying to ever consider that an option anymore— but there was still room for sympathy for the 17 year old kid who killed without thinking, long before he built up such a dedicated palace of lies to justify his actions and hide away his guilt.
L-KIRA dies on the floor of a dirty, abandoned building, surrounded by the people he spent years manipulating and lying to and betraying. light yagami dies in a helicopter, locked and chained to his only closest equal, holding a notebook that he would use to sound the death knell of his own fate and wearing his father’s gifted watch.
#death note#astronaut rambles#i just finished my manga reread can you tell i’m not over it#this fucking series. this fucking series#damn you light yagami for getting to me so much#time to read time speaks and cope#also can you tell i accidentally deleted a paragraph of this and had to rewrite it while incredibly annoyed ajskrkfjskem#a rare astronaut ramble written entirely on my phone instead of at my computer wowie#also thinking heavily about L and the Persona and Status of L and how much it oroboros-es itself#the name lawliet never actually shows up in the manga y’know. he hides it well for the entire series#L was only ever L here. but who even is that#sighhh
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I love Lucy Maclean, she’s such a sweetheart
#fallout#lucy maclean#I’m just so glad they made a naive protagonist but made her actually likable and competent#like you can tell from my blog that I typically enjoy and relate to male characters more but#I WOULD DIE FOR LUCY#I dunno if I’ll draw more of the fallout show but I’m really considering cause I love all three of the main characters#it took some getting used to Maximus cause I was like BRO JUST STOP ACTING SUS AND MAYBE PEOPLE WILL LISTEN TO YOH MOREEE#But he definitely grew on me#he is also a precious bean that needs to be protected#and possibly taught social cues cause damn did he screw himself over a lot bc of that 😂 😭#OH MAN AND NORM#I LOVE HIM#I know he’s not really a main character but I’m DYING for more of him#I totally thought I was gonna hate norm and Lucy since both are kinda tropey characters but they’re so damn well written#oh yeah and the ghoul is neat 🙂#( just saying this cause I know my sister will read these tags and attack me if I don’t say something positive about the ghoul LOL)#doodle#my art
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something about these two…
#hello new fav show ahhh#i binge watched 911 over the past month an MAN Buck was meant to be my fav character lol#no bcs at first i really did not like him AT ALL but it only took a few episodes and BOOM#i can write a whole ass book about whatever him and Eddie have going on like damn#also this show is so gay no wonder i’m enjoying it that much#911 abc#911 fandom#buddie#evan buckley#evan buck buckely#eddie diaz#buddie fanart#art#fanart#drawing#911
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Is anyone else so excited that the little dance choreography over the closing credits of Fangs of Fortune not only changes with each arc to include guest stars and relevant settings, but also shows the actors getting better at it?
I love that it basically shows the growing teamwork and character development in microcosm by having everyone in the most recent clips be more in unison and more polished, just as they have started to work better as a team!
(I am so interested to see what happens with the closing credits dance as they recover from the events of the most recent episode!)
#fangs of fortune#dance break#closing credits#this show is just so damn smart!#I also love that the song for the closing credits was played over the sword dance in yesterday’s episode#and that everyone gets a line#and that its lyrics include lines from the show itself#because that context takes it from a cute and goofy and quirky little song to something that’s so much more#and I’m looking forward to getting context for the rest of the lyrics#and all the ways I’m sure it will break my heart in the future
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i wonder if, hypothetically, cherik were to become canon
where would it happen?
the movies or the comics?
cause like i’m kinda expecting marvel to bring in more mutants to the mcu and possibly after this multiversal saga we’ll having something related to mutants? who knows
but would the writers be like “hey lets not be cowards this time and make the old men kiss!” or just focus more on the actual mutant existence (no clue what marvel has planned honestly)
OR they would somehow make it happen in the comics
fyi, i’m not up to date with the comics and i only have a brief knowledge of them but how would they do it?
would they try and mention a past relationship that was never mentioned until now or would they just have one of them go “i always had feelings for this guy but never acted on them”??
honestly no idea
but it would be cool nonetheless cus cherik canon
me thinking of the possibilities ^^^
#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#x men#magneto#proffesor x#xmcu#I NEED TO READ MORE COMICS SO I CAN KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT 😭😭😭#it’s a slow progress though CAUSE THERES SO MANY???#i know i don’t need to read it all but unfortunately i have a completionist mindset so it don’t feel right not leaving things unread#with the movies would they just kinda mention and show off a bit and be done#or would they make a whole thing of it (PLEASE)#need more xmen movies and movies with mutants in them NEOW#also random nonrelated thing but getting notifs of likes and reblogs for my posts make me so happy#i’ve never been active in online things so getting attention now 🤩#GOD DAMN I LOVE THIS PLACE#anyway moment of weakness over#cherik canon cause i said so
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I really don’t understand why people hate Tommy so much? Like. It’s okay not to like the guy, but if you think he’s just a temporary love interest anyways then literally why do you care???
#and this is coming from a buddie shipper!!!!#I’m mostly over bucktommy personally but I still indulge from time to time#but honestly I’m following more bucktommy people than buddie rn bc some of y’all have lost your damn minds over hating a fictional guy#like jfc get a grip and utilize tumblrs filtering features like the rest of us#facism is on the rise and I just want to enjoy my stupid firefighter show without having to see this dumb stuff#WHICH BTW if you’re gonna act foolish then can you at least tag it properly? I’m so fucking tired guys#anyways this is me humbly asking folks to learn the wonders of bitching in the group chat and letting people live#thank you and goodnight#911#fandom drama#phil speaks#oh ALSO#BUCKTOMMY SHIPPERS ARE NOT OFF THE HOOK#if I see ANYONE saying stupid shit I’m blocking so don’t come at me with any bullshit#anyone participating in this stupid ship war is annoying to me and that’s that
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henren are still together but most of their plots are about their kids or issues in their marriage. They did have the set up for an interesting plot involving a corrupt public official in season 8 but the show resolved it in a single episode. There problem is there's one other gay man on the show, Josh, but he doesn't get relationships or even much focus outside of his work so Tommy being written out is pretty much the death of rep for gay men who started the show because of bucktommy and because they saw themselves in Tommy.
Idk this is kind of weird to me, I’m a black nonbinary bisexual person, and there’s not a single black nonbinary bi person in the show (as far as I know idk again I’m only on the beginning of season 2). And I’m really happy with the queer representation on 9-1-1 for the most part? Even w/ the henren cheating arc (ugh) and even though I can’t 100% relate to any of the queer experiences on the show, a show having a main couple that’s unapologetically black and Lesbian, is still representation for the community and the loss of 1 gay white man doesn’t mean that we’re losing representation in my opinion.
Though again, I haven’t met Tommy yet so idk, maybe he’s way better written than Hen or Karen. Also, I feel like all of the couples on the show have had marriage or kid issues? Maybe that’s all HenRen becomes, but if that’s the case, why are people less angry about that than Tommy leaving? If 9-1-1 is fumbling this badly with like the only black lesbian couple as main characters representation on network tv, that’s kind of a big deal.
Idk I was just kinda side eyeing some of the comments I saw like this, it feels like people are saying that Tommy is more important and better representation than HenRen and it’s making all my fandom racism alarms go off, like again, maybe they totally fumble HenRen and Tommy is like a beautifully written gay character the likes of which we’ve never seen before, but the things people have been saying have been WEIRD!
Also I just met Josh! Does he really never get a boyfriend??? UGH! And I know Athena’s mean gay husband doesn’t show up in later seasons bc the actors anti mask allegedly too, so I do kinda understand the frustration! It’s just like, still weird. But when I get to season 8 in 2045 I’ll do like a whole fun analysis thing with bucktommy in mind.
#this is the last I’ll pay attention to this until I get into the later seasons because I feel like I’m missing so much context#is Tommy Kinard really that good#damn#and are Hen and Karen really that bad#DAMN😭#I was promised that they’d get better after the cheating arc#don’t do this to me please#sorry if it seems like im not taking this seriously#it’s just because I’m not#I want to understand why you guys feel the way you do so bad tho#and reading weeks coming up so I’m gonna lock in#maybe I’ll hop on the#bucktommy#train and grieve with you divas#but if henren gets as bad as you’re saying I’ll stop watching the show#like I love black people tf#but I think people are over exaggerating a bit for fandom racism reasons#or at least they better be#I’m not watching 8 seasons of a black lesbian couple hating each other#ok bye 9-1-1 nation#this is my first fandom ask you know!!#very exciting#9 1 1 tv#henren#how many tags can I actually add before they make me stop#oh I also don’t like henren being kinda framed as oppositional to bucktommy#it’s weirddd
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finished fleabag
#in like two days too#genuinely speechless damn#i knew ab the it’ll pass but still leaves me cold and empty nonetheless#wtf#andrew scott ilu#ok but deadass he was so fucking good in this (so was phoebe waller-bridge ofc but had to highlight him bc WOAH)#I’m def losing it over the final scene but the whole show was so good but so sad but also bittersweet and AGHHH#fleabag#:( but in a 😟 way#need to go back to my silly medical malpractice show NOW
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AUUUUGHHHHH MY HEAD HURTS SO BAD
#face#new stupid hat!!!!!#i had so much fucking fun. my boyfriend ended up going with me and staying the whole time :) he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to#we both got drunk i got really stoned we both talked to the dudes from the second band for a WHILE and got cheap leather from em#cuz their singer makes leather like cuffs and collars n that kinda shit#AND THEIR LEATHER IS SOURCED FROM A FUCKING REZ. ITS FUCKING INSANE ITS SO COOL#but also their singer was looking at my tattoos and was like HOW OLD ARE YOU??? and he looks like he’s around my moms age#so that made me feel really fucking good abt my tattoos .#they’re the band that had the heavy metal parking lot shirt#also!!!! talked to the guitarist from the first band outside (i want him BAD) and he got all excited when i said i loved his solos and their#set was fucking crazy and he gave me a couple stickers and then when me and my bf’s bf were talking to the singer from the second band#the guitarist from the first one comes over and starts talking to me again and says he likes my shirt and then he was like yeah man i saw#you out there and i was like damn this seems like the kinda guy that’ll love this set i fucking hope he does I think i’m in love with him.#listen to takacs (columbus based??) + razorblade (pittsburgh)#apparently ppl at thrash shows like my tattoos! i need 2 look into the local thrash scene more
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~ 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚂𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~
💚💜 𝙶𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚘𝚛: @charismakat 💚💜
·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚎!𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚂𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑— 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 😭💔. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙻 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙵𝚁 💖💝💘💗˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙**·̩̩̥͙
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟺,𝟷𝟺𝟺
𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 👩🏾🦱💚
𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎🐢💜
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝟸 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗, 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢. 𝚂𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗-𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚌. 𝙰𝚃. 𝙰𝙻𝙻. 𝙸 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎 ��𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜.)
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“April, you gotta focus…”
“I am focused!”
Donatello crossed his arms along his plastron, glaring at his older sister as his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. “Alright then. If you’re ever so focused like you say you are…then riddle me this: what is that phone doing in your hand?” The softshell turtle asked, pointing to April’s phone that was in the palm of her hand.
The girl looked away sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck and not even bothering to say a rebuttal to the question. The younger teen sighed impatiently, pinching the bridge of his snout.
The two siblings were currently in April’s bedroom, sitting on her carpeted floor along with some papers and folders scattered around them. The two were wearing their pajamas— as it was night time when they decided they should meet up and study. Well…for April to study.
The girl in question wore a black t-shirt with green checkerboard pants, and also wearing a bonnet for her hair along with her signature green glasses. Donnie on the other hand wore his signature purple hoodie, purple leg warmers and as well as his purple mask.
The older one scoffed, quickly sliding the phone underneath her bed and grabbing the history notes that were placed next to her. The girl straightened her posture, pretending to look over the messy notes she took earlier in class, making 'mhm’s' and 'uh-huh’s' here and there.
“What phone?” She asked innocently as if she wasn’t on YouTube a couple seconds ago.
The mutant dramatically sighed, massaging his forehead and laying down on the carpeted floor, his plastron facing up. The human teenager dramatically sighed as well, mimicking her brother’s fall on the floor.
“You can’t blame me for this, Dee! Studying is so freaking boring.” She groaned. “When am I ever going to have to know about these old guys in real life?” April asked genuinely, looking at her notes with the Founding Fathers faces on it before shivering, putting the pictures of them face down. The turtle teen sat back up, giving her an unamused eyebrow raise.
“April…”
“No! Like seriously. Let’s be real for a second here, Don. Who the absolute hell is gonna randomly come up to me and say: Who was the guy that led the battle of Ft. Sumter?” She said as she sat up as well. The softshell turtle blinked at her, then blinked at her once more, slightly tilting his head to the side in confusion.
“Your…history teacher?” He stated, chuckling a bit. The girl threw a nearby pillow at her brother as he laughed, catching it and throwing it back at her. “Besides him!” She groaned, putting the pillow to the other side of her.
The purple banded turtle sighed, “Riri…I know this is atrociously boring for you but you got to at least make an effort here. This is your last grade of the 3rd semester!” Donnie stated sternly, reaching into his backpack and pulling out his computer that he brought with him when sneaking into the other's apartment. The older sighed, crossing her arms and glaring at the floor stubbornly. She absolutely hated when Donnie had a point.
Which was usually 99.9% of the time…but still!
April rested her cheek in her palms, “I have a 88% in History though…” She pouted, trying to reason with her brother that they didn’t really need to study so freaking hard to delay the ONE bad grade she’s about to get.
And anyway, if she flunked this test, what’s the worst it could bump her grade down to? An 84? Possibly a 80? Yeah…no. She’s completely fine with those odds for sure.
“Besides, it’s in two days.” The human girl said, getting up from where she was sitting to go on her phone again. Donnie huffed, now starting to grow annoyed at his sister’s lack of motivation and focus. “The test is in two days and yet you still don’t know the 8th amendment…” The younger spat, glaring at his computer screen as he began to type more harshly by every passing word he typed.
“…Isn’t that the one which gives us the right to keep and bear arms?”
“That’s the second amendment…the eighth amendment is not being able to give cruel or unusual punishments.” Donnie explained whilst rolling his eyes.
Oh sweet pizza supreme in the sky…April was so screwed for this test…
“I was close enough…” The older groaned, going over to sit next to the other, leaning on his shoulder. “What’re you doing, anyway?” She asked, poking the purple banded teen’s cheek as she saw the evident scowl on the younger one’s face. The softshell rolled his eyes once more, pushing his sister slightly but with no real force to it.
“I’m looking at you’re grades, actually.” Donnie said in a very calm voice which only worked to his benefit as April’s eyes bulged like saucers. She grabbed the young genuis' laptop, looking through the tabs to actually make sure he was on her school app and he didn’t just hack in and steal her account.
“Wha— since when the FUCK did you have access to my grades, Donatello?” The older teen asked, looking at the younger as if she was .2 seconds away from hitting him with her bat from here, all the way to New Jersey.
“I’ve always had access to your grades.” The younger teenager shrugged, trying his best to ignore his older sister’s very angry tone. “Your username is April and your password is O’Neil…both in caps. It wasn’t really that hard to figure out, sis. It’s literally your well-known catchphrase.” He chuckled.
“Your password for all of your electronics is literally Bootyyyshaker9000! You have no right to talk about 'bad passwords.'” April scoffed, raising an eyebrow at Donnie who only laughed more at her retort, taking back his computer. “Touché.” He nodded.
“But the reason why I’m under your school account in the first place is because I’m looking over your notes and I have made digital flashcards based on most of them. You’re welcome.” The softshell explained, showing the other teen the flashcards he’s made. The eldest to laughed fondly, “Alright, Mr. Tech wiz. Show me whatcha got.”
“Let’s see…” The taller teen mumbled, scrolling through the flashcards before settling on one to ask his sibling. “Okay…who was defeated in the Battle of Gettysburg?” He asked, looking up at April only to find a nervous expression plastered on her face…an expression translating to 'I dunno what the answer is.'
“Abraham…Lincoln…?” April guessed in a small voice, knowing she was completely 100% wrong in every which way but couldn’t help at least trying.
“Wrong; obviously. But…you already knew that. The correct answer was Robert E Lee.” Donnie stated before looking down at his computer, searching for another flashcard. The softshell was about to ask another question but before he could muster up a word, he saw his sister’s facial expression.
No longer smug. Nor bored.
She was…blushing?
“Something wrong, Riri?” The younger asked, finding the flustered state of his older sister completely hilarious. The girl in questionn cleared her throat, rubbing the back of her neck before looming at her sibling again, “Are…Are you sure that’s his last name…? The…Robert dude you just mentioned.” The older asked as the softshell looked back at the computer, re-reading the text. “Mhm. I’m positive. That is what it says. You can look him up yourself if you’d like.”
April groaned for probably the millionth time, putting her face into her palms. Because…Lee? Fucking really? This Robert E Lee guy couldn’t have picked a better last name for himself? He HAD to choose that as a last name?
Donnie shook his head fondly at his eldest sibling’s flustered state, searching for more of the flashcards he pulled up on his computer. Preferably more about this Robert E Lee fellow.
This embarrassed state of the eldest was a very rare sight— kind of like a once-in-a-full-moon sort of thing. So Donnie would do what any good sibling would do in this moment and enjoy the literal hell out of it while it lasted.
The purple cladded teen smiled, “If you were too much in…a mood to study, you could’ve just told me, April.” He giggly joked, which only caused the older to bury her face into her hands more, muttering a quiet 'shut up', but with no real venom behind it. The softshell chuckled, scrolling through the flashcards before pausing.
Holy mother of Pearl…hold ON a freaking second.
Now that he thought about it, it made so much sense that April was in…a mood. No wonder she was so unfocused! Either he’s completely over-analyzing this whole…situation or April’s just being a drama queen instead of just asking him to help with her whole…situation. Either or.
But he was going to bet his money on the first guess.
Suddenly, Donnie was snapped out of his thoughts as April grabbed his shoulder’s and started to shake him back and fourth somewhat in an aggresive manner. She sighed, noticing the pure surprise in the softshell’s eyes that he was now in fact out of Donnie-land and back on Earth.
“Oh thank God…I thought I was going to have to whack you with my bat to get you to respond.” April joked. But the purple banded turtle knew damn well (definitely not because of past experiences) that his sister would not hesitate to use her bat if she needed to.
“Anyways…we should take a break.” The girl said suddenly, trying to change the subject. The younger teen raised an amused brow, knowing exactly what his sister was doing and decided to play along. The turtle let out a a small laugh, “We took a break ten minutes ago.”
The eldest rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest a she huffed, “So let’s take another one!”
Donnie pinched the bridge of his snout— he was so SO close to punting April out of her apartment window…head. first. Oh sweet Gram-Gram up above have mercy on him.
The duo had just spent thirty minutes just arguing back and forth whether or not they should study…but they haven’t even truly studied yet! If they couldn’t get back on track soon, Donnie would fear he would be here all night…which…he wouldn’t really mind, of course. He loves spending time with his sister but he has more important things to do than help her study.
Like watching Bridgerton for example!
…Don’t judge him…
But anyway— April needed to start getting these facts in her brain ASAP! The test was in two days for crying out loud. And Donnie knows that April studying at the very last minute would not always give her B+'s and solid A-'s…much to the older’s disagreement.
“Y'know…I actually have an idea to help you with you’re sudden lack of motivation towards studying, Riri…” The younger smiled, trying to keep his tone as monotone as possible but couldn’t help the cheeky smile spreading across his face. The human girl raised suspicious a brow, not liking the sudden change of tone and facial expressions from her little brother.
That goofy little turtle was up to something. And April just KNOWS she’s going to be the victim of whatever he was planning.
“What’s this idea of yours, little brother?” She asked, suspicion clear in her voice as her chocolate brown eyed narrowed at him. “For it to work, can you sit directly in front of me so your back is facing towards yours truly?” The mutant asked, voice still very calm but his expression clearly mischievous. April’s suspicion only rose as her younger brother spoke…but did as she was told, sitting in front of him so her back was facing his front.
“Okaaaaay…? Now what? Any more instructions?” The girl asked, her suspicion being replaced by genuine confusion. The younger teen snickered, “I think it would be better if I…use an example.” He explained.
“Let me just think of a random question…oh! During WWI, what did the British manufacture and poison?” The young genius asked, waiting for his sister to answer. He couldn’t see the other’s expression as of right now, but he could just tell by her body language that she had absolutely no clue. The older rubbed the back of her neck, shrugging, “Psh…uh, I dunno…guns…?”
Donnie paused for a moment, trying his best to cover up his laugh with a cough. The younger wiped a happy tear from his eye before fixing his posture, putting the computer to the side of him. “I’m sorry…guns? April, how can you poison a GUN?” He asked, trying to understand the logic behind his eldest sibling’s answer.
April groaned, “Dude I just said I didn’t know! It was the 1600’s or something! Who’s to say they DIDN’T poison guns?!”
The softshell’s left eye twitched, “WWI takes place in the 1800’s…”
The chocolate brown eyed teen turned around to her brother slightly, “Are you sure about that?” (John Cena reference goes crazy…)
“YES!!!”
“Alright alright! Jeez…no need to shout. Heard you loud and clear, Houston.” She mumbled, resting her cheek on her palm because…
Houston, she definitely had a problem.
Her Civil War test was in two freaking days and she barely even knew what century it took place in. She was screwed. She was the definition of the word screwed.
And anyways, tenth grade sucked major ass anyway. Flunking one History class wouldn’t be so bad. But April knew damn well Donnie, along with Raph, Leo, Mikey, Splinter, her Mom and literally everyone else in here life would not let her even touch an ounce of flunking.
She sighed, “…How is this supposed to be helping me again? Because this is literally the same tactic we’ve been doing but instead I’m facing away from you.”
The young genuis hummed knowingly, looking at the computer screen behind him, “You got the question I asked wrong, correct?”
“I…mean, yeah. Why are you askiEEEEK—!” The girl shreiked, hugging her middles as her younger sibling randomly poked her in the ribs. She turned her head around once more, glaring at the taller teen, “Donnie…what the actual fuck?” She seethed.
Which, in retrospect, that tone would’ve had the young genuis running for the hills any day…but today was not that day.
“Okay…so here’s what we’re gonna do, sis.” The younger one grinned cheekily, “I’ll ask you Civil War questions from the flashcards. If you get a question right, nothing happens. But if you get a question wrong I’ll have to tickle you.” He finished like it was the most casual sentence to say.
“How is that fair?” April huffed.
“This studying tactic helps you with you’re current mood AND helps you study more. It’s pretty fair if you ask me.” The softshell snickered.
“I hope you get run over by a car when you’re heading back to the lair…” The eldest grumbled, turning back around to face away from the taller teen.
The other barked out a laugh, finding this whole situation completely and utterly hilarious. “Love you too, Riri.” He smiled, “Now! Shall we get started~?”
“Do I even have a choice at this point…?”
“No…not really!” The purple banded turtle shrugged, going onto the computer to pull up a question. April giggled slightly, trying to stifle her laughs by covering her mouth. Donnie snickered at the adorable sight, poking his sister’s side, “I haven’t even tickled you yet and you’re already giggling up a storm…I wonder why that is…”
“Shuhut uhup yohou Megaha-mihihind looking thing...” The smaller teen grumbled, swatting at the other’s hands as he merely chuckled, “Alright…in what year did the Civil War begin?” He asked.
The glasses wielding teenager thought a bit, “Well…you said earlier tonight it was started in, like, the 1800's…”
“Mhm. So what year?”
“Like…1855…?” She guessed, which resulted in Donnie carrying out his promise as he to tickle her underarms. The older let out an inhuman shriek, clamping her arms down as she kicked her feet on the carpet, “DOHONNIE!!” She shouted through her laughs.
“Hm? What’s up? You need something April?”
“STAHAHAP IHIT!” The smaller teen cried out, squirming back and forth. The softshell rolled his eyes fondly, “You’re just a couple years off. C'mon, just guess.”
“1843?!”
“Higher…” Donnie commented as he scribbled his nails on the sides of her neck. The human girl shrieked, scrunching her shoulders as her back fell against the turtle’s plastron, “1865!!!”
“Lower…that’s when it ended. But you’re still super close.” The mutant stated, moving his fingers down to tickle at her sides. April shook her head hugging her middles as she banged the balls of her feet harder on the floor, “1864???”
“Lower…” The turtle said as he gave one quick squeeze to her hips. The girl jolted, letting out a loud, hilarious and genuine scream as she laughed, “1861!!! IHIHIT’S 1861!!! DAHAHAMMIT *squeal* STAHAH—!!” The human teen covered her mouth in surprise, blushing profusely at the noise she just let out.
The mutant couldn’t help but giggle in amusement, happy and somewhat shocked at the noise that escaped his sibling’s mouth, “Awe~! Okay, now that was straight up adorable.”
“ShuHUT UHUP.” The girl threatened, still hugging her middles which Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle to. “I do not know why you are so hostile towards me. My tactic is helping you!”
“Lihihike hehehell ihit ihihihis…” April grumbled. The young genius raised an amused brow, crossing his arms, “When did the Civil War start?”
“…1861…” She mumbled.
“And when did it end?”
“…1865…”
Fucking smartass…
“Point taken…” April huffed as she glared to the side, crossing her arms as the taller teen pulled up another question, “Alrighty then. What fort did Confederate General P.G.T Beauregard fire on to officially start the Civil War?”
The girl blinked, “…What fort? Like…a pillow fort?” The turtle jabbed her in the side, resulting in a loud squeal from his sister. “IHI’M BEING SERIOUS, YOHOU ASS!”
Donnie feigned a fake gasp, wrapping one arm around April’s chest, keeping her arms in place as the other hand worked its way down and tickled all over her stomach.
The eldest let out an ear piercing scream, kicking her legs on the floor even harder. “I’ll ask again: What fort did Confederate General P.G.T Beauregard fire on to start the Civil War?”
“IHI— *squeak* DAHA— *hic* FUHUCKIN DAHAHAMMIT!!!”
“Mmm…nope. That’s not it~!”
“DEEHEEHEE!!!”
“I’m barely even touching you!” Donnie scoffed, “To think what would happen if I—”
“FAHAH— *hic* FAHAHA— *squeal* FOHORT SUHUHUMTER!!! IHIHI— *hic* DOHOHON!!!” And just like that, the taller teen stopped yet again as he scrolled on his computer. “Cahan Ihi gehehet breaks at leheheast?” April giggled out. Donnie chuckled at the question, “This right now is your break. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
Oh God up above that little walking talking green beanstalk will be in a world of hurt after all of this was over…
The purple banded turtle released April from his embrace, “This is an easy one. Who was elected—”
“LIHINCOLN! ABRAHAM LINCOLN!!!” The girl shouted immediately, letting out a huge wave of relief wash through her…that lasted, like, a good second and a half before she felt fingers poking her in the back, causing her to flinch involuntarily. “IHI ANSWERED COHORRECT, YOHOU FOHOHOUR EYED FREEHEEK!”
Donnie let out a satisfied huff, resuming to scribble at the elder’s underarms, “Well first things first: Your wearing glasses right now. So I don’t even know why your setting yourself up—” April squirmed so frantically that her glasses fell off of her face. The softshell turtle couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden action that played in front of him, “I stand corrected.”
The girl wheezed softly, a small tinted blush spreading on her face, “YOHOU— *squeak* THIHIS IHIHIS CHEATING!!”
“Hohow is this cheating?” Donnie asked innocently, tickling the other’s underarms harder.
“NAHA— *hic* IHI GOHOHOT IHIT *hic* RIHIHIGHT!!!”
“Oh. My apologies then.” The taller teen said, chuckling as the other in front of him grumbled curses and threats here and there. “Okay…what was the CSS Hunley?”
“…Thehe whahahat…?”
“I talked about this several times…” The turtle mused, his finger inching excruciatingly close to April’s hips. The eldest held onto her little brother’s wrists, shaking her head back and forth as loud cackles echoed around the room, “IHI REHEALLY *hic* *hic* DUHUHUNO! DOHOHON *squeal* PLEHEASE *hic*!!!”
“Oho don’t you even. You should have been listening to me when I was explaining this to you!”
“IHI WAHAS IHI *hic* WAHAHAS!!!”
The softshell chuckled at the retort, tasing April in the side causing her to let out a goblin-like shriek. “Wohoah…I’ve never hear that noise before…” The smaller teen wheezed out a tired laugh, slumping against her brother’s plastron.
Maybe instead of just flunking this test she could just simply pass way right here right now. The younger rested his chin on April’s shoulder, giving her a knowing look. She gulped in giddy panic, small giggles escaping her mouth once again.
He wouldn’t. He would never…oh, who is April kidding?! Of course that windshield wiper look-a-like would…
“We’ll skip this one. The answer was a submarine. We literally listened to Yellow Submarine by The Beatles to help you get the jist of it…” The softshell sighed knowingly, “This is an easy one…”
“Whose military genius and personality is often credited with holding the Confederate Army together?” The softshell asked, wiggling his fingers near April’s sides in an anticipatory manner.
“STAHAP DOING THAHAT!!!” April yelled. “I’m not doing anything! You’re going to get it wrong anyway so I’m just participating in the inevitable.” The young genius said, putting his hands in his lap and smiling down on his computer. More nervoud giggles escaped the other’s mouth, wanting to absolutely punt her little brother right here and right now.
Because believe it or not, she did actually know the answer to this question…since the answer was that dumb Robert E. Lee guy.
And worst of all, Donnie knows she knows the answer to the question. He just wants to be a little shit.
“Times up, O’Neil~!”
“WHAHAT!?!? YOHOU NEHEVER *squeal* SAHAHAID IHI *squeal* WAHAS TIHIMED!!!” The eldest squealed.
“Well I did just now, didn’t I?” The younger one teased, pinching the spot where April’s side met her hips. “OHO YOHOHOU— *squeak* FUHUHUCKIN SHIHIHIT!!! MY *hic* GOHOD! NAHAT *hic* THEHERE!!!”
“Aw but why not~? Is riiiight here better~?” The purple banded turtle asked innocently, tickling his sister’s hips mercilessly. The girl lurched her back up out in hopes that she could at least buck Donnie off of her, but the younger turtle only smiled and continued his attack as he drilled his fingers into his sister’s hips.
April screeched, “DEEHEE!!! YOHOU LIHITTLE SHIHA— *hic* NAHAT *squeal* THEHE HIHI- *hic* PLEHEHEASE!!!”
“D'aww~! Is my tough big sister too ticklish for this~? I think she is~!” Donnie teased. “STAHAP STAHAP!! YOHOU *squeal* GEHET *hic* OHOHOFF OHOF *hic* MEEHEE!!!”
“Oho my banana pancakes…I forgot how ticklish you are despite your usual tough teen demeanor…”
April screamed in laughter, “DOHOHONNIE!!!”
“Yes, my beloved older sister whom I love dearly?”
“STAHAHAP *hic* IHIT NOHOHOW!!!”
“Then what’s the answer~? I know you know it~!”
“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAY!!! THAHAT RAHA— *squeak* THEHE ROHOBERT *hic* GUHUHUY!!! DEEHEE COHOME OHOHON!!” The girl laughed, happy tears welling up in her eyes slightly. The taller teen stopped, letting the other slump against him as she giggled tiredly. “So~! Based on everything we’ve gone over tonight…could you give me a quick little summary on what we went over?”
April rolled her eyes, adjusting herself so she was facing her little brother again. The softshell grabbed a Sprite from April’s mini fridge at the bottom of her bed, tossing her one of the soda’s.
The elder teenager basically chugged the drink, putting the empty can to the side, pondering her answer a little bit before saying, “The Cihivil Wahar staharted in…like, 1861 and ended in 1865. Basically, Confederate troops fihired on Fohort Sumter— which ihihis in Charleston Haharbor. Sohouth Carolina could nohot put uhuhup with a federal fohort blohohocking aha sea port—” The teen paused, looking at her brother in pure shock as the other just smiled back at her.
“…Holy fucking shit. I sound like yohou explaining sohohome gadget ohor something.” The girl chuckled out. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” The purple cladded turtle said, crossing his arms amusingly.
April chuckled at the gesture, resting her cheek on her palm again, “Yeheah…I guess. Thanks fohor the help, Deehee…”
“Anything for my big sis!” The softshell smiled, turning to close his computer. “We should do these study sessions more often! It helped you know more about your topic and it helped you with your current mood.” He grinned teasingly.
“You’re out of your damn mind.” The eldest glared, crossing her arms as she scoffed at the offer. But the younger did 100% take notice that she didn’t deny the suggestion by any means.
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#If you are unaware…YES. Robert E Lee is an actual person#He’s ugly af— I don’t reccommend searching him up#HIS LAST NAME THO?!?!? MY GOSH during History class in Middle School I was blushing up a STORM#I projected onto April sm in this it’s not even funny 😭😭#Where are all the Lee!April tickle fics bruh???#We need to show her some love you guys 🥹💗✨💕💞#Rottmnt#Rottmnt tickle#Lee!April#Ler!Donnie#Rottmnt tickle fic#Rottmnt tickle fanfiction#I love these two sm they’re the duo EVER (I say that with every duo EVER…)#💚💜#DNA DUOOO AHHHH#Whoever came up with that duo name ur a genuis u deserve an Oscar#Also Don watching Bridgerton is canon (idk how to spell it HELPPPPP)#I was in the writing room TRUUUUST ☺️💅🏾#Tmnt tickle#I do *COugH* have another *COUgh* Lee!April fic in the *cOugH* works so look out for that#Whaaaaat I mean I didn’t say anythingggg 🫣🫣🫣…#I hope you guys like this though#🥲👍🏾#Idk how well this will do since I don’t think ppl like Lee!April a lot over the turtles but ughmshdhdm#THROWS THIS DUMPSTER FIRE OF A FIC ON UUU 💞💝💕💓🩷#Also uh…this is gonna be like my 6th Rise fic I think??????#Damn.#If no one is going to write for this girlboss I will GLADLY do it myself 🥹💓💗🩷#Tried making this one a TAAAAAAD bit longer 😭💅🏾…#The Grape duo…my absolute babies…I’m gonna SOBBBB I love them sm ✨💞💗
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something so personal about the parallel that is travis saying "quit acting like such a saint" to natalie (someone who is constantly being thought guilty of sin- though they never had sex) and shauna loving the saints because 'they were all so tragic' and then eulogizing jackie as a saint (someone who travis had sex with before her death)
they're so who is the lamb and who is the knife coded
#not to mention shauna wanted to have sex with jackie / travis wanted to have sex with natalie but couldn’t bc of societal implications#jackie is thought to be a priss for not having sex with jeff but it was bc she didn’t love him and wanted to save herself#and natalie is thought to be a sl*t bc she didn’t save herself even though she wanted to do it with someone she loved#and she was always going to be thought of as one bc people will make their own assumptions of you#which is the only reason why jackie even stays with jeff#beyond that they’re the perfect example of self preservation over selfishness#or rather it as a concept because they’re both hiding from themselves in the real world and in the woods#(and I love them both for it)#natalie sacrifices herself daily willingly and jackie wouldn't lift a finger at least when stranded for anyone unless she were forced to#bc I think deep down natalie has put herself in danger both for others but also bc she’s suicidal and jackie is rightfully selfish bc she#doesn’t want to die. but we’re not ready for that conversation#natalie indirectly caused the death of another person and jackie unintentionally committed ‘the ultimate sin’ but only one will be damned#just thinking#also this isn’t me saying that having sex or sex before marriage is a sin I’m only referencing christianity/religious imagery in the show#nor is su*cide or thoughts of su*cide#yellowjackets#they are NEVER beating the laura / audrey allegations (and yes I’m aware they’re very different)#natalie x jackie#jackienat#k
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i know i talk alot about aimilios in your asks and (on some occasions in your tags) but i think that out of the two ribbons is undoubtedly my favorite. my little eevee baby. my sweet girl who would call me a stinker. shes so awesome. (also ive been meaning to write a fic about her and amilios but thats for another time)
THANK YOOU. She is my silly little Eevee daughter aswell and I love her so fucking much.
#I TRY REALLY HARD TO BALANCE ART I DO OF HER AND AIMILIOS BC REALISTICALLY??? I LOVE BOTH OF THEM. SM.#Ribbons’ is especially fun to explore with her silliness/boundless energy in contrast to her over emotional outbursts.#(Especially Her And Dusknoir post game. Ive been drawing a lot w/ Aimilios and him but I’m SUPER EXCITED TO GET INTO THEIR BAGGAGE.)#NOT THE BRIGHTEST POKÉMON. BUT WILL TRY HER DAMN HARDEST THAT HER TINY LITTLE EEVEE BODY CAN MUSTER.#also very happy you sent this ask cause I am WORKING on stuff regarding her and that Old Man.#ALSO??? POTENTIAL FIC??? OF MY LITTLE GIRLIE????? 🥺🥺🥺 WAAAAAYGHH:;;..:;#if you ever do so you BETTER SHOW ME
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Alright friends, I have seen many wonderful posts about Tinn’s mom, but I can’t sleep so I’m writing one of my own. I have many thoughts and feelings about her because I ADORE her.
There are so many things to talk about regarding her relationship with Tinn and her journey on how to accept and best support him BUT I’m not gonna talk about that. I’m barely going to mention Tinn. I need to talk about this because I haven’t seen it mentioned yet: she is damn good at her job. I love that we had a misdirect at the beginning of the show from Gun’s perspective that she would be an antagonist that’s out to get the music club. Then we shifted to Tinn’s POV and we got to see that she isn’t out to get anyone. She’s a high school principal just trying to make sure her school keeps on running. We don’t know the exact details of what scuffle the music club got into the previous year. But as the principal, it makes sense that she is making tough choices. Clubs that cause problems that result in damages that need to be paid during a time where she has to tighten the budget? It makes sense that she would consider disbanding the music club. Tinn and Gun’s worldview is smaller because they are students at the high school. They can’t see the whole picture that Tinn’s mother sees and has to see in order to keep the school running. Does she make things more difficult for the music club? Absolutely she does, but not because she wants to. It’s literally her job. She needs to make sure the rest of the school can still function.
She also never stops the music club from trying. In fact, I’d say she encourages it, even though they might not realize it. She signs off on letting them compete but only once they’ve improved their grades. It feels unfair and impossible to the band but it is completely reasonable. “Keep up your schoolwork and your academics and you’ll be allowed to participate in this extracurricular activity with the school’s blessing.” That was a rule at my high school. It isn’t her job to just give students what they want willy nilly. It’s her job to make sure the students are set up for success in the future. Once their grades improve, she signs off on it. She might be skeptical and it might not be her thing, but never once does she stop a student from exploring their own interests.
Then we get to the homophobic teacher. She listens to his story while he demands punishment. She asks Tinn if what he said is correct. And she’s asking him because he’s involved, because he’s her son, but also because he’s the school president. Tinn has proven he is responsible and she takes that into consideration. She looks at the situation as a whole. She wants to make sure she hears both sides of the story. So many principals of people in authority will take the teacher’s side and not once ask for the student’s side of the story. But she is fair and she sees her students as people who deserve to be heard. And that entire scene I wasn’t worried about Kajorn’s punishment because I knew she would be fair because she is good at her job. Kajorn needed to be disciplined for using violence, but not for standing up to the homophobic teacher. And she punished accordingly. Then she moved on to tell the teacher what she would do regarding his role in the situation. She was being pressured by the other teacher’s regarding Tinn’s sexuality but she remained professional the entire time and did her job to support her students. And at the prom, standing right next to two of the homophobic teachers, who I’m sure texted her, she loudly told the students to cheer for Tinn and Gun.
She is doing everything in her power to make that school a safe place for students even if that means she has to face backlash. She does that because it’s her job. It’s not her job to judge students. It’s not her job to make life more difficult for students. It is her job to make sure each and every student in that school has the best chance for success when they eventually leave.
#my school president#my school president the series#my school president bl#sorry if the formatting is weird I’m on mobile and it’s being weird#anyway I very rarely get to gush about characters in administrative roles#and that’s literally what I do#I’m not really in education#kind of like a side step away from it#but I am an administrator and damn good at it too#and I have spoken to many incompetent principals#i have spoken to many school officials who do not care about their students the way she cares#I’ve also spoken to principals and school officials that do care and care a lot#I’ve had difficult conversations with many of them because they fight for their students but my hands are tied#it’s important that she shows tinn that she loves and supports him even if he dates a boy#but the importance of her loudly supporting them in her position cannot be overstated#more kids than just tinn are going to hear that#and they’re going to know that the highest authority in the school is safe#anyway I just had to geek out over the one administrator in all of the shows I watch that is good at their job#i really like administration okay
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who needs kids to pick on them when you already have a built in bully?
#cade’s things#cade’s thoughts 💭#I just love being bullied everyday by my mom#don’t you?#I also just love when she says that she’s gonna go and do things for me but never does or backs out last minute “somebody else can do that”#shoulda never showed her my school outfits like I do not give a damn abt them kids if they pick on me they pick on me but you’re obviously#not gonna care or be told abt it like ??#you really think I give a damn abt them kids who can’t even wash themselves properly ?!?!#also just like I do not dress for them I don’t buy clothes and be like “will I get bullied in this?”#and you talkin bout you tryna help me over an all pink outfit? a pink shirt wit white writing and pink leggings is too much pink?#like it’s a pink outfit that’s the point I don’t care abt them I just wanted to wear it#then I’m giving attitude all for saying that I’ll just pick out another outfit for that day since you don’t like that one#that’s what you said? started goin on a whole rant about how you bought a shirt for them leggings then went ahead and was like#“you’re only gonna be wearing jeans?” like yeah#i don’t have that many pairs of leggings for a 4 day school week#and that outfit was gonna be my only legging outfit but I can’t just wear a pink Regina George shirt and pink leggings wit white shoes that#would be too much pink? okay I really don’t care anymore#then wanna complain about my closet and the fact we’re moving and you don’t wanna spend a whole day packing it up like.#i did not choose to go to a one bedroom apartment where i’mma be living in the dining room area ?!?!#eh whatever#don’t really know why you care it ain’t like you gonna be wearing it and also for the last time I do not care about them kids#they don’t run my life if I got bullied you would not care and blame it on me or my clothes like right now#jesus christ I just can’t
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one aspect of lucifer rising that I love but I don’t think is discussed enough is that the function of the voicemail was to drive sam to suicide. Sam didn’t think he would survive killing Lilith, but it’s better to die as a monster who saved the world than die by his brothers gun
#Idk I remember like the second time I watched lucifer rising and went oh#OH#this was a suicide mission#Sam wanted to die here#and then I watched the commentary and kripke confirmed#and I was like#the way that Sams objective here was to die and also save the world#but instead he condemns the world and is given the promise of Never Fucking Dying from lucifer#like that’s SOOOOO#that’s So Fucking Sad#and so so good#that’s the type of storytelling that makes me vibrate bc I’m so !!!! Over it#Anyways this isn’t to excuse sams actions or anything. He shouldn’t have killed the nurse#but it is a damn good aspect of the show#spn#suicide#Also Ik this isn’t new I just always want to be talking about it#Therefore it isn’t discussed enough#Snsnsn
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