#Why I write Mikey with epilepsy
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brightlotusmoon · 10 months ago
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2003 Mikey chronic pain headcanons, give them to me.
Arthritis in both legs, for example. I headcanon him with hypermobility EDS III alongside the AuDHD. Restless Leg Syndrome. Chondromalacia Patellae. Sciatica. Tendinitis.
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brightlotusmoon · 11 months ago
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...hey look, I found my own Deanna Troi and disability rep post!
hey other autistic/adhd people, why do you like Star Trek?
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brightlotusmoon · 1 year ago
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Welp, time to disappoint my calendar by writing "had seizure" yesterday and today. The last one was the middle of August. Hey, just over two months is pretty good for 0 Days Without.
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brightlotusmoon · 8 months ago
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A snippet from a fanfic RP with @fire-fira . 2003 turtles meet some dimensional counterparts. Mikey is a telepath and everyone is casually snarky.
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"Well," Raph coughed. "See, y'know how Mikey always had a brain run on backwards logic an' sideways logic-"
"Quantum entanglement in neuronal form," Donnie supplied,
"-so, he was jawing on about all his thoughts, and there was that one about cats, and buttered toast, and the joke about putting buttered toast on a cat's back, and he was like, turtles can't get themselves upright on their shells, what if they were buttered..."
"You weren't supposed to think about it as an action," Mikey yelped, "it was a philosophical thought experiment!"
"How was I supposed to know that?"
"Dude, when have you ever taken my weird thoughts seriously?"
Raph's mouth clamped shut.
Donnie stared at the ceiling. "And this is why the Trolley Problem doesn't have a good solution nor should it."
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brightlotusmoon · 5 months ago
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brightlotusmoon · 11 months ago
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2024: Things are better with weed now
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brightlotusmoon · 3 months ago
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The baclofen and gabapentin kicked in while I was recovering from the seizure. The RSO and the vape kicked in. I am very medicated. The sensation of muscles relaxing and cooling off will always feel strange and weird and scary and beautiful and aaaahhhh
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brightlotusmoon · 5 months ago
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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Bay Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT) & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Michelangelo (TMNT), Raphael (TMNT), Donatello (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT), Splinter (TMNT), April O'Neil (TMNT), Casey Jones (TMNT), Chief Rebecca Vincent, Vernon Fenwick Additional Tags: Psychic Mikey, empath mikey, Mikey Is An Iron Woobie, Break the Cutie, Epilepsy, Autistic Original Character, Head Injury, Family Feels, Family Drama, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mikey is a cinnamon roll, Raph is a teddy bear, Mikey Has ADHD, Autistic Mikey, Neurodivergent Mikey, Michelangelo Has ADHD, Autistic Character, Disabled Character Summary:
Mikey is depressed. He doesn't understand why or how, but it's getting worse. After a severe head injury, he starts to realize that he's not the happy go lucky cheerful kid he thought he was. That's when an amateur therapist steps in. The Turtles' lives are unexpectedly changed.
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brightlotusmoon · 1 year ago
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National Epilepsy Awareness Month.
Sometimes I wonder if being on Trileptal for 15 years really did anything. I still wonder why my last seizure monitoring never showed anything after I started taking cannabis. I'm still impressed cannabis is part of my first line defense.
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brightlotusmoon · 2 years ago
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I'm having a Very Bad Head Day and I needed this.
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brightlotusmoon · 5 months ago
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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Bay Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Michelangelo (TMNT) & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Michelangelo (TMNT), Raphael (TMNT), Donatello (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT), Splinter (TMNT), April O'Neil (TMNT), Casey Jones (TMNT), Chief Rebecca Vincent, Vernon Fenwick Additional Tags: Psychic Mikey, empath mikey, Mikey Is An Iron Woobie, Break the Cutie, Epilepsy, Autistic Original Character, Head Injury, Family Feels, Family Drama, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mikey is a cinnamon roll, Raph is a teddy bear, Mikey Has ADHD, Autistic Mikey, Neurodivergent Mikey, Michelangelo Has ADHD, Autistic Character, Disabled Character Summary:
Mikey is depressed. He doesn't understand why or how, but it's getting worse. After a severe head injury, he starts to realize that he's not the happy go lucky cheerful kid he thought he was. That's when an amateur therapist steps in. The Turtles' lives are unexpectedly changed.
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grizzlyofthesea · 2 years ago
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Dedication and Potential
Now that I've gotten the backstory out of the way, maybe I can elaborate on truly forming those sibling bonds. It's "fun" writing instead of "work" writing, anyway. See this post for the meanings and general theme of the titles.
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Regiomontanus. Born in 1436 in Königsberg, died in 1476 in Rome. He put together some of the very first trigonometric tables, constructed some astronomical tables, devised an astrological house system, and facilitated the development of Copernican heliocentrism. Though the wider public may not recognize him, he is at least significant enough to have been the namesake for a crater on the Moon.
He also happens to be the namesake for a newly-created sea turtle mutant.
Regiomontanus. Reggie. Gigi. Monty. Gio. Montana. Whatever you want to call them, they're a new acquaintance to and potential family member of another group of mutants. These ones are mutant turtles, however, instead of turtle mutants; there is a distinction. The youngest of this group, Michelangelo, readily accepts Gio as a new sibling. The others, though? They didn't show it at the time, but they're a bit apprehensive.
Donatello, the second-youngest, judges Gio with particular scrutiny. He prefers to take his time when making big decisions. Mikey's quick, almost impulsive acceptance of the new mutant does not sit well with the softshell. What if they aren't what they seem? he ponders. What if they're just trying to worm their way into our inner circle so they can hurt us?
This calls for an interrogation.
Mikey is giving Gio a tour of the brothers' home--their lair--when Donnie calls the latter to his laboratory. They gladly comply. Science in all forms had always fascinated them, including the various tools used by scientists. They're excited to see what the lab has in store...only to be immediately thrown into a chair and hooked up to something that resembles an EEG. EEGs. Ew. No. They had only developed epilepsy a few years ago, and consequently had only endured a few EEGs, but they still dreaded the experience every time.
"What are you doing...? What are you doing? Let me go! Get this thing off of me, please!!"
"Don't worry. You'll only be connected for a few minutes." Donnie knew that didn't sound reassuring in the slightest, but he was trying his best. "This is essentially a lie detector--one that's much more reliable than a polygraph. For my sake...for everyone's sake...I need to make sure we can trust you."
"You could have just asked! You didn't have to hook me up to this thing without telling me what the heck is going on!!!"
"...In retrospect, that would have worked. Probably better." He sighs softly. "I'm sorry. I've...never been good about this kind of thing."
Gio takes a deep breath, then exhales with resignation. "It's...it's fine. I get where you were coming from; don't want a possible criminal to get away that easily..."
"Exactly! You get it!"
Though still irritated, they couldn't help but smile a bit. Something about Donnie's enthusiasm reminded them of themself.
"Now," he interjected, "I'm going to ask some baseline questions, then give you an interrogation proper. If you pass, you're in. I'll accept you as one of us. Oh, I have another idea--after this, if you pass the interrogation... May I perform some other tests on you?"
"Uh... Why?"
"When people like you get mutated, they also tend to develop strange powers and abilities. I'd like to see if you have, and what they are."
"Ooh! In that case, heck yeah!"
"Great," he remarked with a smile. "Then let's begin."
As Donatello promised, the interrogation only lasted a few minutes--somewhere between ten and fifteen. Though the machine's similarity to an EEG made Gio nervous, they were able to remain relatively calm and provide truthful answers to the questions asked. Thus, they passed.
"Well, it appears as though our inner circle is secure. You're in. Welcome to the family."
"Thank you...!" Gio beamed with joy...and relief that they were finally disconnected from those accursed electrodes.
"On to the ability tests?"
"Sure!"
Donnie's first move is to construct a makeshift fish tank and fill it with water. After all, Gio is a sea turtle. He supposes that their abilities would likely be enhanced underwater. When the tank is full, Gio hops in. The water is surprisingly warm, pleasantly so. Perhaps Donnie understands the agony of diving into an ice-cold pool.
"First test: lung capacity. Submerge whenever you're ready, Gio."
"Got it!"
They inhale as deeply as possible, then close their eyes and fully submerge their body. Donnie presses a button on his wristband, serving as a stopwatch, as soon as they're fully underwater. When Gio reopens their eyes, they panic. Why is everything so bright? It's like the sun itself is in here!! They resurface to escape the illumination, panting with overstimulation.
"Gio? Gio!! What happened? Are you okay?!"
"I opened my eyes, and it was just too bright in there! I don't know why! It isn't usually that bright underwater...!"
Donnie's thick eyebrows furrow with thought. "Maybe that's one of your new abilities--sensitive underwater vision!"
They climb out of the tank, then curl up beside one of its walls. "That makes sense...but at the same time, with how bright it was, it might be more of a curse... Just one more thing to be super sensitive to..."
Donnie frowns with concern, then sits next to them. "Hey, it's okay. I get it. I'm sensitive to stuff, too."
"How so?"
"This might sound stupid, but...I literally can't handle seeded fruits. The seeds just feel so gross...!"
Gio smiles. "I'm like that with stuff like tomatoes and grapes. They're too squishy, too fleshy, too slimy."
"And how about sudden, loud noises? I just want to find the source of that noise and rip it to shreds!"
"Dude, same! ...Hey, uh... This might seem out of left field, but... You don't happen to have autism, do you?"
"...Maaaaaaaaaybe. Why do you ask?"
"Because I do, and you sound a lot like me. It seems like we have more in common than I thought," the sea turtle says with a smile.
Donnie beams back. "Yeah. You might be right. ...You know, I think I have an idea as to how we might get your vision under control."
"How?"
"Maybe I can make you a pair of goggles with light-filtering properties--kind of like sunglasses. How does that sound?"
"I think that could work. ...Thank you."
"Anything for my family."
"...So what would have happened if I failed that test, anyway?"
"Simple. Lasers to the face."
"Goooot it."
The turtles stand up, then exit the lab for a pizza break. The goggles can wait a little bit. Right now, it's time to bond in a less clinical environment.
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zairapvrker · 5 years ago
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disabledsos day!
Author’s note: heya everyone! i took some time off of your requests, and i apologize for that, because in the past couple of days i’ve been working on this fic for this amazing and wonderful project! disabledsos was born to bring visibility to fans who are dealing with any sort of disability and spread awareness to make the community feel loved within the fandom. if you wanna read more about it, and i really encourage you to, i’ll leave the link for the original post here: https://skinnylukes.tumblr.com/post/613965381647876096/attention-5sos-fanswriters thank you so much to @skinnylukes for reaching out to me about this, i feel very honoured to partake in the project you’ve created with so much dedication and love.  i tried my very best to educate myself about the disabling disease i’ll be writing about, however i apologize if some details are missing or wrong. please feel free to correct me, constructive criticism is always welcomed! and to all of you strong, amazing, beautiful people who fight everyday, i’m so proud of you all and my heart goes out to you, never give up, we’re all here for you! i keep you in my thoughts, always. 
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Multiple Sclerosis (MS) is a potentially disabling disease of the brain and spinal cord. In MS, the immune system attacks the protective sheath (myelin) that covers nerve fibers and causes communication problems between your brain and the rest of your body. Eventually, the disease can cause permanent damage or deterioration of the nerves. Signs and symptoms of MS vary widely and depend on the amount of damage and which nerves are affected. Some people with severe MS may lose the ability to walk independently or at all, while others may experience long periods of remission without any new symptoms. MS can occur at any age, but usually affects people between the ages of 16 and 55. There’s no cure for multiple sclerosis. However, treatments can help speed recovery from attacks, modify the course of the disease and manage symptoms. These last ones can vary from person to person and differ greatly and over the course of the disease depending on the location of affected nerve fibers. Symptoms often affect movement, such as numbness or weakness in one or more limbs that typically occurs on one side of your body at a time, or the legs and trunk, electric-shock sensations that occur with certain neck movements, tremor, lack of coordination or unsteady gait. Vision problems are also common, such as partial or complete loss of vision, usually in one eye at a time, prolonged double vision and blurry vision. People with MS may also develop muscle stiffness or spasms, paralysis (typically in the legs), mental changes such as forgetfulness or mood swings, depression and epilepsy.
“Mikey, I’m home!” you yelled as soon as you’d entered your shared apartment. Your roommate, and best friend, was almost always on the couch playing videogames but the headset he used to play made it hard for him to hear any sound outside of the yelling of his friends. That’s why you always had to be loud when you came home from work, slamming the door and calling out for him to notify him of your presence.
It had been an incredibly hard day, your stress levels were through the roof. It seemed you forgot pretty much every task you were supposed to do, remembering only when reminded, and couldn’t keep your focus. After all, you were in charge of much and with the imminent publishing of a new article, you’d blamed it on the general chaos that overtook the entire office.
“Hey, you” you nudged Michael’s shoulder as you sat down next to him on the couch, making his head turn in your direction. A smile opened up on his face upon seeing you finally home. “Hey, you’re back!” he exclaimed happily, stamping a kiss on your cheek. You giggled watching as he bid goodbye to his friends and shut the TV off. “So, I haven’t had the chance to get started on dinner-“ he started, sheepishly. “Michael!” you reprimanded with a smile on your face, slapping his arm playfully. “But I did think about what kind of take out to order” he justified, his arms up in surrender, the same amused smile you showcased on your face etched on his. You’d sighed. “And what is it?” you asked giggling. “Chinese, of course” he rolled his eyes. “Alright, but you call!” you pointed a finger at him as Michael nodded, getting up to go change out of the clothes you’d worn for the day.
Michael was quick to grip your hand to offer some sort of support as he saw you falter in your step, almost falling back down on the couch, while getting up. “Is everything okay?” the concern in his vice was clear. You squeezed his hand, waiting for the dizzying sensation of shock to pass and your sight to go back in focus. “Yeah, yeah” you reassured, slowly opening your eyes. “It’s been a long day” the smile you gave him was meant to ease his nerves, but Michael couldn’t help but worry as he watched you make your way to your room with a hand constantly pressed to the wall, in search for stability.
That evening you weren’t as talkative as usual, in fact, Michael did most of the talking. He told you about how one of the strings of one of his students’ guitar had snapped while he was tuning it for him and hit him in the face but had to laugh it off with tears in his eyes, his friends, the latest news. You just said it was a chaotic day at work, that your boss had yelled at you so much you thought your head was going to explode. He hugged you tight, offering to go and key her car if needed, which made you laugh softly. Feeling very tired, you excused yourself out of the usual Friday movie marathon. Michael smiled sweetly, saying it was okay and wishing you goodnight. He really is the best ever, you thought as you went back you your room.
The only way you could describe what happened when you woke up the next day was a nightmare. You almost though it was. You wanted to roll around to turn your alarm off, which even on Saturdays woke you up so you wouldn’t waste the day away in bed, but found you couldn’t. The motion was second nature to you, literally managing every day with your eyes closed, however the immobility of your torso made your eyes crack open as the alarm kept on going off.
Michael, on the contrary, liked to sleep in on Saturdays, so when he heard your alarm keeping on blaring he got off the bed and marched towards your room. When he opened the door he found you hopelessly trying to reach the alarm over on your nightstand but failing miserably. “Will you turn it off?” he huffed, going over to do it himself, yawning.
“I’m trying!” you snapped back, trying to sit up and failing. “I can’t feel my torso” you reasoned out loud, feeling the panic slowly set in.
“What?” Michael asked concerned, his eyes wide, as he took a seat beside you on the bed.
“I don’t know” it was safe to say you were confused. “I think it’ll go away, it may be the stress” you were trying to find a possible answer, pushing back the fear as best as possible.
“The stress?!” he exclaimed, his arms flying up. “You can’t feel half of your body and you think it’s stress?” clearly, he wasn’t as good as you were at rationalizing.
“Mike, it’ll go away” you voiced, his tone wasn’t helping you remain calm, his doubts the same as the ones you had but were trying to push at the back of your mind.
“Do you want me to help you sit up?” he asked then, offering his hands to hold onto. You nodded, slowly letting him help you with the motion.
Over the next couple of weeks, mostly spent in bed or on the couch and always requiring Michael to help you with every movement, the situation seemed to get better and worsen at the same time. The numbness was, in the span of a day, left behind in favour of wobbly legs and dizziness, you were always fatigued and tired. You had taken more days off of work in three weeks than ever since you started working. But just when you thought you had made it out of the woods, everything went downhill.
“It can’t go on like this” Michael sighed as, once again, he picked you up from the floor when your right leg had failed to support your weight while standing up from the couch. “We’re going to the ER” he stated, looking at you in the eyes.
You gulped, seeing the worry in his sparkling greens clear as day. Truth was you were worried too, but you were always used to downplay the discomfort you were in, brushing it off as if it were nothing. However, this was going too far and scaring you to your very bones. Nodding you agreed and he helped you prepare a bag in case you had to spend the night at the hospital, praying you wouldn’t have to, as silent tears made their way down your face.
Michael hated to see you like this, you were always so cheerful and bright, this was really taking a toll on you. He heard the quiet sniffles coming from you when he entered the room, finding you where he’d left you on your bed, folding a shirt into the duffle bag next to you. His heart had been held captive in a painful clench the last few days, the worry truly never leaving him and the confusion messing with his head. He took a seat next to you, putting his own change of clothes in the duffle, and taking your hands in his. Bringing them up to his lips, he left a light kiss on your knuckles.
“We’re getting you through whatever this is, alright?” he could hear his own voice faltering, watching as more tears pooled in your eyes. “I’m right here” he assured when you threw yourself into his arms, holding you tight. Next thing you knew, he was picking you up, almost forgetting the duffle and going out to his car. You made sure to turn off the lights and lock the door behind you.
The hours that followed were a whirlwind, dragging you down and down until you were sure you hit rock bottom when finally the results of all the tests and consultations with the doctors came to an end. All that you were sure of was Michael’s hand holding yours, fingers intertwined, when you were called back into the doctor’s office, from the waiting room full of other patients, and your legs failed to support you. Your best friend was the first to be at your side, followed by the doctor herself and a bunch of people in the waiting room. You couldn’t understand a thing that was going on, too many voices talking at the same time as you were sat on a wheeling chair and finally brought into the office. The diagnosis hit you like a slap in the face and you were sure you only heard half of the words that left the doctor’s mouth. “Multiple sclerosis is common at your age” “We will have to run more tests to make sure of what the complications you’ve developed are” “In some cases it is very hard to diagnose, but looking into the symptoms you’ve described and MRI we were lucky to find out right away” “Unfortunately, it was pretty quick to affect your legs, clearly causing an impairment we need to assess” “There are ways to help you regain the ability to walk independently, if you’re lucky”
She’d used the word lucky a lot, you’d noticed, while talking. Unfortunately, you didn’t feel like that at all.
Calling your family to tell them the news had been extremely difficult, knowing that they were far away and could only visit so many times took a huge toll on you. You hated to admit to yourself that the positive outlook you’d always had on life was quickly fading in favour of judgement-clouding pessimism. The first night back from the hospital you’d spent crying after days of not letting a single emotion shine through. Hearing your sobs shattered Michael’s heart and it only got worse when he entered your dark room and held you as you shook, gripping his t-shirt in tight fists and wetting it with salty tears. He’d seen you at your lowest and he was determined to bring you back.
Making you listen was hard, the wall of hopelessness you’d built around you seemed insurmountable, but Michael was as determined as ever. He wasn’t about to let you fall any deeper into the pit of anger and frustration that never seemed to leave you.
“Have you listened to what the doctor said?” he asked pushing your wheelchair through the park near your apartment building. It was a beautiful day and he was determined to get you out of the house.
“No, Mike, I was tired” you mumbled, looking over at the kids running after each other in a game of tag.
“The more you refuse to move, the more it’ll hinder your exercises in physical therapy” he reminded, stopping near a bench so he could sit down and look at you in the eyes while having this conversation.
“Yeah, and what am I supposed to do?” you snapped. “Waltz out of this fucking chair and go for a jog?” you pointed to a pair of joggers who were about to pass you by.
“Well, one day you might be able to!” he insisted, making you shake your head with a scoff.
“And what if I’m not? What if I’ll never walk again?” you wanted it to sound harsh, convinced of what you were saying, but your voice betrayed you, breaking at the end.
“What if you do?” he asked back softly, hoping that his point got through to you. And it did. You took in a shaky breath, looking away from his hopeful eyes, not bearing to see how much he’d believed in you when you didn’t.
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Michael was there for you through every up and down: he held you when you couldn’t fall asleep because your anxieties and worries were eating away at your peace of mind, he was there to listen when you listed all the reasons why you believed you wouldn’t be albe to do this, always offering reasons why you could right back. He came to every appointment of physical therapy you had, he was with you every time you had to go to the hospital for check-ups or visits and was also there when it was explained to you that you had Relapsing Remitting MS, which meant that you would have episodes or spikes after periods of time without any new symptoms and it was a possibility that you could slow down the progression of the condition and manage symptoms, possibly walking on your own again if you were consistent with medication and exercising.
And while you were still worried, you couldn’t help but stare at the doctor with wide eyes. “R-Really?” you asked her, a smile threatening to slip at the mere thought of being able to stand for more than two minutes without the help of anyone.  
“Really” she confirmed as an elated sigh escaped you, Michael squeezed your hand, happy to see you hopeful.
It became routine for you two, when he came home from work right about when you shut your computer off as your part-time shift ended, to immediately start exercising. He was happy to finally see you as combative as you once were, determined to fight this off as much as possible.
“You gotta!” he reminded with a laugh from his spot beside you as he saw you panting on the yoga mattress in the middle of your living room. 
“I don’t wanna!” you whined covering your eyes with your arm. He chuckled, lifting it slowly as you peered up at him with one eye opened. 
“Come on, it’s the last set!” he encouraged and you huffed, knowing he was right. Propping yourself up on your elbows you looked at his adorable smile and rolled your eyes. Michael helped you up, slowly walking you to the wall, and stopping a foot away from it. He eased down with you into a sitting position as you let your back rest against the wall, finally letting go of you.
“Look at you, walking up to the wall without tripping!” he crossed his arms over his chest, smiling as you silently counted the seconds you needed to keep in position for. You chuckled, seeing proudness in his eyes. Once the squat exercise was over, you stood up with wobbly legs, only one hand resting on the wall behind you for support. You smiled widely upon seeing the look on his face.
“You can stand on your own?” he asked a little shocked as you nodded. “Since when?” he smiled brightly, quick to offer his help to walk back to the couch and sit down.
“Yesterday the phone was ringing, it was my mom, I forgot it on the shelf behind my desk and you weren’t at home, so I just… tried” you shrugged. Michael scoffed with a bright smile. “I almost tripped, but I fell back on the chair before I could”
“Atta girl!” he hugged you tight. “I’m so proud” he rocked you from side to side, making the both of you giggle.
It was taking incredible effort but you saw the improvements every day, slowly there was no need for you to hang on to the parallel bars at you sides as you hesitantly put a feet in front of the other, walking the short distance. There was no need for your nurse, or Michael, to help you stand up from a sitting position and you were even able to stand while you prepared your cereals in the morning before your best friend helped you walk to the dining table.
Slowly, Michael was able to go back to his normally longer shifts at music school as you found it easier and easier to move through the house either with crutches or, on the days when you were too tired, with your wheelchair.
“Need help?” Michael asked as you were in the kitchen microwaving some popcorn for your movie marathon.
“Nope!” you yelled back, leaning against the counter as you waited for the device to beep, crutches at your side. “Okay, maybe” you second guessed once you put the popcorn into the bowl.
Michael was quick on his feet, entering the kitchen with a lopsided smile, leaning on the door frame with one shoulder as his hands went to the pockets of his basketball shorts.
“Can you take the bowl?” you smiled sheepishly. He chuckled, nodding as he complied. “Thanks” you blew a kiss his way, steadying yourself on the crutches and making your way to the couch. Michael stayed back, watching you.
“Staring is rude” you snickered, sitting down and laying your crutches down on the floor.
“I wasn’t staring” he defended, making his way over. You cocked an eyebrow at him with a smirk.
“I was admiring how far you’ve come” he added, bringing some popcorn to his mouth as he sat down.
“Sure, Clifford” you laughed, reaching for some popcorn too.
“I’m serious!” he exclaimed. “Eight months ago you barely wanted to get out of bed, now you’re walking around the house and are basically a fitness instructor” you scoffed as he giggled.
“Just wait till new symptoms show up in a few years” you sighed, pressing play on the movie. Michael snapped his head in your direction, his brows furrowed.
“Hey, no, don’t talk like that” he almost scolded.
“Mikey, it’s fine, I made my peace with it. My life is always going to be like this” you gestured to the crutches and the wheelchair in the corner, shrugging.
“No, it’s not” he couldn’t help but raise his voice a little, disbelieving of the words that were leaving your mouth. “You’re taking back the life that this tried to pry from you, you’re fighting and it’s working. You’ll be able to walk again soon and if new symptoms show up you’ll learn to monitor them and make them your bitches”
“My bitches?” you couldn’t help but let an amused snicker out. You saw the left corner of his mouth tilting up, trying to keep the laughter at bay, after all, you were too.
“Yes” he said resolutely. “I’m helping you through this, remember? Every step of the way” it wasn’t time to cry, you reminded yourself, pushing back the tears as you nodded.
“Thanks Mikey” you let your head rest on his shoulder, sitting back. He just left a kiss on top of your head, resting his cheek against it as you both focused on the movie playing.
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“Michael, come here!” you didn’t like to scare him, you really didn’t, but when he slowed down the fast jog he made over to you room, panting slightly and ready to help however he could, a glint of panic in his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel the need to suppress your laughter. “Stay there” you said, watching confusion grow on his face, as he settled by the door.
“What’s wron-“ you shushed him before he could finish, slowly sitting up from your bed. Michael watched as you stood up without the need to hold onto anything, starting to walk  towards him without needing any help. His mouth opened in surprise and you smiled, finally reaching him.
“Hi” you said, a feet away from him. You didn’t have the chance to see his glassy eyes, full of pride, because he was quick to engulf you in his arms and pick you up to spin you around just once, as you giggled elated. He held you tight, his face hiding in the crook of your neck.
“Are you crying?” you asked slightly amused, feeling your skin getting wet.
“No” came the muffled response from him. “You did it” he whispered, still not moving.
“It’s not the end of anything, but by the looks of it… I can walk on my own now” you said, bringing a hand up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Thank you for never giving up on me”
“Thank you for not giving up on yourself” he sniffled, finally looking at you with probably the brightest smile you’ve ever seen him display over the course of the last year and a half. You smiled too, a single tear of joy running down your face which Michael was quick to dry with the pad of his thumb.
He left a sweet kiss on your forehead. “We need to call everyone!” he jumped up in joy only seconds after, making you giggle, taking you by the hand like he’d done over a million times by now and walking with you to the living room.
“You need to chill” you said, sitting down on the couch next to him.
“Never!” he exclaimed, quickly searching for your mom’s contact. He really was the best, you thought looking at the one who had been by your side through one of the toughest of times and was sure to be there for you for anything that would come your way in the future, with a sweet smile.
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brightlotusmoon · 2 years ago
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It's canon. It's finally fucking canon. Good job, Mikey lovers in the fandom since the 1990s. *confetti everywhere*
(Look, when I started my subtle 'Mikey is a trickster god' and 'Mikey is inherently psychic' campaigns, I didn't expect the collective unconscious to be watching keenly enough to float it to the Rise writers)
Leo’s Greatest Defense
I haven’t seen anyone mention or notice this, but nothing can actually get to Leo, not as long as Mikey is around. It shows it in the beginning of the movie
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He appears out of thin freaking air!!
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And delivers a devastating blast that could take out a city block. You don’t even know where he could be coming from
And even demonstrates this a second time at the end of the movie, you think he is done for because he trapped himself in the prison dimension with the Kraang, but TEEN MIKEY!? Hell no, he rips open time and space, with his brothers help
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And plucks him right the hell outta there. Like that’s….I mean..he LITERALLY WENT FUCK YOU FABRIC OF SPACE AND JUST PLUCKED HIM OUT!!
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I don’t know, I just feel like these two moments were a way to show that not only is Leo the new king piece of this chess board but Mikey is the new Queen piece, the most powerful and the best at protecting the king.
And I just find it funny to think of them as Chess pieces, because when I learned Chess growing up I was taught that it was kinda dumb to try and take the King before taking out the Queen
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brightlotusmoon · 1 year ago
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Before Medical Cannabis: Seizure twice a week.
After Medical Cannabis: Seizure maybe once every month.
Mmmm, dendrite building neuroplasticity.
Anyway, the edible took away the pain. My system didn't know how to handle not having pain, so it gave me spasms leading into a seizure. Then the edible stopped the seizure and the spasms rode out. Also, husband grabbed my left arm and hit some pressure points to distract and redirect my brain. It worked.
Now I have to lie down and coast through 20 mg THC induced euphoria.
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brightlotusmoon · 1 year ago
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Here we go, getting Baron Draxum stoned on edibles.
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Draxum On Cannabis:
"See?” Draxum looked up at the older turtles. “Told you I could help.”
Donnie sighed. “We didn’t doubt that.”
Mikey flopped his head against the back of the couch. “It’s a lot like when the edibles kick in, but like, deeper, you know? It doesn’t hurt, I can shove it aside."
Donnie was taking notes. Raph crouched in front of Mikey. “So,” he huffed and pulled out a tin of gummies.  “Wanna compare?”
Mikey grinned, suddenly full of spark. “Oooh.”
“…can I try one?” Draxum asked very softly.
They all looked at him with wide eyes.
“Awwwww!” Mikey squeaked.
“Yeah, man!” Raph laughed. “Go for it. It’s blueberry flavor.” Raph held the tin out for everyone. They each took a dark blue square, then looked at Draxum.
Draxum cleared his throat, glancing around as if he was trying to make sure no one else was watching— especially not young Leonardo— before accepting one of them and a getting to look it over with scrutiny, seeming to be judging the proportions and angles as if he were a mathematician teacher studying his students' geometry work.
Raph leaned forward with a very amused smirk. “It’s drugs, dude, you eat it.”
Donnie smacked his shoulder with the back of his hand. “Let him science, bro. Medical psychoactives is an important field of study.”
Draxum frowned. “I need to make sure this isn’t some long-lived elaborate execution scheme.” He snorted impatiently at Raph,  giving his hoof a stubborn clop. “And trying to remember what blueberry tastes like.”
“Elab- you- what?” Raph shook his head. “You seriously think we’re gonna kill you?”
“Why wouldn’t you? You don’t like me.”
“No, but I don’t want you dead!” Raph was genuinely shocked. “You’re a helpful weirdo.”
Mikey inclined his head. “Yeah, what he said. You weirdo.”
“YOU'RE MORE WEIRD THAN I, TURTLE BOY! With your… weirdness and… and turtle-boy-ness!”
“We are weird,” Donnie said proudly. 
“Weirdos Are Us!” Mikey giggled, hands in the air.
Draxum huffed. “Well I’M not weird!” He crossed his arms.
Leo fixed him with a stern gaze. “Not the way we are.” And he flashed a Chesire Cat type grin.
“Why are you doing that?” Draxum whined.
“Because it’s fun.” Leo kept it up.
“Stop it.” Draxum bleated like a baby goat. “It’s scary.”
Raph threw his head back and laughed richly, booming. Leo, still grinning, shook his head. “You’re all right, Draxum. You love our baby brother and we know you want what’s best.”
“Yes. Most of the time at least.” Draxum finally ate the edible He has been holding, not chewing, just swallowing.
“It generally takes humans an hour or so to feel the effects,” Donnie said mildly. “For our bodies, it’s half that.”
“What is it for Yokai?” asked Draxum. 
All four turtles looked at Draxum expectantly.
“You tell us,” Leo said with a shrug.
"…..okay." Draxum said simply with a hum, “I’ve heard from others that aren’t personal experience in any way that it usually takes about ten minutes with the mystic medicinals, so we’ll see.”
Mikey was suddenly perched stiffly on the arm of the couch, face very near Draxum’s. “Might wanna sit down.”
“Why?”
Mikey’s mouth curved up at the edges. “First time effects can be different for everybody. Also, you’re a goat.”
“……Ah.”
Draxum didn’t have time to sit down, just stiffening and falling over like a fainting goat with a final bleat.
Mikey watched it happen. “Called it.”
Leo and Raph had nimbly caught the Yokai and settled him on the floor.
Draxum stayed stiff for a few seconds before reclaiming control of his limbs. “You saw nothing.”
“Saw what?” Donnie asked mildly.
“Exactly.” He snorted; he was already visibly relaxed.
Leo and Raph stayed where they were. 
“Want to sit on the couch or on a bean bag?” Raph offered. 
“You’ll probably start feeling dopey.”
“I’m fine!” He almost tipped over again.
“This is awesome,” Mikey said.
“Wait another ten minutes for it to be hilarious,” Donnie smiled.
After only five minutes, Baron was sat down bleating softly and looking at his fingers with amazed eyes.
“Awwwww, you guys, look at him,” Mikey cooed.
“That’s what Dad did the first time,” Leo noted.
“…. Why do I have so many fingers…” the Yokai pondered as he examined each one. “Five seems like too many….”
Mikey burst into another fit of giggles. “And three isn’t enough.”
Donnie had slumped a little on the couch, his torso pressed into the cushion. “Actual turtles have five…” And he sounded pouty.
“…why don’t you have five?” Draxum asked. 
“Mutagen is weird,” Leo said. All tension had gone out of his voice. He was sitting in a perfect lotus pose. “It’s unknown.”
Drwxum's brow furrowed. “…but your dad has five….”
Leo gave him a long, languid look. “Weird and unknown,” he repeated very slowly.
“….sooooo weird….”
“Yeahhh…. Weirdddddd…” the faun started laughing.
Mikey scooted closer. “Soooo?”
“……yeahhhhhhhh.” Draxum laughed, tumbling onto his back.
“Yeeeaahh?” Mikey knelt by him. “Feeling pretty good, huh?”
“….yeahhh…” Draxum had a massive loose smile, and he was kneading the air like a cat.
Mikey made a long trill and stretched out next to the tall faun. He rested his hands on his plastron. “Glad you like it, Draxy.”
“Meeee likeeee… the colors.” He started laughing.
“Okay, I love this guy,” Raph chuckled.
“I love you toooo.”
They all burst into loud, chittering laughter complete with hoots and clucks, probably waking someone up, not really caring.
“Whaaattt laughing?” Draxum pouted. 
Leo patted his shoulder. “You’re funny.”
“Thanks.” He smiled a goofy smile.
Donnie had begun doing yoga poses on his own, Raph had scooted closer to Mikey and begun massaging his right leg, and Leo was calmly observing, while facing the doorway.
Draxum pointed at Donnie. “What’s the stretchy turtle doing?”
“Yoga,” Donnie said.
"Yoga?"
“YOGA,” Mikey intoned, as deeply as he could.
“It’s just stretching and breathing,” Donnie said, in a Warrior pose.
Donnie repeated the moves. Mikey chanted, “go go!” very softly.
Draxum stood up on wobbly legs and tried to copy.
Mikey coughed to smother a snort.
Raph whispered, “He bends like a tree."
Leo just smiled docilely.
Donnie stopped, calculating. “You’ve never done this sort of thing?”
“Er. Not particularly, no,” Draxum mumbled. 
Donnie set his chin on his fist and hummed. He began to circle Draxum, looking him up and down
Draxum started humming the Jaws theme.
Mikey lost it and yelled out his laughter. “I did that once!”
Draxum sighed. “Young Michelangelo cursed me with modern media references…”
“Yeah, that’ll happen,” Raph said. He helped Mikey to his feet and began helping him through a standard tai chi form.
“I know THAT though.” Draxum declared as he noticed the form.
“That might be easier,” Donnie said. “Yoga has gotten painful for Mikey, but qigong forms are very gentle and less strenuous on traumatized connective tissue.”
“Mmmmm nice.” Draxum smiled. “Good for him.”
“That’s what I say when Donnie says words,” Raph nodded. Donnie continued on his own.
Mikey’s right ankle turned hard and he hissed.
Draxum frowned. “Are you okay?”
“Looks painful.”
“It is,” Mikey said. “But it’s fine.”
“It’s not.”
Raph mouthed “thank you” at Draxum. 
Mikey just shrugged. “You get used to it.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s fine.” Draxum snorted. “I’m sure Yoshi got used to his torment too, after a time.”
Mikey stiffened and stared at the faun. “….oh.”
Raph began rubbing his biceps. “He’s right, you know.”
“Of course I’m right! I am the very model of a warring warrior scientist!” The second part was almost sung.
Mikey’s look of shock morphed to one of delight. “I LOVE parody songs.”
“Thanks! I sang it about destroying the turtles!”
Delight became confusion and disgust. Mikey blinked.
Raph smirked. “Yeah, there’s the villain tendencies.”
“But you’re better than that,” Leo spoke up, looking directly at Draxum.
“I am now, wasn’t then.” He started to hum the song again. “We want those little tuuuuurrrrtles to crush them with our iron fists from Brooklyn to the Bowery Hill and grind them into nothingnessss…” he seemed happy singing, and then got suddenly sad.
“You okay?” Leo asked.
“….I’m sad now.” He pouted, shrinking and crossing his arms.
The others stopped moving and stood around him, Mikey taking his hand and patting it. “That happens. The drug makes you dig up deep thoughts while it relaxes you and all.”
Draxum pressed his face into Mikey. “Mmph.” 
The faun seemed to be crying.
“Oh, okay, we’re sitting.” Mikey rubbed his back, leading him to the couch.
Draxum softly bleated. “Whyyyyyyyy…”
"Why are we sitting or why in general?" Mikey asked.
“Eruhhhhhh…. First’n.”
“We’re sitting on the couch because it is comfy and you are sad,” Mikey told him.
“Mm. Comfy couch.” Draxum melted into the cushion.
On his other side, Leo stared at his head. “Can I touch your ear?”
“…why?”
“Because it looks soft and fuzzy."
“….okay.”
Leo very carefully, very gently stroked Draxum’s ear with a fingertip. “That’s all.”
The ear flicked into the touch, and Draxum gave a soft snort.
“Told you he’s fuzzy,” Mikey grinned.
“Fluffy,” Draxum said. Not fuzzy.”
“Fluffy,” Leo nodded.
“Yes. Very.” He started petting his ears.
Leo tilted his head. “Ears are weird.”
“Heyyyyy.” Draxum pouted.
“Yeah,” Mikey chirped, tapping his own ear slit.
“My ears are beautiful!”
“Yours are,” Raph said, pointing.
“Mmmmya. And puppy ears. Puppy ears are cute.”
“Puppy ears are an excellent tactile source of oxytocin,” Donnie supplied, hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
“Mmmm words….” Draxum closed his eyes. “Gargoyles are like puppies. That’s funny.”
“Explain,” Donnie said.
“They’re good to pet. And they like protecting their owners, and they eat from the garbage, and Sleep in little beds by the fireplace…”
“Awwwww,” they all chorused.
Mikey reached over to squeeze Draxum’s hand. “Where are they?”
“….yeah….”  Draxum said very softly.
“I don’t know. I miss them.”
The four turtles hung their heads in solidarity. 
Donnie suddenly sprung up and took off. Moments later he was back, and dumped Klunk onto Draxum’s lap. He returned to his place on the couch exactly.
“….kitten.” Draxum said simply, staring at the kitten.
“Kitten,” Mikey agreed.
“Kitten!” Raph grinned.
“Why kitten?” Draxum wondered. 
Donnie leaned sideways, until his head was on Mikey’s shoulder. “You said you miss your gargoyles, who you said are like puppies. We don’t have a puppy but we have a kitten.”
“…..they’re not the same though. Fluffy.” He pet Klunk’s ear.
“No they are not,” Donnie confirmed. 
Mikey began to stroke Klunk's head.
“….he is vibrating.” Draxum commented when Klunk started purring.
“He’s purring,” Leo explained.
“Wwwwwhy?”
“No one really knows,” Donnie said. “The prevailing theory involves multiple vocal cords.”
“….it’s nice.” Draxum very very carefully pet Klunk along his back.
As Klunk’s purring grew stronger, Leo began scritching the kitten's chin. “It’s healing.”
“I sense no mystic properties in this purr.”
“Vibration,” Donnie said. “It’s physics.”
“Vibration is healing?”
“Yes,” and Donnie's eyes lit up brightly. "As much as it is destructive."
“Hmmm…” Draxum considered, and he picked up Klunk by his scruff. “Acceptable.“
Klunk mewled his upset and wriggled.
Leo helpfully put his large hand under the kitten.
Donnie abruptly pulled out his tablet. “Let me introduce you to Bill Nye The Science Guy.”
“Who is this Nye of the science?” Draxum demanded. 
The tablet was placed in his lap, Donnie eagerly tapping play on the first episode.
Raph softly chanted, “Bill! Bill! Bill!”
“....so I take it his name is Bill.”
Mikey and Donnie were now piled next to him. “His name is Bill,” Mikey giggled.
“Mm. And no personal space, lovely. If I had horns I’d headbutt all of you.”
“No you wouldn’t,” Mikey said.
“Yes I would. Just like this. Nya.” He bunted Mikey gently with his head.
Donnie lifted his head from Mikey’s shoulder and snorted in amusement. “That’s a cat.”
"I am no such thing! I am a faun! I think."
“You mean like the Greek myths?” Leo asked.
“Yes, I suppose.” Draxum hummed. “It’s the closest to what I am, I think. I’m not entirely sure WHAT exactly I am, though. I know there’s no others that look like me. None that remain, anyway.”
There was silence from the turtles. Raph cleared his throat. “Yeah, that sucks.“
Draxum shrugged. “It is what it is," he said, “I learned to live with it in isolation. Until my goyles, of course. And then Big Mama, and Hamato Yoshi.”
“Relationship and connection is important,” Leo said.
“Mm. Wasn’t so much for me growing up. Didn’t bother with companionship until I was grown.”
“And look how you turned out,” Raph snarked. Donnie snorted.
“Perfect?”
Mikey grinned. “Sure, what the hell.”
“Exactly! See, the orange one agrees!”
Mikey patted his shoulder. “Sarcasm, dude.”
“I’ll just ignore that, then.”
"We'll help you figure it out. Sarcasm is a fine art." Mikey grinned.
“Then I MUST LEARN IT!” Draxum intoned. 
Mikey decided to cuddle up to him. “Well, then, hit play on the next episode.”
Draxum hit the screen.
“…no, not like that.” Mikey went deadpan.
Leo burst into wild laughter, doubling over.
Sighing, Mikey showed Draxum how to “LIGHTLY TAP” the screen. He held up his finger and repeated softly, “lightly.”
Draxum tapped, completely missing the right button and accidentally closing out the tab.
“I broke it.”
“No, dude, you just closed the tab, we can bring it back up. Here.” Mikey was patient as he demonstrated.
“MAGIC MAN BROUGHT BACK THE SCIENCE BILL!”
“Wh- I’m not magic,” Mikey said, genuinely puzzled. That set Raph off laughing. Donnie, utterly reclined with his long legs out, snorted a few times. Leo was just watching, head propped in his hand.
“Well, ‘mystic’ if you’re asking for the correct terminology,” said Draxum. 
“But I…” Mikey thought about this. “Yeah, okay. Guess there’s not much difference between that and psionic powers like in comic books.”
“The only difference is in the words.” Draxum nodded.
Donnie grinned. “I told you so. Clarke’s Third Law strikes again.” Mikey stuck his tongue out at him.
“Who is Clark? How many laws had he made?”
Donnie took a deep breath. Mikey held up a hand. He minimized the Nye video, pulled up a search page, and typed in Clarke’s Third Law.
Draxum grinned. “Ah, the strange technology will report all to me!”
“You know who Draxy sounds like?” Raph asked.
“Orson Welles?” Donnie asked. “Jules Verne? Nostradamus?”
Raph paused. “Actually, yeah. Like a science fiction writer from the 19th century.”
“I’ve met a couple of those.” Draxum commented absently.
“You did not, shut up!” Mikey gasped. “Really?”
“Well, yes, many Yokai are very long lived…”
“It would make sense,” Donnie said. “Imagine actually existing alongside Clarke himself, or Isaac Asimov. Or hell, Ray Bradbury.”
“Lost in the geek sauce,” Raph grinned.
“Oh, hush, I saw you reading Joseph Campbell,” Donnie smirked.
Raph sniffed. “I like talking about mythology and archetypes. I am a cultured brute squad.”
“You are indeed a brute squad unto yourself.”
“Well, most of the ones you know would be human.” Draxum said. 
“A few were Yokai, living out their days in their shifted form, and others were famous to Yokai but probably unknown to you.”
Raph’s eyes suddenly bulged. “Nawww, don’t tell me, Lovecraft?”
“Yes. And Shakespeare, Edgar Allen…” he started listing off.
“What!” Leo gasped.
“Aww, no way,” Mikey giggled.
“Is it so astonishing?”
“Well, no,” Mikey said. “Not when you think about it. But humans love conspiracy theories.”
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