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[inbrightshadows]

*pretends it hasn't been like two weeks* 😎 I wanted to wait until I had more written but alas, le writers block. but never mind that, it's turtle baby Jr time 🔫 Sprays you with juice that makes you go read SomeRandomDude's Cas Apocalyptic series because it's very fun and I like it.

[Part 1]

“Hm. Well it’s not on fire,” Donatello says as he steps into the perfectly normal looking kitchen. The younger turtles keep their eyes firmly away from the cabinet Donnie shoved Casey Jr and his containment mug into. Thankfully, Casey seems to be being cooperative and quiet at the moment. Maybe he fell asleep, Leo thinks.

“Pffft of course it’s not on fire. Anyway you wanted coffee? I think April brought us some fancy stuff? I want some too, lets use that.” “M-hm, sounds good…”

Leo ignores the feeling of Donatello’s eyes drilling into the back of his head and opens up a cupboard that doesn’t contain a secret baby mutant nephew turtle. He pulls out the nice coffee April gifted them and starts measuring it into the coffee maker.

Out of the corner of his eye he watches Donatello raise an eyebrow at the cutting boards spread over the counter containing minced up fish meat and a single strawberry.

“Trying a new recipe, Mini-Mikey?” Mikey jolts. Leo is abruptly reminded of something. Donatello is, or was(?), Donnie until the whole apocalypse thing. At the very least he had exactly the same childhood.

Which means he knows exactly which brother to press.

“Oh, uh-uh-” Mikey stutters and squeaks. “I mean- yeah! I was just, y’know, I thought I’d do something a little… different?” Mikey’s head slowly sinks into his shell until only his eyes show. “Well I’ve got no idea what it might be but I’m sure it won’t… disappoint me.”

If you were to hold a lying competition Mikey won't take last place. That honor goes to Donnie followed by Raph. Mikey would sit at a comfortable third with April beating him out for second, leaving Leo to claim the title of Best Liar of his siblings. April and Mikey would tie but Mikey has one significant weakness that lets April beat him out every time. He can't stand to disappoint the people he cares about.

“You would never do something to deliberately disappoint me. Right?” Donatello grins at Mikey, all teeth. Mikey rings his hands together, the rest of his body frozen.

Leo smacks the buttons to set the coffee machine running and bolts to rescue Mikey.

He tries for a smooth slide up to sling an arm over Mikey’s shoulder but a hand catches him by the shell. Donatello lifts him just as effortlessly as Raph ever has, and keeps him there, dangling in the air.

“Mikey.” Donatello sets a heavy hand on Mikey’s  shoulder, sending his head retracting another inch. “Is there something you need to tell me?” he says it with the same voice Dad always does when he’s lying about them not being in trouble. Leo tries desperately to motion for Mikey to not give in- he can still totally salvage this- but it’s too late.

“Ahhhhhhh- DONNIE ACCIDENTALLY TURNED CASEY INTO A BABY TURTLE MUTANT!” Mikey wails. “He what?” Donatello’s head snaps toward Donnie, all but hidden behind a board stiff Raph.  

“You left your lab open!” Donnie sputters, indignant. “My lab- did you touch the test tube on the desk?” “We put him in a mug!” Mikey wails, fully retracting into his shell “A mug. You put him in- Wait.” Donatello looks at their empty hands. A dawning horror grows on his face. “What mug? None of you are holding a mug. Where is the mug?”

Donatello finally drops Leo in favor of whipping around and grabbing Raph by the shoulders. “Where did you put the mug?”

“Uhhhh Donnie shoved it in the cupboards!” “You left him unattended?” Donatello yells, already ripping off cupboard doors. “My kitchen!” Mikey squawks, popping out of his shell and leaping up to hang off Donatello’s arm. “My nephew!” Donatello retorts.

Three cupboards meet their demise before Leo manages to scramble over to the correct one, yank it open, and carefully pick up the mug containing Casey Jr.

“Quit wreaking the kitchen! Look, it’s fine, see?” Leo holds the mug out in two careful hands, one under and one over just in case Casey decides to try and jump again.

Donatello snatches the mug, ignoring Leo’s hissed “Careful!” like he’s heard it a thousand times. He stares down into it, not moving a muscle. Leo doesn’t even think he’s breathing.

“...Ok I know he’s adorable but I think holding your breath is a bit-” “This is the mug you put him in?” “Uh. Yeah?” “This mug right here?” “Well technically Donnie put him in it but-” “This mug, right here, which is empty.”

ehehehehe There's a baby turtle mutant loose in the lair! No one knows what to do, least of all CJ! He's never been in a lair before! [what the vibes of the next part will be like]

[this is where part 5 will someday go, when it will come nobody knows]

[oshikiri-toru]

Thinking about streamer/YouTuber/etc Soap and boyfriend Ghost who is always in the background, but not in the way you think.

Ghost thinks it's funny as fuck to stand in the closet, door just slightly cracked, and stare at the camera while Soap is doing something. When Soap leaves to go to the bathroom, Ghost is standing ominously in the corner only to disappear once Soap stands in front of the camera to sit down. Soap vlogging/going live, walking around the city or something, and keeps turning the camera to see Ghost sitting at a table staring or hiding in an alley. He's always just in frame, always staring with his balaclava on, but never speaks, maybe even refuses to blink.

Soap's fans are terrified. It doesn't happen every stream/video, but just enough to gain attention. People are constantly asking about it; they type all concerned in the chat, only for Soap to insist he doesn't see anything. He'll check the place everyone told him to go just for Ghost to have disappeared. It gets so big that people are watching him just to find Ghost like a fucked up game of Where's Waldo. Some people take it more seriously, asking him to move because he has a stalker or telling him to bring in an exorcist.

Of course, Soap always tells them they're idiots and continues as normal. Behind the scenes, he's laughing his ass off because everyone thinks his boyfriend is actually a ghost haunting him. Ghost loves it because he likes feeling like a cryptid for Soap's online fans and gets to establish himself in Soap's life without needing to really make himself known.

One day a photo gets leaked (maybe by them, maybe not) of Ghost being normal with Soap, the two of them smiling with their arms around each other, maybe even a wedding photo, and people go nuts. Soap just refused to acknowledge his weird ass boyfriend in the back of his videos for years, like the chaotic asshole he is.

[joy-drops]

[pensbridge]

This season is once again proving how bitter, angry, and absolutely negative people are. We got 2 possible bisexuals, Anthony honoring his wife's homeland, a raw and vulnerable sex scene between first loves, and a million subtle love confessions. Take the wins!

[sheepory]

Literally fuck this shit. Trans people don't forget we are soso loved and lovely and never alone, no matter what. We will always have each other and will always find each other, and cannot be stamped out. Especially transfems and trans women! You deserve spaces where you are safe and happy!! It will be okay!!!!

[nowwheresmynut]

Missing Pess

<< More from the Pess Cinematic Universe >>

[mikasasrippedtoenail]

Calling Lesbians' attraction to vaginas a mere genital "preference" erases the sheer violence behind corrective rape of millions of sapphic women. I do not just "dislike" dick, I am physically incapable of being attracted to it. My allure to the female genitilia is not a choice, it's my biological reality. Dismissal of same-sex attraction as a choice reinforces the homophobic ideology that attractions can be altered and also paves the way for discrimination. One cannot opt out of their sexuality, they are always born with it.

[fanaticalthings]

I know Jason always calls Dick the "Golden child" and in comics tends to paint him as this unbeatable person in terms of morals/goodness in his head, which makes Jason feel inferior and not good enough..

but I think it'd be so fucking funny if instead of Jason thinking he'll never be as good as Dick, it's actually him just mocking his brother around others, because Jason 100% remembers Dick on multiple occasions offering his 12yo self weed while Bruce wasn't around, and he's the only sibling with the knowledge that Dick wasn't this "holier than thou, I make no mistakes and am perfect" child, which is why Jason keeps praising to the younger batfam members on how Dick is so perfect KNOWING that Dick was absolutely not that.

[the-agent-of-blight]

also, i really find it interesting how people can genuinely go about saying "Well this group isn't attacked for their identity so they can't be queer " while then turning around and. attacking said group. for their identity. and exemplifying classic __-phobic tropes. It's really dumb. You are being the thing that you claim does not exist

[nell0-0]

Captain Link needs a break (he doesn't get one)

[sourlemonadez]

Sorry fellas, my blog is mostly dedicated to the robot goobers and I didn't initially want to post anything unrelated to the dca since people probably wouldn't gaf but at the end of the day it's my blog and you shall suffer

He's such a creature. Oh god a fish. I love that handsome fish man

Never in my life have I thought I'd love a roblox horror game, didn't seem like a game for me and yet it was so happy I gave it a shot

[inbrightshadows]

*shoves part 3 of tiny turtle baby Casey Jr out from under my rock*

Inspired by Cass Apocalyptic Series by somerandomdudelamo

go here for part 1, here for part 2

“We’re not feeding him worms!” Mikey yells with an outrage is so thick he could bottle it up and sell it as a seasoning.

Donnie throws his hands up. “Mikey the internet literally says that’s what we’re supposed to feed him!” He gives his phone a vigorous shake, just to drive the point home.

Leo grabs the arm with the phone and drags it down to his level. He flicks through the screen for a second, ignoring Donnie’s eye rolling and general huffiness.

“It also says we can feed him fish and small shrimp. Or fruits and veggies if he’ll eat them.” “I’ve got strawberries and grilled mackerel.” “Raph can help cut it up small for him.” Raph sets the Casey Jr containment mug down on the counter. Donnie glares at it, muttering darkly, but relents at Leo’s look. “Ugh. Fine. You’re probably depriving him of vital nutrients but whatever, just ignore Donnie- hey! Wait, those are my strawberries!”

Mikey turns away from the counter to shake a strawberry at Donnie. “One: you turned him into a baby turtle, Two: he’s tiny so he can probably only eat one anyway, and three: you turned him into a baby turtle!” “Uggggghhh fiiiiinnne.”

Raph peacefully takes a knife to a small piece of grilled mackerel while Leo… 'supervises.'

“You remembered to de-bone the fish right?” Leo stares at the little pieces of fish on Raph’s cutting board, hunting for any sign of a dangerous shard. “It came without bones, Leo,” Raph says with all the patience of an older brother utterly done with his little brother’s nonsense. “Cool cool cool, but you checked that they didn’t miss any little ones, right? Sometimes they don’t get them all.” “I checked,” he sing songs through gritted teeth. “Ok but you’re super sure, right? I mean. Not that you would have missed that but, like, he’s just so tiny-” “Leo I swear-”

There’s a thud of someone barging into the lair immediately followed by a voice that has every turtle in the vicinity- except the one confined to a mug- freezing.

“Casey Junior!” the elder Donatello yells through the lair. Panicked looks fly between the brothers. Casey Jr chirps a greeting. Donnie slams a hand over the top of the mug to muffle it.

“He’s back early!” Leo hisses, whipping towards the entrance to the kitchen. “Well gentlemen- and Leo- it’s been an honor. I’ll tell Gram-gram everyone says hi.” “What do we do what do we do?” Mikey leaps up and clings to Raph, who clings back.

“Casey Junior?” the elder Donatello calls again, confusion and a bit of concern creeping in. His footsteps come closer. Donnie, looking like he’s two seconds from leaping onto the ceiling, shoves Casey Jr’s mug in a cupboard.

“What are you doing?” Raph hisses. “What does it look like? I’m prolonging my inevitable demise! Now get away from the scene of the crime.” Donnie says, shoving his brothers toward the door. “Wait- Donnie! You can’t just shove a baby in a cupboard and leave!”  “He’s fine! He’s in a mug!” “That doesn’t make it better!” “Well it will have to do, I can’t just leave evidence lying around!” “He’s not evidence he’s a baby!” “I baby-ified slash mutated his nephew! He’s going to murder me. Which I know because he is me and if someone did that to my family I would murder them.”

Leo scrambles after them, visibly torn about leaving a baby- mug confined or not- in a cupboard.

“Aw, you do love us…” Mikey coos. “You know I love you guys. I’ve literally told all of you that before!” “Yeah but it’s nice to hear it!” “Awwww Don-don,” Leo coos, the opportunity to menace his twin an instant distraction, “Would you avenge me if I got murdered?” “No,” Donnie lies, “If anything I’m more likely to be the one doing the murdering.” “Would you avenge Raph?” Raph asks, pouting. Donnie reaches out and pats his arm. “They would be dead before you started rigor mortis.” “Awwwww-”

Ahead of them, someone clears their throat. The young turtles freeze.

“As touching as it is to watch you all swear vengeance for each other I seem to be missing a nephew.” Donatello the elder leans against the entrance to the lair, eyebrow raised. Only the fact that he hasn’t bothered to take his hat and coat off betrays his worry.

Donnie shrinks back behind Raph’s shell.

“Uhhh… We…” Raph’s eyes dart to each of his brothers but finds no help there. Especially not from Donnie, who is busy pretending he’s not there.  “We… haven’t seen him?” Raph says at the same time as Mikey squeaks out “He went out?”

Donatello frowns. Mikey’s head slowly sinks down deeper into his shell until only his eyes stick out. Leo, certified best liar of the turtles, steps in for damage control.

“He went out for groceries, he was worried since we were getting low.” Leo opts for a casual lean against Raph’s arm. He flips his hand and shrugs in a little ‘what can you do,’ motion. Donatello squints at the three of them and then eyes Donnie carefully peeking over Raph’s shoulder. Donnie freezes and slowly sinks back down. Silence settles around them, every second adding another pound of pressure.

“… Right. Casey Jr, who is notably very uncomfortable venturing to the surface on his own, went out to get groceries. Alone.” Donatello steps past them.

“Yeah I mean, just a couple things? A little literal milk run to get his feet wet, y’know? Gotta fight the fear and all that.” Leo turns and follows him, his brothers trailing after him. Over Raph’s shoulder Donnie makes several alarmed motions. Leo raises an eye bridge at him. Donnie points violently toward where Donatello is walking toward-

Walking toward the kitchen.

“Ahhh y’know, why don’t we all go to the living room?” Donatello turns and raises an eyebrow at Leo, a flat frown on his face. “…Why don’t you want me going in the kitchen?”

“Whaaaaat? Who said anything about keeping you out of the kitchen. You’re a big, strong, independent turtle and you can go wherever you want. I just thought, y’know, the living room might be… more comfortable. For your old man bones.” Leo gives Donatello his best grin. Donatello returns it with a flat stare.

“Suuurrre. We can go to the living room.” “Really!?” Mikey exclaims, halfway to drooping in relief. “Yeah. Once I get coffee. From the kitchen that you’re totally fine with me walking into.”

Leo’s brothers exchange nervous looks. Leo is not so easily broken. He’s kept secrets from his twin before. How much harder can lying to an adult Donatello possibly be?

[part 4]

[d3rpydoods]

Damn, can't believe it's been like 3 months- Anyway, Erronjin has entered the stage!!! + the timelapse cause why not?

[parallelpie]

First off this absolutely cursed AU was inspired by Lemonomelette and a post they made -X Secondly I imagine it all being about bots and cons trying to one up each others factions and not actually helping in any serious way because their too busy with their own faction bs.

Think of two rival car dealerships across the street one upping each other to get business and instead of business with cars its interstellar robot fairys trying to woo sm children to let them grant their inconsequential wishes (which may or may not be worth it) instead of the other guy next door.

[carriesthewind]

Ok. I am maybe kind of losing my mind just a little bit.

A few days ago, I mentioned in a post that the IA only cares about information being digitized, not about actual digital access. And I mentioned that access includes patrons being able to actually find what they are looking for, and suggested IA did not prioritize that critical aspect of access. But I didn't really go into any more detail.

So someone over on bluesky linked to this write-up of a talk Brewster Kahle gave about using so-called AI. And one of his reported statements made my mouth drop open in shock.

...and then I read further in the article and realized it was incorrectly reporting basic facts around Hachette, so I had to go and listen to the whole speech myself.* (And I want to say, briefly - he raises some legitimate potential uses for LLMs! He's kind of a dick about some of it ("it's up to us to go and keep [Balinese] culture alive"), but some of the things he's talking about actually seem useful.)

*Incidentally, while Kahle doesn't lie about the ALA brief in the speech, he absolutely misleads about the nature and facts of the case and deliberately omit the part of the story where the IA decided to suspend the one-to-one owned-to-loan ratio thing, despite repeatedly emphasizing that one-to-one was what the IA was doing with their lending program.

And oh my god. He really said what the article reports. (This portion starts around 20:10.)

He says that the IA has scanned over 18,000 periodicals. And that they used to have professional librarians manually create descriptions of the periodicals in order to catalog them. (Sidenote: there are existing directories, but he describes their licensing terms as "ridiculous." This is not a field I know much about, but I spoke to one person who agreed, though for different reasons. His reason is that you can only license, not purchase, the directory descriptions. The person I spoke to was instead focused on the prices demanded for the licenses. Regardless, the idea of creating an open, free directory seems both like an incredible amount of work and an amazing resource...if it was accurate.)

But according to Kahle, it took 45 minutes to an hour to create a description and catalog each periodical.

And so now, instead, they're using AI to make the descriptions and so it only takes 7-10 minutes!

"And yes it hallucinates, and it has some problems, and whatever — but it’s a lot faster than having to write it yourself!"

Oh. My god.

Just.

YOU ARE KNOWINGLY INTRODUCING AI HALLUCINATIONS INTO YOUR CATALOG?!

(And yes, he says that they are "confirmed by a librarian" but it can't really be, not if it's only taking 7-10 minutes! Maybe the librarian can do a quick check for super obvious errors, but actually checking a AI's summary work requires actually going back to the source and reviewing it yourself!)

I just....

I need to emphasize for those of you for who aren't familiar - if a book or article is miscataloged, it is effectively lost. Because it doesn't mater if a library or an archive owes it - if someone can't find it when they are looking for it, it is not only inaccessible, the only way to find it again is through chance. Imagine if you went into a library, but instead of organized shelves (where if even if you can't find what you're looking for, the librarians know where to look), every single book was just piled in a heap.

If a book is miscateloged, it still exists, but it is lost, not truly accessible. And they know that this is happening, "but whatever." Because Brewster Kahle doesn't actually care about real, practical, digital access. (Much less non-digital access.)

(And then to top it off, he goes on to criticize the Library of Congress for not being "access oriented.")

I just. 18,000 periodicals. And they've knowing, recklessly lost who knows how many of them. I feel like crying.

18,000 periodicals.

[hermit-frog]