#donnie is totally the exception in most scenarios

[thatonewierdo]

Oh shit ur totally right and you should say it louder sister

A Tale of Spirits updates and sneaks

So, this will be quick.  I’m officially moving back to Sunday updates.  That Wednesday thing only lasted about a week (and not even) lol.  I’m just to used to Sundays being the day!  

We have two really short sneaks below and one will be under a cut for a slight reveal, so if you want to avoid it, you can!  We’ll be shifting gears and ramping up since a lot of the set up is done.  I almost wish I had labeled the chapters in terms of arcs.  I’ll probably update that on Sunday with my post so no one gets any false alarm notifications.  Anyway!  A Tale of Spirits has three arcs and we’re done with arc 1!  Into Arc 2!

So here are the quick sneaks for the upcoming chapter.  Like always, these are unedited and subject to change, but the feeling of the passages will remain. 

SNEAK PEEK 1 (Iroh POV)

When Mikey first said Zuko would be the Avatar’s teacher he’d nearly fainted at the revelation.  A type of clarity he hadn’t experienced in an age washed over him.  Of course.  Why else would the Avatar awaken after such a dormant period?  The Royal Line has searched for decades, yet it was his nephew, who found him.  During his age of maturity no less.  Iroh watches Zuko fail yet again at producing lightening and turns back to the symbol.  He’s not ready to inherit the heavy weight of the crown, but he will be.  Zuko has always been stubborn and excitable, but maybe teaching the Avatar will provide him with more patience.

He taps three corners of the symbol sketched before him.  The spirits have landed with the best teachers for the Avatar to master his elements.  Leonardo with the waterbender, Raphael with the young earthbender, and Michelangelo with his nephew.  All chosen to help guide Aang to reestablish the balance of this world.  Iroh hovers over the fourth corner of the sketch and frowns.

Donatello and his choice is the only one that does not fit.

SNEAK PEEK 2 (Sokka POV)

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[cannibalizedlove]

jus stumbled on ur acc and IM IN LOVE I jus read the stalker!donnie fic and was wondering if there's a scenario where reader actually knew the entire time and is equally obsessed (basically self inserting LOL). but anyway idk if u write smut so maybe reader teases him abt it when they're having a lil makeout sesh in the couch and readers all like "its kinda hot" and says some crazy shit that makes donnie. whos as deep in the pool of obsession as you gets hellaaaa flustered EEEK I'm going crazy I fucking love donnie

Thank you for the request!! I think this is such a good idea, mutual obsession is just.. chef kiss. I hope you enjoy <3

The feelings mutual.

Information and warnings — smut!*, part twoish of “watching you”, male reader, donnie and reader being horny messes, donnie’s first time so you ruin him :((, reader being a kinky freak which is perfect for him, heavy corruption kink, donnie being a loser bottom bitch (affectionate). this is so long, i apologize ahh, i just love him so much.

You had been going with Donnie for about three months now, and you were infatuated with everything about him.

You loved hearing him talk about whatever new conspiracy theory he bought into, and you were always there to help him during his hallucinations.

Donnie was completely and utterly obsessed with you, he did everything for you. Even though you were perfectly capable of doing your homework, Donnie would always snatch it from your backpack and do it for you, he never let you lift a finger. It was crystal clear that you had him whipped.

Before the two of you got together, Donnie was just as obsessed with you. The huge perv was constantly watching you through your windows, following you home, and of course, stealing your underwear. What Donnie didn’t know is that you were completely aware of his stalking, and how you were completely turned on by it.

The two of you were sitting on his couch in the living room, his parents and siblings were out to dinner while Donnie was supposed to be at his therapy session with Dr. Thurman, but skipping it one time wouldn’t hurt, right? Seeing how you were like his medication, except you actually worked and didn’t just make him drowsy.

The two of you were watching a corny horror movie, you had already connected the dots and figured out who the killer was, though, it didn’t matter anyways because neither of you were paying attention. You were leaned against his warm body while Donnie was squeezing and touching every inch of you that he could grab.

You let out quiet moans as he began to kiss behind your ears and onto your collar bone, reaching up and softly running your hands through his short hair. The two of you had never gone farther than this before, and it was slowly killing Donnie.

He needed you more than he needed air, you were the most angelic thing he had ever seen, he wanted nothing more than to ruin your pure image.

“Donnie, I know a lot about you.” You softly spoke, your words interrupted by little moans and laughs when his lips would tickle your neck.

“Yeah? Like what, angel?” Donnie smiled against your skin, drawing invisible circles on your exposed skin.

“I know that you have extensive knowledge on time travel.. and that your favorite cartoon is The Smurfs..” You chuckled at the last part, earning a playful eye roll from the boy and a gentle push; “..and I also know that you like to steal my underwear.” You finished your sentence by grabbing his jaw.

Donnie instantly froze and his heart sank into his stomach. His eyes were wide and he swallowed thickly before coming up with a lie on the spot.

“I don’t know what you mean, I wouldn’t do that.. That’s a total invasion of your privacy!” He began to breathe heavily, he felt like an animal caught in a cage with no way out.

“Oh, and you would never invade my privacy, right? You would never follow me home.. or sit by my window and watch me?” You had moved positions from laying on him to now straddling him sitting on his lap. You drew out your words softly into his ear, feeling him shake from anxiety.

Donnie knew he couldn’t lie his way out of this, he knew he was caught, and he was terrified. Was this the end? Were you completely disgusted with him and you were just stringing him along to hurt him? He couldn’t believe that, you were too sweet, too perfect, he didn’t want to lose you over his uncontrolled attraction to you.

“Do you.. hate me.. for it?” Donnie looked up at you with glossy eyes, trying to swallow his fear but failing miserably.

You couldn’t keep playing with him like this, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but you couldn’t help but find him attractive with his quivering voice and worried eyes.

“Oh, Donnie.. I could never hate you.” You lifted his chin to hold eye contact with him, and ran your free hand through his hair. “If anything,” You paused, letting his jaw go, and leaning forward, leaving your lips just an inch away from his.

“It’s kinda hot.” You finished your sentence, pushing your lips into his with a hard kiss, leaving Donnie completely surprised.

He couldn’t believe it, he was afraid of you being horrified of him, yet here you were making out with him because of it. Donnie knew he wouldn’t be able to hide the tent that was growing in his pants.

The kisses were only broken by the loud moans that left both of your mouths, the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other. You began to grind down on his crotch, pulling on his hair. Donnie bit down on your lip, resulting in a sharp moan from you. He latched onto your neck, attacking it with bites and wet kisses. You were in complete bliss, the only things you could think about were Donnie’s teeth pulling on your skin and his hand creeping up to your throat.

Donnie pulled away, placing his hand on your throat harshly. Both of your lips were swollen, and Donnie’s face was completely flushed, he smiled as he watched you pant like a dog, and he began to palm you through your jeans that had become 2 sizes to small, enjoying every moan that you cried out.

You looked incredible like this, he thought, your eyelashes wet from the tears that welled up from Donnie’s painful bites, your hair completely unruly, falling perfectly infront of your face, every bit of your sight was driving him crazy. It honestly amazed him how he was able to keep himself from ripping every bit of fabric off of you and making you cry, but Donnie didn’t wanna scare you off; so he kept his composure, at least this time he would.

You began to roll your hips into his hand that had a tight grip on your painfully hard bulge, moaning loudly into his open mouth, holding onto his wrist of the hand that was on your throat, causing him to squeeze ever so slightly harder. You felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, you needed to feel him.

“Please.. Donnie.” You said breathlessly with your eyes screwed shut. Donnie didn’t know if this was real or a hallucination, he had thought about this moment every time he masturbated with your stolen underwear, but now that it was actually happening, he felt wildly intimidated.

“I’ve never.. I’ve never done this before.” Donnie halted his movements, hanging his head low in embarrassment, worrying that the fact he was still a virgin would turn you off; only to find out that it made you want him ten times more, if that was even possible.

“That’s okay.. I can teach you, I promise.” You grabbed his chin, lifting it back up to your gaze, watching his already red face turn brighter.

Donnie nodded wildly, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched you stand up in front of him, taking your jeans off. He swore that if you looked hard enough, you could see a pool of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. When you had finally gotten your jeans off, which felt like years to the poor horny mess, you sat back down on his lap, kissing his forehead gently.

You gestured to Donnie to lift his arms up, and he instantly followed the command, lifting his arms up and swallowing thickly as you took his shirt off. Your lips ghosted over his as you ran your hands down his chest, taking note of how he bucked his hips subconsciously when you ran a finger over his nipple.

“We can start off simple, is that okay?” You smiled sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, watching his every movement to make sure you didn’t cause him any discomfort. “Yeah.. yeah that’s okay.” Donnie said, completely out of breath, his hard on becoming increasingly more painful.

You brought his hand down to your bulge once again, giving him a soft kiss as he circled your tip through your boxers. “You can take them off — please, take them off.” That simple command was all it took for him to completely rip off your plaid boxers, exposing your dripping cock to the cold air of the boys house. Donnie gripped you instantly, running his thumb over your slit with a half swallowed moan escaping his mouth.

“Fuck, Donnie..” Your face was buried in the nape of his neck, kissing it every once in a while to try and stifle your increasingly louder groans. Donnie had his free hand on the back of your head, holding you close to the sweet spot behind his ear you kept attacking. “You’re so fucking pretty..” He cried while continuing to work your length, he could feel his own pre completely soaking through his underwear. You began to roll your hips once again, feeling like you were on cloud nine, but just before you could come undone in his hand, he pulled away, holding your waist tightly.

“Can I.. you know…” Donnie whined, despite the fact that he had the nerve to stalk you, and break into your home, he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words ‘fuck you���, it was pathetically adorable.

You chuckled and nodded your head, kissing his cheek before sitting on your knees and helping Donnie remove his jeans. Something about you doing everything for him, and teaching him how to fuck you was deliciously exciting to him. He loved the idea of him being completely tainted by you, even if he had originally dreamed of the roles being reversed. With his jeans now removed, you kissed him one final time before curling a finger in his waistband, pulling his boxers down to his ankles.

Donnie looked away bashfully, his length twitching quickly, leaking pre like a hose. You bit your lip, taking a mental photo for use later. You hovered over him, holding his hard cock tightly as you lined it up with your hole.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, kissing the top of his head, making sure that he was ready to be taken like this. Donnie whined out in frustration, he was never good with patience and it was on full display here. You laughed at his needy response, and slowly began to sink down onto his dripping length. Donnie instantly threw his head back, grabbing your waist and digging his short nails into your skin. Your mouth hung open, sinful noises filled the room from the both of you as you bottomed out onto him.

Donnie’s eyes began to water from the sheer pleasure, and he held you like his life depended on it. It took you a second to adjust to his size, but you started slowly moving up and down, making Donnie completely loose it. His quiet demeanor was totally lost at this point, nothing but whines, cried out moans, and loud “fucks”, and “please’s” left his mouth. Nothing filled his mind except the feeling of you wrapped around him, and your pretty facial expressions. The poor boy was totally overwhelmed, fat tears began to fall from his eyes as he got closer to his climax.

The sight was enough to push you over the edge, he looked completely wrecked, and it was a gorgeous sight. You pushed yourself forward, latching onto his lips and grabbing his face tightly, his tears transferring onto your cheeks as you kissed. You became undone onto both of your chests, thick ropes covering Donnie’s frail body. Donnie broke the kiss with a loud cry, hitting his climax and losing himself inside of you. He held you tightly to his body as he pumped you full.

After a few moments of silence, that let both of you gain your composure, you let out a breathy laugh, kissing your fucked out boyfriend all over his face. You watched as his chest heaved up and down as he blinked tightly, trying to regain all of his senses. Donnie kissed your lips softly, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug.

“Hey.. how did you know all that stuff? Have you like.. done this before?” Donnie said, a thick sense of jealousy flowing through every word.

“No, I just watch a lot of porn.” You chuckled, a devilish smile running across your face.

Donnie let out a breathless moan as he flipped you onto your back, just the idea making him ready for a round two.

[yanyanderes]

this isn’t the best thing i’ve ever written because i don’t have a sleep schedule, but i wanted to get this out there just because. yeah i know the characters are ooc, but i’m too sleepy to correct myself. maybe i’ll revise this when i’m awake

yandere 2012 vs 2018 turtles and why they don’t like each other

leos

why 2012 leo doesn’t like 2018 leo

2018 leo is irresponsible and careless

he’s cocky and pulls all sorts of reckless stunts in battle to get (y/n)’s attention

not to mention all the ways 2018 leo taunts him, only rubbing salt in the wound

he also hates how 2018 leo tries to manipulate (y/n) into staying with him all the time

even though 2012 leo uses manipulation on (y/n) as well

but 2012 leo is doing it to protect them! 2018 leo just wants control over them!

why 2018 leo doesn’t like 2012 leo

he hates how uptight 2018 leo is. he constantly hovers over (y/n) 24/7

believes that 2012 leo is a total hypocrite for calling out his manipulation when he does the same thing only to claim it’s for “their own good”

hates how 2012 leo constantly uses the “i’m the leader” and “i know better” excuses to justify his actions

convinces himself that isn’t a threat, more like a thorn in his side

but there’s always that little voice in his head, nagging him that he has to start taking this threat more seriously, or he might lose (y/n) for good

raphs

why 2012 raph doesn’t like 2018 raph

says it’s because he’s way too soft, and a small part of that is true

he’s a towering figure that can strike fear in the hearts of his enemies with a glance, but all (y/n) has to do is say “please” and 2018 raph is bending over backwards for them

but for the most part, it’s because he’s jealous

he sees how caring and sweet 2018 is to (y/n) and how much they adore him for it, and 2012 raph just can’t compare because he isn’t like that

2012 raph isn’t sweet, he doesn’t wear a cheesy grin on his face all day every day, he isn’t a gentle giant

he’s the angry one. he snaps easily, he fights first and talks later

basically, 2018 raph is everything 2012 raph isn’t

ends up only getting angrier as the rage builds up, unable to properly communicate his emotions

why 2018 raph doesn’t like 2012 raph

2012 raph is so short-tempered and reckless, of course 2018 is going to worry!

he’s scared that 2012 raph’s anger will put (y/n) in danger, or that he’ll possibly snap at (y/n) and hurt them himself

also 2018 raph is way more protective than 2012 raph is

like, yeah, if 2012 raph sees someone hurt (y/n) he’s gonna absolutely maul the enemy, but if they trip and scrape their knee, he knows it isn’t a life or death scenario

2018 raph treats (y/n) like glass and never wants to see them hurt

because of this, he believes that 2012 raph doesn’t care enough about (y/n)’s safety

donnies

why 2012 donnie doesn’t like 2018 donnie

similar to raph, except instead of jealousy it’s insecurity

2018 donnie is cool, sassy, confident, and his robots are so impressive they put 2012’s to shame

2012 donnie is an awkward nerd who’s inventions blow up in his face more than half of the time

he’s scared that 2018 donnie will whisk (y/n) off their feet and they won’t want anything to do with him

because of that, he’ll try to become more like his 2018 counterpart so (y/n) will spend more time with him

he’ll work even harder on his inventions, and he’ll try to be all cool and suave

if that doesn’t work, he’ll become more obsessive and stalk (y/n) much more than he already did

why 2018 donnie doesn’t like 2012 donnie

similar to 2018 leo, except he actually doesn’t see his 2012 counterpart as a real threat

usually, he’d be paranoid at the thought of a rival, but he’s going up against a version of himself, and who knows himself better than him?

not to mention 2012 doesn’t have the same resources 2018 does

if push comes to shove, he’ll use 2012’s insecurities against him

but it gets real bad if (y/n) tries to comfort 2012 for his insecurities, and gets terrible if they scold 2018 for his behavior

his paranoia starts kicking in and now he’s getting nervous that (y/n) will start favoring 2012 donnie, so he starts doing things to earn their favor

mikeys

tbh i can’t see these two not getting along

the most they’ll do is have a few petty arguments and yeah sometimes things might go a little too far if too many buttons are pushed

but overall i think they’d get along pretty well

sometimes their teamwork with each other is better than the teamwork they have with their own brothers

honestly, if all the turtles were fighting over (y/n), i can see these two being the peacemakers of the group alongside 2012 leo and 2018 raph

[sibillascribbles08]

Okay buckling down and doing this now.

Here’s my propaganda about why Donnie is the most like his dad featuring solid points and some arguable points.

First statement, this isn’t me saying ONLY Donnie is like his dad. All the boys share traits with their father that I’ve noticed (an essay for another time perhaps) I think Donnie just racks up the most points.

Going under a cut tho because long.

So first thing I want to talk about is a lot of people attach Leo as being exactly like his dad, mostly because they have the same vibes on a surface level, but I still argue that Donnie picks up more pieces. The only reason it’s not obvious is because Donnie is very book and technical smart while Lou named turtles Green and Green 2.

Tossing aside some surface level factors (i.e. those eyebrows are 100% inspired from Lou Jitsu and I won’t hear otherwise) some of their shared traits are fairly obvious.

Donnie, much like Leo, not only has an ego (regarding his mind) but is also very vain. While it’s not to a point he acts like he’s the prettiest boy in the room, there are a handful of points he draws attention to his appearance. (”You are the hunkiest” Drawing on eyebrows for nine years, making a titanium bust of himself etc). Even after being mutated, Splinter hasn’t lost a lot of this.

One that was pointed out to me from another post, Splinter and Donnie both have a form of screen addiction. Though seeking it out in different ways, Splinter is often glued to the TV while Donnie panics without having his phone nearby.

Donnie obvs got his love of dancing from his dad. Tragic you don’t see Splinter doing it a lot but he evidently did a bunch of it back before he got mutated. (Also the 80s jams always get you huh Donnie?? interesting)

This technically applies to all the bros tbh, but Donnie is fairly protective. I think Splinter’s desire to break his vow of no more fighting for some turtles he just met gets extended to all the boys and Donnie is no exception. He often seems very aloof, and doesn’t invest a lot of concern into people they deem as their enemies, but he puts a lot of subtle effort into building tech that will keep his family safe.

Mikey already pointed out the freebie in Breaking Purple with that photo comparison. But just to be clear when Splinter’s temper gets the better of him (essp. because his ego of all things is being attacked) the first thing he does is ground the boys. Donnie’s first instincts with Shelldon are the same thing (and with his own father apparently)

Speaking of which: “Oh Papá, if you surrender now there shant be any consequences!” “Hah, that is a lie. I taught him that one.”

I’m not totally sure how good Splinter’s recent memory is, but the show does have him state he remembers all of the names of the stuntmen he worked with. Donnie’s memory is also shown to be extremely on point (”the brain is nature’s notepad”). In some ways because he exercises it so much, but still.

Here’s a fun one. They’re both bad liars (in certain situations). It’s always interesting to me people just flat out say Donnie is a bad liar despite how fast he was with a fake name toward the purple dragons and his attempt to scam Repo out of the mystic armor piece. It seems that given at least some space to plan he can lie just fine, it’s more sudden scenarios where he falters. (”We are just normal humans on our way to a convention.”) But also, despite being trained as an actor, Splinter is also sometimes... very bad at lying. (”I am Randal and I am a normal teenage boy!”) Literally in that episode Splinter and Donnie just have an exchange of a terrible lie. (”I can’t believe he fell for that.” “I can’t believe they fell for that.”)

Oh yeah speaking of actor, Donnie’s flair for the dramatics holy SHIT. I don’t think he’s necessarily brilliant at acting (or at the very least doesn’t have it come as naturally as Leo does) but wow some of the speeches he gives when he’s despondent.... boy.

Some other short point. “You’re so cute but so mean why do I always fall for your type?” (gee, wonder if this is part of the reason Lou was into Big Mama). And also I’m p sure they both snore.

Okay here’s my big wammy one though. Both Donnie and his father are very approval seeking. They may seek it from different sources but it’s very prominent and influences a lot of their decisions. While Lou turned away from his family and their traditions, I imagine there was a part of him that was frustrated that his grandfather (his only parental figure it seems) wouldn’t approve of anything he did outside of their family legacy. Lou decides to go out and be a movie star, lives for the camera, the fame, the attention, and even when trapped in the battle nexus seems to have some fond memories attached to the cheering crowds. He seeks out approval from a bunch of strangers because he was never able to get it from his family. (And on top of that, you sometimes see him desperate for the approval of his sons and get very frustrated when they look up to other people).

Donnie’s in a similar boat. He states multiple times he wants the approval of a parental figure (either Splinter fell out of showing his pride or does it in ways that Donnie doesn’t understand) and in some cases is easily won over by the right kind of compliments being thrown his way. He also seems to want approval from his siblings (making big shows about showing off new inventions. “And applause, and applause, and still waiting for your applause.”) though maybe not to the same degree as from someone he could consider a role model. He attaches his self worth to what he can do, and notes that if his family decides his tech is useless, they may think the same way about him.

You could make arguments that all the boys have this issue but I don’t think it’s to the same degree as Donnie. Sure they all have moments they want to prove themselves, but there’s plenty of other occasions they make it clear they don’t give a flip what the others think.

Anyway much to Donnie’s horror and disgust I think he’s the most like his dad, despite how different they appear at first glances, and so far I’m having a fantastic time playing with that idea.

[raisin-shell]

Totally going based off some old headcanon you’ve done for Don and Mikey. Mostly because I feel so curious about him, what are some of Leo’s masterbation habits? I like the idea that he’s the typical boy next door but lowkey he’s a big old perv.

Mmm mmm mmm…. The leader’s most private moments revealed!!! Let’s get into it.

As we all know Leo is very much a book worm

Being as such, his favorite form of “porn” is actually smut that he reads in romantic novels

For Leo, it’s about a spiritual experience

Much like meditation, he imagines himself being there with a person

His thoughts are extremely vivid particularly when it comes to imagining the genitals and the conjoining of the two

However the blue boy wonder isn’t opposed to pornography

Watches porn on his phone so he can quickly put it away if disturbed

He likes watching male/female more so than male on male

However if he does watch male on male he prefers the submissive role

With a female he prefers a more dominant role

Will talk dirty to himself while stroking his member

This man has one dirty, filthy mouth

“Yes kitten…. You take my cock so well”

“Be a good girl and suck on sensei’s cock yeah?”

“I want to see that little pussy spread wide for me”

“Naughty girl. So wet for me already”

“Play with your pussy for me. I want to watch you touch yourself”

“Louder. I want my father to hear you screaming my name!”

All scenarios he’s made up in his mind even if he’s watching a quick flick

Loves deep slow penetration

Loves pussy massage and pussy eating videos

Not a fan of girl on girl but loves two girls, one guy

Will blow his load watching penis worshiping

Low key into bondage or bdsm but he’s picky

Breeding benches are the best invention ever in his book

His saved videos range from slow passionate sex to rough male dominated raw fucking

Just depends on his mood

His go to for a quickie is raw dog male dominating female

Particularly in the standing position where the male shows his sheer strength

For a slow, long stroke to ease his mind he uses his mind and imagines his s/o…. Or chief Vincent who he has a thing for

Speaking of he has a thing for milfs in power positions

Dreams of having an older woman take his virginity and dominating him

Will never admit this particular fantasy to anyone.

Loves male on male domination, he taking on the submissive role

Also would never admit to this either

Has tried slipping his finger and also vibrators in his back door

He enjoys this when he has time

Leonardo keeps his sexual kinks discreet from all his brothers except for Donnie who he’s confided in on a professional level

He also loves watching women masturbate particularly in the shower or bath

Obsessed with the way vaginas look. Has a hidden folder in his phone with nothing but pussy pics

[ashtraythief]

Hey, so I'm doing a criminal comic (inspired by your Underneath verse!!!) and I was just wondering how do you get your information from? Such as how thieves and the mob don't mix well, etc. Or the thought processes of every criminal in the underworld? LOVE your verse btw!! To bits!!

Oh wow, that’s sounds so cool! I hope you’ll send me a link when you’re done, I’d love to see how it turns out!

Oh, hmm, information.... I don’t know if that’s quite the right word lol. Let’s call it inspiration. So most of my inspiration comes from TV. I have a few shows I really like and in my very unknowing state think they depict intriguing pictures of the criminal underworld. Mostly Burn Notice, Leverage, and White Collar. Burn Notice and Leverage especially are I think really underrated shows that I can only highly recommend. It’s like a mini heist movie every episode and they give you lots of information during the planning stage. They’re kind of well researched I think (even if of course totally over the top). Jensen’s heist when he steals from Jared in the beginning was heavily drawn from some Leverage eps, and so was the Mona Lisa scam he talked to Matt about (Matt and DeKay are basically their White Collar characters). I also did some superficial research on mob structures, street gangs, and prison life. I never really went further than wikipedia and some newspaper articles and blogs though, because the entire scenario is totally out there :D Like, Jared dominating the city like that (from what I understand even though you have people dominating certain aspects of the trade or parts of town, you always have competing gangs and families) or the special undercover team Jensen is part of (as far as I know, that does not exist. Though Joseph Pistone aka Donny Brasco did go undercover for six years).

So, in conclusion, I use what I like on TV and haven’t done a lot of serious research here except for what’s easily searchable on the internet. Hope that helps!

Thanks so much for your ask! So thrilled to hear you enjoy the underneath verse

[kayawagner]

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Real presidents effectuate regime change

When did “regime change” become the mark of a “real” president? Well, not to keep you in suspense, but it was in the brief reign of George Herbert Walker “Bad Ass” Bush. While still a mere VP, Georgie wanted President Reagan to green light the removal of Panama strongman Manuel Noriega—basically a CIA “asset” gone rogue—but Ronnie, while he loved things that go bang, tended to be a little squeamish when it came to the sight of actual blood when shed by actual Americans, so George had to wait until he got his own bony Connecticut ass in the Oval Office before the shooting could start.

Noriega, of course, was a mere hors d'œuvre, a hors d'œuvre verging on farce when the U.S. military spent hours blasting a holed-up Noriega with super-loud doses of rock n’ roll in an effort to bludgeon him into surrendering, instead of, you know, just kicking in the door, rolling across the floor and wasting everyone in the room with a fusillade of rounds from a .357 Magnum, the way Dirty Harry would have done it. Sure, we “won”, but we looked a little ridiculous doing so.

Iraq was much, much better. Saddam Hussein was a certified bad guy, the “worst since Hitler”, a guy who oppressed the Kurds and other racial minorities within his own country and had now brutally invaded the innocent neighboring country of Kuwait, leading to an orgy of rape and murder. No wonder Aitch-Dubya, as he’s sometimes called, launched a mighty blow against this moral monster.

A mighty blow, yes, but not a mortal one. Before Hussein’s brutal invasion, Bush had already given him the green light, but only to take part of Kuwait, not the whole thing. A few rapes, sure, the price of progress. But don’t go overboard!

And Bush, despite urging the oppressed minorities within Iraq—of whom there were many—to revolt, planned all along to leave Hussein in charge once he’d been driven back across the border. Better the devil you know, after all, even if it means letting that devil murder tens of thousands of people roused to revolt by the United States) and then abandoned.

Most Americans never noticed the profound disparity between American words and American actions. It was too much fun blowing shit up! Americans love it! Most of all, the media love it! As Donald Trump discovered, when a president blows shit up, he gets great press! And you know how Donald Trump loves great press!

But Republicans did notice when they lost the 1992 election. How to get back that special glow? Invade Iraq for real this time! Total victory! Total!

The only problem was that that damned hippie Bill Clinton, the nation’s draft dodger in chief, was in the White House. And then when even Bill Clinton effected regime change, smart bombing his way to victory in Kosovo, it was all too goddamn much. If that goddamn Bill Clinton can be a “war hero”, maybe those goddamn smart bombs are too smart!

Like the first Gulf War, the war in Kosovo was considerably more “confused” than most Americans believed—bloodier and with considerably more moral ambiguity than most American talking heads can soundbite. But regardless of what happened on the ground in eastern Europe, in the U.S., the lesson was clear: Clinton acted, bombs fell, no Americans died, and “we won”.

Naturally, George W. Bush was chafing at the bit to kick some ass when he entered the White House. The evidence is clear that finding an excuse for taking out Saddam Hussein with force and violence was the number one foreign policy goal for the new Bush Administration. While the collapse of the Twin Towers on 9/11 was not the pretext Bush, Cheney, and Rumsfeld wanted, it was the pretext they embraced, and the disaster began.

Barack Obama largely owed his victory in the Democratic primary over Hillary Clinton to the fact that he opposed the second Gulf War, though he shamefully muted the extent of his disagreement with the invasion, pointing out virtually none of the Bush Administration’s countless hypocrisies in launching an entirely unnecessary and brutal war, very largely for political gain. Obama recognized that Americans wanted to get out of Iraq without having to admit that they had done anything wrong.

Once in power, Obama himself signally failed to resist the siren call of regime change, especially when emitted by that most unlikely of sirens, Hillary Rodham Clinton. Hillary had her rod on for regime change almost from the get-go, though her favored, and ultimate, target all along—Great Russian self-crowned pseudo-czar Vladimir Putin, remained frustratingly out of reach. But Hillary pulled the wool over Vladimir’s eyes, getting Russia’s support in the UN for a resolution authorizing a U.S.-organized “humanitarian intervention” in Libya, which quickly turned into out and out regime change. “We came, we saw, he died”, chuckled Hillary, channeling her inner Gaius Julius, Caesar to Vladimir’s mini-czar, and fitting herself for the purple, which she would have won had she not persuaded Obama to “lead from behind”. Karma much, Hillary?

Yes, Libya was a massive disaster, costing four American lives (up front at least) compared to the thousands lost by George Bush & Co. but Republicans use different scales when it comes to Clintons and black guys with big ears. Hillary was hammered mercilessly, though for all the wrong reasons, and she paid the price.

Back when Donald Trump was running for president, he on occasion uttered pretty much an ultimate heresy—that the Iraqi invasion was not merely a mistake— “Oh, if we had only known that Saddam didn’t have weapons of mass destruction!1 But it’s so not our fault!”—but a lie and a disaster from the start. Well, but that was then. That fat kid in Korea is giving Big Donnie shit and Donnie don’t take shit. And then there’s that goddamn Iran. We need to kick some ass there. We need to kick some ass somewhere! It’s Patton time!

Ever since Noriega, the U.S. has staggered from one disaster to the next, but like the drunk who insists that this time he won’t piss his pants and wreck the car, not only our presidents but the whole military/diplomatic/“intelligence” bureaucracy can’t seem to put the bottle down. It’s so boring being, you know, polite to people! Why can’t we just kill them? It’s so much more fun!

Afterwords Over at the American Conservative, the indispensable Daniel Larson tracks the Trumpians’ bizarre obsessions with both North Korea and Iran. The constant threats and bullying directed at the two nations would seem to guarantee either a humiliating climbdown on both North Korea (“Okay, keep your nuclear weapons and your death-dealing ICBMs. You don’t seem like such bad guys after all!”) and Iran (“You know, all that stuff about 72 virgins with pear-shaped breasts sounds kinda fun. See you in Jannah,2 amigo!”) or, you know, war! Why do supposedly sane military men in particular, who know that war with either nation would provoke bloodshed on a scale at least comparable to that of Vietnam (and in a much shorter time span) for no purpose except to show “toughness”, keep pushing for a showdown? Do they think that Trump’s base will simply swallow any lie/line he gives them? Do they think of anything at all, except their next budget? One can wonder.

Also at the American Conservative, Matt Purple outlines the horrors Hillary’s vanity hath wrought in Libya. I would love to read this aloud to both Hillary and Obama.

I have bitched, so many times!, about the fraudulent use of the notion of “weapons of mass destruction” to invade Iraq, notably in the post WMD: The Right Lies Well. To recapitulate, briefly (or not): Biological and chemical weapons, which “everyone” assumed Saddam possessed, are not weapons of mass destruction. Saddam himself claimed that they were, saying/threatening that he could destroy half of Israel with chemical weapons, so, in effect, he dug his own grave, but in actual use these weapons are no more, and no less, horrible than the standard bullets and high explosives. March 16, 1988, saw the worst chemical weapons attack in modern history, when Saddam’s forces slaughtered up to 5,000 helpless Kurdish citizens of his own country in the town of Halabja in a five-hour assault involving a dozen bombers. The Twin Towers collapse took some 2,500 lives in less than half an hour, while Hiroshima took at least 70,000 in less than a minute. Despite the endless “worst case” scenarios, there is simply no comparing, much less equating, chemical and biological weapons with nuclear ones. And the United States is the only nation to have ever used them. ↩︎

Paradise. ↩︎