#master 2016

[filthygalli]

Master (2016)

Lee Byung Hun(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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I watched this film a while ago and I'm going crazy because they filmed half of the film IN MY COUNTRY (I live in the Philippines) it also happened around my area omg, I was shocked because the place looked familiar and I was damn right—it took place in Tondo manila, Philippines.

He's also wearing the Philippine national clothing for men, it's called "Barong", and damn it suits him so much?! He's like one of those typical Filipino villains in every series and movies—i don't even know what am I saying at this point, but anyways—the film is so good, there's some parts of the film that I wasn't expecting, the betrayals and everything, it's a good film, I recommend y'all to watch it, the actors are 🔛🔝

[toastinthegrass]

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Raphael's First Love—A Talk With Splinter

part of the First Love Talk miniseries!

sfw 💫 word count: 1.2k

The old metronome in the corner of the dojo ticked on incessantly as Raphael sat in indignant silence with Master Splinter. After four outbursts, a fight with Leonardo, and days of distance, Splinter had put his foot down and called his son in for a talk about his behavior. Beneath his stern exterior, Splinter was concerned.

"Raphael, explain yourself," Splinter demanded with a calm voice, treading a thin line with his angriest son's temper. Not out of fear—Splinter could and would easily put the giant back in his place even as an old rat. That was no issue. "What has gotten into you?"

Weeks of this crap, that's what, thought Raph bitterly. Weeks of feeling sick to his stomach every time she was around, trying to put up a good front and getting embarrassed by himself or his brothers; he felt stupid. Weak. Utterly at her mercy, and she didn't even know. Good. I don't want her to. Splinter gave him a skeptical eye. He shifted his position multiple times, uncomfortable and trying to look casual. Grunted dismissively. But he knew his father was not going to take that for an answer. He let out a scoff, dodging eye contact, "Things gettin' under my shell like usual."

"But not like usual, because you are worse-off than usual," observed Splinter.

His mental health was actively declining the more he deliberated on the pang in his heart he felt when he thought about her. It made his guts twist to think about why he was so angry, why he was even afraid of her, deep down. The last thing he ever wanted to admit to himself, let alone Splinter, was that he cared what she thought. A lot.

Too much.

All of his brothers seemed so confident, and yet he was self-conscious. Why? Why do I gotta be like this?!

Raph shrugged. "You know me, master. Comes with the whole package, whether all of you like it or not." He was already moody, prone to rapidly-changing emotions. That was never a guess, it was a given. "Look, I'll do us a favor and just end this convo now—I ain't in a bad way. And Leo needs to stay in his lane comin' to you over a little fight." He started to get up, leave the terrible silence of the training room and that god awful ticking metronome. Splinter jabbed his cane into his plastron, knocking him back, and then brought it down hard on his foot. Raph yelped and stumbled down, quickly reassuring his seated position.

"Enough!" Splinter barked. "Sit, Raphael."

Splinter had his full attention, now. The top of his foot ached dully.

Raph was seething on the inside. On the outside, he slumped over his knee, hiding his face behind his thick forearm.

This was all her fault. If she hadn't fallen—literally crashed—into their lives, he would be fine. There would be no question about what to do or what he was feeling. It was always them and the shadows—no people, no complications. He always knew that would never be accepted despite craving it with every ounce of his being. Why change that? Why suddenly bring more emotions into the mix? Before her, it was all straightforward. Now, he worried if he was too brutish, too much of a freak, if his normal habits weren't so "normal". He didn't want to feel like he was under one of Donnie's microscopes, with her eye looking through the lens.

Splinter furrowed his gray brow at him, resting his hands on his cane. "This is about your self esteem, is it not?" he questioned carefully. Prying.

"You couldn't know anything about it!" Raph shouted back. He swung his hand as he spoke. "I'm a six-foot turtle, there's no changing it! No changing me!"

Sighing a light breath, Splinter closed his eyes. This was going to be the challenge for the day. No day was without its challenges. He recentered his thoughts, looking for a different angle. He wanted to speak his son's language.

"Correct, there is no changing you."

Raph stuttered on his response as his face fell almost imperceptibly, but Splinter knew every minute expression of his kids.

If she knows, I'm done for. Raphael's mind was swirling and his thoughts were reaching dead-ends left and right. There was no changing. No hope? He couldn't tell. He'd given up before he'd even tried. Because like his weapon, he was defensive, and did everything possible to protect what? Himself. His big, soft heart in there that needed some serious attention. The thought of telling her made him want to hurl. But like a moth to a flame, he kept coming right back to her, torturing himself with "what-if's" and doubts he had all the while.

"What do you want me to say, Splinter?" Raph spat with a low voice.

"I want you to be honest with yourself," Splinter replied.

Raph poked the tip of his sai into the mat before him, digging it into the material. "Okay, I'll bite," he said, "what do you think I'm lyin' about? Huh?"

He already knew the answer to that. It was everything; he rejected the shyness he felt inexplicably when she was around. He felt dirty next to her, or if he accidentally touched her, it was an ordeal. Because he was a mutant and she was a human. Out of all of her pick of people, he never could have been at the top of her list. He doubted he even made the list as an option.

Knowing Raphael was lying then, too, Splinter simply lifted his chin at him, and waited for the real answer.

The silence was getting to be too much for him. He jammed his sai into the mat, stabbing through it. But in his face was sadness, not anger. He finally admitted, "I just want to be accepted. Even just by her." Fiddling with his sai, he averted his eyes to stare at something random next to him, adding quietly, a little bashfully: "Aaaaaand sometimes I think Leo has a…better shot than me. That's why we were fightin'. I went nuts because he was gettin' along with her and it made me feel some stuff I don't want to feel."

There it was, thought Splinter, bingo. "Well, you are certainly not the first young man to make a fool of yourself over a girl."

"Master, I don't even know what to do with myself. How am I ever gonna know what to do with her?"

"The first step would be to stop ruining my mat," Splinter said as he bonked his son's head with the end of his cane, irked that he was creating a hole in it with his sai. Raph quickly tucked his weapon away. He muttered an apology. Splinter cleared his throat before continuing. "The second step would be for you to face your fears, Raphael. Accept them, conquer them. You are as you are—what humanity thinks of you is not your concern. You know who you are. I would like to think that [y/n] does as well."

Raph shifted, uncomfortable. "Yeah, I don't think she does. I don't really…"

She was all too kind, beautiful, and smart; a deadly, terrifying combination, in his predicament. He'd been plagued with dreams of being with her night after night. Not worrying about a single thing until the moment he woke up—he was stressing every morning. His anxieties always seemed to curse him cropping up in his dreams; not even in sleep could he escape her sphere of influence.

Placing a gentle hand on Raphael's shoulder, Splinter looked down at him, "Then, you show her who you really are. Raphael."

[save-me-spiderman]

you know after this Wade was even more ride or die for Matrix

[72crowe89]

The Seitei War

[roman-cup]

They are "What if we met in every universe" to me

I rewatched Handsome devil again after I watched Dead Poets Society for the first time yesterday, as to cope with Dead Poets Society and now I'm thinking about Handsome devil again and ahhh guys I love that movie...

[the-multiversal-chronicler]

I know to the common fan crossover trope of the “Badass Brigade” (think Samus/master chief/doom slayer or doom slayer/kratos/goblin slayer) is that all members stay at their levels of badassness even when in a team but I like to think that once the get a team they would more then happily fall into roles just because their under less stress as a team.

Like chief would absolutely take a leader role just because he’s one of the most levelheaded and tactical while samus would be great lancer/face just due to the fact she the most personable and doom slayer is obviously the powerhouse who shoots first and asks questions later, issac is there to just because non of them know anything more technical then color matching and he’s a mechanic so he’s the smart one by default.

I just imagine there adventures going something like this.

Chief: alright we need information on portals that brought use here and get supplies to help us repair the ship.

Samus: I can head into that town outpost over there and ask around. I shouldn’t have to hard of a time, even if a pretty face doesn’t work my arm cannon will.

Doom slayer: *nods in agreement*

Issac: if samus’s ship still works on regular mechanical principles I should be able to at least get some of it working. Mind helping me get under the thing big guy?

Doom slayer: *proceeds to life the whole ship over his head with only a grunt as a show of effort*

Issac: … that works I guess.

Samus: glad he’s on our side.

Chief: yeah.

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

For all of its problems, there are still things I truly enjoy about Multiverse of Madness. Things that reflect some of Stephen's best qualities. Like his complete and immediate willingness to sacrifice his life, and even his own soul, to protect even just one other person.

We've seen this quality over and over on his MCU journey ~ and though it's a completely thankless job, he never hesitates. What the Ancient One properly called his capacity for goodness.

And the absolute brilliance and flexibility of his beautiful mind - coupled with the magic that he's built far beyond what he learned in Kamar-Taj. Dreamwalking into his own, dead Variant!

Seizing the Souls of the Damned and fashioning them into a Cloak to fly him across to Wundagore...and then using them to entrap Wanda (enough to slow her down, anyway)! Show me another MCU Sorcerer with that same ability to think out of the box and such incredible magic; magic worthy of the Sorcerer Supreme in any universe.

[florida3exclamationpoints]

It was so funny to follow everyone's theories before seeing the reveal as someone who has no trust in Marvel's easter egg abilities. Like I knew there would be a reveal that put everything together and would make sense but I didn't think every little discrepancy meant something bc sometimes marvel is just stupid. But I also thought every little discrepancy COULD mean something! I saw a theory about how Billy called Sharon "Sharon Davis" when Agatha was pretending to be possessed by her but no one should have known that was her name. She only ever told Agatha she was Sharon Davis and Agatha never remembered and the rest of them only heard Mrs. Hart and Sharon so they should have assumed her name was Sharon Hart. And when I read that I was like wow that's a really good point!!! However it's definitely the kind of thing marvel themselves wouldn't notice. And guess what! It was a marvel screw up 💔

[crusaderguy]

These your opps Kratos?

[kitchenlittle]

“Playing with Pens” Human TMNT Donnie x BFF! Fem! Reader 🍋‍🟩

Warnings/ Mentions: Wrestling/Restraining, mutual attraction, suggestive language and situations, Black-coded reader, slight injury, illuding to sex, dry humping, hairpulling, mention of bodily fluids, masturbation, erections, and pizza.... (I've always imagined human Donnie as black, looking like the model above but with shoulder length dreads and glasses if anyone is confused)

Pen on paper gets annoying after a while. That disgusting sound that the pen's tip scrubbing itself across the page was somehow akin to the sounds of an overworked keyboard. That 'Tap', 'Tap' 'TAP'. Especially when it would get low on ink and the tapping would get worse.  The loud thunks on the desk as the extra liquid was coaxed to tip and onto the page. Dotting its way onto the edge of your last nerve. Not to mention the following loud cursing as your assailant would lose his concentration as he fiddled with an equation. No amount of hitting would get that old ass pen to ink any faster and yet this ‘genius’ never seemed to get it. Though there was some hope for your sanity. Sometimes he’d give up and just get a new one. You were thankful for those rare moments of silence, when you could just watch him take a second to breathe. It was all short lived because then your friend would raid the poor, old desk for the nearest utensil filled cup and get right back to helping you lose your mind like clockwork. 

He’d continue his assault on your poor ears with another somehow even more maddening scrawling with a smooth pen. He’d whisper to himself. Softly discussing incantations filled with numbers and formulas, theories, and worse all the weird nicknames he’d give his tools and inventions. Occasionally acknowledging your presence with an expected glare and a little conversation.

It had to fucking stop, how else were you going do nothing for hours if he was damn near trying to win a competition for the world's most annoying best friend with a ratty notebook. Without another thought your body reacted. Tape-tethered glasses were clasped in your delicate grip instantly, ripping them away from the bridge of his nose. His expression contorted from a shock to a frown in an instant, followed quickly by swift disappointment. 

He slammed the pen onto the previously abused paper in a huff. “Stop playing and give them back.” From his tone, you can tell he was very unimpressed but not trying to lose his cool...yet.

He was obviously not ready nor in the mood to play any of your games. If it wasn’t already evident from the fact that his brow was twitching because he was surely going to verbally assault you if you didn't give in and give him his glasses. His eyes were still scanning over the equations in front of him once more despite his annoyance. Of course, you had to choke in a laugh his face was practically trying to fuse with the paper with how close he needed to be to read them. The skin out his nose wrinkled as he sighed. 

“I was on the edge of a breakthrough” His brown pupils bore into your own, a mixture of pleading and anger swirled in their dilation. 

You rolled your eyes. Both of you knew he barely made mistakes and could do it later so he was just being extra for the sake of it.  “Your pen is loud as hell. You can’t use your dry-erase board for all this?” 

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. He leaned back in his busted-up chair. Stretching his long limbs as he reached behind his monitor to grasp the board in question. He studied you as his sock feet dragged the rickety wheels across the room towards you.

He tilted his head while squinting dramatically. “Does this look big enough to do all this on?” He pointed to his decryped notebook. 

You raised your eyebrows and did a head tilt of your own. Still, you guarded his glasses in your palms, ready to fight him to protect your ‘delicate’ hearing.  “That notebook doesn't even look healthy enough to write on in the first place. Just use the damn board. 'Shit looks like it got stage four cancer anyway.”

His expression was totally displeased. Years of friendship between you two have provided him a completely broken sense of humor and his overactive imagination drummed up a crude illustration of his familiar notebook in a cartoon style with a thermometer in its mouth and ice pack. Looking at the ceiling was the only thing saving him from collapsing into shambles just then. 

“Shut the fuck up and gimme back my glasses. You know I can barely see shit without them. I need to get back to work. Last time I checked no one is forcing you to be in here anyway!” He pushed his dreadlocks out his face, slipping an elastic band off his wrist to throw them into a ponytail as his normal violet durag was likely discarded somewhere in the mounds of blankets on his bed. The one you are residing on. 

For a second you were thankful not to have pale skin as he’d see your embarrassment from a mile away. You’d seen Donnie without his glasses in the past, but you never paid his face much attention since it always accompanied by his sleeping form or a slight face injury. But then again, he was also never this close either.

You were a bit trapped on this edge of his bed as he had rolled himself close enough to pin your legs to the side of the mattress with his own, purposefully of course. His hands further pinning your thighs to stop you from escaping his hold. If he were any closer, you’d be hovering directly over his face. He sat just below you. Unsuprising as he would be eye level if his bed wasn't so high off the ground, with him being 6'2 it was needed. His normally titled eyes wided a bit more than normal to grimace at you. He ran his tongue over lips to unconsciously moisten them. That alone nearly had you cave. Lord, his skin, you’d kill a man to have the clearness and velvet shine that his face flaunted. When did he get so pretty? Even his lashes were gorgeous, long and moist as they rested briefly when he blinked. The light made his dark brown eyes look like reflections of the night sky were trapped in them. And his sweet voice...like a violin dipped in honey, a real dangerous combination with that Harlem accent. He'd do better as a super model if he weren't invested in his make-shift lab. Did you want to give them back? You were frozen.

“So you just gonna sit there and looked stupid with my expensive glasses in your hand?” He followed up his corny roast with a chuckle. The gap in his teeth contrasted his dark features so much, it almost made him look enteral. Little did you know the feeling was mutual, he only laughed to distract himself from staring at your lips for too long. 

He honestly hated insulting you but that was his brain's natural response to any confusing emotion. A nasty habit he picked up from being raised with rowdy brothers.  

That ‘look stupid’ tore you out of your trance quick. You scowled at him and your grip on his poor glasses got tighter. He wasn't that pretty! Obscenities flew through your brain as you turned around on his comforter to crawl off with them. Stupid aye? Oh, you're about to show him stupid. He would undoubtedly get them back soon enough and you weren't meant to mistreat them, but he wasn't getting these Malcolm X- headass glasses back without a fight. 

You were off and if years of martial arts training taught Donnie anything it was to constantly keep your eye on your opponent. Before your untrained limbs could even crawl off the edge of the bed near the door's entrance, a sharp pain crept up your ankle and skin as the wood off that dreaded staff was scooped under your torso and under your lower half in an instant. With one hand clasped around his oculars and the other being supported by your legs the minute the staff completed its journey under your legs and feet, your face planted hard into the mattress. The last thing you saw was a mass of purple before it all went dark. 

You heard laughing as the surface underneath you dipped underneath his weight. He was crawling up the bed. Your foot jotted out backwards to kick his leg but it ended up a bit too high and you kicked him in the groin instead. If you had learned anything over the years then the fact that when you ever played fought with any of the guys, hitting them somewhere that hurt made them more aggressive. A loud almost pornographic groan filled your alert ears as a large hand pulled your leg back and towards him. The staff came down and hard on your wrist they were holding the glasses just barely missing the lense. It didn't hurt that bad but it stung like a bitch. Still, you weren't backing down.

He was well aware you didn't mean to kick him there but the aching pain almost made him see red. After slapping your wrist he kinda hopped you drop them but you both knew if those glasses made contact with that wood floor they would cease to exist. Truly, he needed to get new ones but he gave up on trading in the old ones as his neurodivergent mind would never allow it, too many memories in those specs. That's probably why he was so ready to play rough with you to get them back. Well….that and to make his best friend beg for mercy. He always got his way somehow anyway, so why not see how he’d get it this time.

He slid his Bo in front of your clavicle and pulled backward to further knock the wind out of you. Forcing your head out of his sheets you were pulled back to face the ceiling, He took a swift arm under your back and down pineed your non offending arm to behind you. Seething, he pinned your wrist there and straddled yours directly to trap them underneath him so you didn't try anything funny again. 4/5ths of your body was underneath him. You hate how fucking tall he was because he could do this with easier access to your weak points and he was too heavy to simply push off. 

“Stop being so damn stubborn and give them back. NOW. ” he snarled at you but despite all odds, he was having a bit of fun. He'd never actually hurt you and he knew you'd never betray him by purposefully breaking his glasses. But, he knew you and that you were petty enough to hide them or give them to one of his brothers to further this little game. No pencil was so damn loud that getting hit in the wrist and pinned down like an animal was worth it. 

You let out a needy whine in response. If he weren't so focused he would realize how terrible the scene would have looked if someone walked in. You outstretched your petty hand and still wanted to create distance between him and the glasses. With a wicked mind, you had clocked that both his hands were occupied forcing you down. You still had the upper hand. 

“You’d have to let go of that dumbass stick or let go of my hand to get them. You not that quick”

You were right. He was skilled but not gifted in speed, which was Mikey’s forte. He would've swiped these glasses in a second, no need for the theatrics. He almost wished he was here to help. Strategy was more his game. His heart rate was picking up as he weighed the choices. He could feel your pulse doing the same on his thumb. A choice had to be made now or else this would never end. 

You smirked, both choices were terrible. If he let go of the staff, you'd let him have the glasses, but you'd immediately move to flip the both of you over until you got the upper hand. And if he let go of your wrist you just hit him and push him off to start the struggle for them all over again. You weren't a super skilled fighter, but you picked up a few dirty tricks over the years from hanging out with his family. Even he'd have to be impressed at this point with the amount of (questionable) wins against his brothers in the past. ‘Borrowing’ Leo’s Manga, snatching up the last slice meant for Mikey, scaring Ralph while he was doing reps, the works. You proved proficient when came to getting out of trouble and like him you'd win by any means.

He nodded, accessing the situation a little closer. Looking down at your pinned form. The show of exposed skin almost ripped him out of his thoughts, until something caught his attention. Black braids that lay perfectly on your backside. Bingo. Your braids were freshly done and likely still a bit sore. Perhaps you'd be more susceptible to giving up if say….they were pulled? He let go of the staff with a thud, letting you silently celebrate before reaching for the glasses and your hair. After he let your wrist go to, he forced his hips forward to get more reach. He wrapped the perfectly laid hair around his knuckles twice and gave them a slight pull before letting his other hand chase the eyewear. 

You yelled out, closing your eyes to soothe yourself through the seething pain forced your head to tilt back. The vice grip you had loosened significantly, and he was able to snatch them away. Much to your dismay they slipped out like your hands were made of oil. He didn't miss the way your shiny lips made an ‘oh’ in shape in protest along with the way your hips pushed back on him.

He slid his glasses back on. A familiar snug on the bridge of his nose solidified his victory. He wasn’t totally blind without them, hence why he was still able to fight with ease to get them back, but without them his vision was pretty far-sighted. There was no way he’d be able to finish anything that required writing if didn’t have them on, the blur was too much of a distraction. Maybe that’s why he was surprised to acknowledge a well-known pulse in his abdomen, ignored the fact that his hips were firmly planted against your ass, and damn near buried in your covered heat. Or the fact that your skirt had risen up quite a bit, completely putting your slick-covered panties on full display. Giving his bulge comfortable spot to rest against. He stared down at himself, the pulse starting to ache like he had gotten punched in the gut. A stark contrast to the jolt of sweet electricity hit his senses as you pushed back against him to struggle once more. He threw his head back momentarily as he dropped his staff. Everything in him was screaming to hold your hips against him and force you to speed up until you were begging. He carefully blew out a shaky sigh as a sweat built on his fingertips. He retracted his hips slightly to not alert you to the situation, nowhere did you indicate that you had noticed. There on the creased seat of his pants was a damp dark spot. His lowered gaze trained a bit higher to see an even larger offending patch on your underwear. Somehow, seemingly going unnoticed by you.

“Okay you got your glasses, you can let go now~ Fuck… please Donnie” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you caught your breath. With the cold air attacking your lower back you were ready to huddle up in a blanket and some pizza downstairs. 

Donnie was panicking. Another jolt, this time more blissfully painful than the last. Why did you have to say it like that? He was so close to the object of years of his affection. How often had he been in this same position, except alone at night? He had been trying to ignore the fact that he liked you for so long. Throwing out excuses like ‘he just liked your perfume’, ‘You were a girl so his body was just reacting naturally’, ‘Of course he thought you were pretty, everyone did’… 'maybe he should pin you down during training a little longer…to scare you…not to be close to you'. Who the fuck was he kidding? He almost tore apart his lab a few days ago after Mikey drunkenly kissed your cheek during game night. 

He choked up, feeling his cock twitch as he completely forced his hips away from the warmth of your body. Grappling a pillow stealthily, he pushed it into his lap and sat in his lab chair to quickly face away from you. His body's rising temperature was already warning him he’d pay for that later. How could you be so casual about this? There’s no way you didn’t feel him mashing into your folds a few seconds ago. 

Unbothered, you hummed a weird song as you pulled yourself off his covers. Panties still flashing your favorite nerd as the bend of your spine sent him into cardiac arrest. Pulling down your skirt nonchalantly you flipped onto your back and bounced off his bed towards him. 

You would have thought a blizzard was materializing in front of him with the hairs of his neck standing at attention. The bed head wasn't helping either, nor was the smeared gloss on your lips and face.

“Donnie, come on, let's go downstairs and get some food. Maybe I can handle your writing habits with a full stomach” You raised an eyebrow at him. He was acting all twitchy and weird again. 

“C-can you give me a minute?” He was looking down at the floor now, white-knuckling the pillow at this point. It wasn’t helping, the plushness pressing down on his tip with the added moisture was only mimicking the feeling of your hips. If he wasn’t careful at this point he’d give in.

You caught up to the hesitation in his voice but read it as anger. The muscles in your race shifted into a frown. You didn’t give him another peep and slid off the bed to the door. Was he really that mad over the glasses? Giving him another look before you closed the door, the expression on his face unmistakable, frustration. Pouting you quickly padded down the spiral stairs, much to his chagrin. Leo’s voice soon called out. 

“Oh, hey y/n! Here, get a slice of pizza before Mikey takes it all!”

Donnie broke out in a cold sweat as an exhale forced its way out now that you were out of the picture. He peeled the pillow off his lap. Staring at the culprit of his panic. Breathing became harder as a trembling hand pushed his dreads off his face. Blurry vision or not he knew the drill. Slouching against the tattered fabric of his chair he slid the offending hand under the black waistband. The hair trailed down his stomach scratching him slightly as he gripped the base. Hissing as it drew out some of his frustration. It dawned on him as he replayed all the events.

……. Extra scene:

Your eyes scanned the room past the arguing brothers of your best friend. He still hadn't come out. Was he actually upset? A hollow urge boiled in your stomach as you thought over what happened. He still kicked you out of his room, you were sure he'd make a move this time. Dread washed over, maybe you had made him uncomfortable? Looking up again you were forced to register that he still hadn't left. It had over 30 minutes now. Solemly, you finished the crust on the pizza and threw your grease-stained napkin in the trash. The boys had detected your mood and scattered to leave the room so as not to further agitate you. Then while you washed your hands, familiar footsteps craned downstairs. With an excited glare, you were sad to discover that he wouldn't meet your gaze. Soon your vision retreated back to the soapy sink.

He simply walked past you. Grabbing a cold slice out of the fridge along with an energy drink. One that you were sure he didn't like. Soon it was;s thin metal in your palm. Before you could question him he had already used his long legs to stride back up the steps at a steady pace. You turned it around only to be met with a sticky note, scrawled on that same inky chicken scratch of his. Ugly, but not illegible, you read its message quietly.

'You did that shit on purpose'

You froze, staring at his figure as he nonchalantly held his door open, peering at you with his famous unamused poker face, normally only reserved for when he found something to be difficult. The damaged paper was sheer enough to allude to more letters on the opposite side, so you flipped it.

'Let's talk about it upstairs. I don't want everyone to know our business'.

Too late for that though, his noisy brothers were quickly accessing the vibes and debating if they should haze Donnie over it once you left. The floor could have swallowed you whole in that moment and you would thank it. Hesitate, your eyes met. He was trying to act tough, but you could tell he was nervous his fiddling of the doorknob. He rolled his eyes and held back a grin when a smile tugged your mouth at his cute antics.

"Hurry up! You play too fucking much!"

Note: I know this fanfic is random. I decided to post finished fics with black readers in mind for black history month. Plus, I haven't posted in a while due to getting ready to graduate college soon. Hope y'all enjoy! Let me know if you want the other brothers too. I'm working on Mikey now.

[sivy-chan-blog]

I had the sudden urge to redraw the dog meme as splinter.

Mission complit 👍

[toastinthegrass]

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

Leonardo's First Love—Splinter's Talk

When Leo realized his heart was being divided, he felt afraid. 

His attention had always been captured by his family and his mission—he knew what it was like to love them. But never had he thought his love was going to be snatched up, split, and taken almost wholly by someone of the race that thought they were monsters. 

When Leo noticed the pull towards something else, something new, he pushed himself away. 

He found himself tonight an observer to soft skin, a vulnerable but inviting form that seemed to master existing as is without striving for status-quo. And it was entrancing, desirable; sparked sensations in him he had put under wraps years ago as a teen. Useless instinct. Basic drive. He had more to expect from the world, and expected more, he did…but every night, went back to the same old scenario. Her. 

"Get out of my head," he groaned as he laid up in the quiet lair when he was supposed to be resting, lost in thought. Smooth curves. A small stature against his. Hands, running down—he paused. Somewhere in the middle of a fantasy, he'd heard the words "I love you". That brought him back to the fact that it wasn't just desire. For that there were things he felt embarrassed to indulge in sometimes; but it didn't help anymore. Because those people in the screens, the words on a page of an R-rated book, were not her. Couldn't be, even if he tried. He wanted to know for just a moment what it was like to be human. To have that possibility of love there for the taking. And to never go for it, with all the permission those men had just for being human, he was disgusted. Feeling bitter over that fact sent his mind into overdrive—because he would feel even worse if some man did go for it with her. Like a walking contradiction, he was fighting with himself every step of the way. From she should stay away, to she should be with me. 

He got up to practice some forms. Maybe do maintenance on his flexibility. Sharpen his katanas. Anything to stop thinking and start doing. Somewhere during his steady training, he heard Master Splinter enter. 

"What is the matter, my son?" asked Splinter. He always knew even when his more stoic child Leonardo was troubled. 

"What's the matter? Nothing's the matter. I'm fine," Leo replied, balancing on one leg. "[Y/N] should head home, it's almost time for patrol." 

Splinter sat cross-legged down on a cushion with a slight smile. "So quick to mention [Y/N], even when you're preoccupied," he commented, "I told her she was welcome to stay whenever she liked. To repay for her generosity." That generosity being, stocking their fridge with things they couldn't get a hold of, to help out the heroes of New York. Something along the lines of making sure they were eating right for all they did. 

Leo paused, "What? I'm not quick, I was just saying…Splinter, it's weird having someone around now." 

"Does not have to be 'weird'," Splinter said. Leo felt his black eyes on him even when turned around. He was flustered, still going through the smooth motions of his kata. "Tell me what is really going on, Leonardo. I know you have something on your mind." 

Giving up his rotations, Leo slumped a little as he stepped off of the pedestal, setting his katanas down as he faced his father. "I don't know what's up with me, Master. I just don't get it." 

Splinter gave a knowing hum. Still, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "It seems like you've been quite bothered over [Y/N], my son."

He knew he couldn't hide anything from Splinter. There was no point in deflecting longer; he was only embarrassing himself. Finally, he admitted, "I can't…you know the way it is, Master, it'll never work. She's cool with us, but she's a human. And I'm a mutant." He sat down before his father on a plain mat. 

"Yes, a very beautiful human, too," the old rat mused, gently stroking the longer hairs of his chin. Leo flinched and opened his mouth to switch the focus of the conversation, but Splinter beat him to it. "Surely a woman like that would not ever spend money on, cook for, and give quite undivided attention to such a mutant when he's training. You are correct, my son, it's over." 

Leo's face flushed cold, blood rushing to his cheeks as he listened to his father. "Master Splinter! I'm being serious!" he fussed as he leaned forward onto his palms. "I don't know what to do, I—" 

"—want to stop feeling this way, yes, I know," Splinter finished for him. "Oh, young love." 

It was quiet for more than a moment. Leo's face softened, his blue eyes studying his father's as he gave Leo a look of acknowledgement. He gathered the courage stuck in his gut fluttering about his stomach, mind bouncing between [Y/N] and what his dad was saying. "I made myself stop thinking about love and stuff a long time ago. Mikey's always going on about it. I know Raph wants to be accepted more than anything, and Donnie, he's got his secrets. I'm supposed to be the example. I was supposed to show them we can live and not care. That our lives are worthwhile even without humans being involved. But now…" 

Splinter raised a brow at him. 

"I'm in love," Leo said. "And—and want it so badly." 

Splinter reached forward to place a hand on his shoulder. As soon as [Y/N] had entered their lives, he knew this day was going to come for one of his sons. It was inevitable, he thought. "Welcome to manhood, my son, this was fated to happen at some point. I've only been waiting since she arrived." 

Leo felt exposed. He felt unsure, and that uncertainty was driving him insane. He was always steadfast in his approach. Knowing he was a fish out of water in this situation disarmed him. 

"Master Splinter, what do I do? Tell me." 

Splinter's idle smile left as the tone turned  more serious suddenly, adding to Leo's growing discomfort. "You must understand that having [Y/N] means that your burden will grow. Not only will it be your brothers you will have to protect, but her, as well. It is your job to defend her from anything that could put her in harm's way. She is not built to fight like you. She is vulnerable, and being affiliated to us will only add to the dangers already present in this world. That is what you must come to terms with. But you must not ignore your heart, either." 

Having another body to look after. He contemplated that before answering. When he thought about defending her, it did not feel like an added chore. He wanted to. What was he so strong for if not to also protect the woman he loved? And what he had said before…could she have felt the same way? 

"You've prepared me more than enough to be able to handle another person, Master." 

He wanted nothing more than to hold her. That was something he could not deny. He enjoyed being an observer to a way of life so different from his; femininity, not always being the one taking care of others. He loved his family, but at times, leading was tiring. He wanted to forget about it for just a little bit, maybe lay down, be with someone he didn't have to "manage".

Splinter would have been lying to have said he wasn't surprised at all. But he knew his sons, inside and out—Leonardo had iron will. 

"It is your choice, Leonardo," Splinter said amiably. 

His choice? He wanted to laugh. There almost wasn't a choice. He felt like every road led back to her. It was either face his fears, or stay awake every night plagued with the possibilities of what could be. And he didn't handle fear well. It twisted his stomach and ate him up inside when he felt uncertain, afraid. God, one word is all I need from her. Just one "yes". One touch. One kiss.  He wanted to feel her hands explore his plastron, run along the edge of his shell. Love what made him, him. 

Overcoming the hesitance he felt, he let out a deep breath, committing to a final answer. " I don't know how, but...I want to try. I can't let this go. There has to be a reason all of this happened. If everything that's happened to us up until now has been destiny...I can believe it for this, too. Thank you, master."

Just felt like writing our leader in blue having a talk with his father 😌 Going to make this a little mini series for all the boys!

[nessarolla-in-constant-flux]

'Turtles Take Time (and Space) 🌎' by Brandon Auman

I feel a little let down by the TMNT fandom for not having these little cuties posted everywhere are you kidding me!? 💙🧡💜❤️

They are soo cute! I wish there was more but the whole short is soooo good!

I also recommend 'Don vs. Raph' by Jhonen Vasquez it's very good!

[nerds-yearbook]

The Arrowverse expanded with the addition of DC Legends of Tomorrow, which premiered on January 21, 2016. Time traveler Rip Hunter (played by Arthur Darvill, who also played time traveler Rory Williams on Doctor Who) put together a team to save the world and time. The show also featured Victor Garber (Alias/Titanic) as Dr. Martin Stein and Brandon Routh (Superman Returns/Scott Pilgrim vs the World) as Ray Palmer. Also included in the cast were Caity Lotz - Sara Lance, Franz Drameh - Jefferson Jackson, Ciara Renee - Kendra Saunders, Falk Hentschel - Carter Hall, Amy Louise Pemberton - Gideon, Dominic Purcell - Mick Rory, Wentworth Miller - Leonard Snart, Stephen Amell - Oliver Queen, Katie Cassidy - Laurel Lance, Casper Crump - Vandal Savage, Peter Francis James - Aldus Boardman, Kiefer O' Reilly - Jonas, and Alice Duncan - Miranda Coburn. Part of the episode took place in 1975. ("Pilot pt 1" DC Legends of Tomorrow, TV Event)