#oh god it's like it's 2012 again

[heronstairs]

mood of the day: scream-singing Taylor Swift's Mine and thinking sizzy thoughts on my drive back from work

[spaciebabie]

mlp infection aus keep me sane. keep me sane mlp infection aus

[pinene]

made a post making fun of the concept of spending $30 on a straight-to-landfill device whose only purpose is to warm up the inside of your fleshlight— something which can be accomplished with fingers, warm water, or just.. using the thing for a fucking minute? and at this point like five separate people have jumped onto the post defending ~men’s usage of sex toys~

Like first of all… not even close to the joke I was making so F for reading comprehension. Second of all. What kind of insular communities do these people live within where men are more ridiculed for having sex toys than anyone else. Like you genuinely need to log off and go talk to like 5 random members of society and I think you’ll find that that’s absolutely not the general consensus and literally nobody is oppressing men for having fleshlights, you just heard the term sex positivity and completely fumbled it

[echthr0s]

Anansi's story is kind of funny because most of the time he does what he does by accident. He knows he's being used as a tool of forced change, even if he can't quite see the whole picture, but he also is just a girl trying to like... live his life without fucking shit up too much. He was forced into the Circle and he didn't much care for it at all, but once he was in there he tried to be chill and normal, despite the fact that his whole purpose there was to start a Circle-collapsing domino effect. He undertook the Joining somewhat under duress, but once he was in there he tried to be a somewhat decent Warden, despite the fact that his whole purpose there was to essentially put the Order out of business. He got roped into a whole Situation by being in the wrong place at the wrong time and next thing you know a cult is forming around him, but he tried to leverage that power to stabilise things a bit, despite the fact that his whole purpose there was to expedite the sundering of the Veil. Anansi wants to live and love and yeah, maybe do his little minor corruptions (not these big ones!!!) and cause some minor problems for fun and profit, because to him he's just a mortal creature with mortal-creature desires. But to Razikale he's really just a very pretty nuclear warhead. Tragic!

[leffee]

Panny Long lore drop!

yeah

[wilwheaton]

Hey Wil, this is out of left field, but you’ve done some work that might have been dubbed into other languages.

Have you ever viewed anything you’ve done in a dubbed version? I can’t imagine what it’s like watching yourself on screen, but it’s got to be pretty trippy to watch yourself performing with a stranger’s voice coming out.

Just wondered. Hope you’re having a great day. Please give Marlowe & Watson scritches from me. 💜

Oh my god. Yes. I have one story and WOW is it weird.

So, in the early 90s, when TNG was dubbed for Germany, the actor they cast to voice Wesley made this choice (or was directed) to be obnoxiously whiny. Like, it could not have been more wrong for the character, and farther away from my performance. This person made Wesley a bratty, whiny, snotty kid. Like, WOW, did they fundamentally change how German audiences experienced this character.

I had no idea, because in the early 90s, the world was bigger than it is today. But I saw LOTS of letters and comments in magazines (and on Usenet) from Trekkies in Germany who fucking HATED Wesley with a firey passion that was even more intense than the way protoincels hated him in America. I didn't understand why, specifically in Germany, he was so despised.

Fast forward to ... I want to say 2011? Maybe 2012? Somewhere around there. I went to Germany for a convention. It was my first time ever visiting the country, and meeting lots of German fans all at once. And over the course of my first day, I began to hear stories from people who hated Wesley, until they heard him in English. In German, he was a whiny little punk, in English, he was ... well, you know who he was.

I wish I knew who made the choice to portray Wesley that way, and why, and why the mothership in Hollywood didn't intervene. I mean, he's just a profoundly different character in German.

I still haven't seen or heard the German dub. Last time I looked, I couldn't find it and I haven't looked again, since.

But now I wonder ... how many anime dubs did I watch over the years where the characters were totally different in English than they are in their original language?

[dear-ao3]

hey wait im also new to f1 but i saw the other ask and i was curious abt what you meant when you said no one will ever do it like nico rosberg?? also retiring after your first championship win is insane lmao what a power move

nico rosberg is just. he’s insane. he’s cunty. he’s wonderful. he possesses sass and audacity unlike any other. we unfortunately do not have time to get into his whole story (my lunch break is only so long) but here’s some highlights:

-technically he’s a nepo baby. his dad, keke rosberg, won the world championship in 1982 and they remain one of the Few father son duos to both win a world championship (don’t ask me who the others are idk but i know they exist)

-he and lewis hamilton met when they were kids in the late 90s sometime and were gokarting teammates at some point in i think the early 2000s? (not fact checking i don’t have the time rn) and they were Besties. they’ve talked about this before, mostly in older interviews, but the gist is that both of them were outcasts from the other karting kid in opposite ways (nico was the son of a champion and rich and lewis was from nothing and pretty much the only poc most of the time) and that drew them together and they were Menaces according to legend. everything was a competition and they trashed hotel rooms and ate pizza and ice cream and kellogg frosties and went to greece and dreamed of being in f1 together

-nico signed with williams in 2006. his teammate was mark webber. and nico had long flowing blonde hair (this is important). he crashed at one race and mark webber said “britney’s in the wall” cementing the nickname britney, like britney spears. jenson button (another driver) said later on that they called nico britney because he was “very pretty” (do with that what you will)

-he was just. insane. cunty. constantly looked like a european bond villain. wore god awful shoes. whole bit. once he stayed in his car when it got craned off the track cause he didn’t want his hair to get wet. which is insane cause he’s wearing a helmet it would have gotten equally as not wet had he gotten out.

-anyway, lewis made it to f1 in 2007 and they had their first podium together i think that year (?) and it’s cute and fun and oh boy you’re not ready for what these two have coming

-lewis won the championship in 2008 (but he almost won in 2007, his rookie year) at mclaren.

-nico went to mercedes when they recentered the grid in 2010. his teammate was michael schumacher, who was fresh out of retirement. (yes the michael schumacher, 7x world champion). michael fucked with nico endlessly according to legend, including making him piss in a bucket pre race because he would hog the bathroom until the last possible second. nico still out preformed him most of the time, and the car was mid as hell.

-michael retired part 2 at the end of 2012. and who replaced him but lewis hamilton

-so the two of them were teammates again. the cards were absolute Stacked against them. because yes they were besties yes they’d known eachother forever but the first person you’re judged against is your teammate. and you’re trying to beat your teammate. and lewis already had a championship. nico wanted a championship.

-2013 was relatively chill. the car was kinda mid. they did well but not fantastic and did some fuck ass pr (highly reccomend looking those videos up)

-2014 they had a car that could win. and they started fighting eachother for wins. they played all kinds of mind games against eachother and withheld stats and nico ran illegal engine modes (supposedly) and lewis said they were no longer friends after nico supposedly wrecked his monaco qualifying one year but they claimed they still supported eachother and were friends off track. lewis won in 2014 and in 2015. but nico was right behind him and he wanted to win a championship, he didn’t want to be a number 2 driver

-so in 2016 nico did some insane shit. he stopped sleeping with his wife so that he could get better sleep or something, he did weird things to cut weight, he basically did everything and then some to win. and then he did. he won the championship and then at the prize giving ceremony announced he was retiring. he didn’t tell lewis this.

more after i get off work :)

[shadamyheadcanons]

i love that you don’t put sonic as a jerk in your headcannons but rather supportive! this is so cool, because sonic really wants all of his friends to be happy and with amy wouldn’t be different, specially since they’ve known each other since they were children and sonic himself said that she is a special/dear person to him so i agree he would be happy if amy and shadow got together. as much as i love sonamy, i also love shadamy (sorry for the long ask it’s just that is not that common seeing sonic being portrayed like this in some ffs)

Thanks for the compliment! This one means a lot because I think I’m actually harsher toward Sonic sometimes than a lot of modern shadamy writers are. I say “modern” because new “Amy goes for Shadow because Sonic is a jerk” stories are actually few and far between. It’s easy to think they’re all over the place because there absolutely are a lot of them, but the ones I run into are usually from, like...2012. If you sort by Date Updated on AO3, it tells a different story, pun intended. I believe there are three main reasons for this:

1. Since half of shadamy fans started shipping them in SA2 two and a half decades ago, a ton of us are in our 30s now, writing more mature stories with more fine-tuned characterization. This is one of the advantages of having an ancient ship.

2. It’s a tired trope. We’ve all read a million of them. Most people don’t like how Sonic acts in them for his sake, but my biggest gripe is that they undersell what Shadow has to offer. He’s not just good for Amy because he’s Not Sonic, he’s good for her because of who he is.

3. Sonic treats Amy much better than he used to. The reason “Sonic is a jerk” fics were so common 10-20 years ago is because he was a jerk, almost exclusively to Amy.

These fics exist because no other character works better than Shadow as an arbiter of justice for something that bothered a lot of Amy fans at the time.

More on this under the cut. Lots more. I got kind of carried away.

It’s easy to forget how bad Sonic was when we have games like Frontiers and comics like IDW and Mega Drive now:

Between new fans who aren’t as familiar with older games, longtime fans who haven’t looked at their history in a while, and fans who love Sonic and just don’t want to see him in a bad light, tons of people sweep his old behavior under the rug without even realizing it.

I don’t think any of that is fair to Amy.

A brief reminder of their dynamic in the past:

1. Constant abandonment. He ran from her in Sonic Adventure...

...Sonic Heroes...

And four times in SA2 alone! More on that later.

2. Standing her up on dates. This mostly happened in Sonix X...

[Episode 42, episode 45]

...but there was also Sonic and the Black Knight, where he didn’t show up, didn’t apologize, never made it up to her, and made no attempt to reschedule.

3. Uh...literally hurting her, for some reason...?

At the end of Sonic Riders, when he didn’t feel like properly handling a hostage situation:

Oh, welcome back, episode 42! Didn’t expect to see you again:

The new version of Sonic Generations altered this cutscene, thank god, but back in 2011, players saw this:

4. And the worst part of this, to me, is that he lets her get her hopes up. It’s not just the almost-dates he skips. Knuckles teases Sonic in Heroes, saying, “Are you playing with that girl’s heart again, Sonic?” It’s intended as a joke, but then he does things like this:

Sonic X, episode 52. You know what roses are, Sonic, you know how she’ll interpret this, and you know you won’t follow through.

I know I’m picking on Sonic X a lot, but it was pretty popular at the time, even among fans who didn’t touch the games or comics. This was how they saw these characters growing up, and it made its way into countless fics.

But even after all these years, no matter which continuity you work with...he still won’t give her a solid “no.”

Not liking someone back is fine. Not being interested in a relationship is fine. But letting her believe she’ll win you over if she chases you long enough isn’t, and that’s what he’s doing to this day.

Fans throw around the same tired old “justifications” over and over for why he is/was like this to Amy, but they don’t hold water. People say he’s mean because he doesn’t know what to do with his feelings for her, but he liked Elise, too, and he was nothing but kind to her.

(Putting this here because although fans don’t like to admit it, Elise was indeed intended to be a love interest. She and Amy are presented on par here, so if you think he likes Amy, then he liked Elise, too. You get exactly the same result regardless of who you choose for this trial.)

The other frequent “justification” is that he ran and lashed out because he was afraid of her, often accompanied by awful Amy hate (“stalker,” “psycho,” etc.). This also doesn’t work because Sonic was always harsh to Amy no matter how gentle she was. Classic Amy is the sweetest, most adorable little munchkin in the world...

...and he still ran away.

^ These are from the same exact comic, by the way: IDW Sonic’s 30th anniversary. Five pages apart. How in the world could anyone not want her around?

Amy had more spunk in Adventure and Adventure 2, but she was just as sweet, and he still treated her like a pest to be swatted. The ending of her story in SA1 is this:

But...why should she have to? He treats everyone else with the same baseline of respect, at least until they give him a reason not to. Why is it just Amy? He wasn’t just mean to her, he was uniquely mean to her. She didn’t act out until Heroes in 2003, when she’d already been ignored for years. Standing on the sidelines wasn’t working, so she tried being more “proactive.” Was it the right way to do things? No...but I honestly can’t hold it against her. It makes sense in context. She was a kid, and kids act out when they’re neglected.

And this is where Sonic Adventure 2 comes in.

SA2 was pivotal for Amy. Nearly everyone tossed her aside; Sonic left her behind four separate times in this game alone. First was right after she broke him out of jail on Prison Island. He ran off the second her back was turned:

Second, he and Tails both walked away from her after Eggman blew up the moon. She easily could’ve gotten arrested here.

Third, Sonic and Tails made a plan to stop Eggman right in front of her, blatantly leaving her out of it as if she wasn’t even there:

...which, if you’ll recall, led to Eggman holding her at gunpoint:

...and when Sonic set out to rescue her, this was his recap:

This does not work as a joke given how they treat her. He pretends she doesn’t exist to her face, then says this behind her back.

And immediately after that, when it was time for them to save the world, they left her alone again.

I can’t speak for anyone else, but I was furious by that point.

But then...something interesting happened.

A photoset or gifset can’t do this scene justice, but I think most shadamy fans have already seen it plenty of times. For the few who haven’t, you can watch it here.

The contrast between Shadow and Sonic is impossible to ignore. By building up this moment the way they did, the writers primed us to notice it.

Sonic runs from Amy’s hugs, while Shadow would like more of them, please and thank you.

Sonic pretends she doesn’t exist, while Shadow’s moved to tears and changes the course of his life because he values what she has to say.

Anytime they’ve interacted since then, he’s been uniquely respectful and gentle with her. It’s what she deserves, and for a long time, this was all we had. He was all we had.

The other half of the equation is that it is very, very easy to picture Shadow taking Sonic and the others to task for their mistreatment of her. As a blunt person who’s not afraid to confront Sonic, Shadow is the most believable candidate to this day. The only person to fully respect her from the start also happens to clash with the person who hurts her most often? Of course those fics exist. It’s a perfect storm.

And it’s no wonder that this attitude persists somewhat even now, because Sonic is still doing this, even if he’s “nicer” about it. That prison escape from SA2? The one he never thanked her for? He still gives all the credit to Tails for that, even up through Frontiers:

Amy. Amy broke you out of prison. Tails broke in, and then she snuck through a maximum-security prison, somehow stole a card key, and saved your life. We’re in the 2020s, but he’s still disrespecting her. And don’t get me started on the TailsTube Secret Santa episode.

It feels like Sega wants us to forget all of this ever happened, and it has some very confusing results. From that same Sonic 30th anniversary comic from above, the one where he and the others abandoned her:

Like...this? This is lying. He’s just lying to her. I can’t tell if they think we all collectively have amnesia or if it’s some weird, mean-spirited joke at her expense. I genuinely don’t know what they’re trying to say.

It’s not enough to pretend it never happened and move on, not to me. Sonic should be held responsible for what he canonically did. Him supposedly being bad with feelings didn’t make it hurt her any less, and he’s older than Amy, so he should’ve been the mature one.

The longer the writers keep this up, the worse Sonic looks, and I don’t think that’s what they’re aiming for. Ignoring the problem is not a solution. Amy might forgive, but I’ll never forget.

I just want to see a canon apology so I can reason out why she put up with it for so long. I want to at least be able to buy her having a crush on him. I can do that when he’s being selfless and heroic. I can’t do that when he treats her like the plague, and pretending he never did doesn’t match the Sonic I legitimately like. I bet a lot of s0namy fans would like to see a resolution like that, too.

Sorry to turn your thoughtful compliment into a rant. I really do appreciate it, and I’m glad you enjoy the stories!

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me As Tumblr #28

Solomon: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night

Barbatos: You could have said anything else

Solomon: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja blast to fuel my trouble

•

MC: Got a vibe check at Claire’s

Thirteen: How was it?

MC: I have 3 weeks to live

•

Mammon: If only I were Kpop. Then you’d all see.

Leviathan: You’re already popular and widely hated. What more do you want???

Mammon: Thanks for saying that

•

Belphegor: How does it feel to be a god?

MC: Idk ask me after I do 10 pushups

Beelzebub: Do ten pushups then

MC: Fuck you. No

•

Belphegor: Might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk

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Mammon: Mark my fucking worms

Satan: This statement dealt 10 damage to everyone in a 2 mile radius

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Solomon:

Help me, I am trapped

Inside a haiku factory

Save me, before they

Simeon:

I got your message

And have snuck my way inside

Oh my god, what the

•

Asmodeus: You’re all beautiful in your own special way

Leviathan: Actually, I am very ugly

Asmodeus: Okay then I was wrong

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Leviathan: You know what better than weed? Water

Mammon: Here’s the dumb bitch again

Leviathan: Shut up you dehydrated high motherfucker

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Raphael: Why does baby Yoda have completely different eyes to as an adult…

Diavolo: Puberty

Leviathan: You know how people’s baby teeth fall out

Raphael: Thank you for equally awful answers

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Asmodeus: The sexual tension between two gas stations on the same intersection

Thirteen: I’m so sick of this shit. Two gas stations can’t even be on the same block without someone shipping them, while I can’t find a single fic of Denny’s/Applebee’s with Denny bottoming

Solomon: You’re literally out of your mind if you think Denny’s isn’t a top

Lucifer: I wish the 2012 apocalypse actually happened

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Asmodeus: Does anyone know a single redeeming fact about New Hampshire? Is anything good about it?

MC: Letters can be arrange to spell “heh…penis warm”

Asmodeus: How tragic that a place so wretched should be blessed

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Solomon: I think we can be evil. As a treat

MC: We?

Solomon: We :)

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MC: Old people? More like fold people

*makes an origami swan out of grandma*

Lucifer: Literally what was going through your mind that motivated you to make this?

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Leviathan: Tumblr is just talking to yourself but for an audience

Simeon: That’s called a soliloquy

Leviathan: Found the theater kid. Get em boys

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Mammon: Coats and jackets are too aesthetically pleasing to only wear during the cold seasons. I think scientists need to stop doing their dumb bullshit and band together to invent a jacket that can be worn whilst it’s hot out

Mephistopheles: Vests?

Mammon: You’re so lucky a computer screen protects you from my hands

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[mytheoristavenue]

TMNT 2012 Raphael Hamato x Reader 🍋 - Rough and Tumble

🥀 Commissioned by: @psypeachi

🥀 For questions about commissions, or to view full or partial commissions like this one, visit my Commission Diary for more info!

🥀 Part one here!

🥀 Divider belongs to @benkeibear

🥀 Summary: After dating Rap for almost a year, he begins to ache for you...

🥀 Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut, porn w/ plot, unprotected sex, creampie, face sitting, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, dirty talk, teasing, dom!Raph, sub!reader, fem!reader, first time, virgin!Raph, virgin!Reader

🥀 Word Count: 4,175

Your relationship with Raph had been an utter whirlwind up until this point, starting on that faithful night, lying in your bed eating pizza and dripping grease on your cocktail dress. Nearly a year had passed since then, and not a day went by that the two of you weren’t absolutely enamored with one another. Raph hardly ever spoke of anything but you, gushing to his brothers behind your back, even more excruciatingly often than Donnie had over April. He held you in the highest regard- you hung the moon in his eyes, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been disappointed with the pace of things.

Though he’d never gathered the courage to profess it, Raph had an ache for you that no amount of kisses or cuddles could cure. He hungered- no, starved for you in a way that destroyed his sense of morality when he looked at you, blinking at his advances without a clue in the world. He felt endless guilt for the way he pictured your body and the unspeakable things he wanted to do to it, coupled with that innocent face you had. But the corruption was part of the fun. 

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“Honey!” you beamed cheerfully, strolling into the lair. “I’m home, and I brought you something!”

“Well, hello to you too,” Leo grumbled, playfully rolling his eyes as he sat in a beanbag, flipping through TV channels. 

“Sorry, Leo!” you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. “I didn’t even see you, I was just excited to see-”

“Raph, I know.” He chuckled. “So, what’d you  get him?” He asked, eyes never leaving the television. 

Excitedly, you hurried over to him, crouching down at his side and pulling the contents of the bag you had out. “Our anniversary is coming up, and Raph mentioned wanting to learn how to kickbox, so I got us matching gloves and kneepads! See?” You explained, showing off one of each pair of gloves. Both were ruby red, with gold stitching and embroidery. “I even got them monogrammed! Do you think he’ll like them?”

The eldest turtle gave a kind smile as he handed you back the gift. “I know it,” he confirmed with a nod, beginning to turn his attention back to the TV. “He’s actually in the dojo now, you should go give them to him.” Without another word or thanks for the encouragement, you were gone, throwing the door to the dojo open. Leo rolled his eyes at your antics, continuing to channel surf. “You’re welcome.”

“Hi, honey!” you chirped again, your eyes falling on your boyfriend, who, upon seeing you, gleefully dropped what he was doing to run over and scoop you up. 

“What’s up, baby?” He asked, pecking your lips as he set you down. “What’cha got there?”

“A present for you,” you teased, rocking from heel to toe. “Early anniversary gift.”

“Doll, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he sighed, taking the bag as you enthusiastically shoved it into his arms. 

“I wanted to, besides, it’s for both of us.” you snickered while he began to dig through the bag. 

“Oh my God,” he paused, shoulders slumping. “Baby, you didn’t-”

“I did.” You giggled, preparing for a hug of gratitude, which you immediately received. 

“Babe, you’re the best. I love you so much, thank you.” Raph praised into your hair, his head resting atop yours. Moments later, he broke apart from you, slipping the gloves over his hands, admiring the fit and look of them. 

“I got me a pair too, I thought we could learn to kickbox together!” you sang, dipping into the bag to fetch your own pair. 

“Baby, I don’t know what to say, this is awesome.” He gushed, watching you with a dopey, lovesick smile. 

“You don’t need to say anything, babe. But you can put up your dukes because I’m gonna kick your butt!”

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You did, in fact, not kick his butt. In fact, you hadn’t been able to land a single hit on him since you began sparring. Every punch you threw was redirected in a way that almost always landed you flat on your back, your lover looming over you with a cocky grin. Laid out on the mat for what you decided would be the last time, you huffed, growling as you shot up at him. 

“What’s the matter, dollface?” Raph taunted, peridot eyes playful but full of an emotion you couldn’t place. “Gettin’ mad?”

“No!” you shouted bitterly. “I was just going easy on you!” 

“Sure…” he laughed, turning his back on you, cracking his knuckles as he gloated. This was your opening. Gritting your teeth, you swept your leg out, kicking his feet out from under him before wrestling him to the floor. Before he could catch his bearings, Raph found himself in a headlock, your thighs squeezing the life from his throat as you twisted his arm and pulled it away from him.

“How’s that, huh?!” you hollered, pulling your meanest face. “You like that?!” Oh, did he. He never in his wildest dreams would’ve imagined you’d get him like this, and still be so oblivious to the effect you had on him at that. You took his silence as surrender, cheering for yourself as you rolled him into a new position, laying him out flat and sitting on his chest, arms pinned under your knees so he couldn’t escape. “Ha! I told you I was gonna kick your butt!”

Unbeknownst to you, Raph was coming undone beneath your weight, mind running free with all the most lewd ways he could take advantage of this. Ultimately, though struggling, he contained himself- that is, until you opened your mouth again, ruining his hardly-kept zen. “Not all big and bad now, are you?”

“Oh, baby, I’ll show your ass ‘big and bad’! C’mere!” With that and minimal effort on his part, you both were switched. You now laid beneath him as he straddled your waist, both of your wrists in a single hand as his other was planted firmly on your face, squishing your cheeks together. 

There was a pause as dead silence hung in the air, neither of you moving a muscle, only gazing into each other’s eyes. Within seconds, your lips crashed against his, giving him all the consent he needed for now. A few soft moans tumbled over your lips in the few instances that they were unoccupied, stirring his stomach further into oblivion. His hand left your face, trailing down, lingering at your throat a moment before continuing, caressing your curves. To you, he was feeling you up, but in reality, Raph was mapping you out, meticulously learning and memorizing every dip, ridge, and curve. 

A stir in the adjoined room made you both freeze, knowing that Master Splinter would punish you both to the fullest extent possible if he caught you making out in the dojo. Once all seemed clear, your beaux pulled you up from the floor before lugging you over his shoulder, much to your humiliation. “R-Raphael Hamato! You put me down this instant!” you scolded deaf ears as he continued to the door. “You are not carrying me like this in front of your brothers!” That was precisely what he was going to do.

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After what could only be described as a walk of shame, you were escorted to his bedroom, where you were immediately tossed on his bed. “W-Wait-” you halfheartedly protested. 

“I’m sorry, babe,” he huffed, backing up a bit. “Guess I got kinda carried away.” he laughed sheepishly, crawling closer again. “I just…I get so riled up when I’m with you, especially when you’re on top of me like that- Fuck, you just look so pretty.”

Though it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment your looks, the way he said it made you feel like it was the first time hearing it. It felt just like how he showered you with praise that first night. 

“Y-You think I’m pretty when I sit on top of you..?” you repeated, more to hear it from your own lips than to have the statement clarified. He simply nodded in response, eyes glued to your lips, leaning in as if he wasn’t actually in tune with the world around him.

“The prettiest, baby,” he muttered, capturing your kiss again, crawling between your bent knees to loom over you like before. “So so fuckin’ pretty…”

“Raph, you’re making me nervous…” you confessed between kisses. “You’re not usually this forward…”

For a moment, he backed away again, the image of you rejecting his advances flashing through his mind. Mossy eyes peered up into yours, searching for anything to indicate emotion, but fell short- you were so conflicted. On one hand, you’d never had much sexual experience, and the thought of potentially being a bad lay terrified you. You’d heard stories of boys dumping girls due to lack of experience, and no matter how close you two were, that fear was nearly impossible to shake. Though, on the other hand, it was hard to ignore the way his praise made you melt like you were digesting magma- so was the way your legs shook at the prospect. 

“Sorry…” he finally sighed, out of breath while his fingers absent-mindedly gripped at any bit of you they could reach. “I’m not tryna’ make you uncomfortable but,” he paused, breath hitching in his throat as he pictured you. “Baby I want you, so so so bad.”

The revelation left you reeling, fuzzy-headed with tummy churning. Suddenly, everything was so clear. It all made sense, the positions you find yourselves in, the way he’d shower you with compliments so close to your ear you could hardly hear them. “Y-You…” you trailed, breathing labored, and stuck in your windpipe. “Want me...?”

Raph sighed, finally you understood how he burned for you. “Yes, baby. I want you real bad. You have no idea the shit I wanna do to you.” Seeing you ease into the idea, he took the liberty of lifting your hand, planting kisses up your arm. He thought it’d be a romantic way to gently push forward, but all that went out the window when he heard you softly whimper:

“Show me how bad…?”

In an instant, he was on you, kissing your lips roughly, guiding your arms around his neck while he slowly began to trail down your jaw. This wasn’t the first time you’d made out to the point of fondling and drooling all over each other’s throats but this time was special- you could feel it. You whined under his touch as his cold fingers inched up under the hem of your shirt. Writhing at the sensation, you instinctively arched your back in a vain effort to be closer to him. Chuckling at you, he slipped an arm under your back, holding you against him as he gnawed at your flesh, leaving mild bruises peppered along your neck and should as he went. “Oh, Raph…” you cried, overwhelmed by the lust bubbling inside you.

“Love it when you say my name like that,” he purred into your collarbone. “Fuck, I wanna do everything to you…”

“Tell me…” you whispered, barely audibly. “Tell me all the dirty things you think about…” 

Raph shuddered, hearing those words in your voice as he buried his face into your shoulder. “Wanna taste that sweet pussy of yours, fuck this throat,” he groaned, fingers ghosting over your flesh, threatening to choke you. “Want you to ride me ‘til the sun comes up.”

“Is that all?” you muttered, struggling to keep a confident face as his words hit straight to your womb. 

“Not even close, baby.” He smirked against your skin. “Want you every way.”

Sitting up against him, you began to shift positions. You were tired of laying there, letting him do all the work- you needed to show that you wanted him equally so. “In that case,” you said airily, popping up on top. “I'm all yours, baby.”

-----

Raph was beginning to feel a sting in his bottom lip, having now definitely broken skin. Biting it was the only thing he could do to keep himself together. His fingers had tangled themselves in your hair as one arm rested behind his head for support. You’d never thought he’d be so vocal when experiencing pleasure, but there he was, lounging in bed, moaning, whining, cussing, and praising all at the same time. It made you sticky knowing you were doing this to him, reducing him to putty in your hands- or rather in your mouth. 

It had taken you a minute to get the hang of this, and a few directions from him, such as “A-Ah, no teeth baby- fuck yeah, that's it!” but you felt like you were a pro at this point. Diligently, your head bobbed you and down nearly his full length, only stopping when your nose smooshed against his shell or his tip tickled the back of your throat. 

“Oh my God, you’re so fuckin’ good at this, baby.” he groaned guiding your head gently. “Taking this dick like a fuckin’ champ.” You hummed in response, loving his praise and how you made him feel. “Can’t wait to eat up that little pussy, gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

Jaw tired, you decided to take his talkativeness as an opportunity for rest, pulling off him with a pop. Instead, you nuzzled your face against his crotch, languidly pumping him in your fist. “Tell me how you want me baby.” you cooed, peppering kisses along his shaft.

“Fuck, you're gonna make me cum if you keep talkin’ like that…” he groaned, bucking his hips up, missing the warmth of your mouth. 

“I better stop then…” you teased lustily, halting your motion altogether and releasing your grip just enough so all he could feel was your fingertips and palm ghosting against him. 

“Baby, don’t do this to me,” Raph whined, eyes screwed shut and breathing heavily. “Damnit, I was so close.” You peered down at him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you stifled a giggle. It felt amazing to be in control of him after all this time. The power was intoxicating, that was until he grew tired of your taunts and ripped it away from you.

-----

All you could do was scream, hoping nobody else could hear your hysterics as your hips bucked, begging for amazing friction. You were now reduced to ankle socks and a bra, pushed up to reveal your bouncing breasts. Completely naked from the waist down, you now sat, knees on either side of his head, riding his face. The way his tongue worked you was overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes, as you sobbed for him. “O-Oh my God, Raph-! I-It feels so-!” You were hardly able to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. “Good!”

Beneath you, Raph burring himself between your thighs, tongue parting your labia and suckling on your swollen clit like it could have been his last meal, moaning the entire time. You were delicious, sweeter tasting than he could’ve possibly imagined. He was addicted to the lack of air, suffocated with your needy heat. It was enough to make him absent-mindedly rock his hips with the rhythm of yours. He might have touched himself had it not been for the grip his hands had on your hips that he was unwilling to part with.

The feeling came upon you so suddenly that you almost didn't recognize it. It wasn’t like when you’d done things by yourself, there was no build-up, no knot snapping taught. It was as if he’d pushed a button that instantly sent you over the edge. “B-Baby!” you shrieked, almost frightened of the spontaneous intense wave of pleasure washing over you. “I-I think I’m-!” Before you could finish your decree, a long, cracking, needy croon was fished from your throat as you rode out the sudden orgasm. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl, let it all out,” your lover encouraged, voice muffled as he continued to work you through your high. “Cum all over my face, pretty-pretty.” You did as he commanded, doing nothing to stop your sweet cream from glazing his mouth and cheeks. Exhausted and emotional, you slid down him and your shoulders slumped as you put your weight in your palms, resting them on his chest. “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.” He smirked, rubbing your thigh comfortingly. 

“You need a minute, baby?” He asked, smiling gently up at your flushed face. To his surprise, you urgently shook your head in protest. 

“N-No! I’m not done.” you decided, sliding down his plastron. “I wanna go all the way with you…” Your answer stunned him a bit and his smile faded. 

“Are you sure, doll? You look pretty tired.” he rationalized. “If we stop here, I won’t be mad, I’ll just finish myself off later.”

Your heart melted at his concern for your comfort, but you still refused. “No,” you huffed, mounting his lap. “I wanna feel you inside me,” You could feel his cock stiffen against your overly sensitive clit, making your hips twitch on contact. Suddenly, a tear slipped from your pleading eye and you looked into him needily. “Please, Raphael…” He tensed, you only used his full name when it was urgent. “I need you to make love to me…”

-----

Initially, the anguish was nearly unbearable, forcing him to pull out several times, but eventually, you got used to the full feeling, only needing now to overcome the sting. Raph was a perfect gentleman throughout, staying perfectly still unless instructed otherwise, and letting you take the lead. “T-Touch me, please…” you begged, needing some sort of distraction from the pain. His palm quickly found your breast, groping and admiring it with one hand while the other stayed on you, keeping you firmly planted against him. 

“You have the nicest body, (Y/N)...” he soothed, brushing a thumb over your perked nipple. “Perfect tits, smooth skin, pretty face,” he rambled on, showering you with compliments, waiting for your face to unwrinkle. When it didn’t he thought of something else. “Here, doll,” he cooed, taking both hands off you to guide yours up to your chest. “Play with these for me, ‘kay?” You nodded, obediently fondling yourself with little shame. One hand found its back home on the hump of your hip, while the other came up to your lips, prompting you to wet the fingers. You did so, parting your lips and sucking both thick digits before watching them sink between your thighs. 

Soothed by the aid, you hardly even notice when you’d begun to rock your hips, seeking more stimulation against your clit. At first, the movement was minuscule, but soon, you bounced enough to feel his tip bottom out, making you shriek. Beneath you, Raph groaned gutturally at deep penetration and the way you clenched around him when surprised. As if everything fell into place at once, you nodded, ready to officially begin. Wasting no time, he began pumping into you at a painfully slow pace with deep, meaningful strokes. 

You hated this, though you couldn’t place why. It was like he was teasing you going so slowly. “R-Raph…faster…” you whimpered, hands roaming your own body. That was all the consent he needed to kick it up a gear, clamping both hands on your hips and picking up pace to a steady rhythm. Before you knew it, you were on cloud nine, bouncing yourself in time with his thrusts, gaining momentum and speed as time drug on. 

“Ahhh,” he sighed, brows knitting together. “Yeah, baby just bounce on my cock, you know just what to do, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, lost in never before felt pleasure.

“You love riding my dick, don’t you princess?” He asked, breathing heavily, trying to distract himself from cumming too early from the excellent squeeze you offered. 

“Yes, sir.” you replied with a breathy moan, head thrown back in pleasure. 

“How much?” he pressed, the pace picking up to breakneck speed as he brutalized your cervix. 

“So fucking much!” you gasped, nearly screaming at the tension building inside as he pounded into you.

“Tell me how much you love riding this dick, baby,” he demanded. “C’mon and be a good girl and tell me,” 

Humiliation bubbled inside of your stomach in a way that fueled your fire. Face beet red you shyly muttered: “I-I love…r-riding your dick…” Suddenly, all stimulation ceased and Raph fell as still as the eye of a storm. Looking down, you panicked, slightly annoyed. “W-What? Why’d you stop?” He ignored you, a cocky grin playing on his lips. “G-Go, please!” you begged, even trying to lift yourself off of him to bounce on him again, but his grip on your waist held you cemented to him, but still starving. “W-What gives, babe? Please go!”

“Louder.” 

“W-Wha-?” you blushed impossibly deeper, confused and frustrated to bits. 

“Say it louder,” he repeated unrelenting. 

“Raph-!” you squealed, clicking the pieces together. “Enough games, please!” You continued to struggle against his grip to fuck yourself on his cock, to no avail. 

“I’m not gonna finish fucking you until you scream for me.” he flirted darkly. “I want everyone to know who makes you feel this good.” You resisted further, before finally giving in. 

“I-I love riding your dick…” you said, nearly in a normal speaking voice. Still, he refused to move. 

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you?” He teased, leaning closer as if to hear you better. 

“I said I love riding your dick!” barely shouted, relieved to feel the very slightest friction. 

“One more time, with feeling and I’ll give it to you so good,” he promised, shallowly rocking his hips. “One more time, baby, loud and proud for me.” 

“Please fuck me baby, I love riding your fucking dick!” you finally cried out, gritting your teeth and screaming lewdly into the air when he started again, pounding into you harshly.

“Atta girl!” he purred, locking in on finishing you for good.  “You’re so good for me, aren’t you, princess?”

“Y-Yes!,” you gasped, both to the question and just as a general statement. “Yes, yes, yes yes, oh, right there!”

“Fuck baby,” Raph crooned, his toes curling as tension built in his stomach. “You feel so damn good.” As if on cue, he shuddered, coming undone even more quickly upon feeling your messy hole clench around him.

“G-God, Raph, I’m so close!” you wept, slopping rutting your hips against his. “I-I’m gonna-!” Words tumbled over your lips, but the capacity for thought had long since dissolved, only being replaced with a lust that would permanently alter your brain chemistry. 

Laid out under you, Raph was in a similar state, mind fogged by your visage and feel and the fact that he had you all to himself. “C-Can’t believe you’re all mine,” He mumbled through gritting teeth and furrowed brows. “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine-” He began to chant in tune with his brutal thrusts until finally, he tipped over the edge with a string of obscenities.

Likewise, you’d also been reduced to less than coherent speech, simply moaning and whimpering, having entirely given up talking dirty. You could feel it when he came- the bruising grip his fingers had on your thighs, the ache in your tummy from how he’d rearranged your guts, even the warm spurt that filled any gaps his cock hadn’t been able to occupy. Not that you could put two and two together, too focused on your own orgasm as it just began to breach.

The sensation rocked you, filling you with a buzzy warmth you’d never been able to achieve before. It felt so special to feel this for the first time with someone you loved, you thought as you came down from your high, still seeing white. Absent-mindedly, your hands blindly searched for his, unsure for a moment if it had been a dream. You were relieved to feel his large hand envelope yours, softly caressing your fingers with his thumb.

“I’m right here, baby,” he soothed, almost as if he’d read your mind. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” You smiled at this, tiredly pushing against him to give just enough space for his softening member to flop out of you. You shuddered at the empty feeling and the way his seed leaked out of you in what felt like gallons. Not caring enough to clean up right away, you simply laid ontop of him, head resting just under his chin. 

“I love you…” you said, as less of a reminder than a need for validation in your fragile state.

“I love you too, dollface.” he sighed, petting your hair. “Thanks for trusting me.”

“Mhmm…” you hummed in response, threatening to nod off. 

“Think this’ll happen again?” he wondered aloud, propping his head up with a bent arm. 

“Maybe…” you replied softly, secretly wishing he’d shut up and let you sleep already. 

“Well, if it does, we should probably use a condom next time.”

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[boybeholding]

2012 Donnie + Stoner Reader Content Warnings: recreational drug use

Not requested.

Mikey Raph Leo

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The first week on the farm might’ve been the hardest of your life so far.

Before that, you only knew Donnie. You had gone back to work after hours one night to grab your forgotten backpack, and he had saved your ass when a trio of Purple Dragons had tried shaking you down. 

He just kept showing back up in your life, after that. You didn’t know anything about his until your city was being torn apart by aliens. You’re pretty sure it was pure luck their clunker van had happened upon you on their way out of the city. You were in too much shock to ask any questions until halfway through the drive.

And then you were there. 

You’d never been anywhere so quiet in all of your life. The silence in the house was earsplitting.

After a few days, your happy place became sitting out in their van by the barn, listening to music on the radio. Sometimes you’d go and drive around, if you were feeling especially listless. Casey occasionally bitched about gas, but Donnie defended you vehemently. You were glad he was there to do it for you. If not, you might’ve mauled Casey to death.

You had just pulled back into the space in front of the barn-turned-lab, the van coming to a hard stop as you pushed on the brake a bit too forcefully. You bounced in the seat, the vehicle creaking at the lurch.

Something plastic went flying above you, a compartment unlodging itself from the interior wall. You jumped a little when a small plastic bag fell into your lap.

You lifted it up curiously. 

Oh, hell yeah, April’s dad. 

One potentially expired joint later, and you climbed out of the van, a cartoonish brick of smoke following you as you opened the door. 

“Woah! What happened in there??”

You toppled in on yourself with a yelp at Donnie’s voice behind you. His hand on your back was a welcome sensation, and when he helped you to your feet, your whole body pressed back into him.

“What happened to the van? Was there an accident? Oh god, do you have monoxide poisoning??” He was panicking, getting louder with each question. 

You giggled at him. “Nooo- Calm down. I’m fine, it’s not from the car.”

You squirmed in his firm grip on your shoulders, watching his brows scrunch with concern. His eyes were darting over you, frantic, before he stopped, lifting his head up to the air. His snout twitched.

Sometimes the things he did were so animal-like. You wanted to tell him, but you were always worried it’d be offensive.

“Dude, you’re like.. Such a turtle.” Okay. Such inhibitions would not stop you tonight.

He held a hand to the back of your head, then checked your pulse with a finger under your jaw. You whined loudly at all the prodding, waving his hand away.

“Let’s get you some fresh air, okay? Casey and I will take a look at the van later. Once it airs out.” His snout was slightly wrinkled. Guess he didn't like the smell.

“I don’t have CO poisoning,” you mumbled, letting him herd you away. “Promise.”

“That was a lot of smoke.”

You didn’t feel like explaining yourself. You were pretty sure you would mangle any attempt. You scrunched your nose at him when he once again took a hold of your face, inspecting you. The touch made you get all dizzy– maybe you had gotten a little too stoned.

Your eyes closed when he checked your pulse again, sighing a little more audibly than you’d meant to. When you opened them, he was awfully close to your face, staring at you with a blend of concern and affection.

You leaned forward thoughtlessly, smacking a kiss on his slightly parted mouth. He jolted like you’d burned him. 

“See? Did that taste like carbon monoxide to you?” you asked blearily.

“I–” he croaked, grip on you trembling. “Okay. I’m calling poison control.”

[freckliedan]

Wait you reblogged something about dnp getting outed before the height of the careers? Did I miss something lol when were they outed

oh my god. i love that this is not something everyone knows anymore. but it's also absolutely fucking insane to me that this knowledge could potentially be lost. it's the biggest piece of context necessary for understanding them.

they were outed in 2011 on a smaller scale and again in 2012 on a massive scale, both times by the same video.

on september 17th of 2011 there was a platform wide glitch on youtube where, at random, a bunch of videos that had been uploaded and listed as private were suddenly unprivatized.

one of the videos that was unprivatized was a deeply earnest private message to dan that phil uploaded on february 13th of 2010, because dan was in india with his family and it was their first valentine's day together. there are a lot of intimate details about their early relationship in this video.

it gets called the vday or valentine's day video by phannies because it was titled ":3".

it was only up for a couple hours, but there are posts from phannies within that span. they reached out to people asking that it not be circulated with a poor cover story (that it was a prank they thought better of because it would be too mean).

people did not publicly circulate it for a period of time, but on halloween of 2012 it got posted publicly and got spread everywhere immediately. that's the second and more major outing.

in the years of like, 2013 thru the end of tatinof era at least but likely longer than that? if it got posted anywhere publicly it would get copyright struck by phil and removed. i don't have a definitive end date but the copyright strikes aren't still happening.

the leak is absolutely what lead to the peak era of dan and phil's closeting. understanding their need for control and how momentous it is that they trust us with anything requires knowledge of this context, imo.

i don't reccomend watching it. i haven't in some time.

i am open about the fact that i did watch it as a teenager in november of 2012, back when it was still circulating on tumblr. when i returned a couple weeks later to rewatch it, the entire blog i'd originally seen it on had been nuked for copyright infringement, and that wasn't uncommon for the era.

it was a really bad time in the phandom. dan briefly made a "customer service" sideblog & vehemently shut down people speculating on his sexuality/relationship with phil.

all of the archival information we have on dan and phil—the dailybooths, the formsprings, the old tweets, the videos they've taken off their channels, liveshows, vyous, etc? so much of that information was saved despite dan and phil trying to eradicate it in the immediate aftermath of the leak.

it's incredible that we still have it all, and even more incredible that images from phannie archives have made it into their videos several times from 2019 onward. their relationship with us has changed so drastically since 2012, in ways beyond what we could've imagined at the time.

yes, they were outed. that's the context for everything.

[dreadful-windandrain]

listened to the real will wood album three times yesterday. here are my thoughts:

am i being detaIIIIIIIIINED? am i under arrest?? (yes!)

"this is a song written by a dead guy" the implications..........

unsyncopate cotard's solution right this fucking second

the transition into dr sunshine lives is SO GOOD

was it when i left the cave and swore i'd. NEVER GO BACK!!!!!!!

how did he make white knuckle jerk hornier. what's with the moans. and why do i like it better than the original.

HEART BLUER THAN MY b-b-b-b-bbbbbaaaaa~a~LLLLLS!

the weird voices he uses in thermodynamic lawyer sure were a choice

fucking ADORE front street live. even better than the original and my favorite off of this album. literally just. the tempo changes. "if you're not on your worst behavior... get the fuck out!" "is this shit enough proof for you?" "give us all that fucking osmosis! oh, yeah!!" "sing it with me you fuckers!". he made a villian song sound even more evil. wtf and well done

i trusted you i trusted you i trusted you i trusted you i tru

the long ass intro for hand me my [x], i'm [y]! is fabulous. the anticipation!!!

the tempo is also faster here than the original which is awesome but overstimulating as hell when the second half of the bridge hits

take it away, creeps

here's a song *first chord of 2012*

by retracing myyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ste-epppppppppp pssssssssss

the guitar riff that starts mr capgras makes my brain perk up like a bluetooth speaker being connected

FUCKING HURT EACH OTHER! COME ON!!!!

yet another banger intro! the latter half of this album does not miss!

can we drop this shit? i wanna see you at each other's throats, man, make some fucking noise. one two three oh YEAAAAAAAH

the transition here also. magical.

i definitely didn't almost cry at the end of fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva when the tempo slowed down and everyone was vocalizing

-ish is so fucking underrated oh my GOD you people don't talk about it enough

the people who sang "myself again" after "and i'm gonna be"...... read the room

the new harmonies on where do you get off, front street, and mr capgras give me life

overall i love it but i do believe that ww didn't sing the song with five names to spite me personally. he did sing it on in case i die but still. you don't know how much tax fraud i would commit to hear it live with a full band

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

"Putting your hand over your heart isn't a part of a Nazi salute!"

Not the original salute no, but it is part of the salute being used by Neo Nazis. So here's a link to a video comparing them, showing his gesture was identical to a Neo Nazi salute.

https://www.reddit.com/r/france/s/2bdn5cuvf6

"Even the ADL said it wasn't a Nazi salute!"

The ADL can be wrong just like any other group of people can. You people hate their stance on hate speech, so why are you magically in agreement with them just because they support your worldview?

"It was so bad that it couldn't have been a real salute, Hitler would have killed him for mocking him!"

Bad salutes are still salutes, just as bad insurrections are still insurrections.

"He was symbolically throwing his heart to the crowd!"

Here he is doing it a second time while facing away from the crowd.

"He said his heart went out to the crowd!"

Yeah so he could have some deniability for idiots like you to cling to and defend him with.

"Kalama did the same gesture!"

She waved and pointed. You're just blind. There's something wrong with you if you can't distinguish a wave from an actual Nazi salute. Here's them being conpared side by side.

https://x.com/tify330/status/1881512417387040998

The sad part Is, if you saw this back in 2012, your immediate thought would have been "Oh my god Elon Musk did a nazi salute!", but Trump has so successfully brainwashed you, conditioned you, and groomed you, that his richest and most vocal supporter can preform a blatant Nazi salute, and you'll deny the obvious evidence before you to defend him, ignoring everything before your eyes and ears, because you've been made incapable of acknowledging the evilness, or the nature, of your cult.

It should have been obvious when he showed up to the Madison Square Garden rally in a custom black MAGA hat that used a typeface that was associated with the Hitler and the Nazis, the font the Nazis regularly used as a sign of nationalism that Hitler chose as the as the font for the cover of his autobiography.

https://www.ndtv.com/world-news/elon-musks-maga-cap-text-has-eerie-resemblance-with-hitlers-nazi-font-6903216/amp/1](https://www.ndtv.com/world-news/elon-musks-maga-cap-text-has-eerie-resemblance-with-hitlers-nazi-font-6903216/amp/1

You guys are REALLY bad at taking hints due to your programing.

"Trump, who is nothing like a nazi and never talks about nazis or white supremacists except to disavow them, brainwashed you into thinking Elon Musk isn't a nazi" sure is an interesting take.

Anyway you're putting a lot of words into my mouth and the ones you're quoting that are actually mine explain pretty well why what Elon did isn't a nazi salute, so I'm not going point by point and addressing your nonsense (especially the "nazi font" shit. Jesus do you even hear yourself?)

What I am going to address?

"Here he is doing it a second time while facing away from the crowd"

There were people behind the stage behind him. I don't know if you can see them during Elon's full speech but here's the same setup from when Trump was at the arena

You can clearly see the white star bunting that's behind Elon in the clips of him doing the "salute". The stage is in the center of the arena with people all around.

I'll also explain why I trust the ADL here, again, because apparently you either didn't see it or, more likely, your leftist brain selectively edits everything that doesn't conform to your warped world view.

The ADL is a partisan left wing group that constantly calls conservatives, but especially Trump and his allies, nazis, racists, white supremacists, anti-Semites, and every other ist and phobe under the sun. They rarely let a chance to lie about the right go by. The fact that a group like that is saying "that wasn't a nazi salute" means a lot, because they're going against the talking points of their own ideology in favor of a person they hate. When a group, even a partisan hack group like the ADL, goes against their interests and the interests of their allies in favor of a person or a group they normally can't stand, that gives their words a lot of extra weight.

She waved and pointed. You're just blind. There's something wrong with you if you can't distinguish a wave from an actual Nazi salute.

Yes. That's the point. She waved and pointed. Elon symbolically "threw his heart" to the crowd. Neither were nazi salutes. Both could made to look like one out of context. The media only cared about doing it with Elon.

I don't expect any of this to get through to you, because you still think J6 was an iNsUrReCtIoN. But maybe one day, after you grow out of this weird leftist phase, you'll look back and remember this and feel as silly as you should.

[justwhisperingfantasies]

The One That Got Away -3-

Characters: Reader, (Y/N), and nicknames babe(s). Jensen Ackles. Jared Padalecki. Eric Kripke. Lily (o.c) Brett (o.c)

Warnings: Language, Angst, A little fluff,

Summary: With just a little over 4 weeks before the wedding everyone keeps reminding you that you're marrying the wrong guy.

A/N: When I tell you i was screaming at my screen the entire time i wrote this i am not exaggerating. I really don't like this guy! Hope y'all enjoy it.

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2012

“Are you sure you’re, ok?” Lily questioned through the phone.

“Yes. If this is what he wants who am I to stop it.”

“That’s not what I asked babe.”

You sighed. Honestly no. I’m not. But what am I supposed to do.” You filled the shot glass on the counter again. “Charge in the church tomorrow and beg him not to marry her? I think he’s made up his mind. I mean obviously if the pussy is worth throwing a 4-year relationship away for, you just have to put a ring on it right?” you slammed the shot glass to the counter, as the sweet burn trickled down your throat and then you bit into a lemon.

“How many tequila shots have you had?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“How many?”

“4.” You filled the glass and took the shot. “5.” You poured again. “6”

“I’m putting on my shoes. I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Please stop doing shots until I get there.”

“Lil. Its fine.” Your doorbell rang. You looked toward the door with furrowed brows “Are you here?”

“No, who is it?”

“Well, I have to look first.” You peeked out the small hole. “Lily,”

“Yes?”

“I think Jensen is standing on my porch.”

“What? What do you mean you think?”

“What do you mean, what do I mean I think?”

“Come on, I know you are home. Please just open the door.”

“He wants me to open the door.” you whispered into the phone.

“So, open the door…”

“What if it’s a trap?”

“Babe!!” Jensen yelled as he banged on the door.

“Hold on!!”  you yell back.

“Jared, do you have your key?” you heard Jensen

“Jared is with him. He’s getting a spare key.”

“Oh my god. Open the damn door!” Lily yelled through the phone.

“Why is everybody yelling at me?” You took the phone away from your ear to see why it was beeping. “Jared is calling me.”

“Answer it.”

“K.” you tapped the green icon and put the phone to your ear but stayed silent.

“[y/n]?” Jared sounded confused.

“Yes?” you whispered.

“Why are you whispering?”

“I think Jensen is on my porch.”

“Are you drunk?”

“A little, but J.p I really think it’s him.”

Jared chuckled. “I know it’s him. and he’s not on your porch anymore. We are sitting in my car in your driveway.”

“Why?”

“Because you didn’t answer the door.” You heard Jensen’s voice but couldn’t make out the words. “He wants to talk to you.”

“Why?”

He repeated the word. “Hold on. here.”

“I need to talk to you.” Tears started to form as you heard the sorrow and desperation in Jensen’s voice.

“You are.”

“No. I want to see you. I need to see you.”

“Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep in? big day Tomor.”

“Baby please.”

You hung up the phone as you blinked back the tears. You took a deep breath and swung the door open after unlocking it. Not waiting for him, you made your way back to your shot glass.

You slammed your shot glass down as you heard his boots coming closer.

“How many have you had?”

You swallowed. “Not enough.” You turned around to him standing in the doorway. “Why are you here Jensen?” you asked as you leaned back against the counter.

“I had to see you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You had to see me the night before your wedding?” he nodded. You scoffed. “Why? Had to rub it in my face one last time?”

Creases formed in his forehead as the confusion showed on his face. “When did I ever rub this in your face?”

“Oh? You haven’t been parading her around set, you haven’t been posting cute little selfies on Instagram,” You could feel the tears start to gather again. “You haven’t.”

“I get it.” he cut you off. “I’m sorry. I didn’t so any of those things to hurt you.”

“Well, doesn’t matter now does it. tomorrow you get to be the luckiest guy and say I do to your dream girl.” You said, rolling your eyes and reaching for the tequila again.

“Yea, I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” His tone dripped with sarcasm.

“Then why? If you feel that way, why the fuck get married to her?” He stayed silent as he watched you take your shot. “Do you still love me?” you asked, you turned around.  Your breath hitched as those damn green eyes stared right back into yours. Just say yes you begged him in your mind. Say yes and everything else won’t matter. We could start over. We could get back to us. The way it should be.

His eyes fell to the floor “[y/n] I will always love you.”

“Then leave her. We can start over.”

With tears glistening in his eyes, he lifted his gaze to meet yours again. “Believe me I wish it was that easy.”

“But it could be. Fresh start, clean slate. The last couple years erased, gone.” You pleaded as you made your way over to him. His head leaned into your hand as it slid onto his cheek. You lifted yourself onto your tiptoes, inching your lips nearer to his. His finger wrapped around your arms, stopping you.

“I shouldn’t have come here. I am so sorry,” he stepped back, his shoes squeaked as he spun and started for the front door.

“Jensen!” he stopped. “Can you honestly say you love her more than me?”

“No.”  you heard him murmur as he walked away

Reader's Pov

 The memory faded as Jensen stirred, his arm finding its way around your waist while he cuddled into your back, burying his face in your hair. “Are you still mad at me?” he asked in a soft voice.

“No.”

“You’re still a bad liar, babe.”

You sighed, “I guess I should be used to you turning me down by now.”

“It’s too early for all that attitude.” He tightened his hold on you. “But I’d rather you wake up full of anger than regret.”

“You can’t cute your way out of it.”

“Wasn’t trying to.”

“Right.” After placing his arm behind you, you got out of bed. You strolled over to your suitcase and unzipped it.  

“Come back, you know I did the right thing.”

“Yeah, I know.”  You rummaged through your clothes, finding a comfy outfit for the plane ride.

“And you’re still mad, why?”

“I said I’m not mad.” You picked up your clothes and walked toward the bathroom. You could feel his eyes on you. Stopping at the door you sighed. “I’m really not, the last couple of days has been rough and being around you is stirring up old shit.”

As you turned the shower knob half way to the engraved H you heard “Like what?”  You turned around and narrowed your eyes at him. You stepped back to the sink and grabbed the Advil off the counter. “Like the night before you wedding…”

“That’s not fair, you know why I couldn’t.”  You stayed silent as you filled the plastic cup half full. “I really thought she could fuck with my life.” You raised your eyebrows as you took a drink to swallow the pills. “Do you really think I would have walked out that door if I thought I had another choice?”

There was a knock on the bedroom door. “Yeah?” you yelled.

“You decent?” Jared yelled with a chuckle.

“Yes.” You yelled back.

He opened the door. A cup carrier with 2 hot coffees in his hand. “Man just like old times huh?” he walked over to the bathroom doorway. “For you.” he reached your coffee out to you.

“Thanks love.”

“You are welcome, my dear.”  He held out the last one to Jensen “And for you honey bear.”

A smile spread across Jensen’s face as he rolled his eyes. “Thanks, sweet cheeks.” Jensen turned back to you. “We’ll finish this later.”

“Can’t wait”

After getting dressed you scrunched your damp hair a couple of times and decided to let in dangle naturally. You grabbed what was left of your coffee and went to join your friends in the common room. As you settled into the armchair positioned opposite Jensen across the coffee table, the staring contest started. Jared and Lily ‘s eyes darting back and forth as if they were watching a pink pong game.

“So, what the hell happened last night?” Jared asked finally, breaking the silence.

You smirked with raised brows. “I think he was asking you Ross.”

Just as Jensen opened his mouth to answer there was a knock on the door.

Jensen’s pov

He noticed her brows knit together at the sound. “Y'all expecting someone?” Jensen asked.

Lily shook her head, “Nope.” [y/n] said as she got up. He watched every muscle in her body tense when she opened the door.  “Hey.” She exclaimed in total shock. A wave of nausea washed over him as he heard “Babe! What are you doing here?” Then she stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind her.

Jensen’s eye snapped to Lily once the door latched. Her jaw was practically on the floor. “Was that?” Jensen asked. Lily nodded, her mouth still gaping open.  He huffed “Motherfucker.”

“Someone wanna fill me in? “Jared asked

“That's her fian”

“Lily shut up.” Jensen raised his voice.

“Her what?!” Jared’s voice raised, “She getting married? “

“Really Lily?” Jensen put his face into his hands.

“Well, you knew so I thought he knew too.”

“Someone start talking right now!” Jared demanded.

Readers pov

“Surprise!” Brett said with a smile.

“What?” you said confused. He never did anything like this.

“I missed you. So, I hopped on a plane and came.” Right or is it because I’m here with Jensen you thought.

You jumped when Jared yanked the door open. “You’re getting married?!”

“Fuck.”

“Yea I’d say. You are getting married in a month and you didn’t tell any of your friends?”

“Oh, her friends know. Just not her old friends.”

“Really Brett?” You asked irritated.

Jared scoffed. “Really fucking nice.” He started down the hallway

You sighed and went after Jared. You had to power walk to catch him. “Jared please.” You pleaded he didn’t stop until he reached the elevator. He hit the call button.

“You were in my wedding [y/n].” he turned around. “In it.”

“I know.” You blinked back tears.

“You were bridesmaid #1.”

“I know.”

“I know we aren’t as close now but God damn not even an invite?”

“it’s not like that.”

“Then please enlighten me.”

“I didn’t have a choice.” confusion mixed with the anger in his face. “Brett said if I invited any of my Supernatural buddies, he wasn’t showing up.”

“He’s threatening you like that and you’re still going to marry him. Come on [y/n] I know you ain’t That stupid.”

“Would you rather I marry the guy that cheated on me?” The tears began to flow down your cheeks.

“Allegedly. He doesn’t even remember it.”

“She was pregnant J.p”

“Believe it or not Jensen isn’t the only guy that can knock someone up. And there’s no way he would threaten you into not inviting your ‘old friends’.”  He got in the elevator and pushed the door close button. You wiped the tears from your face and started back.

Your sadness turned into anger as you looked up and found Brett standing there. “Wanted to make sure giaganto didn’t try anything.”

“Are you kidding me?” fucking great you thought as you seen Jensen walking your way.

“Are you ok?” Jensen asked as he approached you.

“You told him?!”

“It just kinda slipped out.”

“Damnit Jensen!”

“Babe, I’m sorry.”

“She’s fine.” Brett said putting his arm around you.

“Was it bad?” Jensen ignored him

“I said she’s fine.” Brett said a little louder.

Jensen turned to him with a huge grin on his face “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Jensen.” He said sticking his hand out.

“Yea I know  the ex.” Brett said rudely as he shook Jensen’s hand. “Brett. The guy that’s marrying her.”

“Yea, I heard.” Jensen’ crossed his arms over his chest. “Congrats, She’s quite a catch.”

“Yep, that’s why I put a ring on it.” 

Jensen began to stroll off. "Just make sure you keep her smiling. You wouldn't want some other dude coming in and winning her over again." With that, Jensen continued on his way.

“See this is why I don’t want them at our wedding. Nothing but fucking drama.” You rolled your eyes and walked back to your hotel room.

Jensen’s pov

“I know you’re mad Jared, but you know she loves you. It’s all that stupid cockbag she’s with.”  Jensen said trying to calm him down after Jared told him everything that happened in the hallway. “I don’t understand what she sees in him and I’m not just saying that as a jealous ex-boyfriend.”

“That’s why I’m pissed.” He said as they loaded their luggage into the SUV. “She shouldn’t be with him.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more.”

“So, are you gonna do something about it?” Jared asked.

“I’m gonna try my damnest J.p”

“Speak of the devil.” Jared pointed, Jensen followed his finger, and there she was breath taking as always. Jared flipped his pointed finger and motioned her over. She dropped her jaw and pointed at herself mouthing the words me.

“Shut up and get over here.” Jared yelled. She smiled and started walking.

“So, you don’t hate me?” she asked Jared once she got close. How could anyone hate her Jensen thought to himself.

“I could never hate you,” Jared said wrapping his arms around her.

“Awe Padalecki, ya big ol’ softie.” She said nestling into the hug.

“Now that dickface you plan on marrying is a whole other story.” Jared said as she stepped back.

“Can we have 5 good minutes before the 2 of you gang up on me?”

“I didn’t even say anything.” Jensen remarked.

“I know you’re just waiting to jump in with your opinions.” Did she really expect him to just stand back and watch the love of his life marry someone that would treat her the way Brett does,

Jared sighed. “We aren’t trying to gang up on you or tell you how to live your life. But damnit [y/n] we love you and we know that you know you deserve better.” Jensen pressed his lips together, raising his brows he nodded.

“I love you too,” the 3 of them looked over to the doors as they heard Brett’s voice, he had his phone up to his ear yelling at someone.

“You gonna come to the Toronto Convention?” Jared asked with a grin.

She smirked. “I might pop in.”

“I’ll see ya then.” He said hugging her again before getting in the back seat.

“Well.”

“Now there’s a deep subject Ackles.” She giggled

He shook his head and smiled. “So, 5 weeks huh?”

“More like 4 weeks 5 days.”

“Wait?” he pulled out his phone and opened the calendar. “October 13th? Are you kidding me?”

“Yea, I didn’t pick the date.”

“Does he know?” he asked. She replied with a nod. “You’re telling me this motherfucker pick our anniversary for your wedding date intentionally?” another nod. “And you are ok with it?”

“Well, I was pissed at you. I agreed because I was trying to cover up something bad with something good.”

He laughed. “That’s how he convinced you?” she sighed. “So, 4 weeks, 5 days?”

“Babe!” Brett yelled, shoving his phone back in his pocket.

“I gotta go.” she leaned for a hug.

“We’ll just see about that.” He whispered into her eat as he squeezed her.

Reader’s Pov

You took a deep breath trying to calm the butterflies as Jensen released you from his embrace. You smiled and turned to walk away.

“I’ll see you soon.” He called after you.

You glanced back. He flashed his wide grin.

“Geez, I thought you were going to make out with him.” Brett sneered,

“I mean I can go back; he’d probably be down.”

“You’re think you’re funny?”

“I think I’m adorable.” You said with a smirk and walked through the doors.

“Where is Brett sitting?” Lily asked as you sat between her and the window of the plane.

“Last row.” Thank God. He’d been bitching now stop since you hugged Jensen.

“Would you ladies like anything to drink?”

“Coffee please” you said together.

The flight attendant smiled. “Coming right up.”

Lily turned back to you. “So today was fun.”

“Freaking tons!” you said in a sarcastic tone.

“Did you and Jared make up?”

“Yes.”

“Yay. Did you invite him to the wedding?”

“You know I can’t.”

“That still kinda bugs me. Its your wedding you should be able to invite the guy that’s been like a brother to you for half your life.

“Lily, I’m already getting this shit from Jensen and Jared. I don’t need you to start your shit again.”

She sighed. “Ok then. Tell me. How was last night?”

You smiled. “ it was super fun. I  got to hang out with some friends. Did some tequila shots, watched a good band perform live.”

“Jensen Ackles fucked my brains out.”

You raised your brows with a chuckle. “False, actually.” She pressed he lips together and furrowed her brows  as she tilted he head. “ I’m not lying. We made out a little, when clothes started coming off he stopped.”

“You’re serious?”

You chuckled again. “Yes!”  She nodded her head gesturing for you to continue. “ He said he didn’t want it like this. He said he had to win me back first.”

Lily put her hand on her chest as she swooned.

“Yeah. Yeah. I still can’t believe he told Jared about the wedding.”

“Uh about that.”

You sighed as you laid your head back on the seat. “ should of ordered a beer.”

“It’s my fault.” She explained what happened while you were in the hall with Brett. “ I am so sorry, I really thought he knew.”

“Oh Lily.” You said with another sigh. “it’s fine. Jared and I are okay.”  

“You still have to tell me what happened in that hallway.” Her eyes grew as wide. “what does he mean allegedly”?

“I don’t freaking know!!! And why say you’re knocked up by Jensen Ackles if you aren’t really knocked up by Jensen Ackles. I know Alan. Give the situation the first thing he would tell Jensen is to get paternity test done.”

“Yes, but she didn’t know Alan until after they got together. I know for a fact he didn’t introduce them until like a week before he purposed.”

“Huh. Do you know if he went to any doctor appointments with her?”

“It’s Jensen, I would put money on him going to the doctors. I know she showed everyone ultra sound pictures.” You sighed. “ whatcha thinking?”

“I think we are putting way too much thought into this.”

Eric was waiting at the gate for you guys. “Hey boss!” You shouted grabbing his attention.

 “There’s my girls!”

“oh look who survived a whole weekend without us.” You joked.

“Just barely. And it was pretty touch and go for a minute there.”

You chuckled. “How are my sets coming?” you asked as you waited for Brett.

He raised his eyebrows. “My sets are coming along wonderfully.”

“Let’s not forget who designated them.”

“Eh. I’ll give you that one, but you ain’t showrunner yet.”

“Yet being the key word in that sentence” you said with a grin.

“Brett!!” Eric said as he walked up to the group. “How was your Vegas trip?” Eric asked in a sarcastic manner.

“Very short, but I got to see my baby earlier than I would have.”

You saw Eric roll his eyes as he spun on his heels “ Baggage claim?”

“Shot gun!” Brett yelled as he stepped out the door first. “Here babe, let me help you.” he said taking your bag.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him. What the hell has gotten into him?!” you thought.

“So [y/n],” Eric said as you sat down in the middle seat beside his. “I have the legal team writing up Jensen’s contract now. Should be done in a couple days. I was thinking of maybe doing a short table read with him and some of the cast before he sighs. Just so, he’s sure.”

“Yeah, we could set that up. I know some of the guys want to meet him.”

“You think you could reach out to him tonight and see when is best for him?”

“Is that really in her job description Eric?” Brett asked.

“If she wants to see how to being a showrunner is, yes.”

“I will Eric. It’s fine.” You shot Brett a glance that clearly said he should shut up.

“Alright, I’m gonna have Steve drop me at the studio. Go home unwind. I’m gonna be there let if you guys wanna come check out the sets.”

“I don’t understand why it has to be you.” Brett complained as he shut your apartment door.

“It’s my job.” His phone started to ring. “Same reason why you are always catering to her.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yes she’s not my ex though.”

“Well get over it. He already said yes.”

“Angela.” He said answering his phone. “I’m on my way.” He hung up his phone.

“It’s my job. Get over it.” he used your own words against you and walked out the door.

You sat on your couch with a huff and pulled out your phone.

[y/n]: Wanna go check out those sets?

Lily: I’ll pick you up in 10 minutes. 😊

You hit the back icon and opened Jensen’s conversation.

[y/n]: Call me when you get a chance.

The three dots show up almost immediately after you hit send.

Jensen: Missin me already?

[y/n]: Harty har har. I got a message from the boss.

Jensen: Having dinner with my folks. Can I call in like 30 minutes?

[y/n]: No rush.

You jumped to your feet when you heard Lily honk. You slipped your coat back on and locked the door behind you.

Your jaw dropped as Eric walked you onto the first set. “It’s amazing!! They did such a good job!”

“And over here is the pod where Soldier Boy was being held.”

You stepped inside and your phone started to ring. “Ross! You will not believe what I’m doing right now.” You said practically bouncing.

“Hey sweetheart. What are you doing?” he matched your enthusiasm.

“I’m standing in the pod, where Ben was held.”

“Is it bad ass?”

“Yes! They did such a good job, I can’t wait.”

He chuckled. “I wish I could see your face right now.”

You poked your head out; No sign of Eric. “You have to be quiet. And you can’t tell anyone.” You tapped the facetime icon and turned the volume of the call down.  “Look how freaking cool this is.” You switched the lens and held your phone out slowly moving it around the pod.

“That’s pretty badass babe.” You switched the lens back to selfie and gave him big. He laughed. “You’re cute when you excited.” You rolled your eyes as your cheeks turned pink.

“Shit I think I hear Eric, hold on.” you switched the call back to voice. “So how are Alan and Donna?”

“Good. They say hi.”

“Jensen...”

“Don’t worry. I just told them that we are going to be working together again.”

“Ok. Give them my love next time you talk to them.”

“I will. So, what’s this important message from Kripke? And shouldn’t he be the one calling me about this?” he asked in a playful tone.

“Well maybe he had his showrunner in training call you?”

“Are you serious?!”

“It’s not like official, but he has been showing me some stuff and giving me more responsibilities.”

“Babe!”

“I know!”

“A freaking showrunner!”

“I know!”

“Ah!!”  His excited scream made you laugh.

“So, he is having Legal write up your contract now. He said he would like to do a small table read. With you and a few of the cast members before you sign just so, you’re sure.”

“Well, I don’t think I’ll need the table read, but if it makes him happy, I’ll do it.”

“Alright, when are you free?”

“I can fly in Thursday.”

“I’m not doing anything Thursday night.”

“Not even watching the game with your ol’ Dallas buddy?”

“Ok I’m not doing anything work related Thursday night.” He laughed, “So I’ll call Seth and have him set up your flight and send over all the info.”

“Sounds good sweetheart...”  He paused for a second. “Seriously though [y/n] I am so fucking proud of you.” you couldn’t help but smile as tears swelled in your eyes.

“Thanks Ross.” You sniffled.

“Go enjoy your sets. I cannot wait to see them.”

You giggled. “Bye Jensen.”

“Bye Babe.”

“Is that smile because of the set or because of him?” Lily asked

“Maybe both.”

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Any thoughts/opinions on TMNT 2007, either in comparison to other iterations or about the characters/relationships in general?

oh boy have i got some thoughts on TMNT 2007 !

straight off the bat i’d say it feels so set apart from all of the other ninja turtles movies we had/have at that point. they’re a little older (i can’t remember the canon ages but wasn’t it pretty much fanon for a long time that they were at least early 20s?) and starts their story off kinda at their end.

2007 was also supposedly a continuation of the 1990s movies. whether you want that to be solid canon or not (personally i don’t) but either way, they’re kind of in “retirement” stage of their lives with everything with shredder already happened and this is kind of just the aftermath of that.

the relationships in this movie !!!!! oh my GOD it’s just near to absolute perfection. i usually don’t always super love the classic raph/leo tension just because sometimes it feels a little overdone and can really take away the shine from other aspects of the movie, but i really do like how different it feels here.

raph is so obviously not coping with having so much of his family dynamics changed. and i think that’s why the whole aspect of the movie being set after all of their biggest most heroic adventures works well, because in a way, this movie just highlights how much their lifestyle has impacted them. imo raph struggles with having leo so far from home. he’s going through a little bit of separation anxiety, can’t regulate his emotions properly and lashes out bad.

leo obviously takes this all the wrong ways. he’s going through something too so he’s blind-sighted to the fact that raph isn’t intentionally trying to piss him off. they’re back butting heads maybe because it feels most familiar in a way that hasn’t been since leo left.

b-team in this movie is just. chefs kiss. so much to unpack here, too.

donnie who is finally being highlighted for how much he does for his family behind the scenes, normally quietly bumbling along, now here he is, trying to keep a sense of normality and feeling under appreciated!! which rightly so!! he kind of just gets this shit load of responsibility thrusted onto him when leo leaves and raph distances himself. he’s treading water in the deep end, barely afloat but rarely does he really lash out because he wants to do good, and keep peace (mostly for mikey’s sake, I would argue)

and mikey. oh mikey. easily one of my favourite interpretations of mikey in this movie. he’s kind of mellowing out and maturing in a way that i think hits leo with full force when he comes home from south america. all because he’s had to grow up and pick up the pieces left behind in the wake of their family kind of slowly crumbling apart.

they’re all hurting in this movie but mikey’s hurt is so painfully obvious and so masked when he’s putting up with a job he really hates, barely seeing much of either brother he has left because of their schedules and feels cooped up. he trips over himself with just pure glee when he sees that leo is finally home. he’s still that kid at heart, despite everything, that truly believes that his big brother can mend this. it’s a really bittersweet thing to think of him just hoping his life would fall back into place again after it being so out of sorts for so long.

TMNT 2007 isn’t a perfect movie by any means. whilst i adore the way the turtles have been written, is still falls into the trap of making don + mike background characters towards the last half, giving leo + raph the limelight once again, and sometimes leo does act a little out of sorts but i could just pin that down to him having some sort of PTSD, so it remains high in my ranks regardless.

it’s not perfect but it’s still really really good. the animation holds up pretty well. it paved the way for 2012 in regards to CGI turtles. the voice acting is something i don’t see hyped up enough. nolan north as raphael?!!! i feel like as a fandom we definitely sleep on that fact way too hard

the plot is original and fresh and it’s clear that this wasn’t just a cash grab, but a real love letter to the franchise and to the fans:) the people that made this cared for these characters and this world and it shows :)

the fight scenes are really fun and easy to follow. the leo raph rooftop scene is just incredibly done. whoever wrote that.. please always be involved in tmnt wherever you are.. honestly pure fire some of those lines

nobody feels like a caricature of themselves here, which often happens with tmnt when a new universe is introduced, just to establish their character roles. i really love the thought of them in the wake of the fight and after the dust settles and they’re trying to cope with their feelings and problems separately because they don’t know what else to do. they need a million hugs, please, i would love to see more of this that isn’t just the last ronin. show me the turtles in their 30s trying to adjust to their lives changing drastically as they’re getting older and recognising their trauma, finally. i would eat that up!

in anyone hasn’t seen TMNT 2007 (which, i’d assume most of my followers probably has) then i would absolutely recommend it !!

forever mourning the mikey centric sequel we were supposed to get before the studio shut down and forever sending wishes up that there’s someone out there with enough money and a dream to bring it to life in some way shape or form (i’ll take a comic. a mini series. anything lmao)

TMNT 2007 will always have a special place in my heart :)