#radicool

[me3dia]

I remember seeing RADICOOL! on a Trapper Keeper cover in fifth grade, and thinking, "Wow, some adult thought kids say 'radicool'? That's so lame." And so I started saying myself for awhile, in a sarcastic tone of voice.

[jellazticious]

Thinking about that dumb fuckin fatass (Jace Cursed to Charm)

[stonerzelda]

Lets all make cringy nintendo oc's together

[less-than-triggery]

[regretisstoredintheme]

Request! Rise Donnie x reader that is smarter than him and teases him about it and he's furious about having a crush on them being 100% oblivious that reader already knows and feels the same way. From Donnie's POV. PLEASE and thank you!

I’ve been dreaming of a— HMMMMMM????

Request, you say????

“Anonymous asked: Request! Rise Donnie x reader that is smarter than him and teases him about it and he's furious about having a crush on them being 100% oblivious that reader already knows and feels the same way. From Donnie's POV. PLEASE and thank you!” 

A/N: unfortunately, I can’t see any way that this would go well... If any writer wants to take this prompt and make a fluff version of this, have at thee! But I can only imagine this going one way….

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Smarter. (A Oneshot) - Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for Witch Town & Mind Meld, angst, hurt no comfort, Y/n misreads his feelings, Donnie is a protective father. 

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The science guy. 

That was me.

I “dealt” with things. The “Bill Nye” comments, the teasing, the bantering, the loneliness, the hours of work into every, single, little project I made. I’ve hacked into every camera in NYC. I’ve created sentient machines, reprogrammed a useless movie vehicle to be the best in the world, I would say. Made bombs, robbed and reverse robbed banks, created rockets, bombs, ingenious battle devices, tech-bo, for christs sake! And so! Many! More! But… 

Then, there was you.

Perfect, in absolutely every way. Mystic, science, physics, hell — you even beat me in banter, leaving me speechless nearly every time. And you rubbed it in my face. You were the Hamilton to my Aaron Burr. It didn’t help that you checked off all my boxes, Cute and mean, that was my type, and I wanted to bond with you, a fellow scientist who I didn’t have to dumb down my talk for, someone I could be myself around! but you… you made yourself impossible to tolerate. I admit I didn’t take it well, when I realized…

You were everything I wanted to be. 

“Awww, is this Shelldon?” You scratched behind one of his many ears, making him trill in delight. “Ahhahawww thanks, dude! Yeah that’a me.” He responded, leaning into your touch. “He’s cute! What coolant do you take, buddy?” You asked, talking down to him like a child, the exact way Sheldon had always reprimanded me for. 

“Donnie’s experimenting with different types,” Yes I am, “He’s trying Castrol Radicool Premix right now, it’s been doing good so far.” Thank you. 

As expected, you inhale sharply through your teeth, making my attention pique from what I was trying to distract myself with. “Donnie really doesn’t take care of you, huh?”

…

What?

Me? 

I don’t take care of Shelldon?

“Uhhh… I don’t know if that’s—“ I can’t bring myself to let him finish, already standing from my gaming chair. I turned on my heel, fury in my eyes as I rolled the seat out of the way, “Excuse me?”

You chuckled, and felt my blood boil, “Awh, Donnie, you’re blushing! Embarrassed?” 

“Infuriated.” I answered. 

“Oh come off it, I simply think you should try Ethylene Glycol, it would be so much better for winter.” I grit my teeth, every word from your sicky-sweet voice made my skin crawl. I would have attacked you right then and there if I didn’t know you had better tech. Hah, better tech… better than me? ME of all people? No. 

I furrow my brows, “That was next on my list..” I seethe, feeling my nerves spike as you poked my shoulder. I hated when you did that, it made my face go red and my palms sweat. Curse this irony, it was like smiling at a joke from a person you’re mad at. It’s frustrating, but involuntary. 

“C’mon, we both know you’re not really mad, you’re just frustrated cuz you like me. Look at that blushing nose~!” I felt my voice catch in my throat as you leaned into my face, wanting nothing more than to push you away already. My body was experiencing a freeze response, and I couldn’t even bring myself to push you, it was as if my bones were made of high-grade titanium, the same as my tech. 

I clenched my fists, feeling a bit of my confidence return as Shelldon flew to my side. “I thought I was supposed to be the narcissist…” I hissed, feeling my face redden with anger. I’ve never hated anyone more. 

Your face turns confused, but I can’t bring myself to realize you might have misunderstood my feelings, “You think you’re so great, don’t you?” Shelldon cowers, I know he hates when I raise my voice, so I lower to a furious whisper, “You think you can just waltz into my lab, my life, and tell me how to run things?” My nails dig into my palm, I resist the urge to threaten you, knowing your body would never be found beneath my hands. 

“You think you’re the science guy, don’t you? Think you can correct everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve and just take my place!?” Make me worthless? Be the purple sibling? What next, re-wiring my systems? Taking scraps and making a dark matter accelerator? Drawing on eyebrows to a cheap version of my bandana!?

Your eyebrows knit, “woah, woah, Dondon, I didn’t mean—“ “Don’t fucking call me that!!” I seethe, feeling tears prick at my eyes, I hate how emotional I am when I’m angry, but I’m too deep in now. Some weak, soft shelled part of my heart is telling me to apologize, but I’ve always, always acted with my head. It’s telling me you’re a threat. And you are… aren’t you? 

“I’m not a child!” I can feel my heartbeat, eyes wide and I take a deep breath to lower my voice. “And Y’know what, I think I finally found something I’m better at.” I fold my arms, watching a frown finally form on your face. 

“Really?” You glared, matching my stiff body language.

“Yeah.” I huff, “Reading the room.” 

“You? Read a room?” You scoffed, seeming just as offended, but I didn’t mind. “Ever think maybe, I did all these things — not to take your place, but to impress you?” 

“Oh, you made an impression. Alright.” You… wanted to impress me? I turned my back to you, a small voice telling me that maybe, just maybe, I.. wasn’t acting with my head.. “A bad one.” Why am I so defensive? Why did all this get to me? Shelldon was uncomfortable, I was uncomfortable, hell, I bet my brothers could hear this! They’re probably uncomfortable! why couldn’t I be the bigger turtle and just move on?

“Just… leave..” I waved at the air, sinking into my seat with a little regret. Why was it, that around you, I was never enough? That I was just the small, weak soft shell who couldn’t play rough with his brothers? Who broke his glasses? Who practically wore a pillowcase for protection?

Why couldn’t I be cool for you? Why was I talked down to? I’ve accomplished so many things, why is it that nobody can ever look at me in awe!? Why am I always admiring someone else, and never being admired?

“…” the tension in the room began to dissipate, and I listened with baited breath as you closed the curtain behind you. I let out the sigh, and I hear Shelldon round the corner, landing his head on mine, “Well, that could’ve gone better…” he muttered, and I feel something strange as I look down at my workbench— grief? Guilt? Whatever it is, it stuck, no matter how badly I didn’t want to admit it.

“Yeah..” I mutter, twirling my screwdriver, “Yeah it could’ve.” 

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A/N: I feel like this might be a lil OOC, am I the only one who gets that vibe?? Idk I’m not really feeling this one, lmk what you guys think 😭 I guarantee another writer could best me at this prompt, and I offer it up to anyone interested! Hope this was ok, anon, really hope I didn’t wreck your day.  —

[paradoxbeta]

I love your art it's so awesome I want to see your NSH playing the keytar with my NSH because they would probably get along omg you inspire me I've never sent requests like this you're so cool

we have reasons to believe the levels of "radicool" in this room are off the fucking charts

(thank you so much for the kind words!!)

[diaryofasugarfiend]

Last night, I had a dream that there was a sbemail about radicool edgy 90s comics. Strong Bad was unsurprisingly a fan of Mcfarlane and Liefeld and described the muscleman art style as "the body is human meat strung together by dental floss rather than human meat strung together by human meat". He then made his own character called The The Cheatman which looked like a leopard drawn by a furry muscle fetishist. When The Cheat questioned what he was doing he said "No, I am not drawing a neko-boy! Shut up!"

[soup-mother]

we've somehow made military/veteran worship a radicool progressive thing for ppl on Tumblr who think being pagan is the real punk and the more "nuanced" a conversation is the less you have to acknowledge imperialism, we're never escaping this bullshit.

[tchaikovskaya]

Also like. re: the memeification of 9/11… altho yes I certainly agree it is in large part a radicool edgelord reaction to 2 decades of american autofellatory “patriotism” centered around this one event, I think it’s a mistake to understate the resentment of younger millennials and zoomers, who were either not born yet or too young to truly understand it for it to have made any emotional impact, who have grown up in a world that looks absolutely nothing like it did at 08:30 on 09/11/2001. And that massive shift was really not the doing of the terrorists…. 🙃

[jellazticious]

I just want to thank you for being a fellow appreciator of the living pepper art guys, they're so underrated

They're so radicools

[invader-kane]

Present for both @soullspirit & @invader-kane

[glitchedsins]

I cant wait to actually be a real ghoul in Fallout 76 instead of my corney radicool build and ugly customization.

i'd also like to make a gang called deathclaw ghoulies. >:

[radicalkirbyfan]

hi timmy do you think you psychically link up with another universes version of you i have a puzzle and tbh the whimsical contraptions are proving to be too good. im worried i might not find all the clues. and i dont want to be dire but my fate does not look good if i dont. i might as well..... no. i shant say. but like if you could or answer some other questions that would be great thanks <3

LOng.time no see my friend howdy

psychic links ... that is a really good question. to be completely honest with you i havent really given.Other timelines a lot of thought after everything... thats mostly Kids thing, you know? id offer to ask for you but.shes been working something for a while now and the last thing i want to do is interrupt her when its so Close to happening

my own guess about psychic Links? i would like.to think that there is some sort of consistency. the universe is big and Open but there has be some Sort of consistent thing.like interests or names or motifs. otherwise how would we know that we're the same person? if we didn[t have those universal constants Everyone could be.....anyone i guess. so i would guess maybe we are linked in that way?

but outside of that i dont really have any other connection. my powers only go as far as this universe. tats really interesting that you can connect to ti though

goodluck with your puzzle! stay radicool dudette. you can do it B)

[extremegorse]

your description is radicool

aweshuecks!!!

[loving-n0t-heyting]

The rightoid freeze peach crusade reminds me structurally of a lot of socjus/lib/radicool rhetoric about the embattled persecution of [minority]

Enormous rhetorical resources are deployed to portray the recent wave of unrelenting and vicious threats from “woke dogma” to freeze peach… alongside a minimal (to the point of entirely implicit) defense of the anti-censorship credentials of the decriers. And this lopsided distribution is replete with benefits: the “sole assault on free expression” in fact has some basis in reality, meaning you don’t need to do much creative work to make it look scary; it deftly averts attention from the possibility of any other attitude towards the culture war besides Their Woke Hordes and Our Enlightened Citizenry; and, most crucially, it does not require you to actually offer much in reality, bc fear smooths over whatever quibbles with yr programme that concrete evidence cannot. Hence these programmes’ superficiality, frequent counterproductiveness, and high ratio of culture war buzzword signalling bs to actual measures against institutional/govt censorship

Note the canny resemblance! Bc for the last four or five yrs i have also been subjected to a complementing round of unceasing paranoia-mongering about the oppressed plight of various minorities accompanied by totally anodyne superficial commitments by the political and subcultural communities chiefly propagating the panic that they offer the minorities in question anything better. And when you can point to this, the argumentum ad amygdalam is always there at hand to tidy up such pedantic concerns. And now, I suppose, with the rightoids attentively replicating these successes for white straight cis abled etc males, there is no demographic slice of the population however narrow without any such grifters pandering to them. The last frontier of the identitarian panic market

[honeyblockm]

RIS ch2 is very much so. peculiar. in how it switches between using Big Words and Poetic Verse and uhh. "radicool". you seeing this shit

A fountain stood at the top of the hill they were currently escalating. It shimmered like the essence of fairies, and glimmered under the silvery full moon. Microscopic droplets scattered in the wind, creating a cool mist across the sun abandoned land. The loch was shockingly transparent, revealing the ocean of copper pennies and metallic coins gathered at the bottom of its resevoir.

"So like...", Baddy began. "Do I just pick you up, or...?". "Sure". "K".