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I Love It When You Look My Way

April O'Neil(ROtTMNT) x Reader drabble 💛

There was a rare calm present in April’s apartment building. You took note of this, as you both made your way hand-in-hand to her unit. The contact and quiet did nothing to quell your growing nervousness.

“I don’t know about this, babe…” you admitted in a bit of a whisper as you tightened your hold on her hand. She huffed out a laugh, looking over at you. The hand not holding hers held flowers, already in a slim vase and just needing water. You were visibly growing more nervous.

You hoped the cumulating sweat from your hands didn’t stay on the vase when you set it inside.

“Oh c’mon, _____. We've fight literal villains and you don't break a sweat. This is just my mom. She won’t bite.” April said with a warm smile.

You whipped your head to look at her full-on, narrowing your eyes slightly. “You said that way back when I met the guys too, but Donnie was definitely thinking about it.”

April just laughed, and started to unlock the apartment with her free hand. “You’re gonna be just fine, _____. She’ll love you… since I know I do.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm, and you were certain that she intended for that to calm your nerves. Given the circumstances, though, it only ratcheted them up to full tension. You were finally meeting your girlfriend’s mom. Someone of whom you’ve somehow not met yet, as she usually was at work when you were over. April’s father you had been able to meet almost immediately, but her mom? 

You had to make her like you.

Sucking in a breath, you held it before sharply exhaling as April opened the door.

The apartment, as always, was just so homey and welcoming. You felt a very slight bit of tension leave as the scent of freshly baked bread washes over the two of you. Your are about to move to come in and make a comment, before that is lost to the void as April loudly announces her arrival to the apartment.

"Mom! I'm home!" 

You winced slightly at the sudden volume.

“Hi honey! Give me a second, I’m finishing the laundry.” came the response from deeper inside.

You froze in the doorway after her mom replied, April having to pull you into the apartment enough so that she can close the door.

“______, seriously. Chillax.” April murmurs as she drops your hand to lock the door.

You don’t.

In fact you do the opposite, as you stiffly stand where she had left you just inside the door. April has to slightly maneuver around you as she removes her jacket and hangs it up. Your eyes were fixed on the doorway of the master bedroom door where her mother would emerge any moment. You knew you had to look less stressed otherwise she make make note and be suspicious of you and not like her like you needed her to-

Before you could spiral any further, or April had a chance to try and continue to reassure you, her mom stepped around the corner and locked eyes with you.

There was slight confusion that appeared on her face, before she glanced between you and April. She then settled into a small smile and… a smirk as she looked at April expectantly.

“Hi, honey. Who’s this?” she asked slyly. Oh, definitely a smirk, the glint in her eye as she slides her gaze over to you tells you she knows exactly who you are. Now you know where April got that look from.

You eyed April as she steps forward to introduce the two of you.

“______, this is my mom. Mom, this is _____,” April says as she takes the vase from your hand so you can offer a handshake to her mom.

“Uh- hello Mrs. O’Neil. Nice to finally meet you. I brought you lilies, your husband mentioned at one point theyre your favourite.” 

Despite a small overexplanation, you were proud you kept your voice even.

She smiled at this, taking your hand and instead pulling you into a quick welcoming hug.

Before you could worry about fully returning it or not, she stepped away as to not make you uncomfortable.

“Just call me Carol, hon. I take it youre the same _____ that’s been dating and keeping my daughter from getting into too much trouble?” she says, a warm smile replacing the slight smirk.

You clear your throat, and fight the urge to scratch the back of your head, “Uh-uh yes ma’am. Or, try to at least,” you joke.

At this she laughs, and gestures you to go sit down as she moves further into the kitchen. “Go on, make yourself comfortable. I think the bread is almost cooled off enough to eat.

With this, she went further into the unknown, and you went to sit on the couch with April.

As soon as April took her spot next to you, you found her hand and gripped it tight as you looked at her with wide eyes. “Hey, April. Babycakes, honeybunches, love of my life… Why does it feel like your mom didn’t know I was coming over today?” you said, tight smile fixed on your face.

April laughed a haltingly awkward laugh as she avoided eye contact and used her other hand to sheepishly scratch her cheek.

“I… may have forgotten to let her know?” she tries in a slightly higher octave than she normally speaks. 

You lean close to her, not far away from her face as you kept the smile on and fixed her with wide eyes boring into the side of her face. A strangled whine was barely audible from the back of your throat as you did. 

April… you loved her to death but she was one day going to cause exactly that for you.

Your flustered and slowly becoming unhinged state made her laugh. It was her usual carefree and light laughter that never failed to make your skin buzz pleasantly and insides become warm. You felt your face relax against your will, and you loosened your grip on her hand as well.

Sighing, you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before you sat back to rest in your original position.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you murmured.

Whatever April was going to respond with was interrupted by Carol- there was no way you’d ever call her that- appearing with a basket of freshly baked and cut bread. Smelled of rosemary, and you felt your heart grow light at the clear love put into making it.

She offered you both the bread, and you each took a piece with your free hand and gratitude on your face. She sat the basket on the coffee table in front of the couch, before sitting on the otherside of you from April.

She patted your leg, “So. _____. How’d you meet April?”.

A scene of a rather dramatic villain fight flit across your minds eye, and you looked over to your girlfriend in question as to tell the full story. She just stared back.

Great, helpful.

You sighed.

This was going to be an interesting day.

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A/N: first drabble posted! This is the definition of "oops my hand slipped." I wanted something cute for April, she needs more love.

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LGBTQ+ folk what was your gender/sexuality pipeline?

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does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

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pictures taken 20 years apart that are LETHAL

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historians aren't quite sure. Albert Einstein's last words were "rpf is fine" and we've been searching ever since

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drawing ladynoir to heal my soul

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After 146 days, the Writer's Strike has ended with a resounding success. Throughout constant attempts by the studios to threaten, gaslight, and otherwise divide the WGA, union members stood strong and kept fast in their demands. The result is a historic win guaranteeing not only pay increases and residual guarantees, but some of the first serious restrictions on the use of AI in a major industry.

This win is going to have a ripple effect not only throughout Hollywood but in all industries threatened by AI and wage reduction. Studio executives tried to insist that job replacement through AI is inevitable and wage increases for staff members is not financially viable. By refusing to give in for almost five long months, the writer's showed all of the US and frankly the world that that isn't true.

Organizing works. Unions work. Collective bargaining how we bring about a better future for ourselves and the next generation, and the WGA proved that today. Congratulations, Writer's Guild of America. #WGAstrong!!!

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[cj-the-random-artist]

Is this my best comic ever?? Nope. Do I think I characterized either of these two particularly well in this comic?? Not really. Did I spend an unreasonable amount of time on it to the point that it would be a waste to not post it?? Yes, yes I did.

I really committed to this one, spent a lot of time on those backgrounds and treated myself to ample suffering with the perspective, which is not my strong suit but I am happy with how it ultimately looks. Yay perspective and background practice!!

(Tbh I shouldn't talk like I think this one sucks, I think I've just been staring at it for so long that my brain has decided it's not good and it's actually way better than I think it is, and honestly I am quite happy with it. The artistic process really is something, isn't it?)

The inspiration was basically me reminding... myself... to take breaks sometimes... by drawing for several hour stints during my only little bits of free time. Which totally tracks. Probably. But I've been rolling around in my brain this idea that Lambert is a very uptight people pleaser and anxious workaholic, but Narinder, at least since adjusting himself to the circumstances (which probably took at least a century, maybe two) has discovered the joys of self care, and has made an active effort to chill tf out. This has not made him any less terrifying to the cultists (save for Lambert's closest disciples), nor has it made him friendlier to really anyone but Lambert (and maybe his siblings), but he sure has found some serious peace of mind. That said, I can't place what his motivations are here. Perhaps he is secretly concerned about Lambert's sanity, because he doesn't want them to turn into what he was, or maybe he's just trying to steal away some quality time with his one and only friend, but regardless of the reason, I spent too much time on this for nobody to see it, dang it.

That said. Enjoy this silly little comic that I spent way too much time on, and I hope this silly comic brings you some joy today.