#wabby wabby~

[muckyschmuck]

lightpad ,struggling with the light pad

[tmntaucompetition]

I know, vaguely, that Like Father Like Son was kept out of the brackets for fear of overwhelming them. But I am curious what a pin-up of Cass’ apocalypse séries (which seems to take tumblr by storm) versus LFLS (the edgy have to read fandom piece) might be like….

Perhaps, a bonus round?

Actually, fun fact, LFLS was never submitted. Not even once, it even shocked me. If I did actually did take a contender out of the comp it would be Cass' Apoc Series, because as shown it did overwhelm the comp but hey I was trying to be fair lol!

But that would be interesting.

[its-wabby-stuff]

So, emperyum is neat.

But what exactly is it?

I have a theory.

Perhaps it’s stating the obvious, but it seems that emperyum is, to put it plainly, krang blood. Expired krang goo? Something like that.

Now we know that Draxum used emperyum to create the turtles and the oozesquitos that create mutants (or maybe we don’t know that, was that stated in the series? I can’t remember). Also should be noted that emperyum can be used to take someone’s mystics, which is what Krang Prime does in the movie.

So, if the turtles were created using krang blood, that would explain their strength, especially against the likes of the krang. But if the krang blood has mutating like abilities, is it possible, the “fountain” of emperyum in the hidden city is what second handedly, created the Yokai as a whole?

The Krang wouldn’t be directly responsible for this, giving them no real connection in terms of hive mind, but does seem to fit under their umbrella of abilities.

But it would mean that the boys, and all those mutated, would technically be considered Yokai. Even Splinter. Doesn’t change the dynamics between that of humans, Yokai, and mutants seeing as that history may have been lost but it is interesting to think about.

Side line: is it ever explicitly said that Todd is a mutant? Could he have just been a Yokai all along? It would explain why his payments were behind, and why he lived in the woods.

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More theories: The Shredder; Krang Will Rise

[whiteartblood]

Pics of me cause why not?

[supermaks]

RB19 isn’t even that fast, not even the most dominant, if talking about the car itself. As a package, it’s great, adaptable to various tracks (except Singapore high floor stinker), but even by winning by 30+ seconds, it’s not that huge of a gap if comparing to any dominance. It would be interesting to see the full potential of RB19 until it’s nerfed

I c where ur coming from but like I dont really c the point of comparing rb19 'dominance' wid any other 'dominant' car in f1. ur taking machines built under like literally polar opposite philosophies and regulated in different ways. 2022 regs were always gonna result in a smaller delta to the next car and closer qualifying. But like without doubt imo rb18 and obvi big bro rb19 have been THEE pinnacle of the ground effect era so far. Theres no other machine on the current grid that is as effective on a sunday and allows for a driver like Max to win constructors on his own regardless of how that machine in particular wud fare against a commercial airplane from the hybrid era

[thesillyestwilly]

I know where you live

Stop I just want to read Abt hot men 😡

[declinlalune]

Stabby Wabbies || Andy & Zane

TIMING: current. LOCATION: downtown. PARTIES: @rn-zane & @declinlalune SUMMARY: zane is helping an injured civilian and asks andy for help. CONTENT WARNINGS: none.

The ER was rough these days, especially with all the displaced people coming in cold or hurt after spending the night outside with nowhere else to go. Not to mention those who were simply having a breakdown because a loved one was currently stuck and no one could provide information on whether or not the morbid statues all around town would actually pull through or not. So it was a relief when his shift ended, the cold evening air a blessing. Even returning to the house of doom felt better than staying at the ER longer - at least Zane could cuddle up with Buddy, put on something wholesome and turn off his brain. 

Wishful thinking that the town would let him off that easy. 

Zane would have smelled the blood first hadn’t his nose already been congested with the smell from his shift so nothing prepared him for the stranger who practically stumbled into his arms. Barely catching the man, his tired brain switched back into work mode as he lowered the stranger onto the ground, feeling something warm and wet coat his hands as he did. It wasn’t hard to spot where the blood was coming from, the desperate man clutching at his stomach in vain. Zane replaced the man’s hands with his own, pressing down but leaving him unable to call an ambulance. 

“Hey! Over here, please. We need help,” he shouted, flooding with relief as someone exited a nearby store. Someone he recognized, Zane realized once the person rushed over. “Andy? Hey, hi, I- you need to call an ambulance.”

–

Andy heaved her tote bag over her shoulder, the cans of ravioli and off-brand campbell’s soup knocking against the keys at the bottom of her bag. So maybe she hadn’t planned packing her groceries away quite right, but did she ever? She always forgot her keys at the bottom of her bag, and then later on she’d be shuffling things around and rearranging just to find them. It was a toxic trait, and the carabiner she usually wore through her belt loop was left mangled on a pair of pants at the cabin. 

She continued towards her jeep, looking up absently from her phone as she heard the telltale sound of somebody in need of help. Then it was her name. Andy looked up, confusion splitting across her features. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness easily, and on the ground was a familiar face, hands pressing into the stomach of somebody who was critically injured. She dropped her bag, rushing over. The ravioli and soup were forgotten– she could get them later. 

“What the hell happened?” She scrambled to punch in the number for the ambulance, putting the phone on speaker. Andy dropped to the ground next to Zane, the smell of blood making her stomach turn. It brought her back to that place in the ranger’s cabin, her own hands covered in his blood– but this was not him, this was somebody who needed help. 

The line connected and Andy recited Zane’s plea, explaining to the woman on the other line where they were. “Hurry!” She gasped out, reaching over with her free hand to stabilize the man, palm of her hand pressing into the wound to try and staunch the bleeding. She dropped her phone and looked up at Zane, mouth peeling over with iron. 

“Tell me what I need to do.” 

–

“I don’t know, he just- I don’t know,” Zane explained frantically, eternally grateful that Andy didn’t seem too frazzled to call for help. Knowing that help was on the way made it easier to focus, even with the smell of blood now fully filling his senses. He’d be fine, he was in control, but it definitely made it harder to think clearly. It was a relief when Andy’s hands moved to replace his own, now covered in blood. 

Throwing off his bag, Zane emptied the contents onto the sidewalk, picking out the spare shirt and bundling it together. “Here,” he instructed, working with Andy to place the material over the wound and press down. “Hold it. Tight.” His attention moved further up the man’s body, thankfully not seeing any more injuries as he rubbed his knuckles against the man’s sternum. He was rewarded with a pained groan and heaved a sigh of relief. “Hey, there. Help is on the way, just gotta stay with us for a little bit longer, buddy.” His hands found the man’s face, eyes slowly opening, looking unfocused. 

“Just keep holding that pressure on, okay?” Zane instructed Andy, offering a small smile that hopefully told her she was doing great. Once his attention turned back to the man, he noticed him pawing meekly at his chest and eyebrows furrowed in worry. “Your chest hurts?” He pushed the man’s jacket open further and immediately recoiled, scrambling back where he was kneeling on the asphalt at the sight of the stake that was tucked inside the man’s jacket. 

—

Andy had expected for Zane’s heart to be hammering just as hers was, but the sound of her own heartbeat and the slow, but still there beat of the man’s heart on the ground was the only sound brought to her ears except for a few cars pulling by. None of which seemed mildly interested in helping. Of course. Maybe they thought this was an act; something about the bystander effect. 

It didn’t matter what Zane was, Andy decided. What mattered was that he was helping this person, and it was clear that he knew how to do it. He was a nurse, after all, and those were the backbone of every hospital. That’s what she thought, at least. Andy took the material Zane handed her without question, pressing it down onto the man’s wound. It immediately began to seep up some of the blood. 

Would somebody have done this for the man she had killed if they’d been there? Would Kaden have, if he hadn’t walked out? No, no, Andy thought. He had accepted she killed him, even if he didn’t like it. She swallowed thickly, feeling sweat begin to bead at the back of her neck. Stop it, Andy thought to herself as she held down on the wound, now is not the time. 

Zane was speaking to the victim and Andy pretended those words were for her. They kept her grounded– like some kind of buoy to keep her from sinking too deep into the reality of this situation. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Andy nodded, tilting her head slightly to wipe some of the sweat from her forehead off on the forearm of her flannel. It was cold out, but she felt so warm all of a sudden. The man was motioning towards his chest and Andy looked over, eyebrows knit together as she tried to get a good look at what had sent Zane backwards. “Is that–” It wasn’t hard to place, she realized. She looked over at Zane, mouth opening and then closing. “Is he–?” No, he still had a heartbeat, he was still human. “What the fuck.” She squeezed her eyes closed tightly, seeing stars for a moment before they sprang open with the realization that this could have been a hunter who had his weapon turned back on him. The thought made her want to release the pressure she had on him. But what if that weren’t the case? 

All she could taste was iron, and she could smell it, too. “Zane, ask him what happened. Try and ask him.” 

—-

Not being able to breathe while not actually needing oxygen never got any stranger. Zane knew he both didn’t need to and was physically capable of breathing at this moment but the panic constricting his chest was making it hard to think. A slayer. A hurt slayer that had probably been hurt in a fight. Where was the person he had been fighting? Maybe they were gone. Maybe they were like the vampire he had watched Emilio kill, the one Zane had somehow convinced himself deserved it. Just like for a moment he truly wanted to convince himself this man also did. 

The moment passed and Zane shakily moved back closer, Andy’s words barely registering as he stared into the slayer’s eyes. Finally, he spared a glance at his companion who looked just as shocked as he did. So she did know more than she’d let on during that first meeting, at least enough to be disturbed by the sight of a stake. Swallowing thickly, Zane turned back to the man and quickly reached for the stake, tossing it far down the street where it couldn’t be used for more harm. 

“The person you were after, are they still alive?” Zane demanded, his posture now wary and a far cry from the worry and protection that had come off him in waves before. The slayer was glaring at him, clearly aware of what was keeping him alive at this moment, and hating it. “Are they still alive?” he repeated, teeth gritted. After a beat, the slayer finally nodded. It could have been a lie to save his hide but Zane could tell from the disappointed look in the man’s eyes that his kill had been foiled. 

—

Zane ripped out the stake and blood bloomed across his chest. For a moment, Andy hoped he’d bleed out. The thought was ripped from her as she pictured Emilio on the ground– a hunt gone wrong with somebody– or something that deserved it. It could have been a spawn, or some other kind of beast. It was complicated, feeling the way she felt. She could tell it was complicated for Zane, too, because his expression was not that of a calm and collected individual. 

Andy listened to the slayer, in between his shaky breaths, and she felt her chest burn. Did it matter what the man said now? Would she believe him? Would Zane? Andy lifted her gaze to meet Zane’s before it slipped back over the injured slayer. She still saw a version of Emilio– of a man who had tried to protect somebody but had gotten hurt in the process. Then she saw the ranger. A man who had gone after somebody who was put into this life– into their situation without any say. Andy wasn’t sure what story to believe. 

She pressed down on the wound– enough to keep the pressure, but enough to hurt. It was maybe a little sadistic, but she couldn’t help herself. “Where are they?” The slayer groaned in pain and she pressed down harder. “Where?” The slayer’s hand lamely pointed in the direction from which he’d come. “There,” the man gasped out, that same hand coming to where the stake had been, fingers separating his shirt from the wound in his chest. Andy looked up at Zane and nodded. “Do you– do I check? Do you?” What if this were just some person who’d been attacked for the sake of what they were? 

—-

To Zane’s surprise, Andy’s eyes burned with the same intensity he felt, suspicion and anger rolling off the pair in waves. Had this slayer been reaching for his stake to take care of the vampire attempting to save his life? Was he one of the good ones, or even just one of those that fell somewhere in between, like Emilio? 

Andy took over the questioning which was a relief, head spinning faster in Zane’s head than he could properly deal with. She was hurting him, not too badly but it was there, in the determination on her face. Zane didn’t tell her to stop, which somehow felt worse. Her attention turned to him and there was no getting lost in all the thoughts now - he needed to reply, to make a decision. Off in the distance, he could hear the faint sound of sirens. “I’ll go,” he settled on. If this was something dangerous, he didn’t want to have two bleeding people in his hands. 

“You try anything, she’ll let go and you won’t last twenty seconds,” Zane warned, the words unfamiliar and strange coming from his mouth in that harsh tone. Giving a nod to Andy, he moved slowly towards the corner, trying to catch a scent of anything other than the blood on his hands, which he now realized smelled off. Not for vampires to snack on. Faintly remembering something about some slayers’ blood bringing pain to vampires, grateful that wasn’t the case now. 

Rounding the corner, his eyes focused through the darkness until finally settling on a form that didn’t fit in with the trash bags and cardboard boxes. Something in the shape of a human. “Hey,” Zane said softly, his eyes burning red in the hopes it would help not scare this stranger off. “It’s okay, I’m here to help you.” He took a step closer and stopped immediately as the stranger moved, every muscle preparing for an attack but instead the stranger bolted off, clutching at what looked like a mangled arm. If not for Andy being all alone back there with a slayer who maybe deserved to bleed out, Zane would have followed. Instead, he skulked back to the commotion, blue lights now flashing just a few blocks away. 

“They ran off…”

—-

Zane understood her plea, and Andy looked back down to the slayer beneath her hold. There was a warning left in his wake, too, and she couldn’t help but be grateful that he seemed to understand that, too. 

The time in which it took for Zane to leave and reappear was filled with the slayer’s gurgling breath and the telltale sound of sirens coming down the street. She was glad to at least be rid of him soon enough. She waited for Zane, expression hopeful as he came back into view. 

They ran off. 

That was better than left dead. Andy looked back down at the slayer who now had his hand wrapped around her wrist, probably to ease the pressure she was applying. She pressed harder and he gasped out in pain. There were a lot of questions that Andy wanted to ask– did Zane get a good look at their face, did they look like they’d survive, did they look like they had done something to deserve this? But none of them left her mind. 

“Ma’am?” Andy looked up to see one of the paramedics at her side. She hadn’t even realized they arrived. “We can take it from here.” 

Where her hands once were, were replaced by the woman who was speaking to her, and in a flurry of movement, they had gotten him onto a gurney and into the ambulance. 

“We’ll ask that you remain here, the police will have some questions.” Andy just nodded before looking over at Zane. “Do you think he’ll make it?” She wasn’t sure what she hoped. 

—

So much flashed across Andy’s face and most of it seemed to mirror Zane’s thoughts exactly. His own head was spinning, the scene of paramedics taking over passing like a blur in front of his eyes. Bloody hands hung limp by his side as he offered a curt nod of his own to the paramedic. Andy looked just as struck and all of the ‘whys’ in Zane’s brain spun faster and louder. 

“In my experience, they don’t die easy,” he found himself saying, own voice foreign to his ears, the sharp chill of it. The doors to the ambulance slammed shut and Zane stepped closer to Andy, chest twisting at the sight of a police cruiser rolling up. “I think… we should talk when they let us leave.” 

Whatever Andy was, or knew, it was more than she had let on so far. Even though Zane felt rather confident now that she shared his opinions on slayers, she was definitely smart enough to know that he did, too. Whether she’d fully pieced together the slayer’s reaction to him was unclear but… Well, they were both in need of some answers. Some clean clothes and tea as well. 

[the-teeny-bees-hams]

It's been over a year since I posted so here are some updates:

-Wasabi is actually a boy!

-We celebrated his 1st birthday in January

-He does have a tumor on his testicle but it's benign and doesn't affect him in any way other than giving him an adorable waddle

-The vet diagnosed him as "a little gentleman"

-He is a verified tit muncher

When the banana hits just right

[its-wabby-stuff]

I don’t know why it took me so long to figure out this random connection I have with my own- eventually will be made but for now will stay in my head- beginning of the apocalypse fan fiction.

I was going to tell of how Leo lost his mystics, as well as his arm. But it was going to be this progressive growth between Mikey better understanding and growing his mystics, and Leo losing his. And the longer he was disconnected from it, the more it would disappear until it was gone entirely. His connection to his family, his hopes to reunite in the Hamato ancestry would disappear completely. And losing his brothers meant losing that much more. Meant it was a final goodbye.

Part 4!

You have no idea how excited I am about this part of the story ahahahahdfjgkhkkh

Part 1

[tonnytuntun]

[kylejsugarman]

The princess bride! Also any of the American girl movies lol

never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

i love "the princess bride", im someone who (for reasons i genuinely dont know) really dislikes fantasy and anything fantasy-adjacent but "the princess bride" is just so charming and warm. its a little silly but still witty and sincere in a way that i love and feel doesnt show up in movies much anymore.

also if i had to rank the core four ag movies, it'd definitely go samantha > kit > molly > felicity. i definitely watched molly the most and loved it as a kid, but kit is clearly the better-made film. the samantha movie is a film that i genuinely, actually love, i think its legitimately well-made and really captures the spirit of the books in terms of both the kindness and darkness (i was Terrified of the scene of the little boy's finger getting caught in the machine as a kid). i still cry like a baby at the end of it.

[mithwitch]

Why are you acting like this is a feminism issue. When Taylor swift sells shite music? 😭 that’s what this is about darling. 😂 why is this hot old man got u so pressed!? U think he’d naturally OBSESS over taylor!? 😭😭😭 also wrt little miss plain and tall what exactly makes her music sonically interesting? i dont think you realize the impact she utterly lacks on the global stage :/

oh my god get the fuck over it lol imagine being so triggered that it isn't the 1960s anymore that you make a whole video complaining about an article that is just stating an objective fact, as a grown geriatric man. those 4 overrated wife beating uggos have had over a half century of everyone on the planet licking their feet in worship but the moment some columnist correctly says that taylor is /currently/ bigger than them by most metrics, which ought to be a no brainer since she's actually making music & touring (on account of being ALIVE still, at the peak of her career) & suddenly its flight of the viagra valkyries . you are nothing

[its-wabby-stuff]

Liked your Krang Will Rise post, and I’ve got some Kraang questions. During that dire scene where Kraang gets Leo, Donnie, and Mikey in those black vine things and it seemed to be spreading around them and even in Leo’s case, strangling them. I’m wondering if they were in the brutal process of being “Krangified,” or just slowly drained or killed? I’m not sure, but man it was such an awesome scene when they get their powers back.

Hi! Thanks for the ask!

Someone else asked this in the comments of the Krang Will Rise post, but this gives me a great opportunity to make it a post.

I think the black, possibly dark purple vines like things they were trapped in is a Krang Prime speciality technique, mostly used to hold and torture. A technique specific to Interrogator Krang. It is unlike what Raph was held in earlier in the movie, as that was krang brothers technique.

I think the vines they were in most resemble when Krang Prime interrogated Raphs mind to discover the lair. They are sturdy vines, hard to break out of, but the only real damage it would cause is probably some bruising. Krang Prime was just attempting to stop them, to loss their faith. Keep them away while he desperately tried to keep Raph contained as Krang, but he just couldn’t stop that idiots (being Leo) blabbing.

It is quite possible, that while Raph was krangified, he gained some krang abilities, and the reason all the boys were able to get their mystics back was because Raph gave them back. And the ability disappeared with his escape from Krang. But that’s just a theory.

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[thesillyestwilly]

Whats your favorite color 😝

pink and green 💚🩷

[lostmachil]

LIFE IS OVERWHELMING

TIME FOR A CHAIN OF PET PICTURES SHOW ME YOUR BABIES

Nym and Gravy love each other and they keep me sane

[ohposhers]

i only accept fleek in the form of delusional toxic yaoi featuring psychopath creek (i am obsessed) he is not hurting him he is just grabbing him hes been grabbed hes been big grabboned the big grabby wabby