#The Ninja Turtles are puppies and kittens

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Saw this insta reel. Thought of DM Mikey. https://www.instagram.com/reel/C9PXsdNC7hZ/?igsh=dmNyYmdibHAyZjdx

Absolutely real

Mikey would 100% growl when he smells/hears/senses a newcomer and he would get into fight stance and guard his bros (despite them explaining that they invited the person over) until he sees who it is and then he'll go into "baby kitten" mode and cuddle up with them and beg for head pats etc.

[incorrectbatfam]

Is the correct way of thinking about the batfam as that they're just a bunch of wet cats who all manage to eat from one bowl?

Bruce is a wet cat

Dick is a golden retriever puppy that followed him home

Jason is a bear cub mistaken for a house pet

Tim is a damp kitten

Damian is a yappity purse dog

Duke is a baby ninja turtle

Cullen is a lost pigeon that wandered in

Steph is a horse that smelled food from outside

Cass is a goose

Barbara is a hamster in a plastic ball

Harper is a parrot mocking everyone

Carrie is a squirrel that knows she's not supposed to be here

Kate is a hedgehog

Alfred is an owl that's always watching

Selina is a dry cat that says "I can make him wetter"

And they're all eating from the bird feeder

[huitzilinthebudgie3]

Para Ti Papa : Drabble

La rata ! (The Rat !)

Summary : The Story of La Ratita

*The little Rat*

Y/n sighed as she walked home silently….it was raining yes…it was gloomy …yes but , her Dad/Dads had trusted her to get home safely and grab dinner from the place down the road down from the apartment. She was excited and slightly having a shitty day … and Steven knowing of this hard day had sent her down the road to grab said food while he changed from work …but twas the world as Steven had encouraged . You made the most of any situation…because it is what it is. Which was her motto but Steven tried to slightly change to something about melons. 

Ok…maybe not melons…but that's besides the point !! And she was getting off topic.

Y/n was walking home with her dinner !! 

On her own !!! 

She was in secondary school and she knew it was probably lame at 15 for her to be doing something of this caliber on her own for the first time. But hey , you gotta start somewhere ! Maybe she could convince them she could handle walking to the station on her own in the morning !! ….Yeah…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..she was lame and a baby …..…………………………….

…………………………………………………

……Anyways , she was currently on her way home. Food in hand and listening to music as she walked home. The food was delicious in her opinion , she loved it as the flavor was making her drool at the moment ………and she noticed a box on the side of the sidewalk. Her umbrella held over her head as she bent down and noticed a lump moving in the old wet box. There were blankets and food in the soaking box as she tilted her head setting her food down , she was in the alleyway beside the apartment as she squatted down to examine said fluff ball as it sniffed her food. Before looking at her with the cutest puppy dog eyes as she glanced away “I can’t take you home !! Marc will be mad and he’ll make Jake take you on the ride of no return” she said knowing the story of her ‘ninja turtles’ that had been won from a local friend's house…

And a kitten that even Steven had been sad about ,but agreed that she was deathly allergic too. Puppies she’d yet to have and she knew Marc's argument as she’d tried numerous times asking for a pet and had ended up without one. Her birthday wish for the past handful of years had been a puppy and she paused curiously at the small fluff ball as it licked her fingers…it’s stubby little legs unable to let him to out of the box as she sighed setting her food down to let the fluff ball into her jacket to smuggle it in and into her room. 

Maybe she could smuggle it in and give it to a friend…or even ask Jake to rehome it without Marc’s involvement. 

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆*20 minutes later*⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

“Y/n love, why are you whimpering? ” a knowing steven asked as she glanced away “No reason , Dad ... .just uhh…a bit sad today. Had a rough day ya know ?” she said, biting back a giggle as the puppy licked her fingers of her food as Steven quirked a brow “You're a step away from giggling , darling” she shrugged “Feeling weird today “ she giggled as Steven hummed “Why are you wearing your Mac ?” she quirked a brow “I’m not wearing …a what ?” she asked, playing it off as another ‘slang’ she didn’t understand “I’m not wearing Marc's jacket” she sighed dramatically . Steven hummed and let it be as they continued on as she went to her room after dinner after washing her dishes .

“Going to my room !” she called as Steven quirked a brow “Your homework ?” she sighed “I finished it in class !” she smiled as Steven quirked a brow and she sighed noting his glasses were on as she handed over her homework… her math homework was partly done..English , Language and Sciences were done. As Steven went read over her history homework before humming “Your Grades ? “ she sighed, handing him the grade check that happened nearly weekly due to her own academic set-backs “There on honor-roll track , and you checked them last week ! "She sighed “Can I go please ?” Steven frowned “Eager , hmm ? You're not gonna watch some telly with you old man ?” she hummed “Later?” she asked softly “I wanna draw” she smiled using it as Steven sighed “Sure , i’ll see you later.” she smiled running off to her room. 

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 

Y/n jumped when the door opened as she squealed covering the fluff ball with her blanket as Marc tsked “Whatcha hiding kiddo ?” she blinked at that “Whatcha mean , brosky ? I’m not hiding anything” she smiled widely as she covered the lump mostly with her plushies as the pup blended in and didn’t move as Marc sat on edge of her bed “I know your getting older , and boy-” she squealed at that throwing a pillow at Marc …who was unimpressed “NO!! That’s not -NOOOOOOOOO!!!” she squealed loudly “BOYS are gross !!” she blushed deeply “Y/n, baby. That’s not always gonna be the case-” he sighed “Your getting older and-” she glared at his face “NO ! EWWWWWW Dad !! NO !! “ She repeated “Like you say ! School before Boys !” he hummed at that “Damn straight ! But , just-” she glared “No ! Dad ! Just because your mind is always on ladies doesn’t mean i’m always thinking about boys !” she gagged, chuckling at Marc’s blush. “Baby girl , no…I-'' he sighed “Teenagers” he sighed.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ *a few days later*⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎ

Y/n was fully asleep when she was stirred by a smirking Jake “You tricked them good , huh ?” she yawned “I didn’t trick’em..” she mumbled sleepily as Jake snorted “You have a puppy in the apartment “ she sighed “Yeah , can you help me rehome him ? Before Bro finds out or Dad ?” Jake frowned at that  “Wait…Marc is Bro…or ?” Y/n sighed “Marc is Bro or bubs, Steven is Dad or pops , and you usually are Papa or ?” Jake sighed “Apa” he chuckled “I still don’t understand , why Marc is so …” he sighed, interrupting himself as Y/n shrugged “Can you help me ?” Jake sighed “Where is it ?” Y/n picked up the puppy and handed it to Jake as the small creature yipped softly nuzzling up to him “Where’d you find him ?” y/n sighed “On the way home from getting dinner…uhhmm, i know Marc won’t let me go again if he finds out i brought home a stray” she said anxiously “And it’s not steven’s fault , i found him on the way home. I felt bad… he was in a box with soaking blankets and soggy food…” she frowned softly “and he was so wet…and happy to see me” she said softly “I figured if anything my friends could help me find him a home…but their parents said no” she sighed.

Jake frowned “Hmm…and you aren’t gonna ask Marc if you can keep it ?” she glanced away “Thought about it…but , i don’t want us to get kicked out” she sighed softly “So can you help ? I used my allowance for a little bit of kibbles and puppy pads that can go with him ” she explained handing him said things as Jake sighed “The things i do for you , kiddo” he huffed as she smiled softly “I love you , apa” she said kissing his cheek as he chuckled hugging her and kissing his forehead “I love you too , mamasita” he sighed picking up the puppy “But , you should talk to Marc and Steven about this puppy thing” she quirked a brow as she yawned sleepily “Mkay , night. Papa” she said, snuggling into bed.

“Goodnight ,mi Princesa” he said, tucking her into bed. 

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆A few weeks later ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗⋆⁺₊⋆ 

Flora yawned softly, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she grumpily started her day. She walked into the kitchen where Marc ..strange..but not uncommon as it was Steven's day to walk her to the bus. She yawned sleepily as she walked over to sneak some of Marcs caffeine…she grabbed some by the petro station by her school but sometimes Marc would let her get away with it.

Today was not a day as he took the mug "You have to get taller than me kid" she sighed deeply "But ! It's in my jeans!" She sighed…luckily today she was wearing jeans and had prewritten 'coffee' in them for this exact argument as Larc blinked "Who-Don't write on you uniform" he sighed "I won't if you guys let me have coffee !"she whined.

Marc quirked a brow "Steven's said no" she sighed…she knew she could munipulate Marc into doing what she wanted…if she truly wanted to….but she wasn't feeling it …and she'd feel bad when Steven saw her later with his 'disappointment' face. And because she knew it affected them both negatively when she did things like that. Because when she was a child , there had been an incident with Marc not wanting to deal with her for reasons not to be discussed at the moment. And Jake and Steven were resting at the time…and for sake of quickness. It may or may not have had to do with who her father' despite them all sharing the same dna…

But that was a conversation for another time as she pouted before a familiar yip and small ball of fluff flooded her vision as she blinked “Uhh ….bubs…uhhh” Marc sighed deeply before a smug smirk found itself on her father’s face “Jake told us everything , and-”Flora interrupted him “Pinche rata (fucking rat)” she murmured as Marc quirked a brow “He says he did ya favor kiddo. You can keep it , but there are rules” he said sternly as she hummed…trying to hide the excitement on her face. 

“Rules ?” she hummed quirking a brow curiously “EN SERIO !!?” he hummed as she squealed hugging him closely as he blinked “Just don’t let it shit everywhere or piss everywhere it’s a boy !” he huffed noticing that it wasn’t said puppy but a much dorkier dog with large bat ears and fawn colored fur as it panted “He’s trained somewhat…friend said he’s protector trained…so afterschool” she zoned out not having a care in the world as she glared “Where’s the other one ?” Marc sighed “This one we can keep…the other one was a fox babe” she huffed “Pin-” a quirked brow “Damn laws” she smiled sheepishly foreigning innocence “Mhmm…now get ready for school. “ she yawned picking up the 5 months old german shepard up like a baby as it happily licked her face panting as she did so…as Marc pondered weather he mentally prepared for the chaos his child would unleash with a trained guard dog…..well that’s a story for next time…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….and Jake felt bad a week later that Marc had lied and got her back the damn rat that had pissed on Marc's favorite shoes and chewed up his favorite cap.

[doodleloverz]

My own speculations:

1. In order to build a strong healthy relationship with your family, it’s highly unlikely there aren’t rough patches you’ve been through with them that you worked through together despite your disagreements and hurt. And being that the whole Hamato family has a wonderfully tight knit relationship with all squabbles being not nearly enough to sway their honest love for one another at only 16 already, I think bigger fights prior were very likely. Splinter I was more neglectful than anything for certain, but I do remember the writers of the show in a Twitter QnA mentioning Raph and Mikey in particular once being close but not as much now, hence why they don’t have a duo episode in the current canceled version of the show. But in another one said Mikey and Raph are each other’s favorite brother. So this theory is what if they rough housed a lot as tots, had a rough moment where they had to learn better boundaries, before mending their relationship once more! This theory relies on Mikey’s shell being tougher than Raph’s or Raph even as a tot having a lot of self control with beating up his littlest brother though lol.

2. That idea of him sneaking up to the surface, now that’s interesting! How did he come to have such good leadership skills and sense of danger and a deep rooted fear for his family’s safety? Sure Splinter was neglectful but the idea of all four of his sons at such a young age having the teamwork to all sneak out and all even want to seems unlikely to me. Raph on his own with the mindset of ‘I’m the oldest! I know what I’m doing, I’ll just go scout ahead and tell the littler guys all about it!” however… that seems possible. I’m sure he went out on his own plenty before Splinter caught on and banned him from doing so, but what did he encounter during that time? Apparently enough to leave him with injuries even his tough skin and shell can’t handle, but not enough at first for it to be passed off as more than clumsiness by the others.

3: I think his spikes are also likely, I’ve never owned a kitten or a puppy but I imagine they can injure themselves while they learn how their sharp bits work and all yeah? I imagine it’s likely he was like that as well but maybe it took him longer since he was a more fighting spirit kiddo and also was training martial arts skills, learning how to wield a weapon while your own body has little blades of it’s own might be a bit tricky lol

4. As a bad habit like picking at acne or something like shaving and accidentally nicking yourself, maybe he clipped or shaved down the spiky bits on his skin and learned over time how to do it in a way that didn’t go poorly as much? Hmm

Hi my name is James and I think a normal amount about my son who is a mutant ninja turtle

I think these turtles are actually driving me insane. 

Was zoning out around midday and had this massive realization which I then frantically wrote down to post later. This is probably pretty obvious and a nothing burger of a post but I’d like to mention it regardless. (For the speculation)

Raphs design has some bandages scattered throughout his body, which yknow pretty in character as he just takes hits 24/7, but looking at his turtle tot design, I start to wonder some things… 

Like dude is COVERED in bandaids. Why? We dont know. Which is the problem. Assuming they arnt doing missions yet (as they are children) we would have to assume a few options as none of his brothers, even Donnie seen to be clumsy as a child, (with no battleshell yet) has no bandaid necessary related injures:

He goes up to the surface by himself and things occur up there 

He is also clumsy or trains himself so much he gets hurt constantly 

Splinter (I think you can assume, although I do not think he is abusive in this way, rather instead being somewhat physically and emotional neglectful)

Probably less likely, but he just finds them cool and likes wearing bandages

He is a snapping turtle, so he might accidentally hurt himself from his own spikes?

Probably less worrying reasons but the speculation is interesting 

He also seems to supposedly have a permanent wound on his plastron (covered from a bandaids even in his turtle tot days) Wonder what that is as well. As we never got an explanation for it.  

* (Assuming his wrappings are related to his love of fighting rather than unrelated injuries) Im more-so referring to the random abundance of bandages he is seen wearing throughout the show

Unrelated side note: They literally only have one bed as children as seen in the ‘Turtle Tots’ short on YT and that makes me feel not good things.

Also, even though Raph does like fighting, why is he the one covered in supposed wounds, who is he fighting except his brothers and occasionally his father? I know Raph himself would NEVER be aggressive towards his siblings or dad, but does that imply that they in turn fight him so aggressively that even as a snapping turtle he gets hurt enough to need bandaids?

Just a thought I’m TOTALLY looking way to much into.

[fooforevermore]

My tumblr log in pages for the week of Jun 4-7, 2018.

[meltiverse]

03-E Mel’s Profile

Remember that “same as 00” is referring to the Mel from the “Prime Universe”

Universe: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Note: Can you tell I’m in a RotTMNT mood right now? Anyways, while they share a few traits with the Mel from 03-D, this Mel is still different enough to get their own profile.

General infos

Full Name: Melinda Delacroix

Nickname: Mel (by everyone), Flower Witch (by Donnie, Leo, Raph and Mikey), Babe, Kitten, Sweet Pea, Doll (by Vinny Jones a.k.a. Repo Mantis (that’s my headcanon name for him until his real name is revealed))

Nationality: French

Languages: French, English and Latin

Birthday: Unknown. Being a witch, this Mel lived for many years and eventually forgot their birthday and their exact age. They look like they’re in their late-20s

Sex: Female

Gender: Genderqueer, they do not feel the need to elaborate more than that.

Pronouns: They/them, she/her

Sexual/romantic orientation: Queer, again, they do not feel the need to elaborate more than that

Physical Appearance

Height: Same as 00

Weight: Same as 00

Body shape: Same as 00

Skin: Similar to 00, but this Mel doesn’t have a scar on their throat and their earlobes are still pierced. They also have a paw-print tattoo on the left side of their chest, above the breast and a tattoo of a thorny vine blooming into small colorful flowers around their right bicep.

Hair: Same as 00

Eyes: Same as 00

Clothing style: Glasses, rectangular, dark green half-frames. Most of the time, they go for comfortable clothes, but will go for robes and witch’s hat from time to time, when they don’t have to hide the fact that they are a witch. They tend to favor all shades of green and purple and well as black and white.

 Personality

Qualities: Polite, caring with animals, good sense of humor, smart, quick thinker, open-minded, sweet.

Defaults: Rather shy at first, tendency to overwork themselves, bottle up emotions, a bit of a Stepford smiler.

Abilities: Thanks to their sweet demeanor, they tend to befriend people rather easily. Various magic powers but specialize in green magic, a.k.a. the ability to control plants and make them grow, including plants with magical properties. However, Mel can’t create plants from nothing, and as such will always carry a bag containing a bowl with lid filled with soil and many small bags of seeds, in case they need them and there isn’t any where they go. Also, most animals tend to like and trust Mel.

Hobbies: Reading fantasy books and books about nature (plants, animals, etc). Watching TV. Shows about science and nature. Listening to music. Volunteering at rescue shelters and TNR (Trap-Neuter-Return) programs. Spending quality time with their lover.

Favorite colors: Green and purple

Favorite animals: All of them, they can’t choose a favorite!

Fears: Outliving everyone they care about.

Life

Status: In a relationship with Vinny Jones, a.k.a. Repo Mantis

Current living place: New York.

Family: Their parents still live in France; Mel go visit them regularly thanks to something that will be talked about in “Transportation”

Friends: Mel get along rather well with Todd Capybara and sometime volunteer at his puppy rescue or bring him new puppies if they find abandoned ones. Mel is even the one who provided Todd with the lemon tree that grow the lemons used for the “special lemonade”

Pets: Their familiar is a fruit bat named “Vesper” who often bring rare seeds for Mel to grow.

Transportation: One of the biggest achievement Mel managed to make is to cross-breed magic flowers to create a breed that can transport Mel from one specimen to the other in seconds. However, those flowers are extremely difficult to grow. Only 2 specimens, one in Mel’s greenhouse and one in their parent’s garden in France exist so far. Beside that, Mel tend to walk or use a bicycle.

Home: Mel own a small house near a botanical garden, with a land just big enough that they can have their own small greenhouse to grow all kind of plants.

Education: Mel was taught in the art of magic by their parents. Mel also went to various schools learning all the regular stuff and eventually studied to get a master’s degree in botany.

Work: Beside the volunteering at rescue shelters and TNR programs, Mel work part-time at the botanical garden near their house.

Medical history: Nothing of note.

Marking moments: Moved to New York a few years after the TMNT were created. Met and befriended Todd not too long after he was mutated. Some time after Shredder was revived, Mel met Repo Mantis while volunteering for a TNR program, befriended him and they eventually started dating.

Anything else?: Being a witch, Mel is aware of the existence of Yokais and cryptids. Even though they are usually difficult to anger, they will be filled with righteous fury if they see animals being abused or plants being vandalized.

[vernonfielding]

Life Writes Its Own Stories

Chapter 12. (AO3.)

Leo James looked like hell, faced bruised all over, eyes bloodshot and swollen. The Narcan may have saved him from an overdose death, but Jake thought it was going to take a while to recover from what must have been a brutal assault.

He made Jake and Rosa close his hospital room door before he would talk. His voice was thin and rough, like he’d been strangled on top of everything else.

A cop is running Jazzy Pants, Leo told them. No, he didn’t know the cop’s name. The cop has a few mid-level street dealers on the front lines doing the actual dirty work. He promised to protect them if things turn, but one of them got freaked and snitched to Leo. Leo’s been trying to leak to Jake, but there’s been an ugly vibe on the streets, and he was nervous. He never saw the guys who took him down – it happened fast, and after they’d beat him they’d dosed him with the Jazzy Pants and left him for dead.

“Been a long time since I was this scared,” Leo said.

“Looks like you were smart to be scared,” Rosa said.

Leo nodded, and Jake patted him vaguely on the arm. What Leo had given them was huge, but Jake had no idea what to do with it, where to even begin investigating one of their own on so little information.

“We’ve got an officer watching your room. Try to get some rest.” Jake turned to leave, but Leo grabbed for him.

“Not done yet, Peralta,” he said. Leo nodded toward a chair near the door, where a stack of clothes was neatly folded. “The jacket on top. Inner pocket.”

Jake raised an eyebrow at Rosa, who shrugged. He picked up the jacket and unzipped the pocket. Inside was a Ninja Turtle figurine (Donatello, not his personal favorite). Jake held it up.

“It’s a thumbdrive,” Leo said. “Don’t know what’s on it – didn’t want to look – but it came from the guy who tipped me off. He’s dead, by the way.”

Jake closed his fist around the Ninja Turtle. “Get some sleep, Leo.”

He and Rosa swapped theories on the drive back to the precinct. They agreed that it was possible the whole thing was a lie – Jake trusted his own CI, but Leo’s information was secondhand. A story about an NYPD cop running a drug ring sounded insanely far-fetched, the stuff of urban legends. Taking bribes, sure. Shaving a little off the top of a bag of heroin, yeah, it happened. Every now and then entire kilos of cocaine went missing. But running an entire operation was another matter entirely. Rosa hypothesized it could be a former cop, maybe someone who’d worked undercover in drug enforcement. They didn’t know for sure it was even someone in the NYPD, she pointed out.

Jake didn’t say it, but he was praying that Manny wasn’t involved. It was unsettling that they’d been told the Seven-Eight had a task force. Depending on what was on the thumbdrive, that precinct was probably where they’d have to begin their search for a dirty cop.

Back at the Nine-Nine, Jake glanced at Pembroke’s office to confirm he was still out and wouldn’t be trying to Vulture this investigation away from them. His door was closed and the lights were off. Jake inserted the thumbdrive into his computer; there was only one file, and he clicked it open. 

“It’s a ledger,” Rosa said. She was leaning over his shoulder, one hand planted on his desk.

Jake scrolled through the entries – it looked like about eight months of data, starting the previous May. He pointed a finger at one of the rows. “We’ve got dates, times, addresses – looks like they were getting drops two or three times a week.”

“So that’s-” Rosa closed her eyes, lips twitching. “About 80 entries. At least.”

Jake stared at her. “How do you do that?”

“Not that hard, man.” Rosa tapped the screen. “Print this out.”

They set up shop in the briefing room, where they could use the map to pin the locations in the ledger and spread out their paperwork. Right away they figured out there were four main drops, all warehouses in or near Brownsville. They each took two addresses and got to work.

Tracking addresses to possible suspects was tedious work. Most of them led back to holding companies or developers that almost certainly had nothing to do with the drug ring – they were just unlucky enough to own under-utilized property that the dealers were basically squatting out of. One of Rosa’s warehouses turned out to have ties to a known drug cartel, which they filed away for further investigation down the line.

After a couple of hours Jake brought them bags of chips and pretzels from the break room, plus cups of disgusting vending machine mochas because the kitchen coffeemaker was broken again. An hour after that, he gave up on his warehouses and turned back to the ledger.

There were a few stray addresses they had pinned to the map but hadn’t researched yet, so he sighed and began looking them up. Most of them were small units – loft apartments, run-down artist studios – in the same neighborhood as the warehouses. One was a private storage company.

And then there was an outlier: A penthouse property in Dumbo, overlooking the river. It probably had really killer views of the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan skyline.

The owner was an LLC, and the owner of the LLC was a man whose name tickled at the back of Jake’s brain – he was sure he’d seen it before but couldn’t place it. He googled the name but still nothing clicked, and then he did an image search. He glanced over the first row of photos, and sucked in a sharp breath.

“What?” Rosa looked up from her laptop.

Jake swallowed thickly, letting the pieces slot into place. “Remember the missing Rat-Dog case, a couple months ago?”

Rosa’s brows furrowed, but she nodded. “Yeah, we chased it down for the Vulture’s frat buddy.”

“Well, frat bro owns one of the drops on the ledger.” Jake spun his laptop toward Rosa and pointed to a photo of the man, his arm slung over Pembroke’s shoulders. “I think we found our cop.”

Rosa gaped at the photo for a second, then turned and locked eyes with Jake. A spark of understanding passed between them.

Jake slammed shut his laptop. Rosa began gathering up the stacks of papers they’d strewn about and Jake pulled pins out of the map. They bolted out of the briefing room, both looking toward Pembroke’s still-dark office. Jake checked the time on his phone – it was almost 8 p.m.

“What do we do?” he hissed to Rosa.

“We get out of here,” Rosa said. “Shaw’s?”

It was probably too close, but they needed to get out of the precinct now and Jake couldn’t think of anywhere else safe. He nodded and led the way.

+++

Amy glared at her notepad and the to-do list she’d been crafting for the past hour and a half. Usually lists were so soothing, sort of her go-to for coming down after a hard day, but even the perfectly shaped bullet points and the evenly spaced title letters weren’t helping her relax now. She tapped her favorite list-making pen (it was different from her note-taking pen and her just-jotting-down-thoughts pen and her supposed-to-be-taking-notes-but-actually-just-doodling pen for Terry’s monthly metro staff meetings) on her notebook and racked her brain for more things to put on her list.

She started to write “grocery shopping” – got so far as g-r-o – and then she tried to remember if she had orange soda at home and then she sighed and dropped her pen. That was the problem. Everything on her list came back to Jake.

She knew she should go home already. It was after 8, and Terry and Holt and most of the other reporters were gone; Hitchcock was still at his desk, presumably watching a live feed of a development board meeting, but his eyes had been closed for hours. As lonely as it felt here, Amy dreaded the idea of returning to her dark and empty apartment and not even having work to distract her. Not that work was helping much now.

Her email pinged, and Amy looked up hopefully – maybe someone had shot the mayor or a fire had broken out in a high-rise. But it was just Charles again.

The subject line said: “Just to confirm, neither you nor Jake said the words ‘break up.’” There was no text in the body of the email.

Amy deleted the email and looked up from her desk. Charles was watching her from his spot on the copy desk. She slid a finger slowly across her neck. He gave her an overly dramatic shrug and turned back to his computer.

Charles had figured out after witnessing several hushed conversations between Amy and Gina that something had gone down with Jake. Amy had given him the extremely condensed version of the story – that Jake was mad about Gina’s column and blaming Amy for it – and Charles had been instantly devastated. But he’d rallied an hour later and started pestering her for details. A little after noon, he’d latched onto the fact that they weren’t technically broken up because neither of them had said they were broken up.

At first Amy had found that thought somewhat comforting – it was true, after all – but eight hours later she was fed up. And it wasn’t just Charles she was fed up with. She’d realized, at some point late in the day, that her feelings about what had happened with Jake went beyond just hurt. She was angry with him. Even furious. He’d either never trusted her at all, or his faith had been so fragile, so superficial, that it couldn’t pass even the most obvious of tests.

That thought was heartbreaking and infuriariating and flat-out depressing, all at once.

Her email alert sounded again and Amy groaned and thought about marching straight to Charles’ desk and ordering him to just leave it. But when she looked at her inbox, the email wasn’t from him. And the subject line made her breath catch: “Jake Peralta.”

Amy glanced at the sender but she didn’t recognize the address: b00bman-at-hotmail. “Gross,” Amy muttered. She warily clicked it open.

“Dear Amy Santiago. Peralta has been selling the street drug Jazzy Pants. I HAVE PROOF. He also takes bribes and thinks women shouldn’t be in the NYPD. He also hates puppies AND kittens. ASK ANYONE. I can give you details.”

The email wasn’t signed, and it ended with an address and a time to meet later that night. Amy’s hands were shaking when she went to delete the email, just on reflex. Then she thought better of it and printed it out instead. She ran to the printer so no one else could grab it before her and read it again, her heart racing. When Charles popped up at her shoulder she actually yelped.

“What’s wrong?” he said, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I saw you run over here. What is that?”

“Nothing.” Amy held the printout to her chest so he couldn’t read it. “I’ve got to go.”

She hurried back to her desk and shut down her laptop, and slung her purse over her shoulder. She was just at the door when it occurred to her that she had no idea what her next move was. She needed to talk to Jake, but she was afraid if she called or texted he’d ignore her, or tell her to stay away.

“Charles?” She approached his desk with caution. “Do you happen to know where Jake is right now?”

“Oh, thank god,” Charles said, clapping his hands in delight. “I’ve actually been texting with him all day and right now he’s at Shaw’s with Rosa, and he said I definitely shouldn’t-”

But Amy was already headed back to the door. She heard him calling after her, “Yes! Go get him! Love finds a way!”

She paused just outside, feeling weirdly vulnerable, like someone was watching her. She realized she’d left her jacket inside, but she wasn’t going back for it – she already felt like she was running out of time.

Her hands were still unsteady as she called for an Uber. While she waited for the car, she peeked at the email again. She couldn’t explain why the note had triggered such an urgent, demanding sense of apprehension. There was something in the tone of it, a familiarity, that set her teeth on edge. She didn’t think it was just that Jake was the subject, though surely that was the most upsetting part.

Amy studied the email address again, and frowned. Gina’s source had emailed too. It wasn’t unusual to get tips via email, of course, but Amy had a strange feeling. She texted Gina to ask what her source’s email address was. She wasn’t expecting an answer, actually – reporters were generally very protective of anonymous sources, and rightfully so – but they’d reached a sort of truce today, and Amy hoped Gina might feel like doing her a favor.

Her heart stuttered when her cell phone buzzed in her hands. Amy looked at the screen: “b00bman-at-hotmail.” It was followed by a vomit emoji.

Amy’s car pulled up, and she yanked the door open and jumped inside. “As fast as you can,” she told the driver. He rolled his eyes at her in the rearview mirror, but the tires squealed when he took off.

+++

Jake and Rosa were at their same table at the back of Shaw’s, though with pints instead of Shirley Temples (and they’d both done a shot of whiskey, because “what the fuck, the Vulture is a drug runner now?” Rosa had said).

They’d done a bit more googling on their phones on Pembroke’s frat buddy. It wasn’t clear how friendly they were, and the photo of them was about a decade old, but the fact that Pembroke had them running cases for the guy as recently as August was pretty damning. It didn’t prove that the Vulture was associated with, much less running, the Jazzy Pants operation, but Jake knew they had enough leads to launch an investigation.

The question was what to do now.

“Go to Wuntch?” Rosa said. She was tilted back in her chair, looking cool and casual, but Jake saw the way her eyes kept darting to the front door and the exits. Shaw’s was pretty empty, which was good and bad – there weren’t any other cops around to spy on them, but they also were pretty exposed, even in the dimly lit back end of the bar.

Jake thought over Rosa’s suggestion and shook his head. “Wuntch is going to want more evidence. And she may not like Pembroke much right now, but she could still ask him about it and tip our hand. If he’s already twitchy enough to go after at least one of my CIs, no telling what he’ll do if he knows we’re onto him.”

Rosa blew her hair out of her face in a huff of frustration, but she didn’t argue with him. Jake was fidgeting with the Ninja Turtle thumbdrive, twirling it between fingers, and Rosa yanked it away and stuffed it in a jacket pocket. She shot him a glare that he read as “stop playing with the evidence, idiot.”

Jake said, “I could talk to Leo again. He might have a name he for us, maybe one of the dealers working with Pembroke.”

“Dude’s pretty scared,” Rosa said. “Even if he has a name – and that’s a big if – you think he’s going to give it up?”

“No.” Jake closed his eyes and tugged at his hair with both hands. “This is crazy. Is there seriously no one we can trust?”

“Shit.” Rosa’s chair dropped to the floor with a thud.

Jake looked up, alarmed. “What? Is he here?”

Rosa jerked her chin toward the front door. Jake spun in his chair, and it was like everything around him stopped for a moment, and just faded away. All he saw was her.

Amy’s hair was down, framing her face in dark waves, and her eyes glittered as she peered all around the room. She was biting her lip, and twisting her hands together in a nervous way. When her eyes landed on him, her face lit up for a second. And just as quickly the light was gone, replaced by a determination he recognized from their nights working together and something less familiar, a brutal sort of stoicism. His heart fluttered in his chest as she approached their table.

“Jake.” Her voice was flat, and she projected a bit so she could be heard over the music.

Jake wasn’t sure what to say (or do) – too many competing thoughts were bouncing around his head suddenly. He wanted to apologize and he wanted to tell her he still wasn’t sure. He wanted to kiss her and he wanted to send her away and he wanted to take her hand and run with her, he didn’t even care where.

Rosa cleared her throat. “I’m going to- leave.”

Amy stepped back to give Rosa room to squeeze past the table, then took her seat. She leaned forward, hands clasped together again, tightly this time so she couldn’t fidget.

“What are you doing here?” Jake said, bending toward her so he could keep his voice low.

Amy started at that, and a flash of anger creased her brow. “I thought you were done hiding,” she said, the words short and sharp.

“Amy-”

She held up a hand. “Never mind, obviously that doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not why I’m here anyway.” She pulled her purse into her lap and took out a slip of paper, which she read over first, then handed to him.

Jake squinted at the printed text in the dim light. It was an email – his name was in the subject line. As he read, he felt a hard knot form in his stomach. When he was done, he quickly folded the paper in half and then half again. He looked around the room, saw Rosa at one end of the bar and caught her eye, flagging her back to them.

“Do you know who sent it?” Jake said to Amy.

“No, but-”

“Read this,” Jake said, passing the note to Rosa as she walked up. Rosa pulled over a chair from a nearby table and straddled it, then read.

“What the hell.”

“He’s trying to pin it on me,” Jake said.

Rosa closed her eyes, crumpling the note in her fist.

“Who’s trying to pin what on you?” Amy said, looking furiously between them.

“The Vulture,” Jake said, under his breath. “Ames, I can’t explain it now, but this is bad. We need to get you out of here.”

“I don’t understand,” Amy said. “What’s he trying to pin on you?”

Jake glanced quickly around the room again before turning back to Amy. “It’s about Jazzy Pants, and I mean it, I can’t tell you everything right now. But another one of my CIs got hit today, and if he’s sending messages to you now-” He paused, because spelling it all out made it much more terrifying.

Jake felt for his gun at his side. Rosa saw him, and quickly did the same. They locked eyes and nodded.

“Jake, wait,” Amy said, sounding breathless, “what about you?”

“Rosa and I can take care of ourselves. We need to get you somewhere safe – maybe Gina, or Charles.”

“Charles is closer,” Rosa said.

“And he’s been texting me all day, so we know he’s around.” Jake stood up, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and shrugging it on.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Amy said, but she stood up too, and let herself be hustled toward the front of the bar.

“We should split up,” Jake said, when they reached the door.

Rosa nodded. “My bike’s out back. Where do you want to meet?”

Jake thought it over but his mind was blank – he wouldn’t be able to think clearly until he got Amy settled. “I’ll text you, half an hour.”

Rosa took off for the back door. Jake set a hand on Amy’s lower back, but he pushed ahead of her, and opened the front door slowly so he could make sure there was no one outside, waiting for them. It was dark and deserted. Jake pulled out his phone to call them an Uber, ushering Amy along.

He said, “I’m sorry you got dragged in-”

A solid weight tackled Jake from behind. His phone flew out of his hand and he heard Amy scream. Jake thrust an elbow back, hard, and heard a satisfying grunt as he connected. He reached for his gun, and then there was a sharp, nauseating pain in his shoulder, radiating all the way down his arm. Jake fell to one knee and he was tackled again, the weight crashing into his back and knocking the wind out of him. Jake tried to kick out but he was pinned, and he couldn’t catch his breath, and then hands were pulling his arms behind his back and binding his wrists, and he groaned in pain. He turned his head, tried to find Amy, and something dark fell over his eyes and he couldn’t see a thing.

He was dragged up to his feet and tugged forward a few stumbling steps, only to be thrown again a moment later, landing hard on his shoulder. He rolled onto his back and heard doors slamming shut, felt the jerk of a vehicle taking off. Someone yanked him up so he was sitting.

He called out, “Amy!”

“I’m here!”

The relief was immediate, and followed just as quickly by terror. At least they were together, and alive. For the moment.

Jake moved his head, tried to see anything through the black veil over his eyes. “Are you okay?”

A fist punched into his stomach and Jake grunted, folding over himself. He felt the unmistakable press of a gun into the base of his skull.

Someone leaned in close to him, breath hot on the side of his face. “No more talking.” 

CHAPTER 13

[brightlotusmoon]

Remember this?? Remember when everyone was super skeptical and people started being sooo angry and upset and just plain mean? Remember when some of us started deliberately pushing back against the hate, declaring our love, and totally increasing the thing because we sensed that these children were especially awesome?

Look. Okay. I may sometimes appear snooty and condescending in this fandom when ranting about how haters strike out against fans who genuinely want to have discourse, critiques, adoration, etc. It's because this is my childhood, and I grew up before the internet and I am still not used to being yelled at for observing a small problem in a specific iteration and pointing it out in public (no really, I got an anonymous message that wanted me to stop talking about 2003 Mikey being slapped around and written as heavy comic relief and being obnoxious so Splinter was always annoyed at him, because the person literally didn't want to read critical discourse in the tags because they only wanted to see fan art, and I am still laughing my ass off, because if they're not joking they need to get off this hell site). So I try to stick to myself, but you're damn right I'll be in the tags, and I firmly advocate for the art of scrolling down.

2018: Rise of the TMNT

Looks like we’re getting a new cartoon earlier than I thought. Nickelodeon is gonna launch “Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” (working title) in autumn 2018. 2D animation, mystical elements, probably will blend the humor of the 2003 series and the 2012 series.

So this means all new fanfiction and all new headcanon. We get to start over.

So, I started in the fandom when I was nine years old in 1988. I’ll most likely stay in the fandom when I’m postmenopausal. I’ll read forum posts by teenagers and adolescents who will still complain about other fans complaining, and I will totally resist the urge to giggle and say shit like “When I was your age we only had mailing lists and there was no social media! But we still yelled at each other over shipping.”

Like, will they even know what Mirage is? Will they remember the great Capritello fan fights? The Shiniangelo Saga according to Greg Cipes and Gwendoline Yeo? The Battle Nexus championship? The battles over why Leonardo always kills the Shredder? The debate over the cartoons being “for kids” even as the original comics were for adults? Which version of Michelangelo was the least stupid? Whether or not Donatello had a personalized stress relief outlet nobody ever saw? Whether or not there will always be a Klunk?

I’ll still be here.

[cheetahsprints]

The Coolest Uncles Alive

Summary: In which one twin wanted to grow up to be a zookeeper and the other nearly got eaten by a large feline. Harry and Cisco didn’t have high hopes for their futures. Words: 1756 A/N: Forgive me for changing the canon. But this is fanfiction? And the show itself doesn't exactly follow the comics to a tee.

Cisco spread his arms. “Behold! Welcome to the Zoo. Lions, Tigers, and Bears oh my!”

Harry huffed in amusement beside him. Cisco lifted one of the twins from his shoulders to the ground. Avery immediately attached to Cisco’s leg. Harry crossed his arms in disapproval. Beside him, Joseph giggled at his facial expression. They were watching the mischievous pair so WestAllen could have a second honeymoon. At the end of the day, Cisco and Harry would probably need a second honeymoon. Cisco was glad neither of them could accidentally get pregnant, not that they wouldn’t be excessively careful.

“Avery Francis West-Allen,” Harry said, cool as a cucumber, “let of your godfather’s leg.”

Avery whined. Joey ignored the scene and started punching the air. He almost punched someone passing by, so Harry held him still.

“Avery. Remember you're a big boy now,” Cisco admonished.

He whined again but detached. He restlessly jumped around, his tutu bouncing. The West-Allens hadn't known what the gender of their other baby would be, so Harry gifted them some of Jesse’s old clothes. Avery was also wearing a “Daddy’s little princess” shirt. They couldn't figure out how Avery found them. No one was going to police a four-year-old child on what to wear, though. Or anyone for that matter, who needed enforced gender roles? The shirt wasn’t surprising, since Avery aggressively idolized regal female characters, especially Moana, Shuri, Mulan, and Diana Prince. Cisco didn’t know if Avery had a single clue about ballet.

Joey had nicked Avery’s favorite T-shirt of the Ninja turtle Donatello. Joey lived to annoy his sibling.

They were almost identical at first glance. But Joey had a pointier nose and green eyes. Avery’s eyes leaned more toward brown, and his nose was set wider. The rest of his face had a stronger resemblance to Barry, though it was hard to tell past the lingering baby-fat, with a round chin and angular cheekbones.

“Can we visit elephants?” Joey asked. Except it sounded like ellie-pants.

Avery protested, “I want to see the caramels!”

“Camels,” Harry said.

“Campbell’s,” Avery tried to mimic. Harry shrugged and gave up.

“We’ll get to those both,” Cisco promised.

They passed monkeys, gorillas, elephants, bears, zebras, camels and crocodiles. When they reached the petting zoo, Joey tugged on Cisco’s shirt hem.

“Are the animals sad all locked up?”

Cisco tapped his head and thought out his answer. “Well, they're well fed, with easy access to medicine. Room to roam and places to hide. Plus they're safe from meanies who'd hurt or sell them.”

Joey blinked a few times and smiled. “That's good.”

Joey moved on to the petting zoo, Avery skipping merrily behind him. They had fun, while Harry laughed at Cisco getting chased around by a goat. He fell on his ass, and soon all the children were guffawing with delight. He dusted himself off.

“I am done with the zoo,” Cisco complained. Harry fixed his curls and pecked him on the lips.

“Yuck kissy face!” Avery shouted. Harry grabbed at him, but he quickly dodged. Joey bolted after him. Cisco and Harry trudged after them into the gift shop.

They found that Joey had already found a stuffed elephant. It was roughly the size of his body. Harry was indulgent and brought it to the counter without question. Along with wolf ears. Avery wanted two pairs of cat ears and a little zookeeper outfit. Cisco lifted it with a raised eyebrow.

“I is gonna be the best a minimal - I mean, animal keeper when I is big,” Avery lisped.

“I am,” Harry corrected gently. His mouth tilted toward a frown.

“You’re already big and a scientist,” Avery said, placing his hands on his hips. Harry didn't know why he tried.

“Are you sure you don't want to be a scientist too? Maybe a reporter? Or an astronaut?”

Avery stared at him expressionless. He stated slowly like Cisco was extra dumb, “I wanna. Be a. Zoo. Keeper.”

Cisco nodded. “Okay, okay. Nothing wrong with that.”

Harry ushered everyone out of the store. Once outside, Joey put his wolf ears on. He cupped his hands around his mouth and howled. Harry shook his head. He attempted to push the elephant off on Cisco. He held up a hand.

“You bought it, you carry it.”

Avery put on the cat ears and handed a pair to Harry. He sighed unhappily but slipped them on. Cisco snorted into his hand, and Harry flicked his ear.

They came up on the cheetahs. The pair of spotted cats watched them. Cisco loosed a breathy “hah-hah” at the information plate. The male was named Kitty Flash, the female ironically was Diana the Wonder-Cat. Joey pointed with his mouth open. “It's like Duma!”

Harry gave Cisco a look, and Cisco scratched the back of his neck. It was a fine film for kids, with his supervision. Joey may have stayed up too late and had too much sugar, who was to know. Avery had fallen asleep twenty minutes in. Cisco pushed his curls out of his face, long and wild as they were. They just fell back in place.

Avery argued, “No, no they're like Fuli from the Lion Guard!”

“That show sucks,” Joey grumped.

“Your face sucks Jojo!”

“That's enough,” Harry said firmly.

The twins were quiet but continued to glower at each other. Cisco had to intervene before they started a poking war or something. He bundled his hair and pulled it over the front of one shoulder. Harry had convinced him a while ago to let it grow out more. He was beginning to doubt the wisdom in catering to his husband’s obsession.

“The cheetah is the fastest land animal, aside from your dad. Their enlarged hearts and lungs help them,” Cisco informed them. He was just summarizing the name plate. “And they use their tails to make sharp turns.”

Their attention turned on him. They looked eager for more. Cisco floundered. He didn’t actually know a lot about cheetahs. Luckily, Harry came to his rescue.

“Cheetahs are naturally nervous and shy -”

“Like that kid Billy in our class?”

“Sure. They will introduce them to a dog as a companion at a young age. The cheetah reads their vibe to know how to behave.”

Avery touched his cat ears. “I'm a cheetah now! Can I get a puppy?”

Cisco shared a concerned look with Harry. Then he said, “That’s a question for your parents kiddo.”

“My birthday is soon,” Avery whispered excitedly.

“Our birthday. Our puppy,” Joey chimed in.

“Wazzat? I do not talk to dummies who say lion guard sucks.”

He turned away to watch the cheetahs. Joey stuck his tongue out. One of the cats had come rather close. It sat down, ears flicking. Avery waved. He pointed his finger and tried to count the spots. The wind picked up suddenly. Cisco wrestled his hair into a ponytail. He always kept the bands in his pockets. Harry palm pressed to the back of his neck. He gestured at the stand selling various sweet treats.

“Who wants ice cream?” Cisco asked.

“Mommy sayed I can't eat ice cream. Cos it came back up and daddy didn’t like wearing it,” Avery said absently, still counting the spots. “Eleven… twelve… wait what’s after twelve?” The cheetah licked its paw and swiped over its ear. Avery gave up counting and imitated the action.

“Cotton candy then. Both are right past the enclosure.”

“Race me,” Joey said. “If you win you don't gotta speak to me, if I win then you gotta.”

Cisco wasn't sure he was a fan of that wager. But at least it might mean less bickering in the car. He doubted Avery could hold out that long though.

“Get ready to lose to Josie the fastest cheetah ever!”

Joey scoffed, “That sounds like a girl name.”

“Cos it is, genius.”

Joey nodded sagely. “I see.”

They got into position. Cisco and Harry followed sedately as they ran off on their tiny legs. Joey stumbled halfway there, and Avery won. Cisco bought his cotton candy and strawberry ice cream for Joey. By the end, Joey's face was covered in smudges of ice cream.

“You were supposed to eat that, not wear it,” Harry admonished. Joey giggled and wiped some onto Harry’s nose. Cisco smirked. When the kids weren't looking, he licked it off.

Meanwhile, Avery managed to get cotton puffs in his hair. Joey had disappeared in the blink of an eye. Cisco and Harry glared at Avery questioningly, as though he vanished his brother by sheer force of will.

He said in a small voice, “Joey want to be friends with the Fulis.”

Cisco and Harry had never ran so fast in their lives. They almost forgot to grab Avery. Harry carried him parallel to the ground. He wrapped himself around Harry’s leg when they reached the enclosure. Cisco gasped and covered his mouth at the sight. Harry just face-palmed.

Cisco uttered, “Joseph Henry West-Allen. If the cats don't get him, I will.”

“I'm too old for this.”

By some unexpected willfulness, Joey had found his way into the cheetah enclosure. He was creeping toward a sleeping cat. The other one was watching him like a hawk. Its tail whipped side to side. Unlike dogs, that was not a friendly gesture.

“Shit, shit, satan damned hell,” Cisco shouted. Harry groaned in agreement, not lifting his head. Several parents and assorted guardians shot him scandalized looks. He didn't care. There was nothing else for it. He breached right in front of the cheetah preparing to pounce. He was greeted with semi-retractable claws in his shoulders. Cisco wasn’t braced for the pure force, knocking him to the ground. However, it seemed to decide he was too big of a fish to fry. It collapsed beside him and started purring. He thanked the speed force and grabbed up Joey, kicking and screaming.

Cisco swore he’d buy the twins a puppy if they kept the incident quiet. Avery managed to barter an additional kitten out of him. Avery leapt into his arms and hugged him. Joey copied him, but with Harry, who was barely able to balance him. Joey gave Harry a kiss on his chin with the “mwah” sound effect.

“Did this make you change your mind about kids?” Harry asked.

“Nope. Not at all, no.”

“Good,” Harry said. “Keeping up with you is challenge enough, sweetheart.”

Cisco threaded their fingers. Harry smiled fondly and kissed his cheek.

Joey added emphatically, “But you're the coolest uncles in the world.”

[romancek-sonakuranyria]

Worshipped By Godfrey

Rating: Mature  Tags: Body Worship, DaddyDom/LittleBoy, Smoking, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language

Roman slicked back hair and Peter's long shag. Roman was threading his hands through it all, petting his friend. He let Peter nuzzle against his knee. Dog collar on his neck otherwise naked. He wanted to fuck the Gyspy's mouth. The constant twitching of his cock was making Roman more weary. Roman was dressed in one of his favorite suits. He was smoking a cigarette and drinking. His eyes flipping through a page in Peter's journal. Whatever his little pet thought, is what Roman read. He required Peter to give insight since direct conversation about their sex life made his little boy blush.

"Peter, do you want to answer some questions for Papa?" Roman drank more of his whiskey. He gripped Peter's hair and forced his little boy to look up at him.

"No, Papa." Peter growled out. Upset for being disrupted from rubbing his nose across Roman's inner thigh. His eyes drawn to a crease in the pants and the outline of Roman's cock.

"Pretty please, Puppy. Let Papa ask you some questions."

Roman pouted a little and Peter broke out of character for a moment. He laughed and kissed Roman's inner wrist.

"Roman, if you're not up to dominating we don't have to."

Peter kisses up the vein. The bulging path leads up to the rolled sleeve. Peter studying the goosebumps and the slight twitch of Roman's forearm.

"Don't try to wiggle your way out of this, young man." Roman playfully teases, grabbing a handful of Peter's hair. His eyes lighting up, they sparkled and Peter stared with deep admiration.

"Papa," Peter moaned suddenly. Roman pulled Peter onto his lap.

"Yes, Peter, tell Papa what's on your mind." Roman rubbed Peter's knee in fine circular motions.

"I wanna play, Papa." Peter rolled his hips violently, straddling Roman so that their crotches were grinding together.

"Peter, you naughty boy." Roman growled and laid kisses onto Peter's neck. The gypsy rocking harshly, trying to gain the upper hand. Roman wrapped his arms around him and tightened so that Peter would cease his squirming.

"Papa, bed now, please." Peter whined and Roman couldn't resist the sound. It was heavy and beautiful.

"Nope, we're going to sit here and talk for a little." Roman threaded his fingers into Peter's hair. Soothing him. Their breathes labored with arousal. Peter's cock heavy and Roman adjusting his pants. Taking a hold of Peter's cock, rubbing the head every so often.

"I want you to lick me from head to toe." Peter blurted out suddenly. Red and wet tear stained cheeks. He was getting antsy and his body quivered with the effort to stay still.

"Good boy, Peter. Telling Papa with big boy words. Why don't you go lay down on the bed and put on your blindfold for me." Roman steadied Peter to his feet. Holding him and placing a kiss on each one of Peter's back dimples. Teardrop shaped and showing  a slight trail of hair down the gyspy's crack.

"I'm going to worship every bit of you." Smacking Peter's left ass cheek, the gyspy retreating to the bedroom. Roman waited til he heard the room door shut to get up and stretch, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off. He downed the rest of his drink, liquor burning his throat. Lighting a cig to take along with him.

He entered to Peter adjusting his blindfold and sitting nervously at the edge of the bed, biting his bottom lip harshly.

"I said, to lay back, puppy." Roman settled his feet into the carpet. The king size bed neatly made. Roman having the maids put on silk sheets. The only abnormal thing was Peter's favorite pillow with the Ninja Turtle pillowcase and his Batman blanky. His three favorite stuffies propped against the pillows.

"I know, Papa." Peter growled, turning his head in Roman's direction.

"You're openly disobeying my orders, Peter. That's rude to Papa." Roman approached Peter slowly. Watching his face shift and shoulders tense. Roman climbed onto the bed. His knees digging into the memory foam. Settling behind Peter.

"You're nervous, I understand that you are. However rudeness isn't tolerated, so perhaps I should turn your juicy ass into a nice plump red before I lay tender kisses across your back." Roman teased and traced with his fingertips, the expanse of Peter's shoulders. his cigarette half way done. Roman inhaled and blew smoke across Peter's neck. Lips chasing after the smoke. His tongue firmly pressed against Peter's adams apple. Cigarette forgotten in the ash tray.

"Fuck, so good feeling." Peter moaned out and Roman smirked as he worked his hands through the light fuzz laying across Peter's stomach. They were content with just mapping out sensation. Roman biting down on Peter's shoulder's or neck to cause a twitch or arching of Peter's throat. Displaying it for Roman's mouth. Hickeys to be worn for days.

"More please." Peter was now grabbing at the back of Roman's head. Roman responded by standing on the bed, placing his elbows beneath Peter's armpits, hefting the gyspy backwards onto the pillows. Peter giggled slightly. Playfully grabbing at Roman as he came to the front of Peter.

"No, no. Be a good boy and lay back against the pillows."

Peter obeyed, laying backwards. His body relaxing comfortably. Roman sat on the edge as he removed his pants. His cock hard in boxer briefs. He grabbed the ashtray off the bedside dresser. Lighting another cigarette. He puffed once, watching as Peter's body flushed with arousal, cock laying heavy against his belly. Roman laid on the bed, separating Peter's legs by his ankles. Ash tray next to Peter's left heel. Roman inhaled a puff and then sucked Peter's big toe into his mouth. The warmth of the smoke and the gentle graze of Roman's teeth sending Peter to bend his back upwards. Roman studied Peter as he exhaled the smoke from his nose.

"Does it feel good, puppy?" Roman asked as he kissed and sucked each of Peter's left toes. Tongue traveling down to the ankle bone. Teeth nibbling along muscle. Peter clenched his hands tightly and gritted through his own teeth, trying to form a response. A rough moan choking it's way out of his throat. Roman grinned as he switched to the right foot. Taking another puff of smoke before proceeding to suck roughly on Peter's big toe. Peter kicked out once and Roman pinned his leg down. Moving onto the next toe. Each toe stimulated causing Peter to thrash wildly.

"Shee-it!" Peter yelled as Roman sucked at the high arch in Peter's right foot. Continuing his stream up each calf. From left to right. Every segment of Peter's legs throughly lavished by his Papa's mouth. Roman leaving hickeys behind each knee. Cigarette finished by the time Roman made it up to Peter's hips.

"Papa, I think I need to take a break." Peter puffed out. Roman laughed above Peter's hard cock.

"Papa wants to continue, puppy. I wanna finish getting up your whole body so I can come back down to my baby boy's cock. Work it over with my mouth," Roman mumbled around another cigarette. Peter made a motion to remove his blindfold and Roman slapped his hand away.

"You don't remove anything without Papa's permission first, puppy. Do you want Papa to thrash that little bum of yours?"

Peter shook his head no, placing his and back down to the bed. Curling his toes and biting his bottom lip. Roman tugged the lip away from Peter's teeth. Leaning in to blow smoke into Peter's mouth. The gyspy inhaled it and stroked Roman's tongue with his own. Roman responded by licking the roof of Peter's mouth and tugging his bottom lip in so he bruise it properly. Roman pulled back in order to inhale another. Ducking under Peter's chin to suck on his left nipple. Peter shoved hard at Roman as he bit around the bud.

"Fuck off, Roman. Stop!" Peter shouted as Roman sucked hard, flicking his tongue over it. Peter still shoving but wearing out as Roman slowed into a kitten lick. Pressing Peter firmly into the bed with his weight, cock trapped on Roman's chest. Peter rushed to remove the blindfold, eyes blinded by the room. He blushed as he realized Roman had been staring at him under bright light. No hiding any imperfections. Peter gripped at Roman's hair, dragging the Upir off of him. Roman's eyes bloodstained slightly, lips stained with a light red. Peter tried to look down but Roman clutched his head backwards.

"Fuck, you taste so good, baby boy." Roman moaned out as he inhaled another puff. Roman rubbed his chest across Peter's cock and Peter shuttered violently. Closing his eyes tightly as Roman was graced with the show.

"Roman, you can't be this rough with me." Peter growled as Roman latched onto his right nipple with smoked filled mouth. Sucking softer this time. More tongue than teeth. The crease causing Peter to wail out. His cock twitching harshly.

"Shee-it! Roman, you ass. Turning me on so I can't remember that you tried to snag my nipple." Peter panted angrily. Roman descended downwards. Cock travelling up his chest and against his Adams apple. He felt the weeping head leak against his chin as he sucked on Peter's happy trail. The hair light and muscles twitching harshly. He lifted his head and shifted further down the bed. His long legs hanging over. He took a hold of Peter's cock by the base. Lighting his final cigarette for the activity. He stroked Peter with gentle feather touches. Making the gyspy whine out. Eyes closed. Hands tangled in his own hair, dog collar tight on his windpipe. Roman wondered how Peter would take being strangled to death while having passionate sex. Roman couldn't stand the idea of losing Peter ever.

"Roman, please! Please suck my cock, Papa!" Peter begged and he twisted harshly, bucking his hips up into Roman's jerking motion. Roman inhaled for a long moment. Then he released the smoke over Peter's cock blowing on the hot length. Swallowing down to the hilt. Head shoved against his tonsils. His gag reflex kicking in but he pushed down the acids. His throat rippling as he imagined he was devouring Peter's cock. Peter pushed up on his elbows, repeating "Shit" in a soundtrack. The sensation making him thrust in more. Peter locked eyes with Roman and that was enough to send the gyspy over the edge. Spillng his cum into Roman's mouth. Roman sucking each cumshot down. Cigarette burnt, filter and all. Roman lazily licking Peter's aching cock, tugging on his balls as he easied Peter into aftershock. Peter's breathes labored. Roman wiped Peter off with a washcloth to which Peter squirmed and huffed like the little boy he is. Once that five minute ordeal was completed, Roman pulled himself up to the pillows. Peter tucking up against him. One of his stuffies tucked against his bare chest. Roman chuckled as Peter sucked on one of his nipples. He threaded his hand into the nape of Peter's neck. The collar now lost somewhere on the floor for the night. Peter bit down and Roman gasped and hissed as Peter sucked the left nipple, blood on his tongue. He lapped at the swollen bud until it stopped bleeding. His beard scratching Roman's chest.

"There now, Papa has a booboo too." Peter mouthed sleepily. Roman chuckled as he petted Peter's head.

"I'm gonna make that ass nice and red tomorrow, baby boy. Papa's gonna give you a nice sore ass to sit on, warm cheeks against Papa's thighs while you sniffle out an apology." Roman said as he finished his cigarette in the dark of the room. Peter's snores having came in mid sentence. His little boy was going to be surprised in the morning.

[brightlotusmoon]

Dear those who severely dislike the new reboot for waahh reasons: It's culturally iconic, now a part of history, and will evolve to be better than it currently is, which means more for the rest of us. This interview proves how beloved the characters are and how constant change, growth, and novelty is as refreshing as a new awesome way to use The Force. (Cough, speaking of legendary fandoms that are multi generational and have become bizarrely toxic. Dear TMNT Fandom, don't be toxic, just be happy.)

The Turtles are over 34 years old. I am five years older than my first favorite franchise and main autistic interest. NICE.

Rise of TMNT Cast Interview 🐢🗣| HALF SHELL WEDNESDAYS!

[funnowtime]

Random Funny Animal Pictures - 22 Pics

Random Funny Animal Pictures - 22 Pics #funnymemes #funnypictures #humor #funnytexts #funnyquotes #funnyanimal #funny #lol #haha #memes #entertainment #bifunow

1-My turtle enjoying some Ninja Turtles no big deal

2-My new kitten just fell asleep against the wall

3-lookin at keep scrolling

4-Ma’am, the double sided tape is in aisle 10. Thank you for shopping at Home Depot..

5-I’m gonna have your money by Friday just bear with me

6-No you idiot, the Otter hand!

7-Friend got a German Shepard puppy and I asked her what her car thought of it

[alarajrogers]

Try replacing the word “chicken” with one of these other words to see what sort of emotional effect you get:

Kitten

Puppy

Bunny

Pigeon

Turkey

Ferret

Bluejay

Raven

Spider

Turtle

... you may find that only domesticated fowl have similar energy. “Spider spider spider” just sounds somewhat sinister; “Kitten kitten kitten” is adorable but not nearly as funny; “Raven raven raven” just sounds... weirdly bland and purposeless. But “Pigeon pigeon pigeon” and “Turkey turkey turkey” are both hilarious. (Note: pigeons are domesticated fowl; we brought them into the cities and then abandoned them, so all the pigeons you see on city streets are feral, not wild.)

“Turtle turtle turtle” comes close, but you cannot replace “turtle” with “tortoise” and get the same effect, whereas “rooster” substituted for “chicken” is pretty similar to “chicken”, if not as humorous. I suspect “turtle”‘s humor mostly comes from our collective memory of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

So recently I found myself in the awkward position of having to explain to my mother the phenomenon of the Chicken (Chicken Chicken) Essay