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I don't think a lot of people realise that Jason would not have just forgiven Bruce, moved on, and been happy to rejoin the family if Batman had killed the Joker during the whole Red Hood monologue thing.

Because then the problem wouldn't be "Why didn't you avenge me?" It would become "Why did I have to ask you to?" There would have still been so many problems they would've had to work through, and I don't think Jason's anger and resentment would've just melted away if Bruce had killed Joker then. It wouldn't have mattered, Jason wanted to be avenged by the loving dad he thought he had, he didn't want to have to beg to feel cared about.

It wasn't just about the action of killing Joker, it's what killing Joker would have meant. If Batman had killed Joker after Jason's death, it would have meant something, it would have meant "you took my son from me and that's a pain I'll die with, so it's a pain you'll die with too." It would have meant he couldn't handle the idea of any other fathers losing their son to such a man, any other parent, any other friend, any other colleague, any other person suffering such a fate. But he didn't do it then. If he killed Joker after Jason had to yell that Joker's death is what he wanted, it wouldn't have met the same thing. The meaning would become, "You're dying today to satiate the anger of the Red Hood, you're death is a bargaining chip, you're death is just to comfort a dead man."

Do I believe Jason would have a moment of relief if Batman had killed Joker in that moment? Yes, but I don't think the relief would be because he believes that Bruce did this because he loves him, and I don't think the relief would last. Not long enough.

After Batman kills Joker in that moment, a smile would spread across Jason's face, a satisfaction, but then that satisfaction would leave him and so would his smile, it would all melt away and he'd be once again stuck with his anger, but now he wouldn't know what to do to fix it, he'd be scared, terrified that nothing could fix him, that nothing could fix the anger and pain of a dead boy, even revenge, even a father's supposed love. He'd cry, the tears would come slow at first, he doesn't know why they're there at first, he doesn't even feel them in the beginning, he thinks perhaps they are happy tears. But then Bruce says his name, not Batman, Bruce, "Jason?" He says, and he sounds scared too, like he doesn't know what to do, not just with Jason but with himself.

Jason realises what he's made his father do, and now he realises it doesn't matter, he feels no different, he doesn't feel loved and cared for, he still feels like a corpse, when Joker's heart stopped Jason's didn't resume. And Jason didn't know why. He had read so many fairytales, when he was young he'd sit in the library for hours devouring books, and when he was in the league he read so much to Damian. All those fairytales, they all said the same thing, to break the curse, to wake the forgotten love, right the wrong, put things how they were meant to be. Why didn't that work? The wrong had been righted, the Joker was dead by the Batman's hand at his son's order, why didn't he feel better than? Because this wasn't a fairytale, this was gotham, this was the curse of loving a man like Batman, he'll never love you back, and if he does? It'll always be too late.

Jason cries, it's ugly, it's painful, it's neverending. And Batman hugs him, he clings to his son's body, holds him as close as possible in the hope it'll save the both of them from the darkness that spills from their souls, but Bruce knows it won't, and Jason now does too. Nothing could fix Jason, nothing could comfort him, nothing could stop the violent anger that burned within him, and now he had condemned his father to the same fate. As he sobbed he yelled, "Why didn't you kill him all those years ago?! Why did I have to claw my way out of my own grave to get you to care?! Why did I have to beg you to end the pain?!" He was mad, so mad, and it didn't go away when the Joker died, it just went deeper, rooted itself further into him, tore its way through his soul till the thing was rotten in pieces with grief. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right, this should have fixed things, this should have made things better, but it didn't, it wasn't fair. Quietly, no longer yelling, he whispers into his father's impenetrable suit of armour, "Why does it still hurt?" There's no answer, he doesn't expect one.

Soon he will break out of Bruce's hold, he will run and never look back, he will hide and he will cry for days, he will pray Bruce doesn't come looking, because if he has to see his father now, after what's happened, he may just die again.

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Father's Day

Title: Father’s Day Day: 30 Days of Drabbles, Day Prompt:  Father’s day Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 275  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G  Characters:  Leatherhead, Mortu Warning: NA Summary: Little Leatherhead has a gift for Captain Mortu    Notes:  My friend Storm sold me on the “Mortu is LH’s father figure” propaganda, and now I’m stuck here.     ffn || AO3

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Father’s Day

Mortu looked down at the paper card he held in the hands of his exosuit. It wasn’t evenly folded, things weren’t glue down well and were unevenly cut. The drawings and writing on it were clumsy at best. And it looked like a little bit of food or juice might have gotten on a corner.

“What is this?” he asked curiously, looking over at the small mutated crocodile that was looking up at him with hopeful eyes, his tail swishing anxiously, and the Utrom teacher hovering beside him.

“We have been studying Earth holidays, particularly ones of this country,” he said. “We recently studied Father’s Day and Leatherhead wanted to make a card for you. It seemed to be a good way to engage with the holiday and to practice his fine motor skills.”

Mortu knew that Leatherhead was still having some trouble with his fine motor skills, so he had to agree that this was a good use of them. He hadn’t expected to be given a gift as Leatherhead’s father, though.

Then again, he had been quite involved since the little crocodile’s mutation, making sure that he was getting all that he needed and was cared for. Like a father.

Ah.

Mortu knelt down so that his actual face was more eye level with the small boy. “Thank you. It is a wonderful gift.”

The boy’s eyes lit up, and he let out a chirp as he rushed forward to hug Mortu, rubbing his face on the Utrom. Mortu both closed the exosuit’s arms around him in a hug, and patted the boy’s face with his own tentacles.

Yes. A wonderful gift indeed.

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Okay, so Donatello definitely has a few signs around his lab/workshop.

The standard caution and hazard ones. Reminders about saftey gear/PPE.

Then there's the ones that are more personal, like:

A sign that at the top is number of days since last: and under that is multiple boxes like Explosion, Chemical Spill, Minor Injury ect, with different numbers.

A sign that has everyone's names and number next to it of how many items each individual has broken then asked Donnie to fix.

And a How many cups of coffee/cans of energy drink have you had today? With a list of like '1-2 that's good' and '20+...How Are You Alive?'

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TMNT 2003 | The Christmas Aliens

Hey, hey, Case! Watch the tree will ya - we don't want it damaged.

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remembering the time @jasonbabygirltodd took me to see tmnt last year and i drew them as blasians i was funny asf

anyway here’s a repost to commemorate (you can tell it’s old cause of the eyelashes)

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Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!)

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80's/90's anime aesthetic thing

hes talking to leo :]

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Hold their feet to the fire

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I know at least in the 2k3 series they have a favorite hot dog stand and "Mikey sure knows how to scramble an egg." Raph also likes root beer and mint chip ice cream.

Outside of Pizza, what kinds of foods do you think the Turtles would like?

Like around New York do the TMNT have like favorite places with different ethnicities like Latin American, Korean, Thai, Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Spanish, Italian, ect.

Or like specific foods like Sushi, Ramen, Pho, BBQ, Tacos, Gyros, maybe the random street cart/stall.

Like if April puts her food down about the Turtles mostly having just Pizza, and ask that they pick something else, how long will the argument go on, from what type of food to which place to get food from.

Like they know at least 5 Chinese Restaurants, but have different opinions on which is better.

Then again this probably depends on which area they live in since just because Bleeker Street (common point in many TMNT iterations) is in Lower Manhattan, doesn't mean the lair actually close to that street.

But then again I don't know every restaurant, cafe, diner, ect in New York.

Okay jumping topics sorry, my mind wandered while typing this out.

Half thinking about the TMNT getting like Grub Hub, Door Dash or something similar for some places that they don't have regular Delivery People at.

Or like someone who used to work at a Pizzeria that the Turtles regularly called for, starts working with one of these apps, and finds that they're getting orders to the same weird places as the Pizza Delivery dropoff for the TMNT.

They kinda think they may be cursed, up until They realize that these guys Tip GOOD! And pray they get these orders, because they know the good Tips. In Cash, not through the app. (Maybe Donnie thinks/knows the apps don't always pay well)

The legendary weird orders with in cash tips, are highly sought after among those who work with the Delivery Apps in the areas.

Have fun with my wandering rambling!

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Full fight scene with the Turtlebot from "What a Croc!" because it is absolutely fantastic between how smooth the animation gets and the creativeness of the fight scene (namely the part where the turtles switch weapons with one another.)

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To anyone wondering if it's worth it to tear down fascist posters or whatever. I spent a few months last year engaged in silent battle with another student at my school who was putting anti trans stickers up everywhere. I had it down to a system where every night I would walk the five block radius they went up in, and tear down all the ones I could reach, and use a stick to put duct tape over the others. Like, within hours of the stickers going up, I would have already purged the whole zone. I knew the basic schedule of whoever put them up based on when and where the stickers appeared. I probably could have found them in person if I'd wanted to. And I told all my classmates and friends what the stickers looked like and got them to rip them down too. And after a few months of this, the stickers slowed, and then stopped forever.

My point is, a lot of this fashy or right wing stuff is one local weirdo. And if you pay attention, and do a little light organizing with your friends, you can basically make their efforts into a giant sisyphisean exercise in misery. You control your streets!

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This.

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No no no, not a modern au, a modernist au. Your favourite characters are hanging around Tammany Hall, getting coked up in Weimar Berlin, and dying as martyrs for socialism on the front lines of the Spanish Civil War. They write stream of consciousness novels, direct avant garde cinema, and debate the merits of social criticism as a mode of revolutionary thought. Progress is celebrated, industry is glorified, and art is politicized. History becomes the titanic struggle between nations, races, or classes. Everywhere they go, everyone knows that a war of apocalyptic magnitude is coming but no one is willing to admit it. Worse still, the most prescient among them know that the conflagration on the horizon isn’t truly going to be the end. War will come and war will go, but the ideas and behaviours that make it inevitable will remain etched in the hearts of men who’ve killed the divine and constructed themselves as its replacement. They warn and no one will listen. The band will strike a jaunty tune and your faves will dance and drink and die. The coffee shops and florists and offices will become symbols of an ideology that strains under its own imperial ambitions until it breaks against the shore of history. In the modernist au, framing alone damns your blorbos to either be Kassandra or Agamemnon. Whether knowing or ignorant, the spectre of death looms over them regardless. You cannot write a happy ending to the modernist au because everyone already knows where modernism ends.

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I love my turtle son very much, yes

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No nuance, who is your overall favorite ninja turtle?

( Please reblog for a bigger sample size :D )

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Mure.

03 fans, come eat.

…huh

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I just found out that the voice actors for Raph, Mikey, and Casey from the 2003 cartoon are going to be at Rhode Island Comic Con and dudes, I. AM. FREAKING. OUT! Raphael is my biggest fictional crush and I have no idea if I should tell Greg Abby when I get his autograph that he voiced my ideal romantic partner or just *internally scream*