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Turtles and their outfits

song: jojo pose by apollo fresh

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end game // taylor swift ft. ed sheeran & future

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*unidentifiable screeches*

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Softshell Turtle stretch

(source)

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Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles | Jupiter Jim, Ahoy!

→  Raphael & Donatello

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notthedumbone​:

“Nobody said anything about being sane” Barrel’s smile turned a bit wild, a twinkle in his eye. “I’m just trying to have some fun” He gave a wink. 

“That’s what they tell me” Barrel shrugged, returning the other lollipop’s to his pocket. “But you still took it” He took his own out of his mouth and tapped the air with it, as if to make a point. “Name’s Barrel, and I will get you to let me blow myself up someday” 

Donnie wasn't sure what he was expecting from the other guy, but the wink wasn't it. Huh. « I mean— I guess you have a point. » Was it a possibility to subtly put his sunglasses on or would that be too obvious that he was trying to hide? « Still— sanity or a pyrotechnics liscense are required. Mostly the latter. »

He scoffed a bit of that. « Uh, yeah. What kind of man of science would I be if I didn't Doctor Jekyll anything questionable to find out if it was safe? A boring one, that's what. My degree says mad scientist, not boring scientist. It was more a point about how weird you look offering candy. »

He couldn't help himself, he was too impatient for suckers and had already bitten his in half with a crack. He moved the half still attached to the stick to the side of his mouth. « Barrel, huh? Donatello. Oh, I can let you blow yourself up. I just can't do it on company time. Also I need to print out a waiver, soooooo. »

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“But what a way to go” He looked up with a half-smile, as if imagining something beautiful. 

Barrel watched as the other seemed to freeze for a moment and another smile crossed his face, forming around the dumdum that was now in his mouth. “Ya, you want one?” He reached into his pocket and held up three more, a pink one, a purple one and a blue one. “You seem like a purple guy” Barrel pushed the purple one up. 

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« You know, that’s not convincing me you’re sane enough to handle professional-class fireworks. »

He was almost annoyed by the smile that encased the dum-dum, how carefree and easy it was. But again, caught off-guard by an offered lollipop. And the pinning of his colour. « I— uh— I mean I am. How could you tell? » Might’ve had to do with all the purple on you, Don. He took it, a bit cautiously, and unwrapped it. « You know this doesn’t mean I’m letting you set off a firework, right? And candy from a stranger is sus, you are also aware of that? » He still stuck it in his mouth anyway. He was admittedly fond of grape.

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Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles | Mystic Mayhem

Just like I planned it!

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A smirk crossed Barrel’s face, the other guy looked kind of cute, glaring with his hip out, Barrel could tell it wasn’t going to be hard to rile him up. “I’m not asking to take one, I’m just asking to set one off, Mama doesn’t lose any money, no one knows and you get to know that you made some idiot’s life” He gave another grin. “It can be our little secret” Barrel winked. 

“Besides, if it kills me or singles my face off, you get to know that you were right” He’d taken a dumdum out of his pocket and unwrapped it, bopping it on Donnie’s nose before he stuck it in his mouth. 

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« Except for when your body parts rain down on guests, cos you don’t know what you’re doing. » He still wasn’t convinced. Nor was he swayed— he was very used to hearing this sort of begging and pleading from his brothers.

« Of course I’m right. I’m always right. » Donnie was ready to continue arguing, ready to continue justifying his case, but when the other unwrapped a dum-dum and booped his nose with it, he froze, short-circuiting. « I— wait, what just happened. » He blinked, rubbing at the tip of his nose with the back of his wrist. « Did you just— was that a dum-dum? »

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how would their ideal holiday be spent? & do they have any holiday traditions?

how would their ideal holiday be spent?

capturing santa claus. he knows that bitch is out there and he's gonna take him down. however, his dad has banned him from setting traps (because dad gets stuck in them every time). still does it anyway. gets grounded every time. really tho, any holiday with his family is good enough for him.

do they have any holiday traditions?

the holidays consist of custom gifts for all his brothers and dad that he overworks himself on; an elaborate and usually dangerous trap for santa claus that their father usually gets stuck in because he can’t resist cookies; and a giant ham pizza that they share on christmas eve while watching lou jitsu’s fight before christmas and home alone 2: lost in new york.

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“Ya, duh, that’s the point” Barrel rolled his eyes and continued following the firework man when the passerby wasn’t helpful. “I’ve set off fireworks before, I mostly know what I’m doing” He gave a grin, as if that would help his case. “I don’t want a sparkler, I have sparklers, and I don’t need the three-three-fives, I’m looking to get my hands on the eleven-elevens” His grin widened, even though he didn’t have the slightest idea what a three-three-five was or if an eleven-eleven was a thing, but he was hoping his misplaced confidence would make it seem like he at least had an idea. 

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« There’s a difference between setting off fireworks, and setting off fireworks. » He tabled his hands down, jutting a hip out with a furiously unimpressed look on his face. « One might singe your face off, the other will kill you. » He tilted his head at that, squinting, then snorted and turned back to the fireworks, giving the person at the top of the lift the all-clear, his arm straight out to the side. « Yeah buddy, continue to convince yourself you know what you’re talking about. You’re not gonna get these ‘works. Besides, Big Mama would have my head. She paid for all of these, she’s using all of these. » He was all for borrowing-without-asking, but borrowing-without-asking from his employer, who thus far had been very impressed with his work? No thanks.

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Donnie looked thoroughly unimpressed with the man following him around, the crate of fireworks in his arms feeling heavier with each irritating question. His brows dropped even further. This wasn’t his specific assignment, but he was used to working with explosive materials, so he’d been permitted to help. He ignored him for the moment, reaching the lift and setting the crate down on top of it, before swinging around, looking at the other with his hands on his hips and his brows set down. « Uh— no. You do realize fireworks are explosives, right? And these are aerial shells. They’re a little more difficult to work with than a sparkler. » The other tried to involve a passerby, so he rolled his eyes, and turned back to the box, strapping it into the lift. « I can give you a sparkler. But I’m not letting you touch any of the three-three-fives. »

“Come on, just one, just one of the fireworks” Barrel followed behind one of the pyrotechnicians who had been brought in for the celebration. “It can’t be that hard, just like, light a match and pop there it goes” The man was trying to ignore Barrel but he’d been following him around for a while, he did not give up easily. “Nobodies even gonna care, I’m sure they don’t have a problem with it” He gestured randomly to a person walking past. The tech rolled his eyes, and quickened his pace. “Come on man!” Barrel called after him and turned to the passerby. “This guy” 

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‘ Donnie you can’t do this, Donnie you can’t do that. ‘ The lanky tech wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue at the non-existent Big Mama who had ambushed him in the hallway to his family’s room, her smile calculated and her fingers doing that wiggly thing. She’d explained to him in no uncertain terms that she’d ‘appreci-ficate’ if he would wear something with less chains while on the clock, as she’d gotten a complaint about a hooligan scaling one of the buildings. In reality, it had been him, going to fix a rain gutter, but his attire hadn’t been professional enough according to her.

As if it made a difference whether he scaled a building in slacks, or a crop top. He’d ‘appreci-ficate’ it if she’d use real words, first off. Second off, it was annoying as hell to do physical labour in a button-down and dress slacks.

So that was probably why he heard someone approach while he was checking his work orders, heard and recognized the voice, but realized they didn’t recognize him. He waited a moment, for dramatic effect, before flopping his head back over his shoulder to take a peep at Marie. « Do I really look that different, ‘Rie? » He turned fully around, turning off the screen on his bracer. « But you’ve intrigued me. What we looking at? » He scooched closer, peering over her shoulder.

the paper in her hand crumpled slightly as her fingers clenched around it, a pout melting away the smile she’d been wearing up until the current point. she’d been working away at trying to figure out the clues for the scavenger hunt in a bid to kill time before heading to the wine tasting, but what had started as a simple way to pass the time had turned into something much more serious as her drive to win took over. the only issue ? she couldn’t, for the life of her, decipher this next hint. it really just didn’t .. click. and she was left huffing and pouting, clutching the handout like it’d purposely spurned her for its own enjoyment. tapping her foot against the stone path impatiently, she cast another irked glance down at the piece of paper, resolving to find a worker. it  wasn’t  cheating. maybe they’d just handed her the wrong paper.

she took off in the direction nearest the lodge, and the second she laid eyes on someone in uniform, she made a beeline for them.  “  i’m really sorry to bother you,  ”  she started, adopting her most honeyed tone, lips curving around the words in another beguiling smile.  “  but i’m having a little bit of trouble figuring this clue for the scavenger hunt out. do you think you could give me hand ? ”

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« Uh, no one asked you to take care of me. So don’t worry about it. I got shit to do. » Could Donnie have just told her that he was there to repair one of the lights for the lock-out pen? Sure, but where was the fun in that? So he hauled himself further up, swinging a leg over the top of the fence in preparation to move to the roof of the enclosure.

“  this is just your daily reminder that my job description involves taking care of the animals, not the people who pretend they don’t see all the signs posted that say  do not climb onto the ledge of the enclosure.  if you fall in, you can find your own way out.  ”  that’s about as close to saying  fuck around and find out  as she can get while on the clock.