#── ✰. ┊ jules : — HEADCANON. ❜

[zvdvdlvr]

thinkinf blue collar!simon thoughts…

welder!simon making you those pretty metal flowers. welder!simon who loves when you pack lunch for him because its so domestic and he’s out of the house by 0400 in the morning anyway. welder!simon who talks about you to all the down-to-earth guys that come through and have a job for him. welder!simon who always showers right when he gets home because he know how you get when he gets thise little curls of steel that latch onto his shirt on the couch or get dirt on the bed.

mechanic!simon who always gets your vehicle in and out before anyone else though possible. mechanic!simon who offers to fix things up at your house/apartment for free because he (wants to spend time with you) knows how expensive things are… and he is your friend, so why not just do it out of the kindness of his heart? mechanic!simon who is friends with you long enough to know your favorite animal/song, so he casually gets a tattoo of the animal silhouette/lyrics because he has tattoos anyway so why not get one that reminds him of you?

electrician!simon who always jumps to offer his work skills if you need. electrician!simon who always lets you know the latest gossip that he hears on the job if you want to know. electrician!simon who always calls you after a work accident/scare: he fell about twenty feet and landed on his back and his first thought was of you, simon got shocked by a live wire and asked for you to come cook him dinner because he burned through some skin tissue (and he knows you’d do it).

[teastyun]

‧₊˚ jealous!Abby headcanons

a/n: let me act all sassy on you so you can teach me in a lesson in private ♥

-> jealous!Abby who asks for your lipstick in the middle of a big party after seeing several people trying to hit on you, so she can leave kiss marks on your cheeks, neck and shoulders for everyone to see

-> jealous!Abby who's your biggest supporter and loves seeing you be so confident in revealing outfits, but all of the stares make her feel so agitated (if looks could kill, she'd have the highest kill count)

-> jealous!Abby who proudly touches you in all those revealing places on your body in public; you wear low cleavage? she squeezes your boobs occasionally like they're her personal stress balls; you wear some short skirt/shorts? she squeezes and massages your thighs like it's the most casual thing to do in public ♥

-> jealous!Abby who's hand is always on your body like a magnet; on you lower back, your belly, your hand, your arm, your ass, your thigh, basically anywhere that's in reach

-> jealous!Abby who kisses your hands when talking to you like you're her treasure, showing everyone that she pays attention solely to you

-> jealous!Abby who teasingly traces her fingers on your inner thighs beneath the table, while you're involved in a hot conversation with a few friends of yours, struggling to pay attention because of Abby's fingers grazing your clit

-> jealous!Abby who's all quiet and observing when your acting up in front of her friends, knowing you'll beg for forgiveness with her strap buried deep inside you later that night

-> jealous!Abby who is 100% a 'fix your attitude or I will' lesbian whenever you act up

-> jealous!Abby who's makes you sit in on her lap in public when your talking to a stranger she's dislikes, as her clothed strap grinds teasingly into your cunt; "oops, m'sorry babe," she whispers in your ear as she presses you down even harder

-> jealous!Abby who drags you into any bathroom, only to eat you out in your favourite position, knowing anyone walking past the door hearing your sweet sounds and her name escaping your lips like a prayer, "who's making you feel this good? tell me, princess."

╰┈➤ masterlist

[denkryn]

#gay gay homosexual gay

[channnel]

One of my personal headcanon that has been in my head for months is that- If Buck stayed to father Alan, James wouldn't be born.

[fungalittleweirdo]

All four 12 turtles first meetings/impressions headcanons pleeeeeaaassseee <3333

anything for pookie <333

2012 TMNT First Meetings Headcanons

Leo

i think he would be interested in keeping you safe if you're a civilian

if you're a criminal he might talk you down from doing crime first, if you don't listen to him though he will kick your ass

but back to if you're a regular person in new york– if you were in danger he would most likely defend you

and if you insist on keeping him company because he saved your life, he might get a little shy and embarrassed

are you hungry ? he'll get you an order of pizza gyozas as soon as possible

you're one of the few humans he's ever met, it's a little hard for him to socialise with you at first but then gets the hang of it

if you're interested in any of the things he's interested in he will ask about it

he might infodump about space heroes if you're not careful

if you let him, he might develop a silly little crush on you

sorry this leo first impression headcannon thing is purely spoopy fanservice

Raph

he'd think nothing of you if you're a civilian

if you're a criminal he'd beat your ass, no questions asked

but if you're insistent on talking to raph after he saves your life or whatever he'd get annoyed and ask why you want to talk to him so bad

but this is only if he's still with mona

if he hadn't been with mona at all or they broke up or whatever, he might be bored enough to have you around for company

he might end up venting to you if you listen to him for long enough

raph feels as though he's never listened to and to have someone so ready and willing to hear him ramble, it comforts him

you might become his favourite friend after a night of talking and getting to know one another

he also would like it if you wanted to watch him train and cheer him on, it helps dissolve his insecurities

Donnie

depends how you react to him when it comes to you being a civilian

as for you being a criminal ? he'd ask you why, how, when– he wants every little detail about the crime you're committing and the context behind it. he might not even want to kick your ass at all, maybe he just wants to talk.

now, if the turtle's saving your life and you're grateful like a normal person, thanking him and going on your merry way, he'd be proud of himself for handling whatever you tangled yourself with on his own.

if you make out his save as a knight-in-shining-armour-saving-his-princess situation ? he would get all flustered and embarrassed, falling for you hard if you give him any semblance of affection as thanks.

the mutant is starved for affection after all the years he's pined and yearned. crushing should be his middle name and it's not for crushing his enemies.

spending the rest of the night talking to him would probably mean him checking for wounds or if you got hurt.

he would worry about you no matter if your life was threatened or if someone just tried to steal your bag

haha you're the next april (whether you reciprocate or not is up to you)

Mikey

nah dude you're chill brah

bro's clueless if you're committing crime

but otherwise he'd fight whatever's threatening you then offer if you want to hang out with him

whether you agree or scream and run away it's your choice (but the latter isn't what you're here for, is it ?)

he'd take you to murakami's or some pizza place he knows of for food first

after eating you guys would go up to the rooftops and he'd try to show you tricks on his board

maybe try to flirt with you if he finds you easy on the eyes

you spending time with him kind of reassures him that he's not annoying like his brothers say he is, so you're making him feel better about himself just by keeping him company

he'd love to talk to you again !! definitely will call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you think pineapple belongs on pizza.

[tulip-simp-artist]

Horny Luci Thoughts 1

As someone with an MC (Eden) who starts out humble to a fault and then simps for Lucifer first out of ALL the characters... I agree Lucifer probably has more of a degradation kink BUT if you are humble to the point of being close to the virtue of humility, that man is all praise!

I refuse to believe he wouldn’t praise you over and over while fucking you for the first time because he is the Avatar of Pride. He LOVES humans falling to his sin and if that means fucking it into you? So be it! He will break that humble nature one way or another. This obviously goes hand in hand with his corruption kink.

[sunshines-child]

do you know how desperately I crave for Jules-Albert to be sentient. do you know how desperately I crave for Jules to see Nico as a son? For him to change the car he drives to cater Nico’s needs? He pulls up in a Porsche because he likes it but when he sees Nico trembling there like a horribly soggy cat malnourished and tired he changes to an rv-like care instead. So Nico can have some food and rest?

[jajatoc]

Smoking Room

(Aka. Harry's type)

Included Dolores/Dora because... something something eating (apricot flavoured) chewing gum to cover the smell of smoke etc etc

[fortnite-headcanons]

machinist x jules yuri <3

Fortnite Headcanon #408

[bbutterflies]

now hear me out. adrino tattoo artist/flower shop worker au. is this something.

YEAH!!! YEAH YEAH YEAH ITS SOMETHING!!!!

they…… oh they r gonna live in my brain forever….. isa ur the smartest person I know

[kaicubus]

Dating Jules Vaughn

warnings ✩° : fluff headcanons, angst headcanons, jules being toxic, cheating, mentions of drug use, cursing.

pairing ✩° : jules vaughn x gn!reader

authors note ✩° : I WANTED TO POST SOMETHING TO SHOW IM STILL ALIVE. getting stuff done tomorrow so i’ll be occupied, but trust in me...wayne stuff and aib coming soon...

- Jules is probably the most interesting person you’ll meet in your life time. That’s not to say you yourself aren't, it’s just that Jules is a very different kind of interesting. You like to describe her as if Luna Lovegood and Sailor Moon had a secret love child, because that’s exactly who she is.

- She’s the definition of spontaneous. The type to sneak into your backyard and climb up to your room just to show you a funny post by someone you both mutually dislike and laugh about it for the entire night, or the type to get up and start dancing out of no where. Dead wife trope kinda.

- Around you, Jules is seriously so clingy. She loves showing PDA and showing people you're hers and vice versa, there’s no problem if you start to feel insecure about being lesser than anyone else because Jules will always shoo that feeling away by holding your hand or kissing you in the halls.

- One thing you guys love to do together is each others makeup. If you like more subtle, natural looks, you’ll recreate them on her and she’ll recreate her favorite looks of her own or even go all out. Nights like those always end up in you two not taking each other seriously because you end up messing her eyeliner or she pokes your eye by accident.

- If you're not an anime fan, Jules converts you. But if you already are, you both will spend hours talking about old 90′s anime or new generation magical girl, slice of life, or psychological horror shows as well as your favorite characters and ships in each. If there’s a couple on screen, she’ll ask you which one you are and which one she is. Madoka and Homura for real...

- Jules could give less of a fuck what other people think of her. After what happened in front of Nate that one time early on, everyone’s already cautious around her, seeing her as a ticking time bomb before she goes off again and ends up hurting herself or someone else. But if someone fucks with you? They might as well consider themselves dead at that point because they're next on her hit humiliate list.

- I don’t really see Jules being loyal. Obviously. So when you guys have an argument or you accidentally ignore her for too long, she gets really insecure or intoxicated and ends up cheating on you with either one of her friends or one of yours. At first, you didn’t know and when she ends up telling you when things die down and everything’s back to normal, she tries to play it off like it wasn't that big of a deal.

- You guys go on multiple breaks but always end up back with each other.

- Very honest when she wants to be, though sometimes it’s hidden beneath a condescending or unsure laugh. She just can’t handle people being boring, even if it comes to you.

“Maybe you shouldn't wear that, Y/n...”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Uhmmmm...haha...never mind! Keep it on, you look great!”

- Being close to Jules also means you're close to her dad. He treats you like you're his kid, always lets you stay at their house if you want, feeds you, and sometimes even pays for things you want. Jules gets embarrassed but she knows how much he cares and loves that you two get along.

- Always going to parties and getting wasted together or being the only sober one, taking care of Jules.

- You are her safe haven, a judge free zone where she can relax and say what’s on her mind.

[zvdvdlvr]

— Morning Smoke

💜 — Synopsis. You knew you had a thing for the one person who had a clear distaste towards you. But maybe having a wet dream about him- while sleeping in the same room as him- was probably a good thing.

💜 — Warnings. Rushed writing. Unedited. Dry humping. Clothed grinding. Reader and Spencer smoke cigarettes.

One year, eleven months, and six days. Thats how long you’d been working for the BAU catching serial killers, bombers, and rapists by observing every detail if their crime. You’re a valuable asset to the team, your brain working on the same page as the rest of the team with just a different design. 

During your time at the BAU, you recieved many titles. Caffeine fiend(Aaron), best friend(Penny), mama (Derek), and idiot- affectionately- (Emily). The only person that hadn’t called you anything other than your first or last name, or agent was Spencer Reid.

There was a barrier between the two of you- unspoken, of course, but there was just some kind of wall seperating you from him. You didn’t blame Spencer for keeping you at at arm’s length: you were just some new agent who would eventually transfer. Admittedly, it hurt when Spencer politely uninvited himself from the activities you went along with. And it felt like a gut punch when Spencer chose the farthest seat from you on the jet and chose to move away from you while giving profiles to the police. But you figured he had his reasons.

“Y/n,” Emily murmured, nudging your arm. You looked up, bleary eyes focussing on the dark haired woman in front of you. You blinked.

“What’s- hey!” You cried out indignantly as Emily snatched the cold cup if coffee you had started to reach for. “Emily.”

“It’s time to go back to the hotel. Hotch’s orders,” the dark haired woman said, nodding to the team behind you.

You nodded. “Okay.” You stood up and hastily tucked papers into the manilla folder you were working on. “I’m ready.”

“Put those files down, y/n,” Hotch commanded, raising a tired eyebrow in your direction. “If I’m tired, you have to be a dead woman walking.”

You put the file down and pulled your coat on without protest. You’d only actually seen Hotch exhausted a handful of times. And Hotch was right: you did feel like you were about to fall over. Maybe having an iron deficiency and drinking coffee off an empty stomach wasn’t a very pleasant experience…

The ride to the hotel was over in a blink of an eye- a really ling blink apparently. You hadn’t even known you had reached the hotel until the inevitable and only boy genius Spencer Reid shook your shoulder gently to wake you up. Truly, you thought you were dreaming when you opened your eyes and Spencer’s face surrounded by a mat of curly hair greated you. His furrowd eyebrows relaxed when you looked around.

“Let’s go, l/n. You’re rooming with me,” Spencer told you after locking the car.

If you were in the right state of mind, you probably would have bent over giggling from the way Spencer put his arm around you as he led you into the building. But you weren’t so you just rested your head in the juncture if his shoulder and neck. He smelled good for someone who’d been awake for God knows how long. If you concentrated you thought you could feel the heat of his palm around you, moving in teeny tiny circles.

By the time you reached the bedroom you were practically unconscious in Spencer’s arms, yours and his go-bag around Spencer’s other arm. Spencer gently set you down on the bed closest to the door and put your go-bag in the bed beside you. “You should probably get changed, but I know how tired you are. I’ll shower tonight so you can shower tomorrow,” he explained, brushing a baby hair out of your line of sight. “Goodnight.”

“G’night, Spence,” you mumbled, eyes caught in the way Spencer’s lips moved and twitched. He was an expressive man when he was tired, and you caught the rare smile that graced his lips.

You hoped you would remember the blush on his cheekbones that matched the color of his lips when you woke up the next morning.

Birds chirped. The bright sun shone through the blinds of your home, patterning your room with strips of orangey-yellow. You turned over and saw him.

“Hey, you,” Spencer greeted. His hand came to rest gently on your cheek and pull you up to his pink lips. Your leg fluidly moved to straddle Spencer’s right leg.

Breathlessly you muttered a “good morning” before your hand tangled in Spencer’s curly hair, tugging his head down to meet your desperate kisses.

Spencer moved his thigh up to rub harshly on your core. You gasped sharply and ground down to meet Spencer’s thigh. “Oh fuck,” you whispered, watching Spencer’s back arch as you palmed the massive tent in his pants.

A strangled cry left your lips when Spencer’s massive hands fell onto your hips and controlled your movements. “That’s my girl,” Spencer growled, your hands feeling up Spencer’s chest and tracing the curves and lines of his neck. As your orgasm approached, your hands grasped Spencer’s face and harshly pulled him into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you murmured, eyes fluttering closed.

“Y/n,” Spencer murmured, voice low.

“Fuck,” you cursed. “Jus’ like that,” you slurred.

“Y/n,” Spencer repeated, one hand sliding up to your shoulder.

Your jaw clenched and your hips jerked violently.

“Y/n.”

You shot up in bed, sweat soaking your forhead and hair. You looked around wildly, chest heaving. 

In front of you sat Spencer Walter Reid, eyes beady with sleep. “Are you okay? You sounded like you were having a nightmare-?”

“Fuck, fuck,” you whispered, running a hand through your hair. “I’m- yeah I’m alright. I just-“ you exhaled. “Go back to bed, Reid, I’m alright.”

“A-Are you sure?”

You wanted to groan. The ruins of a spoiled orgasm simmered away in your blood. “Yes. I just- Yeah it was a nightmare. I’m gonna- go get ready.”

“L/n, it is 4 o’clock in the morning.”

You thanked the dark lighting for concealing the dark patch of your pants due to your arousal. “It’s- Please go back to bed.”

“Talk to me,” Spencer pleaded, grabbing your hand.

“It’s nothing, Reid. There’s nothing to talk about. Go to bed.”

“It’s a proven fact that people who discuss their nightmares with someone increase their happiness and healing process by more than 50%,” Spencer rushed.

“Reid it’s embarrassing. I can’t-“ you shook your head. “I’ll- please, Reid.”

The moonlight glinted in his eyes as he searched you for answers he knew you wouldn’t give him. “Are you- y/n. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Your jaw tightened and you looked away. Your thighs burned- you must have been humping the blanket between your thighs. “Reid, you don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

You threw your hands up. “I know you don’t like me, Reid. It’s kind of obvious, so I’m just saying that you don’t need to have a therapy session because we’re rooming together.”

Spencer genuinely looked offended. “I don’t hate you,” he murmured. “I never have.”

You scoffed and stood up, dream completely forgotten. “Could have fooled me, Reid. Go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You left Spencer on your bed, bringing your go-bag to the tiny bathroom.

— 💜

After scrubbing you skin raw you finally exited the shower and pulled your hair into a braided updo before pulling on some clean clothes.

The sky was still dark when you exited the hotel, cigarette box in hand.

You sat in the ground, smart enough to know not to willingly wander too far outside of the vicinity of the rest of the team while at an unfamiliar location. “Goddamnit,” you murmured, lighting up a cigarette and watching the sun start to stain the concrete.

Visions of dead bodies filled your mind. Empty coffee cups getting tossed into a trash can, bloodstained hands as you ushered a victim away from the unsub, the ringing in your ears after an SUV blew up near you. When you joined the BAU you hadn’t known that every day you looked into the eyes of those possessed by evil, you would lose a part of your soul trying to save each and every person you saw.

But the team had it’s pros. A group of people you mostly called family, good pay, paid sick leave, mostly free flights, a badass title, and introduction to some very fine specimens (read: Spencer Walter Reid).

Speaking of Spencer, you were thinking of the conversation you both had. ‘I don’t hate you. I never have’. You snorted and lit another cigarette, holding the smoke in your lungs until familiar white spots danced in your vision.

“Y/n.”

You looked up. Spencer stood near you, hands fidgeting. You could see his eyes avoiding yours and suddenly you felt like laughing. After all of this time thinking one of the hottest people you’d ever met hated you, he was standing- nervous- in front of you. “Yeah?”

Spencer sat beside you. “Didn’t know you smoked,” he tried, looking towards the rising sun.

“You refused to make comversation with me for about a month when I started,” you said lowly. When Spencer sighed beside you, you added “I don’t normally. Just when… things happen.”

Spencer nodded. “Oh.”

Silence fell over the two of you as you exhaled. You offered the cigarette to Spencer, raising an eyebrow when he accepted.

“I want to talk to you,” Soencer said finally, snuffing out the cigarette.

You lit another one. “So talk.”

“Well, I… I’m sorry.”

When Spencer didn’t say anything for another few seconds, you turned to him. “Is that all?”

Spencer dropped his head into his hands. “Look, I knew I was keeping you at arm’s length. I thought… I thought keeping you away would make sure that I didn’t…” Spencer sighed.

“Reid, I need tou to really spell it out for me. I can’t keep dancing around your riddles,” you said, facing the sun.

“I love you, y/n. I thought that if I didn’t talk to you, let these feelings grow… Maybe I could harbor my attraction to you.” 

You felt your heart skip in your chest.  “You didn’t consider telling me this? What if I felt the same?”

Spencer looked at you, a confused look in his eyes. “You didn’t like me like that and I couldn’t force you to love me too. You’re way too good for me anyway.”

“I do,” you reply, nodding. “And I’m not too good for you, Spencer. If anything, you should find better than me.”

Prolonged eye contact and silence fell over the both of you.

“Ask me now, Spencer. Make up for lost time.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Spencer lips at your request. “Do you like me like I like you, y/n?”

You nodded, mirroring Spencer’s smile. “I do like you the way you like me, Spencer.”

“Does that mean I can kiss you?” Spencer asked immediately, eyes dropping to your lips.

You closed the distance between the two of you, hand sliding up the nape of Spencer’s neck to tangle in his curls. Spencer’s lips were skilled, leaving you wanting more as he pulled away.

“So, about that dream I had earlier,” you started.

A sly smirk replaced the smile on Spencer’s face. “I knew what you were dreaming about, I just couldn’t stand listen to you knowing how weird it would be for me to face you at work the next morning.”

You felt your face warm up at Spencer’s words. “Oh. Well. Sorry for waking you up, then.”

Spencer just shrugged. “I’m not- you sound very nice. I guess I will admit the fact that I told you about talking about your dreams was completely false. I just wanted to pry.”

You shook your head with laughter, the sun peeking up even further in the sky.

[teastyun]

*ੈ personal trainer!Abby headcanons

a/n: in need a buff blonde that can make me sweat, sore and breathless pls 🥰 masterlist

-> personal trainer!Abby who's shift starts with doing a warm up along you and ends with her between your legs in the locker room, eating you out until no drops are left

-> personal trainer!Abby who always spots you as an excuse to touch you in public (when she's horny, she would only do booty exercises and grope your ass when no one's looking); "is it just me or did your butt gain some muscle?" *slaps your ass*

-> personal trainer!Abby who tries to maintain professional nonetheless by concentrating on helping you with your exercises, but would occasionally take a peek of your cleavage or flexing abs peeking underneath your tight shirt

-> personal trainer!Abby who always praises you for your hard work and calls you her good girl

-> personal trainer!Abby who loves seeing you all sweaty and moaning from exhaustion after exercises, although she wishes she's the reason for the hot state you're in

-> personal trainer!Abby whose jaw tenses and brain circuits every time you take your wet sticky shirt off

-> personal trainer!Abby who can't concentrates when your hard nipples peak through your gym wear (she wants to pinch them, suck them and squeeze them while you exercise)

-> personal trainer!Abby who loves to make you do specific exercises that stimulate friction in your area below, knowing you hate it when she does them in the middle of y'all's session, only to fuck the built up frustration out of you afterwards in the shower

-> personal trainer!Abby who's not only an aftercare queen in bed, but also after the gym, massaging and rolling your sore muscles and carrying you up and down the steps after leg day

calling dibs on Abby only having those big ass arms because of how fucking hard it is to French braid long hair without having sore muscles afterwards,,

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

jules creating the gauntlets to conceal midas' golden touch is healing her inner child

[channnel]

Saw the new designs.. Might as well post this, thing has been on my tab for months.

[fungalittleweirdo]

ROTTMNT 60s AU !!!

UHHHH JUST WANTED TO PUT THIS OUT THERE WHILE I'M STUCK IN DENIAL ABOUT MY WRITER'S BLOCK

raph

please this man has SOUL

he sings in clubs in new york, he has a record coming out in '67 with his band Raphael and The Digg

his brothers didn't feel like joining the band, so it's up to some talented musician girls he met without a trained main vocalist (digg, with prairie dog, honey badger, and groundhog)

they're super popular in harlem and they make it to charts

raph meets other motown records signees and they always find he's the gentlest of giants

he and his band DESERVES a grammy

leo

he's a surfer !!!

he loves competing in surfing tournaments in long island

the boy's a legend, other surfers think he's a fish at first

if he didn't have separation anxiety for his brothers (a post-kraang headcanon) he would have gone to the west coast where the real competitions are (they never feel like leaving new york for very long)

for now he's happy surfing the coast of long island

he loves when todd surfs with him, his favourite part is the lemonade he gets afterwards

donnie

donatello is OBSESSED with the space race

he managed to hack nasa for rocket blueprints

he got caught and they asked him if he was a communist but there was no found evidence that proved he was so he was let go and his name was cleared

he managed to improve the blueprints he got his hands on and built more efficient rockets, then he used computing tech to make his very own battleshell

he has a super-powered telescope he nicknamed shelldon

donnie predicted the states would win the space race in 1965 because it had something to do with the war, i myself don't know how he used that data point to draw a conclusion

mikey

mikey is such a hippie he has mugshots of his charming smiling face framed to prove it

very anti-war, very pro-civil rights movement, pro-dope and lowkey anti-united states government

he was at the stonewall riots !!!!!

he not only fought for human civil rights, but for mutants too, so that he and his brothers could be acknowledged as citizens

humans turned into mutants are already citizens, but the mistreatment they get is unfair and mikey chose to be a leading pioneer for mutant rights

leo (hesitantly) opened portals for mikey in the south so that he could stand with people of colour in their trying times

misc notes !!

lou jitsu was popular in golden age hollywood, he won many accolades for his films until big mama made it look like he was signed to stay in the battle nexus

jupiter jim films are actually westerns, his name is junebug jim instead

big mama is a big mafia boss woman regardless of the era she's in, though her battle nexus is televised for all ages

instead of becoming criminals, mutants follow mikey's lead protesting for mutant/yokai rights and new york is the first city to acknowledge it

the turtles' beach parties are insane, there's always some people other than the siblings lingering around at midnight

april is the best reporter out there, she reports on the turtles' exploits all the time and she makes mad BANK over it (successful 60s black woman slay)

the foot clan is a cult a lot like the manson family, the turtles hate their guts

baron draxum does the same thing he always did, brood in his lab trying to destroy the humans (that is until mikey gets through to him)

sr. hueso's run of the mill pizza is still the turtles' favourite pizza spot, though the establishment is beachside because he's on good terms with his brother, who mainly does imports

casey jr. is a star hockey player, he also avoids the draft because he's from the future, so the government doesn't have his records

but cass protests against the war with mikey whenever she can, she's also anti-war

donnie also managed to be the first mutant on the moon by his own means, it's been a childhood dream since he saw laika's launch in sputnik 2

aight that's all i have for now, i hope you enjoyed !!