“Come on! Come on! What are you doing, Christ sake!”
I stop running and bend over my knees, wheezing, lungs tasting of blood. I spit onto the frosty grass and wipe my mouth, “Sorry sir…” I pant, “Tired.”
“Get yourself together, Turner,” Doherty roars, “your fitness has gone to shit. You hear me? Absolute shit.”
“I know, sir.”
“What’ve you been up to over the Christmas? Eating sweets I’d say. Drinking pints and eating a load of chocolates, was it?”
“I’m seventeen, I can’t have pints,” I point out, “legally.”
“Ah shurrup you,” he comes closer to berate me more while the other boys run circuits of the pitch, “You need to go on a proper diet, start hitting the gym.”
I wheeze out a thin laugh, “you calling me fat, sir?”
“I’m not calling you fat, I’m calling you unfit. If anything you’re too skinny.”
“Nah, I’m all lean, functioning muscle.”
“Well in that case I want to see ten more laps of the pitch. Prove it.”
It’s freezing. Light rain glitters under the floodlights and frost glazes every blade of grass on the field. I watch the other boys round the corner at the back of the pitch in a puff of their collective warm breath and sweat. I’m sweaty too, but still somehow cold, my hands like bricks of ice frozen to my wrists. Parents of the others line up behind the wire fence waiting to collect them.
“Respectfully, sir,” I say to Doherty, “There isn’t time left tonight.”
“Why do you have something smart to say about everything? You can stay until you’re done, it doesn’t matter how long it takes you because I can wait.”
“I have plans.”
Plans, Turner?” He says, as though I’ve admitted to having head lice, “What kind of plans would you have on a Tuesday night in January?”
“Very important ones,” I say vaguely, to which he purses his lips and hums with discontent, “This is more of it now, excuses, excuses, as always, isn’t that right?”
It’s painful to straighten up. I puff out a lungful of air, “Sir, I’m just so unfit. I think I’ll have to call it a night.”
The laugh he coughs out is lost in the sound of the team as they pass us in a thundering herd, “chancer,” he says, “you better have yourself together next week, Hit the showers.”
“Thanks sir.”
“Yeah, lay off the sweets this week!” He bellows after me.
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Grown Apart AU - Musical Style ✨
What is This Feeling from Wicked pretty perfectly encapsulates GA Donnie and Leo's first impressions of each other, so the musical nerd within me couldn't resist doing this (lol).
Context within the plot: After saving Mikey's life (by total coincidence), Donnie manages to infiltrate the Hamato residence as a spy, planning to capture the oozesquitos and hand them over to Big Mama, thus gaining her favor. Leo, however, sees through his act easily and has been keeping an eye on him since he arrived.
Due to circumstances outside of their control - i.e. Splinter's decision - the two of them are forced to share a room with each other, which neither party is particularly thrilled about.
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I just found out that, apparently, Grown Apart has made into the @tmntaucompetition preliminaries!!!! ASDFGHJKJH;!!
Thank you to anyone who sent in a nomination! I guess we can officially call this "propaganda" now, so look forward to seeing much more in the very near future!
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You know what, while I'm doing hot takes. And this one may be obvious considering I'm actively contributing to hosting the Solarpunk Aesthetic Week event but like.
Dear everyone who's constantly deriding the aesthetic portions of the solarpunk movement/genre; do you just not understand that being able to visualize the future you want is immensely important to being able to work towards it? Being able to get other people on board with it?
When I first got interested in Solarpunk, it wasn't for the hot leftist takes about the top ways to dismantle the government for the people, or top tips on how to build your own solar panel apparatuses. What brought me in? Visions of a hopeful future. I learned and began to love the rest as I dove deeper into solarpunk circles, but there is no denying that my first intro to it--and likely many people's first intro to it--was via the art and aesthetic spheres. The term 'solarpunk' was literally coined to refer to the aesthetic movement, and we've been building up from there ever since.
'When are people going to realize the aesthetic parts don't matter and what really matters is praxis--' dude, the aesthetic parts do matter. Inspiring people does matter. Showing people visions of a hopeful future is immensely important, it's why so many people join this movement. We see glimpses of what a hopeful future could look like, through beautiful art or riveting stories, we're inspired by things like stained glass and organic designs and statues and fashion concepts--and then we think to ourselves 'how can we help make this future happen?' And we learn the praxis and we work towards the goals and we share it with others because that's just how we work.
Seeing isn't always believing, but sometimes in order to believe in something with your whole heart, it helps to be able to visualize what you want. For yourself and for others.
So yes. The aesthetic parts of solarpunk do matter. Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.
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joelscruff -> @pedropeach 🍑
so! this past little while has certainly been a dumpster fire of a situation! but if anything, something good that has come out of it is that this was the final push i needed to finally make a new blog.
i've been wanting to do this for a while; some of you may already know (because of the amount of times i've complained about it lmao) that joelscruff is and always has been a sideblog. when i first created it i hadn't used tumblr in years and wasn't anticipating using it very much again, so instead of just making an entirely new blog i decided to just make a sideblog attached to my very old (and unused) main. but obviously once i realized there was a whole ass community on here for pedro and pedro character fic, i ended up sticking around and - as a result - being stuck as a sideblog.
unfortunately being a sideblog on tumblr is extremely limiting. i can't follow from this blog, send asks, or even like posts. it was only very recently that sideblogs were even able to reply to posts. it's always been extremely frustrating and for the longest time i've toyed with the idea of just making a new blog so i wouldn't have to deal with the sideblog limitations anymore. but of course i was hesitant because making such a big change and leaving behind what i've done on this blog is a difficult decision to make.
however, after the shit that's gone on the past week, how it's affected me, seeing how it's affected the people closest to me, and witnessing the love and kindness from others because of it - a fresh start just sounded like a really good idea. the fact that i am no longer limited by tumblr's sideblog rules is incredibly freeing and, frankly, all of this stuff has just left an extremely bad taste in my mouth and has left joelscruff feeling like a shell of sorts that i'd like to leave behind.
so, you can now find me at @pedropeach
it's bittersweet to leave this blog behind, but i will be keeping it up as an archive - none of my fics will be deleted. at this time i don't see myself reposting them to the new blog, nor do i see myself posting any fic for a little while in general. however, when i do decide to start posting fic again, my current series will continue to be updated over there as well as on my ao3.
so yeah! whether you want to follow the new blog is up to you! if you decide to say goodbye or stick around, i appreciate you and the time we spent together on this blog all the same. it was truly an incredible experience and i will cherish it forever. i love you 💖
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