#he qualifies for orange bc he is orange

[sage-nebula]

Honestly I think Tails should enter and win all the color competitions. Let him be a rainbow fox. The official mascot of Pride. This fox can fit so many colors in him.

[hannieehaee]

Seventeen and the orange peel theory

orange peel theory

content: established relationship, fluff, etc.

wc: 860

a/n: it was fun trying to get a read on them for this hehe some of them were hard though 😭

masterlist

seungcheol -

he takes care of any and every single thing for you. even the most ridiculous of tasks, he does for you. you have a tiny little bit of coffee still on your lip? he wipes it with a napkin. missing a straw on your drink? goes back to the counter and gets one for you. you ask for an orange? that's child's play to him. the orange would be peeled without even so much as one look from you.

jeonghan -

he didnt know about the theory, nor would he think too much into a simple request of being handed an orange, so he wouldnt really think of peeling it for you. however, he loved sharing food with you, so he would probably peel it knowing the two of you would share it as you usually shared every meal. would technically have peeled it for you, but not entirely.

joshua -

he'd know you were testing him the moment you asked for an orange. he's seen the tiktoks. he knows about the metrics he needs to meet to qualify as a good boyfriend. yet he would play dumb just to see you pout at him as you believed him to fail the test. wouldn't let it go for too long before letting you in on the joke and promising to even plant you a whole orange tree if necessary.

jun -

would peel it without even realize he was peeling it. blissfully unaware of the trend, so he'd be kinda confused as to why you looked so happy as he handed you a peeled orange. when you explained it to him he'd roll his eyes at the thought of any boyfriend whose first instinct wasnt to peel the orange for their s/o.

soonyoung -

he wouldn't think of peeling it at first, simply handing it to you as you asked and thinking nothing of it. only a few seconds later would the thought snap into his head, causing him to snag the orange right from your hand and going 'oh! let me peel it for you!', rushedly peeling the orange before placing it back in your hands.

wonwoo -

also would not peel it, not thinking anything of it (also, you didnt ask, so it didnt come to mind). if you asked him to peel it, though, he'd do it without question, which would lead to a habit of peeling any and every peelable fruit for you from then on.

jihoon -

wouldn't even think of peeling it for you, but not in a malicious way. he just wouldnt think of it as an important detail. if you explained the theory to him, he'd roll his eyes and claim it was a stupid measure of love. he's written far too many love songs about you for a stupid orange to put his love for you into question.

seokmin -

you want an orange? how about a peeled orange? how about a mouth-fed, peeled orange? he'd even do lil sound effects as he guided every piece into your mouth and encouraged you to eat. would ask you afterwards if you wanted another orange. bc he can get you one if you want. unless you want some other fruit? he can get you any snack you want, you dont even have to ask.

mingyu -

not only did he get you the orange and peel it for you, but he proceeded to buy you oranges every once in a while, assuming you must enjoy oranges. he'd be unaware of the theory, simply being a natural at taking care of his loved ones and babying them in every possible instance.

minghao -

he's seen the tiktoks and knows about the trend (which he found kinda silly), so he'd give you a knowing smile as he went to grab the orange you asked for, peeling it as he walked back to you. would call you silly and give you a kiss on the forehead while you happily ate your orange.

seungkwan -

you wouldnt even have to ask for the orange in the first place. he would hand feed you pieces of tangerine every day, arguing that he needed to make sure you ate your daily dosage of fruits every single day. whoever invented this theory did not take boo seungkwan's existence into consideration.

vernon -

very similarly to wonwoo, he would not peel it unless you asked, not wanting to assume that you wanted something you did not ask for. if you asked him, though, he would peel it and ask if you wanted him to peel your fruits from now on. you'd have to remind him about it once or twice in the future, but he'd always do it without complaint.

chan -

he'd consider peeling the orange for you, but would think that maybe you wouldnt want him touching the fruit. i mean, if he asked someone for a banana he'd expect to be handed a banana with its peel intact. this was kinda the same, right? well, no. he would notice your dejected look immediately and ask you what was wrong. when you explained, he'd apologize and explain his logic, showing himself to have passed the test on a technicality.

[loving-n0t-heyting]

Stumbled upon this rattish academic philosopher(?) with a substack complaining about how the "far left" are not willing to try and persuade ppl of their points of view on contentious topics like palestine and instead rely on purely emotional histrionics, citing as evidence that he spent 20min(!?) trying to confront random student protesters about their opposition to israel. Me fuming about this is maaaaybe a version of unproductive hunting for a guy online to get mad at but this is definitely a sentiment i have heard before, that the far left in particular is disinclined to argument and persuasion

My instinct every time someone says this shit is to ask, Have you ever flipped open a copy of jacobin? There are plenty of ppl on the "far left" willing to make this that or the other "case" for their pov if you actually seek out those arguments in the venues typical of lengthy political arguments. The domain of "arguments for why israel is bad and was a mistake" is famously about as richly inhabited as any on any topic. And if you want further left than jacobin (which has an editorial line that would absolutely still qualify as far left from this guys perspective), leninist pamphleteers and anarchist zine-writers are notoriously happy to provide. Some random university encampment foot soldiers arent likely going to be the ones doing that for the same reason the median participant at a hillary rally is not going to be the most eloquent apologist for centrist-wing democrats and an arbitrarily selected guy with a ron paul bumper sticker will not be particularly compelling when speaking on behalf of a return to the gold standard, theres nothing special about the student activists position on the political spectrum here other than thst ppl seem disproportionately likely to expect every "purple-haired androgynous man wearing a shirt that says [queers] for Palestine" to do the job of a professional editorialist for their faction while allowing for intellectual division of labour on others

If you talk to a Curtis Yarvin-type monarchist about the optimal government, they’ll argue about it for hours on end. Neoreactionaries were famous for writing absurdly long articles going back and forth with those who disagreed with them. Because they were fringe, because most people disagreed with them, they didn’t have the presumption that challenging them was gauche or indicative of moral failing. They were willing to get down dirty and argue.

No, man, mencius moldbug was "famous for writing absurdly long articles going back and forth with those who disagreed with" him. I remember the neoreactionary randos when that fad was still ongoing, and they spent most opportunities for debate instead being loudly self pitying. Which is not even really that much of a dig bc "highly articulate propagandist" will be an extreme minority in any political movt larger than a small friend circle of curious eccentrics, that is the whole point! You have to compare apples to apples, and instead of even looking for any you are deliberately hunting down the aisle for oranges and shaking yr head in disapproval

[analoceits]

thinking abt analogical in the context of logans potential corruption/orange side arch bc jesus. they make me want to EXPLODE. virgil is really the only side in logans corner rn who gets what he’s going through.

hes been there. hes been stuck between the dark sides and the light sides, hes felt villified and ignored for pointing out the obvious. this is something that he is uniquely qualified in understanding.

like. this is canon too. remember the lntas convo?

“youre lost. [im right here?] its okay, [youre acting weird] i was lost once too.”

virgil is honestly the only side i imagine he trusts. patton and roman have been cold at best as of recent. and even janus and remus who logan has been growing closer with have been trying to egg him on into an outburst for their own reasons.

but virgil, in all their recent interactions to my memory has been kind. he stuck up for him at the end of wtit, even if it was small and just recently he got him a very good gift.

instead of getting upset whenever logan assumed the worst of him he just.. patiently waited for him to figure it out himself. which i cant imagine couldve been fun for anxiety. even when logan invited his two least favorite sides to christmas - he didn’t bother him for it.

so yeah. i love them.

[neptunescore]

The way people just suddenly have a collective amnesia of all the the times when the team asked Oscar to let Lando through without a fight is so disappointing. Now fans are just accusing him of not being a good team mate or not thinking of the team. It’s insane. How did Oscar react every time the team asked him to let Lando pass? Did he throw a tantrum? Did he negotiate over the radio? Did he make it hard? No, he literally just followed orders. And everytime this was brought up to them in interviews, what were their answer? Their answer has always been along the lines of “right now it’s not about racing each other. It’s about scoring for the team. It’s about maximizing results. because we dont have the fastest to compete for race wins yet. BUT when we do, that’s when we can race each other for wins.”

And that has always been the position they have taken as a team. Fans are deliberately misconstruing Oscar’s words. Saying that in the interview, Oscar said he wants to win while Lando said he wants 1-2 for the team. So of course that automatically means Oscar is only thinking of himself while Lando is the team player. Like really? You sure about that? You really got all that based on an interview? It’s so strange.

Oscar has never shied away from saying that once they have the car to win races, he’s going to race Lando for wins. That was their goal last year. That was their goal in the beginning of the season. That was what he was counting on when he let Lando through w/o a fight in his home race in Melbourne.

But dont you guys worry, Andrea has just come out and basically say that from now on, team orders prioritizing Lando’s WDC win will be implemented. So Oscar now will come to the remaining 8 races only as an instrument to Lando’s races. And it does not look like Red Bull’s car will get any faster significantly so that’s basically a Lando WDC guarantee. What a happy papaya team.

Honestly yeah, Oscar's always listened to team orders – the amount of times last year he was asked to let lando overtake him is crazy, like if I were a hard-core osc fan I'd be so over mclaren (NOT lando cause it's literally not his fault). Anyway, I don't really know what else to say to you anon, bc from a team perspective rn it does make sense to prioritise lando more. I mean, obv, if oscs qualified much better than him, then they're gonna give oscar more priority, but other than that... yeeaah — their last wdc win was in 2008, I bet they're hungry for it.

I also don't really understand ppl twisting Oscar's words, like leave that man alone. Even if he was saying the shit u think he's saying, he's completely in the right. (I, too, don't care abt landos championship)

ALSO. I HAD NO IDEA ANDREA SAID ANYTHING LIKE THAT??? I mean, glad (im not, but u papaya fans should be🤮😩😔) mclaren finally landed on a proper decision, but I'm acc gonna cry if lando wins the wdc. I'm sorry, I literally hate mclaren, I CAN NOT watch that ugly orange abomination of a team on the top step. I will rip my eyes out and build a better car for max BLIND if it means stopping lando😭.

[scarlettscribbles]

prologue

PART OF neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons by the sea DRABBLE SERIES ↠ masterlist

- Lucy Gray Baird & Daughter!OC, mentioned Lucy Gray Baird x Coriolanus Snow

Summary: 1.7k words - The words were on the tip of her tongue before Coriolanus had let it slip that he'd killed three people.

As Lucy Gray became a ghost lost in the wind, so did her secrets.

a/n: i cannot stop thinking about snowbaird !! inspired by my visenya-verse and also bc i love writing about children being loved :)

also, shout out to PlayingTheGameOfThrones' It's Quiet Uptown! i was reading snowbaird fics and i was so happy to find a secret kid fic. literally squealed in excitement bc i was like, that's what's literally in my brain rn

In truth, Lucy Gray was too young to be doing this. Halfway eighteen, with her heart broken by a man — a boy, really — who almost killed her. Ironically, the suspect of her current predicament was the same person. Oh how Lucy Gray hated it that he still haunted her now.

She had Lucy Gray’s tan skin, her baby girl. The wisps of her hair stuck against her forehead were bright blond. Lucy Gray wondered if her hair would darken eventually.

Annabel Rose Baird was a sickly baby. Her heart was weak and every night, Lucy Gray would have trouble sleeping, afraid that she’d wake up with a cradle gone cold. But she was a survivor, her Annie. Much like her mother. (And father.)

But they could not live on that alone. Lucy Gray, barely recovered from birth, wrapped her baby tight on her back with a sling and took their meager belongings in a bag, setting out to find the community up North Billy Taupe had once talked about. Lucy Gray walked for miles and miles, sometimes wishing she hadn’t left behind that lovely orange scarf her lover gave her. It would’ve made for a more comfortable sleep in their journey. She could’ve given it to Annie as her baby blanket, something to remember her childhood by — the one piece of her father she would ever know or keep. But alas, Lucy Gray had left it behind along with the broken pieces of trust she once thought she could rely on.

Lucy Gray found them eventually. Or rather, they found her. It was in the middle of the night and she’d just put Annie to sleep when flashes of light shone through the gaps between the trees. Cradling her whimpering baby close to her chest, Lucy Gray raised a hand in surrender, hoping that she was saying the right words for them to not shoot her.

They took them to their leader and gave them a small cabin. It was cozy and comfortable but it wasn’t home. Not when their leader, with his calculating eyes and access to Capitol broadcasts, look at her and her baby with such intense scrutiny. Lucy Gray’s paranoia increases every time he “accidentally” chances upon her with questions about the Capitol, about the Hunger Games, about Annie. He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is. Lucy Gray endures his questions, answering casually to alleviate the suspicion upon her. Her heart threatens to beat out of her chest every single time. She could only properly breathe again when she’s back within the four walls of their cabin, with Annie safe in her arms, her little puffs of breath warming Lucy Gray from the inside out.

The one saving grace of the place was Dr. Hartree. She was training under some big shot Capitol doctor when she fled, so she knew more than the District healers did despite the meager hospital equipment she had. She diagnosed Annabel Rose with something called moderate Ventricular Septal Defect; a heart disease she had since birth. Dr. Hartree let her listen to the whooshing sound of her Annie’s heartbeat through the stethoscope. Her baby’s got a hole in her heart. Lucy Gray wept.

Dr. Hartree said that the hole might yet repair itself, that she could look for some medicine that could help strengthen Annie’s heart muscles. But if it did not, Annie would need heart surgery which Dr. Hartree was neither qualified for nor equipped to do. In that scenario, going to the Capitol would be Annie’s best hope, said the doctor. The community’s leader approved Dr. Hartree’s request for getting the medicine. In exchange, Lucy Gray had to take on additional work on top of what she’d already been assigned with to earn her keep. Lucy Gray was both thankful and suspicious. She was no fool, a big favor like that didn’t come without heavier strings. But her baby was alive so Lucy Gray kept her head down. (For the moment, at least.)

Annabel Rose grew up a happy child. She was small for her age but her presence filled the room and her heart was so full of love. Whenever she smiled, a deep dimple showed on her cheek and her warm brown eyes would shine like stars in the night sky. Her baby never did grow out of her blond hair, riotous curls tumbling down her head. She looked like an angel; Lucy Gray’s own angel.

She was truly heaven sent. There were no words to describe how much her daughter made her happy, which was something, coming from a songwriter. Oft Lucy Gray wished the Covey had a chance to know her daughter. Annabel Rose fit in alright with the children of the community, but children can be cruel sometimes. Annie’s body was weak and she ran out of breath fast, making her unable to be included in strenuous physical activities. Lucy Gray was not deaf to the whispers of “runt” that surrounded her daughter, whispers that eventually reached Annie’s ears, causing her to come home tearfully, fisting her mother’s skirt and asking what it meant. Once upon a time, Lucy Gray would have been rearing for a fight but everything was different now. She didn’t have her Covey; her and Annie were alone.

Oh, people were nice enough but, like in District 12, they seemed to be able to sense an otherness in her and Annie that made them unable to accept them fully. It didn’t help that the community leader’s demeanor was like that either. The residents liked and respected him better than the strangers they barely knew anything about, so of course they’d follow his example.

Lucy Gray had been missing her Covey so much that she contemplated going back to District 12, back to her family, when she’d heard that an electric fence was put around it, complete with Peacekeepers patrolling the perimeter. They’d never bothered with that area before, but Lucy Gray had an inkling why they suddenly found it important.

So what else could she do but grit her teeth and bear it? Every night Lucy Gray would sing songs to Annie and tell her stories about the Covey, about her family and the colorful nights and laughter they shared. And Annie’s eyes would shine in the low lamplight, humming along to the tunes.

Lucy Gray did not bring her guitar with her during her journey out of District 12, but she was able to obtain a smaller version — a ukulele — from a traveling salesman. His initial offer nearly took all her saved up money to pay for, but she was able to haggle down to a more reasonable price. At 3-years-old, Annabel Rose learned the basic chords from her mother. The first song she learned was to the tune of Lucy Gray's namesake.

It tugged at Lucy Gray’s heartstrings to hear her Annie’s sweet voice in the warmth of their home. She resolved to write a song for her daughter’s fourth birthday as a gift. Lucy Gray had her song, and so did her Capitol boy. It was only apt that Annabel Rose had one too.

It was the night of Annabel Rose's fourth birthday when everything went wrong. Lucy Gray was humming underneath her breath to the tune of a new song, their tiny kitchen fragrant with the smell of a birthday cake she’d stolen half the ingredients for to bake. She lit up a deformed red candle she attempted to mold from whatever melted wax she could find, cupping the flame between her palms briefly to keep it from being blown out. With a satisfied sigh, she wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the bed to shake her daughter awake.

All Lucy Grey felt was the cold skin of her daughter, her breathing shallow and her skin tinged blue. Her heart dropped to her stomach. With shaking hands, she wrapped Annie in a blanket and lifted her into her arms.

On the way to Dr. Hartree’s cabin, Lucy Gray would not realize that she’d been singing the song she’d written for Annie. And she will sing it under her breath while the good doctor examined her daughter, telling her the heart defect had gotten worse. She’d sing it at the back of her mind while Dr. Hartree tells her that surgery wasn’t an option anymore, that the medicine Annie’ll need is only available in the Capitol, that if she wants her baby to live she’ll need to find some way to get her a heart transplant. She’ll sing it and sing it, hoping the girl she’d written it for would awaken long enough to sing it with her.

She would only stop when Dr. Hartree clasped her hands, telling her in a hushed whisper that she’d found a way to get them to the Capitol discreetly. The doctor’s got family among the Peacekeepers in District 12 who was going to go to the Capitol in two days. Some officer fellow that was high-ranking enough to have his own private train cabin, and kind enough to share it with them. Dr. Hartree had given her temporary antibiotics for Annie with an apology that she couldn’t do anything more. When they arrive in the Capitol, Lucy Gray was on her own. Lucy Gray who had no penny to her name, who would probably be shot on sight once the Capitol had caught wind of her existence.

Her mind was racing on the morn she and a barely-lucid Annie snuck out to the gates. They were met with a heavyset man two heads taller than Lucy Gray, driving a military jeep. Time passed quickly and they encountered no hurdles getting to the train station on time. He lent them warm Capitol-style cloaks so they could blend in upon arrival. He’d even made her a cup of tea, noticing the nervousness in her demeanor. Lucy Gray had not been expecting such kindness from a Peacekeeper, no matter how highly Dr. Hartree spoke of him.

It was nighttime when they arrived, snow falling heavily on the ostentatious buildings. It wasn’t only the cold that made Lucy Gray shiver.

Under the cover of the night, Lucy Gray held her Annabel Rose and rapped on the door of the one she’d hoped would help them. If blood was not an enough reason, she could always appeal to their conscience.

The door swung open.

“Tigris, I need your help.”

[josendlessmonolouge]

21, 22, and 24.

21 I have a lot of pet all extremely spoiled/ well taken care of. I have three inside cats and one barn cat. 3 dogs and a rabbit. Idk how we afford to take care of them all and give them vet care but somehow we do even though I literally qualify for reduced lunch 1)I’ve posted quite a bit about my new barn cat Julian, he’s just a little black and white kitten he’s kinda imprinted onto me and follows me everywhere in the yard. 2) Dumbo is our oldest pet he’s a 13 year old orange cat, he’s my best friend ever and I love him so much. When he was born he was the biggest kitten so my mom and dad named him jumbo but I was a little kid so I called him dumbo bc that was my favorite movie.

3)Then we have moo moo he’s a big huge fat fluffy black and white cat whose favorite person is my step-dad. My stepdad calls him prince moo and sits in bed and reads with him on his days off. Also everytime you eat you have to offer moo moo some. He won’t eat it but you have to offer

4) final cat- ivy. Ivy is our smallest cat she’s a grey striped tabby. She only sits with my mom but likes to be petted and loved on by my step dad and i but won’t sit with us. Her and moo moo are both fixed but since all our lick on each other and sit with each-other we say her and moo moo are married

5) my rabbit radar- he’s a jerk. I named him after radar from mash but he is nothing like little kind radar o’riley bc he likes to throw things in the middle of the night. He’s a harlequin rabbit and spoiled rotten I have to remind my mom not to give him too many fruits bc they aren’t good for him in large quantities. Also when he was a baby he peed on my keyboard and messed up like 5 keys. Luckily I don’t play the keyboard anymore but still.

final stretch here y’all gotta understand we’re a three person family with a big yard and my mom has always been raised with pets and my step dad always had cats

6) bandy- bandy is my Shetland sheep dog. She’s tricolor and a little old lady. She thinks she’s the boss around here

7) ginger- lab poodle mix technically a labradoodle but she doesn’t have the special traits since true labradoodles are more poodle than lab. And she’s half and half. She’s the smartest dog ever. She’s very protective she used to sit inbetween me and my ex and she only likes strangers if my mom or I introduce them to her

8) tophy- west highland white terrier. Little jerk, (she’s plenty sweet but she’s just very protective of my mom) . She likes to run out into the cow fields and have us chase her we found out if we just sit on the front porch she will eventually come back. She’s caught more mice than all our cats combined. Once I was playing video games with my ex and I he was getting loud talking at me bc he beat me at mariocart and she jumped down from the couch to get him bc she thought he was being agressive to me.

okay finally off the pets onto 22

Probably chocolate almond, or strawberry from braums. I like homemade mint chocolate.

finally 24

the sims or the papa’s flash games. Idk I’m very partial to them and definitely don’t play them while I’m in chemistry lectures

[aberfaeth]

for the writing ask thing: aftershocks lives in my mind rent free. i’m never not thinking about that fic. it’s canon to me

favourite lines:

He pulls George to his feet, then—carefully, as if threading a needle—wraps a steadying arm around his waist.

It’s a simple, sweet tune, something fit for mornings under creamsicle-orange sky, and it lodges itself right in Lucy’s chest.

but especially:

For so long, he’s treated his body like a rental, each case just another chance to run the lease out for good. But if Lucy and George are here—if they look at him like he’s something worth sticking around for, then who is he to tell them they’re wrong?

if you don’t want to post this bc fic spoilers i totally understand but i need you to know how much i adore this fic and your phenomenal prose <33

ohhhh my gosh oh my god weeping and crying in my bed rn. THIS IS THE BEST ASK EVERRRRRR also picking one line from each chapter YOURE SO SWEET!!! as a treat for u ill give u a lil bts from what i remember:

- lockwood doesnt sew. george tried to teach him and he almost gave himself tetanus on the machine. nevertheless george thinks he moves so effortlessly

- was listening to glue song when i wrote this scene and ESPECIALLY this line. wanted to evoke a melody like that, sweet and lilting and happy

- sometimes a boy is a haunted house!!!! and sometimes you love him anyway or perhaps it’s not a qualifier but just another thing about him. about the him you love. yknow

ANYWAYS TYSM ILL TREASURE THIS FOREVER. AFTERSHOCKS LOVERS IM KISSING U ALL

[jokingmaiden]

Catharsis Pt. One: Mikey Gets Pissed

i was thinkin abt how all of the kids really need a chance to just get all their feelings out after the movie. since mikey is essentially me, and i felt very qualified to write a raging outburst from a youngest-sibling-pacifist, i started here. i might write the rest if this is received well :P

(side note: i tagged this as ooc bc i don't have a lot of faith in my characterization skills)

Word Count: 2,351

Warnings: angry mikey, implied mystic violence, the beginnings of a panic attack, brief reference to leo's attempted self-sacrifice

“APRIL!!”

The sound cuts through her phone in a desperate plea, the sheer panic enough to make her think the Krang have returned somehow.

“Jesus, Donnie, what’s wrong? I don’t think I’ve heard you this upset since Leo broke your Atomic Lass bobblehead.”

“While that was a HORRENDOUS crime punishable by DEATH,” the purple-clad mutant explains in a huff, “this is much worse.” His picture on their facetime call hunches over the phone, blocking her view of the audible commotion behind him.

“What’s the situation?” she asks, voice lowering into one of serious inquiry.

“Well—”

“MIKEY’S GONE BALLISTIC!!” Raph’s voice interrupts, and April is treated to watching as an indignant Donnie’s expression fades into the background while Raph holds the phone a bit too close to his face to be taken seriously.

“I’ll be right over,” April decides, collecting her things. She pauses, though, at Raph’s next words.

“No. Stay where you are. I don’t know why Donnie thought it’d be a good idea to get you involved in this, but you can not come here under any circumstances. Capiche?”

“No, not capiche!!” April barks back incredulously. She throws her stuff down into her mattress hard enough to warrant a slight bounce. “What are you freakin’ out for? Mikey would never hurt anyone. He literally made your worst enemy into your dad. He’s a sweetheart!!”

Raph leans close to the phone, voice grim as his shadow overcasts the camera. “April, listen to me. You don’t know our little brother like we do. You haven’t seen him when he’s angry.”

“Because he doesn’t get angry,” she clarifies, brows furrowed. “I wouldn't be surprised if his head's full of cotton candy. You’re being ridiculous. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“April wAIT—” Raph pleads, but her thumb is disconnecting from the end call button before he can utter another word of senseless panic to her. He’s being ridiculous, and she knows it. Even with his weird new mystic powers, Mikey would never hurt a non-enemy.

Right?

April feels the slightest tug of doubt at the corners of her mind, remembering his craze during the worst pizza week of the boys’ lives. He was fully intent on hurting those punk weirdos. But he was easily pacified by Raph lifting him off the ground to incapacitate him and then feeding him pizza. Why would this be any different?

She climbs down into the manhole on the street, thanking her gradually-built-up noseblindness to the sewers. Her immunity made it much easier to resist the stink, even if she could still smell it for the first few minutes of traversing the sewer system.

Mikey shouldn't be a problem. Sure, Dr. Delicate Touch was scary sometimes, but he was just brutally honest. Mikey would sooner pull one of his teeth out than hurt someone in his family, she was sure of it.

Within ten or so minutes, and several cycles of internal reassurance, April makes it to their secret hideout. She steps inside and immediately keeps an eye out for Mikey, not bothering to try to put up any sort of mental nor physical defense; Mikey would never harm her. She knows it.

“Angelo?” she calls out, looking around the base cautiously still. “Guys? Anyone home?”

“April!!” a familiar voice greets, full of young, innocent glee. The orange-clad turtle of the quartet comes barreling out of the kitchen to pull her into a delightful hug, which she graciously accepts.

“Lil' bro!!” she greets, smiling brightly at him as relief floods her body. Of course he’s fine. Why wouldn’t he be fine? The boys were overreacting.

“I'm so glad you're here!!” Mikey cheers, leaning back to look at her. April feels her chest squeeze as she notices the pinprick of tears in the corners of his eyes. “My brothers all disappeared and I can’t find them!! I thought it might be some sudden game of hide and seek or something, but they just won’t come out!! I’m getting really worried.” Almost as if to emphasize the sting in her heart, his little pouty face erupts in heartbroken puppy eyes.

How could those jerks do this to their little brother? Not only is he not mad, but he’s also worried sick!!

“Don’t worry, little bro,” April assures, smiling brightly at him as her hand comes down to pat him twice on the arm. “They’re here. They actually called me a bit ago!! They seem to think you’re angry for some reason?”

Mikey's eyes sparkle with what seems to be hope, nodding along with her explanation. His smile widens as she states the last part of her story. “Oh, weird!! Good to know they’re still here. Can you pleeeeaaaase help me find them? I’ll look in Donnie’s lab, you check around here!!”

“Sounds like a plan, little man,” she sings, shooting him finger guns. He giggles happily and scampers off towards Donnie’s workshop, leaving her to head into the kitchen alone.

Her smile falls immediately.

A plethora of sharp objects are sticking out of the walls, embedded deep into the concrete. Other objects of various sizes are strewn about, some dented on the floor below clear impact zones as if someone twice Raph’s size had launched them with the intent to kill. And in the middle of it all is Leo, upside down, tied up with duct tape, and hanging like a spider’s next meal. He looks beat to hell and absolutely terrified. The moment April comes into his line of sight, he begins trying desperately to scream around strips of tape.

“Holy shit!!” April exclaims, running forward to pull the binding on Leo’s mouth off. “What happened here? Are you okay?”

“April, thank the great pizza place in the sky,” Leo pants, wriggling against his restraints. “Mikey’s lost his mind. Can you get me down? We gotta get dad.”

“Wait. Mikey did this to you??” she asks incredulously, a single laugh escaping her in disbelief as she pulls him down. He hits the kitchen island with a loud crash, and she wastes no time slicing him out of his taped cocoon with the nearest sharp object. “What did you do to piss him off this bad??”

“Well," Leo begins sheepishly, sliding off of the counter and kicking away the remains of the residual stickiness attached to him. "We maaaaay have ruined the mural he’s been working on since he was a kid in the east wing tunnel while sludgeboarding...?”

She blinks slowly at him.

"So, let me get this straight," April begins after a long moment of staring at Leo in pure shock. "After everything you went through a few months ago, the second all your wounds are healed, you decide to try out a completely new made-up sport? And not only that, you test it in the only tunnel Mikey has a claim on??"

"Well when you put it like that, we sound like terrible brothers," Leo laughs, the noise quickly dying off when April doesn't join him. He clears his throat of the awkwardness, looking away from her burning gaze.

"Look, I get it. We messed up big time," Leo relents. It seems as if he's about to continue, maybe to deliver a heartfelt and emotionally impactful speech, when his eyes widen suddenly. He stares over her shoulder at an unknown source of terror.

April turns around to see what Leo is gaping at.

Holy shit.

Mikey stands—no, he floats—in the doorway, Raph suspended in a cloud of orange glow behind him. The youngest turtle's eyes shine a bright topaz, interrupted in the center by near-yellow pupils.

"Oh, good, you found Donnie!!" Mikey hums happily. "The gang's all here."

He flicks his hand, and Raph goes barreling into the wall. As April's eyes follow the collision, she notices the purple-themed turtle standing in the opposite doorway, clinging to his tech-bo with trembling hands like it'll save him from his little brother's mystic rampage in any way.

"Mikey, buddy," April tries to soothe, caution in her voice. She takes a nervous step backwards, hips colliding with the counter. "Let's take a deep breath."

Mikey looks at her as the glow from his form disappears. He drops to the floor, tilting his head in confusion. "Why are you scared, April? I'm not mad at you."

"I'm glad," she laughs quickly, eyes scanning over the room for escape routes. "I just, uh, also don't wanna watch you murder your bros with your wack-ass emotion fueled mystic mumbo jumbo?"

Mikey gasps, offended. "I would never hurt my brothers!!" he insists, balling his hand against his chest like a Victorian lady clutching her pearls.

"YOU JUST LAUNCHED ME INTO A WALL," Raph protests, struggling to his feet with Leo's assistance as if he hasn't emerged from much greater falls unscathed before.

"Funny! Y'know what other wall you got launched into, Ra-pha-el?" Mikey hums, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he articulates each syllable of his brother's name. Raph shrinks in on himself, falling into his usual habit of trying to make himself smaller in the face of discomfort.

"Oh, right!! The wall with my life's work on it! The wall with the mural of all of us I was making!! The wall with the only accurate picture of gram-gram we had left!!!! The wall I can never remake again because I busted my hands open ripping a hole in space to save our idiot brother from his suicide attempt!! THAT WALL!!!!"

April flinches at Mikey's tone. He sounds...

She studies the way his hands tremble, betraying the crazed smile plastered onto his expression like a flimsy sealant over the cracks in an overfilled dam.

He sounds genuinely furious.

It would be terrifying, if it wasn't absolutely gut-wrenching.

She steps forward, watching as his tirade re-sparks the violent glow around him. He all but ignores her, continuing to scream at his brothers in blind rage, up until she takes his scarred arms into her hands.

It physically upsets her stomach, the way he flinches at the contact. He goes completely silent, almost ripping his hands away from her, but she holds him steady.

"April, go home," he orders. In any other situation, she'd be in disbelief of his audacity. Maybe the way his voice sounds more like it’s begging, or the desperate hush of his words, convinces her to pardon him from a meeting with the business end of her bat. "This has nothing to do with you."

"This is my family as much as it is yours, Angelo," she insists, trying to tug his again-floating form to the ground. "Talk to me."

He stares at her for a long moment. His full figure trembles under her grip. The glow fades around him, and he properly lowers back down to the floor.

"I-I..."

No other words escape him as the dam finally breaks. He collapses over her shoulder, sobbing loudly as his padded knees buckle under him. April may be quite strong now, but he’s still a large mutant turtle, so she opts to lower slowly to the ground instead of trying to support his full weight.

He curls around her, sobbing desperately and letting out pained mewls at each attempt to stifle his sound. His chest heaves, and April has to do everything in her power just to keep him steady.

“There there, big guy,” she soothes, rubbing a comforting circle into his shell. “It’s alright.”

With the switch from fury to heartbreak, Mikey’s brothers are on the pair in seconds. Raph scoops the two into his lap, wrapping his arms around the both of them for extra support. Leo leans over Raph’s shoulder, hand coming around the larger turtle's neck to gently rub his little brother’s head. Donnie sits cross-legged next to them, reaching into the pile to give Mikey’s hand a firm squeeze.

“I-I just,” the youngest turtle finally manages after several minutes of sobbing, “I don’t—hic—know what to do!! How am I ever gonna make art again like this??”

The brothers look at each other, then to April, all lost for words. She sighs, lifting a hand to Mikey’s cheek to gently draw his attention.

“Mikey. Your hands will heal,” April assures, but he only scrunches his expression, leaning away from her touch and into Raph’s chest to cry harder.

“What if they don’t?” he manages. It sounds as if he wants to scream it, but his hoarse voice corners him into a desperate whisper.

“…The original Michelangelo fell incredibly ill while directing the construction of St. Peter’s Basilica,” Donnie begins, staring down at his free hand with a concentrated expression. “Even in the last week of his life, he found ways to help with the building process. He even kept sculpting, even though he probably shouldn’t have considering the meager state of his health. He kept making art up until his last day.”

“And ol’ Angelo the first has nothing on you!!” Leo adds, nodding thoughtfully to himself. “If some ancient fleabag can sculpt til’ he drops, then there’s nothing capable of stopping our little brother from making amazing art no matter what.”

“Besides,” Raph chimes in, “creativity is like, your thing. If anyone can figure out a way to make art in new ways, it’s you. Maybe you can use your cool mystic powers or somethin’ to make stuff if your hands can’t anymore?”

Mikey sniffles, curled up and bleary-eyed from the encouragement of his family. “….You really think I can keep making stuff?” he asks, voice soft as if daring to hope too loud might shatter the illusion.

“‘Course you can,” April laughs, gently flicking him on the forehead. “You wouldn’t be Mikey if you couldn’t.”

With a big, toothy smile, Mikey pulls them all into a group hug. “I love you guys,” he sighs, sniffling as he holds them there. Leo leans in happily; Raph readjusts to make sure his arms are supporting everyone; Donnie tolerates the contact, for Mikey; April leans across her spot in Raph’s lap to give their little brother a proper hug around the shoulders.

A long, wonderful moment of this peace passes.

“I am still gonna tell dad about the mural, though.”

[shitshowkb]

☆ Fire Country episode 5 spoilers under the cut ☆

⦁ not bode dreaming about gabs

⦁ stg manny gets hotter every week, that man is such a dilf

⦁ idk man i feel like uncle luke is up to no good

⦁ oh god is shar not gonna qualify for the trial now

⦁ OH FUCK OH SHIT

⦁ not jake answering gabs phone when bode's calling

⦁ there are not enough words for how much i dislike jake

⦁ oh damn freddy's hand is screwed up

⦁ freddy why you gotta put my man on the spot like that

⦁ bro they better save this horse or i'm gonna bawl like a baby

⦁ can someone PLEASE rock jake's shit again

⦁ dammit, it's at stage 5 already

⦁ oh god, bode's going back for that damn horse

⦁ "the roof's about to go" "then i'm going with it"

⦁ vince was really about to run into this burning barn to save bode, he does care 🥹

⦁ man i love these leone men

⦁ "you're not first saw anymore" DAMMIT

⦁ this damn show just had this emotional ass scene with shar & vince and then started playing something in the orange by zach bryan brb bc i'm SOBBING

⦁ oooh gabs came to see bode

⦁ BRO I KNEW LUKE WAS UP TO NO FUCKING GOOD

⦁ LOL these two mfs already have feelings for each other

⦁ what if we meet down the road??? gabs baby i like the way your mind works

⦁ bitch i would absolutely not stay on my side of the line

⦁ i would risk it all for bode idc

⦁ also i've gotta say it bc i've been holding it in for weeks now, vince is also such a dilf (idk what it is about billy burke but that man holds a special place in my heart)

[honeyxmonkey]

Hi do you have any details about Carter that you don't talk about often but really enjoy/never mentioned, bc I'm really curious and I love your art👀👀💖

I do! Thank you for sending this 👀💜

Okay okay

So stuff about Carter that I've never really talked about or mentioned

Hes actually met Douxie’s band mates and gets along really well with them. They think he's great. Lol, the story Carter and Douxie spin to them about WHY Carter doesn't live in Arcadia, is because he goes to school (college) in New York. At least that's what they tell the mortal ADP band members before Gunmar and the Eternal Night. Afterwards they actually explain the whole situation cause when Douxie was discovered to be a wizard they were like, "DOES CARTER KNOW ABOUT THIS???" and Douxie was like, "yeah... guys, he's magic too" and they were like, "WHAT THE FUCK'

Fun times

Carter is ambidextrous. He never mentions this to the team or anyone else. He just is. I mean Douxie knows, they just never talk about it cause there's no reason to.

If you were to ask Carter what his favorite color is, he would probably tell you that he doesn't know or doesn't have one. But it's orange. Like, sunset orange. (Glances at Hunger Games/hj).

More on carterdoux specifically, but they know basically everything about eachother. Once you've been together for eighty years, you tend to just... not have any secrets unless you're trying really hard to not tell the other person something. Yeah, they've both lied about stuff on separate occasions, and nobodies perfect, but ultimately? They know everything about eachother.

That, of course, isn't to say that the joy of being together has diminished. It's more like, they're settled into this really comfortable domesticity and mutual love and affection. Most of their date nights are eating take out at home and watching really crappy Hallmark movies and making fun of them.

Tho, their ahem life is less than boring 👀

I think they could basically qualify to be a married couple, even tho on basic human terms they haven't officially "tied the knot". They're going to, they just haven't yet.

Anyway, I love them very much. Thanks for sending this ask! I love when people ask me about my boys! 💜💜

[topflights]

okay i finally finished rampage bc i was behind and. does anyone wanna tell orange that he just qualified for a ladder match. does anyone wanna tell him

[sxpphirehexrt]

"ash sucks bc he always loses at leagues" he scored high in six different leagues and won two "but orange islands and alola league aren't canon" yes they were different from the others, but they are canon to the anime. remember that anime =/= game so what's the problem. because the qualifications were different? it's still impressive for Ash to have won against Gladion AND Kukui + Tapu Koko). i'm not saying him winning a tournament league earlier than Alola wouldn't have been a better thing i wanted him to win the sinnoh one myself but claiming he's a terrible battler is just plain wrong. it's been noted by multiple characters that hes a good battler, and even if it weren't, actual bad trainers would've never been able to qualify for all these leagues, let alone scoring this high in most he's participated in.

"ash sucks bc he always releases his best pokemon/doesn't force pikachu or others to evolve against their will" so what'd you rather him to, force them to stay/evolve against their will? do you think that would make him a good trainer? no. training pokemon isn't just battling. it's also caring for them. "but the anime is too sweet and rainbow and sunshine" you won't solve that by making the mc an unlikable piece.

"ash sucks bc he doesn't catch a legendary/mythical" firstly you can't have him catch most of them because they have a role in balancing the world the journeys suicune incident doesn't exist ok- no but seriously you saw the backlash, do you think it would've been better if it were ash. they aren't meant to be caught! he can only catch minor ones which won't be any stronger or different than his other strongest pokemon like sceptile, infernape, greninja, lycanroc etc. for example let's say he caught a melmetal- wait. if you count ultra beasts he has naganadel too.

"ash sucks because he doesn't have a girlfriend" fuck off with that amatonormative bullshit! liking a ship is one thing you're free to do, but claiming a character is a failure bc they don't have a romantic relationship is absolute bullshit! i don't want to spend any more time refuting this dumbass argument but i'll do it anyway. what do you think it would accomplish? seeing ash cuddling his lil gf uwu every episode? this is a show abt POKEMON, we don't want to see that bullcrap. seeing him marry her and retire? i doubt they'll retire him after +20 years. if they do want to retire him, they do not need to force him into a ship. they can just make him achieve a big step of his goal, or leave to train/travel but we won't follow him anymore or whatever. something more in line with his character than reducing everything to uwuship and "yes finally he's ~normal~ he has a gf!"

yes the anime has been stagnant for 20 years at least until the debut of SM. yes the special with Jimmy was really good, as was the Mega Evolution Special with Alain. yes Brendan, Lucas, Hilbert, etc, could have been good characters to have animes based on in their respective regions. key word could, because they could've been handled atrociously for all we know

but would making Ash an unlikable jerk who forces Pokemon to evolve and stay with him, who breezes through all his battle easily by just saying "go Arceus use Judgement" and who's cuddling and kissing his girlfriend every episode make a better anime

hell no.

[tklpilled]

good morning!

gonger poggers did not release my greatness to the world in order to save my dignity (i mixed up someone's backstory) BUT NEVERTHELESS

doof and robotnik work bc they're both evil scientists, except doof is more goofy and robotnik has more genuine evil.

the serious bond they have (i think???) is like 'the world doesn't understand you or me, but i understand you' but because they are absolutely bonkers they have no angst whatsoever

so its always like 'bye babe, im off to go blow up innocents :]]]' 'you're so funny nikky, have a nice day 🥰' with perry casually watching in the vents like 🧍🏾

speaking of perry, i despise generic tumblr sexymen (white, thin, and god forbid BLONDE), and i have a great taste in men (all men) so i am extremely qualified for the duty of making a satisfying human!perry

taking into account that perry's alternate persona around his kids is absent-minded and dumb, he now exclusively wears orange and blue hawaiian shirts with cargo shorts and flipflops. he's also fat and hairy and trans bc again, i have good taste <3

we already know doof's and perry's dynamic so i'll simply elaborate on perry's and robotniks

they both know the other is dating doof, although robotnik's is more of a 'very, very good friends with benefits (the benefits are death lasers and kissies)' and perry's is more 'long distance(ish) but very dedicated'

they don't,,,, despise each other, they actually quite respect each other and are loyal as hell, but they wouldn't call themselves friends??????? bc it's funnier to say 'my boyfriend's boyfriend who i keep beating in chess'

just imagine them cuddling with doof at night and glaring at each other over the top of his head, but then doof goes 'snork mimimi' and they melt slightly and make each other swear, stone faced, to protect it

also robotnik is also trans but he blasted his tits off with a laser, which doof finds very admirable while perry just shakes his head.

i’m not sure how i’m supposed to react to this. i admire the effort you put into it

[galacticjava]

so I know it's 2021 and death note aint exactly poppin anymore but let me say something here

one thing I love about death note that makes me both happy and sad is the fact that we are never shown how light actually is outside of the death note's influence. we see him for like twenty seconds before he picks up the death note, which is heavily, HEAVILYYYY implied to be cursed (Ryuk saying every human who's met with it has led a life of misfortune, light being DRASTICALLY different during yotsuba, it being said that the note makes people use it, etc)

so that gives people a LOT of wiggle room when writing light in fanfic. and that's fun and fine and good, but can I say that I am tired,,,, 🤌TIRED🤌 of seeing light just be actin exactly the same even when he's written as never even having touCHEd the death note

I GET IT, ITS YALLS AU AND YALL CAN WRITE WHATEVER U WANT HOWEVER U WANT!!!!!! it is yours to do with as u PLEASE 💕😤💕

But mannn my favorite light is a warm light. I rly like imagining light as being just as charming when he's himself as when he's Kira, BUT Real Light runs out of socially smooth, scripted things to say after about an hour, and eventually drifts into Dork Mode where he ends up talking about all this nerdy shit he's actually into (",,,,,,,,,,,,,,, have you heard of sanpaku eyes? I don't know how much merit it actually holds, but it's still an interesting observation. it means 'three whites' and it's in reference to how a lot of psychopaths have the top or bottom white of their eye visible around their iris--" "okay light")

more headcanons I have for my lil version of Actual Light I've created in my head:

• surprisingly funny and usually out of nowhere

• makes fun of L for being a "homeschooler" and how it explains a lot

• v close with sayu. plays wii and Pokémon with her and they go on morning jogs together before school while light quizzes her with unnecessarily complicated versions of her study guide to get a laugh in before breakfast

• much closer with his mom than he is with his dad. knows how to and is adept at sewing, cooking, and cleaning. I like to think his mom knew he Wasn't Straight Very Early On and they both know it but light still hasn't said anything out loud to her yet. they love each other v v much

• got his first and only failing grade when he was 14 just bc he forgot to do it. keeps a planner now and writes absolutely everything in it. L thinks it's funny bc light's so, so smart but he's also so forgetful. also forgets to eat all the time

• doesn't have any real friends and never has. really adept at socializing for a little while, but runs out of socially smooth things to say after about an hour, and that's kept him from making genuine friends bc no one else rly wants to talk about black holes or unsolved murders. has One Friend at To-Oh that sits next to him, and it's bc she listens to true crime podcasts and is rly interested in unsolved murders. that's it

• going off that, I also like to imagine light being really reALLY interested in L when he first meets him, not even romantically or anything. just bc hes never met anyone on his same wavelength and it's so cathartic just to sit and talk to L and not have to wait or slow down, bc L already knows what he's saying and what he means. loves playing chess as expected, but also loves playing "guess who" with L once they're good enough friends for a while to get there. they make up questions like "do they look like they wake up at 4:30 am every day and drink lemon water while they run before the sun is up" "yes" *flips down seven tabs*

• I see light as a heavy iced coffee drinker. not even bc he needs it to wake up or anything but just bc he likes the constant light buzz throughout the day, and it also helps him stay focused on everyday things that would otherwise bore him and make his mind wander. mans likes iced caramel macchiatos. eet eez what eet eez and it makes sense in my head

• don't clown me but y'all know how every lil genius in death note has their favorite snacks. aight so lights is fresh sliced oranges. mans could eat a whole bag by himself in an hour. I will not elaborate

• always does dress nice yeah, like Kira!Light, but also comfortably and sometimes like he's 45. Has never worn a pair of acidwash jeans in his life. Khakis or joggers 24/7, and the occasional slim fit dark jeans. has 20 cardigans. one pair of high top white vans, one pair of dark grey low top vans, and the rest would all qualify as business casual. doesn't know what a flip-flop is and will cut you off if he hears you say it

• loves cats and really wants one but soichiro doesn't want animals in the house. light secretly feeds a cat that comes to his windowsill every day and has named it "Mao" bc of its obnoxious meow. was once caught meowing at Mao to come closer by sayu walking home and she snapchatted it to him. sayu starts feeding Mao and scritching his ears while light goes to cram school

• openly likes tally hall, joji, mother mother, and glass animals. secretly likes ariana grande and lizzo. blares them in the car with sayu

• typical gifted kid piano player. soichiro signed him up for piano lessons upon learning light was gifted when he was young. uses his skills now to make piano renditions of cardi b songs

• sometimes bakes obsessively when stuck on something. during the Kira case, L walks in the headquarter's kitchen at 2 am to find a very tired looking watari and 16 apple crisps on the counter with light cutting out intricate dough shapes to decorate the tops. they meet eyes once light notices him and stay Silent for a minute. light says he can't get off the idea that it has to be supernatural, as silly as it sounds, because causing heart attacks in such a controlled manner is impossible. there's no way otherwise. L says he was starting to reluctantly think the same thing, but didn't want to overlook anything before he settled on that. they nod to themselves and light goes back to cutting out shapes. L grabs a plate of beignets light made a couple hours earlier and turns back around to walk out

well that's it. thanks for coming to my death note Ted talk

[glittertrail]

Hi, just dropping into your askbox 😊 tell me your favourite obscure fact about your favourite subject please 💫 if you want to share that is!!

i no longer remember how long has this been in my inbox (i'm sorry) but given the fact that i've written a small dissertation on almodovar references for this week's episode of dres i think my favorite subject is pretty easy to guess 🤣 anyway here's some more (not almodovar related) ones

i don't think it qualifies as obscure (it shouldn't at any rate but apparently this is not widely known?) but hitchcock invented the concept of modern cinema; it used to be whatever to just go to the movies and walk in or out in the middle of the function where the movie would just play continuously; but he started the 'if you're late you're not allowed in the room' policy for cinemas thus selling tickets w hours bc he didn't want people to spoil the twist of psycho (so i guess he also invented the concept of spoilers)

the rain from singing in the rain was mixed in with milk bc the cameras from 1952 couldn't pick up water on film

13 frames per second is the lowest speed the brain will pick a picture in movement

the beatles wanted to play the groogs from a clockwork orange and to have mick jagger in the lead (and do the soundtrack)

the cat from the godfather was a stray coppola found on set and the cat was so content on marlon brandon it could be heard purring over the dialogue so most of his lines had to be looped afterwards

not particularly obscure, or interesting, but i recently remembered i love glynis john in miranda from 1948 bc i've been thinking about mermaids again, her in miranda and mad about men and that mr peabody and the mermaid movie (that last one is not glynis john but i digress)... on that subject, mala mořská víla is probably the only little mermaid story i will ever like, it's just v haunting and beautiful