#int. leo

[accepptance]

closed starter for leo larson / @leomlarson

located @ well played cafe

" I don't want you to think I'm some weirdo, " Duckie says, a strong start in the direction for getting this guy to think he's a weirdo. It's bad enough he'd noticed at all, and worse that he's waited until the stranger was about to leave to mention any of this. " But your Catan strategy was... Wow. I mean, I don't think I've seen anyone sweep like that outside of tournaments. "

[undervaalue]

" My magic. Yeah. My fuckin'... Bucket Magic. " Sounds stupid when he says it. Shit, this is embarrassing. Never in his life has Bucket felt anything like this. Insecure. Shudder. He tries not to show anything other than his usual relaxed shoulders and loose grin, but man it feels like he's sinking. Shit! He's losing his Bucket Magic!

No way. Bucket does the mental version of sticking his fingers in his ears and going lalala; nobody, not even himself, can deny his charm. All he needs to do is remember that.

" No problem. I won't strike out. See you on the flipside. And don't get sad and call your boyfriend while I'm gone, okay? I'll only be a few. "

Bucket never makes it to his target. The dance floor sweeps him into its grasp like a tentacle, throwing him into the throng of pulsing bodies. Usually, this packed, undulating crowd is Bucket's home. He loves the dance floor, loves the intimate proximity and the haze of lust that pulls strangers together. Drunk, or stoned, or high off of whatever Bucket's pulled out of his pocket that evening, this is where he feels closest to whatever he'd imagine a god might be.

Not tonight. Tonight it's suffocating. The most beautiful girl he's ever seen is eyeing him and it'd be so easy to meld against her, dance to the throbbing music. But he can't. Bucket's empty; his magic is gone. And his stomach hurts. With a thumping heart, Bucket peels himself away from the crowd and returns to Leo with an uncharacteristically distant look.

" I lost him in the crowd, but he totally wanted me bad. " Bucket shoves his hands into his pocket and tries to act super fuckin' chill about everything. He is for sure succeeding. " Can we like, go, dude? I'll buy you a hotdog or something. Or we can go to a different bar, whatever. Let's go anywhere tonight, Leo. World's our fuckin' seafood. "

Leo pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes, which moved sideways as he searched his (admittedly very scattered) mental archive for any mention Bucket might've made about a hookup in the recent past. He came up empty, but decided not to call his friend on it. Instead, he just nodded. "Alright, so prove it."

He redirected his focus to the alternative Bucket pointed out and tried not to look super conspicuous even as discerning eyes raked over the guy's form — nice shoulders, really nice nose, little bit of a dad bod going on. "Hm. I approve." He leaned back against the bar and made a show of making himself comfortable.

"Since you don't think you need a wingman," he held his hands out to say 'have at it,' "Let me see you work your magic. I'll be here with a shot if you strike out."

@undervaalue

[yourlocalpossum]

TMNT:Cyberspace

This took SO long to finish PLEASE don't flop i worked really hard on these. My last post abt my iteration already flopped :( the turtles are gay this time

also if u noticed they have scars now >:) mwahahaha can't wait to make the fanfic/comic once i do that, which I am totally not procrastinating

[hopes-memorial]

@the-ultimate-muses continued from here (x)

"Hm... fine, you get a pass, though come come... let's get you off of this. I'll help you get it back as an apology once it's re-cleaned. It should only take a moment..."

She could just say sorry, but admittedly, Ririka doesn't see the point. Knowing herself, it would happen again whether she realized it or not. Though, at least for now, she was almost done.

Leading them over to where she had already cleaned, she helps them sit down before going back to her original task. "Sorry, but I am not getting scolded because this was left incomplete." Even if nothing happened anymore, there was still a fear that it would.

[blcssom]

< @caeruleums> liked for a starter based on true story - eternal sunshine i'll play the villain if you need me to i know how this goes yeah i'll be the one you pay to see play the scene roll the cameras please

"oh, here we fucking go! please: enlighten me! explain to me me how this is all my fault."

[shoecrabs]

i honestly don't think anyone will care but I keep brainrotting over the idea of a pjo/rainworld au

I've turned the Seven into funky slimy cats dealing w concepts far beyond their comprehensions lmao

[seishun-emergency]

ANYWAYS. HAPPY MERMAY I FORGOT THAT EXISTED in honour of mermay. i will be finishing that fucking souma fic or so help me god

[despairs-memorial]

"Hey you, the guy whos pockets are always always squeaking, I got a question for you." Was Leo's friendly greeting as he stepped into Gundham's animal sanctuary, it taking them a moment to actually find him amongst the noise of the critters surrounding them.

"I'm looking for a dog, but not a seeing eye dog, like....a guard dog, I guess? People are always stealing my cane or fucking with me because they think I won't know who it is, which is super wrong by the way, and I'm sick of it." A rather serious list of problems paired with just a pout and puffed out cheeks. "I don't want it to look scary, though. Just to bark or whatever if someone gets too close, you know? Oh, and it needs to be fluffy. I like the fluff, it's cozy and feels nice when I pet it."

//leo deserves a doggy 🐶

Admittedly, that was a new thing for Gundham to be called, but it wasn't inaccurate. In fact, his beloved devas were already squeaking at the sound of someone coming into his domain. A frown comes to his face at the thought of someone doing that, though, he supposed that if students from every walk of life, even so called ultimates, attended, even the worst of humanity had to attend. “Hmph, so you seek out Cerberus to aid you in keeping your possessions… very well, I might have a few hell hounds that would make an acceptable guard. Come, let us journey out to the fields of Elysium to seek them out.” And by that, he means just head to the gated yard where he's allowed to let them out for exercise.

The moment that the dogs see the breeder they rush over, though there are that are immediately cautious of Leo, going over to sniff at him as Gundham tended to the more energetic of the hoard. “The ones that are closest to you now, Seer, are the ones best suited for the task you have in store.”

There were quite a few fluffy ones among the bunch. Admittedly, there were times that Gundham thought the cutest ones were the most fierce, particularly when someone with ill intentions comes to mess with him or the other animals. Though, he was a little curious to see which Leo would find the most acceptable.

[queenkarate]

@ncmcrcy asked for a season six part two begining.

"All   I'm   saying,   we   flew   here   for   a   tournament,   and   we   all   look   like   we   are   in   the   middle   of   a   war."   And   she   thought   that   the   karate   war   was   done   for   and   this   was   going   to   be   a   tournament   for   the   fun   of   it.   She   looks   at   Leo,   which,   mind   you,   she   shouldn't   because   they   shouldn't   be   in   the   same   room   together   per   the   policy   but   still,   who   was   going   to   rat   her   out   when   they   were   all   busy   moping   around?

  "My   sister   is   in   Cobra   Kai,   you   don't   see   me   moping   around.   I   would   rather   mope   the   floor   with   those   Iron   Dragons."   They   looked   like   the   biggest   threat   beyond   the   Cobras   and   she   already   didn't   like   Zara,   mosly   by   affiliation   but   also   by   the   way   she   looked   at   Robby,   and   the   way   she   seemed   to   think   herself   better   than   anyone   else.   "Remind   me   to   kick   her   ass   hard   if   I   get   her   on   the   mat."

[the-vroom-f1]

A compilation of my favorite chaotic f1 moments (2024) (in no particular order)

lewis to ferrari like before the season begins

kmag (as a whole)

shoving an 18 year old into an f1 car with like a days notice

said 18 year olds father looking So stressed

the appendix saga part 2

alpine civil war (ciao)

F1 drivers x era's tour

Alonso inspecting the McLaren car going wtf

Max inspecting his own car going wtf

Lewis fixing his own car

Hungary.

The Adoption

The rookies

Mercedes sabotaging lewis allegations

Lando & Max beef

you came, you called (foul versions)

Lewis winking at Nico

"Simply lovely"

"LOL"

"Yabbadabbadoo"

George getting disqualified

Liam lawson looming over danny ric

Mechanics in the rain

Sauber's socials as a whole

Hamilton x Hamilton (not technically int he sport but listen)

On that note "man am i greatest? x femiminonon)

Leo and roscoe meeting

Carlos vs Oscar fight to death's

Oscar mom

There is more but these are the first coming to mind

[hopes-memorial]

Finding Tsubasa was not a difficult task given the suit of metal armor he wore, something Leo was thankful for as they finally left their art studio after several hours of binge painting, the remnants of it being seen in various colorful streaks across their hands, face and shirt. Honestly, they hadn't even realized how long they'd been in their studio, nor that it was now almost midday as opposed to sometime in the night or early morning like they'd expected, the constant bustle of the people around them telling of their accidental all nighter.

They were going to make their way back to their room as well as they could given the sleepy stumble to their gait, but the familiar sound of clanking had them changing direction mid step to track him down.

"Hey, Sir Knight-Guy! I need your help!" Though clearly non urgent by the pout on their face. "I'm tired, and my room is too far away." Something that no doubt sounded snobbish until seeing the dark circles under their eyes and heavy slump to their posture. "I didn't know it was daytime, and now there's too many people around...." Not exactly a clear explanation, but Leo was too tired to care. He either put it together or he didn't.

It was hardly the first time that Tsubasa had needed to help someone that had managed to overwork themself. After training with Botan for so long, he was actually pretty damn used to it. Though, even if he was used to it, it didn’t make him any less concerned every time that he was asked by someone to help them back to their room. Though, with someone as tiny as Leo, it left him even more concerned than he would normally be. 

“I see… ‘Tis no trouble. Wouldst thou grant me leave to carry thee? I dost fear thou mayest succumb to slumber whist we travel there.” It wouldn’t surprise him if he did. Either way, he wasn’t going to touch Leo in any way that the painter didn’t give him permission to first, both out of respect and because he would rather not see someone try to hurt him through his armor and hurt themself again. 

[blcssom]

"yes, well... he's not quite as ambitious as i am." which was an understatement if there'd ever been one. she'd never been one to sit around and wait for what she wanted, and the idea of remaining in a less than ideal situation simply because it was more comfortable still didn't sit right with her. but neither did the thought of leaving the first real relationship she'd ever been a part of. miranda hadn't quite figured out where sleeping with jonah fell on her scale, but it certainly felt better than spending another night alone. she's a little too pleased to have gotten under his skin once more (only fair after he's made her blush like a school girl, she thinks), biting the inside of her cheek to keep a small smile in check. "that's what you think. maybe your blonde bimbos are just afraid of hurting your feelings. and i'm not sure you can say there's no risk when you've got a new girl in your bed every weekend: i'm not trying to contract anything, jonah." but, truthfully, he was saying all the right things and that much was clear by the way she continued creeping forward, drawing nearer and nearer to the edge of his bed. "devon has his charms." not enough that he deserved her defense, but she was nothing if not loyal. her eyes zeroed in on his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips, fingertips walking along the edge of his bed now that she was close enough. his offer was more than tempting... and it was what they'd both been dancing around for weeks. months, even. head tilting, she finally allowed him a small smile. "....you think my body's perfect?"

"and yet... here you are." it was no surprise to jonah that her efforts to secure new housing with devon were unsuccessful. he was constantly late with his half of the rent payment, frequently asking to borrow money, and he strongly doubted miranda would've been willing to pick up the slack for him should they have found a place to live on their own. at first his financial unreliability had been irritating, causing jonah to consider seeking alternate living arrangements himself, but then miranda started coming around more frequently, and he found that her presence was enough to make up for his former frustrations. the way the hue of her cheeks deepened in color wasn't lost on him, that ever present smirk still tugging at his lips even as they wrapped around his cigarette for another drag. he could always tell when he'd hit a nerve, having learned her tells over time so that even when she tried to suppress her true emotions, he could still decipher them. "who said it's sub-par?" he scoffed, such an accusation possibly the most offensive thing she'd ever said to him. "it's always mind-blowing with me— for all parties involved. and you're not the only chick with a girlfriend i've fucked... i can be very discreet. no risk involved." of course, none of those girls had been dating his roommate, which would no doubt make things messier. or, perhaps, it would make sneaking around even easier, since she already had a reason to be at his place. he could feel her resolve weakening, gradually giving way to what she truly wanted, and he knew he had her hooked. all she needed was a little more convincing, and they'd both be headed towards a happy ending. "oh, i'm sure... you're just picky, huh?" he chuckled. "rightfully so. you could have your pick of any guy you wanted, that's not something you should take lightly. any guy, and yet you chose devon... to each their own, i guess." tapping the accumulated ash off the end of his cigarette into an empty cup on his bedside table, he remained studying her, his gaze heavy with the weight of his own desire, eyes lingering on where her nipples were pressing up against the flimsy material of her top as he wetted his lips. "i get it— you love him, or whatever. that's fine. you can have your sexless loverboy, and you can have someone willing to camp out between your legs for hours while he's at work, no strings attached. someone dying to get you off as many times as your perfect little body can handle... you can have whatever you want. all you have to do is ask."

[despairs-memorial]

It wasn't all that much of a surprise to not be acknowledged upon someone walking into their art studio, what with how Leo tended to blend in amongst the specifically placed easels, canvases, and rolling carts of paints. That, and most people thought if they pretended he wasn't there, they wouldn't have to interact with 'the blind kid'. Leo could tell the lights had been switched on, but beyond that, they were unable to recognize the person by their steps. Heavy boots, slow steps, the occasional pause paired with the careful shifting of the canavses stacked against the walls...

"If you're looking for whatever just came in here, I can hear it scuttling around over there." They called out from behind a large easel with only a brief pause in their painting to point towards a large drying rack across the room. "And I would very much appreciate it if you could make sure whatever you're after didn't walk through any wet paint, both for my sake and theirs. And please, if you moved anything, put it back so I don't fucking die trying to walk around. Last guy that was in here moved a cart of paint and didn't move it the whole half a foot back to where he got it, and that shit went fucking everywhere."

//can i offer gundham my blind painter boi owo

With Gundham’s own thoughts completely absorbed in finding the small dog that had, once more, left his side to go ask for scraps and get him to chase her, he would barely even notice if he ran into someone, let alone if someone was in the room with him. Though, now that he was taken out of his thoughts at the mention of her being close and in reach, he was eager to scoop her up and get her leash on her. 

“I thank you for your aid in locating the terror of man, seer. Kehehe, even I shudder to imagine the horrors that she would inflict upon your sanctum.” With how much damage she did to his own, Gundham genuinely did fear what she could do in a place with paint. Carefully moving some canvases out of the way, he quickly scoops up the pomeranian who was looking at him with a half annoyed, half loving expression.

Checking things as he put the canvases back, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. “Worry not, she left no mark on your works. However, I would suggest that you lock your door better in the future. We may not be so fortunate should her dark desires lead her here once more.”

[ihaznoclue]

"Not Gross"

Bayverse Turtles x Reader (Seperate)

Warnings -> Trauma, Scars, Insecurity, Hurt/Comfort

Note -> Reader has a scar from left should to their right hip from their father int he past and reader doesn't know that the boys see it

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

Not-Proof read - Going back to school tomorrow T-T

Bro I feel bad for Donnie it looks like he was trying to go for a fist bump but Mikey just pats him on the back - shell? and he goes along with it! LMAO (Mikey how could you >:T)

LEONARDO

It was late, the dojo was empty and it was lit only by the warm, low lights from either the sign that were displayed on the walls

You'd come to stretch out after a long day of school/work, you were alone with your thought that was letting silence fill the space

You thought you were alone since the boys went out on night patrol

Your hoodie was off somewhere near by your feet, leaving just your sports top and sweats as you bent into a stretch, you hadn't realized how much your shirt had been lifted, revealing more of your back then usual

That's when he came and saw it even though he didn't mean to

Leo had walked in quietly, as he didn't even go on patrol tonight as his father told him that the boys should be able to lead on their own

Leo froze mid-step into the dojo as his eyes caught on the faint trail along your back, seeing it trail to your right hip

His breath stilled as he didn't mean to see it but now that he had, he couldn't unsee it

That mark... it told a story, the one you never told him

He wasn't sure if he should say something but something in him needed to

"Name.."

Your body jolted hearing the familiar voice call out your name, you spun around halfway as you yanked your shirt back down but it was already too late

Leo's gaze met yours.. calm, steady and wasn't judging - just watching

Even though you tried to play it cool saying "I didn't know you were here, I though you left for patrol"

He nodded "I was meant to but master splinter changed his mind, the others went and I didn't mean to startle you"

You swallows hard and turned away "It's fine, you weren't supposed to see that" He then took a step forward a little bit

"Why?"

You didn't answer but then spoke "It's just a scar" Your arms moved as you hugged yourself "it's not exactly... pretty"

"Does it still hurt" He asks, his voice quiet but firm

You then hesitated, surprised by the question "No.. Not physically"

Leo was silent for a moment then softly spoke "You should've told me you know" That made you look at him "Why?"

"Because I care.." He said simply "And because carrying something like that alone - it's too heavy.. even for someone as strong as you"

Your lips parted, but no words came out, Leo stepped a little bit closer now as he kept his distance respectfully but his eyes held that steady intensity that always made your heart skip

"You think it's something to hide" he said a little bit softer now "But to me? It means you survived something you weren't suppose to and you're still standing strong"

You blinked up at him as your throat tightened

"It's not Gross, that's strength and that's you" This mad your breath to hitch "you don't have to be perfect for me.. you just have to be real and I always choose you, scars and all I don't care"

He then reached up a hand to cup your cheek, the silence between you two stretched but it felt safe.. solid, like he wasn't asking you to open up

Just letting you know that when you were ready, he would be there and listen to o everything

and that?

That was everything for you

RAPHAEL

The lair was somewhat quiet, it was rare and peaceful. You thought you were alone, wrapped up in the stillness after having a quick shower, slipping into your shirt into Raph's room

Your back was to the entrance with the door slight cracked open and for once, you let your guard down

That's when he walked in

Raph had just finished his own training and figured that you'd still be in the kitchen grabbing water or something but the second he stepped into his room, he stopped cold

There it was, the scar along your back

A long, rough line that stretched from your left shoulder to the opposite side of your hip, old and faded but not forgotten. It screamed of something dark, dangerous and painful

And you didn't see him until it was too late, you turned slightly, humming to yourself until you saw him making you freeze on the spot

Your eyes locked on his as panic surged in your chest, thinking that he was going to say something bad about your scar

"Raph!" You gasped, jerking your shirt back down in one quick motion as if that could erase what he just saw just now

"You weren't suppose to - shit - I didn't know if anyone was still here at the lair.."

Your pulse was pounding in your ears, he didn't say anything at first but just stood there, staring, jaw tight and eye unreadable

"It's nothing okay? Just a scar"

"A scar?" he echoed, his voice was low "This ain't just a scar sweetheart"

You couldn't dare to look him in the eyes as you looked down at the floor, your arms were crossed tight over your torso to try and hide "It's old, doesn't matter anymore"

Raph scoffed as he took a steps, his eyes narrowing but not with judgement but with concern "You really think I'm gonna let that slide like it's nothin'? What happened to make you get that"

"I.. I don't wanna talk about it" You said quickly to turn the whole situation down "And I don't need your pity Raph, It's ugly and it happened.. end of story" You snapped

"Ugly" he asks, his voice sounded sharp then stepping now in front of you, close enough to make you back up against the wall

"You think I give a damn about what it looks like?" He asks

You didn't answer as you kept your eyes on the floor

"I've got scars too, ya know" He muttered still looking at you "Plenty.. outside and even some inside, you think that makes me gross?"

Your head snapped up as your eyes are widened "No! Of course not!"

He looked at you with such softness "Then why the hell would you think you think I'd see you like that?" He asked again

You sniffed, Raph's voice dropped, rough but gentle mixed "whatever happened to you.. it left a mark, yeah but you survived it and you're still standin' That don't make you gross - it makes you strong"

He then reached his hand to lift your chin up to look at him once more, there was silence then just as you were about to break it with some joke or half-assed apology, he reached his other hand out and gently took your wrist

Slowly but carefully giving you a chance to pull away if you wanted but you didn

He guided your hand to his own plastron, just over his plastron were some cuts

"We all got pieces of the past that hurt" He said "But you? You don't ever gotta hide yours from me sweets"

That made you lean into him and for once, Raph didn't flinch or play tough, he just held you there

Soild and steady like the world couldn't shake him off of you

And you now believed your scar was worth something

DONATELLO

The lab was warm as it had a glowing blue lights from Donnie's computers and the faint buzz of his electronics

You'd been helping Donnie with some minor tech repairs for his inventions - nothing to crazy right? just passing him some tools, keeping him company while he tinkered away

It was also getting pretty late, you didn't think he'd notice when you peeled off your hoodie which caused your shirt to climb up your back revealing some of your scar

You turned away to fold it and put it on the chair near by, forgetting just how far your shirt just rode up when you moved your hoodie off

You didn't see him stop nor didn't hear the quiet clink of a tool hitting the floor when Donnie looked up and froze

His eyes caught the line of the scar along your back area, a long, pale ling that went down to your hip

That's until he asked you a question "Wha- what's that?" You flinched at the question before slowly turning as you realised it was too late on what he'd already saw of you

"Nothing!" You said, yanking down your shirt quickly "I- I didn't know you were looking"

"Wait- sorry I wasn't like you know staring.. or.. anything, I just looked up and I saw" He confessed

You gave him a small smile that didn't quite reach your eyes "Well now you've seen it, it's gross I know" That caused his expression to shift instantly

Like you'd just spoke in a different language or something

"Gross? No, no wait - that's not.. why would you ever think that?" He asked making you hesitate for a bit

"People don't exactly find that kind of things cute, Don"

Donnie stood up slowly, wiping his hands on a cloth before stepping closer but not too close but close enough to make you feel.. seen

"I know it's not suppose to be cute but it's part of your story isn't it?" He asked making you swallow hard, unsure what to say next

He tucked a finger under his glasses as he adjusted them nervously but then looked back at you

Eyes wide and warm and filled with something that looked like.. admiration..

"I mean.. the fact that you lived enough through something that left a scar like that.. that's not Gross.. that's something strong.. and honestly?" He then paused

Then added a little quieter "I think it makes you even more amazing than I already thought you were" That made you blink up at him

"Even more..?"

He smiled softly "I've always thought you were kind of incredible dove"

Your face flushed with red, just as his did but with a more darker shade of his green skin

Then Donnie got a little bit serious as his voice softened more now "You don't ever have to hide that from me okay? or anything else, I'm not going to judge you or anything like that, I'm not going anywhere"

And somehow in the quiet of his lab, you were surrounded by wires and beeping machine

But you felt safer than you had before

MICHELANGELO

Mikey come back to the room looking for his phone, well more like he thought he left his phone even though he just missed your company and wanted to see you again

He slowed to a stop in the doorway of his room and that's when he spotted you with your back turned to him, lifting up your shirt to wipe some sweat off your face making your back becomes visible to him

And that's when he saw it

A long, jagged scar, fainted in some places of your back, cutting all the way of your back

Trailing down to your right hip and he wondered how long and painful that scar might of been when you got it

It wasn't just a scratch or anything it meant something, pain, a past you never told him about because you were too scared to

His mouth opened to say something but the words were caught, then you turned your head around as your eyes met

Your smiled fell the second you relaized what he might of saw from your back

"Wait! Mikey" You gasped, yanking your shirt down so fast "You.. weren't suppose to see that-"

He stepped forward, slower than usual as a gentleness in his eyes that you weren't used to from anyone before

No teasing, no flirting, just Mikey.. the real Mikey..

"Why didn't tell me?" His voice sounded betrayed but soft, like it hurt to ask

You looked away from him too scared to say anything but spoke up "Because it's ugly. I didn't want you to see me like that and I figured if you knew you'd maybe think I was.. I don't know gross.."

That hit in right in the chest, like a powerful punch

"Whoa whoa whoa! What?" Mikey blinked a couple of times as if he misheard you "Hold up gross? Angelcakes you think that would make me see you as less?" He asked

You shrugged as an answer, not trusting your own voice to speak up for you

Mikey moved closer, careful like you were a piece of fragile art - not because he thought you were weaker but because he respected the hell out of you

He then gently rested a three-fingered hand on your arm "Scars tells stories, angelcakes and to anyone who thinks your scars are ugly.. they never deserved to hear yours in the first place"

You finally looked up at him, reallying looked at him with slight tears forming in your eyes

"You're not Gross, you're badass, you're beautiful and now that I know you've been carrying that alone" He smiled but it was a sad one "You don't have to hold it anymore okay?"

Your heart ached in the best way possible, Mikey just got it

"Okay" You whispered as your two pressed heads together

It was just Mikey standing in front of you as he offered you the kind of comfort only someone who really saw you could give

He looked at more differently now but in the best way and..

That didn't scare you..

-A<3

[butterfilledpockets]

Casey Jones teaches Casey Apocalypse Jones to be a teenager (TMNT 2012 x ROTTMNT)

(aka some doodles I spent far too much time on after re-discovering 2012 emo songs)

fashion advice, 12!Casey saw Jr still wearing his end of the world outfit and as muhc as it was "metal" he thought he could do better. It quicly became appparent to everyone else that he could not.

(MORE CLOSE UPS UNDER CUT)

Every Casey Jones shares one thing, they are part fo the fam (pre makeover, about to go into battle)

(fuck the 2012 turtles are so hard to draw) 12!Donnie secretely hoping he could snatch Jr, but now learns Casey was teaching him rebellion.

April spent basically the entirety of the early seasons of the show trying to save her father, she knows what its like to loose a father figure adn get them back 'different'. I feel like these two would really get along.

Leo walks in halfway through the makeover, is having flashbacks to Donnie's MCR phase and hurting (for people who struggle to read the text it has the lyrics to "dear maria count me in" int eh background, and "an ungodly amount of eyeliner" pointing at Rise Casey)

his training has paid off (let me tell you I spent way way too long looking for weird funny goth/emo shirts, if you guys have any PLEASE PLEASE drop them to me I wanna see what the internet as to offer)

[mateoxcordova]

"Yes, it's like my brain chemistry shifted when I moved back.... I seemed so much more responsible and in control of things in Arizona...." Though, if he were really honest with himself, he'd been operating on auto-pilot whilst living near his sister, just trying to make everyone around him believe that he were someone who could be responsible for a child and his students. He'd never quite believed the act himself, but it had convinced his peers well enough.

"Nah, I think they'll be great. I mean, as long as they get all the devious tendencies out now, then think of all the brain power they'll have to end world hunger or cure cancer! I think I'm doing them a favor by letting them prank me.... they need an outlet for their mischief." Yeah, that was it. He was practically a paragon of virtue!

"God, don't remind me. I got food poisoning from those chicken skewers he all but forced us all to try." His hand laid over his stomach as though even the mention made him nauseous. "They're good, I think! The students adjusted quickly... I mean, who the principal is doesn't really affect their day-to-day. The teachers are all still hesitant, but I get it. I'm the new boss, it's a lot of uncertainty."

Leo had been far from a saint when he was his students' age, which made it hard for him to actually stay mad at them even if they were really pushing his limits. He'd seen some of his coworkers crumble under the everyday stressors of working with kids, and he understood that to a certain extent, but he also knew that they were mostly just looking for a reaction. If he didn't give them the one they wanted, they usually got bored and backed off. (Also, Leo thought he had thicker skin than a lot of his coworkers, but he wasn't going to say that part aloud.)

"A magnetic field works too, though. I did immediately feel a little more manic when I moved here, so you might be onto something. Whatever it is, these kids are just built different. It's a little scary, actually. They're gonna take over the world someday."

"How's everything going over there otherwise, though? I don't think I've seen you since that thing... the superintendent's cookout thing."

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