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Welcome to Get Free Invoice, your go-to solution for generating professional invoices quickly and easily! With our free invoice generator, you can create detailed, professional invoices in just a few clicks. Whether you're a freelancer, small business owner, or service provider, our platform allows you to create invoices free of charge, helping you manage your finances efficiently. At Get Free Invoice, we also offer a user-friendly invoice maker that simplifies your billing process. Just enter your details, and let our tool do the work. Start using our free invoice generator today and streamline your invoicing!

[mango-shpango]

dude the fact that this whole shit is between dream n tommy but dream keeps dragging other people in !?!?

[lcpmon]

Id love to make more than just ten sets of sbms charms bc the niche sells well and I don't intend on making high profits on this stuff, but I'm so serious abt gatekeeping my creations. Like I'd draw little attention even if I wasnt drawing old man sbms to fulfil my own interests, but there's certain groups I just could not sell to

[eformscreators]

How to Use Your Last Paystub to File Taxes

Filing taxes can be a daunting task, but understanding how to use your last paystub can simplify the process. Whether you're an employee or a freelancer, your paystub contains crucial information needed to complete your tax return. In this blog, we'll walk you through the steps of using your last paystub to file taxes and highlight some useful tools like a paystub generator, 1099 MISC Form, and more.

Understanding Your Paystub

A paystub provides a detailed breakdown of your earnings and deductions. Key components include:

Gross Earnings: Total income before any deductions.

Net Earnings: Income after deductions.

Federal and State Taxes: Amounts withheld for tax purposes.

Social Security and Medicare: Deductions for social security and Medicare contributions.

Other Deductions: Any other deductions such as health insurance or retirement contributions.

Steps to File Taxes Using Your Last Paystub

1. Gather Your Paystub and Relevant Forms

Before you begin, ensure you have your last paystub of the year. You may also need other documents such as the 1099 MISC Form if you're a freelancer or independent contractor.

2. Review Your Paystub

Check that all information is correct, including your gross and net earnings, tax withholdings, and any other deductions. If you notice any discrepancies, contact your employer or use a paystub generator to create a corrected version.

3. Calculate Your Total Income

Use the gross earnings listed on your last paystub to calculate your total income for the year. If you have multiple jobs, add the gross earnings from all your paystubs.

4. Enter Information into Tax Forms

Transfer the information from your paystub to the appropriate tax forms. For employees, this is usually the W-2 form. Freelancers will use the 1099 MISC Form.

5. Deductions and Credits

Review any deductions or credits you may be eligible for, such as educational credits, retirement contributions, or health savings accounts. Ensure these are accurately reflected in your tax return.

6. File Your Taxes

You can file your taxes online or via mail. If you’re using a tax software, it will guide you through the process, ensuring all information from your paystub is correctly entered.

Related Article: DG Paystub

Useful Tools and Resources

Paystub Generators

If you need to create or correct a paystub, a paystub generator or paystub creator can be invaluable. These tools allow you to enter your earnings and deductions to generate a professional paystub. 

1099 MISC Form

Freelancers and independent contractors must report their income using the 1099 MISC Form. Ensure you have all necessary 1099 forms from each client.

Additional Resources

Balance Sheet Sample: Useful for freelancers to track their financial health throughout the year.

Employee Handbook: Review your company's employee handbook for any additional financial benefits or deductions you may be eligible for.

Personal Financial Statement: Helps in organizing your finances and preparing for tax season.

NDA Generator: If you need to protect sensitive information while sharing financial data with accountants or tax preparers.

Invoice Generator: For freelancers, maintaining accurate invoices ensures all income is reported correctly.

Conclusion

Using your last paystub to file taxes can be straightforward if you follow these steps and utilize the right tools. Paystub generators, financial statements, and proper documentation are key to ensuring your tax return is accurate and complete. By staying organized and informed, you can simplify the tax filing process and avoid any last-minute stress.

Remember, always double-check your information and consult a tax professional if you have any doubts or complex financial situations. Happy filing!

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Significance of Customer Service Tools

Customer service tools are not a new concept, but these are indispensable for organisations to handle their customer issues and enhance their experience. These software solutions are based on ticketing systems and allow customer support representatives to track, manage, and set priorities based on client preferences. In this system, the customers get a notification regarding their raised tickets, and they can complete and upload the documents related to the bug issues they are facing. For more details, visit the website!

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[bunybunn]

Oh my fucking god THE FUCKING INVOICE BEING PAYED BY TUBBO AND THEN USING SITUATION WHER IF I UNDERSTAND CORRECTLY THE CONTENT CREATORS GOT SCAMMED

DREAM DIDN'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT THE SITUATION AND YET HE TRIED TO USE IT AGAINST TOMMY

And also they way Dream keeps cutting out context from all the Tommy's clips making me want to punch the screen

[orchres]

Hey besties! I'm once again in need of y'all's help. Alhamdulilah this year has been relatively financially stable for me, but I'm still a gig worker and 1 of 2 working adults in a 6 person household living in a country being economically decimated by the IMF so I have to wait on people to decide if they wanna pay me poverty wages when I invoice them 🙃 currently I'm flat broke and urgently need to pay my bills. Asking for 85 to pay them + tide me over until my money comes through 🙏🏾 thank youuuu

pp: dropinthisdrive@gmail.com

kofi:

[truths33k3r4]

CHAPTER 15 - Blemished Innocence

Don let out a light groan as he stretched into the back of his office chair, the gentle squeak of leather bringing a welcomed sense of familiarity to his chaotic week. He couldn’t begin to explain how great it felt to return to his blessedly predictable desk job. It certainly hadn’t been all sunshine and rainbows, especially when he took a cautious peek at his inbox and the colossal amount of invoices nearly made him topple off his chair. But he had made a promise that he would make up for the lost (stolen) time, and he had no intent to break it. He made sure to rise earlier than required, starting with organizing his emails into categories of ‘ASAPs’ and ‘eventuallys��. 

Another thought appeared into his mind as his gaze landed on Lotus’ implant connected to his computer. 

He still had to tell Leo about what he found in the files. 

That reminder wasn’t pleasant. There was so much to discuss, and normally he would be ecstatic to discover new facts and theories about their guest and the world above… but this time there was so much dread pooled within his heart. Just thinking about opening those files again made his lungs quake and his brain skip like a broken cd player. 

His mind forced him to remember the news article.

The birth certificate.

The photo of lifeless bodies covered by a tarp-

His heart pounded at his chest painfully, leaving Don clinging to his upper plastron.

Stop. I’ll deal with that later- Don’t think about it-  Speak truth. 

All of that is in the past. The past can’t harm you. The past is nothing but faded, irrelevant memories.

Keep your head in the now.

He took a steadying breath, spoke a hushed prayer, and then got back to work.

. . .

Just as he finished sorting the first fifty emails in his inbox, his stomach began to plead. 

Huh. He thought after taking a quick glance at the time, Guess I’m a little past due for breakfast… Alright, I’ll just finish another ten emails and then- Another complaining rumble cut off his thought, making the genius groan in displeasure. “Oh, come on! Just one more then? I gotta catch up- there’s like five hundre-” Another louder, angrier rumble sounded, making Don slump in his chair defeated. “FINE!” He yelled at literally no one, “I’ll get breakfast, just shut up! GEEZ.” With an annoyed huff through his nostrils, he begrudgingly turned off the monitor and trudged into the hall.

As he walked, his footsteps giving off a slight echo in the silence of his home, his mind steadily began to drift. 

Compared to at night, the lair always felt different in the morning. Sure, it was the same building, but the rooms always felt more peaceful after dawn. As if the sun rising far above ground could still reach its rays into the depths of their home, warming the floors and walls with a sense of comfort that the moon never could. For a long time, the freckled brother despised the morning, as if the rising sun were forcing him against his will to start his day. It also may not have helped that he would stay up far too late studying or getting lost in one of his many fantasy novels… But as he grew and matured, he eventually found a gentle comfort in rising earlier than everyone else. Not only was the quiet appreciated, but it gave him a chance to just sit and ponder about anything he wanted. Instead of filling him with worry like they did in the depths of night, his thoughts now filled him with wonder- as he reflected on the majesty and creativity of his Creator.

Those silent moments were ones he solely shared with God. He could sit on the couch and simply pray to his Father, thanking Him for everything under the sun- things that, amidst the bustle of siblings and excitement, might otherwise go unnoticed and unappreciated. Only during those quiet moments of reflection would he remember blessings in his life that he had taken for granted: Clean water to drink, a soft couch to sit on, sturdy walls that kept him and his family safe… It was frightening how easily one could forget such gifts. 

As he turned the corner of the hall, his ears picked up on a muffled argument through the Medbay doors. Ah, right… He remembered, Leo said he was planning on giving Lotus a check up today… Just before he passed the closed door- hoping to give his oldest brother and his patient some privacy- the argument inside struck a crescendo, making Don freeze in his tracks. A female voice inside, though groggy, sounded absolutely livid.

Oh good grief… What in the world happened now? 

The genius’ budding curiosity won out against his manners as he silently placed the side of his head to the Medbay door. 

“I’m done, Leo. I’m DONE.” Lotus growled, her tone flaring with exasperation.

“Lotus, be careful with your leg!” Leo frantically pleaded, his voice pulled thin. 

The sounds that followed resembled the creaks of a table, making Don realize that Lotus was attempting to slide off it. No wonder Leo sounded so worried. His oldest brother’s concerns quickly came to fruition at the sound of a sharp cry from his patient, clearly in pain from putting pressure on her injured limb. 

“- Lotus, please stop! Do you want me to have to re-stitch your le-”

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Lotus screamed, her words trembling between shuddered gasps of air.

Don jolted away from the door at the sound of a loud, harsh slap.

His expression of frozen surprise instantly ignited into a fierce blaze. Still hands curved into shaking fists as his breaths became shorter than the lit fuse within him.

Thing’s have officially gone too far-

Don threw the door open, radiating with protective fury. “WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?” He bellowed to the room, but set his glare directly onto the girl.  He expected to see an inferno of anger eating away every inch of Lotus’ face, going by the fact that she had the gall to slap his most caring and gentle brother. 

But instead, all the genius could find on her pale expression was regret and fear. She held one hand tightly to her chest, cradling it as if it’d been burned. Her lavender irises darted back and forth in a trembling zig zag, eventually landing on the eldest. 

Following the girl’s gaze, Don barely caught how Leo pulled away his own hand from his face, revealing a stinging, red hue blooming on his left cheek. 

“What. Happened.” Don repeated, his tone boiling with impatience for answers.

“Nothing.” Leo and Lotus stated simultaneously as their gazes both fell guiltily to the floor. 

It had not even been a DAY since Don and his brothers had a long, teary, uncomfortable intervention with the oldest. And YET, HERE LEO WAS- With that same weighted, liable expression dragging down his features.

Don took an ineffective breath.

Oh, that DOES IT.

“Alright, that’s it!” Don shouted, stomping to his oldest brother’s side. “YOU.” He growled as he raised an accusing finger at Leo. “You’re coming with me. YOU-” His neck snapped to Lotus making the frightened girl shrivel like a petal in flame. “You stay and rest. I’ll send Raph and Mikey in later and they’ll bring you somewhere more comfortable.” 

Lotus remained half-standing, her pupils swallowed by the whites of her blown-out eyes.

Don’s expression and voice grew cold as stone. “SIT. DOWN.” He commanded, to which Lotus promptly obeyed, lowering herself back onto the examination table. “Stay.” He growled as his finger stiffly pointed to the floor. He spun back around and grabbed Leo by the lip of his shell. 

“-WhA- HEY!” Leo barked as he began flailing, trying to wriggle out of the genius’ grip. “DON! Geh- L-Let go!”

“-Nope, you are coming with me and we are going to eat because I am starving.” Don stated with authority he didn’t possess, as he began dragging the oldest into the hall.

“-Stop!” Leo continued to squawk in between his thrashes, “I can walk by myse-” 

Heterochromatic irises zeroed in on his oldest brother, burning Leo with the growing annoyance of an exhausted retail employee who hadn’t had their coffee yet. In a psychotically calm tone that didn’t match the genius’ seething expression, Don whispered, “You have two seconds to begin walking down this hallway or else I shall resort to measures that will make you question reality itself.” 

At that, the eldest’s eyes widened in knowing dread; Everyone in the Hamato family knew not to mess with the brother that harnessed the brains of Solomon and the temper of Cain. “Okay! OKAY, I’ll go!!” The Medic cried out in a rare, whiny tone.

This child.

Don’s iron grip released, allowing the eldest to stand at full height again. Leo wore an expression of complete annoyance as he grumbled, walking to the doorway. Before the freckled brother joined him, he twisted around and gave Lotus one last glare; A silent threat that he wouldn’t hesitate to correct any more unwelcome behavior. Luckily, Lotus got the message going by her eyes widening again, as she scrambled to sit perfectly still. 

Good. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

He then joined his brother in the hall, closing the door behind him. 

The two walked for a bit, both keeping a steady pace for different reasons: One was starving, while the other was being casually kidnapped.

Before they reached the last curve of the hallway, Don leaned over and carefully grabbed Leo’s face. 

“H-Hey!” The eldest exclaimed in surprise as his head was turned. “What are you-!”  

 “Stop moving. I’m just checking…” Don directed, inspecting the inflamed area on the eldest’s skin. He hummed to himself. “It doesn’t look too bad. I recommend getting some ice on that soon, though.”

“I’m fine.” Leo shrugged, his voice revealing more hidden guilt as he gently tried to pull away from his brother’s grip. He averted his eyes to a nearby wall.  “I’ve gotten worse in training. Besides, it barely hurts now.”

So this is the game we’re gonna play? Alright then. Let’s test your little diagnosis.

Don tightened his fingers on the very spot, resulting in the leader clenching his eyes with a hiss.

 “-OW! Okay- Hahh that’s enough-” Leo winced, a single tear glistening at the edge of his eye.

No, I don’t think it is. Don thought, as he increased the pressure of the pinch.

“-Ow, ow! I get it, I get it- I’ll be honest- I’m sorry!-” The Medic whimpered as his hands tried to pull Don’s away.

Uh huh. That’s what I thought.

“You better get it, seeing how it’s a sermon you’ve heard more than a thousand times. Reckless idiot.” Don groaned.

“Hey- Ow! Okay, OKAY! I YIELD! Gah~” The younger finally released his grip, allowing the eldest to rub at the angry, red skin on his face. “Didn’t have to be so rude about it, Don… Ow…” 

The sibling in question chuckled sadistically. “I don’t waste my time with propriety, dear oldest brother. Nice does not immediately mean effective.”

A mischievous smirk grew on Leo’s pained face. “Is that Biblical?” He asked, a knowing spite flickering behind his icy irises.

Ohohoho this boy-

Don nodded as an evil grin made its home on his face. “Yes, I believe the verse you’re looking for is Proverbs 23:9. You know it?” 

Leo’s grin twitched as he centered all his focus into recalling the passage. 

Don began playing the theme of “Jeopardy” in his mind as he waited for the inevitable.

“... No, I do not.” The eldest eventually admitted with an aggravated sigh. 

It feels good to win.

“‘Speak not in the ears of a fool: for he will despise the wisdom of thy words.’” Don quoted as his smile grew in victory. “Check and mate.”

Leo sputtered at that, offense clear in his expression. “THAT VERSE DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO LIFT ME BY MY SHELL!” 

Don shrugged as his smile grew more subtle. “No, but it does tell me that words don’t work on a fool~ Therefore other measures must be taken in order to get the point across.”

Leo’s jaw dropped at that, his maw hanging open wide enough for a fly to land inside. He looked absolutely exasperated. It was hilarious.

“YOU-” The eldest squeaked, “I- We are NOT DONE HERE-”

“No, we definitely are~.” Don hummed in obvious instigation as he continued walking down the hall, pushing Leo along. “Meet up next week? Same time? I’m also open on Tuesday evenings~.”

Leo turned to his younger brother. “Why do you do that?” He whispered through gritted teeth. 

“Because it’s fun to debate with someone who relies too much on feeling rather than facts.” Don remarked, his subtle smirk growing. 

“Both are important, you jerk.” Leo spat back, now walking at the same pace as his brother.

“Yes, but one is far more reliable than the other.” Don finished, just as the two reached the living room. He looked around, trying to spot his fiery twin. “Hey, have you seen Raph? He’s usually finishing up devotions right about now…”

Leo’s pout remained on his face as he walked past the living room to the stairs that led up to the kitchen. “Last I saw him he was training with-” The eldest opened the doors, surprise flooding over his bleeding pride as he noticed his youngest brother seated at the table. “-Mikey?” 

The questioning tone of the oldest made Don speed up his gait while he slid out his phone from his belt and texted his twin, 

[Can you go get Lotus in a bit? I think she’ll be okay on the couch for now. Maybe bring her some crackers too? She’s as thin as a twig.]

No response came, which wasn’t that far off for his twin. Compared to Don, who was used to answering every call and email immediately, Raph wasn’t so quick to look over his texts. It was hard to hear the vibrations of incoming messages when he was busy wailing on a punching bag or getting lost in his sketchbook.

Oh well, perhaps that’ll give Lotus more time to calm down, then.

He made his way into the kitchen, freezing at the sight before him. On the table sat a sandwich, completely untouched by Mikey’s side. Alarm bells began to ring in both the older brother’s heads at that. The youngest had always been a foodie, never leaving a single crumb on his plate. Therefore something was seriously wrong. Mikey’s hand wraps were torn to shreds and his face was the color of a stop sign. 

What the shell happened?!

Leo jogged up to the youngest. “Uh, Mike? You alright?”

Michelangelo turned around with a horrified expression. “I’ve heard things…” He mumbled, his tone small and drowning in mortification.

Who pulled his wire???

Don glanced at Leo, both older brothers making eye contact. With a subtle nod between them, they approached the table and reached for a seat. While Leo pulled his chair parallel to Mikey’s, close enough that their knees were touching, Don pulled his away from the table, to Mikey’s left side. The freckled brother only had a short break from work, so he needed a clean route for escape when necessary.

Don’s features creased with a growing amount of questions. “May I ask, little brother, why your face is doing its best impersonation of Raph’s mask?”

Mikey’s hollow stare continued, not even acknowledging the genius’ question.

That may have peeved off said genius just a little bit.

“Mike. Michael. MIKEY, HEY!” Don heightened in volume while impatiently snapping his fingers in the youngest’s petrified face. “Have your files been CORRUPTED??”

No reaction came from his baby brother. No flinch, no whine, no giggle, nothing. Don would be lying if he said he wasn’t starting to get a bit concerned. If it were his computer screen freezing for this long, he would’ve turned it off and back on again. 

Unfortunately the full system reboot of a person wouldn’t be so forgiving. 

Leo popped back into the conversation after hearing the rising annoyance in his clever brother’s voice. “Mikey- Dude, you’re making Don panic.” The eldest softly warned, while lightly tapping at Mikey’s cheek to hopefully snap him out of his apparent trance. 

Don huffed. Who says I’m panicking? I’m not panicking! My brain’s just expecting a pop up window to appear over Mikey stating “SYSTEM ERROR”…

The youngest eventually shook his head, cheeks remaining their crimson hue. “Wha?” He asked, as if he were portalled there rather than having walked himself.

“EARTH TO BRAIN DEAD BROTHER,” Don bellowed, knocking a little too aggressively at Mikey’s skull. “Are your brainwaves FUNCTIONING TODAY??”

“Don, quit it!” The oldest squeaked in command, making his right cheek blossom to a similar color of his left. He cleared his throat. “Please stop. For once in you and Raph’s lives, how about you accept that violence isn’t the answer here.” He stated as he pulled up his chair and began inspecting Mikey’s body for any unnoticed cuts or bruises. It wouldn’t be the first time the youngest hid an injury after skateboarding or a stunt gone wrong. Though, the reason he wouldn’t admit to having an accident was usually because he didn’t realize he had one… whether that was the cause of a concussion or a head lost in the clouds. “What the shell happened to him?” Leo muttered to no one in particular, after supposedly not finding any scratches or bumps.

Don leaned further in his own chair, his hand resting solidly on the tip of his chin. “... Perhaps he’s actually lost it- all those mindless cartoons he watches have finally melted his brain.” He got nothing but a quick side-eye from the Team Medic for the comment. 

“Mikey! Dude, come on you’re starting to freak me out…” Leo said, a subtle tenseness growing in his tone and posture. He tried tapping at the youngest’s face again, and that finally did it. Mikey let out a startled gasp, pulling back from Leo’s hand.

 “Uh… s-sorry…” He whimpered, his head slowly recoiling into his shell.

 “AH- NO-” Don yelled, rising from his seat and slapping Mikey on the knee. 

“Owww!” The youngest whined. 

“DON!” Leo snapped, twisting his head to glare at the genius.

“No retreating until we get some answers for your stupefied behavior.” Don demanded. His posture began to relax a bit after hearing Mikey whine like that. At least he finally made a sound!

The youngest whimpered, his hands rubbing the ‘wounded’ leg from Don’s ‘attack’. “Uh… M-Me and Dad talked…” He shakily mumbled.

Don and Leo turned to give the other a questioning expression.

What on earth could Splinter have said to rattle the little guy so badly???

“What was it you discussed? No mere conversation would leave you speechless with the hue of a strawberry, little brother.” Don asked, concern softening the edges of his sharp tone.

Mikey answered in more squeezed whispers. “H-He told me about… uh… g-grown up stuff.”

That intrigued Don a little, enough to forget the time ticking away on his break. “Oh! Did he finally tell you about how taxes work?” 

Mikey’s face (somehow) grew a deeper shade of red as he slammed his head into his palms. A long groan escaped him, making both older brothers tense again.

It was one thing to find their baby brother sitting beside an uneaten sandwich. But it was a whole other level of concern when Mikey was refusing to talk about his problem. The youngest never shied away from any conversation, always believing he had the right to talk just like anyone else, whether he had experience in the subject or not. It certainly was aggravating to hear the youngest attempt to speak in confidence about something he didn’t know anything about, but the reason for his words was rarely ever to boost an ego.

Mikey just loved to talk. 

Even Don, the less emotionally-competent brother, could recognize the raw spark of joy his baby brother would feel from a long conversation with anyone in the family. This was most evident at the moments when he caught Mikey talking with Leo about medical subjects. They would go back and forth for hours, the Team Medic showing the youngest different techniques and remedies, while the younger would just sit with large eyes, nodding.

It didn’t matter if it was a Tuesday evening or the end of the world- their little brother always had something to say.

… So WHAT is happening NOW?

Don began creating a mental corkboard, placing all the factors that would help in finding the solution. 

First observation- Mikey’s face is bright red. He’s whimpering a lot. He wants to hide in his shell. All those are signs of distress and embarrassment.

 Second observation- his hand wraps are an absolute mess. He told us in the past that he only fidgets when he’s nervous or doesn’t know what to do with his hands. 

Third observation- He told us he talked to Dad about “grown up stu-

And that’s when all the pins on the board were connected by a long, red string. Don’s body struck rigid as a metal pole.

Mikey had a long conversation with Splinter that was so embarrassing it has left him in nearly a catatonic state. His face is as red as a rose because he’s terribly embarrassed. His hand wraps are ruined because of how nervous and uncomfortable he was. 

Embarrassed, nervous, and uncomfortable.

…Mikey’s thirteen now. I can’t believe I forgot his birthday was last week- 

Me and Raph… missed it. 

Oh my gosh. Mikey’s a TEENAGER.

Leo apparently came to the same conclusion as both he and the genius exchanged horrified glances.

Oh, this poor boy…

All of a sudden no one in the room wanted to make a sound. The air stilled as disguised panic choked the three teenagers, clamping their lips shut and making them refuse eye contact as if it would transfer the plague.

Someone kill me please. 

But eventually, bearing his role as leader and oldest brother, Leo made the needed sacrifice of his dignity to ask the clarifying question. 

“Um… Mike- Did you and uh, Dad talk about where um… babies come from?” The oldest asked, his voice getting smaller and smaller like Don’s will to exist in that very moment.

At that quiet question the youngest burst out, arms flailing and scaring the daylights out of Leo, “I THOUGHT THEY CAME IN LITTLE SPACESHIPS- NOT THROUGH THE MOMMY’S-”

“- MIKEY!” Both Don and Leo shrieked, thrusting themselves forward and slapping their hands over the youngest’s mouth to stop that sentence from ever escaping.

“-Yeah, okay, that���s what this is-” Leo let go of the youngest’s mouth with the caution of a bomb handler. “Uhhh…” He groaned to himself as his hand began stroking the back of his neck. He looked at Don with a clear question in his gaze.

The genius’ eyes widened in understanding as he rapidly shook his head.

Aw, frick no. You’re the oldest, you lead. I just do machines. Not my department.

Leo’s lips tightened into a dreading frown, but Don stood his ground. The leader sighed, turning back to his little brother who nearly had his whole head into the opening of his shell. “Uh, Mike, th-there’s really no need to be so embarrassed.” The oldest spoke hypocritically, especially in regards to the red now blossoming on his face. “It’s uh- natural. We shouldn’t be embarrassed by something that’s just doing its job, right?” 

“-UM,” Don interjected in a hushed hiss, trying not to frighten their poor, baby brother more than he already was. “Leo, do you remember that talk?? At that age? With DAD???”

“I don’t know! What am I supposed to tell him??” Leo harshly whispered back, pressing a hand onto the youngest’s shoulder. “The kid’s passed traumatized, what’s your solution here?!”

Run. My solution is to run.

“Alright!” Don stated quickly, rising from his chair gracelessly, “Now you know, little brother. Good for you. We shall never discuss this ever again.” He spoke, both words and steps increasing in speed as he tried to flee the kitchen. 

Unfortunately, his brother was a frickin' ninja.

“-DON, GET BACK HERE!” Leo yelled as he yanked on his retreating brother’s mask tails, making the genius let out a strangled, undignified sound. “You are not going to leave me with a broken baby brother!” 

“Actually I am!” Don wriggled, trying to escape his brother’s grip. “I have to get back to work! My timer’s about to go off!”

-I also want to curl up in a blanket and not exist in this world for twenty minutes, but he doesn’t need to know that…

Leo’s eyes hardened as he yanked Don closer, causing another yelp out of the freckled brother.

“Would you rather we settle this here, or do you want me to bring Mikey with me to your office?” The oldest mercilessly threatened, always aware of the cards in his deck and using them at the moments that would seal his victory.

OOOoooh you BRAT.

Don knew when he was beat. It was never a welcomed feeling, being humbled by a sibling at a seemingly higher rank, but he couldn’t deny that Leo had won. There was absolutely no way that this mortifying conversation would follow him to his sweet, peaceful office. 

“FFFfffine.” The freckled brother gritted out through a snarl. “I’ll help… as best… I can.”

“Thank you.” Leo responded, using the pronunciation of his words to allow his own teeth to be seen. “Now get your brainiac rear end over here and help me figure out- THIS WHOLE SITUATION.” The eldest commanded, releasing Don and gesturing to Mikey’s shell which now had no connected limbs sticking out. 

“What do you want me to do?” Don retorted as he returned to his seat with crossed arms and an uncomfortable expression. “Didn’t scientifically accurate facts make him like this?? If the truth cut him that deep, who am I to stop the bleeding wound?”

“- And that’s why you’re not the oldest or the Team Medic.” Leo bit back, “Your bedside manner might as well be a pillow with a brick in it.” 

Don’s face twisted with a wicked smirk.

I can think of so many clients who are in DESPERATE NEED of such treatment…

Leo’s annoyed expression warmed as he turned towards the youngest, his crystal irises softening as he reached out to rub on Mikey’s shell. “Mike? You okay in there?”

A faint whine echoed from the opening of Mikey’s shell. “Nothing in this world makes sense anymoreee…” 

“Actually,” Don interrupted as he played with his glasses, giving his jittering hands something to do, “physiology was designed perfectly alongside the science of the world-”

“-SHOOSH.” Leo hissed, cutting off his intellectual brother from going off on an unneeded rant. “Not helping!”

“Well you’re the one who asked me to help! This is what you get.” Don snidely replied, going back to crossing his arms.

“Donatello…” Leo growled, his volume low but his anger rising. “If you don’t get over here and help me pull our little brother out of his shell, I will personally pour dirt into every hand sanitizer you have.”

Time glitched as Donatello’s face morphed and contorted to complete disgust. 

THIS FRIGGIN’ POPTART-

“YOU WOULDN’T.” Don gasped, his hand rising shakily to point at the oldest as if he were singling out the murderer in the room. 

“I would and I will.” The oldest sneered, his vile grin cracking wider. “Now every time you want to cleanse your hands of the sins of bacteria, you’ll be met with the coarse, grainy, scratchy pebbles of the filthy ground beneath your fee-”

“- OH GOOD GRIEF STOP- HEUGH-” Don cried out while holding his hand over his mouth to stop the gagging. “I yield! SHEESH I YIELD, YOU DISGUSTING BIOHAZARD.” 

“This family thanks you for your contribution.” Leo monotoned as he turned to face Mikey’s shell again, lightly tapping on the youngest’s carapace.

*tap tap*

Leo then froze his hand, waiting for a response. Eventually, he was answered with a single, soft *tap* in return.

“I think he’ll be okay…” The oldest sighed as he began rubbing his little brother’s shell again. “Just uh- needs time…”

“... And maybe a therapist.” 

“-DONATELLO INTERI HAMATO I SWEAR-”

And that's it for this chapter! :)

Hope you guys enjoyed! This one was SO FUN to write- I love describing scenes with the brothers- their dynamics are just so silly and chaotic. XD This chapter also gives you a little glimpse of just how bad Don is at getting along with his feelings-motivated brother. XD

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[tubborucho]

Hey you're like the only mcyt blogger I follow and I genuinely am not into any of that stuff so can you PLEASE explain what the fuck is going on?

first of all, it is crazy to me that i am somehow anyone's only mcyt lmao

I will not go into a lot of details with explanation because it's actually worth like several hours essay video at this point, but as short as i can:

Dream is a minecraft youtuber, mainly known for manhunt series and creating the server Dream SMP. In recent, like, 2(?) years he has been in controversy after controversy, where he was revealed to genuinely be not a good person, very manipulative with his friends and his viewers (<- whixh is why he still has a huge cult-like fan base defending him like their life depends on it). Due to that he's been basically dropped by a lot of other content creators, like Tommy and Tubbo.

Tommy and Tubbo were both part of the Dream SMP and worked closely with Dream in the past. Tommy also looked up to Dream as a mentor and they used to have hours long calls about yt. Tommy was 16-18 at the time. Dream was 21-23.

Recently Tommy started speaking up about all the adults that were not good role models to him during that age, mainly joking about it or on his podcast. Dream was one of those adults.

Now, the most recent drama started because Tommy was having a twitter beef with OTHER creators that had NOTHING to do with Dream, and Dream popped up with a meme that was basically calling Tommy's whole 15million audience an r-slur. Like, he used that slur.

That started a backlash, multiple people were rightfully going What The Fuck. Tubbo was one of those people, starting one of his streams by talking about it. It was like and hour and something long.

That night (for Europe) Dream went on and made a 3 hours long stream talking about all the dramas he has ever had in a completely infuriating way and misconstrued some of Tubbo's words he said during his stream to make it seem like Tubbo was also against Tommy and stuff.

Tubbo then proceeded to react to this 3 hours stream in a 6 hours vod. Being genuinely baffled by a lot pf stuff. During that stream Tommy posted a five minutes video where he addressed Dream. I recommend just watching it, it's very short.

Dream was actually supposed to come on Tubbo's stream and discuss stuff on call, because Tubbo in general had been very generous at how much benefit of the doubt he was giving Dream, trying to be as fair as possible. Dream backed out, because he started working on a response video to Tommy.

That video is 10 minutes long. It is full of blatant lies and misinformation plus a lot of editing choices specifically made to make you feel for Dream and look at Tommy as just some annoying clown (<- mainly music). Misinformation and lies included stuff like cropping out private messages to use them as proof for otherwise not just unbased but disproved statements, using screenshots of invoices that in fact did not relate to the situation Dream was describing and were paid BY TUBBO for a COMPLETELY UNRELATED THING.

Tubbo is now reacting to that.

I hope this is informative enough, there is genuinely so much going on, I did not mention like 85% of it.

[mellifera38]

Vet Bill Commissions!

So I was recently slammed by an $1800 vet bill to save my cat Creampuff. (He lived, and now I'm on a payment plan I'm not sure I can cover lol) As such, on top of my Usual Commissions (which are always open btw), I'm also opening 50 slots for Speed Paint Portraits as a cheaper option. For these I'm gonna require a full up front payment and a visual reference so I can get through them quickly and efficiently. Max of 2 revisions at the end. I'll take a text description for an additional cost of $10 but it might be better if you just made up the character in picrew or like the BG3 character creator haha.

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The form closes once I've reached 50 submissions.

I really appreciate any support, and I'd really appreciate it if you could reblog this and spread it around a little bit! I have no idea what the turnaround will look like but no one will be invoiced until I've reached their turn. I don't do this usually, but if you just want to help support me, I do also have a Ko-Fi as well.

Thank you!

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[rosesloveletters]

braids like a pattern.

Pairing: 1971 Willy Wonka x Reader

Word Count: 2,176

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader asks Wonka to braid their hair.

Author's Note: If it wasn't clear, I want him to braid my hair for me so that's why this fic exists. I hope you enjoy <3

Edited.

divider created by @/saradika on Tumblr.

Willy Wonka sat at his desk inside his office. It was late and he was filling out some invoices, billing payments and other various paperwork. This, unlike what took place in the heart of the factory, wasn’t fantastical in the slightest, but as company founder and the only human employee of Wonka Industries it was his responsibility to have it completed. 

He silently puffed on a cigar while he wrote. He knew you were not a fan of the pungent smell of cigar smoke, so he only would only light one when you were not around. 

He had a feeling you’d be making an appearance sooner rather than later to check on him and pull him to bed for the night, so he was prepared to extinguish the cigar at a moment’s notice. 

Willy was used to his own bizarre schedule. 

He spent most of his workday in the inventing room and the business side, the ‘less fun’ side, was neglected. 

He wasn’t a businessman; he was a creator. An inventor. An artist. 

He did have to remind himself on occasion that half of running a successful business was maintaining said business through work done inside of an office. Otherwise, even though he had a solid business model and products that the public wanted to buy, he’d be harming his bottom line by not keeping up with payments, schedules, invoicing and other various clerical details and, ultimately, his business would fail due to his negligence. 

So, he cut everything inside his office in half. 

Everything. 

It was a way to remind himself, if nothing else, that half of this business’s success was on his shoulders alone. 

The Oompa Loompas helped him as much as possible and he was eternally grateful for their learned expertise, but they did not handle this side of his business. He had to hold himself accountable and would drag himself into his office late at night to focus on nothing but paperwork. 

It was rather boring stuff, but it was necessary and if he wanted to keep making and selling his creations to the masses, then he would do it, plain as that. 

He had already spent hours poring over pages upon pages of documents that needed his attention. He had a lot to catch up on that he’d been purposely putting off until the last minute and he wanted to do better, to bebetter, but when inspiration struck, he found himself inside the inventing room and nothing and no one else could pull him away.

Except maybe, you. 

It was when his thoughts inevitably drifted to you did he finally hear his office door creak open. 

A smile crept onto his face, brightening his soft features as he anticipated you crossing the room to get to him, your delicate hand upon his shoulder to gently get his attention without disrupting his work and the tender smile you’d give him as you checked up on him and asked him to bed. 

He was getting tired, after all, and it would be nice to crawl into bed now that it wasn’t just a cold mattress waiting for him. Now, it was you who warmed his sheets and waited for him into the wee hours of the morning until he was ready to call it a night. 

He owed you for that and, if you were counting, which he doubted, he suspected he’d always come up short. 

As predicted, he could hear your quiet footsteps moving toward him and then, once they’d stopped, your warm hand landed on his shoulder. 

He quickly put out his cigar in the ashtray and turned, unable to pretend to still be working, and grinned up at you, “Hello, my dear. Couldn’t sleep?”

You were already wearing your pajamas and your long hair hung elegantly down your back. 

Willy admired the sight of you in such a relaxed state as your eyes traveled from him to the thin cloud of smoke wreathing up from the recently extinguished cigar in the tray. His expression turned apologetic when he realized you had noticed he’d been smoking; he was appreciative that you did not address it. 

His gaze traveled down to what you had in your hands: a wooden comb and brush set. 

You shrugged a bit at his question, “I haven’t tried to sleep yet,” you responded as you held out the comb and brush, wanting him to take them, “I was wondering if…you would please brush and braid my hair for me tonight?”

Willy’s smile grew as you asked the question and he nodded eagerly, delighted to help you with such a tender and domestic task. 

He stood up and reached for the extra chair he’d brought in for you if you wanted a place to sit when you joined him in his office. Of course, it had to be sliced in half like his own, but that was nothing of consequence. 

He brought the chair around his desk and had you sit on it sideways so that the chair back wouldn’t be in his way. 

You quietly passed him the comb and brush before you sat down. 

You were aware that Willy did not love the administrative aspect of running a business and that might have influenced your decision to ask him for help with your hair. He had been working diligently on paperwork for several hours and he was owed a break. 

You did feel a bit guilty for asking this of him, only because it was late and he must have been tired. 

Sometimes Willy seemed like less of a man and more of a dream, but in an odd moment you saw the raw humanity in him, the deeply ingrained mortality that governed all his decisions.

You’d sink or swim in those clear blue eyes of his, pools of liquid starlight that could drown you with a single glace. He had every bit of imagination on his side to make him seem too good to be true and perhaps he was.

He cared for you and nothing would stop him from staying up late to have a bit more time with you, not even sleep. 

He gently dragged the comb through your hair, admiring the silken shine to it as he pulled the comb from your scalp down to the ends. 

He was slightly regretful that his own hair could not be cared for in the same way and therefore your reciprocation was more for the simple aspect of reciprocation than actual haircare. 

His frizzy strawberry blonde curls were wild and unruly and behaved as if they had a mind of their own. He styled his hair the best that he could (he knew better than to brush it) and contained it, albeit poorly, with his hat. 

Willy’s hair was the physical manifestation of his good-natured zaniness and idiosyncratic behavior while yours represented your level head and mild-mannered way of thinking. 

He smiled to himself as he combed through your hair, “Thank you for coming down here.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied as you relaxed into the gentle caress of his fingers pulling the comb through your hair, “I wanted to check on you. It seems like you get busier and busier each day.”

Willy chuckled lightly at the comment, “respectfully, I’d say that is true. However, what is disrespectful is that work has gotten in the way of my spending time with you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “you haven’t got to spend every second with me, Willy,” you reminded him in a playful tone of voice. 

“Of course not,” he agreed, mild-mannered as always, “but you wouldn’t begrudge me the effort to try.”

The seriousness with which he said that made you laugh. You chose not to respond as he switched out the comb for your brush. His movements were more direct, a heavier hand to make sure the bristles penetrated your thick hair and brushed evenly, smoothing out the finer strands. 

Willy lost himself in the way he took care of you. He treated you with the utmost respect, handling you as though you were made of glass.

He reasoned that you should feel safe in the hands of a lover and he wanted to provide you with that sanctity if he could help it. Otherwise, what was all of this for? There was no point in working as he did if there was no one to reap the benefits with him. He had thought he’d found solace in solitude, but he didn’t feel as if he had given anything up to have you. 

He hadn’t had to change himself or become a better version of himself, you’d taken him as he was. You elevated him, enlightened him and molded yourself to fit into his world. The very least he could do was find ways to give you the same courtesy. 

He wanted you to feel like he was as much a part of your life as you were of his. 

He set the brush down on his desk next to your comb and began sectioning your hair to split it into two braids. 

You focused on the movement of his hands as his fingers carded through your locks. 

Every pull of his fingers was tender and done so gently as to not cause any pain. 

You thrived on his touch, the tender way he seemed almost hesitant to put his hands on you. At certain points, you had to wonder if he was still there because he was being so careful that you could hardly feel what he was doing. 

You let out a soft groan as his index finger caught a knot in one of your strands and pulled. 

“Sorry, darling,” he mumbled, then leaned in and kissed the back of your head in apology. 

Your chest swelled with giddiness at his affection and you wanted to turn around and pull him in for a cuddle, but you didn’t want to mess up his rhythm. You could feel his nimble fingers weaving one section of hair into a braid and trying to turn around in this position might end with him accidentally pulling on it a bit too tight. 

You would wait for your chance to hug him, which would come, you knew all too well. 

You pulled one of your black scrunchies off your wrist and passed it back to him over your shoulder. He took it wordlessly and secured the ends of your braid with it. 

Following the same pattern, he switched to the other section of hair and began braiding it. You were ready and waiting for him to finish as you passed him the other scrunchie to secure your second braid. 

How many times you had had him braid your hair for you were you uncertain, but it had been enough for him to learn to do it quickly. 

Willy was good with his hands, in more ways than one. 

“All done, little dear,” he grinned as you moved on the chair so you were face to face with him. 

You pulled both braids over your shoulders and felt them for comfort, “thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” he responded, his eyes following your movements closely as he leaned in to watch you. 

You glanced up and met his gaze, making him smile when you caught him looking. 

Your love for him enveloped you, blanketed you with every ounce of your devotion and now your wants were satisfied because he had finished with your hair and you were free to scoop him into your arms. 

You reached for him, forearms sliding over his shoulders and around the back of his neck as you sat up in your chair and hugged him. 

He knew what you wanted as his arms encircled your waist. 

He didn’t want you to fall off your chair in your haste to get to him and he steadied you, holding on tight as you practically sank in against his solid body. 

His own exhaustion had been forgotten up until this point and as he held you against him, he let his eyes slip closed. Suddenly, the harsh lighting was getting to him. His chair was too hard on his lower back. His feet were aching, his head swimming and his eyes were red. He needed sleep and the caress of a lover. 

He inhaled your sweet scent and drew you in close. His lips attached to your neck as he delivered several kisses and loving nips to your delicate skin. 

“Willy, come to bed with me.”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. 

He was out of his chair fast enough to make your head spin. After you grabbed your comb and brush, he flicked off the lights and took you by the hand, guiding you out of his office. 

His bed called to him; sleep was a siren’s song. 

His paperwork would be there waiting for him come morning. 

The only thing he had on his mind was falling into bed as hard and as fast as he fell in love with you. 

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