#nardo grey

[11oh1]

[teathattast]

🖤 NARDO S4 🖤

[timetochaing]

[tohokuu]

i’m 🤏🏼 this close trading my current car for the audi rs7…

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

What a difference 28 years makes juxtaposition of Audi TT Concept, 1995 & Audi TT RS Coupé Iconic Edition, 2023. Audi is discontinuing their TT range with a limited edition of 100 cars (for Europe and the UK) all finished in Nardo Grey. The cars come with special gloss black 20 inch alloy wheels and the Aerokit (optional on other TT models). Like the standard TT RS they will be powered by a 394hp 2.5-liter turbocharged 5-cylinder engine. The original TT concept was designed by J Mays and Freeman Thomas

[theminimalisto]

Nardo Grey Ferrari F40, as rare as it gets. 

[ordin-arily]

I have read all your rottmnt works bc I recently (finally!) got into this amazing show. I love your work!!

If you ever have the time, I'd love to see a Donnie-fic where maybe he gets jealous when his crush wears his brother's colours, and either tries to "sneakily" (clearly not subtle) put them in purple/his clothes/brand, or (if you have enough inspiration to continue the 'mating season' idea) claim them some other way? *wink*

I always hear about possessive turtles (esp from Donnie) but I don't see much of it (esp from Donnie). We like to see some spicy turtles lol

thank you!! i couldn't squeeze anything spicy in this time but i think i managed to get a little bit of that possessive behaviour! :)

Notes: 2nd POV & fem reader for this one

Okay here's your fic! :D

When you walk into the lair wearing red, Donnie’s fists come down against a table. 

You flinch at the sound and turn away from your conversation with Raph to peer at him expectantly. Under your observation, Donnie swipes his hand over the area he’s just hit, pretending to dust something off.

"There was a bug.”

You nod sort of distractedly and return your attention to his brother, who’s continued his dialogue, never one to be particularly bothered by interruptions.

If this were any other day, Donnie might have mulled over whether or not you actually bought his lame attempt at a cover-up. Today, though, he keeps his focus trained on you, straining to hear what you’re saying as he tinkers mindlessly somewhere in the background. 

You.

You... in that little scarlet tank top. 

You, making him chew through several different writing utensils.

He hadn't thought much of it when you showed up wearing the most adorable orange crew neck the other day. He’d barely registered the colour at all. Why study your clothing when you were there, scribbling away in your notebook, the cutest crease between your brows as you paused every so often to punch in something on your calculator... 

It was only when Mikey passed by and playfully bumped you on the side, buoyantly exclaiming something like “hey Y/N, we’re matching!” that Donnie had picked up on it. 

With your head still in math problems, it’d taken you half a second longer to process what his younger brother was saying, but when you did, you broke out in the most award-winning grin. “Oh! Hey, yeah!” 

And then you’d fully stood up to compare hues and textiles, chatting up a storm of delight. 

It was sweet—endearing, even.

But then it happened again...

The next time he saw you, you were in a brilliant cobalt long-sleeve cropped tee. It hugged you in all the right places and brought out your features stunningly.

Donnie would’ve been a fool not to notice, which is probably exactly why Leo did. 

“Ho-ho-ho! Repping me today, Y/N?”

You’d laughed, looking down at yourself like you just now remembered you were wearing his colour, and pointed at him enthusiastically. “Hey! Yeah, I guess I am!”

“I always knew you were a fan,” he’d grinned, throwing his arm around you easily.

You made a show of rolling your eyes and shoved him away jovially. “Keep pushing, Nardo. See where it gets you."

Donnie likes your personality, he does. He likes that you’re charming and witty and that you can keep up with all of them.  

So, why then, had he snapped his pencil in half the moment Leo got close to you and tauntingly asked, “Is that an invitation, Y/L/N?"

He’d wanted to step right between the two of you and spread his arms as far as they would go—pummel his twin into oblivion if the right situation presented itself.

He’d just reached for another pencil instead.

Donnie almost forgot about those events. Whatever you’d worn between then and now must’ve not struck him as anything spectacularly out of the ordinary—maybe you’d worn black or grey or green. He wasn’t sure. But now…

But now.

The red. 

God, it’s like you’re doing it on purpose.

He knows it’s silly to get worked up over something this trivial, but he can’t help it. And when Raph inevitably calls attention to such a discovery? Forget it.

“Hey! Did you wear red for me?” He sounds so excited. Pathetic, Donnie thinks scornfully.

You look down at yourself. “Oh! Y’know, I’d love to say that I did, but just a happy accident I guess.”

In the distance, Donnie narrows his eyes, unconvinced that you’re not doing this just to torture him. He repeats the last part of your sentence under his breath, mocking your voice in an entirely unintelligible grumble.

“What was that, D?” Raph asks genuinely, craning his neck around you to address the boy with steam wafting up off of him.

“Hm? Nothing, just that pesky bug.” He laughs too loudly and hits the table again. “Got it!”

The both of you blink at him and he can nearly feel his cheeks turn the colour of your shirt if they could turn such a colour.

Well, this is certainly a blow to his pride. 

“I shall fetch a tissue!” he announces overzealously, and books it out of the room at lightning speed, taking a sharp turn in the direction of the thermostat. He peeks over his shoulder before cranking it way down. 

If he needs to turn his brothers into turtsicles, so be it. You’ll be asking for a sweater any minute now.

Any… minute…

Yep, that’s what he told himself forty-five minutes ago, just as you settled into his lab, sitting across from him at his high table. 

He glances over every few seconds now, anticipating, and doing his best to suppress some pretty gnarly teeth-chattering.

“Hey, uh, aren’t you a little cold, Y/N? Do you, um, do you want a jacket—I can get you a jacket,” he tells you, breath coming out in a cloud. 

You’re engrossed in yet more school work—this time, a history textbook. “Mm, n-no, thank you,” you respond almost unconsciously, not tearing your eyes away from the open page.

“Oh, okay,” Donnie says and pulls his purple Dragons club jacket out from behind him.

He leaves it on the table between the two of you for a few minutes, pretending to busy himself with a screwdriver and a circuit board... until he can’t take it anymore. You still haven’t looked up from your reading and it’s driving him nuts. 

It’s only once you feel something touch your shoulders that your concentration is sliced clean through. You sit up poker-straight, jolting at the feel of soft fabric being draped over your form. Behind you is a very sheepish-looking Donatello, snaking, slinking, and all but slithering about. 

You put down your pencil. “Okay, I give. What’s going on with you?”

“Whatever do you mean?” Those odd little inflections he does have become so normalized to you that the comical stiffness with which he says this doesn’t derail your resolve in the slightest. Shucks.

“You’ve been acting weird all afternoon. Is it my tank top? Does it bother you that much?”

“No!” he rushes out. “I mean, yes, but not for the reason you think!”

It’s difficult not to feel self-conscious with that kind of response, and you pull his jacket on properly, hoping to hide your front a little more if that’s what’s making him so uncomfortable.

The second it’s on though; the second you’re wearing his colour, his attire, his… He completely short-circuits. (Is this what it’s like to be Mikey?) 

You’re looking at him funny and calling his name, but his basic motor functions are as good as gone. (Is he having a stroke right now?

He knew you’d look in purple but… god damn.) 

He’s just regaining his ability to think—forget speak—when his door flies open with a gruff “DONNIE!” 

The dancing sparkles and rose-coloured orbs poof from his vision with a disembodied pop!

“WHY’S it so cold in here?” Raph berates. "We’re all freezing! What’d you do now?!”

“Um,” Donnie punctuates too defensively for the bearings of a guilty man. “First of all, I am deeply wounded by your preposterous implication that I had anything to do with this. And, second of all…” His head falls and his voice gets quiet. “Check the thermostat...”

Raph squints, suspicious and testy, before backing out of the room, mumbling something about the gifted child under his breath. 

Meanwhile, puzzle pieces are starting to fit together in your mind. 

Part of you wants to tease him. You could take off his jacket—claim it’s actually hot in here. You could tell him you’re not really that big a fan of the colour or that the garment is a little scratchy.

The better part of you, however, surmises that, if your friend has gone to such great lengths to see this through, it might be better to attend to this one delicately. 

You double-check to make sure that his brother is indeed no longer in the room before folding your arms and confronting a shamefaced Donatello. 

“You were going to be next, you know?”

His eyes shift from side to side nervously and he feigns ignorance. “W-what are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. I didn’t plan it initially, but I thought it might be fun to keep going. Saved the best for last and everything.”

He perks up at that last part, lifting his head to look at you. “You... Really?”

You nod. “Had the cutest little babydoll all ready to go. But… I guess the jacket works too.”

His posture wilts. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think jealousy was in my roster of attributes, but here we are.”

“It’s not an attribute,” you insist. “It’s a feeling. You know what those are right?"

He bites back a smile and shakes his head. “No idea what you’re talking about.”

“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be the smartest on the team, you’ve now said that twice in the last minute.”

This time he does smile, but you can tell it’s without his consent. “Gah—fine!” he relents. “I’ve been had! Just put me out of my misery already.”

You let out a hearty chortle at this and figure he’s paid enough. Still, this doesn’t stop you from asking: “So… how do I look?”

He averts his gaze anxiously, eyes flitting back to you erratically like he can’t quite help himself, then clears his throat. “Uh, goo—yeah, um good. You look good.”

“My god, that was painful.” You start to slip the windbreaker off when he stops you.

“N-no. Seriously, um—“ He holds a hand out and swallows harshly. “Keep it on. If-if you want. It looks good on you.”

And now it’s your turn to blush. You wish desperately in these moments that you had some kind of control over it; it’s all fun and games when you’re not the one who’s flustered. 

There’s some kind of shift in his demeanour at your reaction, though—his confidence apparently skyrocketing exponentially because the next words out of his mouth are: “And not just because it’s purple.”

“Oh?”

“It’s also… mine."

(Gone are the nervous gulps and fumbling hands, apparently.)

There are insinuations behind those words too—the kind that make your heart pick up speed in your chest—and you scramble for a witty retort. 

“I’ll have to steal your hoodie next time then.”

(...Mediocre but it’ll have to do.)

Donnie goes stock-still at this response, like he’s conjuring up the mental image. And then he smirks. Like, a full-on, self-satisfied, impish smirk. Jesus.

“Good idea."

Alright—where the hell is this coming from?

Despite your discomfiture, you have to admit the thought of wearing his clothes is unexpectedly... comfortable—about as comfortable as the real deal. You toy with the fabric of the sleeve reflexively, lost to your ruminating.

If you go home that night, accidentally taking his jacket with you and finding, as you finish up your history reading, that it still smells like him… you figure none will be the wiser.

If you rummage around in your closet a little later in the evening, looking for all things violet, amethyst, plum, and lavender... Well, so what?

And if you show up to the next beach day clad in a bright purple two-piece...

Maybe you’re looking forward to the kind of results it might yield.

[bikebound]

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[72blankspaces]

The Disaster Twins Are Psychic?!

Chapter 3

"Well that looks like everything," Leo says. He just finished loading a new, professional-grade printer into his shopping cart for the medbay. "Unfortunately, dear brother, there is still one last item on the list," Donnie replies.

The item is a new Mystic Crystal for the medical scanner Donnie and Leo invented to help them see internal injuries through their plastron. "I think I see it!" Leo shouts, pointing towards, a velvet box emanating with green glow. Donnie uses the arms from his battle shell to pull ut down. The box contains a large, glowing green crystal. "That's approximately seven times the size of the one we need! We wouldn't to find another crystal for years!" he exclaims.

Leo takes the box from his twin and admires the crystal. "This is incredible, 'Tello! Imagine what we could do with this!" "I can can imagine a great many things 'Nardo," Donnie replies. "Let's put it away and get Raph and Mikey." Leo puts the crystal in the shopping cart. Just as he stands up, a piece of the ceiling falls onton a nearby stack of barrels, spilling their contents all over Donnie and Leo.

"Ew! What is this?!" Leo exclaims, covered in glowing blue and pruple slime. Leo turns to see Donnie panicking. The feeling of the slime seeping down he arms and beneath his battle shell makes his skin crawl. He claws at his arms trying to get it all off of him. He removes his battleshell, tossing it into the cart as he panickedly attempts to remove whatever slime he can off his softshell.

Leo rushes over and takes Donnie's hands. "Donnie look at me," Leo says. Donnie picks his head up and looks at Leo. "Focus on me and my voice. Only focus on me and my voice. Tell me what you see." Donnie takes a deep breath before he slowly starts examing Leo's face. "Your left eye is deep blue and right eye is blood red, both colors are pure," Donnie begins. Whenever they do this, Donnie always starts with Leo's eyes. He thinks its because Leo is the only person who Donnie can read. Leo's the only one who Donnie knows and understands, sometimes even better than himself.

"Your mask is a slightly lighter blue than your left eye, You have two, long red crescent marks over your eyes that are a shade lighter than your right eye. You have lime green scales that accent the yellow crescent markings that descend down your arms and legs."

"Good," Leo says. "Feel any better?" "Partially," Donnie replies. "The slime still disgusts me and will haunt my dreams tonight, but I am no longer panicking." "Alright, now let's figure out what this slime stuff is," Leo states, looking around. He let's go of one of Donnie's hands, still holding the other tightly for silent support.

Donnie looks over the slime on himself and Leo. "I'm sure what it is specifically, but I know it definitely was created using a Mystic substance." Donnie turns to take another look at Leo when he notices that some of the slime has turned grey. "Wasn't this all colorful and glowy before?" Leo asks before Donnie has a chance. "Yes, yes it was," Donnie says nervously. He pulls out two test tubes from his belt and takes a sample of the colored slime and of the grey slime.

The slime quickly changes from colorful to grey in a matter of minutes. Upon turning grey, the twins both begin to feel exhausted and dizzy. "Donnie," Leo says nervously, squeezing his twin's hand. "I don't feel so good." "Me too, Nardo," Donnie replies, holding onto Leo's hand for dear life. "Me too."

The twins collapse to the floor as they slowly fade out of consciousness. Just before blacking out, Leo manages to hit the Hamato Clan symbol on Donnie's other wrist and mutter "Help."

[typingtess]

Tiptoeing through the “A Farewell to Arms” guest cast

Guest cast (they mentioned someone in the press release!):

Marilu Henner as Elizabeth Henner is a longtime working actress on television.  She was Elaine Nardo in Taxi, Ava Evans Newton (Burt Reynolds wife) in Evening Shade, Vivian Ludley in Brooklyn Nine-Nine and Aida Teagarden in Aurora Teagarden Mysteries.

Provided the voice of Veronica Vreeland in Batman: The Animated Series and The New Batman Adventures.

Guest roles include The Paper Chase, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Who's the Boss, The Tracey Ullman Show, Cybill, George & Leo, Providence, Greg the Bunny, Living with Fran, Center of the Universe, The Comeback, My Boys, ER, Party Down, Numb3rs, Grey's Anatomy, Unforgettable, Two and a Half Men, The Glades, The Crazy Ones, Signed Sealed Delivered, The Neighborhood, Bob Hearts Abishola and VC Andrews' Landry Family.

Henner was featured on 60 Minutes as a person with an "Endless Memory".

Written by:  Chad Mazero co-wrote "Internal Affairs", "Revenge Deferred" and "Where Everybody Knows Your Name", "The Noble Maidens" and "Pandora’s Box".  Wrote "Tidings We Bring", "Can I Get a Witness", "All Is Bright", "Diamond in the Rough", "High Society", "Murder of Crows", "Overdue", "Sorry for Your Loss" and "Flesh & Blood".

Directed by:  John P. Kousakis directed "Imposters", "Sacrifice", "San Voir" part one, "The Fifth Man", "Parley", "Inelegant Heart", "Chernoff, K.", "Active Measures", "The Long Goodbye", "Talion", "Glasnost", "Unleashed", "Party Crashers", "This Is What We Do" (episode 200), "Goodbye Vietnam", "Ninguna Salida", "The Guardian", "High Society", "A Tale of Two Igors", "Under the Influence", "Genesis", "Come Together", all of the Afghanistan scenes from "Iron Curtain Rising" to "Zero Days" in season five and all of Kensi’s injury/recovery storyline scenes from "The Queen’s Gambit" to "Sirens" in season eight.  

[hanahaki-disease]

“One Minute” or “By Your Side”

I got possessed to write this after I got out of work, and so here’s a Donnie and Leo twin fic that’s angsty as all hell. I couldn’t decide on a title so it’s a toss up between those.

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“No Leo!” Donnie yelled. The battle shell he was working on forgotten about as he tried to hold back his tears. “I’m not talking about when we lost you in that kraang dimension!”

“Then why are you so upset?!” With a huff, Leo dropped onto the bed. His leg had been healed enough to walk him from the med room to Donnie’s lab, that’s for sure, but he couldn’t stand there for that long. Not yet at least, with the way Donnie said his knee cap was fractured. “I don’t get it. I don’t get why you’re so adamant about this!”

“‘Cause you don’t understand!” Donnie replied.

“Then tell me! I can’t read you mind-!”

“You died!” He snapped. Donnie turned around from the table, tears flowing freely now in the purple LED lights.

Leo sat there stunned. The breath in his lungs held itself in his throat and the words on his tongue died like Donnie said he had. “What?” His voice barely above a whisper.

“You died. I’m not talking about when we lost you in the other dimension. No. Your heart stopped beating for one minute on the way back to the lair.” Donnie turned back to the haphazard piles of wires and metal on the table.“For one minute—for seventy-four seconds—you were dead and for the first time in our existence…I was alone.”

He couldn’t look at his twin the same anymore.

They thought Leo was stable enough to move to the lair, and while he needed the most medical attention out of the group, every one believes he was good enough to move through the subway tunnels towards home. He had been doing fine, up until the station on sixteenth and broadway when he had gone quiet and limp. Leo had started slipping out of April and Donnie’s grip, his legs unmoving and head hanging against his chest. April was the one to notice first, not liking the way Leo’s hand wasn’t gripping onto hers anymore.

When they laid him, Leo’s eyes had glazed over, a ghostly sheen that spread over his irises and left him starting ahead at whatever victim was in its path. And Donnie was right next to him.

Donnie couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. The world below him disappeared and he was falling through into nothingness; his world had became nothing as he stared at his twin brother’s dead eyes. Around him, fuzzy figures went to work trying their best to reanimate the dead turtle. He saw red and orange were the first to the scene, their hands following the steps from the cpr training a few years ago. Yellow was next to him, trying to shake him out of his stupor. Grey was somewhere, Donnie couldn’t see where, it didn’t matter at that point. Donnie was now alone in this world.

Everything zeroed in on Donnie as the realization hit him: Leo broke his promise.

A flash of a memory, a ghost of a forgotten time when the twin were just under six years old, hiding beneath their shared blanket in the middle of the night. Bright eyes starting at each other as they giggled about everything and anything.

“Hey ‘tello?” The blue-dressed turtle said.

“Yeah ‘nardo?” The purple one replied.

“You’re never going to leave me right? You’ll always be with me?”

“Of course!” The child’s voice beamed. “But only if you promise to never leave me alone, m’kay?”

“I promise! I’ll always be right by your side!” The blue turtle held out his third finger. “I pinkie promise!”

“But we don’t have pinkies!”

“Doesn’t matter! You have to promise to, okay?”

“Okay,” the purple turtle wrapped his third finger around his brothers, eyes half closed as sleep was rushing over them both. “I promise.”

Donnie didn’t know what to do in those few seconds, that moment when his whole world crumbled to the ground. And then he heard a gasp and yelled of relief. He saw black gloves twitch off the ground and a blue bandanna spring to life before reading on the cold concrete of the subway station. And while everyone else had expressed their concerns and double checked if Leo was okay to move again, Donnie had still stayed frozen in place, his eyes staring at where Leo’s dead ones looked back at him.

“Donnie,” Leo said breaking the silence.

“No! No! Don’t ‘Donnie’ me!” The older twin yelled, angry tears replaced the sad ones, but they were tears nonetheless. “I had to loose you twice! Twice! I had to watch you break your promise twice, Leo! You said you’d always be by my side, you promised we’d be twins forever, and then you had to do you dumb-dumb self sacrifice to save our dumb-dumb lives without thinking of how that would affect me!!”

His chest heaved, every ounce of anger and grief pouring in his words. Donnie had been fighting a war against his emotions since the invasion, trying to keep his head level and not think about those few moments where his other half had been gone, and right now he was loosing. Donnie wiped a few tears from his face, his cheeks feeling dry and crusted over from the salt, “I…I do t know how to live if you’re not there, ‘nardo, because you’ve always been there.”

“It’s always been us, always been me and you.” Leo looked away from his brother, his own tears creeping up on him. “And then it was just me…I-I don’t know what that’s like, and I don’t ever want to find out again.”

That’s how it had always been, since they were toddlers, Leo and Donnie were practically glued at the hip. Wherever one went, the other would follow. When one got sick, the other was right next to them. Even if they fought or argued, they never strayed far from the other. The blue and purple turtles had a bond so very different than the rest.

When they were older, shortly after reforming Draxum from villainy to lord of the lunchroom, they had found blueprints of Draxum’s lab. Original ones at that.

In the design for the center spire, the one that housed the oozequitoes and the cage where their father was trapped in, there was no separation wall between Leo and Donnie’s mutation bobble. They had been floating the same goop when they were mutated by ooze and Lou Jitsu’s DNA. No wonder they had been so close—they were practically reborn as twins when they were mutated!

Wether it was a coincidence or not, Leo and Donnie had grown up as them against the world, and for a few moments, it was just Donnie.

Leo grunted, his voice bringing Donnie’s attention to him, his non-existent eyebrows were furrowed as he stood up from the bed. There were no arm rests to help him up and his walker was too far away to grab, but that didn’t stop him. And slowly, oh so slowly he made his way to his twin, weak and recovering arms wrapping around his brother and the bandages that covered Donnie’s injuries.

“Leo wha—?” Donnie began, started by the unannounced touch.

“I’m sorry, ‘tello.”

Donnie cried again for the second time that day as he wrapped his around his brother’s cracked shell, burying his sobs in his neck as the two of them hugged. And for the first time since the end of the invasion, Donnie didn’t feel alone anymore, not when he had his twin by his side.

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Don’t ask how many words that is I wrote it on my phone notes.

Also, I hc that Donnie and Leo have nicknames for each other that only they can use. Like Leo’s is “Nardo” and Donnie’s is “tello” I just think that’s cute.

[timetochaing]

[daily-revs]

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[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Ferrari F40, 1989. A one-off Nardo Grey F40 has sold at auction for $2.75 million. The car has been extensively modified and was raced in the 1990s. The engine has been upgraded to deliver 700hp and has potential to be tuned to produce up to 1000hp. There are also black centre lock wheels and a larger rear wing

auction listing

[yom-2]

Nardo Grey F40

via alexpenfold and rmsothebys

[blue-nardo]

what if you were slighter darker blue nardo. or slightly grey blue nardo. or pink—

- :) :(

I am a gay nardo