#storm brewin

[barbietrailerpark]

shots of storm clouds while moving

[val-uable-doodles]

Let me cook

[gunslinginnhogtyin]

It’s another one of THOSE days… he’s just going to wander off where no one can find him for a long while until the feeling subsides.

Maybe some music will drive the nasty thoughts away…

[gothicafish]

I had to have been a pirate in a past life I yearn for the open waters and to get caught in an ocean storm with nothing to aid me except my will to defy God.

[boyhaunts]

i picked up we have always lived in the castle earlier this year but i'm only now getting around to reading it.... i'm about halfway through and i'm so so loving mary katherine's narration and how her intense anxiety over time and change manifests in magical thinking and superstitions. there's this sense that she hasn't aged since the events of the family massacre took place when she was just 12, that she and constance and uncle julian are bound to just a moment in time that is only susceptible to the change of the seasons so long as they never leave their property. there's the comment uncle julian makes about how they stopped celebrating birthdays, and the guess at constance's age that mary katherine doesn't confirm or otherwise supply herself.

and i think what i love is mary's complete comfort with being infantilized in this way, and that she's aware of it -- she's mary katherine in the village, she immediately tells us that she's 18, she drinks coffee and is afraid of children. at home, she's merricat, she wants a pegasus and wants to live on the moon, and her older sister doesn't let her touch the knives or cook or wash the dishes, and she's not allowed into her uncle's room, and she doesn't think twice about entering her father's room simply because cousin charles has closed the door. there's an easy lack of defiance she holds towards her sister, perhaps because doesn't feel powerless against her. she has her magical objects buried in the ground and nailed to the trees, she goes to the village on her own so that constance won't, all to keep constance home, hers, secured. constance in turn has her rules that are more appropriate for a child, but mary doesn't question or push against them. these are constraints they've agreed upon and uphold.

that is, until constance appears to be ready to leave the house and see the world again, in turn letting the world see her back. growing up, leaving merricat, making her be mary katherine again -- the absolute anxiety mary feels at just the mention of it is soothed only by ensuring, via her objects and omens, that change isn't coming for them. not again.

[100yearoldcomics]

July 5, 1922 Krazy Kat by George Herriman

[ID: Ignatz and Krazy stand together in a field, hands on their hips, staring at the skies. /end] Ignatz: There's a storm brewing. Krazy: Golla, do storms brew, "Ignatz"?

[ID: Ignatz turns impatiently to Krazy, who bends over to listen eagerly. /end] Ignatz: I should jolly well say they do. Krazy: And wot do they brew, "Ignatz"?

[ID: Ignatz stretches his arms out wide, exasperated. /end] Ignatz: Oh, just brew, that's all. Krazy: But "Ignatz," if a storm brews, it's gotta brew something.

[ID: Krazy turns to keep talking as Ignatz storms off-panel to the right. /end] Krazy: Eitha, tea, or beer, or hutch, or home, or some thing. Ignatz: Aaaah, shut up.

[ID: Ignatz stands in the doorway of Kolin Kelly's Brick Yard, speaking to Kolin, who leans in the doorframe, smoking a cigar. /end] Ignatz: Got any "bricks" today, "Kolin"? Kolin Kelly: Not a one, "Ignatz," I'm just brewing a new batch.

[ID: Ignatz ZIPs what's labeled as "just a plain cobble-stone today" at the back of Krazy's head, landing with a PING. /end]

[eloquent-music]

The next round of this snowstorm is rolling in and he cannot wait.

[skeletalhorse]

That urge to say "Ooohh lightning" everytime I see lightning

[sketchy-galaxy]

THUNDER LIGHTNING THUNDER LIGHTNING

[h0llym0lly]

beautiful women called severe weather alert keep messaging me

[bittersweet-mojo]

is something happening in supernatural town

[theaethernetconnection]

Yk how some old people are all like "ohh I can feel the storm coming in my kneeeeeessss"

Yea that's not me. I feel it in my cock and balls

[raiderlucy]

A storm is brewin' babe I ain't got time to sit and pray Because this life don't come free I got what's mine comin' to me

What's Coming to Me by Dorothy

[akingwithnocrownx]

Northern Star; #1.

//fisherman!Billy, baker!reader, fluff for now, fem!reader//

773 words.

I don’t know how this will be received. It was an idea I had looking through Pinterest, and I’m excited to write it. It’s a little out of my comfort zone, and different, but I hope you like it. ♥️

Tagging; @e-dubbc11 @kayhi808 @snowkestrel @terry2227 @vaguekayla @danzer8705

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You heard the sound of the foghorn that morning loud and obnoxious, with you nestled in your quilts clinging to sleep. Luna laid at your feet, stretching as she heard the noise. It meant breakfast. She licked her lips.

You yawned, glaring at the window bleary. And you were having such a nice dream. “Alright, I’m getting up,” you grumbled, standing up and peeking outside. It was gloomy and overcast, it looked like a storm on the horizon; your favorite weather. You saw him moving down to the dock, and your heart fluttered as he looked up at you. He wore that maroon sweater that fit him nicely. Too nice.

You hurried to the basin of water on your dresser, wetting your face, and washing up, and brushing your teeth.

You couldn’t help but feel a flutter of impatient anticipation in your stomach, as you dried your face.

Luna meowed. “Oh, I know. You’re just wasting away, aren’t you?” You asked, poking her plump belly.

She looked away, and you laughed, standing back up.

Your fingers braided your hair quickly while Luna howled at your feet, almost tripping you as you moved to pull a dress over your head.

She was hungry and she was going to let you know.

And then again down the stairs, and sometimes you wondered if she really was trying to kill you.

“You kill me, who’s gonna get the fish from the handsome captain, huh?” Luna looked to say she could just steal some.

You shook your head, and slipped your shoes on, grabbing a bit of the sourdough you’d baked the night before, and turned to Luna. “I’ll be back with some fish, hungry girl.” You said, stroking her head, hearing her purr.

The pathway to the docks was wet and slippery as you passed the pub. But it was morning so it was quiet. “Hey, pretty lady. Got anythin’ fer me?” He had a pipe hanging out of his mouth, eyes crinkling at the corners. His hair was silver, and it looked like he never brushed it. He wore threadbare pants and a shirt.

He always made you realize you were blessed.

You smiled brightly, “Always do, George.” You said, handing him some bread from your basket.

His eyes lit up, and your heart ached. He probably hadn’t eaten much lately.

He puffed on his pipe, smoke curling around him as thunder rumbled in the distance, taking your bread. “Best hurry, girl. A storms a brewin’.”

You scurried away, down to the docks, spotting him pulling up the nets. “Hi, Billy.” You said sweetly, and then slid on the wet docks, flying forward with a gasp, nearly wiping out.

“Careful, buttercup.” He husked, voice low and warm. Like whiskey, it was a slow burn that lit you up from the inside. He steadied you, calloused hands warm and rough on your skin, he had his sleeves rolled up around his forearms.

You kissed the corner of his mouth, his trimmed beard tickling your skin. “I always am, Billy,” you said softly.

His lips curved upwards, “Like when you flew off that cliff because you slipped on some moss?” He teased you, fingers tangling in your hair, almost pulling the braid out.

“I was cliff diving!” You defended hotly, cheeks warming.

Billy laughed, “Sure, and you didn’t challenge a sailor to a drinking match in the pub, and I had to carry you home afterwards.”

“He was stupid, and I won, no matter how drunk I was.” you said, stubbornly. “He thought because I’m a woman I can’t hold my liquor.”

“You threw up on me, buttercup.” Billy said, tugging on your hair roughly, as rain began misting the two of you.

“Billy,” you whined, pulling on his belt. “You’re mean. I’d throw up on you again.”

He tweaked your nose playfully, “Want some fish for Luna?” He asked, moving a little closer, looking at you through hooded eyes.

“Please,” you said, softly.

Billy hummed, “You know I like when you beg.” He teased, fingers grabbing the back of your neck, kissing you, making your heart stutter.

But you shivered in the rain, your dress dampening.

He pulled back, and turned, giving you some fish in a basket, and you traded your basket of sourdough bread to him.

He grinned, “I can have tomato sandwiches now. Thank you, buttercup. Tell Luna I said hi.” He paused, before stealing another kiss.

You were breathless when he pulled away, and you were very careful not to slip and lose yourself to the waves as you walked along the dock.

You’d already lost your heart to a certain captain.

[normal-internet-user]

OKKK OK look technicality speaking,,, i'm supposed to be indulging in the sleebies rn. BUT my brain would NOT let me sleep until i commished this to ya!!



your peepaw leo answer? fantabulous. jaw dropping, awe-inspiring, hit just the spot. Extravagantly whimsically stupendous. ultra super mega amazing. need i say more? YES AND I WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO-

yet. ☝🏼 & hear me out here.

*folds hands all neat and preppy in front of me, leans in close so we're nose-to-nose, all business* 

I have a storm a-brewin'. Up in the ole noggin'? Knock knock.

SPECIFICALLY ABOUT Reader and how they interact with Present (or to them, Past!) Leo!!

They're not as forthcoming as Casey, and I imagine that even after the war is won and the apocalypse is therefore prevented, that initial hostility would fade! … but instead it’d become … kind of awkward? They don't hate Leo, it's just. 

Not the Leo they know.

Not the Leo they know and love and miss and mourn and glory to be, they’ve got their work cut out for them.



Reader is still coping with the loss of everything. the breathing techniques alongside Master Michelangelo's high EQ teachings on handling emotions help a lot more than they'd expected.

And!! The present (past??? aughguhghhhh) Hamatos are a big help too!! With time, it all does get better ^^)

(AKA: everyone's ✨traumatized & coping together✨, m'kay? m'kay.)

This all boils down to Reader and how they re-evaluate (rebuild?) their relationship with Leo. The Leo in THIS timeline that they helped save. How they heal from their wounds, inside and out, and try to make the best of what they’ve got. Because if the future taught them one thing: it was that no matter what, you've gotta keep going. Don't give up.

Canon plotline following n' stuff before the fluff downpour!

Here's a hc format for random moments in the way I see it bc it's easier? Is it? (/lh)

When Leo was finally released from the Escape Pod and everyone took in how haggard he looked— pale, shaking, horrified at what he just witnessed,

When he snapped and lunged at Casey, 

Reader’s reaction was swifter than a bullet. 

They swept in front of their brother, effectively and terrifyingly going toe-to-toe, snout-to-nose with this Leo, snarling out a bite of their barely-concealed rage. Their eyes are slits, their teeth are fangs poised to strike, and the venom is promised.

They’re just as dangerous as him at that moment.

The threat goes unsaid: Back. Off.

Their heart is racing like crazy, alarm bells ringing in their head and frustrated tears build up in their eyes. They're swimming— no. Drowning in confusion. In feelings. In dread. In nausea. In grief.

They didn't care what iteration of Leo this was or what they'd ever face: the image of Papa, whatever version it was, even thinking of bringing harm to Casey was enough to send them teetering over the edge.

Time travel. Alien invasion. From “Apocalypse Is The Norm” to “You Can Stop This Hellscape From Ever Happening BUT You Wipe Out Everything You've Ever Known Along With it.”

....

yeah that's enough to make a grown man cry.



Reader quickly realizing that, amongst their simmering anger, there was a kind of fear. Not just the impending sense of anxiety at everything that was happening around them, but this was familiar.

Papa had never been an inherently volatile person (turtle? snrt), but he was a Leader.

His very presence demanded respect. 9.∞ times outta 10, he got it.

Despite the image of their beloved dad momentarily crumbling within meeting his younger counterpart, Reader can’t help but cling to that familiarity.

The familiarity of that intimidation – that regard – in Leonardo. 

He was pissed, that’s for sure. And Reader was actually kind of scared. Their Papa never was a violent person per se, but he’s had his moments. 

It was kind of uncanny, seeing the young shards of those traits come to be. To see this young Leo, with so much ahead of him, slowly but surely become the man you knew and was raised by. 

In spite of yourself, you could feel that same reverence and respect bloom in your chest. It hurt too, because it felt like it was for the wrong reasons. 

Yet, you digress.

Besides, you were never one to hold fast to grudges – it was poisonous. And despite feeling like you were being poisoned slowly, in to out, you knew it’d pass. 

It was along the lines of something Uncle Mikey had told you once ...

“What a caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.' Never forget, sunshine. Even when it feels like your world is ending, and you're caught right in the midst of it all?

... You can choose to birth a beautiful butterfly, ready to take on the world. You're a butterfly; every great thing starts small, no?” 

So. You watched Leo out of the corner of your eyes. Listened to Junior as he sparkled and praised your young uncles, telling them the truth of their characters in your timeline.

—andddd a flash of hot annoyance flared up in your chest when your brother piped up something about Papa’s rescue of a resistance camp to the teenager him,

You tried to settle the war within yourself. How would you fight both at once? Not when there was an entire one unfolding right in front of your very eyes. 

. . . you wanted your Papa.

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this has been,,, the first part of many a Wal-Mart ad. BA-DUM-TSS!

i'd add way more but my eyes feel like they're about to fall out jsjsj

*air kithes (ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ /p and lounges on your back porch, cracking open a cold juice pouch* Penny for your thoughts, toots?

Ok, first of all: Dear (/p) you are a freakin genius- now let us discus some things over a juice pouch.

READER POST-MOVIE/DURING THE MOVIE HEADCANONS

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You are 100% percent correct about all of that.

Firstly, when April manages to knock both of you out and drag you back to the Lair,

Casey is much more open, and excited.

You're treating them as a potential threat.

I'm talking resting bitch face, broski.

Sure, in the future, these people raised you, but this isn't the future.

So you glare and let CJ do the talking, because at the moment your still processing,

And your anger could lash out at anyone in this room.

When Leo turns on Casey, your reaction was like second nature.

You had alot of moments during the apocolypse where if you took to long to assess the threat, you were dead.

So when Leo lunged at Casey, and your mind locked him in as a threat,

Those familiar instincts of, "Danger: protect family" kicked in.

Weapon drawn, teeth beared, you looked more feral than Leo,

But you were scared too.

You were so fucking scared.

You knew this wasn't your papa,

You knew that.

But to see his younger counter part so angry, so ready to be violent was terrifying.

You'd only ever seen your papa angry and violent one time in your life.

It happened when you had to drag Casey back to base, half dead and yourself much worse for wear.

You'll never forget the violence that shone in his eyes at the sight of his children.

One unconcious and bleeding,

The other hardly able to stand.

You have no idea what happened to the officer that sent you and Casey out,

But he wasn't seen around much after that, most said he was demoted to work in the more... laboring parts of the base.

Looking into Leo's eyes at this moment, you see a very similar violence to that day,

But what scares you is that violence is now directed at your brother.

After Casey explains none of this happened in your guys' time,

Leo shoved past you, and had his little, "We're going because I say so" moment.

You were beyond pissed.

Here was his team, telling him to wait,

To hold on a second, to come up with a plan,

And he was just- ignoring them.

But, you kept silent and followed Casey when he left with Leo,

You'd be damned if you left your brother alone with this idiot.

In the turtle tank, while Casey practically sings his praises, you can't help the scowl that builds on your face.

Casey kept using present tense, "You are.", and, "you were" in Donnie's case,

He just couldn't seem to grasp that this wasn't your family, future tense should be used.

Not past, not present, future.

Because he's not technically wrong,

But it still rubs you the wrong way for him to compare your Papa, to this guy.

In the subway tunnels, you get seperated from Casey, you end up with Donnie and Mikey.

Mikey had to physically pull you into the tank kicking and screaming.

You needed to be next to your brother.

You had always been right beside each other your whole lives,

You were terrified.

When you were in that tank, and it was on the verge of crumbling, you started having flashbacks of the time Kraang had attacked your first home.

You were so small, just a little kid waiting for Papa to come find you.

You were on the verge of sobbing as you desperatly tried getting ahold of Casey.

Skipping ahead to the end of the movie,

You didn't wanna let go of Casey's hand.

It's odd, knowing that you don't need to see what's lurking in every corner,

Because there's nothing there anymore.

You don't have to be scared.

That's when you notice the shimmer of something clipped to your boot.

Looking down, you see a blue, star shaped hair clip.

How it had managed to stay on your boot this entire time was a mystery,

But what was less of a mystery was how it got there.

You knew your papa had placed it there.

You grabbed the hair clip of your boot, tears welled in your eyes,

Then you let out a choked sob.

You clutched the hair pin so tightly you might draw blood, and you sobbed and sobbed.

It was like all your emotions poured out at once, you didn't even know which one you were feeling.

It was a mix of grief, sadness, anger, and anguish.

Casey pulled you close, muttering how proud he was of you, you'd done so well.

"Sensei would be proud." he said, "Papa would be proud of you."

You clung to your brother like he was your life line, because in a way he was.

He was all you had left of your life before.

Post-movie, you're awkward around Leo to say the least.

During the movie, you were angry with him, mostly because of the paralelles between him and Master Leonardo.

But post-movie it's just awkward,

You can't look at him without being reminded of the father figure you lost.

All you wanted was for your papa to hold you,

To sing you to sleep like he used to do to hide the sounds of the monsters lurking above.

You just want your papa- no, you need your papa.

You need to hear his voice again, sure, technically you hear it every day but it's not the same!

You need to hear him.

You've taken to replaying audio recordings through your own mask.

Laying in your bed late into the night, replaying the same video's until your papa's voice lulls you into an uneasy sleep...

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My thoughts for you my dearest! (/p) free of charge!

I plan on writing some fluffy Papa Leo oneshots sometime soon, not to worry!

For now, have these!

[xochilexart]

Storm's a Brewin'