The Real Problem With Books-turned-movies Isn’t “omg They Didn’t Include Every Single Word In The

Prompt: Calling the turtles by their government name!

A/N: Goofy little thing I found in the drafts! have some scraps kids

Includes: Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo

Raphael:

Furrows his brows and sighs. As the eldest, he knows what’s coming. He puts on a brave face, but he’s shaking in his turtle boots. Be gentle with him. 

Leonardo: 

Oh no, he knows that tone anywhere. He panics for about half a second, and if you’re next to him when you do it, you can see his eyes widen violently. It doesn’t take long for him to bounce back though. It was Michelangelo’s fault, he swears. 

Donatello:

Pavlovian response of apology and denial. It simply wasn't him. Okay, fine, listen, every scientist knows that experiments never work the first time. You can’t even see the hole anymore! Wait, that wasn’t what you were referring to? Ah, I see. I mean, the food wasn’t labeled, he didn’t know it was yours. That wasn’t what you were talking about either? You’ll find out about so much little, inconsequential shit this way, but if you do this even once to him, he’ll be convinced that you’re fucking with him every single time from here on out. Use it wisely. (This is a lie, he will always cave.)

Michelangelo:

Panics, and doesn’t recover. It was Leo, he says, with red paint caked on his hands and a small fire in the corner. It wasn’t his fault, you simply have to believe him.

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𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍: 27th November, 2024.

Master doc that contains different resources and support for many countries including Palestine, Congo, Haiti, Hawai’i, etc ((the creator is underneath the link))

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Link to the tweet: https://x.com/seaweedlagoon/status/1772449954046279818?s=46&t=s8SsfXh2OjpNRAj1OBxwqg

things we need to address:

gen z men getting pulled into alt-right pipelines through andrew tate, joe rogan, elon musk, jordan peterson etc

the gullibility and stupidity of half the country voting against our collective best interests

the broad effect social media has on public and common good

lazy minds and lack of empathy

outside-country interference (trump and elon’s connections to russia and the amount of bots from other countries spreading misinformation)

the long-term effects of AI and rampant disinformation

the day people from the united states understand that gringo is not a fucking racial slur, that brazil is a latin american country and that latines are not necessarially POC (therefore all latine can suffer from xenophobia, but not all latines can suffer from racism). some of yall really think latin america = hispanic america or that latin america = POC people and it's fucking embarrassing for you gringos

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The Coldest Heart(Yandere Future Rise Donatello x Reader)

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Apocalypse, kidnapping, freezing, dark themes, yandere themes.

Words: 1291

Summary: Donnie cuts off the heat

Winters were always frigid in the apocalypse, the broken terrain and weather making the places that have never seen a snowflake now completely frozen over. The “snow” that covered the barren wasteland outside the base’s doors was a poisonous brown, bubbling when it touched the ground instead of sticking. It may be frozen, but it was nothing like the fluffy white snow you held dear in your memories. You shiver under the blankets you were given, your body curled up in a weak attempt to preserve the heat trapped under the blankets with you. You were exhausted, sleep pulling at your eyes and trying to coax you under, but the cold biting at your fingers and toes was unrelenting. Your ears and nose burned, keeping you alert as you try to keep out the frigid air. The small amount of heat Donnie allowed in his lab was gone, the furnace broken and vents turned off. Cold had seeped into every crack and was now trying its best to choke you out as well.

You turn your head towards Donnie as he types onto a monitor projected by his ninpo, sticking your face into the bitter cold. His outfit amazed you, the mutant only being dressed in a thin sweater made to stretch over his battle shell and sweats that were a size too small. You look at him in envy, not understanding how he could withstand the freezing temperature in the thin clothing he had. Donnie turns his head at the feeling of your boring gaze, his eyes meeting yours and his tridactyl hands leaving his keyboard which causes it to falter, then disappear. For the first time in the months since he had stuck you in his lab in claims of protecting you, you don’t break your gaze. Whether it was from exhaustion or the cold, you no longer cared about such a simple thing as keeping your eyes off the man you hated most. If he was truly upset with your staring, he could come and close your eyes himself.

“You’re shivering.” Donnie muses, his voice teasing and airy as if the frostbite creeping over your nose was a mere tasteless joke. You scowl, burying yourself back into the plethora of blankets that covered the cot Donnie had you share with him. You hear him chuckle at your childish display, driving in the belittled feeling he had sunk into your heart.

“Fix the heat then.” You grumble at your captor, not caring for niceties. You can hear his chair shift and you look back at him through a crack in the blankets, seeing his eyes averted downwards as he chews on his cheek. His knuckles are now digging into his teeth, his eyes looking everywhere but you as he seems to be debating himself over something. His shoulders are more hunched, like he was a little kid who got caught stealing cookies late at night.

“You know I can’t.” Donnie says, like he was trying to be firm but his voice falters. He still refuses to meet your eyes, only staring at the floor as he chews on his knuckles. Your eyes narrow, your knees pulled closer to your chest as another cold burst breaks through the blanket barrier.

“You’ve already fixed it.” You accuse, the chattering of your teeth breaking up the sentence and making it sound more pathetic than you hoped. Donnie finally pulls his fist away from his mouth as he stares back at you, crossing his arms and protesting with a loud, “indignant scoff.” If you could feel your feet, you would run over there and strangle him.

“If you’re cold,” Donnie starts, his voice tight as he dodges your accusation to try and quell your thoughts, but ends up confirming it instead. “You can grab a blanket and come sit with me. I’ll keep you warm.”

You sneer, diving back under the blanket den you had created around yourself. Even if you wanted to cuddle up to the person who was holding you hostage in the name of ‘safety’, you couldn’t. Your feet were so frozen you couldn’t feel them more than a dull pain, and your fingers couldn’t close around the thin material of the blankets anymore. Silence stretches through the lab, and you’re sure Donnie had given up and turned back around.

A quick padding of socked feet breaks the silence and two arms wrap around your covered self, lifting you from the cot and into Donnie’s arms. He mumbles a swift apology as you flail and curse, quickly moving back to his chair and depositing you in his lap. He shifts the blankets around, helping you pop your head out so you could see. Donnie cups your cheek with one hand, the other still firm around your lower back so you couldn’t squirm away from him and escape. The feeling of his hand on your face is one you always hated, but the burning head of his warmth makes you hiss in pain rather than disgust. He was an oven, his hand slowly heating your cheeks and bringing color back to your face. You melt into him after a minute, nearly crying when his warm hand leaves your cheek to cup your ears.

“You are cold.” He mutters, mostly to himself. He continues to try and warm you himself for a small while, attempting to bring your body temperature up from the dangerous levels it had fallen to. He eventually signs and gives up, summoning a projected screen with numerous switches and buttons. He clicks a few things before closing the screen and pulling you closer, easing open the blankets you clung to so he could pull your whole body against him and try to warm you up.

You hear the vents above slowly whirr to life, the room slowly being filled with a strong heat that makes your head spin. You blink at Donnie, your limbs unstiffening as you try not to cry.

“You fixed it…” You mumble, letting your head hit the dull point of his plastron. Donnie nods, rubbing your back beneath the blankets. Anger pools in your chest for only a moment, the relief of the heat taking over and the exhaustion pushing through once more.

“I fixed it within minutes of its breaking. I wasn’t going to let the base freeze.” Donnie pulls you closer, kissing your temple with a smug smile. “You, however, weren’t letting me touch you, so I turned off the heat to try and convince you to let me touch you more, but that seems to have backfired.”

You scowl, hitting his shoulder with your forehead. You wanted to scream, to bite him, to do anything to make him suffer like he had you for the past few days, but you don’t. You were terrified he would turn the heat back off. His lab was obviously able to be isolated from the other parts of the base, which horrified you. For all you knew, he could leave and seal the doors before shutting the oxygen off for a couple minutes, just to let you suffer.

Donnie continues to rub your back, his quiet humming not showing any bit of remorse for the torment he had put you through. He seemed happy with the outcome, and you figured he was. Here you were in his arms, just as he wanted. Maybe once you could feel your fingers again, you’d try and fight him, but for now, you had given up. The heat was too much of a reward for you to risk losing it now. Even Donnie’s arms were a price you were willing to pay to not freeze. His plan had worked, and now nothing would stop him from doing it again.

Fear of your life

King Boo Donnie-or King Donnie for short-was made by the lovely @gal-with-pastels and @sweaterrat

This is for Yan King Don-

Warnings: mentioned drugging, attempted drugging, destruction of property, threats

Taglist, tell me if you’d like to be added or removed: @oleander-nin @acutiewithagun @itsyagurlchip @mimocrocodilelol @goneto @souperwrites @defnotnoodle

“Where my requests not simple? Hm? I laid them out for you, every minute and fine detail! All of them right there on that paper!”

A hand, previously tapping an agitated rhythm alongside its pair, moves to squeeze its owner’s nose bridge. A disappointed glare is shot down at the cowering hotel owner, as intense violet lights stare her down.

“One job. You had ONE JOB. Bring my darling here-you succeed in that-which I may remind you is the literal bare minimum!”

The hotel owner had the dignity to lower her head, all the while keeping her ears open to her superior’s rant.

“Got them to my desired room, fine points for that! And yet-you missed the most important, crucial, critical, key piece of the puzzle-THE DROUGHT!”

Aggregated hands crack hard wood, as a flare of intense, mystical, purple energy knocks pictures off walls, couches to the floor, and the cowering woman to her knees.

“My kin-“

“Shut it. The most important part, of my plan for enteral happiness! The component I literally-look at my lips, look at me-I LITERALLY HAND DELIVERED TO YOU. Was lost. By one of your INCOMPETENT STAFF!”

Abruptly the man stood, uncaring that he speed and strength sent the heavy mahogany chair he had been sat in tumbling to the side, barely blinking when said chair cracked into two against the wall.

“Knocked over. Whoosh! Down the drain! LITERALLY MOONS OF WORK GONE. THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO DRINKING IT! SO. SO. SO. THREE SO’S-CLOSE TO BEING MINE! And know my sweet love is running amok through your hotel! Fussing their gorgeous little head over everything, when they could have-should have-WOULD HAVE BEEN SEATED BY MY SIDE! NO IN MY LAP! SAFE WHERE THEY SHOULD BE!”

Cold near frigid violet eyes snap over to the kneeling hotel owner, any and all words dying in her tone at the wordless demand for silence.

“Do you know what grinds my metaphorical gears? He says extremely calmly with every bit of restraint as a saint? Hm? Not only is my darling running amok in your dangerous hotel. We have to delay the ceremonies!”

Muttering an ‘offended scoff,’ hands trailed over suit lapels and brooch tie, soothing the completely flawless silk, before the irritated man continued his rant.

“My people are restless, they always have been comes with the territory of ghosts and all, but they were promised a wedding. A Royal Wedding. My wedding. Heavy, heavy, that’s two heavy’s, emphasis on ‘My wedding!’ The event of the year-no! To say that would be affront on my love and myself, our wedding will be the event of the century! And yet-what do we have, myself-an agitated groom, AND AN EMPTY CROWN AND THRONE !”

As if to add emphasis and salt to the wound, gloved hands scoop up an elaborate glass case. Lifting the carrying case to light, his rage gradually began to calm for a few tense seconds.

“I am not a patient person. I am extremely aware of that flaw of mine, however, that will not stop me from being agitated at the circumstances you have put us both in.”

With a hand far more gentle than the chaos of the wrecked office could say, he slowly pulled the case open, revealing an-equally if not more-elaborate crown which matches his own.

“And I gladly learn to be more patient for my dear, it could take me an eternity-“

The hotel owner eagerly snatched the opportunity to slip out of her now ruined office, as the violet suited king lifted the crown-a near perfect copy to his own-to his lips for a chaste kiss to its golden surface.

“But we will have all the time in the world soon my dear. Very soon. Of course you’ve claimed your rightful status by side.”

A mischievous, smile spread across the king’s face, as he turned to stare out the window overlooking the now frantic bustle of the hotel’s interior. Chuckling lowly to himself, he brought the second crown directly in front of his face, noting his own reflection before speaking.

“It not like I’ve left my darling any other option.”

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