My Secret Life.

HELL FUCKING YES

HELL FUCKING YES

TMNT 2014 - Mikey catches on that something is going on, Raph and Stacey finally talk it out. Mild language.

Part One

Part Two

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Something wasn’t right.

Rubbing at his nose, Michelangelo looked up from his comic book with a furrowed brow. He realized the sensation had crept in slowly, and now that he was fully aware of it, he was wholly unsure of how he had missed it. Glancing down at Michelle, who was lounging next to him with her head on his chest, he knew immediately that she wasn’t the cause. She was perfectly content and the general energy about her was untainted.

Letting his mind stretch out, he took in the rest of the room. The music playing was quiet and calm. Nothing appeared out of place, so he thought harder. It occurred to him that beyond their room, the lair was silent. All of the girls had been there that day, so that did seem particularly odd.

Thinking back, he remembered a burst of activity a few hours back. Raph had been yelling for Donnie, though in the grand scheme of things, wasn’t so out of the norm. He had carefully stayed out of the crossfire, content to lounge with Michelle and not risk getting smacked upside the head. Whatever the kerfuffle had been, it had blown over quickly, which also wasn’t odd with Stacey around. She was awfully handy to have around when it came to getting Raph to cool off.

Still, pondering it, it did occur to him that it had ended rather abruptly. Abruptly with zero activity since. And that was odd. With a scowl, he closed the comic and tossed it into the pile they had going at the foot of the bed.

Michelle looked up at him with a half-smile, her round, freckled cheeks lifting the lower lids of her blue eyes. “You ready for another comic?” she asked.

"Nah," he said, returning the small smile and kissing her golden hair affectionately. He decided not to concern her over something that might be nothing, so he continued, "Think I’m ready for a snack, though. You want anything, beautiful?"

Her smile broadened as she shifted, allowing him to sit up. “Sure. A drink and maybe a little of whatever you’re having sounds great.”

Swinging his legs off the edge of the bed, he got up with a small hop. “You got it!” he replied as cheerfully as he could muster. The general sense of unease continued to build within him, so he spun on the ball of one foot and moved out into the open spaces with a deliberate stride.

I’m doing a study for Sociology.

LIKE if you think it’s not promoting abuse.

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person