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Essentially a "this or that" game with tropes! Bold your choice between the two options.
Thank you to @no1-hatsunemikufan for tagging meβ€οΈ
slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // thereβs only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
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I find this very difficult to ask and I feel really guilty even putting this online, but I kinda need help financially with something important to me and my family.
If you havenβt seen on my Kofi, my motherβs bathroom has basically broken. The people who installed her bath did a really bad job, and as a result the whole thing needs replacing because it leaks bad enough that itβs leaking into the kitchen. My mother couldnβt afford a better house when she was forced to downsize, and so she now has to try and pay the cost of all the repairs, which totals to around Β£2,500. Sheβs on disability benefits only and needs a bath desperately due to her disabilities, but cannot pay such a large price. I unfortunately canβt just give her the money as I donβt have the money even with my savings from years of saving at university. I feel terrible for asking, but Iβm putting a new goal on my Kofi to try and pay for this for her, and I need some help. I donβt want people to donate if they canβt or donβt want to - I know how awful the cost of living is right now, but every little bit will help manage this insane cost.
Iβm going to link my goal below, and if anyone is kind enough and able to donate even a single dollar, I would be forever grateful. I feel so shit for asking for help, and I really donβt want to, but it is what it is. If anyone is willing to donate I thank you eternally. Sorry for being so pathetic to ask, feel free to ignore this if you canβt. I completely understand.
Iβm so sorry to ask this. I really want my mother to be able to fix this or she wonβt be able to have a bathroom that she deserves after all the years of poverty and torment she sacrificed for me. I am ashamed I canβt just give it to her but I canβt even pay my rent for living in her house right now. Thank you to everyone for even following me, commissions have really helped and all your support is treasured beyond belief.
Link to my goal/donation fund: https://ko-fi.com/dysfunctionaldoodle/goal?g=1
Donnie had been over the numbers. His models and predictions. And there was only one answer, staring him in the face, no matter how many times he crunched the data. It was bad, bad news. For lack of anything else to do, he ran the numbers again.
And again.
And again.
Finally, he gathered his data up, called out to Leo - only because he was in the dojo in view of the door - that he was going out, and he left. The facts swirled about his brain. Don vaguely recognized that he'd shut down the emotional part of his brain a while ago to distance himself from the situation, but he didn't do anything to change it. He needed to be detached right now.
It didn't take long to arrive at Leatherhead's. He realized with a start that he'd been unceremoniously and continuously banging on the door when the croc answered it in a frenzy, clearly looking him over for injuries. "What is it, my friend?" the gentle soul asked him, full of concern.
"Can I come in?" Don heard himself say. Leatherhead ushered him in, and Don took over one of his workstations without asking, spreading out everything he had. "Please tell me I'm wrong," Don pleaded with his friend, voice cracking as his resolve wavered.
Leatherhead's brows knit together. "About wha-?" he started to ask, trailing off as he leaned over the information Don had brought, sharp mind realizing instantly what it was. "Give me some time to look this over. Make yourself a cup of chamomile," the croc commanded, waving his hand generally in the direction of his kitchen.
Donnie quietly complied, piling honey into the tea he had no real plans of partaking in. He sat at Leatherhead's kitchen table to give the croc some space to look everything over without Don hovering over him, possibly biasing the results. The tea went cold. Leatherhead was still quietly working, processing the same data Don had. The longer the silence stretched, Don knew he was coming to the same conclusion that Don had.
He lost track of time, staring at the pattern's in Leatherhead's precious china - a gift from Splinter a couple of Christmases ago. It was only now-innate ninja senses that kept the croc from startling him when he entered the kitchen. Leatherhead stared at the full cup of tea, gently grabbed it, and swapped it out for a new brew. Don watched the steam rise from the cup. Grabbed it just to feel something. Unable to look his friend in the eye, he asked: "so?"
"We will figure this out, my friend," Leatherhead said.
Don closed his eyes. A physical wall against the tsunami of emotion threatening to overtake him.
"Say it. Please. I need to hear it."
"We understand what is happening this time-"
"No. Please. I need you to confirm it. Tell me that even though it's been years, I'm suddenly devolving into that mindless monster again. Don't let me live with any denial."
Leatherhead took a slow breath in. Don counted while he held it. Fifteen. Leatherhead slowly released the breath. The storm inside Donnie brewed. Grew. Threatened to overwhelm him. Leatherhead's big hands grabbed Don's, removing them from the scorching teacup. "The mutagen in your makeup is destabilizing. It matches the kind of readings we got from when Bishop's mutagen infected you and temporarily mutated you into a more feral creature." Don tensed, clenched his jaw, tried to make fists. Leatherhead gently squeezed his hands, grounding him. "But," he continued firmly, "we understand what is happening this time. It isn't taking us by surprise. We know what is going to happen, and we know the makeup of the previous vaccine. Do not give into despair, my friend. We can handle this," he insisted.
Don opened his eyes, feeling wild. Out of control. Finally met Leatherhead's, strong and steady. "The readings are worse this time. Even if we do manage a working vaccine, it'll likely also be temporary, and the effectivity could continue to decrease over time until there's no point in fighting it." Don knew this. Knew his hunches were as correct as his calculations and predictions had been. He'd been analyzing the data for far longer than Leatherhead had. Despair thundered within him. Time was ticking down. He didn't have enough of it to do the work on a vaccine or cure that he needed to. He would once again be helpless. Leave his family helpless to do anything about it.
"We are not starting from scratch," Leatherhead insisted. "And I will never give up on you, Donatello. Your brothers and father will never give up on you." It was the only thing he could promise.
Donatello couldn't stay detached. The storm reached its peak, and the dam broke.
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Still thinking about brand new mutated Dad Splinter figuring out the dynamics between his children. It wasn't until I was lining some of this that I realized the unintentional angst in this cute comic, because Splinter seeing how distraught Leo and Donnie are at being separated would hit a little too close to home for him.
I was just wondering if Christmas asks were still open and then i saw your reblog so,,,
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"Donnie⦠What am I doing wrong?"
"What aren't you doing wrong?!"
There are things that Donnie doesn't think about unless he has too.
It's a list of things, one of those rolled-up parchments that splay out on the concrete and keep going while the cartoon character looks on in shock. He's done a lot of things that he's ashamed of in the past few weeks.
The top of the list isn't filled with acts but crammed with emotions. Every twitch of smugness when he threw his brothers through a loop, every grin when he managed to stay a step ahead, and every bitter word that felt like dropping long-held weights onto the concrete.
Donnie was playing the part. He was playing the part because he had too. He was playing the part for the good of his family. And sometimes he stared at his reflection and wondered if he was playing it a bit too well. If it was too easy to pick up a blade against his brothers.
Shredder doesn't give him much time to ruminate. He's running Donnie like a machine- probably because that's what he'd been looking for when he'd shoved a brainworm into him and demanded servitude. Donnie doesn't remember the actual brainwashing part much. He does remember the suffocating feeling of wrong wrong wrong wrongwrongwrongwrongwrong that pigmentated every thought until even the brain worm couldn't tolerate it anymore.
He'd killed and flushed it before his brain fully comprehend what he'd vomited onto the floor. Then he sat there, right in the middle of Foot headquarters, stuck between what he should do and what he could do.
He should go straight home and tell his family he's okay.
He could stay here and put his status to good use.
Maybe it was because of how out of it he was, but he decided to see how long he could play the game. Maybe the stupidest thing he's ever done, or maybe the smartest- the jury's still out. He's effectively ruined weeks of Baxter's work, shoved viruses into files that he absolutely should not have the passwords too, and even threw off production for some huge torture chamber scheme that the brainwashed Karai was cooking up for his family. No one ever pointed it back to him.
Some of his lackies sure tried, but after Donnie's reckless behavior during the real brainwashing, Shredder was confident that he had him under his thumb. He was infected with a brainworm, after all. Shredder was there when it was crammed in.
With Donnie's continued pattern of immediate obedience and vocalizing seething hatred for his family, Shredder decided that it's actually because his followers are incompetent. Which they wholeheartedly are.
His brothers were also convinced that it was the brainworm. Then Donnie had slipped up. It was pure instinct, watching hot shrapnel heading for his baby brother, shoving him to the ground before it could impale his shell.
He'd tried to play it off, but the mask had fallen and Mikey wasn't as dumb as he looked. Heartless Donnie filled him with venom and left him to die- he didn't think to save his life, react like brothers do.
Mikey cornered him and he'd panicked, ditching the mission entirely. He couldn't let his brothers know that he was okay. They'd change their reactions to him entirely- question his methods, lesson their blows- they'd care too much and slip up detrimentally.
Unfortunately, his hypothesis was proven correct. They didn't know the full story, but his brothers knew something was off now- maybe they thought that the brainworm didn't have full control; maybe they thought there was something else wrong with his head, preventing him from coming home with them.
They were always reaching out, reasoning with him, begging for him to hear them. Donnie did hear them. So did the Foot.
The only positive was that Shredder thought it was them cracking, so desperate to get their brother back that they let their defenses slip.
He made sure to take advantage.
More accurately, he made Donnie take advantage. He was always the focus of their attention, no matter how important their missions were.
"How long are you guys going to do this?" Donnie leans on his staff, looking down at his brothers. "You know I'm going to have to call in the Footbots now, right?"
"Donnie," Leo's katana is in his hand. Thankfully, he stopped the whole 'look, I'm defenseless!' act a while ago. "We don't want to hurt you, but we are going to have to stop you."
He smirks down at them, the trademark smugness that they expect. "Do you always have to start our fights with a disclaimer? I know you don't want to fight me. That's what makes this so entertaining!"
"We know you don't mean that!" Mikey chimes in. "We're not mad at you, Donnie!"
"I'm a little mad at him." Raph points out to the chagrin of their two brothers. Good ol' Raph. "Getting tired of this whole routine."
"You and me both!" He stands straight, spinning his staff. "Let's make your end swift, shall we?"
"No, Donnie-"
He hits the alarm with his staff and then descends on his brothers.
Donnie thinks he hates how accepting they are of his brainwashed status. He had to fight them at full force, and they were barely giving it their half, more concerned with what they'd do to him than what he'd do to them. They'd given more than this in the dojo, which would explain why he's been getting so many over on them recently.
"Raph! Mikey!" Leo snaps abruptly. He has his oldest brother up against the wall. "You know what to do!"
They sprint off. The newly arrived Footbots follow.
"Another intervention?" There are cameras everywhere. Donnie's getting awful close to Leo's blade nicking his own skin. This is dangerous. He needs to rile him up, any way he can. "You know those don't work on me, right? Ha! I've grown past those! I make my own rules now."
"Your rules or Shredder's rules?" He's infuriated by the name, and he decides now is the time to fight back, kicking Donnie hard enough to knock him over. He sprints away from him. Phew. "You aren't thinking straight, Donnie. We know you're in there. I know you can hear me."
"Yeah, I hear you." He tosses throwing stars. The impale the wall directly behind Leo as he moves. "You won't stop talking! Ugh, it's exhausting. Don't you ever get tired of it?"
"You have no idea." He charges and Donnie meets him halfway. "But that doesn't mean I can just give up."
"It's what Captain Ryan would do. He does it all the time!" His bo strikes almost collides with Leo's head. Focus Leo! "One crew member turns his back and pew! Down for the count. I say you cut me off. I know you're dying to now that I'm not of any use for you."
"That's not true."
"Oh? Still can find a way to use me? Still got plans in mind?" Leo missteps and Donnie knocks him onto his back. "Sorry to disappoint, Captain, but I find it's easier with one master at a time, and your loser of a team is certainly not worth any of mine."
"I'm not talking to you as a leader." Leo pleads. "I'm talking to you as a brother. One who's worried about you."
"I'm not! I'm doing great!" Donnie stabs down and his older brother rolls out of the way. "You would not believe how freeing a misplaced moral compass is! Splinter was wrong, you know. Ninjas are far better off when honor doesn't have limitations."
Donnie's spent enough time under Tiger Claw's thumb. His senses are heightened to his boring gaze. He can't see him, but that tiger is here.
He initiates the fight again.
"That's- what worries- me!" Leo has to take both katanas out to keep up. "This isn't you! It's not- you, Donnie!"
"It is." Sorry Leo. "This is aaall me, baby!"
Donnie tries to prioritize the fight, but his older brother keeps reasoning and so he has to keep threatening and mocking and snapping things that he's not one hundred percent certain he doesn't mean. Maybe that's what makes the lying so easy, breeding them from his own thoughts and fears.
"We're going to find a way to reach you, Donnie. I swear."
"I don't think you'll want to do that." Donnie promises. "Might not like everything you find! Better to let me rot away here, less problems in the long run, really. What do you say, bro?"
"I don't care. I don't care."
Donnie knows that's not true. "You really want your good little scientist home, don't you? Life must be so hard with no one else solving all your problems. Who's going to fix things if Donnie's gone!"
"I can't- believe you- 'd believe that."
"Why not?" He backs up. His com is buzzing. He's being summoned. The burning on the back of his nape is gone. "Oop! Boss is calling!"
"No- Donnie, stay here. Let's talk about this!"
"I have nothing I want to say to you." He has to go now. Shredder does not tolerate anything but exact obedience. "Going now!"
"No!" Leo grabs him. Donnie doesn't know why he slows so he can. It's not the smart thing to do. They fall and he slams his beak into the floor. "Ah-"
Leo scrambles back. Donnie sits up, blood on his hand. "Aw, jeez."
"I'm sorry- I'm sorry-" His older brothers panics. "That wasn't on purpose! I didn't think I'd-"
"Should've hit me harder." I know. It's okay. "Can't get rid of me unless you really slam it."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Really," He wiggles his fingers, "Coulda fooled me." I'm sorry. "Wouldn't blame you, really. I'd want to hurt me too."
"I don't want to hurt you. I don't- I can't-" Leo shakes his head, helpless. "How do I reach you? Donnie⦠What am I doing wrong?"
Donnie laughs, "What aren't you doing wrong?!"
Leo looks stricken, standing with Donnie.
"You're making this all really hard, you know that?!" He wipes away the blood. "You just can't let me go!"
"I can," He says solemnly. "But I won't. I won't."
"You problem," Donnie turns his shell. "Get over it. I sure have."
Leo follows him back to their brothers and the big battle. Donnie'd already messed with the new Kraang shipment. All he needed was for his brothers to try and deactivate them so the blame would have a place to land. He hopes they've had that chance. He can't wait any longer.
At the opportune time, he takes the kill switch from his belt. One gun in each crate explodes, catching him directly in the crossfire, which he knew would help his story of innocence later.
He's caught in the crossfire, and then in his brother's arms.
Raph's over him when they land, taking as much of the damage as he can. Not part of Donnie's plan, but he lets it happen, curling small like he used to when he didn't have to spend every day and night waiting for the worst. He's a little brother again, not a scientist or a warrior or their enemy's servant- just for a few seconds, the blast of an explosion.
Then it's over and Raph's looking down at him in his familiar gruff worry, both of them catching their breaths. Donnie has to shove away from him, scrambling to his feet without looking back. His brother says his name and he moves faster, gaining traction and putting some distance, running to catch up with the escaping Foot.
Shredder's not pleased with their end results.
Donnie isn't either. He didn't mean for Raph to be that close when it went off.
There's still blood on his face. He spits some line about how he wasn't supposed to return stained in his own. It's partly true. He knows that this tiny infraction is going to hurt Leo more than any wound.
He doesn't want to think about that. He can't afford too.
When he doesn't, it's easier to pretend that every traitorous act isn't another reason to play the part and avoid going home. If Shredder discovers the truth, he's dead. If his brothers found out-
Why 03 is amazing but underrated it literally almost covers every supernatural ways that no version has touched before including turtles getting mystical powers and turning into dragons
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It's up and down for me but one thing in life is certain...Im getting my own plushie is Lez (Yipee!...I've saving for years for this moment to arrive! WAHOO!...Also guys I got a red eared slider turtle name Leo...and now he is gone :( (Missing not dead...i hope)
How ya feeling guys doing: @thing7577, @ldma-boodyshaker900, and @yuichiusagilover9000?
I couldn't find any photos of him since it's on another devise that is not with me rn but if anyone sees a red eared slider with a weird shell unlike this guy...that is probably not mine :/ (Im copeing yall)
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As a Dungeon Master I nearly scrolled past this before my brain kicked my own ass and reminded me that I have tried looking up 'Blue Gemstones' at LEAST a dozen times in the last six months and never found anything this helpful.
Despite Yooperlite only being discovered as recently as 2017 and not being widely considered a gemstone (though it technically is), Iβm trying to figure where it would go on the table:
Found in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and on the shores of Lake Superior, these stones only glow under UV light
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