Hey, dumb American question here. Every UK person I have ever met hates Margaret Thatcher. Why? What terrible thing did she do to piss off that many people for so long?
Where do I fucking start?
So, Thatcher was the bane of the working classes, and much of what she did still has repercussions to this day. So, in no particular order, just in the order I remember them, here are some things she did that pissed us off -
In 1989 she introduced this thing called the “Community Charge” but which everyone calls the “Poll Tax” which replaced an older system in which your tax payment was based on the rental value of your home. This new tax meant that people living in one bedroom flats would pay the same as a billionaire living in a mansion. Obviously, the rich loved it, everyone else… not so much. So there were riots (video of news about the riots) - There were lots of riots in the Thatcher years, and they were all notable for the extreme levels of police brutality.
(photo, poll tax protest in Trafalgar Square, 1990)
Then there was her war on industry. There was a lot of inflation when she came to power, so she instituted anti-inflationary measures. All well and good… except not the way she did it. She closed many government controlled industries, most famously steel and coal. The amount spent on public industries dropped by 38% under Thatcher. The coal miners went on strike, for almost a year, but in the end, the pits were still closed, and 64,000 people lost their jobs. Unemployment rates soared in industrial areas, and inequality between these (generally northern or welsh) areas and the rest of the UK is still there. During the strike there were numerous violent clashes with the police at picket lines which were widely televised. As a memoir from one miner attests: “
I saw a police officer with a fire extinguisher in his hand, bashing a lad in the back. I tried to get closer to note down the officer’s number but they were wearing black boilersuits with no numbers. The next thing I knew, a police officer struck me from behind. I was coming in and out of consciousness as I was dragged across the road into an alleyway. They blocked off the alley and beat another lad and me with sticks until I was unconscious.” (I can’t post the whole thing it’s too long, but read it in the Guardian) Images such as this swept the country, turning many people against Thatcher -
And after it was all over people felt Thatcher had lied, saying she wanted to close only 20 pits, when in the end, 75 were closed down.
• Inequality soared whilst she was prime minister. There is a thing called the gini coefficient, it is the most common method of measuring inequality. Under gini, a score of one would be a completely unequal society; zero would be completely equal. Britain’s gini score went up from 0.253 to 0.339 by the time Thatcher resigned.
During her time as prime minister the notorious ‘Section 28′ was published. It stated: A local authority shall not (a) intentionally promote homosexuality or publish material with the intention of promoting homosexuality; (b) promote the teaching in any maintained school of the acceptability of homosexuality as a pretended family relationship. - Section 28 wasn’t repealed until 2003.
• She introduced the Right To Buy scheme, which allowed people to buy their council houses for a very low price, which, at first glance, seems like a great idea, allowing people who normally wouldn’t be able to afford their own home to have one - however, loads of people have entered the scheme and now we have far too little social housing, meaning there has been a sharp rise in homelessness.
• The Battle of the Beanfield was a clash between hippies and police near Stonehenge in 1985. 1300 police officers converged on a convoy of 600 new age travellers who were heading to Stonehenge to set up a free festival in violation of a high court order. Again, there was an insane amount of police brutality, and 16 travellers were hospitalised, 573 people were arrested (one of the biggest mass arrests in UK history) - “Pregnant women were clubbed with truncheons, as were those holding babies. The journalist Nick Davies, then working for The Observer, saw the violence. ‘They were like flies around rotten meat,’ he wrote, ‘and there was no question of trying to make a lawful arrest. They crawled all over, truncheons flailing, hitting anybody they could reach. It was extremely violent and very sickening.’” (source) - Once everyone was arrested, the empty vehicles, which were in many cases the only homes the travellers had “were then systematically smashed to pieces and several were set on fire. Seven healthy dogs belonging to the Travellers were put down by officers from the RSPCA.” (source same as above)
Most of the charges were dismissed in court after Lord Cardigan, who had tagged along with them to see what would happen, testified on behalf of the travellers against the police.
Her removal of Irish dissidents right to be placed in a category that essentially made them political prisoners instead of merely criminals led to a hunger strike that ended in 10 deaths, including that of Bobby Sands, who was elected from his prison cell, reflecting the immense national, and international support for Irish nationalists. Thatchers lack of sympathy, or even empathy led to her becoming even more of a hate figure.
• She presided over a rapid deregulation of the banks, which ultimately led to much of the problems during britains 2007-2012 financial crash many years later.
• She took free milk from school children, which, though not as serious as anything else listed here, directly affected every child in the UK and was very unpopular, leading her to get the nickname “Maggie Thatcher, Milk Snatcher”, which is still used today.
This is nowhere near everything she’s done that pisses people off, but I hope it goes some way to explaining why when she died “ding dong the witch is dead” became number one in the UK charts, people partied in the streets, and people protested her (State funded) funeral. She is a decisive figure, some people in the UK do actually love her. I do not. She decimated the UK’s industrial heartland, she caused mass unemployment and the destruction of much of working class culture, she was cavalier in her financial policies and increased inequality by staggering levels, she approved serious police brutality and attempted to destroy the culture of unions in this country. I fundamentally disagree with all she stood for and it angers me that her mistakes are still affecting this country and the people who live in it. And I am VERY angry that the current government are spending £50 million on a museum about her.
Obviously the school life portrayed in movies is nothing like the reality. Try more disorganisation, mounting stress and constantly messy hair. Nevertheless, we can attempt to forget the reality! I’ve put together this list of high school and college related movies to get you maybe just a little more motivated for school. I’ve put an asterisk (*) next to some of my favourites. Happy watching!
High school related movies:
10 Things I Hate About You (1999)*
17 Again (2009)
21 Jump Street (2012)*
A Cinderella Story (2004)
A Girl Like Her (2015)*
American Beauty (1999)*
An Education (2009)*
Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging (2008)*
Bad Hair Day (2015)
Bratz: The Movie (2007)
Bring It On (2000)
Bring It On Again (2004)
Bring It On: All or Nothing (2006)
Bring It On: Fight to the Finish (2009)
Bring It On: In It to Win It (2007)
Can’t Hardly Wait (1998)
Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen (2004)
Dazed and Confused (1993)
Dead Poets Society (1989)
Dirty Deeds (2005)
Easy A (2010)*
Endless Love (2014)*
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)
Fired Up! (2009)
Freaky Friday (2003)
Geek Charming (2011)
Geography Club (2013)
Get a Clue (2002)
Girl in Progress (2012)
High School Musical (2006)
High School Musical 2 (2007)
High School Musical 3: Senior Year (2008)
I Love You, Beth Cooper (2009)
Ice Princess (2005)
Into the Storm (2014)
It’s a Boy Girl Thing (2006)*
Jennifer’s Body (2009)
John Tucker Must Die (2006)*
Just One of the Guys (1985)
Mean Girls (2004)*
Mean Girls 2 (2011)
Napoleon Dynamite (2004)
Never Been Kissed (1999)
New York Minute (2004)
Not Another Teen Movie (2001)
Paper Towns (2015)
Picture This (2009)
Pink in Pink (1986)
Project X (2012)*
Raise Your Voice (2004)
Read It and Weep (2006)
Remember the Titans (2000)
Revenge of the Nerds (1984)
Save the Last Dance (2001)
School of Rock (2003)
She’s All That (1999)
She’s The Man (2006)
Sixteen Candles (1984)
St. Trinian’s (2007)
Step Up (2006)
Struck by Lightning (2012)
The Bling Ring (2013)
The Breakfast Club (1985)
The Clique (2008)
The DUFF (2015)*
The Edge of Seventeen (2016)
The First Time (2012)*
The Girl Next Door (2004)*
The History Boys (2006)
The Hot Chick (2002)
The Jerk Theory (2009)
The Lizzie McGuire Movie (2003)
The Perfect Score (2004)
The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)*
The Spectacular Now (2013)
The To Do List (2013)*
The Virgin Suicides (1999)*
Trojan War (1997)
Wild Child (2008)*
College/university related movies:
21 and Over (2013)*
22 Jump Street (2014)*
After the Dark (2013)*
Bad Neighbours (2014)*
Good Will Hunting (1997)
Legally Blonde (2001)*
Liberal Arts (2012)
Like Crazy (2011)
Monsters University (2013)
Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising (2016)
Pitch Perfect (2012)*
Pitch Perfect 2 (2015)
So Undercover (2012)
Sorority Wars (2009)
Sydney White (2007)
The House Bunny (2008)
The Social Network (2010)
High school and college/university related TV shows:
Awkward (2011 - 2016)
Bad Education (2012 - 2014)
Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990 - 2000)
Community (2009 - 2015)
Daria (1997 - 2001)
Educating Essex (2011)
Educating Yorkshire (2013)
Faking It (2014 - 2016)
Freaks and Geeks (1999 - 2000)
Friday Night Lights (2006 - 2011)
Gilmore Girls (2000 - 2007)
Glee (2009 - 2015)
Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012)
How to Get Away with Murder (2014 - present)
Ja’mie Private School Girl (2013)
Pretty Little Liars (2010 - present)
Puberty Blues (2012 - 2014)*
Riverdale (2017 - present)*
Saved by the Bell (1989 - 1992)
Scream Queens (2015 - present)
Skins (2007 - 2013)
Summer Heights High (2008)
Teen Wolf (2011 - present)
The Carrie Diaries (2013 - 2014)
The Inbetweeners (2008 - 2010)
The O.C. (2003 - 2007)
The Secret Life of the American Teenager (2011 - 2013)
The Vampire Diaries (2010 - 2017)
Waterloo Road (2006 - 2015)
I’ve not seen every single one of this list, so if it doesn’t really have much to do with education, that is why! Please feel free to add you own or message me so I can add more.
What she means:
I want to make sure those four brothers have such a comfortable life I want to tuck them in and make them warm meals and knit them sweaters and make sure they TALK TO AND SUPPORT EACHOTHER and grow stronger in their relationships to eachother as a family and as a team I want to make them feel safe and valued because they live such a hardened life that they didn't choose and I want to do all in my power to make sure these four stay happy and understand that they are absolutely validated and loved.
Audio recordings of various school or university shooters. Note: Elliot Rodger isn’t necessarily a school/university shooter, as his attack was only on the campus, and three of his victims were stabbed to death, not shot. Still fits into the theme, in my opinion.
In chronological order: Kip Kinkel (1998) - Dylan Klebold (†1999) - Eric Harris (†1999) - Seung-hui Cho (†2007) - Pekka-Eric Auvinen (†2007) - TJ Lane (2012) - Adam Lanza (†2012) - Elliot Rodger (†2014) - Dylann Roof (2015)
I wanted to make a list of my favorite gay-themed films for reference. A lot of these tend to be coming of age stories, which I tend to have a more personal connection with. Hopefully you guys enjoy some of these films as much as I did.
WARNING WARNING THIS IS MY YOUNG TEENAGE SELF A FEW YEARS BACK ATTEMPTING TO WRITE RAPH IN HEAT AND ITS LOWKEY HORRIBLE I APOLOGISE BUT AT THE SAME TIME I THINK ITS FUNNY AND I NEED SOMETHING TO POST SO IM GONNA POST IT ANYWAY
I DECIDED TO BRING THIS OVER FROM MY OLD ABANDONED DEVIANTART ACCOUNT- SO DONT PANIC IM NOT PLAGIARISING (don’t know whod try to plagiarise this piece of shit anyway) I tried to fix it a bit but I failed miserably.
WARNING: cursing, violence, slight steaminess- not enough to be nsfw but its steamy
(Reader is fem)
“Are you willing to spar today, child?”
Master Splinter’s voice slices through your concentration on the battle before you. You jump slightly at the suggestion and shake your head vigorously, your hair coming loose and waving around the frame of your face. Raising a finger and pointing it into the direction of the brutal sparring between Raph and Leo, you give Splinter a pointed look with a nervous laugh.
“Aha, no. No, I don’t think so. Besides, I’d probably be murdered in there,” you turn to glance at the turtle brothers whose fists have turned into blurs that pummel each other into the ground with a force that would surely shatter every bone in your body were you to take one blow. Especially one of Raphael’s hits. He’d kill you instantly.
Donatello and Michelangelo remain seated a meter away from you on the side of the sparring mat. Both would wince every so often when one of the fighters landed a particularly brutal hit, that fighter would more often than not be Raph: A 6'5 mass of boiling rage and rippling muscle. A terrifyingly intimidating character to meet at first but you learned to warm up to him as he had to you. Maybe you’ve warmed up to him a little too much.
Compared to 5'11 strategical and precise Leo, Raph seems like a giant. But Leo is no push over, he can very well hold his own against the brute, he’s the only brother that has a chance at beating Raph and the red masked turtle hates that fact. The sweat drips down Raph’s bulging biceps, dropping off with every shattering blow that he lands on his brother. His gritted teeth serve as an indicator to his concentration and hints at frustration. Red masked eyes narrowed down into piercing green slits, meant to penetrate the enemy’s soul and destroy them from the inside as well as the outside. Your eyes roam over Raph's muscled form and your mind dive-bombs into the gutter. A blush takes residence upon your cheeks at the less than appropriate thoughts that suddenly occupy your mind. His large and rough hands caressing you with a gentleness that you had thought to be impossible; strong fingers drifting across your skin with only a light touch, enough to bring you to your knees.
“Enough!” Master Splinter takes his cue to end the match before things get overly heated between the fighters (and your thoughts). Both brothers shake hands tersely with each other and move to sit down, awaiting the announcement of who would be sparring together next.
“It will only be a grappling match. Wrestling, if you will. No hits,” Splinter persists, the look in his eye urging you to accept. You shake your head again, you don’t care how much the rat gives you the ‘do it’ look you are not going put yourself in a situation that would get your head bashed in.
“What, Kitten? Too scared to play with the big boys?” Raph mocks from where he is sitting. You fight the urge to snap something back at him that would surely make him swallow his tongue and just settle for a glare. “You gonna break a nail, little princess?”
“No, I just don’t want to fight,” you reply calmly. What crawled up his ass and died? Raph isn’t one to be sexist, he isn’t one to pick on you either. What’s he up to? “That’s because you can’t. You should probably sign up for cooking classes or something more suited to you and your…” his eyes fleetingly skim over your body, “-stature.”
Your eyes widen in absolute anger! You vaguely hear Splinter reprimanding his son for the blatant display of disrespect but you find yourself still burning with indignation. That condescending, sexist, chauvinistic, boneheaded piece of sh- “I’ll do it.”
It takes you a moment to realize that those words were spoken by you. You just said them. You just agreed to get bashed. Oh, God where is my head? What have you done? You stupid girl. You mentally chide yourself for your impulsive decision.
Please give me Mikey! You chant mentally, Mikey is easily distracted and you’re sure that you’d be able to take him down if you really set your mind to it. It was maybe even a possibility you could hold your own against Donatello considering he is without his weapon.
Who am I kidding? Your thoughts nosedive, as does your confidence. Versing these guys is a completely different ballgame altogether.
You turn to give Master Splinter a look of 'please take pity on my poor, poor soul’ but he’s not looking at you. He’s deciding which turtle to put you up against. “This will be grappling only, no hits exchanged,” Splinter commands, then his gaze flickers to you for a moment. You give him the puppy dog eyes and in return you receive an unamused stare. “Raphael. Stand.”
You almost topple over as you choke on your own spit, “wha- what?!”
Raphael raises an eyebrow but a slight smirk settles in the corner of his mouth as you slowly walk closer towards him. His gaze does not waver from your eyes until you are standing a meter away from him, in which his eyes smoothly move down to your lips and then the curve of your neck. Raph’s eyes snap upwards to your face before going any lower and you notice how his gaze darkens slightly. You gulp, noting how he stares at the movement of your throat distractedly. God, what have you gotten yourself into? You know he is watching everything you do, surely observing your possible weaknesses. Both of you stand in your desired fighting stances as Splinter opens his mouth to start the fight.
“You got this, Angelcakes!” Mikey, ever optimistic, yells out with a wide grin and waving hands. Donnie gives you a sympathetic smile and Leo, as per usual, remains stoic.
“Begin!” Splinter snaps you back into the moment and you yelp as Raph wastes no time before lunging at you. You duck beneath the offending limb and circle a safe distance away from him.
“Keep your head in the game,” Raph says, his voice holding a tone of slyness to it. “Don’t want to finish you off before the real fun’s started.”
You falter for a split second, was that an innuendo?
He reaches for you again and you barely evade his advancing manoeuvres, weaving between his grasping hands and leaping over the leg that he sweeps under you. His eyes narrow slightly and his attacks become more and more difficult to fend off.
“The point is to take him down!” Mikey says before turning to Donnie, “that’s is the point, right?”
You immediately drown him out and disregard him as a distraction. Focus on not getting grabbed!
You bend back, just barely avoiding a swipe for grip on your neck. You try to throw back your own offence only to recoil your hand sharply when Raph immediately makes a grab for it. Okay, so the straight on approach isn’t going to solve anything. Maybe if you flank him from behind you’d have a chance of taking him to the ground!
You roll to the side sharply, evading a grab and dive through Raph’s spread apart feet. Raph grunts in surprise and before you can tell yourself to stop you leap onto the back of his shell and jab at a pressure point in his shoulder that would drop any normal person instantly. You’re overwhelmed by a rush of elation when you feel Raph’s knees hit the ground. Could you have actually won?
His hand grabs your forearm, pulling you forward to lean over his shoulder. Your stomach is pressed into the edge of his shell, the breath in your lungs is forcefully expelled by the impact. Raph’s face leans into yours, cheek on cheek as he roughly whispers, “gotcha.”
You’re sent flying forward, sent into an uncomfortable front flip and landing hard on your back. You’re winded, unable to do anything but stare in shock at the figure that has now pinned you down from above. How did he do that? You dropped him!
His weight on top of you causes you to snap back into reality, his skin upon yours is rough but not as unkind to the touch as you’d have thought it to be. You try to wriggle away but he immediately presses himself down on you, rendering you motionless. Raph’s smirking face moves closer until he is but inches apart from yours. Your heart is racing and butterflies embark on a mad rampage in your stomach. His body on top of yours. Skin on skin. So close. Too close.
You turn your head to the side and he leans in to the crook of your neck, next to your ear. “Submit.”
You growl and shake your body as much as you can, flailing your legs angrily but gaining no movement or ground. He chuckles briefly.
“Make it easy on yourself and just submit,” he murmurs to you. Your face is red with anger and exhaustion as you continue to writhe beneath him, you’d be damned before you give up without a fight. Your movement earns a slight growl from the turtle on top of you. You freeze.
“Stop moving if you know what’s good for you,” he hisses in your ear. Your chest heaves up and down against his own as you breathe heavily. After a moment of silence, he repeats the sentence with irritation lacing his words. “Submit to me.”
You refrain from crying out loud in frustration and sudden breathlessness as you steadily say the words, “I submit.”
You feel Raph grin against your shoulder before he stands to his feet, towering over your 5'5 frame. You feel as if his weight had left a physical dent in your body, stars appearing in your vision briefly as you greedily gulp the air he had robbed from your lungs.
The smug creature offers a hand to you and you pretend you don’t see it, standing to your feet yourself. He had humiliated you. Not because he had beaten you. That would have been fair and square and you would have taken it in good sport if that had been it. But that wasn’t it. He had motives behind his movements, the way he whispered in your ear… when he growled lowly as you writhed beneath him. The way he had embarrassed you and infuriated you with his mocking words beforehand.
As you are engrossed in your thoughts, everyone collects themselves and moves to leave the dojo- Splinter having wisely dismissed the session. You ignore Raph, trying not to make eye contact with him as you head towards the exit. You and the brute are the last ones in the training room which is probably exactly what he wants. His large hand grabs your forearm pulling you aside before you can make it out the door and you glare up at him heatedly beneath your hair.
His height and build looming over you intimidates you but it also has another effect that you’re not sure you’d ever admit out loud. Raph’s eyes make contact with yours, staring intensely for a moment before looking you over. “Did I, uh, did I hurt you at all?” He asks gruffly.
You stare at him for a long moment, torn between answering with a 'f*ck yeah you did, dickhead’ and 'nope. Now piss off.’
You settle with a simple and bitter “no.”
He raises an eyebrow, amused. “Sore loser.”
You grit your teeth and poke a finger into his plastron angrily, “Sore loser?! You would’ve won either way and I would’ve been fine with it! But what I am 'sore’ about is that fact that you didn’t just beat me.”
He takes a step forward, a smirk playing on his lips. He seems so different. Controlled. He knows what he wants and he’s surprisingly confident in his movements. You move backwards subconsciously before realizing that you have quite literally just reversed into a wall. You look up with wide eyes as he moves in closer than what your personal space limits people to.
“Why don’t ya just explain then.”
“You- you humiliated me! Toyed with me, mocked me, made fun of me and then you-you….” You trail off, unable to describe his intimacy towards you without throwing yourself out to look like a fool.
“Why do you stay on the defence in a fight? You wear yourself out,” he pipes up, leaning back a little giving you room to breathe. You blink, a little shocked at the subject change.
“You’re a 6'5 walking mass of muscle. I’m a stick insect in comparison. Please explain to me why I would ever hope to believe I had a chance to take you out by a full frontal attack,” you say bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest unknowingly boosting your cleavage into his view. He glances down at the flesh bursting from your bra below him and licks his lips, moving in towards you like he had before You see the resolve in his gaze flicker, he is struggling to maintain the façade. You inhale sharply, trying to continue.
“I’d be…better off…running,” you gasp as he moves his lips to rest on your neck. Your heart is in your throat, thrumming beneath the soft but firm touch of his mouth. Raph seemingly breathes in your scent before running his cool tongue over your sensitive skin, tracing the veins in your neck.
Your eyes widen at the contact, a choked gasp slipping from your mouth. There has always been chemistry between the two of you, the occasional flirting and the light banter you were both notorious for. But never had he been so blatant about his attraction towards you, never had he even gathered the courage to kiss you let alone touch you so sensually.
Then you realise, eyes widening at the sudden revelation. He’s in heat.
Your hands come up to rest on his chest but not entirely pushing him away. There’s a light pressure on your throat as he suckles at your sweet spot, delighting in the sound of your erratic breathing and whimpers.
Raphael’s right hand remains next to your head on the wall, essentially keeping you caged within his grasp. His left hand roams over the smoothness of your waist, groaning almost silently as his hands continue caress your midriff.
“Well, then.” He whispers huskily, finally responding to your words. “I promise you don’t need to run away from me.”
That was it. His mouth melds onto yours and you’re not sure who initiated the connection as his hands run up and down your body. The force of the not-so-gentle kiss pushes you into the wall leaving you vulnerable to his desires. His lips moving feverishly on yours as he captures your flesh between his teeth, asking for entrance. You moan, parting your mouth in obedience, his tongue immediately seeks out yours to battle for dominance.
The hardness of his muscled body against yours was overwhelming, the raw strength, danger and masculinity was making you swoon. ”Oh God, Raph,” you sigh in delight as his lips move from your mouth to your neck to greet that special spot once more.
He lightly nips your throat before turning to make eye contact briefly, eyes shimmering mischievously, “I think it’s time for round two. Wanna rematch?”
You might remember my TMNT inspired makeup post a did a year ago. I would link it, but Tumblr is being a jackass right now and won’t let me…
I obviously redid the series (and continuing it)
I have a tutorial for the main characters and a select few side characters on my Youtube Channel (the main turtles are kinda old…)
You can however find all of my looks (not just turtle inspired) on my Instagram. I post my looks more frequently on there and you can see what products I used to create them. Once I have more done, it shall be added to this post. My goal is to do all the characters. This isn’t solely based on the 2012 version, but a lot of it comes from there. However, some versions of characters don’t inspire me, so I turn towards alternate versions. Examples: Kraang (80s version) and Shredder (2003 version)
(From left to right,top to bottom)
Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, April O’neil, Casey Jones, Master Splinter, Leatherhead, Kraang, Mondo Gecko, Karai, Tiger Claw, Professor Honeycutt, Shredder, Renet, Slash… To be continued
If there is any characters I have yet to do that you REALLY want to see, please let me know
Also I am sorry for the shitty watermark situation. I forgot I was going to post the photos on here in this format, so…shitty cropping…
“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway.
Imagine how the boys would react the first time they meet their SO;
He’s probably the most pulled together of the bunch, especially under the pressures of a new situation… But dealing with attractive people? Especially if they were a girl (you enjoy your sexuality headcanons fandom, I won’t get in the way) he’d freak out a little. After all, he’s not really had the chance to develop further than the ‘ew cooties’ stage given how few girls he’s met, despite how mature he might act. So, he might seem a little quiet, embarrassed and worried. He’d relax as time went on and he realised how nonsense all these ideas pop culture has about girls are nonsense but at the start, he might be a bit of a mess.
Raph would probably handle this better than his brothers. Better than even charismatic Mikey. But that’s only because he’s used to masking how he truly feels about any given situation with his usual tough guy exterior. So, he’d seem pretty normal on the outside but inwardly he’d be a paranoid mess, as in ‘how do I talk to girls, Master Splinter never taught me this’. He’d offer maybe a few weak compliments, if he really felt something spark right away but it’d take some time of knowing the person for him to build up enough confidence for anymore than that.
Donnie is logical mess. Statistics this and statistics that. If he just met the person and the crush formed after that, everything would be fine for a while and then he’d devolve into his math fuelled madness… But if it started right away? He’d constantly be checking the numbers, what were the chances they liked them? What were the chances they’d date? Things like that. He’d do this a lot. Other guys might have the occasional lewd thought about a crush. Donnie would just be freaking out, imagining how, at least on a biological level in his opinion, either of his older brothers would be a better pick than him. Or heck, even Mikey on a social level could sweep them off their feet. What did Donnie have? A calculator. However, his smarts would play a crucial part in retaining all the information he learned about them in order to, when the time came set up the perfect first date.
Mikey loves to meet new people! So win already. And, being such a positive little force in the world, he finds most people attractive in one form or another. Always able to pick out the nicest little details about a person that they never could have considered themselves. It was a cute little quirk and it was part of the Mikey charm that could win over almost anyone. But talking to someone he genuinely felt attraction for? Sure, he’d be nervous but he’d be pretty open about it, even to said person. This would probably mean he’d end up in a relationship quicker than any of his brothers and might well be the first to end up with a SO. Of course, that assumes he meets the one first or around the same time as his brothers. But if he did end up to be the only happily taken turtle among his single Pringles brothers, he would soooo rub it in their face. All the time. Always.
“Look at me - just breathe, okay?”From the dialogue prompts.
@tur-nerd-tle-girl asked: 95 Donatello.
“Look at me - just breathe, okay?”
(Gender neutral reader)
THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A SMALL PROMPT BUT IT LOWKEY TURNED INTO A NO SPEECH EXPERIMENTAL FIC IM SO SORRY.
A/N: I really wasn’t in the mood to make something really triggering for others and put myself in a bad mood. Soooo I was trying to play around with a bit of disassociation, when I get attacks I tend to disassociate from my surroundings and hyperventilate. Also I wanted to play around with the no dialogue concept (except for the prompt of course), considering how during a panic attack noones words really register (at least for me). SO this kind of happened? Sorry if it’s not really what you wanted, hun :/
Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, possible typos
It’s funny how the right words said by the right person can have such a significant impact. If it had been said by any other person you suppose it wouldn’t have the same effect. In fact, it may have just made you react in a worse manner. No one ever really takes the “calm down” phrase well.
But when he says it, you always do. Almost instantaneously. Maybe it’s because he technically paraphrases it, or he just uses a different tone of voice from the others; soothingly clinical. Like the doctors who smile at you while they ask you to breath in and out, listening through the stethoscope to the steady beating of your heart. Or maybe not so steady, you know, it depends.
You know that standing here, in his lab, your heart isn’t so steady. In fact, it’s erratic, pounding a million miles per second. No matter what you do, you just can’t slow it, you can’t slow your breathing either. Short pants, struggling to drink in the air to satisfy your lungs- not nearly enough. You’re not nearly enough. You’re never enough.
You crave the words. You crave his words. In fact, you crave more than his words but right now that one sentence from his mouth is the only thing that can cure you. Your head is spinning, your heart begins to hurt. The skin across the planes of your chest tightens as your blood seemingly turns to a liquid flame.
You remember the first time he had said the words and you knew, you freaking knew, that you were a goner. You had kissed the future and seen a glimpse through its gaze, you knew that day that there was and would only be one who would have that tranquil effect on you. How can one make you so nervous but put you in a state of serenity at the same time?
When you had first met him, you were terrified. He was a sight to behold almost majestic. Not only was he larger than life, a mutant species and for some reason in your bedroom at 3am with your reporter roommate; he was intelligent. You knew it the moment you locked gazes with him, the exact point that you caught sight of the molten gold eyes that examined you standing in the doorway with your mouth ajar. He was surprised from what you could tell. Looking back on it he was also panicking severely, spilling severalgeneric phrases that one who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar would say.
Of course, you immediately opened your mouth and belted out the loudest scream you could possibly produce from your being. That landed you with a large three-fingered hand over your mouth. You were forced into a shock-induced paralysis; unable to fight, to bite his fingers or to kick out at his legs. He was spluttering apologies and attempts of disarmament but you were focused on the way you could feel his hand trembling against your lips. Focused on the way his eyes widened as they caught sight of the tears beginning to collect in the corners of your own. Focused on the way he panicked, just like you had.
With your back against the doorframe, your mouth covered by the mutant terrapin and your soul pinned by that golden gaze; you couldn’t control the pressure in your chest. You couldn’t bury it beneath something else or disregard it in an attempt to pretend it never existed, it crept throughout your being until it reached the tips of your fingers.
You hadn’t realized you were hyperventilating until he had quickly removed his hand from your mouth. Lowering himself slowly to reach eye level, you immediately cast away your gaze. You pressed further into the obstruction behind you, your shoulders almost folding backwards around the frame of the door from the pressure. You felt a hand rest lightly on your shoulder, surprisingly soothing to the touch. It was a prompt, a request for you to make eye contact with him so he could understand whether you were registering what he was saying or not. But you couldn’t. The raw intelligence behind his gaze was the most intimidating aspect of the creature before you, he knew more than you did about everything and everything- you could just tell.
His hand slid lightly from your shoulder to softly grip your chin and tilted your head to meet his eyes. Then he said it. “Look at me.” It was as if you had just broken through the water; as if you had been listening to static and had finally tuned into a station. Hisvoice was gentle but clinical. “Just breathe, okay?”
You knew then that those words would be your saving grace, that he would be your saving grace.
You guess that’s why you’re standing in his lab at this moment visiting old memories in the midst of a panic attack. Supposedly back in reality, but your head still in a million different dimensions and universes. You don’t really remember why you were panicking, you can’t recall what had triggered this onslaught of hostile emotions. You do remember the overall sensation, the way it blurred into a dull ache that now violates every inch of your body. The sense that you’re not good enough, that you would never be good enough.
It is such an unoriginal fear, almost embarrassing but nevertheless, it is painstakingly present in your life. You know he catches your frantic breathing when you hear a tool being dropped to clatter on the floor carelessly. He never handles his tools carelessly. You hear your name being called, it’s muffled- like hearing music pound from the surface when you’re beneath the water.
But then he says it, with his fingers gripping your chin gently. Those six little words- damned words- that had you falling into him every time. His cool breath against your cheek, his gaze seeking out yours frantically and his genuine concern evident through his firm tone. You know he cares for you deeply, he fails miserably at hiding things unless it’s hiding the shy smile that works its way onto his lips behind his hand.
“Look at me - just breathe, okay?”
You know you’ve leaned into his touch as you’re brought back to reality- his reality. It’s an unbreakable cycle and you’ve just rounded back to the start.
It’s funny how the right words said by the right person can have such a significant impact. If it had been said by any other person you suppose it wouldn’t have the same effect. No one ever really takes the “calm down” phrase well. But when he says it, you always do. Almost instantaneously. Maybe it’s because he technically paraphrases it, or he just uses a different tone of voice from the others; soothingly clinical.
Maybe, it’s because Donatello has had an unintended, intangible hold over you since you met him; and you love it.