A number of people have inquired, so here’s the story about how I fought a meth dealer at three in the morning. Strap in.
So what you need to know right off the bat is that I just graduated from an art college in Portland, where I was an RA in the freshman dorm for the past 3 years. So there are 4 of the 5 contributing factors to my encounter with the meth dealer. The 5th factor that ties this human toe of a person into my life is that he was dating one of the residents, who was from Florida. If any one of these 5 factors had been different, I would not have rumbled with a member of Portland’s underbelly.
But Grace, you say, surely the person he was dating could have been from anywhere. Not everyone from Florida automatically has ties to meth dealers. To which I reply, Perhaps, Perhaps it is true that not every Floridian is meth-affiliated, but every resident at this dorm building who ever dated a meth dealer was from Florida, so how am I to know?
So this was my first year as an RA, and I’ll tell you guys, I’ll toot my own horn, because I’m damn good at this job. I have a great report with the kids on my floor and all my events have great attendance and when I bust parties and flush people’s weed, they apologize to me and worry that they’ve harmed our friendship. I got this job on lock down. So a few months in, when I start noticing a……………… recreationally homeless-looking gentleman coming to and fro during my lobby desk shifts, sometimes with bags of…………things, I start to think something is up.
Donnie x ghost reader? She can walk through walls and she floats, nothing can
touch her, but she can touch others and pick up objects if she wants. She also
has a ghostly howl.
Aaaaaaaah that’s so cute!!
You didn’t know how it had happened, but
somehow, one morning you woke up and you weren’t the same. You couldn’t keep
your feet on the ground, and everyone seemed to walk through you. You thought, wished it was
some horrible dream. But it wasn’t. It was a nightmare you couldn’t wake up
The days stretched to weeks to months and
you found ways to pass the time, exploring the city of New York. You found
coffee shops tucked in the quaintest places, bookstores full of brand new
books. And you found in these places that you could interact with things.
Objects mostly. But if you tried hard enough, sometimes you could interact with
people. Some people, mostly animals and small children, could see you
regardless of if you were trying to be seen or not. And you had been told by a
little girl that you looked like an angel.
Nowadays, you were wandering the parts of
New York other people couldn’t dream of finding. Abandoned churches covered in
vines, old trees with initials carved in hearts, and now, a utopia underground.
It was amazing. Nothing you’d ever seen
before. There were gadgets and gizmos everywhere, and more pizza boxes than you
could ever dream to count. And one room, you found had quite the collection of
classic novels. So, seeing as no one was there, you grabbed one of them and
floated over the couch cross-legged and began to read.
It wasn’t for a few hours that you had
company, all of which could see you. You were oblivious, still so caught up in
the novel that you hadn’t noticed them come in.
“Ummm…” You looked up and met the eyes of a
green mutant something or another. Bright blue eyes and a confused expression. “What
are you, dudette?”
“I’m not really sure, to be honest.” You
answered. “I just kind of am.”
“Is that my book?” Asked the tallest of the
four. He was wearing a bright purple bandana and was covered in tech. He seemed
to scan you with his goggles.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I just got bored, and I
can’t really interact with many things and so books are kind of-”
“N-no, it’s okay. I don’t mind.” He shook
“Why are you here?” The one in the blue
mask took a step forward and looked over you. “How did you find us?”
“When you spend a few months like this, you
find all sorts of places.”
“Fascinating…” the one with the purple mask
whispered as he examined his scans. “So you can interact with objects.”
“And you’re invisible to humans.”
“I’m invisible to everyone except animals
and small children.”
“Well, Mikey is both, so you’re covered.”
The big one in the red mask chuckled.
“Hey!” retorted the one you assumed was
“So, I’m sorry for barging in. I’ll just
“You don’t have to leave.” The one in the
blue mask said. “We uh, understand what it’s like to be alone.”
“So I can hang out here?”
“Yeah, bro!” Mikey said. “Wanna play Mario
“Do you really wanna get beat by a ghost?”
You laughed. The boys smiled as you flew off after Mikey.
“Hey.” You drifted into Donnie’s lab later
“Aah!” He jumped and dropped something made
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to spook you.”
“I-it’s all right. I was actually kind of
hoping you would come in here.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“So I could ask you a few questions.” He
motioned to you. “About…what you are. For science.”
“Sure!” You hovered closer to his desk.
“Okay, so…” he pulled out a notebook and
pushed his glasses up his snout. “When did this happen?”
“Two months ago.”
“How did it happen?”
“I just kind of woke up like this. There
was no body or anything, it wasn’t a car crash…I’m not exactly sure how I ended
up like this.”
“Like, I can’t walk. I’ve tried to ground
myself, but I can’t. All I can do is float. I can touch objects, but it has to
be very deliberate. Anything I interact could fall right through me. Even
holding a book for a few hours took a lot of practice.”
“Mmhmm…” He hummed as his paper scratched
across the paper. “Can you touch living things?”
“It’s kind of hard, but…” You held up your
hand and waited for Donnie to look up and notice what you were doing. He slowly
raised a large green three-fingered hand to meet yours. You focused all of your
being into your fingers and palm, and pressed it against his. He shivered.
“You’re so cold. And tingly.”
“You know that feeling you get when your
foot falls asleep? I think I’m made of that.”
“Casper?” He picked up your reference
“I haven’t seen that movie in a very long
time.” You sighed. “I’m still working on electronics…”
“We have it. I could pop it in for you if
“Only if you watch it with me.”
There was a pause.
“You’ve gotta take a break sometime, right?
I think there’s more to you than meets the eye, Donatello.”
“Call me Donnie.”
“All right, Donnie. What do you say then?”
He smiled and nodded gently.
Weeks later, you had found that when the
brothers weren’t out on patrol, you often found yourself in Donnie’s lab. You
think it helped him to have company while he worked. And whether you were
talking to him or just floating in the corner of the room while reading his
books, he seemed to work better with you there than without.
You also nudged him to take care of himself
while he was busy, reminding him to drink water and take stretch breaks and get
to sleep at a reasonable time. In your short time here, you had helped him
function better than he ever had.
“How’re you doing today, Don?” You floated
in through the closed door and draped your ghostly arms around his shoulders.
He shuddered at the cold.
“G-great. How did you sleep?”
“I don’t.” you reminded him. He nodded.
“Oh right.” A small chuckle. “I keep
“Did finish Huckleberry
Finn though.” You set it on his desk. “Thanks for letting me
borrow it, by the way.”
“No problem.” He pointed to the back
corner, where he kept all of his books. “You can borrow anything you want.”
“Sweet thanks!” You floated back there and
rummaged through the shelf to find another book to read. The lair was so quiet
when the boys were asleep. It was the perfect time to get some reading done. “Ooh,
“So I have a question for you.”
“All right, shoot.” You floated back over
to him, book in hand. He stood up just as you were next to him and came very,
very close to stepping through you.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were right there.”
“You’re fine.” You looked up at him, the
closest you’d ever been to him. And with your half-foot of float, you were only
about half a foot from his face. God, he was tall. There were a few moments of
quiet before he caught his train of thought.
“So, are you sure you’re dead?”
“Well, I mean…I’m a ghost, so I
assumed I kind of must be.”
“I don’t think you are. I really don’t.”
Donnie sat back down and pulled up some diagrams on his computer. “I think you’re
trapped between two dimensions. Around the time of the Kraang invasion was when
this happened, right?”
“I think you got spliced with a blast of
interdimensional energy and it…it trapped you here and there simultaneously.”
“Okay.” You nodded, eyebrows drawing
together as you mulled over the things he was telling you. “So I’m not a ghost,
I’m just…whatever this is?”
“Yes, I think so.” He paused, looking at
you when he told you the next thing. The more important thing. Possibly the
most important thing he would ever tell you in the history of ever. “And I
think I can reverse it.”
“You know he’s in love with you, right?”
asked Mikey as you watched Donnie work from afar.
“What?” you blushed scarlet. “No, I don’t
“Nah, Mike’s right.” Raph nodded in
agreement. “All he ever does is think about you, work on a cure. He ain’t ever
done that before. He’s in love.”
“You can’t be serious. I’m just a ghost. I’m
not even real. Yet. I can’t even touch him…or hold him…”
“Maybe that’s why he’s working so hard.”
Mikey pointed out. You blushed even harder.
“You never know~” Mikey waggled his
eyebrows. You wanted to smack him.
The more you worked with Donnie, the more
you realized his brothers could be right about his feelings for you. You
started to notice little things here and there. Little smiles when he talked to
you, the change in the tone of his voice, little inside jokes that set him off.
And every day, you found yourself falling harder for the tall brainy turtle.
You knew it would be hard to love him, especially considering the fact that you
couldn’t touch him, couldn’t hug him, couldn’t kiss him without causing him to
get a chill. That’s what he got for falling in love with a ghost.
And so you haunted him for weeks that were
quickly turning into months, floating around his lab, making him coffee in the
early hours of the morning, and then pulling the blankets up around him at
night. You took care of him. You looked after him. And he thanked you for it
And then came the breakthrough.
He knew how to fix you. He knew how to
return you to normal. The construction of the machine only took a few days, and
then it was time.
“Okay, so when I turn it on, there’ll be a
jolt and then you’ll be normal again. Hopefully. If not, we’ll go back to the
drawing board and start over.”
“And what if it doesn’t work?” Leo asked.
Mikey and Raph were there too, waiting to see what would happen.
“It’ll work.” You said with certainty. “I
trust you.” Donnie’s heart raced.
“All right. Here goes.” His fingers shook
as he moved the controls and then, finally, one of his thick fingers pressed
You had the worst headache in the world,
you decided. How had you even gotten here? You had had the weirdest dream ever.
Four gigantic mutant turtles were living in a sewer, and…had you been a ghost?
Weird. Very weird.
You sat up in bed and looked around at your
apartment room. There were cobwebs everywhere and…was that snow
outside? Snow? In July? No.
This couldn’t be. You pulled your very dusty phone off of the charger and
looked at the date. December. No. Noooo. That couldn’t be right. It couldn’t
possibly be right. Had you just skipped six months of your
life? Had you gone into a coma? No. You couldn’t have, could you?
And yet, the more you thought about your
strange dream, the less and less it seemed like a dream and the more and more
it began to feel…real. Too
real. You unlocked your phone only to find literally hundreds and hundreds of
texts and emails from friends and family. It was like you had just disappeared.
But you knew there was something in between. Some place underground. A lair.
And four turtle brothers. Leo, Raph, Mikey, and…Donnie.
How could you have forgotten Donnie? Donnie
and his wonderful collection of books. Donnie and his knowledge of all things
nerd. Donnie and the bo staff. Donnie and the gigantic crush you had harbored
Your fingers opened your phone and dialed a
number. A number you had memorized just in case. Just in case you could ever
use a phone again. You dialed it and waited and waited and waited as it rang.
Hoping, praying he would pick up.
“Please please please…”
“H-hello?” a choked up voice that sounded
so different now that you actually had ears.
A loud gasp. “(Y/N)?!”
“You disappeared. I thought…I th-thought
you were gone. Where are you?”
“I woke up at my apartment.” You told him
your address. And then you waited and waited for him to finally knock on your
bedroom window. You didn’t even wait for him to clamber inside, hugging him as
he crouched on the fire escape. “It worked! It really worked! Thank you.”
“D-don’t mention it.” His voice was soft.
Remnants of tears were still trailing down his scaly cheeks. You reached up to
wipe them away.
“Shhhhh….” You shushed him as he started to
cry again, pulling him back into you. “It’s okay. I’m here now. It’s all right.”
“I’m sorry. I just…lost you.”
“Let’s go back to the lair, all right? Get
some pizza to celebrate? I’ve never been this hungry in my entire life.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Donnie smiled and
nodded. He took your hand and helped you out the window. You followed him down
through the sewers to the lair. God, it looked so different in real life. So
big and bright and colorful.
“Honeys, I’m home!” You called into the
solemn lair. The moping turtles sprang up to meet you. Immediately, Mikey swept
you up in a bear hug.
“Dudette, you’re not dead!”
“No, I’m not.” You laughed.
“Glad to have you here. Like, really here.”
“Glad to be here.”
“So Don, now that yer girlfriend’s real,
there better not be too much PDA ‘round here.” Raph smirked.
“G-girlfriend?” Donnie’s voice squeaked. “No,
I don’t…we’re not…”
“Do you want to be?” your voice was quiet.
You didn’t realize how tall he was until now. You couldn’t just float up to his
eye level anymore. You just had to look up at his towering form.
“Well, then. It’s settled. Boyfriend.” You
grabbed the tails of his mask and gently tugged until he was stooping over low
enough to kiss you. His lips were soft and sweet and perfect. When
you pulled apart he rested his forehead against yours.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been
waiting to do that.”
You pecked the corner of his lips, causing
him to blush.
oH MAN so I have to share this… y’know how there’s the general fandom view that Ford’s influence was technically with us the whole time “through the journal,” right?
well, I was ruminating over this today and sort of spouted a bunch of ideas @witete (sorRY ahahah XD) and we bounced some things back and forth and came up with an awful angst AU and I’m vaguely proud of it so okay here we go…
The sum of all of it: Ford’s trapped in the mindscape forever after Bill Cipher basically murders his body, but Bill’s threat still remains and Ford ends up learning to manipulate objects around him (i.e. like the journal) to try and warn people of this. Things do not go well.
- Izuru had constant migraines as a result of his brain alterations. Hinata continues to have them after waking up, and can usually power through them, but they can get pretty bad
- Hinata’s fairly self conscious of his one red eye, and initially tried to hide it by wearing color contacts
- Hinata really struggled with managing his overwhelming knowledge after exiting the Neo World Program, and would have episodes where he would start spouting off random knowledge like a Wikipedia page and he wouldn’t be able to stop
Smagg suggested that I should draw @dabbledraws‘ Sugar, because her traits are scary enough for me, but I decided not to. She’s lame, I have better horrorrific ideas of my own.
I decided to draw Clair though. What’s that shit on the base of her neck? That’s rubber bushing of course, to cover a choppy-chop mechanism from dust, which she clearly requires! Seriously, Dabbs, who taught you the basics of machine construction?
The drawing itself was also a little experiment for me, this time I didn’t use any pencil for sketch but light gray and neon salmon pink fine liners, as I learned from the previous work that my scanner doesn’t see this colour unless I force it out later. Next time I’ll try doing sketch with just the neon colours.
Quietly daydreaming about starting your own company? Before you get too excited, though, you should know what you are up against: About half of small businesses do not make it to their fourth year.
We looked at businesses that soared and failed, and listened to serial entrepreneurs about what they wish they had known when they were starting up. Here are their secrets.
If you are a sole proprietor, find B2B partners — don’t reinvent the wheel.
You may be offering your one-of-a-kind rum-dipped peanut-doodle cookies to market, but that doesn’t mean you need to build your own store and construct your own vending machines to sell them. Better to rely on existing infrastructure and expertise.
Be prepared: It will take longer to launch than you think — and there are no days off.
Contrary to what Tim Ferris is selling, there is no four-hour workweek for budding entrepreneurs.
“No one ever told me that I would be trading my 50-hour workweek for a 100-plus hour workweek when I first started my company,” Roger Bryan, of Enfusen Digital Marketing, told the Muse. “The one piece of advice I would give new entrepreneurs is to plan on investing all of your time and then some if you plan on being successful.”
Protecting yourself from liability — and getting insurance — can’t be an afterthought.
If you are selling food and someone gets sick; if you are giving advice and someone loses money; if you are selling a product and it is defective and hurts someone — you are liable.
Setting up a limited liability corporation separates you (and your personal money and assets) from your company’s money. Someone cannot come after your personal assets when trying to sue the business.
Competition is good and advisers are a must.
Startup activity is growing: Entrepreneurship, as measured by revenue and number of employees, is up in 2016, according to the Kauffman index of startup activity. That follows an upward swing that started in 2015; in 2014 the startup activity index was at its lowest point in the last 20 years. This should motivate — not discourage you.
Marketing isn’t what you think it is.
Let’s say your business is struggling and you have a little extra cash. Should you put it toward marketing or investing in technology? The smart money is on technology — and innovation.
Today marks the 12th Anniversary of a very interesting case of Civil Disobedience in the small Colorado town of Granby.
Back in 2004, local Grand County area man Marvin Heemeyer was absolutely sick of being the victim of zoning laws and his muffler repair business being blocked by a federally funded Concrete batch factory. Like any other good respectable Coloradoan, Mr. Heemeyer decided it was time to take matters into his own hands and began construction a vicious machine. For a year and a half, Heemeyer spent his days modifying his Komatsu D355A bulldozer that he had originally bought to create an alternative path to his shop, but Heemeyer had better plans for it, thus the KILLDOZER was born.
Heemeyer had fabricated a solid steel cage around his Komatsu, in some places being more than a foot thick. To bind this all together, Heemeyer applied a 5,000 psi concrete mix between plates, effectively making homemade composite armor. This made the now venerable KILLDOZER impervious to the trivialities of small arm fire and explosives.
Similar to many armored vehicles now found in the Syrian Civil War, the KILLDOZER was wired with two cameras and monitors mounted on the vehicles dashboard. Furthermore, the video cameras were protected by 3-inch shields of bullet-resistant plastic. Gun ports, air nozzles, fans and air conditioning were also added to the beast. On the morning of June 4th, 2004, Heemeyer lowered the armored hull onto the KILLDOZER, sealing himself away and permanently saddling himself on his death machine. The KILLDOZER erupted from Heemeyer’s shop and set its cross hairs on all that had done him wrong.
The concrete plant, the Town Hall, the office of the local newspaper that editorialized against him, the home of a former judge’s widow, and a hardware store owned by another man Heemeyer named in a lawsuit, all fell victim to mechanized destruction.
No one was safe from the wrath of the KILLDOZER.
Local Police Officers and SWAT teams were deployed to combat the steel beast, but all attempts (including dropping a flashbang into the exhaust pipe) were ineffective in diverting its steely vengeance.
Colorado State Police were running out of options and feared that Heemeyer might turn against the civilians of Granby. Bill Owens, the governor of Colorado at the time, considered authorizing the National Guard to dispose of the KILLDOZER. Owens suggested the use of AH-64 Apache Helicopters or Javelin teams. However, the death of the KILLDOZER would not come at the hands of Apaches or Anti-Tank missiles, but rather the basement of the local Gambles Hardware store.
At the second hour of Heemeyer’s rampage, the KILLDOZER began to destroy Gambles Hardware store, unaware that it contained a basement level. Already leaking fluids and radiator fluid, the KILLDOZER took its third and final strike. As Heemeyer attempted to exit Gambles, the KILLDOZER’s engine failed, then had dropped a tread into the small basement. Seconds later, the mortally wounded KILLDOZER was surrounded by SWAT members. Heemeyer knew his luck had run out.
Heemeyer put a .357 revolver to his head and ended his life, taking 13 mangled houses and $7,000,000 worth of damage with him. His lifeless body wouldn’t be retrieved from KILLDOZER until 2 AM the next morning.
Despite Heemeyer’s two hours of carnage, Heemeyer and KILLDOZER remained the only casualties. KILLDOZER, as many tools of crime end up, was turned into scrap and sent to a multitude of scrapyards. This was to prevent any admirers of Heemeyer from taking souvenirs.
Hey all! I’ve managed to get the prologue of the novel translated for your viewing pleasure! My Japanese proficiency is only intermediate so it might not be entirely accurate but I think I got it down well enough. So, here you go!
Nous ne croyons pas en général que la sexualité ait le rôle d’une infrastructure dans les agencements du désir, ni qu’elle forme une énergie de transformation, ou bien de neutralisation et sublimation. La sexualité ne peut être pensée que comme un flux parmi d’autres, entrant en conjonction avec d’autres flux, émettant des particules qui entrent elles-mêmes sous tel ou tel rapport de vitesse ou de lenteur dans le voisinage de telles autres particules. Aucun agencement ne peut être qualifié d’après un flux exclusif. Quelle triste idée de l’amour, qu’en faire un rapport entre deux personnes, dont il faudrait au besoin vaincre la monotonie en y ajoutant d’autres personnes encore. Et ce n’est pas mieux quand on pense quitter le domaine des personnes en rabattant la sexualité sur la construction de petites machines perverses ou sadiques qui ferment la sexualité sur un théâtre de fantasmes : quelque chose de sale ou de moisi se dégage de tout cela, trop sentimental en vérité, trop narcissique, comme lorsqu’un flux se met à tourner sur soi-même, et à croupir.