okay one last thing today about the taz episode and then i’ll chill:
i’m so, so glad that griffin specifically said he didn’t want taako and lup to have a tragic backstory because they’re gay and trans. like obviously they’ve had a rough time of it but fantasy worlds where our suffering is linked to our identities are frankly overdone and i’m glad that taz, at least, isn’t going that route
Okay last one for today, just me rambling about Blizzard not giving Demon/Oni Hanzo horns and big pointy teeth like Onis usually have in most media, tho I made the vanilla version of only giving him prominent lower fangs, instead of him have both, but thats just me being weak and unable to make it look good orz.
also Werewolf McCree is my jam still, like….. werewolf curse Van Hellsing McCree….come on Blizzard, dont be like that.
“Where is she?!” She hears the faintly hysterical sound of
Cat’s voice long before she sees the woman herself – she’s lost her powers, but
she doesn’t need superhearing to hear her yelling, the sound ringing in the
hallway beyond the door of the room where she’s being held for observation. “Don’t
you dare tell me I can’t see her.” It’s
a snarl, and Kara can imagine all too well the dangerous flash of Cat’s eyes
that will accompany it, the curl of her upper lip. “Where. Is. She.”
She manages to hop off the gurney she’d been told to sit on
to wait for some test results in the makeshift DEO trauma room, wincing as a
bolt of pain flares through her body – she’d gotten her ass kicked this
“I’m in here, Cat,” she calls when she reaches the door, all
but sagging against the frame of it to keep her upright. Even from several
metres away, she sees the flash of panic that Cat is too slow to hide as their
eyes meet , before Cat is charging past DEO agents like they weigh nothing,
throwing her arms around Kara and burying her face in her neck, a tiny sob
escape her mouth that breaks something in Kara’s chest. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m
I found out something so incredible and unreal today? I’m shaking as I type this and I’m going to try to explain it in the best way possible …okay so last month I bought my parents tickets to a twenty one pilots show because they’ve really grown to like the band which makes me happy. Anyways my mom was picking me up today and saying how excited she was for the show and how she went on the facebook page for the radio station the show’s going to be at and one person commented “21 pilots? don’t you think thats deceiving? there’s only two of them” and I said “ugh I hate when people say that, they don’t even know the meaning behind the band’s name” so my mom asked what the meaning was and I told her about the play and how that tied into the meaning…while this was happening my mom’s eyes got huge and she started to cry and I got confused as to why. it didn’t make any sense to me so I asked her if she was okay and then she started to tell me a story…
so my mom’s a nurse and has taken care of many many many patients and she obviously can’t remember all of them. She starts to tell me about how a few years ago she was taking care of an elderly man who suffered from severe panic attacks as a result of PTSD. The man was an airplane mechanic for the military in WWII. My mom would sit with him and hold his hand and talk with him through his panic attacks. She learned a lot about him and his past. The man was an airplane mechanic and in charge of assembling airplane parts. Once, he noticed that the parts he received were faulty and told his boss immediately, expecting to have to stop production, however his boss instructed him to still use the parts and assemble the planes. The man was really distraught because as it turns out, the planes he assembled crashed as a result of the faulty parts which resulted in the death of “over twenty pilots” (he would say this a lot))(my mom had heard this story over and over and over again). A few years later the man could no longer take his panic attacks and PTSD and ended up killing himself. My mom had never forgotten this mad and he was actually her favorite patient. She would sit and help him through his panic attacks, even off the clock. His death had always affected my mom deeply and I distantly remember her being really upset over his death. Obviously this isn’t the protagonist of the story, but this man definitely played a part and it affected him deeply.
At first I thought my mom was joking, this couldn’t be, it was too similar. Too unreal to be true. I didn’t even think that All My Sons was based off a true story, but I looked it up and it was a true story. My mom and I started crying and freaking out because it was such a coincidence. This is my favorite band, and a story they were built upon. They helped me save my life and this story is very close to my heart(i have tattoo that expresses the moral of the band very closely tied with the story of All My Sons). This is so unbelievable and warms my heart. All i know now is that I connect with this band more than I ever thought possible.
12x03 “The Foundry” Exposition - Exposition - Exposition
So what was this all about? I know I briefly rambled about this early this morning when I watched the episode for the first time, but I still am baffled about why you would include such a moment with such exposition when you won’t use it later on in the episode… Granted though, it may be a case of “Chekhov’s Gun” for some point later in the season, but if they don’t come back to this at all, I admit I’ll be disappointed. LOL. Of course I had to think about Jensen’s ending scenario of Supernatural a bit when that scene rolled around. You know, the one he talked about at TorCon (?) a while back with Dean handing the keys of the Impala to a stranger and changing to a motorcycle. I always had a very soft spot for that dream of his and could actually imagine that being a wonderful yet sad ending.
Asde from that I also had to think of Dorothy’s bike in the MoL bunker (this one here of course a wildly different model, but I don’t think SPN has featured many other bikes - at least I can’t remember any).
Who knows maybe when Mary returns she comes driving on a machine like this one. That could be pretty nice. :) Or maybe another character we’ll get to meet this season will have a bike? Maybe Mr. Ketch drives one (unlikely with the amount of baggage he carried)? In any case this moment seemed to somehow be more than what it looked.
(((I think our last RP got eaten, but that's okay. We'll just start a new one))) Today was December 12th, that meant it was Carina's 10th birthday. Cassie looked at the charm bracelet she'd bought her daughter as she sat in the office with her husband. "It's an important day today, you know why?" She asked him with a small smile, proving she was teasing him.
“Yes it’s Carina 10th birthday,” he said to her with a smile as he tried to finished up his work.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post this one. I have been so busy with appointments and work. I didn’t even proof read so I apologize for any errors. Thank you for your patience. ❤
By the time our parents had made it through the door Dylan and I looked as if we were just laying around on our phones in the living room.
“Hey honey! What have you guys been up to?” My mom asked as she sat down bags of equipment on the floor.
“Ah nothing much really just relaxing mostly before we have to go back to school.” My reply sounded as though I was bored out of my mind. Although it had been quite the opposite moments before they stepped in.
“Oh well I don’t blame you. You just have tomorrow and then back at it Monday. ” Patrick said while stumbling through the door.
“Any particular reason why your face is so red Y/n?” Patrick had been the first to notice my crimson cheeks.
“And why your hair is wet?” My mom joined in.
“Okay okay we’ve been swimming today with my friends. I forgot that I invited Tyler. Thomas and Max over for one last swim and just so happened you were both gone. We didn’t party or anything. Just swam a bit and Y/n was hit with some major sunburn.” My eyes widened at how well Dylan handled this. Clearly I was about to fumble over my words.
“Oh. Well thats okay son. You didn’t trash the place and I trust those three they are good boys. Its no big deal. Just call and ask next time if company can come over?” Patrick was totally cool. My mom just nodded and agreed with him. Whew crisis avoided.
Later that night there was a knock on my door. I yelled out for them to come on in and turned to see Dylan walking into my room.
“Hey sorry about earlier I totally choked. Thanks for saving my ass.” My words were more of a whisper.
“No problem. I could tell by the look on your face that you were going to freak out. ” we both laughed and Dylan stepped closer. His eyes were instantly staring at my lips then they traveled further down. He seemed to have noticed I didn’t have on a bra. Just his oversized baseball tee. I felt his hands sneak under the fabric and grope my bare breasts. I could only hum in response.
“I wish they would leave again. ” He whispered into my ear. Lips lingering only for a second.
“Me too Dyl. Where are they right now?” I asked while my eyes darted behind him.
“Shhh calm down they’re outside on the deck talking. I just had to see you before bed. ” Dylan spoke lowly. His vocal chords sounded rough. I had to admit I really loved the sound of his voice.
“Good.” Was all I replied before jumping then wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried us over to the bed and sat on the edge. My legs instinctively held to his frame as I grinded my hips down. His length was already hard and eager. One hand stayed on my breast tweaking my nipples lightly which cause my panties to dampen. He knew how to set me off. The other hand slid into my shorts, his fingers instantly went to work on my clit. Slowly rubbing circles. I bit down on his neck while kissing to relieve some tension. But I quickly pulled away. I did not want to mark him, that would be too noticeable. Then reality set back in.
“Dylan as much as I want to fuck you right now we can’t. It’s too risky?!” I pleaded. But his fingers kept playing with my clit. I pulled his face up to mine. He looked like a sad little puppy. Those brown eyes were shining and he now had a small frown.
“I’m sorry but you know they could be up here any minute. I love this and want it trust me! But we have to be safe. ” I said now returning the frown.
“I know. I just love being with you Y/n. You drive me crazy in so many ways. Not just physically. We really need to get away sometime. ” he smiled and I nodded in agreement. That sounded like a fantastic idea.
“We’ll figure something out soon. Okay? Good night Dylan. ” I said with a peck on his forehead. He stood up and sat me down on the bed. He kissed me quickly on the cheek.
“Night Y/n. Sweet dreams.” With that being said followed by quick wink and left my room and shut the door behind him. I let my body fall back onto the bed and sighed loudly. Why was this so hard? I hated the sneaking but in a way the thrill of it all was pretty exciting. I only had one more day before school started back. Dylan had already mentioned earlier he had to go help Tyler with something at his house so I was left to my own vices. Climbing into bed and turning off the lamp I decided to just lay out by the pool for most of the day then pick out an outfit. I had to make a good first impression. I really needed some friends.
The sun was now blazing through my curtains. Rolling over I noticed the clock said 9 am. I can’t believe I slept this late. Quickly I shot out of the bed, gathered my clothes and headed towards the the bathroom that Dylan and I shared for a quick shower. I noticed he left his laundry scattered all over the floor so I picked them up and threw them in the hamper. Typical guy. Then I noticed a piece of paper that had fallen out of his pocket. They were his baseball pants so this was from the other day. My curiosity of course got the best of me. I scanned over the paper and seen it had a phone number written on it. That was it though. I just shook the thought and went on with my shower. I threw my bikini on and grabbed a towel.
“Morning Y/n did you sleep okay last night?” Patrick asked from his seat at the counter. I looked around noticing we were the only ones home.
“Yeah a little too good. I didn’t even move until 9 this morning.” I laughed and grabbed a bottle of water to take with me.
“Well Dyl is gone for a few hours and your mom went to get her hair done. So its just me and you. What do you have planned?” He asked while sitting the paper down he was reading.
“Well I was going to try and get some sun and relax. Then get my stuff together for school so I won’t have to rush in the morning. You?” I responded sweetly.
“I’m not supposed to leave you home alone but I need to run to town and grab some things for my new camera. Then I was going to work on it today. But I can’t leave you here. Your mom is a bit overprotective. ” he hinted at something. I caught his drift.
“I’ll ride with you if you want? I have nothing better to do! Just let me throw some shorts and a shirt on.” He smiled at my offer and I went to get dressed. Patrick and I loaded into the vehicle and drove down the neighborhood. I kept my gaze out the window taking in all the scenery trying to familiarize myself with the new place. Suddenly a person caught my eye. It was Dylan and standing in front of him was a girl. Then his friend Tyler steps out from the garage. Patricks phone starts ringing so he doesn’t even noticed what has my attention. I can’t help but stare as the girl is obviously flirting with Dylan. He doesn’t seem to be flirting back just being kind and smiling but still jealous sparks through me like a wildfire. I can feel my cheeks sparking up in color. They are fading further away as Patrick drives on. Was that her phone number I found earlier? Wow she was pretty. I had a million questions running through my brain at once. Patrick was still talking away about work to someone on his phone. Finally we made to the electronics store and I decided to sit out in the car. Pat assured me he wouldn’t be long. My phone vibrated from in my pocket and I looked to see what it was. Dylan had sent me a text all it read was call me right now please. I jumped and thought maybe something was wrong so I quickly called him and it only rang twice. He picked up and said.
“Hey baby girl. What are you up to?” His tone was so chipper and sweet. But something else was up so I just played along.
“Oh nothing much babe. Just missing you. Are you having fun with Tyler?” I asked with a fake innocent tone. Dylan laughed lightly.
“Oh well don’t work to hard, and yeah I am almost done helping him work on his dirt bike. I’ll stop by and see you soon. I moss you.” That last part sounded so real and sincere.
“That sounds great, I miss you too. See you soon.”
He replied with “Bye babe” then hung up. That was the weirdest thing. Why did he do that? I was beyond confused. Patrick came walking out of the store and put his bags in the back.
“I wasn’t too long was I?” He questioned. I giggled and assured him it wasn’t long at all. The drive back home was surprisingly quick. Walking through the door I stripped my top layer of clothes off and went to the deck to work on my tan that I desperately needed. Laying there with my eyes closed and the sound of the water from the pool fountain made me drift into a light sleep. I hadn’t noticed the sound of the gate opening up and something approaching me. I screamed when I felt a pair of hands on me. I opened my eyes to Dylan grinning from ear to ear.
“You scared the living shit out of me! Don’t do that ever again!” He was now in a fit of laughter.
“Sorry but you looked so beautiful just basking in the sun. I wanted to see you all worked up.” He said quietly while wagging his eyebrows.
“Well I’m all worked up now asshole.” I said right before tackling him into the pool. He screamed then began tickling me.
“Y/n you are so lucky I left my phone in the car. ” he was still holding me by my sides.
“Well you owe me an explanation from earlier mister!” He nodded and remembered the little phone call we had a few hours ago.
“Okay so there was this chick. She’s Tyler’s neighbor and well she has been trying to go out with me for weeks but won’t get the hint that I’m not interested. So I kinda had to act as my girlfriend so she would leave me alone. It was a dick move I know. I’m sorry.” He confessed with a sweet frown.
“Well since you look so cute with your wet hair and little frown I guess I can let it slide." He splashed him just for spite.
"You think I look cute like this?” Dylan asked with a cheeky grin.
“Very cute.” I simply replied.
“I wish you were my actual girlfriend. I would show you off and make all the guys and not to mention girls jealous. You really are amazing Y/n. I didn’t say it on the phone earlier because I didn’t want to scare you but I love you. ” I had to let those words process for a second. I couldn’t believe what he just said
“I love you too Dylan. So so much. ” He grabbed my hand under the water and gave it a tight squeeze. What on earth we were going to do now?
Requested:No ( This idea just appeared in my mind)
Summary :He brings you with him on tour,but things don’t go as planned and you end up hurt.
I haven’t written anything in a while here on Tumblr,but this is a short story that i thought of.If you guys like it,i may post a part 2 for it,so leave your opinion in my ask box ( here )
It had been a few months since you boyfriend,Michael Clifford,had asked you to come with them on tour.At first you were hesitant to agree,but he gave you those puppy eyes and you just gave in.He said it would be the best time of both of your lifes.He said that he will love spending every day with you and sharing all these memories.He said that that there is nothing more that he would want more than just be with you,
But i guess everything changes..
You were sitting backstage,waiting for the boys to finish another one of their shows.Scrolling through you twitter timeline,you replied to some of their fan questions when you saw one tweet that made all color drain from your face.
Last night Michael and the boys went out,like they always do.You didn’t like clubs,it just wasn’t your thing,but you also didn’t have anything against Michael going without you.You trusted him and thought that he wouldn’t do anything more than just party with the guys and have a few drinks.This picture proved you wrong.
There he was,looking amazing like always,his eyes were glassy and he had a drink in his hands.There was a huge smile plasstered on his face as he was looking at a beautiful blonde,who was sitting on his lap with his hand around her waist.They looked like they were having the time of their lifes,you thought that it was supposed to be you,who shared laughs with Michael,then again..he has been so distant for almost a month now.Everything you said pissed him off,it was like you annoyed him all the time like you were some kind of gum stuck to his shoe and he wanted nothing else than just get rid of you.You tried your best to be nice to him,help in any possible way,but he ended up saying that you’re bothering him and he can’t focus.So you just gave up,you both barely talked and most of the nights you ended up sleeping alone,since he was out all night partying.The boys didn’t know what was up with him either,he didn’t talk to them about you always just changing the subject.
And now there you were,on the edge of breaking down,tears streaming down your cheeks.The show must have ended and you could hear the four boys through the hallways.You couldn’t let them see you like this with your eyes cried out and puffy cheeks so you grabbed your bag and headed to the door,but it was too late.Right when you pulled out your hand to grab the doorknob it swung open with Ashton standing in front of you alongside with the three other boys behind him.The three of them had their mouths open and eyes looking at you in confusion,the only one who seamed like he didn’t care was Michael,he just pushed past all of you and sat on the dressing room couch grabbing his phone and not paying any attention to you.
Suddenly you felt a hand around your wrist and you had been pulled out of the dressing room,you turned around to see Ashtons hand around yours,Luke and Calum still looking at you worried.Ashton shut the door behind the four of you leaving Michael alone in there.
‘’Are you okay?’’ Calum quietly spoke up.
‘’Yeah..uh..I-i’m tottaly fine.’’ But you weren’t and the tears came back proving it.
‘’Well,obviously you’re not okay.So stop lying and tell us what’s wrong?’’ Ashton asked a little bit harsher than intended,but gave you a soft smile as an apology.
‘’It’s nothing,I’m not feeling good today,thats all.’’ You tried to brush it off. ‘’I think I’m going back to the bus to get some sleep.’’
‘’You do that,get some rest.We will be there soon as well,i don’t feel like doing anything today.’’ Calum smiled at you,but still not believing anything you’re saying.
‘’Okay,see you later then.’’ You started walking away from them,giving one last glance over your shoulder right when Michael opened the dressing room door and you could barely hear him say -
‘’Is she finally gone?’’
And with that,you knew there was no way you would be going to the bus.
Really? Why Cant Angry Turtles Get Some Love Too? Chill.
Okay, so you guys know about that instagram pic that i posted last night right?
Well if you look at the comments everyone was excited, except for this one person who claimed she was just a fan and denied the fact that wasnt a fangirl, when clearly she isnt, instead shes one of those fangirls. Her username and picture says it all.
But due to me being a private person and having respect for that kinda stuff i will black it out.
Sorry guys, Im just particular about that kinda stuff. But here is her first comment.:
Okay, I know Ciro already replied to her, which i will show in a moment, but after I break this comment down, and yes, i will do so because I literally am kinda upset about this.
“You guys shouldnt have brought that THING back”
Alright, its fine if you dont like Mona, but really? You have to be that immature about her coming? that THING? Maybe im being sensitive about this, but Mona wasnt even fully developed back in the 80s series, and she hasnt even freakin appeared in this series, this is just like Renet all over again I swear.
“This show needs action, not romance”
Besides a small bit of romance in season 1 and 2 this show hasnt really been all that “Romantic” actually its been written really well. As Ive said many times before the boys will have their crushes, and yeah they threw a slim bit of romance your way, but thats it. In season 3 after a foot to big there has hardly been Apriltello moments, hell theres hardly been Capril moments. And no them hugging is not romantic, its just friends being friendly with each other. Same with Donnie and April, they are being friends. Friends hug, and even hold hands, that doesnt mean its automatically romantic, it just shows they care. Guess what? It will probably be the same way with Mona and Raph too but wayyyyyy different. Haha.
How is she gross? Also your opinion is really invalid if you HAVENT EVEN SEEN HER IN THIS DANG SERIES!!!! EVEN IN THE 80S SERIES HOW CAN YOU FORM THAT OPINION WHEN SHES BEEN IN ONLY ONE EPISODE! *sighs* okay, sorry, just lets move on hm? ^^’
“Raph’s better off alone”
Im gonna just call you one of those Raph fangirls right now, no matter what you say. Raph can be better off alone sure but that doesnt mean he cant have a crush here and there. Why? CAUSE HE’S A TEENAGE BOY DAMMIT! Sorry, im trying to be calm, i promise…
“No, Im not a fangirl who wants Raph for herself.”
Really? Cause you sound like one of those fangirls. And trust me I know crazed fangirls. Your giving all the signs besides your username and profile picture.
Signs of being an obsessive crazed Raph fangirl
Saying he’s better off alone
Denying your not a fangirl
Insulting Raphael’s supposed love interest Mona
Insulting a great character that hasnt even appeared because she is the crush of Raph
Did i forget anything? Im not sure, if you wish yall can add more signs.And Im not buying the whole
“Im just a fan of the show”
because if that was the case you wouldnt be this upset about Mona coming, or about how Raph has a darn crush, or you wouldnt be acting like its the end of the world. Just saying, Ive seen this aggressive behavior before, with Donnie fans, Leo fans, heck even Mikey fans! Also the fangirls who deny that they are fangirls act exactly like this.
((Not saying all of you fangirls do this)) *shakes head*
“You’ll loose some viewers because of her.”
Considering that most of the fandom is made up of adults or older kids that are in their late teens and have been fans since the 80s or 90s im sure its okay if they loose some fans, why? Because they have a ton more. you know that saying, you loose some, you gain more. Sure they may loose some, but im very sure they will gain more, especially when Mona is being voiced by ZELDA WILLIAMS! ROBIN WILLIAMS DAUGHTER!
Unlike me Ciro kept his cool and told her what was up
he kept it short and simple, to the point, its his show after all.
Here is where Brandoncomes in, with his comment, and guys just so you know these two WERE NOT serious, they were trolling this girl.
This was her reply
oh man thats a lot to break down. Lets get started!
“What the heck? Babies? -…- Im out”
Alright first off, they were trolling you, secondly who cares if your out, seriously obsessed fangirl.
And to those who actually took Brandon and Ciro’s instagram comments seriously……
And for those who are still taking their comments seriously and wont shut up about it:
Really guys? Do I really need to go on a rant about this? Right now Raph is my spirit dude >…>
“Dont do that guys seriously xD”
Okay, im about to defend these creators beacuse im getting really tired about how everyone is up their butts 24/7 telling them how to do their show.
Its not YOUR show
Its not your place to tell them what to do
I dont care if your using that “xD” face, i will say this, chill the shell out, they really can do whatever they want with this show. CIRO CAN DO WHATEVER HE WANTS WITH THIS SHOW.
WHY YOU ASK?
BECAUSE ITS HIS SHOW! HE CREATED IT, HE CAN MAKE IT INTO WHATEVER HE WANTS. THIS IS WHY HE DOESNT PUT FEMALES INTO THIS SHOW FOR A DAMN REASON BECAUSE ITS PEOPLE LIKE YOU WHO—-
“we’re here to see ninjas and fights not babies or romance.”
Okay, stop talking for the whole fandom. Its YOU who dont want to see babies or romance, I am here to see turtles, no matter what, romance, babies, whatever, as long as turtles are in it, im in, and this is speaking for me, others may not want you to speak for them, I know others do not want ME to SPEAK FOR THEM. why? Becacuse not everyone has the same views as you do you little —-
*bites tongue again*
Oh man i need to move on...*sighs*
“This made the show weird.”
Guys do you feel weird watching this show, a show that has hardly romance at all and when it does its very little? *asks in sarcasm tone*
Like really the romance on this show is so little that you actually gotta pay attention to actually see it, and even then it looks like they’re just being friendly to each other. In my eyes anyways…*shakes head*
“Im not a fangirl”
Your a fangirl, no matter what you say, people who say that kinda thing are either in denial or just to blind to see it.
Actually scratch that, you are not a fangirl.
Theres differences between fangirls and over the top obsessive annoying fangirls who literally do nothing but overreact over every little thing that has to do with their favorite turtle.
you are the second.
“I’ve watched previous versions of the show. They didnt have romance and stuff.”
You want some s**t with that bull?
TMNT VERSIONS OF ROMANCE:
Comics- April and Casey, they even had a child, also the turtles had girlfriends if im not mistaken. tmnt 80′s- This one hardly had any but i remember seeing a few moments here and there, correct me if im wrong about that tmnt 90 movie 1- Casey and April, tmnt 2003- Casey and April, they got married in season 7 during the last episode. also it was implied that Raph had a slight crush on a friend named Jill or Jen ((Im pretty sure her name was Jill)) tmnt 2007- Casey and April, they were getting married, or was close to an engagement. tmnt 2012- Leo and Karai, April and Donnie, Casey and April ((maybe)) tmnt 2014- April and Vernen ((IDK if i spelled his name right)) or April and Raph
I swear people like you forget that the other versions had a shit ton of romance ((excuse my language)) But when the nick series do it, its a like sin and you guys act like its a new thing that hasnt been done before.
Look the nick series actually goes by what actual teenagers do while in love or crushing on someone, they make it realistic as possible, is it annoying? Duh, but thats teens and life for you. Fans like you dont seem to get that in your heads, and seem to forget that in this version they are more immature, more teen like, also they relate more with todays generations of kids, maybe not to you, and thats okay, but remember the previous versions you CLAIMED to have watched before trying to make a point.
“It was tmnt, thats what tmnt is for, ninjutsu”
So apparently tmnt is for ninjutsu, my dear, ninjutsu has a part to play in tmnt, but what is tmnt is the love for family and friends, the honor for your clan, the determination to protect the innocent no matter what, oh and pizza, mainly from what I get, TMNT is a family oriented show, which does include romance, but mainly its about the bond between four brothers thats so strong that nothing or noone can tare them apart. A bond between father and sons/ Sensei and students, And a bond between friends that are considered family.
If you just get ninjutsu from TMNT and nothing else, then you really havent gone in depth with this franchise, or grasped the concept of this show. It teaches about honor, respect, and how family is the most important thing in our lives along with friendships that last a lifetime.
THAT IS WHAT WE WANNA SEE…and Im sure the fandom will allow me to speak for them when i say that.
WE WANT TO SEE THAT. and guess what, most of us see it all the time when we watch any incarnation over and over again.
Its just YOU who only wants to see action, fighting, and ninjas. Dont get me wrong i like that stuff to, but if it was JUST that and nothing else, I’d probably wouldnt be in this fandom, nor like the franchise.
This show, franchise has balance, a best of all genres, Drama, Action, Adeventure, Fantasty, Romance, Family, and even Horror.
And thats what we like, different things that comes into one franchise, and honestly if I have to put up with teen drama BS thats fine. ((Not speaking for all of the fandom)) I will do it as many times, why? Because I love this show and franchise to death, nothing will ever stop me from watching.
And hey maybe some of the fandom feels the way I do, I dunno, but just know that we do not want you to speak for us, and we will defend the Creator of the nick series at any cost….
Okay well I will. ^^ cause I cant really speak for the fandom on that last part. haha.
THATS WHAT IM JUST SAYING.
((Sorry i had to, it was a perfect opportunity.))
Okay, i’ve done my damage here, long post this time, sorry for that.
I also wish to apologize if i sound rude, mean, disrespecful or hateful, this was not my intent, i do not mean to, just when someone does something like this i tend to get defensive over Ciro.
This show is his baby that he created, and honestly he and the crew shouldnt get this much s**t for this kinda thing. And we should know them by know that they werent serious, but Im sorry if i offended you, or my words hurt your feelings.
Just tired of a great show, and its cast/crew members as well as the creator getting so much hate just because some people cant accept the fact that things will happen differently, So calm down and just have faith in them. Its better when you have fun and just let things go with the flow instead of taking it so seriously that you just stop all together. In my opinion that is…
i think people tend to underestimate having online friends sometimes like, i don’t think people who experience what we do will understand how it’ll be. for us whenever we tell other people like ‘yeah we met them through tumblr’ or ‘they’re my tumblr friends’, i always get the feeling that it’ll be frowned upon and it’s sad to say that it’s true.
but what they don’t get is the fact that these are actual people with different lives living in different countries and it fascinates me??? even more when there are people on this site who are willing to be my friend, send me voice messages, send me good morning and good night wishes that not even the people around me within reach will bother doing. and when a mutual turns into something more than a ‘tumblr friend’ where i proudly say ‘that’s my friend’, oh hell no, my heart just-
i don’t think i have expressed how grateful i am to be talking to a lot of people on this site. i don’t deem myself as ‘popular’ or any of that bullshit but to anyone who has sent me a message or even an ask or even fangirled or fanboyed with a split second with me, i am thankful to have that with you.
who else has the chance to say i’ve just finished ranting out to a girl in texas or i have just screamed my lungs through snapchat to a person all the way in california or i finished my three session skype call with someone in singapore or i just had the most motivating thing ever said to me from someone in chile or i have been inspired and been loved by almost people from all over the world and it just constantly blows my mind of how real this all is.
that behind a mere username or a tumblr url, there is someone behind there, who is trying to get by like me. or having it harder than me. or having their semester break and is enjoying life before hell consumes over bc yes college and assignments, the root of all evil. or some are even married but still share the same interests as we do.
and yeah, i know. meeting the wrong people here can be another thing too. like some claiming to be someone they’re not or even online predators but if you find the right people with the right precautions and you find the mix of people who take the time to talk to you, talk to me, someone they’ve never met physically but feels like we have this connection despite just being on the internet?
i’m grateful. so, so grateful. i’ve experienced so much, learnt so much, talked to so many different people and have bonded with so many of you that it blows my mind. i get to learn about how is it like in another country, another state. i have the privilege to talk to people of different ethnicities, cultures, learn a bit more in depth rather than what we see on the surface of the internet. i get to experience real friendship that i can’t explain with words and for that, i’m thankful.
thank you, for anyone, who took the time to talk to me. even if it was just one message or extreme keyboard smashing in the tags when you reblog something from me or an ask every now and then or the first and last time you’ve sent me an ask, i’m thankful.
and i’m happy.
so go and make someone smile today. :-) because one message, can do that much.
oh my god feel free to not do this one but “fight me, you attractive stranger.” XD that's probably the first time they meet in the uni au one of them walks away from an argument before they even know each others' names thinking that I can't sorry I'm all manic giggles tonight
Okay I’m tired and a little loopy, but fuck dammit Saner, you keep sending me the best ideas
Obi-Wan is drunk. Obi-Wan is /very/ drunk, because today was the last day of classes, so he doesn’t have to be up at too-fucking-early-o-clock in the morning to teach.
And so, he is drunk. And so is Bail, and Satine, and Satine is giggling on his shoulder, while Bail regales them with some story that Obi-Wan has long since lost the plot of, sweeping one hand grandly in the air. It’s probably more stupid things that happened on campus.
“I need to pee,” Obi-Wan announces, pushing himself up off his bar stool, Satine shifting easily to lean against Bail. He’s gone only three steps when he hits a wall, which is odd, because Obi-Wan can see the wall, and it’s still a fair distance off, and really, he’s pretty sure his depth perception is not quite that bad just yet. Also, the wall is remarkable soft and warm for a wall, and also breathing. Obi-Wan may be a Literature professor, but he’s pretty sure walls don’t breath.
Confused, he looks up. And up. And the up a little more.
The wall is, in fact, a man. A very gorgeous man, with a crooked nose and long chestnut hair pulled up in a bun which, ugh, and stormy eyes, and okay, Obi-Wan is too drunk and too gay to be dealing with someone so beautiful. What the fuck.
They stare at one another for a few long moments. Obi-Wan might be gaping. He’s not sure. Confusion fades to suppressed mirth in the man’s eyes.
“Hello,” the man says, and oh, his voice. It’s like liquid warmth sliding straight into Obi-Wan, and he wants to close his eyes and reveal in it.
“Uh,” he says.
The man laughs, rich and full. Obi-Wan narrows his eyes, suddenly irritated.
“Fight me, you attractive stranger!” he snaps, and then spins on his heel, stalking off to the bathroom.