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scholastic-dragon · 11 months
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I'm almost a month late to this but it doesn't matter cause I'm here now!! The All 4- 1 challenge - April Edition, and no not O'Neil I mean the month!
This is basically the scene from How I met your mother but with the turtles, but it's hilarious so I'm writing it anyway.
Leo x Fem!reader
Sharing isn't always Caring
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You weren't sure what you walked in on.
On any given day it was a toss up: either the boys would be happily getting along, or at each other's throats.
Today, when you walked into the lair, arms full with bags of sandwiches for lunch, you heard very harsh voices.
"Hey! Lunch is here!" You called, kicking off your shoes and putting on your slippers.
Mikey and Donnie slinked out of Raphs room, awkward looks on their faces.
"Sssshhh!" Mikey whisper yelled at you. Both of them silently moving toward you.
"What happened? Did another fight break out?" You whisper, handing the bag to Mikey, looking up at Donnie.
"Not exactly, Raph stayed home last night from patrol cause he wasn't feeling well, but apparently-"
"Apparently, his girlfriend stayed the night! In his room!" Mikey cut in, digging through the bag for his sandwich. Donnie smacked him upside the head.
You gasped softly. If there was one rule Master Splinter had set over the last year, UT was there were absolutely no sleepovers in the same room with girlfriends. (He deemed he was too young to be a grandfather.)
You had spent the night several times but you or leo were forced to sleep in the living room.
"So, Leo flipped out?" You filled in, chewing on your lip.
Donnie and Mikey both made faces. Donnie sucking in his lips and Mikey mimicking a boom explosion.
"Leo and dad flipped out. Leo's in there right now ripping him a new asshole, in fact, its probably good you're here, maybe get him to stop yelling," Donnie sighed, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, I'll go get him," weaving past them, you approach Raphs door. You could clearly hear Leo's angry-lecturing voice through the thick door.
Pushing the door open, you see Raph sitting on the end of this bed, looking at the floor with Leo pacing in front of him.
"It's just reckless! Not to mention, you bailed on the team! You can't do that, Raph!" Leo yelled.
"Hey," You say, knocking on the doorframe. "Lunch is here," your voice is soft, diffusing the argument and easing the tension.
Leo sighed. "Right, let's take a breather, have some food, then we'll talk later," He walked out of the room, sighing heavily once he crossed the threshold.
Raph looked up at you, nodding and smiling. A silent "Thank you" that you were used to.
Smiling and nodding, you turn around and head to the kitchen. The other three are sat at the dining table, devouring their sandwiches.
Leo smiled as you sat down, sliding a palte toward you.
Raph emerged a few minutes later, sitting down next to Mikey and eating.
Because you interrupted their argument, the air was a bit tense, but after asking Mikey what he thought of his newest video game, the tension lifted.
Donnie and Mikey spoke too fast to comprehend anything, but you laughed and nodded along anyway. Leo joined the conversation, having seen Mikey playing a few times in the living room.
Then Raph added his two cents, and suddenly all four brothers were laughing and bantering with each other like nothing had happened.
Once all the food was gone, Donnie and Mikey sprinted to the living room to play their new game, while Raph had dish duty.
You stopped just outside the doorway, wanting to give them space but also monitor just in case.
Leo walked up to the sink, handing Raph the dish. "I'm sorry I yelled, I didn't sleep well last night and just felt on edge."
Raph seemed shocked by the quick apology, but shook his head, taking the dish. "Yeah, I shouldn't have lied, but we hadn't seen each other for over a week and she had a real shit day,"
"It was either be a good brother or a good boyfriend," Leo filled in with a smile, crossing his arms and leaning up against the counter.
Raph gave a dry chuckle. "You got that right,"
"Yeah, I'm familiar with that,"
"Oh yeah, sure ya are," Raph sassed, putting soap on the dishcloth and scrubing away at some pots. "Mr. Honor Boy himself struggling to be a good boyfriend,"
"It's true! We had a fight just this past week!"
"Oh yeah? What about?"
Leo fought hard to stop from laughing, as did you. "I have a drawer at her apartment and she didn't like that I kept some ninja stars and throwing knives in there,"
Raph chuckled, rising off a pan and putting it on the drying rack. "How'd that end?"
"Well, we started to laugh because she realized that I kept weapons at her apartment but not my toothbrush,"
They both chuckled, then Raph squared his shoulders, looking over at his brother. "Yeah, you do,"
"Hmm?" Leo mumbled.
"You keep your toothbrush there," raph insisted.
"No, I don't, I keep it in the hall bath,"
Raph put the cloth down, turning to face his brother. "No, I keep my toothbrush in the hall bath,"
"Oh no," You mumble, putting your hand over your mouth to stop from laughing.
Mikey and Donnie approached the doorway, wanting to get some sodas for the game, stopping just behind you.
"What's going on?" Mikey asked, smiling at your redding face.
"Just listen," You choked out.
"Raph, what are you talking about?" Leo's eyes narrowed.
"You don't keep your toothbrush in the hall bath, Leo, I do,"
Leo's face fell. "What color is it?"
"Gray and green," they both went pale, shaking their heads.
"Oh my god," Mikey bit his fist to keep from laughing.
"Have we-" Leo looked ready to gag. "Have we been sharing a toothbrush?!"
Mikey and Donnie lost it, laughing uproariously, Donnie bent in half with tears in his eyes.
"Oh this is great!" Mikey yelled, clapping his hands. "I don't think this can get better,"
"Wait," You gasp, Leo and Raph glance at you. "I sometimes use that toothbrush,"
"Oh, God, so goes my girl!"
Mikey made a disgusted noise. "Ew! That means you guys have indirectly made out with each others girls!"
"I can't...can't deal with this today," Leo put his hands up, walking swiftly out of the room, slamming his bedroom door behind him.
From then on, Leo kept a blue toothbrush with a large "L" drawn on the side in your apartment.
tags: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @happymoonangel @sketchy-loo6195 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @leosgirl82 @dilucsflame33 @eveandtheturtles @pheradream-15 @sewerninno
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littlegoldfinchh · 4 months
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lord the peasants are so loud today
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canisbeanz · 6 months
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Silly doodle bc it was the first thing I thought of when I saw Pomni.
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catmask · 6 months
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when u go to write a mentally ill person in ur story you are presented two options. the first option is to write your mental illness realistically as you actually experience it with all the ups and downs and people who are like you will resonate with it and feel seen. except every person who reads instagram infographics on mental health that uses the phrase narcicisst for anyone who does anything that crosses them and unironically call themself a dark empath will call you scary and tell you that youre demonizing mentally ill people
the second option is to lie and write inspiration porn for those people to get hard to
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ciearcab · 3 days
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gouache falin
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bisclavaret · 10 months
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a day late to my 6 years on t anniversary ✨🏳️‍⚧️ a short comic about looking back
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inkskinned · 7 months
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what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?
i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?
a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?
in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.
girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.
there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.
for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.
something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.
is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.
most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."
a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.
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bernard-the-rabbit · 3 months
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Oh alice..you would have loved Tim pls don't end up like him <3
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iknowitwontwork · 7 months
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flufflyskrill · 4 months
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the twitter art meme 🛸🐉
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soumic · 7 months
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She's hiding in ur wifi
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scholastic-dragon · 1 year
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Guess who's back again for the All 4 1 Prompt Challenge, *pulls down shades* this bitch 😎
Raph x Fem!reader
Game of Chicken
Warnings: pocky, feelings, sneaky and flustered Raph, spelling mistakes,
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You almost felt bad for laughing.
Almost.
It was just too good to not tease him.
It was early February and apparently Raph had finally decided to ask his crush out....but he chickened out at the last second.
Mikey was talking about it in the kitchen -to who he thought was Leo's girlfriend- but was actually you.
Since then you'd made almost every joke under the sun about him needing to "grow a pair" and just get the guts to ask this girl out.
Of course, you weren't being serious and all the comments didn't really mean anything, and you would apologize later. But later was later, now was a different story.
"Never thought I'd live to see the day when Mr. Big Man himself would back down from something," You laughed from your spot on the couch. Raph was coming out of the kitchen with a water bottle.
You and Mikey had been watching some new Netflix show, chatting, and snacking.
"It....just wasn't right!" He retorted, taking a long drink of the water. He sent a menacing glare to Mikey who was also on the couch.
"I wonder what other things you've backed down from and just haven't told us," He rolls his eyes at your comment, going to the weight room.
"Hey, Y/n, maybe cut it out with some of the teasing, he's already beating himself up over it," Mikey nudged your arm, throwing a sympathetic look over your shoulder.
You scoffed. "Are you kidding me? This is great! I'll only do a little more then I'll stop," You pat his large arm, then an idea hit you. "Wait, I've got it!"
You hop up off the couch, much to Mikey's protests and dig through the pantry. Getting your snack you go into the weight room.
Raph's sitting on a leather bench, doing arm curls with a ridiculously huge dumbell. He glanced up at you, sighing heavily and looking to the floor.
"You wanna talk about it, big guy?" You open the box of pocky, eating a stick and leaning up against the doorway.
"No." He simply grunts out, still not meeting your eyes.
"Might make you feel better," He says nothing. "Come on, were they really that bad?"
"It had nothing to do with 'em, it was me," He grunts out, wanting to say the bare minimum so you'd leave.
"Do you at least have a good excuse as to why you chickened out?"
His head whips up, voice louder than he wanted. "I ain't no chicken!"
"Wanna prove it?"
Normally when you challenge Raph to something, you see his face harden before he stands up and matches your cocky energy.
But his face was soft, eyes wide, unmoving: it seemed like he stopped breathing.
You pulled out a fresh chocolate pocky stick, walking in front of him. "Ever played pocky?"
He swallowed hard, simply shaking his head.
"It's simple," You straddle the bench, facing his side with your feet on either side of the bench.
He sets the weight down on the ground and swings his leg over, mimicking you, still not meeting your eyes.
"We each put an end of the pocky stick in our mouths, and we ate the stick until we get to the middle." You smirk meeting his eyes. "First person to pull away loses. You in?"
He nodded again, elbows on his knees, leaning forward.
You put the end of the pocky stick in your mouth, leaning forward, he hesitated for a moment before wrapping his lips around the chocolate treat.
"I'll go first," You take a small bite, not breaking eye contact with him.
You both go back and forth for a minute, taking small nibbles of the treat. You'd never been this close to his face, as you waited for him to take his turn, you studied him.
He had large plump lips, a scar going across his chin, and large expressive eyes. You noticed all the different shades of green that made up his scales, and the old worn nature of his mask.
He cleared his throat, nudging your knee with his. "Yer turn," He mumbled.
It was then you realized how close you really were, you had scooted closer, his knees on the outside of yours, hands leaning against the leather so you could get closer.
Hell, you were practically in his lap.
Why had you done this again? You wanted to see if he would chicken out like before, but what if he didn't? You couldn't kiss him, he liked someone else!
But your dignity was now on the line as well, you couldn't just give up! Damn you, pocky!
You took another small bite, barely moving. You were seriously regretting this now, you should have listened to Mike-
Raphs large hands cupped your face, holding you close as your lips touched. For a moment it felt nice, he was soft and warm, and- WAIT, no this wasn't supposed to happen!
You pulled away, covering you mouth. "Why...?" You swallowed all the pocky, staring at him with large eyes. He ate his as well, thanking his maker he couldn't blush.
"Did I go too far?" He looked very sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought the game either ended when ya kiss or someone pulls away,"
"No, that's how you play, I just...." You drop your hand. "Why did you kiss me? You have a crush, it's not fair to them!"
Raph raised a brow ridge. "You really are dense sometimes," He shook his head, running a hand down his face.
"What? No, you don't like me," You dismissed, feeling your neck flush. "Mikey wouldn't have told me earlier if it was me,"
"Mikey didn't want to tell ya," His voice went soft, shoulders hunched. "He thought he was talkin' to Leo's girl, you weren't meant to know,"
"Wait, but when were you going to tell me?"
"A few days ago when we went to that basketball court at midnight," He looked down, rubbing his palms together.
Your face flushed as red as his mask, reaching out to touch his knee, making him look up at you.
"You really like me?"
"Yeah, I really do, you drive me crazy," He cleared his throat. "It's alright if you don't feel the same-"
You launched forward, throwing your arms around his neck, lifting yourself up onto the seat and on his spread thighs, burying your face into his neck.
"I like you too!" He sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you snug against his chest.
Opening his eyes and looking over your shoulder, Raph gave a thumbs up to Mikey who was in the doorway.
Mikey smirked, eating his own box of strawberry pocky, walking away to go tell the others.
Raphs plan worked like a charm.
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cathianemelian · 8 months
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Troubled rest. One layer challenge
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sushirens · 2 months
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wasnt gonna bring this one over initially but impulse himself liked it so. i guess that makes it tumblr worthy as well
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hools · 10 months
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BIG LOVE! BIG CHALLENGES!
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roguescum · 22 days
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happy solar eclipse everybody
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