Let’s Talk About Donatello Fricking Hamato For A Second.

Let’s talk about Donatello fricking Hamato for a second.

I can’t imagine how much flipping stress he’s gotta be under.

To his family, he’s their engineer, their plumber, their mathematician, their electrician, their inventor, their all-around-repairman, their fucking DOCTOR-

When does he sleep?!? I mean, we all joke and write about him not sleeping; but seriously, he’s not even eighteen yet, and he probably gets that many hours of sleep per week trying to deal with everything he has to. Let the guy rest! for! once!

If Donnie doesn’t have high-key anxiety, trying to fix or head off all these potentially deadly problems before they hurt his family, I will literally eat my fucking socks.

Most of the time, its only because of an invention he’s created, or a solution he’s made up on the fly, that he and his brothers survive to the next day. But then, half of those times, he doesn’t even get a thank you! Frequently, he’s ignored, pushed to the side, and has his rightful glory stolen by one of his brothers.

And yet, despite all that, he’s brilliant and creative and so damn hopeful. Donnie finds extra time around all his other responsibilities to create exciting and playful things, for himself and his brothers.

But because of the shit circumstances his family has, (and they do, they’re living in the sewers, and fighting a war with literal garbage as their weapons resource), he’s been forced to give up much of his light hearted inventing and sciencing, in favor of becoming a soldier and military geared engineer. All for his family, he creates incredible inventions from garbage; to defend them, heal them, and attack their enemies with.

Even before they started the war, Donnie probably didn’t get to really enjoy a carefree life.

He’s probably always been the guy who fixed everything, and everyone. The fridge broke? He’s got it. Water turning toxic? He can reroute a new source. Their stolen cable not working? Time to go monkey with the highly dangerous wires again. Someone got hurt during training? Someone is sick with an unidentified illness? He’s got his books, his computer, and what medicine he’s scrounged. He’s got you.

Best/worst part of all that? Its all self taught. He sure as hell didn’t learn how to build a fully operational vehicle-turned literal tank from his father, or learn how to treat their family’s unique physiology safely, and successfully, when they got sick or injured. That’s all him, purely and simply him.

Donnie is a genius, yes, but that is some other level shit right there. Learning and self-teaching himself years and years worth of college education, probably all from water-damaged text books that came from a garbage heap.

When the fuck did this kid get to be a kid, once his family figured out he could be the answer to everything?

Give Donnie credit, and a damn day off.