В этом есть какая-то подозрительная связь

every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).

I just... I really can't believe it.

Aaaaaaawwwwwww

Hi love, I hope you're doing well <3

Can I suggest something fluffy with 2003 Donnie? It can be anything, I'd just like to see more fluff (since smut makes me personally a little uncomfortable so I try to avoid it)

No pressure tho! <3 Love your writing

Salmon Rice Bowls (Fluff)

2003!Donatello x reader

A/N: I tried my absolute best to stay away from any innuendos in this, so any of you thinking “tickle fight” means something else in this one, get ya mind out the gutter!😂 In honor of the salmon I’m eating as I’m writing this😂 Hope you’ll enjoy, even tho it’s a bit short💜

Warnings: None💜

“So what do you think?”, Donnie asked, chopsticks in hand as he chewed on the piece of salmon in his mouth, watching for your reaction with calm yet expecting eyes. It wasn’t often that Donnie cooked, let alone cooking for you, so he couldn’t help but feel an uneasiness inside of him. Why he felt uneasy he wasn’t sure though. You had never given him a reason to feel such a way, so why should he now?

You held a hand up in front of your mouth, chopsticks loose in the other one, chewing in thought, as your taste buds registered the food in your mouth. A large smile fell upon your lips, before you turned your gaze towards your boyfriend, seeing a smile growing in order to match yours.

“It’s really good, Donnie”, you exclaimed, adjusting your grip on the chopsticks, hearing your purple clad boyfriend let out a small breath as a kind of laugh. “What did you say it was called?”

“It’s nothing big”, Donnie said a little sheepishly. “It’s just a salmon rice bowl”.

“Well, it still tastes good”, you smiled, getting back into the bowl in front of you. “You should cook for me more often”.

“And miss you on your cooking? Not going to happen”, Donnie laughed. “How will I survive without your lasagna? Or your tiramisu? Or your coffee!"

“Now you’re just teasing me”, you smiled, poking Donnie’s side, causing him to scoot a little away when your touch tickled him.

“Me teasing? You started it”, Donnie laughed, poking you right back, making you yelp out.

“Don’t do that while I’m eating!”, you exclaimed, fighting to not let your smile break your cover.

“Don’t do that while you-? What about when you did it while I was eating?”, Donnie said, obviously having seen your smile crack through. “That didn’t count, huh?”

“No it didn’t”, you smiled innocently. “Just like this doesn't either”, you said, trying to poke Donnie’s side one more time, only for Donnie to catch your arm and the leg of your chair, pulling you closer to him, before letting go of the chair and tickling your side.

“Gotcha!”

“Nonono! Donnie! Noooo!”, you yelled, trying to pull away from your boyfriend and his masterful tickling.

Donnie laughed out loud, about to say something - most likely to be cheeky - only to be interrupted by a loud groan from the entrance to the kitchen, causing the two of you to turn in abrupt silence. There you found Raph, arms crossed and a very unimpressed expression on his face.

“I was going to get something to eat, but I have to watch the two of ya acting all couple gross in front of my food, then I rather starve”, he groaned in annoyance, before making quick way toward the fridge.

You and Donnie turned towards each other, a knowing look forming in each others’ eyes.

“Tickle fight when we’re finished eating?”, you asked.

“Tickle fight when we’re finished eating”, Donnie agreed, causing Raph to groan in annoyance once more, as he slammed his forehead against the kitchen cupboard.

believe in urself the way that scott mccall would believe in u

Ох уж это забавное чувство, когда понял отсылку х)

computer doodles!!

Donnie is more outgoing than we give him credit.

I'm so soft for any and all shy, socially awkward Donatello headcanons.

But to me, Bayverse Donnie doesn't seem like the type to be shy? Awkward, yes, but he's like, second to Mikey when being outgoing.

Like how he talked when he hacked April's computer. Or when both Mikey and Donnie were excited to talk about the Lair while April was blindfolded.

Donnie is the one who has April's phone # and is the one she goes to if she needs stuff.

Donnie annoys Raph for fun, leads chants, throws baseballs around, does whatever the fuck that head whip was when Mikey introduced him, lmfao.

And he's just as athletic! He plays sports, and he kicks ass all the time in the movies. But he's definitely written as a complete dork about it, lol

Idk like a lot of stuff.

He's definitely awkward, but he's so fucking sweet and expressive and April and Donnie definitely had crime buddy energy going on in the second movie.

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Frankly, the reason I like Baptiste so much is because of the near-grace he handles his messy past with. He made awful decisions and he messed up and he was selfish, and he learned. And he grew. And he put in the effort toward being something better, instead of just moping over his sordid background and grave mistakes. He’s building over his mistakes, but he isn’t ignoring them, either. It’s the balance between acknowledging his error - possibly having to battle with guilt throughout it all - and presenting himself as this new and comforting and bettered person. He’s got a bad record, but that doesn’t mean he reflects it with a gruff you don’t know what I’ve done attitude. He smiles and he laughs and that optimism and goodnatured steadfastness are absolutely what people need in a combat medic.

Baptiste shows that it is okay to make mistakes, as long as you work to fix them. And he shows that you don’t have to wear sackcloth and hate yourself for what you’ve done. You’ve erred, but you are still allowed laughter and jokes and all things soft and upbuilding. And I think that’s a really neat thing.