My Friends Bullied Me Into Posting My Turtle Brain Rot On The Internet So Now I Have A New Side Blog

God, as somebody that grew up in a largely jewish community, holocaust denial is like... so fucking weird.

Because I don’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t terrified of swastika’s, including when I was so young that I didn’t even know what a swastika was.

Because it’s such a strangely specific feeling to be born in the wake of a tragedy so massive that you can still feel it’s reverberations and were born with a weird sense of survivors guilt that will shadow you forever

Because when we were younger and our parents refused to tell us exactly what the holocaust was, we would trade our grandparents horrific experiences like they were scary stories across the camp fire, repeating them over and over to ourselves and eachother so we could figure out what it all meant.

Because I’d see those books with grey photos of Auschtwitz prisoners on the cover and feel like they were looking straight fucking at me.

Because every single Yom HaShoah you’d hear grade school children get up and say “my grandmother was the only one left of her family” or “they barely got out before it started” or “they managed to hide in an attic for months on end” or “my great grandmother managed to jump off one of the trains with her daughter in her arms” or “my grandfather has numbers on his arms but he won’t talk about it” or “my great aunt was shot just before the liberation so she couldn’t get out,” like it was normal.

Because we were always taught to run if we were in a group of non-jews that started making nazi jokes, to laugh along and then take the fuck off to stay safe.

Because the question always lingered over our heads, “what if it happens again? what if it happens to us?”

.... and them some stupid fucking college age white trash dickhead stands up and says “it didn’t happen” or “it wasn’t that bad” and I just can’t... fathom that? Like how the fuck wasn’t this part of your life? How is this not etched into your bones?

And its because it’s not. Like people didn’t grow up with this shit, some people can afford to deny the holocaust and deny antisemitism because it won’t hurt them.

It’s just... fucking wild.

(please reblog)

Is that plush is Dees work? Like he wanted to give his kiddo something he had in his childhood

Sort of! he found it while he was out collecting scrap. It was in pretty bad condition when he found it so he washed and fixed it up so he could give it to CJ. He figured he had turtle plushes growing up, his kid should too.

bonus comic of Dee giving CJ the plush for the first time (b/c its cute)

And yes, it's name is Purple (b/c Cass found a little purple ribbon and tied it on before Dee could give it to CJ. So CJ saw the ribbon and was like "that's a purple ribbon. Purple would be a good name. not knowing his Papa was named Purple when he was small, or that Dee had a similar naming scheme for his stuffies lol)

Also, CJ was definitely taught some sign language since Dee knew a lot of it from when he was tiny and didn't want to talk. A lot of it is altered signs for our three-fingered turtles, but it works lol : )

Thank you!

some miscellaneous future leo stuff i forgot to put here (i dont check tumblr that much my bad <//3)

and a big ol' urtle pile w/ the peepaw cause they all deserve it :')

I got another idea and ran with it.

Donnie hated that he could see the future. It wasn’t because it was troublesome, or he saw things that would scar any normal person, but because his visions were all useless to him. He couldn’t use any of the information he got in any sort of productive way. Leo’s visions he could use to plan, since Leo’s visions were about disasters to come. The knowledge of what Mikey was going to make for breakfast was just useless. Knowing what he was going to get for a present was annoying. Seeing the good things that were going to happen never helped them on missions, but knowing that Mikey was going to sprain his ankle, or that Meat Sweats was going to try and poison an entire tv channel? That was important information to have.

Donnie hated his visions to the point where, if it were up to him, he would have never shared his ability with anyone. However, fate was a cruel mistress, and Donnie managed to get stuck in a particularly bad waking vision without even noticing it. According to Raph, the vision had left him comatose for several days. Raph had also asked what the vision was about, but Donnie had refused to explain it.

He wasn’t withholding the information because he was embarrassed, or felt like the others wouldn’t understand, what with his emotionless bad boy image and all, but because the vision was useless. Well, visions. Donnie hadn’t been in a loop, seeing the same vision over and over again, but was instead coasting through multiple, falling deeper and deeper into his vision state as the minutes passed. Inside the visions, time was meaningless, as some went by faster then others.

However, even with the time jumble, Donnie hadn’t realized he was stuck in a vision until he had heard Raph trying to talk to him. His biggest brother’s voice had sounded like the equivalent of tv static, words blended together into an indiscernible hum, but the simple act of hearing him at all from somewhere other then directly around him, had almost snapped Donnie out of the trance he was in.

Almost.

It wasn’t until Donnie felt Leo’s presence afterwards, again affected by the nothingness of time, that he was able to pull out of his vision. His brothers had been extremely excited, and clingy, when he was finally fully conscious, and it was nice, but Donnie had only been able to be annoyed at the time.

A part of him wanted to return to his vision, floating into the sea of good fortune and joy he so desperately craved in life, and a part of him was happy to be back with his actual family. However, the largest part was just filled with annoyance. He had been plagued with visions for three days, and not a single thing in them was useful to him in the waking world. He saw Mikey cooking, Raph getting a new bear, Leo winning some competition, his father saying that he was proud of Donnie, Draxum joining in on celebrating some holiday, and all kinds of other stuff. A brain full of useless crap.

Even months later, Donnie refused to talk about his visions. “It will spoil the surprise. If I tell you then you may mess up a good thing. It was just Mikey cooking something again.” None of them were really lies, but Donnie was positive his brothers picked up on his reluctance, especially since they eventually stopped asking.

No, the one with useful visions was his twin. Leo always saw useful things in his visions. Leo was a doom prophet, blessed to see the bad that was coming their way. Donnie was just a soothsayer, cursed with the useless good. Leo didn’t like sharing his visions either, but Donnie had a way around that reluctance. When Leo’s insomnia had gotten worse, and he was awake more times then asleep, Donnie had created him a dreamcatcher. It was a small device, and worked as a white noise machine, but that was just the secondary purpose.

It’s primary purpose was to record Leo’s dreams. The deceive had been created in hopes of finding out a trigger to Leo’s countless nightmares, a way for Donnie to curb behaviors to grant his twin more peaceful dreams, but Donnie had stumbled on facts he had tried to deny for months. Leo’s dreams, no matter how bad, had a habit of coming true. Once it was determined that he was a seer, Donnie switched gears and began studying Leo’s dreams, finding ways to prevent disaster.

That studying led Donnie to learn two things.

One, Leo’s visions didn’t happen in a timeline format, and instead bounced around, very rarely going in order. This added more work for Donnie, as he had to learn the behavior patterns of the bad guys. However, it was a positive, as it became easier to best them in fights.

Two, sometimes the future was set in stone. Whatever forces decided on how the world worked, also decided what things absolutely had to happen. Like the Kraang for example. No matter what they did, Donnie was 100% certain that the Kraang had to happen. As did their first trip to the Hidden City, and the return of Shredder. Donnie however, had yet to determine if the creation of him and his brothers was one of those fixed points as well.

Regardless, none of it truly helped him with his current task, which was the creation of a device intended to temporarily neutralize the regeneration powers of that… worm they sometimes fought. Donnie wasn’t really sure how the worm man generated a doom dream, but it was better to be cautious in his books.

Donnie was in the middle of some less important circuitry when there was a knock at the entrance to his lab. Donnie pretended not to hear it, hoping that his restless leg would be taken as him listening to music, but it seemed that even music wasn’t going to ward off the unwanted visit of his twin.

Leo entered the lab after his second, louder knock, and planted his feet on the other side of Donnie’s desk, where Donnie had no choice but to acknowledge him.

“Sigh, yes dearest brother? What can I help you with, since I am obviously working on nothing important. Also, that was sarcasm, I am very busy, please go away.” Leo was quiet for longer then usual, and Donnie sighed again, this time with his breath and not his words. “What’s up Nardo?”

“I need your help.” Leo’s voice was significantly quieter then usual, and Donnie stopped his work, turning his full attention to the turtle in front of him. His goggles focused on the new visual target, scanning his brother’s physical state.

Bags under his eyes, darker then usual. Shallow scratches on his arm, surrounding area darker. Mask tails uneven. Breathing heavy. Rapid eye movement. Shaking. Shifting weight. Avoiding eye contact. Tear trails on cheeks.

Donnie put down his tools and pushed up his goggles before standing up, offering his arms for a hug. Leo hesitated for only a moment before stepping into reach, wrapping his arms under Donnies, and along the top of the purple turtle’s shell. Donnie held his brother for a moment, before noticing the shifting of his brother's hands as they tried to find a good place to rest. Donnie sighed once more and hit the release mechanism on his battle shell, letting it fall off before returning to the hug.

The two embraced for, what Donnie perceived as, an eternity before Leo stepped back, pulling out of reach of his twin. “Don I,” the slider took a shaky breath before finally looking at Donnie directly. “I had a really bad vision, and I don’t know what to do.”

Donnie thought, studying his twin’s face. Their embrace seemed to have brought new tears to Leo’s eyes, and while he was looking directly at Donnie, Leo’s eyes were still distant. “I’m guessing you need someone to plan out a reaction?”

Leo started off nodding, before shaking his head. “I mean, yes but no? A plan would help, but I need my twin first. It was… I don’t… I can’t…”

Donnie held up a hand, trying to give his brother a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about telling me. What do you need from me?”

Leo looked around, before his eyes went to his feet. “Can we move out of your lab? I just need to be near you.” Donnie nodded and turned to pick his shell off the ground, intending on putting it away. “Is it okay if I ask you to leave the shell off?”

Donnie nodded. “I was just about to hang it up to charge. My room or yours?”

“Yours is quieter, and the others leave you alone.”

Donnie gave an affirming hum, hung up his shell, and turned to his brother, raising an eyebrow when he saw that Leo had not moved. “Are you coming?”

Leo shook his head as if shaking off a thought, before nodding. “Yeah, let's go.”

The two turtles crossed the lair towards Donnie’s room, when the soft shell noticed no one else around. “What time is it?”

“Two thirty-eight in the morning.”

“Is it really?” Donnie made the statement, regardless of not wanting the answer. If the lair was dead, and it was that late, it meant Leo had just woken up from a vision, and immediately went to Donnie for comfort. That told Donnie more then anything else about his twin’s state.

Donnie flopped down on his bed as dramatically as he could when they arrived, pleased with the chuckle it earned from Leo. He rolled so that his body was parallel to his bed, and patted the bed. Leo hesitated for a moment, and at first seemed like he intended to take a spot next to his twin, but instead took a spot on top of him, laying on his stomach as well.

Donnie grunted, wiggling to shake Leo into a better position. “Get off you, you way a ton!” Leo snorted, so Donnie upped the dramatics. “What are you, a turtle or a magic hippo? I’m gonna be a pancake because of you!” Leo hummed, muttering a want for pancakes. “Lucky you, Mikey’s planning on pancakes soon. Unlucky me, that will only make you heavier.”

“Mikey’s making pancakes soon?” Leo shifted to put his chin on top of Donnie’s who snorted.

“Yeah, strawberry chocolate chip I think. Could you maybe not try and cut my head with your stupid sharp chin?”

“Oh! My favorite!” Leo sat up, and Donnie groaned at the sudden shift in weight.

“Okay, I didn’t think this could get worse, but you made it worse. Get. Down.” Donnie grunted, shaking around to force Leo into a spot that didn’t crush his lungs. Leo laughed, and Donnie paused, thinking. “Wasn’t the last time he made those around the time we found all of those fireworks?”

Leo laughed harder, and Donnie guessed he was nodding with the way the bed shook. “Yeah! Remember the one that went off in Splinter’s room? Oh he was pissed! It was amazing!”

Donnie nodded, twisting onto his side, which knocked the slider off him, sending him into the wall.

“Ow Donnie!” Leo huffed, and sat up, mirroring how Donnie was now sitting, legs folded, and hands holding feet together. Donnie found the position to be extra helpful when he needed to move, but didn’t want to get up. The two rocked in sync with each other.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Leo clammed up again, and Donnie smiled. “That’s okay, I needed to check. If you want to talk at all, you always can. Otherwise, you don’t have to tell me anything.” When Donnie had determined that the silence had gone on too long, he spoke up again. “Do you want to know what Mikey gets Draxum for christmas?”

“How do you know what he got? There’s no way Mikey has already started getting things!” Leo leaned forward, fingers tapping on his feet.

Donnie shrugged, trying to force the information to fit into what would be an acceptable state of unimportance. “I saw it in a vision. He gets him socks. Not just any socks though, wool socks, with sheep on them.”

“Wool socks with sheep? For the sheep man? Oh that’s good! Tell me something else!” Leo was bouncing now, which was good. If Leo was bouncing, he was happy. Donnie rocked backwards, leaning his back against the wall. He adjusted, and put a pillow between his shell and the wall, before speaking again.

“Casey is going to go absolutely nuts when it starts to snow. Apparently it never snowed in his timeline. Cass is going to teach him to play hockey, and if you think Cass is obsessed, then get ready for it being Brightspot’s biggest obsession.”

“Wait, even more then pizza and movie nights?”

“Even more. I wouldn’t be surprised if he skipped the occasional movie to go practice.”

Leo pretended to be offended in the most dramatic way he could. “Now that’s just crazy! How could hockey be better then ‘Pizza and Movies’? That’s blasphemy!” Leo clutched in front of his plastron, in the way an old housewife would clutch a pearl necklace.

“Blasphemy, good one. Where did you learn it?”

“Jupiter Jim comic.” Donnie nodded in approval, and Leo went back to acting dramatic. “We’re gonna have to have a serious talk with Little Hope then.”

“Little Hope?” Donnie tilted his head at the name. He knew that’s what Casey’s Leo had called him, but he also knew that he wasn’t supposed to know that.

“Oh, yeah, it’s just something I picked up.” Leo shrugged off the question, his nerves starting to show again.

Donnie leaned closer to his twin and whispered “it’s okay, I call him Brightspot.”

Leo chuckled, settling back into a more relaxed state. The two sat in the quiet for a moment, before Leo snapped his attention to Donnie. “I have to get something off my chest.” Donnie raised an eyebrow, expecting to hear about Leo’s dream, only to be unpleasantly surprised when Leo’s thing turned out to be a loud burp.

“Really Nardo? How civilized.” Donnie leaned back against the wall, and Leo smiled wide, standing up.

“I’m feeling better already. Thank’s Donnie.”

Donnie caught Leo’s arm as he tried passing by to leave the room, and Leo froze. “Do you want to talk about it?” Donnie watched a shiver go up Leo’s body, and wasn’t surprised when Leo responded with a ‘nope’ before darting out of the room.

Donnie waited on his bed for exactly fifteen minutes, the length of time it took Leo to sprint out a little energy and either portal off or return to his room, and stood. First, he went to his shelves, grabbing a pen and a sticky note. He wrote three notes, and hid them in the small area where his shell didn’t meet his skin. He then snuck into Mikey’s room, where he stuck a note saying ‘Please make Leo strawberry chocolate pancakes’ on Mikey’s mask.

Once the first note was placed, he snuck up to the surface, heading to April’s apartment. He placed the second note that read ‘Please bring Mikey strawberries in the morning’ on the inside of her fire escape window.

Then, Donnie moved onto his next stop. Donnie usually wouldn’t enter Run of the Mill unarmed and shell-less, but he was trying to move quickly, and didn’t have time to return home just yet. Once he was inside, he snuck up to the podium and placed the third note, which read ‘Leo needs an easy win.’

With all the notes placed, Donnie headed home, and checked on Leo when he returned. He looked around for Leo, and was happy to find him sleeping once more.

‘Now, time to see what that dream was.’

Donnie pulled out a tablet with a blue star engraved on the back, turning it on in order to look through Leo’s previous dreams. When he found the one he wanted, and watched it, dread pooling in his gut.

He watched it again, and again, each time growing more and more worried. If Leo’s dream was right, which they almost always were, then Donnie had to amp up security to the lair, and prepare for him, and his brother, to be snatched up, and dragged to the Hidden City.

This is so cool! I love the idea of Donnie "i don't like seeing the good things" Hamato leaving post-it notes to make sure those things do actually happen lol. I love this very much!

Thank yoU!

the world is a scary place when you are a small and edible thing

Jason: “They’re children, Bruce! They shouldn’t be soldiers in your crusade!”

Bruce: “The children, Jason. They yearn for the capes.”

I also need a Ray-charge 😆

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Romantic nor platonic, this Ot3 is life 💕

Commission Info | Ko-fi | Society6

They are in love

one of the best leos i could draw ngl