Fan of many random things who has no clue what i'm
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Gosh I just love book Legolas. He’s immortal. He’s a teenager. Elrond picks him instead of Glorfindel because he’s average and won’t draw attention to the Fellowship. He’s the comic relief guy and resident Little Shit, but he can also shoot a Nazgul out of the sky in the pitch black like a one-
manelf anti-aircraft defense system. He wants everyone to know that he’s, like, really old. He forgets the task at hand because he wants to look at trees. His greatest qualities are that he can become friends with anyone and his loyalty is unending. He shows up to Valinor a century late with Starbucks in hand and his dwarf bestie at his side. Iconic.(via princesszeldaz)
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TMNT Fanfic Complaints
As this blog is mostly a space to vent, and I am currently obsessed with pretty much every iteration of the TMNT, I thought I’d throw together a list of things that make me close a fanfic instantly. If you like any of these things, then that’s totally fine, but for the most part, any of these things will have me dropping a fic in minutes. A few of these are aligned with posts I’ve made in the past, but I am noting them down anyway as this is a way of me getting out a lot of my major complaints at once 😅
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if I was matt murdock and I found out the same chemical spill that blinded me and lit the world on “fire” turned a bunch of turtles into pizza loving ninjas I would lose it actually
I’m not going lie the thought of matt finding out he’s radioactive ooze brothers with this particular version of the tmnt has me in tears
matt, trying to recount his childhood and ignore the smell of turtle, three day old pizza, and sewer: …..so yah, after my dad died I was basically on my own.
the turtles, already planning on buying their radioactive waste brother a shirt that says “I fell in radioactive waste and all I got was these glasses”: cowabummer dude. our dad’s a rat
(via princesszeldaz)
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Stop Babying Mikey 2k23
This is partially a follow on from my post about how 12 Mikey isn’t abused by his brothers, but I want to focus in on how much people across the tmnt fandom (I’ve seen fics in nearly every verse that do this), completely and utterly baby Mikey, and how it doesn’t make sense.
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Noodling on an “Oops! Back In Time!” story idea where the Straw Hats sail through a Grand Line anomaly or whatever and wake up as they were about thirteen years in the past.
Robin is seventeen, still on the run in West Blue. She’d wake up, run down the list of her nakama to decide who needs help first: Franky and Jimbe are grown men already, they’re fine, they can handle themselves. The East Blue crew are all little kids. To the best of her knowledge the tragedies that shaped their lives haven’t happened yet and won’t for a while. They’re safe for now.
Chopper is a baby reindeer, probably hasn’t eaten his fruit yet. Brook is currently unreachable to her, without a ship or a crew, but Franky is right there in Water 7 with a fleet of battleships that he needs to get rid of before they can be used to frame Tom. Maybe she can assume he’ll take care of it.
Sanji is still in Germa kingdom. He’s not safe at all.
Robin, who only looks seventeen, pulls out her mad skills as a spy and top-tier pirate and member of the actual Revolutionary Army and hustles to North Blue in record time, snapping necks and serving cunt the whole way. She infiltrates the fuck out of Germa 66 and is on the palace flagship before you can say Security Clearance. Robin’s not stupid enough to dangle the poneglyphs or the Ancient Weapons in front of Judge, that’s a carrot he would never stop chasing. No, she claims to have details of Vegapunk and Caesar’s work on artificial devil fruits, counting on spite to get her through. It does. Robin was at Punk Hazard and Dressrosa and Wano: she knows enough details to make it plausible, and she’s a trained academic to boot. She can make it sound right, even if it’s not her field, even if it’s made-up nonsense that will hopefully have Judge chasing his own tail for years.
Meanwhile, every night she’s sending eyes and ears all over the palace looking for the missing third prince. Officially, the kingdom is still in mourning for the double tragedy of losing their Queen and one of the princes in quick succession. Robin cannot find any trace of grief in Judge or his remaining children, even when she’s invited to dine with the royal family (there are still two empty chairs at the table, and she’s ushered into one of them as though it was nothing. Luckily, she’s had decades of keeping calm in the face of casual brutality to perfectly hone her poker face).
It doesn’t take her long to find the stairs going down, down into the dark. And there’s a dungeon at the bottom, a barred cell containing an eight-year old child who looks so much smaller than his brothers. He’s covered in bruises and there’s a metal horror wrapped around his head and casual brutality be damned, there are two wolves inside Robin right now and one of them wants to sit down and weep and the other one wants to snap Judge’s neck and then tear this castle down brick by brick. Except. Tiny Sanji is doing a one-handed handstand in the middle of his cell. It’s a bit wobbly, and he tumbles off-balance when he sees her, but there’s nothing wobbly about the smile on the little she can see of his face when he runs to her.
“Robin-chwan!” he chirps, hugging her through the bars. “I knew I couldn’t be the only one who came back! I’m so lucky to be rescued by such a dashing lady!” He peers at her through the helmet, eyes huge and blue and earnest. “You got here so fast! Who else is with you? Are you OK?”
And it’s just so Sanji, who knows as well as she does where the rest of the crew is-better, probably-to think that she’d go to anyone else before coming here. As though his problems could wait while everyone else is taken care of first.
“Now that I’ve found you I’m quite alright, Sanji. The crew is just you and me for now, but I’m sure we’ll soon change that.”
He does a little spin of delight at having her all to himself, and it’s the simple glee of a small child spending time with a favourite person. Robin smiles, and retrieves the keys, and holds his tiny hand all of the way out of the castle as he chatters about how amazing she is and who they’ll go to find next. They sail away, leaving the palace in flames behind them.
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Glass (pt.1?)
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TMNT and Responsibility
I’ve posted a couple of TMNT thoughts on here recently that have been surprisingly well received, but I think this might be my most divisive so far 😅 I want to take a look at responsibility in relation to Leo and Donnie. This crosses most iterations, though I have made notes where there are exceptions.
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⚠️ Blood Warning ⚠️
I wasn’t going to post these but I decided it couldn’t hurt
(via espighty)
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Honestly wish Donnie fought with Leo over leadership instead of Raph, because Donnie would have a way better argument to make towards it.
He literally holds up the entire team and saves everyone from dying numerous times, and yet Leo takes the credit? 🙄💅 /j
(via espighty)
