Do Not Forget The Patron Saint Of These Weeks That We Celebrate Ourselves Proudly And Openly In The Streets

do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.

I raise you: What if Rise Mikey had a cat tho

Just a little doodle of a potential pet for the brothers! I named him Slice because Klunk is usually orange like a pizza slice, and Raph’s pet turtle in ‘12 is named Spike or Slash. They found him eating pizza in a dumpster.

Like all friendly orange cats, he shall be loyal as a dog and dumb as a rock! Mayhem probably begrudgingly tolerates him. His paws are big cause he’ll grow to be be a big fella someday.

Partially inspired by my housemates’ cats, who are silly and big respectively.

Yay I'm alive 🤘🤘🤘

No More Talk of Scars

Adult Leo x Adult Fem Reader

18+ Mature Content

Exploring scars leads to something more. Confessions.

You'd been surprised that Leo had so willingly agreed to taking the night off when you'd suggested it to him. He'd only mulled it over a moment before nodding with a shrug. A smirk that clearly said he was thinking this could be fun plain as day on his face.

The other three nearly shrieked in delight when the leader in blue told them the night was theirs'. Each of them fleeing off into the city to do goodness knows what with their surprise night of freedom. Even Splinter elected to spend the night getting some fresh air out in the shadows of nighttime Central Park. Leaving you and the blue banded ninja alone in the lair.

As you'd fully expected, Leo insisted on showering first and foremost. Claimed he was sweaty from training or whatever. Causing you to fondly roll your eyes at his insistence. And nearly swallow your tongue in your suddenly very dry mouth when he reemerged a short time later with nothing more than his signature mask and sweatpants that may or may not have been a half size too small; hanging dangerously low on his hips.

The night together passed in blissful comfort. The two of you enjoying how easy it was to be in each other's company. You'd cooked while Leo looked on, joking about all the times that earned him being banned from the kitchen except to make his tea. Then you'd eaten at their small table, sitting side by side before moving to their common room.

There, conversation about anything and everything continued to flow naturally. A few times resulting in fits of laughter. You playfully pushing against his arm. Leo carefully nudging you back. A bright glint reflecting back as he watched you from the corner of his eye. His heart, unbeknownst to you, singing in his chest whenever you were near.

You weren't exactly sure how it happened, but you and Leo wound up in his room. He, half laying over you atop his bed. You, running your hands across his arms in lazy strokes. Both of you reveling in the unusual peace and quiet of an empty lair. In being so close to one another; this being the first time the two of you had laid together this way.

Leo was breathing so easy, so content in this moment, you thought he might have actually drifted off to sleep. So, you allowed your hands to wander. Just a bit. To roam over bits of his exquisite physique that normally only your eyes got to touch.

Trailing your hand up to the back of his shoulder, your touch came into contact with a texture unfamiliar to you. It wasn't his normally raised, bumpy scales. And it wasn't smooth, cool beneath your fingertips, the way his more human-like skin was. It was shallow. Taunt and textured. A bit hot compared to his normally cool temperature. But definitely not scales or skin.

What was it?

Adding a little more pressure trying to figure out what it was you were touching, Leo suddenly tensed under you and moved his arm away. And it clicked. It was the scar where he was missing scales altogether. You grimaced at the realization it must still be sensitive after all this time. "Oh! Shoot. Leo, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was touching. I'm sorry."

"No. It's fine. You're fine. No worries." Leo shifted a little then seemed to grow uncomfortable. Sitting upright on his bed, he cleared his throat and offered you a soft smile. "I just - don't - like the way it feels. Ya know?"

"Yeah. I totally get it."

A discomforting pregnant pause.

"Is it just the way it feels? Or does it bring back bad memories of -,"

"Let's not talk about it." Leo's features sterned up. His eyes turning, almost resentfully, away from you.

The words came out sounded more wounded than you'd intended. "Yeah. Yeah - I understand."

"I'm sorry. It's just -,"

"Hey. No apologies. I shouldn't have been - ya know -. It's your body. And if you don't like it, you don't like it. No other explanation needed." A slightly embarrassed, slightly ashamed smile back at him as you rung your fingers.

His own hand stretched out quickly to wrap solid fingers around your twisting digits, holding you still within his grasp. A look to his expression that conveyed he didn't like the idea of you being uncomfortable in any way while with him. He held you there a moment, then thoughtfully rubbed his thumb over your knuckles before allowing his hand to fall away.

Reaching back out to him again was a little of an unconscious decision. Half of it meant as a means to clear the cloud of tension in the air. Half of it almost of your hand's own volition. To soothe whatever you may have ruffled inside.

Regardless of your reason, the large terrapin next to you appreciated the gesture. It reassured him the way he pulled away hadn't ruined the moment.

Suddenly hyper aware of every deviation to his surface as you rubbed along his forearm, your eyes sought to lock onto his. He denied you this, keeping his own orbs cast low.

"Can I ask how you got it? That scar?"

One side of his mouth pulled up in a disheartened smile. "All you can think about now, huh?"

Your brows knitted in confusion. "No. I just -," words fell off as you stroked along yet another scar. "I'm sorry," hand freezing where it lay. "You have a lot more scars than I realized."

He still wouldn't look at you. "Does it make you see me differently?"

Something in his quiet voice you'd never heard before.

"Yes," you answered, sitting up to wrap your arms around him as best you could. "It makes me realize just how very much you've gone through. Continue to go through. It makes me - makes me think."

The two of you sat a moment in silence. A bubbling worry that he had misunderstood your meaning. Thinking you meant it as a reference to how very un-human he was instead of what you really meant.

That you were in awe of him. Being in wonder at what an incredible person he was. Inside and out. Despite everything life had thrown his way. He was still kind, and caring, and funny in his own way. How amazing everything he did was. From saving the city, to how disciplined he was, to the annoying way he seemed to be good at anything he tried. How special he always managed to make you feel. No matter what darkness loomed over him, he was always treating you as though the sun and moon hung on your existence.

Misunderstood that his scars reminded you of what a dangerous life he led. How those etches carved in his flesh reminded you of how real the possibility of losing him was. And how badly that reality clawed at your heart.

Taking a chance, hoping to clarify your meaning, you pressed a few soft kisses to his shoulder. "You're the most amazing person I know, Leo. My best friend. And I love you. You know that. Right?" Your fingers danced across the lip of his plastron. Just beneath his equivalent of a collarbone.

You didn't get a response. His eyes watched as if enchanted as your hand, feeling like silk to him, moved on his chest. His breaths were coming out a bit heavier than before. A powerful, three-pronged hand slowly raised to lift your wrist up. Leaning down, tender and careful, the mutant drug his lips over the back of your hand as if in prayer.

Almost instinctively, your hand turned over. Your fingers sought to touch his cheek, while he pressed a long kiss to your palm. With eyes still gently closed, he shifted again. Turning his hips your way. Lips barely brushing against your skin, as he drew them up your arm. His mass beginning to raise over yours as you willingly dropped back onto his bed in acceptance of his advances.

He chased after you. Brought himself to hover just above you. Your hands flew up to touch him again. Only this time, your grip was tight, kneading into muscles, oblivious now to any variation in his skin. Aware of only him. The familiar scent of his bodywash. The warmth of his body. The safety of his presence.

The deep breaths moving past his lungs was hot against your neck. His beak nuzzled in close as you became aware of a muscular thigh sliding in between yours. A tremor in your own breathing, legs raising up at his sides. Hand tracing the edges of his plastron down to where it narrowed, falling inside his pelvic bone.

Something there snags your attention. Another scar. This one thick and raised. Lying within the narrow space between natural armor and bone, always hidden from view beneath wrappings. It makes your heart clench in this moment. The knowledge that this injury in particular had to have been very bad causing tears to boil inside.

Leo's eyes snap up to yours as he sucks in a sharp breath. Uncertainty clouding his normally brilliant, clear gaze.

You push to sit up. He offers you no resistance, promptly sitting back on his heels. His hands falling away as you lean in. You can't help yourself. Even though is goes far past anything you've done with him before, you stretch down low. Press your lips firmly to this scar. Break away only to return for a second kiss.

He watches intently, still uncertain of your intentions. A bit of irritation coursing in his veins. He can sense your excitement. Smell your arousal. But there's heaviness there too. A sensation he just understands, even though he can't smell it or feel it. One he knows is tied to pain. When he's confident there shouldn't be any in this moment. And it confuses him.

"What are you doing?" he whispers. A hint of his agitation bleeding through.

"I'm sorry for everything this life has put you through, Leo. I wish I could - I wish I could take all that hurt away."

"So is that what this is? You trying to heal something you think is hurt?"

"It's me realizing how very real it is. The chance that I could lose you. It's my wish that - that my love alone could protect you from all of that."

The softening through Leo's entirety was palpable. Understanding washing away where he was growing rigid.

A finger softly curling around your chin tipped your head up to face him. He was smiling. Softly. Lovingly. "Your love does protect me from all that. It's what gives me a reason to train hard. To be vigilant. So that I can come back. To see you again."

Adding a slight bit of pressure encouraged you to lay back again, which you readily did. Strong hands slipped down to your wrists. Moved them above your head. One keeping them pinned in place. The other stroking along your cheek.

"No more talk of scars now, pet. I'm still very much alive. And eager to show you how badly I've wanted this."

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Seeing the wip to one of my favorite scenes 🤩

Seriously--smooth animation on weapons is what gets me super transfixed and is one of the reasons I adore both animation and stunt doubles. It's mystifying all on its own. But when added to action? ✨🤌🏽

1) Donnie’s my fav. 2) I had to study Krang for Restored so naturally, I started here.

This shot showed me how extensive the project would be, but I had fun figuring out its pipeline. I learned Krang’s design n how mystic fx can be approached.