Okay so, LISTEN-

I CAN'T HELP IT, HE'S THE PERFECT MAN

AAAAA KYLE

why dose no one talk about 1987 CASEY JONES?!?!

He beats up folks for J-walking in a crop top. That Man is fricking insane, the turtles have to keep the bastard on a leash. He wants to cause so much property damage but only to criminals but littering makes you fair game.

So Paramount doesn't want a Casey Jones Movie because they Thought its Too Dark and Violent BUT they also Allow The Last Ronin Movie, yeah okay...

(And I'm just gonna be Really Mad and Salty at Paramount for Cancelling the Casey Jones Movie instead of Watching TMNT The Last Ronin if they did not get Cancelled too)

leitmotifs never get old to me like holy shit dude there’s this melody that corresponds to this one guy and if you hear the melody it means the guy is there. holy shit. and sometimes it refers to ideas too not just guys. has anyone heard about this

🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

It's spooky month where is all the art of THEM!!!!

LIKE CMON GUYS

I did an April versions of these and of course I had to also make some Casey userboxes!

Don’t interact or use these if your a pr0shipper or tc*st shipper your not welcome here

shrugs

Battle Nexus fic part two?!

sorry this took me so long,,

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The man’s body swayed back and forth on their Co-worker’s shoulder. They couldn’t get the small human out of their head, the one that claimed to be The Subject’s younger sibling. She reminded them so much of.. of their own sibling. It was uncanny, actually, how similar the two were. They couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for The Subject at that thought. They quickly brush it off, and continue with their assignment.

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Casey awoke in a manner similar to how he would normally. His vision was blurred, his movements were slow, and he let out a low groan. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Where was he? The light piercing his eyes wasn’t the soft sunlight that he was accustomed to peeking through the curtains, but a harsh artificial glow from a small orb on the ceiling.

Memories flooded through his head, and he panicked. He sat up, just now recognizing the harsh air that seeped into his skin. Speaking of, there was nothing covering him. He was completely bare on a cold table composed of a strange material, surrounded by curved white walls and various orbs of light. He looked down, only to find and abundance of hair on his body and two fully healed scars below his pectoral muscles. What? How long was he asleep? Heart pounding in his ears, he jumps off the table, feeling more exposed than he ever has.

A wall shifts, revealing a strange being. They were almost identical to the beings that took Casey, and he stepped back. He brought his fists to his face, stance tense and ready to fight. The being let out a garbled sigh, shaking their head. “Sit. I have brought food, you will need to conserve your energy.” He raises an eyebrow at them, fists lowering slightly. They showed no sign of wanting a fight, and there was a slight flicker of sympathy in their deep navy eyes. Casey lowered his hands, letting his eyes narrow as he backs to the table.

“That fighting spirit will be useful, do not waste it on your caretaker.” Casey looks at them, feeling the rumble of their voice deep in his core. It was like sitting next to a bass boosted speaker. They motion to him, and a decent-sized orb floats to his side. It pops like a bubble once it’s resting safely on the table, revealing a strange dish of multicolored mush. Casey furrows his eyebrows at the wonderful scent wafting from the plate, but grabs a provided spoon and carefully takes a bite. It was like nothing he had ever tasted before, but good enough that his stomach rumbled in response. How long had it been since he last ate? Either way, he carefully shoveled the mixture into his mouth.

“You must be confused.” The deep voice spoke again, prompting a questioning hum from Casey. “You have been selected by Mother to compete in her Battle Nexus, on account of your strange but apparent skill in combat.” They continue, placing two fingers on one of their wristbands. They swipe up, revealing a holograph of Casey, during one of their battles against the Triceratons. “While this skill by no means extraordinary compared to that of your peers and species, it is the fact that you, the only human of your peer group, managed to keep up with the group of multiple alien species, of whom are naturally stronger and more capable than your own. You contributed just as much as others in the ways that you could, of which resulted in you assisting in the saving of your earth multiple times.”

Casey had finished his meal by the time they had finished, and was sitting with an ankle crossed over his knee. “So.. i’m cool?” He says, a smirk creeping onto his face. The being raises the area where their eyebrows would be, and continue to scroll through holographic footage of his various battles. “In simpler terms, yes. Mother was quite impressed with you, and saw you a fit competitor. A pureblood human that can hold their own in a fight without formal training is quite rare to find, so me and my team were dispatched to retrieve you.” At the mention of his kidnapping, Casey narrowed his eyes. “Why not just ask me to come with? The guns weren't exactly the most welcoming sight.” The Caretaker just lets out another garbled sigh, and pinches between their eyes. “I informed the team to have a much more civil approach, but my second in command did not pass on my orders as intended. I am afraid it has resulted in some mental affliction in your younger sibling.” Casey stiffened at that. “What did you do with my sister?” He narrowed his eyes, and the beings eyes softened in response. He furrows his brows, why do they look so melancholy?

“While your sister is safe, i do believe your retrieval was.. traumatic for her. I removed her myself, and- oh, don’t look at me like that. I ensured i afflicted no damage to her while bringing her to the street below. I attempted to explain the situation to her gently, but she was on the verge of hysterical.”

A silence overtook the room after that, Casey pulling his knees to his chest. The Caretaker gazed at him, sympathy pulling at their heart. “She did not stop fighting me until i set her down. You and she share the same fighting spirit.” Casey lets out a huff at that, rolling his hair between his fingers. “Yeah, that sounds like my sister.” A pause. “What is she gonna do?” A beat passes. “I do not know.”

The air was quiet, the only noise being the soft ruffling of Casey’s hair as he fiddles with it.

“She.. Angel, as you call her, she reminds me of my own younger sibling.” Casey raises his head, gazing curiously at his companion. They fiddle with a small chain hanging from their neck, staring off. “Yeah?”

“Yes. They died in battle no longer than what would be three human years ago.” Casey lets out a puff of air, uncurling himself and holding out a hand. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what i would do if i lost Angie.” The Caretaker takes a deep breath, and takes his hand in theirs. “Thank you. I have not fully healed, but i am well on my way.” Casey smiles sadly at them, and for a split second, they give him a soft smile back. Casey rubs his thumb along their soft scales, giving a kind smile. Stillness fills the air, with only the sound of Casey's soft breathing. After a moment, The being heaves out a sigh. They stand up, releasing Casey's hand and turning to the hologram. Casey looks at them curiously.

With a sharp intake of breath, they place a hand over their wristband and deflate. "You are to be transported to mother's quarters." Casey stands up, and stretches. After a moment, he replies : "Am I gonna have to stay naked?"

in the google doc. straight up "writing it". and by "it", haha, well. let's justr say. Nothing

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