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Awakening Ch.1

Rated M for Mature

If ya recognize it, it ain't mine.

Chapter 1

Donnie’s POV

There she is, lying in bed, on her stomach, in nothing but her green cotton undies, her long, trim legs and perfectly sculpted back exposed to the cool air of her room. I can’t help this tightening in my groin or my racing heart as I glide my hands along the length of her. I start at her ankles and slowly drag my hands up her form, skimming over her perfect ass to her strong back and into her very short, dark hair. My nails graze her hips, earning me a throaty moan.

I want to rip her undies off and take her right now, but I know I need to wait. I move back down to her ankles and tease my way back up to her neck, nipping and gently scratching as I go. Gods, her skin feels so soft in my hands. I know she likes what I am doing because she is moaning my name. She smells like candy I just want to devour.

I whisper in her ear, nipping the delicate skin under the lobe, “Tell me, my Queen. Tell me.”

Shivers run up her spine and I feel like a god, that I can make her do that. I hear her moan, again, as she squirms to ease her own ache. She moves perfectly and I feel fire running through my veins. I want nothing more than to bury myself in her, to make my goddess scream my name.

“Donnie! Wake Up!”

My eyes shot open to my older brother, Raphael, standing over me. He smiles and says, “Master Splinter says meditation time is over; time for breakfast. Oh! And Leo blew up the toaster again.”

“Fuck! Again! That’s the third time this week! Leo,” I shout as I get up.

Suddenly, my big brother looks and sounds a little awkward when he says, “Hot dream, huh,” as he puts his large fists on his hips.

“Wha,” I start as I turn to him.

“Look down,” he chuckles and walks away.

I look down to see the definite bulge in my khaki work pants. “Aw, son-of-a-bitch!”

When I finally make it to breakfast, Mikey starts in about whom I was dreaming about. This drags me into a lecture from Leo; who, then, ropes me into a stern talking to from my father…about women and sex. It’s a discussion we have already had at least a dozen times. Usually I just sit there, respectfully silent, but for some reason, today I opened up.

“Dad, I have spent half my life dreaming of her. I was 14 the first time. The way sunlight lights up her blue green eyes, the gentle wave in her silky chestnut hair before she cut it off. The way the sun loves her skin, turning it a delectable caramel color. After a few years, I knew everything about her. From the way she takes her coffee to the way she smells after her shower; like lavender. I know where the scar on the back of her head is from (a fight with a cousin years ago); why she walks different at night than during the day. I watched the dew of creation under her skin while she carried her children. I know she fought like hell to keep her oldest son in for 10 months and then fought like hell to get him out. I know everything but where she is.

See, Dad, my brothers have it wrong. They think I am an insomniac, but it’s more that I can’t sleep without the despair settling in. Hell, half the time when I sleep I feel her. It’s also why I put off meditating as long as I can. I feel her strong, gentle hands on me, her sweet, soft, skin under my own, and her gentle breath panting on my neck as I pin her down. I am afraid to sleep because I know I will lose myself in her, even from this far. So, I force myself to stay awake. If I work myself into exhaustion, I can actually sleep without seeing her, and it gives me a few days where it doesn’t hurt quite as bad. I work so hard in my lab to keep from feeling the distance. A part of me is somewhat afraid to physically hold her, even though we both know it would be perfection.

Yesterday, she let me hear a song called The Distance by some Danish band she likes. I agreed it was kind of our situation. And she does have my name written all over her heart; well, an old name, to be fair. I feel her, her joys, her sorrows through whatever this is; when all she needs is me. When the only thing she wants is to know where I am and when I will find her; like I promised her I’d do.

There are dreams that suck. Don’t get me wrong, Dad, most of the dreams suck, but the two that are the most sucktastic are the fog and her dying. Promising her I would find her as she died in my arms. The fog keeps us from finding one another, but at the very end, I find her, and I just can’t reach her; something keeps me stuck right where I stand, while her feet are tied to the earth. There are just a few inches between our fingertips, but it feels like lightyears.

I can smell her sometimes, when the breeze is just right. I hear her voice, calling me a name I’d know anywhere, when no one is in the lab. I feel her reassuring touch when I get scared or frustrated. It’s normally in the exact same spot every time; a gentle caress on the back of my head. Dad, I think I am going crazy.”

My father just smiled, “You are not going crazy, my son. Some people are fated to be together. I believe this woman to be your fate. Do not lose hope, Don,” he said as he put his hand on my shell.

“It hurts, Dad,” I choked out as I removed my glasses to scrub at my eyes, attempting to relieve the misty dewiness that had suddenly pooled there.

“I know, my son. But she will arrive in the most unexpected of ways and times. Just remember that the Creator only puts things in your path that She believes you can handle. Do not lose faith. Now, I go to tea with the Daimyo.” And with that, he left.

For a moment, I prayed, once again, to every god I could think of, that they would see fit to send her to me or me to her as the soul deep pain alit again. I sat still for a minute to try to reel it all back in so my brothers didn’t know just how much pain I was in without my Ghost.

A few hours later, I was sitting with my brothers, trying to watch a movie when there was a bright light and the sound of someone falling off of something low to the concrete. As the light dissipated; there she was, lying there in an oversized t-shirt and plaid, flannel boxers. My goddess was here, and bleeding on the floor.

I saw Leo jump up at the same time I scrambled for her. He started asking questions faster than I could answer him. ”Where did she come from? Why is she here? Who is she? Don, what’s wrong with her?”

“Leo,” Raph growled. “Back off and let him check her out.”

After checking her breathing and her heart, I sat back, placing her glasses on the sofa table. “She is ok, just knocked out. I’d like to know how she got the black eyes. It’s just a bloody nose and her dentures. As for all your other questions, Leo; I don’t know, I don’t know, and MINE,” I snarled.

That made my brothers jump.

“Easy, Donnie,” Mikey said. “We just want to be sure she’s ok. So, this is her? She has dentures?”

I nodded and gathered her up in my arms. “Yes, Mike, this is my Wolf. She had to have them. There was some shoddy dental work done, along with starvation rations during key times, so she lost them all.” I said as I laid her on the couch on her stomach. I gently touched her cheek, only for her to instinctively relax and gently smile.

“She doesn’t look like much,” Leo said.

I smiled, “Looks can be deceiving, big brother; she’s got a core stronger than steel, and she is smart and clever as all get out.” My hand trailed through her short and soft dark hair, as I near willed her awake. My brothers went to the kitchen and I knelt down next to her, gently placing a kiss in her hairline. Then, I went into the kitchen to talk to Leo about the toaster.

About an hour later, she still hadn’t woken up yet and my brothers and I were all getting antsy.

“Why isn’t she awake yet,” Leo asked.

“Chill, Leo. I don’t understand why she isn’t awake yet but she could be exhausted. All her vital signs are normal. Other than the obvious, nothing’s wrong, Leo.”

A/N--Exactly whats on ffn. Don is 28.

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Love Comes and Goes

Dear whoever the fuck is listening,

My boyfriend, let’s just call him J, of almost a year and a half broke up with me (over FaceTime might I add) last Wednesday. I normally have a cute little leather journal I write my thoughts in, but he bought that for me on our anniversary a few months ago so that is off limits at this time.

J and I had been together since July of 2018, which doesn't seem that long when I type it out, but honestly felt like forever. He was not in school with me but only lived about a 35 minute drive away, so it wasn’t like it was long distance. I saw him just about every weekend and during breaks we were attached at the hip. I believed we were surely going to move-in together, get married, have babies, etc. I believed this because he promised me these things.

We had a love that felt like a movie. I found him when I wasn't even looking for someone. Every day with him almost felt surreal. J was absolutely my best friend on the planet and I think that's why this one hurts so bad. I feel like I’ve lost a best friend. Taking down our pictures was like attending a funeral. He used to say things like “the relationship is on your terms” and “if anyone is going to be breaking up with anyone, it’s going to be you because I would never let someone as amazing as you get away from me”. I could read him like a book and I always knew what he was thinking. I loved him with my entire being, Still do I guess.

When he broke up with me, he told me he didn’t love me anymore. He had been “faking it” for two weeks. Just to give you an idea, we talked on the phone at LEAST once a day and every single day in that two weeks he told me he loved me more than anything and was very excited to see me. I wasn’t sure it was possible that you could one day just wake up and suddenly not love someone anymore. Even now, i’m still not so sure.

I’ve been through a breakup before. My previous breakup actually ended on worse terms than this one. The last guy cheated on me! Somehow, this one feels so much worse. Even though the reason we broke up could’ve been this huge dramatic reason, it wasn’t. He just stopped loving me. I can't hate this man for not loving me anymore. Sometimes, I even wish he did something worse so I could hate him. Sometimes I wish that he had cheated on me or was on hard core drugs or something crazy because it would be so much easier to move on. I could even say “he wasn’t good enough for me anyway!”.

But he was good for me. J made me the happiest I have ever been in my whole life. The relationship was honestly so amazing and he treated me very well which is why it was such a shock that suddenly he didn't want me anymore.

He told me that he still cares about me and truly wants me in his life still. I believe him. He is, and has been, my best friend for a very long time and I know that's what I miss the most. That, and the routine of it all. The daily “Good morning” texts, the days where we would stay in and watch stand-up on Netflix for hours, the weekly Huddle House dates where we knew each other’s order by heart. The little things. Those were the things that stick in your brain forever. Those are the things you remember forever. I know and hope that eventually I can get over this enough to contact him again and stay in touch but I told him I need time. I need time to process, grieve, and move on.

He also told me that he wished he met me later in life. He claims he didn’t want to be tied down. I call bullshit on that though because it wouldn’t have taken a year and 4 months to realize you don’t want to be committed to someone. I know that it was obviously something else (he has a lot of family shit going on for example) that made him turn me away but his pride and manhood is too precious to tell me the real reason.

However, I know that one day, if fate has it and we meet again when we are both single and ready, I don’t think I would mind getting back together with him. (as long as he finally owns up to why he broke up with me in the first place) He really was a good boyfriend and I think with time and maturity we actually could work. I will not, under any circumstances, wait for him though. Don’t worry I am not that crazy lol. If we meet again and I have found someone else that treats me even better, or I feel as though he hasn’t matured enough then there is no point in rekindling an old love that didn’t work in the first place.

I’m feeling pretty lost at this moment. Haven’t really been eating or sleeping properly. I know how unhealthy that is but I physically can’t help it. I feel like someone is stepping on my chest with a steel-toed boot and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I’m falling behind in school and losing all motivation to even try. I cry a lot. My heart is in tatters.

I shouldn’t let some guy ruin my life. My mom says I need to go through the grieving process. I shouldn't be afraid to cry and get it all out because the sooner I do, the sooner I can move on. So that’s what I am doing. I am writing this out in hopes to help get this weight off my chest and I am staying away from social media for as long as possible.

Sorry this was so long. Hopefully lengthy journal entires won’t be normal.

That’s all for now.

Gab

October 14th, 2019. 3:07 AM.

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Critics assemble: our writers pick their favorite superhero films

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Critics assemble: our writers pick their favorite superhero films

Batman v Superman v Captain America v all of the X-Men. Which cape-wearing, civilian-saving adventures are worth cheering?

Given the repetitive influx of superhero films in recent years, youd be forgiven for wanting very little to do with anything involving a cape, a mask and a post-credits teaser for a long time. But wait, the R-rated Wolverine sequel Logan hits cinemas this week and critics agree that its worth getting over yourself for.

Many are saying it will join the ranks of the all-time greats but what else should be on this list? Here are seven of the best from Guardian writers.

The Incredibles

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Was 2004 the superheroes annus mirabilis? That was when Marvel Studios initiated its ambitious plan to self-finance its movies, buy back the rights to characters such as Iron Man and the Incredible Hulk, and begin the 21st-century wave of superhero films, hugely popular with the public, but often patronised and dismissed the way westerns used to be.

But something else happened in 2004: the release of Pixars glorious animated superhero homage The Incredibles. Thats a film which doesnt fit easily into the superhero fanbase-constituency, and is part of neither the Marvel nor DC tribe (unless you count the fact that Pixar, like Marvel, is part of Disney). And Im conscious that in calling it a homage I may even now be denying it full superhero-film status. But a brilliant superhero film is what it is riffing on the X-Men and Fantastic Four with superb characters, a great supervillain, a terrific story and a sharp satiric theme on the subject of excellence, and the nature of risk, jeopardy and the state.

Mr Incredible (voiced by Craig T Nelson) is a lantern-jawed, barrel-chested superhero who plies his trade in the 1940s, the superheroes postwar first-generation comic book heyday. He is fighting alongside his fiancee, Elastigirl (Holly Hunter). When a member of the public sues him for preventing his suicide, it triggers a legal nightmare forcing the government to outlaw superheroism and to relocate supers to other cities with new identities and bland normality. Twenty years later, he and Elastigirl have suburban lives and he works in insurance a nightmarish perversion of his former calling. They have two kids whose superpowers they have to conceal at school. But then a new villain emerges with a secret connection to the Incredibles past, forcing them to reclaim their vocation and their destiny.

It is rightly celebrated for the superhero costumire, Edna Mode, voiced by the director and writer, Brad Bird, who thinks that capes are a bad idea and is passionately committed to her contemporary vision: I never look back, darling; it distracts from the now. There is a wonderful passage on the phenomenon of supervillains monologuing huge third-act set-piece speeches in which the villains talk about themselves and their awful vision.

Actually, in 2017, the non-talky streamlined all-action superhero film is pretty much against both capes and monologuing and also against Edna Modes injunction against looking back. Superhero films love origin myths, elaborate retro sequences from the past and all-around ancestor worship.

But as it happens, and incredible as it may sound, The Incredibles has a brilliant action sequence, as exciting as anything in any live-action superhero film or action film. Elastigirl and the two kids are flying in their plane to an island from which the errant Mr Incredible has sent a distress signal. Then she is attacked by rockets. The subsequent chase scene and midair explosion are absolutely nail-biting.

It is witty, smart, visually ravishing, and its generic insights are celebratory, not derisive. What a great superhero film. PB

Batman

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I have to be honest: I am not the worlds biggest superhero movie fan. Put another way, when they took off in the late 80s, I thought they were a fad that would blow over in a few years; more fool me. In fact, the elevation to ever-prolonging ubiquity is one of the great mysteries of contemporary cinema: how this genre, that for years was considered only good for doltish teens, and treated with equivalent lack of respect, has steadily evolved into the mainstay of the global film industry. Be that as it may, I prefer the funny, candy-coloured type of superhero movie (Spider-Man, Thor, Deadpool) rather than the furrowed-brow earnestathons (Batman Begins, Captain America, Man of Steel) Ive never seen a superhero movie weighty or nuanced enough to justify the heavy-duty treatment.

But as films as opposed to moving comic-books superhero movies tend to fall down pretty hard. There are great sequences, brilliant set pieces, very nice shots but they rarely hold together, still less allowing actual narrative subtlety to intrude on the scene-shifting. The first and still, by my reckoning, only time that a superhero movie seemed way ahead of everything else was the first Tim Burton Batman, from 1989. A tour de force of design, cinematography, and cinematic texture, it was light years ahead of (the nevertheless highly enjoyable) Superman films that had blazed the superhero trail in the 1970s and 80s. Burtons brilliance was to make everything else look redundant and in many ways, nothing has changed since. AP

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

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Heres a conspiracy theory: someone at the Academy purposefully shuffled those envelopes to detract from the much bigger scandal earlier in the evening: the snubbing of Garry Shandling in this years Oscars In Memoriam montage. I hope my choice of the Marvel movie in which he cameos as a sinister Hydra disciple will go some way to righting this wrong.

Shandlings 15-second appearance in this sequel to the first film featuring the weed who becomes the most fantastic hunk is one of my chief reasons for picking it; the other is its literally the only superhero movie I can ever really remember enjoying.

This is obviously a personal deficit, but perhaps it is, actually, a better superhero movie than most? There are terrific action sequences, for a start: that initial heist, fuelled with sexual tension between the Cap and the Black Widow, plus the most wonderful punch-up in a lift. Plus, vegetables to accompany all that meat and beef: a properly thought-provoking investigation of the morals of surveillance and the ethics of vigilantism in a democratically accountable society.

But perhaps what really clinched it for me as an Avengers movie I could get along with was the relative dearth of Robert Downey Jr. The more you can minimise this man, the more I shall like any movie. CS

Thor: The Dark World

Photograph: Allstar/Marvel Studios/Sportsphoto Ltd/Allstar

Many are hailing Logan for stretching the boundaries of what a superhero movie can be. Its dramatic, fervid, and realistic in its violence. But lets not do away with whats core to comics culture: deep, dank nerdery that ought not be allowed to see daylight.

I love comic books rich in lore and steeped in mythos, swirling in and out of realms with names impossible to spell. Thor: The Dark World stuffs two handfuls of delicious dorkiness into its maw, one rich in fantasy, the other in science fiction. Is the Asgardian bio-bed a quantum field generator or a Soul Forge? The answer, of course, is that it is both.

Thor: The Dark World has portals and Kronan Rock Men and invisible spaceships and a ray that can curl you up into a singularity and zap you into another dimension. A liquid totem called the Aether is almost in Malekith the Dark Elfs nefarious grasp, just in time for the quinquennial cosmic event known as the Convergence. Oh, God, I need to stop typing and grab my asthma inhaler, this sort of talk gets me all worked up.

In the middle of all this, theres the bickering romance between the sharp and sweet doctor played by Natalie Portman and her hunky blonde blue-eyed spaceman, Thor. When they reunite during a battle, the first thing she does is yell at him for never calling. When they visit Thors realm, Dr Foster quickly bonds with Thors mother. They may as well be eating intergalactic coffee cake. And there are still some who say mixed marriages cant work?!?

Thor: The Dark World is a rush of Absolute Comics mainlined direct to my amygdala, with a profound purity that few other modern superhero movies allow themselves. It is Worthy. JH

The Dark Knight

Photograph: Allstar/Warner Bros

While Batman Begins was a refreshingly coherent, mature and dark-hued film about the Caped Crusader (a relief after the eye-punishing gaudy excess of Batman & Robin), it was far from a masterpiece.

There was a major villain problem (a somewhat gimmicky last act switcheroo that didnt quite have the required impact) and a major Katie Holmes problem (needs no explanation) and as a result, it was a promising franchise-restarter but not the home run we might have hoped for. Three years later, Christopher Nolan returned, lessons learned and homework done, with a sequel that rose far above its generic peers and, despite the creation of the hero-packed DC and Marvel universes since, it easily remains unsurpassed.

The Dark Knight moves like a fiendish thriller, one that confidently pushes the boundaries of the superhero genre in a way that comic book fans may be familiar with but which for cinema-goers such as myself was a revelation. Its a breathtakingly brutal film, packed with staggering PG-13 violence and a bleak worldview thats unrelenting, grounding fantastical characters and situations in a world that, for once, is depressingly easy to relate to.

That villain problem? Easily fixed. The casting of Heath Ledger in the role of the Joker might have been initially unpopular with fans, who couldnt envision his leading man looks buried under cartoonish makeup, but his performance was dynamite, an Oscar-winning fireball of anger and anarchy. That Katie Holmes problem? Replaced. Maggie Gyllenhaal added depth and a genuine emotional connection which led to the shocking finale carrying even greater weight. Its one of the rare examples of a superhero film where each devastating act of violence or aggression has a lasting impact. In Nolans Gotham City, life and death both mean something.

It might be to blame for the dreary drudgery thats bogged down many ensuing superhero adventures but it remains a ruthlessly entertaining example of just how daring and necessary the genre can be. BL

Watchmen

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It may be difficult to credit given Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice recently picked up a gaggle of Razzies, but Zack Snyder was once seen as the coming man of comic book movies. His 2009 adaptation of Alan Moores sprawling graphic novel about an alternative 1980s in which Nixon remains in power and superheroes are real remains a high point of the film-makers career and proof that given a decent script, he is capable of producing eye-popping cinema beyond that of most his contemporaries.

The bravura opening montage, set to the strains of Bob Dylans The Times They Are A Changin, is unequalled in comic book movies. The casting is impeccable: Jackie Earl Haley has never been better than as the hardboiled, morally immovable vigilante Rorschach, a gurning, spitting man out of time whose psychological torment is written on his face whether wearing that famous mask or not. Patrick Wilson is wonderfully understated as the taciturn Nite Owl, a superhero who looks like an accountant with middle-aged spread, while Jeffrey Dean Morgan is perfect as the leering, sneering, cigar-smoking alpha male scumbag the Comedian, a role which surely won him the part of the villain Negan in The Walking Dead.

Naysayers argue that Watchmen is too close to its source material, bar a sensibly altered denouement. But Moores story is so epic in scale and splendid in its unexpectedly detailed rendering of the inner psyches of costumed crimefighters that Snyder was really only required to add visual flare. If there is a Citizen Kane of superhero movies, this is indisputably it. BC

X-Men: Days of Future Past

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The best thing about this time traveling entry into the vast annals of X-Men history is the absolute disregard Bryan Singer had for newcomers. If you hadnt been paying attention to his line of mutant entertainment over the last decade or so, youd feel a bit like Kyle Reese being spat out into 1984 with no clothes and no idea what was happening. That slightly manic pace, which feels like its borrowed from a daytime soap opera, plus the period costume and references to Vietnam, Nixon and the height of 70s cold war paranoia made this a strangely daring superhero film.

Instead of something that tried to set out the basic idea of what the X-Men were and what they were all about a concept most grandmothers could probably grasp by now this just got straight into the internal machinations of a group that makes the EU look harmonious. Of course, the old themes of good and evil doing battle, and overcoming personal demons (in this case addiction for Professor X) are there, but it was delivered in a knowingly strange way. You could even argue the hectic feel and funny but slightly smug lines set the stage for the least superhero-y superhero of them all, Deadpool. Singer knew fans were au fait with the concept of time travel, and would love to see Magneto and Professor X as their younger selves, so he threw it all into a blender and Days of Future Past came out like a perfectly mixed bit of superhero bechamel. LB

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Critics assemble: our writers pick their favorite superhero films

Batman v Superman v Captain America v all of the X-Men. Which cape-wearing, civilian-saving adventures are worth cheering?

Many are saying it will join the ranks of the all-time greats but what else should be on this list? Here are seven of the best from Guardian writers.

The Incredibles

Photograph: HO/Reuters

It is witty, smart, visually ravishing, and its generic insights are celebratory, not derisive. What a great superhero film. PB

Batman

Photograph: Allstar/Warner Bros/Sportsphoto Ltd/Allstar

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Photograph: Moviestore/Rex

Thor: The Dark World

Photograph: Allstar/Marvel Studios/Sportsphoto Ltd/Allstar

Thor: The Dark World is a rush of Absolute Comics mainlined direct to my amygdala, with a profound purity that few other modern superhero movies allow themselves. It is Worthy. JH

The Dark Knight

Photograph: Allstar/Warner Bros

While Batman Begins was a refreshingly coherent, mature and dark-hued film about the Caped Crusader (a relief after the eye-punishing gaudy excess of Batman & Robin), it was far from a masterpiece.

It might be to blame for the dreary drudgery thats bogged down many ensuing superhero adventures but it remains a ruthlessly entertaining example of just how daring and necessary the genre can be. BL

Watchmen

Photograph: Clay Enos/Photo by Clay Enos

X-Men: Days of Future Past

Photograph: Allstar/20th Century Fox