i'm older now but i still don't know things (wish i could know things)

Headcanon that the boys were first introduced to Lou Jitsu through Splinter scrounging up an old movie to watch through a grainy projector. Splinter wanted to hype himself up at the time, to see a version of himself - however fictional - succeeding and being happy.

He watches, and smiles, mouthing along to the dialogue and outright whisper-shouting “HOT SOUUUP!” whenever it comes up.

Nestled in his lap are his four new sons, still learning the world around them and heavily reliant on their new father. They watch with wide eyes how lively their guardian looks, how happy he sounds, and they turn to watch the movie closely. Because, for as young as they were, they could recognize the source of their father’s joy.

So naturally, they come to associate Lou Jitsu with their father’s smile, and in turn, they feel happy themselves. To them, Lou Jitsu will always be a source of joy, and always make them smile, even if they forget why as they grow.

They’re not just movies for the four of them - they’re the distant memories of a warm lap and a smiling face.

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sometimes you just gotta click on AO3, type in fatin jadmani/leah rilke, sort by kudos, include the tag post-canon fix-it, and select completed works only

Okay, I just have to say it to anyone feeling isolated or picked on or like the Main Character standing against Amazon's Wot-Show wrongs: nobody is mad that you don't like the show. People have different opinions! Different expectations! In a series this long there's dozens of things people will disagree on in terms of importance and that is normal!

You know what nobody likes?

The condescending, holier-than-thou attitude of some individuals who don't like the show who have decided that It Is Actually Bad And Terrible and anyone who likes it is Wrong.

Who constantly invade show-friendly spaces, who review bomb, who basically act like five year olds having a tantrum in the middle of Target.

People who I'm sorry to say don't seem to understand that there's no one way to adapt a series. Think of it like the works of Shakespeare and move on with your day.

The way I'd do it is going to be different than the way you'd do it, which will be entirely different from the way a third person will do it. That doesn't make any of us wrong - and YET you get mad when reasonable people point out that when you say the show is an Evil Bad Wrong No Good Bad Adaptation Without Question you are discounting those of us who think it's honestly not bad.

And then those same people wrap themselves up in a mantle of hurt and victimhood because everybody is being mean to them! Nobody understands!

Honey, we understand talking to you about the show right now is like talking down some drunk guy in a Denny's parking lot who is screaming at the curb. You aren't making rational points. You are Big Mad and trying to make it the problem of anybody who doesn't think the way you do.

I know I've made an effort to be understanding and empathetic about it, I've tried to explain my reasons for enjoying the show while seeing the point of others who hate it, but I'm tired of only receiving "that's cute you think that but Actually I Am Correct still" in return.

There's no growth, no learning, no further understanding. At this point it's bitching to bitch while pretending to be the only one knowledgeable on the subject. It's screaming about "that's not what I'm asking for!" while, actually, the complaints you're making are very much asking for a perfect 1 to 1 adaptation or some secret third thing that remains a mystery to me.

Either way, I love ya'll, I love WOT, I hope like hell this is a taken as the I Don't Know What Else To Do intervention, come-to-maker post it's meant to be but if it's not and you're angry maybe think about why.

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Curious eyes and a stifled heart.

[Read left to right!]

“Oh you just want child free spaces cause you hate children and are using disability as an excuse waa” “oh children need to learn to socialize in public. Waah”

Love how every one of these posts fail to acknowledge that almost every case of a family place getting backlash for banning families did it cause parents kept allowing property damage. Not cause kids were “being kids”

Or they get mad at people saying there should just be more adult only spaces or adult only visitation times to locations. Which used to be a thing? I’m sure there was the equivalent of adult swim in museums and the like once upon a time. Probably the reason you are seeing “kids should be banned everywhere” posts, not that I’ve actually seen *any*, is that they are frustrated with there being no adult only spaces at all!!

And everybody being “kids need to be loud and learn to socialize”

1. Yes they need to be loud, in places where being loud is appropriate.

2. They need to learn “inside voice” and “sit still” too. And in the electronics age they should learn “wear headphones in public”.

3. They aren’t learning to socialize if parents don’t tell them to behave. They are learning they can do whatever they want and people being angry are just “mean”. That’s how you get Karen’s bestie.

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my one flaw is that i find cnc so appealing that i have a very hard time convincing anybody that i dont want it

I kind of hate the way mental illness is treated nowadays. Like it’s wonderful there’s less of a stigma around it but it’s been so normalized that no one takes it seriously anymore and everyone thinks they know how it works bc they watched a tiktok abt it once.

You can’t say that you have depression or anxiety because “everyone has that” so who gives a fuck?

OCD means nothing to anyone because “we’re all a little OCD amiright??” And the illness has been misrepresented and misunderstood for so long that no one understand how anyone with OCD could be suffering from it. (Hint: it isn’t keeping your room nice and organized)

Even Body Dysmorphia means jack shit because “no one likes how they look, we’re all insecure.” Like that even begins to cover the extent of the illness.

We’ve all had our sad spells, anxiety, little obsessions and self hate. What people don’t seem to understand is that all those experiences do not represent what it’s like to have the actual mental illness. Everyone experiences anxiety now and again, its part of being human. It’s when it starts interfering with your life— coming about randomly and incapacitating a person— that it becomes a disorder.

You’re not “a little OCD” because you like your room organized, and you definitely don’t know what it’s like for people who have actual OCD because you get sort of bugged when something’s out of place.

These mental illnesses can interfere with every aspect of a persons life. They’re life-altering. They’re not just fun little labels to prove how quirky and unique someone is.

I made the mistake of scrolling the dash last night, hoping to re-engage my Loki fandom feels, only to be reminded of why I've more or less quit this fandom - which, for the record, is bc I don't know if it's purity culture or "woke" culture or just "for the love of god, I'm begging you to touch grass" culture, but I'd like to engage with my blorbo without running into posts spouting takes like "saying Loki has small, slender hands is a feminization kink (and therefore bad)." Like?? I think there's something inherently anti-genderfluidity(?) to assume that men can't have small, slender hands or that having small, slender hands is automatically a feminine trait, and also Loki does have small, slender hands, and also even if it is being written as some kind of a kink, so what? Why are we kink-shaming?

I mean, I don't know, it just seems like there are more and more and more things that are being shamed, or criticized, based on an arbitrary sense of morality that undermines fiction as a creative, explorative form of art and it's just beyond exhausting - and fucking obnoxious - at this point.

So sorry if this is bothering you but so curious as well... why do you hate Guts?

Thanks for your time ❤

you’re not bothering me!

I think the simplest way to answer this is with one of Olivia’s own lyrics from pretty isn’t pretty when she sings “none of it matters and none of it ends” because. That is kind of her whole ethos about how life works. She believes that! And so her work, to me, is profoundly cynical and self-absorbed because it can’t point to anything bigger (none of it matters) so it revolves purely around her own feelings. It won’t ever situate itself in a wider picture. And I love whining in a song tbh. I love when an artist captures those uglier emotions —the discontent, the restlessness, the irritation, the blandness and staleness of it all and the railing against it—because those are all part of the human experience. I am continually shocked—it is shoCKING—by how many negative emotions I can and do experience over and over again. But it is thankfully against the backdrop of reality. My bad moods are something that can be so unpleasant to feel and so ugly to witness—I wrestle with how ugly and small my suffering is—but there is a way in which, all discourse about the validity of any and all of my feelings accounted for, those aren’t real. Just symptoms of my suffering and sometimes my convalescence (lol, love a symptom of convalescence) but reality is still always so much realer. It’s always ready to break in a million times a day; the beauty and sturdiness of reality, the texture of existence, as Flannery O’Connor once said, is always there and with enough time (and with patience and help and love) I can get back to contact with it. Not just the state of my own mind full of bitterness and worry and pain, endlessly stewing in its own unhappiness.

I am not good at that, it takes a lot to get me there. But I guess my point is—to circle back—Olivia’s music doesn’t try and doesn’t want to. Its scope is so narrow, every song no matter how pleasing at first eventually sours (lololololol) because it’s JUST rooted in her own experience, generally her own suffering. And there’s no sharpness or cleverness in the world (she can be both sharp and clever!) that can hide that lack of range. So you hear a song once—for me, it was brutal—-and you’re like YEAH. I recognize this kind of whininess because I’ve felt it before. There is something true to it! But the more she writes the more you watch her do it over and over again (sonically, too, she loves to speak-talk and tbh they’re just sub-par remixes of brutal) the more you start to be like “oh, is that it? We’re not going anywhere with this? There’s no turn or catharsis or bridge or anything that lifts us out of this even for a second?” and it’s just —blegh.

And the thing is there doesn’t even have to be, like, some triumphant girlboss victory where she feels better. I’m not saying her songs are bad because they’re sad and depressing. It’s that they establish no outside contact with reality. They are, for all her clever little film-noir references or whatever, only ever self-referential. And that gets old so fast no matter who is talking.

god my coworker is cool but they like constantly try to one up everything i say. i forget what exactly we were talking about but i mentioned how my family is irish and mexican and there's lots of alcoholism/ addiction. and they were like "yeah my dad's addiction is scary. he loves smoking and adds mint essential oil bc they don't sell menthols" or whatever and like um. well my dad's addiction killed him so

Absurd how someone might hold the time I reacted very poorly two years ago when someone who's been overly friendly and supportive to me blocked me out of blue against me, as an "evidence" that I am evil dangerous monster who is off to harm when I don't get my way (not exagerration, their hateful claims exactly as they are)

But then the same type of people will hear someone who slipped up a similar way go "shit sorry my [insert diagnosis] be damned" and act all supportive and understanding and willing to let this person struggle to do better. Shit like this is why I still stand on my ground that ableism will never, ever, EVER go away. There is just inherent hatred and hostility towards neurodivergent people, even from those with the same neurodivergency often. And people only put in effort to show empathy and compassion when they're given a concrete term/diagnosis/whatever. So, they won't show mercy unless restricted with the fear of being accused of ableism, and this is a BAD sign. You are not supposed to only show understanding and patience to "be a good ally" in the eyes of the public, you are supposed to do it because it is the RIGHT thing to do.

I MISSSSSS YOUUUUUUUU IMMGOIJG BACK HOME YO THE WEEEEET COAST

I WIIIISH YPU WOULDVE PUT YOURSELF IN MY SUIT CASE

A quick lunchtime fic, Kevin and Ben and some interests both mutual and not.

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Ben was not afraid to admit that his tastes in media weren’t so far flung as the rest of his social circle. Or at least his Earth-native social circle, Rook seemed to be about as bad as he was. As a massive sports fan going back generations, player of sports himself and cousin of athletes, when it came to anime specifically he was pretty much limited to various forms of sports and martial arts shows. One of the few times he and Gwen had been able to get along as small children was when they were plopped in front of Dragonball Z, and even that had always ended in arguing as they went to play and each tried to force the other to be Vegeta because he was a jerk.

(Just that last Christmas Ben had gotten his cousin a Vegeta ornament, special ordered off Etsy, only for her to retaliate with one of those roaches you saw at the zoo in his snack storage. It was one of the rare cases you saw her get an earful from Kevin.)

The point being, his anime knowledge was limited. Oh, his friends watched other things- turned out Manny had whole collections of narrative-driven series, and Cooper for one seemed to have watched every cartoon ever made on the planet- but Ben only the one real ‘athletics’ genre that he stuck to like a barnacle. It worked for him, but it also meant that when Kevin showed up for lunch in an anime hoodie it took him far too long to figure out what the anime in question was.

Wouldn’t have been so bad had Kevin not, mid-sentence, realized he was trying to pinpoint where he recognized the figures on the hoodie and immediately shut up to let him think. Because that ever helped, having your buddy sit there with his chin propped on his hand, looking at you like one might look at a pet that got itself ‘trapped’ on the other side of an open sliding glass door. Ben did work it out though, so there, pointing at the image wit a furrowed brow and

“Sailor Moon?”

“Yep!” Kevin face nearly split with a grin as Ben smiled at his success and his friend’s good mood.

“Where did you even find one in your size, you’re like five-hundred feet tall and the size of a bus.”

“You just say that because you’re short,” came the pretty much expected teasing response. “G found it, figured I’d like it.” Rolling his eyes, Ben chuckled fondly. Of course, how could he have even considered otherwise. She’d probably been looking for one for herself, and now he wouldn’t be surprised to see it.

“You know we’re at war with the Sailor Moon fans.” With a fake gasp Kevin clapped his hand to his chest.

“Are you doubting my loyalty to the Sumo Slammers franchise?” Ben crossed his arms and leaned back, schooling his face into a more severe expression as he gazed down his nose at him.

“You are wearing the enemy’s image.” Squaring his shoulders, Kevin mimicked his stance and expression.

“And what’s to say I’m not a double agent?” He couldn’t help it, Ben’s expression broke with a small smile.

“But a double agent for who,” he asked, smile widening as Kevin leaned in with a smirk and flash of teeth.

“You’ll never know.” There was half a beat, then in near unison the two broke into loud laughter. Ben kicked at Kevin’s leg, while Kevin stole a few of his fries.

“Traitor,” he muttered, setting Kevin laughing again. “Speaking of, when do you think they’ll announce the next game? It’s been a while…” Shaking his head, Kevin tore into his sandwich.

“Soon, hopefully. At least give us a spin-off or something, we’re dying…”