#best intentions

[idontmatter2you]

[liberated-lilith]

A response to this morning’s anon. I’m not going to post your ask, but I’m sorry my aura dragged you back to this place, it can be a hellscape or a dreamscape. I suppose I could be referring to Tumblr and my aura in the same sense 😅

And maybe it’s an incantation or maybe it’s discernment. Maybe a little of both.

[jbe200]

[holystressresponsebatman]

Okay, so, I’ve seen other people post about this quite a bit—but it’s always bothered me how, in the season 1 finale, Splinter tells Leo that he has to save the world and that nothing else matters, blah blah blah, including that bit about sacrifice and junk and I just.

Why.

Why would you say that to your Teenage Son—who you know would do anything to protect his brothers? Who had already been shown to have those self-sacrificing tendencies in “Follow the Leader”?

Just makes you think about some things…

And I will never be one to suggest that Splinter is a bad father (because have you seen the way he interacts with his sons??). Like yes, he’s old fashioned and his wording can seem stilted or distant at times, but c’mon people! He makes sure to spend time with each of them individually. He is constantly helping Raph work through his anger issues, gets Donnie to see that his brothers rely on him more than for his intelligence and what he can make, makes Mikey see that being a goofball with a tender heart can be a good thing, and helps Leo see that not every decision needs to be made alone and/or at his own expense.

Yes, Splinter does make it clear to Leo that his brothers’ safety is of the utmost importance when they leave the lair, but at no point in time does he say that Leo is less important than his brothers or that he wants Leo to sacrifice himself!! Leo reads into the messages way too much in the moment (or perhaps doesn’t read into them enough??) and makes decisions that HE thinks are for the best.

[tomsmusictaste]

And there's gotta be, gotta be something more than this

We Are The In Crowd // Exits And Entrances

[gumnut-logic]

Sweetapple (Part 3 - Bit 2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - Bit 1, Bit 2

Still @flyboytracy​​ ‘s fault. ::hugs you silly again::

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight​​ for reading and all her knowledge.

I am so sorry. I had meant to post this and more last night. Heh, I meant to write more tonight. But guess who is coming down with the lurgy both my kids have now had? I guess I will have more time since I won’t be able to go to work ::sigh:: And work is so busy at the moment, aaargh.

So tonight I can only post this little bit, breaking Part 3 into three or more bits now. I do have a tiny little bit more written, hopefully a lead in to more writing at some point tomorrow.

::hugs the lots of you:: Thank you for you patience and I hope this makes yesterday’s offering Feel a little bit better. More to come. ::hugs::

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He learnt a lot about Tracy Industries in the following weeks.

Some days there were huddles of paparazzi out the front of the building. A possible indication of a Tracy on one of the upper floors. It appeared that Tracy Industries security had every inch of Tracy Industries property marked out by the millimetre and would toss anyone unwanted the moment they attempted to cross the boundary.

Alex wore his ID religiously…in his pocket. There was no way he was going to invite questions from the media by simply being a part of the Tracy Industries family.

Because family it was. From Exec to all the staff, no matter their vocation in all the building.

Hell, he caught the librarian doing a Scott Tracy salute to one of the interns from catering.

It didn’t matter who you were, you were part of it.

When they said together, they meant it.

Work still happened, because this was a place of employment, but yellow bunting suddenly appeared in the tea room and around the entire banister of the mezzanine on level four, and every window on forty and forty-four.

And the stories! Suddenly, everyone had a memory of Gordon Tracy.

Alex, of course, had never met the man. With the general blackout of information on the four younger brothers, their interaction with the media was guarded.

Jeff Tracy had always been secretive and protective of his kids and had stood between them and the media all his life.

Until he was lost.

Then, almost like a phoenix, Scott Tracy, a man who shared so much likeness in both looks and manner with his father, rose from the ashes of that explosion.

That same natural charisma inherited from his father caught the company in its loss and drove it to greater heights than it had ever seen.

Sure, he had spread the burden amongst his brothers, the board, and the executive staff - there was only so much time in the day and so much energy given a man, but it was his leadership, his example that drove the team to reach higher.

There was a strong bond between the company and the Tracy family.

And Aotearoa was the closest in distance to their secret island somewhere in the Pacific.

TI Aotearoa was where the Tracy brothers attended the most.

And Gordon Tracy had left a mark.

All the stories spoke of laughter and professionalism. Apparently, the man managed to excel at both. He had been in the military and, of course, everyone knew about the 2056 Olympics, so out of all the younger brothers, he was the one the public knew the best.

The love and loyalty in the building was phenomenal.

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[howifeltabouthim]

I try not to hate anyone . . . but I can't seem to stop myself—I still hate her.

Catherine Lacey, from Biography of X

[aesthetically0b5essed]

We lost ourselves. Lost our dream. In the pursuit of great, we failed to do good.