What if... What if baby Kakashi accidentally acquired a favorite song?

Like... A pop song? The kind that gets stuck in your head and makes you want to dance? Like, maybe he got a little portable radio for his birthday? (very good gift since a radio can be used for keeping up to date with news and maybe even intercept coded enemy messages on a lucky day?) But then, one day he accidentally tunes in to a music station and gets exposed to whatever dance hit is at the top of the charts that day in the land of Fire, and that dance hit is immediately imprinted to the very core of Kakashi's little joy-deprived soul, awakening urges he never even knew ninjas could have, like: Humming? Foot tapping? Twirling?

Kakashi manages to discreetly obtain a recording of the cursed track and it's like a dirty secret now. Nobody can ever know. Ever! but whenever he's got some time alone he plays it. he plays his song. on repeat. and. he has to dance!

There is choreography to go along with the song, because all good pop hits have choreography and Kakashi discreetly obtains the means to copy and memorize the whole routine (the lead singer is really cute too but that's completely irrelevant is what Kakashi tells himself)

It turns out Kakashi is really good at picking up dance choreography because of course he is. He practices the steps to perfection in the safety of his home. Not even his ninken gets to see. They'd think he'd caught some kind of fever and they wouldn't be completely wrong. The obsession is very intense and makes him act completely out of character and it's all kinds of upsetting. Kakashi never intended for things to go so far and he's not sure how to turn back.

Then the nightmares start...

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imposterogers

if I was matt murdock and I found out the same chemical spill that blinded me and lit the world on “fire” turned a bunch of turtles into pizza loving ninjas I would lose it actually

imposterogers

I’m not going lie the thought of matt finding out he’s radioactive ooze brothers with this particular version of the tmnt has me in tears

imposterogers

matt, trying to recount his childhood and ignore the smell of turtle, three day old pizza, and sewer: …..so yah, after my dad died I was basically on my own.

the turtles, already planning on buying their radioactive waste brother a shirt that says “I fell in radioactive waste and all I got was these glasses”: cowabummer dude. our dad’s a rat

solarhen

Cowabanger of a post

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stuckinapril

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but please don’t break promises you make to yourself just because it’s you the promise is being made to. You told yourself you’d go on a walk tomorrow morning? Do it. You said you’d get more consistent with your skincare routine? Make it happen. You promised yourself you would work on establishing boundaries regardless of who’s on the other side of them? Follow through with that. Don’t wake up the next day and go “well I don’t HAVE to do this” “it wouldn’t hurt to postpone this” “this isn’t a big deal” because it literally is. Every promise broken is another nail in the coffin of your self-actualization. It’s another major roadblock to developing healthy self-love and self-respect. Weigh promises you’ve made to yourself the same way you would weigh promises you’ve made to others.

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ethuils

Caduceus is learning!

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he was in the fridge!!!

myusersnamegoeshere

ovbiously this person has done so much research and cares about their tortoise so much but.... the mf idea of having a live tortoise in a TUPPERWARE?! IN MY FRIDGE?? WITH ME FOOD? ahahahaha

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rattle-my-stars

the concept of opening someone else’s fridge only to find a WHOLE ASS TORTOISE in there... idk if I’d ever recover

blog-carmex

@esperantoauthor when the food doesn’t come to Tesla, Tesla comes to the food

esperantoauthor

Reminds me of when I accidentally stumbled across this photo for the first time...

marraphy

mutuals put me in your fridge

gallusrostromegalus

Back in 2015, I went over to a classmate's house for group project work late in the fall, and in the middle of working on the presentation, offered to grab sodas for people but they were out of pepsi and Andrew whose house we were at said "Oh, there's more in the basement fridge."

So I go down to the basement, which is well-lit and finished and indeed there are more pepsi but also in the fridge is a massive tortise. This animal was the dimensions of a desktop computer and probably outweighed a labrador. It's not moving, and is set in the middle of a plastic tray so it's apparently supposed to be there. I go back upstairs.

"Hey Andrew." I say, nonchalantly. "So is the tortise in the fridge down there for soup or what?"

"The what?" says the other member of the group project. I don't remember her name, just that she always wore her hair in pigtails with butterfly clips that were based on real butterflies and she had at least a dozen species.

"Oh! No, that's Andrew Too." he says. "His species hibernates so he stays in the fridge for the holidays."

"You named your tortise after you?" I ask.

"No, uh- Well, my grandfather got him in Egypt or somewhere while he was on leave during the war and He was named Andrew, so he thought it would be funny to name him 'Andrew Too'. ...Then Mom named me after him so Gandpa left me Andrew Too in his will. He's pretty cool when he's awake. Lets us dress him up for summer holidays, doesn't bark."

"Oh!" Said Butterflies. "My dad served in the Gulf War too! What unit was he in?"

"Oh no, Grandpa was with the Royal Air Force in World War Two. Andrew Too is going to be 70 this year! We're going to make him a carrot cake!"