Donna Tello

Donna Tello

When I saw Mutant Mayhem, this joke was gnawing at me because in the 1987 TMNT series, there's an episode called Donatello's Degree, where he has obtained a college diploma and, to keep his identity a secret, goes by Miss Donna Tello. So, I don't know why you're laughing, Donnie, because Leo Nardo might be a lame name, but at least Leo's name isn't a girl's name. Haha!

My attempt at making a watermelon Krang. It was my first attempt at making a watermelon sculpture. 🤣🤣🤣

Why is this accurate?!?!?

"Waa why aren't fandoms fun anymore" because you keep policing people's headcanons, make fun of cosplayers,make fun of selfshipers, make fun of beginner artists and just make fun of people for having fun 😐

I'm in my late 20s. When I was a teenager, I spent a LOT of time in my room. And it wasn't because I was anti-social, I'm actually pretty extroverted today. It's because my mom and ex-stepdad were toxic as fuck. They would say things like "you are lazy and stupid", "can't you do anything right?" "I wish I dropped you off at the Mental Hospital like the doctors told me to when they told me you had autism", etc. And then, when I didn't want to hear all the negativity after I just spent a day being tormented at school, they didn't like the fact that I shut myself in my room to avoid them. "Nothing in your room is more important than family", "one day the world will explode and you'll survive, but you'll regret not spending time with us", "don't bother getting a job because you'll never come out of your room to move out". Jokes on them, because I live with my husband and I don't depend on them.

I guess I'm used to toxic people in my life and only recently was treated with genuine respect by my in-laws. Recently, I went on vacation with my husband to see his family for his grandparents' 50th anniversary. If I accidentally fell asleep on the couch, his grandma's friend said "good morning, Sleeping Beauty", and it WASN'T followed by a snarky comment like "you don't really expect any of us to carry your fat ass to bed like a useless baby, right?" Or the best part was my husband's little cousin made me mad because she tore my sketchbook, and I told her to stop touching it. His grandma led me to her and she apologized for breaking something that was mine and I apologized for being irritated. After that, no one said a word about it. Not a single "how dare you not share your sketchbook with my child", "don't yell at her, she's a kid", "you should be grateful that we allow you to come on vacation with us", like I expected because of my snap when I was overwhelmed. None of that. And believe me, I cried. Not from sadness, but from relief. My husband's family treated me with respect and as an equal, and because I was raised by and with toxic people, I bawled like a little baby at the first sign of respect that I didn't have to demand.

Over the years, I've put up a wall and used defense mechanisms that come off as rudeness, attitude, and anger to prevent myself from getting hurt again, and during this trip, I felt free from having to do that. It felt good, and that's when I realized how unfair my family had been to me and how unfair my life has been.

consider: teenagers aren’t apathetic about everything they’re just used to you shitting all over whatever they show excitement about

Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtles!