If ship not canon, why always sailing?
Check and mate.
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I've been watching Shirayuki-hime and this is all I have to say send post
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I'm debating making some life eater artwork or fanfic, but I feel intimidated 😵💫😵💫
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I found another doomed by the narrative game guys..
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My headcanon are bleeding out
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By Zimforth this can't be happening
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*lurking from the shadow like a creatue * //guys guess what indie got in my brain…sorry gay girls for today.
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Small artists you need to understand that when you see an artist who you think has 'made it' tells you not to worry about the numbers and to not fret about getting more likes than reblogs they are not telling you it because they think you are stupid for caring or because they dont need to network to survive they are very likely telling you that because they have witnessed first hand the way the numbers game tears people to shreds in terms of mental health and motivation
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I hope you remember how you broke my nose
The blood sticking to my teeth
No matter how much I brush the stain stays
And I continue to taste the iron
You made
I broke your nose
The blood ran down your face
Staining your teeth red
So anytime you'd smile
I'd remeber how I broke your nose
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Rise Ramblings #789
While researching for a certain project, I realized something interesting about our boy Mikey.
In TMNT lore, clothing is worn for the purpose of “fitting in.” Yet in Rise, gone are the days of wearing “disguises” to pass as humans (whereas some iterations went as far as wearing human head masks.)
I think the closest we get to a “disguise for the purpose of fitting in” is when, for some inexplicable reason, they decide to wear their wrestling costumes while running a mundane errand.
Yet normally, and when sane, the Rise boys wear clothes based on the occasion, just like everyone else.
However, when I started to look at the clothing choices of a certain boy in orange, something stuck out to me.
Other than the winter gear which serves a purpose, and the basic default hoodie for most outside shenanigans, Mikey’s clothing choices are…unique compared to his brothers.
Let’s take his choice of swimwear, for instance.
While his brothers go for more traditional beach attire, what is Mikey wearing?
He’s wearing a one-piece bathing suit from the 1920’s. 😂
Of which, nowadays, is sold as a costume.
Likewise, when the boys need to infiltrate April’s school, Raph and Leo dress accordingly.
But what does Mikey wear?
Now I could be wrong, but I believe that Mikey’s fit is a reference to the movie, “Redline,” complete with an outrageous pompadour.
There are not many other instances of Mikey wearing clothes, but here are a few honorable mentions:
The most clothes Mikey does wear is obviously in “Clothes Don’t Make The Turtle.” Yet, his reception to the situation is different than that of his brothers.
My final thoughts:
This is the most normal outfit that Mikey owns.
It’s a simple sweater, pair of jeans, and glasses. This is a fit that anyone else would wear while out and about.
But for him to wear this particular look, a certain stipulation must be met.
He has to be “Doctor Feelings.”
Given all of the evidence, I’ve come to a conclusion.
I believe that Mikey doesn’t see clothes as a way to be himself. Michelangelo, instead, sees clothes as simply…Cosplay.
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I throw up
My gut falling out of my mouth
Onto the floorboards beneath me
I stare at it, watching it like I expected it to move
Like it had everytime I got butterflies
Or when it tied itself into knots when anxiety overtook
But it did not move, nor tell me a word
So I shoved my organ into the closet
Letting it fester and rot
I never felt a thing again
All the feelings that once was there
Now far away from me
Somewhere I’d never look
Behind my jackets and clothes
Sit my stomach, the reason for all my thoughts
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Today I reminded myself I was not yours
I knew in the past I was
Where it felt so easy to get your love
I took it for granted
Letting each action sink into my soul
Expecting more every night
A selfish act when I refused to even try to give more back
But now I sit on rugged rocks
Ones that cut into my knees
As I watch blood drip off my hands
A hole sitting where my heart used to be
Knowing now that I finally understand
How you felt when you gave me your heart
And got nothing back
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