Fan Joy July, Day 1
it already started? Wow, okay, HORRAY (this feels like new years and I don’t know why)
anyways, for day one I am writing about @those-arent-poppies art
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I really enjoyed Twilight’s facial expressions in this one, and Green on the last frame depicts the stress beautifully! I also love how you incorporated each Four’s (Ok that sounds off but what I mean by that is GRBV) chaos, and the personality in each of them along with it!
I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it :)
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Four is scared, and that’s an understatement. If he was honest, he was completely terrified. Or at least one part of him was.
Green dashed through the grass, searching for a familiar face. His eyes twitched, in need of the order that was precluded too early.
“Hey!” Green stopped abruptly at the familiar voice, gasping for breath, he would never admit it, but running was harder with shorter legs. “You good?” He noticed that the voice was the ranchers, and he watched his eyes scan the tunic quizzically.
He had no time to explain, “Have you seen me?!” Green tried to ignore the fact that Twilight most likely had no possible clue on what he was talking about.
His thoughts were proven right at the other hero’s answer, “What?” He gestured towards his body, “I mean… I see you right now?” Okay, fine. Green really didn’t want to break the rancher’s brain today, they already had enough stupid people to deal with.
With an inward sigh, he waved his arms out, thinking that it would ‘get the point across’, “No, no. More of me! I split, and then they split, and now I don’t know where they went.” Sorry Twilight, maybe your brain does need to crack a little.
“And that’s a problem because..?” Green noticed the blank stare of his face. ‘When in doubt, dumb it down.’ A famous quote he created himself.
Okay, maybe Vio was the one who said it, but technically he did create it, they’re the same guy after all.
“Alright. Three more. Exactly like me. Different color tunics…” He leaned in, knowing full well he looked like a crazy person, “They’re out for blood.”
He could already hear the rough voice of Blue, arguing with probably, no offense Legend, the most arguable one he knew. He could feel Red’s impulsivity drive to chaotic actions, he wouldn’t be surprised if they just tied him to balloons and let him fly away, and then Vio… he just prayed that his calculated chaos won’t let anybody kill him. That’s the last thing he needed to deal with.
“Well,” Twilight placed an arm on his shoulder, “If they’re anything like you, they will be fine.”
Green could only run his fingers through his hair, feeling himself go insane.
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I love the new TMNT movie, and I’m currently on the first episode of Tales of the TMNT.
So far it’s great, but I just feel like this whole universe is a little off and I think I finally know why. There is barely any Japanese influence left. they took away all the Japanese influence Splinter had by making him a random New York rat, and left us with a rat who only learned Japanese fighting styles from tv. That’s the only connection to Japanese culture he has. This then bleeds into the turtles and it just really takes away from the Japanese American influence the turtles always had.
I mean, even in iterations where Splinter wasn’t Hamato Yoshi, he was always connected to him. In the original story and in the 2003 universe, Splinter had intimate ties with Japanese culture. Now, he just…doesn’t. And it just feels like the story would be a lot better and more succinct if he did. But hey, maybe they’ll add more to Splinter’s backstory in the next movie since they are introducing Shredder. I doubt it, but who knows.
Anyway, Idk if I’m the only person who thinks this, but it makes me sad
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How Do I Love Thee?
-Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
I cannot woo thee as the lion his mate,
With proud parade and fierce prestige of presence;
Nor thy fleet fancy may I captivate
With pastoral attitudes in flowery pleasance;
Nor will I kneeling court thee with sedate
And comfortable plans of husbandhood;
Nor file before thee as a candidate….
I cannot woo thee as a lover would.
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To wrest thy hand from rivals, iron-gloved,
Or cheat them by a craft, I am not clever.
But I do love thee even as Shakespeare loved,
Most gently wild, and desperately for ever,
Full-hearted, grave, and manfully in vain,
With thought, high pain, and ever vaster pain.
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