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[moonworshippinglesbiandotcom]

for my birthday i want julie plec’s head on a platter

[whattraintracks]

Hmm, I believe I have experienced the fabled eating of asks. Well, at least I kept the email.

Hi anon! Gonna assume you mean Coming Out of Their Shells and running with ittttttttt

The musical is utterly delightful! It scratches all the right itches in my brain. The songs are much fun, so I sing them often. Despite being besotted with Raph's voice on the album, Leo is probably my favorite of the bunch, largely because of Cam Clarke's voice acting in the VHS recording. I just love the whole show and wish I could've been in the audience of one as a kid. Although come to think of it, little me would not have handled being roasted by Shredder very well . . .

Perhaps you might enjoy some assorted snippets from the musical turtle fics I'm working on? 👉👈

Woe! Baby musical tortles be upon ye!

Leonardo is basking still in the little patch of moonlight he found. Chubby limbs in a languid stretch. Raphael lies beside him, chin propped on the lip of his brother's shell and tapping a rhythm against the dome. He pokes and prods every plate, looking for new sounds, and hums happily at his own merrymaking. Leonardo, so content in his moonglow, miraculously remains unbothered. Splinter wishes, not for the first time, for the contraption that allowed his Master Yoshi to press memories into paper. This would be a sweet one to have in years to come. Even so, Splinter aches at the simple pleasure on their faces. Prickling sorrow that these pale imitations of sunlight and sustenance are the best he can give his little turtles, yet they take them so cheerfully. Well, most of them do.

Leo Is Stresséd

"My sons, please," Master Splinter sighs. Leo shrinks. Splinter has been trying all day to stop the four turtles from bickering. Leo knows he should feel bad. Maybe try to help rein everybody in. But he can't breathe very well past the lump in his throat that formed after Mr. Bejan said he was introducing them to a potential record label tomorrow. Even if he could speak, he probably wouldn't be much help. He's turtle enough to admit he gets rude when he's stressed. Oblivious to Splinter's growing exasperation, Mikey and Raph go right along, griping about who knows what anymore. Donnie looks about ready to rip a leg off the table and use it like his bo on both of them. Sure enough, Don narrows his eyes and Leo tosses out any hope of de-escalation in favor of backing out of his reach.

Leo Is Stresséd 2: Electric Boogaloo

Leo doesn't like this. Look, he thought the band was a rad idea, too, but this? This is getting too big. What do they need with some fancy human studio? There's no way their stuff is better than Don's. And a record label? This was supposed to be fun! Low-key! And yeah, he knows Master Splinter said they should share their music with as many people as they can, but can't they do it, I don't know, anonymously?

[casualhedonists]

TWO DAYS LEFT OF MY COURSE

[nolongeragoodidea]

what is the German word for hearing a song or piece of music you used to listen to habitually but haven't heard in a long time

[necronatural]

Compiled some basic information I know about drawing fat characters for beginners since I've been seeing more talk about absence of really basic traits in a lot of art lately.

Morpho Fat and Skin Folds on Archive.org (for free!)

[malwarechips]

yknow i never noticed the sheer rareness of images having ids or alt text on this website until i started adding alt text to my art (and trying to remember to add it to any images i post in general, especially text screenshots) and that makes me kinda sad

[teaboot]

When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week

[crookedtines]

I finally took the time to photograph my vintage dip pen nib collection, and I need to share with you all how wonderful and diverse their designs are.

These two are my favorite. Just look at them! One of them is named Gorille and the other Mephisto, but to me they're little pumpkins.

And of course you gotta love the Pinocchio nib. You get to write with the nose of a tiny guy! Just not something you get to do anymore.

[ponpasta]

i love sibling dynamic sm makes me sick

lineart bc i think its cute

[manny-jacinto]

legend 🙌

[mychemicalbrromance]

Guys ive been reading peak

[sandinmybed]

No see results option, I'm forcing you to perceive yourself. rb for more results pls

[cracklewink]

My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol

[astrowarr]

after watching several povs, there's something so striking about the way mumbo died.

he dies at home, first of all, which is notable in its own right because so much of his time was spent running about, usually in pursuit of kills. he dies with grian, too— to a thing grian created, no less, but it isn't actually grian's fault for once.

mumbo dies in that tall tower and when lightning strikes, from all across the server, everyone looks. their eyes land on that tower, and everyone is watching. even in grian's perspective, you can see everyone at renwood mound, lined up and staring. those at the bamlands looked on too.

they didn't see mumbo die, but they saw grian's grief. grian, who, throughout this season, has seemed cruel and untouchable to those outside of his circle due to his involvement with and knowledge of the wild cards. they watch grian immediately crumble under the weight of mumbo's death; several of them even explicitly comment, "look at grian, he's grieving, he's in mourning."

i like to think that, until that moment, grian was almost god-like in their minds; now, though, he's the quintessential concept of humanity. grief can be religious if you do it right, after all. even beyond the grian aspect though, isn't this just the most despairing omen of what's to come?

i mean, there's something about this image of a man fallen from grace, crying out as he holds the mangled corpse of his friend in the home they made together, high in the sky, on display for all the world to bear witness to. and the world did bear witness, be it with pity, horror, joy... it doesn't matter, because they saw.

the canary curse has been broken, but this was a fittingly foreboding, tone-setting image that did a stunning job filling its shoes

[lovertm]

back tattoo by tattedbysyd