#oh lawd they bouncin

[lepetitfruit]

Holdin mah tiddies so I can run across the road

[threekegs]

oh lawd he bouncin

[roseyturtles]

more mikey angst yeehaw

welcome back to “oh lawd Rose is on their bullshit again” and this time I have writing done at 3am

So this requires a little bit of explaining. First, I’m using “Artist” as a nickname for 2018 Michelangelo and “Freckles” for 2012. Second, this is fast-paced. Almost uncomfortably so. You’ll have to suspend your disbelief enough to believe that talking to another version of yourself is more vulnerable than anyone else, and that all Mikeys are just that empathetic. Third: I’m not making excuses for wrongs on the part of 2012′s writers or characters, and I’m not leaving room for anyone else to do so either.

Tagging @brightlotusmoon in this as per usual because she’s my ultimate motivator in Mikey writing.

That being said, enjoy.

"Wait wait wait wait," the freckled turtle started, waving his hands in front of his face. "So. Your brothers DON'T smack you around when you're being obnoxious?"

"Wh--no?? What kind of brothers hit each other?!"

When Michelangelo---or, well, "Artist Mikey," as they would later clarify to try and discern between the two versions---first had this other version of himself arrive at his doorstep, he wasn't expecting this to become of it. The "rounder" turtle, a few inches taller and formed from a different base species entirely, but still very much a clone, had started out with bright smiles and a skateboard under his arm, ready to grind the sewer walls with his counterpart. And grind they did, both using their skills to perform impressive tricks around every bend and railing available, until they chose to mount on a surface rooftop for a breather. That's when real conversation started up, mostly about their common and different hobbies and the state of their worlds.

It was only when freckled Mikey mentioned off-the-cuff that he'd be smacked by Raphael for too many bad jokes that the artist realized that maybe they weren't so similar after all, and neither was their family.

"...uh. The normal kind?? What, are you guys all hugs and kisses?" Freckles asked, making a smooching gesture with his hands in a lightly mocking manner.

"Well, I mean, no," Artist started, "but like. Even when we get super mad at each other none of us get hit! And what do you mean by "annoying" anyways?"

Freckles seemed a little bit at a loss, brow furrowed and blinking. Whether that was out the same verbal processing disorder that Artist had or out of disbelief he wasn't sure. Eventually Freckles couldn't make eye contact, or even so much as look at Artist anymore, instead choosing to look away and scratch the back of his head, voice quieter when he spoke.

"Y'know," he tried to reconcile. "Stuff like…being too loud, or moving around too much, or talking about a video game all day."

Again Artist was horrified. That…was all normal stuff for him and his brothers both to do. Yeah, it was more him than them, but none of it was ever considered "annoying." None of it warranted violence. 

"I mean, I remember one time Leo chased me and hit me with a mop after I used his favorite comic as toilet paper, heheh. I was, uh, I was trying to snap him out of a weird mutant wasp trance after he got stung. Nnever--" Freckles suddenly went silent, and for a moment there was tension as he slowly pulled his knees up to his chest.

Then Artist spoke with rare but completely characteristic softness.

"Never thanked you for saving him?"

More silent tension as Freckles remained looking to the noisy city, trying to drown the storm inside his chest with other stimuli. Eventually, though, he 

nodded. Artist took a minute to process everything this implied. The fact that the major good thing Freckles did was overshadowed by the minor bad. The fact that a simple "thank you" or even an "I love you" was too much for that Leo's pride. The fact that nobody stood up for Freckles in that violence, and no one was going to, not without some sort of intervention.

…

Artist scooted a little closer to his counterpart and hugged his nearest arm. Freckles seemed shocked by the contact, and almost a tad uncomfortable, which made Artist's heart hurt more. Was he also never comforted in times of distress?

"I'm gonna be real honest here, Mike," Artist started, opting to use one of their assigned nicknames until they later figured out universal ones. "I don't think any of that's…good. I mean, bouncin' around and talking about stuff for hours is either teen stuff, ADHD, or both. For you to get smacked for doing normal stuff?..." He couldn't collect enough thought matter to say exactly what was wrong with it, but the heavy silence afterwards spoke volumes.

Freckles, too, remained silent after the speech. He had read about ADHD in one of Donnie's countless textbooks and found himself identifying with the symptoms, but never told anyone about it. He was already different from his brothers enough, why give it name and form that could be used as a stamp over his mouth? But something about hearing it from someone else, someone that didn't just know him but was him, made the concept somehow more real, like adjusting pronouns. And yet all of that was overshadowed in a split second by what exactly Artist was getting across. This…how his brothers treated him…wasn't normal. Wasn't okay, even. Another version of him, a fundamentally happier version, wasn't being hit and wasn't being called annoying and was being thanked by his brothers and wasn't trying desperately to appease them and was pursuing his hobbies fearlessly and---

Freckles looked at Artist with just the barest bit of hope.

"What's your dad like?"

"...Imperfect. He's got a lot of bad stuff in his past. But he loves us a lot, and he wants us to be us before we're ninjas. …and yours?"

A moment more of silence. Then, Freckles returned the hug, burying his face in Artist's shoulder. Artist couldn't begin to imagine what kind of a Splinter---of a dad---could normalize domestic violence and emotional frigidity. The best he could imagine was that their Splinter just wasn't there for them. The worst? That he was an active participant in this. Either way, his slowly wettening shoulder told the story loud and clear, and Artist's heart was squeezed by grief for his other.

His whole world, everything he thought he knew, had been shattered in an instant, leaving nothing but shards of rose-tinted glasses and ruinous truth.

It both crushed him and burned him alive to see this happening, and when Artist raised his head, his eyes were determined to set it right, and set it right together.

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Indie

Rio: Hey, where you at? Indie: the boys hit me up but i slipped gonna be long afore im back in right ends Indie: y what u need? Rio: need to put a chip in you, honestly Rio: just wondering if you'd be back 'fore I go work but don't think so by sounds of 😂 Rio: it's cool, just gotta hit you w some info Indie: ✌✌ manz drumz all be looking the same type of way when u out the 24 innit not my bad Indie: come thru w it then ma im 👂👂👂👂 Rio: long as you keep 👀 too Rio: don't be getting stuck in the suburbs, like 😬 Indie: gon wrap myself up & put me on a step like 👶 wen i need feeding its chill 😂😂 Rio: n'awh, you cute enough, babe Rio: but I got you food here, don't do me like that 💔 Rio: social back on our case Rio: 'specially 'cos I'm bouncing for a bit Indie: is it? now you got me like that 💔💔💔 Indie: how u tryna leave me bitch & who for?? Rio: I know having me off your back got you more like 🙌🙌🙌 Rio: I'm gonna go get some sun, looking like one of the fam too hard init Indie: dont be doin urself that dirty i kno u cant hang but u aint need it outted hardcore we can keep it 🤐🤐 like Indie: be a rudegirl in the 👀 of the rest i got u Indie: drop that 411 on the who tho i kno u aint tryna be alone 😏😏 Rio: 🙄 GURL please Rio: I invented hanging b4 you were out of pampers, don't cheek me Rio: nah fr, I am so sick of boys Indie: u a 👶 hitting the club like ayyyyyyy i vibe w that Indie: 🍀 gdad is that much of a real one 🍻 Indie: u gotta watch when there still an ex in the yard i feel u Rio: mhmm, spent way too much of my life in that pub Rio: clearly can't get enough though 🤷 Rio: and what boys do I know that can afford to come with? Rio: not into anyone enough to be paying their way tah Indie: i aint kno cos u aint laid no destination on me bitch could be boujee or budget innit sun still shines Indie: imma just say check yo case for dat boyy hes WELL on top its a dred thing Rio: Oh my bad Rio: packing got me like Rio: 🍔🎆🦅🔫 Rio: there's your clue Indie: o damn k didnt think ud be on me to do no homework but 🏈 man Indie: i follow dat & it follows thru u gotta bring me back an american boy ✌✌ they like another species its a madness & it be like 🔬🏫😂😂 Rio: 😂👏 Rio: I'll try and fit one in my bag, like Rio: Gonna be gone 10 days, that's alright, yeah? I'll sort everything, make sure dickhead knows so he won't show up whilst I'm gone Indie: not too small innit tho 😏😏😍😍🤤 Indie: fr? oo the real talk b how you affording that if no mans b picking up the check got me suspicious on you now 👀 Indie: did u rinse his 💸💸 afore u bounced like? 💪✌ Indie: call it tourist tax for how he livin Rio: 😂 you the most, bitch Rio: get me done for trafficking, even your da would never Rio: and what 💸 Rio: any bag he got going up his nose Rio: maybe I had help but that don't mean the man gotta be there when I am, like Rio: rule no.1 Indie: o shit 👏👏 girl u 💖💣💣🔥🔥🔥 if that aint prove u wilder than drew ever tryna be so imma expect my boy ty 💋 Rio: 💕👑 Rio: failing that, shit ton of junk food, yeah? Indie: lbr thatd do me better 😍😍🤤🤤🤤 Indie: how rule 2 b then?? hit me w that schoolin mama Indie: i got my pen & paper out rn Indie: 🤓🤓🤓 Rio: damn Rio: take 📸 so your teachers believe Rio: just need to bribe you, duh, ain't hard Indie: if they wanna gimme dem lessons on how to get ✈ to the sun i be 👂👂👂 too trust Indie: what drew chat bout u bouncin? he chill on me doing how i want now if nobody 💀💀 orrrr Rio: they reckon they is but that can be rule no.2 Rio: most people dun' know shit or they lying Rio: you'll have to check yourself but he seemed chill Rio: gonna miss me so much, obvs Indie: true facts i done kno since i 👶 & came up Indie: nahhh cos theres a boy imma need to check me while u aint there to 👀 u kno Indie: drew better keep out my way man Rio: easy Rio: you been living with him longer, you know how you gotta but don't be stupid, alright Indie: ✌☮ Indie: i got it Rio: You better Rio: don't make me look bad now Indie: girl u aint gonna be owned by me ur the baddest 💖💖💖 imma b so 👼👼👼 for u believe Rio: 💋 Rio: good Indie: 10 days gonna be a madness tho fr Indie: got used to u around me Rio: I know Rio: I just need this Rio: running on empty, like Indie: he tryna rinse u all out its no wonder like Indie: when u �� out tho? Rio: you know Rio: cut him off, gonna have him fiending Rio: not my concern, though Rio: not 'til friday night Indie: ✂ boy soz but nahhh 💋✌ he a next man now & he kno how he did it no 💔😢 cept his Indie: u best be making time to farewell on me then innit 👑💖💖 Rio: Never as deep as he playing Rio: Curtis too 🙄 Rio: 'course I am! 🧡🧡🧡 Indie: they all want the biggest piece cos u 🎂 baby so hyped cos u worth that 💎💎👑💎 Rio: They can hit me back up when they can afford a better jetset, init Indie: u kno 😂😂😂 Rio: 🍀 lads Rio: don't see either you working that hard Rio: i got this Indie: they need more than 🍀🍀 better 🙏🙏🙏 mandem Indie: maybe jc got ur back cos we too busy handlin our own Indie: ✌☮ Rio: 🙌 amen sis Indie: he better 🙏🙏🙏 fr if he roll up to our door again Indie: not the feds imma 📱 to come thru Rio: he won't, if he got even the sense he was born with Indie: do he tho?? thats a nah if he gonna b how is w you like he aint kno who u is Rio: 🤞 he learning now I'm gone Indie: or we gon b 🙏🙏🙏 for his next Rio: 😬 Lawd don't Rio: have to give a PSA Indie: innit tho Indie: like u aint already got a fulltime Rio: and then some Rio: boy I'm busy Indie: & if he was busy doin he wouldnt b in this Rio: fr Rio: needs to get himself a job 'fore he get another woman Indie: & afore he gets himself landed in the pen Rio: nah, he would NOT do well in prison 💀💀💀 Indie: he only think he a rudeboy i can hang harder than how he do & im halfgrown only Indie: 💪 tho Rio: 🤷 no lie Rio: ffs, what must people think Rio: 🤡 Indie: that u a 😇😇😇 doin dem good deeds like 🙌🙌 Rio: 😏 hmm Indie: he's a white boy so its bare charity already Rio: 😂 Indie Rio: don't be self-hating Indie: just sayin Rio: you funny girl Rio: also you not lost no more, yeah? Rio: i'm off to work Indie: i kno where i am & where i need to get its all good Indie: safe Rio: ✌ Rio: laters then baby 💋 Indie: ✌✌💖💖 big love 💋👑

[lonespektr]

October 31st: hold the dark

Omg doggoes i just went doggoe carting they are beautiful

WANT huskies

And dat be a wolf

Tea sounds good actually

Gi joe...in the snow

Woah twice

Oh to other ppl i was like WTF

Artist

Ok at least she don't think her kid is ok..

BUFFALO

DOGGOES

you old

Mask 2x

She doesn't waste words

What happened here. happened to me.

Ouch

Ok some how always unnecessary nudity annd the mask

This is why you stay clear of crazy white women

Ah eric northman

No questions asked rapist instant death penalty like a true viking

To the neck

Look an indigenous person

It's tantoo

Go back

Old man

What he say to the 🐺 pack?

Was that like a where y'all at?

And who answered?

Does he know the dialect?

Don't they know they're pack members?

Whoop

Double whoop

Oh it's not that far

Why she tape it?

They stopped

Why that one look crossed eyed

They bouncin

Said next time bitch

She bounce too?

CRAZY WHITE WOMEN

why he shout to the town

And who ringing the best

SHE TRIED TO TELL YA

the indigenous ppl now helping this white boy

Shit subtitles

Lol yea he the cops

Shit

She strangled him and bounced

Tournaq

Skin walker?

If you say so

Flash back

OKKKK kid is already is psychopath

Wow knife ok

What???

Wolfman

Yea mike don't talk sense

Pickle your liver

Ummm

What are we writing on the casket in blood?

Crossbow

Twins er..them from way back

Mask is gone

Take your rage

To the wolves

Endit

You shoulda died out there in the sand

Peelak

Did they tell him to slouch like that

Omg this old man

I love Jeffery

Cheeon ain't fuckin round

Talkin bout the community

They never came

Guys are green

Dogs are all fine

Good lawd

Yea you gon die cause you stupid

He recognized the wolf man, who he don't have beef with

Keep calling him guy

Bloodbath

Awk dinner

Not his job to imprison yo wife

Non a his bidness

Yup

Nordic look

"i've never not known him"

Unnatural

Also a psychopath.. which we knew

Hes got the masks

Seriously dude

Ha!!!

Shes pissed

What kinda soup

Time to put on the mask

Real good liar

But he's a man of conviction, doesn't overthink things

And that guy reeks of desperation