He Implies She's Worth Building Something New With, Next Thing We Know He's Wearing A More Revealing

I just realized that I haven't posted art on this app in who knows how long. So, here you go. Just some things from the backlog lol.

This was from an art class where we were to supposed to design a superhero. I wasn't focusing on the poses just the outfits so if you can find the clear poses I got these references from that's cool.

Picture day was fun, so this is what I wore

shout out to people who's family isnt entirely bad or entirely good, but something in between and you dont know how to feel about them. you feel angry but you also feel guilty, because you know they genuinely love and care about you, but sometimes they show it in a way you know its not okay. your feelings are valid, your anger and sadness and grief are valid, and you dont have to prove this to no one. bigger shout out to those with memory issues who know something isnt right but can't recall all of the bad events, only the feelings, which only increases the guilt.

“My body, my choice” only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.

Another art venue piece :>

leaves this and runs

One thing I found interesting was that right from the start, Leo's blue flame is shown to be at the core of the turtles' powers.

And if you wanna get philosophical about it, I think the fact that it's a flame has something to do with the way this incarnation of Leo leads: he doesn't just plan and direct, he pumps the others up, encouraging his team. He's their spirit.

But what's more, as the other powers are collected, they surround Leo's flame like they're protecting it.

Hmm...

...how interesting.

I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this...I just thought it was a neat kind of symbolism :p

I can't stop thinking about the dichotomy of the Long Quiet and the Shifting Mound: specifically, the metaphor of a rock in a river.

He is a stone. A constant, unyielding force. Capable of being changed, of course- sharpened into a weapon, stacked into the walls of a prison- but entirely inert.

She is a river. Ebbing and flowing, never retaining a constant shape. The waters can be cleared, deepened, displaced momentarily, but you will not change its course by plunging a hand or a blade into it. You will not still it.

The rock is what moves the stream.

The waters meet this unyielding surface and flow around it. Their path is altered ever so slightly, but it is altered. A well-placed rock can change the trajectory of a river's flow, can be shifted to allow the waters to flow in more directions or with more power, can block it off entirely until it stills to a stagnant pool.

And all the while, changes begin to happen. Things that couldn't, had the rock not been placed. The rock's edges are smoothed and its layers peeled back to reveal glimpses of its core, while imperceptibly tiny pieces of it join the river's flow. They understand each other just a little bit better, now.

Be it a bridge, or a dam, or a reservoir, or simply a stone sitting in a stream... the fact remains that the rock met the river. Change met stagnancy, and something new was created.

LET'S GO