Amevello Blue

She wants to learn photography. Do it stupid. Take a million photos. Don't think about why they're not good. Enjoy the process of taking photos.

Pick out tge ones you like the most and figure out why you like them. Is it because the subject is centered? Is it because you caught them doing something cool? Is it because the light made cool shadows?

My sycamore tree began life in the gravel at the edge of a parking lot. If trees can feel pain, that is a painful, unlucky death. I carefully dug it up and put it in a pot I made out of a disposable cup.

Hello small one. This world may be cruel, but I will not be.

I decided to take care of it, not expecting it to survive, and when my sycamore tree unfurled one tiny leaf and then another, it chiseled a tiny foothold in my terrified brain, the kind of brain that doesn't remember a world before the atomic bomb and before 9/11.

I googled the lifespans of trees. My neurons had to stretch and expand to accommodate what I learned: My sycamore tree may live five hundred years. It's hard to think something so big. In twenty years, my baby sycamore tree will be three stories tall, and the home of many creatures. In five years, my sycamore tree will be taller than I am. In one year, it will be summer.

There's this concept called sense of foreshortened future where people who have lived through trauma can't conceptualize a future for themselves because deep down they don't expect to survive, When I look forward, all I see is fire and death, melting ice and burning sky. We were raised Evangelical. All we see is Judgment Day, except there is no heaven.

But now there is a tiny gap in the wall, a crack in the door of my cell

and on the other side, I see a tree

There is, in the future, a great old sycamore tree, full of clean winds and the stir of a thousand wings. A hundred years from now. Fifty years from now. There will be forests in that world. There will be a world.

It takes courage, but we have to imagine it.

Most tree species can live in excess of three or four hundred years. I think I'm learning something. I think there are ancient voices saying hello small one, touch the dirt and the leaves, for now you are part of something that cannot die

in 2030 I will be thirty years old and the world will not have ended and there will still be hummingbirds, and we will have photos of the stars more beautiful than we can now imagine.

I planted an Eastern Redcedar; they may live nine hundred years. There will be nine hundred years. The people in that time will remember us. Maybe we will meet the aliens (hi aliens!).

I will blow out the candles on many birthday cakes in a world where there are wolves in dark forests far from home. I am learning to imagine the future. I learned recently that elk were reintroduced to the Appalachian Mountains after over a hundred years of extirpation, and that they are expanding their range.

That tiny crack I can see through now opens a tiny bit more:

Maybe elk will pass through my hometown, maybe there will be a forest where the pasture is on the high hill that I can see from my home

say it, say it, say it: ten years, thirty years, a hundred years from now

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Ghost grunted as he pulled his bo staff out from behind the wall of his half collapsed room. Only half came out, the faded fabric around it torn.

Ghost sighed, holding it firmly in his hands.

“You and me both, old friend,” he murmured, running his fingers along it. 

It had served him well, even just as wall decor after it had cracked. His final unbroken piece from his first family.

Read the chapter first guys, please, you will not regret it!

hey @amevello-blue .

what the hell???

AMEVELLO-BLUE.

WHAT

THE

ACTUAL

LITERAL

HELL????

And fuck!!!

Did I need to be absolutely obliterated by a missile with Casey Jones 03's name on it??? Did I really????

After the first hit from 03 Splinter??????

*in a sing-song tone* But someone decided to launch a second volley of emotional trauma by having Ghost find out via meeting their spirits during the big, dramatic power of love moment.

So like. Ow!

well

Now take this logic and apply it to things like ADHD, autism, clinical depression, and other less visible/divergent disabilities. You cannot think your way out of feeling.

The adults, much more scarred than before(might add April, Casey, and possibly Splinter in a later post)

Each one of them have a story to tell, but they would rather show it. For now...

Also, while I was making this, I was rewatching the series again after completing it, and I got reminded that Leo does not like clothes, so that was convient-

So a more detailed thingy... very long.

When Usagi comes to visit, he's pretty much swarmed by his kids, anything they were doing before hand dropped in favor of being the first to scale their father and get his ears.

Of course, he entertains this, showering them in affections and cooing over them; he doesn't get to see them as much as he wishes, not with the recent troubles in his realm where they'll be in danger, and he'll be damned if he didn't get to at least tell them how wonderful they are and endulge in their curiosities.

Plus, Leo needs a break, and Usagi is pretty good with kids.

He keeps their little trinkets on him at all times when on solo-travels, and if it's too big or fragile, he'll put them in a special box, handled with the utmost care.

Even so, he still makes sure his little chaotic dragons keep to a set of rules. Otherwise, they might do something quite, well, chaotic.

One day, he might be able to let them visit their other home when it's safe.

Leonardo is one stressed out parent, mostly cause his brothers aren't much help when it comes to reeling in the kids. When he does get peace, it's usually spent meditating or practicing, although it usually is cut short by one of his children.

Either the twins fighting, Dai saying some questionable things, or his eldest son.

Out of all his beloved children, Akai is the closest to him, following him around whenever he's done playing with his siblings or his uncles, and always asking to be ninja like him, to his dad's absolute delight.

The two's bond strengthens as he teaches Akai, and soon, his brothers, and he couldn't be more proud of how they've come along.

Despite this, as they grow up to teens, he might have to apologize to his own father more than once.

Raphael is that one "cool" uncle that you know is a bad influence, but he sleeps in the same house as you and is kind of a favorite.

Due to the chaos of the family life, Raph is less than keen to stay in a "cramped" home with a ton of "ankle-biters" (literally) running around. Unfortunately, they have him in a chokehold, so his only option is late night runs and vigilante business to get rid of the numbness of sitting down and babysitting.

One of the kids had joined in one of those runs, and now he's collecting scrap from the junkyard to appease his favo- nephew.

It really doesn't take much thought to see how Mura managed to connect with the "grumpiest" of them. And it didn't take much thought to see that he was fine with that.

Oh? No, He didn't supply him with titanium. Where would he even get it?

Donatello may be the smart uncle, but he's definitely not the serious one. Ever since the kids came, he's been making so many fun stuff for them!

Sure, that might have been to prevent Mura from disassembling half of the lair, but it sure is fun! Even if some stuff explodes from time to time, and you come to certain terrifying realizations with the kids.

The most concerning being the little cryptic message giving Dai that always said the craziest shit at the worst moments before babbling to himself about a choo-choo the next

Now, he might have subjected the possible mystic filled child to a few SAFE experiments in exchange for "swabears" and doodling on his bandages, but that was for science. And because he was the only kid that wouldn't bite him.

He's a very good lab assistant.

Michelangelo is the COOL uncle, and don't forget it, Aoi designated him as such. His sources? Just ask the apple slice stuffed face of the kid.

Bribery is a very effective tool.

So is trickery, which he is a master at. He even has an apprentice. Aoi was always very excitable, never staying still for even a second(way more than he could remember himself being) and always having a mind filled with plans and random thoughts.

Which is perfect for pranks.

Unfortunately, it seems he somehow inherited his father's kitchen curse. So he'll have to wait for an assistant chef later...

Thats all!

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Shredder was defeated. The Foot was gone.

The people of New York City were returned. They went about their lives, none the wiser that anything had happened.

That night Casey, April, and Draxum went home, and the rest of them went to Ghost’s old hideaway, dragging whatever blankets and beanbags they could find from the lair. They collapsed in a heap inside.

Ghost slept heavily in the old hammock, Mikey and Leo both sprawled on top of him. Raph slept below on his mattress, Donnie stacked on top of his shell like a pancake. Splinter slept on a beanbag right beside the bed, Raph’s hand brushing against his shoulder.

That night, Ghost dreamed of his brothers.

It was a rare meeting between them. They talked about a purple dragon, the feeling of Donatello. They wondered if it was real or just a dream. Ghost wished he could tell them.

Trying some warmup dai sketches with a new brush

Got any grapes?

Yes.