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conniecorleone · 1 year

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I posted 4,999 times in 2022

6 posts created (0%)

4,993 posts reblogged (100%)

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@queenofparrys

@meyerlansky

@saltskinandasociopath

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I tagged 2,525 of my posts in 2022

Only 49% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 213 posts

#art - 208 posts

#cuddly things - 165 posts

#goncharov - 126 posts

#your girl - 93 posts

#storyfeelings - 85 posts

#fashion - 77 posts

#silly things - 75 posts

#star wars - 67 posts

#pretty places - 61 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i love the raspberry bushes growing in the woods behind my house but hate that i have to fight my way through so much poison ivy to get them

My Top Posts in 2022:

Contrary to popular belief, lacrosse IS a real sport 🥍🥍 (at KeyBank Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcJWXDuu4TU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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*Mission Impossible theme intensifies* https://www.instagram.com/p/CZVmh77LqHb/?utm_medium=tumblr

1 note - Posted January 29, 2022

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I truly am the melodic sound of this bird stomping angrily around

2 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

So I had an AMAZING time at the Backstreet Boys concert but I definitely forgot:

A) That the "Boyz 4 Now" episodes of Bob's Burgers are, in fact, a documentary

B) Just how much of their back catalogue lives rent-free in my brain

And, most importantly, C) Just how much of said back catalogue relied on a lot of strategic hat-based choreography

It was a good time, all I'm saying 🎶💥🧢💥🎶

3 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 fields forever, you know

Now I'm going to have this song stuck in my head all day

But I digress!! Here are some random fun facts about me, one strawberry emoji at a time!!

🍓 I can cook, I can bake, but some of my favorite things in the world to make are pasta, soup, and carrot cake.

🍓 When I was younger and suuuuuuuper depressed, I used to go for long drives at night around my hometown when I couldn't sleep, heading up to the airport and out to the country and into the city and back. I still think going for long drives is one of the most soothing things in the world.

🍓 My favorite color is green! Which you would honestly not know from my wardrobe, which is mostly various shades of black and blue and red.

🍓 The only quasi-convincing accent I can put on is a Russian one, and oof, it might be funny, but it is not good.

🍓 When I was a kid I dislocated both my elbows trying to do a cartwheel -- two different cartwheels, two different times, one elbow after the other.

🍓 I hate my job!!! I hate it more than I hate any of the jobs I have had in the past, and I was robbed at gunpoint at one of them!! This job makes me feel crazy and like I am bad at not only what I do for it, but as a person, full stop, and I don't want to do it anymore!! I am in the process of looking for another one and this is probably the least fun fact in the world but I just needed to say this somewhere!!!

🍓 I used to sing! In public! For people! I still sing in my car and when I'm alone but I miss performing like missing a limb. One of the only nice things about current job is that when the museum I work at closes for the day, and if I am the last one in the building to clock out, sometimes I can take a little bit of time before I leave and sing in the empty main space because the acoustics there are excellent.

Which, speaking of, I think I already know the next song I'm going to add to my personal setlist, since you got it stuck in my head...

🎶🎵so let me take you down, 'cause i'm going to....🎵🎶

(leave a 🍓 in my askbox and I will tell you a random fact!)

5 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

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moonlightflower21 · 3 years

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ease my mind

a/n: angst. mentions of death. stabbings. all that good stuff. also includes mafia turtles. might not make sense but people wanted to read it so 🤷‍♀️😂

but anyway, as calm and collected and stoic leo can be, he has his weak points. he isn't immune to panic attacks or bad thoughts. enjoy!

How could this have happened? His world felt like it had crumbled to the very ground, turned into dust and flown mockingly into the air. Reminding how useless he truly was.

Leonardo watched his brothers follow inside the living room, Raph grabbing an ice pack to cool the knife cut bleeding out on his bicep. Mikey winced as he got rid of his waistcoat, untying his tie and letting it hang limply. His shirt was stained more in red than white, indicating his wound was deeper than he originally thought. Yet none of them spoke a word, barely even glancing in the leaders direction.

Leonardo looked at his team, most specifically Raphael. He had been quiet which had certainly been unlike him. Raph was never one to show how angry he was, always giving his opinion regardless of the topic so the silence coming from him was deafening.

"You good?" Leo's voice was slightly shaky not used to his hot headed brother being so silent about the obvious fail they just encountered.

Dark amber eyes connected with his and Leo didn't need to be a genius to know there was fury brewing behind those honeyed irises. Taking a breath in, he opened his mouth to say something but he noticed something else swirling into those eyes. Defeat.

"I'm sorry about.... You know I had-" "Fuck ya. That's.... all I gotta say ta ya. Yer really got some nerve ta put this on someone else. Get one thing straight, we're not indestructible. Not me or ya or Don or Mikey. But why am I wastin my breath on ya? Whatever I tell ya, yer just gonna go ahead and do the opposite. Like yer always do. And I'm gonna be the one ta help ya when yer run in ta issues. Like I always do" Raphael sneered, his hands in tight fists to control his temper. His tone was accusing, malicious towards Leo. And no one cane blame him.

"I'm not gonna bother waiting my time or energy bein' here. I can't do this no more" His harsh voice dropped to a whisper at the last sentence and he's not sure whether it's directed to his brother or to himself. He wanted to say something but nothing would be able to console how he's feeling tonight. Raph clenched his arm tightly, placing pressure in the damaged skin before pushing past his brother and to his own private room.

"Wait!" But the terrapin had left. Turning back to the rest of his team, Leo hoped he could explain what had happened. But their looks were cold and heartless.

Mikey stood tall, his stare in a hardened frown. He let out a small grunt, plastron burning with pain on his ride side.

"Look I'm-" "I've always stood by your decisions, always respected your commands and orders. But tonight was a fucking shit show and had you not lost focus, those innocent lives wouldn't have been taken. Some leader you are" Mikey scoffed, hands tingling with urges to beat the living shit out of someone. Leonardo stood, his brain unable to form comprehensible sentences to his answer. Was that how he truly felt?

"Mikey..." "Don't 'Mikey' me Leonardo. You were right after all. We may be brothers but we are not a team. Thank you for opening my eyes to that tonight" He snarled, a shaky breath as he applied too much pressure to his plastron. He swallowed hard, mind overflowing with poisonous thoughts suffocating his mind. Begging to be in a safe place but he couldn't find any. He didn't think he could ever feel safe anywhere. Not with his brothers or his family.

"Leave me alone. I have nothing to speak to you about, nor do I want to see your face tonight" Mikey uttered sharply, refusing to show any pain despite actively bleeding. He left in the other direction, retiring to his own personal chambers for the night. Leonardo gritted his teeth, trying to hold himself together. Trying to hold his composture together but it was dangerously close to crashing down. Maybe Donatello would listen. He was always good at reading people. Hopefully he could lend an ear before Leo's thoughts drive him insane.

"Don-" "I don't know what you wish to hear Leonardo. Me to say that it went good? That everything went well?? Raph nearly lost an arm, Mikey only has a new painful scar to his collection. You know how bad his plastron is damaged?? There's only so much that can be done to help it. And as for myself... well I'll let it speak for itself" Donnie lifted the side of his shirt, emitting a soft gasp from the eldest in absolute horror.

The wound was weeping, blood trickling down his abdomen soaking the rim of his pants. Leo's heart fell to the ground, his teeth sinking in his bottom lip to stop any vulnerability coming to light. Only know has it registered how much danger he had selfishly placed all his brothers in.

"But none of this matters to you does it? We're just soldiers to command, to help-" "That's not true Donatello!" Leo's voice came as a hoarse whisper, clenching his fingers tightly. Had his brother looked close enough, he would have seen Leonardo teetering off the edge of his sanity. The tremble in his body, the shaking of his arms despite how strong he stood, his eyes turning a deep blue emotionally overwhelmed.

"Isn't it?? Because the way I see it, you seem to have completely placed us at the sidelines. What happened to family? What happened to looking out for each other? What happened to your honour Leonardo?? These words you held with great pride are nothing but a jumbled mess of letters at your feet. If you cannot practise what you preach then I highly recommend you stop pretending otherwise. Excuse me, some of us have to help his family" Donatello frowned, walking past the blue cladded turtle to help his injured family members.

Leonardo's breath hitched, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes and spilling down quietly his cheeks. Honour, justice, family.... these words were for heros. Words for people that helped their country, he didn't do any of those things. He was a villain, killing himself slowly with his actions.

Moments like these reminded of his haunted childhood, how Splinter berating him for being worthless, how he would never accumulate to anything. Tonight those very words repeated like a record in his brain, unable to pause or freeze and he sat there listening to it all. Because it was true. He wasn't some warrior or a soldier, he was a mistake. And those horrible words ring in his head like an alarm, he didn't deserve to live.

Leo made questionable decisions tonight but his brothers didn't know how much burden he carried on his shoulders. He wouldn't forget those who passed tonight nor did he forget the injuries inflicted on his brother because of him. Was this how he wanted his life to be? Was this worth the pain and failures? And no matter how much those humans had wronged him, he swore to never turn like Splinter had done. Though now he could see himself follow in those very footsteps, heart twisted with evil and brutal thoughts.

They all lay heavy on his mind, constantly mocking and torturing of him of the leadership he once held with great importance and dedication. But now it started to disintegrate, proving his worst fear true that he was simply unable to protect his loved ones. That he couldn't even help himself. He could feel himself spiralling out of control and its times like these, he wished someone would hold him tight Ground him to reality, pushing those thoughts out of his body instead of laying low waiting to strike at his most weakest.

There he sat, sinking further and further into the pit of depair and self-hatred wondering if anyone could ever rescue him from this prison.

Wondering if he ever deserved to feel any happiness.

Wondering if he was better off being alone.

#tmnt mafia!leonardo x reader #tmnt mafia!leonardo #tmnt mafia!leo

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writingonesdreams · 3 years

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Okay let's dive deeper into this

There were so many decisions to make with this commission, making me feel part of the art piece. From the order, the positions, the clothes and expressions, everything here is deeply representative of the story.

The Silverstone brothers. The older Kyler known for his orderly withdrawn nature. Always proper and perfect in his signature long coat. Pulsor magic is brittle and destructive, lighting pulses are very dangerous and require absolute discipline and control over one's body, responses and feelings. They come from the body itself so any mistake, any blink of careless emotion causes burns along the veins, pain and scars that don't fade.

What this particular picture is hinting at is also the Shadow poisoning Kyler is suffering under - it's not really a secret since it will be revealed in the first few chapters, but no one else knows - Shadow Craft is very new and very loathed and distrusted, since it's the opposite of Aural magic that focuses on channeling positive emotions. Shadow Crafters channel the negative, dark impulses, hatred, jealousy, everything painful and grieving. Terroristic groups of this type are most common, cause it's easy to lose oneself in the intensity of these feelings and the magic is often used to control Phantoms, the beings of magic and negativity. Prior to the story Kyler was captured by such a group and tortured for two weeks - forcing Shadow Craft on him with no training and with his pride and horror in the help of seeking any help for it. If you look closely, there are little dark lines running down Kyler's hand and neck.

Wes's stance contrasts Kyler's - relaxed, formality forgotten, wide grin on his face and wind magic held with carefree pride. The while and black of their suites isn't a coincidence either, with Wes being open, adventurous in his green shirt and with his scales freely showing. This is the Wes the story will be working towards - one that doesn't feel ashamed or insecure about switching magics, about his form, about his passion for it, about being who he is. Kyler symbolises the conflict, Wes is the goal, the protected and the brave, the one who has still yet to face the world but believes he will win.

Now Acacia. Finding the perfect dress for her was a challenge but it really worked out. She looks like a water fairy there, unearthly and dreamy. An ombre dress going from dark blue to light blue would have been characteristic of an Water Elemental - Elementals often wear colours and clothes that symbolise their power, the element that speaks to them and guides them. But Acacia is including all the colours around, adding green and yellow and the orange and red. This is tribute for Acacia being a Switcher mage, mastering both water and Aural style on high levels, something very rare and generally looked down upon. Magic is more than family, more than blood and more than life. It's the expression of the soul, the extension of the mage's will, personal by default. Switching the way you think to control a different type of magic is extremely difficult, and if you manage it how can you be trusted, not being loyal to your spirit?

Irene and Darren to the show.

Irene is a wolf and a weapon, a fire mage and an outcast as the biggest kind of Shifter in town. Only smaller Shifters normally reside in big cities, since transforming is needed but should be inconspicuous to other residents. Being true to your other form of existence, giving it free reign is important part of such identity. That's why Shifters of big animals often live in the country side, with open spaces, less crowds and noise and free to turn whever they want. People got so used to it, a common belief is now that big Shifters just don't belong with the population, that they wouldn't be able to control themselves and cause trouble. Now Irene is also a weapon and a driven ambitious mage and won't let such details stop her. Her sword form is light and thin blade, like a katana held in one hand. She is very proud at who she is, both a wolf and steel, dressed in fire.

Darren Rhyes is a talented Scythe Shifer. His control and skill allows him to transform any part of his body without transforming himself whole, making him able to face opponents without needed to be wielded. A mage and weapon bond is a very special thing, with emotions and magic adjusting, resonating and amplifying each other. But Darren is a very special weapon and being wielded by someone with inferior understanding of magic or lesser drive to win is just insulting to him. He hates teamwork and partnerships and doesn't care about praxis points for the magic licence. He breathes completion, seeks challenge and loves the thrill of a good magic match. His high and power are scary on the first glance, but his mastery of Aural magic and his blades is phenomenal.

The colours also indicate the partnerships in the tournament. Kyler is Irene's wielder, the red symbolizing this connection.

The only one with suitable magic for Darren is Acacia, which is why he has the blue tie and stands with her. Winning him over to actually work with her instead if ignoring he will be a challenge. Acacia joins out of intellectual interest, Darren for the win and matches themselves. Their attitudes are very different, not to mention Darren's arrogance isn't a good match with Acacia's shyness.

Wes is a sword shifter of Aural kind, and can't resonate with Pulsors either. His sword form is however very heavy and big, reflective of his raw magic power, which is hard to wield for someone like Acacia, with only basic training and magic focused on mind and imagination instead of physical enhancement.

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