rouvere:

TMNT Beach Day Commission >30 ~~~

(I’m open for commissions! Please message me if interested <3 )

You dare lay a finger on even one of us?
                                                      Then you best prepare for a fight with all of us.

🌃 just finished 1 of the 2 piñatas, needed for our upcoming camping trip this weekend. ~(^.°)~

likeaturtledo:

Cutie! ^^ Just a little something I made for a contest.

kazisuke:

ブヤカシャー!

tmntlittletomboy:

You wanna know what should of been in the show?

Mikey goes over to Karai and says “You wanna meet our mom?”

She would say “sure I guess”

He leaves and comes back with the ooze canister and say “this is our mom. Her and splinter made us. She can be your mom too if you want. I know
It’s not the real thing but you can just imagine it.”

Karai would stare at Mikey and take the ooze canister and hug it, just for him.

I'm turning a new leaf; making a change.  

Shamefully self-promotes my Kai blog.

tmnt-central:

cowa-fucking-bunga:

"Pain and suffering is inevitable. But misery is optional….right?"


Because some people mentioned SAINW to my last picture. And now my hand kinda slipped…

Oh… bless this picture.

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO MAKE ME FEEL FEELINGS! ;_;

The heart may be ωєαк
   Sometimes it may even gινє ιη.
                 But I’ve learned that ∂єєρ ∂σωη, 
              There’s a ℓιgнt 
    That never 
                        { Goes out }

wellknowncrazy: "Why didn't you call me"

SEND ME A SENTENCE [INJURED]

           Heart pounding and inhale/exhales rang panic at apartment complex 101’s — what is left of the majority undercoated crust, enduring decades of ear-cringing peeling — maroon door.

Ding dong’s lyric the tempo by each ground striking sprint that scrapped expired pavement free; miniature boulders mechanically gearing up the sneakers’ soles.

April, in the bruise and -thank God- flesh, was a mannequin, oblivious towards teenage-vigilante’s apprehension at her limp presence. His arms hooked forth, strapping his hands around her upper limb that she unconsciously held with the her left arm, pain now rejuvenating at it’s core as she became more aware of her current condition. Just recently, had she rediscovered her final result of running a marathon from her villainous treadmill’s end.      

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Bluntly accepting Casey’s assurance she locked her eye lids with a huff, wisdom entering her ticker. 

A ninja must be prepared for anything or anyone. The key element to these surprises are to find your core and always remember: to breath.

In—snnnnnff……. aand out—haaaaa. She breathed the advice just as Splinter trained her in meditation. It worked like a pro.

With a healthy leap, her knees unbuckled and she was up on her sneakers. The sprained arm was carefully thrown over a shoulder as her posture slouched in her comrade’s support. They stood motionless, an answer waiting to be heard from his inquiry. “Thought about it—” she croaked as her fist he shouldered soon became ajar; shattered glass with a ‘T’ embed in scrap metal, left over soot, and Donnie’s tracker (incase of emergency) revealed. ”—bad idea,” April continued, muscles uplifting to a reason to be concerned, triumphant, grin.

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