Odds and Ends

fotisha:

ryley-stbatman:

spacebats:

ravenzoe:

effingtomb:

you-and-me-divine:

If you didn’t think “Shia LaBeouf” could get better, you were wrong.

I literally can’t believe this exists there are tears in my eyes that I don’t remember crying

THIS IS EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER HOPE FOR

Oh fucking shit

Dear Mary Mother of Christ Above this is incredible.

I wasn’t ready for my life to peak this early on.

I don’t even know who Shia Labeouf is, and this is hilarious.

hotmilkytea:

okay but seriously

does anybody realise how completely and utterly boned the baraturts would have been if Splinter had found like, Harry Potter instead of the Magical Ninjitsu Book?

because imagine these seven foot tall baras facing off against Shredder with these tiny wands…

NO.

NO SNUFFES.

THE BOYS MUST NEVER KNOW THE HORROR THAT IS 50 SHADES.

Prompt: the Turts and friends celebrating a holiday (any holiday, as vague or as prominent as you like) and somehow end up going on an at least partially drunken escapade
Anonymous

pandasize:

theherocomplex:

Leo is perfectly drunk. He’s warm, but not hot, laughing but not obnoxious, and he’s almost completely sure that the two pizzas he’s managed to eat are going to stay in his stomach, where they belong. 

He’s not so sure about the whole walking thing, so he’s going to stay where he is on the couch, and watch Mikey yell at Youtube videos of baby elephants. 

April’s head lolls against his shoulder. “Where’s Donnie?” she slurs. “He left a while ago. Should I look for ‘im?” She hiccups and tries to sit up, then slumps back against his side. “Sorry. Tumbled over.” 

Leo waves a hand, as a laugh builds up in his chest again. This is the way most major holidays work now: Casey and April smuggle an obscene amount of alcohol into the lair, everyone gets wasted, and once everyone is seeing double, they start sparring. 

Without weapons. No one wants a repeat of St. Patrick’s Day, 2016. 

So, on this glorious Valentine’s Day, Leo happily handed Casey and Raph’s asses to them, and then both Raph and Donnie disappeared. Casey is sprawled on the floor, snoring, and Leo debates joining him. 

But someone really should check where Donnie’s gotten off to, and since he’s the leader, he stands up and lets April flop to the couch with a groan. 

He meets Donnie in the entryway of the lair. 

"Where’d you go?" he tries to ask, but manages to just say "Werrrrrrdoooo?" before he starts cackling and has to lean against the wall. 

"I was getting something for April," Donnie says, with lofty, drunken dignity. "It’s our first Valentine’s Day. She deserves something special.” 

Leo forces his eyes open. Donnie’s arms are full of teddy bears, Harry Potter legos, an electric can opener, what looks like a butcher knife, and a set of towels monogrammed with the letters “PRF”. 

"Donnie, no," he says. "You stole — all of that?" 

"I liberated it,” Donnie corrects him. “For April.

Leo should protest; he should stop this right now. Because Donnie happy and in love is terrifying enough — Leo can’t handle an openly kleptomaniac Donnie on top of all the other paradigm shifts. 

But then Raph stomps in, covered in leaves and dirt, swearing about puncture wounds and dragging something behind him, and Leo is too drunk to do anything except watch as Raph drops an entire uprooted rose bush on Casey’s balls. 

Raph drops an entire uprooted rose bush on Casey’s balls.”

So, tonight’s warmup doodle involves warm and fuzzy romance.

if you get that giant mikey, can you occasionally hide it in the shower to scare people?

I would hide him EVERYWHERE.

baconpoweredmutant:

//^OMFG. U GUYS LOOK WHAT WALMART HAS.

is…is it wrong that I want one?

baconpoweredmutant:

//^OMFG. U GUYS LOOK WHAT WALMART HAS.

is…is it wrong that I want one?

This speaks to me

On a spiritual level.

I love how the boys are making a good effort at appearing friendly and non threatening.
And then there’s Raph.

I love how the boys are making a good effort at appearing friendly and non threatening.

And then there’s Raph.

This evening’s warmup doodle.

This evening’s warmup doodle.

If you're still taking prompts: Donnie humming "I'm the very model of a scientist salarian" while he cures New York of the kraangforming.
Anonymous

theherocomplex:

"Is he singing?" whispers Mikey. "Like, while he —" 

Raph tries to tell Mikey to shut up, that who knows what the hell he’s breathing in, but then he gets a mouthful of dust and starts coughing. Mikey pounds on his shell, harder than he has to, and over his coughing and the thudding of Mikey’s fists, Raph hears a slightly off-kilter and very off-key voice singing cheerfully down below. 

I am the very model of a scientific terrapin 

A tinny Kraang scream echoes up from the street.

I’ve studied mutants tigerish and fishy and reptilian 

Now there are several screams, and Donnie’s sweet, tuneless voice rises above them all. 

My bioweapon studies range from anthrax to food poisonin’ 

I am the very model of a scientific terrapin 

"I’m not —" Raph can’t stop coughing, because the smoke from the fires is everywhere, and the Kraang labs will be burning for days. "I’m not going to tell him to stop."

"Me neither," says Mikey, as Leo shakes his head and avoids looking at what’s happening down below. 

This makes me happy like you won’t believe. XD

Quick warmup doodle for the evening! 
Sorry, nothing turtle related. XD

Quick warmup doodle for the evening! 

Sorry, nothing turtle related. XD