From my own money, that i earned from my own job also i have a smart phone now so atleast i can say now that i've got a brain!
Aaaaand to celebrate this i made a 29 layered animation which i'm about to upload.
Bragging Rights Hot vs Cold"Okay Raph," Leo said as he looked at his younger brother, "you know the deal. You won rock-paper-scissors. You pick first."
Raphael nodded. He looked at his brothers and smirked, "I pick..."
The trio looked at him, and then, Donnie and Mikey looked at Leo, who Raph always picked.
Leo took a deep breath and was about to step up, when...
His eyes opened, and he and his brothers looked at their red clad brother, "What?"
Raphael smirked more, "Mikey. I choose Mikey."
Mikey frowned before he smiled widely, "BOOYAKASHA! C'mon Raph, let's go win!"
The two youngest high three-ed and ran off.
Leo and Donnie blinked.
"What just happened?" Leo asked.
Donnie shrugged, "I don't know, but let's go. We can't let them win!"
Leo nodded and they ran off as well.The turtles had agreed to a new training session from April.It would help them work in teams of two and their communication methods.
It was a scavenger hunt.
One of the two partners had to be blindfolded and led by his partner.It was al
Point of View LII: Exhaustion (End)
I don't even make it to the floor before I'm overcome with exhaustion.
That meltdown drained all of my energy which, after nearly a week of full-blown fights and almost no sleep, wasn't that much to begin with.
What I wouldn't give to be sinking into bed right now.
No, this is more important to me. For Raph, I'm going to hang on. Rest can come later.
Except I'm stalling about what to say. Again. Come on, think of something before the silence settles in…
Maybe Raph has an idea. I'll let him start the conversation.
What do you want to talk about, Raph?
I can tell by the way his forehead is scrunched that he's thinking hard. Maybe this is just as difficult for him as it is for me…expecting two people to hold a conversation after years of trying to avoid it. Of course, it's a struggle for both of us. That makes me feel a little better.
Why don't ya tell me how ya managed ta get me in a sleeper hold the other day? I didn't think it was possible with those scrawny arm of yers,
100 Themes Challenge - 006 -BreatheBreathe
Splinter set down the last two platefuls of worms and algae in front of his youngest two sons.
“Thank you, daddy,” Donnie said. Mikey however only smiled in appreciation, his mouth already too full for him to speak.
“You are welcome, my sons,” he said and joined them for their early morning meal.
“Daddy, I have a question,” Leo began.
Splinter smiled. “Yes, my son, what is your question?”
“Can we play in the water later?”
Raph gasped. “Yeah I wanna play in the water! Please, daddy? Please?!”
“Please daddy!” Mikey pleaded, blowing chunks of algae all over his part of the table.
“Michelangelo,” Splinter scolded, “please, do not talk with your mouth full.”
Mikey swallowed. “Hai, Sensei.”
Splinter sighed. “I don't know, boys. You know how I feel about that sewer water.”
“We won't get sick, I promise,” Leo pleaded. “Please, daddy?
Sad Klunk Diary 2
Despite my pleas, the authorities refuse to leave the bathroom faucet on so that I may have a constant supply of fresh water. Instead, I am forced to drink from a bowl like some common dog. I have been robbed of all dignity.
The orange authority presented me with a gift he calls a "cat tree". I know I should be thankful, but the gift I was hoping for the box that the tree came in which has since been thrown away. I am so devastated I can hardly bring myself to look at the tree, let alone play on it.
This morning I summoned the courage to explore the depths of a plastic bag that had fallen to the floor. Later as I exited it, my back paw was viciously trapped by the bag's handle. I attempted to flee only for the bag to chase after me. Rather than save me, the authorities howled with laughter. Fortunately, I was able to escape and am currently seeking safety beneath the couch. May the cat goddess Bastet protect me from any more plastic bags.
Sad Klunk Diary
The orange authority continues to insist that I cuddle with him. During this time, he repeatedly chants that I am a good kitty. I cannot take this smothering much longer. I must escape and soon. Pray for my release.
Today I successfully climbed to the top of the refrigerator. My song of triumph must have been mistaken as a cry of distress for the orange authority came and removed me from my perch. I will attempt to repeat the arduous climb as soon as the authorities have vacated the kitchen.
In hopes of winning the favor of the head authority, I offered him the rat I hunted and killed this morning. He rejected my sacrifice. Perhaps because it resembles him. I will search for a new gift.
There is a large square pillow at the end of the couch which I had claimed as mine. Yet when I lay on it I am promptly shooed off by the authorities. Apparently, I am to be denied even this simple luxury. The cruelty of this prison is endless.
Raph and Spike
Raphael knew that he shouldn’t explore too far, still that didn’t stop him from doing it. He’d slowly been pushing the limits of the time he’d sneak out of bed and out of their home to explore the sewers that extended from their home. Still even in his adventures he was smart; he knew that to go above ground was dangerous. He did believe Master Splinter when he said that alone and at this young age, the world at large was not a place that was safe for them. Something in his voice made him believe, and made it be one of the very few things he didn’t argue with the older rat about.
Tonight had been planned to be no different than others. That was until he heard what sounded like voices echoing from the far end of the duct that poured water out into the river. He moved along swiftly, he’d never seen a human in person before.
‘If you go out there, I cannot protect you… the world will not understa