The Tough Turtle

Oh my gosh am I really here? I am! So I recently hit the big 2-0-0 and it’s time to celebrate with another FOLLOW FOREVER!

There’s so many people I want to recognize in this, and so many people I love dearly, and so many people that have been genuinely awesome. I really look forward to being here even longer, and here for the next 100 and more!

If you aren’t on this list, that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Because I do, dearly, and I want to play more with everybody! I just sometimes miss people. But you’re all great and thanks so much for being here. <3

First off, the baes. Much love and kisses, as always.

@tenderborn | @grandtheftautobct | @themostattitude | @psychickunochi | @redcxwabunga | @kammy-cupcake | @hamatosensei

Second, a bunch of delightful people I want to play so much more with.

@honorborn | @fierceborn | @bebcp | @blueeyedleader | @xnerdismsx | @unusual-trine-mates | @bracedvigilante | @neopawlitan | @lethargic-hunter | @purpletechtyrtle | @hockeyvigilante

And lastly, a bunch of shout-outs to awesome people who’ve been great to follow and I’d love to interact more with in the future.

“The rest of it is in my bedroom. So, uh. Follow me.”

Without any further hesitation, Raphael jumped from the perch, landing hard on the ground below. While his landing had near-perfect form, pain still shot through his body. His knees were weak from years of landing on them too hard during sparring, and now, even padded, he had to be careful with them.

“Raph, wait, you shouldn’t-!”

He didn’t have time to get the rest of his sentence out, as already his bulkier brother had jumped down from his perch to land hard on the ground below. It seemed no matter how many times he warned him against doing that, he did it anyway.

He squinted after him for a moment, adjusted his glasses, then sighed, using a bit of a more round-about way to get down to his level.

“So... I can design it however I want it?” Raphael asked, ignoring the pained sensation in his knees already. He was stubborn, and always insisted he was fine, and he saw no reason for today to be any different.

He paused, thinking it over. Was a red bike already too flashy? Would it be completely out of the question for him to have one with a pair of sai painted on the front?

He wasn’t quite sure why but hearing that compliment from Donatello filled Raphael with an odd sense of pride. “Heh, thanks.”

The older of the two couldn’t help the grin that was growing on his face. If talking motorcycles with Donatello was what it took to feel this good, the red-clad turtle figured he needed to get his shell up here every single day. He just hoped Donatello was enjoying it as much as he was.

The taller turtle grinned right back, shifting so he could swing his legs over the side of the structure he’d found to sit on, still holding the part in his hands.

He’d sort of had a feeling his immediate elder would be into this kind of thing, but he’d never really questioned it or pressed any kind of inquiries. He was used to having his own interests, separate from his brothers’, even if he’d wanted to be even just a little bit closer.

This was a golden opportunity, handed to him as a nicely cleaned up carburetor.

“The rest of it is in my bedroom. So, uh. Follow me.”

Without any further hesitation, Raphael jumped from the perch, landing hard on the ground below. While his landing had near-perfect form, pain still shot through his body. His knees were weak from years of landing on them too hard during sparring, and now, even padded, he had to be careful with them.

Wanda Maximoff || Denied the basic protections and rights guaranteed to prisoners of war under The Geneva Convention

“It… it is? I mean, I know it’s pretty clean-lookin’ but that’s just ‘cause I polished it…”

The massive turtle tapped his fingers together in front of him,not exactly sure how to continue. He wanted to ask for Donnie’s help assembling the motorcycle that went with the engine piece he’d just handed to Donnie, but he hadn’t been expecting praise for it.

“Well, it is. You’ve got an eye for quality; this thing is in nearly mint condition.”

The younger of the pair held up the part he’d been handed to put it in slightly better light, looking over it with the keen eye of the inventor. He was clearly very interested in what he was seeing, nodding as he mumbled assessments to himself before looking back to his brother.

He wasn’t quite sure why but hearing that compliment from Donatello filled Raphael with an odd sense of pride. “Heh, thanks.”

The older of the two couldn’t help the grin that was growing on his face. If talking motorcycles with Donatello was what it took to feel this good, the red-clad turtle figured he needed to get his shell up here every single day. He just hoped Donatello was enjoying it as much as he was.

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“Raph, where did you find this?”

Though he had been doing much better lately about not holing himself away to work on any number of fiddly projects, sometimes the tallest of the four brothers just needed some time away. Which was why he’d found himself a spot in one of the higher spots of their lair, tucked just slightly out of view. Surprising as it was that his older brother had found him, and his sometimes need for solitude, he really didn’t mind the company.

“Seriously, this is kind of amazing.”

“It... it is? I mean, I know it’s pretty clean-lookin’ but that’s just ‘cause I polished it...”

The massive turtle tapped his fingers together in front of him,not exactly sure how to continue. He wanted to ask for Donnie’s help assembling the motorcycle that went with the engine piece he’d just handed to Donnie, but he hadn’t been expecting praise for it.

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