#temperamental-turtle

Same here xD well...I've always imagined his singing voice as nothing out of the ordinary. -shrugs- BUT HEY I HEADCANON HIM AS AN AWESOME DRUM PLAYER TOO. -high fives- 

She thinks he might be as red as his mask.She doesn’t ask and doesn’t joke, lest he leaves faster than she wants(and knows he’s going to leave anyway).”Santa baby," she mumbles with a half-step up and toward him, a small peck placed on his cheek.She knows she’ll either have an earful or just the wariness a stray dog might have clear until the New Year. He was always one or the other; never what she wanted.She guessed she could live with that.       ”I’ll come back for th’ rest on New Year’s Eve, Scrooge.”

He’s pulling away again. He does this when there’s little touches, like a brush of knee  or her elbow against the worn leather of his sai grips. His voice and his mouth and his eyes are so sharp and she didn’t think beating one of the many worn out bags tucked away in the back of the dojo would’ve dulled them.He doesn’t find her anywhere in the lair when he gets back, but the chain of daisies she’d left on top of one of Leo’s half-soaked Marvel comics makes him grunt.(Maybe he misses her, but he kicks and crushes an old soda can underneath his foot  and lets a frown tug harshly at his mouth when he thinks about it.)She’s gone? Good, let her go, then.He goes to sulk in his room and she unfolds herself from the doorway, her abs half-thanking her for allowing her to breathe again. He starts a curse and she swings herself forward and catches him mid-sentence with her mouth on his.The feeling is short lived.She comes crashing down from the doorway and he has half a mind (thankfully) to catch her and straighten her upright, though he’s none too pleased at her and she knows it.She rolls her shoulders in a shrug.It’d be worth him pulling away again.

[Raph isn't freakin' Juggernaut. He's a cocky little shit that let's his cocky little shittedness get the better of him.  Like, GEEZ. I loved it when April punched Raph AND Casey. You go, April. Proud of u, gurl.]

[YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOUR RAPHthank you so much ;0; you're the bestest]

[HE PROBABLY SLEEPS IN hIS BANDANA HE'S PROBABLY WORN THOSE JEANS EVERY DAY THIS MONTH WITHOUT WASHING THEM HE PROBABLY SLEEPS IN HIS JEANS]

[RIGHT!? I wonder how he got it. I WISH it was from Tigerclaw-- 'cause that would make sense-- but I imagine with how the continuity is going, it's just a hockey injury from playing without a helmet. If we wanna sweeten that headcanon, though, I bet it'd be self-inflicted. Him practicing his slapshot against a concrete wall and having it bounce off and nail him in the skull. WHAT A DORK. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.]

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