I love Johnny and Kitty because their main goal is to just be able to chill in the human realm whenever they feel like it.
Here’s Skulker who wants to skin the main character. Here’s Desiree who wants to sew chaos through manipulating people’s wishes. Here’s Spectra who wants to psychologically demolish as many people as she can. Here’s Plasmious, Ember, and Technus who all want in some shape or form to take over the world.
And Here’s Kitty and Johnny who wants to drive around on their sick bike.
They’re antagonists because they have no qualms about taking over the lives of a teen girl or two, and also when they have spats, they make it everyone’s problem, but mostly they’re just self centered teens who have the capabilities to create problems that can’t be ignored.
That’s why so many fanfics even have them as friends with Danny so long as they’re not actively harming anyone.
something something his ghost half always bleeds into his human half and vice versa something something
What Even Are You??
I´ve made a thing. Someone from the Discord Server said this :D
Original quot is unter the cut
some other comics i made -> Shitpost Comic Masterpost
Fishing his cell phone from its pocket wedged under his shell, Raphael hit the speed dial for Mikey. The easiest way to check on him was just to call him after all. Especially since they had two additional bases now that he and Leo were taking turns manning for this rotation. That explained why Leo had been caught since the other three weren’t with him. But it didn’t explain why their alarms hadn’t been tripped. Unless Leo had been outside the base on patrol, like he sometimes did when he was restless.
Okay Mikey that’s five rings, pick up the phone-
“You’re speaking to the greatest turtle of all time, hero of the realms, Nexus Champion, Michael Angelo Spliterson.”
For once Mikey’s voice was a welcomed relief instead of a complete annoyance, and Raphael found himself smirking instead of wanting to throttle him. “I’m gonna beat you for that, bozo,” Raphael responded, more on reflex than an actual threat.
“Awww, but Raphy buddy, you’d actually have to win against me for once to do that,” Mikey shot back. Harmless banter at this point. Despite the hundreds of sparring matches they’d gotten into, Raphael still hadn’t managed to win against Mikey even once. But they had saved each other's lives often enough it no longer truly mattered.
“Well get over here then.”
“Uh, I’ll pass,” Mikey declined quickly. “Got the ole second base to watch over y’know. Can’t leave her on her own. What would Don say if I just abandon-”
“I mean it Mikey. Get over here, Leo’s been caught by Augustine,” Raphael interrupted, ton growing completely serious now.
“HUH-?!” Mikey’s outburst cracked over the speaker and made Raphael pull the phone away from his ear. “Whadda you-?? Start with that you-! I’ll be right there!”
The call ended with a beep before Raphael could give a retort, but he just sighed and lowered the phone to tap a different speed dial. They would need their usual backup for this one, and he also had some words to get out. Thankfully this time his call was answered on the second ring.
“Yo Raph, what’s up? Miss me that much?”
Casey. The one that had been with Leo on base sitting duty that night. “Say goodbye to your son, then get back to home base asap. I’m gonna kill you for losing my brother,” Raphael growled simply, then took his turn to end the call without a goodbye. It would be better to talk to both Mikey and Casey at the same time, in person.
Once both people were contacted Raphael slipped his phone back into its place and approached Don, raising a brow as he was mildly impressed once again by how fast his genius of a brother was manipulating his precious computer. Touch screens and a custom keyboard really sped up his process, as did state of the art equipment. Coming to stand at his shoulder, Raphael remained quiet, knowing Don would speak when he formulated his thoughts enough around what he’d found.
Sure enough, it was only minutes of watching screens flashing by incomprehensibly that Don started his report. “Interesting. I ran an analysis for interdimensional breeches, and there’s a significant outlier from the usual comings and goings of people like the Daimyo and the others we’re used to visiting.”
“So…….,” Raphael started, a request for Don to pause and let him catch up with his own thoughts. “Augustine succeeded in creating an interdimensional machine despite us having stolen what she needed for it?”
“Yes…. and no,” Don confirmed and denied. “It wasn’t stable. The bridge between dimensions was quick, and horribly uncalculated. Like a misfire from trying to modify a weapon. I think she was trying something else, and got more than she bargained for.”
“An accident,” Raphael reworded simply, then sighed. “Great. And we still don’t have enough evidence to get her locked up?”
“Not yet. But this might be a tipping point once we get it solved,” Don responded with a mirthless chuckle. If only it were that simple. Augustine was eccentric, and unstable, but apparently still too valuable for the EPF to be willing to let her go. “I’ve got a good guess where she’s hiding out now. Three of the signatures converge at one point, including the one that matches the readings I’ve remotely pulled from our third outpost. And the location is part of our list of potentials.”
“...Texas? Really?” Raphael complained, raising a brow when the location was singled out on the display.
“Yep. Texas.” Don nodded, then caught sight of an entry register on another screen and turned to meet the one who’d arrived.
“Guys! You gotta help me- I think Leo’s gone missing! You gotta help me find him.” Casey’s arrival to the home lair was announced via a stomping run as he shouted his distress, one of Leo’s swords in his hands. “He went off to do a patrol like he does, but then he didn’t come back, and then I went looking for him to come back here, but all I found was his sword thing, and he never leaves that laying around. I think he got snatched! Do you have a tracker or something on him?”
As Casey started to explain his side of the story, Raphael could only fold his arms as both he and Don stared blankly at their friend. It may have seemed like a weird ploy with ulterior motives, but after having spent so many years with the man they both knew that Casey wasn’t faking anything. He just apparently didn’t have two dots connected in his mind just yet.
“....Did you figure that all out before or after I called you?” Raphael asked simply, continuing to give Casey a dry look.
“What? Uhhhhh…… After-.... Ohhhhh,” Casey seemed confused at the apparent unrelated question. But Don and Raphael could swear they could see the dots in Casey’s mind clicking together as he remembered what Raphael had called about in the first place. “You guys already know. Heheh. Uhm….. So where we going?”
Don could only chuckle as Casey sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. Before he could answer Casey the room gained another body as Mikey came dashing in. “I’m here! Let’s go! Bags are packed! Are we flying or driving?” Mikey rushed, stopping to jog in place once he reached the landing the rest were on.
“Hold on, bro. We haven’t even gone over a plan yet,” Raphael chastised, though he couldn’t hold the amusement from his tone.
“You can debrief me on the plane. Or truck. Whichever. Time’s a wasting,” Mikey continued, still jogging in place. “Did you get to talk to him? Or get a picture? Bad guys love sending kidnapping pictures. Does he look- Oh!”
At the mention of a picture Don clicked a few keystrokes to change the view of the monitors back to the video they had received. Catching sight of it, Mikey abruptly stopped moving, turning to gape at the picture. “Woah….. Ohhhh no, the crazy lady grabbed some other poor mutant ninja turtles inste- wait- is that ME? Mini me? He’s so small. But the orange headband is my thing- ohhhhh we didn’t stop her, did we.”
Raph had to snort at Mikey’s reaction to seeing the other two mutant turtles that had been kidnapped along with their brother. Only then did he start moving to comply with Mikey’s earlier prompting to get going. “Accidental cross dimension kidnapping. Is what it looks like anyway. We won’t know for sure until we ask their names once we rescue them.”
“Alriiiight. Time to finally bash this lady’s head!” Casey cheered, rotating his arm with a fist and moving to follow Raph.
“Ah ah. Not you. People with kids under the age of ten are strictly on backup duty, remember? You stay here and keep an eye on April… and Master Splinter since I’m assuming he’ll be on babysitting duty again. Keep them and Junior out of trouble, alright?” Raphael countered, whipping around to poke Casey in the chest and push him back.
“Awwwww maaann. Really? That applies even for rescue missions?” Casey whined, though he didn’t seem too upset about it. He did get to stay with April and their son after all.
“It applies for all missions. Especially breaking into government bases,” Don confirmed, slinging his prepacked backpack over his shoulders. “I’ve already messaged April, she and Leatherhead will meet you here and infiltrate their systems to give us support. Make sure Master Splinter gets to bed on time too, will you?”
“Guhhhhh, finnnee. Just punch someone good for me, alright?” Casey relented, making a show of throwing his head back in a pout. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your dad too. Just don’t take too long.”
“We’ll be back before you know it,” Raphael assured. “You better not eat all the nachos,” he added as a warning, pointing a finger at Casey as he and the others left the raised terrace.
“Stealth plane Mikey. We’re headed to Texas,” Don directed, taking the lead to their underground hangar.
“Texas?” Mikey repeated, pausing verbally to consider a thought. “You think we can grab any kolaches while we're there?”
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03 Mikey is just fine X'D He's just at a different, smaller base.
by the way, the 03 boys are in their 30s for this, if it wasn't apparent from them being scarred up and having more armor and stuff X'D
Did you know that leeches were once used to predict storms? Well, a tornado warning just dropped and my squad is climbing
My dad is a meteorologist and he has never once warned me about an incoming storm. My leeches, however......
https://amp.theguardian.com/news/2015/apr/19/weatherwatch-forecasting-tempest-prognosticator-storm-leech
*urgently* Lads, the leechometre is at 12 bong, I repeat, 12 bong!
"tempest prognosticator" absolutely sounds like some kind of arcane device a wizard would have lying around in his workshop
It would also probably have leeches in it.
Supes says the good thing to do, not the popular one eheh 🐦
It’s because if we build trains like those commies in Europe (or invest in any public transportation infrastructure) it means The Poors might be able to get around easily and save money and shit commuting to their three jobs. Next thing you know, they’ll be invading your gated community and fucking up your golf course, and we can’t have that! 😱
I know where your coming from, but the US does have a rail network that connects one end to the other, you can get from LA to Boston, it as just not fast and requires transfers, just like a Lisbon to Moscow trip would. But yeah that's proof that the "America is too big for trains" argument is complete bullshit.also yeah building a rail network that is large and accessible would help the poorest members of society, so we should do it, now
Good news! This is now the bashing medical professionals shit behavior website. Especially other medical professionals who remind us to report shit behavior.
Although yes, I too am waiting for the onslaught, because it is a really big website and there's a lot of people here.
I am a doctor, and a patient; I won't defend other practitioners' shit behavior.
We're taught in med school to form a collaberative, therapeutic alliance with our patients. That is, the doctor and the patient are team members against the patient's illness, which the patient is coming to the doctor for help with.
Predictably, lines of communication and thus quality of care fall apart when this is forgotten or not learned.
It's so important.
It's the patient's body.
The doctor comes to the patient with a wide breadth of knowledge and sometimes a narrow area of specialized expertise.
The patient comes to the doctor with their body that they live in. They are the experts of their body. They know what their disease feels like in a way the doctor can never know, often even if the doctor has suffered the same disease.
They know how their body responds to a drug in a way the doctor can never know, often even if the doctor has previously taken that same drug.
Every individual is unique in the way they experience a given illness or a given treatment.
So we have to be a team.
You are the expert in your lived experience.
I'm just some person who hopefully knows some stuff and have worked with people with similar problems. I have a license to provide treatment.
Together we form a TEAM whereby we put our heads together to figure out how to best go about helping you.
That's how it's supposed to be, anyway!
(And, yes, full disclainer there are absolutely exceptions of people who for this or that reason are unreliable historians but that's not most people.)
Thank you. Thank you a million times over. You get it. You're genuine. You remind me of my GP of 20 years, with whom I've grown.
I feel lucky that all my specialists are just like you. The ones I saw who displayed shit behavior were not seen again. I'm lucky I live in the DC Metro Area, where there are a lot of doctors. Most patients are not so lucky. It hurts me.
You post this without a video.
you POST this without.a.video
YOU POST THIS WITHOUT A VIDEO
@that-house this has your vibes
Oh to be excavator operator taking an aircraft for one last ride while probably doing plane noises
Being human is amazing.
Cryptid sighting
Text:
Tim: …I can explain
Jason: Then explain
Tim: I can’t actually explain
Jason: Then why did you say you could
Tim: I didn’t think you’d take me up on it
Jason: Why are you in my house
Found this reddit post. This kinda makes me feel better. And it’s something I think about sometimes because I always feel like regardless of how hard I work on something I don’t get anywhere.
Nice summary. If you’re curious, the anon here is referring to studies over the last decade that have pointed to major impacts on pattern separation with depression, and how depression can have major impacts on nonsynaptic plasticity.
Hey y'all why are writers always cold?
...why?
They're always surrounded by drafts!
How many mystery writers does it take to change a lightbulb?
Oh god.
How many?
Two! One to change the bulb, and the other to give it an unexpected twist at the end!
What do writers have for breakfast?
Coffee?
Synonym buns!
Where do all the struggling writers live?
How are you coming up with all these?
Where?
Writer's Block!
What do writers suffer from each spring?
(I've heard a lot of them over the years.)
Allergies. Next question.
you were close; A case of allegories
Why are writers always in great shape?
Circular prose
Nope! It's because we're always running out of ideas!
Did you hear about the famous writer who turned out to be a fraud?
I did not
His life had it's prose and cons...
Why is editing a better job than writing?
It's more rewording?
Correct! I am out of jokes. :(
Weavers of Life, me, embroidery, 2021.
what the FUCK
It's hard to see here... but sea butterflies are a kind of snail
Further proof the ocean is full of aliens
Historians Thank Donald Trump for Putting a Definitive End to the "Who's The Worst President" Debate
For all the people saying it's Reagan. I'm aware and agree that Reagan is terrible. But you're underestimating just how terrible Trump is.
Not only was he openly fascist and a criminal, he was also just unbelievably incompetent.
When Hurricane Maria hit Puerto Rico and his advisors told him about what he should do, he asked them why they even had to help Puerto Rico. And not (just) because he didn't care.
He didn't know Puerto Rico was part of the United States. He was the president at the time.
Similar thing happened when he asked his advisors why the US was in NATO. Not just in a sarcastic anti-NATO way. He honestly didn't know.
Trump's fascism, criminality, and sheer incompetence eclipsed every US president in awfulness. Including Reagan.
