#2012 Casey

[excali8ur]

This

[shantechni]

Ayo y'all trippin, S4's space arc goes hard, look at these dorks doing their thing

[builtlikeastickofcelery]

no fic only comic i started in like november

essentially my thoughts after rewatching season 2 episode 8

[deadbeatbug]

lots of redraw doodles of some old art!

[urplepurplegurgleturgle]

Doodles of me trying to figure out how the fuck I want to draw turtles

Blushing Rise!Turtles

[thatonesmartkidfromschool]

Not my best work but JONATELLO!!!!

I posted some Jonatello this day last year with a similar pallete so I did it like this for fun.. yeah.

[holymolyineedtherapy]

How I genuinely think 2012!April and Rise!April would interact with each other.

2012: So you're me?

Rise: Yeah... So why are you white?

2012: Uh well I mean I guess the Kraang chose different families to experiment on-

Rise: EXCUSE THE FUCK?? YOU WERE EXPERIEMNTED ON BY THE KRAANG??

2012: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? YOURE NOT HALF KRAANG?? WHAT ABOUT YOUR PSYCHIC POWERS??

Rise: BITCH WHAT PSYCHIC POWERS?? YOURE HALF KRAANG??

2012: WAIT YOURE JUST LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN??

Rise: YEAH!! I mean I guess except for this one time a ghost lived in my head and kinda possessed me but she's family I think-

2012: BITCH YOU WERE POSSESSED BY A GHOST??

Rise: WELL YEAH AFTER KARAI DIED SHE POSSESSED ME TO TEACH THE BOYS HOW TO USE THEIR HAMATO NINPO

2012: WHAT DO YOU MEAN AFTER KARAI DIED?? KARAI IS DEAD IN YOUR UNIVERSE?? AND WHAT IS NINPO??

Rise: WELL YEAH SHES LIKE HUNDREDS OF YEARS OLD!! WAIT YALL DONT HAVE NINPO?? HOW TO YOUR BOYS HARNESS THEIR MYSTIC POWERS??

2012: YOURE TALKING ABOUT KARAI, SPLINTERS DAUGHTER??

Rise: YOU MEAN KARAI, SPLINTER'S GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT GRANDMOTHER???

2012: WHAT

Rise: WHAT

Ft: The Casey's

2012: I always knew I would be hot as a girl

Rise: I will tear out your throat

2012: Nice

[space-cat-in-a-teacup]

Cassandra: So now that we’ve proven you are actually me from another dimension, I expect you all to help out with my son

2012 Casey: Your what now

2003 Casey: Sure, I’ve always wanted kids- ain’t you a little young to be raising one, though?

Cassandra: It’s time travel, don’t worry about it

2012 Casey: I... don’t know if that makes this better or worse

2003 Casey: Oooookay, I’ll try not to

Cassandra: Honestly, it’s good you guys are here- Casey Jr. needed a strong father figure in his life

Rise Leo, who just walked in: Wh- HEY, I’m right here??

Cassandra: Oh no no, you’ve lost your parenting privileges >:/

Leo: Lost parenting- CASEY I’M LITERALLY HIS FATHER

Every other Casey and Leo: Wait you’re WHAT?? 

[trraubensaft]

More powerpuff turtles because i love them

This is their profile picture btw!

+ Sketch!

[beannary]

2012 jonatello >>>>>>>>>>

[ketchup-the-kid]

for @probably-not-a-rutabaga 's au, Mutant Chompy!

you know what the pit can look too

[excali8ur]

Thinking about the time Casey said this and then nobody ever brought it up again

[crystallizabethine]

jonatello innit

but like

Howsabout this? :D

[kork-the-fork]

i love them

[beetlebian]

i keep forgetting to post here

[crackedpumpkin]

ok hi you know this is coming :))

so could i have a uhhh… 12 casey with a side of him realising he has feelings for y/n and an added he’s never had a crush before so he doesn’t know wtf is happening.

thank you ilysm <33333

Hello there lovely~!! I hope you enjoy this one!

|| ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ || 2ᴋ12! ᴄᴀꜱᴇʏ ᴊᴏɴᴇꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||

“Chill out, sweetheart. It’s just a hockey puck.” 

“You almost broke my nose!” You all but yell, eyes narrowed into a glare. You’re practically hugging the wall beside you, having flinched away at the hockey puck Casey Jones had sent ricocheting off the goalpost in the ice rink.

He slides up to where you sit, the wall divider separating him from your frustrated punch. You sigh in defeat, picking up the hockey puck when your racing heart calms and tossing it back to him. 

You grab the textbooks next to you, rearranging them with a few pieces of paper with math equations scribbled on them. Casey eyes it with disdain, leaning onto the divider. 

“C’mon, you need to study. You have a test coming up soon.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he rolls his eyes at your anxious expression, “I’ll ace the quiz, no problem.” You cross your arms at this statement, looking at him with deadpan eyes. You don’t believe a single word of it; his past history of bad grades only proves otherwise.

“Trust me! I’ll be fine. In fact, I should be rewarded for how good I’m gonna ace it.” His lips quirk up into a lazy smirk. You straighten your back. 

“A bet? Interesting. What do you think should be your reward, though?” Your question stumps him, and Casey’s lips purse in thought.

What should he ask for? A free meal? A date? What would be something only you could give that wasn’t too outrageous?

“A kiss.” The decision tumbles past his lips before he can process it, and he’s about to laugh it off, but the way you grimace only makes his smirk grow. To his surprise, however, you nod with a roll of your eyes. 

“Sure,” You snort, “If you get an A on the quiz, I’ll give you a kiss.” You were confident he wouldn’t be able to ever get that high of a grade, so your lips were safe and remained unkissed. 

“Shake on it?” He holds out his gloved hand, and you grab it firmly, a smug grin on your lips. You pump your hand up and down, sealing the deal.

— — — — — — — — 

Casey groans in frustration, hunched over his messy desk. Scrunched-up wads of paper fill his table, some scattered on the floor. He slumps down with a sigh onto the open textbook, cheek squished against the paper and fiddling with his pencil. 

Why was he working so hard anyway? It wasn’t like he wanted that kiss for real or anything. 

He recalls your smug grin, almost taunting. He sits back upright with a scowl. He’d show you! He was Casey Jones, the saviour of New York City and soon to be the highest scorer in class! He’d prove you wrong and get that kiss from you, picturing your surprised face and the frustrated scowl on your smooth, pink lips.

Yeah, he’d prove you wrong.

— — — — — — — — 

The bell rings, signalling the end of the test paper. He heads off to lunch in a daze. He was pretty sure he nailed most of the questions, save for the trick one at the end. He’d do alright, wouldn’t he?

Yeah, he’d get an ‘A’ easily.

“Nervous?” He’s snapped out of his thoughts when you nudge him gently, having queued up beside him. He picks up the last mini parfait in front of you both, absentmindedly setting it down on your tray without as much of a glance. You like parfaits, he recalls, having shown up to many tutoring sessions with you snacking on one.

He misses the flicker of surprise in your eyes, your gaze softening when you realize he noticed and even remembered your favourite dessert. 

He turns to face you, surprised when he sees your dyed hair. “Woah! Nice highlights!” He remarks, and your cheeks blossom pink from embarrassment. He smiles widely at the sight. 

“Thanks. I just wanted to try something new, I guess.” You fiddle with the ends of your hair, looking away. He wants to add how good the colour looks on you, but the words die in his throat once your friends call you away.

“Hey, good luck on that test. Even if you don’t get an A, you’ll definitely have improved from the last one.” You add before walking away, a genuine smile on your lips. 

He chooses to forego his unsaid compliment, grinning widely. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He watches you walk away with the tray in your hands, sitting down with your usual group. He almost walks into a wall, stumbling back just in time and tearing his gaze away from where he’s watching you laugh. Were your eyes always this bright?

Weird.

— — — — — — — — 

Casey holds the piece of paper, gulping before turning it around. He opens his eyes, having subconsciously squeezed them shut in anticipation. A large ‘A’ is circled on the top next to his name, and he whoops in delight.

The teacher frowns at him, and he quickly shuts up and sits back in his seat. He’s practically vibrating in his chair, adrenaline and excitement coursing through his veins. He couldn’t wait to show you and rub the result in your face while gloating. And, of course, the kiss!

The kiss?

He pauses. Why had that been what he was most excited for?

Of course, he was excited about the kiss. It was what you had bet on, after all, he reasons. But a slight feeling nags him in the corner of his mind, unable to pinpoint exactly what was so odd.

It’s not like he has a crush on you or anything. That’d be weird. You’re just his tutor, after all. It’d be bizarre if he did. That’s why he doesn’t have a crush on you.

Right?