#april

[iscdisc]

Mini comic where Donnie gives Casey a heartfelt gift ! 🎁✨ Lmao

Imagine if Donnie had given April like a super personal photo in that music box that he made for her in Season 3 (EP 2 "A Foot Too Big"-),, Maybe a photo of April and her Mother from when she was a child or something equally creepy given how personal it is / something April didn't go out of her way to share with Donnie?? Like where would he have even gotten that picture in the first place- 💀 Lmao

Also Leo / Mikey / and Raph (especially) all heavily disapprove of this gift, just like April does- I just didn't draw them,, 😔👍

(Sorry I didn't color this one this time around, I just was not in the mood to do all of that- Lmao)

[andulkaphoto]

[sanseterrer]

April hare

[sir-illmatic]

Spring Equinox 🌷🌸

Beauty is the key to happiness.

[saapasjalkakissa-tg]

Dan Zafra Photography

[captain-price-unofficially]

M1A1 Abrams "Cojone Eh" of 1-64AR destroyed during "Thunder Run I" after its engine deck caught fire from an RPG hit and couldn't be extinguished. Baghdad, Iraq. 5 April 2003.

[metamorphicmuse]

Men At Work Pin-up Calendar (April) - Delivery Man

"Satisfaction, Guaranteed."

[iscdisc]

Thank you to everyone who came by the Whiteboard !! It was really fun ! 🫶✨

I doodled some of my version of 2012 Usagi as well as my interpretation of 2012 Irma ! I drew Mikey as Kirby but in a very cursed way- LMAO

I drew @vylantrophi 's Splatoon Donnie, which was very fun ! Then I copied them and drew some Splatoon myself (I thought you guys could get April and Karai as a treat- /hj) ! 😌

[survivalxofxthexfittest]

~end~

The shared status of Ash and Sada being chosen to join in the ranks of the Rose family hadn't mattered to John-Paul before and it wouldn't now - regardless of how angry he was with her at the moment. There wasn't a choice between them. It was, and always would be, both. He would just need to learn how to navigate the thin, fragile line he toed by keeping his loyalty where it lay. "Yeah, well, how else do you think I know how to cut deep when I want to?" he asked rhetorically. "Family," he explained simply.

Bittersweet as it was, it was a victory that Ash hadn't once again dismissed John-Paul's mentioning of the two men being involved in any way deeper than friendship. What little spike of joy he'd felt over Ash finally admitting there as something there dissipated almost as soon as it came, Ash's panic almost visible in the dim light of the moon. "Haven't yet," he reminded him with a small shake of his head. "And I don't see a reason to start telling anyone," he added in assurance. He knew all too well what it felt like to want bits and pieces to remain hidden.

"I'm not trying to start up all the shit again, but I would think it's pretty fucking apparent no one tells me anything," he went on with a sigh, leaning against the railing. "So, no, she hasn't told me. Why do you think I had to ask?" he added rhetorically, though his self-disappointemtent was evident. He picked at his fingers, trying his best to focus his gaze as they blurred the longer he stared at them. He knew he was a lot of things, but he'd always be proud of his trustworthiness. It was a hard blow to find out it had all been an illusion.

"Look, I don't know what the fuck is going to happen after all this shit, but I know one thing and that's that your still one of us. I don't care whatever the fuck is going on between you and Sada, don't ever doubt that again. Alright," he told him, finally letting his gaze find Ash once more. " And.....I'm....sorry. I never meant to make you feel like you weren't. I promise you'll always have me, no matter what, okay?"

[snoopylovessoup]

It’s spring!

[saapasjalkakissa-tg]

Daniel Greenwood

[squeakowl]

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When almost all the snow has melted, but nothing has sprouted yet. All the snowmelt has sunk into the earth, seeped into the soil, creating rich, black mud, ready for green things to suddenly appear like jewels in the dirt. Larks, and swallows, and finches, and all the other songbirds are starting to fly back north, but they are still scarce enough to be only voices in the trees that you cannot see the source of. The icicles that line the eaves like lacy crystallized fringe begin to drip, to turn glossy with melt, making it rain every time the sun warms your face. The once dangerous ice beneath your boots now cracks and creaks, breaking under your lighter shoes. Your footsteps crunch and squelch through slush and sodden dead grass. When the trees are still black and wind-damp, and your heavy wool coat is too warm to wear, but the leafy, lacy foliage has not blossomed to its fullest abundance, and you cannot go completely coatless yet. Flower buds, folded tightly into themselves, unwilling to iron out the creases in their skirts just yet. The rivers are choking with endless water – from snowmelt, from rain, from misty fog, from frost-rimed windows dissolving into condensation that drips off the windowsills. Even from diamonds melting, thawing from their tree branch settings to glitter, trapped in the snowdrop petals below. It seems to be a world frozen solid, but blurred around the edges like watercolors. Such a time of anticipation, this time between times.

~ The Time Between Times (4/4); Aug. 16th, 2016

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. April will bring blessings.

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[sweetdreamsjeff]

Liberty Lunch was the Armadillo in the trousers of ‘80s and ‘90s Austin

Beloved club's 1999 closing marked the end of the century in live music

Jeff Played at Liberty Lunch in Austin, TX on Saturday, April 29, 1995

What the venue looked like inside and out.

[havingapoemwithyou]

please read by Mary Ruefle