#gen alpha kids

[rayatii]

Boomers: UGH, Millennials

Millennials: UGH, Gen Z kids

Gen Z kids: UGH, Gen Alpha kids

Gen Alpha kids: *glued to their iPads, binging Cocomelon or scrolling through TikTok*

[ditzybat]

damian definitely watches kids shows, if ever asked why he says it’s research for school, to understand his peers infernal conversations so he doesn’t die out of boredom.

if the family happens to find him so deeply enthralled watching bluey or lego ninjago — or something to the point he starts drawing self inserts? he’ll deny deny deny.

[sunlit-mess]

What do you think about gen alpha :3?

funny but concerning at the same time

[ironspine]

Dear everyone who posts videos of this latest generation having tantrums and being entitled, and everyone who comments and reblogs and goes, "See! We were never like that. The world is going to end and they'll be doing their skibidi cocomelon dances as it burns!"

Yesterday I was at work, and saw that some bottles of soda had fallen out of their bin and rolled halfway under the freezers. Being very tired, I decided to pick them up later. But as I watched, two kids, like, elementary school age, running around and exploring while their mother shopped, came over and casually picked up the bottles and put them back. They weren't prompted by anyone, and they didn't look at either me or their mother for any kind of acknowledgment or reward. They just saw that something needed to be put away, and decided that they might as well be the ones to do it.

[ahfrickenfrick]

damian: *does the ipad kid cough*

dick: *in horror as this has NEVER happened before* WHO TAUGHT HIM THAT

[bonefall]

If you’ve already answered this then no worries, but what would the typical clan cat lifespan be then (assuming they don’t die prematurely from injury/illness). Just curious as to how many generations have passed since the clan’s founding in the 80 or so years.

Clan cat lifespans can be pretty variable! They're considered senior warriors at 5, but if all works out their lifespan is often 16 years. Kittens usually enter the picture for a parent who is 2 to 8 years old, but they COULD have them anywhere between 1 to 15.

Clan cats play less attention to raw age than to EXPERIENCE, though. It is socially discouraged for a fresh warrior to become a parent, and you are NOT an adult until you're out of apprenticeship. They see age like this;

Child: Less than 6 full moons SEEN. If a kitten's eyes were not opened when the first moon of their life passed over them, that is not a month they were alive.

Adolescent: The amount of time you are an apprentice. Flamepaw was considered a child while his sister was an adult.

Young Adult: The first full year out of apprenticeship, when you've handled a full year on your own. A warrior is only eligible for an apprentice after this length of time, so by extension a cat COULD be a mentor around age 2 (BUT that's considered young. 3 is a better bet.)

Adulthood is even more variable, because you're usually not considered "aged" until you've had an apprentice or a litter and you're around 5 years old. Without either of those things, you often won't be considered a "senior warrior" until you're as old as 8.

So to answer your question directly, you can comfortably estimate a new crop of warriors about every 5 years, and full population turnover every 15. Between the numbers, 8 is a good estimation of how long it takes for a generation to pass

(Though I'm more partial to historic events and time periods than crunching numbers like that)

Elders can hang on for a LOOONG time though-- One-eye over in ThunderClan was a personal friend of Pinestar and witnessed the Crusades before passing away at the tender age of 20-something.

[despazito]

Follow-up list called "birds that would've altered my brain chemistry if they existed when I was a little baby"

[byleriscanon]

he's on level 5748

[maoistired]

May taught Bridget what rizz is

[ayaisokay]

The Kids Aren't Alright

* ~ I'm sorry for making this ~ *

Doomers & Fatalism

Regardless of your age, you need a reason to move forward. You need hope. Yet, it's hard to find hope for teens and young adults.

Not a year goes by without an update on the planet's decline (at our hand), wealth is only feeling more unstable and unequally distributed, a pandemic destroyed any hope of sociability for some, and social media does more harm than good when it "connects" people.

There's no true community, nothing to take pride in, there's hardly motivation for ambition or wealth. Hell, we grow up being told we'll be a generation of renters, because it's a statistical improbability than any of us will EVER afford a home without working 3 jobs into our grave.

I can't speak for America, but I know my government haven't made any real effort to prevent renter's from taking that news and slowly inflating rent costs each month.

I'm a part of the generation that is thought to deal with the broadest range of mental health concerns; however, I'm also part of the generation that's most likely to be told to "deal with it," or "grow up," by the people perpetuating our suffering, or the peers that fell victim to toxic hustle culture— enabling the shitty circumstances.

When you start adulthood with so many problems that directly impact your life, most of which come at no fault of your own, you'd hope for help in addressing those matters, but it never comes.

We're told we're lazy, we don't try hard enough, and we've got it easy (which is a demonstrable lie). How is it any surprise we became hopeless doomers? At some point you just get the idea that we were destined to fail.

Threats of War

Now we're told to be ready for World War 3 and I'm struggling to understand why. What values am I defending? Why should I die for a country that doesn't care about me?

Sure, Ukraine and Palestine are in shitty situations, but saying that doesn't require me to do anything. Though they demonstrate something: the government will risk our lives for money, and turn a blind eye to genocide if it suits them.

All that matters is that we're made to feel like our interests align. They don't represent us. They represent themselves.

Don't get me wrong, I don't support either conflict, and I sympathise with the aforementioned nations; however, I am not willing to die for them— I don't think you are. So is it even fair for us to bother complaining? It's not like diplomacy has done a thing so far.

Whether we're roped into a war or not, it doesn't feel like we'd have a choice.

Hobbies and Corporations

Normally I'd propose finding an outlet for everything. I'm not sure that's ideal anymore. Commonplace hobbies like gaming, sports, martial arts, reading, and art, they require 3 things: time, motivation, and effort.

Thanks to hustle culture, holding 3 jobs, running a drop shipping business, and abandoning any meaningful social life is considered just enough and reasonable. That doesn't leave time for personal hobbies, entertainment, or time to actually live. A life like that is no life at all. You're an animal operating on the exclusive goal of survival. You're alive, but you're not living.

Among those of us too physically or mentally scarred to work like our peers, we compassionately took to pen and paper, or software and devices, writing stories, drawing and animating worlds, or making music.

I fear that pocket of joy is getting smaller. AI image generation has already impacted artists, AI voice recreations are already being used in place of some voice actors, and we've all seen the AI voice covers for songs— claiming "you don't need to learn to sing." It didn't take long for me to see "generative AI" being proposed as a source for track samples and stems in music production.

Considering such things, it's hard to motivate yourself to put your work out there. You struggle to justify spending time creating anything, and you're probably not ready to put the effort into producing enough algorithm optimised works per day. After all, no one will see it. No one cares.

That's how it feels.

Social Media

Maybe we still have digital spaces? Really. Are cespools like Twitter spaces you can enjoy? Even Tumblr is quite detached, with small accounts struggling to get so much as a couple likes— nevermind a reblog, and god forbid you get a comment or DM.

That's minor though, it's the relationships that bother me. The ability to lock someone out of your life, within 5 seconds, for the slightest of perceived infractions. You're sensitive and a snowflake if you need boundaries, and you're "rude" and "mean" when you're pushed too far for not establishing them.

You can join a fandom or community and run into those issues, but do you really need more trouble? Ive hung around with furries since I was 13 or 14. It wasn't a furry that SA'd me, and I've never been groomed. But as a child online, I was labelled as a dog fucking groomer (at 15), because I was in a furry community discord server. I don't like to think about how that made the young adult owner of the server feel.

Social media is good for "satirical trolls," who take pleasure in hurting as many people as they can, and then claiming it's OK because they're joking, and you should've known. Is it really worth the effort for anyone else? You know, us "normal people," not bogged down by million strong fanbases, actively managing parasocial relationships and morally questionable stalking.

Closing Statements

I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this post. I guess I'm just another girl crying on the internet when I should save it for the therapy I can't actually afford.

I want to be hopeful, to feel like there's something attainable to desire, or even just things to look forward to. It's been a long time since I woke up and felt there was a good reason to be awake or even alive.

Thanks,

- The Girl That Doesn't Exist

[sunsetsandsunshine]

OH MY GOSH PROMPTS!! 💖💖💖 I adore your fics so much! 💖 I would absolutely love something for Mutant Mayhem with lee Leo and ler Raph! Throughout the movie he’s so touchy feely with his brothers and it’s so cute. Maybe he’s teasing Leo for liking April and makes him wonder what would happen if April found out he was ticklish which flusters Leo to no end. Of course take all the time you need and I hope you’re well!

~ 𝙻𝚎𝚘, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 ~

💙🐢❤️ 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @veryblushyswitch💙🐢❤️

𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙷𝙸 𝙱𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙷𝚈!!! 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠!!! 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚢-𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚘’𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 😖💖💞

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚌…𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 ‼‼‼ 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘 😔…? /𝚛𝚎𝚏˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟺,𝟽𝟸𝟸

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎! 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚆𝙴𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑…𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛��𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚃*𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝙽𝙸. 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸.)

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚐𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜:

@shut-up-jo @what-youd-expect @saturnzskyzz

@someone1348 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @goopyskele

@ziipzeepzop-eez @skyloladoodles @leosmasktails

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 *𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚜*!!!

𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚢'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 🕺🏾!!!

𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘…𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎-𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 (𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐<𝟹)

𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚈!!! 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴 😈🕺🏾✨!!!

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Two hours. It has been two absolutely awesome, amazing, astonishing, stupefying, magnificent, incredible, extraordinary, staggering, astounding, perplexing, confounding, stupendous hours being on a call with the one and only April O’Neil. 

And yes, Leo looked up more than half of those synonyms. He’s a man of many words. 

The two friends have been on a FaceTime call for…no particular reason, actually. Leo and April just collectively agreed that being on a call and doing classwork with each other would be a lot more fun than doing said classwork by themselves. 

But, April was an only child. The poor girl wouldn’t have anyone her age to help her finish the homework anyway.

Leo’s brothers on the other hand…chose not to help him with his homework in any way, shape, or form. 

Raph has, like, 10 missing assignments from each class— (scary yet impressive honestly) so asking him for help wouldn’t help either of them. 

Mikey keeps LOSING his homework (which he always blames their Mom for eating…since she does kinda eat literally anything and everything)…

And Donnie? He only ever helps people with homework if they give him free V-bucks (or however you spell it…idk man—). And does it LOOK like Leo can or will ever own V-bucks??? 

But at the end of the day, the leader in blue couldn’t really blame his brother’s for not helping. I mean, it’s homework. Doing work at home. In all fairness, the word alone just sounds wrong…

What they all were learning in class was stupid anyway. It was all taxes and discounts and blah blah blah…

It was boring. Like…BORING boring. 

And complicated…super freaking complicated.

And anytime Leo would ask a question about said homework, every teacher would say the same exact phrase: “Why didn’t you ask your parents or guardian for help?”

Even thinking about the question for a split second made Leo shiver. What did he look like? Some bright genius? He’s not Young Shelldon— if anything that’s Donnie. 

Besides, what did the teachers expect them to do? Ask their parents for help with their homework? Psh. Yeah right. As if.

Google exists for a reason, y’know. 

And not to be the bearer of bad news here but…Leo’s Dad’s a fucking rat. No offense to Splinter of course, but if his Dad couldn’t tell the difference between Andrew Tate and Timothée Chalamet, what makes you think he would know the difference between debit cards and credit cards? 

“I freaking hate English...” April grumbled from Leo’s phone screen, “It makes absolutely no sense. We break the rules that we created specifically for this language!” 

Leo stopped typing on his laptop, blinking a couple of times out of confusion, “What do you mean?” He giggled amused, looking up and glancing at her intrigued. 

“Y'know the 'I before e except after c' rule?” She asked. 

“Yeah? I know of it.” 

“It doesn’t make any sense. Like…at all. There are a ton of words that don’t follow it.” 

“Oh.” The mutant huffed out a small laugh, closing his laptop and putting it away in his backpack which was to the side of his bed, where he was sitting, “Well…what words? I’m sure there’s only a handful you could think of.” 

“There’s neither, foreign, seize, height, protein, caffeine…” She lists out, “…I could go on and on…” Leo blinked absently, “…You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” 

The girl with glasses huffed out a small, smug laugh, showing the other teen one of her many notebook’s labeled 'Except after C my ASS.'  “Well, English is weird like that.” The hazel eyed mutant shrugged as the older teen groaned in irritation. “SEE?! See what I mean?! E is before I in the word 'weird!'” The girl announced annoyedly, rubbing her eyes tiredly. 

April leaned on her seat, staring up at the ceiling and pondering. “What if I just…banned English?” 

“The language or the class?” The mutant asked incredulously.  

“Why not both?” She deadpanned. Leo rolled his eyes fondly as he adjusted himself on his bed to a more comfortable and relaxed position, “Well, you have fun with that…” 

The two teens shared a comfortable silence, both going back to working on their homework, asking questions every now and again but keeping the atmosphere quiet, calm and settled. 

Leo glanced at the screen, resting his palm on his cheek as he just…stared at her. 

Which…is extremely creepy and something you should never do to someone (especially if they wield a moped 24/7), but April was just so…

Pretty, attractive, lovely, good-looking, nice-looking, fetching, prepossessing, appealing, charming, delightful, nice…

Okay, well you get the point. 

“You’re so smart, April…” Leo mumbled as the girl in question looked up at him, confused and flattered at the sudden/random compliment, “Huh?”

“Huh?” The teenage boy repeated, his face turning a deep crimson as he came to terms that his 'inner thoughts' became his 'outer thoughts'. The girl raised a brow, a teasing smirk plastered on her face, “You just called me smart.” 

“No I didn’t!” The mutant denied, “I meant to say, uh uhm…you're such a u-uh…tart!” 

Nice save Leo…nice. save. 

“A…tart? Are you trying to call me a snack or something?”

“NO!” The blue banded mutant immediately said, his face as hot as fire now, “You’re just very sweet like one. My Dad baked tarts all the time when I was a kid and I was kindaaaa hungry just now. So, I thought of the tarts he used to make and I was like ‘wow, those tarts were sweet as HECK’ and thought about you!” 

April stared at Leo for a minute or two before bursting out into laughter, simply going back to her homework, “Pff— okay, certified yapper.” She snickered, going back to jotting down notes in her French textbook. 

Suddenly, there was a shout to be heard ringing around the lair, a shout that could only be the home to one of Leo’s family members. 

“Is that your tart welding Father calling you?” She teased as Leo groaned, “No…it’s one of my brothers. Which one this time? I have no idea…” The shout of Leo’s name was heard again as the eldest turtle groaned irritably. 

“Yes?” The blue banded turtle called out but was only met with silence. I mean, what else is new? He was expecting no answer but it was still annoying. The turtle teen sighed, “One moment please.” He said as he muted himself on the phone. He got up from his bed, going into the middle of the room before yelling at the top of his lungs, “YES???”

“Yeesh. I’m right here, dude. No need to shout.” Raph smiled as he walked into the shared bedroom where the eldest sibling was. Leo only glared at him disapprovingly, crossing his arms against his plastron, “What do you want, Raph?”

“Damn. What did I do to get treated with such hostility?” 

Leo raised an unamused brow.

“I mean specifically!” 

“I told you guys a million times to not disturb me for the next hour!” The turtle in blue groaned as he rubbed his forehead, “I’m on a call with April doing homework— the homework you all refused to help me with.” 

“Y'know once you tell me things it goes in one ear and out the other, right? And besides, it’s not like I’m disrupting you or anything.” 

“You are!” Leonardo shouted, “I literally have myself muted on the phone right now because you decided to waltz in here like Godzilla!” 

“Would that…make you Kong?”

The eldest’s glare hardened, “Raphael.” 

“Alright, alright! Keep your shell on!” The other snickered, “Just felt like checking up on everyone. You weren’t topside or in the lounge area. So I figured you were in here.” The red banded turtle stated as he looked to the side, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.  

The eldest’s eyes softened a bit at that, his crossed arms unfolding and then dropping to his sides. With the whole…fiasco that happened last summer, Raph has been checking up on the family more frequently as of now. 

And by 'more frequently', he means the everlasting second of the day. Which was more than Leo has ever done. And that’s saying a LOT. 

“I’m fine, Raph.” The leader in blue said, “Again…just on a call with April. You can…join us if you’d like. We’re gonna quickly finish our homework and then just chat. But don’t do or say anything stupid.” The eldest said jokingly as he offered the second youngest a smile. 

Raph nodded, squinting suspiciously a bit, “Well you changed your mind quick.” 

“I felt like being nice today.” Leo grinned, “So you gonna join or what?” 

“I appreciate the offer, but I just wanted to check up on you— I don’t wanna intrude on y'all…seriously.” He trailed off as his elder brother looked at him confused, huffing out a laugh of bewilderment, “Since when have you cared about intruding?” 

The red banded teen shrugged, still glancing to the side as Leo groaned loudly and dramatically, slinging one arm over Raph’s shoulder’s and squeezing him in a side hug tightly. With the height difference, the hug kind of looked like if Tom and Jerry were conjoined into one working being…although it was a hug nonetheless. 

“You wanted my wonderful and awesome attention so I’m giving it to you. Come on, Kool Aid Man. Let’s go.” The hazel eyed teen said as he dragged Raph to his bed. 

“Wait…what did you just call me?”

“Kool Aid Man. Get over it. It suits you.” 

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“Raph…it was never that serious…” April sighed, looking at the second youngest who was pooling out buckets of the ocean from his eyes, but kept a straight face on the screen. The three teens were currently watching the very last episode of Steven Universe…for old times sake. 

And let’s just say the red banded turtle wasn’t taking it too kindly. 

“April’s right, man. Why are you sobbing like the crying emoji?” Leo cackled, resting his shell against the wall as Raph kicked him. “I AM NOT!” The hot-head yelled, wiping his eyes immediately after his brother asked, “These are manly tears…” 

“So…you are crying.” The young leader snickered. 

“Screw off, Nerdardo…!” The brown eyed teen groaned, scoffing as the credits played on the IPhone screen. “I fucking hate that show…it’s so fucking dumb…” He sobbed again, burying his face into the palm of his hands. 

The leader in blue sighed, patting his little brother’s shoulder as he looked at April, “See what I have to deal with?” 

The girl chortled, crossing her arms, “Must be soooo hard.” She mused and the girl smiled in amusement, slumping in her seat as she stopped screen-sharing on her phone, “So what do you guys wanna watch now?” 

“Uh…wanna watch that Netflix One Piece movie? I heard that Live Action isn’t…as bad as people say it is.” Leo offered as April scrolled through the different options Netflix had to offer.

“Hell to the no,” The red banded turtle immediately said, “I just escaped a 3 hour anime marathon with Don. I don’t want to see anything having to do with anime until I’m 90. Or when I die. Whichever comes first.”

The other turtle chuckled in amusement, “Fair enough.” He hummed, “What about…Avatar the Last Airbender? The series, of course.”

“You know damn well once we start watching it we won’t stop until we finish it.” April said. 

“True that…” Raphael commented. 

“Wait!” Leo gasped, “What if we watched a nostalgic movie instead? Like one we all haven’t seen in a long while?” The brown eyed mutant nodded at the idea, resting his shell on the wall as he grinned at the smaller turtle. “Alright…I’m picking up what you’re putting down here, brother. What’s your idea?”

“I didn’t…put anything down.” The elder turtle blinked confused. The red banded turtle huffed in amusement, patting his brother’s shoulder, “Oh, sweet summer child…” Leo rolled his eyes at the comment, brushing Raph’s hand off of his shoulder. 

“Oh! I know! What about Monster’s Inc—?” April started to say but was almost immediately shut down by the second oldest turtle, “Nope. Definitely not.”

“Huh? Why not? I love that movie!” The blue banded turtle groaned. 

“Yeah.” Raphael said to his older brother, “And you love Jennifer Tilly. Don’t forget that one time where you—“ Leo quickly hit his brother in the shoulder, not allowing him to finish the sentence and glaring at him profusely, “SHUT UP! It was one time! You don’t understand—!”

“—And I don’t want to!” The taller mutant declared, hitting Leo in the shoulder back. “Well, as a little kid you liked that ugly freaking fish from Shark Tales.” Leo added smugly. 

“…I will kick you again, Nardo. Don’t test me.” The red banded turtle threatened lightly. The glasses welding teen laughed, rolling her eyes, “I don’t even wanna know…” 

April suddenly then cracked her knuckles, adjusting her glasses so they were positioned correctly on her face (due to the fact it was slightly falling off and she can’t and won’t be caught lacking). “Alright y'all, hold on. Lemme lock in on this science assignment…” April muted herself, pulling out her laptop and becoming concentrated in her work.

The two brother’s patiently sat quietly, averting to their own conversation as they waited for their friend to finish her other homework. Leo let Raph have his yap session for a good, like, 2 seconds before the hazel eyed mutant went back to looking at his crush April. 

Raph looked at his brother knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly as the shorter turtle looked at him confused. 

“…what?” Leo said. 

“What what?” Raph said back. 

“You’re looking at me.” 

“And you’re looking at April~!”

“SSH SSH SHH! SHUT UP!” The young leader in blue screeched as a light blush appeared on his face. “Why don’t we…watch Avengers Endgame?” April suggested as she unmuted herself. 

Huh. She finished that science homework fast. And regarding that their science class is doing Physics right now, she probably used Chat GPT…

Leo’s eyes lit up at the suggestion as Raph groaned loudly, “No! No we are not.” The taller turtle said immediately, leaving no room for argument. The smaller turtle groaned back, crossing his arms in frustration. 

Raph facepalmed himself, due to the fact that this exact scene has played out anytime he tries to watch movies with his brother’s (and it’s a miracle that Donnie and/or Mikey weren’t here…or the call would last until the Earth exploded) “Leonardo. For the millionth time: Captain America is not a cool superhero! Like…at ALL!”  

“He’s a cool superhero to me!” Leo screeched. 

“Yeah! Only to you!” Raph glared as he jabbed Leo in the side. The smaller turtle screamed loudly in surprise, flinching away and covering his side with one arm as he hit Raph in the shoulder with the other. 

“Leo? You okay?” April asked, a tad bit concerned from the genuine scream her friend let out.  

“I’m fine!” Leonardo said through gritted teeth, “Just…trying to do my chores. Which reminds me: I need to take the trash out.” And with that, the leader in blue pushed his immediate younger brother off of the bed. He stuck the middle finger at him before facing the camera and pretending he didn’t just shove his brother to the abyss that was the side of his resting quarters. “You were saying?” He smiled sweetly at April. 

“Is Raph okay?” She asked, trying to stifle her laughs but finding the task extremely hard. “He’ll be fine.” The blue banded turtle simply said, looking to the side of him where Raphael layed. 

The turtle in question stuck the middle finger at him as Leo gladly did so back. April snickered at the two’s bickering, rolling her eyes fondly. Leo muted himself for, like, the millionth time during this call, turning to Raph, “Raphael.”

“That’s me.” 

The leader in blue’s eye twitched, “I know that’s you! That’s why I said your name!” The elder threw a pillow at his little brother who caught effortlessly. 

“Do not— I REPEAT: Do NOT tickle me in front of April, Raph!”

“Why not~?” Raphael snickered evilly like the little shit he proudly was. “Because it’s embarrassing!” Leo said as if his reasoning should’ve been obvious, “And besides, she needs to know that I have absolutely no weaknesses whatsoever!” 

“Nardo, I highly doubt she thinks that.” 

“What do you know anyway?” The hazel eyed mutant huffed, “Besides, I’m pretty sure she would appreciate talking about Captain America more than she would like to meet Hulk irl.”

Raph gasped, offended, “I DO NOT LOOK LIKE HULK AT ALL!”

Leo giggled amused, unmuting himself, “You said it, not me.” 

The glasses-wielding teen rolled her eyes, smirking at Leo, “Are done muting yourself now?” The blue banded teen nodded, “Yeah, sorry. Just needed to take care of a couple things…as you saw.” He gestured to Raph on the ground with his hand. 

“…I see.” April mused, “So. What now?”

“Now? Now I will show you something very interesting…” The red banded turtle said as he got up. 

Raph pulled his older brother closer to him on the bed by grabbing his ankle, dragging his body (pause...) to his chest as he put him in a small chokehold (one that wouldn’t hurt him of course). Leo sighed impatiently, hitting Raph’s arms like there was no tomorrow. 

“Raph, you’re so fucking annoying! Let GO of me!” The leader in blue growled which only caused the taller turtle’s grin to widen. “Hey, April? My friend, my pal, my amiga, my bud, my partner in crime…” He chuckled, “Can I let you in on a little secret?”

“Raph…” Leo warned.

“Well, not really a secret but just some cool info little Leonardo here hasn’t told you yet. He’s wanted to tell you for a long while but you know this dork, he’s shy.” 

“Raph!” Leo yelled, squirming left and right as he tried to get out of the small chokehold, inwardly dying from how embarrassing this was going to be. 

He would love to be tickled by April. Ever since they’ve become close friends that’s been the #1 thing to do on his bucket list: to tell her he was ticklish. Which sounds easy but it really wasn’t. Still isn’t. 

And no matter how many stretches or pokes he did, she would never get the clue. 

So, inevitably, he just gave up. Besides, April would freak the flip OUT if she heard his ‘getting tickled laugh’. Like, she’s heard his ‘normal laugh’ but his ‘getting TICKLED laugh???’ 

Because of his signature laugh, the hazel eyed mutant has been called Elmo, Peter Griffin, Scooby Doo…Patrick Star, the list goes ON. 

It would just be straight up HUMILIATING. She wouldn’t make fun of him of course but that sure as hell doesn’t mean she wouldn’t judge. What if he hit her too hard or he kicked her? 

And if he SNORTED?

Oh good grief Leo was going to absolutely die today…

The girl snickered, crossing her arms over her chest, intrigued on what this whole ‘secret’ was. “Oh? You’ve been hiding something from me, Nerdo?” Leo shook his head in response to the question, “He ihihis lying, April! Dohon’t listen toohoo this buffons lihies!” Great. And now he’s already laughing. 

“I am nohot a liar!” Raphael chuckled at his brother’s infectious laughter, “I’m aha truther. If anything yohou’re a liar for not telling April how embarrassingly ticklish you are.” The taller turtle mused, tickling Leo’s side with his free hand. 

Leonardo squawked loudly and then pursed his lips together in an attempt to not laugh. “Okay, Rio. Pop off.” April hummed, not seeming phased by the leader in blue’s predicament at all. The brown eyed turtle sighed knowingly at his immediate older brother’s behavior, shaking his head fondly, “You see here, April: this is what I call I liar right here.”

“Yohou’re the liahair!” Leo squeaked out but fell into a chorus of giggles as Raph’s tickling method changed from scribbling to his side to repetitive squeezes. “You were always more ticklish to squeezes than scribbles, you weirdo.” 

“Rahahaph nononoho!” 

“Raph yes yes yehehes.” Raphael playfully mocked. 

“Dohon’t doohoo thihis in frohont of April!” Leo despretley pleaded, kicking his legs on his mattress in a last attempt to get the sweet sweet taste of freedom. Raph rolled his eyes, “Oh please. You’re fiiiine. Besides, you love this sooooo I don’t even know why you’re complaining.” The young leader’s face burned in absolute humiliation…there was no way in all of Equestria’s three moons that Raph was doing this to him. 

No way. 

No how. 

“Oh yeah, that’s also a thing he forgot to tell you. He freaking loves this. It’s adorable really how much he denies the fact.” 

“Oh. He likes tickling?” April asked interested but there was also a hint of genuine interest to it. 

“Yeah. All of us do, really. Donnie thinks it’s because we quote on quote, ‘have a touch of the ‘tism’…whatever that means.” Raph remarked smugly, “But this chewed wad of green gum right here likes it most outta all of us, don’t you, Leo?” The hazel eyed teen shook his head, giggling softly and hiding his face in the crook of Raph’s neck. 

“See? He’s not even trying to get away.”

“YeHES Ihi ahAHAM!” 

“You’re squirming, doofus. If you reaaallly wanted to get away you would’ve whooped my shell by now. But you didn’t. Soooo I’m highly assuming you like it.” Raphael stated as he snuck his hand in his immediate older brother’s underarm which only caused Leo’s face to be practically conjoined with the side of the red banded turtle’s neck.  

Leo snorted, kicking his legs on the bed sheets, “M-My GAHASH! Rahaph yohou yahapper— shuhut UHUP!”

The red banded teen smirked, “I am a yapper, actually. Here, lemme demonstrate…” The taller turtle slipped his hand out of his brother’s underarm and just wiggled his fingers, “I’m gonna tickle you so bad, Nardo~! I’m gonna show April just how insanely ticklish you are~!”

The blue banded turtle snorted loudly, refusing to look anywhere that was not the floor. Gosh he was gonna get Raph BACK for this! 

Well, if he came out of this alive. 

“YohOU AHAsshole *snort* STAHAP!” The smaller mutant screeched, kicking his brother’s arm with his knee repetitively which Raph wasn’t phased by. Raph brought his hand down and scribbled all over the tops of Leo’s knees. “NAHAH! NAHAT *snort* THEHE KNEEHEES NAHAT *snort* THEHE KNEEHEES!!!” The smaller turtle panicked, his legs too tired to kick so he was just left to squirm with his torso.

Raphael huffed out a laugh of amusement, “I hope you’re taking notes of this, April.”

The girl in question giggled lightly, “I’ve been screen recording the whoooole time.” 

Raph winked knowingly at his brother, squeezing the top of his brother’s knees as if there was no tommorow. “RAHA— *snort* *snort* RAHAPH PLEHEASE NAHA— *snort *snort* NOHOHOHO!” 

April’s eyes widened at the new laugh she was being displayed with, but that newfound shock soon turned to newfound admiration. “Jeeheez…Leo can snort two times in a row?”

“Five if it’s on a good day.” Raph remarked. 

With all the leader in blue’s squirming, he was able to get out of the hold for approximately 0.2 seconds before Raph easily “recaptured” him. Although this time, Raph wrapped around one arm over Leo’s torso to hold his arms down to his arms down to his sides. The elder paled, knowing what was coming to him. 

Leo almost regretted even allowing Raph to join the call with him and April his EVIL little brother dug his fingers into his stomach. And without his arms, Leo was left completely defenseless and could not do anything but just laugh like he was your typical go-to NYC drug addict. 

“Tickle tickle tickle~!” Raph teased. The hazel eyed teen threw his head back as he let out loud, giddy cackles. It was honestly a surprise and a relief no one in the family came to check up on him. 

“DUHUDE SHUHU— *snort* *snort* *snort* DOHON’T SAHAY THAHAT!”

“Don’t say what, Gigglenardo? Tickle~?” Raph asked innocently. 

“GOHODAHAMMIT! YEHEHES!” 

“But it’s such a pog word! Tickletickletickletickle~!” The brown eyed turtle said as he now scribbled on his elder brother’s stomach. Leo let out a genuine Broadway actor scream before falling into his spiral of cackles. “My gohosh I didn’t know he was so ticklish…” April remarked which caused Raph to lightly chuckle, “You have no idea…” He said.

“Gitchie gitchie goo, Gigglenardo…”

“FAHAHACK— *snort* *snort* FUHUCK YOHOU!!!”

“I didn’t even say tickle this time!” Raph fake pouted, “But I guess I could since you miss me saying it so much~! Tickle tickle~! Kitchie kitchie coo~!”

The glasses wielding teen looked at her friend fondly, “Nardo I’ve never seen you laugh like this. We should do this more often.” She said as Leo’s face turned to the Earth’s core.  

Well…at least April seemed to geuniely like his laugh…? That’s a win. 

“RAHA— *snort* *snort* PLEHEHEASE!”

“Please~? Plehehease what, big bro~?”

The cackling turtle squealed, tears of joy being clearly seen in his eyes. “THIHIS IHIS MEEHEEAN!!!” He whined through his laughs as April and Raph fondly rolled their eyes. “Oho…I can show you mean, bro. I’m just using one hand and you’re already a squirmy, giggly mess. Imagine what it’ll be like if I used both of my hands…”

“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET!”

“Eh, you don’t have to imagine. I’ll just…” And with that, Raph scribbled against the side of the leader in blue’s ribs with both of his hands now. The hazel eyed teen immediately pulled his arms down, hugging his middles and just laughing hysterically. “Uh oh…Nardo, did I find a bad spot~?” Raph fake pondered as he scratched at his big brother’s lower ribs.

The brown eyed turtle looked at his friend, “April, you’re a news reporter, right? Tell me something about this new discovery!“ He said in a sudden sweet and innocent tone. “AHAPRIL AHAPRIL *snort* DOHOHON’T!” The blue banded turtle teen squeaked out but his pleas were ignored by the other two. 

April grabbed an Expo marker, putting it to her mouth as if it was a microphone as she adjusted her glasses again. “Hello, I am April O’Neil and I am reporting from The Splinterson’s room. As you can see, Leonardo– the small Mucinex mascot over there– is getting his shit absolutely wrecked by Shrek over here.” 

“HEY!” Raph shouted, offended, “I do not look like Shrek!”

“YOHOU *snort* KIHINDA—“ Leo started but was soon cut off as the red banded turtle started to squeeze at his hips. “No one asked you, Mr. Mucus.” Raphael huffed. 

“Other than the whole Shrek thing, I think that was a pretty good report. Thanks, Apes.”

“No probs, Raph.” 

“SHUHUT UP! THE BOHOTH OF *snort* *snort* YOHOU!” Leo snorted as April and Raph shared an amused look. Raph ceased his tickle onslaught on his brother, wrapping him in a hug and giving him a small noogie. Leo huffed as he caught his breath, glancing to the side to try and hide the smile on his face. 

“I screen recorded everything, Nardo. I hope you know that.” April grinned cheekily as Raph copied the grin as well. 

“And I hope you know that I hate the both of you…” The young leader giggled, swatting at Raph’s arms but didn’t hit with an attempt to hurt him.

“APRIL!” Mrs. O’Neil yelled from downstairs in April’s apartment, “COME DO YOUR LAUNDRY!” 

The girl in question groaned, looking to the side where her Mom was calling her, “MOM! I’M BUSYYYYYY! I CAN DO IT LATERRRRRR!!!” She whined. 

“APRIL O’NEIL!” Her Mom said in a warning tone.

The girl in glasses sighed, resting her cheek on her palm, “I gotta go before my Mom kills me, you guys.” She groaned, “April O’Neil out.” April concluded with emphasis as she left the call. Leo sighed, bringing a pillow to his face as he hid under his blankets, groaning loudly.

“I hate you so much…” 

“Oh you’ll be fiiiine. You should thank me. She is going to wreck your shit on Monday.” Raph nonchalantly said as Leo buried his face into the pillow deeper. 

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[moonys-chocolate28]

Can we please stop putting 2010 kids with gen alpha? Im 14 years old i dont wanna be associated with the brainrot generation

Like bffr i am NOT gonna be seen as the same as kids that dont even remember the pandemic.

[tagzpite]

Okay but seeing people post Gen Z Telemachus

It’s always Gen Alpha. GUYS GEN Z DONT USE SKIBBIDY TOILET.

[iamumbra195]

Someone said Damian's name along with the words delulu and sigma in the same sentence, the world is cursed and I need eye bleach.

[stars-and-branches]

So we all agree that Damian 100% would play roblox right

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

the way some people talk about the different generations makes it so incredibly clear that they want to drive huge rifts between them