(One of my favorite Texans... and I was just thinking it's a good damn thing I don't have a "Clyde" right now.)

Bonnie Parker stood 4’11" in her stocking feet, weighed 90 pounds, had Shirley Temple-colored strawberry-blond ringlets, was freckle-faced and, according to those who knew her, was very pretty. Born October 1, 1910, in Rowena, Texas, her parents were hard working laborers plunked down in life among the lower caste. A good student in high school, she excelled in creative writing and displayed a dramatic flair for the arts. Her favorite color was red; when she could afford it, she wore fashionable clothes dominating that color. She loved hats of all kinds. As a child, her father died young and her mother was forced to bring her and her two siblings to Cement City, near Dallas, where they lived with Mrs. Parker’s parents. Married too young, at age 16, her immature rattle-brained husband wound up in the penitentiary a year later. For money, she was forced to become a waitress. Bored and poor, she knew life had something more to offer.
Clyde Chestnut Barrow stood 5’7," weighed 130 pounds, slicked back his thick brown hair in the style of the day, and parted it on the left. His eye color matched his hair. Women found him attractive. He came into this world as one of many children born to dirt-poor tenant farmer parents barely making a living on the cotton fields of Teleco, Texas. Moving with his parents, brothers and sisters to the Dallas outskirts, where his father ran a gas station (in which the family members crowded as one into a tiny back room), Clyde quickly learned to abhor poverty. Bored and poor, he too knew life had something more to offer.
Bonnie and Clyde were meant for each other. And they clung to each other while they fought back against the elements. These elements were destitution and a government they took for its face value. They were children of a nationwide economic depression that not unlike France in the late 1700s had its upheavals -- and those who tried to keep small the size and impact of the upheavals.
An anger dwelt within Clyde, having been born ragged and made more ragged by the Depression. He sometimes killed in cold blood, and always tried to justify the murders as if he had a right to pull that trigger, thus releasing somehow the seething that built up like a volcano deep inside him. Perhaps he actually believed in his own special privilege. As the fame of Bonnie and Clyde grew, they shot their way out of police loops, each time growing tighter and tighter, and claimed that the "laws" they killed just happened to get in the way between their fiery outcry and the rest of the country. Their killings were not personal, they contended. But, the government took them personal. And Bonnie and her man were marked for death.

curiosity killed the cat

think i'll add a thickish black line round it to fin, comments appreciated.

Mikey is the most lighthearted of the 4 turtles.
He is an impressionist, practical joker and class clown, as
well as a major league pop-culture sponge.

Mikey loves to be the center of attention, almost as much
as he loves to make everybody laugh. He loves slingin’
slang and making up new words, and has been accused of
being a bit of a showoff, although he’s really more of a showman.

Mikey loves music and has taught himself to play guitar in spite
of only having three, stubby fingers. An avid comic book reader,
he often writes and draws he’s own stories.

Despite their opposite natures - or perhaps because of them - Raph
is Mikey’s best buddy and sparring partner.

To compliment his flashy, show-stopping style, Splinter selected the
nunchaku as the weapon best suited to Mikey’s spirit.

Of all the turtles, Mikey is the most natural athlete. His innate physical
prowess makes up for his less than eager interest in long, hard training
sessions. Splinter sees this, so he constantly tries to push Mikey forward
and get him to focus.

padme, who became a zep inspired piece who became..

I'll draw Brittany and Megan next ^_^ wee

wanted to do this all in one shot but I'm being sequestered...

Just a random girl. Might go back later and try making her skin more neon-yellowish. :D

My lid says that Theodore Roosevelt was the only president to be blind in one eye.

The brown spots are freckles >D I LOVE FRECKLES. YAY SHORTSHORTS

:P got bored.