#Danke Turtle!

[morgansmornings]

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No Meme @brooklynislandgirl

You did not miss the meme. I never posted it because I have been gone for the last four months. BUT I love you too. Forever and Always.

You have given me so much strength over the years that I can not begin to repay you for. You have been there at my highs and my lows and still you continue to guide me on this adventure path called Life. As I would never get rid of you, you shall never get rid of me.

Let's be real. We are going to end up the modern day Golden Girls.

Now about that Coffee...

[themadkatartist]

Some Tmnt 2003 meme stills

[sarasadao]

Idk why this make me so laugh

I have to stop doing this

[zee-rambles]

[thatdepressedturtle]

I think that

"screaming, crying, throwing up"

is a way to say "live, laugh, love"

...

I would buy a poster of that

[thatmemeguy89]

I might have downloaded the wrong Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but I’m not complaining.

[sorivii]

I couldn’t resist

[atbussysparks]

THEY FUCKIN TURNED OFF THE COMMENTS ON THE OFFICIAL MARIO TRAILER THEYRE SILENCING US

[khaosritual]

[troythecatfish]

Such a majestic Dog

[alchemisoul]

[morgansmornings]

"alt!"

This Meme: Accepting @brooklynislandgirl

Golarion is home to many folk. Half-Elves,  Tieflings, Gnolls, Aasimars, Humans, Gnomes and Halflings. There were also various other races among them being Catfolk, Orcs, Goblins, Devils, Demons, magical and non all trying to survive. Within the dark and humid jungles of the Mwangi Expanse on the southern continent Garund of the Inner Sea was a particular branch of Orcs. The called themselves Rainkin, having evolved to thrive in the humid region. Their hair taking on a darker green hue to black. Their skin ranges in the medium to lighter shades of green.

Between fighting off sentient plant life, juju cults, Demonic worshipers and Pathfinders looking for ‘the arcane and dangerous’ the Rainkin developed a more civilized relationship with towns and ports on the coast that homed the Eye of Abendego. Going so far as to take pilgrimages to Port Peril in the Shackles. When not being threatened by the natural inhabitants, there was constant fear and attack with a species not known to most of the rest of Golarion. There was constant fight between the Rainkin Orcs and giant telepathic Gorillas and their minions. 

Despite all of that, life blessed one tribe’s Druidic Council Member, Orza Woodwhipser. Orza carried and gave birth to a daughter that was the heart of Druid’s world. She raised her child to be strong, kind, and wise. Imparting what teachings she could. While Divine Magic was a trial, her child, earning her name and the traditional ritual warding tattoo once it was sure that the young one would survive. Kahla Waterwhisper.

Incantations and rites were often masked by the whispers and songs that the water would sing to her. As she grew older she began going on the voyages to Port Peril.

In her teen years, she signed on for small stints along the the Vanji River. The riverboat made a few stops along the way and always put in at Bloodcove that was located on the far southern end where the river met the sea. Between the Shackles and the Kava Lands.

Along these trips she learned to swim. Finding it to be almost second nature as one would running from a small age. One trip was when she discovered that her mother was having trouble with her memories. She stayed as long as she could in the village that her tribe settled. Caring for Orza And watching her mother slip away day by day. She then thought of seeking out a cleric in Bloodcove.

However that would be the last time Kahla would see her tribe, as her crew aboard the riverboat turned on each other. Night was falling when the crew attacked. She killed to survive and ended up swimming from the burning boat to the port town. From there she made for a tavern. She was seated at a table with four others. And as if Densa was bored, she found herself drugged, involved in a tavern brawl, and press-ganged into a Pirate crew aboard a ship called the Wormwood.  

Reflection was a funny thing to the Half-Orc. Her lifespan was shorter compared to many off her crew. Those that had mutinied against two men that had mutineers formed a strong crew under her command. And During just a few months she had learned so much, and came to care for so many people. Her Quartermaster Gunnalf. Her ship’s pilot, Skied. The Cleric of Gozreh Sedu, her Bosun, is a strange catfolk named Rensen. She had come to understand that her mother was safe and had not started losing her mind but was cursed. That her father was a human man that was part of the very Pirate Counsel in the Shackles only known as The Master of the Gales.

“Are you okay?” His voice soothes the wrinkles that have formed over her brow. A smile forms around her tusks, one fractured from their last scuffle. The same that can never seem to grow right.  She leans further onto the window sill in her cabin.

“Jus’ t’inkin’ abaht dat Council comin’.” She gets a hum in reply. There is shouting and after a minute a shuttering crash. The breeze enough to part the hair falling down her back to present her warding tattoos. Black and blue are a sharp contrast against pale moss green skin.

“Keptin! We’re boarding.” She can hear her Gnnollish undine.

“We should go.”

“I be seein’ yah d’ere.” Kahla turns to look at Gunnalf. Broad , blonde, and a fair half a head taller than her own six foot height. Instead of following him as he turns to follow the rest of the crew. She instead falls backward out of the window, a short drop into the lapping waters of the sea. The plunge a sudden change as her form warps and grows to be the horror that sailors whispered in the dead of night. With her crew boarding from the one side, she manoeuvres and slides up the other side. A tentacle nearly the side of the mast wrapping around the rear sail holder, another reaching out and demolishing the helm.

One of her articles was that Slavers would be shown no quarter.

[terracebatman]

The True Magic Mike.

[sarasadao]

How everyone draw Donatello without his shell:

How I see him for real:

I fucking love the amazing world of Gumball. I knew I already saw an evil turtle somewhere, and it’s absolutely Donnie

[zee-rambles]

Raph deserves to get his picture of Pizza Pigeon!

Save Rise!

[s0upy-racc00n]