I Guess What I Want To Say Is...have A Great Day.

“KEVIN!”

“What is it, Walter?”

“You up to pranking Jeff today?!”

“I don’t know, Walt. He seemed genuinely upset when you had me in a chokehold-“

“Awwwwwww, come on evil bibble!”

“Ew, never call me that again, Walter.”

“WAIT! YOU GAVE ME AN IDEA-“

“I swear if your gonna mention something as stupid as “death ray” or “taking over the world” AGAIN imma cry-“

“NO. BETTER.”

“OKAY...what is it-“

“HOW BOUT WE FAKE MY DEATH?!”

“....sure”

“GREAT! EVIL TWIN HIGH FIVE!”

“Evil twin high five-“

It was then that Sunblast (Walter) was freaking blown out of existence of existing by no other then PitchBlue (Kevin).

Jeff literally had to travel to all 7 realities, become a badass, get traumatized to find his dear brother...only to get FLIPPING fOOLED-

You’re the town’s superhero. Your greatest enemy is the town’s supervillian. However, secretly, your both brothers. This isn’t anything tragic, as your whole destructive rivalry is actually just a massive prank on your third brother, the mayor.

“Why?…Why do you want this?”

“Because, I want to know love. I want to know pain. I want to know happiness. I want to know what it’s like to live instead of being a tool, only pulled out when needed I don’t want to be needed. I want to be wanted. I want to be loved, I want to know how it feels, I want to live. Please.”

“But you won’t be able to-“

“I know. I won’t be useful anymore but that’s what I want. I want to be useless so no one…no one can ever use me again.”

“…”

“Please, even if it ends me I want to know what it’s like to feel. I want to feel something.”

“…as you wish.”

You are a demon. Most people contact you to sell you their soul in exchange for fantastic powers. Today you were summoned by an AI that wants to sell you their fantastic power for a soul.

https://youtu.be/aYEf8K7cEtQ

I want to help in any way I can by spreading awareness to anyone who is willing to listen.

If you want to know what the heck is going on I recommend you watch this amazing Youtuber, Xiran Jay Zhao.

They are a Asian creator who rambles about Chinese history and culture...they also write books.

They are a amazing person posting content about popular media surrounding Chinese culture and it is so fun to learn about it with them.

So that’s why I want to help to spread awareness!

Please I recommend watching this video because it covers what you need to know and understand about this movement and how to you can help!

Thank you so much for reading and remember you can do anything if you set your mind to it! Let us help in anyway we can! Even the smallest actions can make the biggest difference!

Have a great day, help spread awareness to not only to others but also to yourself!

Thank you so much for reading.

Talking ⭐️ Stars

I like looking at the stars.

It ain’t a unique hobby but to me it’s a very special kinda hobby.

When I was younger I grew up in a city. The street lights were my stars and as a kid the sirens of police cars or an ambulance sirens would lul me to sleep...they still do sometimes!

I was a independent child. Two hardworking parents who never had that much time for me. Still they loved me...I think.

One time my mom came into my room one night and hugged me until I fell asleep, around that time it was when my parents marriage had some cracks and they wanted to fill them.

She hugged me, she told me how much she loved me...and that she was sorry. I was 14 when she did that. She said sorry that she was around, like she was around but not you know AROUND.

She says that she regrets not spending that much time with me when I was younger. Instead having our service dog do all that. I had a service dog as a kid...why? Eh, I don’t really like talking about it.

But when I was a tween and a teen it was hard to get out of bed...hard to eat, hard to take care of myself. I wanted to disappear. A couple of times I almost did.

But Pico helped me. He was a very polite doggo. He always wanted cuddles and always wanted to help me out....especially after a anxiety attack.

I’m still recovering. I’m still trying to believe my mothers words, that I matter and that I’m loved by her and my dad.

My dad..He died when I was 18 years old. It was a car accident. It was before my birthday and he said that he wanted to make up for not being there for me when I was a kid and says that not that I’m a adult that we should try rekindle our Father/Child relationship.

He was gonna give me a surprise gift...he wanted to take me to Japan. He and Mom soMeHOw knew I loved anime and always wanted to move to Japan. He was gonna take me there.

Before he died.

It was hard. My entire life has been pretty hard.

Coming out as non-binary to my parents made it less hard. They knew I was not their son nor daughter, I was their child. They loved me for who I am.

My friends didn’t have a positive reaction. Still addressing me as “Corbin” then “Jay”. I had it and just cut them off. I realized on how toxic they became. They all gossiped and just said terrible things I dare not repeat.

But now...I’m passed that. I’m Jay Garcia. I’m 23 years old and I’m a artist who loves anime and painting. I love the stars.

Someday...I’m going to be there.

I remember when my child was young they would say “Some day father, I will see the world!” I always told them they would if their heart so desired and if they had the drive, they really could.

What I couldn’t bare was my child leaving. I begged them to stay, that it wasn’t their fight. They said to me they were but eighteen-

“Some day father, I will return and when I do I would’ve seen the world…someday father, I will come back to you.”

They got on Buttercup, their favourite mare…and rode off with their solider friend to fight the monster that started this unholy war.

I cried like I have never cried before then..I waited. I hoped each day since then that my child would return, I dressed my best clothes and worked like I haven’t worked before to make the farm spotless for them to come home…

It was three years. Three years since I’ve seen them. No word on from their end but from what I heard it’s very much the same for many others…I hoped my child wasn’t killed…I prayed I wouldn’t loose another. I just wanted something, anything.

I didn’t receive word until a letter came.

The letter said that the war with the king was over…he was proclaimed dead. The war was done and my child would finally return home in three days time.

So I prepared, I made up their room, a room I haven’t stepped in for at least a year. I washed everything down, I prepared everything I can on the farm of animals and apple trees and on the final day…made my child apple pie.

Then…over the horizon of my farm where the sun peaked over each morning…I saw a dark knight ride on a nightmarish horse at the crack of dawn.

The armour the knight wore was dark as night that shimmered purple everytime they moved, the horse they rode was nothing I have never seen, a horse from hell with red bleeding eyes and a mane that was of hell fire.

The knight rode until they stopped in front of me and spoke with a deep voice…

“Branton Noor? Farmer of Evrin Acres?”

“Y-Yes?…That is me.”

The figure jumped off their horse and towered over me, they were as tall or even more tall as my solider child…

Their helmet hid their face. They said no words until they finally spoke with power-

“Branton Noor, I am Cosima, the son of Queen Ofara and Royal Ezlis Noor. I am your grandson here to bring you back to the Netherworld where the rulers await you…at your new home.”

My eyes popped out of my sockets in that moment. All I could muster to say to the tall figure was-

“Apple pie? …You must be tired…come on in, we can talk more inside.”

I waddle to my house and see in the corner of my eye that the knight follows closely behind me…

Oh my goodness…what just happened? Is this real? Am I hallucinating? One moment I was waiting word that they have died or worse…became another person but this? I HAVE A GRANDSON AND DAUGHTER-IN-LAW?!

This…This was definitely not what I expected.

Your son/daughter has been gone for 3 years, fighting the campaign against the demon king as the head of the royal knights. You a humble farmer now have received a letter that the war has ended and now they are coming back to visit you.

Hello, Ladies, Gents and Non-Binary Pals! ✨🏳️‍🌈HAPPY PRIDE MONTH🏳️‍🌈✨

It’s like any other month but WAYYYYYY more colourful!

I hope ya’ll have a fantastic pride month and remember people, you don’t have to do anything BIG just be yourself and just try relax every now and then CAUSE YOU DESERVE IT!!

HAVE FUN!! DON’T BLOW UP ANYTHING!✨🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️✨

Used only for carpentry.

“So I know how this looks but hear me out I- wait wtf…WTF-“

Me: holding my neon blue wolf suit.

“Okay….so….I know how this looks bUT HEAR ME OUT-“

You’re secretly a werewolf, with so much control over your were-form you’re basically just yourself. You’ve grown so close to your roommate that you decide it’s safe to transform in front of them. You expect shock, horror. Instead, they whip out a fursuit.

“WAIT PIKARU THE GOD OF THUNDER IS A FREAKING RAT?!”

“Correction. The name is Pikachu and yes the thing was some kind of rat.”

“A-And the God of Fire? Champion Chammer?”

“Charmander. A salamander looking creature but before you go on there’s also something called Evolutions or something-“

“What’s that?”

“Where these Pokémon evolved into bigger strong creatures...such as Charmander transforming into Charizard.”

“...tHE ACTUAL-“

“Also the God of Sleep and Dreams is called Snorlax-“

“OKAY NGL THATS KINDA FUNNY-“

“Indeed-“

-BONUS-

“...want to know what the Goddess of Transformation looks like as one of these Pokémon?”

“SIMON I CANT- IM STILL RECOVERING FROM THAT PICTURE YOU SHOWED ME ABOUT THE DEITIES OF SEA LOOKING LIKE A WEIRD DOG THING-“

“B-But look-“

“...it’s beautiful-“

“I N D E E D.”

You are a student 400 years in the future, you are assigned a project to study the “Trends of the early 2000s” During your research you learn a horrible secret: The Gods you worship were originally portrayed on trading cards known as “Pokemon”

It’s frustrating when your parents just don’t listen. It’s upsetting at the fact that one doesn’t seem to care about who you choose to be.

I am not the child. I am not the child anymore, the child doesn’t need you anymore, I am the young adult that needs you. I am just confused on what to do as someone who wants to be seen as…them. I feel alone and yet I have those that love and care about me.

I don’t want to give up. I went through too much shit to just give up. I have too many things I want to do.

I want to see the snowy tundra.

I want to feel the warm sands of the beach.

I want to be engulfed by the salty waters of the sea and brushed by the branches of the green.

I want to see my friends smile & laugh.

I want to watch my favourite movie.

I want to listen to my favourite songs.

I want to smell & taste my favourite foods.

I want to live. I want to create.

I am not gonna die. I won’t die.

I am a knight who has seen & been through shit. I am not giving up!

I will not give up!

I will live. No matter what.