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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.

Tales From The Stinky Dragon: Brink’s on the brink of…lOvE?

Brink always felt that he was different.

The day he found his magical abilities & was able to choose a familiar, he chose a snake over a normal familiar like a bird or a cat. He liked snakes…he related to them in a way, but when other magic users bullied him for just choosing a snake…Brink knew that he would never be able fully be one with himself and his weird…quirks.

Until he met Kyborg.

At first he was like every other loser Brink met, some bozo who dared challenged him and got his butt kicked as per usual but overtime…especially in Ürbloom that’s when his feelings for Kyborg began to feel…complicated.

He hated being around the elf & his dumb party, thinking them nitwits and the fighter (maybe the party too Brink didn’t pay no mind to them too much) made it known that they hated being around Brink too but…that somewhat changed when Brink spent time with Bart, Mud, GumGum & even Kyborg…the more he saw how…fun they were.

How unapologetic.

How messy.

How odd.

Or just how plain old dumb they were…they did it all with a smile.

Especially Kyborg…when Brink saw Kyborg smile at Mud after a failed attempt backflip, something in Brink’s heart just…fluttered.

At first he brushed it off as a mere attraction at the elves smile but the more he saw Kyborg express more then disgust…the more Brink fell for Kyborg smarminess…his confident personality…and that smile…oh that dazzling smile…it wasn’t because he had the smile of the gods oh heavens no Kyborg lived in a damn forest half his life but…the smile was HIS smile…so warm, so genuine so…

“NO! Trash can made it obvious…that-“ Brink paused and let his mind whirl a bit, his hand over his heart…Kyborg, when given the chance to smack down Brink with comebacks, he would absolutely take it in a heart beat which didn’t bother Brink, he liked it when his suitors had fire & vigour but when Kyborg brought up how Hannibal was captured. It brought Brink to tears…

He loved Hannibal. How could Kyborg do this to him, his…oh right…He only sees him as a rival.

Someone to chew on and spit out…

Someone to insult and to never love like how Kyborg lOVes & begs for Mud to smack his divine booty…Brink wondered…if he could ever smack Kyborg & his butt like how Mud does that with everyone in their party..?

Oh well….Brink chalked up his feelings as a mere crush waiting to die out but…at least he could enjoy it as much as he could~

~A Letter To a Decepticon~

To think…to think I loved you.

Of course I love you…but…

I don’t know how I feel about you anymore.

I miss those optics that looked into my own.

I miss the way you put an arm around me.

I felt so warm.

I miss how your laugh could light up a room.

I miss how tired you were and how you would nestle into me.

I miss having you beneath me.

I want you back.

But yet I can’t.

As a prime I can’t let my emotions & past effect me and my autobots.

But when I look into those optics and see your face.

I wish to see your smile.

I wish to see that passion you showed me that night.

I wish I could hold you.

I wish…I wish I still loved you.

…Bro…

dO YoU hAtE mE oR nOt?!

I love these messed up yet deadly adorable batch of siblings!

THE HARGREEVES SIBLINGS IN SEASON TWO ↪ “I love this family.”

These will be useful for me and others!

Thank you so much!!

October Prompts 🎃

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

ruffled hair

apple scent

full of colors

walks in the forest

autumnal

falling leaves

chestnuts

umbrellas

ravens

Oktoberfest

pumpkin spice

cornfields

black cat

spooky

first wine

flying kites

whispers

picking apples

ghosts

sweater weather

acorns

pile of leaves

harvest

fog

Jack-o-lanterns

campfire

witches

samhain

stormy days

seance

trick-or-treat

Reblog if, no matter the size of the role, you would agree to work with the Muppets if offered the chance to do so, no questions asked

CONTAINS CRUDE LANGUAGE

You have been warned.

The sky was blood red and the fumes of gas were in the air as I ran screaming for my friends name.

Hoping no PLEADING that he will come rescue me from this...THIS NIGHTMARE.

I hear screams and gasps of pain as I drew near the settlement camp yelling for not just my friend but for the Chief.

“GUS! GUS! ABE! ANYONE!!” I screamed only to see my name being called in a distance. I run at full speed towards Alex.

“ALEX! Thank fuck your alive, where’s Gus?!” Alex signs that he’s in the Medbay. “THANK GOD! Alex stay safe okay?” I say as I bolt for the Medbay, Alex signs “Good Luck” and disappears back into the well hidden bunker.

If you don’t know what’s going on this is the year of 2220 where the world has gone to shit. You think the pandemic was bad? 200 years later there will be a war that will literally destroy Earth. Great.

The thought of the world being fucked I toss aside for now and run into the bushes yell “LIBERTY FOR LAND!” And get immediately sucked into the ground.

I then get plopped on to the metal like floor with a loud CLANK! Where people barely noticed as they scramble and panic as the alarms blast loud and clear that shit is about to go down.

I yell for Gus and Abe as I get onto my feet and run through the giant underground base, dodging scientists, doctors, nurses and normal citizens young and old.

For the last 50 years a War has started between Human Kind and The Reptilian Republic. You heard that right, the Reptilian Republic! 200 years ago those stories and myths of creatures like Mermaids or Bigfoot or any kind of cryptic? They exist...more or less.

Turns out, these creatures were either government experiments gone terribly wrong or were a evolution mistake of sorts...The Reptilian Republic were descendants of Dinosaurs or something I have no fucking clue even though I lived through these events, fucking hell Chris...I didn’t mean for-

When your friend is drunk he says that he is a wizard. So you jokingly ask him to make you immortal. That was 200 years ago.

Hera: Axel, darling we’re all out of chips & dip for tonight! Would you like to come with me to-

Zeus: …Hera.

Hera: …Zeus.

Axel:

“I’m sorry I’m dating, who?!” You say in shock. You just found out your girlfriend was the greek goddess Hera, how? By her ex husband Zeus arriving at your door and threatening you to give her back. This is going to be a long day…

I came across this post and think this is wonderful!

This is just too cute to ignore and I had to share this by reposting this!

I hope you have a wonderful day and stay proud! I can tell that these knights have your back!

The happy chemicals are flowing through me this is just so cute and adorable and amazing!!

Hey! I found out I'm bi! Wooo!

We made this cringe but heartfelt video to welcome you!

The 70 year old man is not surprised by the reactions but rather amused.

As he took a seat at the most sacred table of assassins he looked not at the other lesser assassins but only looked straight at the head mancho himself, Brutus Kong.

Brutus Kong was a big burly man who wore a black fukumen. The only thing visible were his eyes, which were abnormal compared to anyone else eyes to say the least. When the old man looked straight into Brutus Kongs eyes mostly everyone assumed Brutus would tell him to buzz off.

But the ones that truly knew him knew what he was about to do. Brutus then stood up and walked towards the man, their eyes never faltering from one another’s gaze then when the mighty assassin was in front of the old man he only bowed his head and said words no one expected...

“Welcome Sensei, I’m glad you could make it here...shall we begin?”

Everyone’s gazed turned back to the old man who only smiled at Brutus and spoke lightly towards all.

“We shall, let us begin why we are all here today...”

He then all of sudden jumped onto the sacred table pulling out a blade of amber.

“Let us see who will see the gods today”

In all but what seemed to be one measly second all of the assassins were down on the ground. Dead.

Only leaving three alive. Brutus. The old man and most importantly...the chosen one.

Once a year, the best assassins meet in a secret location. Showing their best kills, everyone is surprised when they see a 70 year old man walk in.