Ummm Hi? My Name Is Sonny (pronounced Sunny) And I Use All Pronouns With A Preference Of They/them.

americans better be rebloging the donation and help links for mexico and colombia after all the help they recieved from latin americans w their own issues

Ok so I have developed a new obsession and my lizard brain has drawn a connection between 4 unrelated characters and this paired them together.

They’re all

Skinny

Tall

Related to the color blue

And have some trauma

And I redrew each of em

We’ve got

2D from Gorillaz

Edd from Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Huggy Wuggy from Poppy Playtime

And

Megamind from, well Megamind

The way my brain rationalized these was that they should each be from a Different form of media such as a band, cartoon, video game, or movie.

And now I present you my favorite work I’ve created of these boys so far

Since I love Gorillaz

Demons and Drag pt. 4

Jem is sitting on their couch peacefully sipping their tea and watching Anitri swoon over the guys on TV when Surri walks into the room, phone in hand and a bored look on her face.

“Anitri, quit your drooling, we’ve got a job.”

Anitri whined and slide off the couch onto the floor.

“Do we have to go now? They’re almost to the part where they get shirtless.”

Jem groaned and turned off the TV, making Anitri yell.

“What’re y’all doing this time?” Jem said putting the remote behind them so Anitri wouldn’t grab it.

Surri glanced up from her phone and leaned on the wall.

“We were told that this guy; Mickey, they call him, is testing lethal injections on randos on the street. Has been for about two years, but the cops turn a blind eye cause he’s a white pretty boy.”

Jem’s brow lowered as their look of mild interest shifted to utter disgust. Jem looked away for a few seconds before their face lit up with what appeared to be an idea.

“Can I come?”

Surri was taken aback.

Not by the question itself, but the fact that Jem asked. Jem doesn’t ask for anything.

“Uhhh, sure? I guess it’s fine, but you got to bring something to defend yourself.”

Surri just looked at Jem.

Waiting.

Waiting to see what they came up with.

And much to Surri’s surprise, Jem reached in between the couch cushions and pulled out a bat.

“Let’s go.” They said, and mad their way to the door.

“Where the Hell did that come from” Anitri called from the floor.

Surri shook of her surprise and walked over to her brother and pulled him of the ground by his jacket.

“Listen to the scary Enby.”

***

Jem, Anitri, and Surri were sitting at the bar of Meh discussing there plan.

“So when we find Mickey, Anitri will walk up to him and act like the twink he is. If our source is correct, Mickey will be to enthralled to notice us anything around him, so we can shoot the dart and it will inject the poison.” Surri explained. “Any question?”

Jem shook their head and glanced towards Anitri, who was touching up his hair in the bar mirror.

“Sis, what if the source is wrong?”

Surri pursed her lips as she thought for a moment.

“Well we’ll be there if anything goes wrong, if he doesn’t have a react to you ‘wiles’” Jem gags “then just distract him until I can get a clear shot” Surri told him.

He turns to face her.

“It’ll be fine, we got you.”

He glances at Jem and they nod.

“Lets do this.”

***

They’re strolling down the street, Anitri in a grey sweater and shorts, his hair swept to the side, his tail swaying, and his glasses slumped forward in his nose.

Surri was in her normal black dress, but with a dark, red jacket today. Her hair was pulled back into a small bun, showing the tattoo on her neck. A spider with an M on the thorax. In her jacket was her concealed dart gun.

Jem was wearing a green tank top and maroon pants under a long trench coat which concealed their bat. They had their hair tucked away in a moss green beanie.

“What does this guy look like again?” Jem asked, tucking a of green back into their hat.

“A Kyle.” Surri said.

Jem snorted a laugh while Anitri shuddered.

They turned a corner and they saw a guy wearing a tank and shorts, holding a kitten and a syringe. He looked as if he was about to use it on the kitten, which was meowing and squirming.

Surri watched as Jem shot forward and smacked the guy in the back of the head with their bat.

He dropped the cat and it scampered into a nearby bush.

“What the hell!!!” The guy said, turning towards the group, and Jem hit him again, this time in the face.

The guy, who Surri could now tell was Mickey hit the deck.

Jem just kept smacking the guy, muttering about how sick you have to be to try and harm an innocent kitten.

Anitri shook off his shock and rushed forward to pull her away from the now bloody and battered Mickey.

Jem huffed, handed the bat to Anitri and calmly walked over to the bush the kitten hid in.

While Jem looked through the bush, Surri walked up to the pile of blood and limbs that was Mickey, who was surprisingly enough still breathing.

Anitri looked at her, a question in his eyes.

She looked from Anitri, back to the battered form. With a roll of her eyes, she drew her gun and shot the dude in the forehead.

Anitri and Surri watched as the form shook and then stilled. Anitri was the first to walk over to Jem, who was now sitting on the ground next to the bush with a wiggly, ginger furball.

Anitri sat next to them and looked at the kitten. It had a scar above it’s right eye, which was green, the other eye being brown. It had a clump of thick fur in the middle of his head that looked like a Mohawk.

Jem held him up to show Anitri. Surri also turned to pay attention.

“This is Westley. He will be comin home with us.”

Surri gave a confused look.

‘Another cat?’ she thought to herself.

Surri crouched to get a better look at the kitten. He mewed at her in the tiniest little cat voice she’d ever heard and Surri decided that this cat was her new favorite roommate.

hate hate hate it when adults tell younger people they're "too young to experience (x.)"

pain, memory loss, mobility aids, and disability are not exclusive to older people. young people can be disabled.

im nearly sixteen, and i have a hellish mixture of scoliosis and kyphosis. on top of that, i experience amnesia DAILY. my back doesnt hurt every day, and my brain doesnt refuse to remember important things just for you to say only old people can experience these things.

dear netflix: fuck you sincerely, jatp stans

Who the FUCK decided that insurance companies get to decide what’s medically necessary????????

“You’re too young to be in pain!” isn’t the wake up call you think it is. Your words aren’t going to magically make my pain disappear. And if you mean these words in a genuinely sympathetic way, then I urge you to stay away from it still. It can feel invalidating to a lot of us.

Thank some one who helped you get where you are.

I’d like to thank Thomas Sanders for providing the queer content my repressed soul needed throughout middle school and beyond.

Thank you Thomas Sanders @thatsthat24