All Of Them

If only it would stop SNOWING FIRST AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Are you excited for Spring/Summer?

I STILL HAVE THE BOOK WITH THEIR ADVENTURES!! I LOVE THEM​ SM!!!

do not separate the gays

Hey Guys,

I know this is very out of the blue, especially since I have been offline this website for a hot minute lol. But I find this to be very important to share:

Please try to listen to this podcast, "The Deck Investigates". Look it up. You can listen to it on pretty much any platform (I hope) or you can listen on their website thedeckpodcast.com.

If you choose to not listen to the podcast, I will not hold it against you. You are your own individual person with your own agency and I acknowledge that. The internet and marketing is very biased atm and I want to make it clear that I do not want to pressure anyone too much. However, I do encourage you to listen to what the hosts and family have to say about this case. It is a seemingly small case with huge holes; representing the so many unsolved and cold cases that could easily be solved if we were able to raise even a little more awareness so we can show how much these cases mean to the families, victims, and surrounding communities.

Anyways, I have to continue being slow here. School stuff is a lot and the amount of work is overwhelming, so I hope no one minds if the silence continues a bit longer. I hope you all have good present moments to counter the bad ones :)

Listening to PebbleBrain on repeat! Awesome job Lovejoy, this EP is absolutely fantastic!! Everyone go check out their music on Spotify and YT!

I'm thinking a lot about mythmaking and Technoblade, because that feels very appropriate, I feel like he would enjoy living on as a legend through all these little stories.

So yes, he visited Wilbur in a dream to call him a loser. Yes, he visited Sophie in a dream to call her cringe. Yes, he jumpscared Michael for criticising the "elbow reveal" joke. Yes, he painted the sky pink wherever that happened. Yes, he appeared as a pig shaped cloud in the sky. If you make a potato farm, he'll be there in spirit to criticise its efficiency. If you call for him during a match, he might send you his energy (if he likes you). If you get the spaceship option in Guess the Build, you'd better pick that or he'll come for you. All of these little moments are really him, because he is a larger than life figure. A true folk hero.

And yes, when you hear thunder, that might be Techno taking on the kingdom of God. (Call it proactive atheism.)

It's all ridiculous but that's as it should be to be honest. He was a ridiculous guy.

And I feel more comfortable with this kind of thing than I do with thinking too hard about Alex (I feel weird even calling him that) and the very personal tragedy of his passing. It's true that he and his family and friends shared some of that with us, but it's not really ours I think. But the legend of Technoblade is.

BEST NEW YEARS WISHES TO YOU ALL!!

now time to start writing and planning out a story...

AXIS: Chapter 2

"Aw, man," Micah said. "I am stuffed."

"Good! Then you're who's going to buy, Micah," Ray said.

"What?! Oh, come on!"

I chuckled the ate the rest of my Yakitori (grilled chicken skewers), and flipped open my mini-notebook to my notes while Micah and Ray fought over who was going to pay. By the time I filled out a good page, the boys were up at the cashier's counter. I sat up from my seat and walked away from our table and out the door.

"Hey, Fuu! Where are you going?" Micah shouted to me. I walked over to the counter and set a bag of money in front of Micah.

"I'm going out. Take the money. I'll pay this time," I said as I start to walk away, but then I turned back and called out, "Keep the change!" Then, I waved 'later' to Micah and Ray as they watch me run off into the busy streets. Now, off to my secret space.

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After I threw hundreds of punches and kicks at my beat-up tree stump, I jogged around the hiking trail I always took at this time. Then, I took a short break, lying on a cold rock to cool myself down and drinking some water from a nearby river.

"What're you doing?" A voice asked behind me. I shrieked, almost falling into the river, trying to see who came sneaking up behind me. But thankfully, the person that surprised me caught me right as I touched the water with my fingers.

"Whoa. That was a close one," said Ray. He pulled me up on my feet.

"C-Captain?!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing?" He replied. "I believe that I asked you that question first."

"Oh. R-right... Wait. You know about this place?"

Ray tapped his fist into his palm in realization. "Oh yeah, you probably didn't think I knew about your little training spot? You come here every time we finish up for the day." He's just changing the subject now?! I thought. I paced up and down around the river bank.

"Okay, so you know about this place? The Meadow," I asked again. The Meadow is what I named my training spot. Simple since it was a meadow hidden by the expanse of forest.

"Yep," he replied calmly.

"Since when?"

"Since before you started training by yourself."

I gawked. So, over two years of Ray practically stalking me. My mind was racking with clues of him being there.

"Now that I answered all your questions, mind answering mine?" Ray said. "Why do you push yourself so hard? Are you trying to prove something? Or I am just conceded?"

"I don't need to tell you anything." I spat and started to stomp off. As always, Ray is nosy. But Ray grabbed my wrist, holding me back.

"Tell me. I'm your Captain. I am supposed to watch over you until you've grown up enough to stand on your own. Until then, I am a part of your life. Don't hide anything I need to know."

His face looked genuinely serious. Before, I compared him to my strict father, but now it's different. He is just himself and no other. Even so, it's weird enough that I have a strong urge that I should tell him. Should I? No. I need to stop overthinking this. The real question is, do I trust him enough? I pondered on this question for a moment. But in the end, I sighed a sound of defeat.

"Fine. But it'll sound quite cheesy," I said. "I always practice on my own time because I want to prove to my brother that he was wrong about me. Childish, I know."

"Really? Your brother doesn't like that you volunteered to fight?"

I shake my head. "Nope. He would much rather have me stay in bed all day. He's just like my dad. But I want to protect and fight for our kingdom. I want to fulfill my mother's dream of becoming a general of one of the Six Armies. Maybe even greater than that. And that's what convinced him to sign me up for the academy." Ray looked at me with a surprised look on his face.

"Wow. That's some dream." He muttered. Then he spoke up and asked, "So, what happened to your mother to make her let go of that dream?"

"Um... My mother had an illness that took her life. It slowly but surely drained her energy and lifespan. And especially when I was born. It took so much out of her that she only lived until I was three years old. Twelve years later and I'm here where I am today. I think she would've wanted me to move around than wallow in pain back home. I want to live the life that my mom couldn't. I want to see things in her place."

I shook off Ray's hand and walked back up towards the rock where my things were. A cough escaped my mouth after I took a sip of water from my water cup.

"There's your answer. Thanks for keeping me company, but I got to go back to my dorm." I started sprinting back to the city. Over the logs and rocks before I could find the paved path back. I heard a loud rustle in the trees. I looked up and saw it was Ray jumping away to his place.

Will he be okay? Was it all right to tell him? I don't know if that was too much or too little to say, but I said it anyway. I mean, it's not rare for a dead relative. But this is my mother that we're talking about here. Oh well. No use overthinking this. He was a general in the Eastern Army. Plus, he's pretty much an adult. With those two things in mind, he'll be fine.

I slapped myself on my face with my hands. What the hell? Why am I so worried about his well-being? Just keep moving. It's not a much big deal. Right? I arrived back at the dorm in a bit. I would cool off better there.

When I die, I don't want to be visited on the day I die. the day I die is just some random date that my body went "sure" at when it spun the wheel of death/life. visit me on my birthday when I choose to sleep in during labor. and don't give me presents, I want to be brought a single flower. one flower that is your current favorite and tell me why it's you favorite. if it changes next year, I want to hear about that flower to. I want to get to know the people who visit instead of mourn.

oh how I wish crochet was as fast as that.

but more importantly

CAKE

halloween checkerboard crochet cake 🎃 by thepetitepudding on ig

They did it again