The Piss Yellow Socks™

This is Milo. Milo is my only sister and was 21 years old. They would have been 22 in April. Milo was an amazing, wonderful, and kind-hearted person who always did their best to be strong and stubborn. They proved that over the last 48 hours. On October 11, 2018, approximately at 7:08 AM EST, Milo was struck by a car while crossing the street at a crosswalk to catch the bus that would take them downtown. Milo was an animation student at CCAD and was catching the bus to get to class. Due to the accident, they sustained 3 fractures to their skull, both of their hips were broken, one of their legs was broken, their face was fractured, and also suffered from a fractured neck and spinal cord injury. Milo was expected to not make it past 3 PM on October 11 but managed to hang on until this morning. Unfortunately, Milo passed away on October 12 and I am getting to why I am here asking for your help. My family did not have life insurance for Milo and my mother has myriad of health problems on top of now dealing with the death of her child. My mother desperately wishes to bury Milo with my grandparents and my uncle but to do this we need money so we may proceed with Milo’s funeral arrangements. I know the asking price is very steep but any donation is better than what we have which is nothing at the current moment. The police are doing a full investigation and we do not know of what kind of insurance the driver had and if they will be able to cover these costs. We do know we need money up front and soon so we may put my sister to rest. If you can only even donate a dollar it is better than the nothing we have right now. If Milo reaches their goal of 7,000 dollars and goes over, I will donate any remainder to the local animal shelter in Milo’s name. We have two beautiful cats Milo loved very deeply and Milo cared so much for animals, I know that is something they would have liked. The past 48 hours have been extremely hard on my family and I am doing all that I can do to help ease my mother’s pain so she does not have to worry about the costs of burying her child. If you can assist in any way, I appreciate you. Thank you.

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“Come, Akira!”

I’ve spent more time than I should on him, but I don’t regret anything. 

[5.14.2018] Yogi’s @ 3:15 - Prologue

Tuyen works at a convenience store called Yogi’s. Almost everyday at 3:15 PM the bus comes by and, admiring from afar, Tueyn sees her. Tuyen will never have the courage to say hello. Until…

Slice of Life / Romance / Girl’s love / G

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(Note: I don’t really understand how the Iron Man suit works, so when you are reading this and wondering why Tony can’t just get his Iron Man on and dip out, well I’m wondering the same thing, lol) 

It was a mistake, an error in calculation, an unpredictable chain of events with a worst possible outcome, a judgment call to ignore a sporadic plan following the events of a movie because it just seemed too risky at the time… 

He didn’t listen to the kid, but he should have– maybe then they wouldn’t be trapped in some cramped cell in a musty chamber with bars that are apparently indestructible, which Tony quickly learned after an hour or two of trying every possible method of destruction.  

Escaping just wasn’t an option, and he should have fucking listened– 

“Mr. Stark?” 

Tony stops in his tracks after pacing the small length of the cell for forty minutes, trapped in his rushing thoughts for a plan that will actually work. 

“What?” Tony shoots a gaze toward Peter, who’s been far too quiet considering the situation, and who’s been keeping a hand pressed to his side with a face pinched in pain. 

“It hasn’t healed yet?” 

It’s been a few hours, Tony thinks. The gash on Peter’s side should healed by now, or started to heal at least. 

“No,” Peter mutters through clenched teeth, and that’s enough to having Tony moving to him and dropping to a crouch. 

There had been quite the fight before the two were thrown into a cell, and Peter took a lot of hits. Tony wishes he could blame it on recklessness, but Peter wasn’t being reckless; the kid was being protective and jumping in front of blades that should have hit the metal of his Iron Man suit instead. 

“Let me see,” Tony says, and Peter’s slow to move his hand, hissing sharply as Tony prods lightly at the broken skin oozing blood. The skin split by the blade is a deep purple, looking almost like a bruise, but there are hints of light in it, almost as if it’s glowing slightly. 

Tony doesn’t know the species they were fighting; he doesn’t know what they are capable of, what their weapons are made of, and the glowing around the wound makes him nervous. But, he keeps his face calm as he moves Peter’s hand back to the gash. 

“Just keep applying pressure. I’m sure it will heal soon.”