Ballistic

I made up a funny idea for how I would personally defeat Mum-Ra (at least from the original series).

My dad and I have been watching Thunder Cats recently (the show from 1985, not the 2011 version). I have been LOVING it so much, and it has become a hyper-fixation of mine.

When I first started watching the series, I didn't like Lion-O at all! I thought he was ignorant, and kind of annoying. I more of preferred characters like Tygra and Panthro (they are my two favorites).

- Free healthcare/schooling

- The ability for a woman to decide for herself whether or not she wants to have a child

- Longer prison sentences for people who committed unaliving, 🍇, etc

- Equality for LGBTQ people; ability for trans individuals to change their gender (when over the age of 18)

- Less drastic rates of mental illness in children and teens; more mental health help in schools

- Higher pay for people who work hard, not dance in front of a camera (such as teachers, nurses, EMT’s, etc)

- Less racism/discrimination in police force/law enforcement

- Less gaslighting in healthcare (and more consequences for the doctors who do)

- More mental health resources for veterans and addicts

I understand that you want to make a move so that you can win. I understand that this game takes a lot of thought. But please understand that if you can’t think of a move,

THERE IS PROBABLY NO MOVE TO DO.

There are other people who want to play and don’t want to stare at your empty head for 10 minutes. You have another turn afterwards, my guy. I promise that life moves on. And if someone wins, you can always play again, and try and win that round.

So PLEASE, do not make me sit here with cards in my hand while you try to figure out where your last brain cell went.

I can’t believe I understand this as an autistic person better than most neurotypical people. I can’t tell you the amount of times I have wanted to put someone on a timer system because they are so stubborn in finding a move/play THAT IS NONEXISTENT.

I promise it’s really good.

- I’m older now. I will never reveal how old though.

- I’m genderfluid, ace, and lesbian, though I really have no idea who I am attracted to.

- I am a Transformers fan and have been for a few years now. But, I will forever hold a special place in my heart for Sander Sides.

I am also a fan of Marvel, DC, Star Wars, He-Man Masters of the Universe (80’s version), and Go Bots.

- The fish in my profile picture has been de*d for years now.

- My dad almost died. He’s fine now though. But I’m still traumatized.

- My account is a safe place for LGBTQ+, POC, Furries/Therians, and people of all religions/cultures.

You have way too much time on your hands if you are writing 5 paragraph essays on Tumblr respoding to one comment 😂😂😂

Story 6: Telling and Meeting Logan

No warnings really. Let me know if I need to add a warning 

That night, Roman slept on the couch with Virgil. It seemed like the friendship was growing. Virgil’s opinions of Roman had changed since Roman had saved them. Roman was honest when he had told the group he was scared. Even though they weren’t necessarily friends at the time, it still scared him at the thought of the event. 

Whoever this Logan character was, was to visit them tomorrow. Roman had guessed that the group were all friends. They had probably known each other for a while. Roman had only known them for a few days. Anyways, Logan was going to come over to probably just say hi to Patton and see how Virgil was doing. 

The thoughts clouded and blended together as Roman slowly drifted off to sleep. 

Roman woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes. He wiped his eyes and stretched. 

“Morning, Prince Sleep.” Virgil was sitting up on the opposite couch, looking a lot better than the night before. Roman let out a snark at the comment. 

“Good morning, Emo.” Roman teased back sitting up to reach his phone. There were 5 texts, all of them from Janus. 

‘Where are you?’ One of them asked. Roman’s heart skipped a beat. How was he supposed to tell Janus, let alone Father that he had been in the village all night? Father had always been very strict about not going into the village. Roman, and even his new friends, might get punished for his faults. Roman shivered at the thought of Patton, Virgil,and Roman in the dungeon below the castle. 

“Are you okay, Roman?” Roman was shaken out of his thoughts by Patton standing in front of him, a concerned look in his eyes. He held a plate of pancakes out to Roman. 

“Yes. I’m fine. Thank you. I just got caught up in some thoughts about_” Roman was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Patton handed the plate to Roman and ran to door. Just outside stood a man with black, square glasses. He was wearing a black shirt with a dark blue cape and a__neck tie? Roman had never seen someone wear a neck tie (only on special occasions) on a such a normal day. 

“Logan! Wow!  You’re early.” Patton had that special, dreamy smile on his face. 

“Well, better to be early than late.” Logan said, straightening out his blue and black striped neck. 

“Yes, of course.” Patton said as Logan entered the house. 

“Hey Logan!” Virgil said, a slight smile on his face. 

“Hello Virgil and—who are you?” Logan said, looking at Roman. 

“That’s the guy who saved me.” Logan looked at Virgil, still confused. So Virgil explained, going back through that terrible nightmare. Logan seemed terrified, angry, and grateful all at the same time. His expressions were harder to read because of how he seemed to keep his emotions hidden. 

Logan then, after hearing about the incident, turned back to Roman and said a simple, “Thank you for saving him, Roman.” He then turned back to Virgil and chatted with Virgil. Patton came in and gave Logan a cup of what looked like coffee. Roman was never allowed to drink coffee. 

“You’re already a mess as it is. We don’t need to add more mess to it.” As his father would say. 

The day continued on, chatting and laughing and overall having a good time. Roman though couldn’t keep his thoughts at bay.