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I have been hearing and reading a lot of shit talk on Juggalos and Juggalettes. I am a Juggalette and proud. You call us ignorant and uncivilized but the fact that you judge us all collectively because of something we have chosen to be makes you ignorant and uncivilized. You call us “white trash” and “gang members” but we aren’t. People judge us before they even get to know us. So next time you assume that a Juggalo is stupid or trashy, why don’t you actually talk to them. Maybe you’ll find out we are just like everyone else. I’m proud to rep the hatchet and be part of a community as big as ours. We are a family who would do just about anything for each other. Remember, people are people, regardless of gender, race, ethnicity, religious views, sexual orientation, or whatever else. Are you going to judge someone for being a Trekkie or a Dead Head? No? So don’t judge me.

Not exactly ten PM but I did keep a draft of it open and then went to sleep and came back after I woke up to press the submit :”D Finished the finishing touches on this earlier than I had expected which isn’t half bad ;o maybe I should change the update schedule? LOL no no that’d be absolutely ridiculous~ When would I ever do my  readings for Uni? NEVER THAT’S WHEN. Anyways DIS IS PAGE TWO!!! A good start so far :9 Still no comments? Dat’s cool, dat’s cool, I can wait o 3 o
P.S I realized that I messed up the angle from when you see him in the window til now… I think a part of me was like Noooo Don’t draw Anon2’s face again PLS. And shrieked in horror at the thought XDDD
#itwas2:58amwhenIwrotethis #futuretripin’ #soexcitedaboutpressingsubmit #Ishouldgotosleepnow
-Mr plushie

Title: Cafe Devanny.
Tumblr+Deviantart: Tumble Dry : D! Deviantart!
Author: Jodi A.K.A Mr-plushiie/Scarlett Sheep
Genre:Romance, Comedy, CHEESE(not that kind of cheese), Shounen-ai Characters: Arillia ,Markous, Anon 1 and Anon 2 LOL.
Update Schedule: I AM SO BAD AT THIS BUT I’LL TRY MY BEST GOT FOR ONCE A WEEK ON SATURDAY? 10pm Eastern time!?! I work best in the dark. LOL

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(If you’re looking at this on tumblr … the rest of it’s on one of thse links :D TAKES YOUR CHOICE,)

My target Audience is Mr-plushie’s every //speaking into hand mirror Here’s lookin’ at you plush bby~

The rain. It never stops here. Sometimes it seems like the sun is trying to push through, but the storm is stronger. The sky is black. The land is barren and empty. The only sign of life is me, as I stand in the middle of this vast wasteland, surrounded by this endless rain.

It pours all around me. My clothes are drenched and my dripping wet hair clings to my face. I’m hunched over, hugging myself, seeking to preserve some body heat but to no avail. I am freezing and shaking and shivering from all this endless, pouring rain.

And yet…it doesn’t rain on me. Not a drop of rain has touched me. I look up, and it’s as if there is nothing above my head but a black hole. But, I’m still wet. I move to a different spot, but the black hole follows, and nothing changes. Nothing ever changes here.

Lightening flashes and touches down beside me. Thunder claps and roars and booms. The ground beneath me shakes. The sky above me shakes. My bones shake. And I look up. The black hole has opened up. And as a single drop of water falls out and onto my flesh, the storm around me stops. The wasteland is quiet and the seemingly endless, pouring rain has ended. I take a deep breath and suddenly a flood falls out of the black hole. A flood of every rain drop that never fell on me.

Within seconds I am submersed and floating in a black abyss. I can’t breath. I can’t see. I can’t hear. I am alone. I begin to feel the burning in my chest and I’m afraid. I am afraid because although my instincts are telling me to fight it, telling me to live, I know how easy it would be to die. I want to float in this black ocean forever. It’s almost become comforting; it’s almost become home.

But then I remember, it’s all in my head. And though it’s a part of me, it’s not all of me. And then those dark stormy days aren’t so bad. And I know my depression can’t kill me if I don’t let it.

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