*glared At You* Fine, *turns To The Kids* Get In The Van!

The is no green ranger

i AM the #1 green ranger defender and no one can say otherwise

TRANS WOMEN ARE REAL WOMEN TRANS MEN ARE REAL MEN

TRANS WOMEN ARE REAL WOMEN TRANS MEN ARE REAL MEN

TRANS WOMEN ARE REAL WOMEN TRANS MEN ARE REAL MEN

I should stop building fictional relationships with people who don’t exist and stop getting jealous over fictional relationships, it hurts…

About my series

When he awoke voices echoed all around him. The sun was shining brightly above him, no…

A light hung over head, every other inch of his surroundings was cloaked in pitch black. Nothing but the single, glass? Rose layed in his grip. The grit and dirt of the ground lingered on his skin, but no where else. lime green and similar shades of clear glass held his body in the endless void he traveled through.

His clothes felt lighter, not that they dissipated just that the fabric had change, devolved and re-adjust to fit that of a newly bloomed rose.

Or it should have, instead it looked like what every high school frat boy wish they adorned. Same jacket, green with an even white line from around the collar down to the sleeves, sweat pants that where similar. And a red shirt underneath.

His face was what had changed the most, a read and green gas mask in the shape of a snarling monster mouth, spike like thorns around the edges. Battle paint, adjacent to that of a fan at a rugby match lacing his eyes. Finally his hair a fiery red and white.

Tw: swearing, talk of abandonment.

Neil’s transformation:

Being an adult sucked, it wasn’t like high school where your parents waited on you hand and foot or college were you can have everything paid for you.

“I actually have to go out and work?!” Neil whined down the phone line.

“I know it must be sooooo difficult for you” the voice mocked.

“Riley! No sarcasm this is actually horrible!” He shook his head aggressively, narrowly dodging a lamppost. He grimaced as people shot him looks “me and my mates we’re going out tonight but I’m broke and apparently that means I’m out the group!” There was silence from the other line, Neil grew nervous.

“Maybe….maybe it’s for the best…”

“What do you mean ‘for the best’!” He did air quotes “my friends just ditch the bro code and you just want me to move on!?” He spat, throwing his phone on the floor with the sound of splintering glass. “Oh for fuck sake!”

Rain poured in buckets, Neil scrambled around in the dark, the mud of the woodland floor coating him. “C’mon! C’mon we’re the hell is it!” Turns out your parents aren’t entitled to buy you a new phone every time you break the old one “C’mon!” His hand felt it, for a brief moment. His fingers brushed against the cracked glass again, gripping it tightly he kissed the dirty thing. “Ple! Pfft! Mud!” He wiped his mouth only dragging more muck across his face. Something pricked his fingers, a rose, blood dripped down it’s dimly lit stem.

Suddenly light flooded him.

Black.

Do you have brain tuna?

Yes brain tunas are common occurrences.

Drew Cassie