Pray for Hillenburg
It was confirmed recently this year that Stephen Hillenburg, the man who created SpongeBob SquarePants, has been diagnosed with ALS (Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis). It is a disease that kills neurons in the brain and spinal cord, and could lead to death if it gets too severe.
Being a fan of SpongeBob my entire life, hearing this news is just heartbreaking. You may know of ALS if you've done the Ice Bucket Challenge, which was created to raise awareness of the disease. Although there is currently no cure, a non-profit organization called the ALS Association is working to find one. One can choose to donate on their website to help them.
As for me and others who can't afford to do so, all we can do is pray that he can beat his battle with the disease. Stephen Hillenburg will continue working on SpongeBob for as long as he can. He and his fam
I used to ship Pinkie with WanderAnd I still do, to be honest.
I think they're cute! And they're both pretty similar in personality.
Wander Over Yonder: The Witch Doctor pt. 2Sylvia was becoming increasingly worried for every minute that ticked by without Wander showing up. It'd been over an hour since he left to pick up "food products," and now she was kicking herself for not going with him. Common sense told her that he probably got distracted by someone who needed help, but her surrogate "older sibling" intuition told her that the little guy was in trouble.
"Okay, that's it," she muttered, once the clock struck 11.
Sylvia got up and ran across the suite, but just as she opened the door...
The Star Nomad was standing in the hallway with a bewildered look on his face, but Sylvia didn't seem to notice as she pulled her friend into the safety of the room.
"Where've you been, pal??!"
Wander nervously licked his lips and repeated, "Where've I been... Yeah...um..."
Sylvia couldn't help but notice that Wander's Southern accent seemed a little...off.
"You feelin' okay, buddy?"
"Yeah!" Wander replied. "Yeah, I'm good! I just...uh...need a glass o' water.
Wander Over Yonder: The Witch DoctorIt had been almost two weeks since the defeat of Calisto, and the deactivation of her Nanite body. As a token of her gratitude, the Empress had provided the Star System's saviors, Wander and Sylvia, with a royal suite during their stay on Ganymede. As it turned out, Empress IO was quite the proactive leader, attending to emergency situations on her planet personally. As a result, Wander and Sylvia found themselves working alongside her during their random acts of kindness quite often. One such incident involved a cave in the desert where a group of tourists had been trapped by a rockslide. IO took care of cutting the boulders with her light swords into more manageable pieces for Sylvia to move out of the way.
"All right," IO begrudgingly stated, "commence with...Operation.....'Rock n' Roll Removal.'"
"I'm on it," Sylvia replied.
IO stood aside as the Zbornak lifted the first of several large rocks, muttering, "I still can't believe I let him talk me into c
Wander Over Yonder: the DiseaseSomewhere within the vast recesses of space lay a planet that appeared to be made entirely out of pastel-colored daises. From afar, it seemed to be at peace, but toward its Northwestern hemisphere, disaster was at hand.
Daisies were not only this planet's key feature; they also made up its entire population! Each one had a cartoon face where their yellow patch of pollen stood, and two pairs of leaves for their arms and legs. They were currently using their tiny limbs to run back and forth across their soil ground in a panic, for in the midst of their colorful land sat a fifty-foot-tall, dark-gray troll. Starkly contrasting the daises soft petals, the troll had over six-hundred pounds of rock-like flesh, much of which covered the dense flabs of fat on its limbs and belly. It also had three curved horns on its head, a pair of elongated bat wings on its back, and an enormous, yellow eye, with which it stared down at its fist. The beast had taken one of the plan
Flutterbat NightmareGalloping through the immense forest of darkness, the Earth pony kept her emerald gaze upon the path in front of her, ignoring the constant twigs grasping at her long blonde hair and scratching her legs as they picked up speed.
"Anypony?" Applejack called out, only echoes answering her stressed calls, "Twilight! Rainbow?" She slowed down to a trot, then a walk, and completely stopped. She seemed to be getting nowhere like this. She then thought she heard a familiar sniffling sound, cocking her ears towards the noise's location. There was someone in the shadows...long pink messy mane... pale yellow skin...
"Fluttershy?" The farm pony trotted over, relieved to have some familiar company in these woods. But she halted once again, squinting to get a better look... something was coming over out Fluttershy's back annd when she glanced up... her eyes... and the sharp fangs in her mouth...
'...the bat effects...'
"Sugarcube, are y'all alright?? Just hold on, once I find Twilight and the oth
Do you wanna build a snowman - Mike Version*The scene starts off with a eight-year-old Mike waking up on a cold December day. Of course, this was just an ordinary day. His mother informed him that it was indeed a snow day, and nothing could have made the little boy happier - considering he now had a chance to hang out with all the personalities in his head. So, after going into his subconscious, he then tells the Chester, Vito, Svetlana, and Manitoba the news. Of course, his fifth personality is who he was most excited to tell. His name was Mal, and ever since they were five, the two loved spending snow days together - building snowmen being their most favorite activity of all. Although...for some reason...he had been acting a little distant lately - or so Mike was told by the other fours personalities. Of course, Mike didn't think anything of it. He just figured Mal must have been sleeping or was just feeling a little down. Nothing a good, long snow-day wouldn't cure! So, with excitement in his eyes, he then rushes to Mal's ro
Let it go - Mal VersionMal: The others laugh and carry on,
Not a worry or care to be seen.
Once again they exclude me,
All of my insecurities and fears, they unknowingly feed.
My emotions are howling; a raging storm inside.
I have to keep it bottled in; never let them see me cry.
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see,
Be the good boy that they make you out to be.
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know.
Well, now they'll know!
Let it go, let it go!
Can’t hold this anger back anymore!
Let it go, let it go!
Soon Mike's blood will stain the floors!
And I don’t care,
What all of them will say!
I'll soon have full control!
The darkness never bothered me anyway.
It’s funny how a change in command,
Makes everything seem more like your home.
And those who once controlled me,
Will be kneeling at my throne!
It’s my time now to have some fun!
Not slowing down for anyone!
No right, no wrong, no rules for me!
I’m finally free!
Let it go, let it go!
They'll soon al
Lullaby for a Princess (Mike's Version)((A/N: To truly get this story, you'll first need to know my head-cannon for Mike and Mal, and that is in the description below.))
Mike: Fate has been cruel, and order unkind.
Why couldn't there have been another way?
The blame was my own; the punishment, there's...
My subconscious is silent today.
But into this stillness, I'll bring them a song,
And the memories of them, I shall keep.
To honor their lives, and their sacrifice,
And maybe once again find restfull sleep.
Once did a boy who was lonely and depressed,
Look out to the kids who shunned him and sigh.
He cried and said, "Surely, there is no other,
So lonely, and so excluded as I."
So great was his pain, so fragile his mental state,
That soon his mind had no other choice.
It created another to end all his suffering,
Who of which had his appearance, but much deeper voice.
To all of my personalities, goodnight friends of mine.
I pray you hear me through this vast space.
Bear up my lullaby, winds of the earth,
Fall into eternal
Camp Lazlo: You Gotta Be Kitten Me Chapter 1
It was a dark, cold night at Camp Kidney. Everyone was sleeping peacefully except for Clam, he was outside looking for goblins in the forest. Reason? Because Edward told him that there were goblins in the forest and that they only came out at night. This made him believe that goblins existed and why he was outside at 4 A.M in the first place. He looked every crevice, every rock, every tree, every cave, and the road that surrounded Camp Kidney and led to the nearby town, Prickly Pines. But there were no goblins. That meant they weren't real and Edward was telling a lie.
Clam: I can't find goblins. Clam sad... Clam betrayed.....
He was very devastated to find that there weren't any goblins and that Edward was lying to him. This is normal since Edward is known to lie and make people upset. Yes, a 10 year old platypus boy is doing this. What a meanie.
Anyway, Clam sat on the side of the road and sighed.
Clam: I'm hurt. Edward lied to me. He's a big, fat, liar.
Suddenly, he heard a faint no