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phantomphangphucker · 6 years ago

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Badger Fight - PhannieMay - Day 16 Animals

Summary: Vlad’s had always wanted his little badger, just not like this.

Warning: mentions of injuries.

“Sam! Sam!”

“What is it, Tucker?”, Sam chuckles a bit at the, clearly overexcited, Tucker. Tilting her head back at him as he runs up, shoving his phone in her face, “look! It’s exactly Danny’s height and build! You so need to buy this”.

Sam gapes at the screen for only a second before groaning loudly, “Tucker, why the hell would Danny want a fursuit? You’re the furry here”. Tucker shakes his head at her, rather disappointed, “Sam, it’s a badger. That’s reason enough”.

“I don’t think I follow, it’s not like Danny even likes badgers. His personality doesn’t even m-”, Sam cuts herself off as Tucker slams his head into the table while laughing his ass off. “What? You damn moron?”, Sam doesn’t like being the butt of a joke, especially not a Tucker joke.

“Sam, Vlad. He literally calls Danny “little badger””, gesturing at his phone, “Danny’s always little but now he can be a badger too”. Sam facepalms knowing full well Danny would indeed be all over doing some prank with this. Sighing at Tucker’s pleading face, “well its current bid is only six hundred. But if that turns out to be a damn murrsuit you are a dead man”. Tucker glares at her, mildly insulted, “I’m not that weird”. Tucker judges from Sam raised eyebrow, that she doesn’t really believe him. But she takes his phone anyways and places a bid.

Sam shakes her head at the eight hundred dollar bill, but Tucker’s pretty darn pleased when the massive box shows up the next day. “I honestly think you just want to get Danny in one of these. You’re like an excited puppy”, Sam eyeballs Tucker as he giddily rips into the box in her bedroom. Smirking down at the suit as he lays it on the floor, before rummaging through his bag.

Sam goes wide-eyed and feels a bit confused as Tucker pulls out a bundle of phase proof neon green fabric. Snickering at Sam, “can’t have him phasing through it, now can we”. This gets Sam to bend over laughing, “you’re evil, but I’m pretty sure he won’t need to phase it off to get out of it”.

“What? Well duh. No, it’s so he won’t accidentally phase it off while punching Vlad in the face or something”

“I’m pretty sure Danny actually has control now, you idiot. But fair enough, Danny is exactly the person to accidentally ruin his own, or our, joke”, Tucker points at her as he lays out and cuts up the fabric to line the suit, “exactly. Besides, he’s used to phasing whatever off himself. The only reason he doesn’t lose his jumpsuit is cause it’s part of him”. Turning to face Sam, “is it sad that the creepiest thing about our friend being half dead, is that he has two sets of skin?”.

Sam rolls her eyes, “death ain’t no big deal. And you’re the only one who finds that creepy”. Tucker only rolls his eyes as he starts stitching. Sam joins him after a beat, “you know, most people don’t get this good at sowing because they constantly have to practice on their friends' skin”.

“Didn’t you literally stitch through his leg bone or something once?”, Sam grimaces a bit as she responds, “yeah, stupid ectoline is the only crap that could hold the bones in place. And wrapping it around just wasn’t working”, muttering more to herself, “god that was such a fucking mess”.

Sam blinks a bit as she clues in that Tucker is intending for Danny to literally have a ghost fight, with Vlad, in a fursuit. Which definitely can not auto-heal or self-repair, “this thing is going to get fucking destroyed”. Tucker smirks and finger guns at her, “worth it. It’s not like you can’t afford to be frivolous”. Both of them know he’s right, as Tucker lifts up and smirks at the finished, and ever so slightly glowing, fursuit, “and now to spring this on Danny’s ghostly ass”.

Danny was having a nice nap in a tree, but looking down at his devilishly grinning friends means today is going to get weird, well, more weird. Looking at what is clearly a paw glove that had slapped him in the face, “must you assault me with your fetish?”.

Tucker puts his hands on his hips, “still not a fetish”. Sam snickers at Tucker, “you’d think with all the anti-ghost crap Danny’d be less fond of stereotypes”. Danny rolls his eyes but laughs heartily, as he slips out of the tree, “oh and like you guys don’t throw ghost stereotypes at me”.

“Oh please, like half of them are true. Sometimes intentionally on your part”, Danny makes a show of mock offence at Sam. Turning to Tucker and holding up the paw, “I thought you were more green and black though? What’s up with the solid black? I would say that’s not very otter but you furries don’t seem to give a shit about colour accuracy”.

“Fuck the colour spectrum. We do what we wanna. But it’s not for me”, Danny raises his eyebrow while Tucker smirks, “it’s for you”.

Danny looks back and forth between his to friends, realising they’re serious and both in on whatever this is, “ok? What fucked up thing did you plan without my knowledge?”. The two don’t even answer him, just motioning for him to follow them; which of course, he does.

Danny instantly falls on his ass laughing the second he sees the suit, still laying on Sam’s floor. “Oh my god! Is it a badger?!”, wheezing a bit as he continues, “is it sad that I don’t even have to ask why?”. Tucker shakes his head and jabs his thumb in Sams’ direction, “no, what’s sad is that she had too”.

“Well excuse me for not being a walking joke and a flaming trash fire mess of an excuse for a person”. Danny points at her now too, “hey now, I’m much more put together than our unlovable frootloop”.

“Everyone is more stable than him, so that’s not saying much”, Tucker snickers a bit before adding his two cents, “face it, you’re a species of grade A what the fuck and dumb life choices”.

“Can’t disagree there, neither of our asses would be halfas at all, if we weren’t perpetual cases of dumb fucking decisions”. Danny smirks a bit as he lifts up and shakes out the body of the suit, “why the hell do these things always look so damn accurate?”.

“For nearly a thousand dollars it damn well better”, Danny gapes at Sam before shaking his head. He and his friends have no clue what a normal life could ever fucking feel like. He only shakes his head more as Tucker shoves the suits head over Danny’s head, “Tuck, how the fuck am I supposed to embarrassingly punch the crap out of pseudo vampire ass, if I can barely see? People fucking dance in these things?”.

Both Sam and Tucker are laughing too hard to really answer him and he’s got more questions, “and why the fuck is it glowing? This thing hasn’t even been to my house and it’s already got ghost problems”.

“Pretty sure it became haunted the minute it came into contact with you”, Tucker nods and mutters, “you are walking ectoplasmic contamination”. Standing up straight and taking a few deep breaths, “but, for a change, a Fenton is not to blame”. Putting his hand to his chest and puffing it out, “you can thank yours truly, phase proof”.

Danny starts laughing, which his friends find rather absurd looking with the badger head, “so Vlad won’t be able to just grab me through the suit or yank it off! His ass is actually going to forced to try to beat up a giant floating anthropomorphic badger!”.

“Sure, let’s go with that”, Danny glares at Sam, even if he knows she can’t tell, “you ass”. Both of his friends only roll their eyes at him as Tucker shoves the fursuit body at him. Danny’s damn good spacial awareness is really the only reason he can easily grab it without having to look right at it, muttering as he pulls it on, “this is like walking around with fucking toilet paper tubes over my eyes”.

Tucker only snickers as he zips the back closed, “and you thought suiters having handlers was excessive”. Danny throws his hands up, “I thought that shit was just for fucking security or some shit”.

“Handlers do a shit ton dude. Though they are mostly security for people like Telephone. Now hands”, Tucker stands back and smirks with a strong nod at the giant ghost containing badger. While Sam snickers, “now let’s see how much is left of it after we obviously do the dumb shit”.

As Danny’s testing out floating inside a damn fursuit for the first time, all three can’t help but laugh and Danny’s laughing hard enough to make his floating extremely erratic, which is making his friends laugh even more. Danny eventually yanks his friends up into the air with him, doing spins while staring at the mirror, “Tuck, this is simultaneously the best and most stupid thing you’ve ever done”.

“Not the stupidest thing you’ve ever done though”, Danny just straight up drops Tucker, “HA!”. Floating over to the window, Danny points his finger out in the direction of Wisconsin.

Danny floats behind his friends as they approach Vlad’s mansion, all sporting devilish grins. “Ok so how are we going to start shit, can’t just show up”, Sam mutters aiming to be a bit quiet. Danny turns his head to her, “since when do I need an excuse to be a thorn in his side”.

“Pretty sure you do that by your very existence dude”

“Then all the more reason to do it more aggressively”, Danny knows full well neither of them can see his smirk as he already knows full well what he wants to do. Going to tap on his chin and thus promptly smacking his hand into the chin of the suit head causing Tucker to snicker.

Vlad barely gets a chance to jolt in surprise as badger Danny phases through a wall and full speed decks him in the face.

Rolling away as he transforms and stares confused at the badger? That, while glowing and floating, doesn’t look like an actual animal ghost. Only going on the attack as the badger? aggressively flies at him again.

But Vlad is promptly getting frustrated with how damn good this thing is at dodging, while the hidden Sam and Tucker glare at the scene. Tucker mutters, “so the idiot can dodge. He just... doesn’t”. But neither can really be unimpressed with Danny as he slams Vlad repeatedly over the head with a chair.

Vlad, annoyed, swats away the chair erratically like it’s a really annoying fly. Getting caught off guard by badger Danny rapidly sliding his face/the fursuit head, in front of Vlad’s face. Vlad only gets a second to jerk and glare at the glass eyes before Danny head-buts him, though he hadn’t actually intended to do that. However, Vlad does slash open the neck of the fursuit, slightly confused as he can feel that it’s just damn fabric.

Danny jerks around and makes a show of pretending to be injured before kicking a globe at Vlad, which Vlad easily backhands away, not even bothering to move the rest of his body.

Knowing full well Vlad’s probably going to figure it out as soon as he catches a glimpse of Danny’s Phantom suit under the fursuit, Danny charges at him and just swings erratically. Effectively shoving one paw glove in Vlad’s mouth, which Vlad bites down on. Danny makes a point of holding on to the glove as he yanks his hand out of Vlad’s mouth, leaving shreds of fur in Vlad’s mouth in the process.

The sight of fur sticking out the sides of the prideful halfas mouth is too much for Danny to not burst out laughing at. His voice, of course, giving him away for sure, so he hovers quickly over Vlad; opening the fursuit mouth and pouring out the vomit like a mixture of ectoplasm and frootloops on top of Vlad’s head.

Vlad wipes aggressively at his hair, “DANIEL!”. Actually, a fair bit pissed off now, Vlad claws at and onto the fursuit, shredding up the chest and shoulders enough to reveal the DP. Danny gut punches him, “it’s Danny bitch!”. Vlad throws his hands up exasperatedly before just going on a full out ecoblast centric assault on Danny. Which Danny mostly avoids, not really wanting the fursuit, which was stupidly expensive to his teenage brain, to get flat out ruined.

Chuckling ominously behind Vlad, “you know, badgers are actually pretty fearsome creatures”, before kicking Vlad in the back of the knees and shooting an ectobeam out of part of his one chewed on glove. Sending Vlad close enough to where Sam and Tucker are hiding for them to slam the pink inflatable tube over the halfa. “One giant frootloop for the giant frootloop!”, halfway through their joke Vlad just flat-out explodes the tube; it’s not like it was any kind of actual capture device.

Vlad spins around on the two, seconds before Danny stomps both his feet onto Vlad’s head. Who spins around and backhands Danny into a wall. Giving Danny’s friends a chance to scamper off. “You are an affront to all my affection, Daniel”, Vlad deadpans while Danny just flips him off.

Danny takes Vlad duplicating as the sign to fuck off from this, but not before one of the duplicate Vlad’s claws the back of the fursuit head up and yanks it off. Danny quickly snaps his teeth around the snout of the fursuit head, and kicks the duplicate in the shin. Vlad takes this moment to just flat-out unzip the suit rather anticlimactically. Danny makes a show of covering himself up like he’s naked and cries sarcastically, dropping the fursuit head, “yOu PoUcHeD mE! wHaT? yOu DoN’t AlReAdY hAvE a BaDgEr PeLt?!”. Danny snickers as he takes Vlad’s punch straight to the face, “oh yeah that’s right, the badger is just another thing you can’t obtain”. Flying down and scooping the fursuit head back up in his mouth purely cause it likely looks absurd. And Danny was damn well going to leave more teeth marks in this thing than Vlad, just to one-up him.

Tucker skids over, Action Movie style, snatching up the fursuit body as it slumps to the ground unceremoniously. Not really giving a shit as to how the hell the feet and hand paws are still on Danny, but thoroughly amused as Danny decks Vlad in the face.

Danny blasts another Vlad duplicate in the face before crashing out the window, shattering the glass as he doesn’t even bother to phase through it. Sam and Tucker vaulting out after him.

Vlad glances backs and forth from the shreds of fake fur in his hands to the trio, as they run (or fly, in Danny’s case) with Sam and Tucker dragging the mangled fursuit by the ankles across the ground as they flee, cackling all the while.

End.

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madeyemads · 6 years ago

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🌜Weird Naruto Related Dreams the Mun Has Had 🌛

Weird dream 1) I had a weird dream that Tobi and I went on an outing to a boba place. I took the last pink boba straw and that offended Tobi. He called me a bitch and told me about how much getting a pink straw meant to him. Then, he sloshed bubble tea in my face, throwing hands at me, and I got defensive. I was too short (4′11) to punch him so I first kneed him in the groin. As he crouched down in pain, I ripped his mask off and slapped that mutated face of his, the dirty bastard.

Then, in the dream, I got all sad that Tobi and I were enemies and my sister was comforting me. I decided to check the mail and in the mail, Tobi sent me back all of my art, a picture of the Third Kazekage and him making out with Garfield as his cat on their laps, and a note in glitter pen (pinkish red) - “Fuck off, Thot”

I even illustrated it.

2) I also dreamt that Sasori wanted to meet my family. He was my boyfriend but also my art teacher?...

So my family and I were walking to his house (he lived in the desert we used to live in? He was my creepy ex-classmates’ neighbour?) and this brown rabbit with a british accent told us to “have fun” when I knocked on Sasori’s door. There were caterpillars with bright orange spikes everywhere on his yard and in the desert near his house.

So we’re in Sasori’s house and he proposes to me with a funyun onion chip.

I’m so flattered. Sasori’s been my anime crush since 2007-2008?

“Yes! Yes!” I say, hugging my beloved.

His head pops off and starts rolling down onto the floor while we have our moment and I panic. Oh no!

As a way to cope with such a loss, I shave my eyebrows clean off as his head ambiently asks for assistance regarding being placed back onto his body.

I woke up, horrified because I was 1/2 asleep and I actually thought that a decapitated man was right near me.

Then I came to my senses and was like “Madeleine, you’re trash and you need to know that”

3) (my personal favourite) Hidan being my next-door neighbour.

He was the son of Count Chocula and a generic scooby doo villain in a fursuit.

The furry was so grouchy but the count was nice. The count spoke like an NPC character. He’d mumble and laugh at inopportune moments as a string of text trailed beneath him.

Hidan was super nice to us. He was a loving and affectionate friend, he’d hug a lot, HOWEVER, he smelt STRONGLY of AXE BODY SPRAY!

Even worse? Our shower broke and he let us borrow his and I ended up smelling like AXE body spray. g r o s s

4) Gaara was a kid my sister and I babysat. He is super cute and all, he was like 10 -12 in the dream? But he had 10 rings, 1 for each person he fought....

When I asked, he spoke in the deepest, most macho and gruff voice:

��Each resemble each weakling who lost against me.”

5) This was when I was like 7 years old.

My family, mom and baby brother included, went to Huntington Gardens.

I saw a flower bloom on Zetsu and a tree next to him. It was so beautiful I cried. In my sleep, I spoke “a flower bloomed on a tree” and my sister made fun of me for it (I don’t blame her)

Mr.Smee from Peter Pan (1953) was also there for some reason?

He was like “Yeah, it is a nice tree, kid.”

#ooc #maddie speaks #tobi #gaara #sasori #zetsu #hidan #anime #naruto #naruto shippuden #akatsuki #dreams #weird dreams

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lonedailydoodle · 6 years ago

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Daily Doodle 251 – December 23, 2018

What a day, friggin 262 miles / 422 km traveled and 7 hours driving.. My poor butt xAx We saw a lot of neat stuff though!

We had a great day with friends, some from the west and some from the east at the end of the day!! <3

Today I woke up early and quickly got ready to go out to Pixie’s. While heading down I realized I forgot the cake candle and felt bad again..

Anyways, while driving through the city’s highway, I noticed the road ahead was covered in thick fog, it was all over this part of the city! I’ve never seen this happen and it was pretty crazy

I safely made it to Pixie’s where he got ready and we left to refuel my car to near max capacity, then stop at a friend’s house who wanted to gift Pixie something. Turns out she gifted him an Austin Powers Pop Figure! <3 This makes two Pop figures for Pixie now! We then ate breakfast at a nearby Burger King before heading out on the very long trip west of the island

I thought my GPS would route me through the north of the island, but it routed me through the south. I think this was better since there’s much less traffic along that route, no tolls after the first few ones and it was half an hour faster! Pixie mentioned he was already tired of going through the south since we took the same road twice in a week, but it was the faster option

We drove through the usual mountains but this time listening to the Forza Horizon 4 soundtrack, a racing game Pixie loves a LOT! This made the drive along the mountains feel a lot more rad too! We then drove through the south cities and towns before reaching more desolate and deserted areas of the road

We eventually arrived at the mall we would meet in, it took us an hour and a half of driving. There we just spent a bunch of time in the car waiting for one of Pixie’s friends who owned a Miata and eventually got tired of waiting and left walking. We then spotted the Miata driving away towards where our car was, so we left walking there again until we found it

We greeted the owner and started talking, Pixie also inspecting the Miata closely. I looked around it as we kept talking, even a security guard joining to talk as he had been a previous owner of a Miata. He also recognized Pixie cuz of the fursuit, he’s apparently known in the Miata group as basically the only one with a fursuit heh. Pix also got to drive this Miata too for a bit <3

After a short while, Zee and another fur friend showed up and we all talked together until we later split up. The Miata owner left while Zee, Pixie, our other fur friend and I left into the mall to hang out

We stopped at an arcade, then browsed a farmer’s market before leaving to this.. REALLY messed up Walmart with a really bad layout. It had cash registers in every corner! Every wall was occupied by something, aaaagh! It was crowded as heck and after a bit of browsing we left to this deserts shop

There, Pixie told me to get a hot chocolate, so I got that. I then asked if they could add whipped cream, which they did and surprised me by even sprinkling cinnamon on top as well as putting a cherry! Pixie tried it but didn’t like the whipped cream at all, I did too and it tasted pretty bad.. I believe it was cake frosting, it wasn’t good

We also watched Zee and our friend play Smash together on Zee’s Switch console, pretty neat little thing. Our friend had to leave a while later though, so we said our goodbyes and then later left to get food. Zee and I ate at this Chinese restaurant he recommended which was DELICIOUS!! Lots of noodles with lots of liquid, not dry <3

Pix wanted Taco Bell, so we took my leftovers and left to my car. We then drove off north to the nearest Taco Bell which was pretty far away.. Anyways, on the way there, we saw a bunch of sporty cars since the west of the island has a lot. We even spotted a Lamborghini!! I also think most of our passengers see Pix and I talk about cars 90% of the time, I’m learning from Pix aaaa!!

Pix got his food and we all sat down to chat until it was getting late. We then drove back to the mall and dropped off Zee, obviously hugging him goodbye and leaving north again

The drive was much much longer than the south one considering all the traffic and traffic lights, it even became the night. We tried making a stop at one of Pixie’s friend’s house, but he wasn’t around, and it was controlled access, so we left. We admired the beautiful view of the moon reflecting on the waves at the beach next to us

At the end of the drive I was getting really tired and was considering switching with Pixie if he wasn’t sleepy, but we rolled down the windows and my sleepiness went away considerably.. I probably needed fresh air

We safely made it home and then left to one of Pixie’s friend’s house who gifted him yet ANOTHER Austin Powers pop! He also gifted me a weighted kunai which I was happy to spin around! I sadly realized it wasn’t that meant to be spun, so I’ll have to find a way to truly reinforce it

We then left to a nearby Burger King where this friend got food for us, we then all ate together. Some time later another friend of Pixie’s joined us and we spent the time chatting there until we were told to go out as they were gonna close the restaurant. We then just spent a good chunk of the night talking outside until we left to Pixie’s house

Once there, Pix and the guys drank some coquito and we then spent the rest of the midnight talking and having a good time. We even danced a few times.. as.. cringy as it can be.. We were noisy, oh dear

It was then late, so we left to drop off our friend, then arrive back at Pixie’s to hug and kiss goodbye for a few hours as I’d be back very soon. I then left home and quickly got to writing the doodle and sketching it, but it was then way too late to ink, so I went to bed to nap for a few hours..

This day was the longest in terms of driving I’ve EVER done.. So much time sitting and so much of the island traveled, phew

#daily doodle 2018 #daily doodle #doodle #furry #art #jeany545 daily doodle

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danfanciesphil · 7 years ago

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L’Histoire Française (New Chapter)

Teacher AU (Part 15)

(Part One)

(Part Two)

(Part Three)

(Part Four)

(Part Five)

(Part Six)

(Part Seven)

(Part Eight)

(Part Nine)

(Part Ten)

(Part Eleven)

(Part Twelve)

(Part Thirteen)

(Part Fourteen)

(Now Available on Ao3!)

It was foolish of Dan, really, to have ever believed that sneaking in to his own house would ever be a viable strategy. In fact, Dan only manages to turn his key in the lock before he hears a shriek from inside, and the sound of feet hurtling down the stairs.

The door is pulled open before he can get his hand around the knob, and he’s pulled inside with considerable force, into the arms of his drama queen of a flatmate. Teddy stands just behind Tyler, watching with a smile as Dan is squeezed within an inch of his life.

“How could you do this to us, Daniel?” Tyler is demanding, shaking Dan in his embrace. “We thought you were dead. You abandoned your dearest friends, your confidantes, all for a half-decent roll in the hay with some French floozie-”

“He’s not French,” Dan says into Tyler’s shoulder. “And-”

“No, I won’t hear it. Come into the lounge at once and tell me every last detail of what you’ve been doing since Sunday morning.”

Tyler releases Dan, only to grab him by the wrist and pull him towards the sitting room.

“Well I’m absolutely not going to tell you everything, so...”

Teddy slings a sympathetic arm around Dan’s shoulders, walking him over to the couch. “Don’t you think It’s best to spill the gory details now, Dan? You know as well as I do that he’ll only drag them out of you bit by bit anyway.”

Dan sighs, but allows Teddy and Tyler to pull him onto the sofa, fitting himself snugly between them.

“So, how many rumbles in the sack have there been thus far?” Tyler asks, diving straight into the deep end. “Twenty? Thirty?”

Dan splutters. “What? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“More?” Teddy asks, eyebrows lifting in genuine surprise.

“Gosh, and he’s a bit older, isn’t he? Kudos, Sexy Teacher,” Tyler says, exchanging an impressed glance with Teddy.

“Oh, for- we have not had sex thirty times!” Dan exclaims, already feeling drained by this conversation. “Why do you even want to know that, you pervs?”

“Because we need to have a deep, in-depth, analytical break down of each one, so that we can properly assess this man’s attributes and decide whether he’s good enough for you.”

Dan stares at Tyler in bewilderment. “You never wanted to analyse my sexual escapades with Stephanie.”

Immediately, both Teddy and Tyler pull a face. “Don’t be vulgar, Daniel.”

“Tyler doesn’t care for all that heterosexual stuff,” Teddy explains, laughing. “But you have to admit this is exciting. Your first gay experience.”

“We feel like proud fathers,” Tyler sighs, leaning his head on Dan’s shoulders. “Now tell your daddies, Dan. Exactly how big-”

“Alright, that’s the end of this conversation,” Dan declares, standing up from his seat. “It’s eleven o’clock and I have,” Dan takes a deep breath in, grimacing. “A potentially horrible, long day at work tomorrow.”

“You have?” Tyler asks.

“What’s the issue?” Teddy asks.

“Oh, nothing really,” Dan says vaguely. “Me and Phil could lose our jobs, that’s all.”

“Phil and I,” Teddy corrects. Then, he seems to realise what Dan just said. “Wait, lose your jobs?!”

“Is that what all this drama and weeping has been about?” Tyler asks, mouth agape. “Dan, what-”

“It’s fine,” Dan says with a morose shrug. He honestly hasn’t the strength to think about this anymore. Apart from a few… minor interruptions, this job stuff has been all that he and Phil have spoken about today. “There’s a school policy against teacher relationships. But we’ve decided that that isn’t a good enough reason to be apart.” Dan shrugs. “So that’s good. But… it does mean one or both of us could lose our jobs, yeah.”

“What kind of ridiculous, dated school policy are you working under?” Tyler scoffs. “Can’t you protest this?”

“We have,” Dan says, shifting from foot to foot. “They said they’d consider our appeal. Well, Phil’s appeal. Tomorrow is the decision date.”

“Oh, darling,” Tyler says, standing to wrap his arms around Dan. “I had no idea. You must be going mad with worry.”

“Can I do anything to help?” Teddy asks, unusually sweet. He stands too, joining in the hug. It’s a little awkward, being on the inside of a Teddy-Tyler sandwich, but Dan is nothing if not used to it by now. “Maybe a cup of tea?”

“Good idea, Teds,” Tyler stage whispers over Dan’s head. “Break out the camomile.”

Dan laughs, a little sadly, but rather enjoying all the attention. “It’s okay guys, I just wanna go to bed.”

“Alright, then.” Tyler and Teddy break apart. Dan doesn’t miss the worried glance they exchange. “Bonne nuit, my love.”

“Try not to think about it too much, I know what you’re like.”

Dan nods at Teddy, managing a grim smile, and then heads towards his room. He can feel the two pairs of eyes following him, but he ignores them, trying to be as convincingly composed as possible, so they don’t worry.

As he gets ready for bed, Dan replays the last few hours he had with Phil before he was dropped home. A perfect, idyllic stretch of time, over far too soon. They’d just been talking, lounging on Phil’s bed, drinking tea and munching on leftover madeleines. In the comedown of the incredible sex they’d had earlier, they’d both fallen into a soppy, sweet mood, so there was a lot of cuddling, and more than a few sickening confessions of adoration.

“I have a crush on your dimples,” Phil had told him, conjuring them out of Dan’s cheeks instantly.

Dan had laughed and blushed, but Phil had kissed them until it wasn’t funny anymore, it was just true, lovely, and sweet.

Dan gets into bed, his heart heavy. How is he supposed to be able to sleep, knowing that tomorrow holds the possibility of Phil being torn away from him? He supposes it’s not as dramatic as all that, and that no matter what the outcome of the school’s decision, Phil has assured him that they’ll still be together. But the thought of working without Phil in that school, where the teachers treat him like a servant boy, and the kids - barely five years below him in age - seem to giggle as he walks past them in the halls… it’s unpleasant, to say the least.

Phil brings life to that building. Without him it would be a regular, dull and colourless establishment, devoid of any distinguishing features, or palpable enjoyment for learning. Phil’s presence leaks out of that one classroom in which he teaches, and streams through the halls, infecting the students’ minds. He ignites inspiration in their curious young brains, elicits a genuine passion from them for the subjects he feels so strongly about.

Rolling onto his side, Dan reaches for his phone, charging on his bedside table, and clicks Phil’s name.

Dan I’m very lucky I met you.

He rolls onto his back again, sighing at the ceiling. He means that, no matter what else may happen.

His phone buzzes, making him smile, and he reaches for it in the dark. His pillows still echo with the faint smell of Phil’s cologne, and it’s giddying.

Phil I think it was more like fate.

Dan Sap. <3

Phil You started it <3

Dan laughs, then puts his phone back on the table to his left. He’s just thinking about all the sleep he’s going to lose out on, when his door cracks open, and two familiar faces peer through into the gloom.

“Dan?”

“Are you still awake, darling?”

He tries to be annoyed, but he can’t fight the smile that inches onto his face. He sits up a little, cocking an eyebrow at his two flatmates. “What do you want?”

Having received confirmation of Dan’s consciousness, the door swings open, and Teddy and Tyler bowl through, jogging over and leaping onto Dan’s bed. Teddy at least has the decency to close the door behind himself.

“Hey, woah, what’re you- guys, I need to get some sleep-”

“Shh, love,” Tyler says, snuggling himself against Dan’s side. He wiggles underneath the duvet, as does Teddy, and they sling their arms across Dan’s middle, getting comfy. “We just thought you could use some company.”

“In case you start overthinking,” Teddy explains, yawning into Dan’s ear. “Just forget we’re here. Enjoy the cuddles.”

“I don’t mind if you pretend I’m Phil, but please refrain from grinding on me too much,” Tyler says. “Teddy gets awfully jealous about that kind of thing.”

Teddy aims a kick in Tyler’s direction, but catches Dan in the shin instead. “Ow!” Dan exclaims. “Guys. I’m touched, really, but I can’t actually move-”

“Good, because if you move I will end up on the floor,” Teddy interrupts. “Everyone just stay where they are.”

Dan sighs heavily, surrendering. Again, a traitorous smile creeps onto his face. Sure, these two might be an enormous pain in the backside most of the time, but he wouldn’t trade them, even so.

“Thanks, guys,” Dan mumbles.

Strangely, this bonkers plan of theirs seems to be working. Dan is distracted enough by the lack of movement available in his limbs that he feels sleepier already.

He shuts his eyes, focusing on the warmth of the arms criss-crossed over his stomach, the rise and fall of the chests on either side of him.

“You have washed these sheets since Phil slept over, right?” Tyler says into Dan’s ear.

“I haven’t been here, Ty,” Dan mutters back. “How could I have?”

“So we’re sleeping in all your sin?” Teddy asks.

“How kinky.”

Dan swats Tyler in the side. “Don’t say ‘kinky’ while you’re in my bed. That’s a forbidden word in this scenario.”

“How did Phil react, by the way?” Teddy asks, suspiciously casual.

“To what?”

“To seeing you in your fursuit?”

The next few minutes are packed with Teddy’s indignant shrieks as he finds himself on the floor, followed by his pleas to be let back into the bed. Dan doesn’t relent for a good few minutes. Out of principle.

At break time, they’re scheduled to meet with the Principal of the school. Dan has never been to the Principal’s office. He has, in fact, never even met the man, though he’s heard an array of wild, conflicting stories - mostly from the students - about why he’s never around.

The most popular theory, particularly amongst the older students, is that the Principal is an undercover spy, using his position as head of the school as both a front, and as leverage to infiltrate a corrupt government, particularly in the department of education.

According to Phil, these rumours are perfectly viable. He’s an eccentric character, apparently, and difficult to read. Phil likes him, which says a lot to Dan, as he trusts Phil’s opinion far more than anyone else’s.

“Do you like him more than John?”

Phil frowns, deliberating over this question. “Difficult to say. I don’t know him as well as John.” Phil frowns, deep in thought. “I’ve been round to his house for a board game night before, actually. He’s a quirky character, kind of peculiar, but he’s definitely nice. Just a little bit intimidating, I guess.”

That conversation had taken place before the first bell, in Phil’s classroom. Dan has no lessons with Phil on Tuesdays, so he has to simply wait until break time to see him again.

They meet outside the Principal’s office, both surprised and unsurprised to find Jonah Frank and Matthew waiting on opposite ends of a bench outside it, their arms folded. Matthew has a black eye; Jonah has a bleeding knuckle.

“Jonah, Matthew,” Phil greets them, a smirk on his lips. “Been playfighting again?”

“Nothing playful about it, sir,” Matthew scoffs, scowling at Jonah. “He just suckered me out of nowhere.”

“Out of nowhere?” Dan asks, also fighting a smile. “Well, that’s peculiar behaviour, Jonah.”

Jonah smirks, shaking his head at Dan’s sarcasm. “He was mouthin’ off. He deserved it, and he knows it.”

Matthew rolls his eyes. “Since when am I not allowed to say what I want? It’s a free country.”

“Since what you say is purely stirrin’ up shit that doesn’t concern you,” Jonah says, his tone firm.

“You’re so damn sensitive ‘bout Lester and the new TA,” Matthew growls, his voice quieter, though not so quiet that Dan can’t hear. “How ‘bout you crawl out their asses for a sec and-”

“Alright, alright,” Phil says in his loud, authoritative tone. It makes Dan shudder a little, a reminder of the past few times he’s heard it, but Matthew and Jonah are too busy staring daggers at one another to notice, thank Heavens. “Let’s take a breather. Silence is golden, for now. We can let the Principal deal with your disagreement.”

“Is that why you’re here, sirs?” Jonah asks, forgetting Matthew. “To see the Principal?”

“We have a meeting with him, yes.”

Jonah nods, his brow creasing. “Cool. Let me know…” he casts a wary look at Matthew. “How it goes.”

“See you later on, boys,” Phil says, tactfully avoiding agreeing to Jonah’s request.

With that, Phil walks up to the door of the office and knocks thrice. Dan smooths out his shirt and straightens his tie, already so nervous he could pass out. He let Tyler pick out his outfit this morning; he wanted to look smart, professional.

As it turns out, this probably won’t matter very much, as Phil has chosen to wear a bright blue shirt covered in corgis, and a bowtie. It’s ridiculous, but somehow he pulls it off beautifully.

“Come in,” a voice calls from inside.

Phil glances at Dan, giving him a little smile. Dan sends one back, very glad that he doesn’t have to do this alone, at least.

“Good luck, sirs,” Jonah calls as Phil pushes the door open, and steps back to let Dan inside.

The Principal’s office is cream-coloured, and the large windows look out onto the parking lot. It’s on the second floor, so there’s a bird’s-eye view of the area where the school buses idle, along with the main entrance, out of which the students pour every day. Dan imagines it must be rather nice to see them all funnel through the doors after the last bell, safe in the knowledge that they’ve all made it, unscathed, through another school day under your supervision.

There’s a persistent, barely comprehensible jabbering coming from the backwards-facing chair behind the large desk. The Principal seems to be speaking on the phone. Following Phil’s lead, Dan takes a seat in one of the large beanbags provided, and waits, flicking nervous little glances in Phil’s direction.

He takes the opportunity to look around the room, curious about this mysterious figurehead that he’s been working for all this time. There are a few plants in here - strange, exotic ones that looks as if they shouldn’t be able to survive in England, but that are thriving, somehow, in this office.

The walls hold some bizarre motivational posters, and a few paintings that follow a similar, abstract and colourful style. Dan peers at the name in the corner, but he can’t quite make out the squiggle. It looks something like ‘Linguini’.

Phil clears his throat, clearly getting impatient. Dan hears the Principal say something like, “ah, yes, well - got to run for now, we’ll catch up on the candy cane dilemma a little later.”

Understandably, this makes Dan’s brow crease in confusion.

“Yes, alrighty, TTFN, Nick.”

The chair swivels, rather dramatically, and the receiver is placed back in its holster. A young man sits in the Principal’s chair, a dazzling, white, straight-teeth smile on his face, framed by a shock of dark curls atop his head. His eyes are bright and blue - though a different shade to Phil’s entirely. He also, Dan notices, wears glasses.

It had been enough of a shock for Dan to accept the existence of Phil Lester, a rare beauty amongst the rather beaten-down teachers he’s known in his life, but for there to be two members of this school’s faculty that look like they could be modelling their own range of designer spectacles is a bit much to comprehend.

“Ah, hello, hello!” The man declares brightly, standing briefly from his chair. “Phil! So good to see you!” Phil rises from his beanbag, a little awkwardly, and grips the hand outstretched over the desk. It takes Dan a moment, but then he struggles up to do the same. “And Dan, is it? Mr Howell, sorry, I’m being awfully rude.”

“Dan’s fine,” Dan mutters, his stomach still churning.

“Excellent! I’m Principal Ligouri, but most of the staff call me PJ.”

Dan nods, managing a grim smile. He flops back down onto his beanbag, as does Phil, and Principal Ligouri takes his seat, straightening his thin, black tie.

“I’m ashamed of the fact it’s taken so long for us to meet, Dan!” PJ says, his voice loud and ringing with exuberance. If Dan had thought Phil was a large personality, he has nothing on PJ; this guy could fill twenty rooms with his sunny smile alone. Honestly, it’s a little much. “I usually make it a point to get to know my staff members.” He pretends to slap his own hand. “Shame on me!”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Dan assures him, the beanbag rustling as he fidgets. “I know you’re very busy.”

“No excuses!” PJ exclaims, ruffling his mop of hair in both hands. “Any-who, any-why, what brings you two here today? Ooh! And would you like a slurp of tea?”

PJ produces three mugs out of a seemingly invisible drawer in the desk, and deposits them on the table. Then, he spins around on the chair, wheeling over to a little tea-station behind him, which holds a kettle, a teapot, and a very tiny fridge.

All three of the mugs have the word ‘slurp’ written on them, alongside a colourful array of peculiar drawings. They look very similar to the framed paintings on the walls, Dan notes.

“Um,” Dan says, glancing at Phil, unsure. “I- I guess tea would be nice-”

“Peej, I think Dan and I would prefer just to get this over with,” Phil interrupts.

PJ swivels on the chair to face him again, eyes wide. The kettle starts to roar.

“Get it over with?”

“Yeah,” Phil says, frowning. “This is a disciplinary meeting, after all.”

PJ slumps in his chair, frowning back at Phil. “I’m afraid you’ve lost me, Phil.”

“This meeting… you’re supposed to be telling me and Dan whether we’re allowed to stay on here.” Phil looks across at Dan, as if checking to see this is correct. Dan shrugs very slightly, just as bewildered as he is. “Because we don’t plan on breaking up, so…”

A second or two passes, and then PJ’s face melts into a relieved smile. “Oh, that? I thought I told John to clear all that nonsense up.”

Dan and Phil gawk at him in surprise, able only to watch in perplexed silence as PJ, humming away, turns back to his tea station to pour the water into the pot.

“Sorry,” Dan says, shaking his head. “I don’t think we understand. We thought we were here to receive the board’s decision about whether Phil will be having to quit or not.”

PJ barks a laugh, swivelling back towards them, teapot in hand. He looks practically maniacal, Dan thinks, holding the teapot in the air as he uses his long, spidery legs to scoot back over to the desk. Like the Mad Hatter, somehow having risen through the ranks until he’s in charge of an entire school.

Dan looks over at Phil, mildly fearful of this thought. Perhaps PJ is a lunatic? Could it be that his lack of presence in this job has caused his staff to overlook his mental instability? Could this man have simply forgotten what this meeting is all about?

“Principal Ligouri,” Dan says, heart hammering. “This isn’t very funny to us - it’s actually caused us quite a lot of anxiety, so if you could just explain-”

“Right, Dan, of course.” PJ’s face drops into one of total sincerity so fast that Dan actually leans back into his beanbag, blown away. The teapot is placed carefully on the desk, the mugs pushed to the side. PJ leans towards them, fingers laced, a grim, apologetic smile on his handsome face. “And that is, of course, something that I am deeply apologetic about.”

PJ clears his throat, and pours the tea into the mugs, still the picture of seriousness.

“We will, of course, be providing appropriate compensation for the both of you in regards to all this-”

“Wait, wait, slow down.” Phil is sitting upright as much as he can in the beanbag, looking irritated. Dan watches him in silent awe, knowing that whatever is about to come out of his mouth is undoubtedly going to be deliciously firm and righteous. “PJ,” Phil sighs in frustration. “Am I correct in understanding that neither Dan nor I are about to be forced to leave our jobs?”

“Good grief, I wouldn’t hear of it!”

Phil’s mouth sets into a line. Dan can feel the bubble of something begin to inflate in his chest. It feels like it could blossom into relief, or possibly euphoria, but it’s too early to tell.

“And why, exactly,” Phil asks; his teeth sound like they’re gritted. “Have we been under the opposite impression for the last twenty-four hours?”

“So John didn’t catch you up to speed?” PJ asks; Dan and Phil both shake their heads. “I see,” PJ says.

He turns to get the milk from the fridge and pours some into the mugs before speaking again.

“Well, I’ll have a word with him about that. But let’s just suffice to say that the matter has been put to rest. There’s no need to concern yourselves with it anymore. You’re free to see one another romantically - though I would remind you to keep things professional during school hours, of course.” PJ grins, reaching for his mug of tea. “Well, as far as possible. Young love, and all that. I’m not a monster.”

“…I don’t understand,” Dan says quietly. “How can this all just be over? John said-”

“Yes, I am aware that John miscommunicated to you both,” PJ says, slurping down some tea. Mostly because Dan is very aware that his hands are empty and twitching with nerves, he reaches for one of the mugs PJ made him, hands it to Phil, and then reaches for the other. “I do wish to offer my sincere apologies for that. The thing is… John’s always been a bit of a stickler for the rules. I myself haven’t glanced at that ancient handbook for years. I’ve no idea why he wouldn’t think to ask me about the validity of those old guidelines before speaking to you.”

“So, the no teacher-relationships rule is just… being thrown out?” Phil asks, his big hands wrapped around the mug.

Dan slurps some tea of his own, eyes wide. This whole meeting has been so far from what he expected that he’s starting to wonder if he’s actually dreaming. The tea burns on his tongue as he sips it, and he winces in pain.

Probably not a dream, then.

“I’ll have to call a meeting and file some paperwork before I can officially abolish it,” PJ says, rolling his eyes as if the very idea is deathly boring. “But I already appealed to the board of education and they have no objections. Apparently most schools got rid of those no-teacher-relationship rules yonks ago.”

“It does seem… kind of old-fashioned,” Dan says, his voice small.

The bubble in his chest is expanding, pushing up into his throat. He’s worried that it might pop, bursting out of him in a bout of hysterical laughter.

“Oh, it’s practically Edwardian,” PJ agrees. “What kind of evil troll-Principal would I be if I allowed my best teacher - and my best Teaching Assistant,” PJ winks at Dan, slurping some more tea. “To be forced out of here simply because they fell in love?”

Dan immediately flushes bright red, and he determinedly avoids Phil’s eye. Love is not something they’ve discussed yet. PJ, caught up in his own tale, seems not to notice.

“It’s actually all very romantic. Like a modern day fairytale. Dan’s the damoiseau in distress, Phil’s the brave Knight… who’s the evil dragon? Me, perhaps? John?” PJ stares out of the window, lost in his own musings. “Anyway, enough of that. Time for the happily ever after, I say!”

As PJ rambles on a little more, Dan just stares into his tea, unable to believe this is actually happening. He and Phil seem to be off the hook, completely. No more crying in the secret bathroom, no more sneaking around, guiltily hiding things from John and the kids. They get to be together, every day, without restrictions. Dan gets to walk past Phil’s classroom and see him, bright and vivacious, inspiring the students, whenever he wants.

And then later, after he’s finished work, Dan gets to wind their hands together, he gets to watch Phil pack away his desk and kiss him before he turns out the lights. He gets to listen to the kids tease them for being so sappy, climb into Phil’s little car, and be driven home.

Belatedly, Dan feels a hand place itself into his, and he glances down at it, realising it’s Phil’s. He squeezes tightly, dumbstruck that he’s allowed.

“...so of course the compensation you’ll receive for this will be enough to satisfactorily put this absurd matter to rest once and for-”

“Compensation?” Dan looks up in surprise.

PJ nods slowly. “Yes… as I mentioned, you’ll both be offered a sum of money to compensate for the inconvenience.”

“How much?”

Phil lets out a small laugh at Dan’s question, making him blush. PJ’s mouth also twitches in amusement. Dan shrinks away from their responses; he’s never been offered so much as a tax reimbursement, let alone money for something he now finds out he hasn’t even done wrong. He can’t help but be a little eager to know the details - particularly as he’s currently scraping by on his meagre Teaching Assistant salary.

“The details will need to be finalised, but I will personally see to it that you are not disappointed,” PJ tells the two of them. He drains the last of his tea from the mug, letting out an ‘ahhh’ of satisfaction.

“PJ…” Phil says, looking almost as shocked by all of this as Dan is. “This is… I want to thank you for being so understanding. You could have- well, let’s just say if you were a different sort of person, this might not have gone as smoothly for us.”

“Oh, now, don’t be silly,” PJ says, batting his gratitude straight out of the air. “All I ask for is a wedding invitation, and a dedicated plaque in your forever home, attributing the success of your relationship to me, and me alone.”

Dan gawps at him, mouth falling open a little. Then PJ splutters, sending a hideous flush over Dan’s neck and face. Phil titters beside him, squeezing Dan’s hand.

“Oh, and one other thing,” PJ announces, glancing at the clock on the wall. Break time is almost over. “I received a rather lengthy email this morning from a Mr Jonah Frank. I presume he is a student of yours, Mr Lester?”

“Oh, God,” Dan says under his breath.

They’re so close now. Dan prays silently that whatever Jonah said - or more likely threatened - won’t ruin it for them at the last minute.

“He’s in mine and Dan’s Year Nine History class, yes,” Phil says, glancing at Dan, wary.

“I see,” PJ mutters, clicking on something on his computer. “Ah yes, here it is.”

“Peej, whatever he said, he’s just a… kind of troubled kid who has a favouritism for me, he’s honestly harmless-”

PJ glances up, eyebrows nestled near the mass of curls atop his forehead. “I think you’re misunderstanding me. Jonah sent through a very polite and honestly rather well-put together request for a - and I’m using his words - ‘reconsideration of my decision to suspend two members of the faculty’.”

Dan blinks in quiet shock, unable to summon a response.

“He did?” Phil asks, sounding just as baffled.

PJ nods, then turns his monitor for the two of them to see. On the screen is an email, professionally structured, with separate, indented paragraphs, and a ‘Dear’ at the beginning, along with a ‘yours sincerely’ at the end.

It could be any business email Dan’s ever seen, except for the telltale name at the bottom - Jonah Frank.

“A ‘petition’,” Phil reads, adjusting his glasses and squinting at the words. “What’s that about a petition?”

“Ah, yes,” PJ says with a wry smile. “Apparently this delightful young man took it upon himself to create a petition for the two of you to remain on the staff. He gathered over two hundred signatures, actually, it’s rather impressive. He seems to have emailed it to the whole school, though I’m not sure how he managed to find the email addresses of all the teachers.”

Probably not through legitimate means, Dan thinks to himself. “Two hundred people signed it?”

PJ nods brightly at them both. “It seems the two of you are rather popular. Of course, the petition turned out to be unnecessary, but had I been the sort of tyrant that would have sacked you both over this triviality, I do believe this petition of Jonah’s might have made me reconsider.”

“I feel like… I should mention that Jonah is waiting outside right now,” Phil says, smirking slightly. “He was sent to you for giving another student a black eye.”

PJ’s eyebrows lift, and he disguises what looks very much like a small chuckle as a cough into his fist. “I see. Well, in light of all this… perhaps you could mention to him on your way out that I’m… very busy. Too busy, in fact, to see him, and that he is free to go.”

“Got it,” Phil replies, smiling at PJ. “On that note, we should probably get out of your hair.”

Phil stands up then, and Dan follows suit, still in a daze. They’re really going to walk out of here scot free.

Phil reaches over to shake PJ’s hand, smiling warmly. When PJ reaches for Dan’s hand, he limply gives it up, still unsure of protocol.

“Lovely to see you Phil, as ever,” PJ says with a grin. “When’s our next board game night? We should set a date for it.” A light blush peppers his cheeks, and he glances at Dan. “With Dan too, of course. How rude of me.”

“Oh, um, thanks.”

“I mean it! I take Tokaido very seriously, Dan.”

Phil nods gravely. “It’s true.”

“Don’t worry, I’m a bit of a Mario Kart menace… so I know the feeling.”

Phil eyes him curiously, his smile practically screaming at Dan how much he wants to see this in action.

On their way out of the door, Dan hesitates, his eye catching once more on those paintings. He steps over to read the scribbled name at the bottom. Up close, it’s just about readable: Ligouri.

“Oh, so you did paint these,” Dan comments, smiling as he takes in the bright, beautiful shapes and colours. “They’re wonderful.”

“Well, thank you very much,” PJ tells him, walking over to where the paintings hang. “I’m only an amateur, mind. But I do love to experiment with acrylics in my spare time.”

“I prefer charcoal,” Dan says, not really thinking about it. He’s too caught up in the vivid monster-scape in front of him. “Or pencil.”

“Oh, you draw?” PJ turns to him in surprise. “Funny you should mention, I’ve been looking for someone to teach an after school art class once or twice a week. Would that interest you? Extra pay, obviously.”

Dan’s eyes widen in astonishment. “Really? I mean- wow, that sounds-”

PJ’s telephone trills into life then, cutting Dan off mid-sentence. PJ rolls his eyes and heads towards it. “Do excuse me, I need to take this, I imagine. People do get awfully worked up if they can’t get hold of the Principal. Send me an email to remind me about the art class, though. Lord knows I’ll only forget otherwise.”

Dan nods, and PJ gives a small wave, picking up the receiver.

“Ah, Nick! Calling back about the candy canes? Red and white. No, no, black would not be a good substitute-”

His head spinning with ideas of striding after-hours through a classroom full of easels, ten or more eager faces turned to him, hanging on his word, Dan strolls out of the office through the door Phil is holding for him, and smiles.

There’s barely a second for Dan to catch his breath once the door shuts behind him before he’s being swept into Phil’s arms, and kissed, so hard it’s rather dizzying. He feels the bubble in his chest burst at last, sending tumbles of relieved, ecstatic laughter into Phil’s mouth. He hugs Phil fiercely, clinging to him tight.

Phil doesn’t stop, doesn’t let him breathe, he just kisses and kisses, lifting Dan a little off the floor as he holds tight around his middle.

“Uhhh, I’m guessin’ that went well then, sirs,” a voice sounds from nearby; Phil springs backwards, releasing Dan in a second, his cheeks an unusual shade of peony.

Jonah, still sat on the bench outside the office, is staring at determinedly at the floor, his eyes wide and horrified. Dan lifts a hand to his mouth; it’s been less than a minute into their new, public relationship and he and Phil have already traumatised a student.

“Jonah!” Phil exclaims, hurriedly wiping his mouth and smoothing his shirt down. “Um, sorry, I- we didn’t see you. Um, yes, it went… better than expected.”

Jonah looks up cautiously, as though he’s expecting a pornagraphic display. He sighs, relieved, when he finds this is not the case, and grins at his teacher.

“Awesome, so you’re stayin’ on, an’ that?”

“It would appear so, yes.”

Dan smiles at Phil, giddy with happiness as this is confirmed aloud for the first time. “Apparently a particularly determined student helped us out in that department.”

Phil laughs, nodding. “Yes, we… wanted to tell you how much we appreciate your effort to help, Jonah. It’s very sweet of you to get so involved, and to do what you did.”

The fourteen-year-old shrugs dismissively, but there’s a little smile gracing the corners of his mouth. “S’nothin’. Couldn’t be arsed with the idea of comin’ to this shitshow school every day without messin’ with you two dorks.”

“I’m not sure I should allow you to speak to us like that,” Phil says. lifting one eyebrow. “But... I think, on balance, I can probably let it slide this time.”

Jonah grins, winking at Phil. “Thanks, sir.”

“Oh, and Principal Ligouri wanted us to pass on a message to you,” Dan adds, glancing at Phil; his eyes widen, remembering. “He says that he’s sorry, but he’s awfully busy and can’t squeeze you in, so if you promise not to hit anyone else, you’re free to-”

“Hey, speaking of, where is Matthew?” Phil asks, looking around the vicinity.

“I finished ‘im off,” Jonah says casually, standing from the bench. “Stuffed him in those lockers over there.”

Jonah inclines his head to a nearby row of lockers; Dan’s eyes widen in alarm. “You… are you serious?”

There’s a moment of strained silence, wherein Dan wonders if he’s about to become world-famous as the Teaching Assistant that allowed a raging psychopath of a student to murder a classmate in cold blood and stuff his corpse into a locker. Then, Jonah laughs.

“Course I’m not serious, sir, fuckin’ hell.”

“Language, Jonah,” Phil warns, but he’s laughing too. Dan glares at them both, and rolls his eyes.

“I told ‘im I’d take the rap for the punch and sent him off,” Jonah says, grabbing his backpack, still laughing. “But looks like I don’t need to now, thanks to you, Mr Lester.” Jonah winks, already backing down the corridor. “See you losers next Monday!”

At that second, the bell rings, and Dan looks exasperatedly at Phil. They exchange a look of frustration, knowing that they’re now going to have to wait until lunchtime to talk about this.

“See you later,” Dan says, sighing. He darts forward to steal one last kiss from Phil’s mouth just before the corridor fills with students, on their way to class.

“Come find me in Classroom Nine at lunch!” Phil calls as Dan hurries away with the mob of teenagers.

He rolls his eyes at this instruction; as if he’d go anywhere else.

Fifteen minutes after the lunch bell, Dan is sitting on Phil’s desk, Phil on the chair in front of it, his chin on Dan’s knee. Dan is gazing down at him fondly, his heart bursting at the seams. He gets to stare at this face every day. It feels too good to be true.

“My mind is still reeling,” Phil admits. “This morning I practiced my ‘I quit’ speech to Buffy.”

Dan smirks. “And what did she think?”

“She gave some helpful comments.” Phil laughs. “Maintain eye contact, square my shoulders, pee on the desk to mark my territory…”

Dan nods seriously. “Well, she is a highly trained professional.”

“Oh, of course. That’s why I went to her for advice, obviously,” Phil says, smiling.

His eyes are crinkling in the corners - Dan has come to recognise that this happens when he’s feeling particularly fond.

Dan is just about to ask Phil to feed him more of the cookie he’d bought from the canteen a little while ago, but at that moment there’s a knock on the closed classroom door. It opens in the next moment, before either of them have a chance to respond.

It’s John, surprisingly, that pokes his head around the door. There’s no mistaking the bashful expression smeared all over his face. “Is this a bad time?”

Phil lifts his head from Dan’s lap, sitting back in his chair. “No, you’re fine.”

Instinctually, Dan feels his hands curling into fists at the sight of John. It’s not fair, Dan knows, to be angry with the man, as he was only doing his job - but still, he is the reason Dan and Phil have been having such a difficult time recently. And to top it off, it was all totally unneccessary.

“I thought I should stop by to apologise to the two of you,” John says at once, stepping just inside the door. Dan’s fists unfurl at once. “If I’m not mistaken, I’ve made a rather large error in regards to how I dealt with the discovery of your romantic relationship, and that must have caused both of you a great deal of stress.”

Dan frowns, studying the whorls in the wood of Phil’s desk.

“Thank you,” Phil says, making Dan glance up. “We appreciate you saying that, John.”

“Y-yes, we do,” Dan agrees, nodding.

John’s shoulders sag in relief. “Good, because it really was never my intention to… disrupt this, um, blossoming relationship. In truth, I find you both very good company, and I’m happy you found each other this way.”

“I understand, John,” Phil tells him with a kind smile. Dan marvels at his ability to be so forgiving; he’s not sure he can do it so quickly. “You thought it was part of your job. It’s okay.”

John nods sadly, looking guilty, still. “I understand that this might affect our friendship from here on out, but I hope that perhaps with time you might come to forgive me-”

“Don’t be silly,” Phil interrupts, waving a hand through the air. “Let’s just put it all behind us. Peej said something about organising another board game night soon. You remember last time, don’t you? Should be fun to see PJ hurling Monopoly hotels into our drinks again.”

John laughs at this, apparently remembering. Dan’s eyes widen a little, not sure how to react to the information that PJ apparently gets violently competitive on these occasions.

“Sounds good,” John agrees, smiling gratefully at Phil. “If we can ever pin the mystery-man down, I’m in. And I suppose we have one more player to add?” John eyes Dan questioningly.

Dan nods, giving him a somewhat thin smile. Sue him, he’s not as much of an angel as Phil Lester. He can be salty about John’s actions for a little bit longer.

“Excellent,” John mumbles, turning to go. “Well, I apologise again. I hope you’ll be very happy together. And I know you’ll be professional about this, of course.”

The last bit is said as a mild warning, but Phil just chuckles, nodding. “Thanks, John. See you around.”

The next few days are a blissful, barely believable dream. Dan swans into school each morning and has a coffee made for him by his perfect boyfriend. They spend their break times laughing at stupid memes on their phones and planning fun activities for the classes they run together.

Of course, the kids tease them mercilessly. They make kissing noises when their backs are turned and ask them inappropriate questions at every opportunity. They make Dan blush so hard that by the end of the lesson he often feels light-headed.

But it doesn’t matter in the slightest, because Phil is incredible at laughing it off, or swatting the jibes back at the kids with his effortlessly sharp wit.

“I’ve lost the board eraser,” Phil says one time to the Year Eight class. “Has anyone seen it?”

“Did you check Mr Howell’s pants, sir? Perhaps you dropped the eraser when you were in there earlier,” Shaima says, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Dan immediately splutters into his hand, scandalised - she’s only thirteen!

“Thank you, Shaima,” Phil answers, one eyebrow raised in warning. “I’m not sure it would be entirely appropriate to reach into my TA’s pants right now, but perhaps I’ll check later.”

Shaima pulls a face at this, which seems to have been Phil’s desired effect, if his responding smirk is anything to go by.

“In the meantime, perhaps you could spend a little less time trying to embarrass your teachers, and a instead focus on the relationships of the Tudor family.” Phil says with a harder tone. Shaima nods, a little guilty. “Don’t worry, their lives were far more sordid and gossip-worthy back then than mine and Mr Howell’s boring plans to cuddle on my sofa later and watch Adventure Time.”

Dan is incredibly happy. Despite wanting much the opposite, Dan resists the urge to go round Phil’s house after school for the remainder of the week. He feels a little like he might be straining Phil’s hospitality, and that he’s just too polite to say.

Besides, Teddy and Tyler have been insufferable in their complaints about him not spending any time with them anymore. To rectify this, he reluctantly agrees to a house night out to the pub on Friday, just the three of them.

Unfortunately, they run into their friends down at The Cat & Bear, including Stephanie, who is her usual glowery self. This time however, it doesn’t bother Dan in the same way. He spends much of the evening texting Phil as he nurses his single pint of beer. Teddy and Tyler drink more than enough for him, anyway.

Before she leaves, Stephanie snaps her fingers in front of Dan’s face, looking annoyed. “Hey, rude much? You’ve been staring at your phone all evening, Dan. What, are we not entertaining enough for you tonight?”

“Oh, we have to let him off, Steph,” Teddy says, thankfully, before Dan can scrounge up a response. Teddy slings an arm around Dan’s shoulder. “He’s found a new squeeze.”

“Ooh, let me tell Phil we say hi!” Tyler exclaims, making grabby hands for Dan’s phone; luckily, being more or less sober, Dan manages to whip it out of his reach.

“I got it,” Dan assures him, tapping out a quick text to this effect.

“Um, Phil?” Stephanie repeats, her voice shrill and high. “As in… Philip? A boy?”

“Oh, gosh honey no,” Tyler says, placing a condescending hand on her forearm. “Phil Lester is a man.”

Dan can’t help the splutter that comes out of his mouth; Stephanie just purses her lips, stands up and excuses herself from the table. Dan doesn’t see her again for the rest of the night.

“I always got the sense she might’ve been a bit homophobic,” Tyler says, wrinkling his nose. “Not overtly, but I could tell what she thought about us. Living in sin, as we are.”

“Yeah she told me bisexuality wasn’t real when I came out to her,” Dan shrugs, making the others blink in surprise. “I don’t actually think she’s a very nice person, come to think of it.”

His phone buzzes, and Tyler grabs hold of it at once.

“Ty, no! Give it back,” Dan cries, leaning over Teddy’s lap in an attempt to grab it.

Tyler just laughs, holding it out of reach. He clicks the text message that came through.

“From Phil - tell Tweedledum and Tweedledee I say hi back,” Tyler reads, then sucks in a scandalised gasp. “Wow, Phil. That is just uncalled for.”

Dan sniggers behind his hand, privately appreciating that joke.

“If we are any characters from Alice in Wonderland we are the Queen of Hearts and the... big dragon-y thing,” Teddy says, sounding indignant.

“Oh, yes, Helena Bonham Carter slays,” Tyler agrees. “I could totally see myself as her.”

Teddy places a hand on Tyler’s arm. “Oh, honey no, I meant you’d be the Jabberwocky.”

“As if I’d-”

The phone buzzes a second time, and Dan lunges for it, but misses. Tyler’s reflexes are surprisingly fast considering his level of inebriation.

“Phil again,” Tyler announces, gleeful. “He says, ‘glad you’re having fun, chaton, but i miss you and…’” Tyler’s eyes bulge, and he lets out a shocked little laugh. “Oh my. Well, that’s a little more risqué than I’d expect from a secondary school teacher.”

“Oh my God, give me my phone back,” Dan says, mortified. “I hate you so much.”

“What does it say?” Teddy asks eagerly, his eyes shining. Tyler tilts the phone for him to see, and Teddy descends into a fit of laughter. “Oh wow, you are one lucky boy, Daniel.”

“And he’s indulging your furry kink I see, chaton,” Tyler adds, laughing.

This time, when Dan snatches for the phone, he manages to get ahold of it. He reads the message Phil sent him, flushing deeply, and pockets his phone again. He tries to ignore the laughter from the others, but ultimately can’t stand it.

“That’s it, I’m getting pissed,” Dan declares, standing to head for the bar.

Phil r u ok? u havent texted back for a while

Dan yesh

Dan am drunk tho

Dan fdl;’’;f,;

Dan sory spelling is hard

Phil lol i thought you were only gonna have one beer?

Dan me too

Dan cant b sober around T & T

Phil i understand

Phil are u alright? are you still at the pub?

Dan no im in bed now

Dan wish u were here

Dan bed is waaaaay better with u

Phil haha i completely agree

Dan stpehanie was at the pub >:(

Dan she was mean and rude

Dan Teddy told her bout u and she was rly jel

Dan cos ur so awesome and hot

Phil hahahahaha. oh god. i hope Teddy described me a bit better than that.

Dan she stormed off it was gr8

Dan Tyler read out tht dirty message u sent me

Phil omg hahahaha

Phil i would say im sorry but its just hilarious

Dan h8 u

Dan miss u tho

Dan come here i want to be cuddled

Dan … or we could do those things u said in ur text

Dan not fussed

Phil wish i was there tbh

Phil get some sleep cheri xxx

Phil i’ll see you very soon <3

Dan sighhhh. kk. night night <3

Phil xxx

When Dan wakes up on Saturday morning, his head is pounding and he can taste nothing but an ashy, bitter residue coating his dry tongue. He groans into his pillow, trying to will himself back into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness.

He’s there, face buried in the pillow, for around ten minutes, when all of a sudden his door creaks open.

“Ugh, Tyler, Teddy, get out, it is entirely your fault that I currently feel like death,” Dan groans at the general room. “I do not feel like a chinwag right now.”

“Shame,” a voice decidedly not belonging to either of his flatmates, says from afar. “Guess I’ll just leave then.”

Dan turns around so fast that the room lurches, and he swallows a wash of bile threatening to spill out of his mouth. Phil lurks by the door, a large pizza box under one arm, smiling at him.

“Are you a mirage?” Dan asks him, uncomprehending. “How- who let you in?”

“A very grumpy looking Teddy,” Phil replies, sauntering over to the bed. “I tried to ask him how he was feeling but he just sort of grunted at me and shooed me towards your room.”

Phil places the pizza box down on Dan’s bedside table, shucks off his shoes and jacket, and crawls under the covers beside him. He scoops Dan into his arms, pulling him against his chest, making him sigh. This could be Heaven, Dan thinks. He smells vaguely of pizza, and he’s warm and soft.

“How’re you feeling?”

Phil presses a gentle kiss to the top of his head. Dan just groans in response, shaking his head to and fro.

Phil chuckles. “Too hungover for pizza and cuddles?”

“Never,” Dan replies immediately, tilting his face up to be kissed. Shockingly, Phil does kiss him, despite the fact Dan is sure he looks absolutely dreadful - not to mention the taste of his sour breath. “You’re too good to be true.”

Phil smiles warmly, and kisses him again. “True. I’m an amazing boyfriend. Now sit up and eat your pizza.”

The next few hours are spent in a wonderful, indulgent cocoon of bed, Netflix, pizza and lazy, sloppy making out. They get crumbs in Dan’s sheets, and their eyes begin to hurt from how many episodes of Buffy they get through, but it’s perfect in every way. Dan can’t remember a Saturday he’s enjoyed more than this for a long time.

“Have you thought about what you might do with your compensation payout yet?” Phil asks, nibbling on a leftover piece of pizza crust.

Dan sighs, remembering it. They were paid yesterday, a reasonable sum just as PJ promised, but Dan has a whole mountain-load of debts trailing after him, so he can’t enjoy it for long. It will be nice to take some of the pressure off his financial status, though.

“Oh, rent, student loan repayments, bills… the choice is simply overwhelming.”

Phil laughs sympathetically, snaking an arm around his shoulders. “Sorry, gorgeous.”

“What about you?” Dan asks, genuinely curious. He hadn’t really considered until now what Phil might want to invest in.

“Oh, I’ve spent mine,” Phil tells him.

Dan blinks. “Already?”

“Yep,” Phil replies with a smile. “I bought some tickets.”

“Wow,” Dan says. “Expensive tickets. What for?”

“Yeah, well. The Eurostar is expensive. Especially if you travel first class.”

Hungover and throbbing as it is, Dan’s brain takes a little while to catch up. “The Eurostar? Where are you going?”

“Paris,” Phil says, smirking. There’s a knowing glisten in his eye; Dan watches it with suspicion. “And not just me. You too.”

“What?”

“I booked us a weekend in Paris,” Phil says, grinning. “Not yet. For Valentine’s Day. I know it’s a couple of months away, but I thought it’s best to think ahead because I know I’ll want to spoil you, and-”

Dan leaps on him, their mouths connecting with such force that he thinks it’ll probably bruise them both, but he doesn’t care. He peppers Phil’s face with kisses, his face creasing with embarrassed laughter. Dan whispers his exclamations of utter, ecstatic joy, telling Phil he’s amazing and perfect and that Dan is, quite literally, the luckiest person in the entire universe.

“Dan, Dan, it’s okay, I mean it’s not that big of a- oh, shit, o-kay-”

He stops his protestation in favour of gasping out a few more curse words then, mostly because Dan’s hand is currently inserting itself into the front of his pants.

Things accelerate rather quickly after that. Their clothes can’t be removed fast enough, and Phil seems particularly handsy today, which doesn’t help. To his credit, he works swiftly with the lube, locating it without being prompted in Dan’s bedside drawer, and working Dan open on his fingers with the practiced efficiency of a skilled artist.

Dan, for his part, just moans and gasps, clinging onto Phil in numerous ways, hands twisting into his hair, or skimming over his bare back, down to his hip so he can trace the faint bump of his tattoo.

As Phil pushes into him, Dan feels his body splitting apart, exploding into the billions of stars that scatter across the galaxy. He feels the rough, hot drag of Phil against his internal muscles, pressed in so deeply, so tightly, that it feels almost impossible to believe.

He hears his name on Phil’s lips as he comes, followed by the warm, pleasant rush of liquid shooting into his body, making his heart stutter. Phil’s hand gets him the rest of the way, along with the never-ending kisses pressed to his lips and neck.

When it’s over, and they’re laying, breathless and spent, on the mattress, Dan shuts his eyes, and sends a silent prayer. He’s not a religious person, but he feels he needs to cement this moment.

“What’re you muttering?” Phil asks.

“Just praying to Jesus, or Allah, or Buddha, or whoever else is up there that you never, ever leave me, and that I can stay this happy, with you, forever.”

“Dan,” Phil says, sounding a little choked. “That’s… Of course I won’t leave you. I…” he pauses, chewing his lip, conflicted. “I won’t leave you.”

As he decides what he wants to say, Dan’s heart speeds into overdrive. Butterflies, moths, dragonflies... they all burst into sudden, vivacious life in his pizza-filled stomach. He rolls onto his side to face Phil.

“I’ve been learning some more French,” Dan tells him slowly.

His heart is practically humming. He reaches for Phil’s hand and laces their fingers together.

“You have?” Phil asks, clearly unsure. “What have you learnt?”

Dan quirks a smile, then broadens it, knowing of Phil’s penchance for his dimple. Sure enough, Phil’s gaze falls to the place on his cheek that Dan knows it to be, a look of fondness passing over his expression.

Dan leans forwards, so their mouths brush, just slightly. “Je t’aime.”

The reaction is instant. Phil stops breathing, Dan is sure of it. His chest stops inflating beneath Dan’s hands, and Dan can no longer feel the soft puffs of air against his mouth. Phil leans away just a little, enough that he can focus on Dan without going cross-eyed.

“Dan, do you… do you know what you just-”

“Oui,” Dan says. “Je t’aime, Phil.”

There’s a tremor in Phil’s lower lip, and his eyes glisten. Alarmed, Dan wonders if perhaps it’s too much, too soon, and he should never have-

Then Phil kisses him, hard and full of emotion, hands bracing his head. Dan falls into it happily, not surprised to feel the slight damp of Phil’s cheek, but a little more so to discover the ripple of goosebumps up and down the warm skin of his arms.

“I love you too, Dan,” Phil says against his mouth, smiling. “I love you very much. It feels a bit like I always have.”

A relieved, exalted grin pushes the dimples back into Dan’s cheeks, and he wraps himself in Phil once again, bathing in the sunlight of those glossy, shimmering words.

Paris, Dan muses as the tangy, sweet, familiar flavour of Phil’s essence floods his tastebuds, isn’t necessarily a place. Paris can be found in the tunnelling, azure eyes of your favourite person. It can be discovered lurking, vivacious and dazzling, beneath the wide, strong caress of a lover in the dead of night. It is, for Dan, a feeling, an emotion, a state of mind. It’s the glow of his heart when Phil smiles across the classroom. It’s the vibration of his soft hum as he bakes in his pretty kitchen.

Paris, in Dan’s mind, is a low, rumbling surety of Phil’s love and adoration. It’s a reminder, every passing second, every breath Dan takes, that true love is a best friend, a partner, a home.

Fin.

#l'histoire française #phan #phan teacher au #teacher au #the end!#thank you all so much for reading!!!!!

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Licence to Kill (1989)

Today Drew is forced to watch and recap 1989’s Licence to Kill, the sixteenth James Bond adventure. Bond’s goin’ rogue, baby! When a drug lord almost kills his good friend Felix Leiter, Bond takes it personally and sets out to get revenge. Will Bond need to dig two graves before setting off on this quest for vengeance?

Keep reading to find out…

Eli, it was so great to hear how much you enjoyed both parts of “Seems Like Old Times”! I agree that it was wonderful to see Dorothy again, and I’m really glad this was a positive experience for you. I’m also glad that we had some real talk about James Bond Jr., because you really saved me from falling into a rabbit hole. I had some big ambitions about tackling the whole series, but after watching those first ten episode I had the wind taken out of my sails in a major way. I love some cheesy cartoons as much as the next guy, but the idea of covering all 60 or so episodes of that show made me dread making a new post every time I thought about it. I feel like a bit of a failure for not being able to power through the whole series, but you giving me permission to abandon that little side project took a lot of weight off my shoulders. Now I’m ready to finish off the rest of the Bond movies, so let’s get to it!

Buttocks tight!

Screenplay by Michael G. Wilson & Richard Maibaum, film directed by John Glen

Bond and his good friend Felix Leiter (David Hedison) (I can’t believe we’re getting two movies in a row with Leiter in it, and this Leiter even looks a bit familiar!) are on their way to Leiter’s wedding (I wonder how Gordo will feel about his new stepmom?) when they’re snatched up by some dorks from the DEA. Turns out Leiter has moved on from the CIA and taken up a post at the DEA, and now his new friends want his help in rounding up a drug lord and all around loony Frank Sanchez (Robert Davi). Leiter only lets Bond come along as an observer, but this is Bond so naturally he’s got to get involved and also make the moves on Sanchez’s shaken and abused girlfriend Lupe (Talisa Soto). We get a brief aerial chase and we see Bond grapple down to hook Sanchez’s plane to the DEA helicopter, and with the drug lord successfully snagged Leiter and Bond are both able to parachute down to the wedding. We get a genuinely funny sight gag of some kids lifting up Leiter and Bond’s parachutes like they’re trains on wedding dresses and then we jump right into this movie’s title sequence.

Miss Gladys Knight herself belts out “Licence to Kill”, which is a solid bop, as we get some shots letting us know that a casino is going to be involved in this plot somehow. Were you worried that we wouldn’t get some silhouettes of naked ladies dancing around? Well rest easy, because the ladies are back and the same as ever.

To just about everyone’s shock, the bit we saw before the title sequence wasn’t inconsequential to the actual plot of the movie and we rejoin Sanchez as he’s being interrogated by DEA officers. Sanchez tries to bribe his way to freedom, but it seems Officer Killifer (Everett McGill), who shares a name with my sexy teen serial killer OC, can’t be bought. We jump back to that whole wedding thing, and Bond and Della (Priscilla Barnes), Leiter’s new bride, share several kisses because that’s the kind of friend to Leiter that Bond is. Bond goes to Leiter’s office and finds him talking shop with Pam Bouvier (Carey Lowell). Bond chides Leiter for working while there’s a part going outside, but Leiter’s a real dweeb and would rather talk about Sanchez than get wasted at his own reception. Killifer shows up because I guess this is more important than cracking Sanchez, and that reminds me that I really need to get to work on finishing the ending for Killifer Krisch and the Case of Maul Madness (in which Killifer visits her local mall and gets into a competition with her rival Tuffany to see who can kill the most people before closing time). Killifer leaves immediately because everything he came to tell Leiter could have been said via a telephone call and Leiter goes out to finally cut the cake.

Killifer teleports back to the DEA so he can help transport Sanchez to jail or wherever, only it seems our beloved Killifer was not as innocent as he seemed (a similarly shocking revelation took place in Killifer Krisch and the Christmas Eve-il, in which Killifer reveals to her friends Tanja and Briff that it was, in fact, she who mutilated that Salvation Army Santa) as he immediately crashes Sanchez’s transport into the ocean and has a team of scuba diving friends of his scoop the drug lord up and doggy paddle him to safety. Bond is finally leaving Leiter and Della so they can get on with their honeymoon, and Della inadvertently stirs up some bad memories by tossing Bond her garter and pointing out the gross belief that a man who catches a bride’s garter will be the next one to be married. After Bond leaves Leiter lets Della in on the whole Tracy situation which I’d honestly kind of forgotten about at this point.

Leiter and Della prepare to leave, but they’re ambushed by Sanchez’s men. Sanchez’s henchman Milton Krest (Anthony Zerbe) wants to kill Killifer and make a break for it (a similar almost-double cross took place in Killifer Krisch and the Game of Truth or Die, in which Killifer’s friend Clairna attempts to sell Killifer out in order to survive the deadly sleepover they find themselves trapped at), but Sanchez is a man of his word and won’t leave without paying Killifer the money he’s owed. Sanchez’s personal henchman Dario (Benicio del Toro in the roll no one saw coming) lets him know Leiter has arrived and Sanchez goes to greet his friend from the DEA. Della is nowhere to be seen, and Dario implies that she’s been raped and killed. Sanchez arranges for Leiter to be eaten by a shark, and we see his leg ripped off. These movies sure are fun!

Bond’s at the airport and about to leave when he finds out about Sanchez’s escape. He arrives at Leiter’s bungalow and finds Della’s dead body waiting for him. He finds Leiter horribly mangled and barely alive. Leiter’s friend Sharkey calls and Bond tells him to get help for Leiter. Leiter’s in the hospital and Sharkey’s spirit bond with his namesake lets him know that it was a shark that got Leiter. A DEA agent arrives and says their case on Sanchez is somehow caput since Sanchez had all of Leiter’s notes destroyed, but Bond says he and Sharkey will take care of this themselves. Sharkey takes Bond to Krest’s aquarium and Bond knows Killifer is lurking around. That night Bond and Sharkey (by which I mean just Bond) break into the aquarium after almost getting attacked by an inflatable shark pool toy.

Bond finds drugs hidden in some maggots that were being fed to fish, then locks a guard in the maggot pit so he can be eaten alive (a similarly gruesome death took place in Killifer Krisch and the MRSA-cre of St. Joseph Hospital, which won both a Bram Stoker Award and a Hugo). Another guard starts shooting at Bond, which results in some tanks getting smashed and some fish who ain’t never done nothin’ to nobody dying. Bond kills the guard by yanking him into a tank with an electric eel and electrocuting him, because why not get goofy from time to time? Killifer arrives and holds Bond at gunpoint and prepares to feed him to the shark that bit off most of Leiter. Sharkey manages to pop up like a whack-a-mole and knock Killifer off balance, and Bond seals the deal by tossing Bond into the tank where he’s chowed down on by the shark. I haven’t been this shocked by a character’s early death since Tuffany got killed off in Killifer Krisch and the Battle for the Gore-eria! The DEA is unhappy about Bond taking matters into his own hands, and Bond is taken to see M and his army of cats.

M tells Bond to drop the Leiter vendetta, so Bond quits. As we all know, Bond absolutely loves revenge and doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with it at all. M revokes Bond’s license to kill and demands him to turn over his weapon, but instead he beats up M’s goons and flees. Aw, shit, y’all, Bond’s gone rogue! We get a disgusting scene with Krest gearing up to rape Lupe on a boat when he’s interrupted by some goon telling him their sonar is picking up something moving toward them. Krest says it’s just a manta ray, but it’s actually Bond in a manta ray fursuit. Bond manages to infiltrate Krest’s ship and finds more drogas stashed onboard. He holds a knife to Lupe’s throat and makes her lie to Krest when he comes to ask her if she saw anyone sneak aboard. Bond sees that Sharkey’s been killed by Krest’s men, and now he’s feeling like going roguer than rogue. He kills the guy that killed Sharkey with a harpoon and steals the man’s scuba gear as Krest tries to get a drug deal over with. Bond foils the deal by tearing open the bags of drugs underwater before they can get back to Krest (and presumably gets a bunch of fish high af in the process) and then after some waterskiing antics manages to get onto the plane that delivered the drugs, kill the two men onboard and fly away with about five mil.

Bond heads back to Leiter’s house and finds a disk that Sanchez’s men missed. It holds a list of informants, and the only one on the list who isn’t dead is Pam Bouvier. Bouvier had a meeting scheduled with Leiter, and Bond goes in his place. Bond barely has time to sit down before Dario arrives and joins them at their table. Bouvier plans ahead and has had a shotgun in her lap this whole time, which makes Bond’s pistol look a little inadequate. How’d she get into the bar carrying a shotgun, one might ask? Who cares! A barfight breaks out and Bouvier shoots a hole in the wall so Bond can shimmy out into a speedboat. Dario shoots Bouvier in the back as she joins Bond, but she’s wearing a bullet proof vest under her tank top. Bond condescends to Bouvier about almost getting herself killed, and she correctly points out that she saved his life back there. If there’s one thing Bong hates it’s a capable woman who doesn’t need him to save her, so he’s pretty miffed. The boat runs out of gas and Bond tells Bouvier that he’s going after Sanchez. Bouvier was an Army pilot, so he hires her to fly him into Sanchez’s compound. The two haggle over money and then have sex for no damn reason (a similarly unnecessary sex scene took place in Killifer Krisch’s Fifty Shades of Gray Matter, but in my defense the whole Fifty Shades thing was in full swing at the time and my publisher was really breathing down my dick to get something hot on the market).

Back in MI6, M chides Moneypenny for making typos or something and Moneypenny puts in a call to Q Branch. Bond and Bouvier arrive in Isthmus. Bond wants Bouvier to split now that she’s flown him in, but she insists on staying and getting revenge on Sanchez. Bond deposits the stolen drug money in a bank owned by Sanchez, and later he and Bouvier visit a casino also owned by Sanchez. I knew a casino was going to turn up sooner or later, but then again casinos have been on my mind ever since I finished Killifer Krisch and the Game of Texas Stab’em, in which Killifer, Briff and Tanja visit Las Vegas only to find themselves playing for their lives as the stakes get higher and higher. Anyway, Sanchez is busy being creepy with Lupe and smooching his pet iguana when he’s informed that Bond is betting a ton of money in the casino.

Sanchez sends Lupe in to take over as Bond’s dealer. Lupe recognizes Bond, and she tells him it would be best for him if he left. Bond demands that Lupe take him to Sanchez, and he ignores her protests and drags her into an elevator while Bouvier gets drunk at the bar. Bond is allowed to meet with Sanchez and tries to get himself hired as an assassin. Bond is sent away and he and Bouvier return to the hotel, where Bond is informed that his uncle is waiting for him. Turns out his uncle is none other than Q, who tells him he’s here at Moneypenny’s request. Q has all sorts of gadgets, including a Polaroid which fires a laser and takes X-ray images of both people and pictures of people.

Q poses as Bond’s chauffer and Bond leaves Bouvier at the bar once again as he poses as a waiter to get close to Sanchez. Sanchez is meeting with an international conglomerate of drug dealers, and one of them, Kwang (Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa), insists on being shown to Sanchez’s drug production facility. Bond plans to use some Q Branch explosive toothpaste to break Sanchez’s bulletproof office windows. Bond tells Q to get lost prepares to snipe Sanchez after blowing the windows. He spots Bouvier seemingly making a deal with one of Sanchez’s men and panics. He blows the windows, but before he can take the shot he’s ambushed by two masked martial artists who knock him out and drag him to a cabin in the woods. Turns out they work for Kwang, who’s a member of the Hong Kong Police here to infiltrate Sanchez’s business. They’re joined by Fallon, an MI6 agent sent to arrest Bond.

Fallon and Kwang prepare to knock out Bond so he can be taken back to London, but Sanchez’s men have followed them and fire on the shack with a gotdamn tank. Kwang, his sidekicks and Fallon are all killed while just trying to do their jobs, but Bond survives. Bond wakes up in the heart of Sanchez’s base, and Bond says Kwang and Fallon were trying to arrest him for being an assassin or whatever. Sanchez assumes they were responsible for his windows being exploded last night, and he sends Bond and Lupe off for a tour. Lupe tells Bond he should stay put, but then she helps him escape by distracting some guards long enough for him to sneak onto a speedboat. Q and Bouvier are just chilling at the hotel when Bond bursts in, tosses Bouvier onto the bed, climbs on top of her and shoves a gun in her face while asking if she’s working for Sanchez. Bouvier explains she was trying to set up a sting in Sanchez’s office, and Bond blew all that to hell by being the big dummy he is.

Bond makes a plan involving Bouvier, Lupe and Q. He withdraws all of his money from bank and then his crack team infiltrates Krest’s ship and frames Krest for the theft of the drug money by planting the money on the ship. The money is found and Sanchez kills Krest by locking him in a decompression chamber and ramping up the pressure. Bond tells Bouvier and Q to get lost for the hundredth time and goes off on his own to get back to Sanchez’s compound before Sanchez notices he’s missing. Now that Krest is gone there’s an opening in Sanchez’s inner circle, so he invites Bond in. After Sanchez leaves Lupe lets herself in and she and Bond have sex. The next day Lupe goes to Bouvier and Q and tells them Bond needs to get the heck out of there, which is surprising to Bouvier as she assumed Bond had left the country. Lupe lets slip that she and Bond banged one out last night, and I haven’t seen a character feel so betrayed since Killifer discovered the truth behind Briff’s parentage in Killifer Krisch and the Die-NA Test of Doom.

Bouvier is pissed that Bond slept with another woman, because she’s a normal human being and that’s how you feel about that sort of thing. Q tells her that’s just how it is on this bitch of an Earth, and they plan to help Bond. Bond is taken to Sanchez drug lab, and Bond barely escapes being recognized by Dario. Bouvier plane is being worked on, so she has to hitchhike to the religious compound façade located over Sanchez’s lab. Bouvier tricks the fake cult leader working as Sanchez’s middleman into letting her tour the facility, while in the lab the process of smuggling cocaine out by dissolving it in gasoline is explained. I have seen science this faulty since Killifer went on vacation to Transylvania and wound up in a game of cat-and-mouse with a mad scientist in Killifer Krisch and the Clones of Dr. Funkenstein!

Bouvier pulls a gun on the fake cult leader and locks him up. Dario recognizes Bond, so Bond causes a distraction by lighting the lab on fire and making a break for it. He gets caught by Dario and Dario tells Sanchez Bond is an informant and Bond gets strapped to a conveyer belt headed for an in industrial shredder. Bouvier manages to sneak into the facility as it’s headed toward meltdown and shoots Dario before he can knock Bond down into the shredder. Bond tugs Dario down into the shredder instead, and we get a shot of Dario’s legs being torn apart that would make the biggest Killifer Krisch fan blush. Bouvier saves Bond for the hundredth time and the two barely escape the facility before it bows. Bouvier steals a golf cart so she and Bond can pursue Sanchez at break-neck speed. They make it to a plane Bouvier stole earlier and Bond hijacks Sanchez’s tanker full of cocaína-flavored gasoline.

Bond uses his tanker to crash a different tanker, which then gets accidentally blown up by one of Sanchez’s men with a rocket launcher. I haven’t come across vehicular mayhem like this since Killifer snuck into a monster truck derby in Killifer Krisch: Fury Road! Bond’s tanker gets its tires blown out, but luckily Bouvier arrives to spray Sanchez’s men with a cloud of Roundup. Bond’s tanker falls off a cliff, crashing into a bunch of other tankers and causing them all to blow up. Sanchez drives off in the last remaining tanker with Bond in hot pursuit. Bond puts his truck on cruise control and manages to climb onto Sanchez’s tanker. Bond turns on the tanker’s spout, causing all of the cocaine gas to spill out. Sanchez blows a hole in Bouvier’s plane’s tail with a rocket launcher, and she has to make an emergency landing. I haven’t experienced aerial drama like this since Killifer had to fight for her life against a talking bear while visiting the seaside town of Cape Suzette in Killifer Krisch: TaleSpin!

Bond and Sanchez fight while the tanker drives off a cliff. Both men are badly injured, but Sanchez gets to his feet and prepares to kill Bond with a machete. Bond stalls long enough to get a lighter that Leiter and Della gave him after their wedding (that’s right, the married couple gave this dude a gift at their wedding!) and uses it set the gasoline-soaked Sanchez ablaze. We watch a man roast alive for a minute or so while Bond scurries away and the burning Sanchez causes the last tanker to explode. Bouvier arrives in yet another truck and she drives Bond to safety.

Bond calls the one-legged Leiter, who’s conscious now I guess, and Leiter seems to be completely done grieving for his one-day bride. Bond and Leiter both presumably bond over both having wives who didn’t survive long enough for them to reach their honeymoons, then Leiter lets Bond know M has a job for him. Bond’s not interested and hangs up on his mutilated friend. There’s a big party at Sanchez’s house and Lupe puts the moves on Bond. Bond tells her to go jump off a cliff and jumps into a pool near Bouvier. He pulls Bouvier into the pool, ruining her gown, while Lupe, Lupe’s new man who’s the president or something and Q look on. Bond and Bouvier screw in the pool while an apparently sentient fish statue watches them.

The End

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Phew, that was exhausting! Jumping from people getting limbs ripped off by sharks, torn to pieces by a shredder or roasting alive to goofy truck stunts practically gave me whiplash! I really liked Bouvier, but I wish Bond hadn’t been such a dick to her. It was fun to see so much of Q in this movie, but I wish he’d actually had a reason for being there. I know Bond going rogue is a pretty common thing nowadays, but I think this was the first time that happened so that was fun. I think this movie took itself way too seriously most of the time, and it made up for its own lack of dramatic tension with an excess of explosions and goofy stunts. Giving Bond a personal motive for going after a villain is an interesting idea, but making Sanchez a glorified drug dealer makes him seem kind of lame compared to villains who wanted to start a nuclear war or flood the planet. The treatment of Della was completely disgusting and unnecessary, and it set a pretty gross tone that never quite went away.

Overall, I give Licence to Kill QQ½ on the Five Q Scale.

Up next Eli will be covering the next two episodes of The Golden Palace, “Just a Gigolo” and “Marriage on the Rocks, with a Twist”, and after that I’ll check back in with my recap of the next James Bond romp, GoldenEye.

Until then, as always, thank you for reading, thank you for exploding and thank you for being One of Us!

#james bond #One of us #007

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thedappleddragon · 4 years ago

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Day 134 (Saturday July 25th)

Whoops I’ve gone almost a week without an entry let’s go

I gave my sister her birthday present of a bunch of glowing paper stars on a string, and she thought it was really sweet. I got up earlier than I wanted so my dad could take me and my sister to look at buying a new phone for her. We didn’t end up buying it, so we drove around for something I don’t remember until my dad dropped me off to a friend’s open house. The open house was fun. It was at the same location as another one I had been to recently. We had been having so many open houses that we were running out of things to talk about lol. I had a good time, but I accidentally stayed a lot longer than I intended. Near the end I got tired and was on my phone half listening to the conversation until the other friend left and I listened to Katie talk about a Minecraft role play series she was super into until my mom picked me up. We drove around for a while, picked up my sisters birthday card from our grandparents, and went to the phone store to buy the phone dad was looking at earlier. We waited in there for an HOUR AND A HALF because the girl behind the counter didn’t really know what she was doing. When it was bought and set up, I thought we would stop by home, but instead we drove around for reasons I don’t remember and went straight to Roman’s birthday party. My phone died and we got lost, but we eventually made it. I gave them the $25 amazon gift card I had gotten at the open house iyrssjristsiry. They weren’t out to their parents yet, and hearing their dead name was really jarring so I just didn’t refer to them by name at all, not wanting to deadname or out them. Other than that party was really nice! We sat around a fire and talked bout everything and anything. We bonded over men being scary and also hot. One friend talked a lot about her ex and her crush, and we all talked about how shitty her ex was. At one point when we were all getting pizza, the dog stole my entire goddamn slice off my plate lmao. When my dad came to pick me up and asked who the party was for, he asked weither my friend was a guy or a girl. I explained what non-binary meant, and he was super chill about it!!! He did say it was dumb or anything. He just went “well there’s another new thing I learned today.” Like!!!!! I didn’t know my dad was cool!! Wow. That cheered me up a lot. When we got home, we sang happy birthday and had some cookie cake before Emily left to Michigan for a week.

Day 135 (Sunday July 26th)

The only thing I could think about that day was making a fursuit. That’s the only thing that was happening in my brain for like all of today and the next day. I started to do some laundry until I realized we were out of soap. I went with my mom to Walmart, and while she did curbside pickup I went in the store to get soap. While we drove to pick up food, I played a game with my friends where we all assigned each other colors to match our ~soul.~ I left my phone in the car, so I made paper cranes out of the Walmart receipt instead. I watched some tutorials on how to dye fur, because all I have is white, but I ended up not doing that. I decided FUCK IT and cut a chunk out of a memory foam slab bed insert thing and got to work. I didn’t take like ANY WIP photos so I have no clue how far I got. I just kept going until I got too tired.

Day 136 (Monday July 27th)

I spent all day either working or laying outside in the hammock. I found a frog!! I got really happy because I never see frogs or snails, even though I love both of them.

It jumped off of the seat where I didn’t even see it into the folds of the broken umbrella. I laid outside watching my cat, and I even got her to lay on my lap while I sat in the hammock for a little bit. Then it started to rain, so we went inside. By the end of the day, I had completely finished both paws. I was super proud of myself and I loved just wearing them for no reason. I still do!! I would wear them all the time if they worked on my phone screen lol. They’re obviously not perfect, but I love them. 💕

I made a video and of me wearing them and collapsing from cute and sent it to my friends the next day.

Day 137 (Tuesday July 28th)

I spent my day watching tutorial after tutorial after TUTORIAL about how to make fursuit heads. I couldn’t think about anything else. I also spent a lot of time outside in my hammock again. I spent most of my day trying to decide whether or not to give it a try. Late in the afternoon I said fuck it and cut out another chunk of foam from the sheet in the garage. I spent hours working on it, and I knew from pretty early on that it wouldn’t be usable. The foam I was using was wayyyyyy too soft and floppy (hehe ew). I decided to keep going, just to use the foam I had already cut and use it as practice to get the shapes right. I also spent some time shopping for fursuit supplies, but not actually buying anything. I played animal crossing for a while after a couple days of not playing.

Day 138 (Wednesday July 29th)

I spent some more time working on the head base, adding cheeks and eyebrows, but ultimately decided to offer it for sale on furry amino for cheap. I haven’t gotten any offers yet almost 12 hours later, so I think I’ll either wait longer or try selling it somewhere else. I went outside with my cat and got her to lay on me while I lightly swung on the hammock, and it was really nice. She was being super snuggly and rubbing her face on my and on my face and on the ropes of the hammock. I made myself some pasta and hung out for a while. I did some laundry and changed into some real clothes for the first time in a few days, which felt nice. I showed my dad my fursuit paws, which I had been referring to as a secret project to him for a few days. He was really impressed! He pointed to the head I had wrapped in plastic grocery bags, asking if it was the headpiece. I explained that it wouldn’t be usable because I was using the wrong foam, and he said he would buy me the right kind of foam within a few days. I really appreciate how supportive he is about it. I haven’t told my mom about it yet. She’s poked fun at me before about making a “furry suit” and occasionally pokes fun at my interest in the fandom. It doesn’t upset me, it more joking than actually making fun. I laugh it off like the idea is dumb, why would I go to a convention or make a suit. I would totally show her, I just don’t know if she would be super impressed or if it would make her poke more fun. Idk, I’ll bring it up eventually. But I was sutting in my room thinking about making fursuits. I had an itch to get back to snipping foam and making stuff, so I decided to make another pair of paws for my characer Egg. I think I’ll name the dog suit Peppermint, since it’ll be a red and white color scheme. These are my plans for each character. I’m not sure if Egg should have pink mouth bits or yellow mouth bits.

I plan on using the kloofsuits headbase patterns, just because it’s seems like an easy way to make sure my first suit turns out looking ok. I think it’s funny how I’ve only make 1 pair of paws and half a headbase and yet i already have plans for multiple full partials lmao. Actually I’ve already started on Egg’s paws, and I probably would have gotten further if it weren’t for a random hesitation (idk if that’s the right word) to get out the fur/fleece. I tried a slightly different method for these paws. For the first ones, I had a little layer of foam over the back of the hand, and it was all one piece. This time, it’s all still cut from the same chunk of foam, but I separated the fingers and there’s no backhand foam layer. They also fit differently, since I sewed the lining closer to the edge and it’s not at tight. If I really need to, I could rip the foam off and re-sew it, but I’m going to continue and see if I actually need to or not. I’m also exited to try a different, cleaner way of attatching the paw pads this time, since the first pair had slightly messy blanket stitching.

Anyway yeah. All I’ve been doing for the past few days is either making fursuit parts or think about making fursuit parts or watch fursuit YouTube tutorials. I’ve gone back to that one phase I had in middle school where I was OBSESSED with getting a fursuit. I want to make a tail and maybe feetpaws too, I’m so exited about everything. Sorry this blog is now a pro awoo zone, NO fine.

ALSO the entire time I was working on fursuit things, I had MBMBAM on in the background. I’ve been listening to the entire podcast starting with episode 1 since before quarantine, I think. I realized while I was typing this out that i went through AT LEAST 35 EPISODES during that work time, probably closer to 40.

(Sorry for the long post!!)

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #corona diary #my art #my fursuit

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exotahu · 7 years ago

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The Bronycon 2017 big text post!

This is the longest thing I ever write but here is my of the 2017 Bronycon.

Lets get to it.

Thursday:

We met at Bill's house so we could travel down in two groups, since we had too many people to fit in one car. (8 of us, Me, Andrew, Justin and Ethan in one car, Kyle, Bill, Nick and Josh in another.) We managed to pretty much stay together and stopped at the same gas station together. It was the good-hot dog speedway. They only had two left and everyone looked at me like I was crazy for wanting gas station hot dogs. I ate those two and asked if they had any more. They totally did. I intended to eat a couple more but NOPE. Everybody else decided to try the gas station hotdogs and doubled up. Oh well, it was kinda funny. The next stop was Baltimore. There was crazy construction in the city, atleast around our hotel. Slowed us down a bit. Justin really had to use the bathroom, so he jumped out of the car in still traffic and went into a nearby subway rather than waiting until we got to the hotel. As soon as he did, traffic moved, like we thought it would. It was easy to direct him from there to the hotel though. They had the special keys, but there wasn't a wifi password this year. I'm a Marriott member so I got free wifi anyway though. We hung around for a bit and went to get our badges. Went pretty quick for us basic pass holders, only like 45 minutes. Not bad at all. Deposited our con things at the hotel. Went to Dick's Last Resort. Nick decided he wanted to arm wrestle me for some reason. I won. Of course the waiter saw this so he challenged me. I lost pretty quick, he was large. Might have been better had I not planted my elbow on the goddamn laminated menu, but what can you do? The funniest part was when he brought our drinks, he brought one. Left the others at the station thingy. I got up and got just mine. Then everyone else slowly did it. It was funny. Managed to place a Pokemon on the gym there too. Didn't last that long but was nice anyway. Then we went to Fells Point. Everybody went to a ramen shop but I decided to go to the bar trot early. I was the only one to actually sign up for it in our group. The original company running the bar trot apparently closed. I didn't know there wasn't to be one until a month before, and then I noticed a new company doing it but it was definitely very last minute for them. There were only two bars participating, neither of them being the admiral, which seemed kinda lame. However the Admiral, being awesome as it as, participated ANYWAY. They had the themed drink including the Great and Powerful Trixie. Drank a fuckton of it. They also had a Pinkie Pie and Applejack themed drink that I saw. Then the bartender made a Rainbow Dash drink by combining them all. It was fuckin' awesome. We then went to the Soundgarden because apparently it's just right there and back to the hotel for bed.

Friday:

I got up relatively early, think I actually got almost 8 hours of sleep. Decided to bring my bad Derpy cosplay. Product of a 3$ costume store clearance wing/ear/tail set and a shirt photo transfer. I actually went to opening ceremonies because A. I woke up for it on time, B. I didn't want to just book it to the vendor hall. It was neat, maybe I'll try to do opening ceremonies again. After that, I got to meet up with a group of people from a Scisetdaily (a really cute Sciset tumblr askblog thingy) discord server I joined, which was really cool. We hung out and ate some con food before we split off to do other things. I went to the vendor hall at this point and wandered. Bought one of the cool engraved lighters. It has Princess Luna on it. I also got some 4de plushies (Specifically Fluttershy and Trixie), a fantastic JoJo shirt and some a couple Cutie Corral plushies. Specifically the comic universe reverse world princesses. Apparently its their last year doing cons : (. Comics hadn't been set up yet so I held off on that. Then I bought an absolutely adorable Derpy playmat. Also I got to see something neat. The MyLittleTies booth had A VR demo for the occulus rift where you could wander around Ponyville. It was really cool, even though I had to take my glasses off I could still see well enough for it to be cool. And yes I totally want an occulus rift for this reason.... Sad my computer won't support it. It was sort of disorienting, but I'm sure if I used VR more, I'd get used to it. After this I went to the hotel and deposited my things and headed to the Fursuit photoshoot with a couple friends. Next was the CMC VA panel which was cool. I like the VA panels. I kinda just wandered around again after that before going back to the main hall. I was going to watch the comic creators panel, but the adjacent room had a tesla coil set up and i really wanted to watch them go. Ultimately ended up watching the tesla coils go cause I needed to charge my phone and that is where an outlet was. Caught the end of the comic panel though. I hate when two panels I want to see conflict. Ate some more con food and did a bunch of wandering. Went back to the hotel and switched to a normal shirt and prepped for bronypalooza. Hung out in the other room and played some splatoon2. Really wanted to see Vylet. His set was fuckin awesome. Other acts were really cool too. A lot more electronic music than usual for that early in the night. Then I did something different. Rather than stay at the palooza, I met up with everyone and went to the Anthology 6 panel. Fuckin hysterical. Everyone else went back to the hotel and I went back to the palooza to catch Silva Hound's set. Then went back to the hotel and went to sleep.

Saturday: Decided last minute to bring my Chrysalis cosplay. Ran into the guy I met at an Otakon a few years back, which was cool. I went to the vendor hall first. The comic booth had a box of variant covers for 5$ each. I dropped 60$ on comics. Then I found a Madoka playmat. I also got Bill to grab a movie playmat for me when they went to the vendor hall day 1. I got like 3 mats. I mostly just wandered and observed. Saw a dakimakura that was real funny bud I didn't want to drop 100 at that time. It was a cartoon-y chrysalis laying on a fuzzy pink background and that fuzzy pink background was Fluffllepuff. Next I got to meet up with the cool people from the internet again and we went to the Kelly Sheridan and Kyle Rideout panel as one big group. I thought of a q&a question but by that point the line was to infinity and I knew there was no way, perhaps another time. Once that ended I grabbed some food and went to the crystal arena. Bill and Josh wanted to see how the game had changed and see what the game was like now. They were running a novice tournament that was 10$ you got a deck to play with and two packs and at the end. It was neat learning the game again. It sounds like it really became good. They streamlined it a lot. Went to another fursuit photoshoot. Then we went back and got ready for palooza. I stayed the entire time this time. Really liked Michelle Creber and BlackGryph0n’s set. Chilled out and sat for one of the acts with Andrew and Ethan, needed to save my legs which were super sore. It was fantastic. Got to see Garnika, he's probably my favorite of all the regular artists there. I bought one of his shirts. Although I heard this might have been his last Bronycon? Infinite sadness if thats true. This is about when Kyle and Josh showed up. I also got a message that the fire alarm went off at the hotel. Everybody there had a clusterfuck, Justin slept through it. Turns out someone was vaping or smoking or some nonsense. then Andrew and Ethan returned in time for the end of Garnika's set and Alex S. Was a great time.

Sunday: Waking up was a bit rough since I hadnt gotten to bed until like 330-4. I wanted to go the VA panel but it was at 10 am (Goddamn who DOES that) but I was way to tired to get out of bed on time. I caught the end of it though! Then I went to the vendor hall. I was trying to avoid buying prints, but guess what. Bought so many goddamn prints. Again. Fuck. Oh well. I've tetris'd my walls before and I can totes do it again. Was trying to buy other neat things. I did too. I got a lazer etched geode slice and an edge lit acrylic pane. I really just hung out in the vendor hall with various people and looked at things. Also Nick got me a commission from an artist named Baron Engle. It's Lapis and Peridot as ponies in his style. Really fucking cool. Also bought another glass. Fluttershy this time. Was hoping one of the bands was gonna be at the Bronypalooza table but they weren't. Also had a print ordered to be shipped to me cause one of the print places printer broke. (There are certain booths that will sell art on behalf of the artists that can't be there.) Also bought a little digital nametag thing. It's pretty cool. I gotta get a cord to hook it up to the computer though. Wandered the con a little bit then deposited stuff at the hotel. We went to closing ceremonies after that. Ran into Garnika on the way there which was neat. Before it started we were playing music and everyone was just kinda goofing around. Closing ceremonies were cool. They said they were short 219 from their 33000 charity goal. So they asked the crowd if they could do that and SO MANY people got up to give them money (myself included). Turns out they made like 1200 $ They were then 10 short from 34k, and someone gave them 10$ We got our annual group photo and then headed to the Inner Harbor for some food and to play some Pokemon Go. Went to Bubba Gump's Shrimp Co. Place remains to be fucking fanstastic. Shrimpers Heaven is the best. While we waited for a table we managed to find a whole bunch of cool pokemon, Even did a Machamp raid. Found a fuckin Sandshew, Totodile and Mantine as well. Those are all things I've never seen around here ever. The Bronycon gym was blue so we couldn't do it yet decided to try later. I also evolved my first Gyrados. I decided to do it down there because that's where I essentially started my game. Went around an played some more Pokemon after dinner. The bronycon gym had changed but unfortunately the game broke real hard, we managed to get it down after a half hour of error-ing out a game crashes. Then we should have had it but it turned yellow in the clusterfuck. And no one had it in them to stand there for another half hour of broken game to beat one Blissey. We went back the next day but it had once again turned blue so we never got on it. Then we all went back to the hotel and watched the newest Rick and Morty while packing. Got our shit together and slept.

Monday: We got up and hung out before loading vehicles. Checkout and hotel exiting was pretty easy. Decided to hang around in the inner harbor for a bit. Got lunch at an Irish pub in the pavilion. Yay for pub burgers and vodka cranberries! Then went to do a raid. A bunch of us went to get ice cream, but I went to the bigass Barnes and Noble instead. I had been looking for the Daring Do books at the con but no one had them. Barnes and Noble had one of the ones I was missing. After all that we walked back and headed out. We tried to stay together but traffic was nonsensical so it was hard. Unfortunately a rock flew up and cracked Kyle's windshield. Minor but still annoying. We met up one last time in Wilkes-Barre at a Sheetz. I got some 2 for a dollar hot dogs and they were not good. After hanging out some they left about 15 minutes before us. We thought it'd be funny if we managed to pass them since they had such a ridiculously long head start and guess what? We totally did. It was funny. Got home after that.

Overall:

It was a good fucking time. Usually is. Bought some neat stuff. Got to meet some cool people from the internet. (Honestly, if any of y'all are reading this, even though it wasn't for that long at any given point you were all cool to meet and hang out with. I hope we get to again sometime.) It's honestly been a while since I've done that. It's funny, despite having done this the last 5 years, I don't feel at all burned out. Though next year, I think I'm going to do something different for my usual con photography. I'm going to shoot everything in black and white. (I accidentally left my camera in black and white mode for my first shot) I want to see how that makes things different.

(Also as always my memory is pretty butthole, and I essentially wrote this twice, so there might be errors and things I missed or got in the wrong order.)

#Bronycon #bronycon2017 #baltimore #innerharbor #convention #mlp #lets see if tumblr breaks the formatting

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askcaffeinehazard · 8 years ago

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About me!

Decided to fill the whole thing out :F

1. What is you middle//full name? Samantha Marion [redacted]

2. How old are you? 26~

3. What is your birthday? 14th November, 1990

4. What is your zodiac sign? Scorpio, baby!

5. What is your favorite color? Green, duh

6. What’s your lucky number? Don’t really have one?

7. Do you have any pets? Yep! Currently only two cats and a bunch of fish personally. I sadly had to rehome the ratties after Virgil bit me pretty bad (caused nerve damage in my finger) Now that I have full time work, I don’t have the time to have done trust training all over again. I found a loving home with a very keen young girl who’s willing to do all the trust training he needs c: Our household currently has two dogs, four cats and a bunch of fish though.

8. Where are you from? Queensland, Australia

9. How tall are you? 5′3″ or 160cm

10. What shoe size are you? 7-8 women’s or 5-6 men’s depending on the make

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Like.. two pairs of work shoes, one pair of sneakers and maybe two dress shoes.

12. What was your last dream about? It was pretty fucked up.. Let’s not go into it :F

13. What talents do you have? I have a really long tongue?

14. Are you psychic in any way? Nope

15. Favorite song? Don’t currently have a “favorite” but I do like Unbound and Bad Company by Five Finger Death Punch.

16. Favorite movie? Don’t currently have one.

17. Who would be your ideal partner? Spades hurrr

18. Do you want children? My animals are my children

19. Do you want a church wedding? Nope! I’d like a garden wedding <3

20. Are you religious? No, sorry.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? When I was a baby, I was severely dehydrated and almost died 8D Apart from that, nope.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Only for not wearing a helmet on my push bike.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Dr Chris Brown (famous vet in Australia. Aka The Bondai Vet)

24. Baths or showers? Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? None! But I do have panda slippers on 8D

26. Have you ever been famous? Nope, I think I prefer it that way

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? God no.

28. What type of music do you like? I like heavier music. Five Finger Death Punch, Avenged Sevenfold, Metallica. That sort of stuff. I also love Lindsey Stirling

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Lol, yes.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? One boomerang pillow. It’s the best thing ever.

31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my side with one arm under my head.

32. How big is your house? We have 6 bedrooms, I prefer a smaller house honestly but Hazz had this house before I moved in :P

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Usually a toasted sandwich or marmalade on toast.

34. Have you ever fired a gun? Nope, unless a pellet gun counts.

35. Have you ever tried archery? Yesss, I love it!

36. Favorite clean word? Nugget (also Haru’s nickname :F )

37. Favorite swear word? Fuck-knuckle

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? I tried to do an all nighter and passed out by 6am .__. I NEED MY SLEEP, OKAY?!

39. Do you have any scars? Way too many to count..

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Yep, lol.

41. Are you a good liar? Nope 8D

42. Are you a good judge of character? I like to think I am

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Yep, I can do stereotypical American, Southern, British, and that’s about it 8D

44. Do you have a strong accent? I’m Australian so... Yes, I have an Australian accent. Though I’ve been told that I don’t sound like a typical Aussie.

45. What is your favorite accent? Uhhh I do love Irish and Scottish though I have trouble understanding it sometimes :F

46. What is your personality type? Anxious, weird, shares way too much about herself.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Uhh probably my fursuit.

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes, I can also turn it upside down and poke it out. The benefits of a very long tongue.

49. Are you an innie or an outie? Deep innie

50. Left or right handed? Right handed.

51. Are you scared of spiders? Depends if it’s venomous or huge or not.

52. Favorite food? Is coffee a food?

53. Favorite foreign food? The the moment it’s Japanese curry

54. Are you a clean or messy person? Messy :/

55. Most used phrased? (Not sure off the top of my head)

56. Most used word? (Also not sure)

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Like ten minutes, if that.

58. Do you have much of an ego? Not at all

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck at first and then bite when I get bored.

60. Do you talk to yourself? I have DID so.. is it technically talking to myself or my alters?

61. Do you sing to yourself? See above.

62. Are you a good singer? HEEELLL no

63. Biggest Fear? Natural disasters, end of the world.

64. Are you a gossip? Yes, I can be.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? I don’t really watch dramatic movies

66. Do you like long or short hair? Short hair on females, long hair on males.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Fuck no. We don’t learn about American states in Australia.

68. Favorite school subject? Art and English

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Major Introvert.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope

71. What makes you nervous? Everything ?

72. Are you scared of the dark? Very much so.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Yes, but I try not to. I don’t want to sound pretentious.

74. Are you ticklish? Nope

75. Have you ever started a rumor? Nope, but as a kid/teen I did help spread one..

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? I ran an art class once for a very short time so...yes?

77. Have you ever drank underage? Yes, and I regret it.

78. Have you ever done drugs? Never

79. Who was your first real crush? I THINK it was some kid named Diarmid (Dee for short) in my fourth grade class?

80. How many piercings do you have? Six in total

81. Can you roll your Rs?“ Yep

82. How fast can you type? I have a tested speed of 89WPM with a 99% accuracy

83. How fast can you run? Not very fast at all

84. What color is your hair? Black and green

85. What color is your eyes? Dark brown

86. What are you allergic to? The glue in bandaids

87. Do you keep a journal? Not anymore. I used to at the request of my psychologist.

88. What do your parents do? Mum works as a cleaner. Step dad works as a bobcat and excavator driver in the mines

89. Do you like your age? Eh, it’ll change in a few months.

90. What makes you angry? Lots of things. Rude people, ungrateful people, people who take advantage of others, liars, inconsiderate people, animal abusers.

91. Do you like your own name? Nope. And I HATE my last name. Can’t wait to change it.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Yes, but I don’t really plan on having kids. I love the name Vincent and Arcana.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? Currently neither. I have a nephew and I’m happy enough with that.

94. What are you strengths? I am good at listening to what is troubling people and offering advice based on my own experiences.

95. What are your weaknesses? MOST THINGS. Anything to do with the public and strangers.

96. How did you get your name? Apparently Samantha was a very uncommon name when I was born and my dad was like “Let’s call her that” when I was born.

97. Were your ancestors royalty? Not to my knowledge. One was a convict, though.

98. Color of your room? Basic boring white walls.

99. Color of your bedspread? Greenish sheets and grey striped blanket.

100. Make up your own question Nah.

Original questions by http://kpop-babygirl.tumblr.com/

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BLFC trip recap (ENGLISH/ESPAÑOL)

ESPAÑOL

(English below)

Si, por fin me haré de la tarea de escribir este journal tanto en español o en inglés, casi nunca lo hago porque me da mucha pereza tener que traducir todo de un idioma a otro, y el inglés siempre es el más universal de todos. Pero esta vez aquí les va en los dos idiomas:

No se por donde empezar, realmente fue toda una aventura, de esas que se vuelven inolvidables. Muchas anécdotas por contar, muchos amigos que vi, muchas nuevas personas que conocí.

La primer nueva experiencia: Para llegar a Reno, el único vuelo desde México es desde Guadalajara (tengo la fortuna que esa es mi ciudad), pero para todos los chicos que querían ir a BLFC de mi país, tenían que viajar primero a Guadalajara para poder llegar a Reno. Por lo cual unos días antes empezaron a llegar chicos de todas partes de México aquí, a algunos los hospedé en mi casa, y nos juntamos para cenar juntos. El avión en el que viajamos habíamos muchos furries, todos nos llevamos nuestra cabeza con nosotros a bordo.

Al llegar el miércoles, y sin tener cuarto de hotel de la noche del miércoles al jueves, me quedé en el Circus Circus, junto con Ed Puma. Un hotel en downtown bastante barato, y por primera vez me tocó explorar Reno downtown, que no es muy interesante, solo está lleno de casinos y juegos de asar, pero igual nos la pasamos bien, haciendo cosas nerd en el hotel, como dibujar y ver cortometrajes. Yo me la paso muy bien haciendo eso.

El jueves conocí a TK coyote, un buen amigo a quien tenía muchas ganas de conocer, y con quien me la pasé genial, también conocí por primera vez a Tonya, una amiga con quien ya llevo tiempo chateando y apenas tuve el honor de conocerla en vivo. También conocí a Jae Bunny, un chico a quien conocí gracias a Matt (Tiny deer), y con ellos dos fue que compartí habitación. Unos chicos verdaderamente increíbles, a Tiny deer ya lo conocía, y se que es una persona muy dulce, pero me encantó haber conocido también a Jae. Aquel jueves en la noche jugué bowling con los chicos de latinoamérica, fue muy divertido. Por primera vez en mi vida hice una chusa.

A la mañana siguiente tuve mesa en el artists alley, fue muy divertido, mucha gente pasó a saludarme, hice plática con los artistas de alrededor, a mi lado estuvo Ed Puma, por primera vez alguien con quien hablar en español durante el artists alley. Inmediatamente terminando el artists alley, fuimos al photoshoot en fursuit, y empezó después el fursuit festival, el cual terminó muy tarde. Fue algo cansado, especialmente porque no había comido mucho durante el día, estando en el artists alley, y más que nunca pasó nadie vendiendo comida, pero debo agradecer a Milko y Vulpeko quienes me llevaron una Coca-Cola, la cual me salvó el día. Por cierto, fue su primera convención furry de ellos, al igual que de Licos y Vook.

El sábado fue día de compras en el dealer's den, tirando todo mi dinero a los artistas y vendedores de la convención. Y tomando fotografías a todos los fursuits bonitos que veía. Ese día me la pasé un rato con Croc O'Dile, de las personas que mas he apreciado dentro del fandom, y también con Panda y Elliot Bunny. También fui a jugar mini golf en compañía de muchas personas: Red Wulf, Erwin, Tooncoon, Tinydeer, RC mouse, Cam (Oh my richard), Jae bunny... y....wow, otros que por ahora no recuerdo!! o///o Cené con ellos en un lugar de comida indú, jamás había probado la comida indú, es muy picosa!!Tuve que regresar a la habitación de Croc ya que ahí había olvidado mi cámara de fotografías, derp. Pero al menos aproveché para despedirme del cocodrilo, que al día siguiente en la mañana ya se iba T__T El rave ese día estuvo increíblemente divertido, bailé junto con Panda, me enseñó a pararme de cabeza, y corrimos encerrados en una caja juntos. También pude ver el final del show after dark de Pepper Coyote y Fox Amoore, en donde tocó con ellos mi amiga Tonya.

El domingo fue igual de divertido, más compras en el dealer's den, terminé algunas comisiones que debía en la mesa de Redwulf, quien me permitió sentarme a su lado. Un fursuiter se enojó porque le tomé una fotografía sin su permiso (¿Desde cuando se necesita permiso para tomarle una foto a alguien en una furry con?, bueno, después me informaron que ese chico era murrsuiter, jeje, yo no se nada de eso, panda inocente). Salí junto con Tonya y Pepe mapache a cenar a un restaurante de sushi, y al regresar decidí gastar todas las energías que me quedaban en el rave, bailé junto con Zarafa y Charles bunny. Fue extremadamente divertido.

El día siguiente fue de despedidas, me despedí de ToonCoon, salí a dar una larga caminata con Tiny deer y Jae bunny; regresando logré despedirme de varios chicos, como Gnaw, Howee, Kazan, entre otros. Y partimos rumbo a Lake Tahoe, al viaje fuimos Kurtt, Ed Puma, Leon the fox, Pawie Paws, Drew Otter, Ruakuu, Gecko y yo. Por poco y perdemos a Kurtt, pues en una parada a un mirador, él resvaló y ya iba cayendo hacia un precipicio, pero como de película, logré agarrarlo del chaleco, y Ruakuu me ayudó a levantarlo de vuelta, casi se me sale el corazón, y el resto del viaje, que fue hermoso, no hubiera sido lo mismo. Llegamos a Lake Tahoe para ver la puesta del sol, fue verdaderamente hermosa.

A la mañana siguiente, además de que fue día de lavar la ropa, fuimos a unas cascadas con una vista espectacular, donde tomé muchas fotografías, y luego llegamos hasta la cima de una montaña nevada, en donde nos pasamos alrededor de una hora, todos en fursuit, jugando en la nieve, fue verdaderamente divertido, creo que de los días más divertidos de toda mi vida.

A la mañana siguiente tuvimos que regresar al aeropuerto, pero como eramos muchos quienes ibamos de regreso nuevamente a Guadalajara, llegando a mi hermosa ciudad mexicana fuimos a casa de dos amigos, Marchenko y Jonathan, y junto con Nigel y Roni comimos unas deliciosas enchiladas suizas.

Experiencias como esta nunca se olvidan, la vida verdaderamente es para vivirla, siempre hay que aprovechar cualquier momento que tengamos para salir de la computadora y vivir un rato, en verdad vale la pena.

Si quieres ver las fotos de mi viaje, las dejo justo en este link:

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/yiti76fqo16ux8r/AACb4-6jOhpVAlGPck3fb3Ega?dl=0

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ENGLISH

Oof... after writting everything in spanish... I'll try to tell almost the same but in english... that's why I barely write in both languages, because it is really tiring to write everyhing over again but in another language, I don't use google translate because translations there are weird... sooo... I'm gonna start:

The trip was a great adventure, those that are unforgettable. Many stories to tell, many friends I met again, many new people I made.

You need to know that the only international flights to Reno are from Guadalajara, Mexico (and I have the fortune that I live in that town), but for all the guys who wanted to go to BLFC from my country, they had to travel first to Guadalajara to get to Reno. So a few days earlier, furs from all over Mexico started arriving here, some of them stayed at my house, and we got a dinner together. We were many furs in the plane, we all took our heads with us on board.

Arriving on Wednesday, and I didn't have an hotel room from Wednesday night to Thursday, so I stayed at Circus Circus along with Ed Puma. A cheap downtown hotel, and for the first time I had to explore Reno downtown, which is not very interesting, it is just full of casinos and roasting games, but we still had fun doing nerdy things in the hotel, like drawing and watching animated shortfilms. I'm very used to have a great time doing that.

On Thursday I met TK coyote, a good friend whom I really wanted to meet, and with whom I had a great time, I really loved that puppy; I also met Tonya for the first time, a friend with whom I have been chatting for some time and I had the honor of meeting her in real life for first time. I also met Jae Bunny, a guy I met thanks to Matt (Tiny deer), both of them were my roomies. They are really incredible guys, I already knew Tiny deer, and I know he is a very sweet person, but I enjoyed to have met Jae too. That Thursday night I played bowling with Latin American furs, it was a lot of fun. For the first time in my life I did a strike :D

Next morning I had a table in the artists alley, it was a lot of fun, many people came to say hi, I talked to the artists around, next to me was Ed Puma, for the first time someone to talk to in Spanish during the artists alley. Immediately finishing the artists alley, we went to the photoshoot in fursuit, and then started the fursuit festival, which ended very late. It was a bit tiring, especially since I hadn't eaten much during the day, being in the artists alley, I must thank Milko and Vulpeko who brought me at least a Coke, which saved me the day . By the way, it was their very first furry convention of them, as the same as Licos and Vook.

Saturday was a day of shopping at the dealer's den, throwing all my money at convention artists and sellers. And taking pictures of all the beautiful fursuits I saw. That day I spent some time with Croc O'Dile, one of the furs (or scallies in this case) I most appreciated in the fandom, and also with Panda and Elliot Bunny. I also played that day with Red Wulf, Erwin, Tooncoon, Tinydeer, RC mouse, Cam (Oh my richard), Jae bunny ... and .... wow, others that for now I can't remember! (I'm sorry) ! After the game (btw I'm so bad playing mini golf) we had dinner in an Indian restaurant, I had never tried Indian food before, it is very spicy!! (More than mexican). I had to go back to Croc's room since I had forgotten my camera there, derp!!. But at least I took advantage to say goodbye to the crocodile, who the next day in the morning was gone T__T The rave that day was incredibly fun, I danced with Panda, he taught me how to stand upside down, and we were walking locked in a box together. I also saw the end of the after dark show by Pepper Coyote and Fox Amoore, where my friend Tonya played with them.

Sunday was just as much fun, more shopping at the dealer's den, I finished some commissions I owed at Redwulf's table, which allowed me to sit next to her to finish them (it was funny because many people saw me there and asked me if I was taking commissions). A fursuiter was mas at me because I took a picture without his permission (Since when you need permission to take a photo to a fursuit at a furry con?, well, later I was informed that bunny was a murrsuiter, hehe, I do not know anything about that , Innocent panda (Now I want to watch videos of that cutie bun)). I went out with Tonya and Pepe Raccoon to dinner at a sushi restaurant, and when I returned I decided to spend all the energy that remained in the rave, I danced along with Zarafa and Charles Bunny. It was extremely fun.

Monday was the day to say goodbye to almost everyone T__T, we said goodbye to ToonCoon with Tiny deer and Jae bunny, I went for a long walk with those two last guys; Coming back I was able to say goodbye to several guys, like Gnaw, Howee, Kazan, among others. And then heading for Lake Tahoe, we rented a truck and went to spend more days there, that trip was featured by Kurtt, Ed Puma, Leon the fox, Pawie Paws, Drew Otter, Ruakuu, Gecko and me. We almost lost Kurtt, because in a stop to a sightview, he slipped and was already falling towards a precipice, but as a film, I managed to grab him from the vest, and Ruakuu helped me lift him back, it was very intense!! OMG, Now I can say I really helped a friend's life o__o We arrived in Lake Tahoe to see the sunset, it was truly beautiful.

The next morning, in addition to washing clothes (haha, yes, it was a laundry morning), we went to some waterfalls with a spectacular view, where I took many photographs, and then we reached the top of a snowy mountain, where we spent about an hour, all of us in fursuit, playing in the snow, was truly fun, I think one of the funniest days of my life.

The next morning we had to return to the airport, but as we were many who were going back to Guadalajara, arriving in my beautiful mexican city we went to the house of two friends, Marchenko and Jonathan, and together with Nigel and Roni we ate some delicious Swiss enchiladas .

Experiences like this are never forgotten, life is for living, we must always take advantage of any time we have to leave the computer and live for a while, really worth it.

I'm sorry I couldn't mention all the amazing people I got to meet and hang out, you know I never forget you and this panda loves you so much n__n

If you want to see all the pics of my trip:

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/yiti76fqo16ux8r/AACb4-6jOhpVAlGPck3fb3Ega?dl=0

See you at Anthrocon!!!

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