#gin san is broke forever

[itafushisatosugu]

Save me light haired sexy middle aged gambling man with trauma, save me.

[baby-xemnas]

GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN MY ANGEEELLLLL YOU LOOK SO FINEEE MY RATTY POCKET WEASEL WHO LOOKS LIKE HE WOULD MUG ME 😍😍😍😍😍 YES YES YES JUST HOW I LIKE HIM MWAH MWAH

SO THRILLED HE LOOKS SO GOODDDD. SANJI THINKING NO NO THE GIN THING WAS JUST MY IMAGINATION. UNTIL GIN WALKS BACK INTO HIS LIFE FRESH AS FUCK TO WIN BACK HIS WOMAN AND SANJI IS LIKE OK.... OK HANG ON A SECOND IM THINKING ABOUT SOME STUFF JUST HANG ON

made a joke with my friend that he used to look like a broke junkie to someone who has plenty of money for drugs. ok king

AND PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

holy fuck its so crazy he looks so fucking awesome need him to sweep sanji off his feet (jk u know he would be all :DDDDD SANJI SAN♥♥ or at least thats how i want it) forever a mega simp

[magical-girl-coral]

 Birthday Surprises

Nanao Ise has found a new low for herself. It was eight in the morning, the sun was barely rising, and she was already on her fourth cup of Sake. And from how she was feeling, she wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

It all started when she and her friends decided to do something nice for Rangiku. For the last few months, she had been oddly active, taking fewer naps at the office, doing her paperwork, drinking less in the afternoon, and actually showing up to lieutenants' meetings on time. So as a small reward, all her female coworkers thought of giving her a small birthday surprise, showing up at her door with booze and persimmon sweets for a good morning gift. Since almost everyone takes a day off on their birthday, they wouldn't have to worry about her being somewhere else. Nanao took the lead since it was her idea and opened the bedroom to wake Rangiku up.

And there were no words that could describe her shock when she saw her best friend with a bedmate. Nanao was just thankful her instincts shut the door before anyone else could peek in.

Now she, along with the rest of the Shinigami Women's Association, drank in one of their many secret hiding spots (thanks to president Yachiru) as they took in the new information. 

Rukia looked at Nanao worriedly. "Ise-san, don't you think you should slow down a bit?"

Kiyone grimaced. "I don't think she's drinking enough. I would have drunk myself under the table by now if I were in her place. Just thinking about finding Isane like that gives me chills."

"I still can't get over how she had a secret boyfriend and didn't tell us," Momo said before Nanao could correct Kiyone's assumption for her "sisterly" feelings towards Rangiku, “She almost never keeps secrets like this. Sometimes she tells us too much!”

Soi Fon poured Nanao and herself another cup. "And are you sure you didn't see his face?"

Nanao dropped her face on the table. "No," she mumbled out, "I could only see the back of his head." Although the silver hair, the scar across the chest, and the fucking missing right arm were enough to tell who he was.

Oh, gods, she was starting to curse now mentally. She should stop before the words begin to come out.

Isane smiled awkwardly at the scene. "Well, at least now we know why she's been in such a good mood lately. Remember when she turned down lunch break drinking with captain Kyoraku, and we all thought she was dying?"

Retsu smiled at that. "I remember that. You tied her up and sent her to me directly to get an emergency check. Even I was too scared of the possibilities to turn down the request. Rangiku was fairly upset with all of us."

"....I've just realized something," Nemu said suddenly, "it's impossible for her mystery bedfellow to be one of the seated officers, lieutenants, or captains."

Nanao raised her head from the table. "What do you mean?"

"Rangiku has a lieutenant-level spiritual power that has only grown stronger since she has taken her Shikai training more seriously," Nemu explained, "only people around her levels can be detected while standing in her presence. Since Rangiku's spiritual mass would cloak anyone weaker, none of us could sense his presence, which means whoever she is with has to be weaker than her."

Nanao's eyebrows went up to her hairline. His restrictions. They must have hidden his spiritual powers. Nanao thanked the gods and swallowed the irony of Nemu's last sentence.

"Now that is a big relief," Soin Fon said, "Can you imagine how awkward it would be if she dated someone we all knew?"

"Oh, yeah, I haven't thought about that," Momo said to herself, "With how intermingled everyone already is, adding a romantic relationship to the mix would be more than messy, especially since most of us are still getting used to how everything's changed."

Nanao's heart fell to her stomach as everyone agreed.

"I feel a bit proud now, even more so than I have before," Retsu said as she put a hand over her heart, and it was at that moment that Nanao had forsaken the cup and went straight to the bottle.

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Three hours and two bottles later, Nanao found herself in front of Rangiku's apartment. While she did declare she was ready to go home to take a last-minute day off, she found herself in front of Rangiku's door instead. This is why one shouldn't drink and Shunpo.

After knocking on her door on a lost rhyme, Rangiku opened her door with a surprised expression. "Nanao-chan, What are you doing here? And why do you smell like your captain?"

Nanao swayed as she answered with her own question. "Can he extend his penis like his sword?"

Rangiku openly gaped at her. "What?"

"You know, he says shoot to kill, and it gets longer." Nanao wished she could shut her mouth, but the words kept flowing out. "Or do his restrictions stop that from happening? No, wait, does his hollowfication do something during sex? Like, can it transform his di-"

Rangiku slapped her palm over Nanao's mouth, to which Nanao was grateful. "Okay, since you're obviously hammered and won't listen to common sense, how about I'll pour you a glass of water, some tea, and we'll continue this conversation inside where my neighbors can't hear you."

Nanao nodded her head in agreement, and Rangiku released her mouth. She quickly pulled them both inside and sat Nanao down before going to the kitchen to prepare the aforementioned tea.

Rangiku sat a teacup in front of Nanao and took a deep breath. "So, why have you been drinking with Nemu at eleven in the morning?"

Nanao shrunk in her seat. It didn’t feel great to be on the other side of the table. “Because I found you and captain Ichimaru in bed together. We wanted to surprise you because it’s your birthday and I panicked, but no one else has seen his face!” She added the last part quickly after noticing her ever-paling face. "Wait, how did you know I drank with Nemu?"

"I learned the hard way not to get her too drunk, or I start asking the same things from her influence." Rangiku chuckled softly to herself. "Your next question?"

"How long have you two been together?"

Rangiku put her finger on her chin in thought. "We got togther around the last winter festival, so about nine months."

Now it was Nanao's turn to gape. "Nine months?! You've been in a secret relationship for nine months, and you didn't tell me?! I thought you trusted me in these kinds of things! What changed?"

"No, no, I still do, I swear!" Rangiku assured as she rose her hands in defense. "I wanted to tell you, I really did. It was just... well..." Rangiku sighed deeply and sat back in her chair. "Do you remember when Gin first came back, people broke into the third's barracks and graffitied their offices?"

"Yes, I remember. It was painful watching Kira go through that-" Nanao's eyes widened in realization. "Oh."

"Yeah," Rangiku said as she rubbed her neck, "It took forever for things to settle down. Just yesterday, Gin mentioned how relieved he was that no one harassed his men in six months. So when we first got together, he wanted to keep it a secret so-"

"So that none of those poor excuses of breathing beings would start troubling you," Nanao finished the sentence for her.

Rangiku let out a small laugh. "You know, Gin called them something similar, except a lot more vulgar."

"Trust me, the only reason I haven't said anything worse is because your tea is magic, and it's sobering me up quickly." Nanao took another sip and rubbed her forehead. A hangover is coming already; she could feel it.

Rangiku's eyes shone brightly. "I know, right? It took me forever to come up with this special blend. It cures me right away! And don't forget to drink your water; the tea itself isn't enough. You also need some actual hydration."

Nanao drank the water, and her headache went away. She honestly wanted to get this straight to the Twelve Division to be analyzed, but her phone buzzed before she could joke about that. "It looks like president Kusajishi wants us to have an emergency meeting at Kuchiki manor."

"Awww," Rangiku complained loudly, "but it's my day off."

"We might as well get there just to get it over with." Nanao stood up and went to pull on Rangiku's arm. "It's probably about her spending all of our fundings on another failed pool."

Rangiku let out one last grumble as she was pulled to her feet. Unfortunately, they had to walk there, with Nanao still slightly drunk and Rangiku being sleepy from her constant napping. By the time they got there, it was one in the afternoon. Though, they would have arrived sooner if it wasn’t for an unplanned coffee stop.

Nanao and Rangiku both sensed more people than there should be. Thinking it was a trap or a cruel prank, they drew out their swords just in case. What they didn't expect was confetti, most of the high-ranked Shinigami, and a large banner in the middle of the room that said "Happy Birthday, Rangiku!".

All the attendants in the room wished Rangiku happy birthday in one giant shout as captain Ichimaru blew a party horn. Nanao turned her head towards Rangiku with an open mouth. "I did not know this was planned."

"Trust me, I believe you," Rangiku said before letting out a big laugh and walking up to hug her friends. "How were you able to pull this off at the last minute? And with Byakuya's approval to use one of his party rooms?"

"I used the "you tried to kill me for an entire week" card, and he gave it to us without issues," Rukia explained with a shrug, but Nanao knew what this meant. She only used this card during very dire situations, and coming up with a last-minute birthday surprise fit that criteria. And Rangiku seemed to notice this too with how she was trying to suffocate Rukia in a boob bear hug.

Gin stood next to the Rangiku. "Is this surprise party a hit?"

Rangiku nodded her head tearfully.

"Cool, I'm gonna go lurk in the shadows now. See ya."

Gin gave one last peace before disappearing into thin air. Rangiku released Rukia with an angry "don't you dare" and ran after him, only to come back empty-handed with a huff. However, her frown soon changed to a giddy smile when people started to hand her alcohol.

Nanao felt herself relax when the music began to play. People were talking, some were laughing, others were eating, and there was a large stack of gifts in one of the corners of the room. Maybe this day can end on a sober high note after all-.

Her phone buzzed. 

Unknown number : If you wanted to know how long I was, you could've just ask ;)

Nanao threw her phone at the wall and went straight to the punch bowl.

[cooliogirl101]

If Gin had been able to bury Hisana like he wanted to, would he have gone to visit her? I can kinda see it. When he sees Rukia and how different she is, and he misses taunting Hisana and getting hit back just as hard...I think he'd miss her and be lonely, even if he didn't admit it to himself. That's really sad.

I can’t really see Gin as the type to mope around all depressed or even feel any true regret for his actions. But even so...

“Hey, Hisana-chan,” Gin greeted the empty air in front of him with a slight smile. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Sorry about that.”

The wind blew through the trees and if he listened carefully, he could almost hear an echo of her scoffing. 

Sitting down, he reached into his bag and pulled out a stick of dango, a serving of mochi, three cookies, and a bottle of sake. 

“Decided to bring sake instead of tea this time, but I didn’t think you’d mind. You’ve never been one to complain about alcohol,” Gin remarked, setting his offerings down at the base of a large willow tree. “Anyway, a lot’s happened since the last time we talked. For starters, your sister broke just about every law the Gotei 13′s ever passed savin’ a human boy....very you, all in all.” He paused. “I gotta admit, I was surprised. Didn’t think the Omnitsukido’s Ice Princess had it in her.”

Raising the bottle of sake to his lips, he continued. 

“Her little boyfriend’s doing a remarkably good job of invading the Seireitei, though. It’d be amusing to watch, if it weren’t so pathetic. When did the Gotei 13 fall so low?” He shook his head. “It can’t last, of course. Boy’s gonna get himself killed sooner or later, and he’s an idiot for not figuring that out. If he had an ounce of brains, he would’ve cut his losses and ran back when he had a chance.” Gin hesitated for a fraction of a second. “Still, I almost admire his guts. Kid don’t scare easily, I have ta give him that. You would’ve liked him, Hisana-chan.”

With a sigh, Gin poured what was left of the sake over the food before setting the whole thing ablaze.

“Anyway, I gotta go. Got things ta plot, fighting off a band of teenage invaders to do. The usual.” Gin waited until the last of the food turned to ashes before suppressing the remaining flames with a quick burst of reiatsu. “Hope the food meets your standards, Hisana-chan, but if not-- well, what’s one more reason to hate me, huh?” He smiled wryly. “You always claimed one day I would infuriate ya to death and when that day came, you would haunt me forever and make my life miserable. Well, it’s been a hundred years and I’m still waitin’ on that haunting. You make an awful ghost, ya know.”

Managed to get you to visit my grave every year, didn’t I? For a moment, he could almost see her standing in front of him, hands on her hips, one eyebrow arched. So on the contrary, I’m an amazing ghost. Other ghosts only wish they could be as great as me. 

Gin’s lips quirked up. 

“Guess I can’t argue with that,” he murmured, before standing up and giving a final nod to the unmarked grave where Yukimura Hisana’s ashes lay. 

“Until next time then.” 

(*The part about the food comes from Chapter 21 of WTL, this passage here:

“I’m hungry, Ichimaru-san,” I said bluntly, tilting my chin up. “Do something about it.”

A flash of startled amusement crossed Gin’s face. “Oh? And why on earth should I?”

“Because by my last estimate, you owe me six pieces of dango, four balls of mochi, half a cup of tea....oh, and three cookies that I’d been saving for Yachiru-chan,” I said, counting them off on my fingers.

“That’s...I can’t believe ya actually kept track. Stingy little brat, aren’t ya?”)

[natsthinkitythinkthinkthonk]

Anime Recommendations for Cthuturu

My great pal @cthuturu recommended some anime, so I decided to post a list! You know, just in case anyone else wants to watch it.

Action:

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood 

You don’t need to watch the original. This one is the canon timeline, and it’s purely based off the manga. It’s a classic, and it’s the highest rated anime on a whole lot of anime sites. This was one of the first anime I watched, so I don’t remember it too well, but I remember really enjoying it.

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic 

Sequel: Magi: The Kingdom of Magic Spinoff: Magi: Sinbad no Bouken (you don’t need to watch this one)

This one actually was the first official anime that I watched beside some dubbed Pokemon and Yu-Gi-Oh. It set the standard of anime I watched pretty high, but I found myself laughing a ton and enjoying it. It’s not as action-driven as a lot of shounen though since they do play into a more political and adventurous background at times. But this story is about a perverted kid, Aliboob the guy who can’t get his life together and cries a little too often (like Deku), and one kick girl.

Kyoukai no Kanata

Beware: This contains romance

It’s goe the cutesy elements of Kyoto Animation, but it’s got action too. 

Noragami 

Sequel: Noragami OVA, Noragami Aragato, Noragami Aragato OVA (in that order)

Beware: This one does contain romance elements

This one is really funny too, and it’s about some slacker god who is down on his luck of being a god. 

My Hero Academia

Sequel: Season Two, Three, and Four (S4 is coming in September) Side story: OVAs

Because if you haven’t watched it, you should go do that.

One Punch Man

If you liked Mob Psycho 100, you might like this one. Season two is coming out soon. 

No. 6

Beware: This one contains romance elements

But I found those romance elements to be secondary to the show’s actual plot because if I were to choose between the setting of post-apocalyptic chaos vs romance, I’d say the first is far more dominant.

Slice of Life:

Kimi to Boku

Beware: Contains the occasional romance elements

I say this because nobody ends up being canon, their lives are a mundane humdrum, and I enjoyed that it was a friendship driven show. It’s about bros being bros and living out life. You’ve got the twins (who I still can’t tell apart), the feminine one, the glasses nerd, and the foreign loud one.

Gin no Saji

Beware: Contains romance elements

It’s basically about a farming school. It also touches on the values of people and their goals that sometimes aren’t reached and how to recover from failure. But really, it’s just a fun show. This is from the creator of Fullmetal Alchemist.

Barakamon

This is about the antics of a bunch of kids and a self-centred calligraphy guy who originally just wants to get better at his craft but eventually gets roped into the activities of everyday life.

Hinamatsuri

This one is about a yakuza essentially adopting some random esper girl who landed in his apartment. If you liked Mob Psycho 100, you’ll probably like this one.

Violet Evergarden

Edit: they put this where the hinamatsuri gif was, and I almost lost it. HAHAHA

Beware: Death mention

A former cold-hearted soldier tries to discover the meaning of love while writing letters for others. Apparently, it’s quite sad.

Anohana

Beware: Contains romance elements; heavy death mention; can be interpreted as sad

This one is about a girl who died and comes back as a ghost and tries to haunt her former friend group back together since they can’t overcome the grief of their loss. It represents the importance of life and just how much a person can mean to someone else.

Natsume Yuujinchou

It’s about a guy and his cat trying to relieve spirits. It’s a little episodic, but there are orders to the thing. But they’re literally called, “Natsume Yuujinchou San/Go/etc.” which are basically numbers, so I probably don’t need to go over what order they go in.

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun

I’m not calling this a romance because if you wanted some good canon romance, you should’ve gone somewhere else. Nobody ends up with anyone, life is a mess, and how did these characters end up where they are? It’s really funny.

Danshi Koukousei no Nichijou

The humour is hit and miss, but this is usually a recommendation for people finished Nichijou which is a far better-known slice of life comedy. This one is centred around boys and their antics though.

Angel Beats

Warning: Contains romance elements; heavy death mention

They’re all dead. What can I say? It’s oddly funny for a series about dead people, but some people do find it sad.

Violet Evergarden

Romance:

I think I recall them saying that they don’t like romance because of the singleness in life, but I will still put these down here in case they ever change their mind.

Toradora

It’s about two people trying to get into a relationship with each other’s friend. It’s also one of the best romance anime I’ve watched to date.

Akagami no Shirayuki-hime

This one is purely cheese and sugary sweetness. It is a modern adaptation of a fairy tale romance featuring a red-haired (more like pinkish red) Shirayuki (Snow White), a white-haired prince and his retainers, and some scrub they picked off the street that has no eyebrows.

Wotakoi

It’s about two forever alone friends trying to be in a relationship.

Ouran High School Host Club

Some person broke an expensive vase and now has to pay back the debt by working at the host club even though she’s biologically female.

Chuunibyou demo Koi ga Shitai

Chuuni is a term used for people who like to act like fictional characters in real life. It’s also an adorable anime.

Tamako Love Story

This one is also pure cheese and sugar. You can watch Tamako Market first, but this is also an independent movie if you take out all the parts with the fat bird in it. That sounds weird without context.

Your Lie in April

This is one of the most popular romance anime out there, and it’s really nice. I would highly recommend it.

Seishun Buta Yarou

People usually recommend the Monogatari series after this one, but this one is far easier to watch and easier to navigate since it doesn’t have a bunch of seasons and movies. It’s about a plain guy solving these girls’ problems.

Tsurezure Children

A bunch of people try to find their own romances but end up having a lot of odd situations along the way.

Movie:

Anthem of the Heart

This does contain romance being hinted, but they never show it on-screen. This movie is about a girl with anxiety being cursed by an egg. I kid you not, an egg.

A Silent Voice

Beware: contains suicide and bullying

Besides the warnings above, this movie is a coming of age tale about a boy who seeks redemption after bullying a girl when they were younger. It brings up the question of whether a man can ever truly redeem his sins.

Your Name

This one is about body-swapping and a lot of switching between two characters: a city boy and a country girl. They each try to live each other’s lives. I’m planning on watching this one again on Sunday.

The Boy and the Beast

This one is about a boy who ends up being mentored by a beast. Uh... besides that, it’s just easier to watch than for me to explain terribly (but isn’t that the case for all of these?)

Other Anime that I Haven’t Watched (Moe stuff):

K-On

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya

Hibike Euphonium

Non Non Biyori

Sora yori mo Tooi Basho

Love Live

Lucky Star

Azumanga Daioh

Yuru Camp

[razberryyum]

A Gintama episode a day keeps the ending away...Episode 63

MY 5 FAVORITE MOMENTS IN EPISODE 63 (manga chap 124):

Many apologies to Zenzou: this was originally HIS chapter, revolving around him, but then the anime team decided to add our beloved Yorozuya to the mix and so, well, it become mostly about the Yorozuya to me. Sorry Hattori-san! 

1) This random exchange between Gintoki and Kagura about Okuni. 

2) The best bodyguards in Edo.

3) I love Kagura-chan. 

4) My Yorozuya babies were starving so much it broke my heart seeing them desperately scarf down food. I wish they never had to go hungry.

5) Zenzou’s relationship with Okuni was so sweet. We never see her again but I’d like to think he dropped in to see how she was doing once in a while, even if he stayed in the shadows doing it.

SHIPS TALLY:

Gintoki x Zenzou: this moment, where Zenzou totally intruded into Gin-chan’s personal space, wasn’t in the manga. Gintoki also looks oddly sexy eating that cheese.

Zenzou x Scooter: I think Gintoki’s scooter had a thing for Zenzou’s ass.

Disclaimer: Gintama is not only about shipping. Gintama is hilarious, clever, exciting, poignant, heart-breaking, loving, brilliant, and just completely unbelievably amazing.  It is only due to Sorachi-sama’s immense generosity that I am able enjoy Gintama on an extra another level, the shippy level, and I am forever grateful for that. GINTAMA IS LIFE AND LOVE.

3/4/2019

[carlynagisa]

Secret Valentine fic~ I didn’t fall for you you fucking tripped me!

Summary: How to get one Nakahara Chuuya to agree to a Valntine's date: Fall for him. Literally. Or how Dazai Osamu broke his ankle and miraculously healed in the span of an hour.

Pairing: Dazai/Chuuya Rating: G - General Audiences Warnings: no warnings apply :)

Notes: Dear @nakaharali-chan I’m your Secret Valentine and I hope you're happy with this happy fluffy skk piece! Unfortuately you didn't give me any prompts so I kinda winged it? Also greetings to the entire SKK Trash discor server, you guys are pretty damn cool!!

Hope you like it and enjoy!!

AO3

“Who in their right mind thought that class at 8 am in the fucking morning was a good idea?” Chuuya grumbled while basically slumping into his seat, just seconds before the bell rang. His head fell onto the table in front of him with a loud thud, body and mind too tired to lift himself up.

Tachihara next to him only raised his brows slightly before sliding his spare coffee in front of his tired friend. “I much prefer this to Fukuzawa-san’s 8 pm class. Now that’s suicide.”

Regaining his senses enough to smell the heavenly scent of the freshly brewed coffee in front of him, Chuuya dragged his head up, bleary eyes turning to the other redhead while blindly groping for the beverage in front of him. “Okay, who are you and what happened to Tachihara? Did you murder him?” He yelped after taking a generous sip of the coffee, belatedly noticing that it was still quite hot – definitely freshly brewed. At least he was awake now, albeit slightly.

“You’re way too cheery.”

Tachihara’s fingers drummed on his table. “Dude, isn’t it obvious? Today is Valentine’s Day!” He gave Chuuya an incredulous look once realizing that the other wasn’t impressed at all. “Don’t tell me you forgot about this, mister popular?”

Was it already too late to reassign to another class, preferably later in the day? Chuuya could kick himself in the shin for his naivety while deciding on his college classes.

He chugged down the rest of the coffee – albeit it was still too hot and surely burned more of his taste buds than it should – finally able to face his classmate and the rest of what was to come.

“You mean the overly commercialized fake holiday that is supposed to celebrate love but rather celebrates capitalism in all its glory? How could I ever forget about that?”

“So you forgot about it.”

“Entirely.” Chuuya let out a deep sigh before bending down and sifting through his backpack. “Imagine my utter joy when I was nearly jumped by a freshman that tried to shove chocolate down my throat. Or when an entire group of sophomores literally ganged up on me.”

Finally he found what he was looking for. Without a word he threw a bundle over at Tachihara’s confused face. “You can have it.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance at the thought of those stupid hopeful girls that declared their undying love to him without ever talking to him, let alone getting to know him. Was everyone going crazy today?

Unclasping the bundle, Tachihara let out a whistle while studying the amount of chocolate that was wrapped in it. “And imagine that the day only started. Give me some of your popularity?” He said while inspecting a piece of especially colorfully decorated chocolate. “Think I can give this to Gin?”

“You want to ask her out?”

“Yeah.” Poor guy, he’d never stand a chance.

“She’ll eat you alive.”

“That’s why the chocolate! She’ll hopefully be busy with it. And let’s hope her brother doesn’t find out first… He won’t only eat me alive but rather roast and cook me before that.”

Chuuya laughed at the image of Akutagawa Ryuunosuke letting out his wrath because his little sister was being courted. That wouldn’t be the first time, Gin was rather popular these days.

Chuuya snatched a piece of innocently looking chocolate which he held out for the other redhead. “Then you should give her this. Dark chocolate is her favorite.” She’d kill him for the fancy colorful one. “Although. isn’t it pretty impudent giving her chocolate that isn’t even self-made?”

“We don’t want to let it get to waste, huh?” Tachihara winked. He wanted to say something else but the professor used this exact moment to make his entrance. Chuuya knew that he was in for an interrogation later. He slumped on his desk once more and let out a deep huff, this was going to be a long day.

*

“Sooo,” Tachihara began after the two left the room to get to their next class. “Mister popular.”

“Stop calling me that,” Chuuya groaned. He hated that nickname. It wasn’t his fault that the female student body was way too hormone ridden to just leave him alone and became especially obnoxious during this time of the year. He wasn’t even that good looking! And definitely not nice enough to them to warrant such behavior. Why they were so fixated on him was still beyond him.

At least he was not first place on the popular bachelor scale, and yes such a thing did exist. This arguable honor went to a true idiot who might have sported the good looks and the brain but had a rather rotten character. That guy cut a swath through girls’ hearts and completely acted on their foolishly adoration towards him. Chuuya was always very adamant not to get thrown into one pot with the likes of him. Stupid bastard.

Dodging another incoming underclassman who surely wanted to give him even more chocolate, Chuuya hurried through the corridor. “I still don’t know what they want from me.”

Tachihara was hurrying along next to him. Chuuya noticed the bewildered look with which the other fixated him even without turning towards him. “Um, hello? Maybe because you’re quite hot? Ah, no homo, you know?” Chuuya rolled his eyes at that but snorted regardless. “Seriously, you’re one of the best-looking guys here. And it seems like you’re forever single, so you’re not only available but they also want to be the one person to break your unattainable bad-boy status.”

That statement stopped him. Chuuya would like to defend himself for the last part – while he dressed rather scandalous, leather jackets and chokers were among his favorites, and yes, he liked to smoke – he wasn’t a bad-boy by a long shot. He even helped out at volunteering jobs, thank you very much.

But the first part was much more concerning. They stood in the middle of the hallway in front of the stairs now, effectively blocking the way.

“Tachihara… available? Seriously? You do know I’m gay right?” The redhead was pretty sure that the whole college knew about his sexuality by now. He wasn’t keen on hiding it, what was the point of it anyway? Which made it even more surprising that the girls seemingly tended to flock towards him.

Tachihara next to him laughed awkwardly. “Of course I know! I’m pretty sure they also know about this. It’s just…”

“Just what.” It was a growl now.

“It’s just,” and now the other was definitely looking away on purpose. “Don’t explode, Chuuya, okay? It’s just that they have this weird fantasy about you. You know, making the gay man falling for them, being that special girl and all that shit.” What the fuck?! “And then there are the yaoi fangirls of course, who just have those weird fetishes.”

What. The. Fuck.

If Chuuya’s mood was bad before, now it was below zero degrees. “What the fuck? I’m not some fetish come true? What is this Fifty Shades of Bullshit?”

His friend pointedly looked at the ground now. “It’s just what I heard. Apparently people fall for this kind of set-up. B-but I’m pretty sure that people just love you Chuuya, you are pretty awesome. So, just accept some of those Valentine gifts and give them a chance?”

Fuck this shit. Fuck this entire day. He had enough.

He couldn’t help letting out another growl while twirling towards the stairs. Chuuya had enough.

“Fuck this shit. I’m going home.”

“B-but we still have class?!”

He. Had. Enough.

“I don’t give a damn! I’m going home, avoiding this entire Valentine shit. I’m tired of people proclaiming their baseless love and people ‘falling for me’.” Because he knew this wasn’t true. Chuuya had been unloved for his entire 22 years of living and it wouldn’t change just because he was giving chances. So far nobody had really fallen in love with him anyway.

“And for your information-“

“Watch out!!!”

Chuuya’s tirade was cut short rather abruptly by a loud ruckus and an even louder voice yelling before he was hit with what suspiciously felt like a steamroller and fell to the floor with a crash.

Thanking his quick reflexes that supported himself on his elbows, thus saving him from most injuries, Chuuya still found himself face-front on the cold floor which surely hadn’t been properly cleaned in a long while. Absolutely great.

Even better, the heavy weight on his back indicated that whoever had the genius idea of flinging themselves down the stairs a little too fast and therefore tumbling them down instead of using the proper way had landed much more comfortably than himself.

“Oops,” the person on his back laughed. “That’s not the downfall I was expecting.”

“And what did you expect instead?” Chuuya grumbled, still lying helplessly on the ground. The nerve! Whoever this was, they clearly were in no hurry to get up and moving.

The person – definitely a guy – hummed. “If I had landed only a little bit more face-first I could’ve easily broken my neck; if you wouldn’t have stopped my fall that is.”

“What a wonderful thing that I was in the right place and cushioned your fall, huh? And I still do by the way!” If Chuuya was close to erupting earlier, now was the perfect moment to finally let it out. Which guy would be this obnoxious to-

“Wonderful?? More like tragic! You ruined my opportunity!”

Ah. Dazai Osamu then. Just peachy.

Was it something about today or was it just the universe or whatever karma there was that decided it would be fun to fuck over Chuuya completely on this so called holiday? Who else could have done such a stunt and accidentally fallen down the stairs at the exact same moment Chuuya was passing them but Dazai freaking Osamu, school’s resident genius slash lunatic and to the redhead’s begrudging admittance the real number one heartbreaker of their college.

Accidentally my ass, Chuuya thought, this was definitely another one of Dazai’s famous suicide antics. Could he not have jumped down the building instead? And he surely must have seen Chuuya, right? So why not wait until the smaller male had been out of the way.

Oh yeah, Dazai was an asshole, that’s why.

Said asshole apparently found Chuuya’s still lying form rather comfortable, at least he made no indication to move.

“Ah! Is that you chibi?” Another thing about Dazai: Chuuya couldn’t stand him. School playboy or not, his character was just obnoxious and generally off-putting. “What are you doing down there?”

“Obviously I’m enjoying the view. The ground is rather comfortable, why don’t you join me, bastard?”

That finally got Dazai to move. Even if it meant that the brunet was suddenly appearing up close in his point of vision.

Dazai cocked his head to the side, studying Chuuya with a one eyed glance. It seemed like the idiot had hurt himself again, half his face was hidden under bandages and a big plaster. It matched his appearance wonderfully, with all the other bandages around his arms and neck and god knows where else. Either Dazai was the unluckiest person on earth (and that was rather impossible, since Chuuya was positive that he currently took that spot) or he was even more freakish than everybody thought.

The girls seemed to like it at least.

The redhead couldn’t figure out if the other found what he was looking for, but Dazai suddenly shook his head while his gaze finally left Chuuya. “I think the floor is nothing for me, chibikko, but whatever floats your boat.” Still he made no attempt to stand up.

Hushed whispers harshly broke Chuuya’s own stare and brought his attention back to his surroundings. While definitely not a shy person and generally immune and uncaring towards any kind of gossip, it was hard to ignore the whispers about how two of the most eligible bachelors – who couldn’t even stand each other all that much! – of their entire college were randomly lying in the middle of the corridor together.

Shoving Dazai away from him for good, Chuuya hastily rushed back to his feet, brushing off imaginary (or not so imaginary, the grime on the ground was very real after all) dust. Tachihara next to him chuckled. “So now it’s not only the girls falling for you, huh?”

“Oh shut up, you asshole.” It was in good nature though. Tachihara wouldn’t make fun of him in earnest. Hopefully nobody else in the perimeter would. They wouldn’t dare.

All except one.

“Which girl would ever fall for someone that small? They’d have to bend down all the time like they’re talking to a child!” Thankfully Dazai was still in a wonderful position seated on the floor, perfect for Chuuya to kick him in the hip.

“You shut up as well, bastard. What are you still doing there on the floor?”

The other made no motion to move at all. Instead he only raised his arms at Chuuya expectantly, depicting a strange picture of a one-sided hug.

“Waiting for you to pick me up, obviously. I might have twisted my ankle during the fall and can’t walk, silly.”

Chuuya’s ears were growing hot, a clear sign for the upcoming blush that threatened to erupt on his face and that would clash horribly with his hair. He was overly aware of the student body that still watched the scene playing out attentively. The gossip would only grow worse and worse now.

After still not being picked up, Dazai started sporting a very obvious pout. “Since it’s your fault, chibi, you should at least help me up.”

His fault?! What the hell? That idiot had fallen on him!

“You fell on me!”

Tachihara next to him mumbled “Don’t you mean for?” Chuuya gave him a nasty look.

“But Chuu-yaaa!”

“Don’t Chuuya me!” Embarrassment now fully visible on his face, Chuuya hastily dragged Dazai up towards him, ignoring how the other rather tried to hug him. “I’m going to drop ya!”

Apparently the other male had really hurt his ankle in some way, – or he was acting fantastically, this was still Dazai they were speaking of – he heavily winced once Chuuya tried to let go and his right foot gave out under him. “Ouch ouch ouch!”

With a heavy sigh Chuuya moved one of the taller one’s arms around his shoulder. Fucking lanky people. “Stop acting like a baby, it’s your own fault.”

Dazai hobbled rather unsuccessfully on one foot. “I already said that it’s your fault! If it hadn’t been for you I would have fallen on my neck, hopefully breaking it, and I would not have a broken ankle now!”

“Hell, it’s not broken! But I’m still letting a doctor check you up.”

By now there was at least some movement regarding them. Dazai was even more useless than before but Chuuya slowly got them moving, albeit slowly. Not quick enough to escape the ever growing crowd around them. At least nobody would try to give him chocolate now…

He waved Tachihara goodbye, promising his friend to catch up with him once he delivered the annoyance on his shoulders to the doctor’s office.

Except, they did not go there.

Oh no, after half the way freaking Dazai suddenly decided that he would rather not see a doctor at all. Possibly broken ankle or not.

“You even get another stupid bandage for your growing collection!” Chuuya was exasperated. But Dazai wouldn’t budge, weight suddenly slumping around his shoulder, threatening to drag him down like a sack of potatoes.

“Nah. Don’t wanna.” Stupid pouting child! Chuuya should just drop him-

“I know!” Dazai suddenly beamed, picking up his weight again. “Since you hurt me, chibbiko, you should make up for it. You can take me out for a consolation date!”

What the-

*

And that was the story of how one Nakahara Chuuya suddenly found himself roped into a Valentine’s Day date with his worst enemy after falling flat on his face.

He wasn’t sure how Dazai had gotten Chuuya to agree at all. Maybe it was the puppy eyes… maybe it was Dazai acting like a sack of potatoes again. Anyway, he ended up seated opposite of one Dazai Osamu, hesitantly sipping on his coffee while the other happily slurped on an overpriced latte abomination.

Dazai suspiciously didn’t mention his hurt ankle anymore.

Instead, he talked about everything and nothing. After an hour, Chuuya already knew everything about Dazai’s latest obsession with Instagram food blogs (yes, of course the brunet took a picture of their drinks), how boring his latest literature classes were ever since Oda-sensei left to teach grade schoolers instead (Chuuya found their current literature topic, European poets, rather fascinating) and how drowning was apparently a less painful suicide method than asphyxiation via plastic bag (Chuuya had NO opinion on that one).

It was rather fascinating.

At first, Chuuya had felt utterly uncomfortable and wanted nothing more than leave. What was he supposed to talk about with a person who shared none of his interests, moved in entirely different social groups and with whom most if not all his conversations so far consisted only of jarring insults and merciless teasing?

It turned out that there was no need to think up topics to talk about at all. Dazai kept up a pleasant flow of talking, even asking Chuuya questions and for his opinions rather often, initiating a real conversation after a while.

Dazai himself suddenly seemed to bloom, his entire posture was more relaxed than Chuuya had ever seen and the disinterested and cold look in his one visible eye slowly grew more and more warm and cheerful. Chuuya on the other side felt more and more comfortable and dare he say intrigued by the enigma sitting in front of him.

All in all it was… nice.

At least until the implications of the calendar date changed their dynamics in the form of a cheerful server in a dreadfully pink apron.

“Hello you two!” The light-haired server beamed, holding a plate in one hand. “And a happy Valentine! You two make a wonderful couple! Treat’s on the house!” With a beaming smile he placed the plate onto their table, winked and skipped back to the counter towards a disgruntled dark haired male who sported an equally awful pink apron and who hit him on the head after the waiter tried to jump him.

Dazai’s eye became impossibly big as he studied the chocolate mousse in front of them. Chocolate mousse that was shaped like a heart… Chuuya’s stomach suddenly jumped.

Ah yes. He totally forgot about Valentine’s Day. It was rather nice not being flogged by pushy girls for once. But this…

“Say Dazai…” Said brunet raised his head in question after taking more pictures of their dessert. “Did we just go here because you wanted free food?”

Dazai laughed – Chuuya couldn’t tell if it was real or fake. Dazai wasn’t easy to figure out.

“Of course!”

Ah, so that’s how it was. It was too suspicious after all that Dazai would suddenly go on a date with Chuuya and have fun with him without any ulterior motives. Even if those ulterior motives were just free food, the smaller male couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappoint and… hurt?

Pff, as if, Dazai and he weren’t even friends. They were more like enemies, not being able to stand the other for longer than a few minutes. Of course the other was only playing around. And if he got a kick out of playing stupid gullible Chuuya, all the better for him. Consolation date, my ass.

Deeming the pictures he took good enough, Dazai decided to dig into the chocolate mousse, very visibly enjoying its flavor. He even moaned a little in satisfaction.

“Aren’t you eating?” Chuuya didn’t even touch his own spoon. He was not hungry any more.

“No you can have it.” Well, he had taken the other out and even paid for their drinks, that was good enough right? Then he could leave now and let the other be, his ankle seemed good enough to get going.

Standing up, Chuuya reached for his jacket when a hand suddenly gripped his wrist tightly.

“Don’t go,” Dazai murmured, spoon and dessert abandoned.

“Didn’t you get what you wanted?” Chuuya mumbled, trying to drag his wrist back towards him. “You don’t need me anymore, I already paid-“

“I said what I meant.” Dazai’s grip tightened, the look in his eye now determined. Chuuya noticed how its warm chocolate brown color turned dark. “I wanted to go on a date with you. I want to be here with you.”

“Yeah right, you just wanted me to pay for you.” He knew that he sounded bitter but Chuuya had his fair share of disappointing dates so far, guys and girls alike who were either in for his looks or just to use him to pay for all their commodities. “It’s fine, I had fun and this was probably the best Valentine’s Day I had so far. To think that a commercial fake holiday and your company could be fun! Thanks for that I guess. No need to play nice anymore.”

The hand on his wrist finally loosened its tight grip, instead Dazai used it to shield his mouth and chuckled.

“Oh my god, Chuuya’s cute.” It took said person a moment to realize that he had not misheard and he seriously got called cute by Dazai Osamu. And judging by his earnest laughter and again warm eye, he was serious about this. That was quite the step up from being called short or a slug. Cute, huh?

Sensing Chuuya’s surprise, Dazai elaborated.

“I literally fell for you, doesn’t that account for nothing?”

Fell… for him?

Wait a second.

“You didn’t fall down the stairs by accident?” Could Dazai really be such an idiot?

“Of course not! I already told you I did it on purpose.” He was really such an idiot. “I just didn’t do it to try to kill myself for once though, it’s rather that I saw you standing there and was like ‘why not?’”

Why not? What. An. Idiot!

“You flung yourself down a staircase just to get a date with me?”

Dazai even had the nerve to look proud. “I sure did!”

“And you couldn’t just have asked me out like a normal person?”

The proud smile faltered. “… I could have?”

With a deep sigh, Chuuya slumped back down onto his seat, finally taking his spoon in his hand. Deliberately ignoring his opposite’s gaping stare, Chuuya dug into the rest of the previously abandoned chocolate mousse, letting out a small moan himself when the sweet taste exploded in his mouth. This was heavenly! He decided to let Dazai hanging until he finished off the rest of the dessert on his own, not even throwing as much as a glance at the more and more restless brunet.

Only after he dropped his spoon and licked off the leftover chocolate on his lips (Dazai’s eye followed his tongue; Chuuya did do it deliberately of course) he turned towards the hopeful male.

“Maybe. I probably would have said no, who knows. But your plan was not really nice.” Chuuya raised an eyebrow, Dazai’s hopeful look did not falter though, he knew the smaller one well enough to know that he wasn’t serious.

“I’m sorry!” Dazai whined, playing along.

Hook, line and sinker.

With a big grin on his face, Chuuya stated. “If you’re really sorry, you should prove it.” His confidence was finally back and it felt good.

Dazai was sporting an equally wide grin now. “How?”

“Take me out on a real date. No stupid Valentine’s Day, no scheming and lying.” Chuuya motioned towards Dazai’s now clearly fake ankle injury.

“And you’re paying. I have expensive tastes.”

Everything today had tried to piss him off as much as possible. Chuuya deserved some piece after such a day – who knew that Valentine’s Day might turn out to be more than a fake commercial holiday?

“Who would’ve thought…” Dazai mumbled under his breath, still not low enough not to be picked up by Chuuya.

“Last chance,” Chuuya shook his head. “How about Friday?”

Dazai slowly held out his hand, with that warm smile on his face again that made Chuuya’s stomach flutter.

“It’s a date.”

[soukitas]

“When you’re drunk, throwing up is always a good idea.”

Pairing: Gintoki x Reader Genre: Fluff  Chapters: One shot Word count: 1,678 Summary: Gintoki was out drinking, as usual, and you run into him. He really is a handful, but you manage somehow, that’s how strong your feelings for him are. 

A/N: Hello, this is my first Gintama fic, it’s been a while since I have written, and I decided to write x reader fics because I know we all want a good Gintama gentleman in our lives. I try hard to keep them in character, and also live up to the anime’s style and humor, that’s why titles try to mimic Sorachi’s. This piece is a gift and fully dedicated to my favorite tumblr person and partner in meme crime @parurushi, the original Mrs. Sakata. Love you R, I hope you like this. 

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The wind of Edo felt rather cold against Gintoki’s drunken face as it blew through the alleys of the Red Light district, the fact that his body heat was so high seemed to surprise him, as if the eight jar of beer he was chugging down didn’t have anything to do with it. The small establishment was quiet, being Gintoki the only one there as he was still fiddling with the ramen, that had already gone cold, in front of him.

— Alone again, Gin-san?

The silver-haired man furrowed his eyebrows together, offendedly, at the snarky comment that came from the owner. He was a very well-known man around said district, always getting into trouble, broke, and had passed out at the entrance of almost every bar that was open past midnight, nonetheless not a single shop owner disliked his presence, he was always served with joy, and treated with respect, a kind soul whose only purpose was to help those who really needed and deserved it.

— Leave me alone, old man, beer is best enjoyed when you’re drinking by yourself.

— That’s not a saying, Gin-san, you should find yourself a good wife, someone you can laugh with, that will take care of you even after you have fallen sick.

— Why are we talking about this?

— I’m just worried about your future, I won’t be around forever either, and my son is not taking care of the business, who will look after you when you’ve fainted from the alcohol?

— I’ll  just drink somewhere else, it’s not like I have an exclusive contract to drink here. This is like the anime, sometimes we’re with TOEI animation, sometimes we are with other studios, that’s just how it works.

The man seemed to enjoy the joke of a very upset Gintoki, whom had gotten a lot louder than at the start. As the atmosphere seemed to lower it’s tension the welcome bell rang at the door. The slim figure of a woman entered the shop, dressed up in a vibrant purple kimono with golden flowers ornamenting the silk.

— Welcome!

The owner shouted across the room and watched you get closer to the counter, he was aware your smile was relentless, but after working an eight-hour graveyard shift it was just natural you looked like death. You took a seat next to Gintoki, but the way his head was hanging low blocked him from actually becoming aware of your presence.

— You really are a good for nothing.

The sudden blurt of words coming from you seemed to push him over the edge, making him sit back up with an angered face and a raised tone.

— HEY GRANDMA WHY DON’T YOU MIND YOUR OWN- — he stopped mid-sentence when he realized the person he was talking to. — Ah, it’s just you. What the hell do you want?

— What do you mean “it’s just you”? That’s how you were raised to treat women? How are you not a virgin remains a mystery to me.

— What are you even doing here?

— Kagura called me.

— That kid. — he scoffed — I told her I don’t like being disturbed while I’m drinking, she doesn’t have to worry about me, I’m adult I can take care of myself.

— She wasn’t worried about you. — you said with certain mockery in your voice — She asked for ramen because she’s starving, because a certain “adult” hasn’t fed her all day.

— Whatever. — He muttered under his voice. — I don’t have any money anyway.

— You don’t? — the owner barged in.

— What you acting so surprised for? You told me you wanted to start giving back to the poor, well I am the poor, I’m taking back this beer.

You started laughing at his nonsense, knowing full well half of it was because of his drunken state, and the other half was his actual personality. The owner had already settled your order in front of you, ready to be taken back home. You had been friends with the Yorozuya for a while now; you always had some curiosity about that one man Tae always complained about, the one that took her younger brother into what she called a “path of disgrace and virginity”. One day you decided to walk home together with her, after all nights were dangerous for women to be wandering on their own, especially in that area of the city, and that’s when you first met Sakata Gintoki, on his knees, near the fridge, stealing your friend’s strawberry milk, you even almost felt sorry for him after Tae smothered her whole fist against his face and threw him out without his boots. After that event, you just seemed to run into him everywhere, and shortly enough you also became friends with the two younglings that lived with him: Shinpachi and Kagura.

All of you got along pretty well, mostly because you would take out Shinpachi and Kagura for a meal every now and then, and there was nothing more important for them that being well fed. Gintoki would often tag along, but the past weeks he wasn’t really present whenever you hanged out with them. You didn’t take it too personally, he was that kind of man anyway, stubborn, moody, a professional slacker, reminding yourself of all those flaws was just a way to question yourself why you liked him so much, why you worried so deeply about him, and longed for his company like you had for no other before.

— Don’t mind him, old man, he gets especially moody when he’s drunk. — you laughed along with the older man, seeing Gintoki clearly pissed off through the corner of your eye.

— I came here to have a good time and honestly, I feel so attacked right now.

— Quit being dramatic, Gin-chan, I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. — you got up almost immediately after your statement, laying on the counter enough money to pay the bill off. You turned your body around, giving him a small pat on his curly hair — I will take this to Kagura. Don’t stay up too late.

You smiled towards him, to what he diverted his gaze from. You took your leave and the only sounds in the store were the clinking the dishes made when being washed.

— I get it now. — the owner broke the silence.

— What the hell are you talking about now?

— You guys call me an old man all the time, news for you, old men have some wisdom within them.

— Whatever you are insinuating, I can assure you you’re wrong. — Gintoki stood up, barely, with a little stumbling of his feet. — I will pay you for this some other time.

— There’s no need to, your friend left enough to cover your bill.

The surprise on Gintoki’s face could not be hidden, but he was not completely sure whether the owner’s words were real or just a prank of his own drunk mind. He took off immediately, struggling to get home on his own as his feet seemed not to work as desired and the directions in his head were not fully clear; somehow he made it to the base of the stairs, and even more impressive was how he managed to go all the way up to the apartment without falling off the handler, clumsily he opened the door, but the moment he shut it closed a dark shadow seemed to move on the couch. Despite his state Gintoki still managed to grab the handle of his sword and adopted his fighting position.

— You really took a little long to come.

Your voice snapped him out of his concentration, allowing his body to relax down.

— You scared the shit out of me, what the hell are you doing?

— Just wanted to make sure you got home safely, but I guess I fell asleep while waiting.

— Well, I’m home, so you can go back now.

— Alright, good night.

You started walking out of the house, but before you could fully close the door you heard a “blergh” like sound coming from inside. You sighed to yourself, trying to convince your head that you had no business checking what that was, but you, too, were stubborn, you turned on your heels to re-enter the apartment and looked inside the bathroom; Gintoki was with his head shoved into the toilet and a strong vomit smell coming out of it, you kicked his lower half gently, no response, he was passed out.

When you drink while you’re older than twenty God has no mercy on you, Gintoki was no exception, his head was throbbing, his mouth was dry, and his memory was gone. A faint smell of something being cooked outside was enough motivation to move a little, he sat up on his futon and grabbed his head to attempt reducing the pain in the back of it.

— Kagura? What are you cooking?

There was no response from the other side of the door, instead it parted open, allowing him to catch a glimpse of you with a tray between your hands, on it a bowl of rice and egg, and next to it a glass of water with a pair of aspirins.

— You’re up early, I just assumed you would go into a coma. — Gintoki’s eyes were still parted open, almost unable to believe them. While he seemed to space out you walked over to him and took a seat on the floor, right next to his futon. — Eat, or else your hangover won’t go away.

He wasn’t able to look away from you, not for a single second, with the same startled look on his face, you could see the ruby-colored eyes clearly, the same ones you had once compared to a dead fish’s, just swallowing your entire presence. It made you uncomfortable, no, it really made you nervous, so you looked away. He realized so and that broke his thoughts away.

— Sorry, sorry.

— What were you staring for?

— Nothing. — he sighed before rising his sight again, a small smile drawn on his face. — I was just thinking. Some old men sure are wise.

[aloneinxthenight]

M*A*S*H starters

memes from the 4077th

ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL: Here we have a compendium of sentences from a show that is known as one of the best television shows of all time. This was not a request, I do not do requests for starter lists. I was legitimately just watching M*A*S*H and thought the world would be much better with another starter list from it. Feel free to add names and change pronouns as needed, if you wanna add any zingers from the show yourself, don't hesitate! Since M*A*S*H is a military type show, I tried to get as many sentences that could apply to everyone as possible. There's some angst, a whole lot of humor and a few one-liners in here which took hours of watching (such hard work) to compile so enjoy! And if you're sending any one of these tongue-tingling phrases to a multi-muse blog, please specify the muse!

I had a hamster back home who used to get the same look in his eyes when he wasn't feeling good.

Except for your face, your mind and your body, you're a complete dud.

Should we ask some people in or should we just be boring on our own?

Oh, I never do. If I keep washin' them they stay clean forever.

She was in here before, with me, alone.

Maybe it was her perfume... Maybe it was mine.

Do me a favor _______, if you find out I've died, just leave me lying there in the crabgrass.

At least my mouth is still working.

Oh hey, I was there. The army was cleaning out Lincoln's nose.

What do you miss the most about back home?

Well we couldn't finish it anyway, _______ confiscated the best parts.

Almost lifelike.

You wish each of us a prostitute?

He could sell brass knuckles to Gandhi.

How could he be alive like that one second then dead the next?

I could give you a lot of medical reasons but... understanding doesn't make it less painful.

We got to be friends in just a few hours!

Friends don't need any more.

Gee, I hope I don't cry...

When was the last time you felt like crying?

_______ is an expert on fits.

Do I hear ten? Sold to the grim reaper in the third row.

You bought the garbage?

Well, you said get a hobby!

I thought we'd give _______ an appropriate aloha.

Beautiful! Beautiful! A Tintoretto in barf!

I had dreams like this all through puberty...

I didn't see any of it, but I loved it.

That's my garbage!

No, no, that's my garbage, _______, I have a receipt!

I don't kiss and tell... it was terrific.

Ali "Babble" to the end, aren't ya?

How'd you like a grenade in your truss?

Besides my life, _______ wants my virginity.

We all do.

If only I'd known!

He wrote in big letters, "Know your Enema."

Your fly is open.

Don't leave your unopen mail around.

I know you're not giggling because you're wearing feathered underwear, you just can't wait to park your can behind this desk.

Have a good time and, uh, don't do anything I wouldn't do.

I don't know that I'd want to do anything you would do.

Of course, God wasn't surrounded by a bunch of flakes.

I object to the word weird!

You see, I told you it was a war! But no, you keep saying we're both dreaming!

What do you think you're doing wearing civilian underpants?!

Is nothing sacred? These happen to be my mothers!

I'm here to discuss something besides underwear.

My mother always said two things: Never argue with crazy people and always wear clean underwear.

_______, your sanity's sprung a leak.

I think it's going very well, don't you?

It'll never happen... Probably.

Oh, I just figured if a priest could be tempted, that's the type of stuff he'd steal.

What are you looking for, _______?

His marbles.

Are you with him, or are you independently crazy?

The eyes always give the guilty away. The windows to the soul.

Don't tell me he sleeps with you.

I'm hoping to do better.

I knew I should have ripped the stuffin's out of the little bugger when I had the opportunity...

It was one of those days that more than most, reminds us all that war, however much we may enjoy it, is no strawberry festival.

Saving lives is my business, mister.

Was that a bomb?

Uh, no, _______ Someone's playing the WWII album!

You can either help the wounded or become one.

You beat the rap, Babyface!

Lovely place, Bellevue.

"Hold your potatoes..."

I'll probably develop an urge to walk on the water.

Isn't that where the Austrailian nurse scratched you?

Only because I wanted to go home in her pouch.

I patched that months ago.

It's talent, pure talent.

Mmm, sounds serious. You may be coming down with mental health.

It's not a death wish, is it?

You're not the self-destructive type.

You suppose any of us will speak English again?

Perhaps his arms will get tired.

I never sleep in the hospital.

Now they're sending me back.

I think I need less luck back here.

Gee, you're a nice guy.

I used to get hit if I wasn't.

Should I be hearing Arthur Godfrey?

I know you're working but I just wanted to say thanks.

I hope I never see you again, ya know?

I came, I saw, I bored.

Completely forgettable looks that stay with you forever.

Sounds like we're getting into flashback country.

________'s too sharp for that, he always leaves a trail of breadcrumbs.

If I didn't see her every hour, I got the bends.

I know you were young but you must have had names.

Look at that. Talent. I'm not just a pretty face.

You're weird.

Give the little lady a cigar.

Dinner here is around 7. Nausea's around 8.

You have your choice: Gin or gin?

It's pure poison.

We think so.

How do I look?

A little thinner, a little paler. A few gray hairs.

These aren't mine, I'm breaking in a friend's senility.

How do you stand on the subject of sitting?

Children? No, I'm still my only child.

You're trying too hard. Are you uncomfortable?

There's been no one since you.

I had to survive.

Right. Here's to survival.

I'm just afraid of your voice giving me frostbite.

Hurt? You broke my legs. It really tore me apart when you left me.

I got over the hate but I never got over the love.

Oh! Master complicator.

God forbid anything should ever be easy.

"Be myself", You said! Well, myself happens to love you.

Oh, now I understand. Since we're in love there's no possible reason for us to be together!

You've just proposed yourself into a corner!

I just don't want to take a backseat again. I like it up front.

If anybody asks, I turned you down. Yeah?

If it's a police action, why didn't they send cops?

I'm not over here because I'm such a fan of diarrhea!

Can the balloon juice, _______!

How do you keep all that stuff in your head?

Man, seein' the way you guys work makes me proud every time I throw up.

One more word and I'll button your lip to your fly.

Amazing what can get stuck in the human body.

I just know how hard it is to operate and be secretary of state at the same time.

Everybody's got a buddy in there.

Look we'll keep you posted, let you know if it's a boy or a girl.

Hey, would you like some Jeep butter?

I've just heard something very disturbing and if it's true then I'm afraid I'll have to fight you.

When I was five, I had a crying fit because they wouldn't let me have a crew cut.

Uglier than rats mating in my duffel bag?

I worked my way through divinity school as a "B" girl in San Diego.

I smell something burning.

The laundry's on fire.

_______ I don't know how to tell you this, but I've had a better offer.

Take me with you.

Just wanted to thank you for staying.

Some of their saltier comments had been deleted.

The dictionary. I figure it's got all the other books in it.

The only thing that's not green is the blood.

I suppose they do and that gets to be a pain in the ass too.

I'd like it to happen to me to break up the boredom.

That's on the Hungarian side of town.

Well, do you see anything good coming out of this?

There's always terror to fall back on.

Oh, so that's what it's like to have a bomb explode a few feet away from me.

I stopped having morale about six months ago.

You know, I used to love reading Hemingway because he wrote so well.

I guess I got a little drunk.

Uh "a lot" is a relative term.

If I knew all the answers, I'd run for God.

Pistachio ice cream... And bananas.

She squeezes your nose.

Some people heard the screaming and said, "That sounds just like Eleanor Roosevelt!"

I'd like to take six to seven months and become unconscious.

And then I'd like to go to Europe and sleep there for a year.

I had to come over here to be a star!

The nearest one is over in Grange Hall in uh, Mooseville. About 50 miles away.

Oh, I don't have to say hello, I know how everybody feels about me.

No, I think she doesn't like me. I mean that's the only conclusion I can draw.

He could have at least called me a son of a bitch. He's done it for others.

Heads up!

No talking in rank!

He's a magician with latrines and cesspools.

Don't tell me not to say anything.

He's brighter than I thought.

Garbage head.

Santa Claus is coming to town.

♫ I love to go swimmin' with bow-legged women and swim between their legs. ♫

Wounded come before personal chafing.

Oh give him a break, Alice, you're the first woman he's seen in months.

You always give me the cuties.

He owes me, I sent him a case of Preparation H.

Just don't sit on anything cold.

Okay guys, time to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud.

He'll punch my arm.

Wear your heavy sweater.

My God, now I'm talking like you.

That watch you sold me runs backward!

I can't stand that pimply voice.

That is Grade A 100% bull cookies!

Never doubt your X-ray or your hairdresser.

Too bad this kid didn't come with a zipper.

Why didn't I shoot my foot and stay in Honolulu?

Don't get upset, just eat your carrot slowly.

Your nostrils are flaring.

My nostrils have a right to flare, I'm in charge.

You tell him if he takes this chair, my tuchus will attack him barehanded.

The permanent verticle smile. Famed in song and story?

I'm starvin'. I'd even settle for one of _______'s armpit sandwiches.

Oh, you finally realized I have a beautiful body.

I've never seen your body!

If you need me, I'll be packing up my troubles in my old kit bag.

No, but I was always prepared.

_______ when all this is over, I'm gonna adopt you.

Come on, Pokey!

There are sequins all over the ground!

Me, scared? This whole body is one white knuckle.

I'll have the shoelaces, house dressing. And have the chef remove the laces.

There's a lady on my foot.

Oh, miss, this probably isn't your table but could you scratch the back of my knee?

Would I deny you a belch?

Oh to be in England now that war is here.

Due To circumstances beyond our control, lunch will be served today.

Please excuse these two, they're themselves today.

The men hate me, don't they?

_______, you are a gentleman and a lady.

Whoa, did you know it's yesterday there?

Standby for the blessing.

Standby for the blessing!

STANDBY FOR THE BLESSING!

Nothing comes after Amen.

Looks like an abandoned schoolhouse.

Look in the boxes marked kitchen utensils.

Concubines? In a schoolhouse?

Oh no, I love that after church on toast.

That's not your dress! I'll kill ya!

But my blue chiffon is from Murdoch's in Toledo!

_______, that's the finest act of bravery I've ever witnessed.

I don't sleep well on a soft wall.

The weather's clear. I can see the stars.

Oh, thank you comrade, and get me some borscht. Easy on the sour cream.

_______ stop that!

Give him a smooth ride.

I'm gonna be ravaged, I know it!

Tell 'em you're with me.

I was overrun by a batch of bimbos!

It tickled but I kinda liked it.

And midnight has been canceled.

You think you're real smart. But you're not smart; you're dumb. Very dumb. But you've met your match in me.

Life, Liberty, and Pursuit of happy hour.

50 more pounds, and I'm homeward-bound!

I call it "Suicide by Salami"!

You're always wrong, _______. That's what's so right about you.

Live! That's an order!

I'm so cold I think my pilot's gone out.

How much of this can a man take? We must have seen this picture twelve times in the last month. It's a recurring nightmare with popcorn.

Act like a man, you sniveling twerp!

I was born with someone waiting to see me.

Why don't you guys like me?

Because you're a lousy _______ and a rotten person.

Well, there's your pimples.

My pores won't close!

I've been up and down on a merry-go-round since I got here!

I've barely slept a wink!

It's not just big, it's great big with whipped cream!

You shouldn't mention _______'s chest when it's not here to stand up for itself.

Thank you, Daddy Warbucks.

Well, for your information, I've never had any complaints.

Dead men tell no tales.

I know the diamond's not so big, it's a family heirloom.

Must be a small family.

I keep pinching myself to see if I'm dreaming.

I'm engaged to be married!

He sleeps on a bare piece of plywood.

I couldn't love anyone who didn't outrank me.

Are you sure you're not rushing into this in the heat of... Whatever heat you might be in?

This ole cowboy ain't gonna be lonesome tonight.

He's busy tuning his face.

My student council could have used someone like her.

I thought this was going to be a fun meeting.

Get ready to duck, he's liable to explode.

Did anyone ever tell you, you have the voice of a songbird slowly drowning in tar?

If you act drunk long enough, you get a REAL hangover.

Unhand me you varlet, you know not who you touch.

You'd be surprised what a priest can get away with.

Hear ye, Hear ye, it's 0700 and all is hell.

Remove your hand or I'll zap you with my knee.

He touched me.

What a physique! Shoulders like this! Dancers legs and cute little behind!

_______ there'll be no more chinny chin chin. Or any other part of me.

Uh oh, he took his gun and his toothbrush.

Shooting his mouth off again?

Son, heroics just get people killed. They don't impress anybody.

Well, you see I had this friend... And this friend just pretended to like me. You know, the way Dad used to?

They're not pagans, _______. Everyone's going to be wearing clothes.

Oh my God! They've shot him!

Did _______ steal that jeep?

I didn't even know you were gone. I thought you were in the bathroom.

Maybe some people like having other people run their lives, but some people don't.

Oh, stop dreaming a go back to sleep!

I don't remember leaving a wake-up scream.

_______ do me a favor will ya? Visit me a couple hundred times will ya?

Can't you see I can't see?

I wore this with just you in mind.

I heard the hair on your legs rustling.

[himetsuri]

The Future is in Your Hands

[Mt. Amagi is a real mountain range that is completely unrelated to Miroku]

The news of Fubuki and Ian’s wedding and Ageha’s return had reached even their former allies, including the man working at the hospital Elmore established, “Heaven’s Tree.” “Sensei is mine! You’re too ugly to even be near him!” “What!? Sensei is super nice, so he just ‘feels bad’ for you! But you think it’s something else! How embarrassing~” “Now, now, you two. Let’s all be nice to each other.” Shinonome Lan, user of the ability “Trick Room,” was currently in a bind, caught between two girls.

“Hmph! I know what you did! You went on a date in the yard with that boy in the room next to yours, that Masato-kun! You’re a cheater!” “N-No…he wouldn’t stop asking me, so…don’t listen to her, Sensei, we were just playing together!” “Hm, I see…erm…” Shinonome did his best to appease the two young ladies, all the while wondering where exactly these young girls around five or six years of age learned to talk like characters in an afternoon TV drama. Shinonome Lan–––due to the experience of having his younger sister in a coma for a long period of time, he’d decided to pursue medicine in order to try and save as many people suffering from illness or injury as he could. Additionally, thanks to his natural aptitude for looking after others and his love for children, he boasted an incredible popularity as a pediatrician among the children. Perhaps too much, as many fervent squabbles over him broke out between girls under the age of ten in the women’s ward. “Good grief…I’m glad they like me well enough, but when it goes over the top like that it gets exhausting…” Having finally pacified the two girls, he was rubbing his shoulders as he headed back to his office when one of his nurses notified him of a phone call. “Your friend, Yumeji-san, is on the line.” “Haru…!?” Yumeji Haruhiko–––he possessed the ability of “Shocker” and had been friends with Shinonome since high school. “L-Lan…you gotta help me…” “What, you want more money? What was it this time? Bandits? Or maybe pirates? A golden opportunity, if you ask me. Go off on your own Age of Exploration, overflowing with hopes and dreams!” Shinonome and Haruhiko shared an over ten-year-old bond, since their high school days, that they couldn’t break even if they wanted to.* However, Haruhiko loved gambling, despite being poor at it. He wasn’t foolish enough to ruin his whole life with it, but he was always running to Shinonome to borrow money. “I…I’m dead…they’re gonna kill me…” But this wasn’t his usual flippant tone; this was a tone filled to the brim with the fear of death, and, realizing this, Shinonome looked towards the receiver and inquired further. “Hn!? O-Oi…what’s going on, Haru? What happened!?” “Save me…at this rate, I’m gonna…I’m gonna die…they’re…monsters!!!”

At the same time, in a room of a certain apartment complex in Tokyo. “Aahh~ Man, I could down bottles of this celebratory alcohol forever~!!” This was truly a hellscape. The apartment’s living room was practically flooded with alcohol bottles. There was beer and sake, of course, but there was also shochu, awamori, brandy and tequila, rum and sherry and gin, vodka, doburoku and makgeolli and Shaoxing wine, wine and whiskey, rolling around by the cask. “It’s, y’know, oi! When y’keep knockin’ it back all day, y’get this nice feelin’ like all your worries just melt away…there’s just no words to describe how nice it feels, yep!” The one in very high spirits and gulping down alcohol was the former Psyren Drifter, Yagumo Matsuri. Above her hung a banner, already half falling down, with the message “A Night-Before Party to Celebrate Ian-kun’s Marriage” written on it. Written below that, however, was something any normal person would find hard to believe. –––“#32.” She had been holding night-before parties for one week straight now. To Yagumo Matsuri, a night-before party wasn’t a “party” held “the night before.” It was a “party” held up to “the night before.” She had a life force that far surpassed that of any normal person, one that allowed her to even endure the poison of Yusaka’s “Candyman,” but that was due precisely to her ability to quickly metabolize alcohol and wasn’t something any good kid or bad kid, good adult or bad adult, should try to emulate. That being said, the ones participating in this banquet were three bad–––or rather, stupid adults. “Fuhahahahahahaha…nah, nah, nah, I still can’t believe yous gettin’ hitched t’Ageha’s sister…’grats, man, now bottoms up…” “Fufufufufufufufu…well, well well, look at you, just pouring it in there…ahh, thank you, thank you…guh!? Ka-Kagetora…wh-what is this…” “Heheheh, s’my special stock a’ bourbon…th’strongest one I gots, wit’ enough kick ta power a generator…” “Wh-Why, you…” In front of Matsuri-sensei, who was sitting at the heart of the room upon a stack of ten cushions and chugging alcohol like the boss of a group of bandits, there were two men, whose faces were some mixture of pale and deathly and sunken, filling each other’s glasses with uncanny smiles: Hyoudou Kagetora and, the one who should’ve been the star of this banquet, Ian. “Ugh…m-my mouth hurts…khh…a-anyways, it’s my turn now…here’s your fill, drink up…” “Tch…stubborn bastard, ain’tcha…whoa-hoa dere now…watch how much y’put in dere, dumbass…whoa…” The two of them had clashed many a time over Yagumo Matsuri. In the end, Yagumo Matsuri had chosen to wed Kagetora, who had even accepted the curse of PSYREN that she bore in his desire to be with her. “Gghhk!? Y-You sonuva…Ian…what da hell is this…” “Kukukukuku…why, it’s vintage mirin…p-packs a punch, huh…?” “Y-You bastard…kuhh…not bad…” But that had been close to ten years ago, and Ian had long decided to leave it in the past. He bore no ill-will towards Yagumo Matsuri, either; rather, he gave them his blessings in his usual foul-mouthed way by saying, “The only man fit to be with you, if not me, would be that idiot and no one else, so you made a wise decision.” “N-Now’s my turn…time ta drink up some vodka shipped directly from Poland, a real treasure dat’s gotta 96% alcohol level…” “Gbahh! M-My throat burns! Haah, haah…o-okay, have some vinegar…straight from here.” “Ggghh!? You…dat ain’t even alcohol! F-Fine, bring it on, y’scuzzbag…and for yous–––” Neither of them hated or despised the other. Kagetora was truly happy for Ian’s wedding from the bottom of his heart, and Ian, as well, was grateful from the bottom of his heart. They were actually, as evidenced by the fact that they’d fallen for the same woman, quite similar. “Guhaa!?” “Gurk!?” One might easily call them best friends, though to the point onlookers would think the opposite, and they were both pigheadedly difficult and couldn’t forthrightly congratulate each other, which led to their current situation. “Ooh, ni~ce, ni~ce, keep goin’, keep goin’, kehehaha!” As she watched the two men before her writhe in pain, Yagumo Matsuri downed another cup.

Back to “Heaven’s Tree”––– “–––That’s the whole story! Please, Lan! Help a guy out…I can’t drink anymore…if I fall asleep they try to pour alcohol into me using whatever openings they can find…’do somethin’ funny,’ they say, ’n make me do some sort of shtick for them, but it doesn’t matter if it’s crap or funny ‘cause they slap me around either way…what the hell is with that Godsister bitch–––!!?”** Yumeji Haruhiko had been forced to participate in this drinking party that pushed one’s physical limits, and he was at the point where it wasn’t just his body and mind that were at their limits but his very life was in danger, too. “Ah…” Even from across the phone, Haruhiko’s screams of anguish and fear were palpable. Lan had attended only one of that indomitable woman’s banquets before, but his memories of it abruptly cut off partway through. He had awoken in a hospital bed and seen Ian standing with a face that seemed to say, “Humph, it happened again,” so he could imagine things had gotten quite dangerous. Additionally, his head started to hurt whenever he’d try to remember that event. When he asked his friend, a therapist, about it, he was told that “it had been such a traumatic experience that his brain was purposely making it so he couldn’t remember it.” “Lan…I don’t wanna die…I wanna see Chika-chan one more time…please…please save me…” “…” Then, there were voices in the background. Whispering voices, saying things that sounded like, “A~hn…where’d that Haruhiko go off to…” “Bastard’s got balls ta run off after we so graciously invited ‘im here…” “No, I can sense someone. He hasn’t gone far…” Most likely, Haruhiko had seen his chance for escape on this seventh day of partying, when the three demons were expectedly less attentive, and hidden himself away to call for help. But finally connecting with a normal human being must’ve set him too at ease and dulled his stress-induced vigilance. “Please, Lan! I’m in Tokyo–––” “Haruhiko–––!! They’re behind you, run–––!” “Huh–––gyaaaaaaaaaaa!?” Beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep… With that last scream of a poor soul being dragged down into hell, the line went dead. “…” Shinonome closed his eyes and fell into deep thought–––and then, he quietly lowered the receiver and began walking off with unwavering conviction. (Forgive me, Haru! I don’t want to die yet…I have children waiting for me!) He looked up towards the sky with apologies to his friend in his heart. There, it was almost as if he could see Haruhiko’s bright smiling face–––

*

Elsewhere, around the same time, rumors began circulating amongst the inhabitants near Mt. Amagi of the mysterious explosion-like noises from deep within the mountain range and of the voice of a girl carried by the wind, saying things such as, “Are ya stupid, stupid–––!?” and “You useless, good-for-nothin’ wannabe geezer–––” and “Don’t you dare run away, Van–––” But, that was unrelated, as Kirisaki Touji’s mansion was situated amongst completely different mountains. “So? Things going all right…?” “We~ell…they’re goin’ good enough, I guess…I’m making sure to keep myself alive, if nothing else.” Kirisaki Touji was a former war photographer, now journalist, and before him was Kirisaki Kabuto, who had a more undaunted look to him now but retained the same frivolous tone as always. “Well, ‘not dead’ is good enough for me…I’m just glad to see you’re doing well…but when I heard you were coming back after so long, I didn’t expect you to make a beeline straight to my place. You trying to make me cry? Did you at least stop by to see your mom?” “Ah, I’ll be headed back home tomorrow…more importantly, you see…I was thinkin’ about how happy I’d be to borrow a little bit of funding for my work…” “And he~re we are again…for god’s sake…you already took off with my beloved camera, didn’t you…? That’s far from cheap.” “Geh, you found out? Whoops…” In response, Kabuto started laughing with that troublesome expression that hadn’t changed at all since his teens. “Honestly…you’re a lost cause, you know that?” Before, Touji would’ve seen a lot of his own past mischief in his rascal of a nephew and spoiled him, but not anymore. The change had come ten years ago–––when Kabuto had gone missing all of a sudden yet then returned with the face of an adult. “I’ll definitely return it to you soon, along with the money from today…I won’t waste it.” “Don’t worry about it, I’ve no doubts you’ll be able to get more varied shots with it than I could with this leg of mine. I’ll give it to you.” So Touji didn’t hassle him anymore about it and ended it off by giving a wry smile of his own. “Anyways, the reason you came back this time…your old friend’s wedding, huh?” “Unya, my old friend’s sister’s wedding…I mean, I know her, too, but it’s kinda more for the hubby, really. I…learned a lot from him.” “Oh? You attended school enough to feel obliged to a teacher? That’s news to me.” “No, no, that’s not quite it…he’s, er, more like a coach.”*** Touji, still not completely understanding, was about to question further when the doorbell rang. Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!!! “The hell’s going on…? Alright, hold on, I’m coming!” The person on the other side of the door must’ve really been in a rush or something, because they were ringing the doorbell like crazy. “No worries, Ojiki, I’ll get it.” Thinking of Touji’s prosthetic leg, Kabuto stood and unlocked the door before turning the knob. “Hello~o, who is…” “Hey there, Kirisaki-kun, it’s been a while!” Before Kabuto could even fully open the door, it swung open as if a pushy salesman was there trying to force his pitch and revealed one of the other former Psyren drifters, Mochizuki Oboro. “O-Oboro…what the…” “My, this does bring me back! I’m glad to see you’re doing well. Now, if you would excuse me…” Slipping past Kabuto, Oboro walked right in and began looking around. “O-Oi…who the hell are you?” Touji was left bewildered by their sudden intruder. After all, this attractive young man, who should’ve been a total stranger, was walking around his house as if he’d been here once before. “I’m certain…it was around here…that hidden door to the underground shelter!” “Oi!?” The only ones who should’ve known about the underground shelter in Kirisaki Touji’s mountain villa were himself and Kabuto. “Ah, you must be Kirisaki-kun’s uncle…you look so different from when we first met that I’m afraid I didn’t recognize you. Well, you were a mummy, at the time.” “Huh? What in blazes are you talking about…” “It’s fine…I remember the code…I’m quite good at remembering these sorts of sequences. 235…7…7…there we are.” Despite this, Oboro quickly found the hidden door and descended the stairs, mumbling incomprehensible things as he pushed the buttons and made his way inside, even locking the door behind him. “Oi, Kabuto!? Who the hell is that? You told him about the shelter!? …Hm, hold on, you said Oboro…is he Mochizuki Oboro!? How on earth do you know the ‘nobleman of the business world’!?” “Ah~ y’see~ um~…some things happened, and…” Obviously Touji wouldn’t let this slide unexplained, but once again, before any answer could be given, the doorbell rang. “Preeeeesideeeent!!! Where are you!? Someone saw you come in heeeeere! You can’t hide from me so get out here, now!!!” This intruder took advantage of the fact that the door was unlocked to barge in uninvited, pushing Kabuto aside and not giving Touji any chance to speak up before beginning her manhunt, looking through all of the rooms and closets and the toilet and the bath and ending off in the kitchen, where she even checked the cupboards. Her name was Matsumoto Kiyomi–––the woman who was once Mochizuki Oboro’s manager. After the end of the fighting in the PSYREN world, Mochizuki Oboro declared he was “tired of it” and quit the entertainment industry. He then made his sudden debut as a light novelist and was a big hit, until he also grew “tired of it” and moved on to be a painter. His first work went for ¥20 million at Sothesby’s Auction House and it seemed he was on his way to become famous yet again, but, as expected, he “grew tired of it” and this time decided to use all his earnings to start a business. This biochemical enterprise, which was formed solely to sate Oboro’s whims, had come up with new innovative techniques in three years. Currently, it had become big enough to boast close to 100 billion gross sales per year. “Mochizuki…so it really is that Mochizuki…” Touji knew nothing about Oboro the actor. But he knew the name from day trading and from magazines about economics. “How dare you just leave some note saying, ‘I’ve grown tired of it so I’m giving the business to Matsumoto-san’! Will you never grow up and grow out of this ridiculous irresponsibility and fickleness!? Aaaargghhh!!!” Matsumoto had worried that Oboro would crash and burn after leaving the entertainment industry and quit as well, but this had ended up landing her as his secretary. Matsumoto went on her rampage–––or so it seemed, but, while she searched the house, she never discovered the shelter hidden beneath the floor and she ended up leaving with faint traces of tears welling at the corners of her eyes. “Do you think I worry for you solely because I want money, you idiot…?” Kabuto heard her say as she passed. It reminded him ever so slightly of the voice of his mother over the phone, whenever she fretted over him. “…Has she left?” After several minutes went by, Oboro tentatively opened the door. “Come on~…you’re loaded; what more could you need?” “Hahaha, I have no interest in money. What matters most to me is having an artistic and fantastic and eccentric life!” Oboro, former actor, said this without picking up on any of the sarcasm and with specific movements only fitting of an actor. “Now then, what shall I do next? …Hm, Ageha-kun has finally returned, so perhaps I should set off on the journey, as well, this time… I can’t imagine I’d ever be bored with him.” “You…know that’s a terrible idea, right? Amamiya-chan will slice you up for lunch. ‘Specially…the other one.” “I believe that girl and I are on the same wavelength, though.” Oboro shrugged as he said this and Kabuto shot him a cold glare.

~~~~~~

[Notes: *The word used to describe Lan and Haruhiko’s relationship is a bit tricky, because it means “a relationship you want to break off but can’t.” This can be in a positive or negative meaning; it can signify something like a “we’re stuck together” relationship that indicates the two are very close, or it can be for something like an “on/off” relationship where the two constantly bicker and argue but always inevitably get back together/never actually break things off. **This is one of famous singer Wada Akiko’s nicknames, basically used like a female version of “the Godfather.” ***More accurately, Kabuto refers to Ian as a “master,” or a teacher for martial arts or something similar. Ojiki is Kabuto’s way of referring to his uncle, like an endearing way instead of just calling him ‘uncle.’]

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Forty-five realities about the PBA as association celebrates 45th commemoration

APRIL 9, 1975 was a milestone day for sports in the nation after the Philippine Basketball Association (PBA) was framed, the principal ever proficient b-ball alliance in Asia. From that point forward, the class has become a ball rivalry as well as a wellspring of amusement for Filipinos throughout the years.

As the group praises its 45th year, SPIN.ph concocted things that you could conceivably think about the class that relates with the numbers 1 to 45. Indeed, even with the rich history of the association, trust us when we state it was difficult to think of a rundown.

You should? What’s your critical minute in the PBA.

1

The principal player to score in the PBA was Joy Dionisio. Playing for Concepcion Carrier, Dionisio scored a lay-up in the principal round of the class last April 9, 1975. Notwithstanding, Dionisio’s group bowed to Mariwasa, 101-98, in the initial game. Toyota, in the mean time, likewise came out champs in that playdate with a 105-101 triumph over U-Tex.

2

The MVPs won by Abet Guidaben, the player with the most number of games in the PBA with 1,081 games.

3

The quantity of MVPs won by William ‘Marshes’ Adornado, the principal player to win the individual plum in 1975. He won it again in 1976 and 1981.

4

The quantity of MVPs won each by Ramon Fernandez and Alvin Patrimonio, the past high until June Mar Fajardo broke the record. Fernandez won the honor in 1982, 1984, 1986, and 1988, while Patrimonio copped the plum in 1991, 1993, 1994, and 1997.

Four is additionally the occasions Vergel Meneses won an All-Star MVP, doing the accomplishment in 1995, 1998, 2000, and 2003.

5

Jun Bernardino was the fifth chief of the PBA where he served the group for a long time, the longest ever.

6

The occasions June Mar Fajardo won the PBA MVP in back to back design, the most ever, outperforming Fernandez and Patrimonio. Through the span of his MVP seasons, Fajardo won eight PBA titles, and even got a group record 31 bounce back in Game Seven of the 2019 Philippine Cup finals against Magnolia on May 15.

7

The quantity of Best Import grants Bobby Parks won in his PBA profession. The honor was later named after him.

8

In view of the PBA Annual, the Philippine group filled in as visitor group in eight seasons through the span of the 45 years of the PBA.

9

The quantity of PBA groups in the main year of the PBA. They were Toyota, Crispa, U-Tex, Mariwasa, Concepcion Carrier, Royal Tru Orange, Tanduay, Presto, and 7-Up.

10

Current PBA official Willie Marcial is the tenth individual to hold the position.

Ten is likewise the quantity of takes Ryan Reyes had in a January 29, 2012 game against Powerade, the most ever.

11

Norman Black has brought home 11 PBA titles as a mentor and is the second strategist throughout the entire existence of the class to win a Grand Slam when San Miguel asserted the uncommon accomplishment in 1989.

12

The quantity of titles won by Barangay Ginebra, the most mainstream group in the PBA. The Gin Kings have won three All-Filipino/Philippine Cup crowns and nine titles in meetings with imports.

13

The occasions Crispa won PBA titles, the most among groups that have disbanded from the class. The Redmanizers had a celebrated competition with Toyota in a tussle that made geniuses for the association around then. Crispa disbanded in 1984 per year after Toyota additionally left the class.

14

The quantity of successive misfortunes Shopinas endured in the 2011-2012 Philippine Cup, the longest such streak in PBA history that happened from October 5 to December 8, 2011.

15

Virgilio ‘Child’ Dalupan won 15 PBA titles for the Crispa Redmanizers, turning into the best mentor before Tim Cone outperformed him. Dalupan additionally won two Grand Slams for the group in 1976 and 1983. In winning the 1976 Grand Slam, Dalupan just lost multiple times.

16

The pullover number of Toyota cager Gil Cortez, the main player to win the Rookie of the Year in 1976.

17

Allan Caidic changed over a class record 17 three-pointers when he scored 79 focuses in Tivoli’s 162-149 triumph over Ginebra in November 21, 1991.

18

The quantity of focuses Shell scored at halftime in its match against Mobiline on May 3, 2000. Shell proceeded to score only 47 in its 32-point rout, the least yield ever in a game by a PBA group ever.

19

Crispa dominated 19 straight matches from September 30 to December 9, 1980, considered the longest series of wins ever in PBA history.

20

As indicated by the PBA Annual, there are 20 establishments who have either disbanded or been sold. They are Barako Bull/Air21/Burger King/FedEx, Powerade/Coca-Cola, Sta. Lucia, Air21/Shopinas, Red Bull/Barako Bull, U-Tex, Pilipinas Shell, Sunkist/Sarsi/Pop Cola/Swift, Tanduay, Great Taste/CFC/Presto/Tivoli, Manila Beer/Beer Hausen, Toyota, Mariwasa/Noritake/Honda/Finance/Galerie Dominique, Seven-Up, Filmanbank, Carrier/Quasar/Fiberlite, Manhattan/Sunkist/Winston/Countryfair, Crispa, Tefilin, and Galleon/CDCP.

21

The quantity of misfortunes the San Miguel Beermen and Alaska Milkmen each had in their Grand Slam a long time in 1989 and 1996. With a 51-21 record, the 1996 Alaska group had the most successes among all groups which won the Grand Slam followed by the San Miguel crew in 1989 with a 50-21 imprint.

22

The quantity of titles Tim Cone has won in his training vocation, the most by some other guide throughout the entire existence of the PBA, that saw spells with Alaska, San Mig Coffee, and Barangay Ginebra.

23

Robert Jaworski played for a long time in the PBA, the most throughout the entire existence of the alliance. He played for Toyota before moving for Barangay Ginebra where he fabricated the ‘Never Say Die’ mantra of the group that despite everything exists right up ’til the present time.

24

The quantity of free tosses Nelson Asaytono made in a July 2, 1992 game by Swift against Purefoods, the most ever. The Mighty Meaties lost, 110-106.

25

The principal portion of the PBA’s greatest players were named in 2000 during the association’s 25th commemoration. The 25 were Johnny Abarrientos, Bogs Adornado, Ato Agustin, Francis Arnaiz, Ricardo Brown, Allan Caidic, Hector Calma, Philip Cezar, Atoy Co, Jerry Codinera, Kenneth Duremdes, Bernie Fabiosa, Ramon Fernandez, Danny Florencio, Abet Guidaben, Freddie Hubalde, Robert Jaworski, Jojo Lastimosa, Lim Eng Beng, Samboy Lim, Ronnie Magsanoc, Vergel Meneses, Manny Paner, Alvin Patrimonio, and Benjie Paras.

Danny Ildefonso, Willie Miller, James Yap, Asi Taulava, Eric Menk, Kelly Williams, Jayjay Helterbrand, Jimmy Alapag, Mark Caguioa, Arwind Santos, Jayson Castro, Marc Pingris, Kerby Raymundo, Chito Loyzaga, and Marlou Aquino later joined the 40 greatest in 2015.

26

Establishing magistrate Leo Prieto served the alliance for a long time where 26 meetings were held from 1975 to 1983.

27

The quantity of titles the San Miguel Beermen have in their spell in the PBA that started since the alliance’s initiation in 1975. The establishment has the most number of titles in the alliance with Alaska and Magnolia a far second with 14.

28

Eugene Quilban gathered an association record 28 helps for 7-Up in its 123-100 win over Shell on August 9, 1992.

29

The triumphant edge of Ginebra when it scored the most number of focuses in history with 197 in its game against Great Taste on November 21, 1985.

30

The quantity of games San Mig Coffee lost when it caught the Grand Slam in the 2013-2014 season. The triumphant level of .577 was the most minimal among the Grand Slam groups yet the Mixers despite everything took care of business to make it to the history books. San Mig Coffee beat Rain or Shine twice and Talk ‘N Text during that year, giving lead trainer Tim Cone the subsequent Grand Slam of his instructing vocation.

31

The period of Benjie Paras when he won his second MVP in 1999. In a year that saw a deluge of Fil-outsiders, Paras safeguarded his accomplishment of turning into the main player to win the MVP and Rookie of the Year on that year after he did it in 1989.

32

Ginebra scored 32 back to back focuses in the final quarter on its way to a 116-90 win over Shell on May 14, 1991. That 32-0 shoot was generally number of focuses scored successively and unanswered throughout the entire existence of the class.

33

Michael Hackett had 33 focuses in the second from last quarter of Ginebra’s 197-168 win over Great Taste on November 21, 1985. That was the most number of focuses scored by an import in a quarter, with Hackett in the long run completing with 103, a group record in those days.

34

LA Tenorio of Barangay Ginebra was 34 years of age when he played his 597th back to back game, outperforming Alvin Patrimonio as the group’s Iron Man on March 18, 2019.

35

The quantity of All-Star games the PBA has played. This incorporates the Rookies, Sophomores, Juniors versus Veterans, and North versus South arrangements, and the ongoing three-leg All-Star matches held in 2017 and 2018.

36

It was in the 36th season (2010-2011) of the PBA where the class returned to the old three-meeting position – the Philippine Cup, Commissioner’s Cup, and Governors’ Cup.

37

The joined number of misfortunes Talk ‘N Text and San Miguel had in a three-year stretch in the Philippine Cup after the two groups had the option to catch the Perpetual Trophy in 2013 and 2017 individually. The Tropang Texters had a 60-19 record from 2011 to 2013, while the Beermen gathered a 53-18 imprint from 2015 to 2017.

The trophy later named as the Jun Bernardino Trophy was kept forever by the two groups for winning three successive titles in the most renowned meeting of the association.

38

The quantity of two-point endeavors Paul Alvarez had when he scored a then-record 71 focuses in Alaska’s 169-138 win over Shell. Alvarez changed over 31 two-pointers in that game, an association high.

39

The quantity of minutes Terrence Romeo played when he scored a group record 48 focuses in the All-Star Game Luzon leg in 2018 in the Smart All-Stars 152-149 win over the PBA All-Stars in Batangas City. Romeo won his third All-Star MVP in the challenge.

40

There are just five 4-0 scopes in the historical backdrop of the

[lunosamentelunitoo]

Gintama 627 translation

Title: There is no diffence between peace and destruction

Otose: They crushed the liberation army... we won!

Shinpachi: Finally.. we made it! The liberation army is running away!!

Kagura: Gin- chan the made it!! the liberation army is... Gin-chan?

Gintoki: ....

Hedoro: Yorozuya san? What are you doing here? It looks like the liberation army is already somewhere else, and every one aready looks so calm, i’ve been worried for all the time. Now that Edo is been redued like that would be everyone in peace? But i really think that everyone will be ok. But. now you bastards, humanity will be destroied by my hands.. I’m sorry humans, but the real horror is about to start!! Do you want to know my horrible plan? I will not only defend the flowers and plants of this planet, but i will keep to watch over its people too. So this florist has only one think to ask for... In order to crush this planet make a bed of flowers!! I will make at least some use out from mankind!! What a pity!! poor flower! Even f it’s only one , a flower sill soon whiter, but if we are all togeher it will not scatter, so i want to be a flower of this planet too, and bloom with everyone. It will not be taken, when it will be the time that all the flowers will be in full bloom, in this garden called earth there will be finally peace. Gyhahahha!! you bastard!!what the hell are you doing?? Don’t tell me, that seal... that thing is over.. and so mankind, me and all the universe... it’s the end for everyth....

Gintoki: ....

Hedoro: We were close... still a litle bit and all would be over, I have an other debt with mankind. I can’t do something like this, I will be there as far as possible,  I will not permit to make you do as you like Hedora.

Hedora: Fufufufu... it’s useless now Hedoro, ahalf of your body is under my control now, I will dye ths body and all the universe in black.

Hedoro: I wil protect the universe and the mankind.

Hedora: I will be the one that will destroy them.

Gintoki: He became an half

(in short, gintoki broke the flower, so hedoro was becoming evil, so he stuck that flower thing on his head that came from a travenstite bar, so now he became half)

Shinpachi: What the hell is Ginsan doing?

Kagura: I don’t know but he is having fun. Peace is really the best!

Shinpachi: yeah, that’s true.

Jirocho: I can’t believe to see Kabuki cho at night, illuminated not by neons but by camp fires. This city is always so noisy, but even like that it’s not really bad.

Otose: And yet, it’s not so bad to finally welcome the night.

Jirocho: Well, I am begging for the morning to illuminate this city and make a good performance.

Otose: Well, to face the tomorro is alread a big task, even if you stay silent the sun will come again by its own, and it will be so intimidated to leave your heart racing, they already did a lot, so just waiting for tomorrow is enough

Jirocho: Not for me, there are still some enemies left. We didn’t won yet, the enemy just runned away, it is just a fake victory. We cutted down part of the soldiers that were escaping, but we have to aim to the entire force. But on the other hand , here we have a big tired army. We have to attack first than the scattered enemy came back to its army and recover. But it seems that the shogunate army is dealing with that. but when this will last? Not to mention, Gintoki’s friends in space, have stopped the enemies in their headquarters? Tomorrow is only a limit.

Otose: There are no limits... You are the only one complaining, you really old isn’t?

Jirocho: If you hear all that as a complain, that means you really becoming deaf...

Otose: If you feel to complain go on, Jirocho, split them out as you want, cause there are people to rely on

Jirocho...

Otose: You finally became an adult Jirocho.

Jirocho: And you became decrepit.

Saigo: Oh my! For once we finally meet, the 4 devas, the only thing they do is fight! Isn’t that night so fun? But sorry, maybe i am in the way?

Otose: No Saigo, here, take a cu p of sakè, anyway if the earth wasn’t on the verge of destruction we would never had the chance to put things in orders like that,that’s why I feel some sort of gratitute from this situation. In times like this there are things you can’t see or feel so im am really glad since a long time, i feel that in a night like that i really love the ones called humans, and if even this would be my last night, it would not be so bad.

Jirocho: Hey, are you drunk?

Kagura: Even if they fleed away, the liberation army left some big wounds..

Shinpachi: Thre’s nothing we can do, the only thing we ewere able to make them go away is a miracle. Or well, the fact that people were able to fight in such tragic situation was a miracle. And not only here in kabuki cho, bu all over Edo, people gave all its power to make it. Maybe that’s why this miracle did happen.

Shinpachi: You always been an intrusion!!

Gedoumarou: But the pandemonium is a snack that is able to cure ilness, it is useful for so many things..

Shinpachi: What the hell is that disgusting thing!!

Pandemonium san: I am really a n intrusion? Don’t worry i will soon be away I am really became a naughty girl right? Iwill not be an intrusion anymore

Shinpachi: The only intruson here is my heat, it can’t be in peace if you can’t stay forever with me!!

Kagura: The biggest intrution here is you.

Otae: Shinchan, Kagura chan, you can stop with the tsukkomi and rest now.

Kagura: Anego!!

Otae: Gedoumarou san and the others didn’t only fight but even if they are tired, they are helping everyone resting doung a lot of duties! We are not tired yet, so we can take this turn too

Shinpachi: SO that was your real intentions!

Otae: Gedoumarous san and the others are the ones giving food to the injuried

Shinpachi: An you call that food??

Otae: Seimei san and the others are keeping a eye and protecting the city.

Seimei: Fear our way to keep a watch

Douman: What? Fear our way to keep a watch!

Shinpachi: Who is keeping a watch on the ones keeping a watch???

Otae: Ketsuno ana is helping with prayers

Ketsuno ana: Tomorrow’s weather will be a refreshing sun! the perfect one for a war!

Shinpachi: SO ther ewill be still war???

Otae: In a time like this every one is doing what it can, so you two can go to rest. You worked a lot, now you only have to think to rest

Dude: But.. but the enemy can be back, i feel nervous..

Otae. It’s ok, we are here, now eat and g oto sleep

Shinpachi: SIster!! this is not sleep!! that is a finishing blow!!

Gedoumarou: Well!! that’s the perfect chance!! put a pandemoniom in their mounth while sleeping!

Shnpachi: Oiii!! why this two are even part of the feeding party??? Some one!! bringsome real food!!

Pandemonium san: At lest you finally confessed to me... I never realized that Shinpachi kun felt the same as me, we were never togheter so i had never the change to confess myself.. but Shinpachi kun i really want you to eat me. Good bye I love you.

Shinpachi: Soon!!! bring all the pandemnium to me!!!

Kagura: Shinpachi, you really need some rest.

...: I came back directly from a fight, and i am so tired, but i am finally here by your side, i am back Otae san.

Otaemonium: W.. welcome back Kondo san!!

Kondo: Otae san!!

Otaemonium: Kondo san!!

Otae: That’s not Otae san!!

Kondo: Otae san is always so violent in every occasion.. it’s so useless...

Shinpachi: Let your hands off from my pandemonium!!

Otae: what was that?

Gedoumarou: Pandemoniun’s allucinations techniques

Toshi: Waht the hell, I thought that he end of the wrold would affect you in some way, but here nothing changed. really nothing.

Okita: What are you saying Hijikata san, Kondo san is having what he wants

Toshi: He always got that

Otae: It was about time for you to come back, with the eart ending.. you police never change

Sacchan: I don’t know about earth, but it seems there is still a place to come back, and to want to protect, I’m back nad welcome back, even if that is a blunt place.

Otae: Welcome back to you all, but it seems one thing is wrong here, o yeah! it seems you want to rest and seek some good words from others, so thanks for your hard work!

Kagura: Anego that is wrong

[layesica]

Goodbye 2018: A Year in Review with Some Stuff Left Out

Guys… this year, I saw Dear Evan Hansen. Well… I guess we’re done here!

Yeah. You’re not getting off that easy. I would very much like to have a rant here, but I’m resisting the temptation. What’s done is done, so no point in wasting time thinking about it. 

Have I ever done this as bullet points? Do I always do it as bullet points, but don’t remember that because I’m tired? Well, here are the bullet points of a year gone by…

JANUARY

• Started the year with Pack people. No kiss at midnight. This was a continuing trend…

• My schedule was all over the place. Tech and Front of House all willy-nilly.

• Started Grad Revue at Second City. I worked with a whole new group of people because that’s how it worked for me. Worked in the office to pay for it.

• Started my second Whole Life Challenge.

• Auditioned for the Universal Studios Tour Guide Program. Got the callback, but failed the improv. This was a continuing trend…

• For fun? Oh! I went roller skating for Sandy’s birthday. I friggin’ love roller skating, y’all!

• Rediscovered the Los Feliz 3. Saw Lady Bird and I, Tonya.

FEBRUARY

• Things got a little more ordered. Grad Revue, Second City office, Very Famous… all my nights were allocated!

• I started working exclusively tech at The Pack and exclusively Fridays. Hunter asked me to host Go Sketch Yourself, so Katie D. and I did it from the booth. My very niche bad tech sketch went over so well with this crowd!

• Went to the Opera for the first time to see Candide. It had Kelsey Grammar in it? Still enjoyable.

• Met some friends at Gracias Madre. I’d been wanting to try it since I moved here. Finally! Expensive and scene-y, but good!

• At the end of the month, I went part-time at the hotel because… well, there were no benefits to being there full-time, and I have shit to do, y’all!

• Got a Conan taping in there.

• Ordered some Samoas from a neighborhood Girl Scout. Someone tried to sabotage me, but I got those cookies and put them in my face! Finally!

• This year had two themes: 1) Forgiveness and, conversely, 2) You are dead to me now. Forgiveness started at the end of this month. It was an awkward first step, but sometimes it’s good to take a first step. I guess it’s just looking at the big picture of whether, as a whole, someone is a positive in your life or a negative.

• I did something terrible. I killed Gary. He was a delightful little aloe (according to Reddit, an aloe aristata). He was in a sugar skull planter from Trader Joe’s. I couldn’t tell that I was overwatering him. I overwatered him to death. I am a terrible plant parent. I still feel awful.

• Another loss. My trusty Herschel backpack finally gave out. So, I got a new one. Not a Herschel. A cheaper one.

MARCH

• Mom and Dad came to visit. They got a nice AirBNB right down the street from me... but the plumbing was shot. So we got to spend a week at The Hollywood Hampty! (Thanks, George!) We went to a Conan taping. We went to Madame Tussaud’s… um… yeah. Did the double decker tour bus that I get for free because I sell them at work. We dropped by Eataly. I need to go back there. We got free breakfast every day!

• I went to a party! I don’t normally do that.

• I got to be in Book Report at The Pack. Buzz Aldrin was seated in the front row I had to do a quick change into an elaborate costume and ran out with my dress tucked into my tights.

• I learned that when you do someone a huge favor, they don’t always reciprocate in kind, so you should bear that in mind when you choose to share.

APRIL

• Took a day trip to Venice and Santa Monica. Walked around the canals. That was neat.

• I doggie-sat for George and Ian with Parker -- a very, very good dog. Their apartment is so serene PLUS they left me gin and tonic and an adorable call sheet with Parker’s day outlined. Nice!

• I interviewed for the page program at Paramount thanks to Sandy’s recommendation. Didn’t get it. Maybe they felt like I was too old. I don’t know. They seemed impressed with my resume, but I still haven’t been called in for an interview for a regular job. This is a continuing trend… At least I got to have some Texas-style margaritas in the build up.

• Started Sketch 3 at The Pack. Old version. Just talking about the history of comedy and other comedy nerd / writer pursuits with Mike Upchurch . This may have been my favorite comedy class ever. Got some insider Mr. Show information. It’s the fandom that keeps giving!

• Saw Scott Thompson’s Buddy Cole Monologues at UCB. Accidentally made eye contact with Bruce McCulloch. It was a very exciting night for me.

• During Very Famous’s April Show, I gave this gift to my family back in Texas.

MAY

• Gallegos visited and did Go Sketch Yourself.

• He and Eloy came to opening night of my Grad Revue — Clickbait & Switch. Oh yeah! My Grad Revue at Second City opened.

• FYC Season, y’all! Netflix had some good stuff! I got to take a picture of Emily with Marty Short which enjoying the open bar and passed tray foods.

• Lindsey came to visit. Lots of Marvel. I probably will not be seeing any more Marvel, though. Unless they hire me for that job I applied for. Then, I would love Marvel! We went to Universal and my favorite Harry Potter ride broke down. Then, we rode it again immediately. And then I had motion sickness that lasted 7 days

• Brent Forrester started a series of Comedy Knowledge Drops at Dynasty Typewriter. They were so good! He is great!

• Put up a sketch at The Pack’s Ladies of Sketch Night with a dream team of actors. Also, go to dance again, but, sadly, I always end up in the back. Too many ladies!

• My calendar simply says “BOB!” I imagine I saw Bob at something… Oh, Dynasty Typewriter! It was fundraiser for one of their employees to renew her visa or something. Took photos of Emily and a very nice BrBa/BCS fan with Bob before we walked through Murder Park to get to the train.

• An actor that I very much had a crush on stayed at our hotel. He’s been on a downhill slide for a while and was obviously pretty high. He was also a jerk to the person who check him in. But he was nice to me… and when he smiled at me while thanking me for calling a cab, I kind of died a little on the inside. I wish I had the video from our security cam, but I’ll just have to remember it in my mind. When I got home from work and turned on the TV, there he was in a terrible movie.

• Went on an easy hike to a waterfall in Altadena.

JUNE

• Went to ATX fest again! Mom & Dad came and stayed a night at the hotel with me. Lindsey and Andrea met up the second day. It wasn’t as fun because I live in this place where I’m constantly surrounded by TV stuff. They did a Better Call Saul thing, so I got to go to that. I had some TexMex. It was A LOT.

• Flew back from Texas earlier than I had planned because our Grad Revue closed that Sunday. We did our final show, then received our diplomas and t-shirts. I am now a Second City Graduate. But not “Alumni.” That’s different… and also not possible in Hollywood. I also resigned from my work-study job with enough hours to take 3 more classes. It was sad, but I needed that time back to make money.

• Took in some Fringe shows. I’m so supportive! But also, the lack of reciprocal support is not exclusive to comedy people. That’s a thing I learned.

• I auditioned for Sketch at Second City. Didn’t get it. This is a continuing trend…

• Went on a little weekend trip to Long Beach. Checked out the aquarium. Did a whale tour. Saw an actual whale tail. Had some decent barbecue. Got a sunburn. I recommend the Hotel Maya near the Queen Mary. All the cookies you can eat! And they have fire pits!

JULY

• This was a light month, but that was fine because…

• I went to Comic Con in San Diego! We got volunteer badges. I ended up catching a ride with my friend, Osiokeh, so I got to spend one night at the hotel connected to the Convention Center. So nice! Well, I spent part of the night because there was a Better Call Saul Panel in Hall H, so I had to camp out waiting for my wristband. Of course, they had issues and that took forever. Then, I slept for 4 hours then went to get back in line. I sat through so much stuff AND that place pretty much emptied out for some boring panels. Not enough for me to upgrade my seating, but I could have just not done that at all.I did not budget enough time to get to my volunteer shift, so I had to scoot as soon as that was over. My volunteer job SUCKED! Gordon was nice enough to come look for me, but they didn’t allow us to have phones, so I missed him. So sad. What a sweetheart, though. :(

• Volunteering at Comic-con… Oof! I just kept getting the wrong shifts. They were torturous! The last day was a complete mess, and I was one of the last volunteers standing… because of course I was. At the end of all this, I was like, “NEVER AGAIN!” I did enjoy finding a hotel to work at and just people watching. I guess the first year is when you learn. I totally missed the badge sale for 2019!

• I finally started Improv 2 at The Pack. Neal Dandade was great! All new people again!

AUGUST

• Did a better convention… CAT CON! Now, this is where I belong. I won a Litter Genie and the cat-weed company gave Penelope a CatIt Flower Fountain. She is obsessed! So, I guess it may have been better than weed. We may never know. I met Cindy from @foster_kittens. She was very nice… but the main event was meeting Felix. He was so soft, but so over being petted by strangers! I signed up to be a foster, but with a chupacabra in our apartment, I decided against it. That’ll change.

• Season 3 of Better Call Saul started. Then I started a class, so I had to miss watching it live. Emily and I watched the first one with… some refreshments. It was so good! I am turning on Jimmy as he turns into Saul though. Like, I super hated him right at the end there. We’ll wait for Gene to roll around. Oh Gene. My heart.

• Went to San Diego for a weekend. Nice to check it out as a tourist. Walked across a swinging bridge. Spent hours at the USS Midway. Went on a paddle boat ride. Checked out a Padres game at Petco Park. Almost died on a Bird scooter.

• Finally started that Late Night Writing class. It finally worked out. I love it. I wrote jokes and people liked them. I guess I can write them after all.

• Took a one-day class on sketch writing from improv with Kevin McDonald from Canada’s Kids in the Hall. It was fun. Lots of nerds. We wrote 2 sketches.

• Went to see David Cross with Emily. Took myself to Umami before hand. We got some Bonus Bob!

• Other shows: So You Do Comedy…? at UCB. Chris had John and Jessie Ennis. That was fun. Kevin McDonald did a variety show at the Lyric Hyperion Theater. First time there. Cute place! We sat so close. Tim Heidecker dropped a guitar stand on me.

SEPTEMBER

• Improv 3 at The Pack Started. Shaun Landry showed us how to be actors. We did prepared monologues for a class that John Conroy subbed. Shaun said he told her he wanted to tape one of them because it was so good. She said Justin. There was no Justin. No one even close except Jessica. So, I’m just gonna assume he meant me. Because I need it for this next thing…

• Submitted a reel to be a performer on my or a TPT Sketch Team. Didn’t get a callback. I’m starting to think maybe I am not a good performer. But giving up isn’t a thing I do, so I’ll keep trucking along. At least I get to feel like I’m SNL-era Bob Odenkirk. And from what I heard from a person who worked with him around this time, we have/had about the same pitching style for this level in our careers. That makes me feel better. But, like, he was at SNL and I’m at a little theater in Hollywood… and also he’s a genius… so maybe not that much the same.

• The good news is that I get to continue as a writer on Very Famous.

• I also got to play a terrible British stereotype in a sketch with friends at Go Sketch Yourself and UCB’s Everybody Get In Here. Multiple people told me how funny they thought I was in it. I accidentally dressed like Oliver Hardy, but thinner and with boobs.

• Dana Gould did Chopping Block at The Pack. That was amazing! They needed extras and, oh, how I wanted to be in something one of my heroes wrote… but also I wanted to watch it. So I chose the latter. I’m good with that.

• At work, a guy from Fox News yelled at me over the phone because of something dumb. I don’t even remember. Cool guy.

• Briefly joined an improv practice group. Quickly realized that I am too poor for that.

• Started another Whole Life Challenge. It had been a while.

• Went to another Conan taping. It turned out to be the last. September 18. 25 years and 5 days after I first watched Conan on late night television. A few weeks after this, the hour-long show would cease to be. A total surprise to me. A half-hour replacement coming in January.

OCTOBER

• Oh yeah! Back in September, Andrew asked if I would like to be in The Ointment at The Pack. Um… OF COURSE! So I got to play a character who murdered her husband… 10 years after she wrote a blog post about how she would do it. I also played an Octopus tentacle. It was so fun!

• Ian asked me to be in some short, blackout videos he was making to remind people to vote. That was fun, too!

• Briana asked me to be in her sketch for Tales from the Laugh Dimension at The Pack. Duh! Of course! I also did a couple of things with her for open mic sketch shows. It was a lot of fun.

• The best thing about all these parts I got was that right around this time, someone who was grasping at straws to make me a bad person declared that I was “angry about all the sketches I didn’t get cast in.” LOL Yeah, about that. So, I guess things do happen for a reason.

• After a couple months of looking for a full-time position, so I could get out of my living situation because of it being a danger to Penelope, I kicked that into overdrive. I wish I could have kept my old place, as I was the only one who really loved it, but also, all the sage in the world wouldn’t be able to vanquish the bad joo-joo. This turned out for the better in the long run.

• But more good things happen! Hunter suggested that I help produce a show at The Pack for Halloween as part of WPCK. We did an exquisite corpse with all-female writers and an all-female cast (but a male director because… I guess… let’s not go overboard?) based on the Bill Joel video for Allentown, the play No Time for Sargents (watch the TV version of this, please) and Ragnar Benson’s series of survival books. I got a pretty big part and memorized the shit out of my lines… only to have my entire intro skipped. So, I had some confusing costuming, but the whole thing was kind of that way… and I guess we can just blame the format anyway. It was still fun. And I got to go eat Doomie’s with some great ladies!

• Finally got to see 1970s-style Hollywood Boulevard thanks to that Tarantino movie. I was only there for the throwback architecture. Walking home after class, I saw Brad Pitt.

• Took myself to the beach again.

NOVEMBER

• November 1. The day I saw Dear Evan Hansen. I was not ready. It was so good! I cried the entire time. I tried to win the ticket lottery every day. I listen to the soundtrack constantly. I may have to wait, like, 3 years to see it again.

• The next day, I picked up my rental. I deserve a break, so I took one in the form of a road trip along the PCH. I ram some errands in Burbank, then drove through Malibu Canyon to start in Malibu. It was beautiful. How have I never been to Malibu before after 2+ years in LA? The first day, I stopped in San Luis Obispo. Oof! At least the Embassy had a good evening reception. I ordered some Santa Maria steak on Postmates and it was so good! Then, I just relaxed. SLO is not that exciting. 

• Day 2, I drove up to Monterey. It took forever. But it was BEAUTIFUL. Just singing Dear Evan Hansen songs and trying to pay attention to the road. In Monterey, I went to some beach locations, like where John Denver crashed his plane. Then I watched the sun set on the beach. The Embassy there did not have a good evening reception.

• On the last day of my road trip, I drove up to San Jose to go to the Winchester Mansion. It was really neat, but not as exciting as I thought it would be. Still enjoyable. Had an expensive burger, went on a disappointing detour trying to find a Peet’s, then drove in the dark on The 5 back to LA. Wow! There is nothing there.

• The last day with the car, I took Penelope to the vet. Got the works. She’s all good. Didn’t even need a teeth cleaning.

• Station Theater’s Can’t Tell Us Nothing won Matt Besser’s Improv for Humans contest. They did a show at UCB, so reunited with some Houston improv folks. And also someone I worked with at the WPCK thing. Worlds collide!

• Saw a screening of Stan & Ollie at IFC Fest. The acting was great!

• There was a book event for Paul Myers’ book about Kids in the Hall at UCB with Dave and Scott. Scott is a force of nature. I love him so much! Also, Paul Myers is Mike’s brother… or Mike Myers pretending to be a guy named Paul who is also his brother.

• When I was in high school and college, there was a stand up / storytelling show in LA called Uncabaret. If I lived in LA, I would have gone. Now that I do, I went to their 25th anniversary show. It was a room full of people from the 90s, still in the 90s. Not a complaint.

• Late one night, I saw that Katie was subletting the apartment she had just moved out of. A studio in Hollywood in my budget, bills included. By the end of the month, I had the keys to that apartment. I should have gone ahead and put my notice in for December 1, but I got nervous. I ended up paying rent on 2 places.

• Started Improv 4 at The Pack. Rich is great! He has the perfect personality of a person I can get along with.

• Thanksgiving at Fogo de Chao is TOO MUCH MEAT!

• Very Famous got into SF Sketchfest! Finally going to San Francisco!

DECEMBER

• Packing! That pretty much sums it up. I rented a car for the small stuff. Asked for help with the big stuff. We did it! Penelope and I are free!

• Ian asked me to be in his directorial debut at Second City — A Fonzie Scheme. We did rehearsals to generate material. It was fun.

• I saw Come From Away. I mean, after Dear Evan Hansen, I thought I would never be able to love a new musical, but this one got me. It was good.

• I got older. For my actual birthday, we went to a Yoga guru’s Winter Solstice Celebration — even though it wasn’t the solstice yet. We did some intention setting and white people dancing and healing breathing and tarot card pulling and labyrinth walking and fireside singing. Then we got ice cream. The following day, I invited some people to bottomless mimosa brunch. It was a great time! A single mimosa, followed by a carafe of mimosa, then another single mimosa is the perfect amount of mimosa. Then, I bought some corn cookies and a slice of crack pie from milk bar.

• Spent the next few days getting the apartment in order, so I could come back home to not a mess after the holidays. I did a lot, so I’m looking forward to getting home to Penelope.

• Capped off a creative year by submitting my very first late night-style writing packet. A warmup for the NBC Late Night Writers Workshop. Guys, I’ve known it my whole life: I friggin’ love late night!

• And just for good measure, my $400 (I got them on sale for $75) sunglasses broke. I was tempted to get some Ray Bans, but opted for some MUCH cheaper Target ones. RIP Jimmy Choo star sunglasses. They were good to me for like 3 years AT LEAST.

• Went back home for the holidays. Spent a lot of quality time with Mom and Dad. Saw Mark and Jacob. Didn’t get nearly enough writing done. Didn’t finish my book. At least I got to mostly relax. Mom let me win at Scrabble a couple times before winning like 12 times after that.

A LOOK AHEAD

Tonight for New Year’s Eve, Emily, Ian and I are going to see Bob and Naomi’s Not Inappropriate Show at UCB. Then later, we are going to the New Years Eve celebration at Dynasty Typewriter. They got a lot going on over there.

I tried to focus on the high points of this past year. The low points were pretty low. I’ve struggled this year, but have done my best to try and stay positive. I lived and I learned.

The word of the year for 2019 is BUDGET. I am going to set myself up with the tools I need to budget my money, budget my time and budget my food. The main focus will be finding a new job. That has been a big issue since I moved to LA. I’m wearing myself out. 

I need to cut myself some slack this year, but also continue to get shit done and be better at that.

I hope the rest of you have a wonderful year. And, if you made it this far, why are we not best friends and going to Salt & Straw every month or laughing and bitching over bottomless mimosas every other weekend? I need more of that!

BONUS

Annual kitty feet, anyone?

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Did you know when I was a kid, I don’t like waking up really early in the morning - mga around 4:30 AM. Because I feel nga everything is so cold, quiet, sad depressed. It was also around amo na nga time nga malakat na si Papa for work. Gadugang akon kasubo because it meant amo na ka aga may malakat na. The sounds of keys nga gina pick up sa table, the creaking of the door kag lone footsteps ni papa are still clear in my mind. It bothered me gid for a while sang childhood ko. Maayo gid nga sang nagcollege ako nadula man ang feeling ko nga amo na because suddenly nag iba na gid ang environment.

But then lately, a few weeks ago, I felt the same sensations. Nagbalik - after a very long time. The cold, quiet, depressing atmosphere. Pero interestingly, it hit me at certain times lang. Bal an mo naman na siguro kung sa kung ano nga mga times ina.

First… let me start danay, with this talk, way back 2016 where we hit the 5-Year mark sang mga couples.

They say may ara 3 ka “trials” ang mga couples in the relationship:

>the 3rd Year mark

>the 5th Year mark

>the 7th Year mark

Amo nga mga marka ang gatest gid sang “strength” of the relationship: ang realization of the couples kung gusto gidman nila ang isa kag isa, kag ang commitment nila makita nila kung true gidman.

Siguro sugudon ko ni sa paghambal nga, nagkasala gid kita nga padayunon pa ang relationship. Because mid-2016 nga ni, you were already falling out - because you found a new guy. And to think, I was not even that busy that time. Sure may pressure sa work and all, but I always find time to be with you. Diba perme ko gani gatulog sa San Antonio? I could not recall a moment where nagkulang ako sa point nga to. But anyway, natabo ang natabo. I will never forget what you said to me back then sa plaza - the day you broke up with me -

“Lao, pangitaon ko danay kag baguhon ko gid sarili ko”

“Lao, di mo gid deserve ang tawo nga pareho sakon”

“Na fall out na ako”

At that moment, feeling ko luya luya. Di ko kabalo maano ko. I felt hopeless, angry, sad and frustrated. I tried everything, even before pa sang plaza night, nga mag effort pa gid 200% para lang ma tauhan ka kag mag change imo mind. Kay before pa sang talk ta to, you were already texting me kag giving signs nga “indi ka na”. I cried. I cried so much to the point nga my sleep was affected. Perme lang gasakit akon heart. I wanted the pain to stop. But kada strya ko simo wala gid ya sang hint of hope nga magbalik ka.

I tried everything to make you feel happy and make you come back sa relationship. I found my faults kag gintry ko kay uhon - so I learned to cook for you, I tried to be more social sa family mo, I never fail to text you every day and most of all, I learned to give you space nga you said nga “need mo gid”. Ginhatag ko gid na, because bal an ko, nga bisan ano ta ka kapalangga, kung gusto mo amo na nga may space ka, willing gid ko ihatag, alang alang sa aton relationship.

Each passing day, ga guho gid mundo ko. Routine ko naguba. Because masyado ako ka dependent sa relationship kag sa imo - asta sa punto nga ginabaton ta man ka gihapon despite your faults. May times gid of the day nga I really wished I could text you or call you man lang but alang alang sa gusto mo, gin tiis ko gid nga indi pag pinduton ang send.

You said you wanted me to move on and find someone who can make me happy. Amo gid ina nga mga words nagdugang pa sa pain ko. Because you know too well nga I still love you so much that time. The way ka pa maghambal, in text or in person, ka-cold. As if super okay lang gid simo. It broke my heart gid.

Ka cold, ka hipos. I was lost. I felt helpless. I was thinking nga.. maybe this really is it… 5 years….

For a while, nag suffer gid ko. Gin tiis ko gid ang pain. Kag ginpagwa ko man. Ubos ko ka hibi. I was even so desperate nga nag himo2 pa ako video. Amo na to akon last resort.

Then fast forward sang nabal an ko kag na confirm nga may gin ilis ka gidman sakon. And it was during sa pag lakat nyo sa Guim. Indi bi ako sanay nga wala ka naga text gihapon for that day and I tried calling pero busy… so I texted si tatay mo instead. ..May seminar ka daw sa guimaras amo na wala siguro signal. Sa pagliwat liwat ko basa ga sink nga ga sink dughan ko. Kay I know lain ang reason….. I can’t describe my feelings back then, pero I remember them. Basta it hurt so much. Isip ko, amo ka na kadasig mag ilis sa akon. I didn’t know why or ngaa sa tanan nga tawo sa kalibutan amo pa sadto ginpang agyan ko, nga wala man ko may ginaubra nga sala. At that point I wanted to quit my job and just stay sa balay forever. I wanted to scream in pain kag mag hinibi lang asta matulugan ako. It was a very different situation because unlike sa ginapang do mo nga iban, may love factor ka na nga ginasulod sa upod mo nga to sa Guim.

Again, ang pain nga ginpangbatyag ko sa weeks nga amo to ang pinaka intense nga na feel ko all my life. The most depressing part of my life. I never felt so alone gid ya. Diri ko mahambal, honestly, nga wala gid to may makaperde sa na feel ko that time compared sa other moments in my life.

Ginpagwa ko gid tanan. I cried so much. I accepted the pain. Gin baton ko ang akon sitwasyon.

……And you know what? I then tried to be strong. Because I can clearly see sa imo nga you are happy. Nga mas ok simo hambal mo nga friends nalang ta. Gin deny ko pa gid ya ang sitwasyon. Until sa time nga nangita nalang gid ako distraction. Nag attempt nga mag balik sa dating game. And then I met someone nga makapa happy sakon, I think.

But, fast forward liwat… gin stop mo ko. And forced me to come back with you. Because apparently.. “natauhan ka” and na realize mo nga sala gali kag palangga mo gali ako, and nag huo huo man ko.

Based sa strya ko, na notice mo ang mga sala sa mga ginpang ubra ta?

Sa akon side:

1. Gin dibdib ko gid kag nagpaapekto ako to the point nga nag sala sala ko.

2. Nangin desperado ako kag nag effort pa gid sa tawo nga indi gid nya ako deserve. Gin bayaan mo ako so ano pa ang pulos nga mag effort pa ko diba?

3. Nangin dependent gid gali ako sa relationship asta sa punto nga ginapabay an ta nalang nga nga diktahan ako kung ano ubrahon ko

4. I loved you more than I loved myself. Ginpabay an ko akon health kag self. Looking back naluoy gid ko sa una nga Lao.

5. Gin gaan ta man ka chance despite sa klaro nga pag into mo sa akon. :(

Sa imo nga side:

1. Gin breakan mo ko in the middle of a relationship nga happy pa ako.

2. Ginadungan mo ko sa, more than just one person that time.

3. Wala ka ga learn sa imo mistakes in the past

4. Gin hurt mo ko, and yet you did not care.

5. And the worst of all, you continued to control and take advantage of me.

Amo na akon concern sa imo. You keep on controlling me and taking advantage of certain situations because I was too obsessed nga mangin perfect aton relationship to the point nga gina accept ta ka bisan mag inano and continued on hoping and praying nga mag bag o ka.

But na notice mo ako kung ano gin ubra ko sang ikaw ang gusto makipag break? I did not control you, nor attempt to force you nga magbalik sakon. I did not threat you or your lover. I did not beg consistently and annoy you with texts kag chats kag calls.

You want to know why wala ta ka gina control kag gina force? Because gin palangga ta ka. Because gin accept ko akon fate. Gin accept ko kag most of all, respeto ang imo decision.

It was extermely hard. Grabe. But natabo na to - you made up your mind. Wala na ko may maubra but just accept it.

I tried to move on amat amat. Baby steps. Basta ara lang gid ang strength ko mag bangon everyday. Gina isip ko lang gid nga every day is a new opportunity for me. And that every day I will make it without you. Amat amat lang.

Kita mo… Kaya ko. Kinaya ko. You just have to accept everything. Because not all the time ma uyon ang universe sa imo. Not everything ma control mo. And ako, you just have to accept na indi mo na gid ako ma bawi. No matter what you do.

Kung may sala ka you should take responsibility kag batunon ang mga consequence nga dala sina. Be aware nga once you hurt someone, that someone will never be the same. If he wants you to leave, then leave. Don’t force yourself sa iya because ginapa build up mo lang gid ang depression kag pain sa iya.

I have already given you countless chances. I have already given you so many options. Gin change ko pa akon morals and principles para lang mag ayon pa gid sa aton. Indi na pagka martyr ginhimo ko nga ni. And you know it. Sobra sobra na and I can only handle too much.

Sang first week of January, sang may nabal an naman ko, honestly, wala na gid ko ya may na feel. Everything feels so numb. I realized I don’t love you anymore and I am only sticking gyapon sa relationship because gina isip ko nga “kanugon” nga “maguba routine ko” nga “madula ka na gid”. But sala gid na tanan.

1. Indi sya kanugon. Gina isip naton nga, 6 years, wow, dugay na. But no, kung ang sulod man lang sa relationship is constant cheating kag sige keep secrets, indi gin na healthy.

2. Maguba routine ko huo. But it’s for the better. It’s a chance for me to reevaluate myself kag mangin stress free gid.

3. Madula ka na gid? Actually kung paminsaron mo.. indi man muna matabo. Eventually we will become friends and that’s what matters. Nga despite sang ginapang agyan, we learn to forgive each other and move on.

I loved you, Ken Olivares. No doubt gid sina ya. I gave you everything and more for the past 6 years. Naubra ko na ang tanan. And apparently, it was not enough. It was never enough.

Ken, kung ako palangga mo, sa una pa lang nga dakop simo last 2011, gina bag o mo na self mo. Pero hindi e. Gin una mo gid perme imo self. Kadugay ko gid ni na realize - nga it’s all about you gid ya. You always want me to do this and do that. Para mangin comfortable ka liwat. Wala mo na ginalantaw ang akon side. Nga kung sa diin ako ya happy. Gina condition mo na sarili mo nga piliton ako sa gusto mo. It’s wrong Ken. It’s wrong nga mag muna ka. This time around, indi na ko madala na gid. Accept that fact.

I will never go back sa relationship. Time and time again gin manage mo gid nga gub on ang trust ko. Dapat may consequence ka dira pero wala eh. Subong batunon mo na….Kay I finally have the courage to say no. No to hurt na gid. No to more hibi, No to your lies and broken promises.

For years na trap gid ako sa toxic nga relationship naton. I was unhappy gid kag stressed. Perme ta ka gina stalk kag ga worry gid ko every now and then. I was really down most of the time pero la ko lang ginapabalo. I had no one to talk to sa akon problema. Gina isip ko gihapon ang illusion nga happy pa ta kag maybe, just maybe mag bag o ka. Pero year after year, you keep failing me. Na trauma gid ako sa kadamo damo lang gid nga pain nabatyag ko. But you were given damo damo man nga opportunities. And you took them for granted.

Subong, you need to learn a lesson. And you need to know nga you really don’t deserve someone who was willing to give all his love and support for you and live like a normal and healthy couple. You don’t deserve someone who treats you and loves you unconditionally when all you did was to lie and cheat behind his back constantly. I really reached my limit this time.

Ang key lang gid abi sa isa ka good relationship is trust. Amo lang gid na.

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So amo ni akon strya. I just want to tell you nga natabo man sa akon ang gakatabo man sa imo subong. I’ve been through that and so much worse. I’ve lived through 6 years worth of depression and emotions full of ups and downs.

I still want the best for you, kahit papaano I’ve had so many great memories man with you. But today amo lang gid na sila, just memories nalang gid. I hope you could find happiness on your own. Indi mo lang gid ako tani pag piliton na sa imo gusto. Imo na ya Ken. Not mine. And ginahambal ko na nga daan, nga mabigo ka lang kung sigehon mo pa.

There’s no more love for me to give. Gin close ko na akon heart and mind sa imo. Budlay sya Ken I know. As in budlay budlay gid. But it’s the right thing for us to do. For the sake sang akon sanity, happiness and above all akon pagpalangga.

You need to re evaluate yourself gid danay. Change not because para sa akon. Change ka para sa imo self. Learn to be faithful and loyal to people. Find more time to realize your faults. Repent ka sa mga sala mo and give yourself time to heal. Love your family more. Pray.

Indi ko magtago grudge sa imo or hate or ano man da nga negative emotions. I will find my own happiness and start over sa lost time nga nag labay. It’s not your fault totally because I too was too stupid to move on before.

If you really do love me Ken, you need to stop pursuing the relationship. You need to stop gluing back the pieces kay sobra sobra na ka broken. You need to let go of your mindset nga “need” mo ako. You never really needed me kay I was acting as your safety net. Every time magkasala ka naga salig ka nalang nga mangin ok kita gihapon, because gin sanay ta ka.

You need to set me free.

Maybe in the future, who knows. We may find ourselves walking in the same path again. Who knows, maybe you’re a better lover na gid. Who knows, maybe may ara gali iban nga plans si Lord sa aton. I will never forget you and I will still be here as a friend for you.

It will be hard. Super. Very. Grabe. As. In. Pero I know kaya mo gid na ya. Madiskarte ka nga tawo and you will find a way to move on.

It will be worth it in the end.