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[wormbussy]

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[literallyjustchi]

Akademiya Chronicles

Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Chi, and I am a seasoned writer. :3 I've written a full novel, 20 chapters, and 44k+ words. I'm here to give you quality writing (fanfics and not) that you don't often see here on Tumblr... without all the grammatical errors and simple typos. I hope you enjoy my first chapter ever posted *here!*

tumblr keeps messing up my formatting and IDK WHY, SEND HELP!!!!!

(MC is female, and characters may or may not be OOC. I tried to keep them as in character as I could.)

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Kaveh burst through the Akademiya’s library doors dramatically and collapsed at the nearest table, which coincidentally happened to be mine. My fellow classmates gave him a dirty look but went along with their work, most likely used to–or tired of–Kaveh’s antics.

As for me, I was too busy studying for one of the many upcoming exams. It annoyed me how Alhaitham was at the top of the class without studying or trying, and I wanted to be better than him. I knew I was smarter… I just had to put in the work. Ultimately, it would all pay off, and I would get bragging rights.

Kaveh groaned. “I should just drop out. This whole Kshahrewar thing is hard.”

I rolled my eyes, flipping a page in my book. “Keep going. You’ve already spent so much money getting where you are.”

“Easy for you to say, miss perfect grades. At least you aren’t as dreadful as Alhaitham.”

“Please stop enunciating your words. It’s very annoying.”

He sighed. “I mean, how can someone be as ignorant and… dumb as him? I never knew someone could be as dense and arrogant as him until I met him!”

“Keep your voice down. We’re in a library.” Alhaitham was anything but dumb, but I didn’t feel like arguing.

Kaveh moped. “Nobody understands my woes.”

“I understand, Kaveh.” I just don’t care. Ouch. Is that a little harsh? I closed my book with a defeated sigh. “You wanna go get something to eat for lunch?”

“Together?” He gasped, earning another sharp glare from the others. “Of course! You’re paying, though. Right?”

I put my book into my tote bag and stood up. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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To my luck, Cyno and Tighnari were both at Puspa Café, with Cyno animatedly over-explaining the inner workings of Genius Invokation TCG even though Tighnari already knew all the nitty-gritty details.

Kaveh beamed. “Look, Cy and Ti are here! Let’s go talk to them.”

“I think I’ll pass.” If Alhaitham had one thing right, it would be that socializing was draining. I already finished my quota with the few words I exchanged with Kaveh.

Kaveh linked his arm with mine and dragged me to their table in the far corner next to a window, the sunlight filtering through. “Too bad. You need to get out more–have fun, y’know? Don’t want you to end up like Alhaitham, all moody and gloomy.”

Tighnari set down one of his cards and waved to us. “Look who decided to show up. My second favorite pair.”

“Who’s your first?” Kaveh asked.

Tighnari lowered his voice, “Cyno and Sethos, but you can’t tell them,” he said teasingly.

Cyno grimaced. “Gross. Sethos.”

I stifled a laugh. Cyno, though he’d never admit it, even if you put a musket to his head, had a soft spot for Sethos. It was mildly adorable.

Kaveh plopped on the bench, sitting next to Cyno. I, more gracefully and less rambunctiously, sat next to Tignhari with a small nod of acknowledgment.

Cyno shoved a stack of cards at Kaveh. “You’re playing. Here’s your deck. You know how to play?”

Kaveh took the deck and examined it. “Uh, sorta.”

“Good. Tighnari isn’t that good, so I hope you’re better.”

Tighnari rolled his eyes and slid an iced coffee my way. “I had a feeling you were coming.”

I took the coffee into my hands. I almost always came to the café to de-stress or as a break from my never-ending studies, so it was nice that Tighnari remembered, even though he didn’t often come to this side of Sumeru. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to agree to come with Kaveh.

The boys played a few rounds of TCG, with Kaveh losing to both of them. Tighnari had no idea what he was doing, but he was doing it better than Kaveh. It was funny to watch Cyno oneshot all of Kaveh’s active characters in one fell swoop, and Tighnari accidentally wiping out Kaveh’s supports and draining him of dice.

Tighnari leaned over to me and whispered while the others were too focused on their game to pay attention, “Don’t make this obvious, but Alhaitham just walked in.”

I nonchalantly looked toward the direction of the entrance. There he was, in all his glory. And sweat? Archons, save me.

It got much, much worse because Sethos was with him. Of course, Sethos was with him. He just had to be. This day couldn’t possibly get any better.

I winced, whispering back, “You didn’t tell him you and Cyno were here?”

“I didn’t know Kaveh was coming. Just you,” he replied.

“Well, what do we do?” “Reap what we sow, I guess. What is there to even do?”

“Prepare your shield of indifference and act like you saw or heard nothing.”

“Acting oblivious has never worked…”

“Today it will. Hopefully. Just act normal.”

Sethos was the first to spot us, his gigantic, shining smile vanishing like a smoldered flame once he saw Cyno. I averted my gaze and pretended I saw nothing.

My plan didn’t work because he and Alhaitham immediately made his way towards our table. Cyno and Sethos’s eyes locked in a fierce gaze, and I could’ve sworn that the pair wouldn’t pounce at each other like rishboland tigers if it weren’t for the fact that they had a crowd. I didn’t dare to look at Alhaitham, but I could see Kaveh scowl from the corner of my eye as I looked down at my lap.

After a long, awkward pause of silence, Tighnari spoke, “Hey, guys. Would you like to join us?” Kaveh and Cyno both muttered a “no,” while Alhaitham and Sethos said “sure.” It was almost comedic.

Sadly, Alhaitham was a freaking sadist because he sat next to me, leaving the only spot left for Sethos with Cyno and Kaveh. There was not a single doubt in my mind that he did that on purpose. The benches were supposed to only seat two people, but they could take three. It was a little cramped as Alhaitham’s thigh brushed against mine, and his hand would’ve done the same if it wasn’t wrapped around my coffee cup.

Definitely on purpose. And I hated that he pretended like nothing was happening.

Cyno pushed a deck into Sethos’s hands. “Join us.”

Sethos took the deck, looking at it like a challenge. Because it was.

Then, Cyno gave another to Alhaitham. “You can join, too, if you want. I think you’re a good player.”

Yeah, he was a good player.

Alhaitham took the deck. “Thanks. I’ll play.”

Cyno looked at me. I shook my head, and he shrugged. “You play really well, too. You could probably beat Al if you tried.”

I narrowed my eyes. He was definitely trying to egg me on, and I wasn’t going to take the bait. It was obvious bait–only an idiot would fall for it.

Alhaitham scoffed. “She couldn’t beat me if she tried.”

I snatched the spare deck from Cyno’s hands. “I’m in.”

Tighnari shook his head. “Here we go again…”

[itsukkie]

On My Mind

Characters: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Words: 3.1k

Genre: fluff :)

Summary: How long is it going to take for Tsukkishima to get over himself and finally confess to you? Five times Tsukki wanted to kiss you + the first time he did.

Edited?: nope

a/n: I’m new to tumblr! I’ve never written my own fic before. I mostly wrote this to cope with my own yearning... If you have any suggestions for how to improve my writing or formatting please let me know.

1) 

You never liked chemistry, but that’s why Tsukishima was there. You were fully capable of understanding the material by yourself but Tsukki didn’t have a great deal of faith in your patience.

You groaned slumping back into the kitchen chair and stared at the sheet in front of you. What were you doing wrong? Tsukishima could tell you were getting frustrated by the way your cheeks were flushed and the way your hands were tangled in your own hair as you racked your brain for the right answer. Tsukki briefly glanced at you, studying the way you furrowed your brows and pursed your lips while thinking before silently returning to his own work. Although his eyes were focused on his own work in front of him, he wondered why you hadn’t caved already and asked for his help. 

“Tsukki-,” you looked over at him.

“Do it yourself,” he replied, not even glancing up from his English homework. You let out a small huff. Why did he do that? He wanted to help you. He wanted to lean over your shoulder and feel the warmth of your back pressing against his chest and smell the honey tones of your shampoo. He wanted to see if he could make you flustered by whispering in your ear. But more than anything he wanted to see up close the look in your eyes when he told you that you were correct. So why did he do that? 

Maybe he could just walk to your side and lean over the table, using his hand to guide your face to look at his. How would you react if he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead, pulling you into his chest? Would your body relax under his if he whispered sweet affirmations, letting you know just how smart and amazing he thought you were?

But before Tsukki could act on any of his daydreams the front door thrashed open. You looked up to see Hinata and Kageyama panting, kneeling at your front door catching their breath. 

“I touched the door first,” Kageyama uttered in between shaky breaths. 

“I was first inside though!” Hinata yelled, getting up from the floor and walking toward the kitchen where you and Tsukki sat. “Y/N! Thank you once again for tutoring us on a weekend,” he said through a toothy smile.

Tsukishima sighed as he watched you close your chemistry textbook and greet his two annoying teammates. Pulling his headphones from around his shoulder and onto his ears, he tapped his foot to the sound of soft lofi music. But no matter how loud he set the volume, he couldn’t drown out the sound of your intoxicating voice. 

2) 

Tsukishima will deny the fact that he was eagerly awaiting your call when he heard a new art exhibition opened up in town. Of course he’d never have the guts to ask you himself, he just always counted on you to make the first move. 

That’s why both of you stood in front of a canvas encased in an elegant gold frame. Your eyes were fixed on the painting, and given the fact the tickets were 2000 yen Tsukki should’ve also been relishing in the beauty of the exhibit. But he just couldn’t take his eyes off you. The headphones that were wrapped around his head were silent, the calming voice of the tour guide on pause, preferring to hear you talk about how you read about this painting in an art history book. 

He loved the way your wide eyes sparkled, even in the dim lighting of the exhibit. When you walk forward, hoping to get a better view of the detail work, a gold ray of light, reflected off the statue standing behind you, makes its way onto your face, and Tsukishima swears you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. With all the people crowded in the exhibit he wonders why no one has yet to stop in front of you to admire you the way he does. And when your mouth slowly curls up into a smile he basks in your magnetism. 

He’s thankful you’re wearing headphones, listening to the virtual tour guide, because he forces himself to take a deep breath to stop himself from wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you into him. He wants to tell you just how grateful he is that you always ask him to come with you to visit new showcases, even though he rarely pays attention to the actual exhibit. He thinks to himself that this is probably the most romantic place to kiss you right now. But he holds back, turning on his heels and walking to the next painting. 

3) 

You were a smug little brat. Look at you smiling at him from across the classroom, your shoulders rolled back and your chest puffed up with confidence. Debate was Tsukki’s least favourite class activity given his natural aversion to public speaking. But in the moment Tsukishima barely realized that all eyes were on him as he stood at the podium, because how could he focus when you were right there, standing across from him, refuting his arguments one by one?

Tsukishima kept his usual cool outer appearance but he just wished he could let everyone know how proud he was whenever you delivered an especially cruel line. Look at them, that’s the one I love, and they’re smarter than any of you.  Of course it was just as fun watching you get flustered, stumbling over your own words trying to formulate your response to his remarks. 

Something about watching you argue ignited a fire under Tsukishima. You were throwing facts and evidence at him, smirking as the class banged their fists against their desks in support after every point you made. But Tsukki long forgot about his classmates, not even addressing them in his speech, he was only talking to you. 

You kept looking toward your peers, staring them in the eyes as you spoke with charisma. Look at me, Tsukki thought. He wanted you to look him in the eyes while you demolished his arguments. Watching your self-satisfied smile, he wanted to shut your mouth the one way he knew would make you stop talking. What would happen if he snuck his hand into your hair, pulled you to his chest and forced you to look up at him? Would you still have all the confidence you do now?

Tsukishima let a small smile form on his lips. You were too smart for your own good.

4) 

Tsukishima doesn’t understand why you prefer studying at a library when home is so much more comfortable. Plus, if you guys had just stayed home he wouldn’t have needed to walk in the freezing cold winter air with you to get home. But he agreed to coming with you anyway because for some reason it’s just too hard to say no to you.

At least his hands were warmed by the coffee cups he held in his hands. You were beaming about how you heard this place sells the best hot chocolate when you guys passed it. Now you were putting your wallet back in your bag as Tsukki held both of the cups for you. He remarks to himself that one day he’ll pay for both of you. When you grab your cup you shoot him a smile as you keep walking down the sidewalk. You take a large sip and yelp at the scorching temperature of the drink, your tongue now feeling numb.

“Idiot,” Tsukki utters, watching you fan your tongue. 

“Okay I probably should’ve let it cool down a bit, but it was so worth it, try it.” 

Tsukki glances down at your eager eyes and reluctantly lifts the cup to his mouth. Closing his eyes he slowly takes a small sip, careful not to burn himself and that’s when he hears your roaring laughter. When he looks down he sees what you’re giggling over. His vision was impaired, his glasses completely fogged up from the steam of his hot chocolate. Of course he couldn’t see you but he was sure you were relishing in how stupid he looked in that moment, but hearing your laugh he thought to himself that it might just be worth it. 

Still giggling you stand on your tippy toes and pull his glasses from off his face. Tsukishima is startled, although he doesn’t show it. He watches your blurry figure clean his glasses on your jacket before watching you slowly come into focus as you gently lay them atop his ears again. He realizes just how close your face is to him, he realizes how precariously you’re standing. If you were to lose balance you’d fall right into his chest, or maybe your lips might even collide with his. 

“What’re you thinking?” You ask, stepping back to look up at him. What is he thinking? He was thinking of how stunning you looked with snowflakes lightly decorating your hair and your nose and cheeks dusted red from the cold air. He was thinking about pulling you back up to where you were, holding onto your cheek and your waist and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

“It’s mediocre at best,” he scoffs and continues walking. You feign a hurt face and quickly catch up to him. He thinks that tasting the hot chocolate from your lips would make it infinitely better.

5) 

Tsukki wanted to kill whoever was knocking on his cabin door at 1am. He was already exhausted from all the hiking, climbing, and biking he had done the day before. Tomorrow morning his year would make their way back to school and Tsukishima hated sleeping on the bus. 

He groaned as he stood up from his bed, walking past a groggy Yamaguchi who also heard the soft knocks at the door. He opened it, looking through squinted eyes, and was unsurprised when he was met with the wide awake eyes of Hinata and Yachi, and a yawning Kageyama who lazily propped himself against the cabin wall. But he was shocked to see you with them, standing in your plaid pajama bottoms and an oversized hoodie. 

“Do you wanna go stargazing?” You asked, jumping up and down to keep yourself warm

Was that even a question? He hates to admit to himself how many times he has imagined a moment like this with you. 

“It’s way past curfew, we’re gonna get in trouble.” Tsukishima heard himself reply in a raspy voice. Yamaguchi poked his head out from behind Tsukki, seeing what all the commotion was about.

“We checked the teachers’ cabin and they’re all asleep, and we’ll be quiet.” Hinata was beaming with excitement. He wanted to try playing on the beach volleyball court. 

“Is it even possible for you to be quiet?” Tsukki glared, leaving Yamaguchi lightly chuckling. 

“Please,” you pleaded, making the saddest puppy eyes you could. How could he not say yes to your wide and playful smile? Before he knew it, he had thrown on a sweater and was quietly running along the dirt path. The six of you giggled and hushed each other as you made your way to the open field.

Tsukishima felt his heart stop completely when you took his hand, making him run alongside you after you noticed him lagging behind. Your laugh was the most contagious thing he’s ever heard. 

You two laid on the grass looking up at the clear night sky. You explained astrology to him while he rolled his eyes, and he explained the physics behind star formation. You had read about constellations and the Greek mythology behind them, and as you passionately ranted to him about the fresh-water serpent Hydra while pointing to the sky, he never lifted his eyes from your face. He noticed a few of your moles and freckles that dotted your side-profile, and in his head he created his own myth behind the creation of your constellation. 

You felt his gaze on your side-profile and when you turned your head to face him, his heart dropped and his hands twitched as they longed to reach out and brush through your hair. 

“What?” You smiled at him. Tsukishima wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful and that, despite all his best efforts, he had hopelessly fallen in love with you. Just look at you. You were so beautiful in the moonlight. He wished he could stare at you all night long, he wished the sun would never come out and he could lay there by your side forever. 

“You have dirt on your face,” he coldly let out, wiping at your chin and pretending to wipe the dirt of his finger before turning away from you to look back up. You muttered an embarrassed ‘thanks’ not even noticing the way his fingertips lingered on your cheek before looking back up as well. 

You both had turned silent, and Tsukishima was angry at himself for ruining the moment. He wished he was braver and bolder, he wanted the confidence to tell you how actually felt. But before he could think about it more, Hinata came running over, pulling you up from the ground and leading you to where Yamaguchi and Yachi found a frog. 

As Hinata tugged you away, running at lightning speed, you barely had the chance to look back at Tsukishima, who had sat up, watching you talk to his teammates. He dug the heels of his hand into his eyes, sighing before looking up at the moon. 

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it?” He whispered to himself.

6)

Tsukishima wasn’t himself today. How was he supposed to be when you weren’t there? He stared out the window all day instead of teasingly kicking the back of your chair, throwing playful notes onto your desk when the teacher wasn’t looking. How was he supposed to focus on the lecture when you weren’t there to motivate him? Lunchtime was quieter than usual. He listened to Yamaguchi rant about this new anime he had started and stared silently at his shortcake. He missed the way you’d interject with your own (usually idiotic) opinions and whine on his shoulder, asking for a piece of strawberry. Sometimes you would make him feed it to you, and although he’d never admit it, he loved it when you did. The last straw was at practice where Kageyama just wouldn’t stop bugging him about his lazy decoy work. Tsukishima was supposed to be the sharp one, the one with the best game sense, so how come he kept missing spike after spike, serve after serve, block after block. 

Coach Ukai let him leave early, today obviously wasn’t his day, and Tsukishima complained that if he was in the same room with Kageyama for another minute someone was going to get hurt. It was all your fault, he thought to himself as he stopped in front of your house. You were such a fucking dumbass. You just had to get sick today.

Your mother let him in, smiling at the familiar face and let him climb the stairs to your bedroom. He softly opened the door expecting you to be sleeping but you were sitting up straight in bed, sipping on a steaming cup of tea. He loved the way your hair was tousled and how you looked at him with tired eyes. 

“You should be sleeping,” he said plainly, dropping his bag onto the floor by your desk.

“Did you miss me that much,” you remarked in a raspy voice. He wished he had bought cough drops for you. 

“I just came to drop off the work you missed.” Tsukishima turned away to rifle through his backpack, hoping that with his back turned you wouldn’t hear how shaky his breathing was. Plopping the papers on the desk, Tsukki turned back around to see you with your arms stretched out.

“Can I have a hug?” 

“No, you’re gonna get me sick.” Tsukki hated himself for saying that. Why couldn’t he just get over himself and his stupid pride. All he’s ever wanted was to lay in bed with you, tuck you into his chest, and feel your shoulders rise with every breath you took. He’s imagined the way it would tickle to feel your steady breaths against the skin of his neck more times than he’d care to admit. “Go back to sleep.” He said plainly before slinging his bag back around his shoulders and leaving you to rest. 

Just as Tsukishima was about to leave through the front door, your mother bumped into him with a bowl of soup, asking him if he’d be so kind as to bring it to your room.

When he opens your door again he laughs to himself seeing you had already fallen fast asleep, in just a matter of seconds. He gently placed the bowl on your bedside table, gently nudging you to wake up. But you were out cold; even when Tsukishima said your name your body had no response. The soup probably needed time to cool down anyway, what’s more important is that you get enough rest. 

Tsukishima took this opportunity to admire you. How your parted lips enticed him, how the skin of your cheeks flushed from your fever, the way your hair stuck to your forehead from all the beads of sweat that ran down. Tsukki decided to head to your bathroom, running a hand-towel under some cold water. He knelt down in front of you and gently dabbed the sweat off your face, careful not to wake you up. You looked so peaceful. 

Tsukishima thought about the way you lived in his mind. You were everywhere now. Looking at your parted lips he thought about how your fingers brushed up against his cheek that one time drinking hot chocolate, how he remembers that moment every time he reaches to put his glasses on in the morning; about how he could never look at the stars without hearing your faint, siren-like voice echoing in the back of his head. You had slithered your way into every aspect of his life. He thought that maybe if he indulged a bit, you would stop showing up in every single one of his dreams at night. This was his chance to do so.

He thought of himself as a coward, he could never bring himself to tell you how he felt while you were awake. This was greedy self-indulgence.

He called your name again, and when you didn’t budge he whispered a faint “I love you”, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. Standing back up, he placed the towel by your bedside before picking up his bag and leaving.

A weak smile made its way across your lips, your eyes barely fluttering open when you heard the front door close.

You whispered in a raspy voice, “I love you too.”

[z3ld4]

Mercy Me - Part One

Summary: Jacqueline Laymore can’t really tell when it started to hurt to call Spencer her friend. But that didn’t really matter after she got kidnapped. Right now all that matters is getting home and getting Spencer Reid.

Warnings: Angsty? Mentions of self harm, suicidal ideation, death, kidnapping, is catholic guilt a warning? culty vibes, mentions of torture, and a very small mention of rape and gouging one’s eyes out.

Word Count: 1.3k (its a babey for the first part)

A/N: this is one of my first fanfictions on tumblr and in this fandom, so idk be nice or like really mean, criticize me, i don’t really mind. i used to write aphmau fanfiction nothing really hurts at this point. also this is an original female character fic because i for real can not write fic in the y/n format and i’ve had this idea for a while. it took a lot of effort to post this without puking in anxiety first but i hope it goes well ig.

If Jacqueline was going to die right then and there, she would have frankly been pissed. Sitting in the bathtub with blood seeping out of shallow cuts on her thighs would not be a great way to go. It’s especially stupid because they weren’t even new. Jacqueline knew better than to cut in the tub.

Especially since she’d been clean before the incident.

She wondered if that was the time to back up and take a second to think. Think about her wrongdoings.

Of course, Gabriel doesn’t give her the release of death and instead shot himself in the neck. Her eyes, always the worst part of her body, follow the arterial spray as it stains the yellowing ceilings. She almost wants to take the revolver and shoot herself in the head, but that would contaminate the crime scene.

Jacqueline is smarter than that. But the revolver is so close to her. Yet just out of reach. 

Everything seems to be just out of reach when you’re kidnapped. 

But everything is moot compared to the digging feeling in her stomach telling her that the gun still has five more rounds. 

She doesn’t. Of course, there is more to her life than being a martyr for another’s sins. That isn’t what Father Julien said when she was younger, but Father Julian also tried to gouge out her eyes in the town square.

Father Julian did a lot of things, talking about the grace of God wasn’t one of them. But what can you really expect from a man that creates a psychopath? Jacqueline dug the heels of her hands into her eyes, creating swirling patterns behind her eyelids. Phosphenes. She can hear him say it. Spencer always made sure to tell her the weirdest facts he could remember. She can’t remember most of them but sometimes his voice pops up in her head reminding her of them.

A lot of things pop up in Jacqueline’s head these days. She smoothed her hair back with the water on her hands and stepped awkwardly out of the tub. Taking two towels from the rack on the wall, she wrapped up her hair and body. Carefully stepping around Gabriel’s body and blood pool she enters the bedroom. For a cheap motel, it was quite clean. Frankly, it wouldn’t be half bad if the carpet wasn’t a brown color and she didn’t come with the guy who kidnapped her. She dug through Gabriel’s luggage until she found yet another, white cotton sundress. It wasn’t a bad dress, quite pretty in reality. It was the situation that made it the ugliest rag Jacqueline had ever seen. It fell to just below her knees and the bodice fit her waist perfectly, the spaghetti straps dug into her shoulders but it could have been much, much worse. 

Jacqueline would have liked the dress in another life. However, Gabriel had a thing for the whole ‘white equals purity’ thing and tortured her in a dress similar to the one she was putting on.

She stopped putting the dress on. Blinking through the tears forming in her line of sight, Jacqueline searches for a shirt and a pair of pants that could maybe fit her. She found Gabriel’s taupe button-up and slipped it over her shoulders, buttoning the front up to the third button. After digging a little more she finds a pair of army green pants, a little too high waisted for such a masculine man but she puts them on. Luckily Gabriel also had a pair of hiking boots which Jacqueline took the shoelace out of and used it as a belt.

The sandals that she wore when out with Gabriel would have to do, though it looked a little silly. Jacqueline took her hair out of the towel and ruffled it up a little, she always hated leaving her thick, wavy hair without product in it but it’s better than brushing it. The bangs brushing against the bridge of her nose are going to make her cry though. She used to hate how she looked in bangs but now, with Gabriel’s praises ringing in her ears, she almost likes the way they frame her face.

Almost.

Jacqueline grabbed Gabriel’s wallet on the way out of their hotel room.

The secretary looked at Jacqueline funny as she checked out. Granted, it was well deserved, Jacqueline looked like a mess of men’s clothing. She also was leaving without Gabriel, which sounded a little unheard of considering he didn’t even let her speak when they checked in.

Jacqueline wanted to call the police so the maid didn’t get a nasty surprise. She didn’t have a phone on her but she walked to the payphone on the street corner and quickly called 911. 

“Hi, Hello. Y-yes… I… I need to report a suicide at Maple Leaf Motel, room 3C. My… My p-partner shot himself in the neck!” She wailed into the phone before hanging up. She was always good at faking things. Right now, faking composure seems to be the only thing keeping her sane.

Time to catch a flight to Quantico, Virginia.

Or, more likely, hitchhike. If there was anything Jacqueline had learned in her nine years with the BAU is to not hitchhike. But she had about two hundred and fifty dollars and the clothes on her back. And if anything she could pay for some gas and maybe use the self-defense that Morgan taught her. She knew that from where she was it would be around twenty days by foot. A twenty-hour car ride. And maybe a five-hour flight depending on the airport. The closest 'big' town near Maple Leaf was Lexington. 

And deep down, Jacqueline really wanted to take a road trip. Nebraska is quite a pretty state. Though walking would be a little excessive considering she's technically been off for two months already.

The fact that she’d been with Gabriel for two months sent shivers down Jacqueline’s spine. The bureau wouldn't take her vacation days away for being kidnapped but you never really know with the government, do you? She started walking to the library when she realized that she could email Strauss and talk about her job and how fast she can be reinstated. Luckily the library was a few blocks down the street.

"Hello, dear! What can I help you with today?" The elderly woman behind the help desk smiled. Jacqueline figured that they didn't get that many people inside the small library. 

Jacqueline forced a smile and walked up to the desk, "Can I use one of the computers? I need to email my boss about my... vacation."

The librarian gives Jacqueline a sugary sweet smile. "May I, Deary," The librarian corrected.

"Right," Jacqueline drawls. The librarian walked her to a clunky old computer and logged on before shoving Jacqueline down into the seat. Jacqueline goes through google to find her email service and quickly write one to Strauss. Strauss responded quickly, a short email reading:

Dear Agent Laymore,

You're thought to be dead. I can not grant you the ability to step into your building for recertification and discussions of reinstating you until you prove otherwise.

Erin Strauss

Jacqueline responded:

Dear Erin,

You're supposed to be nicer to people who are held as a hostage. Anyways, I guess a way to prove my identity would be that I can sing 'On My Own' from Les Mis perfectly, I know you have heard me do it. And that your husband divorced you after he gave you half of his liver due to your liver cirrhosis. You told me this one night when I was crying over my brother killing himself and getting disowned. I am the only person on the current team (I assume, though I'm sure Rossi knows ;D) who has that information on you.

With love,

Dr. Jacqueline Laymore PsyD

Ps. Please don't give my job away because I made a joke.

Erin responded with a very annoyed emailing detailing what they will discuss once Jacqueline reaches Quantico. With a valid ID of course.

Now the hard part, finding someone who wasn't a serial killer to hitchhike with. For at least twenty-four hours. In a car.

Spencer's voice called out in the back of Jacqueline's head, reminding her that there is a 0.0000086% of being killed or raped while hitchhiking.

[apopheniaandeisegesis]

Sucker Punch Island: Session 1

Players :

Masari Half-Elf Monk. High Wis + Dex. Low Int + Cha.

First impression : Capable and very ernest, but just not that clever.

Nonamei Elven Wizard. High Int. Very low Str + Cha.

First Impression : Can't sit still. Trigger Shy. Asks the right questions.

"Jinx" (Me) Half-Elf Cleric. Prophecy Domain. High Wis + Cha. Very low Con + Str.

Blind man with a full-size crossbow who can't stop talking. Makes up a new god every five minutes. Still has clerical powers, somehow.

So, we're all on this island populated mainly by Kenku (Crow people). It all starts out pretty standard, We're all answering a "Heroes Wanted" bulletin, right? There are some other hereos at the bulletin board that look pretty badly singed. We try to talk to them to see what happened, but they lose their voices when they try to answer us. One tries to write something, but magically can't do that either. Weird. We figure they must have been cursed by whatever they encountered on their job. We tried a few things, but can't really help them or figure out exactly what's wrong.

So, the person we're meeting for the job shows up, a kenku. Rube. He's nervous. Jinx makes him even more nervous by idly pointing his crossbow in worrisome directions. Blind man with a crossbow raises a few eyebrows.

Rube takes us to city hall. Jinx bullshits about the decor and the statues. Mostly to see which party members are gullible. Surprise, it's the Wizard. So now the Wizard and the Kenku think Jinx knows all sorts of things about the city's founder. Convinced them that the statue in the hall is actually a petrified person. Good fun. Not terribly important. Yet. We'll see.

The mayor himself (or some such official) is called Ergard, and he's the one that actually hired us. Monsters in the sewer attacking the city, and can we go exterminate them please. Good benefits. We promise to resurrect you if you're awful and die. Nominal 10gp fee (a bargain!). Here's some magic rings with extra powers to help make sure you don't die. Here, sign this contract to be employed by the city.

Contract? Really?

I did try to see if we were being duped. Sense motive did show he wasn't really being straight with us, but we all thought he was just withholding some pertinent information about the job. Boy was he. Jinx cast Detect Magic to see what other shenanigans he might be pulling,. Just paper contracts, though. Nothing special. Rings are just cantrip level magic. Big-ass mirror in the guy's office is hella magical, and the mayor himself has some serious equipment, but that's all we know.

The Wiz and Monk sign the contracts. Jinx is blind and can't read and is a complete bastard, so he folds his up into a paper airplane and flies it across the room. Nobody really pays attention to that. The mayor sets out some magic rings for us. Jinx pockets all of them.

We head for the sewer. Wat a mess. Jinx hands out the rings. He's not greedy. And besides, He can't really use more than two. We wander through the sewer. There's slime everywhere and eventually some of it gets annoyed at being walked on and wakes up. We kill of a couple of them. Jinx does a fair bit of damage shooting at them with his crossbow. Blames it on being blind when he rolls low. The slimes are fire resistant. Kinda odd, but whatever. They go down easy. A much bigger one comes out of the pond of sludge down here. Jinx fires of his one big spell at it, but misses. "Did I hit anything?" He does have blindsight in a small rage around him, but it's a good schtick.

Another couple of stabs and bolts and that slime goes down too. The DM is rolling really low. Hits nothing the whole battle.

Next room, there's a Lizard-Taur. Already wounded but still feisty. Dumb as a rock, but not instantly hostile. The Monk speaks Draconic, though so we chat with it for awhile. Of course my compatriots have shitty Charisma, so they go nowhere for a long time. Eventually the Monk upsets the Liz-Taur and gets bit. We run away, but it can't follow us through a particular rusted grate. So we halt there and continue trying to chat with it, from a distance.

Jinx gets bored and sets up camp. Makes an omelette. Figures, this Lizard is only slightly smarter than a puppy. He's speaking in one word sentences. So I throw half my omelette at the lizard. Apparently it's pretty good, because I roll well on the persuasion check and suddenly he likes me enough to let me in the room he's guarding. Alone. No others. I wander around in there for awhile. There’s a pile of gold and a big ol' egg. Some massive scorch marks on the ground. There's some growling noises, but Jinx bombs his perception and investigation. Confused he assumes the gold and egg belong to the Lizard and the noise is coming from the egg. Probably about to hatch?

I figure I should leave the treasure alone. Go back and tell everyone there's not a lot in there. Just  a bunch of gold that obviously belongs to the Lizard and an egg that's probably his. Hers? Who knows. They're still trying to be nice enough to get past the Lizard without hurting him, so I give him an herbal poultice for his injured leg. That makes him happy enough to get a real conversation going with the only PC that can actually talk to him. Eventually  we figure out that the Liz-Taur is smelling the Kenku on the rings we're wearing. Really hates those guys. So my buddies chuck their rings to gain the Taur's trust. JInx picks them up. Guess they're all mine now. Puts all the rings on one hand.

So, finally we can all go in the room with the gold so that someone with a half-decent Investigate skill can make a roll instead of Jinx with his sad little +1. The roll is bombed by all present. No idea what's in here. The one that should have been successful actually Crit Fails and gets overwhelmed by nausea from the smell of burnt slime.

Jinx is hanging out with Lizard Boy in the back of the cave, so he can't sense what's going on near the treasure pile. Apparently what we all failed to detect was a dropoff at the back of the cave where a colossal dragon was sleeping. It finally wakes up. Jinx heads to that side of the cave to see what the commotion is all about, so we're all in a nice formation when the dragon breaths on all of us and we all die. While the DM plays the theme to 'The Price Is Right' in the background.

Of course, that was the plan all along. We wake up after being resurrected in the Mayor's office. Chained to chairs. Lovely. The Kenku does some magical shenanigans so that our perfectly normal contracts look like they say the Resurrection service has a nominal 10,000,000 gold fee. The usual arguing and threats ensue, but really we don't have any options. Another spell is done sealing the rings (all of which I'm wearing. Sheesh) and manacles to prevent us from leaving the island. And prevent us from talking to anyone about any job we do here or the 'arrangement' we have to work off our 10,000,000 gp debt.

ME :Jinx shrugs "i don't get all the posturing. I mean, if you're going to be thugs, then just be thugs. As the Acolyte of Moodwise, I won't forgive you, though" Masari Monk:"No, no, they have an image to keep." DM :Ehgard (The Kenku Mayor) rubs a hand over his beak."This is what you signed for. Most of you." Wiz Nona:"We signed for 10 Gold." Nona insists ME :Shruggs "I can't read. Never sign anything." DM :"We can take back the services we've done for you, if that's what you desire, sir." ME :"I suspect that would be quite illegal, if you want to play that game. Your option was to not raise me in the first place. But, clearly you're going to do whatever you like. Get on with it." Wiz Nona:"Jinx..." Nona warns nervously Masari Monk:"Yeah, let's cut to the chase. What do you get out of doing this to us? What are you expecting us to do to pay back this forged debt?" DM :"Illegal. No, not me sir." ME :"I am a cleric of Normenglasterpastich. We do not suffer liars lightly." Wiz Nona:what a name Masari Monk:Masari eyes Jinx. DM :"I suppose you'll have to work it off. I can think of a few more missions for you to go on to start earning that money..." His eyes narrow at Jinx, shaking his head."So untrustworthy..." ME :"What a lovely complement. I'm blushing." Masari Monk:"More missions that involve certain death? More missions that put us deeper in the hole through ressurections?" ME :"Sounds like a good plan. Infinite access to decent heroes. It's a nice racket if you can get it. Man's got a dragon to deal with. You do what you can." DM :The Kenku in purple walks around, putting a bracelet on Nona and Masari. "Certain death? No, no. Ambassador's of a sort. For Kiebnis herself (name of the city)." Masari Monk:"What's this now?" ME :Jinks looks straight at him with white eyes, "She's going to eat you, you know. I'm a prophet of Ibnis. I've seen it." Grinning like a madman. Wiz Nona:"Jinx, now isn't really the time to make threats," Nona whispers warily under her voice DM :Ergard tilts his head, eyes narrow as he looks away from Jinx. ME :"That wasn't a threat! That was valuable information. Worth at least 1,000,000 GP. ME :rolling persuasion. just that I'm an actual prophet. I have been playing the part pretty well, i think. (A decent roll. Total 19) DM :xDDDDD ME :No derail or anything. I just wanna unsettle the old bird. DM :Alright. Now I have to figure out this guys religion lol Ergard's feathers pick up a might. "Those are the old ways..." He 'mumbles' under his breath. So, that's why those other adventurers couldn't answer any of our questions. Apparently this crazy Kenku does the same thing to all the nice heroes that visit his island. Kill with dragon. Fake a masive debt. "You belong to me now." Rinse Repeat. At least I got to give the Mayor a good scare, though. I very much intend to make it a true prophecy.

Anybody know what I do with three magic rings cursed to the same hand?

[doe-eyeddarlin]

I just found you're blog and I am in LOVE!!!! May I ask for Jotaro, Josuke and Okuyasu head canons on comforting their short anxious fem!s/o who although has a strong stand is really hard on herself? I.e. calls herself stupid or untalented when she's the exact opposite?

Hey thanks for the request and the kind words I’m always so happy to hear that people enjoy my writing. I’m super sorry these are a bit short (also sorry for the poor format I’m using mobile and it hasn’t been working great lately). Anyway I hope they’re alright and you enjoy❣️_____________________________________[Jotaro] •He’s pretty quiet but extremely supportive of his girlfriend and doesn’t like how hard she is on herself. However he can relate and does surprisingly well to comfort her. When they first start dating he notices she gets down on herself and (at first he’s annoyed and doesn’t pay much mind to it) but gets genuinely concerned and speaks up. If she’s questioning her abilities he makes it clear that she’s stronger and smarter than she gives herself credit for. Although he doesn’t mean to be aggressive about it he does get a bit pushy (but in a positive manner). He isn’t the touchy feely type when others are around but if he notices his partner is extra anxious he’ll hold her hand and give it a light squeeze (this is actually a soothing action that grounds them a bit). When the two are alone he’s sure to hold tightly and assure her how amazing she really is. ___________________________________[Okuyasu] •Unfortunately Oku himself struggles with his confidence and has a habit of pointing out what he sees as flaws ,(most prominently his lack of knowledge). He can see why someone like himself would be talking bad about themselves but it baffles him that such an amazing girl does it. Every time she says anything negative about herself it breaks his heart and in the best intentions he tries to explain that he’s the one that should feel this way, he means well and it’s what he’s used to. (Keep in mind he also needs a good amount of reassurance but he never wants to worry his girlfriend). He’s very affectionate and isn’t one to hide his feelings for her (even more so when she seems nervous). _____________________________________[Josuke ] •Honestly he’s nothing but confident and can’t understand why someone as talented as his girlfriend isn’t. (Josuke has a certain talent of making people feel better and even some of his confidence rubs off on others). Even if he doesn’t quite get it he helps to reassure her that she is absolutely amazing at anything she tries. If she needs more convincing he’s more than happy to do a bit of play fighting (of course nothing violent). He also will keep her by his side and is very affectionate in public (although she doesn’t need his protection he’s happy to provide it, she’s even come to his rescue a few time).

[rkchungha]

✧ ☆⋆MGA SEASON 4 - #4040⋆☆ ✧

(ROUND 8 - Senior Songs)

✧ why so lonely - wonder girls h.a.m (line distribution)

✧ outfit

✧ hair & makeup

✧ featuring: Wonder Child: @rkxsua @jinsoulrk @irenerk @rkchangmin

she was here out of sheer determination. it hurt to see so many of her friends gone, both old and new, but she had to keep going. she tries not to think about of all of her friends, only somi and doyeon remain (plus some new ones she’s recently made in the competition).

there’s no surprise that the fight between sana and herself is kept in. she’s not sure how the public will receive it but considering she’s been getting dragged over dating someone (and she’s not even an idol), she figures this wouldn’t bode well. it would only sully her image further.

in all, she isn’t thrilled with the concept of a high touch. somehow her recent track record had shattered that actual nice image she had going for her so far. no one cared about her talent once it was assumed that she had a boyfriend. she became nothing more than an entity tied to a fictitious relationship. it was sad but that’s how it was. even if she did a back tuck into a split, all of the comments would just talk about how fucking annoying or overplayed she (somehow) was because she was “dating junhoe”.

since she and yugyeom broke up, their group chat where they’d laugh about the comments and articles talking about her relationship together. dealing with this alone kind of fucking sucked. it was sexist (she faced the brunt of the negative comments because she was a girl) and insulting. she only expects the high touch to go terribly. for now, she was going to focus on making her performance worth while.

her new group was consisted in what she can only imagine to be left overs. by the time she had chosen a song to perform, it was clear what type of vibes everyone was going for. no one had picked h.a.m’s song despite being well respected seniors in the industry (and every single member going on to have successful solo careers). that’s perfectly fine with chungha. she could do the rendition justice by putting true enthusiasm into the performance.

being paired up with bora was exciting though. the other hot number in the mgas (she figures bora is number one now, now that hyuna has been booted off the show). maybe it’s a little bit of a blessing. maybe finally finally some god above will have mercy on chungha and let her win first place. if there was one thing that she wanted was to be able to say that she got first at least one time on this god forsaken show.

the group was discussing ages as to understand how to address one another. chungha was surprised to discover that bora was younger than she was. it made her feel a century old. the real shock came when jinsoul revealed herself to be a ‘00 liner. chungha’s eyes widened in shock. “really?” she exclaimed. “i thought you were near my age at least.” it was clear that she wasn’t the only one who felt the same. chungha turned her attention to changmin, who was the maknae of the group being a ‘01 liner. “you guys make me feel old.”

changmin tried to help by saying she wasn’t that old. she laughed. “ah, i feel my skin wrinkling just from you saying that!” she joked. she knew she wasn’t that old by general standards but in the industry, she may as well be considered a maiden at this age. she turns to irene, waiting for her to share her age. and it turns out that irene was a year older. oh thank god, she thinks to herself. for once she wasn’t the eldest in the damn group but it meant that irene was.

“don’t worry,” she tells the elder. “women age like fine wine. and you’re very fine, unnie.” she winks and laughs, reaching to playfully squeeze the other’s hand.

it’s not hard to adjust the formations to suit five members. with the way the current formations were made it seem like they were better tailored for an odd number group. it was just a matter of making whomever was singing centre. it made things move a lot more smoothly for them. line distribution wasn’t difficult either. it was clear that bora was getting the rap. jinsoul and chungha were the strongest singers of the group. changmin and joohyun would split the lines that were not miyu and sujin’s.

while practising, jinsoul let her know that she knew a good technique to make her singing stronger. “ah, teach me your secrets,” chungha says to the younger one. when jinsoul reveals that it was singing while planking, chungha’s demeanor changes. “planking? are you crazy?” she chuckles in slight disbelief. maybe it would seem less extreme if this was actually a vocally challenging song. but it wasn’t. for the most part the song was extremely easy.

jinsoul seemed serious about the technique though. even if chungha thought it was kind of crazy, she couldn’t say no and hurt her feelings. she got into position with a sigh. all singers had their crazy methods. it made her abs hurt but she supposed she could see why this helped. it forced you to be smarter with your breath control. doesn’t mean that chungha would make this a habit going forward. she was sure to tell jinsoul that her crazy planking idea maybe wasn’t so extreme as she thought.

“chunghaha noona!”

chungha’s head pops up, almost confused with how she was addressed. the confusion shows on her face. the confusion turns into amusement once chungha catches onto the new affectionate name. he calls for her attention one more time. when he says, “chunghaha noona”, she’s actually ready with a response.

“bless you.”

she smiles after she says it. the joke catches changmin off guard but they both get a good giggle out of it. it was a weird nickname. it was a first. eventually she’d grow used to it.

it turns out that he wanted help with his facial expressions while performing. she felt kind of flattered that he was coming to her of all people. she definitely had more than enough time to spend with the younger.

”you know, you remind me of somi,” she tells him with a laugh. with the way they’re both hyper and youthful was like they were two sides of the same coin. it made her miss the younger but she was proud that somi could finish this competition on her own.

chungha took a good chunk out of her time to sit down with changmin and really go over the process of facials. she was sure how to stress how easy it was to overdo it and get negative reviews. they both sat in front of the mirror some time just practising facials then practising while singing, then dancing. when changmin proved that he was capable of pulling it off, she was proud. she congratulated him, reaching out to squish his cheeks. “you did so well changminnie!”

when she and bora are alone, they get along surprisingly well. it was just easy how well they clicked and bonded over similar things. they had the same frustrations, similar previous experiences and current thoughts. it led to chungha feeling the most comfortable around bora. when they both came for late night practise, it wasn’t awkward. from the very first moment from when chungha jokingly told bora to call her unnie (and bora quickly complied with adorable aegyo), chungha knew that she was going to enjoy her time spent with bora.

chungha sits across from her, snacks in her lap after they decide to take a break from practise. they were talking about the competition so far and the evil editing mnet has done so far. “you know that junhoe and I aren’t dating, right?” it was the truth that needed to finally come to light. bora laughed in surprise but revealed that she’s actually not shocked that the dating thing was lit real.

”yeah, we never said we were. everyone just assumed and then crucified me because I had a boyfriend. we found it pathetic, honestly,” she confesses. but now that the group chat no longer existed, it was kind of empty and she was dealing with vicious ass comments by herself. “I feel like people hold that against me despite showing promise. who I’m dating shouldn’t have any bearing on my likability as a contestant. I’m not a trainee. I’m allowed to date if I want to.”

come time for the performance, chungha was more nervous about the hi touch event than actually doing why so lonely. it wasn’t a hard song by any means. chungha felt as if practises went without a hitch. it was the calmest, chillest song she’s performed so far in the mgas. though it was incredibly optimistic of her, she was hoping that doing this performance would show her diversity as a contestant.

jinsoul opens them up for the song. she had good and stable vocals for the song. chungha was surprised she would be the other half of the main vocals for their team. since the competition she’s been using her singing a lot more than her rapping. she feels as though it’s been a bit of a forgotten skill of hers. no worries, though. she’s noticed that having to use her voice regularly again felt nice.

bora’s rap is strong and stable even live. she does have that kind of swagger that makes you pay attention to her while she performs. and chungha can’t help but meet bora’s eyes and smile at some point during their performance.

thank god her heels don’t snap this time and she’s not forced to dance barefoot. she’d cry if she’d have to relive that experience a second time — because she’s sure some netizen would rip her to shreds and say she’s doing it on purpose.

the end came smoothly from both jinsoul and herself. when the group got into their ending positions, chungha threw in one final wink to the camera. and just like that, the second to last performance of the mgas was over.

[aleatoryalarmalligator]

life and stuff

I will probably post another section of my life story pretty soon, but right now I just feel this incredible need to get stuff off my chest – and of course tumblr will be the recipient of this.

Good god my life has been changing fast. Living in the city is turning out to be a lot different than what it's like to live in rural Idaho. I have to say that for the most part I am not a very social person. But I am being forced into so many social situations every single day that I think it's changing who I am as a person in some ways, be it my job itself with customers, my coworkers, my friendships, dealing internally with having a crush on someone, and just all these street interactions riding the bus to and from everyday. I have to handle my problems a lot differently. Because it isn't just the proximity of situations pertaining to other people that I deal with in Portland, it's the type of interactions themselves that really challenge me.

In Idaho for instance, the culture is a lot different. People are the same everywhere when it comes to social orders and hierarchies, but Idaho is a very passive aggressive state of people. People tend to be redneck and smug about it for sure, but it's not something they really want to express vocally to anyone other than each other when they know they are in total agreement. The clicks there are very transparent and they generally fear things they aren't used to. You don't have to be a redneck to experience this passive way of living. You can even be very extroverted and hold back a lot simply due to your cultural upbringing. I think living in places like eastern Washington and Oregon, or Idaho and Montana and the Dakotas where there is a lot of empty space and time changes the internal landscape of a person's mind. It affects how people view one another. The way people rely upon one another in rural divided  places is different. I am sure someone smarter than me could explain it in a tedtalk because to be honest I am not entirely sure I can articulate this difference in a way that I feel is adequate, but there is something very sociologically different about how you coexist with people. And for someone like me, being quiet and withdrawn was an option there in a way it isn't here.

In the city, things tend to work together and you have to, in unspoken ways – sort of operate with everything around you and when you aren't used to it, it's a lot of work. And there are so many strange looking people, and beautiful people, and so many homeless people and upper middle class rich families  – that unless you are really looking out there – nobody sticks out – even the true weirdos and beautiful men and women are sort of not seen in the sea of others – even if they have the coolest hair or the coolest nose piercing on the planet or the best fucking hat or shoes – you just forget because so many people are looking just as swell – there are so many humans with beautiful faces you become numb and for me – it almost takes a certain bit of meaning in standing out.

Anyway, I get approached everyday on buses or by people wanting money or to sell me something. There is just a lot of everything going on. And though a lot of it is chaotic and sad and desperate, I think that most of it is good when I take in the bigger picture of my surroundings. I think collectively, Portland is a better place than a lot of other places out there – a lot of people really care about building a better world out here. Portland does have a serious homelessness issue and it's driving me crazy on my travels.  There shouldn't be streets that are paved on either side with tents of homeless people. I realize that solving this issue is not a one man job, it involves preventative measures as well as effective programs that need fine tuning – and that it takes years – and there might be a huge influx of homeless people from other cities on the coast that flock to Portland – for that I am not really sure – but I know as I walk down the road that it is fundamentally wrong for even the worst or useless of people to have to sleep in these filthy conditions. We can be better than this. It shocks me more than it does people who have always lived out here because in Idaho we had a few people who held signs – but they didn't sleep outside. There was enough room in the systems for homeless people to go to the shelters at night,and there couldn't have been more than five of them.

Not that Idaho was great. It's a terrible state when it comes to offering help to anyone. It's very cheap to live in in some ways, but you pay a huge price. Also a lot of homeless people I suspect probably get thrown in prison, so just because I wasn't seeing the devastating affects of poverty and addiction – it doesn't mean that it wasn't locked away somewhere else where I didn't see it.

Anyway, people I have gotten to know a little bit out here in Portland think I am pretty gullible, shy, awkward, fearful, inexperienced and so forth – which they are probably right on most counts, but they don't know what I was like in Idaho – they don't realize how much development and progress I have made socially – and this is coming from my own mouth, and I rarely ever acknowledge my own meager improvements. I have to say that I have improved a lot since I came here – I have to actually admit that I feel like I am evolving. But since I don't have a lot of experience dating or drinking and I still am behind on how a lot of things work (I just learned today that you can get your keys copied for extremely cheap at hardware stores – I thought it costed like twenty to thirty dollars per key and you had to wait for a week for some reason), I think it at first kind of annoyed my coworkers as they saw me as being kind of weak and my vulnerability bothered people. Sarah was laughing at me one night at the bar concerning my naive questions about things everyone else knows once and called me Reneeby (like Renee and baby mixed), and it seems to have sort of stuck.

I get frustrated, not because I think being naive is really such a bad thing, but I can't honestly decipher if I am weak or not. I mean, I see myself as a quietly industrious little soldier of perseverance against abject disappointment and absurdity but in some formats it doesn't really seem to show. Is strength even something that can be fully measured even? Is it even worth my time worrying if I am a weak person or not? Probably not

Anyway, getting on at work is a process. I think eventually everyone will get me and like me pretty well. It has always taken time for people to get to know me, with the exception of Ava and Josh, which for some reason they latched onto me without many issues (and where are they now?). But everyone else has taken time – and in any case it's just work so it might not even matter all that much in the long run – these people are not my world after all. It doesn't help that I was hired on very ill equipped to handle myself in a social job setting. I was hired at the mercy of my friend Sarah's behest to our boss. Sarah is such a good worker that people will listen to her recommendations. I was a shoe in, like every job I have ever had. If it had been a normal employer – I don't think I would have ever been hired onto this kind of job because I fail even the most basic job interviews terribly most of the time. But having been given this opportunity has really really expanded things for me – I have been able to develop with this job. I know it's silly, but just greeting people at the door, and taking them to their tables, getting them water and to-go boxes and grabbing high chairs for them and saying goodbye is more social interacting than I have ever had in my entire life – save about a year or two of high school – though that was probably more dysfunctional than functional.

And because I am working in the food industry I never want to eat anymore. For some people it's the opposite, but for me it ruins food for me to have to scrape large wasted portions off of plates all day – aware of the inescapable and slightly gross process of continuous eating and digesting needed to keep our bodies mobile – watching people smack down on it as they chitchat at their tables, watching the cooks slave angrily over each plate in the kitchen – it loses it's romanticism for me. And I have been rushing around, dieting, walking long distances – sometimes well more than five miles, and in the last two months I have dropped thirty pounds. I was getting rather heavy – and I still am heavy. But that is a lot of weight to drop – I feel like I look more feminine, and for me personally, it has been extremely beneficial. Some people really hold themselves well when they are heavy. I don't like it personally. This is all the beginning of even bigger changes – as I don't think I am going to stop losing weight or becoming more socially skilled over time. And I am here in this city and it's hard to live an extremely introverted life without a lot of money in the city.

And speaking of money, I got my money ripped out of my hands two days ago when I was giving some homeless guy some money on the street. Him and his buddies were part of a group and basically as soon as they got me to pull out a handful of dollars they ran off with it. Fortunately it was only twenty or so dollars in ones – which I definitely needed to ride the bus but I guess it's gone now. It was kind of disorienting because Comicon was happening all around me so there were a bunch of Naruto cosplay people and super heroes and video game characters walking around. Then I fell walking down MLK Boulevard and messed up my pinky – and my pants fell down momentarily – it was embarrassing. On the way home I lost my house keys to my new place. I was called in to come in and work, which I happily complied to – though I looked like Frank at the end of The Rocky Horror Picture Show due to the rain. I have had a few bad days like this where nothing goes right. I am still definitely trying to find my footing here where I am staying now. My roommates don't know me or see me very often and I have to admit that the last few nights I have been here, I have been a bit fearful. I generally try not to use anything in the kitchen or bathrooms, even though I am technically paying for the right to use them.

My room is lovely and expensive. I mean, it is around 625 a month plus utilities. So most of my money goes completely towards renting this room. I've never had to pay such a large portion of my paycheck to pay for rent. But it's perfect – and I will  have to find new ways to make more money. It's in a big older home in NE Portland, just like I always imagined living. I look out and I see the lush rainy natural artsy Portlandly world outside. I grew up in an Edwardian home built in the late 1800's and to me there is something really deep seated in me when it comes to the drafty odd space of old houses, particularly ones where I can look out the windows. And the room is big. I will be able to fit all my stuff comfortably in here. It's going to be rough making ends meet, but I will make it happen. Honestly, it is a blessing compared to what I have had to deal with in the past, making this work is worth the expense.

I make less than the amount needed to be on the state's healthcare plan, and possibly I apply for a food card. I am not going to lie. I really need these things, particularly the healthcare. I've needed therapy in a very serious way for a long long time and it's always been out of reach. When I had my factory job, my insurance gave me five sessions covered- the rest would come out of pocket which is crazy expensive. I felt that wasn't adequate. After five sessions I might actually start to open up a little bit and then it would be over. So I never started therapy in Idaho.

Then there is the fact that I have asthma and chronic allergies. It's effecting my breathing and I have a cough that never goes away. I want to have that looked into. And this isn't covered through insurance, but with my PCOS, they recently have been coming up with formulas for dealing with some of the symptoms that I might be able to afford – and I should definitely be taking these supplements that will help with that as soon as I can afford it. Plus I want to start going to a gym with a pool because I really miss swimming.

Eventually, down the line when people leave the job and do other things, there will come a time when I will be trained on as a server and when that happens I could come home with over 200 dollars in tips per night. That is how much Sarah makes as a server. A lot of the servers here hate their jobs, and I sort of get how Sarah has so many expenses that she eats through that money and I realize the place is kind of one of those crummy poorly managed establishments that customers flock to and the workers aren't given a lot of credit for their input. And money isn't everything – but if you have ever been poor you have to acknowledge that money does buy some happiness – fuck the standard that it doesn't. I know it does. But I look at that kind of money and I am a bit baffled that these people are so unhappy. Do they not realize that averaging out fifty to sixty dollars an hour is fantastic? Like, I know people who had to work minimum wage jobs everyday for weeks on end because they knew their boss would just call them in on their day off, and they had to pretty much not have a social life or ever see their children grow because they always had to work. If you work 25 hours and make that kind of money, you have plenty of time to hone your personal skills or pursue your real interests. I don't know why they are so miserable.

Right now, my goal is to write a novel. I have about 30% of the concept of it in my mind. The rest of it is being hashed out in the active production line of my subconscious right now. Like I can hear the gears tinkering. I don't yet have the plot down, or how it's going to get started or end quite. I will jump into it when I feel ready. But despite the fact I haven't actually started writing it yet, it's basically my thing that I feel very real and alive inside of me. I am not settled yet and I don't have the routine needed to anticipate my writing streaks. I like living randomly, but honestly when it comes to doing creative stuff, I have to get myself into some kind of place where I can psychologically anticipate inspiration at the correct times so that I don't get inspired half way between my bus trip to my job and job and then come home feeling burned out and having forgotten half of what I wanted to say. You have to store feelings and inspiration for the right times. A soon as I have this all sorted and I finish up with my life story – which I have written on and it looks like I will start posting that tomorrow night -  I will get onto this novel. I won't be posting it on tumblr though – as I have been pretty public about my life in that way. This is something that hopefully someday can be published and properly bought and sold. Hopefully. People don't read like they used to which is terrifying. But writers are more needed then ever to make sense of this crazy new world we live in. It's strange and more than slightly unfair.

Anyway, lastly, I have had to do a lot of thinking about this person I am really romantically interested in. For about three weeks I grew so infatuated with him I felt like I was in high school and I just wanted to stare at him from across the hall or something. And honest to god, I do like this guy, a lot. It's not love, I don't know him that well.  He's legitimately a wonderful person – and I've said it before but it baffles me how people aren't really recognizing this. I think he has a beautiful and caring soul. I feel lucky to know him at all. I am not giving up on knowing him better – and I really hope and probably subconsciously make plans on making that happen, but viewing the organic circumstances that involve getting close to people as some kind of project is weird. And I know that I can become really consumed by other people – not just romantic interests – friends, brothers, sisters and so forth. So I had to stop myself and realize that I was starting to do something really unhealthy that I have done in the past – and that was pin my self worth on someone else's ability or inability to recognize my worth as an individual. And I had to put hold on myself.

Of course I still really like this guy, but if I start liking him in a weird insecure way it's not going to make for a healthy friendship, or a friendship at all for that matter. I need to realize he is approachable and human and so forth. Secondly, it's probably not good for my writing. Whatever happens, my writing comes first. If I lose my friends and my health and all my hope I still have to be a writer and take care of my mental framework in such a way to where I can proceed. I have to see it this way if I want to write. It's pretty simple. Third, I can't afford to fall apart anymore in the same way I have in the past. I am away from my family now – as dysfunctional as they are I could always guarantee they would feed me. I am not around them anymore and I am headed towards thirty. I have to make my own way in the world. If I fall apart and quit working, there goes my ability to pay my bills. There goes my long term goal of making quick money. I can't be crying my eyes out because some boy doesn't like me back. It's an absurdly cruel world at times and I am going to have to figure out ways to stay afloat.

But to back up, I still really like him. I want to feel comfortable and know him well enough to just fall madly in love with him. As soon as I met him and had him pretty much figured out, I felt something really unique and beautiful about him. He reminds me of an ocean at sunrise, or something very simple and meaningful and good that you don't have to articulate that is universally good in any culture without any needed subtext or explanation. He's very smart and aware and consistent but also very simple in certain ways that take me outside of my own headspace. I am such a busy person. My normal thought process is a bit like controlled car wrecks constantly choreographed – everything is blood and death and extremes. My ideas and everything become very complex – and I am not trying to say this is a bad thing exactly. People think I am overly emotional and theatrical (to those who know me) because I generally make myself feel things all at once but it's all generally a good thing – it just makes me seem stressed out or stressful if you know me very well. Somehow this stressful part is all in line with logically feeling out the correct answer. It's not as crazy as it seems. I just have to map out the whole city rather than go through too much guess work.

I guess I just gravitate towards him because he seems very gentle and collected and caring. He is the opposite of a lot of the destructive people in my life. I trust him at least more than I trust most people. I think he's a rare person and very worth my knowing. I kind of understand the armor he wears in order to hide being that way. If he is unhappy or insecure, it doesn't manifest itself in the same way that I most always seen young guys manifest their insecurities. He doesn't get defensive or mad or belligerent. I realize that between him and I it might be kind of hard to make a friendship happen. We don't have that many shared interests. We are both very shy. It's going to take a lot of one sided work on my part at first. And I am going to have to be kind to myself when I start talking to him more, because I can't really make him like me, and it's not even the point – that's so high school. I mean, definitely I want to be loved back or whathaveyou but it's not why I want to know him. I would be saddened to have never gotten to know him or tried. It's also going to take some opportunities that aren't currently there right now. He and I are both very busy when we work. I think I am getting to where I am comfortable with him more and he is getting more comfortable with me. It's just something that is going to take some time.

But for right now, I need to focus on myself. I am not comfortable saying this, but if I lost him because I had to do what was right for me, I would just have to let him go. It would make me extremely sad. But I would deal with it. I've never made that decision before either honestly. I didn't think you could really love someone if you didn't put them first. I'd like to think I won't be repeating past mistakes.

[planetorigo]

Minecraft HC 6 Part 11 Liveblogging Continued

Since I decided to hold off watching the episodes until my finals were done so I could marathon them, I’m getting to them right now starting with the rest of my Part 11 liveblogging since I’m more in the mood to watch them. But for all of them starting with this one, I’m just going to compile all of them for a reaction compilation a pop. It’ll be easier and there won’t be as much spam. And since I have more liberty with this format, it’s gonna get looooong.

Let’s go shall we? We left off with Todd. (and so yes I know who they revive already even before I waited until after my finals were done. My reaction? ...I just about expected this overall fan reaction. And that’s all I’m going to say. Still unwarranted but not unexpected. I also hoped they brought a specific someone back but after seeing a lot of discussion I realized this was a mistake) Anyways spoilers are imminent!

- There’s something very amusing with Jeff, Jared and PBG trying to see if they can hit Todd.

- And then the Idol goes behind him.

- Wait what the hell. How did- How did that just end up right there!? And that wasn’t even a “okay get away from there I’ll bring them back” that was a straight up “Here they are” H-how did you do that!? The only editing trick was the smoke and their reactions definitely imply that it just... happened. Both the structure appearing AND the return. They knew it would happen just not when. I need to know how they did that, screw everything else like all the salt from the fans, how did they managed to do that!?

- Okay actually one quick thing about the choice. If you couldn’t tell from my Minecraft 5 liveblogging, something that annoys me more with a choice if when they make certain actions and previous choices pointless. That’s mostly what bothers me with this choice since the entire Jungle trip may as well not have happened. Although to be fair, they got some Diamond gear and bone for Bonemeal out of it. And you know what? That’s not pointless. So it’s better than the second Nether Fortress trip ever will be.

- “It’s Frodo Baggins!” I honestly can’t tell if that was legitimate or if he messed up.

- What happens when you give Creative Mode to someone who hasn’t used it.

- Good guy Chad already providing food.

- I wonder if Dean is religious or just knows a lot about religious things since I haven’t heard anyone else makes as many religious references as he has.

- “18 years of food”

- The biggest tragedy about the Sadistic Choice is that because most of the comments are too busy blaming Dodger (despite the fact it was the guys who made the choice), almost no one will mention some of the truly funny little quips or small bits of the episode. On the other hand that’s a typical episode of HC. It’ll just be more glaringly obvious with this one.

- ??? Was her character... invisible???

- I dunno, you guys can know as much as you want but you’re all prone to forgetting.

- I know it’s a joke but it’s a genuinely funny visual image of PBG asking if Dean’s actually played Minecraft when he’s been on every season.

- Doot doot!

- “Wait these are sugarcane...” Yeah because you guys have a tendency of calling them reeds. Like, even if McJones was there, he would too. That was a running gag in Minecraft 4. ...Wait.

- Chad’s attempt to close the door was fantastic. Also now I’m curious how McJones would react with seeing all the things that have changed. ...On the other hand with how serious his reactions seem to have gotten, I doubt he would play along too much without it sounding too forced. I could be wrong, who knows.

- Yeah, the component is called a book.

- BAHAHAHAHA That fucking quick montage with hardcore music of Jared and PBG killing chickens oh my God that’s amazing that’s the funniest fucking thing in this episode.

- You know, I wonder if people got mad that they didn’t save diamonds. I’m kind of annoyed but on the other hand, I’ve watched them do this so much. At this point, it’s just part of the season. I don’t know if it was the case with Minecraft 1 and Minecraft 3 avoided it because Smooth actually remembered.

- My aesthetic: Jeff saying “What” with his mouth clearly stuffed with food.

- ???? Trap doors???

- As entertaining as seeing Dodger, Chad and Dean together, is it just me or do they have wonky synergy? They can’t stick together so when someone is in danger, they have a tendency of just not paying attention or not knowing? I think the Jungle team worked as well as it did because of Jared. But these two can’t keep up with Dean whose more gung-ho with things since they’re both kinda clueless or can’t follow his energy.

- Joke again or...? I’m wondering this because wouldn’t he know anyways due to the message popping up?

- You want PBG to stop with the bad juju? Dodger honey, PBG is the king of bad jujus. With this and Minecraft 5, it kinda runs in the family. It’s just that one is usually smarter with tempting fate.

- I don’t know why they make a big deal on the wrong names??? With candles and torches, they are basically the same thing right? Like??? They don’t call Jared out when he calls Sugarcane “Bamboo” and thus, gets confused to what he’s talking about but they always call out Dean when he uses a name like “Candle” instead of “Torch”

- My boy’s doing a good job. Good on ya Dean!

- Rick and Morty and then a Naruto reference.

- Coffrick is real

- Yeah don’t read the comment section. Even without this episode, I always tells people to never read the comment section unless they can deal with YouTube’s gaming community. I’ve been suggesting it since Minecraft 1. I remember hearing ToddintheShadows call the YouTube comments having “scum and idiocy” as a comparison to how he found twitter had more scum and idiocy.

- Okay there was definitely some time that passed which is probably where the bulk of the agreement happened (shame). Jared saw that pit of lava before and acknowledged he shouldn’t be standing next to it after what happened last time. Now he reacts like this is the first time he’s seen it. Unless it really is different but I’ve never seen those pits so close to each other.

Bonus: How I imagine Dodger looks like when she said “All my exp is gone forever”

[pafsins2]

Everything Wrong With O.W.C.A. Files

Well, here we are. We tackled the finale but now it's time for the final official Phineas and Ferb Episode, also the only episode of OWCA Files. I can't believe it this far. But we'll cover that at the end, for now let's see what our final episode did wrong.

(No wins because there's less to say and I figured if I didn't parallel what they did for the finale on the finale, I may as well do it on the other finale)

1.Let's get this out of the way. If you didn't like this special, chances are you're pissed it all ended here.

2. Poorly Disguised Pilot.

3.A laughing Hyena, how original.

4.They just went on without Heinz? Jerks.

5.The art style is a bit different because...reasons.

6.Now that the show was not picked up, it's just one story. Sorry, Monogram.

Gotta sin off this opening song is AWESOME!

6. But them wasting the best part at the very start is a sin

7.”We'll explain it better when we get to the chorus” Saying the name of the episode a lot doesn't explain this much further.

8.Yep, Netflix splits it up causing sins, such as them telling us “Owca Files Part” right after we already saw the title.

9.These agents are not being that quiet these bad guys must be hard of hearing

10.Oh, and I'm late but this has a Season 4 production code and of course this skip numbers ...again.

11.”Opening action bit is just a training thing” cliché,.

12.Shouldn't Carl be at school like this said in LDOS?

13.”Lone wolf has to learn to work together” cliche

14.Wait, didn't we already do this in Sidetracked? Only there Lyla hardly screwed up while the other agents, especially Doof do so a lot and thus become more annoying?

15.Trainees has these yellow-ish fedoras but Doof didn't have one back in Agent Doof.

16. Speaking of, say hi to the exact same shtick from that episode.

17.Individually each score is good? Most of the trainees seem to suck even on their own in some parts.

18.”You're lucky you're legally considered an Ocealot” Exposition!

19.He's a baby in that picture but the flashback in Meap had him as being older.

20.They actually play the wah wah music.

21.”Background music turns out to actually be played in universe” cliché.

22.In Doof 101, the bugs were funny because of how out of place they are, and that seemed be the joke to make fun of spin offs. Here's an actual spin off with them actually being out of place.

23.I kinda sinned the bugs talking before but here's another reason it's a sin: They've done plenty of jokes about how Perry not talking leads to issues but sure, bugs can talk now.

24.They new about OWCA last years which contradicts a lot of the stuff they did know about in Doof 101, set after that and before this.

25.Wait, they have actual homes? Where do they live?

26.They survive this.

27.”Isn't it about time we talked about the elephant in the room?” Haw haw

28.”Okay, that was you” “Guilty” Fart Joke.

29.”Aw Nuts” Only Class A Humor with these bugs, I see.

30.They survive this.

31.Paul Rubens isn't Pee Wee Herman in this scene.

32.Can't wait for Monogram not knowing him to get a completely satisfying pay off.

33.Hands someone his screenplay while he is a currently  a hologram that cannot be touched.

34.Good thing they were conveniently outside so they weren't captured and this whole plot can happen.

35.Monogram do you really this exact set up every time you contact Agent P?

36.Btw, the fact that they were robots makes it even dumber that no one noticed them.

37.They happen to be bear a box with his address on it right as they are told about all this.

38.They run off without Heinz because, jerks.

39.”Tell my wife I love her” Disney!

40.I'm actually confused, why do they run to the Flynn Fletcher house to begin with?

41.Now Doof knows where the boys live, be sure to tell him not to tell them about your little secret, k?

42.Doof doesn't hear that giant explosion.

43.Thank god this one of the very few times the whole family happens to be out.

44.Harry's right, you're not exactly being too sympathetic here.

45.”Is this your liar?” You've seen it before, at least once.

46.”That is not what you wore when we were in space” Even at the end, he's good at sins.

47.You said it yourself, it's a canyon that looks grand, you can't miss it.

48.”These guys are really annoying” You're one to talk...too much.

49.”Wait a second, [silly thing instead of serious thing]” Cliche,

50.Making formations fools agents because reason.

51.”Isn't that something we should have checked before crawling through all that duct work?” Yes.

52.The Part 1 Credits ,...are something we actually see in Part 2. Whoops

53.Netflix repeats the intro again.

54.Monogram takes tactics from Sonic the Hedgehog.

55.The bugs effect the story but it's in a  bad way for the heroes, wah wah.

56.I sinned the whole cliché they are doing/repeating her with the screw but man they go full force in this scene with Doof.

57.”Who had the double espresso?' Nobody ordered anything specific.

58.Doof screwed up sure but come on, this is really dick-ish.

59.Sad Song

But it's by Kenny Loggins so...

59.Good song but the better 2015 cartoon appearance of Kenny was in Penn Zerro, sorry not sorry.

60.'Water is no longer coming out of my hole' Uh...

61.”Good guys sneak in only for it be a trap” cliché. One they did in AT2d.

62.Of course, they need Doof's help right after shunning him.

63.Yep, Karen's the dumb one.

64.The unpaid intern has an office?

65.The contractor thought Carl would like a bear that happens to be big enough for them to fit. Fine.

66.Dumb guy says something too smart for him cliché.

67.Olaf is talking about something being Frozen.

68.This is the 3rd time the bugs didn't die when they should. Serioisly.

69.Guys, Doof at least rescued you, stop being ungrateful!

70.Gee, wonder if Perry had a plan cooked up and isn't actually being a jerk.

71.Teamwork song.

72.Doof's voice had slowly being getting more off during season 4 and this episode is the worst offender, and this song really shows it.

73.”But (Shows doof's Butt). Boooooo

74.”You forgot the cat...they forgot you, you're the cat” Thanks for reminding us.

75.That's a very strong roof if the rocket thing can't burst through it.

76.”It opens from the outside sir' Wooooow.

77.You think a villain voice by Pe wee with a plan like this would be just a bit more memorable   than he ended up being, compared to the other P&F Villains.

78.This back and forth with the bugs goes on too long.

79.Holy crud, he;s a robot! Let's dive into-oh wait, first the bug stuff. Sigh.

80.Okay,now one survives their HEAD being chopped off? The bugs are invincible!

81.Wait so was he a robot back then or did Monogram's school or whatever accept a flea that can talk for some reason?

82.This music here is either from, or very much, like the music in the start of Sidetracked. Because taking the plot wasn't enough.

83.Get it, they are using the training stuff to parallel the opening. Subtle.

84.Those are not Hipster Glasses.

85.Perry learns teamwork....by leaving his other team members to do things on their own. Not  exactly Teamwork, per say.

86.How did he have time to write in that?

87.”Dumb character is smarter than they  look' cliché. Even if it's kinda badass.

88.Don't worry, bugs in this special can't die so that fan will do nothing to him.

89.In the end, them learning to work together was a bit rushed, honestly. Besides, it's cool that they can work together but only freaking Karen seems to be able to hold her own, off all of them.

90.Violin from hammer space. (Also, given his size, he stole this from Mr Krabs)

91.And the final Doof scene in this series has him screwing up again. Sigh.

92.If the bugs survive that, I quit.

93.Now for peeks of adventures that look way cooler than the one we just saw.

94.Ferb is credited BEFORE Phineas. The boys shouldn't even be first at all.

95.Wait, that whole house blowing up thing wasn't addressed at all afer that? Doof doing this was just...forgiven?

96.How were they able to replace before they got back? Maybe this is way we got no explanation to where the family was, to avoid a  plot hole but sorry, still a sin.

97.Hey wait, they didn't use this chance to address any of the unresolved plot lines from Season 4. And Vanessa was no one where to be seen despite getting that internship! And no Monty even though he was there during the last OWCA Crisis!

98.This never got picked up as a full series, even though I  bet it would good now that we got the flawed set up out of the way.

EPISODE SIN TALLY: 98

SENTENCE: Leave you standing outside

A tad more than I expected, given I had only seen this once prior. More than SBTy, but less than all the others. Interesting. Yeah, I got more critical but this lended itself more to it. I do like it, just not as much as I wanted to and especially after the charm of seeing the show again after the final wore off. Eh.

But with that said, that's ALL 223 EPISODES (and a movie) SINNED! Holy crap, we did it. We sinned every episode of Phineas and Ferb. I honestly thought I'd give up early on and at many points, I took long breaks.

But I think the final being announced made me want to buckle down and do this. So I got a better schedule and...we did it. I'm quite proud of myself, I never finish projects this big. Thank you all for reading these, (all few of you, although this blog has more followers than I thought I'd have, especially after having to make a new one). It was quite the trip and even if I was never perfect, I had fun.

As for the future, soon I'll start a poll for my next big sins related project, and I have a couple  more things to post here within  the coming days/week such as a look every sin tally to sin which episodes had the most sins and such. Plus any other extra fun stuff I come up with. The important ones will come soon, I want it to be this week but who knows. Either way, this is the end of episode sin posts.

Goodbye until whatever I post here next.