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[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3.5 is now available! 💖

For the last couple of months, only Server Boosters had access to the 3.5 update... Buuuuut now it's available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord — and soon itch.io once I'm happy with the QA and state of the game — so please don't feel pressured to join unless you want to!!

The full devlog + even more screenshots are under the cut ^^

What's been added to the 3.5 version?

📺 Streamer Mode!

I've been told that it's difficult to stream and monetise age-restricted videos on YouTube and Twitch, so I added an option to remove the sexual content and strong language used in the demo.

Now y'all can invite Ren into your bed for cuddles without putting your streamer career on the line /silly /lh

This won't affect the 18+ rating or dark themes/elements of the game, however! Although Streamer Mode will prevent you from seeing any "gruesome" CGs in the future, most of the core elements of the game will still be tied to the choices and decisions you make. So you won't miss out on the overall experience by using streamer mode!!

⚙️ Custom Pronouns!

It only took me one entire year to get around to it, but you can finally choose your own preferred pronouns (or use a set of pronouns instead)... At the cost of being able to change them mid-game ^^;

Since the original pronoun screen wouldn't update until a new scene was displayed, I temporarily disabled the feature. But once I find a workaround, I'll bring it back!

💗 Choose how others perceive you!

You can now choose how the cast and narration perceive you! Originally, the narration was kept strictly gender-neutral (outside of pronouns and genitalia picked by the player), but this will soon change in future updates.

For more clarity: you don't get to choose the words specifically, but you can choose between masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms!

📋 Separate top and bottom genitalia!

You can now choose your tatas and pps separately! >:3

Alongside that, you can also choose your preferred body type!

I removed the "both" genitalia option because a few players still assumed it was an obscure version of "intersex". That wasn't my intention and I don't want to mislead anyone, so I took it out for now ^^;

I also didn't want to include a screenshot of the new genitalia choices in action (because it's NSFW), so y'all get the same character menu screen for the nth time instead lmao

📱 Relationship Screen Overhaul!

You can now change your own status for more immersion, and long-term Server Boosters will eventually be able to submit and use their own icon within the game as well!

Stalking finding your friends has now become easier by using "Buddy Maps"; a new app that allows you to see the location of all the cast members!

I want to offer players more incentive to check the relationship screen since they tend to miss the status updates, so hopefully this might help ;v;

It also says it "updates every few hours" so folks don't go overboard and check every 5 seconds to see where Ren is gdsghf (also keep in mind that he's a hacker lol)

🖤 Additional Scenes Update!

Day 2 received a brand new CG!!!!! Originally, I planned on only adding a few CGs sporadically throughout the game, but it didn't feel right to leave Day 2 so... empty... so I added a brand new CG to (hopefully) make things feel more balanced and natural!

If you decline Teo's offer on Day 3, Leon will now call and try to convince you to reconsider. However, players are still allowed to decline, and if they do, they'll reach a dead end.

After listening to feedback on itch, I changed some of the dialogue during Days 1-3 to make it seem more consistent! They're only small changes though, so it's honestly not worth looking for sdgjssga

🎶 Updated BGM and SFX!

I wanted to try out a different style of music to see if it fits the vibe of 14DWY more! The BGM features more acoustics to suit the "beachy" theme of Corland Bay, though I made a conscious effort to include piano elements as well to stay true to the original!!

I figured it'd be better to give players a live example before I make a poll (to see if they prefer the change or not) and publish it to Itch.

Some new SFX have also been added, though it's very minimal and honestly not that noticeable.

How to download and play the update?

(warning: clicking on the following links will open Discord!!) To download the Day 3.5 update, simply join the 14DWY Discord server, verify your age, and visit the "14dwy-updates" channel!

Alternatively, you can also wait until the update is publicly released on Itch to play it as well!! (It normally gets released shortly after a round of QA testing/getting feedback from the server, though I may release it earlier if I feel like it hehe ^^)

Enjoy!!

[burningcheese-merchant]

ANSWER THIS AND YOU GET A FUNNY BURNING CHEESE COMIC

Hear me out

The ancients giving themselves up to the beasts as sacrifices if they agreed to leave earthbread alone and never wreck terror or show their faces again

I'd say everyone besides Flour would go:

Say less Babygirl*hops into a pumpkin carriage and rides off into the sunset*

Maybe Salt would need a lot of convincing because... Holy shit it could be this easy, Milk you seeing this, quick Spice snap a photo this is a moment in history

Flour is just in massive denial but would find a way to agree to mke it seem like it isn't about love or anything

Unknown3doors, don't tempt me like that 👀 don't tempt me like that, unknown3doors 👀 you're playing with fire, unknown3doors 👀🔥

Pure Vanilla surrendering to Shadow Milk would be the happiest day of Shadow's life. He makes Vanilla repeat himself multiple times, makes him announce it through a megaphone, they do a radio broadcast, Shadow makes a TV special out of it, Shadow writes poems and essays gloating and taunting... And then he eventually agrees to Vanilla's terms (although, he DOES try to haggle for permission to continue annoying people). Pure Vanilla is HIS!!! HE'S FINALLY HIS!!! FOREVER AND EVER!!!!!!! (And the Soul Jam, technically. But WHATEVER!!! HIS SILLY VANILLY!!!). Now Vanilla must endure having to spend EVERY SINGLE MINUTE of his life within 10 feet of Shadow AT ALL TIMES, or else the deal is off and Shadow will commit genocide in retaliation. Why the long face, though? You agreed to this! You knew this would happen! Maybe if Vanilla behaves well enough, like a good little doll, Shadow will allow himself to be HIS doll for a time. Tit for tat. It's only fair. They can be each other's playmate for eternity now...

Eternal Sugar would be 100% awake for the first time in forever if Hollyberry offered herself to her - in exchange for anything at all, it never had to have been for keeping innocents safe. Typical of Holly, in her estimate; she's not necessarily surprised by this. Maybe she'll feign a bit of surprise just because, maybe she'll tease Holly about it... But all in all, she's quite pleased. Now she can keep those pesky subjects of Holly's away from her much easier (as well as her friends... Including that ridiculous dragon...). Holly will learn to see things her way eventually. Appreciate the little things. Like a nice, long nap in a warm bed, in the arms of a loved one... Pleasant, sugary sweet dreams that are too comforting to wake up from... No one ever bothering them about anything ever again. Free from their responsibilities, free from the burden of the shield and the crown. Just the two of them in their own little world, pursuing their own happiness. Won't that be nice?

Mystic Flour would struggle to even entertain Dark Cacao's presence, never mind his... proposal (oh gods, not that word). She would refuse, and refuse, and refuse again. But Cacao does not give up, stubborn fool that he is. Curse his Light of Resolution... Eventually, in lieu of plainly refusing, she tries to appeal to reason. What about his kingdom? His people? What would they say, think, do? Will he leave them behind just to keep her pacified? What about his friends? His son? Who will rule in his absence? Unfortunately, Cacao has an answer for every single one of her questions... and, with an even greater undertone of misfortune... she likes them. That part of her that likes HIM also likes this. That he always has an answer for everything she says. That he won't bend the knee to her, no matter what. His self-sacrificing nature, bordering on martyrdom... just like hers once was. In truth, every word out of her mouth is only serving to delay her inevitable acceptance of his offer. A feeble attempt at shooing him away, one final shot at denying her feelings towards him, for having him around her constantly would be too much to bear, and she might... She... She'll break. She knows she will. And she can't have it. She won't stand for it.

... Dark Cacao, stubborn, handsome, selfless fool that he is. He has undone everything she ever worked for. Her apathy meant nothing the moment they locked eyes. It means nothing now, as they go back and forth about this foolish deal of his. And it won't mean anything when she eventually says yes.

(But she'll try to pretend otherwise, for as long as she can. Neither of them could handle the truth...)

Golden Cheese: Burning Spice, if you leave everyone else alone, I'll give myself to-

Burning Spice: DEAL!!!!!!!!! *pounces on her before she can actually finish or explain herself any further... What he does next, I'll let you imagine/decide 😉*

Silent Salt... wouldn't even believe it at first. He'd be astounded. Dumbfounded, really, that White Lily would say such a thing... Is this really her? Is someone forcing her to do this? What is the catch? Enough reassurance from her would convince him that she's being real and sincere and every other word that can be used to describe her deal, and... he accepts it. No other ifs, ands or buts. His White Lily... now, she really IS his White Lily. Forever and ever... He doesn't mind having to keep away from society; that's hardly a punishment. It costs him nothing. And if his White Lily is there with him, he won't even notice the difference...

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Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

My First Week of Training Showed Me I Should’ve Stayed a Nanny

You ever walk into a situation and immediately think, “Yeah… this ain’t it”?

That was me, day one of flight attendant training in Las Vegas.

I walked into that orientation room thinking I was entering my jet-set baddie era. You know heels clacking, lip gloss popping, ready to secure my wings and a whole new life. But the moment I sat down next to someone who was already highlighting her manual like it was the Bible and whispering flight codes under her breath like she was summoning a demon from Gate 42B… I knew. I had entered the cult of the sky.

I wasn't surrounded by other fun girls who just wanted free flights and international sneaky links. No, ma’am. These people were serious. Like “I was born to push a beverage cart and quote FAA regulations in my sleep” serious.

Meanwhile, I was sitting there wondering how soon I’d get my buddy passes and how I could finesse them for a weekend trip to Tulum.

Let’s be clear I was doing the work. I was studying. I was passing exams. But my heart? Not in it. My soul? Absolutely not. My spirit? It was on a beach somewhere sipping a mojito, wondering why my body was stuck in this beige conference room learning how to properly stow a life vest.

But one thing I will say I met some dope people. Real ones. My training besties: Francesca, Will, and eventually, Lea. Let me paint the picture:

Francesca, my roommate, and a literal angel. Ironically, we had met a year before, drunk in a nightclub bathroom, where she told me I was beautiful and gave me a tampon. (Fate? Maybe. Girl code? Definitely.)

Will, the ultimate class clown and sarcastic king. We bonded over talking sh*t about literally everyone else and making fun of the “this is my life purpose” crew. I knew he was my people when he side-eyed the instructor mid-safety demo like, “Sir, relax. It's not a TED Talk.”

And then there was Lea mysterious, quiet, vibes immaculate. She was the type who didn’t say much, but when she did, it hit. She kept to herself at first, but eventually we adopted her into our little misfit family. And thank God, because Lea brought the chill we needed to balance our chaos.

Together, we made training tolerable. We studied together, gossiped in the hallway, and trauma bonded over the cafeteria food (why did everything taste like wet cardboard?). But still… something felt off.

I started realizing I was not like the others. They cried during the safety videos. They screamed “teamwork makes the dream work” unironically. They wanted coworker barbecues. ME? I wanted a flexible schedule and to go ghost on my off days.

Then… Enter the Villain: Karen, the training team leader from hell. (No, her real name wasn’t Karen, but let’s be real she gave big Karen energy.)

She did not like me. From the jump. I could feel it in my bones. I wasn’t rah rah enough, didn’t pretend to be obsessed with the training manual, didn’t cry when we watched the “inspiration” video about how this job was “more than just peanuts and seatbelts.” (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)

I wasn’t trying to be fake. I just wasn’t trying to pretend that this was my lifelong calling when it really wasn’t. I just wanted to make it through training, collect my wings, and start collecting travel points and travel stories. But sis made it her mission to make my life miserable. It was like I didn’t drink the KoolAid, so she started side eying my cup.

Every little thing I did, she picked at. Didn’t smile enough. Didn’t raise my hand enough. Didn’t clap enthusiastically when they showed us how to evacuate a fake plane.

Ma’am, I am trying to survive on five hours of sleep and hotel eggs. Give me a break.

But regardless of her cult leader vibes, I kept pushing. I wasn’t about to let Flight School Barbie take me down. I studied, I practiced, I nodded politely, I even pretended to be excited about the beverage service module (barely).

And still… I could feel it coming. Something was off. The energy was weird. The universe was whispering, “Girl, this isn’t your destiny.”

Little did I know what was coming next in Blog 4… aka the moment Liz the Human Avalanche entered the chat and made it her life’s mission to get me out of the skies and back on the ground.

Stay tuned it’s about to get messy.

Source: Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

[fallofthecelestial]

Okay. Since we're going over all the takes on Mr. X at this point.. What if his powers really don't have a backside. What if (the state of) his normal life is the backside.

What if his normal life is akin to that of heroes where he has to pretend to be something he's not and follow rules that the people who control his life came up with to further their own goals. What if he can only be free of other people's beliefs and expectations when he's a hero.

What if in reality he truly is like everyone else. The other heroes. The ordinary people. All those who work themselves to the bone, who are tired and overworked and sick of all the exploitation...

What if when he's in the form of the number one hero.. when he becomes the most sought after product on the hero market..

Is when he gains the freedom to truly be himself

[theokusgallery]

Oh right. Virgil with a muzzle, everyone

KtS(aWtG)!AU by @greenninjagal-blog :)

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 7 - Favourite Job - Ninja

Tragedy stuck when she hit the shore of Tuliyollal: Her beloved pinwheel stolen by a strangely familiar face.

[crazywolf828]

Hey there friends

I wanted to hold off making any donation posts until I knew how much it would cost but the situation got a lot more dire.

Mom's had a heart attack, my grandpa died, and my uncles are coming after our house.

My grandfather died just before Christmas, it was a shock to all of us as he seemed to be doing fine. His final wishes were to be cremated and spread over the beaches with my grandma, everyone has known this, but because he didn't write a will before getting sick with Alzheimer's and dementia all of his children have to agree on what to do with his body. If they don't he gets turned over to the state and disposed of, and we never get him back.

Yesterday my mom had a mild heart attack, she's still in the hospital now (though she seems to be doing better) because we found out my uncles are refusing to cooperate. I'll explain the full story under the cut but they haven't been around for over twelve years and are now coming after our house.

The funeral is at minimum going to be 4k not including any lawyers we need to get to get control of his body and fight my uncles. If you can spare anything at all, please I'm begging more now than ever before, donate if you can or just reblog.

Thank you all, so much, for everything you do and have done.

My uncles have never been around, the last time was after a settlement from my grandmothers wrongful death where they took almost all the money. We got enough to buy our current house and that was it. My mom and grandpa specifically put on the deed that they both owned it so my uncles couldn't steal it once my grandpa passed away.

Well, we found out it is considered an asset, until we are able to get a death certificate to get his name off the house and give my mom full ownership, my uncles can technically try and get a part of his assets (even though we have no other money).

We haven't seen them in 15 years. They weren't around when we had to take care of my grandpa after his surgery in 2016 and his decline in mental health after. We couldn't afford to put him in a home so we did what we could.

They weren't there during the outbursts and anger of my grandpa not knowing who we were, having to give him baths, change his diapers, taking him to the hospital, making sure his food was soft enough he could eat it. But now they think there's money on the line and they want to bleed us dry when all we have is our house.

We were told all of this yesterday at the funeral home, told that if we don't go to court or they don't all agree on what to do with his body then he gets turned over to the state and disposed of. We would never get him back.

The stress caused my mom to have a minor heart attack, she was transferred to a bigger hospital and is currently having a cath test done because she already has an autoimmune disease.

I can't do much else to help other than come on here and ask for help, I have so many of my own illnesses that prevent me from working and the government is giving me a tough time trying to get on disability.

It's a lot and I'm just so lost and I'm sorry to ask again, I'm sorry to make another donation post, but please, we need this so much, every bit helps.

[mayhemspreadingguy]

I did these illustrations for @beholdingthegaytimes 's fic 'It's Only Forever, Not Long At All' which is a part of The Endless Big Bang 2023.

[completeoveranalysis]

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Chapitre 221 - Remaining Laws of Nature

I’m fully in love with the bottom panels - how the Syaorans and Sakuras are transposed over each other. Especially when it’s a glimpse of horrified empathy over the suffering that other versions of themselves have gone through - on top of all the suffering that they themselves have already gone through. 

It feels like such an emotional win that Yuuko says that’s enough. There won’t be any more suffering for them. They’ve all gone through so much that they don’t need any more - more won’t achieve anything. It’s very nice that the suffering-wish-cost-balance-maths also agrees on this front. 

On a different meta level it’s so fascinating that Clamp wrote it this way. It's another moment where you can really see the way their storytelling changed over the years, especially when you compare this moment to something like RG Veda or X/1999, where there is rampant suffering in endlessly horrible ways. Here in Tsubasa Clamp establish a limit - they have Yuuko directly address Syaoran and Sakura and tell them that they’ve gone through enough and they deserve to just live now. It’s a huge shift in emotional focus, in a similar way to how Fai and Kurogane both survived Seresu - another arc that would have ended differently had it been an earlier CLAMP work rather than a later one. 

I just really enjoy their changing priorities over time and how here in their most climactic work the note they keep going back to is, “Actually, that’s enough suffering. You have earned peace.”

[crafting-mojo]

oh that's just my bird don't mind him anyways-

[wolfwarrior142]

*cracks knuckles* Well time to annoy the absolute crap out of Netflix about The Dragon Prince: Season 8-10 even more than before

[un-pearable]

american comics suck bc every once in a while you’ll pick up one of your favorite titles and genuinely have no idea what your favorite character will look like

[shorthaltsjester]

fuuuuck your point about fjorjester fans who constantly compare them to Travis+Laura is something I’ve been trying to articulate why it bothers me for ages. Like yes, they are a very sweet couple and I love the behind-the-scenes shenanigans and discussions around the gradual development, but that’s pretty much confetti to Fjord and Jester themselves

sorry for the delay in responding to this, anon! i frequently forget that this inbox exists and this apps inconsistency w/ actually giving me notifications means it’s an uphill battle but ANYWAY. yeah no it’s truly like, it’s a similar phenomenon to some of the defences of cr3 where the parasocial aspects of cr fandom leads people to make claims about how it’s just a group of friends around a table — or in this case, just a married couple falling in love again. both of which completely dismiss the actual skills, talent, and effort which denote the successes of cr’s storytelling. because obviously the real people inform the characters in a unique way in actual play — i always think of brennan’s metaphor that characters in ttrpgs are like a kind of stained glass over the real person, a completely different and separate entity but an entity nonetheless made compelling and beautiful by the thing behind it — but to say that the success of fjord and jester comes down to the pre-existing relationship that exists between travis and laura, even when used as some kind of compliment or reason to enjoy the relationship rather than the dismissal it is often used as by fjorester dislikers, that (in addition to just, not being plausible) completely undersells how much character work both of them do to create characters who fall for each other in ways that Mean Something for the development of their characters — for example, the fact that jester spends the early campaign hard crushing on fjord but then doesn’t actually realize she capital L loves him until they’re in a relationship and she realizes that rather than the romance novel, huge sweeping romantic gestures (though fjord also gives her those) she’s learned growing up, love is being completely comfortable with the person she’s with is an excellent expression of jester’s ongoing character development with lessening her naivety while maintaining her love and whimsy. similarly, the fact that it’s two sets of Is It Too Late?s that prompt fjord into beginning to realize his feelings and then act on them; where as travis has mentioned at panels & in no longer available talks machina’s (whose number i could find for citations sake it so needed) fjord realized he might be losing something he hadn’t realized was really there during the jellyfish convo & that he was prompted to finally confess to jester and ask to kiss her because her life was at risk and that after vandran, fjord wasn’t about to let another person leave him without ensuring he told them what they mean to him, that’s all extremely important for fjords development as someone who cares for and takes notice of those around him in his role as the groups leader/diplomat/protector as well as his development towards being able to actually go and seek vandran out instead of just accepting that it might simply be the case that he’ll never get to tell him what he meant to him. none of the power of those character choices comes from the fact that laura and travis are actually married. and it’s consistently infuriating to see what is genuinely one of my favourite narrative love stories be reduced to a relationship that, aside from providing context for a crush that is also narratively grounded from the start of the campaign and (as both travis and laura have mentioned) provided travis with a lower barrier to entry re: romance in dnd, really has very little to do with the story that unfolds

anyway sorry for the word vomit op. it is early in the morning & im procrastinating grading at any and all cost. but yeah tldr: real fucking stupid to look at a story as good as fjord & jesters, as characters who develop in such a way that begets an extremely compelling relationship, and think that saying it’s bc of the real marriage of their creators is in any way a compliment.

[dollar-store-mothman]

you know the hyperfixation is bad when you get the most amount of work done if you tell yourself you have to finish all your homework before you can watch a sfth video

[notdefendingtaylor]

wishing everyone a Very Merry 'pls wake up and realize that charity donations by the ultra wealthy are a tax write off that at best is a tiny band-aid on the deeply flawed and iniquitous system that would even allow there to be billionaires (wealth hoarders) in the first place'

and a happy new year

[tonkysexist]

The MCU using AI art really shouldn’t have been a surprise all things considered. They have been very explicit about how they like to recreate comic panels and covers in the shows/movies and in their advertising, but have never credited the artists nor payed them (David Aja confirmed as much). Same goes for the people who wrote the stories they’re adapting, Ed Brubaker gets more residuals for an 8 second cameo in the Winter Soldier movie than he gets from Marvel Studios for writing the story the movie heavily relies on. For creating the version of a character they have profited off of for years now. Marvel Studios has never valued artists of any variety and the bigger the MCU gets the more glaring this problem is becoming in its output.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

what kind of favour do you require in exchange for an equineswap jiang yanli

I will fight god if that's what it takes.

No favour required! These guys were in the original doodle dump!

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Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult

My First Week of Training Showed Me I Should’ve Stayed a Nanny

You ever walk into a situation and immediately think, “Yeah… this ain’t it”?

That was me, day one of flight attendant training in Las Vegas.

I walked into that orientation room thinking I was entering my jet-set baddie era. You know heels clacking, lip gloss popping, ready to secure my wings and a whole new life. But the moment I sat down next to someone who was already highlighting her manual like it was the Bible and whispering flight codes under her breath like she was summoning a demon from Gate 42B… I knew. I had entered the cult of the sky.

I wasn't surrounded by other fun girls who just wanted free flights and international sneaky links. No, ma’am. These people were serious. Like “I was born to push a beverage cart and quote FAA regulations in my sleep” serious.

Meanwhile, I was sitting there wondering how soon I’d get my buddy passes and how I could finesse them for a weekend trip to Tulum.

Let’s be clear I was doing the work. I was studying. I was passing exams. But my heart? Not in it. My soul? Absolutely not. My spirit? It was on a beach somewhere sipping a mojito, wondering why my body was stuck in this beige conference room learning how to properly stow a life vest.

But one thing I will say I met some dope people. Real ones. My training besties: Francesca, Will, and eventually, Lea. Let me paint the picture:

Francesca, my roommate, and a literal angel. Ironically, we had met a year before, drunk in a nightclub bathroom, where she told me I was beautiful and gave me a tampon. (Fate? Maybe. Girl code? Definitely.)

Will, the ultimate class clown and sarcastic king. We bonded over talking sh*t about literally everyone else and making fun of the “this is my life purpose” crew. I knew he was my people when he side-eyed the instructor mid-safety demo like, “Sir, relax. It's not a TED Talk.”

And then there was Lea mysterious, quiet, vibes immaculate. She was the type who didn’t say much, but when she did, it hit. She kept to herself at first, but eventually we adopted her into our little misfit family. And thank God, because Lea brought the chill we needed to balance our chaos.

Together, we made training tolerable. We studied together, gossiped in the hallway, and trauma bonded over the cafeteria food (why did everything taste like wet cardboard?). But still… something felt off.

I started realizing I was not like the others. They cried during the safety videos. They screamed “teamwork makes the dream work” unironically. They wanted coworker barbecues. ME? I wanted a flexible schedule and to go ghost on my off days.

Then… Enter the Villain: Karen, the training team leader from hell. (No, her real name wasn’t Karen, but let’s be real she gave big Karen energy.)

She did not like me. From the jump. I could feel it in my bones. I wasn’t rah rah enough, didn’t pretend to be obsessed with the training manual, didn’t cry when we watched the “inspiration” video about how this job was “more than just peanuts and seatbelts.” (Spoiler alert: it’s not.)

I wasn’t trying to be fake. I just wasn’t trying to pretend that this was my lifelong calling when it really wasn’t. I just wanted to make it through training, collect my wings, and start collecting travel points and travel stories. But sis made it her mission to make my life miserable. It was like I didn’t drink the KoolAid, so she started side eying my cup.

Every little thing I did, she picked at. Didn’t smile enough. Didn’t raise my hand enough. Didn’t clap enthusiastically when they showed us how to evacuate a fake plane.

Ma’am, I am trying to survive on five hours of sleep and hotel eggs. Give me a break.

But regardless of her cult leader vibes, I kept pushing. I wasn’t about to let Flight School Barbie take me down. I studied, I practiced, I nodded politely, I even pretended to be excited about the beverage service module (barely).

And still… I could feel it coming. Something was off. The energy was weird. The universe was whispering, “Girl, this isn’t your destiny.”

Little did I know what was coming next in Blog 4… aka the moment Liz the Human Avalanche entered the chat and made it her life’s mission to get me out of the skies and back on the ground.

Stay tuned it’s about to get messy.

Source: Flight Attendant Training Exposed: I Wanted Free Flights, Not a Lifestyle Cult