#jenky apples

[punkascas]

the story of the underwear cockles op

y’all wanna hear the story of how @amazinmango and i got this photo op at phxcon this weekend?

PART ONE: BEFORE THE OP

so here’s the thing: n o n e of this was planned. it was amazing, hilarious, ridiculous kismet. 

mango’s had his birthday recently, and so i brought his birthday present with me to phxcon. part of the present was a pair of jensen’s underbears (i think the text i sent mango right after jib was, “we’re close enough that it’s not weird if i buy u underwear right????”) bc i thought that was hilarious from jib and mango is a huge jensen fan and dean!boy. so the original joke was just that mango could have the bear underwear. i also got him a second pair in orange, bc orange is his fav colour. this was as far as i thought this would go. 

so i get into phoenix thursday night and give mango his present. we didn’t know there were cockles photo ops until friday afternoon when we saw hard tickets for sale. i distinctly remember being bummed that my hometown con had cockles photo ops for sale online but phxcon, the one i was actually going to, did not. but obviously once i saw they were available, like. THERE WAS ONLY ONE CHOICE. so after deciding it was completely financially irresponsible when we have no money, i bought the op. 

i can’t remember when it occurred to us that we had both the underbears and a pair of lucky orange underwear for misha in our hotel room. we wanted to do something fun and funny for the op, and cracked ourselves up at the idea. but we were also aware that it could be, you know, kind of sort of maybe intensely uncomfortable to be like (a) i know what underwear u were wearing and (b) here i brought pairs of them for you to further laugh over. i have a T E R R I B L E akdslkjkas embarrassment squick, so we didn’t want to do anything that made us uncomfortable, and we definitely didn’t want to do anything that would make misha or jensen uncomfortable. we wanted them to have fun with us and play around with us. 

we ran our idea passed our roomie, who has some good con experience, to see if she thought it would fly or not. we agreed on judging our plan based on their mood on the day and asking them if they felt comfortable enough to do it was the best course of action, with a back-up plan ready to go immediately just in case, so j+m knew we were serious that they could totally pass on it if it was weird. CONSENT AND SAFE SPACE. we were hella concerned about this. 

PART TWO: THE PHOTO OP

sunday we get all our props together, the underwear for Plan A and the wigs for Plan B. (both mango and i have mohawks, so we bought them mohawk wigs so the four of us could just mohawk it up). finally tickets for our op get called and i bounce all the way down the corridor next to mango, first as a joke and then for serious because i started to get nervous/excited and asking mango who was gonna talk and how were we gonna get the backstory out quickly that they were mango’s birthday underwear and it was just too funny and coincidental to us to pass up and we love them and we’re sorry and they can totally say no. 

so we get into the room, and at this point i’m chanting PROPERTY TAXES in my head to try to adult maturely and repress the hysterical giggling i’ve been doing for the last half hour, while also dancing around bc i always need to move, especially when i’m all adrenaline-y and happy and slightly manic (as anyone who has ever drank with me will tell u), and mango’s false mask of calm is completely dissolving as he starts swearing and we can SEE THEM and they’re RIGHT THERE and we really want Plan A to be a go but we don’t know and also they are like two meters from us holy shit holy shit breathe. 

at the j2 panel, jensen seemed like he was in a good mood, but that had also been a couple hours passed already. so we check in the handler, and she’s like, nah you’re fine they’ve been happy and playful all day go ask. so then it was us! and we showed them what we brought and did our quick spiel that i bought the underwear for mango for his birthday and they can totally say no; we just thought it was funny. so jensen and misha are, like, inspecting the underwear and jensen does really seem to like those underbears. he was like checking the size and holding them up against himself to see how they’d fit. mango mentions to jensen that i bought one of the last pairs because when i reloaded the website after paying, they said SOLD OUT. and then jensen leans over to misha and laughs that he should’ve bought stock in ethika. 

so at this point we’ve taken up wayyyy more time than we’re supposed to and get waved to move to the side out of the frame (we already mentioned we didn’t want to be in the photo once they said yes), and jensen and misha pose, and then given us back the underwear and i got a quick hug from jensen. 

PART THREE: THE AUTOGRAPHS

obviously after this both mango and i are, like, hysterical and super happy and can’t believe they actually fucking did the thing. and had fun with it. and it wasn’t awkward and they don’t hate us or think we’re creepy and we’re going to have an amazing, amazing photo. so, like. i know a lot of people will cry before/during/after their photo ops, but for me, apparently my response is just loud, uncontrollable pleased cackling. i laughed for the next hour and 15 minutes just continuously and bouncing around and waiting impatiently for the photos to come out so we could take a picture and be like  LOOK AT WHAT WE DID. which is when i posted the op yesterday. 

right after that, jensen and jared started signing autographs. so we’re waiting for our row to be called while i’m watching my phone start to blow up with notes and questions and mango and i also realize that we’re starving and need to go get food stat. 

we’re standing in line for jensen’s auto cramming bacon-loaded grease sandwiches in our faces with one hand and watching our phones with the other hand when i start to notice the op getting tagged with #underbears and people asking if we’re going to get them signed. and, okay, i love you fandom. i love you so, so much, so i say this with all the love in the world. but when i read the tag #underbears i literally fell down on the floor laughing because that was the funniest shit i had ever heard in my life at that point. and was like, MANGO WE NEED JENSEN TO SIGN THESE I HAVE TO TELL HIM ABOUT THE UNDERBEARS TAG. and mango was like, well we’ll ask but say he can sign something else, and i was like, no no no he h a s  t o i have to tell him that his underwear has a tag and it’s great and i love everything right now. 

so again, once we got up near the table, we asked the handler if it’d be okay, and they were like, oh please he’s signed like four pairs already. so: score! 

jensen totally remembered us, and we thanked him for being such a good sport about everything, and then i told him about the tag. which his response to was an eyebrow and a, “well, r a w r.” in that smirky smug playful attractive asshole way of his. and then he signed the underbears with rawr as well. 

we thought that’d be it (i was after mango for autos, and was waiting for jensen to sign my thing quickly), but then jensen asks mango if he’s tried ethika and what he thinks and mango says yes and then jensen gets into this, like, two minute discussion about underwear preferences and how comfortable ethika is. to the point where he leans back, spreads his legs, pulls up the hem of his shirt, and shows us like almost the entire crotch of the underwear he’s currently wearing. which were these:

so. you know. THAT HAPPENED. 

he’s also a size large. 

you’re welcome, fandom.

and to anyone STILL wondering if it was the bear underwear jensen had on at JIB: uhh, yes, yes it was. and to anyone STILL wondering if we made jensen uncomfortable: no, no, we didn’t. we took a lot of pains not to, and he laughed and joked around with us both at the op and at the autos. 

we’re getting the jpeg, so high resolution is coming, so you can see their ridiculous smug teasing faces better. i’m probs gonna write up something about the rest of my time at the con, because that was ALSO amazing, but at least now you have the Saga of the Underbears. 

[hezroudhiaga]

OOC Update and Changes

Due to a bunch of pointless drama I won’t go into many of us have felt that KAIJU was not a fit. A typical “bad apple rots the bunch” sort of tale everyone is familiar with.

With that in mind, we have moved on and I am continuing Hezrou’s stories and progression with no retcons through the Realm with a new family (and a majority of familiar old ones!) into the new chapter of our lives.

Sorry for lack of stories, but we needed time to sort our plans and collab on how we escaped. Now that we integrated into the new FC expect more tales and stories! And maybe comics -brow waggle-

Thank you for reading, will update soon! <3

PS - I just finished one hell of an immersive rp session for strengthening some bonds. Expect some gud shit on Hezrou’s past~

PPS - Long story short, Jenki, Hezrou, Cirina and Tagadhur escaped the Syndicate without notice and Hezrou contacted his ex-wife with memory loss for help because Cirina was critically injured with possibly losing a child because poor medics and lack of treatment. We got proper care for her, Hezrou and Jenki and they now seek refuge with Fairy tail (spacing cuz anime and not wanting ads on here) to live better lives. Now for new adventures and NPCing bad assassination attempts! Woo!

BIG thanks to @mayoke-rin for plotting out key events for the migration to be as smooth as possible and a MASSIVE thank you to @shivaxlunaria for being an amazing guild leader and being there for me throughout it all and accepting my refugee friends AND Tyrenell for being the raider with the greatest RP I’ve ever seen in months! <3

[mmjjbbaannkkss]

#C40: I've been in knots for a week, i got my sets pumped even if i had to gig extended and became a-jenky walking 🚶again, i switched b/w heel stances, even trying cabled-resistance swings thinking my agility's hang up was that i wasn't chopping enuf wood, i can't begin to even think, i sat in lotus, my knees waved like bow 🏹 strings, so i perched on my foot, and cracked the muscle in my front upper thigh, size of an apple, alleviation amaze and stood tall first time in a week, the supporting musculature of my backside deserves 36hrs altho i might stretch out tomorrow, it's all connected all the time!

[punkascas]

WHAT DID JENSEN SAID ABOUT THE UNDERWEAR?

HE SAID TO MISHA THAT HE SHOULD’VE BOUGHT STOCK IN ETHIKA 

and then later in the autos also talked to us (or, you know, mango) about preferences in underwear and how great ethika is and went RAWRRRR in that w a y of his and then showed us what underwear he was wearing today

[punkascas]

Ok but what pair was he wearing today

I C A N N O T FIND IT ON THE ETHIKA WEBSITE

which is driving me nuts bc it was the pair i was considering buying for @amazinmango instead of the other orange pair i got him (orange is his fav colour). 

so like. navy blue waistband and kind of orange-y salmon-y diamond pattern???

anyone got better google-fu than i?

[punkascas]

what's the evidence that Jensen was drunk at JIBCon? like did he say something about it?

ha ha, you’re making me feel like i’m talking to a client, nonny. except i don’t have 20 years of industry research to cite. 

so, generally, there’s not hard evidence, like a test that said his blood alcohol levels were such-and-such or jensen himself saying that he was really drunk. but there is circumstantial evidence? in the form of (a) the actors, including jensen, drinking on stage during panels; (b) commentary from people at the con saying that the boys were drinking; (c ) apple juice (i.e. whiskey) being a running joke at jibcon for at least the past 5 years; (d) jared made some comment during his panel with misha that he took a nap earlier and misha joked back that 8 years ago when jib started it would have been that jared passed out instead; and (e) jensen’s general behaviour, with his giggle fits and being emotional and doing things like flashing misha his underwear on stage. 

like, YMMV with what you think about how much someone needs to drink to be considered drunk, and whether jensen’s behaviour is that of someone who is just really happy and hyper, or someone who is tipsy, or someone who is actualfax drunk.

for me, the distinction doesn’t really matter i guess. all the jokes in fandom i see about NESNEJ seem to be affectionate teasing and that most of us find him to have been adorable at jib, whatever the reason for it. i like watching jensen (presumably) having a good time, especially when he’s usually a lot more reserved or can seem to get nervous and shy talking in front of people. it’s cute.     

[punkascas]

i saw the post about jensen's style and im... reALLY into clothes and i literally didnt know tying your shirt on your hips is considered bad? :O i love doing it and it looks good on a lot of people? what the heck. also i never realized there was so much shade on jensen's style lol. i like most of his outfits. the mustard pants are ok? i could complain about fedora only and i dont think wallet chains are great but thats just... personal taste i guess. that has been an enlightening read lmao

YES IT LOOKS GOOD I TOTALLY DO IT TOO. IT SHOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED BAD. 

THIS IS A HILL I AM PREPARED TO DIE ON. 

(bc also i agree with post i reblogged that jensen does a lot of 90s grunge in his look, and flannel shirt around waist totally fits with that)

and ha, see, we’re switched, you and me, because to me that fedora is legit but the mustard trousers are hilarious. but then i’m also like, mustard is generally a difficult colour to pull off so props for the guts to try??? or smth??

generally i just like his style (or i like that he has one, that he tries) and don’t care if people throw shade, as long as it’s in picspam form where i can ogle and appreciate. but then i also don’t get why there is so much shade bc fashion is totally subjective and personal taste why pretend otherwise anyone who tries to insist there are rules just sounds dumb. 

but then i hope that maybe people who do throw shade, do it from a place of affectionate like i do when i see pics of him and im like, W O W that suit is sooo s h i n y. because all that is for me is the urge to be his gay best friend and go shopping with him and we can talk about girls (or just how danneel is gr8). 

i just have lots of FEELINGS about clothes and jensen’s clothes in particular ok

[hezroudhiaga]

Peculiar Interests

(These were taken from RP done in game and fluffed up for story purposes. I do not have any claim to things said or done by characters other than my own. Enjoy! This is part one of this event, but i cut it down due to it’s sheer size. Enjoy!)

Things in the new Free Company had been going so smoothly. For the first time in months Hezrou felt...happier. His heart did ache, but he was in a better place. Akuma wouldn't be able to find them there for a while, he knew, and even if they did they had plenty of people to look out for them. This group, no, family, was far reaching and far stronger than the Syndicate had ever hoped to be. He knew this to be true.

He knew the person he was willing to start over with was corrupted. She was manipulating him. And he knew his words were nothing when he asked her to stay behind. Asked her to help the rest of them but chose on a whim to listen to their foolish leader instead. It nearly got Cirina and her unborn child killed.

Nearly got him killed. Jenki, he knew, was looking out for everyone but even he knew Akuma would punish him, too, for disrupting her. For triggering her oh-so-delicate triggers. It...disgusted him the more he thought about it.

His reflection of the past was interrupted by joyous laughter beside him. His eyes shifted to his left to see Tagadhur sitting beside him on the large couch in the library that the company had made for their members, a sanctuary of knowledge, laughing with Jenki over some jokes being thrown at each other. He had never seen Taga smile...not like this. He was a family man. He gave up his role in the Syndicate for his new life with Cirina. Willingly helped them escape to keep her safe. To get her the help she truly needed for the baby's survival because the medics within the Syndicate weren't enough.

And Jenki. Jenki's smile lit Hezrou's world. His best friend that he loved so much...They had just barely had their feelings known to each other shortly after leaving that cursed Syndicate of lies and it made the pain of letting Yukihana fall for Akuma's lies alone that much easier.

This was better. Even if he had brought them to his ex-wife for help...even if seeing her again with her lost memory still hurting him to this day. This was better than the looming death over his head should he fail a mission or 'step out of line'.

Better than being lied to...

He felt better having saved them. His thoughts were broken when Jenki's eye shifted to him with a grin on his face. Tagadhur had said something that made Jenki look at him. He sat up a bit more to pay more attention as Tagadhur crossed his arms across his chest, grinning at a comment Jenki had made. Something about a contest, from what Hezrou barely picked up in his daydreaming.

"It's not how big your sword is, it's how you use it." His deep voice replied. Jenki looked like a child at this, trying to man up and one up a more seasoned man in front of him. "Oh, but I am the master of my blade too, friend. Those who cross me swoons." His eyes moved to Hezrou again. Why?

Then it hit him. It hit Hezrou so hard that he felt his face light up as he flushed deeply. Oh no. This wasn't a talk on actual swords. "What...in the seven hells, Jenki." Hezrou uttered.

Tagahdur didn't even seem phased. "Oh? Well, can you make your woman scream your name while you're whispering sweet nothings into her ear?" He replied as if the subject at hand was rather natural. "Oh, I must say, I can say you are probably beat with that too, friend! I'm a jack of all trades master of all." He winked as he leaned back. "Even men fall for my might!"

Hezrou buried his face into his hands. What an idiot, he thought.

"I highly doubt that." Tagadhur easily threw back. "Oh?" Jenki hopped to his feet almost immediately, which made Hezrou jolt and his tail bristle in the surprise as he looked over at the two Xaela trying to one up each other. Oh no. Jenki, no! Jenki walked over to stand in front of Hezrou. "I bet I could make Hez blush thicker than a wildfire on the hottest day in Ul'Dah!" He smirked down at him. Hezrou's ears drew back as he knew what could come next. His face only grew hotter.

"Oh. You two are.....OH." Tagahdur stopped himself as he stared at the two through his red-tinted glasses. He almost looked surprised. The two blinked and looked towards the older Xaela. "What?" Jenki asked. "We're what? Best friends? Yeah, duh." He added casually. Hezrou's head jerked to Jenki at that, as if screaming at him if he was serious. Then his head turned sharply back to Tagadhur. He was like a poor Miqo'te being shined in the face with a bright light. "Do you think I am blind?" Tagadhur asked. Jenki raised a brow in return.

"Blind? To what?" The Black Mage placed a bookmark gently into the book in his hands to snap it shut with his thumb. He then rested the book into his lap and leaned on his leg towards them, his eyes faintly showing above the rim of his red glasses. "You two are obviously an item."

Jenki was oblivious. So oblivious, in fact, that Hezrou was confused if he was trying to lie on purpose or unintentionally stupid. "But we don't have any items on us."

"Am Item. You two are together."

Jenki then realized what he meant and blushed quickly. "Um, I think we may be talking about that but no, I...I need to powder my nose..." He sounded like he was pulling any and every excuse he could straight out of his ass. "Why...Why don't you learn what the letter Q is while I do that!" He ran straight out of the room like he had just learned the house was on fire. Hezrou's face never felt so red in his life. He slowly buried his hands back over his face in his fluster and Tagadhur just smiled a small crack before opening his book once more. There was a moment of silence between them before the Xaela spoke.

"Is he like that in bed as well?" He asked. Hezrou shot a look at Tagadhur. "N-No!..." He said quickly. From the doorway, a Hyur was watching them with an interest. A small chuckle broke their silence. "Is he always so skiddish?" They asked. He stepped quietly to join them on the couch on the opposite end, crossing a leg across the other. "Enjoying yourselves?" He asked. Hezrou looked over at this new arrival, his face still flustered and looking like he had been the butt of a huge joke. "Not...particularly..." Hezrou replied quietly. The Astrologian looked at the Miqo'te and smiled a bit more. "Looks like you guys are fitting in nicely around here."

Hezrou hunched over a bit, running his hands over his face to try and shake the embarrassment before looking back at this Hyur next to them. "It's a weird feeling...to relax after so long of tension."

Tagadhur nodded in agreement. "I'm settling in quite well. There's so many books on thaumaturgy for me to read." He added.

A grin spread across the Hyur's face. "I think there's still some tension you need to sort out." He said as he looked at Hezrou. The Miqo'te just gave him a dull look. His eyes turned to Taga. "If you need any lessons on Black Magic, well, Faye is the one to go to."

"I'm not one to bother people for my own benefit." Tagadhur shrugged a shoulder, thumbing to the next page of his book.

"Hah!" The Hyur laughed. "Bothering Faye with giving her attention? I think not. She seems to take a liking toward you, Tagadhur." He then looked at Hezrou, leaning closer to the albino Miqo'te. "Forgive me for prying," He said softly. "But I have a certain...extra sense about people. Your aura in particular..." Hezrou looked at this man before slowly leaning back away from him. "Annnnd...THAT didn't sound creepy at all."

The Xaela beside him scoffed loudly. "She just wants Cirina all to herself and has to go through me." The Hyur looked up at Taga, his smile slowly returning as he sat back straight. "If you care to put that theory to the test," He chuckled. "I'm sure she will surprise you." He then looked sheepishly at Hezrou. "Sorry, I have always let my magic guide me. It is difficult for me not to."

"Bah." Tagahdur shut his book again. "She probably won't bother with me anyway. I have the aether, or so the Coco brothers tell me, but I can't focus it myself." He seemed so frustrated with this. The man looked the Xaela over, then his eyes went to his staff. "If I may," He said, offering his hand. "May I see your weapon?"

Hezrou didn't want to get in their way so he slowly stood and moved along outside of the room. He wanted to see if Jenki was calmed down and doing better. He also wanted some time alone to shake off his feelings. Looking around the large Manson he slowly worked his way downstairs to the main lobby. He heard of a downstairs bar and knew the Xaela was likely there for some reason. He walked down the extra set of stairs to the dining hall and bar to see Jenki drinking there. "Oh, there you are," Hezrou smiled as he stepped off the last step and made his way over to seat himself beside his partner. "You left me up there with Tagadhur and this creep talking about how he had an interest in my aura." He visibly shuttered.

Jenki shakily drank down his apple juice, shocked at having been found out by Tagadhur. His time with Hezrou was amazing but he never thought he'd be challenged like that. He noticed Hezrou and nodded as he drank some more. "Hmm-hmm." He said around the rim and swallowed. "Some weird guy? I mean, aren't we all weird?"

The Miqo'te sighed. "No...I mean..." He looked up, trying to describe it. "He leaned all close and...I don't know, it weirded me out!" He looked forward a bit and leaned against the bar. His tail waved ever so slightly as it hung off the side of the chair. "You...alright there, Jenki?"

Jenki looked over to stare at Hezrou as juice dripped from his scaled chin. "I-I'm just startled Taga saw right through us!" He chuckled lightly as he thought about the guy. "Those who tend to see auras are those who see the future...or do you not believe that like I do?"

That was a good question. Did he? Hezrou wasn't too sure himself. He remembered when he was with his wife she was all into Tarot cards and readings...He saw it as superstitious nonsense but...she seemed to really be into it. And now she was an Astrologian and was able to do all sorts of things with cards. He hummed quietly. "I don't know if I do or not." He said. "I'd like better proof of the future sight before i could believe that." He looked over at Jenki. "Besides, there's no need to hide our relationship anymore. Just from Akuma and the Syndicate so he couldn't use it as a crutch against us." He looked down after that, kicking his feet a bit. "Taga's comment was what flustered me most..." He admitted quietly.

"S-Same." Jenki shrugged. "Well, I think it should be said now, but hey, talk to him and maybe he can help you settle since you seem to have a hard time with that."

"Heard you two talking and thought, "Eh, intrusive is more my style"." That Hyur's voice came, making both of them jump in their seats. Jerking their heads they could see him sitting beside them easily. "Gets things moving faster." He smiled at them. Neither of them had noticed at all the Hyur had returned to them and took a seat at the bar with them.

Hezrou was about to ask if he should when that voice came. Perfect timing, it seemed. "While you're here...I guess I can humor you on your observations earlier." He sighed at the Hyur. The other raised a brow at Hezrou. "You would like a demonstration of my abilities I see. My name is Tyrenell Aetherlight." Jenki smiled and waved. "Jenki! Hey, yeah, help him settle in this place with your magic thingy!"

Tyrenell blinked. "I've heard my magic referred to as many things...but 'magic thingy' is definitely a first for me."

The Xaela just smiled back. Hezrou face palmed slightly. God, he looked like a fucking idiot but it was adorable at the same time. "Hezrou." He groaned.

"I see," Tyrenell nodded his head. He looked between them before speaking. "Jenki is the attribute of light while Hezrou is not quite dark but...muted."

"Light...Oh, Please, I couldn't be a Warrior of Light!" Jenki jested. "I do not pretend to define the future, however, reading people though..." Tyrenell grinned at the couple. "Care to try a hand?" He asked as he drew out his deck of tarot cards.

Hezrou didn't quite understand any of this. "Excuse me, what? Muted?" The Hyur's eyes gazed to Hezrou slowly as he shuffled the deck seemingly absentmindedly. "People exert the power of existence at all times. However, some exert it more or less than others."

"But why am I muted?" The Miqo'te asked. "What do you mean dark...?" He didn't understand any of this at all.

"Others, however, are muted because they have begun to challenge their own existence." Tyrenell continued. "If I may. Would you care to take a journey? I'm sure it will answer many questions you both are asking yourselves."

"Oh, Hezrou does that." Jenki laughed. "He stays quiet as he broods and frowns. Only I can make him smile!"

"Ah, I see. Interesting..." Tyrenell muttered, his shuffling stopping. Jenki's expression stilled as he considered Tyrenell's offer. "Oh? I like those...how far are we talking?"

Hezrou was doing exactly what Jenki had warned Tyrenell he'd do. He fell silent. Even he caught himself doing it since Jenki mentioned it and quickly pulled himself from it as he flushed a bit with embarrassment. "Fine." He said to the others. He didn't think this would even go anywhere.

Tyrenell drew the first card from the top of the deck then, placing the card face down in front of Jenki, then another before Hezrou. He flipped Jenki's over first. "Jenki is The Balance." He said, then moved to flip Hezrou's. "Hezrou, The Ewer..." He frowned a bit. Hezrou blinked. "Jenki will be necessary for this excursion. It won't be the safest one but I don't think either of you are a stranger to perils. It isn't far...Follow me. We require a place of strong concentrated earthen energies." He quickly took the two cards back and placed his deck back to his side.

Hezrou watched quietly as he drew their cards and explained, but it still made no damn sense to him. "Sure...But tell me, what did the card mean?"

"Ewer signifies a soon to be emergency. A rekindling. A revitalization. An epiphany." He answered quickly. "I'd say this trip will be a good one. Let us depart quickly." The strange Astrologian moved to stand and leave the table. Hezrou just sat an watched him. "I see..." He said softly. He still didn't quite believe all of this. But he was going along with it. He looked toward Jenki, as if silently asking if he was really going to come with them. Jenki looked back and nodded.

With that, the three of them left for their destination unknown...

[punkascas]

Do you know, since I started to follow you, how many times I have typed "Jenky Apples" before I remembered "no, that's not how I tag him"? Lots of times. (I love all the nicknames tbh xD)

DO IT. LET’S START A TREND. THUS FORTH HE SHALL BE KNOWN

or smth idk

my phone tries to correct “jensen” to “jenky” all the time now it’s gr8 XD