SECOND CHANCES NET

That moment when you've gotten rid of most of your hobby sets, promised yourself you weren't going to get any more, have actually held to that self-promise, but now aren't quite sure what to do with the time you would have normally spent putting together fiddly bits of plastic.

I need a new hobby like I need a new hole in my head (no comment from the peanut gallery), buuuut suggestions for what I might do with myself?


Wrong answers only.

Slade FUCKING Wilson, where the FUCK is my brother?

Brotherly love is getting your birthday present chucked at your face and it's a book. Contrary to what Jason says, no. It's not tradition back home to throw things at me today.

Yes, you are forgiven if you fell for his LIES.

[ filtered; Jason Todd ]

LITTLE WING. You didn't have to get me more gifts. Yes, I needed more oil for my gear. But where did you manage to get an escrima stick etched with the Nightwing symbol??

[Filtered Away from Stiles]

Look, I wasn't going to say anything, because causing trouble is just not a thing I actively try to do, but

I don't think the person we've been interacting with for the last few days is Stiles.

I'm not even sure it's a person. I think it might be a vengeful spirit called the Nogitsune. It possessed Stiles before and hurt a lot of people he cared about.

I think it's doing it again.

Well, well, well, I can't say this was what I thought the here-after would be, but I suppose it's better than being thrust into a black hole.

Hello San Francisco! This will be fun.

At least, it will be for me.

San Francisco! I love San Francisco. Been a favourite of mine ever since Joe and I had a good chat about bridge designs.

Hello! I'm The Doctor.

I don't know whether to be insulted that nobody sent me cursed flowers or if I should just take the win. I don't know how long this curses thing is supposed to last, but I'm feeling pretty good about my chances right now. Even if I get them I just have to not smell them, right? Easy.

[edited 6 minutes later]

Yeah all of you can shut up in advance.

Fucking fairy.

So, yeah, no big deal or anything, but Dick decided to take a nap by the front door and I can't wake him up. So... this kind of thing normal here?

This isn't a reflection on Dylan at all (you're great, I promise!), but if I spend one more week in high school, I may just have to figure out a way to get to the Mirror Dimension so I can break and then repair the Seam like future!me apparently did complain impotently about it.

Well, damn.

Is that funny, considering?

Not an actual question.

Anyway, Santa gave me these books, and it's one of those things where I love the stories but I hate the author and the origins are steeped in the kind of tragedy I'm currently in therapy to unpack. But... if I promise not to share the background trauma or nerd out hard over them, would anyone like to borrow the Fillory books?

(This is why I'm not in advertising.)

Did anyone else get anything...weird from Santa Claus? Ugh, it's strange even writing that sentence.

I got a pair of keys. I'm not even sure what they're for.

Where does one even go "anywhere in the world" when you're used to being among the stars?

I happily accept suggestions.

Did you know that as of three-ish years ago there were 45 independent bookstores in San Francisco?

What does it say about me that I still can't remember who I am, but I really want to visit every single one of them (if they're still open)?

[Private to Quentin]

Any plans for tomorrow night, handsome?

Right. Time to stop moping about enjoy what's left of spooky season. Suggestions of things to go do over the next week? I'm sure there's a plethora of options, though I'm going to go ahead and nix "haunted" houses from that list right now.

I've never had a fortuen cookie but I suppose this is a good one. It reminds me of something that Master Yoda might say except more coherent.

http://www.fortunecookiemessage.com/cookie/9448-Happinees-comes-from-a-good-life.

Oh, what's all this then? HELLO, HUMANS!

[Filtered to 18+ ONLY]

SO. Folsom Street Fair (NSFW kinda - leather/kink references) is this weekend to wrap up San Francisco's leather week. Who wants to come exploring with me?

It is not Labor Day without a BBQ. I'll be on the roof grilling. Everyone is free to join.

Let's not look too closely at the fact that I've been hanging out with Eeyore since I got home from work.

What can I say? He's just my current speed.