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When you finally remember to pull your head out of studying forever because you're seriously considering writing wedding vows to your biology textbook, you have to finally admit something is wrong. So, barring the low probability of transdimensional whisking away of things. Does anyone want to go out for tacos? Is there even anywhere to go out for Tacos?

If not, does anyone want to come over and help me not burn down the apartment making tacos and subsequently helping me eat the likely way too much food I'll make?

You know there's something wrong when "I'm going to parent the hell out of that kid" becomes part of your normal argument.

If I stealthily change both Castle and mini Barnes's first names to Ben do you think I can trick Parker into taking them?

Yay. The magic wall is down. Awesome. Really.

And now there are shiny portals that my two year old is absolutely fascinated with. So that's another thing to have to worry about all the time.

Also her favorite word right now is 'no'. Because of course it is.

And I can't find my keys and I can't prove she didn't hide them or feed them to the dog.

And there may or may not be oatmeal in my hair. Again. And I can only find one of my shoes.

I'm running away to Jersey. Not that I think I'll be any more of a functional human there. But I'm curious if they have anything like Gotham. I almost miss smog. Plus I might get to kick a mugger in the face.

Matt, can I have time off? Will you be okay without me? Will you remember to eat and not somehow end up in a dumpster? Frank, will you babysit Matt if I take a vacation?

So. Gwen's gone. Back to her world, I guess, to be awesome elsewhere. Without me.

All right. So, if we can head out, I've got some questions.

Does this mean people can wander in now? If so, should we start doing a better job of covering up that we've got an odd mix here to keep the torches and pitchforks from following after?

And anyone have any idea where the portals are going? Because my inner 12 year old keeps wanting to jump in and my grown up self is not that convincing about saying no.

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BRB going to Europe.

Billy - want a present?

Dear Marvel...

That was the worst birthday gift ever. Take it back.

( Cut for image )

Storybrooke. Cute.

But I signed on for time travel, not whatever this is.

I think Logan's gone. Again. I'll be in the w

My son is here. So is the person who trained me to be a Jedi.

Both think I am Darth Vader.

I am unsure of what to do.

Look, world, I made it to 18.

This place was real!!

Bobbi owes me a rootbeer. Bobbi. If you came through the portal you owe me a rootbeer.

Well isn't this quaint.

Someone please remind me not to get curious about what's going on back home again or click on articles about my 'relaunch'.

So now that I have an office in the works I thought I'd put feelers out for anyone who might be interested. I'm looking for a secretary. Or, hell, anyone who might be interested in working in an office.

I think it's been long enough that we can all put that movie behind us and say, yes, it was pretty bad. As much as I'd love to live in a world where I just watched Captain America punch people for a few minutes I can't.

Instead of focusing on bad media representations of lives let's enjoy the good ones. Or the ones that are so bad they lead to good moments. Like Spider-man cartoons. Or terrible Punisher movies that just lead to an annoyed Frank swearing when movie!Frank sits down to have dinner with people Frank was urging him, unsuccessfully because it's a movie, to punch.

We all have something to be embarrassed about or not feel too good about. For example, Frank pointed out that ( this happened. )

( AoU Spoilers behind the cut. Proceed at your own risk! )

I'm very slowly getting acclimated to this place. Too slowly for my own liking but, at least, it's kind of peaceful. I'm sure that means Frank's getting bored but the gun range should keep him busy.

The jokes in my initial post aside, what is Storybrooke's judicial system like? Is there an office I could get a job at or should I see about opening my own?

What the fuck's with the flying nun? She wasn't at all amused by my suggestion or offer to remove the stick from her arse.

Where the hell am I really? And more importantly where's the nearest bar?

My name is Gretel. I'm looking for my brother, Hansel. He's light-haired, has gray eyes, heavily armed, and probably very pissed off.

Also, this device is fascinating and all, and your people are very generous, but I have important things to take care of back home. A bag of silver for anyone who can help make that happen.

This definitely isn't home. I don't suppose someone can tell me what's going on or show me around? I would've asked the nun but I already had to ask her to set this device up so I could use it. Tablets are a little lost on me.