#found deep in my drafts. enjoy ig

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The reason Martyn was so tortured by the watchers in last life was bc grian was jealous Martyn was dating mumbo send post

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Dazai and chuuya relationship analysis that I apprently wrote in march and was rotting in my drafts ig. Enjoy this i guess. Or not if you don’t like hot takes. I don’t want my blog to get too too dead. 

friendly reminder that this is my own opinion about things, and you’re welcome to disagree, but don’t be an asshole. please. 

Okay. Here’s a (un)commonly written hot take. In my opinion, I don’t ship Chuuya and Dazai. Like honestly. I don’t think they’re in love with each other, and they actually do strongly dislike each other. Not enough to call it hate, but they don’t like each other. But they do have a different realtionship of hate that you could almost call, “friendship”. They’ve worked together, probably lived together, and obviously theres a fundamental respect for each other. But to call it love would be extreme. 

Like, I’m being completely honest with you, if someone emotionally manipulated me to leave my friends, join the mafia, and I was forced to work with them for serveral years where they’d only be an annoying ass shit to me every day and use my skill every damn time to get something done? Man, I’d be fucking pissed. I’d hate them so much too. Also, to set a bomb under my car when they resign? Man. I wouldn’t even succumb to stalkholm syndrome from someone like that. Anyways I digress. Dazai and Chuuya don’t love each other, in my opinion, however, they still hold a weird friendship hateship thing for each other. 

SO. Edit after reading stormbringer because this was sitting in my drafts since march. No, I still don’t think that Chuuya and Dazai love each other, but their realtionship is fucking complicated. It’s not love, but on the surface level it seems that way. and I think that’s where a lot of BSD viewers kinda fall short, because... BSD is not a black and white thing. It goes pretty deep if you want to dig. Now, I’m not saying you shouldn’t ship or you should... you do whatever floats your boat. But the point I’m trying to make here, is that Dazai and Chuuya are basically like Asagiri (i think?) said, that they’re part of the same person. But they’re two very conflicting sides of the same person. It kinda goes to say almost, how you can fight and hate yourself, but without the other part of yourself you cannot live. Dazai and Chuuya are weak alone. Chuuya will die without Dazai, and Dazai cannot fight simply with his own ability. However when they work together, anything can be done. 

Yes, indeed, Chuuya and Dazai do hate each other. I will forever stand by that statement. However, Chuuya is only alive thanks to Dazai for saving his life, and Dazai only found the will to live because of Chuuya. Despite this, they hate each other in a way that’s complicated, but I’ll try to explain it because I guess this is a dazai chuuya analysis post now (wow tumblr 2016 animecore ig)

Dazai and Chuuya are a part of each other. Initally, when they first met, they hated each other. However, there’s a lot of trauma in both of them, invidually, but also traumatic things they’ve went through together for two barely adult people. They’re entangled, but they still repel each other no matter what. They dislike each other because of their highly conflicting personalities, different methods of thinking, different approaches to issues, and different levels of sympathy for people. 

No, it’s not an opposites attract case, you can tell how unwilling they are to see each other in that one episode. No amount of masking and acting will change that. But that’s why so many people enjoy the dynamic. Because it’s perfectly made so that it looks like your classic enemies to situationship to lovers where one bullies the other, but it’s really not like that. But it’s only because they hate each other that so many people like it. They’ll fight and “hate” each other, but they’ll also come to each other’s aid when it’s expected.

That’s what makes Dazai and Chuuya so special. They have a really strong bond together, born out of basically, mutral suffering in a sense and a strong dislike for each other. But they’ve become basically, two pieces of one body. One that needs the other, but will continually fight the other. Not because they’re falling in love with each other, no. But because they’re pieces that aren’t destined to fit perfectly together, nor will they ever, similar to an invidual that fights and hates himself all the time, but is whole. Without one side or the other, they will cease to exist. 

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EP. 10; A HAPPY COUPLE!

word count: 1.1k+

warning: just like the whole series, the group's way of showing affection, swearing, mention of food, angst ig

amihan’s note: changed toge's un bcs dot doesn't work. my og draft focuses on megumi's side rather than the couple, so kinda not satisfied with this outcome..? not sure how i feel ‘bout this but i hope you enjoyed the series. who did you root for? was it yuji or megumi? lmk in the replies/ask~ i might open for s2 soon, who knows. happy reading!

masterlist; regrets@1004

friend!megumi x fem!reader, friend!yuji x fem!reader

the notification sound from your phone echoes in the kitchen, yuji groans loudly and looks at you with a pout. you smile fondly and caress his cheek, “i’ll turn it off now,” you assure him, his smile getting wider as he watches you do just like what you told him.

you put the food in front of yuji, taking over his kitchen to avoid him accidentally setting his own apartment on fire. “thank you baby,” he gives you a kiss on the cheek devouring his breakfast.

the sun beautifully frames yuji’s side profile as it rises up, you lean on your palm. staring at your boyfriend, sighing dreamily. yuji stops from eating and looks at you, “it’s bad playing with your food,” you hum, still staring at him.

“as much as it flutters me, you have to eat something too” yuji holds up his spoon in front of you, “open up,” you feel your cheeks heat up, “no, this is embarrassing,” you turn your head to the side.

yuji starts making airplane noises, having fun teasing you. you hit his arm, quickly eating the food that he’s holding up, “you up for ditching them until 10:04?” he changes the topic, finishing his portion.

you thoughtfully chew on your food, looking up at him. you shrug, “why not?” sweetly smiling at him.

just like what the new couple are doing, megumi brushes the group aside. he drowns himself in self-pity, laying down on his bed mindlessly strumming the chords of the song he created with and for you.

he lets out a shaky sigh, facing the ceiling with his eyes closed. he knows... he had a feeling ever since junpei asks about that rooftop place, he doesn’t need to wait for you two to announce your new-found relationship.

“i’ll tell you everything that's on my mind if i need to” he hums out, picturing you behind his lids. “your smile is everything i’m craving” his heart clenched as he imagines your beautiful smile.

he feels the tears pricking behind his lids, he puffs out air, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. “the thought of you makes me go crazy” he sighs for the nth time, too deep in thought for him to notice nobara entering the room.

“what did i tell you?” megumi didn’t bother looking in her direction, “go away,” his words not having the same bite it used to. “just came here to give you a heads up,” she purses her lips before turning on her heel.

“which clearly you won’t go to,” she inhales deeply, “i’ll tell them you’re feeling a bit under the weather.” she didn’t wait for the raven-haired to answer, taking her leave. “thank you,” megumi mumbles even if she can’t hear it.

unfortunately for megumi, the group, except the new couple, insisted on paying him a visit. “i’ll go check on him, he’ll be grumpy if we come all at once at him” nobara excuses, maki catches on what's happening tags along with her.

the two walks in silent towards megumi’s room, “you okay?” maki asks from the other side of the door, after not getting an answer, she opens the door. revealing megumi, he scribbles at the paper out of frustration, groaning loudly.

he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, trying his best not to lose his temper and throw a tantrum. nobara takes a step forward before a hand stops her, she looks up at maki with sad eyes, the older one just shakes her head.

the two exit the scene quietly, “we’ll never talk or mention anything about that.” she firmly states which nobara agrees without protest. on the other hand, megumi breathes out a bitter laugh.

“ahhh, i hate this..” he mumbles to himself. he unlocks his phone, seeing the notification from your post. he stares at it longer than needed, “i hate how you two fit perfectly for each other,” he sighs deeply, “of all people, why does it have to be you..” his voice cracking in the process.

he throws his phone on his bed, leaning back on his chair, draping an arm over his eyes. he takes deep breaths to calm down, “c’mon pull yourself together,” he says to himself while clenching his fist.

after the announcement, the group decided to raid yuji’s apartment. “you don’t have food for your wonderful guests?” junpei dramatically gasps at the pink-haired. yuji just rolls his eyes, laughing at him.

“sir, this is no laughing matter,” junpei chuckles, slinging his arm around yuji’s shoulder. the celebration is interrupted by the doorbell ringing, you open the door not expecting the person on the other side.

“gumi!” your eyes lighting up and brings him in for a hug, “you came” you smile to him after pulling away, “i came,” he gestures to himself. “glad you did,” you start pulling him where the rest are.

“guess who came!” you excitedly announce, they all look up and smile at the boy. “you feeling okay now?” yuta offers him a bottle of beer, patting him on the back. the boy nods his head, “yeah, never been better.”

his eyes moving to where you are, nobara takes note of his actions. she leans in a bit, whispering to him, “you know, you didn’t have to come.” she sips her drink while he gives her a glance.

“i can make up an excuse and get you out-” she’s cut off by a shake of his head. “i’m good,” he smiles at her, “i promise.” she hums, “sure, if you say so.” he chuckles, bumping shoulders with her, “i’m not lying.”

out of nowhere, yuta raises his glasses to which junpei scoffs, “the fuck is this? a wedding?” the group erupts in laughter, yuta laughs a little showing his middle finger. “back to what i was gonna say!” yuta glances at him, junpei just sticks his tongue out childishly.

yuta gestures at the couple, “finally!” he exhales, the group in a fit of laughter again. “i was ready to throw hands,” all of them nodding in agreement, “whattt?” you look at all of them with a pout.

“to cut it short, i’m gonna steal that wonderful endearment of yours.” he raises his glass again which the group follows in sync. “you always do! stop acting innocent, you only look like one” junpei calls out, the room fills with laughter, even megumi slips a low chuckle at this.

the night ends with a smile on everyone’s faces, happy for you and yuji. will anything change with a couple within the group? what will happen on megumi’s part?

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||you are. the bane. of my existence. 

☯ Is there a muse you’ve always wanted to play?

hmm ig i’ll go with canon for this one because i have many ocs, but uh i really wanna write for seto from fragile dreams. i used to have an ask blog for him back in the day but that died quickly seeing as how dead the fandom is so- but i do love him with all my heart and i would love to be able to someday write him or something

♣ Is there an author(s) that you look up to with your writing skills?

rick riordan, marissa meyer and michelle rowen. i’ve read their books throughout middle school and high school and i still find myself going back to reread their books because i just love how their words flow as well as how engaging their plots are. i honestly hope i can reach rick riordan levels of skill whenever i get around to finishing my own novel!

♧ Is there an RP partner(s) that you credit for becoming a better writer?

one would have to be an old rp friend that we sadly don’t talk to anymore since she was the first one i started writing with a lot more back in high school as well as the one who would give me advice on how to improve and just be patient with me when i go stuck with writing our threads and also mikey (@snw-cnvs) since he also supports me outside of rp’ing to get me to write actually fiction drabbles. i just wish i could finish them lmao

♥ What’s your favorite ship with your muse?

all of my ships with mikey no i’m joking lolol i really love my ship with haneul because i’ve had him for two years now and he’s grown a lot because of his ship. he’s someone whose never believed that love was real and sure their relationship is a little rocky, but they both don’t really have the proper understanding for love until waaaay later. i also really love how whenever he’s with obe, he’s able to pull out this different side of haneul, someone whose so overconfident and quick to words, becomes at a loss for words and questioning himself a lot. i just love them best otp 

♡ Would you ever write a poly ship?

sure, i’d be down for it as long as our muses have the right chemistry as well as if i know both muns pretty well and if they’re also comfortable with it.

♦ What’s an AU that you’ve always wanted?

answered

♢ What’s an AU that you think just won’t work with your muse?

any au that causes too much of a shift in my muses’ personality. i’m usually willing to try any au but if it becomes too much that my muse basically becomes a different person i don’t like it. 

♔ What’s your opinion on teacher/student verses? Do you have any of these as threads?

eeeeh i dont really care, but i work at a school so the thought makes me like uncomfy because i don’t wanna think about work lolol but its also like fiction and i’m able to tell the difference between fiction and reality so yea. also no i don’t have any threads like that

♕ Do you like magic!anons? Why or why not?

not really. it became too much of a thing to deal with back in the day. i just like the simple things

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

nighttime because i’m fuckin nocturnal even tho i have a day job rip my sleep schedule and ever growing eye bags

★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?

Victorian era, or the prohibition era don’t ask me why i like them i don’t even know myself i just know i wouldn’t mind

☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day?

all of them. i’m a huge slut for fantasy in general. its one of the best things i love the most. 

☄ Do you think your muse would have liked going to high school sports games? Do you or did you go to high school sports games?

haneul: no, he’s not into those things, but also he was home schooled until he went to college

eiji: he used to play soccer in high school so yea

reese: do magic tournaments count? cause if so then yes

sage: no, i was the loser who hung out at the library with friends to sit around and read books and manga 

☾ Do you like writing smut? Why or why not?

okay, if it wasn’t obvious i used to rp back in middle school through high school and on tumblr and i have done my fair share of the sin once i turned 18. nowadays i’m pretty much like eh, but ig i could try again if the need arises, but it also depends on my mood ig? i’d have to write it with someone i’m completely comfortable writing with but also even then it’s gotten to the point i’m more like ig we can just fade to black yea? 

tbh i feel i got all the urges to write sin outta me when i was on my old en blog lmao i had so many smut threads on there i’m ashamed 

☽ Do you like writing angst? Why or why not?

yes god i love being able to break my muses because it’s so fun. like yea it also hurts because that’s my kid i’m hurting but i’m okay with that. it’s just something that adds realness to them because the world sure as fuck ain’t rainbow and sunshine

☼ What’s an FC that you’re dying to use? Why?

i have these icons that i squirreled away for awhile now and i really wanna use them but my brain is too dead to figure out who he could work for. like he was my first thought for reese but he didn’t really give off the right reese vibes so maybe i’ll dig around my oc bin and see who looks the closest to him 

or i cave and just make a brand new oc for him

☀ What’s an FC that you desperately want to play with? Why?

i’m not really picky about what fc write with tbh 

☁ What’s an FC that you refuse to play with? Why?

not really refuse to play - more like i’m eh with. if only because en used to be my main chara for a long time like, i was so deep into the magical boy lore that a good chunk of my headcanons became canon. but also it just…leaves a bad taste in my mouth even more so since the drama that happened in that fandom left me filled with fear and hesitance to rp for a good chunk like before. it just brings back bad memories and i thought i was moving past it when i was thinking about using him for reese but alas. some memories don’t leave

maybe one day i’ll either get to write en again or i can use his face as fc but we’ll see

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day?

haneul: he loves the rain and he’ll spend it either under an umbrella or just sitting there in the rain just letting it wash away his thoughts and fears for a little bit 

eiji: he’d spend it indoors playing a video game or playing with seto

reese: he’d prob be dumb and splash in the puddles because he likes to enjoy the little things. other times he’ll just ignore it and stay indoors either hanging with friends or studying and practicing his magic for his school’s next tournament 

sage: i like to spend it just lookin out my window with my kitty on my chest. i love the sound of it against the sidewalk and streets. 

☃ If your muse was cartoonized, what would their FC be? Why?

uh idk how to answer this tbh 

☺ What’s a character that you desperately want your muse to play with? Why?

toshi @ haneul *stares at @snw-cnvs* and also reese @ momo *stares at @deceptivetreat* but also i just want everyone to bother my boys i love them so much. 

☹ What’s a character that you refuse to play with? Why?

idk i’m pretty open for any character

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn’t?

uh dunno. i’m open for any ships that have the right chemistry tbh just not haneul since he’s already taken

☣ What’s one thing that will make you drop a thread?

useless drama and or if i can’t seem to figure out where the thread is going for our muses. like if they don’t clash well i don’t wanna give tryin to grasp at straws. but i’m always down to try again unless it ends up the same than welp

♨ What’s a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn’t?

aaaah my supernatural brothers!!! i love them so much but they didn’t last and i’m not sure if i’m goin to add them on here or leave them in the void. 

❀ Do you like reblog karma? Why or why not?

i’m gonna sound old but i don’t know what that is hold on. *googles* oh okay yea no. that seems like too much pressure to do and i have too much anxiety to do that i’m sorry. 

✿ Do you have a mun FC? If so why did you choose that as your FC, and if not who would you choose?

yes. because i have so many icons it’s not even funny, but also before i got my  hair cut she looked the most like me and also i thought it’d be fun to be able to tell the difference between me and my boys 

see, back in the day i was the loser who would make ooc posts that included my muses and it was easy to have mun fc so you could do that and it was a lot fun, but it’s somethin i won’t so nowadays.

♪♩♫ Does music inspire your muse? What’s one song on your playlist that reminds you of your muse?

haneul: mirror part II

any of weiss’ songs work for him tbvh

eiji: rpg

reese: havent found one that works for him yet, so come back later

✂ Do you like to format your posts? Why or why not?

yes it’s all for the aesthetic 

✆ Other than RPing, what’s a hobby of yours?

i love to write and draw. lmao sometimes i don’t write drafts so i can write more of my novel or little drabbles that’s for friends. 

✉ Do you RP on any other platforms?

nope

❤ Have you or are you currently in love?

answered

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why?

uh nope can’t say there has been.

ツ Who has been your favorite muse to play so far? Why?

haneul, eiji, lifty and shifty, and en

han and eiji because they’re both my ocs and it’s so much fun to see them develop and grow their characters more. 

en because i was able to write a lot of different aus, headcanons, and just develop a canon character until he pretty much just became my own character

lifty and shifty were my roots. i started in the htf fandom and had so much fun writing those lil shits. it was just my go fuckin crazy shit. i still have their icons and their old blog is still up and i do kinda miss them some days.

回 Which muse was the worst to play? Why?

i used to have an oc named harley who was a living doll and i haha came to hate him because i made him around the same time i created haneul and i always loved haneul because i put a lot of effort into him and not much in harley and i got annoyed and jealous that back then everyone seemed to love harley more him. so i pretty much tossed him to the curve adfhsdkfjh

sorry harley but you were also hard to write because you were too sweet and cliche for me 

✘ People come in a group. If I were to look on your blog, who would I see you interacting with the most?

@snw-cnvs and @deceptivetreat

ღ Do you have a personal blog? Do you share it with your followers or do you keep it private?

nah i haven’t used tumblr in years until now. i do have one but i don’t use it so idc it’s called @shouyoutheworld but again i don’t use it it’s…v old

▼ Do you keep your character in character even if they are one of the worst people in the world?

yes. what’s the point of writing and creating said character if you’re gonna sugar coat them?

▽ Why did you create this muse?

haneul: i wanted an oc who was really jaded and brat. i wanted to see him grow into something more even if its difficult 

eiji: i pretty much wanted a muse that i could dump all my useless game infos on

reese: i wanted a witch oc who had a rival that they both hated their guts for and eventually fall in love I’M SO RR Y THAT’S REALLY WHY HE WAS MADE FORGIVE ME BUT NOW I DEVELOPED HIM A LOT MORE FOR RP’ING PURPOSES BUT Y’KN OW

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Day 2–

Around 6 am we awoke half frozen as our generator had quit around 04:30. I started the CV and let it run on diesel providing us the heat we desperately needed for another 3 hours. What I would learn on this trip is that Anthony wouldn’t get out of the comfort and warmth of the Coleman sleeping bag unless he absolutely had to climb out. Daylight broke around 09:30 and we escaped the comfort of the warmth to take some pics, potty au naturale and brush our teeth. It was only a short trip up the road to our next stop, the Myvatn Geysirs and hot springs. The putrid scent of ‘smelly farts’ permeated the frigid air causing Anthony to nearly throw up. I was fine. I grew up with the smell of sulfur coming through our pipes from our well water in Nashville, TN.

From there with Anthony seated comfortably behind the wheel, a la Del Griffith, we headed across the street in our CV, up snow covered roads to try to peer into a volcano pit. Here is where life took an interesting twist. Del, I mean Anthony, cracking his knuckles and clearing his nasal passages, turned our front tires into about 8 inches of snow that hid about one half inch of ice. In case you are clueless as to what this means, we were stuck. And badly. He blames me for this. And to be fair, he might be correct. Far away from any road where it would be easy to retrieve help from passers by we had to dig out on our own. But with what? This is where McGyver would be proud of us. Scrounging through the CV we could only find a bread cutting knife, a butcher knife and tools for replacing a blown tire. Oh, and a 12 inch long, 6 inch wide green cutting board which I intelligently, or lack thereof, would have serve as our support for finding grip for a tire. I failed to mention, the CV was a front wheel drive. So with two front tires buried in eight inches of snow unable to gain any traction and with all the weight of the vehicle loaded on top of those tires, we were properly f***ed (a.k.a., screwed, fubar, S.O.L, etc.)! After picking away ice with these knives for about 30 minutes – not the type of day I was expecting on my birthday – I began to believe that I would go out of this world on the same day 43 years later that I came into it. And based upon my actual delivery time my mom tells me, almost to the hour central standard time. But never one to give up and with my knees near frost bite, fingers numb under their gloves and my face beginning to go expressionless like Nancy Pelosi’s after her botched cosmetic surgeries, I finally found gravel. Hallelujah!

Leaving my side to check on Anthony’s progress we needed a bit more chiseling behind that tire. I took over and about 5 minutes later I hit gravel there. Here is where we could have really used the cutting board but it it had shot forward and was buried under 8 inches of snow from an earlier attempt before we found gravel. A slight panic took over me that if we couldn’t free ourselves at this juncture then our lives were surely going to end clinging to a Pringle’s can, stuffed in a Coleman sleeping bag in the back of a CV, near the lip of a volcano. I climbed behind the wheel, slapped her in reverse, revved the engine and hit the accelerator. We were free!  Thank God! After marveling at our brilliance of getting ourselves out with what feeble utensils we had at our disposal, Anthony and I gave each other a gentle “glad to be alive” hug, laughed for second at the peril we must escaped and then were headed back to the open road to continue eastward.

  After this grueling and exhausting dig out, we needed to refuel. Now, with Neal Page firmly in the drivers seat (for what would be the remainder of our road trip) we pulled off the road and found a picnic table near more Icelandic horses to relax with and enjoy the -10 Celcius weather as we dined on Pringle’s and PB&J. From there, the day’s stretch of frozen road seemed like what Mar’s landscape must have looked like when troglodytes were hibernating deep inside our frozen sphere billions of years ago, or 6,000 years to the creationists. Randomly, along this drive we would be greeted with a picturesque river of frozen stalactite cliffs of ice stretching themselves for the running waters as if they wanted a first hand experience of the frigid rapids that would await them should they let go of their comfortable home. Happening upon such a river we saw an Audi that had found itself into a similar situation as Anthony had just 3 hours earlier. Only this car had found itself closer to being on 3 wheels and about a foot deeper. We pulled along side and introduced ourselves. Guido and Tom were all smiles as they realized they wouldn’t die alone on this lonely stretch of highway. Pulling the CV onto a side road, we walked back to their location but unfortunately could do nothing to help them. Given we had two bent knives and a scarred for life cutting board, we were SOL at offering them a helping hand. They understood and had no hard feelings about it. About the time we arrived at the bridge to snap some photos, a local chap pulled up in his Landcruiser to help. The struggle was real, but after a few attempts he succeeded in freeing them from their demise.

Moral of these ‘getting stuck’ stories? Asians seem to be much better drivers on Iceland’s roads than the English and the Dutch apparently. Wish I could say differently. So disregard my stereotype from earlier and apply it to European white 30/40’somethings.

After they were saved, Guido and Tom pulled their car near our CV and we made fast friends. In fact, check out their IG accounts as they are fantastic photographers (@ditchieslife and @trex.photography). I stayed in communication with them for the rest of our trip and saw some of their amazing pictures. Driving off, Anthony and I had polished off another can of Pringle’s. Arriving into the next town, which was about 15 km’s away, and adding fuel to the gas tank, we were at least three hours from Hofn. I would need more fuel as well. So another PB&J found its way into my stomach.

We learned that Route 1 was closed for about a 70km stretch so we diverted to route 92. “Thank you” to the nameless gentleman at the N1 who helped us avoid catastrophe. Knowing Anthony would have preferred to just ‘give it a try’ we were lucky we didn’t end up like we had hours earlier. But running out of daylight quickly we pressed onward on the only route we could. We made it into Hofn and found a not so quaint little harbor to call home for the night. With the snow falling fast Anthony got out the stove, dropped some chicken and beef Ramen noodles into the pot of water and set it to boil. Looking forward to something different than bread and chips, as well as a cup of hot tea, we proceeded to nearly torch the inside of the van as Anthony switched canisters as the original one had run out of gas. As the flames hit the ceiling of the van, we were lucky that the shag carpet (sarcasm, sort of) that lined the interior didn’t catch fire. We looked at each other for about 2 seconds wondering which one of us would open the door and which one would throw the stove out into the cold in case this got out of hand. Within a few seconds the flames had subsided as Anthony hastily disconnected the canister from its pilot. Apparently, our CV had more than 2 lives that day as we had slipped the surly bonds of frozen death 9 hours earlier atop a volcano and then avoided a back draft fire chamber as the night concluded.

Having learned to not start the generator two hours before we needed it and to then not turn it to full blast so that it would expire inside of four hours, we slept cozily through the night. And after not dying on my birthday, a cozy, warm and long nights sleep was much warranted.

Just moments before the stove went up in flames, I was enjoying some hot tea and getting ready for Ramen

After a day of mishaps it’s lucky for us and our vehicle that we didn’t turn out like Del Griffith and Neal Page in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles…

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Dying On My Birthday? Day 2- Around 6 am we awoke half frozen as our generator had quit around 04:30. I started the CV and let it run on diesel providing us the heat we desperately needed for another 3 hours.