#wasityou

* @wasityou .

the tape is clutched tightly in her hands . the giant projector ready to play it , the class empty . first of all , akina wasn't qualified nor allowed to linger here at this hour of night . but the guard was snoring by the gates of the university , and she went in , with the tape . she doesn't know why she didn't watch it at home ─ there's a lingering feeling in her gut that it's not the same tape that killed her sister and brother . knows nobody will believe her until she finds solid evidence . her boyfriend died last week , she was the only one with him , and she remembers running away bare feet after she saw a black haired dead girl standing in the middle of his apartment when she came back with popcorn . everyone thinks she killed jito , and it's a greater insult than being called a wicked whore by her neighbors and far relatives . the tape plays ; it's the grainy copy of war and peace . a black and white movie , russian language , definitely nothing cursed that killed people . she breathes out a sigh of frustration , rubbing her forehead as she grabbed the remote to turn off the projector . only to pause when the door opened ─ takayama . the bastard always shows up at the wrong place , wrong time . he glances at the screen , raises one brow and that's all she needs to see to know that he's pissed . ‘ um - good evening . ‘ she gets up , smooths the tight skirt over her thighs and tries to smile nervously . it's not evening , it's 11:45 at night . ‘ i uh ─ professor ando asked me to bring him this tape and test if it plays right . ‘ on the screen , four gentlemen are playing poker and rambling in russian , and akina is lying very smoothly in her head . she smiles again . ‘ you like war and peace , sir ? ‘ please do not ask me why the hell i'm here . why is he not going home anyway ? didn't he have a family ? no rings ─ she has begged mai to give her some gossip material but the poor girl seemed to be respecting professor takayama too much to talk badly behind him . pathetic .

Heeeeeeeere’s a mystery for you. Yesterday we couldn’t keep Phoebe away from the gate. She had to sniff sniff sniff all around the area, and then she got out! She had never escaped before and she got out from under the rickety old gate to continue sniffing. Having her know a way out of the yard is terrifying because she’s (a) deaf and (b) hopelessly stupid about the world and would surely wander out into traffic within 40 seconds of being on her own and not hearing us call her. Anyway, it was chicken. She was smelling this chicken: Person or persons unknown had speared a delicious-looking chicken breast on our rickety picket fence right up by the gate (which is not something a random stranger would typically do casually or accidentally; to do this they’d be coming up the driveway fairly near the house to [??!??!] spear a chicken breast they don’t want even though it looks and, to Phoebe, smells delicious). A #mystery! #wasityou? #everydaymystery #yardmysteries #smellslikechicken #havanese #rescuehavanese #havaneseofinstagram (at Noblesville, Indiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmSbYjvrdj2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

I broke myself and others, and felt like a poison you couldn’t over come. I left scars in you when you pulled away and I didn’t let go. I thought I was being virtuous and putting in the work, but maybe that was just misguided narcissism. To this day I question if I was ...if I am a bad guy. Do I spare the next unlucky person my subtle destruction?

I. Didn't. Do. It. #maybe #murdermansion #magiccastlehalloween #wasityou #callmewilly (at The Magic Castle) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpnkEv0B2Ju/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1lzk2dunbq7t5

We're doing a really fun thing. You should join us! #murdermansion #cardmonkey #wasityou #callmewilly #magiccastlehalloween (at The Magic Castle) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpbeIkQhNMc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1054txseh492g

Still after a year this sounds so good