Hi, this is Masaratis. Probs the last place one might expect to find an almost twenty-year-old with a job and too many hobbies and certainly no time to spend writing fanfiction about a show the saw its final air date over ten years ago, but here I am. I'm unashamed to admit that my undying love for a cartoon that is at heart inconsistent and more than a little campy, and that I'v wasted so, so many precious hours of my life on terrible writing. Writing that hast even been published so those hours fall in a pocked of non-time that will lotterally never come back to me in any productive manner.

However before you start thining that I don't enjoy all the late nights and trying to convince my friends that I don't cry as often as I do or headaches from staring at a screen in the dark, I wan't you to know that I do. Because even though I'm as terrible at spelling as the rest of them,which I will will freely admit, if Mom is to be believed I write very well. And now I find myself finally contributing to a wonderful, if insane and non-conforming in the worst and best of ways, to a community I am happy to call myself a part of.

Phans, (and I write that word apologizing to my fifteen year old self that promised future me, now present I suppose, that I would never use the P H spelling ever again) we are a fandom. A family. One I have spent so much of my life learning all the intracies of, all the groups and sub groups. And yes, even the sub sub groups because they are indeed a thing and are more often than not very very very strange.

So to anyone reading this, go read a fanfic today, or tonight. Leave a review, a favorite, meybe even a PM. Do something nice for a fellow Phan, becuse this fandom is so filled with a bizarre lever of angst god only knows we need it.

Also I've been watching community these past few days and Jeff just made another friendship speech a la Tea from Yu Gi Oh, so I may be fealing a wee bit happy-friendship-y.