Chapter 30. Falling into Place

I think I've decided that my favorite place in the world is Stiles' bedroom. I love his room because it's just... it's so... Stiles. I mean love him, so it makes sense as to why I would love his room that personifies him. These walls have heard all of our most intimate conversations. This bed has been my safety net when I needed somewhere to go. The room itself is my personal hideout from all of my problems at home.

After the fire alarm fiasco at school I decided to spend the evening with Stiles. I would have had a nice and calm night-in at my house with Scott, but Kira's dad invited him over for dinner because he was grateful that Scott saved his daughter from a coyote. I'm pretty sure I also helped save Kira, but I didn't get invited to the dinner.

It didn't bother me all that much though, I would much rather spend the night with Stiles. He was currently  going to work on his wall where he had created his own sort of police board. When we got here he immediately printed off a photo of Barrow and then tossed four different colored yarns beside me on the bed, I was curious as to what they all meant. "What do the different colored strings mean?" I asked as I perched my chin in my hands, watching him with a smile as he attached a piece of read string to a recently printed picture of Barrow.

He spun around to face me with wide eyes, "Oh, just different stages of the investigation. So like, green is solved, yellow is to be determined, and blue's just pretty."

"And what does the red one mean?"

"Unsolved." He responded as he looked at his wall, his eyes darting from each piece of information that he either taped or stuck in with a pushpin.

I blinked, "Uh... babe, you only have red on the board."

"Yes, I'm aware. Thank you, babe." He responded sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and picked up a piece of the red yarn that strayed from the rest, "So... you didn't tell me how it went with Finstock about the whole alarm thing. Did you get in trouble for pulling it?"

"Yep. I got detention every day this week, it's okay though because we were onto something." He said as he turned his head, biting on the cap of his marker.

"Even though they couldn't find any proof of Barrow being there?" I sighed in annoyance as my eyes locked on the piece of red yarn I was twirling around on my finger. I was getting anxious and my hands tend to pick up things and busy themselves when I feel this way. Maybe my ability to warn others was tainted along with my mind, I can't remember the last time I connected myself to someone. I don't know what's wrong with me. I couldn't hear the flies like Lydia, instead I heard some stupid humming sound.

Stiles quickly turned around from his police board of a wall and faced me, "Hey, Kasey you've been right every time something like this has happened before. So don't start to doubt yourself." He was now crouched down in front of me, forcing my eyes to snap up and face him. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander the expanse of his face, taking in just how handsome he was.

I blinked once before letting out another sigh, "There was no trace of him. No scent. No bomb. Stiles I got you in trouble--"

"Stop, okay?" He gently grabbed at my hands, stopping my fingers from twirling the yarn. I swallowed nervously as he began to speak again, "Barrow was there. You know it, you and Lydia both heard something, right? Look, if you wanted to I'd go back to school right now and search all night just to prove it."

The pressure from the knotted yarn was released from my finger tip, and I glanced down to see that he had untangled it. His fingers then habitually slipped into the spaces between mine and he gave me a reassuring squeeze, "Please don't doubt yourself."

I couldn't think of a way to word my gratitude for how much faith he bestows in me daily. He has always seen the best in me and I honestly haven't done anything to deserve him to love me as much as he does. So, I did the one thing that I felt would show him how much I loved him. I kissed him.

He was caught off guard as my lips met his, his breathing hitched as he held his breath for a moment before sighing into the kiss. His hands dropped from mine and cupped my face adoringly. I grabbed at the collar of his shirt and tugged his body towards mine, his lips didn't leave mine as he crawled onto his bed, leading me towards the headboard. When was the last time we had a kiss like this? I can't remember.

This is what I have needed. This is what I have yearned for to help me get out of my own head for awhile. The only thing I can focus on is Stiles. His lips. His hair. His hands. Him. All of him. Every small fraction of an inch of him. I want him. I need him. I want this. I need this. Until this moment I have never realized that a single person could feel more like home than a house. Home is not where I sleep at night. Home is with Stiles. Where I am happy and safe and where I belong.

As I mentally coached myself to muster up the courage to tug off his shirt, he was already eagerly tugging at the hem of mine. It then occurred to me that he wanted this too. He wanted this just as much if not more than I did. He wants me. I want him. He wants this. I need this. We need this. We can do this.

My shirt was off first, he had been beyond ready to rip off the thin fabric. As our lips parted and he pulled my shirt up over my head, I tugged on his and he smiled as he ripped it off effortlessly. His smile ignited that fire in the pit of my stomach again and I hooked my arm around his neck, slamming his mouth to mine. Our lips smacked together as the lust in my body took control. I wanted him so badly.

The entire world seemed to stop as my fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. His dorky red jeans that I love because he loves them. I wanted to do so much more than have a steamy make out session. I wanted to connect with him in ways that my ability couldn't. I wanted to be more than just his first girlfriend and first kiss. I wanted to have sex with Stiles Stilinski, and I was not leaving this room tonight until it happened.

His fingers weren't as clumsy as mine were as he went to work on unfastening my pants. They expertly got the button and zipper down in record timing. Our lips parted as his eyes assessed my face, "Are you sure?" He asked breathlessly.

I nodded, "I love you."

"I love you." He smiled before pressing his lips back to mine. Our pants were pulled off in a blurr and now our bare bodies, other than our underwear and my bra, were pressing against each other feverishly. His skin was hot to the touch, and I'm sure mine felt just the same. I'm surprised that steam isn't emitting off us.

I was both excited and scared at the same time. I heard that it hurt the first time, but honestly I think I can manage. I'm sort of an expert on pain at this point. I've gone through so much over this past year and half, both physically and emotionally. I think I can handle this.

Stiles pulled away with a gasp as he stared down at me, "Are you sure? We don't have to if you--"

"Do you not want to?" I asked quietly, I had never even considered the fact that maybe Stiles didn't want to do this. I just assumed that he would want this. Don't boys always want to have sex? The embarrassment of my eagerness is portrayed through the redness of my cheeks and the nervous lumps of pride I'm trying to swallow.

His eyes widened, "What? God, no. I mean, yes. I want to do this. I want to, I've wanted to for like ever, but I was just making sure you wanted to. The last thing I want is for you to feel pressured into this because of me."

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around the base of his neck, "I'm sure, Stiles."

He didn't need to be told twice as he pressed his lips back onto mine lovingly. His hands were moving up and down my sides, the tips of his fingers searing into my skin as they began to lift up the strap of my bra. All of these sensations I'm feeling in my body are new, this is all new. Stiles and I are both relatively ignorant in the sex department, and I'm scared. I'm terrified. I don't want to be awful, I want this to be perfect for him, but God knows I'm going to screw it up somehow. I always do.

Apparently, Stiles wasn't worrying about me messing this up for us as much as I was. His mind was completely focused on making this as memorable and pleasurable as possible. His lips busied themselves by kissing the living daylights out of me, his fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra, his thighs were on either side of my left leg, his hard excitement pressing into my skin. All of my senses were heightened, and I knew that it was because my ability was starting to kick in. I can feel the warmth in my chest from Stiles' excitement. I can feel the happiness surging through him, the eagerness pumping through his veins. I'm literally experiencing sex through both parties and it's a lot to take in.

Stiles flung my bra off of me hastily, the intensity of his kiss was increasing and I knew he was starting to lose his judgment to the lust that was now clouding up his thought process. My rational thinking was starting to fade away as well, Stiles sure as hell knew what he was doing as his lips broke from mine and started gliding down my neck. My body was convulsing underneath him, this was too much. Everything is hyper sensitive and I don't know how to handle this. I--I don't want to stop though. I want him to do more. I want to feel more.

I knew that my rational thinking was now completely locked away in the dark corners of my fractured mind the second that my dainty fingers tugged at the waistband of his boxers. Stiles' breathing hitched as my delicate and cold digits brushed against the sensitive skin of his lower stomach. I can only remember a select few times when I have touched him here. Our intimacy in the past has been modest, but I was hoping to change that tonight.

"Do you... do you have-- you know?" I rasped out as his teeth grazed the slight prominent bump of my clavicle. The tingling sensations spreading throughout my body were making me antsy. I never have been a patient person, but this was just getting plain ridiculous.

He chuckled breathlessly, "We're about to have sex and you're embarrassed to say the word condom?"

"I'm not embarrassed..." I muttered under my breath as I watched his left hand wrench open his nightstand drawer. He dropped the metallic and blue square on my chest, leaving me to eagerly grab it. His eyes widened as I ripped it open with my teeth, the sheer condom popping out of the package. I wasted no time tugging it out and tossing the paper aside.

Stiles gulped nervously, "Do you know how to--"

"Yes, I did take Health class freshman year." I giggled as the adrenaline began to course through my veins. Stiles chuckled as he pressed his lips back to my neck, I took this as my cue to start the process. Even though he was busying himself with kissing me and leaving a trail of love bites across my pale skin, his hands were guiding mine down towards his excited bulge. I bit my lip nervously as he tugged down his boxers, the instant that my fingers brushed against him he moaned into my neck, teeth piercing the skin harshly. I smiled at the effect I was having on him, it's nice to know that he wants this just as badly as I do. I want this. I want him.

The moment that the condom was on, Stiles' hands effortlessly slid my underwear off and tossed them them aside, they didn't make it to the floor though, instead they landed at the foot of the bed. His hands then grabbed my hands and forced them on either side of my head, his fingers locking into the empty spaces. I gripped him tightly as I felt him position himself. This was it.

His eyes were burning with lust and love and happiness and so many other emotions that I could feel in my chest as our connection intensified, "You ready?" He asked breathlessly. I was too afraid to speak, so I nodded. I nodded my head and squeezed my eyes shut as he slowly slid into me.

It hurt. It really hurt, and I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry and make him stop. I wanted to run out of here and never have sex ever again, but then I felt it-- the intense rush of Ecstasy. I couldn't help but make some sort of moaning noise as Stiles continued his torturous yet wondrous assault. How long does it take for it to stop feeling so foreign? How long do I have to deal with this discomfort before I can really enjoy it?

Stiles didn't seem to be feeling anything but pleasure as he slowly rolled his hips, the instant that he inched himself all the way inside of me, I felt it. I felt the intense euphoria that sex was about. I screamed, not just in pain because believe me it hurt like hell, but also in pleasure. I could feel the heavenly pleasure that Stiles was experiencing, it was surreal to be able to add his own pleasure on top of mine.

"Can I move?" He panted, his body was shaking atop mine and I knew that in order for this to be over with, he would have to move.

I nodded slowly and he pressed his lips on mine to distract me as he began to slowly glide inside of me. I squeezed his fingers tightly as the pain continued, it was starting to dull, but it still wasn't one-hundred percent comfortable for me. I had thought I was a sort of expert on pain, but this is certainly a different kind than I'm used to. It's tolerable, but it's annoying. I want to enjoy this.

Stiles then began to shake as his lips pulled off of mine, his body was moving faster than before and I could feel a pressure building in my lower stomach. I screwed my eyes shut as the pressure continued to build until it finally released. Our moans and shouts seemed to be harmonizing as we slowly descended from the high that we had been on.

His body flopped down beside mine, and I let out a breath that I hadn't realized I was holding. I don't know if I'll be able to move for a few hours. I'm sore, extremely sore, but now is not the time to be sore. I turned my head to glance at Stiles, only to find that he was already looking at me, grinning like an idiot.

"What?" I chuckled as I grabbed his shirt off the foot of the bed and quickly slid it over me. I don't care if he just saw me completely naked, that doesn't mean I want to sit in front of him without clothes on.

"That was amazing, better than amazing it was perfect. Are you okay, I didn't hurt you did I?" His tone suddenly changed to one of concern, and I grinned as I pecked his lips repeatedly.

Stiles' arms snaked around my body and pulled me on top of him, the way that his body was angled had me sitting directly on top of his special friend and I could feel it pressing against me again, eager for a round two. I winced as I adjusted myself on him, it hurt to move my lower half, but I'm going to have to get used to it.

His eyes narrowed as he glanced down at my sore area, "I'm sorry... I know that it hurt, I wish I could take it all away."

I smiled faintly, "I don't. It was... nice, not at first and I'm sorry if I was bad, I'll get better--"

"Kasey, don't even talk like that. It was perfect. You were perfect." He cut me off sternly. I didn't believe him, but I nodded in agreement anyway.

The pain wasn't overbearing, but it was definitely still noticeable. I wish I could just block it out so I could enjoy this moment with Stiles. We have done the one thing that connects people on a level that my ability couldn't even try to do. Stiles and I shared something with one another that is pure magic. The fact that we have waited so long made it more special, I think. Unlike my brother and Allison, we have been together for nearly a year and we finally did this. They had done it like a month into their relationship.

I sighed as I laid my body against Stiles' chest, "I love you."

His body shook slightly as he chuckled, "I love you."

"When I'm not so sore, we can go for a round two." I remarked, trying to get him to laugh again. My wish was granted as his melodious laugh echoed around the room. I smiled at the warmth that spread throughout my body once again. God, I love him.

"I have something for you." He mumbled as he gently slid me off of his body. I watched in confusion as he slipped his boxers back on and then jogged over to his dresser. He tugged the top drawer open and lifted a small black velvet box out of it. When he turned back around to face me, he had a nervous smile on his face.

My hands hastily snatched up my underwear off the bed and I slipped them on before awkwardly clambering over to the foot of the bed. Stiles sat down beside me and placed the box in my hand, "Remember how last year when you had the anxiety attack in the police station and when you kissed me, it stopped?"

I nodded slowly, "Yeah..."

"And a few weeks ago when I had my panic attack and you kissed me, calming me down?" He continued.

Again, I nodded.

He let out a nervous chuckle, "Well I was doing some thinking about all of that when Scott told me about the talk that he had with your mom the other night, about having an anchor. And when I really thought about it, we are kind of each others anchors, right? And when you told me about how you didn't have me to help you the other night, I thought maybe if I got you an anchor and you knew it was from me, that it may help."

I glanced down at the box in confusion, "Are you telling me that there is an anchor in here?"

"Just open it, please." He rushed out, I could tell he was on edge about how I was going to react to this.

So, I did as he asked and lifted the lid of the black velvet box that was supposedly holding my anchor. The moment that my eyes landed on the jewelry, I gasped. Stiles had gotten me an achor. A small silver anchor that was on a silver chain. I gently grabbed the charm with my index finger and thumb, the tip of my thumb ran over the back and I felt an engraving. I flipped it over in my palm and read the words carved into the small charm, because I love you.

"Oh my God... Stiles this is... it's... oh my God." I rambled as I inspected very piece of the necklace. I can't believe that he got it engraved with what I had said the very first time that I told him I loved him. I can't believe he got me an anchor to help me stay grounded. I can't believe that he is as perfect as he is right now.

He hesitantly glanced at my face, "Does that mean you like it? I know it's kind of cheesy and--" I slammed my lips to his urgently, knocking his body off of the bed. His back hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud, his arms wound themselves around my waist as he pressed my body against his. The necklace was gripped in between my fingers as I kissed all over his face repeatedly.

"Kasey-- stop!" He laughed as he caught my face in between his hands, halting my kissing assault.

"I love it. I love you. I love you. I love you so much." I stammered in excitement. Stiles has never gotten me a piece of jewelry before. And the one time that he does, he gets something sentimental with meaning and value and it's beyond perfect that I can't even comprehend how amazing it is right now. My brain is still foggy from the sex.

He grinned as he took the necklace out of my hand and slowly clasped it around my neck, "There. Now, you'll always have a piece of me with you. And if you ever need me as an anchor, I'm right there."

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Stiles had meant what he said... he wanted to prove that Lydia and I had been correct about Barrow being at the school. So, even though we just had sex and had such an amazing time together... we got dressed and headed to the school. I was still kind of sore, so I was sort-of walking funny but I didn't care, Stiles was on a mission. And when this boy is on a mission, there is no stopping him. Plus, being here looking for Barrow may give us some answers that we want and the closure that I need about my ability.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" I asked him in confusion, praying to God that he would actually tell me something now that we were in Harris' old classroom. I have no idea why he decided to come in here out of all of the classroom's in the school, but he did. I just can't seem to shake Adrian Harris. Even though he's dead; I'm dreaming about him and now I'm back in his classroom. I wonder why out of all of the people that died, he's the one that I'm dreaming about.

Stiles stumbled over to the chemical closet and shoved the door open, "Um... pretty sure that was supposed to be locked." I stated. I remember reading about that in the class rules last year.The chemical closet was locked whenever we weren't experimenting for safety reasons. Or, in case someone wanted to pull a Walter White and break bad.

"Yeah, I know. Notice anything else?" He asked as he pulled out his phone and turned his flashlight on. He crouched down to the ground and began to look at the shelves intently, examining to see if anything was missing or spilled I guess, because the smell in here was extremely strong.

I sighed, "It smells like chemicals-- oh my God. He doused himself didn't he? That way they couldn't get his scent?" I asked in astonishment, partially because I'm surprised that I actually was able to come to that conclusion.

Stiles nodded, "Yep. You're learning young padawon."

"Babe, what's that by your foot?" I asked as I pointed to a smudge on the floor. I couldn't really see it all that well due to the darkness, but when Stiles' moved his phone towards it the color of the smudge became apparent. When I saw the dark red and partially black liquid, I nearly gagged.

There was blood smeared on the floor with several staples laying beside it. Did Barrow pull those staples out of his stomach? Jesus Christ, that's disgusting.

"He was here, performing very minor surgery on himself. You and Lydia were right." Stiles said as he glanced up at me.

I shrugged, "Technically Lydia was right because I didn't hear the flies, but whatever. I should be happy that we figured this out, why don't I feel happy?"

"Probably because he was here to kill somebody?" Stiles responded sarcastically.

"But who? Who would he want to kill here at school?" I asked as I ran my hands over my eyes, they were starting to burn from the extreme amount of exhaustion I was currently battling.

Stiles pushed himself off the floor and walked back into the classroom, "That's what we gotta figure out. We could spread out, start looking for... anything."

I watched him search the tables and cabinets scattered around the room, but I was actually more curious about the set of numbers written on the chalkboard. The handwriting looked eerily familiar. The numbers obviously weren't just random numbers. We're in a Chemistry room. We're in Harris' room. And Harris drilled the concept of Atomic numbers into our brains from day one.

"Kasey, what are those?" Stiles asked me in confusion.

I blinked as I approached the board, "Atomic numbers."

"Is it a formula?" He asked me.

There was a way for me to check this. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and navigated to my destination, "I downloaded this app for Harris' class last year. It has the Periodic Table on it and it would tell you the Atomic Number of an element and everything. I still have it on my phone... okay, it looks like 19's Potassium, 53's Iodine, and 88's Radium."

I grabbed the piece of chalk and began to write down the symbol for each element, first came the K that went along with Potassium.

"Potassium's K?" Stiles asked in confusion.

I nodded, "Yeah, it's from the Latin name for it. I forget what it is, Silver and Gold are like that too, their symbols are Au and Ag."

Next came the I for Iodine and then the Ra for Radium. My eyes widened when I realized what I had just written on the board. K-I-R-A.

"Kira." Stiles stated.

I swallowed thickly, "Guess we figured out who Barrow was looking for."

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"He's not answering his phone." I panicked as Stiles sped down the road towards Kira's house. The perk of having your father as the Sheriff is the ability to be able to track down where anyone in Beacon Hills lives. It was an added bonus that Scott happened to be at Kira's house already, but it would help if he answered his damn cell phone.

Stiles groaned, "He never answers his phone when he needs to."

"Right? I don't understand why he never picks up. What could he possibly be doing that's more important than my phone call?" I chuckled nervously. Stiles then slammed on his breaks as he swerved over to the side of the road. My hands hit the dashboard from the sudden stop, and I shrieked when I saw Scott's body laying in the street.

I have never moved as fast as I did climbing out of that jeep in my entire life. I fell to my knees beside Scott and assessed the damage, his head was bleeding but it wasn't anything he couldn't recover from, thank God.

"Scott? Scott! Hey, wake up." I said loudly as I tried to shake him awake.

He blinked rapidly and looked beyond confused when he saw Stiles and I looming over top of him, "Barrow! He--he took Kira!" Scott gasped before sitting up and glancing around fearfully.

Stiles sighed, "We know. He was after her the whole time."

"We have to do something, he's going to kill her!" Scott panicked.

I ran my hand through my hair, "God! Where's Lydia when you need her? She would be able to find Kira. I can't--I can't do this. I can't find her."

"You can't hear the flies? Didn't Lydia say she heard flies?" Scott asked in confusion. The one time that Lydia and I are not on the same wave length and Kira's life is at stake. I don't know what to do here, I'm literally useless.

I shook my head from side to side, "No! I just heard this--this... humming."

Stiles' eyes widened, "Didn't you say it sounded like a street lamp?"

And then all of the pieces finally fell together. All of the odd snippet's of things that have happened these past few days finally clicked, and I was able to make sense of all of it.

"He took her to the power station!"

It's all adding up now. That's why I walked there in my sleep. My ability was warning me about this. about Barrow. And the hallucinations of Harris came into play as well. They were to help me remember about the Atomic numbers on the chalk board. I never would have remembered about that App on my phone, or about Atomic Numbers in general if I hadn't been thinking about the number of times I've hallucinated about Mr. Harris.

My boyfriend nodded, "Yeah, yeah. Barrow was an electrical engineer. He worked at a power sub-station."

"What sub-station?" Scott demanded.

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"Just wait here, okay? Just wait for the cops to show up." Stiles instructed as he slid out of his jeep, snatching his aluminum bat out of the backseat. Why does he just keep that thing in his car? Weirdo.

My eyes widened, "What? No way! I've been in there before, I know where to go."

Stiles sighed dramatically, "But I only have one bat."

"I don't need a damn bat. Come on," I stated as I clambered out of the jeep and started to run into the power station. I remember it all too well, I know exactly where Barrow will have Kira. He will have her where I woke up, because that's where all of the generators are. And if my ability had me hearing a humming sound, like the sound that I woke up to, then she would have to be there. It finally makes sense.

I led the way through doors and up the stairs, Stiles was behind me, struggling to keep up with my intense pace. I finally was able to do something, I was able to help figure something out. I am not going to let that moment be for nothing. We are going to save Kira from this sociopath.

I've never actually heard anything spark before, but the sound echoing from down the hall would have to be it, and I knew that meant something was going down. I quickly spun on my heel and took off in that direction, my body nearly collided into Stiles' as he appeared in front of me.

"I thought you knew where you were going?!" He shouted at me, while he managed to keep up with my pace.

"Shut up, Stiles! It's dark and I'm stressed out!" I called back to him, flipping him off over my shoulder as I did so. Now is so not the time for his sarcasm.

Another sound then zoomed down the hall, and it sounded like an explosion. I then pulled out my cross country skills and ran as fast as I could towards the room that the sound came from. As I slid through the doorway, I was hit with memories of my dream the night I was here. I was also met with the sight of Barrow  on the ground. Kira was standing up on the other side of the room, her eyes wide. My brother was watching Kira in confusion. What the hell happened in here?

"What the hell happened?" I asked as I walked closer to Barrow's body. Parts of his skin were singed and he didn't appear to be breathing. Oh my God, they killed him. They actually killed William freakin' Barrow.

Stiles sighed, "How am I supposed to explain this to my dad?"

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SEX SCENE. SEX SCENE. SEX SCENE.

IT FINALLY HAPPENED GUYS I FINALLY WROTE A SEX SCENE AND I AM REALLY HAPPY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT AND I JUST LOVE STASEY OKAY I FREAKING LOVE THEM AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO IT'S JUST ONE BIG LOVE FEST AND IT MAKES ME EXTREMELY HAPPY.

Now onto more important matters, although the sex scene was pretty important. I finally brought up the reason why Kasey kept hallucinating/dreaming about Harris. He actually ended up helping her in a way, which I thought was a cool way to redeem his character in the story. This chapter is the last happy one for Stasey though, after this things start to go downhill and when the Nogitsune shows up, it's gets pretty crazy. The ending will have everyone pulling their hair out.

Okay, so I don't remember if I said this in my last authors note but I am taking away the whole schedule on updating until I'm out of school because with my work schedule I have no time for anything really. So, I will update whenever I can. And I plan on finishing this book before I updated anything else, but who knows what'll happen.

Fan, vote, and comment nice things!  -Sasha xx