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So one of my roommates accidentally left an oily pan on the stove.
I went to check the kitchen because I thought I heard stove noises. The pan was literally on fire. Needless to say I yelled “holy shit” and freaked out our guest, ran for the kitchen, grabbed the pan off the stove, turned off the heat, and blew out the fire. Then the smoke alarm went off about eight times in a row due to there being smoke everywhere. Then we opened the doors to air it out, so of course the heat kicked in. And now I’m sitting here with my feet getting chilly since the back door is still open, making sure all the smoke airs out. Everything and everyone is fine! No worries. It was an interesting adventure.
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My name is Jared, or you can just call me Tchy. I'm a transmasculine queer kid just kickin' around on the internet. I like writing, fantasy, late nights, books, male pronouns, lions, punk, and social justice. I sustain myself mainly on a diet of chocolate, salt and vinegar chips, and strong tea in a mug decorated with dirty Shakespeare quotations. Sometimes I like to draw inappropriate things. Here are some other possibly-relevant things about me. 
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