did you mean: otp


so free up the cheaper seats
here comes a greek tragedy


Try to remember that.

thank you bryankonietzko for making my dreams a reality again - you and Mike, as always, rock

Since I’ve experienced so much attitude in my time at Mode, I’d like to posit an observation: One thing that is often lost in the changing of an attitude is the cause for that change. This is best understood when you consider attitudes on a personal level. I ask you, dear reader, to think back to a time when you experienced a major shift in your life. Was it an external change, something that happened outside of you, and forced a change of attitude to help you adapt to the future? Perhaps you saw a friend demonstrate a prowess that cast her in a new light. Heck, maybe it was as simple as your friend getting a makeover. Or perhaps that friend was undergoing her own life change, one in which she would no longer be present in your life, compelling you to make your own change to keep her in it, even if it were in a new context.

Just as important: Maybe the change was an internal one. Maybe you realized you were no longer interested in maintaining your status quo. Perhaps you wanted to try new challenges not only in your professional life, but also in your personal one. Or maybe one day something just changed inside you in the way you saw that good friend, causing you to want her to be more than, well, just a friend.

—  extract from Daniel Meade’s final letter from the editor.

“Did something weird happen with my robot self?”

She’s almost afraid to ask, afraid to hear whatever answers he may give her. But the look on his face, she can’t describe it. He looks so conflicted, in a way even she is not familiar with, despite having known him for so long.

“Did I make a move on you?”

She doesn’t know what answer she actually wants to hear him, but the change in expression on his face makes her heart ache and stomach clench painfully.

Did she kiss you? she wants to know. Did he have a relationship with this robotic version of herself. It must have ended badly….


The robot had made a move and he’d turned it down.

Melinda had been convinced that their relationship was changing, especially in the months before this entire fiasco. She thought that in bringing up the Haig, that trying her best to let him know she was ready to take a shot, physically and metaphorically, that she had made her feelings clear to him.

She hoped that he maybe felt the same way.

Clearly, she had been mistaken.

So instead, she looks up into his eyes and asks a question she already knows the answer to.

“Did I try to kill you?”