i live in the best state

some life updates for the void


Still living here in my beautiful home state, West Virginia! Plan on being here for about another year or so more, then off to LA or Austin (or somewhere else idk). Currently still living with my best friend/future husbando! We moved into a nicer place with a whole patio! O: It’s really nice now that spring is rolling in. We’re really, really happy together and it feels good to be with someone so loving, kind, and supportive. Been a couple of years we’ve been together now, and I still get all excited when I see him. @ me for more mushyness

We have two kitty cats now! We have Henry Avery, he’s a big year old kitty. He’s crazy soft, and crazy dumb. He’s FIV+, but he’s yet to have any issues. Our other cat is a little kitten girl named Mitsu! She has three legs and loooves to give kisses. I don’t think I’ve ever met a lovey-er cat. She’s always down for some pets.

Took some time off school, brain and wallet need some TLC but I’ve got about a year left of classes and I will be all graduated up and ready to freaking…..I dont even know. I work in a microbiological lab and I do really cool product development and food safety.

I spend my free time playing a shameful amount of FFXIV. It’s my first MMO and I’m like…way into it. I main bard on Balmung, but will maybe switch to Cactaur soon. If you play HMU we can do some crossserver stuff. I’m currently leveling my white mage. Because who am I if I’m not playing support??

I also bake and cook A LOT. I wanna get really good at cooking and stuff, so I’m working hard at that. We subscribed to HelloFresh (cheating, I know) so if you want a free box of food also hit me up LOL. I’ve got a bunch of free ones to hand out.

My physical and mental health are way better than where’ve they’ve been in the past! Having a support system at home really does a lot of good. It’s awesome. Do recommend getting a supportive s/o.

That’s all I can think of for now!! Been doing good. I love my lil family.

How Best To Harass Your Local Civil Servant

Since @beesmygod​​ has been posting a lot about bothering your local elected representative, I thought I should help a little as someone who understands government work. I live & work outside of the US, but I suspect this is applicable to many local & state/provincial governments.


  • If you want someone to actually look at your issue, to do more than write “Feedback noted” in a complaint system resolution field, ask for a callback. Demand a callback. You can ask for an email too, but I will be blunt: the effort that is put into returning an email is less than half of the effort you force me to put in when I call someone back.
  • Pick a phone number you will be reached at during 9-5 hours (b/c that’s when government workers do their callbacks). Calls are what I recommend simply because a call requires that person to put more effort into addressing your complaint even before they pick up the phone. They have to do more than send a pre-written email template to brush you off, and it allows you to actively engage back with them rather than starting from square one when you send a return email and end up in the system at the bottom of the queue again.
  • If you go with an email, pick an email address that you check regularly. You can even make a professional looking email address for your complaints, which is guaranteed to get better answers than if you ask someone to email xxbigdaddysephirothxx@gmail.com
  • When you make your complaint, ask what the time you can expect to wait is, and if you don’t hear back by that length of time, call back and raise hell over it. If there is a ticket system of some kind for tracking complaints (and there usually is when we’re talking government work and accountability), ask for your ticket number. Keep it on hand. Keep all of your numbers on hand.
  • Be prepared for a callback. Have your feedback/goals already written down somewhere you can easily pull up on the fly so you don’t get caught flatfooted. Don’t get sidetracked. Stay on point and have a clear end goal - you want to see your local representative support a specific bill, you want them to issue a statement on a subject.
  • Get a name. Get a phone number you can call them back at. Make them accountable for anything they say or promise.
  • DO NOT USE ABUSIVE LANGUAGE. DO NOT MAKE THREATS OF VIOLENCE. If you use abusive language, I don’t have to engage with you. In fact, if what you write is vile enough, I can refuse to answer future complaints from you. So be passionate, be angry, be uncompromising, but keep that language clean and keep it clear of threats. I can’t do anything to get rid of someone who is pissed but does not cross the line.

I answer a lot of dumb complaints in my particular field. After a while, it gets easy to start tuning complaints out and assuming that people are just mad for no good reason. Callbacks force me to engage. They force me to look into a problem before I call someone back - to actually investigate instead of assuming. It’s harder to tune someone out when you’re holding me accountable.


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SNSD & Several of their Biggest Achievements

Additional Information:
- Not only is SNSD the first girl group to win the Disk Daesang in 2010, they have won Digital Daesang awards in 2009 & in 2011. This makes them the first girl group to win Daesang awards three times in a row.
- “Gee” broke the record for longest-running number one on Music Bank with nine consecutive wins.
- Students at Harvard University highlighted “Gee” as part of their study on Korean culture.
- They are the first girl group to achieve four music videos with over 100 million views on YouTube with “Gee”, “I Got a Boy”, “The Boys”, and “Mr. Taxi.”
- SNSD has also performed “The Boys” on “Live With Kelly” in the United States in 2012.
- They won “Artist of Year” during the MAMA Awards in 2011 & “Best Female Group” in 2011, 2013, & 2015.
- SNSD broke the record for the most wins in K-pop with their song “Mr. Mr.,” which was their 75th win.
- As of January 2016, SNSD has had over 60,000,000 Digital Sales & is still counting.
- More of the Awards & Achievements can be found here.


I feel very proud of where I came from. I feel very proud of my family, so I own it. I try to be the best version of me that I can be, whether it’s acting or on a personal level. One thing that makes me happy is there are a lot of fans that write to me that live in and outside of the States that say, “I watch TV and can’t relate to anybody, but Isabelle is one of my favorite characters and I’m so happy that you were chosen because I can relate to you.” They can relate because they have the same dreams, or because they’re Latin, or because they’re Middle Eastern, or because of this or that. That’s what keeps me going and motivates me.

Something I love about my generation: more and more of us are rejecting the idea that a household has to consist of a husband, wife, and 2.5 kids. A household can be five friends who live together: because the only way they can afford an actual house is to pool their resources, and because a family doesn’t have to involve sex or marriage vows, and because sharing a house with good friends can be the best support system and division of labor.

I am wholly for sharing a house with several friends – I know a lot of us joke about starting a “Fangirl Commune”, but this should be something we seriously consider as an option/alternative to following the same old traditions that don’t appeal to us/can’t possibly work for us.

It worries me sometimes that there are people out there who not only want, but NEED caregivers. Like if they didn’t have one they’d be up till 4am every night, rarely eating and drinking water, living in a state of depression and anxiety…I just want you all to take care of yourself okay? Go drink some water, eat something if you haven’t eaten today or in more than 8 hours or so. If it’s late and you’re reading this please go to bed…I can’t be a daddy to you all but if you don’t have one, please be a good little one and take care of yourself. If you have a cg, please obey them. They want nothing but the best for you and they love you…

missouri gothic
  • your out-of-state friends laugh when you tell them you live in misery. you laugh too. you have to laugh. it’s a joke. only a joke. you wish you could make them stay away. they laugh it off.
  • “you haven’t been to the city museum?” you ask a friend. “you have to have been to the city museum!” have you been to the city museum? you can’t remember. maybe you went there on a class trip. you must have been. everyone has been to the city museum. everyone. you suddenly remember that your friend is still waiting for you inside the whale.
  • the tv screen goes white. oh no. oh no. black text begins to scroll across the screen. you feel sick. “accept jesus into your heart”, the man says. his voice is familiar. you’ve heard it so many times. who is he? who is he? he runs the church not far from here. but who is he? you’ve seen his face, but you can’t picture it. the black text is running on a loop now, you’re sure of it. “accept jesus. accept god. jesus loves you. jesus loves you. we love you.”
  • everyone has a ghost story. but everyone swears that ghosts don’t exist. which is it? missouri is a ghost story. all our houses are haunted. by the dead, and by those on their way.
  • you just want chick-fil-a. everyone wants chick-fil-a. but it’s sunday. wasn’t it sunday yesterday? you swear it was. but isn’t tomorrow sunday? chick-fil-a is closed on sundays. it’s always closed.
  • you’ve passed 9 churches now. or was it 10? you can’t remember. you don’t want to. everyone is at church. dead eyes stare at you from the windows. 
  • the past week has been nothing but thunderstorms. thunderstorms and tornados. it’s okay. no one you knew was in the path of the tornado. no one ever knows anyone in the path of the tornado. and you love thunderstorms. you love them. you say this through a tight-lipped smile.
  • you will never leave this place. you want to. but no one ever leaves. do they?
  • there are coyotes everywhere. you know this. that’s what they say. those strange howls at night. the missing pets. it’s the coyotes. it has to be.
  • you receive a letter. its address reads “st. louis”. no, that can’t be right. you don’t live in st. louis. you look closer. your zip code is there. but you don’t live in st. louis. you’ve never lived in st. louis. you feel afraid.
  • there are hawks. on every fence post, on every telephone pole, every road sign. they mean nothing, you tell yourself. they’re only hawks.
  • you love going to st. louis bread company. it confuses your out-of-state friends. “do you mean panera?” they ask. no. you don’t. you mean st. louis bread company. they’re different. they have to be.
  • a tornado is coming. you could be in its path. no one would know you. you go to the store. it’s fully stocked- except for bread, milk, and eggs. there is no more bread. there are no more eggs. there is no more milk. why? why is that all we take? what do we subconsciously know is in those three foods that will save us?
  • “what high school did you go to?” that’s the question they always ask. why? you try to remember. you can’t. did you go to high school with them? yes. yes, you must have. didn’t you? you can’t even remember being a teenager.
  • billboards seem to be everywhere. you don’t even recognize what they’re selling anymore. they blend together. 
  • you’ve only been to the arch once. so has everyone you know. you go there once, and then never again. you don’t remember how you got to the top. you hate elevators. you always have. 
  • you look up at the shadow in the sky. your stomach drops. that’s not a shadow. it’s a massive cloud of black birds. they seem to be swarming directly above you. you can’t stop staring. every part of you goes numb. you think you hear someone screaming. is it you?

Fuckin ancap memes infiltrating my tumblr because  American conservatives are reblogging them…

Alright, the ancaps can believe whatever dumb shit they want, I don’t care. But as a shoutout specifically to my American followers this meme is 100% anti-constitution. 

Section 8 (of the US Constitution) 

1: The Congress shall have Power To lay and collect Taxes, Duties, Imposts and Excises, to pay the Debts and provide for the common Defense and general Welfare of the United States; but all Duties, Imposts and Excises shall be uniform throughout the United States;

There you go. If you want to live in the United States and have your rights protected by the US military you best believe you’re gonna pay federal taxes. So get the hell over it. 

I can’t believe I had to make this goddamn post. 


21 11 2016 • “I sit on these aeroplanes, but I just wanna walk. They play me these symphonies, but I just wanna talk.”

I can’t believe it’s almost December already. How quickly this year has gone by! It’s been one of the best years of my life, if not the best. I graduated with a Master’s degree in Linguistics, went to the States twice, saw my favourite band live twice in my favourite city in the world, met some incredible people… I’m so ready to see what I can accomplish next year. 🌿

Okay guys it’s time for the one political post I’m gonna make this year.  If you live in the United States and are over the age of 18, please god, go vote.

I’m chronically ill and work for a small local business, and this year I fell of my parent’s insurance plan due to my age.  Because of my pre-existing conditions and my income, no insurance company would touch me if not for Obamacare.  Because of that, I’m able to see my specialists and take my medicine and function to the best of my abilities.  I’m as healthy as can be expected of someone with my issues.

I cried in the bathroom at work today because if the wrong person is elected, I’m going to lose that.  If I can’t have my medicine, my condition will deteriorate until I’m bedridden, I’ll no longer be able to care for myself, and I’ll have to quit my job.  My case is not unique: there are so many other people in the same situation who stand to lose so much if this election goes the wrong way.

I don’t care if you think your vote doesn’t matter.  I don’t care if you’re just choosing the lesser of two evils.  There is so much at stake here, so much to lose, and I’m so scared.  Go.  Vote.

Victuuri being canon means a lot to me personally.

I’m a Russian lesbian born in America. I would love to reconnect with my family’s culture and travel to Russia, but I can’t spend time in Russia as my most honest self. With state sanctioned ignorance and homophobia, living openly would subject me to harassment at best and get me physically assaulted at worst.

Seeing a Russian man in love with another man, although fiction, in such a globalized anime (with characters hailing from various countries, and an English dub produced very quickly after the Japanese release), gives me the message that one day, sooner or later, my type of love will be more widely accepted.

Additionally, a lot of Russian youth are anime fans, and this series is quite popular. If young people see this series and come to understand LGBT people, then future generations will be more accepting.

Japan isn’t exactly known for being too accepting of homosexuality, either; the Victuuri kiss was obscured as a form of censorship, as a same-sex kiss would be seen as too taboo for Japanese television. 

However, the fact that the staff and creators of the show bypassed this censor by focusing on their lips before Victor falls on top of Yuuri shows that they wanted to get this message of love and hope across, no matter what obstacles arise. 

It’s a call for love, and acceptance, and a hope for a brighter future for those who cannot openly express who they are and how they feel.

Love is a beautiful thing. It mustn’t be silenced.

Thank you for speaking up.

Martin Freeman in EW Morning Live, 2 tracks (I apologize for the 
sound environment)

One of the best interviews: he talks about SHERLOCK and Black Panther.

If you live in the States, you can listen to the show on SiriusXM app.

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Best Friends Forever.// Draco x Reader

Title: Best Friends Forever.

Propmt: Embarrassing parents forcing them to be friends which blossoms into more

Paring: Draco Malfoy x Reader?

Warning(s): Fluff??

8 Years before:

“But Mummy,” Seven year old Y/N said, “No buts, I promised the Malfoys we’d introduce you and Draco to each other.’ Y/N groaned and stomped up to the big mansion, “I can’t be friends with him mummy. He lives here, we don’t.” Y/N stated, pointing at the big black castle.

“Baby, it’s alright. I’ve known his mum and dad for years.” Her mum stated, Y/N groaned once again, when a tall lady dressed in all black opened the door, obviously hearing what Y/N and her mum were saying. “Hello, you must be the Johnsons.” The lady said, her hair was very messy and she had her wand by her side. “Hello, Bellatrix.” Y/N’s mum said, “Hello, Y/M/N.” The women, Bellatrix, said. They looked at each other, “So, this must be little Y/N, isn’t it? Here to play with my nephew correct?” Y/N nodded quickly, “Yes, ma’am.” Y/N whispered, “Mind letting them in?” Narcissa said looking at me. She had black hair; it was neat, up in a bun. She had a black dress on, making Y/N uncomfortable. Y/N’s yellow sundress blew in the wind, “How nice is it to see you,” Narcissa got down to Y/N’s level, allowing her to see Narcissas son, “This is Draco, Draco this is Y/N.”Narcissa smiled, Y/N smiled back.

“Hi,” she smiled, blushing slightly. “Hi, love.”Draco smiled.

Narcissa let them go up to Draco’s big room, “It’s so big.” She gasped as her nodded, “Want to play monster trucks?” he asked, “Um, we can do magic.” Y/N said, “Mummy has taught me some, its pretty cool.” Y/N smiled, “Okay!” he agreed.


“Draco Lucius Malfoy,” Y/N said smiling at the boy, “How dare you, not give me a brownie?” Y/N giggled, sitting in between his legs on the floor. “I was hungry,” he argued, smiling.

“So? I’m hungry now!” she whined, “I love you,” he said kissing her nose, “No you don’t!” she laughed,

“But I love you too!” she smiled. It was their fifth year, he’s sixteen, and she’ll be sixteen in a couple months.

“Death Eater or not, I’ll always love you.” She kissed him passionately.  He kissed back, before chuckling.

“I can’t believe its eight years today.” He said as he pulled away, she instantly nodded. “Thanks to our mums.” She said, he smiled. “Our mums are smart,” he stated, “They probably only want us to be together for grandkids.” He laughed falling back, “True, but I’m okay with that, as long as I’m with you.” She smiled as he kissed her nodding.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you Draco.”

A/N: This kinda sucks, but im tired and I AM FINALLY A SOPHMORE OMG!! School is finally over omgg.

Block my driveway? I'll go ahead and take your vehicles.

Friday night here in the country can get a little crazy sometimes so I don’t mind when my neighbors cause a ruckus or loud party as long as its not too crazy. Tonight I’m on call for Virginia State Police towing rotation which means I’ve got 25 minuets to get to where ever the wreck/DUI/impound/etc is.

As luck would have it, my neighbors are having a party and guess what’s blocking my driveway? That’s right, about 25-30 cars. I live down a dirt road at the end of a cul-de-sac, and its pretty narrow. One in one out type of deal, and with this rain we’ve been having, parking in the grass/clay/mud is really not the best idea. Even with a 4x4 it can still get tricky.

I noticed a few cars coming in early this evening and walked over to my neighbors and made it pretty clear I was on call and as long as they didn’t block the road or my driveway all would be good. No problems here. Well I get a call from my boss asking if I can go warm-up the Rotator and the light duty flatbed (tow trucks). Its about 12:30AM so I get my boots on and other gear because if I’m up I might as well stay at the shop and clean a few things to stay busy and make the night move along.

I get in my car and as I’m backing out of the driveway I notice I’m blocked in. I don’t mean by one truck, but by nearly 15 different vehicles. I calmly walk over to my neighbors about a 1/8th mile hike and as I’m looking for them through the crowd of drunk teenagers, some idiot wants to know why I’m on his property (he’s not the property owner, I’ve never seen this classy gentleman)

Finally, I find my neighbor and ask her if she can move the cars, I’ve got to go to work she says in a normal tone (doesn’t yell over the music) into the house “whoever’s blocking the driveway next door move your trucks” then slams the door in my face. I knock again and she answers with a drunken “oh god this bitch again?” (internally I’m thinking alright then) I do my best to explain, I’m on call and need to get out of my driveway to go to work, she comes back sloshing a Natural Light exclaiming its a party, relax!shuts the door in my face and yells “fuck that dyke cunt” I smile and as I’m walking away macho man throws a beer at me and cackles “yeah you best leave, go on, git!”

I get on the phone with dispatch and call for as many trucks as we have available tonight (about ten) and tell them to come on over, mommas got some PPI’s (private property impounds) I call police dispatch and ask if they’d send out a officer Incase things get out of hand and as soon as he gets to my place, my rigs start rolling up and hooking vehicles up and taking them to the impound yard. We get down to the last three vehicles. A yellow civic, gold Silverado and a old F-150

The civic owner bolts to his car and takes off. The Silverado girl (pretty wasted) gets stuck and starts tearing up my property. Officer walks over and she throws a fit long story short she gets arrested for underage drinking and DUI. The Ford owner doesn’t show up.

I get to work after all the impounds and with me I brought coffees and snacks for my drivers. Tomorrows not a business day which means if these tools want their cars back, its going to be the regular$289.50 plus two days of storage at $55 a day and a $100 gate fee. I make a note in every single storage sheet (papers that the vehicle owners get) to thank the girl who had the party for getting towed. Several of the kids parents called wanting to know where there cars or trucks were. I gave them the yard address and told them they can come anytime. As soon as they started shouting about illegal tows and threatened with lawyers I showed them pictures of their cars with no parking signs. And explained that I tried to reason with the owner of the property (me) but she was tired of being blocked in by drunken teenagers.

There are signs on my road saying no parking, and not to block the driveway. Don’t piss off a tow truck driver, she’ll legally take your vehicles.

Imagine playing hard to get with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from a wonderfully loyal reader @m-a-t-91, I don’t really know if I lived up to your request ‘cause when I write- I kinda go into a state where I just write what comes to me. I think I wrote what you asked for, I dunno. Enjoy anyway. X

You could feel your best friend, Chris watching you from across the bar as you politely chatted with the third guy to hit on you in one night. You weren’t actually interested, you were just too nice to shoot him down. At least he was slightly better looking than the first two, it helped but he still wasn’t the one you wanted to be with. The one you wanted, the one you were in-love with- had been in-love with since the moment you met him was the blue eyed, brown haired Bostonian that you called a best friend. You didn’t know but he was in-love with you too, just waiting for the right time to tell you.

“Do you want me to get rid of him?” Chris mouthed at you and you bit back your smile, nodding ever so subtly. “Wear the ring,” he mouthed and tapped his ring finger on his left hand; a gesture to the bid the two of you had performed numerous times.

You did as you were told, watching him rise from his stool and disappear into the crowd. You continued to nod at the blond, faking a smile as he talked you through his gym regime. You could’ve listened to Chris talk about his gym regime all day but you couldn’t with this guy, with this guy- all you wanted to do was roll your eyes.

“There you are, my love.” You heard Chris’ voice and felt his warm hand touch the small of your back. “I’m sorry,” his gaze fell onto the blond gentleman who was stunned by the presence of the actor, Chris Evans. “Can I help you? Is there a reason you’re talking to my fiancée?” He asked, grabbing your left hand and holding it up to reveal your ring.

“Uh- no, um-” He stammered, swallowing his nerves as he got up. “I had no idea- I’m sorry, Cap. I didn’t notice the ring and- Have a good night,” he nodded at the both of you and rushed off, leaving you and Chris in stitches.

“I’m sorry, Cap?” You laughed, trying to ignore the butterflies forming in your stomach from Chris’ touch. “That’s fucking hilarious. I have never seen a guy bigger than you so terrified of you,” you said and Chris scoffed. “The role of Captain America has given you a few benefits.”

“First of all, he was not bigger than me. And even if he was, I’m much better looking than that doofus.” He argued and you rolled your eyes; the feeling of disappointment washed over him when he took his hand away. “And yes, the role of Captain America has given me a few benefits. You’re one of them, without it- I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

“But we met at your dad’s dentistry,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Yes, but you wouldn’t have been interested in talking to me if I wasn’t Captain America.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Please,” he chuckled softly. “Don’t act like you would’ve given me the time of day if I wasn’t Captain America, even after you knew who I was- you barely paid me any attention. All you did was ask for a selfie, you wouldn’t even give me your phone number.”

“I was raised not to trust random strangers, even if said random stranger was Captain America.”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” he laughed. “You just like playing hard to get, you’re like that with every guy.”

“Fuck you, Evans.” You playfully shoved him and he laughed harder, touching his left boob. “I do not like playing hard to get, I’m just not one of those girls who gives her number away willy nilly. Even if I knew who you were, you were still just some random guy. I couldn’t just give you my number, I had to know you were a guy worth trusting.” You told him and he chuckled. “And you are,” you patted his cheek gently and his heart fluttered at your touch, “'cause here we are now, best of friends.”

“I want more than friends,” you thought you heard him mutter under his breath. Your heart skipped a beat but you remained indifferent, just in case you heard him wrongly. “Y/N,” Chris moved in front of you, taking one of your hands in his. “Have you ever thought about dating a friend?”

Your breath hitched in your throat because you knew you had in fact heard what you heard; he was referring to himself and the possibility of him becoming something more to you. You had been wishing for something like that since- God, since before you met him. But like he said, you were prone to playing hard to get; you didn’t know why, you did do it with every guy. It probably had to do with the string of bad boyfriends, after the last one- you were done getting hurt. You knew Chris was a good guy but you couldn’t risk going through another heartbreak and you definitely didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

“Never,” you lied and shook your head.

“I see,” Chris mumbled; his heart sunk as you pulled your hand away. “Yeah, neither.” He forced a smile on his face but you could see the pain in his eyes; you suffered immediate guilt and regret. “I think it’s stupid to ruin a good friendship, I just- I was asking for a friend.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, smiling even though you were dying on the inside. “This is why we’re best friends, we share a similar form of thinking.” You said and he nodded, chuckling with very limited humor. “I’m starving, do you want to go grab some Leone’s?”

“You know I do.” He smiled more genuinely; he couldn’t be with you but at least he could be around you. “Let’s go,” he held out his arm for you to take and you took it without hesitation. “What are we thinking? Eat in or take it back to my place?”

“Anything as long as I get to eat with you,” you told him and his smile widened a little bit. “You know I love you, right?” You asked and he nodded, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. “Good,” you managed a small smile, ignoring your aching heart. “Now let’s go get some pizza.”
• • • • • • • •
“I will never ever get sick of pizza,” you grinned as you took another slice from the box. Chris chuckled and took a sip of his beer, smiling as he watched you devour the slice. “Thank you so much for introducing me to Leone’s, it is honestly- the best.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and lowered his beer onto the hardwood floor. “You know something, Y/N?” He quizzed, crawling across to sit next to you. “I think you’re amazing.” He told you when your facials prompted a continuation. “I think you’re beautiful and funny and talented and- perfect. I think you’re perfect,” he whispered and brushed your hair out of your face.

“I think I’m all of those things too,” you joked because you knew where he was going with all of that. “What can I say?” You dropped your slice back into the box and brushed the crumbs from your hands by swiping them together. “My parents made a masterpiece when they had me.”

“Can you please be serious for once in your life?” Chris narrowed his eyes at you; he was buzzed enough not to care about the consequences. “I’m trying to tell you I like you, Y/N. I’ve been trying to tell you all night,” he said and you sighed. “I know we’re best friends and you don’t want to ruin our friendship by giving this a shot, I don’t either- the last thing I want is to lose you.”

“Then stop,” you told him.

“I can’t,” he shook his head. “I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with just being friends anymore. I know you’re sick of it too, I’m not crazy- I can see the way you look at me. You want this too, you’re just too afraid of getting hurt again which is why you’re constantly playing hard to get.” He took your hands and pressed it to his heart. “But I would never hurt you, Y/N. I would never ever because- you do this to me, you make my heart beat- you make each day worth more than it should. There has never been a day with you that has been bad,” he told you.

“Chris, stop-” you tried to pull your hands away but he tightened his grip. “I can’t lose you, I can’t lose this. Maybe we try this out, maybe it works but- what if it doesn’t?” You felt your eyes well with tears. “What are we going to do then? Who am I going to have in my life?”

“Me,” he answered. “Because you’re never going to lose me, Y/N. You’re the love of my life, I didn’t realize it until now but- I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. As long as you’re around, you’re the one I’m going to love until my final breath.” You felt a smile stretch across your face; the tears that welled from the fear of losing him, fell out of joy. “Even as a ghost, I’ll still love you.”

“Shut up,” you managed a soft laugh and he smiled, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “Fine,” you huffed and his breath hitched in his throat when he realized what you were about to agree to. “We can try this, but if things don’t work-”

“It will,” he interrupted excitedly.

“If it doesn’t,” you continued your previous sentence. “You don’t get to run out on me. You are going to stay my best friend until the end of time, even if you hate my guts- you’re going to be there for me. Those are my terms, otherwise- it’s a no.”

“More time with my best friend who is also the love of my life?” He quizzed rhetorically and smirked when you bit back your smile. “How could I possibly disagree to those terms?”

“Good,” you smiled. He released your wrists so he could caress your face; you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in. “Because I was getting a little sick of playing hard to get.” He chuckled then smiled when you pressed your lips against his.

Missouri State students! Don’t miss out on this HTGTFU event on Monday night, sponsored by your Student Activities Council! 

I’ll cover how to buy food when living on your own, how to find the best deals, identify good produce, store your food properly, and make the most of your food (and funds).


I live in Texas and it’s very hard to find original art nouveau here. Your best bets are to find it in a museum (or reproduction stuff in bookstores). But from time to time I see a flash of it somewhere. This is the outside mural on the downtown Barnes & Noble bookstore located in Fort Worth. I took these pics years ago, at night, but it’s still one of my favorite murals. I don’t know if it’s still there but whoever came up with the idea had good taste!

(Also, if anyone is aware of neat art nouveau stuff in this state, I would love to get recommendations. I’ve been searching really hard for unique AN things here.)

It’s hard…..sometimes when I get busy it’s easier because the focus stays so myopic that I don’t pay as much attention to the news, or the headlines, or what’s going on and there’s a certain safety in that. But there’s an element of that that’s irresponsible. So, say one is being responsible, I mean the most that we can do at any given time is to be the best versions of ourselves that we can be - the kindest, most compassionate, most altruistic, and to give of ourselves in time and action what we can, and try to make a little bit of a difference.
—  Gillian Anderson when asked how she stays positive when the state of the world is in utter chaos, Facebook Live Q&A, October 22nd, 2016