it dates back to 2006 but
Watch Carrie Fisher Give Courtney Love Dating Advice in 2006
The late actress and writer Carrie Fisher was also a friend and mentor to Courtney Love. And, one time back in 2006, Love drove over to Fisher's house, sprawled out on the bed, and had a heart-to-heart about her love life over a stack of Country Life magazines. The moment appears in the 2006 British TV documentary The Return of Courtney Love, which followed Love during the making of the record that eventually became Hole's Nobody's Daughter. Fisher counseled her friend on the importance of taking ownership of one's decisions: "After I've made as many bad choices as I have, I have to assume the choices are mine. I'm not victim, and neither are you." Watch below; the scene with Fisher begins around the 34:40 mark. Carrie fisher – great wit – great friend / one of the brightest lights has gone out . Deep condolences to Billie and Debbie — Courtney Love Cobain (@Courtney) December 27, 2016

Carrie Fisher Hangs with Courtney Love circa 2006

Like a lot of celebrity friends posting about the late great Carrie Fisher, Courtney Love was good friends with her. In a 2006 British documentary The Return of Courtney Love, it shows Love and Fisher hanging out. The doc shows Love getting back on track with a new album, which eventually became Hole’s 2010 album Nobody’s Daughter. It features interviews with other friends such as Billy Corgan and Linda Perry. 

The link above is from Spin and it includes the full documentary!


househunting, i found the video that started it all. i was just going through my youtube favorites dating back to 2006 and this was in it. 12 year old me was a weirdo but at least i’m consistent? 

Rough-draft-ish timeline for book 1! BTW if you are visual like me, the closest we get to a calendar year for All For the Game is 2006/2007. It’s not 100% accurate, because not all of the dates match up perfectly throughout the whole series, but this is the closest one, with only a few dates off. It diverges in June, so I kept to the book for the rest of June because dates were easy to track; it meets back up with the calendar year in August and so far as I’ve checked sticks pretty close to it for the rest of the series?? The games do at least??

In the days that were too eventful (or I just typed too much for them), I underline the important parts tumblr removed my underlines?? i’ll think of something sorry!!, and for all of it I italicize direct quotes

The Foxhole Court Timeline - Rough Draft Edition

~Friday, April 7 (approx date): Wymack, Kevin, and Andrew come to Arizona to recruit Neil

Thursday, May 11: “Neil Josten” graduates HS

Friday, May 12: Andrew picks Neil up from the airport, he meets Nicky, Aaron, and Abby, sees the court for the first time, moves in with Wymack

Saturday, May 13: Andrew nearly stabs Nicky, Neil exhausts himself trying to score on Andrew

-it gets approximate again here bc it says 5 weeks should pass but only 4 do, so I’m using context to close out the gaps-

~Tuesday, May 30: Neil goes to the court at night for the first time & finds Andrew and Kevin there; Andrew shows Neil the knives hidden in his armbands, beautiful lines such as “exy is just slightly less boring than living is” and “I’m not a math problem” “I’ll still solve you” and “this was a dream he’d have to wake up from eventually” occur

~Wednesday, May 31: Wymack tells Kevin about the district transfer, tells Neil about the Moriyamas, Neil considers running but decides to stay until the match against the Ravens

Thursday, June 1: Raven’s district transfer effective

*Sunday, June 9: foxes move into Fox Tower, Matt offers to kick Kevin’s ass for Neil (and actually does until Andrew stops him), Dan and Renee give Neil tea and cookies like the princesses they are, Andrew goes through Neil’s stuff, Andrew admits for murder w/ no chill instance #1, Neil has a lot of panic attacks and fits of dissociation and decides again to stay because “one of us has to make it” and he’s decided to pick Kevin’s life over his

*Wednesday, June 12: Seth punches Kevin as soon as Andrew leaves for his meeting with Bee

*Friday, June 14: Columbia & all that that disaster entails

*Saturday, June 15: Neil hops out the window, calls Matt to ask him to watch his stuff, hitchhikes/walks home, tells Andrew half (most) of the truth, ends on “Hope was a dangerous and disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.”

*Monday, June 17: Kevin comes to take Neil to night practice, but Matt and Seth send him away

*Tuesday, June 18: first night practice!!, “the master?” “Coach Moriyama”; Matt waits up for Neil like the precious and pure human he is

*Wednesday, June 19: Nicky asks Aaron (in German) if he thinks Neil will ever forgive them (it’s literally been 4 days, he needs to chill), and Neil realizes that Andrew didn’t tell the others he can speak German and wonders why

*Friday, June 21: ERC makes the official announcement about Edgar Allen’s district transfer; Seth says my person favorite of his lines: “Tell me, when’s the last time anyone cried for you?”

Wednesday, August 23: Team psych evals w Bee

Thursday, August 24: First day of classes, Matt wakes Neil up for practice and the following killer exchange happens: “I’m fine.” “You say that an awful lot.”

Friday, August 25: Game day, all of the upperclassmen take turns walking Neil to/from classes, Seth and Allison sit with him at lunch and tell him about the Renee/Andrew betting pool, Neil finds out Andrew goes sober on game nights, Nicky apologises for the Columbia thing 

GAME V BRECKENRIDGE JACKALS: Seth and Kevin fight on court 13 minutes into the game (no one took Nicky’s bet so he doesn’t win anything), Neil goes in at 20 minutes for Seth (”Hey Pinnocchio, time to run. This one’s for you.”), Matt punches Gorilla for Kevin and then runs and hides behind Andrew for safety (these nerds are such children I love them), Neil begins to feel a burning hatred for the jackals: “Gorilla had been trying to hurt Kevin’s hand his first day back on the court, which was unbelievably cruel. Neil hoped Matt had bruised some ribs with that punch.”; Neil scores his first goal!!; final score 7-9 loss (not bad tbh), and then the upperclassmen/Neil stay up all night partying like the nerds they are, I love these kids

Saturday, August 26: Kathy’s show, Neil’s 1st time on the bus, “Kevin’s smile was a brittle and bitter thing”; Kevin threatens to cut Neil off from night practices to force him to go on Kathy’s show (and Andrew laughs and calls Neil an idiot); “As complicated as Neil’s obsession with Kevin was, one truth was undeniable: he didn’t want Kevin to hate him.”; “I think of you as one half of a whole.” “At least I have room to stretch out now.” that is a SAVAGE BURN coming from Kevin wow; but then fuckface Riko appears, fuck him 5ever; “Renee was sitting sideways in Andrew’s lap, one foot braced against the ground to keep him from shoving her off”; Neil insults Riko on national television because “his temper couldn’t stomach any more of Riko’s cruelty”; Neil is actually afraid of Riko a little/lot because “Riko had the same stare that his father did: he looked at Neil and saw only flesh that knew how to bleed”; Andrew puts himself between Riko and Neil <3; back at home Andrew punches through his window; “Oh Neil, as unpredictable as he is unreal” wow Andrew you’re falling in love already aren’t you??; “running was only an option when no one was looking” & “You gave your game to Kevin. Give your back to me.”; Columbia: “Let Andrew buy you things if he wants to. He’s not usually the gift-giving type.” & “You’re one of us, which means we’ll never push you farther than you’re willing to go.” ; Andrew disappears for 30 minutes (so he goes and does the do with Roland in the back room!!!); Wymack calls with the news about Seth’s overdose (Andrew, Kevin, and Neil have too much chill about this news “keep up with the conversation” “what about the lineup” “that apathy doesn’t bode well for your sanity”); Andrew gives Neil the key

-end of book 1-

Book 1 covers 18 specific days days and spans ~5months

so @coldsaturn @glenflower and @unidentified-flying-outrage here’s the first draft!

Can I share a story with you, please?

My name is Danyell. And in 2004, I met a girl named Simone. At the time, we met in an Inuyasha roleplay chatroom and for a very long time I was told she was actually a boy named Michael. We were good friends, for two years, losing contact at one point when my grandma died and I shut myself out of the rest of the world. When I decided to try to go back to high school, after weeks of an unhealthy way of grieving(losing your hero as a kid, it’s unexpectedly hard on any developing teenager). We began speaking again, and the first time I saw an actual picture of her, I was in the middle of class. And I fell right out of my chair. Scared the hell out of my best friend sitting next to me, but I was so attracted to her I lost my center of gravity. 

On June 18, 2007, we began dating. For the next year, we carried on as Dany & Michael. Long distance relationship, living together only via texts and emails and webcam chats. On our one year anniversary, she broke down and told me the truth about her gender. And at the time, as a straight kid, I coped with it. My mind and body broke through the narrow spectrum I’d been forced to live in, in such a conservative place. And I accepted her for who she was, and we continued dating. We met for the first time face to face in the summer of 2009. God, I opened that hotel room door to meet her and seeing her face just inches from mine was the most magical moment of my life, at the time.

We spent two beautiful days together, our first night ending in a movie date. She actually saw me cry, because we saw Transformers 2. Fuck yeah I cry over giant robots, man. Anyway. Our second day together, we spent all day in a parking lot in her car, watching movies on an old ipod. Her parents, completely unaware of my existence. During the evening, she took me to a park with a lake in it. And I took off my sweatshirt, which was something I did NOT do. I had an eating disorder, I felt ugly, like skin and bones and I was so disgusted with myself. But she touched my arm, and told me I was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. That second night, we kissed. My first kiss. Hell, my first real love enough for me to reach out and give her that physical interaction. 

I left the next day, depressed but we kept dating and three years later I came back to Springfield to meet her again. I stayed for a week. And during that week, she became the first person I’d let have all of me, body and soul. Heart and mind. In that week, personal face to face contact after so many years of very interpersonal writing in texts and emails, both of us knew. We were meant for each other. And again, several years later, I moved here to Springfield. I have spent the last four years with Simone.

We have celebrated every holiday, every anniversary, every breath and every fucking heartbeat with each other. And when I say that, I mean it. Every moment we were away from work, we were together. We shared stupid jokes, we had our favorite meals, we laughed like the rest of the world was so mundane and there was only us. We watched couples come and go, seeing them bicker and fight and break up. But Simone and I knew each other on that.. Mental level, after years of writing to each other our deepest secrets and feelings. We just didn’t have that part of our hearts that were dark to each other. 

April 12, 2014, Simone asked me to be her wife. I accepted. And we had plans to get married on Halloween of this year, but put it off last minute.

Simone was admitted into the hospital on November 9, 2016.
Simone was sedated to keep her breathing on November 10, 2016.
Simone died, November 11, 2016.

Simone was an alcoholic. Simone drank herself to death. I will absolutely not go into her addiction, just that I do not blame my grief on her. I do not blame my sorrow on her. And I will never, ever be angry with her. 

I just wanted the rest of you to understand, to know, to possibly grasp in even the smallest way that she and I loved each other with passion, fierceness, forgiveness, and such raw and powerful emotions that I want the rest of you to feel with your spouses. With that said; Fucking love them. Fucking hold them. Fucking tell them that they are their world. You could go from seeing them, kissing them, holding them, laughing with them, to wiping the dripping blood from their mouth as they die before you have time to blink.

I will always, always be the Kagome to her Inuyasha. Always.

anonymous asked:

I was just looking at Yana Toboso's official website, and then I saw the date. 2006. 6. 6. Three is 666. What the chances? I'm honestly surprised!

Yes, her former website (”Devil’s 6th”) opened back in 2006.6.6. and her new website (”Yana Toboso Official”) opened in 2016.6.6. :D

I got up to make myself top ramen for the first time in years. I checked the expiration date for the one packet I found at the back of the cabinet, and it expired in 2006. We moved into this house in 2013. I don’t know if I want top ramen anymore.

okay so I’m going through a tfc reread and one of the dates mentioned is friday, the 12th of may and lo and behold that was back in 2006 (which I think is around the time nora sakavic started writing the series?) and I’m making high keening noises at mid-2000s foxes:

  • unholy trinity kandreil interactions set to music from unholy trinity p!atd/mcr/fob (plus kevin/riko feat thnks fr th mmrs)
  • kandrew/andreil shipping wars with copious amounts of fanvids to “every time we touch” by cascada in the background a la zutara and kataang
  • renee as an ex-scene kid
  • nicky swearing up and down that TWILIGHT IS GOING TO BE SUPER BIG YOU GUYS JUST WAIT AND SEE
  • no one believed him (sparklepires??) except renee
  • 2008 happens GUESS WHO WINS A LOT OF MONEY
  • matt would unironically love the tyra show
  • I think dan would be into friday night lights
  • allison has a love/hate relationship with the simple life
  • thin brows
  • low-rise jeans with thongs peaking out
  • super straightened hair and razor cuts
  • neil dresses like ron stoppable
  • I choose to believe andrew unironically enjoys pimp my ride
  • I completely missed aaron
  • what happened to that alex evans kid whose pictures used to be everywhere anyway nicky assures neil he’s cuter
  • neil doesn’t know who he is
  • I missed so many things but that’s all I remember at the moment
  • basically the foxes being even bigger hot messes than they already are


I’ve been wanting to write some Destiel FOREVER, and their seven year anniversary seemed like a good excuse :-D

Pic set by me, I don’t own the images.

(27snowflakes, talkdrarrytome  and destieldrabblesdaily I feel like you might appreciate this :-D)

1.7K words.  No smut.  Post Season 10 spoilers (seriously, don’t look if you’re not up to date!!!)



   Dean carried a lot of dates around with him.  

  November 2nd 1983.  That was the day old yellow eyes had seen fit to burn Mary Winchester and turned the rest of her family’s lives into walking car wrecks.  17th May 2007.  That was the day that son of a bitch went back to hell where he belonged.  

  28th September 2006.  2nd December 2012.  3rd December 2013.  6th May 2015.  Dad.  Bobby.  Kevin.  Charlie.

  The dates he had knocking about mostly heralded ends for Dean, days when people left him and Sam.  He’d stopped counting the times him and Sam had left each other.  

  But September 18th actually represented something starting for a God damn change, and the end of the worst crap Dean had had to endure in is whole miserable life.  Growing up as a hunter, there wasn’t a whole lot left to surprise Dean in this world, but on September 18th 2008 he’d learned that angels were real.  That he owed his salvation to an angel named Castiel in an old beige trench coat and cornflower blue tie.  

  September 18th 2015 brought with it a different kind of salvation, and saw Dean standing over the unconscious form of Castiel as he rested after him and Sam had ripped out that crap Rowena had shoved in his brain.  Cas was broken, but he was always broken.  He was safe and he was himself again, and Dean really couldn’t give a rat’s ass about anything else right then.  

  He sat on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on Cas’ shoulder, about the spot where Dean himself had once had a handprint seared into his flesh.  Cas’ hand.  Cas, like Sam, had left him too many times, and right then he was feeling dizzy with the knowledge that he’d once again dodged a friggin bullet.  

  The bunker was quiet.  Sam had gone out to get supplies, so it was just the two of them, and Dean took a shuddery breath against the lump in his throat as he thought about what he wanted to finally say to Castiel, Angel of the Lord.  

  “Man,” he growled, feeling the wetness prick at his eyes that he angrily blinked away. “Enough okay.  Enough of this crap Cas.  I’m tired, I’m so frickin tired and I can’t…I can’t keep my mouth shut anymore, alright?”

  He raised his eyebrows challengingly at the sleeping Cas, and was irrationally pleased when he didn’t get any protests.  

  “I-” he stuttered before his voice caught and he faltered.  “I need you, okay?  I need you around, so we can start by you stopping taking off all the damn time, capisce?”  He nodded at Cas’ peaceful form, happy to be laying down some new terms after all this time. “Right.  Good.  And I just…” He swallowed, and rubbed his fingers lightly against the cotton of Cas’ white shirt.  Dean had taken his tie off and undone the top couple of buttons for him when he’d dropped his heavy ass here a few hours ago, so he wouldn’t choke himself, but now there was a tantalising hint of skin on show around his clavicles, and Dean squeezed his eyes shut in a frustration so deep he felt it clutching at this heart.  

  “You’re here,” he reassured himself out loud.   “You’re here and you’re you.  You’ve got your memories and your grace and you’re the same annoying asshole that I’ve come to…that I…”

  He was a coward.  A God damn coward.  He couldn’t even say the friggin word out loud.  


  His eyes snapped open in shock followed by a horror that slid through him like a sheet of ice.  Cas had his eyes open too, their piercing blue fixed on Dean’s face, the rest of his body unmoved and still cradled by the mattress and pillows and comforter.  

  Dean cleared his throat awkwardly.  Jesus, how much had he heard?  “Bout time your lazy ass woke up,” he joked, trying to gloss over the moment.  “What, you think some witch’s whammy’ll get you out of doing any real work?”

  Cas didn’t flinch, he just studied Dean with those friggin glacier eyes.  “You were telling me you loved me, but you thought I was asleep?” he said in that gravelly voice of his.  It was a question, but he made it sound like a statement like usual, the bastard.  

  “Of course I love you man,” Dean quipped with a shrug and a smirk.  “You’re part of the team, so, yeah, quit tryna die on us and stuff.”  

  Somehow, he’d managed to miss up until this point that his hand was still resting on the upper part of Cas’ arm.  He jerked away like he realised he was being burned, but even faster Cas’ own hand shot out and seized him in an iron grip.  “Don’t,” he said.

  “Don’t what?”  Dean shot back defensively.

  “Try and retract what you just said.”

  Dean swallowed, panic welling up in him.  He couldn’t do this.  “I didn’t say anything,” he laughed.  “You were looking all cute and vulnerable and I just thought I’d tell you to stop being a jerk whilst you couldn’t fight back.”

  Cas’ hold on his wrist remained, but he used his other hand to sit himself up and move closer to Dean.  

  “I believe,” Cas said, looking down at their hands.  “I have a confession of my own.”

  Dean’s felt his skin erupt in goose flesh and he tried to pull away.  “I wasn’t confessing anything,” he snapped angrily. But that just made Cas grip tighter.

  “It was always about saving just one human,” he said, raising his eyes, and Dean suddenly felt paralysed.  

  “You ran.  Heaven,” Dean argued firmly.  “There were actual wars.”  

  Cas merely tilted his head.  “You think any of that compares?”

  Nope. Dean was not dealing with this. “With what?” he spat.  “Me?  Are you kidding, Cas, don’t be a dick okay?”

  He moved his free hand with even faster speed than before, seizing the back of Dean’s neck and glaring into his eyes with the ferocity of the god he once was. “You want me to stop abandoning you?” he rumbled, jaw clenched.  “Then you have to stop lying.  I’ve been patient Dean, but I’m not sure-” He grimaced and turned away, his fingers curling into the soft bristle of Dean’s hair.  “I’m not sure the human part of me can bear this any longer.  Do you or do not love me.”

  Dean’s inside’s felt like liquid nitrogen.  “I just said,” he fumbled, trying to pull away.  “You’re family, of course-”

  The hand in his hair jerked involuntarily and Dean snapped up to see the pain, the god damn tears on Castiel’s face.  “Do you,” he forced out.  “Or do you not love me the way I love you Dean Winchester?”

  The lump in his throat felt like a golf ball.  “How do you love me?” he managed to rasp.  

  “Like you’re the end of creation,” Cas said without any hesitation.  “And I’ve finally found my peace.”  

  Well he had nothing for that.  

  He just stared.  That’s how he felt?  That’s what this off-beat, incredulous odd-ball thought of a jackass like him? He stared some more.

  He realised his face was wet, when had that happened?  He blinked and tried to form some words, any words.  How did he feel about Cas?  What had he been stumbling over before he realised he had an audience?

  “Cas,” he managed eventually.  “You’re…everything.”  He dropped his forehead onto Cas’ and wrapped his other hand around the other side of Cas’ body.  “And I’m,” he tripped, but he grit his teeth and ploughed ahead.  “I ain’t loosing you again, okay?  I’m done.”

  He felt Cas sigh, and his hands travelled from his neck and his wrist to his waist. “You always had me,” he said in exasperation.  “So how about you finally claim me?”

  Dean leaned back a little and studied him fearfully.  This was it, there was no going back if he did this.  But then he felt like maybe he finally understood. That perhaps, there had been no going back as of that moment in the barn seven years ago.  That Dean’s life had changed the moment an angel had taken it upon himself to yank him from the pit and the follow him back down to Earth.  

  He didn’t know how to explain it – he knew Cas looked like a man – he was a man – but he was more than that too.  There was something inhuman inside him, and Dean didn’t know what that said about his sexual preferences, but he was beginning to realise that that didn’t matter.  What mattered was how complete he felt whenever he managed to convince this jackass to stick around for more than five God damn minutes.  But that was suddenly compounded about a thousand per cent right now, because he was finally touching Cas in a way he’d never been brave enough to before.

  “You want me to claim you?” he breathed, eyes unable to raise above Cas’ mouth. They were so close, Dean could feel his breath ghosting over his skin.  He wanted to do something, anything, before the magic between them broke and he friggin lost it again, but he didn’t seem to be able to move.

  “Please,” he saw Cas’ lips speak.  “Please Dean, I’m…I’m right here.”

  So he stopped thinking and worrying, and just did the most obvious thing he could think of.  He closed the gap between them, and kissed Cas firmly on the mouth.

  He was an idiot.  How many years had he wasted when he could have been doing this?  It was like being hit by lightning, or so he assumed.  His whole body lit up as he melted into Cas’ form, wrapping his arms around him and bringing them even closer together.  He parted his lips gently, allowing Cas to deepen the kiss, drawing them in further, dragging them further down into each other. They were entwined, one whole combined, like they had always been meant to exist.  There would be no Dean without Cas, and no Cas without Dean, and he was finally able to admit to himself that that wasn’t a world he could live in anyway. He needed this like air.  

  “Cas,” he breathed, his breath hitching with emotion.  

  But Cas shook his head and kissed him again, coaxing him down to the bed so he could cradle him in his arms.  “I’m right here Dean,” he said stroking his hair, their legs tangled together.  “And I’m not going anywhere.  I promise.”  


Ryan is a furry.

Okay so hear me out. I’m going to put together some evidence to show our RyRo is actually a furry. 

Lets start with the basics a furry is a subgroup of science fiction and fantasy fans who focus on cartoon animals, anthropomorphic animals, or human-animal hybrids. They do not want to have sex with animals. 

This is the earliest photo I have found of Ryan in  a full fursuit - Taken around 2006! It was for a video by Gym Class Heros- Ryan had to willining wear this outfit. In a interview/BTS he said he wanted to keep the outfit because he liked it. 

As you can see Ryan likes to wear rabbit ears! Many furries start out with small things like this. Rabbit/cat/dog ears + tails, these were taken back in 2007/8 - the beginning of Ryan becoming a furry. 

This is the next photo in a timeline. This was around Pretty Odd era -actual date of photo unknown.- He is in a fox outfit complete with a tail. Yes this is a step up from the rabbit ears. Many furries change their fursona (refers to a (normally furry), character, persona, alter ego, avatar, or identity assumed by a person or player normally associated with the furry fandom.) Changes at the beginning to something they’re more comfortable with. At this time Ryan still hasn’t found his fursona. 

Here is a more recent photo of him in a sloth suit. As you can tell it is a more of a real fursuit - meaning Ryan is become more comfortable with who he is. But from another photo it shows one of his friends wearing the same suit. 

Here Ryan is wearing a different suit and his friend can be seen either wearing the sloth outfit or one similar. Does this mean Ryan has found furry friends? People who support him? We know for the past several halloweens Ryan has dressed in several full body fur outfits. Are his new friends supportive of this? If so is he going to dive deeper into the life style? 

Also he has many pets, Hobo, Captain Knots, Dottie, furries have often said they prefer the company of animals to humans. Is Ryan trying to tell us something? He has always been socially awkward, quiet, kept to himself - as seen in interviews, given his fursona and how many other furries have said - since taking up the lifestyle as a hobby or a full time thing they have felt more comfortable in themselves and around people. We can see Ryan has opened up more- He seems happier in photos, outgoing, seen in more and more snapchat stories, showing he is more confident - something that comes along with this hobby many people have found out. 

So in conclusion - Ryan is confirmed furry. 

Maybe Ryan is a furry because Brendon was an animal in bed

Dear Taylor ( taylorswift ), My name is Julia Love. I’ve been by your side since I first heard the first single “Tim McGraw” back in 2006, I was 12 years old then & I fell in love with that SONG. I knew then that you were gonna go places. I dont know how to explain it.. I just knew I had to go buy your album RIGHT AWAY– but it wasn’t out yet!!! Ugh Life was so unfair then, haha. ;) I had to wait what felt like forever. When I found out the date I begged my mom to take me to the store to buy your debut album the day of if I saved enough money, I did. I listened to the album right away which btw it had me in this weird pure silence, bliss, I remember every note you sang spoke to me. I felt the emotions. The album made me cried, laugh. Just like all the records after it. Taylor you have always felt like I friend to me because you have always been there for me.. Through the good and the bad– I not only connected to you through your music but I always felt like because of social media I was able to get to know you as a person. I remember looking forward to your MySpace blogs and vlogs. Trying to get you to notice me. Now that times have changed– you follow me on tumblr WHICH IS CRAZY. I find myself looking forward to your witty tumblr post. You kill me. I love that you never changed yet you grew up and continue to inspire and be there for me. The photo above is a edit I made. It has.. a screenshot of you singing “Should Have Said No” at the concert I attended but was to young to realize I should have brought a camera. :( It also has my ticket – Aug 29th 2008! You opened up for Rascal Flatts (one of my favs!) The moment I heard Gary say he invited YOU on tour with him I knew I had to go!!!! so I saved up all my money and bought two lawn tickets and had a blast aside from the drunks in crowed pushing .. :( But I here Riverbend is better now so that’s good! That almost ruined my night but then you made me feel better seeing the cute little video edit you made while Rascal Flatts sang My Wish – that was adorable idk if you rememeber but I sure do! I can’t believe how much time has past…. Where did the time go??? Its safe to say I will forever be by your side. I’ll continue to look up to you. And hopefully someday get to introduce myself to the lady who I still see as the curly haired 16 year old who was fearless and inspired me, told me that all I had to be her friend was like her and listen ;) that she loved me for listening to her music. You where always there for me when life got tough and are still here for me today. You have no idea how much that really means to me.I can’t even find the words to express it to you. Just know, I will never leave you ❤ I’ll stand by your side. Forever. Love Love Love Your friend. Julia 😘

It’s past midnight and it’s my dad’s birthday today. He would be one year off 70. Candles at this age quite the fire hazard. 

I don’t have pictures to share or birthday memories. I just feel sad, which is fine and normal and all of that. But I was reading back through some of our old emails (I deleted many of them as I grew up, but thankfully not all) and I found this one from 2006: 

The Killers, of course! I’d saved up but finding tickets was impossible (they later added another date).

Very grateful to have had a father, to have been loved by him, to love him (and fight with him), and – even if I wasn’t back then – to have someone who spent half an hour trying to secure tickets for me while I was at school. It’s not about the tickets, of course. It’s about the time. I miss the time exchange.

Back in 2006 I bought a really nice leather jacket from the thrift store and when I stuffed my hand into the pocket I found a wad of papers all dated from january-may 1992 that included a bail bond receipt, court papers, a cab coupon and receipt, directions to an equestrian center drawn on the back of a local blues band concert schedule, and a grocery receipt from vons.

the penal codes on the bail receipt indicate some sort of driving offense and false identification provided 

i kept all this stuff in the pocket all these years because there is some kind of wild life story in here and I would hate to separate them

i hope the dude’s doing okay wherever he is though

Lisa Nowak lived a life many people would see as “living the dream”. Nowak was an astronaut with NASA and a Captain in the United States Navy. She had married her college sweetheart and had three children with him. Despite this seemingly happy life, around 2004 Lisa began seeing fellow astronaut William Oefelein. The relationship was more romantic on Lisa’s side than on William’s and in 2006 when William decided to break off the affair and begin dating Colleen Shipman, Lisa Nowak snapped.

On February 4, 2007, Lisa packed a black wig, a trench coat, and some pepper spray among other items into her car and began driving from Houston, Texas to Orlando, Florida. In some reports it has been alleged that Lisa Nowak even wore a diaper so she wouldn’t have to stop along the way. Nowak knew Shipman would be arriving back at the airport from seeing Oefelein that day, so she went to the airport baggage claim and waited. When Shipman didn’t show up where Nowak had intended, she headed out to the parking lot and found her getting into her car. Shipman quickly locked her doors as a frantic Nowak attempted to open the doors, shouting about how she just needed a ride. When Shipman rolled her window down a little to hear what Nowak was saying, Nowak sprayed the pepper spray she’d brought into the car. Shipman sped off and stopped at a parking lot booth to call police. Lisa Nowak was arrested almost immediately.

In 2009, Nowak pleaded guilty at trial and was sentenced to time served and a year of probation. In 2011, the United States Navy gave her a less than honorable discharge and lowered her rank to Commander. In the time since the incident, William Oefelein and Colleen Shipman have married.

March 15th: This Day in Bones History

March 15th, 2006: Two Bodies in the Lab

Brennan is almost shot on the way to a blind date, and it turns out the shooter is possibly connected to a mob murder the team is investigating at the lab. Booth partners with SA Jamie Kenton on the case. Booth wants Brennan to have 24 hour surveillance, so he goes to her apartment, where he’s blown back by an explosive in her fridge. While he’s in the hospital, Kenton captures Brennan and intends to kill her, but Booth busts out of the hospital (with help from Hodgins) and makes it there just in time.


Country Women with impact: Taylor Swift

As a young singer songwriter in country music, she’s [Taylor] the one to look up to. She was a trailblazer for the rest of us. The fact that she was listening to my music is a really big deal to me. Girls need positive girls - Kelsea Ballerini.

Taylor Swift is a household name at this point. Back in 2006, she was just another singer looking to make it big. She chose country music to begin in, later changing over to pop music in 2015. Her first album, “Taylor Swift” sold six million copies. “Fearless”, her second album sold nine million copies and was the best selling album in 2009. She started off with “Tim McGraw” as her first single, but her best known single is probably “Love Story”, having gone Platinum eight times. To date, she has sold 27.67 million albums in the US. This makes her seventh-largest selling female artist in terms of album sales. Since the Dixie Chicks, Taylor was one of the biggest stars in country music to make an impact outside of country music. She is hugely popular not just in the US but world-wide.