The fate of the soba restaurant boils down to the part-timers NEETs’ hand!?
Gather all the chopstick wrappers for the new [ Galatic Restaurant Vol.1 Event ], following immediately after the Drag Queen Event on June 30th, 5:00 EST! What does it mean by Vol.1, will there be more? Are they really wearing those shoes in space? When will Jyushimatsu’s hands get justice? Nobody knows. Find out in the next event! Perhaps, Totoko will sing Interstellar Flight!
It’s the little things, he’s decided, that he likes most about her.
It’s the way the she greeted him this morning when he picked her up for their drive to check out a case in Connecticut, coffee in hand. She knows exactly how he takes it, how much room to leave and, subsequently, how much milk to add. The temperature he prefers. And as she slid into the car, handing over a travel mug, one that resides in her apartment specifically for him, a gratifying smile accompanied her.
Her smile is contagious, he has no doubt about it. The way her plump pink lips curl slightly at the corners. And when, on the rare occasions, he catches a glimpse of her teeth, stark white in contrast to the color they hide behind, he loses cognitive function. He melts. She doesn’t smile enough, which, in retrospect, is better for his sanity. But lately, she has been smiling more. He hopes, selfishly, that she smiles for no reason other than she simply likes this journey that they’re on, whatever it may be. That they simply spend time together.
It’s the face she makes when she’s reading a map, absorbed. Her posture is perfectly square in the passenger seat. So much concentration etched in the subtle wrinkles that fall above her brow. The tip of her tongue grazing the expanse of her lips. Her delicate fingers, fingers that pull triggers and make Y-incisions and fold over each other in prayer and occasionally tangle with his, tracing the lines of the highways as she follows the pattern of their route.
It’s the way she fidgets with the cross around her neck. Especially when she’s hunched over files that are spread on a motel bed. It’s as if she uses her cross to help her focus, to recenter her thoughts. She touches her cross, and he thinks she comes back to reality. And he likes that her faith wavers at times; it makes her more human.
It’s the rhythm they fall into as soon as they take their places in the car. She had complained recently about not getting to drive more often, and he, regrettably, made a comment at the expense of her height. But if he’s being honest, he likes when he drives and she rides next to him. There’s something about their ability to navigate like this. It’s familiar, like they’ve been doing it their whole lives.
It’s the way she says his name. “Mulder.” He’s heard it thousands of times, but never quite like how she says it. It’s why she’s the only one who calls him “Mulder” on a regular basis. He had told her that everyone called him Mulder, but truthfully, he was fine with “Fox.” Until he met her. Until she said “Agent Mulder” and eventually just “Mulder” enough that his name coming from her lips was like a breath of fresh air. A whisper of a prayer into the wind. It’s significance meant only for him. She says his name, and he feels whole.
And her mind. Oh, her mind deserves its own category of likeness. The way she spits paragraphs of medical jargon at him. The way she challenges and attempts to invalidate his theories with her sophisticated vocabulary. Sometimes he thinks he can actually see the logic of her brain, the wheels turning, the path it takes to substantiate her conclusions. Her mind is intoxicating. And he wants to know every inch of it.
He wonders what keeps her here, in this car right beside him. If it’s the same thing that’s keeping him here. For him, it’s more that just a quest for a missing sister, the proof of an alien civilization. It is something that he never expected. Since her, it is now more than the need for unrelenting justice and virtue, authentication of a government conspiracy. No, most importantly, their journey has become about finding themselves through finding each other.
He also wonders if his fondness of her is obvious. He knows that he doesn’t tell her enough, if at all, just how much he appreciates having her in his life. How their partnership, friendship, whatever it is, has given him new meaning. He thinks of the lives they’ve lost, the amount of times they’ve almost lost each other.
Just recently, he turned a gun so quickly on himself, yet held back with everything he had to protect her. He saw how shaken she was, by the ease of which he didn’t hesitate pulling the trigger on himself, the precision of which he had placed the gun at his temple, ensuring that had there been a bullet in that chamber, there would be no chance for survival. The single tear that escaped her lid, her anguished plea for him to fight the mind control. It was if something inside him clicked. The potential that he could mean as much to her as she does to him. And later, he knew by the desperate grasp of her hand in his at the bedside of their latest demon that he had miscalculated how much the notion of his death could affect her.
He’s done everything in his power to make sure she doesn’t know the depths of his feelings for her. He wonders if she can see right through him anyway.
He takes a mental picture of her as they cross over into New York, more than halfway through their drive, surrounded by the waters below the George Washington Bridge. He could see her in New York, the hustle and bustle of big-city life, constantly encompassed by civilization. A life she would thrive in, and one where he would suffocate. But he doesn’t really want her to be here, if it means he won’t be able to see her every day.
He loves her, of that he knows for certain. But he will never voice it. He vows to never let that love become lust, to never be in love with her. Because having only just a part of her is better than having none of her.
So he lets the tires of the car continue to spin, and he dreads the moment they have to stop.
Dont buy a new car ever. As a former CPF the biggest waste of money young people make are buying cars new.
used to work for UBS as a CFP before i went to pharmacy school and i
used to handle a lot of younger accounts between the ages of 25-35.
Never ever buy a car new. Its the single worst money mistake anyone can make.
The reasons are that new cars have a huge depreciation upon purchase.
90% of the time a car is purchased brand new you are already upside
down since its a depreciating asset. I cant tell you how many kids i
have seen that make 50k a year and are drowning due to a $500 a month
car payment, thats about 32k financed at 72 months.
Cars only take you from point A-B. There is literally no point
financially in buying a fancy new BMW or Mercedes. I always recommend
buying something under 20k that is a CPO. You can find amazing deals on
1-2 year old cars with full warranty in that price range.
The only issues with buying used is that you will pay a slightly
higher interest rate but that will not be an issue. Another note is
even if they offer you a 0% interest rate its still usually a bad deal.
For example a new chevrolet malibu is around 30k new. it was being
offered at a 0% interest rate for 60 months. currently you can buy a
2014 malibu for around 11k if you where to take the payments on that
malibu even at 0% you would still be upside down on the car and owe more
than its worth in only 3 years.
Here is some math to explain my point. You can buy a 3 year old
Malibu every 3 years for 9 years and still be way better of financially.
The reason is that when you go to sell the malibu in 3 years time you
may get 7-8k for it when you go and sell the new malibu it would only be
worth 11k in 3 years. You can see how the money adds up drastically in 9
years time of buying and selling new versus used. your total used cost
would be less than what you would lose when selling a new Malibu 1 time.
Here are the reasons why this is.
When buying a car used you also dont take as much as a depreciation
hit when reselling a car. For instance when buying a car for $10k the
depreciation on the car is almost terminal and it will maybe lose 5-10%
of its value per year compared to a new car that can take a 20-30%
depreciation per year. For a 40k car that can be a huge hit financially.
The cheaper the car the less deprecation will effect it per year.
Hopefully this can paint a picture for anyone looking to buy a car in
the future. This should be common knowledge but many people dont look
at things with the future in mind.
people are misinterpreting my post. This is purely from a financial
standpoint. From a finance perspective buying new is a terrible
investment. I am only looking at it from a financial side were you can
use the funds saved and apply them to a 401k, RothIRA or house all of
those can be considered appreciating assets. Of course there are
exemption and not everyone is in the same boat financially. Buying new
can sometimes make sense from a business perspective for tax reasons or
high use as well as buying new under 15k.
Do you ever miss someone you never really were with or that close to? But they are gone and you miss all the potential and you find yourself thinking “how can you miss what you never had?” and retro-reminiscing about what could have been?
i need $45 to buy medicine for my dog otherwise she scratches and bites herself until she bleeds, at that point she’ll end up in a cone, she’s terrified of cones due to her old owners abusing her using them.
If you can donate, here’s paypal paypal.me/scamanders
If you can’t, please reblog, she’s already biting and scratching nonstop