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Do You Believe?

“Do You Believe?”

Do you believe in waiting for someone
Who you know you’ll be with forever?
Do you compete to not be outdone
By the ones who always do better?

Do you have the perseverance to climb
Higher than the highest plains?
Can you lend an extra eye for the blind
Who accidentally boarded the wrong plane?

Can you stand up for the ones who are
Being harassed by those with fail
To realize that life enough is hard
And so we should gather together and prevail?

Can you see beyond the hills?
The trees? The forests? The sky?
Can you find a way to muster the will
To lie to me with honest eyes?

Can you tell me your deepest secrets?
The ones you won’t share with anyone else
Can you tell me all your regrets
Without losing the happiness you felt?

Do you stay awake at night and cry
Thinking of the people you miss?
Is there a way you can dry your eyes
So the images will cease to exist?

Do you believe true love is real
And it can be felt by the beating in our chests?
Can true love honestly heal
All of our woes until we take our final rest?

Do you lend a helping hand
To those who are less fortunate than you?
Can you go a day without demands
That others could not possibly do?

Do you believe we all have a spotlight
Where we can shine like the stars in skies?
Can our bulbs really burn bright
Enough to allow us to  try? 

Do you think about me
Or at least the person behind these rhymes?
Can you realize I am a human being
Who is running out of time?

Do you believe in the solutions
Or answers to these questions?
Is everything you see an illusion
Or a fabrication for this session?

anonymous asked:

Can you do the boys’s reaction (Eldarya) to themselves referring to you as their wife during a mission, (they meet important people at a ceremony held in their honor and refers you as their wife without realizing during the greetings). You guys aren’t a thing and he doesn’t know if you love him back but it came out by itself so you guys are forced to act like husband and wife for the night and he uses the excuse that “they might notice his lie” to keep your hand in his as you both visit the area

Finally got this done! I’ve spent more time than I should’ve writing this but I didn’t feel like compromising on quality just so I could get this out quickly(it does mean I’m kinda behind though… I’m really sorry everyone!).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy these headcanons, Anon!


  • Is super embarrassed, like, how could he make such an mortifying mistake?!
  • There’s not much he can do to correct it without looking a fool unfortunately, and he’s forced to beg ask you to play along for the sake of his image.
  • Halfway through the night, he finds himself enjoying the results of his little blunder a lot more than he ought to, holding your hand tight while helping you spin some yarn about your honeymoon to a nosey countess.
  • As much as he’s enjoying himself, Ez also feels a tad depressed knowing that this closeness, no matter how fake, can’t last and after the visit the status quo will be returned.
  • It’s not a pleasant thought for him, and mars his evening a little, but the warmth of your hand in his reminds him that the pain later is worth the joy now.


  • To be honest, neither you or he are certain he didn’t do it on purpose because he takes to the situation so well, it just can’t have been a blunder.
  • Like, he doesn’t even pause when he makes the mistake, just moving right along in the introductions and playing the part of a doting husband to a T even though in his mind he’s still flabbergasted that he of all people could make such an colossal error.
  • Still, it’s not as if it’s a costly mistake, if anything it’s more a happy accident since he gets to spend the evening hand in hand with you and there’s no way in hell he isn’t going to milk this situation for all it’s worth.
  • And he does, using the situation as a chance at your heart, all his charms used in an direct offensive, causing many people to comment on how your ‘husband’ seemed to still be courting you.


  • Doesn’t actually realise he’s made a mistake until he catches your eye and sees your stunned expression,and then he realises what he’s said and he’s embarrased.
  • Val always has a pretty firm grip on his words, so slip-ups are pretty uncommon for him so the gaffe catches him off-guard for a moment.
  • He manages to recover relatively quickly, smoothing over his goof by slipping his hand in yours, cleverly using the mission as an excuse for his unusual behaviour.
  • Though he was stiff in the beginning, the nervousness of holding your hand tensing him up, Valkyon manages to loosen up bit by bit as the evening goes on, relaxing to the point where he actually feels brave enough to press a quick kiss to your knuckles, a small smile on his face.

A visual representation of herd immunity AKA why it’s important for everyone who can get vaccinated should get vaccinated AKA why the argument of “why do you care if I don’t get vaccinated? If you’re vaccinated you won’t get sick!” Is shit.

Here’s the thing; think about diseases as a book at a library. Everyone who reads the book changes a single letter. Enough people read the book to change words, sentecnes, paragraphs, and eventually the first readers don’t know the story.

That’s how diseases transform and adapt from person to person, and with low heard immunity the inoculated community become vulnerable to new, slightly different forms of diseases they were protected against.


anonymous asked:

Do you agree with the advice often given to aspiring screenwriters that one most choose to specialize in either drama or comedy (never both) in order to be taken seriously in the industry?

It’s a little more complicated than that, I think. The most important thing when you’re starting out is to find your “brand” so that people know what kind of writer you are. Whether that’s wacky comedies, or heartfelt indie dramas, or fast-paced cyber thrillers.

If you’re writing pilots, I don’t think you necessarily need to limit yourself to either half-hour or hour pilots, but you should keep in mind your brand. At this point, half-hour and hour are just words that don’t necessarily tell you much about the tone of the series. GIRLS has more in common with many hour-long pilots than it does with, say, MODERN FAMILY.

But if your question is, can I write a serious character study slice-of-life drama one minute, and a big, broad, frothy comedy the next, then it’s going to be really tough to tell people what kind of writer you are. You’re better off starting off with one kind of brand and then branching out once you have representation and are a little more successful.

anonymous asked:

Evak fans are the most annoying species I have ever met during my tumblr experience. For real. We all went through this season with the evaks bombarding the tag with "Sana should just talk to isak and even", not mention how there are still people that would have preferred even as main. THE DUDE ALREADY GOT A SEASON, stop whining about how we should know more about his mental illness when all you want is more Evak. Yes, to answer you, isak and even fans ruined skam.

hmmm i know that i won’t change your mind but i want to say some things:

1. people wanted sana to talk to isak and even because she was feeling alone, and girls didn’t even notice it. so of course people want it, because these boys have kind hearts.

2. and i’m sorry what’s wrong that some people wanted even as the main? yes sana is important, but even is important too. and not because of evak, but because of his own story. also people wanted it even more after julie let other people told his story. 
and please don’t tell me and other people that we care more about evak and not about mental illness. even is everything to me and i relate to him even more than i wanted to. please don’t be rude and ignorant. you can’t know what people think and feel.

and sorry you just told me how much you hate them but didn’t answer why they ruined skam.

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend has a daddy/son ‘fetish’ and at first I thought he just liked me calling him daddy but I recently realized it’s more than that. The other day I got to his apartment from work and he started role playing that I was coming home from school. Part of me doesn’t want to kink-shame him but the other part of me is disturbed and I don’t know if I should be honest or how I should even feel tbh.

I’d definitely say something.

First, it’s always important to have open lines of communication with your partner. Sex is meant to be fun and enjoyable for all parties involved. If something is making you uncomfortable I feel like you sorta have an obligation to say so.

Besides that though, I don’t wanna sound like I’m trashing your boyfriend, but there’s a lot wrong with what you described. First and foremost, he seems to have sexual fantasies involving minors. Like I know some people say there’s a difference between a fantasy and actually doing something, but to me that’s a difference without a distinction. I personally think that fantasizing about having sex with a school-age person is…. fucked? Plus, even if it really just is a matter of fantasy for some people, how are you ever really sure if they’re the type who just thinks about it or the type who’d actually do it given the chance? Personally, I’d err on the side of caution and run, but that’s me. The other thing too is, it’s sorta fucked up to just drop you into this weird sexual situation out of the blue. Kinks and stuff can be fun, but you definitely need to talk about it with your partner first and gauge how into it they are. I think it’s shows a pretty deep lack of regard for you as a partner if he just sprung it on you.

Overall, I for sure think you should talk about it, but I also think you should reevaluate your relationship. Maybe it’s that I had my own run ins with older guys who’d seek me out when I was younger specifically because of my age that makes me sorta sensitive to this stuff, but I honestly don’t think I could ever trust a guy who expressed those sort of ideas to me.

anonymous asked:

I have a personal question you don't have to answer. Are you out? I want to come out as trans (MTF) but idk how...

I’m out online and at school as well as to three or four church friends. I’m not out to my family. I was really lucky to have a lot of supportive people who love me still, a couple of them also trans. The best advice I have to give is to come out casually. The way I came out to my friends is I just said, “he, actually,” when one of my friends referred to me as a she. But that’s because I know my friends and know they wouldn’t make it into a big deal. In regards to family, it should be a bit more serious; maybe sit down with them and explain your gender and why it’s important they respect it. Also remember that you don’t have to come out to anyone you aren’t ready to tell.the

anonymous asked:

I am not bitter, I just have a different opinion than you, but apparently that's something you can't deal with.

I can’t deal with it? Ya ok, you’re the one complaining about something in my ask box. You should probably get over it, recognizing everything poc have done for our rights is so important. Especially the black part of the community! Our rights are literally because of a black trans woman. Know your history and get over it.. god forbid we give them credit 🙄😒

anonymous asked:

To rile you up? You did that all on your own babe hahahaha and no, you don't know my intention. You make it whatever you want it to be, but it was genuinely a curious question. You ask a question, you want to know more why they answer this way. You say you don't find it necessary, that makes me wonder why that's so since there are plenty of reasons? You explore the whys, you ask, you deduce. So no, you don't know my intention.

You’re still going on about this???

And yes, you did ask those questions to rile me up, don’t play the part that you didn’t intend for that to happen. I answered your question the first time, when you said “do you and your boyfriend have important synastry aspects?” and I politely said “I dunno! I don’t look into it :-) no need since we both know each other really well” It should’ve been left at that….? I didn’t ask you to explain more. I wasn’t curious to hear more of your thoughts. Then you sent a question asking me if I’m scared or afraid (which is just plain dumb). After I had already said I don’t look into synastry, you sent me a question “Really?” Uh….. Yeah. Really. I already answered that. You kept this going and therefore you did intend to get a reaction out of me - I don’t know why you’re acting like it was innocent curiosity. It wasn’t. I know innocent curiosity when I see it or hear it. You were just being a dumbass. And don’t condescendingly call me “babe” either.

I’d like to see your point of views but I can’t stick my head that far up my ass.

  • You are worthy even if you are disabled.
  • You are worthy even if you cannot work or hold a job
  • You are worthy even if you cannot support yourself.
  • You are worthy even if you cost your loved ones a lot of money because of your medical care
  • you are worthy even if you are homeless

How you are treated speaks to the people in power and their priorities, not your inherent worth as a human being. You are beautiful, special, and important & your life matters. I know you didn’t ask to be sick or disabled, and anything that happened bc of that is not your fault. I love you <3 

anonymous asked:

You do threaten me though. Your existence threatens my world because you exist in a grey area. You dye your hair unnatural colours and stretch out your earlobes to show that you do not conform, but all I feel when I see pictures of you is fear. Because you pretend to be tiny and cute but who you truly are...well, it doesn't exist, so you are not supposed to be who you are, and I am terrified by that. Do you think you are so important that people must pluralize your pronoun?

Okay, I hear you. So I don’t think you have any reason to be afraid of me– you can’t really control how you feel, but you can control how you think, so I’m going to try to reason with you point by point and let you know why I don’t think you should be afraid of me. All that I ask is that you read this with an open mind.

- I don’t dye my hair or stretch my ears as some sort of exercise of non-conformity– I just like the way it looks. It isn’t even really an act of non-conformity because the society, that I live in permits that type of self-expression– it’s allowed. I’m not breaking the law or anything.

- I really don’t know what to make of you suggesting that who I am doesn’t exist, or that I am something that I am not supposed to be. I don’t particularly believe in any sort of creator so I don’t know who exactly would be the authority on what I’m “supposed to be,” but I really don’t think that you’re the authority on who I should or shouldn’t be, because we’ve never met. Also, you claim that what I am doesn’t exist, but I really think you should tell that to all of the terrifying, like-minded people in my inbox that are asking me if it’s okay to express themselves the way that they want to. They’re afraid to act on their feelings, or in other words: they’re afraid to be themselves. I personally don’t think that there’s anything scary about them.

- Self-importance is kind of tough for any individual to avoid, because we can only really experience life in our own shoes. We have to prioritize ourselves to some extent or else we won’t take care of ourselves– which is exactly what I’m trying to do. So yeah, I guess I do think I’m kind of important… at least important enough to try and give myself as good of a life as I can, but I don’t really think that’s abnormal. I like to be referred to a specific way, because that’s what’s most comfortable for me. You wouldn’t want someone to call you the wrong name; I don’t want someone to refer to me using the wrong pronouns (Quick sidenote: when referring to a shadowy figure whose identity is concealed by a cloak and a mask you would describe their actions by saying something like “they reached for the doorknob,” because their gender is indeterminate; therefore, singular they/them pronouns exist).

Look, the main thing to focus on is that I really don’t mean you any harm– I truly don’t! I hope that you can go on to live a happy life. I just couldn’t leave this, because historically, nothing good ever comes from this kind of fear.

I don't think people who say we're overreacting about Wonder Woman understand

When you’re a girl, you don’t get to see women be cool, not as often as boys get to see men be cool.

You don’t get to see them fly and fight bad guys and be people you want to BE, do you know what I mean?

Guys get the cool super powers and girls get romance subplots.

Girls with powers are reduced to smaller roles and we have to make up fanfics and extended material that makes them the main character cuz male writers don’t need them for anything but romance plots.

Just look at girls on Tumblr.

Obsessed with white males.

Love em.

Can’t get enough of that white guy named Chris.


I assume because they’re attractive in every socially constructed way.

And because they get to be the telekinetic, edgy angsty guy whose mom died who deserves all of our sympathy and attention.

So when people say Wonder Woman is a great movie but people are exaggerating how important it is that she be a role model, or that girls should look up to their mothers…

Like you don’t get how cool it is to be able to see someone like you do cool stuff. Your mom is great but she’s mundane, no offense to mothers. She’s not magical, she’s the kind of person you don’t appreciate until you’re older. And she’s not the type of person EVERYONE knows and recognizes and looks up to. Wonder Woman is, well now she really is. And she’s visible, she’s much more tangible, as fictional characters always ARE to mainstream audiences. So little girls get to see this awesome fictional lady…

-and you don’t have to pretend you’re a guy.

You don’t have to pretend that you’re not different from the people we’ve been told are the “desirable” people to be.

Wonder Woman is not only a great movie and a lovely social commentary.

But on a basic level, the more subconscious level of internalized feelings, of self identity and self love ?

I mean, are you a heartless monster or do you really have a problem with girls, and boys too, seeing a woman kick ass and not be the object of desire.

But the person everyone wants to be?

You show girls that they can be awesome, that they have more of a role in human existence than just being shallow love interests and you show boys that there are women they can look up to.

You got this larger than life woman acting as an icon for everyone, and for ONCE, this icon is female. Yes, the human race is represented, and idealized, in super heroes. Who are often male. Which says that our idealized self…is male.

So Wonder Woman being an idealistic superhero, our perfect self, the human shaped being we want to be…well. She’s female and BY WANTING TO BE HER…we say that there is nothing wrong with being female.

And yes yes yes yes argue that they have real life women they could look up to.

But do you really think most little boys want to learn about Madam Curie or Queen Isabella or Antoinette?

That’s boring history stuff.

Wonder Woman reaches a huge audience.

She’s more tangible, for children that is.

She feels more real than stuffy historical figures.

Stop acting like Wonder Woman being a role model is to be underplayed or devalued.

It’s important for people to feel EXCITED and exhilarated by a super hero who’s not a straight white snarky nihilistic male.

It gets their dusty little hearts beating and their minds thinking, hopefully.

Will it change anything politically, no.

Wonder Woman can’t impeach trump unfortunately.

But can it change how girls see themselves, how boys see women, how people look at what it means to be human?

Well maybe.

So TL;DR- shut up. Wonder Woman is amazing. And shame on you for trying to take her away from children, you’re a menace and I need to talk to you, adult to adult.

Are you sure?
  • Harry: You don't have to do it... I mean-
  • Draco: No, I want to. Are you sure it's what you want?
  • Harry: Yes, absolutely. I just don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you into this.
  • Draco: No, no! You're not. I just don't want you to regret it afterwards.
  • Harry: I would never!
  • Draco: Are you sure? I feel like-
  • Ron: Oh my god, will you two just pick a dessert and be done with it already?
Langst but not really

I’ve read lots of fics about an alien leader being mean to Lance and then he just spits out all of his insecurities and the team is there to say “Oh Lance, you’re so important, we love you!” And that’s good and all.
But imagine:
An alien leader is mean to Lance but Lance does not lower his head. He just stares right into the aliens eyes, serious expression on.
“I don’t quite see the qualities of a blue paladin on you” the leader says.
The team doesn’t even get a chance to respond before Lance starts speaking.
“Then maybe you should have your eyes checked, sir. Be more grateful for the people who risk their lives for your safety”
Why? Because, although Lance is used to being called out, he knows when he really messes up but and will not let other people treat him like everything he does is bad.

He knows his place and even if he isn’t on the highest position he knows he’s good.

Spoilers, sweetie.

The other night, one of my players started asking me (our DM) nosy questions about upcoming plot points.

Player:  I’m just saying, I think my character needs a girlfriend to show up. It’s important to me.

Me: [laughing] Oh, man, trust me on this one:  I have a whole lot of things worked out, and you’ll be surprised by what’s waiting for you down that road.

Player:  … see, when you say it like that, it scares me.

Me:  You should be scared! Or maybe not. I don’t know. I have no idea what the future holds.

Player:  Except you do! That’s actually the whole point!

anonymous asked:

Snake husbandry is important, but a grief post about someone's LOVED DEAD ANIMAL is not the place to do it. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? "Your snake died because you killed it." That's so fucking rude. I used to respect you before this shit. That's a total overstepping and EXTREMELY INSENSITIVE to someone who SUFFERED A LOSS. You wouldn't show up to someone's grandmother's funeral and say "Well, if she'd have eaten better she'd still be alive." You of all people should know better

you know im not the one who made the post right? i just reblogged the post


Okay so I’ve done Career and Childhood in astrology so I decided to go with one that I know a ton of people would find useful (personally I’m not really into the love side of astrology but I get why a lot of people are). So anyways, here’s where you should look in the natal chart to learn more about your approach to/experience with love!

Ascendant: An all-rounder placement for practically anything, the ascendant will show you how you come across to others and how you’re perceived, who you attract etc.

Descendant: Otherwise known as the 7th House cusp, this placement shows you who you attract intimately and how you behave in close, personal relationships.

Moon Placements/Aspects: When looking at committed relationships in particular, the moon placements/aspects will show us what makes us feel at home and comfortable. It’s important to look at these placements because any strong relationship needs a strong emotional foundation, so you should know your own inside out. 

Venus Placements/Aspects: No surprises here, Venus being the planet of love and romance, we look here to see how we initiate romantic pursuits, how we flirt etc. We also see the type of vibe we give off to other people and the house it’s in can show us where in our life we give a lot of our love to. It’s super important to look at Venus because it shows us what we want, what we’re attracted to and how we handle affairs of the heart.

Mars Placements/Aspects: Mars is the masculine counterpart of counterpart. When looking at it in relationships, we mainly focus on the sexual element. Our libido, sexual tastes etc. However, while that’s all well and useful, it’s also great to look at for anger. Being honest, it would be stupid to think that our capacity for anger and patience are irrelevant in relationships, so it’s important to look at Mars to pay attention to what gets on our nerves and furthermore, how we should handle our anger especially around others. 

5th House: The 5th House represents a multitude of things, joy, talent, children - but in this case, romance and casual sex. We should look at the 5th House to see what our natural aphrodisiacs are, as well as our turn-ons (to a lesser extent than Mars). The 5th House will show us what we find appealing in light-hearted romance.

so my cousin once explained exactly why we both have problems taking notes (xe have ADHD, I’m autistic and dyslexic)

Taking notes for most people is as follows:

the teacher hands you an article and tells you the red text is important.
There is red text and black text. They highlight or copy down the red text.

Taking notes for us is as follows:

the teacher hands you an article and tells you the red text is important.
There is only red text. You know there should be red text and black text, but yours is all red for some reason.
You have 3 options: Copy all of it (notes are useless), guess (notes are useless), copy none of it (notes are useless).

anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 


He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.


Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”


“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.