#like even when I met Elijah Wood it it was like $75

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I haven’t been to FanExpo in a few years but can someone pls tell my why photo ops are all like $100+ now??

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Home (Winchesters x Reader)

Summary: What happens when the Winchesters and the reader return to the readers home, after being gone for a very long time, for a case. A case that sounds very familiar to the reader. What happens when the brothers find out why?

Warnings: violence, cussing, magic

This may become a mini-fic. Haven’t decided yet. Also don’t forget to send in a request!

“So get this,” Sam chirped up from behind his computer. I had to hide my smile behind the lore book I was reading. His go to phrase when he found a case. In the two years that I had been working with the Winchesters, I’ve probably heard that phrase several hundred times. I first started working with them when a coven of witches in Montana were killing cheating spouses, thinking themselves as some kind of heroes for all the jaded men and women who were cheated on. Being a witch myself, I had gone “undercover”. I still hate to think about how close I was to being killed.

“The serial killer has been carving smiles into the faces of their victim, after the victim has been completely drained of blood.” Sam said. This news made me quickly raise my head. I remember something very similar to that happened years ago.

“Where was this again?” I asked, closing the book and setting it down.

“New Orleans,” Sam closed his laptop. “Let’s get going.”

“Laytez liz bong tomps roulette,” Dean grinned slapping the table, while absolutely butchering the popular Creole phrase.

“Dean, it’s laissez les bons temps rouler,” I laughed in an attempt to hide my absolute discomfort. 

It’s been quite a few years since I’ve been in New Orleans. I made a promise that I would never return. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to return. It’s that I was forced out of the city and was told I would be killed if I ever came back.

“Let someone else take it guys. Besides, we have to find a way to remove the mark.” I opened my book back up, hiding my face.

“Come on, Y/N. We need you on this. You’re from New Orleans. You can show us around, get us on the inside.” Sam nudged me. I sighed and stood up.

“Fine, but we’re not staying in the city. I know of a place where we can stay.” I sighed standing up. It didn’t take me long to get my things together but I did have to wait for both men. I leaned against baby, still reading the same book as before. A minute later they both came out. We threw our bags in the back of Baby and took off. 

We arrived to New Orleans 17 hours later and in that time there was another murder, “So where is this place we’re staying?” Sam asked. 

“It’s on the other side of the river. Just keep driving.” I sighed looking out at the city I love. 

“I’m stopping and getting some beignets first. Oh, or a po’boy.” Dean jumped up and down in his seat.

“No Dean I can make some for you just please keep driving.” I begged but it was too late. Dean had already stopped and parked in front of a familiar restaurant. Rousseau’s, a very popular bar in the city. Dean jumped out of the car like he was a kid in a candy store. I sighed and slid out as well, whispering a cloaking spell for myself. 

We sat down at one of the tables in the back of the bar, me keeping my back towards the door. The two kept talking about the case and I listened but I mostly listened to the noises around me. I sat up a little straighter at an all too familiar voice. 

“I gotta pee.” I said as softly as I could and quickly walked to the bathroom. I was just about to push the door open when I was spun around and pushed against the wall, a hand squeezing my throat.

“I thought we told you to stay out of the city.” Two dark brown eyes bore into mine, anger very clear. I grabbed onto the man’s wrist, trying to pry it away.

“Marcel, please,” I grasped his wrist. The hand loosened only slightly and his eyes scanned my face. The anger slowly going away. 

“What are you doing back here Y/N?” He asked moving his body slightly closer to mine. 

“Some friends of mine read about the murders online.” I tried to explain and the fury ignited in his eyes again.

“You brought hunters here?” His hold on my neck tightened again.

“I tried to keep them away. I tried to distract them.” I gasped.

“Get them out of this city before Klaus and Elijah find out you’re back.” He snapped and let go of my throat. 

“They’re back?” I rubbed my throat, watching the man I once knew walk away. 

“Klaus has a daughter. The brought her mother here to protect the two of them.” Marcel sighed rubbing his face, “Where are you staying?”

“I was gonna stay in that building on the other side of the river.You remember the one.” I looked up at him. I could see the memories flashing through his mind as a small smirk appeared on his face but quickly disappeared. 

“No good. That’s where I am. I have a group of freshly turned vampires staying there. Unless you want your hunter friends to become food you need to find a new place to stay.” He shook his head. 

“Where the hell am I supposed to stay then Marcel? I can’t stay there. I definitely can’t stay at my home either.” I threw my hands up. I could see Sam and Dean looking around for me, wondering why I’ve been gone for so long.

“I can just compel the hunters,” he started to say but I was already shaking my head. I looked over his shoulder and saw another familiar face, getting a little too friendly to my best friends for my taste. I started to recite a spell, pushing past Marcel, marching up to the table. The blonde’s knees buckled and screamed as she held her head. 

“Everyone I apologize but we’ll be closing a little early today. Please make your way to the exit. All meals are on the house.” An unfamiliar voice spoke up.

“Y/N,” Marcel warned, “It’s not safe to do that here.”

“Oh please, I’m just having a little reunion with my amazing sister.” I growled, she looked up at me black veins running under her eyes turning black, fangs extending down. Dean and Sam pushing their chairs back, drawing knives, “Good you see you again Rebekah.” 

“What the fuck Y/N?” Sam asked, “Is that a demon or a vampire? And what do you mean by sister?”

“Rebekah here is one the first vampires that wasn’t turned by an Alpha but my magic.” I explained pushing my hold on her more, my concentration never breaking, “She is over 1000 years old and yes she is my sister. Our beloved mother changed her and my older brothers into vampires using magic, instead of the alpha vampire.”

“Marcel, is everything ok?” The voice from earlier came over. I turned and saw another blonde woman standing beside my old friend, her hand on his arm. And that’s when my concentration broke. In a flash I was slammed against the wall, a grip that was nearly ten times tighter than Marcel’s held me up against the wall.

“Why aren’t you dead yet?” She snarled in my face making me laugh.

“Oh sister, we always knew Marcel liked me more than you.” I smirked, pissing her off even more. I saw Sam and Dean take a step towards me but a simple shake of my head made them freeze. Rebekah smirked and looked over her shoulder then looked back at me.

“You know, at first I thought they would just be a little tasty snack. But now that I know they’re with you, they’ll die with you.” 

“Everything they’ve been drinking for the past two years has been laced with wolfsbane and vervain. Go ahead.” I spat at her. Before she could say anything else dropped me and held her head in a similar manner as before. Standing in the doorway was a young woman whose lips were moving in a familiar manner and a man standing behind her. 

“Davina Claire, I’ve heard very good things about you.” I breathed heavily. She just gave me a simple nod and her and the man with her left, not saying a word.

“Y/N, you’ve got to tell us. What in the fuck is going on?” Dean yelled. That was his angry voice. 

I nodded and snapped my fingers, breaking Rebekah's neck, making her drop to the ground. The little group crowded around me even though 90% of them knew the story already. 

“My name is not Y/N Y/L/N. It’s Y/N Mikaelson. I am the youngest Mikaelson and before I was born my mother turned my brothers Klaus, Elijah, Finn, and Kol and ever so wonderful Rebekah here into vampires using magic. They weren’t turned with the alpha Eve created, hence the different look. It was over 1000 years ago when it happened. They saw me as nothing but a slave.” I spat at the woman on the floor. “There’s only one thing that can kill them and it’s the wood from a white oak tree. One that they had destroyed soon after they were turned. There are daggers that can keep them in a state of sleep but the dagger must remain or they will wake up. I was tired of how they treated me so about 75 years ago I daggered each of them. The last words Klaus spoke to me was ‘if I ever see you in my city again I will kill you.”

“And that’s why you wanted to stay at the bunker?” Sam asked and I nodded. 

“I’ve seen Klaus before while we traveled. He was in Montana when we met so I knew he was awake, which I’m assuming you did that Marcel after coming back.” I scratched my head. He shrugged confirming I was right.

“Wait, you’re 1000 years old?” Sam asked.

“Actually, I’m 985 but if we’re rounding sure.” I shrugged. I saw Sam’s little nerd brain go crazy on that information.

“So Columbus or Vikings?” Sam asked referring to who discovered North America first. 

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “Vikings. Columbus was an idiot and an asshole. My family didn’t kill when they...actually never mind they did kill when they got here. But we’ll discuss my adventures another time Sammy.” I winked. 

“Y/N you have to get out of the city.” Marcel looked at me with pleading eyes, “Go to the bayou. The wolves do not have any allegiance to the Mikaelson family.” I nodded and stood up taking Sam and Dean’s hands dragging them to the door. Our friendship was definitely changing after today I could already tell. We were just about to make it to the door when it was shoved open and two nightmares stood in front of me.

“Hello little sister,”

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http://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/hollywoods-evil-secret-mxsb5f3zl Sunday Times (London, England). (May 22, 2016) ================== Oliver Thring met Elijah Wood to talk about his latest film, but the Lord of the Rings star and former child actor had other ideas. Out poured revelations about convicted paedophiles working openly in Hollywood — and deep relief that he had escaped unscathed ================== Elijah Wood was just eight when he arrived in Hollywood, the blue­-eyed son of Iowa delicatessen owners. He had been modelling in Midwestern shopping centres for four years when his mother brought him to California to launch his career in show business. Long before Peter Jackson cast him as Frodo Baggins, the hobbit protagonist of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Wood was a child star. He took the lead in a remake of the dolphin film Flipper and before that shared top billing with Macaulay Culkin in The Good Son. Now he knows he was lucky to escape childhood unharmed. Allegations that powerful figures in Hollywood have been sheltering child abusers have become impossible to ignore in recent years. During the past decade several convictions have been secured —­­ and far more accusations levelled ­­— against wealthy and important people in the industry. Some of these criminals have left prison, returned to Hollywood and begun working again with children. Sitting in a Los Angeles restaurant to promote his latest film, The Trust, Wood compares revelations of child abuse in Hollywood to those that surfaced in Britain after the death of Jimmy Savile. "You all grew up with Savile —­­ Jesus, it must have been devastating. Clearly something major was going on in Hollywood. It was all organised. There are a lot of vipers in this industry, people who only have their own interests in mind. There is darkness in the underbelly —­­ if you can imagine it, it's probably happened. "What upsets me about these situations is that the victims can't speak as loudly as the people in power," he adds. "That's the tragedy of attempting to reveal what is happening to innocent people: they can be squashed, but their lives have been irreparably damaged." Wood says his mother, Debra, protected him: "She was far more concerned with raising me to be a good human than facilitating my career. I never went to parties where that kind of thing was going on. This bizarre industry presents so many paths to temptation. If you don't have some kind of foundation, typically from family, then it will be difficult to deal with." Other child actors did not have his luck. Corey Feldman was perhaps the biggest child star of the 1980s, a hero in such hits as Gremlins, The Goonies, Stand by Me and The Lost Boys. In 2011 Feldman decided to speak out about the abuse he had suffered as a young actor. "The No 1 problem in Hollywood was and is —­­ and always will be —­­ paedophilia," he said, adding that by the time he was 14 he was "surrounded" by molesters. Feldman met another child actor, Corey Haim, on a film set in the mid-­1980s. They became best friends, starring in numerous movies together and sharing their own television show. Describing their first meeting in his memoir, Feldman wrote: "An adult male had convinced Corey that it was perfectly normal for older men and younger boys in the business to have sexual relations ... So they walked off to a secluded area between two trailers ... and Haim allowed himself to be sodomised." Haim asked Feldman: "So I guess we should play around like that too?" He replied: "No, that's not what kids do, man." In 2012 Feldman told a British tabloid: "When I was 14 and 15, things were happening to me. These older men were leching around like vultures. It was basically me lying there pretending I was asleep and them going about their business." Both actors went on to suffer mental health problems, alcoholism and addiction to drugs including crack and heroin. In 2010, aged 38, Haim died of pneumonia, having reportedly entered rehab 15 times. Feldman said a "Hollywood mogul" was to blame for his friend's death, adding: "The people who did this to me are still out there and still working ­­— some of the richest, most powerful people in this business." "PEOPLE look at Corey Feldman and think he's a drug addict, so why should they listen to him?" says Anne Henry, co­founder of the BizParentz Foundation, an organisation established to protect child actors. "But that plays into the predators' hands. They don't want victims to be believed. We estimate that about 75% of the child actors who 'went off the rails' suffered earlier abuse. Drug addiction, alcoholism, suicide attempts, wandering through life without a purpose —­­ they can all be symptoms." In the mid-­2000s Henry was the proud mother of an 11-­year-­old child actor when she spotted shirtless photographs of him trading on eBay for up to $400 each. "My kid wasn't famous," she says. "But pictures of Leonardo DiCaprio when he was 11 were only selling for 10 bucks so I was worried." She realised that a number of eBay users were trading photographs of young boys, who were often semi­-naked and staring up into the camera in positions that mimicked child abuse. Henry says her research led her "to websites where men boasted about following these kids, where they 'screencapped' little boys on the TV every night. We found fetish sites: one still exists that is focused on little boys working in the entertainment industry, full of pictures of them in wet swimsuits. We eventually learnt that our kids' photographs were being used as gateways to child pornography sites." Bob Villard, an agent who managed the young DiCaprio and Tobey Maguire, was convicted of selling images of children on eBay. As far back as 1987 Villard had been found in possession of child pornography and in 2005 he was sentenced to eight years in prison for committing a "lewd act" on a 13­-year-­old boy who had asked him for acting lessons. There is no suggestion that DiCaprio or Maguire was ever a victim of abuse. Henry felt ill at what she had discovered. She began educating other parents of child actors —­­ including several famous ones ­­— about what was taking place. And then, she says, the stories of sexual assault began to pour in. In the past 10 years Henry claims she has heard hundreds of episodes of alleged abuse of child actors in Hollywood, ranging from inappropriate comments to sexual violence and rape. "We believe Hollywood is currently sheltering about 100 active abusers," she says at home in Los Angeles. "The tsunami of claims has begun. This problem has been endemic in Hollywood for a long time and it's finally coming to light." WHAT should have brought the issue even greater attention is a documentary called An Open Secret by the Oscar-nominated director Amy Berg. The film, which is not easy to watch, either in practical terms or because of its content, tells the stories of five former child actors who claim to be victims of serious abuse. Some of their attackers have gone to jail. Evan Henzi, 22, tells me by email that "sexual abuse is a huge problem in Hollywood and there is absolutely no support system". He was molested dozens of times over several years from the age of 11 by his agent, a paedophile named Martin Weiss. In home­-movie footage recorded at a birthday party in the Henzi family home, one young boy turns to the camera and says: "I'm getting a massage and it feels great, and I don't care whether or not it looks bad." "It's above the waist," says Weiss, who is touching the boy. "It's not bad." Henzi eventually helped to secure Weiss's conviction after, he writes, "a moment of truth for myself. I secretly recorded an hour-­long conversation in which my abuser admitted he sexually abused me. I decided to beat fear with truth." But Weiss spent just six months in prison. "I was worried that he could try to harm me because he threatened me when I was younger," Henzi once said. Weiss is now rumoured to be working again in the entertainment industry. The most explosive allegations of Hollywood paedophilia surround "pool parties" at a Los Angeles mansion in the late 1990s. These were hosted primarily by one man, Marc Collins-­Rector. He had co­founded Digital Entertainment Network (DEN), a precursor to YouTube and Netflix, which generated its own content —­­ some of it with overtly pederastic tones —­­ for online release. DEN attracted almost $100m of investment from Hollywood giants, including David Geffen and Michael Huffington, as well as Bryan Singer, now one of the most feted directors in Hollywood, and the film maker behind The Usual Suspects and the billion dollar­-grossing X-­Men franchise. Geffen, Huffington and Singer are all alleged to have been at the parties but none is accused of any wrongdoing. At these parties, Collins­-Rector and other men are said to have sexually assaulted at least six teenage boys, according to lawsuits filed in 2000 and 2014. Michael Egan, who was a teenager at the time of the alleged abuse in 1999, sued Singer and two other men, alleging serious sexual abuse. He had to drop this suit after he was found to have been contradicting himself. A federal judge also accused him of lying in court. Singer has denied all claims of child abuse and said the accusations against him were a "sick, twisted shakedown". Another convicted paedophile, Brian Peck, was also a guest at the parties. Singer had given him cameo roles in two of the X­-Men films and asked him to join him for the director's commentary on one of the movies' DVDs. In 2004 Peck was found guilty of abusing a famous young actor on the Nickelodeon network. After prison Peck returned to Hollywood, where he accepted a role as a dialogue coach on the sitcom Anger Management, starring Charlie Sheen. Peck later went on to play, of all things, a sex education teacher in a film. Henry is outraged that Peck still works in Hollywood: "I'm disgusted with the people who continue to hire him. I hope audiences will vote with their wallets. Don't watch these films: make it clear to the studios that you won't have anything to do with organisations that re­-employ convicted predators." And if you were considering seeing An Open Secret, that may not be easy. Matthew Valentinas, its executive producer, has said: "There was major interest at Cannes [in 2014]. They'd say, 'We love it, don't show it to anyone else.' But then someone on the business side would step in and all of a sudden there was no longer interest." The film failed to find a distributor and apparently never will, though online message boards suggest viewers are keen to see it and it can be found on YouTube. To make matters worse, its other executive producer, Gabe Hoffman, apparently fell out with its director and was last year reported to be taking her to court for not "co­operating" in the film's promotion. Valentinas referred me to Hoffman when I asked to speak to him about child abuse in Hollywood; neither Hoffman nor Berg returned my emails. HOLLYWOOD'S reluctance to promote An Open Secret can be contrasted with its enthusiasm for films dealing with child abuse that took place elsewhere. As Henzi says: "In recent years, the movie industry has done a great job bringing these issues to the fore, but when it comes to sex crimes committed by its own, everyone is more hush-­hush." Spotlight, the account of an American newspaper's dogged investigation into child rapists in the Catholic church, won the best picture at the Oscars in March. Berg herself was previously nominated for an Academy Award for her 2006 documentary into a similar scandal, Deliver Us From Evil. Consequently, questions of a cover-­up have surfaced. "I don't believe that the most powerful people in Hollywood are sitting in a darkened room plotting to spread paedophilia," says Henry. "But very bad people are still working here, protected by their friends. Worse, the media and entertainment industries have a cosy relationship in this country —­­ and we've already had one Hollywood actor become president. This is why we've been relying on British media to report this story much more than American media." Hoffman has said An Open Secret "makes it clear that Hollywood is not adequately policing itself". And Wood told me that having seen An Open Secret, he believes the film "only scratches the surface. I feel there was much more to this story than it articulates." Roman Polanski was charged in 1977 with five offences, including rape, drugging and sodomising, against a 13­-year­-old girl. He did a plea bargain and was convicted of unlawful sexual intercourse with a minor. Fearing a jail sentence, Polanski fled the US and has never returned. He continues to make films in Europe and has received an Oscar while being the subject of an Interpol "red notice" for absconding. "Everyone wants to f*** young girls," he once opined in an interview. The tragedy of that gruesome Hollywood trope, the "casting couch", is its victims: young actors of both sexes forced to grant sexual favours to directors and producers, and damaged as a result. Henry says she and her family have received numerous death threats from "emissaries of people accused of abuse ... We've had to move home twice, increase our security. People have parked outside our house and watched us. We're tired and weary —­­ but with the evidence we have, we could have made 10 films like An Open Secret." Henzi writes in an email: "The thing about Hollywood is that there is not some secret 'illuminati' or top agenda. Just because someone is a famous director or actor does not give them immunity from the law. My dream is to see an established presence in Hollywood advocating against child sexual abuse, rape, sexual harassment and all sex crimes." He may have some time to wait. I ask Wood whether he believes this is still a problem for Hollywood. "From my reading and research," he says, "I've been led down dark paths to realise that these things probably still are happening. If you're innocent, you have very little knowledge of the world and you want to succeed, people with parasitic interests will see you as their prey."

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Questionnaire!

Feel free to partake if you’re so inclined, and thanks for tagging, me @pilindiel​!

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THE LAST 1. DRINK: Mountain Dew 2. PHONE CALL: The dog groomer 3. TEXT MESSAGE: My mom 4. SONG YOU LISTENED TO: A Candle’s Fire, by Beirut 5. TIME YOU CRIED: Amazingly, I think it’s been a few weeks. 6. DATED SOMEONE TWICE: Dated Hubs twice. :) 7. KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT: I REGRET NOTHING. 8. BEEN CHEATED ON: Nope, although back in high school two guys unknowingly broke up with me for the same girl, so there’s that. 9. LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: Yes, I have. 10. BEEN DEPRESSED: Postpartum depression sucks and my goodness do people like to call you out on having it. 11. GOTTEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP: Just the once, thanks!  3 FAVOURITE COLOURS 12. Navy blue 13. Grey 14. Various shades of grey, green, and blue IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. MADE NEW FRIENDS: I have!  16. FALLEN OUT OF LOVE: Perhaps fallen deeper into it, actually!  17. LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: I have. :) 18. FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: Yes, yes I have. 19. MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: Most certainly. 20. FOUND OUT WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE: Oh yes. 21. KISSED SOMEONE ON YOUR FACEBOOK LIST: Nic happens to be on my Facebook, yes.

GENERAL 22. HOW MANY OF YOUR FACEBOOK FRIENDS DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE: All but three? And some vague relatives.  23. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS: Three feline cohorts and a doggo. 24. DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME: No thanks, I’mg good. 25. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY: I don’t even remember.  26. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP: Around 7:45, I think... 27. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT: Watching stuff. 28. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: BEING DONE WITH THIS DEGREE MRGH  29. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM: A few days ago! 31. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: Graceless, by The National 32. HAVE YOU EVER TALKED TO A PERSON NAMED TOM: My dad is named Tom, as is my youngest nephew. <3 33. SOMETHING THAT IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES: Um... How about there being only 24 hours in a day? 34. MOST VISITED WEBSITE: Tumblr and my school website. 35. HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown, and I’m trying really hard to grow out my Rogue streak. 36. LONG OR SHORT HAIR: Short <3 37. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE: Always. First and foremost my husband, but Steven Yeun and Cillian Murphy are close seconds. 38. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: My eyes and my inexhaustible penchant for writing.  39. PIERCINGS: I repierced my earlobes a few months ago.  40. BLOOD TYPE: Pretty sure it’s AB.  41. NICKNAME: Chrissy. A few friends from work came over recently, and they said they kept waiting for this ‘Chrissy’ person to show up, because they apparently cannot fathom anyone calling me this name. Which I think is hilarious. Also, my Borders handle is X-Factor, which I still get called by certain lovely people. <3 42. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married! 43. ZODIAC: Virgo 44. PRONOUNS: She/Her 45. FAVOURITE TV SHOW: Scrubs, OHSHC, SNK 46. TATTOOS: I have a Celtic tree of life tattooed on my left arm, and plans for a few more when the time is right. :) 47. RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED: Right handed. 48. SURGERY: I’ve had an appendectomy and an emergency c-section that was under full anesthesia, because I’ve been told no medical professional in their right mind would give someone with my blood an epidural. ::shrugs::

50. SPORT: Running and tennis! 51. VACATION: I went to Michigan recently?  52. PAIR OF TRAINERS: Maroon low-top Chucks, and a Good pair of running shoes. MORE GENERAL 53. EATING: I mean. I’d like to be eating macaroni and cheese. 54. DRINKING: Nothing at the moment, thanks. 55. I’M ABOUT TO: Oh, who knows. As long as I blow through this to-do list by the end of the day, as far as I’m concerned my time table is still on vacation. 56. WAITING FOR: So much. 57. WANT: Finish this next chapter today. 58. GET MARRIED: I did it once, and that will be enough. :)

WHICH IS BETTER: 60. HUGS OR KISSES: Both, please, all of the affection.  61. LIPS OR EYES: Yes. 62. SHORTER OR TALLER: If I say only taller, that excludes Seth Green and Elijah Wood, so.  63. OLDER OR YOUNGER: Either, within reason. 64. NICE ARMS OR NICE STOMACH: Naturally drawn to the torso, though one’s stomach doesn’t have to be flat in order to be nice, in my opinion. BUT YES, LET’S TALK ABOUT NICE ARMS, TOO. 65. HOOK UP OR RELATIONSHIP: Relationship, please. 66. TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT: Verbal troublemaker. HAVE YOU EVER: 67. KISSED A STRANGER: I have not. 68. DRANK HARD LIQUOR: Once or twice, and unimpressed. 69. LOST GLASSES/CONTACT LENSES: Do sunglasses count? 70. TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: Yeah... 71. SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: Nope. 72. BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: It’s only the worst thing I’ve ever done. 73. HAD YOUR HEART BROKEN: Yeah. 74. BEEN ARRESTED: Nope! 75. CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED: Yes yes. 76. FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: Sure have! DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. YOURSELF: Most of the time I do. 78. MIRACLES: I think I do. We’d have to sit down and get into the theological technicality of what you consider a miracle, but I’m pretty sure I do. I also believe in fate, which I consider a separate thing. 79. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: I think so? In a way. I definitely believe in lust at first sight. But for each of the limited number of people I’ve been in love with, I can recall my first time seeing them being nonchalant encounters, where their presence was essentially inconsequential, but I still found myself captured by them for one reason or another. Is that love? I developed love for those people, yes, but was that first meeting love?? Let’s say I believe in the fateful lead-in to love. 80. SANTA CLAUS: I mean. Nikolaus of Myra was real, so.   81. KISS ON THE FIRST DATE: I sure do. 82. ANGELS: I might? I think I do. I need to further analyze my thoughts on the composition and intentions of said angels, though. OTHER: 84. EYE COLOUR: Green and I love them. 85. FAVOURITE MOVIE: Ferris Bueller’s Day Off!!!  <333