9: (truth) How did you meet your best friend? (dare) Refresh your dashboard. Open the blog of the person who posted whatever’s at the top of your dash. Reblog their most recent selfie.

OKAY WHO WANTS TO HEAR THE STORY OF HOW I MET MY WIFE, IT IS LONG.  And also kind of fan-ficcy.  No, we’re not actually married, nor dating, nor anything else, BUT.  @twistedangelsays remains the Laurens to my Hamilton (just…minus the probable sexual relationship).  So Laurens and me are in the same Latin class for a W H O L E year and I am kind of a dumb shit even when I’m being smart, so I FAILED TO LEARN HER NAME except for her Latin name and like I don’t really count that as having ‘met’ because I failed to appreciate her awesome.  And then my ex-roommate–uh, we’re gonna call her Lee because I’m on a kick and we had a nasty falling out–had a psychotic break (PRO TIP KIDS: you can OD on caffeine, it’s easier than you’d think, and if you have pre-existing psychological issues like anxiety and bipolar, that can go REALLY BAD).  Now Lee and Laurens were ALSO friends but I’m an introvert so I STILL HADN’T MET LAURENS, but anyway, I had gotten a rep as The Person Who Solved Shit and also as the only person anyone knew with a grain of first aid training, so NATURALLY one of Lee’s friends brings her to me.  Six hour later, I’m exhausted and Lee and I are back from the hospital (FUN TIMES), and I’m not sure who the very helpful blonde was who kept making sure I had space to work with Lee or who made sure I had a phone so that I could contact her and keep everyone updated at the hospital.  But I kind of blundered into her and gave her a hug and handed the phone back and went back to my room and fell face-first on my bed.  Flash forward a couple months and it’s the start of sophomore year.  I go and meet Lee on the first day of school and she has a nice blonde with her, the nice blonde doesn’t introduce herself and I realize I’m supposed to know her name, some dredging through the lake of memory turns up ‘Laurens’ and I do some judicious eavesdropping to make sure I’m right.  We had a three hour conversation about how bullshit the public school system is, I haven’t looked back since, we mutually booted Lee to the curb when she turned into a REALLY BAD FRIEND, we’ve lived together almost two years now, and honestly Laurens is the best thing that ever happened to my smol rageful ass.

14: (truth) If you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life (consisting of clothes you already own), what would it be? (dare) Tag someone you follow who has amazing fashion sense.

Okay, I actually don’t give that much of a shit about my clothes, so here’s my extremely basic truth: one of my nice button-downs because I look like I can kick ass, some jeans because they’re sturdy, my rings and my watch, my combat boots, and my leather coat.

23: (truth) What are your three biggest turn ons, and your three biggest turn offs? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Without actually listening to it, write the lyrics to the chorus of the first song.

Turn-ons: that thing where people push up their sleeves and you can watch the tendons shift on the backs of their arms and their hands, a nice laugh attached to an actually funny sense of humor, and raking hands through hair (I just…hands are my thing, and I like touching people’s hair, and putting the two together makes me think about my hands in your hair and that would be real fun, no?)

Turn-offs: uh…it’s too obvious to say ‘touching me without permission,’ right?  Yeah.  So barring that.  Laughing at me for something I care about, being a sexist fuck, or telling me to be more lady-like.