You give my emptiness a name.

Okay, look here, nonnie. I don’t, okay?

I don’t ship them.

I mean, it’s RPF. It’s not my scene.

Where these slanderous lies are coming from, I have no idea.

But, I mean, okay.

I mean, I don’t ship them, all right?

But the clothes, man….

I ship the clothes.

I mean, how could you not?

I swear, it’s like everywhere these two noodles go

they’re sharing something.

They even COORDINATE for events.

And have been known to dress the same from almost head to toe.

But it’s not Evanstan I ship.

It’s definitely the clothes.

Especially when *cough* one can’t quite seem to fit into the other’s shirt.

And ESPECIALLY when I know the clothes were at it again as recently as Philly Con.

in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me

speaking words of wisdom

let it be   (seen that these two assholes are at it again)

And when the brokenhearted people

living in the world agree

there will be an answer

let it be   (proclamated that ya’ll ain’t slick)

For though they may be parted

there is still a chance that they will see

there will be an answer

barba & benson video call - 21x13

♫ Oh! I get by with a little help from my friends ♫

I thought I’d take a minute to point out a big milestone for myself.  And yes, I’ll honk my own horn because it’s a big deal to me. As of today, I have written (though some are still in progress) 200 stories for the Walking Dead fandom.  That’s roughly 2040 (unless I missed a few) chapters and/or one-shots with each of them ranging from about 2000 to 6000 words.

I started writing fanfic for this fandom as a form of stress relief on April 5, 2013 and I was terrified to publish that first chapter. 

Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34 years old

Stanley Almodovar III, 23 years old

Luis Omar Ocasio-Capo, 20 years old

Juan Ramon Guerrero, 22 years old

Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera, 36 years old

Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz, 22 years old

Luis S. Vielma, 22 years old

Kimberly Morris, 37 years old

Eddie Jamoldroy Justice, 30 years old

Darryl Roman Burt II, 29 years old

Deonka Deidra Drayton, 32 years old

Alejandro Barrios Martinez, 21 years old

Anthony Luis Laureanodisla, 25 years old

Jean Carlos Mendez Perez, 35 years old

Franky Jimmy Dejesus Velazquez, 50 years old

Amanda Alvear, 25 years old

Martin Benitez Torres, 33 years old

Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon, 37 years old

Mercedez Marisol Flores, 26 years old

Xavier Emmanuel Serrano Rosado, 35 years old

Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez, 25 years old

Simon Adrian Carrillo Fernandez, 31 years old

Oscar A Aracena-Montero, 26 years old

Enrique L. Rios, Jr., 25 years old

Miguel Angel Honorato, 30 years old

Javier Jorge-Reyes, 40 years old

Joel Rayon Paniagua, 32 years old

Jason Benjamin Josaphat, 19 years old

Cory James Connell, 21 years old

Juan P. Rivera Velazquez, 37 years old

Luis Daniel Conde, 39 years old

Shane Evan Tomlinson, 33 years old

Leroy Valentin Fernandez, 25 years old

Tevin Eugene Crosby, 25 years old

Jonathan Antonio Camuy Vega, 24 years old

Jean C. Nives Rodriguez, 27 years old

Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala, 33 years old

Brenda Lee Marquez McCool, 49 years old

Yilmary Rodriguez Sulivan, 24 years old

Christopher Andrew Leinonen, 32 years old

Angel L. Candelario-Padro, 28 years old

Frank Hernandez, 27 years old

My grandmother got married in 1962, to a young man in the military. For a wedding present, their parents bought them a house in a nice suburb. White picket fence, whole 9 yards. Not long after they moved in, the next door neighbor planted a mullberry tree on the side of his property, near my grandparent’s driveway. Nothing seemed amiss, but if you know Mullberry Trees, you know that sh*t is about to get real.

About 15 years later, the mullberry tree was OBNOXIOUS. The birds would come and eat the berries, and any car parked in the driveway would get sh*t on, and it would stain the cars and ruin paint jobs. My grandmother, upon realizing the culprit, baked a nice apple pie, walked next door, and asked the neighbor if he’d mind trimming back the branches of the tree that hung over her driveway. He told her not to worry, he’d get to it soon. Three days later, my grandmother opened her door to find a half-eaten pie in the plate, crawling with ants, and a note that said “I changed my mind.”

My grandmother threw out the pie, cursing up a storm, and swearing up and down she’d get him to trim that tree or get him back. City ordinance said she could not trim the tree, as the roots were on his property, so the whole tree was his property.