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She wishes that her favorite movie was something just a tad more sophisticated. He’s watched all kinds of things with her now - Godzilla, Casablanca, and silent films from foreign countries whose names she cannot pronounce. Now? They’re curled up on the couch, his arms around her and her legs covered in an afghan with a rapidly cooling cup of herbal tea and tissues in hand. She’s sick, feeling like your brain is leaking out your nose sick, and she just wants to watch her favorite movie and not worry about impressing her boyfriend with her taste in pop-culture. 

He had merely quirked an eyebrow at her when she’d drug the VCR out of the closet along with a small box full of VHS cassettes that she hadn’t managed to part with over the years. 

“It’s a chick-flick meets a coming of age movie,” she explains as she presses play on the remote. “You can read or something if you’d rather.”

“Sara,” he breathed her name. “I’m glad to watch your movie. Maybe I’ll learn something.”

“Alright but if you change-”

“Just watch your movie, dear.” He kissed her sick-sweat dampened curls and adjusted the blanket around her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She exhaled slowly, relaxing into his arms and blowing her nose before quoting the movie quietly. “Shelby, Indiana was not the most exciting place to grow up. In fact, the most common cause of death before puberty was boredom.”

bonfire // describe your dream house

a charming two-story in the suburbs, within walking distance to at least two bars; three bedrooms and an office; master bathroom connected to the bedroom with a huge roman bathtub; spacious kitchen that i’ll mainly use for making cocktails february thru september because i’m still not much of a cook but god damn it i will bake the shit out of a cake for you; plenty of backyard for the kids to play in, maybe on a green belt; a relatively quiet street so i don’t have to have the same anxiety my own mother had about playing in the front yard; a basement to house a recording studio, a craft room, and sleepovers; basically an amalgamation of all the houses i grew up in.

quilt // how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

i take coffee with three or four creams, maybe two sugars if it’s really bad diner coffee; my teas i like with a lot of spice and black licorice flavor. my favorite for the last few years has been mad hat’s songbird/my throat hurts. they also make an indian black tea with almonds that i like. sometimes i take it with honey, most of the time i’ll drink it as-is.

cocoa // if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

don’t forget to close the windows! :)-k

despite her best efforts, sara couldn’t fight the way the corners of her mouth pulled back into a grin. of course the reminder was left on a pink post-it note. with a smiley face. she wasn’t frilly by any means, but katie made no efforts to hide her femininity -- lip gloss and a quick coat of mascara every morning at least; meanwhile, sara had given up on trying to brush through her chestnut curls.

with anyone else, she would have taken offense at a note like that; considered it passive-aggressive, bossy, something like that. katie could probably leave her a note confessing to murder and she would think it was sweet. the adhesive strip stuck to the length of her finger as she used her other hand to make sure the apartment windows were all pulled shut, a barrier between their cozy (read: cramped) studio and the cold that was just beginning to bear down on connecticut. it stayed on her finger while she slid her socked feet into leather boots, clumsily pulled a beanie onto her head, and twisted the lid closed on her coffee tumblr. no one was around to witness it, but she felt a twinge of embarrassment as she realized she should probably put the note in the trash, but what if katie saw it there? why would she care -- but what if she did?

so it ended up in her sock drawer, the closest secret spot she could find before she bundled up and headed to class. it wasn’t long before the note gained a few companions: reminders to get dinner started because katie would be home later and they were having friends over, the occasional good luck! on test days. sara even started leaving her own on occasion, stuck on the coffee maker or the medicine cabinet, requesting a beer run because sara was still a few months shy of 21, or just a reminder that she loved her. a few of them were even left on those pink post-it notes because she’d run out of her own and was either too busy or too stressed to go out and replace them. at some point, she couldn’t quite recall when, she stopped thinking, just reveled in the moment of reading the note before slipping it into the sock drawer.

she didn’t give it a second thought until her final days of packing for a cross-country move; sea to shining sea and all that. she pulled them out with a pair of expedition-weight socks which hadn’t seen the light of day since the temperatures rose above the forty-degree mark. within minutes, her throat swelled with soreness, brought on by the repression of emotion; a heavy marriage of nostalgia, grief, and impending loneliness. but no water would spill from her eyes; katie would be home any moment now to take her to the airport, and this was already hard enough. 

38//My childhood career choiceWhen I was in middle school I wanted to be a CSI (classic), but then in high school I decided I’d be better off playing one on tv.

39//My favorite ice cream flavorCookies and cream or coffee.

40//Who I wish I could beJoni Mitchell.

41//Where I want to be right nowOn a beach in Kauai with a cold drink :)

42//The last thing I ateCrunchwrap Supreme :/

43//Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediatelyDana Delany. Also Gillian Anderson. Why am I like this.

i | what is your sexuality?i identify as bisexual or queer.

xi | tell us about your first crush?not including dana scully? his name was eric, we played mary and joseph in the preschool nativity. i thought it was fate because i was the little mermaid and he was my prince eric.

xxiv | how do you feel about the term “queer”?i love it. i think it’s really useful for people who see their sexuality or gender as fluid. it also has a lot of history behind it; depending on what era or place you’re looking at, it can be heartbreaking or incredibly empowering.