I need to know how the meeting with the new guy went!!! Did you make it through it okay?! I can't even concentrate on work today ><
I haven’t even had a minute with him yet. I only got to confirm that he exists and request his access for one of the system he will use. I’m supposed to have a 1-on-1 with him but he’s busy with HR paperwork and NDAs and shit I have no idea. Like other people are busy with him and I’m just having my own little EXO party by myself I guess I’ll talk to him when I talk to him idkkkkkkkk
i don't think i have words for how happy it makes me to know that the story ideas i've carried within me for years and years and years don't erode or disappear but, rather, just grow and strengthen and sharpen with the passing of time. when they're ready to be told, they'll come out so richly and gloriously true. a truth that could only come from me.
more so than if i'd forced them out on to the page before their time.
nothing canon era fic writers could come up with will ever be as cruel as modern au fic writers putting these guys in the most basic modern scenarios. like he was born to live & die by the blade, his story was over before it began. and you made him take the bus and work a 9 to 5 job
So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).
And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.
this is probably the best take I’ve heard so far on the debate of people being told that they aren’t having enough ‘compassion’ for billionaires making bad decisions and paying the obvious consequences for it
If this life taught me anything. It's... take things slow. Drag out that trip to the park. Stop to smell each type of daffodil you encounter--they all smell differently btw. Cruise with the windows down so you can catch whiffs of blossoming wisteria in the air. Be kind in a world so unforgiving. Try, and fail. Try some more. Be courageous enough to learn something new. Cry on their shoulder. Call your father. Tell someone you admire their resilience. Appreciate the past versions of yourself. Accept the shame. Grieve as long as you must. Take pride in the person you are becoming. In a place where they want you to hate yourself, dare to delve into self love.
Dick: I can’t wait to go home, have a bowl of cereal, and go to sleep.
Duke: Lucky, I have patrol in like, two hours. No sleep for me. What’re you going to do when you get home, Jason?
Dick: Wait! Let me guess. Crack open a beer, order in Chinese food, and fall asleep on the couch watching a gritty action movie.
Jason, fully planning on having a lavender scented bubble bath while drinking vanilla earl grey tea and watching Pride and Prejudice: … Something like that.