“An idea is not a series, and jokes are not characters [...] A story is only a story if (a) it's about someone (singular or plural) who wants something and (b) something's in hi (or their) way. And it's a story worth telling only if (c) the reader has reasons to care about (a) and (b).”
—Mark Waid, on the creation of INSUFFERABLE (and also giving some print-this-out-and-hang-it-on-the-wall-where-you-work advice for writers.)
Insufferable | Simon, Adrian + Joss
For a man of such small stature, especially compared to Adrian himself, Simon sure housed a lot of emotions. The two men were walking towards Adrian’s tea shop now, which had been temporarily closed, seeing as both his slaves, wait, employees were in jail and Adrian was trying to think of a tea to give the other man. Chamomile would be too mild and he was not sure if Simon was actually calm enough for the tea to work it’s slow magic on him.
Unlocking and pushing the door open, they both stepped inside and Adrian moved towards his collection, trying to decide on what to give him.
“Do you have a preference today or would you like me to surprise you?” he asked, more out of courtesy than anything. It took him awhile, but Adrian already knew what he was going to be giving the man.
holy fuck, it is too hot here
ugh. like, what the hell is seattle?
wearing what was originally sold as a “chemise” (aka a nightgown) right out of the house as a dress, feeling only slightly ashamed about that. i’m really more embarrassed that i bought it from urban outfitters and therefore paid far too much for it.
also, today at work i met a lady who could have been really genuinely useful to my career but she didn’t give me a business card and googling “people named susan in seattle” is probably a fruitless endeavor so we all know that i’ll never get anywhere in life and/or business. MY LIFE IS SO HARD.
STFU Parents. A blog for those who are sick of having the old smug patronising insufferable "you'll-know-the-miracle-of-children-when-you-have-them-but-until-then-consider-yourself-implicitly-invalid" chestnut trotted out on them.
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The irony of this is not lost on me.
a couple days ago at work one of the 16 year olds asked me what i did the night before and i said i went downtown and her eyes got all huge and she was like, “clubbin’? did you go clubbin’?”
and i said no i did drugs and went to borgore yeah and she was like, “girl, you twerk? you like twerkin’ it?”
and she and the other girl were like laughing at themselves so i laughed and said no and she got all serious like she didn’t expect me to know what that meant.
like, i’m not really sure what i thought being 20 meant at 16, but i had a pretty good idea and it didn’t mean being adult and responsible and stuff.
anyways she asked if i went to luau louies and i just laughed and walked away
ha ha ha
no, you can have your ~teen night~ at luau louies, give me a BREAK
