star stable: can make a pretty decent sidestory quest line in a couple of weeks/a month while micromanaging everything else in a weekly manner, churns out new horses without much difficulty in a fairly short amount of time, adds new attractive clothing often, pays attention to community events and social media accounts, (occasionally) listens to feedback, develops an app that allows you to raise a foal without difficulty, fixes glitches almost immediately, amazing cutscenes for such a limited engine, adds new animations to the player character and NPCS, basically the MMO Dream Team
also star stable: refuses to even touch the main story line for 3 years
wet dream: being financially stable enough that my honey and I can take impulsive trips to New York, spend weekends in fancy hotels, and buy pretty lingerie for me to wear in said hotels. there is a jacuzzi bath tub and the sheets are made of silk. the skyline is gorgeous at night with the curtains drawn.
Pre-MI6 Bond was a test subject for Project Somnacin, and one of the few agents who could maintain a stable dream. Even after the Project was discontinued, MI6 has 007 running a particular brand of interrogation: trial and error. Because when you die in a dream, you just wake up.
But Silva refuses to crack. And with the clock ticking, they must think of more creative ways find out what he’s done with the list. M wants an extraction. James believes it to be academic theory only. Q is an extremely quick study.
I’m pretty unshakable in my mindset of never wanting kids or marriage for the next 7-10 years. But tonight I had a moment and I thought about how old I am. 23. And I looked in the mirror at my messy after-work-bun and sweatpants and Disney Olaf crew neck. And I thought about how beautiful my life might be if I was married. About how I would have just tucked a little toddler in a bed somewhere. And how tired I was from such a long day of parenting. And how beautiful it would be in crawl in bed next my my husband.
And all of that hit me. All of that stability. And I let myself imagine a full life and I held onto that daydream tight. For just a little bit.
And now I’m melancholy for a life I don’t really want because even though I don’t want it. It’s a stable dream. Solid. Stable. There’s purpose to it. There’s a reason to wake up each day. A husband and a child and a happy little life.