THIS USED TO BE A GLEE BLOG NOW IT'S A SHAMELESS BLOG #SORRYNOTSORRY
You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since - on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be.
Thinking about Ian and Mickey sitting on the couch watching a movie or something and Ian's hand is resting on the cushion between them, and Mickey reaches over and holds onto Ian's index finger. Just wraps his whole hand around it. And Ian's like 🥺 and he loves it so much that sometimes when they're walking instead of holding Mickey's hand he points his finger out between them and Mickey rolls his eyes but takes it and holds it as they walk. Anyway Mickey's hands are kinda small and Ian would never shame him over it but he would totally take advantage and find it incredibly sweet that Mickey can just hold his index finger like that. It becomes Ian's favorite way to hold hands.
b) once burnout hits you CANNOT work that hard, by your standards, so odds are it actually hit a while ago and you just “powered through” because that’s what you’re used to doing. So now, every day, you’re hitting your limit and thinking “wtf man i used to be able to do this, i used to be competent, clever, diligent” and like yeah. you were. and that burns glucose. welcome to the dumb bitch zone.
I think we have all forgotten the roots of the tradition.
It's not "give me a treat". It's trick or treat. You might get a trick. You might get a treat. That's the nature of the holiday. Advise your children accordingly.
no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons
I love how folks engaged in the MCU discourse keep treating “costumed superheros play a similar role in contemporary popular culture that heroic demigods have historically” and “most prominent examples of costumed superhero media are state-funded corporate propaganda” as though they’re mutually exclusive positions. Like, you think the Iliad isn’t a propaganda piece?