I was the monarch of a country that had somehow fucked up its agriculture and environment and so upon taking the throne, I needed to marry someone who could help me fix it. So I married @kawuli.
The wedding was in a greenhouse at work, and I spent the entire time wondering how we were supposed to kiss with masks on.
how does pedro pascal in narcos (or, well, in your gifs from narcos, i have not seen the show) perfectly embody a specific brand of "complete fucking disaster of a human being" and WHY do i find that so hot??????
Javi is a surprisingly competent disaster that copes with his bad decisions by making more bad decisions. At least he means well...most of the time.
As for the rest, I mean, he certainly wears it well.
kawuli said: man, if you find a particularly good one lmk. I’m using a combination of Trello, google docs, and Standard Notes and they’re all kind of okay but none of them are great. I liked evernote but not enough to pay $$$ for it and the free version is very limited. (it also has itunes disease where it wants to do everything)(not as bad as itunes but enough to be irritating)
huh. i used evernote waaay back in like, 2011, but totally forgot about it for some reason (i think the Mac client was dodgy for a bit?). checking it out now, this is very close to what i want—jot a note, optionally group the note in a notebook so you can put all your notes on the topic in one place, done. the aesthetics aren’t quite optimal but i’m still gonna tool around with this for a bit, thanks!
tototavros said: can’t do all 4, if you can sacrifice 1 (either browser or fast) then i’ve got some
now i’m curious :P what note-taking app works if i sacrifice fast?
kawuli replied to your post “I've never really been persuaded by the idea that after Jack OD'd, he...”
GOD just kill me why don't you
HAVE A FIC SNIPPET
"Hey," Jack says.
Kent puts down the sandwich he's holding and scrambles upright, pressing his phone more closely to his ear. "Jack!" he says, wishing he could disappear into the phone like someone from The Matrix, instantly be where Jack is. "They're letting you use the phone?"
"They let me out," Jack says with a little laugh. "I'm in their outpatient program now. I'm at home."
"Oh my god, holy shit." A smile is trying to split Kent's face in two. "Dude, that's so--I am so happy for you. You got out. I'm so glad."
"Yeah, well." Jack sounds tired. "Still a lot of work to do. I have to go back in every day, for therapy or group or to meet with their nutritionist. And no hockey. Papa hid all my skates. I looked."
"Shit, for serious? That's such bullshit."
"I have..." Jack makes a sound like he's doing a complicated equation in his head. "They have goals they want me to meet before they think it's safe for me to play again. Right now I'm only allowed an hour of exercise a day."
"Oh my god. I'll come there and break you out as soon as I get my first paycheck."
"No, it's okay." But Jack sounds like the offer pleases him. "I can put up with it for now. How about you? How's your team?"
"Psh. Boring. Nobody on it who compares to you."
"Except you," Jack says.
Kent makes another noise, Psssh. "Seriously, fuck everything. Wish I was back in the Q. I miss you so much, dude."
"I miss you too," Jack says, and Kent carries it with him all week.
I slept five hours last night but I still managed to write a thousand words this morning! They're most likely garbage, but that's what the first draft is for, and when you've only slept five hours you take what you can get anyway so.