mostly I'm sick, and my cat is sick, and life is stressful, and in general I'm bad at posting more than the occasional random bits of things - but fannishness persists, I am enjoying things still
Things I'm watching regularly-ish:
- Paradise
- High Potential
- Critical Role campaign 4
- The Pitt
- a lot of assorted YouTube
I am also:
- once again attempting to finish Mass Effect 3
- trying to vid? trying...
- reading through my Untamed fic bookmarks for the 11th time
I think to me a pairing has to *not* a) be canon, b) have a substantial body of pairing-focused fic, c) be widely liked in the fandom, d) be a common part of the fandom conversation. (Which is maybe narrow criteria, but that's what makes it rare.)
For me it's a combo - sometimes (as you mention) a small fandom will have little fic for its top pairings; sometimes in big fandoms, pairings that are Tumblr popular, canon, etc. don't have much fic focusing on them. I wouldn't count either of those types as rarepairs.
Star Trek Voyager, [someone's personal website], 14/15
I can't remember which website specifically? I'm pretty sure I got there from a GeoCities webring, so who knows
(Source: I have tested dozens of candles for my job, lmk if brand recs would help?)
The only things you can really do on your end to prevent tunneling are a) burning for at least 2 hours the first time you light a candle, and b) consistently trimming down the wick to about 1/4" before you light it. After that, it mostly comes down to wax type and brand quality.
pฤ czki day tomorrow ๐ฉ๐๐ฉ๐
A large aquarium tank of small golden orange and white fish. Written in rainbow colors on the tank: "your love brings COLOUR into my life!"
Valentine's Day at a very on theme aquarium
I don't have any dahlias this year (so far), but I'll have seasonal cycles of sweet peas, poppies, snapdragons, daisies, coneflowers, zinnias, sunflowers, roses, plus the marigolds and pansies - and nasturtiums, which are underrated as a cut flower. I think our house should be set for bouquets. ๐
When I first set up my mom's raised bed backyard garden, I planted a lot of vegetables, but these days I'm pretty focused on cut flowers. Smol cut flowers, even! I'm doing four varieties each of pansies and marigolds this year, and they'll all feature in windowsill vases.
An assortment of seed packets, clockwise from top left: America variety sweet peas from The Farmhouse Flower Farm, Van Gogh Fantasy Mix sunflowers from Sunflower Steve Seed Co., Zowie Yellow Flame zinnias from Swallowtail Garden Seeds, Strawberry Fields and High Scent sweet peas from Songbird Seed Co., Tip Top Mahogany nasturtiums from Baker Creek, and Bunny Tail grass and Ms. Marilyn forget-me-nots from 3 Porch Farm
It will be spring soon (plz), and so here are some things I'm looking forward to growing this year!
My mom is also looking forward to having tomatoes in her yard again (I'm the only gardener in this family), and a return of the night blooming garden I planted for her in 2020. Soon!
A gray cat with white paws, stretched out on a gray and white blanket.
A gray cat with a white mustache and green eyes, curled up on my lap out on the porch, turned to look at the camera. Her purple harness is mostly hidden by her fur.
#petdeath I was one of her favorites, which made things a little complicated when I moved home with three cats in tow. (You know you're loved by a cat when they pee mark everywhere you've ever slept, sat, or breathed.) I'm pretty sure she never stopped seeing Louis as a thief and an interloper.
A gray cat with a white mustache, her face surrounded by the big green leaves of hosta plants.
#petdeath We said goodbye to my dad's cat Zoe today, which ... has some emotional layers to it! She was a tiny, opinionated old lady who spent most of her senior years napping on his pillow. She was seventeen, and it was a good long life full of snuggles. ๐งก
she loves sports in general and the olympics in particular, but this family has only ever produced one early bird and it is not her. if early mornings have no haters, she is dead.
wait until spring hits and she discovers anew I'm a porch coffee sunrise person in the warm seasons
my mom, watching me descend the stairs at 6am with a frankly insulting degree of amazement: what are you doing up??? is something wrong???
my mom:
my mom: this is because of the olympics, isn't it
she went from "are you okay" to "would not be me" on a dime
I'm not sure if your DMs are enabled, but I DMed you!
I finished (actually got to the playable end of) BP last summer, and recently I started a replay - and I almost immediately found a huge piece of the story I had somehow missed the first time. A *huge* piece. Just walked right by it all that time. The dotted line probably does mean something!!
This is the quiestest my yard has ever been. Not a squirrel in sight. No bird call of any kind. Just gently falling snow and a giant predator perched on my power line
Pheasant update: he left for a bit, then came flying back. Maybe with a friend? I had a second to think, "oh great, not a *flock* of pheasants," before realizing his "friend" was a red-tailed hawk.
Now I have a hawk stalking my backyard, hoping pheasant is on the menu.
They're beautiful birds, my cat is glued to the window, and I wouldn't care if it did decide to live here for the winter, but ... my yard does already belong to a dog that loves chasing wildlife, so ... either this is going to be temporary, or there's going to be *so much* barking in February
The largest ring-necked pheasant I've ever seen appears to be setting up shop in my yard. Yesterday it hopped the fence several times to tour the available real estate; today it's posted up under the viburnum making the most godawful sounds.
Same. My mom and I both yelled when we hit the twist, because, *what*, but also, that poor kid
if the arctic blast > snowstorm > arctic blast weather continues for even one more week, I'm going to have to figure out alternative entertainment strategies, like introducing him to TikTok or teaching him to knit
A very bored yellow dog stares pleadingly at the camera, an orange ball between his white-socked feet. In the background, an orange cat lounges on a cat scratcher, content.
Throw ball? Throw ball indoors? Throw ball?? Throw ball?????
In that case, as far as we could tell he had been directed to do so by the company, who possibly stranded us temporarily rather than pay a dollar of overtime to a driver. And we were only stuck in a tiny gas station parking lot surrounded by dark cornfields for about an hour, so there's that
This reminds me of the time I was taking a Mega Bus from Louisville to Chicago, and the driver got off the highway in Indiana farmland after dark and made us get off the bus because he had gone over hours and we would have to wait for a new driver to arrive
#911ABC All of this is completely beside the absurdity of the Hen storyline - they haven't had any idea what to do with her since they kicked her out of medical school, so now Hen refuses to get diagnosed by a doctor, and everyone forgets her birthday. It's *so bad*.
I'm done here, I think
#911ABC I was already mad *before* they turned out to be unicorn hunters, and then I was livid. I had to talk to my mom about so many things afterward to backspace over this episode's harmful trope speedrun, and I will not be doing any more kitchen presentations on queer stereotypes. I won't do it
#911ABC I haven't been fully invested in this show for a while, but the Buck plot this week kicked it right off my Thursday schedule. Eddie wasn't even *around* for Buck 1.0, but Buck taking home multiple numbers in the bisexual lighting club is "just Buck"? Buck dates multiple people at once now?
