I’m curious do any of you have a favourite guest character? Either minor crew, alien of the week, villian or someone from the books (any Voy book).
What did you like about them? Do you wish the character was developed more? Who did they interact with and who would you have liked to see them interact with?
For me I’m going to pick Tal Celes!
A Bajoran crewmen from season six. Episodes, The Good Shepherd and The Haunting of Deck Twelve!
I loved that she was less super woman and more everyday girl! She interacted with KJ and I love the dynamics and contrast between the two ladies! I really think she could have been used more, she had a short scene with Harry, too short, but so cute and funny. I would have shipped them. I would have liked to see Celes become more confident and share more about her past, why she’s so anxious. Perhaps she could have found a role better suited for her. She could have been the one who regular, everyday women relate too.
Who else? He’s tall dark and handsome, silent and mysterious, tough and loyal, and I could make up a thousand headcanons for Ayala, most of them dirty.
Seska
Goddess of duplicity and femme fatale in space. She could have been the Dukat of Voyager. Instead, they stuck her with the Kazon and killed her. Sigh.
*makes grabby hands* Gods, I wish they’d kept Seska. She was interesting. And Ayala and Tal Celes definitely deserved so much more than they got.
For me: Mezoti. Awesome kid, could have been even more awesome if they’d let her stay. She was adapting well to life on Voyager, she and Naomi could have been best friends and unholy terrors, and just. *makes lots of frustrated noises*
Tansy. It’s lovely, and forms a neat clump, and then seeds itself around your garden with about seven million tiny seeds, 150% of which germinate. Please help, I’m drowning in tansy over here.
Iris. Old fashioned iris, to be specific. Orris root, dried, is used to fix perfumes in potpourri and perfumery.
Soapwort.
Many old-fashioned roses, which will sucker all over the place into an impenetrable thorn hedge. (My Goal around the yard, and why I planted Hansa, which is doing a lovely job of it. Also, tasty hips and flowers.)
Zucchini. Any squash, to be fair.
Daylilies.
(All parts edible, buds and root bulbs particularly tasty. Form neat clumps and will outlive you, your house, and possibly the human race)
Hollyhock. Decorative and edible. Ground root is a good dress for bruises, swellings, and ulcers.
Ostrich fern. Loves shady damp spots like Genghis Khan likes conquering, and the fiddleheads in spring are absolutely delicious.
Wild grape.
Chives.
Wormwood; similar situation to the tansy. Please send help.
Fennel and dill, which, if you let go to seed, will seed themselves like tansy.
Violets; delicious and indestructible.
Yarrow.
Cucumbers ARE a squash, btw.
Note to self: plant chives in the center of the garden this year.
(Because I don’t know what to do with some of the rest, it’s a low garden and all food stuffs, and squash are not this year damnit after last year’s too many cucumbers to eat them all. Also, yarrow is a little bastard that is never allowed in my garden again because around here it outcompetes mint, and I already have a very persistant enemy in the ground ivy.)
hey if you identify as a woman and you don’t shave your legs everyday and let your stubble grow free and natural for long periods of time could you reblog or like this post, I’m trying to make a point here, cause apparently I’m a weirdo for not shaving for weeks or months at a time
I haven’t shaved since last summer #fightme
I honestly cannot remember the last time I shaved my legs.
I think it may have been 2015.
I mean, I’m definitely a weirdo, but it’s hardly because of that.
… I have never shaved my legs. And I’ve never felt I’m terribly strange for that. *shrugs*
Hes not used to it down. All the Wakandan kids keep it up in braids all the time.
As someone who keeps their hair up constantly, this. So much this if I leave it down even for a few hours. (Granted, I keep mine up because it’s to my knees and left loose it’s a disaster waiting to happen. I still keep pushing it back when it’s loose because it’s weird and difficult and what the heck am I supposed to do with loose hair?)
“so you mean to tell me you go to town to walk around the shops and that’s it?”
*in a familiar area* “where to ____” “idk sorry”
*tries to balance weighted lap pad on my shoulder as I sleep*
Fucking mood
Welp. The wandering thing is new but EXPLAINS SO MUCH.
Nesting, yup. Hording all the things. (Ok, stuffed animals and toy cars and lego and so. much. fiber stuff.) Taking things apart, not so much. Half-build them and then wander on to something else a lot, though.
Wandering… *wobbles hand* I tend to be very focused on where I want to go unless I’m somewhere without people. Because people. Just. Nope. Nopenopenope.
*snerks* I write shit down to attempt to remember, and then fuck if I can remember where things are written down. My memory is my phone and my laptop and my iPod and my external hard drives, and my wetware is just used to access it. And then there are the things I do remember, which are varied and eclectic and awesome and while I can tell you what happened at Henry V of England’s coronation in 1413, I can’t tell you what I was doing last month without going to find what I bothered to write down on my tumblr.
And pressure on my body. I turn the A/C up at night in the summer to justify having four blankets on top of me so I can sleep.
I wonder how many people actually fall all the way down the rabbit hole from “I’m gonna take up crochet or knitting” to “a drop-spindle is inexpensive; what if I tried spinning some yarn” to “oh look you can get a rigid heddle loom for less than a new gaming console let’s learn to weave” to “fuck it let’s move to the mountains and raise alpacas”
Crochet hooks in the sewing basket, mom knits, drop spindles are in the chest in the other room, the rigid heddle loom is with mom, and it’s tempting to add alpacas to list of things for the ideal living space. Not to the point of being able to move somewhere with enough room to raise ‘em, though.
Boy bands are almost overwhelmingly cultivated around the easiest way to sell shit to young girls, which very heavily leans into societally dominant heterosexual love story narratives, which in themselves tend to focus on specific attitudes towards gender roles, presentation, and styles of attraction.
Bi women are not straight so we do not conceptualize our gender and attraction the same way a straight woman would because we do not function under the same societal pressures and dynamics. Ergo, the marketing around and content within the songs by many boy bands can be incredibly alienating to a bi woman audience even if they still experience attraction to men because we often do not experience that attraction in a way palpable to or even considered by those cultivating the public image of these bands.
Accusing Mara Wilson, a bi woman, of bi erasure, for sharing an amusing anecdote on her own experience, is ridiculous. But it is also an incredible disservice to bi women like myself who are more than acutely aware that we are (and always have been) a far cry from this media’s target audience – and it is, in fact, a demonstration of the effects of bi erasure that people so stalwartly align us with heterosexuality that we’re accused of erasing ourselves when we talk about our alienation from mainstream m/f-focused media.
As another bi woman, I had to blink and think if I even know any boy bands.
I don’t.
Same. I spent a solid 10 minutes trying to remember any boy bands *ever* and drew a massive blank.
Bi as fuck over here.
Ace lesbian, couldn’t even name a boy band. COULD name a dozen baritones / bass-baritones anytime, though. I just fucking despised pop music even as a teen.
Aro-ace, and while I can remember a couple of boy bands from when I was younger, I’m pretty sure I listened to some of their music as part of my “anything and everything made in the late 90s/early 00s, because I would like something NOT MY PARENTS MUSIC, not even remotely”. None of it is was anything that stuck with me.
(Granted, neither did anything else that involved romance or sex, beyond being able to tolerate it. Love songs do not make it into my most played play lists, and never have, even when I was doing the dating thing because it was expected by my own conception of how society worked.)
i sincerely just got an e-mail alert from fanfiction.net letting me know that a draco/hermione fic i subscribed to in the tenth fucking grade just updated for the first time in six years and it really feels like my devastatingly uncool fifteen-year-old self just traveled through time to punch me in the face
Reblog for that ancient WIP you still hold out hope for updating today.
Someday I am going to update the ones that are 15 years old and make all my now geriatric fans drop dead of a heart attack. 🙂
same, fellow fannish granny. same.
*Turns and stares at, like, three of you*
*polishes the gilded frisbee that serves as a halo*
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