Oh grey Feburary

Feb 04, 2020 10:12


 I always forget what an endless slog of grey February is. Constant cloud cover even when there isn't rain or snow. I spend the month half-asleep. I'm in the second week of K's work trip and that's certainly contributing to my February gloom. We're doing ok, but it's just a lot trying to keep everything afloat. If I've worn my Critical Role sweatshirt for three days in a row, who's to call me out on that, huh? Strong tea and whole tablespoons full of honey roasted peanut butter have been consumed in abundance.

I wasn't on here when The Magicians season four finale went down, and it's probably for the best because I was incandescent with rage and there would have been a lot of incomprehensible and profanity filled rants. Season five is airing now and I keep seeing gifsets pop up on tumblr, there's one where Eliot tells Alice about the mosaic and Alice tells Eliot that she's sure Q was in love with him and I just. I JUST. NO YOU CANNOT HAVE THEM BE IN LOVE AFTER YOU'VE KILLED ONE OF THEM THAT IS NOT AN OKAY STORY TO TELL THAT IS QUEER TRAGEDY AND YOU COULD HAVE HAD AN AMAZING QUEER LOVE STORY AND INSTEAD INSTEAD INSTEAD YOU HAD THE SUICIDAL MAIN CHARACTER SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND

Yeah, ok, the rage continues to incandesce.

I'm a few episodes behind on Critical Role because I've been putting off Caleb's three episode long dissociative event, but Laura Bailey just won D&D with superb trickery of a villain and her DM and so I have got to get there to listen. I might even watch the VOD of that one -  I usually listen to the podcast, both because I can do other things while I listen and because I have more trouble processing the audio while also watching everyone, but, often I watch after I've listened through and there are sweet details and character insights that don't come across in just the podcast.

I have a dozen errands to run but what if I just....sat here.....and drank tea and worked on a story? And then read a book? WHAT IF

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peaches and plums motherfucker, mighty nope, fiction on paper, the thing itself and not the myth, no going to the lighthouse

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