of course it would have been great if stormpilot was explicitly canon, but we can’t really expect a huge international franchise to go from 0 to 100 like that. an ambiguous ending is the best we could ask for right now, and that’s what they gave us. no explicit canon couple at the end, just a group hug between three pals™️—honestly that’s pretty fucking tight; friendship is so underrated in pop culture. & there was the kiss between two ladies which is pretty great tbh!! of course it’s not enough, and we should keep asking, nay demanding, for more, but it won’t happen overnight and progress is progress!! so idk these are just my two cents and of course you’re entitled to your own opinion but i’m pretty happy rn personally~
i mean we got to see the boys together for the duration of the film!! all we’d been given before were bread crumbs, and they were together for the whole damn film finally and we got to see the trio all together. so idk, i’ve seen a lot of mixed reviews, but for me: i was really worried about what was gonna happen and i came out of the theater pleasantly surprised and with a smile on my face ♡
missbuster replied to your post “vortex schmortex”
I’m living in the country this winter and I just ordered snowshoes for walking the dogs. I don’t have the in-town adventures you have but we do share the same weather bubble quite often so
ms-daphne replied to your post “vortex schmortex”
@missbuster snowshoes are THE BEST THING. Global warming has given my place 4 months of rain followed by 2 months of sleet and I miss actual snow so much. It's so quiet when it snows.
[my [B’s] response, which I’m bracketing so the buggy crossposter can figure out who’s talking]: Yeah I wish I had some, I grew up using snowshoes sometimes, and actually Farmsister had some she used to walk to class in Cornell (at one point in her undergrad career she slipped on the ice in those fucking gorges so badly her femur broke her tibia, so that was pretty fucking intense). Normally, I’m on sidewalks, so there’s no point to snowshoes and they’d actually just get in the way.
My mom tried to give me her YakTrax when I was visiting a couple of weeks ago, which are those metal mesh studs you pull on over your shoes for better grip, but I turned them down because even icy concrete is really mostly concrete, and I just feel like I’d wear the trax out fast because the ice isn’t thick or omnipresent enough. Mom uses hers to walk three miles from home to her office in the town hall.
But man. I said I’d get in there today, and it’s.. well, it’s 4 now, and it’ll drop to 0 in the next couple hours, and it’s coming down hard, we’ve had about a foot, and it’s going to continue until 1pm.
With the snow, I feel like it’d be easier to walk than to try to free my car. (The plows haven’t been down my road since yesterday, and clearly, school is canceled, there’s no traffic, so who knows what kind of snow removal we’re gonna get today.) But with the cold, and the fact that literally nobody is going to have plowed, it’s likely to be an exhausting walk.
However! It being an exhausting walk means I sure won’t be too cold. As long as I’ve got no exposed skin, I’m likely to be safe enough.
I just have to get there, and I only have a couple of hours of work to do.
*sigh* I wish my bosses gave hazard pay. But, better this than the old location, where it was seven miles each way and the official policy was that we’d close if there was a driving ban but in practice that meant that employees often were expected to be there until the ban was enacted, and then were unable to leave. (That was the old boss; he literally made a guy sleep over in the store rather than letting him leave safely. To man a retail store! to which customers couldn’t come! because it wasn’t safe! it was fucking stupid. I hope the kid stayed clocked in all night.)
Anyhow this is me: I’m right in the middle between where it says “Buffalo” and “Tonawanda”, and I gotta walk through that beautiful gif at some point. Sigh.
unicornduke replied to your post “ugh it’s so hot! it’s so hot. I don’t mind so much for myself, I can...”
oh my gosh. sending good thoughts to you guys that you don't lose anymore
We made it through the day with no more fatalities. B-I-L spent almost all day out there trying different things to help them. It’s extremely likely that what killed so many of them was the fact that their waterer was in the sunshine and they wouldn’t walk in the sun to get to it, because they are market-weight slaughter-fattened chickens with no real mobility and also zero survival instinct. He spent forever determining that their water was not too hot to drink, and basically wound up shielding the pasture pens with his body, as it turned out; he managed to get a sunburn in the tiny area of body that he missed with the sunscreen this morning. He’s a bit cranky.
I drove out to Fort Plain (exit 29 on the Thruway, about 65 miles away) to pick up the just-hatched chicks for our next batch-- everyone agreed it’s Way Too Hot to mail chicks. While we were there, we picked up a batch due to be shipped to another farm an additional 30 miles east of us, so that they could just come get them at our farm instead of driving 90 miles each way. They were extremely grateful, and among all of us we lost not one chick.
the-last-hair-bender replied to your post “ugh it’s so hot! it’s so hot. I don’t mind so much for myself, I can...”
Sending you hugs. :(
Thanks! I’m not the one really really upset by it. I’m still sad, though.
missbuster replied to your post “It is so hot. It is SO HOT. ”
Oh god it is. I’m on the other side of Lake Ontario from you and I hate everything.
THIS WeATHer SUCKS
unicornduke replied to your post “It is so hot. It is SO HOT. ”
I'm going to melt tomorrow. Also I'm going to wake up at like 4 am and hopefully I won't surprise the farms I need to visit by getting there so early. stay cool!!!
I am imagining if you turned up here at 5am, what we would do. I was awake at that hour, but Whiskey-cat and I were lying in bed listening to a really elaborate and noisy squirrel serenade. I don’t think there’d be anyone to greet you. Anytime before 7, it’d be people in their PJs at best.
ms-daphne replied to your post “It is so hot. It is SO HOT. ”
Yeah also in the northeast and I am DYING.
UGHHHH
wyomingnot replied to your post “It is so hot. It is SO HOT. ”
here too. i melted a couple of times yesterday walking to/from work. not leaving the comfort of my apartment today. :)
WORST. This weather is the worst. Apparently we’re breaking records.
B-I-L, a native Midwesterner, keeps saying bemusedly, “I know I used to deal with temps like this all the time before I moved here but I guess I’m just out of practice? I might be dying.”
It turns out the weather constantly sucks in the Midwest, I hadn’t entirely realized that before now.
I’m mostly done venting about my domestic situation, and I like to think I’ve kept it funny, but I’ll cut it because that’s enough bitching for the general uninterested public. However.
I’ll also state for the record that he did my taxes last night, which is something he struggles through every year because about a decade ago the last time I tried to do my own taxes I lost my entire shit and he realized that he couldn’t just let me do that. My taxes are, for the record, pretty easy. But I also, for the record, have a pretty bad undiagnosed learning disability that makes it Literally Impossible for me to do them. So. As dudes go, he’s among the best, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a complete asshat in the kitchen.
My quest to wipe down the kitchen counters at least once a month is a lonely, lonely one.
ms-daphne reblogged your post and added:
“…using a dish towel to wipe the cast iron...
EXACTLY! Is there some kind of masculine conspiracy against nice dish towels? More generally, against putting things where they fucking go??? I too have entertained this fantasy of owning nice dish towels and fucking hiding them. I actually have a small stash of towels that friends have given me that are pretty and that I like, and someday I’ll use them in some fashion that will keep his grubby fucking mitts off them.
Mine is also constitutionally incapable of things like making decisions about whether the drapes should be open or closed. (My advanced scientific decision-making process about that is: is it dark and cold? Closed. Is it bright and warm? Open. Is the sun in your eyes? Closed. None of these criteria seem to be anything he can evaluate independently. I know he knows they open and close because he watches me operate them, but I come back from a week away and they’re exactly as I left them regardless of the weather. Last time I came home it was a sunny day and he’s fucking sitting there next to the window with all the lights on and the drapes pulled. What the fuck bro.) The other big thing is putting draft stoppers back under doors he’s opened. Nope! He’s just gonna wade through the draft and trip over the thing in the middle of the floor four thousand times per day, because kicking it back where it was apparently will trigger some kind of curse that will unman him in some way, I guess.
sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your post “[[MOR] He just turns the water on full-blast full-heat and points it...”
Why do so many people (I don’t know why it should be gender-based, but my only examples are men) completely fail to comprehend the concept of wringing out a sponge or washcloth? My husband is college educated in microbiology and still cannot wring out a sponge or segregate stuff that touched raw meat. WHY.
ARGGGGGHHHH
Or like. Not making unnecessary messes. Like, we had ravioli, and some of them burst in the water so the water was crazy oily and cheesy, and instead of dumping it through the strainer in the empty half of the sink, he drained this oily cheese water directly onto the pile of dishes that were sitting in the sink waiting to be washed. So that they were coated in cheesy grease. That didn’t have to happen, those were already-rinsed dishes just waiting for a little bit of soap and some, well, cold-ass water as it happens, but. Not if I washed next. I could have basically just wiped them down. But no, that made them need to be scrubbed instead. That didn’t have to happen. Zero part of that had to happen. (And then he did the dishes by pointing the hot water down the other half of the sink so it wasn’t even like he was rinsing the filthy cheese mess! no that was still there when he was done doing dishes! he has never wiped down the sink in his life let alone emptied the strainer basket! I actually reached over his shoulder while he was in the middle of doing dishes, pulled the full-ass sink strainer basket that was holding nasty cheese water so everything in the sink was marinating in it, dumped it into the garbage, and put it back in, and said “Maybe that will help!” because I could not help myself, and he just sort of sulked at me. THIS IS NOT ROCKET SCIENCE also you have an engineering degree which implies some awareness of physical reality??? What do I know, I’m just a flighty creative type with her head in the clouds who empties the fucking sink strainer jesus christ.)
The problem is that if I clean up messes like that, then he thinks magic happened, and if I don’t clean up messes like that, then we live in fucking squalor, and if I say something, I’m a nitpicking harpy, and if I don’t say anything, well then I get to fume.
Hence, Tumblr posts.
(Of course I scrubbed the remaining cheese residue out of the sink while I was making coffee this morning. Of course I did. I can’t fucking live like that.)
thesacredreznor replied to your post “[[MOR] He just turns the water on full-blast full-heat and points it...”
well my dad consistently loads this dishwasher in the least efficient way possible (at least as far as putting the maximum # of dishes per load) But my sister also spends about 1 minute rinsing each dish individually when washing by hand (and we're from california! it's infuriating!) so maybe it's just my fucked up family lmao.
Living with people is universally terrible, that’s just how it is. I know that’s how it is. Even people you like. And I’ve fought way worse with every other roommate I’ve ever had before this dude. So. I guess. That’s just how it is. I know I have habits that drive him nuts but I am not him so I can’t really guess. But OH MY GOD WRING OUT THE SPONGE.
I can’t live on my own, I would be a hag monster in a bog and either eat nothing or only terrible things at unpredictable intervals. I would probably be dead. So this is what I have. And it’s great, it is, but I have to bitch about it or explode.
magickedteacup replied to your post “[[MOR] He just turns the water on full-blast full-heat and points it...”
D: this whole situation would drive me nuts
It’s all terrible. Always. And yet. Somehow. I’m better-off than I would be in any other context.
ms-daphne replied to your post “I never did write anything original during November. I got as far as...”
I think it would be an interesting storytelling excercise for like all of hollywood to do this for one year. One solid year of movies being 17% male. You know, as an exercise. A cinematic etude.
Fuck yes.
Like I said, it doesn’t have to like, be a Thing. Nobody’s ever got to mention it. “What do you mean, there’s no men in this film? Chris Hemsworth’s got his shirt off in it for like, five whole minutes! There’s a whole long scene where we watch him work out!” “He dies in the second scene.” “Yes but he’s so important to the emotional arc of the film, you know?”
It’d be neat if they did this with race, too--
“What? There are totally white people in this film. Our Hero and her lithe, feisty-but-submissive Love Interest/Sidekick Boy [who will either later die to fuel her woman-pain OR will be her trophy at the end] go to the exotic, distant Suburbs to meet up with the Mystical Caucasian! Her husband prepares them traditional foods [there’s a beautifully-shot scene where our protagonists struggle to respectfully eat hot dogs suspended in gelatin and unseasoned boiled chicken breasts with no salt, played for laughs] and then imparts plot-crucial Mystical Knowledge to them, whereupon they flee, and the Suburbs are destroyed by the pursuing Big Bad. These characters are never mentioned again except in a desultory flashback where the Hero is given renewed resolve to defeat the Big Bad because of the horrible tragedy of what it did to the Suburbs.”
@ms-daphne I am! 😂 aren't they the worst?? I mean, there are plenty of things I could/should be doing right now, but I don't really want to. plus I have a headache and I'm just feeling kinda meh.
