so the weather forecast originally said it was gonna be 48F tonight, and i got in my head that this.

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so the weather forecast originally said it was gonna be 48F tonight, and i got in my head that this was going to be So Cold, and I’ve been lowkey thinking about it all day and I’d intended to finish an insulated panel but didn’t get to it.

So I got out here, dragged a carpet across the door to seal it off, clamped a spare blanket in the rafters above the bed, I have five lamps/candles burning to take the chill off, shut down all the windows and the roof hole and all… and I just checked and uh. It’s. 66 degrees out, still. It’s only going to get down in the mid-50s tonight. 

I’m ready anyway okay!!!! 

I managed to take a nap this afternoon, which is almost unprecedented, but was really necessary. (behind the cut is a really gratuitous description of a really nice nap in a beautiful ger in some lovely woods, to make up for all my freaking out about the unnatural horrors of the Wilderness last night.)

I came out to the ger and the sun wasn’t off it yet– it gets into shade after about 2pm, and there was still some dappled sun on the roof. Last night’s high winds busted the umbrella I was using up in the roof hole, and then this morning’s downpour finished it off, so my bed was soaked. I stripped the sheets and hung up the mattress padding (it’s an air mattress, so I have a comforter between it and the bedframe, and a comforter and some eggcrate foam and a padded mattress pad between it and me, because even on warm nights a cold-ass air mattress will make you goddamn miserable), and so this afternoon I put clean sheets on it (no mouse poop yay! this is why i have a spare set) and lay there and had the most glorious nap I’ve ever had, I think. There was a cold fresh breeze coming in, the sheets were so clean, the ger is so beautiful, the woods were lovely. It was just great.

That’s what I did instead of sewing insulated panels or cleaning up the junk pile next to the yurt for when some friends are coming to camp out next to me for a couple of nights this week. Whoops; today was my only day off.

I’m not sorry, though. It was goddamn glorious.

Also I went to not-church church (Unitarian Universalists), and I had some thinky thoughts about what a community center on a little colony on a remote moon might actually entail, especially if the community is almost entirely made up of refugees. You bet your ass the not-a-pastor really wants Kes to talk about his Tragic Past and Kes is going to spend thirty years avoiding talking to her about his Tragic Past.)

I’m imagining Poe in a not-church kids’ choir, okay. And I mean. That’s what I was thinking of the whole time, with the hymn-singing and baby Ben. But I was thinking of it more concretely. 

I might blow out some of these candles, it’s a little bit Vegas in this ger. 

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I loved that omg holy shit. Shara and Kes T nT my feels. Also, sorry about the frog.

I am told that is almost certainly a baby gray tree frog– they are green sometimes, especially when babies. This one would have been a tadpole not long ago, to be that size; grays are usually closer to 2″ long. They sing beautifully. Last I saw him, the froglet was crawling away across my nightstand, giving me a Look, so I have every expectation he figured out how to get back outside. The creek is only ten or fifteen feet away, and that’s his natural habitat. I worry he was really a trapped prince, though, and since I didn’t kiss him, he’s doomed to live that way. However, frogs have cool lives, so, I’m not sure he’s not better off this way. 

Feels, though: I have a lot of Feels about Shara and Kes and I’m glad other people indulge me by reading this sort of thing. :)

archwrites said: Oh no, this is so perfect, just 100% chock-full of the highest quality pure Emotions

deputychairman said: This is so lovely, oh the DamFam feels!

I got all these feels, I gotta share ‘em. 

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i like to imagine luke scrolling thru space craigslist looking for promising planets to exile himself to. “im not going to live in a fucking swamp” he says to himself, viciously

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I had a similar educated sort-of-poor upbringing, except with more science and less history (my dad is a math and computer science professor). plus my parents weren’t so anti-tv. my lack of pop culture knowledge is mostly my own fault.

LOL Poor Nerd solidarity! My point about that, though, is like– yeah, I grew up pretty seriously poor, but I am so deeply aware that that’s the kind of poverty it was, back then, relatively easy to escape. My parents entered into it knowingly, and had an escape plan and sure enough, as soon as my baby sister was in school full time, Mom got a full-time actual-career job with benefits and a pension, and we were almost instantly catapulted into the middle class. [Worth mentioning, that wouldn’t happen today and barely happened then; she only got the pension because she was already in the system from having worked fifteen years previous; new hires at that time could not get into the system anymore.] It wasn’t that it wasn’t hard, it wasn’t that there was no stress or struggle, but it was absolutely not the grinding rural poverty that we were surrounded by, that so many of my elementary school classmates were dealing with. My parents had so many tools available to them, and so we were never on the knife-edge; there was always enough to eat and clean clothes to wear and an emergency never became a disaster, nothing was ever repossessed and in the greatest extremity, we still had a good family network. We never really wanted for anything, we just didn’t have much. 

I absolutely could have sought out a lot more pop culture than I did. My older sister, nerd that she is, did a very careful and deliberate self-education in pop music to figure out what she’d missed. Baby sister got super into the neo-punk of the day, and listened to Operation Ivy’s sole CD (two EPs together) literally every morning as she got dressed to the point that she and her cat both had the whole thing memorized. Middle-little kind of turned the dial up and broke it off; she now is the type who has a television on “just for the noise” 24/7 and talks constantly about popular media figures like the rest of us are going to have any idea what any of that is. She brought up some Kanye And Kim drama over a family dinner once and we all stared at her and I was the only one who even knew who those people were, let alone why anyone would talk about them. (I’ve never heard Kim Kardashian’s voice, I only know her from gifsets and mentions, but from what I understand that’s no great loss.)

In college I had a professor who among other things taught me Photoshop, which remains the single most useful skill I learned in four years of exorbitant tuition. I forget what the rest of the class was even *about*, but he frequently talked about things like, you know, unplugging from media, thinking for yourself, escaping the casual immersion in a really warped culture that perverts all our minds, etcetera– I mean, standard stuff, and he was sort of refreshingly honest about this not being in any way original. But. 

I would say three-quarters of his lectures consisted of Simpsons references. I had never really seen the show. It took me a long time to pick up on them. This was before you could Google stuff, really (it was 2000 or 2001), so I actually had to ask my classmates what he was talking about in a couple of instances. [I think when it crystallized for me was sometime after he’d done the Worst. [blank]. Everrrr line and I was like what the fuck does that even mean and the kid next to me was like duh the Simpsons, and I was like, that’s a TV show right? and we looked at each other in the way in which characters on the Office look into the camera nowadays, I don’t know what we’d’ve called it back then and I’ve never seen the Office but I’ve seen the reference.] 

Finally I asked him, you know, if it’s so important to unplug from popular culture, then how do you know so much about the Simpsons?

And it kind of embarrassed him, but in retrospect he was a pretty smart guy. He said, the thing is, you really don’t have to be exposed to much of it to pick up on stuff like that. You can absorb some of the stuff you like and use it, you know? It’s just. It’s actually impossible not to absorb *anything* from popular culture. 

Mm-hmm, I said.

It’s a good lesson, I guess. But mostly the lesson is that any purists are usually just letting their personal tastes dictate what’s worthwhile and what’s reprehensible, so keep that in mind. 

Last night’s yurt visitor was a little more

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Last night’s yurt visitor was a little more expected. Although, since I’d blocked the door off with a hunk of carpet to keep the cold out, I’ve no idea how she got in. Hi Whiskey, be useful and scare some mice!

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Rami Malek and Oscar Isaac attend the Variety Studio at TIFF Presented by Airbnb during the Toronto International Film Festival, in Canada on September 11, 2016.

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AW I did not know how badly I needed to see a photo of the two of them together until this very moment how did you know!!!!!!

Same height. that was the thing i was going with. Similarish build, similar hairline, approximately similar coloring, don’t really look at all alike, but for some reason I’m utterly convinced that in uniform nobody could tell Iolo and Poe apart and it was so dumb and yet hilarious.

Maybe I need to finish that story I started months ago, where Iolo visits Poe on a school break and hilarity ensues. (Mostly, Kes is like, wait, Poe, this *isn’t* your boyfriend? Why is this not your boyfriend? are you blind or something? is something wrong with you? and Iolo maybe dies a little but also is utterly vindicated.) 

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Growing up my parents made me believe that someone turning a light on in the car while I’m driving was going to be a much bigger issue in my life than it actually is.

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Same height. that was the thing i was going with. Similarish build, similar hairline, approximately similar coloring, don’t really look at all alike, but for some reason I’m utterly convinced that in uniform nobody could tell Iolo and Poe apart and it was so dumb and yet hilarious.

Maybe I need to finish that story I started months ago, where Iolo visits Poe on a school break and hilarity ensues. (Mostly, Kes is like, wait, Poe, this *isn’t* your boyfriend? Why is this not your boyfriend? are you blind or something? is something wrong with you? and Iolo maybe dies a little but also is utterly vindicated.) 

I mean, I tagged you for the exact reason that I cannot unsee (defancast? idk) Rami Malek as Iolo, which is all your fault (for which, thanks! no, I mean really, sincerely, thanks. it’s great!) And I can see the potential resemblance - it’s not super obvious here because Oscar’s all grey and beardy, but clean-shaven and mentally adjusting hairstyles, it’s there. Not in any particular details, but in the overall effect? It’s the jawline, I think, and, like, a general impression of striking, emotive eyes? Age him down and give them matching undercuts and put them in a sea of identically-uniformed cadets, and I buy it even more.

And also I am unreasonably, intensely invested in your Iolo and his history with your Poe, and I saw this photo and was immediately like ‘oh man, how secretly resentful is Poe when he’s coming right up on forty and greying, and Iolo’s like sixty and still twentysomething in human years?’

(“I’d still hit that,” Iolo says, joking, but with a pointedness honed and calibrated by literally twenty years of friendship stubbornly lacking in those particular benefits.

“Right, because what I need is another much-younger lover to keep up with,” Poe grouses. “What are you trying to do, kill me?”)

So, um, now I’m apparently writing fic of your fic. How about I stop that now, sorry.

i don’t know how to have a conversation on this stupid platform without cluttering up the reblogs so fuck itreplies don’t work on my phoneand i can’t copy-paste tags either so tag convos are kind of a non-starterso i guess everybody just has to put up with me writing all over their posts sorry folks oh tumblrwhy so shit?

yeah replies don’t work on phones, i have to save everything up and do it on my computer, and that’s only doable because i don’t do much on here, LOL. 

Sorry, anyone who follows me, this is just gonna get clunky. If you’re not into it, I can recommend xkit’s PostBlock feature! :) If you are into it, I’ll do a replies roundup if you leave one!

What I think is really funny is that IRL Rami is… three years younger than Oscar? Two? Not significantly younger. 1981 birthdate, to Oscar’s 1979. So they are actually really close in age. It’s just Isaac’s choice to go naturally gray that’s making him appear older. Their faces are even similarly weathered, if you look. 

They’re not particularly similar-looking, but I was thinking about my experiences with this at school, and often I had a friend I’d get confused with– and it was superficial stuff that did it for people, like us both being blonde and round-faced and of similar heights and builds. The two of them having dark hair and strong jaws and big eyes and being the same height would be plenty, especially if they had the same haircut and uniform. 

(Poe and Bolt, however, do resemble one another uncannily, and since Iolo’s still twentysomethingish-looking…) 

Poe knows better than to resent Iolo’s looks, but you’re right, having twentysomethings to keep up with, he’s probably going to be a little grumpy about it. And Iolo’s absolutely going to give him shit for it, and also point out that it’s not an impediment as far as he’s concerned…

Added awkwardness: during that school visit, Iolo pointed out to Poe that Kes was not an unattractive man. (Keshians just don’t think of age the way we do, and Kes is only twenty years older than Poe.) And that sort of traumatized Poe. If it hadn’t been a terrible situation when they met again just now, Iolo probably would have observed that, shit, Kes is still hot. 

I just went looking for the excerpt and I know I posted it before, I remember that I did. Anyway. I don’t think I posted this one. 

“Papa,” Poe was saying, and went on in Iberican. Iolo caught the words lloviendo and, later, selva, which he thought meant raining and forest respectively.

Kes laughed, and answered him. Iolo made it as far as the doorway, just as Kes bent over Poe, who was sitting at the kitchen table, and kissed him on the top of his head. Poe laughed, and put his arms around his father’s waist and held on. Kes straightened up as Poe pulled him in, and stood with his hand on Poe’s head, tousling his hair.

Which– whoa– was a mass of tight, tousled curls. Iolo had never seen Poe’s hair look like that. He knew Poe fought with it sometimes in the humidity– he did too, a little– but he had no idea it was to this extent.

Kes noticed Iolo then, and smiled broadly. He had a really friendly face, like and yet unlike Poe’s; Iolo hadn’t really taken him in, last night. He was big, long-legged and broad-shouldered in a way Poe really wasn’t; his hair was salt-and-pepper, close-cropped, and his beard was still black, very exactingly trimmed. He had dark, dark eyes, deeper-set than Poe’s and a little hooded.

Iolo swallowed hard. For Keshians, age wasn’t as significant a factor as for humans, and Poe’s dad was really hot. He hadn’t forseen that at all. “Hey,” he said.

“Good morning,” Kes said, and Poe yanked back a little, turning to look. Kes ruffled his hair again, and let him go.