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I'm kind of nervous doing this since I've only done this like, once before (despite all my years on Tumblr) and it was anonymously, but hi, I really, really like your Chaleigh fics. You probably get that a lot but they are absolute goddamn works of art and are literally inspiring all my muses as I read them. I remember reading through a ton of them a few years back before dropping out of Pacific Rim for a while, and honestly, rereading them now, they're definitely a must read if you're big on Pacific Rim (and Chaleigh)

Literally, they are reawakening the fanfic writer in me. I have so many ideas that I want to write inspired by your fics. A throwaway line from "Here a Dragon, There a Dragon" and I find myself plotting out a domestic future fic spin off because I cannot resist. Your works are a blessing and a gift and I just wanted to let you know (and set myself up to share all the ideas that your AUs and writing inspires because I need an outlet and what better place-)

Thank you so, so much for reaching out to tell me this! I am so stoked to hear that people are still reading and ENJOYING my work! I keep telling myself I'll finish all my in-progress fics someday, and posts like these make me think maybe I should.

I've been writing original stuff the past couple of years, but fanfic will always be near and dear to my heart, and Pacific Rim will ALWAYS be my fandom of choice, so I'm glad to know that you're there, too.

I'm seriously grinning SO HARD right now. Seriously. THANK YOU.

Eeeeeee!

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So I did a thing.

A weird and expensive thing. Let me explain.

No. There is too much. Let me sum up.

I’ve always wanted to go to a big fandom conference, just once. I know it’s too much (not to mention too expensive) to ever go again, but I always wanted to go the once. Experience all the things. ComicCon San Diego was my dream con, but I knew that one was out of reach. And all the local ones (I live in the middle, where there’s practically nothing) are small-time and not worth the money unless you’re just REALLY into the thing you’re going to see. Like Pacific Rim, which had no cons anywhere even remotely near here.

So I figured it was a bucket list tick that might never get checked off. No big, right?

Fast forward to Season 14 of Supernatural. I heard they were finally ending the series in the 15th season and thought, “Hey, they’re actually getting to wrap it up right instead of being cancelled. Maybe I should finally watch it.”

Yes. I didn’t start watching Supernatural until the last season was in the works. Sue me. Those TV bastards have burned me too many times on too many cut-off series, okay?

So I started watching and then... COVID hit. They stopped filming. The bastards got me anyway, dammit.

And then, after they started filming again, I found out how the show actually ended and balked. HARD. I’d already watched enough to know who was my favorite lead character, and I was not pleased. What was even the point? Why did I start this, anyway?

So I struggled through Season 7 (my least favorite except for all the Dick jokes and the introduction of Charlie), enjoyed the Mark of Cain and Demon!Dean and, of course, Rowena, etc. etc. But by about Season 13 or so, it started being so unrelentingly grim that I eventually stopped watching about halfway through 14. Especially knowing how it ended, I was just burnt out. Couldn’t do it.

Fast forward again to earlier this year. I’ve had a lot of big changes this year, as I mentioned a while ago. New job, new house, new insurance (which meant running out of my meds because it didn’t kick in fast enough to cover the gap, which meant me having a very bad month in there somewhere). In all the hubbub, I got to wondering about that last season of Supernatural.

I’m not a completionist. I’m really not. But I hate leaving something I’ve invested so much time in unfinished. I wasn’t a superfan or anything, but I do like the characters and the monster-of-the-week format and most of the overarching storylines, etc. It’s solid entertainment, and one hell of an accomplishment to have lasted that long and still have such a huge fandom.

So I went back to the beginning and started over. And this time, I got all the way through.

I won’t talk about the ending. It is what it is.

But because I just watched it again, my Instagram feed has been filled with Supernatural ads and posts, and I saw that there’s a Supernatural con in Austin, TX in August 2024.

Austin isn’t THAT far away. It’s the closest one all year, anyway. Driving distance, even.

And there was a sale on all ticket purchases before the weekend.

And I’ve always wanted to go to a con.

So I slept on it, then did the thing. I bought a ticket to go to a Supernatural con in 2024. I’M GOING TO A CON. FINALLY.

I’m trying not to be too excited too fast. It’s a long way off. Over a year. And I’ll have to miss the July writer’s con next year because I don’t want to take off too much time at the new job, even though I’ll have been there over a year by then.

But I’m still pretty stoked. I’m going to a con.

It’s not Pacific Rim, but it’ll do.

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Hello!

Okay, so a million things have happened in a relatively short span of time, so I’ma try to catch you up the quick way.

My dad built me an entire house in his basement, and I’ve moved back home to the country. I now live in a glorious hobbit hole in the side of a hill. But moving took a lot out of me, and I purged a lot of stuff, and I’m still catching up.

Because of the impending move, I needed to get another job - one where I could work from home. Not doing gravel roads in winter. No thank you. So I left my job of 12 years and got a new one. That has been a huge change. I love working from home, though. It’s the best thing ever!

Now that I’m in the country and getting with the unpacking of all my books and things that have been packed up for, oh, a decade, I’m also focusing on finishing this vampire trilogy. I’m on the last book, more than halfway through. I could finish it in a week if I could just get over the hump. Heh. Working on it.

There. I have summed up.

How goes it with all of you??

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Barnard Bulletin, New York, November 22, 1938

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What if there was an apocalypse but some people were really really in denial and optimistic and thinking everything will be back to normal soon?

Like they’d be foraging through the ruins of New York for supplies, shooting raiders in the face and saying “Man, this recession is really bad, huh?”

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You have been visited by the twocumber. May you receive twofold luck in the coming days

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I feel this in my soul

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*killing off pornbots like they are orcs at helms deep*

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The new Netflix anti-password sharing policies are a hilarious reminder that execs at Netflix don’t remember piracy exists.

The big shift from piracy towards not streaming services, but one streaming service – Netflix – and then other equivalents, stemmed from convenience; prices were reasonable, one could share an account with a group of friends or with family members, and the catalog was acceptable for the advantages the service ultimately brought.

Netflix’ catalog-to-convenience ratio nowadays is diarrhea. For every hit they have twenty flops, they hitch up prices, and now they are implementing a truly cutthroat manner of controlling who uses an account and where from – only one primary connection may use an account, and MUST watch something every 31 days or else be blocked, all other connections will be blocked, and if you have to travel, you have to request a code, yes, request a god damn Netflix code that will let you use Netflix elsewhere but only for 7 days – that is sure to be well received by the masses.

I think Netflix forgot they are not an essential good, they are luxury, an expensive one at that, and one that can very easily be replaced with some swashbuckling yo-ho-hoing. 

In an ironic twist, Netflix is pulling off a Blockbuster.

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Someone just tagged a post of mine "incorrect Goncharov quotes" and

1. I love you

2. The layers of incomprehensible memes it takes to talk about incorrect quotes of a movie that doesn't exist.

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The existence of eggs benedict implies the existence of eggs maledict

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Matzo Ball Soup

Start with the broth.

In a cheesecloth, add whatever herbs and seasonings you like.  I’ve used ground nutmeg, herbs de Provence, cracked black pepper, and peeled ginger.

In a large stock pot, combine about a pound of carrots, one bunch of celery, and several onions. Halve the onions, cut the carrots in half, break apart the celery and cut the stalks in half.

To the vegetables, add chicken. I used leg quarters, because I like a lot of good yellow schmaltz, but a whole chicken or split breasts also work. The key is to get bone-in and skin-on.

Fill the pot with enough water to just cover the ingredients. Add salt. More salt. You’re seasoning everything that comes after this.

Tie off the herbs in the cheesecloth, toss the sachet in the pot, and put a lid on.

Over medium high heat, bring the water to a boil, then turn down to low and simmer forever. When you can’t stand it anymore, get a mug to taste test. Adjust your salt. Once you’re satisfied, strain out your chicken and veggies. Discard the veggies, bones, and skin. Shred the chicken and add it back to the pot. Cut and peel carrots into bite size pieces, drop them in the pot to soften up over low heat.

Matzo balls are dead simple.

Combine eggs and vegetable oil. Add matzo meal. Stir until well combined. Add some of your broth and stir until smooth again. Refrigerate the mixture for at least 30 minutes to allow the matzo meal time to absorb the moisture. Once the mix is chilled, get a pot of water boiling. Form the mix into balls, about ping pong ball sized. Add your balls to the boiling water, cover the pot with a lid, and cook for 20 minutes. Move the balls to the pot with the broth. Give them at least another 20 minutes to really soak in the flavors.

Now you should have a good size batch of matzo ball soup. It keeps decently in the fridge, but it tastes best shared.

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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: February 1. Nothing, merely tired. END ID]

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Like to charge reblog to cast

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reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break