I am now wearing my favourite Muji jumper. It is a very simple jumper, you guys! I like the cut of the collar and its muted navy/grey stripes. Also, I'm wearing a dress beneath it. Really rocking the jumper and skirt combination, yeah. I like this part of clothes: the way they don't have to look particularly good, just the way they make you feel right
A couple of weeks ago I scalded my index finger and now there is the GROSSEST scar on it. Idk, does that ever happen to you? I didn't run it under cold water immediately because I am the failiest and it didn't even hurt that much, so now the skin's started puckering and there's dead skin gathering on it and it looks awful, but it's not infected. /tmi
I also now have approximately one billion (I exaggerate, obviously. Although maybe I should get a paid account. Then I would be able to get one billion icons, also: the ability to edit comments) new icons, which I am VERY PLEASED about. Except that I'm not sure about my default! I wanted something relatively non-fannish but I couldn't find anything better than trees going dot dot dot, although this is a good thing. I'm just not sure about the way it looks, that's all. But anyway! Icons! Usually I'm so bad about finding icons, mainly because I get very bored trying to track down iconmakers and looking at one billion square pictures which more often than not look very much like each other. But when I do
find the icons and get them uploaded and everything, I ACHIEVE NIRVANA.
One thing I enjoy very much about getting into a fandom for the first time is the fic backlog there always is. Idk, you guys! I've never been lucky enough to get into a fandom right before it blows up really big, mostly because I am a huge sheep who enjoys the fanfic when it's already there
. So it always delights me when I come across fic that, um, serves to cement the way I think of a character. And basically you should read this --Comme fanent les roses
, by mosca
This fic is set after the Olympics and it's just so lovely
and perceptive and hot. It really shows the way Johnny and Stephane have known each other for years, and!! this bit of characterisation is just really spot-on perceptive and, um, hot
"Or we could go to bed," you say, "and I could put my tongue in your ass."
He seems to freeze, face red and eyes half-lidded, a moment of shyness. He'll say anything, but when someone else keeps up with him, he's a Puritan. He's a narcissist who can't stand to look in the mirror.
This is the way I will think about Johnny Weir for the rest of my life, or something close to that.
Anyway, go read! And then go read her Johnny-meets-Lady Gaga ficlet, which is also awesome. Then come back and tell me how you guys are doing now. (I AM VERY BOSSY TODAY, just like Galina.) Hopefully you're wearing an article of clothing you really really
like. Hopefully you are not dealing with burn scars of any sort.