folderol and fiddledeedee

I've been playing with things all weekend: did a redesign on my journal, updated and cleaned out my font book. I feel restless and twitchy, and I know why. The final draft of my honors thesis is due in three days, and I don't know what more to do with it, but I feel like I should be working. And I'm terrified. I should be cleaning my apartment, or doing other readings, or working on something - any sort of something. But instead I'm doing anxiety avoidance rituals and flailing.

I think maybe I will just let myself flail until Tuesday, and be productive after that. Screw em. I'm tired and menstrual and I just wanna look at pretty fonts and watch Xena.

Speaking of Xena, I'm sure everyone's seen thingswithwings's lovely vid The Glass, but if you haven't, the vid makes wonderful semiotic use of the Xena/Gabby waterfall moment. My brain kind of want to talk about the way that the solid glass (which is, technically, a liquid) works to separate the mainly male slash couples throughout the vid, but when you get to the lesbians the boundaries suddenly become more fluid, penetrable without needing to be broken. But that might just be my brain.

Also, a fic rec: K Hanna Korrossy's From the Darkness, which is utterly perfect SamnDean gen schmoop h/c. Sam's been captured by brutal psychic-testing doctors, and Dean's gotta rescue him. Outsider pov. Serious button-mashing. Delicious.

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