So, I made a DW a few years ago but fell off posting on it pretty quickly. I’ve made this new account in hopes of being more active!
Name: Eclipse
Age: 31
Country: USA
Subscription/Access Policy: My blog is 18+, as I only feel comfortable interacting with other adults, and I do sometimes discuss mature topics. Right now, all my journals are public, but it’s possible I may post some more personal stuff that I might feel more comfortable friends locking. We’ll have to see!
I like to post about: So far, I’m using my journal to crosspost my fanfic and original writing, as well as sharing some of my own rambly thoughts on fandom. My writing tends to focus on monster romance, horror, supernatural stuff, villains, or some combination thereof.
I’m sure I will continue posting my writing and talking about my fandoms, but it’s possible I may also post book reviews or movie reviews.
Main Fandoms: Horror fandom generally, but specifically the Alien movies and the Nightmare on Elm Street movies. My other main fandom interests are: the band Ghost, Beetlejuice, and Phantom of the Opera, as well as the monster romance community.
Other Fandoms: The Stargate franchise, Once Upon a Time, and the Batman villains fandom. I don’t talk about these things quite as much right now, but I still enjoy them and would be happy to follow you if you enjoy these things!
About Me/Other Info: I am in my “cringe but free” era, and as a result, have been writing more OC/self-insert x Canon Character fic – specifically OC x horror villain stuff. If that’s not your thing, this probably isn’t the right blog for you. ^^’
Also, while I generally do not care what people ship, I am very uncomfortable with lolisho.
手 part 3
扣, button/to deduct; 执, to carry out; 扩, to enlarge ( pinyin )
https://www.mdbg.net/chinese/dictionary?cdqrad=64
语法
2.20 Potential complements: 见,完,下,起
https://www.digmandarin.com/hsk-2-grammar
词汇
冲, to punch (pinyin in tags)
https://mandarinbean.com/new-hsk-4-word-list/
Guardian:
再废话扣你这个月奖金啊, keep talking bullshit and I'll cut your bonus for the month
别装没听见, don't pretend you didn't hear
不要冲动, don't act impulsively
Me:
能不能把文字扩大?
那条裙子我买不起。
He gave me a grim look, like, yes.
We talked about it, briefly, just like — this is what's happening, truly, and I said out loud the thing I have been thinking for a long time but haven't wanted to give voice to, because giving voice to it makes it somehow real:
"I'm glad I'm not working outside the house right now. I'm glad we're in [OUR COUNTY] and that it's rural enough and white enough that raids have been limited to specific employers. If we were elsewhere..."
"If we were elsewhere you'd want to carry your passport, and even that might not be enough."
"Yeah." A pause, then: "If we were elsewhere, we'd be getting grocery delivery and I wouldn't be leaving the house. I have my fucking Real ID, but —"
"Yeah, they've arrested people even with Real ID."
Just exchanged a bleak look, like.
Cool.
Whenever I mention anxiety to him, it is with the hope that he will tell me that what-I-fear will not come to pass. Being able to basically feelings-barf on him and go, "I know this probably isn't real, but..." helps a great deal.
I don't get that this time.
I have never been ashamed of not being white. The way that I was brought up, I was supposed to denounce that part of myself, to pretend that I was something other than what I was, because we only look like those people, we are not Those People, as though the ones that divide everyone into Us and Them on the basis of skin color care about whether or not you are, in fact, One Of The Good Ones.
I have never been ashamed. I have tried to reclaim heritage, to reclaim pride, to feel proud of who I am and where my family comes from, what ties we have to what parts of land. I learned Spanish despite my dad telling me I didn't have to; I have tried to research tribal affiliation and piece together where my family is from, because none of them will talk about it. Arizona, but what part. Montana, but what part. California, but what part. Mexico, but where and when?
I remember being told that my English was "very good, considering".
I remember well-meaning people asking if I was sure I wasn't "something else". Indigenous, Chicana, okay, but what if you're actually southern European? Are you sure your mom's family isn't from, oh, Italy? Spain?
I always said, no.
Up until recently, I also would have said that I wasn't afraid.
Now, I'm trying not to be.
Lost & Found | K-9 | Oboro/Fujimaru | <300 words | rated T
Summary: Oboro slips up.
Read it on Dreamwidth or AO3.
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(there are still slots open for the January Talking Meme here)
1.
But having only recently before tried to make a post explaining what I loved about Terence Rattigan's plays, including floundering about trying to say how effective his dialogue is, I was v pleased to find this quote:
John Moffatt: (On being in rep, and the difficulty of remembering the lines, doing a new play every week): "You got to know who the good writers were. With Rattigan you barely had to learn it at all, even after just blocking it you almost knew it because it is so beautifully written. The only way to reply to something that has just been said is what he's written."
2. Talking of people being kind,
3. The book I was reading introduced me to the utterly untrue but very S&S like urban myth/ghost story of the Zanetti Train. Sounds like an Assignment to me, or a film I would watch, anyway. (It seems to have been taken from a Ukrainian work of fiction, most likely - certainly not one detail of it has any truth in it).
4. Making personalised bingo cards proved to be exactly in my wheelhouse right now, so I had fun with that. If anyone missed it the other day and would like one, feel free to still ask! (Here or there, whatever).
5. Random AO3 tag found while wrangling that is currently amusing me: It is literally just Twelfth Night but with Moomins.
Otherwise still slowly progressing and all that etc etc etc.
Author: Yaa Gyasi
Genre: Fiction, historical fiction, family drama
Homegoing is family epic by Ghanaian-American author Yaa Gyasi. It follows the descendants of two half-sisters in Ghana in the 18th century: One, Effia, marries a British governor there. The other, Esi, is captured in raids and sold into slavery in America by that same governor. Gyasi's novel traces the story of their family from there.
As I'm sure you can imagine just by the novel's description, Homegoing is a heavy book. It's not long--only 300 pages--but the subjects it deals with are dark. Homegoing shines a very personal, intimate light on historical atrocities and it is unflinching in the stark reality of those things. However, it is not sensationalist--the things that happen, particularly to Esi's family, are shocking, but not because Gyasi is playing a gotcha game with the reader, simply because we know these things really happened. This isn't a story about real people, but it is true, in that sense--these things did happen, to generations of people.
Each chapter is a generation of the family--chapter 1 is Effia's story about marrying the governor, chapter 2 is Esi's story about her capture and imprisonment, chapter 3 is the story of Effia's son Quey, etc.--which allows Gyasi to span centuries of history, shining a light both on the development of Ghana first as it is brought under the yoke of colonialism, through its fight for independence, to regaining its sovereignty; as well as the struggle of Black Americans first against slavery and then on the successive attempts to maintain racism in the state: Jim Crow, chain gangs, the war on drugs.
While there is great suffering in Homegoing, Gyasi also shows, I think, that joy exists even in the worst times. Even the hardest-suffering of Gyasi's characters still have hopes and dreams; they still fall in love; they still have inside jokes with friends; they still dance and sing and teach children to walk and try to preserve the memories of their loved ones. Homegoing documents an almost unfathomable amount of hardship, but it also knows that life will always try to find a way.
The novel is obviously very well-researched. Gyasi has put a lot of effort into a holistic understanding of both Ghanaian and American history and it shows.
Although we don't get long with most of the characters, each of them stands out as distinct from one another. Gyasi does a wonderful job of showing their own mindsets, opinions, virtues and vices, relationships with their family and their history, and how that intersects with that character's particular struggle.
Really a very well-done book. I know I'm going to be thinking about this one for a long time, and I think it has undoubtedly earned its place on the various recommendation lists where it sits. If you are squeamish about the subject material, or not someone who usually goes for books that deal with such heavy issues, I would strongly suggest giving this one a try anyway. It matters that we remember not only that these things were wrong, but why they were wrong, and Gyasi shows that here in vivid detail. It's really worth the read.
Going by file dates I started that one in 2020, so compared to all my other wips, it was relatively new. It took a lot of writing to finish because when I started it was really just a couple of paragraphs and then five handwritten pages. I quickly had a first draft, but it needed a lot of editing to connect the themes and refine Jim's voice. It's at the very start of his career as a captain and he's still a hot bro-y mess, and even though I found myself resisting his self-centeredness, I needed his actions to reflect that selfishness, and I think I hit a good balance of bro and personal growth. He can be taught! Spock, of course, is perfect. No notes.
Next up in my endless list of neglected WIPs: It should be my Pinto fic—which, as I recall, is all but done except for the last lines, fuck you, last lines—but instead, it's the G-rated Stargate Atlantis
Looks like I last opened this in 2011 and it's basically complete. Let's gooooo.
( My love letter to fandom. )
As expected the pacing check didn't really do anything as a pacing check lolsob. The new bits were super fun and the old bits kinda felt draggy. However I have Thoughts regardless! Also I waited to have a 4h block of time to read but tat wasn't enough orz I think it took over a little 5h to reread overall, for 56k words - just noting this down as a reminder for my future self.
I wanted to just "jot down a few notes" but I'm gonna have to use headers again. Whoops. This got long.
Waiting to have a lot of time to do writerly stuff = no
Also: as much as doing a full reread at once appeals, postponing over and over until such a magical block of time manifests isn't reasonable. This is kinda funny to relearn because this used to be a source for writing block for me back in my early writing days (wayyy back). I had to wait until I had a Big Chunk Of Free Time for focus reasons. Things have gotten a lot happier for me since I learnt how to write in 30 minutes (or sometimes 15 minutes!) blocks, and also that doesn't preclude the occasional delightful Big Chunk Of Writerly Time from happening either.
Full reread good for some things, even if not for pacing exactly
Otherwise, the full reread was good to see how the changes hold together. While a rewritten scene toward the end does need a bit more air, the first half where I did the bulk of the work imo flow super well. While I can see the seams where I attached the old to the new, it's mostly because I remember the old version(s). I'm just really really enjoying what the story is turning into. I was a bit worried because when reworking stuff, you can also see what it no longer is and no longer says, but whatever it is now, it sure is something I like :D The chapter that many beta-readers said felt too long, and which is now nearly twice as long, didn't drag at all for me. It's hard to tell if it's because I care too much already about these characters, or because a lot of was rewritten and therefore falsely feels more fresh to my brain, but that's what valiant beta-readers will help me find out soon enough :D
How many drafts is enough drafts?
( writing writing editing blah blah happy :D )
What next?
Beginning in late November and escalating through early January, the Trump administration has sent 3,000 ICE and CBP agents into Minneapolis–St. Paul. For comparison, the “Operation Midway Blitz” surge in Chicago deployed about 300 federal immigration agents. The Chicago metro area’s population is roughly 2.5 times the size of the Twin Cities’, so the Minneapolis–St. Paul operation has sent about 10 times as many enforcers into a much smaller population center.
Kelly Hayes @ Organizing My Thoughts: Choosing Each Other in a Time of Terror
Trump is waging war on our communities, and we don’t need “better training” for our attackers.
Scott Meslow @ the Verge: How much can a city take?
The most heartening thing about this deeply disturbing moment is seeing how consistently and forcefully Minnesotans of all demographics have been pushing back.
Fred Glass @ Jacboin: The Citywide General Strike Has a Rich History in America
In response to the killing of Renee Good and the ICE invasion, the Minneapolis labor movement has issued the nation’s first citywide general strike call in nearly 80 years
Andrea Pitzer @ Degenerate Art: Into the abyss
You can’t reform a concentration camp regime. You have to dismantle it and replace it. We have a thousand ways to do it. And most U.S. citizens—particularly white ones—have the freedom to act, for now, with far less risk than the many people currently targeted.
ETA: Naomi Kritzer @ Will Tell Stories For Food: How To Help if You are Outside Minnesota
If You’d Like to Donate Money
Contact Your Senators/House Rep
Write a Letter to the Editor
Hassle ICE-Supporting Businesses
To Learn More About What’s Going On in Minnesota, Read Minnesotan News Sources
Push Back on Disinformation
Send Words of Encouragement
Get Ready For This Bullshit to Come to You
Talk About Immigration, and Make it Clear You Think It’s GOOD
Fandom: Paddington - the Musical
Rating: G
Length: 256 words
Summary: Henry Brown is reflecting on life with Paddington
Spoilers for 'Paddington - the Musical'
When I was 16, my aunt taught me to knit and then taught me to make baby booties. I made 4 pairs. They were so cute. I had a wonderful time with my aunt and she was impressed that I learned it so quickly. Now for the funny part, I never knitted another thing. It was nice that day but it wasn't my thing. Two years later she taught me how to crochet blankets. She gave me tons of yarn, and I used it all to make blankets. I found out I didn't care for that either. I'm just not artistic. But my aunt loved the blankets I made for her. And I loved spending time with her. She's also the one who taught me how to play pinochle. Now that was hard. Too many rules.






