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operational update.
i'm anna (like the princess).
shaihuludhours -> thejollyworm
twitter: zenyanna ao3: TheJollyTroubadour
INTERVIEWER: When I consider what a risk it must have been to write about homosexuality when you didâŠ
BALDWIN: Youâre talking about Giovanniâs Room. Yeah, that was rough. But I had to do it to clarify something for myself.
INTERVIEWER: What was that?
BALDWIN:Â Where I was in the world. I mean, what Iâm made of. Anyway, Giovanniâs Room is not really about homosexuality. Itâs the vehicle through which the book moves. Go Tell It on the Mountain, for example, is not about a church and Giovanni is not really about homosexuality. Itâs about what happens to you if youâre afraid to love anybody. Which is more interesting than the question of homosexuality.
â James Baldwin, from an interview with The Village Voice
i was so terribly stressed this semester, and so terribly depressed, so naturally the moment i finished my last final yesterday i felt FREED! freed to feel joy again! ...and now i've realized i have no schedule for the summer, no overwhelming stress to fill my mind, and a different kind of sorrow has descended upon me. come ON!!!!!!!!!!!
super genius just realized she forgot to take her psych meds today
i was so terribly stressed this semester, and so terribly depressed, so naturally the moment i finished my last final yesterday i felt FREED! freed to feel joy again! ...and now i've realized i have no schedule for the summer, no overwhelming stress to fill my mind, and a different kind of sorrow has descended upon me. come ON!!!!!!!!!!!
this has been such a silly week... i:
finished a chapter on monday for fleafic
tuesday had to warp speed complete an entire group project on my own because my partner flaked entirely & then it wouldn't export in time to submit (had to e-mail everything to professor)
UNSTOPPABLE DIARRHEA FROM HELL FOR DAYSSSSSS
canvas hacked
finals ??? ambiguously postponed
canvas back up
have not written since monday until today
farting like a demon
i now have a final a day thru upcoming tuesday lol
well it will be lovely to one day write again lol
i'm still only thinking about two guys
[Fic] [AKOTSK] And Name the One You Loved (1/5)
I hate promoting my own fic but here we go: AKOTSK, post-season 1, genfic with Dunk/Lyonel lurking in the shadows.
And Name the One You Loved (AO3). Locked to archive.
The Smith hammered some with cunt as well as cock. Dunk, one such, has lived his life in the knowledge that like others only lightly hammered he will never bear child, and so an evening's encounter with the heir apparent to the Stormlands can threaten nothing but his own soft heart. After Ashford he crosses the Red Mountains with a boy in tow, only to learn in Dorne he carries more.
This is massively self-indulgent, as fair warning. LOL.
curious/slightly terrified what the explanation for the crucified bugs bunny header is
sdgkjsdkljglksg i was looking for a meme of a minion on the cross to use as hyperbole mocking my own suffering but could NOT find it. instead found: crucified bugs bunny, illustrated by someone in mspaint. which of course is hysterical to me in ways i'm unable to explain except that it's sooooooo fucking funny to imagine the romans crucifying bugs bunny who cannot be killed in any way that truly matters. & i panic when i try to make an image a header so
In the past fifty years, fantasyâs greatest sin might be its creation of a bland, invariant, faux-Medieval European backdrop. The problem isnât that every fantasy novel is set in the same place: pick a given book, and it probably deviates somehow. The problem is that the texture of this place gets everywhere.
Whatâs texture, specifically? Exactly what Elliot says: material culture. Social space. The textiles people use, the jobs they perform, the crops they harvest, the seasons they expect, even the way they construct their names. Fantasy writing doesnât usually care much about these details, because it doesnât usually care much about the little people â laborers, full-time mothers, sharecroppers, so on. (The last two books of Earthsea represent LeGuinâs remarkable attack on this tendency in her own writing.) So the fantasy writer defaults â fills in the tough details with the easiest available solution, and moves back to the world-saving, vengeance-seeking, intrigue-knotting narrative. Availability heuristics kick in, and we get another world of feudal serfs hunting deer and eating grains, of Western name constructions and Western social assumptions. (Husband and wife is not the universal historical norm for family structure, for instance.)
Defaulting is the root of a great many evils. Defaulting happens when we donât think too much about something we write â a character description, a gender dynamic, a textile on display, the weave of the rug. Absent much thought, automaticity, the brainâs subsconscious autopilot, invokes the easiest available prototype â in the case of a gender dynamic, dad will read the paper, and mom will cut the protagonistâs hair. Or, in the case of worldbuilding, we default to the bland fantasy backdrop we know, and thereby reinforce it. Itâs not done out of malice, but itâs still done.
The only way to fight this is by thinking about the little stuff. So: I was quite wrong. You do need to worldbuild pretty hard. Worldbuild against the grain, and worldbuild to challenge. Think about the little stuff. You donât need to position every rain shadow and align every tectonic plate before you start your short story. But you do need to build a base of historical information that disrupts and overturns your implicit assumptions about how societies âordinarilyâ work, what they âordinarilyâ eat, who they âordinarilyâ sleep with. Remember that your slice of life experience is deeply atypical and selective, filtered through a particular culture with particular norms. If you stick to your easy automatic tendencies, youâll produce sexist, racist writing â because our culture still has sexist, racist tendencies, tendencies we internalize, tendencies we can now even measure and quantify in a laboratory. And youâll produce narrow writing, writing that generalizes a particular historical moment, its flavors and tongues, to a fantasy world that should be much broader and more varied. Donât assume that the world you see around you, its structures and systems, is inevitable.
We... need worldbuilding by Seth Dickinson
bro is 6'11
a storm of swords is the book where each of the main pov characters are going through the Terrorsâą except from Jaime who is going through a life changing enemies to lovers rom com and i find that hilarious
The swords kissed and sprang apart and kissed again [...] steel rang, steel sang, steel screamed and sparked and scraped [...] A red flower blossomed [...] "Come on, come on, my sweetling, the musicâs still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?â
Jaime III, A Storm of Swords, George R. R. Martin