sometimes i think gravity is a pity

Okay, this is it. I'm (tentatively) committing to Dreamwidth again. There's something comforting about seeing the little icon I pilfered from my old LiveJournal, from a manga series I doubt anyone remembers, although it did have a little resurgence a few years ago because the author finally finished it and they released a couple of movies to wrap it up. I half-heartedly watched the movies in 2020, but there were too many new characters that I didn't care about, and, hey, there were already so many Shinsengumi members to keep track of, anyway! But, about a week ago, I started reading the final manga chapters, and I did start to cry.

There are so many iterations of Okita Souji out there, but this is the one I connected to the most, and you really get to see him die. It's both amazing closure and also something I didn't expect to be so painful... I mean, I'm pretty sure I watched a series where Okita turns into a vampire or some shit. For all the Peacemaker series dabbled in the supernatural, the way they handled his death was so visceral and human.

And all of this was inspired because I was watching Ouran High School Host Club while I was embroidering some gifts for people, and they had a Shinsengumi cosplay that really did not have to call high-school-me out like that! It's true! Apparently, I'm still a real maniac!





Anyway, speaking of embroidery, I think I've only completed three projects this year. I finished Cao Weining in February, and then I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything else until the Eastern helmock and Virginia opossum minis I made last month. I've been working on a new fandom project the past few days, just in time for Twitter to burn and for me to have nowhere to share it...

Well, I suppose I've been fairly spoiled since I started my account. I remember the first Jiang Cheng I embroidered was when I only had one fandom friend, and I kept sending her, like, text updates throughout the day, and she kept encouraging me. I guess it might soon feel more like that again, or maybe I'll exclusively post finished things on Tumblr to avoid spending too much time there but to still get some dopamine out of my hard work... We'll have to see how I feel. (Tumblr was a Bad Era in the History of Jen,)

In any case! What makes me most excited about finishing this new project is that I can finally do that "your skill in 2020 vs. 2022" meme I've seen fiber artists posting online. I could always use Cao Weining...but (as much as it pains me to say it) there are some flaws in the stitching that I find hard to look at. And I just think it would be really cool to be like "Faceless Jiang Cheng 2020" BAM "Yu Ziyuan + Irises 2022".

Look at me, already dreaming big...
 

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Today was a nice day off, although I didn't do much! I woke up at 2am and couldn't fall back asleep, so I read a bit of fanfiction, made myself tea, listened to a podcast, and finally started reading MDZS vol. 3. I've been trying to finish A Thousand Ways to Pay Attention by Rebecca Schiller, but the way she imagines history has been driving me up a wall, so I'm glad I decided to put it down for something more entertaining.

This volume, in particular, includes the only chapters I've already read, so I'm excited to see a slightly more edited translation and also to relive Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian's youth/tortured adolescence. And Yu Ziyuan's in this volume, too. Truly, I am eating well tonight! (Metaphorically. I dropped most of the literal food I was cooking this afternoon.)

There were a few times on Twitter when I posted some thoughts about Jiang Cheng, and a wild stranger appeared to tell me I had poor reading comprehension and tried to school me in canon. I think maybe I took what they were saying too seriously, though. I've been telling people all along not to listen to anything I say because I have "poor media comprehension," but I'm beginning to think those strangers were just being mean, because I'm reading the actual novel now, and, your honor, Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian love each other. So much.

And I don't think I'm dumb for saying it!