#some are always hungry

[romanticbroadcast]

I bleed like girls are taught to bleed, pretending I am fine.

— Jihyun Yun, Some Are Always Hungry

[raeiyyn]

when phoebe bridgers sang "I have this dream where I'm screaming underwater while all my friends are waving from the shore" but then jihyun yun went ahead and wrote "at the end of this story, I walk into the sea and it choses not to drown me"

[myriad--starlings]

— Some Are Always Hungry, Jihyun Yun

[rottingbibliophile]

I so want to survive this. Please lead me whole into another season so I may dare begin again.

Jihyun Yun, Some Are Always Hungry: "Reversal"

[votive]

— Jihyun Yun, My Grandmother Thinks of Love while Steeping Tea

excerpts from: Some Are Always Hungry

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

Winner of the Prairie Schooner Book Prize in Poetry, Some Are Always Hungry chronicles a family’s wartime survival, immigration, and heirloom trauma through the lens of food, or the lack thereof. Through the vehicle of recipe, butchery, and dinner table poems, the collection negotiates the myriad ways diasporic communities comfort and name themselves in other nations, as well as the ways cuisine is inextricably linked to occupation, transmission, and survival. Dwelling on the personal as much as the historical, Some Are Always Hungry traces the lineage of the speaker’s place in history and diaspora through mythmaking and cooking, which is to say, conjuring.

Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “Reversal”

[Text ID: “I so want to survive this. Please lead me whole into another season so I may dare begin again.”]

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[tornado1992]

Babyfied Tails not crying no matter how hungry or sick he’d be because when he was an actual toddler he learned that if he cried no one would come to help him, his cries would only attract the people who wanted to hurt him.

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Imo saying Jon won't care that he's half Targ because he has "nothing to do with that house" is a not only very simplistic way of viewing his arc but also just a flat out wrong and bad take. Like my brothers and sisters in R'hllor, he has everything to do with that house even though he may not bear the name! Jon is constantly equated with Targs in the series. In fact, he's constantly equated with the best that house has to offer. He's got Jaehaerys and Alysanne in him, he's directly paralleled with Maester Aemon and Aegon V, he transforms into Daeron the Good at the Wall, and he's basically best boy Jacaerys resurrected some 200 years later. Let's also not forget that he's best girl Dany's 1:1 narrative mirror. Jon's personality is what you get when you combine Daemon the Rogue Prince, a little bit of Maekar I, Egg, a teaspoon of Rhaegar, a few sprinkles of Baelor Breakspear, and a whole cup of Jaehaerys. He has the heroism of Aemon the Dragonknight, the innate leadership of Aegon the Conqueror, the youthful foolhardy of Daeron the Young Dragon, and the aggressive pettiness of Prince Daemon. He's got Daemon Blackfyre's nobility and Brynden Rivers' terrifying pragmatism. His rebirth is literally equated to the waking of a dragon ("two kings to wake the dragon", "promised prince born amidst salt and smoke"). He has both the good and the bad that comes with House Targaryen. He also has the good and bad of House Stark, but no one ever thinks less of him for that... Y'all let Targ hate and Rhaegar hate (both of which are just extensions of Dany hate lbr) cloud your judgement and ignore what's right in front of you. Jon is a Targ. The same way he is a Stark. He's not either or, he's both. The lesson at the end of the day isn't for him to choose one or the other. The lesson is to recognize that he so much of BOTH in him, and he can take these and become whatever he wants - bastard as he is.

[maryoliversgrandchild]

This is so fucking relevant.

I leave, I leave— At the end of this story, I walk into the sea and it chooses not to drown me.

— Jihyun Yun, from "The Leaving Season," Some Are Always Hungry

[yowyowyaoi]

*Sasori at the grocery store with Deidara, Itachi and Tobi* Sasori: You three are behaving wonderfully. Deidara: Kinda hard not to when you've got us TIED TO THE FUCKING CART, Danna. Tobi: This is embarrassing, Sasori-san. And this leash is itchy ... Itachi: Really, is this necessary? Sasori: For Deidara and Tobi, unfortunately, yes. They wander too much and put too much junk food in the cart. Now normally your behavior is exemplary but, well, Kisame and the others have warned me that around this time of year, when we go by a certain aisle, I'm going to have trouble with you. Itachi: Trouble? That's absurd. You would never have any issues with -- *they come to the next aisle and Itachi's eyes light up; it's completely full of Halloween candy* Itachi, voice deep and sharingan glowing: Let me go let me go let me go let me go let me -- Tobi: Sasori-san! Itachi-san is gnawing the leash with his teeth! Deidara: Oi, Danna ... I have to go to the bathroom. Can you just untie me real quick? I promise I won't do any -- Deidara: *accidentally drops a packet of matches that he was hiding out of his hand and a firecracker out of his back pocket* Deidara: ... shit. Tobi: Come to think of it ... those Skittles look really tempting ... Tobi, in Obito voice: Come, Itachi ... *starts gnawing at his own leash* Lets lay waste to this pathetic store and take what's rightfully ours! Sasori: Sasori: God, I hate grocery shopping.

[romanticbroadcast]

I so want to survive this. Please lead me whole into another season so I may dare begin again.

— Jihyun Yun, Some Are Always Hungry

[morganbritton132]

Eddie’s live streaming when his insomnia finally catches up with him and he falls asleep. He’s sitting upright, slouched in the corner of the couch in the studio with his guitar resting in his lap. He’s like that for maybe an hour before you start hearing noise.

Steve is loud as he comes down the stairs into the studio, calling out Eddie’s name and talking about his day at work. When he sees Eddie asleep, he lets out the littlest, “Oh.”

Steve sits his work bag down in the floor and carefully removes the guitar from Eddie’s lap.

As gently as he can, he starts the process of getting Eddie horizontal on the couch without waking him up. He even gets Eddie’s heating pad and situates it under him because sleeping all slouched over like that is gonna cause him back pain.

He covers him up with a blanket from the back of the couch, lower the lights, and turns on soft music for him. He moves hair off his forehead before pressing a kiss there and whispering, “Sweet dreams, rockstar.”

And then Steve go back upstairs to let Eddie rest, none the wiser to the still streaming live watching him.

[myriad--starlings]

— Some Are Always Hungry, Jihyun Yun

[eerna]

*grabs tiktok's shoulders* Jude isn't selfish. she is not a self-serving girlboss. the reason she played for the throne was 1) to keep Oak safe, 2) to keep mortals safe, and only then 3) to grab as much power as she could. she could have been and is always tempted to be, but she always stops herself in time.

[katagawajr]

i know it’s just because i’m in love with him but. bg3 making it canon that gale likes to cook (at home AND is the one who cooks dinner for everyone at camp) is just so endearing to me? it’s a cute detail