vergoldung: (you better know what you're fighting for)
(Argh, I'm already off schedule and this thing hasn't even started yet! Oh, well.)

So this fill is for [ profile] laeryn's prompt virginity. This got very theoretical, I'm sorry! Also, I like to use spoiler cuts when things get too personal, but I've noticed that the lj-app doesn't hide spoilers? So just saying, there is one!

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vergoldung: (worthless answers from friends of mine)
Title: of cutthroat ilk
Author: [ profile] mind_conundrum / rhllors / cromwelled

Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/pairing: Bellatrix Lestrange, Andromeda Black, Narcissa Malfoy, Cygnus Black.
Rating: Gen

Read by: [ profile] vergoldung
Length: 8 minutes

Summary: There was once a man who would have been King, born into one of the oldest families in England. He had everything he could have wanted--a name that struck fear into the heart of his enemies, a young wife, a future as a leader. All he needed now was some sons; an heir and a spare, possibly or a son and daughter, one to continue the name and other to multiply and prosper, continue the bloodline. Tojours Pur. Everything is pure.

It is good to remember, though, that this isn't a fairy-tale and no one gets what they want. A man that would be king was no exception, and he is given three daughters. A warrior, a free woman and a flower made of ice.

Links : streaming or download

Note: Finally, it's alive. Not my best, but it's okay. However, y'all need to check out all of rhllors's writing because it's amazing.

First of all, many thanks to Mimi for for giving me her approval and trusting me to get it right. Even though I'm not especially happy with this recording, it was a delight to work with this text, because I just love it so much! Also, thanks to [ profile] sisi_rambles who helped me get in contact with the author, without her this would probably not have been a thing. And of course, thanks a million to [ profile] ever_neutral who beta'd this twice and didn't even complain. You are the star BLACK HOLE of my life etc etc.
vergoldung: (you better know what you're fighting for)
title: his house is actually a castle
fandom: the heirs
character/ship: Eun Sang/Tan, Eun Sang-centric
rating: gen (i guess? idk tbh, somebody teach me ratings pls)
length: 2300w
disclaimer: i hate alex more than any other creature on this planet. everything sucks.
summary: This all starts in the states, where Tan is this slightly intimidating, part intriguing, part suspicious, part knight-in-shining-armor type.

notes: i literally don't even know what to say. except that this is the worst idea that i ever had EVER. and by that i mean befriending alex. she is legit the most hateful person to exist. and just so you know this is actually flashfic, that i'm disguiding as real fic, with those fancy capitals and all that jazz. don't be fooled. to be exact it's 56 minutes flashfic (and then a lot of formatting to make up for it /o\). you guys, i don't know even what i'm doing, this is officially my second fic. i hate my life.

basically this is my response to the question : but what does eunsang see in tan?

also i'm reading this again and again, and the more i read it, the more i question my ability to english, what is english. and i honestly feel terrible for even calling this fic, but idk be nice to me, i'll do better next time and tbh this was never supposed to be posted, it's just on the spot headcanon vomit because i have a lot of feels, but i felt like those feels might be relevant to our general conversation idek IDEK this is such a bad idea. but i can edit this for half of eternity and it wouldn't change much, so i'm just going to post this and idk sleep or something. /cries in a corner

i am 99% hate right now )

vergoldung: (là)
Ok so seriously my internet situation is getting very annoying, so even if I now get occasional internet, I don't really feel like flisting, I'm sorry :(

BUT. The Heirs has taken over my life (SORRY FOR EVERYBODY WHO ISN'T WATCHING TBH. Y'ALL ARE MISSING OUT ON ALL OUR EPIC CONVOS.) and yesterday I was typing up "a few" of my ep 7/8 thoughts, because I didn't feel like making a post, but Lizzie was so kind and did one \o/. What I didn't expect was for my rambling to get so out of control omfg *facepalms*. So in the end, this reached such an embarrassing comment length that I decided to post half of it at Lizzie's and half of it as its own post.

And with those intro words I welcome you to the Tan/Eun Sang overanalysis post. Feel at home.

I'm crossposting two sections of the blabber I left at Lizzie's, because I feel like without them, the following will make less sense ; but for all the rest, you can find it (and everybody else's squee as well - because we are an active fandom yo!) at Lizzie's page if you wish, here. But it's very TL;DR so a brief summary of what you should know : Kim Won needs to be removed from my eyesight, Bona/Eunsang is the ultimate OTP and if you disagree then you are wrong and need to reconsider your life choices, other random shit (seriously, I have no idea how this even got so long).

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Okkk... this has been disgustingly long, but it's over now!

Now, please put me out of my misery and discuss this with me. Or other things, whatever, as long as it's show related, come at meee!
vergoldung: (steady diet of soda pop and ritalin)
so, i've disappeared (again) for about a week and there are two reasons for this : 1) real life was decided on killing me until like wednesday. it was to the point that i actually slept at night and if you know me at all you'll know that this means trouble (basically i ended up waking up two hours earlier three days in a roy in the morning to finish the work i couldn't finish at night because i kept falling asleep, which might be because of the waking up at 5am hmm) 2) the same freaking day that real life decided to be nicer our internet connection at home decided to be the worst and just stopped working except for sporadic moments of short lived paradise. i thought it was finally fixed now but alas i was mislead by the paradise phase being a little longer that the usual. grrr.

so because i've been so fucking frustrated with being locked out of the interwebs i actually went to a cyber cafe today and loaded two eps of the heirs (5 and 6 ok i know i'm one week late ok I KNOW THANKS) anyway so i've written down stuff, more or less liveblogging. so heirs!people come tell me things, but remember no spoilers for the new eps pls :)

episode 5

• the fuchsia lipstick on everybody especially all the boyyys

• ship the infidelity ship so hard guh that was some hot making out

• young do is so motherfucking attractive it needs to stop - also does woo bin constantly look like a leopard on the hunt or what

• btw terrifying dog dnw a beast like in my house or anywhere near me actually

• the park mother continues to be the best character the end

• obsessed with park shin hye's bouncing ponytail, i want one too now this is a problem (don't make me want to cut my hair show gdi)

• the chairman's secretary(?) is perf, single dads who cook and have really hot infidelity wall-make-outs are my weakness apparently

• i cannot find it in me to care for won jfc that guy is such a bore and a douche at that, not here for him being a controlling dick with his friend who is also girl but hopefully not his girlfriend because eww talk about an anti-ship

• speaking of, a++++ to that woman's acting, the outrage on her face when he put the necklace around her neck was perf in the most upsetting ways - needs moar of her basically

• also my bb tutor boy i don't remember his name but i heart his face and at least he wasn't an ass with her (not that i ship it but at least their interactions are tolerable)

• enjoying the school pettiness so much atm

• seriously how tall is woo bin to be towering next to the lockers like that?

• bona and rachel are my bbs i do not even care haters to the left

• also very flaily about rachel/motorbike - get all the wind-in-hair action girl! team all the girls get scary motorbikes for christmas and start a bitchy biker girls' gang

• park shin hye's acting was excellent during that "tan reveals he is the second son" scene, i feel like the way the dialog went, this could have ended up being a completely different scene, if not for the way she was radiating anger/humiliation/defeat/bitterness - which made the entire scene for me because there was something very meta about her disillusionment versus tan's pathetically out-of-place "maybe i missed you" (dude r u srs)

• as a matter of fact, the otp is riding a thin line atm where they are a close to annoying me, but then the sappiness is stripped of meaning as soon as they remember where they are and who they are

• like i really enjoy this 'clinging to the vacation dream but oops real life sucks' narrative because i think it's very true to life actually? even though eun sang wasn't tan's biggest fan in america, she was still going to remember him fondly as this surreal encounter… the way you cherish vacation memories you know? they get to have that glossy finish once you look back (even though they weren't perfect, it's just nicer to nostalgically freeze them in time like that). except now it's not longer dreamed up fairytale but real life and so there is no way there won't be disillusionment. especially for eun sang (because tan is projecting way too much to be honest about things lbr he just wants things to be simple when they are not - which shows how spoiled he is - interestingly i think it's pretty obvious that part of him realizes that there is no chance that things will be simple and that he better man up, which i think is why he admitted that all of eun sang's accusations were true without excuses

• anyway i like this aspect of their dynamic a lot and i'm hoping the show is going to explore that nostalgic!longing versus the current!resentment some more and not sweep it all under the rug (but idt so, until now the show's actually been pretty good at showing how disparities in class and wealth fundamentally affect dynamics)

• lmfao what even was that ending except 300% ridiculous omfg still laughing can this show get any more in your face about the triangle like wow got it

episode 6

• grrr all the boys need to stop being the worst to my bb rachel :@

• having a really bad feeling about the mother in that outfit and the general deal of eun sang getting that school upgrade in the first place… i really hope i'm wrong :-/

• omfggggg forever lol at krystal's delivery of "i hate him so much but he's so hot" i had to pause i was laughing so hard

• i'm sure most people must be exasperated with eun sang's apathetic ways but tbh i'm quite on board with this. i'm really enjoying how at first sight she looks like a lost, depressive lamb, but then people get bossy with her and she legit just walks away because who cares about fighting with those brats l m a o

• also sorry not sorry but remember how she works more shifts than all of those business kids put together and she sleeps zero at night because top 5 student homework? idk i'd be over petty fights too js

• ok seriously minho's hair color needs to die i hate it so much even his fuchsia lips don't make up for it :@

• did i mention how i love that (despite her being super unaware of her surroundings all the time and looking like bambi) eun sang still gets to be very lucid about things? idk i really like that she doesn't have to be sharp 24/7 in order to be a survivor (plus looking harmless is a strategy like any other ok don't be so quick to look down on it and srsly who am i defending myself against when i haven't even discussed this with anybody yet)

• sobbing because of course it's not your fault umma :'( :'(

• lol @ those systematic gloomy-otp-sitting-with-a-wall-between-then-being-vvv-emo moments and wow tan is so fucking lame can he even get any lamer OMFG OFC HE CAN WOW DUDE NO BUT WOW CAN YOU BE A LITTLE LESS UPFRONT ABOUT HOW CREEPY YOU ARE? way to make yourself popular. (but i gotta say i like that the show doesn't seem inclined to have him be secretly creepy because that's not just pathetic, that's just truly creepy. i prefer the owned creepiness tbh.)

• omg crying tears of blood she is such a hipster with her earbuds and her unfashionable grey jumper in midst of all those preppy uniforms i caaaan't :')

[idk why lj fucks up the post starting from here but i want to cry bc i've edited this like 20 times without success and :'( the phone service is so bad here]

• nerdy boy nooooo crying that he said who cares about your conscience and then proceeded to shoo her away in order to get his daily bullying ;;;;;

• also daaang, you guys eun sang is a such survivor™ (psh's asking is so great alskdjaökj you can really tell that eun sang is used to switch from panic to survival mode bc real life is the worst and that's old news) i mean did you see how she instantly understood what was going on and how she did not waste a second to get out of there. lesson learned : who cares about your conscience, right? (except then ofc the conscience made a comeback because eun sang is still set on doing the Right Thing, so selfishly saving yourself is not high on that list. whatever i have hopes that she'll develop more ruthless coping skills idk ok being nice isn't always the better option.)

• yesssss "because it's what i have done" ok srsly digging tan's honesty about being The Worst so much. but seriously, lol forever at all the triangulation that's going on between young do and tan hft negl

• fuuuuuck woo bin in that leather jacket no no no no not fair not even the slightest bit fair

• ughhhh so over that dumb brother angst, like come on won what the fuck is your issue idgi

• tan's constant existential crisis is h i l a r yes dude there are folks who have to work for a living


• yaaaay my pretty faced bb getting screen time i hope that him and eun sang become friends!!!! qöqlkjdqölkjdöaqj I SHIP IT OK WHAT ARE THESE ADORABLE FACES THEY ARE MAKING TO EACH OTHER I CANNOT please let them form a secret alliance ok i need it ok faceeees ;;;;


• it's been to long since i last gushed about the perfection of psh's hair in this drama so let me remind y'all that this is a thing that is happening

• oh no you don't young do YOU DO NOT SAY CRAP LIKE THAT AND MAKE ME SHIP YOUR SHIP HOW DARE YOU :@ why am i falling for this protective shit so annoying i swear

so basically those are my feels (well some of them). brought to you without grammar or structure because be happy i'm even writing this down ok the internet has not been my friend these past few days okkkk

also i'm too impatient to wait for the return of the internet soooo i'm posting this from my phone aka the horror re: html formatting, so i can only hope this cut worked and yeah!! (srsly the lengths i am going to in order to post this, you have no idea like to even get this wall of text on my phone ok just pat me on the back a little)


vergoldung: (if they knew how misery loves me)
Hi, folks!

So I thought to myself yesterday : Eléonore, you will not spend too much time of the internet the next few days, you need to get your ass out the door before Wednesday! (That's the day I am moving, yes. That's in two days, yes.) So of course now I am posting a huge post of all the existential musing because dude this is how I work ok.

Incidentally, does somebody else have the habit to fall into deep emo!rambling mode when doing intensive cleaning? Because I've noticed that this is something that keeps happening, so I'm thinking there's an emotional pattern there, but I'm not sure what. But in both cases it's about cleaning up things, that's for sure!

This post is actually months overdue, to the point that I was sure it was never going to happen anymore. Some of you might remember how around January I kept bitching about having things I wanted to post but how I couldn't find the right space of mind to actually do that? Well, while cleaning and organizing my mess of a room, I stumbled on this old piece of paper where I'd taken pulled point notes for the 2012 Round Up that I had planed for myself. During a small break from cleaning, I decided to type them down (on my phone, which apparently enables my emotiveness, go figure - I think it's the slower typing but I'm not entirely sure, maybe things just look less lame/ridiculous on a small screen idk). So at first that was all going pretty well, until I got to the part I hadn't written down yet (spoiler : it's the break up day) and then ugly word vomit happened. So there you go, bullet points and word vomit. And mostly, angsty things ok. Please, don't read it if you're uncomfortable with the following themes : abortion, depression, emotional abuse, fleeting mention of childhood abuse.

Second half of 2012 :
(this is actually how the writing happened originally, so I kept to it, because somehow it makes sense for me to reflect on it in this order, sorry if it's confusing)
• Kévin and I break up
• I finish my book and present it
• move back to my mother's
• get my ED under control a bit
• now that I'm not with K anymore it's a lot easier to voice my uneasiness about the problematics of our relationship
• I feel the need to talk about women, gender, gender roles and sexuality all the time
• I come full circle as far as my asexuality thoughts go : not only did I obviously undergo a radical phase of asexuality after the abortion, but this might be something that's been present preceeding that, so I really need to be more careful with the way I treat (and let others treat) my body in the future
• I finally manage to acknowledge the damage done by the molestation I suffered as a child, despite the fact that I still have difficulties speaking up as a victim and putting names on things
• I need to learn how to socialize again because as for now it's fucking terrifying
• thoughts about future and future career/professional plans - I am particularly drawn to Switzerland and Berlin
• knowledge is power
• I feel unproductive and lazy
• but I am also growing faster than ever
• just before NYE I get myself a tattoo and it feels like closure and love and all things positive
• I am really excited for NYE, I want to see people and party and start 2013 off with joy and positivity. I want to make up for last year where I spent NYE crying and mourning my child, counting the days until the terrifying d-day of the abortion
• I promised my baby that I was going to fight for myself that I was going to be happy and live life to the fullest and for the first time after one year of apathy I feel like I am getting there
• on the day of NYE my father gathers us kids to tell us that he has cancer (A fucking + for timing, daddy)
• obviously I don't take this piece of information very well and spend half of the evening sobbing out my heart because I am just so disappointed that my big happy night is ruined (hello, I am a selfish bitch)
• but the symbolism of this night was so important to me, that this just felt like the universe laughing in my face
• in the end I still went, because a dear friend of mine took me under her wing and told me that there would be nothing worse than me staying at home crying about unfair timings (which was true, I am so glad I listened to her)
• I ended up having a pretty great time, I talked a lot about my tattoo, my baby, my dad, Kévin and all the bloody, my future plans etc, and it did me a lot of good

Round up of 2012, from the beginning :
(this is also how I wrote it down on that paper, idek it made sense)
• the year started off with the loss of my baby, during which I was alone
• the abortion is followed by long months of depression and apathy, I am also dealing with an eating disorder due to complete desinterest from food, as well as total asexuality due to my utter lack of interest for both my body and my partner
• I don't care about anything, but I feel like I am doing okay mostly
• just before the abortion I have decided that when I come back I want to find myself a safe place of comfort where I can forget and distract myself with things that I like : for the first time I am considering actively interacting with fandom
• and once I come back, I do
• first I start discussing with people on ffnet until several of them redirect me to livejournal and when (after a lot of hesitating) I get on that bandwagon, that's when the fun really starts
• school and fandom are the two things that keep me alive and smiling
• I go back to researching sexuality in more details, the BDSM community especially - this opens up my eyes on many things, starting with sexual gender roles and the complex beast that is consent
• in the meantime fandom teaches me all the things I didn't know about feminism and narratives (thanks y'all!)
• I start to spend a lot of time researching asexuality and slowly I am starting to come to the conclusion that as it is right then this all hits a lot closer to home than what I first assumed
• having always defined myself as a sexual being, this is weird and I am not sure how to deal with it
• but slowly I try to (passive aggressively) establish a no sex policy, which will be source of many conflicts with K
• slow journey to questioning my sexuality in general (not just the ptsd-state, also before)
• working on my book is keeping me sane by giving me a purpose in life, there is a reason for me to go out of bed every morning
• I am completely transfering my child angst on this book and I know it, but I can't find it in me to care
• parts of me remembers how my baby told me to live out my dreams and make them big and let them live, so this dream will be a shared one - I promised to work hard, so I do
• I am really glad about the calm but caring social contact school provides me with, people worry about me but without overwhelming me
• once summer comes, I completely lock myself away from K and turn to fandom even more
• he repeatedly mentions that he's jealous of my computer (lol)
• I have a hard time finding the self discipline and energy to work on my book now that I am no longer in the frame of school
• I decide to go on fandom hiatus in hope that this will help me concentrate
• I end reading tons of HP fic instead, mostly kink, which nurrishes my thoughts on sexuality, gender, consent etc
• I don't feel comfortable in the appartement anymore (maybe I never truly did but now I care that I don't)
• communication with K because harder and harder, we are unable to work together in order to clean and organise the place, so it stays a terrible mess
• my refusal to have sex starts to manifests itself via anxiety attacks when he touches me, I am constantly ignoring him and I feel terrible about it, but not enough to actually do something about it
• his occasional drinking becomes very frequent and having to deal with his drunk only numbs me further to his feelings, when he is like that my only coping mechanism (and self defense) it to block out any empathy I have for him
• when September approaches and I know that I am about to leave Angers but that he'll have to stay in order to finish his apprenticeship I realize that I am absolutely not ready to do another year of long distance relationship, in fact I just want to be by myself and stop waiting around for things to get better because they never do
• I realize that I need to break up with him but I have no idea how to do that
• I don't feel ready to face the power that I have over him (I haven't realized yet that this is the power he holds over me)
• since I still don't know how to break it to him without making sure that he won't hang himself as a response, I decide to start with a resolution of no more adapting to him and no more lying about what I feel, like or dislike if asked (this was difficult ok, I had to start slow)
• what was bound to happen happened : we fought about cleaning (dude, always) and he was unnecessarily threatening and I was so outraged that I let it slip that this wasn't going to last forever
• when he comes home from work I pretend to be asleep and for the next two or three days we both ignore it and I purposefully ignore him and refuse any conversation, something I have never done like that before
• inevitably it explodes again, I can't remember what started it this time, all I know is that pretty fast we were in too deep and I had said things I could only take back by negating them as true (which I had promised myself I wasn't doing anymore)
• seeing as we had reached an impasse he asked me "do you even want to stay together anymore" and I just couldn't find it in me to say yes
• that's how we broke up, me ever so passive aggressively fighting my fight, but for once the results were what I had wished for
• what I hadn't wished for where the circumstances in which this happened...
• I hadn't planned for this at all, because honeslty I would have never chosen this moment for us to break up, because this was possibly the worst moment ever
• and he made me pay for that all night, like, I think this is truly his ultimate piece of work, he did it all, showed his true colors and relentlessly tried to break my resolve
• (this night ranks in my top three worst nights ever and yeah I think that says it all)
• he was never obviously abusive while we were together, not in a way that I would be able to notice and finger point at while it was happening, but that was his big night and he was dressed to impress
• so to give you a little more context : we broke up at 2 am and he was already one bottle of wine in
• you can imagine that the alcohol intake didn't carry on decreasingly yeah
• without going into all the ugly details, he made it clear that I had taken away his reason to work, live and even be good
• he told me he was going to leave forever, nevermind about his family
• of course he played the ambiguity to the fullest, to this day I am not sure if he did it on purpose or not, steadily alternating between using "leaving" literally and metaphorically
• I basically spent four hours sobbing, worried to death and drowning in guilt, at a complete loss over what to do or what to say
• for the first time in my life I experienced what it was like to cry so much that there were no tears left to cry anymore. I always thought this was an exaggeration until that day, needless to say that I've never felt number...
• no really, never, not when the pregnancy test was positive, not after the abortion, because there was always something left after. But that time I felt like I was facing pure nothingness and that the word hope was completely missing from the dictionary, all I could even conceive was waiting for tomorrow and then come what may because every ounce of fight and care had left me, I just didn't have the mental energy to do anything but sleep
• like I legit thought to myself : if you go to sleep he might be dead when you wake up, and my emotional response was inexistent because there was nothing left in me to care with it was all just exhausted numbness
• (I think this is the worst thing he ever did to me, drive me to such a state of emotional distress that I couldn't even care about death anymore)
• because the thing is, it wasn't me who decided "pff I don't care anymore", no this was like my heart had been ripped out and I had lost all ability to care about anything but my sleep, and there was one thing that I still felt : that this was wrong and that it was intrinsically unfair and that I didn't deserve this on the night before I had to go back to school in order to do really difficult and anxiety inducing binding work on my beloved book
• needless to say that when my alarm rang one and a half hour later I went to school like somebody escapes prison
• and I was just so glad to see normal, sane people, having normal, sane conversations that I almost started crying again
• the afternoon I didn't go to school, K was still here and now that he was sober we slowly started talking more realistically about our situation
• in a way he did me a favor that night because his pained cry for help was my violent wake up call and it made sure that I never deluded myself about making it work again
• the following two weeks he packed his things, I was finishing my book and day by day we reconciled
• at the very beginning I had explicitly expressed a no sex rule because I was dead worried of making things blurry
• of course he did his best to seduce me into giving in and after ten days he got what he wanted
• still annoyed that he got that because even though all the effort he put in made it rather enjoyable for once, I can't believe that even broken up he still couldn't conceive (or respect) my need for sexual space
• but really I'm the fool for being surprised
• when he left I still had two weeks left in Angers and I spent them alone in an empty appartement, sleeping on a air mattress because he took the bed, and so very depressed and lonely
• I think this is the only time I truly felt the loss of our relationship because his absence was just everywhere and I was left with so little and stuck waiting for my time to be up
• but then I was home at last and this was the last time I missed him
• for a long time I thought I was just in denial about missing him because I didn't want to admit to myself that I still cared, buuuut now it's been pretty exactly one year so either my denial is still running high or I just don't miss him because I'm just so much better without him
• at the start of this summer, so just a few months ago, I suddenly had the pleasant realization that : I don't need to feel guilty for not wanting to talk to him, because as a matter of fact I never need to talk to him ever again. He will never touch me ever again. And I owe him nothing, not a single thing.
• this was the most satisfying, relief-bringing thought I'd had in months
• good riddance!

Quickly, 2013 :
• so far has this year has been everything I wished it to be
• my father is cancer free (he was very lucky)
• I've won the fight against apathy
• I found myself a great school
• I passed my driver's license
• I have the best flist ever (seriously, thank you so much)
• I am happily doing things with real people again
• I am slowly feeling like I could handle more things (including more physicality :D)
• really life is good.
vergoldung: (spark like empty lighters)
You guuuiiiise.

I have not been this giggly in forever. Oh my God. I can't stop laughing and it's high-pitched and flailing and it just will not stop.

I just came home to the most wonderful stack of mail. Best best best! Plus, my sister had arraged the cutest dinner and it was most excellent. She rocks so hard.

Also. For the last three days, I have been praying praying praying the Sungyeol teaser would come out today, because whatever I am ridiculous like that, and I was totally bracing myself for it to be someone else's day BUT THEN IT WAS SUNGYEOL DAY AND IT WAS TODAY OMG. I actually screamed. And then again and again. Oh man, I am such a fangirl. What is my life. I mean seriously. Whatevs. WHO CARES ABOUT DIGNITY WHEN IT'S SUNGYEOL DAY???

New things in my life :

- I've been watching My Mad Fat Diary. I am loving it so, so much. God this show. I must post about it more extensively, because : wow feelings ouch feelings send help feelings.

- Because of that I have been sent down eight years down memory lane, which means that I've been listening to (What's The Story) Morning Glory on a fucking loop. Just like I did at thirteen. In the very same garden house that I live in now (but that back then was only the computer-in-the-garden-house). While I was angsting with my peeps over msn. And stalking other people's blogs. And ansgting. And flailing. And all the teenage feelings. While singing my heart out with this album night after night after night. HOLD MY FEELINGS BASICALLY, I AM THIRTEEN AGAIN. And wow, it's too much for me to handle. Send (more, a lot more) help.

- I apparently like alcohol now. WHO KNEW. This is like ground-breaking news, you have no idea. My sister is thrilled. Everybody who doesn't know yet is thrilled and is going to work hard at getting me drunk (or die trying, more likely). Obviously my taste is super predicable and the alcohol that convinces me had to be artisanal liquor from an ancient mountain pear variety. What even am I. Regardless, people gon be pleaaased with this news.

And I love everybody tonight. Yes, sometimes that happens! \o/


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