they do things differently in south korea
weird day. watched Oldboy and Ex Drummer with my flatmates, then went to bed all freaked out and fucked up and sort of scared, because OH MY GOD THOSE FILMS YOU GUYS. not only was there far too much sexual perversity (and i mean in the sense of - WELL NOT GOOD PERVERSITY OKAY, BAD BAD BAD) but i was completely unprepared for the violence and the death and just. argh. i never learn, i always watch the scary film and then can't sleep and end up rambling about it. LIKE RIGHT NOW.
but then. BUT THEN. i found out that gyzym's written another installment in her domestic verse fic, and even though it's about grieving and familial disconnect and general sad stuff, it's also wonderful and completely life-affirming and gorgeous, just like always. HOW. this verse is just ajfd;fhsbgbg ALWAYS SO GOOD. it almost hurts how sincere they both are, that's what gets to me. there is a refreshing lack of game-playing in this universe; they are just together, trying to figure out how to even do that, really, and they're not messing about and they're not just in it for the thrills or the fucks, they're just in love.
oh my god. clearly am not sleeping enough, i get horrendously sappy when i'm this exhausted. BUT YES. new gyzym fic = consistently wonderful, i rec it with all my heart and sluggishly-functioning brain.