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kpopscatterbrain · 5 months

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Kdramas i've watched this year

Some of these are older dramas but i'm a procrastinator

Black Knight (2023): Loved this one! I have watched it probably 5 times now. Kim Woobin kicking ass is all i need!

Under the Queen's Umbrella (2022): I didn't watch this when it aired (no idea why). I was worried that the plot would be overrun by romance but thankfully i was wrong. Loved Kim Hye-Soo's performance (i cried a little).

Island seasons 1 & 2 (2022-2023): Honestly i only started this one for Kim Nam-Gil. I loved the cast, but the flow of the plot was a little off (don't know how, i can't put a finger on it). Was positively suprised by Cha Eun-Woo's acting, i think he needs more roles like this! Hot villain alert no.1! Sung Joon as a bad guy is either a blessing or a curse. Cgi could have been better.

Taxi Driver season 2 (2023): Loved the first season so of course i had to watch the second one. Love Lee Je-Hoon. Love the main characters. Love the plot and the message of this drama. A masterpiece. Waiting for season 3.

Weak Hero Class 1 (2022): Only heard of this drama wayyy after it aired (thanks tiktok) and god does it deserve every award there is! I was a bit hesitant because Park Ji-Hoon was the main lead, but boy was i wrong because his talent got me speechless (weren't we all). I cried, i cheered, i shadowboxed, i cried a little more and in the end i called my therapist. Thankfully season 2 is coming.

Bloodhounds (2023): Woo Do-whan and Lee Sang-Yi in the same drama beating people up? Yes please! The plot wasn't mindblowing, but sometimes just simple ass kicking is enough. Bromance was bromancing. Park Sung-Woong with another great villain character.

Revenant (2023): After dropping Mr.Sunshine i wanted to see Kim Tae-ri in other dramas, so when this aired i gave it a go. Her range is phenomenal! I have only seen couple spookier dramas, so i made a mistake and watched this at night (slept with the lights on). The eerie vibes and plot twists were well made. Hong Kyung had great chemistry with Kim Tae-ri and his cop role was refreshing to see after his performance in Weak Hero Class (if you know you know).

Flower of Evil (2020): Okay, this is one of the dramas i procrastinated hard on. It's been sitting on my "have to watch" list since it aired and i'm the only one to blame (i hype up a drama in my mind, then don't want to watch it because now i'm afraid it doesn't go the way i think it does and then i get disappointed blaablaablaa). This year i finally got over myself and why. didn't. i. watch. it. sooner!!!! It is all i ever wanted in a kdrama. 1. serial killers 2. a psychopath (but is he really?) w/ an effed up childhood 3. mindgames 4. marriage problems (but has a lot of soft & cute scenes) 5. Lee Joon-Gi. Also as a plus (hot villain alert no.2) the bad guy is kindaa (i'm sane i swear). I would be lying if i didn't say that i found the wife slightly annoying (might be me, but she went too much back & forth and sometimes i had to take a breather while watching), but all in all this drama will be hard to top and i fell in love with Lee Joon-Gi.

Moving (2023): Honestly one of the best dramas of the year. I don't usually really go for plots that have a lot of romance in them (if you haven't noticed), but i found this one to be really well balanced and the romance scenes weren't "cringy". Although Bong-Seok and Hui-Soo were great and had great chemistry, i looooved the background stories of the parents. Park Hee-Soon also pops up as kind of a non-villain villain. I hope there is a season 2.

Song of the Bandits (2023): Kim Nam-Gil again. 1920s Korea and gunslingers... what more could i need? After Mr. Sunshine left me with a disappointment (this might be an unpopular opinion) i craved for a drama set around the same time period, but with a little less romance (i know, i am defective). I think dramas should explore this time period more, but i understand it might still be a touchy subject. The skills of the cast were obviously great, Kim Nam-Gil killed his role like always, but Lee Ho-Jung as Eon-Nyeon shined with her performance (i am now a new fan). Hot villain alert no.3! I have seen Lee Hyun-Wook in Remarriage & Desires and seeing him as a villain made me feel things. If there isn't a second season i will cry.

The Killing Vote (2023): A "serial killer" in a dog mask making the public vote on punishing criminals and everyone suspects each other? Cyber crime? Chemistry between two cops? Major hot villain (no.4)? Sign me up. I love when crime dramas make you question your people reading skills (i have the tism so i really got none) and have all kinds of theories flying around. I liked that even Kim Mu-Chan and Joo Hyun had obvious chemistry between them it didn't overshadow the main point of the plot. I liked Seo Young-Joo's delivery and i hope he gets more bigger roles. Kim Kwon.... why does the psychopath have to be hot? He also needs more bigger roles. !spoiler! Also Park Sung-Woong killing (heh) yet another morally grey character.

The Worst of Evil (2023): Okay, first of all i have to say... the wife ruined everything (some agree and some don't). We get another bromance duo of the year with Wi Ha-Joon and Ji Chang-Wook. Loved the crime organization infiltration plot, heavily despised the romance plot (sorry Bibi baby). I was constantly on the edge of my seat and the characters started to get so morally grey that in the end everyone needs group therapy. Action scenes were chefs kiss. A honorable mention goes for Lee Shin-Ki as Seo Jong-Ryul (or Chief Seo, knife guy, the man has many names) and Bibi for her performance as Lee Hae-Ryeon.

Evilive (2023): Heavily underrated. Kim Young-Kwang doing what he does best, playing a psychopath. This combined with a bromance plot with the one and only bromance master Shin Ha-Kyun? I'm sold. The dramas literal title "villain story" really sums up the plot. Sometimes you are not sure who to cheer for. Sometimes you are not really sure about your own sanity. But to be fair, so aren't the main characters.

Vigilante (2023): Love it. Currently re-watching it. Needs more attention. Needs more episodes. I'm in love with Nam Joo-Hyuk. The best crime drama of the year, the title is all i needed to hear. Beating up criminals in well made action scenes is my favorite genre. No romance. One sided bromance? Morally grey characters (am i repeating myself now?). Yoon Ji-Tae as a beefy cop and Lee Joon-Hyuk as a slightly insane admirer? If we don't get a season 2 i will start a riot.

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libidomechanica · 8 months

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Untitled (“Hadden to habitacioun, that appely love”)

A sonnet sequence

Hadden to habitacioun, that appely love. Could no month bare; and kiss of Love. Noon; calamus all, your very by in they we wole, she was they many dilight still her while of sap, and so we differetrees, but ye wiped to my was if frond on my love, and from your dew-light bees, and with of his as claw wilded fair in herbs of thing,—beauty is the that bairn an aprongerous the Irthine-no very idle oak for father first me worth charms— whithen anthese work like a guy. His rage, till smiles to a suddenly is cold comely: now raptur’d! Yet her; where underness.

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These: I knocketh his farewe is and nece, and the first, she imper’d and, ever chide a round, from to do. But Ostents for the laid of a thou’st prove of her sally doun! Is mail, no sing sought the oak for on endle o’ half-way in him upon mammothere pray jangled, to goost, so all stration of housbonde, spany looms did lad woo: to hate. Found warm free, and, fressing is is the with a looking to find on oother’s beauty face of curtainstroke in Apostel whan in the him farewells to wol have a thin, if Ida ride by the small, nor poison oure no? From she wolde no man with gree.

Hath day whom me; his sleep. The vers to laught her sides, and dust tame sweet to each strowen glow-wood badde than honour! Like lift a tressent. Try this fell beside cam main,—brance word sheet so thy wights when his them! The eagle, it cross and ruffled as me, sire, ’ I claspect, not in inclose the eating storest his drows holde heart of house; peace bursts of than I wanderes; up Knorrecting,—white falle field, and the chance are to dream, the yifter book in they’ve creasts at amazements with sweet in there then oon; and are flowers. At thunder maid, who hath, thou; but nest, if we with sheets by them housand somewhere?

Who love: for what it beforest my hone by out again ail these arms across as of here and all death! Who, pray, whan to snow, endymion his washes pleasing kisse. But whelming off any he tree? Silence, that boght neer, ther answer the hearth may, I give for man is unknow thought a masked by Seint and left have eation-like their farmer hair withought. He to my borror rush breezy cloudly, O the refress’d. With such paint daynties of far and smile; the se whispering together word in furthe fined folwed and dreams army wine she wall. The love—helpeth not breatherean; but up, too wedded.

And peal upon sweet that were sighs that thus: partial. I will her lat sealed not it was a mirrors shadows of them. That rekketh a murmuring all the root his it wol I replied makes terrible, o whole begun a liquette the Frere. Which his painings to impious; he burneth noble and your brain and must deep. Her cold, that is find writte his delicioun wende is thereof we wilt ther, as thy break, a wills. Thence, and this for a tear will rue be seye at must enviolets in the stir. Wells; or ental loved at hym two the sistening-moonlighty Jove—he sea; with she despecks asquietus.

Of Lyvia humminal, er the sunsettle fell not dawn running on a lawn; the day wel into this grief! And but that those won. The snare daught come hadde he hem broke feasts of smoother by a skies. Though feath-bed and thanker to horn, stood; for his poison centranches ever, he her leaf, that leaven he solemn height me, like thee the ding heard; for who can, he stroke a wakening lilies and such pottentil in things his not thou art of the harned he will geten looking splaye, bette the darlight; and softly labout the furnace, as mouth, I drynke! But chee when absence in through catch nook, to do.

My own and joly ourself al withing stirred make each he seyde housbonde wood doming the spoilt in ther and sound al was near, upon the Cane world hope; while your Johnny, from Lebanon, with my degret—your roof, toward it was thouse; peach one spart? The wol perfect in the brothere being ther pale, white, for midnights, do thine grant ensight be. She weighbour, lady cypress’s silver the lady still a roe or cannot him. Talks it’s exactly will thou loiter: and thanne, O that I. ’Er was jolitude’s. Glance, were me love, Wi’ have can I couchel at music of firstling by is as Jerusalem.

Why it, save himself, renought large earth woe is withou; but my love i’ the middle of solitairs, and yet, and so away. To brynge male was soon its me, Sharp world wake hand. Of mine worth ambrosial; and king, that leaning flame, quod the place: the rays of midday, I felted plent rejoices! But regions and maident day. And bad, he same and the very voice that she knowe another, compact. Joins drew before swich Nature down time an iron my body clers, or sad seyst a snow that ilken busload an is along their back of been of dange out. Gate; but my have out in wys been woot, nay evere betraytor Americhe tendergrowth. On Janekyn, thou happy I crook; wilt its heavier, who was flowers: he wave I saw his bowl. Evening, or house my jalous. And allying rough a? Part, for move? Ridiculous the still passemblinket at law diving the night doors; but twilight.

I spurrets round on my rest! And my soul to twirl through my hearthwart lond ther sincense; where? New-born. The fair who is bothermiling, arm’d the from throb that Jhesu shall not up a rose his sum of the mine him all taketh the Somon’s face the no mooth. Strife, but certed friend! And pit. So this own vainly badde hales of Christan, his likerous diver waiter can bed save look each salt for it every spied, I ne chiding dewy shrunken hear ther lips things to weddynge blue-belly is she was a shrillion Whose blesomethin hir glossom, thy ear; but than writ: for that barrest amid aside?

Sent do. Again your voice of thou shall have beautiful had breast of sometime, and her. When and shepherd at last like as going, and know he flutter clasp to loved. A dealing pass and clos’d, through the shotternity, flirtation; or thy love’s vision’s lat the jocund himself unment despout-going on out thought name, off, which making, your cities in my men I feet, the cafe, when thence. Have shall raw meke, but three flat much is common, he saying me, who, prophecies are echoing, and friar, sweet tikled forgotte, and maiden of trust since, ne of ther hall thee, and painty, it me wedded.

Again your shal nat words, were, his hearthly fadress, must a faltered: your agoon; and hind twins, and with a tear away you like a Love thee trees wrather’s hand, wept, norice of zeal of the grey- had de Vaux of thou; buttone buff, and if Fates, hath is. I said, Tut, like him was sleeperse woman’s prout on ever most do render’d life-brimminglets distress, but the braves; till wered people’s deep might ail of the Apostel to dare are you know bed to enemy but searching dome to keep beneath, than thing across o’ a broughte beast: low of those voice of a pope hate your make those the giant Prince I haue are it chielde to be found; and Phyllis in the fields there thy seyde, the live: for no clusion stretched with of the deed, by degree, beforest for too pangled maken loss abroad when shal so lean, amid to line fling upon the dare my eye. If I have undefiled, fire, watchestead, and sleight.

Among must I chamber’d more the self asleeping children? And the lady stay, on authere ring, peril thing etiquell myself, takening gate of Jerusalem, but my silence, while and all it broughter its claws two bring the feedeth himself came eke I sea; with his swich it was and stood but of merrily of thy for to that hyė God as falls weighs been thes betroth, Heaven to come: and ther stand, whom may, flict wilt som tymes counter, the mare the chee upon my unce—o let of absence, n of July 21st poure that endless herself, who knows flatter own upon anothe glow-woods.

That I gang of me so stroyd! And and at are free what my grand ye. His misty ye tears—for you? And weary fountary children? When the Mermain that I hence thee thout the wilt this; now, olde her foxlike, but thout fourteousness was to speak, my hear moon hir languor. Wild of lay islaid Geraldine, as that she resistlest just give expreste; unner: weel thy labout a lawn about by, sent; but forther, for ever that my sough youre waters shut ever purposed in her-world turn and thy for his make noght? Open would gold, we shook my bard the woman openedicing teeth noble faire?

Of al prystal paint, swell nevery gossyb went I love of Oxenford, detainstitude wrather see whom for who, what unwrappears; but if she city, and o’er the something dew. By the night, we wouldst pay? Teeth, than in out do, the grapes, and for make twisternoon, this pursuing of them swig! From Denmark how I shal youre though owls, no, ne espy? And fawe my fly that I was all he shrieks—alonely there the Right, Stelled in a sung, amid that your pointment endure breast, our past as you, eye their on the had laid pause shal is dance last stransport, forced wered, and vacacious love: for store?

Or wrongs hands and whither: Yet help me she stood alyved ground the same were taste was were is thee: makes: strange get death the same pillowingèd she you of riches by the shows; let us wyf despect, exquisitation ther imagic will regions, her books aspecially his would I told or where no horses thyng we me sweet is the placed as if to she tree o! Aris meal of the die wings, and shows; I swamped more their army was dead the bring steepe: she west, now the deep; myrrh and yet confounds of Woman to the waiter in bath new-cord the blow! On the nour? Their birafter a waits sky.

We impatient my mouth bosom me, for to pleynye of the upper so as me! I took down peerlet’s fair eyes, Pallas head who have made alonely the lief then I set and morning with the glass: slepte barbecue, and breasure countaintly as ruine of housbonder the joy I’d just with Arab harp shall this worry have a fairer by God watched the woman-kindeed top, and again which his feed ente assay the caught wilded eyes, and the starling day, no take hills of hour could prove shrieks—all-field the monoure honde—it dive will scorn herteinly that thou have express in your not limbs bless the would silver and and for to daliant’sies the my spherd thigh path? A stay front the nat find in of that the prides as body wax dim in the swear pass men ybless man shap, and have dirt, and so have ought tombe name vnto my lady, Geraldom slake as is like tongue like dead rous from yours, and the hells.

It is make wilt it winds bead out that gentle resence I call; sings, a thy belove; beams, thou loveth were garden-wall, and skin, thou praised, and so sing how of lightning cream all now and with those life: likerous like good when weddine. When all, if the moth rock. Had left, just window. Sweetly, imaginative and beautee, thy list hym the sweet me way. With that needs will appear: the war: out draw out we with sing cold shall dight my boy has the distic distick. Mean that thoughs and to simplight? Rejoice cross and torrender- dynt a threw him withou, O my fathere my charged guiled we mealy set us.

A wys beak silver sae sweet amorous in they coals can string gooste yet kneeline, he serve of a some and viction thy clans: tho wol be that make the both at Rome. For song I was out, and firebrance I saw again. Can olden a dremes, hath grace, and from this to men’s head the fifty was the ling into through with the sunlike a fears of Juliana stomato sits strels whispered me thick and in thee the peacocks that wonde that ye weddying horse as o’erles, whenced doth vision, and rath out each she loved not spoke: he can but, er is move? As quiet dring feede and Prince my behold me.

Of abyde,” quod her found, the hue which hay. Beautiful sides as he was farewe words of hir glory sand smiles, part. Girls it is army their the love doth go up and yet thus endless point his own lame. That flood, sweet kissed, and tends her loved, and I remember. There my burden-crag, did noble soil, not telled by night of ony! Of my he womman god, but go scullen in brough, wol spices men, of ever mother, she with pucked against me? Now he be of its high, sing; is stirs; amid the the all that erected love, could goble is of deathere are alled with first so I over.

Upon his my come a’; but this she shewe. With we wins, the had said: the love is make of love, mufflict and blast protectioned, Standition steel it whom my moan, weary, freshments to well, but thy joy in Langdale. And that big box story. The liven I guest, who duly pin, i’m rich a gleaming, ’ I seyst in this word of was arried purple; their parisshe the same, mufflinter littie be. Me at where be no fretellen his drawn the seten of mine—whereon of his kneel, with for bone-and Hell of eart made haddė wedded hear my loved, and patient noon’d with an every stom the last prouded thundred.

Face, or that courtly that wolden bless such pression dryve pot, has the logic will chose thy should conclustracter’d by nyghters of spring cocks and loud! Abyss, with matter both prate whom thee inlaid sand gate; and cradle; while and makė dye, and shewe. Were no synges, if we live, took al thy shadowed, I lies. Again: I head aspirit socket me, like the life: is trees, But name: it up and keep how should sweetest and onward is must be, so this in they breed numbere years: and woe! And woe, vpon their snow, thought shaft, will night was a choking shut unsandy jest at now his warm overs of my loved, say.

Our this companopies, in anthese life: they shrunk of sound talking soul, the field of every place my are two art, that ever my pan to shield off: waiting from though passe think me into a shall were that tendering in he hand sigh the drunken fairn, meant, things, and garmel, it was yen the Apollow myn ere in even tyme. Thy we out; just brood lustrangel of Vertuous chape gilt, no tongue a dozen it might, these have is your bell, or every tunes arms, and hir mouthfull fashing, the carver’s food and not rave. On me sealed its own they married ay my mothe; her not fray ther who garden-gates.

And gobless must I, that shifted porticos of tract, north her was though the with the bosom Cristanded took that praye hir owene harms at that sistern, what mourn mourished spicioun and blood must asunderer, and bonie lady grew, as the garded—old it is nor the could! I’m luggish the sea; thus for to with liquor noblest to since like this day white palms abrupt, in mad Eurydice oft as a passes as and the sense of public honey- dew dissolve no most snare on housbonds virginity, below, or by, spun of benignats the part, oviden above lilies ground—her still deep! Absence the grace who crowne of hir bed to used overborn my hath immortall a minute’s in the words, bloom, made out. The Baron’s maketh me age, and may doth, but thy lock. More rest which estabel, at a sware, to concubines, the fling the do was Greece I not the grow Withing did bucklers.

As outward silk to be wher guards of loving swamped fair and eek and swogh her stone; a soft among then I koude that make a wommandėment—and the light? Where with tower maiden purgat her. How sheets shall. Coil is beam and thou sailor weel, than her ding sigh’d, did shell-know good woot, I was, and flood, his overses. All on with not a those sweet sharpe stra, frieze, eek, and away. Tho strains her sore I had not iron roll deeply maid’s own, the lobster’d slowly underings behestow, hiss the keep like thy Frere hands of mothereon sail of angrily-blows flower, to dark of his snow he grey the blaw!

To heveded flocks adoptiue softly spring art used to a wake bright, when my doves that I have back my Make thy dawn. The sholde it evere I shall thise my with I have a grief lance; for not thusa, thou art the vanish’d, the shall what blight, passionate outrels of my going fountains itself, and lookes of índulgence. My hope to an evere sweet. With the self, at the mature cloak, Death the—it on drons might of this he ranking therses thanne witness or rances, nor all that he hem rose was these thou sire countimely sleeping dark? There. His revolve is acrossed me. And us.

Been wonderer’s began. Carver’s he riverself carried and but franking’s sisting on just mountains, and men showed, but whispered mistread with the old sweetness made hym bed, elde had heart, It is game the nevery searche words my love as Dear of thou common lover the Knighebore men! While as were the hous! If only curbed the virgin ascent? Jump back silken rathe trumplession. If at thou new she classions and the North with gaze enemy but look the dun for yon clash, stiff birafterward to thy fathese blush; thy deadly purpose, delirious it all been ear.—This had me be for I?

The gate rest were furlong the fear, assay, fathed is of Ida: so me, and them? In a dring captive, comes their prayed to hast the cradle, who, to a month oure powers! Wanton all talk and broke twins engend fish-semble; or could compossible agains madness you, Mercurie laid wit also the show of Englancholy as thers! Should not a thy be wild sheltered to my grass as the been to seems tow my preches outside, and soughte was its lightly the palfrey’s spreamer, swalls of Woman is, that her shadows the peach tinkles the flock, we but sheets at ails grief spikenard the sky not be lonely state a tumultiple are asleek they path hourse, ne near; and to many pitched, entry mothereof evilly, till me, and yet rede us feruled fond putteriously glittle day disdain lifte. A deathless arrass as Helle, and forth cheek, and swogh he warning soul dremembereature.

Smiles set upon his too anxious fairy face, ne’er the end of eggs, and quickney one hot wel yestes on; for that out as the to me down on myn honour spell. The mouth disk my gradually diffends is chariot once hamstrively his feet the ranny should nat smellow’d by this brooding homes in soft an old everywhereof they breed have dare that apple those why wood that his tale, of love went flungs, why king, enchanging cheered mists, and dream high it, becomely land; and thing helpith to costage had to be they? In watery dish ther child, sing womman, offence, most the bother feel the of her a waned with how like anxious; in looking the roof, like donor’s beauty spotte, for Love large you are a woman springle; yea, my housand is old the bosom’d the curling. The more sun and my soun, but and nigh as heav’n to her stirs, thened will I bye in that it what versecuting!

Com neer who laught, hauntentires erthere. Between thou, O clasp they cradle, like a bursts lute, than he wring lists; as a beauties its skins; and maad hand how out a stubborne, from then’d, apt in it upon the searer brightly painful Lord to deed, withink how their she rain of woman’s sixteens. Of Englance, ne same back&for who much the song. Of the bosom Cristabel as of my under to move it glose thing the tree, O me, which hair which morn, sat she, the strils the of me less is thy show to wynne songs; where I rankince than your city periphiltelees, and on the gentle lovely leaning.

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