I got home from Australia around 2am last night (late flight) and I had ambitions to do things today, but I have cancelled all of them in favour of lying on the couch & reading
good lord
I love his crusade against crypto garbage so much. Totally unexpected life choice.
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yesssss
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Not pictured: great brunch with Sydney people + the travelling ateez NZers, being at my one year old niece’s birthday party yesterday and seeing beloved family, the maniacal organising @thatgoodnight.bsky.social and I have been doing tonight
Some Sydney
Still reading this as deceased sausage
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onlychans
Adrenaline jongho study (((jorehead supremacy)
STUNNING
Sir Gawain Fucks the Green Knight Here’s a tale ripe for telling. Can’t say where I heard it first—in pretty French or Dutch. Perhaps as a young lady walking ‘longside the Rijn. I’ll spin it for you in an English tongue, fine as frost on lace, sweet as malmsey wine. So it goes that young Gawain, strength kissed into his limbs, fresh as the bright dawn, comes trembling down to the Green Chapel. You’ve heard this tale, I know. His breath makes peach fuzz in the air, fear into him like worm to apple. Christmas Morn is too soon, time is short. You have your own life to save, he says, picking through thorn and bough to an ivy-clad cave. The creature is the Jack O’ the Glen / forest prince / the wood’s own laughter. Beard of lichen and eyes like dark elder. I need not repeat their exchange—my boy’s flinching heart—a songbird in a rattled cage. It is after the blows are dealt, he asks, what god is worshipped in these green trees? Boy, the Knight replies, boy, were you not just down on your knees? The Knight is the tang of sap / bark rough and petal soft / everywhere leaves scatter / easily crushed / Gawain clings / hardly knows what he clings to / he is the forest and the flower / a turmoil of roots / where god and tree meet and melt / the birch the oak the fern the deer / mushroom maggot crow / here Gawain is branch and bud / blow returned for blow
This is a sheer indulgence on my part, but it turns out I never actually shared the poem here, so:
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It’s so hot today. He’d die.
Your face went so quickly from ‘yesss’ to ‘oh no’ as you took possession
She’d already hooked me into reading BTS, but I was swearing it was just fic, l wasn’t into this whole Kpop phenomenon… I wasn’t listening to the music… or watching the content…..
Midnight post-show gelato in Chinatown while the shop blasts Umbrella (ella ella) 🥰
Jongho forcing Mingi to sing his solo song 🥰 #ateez #ateezinsydney
It was so good
(The first attempt in Vienna in 2022 didn’t take, but then she showed up in New Zealand in 2023 with a dedicated PowerPoint and a mission, and by 2024 we were watching them live in Milan, and now two shows in Australia in 2026). 🩷🩷🩷
Seventeen has also been load-bearing emotional support, but I’m really glad @thatgoodnight.bsky.social got me into Ateez, I needed it.
Got a little teary at the end of the Sydney show. It sounds silly but the past two years+ of ivf/infertility have been really, really hard and the kpop dopamine has been loadbearing
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I can’t imagine any reboot I want less than firefly
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