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Who is King Sejong the Great, 세종대왕
why is he respected and loved by Korean people?
King Sejong the Great 세종대왕 is the fourth king of Korea's Joseon Dynasty, who ruled Korea between 1418 and 1450.
After his father, Taejong of Joseon 태종 ascended the royal throne and took many measures for the development of Korea, which has made him respected and loved by the Korean people to this day. But why is it respected and liked by Korean people?
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The Statue of King Sejong the Great on Gwanghwamun Square, Seoul, Korea
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What's so great about Sejong? He's kind of an uggo tbh no disrespect.
you come into * my * house and-
ok, you know WHAT
*rolls up sleeves *
If you and I had been parented by Yi Bang-won, we would have DIED before reaching the tender age of 12, considering that Yi Bang won had no compunctions in killing off children related to him, but our baby boy SURVIVED multiple purges to become King, most likely because Yi Bang won thought he was clever but lacked the ambition or fire to be a threat to his own power. However, in this Yi Bang won was FOOLED, because despite being paralyzed by a very justified fear of his PSYCHOTIC FATHER , who basically idk chopped off entire branches from the family tree and who eventually not so subtly suggested that his OWN SON and HEIR that he’d CHOSEN personally, OFF himself, it turns out that Yi Do is a bit of a chip off the old block minus the murder-gene. [Note to self: The murder gene skipped a generation, hiii King Sejo] . Time catches up with all villains, and Yi Do made the first decision that made me go crazy for him- and it was just to SURVIVE his father, and like? The way he does it? He’s so CLEVER about it, is the thing- he gives his father the thing he wants when he says I’ll let you control the military and be advised by you in all matters of state, but it was only to get the thing he wants- the thing that he knows will enable him to build his Joseon. I’ll never forget Yi Bang won’s contemptuous little expression when Yi Do says, “I want to gather scholars together,” and Yi Bang won snorts and says, sure, go ahead, make a little building, and that little building, my friends, is the Jiphyeonjeon, or the Hall of Worthies. And of course, Yi Bang won, who sees the world as a thing to be conquered, would never understand his son’s vision; or have the patience to see it through because that would require, idk, humility? Whatever, he’s DYING, goodbye child murderer, thanks for the land and tax reform and introduction of id cards aka surveillance state, I GUESS.
Skip forward and we have THE GREATEST GLOW UP IN MODERN CINEMATIC HISTORY when Song Joong-ki morphs into Han Suk-kyu with his crinkly eyes and odd barks of laughter, as the older Yi-do/Sejong. And *this * Sejong? A brilliant, mercurial, tormented insomniac, who has no TIME to PLAY when MYSTERIOUS ENEMIES are picking off his people one by one, and stopping him from playing HIS GREATEST GAMBLE, the introduction of a native script that would set his people free. Going up against HISTORY, as several people say over and over; he’s going to overturn the established socio-political order and he’s going to do it while cussing you out like a commoner. The balls on this man? Pure steel.
It’s not just that he’s lonely because of his position, and everything that entails- which includes a physical isolation quite unique to it- it’s also that he’s the smartest man in every room he walks into, and that is it’s own special kind of loneliness. To understand the world that well, to be able to see beyond the surface, to be burdened with purpose, is to consign yourself to a private hell. And how he struggles! GOD. It’s not just his father’s legacy that torments him- what if Yi Bang won had been right after all, and why shouldn’t he use his power in the way he’s expected to- but the person he’s still answering to is his younger self- the scared, shamed child who hid behind giant sudokus, unable to confront his father or mitigate the misery of those whose lives Bang won ruined. See, someone as clever as him: he can the paths branching out in front of him; he can see the game board ten, twenty, fifty moves from now- he knows the things he’s capable of.
And yet? He chooses the path of least harm, even when it increases the probability that he’ll lose. He’s so good. Even in his darkest hours, in the face of incalculable loss, he won’t take the succor , however momentary, that exercising his absolute power as King would surely give him. Instead, he chooses the hard way: the way of persuasion. But it’s not just the power of ideas in abstract; he’s very pragmatical about his tactics. I love that his wins come because he can read people- Lee Shin jeok, for eg, and even Jo Mal Saeng. He schemes AND plots AND negotiates AND persuades and he’s so clever and funny and RIGHT for it.
One of the most moving scenes in the show is where he’s bidding farewell to So-yi, his beloved comrade, and gives her a command that is also a blessing :Live in joy, that’s translated as. Sejong himself has been cut off from that joy for nearly his entire life by then, because duty and responsibility and all consuming purpose have taken precedence over everything else; it takes him till the end to be certain in his own mind that all of those were in fact, born from love, and not as he had feared, the little worm that his father had bequeathed him, and that nestles in the heart of all people. I love that in the end, he comes to this very beautiful conclusion: do the work, enjoy the wildflowers and the blue sky, because that’s all we can do, in hope and love, and the future will take care of its own.
Tl;dr I am getting those Sejong the Great booty shorts even as I type this.
#TwDR blogging#certified hottie Sejong the Great (1397-1450)#eta: i almost want to blaze this post#because what else is tumblr useful for#if not to get the girls thirsting for Sejong
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inspiring myself to go to bed by saying that i get to play my fun and gamified korean learning apps
#trying to make duolingo one of these it’s been a good app for bed in the week i’ve been using it so far#i finally gained enough of an intuitive grasp of the language after four months of serious study that i can use it again lmaooooo#it’s great for vocab!! i like the wacky scenario aspect of it for that#drops started out as a bed app but eventually became one of my daily routine apps#was not quite gamified enough for Fun#memrise and lingodeer are my other two daily apps and i love them both so very much#my sejong class has been on a break week for the comeback and i’ve been missing it so dearly#not only has it seriously elevated my comprehension but it kept my sleep schedule reasonable bc it’s a 9 AM class twice a week hfhfngnfn#and i finally started doing HTSK……… i’m only on the first lesson but i just KNOW it’s gonna be a game changer for me#especially bc quite thorough notes are required for the club assignments#hahaha#i can play my fun and gamified apps#or i can write an essay in the tags about my daily korean routine#OH i also write a journal entry every day#usually only one or two sentences but it’s the repetition that matters not the quantity#ok i’m really going to bed now lmao#korean langblr#bangtan academy#welcome to textas
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Newspaper clipping showing a shot from Great King Sejong (KBS, 1973). Description translation: "A concerned Yangnyeong (at left) and King Sejong*".
*Newspaper got it wrong, it's actually Taejong in the picture.
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airplane pt.2
minatozaki sana x soccerplayer!reader (remixed) || pt.2
synopsis: the world’s game is calling, but will you be able to kick off your feelings in time before sana loses her chance?
warnings: fluff ; bit of pining ; a pinch of slowburn ? ; angst if you really squint
a/n: long explanation at the end of the fic!
the good news was way too good to be true, but you’re blanked out from all the white noise in your head to even listen in the first place.
“i-i literally don’t know what to say…it’s happening all too fast.”
“oh! i’m not asking you to decide now. don’t shoot the messenger here.” the woman, kim sejong, who was a representative for a professional soccer team that was interested in you clarified while raising her hands up in innocence. “i’m just formally meeting with you so that we can get some potential talks going, that's all.”
sighing out of relief, you lean back into the chair between you parents, the both of them laughing while you try to hide your flushed face.
sejong stands up from the chair, turning back to see dex, nodding to him while he nicked his head towards you. the camaraderie was mutual between all parties while she grabbed a card from her briefcase.
“my contact information.” she hands the business card to dex.“it’s good to finally meet you and i hope we can stay in touch.” sejong says, smiling to you and your parents exchanging nods and goodbyes before being led on her way out to the front door.
you were literally just having a normal day with some free practice and the one of many dates/hangouts already with sana just twenty minutes ago, but here you were in a state of shock as to what’s being realized in your head: the contract offers. an actual signature for a team that was interested in your talents—to dumb it down even more; you were about to go pro.
dex comes back with his hands clasp together while your mom tries to make you snap out of your daydreaming again, shaking you while you brush her off in a slight annoyance. “well, i think that was one of the more interesting things to happen today, don't ya think?”
“dex,” you try to gather your thoughts together, “how did you—”
“i didn’t call or ask around this time, she came to us.”
you nod. “makes sense, never mind then.”
“great news either way! from what i heard at rin’s camp, she already signed and sealed her deal to the interested team.
“what?” your mom exclaims in surprise, hand over her mouth while you were just left in awe with what you just heard. “she’s already signed?”
“well, she’s the one who got the first ranking after all, so of course she’d be the go-getter between you two.” dex replies, raising a glass of water to you in a small celebration. “actually, she’s overseas right now getting the final details done and over with.”
“but the rankings have only been out for a freaking week or so! that’s insane of her to do that i can’t believe it!”
“remember what we talked about y/n, the project we discussed about last time initially was more of a hypothesized approach, given how the teams are currently holding up in the league currently.”
dex slides a glass of water to you, mindlessly taking it to drink while both of your parents started to leave the table to get on with their responsibilities around the house. even though there were still a lot of things to consider, becoming a pro was the only thing you’ve been dedicating most of your life to. you’re still in disbelief that you’ve managed to balance everything in between, but sana’s words rang through your head like a phone alarm.
“all of those practices and games will finally be worth it in the end.”
“every step of the way….”
pondering, almost pensive, you shake your head from the thought of what sana would feel if you told her about your contract offers. knowing how supportive she was, you knew that her answer would always be the same as yours. even if you tried to reason with her, she’d win you over anyway—that’s just how she was with you, with her parents, everybody for that matter.
“is there a deadline that we have to confirm by?” you ask dex, swiping the business card to see the number and signature of sejong’s finely written in ink, looking back at him while he scrolled on his phone texting a plethora of journalists, other big soccer team higher-ups, and even fellow agents trying to get rid of all the notifications on the message app.
“well let’s not jump to conclusions now.” he laughs, putting out his hand for the business card back. “if anything, we can hold out until january to get more teams involved. keeping you here would be a crime with the amount of phone calls i get on a daily basis. be thankful that your phone isn’t much active compared to mine.”
“should’ve thought twice before i made you my agent then.”
“pull up your phone right now and show me your text and call history, i bet it has sana all over it.”
you sigh again, opening up your phone before sliding it to dex’s side of the table, skimming through the texts and phone calls. he chuckles at the screen of the hours-long calls and short text messages back and forth with sana. having nothing to hide, you just lift an eyebrow with a simple smirk across your face.
“after all these years, and you still haven’t made it past that stage.”
(well, you’re not oblivious or deaf to what dex and your friends have been saying about you and sana for so long now.)
“i–”
“you don’t think more than three times about signing for a team, but can’t bring yourself to confess to the girl that you’ve been crushing on since you were eight? talk about having your priorities straight y/n.” dex adds, not even leaving you a chance to even state your case.
dex watches you hang your head in defeat of the argument, lightly tapping the table before going on with the rest of your evening doing whatever. “you staying for dinner?”
“what’s your mom making tonight?”
“chicken adobo, one of your favorites.”
“nice!” dex giggles, wiggling your hand while you slap his head to stop him. “but seriously though, time is short y/n, are you gonna regret not saying what you’ve been venting to me about for the past two to three years?”
“lets not bring back that fight we had from a while back.” you quip, “are the news outlets gonna be about me in the next couple of days? ‘
“expect them to be out by tomorrow or the day after.”
“great, i’ll worry about signing until then.”
“still haven’t answered my question though.”
“what question?”
—
your mind may be clouded from all of the contract offers whirling in your head, but muscle memory is your best friend when you seamlessly belt another ball into the top corner of the open net, still impressed at the curvature of the shot.
liz, your fellow vice captain and other close friend, gives you an icy coo when you roll out another ball from the bunch next to the bag, letting it run away before stopping along the grass. “so i take it that the talks are going well?” liz asks, flatly shooting a ball across the ground into the goal. “you’ve been awfully quiet about your side of the whole thing.”
“i like to keep that stuff private,” you say, “you know how i operate about these things.”
“but it still doesn’t beg the question however.“ liz interjects, rolling another ball to you before you chip the ball up, dinking the crossbar by doing so. “where do you see yourself going?”
“who knows?” you laugh out, rolling a third ball back and forth under your foot. “london, rome, japan, korea, maybe even here? it’s still a lot to ponder about.”
you and liz both look towards the set of benches behind to the side, the sweet sound of laughter filling your ears as sana, tzuyu, and mina all share a conversation together on a break. liz sees your gaze soften towards sana while the small gust of wind blows past through you, leaving little to no motion from it while you’re blatantly staring.
“all i’m saying is y/n,” liz sighs out, smacking you on the shoulder lightly, causing you to lose your balance. “probably too many times to count at this point, but sooner or later things are going to change drastically. you’ve gotta say something to her, and you’re too oblivious to things as it is.”
snapping out, you give liz a dirty look knowing that it was a joke before you look back to sana, giving a long lasting daze in which she notices, waving from the bench while you simply raise your hand up in acknowledgement towards the trio. “don’t tell me she drove here too.” liz says, making you chuckle at the thought.
“god, no.” you say. “after that one time late at night. i had to beg my mom not to give her the access code again.”
liz kicks in another ball towards the goal, but it’s deflected wide, giving her a nod of the effort. “are you going to spend the remaining time here with sana from here on out?”
“not today, but next time for sure if i don’t get a text from you asking to get a shooting session in.”
—
the next time you saw and hung out with sana, you were helping her with baking some cookies for the sleepover party that she was invited to by momo and a few others. ingredients are scattered all across the kitchen island, utensils and plates fill up the sink, and you’re frowning at the fact that you have two handprints over your chest with sana laughing hysterically at the image.
“you’re so cute!” sana laughs out, and you shake your head while you put your hands on her shoulders to stop her from jumping around too much. “you should’ve seen the look on your face when i put them on the apron!”
“ha ha, sana. very funny..” you say nonchalantly, dusting off the remnants of the flour poofed on your body from your hands now that the cookies were in the oven almost done baking, so there was a little bit of extra time on your hands. “how long are you gonna be at momo’s for?”
“probably for the weekend. why’d you ask?”
“i thought this sleepover was planned for the rest of—never mind.” you say, taking off the apron before setting it onto the high chair behind you. “since we’re off from class for the next week or so, i thought that you guys would be more excited to spend some quality time together.”
“well, it’s because you’re too busy with your soccer stuff to have time with us anymore.” sana pouts, a chuckle leaving your nose while you fished for your phone to change the song that was playing on the speaker that sana brought down from her room. “you’re still taking me to momo’s, right?”
“after taking my car to see me that one time, you’re strictly back to being my passenger princess.”
sana arches her brows in question, causing you to mirror the same look from her face, the balls in her eyes capturing yours while she sets herself in front of you. seeing her like this inside these four walls does something to you on the inside, this gaze that you’ve seen for so many years now—why does it feel like it gets better every time you see her?
“y/n.” sana calls out to you, and you swear something just clicks in your brain everytime you hear it.
“yes?”
“is there…something you want to tell me?” sana asks with pleading eyes.
you’re thrown off by the initial question. a part of you wants to say what you’ve been wanting to say for three years out of the many with sana. i like you, sana. you. i’m in love with you. always have, for the longest time. everything just seems to wash away when i see you smile. all of my worries and burdens are swept under the rug when we have moments like these. i don’t want this to end. not once, if at all. but, cowardice was always your enemy in life. so you say,
“well, i’m still waiting to hear from dex about signing and stuff like that.” a lame answer, your second thoughts won again this time. “it’s been pretty quiet for about a day or so, but no. you look pretty with the two buns in your head.” you smile, tapping the back of sana’s hair while she accepts the compliment by smiling.
“thank you as always, y/n. always noticing the great things about me.”
(oh, she has no idea. or does she?)
“anything for one of the prettiest best friends i know.” you agree, moving a part of sana’s hair before your eyes trail down the features on her face. just like your daydreaming, you’re distracted by the curve of her smile, the way her lips are so easily contoured with the rest of her skin. the universe in those eyes that probably picture sunshine and rainbows wherever she goes. this perfect, yet calming storm that eases you, it’s scary.
you’re also not helping your case when you have a floating hand next to sana’s head, barely touching your hair like she was some art piece. a soft smile is all you could bear to keep yourself calm while sana lightly blushed from the action, looking down to the floor when the compliment you just said finally registered in her mind. “gosh, why are you—“
“shh,” you stop her sentence, “look up for me real quick.”
sana slightly looks up, her face wildly more attractive with the worry from her eyes along the flush of light pink breaking through her face when you bring your thumb across her upper lip.
you, on the other hand, are playing the role of some guardian protecting their treasure the way your fingers curl on her chin and lips, wiping away the bit of cookie dough that sat there for too long to get you bothered. eyes relaxing up while sana’s gaze lasers through you like a knife in butter, but you have every urge to resist the notion of kissing her right here and now, to not say anything after and just play it off coolly like you always did before.
she clutches your wrist, not wanting your hand to be pulled away from the bottom half of her face—as if she too, wants this to happen. “sana.” you murmur, the way the double syllables of her name rolls out of your lips so effortlessly, she’s gravitating towards you, the thumping in your chest overpowering the neurons in your brain like you wanted this to happen. she’s got you wrapped gently around her finger and before anything else could happen—
ding!
reflexively, you adjust your head slightly upwards while sana falls into your chest, a place where she’s been before, and the way her hands clutch to your sweater while you’re holding her at the waist like you’ve caught her countless times, you can’t help but snort at sana’s clumsiness that she was normally known for in a few cases.
“you had cookie dough on your lips.” you say looking down slightly at the girl somewhat hugging like a sloth on a tree, patting her back to comfort while she shakes her head into the fabric, almost wanting to bury herself more into it because she too knows too that the time is short. eventually, she pulls away standing up, patting down her apron while you rub your eyes as a cover up.
“thanks again for helping me.” sana says, cleaning her throat while you hum and nod in responde before starting to put away some of the ingredients back into the cupboards. “oh, y/n i can just do the cleaning. let me.”
“no, you should go get your bags ready. i still have to drive you to the store to get that ice cream that jihyo asked for.” you reply, continuing to put a box of baking soda into the cabinet while sana waved her hands in protest.
“go wash up. i got this.”
“alright, if you insist.” you say, making your way to the bathroom behind the kitchen. “go ahead and change the song on my phone if you want to.”
sana hums, contemplating on whether she’d use this small window to see what was on your phone. it wouldn’t be any surprise, you had one game which was wordscapes that made sana burst out in laughter when you were playing it at a soccer tourney earlier this year, claiming that you were a mom with your glasses while cooling down for the next match.
other than that, your phone just had the essential apps and social media platforms, but sana let curiosity get the best of her when she sees an article headline about your situation of where you were going to play professionally.
the more sana read past the article title, the more she started to worry. time was short, and the clock was winding down before you eventually leave your home to embark on your journey as an athlete. sana understood how much this meant to you, but she can’t help but think that you’re being pulled away from her with the amount of rumors and coverage that you’ve been getting recently.
she’s happy for you, but at the same time she’s hurt that her longtime best friend that she’s shared more than a third of her life with, was going to walk out on to bigger and better things. an unsaid promise that’s breaking on a thread, and even with the tap water flowing down in her hands and fingers, it feels like you were slipping through sana as well.
“everything okay?”
sana gasps out startled, water drops stained on your clothes and hers while you chuckled at how easily scared she could get. “sorry to scare you.” you say, placing your chin along the crook of her collar bone, “you’ve been pretty quiet for a bit.”
“well—it’s, uh—“
you look over to the left of her, the screen on your phone showing an article that you’ve already read earlier after, clicking your lips and exhaling out, grabbing your phone to get a closer look to what sana read.
“it’s just news stuff, sana.” you reassure, “i still have time left to think about everything.”
everything. sana thinks. why won’t you tell me about the good news? we don’t keep secrets from each other. not at all, not ever. so why now?
“i tried not to read as much.” she says, hiding the lie of worry underneath.
“good, just focus on the now.” you say, patting her back before checking the finished cookie batch in the oven. “let’s go, i put your bags in the car already, so get your shoes.”
“okay. give me your extra hoodie then.”
—
“have you heard about the news with y/n and rin? they’re the biggest talk of the week so far!” sullyoon asks the group of girls at the end of momo’s sleepover, putting down a red five during their game of uno. sana looks up around the table, meeting eyes with the five (including her which makes six) while the light sound of music lowers in order to get a better hearing of the conversation.
“well, i know that y/n and rin are like the best players out of everyone in the team,” jihyo says, her bright tone making sana smile at the thought of you always striving to be at your best when playing. “so i wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t being approached by all of the sports biz fanatics.” she slaps down a red plus two, “uno!”
the next person, maki, draws two cards from the deck, staring at her hand before putting a red seven in the middle. “i know that rin’s already made her deal official, according to the coach after practice following the exit trials.” next was momo’s turn, eating an orange slice before the color changed to blue in the game.
sana sighs out, placing her hand flat on the table. “y/n has been keeping most of that stuff away from me.” she says, “claiming that she doesn’t want me to worry about her future and all that.”
“you think so?” sullyoon asks, hugging sana out of sympathy.
“i don’t know,” sana replies, tensing up slightly. “we hardly keep secrets from each other, and we’re open to everything. it just feels weird.”
“maybe,” momo interrupts, “it could be something other than the whole soccer business.” jihyo slaps momo’s arm, wincing at what she just said before bowing her head as an apology.
“what do you mean by that?” sana asks quizzically, tilting her head towards her fellow dancing classmate. momo and jihyo both share a look with each other, unsure if it was the right call to even discuss it with the others. as sleepovers go: whatever is said during this time stays between them, so they nod in agreement.
“well,” momo starts again. “this is kinda obvious to point out, but everyone thinks that you and y/n look good together.”
“what?”
“it’s true.” jihyo adds, grabbing a spoonful of the pistachio ice cream that you and sana brought for her. “it’s so obvious.”
“guys….” sana groans out, “we’ve been over this already. y/n and i have been friends since we were little. there’s no way that she has feelings for me.”
“you’re not out of the discussion too ya know.” maki butts in to prove the point. “i’ve seen how y/n looks at you everytime there’s games, practices, or even team dinners. she’s got the eyes for you, and they don’t lie.”
“i–”
“sana, you’re notorious for being more touchy with everyone here.” jihyo states, “but when you’re with y/n, you just seem even more clingy to her compared to the rest of us.”
“but that’s how i am!” sana pouts, the argument was too great to go against. the group around the table all share a laugh while sana rolls her eyes. maki looks down at her phone, expression lighting up instantly from what she read. “oooh! we got it! let’s go!”
“the tickets for the winter festival fair?” sullyoon asks in shock.
“yep! jeno said that he managed to get some extra tickets for us, better to go now that way there’s nothing fishy going on.”
the sleepover group all get up collectively to get ready, and sana can’t help but think to herself as to what just happened. pressing the bridge of her nose and sighing out to relive the slight embarrassment she almost put herself through. sana looks back on all of the moments you shared with her, the way you and her would study at the library while waiting for your mom to pick you two up from school, to when sana was scared for her life when you first got your driver's license, all of the moments of arm holding, shoulder bumping, leaning, hugging, sana mindlessly kissing you on the cheek as her way of showing appreciation, the laughs to the point where you’re gasping for air—
“do you know who else is coming?” jihyo asks, almost ready and at the front door.
“jeno didn’t say, but i think it’s three or four more people.”
sullyoon taps sana’s shoulder, startling her for a millisecond before catching her breath. “are you just gonna go out like that, sana?”
“yeah,” sana says. “i’ll get my coat and bags real quick.”
—
sana clutches onto her handbag while her other hand is balled up into a fist with a heat pack in the pocket. her woolen puffer jacket serving as a solid protector from the chilly outdoors while there’s sets of lights hanging over her, the sound of children laughing and games being won in and around the fair. she’s hanging near the main entrance with momo, sullyoon, and maki just waiting for jihyo to get back from her car.
“i’m so glad we’re able to go today!” sullyoon beams, “i’ve always wanted to come here as a kid!”
“i mean, they have this every year as it is, it’s just that you’re busy with sleeping all day.” momo says, “when is jihyo coming back? we’ve been here for at least ten minutes already.”
“she’s getting something from the car, and jeno called me to hang back so that we can all get the tickets together.” maki replies, checking her phone to see if he texted or not. she looks up, “there they are!”
sana along with the three turn their heads towards a small group of people approaching them. jihyo with her trusty small backpack behind her, along with jeno who was actually working at the gate for the parking lot before finishing up, and then there were tzuyu and mina who also tagged along.
her eyes catch one person adjacent to tzuyu’s left side, you.
though it hadn’t been that long, given that it was roughly about three or four days of the sleepover, sana scans your whole look that simply exemplifies a cool, hype girl similar to momo’s and mina’s hip style. your hair was neatly done, complemented by the sleek black cropped puffer jacket layered under with a simple hoodie with wide-fitted pants and cool sneakers - you made the effort to look good whenever and wherever you went, making the whole world your runway.
the small group combines with the other waiting at the entrance, exchanges of hi’s and hugs are being shared all around and sana makes her way to you while you stood still as always, unmoved or unfazed like a stone. you greet sana with a simple, “hi.” with the same energy and tone you always had with her, smiling when she tilts her head to return the greeting.
“didn’t expect you to come.” sana says, pulling your bottom lip out with a sad look from the first words she uttered towards you.
“well, surprise!” you cheer, raising your hands lightly to commemorate the present moment before chuckling from embarrassment, “actually, jeno texted me if i was free and jihyo said that you guys were pretty much done with the slumber party so we just moved your bags back into my car for after.”
“alright, is everyone here?” jihyo asks the group, being the natural leader that she is. jeno is right behind her, talking to one of his coworkers explaining the whole ticket situation to make it easier to get in and before you know it, everyone makes their way inside the festival.
“you chilly?” you question sana, placing the outer part of your fingers across her cheek, sana starts to burn up from the sudden contact.
“i have a heat pack,” she replies, pulling it out of her pocket before placing it against your face, feeling the fingertips grazing your cheek as the heat pack warms up your face just enough to hide the red color from breaking through. sana pulls it away soon after while you two catch up with the group up ahead.
sana looks over again, the sight of you being lost in the bright lights with the sound of kids running and screaming happily all in her vision. sana can’t help but wonder about the endless thoughts she’s seen and heard from you after all these years of being close friends—but you’re quick to come back to earth to catch sana leering.
“my turn to say you’re staring off into space again. ”
sana clears her throat while you try to stifle your laugh, causing her to tap your arm and act all hurt because of it. “not funny.”
“you said it to me! were you dozing or were you looking at the lights?”
“shut up.” sana says, keeping her gaze locked forward while the group stops at the center of the fairgrounds. after a brief discussion of what to do, here was the plan: games and rides plus eating in between.
“you ready to have a fun day at the fair?” sana asks you, bright-eyed with excitement.
“i’ll always follow you, sana. lead the way.”
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to jihyo, momo, tzuyu, and the rest of the group you were with, it was just a normal hangout with friends. but with sana, this was just another typical hangout or date that was filled with endless amounts of fun no matter what was happening or where you and her would go to do it.
despite the chill that seems to envelop everyone around the fairgrounds, prompting people to huddle close to one another to keep warm, the cold doesn’t seem to bother you even when you’re able to see your own breath. sana might have underestimated the elements this time around, staying closer to you and being more clingy how she normally is with her arm linked with yours while waiting in line for rides or watching tzuyu get a chance at one of the many fair games.
you and sana both indulged in the activities around the grounds too, winning a small shiba plushie from the ring toss that sana wanted, to winning the horse race by spraying water into the target. there was also a fierce competition of who can shoot the basketball in a contest between you, mina, and jihyo. mina won that challenge surprisingly, since park jihyo doesn’t even know how to shoot a basketball in the first place.
the group settles in a sea of tables for a food break. you and sana both share a funnel cake plate where sana would be dying of laughter (again) when your nose is riddled with whipped cream, getting a rise out of everyone because of how stupid you looked. you’re not an easy person to lose to, so you scooped a finger of whipped cream before smearing it over sana’s cheek, leaving her completely shocked while it was your turn to laugh at her again while she made an angry pout towards everyone. sana looks over to you again with a soft glance in your eyes, a look of love—and she can’t stop the heat rising in her cheeks the more you indulge in her features, like time slowed down around you two for an eternity.
sana wants to know what you’re keeping from her, to peer into your eyes like she has multiple times before. the chances for her to initiate something that should be second nature to her as a close friend, but there’s something pulling within that’s holding back from doing so. you look out towards the crowd and the group around the table again before tzuyu says that they should do some more stuff before leaving.
there’s few more fair games played here and there, and maki points out to you at a soccer shootout challenge, and the guy that’s in charge of the attraction calls you forward to step up and try. it was really nothing too difficult, just a penalty shootout but the robot goalkeeper was famous for blocking nearly 99% of everyone’s attempted shots. like the cool individual you were, you treated it like any normal set piece during practices and matches. the group behind you all got low with energy before you started the run up, hitting the ball perfectly into the top corner where the machine goalie couldn’t reach.
everyone was left in awe while you just simply shrugged your shoulders, the guy in the attraction in disbelief that you managed to get it in, especially on the first try. well, i mean, you are a burgeoning professional soccer player, so maybe it could be a fluke or just pure talent. sana watches you pick out a prize from the top row, which was a huge polar bear. she could see it as your spirit animal, so it was a perfect choice.
it was almost the end, and most of the rides were on their last call before closing. “we should do this one as our last!” jihyo yells, pointing to one of the biggest rollercoasters the festival had. the format of the kart was weird, the front row was only two people with the rows being three seats a person, and the group that you and sana were with totaled up to eight people. “who wants to take the front row?” maki asks, looking amongst the group.
“i want to!” sana answers, raising your hand up to volunteer.
“ahhh, about that.” you start. “i think i might just sit this out.”
“what?!” jeno exclaims, “why?”
you don’t think twice about it, but you clinch sana’s hand before she could approach jihyo to ask if she wanted to join the front row with her. “it’s my least favorite ride here. i have bad experiences with this roller coaster specifically.”
sana twists around, noticing her hand being pulled by you. “but you’ll be with me? we’ve gone on a bunch of rides around here already! just one more, please?”
“guys, really. i’m good, don’t worry about me.”
“you can take a soccer ball to the face, but won’t get on the rollercoaster ride with the rest of us?” maki asks, rolling your eyes from the question.
you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the group collectively convincing you to get on for one more ride before going home. looking away wasn’t gonna help and sana pulls your head back down with her hand before she looks at you intensely.
“alright, for this ride i’ll go with you guys.”
everyone cheered, and you’re probably regretting agreeing to get on the ride.
because you hate heights.
and here you were, on the front row about to get into the ride. no turning back now even when you’re already strapped in. “you look pale.” sana says, looking over to you while you kept your face straight ahead. “oh i’m fine,” you reply. “i just didn’t think you forgot about my thing with high places.”
“oh, we can ask to get off if you want.”
“no. i’ll stay here. i want to do this.” you cough out, clutching sana’s hand for comfort, clinching tightly while sana looks at the difference in size from her hands to yours. it wasn’t that big, but your hand was slightly larger than hers, perfectly placed as it should belong—where it was meant to be all this time.
the ride starts forward, jihyo whoops out in excitement while tzuyu cringes next to her. momo was also along the pair in the row behind, with mina, maki, and jeno in the last row while it stars to ascend slightly. your heart is beating by the second, the more the car got close to the top. you’re holding sana’s hand throughout the entire time and before you knew it, it was at the peak before the big drop.
“sana,” you start, “i just… wanted to let you know about something...” sounding like you were about to die with the amount of hyperventilating you’re doing. sana is left bewildered, stunned at the fact that you’re not even looking up towards the view. she wants to say something, to calm you down, but her words are jumbled to not even speak. “wha–”
the rest of your words are barely registered in sana’s mind with the added suspension of just literally hanging in the rollercoaster. but sana couldn’t believe that of times and places, you’d address it this way: your feelings for sana. being confessed right out of your mouth. then, gravity and machinery play their role to bring you two back to earth.
sana is mentally checked out by the time the ride comes back down to the loading dock. you’re still holding her hand when the harnesses are lifted, and you nudge sana to stop her from zoning out while everyone else behind you was already on their way towards the exit. “c’mon, they’re waiting for us at the end of the photo section.”
at the beginning of this hangout, sana was the one leading. now at the end of it, you’re stepping up to be the one first going forward when you reach the group waiting for you and sana right outside of the ride. the remainder of walking around before getting to the parking lot, sana was just silent when she’s tailing behind you before stopping with the rest of the group.
“i think that was a fun time.” momo says, holding up sullyoon who was a bit sleepy after a long and fun day. “so i guess this means we’re all heading home now?”
“well, jihyo and i are gonna get some food.” maki says, leaning her head on jeno while he was yawning. “what about you sana?”
sana looks up, confused, her head spinning trying to think about all of the things that just happened in the span of twenty minutes. she stays quiet for a second, before trying to say—
“i think i’ll have to pass.” you answer for her. “i’m pretty tired as it is, but i can take sana home since we put her bags in my car.” you say, reminding jihyo why it took a bit longer to meet up with the rest of the peeps earlier.
“okay.” jihyo says, looking over to tzuyu and mina. “i guess we’ll see you guys later?”
“yeah, just let me know when the next thing happens.”
goodbyes are being shared, and you’re already putting distance from the rest of the group with sana, walking over to your car as the silence fills up the air when you get inside. sana clicks her seatbelt in, and before you start the car, you look over. “sana.”
she answers with her eyes landing on you, the same worried look you had when you talked to her about the whole exit trial situation at the cafe, not saying anything still before she hums in response. “you okay?”
“yeah. i’m good. just tired.”
you nod, not even putting a piece of mind how much of an idiot you were. sana wants to be mad at you, for keeping something from her that was vitally as important to anything that was happening in her life. that, and the fact that you basically confirmed everything that sana assumed for a little more than over two years. you laid the first move, now it was her turn. what was she gonna do?
after a very short car ride, it was already midnight. sana proposed to get her stuff from the back of your car, but you insisted that it was better for her to get inside and just wait until the next morning to get it. perks of living next door to each other really has some benefits, so sana doesn’t even argue.
once you reach the porch at sana’s front door to her house, she stops before opening the door, turning to face you under the overhanging light. “there’s something that’s been bothering me.” she says, hands to her side. you’re looking up from the bottom of her steps before walking to match her level.
“you sound mad.”
“i am.”
the pin drops in your heart, playing back the many things that you could’ve done to set sana in this mood. “was it something i said?”
sana nods. and you’re connecting the dots, thinking about the moment back on the rollercoaster. the gears click, “look–i’m sorry—about what i said earlier.”
“y/n.” sana says, letting any rational second thought out the window. “just, hear what i have to say.”
sana collects herself before taking in a deep breath, the weight of her heart pouring out while the words are filling your ears. she lets you know how much you mean to her, and even more. sana took a leap a faith, in the hopes that you could understand her feelings. the anxious demeanor you have suddenly washed away, smiling down as sana stutters at your face.
“sana. i know.”
“you–”
pulling sana in for a hug, she melts under your grasp, clinging to you for dear life, not wanting for you to leave her space even though that’s the endgame in all of this. so she smiles, where you can’t see, gently holding her face to make her look up to you with wide eyes. “how do you want to go about this?”
you don’t say anything, leaning down with half-lidded eyes, letting the action speak for itself as sana does the same. nearly filling the space between your faces and lips, before the door abruptly opens. “sana!” her mom says, causing you to push her away slightly to not raise any more suspicion. “oh! y/n, sorry i didn’t know that you were taking sana home.”
“sorry to scare you mama tozaki.” you say,hand behind sana’s back. “we were just talking as always. you know how we are.” sana’s mom hums in response, knowing how good you were for them now as a long time friend. she lets sana know to get inside soon before closing the door to give you and her some privacy. you’re clearing your throat while sana fixes her hair.
“so, i’ll see you soon again?” you ask, sana nods, hiding the pink from her face. “yeah,” sana says, “i’ll text you.”
“cool. i can bring your bags tomorrow, or later.”
“great. goodnight y/n.”
“night, sana.”
sana steps into the house and makes way to her room upstairs. she sees through the windward looking out of you walking past her front yard to your house, in good spirits that she finally took her chance and hopes that you’ll do something about it before you leave home for good.
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some weeks pass and all of a sudden, sana’s celebrating her birthday in her house. bombarded by her friends, relatives, and anyone that she has made some sort of connection with to send blessings and regards on her special day.
even after being surprised with a session at the spa to the party back home blowing the candles, she still hasn’t seen you all day which makes her worried that you might’ve forgotten about her despite sending her a lovely birthday text. once everyone cleared out of the house when it was almost sunset times, she answers the doorbell to see you standing there with one of the simplest street fashion outfits with a racer jacket with baggy jeans, holding out a bouquet or roses that makes her gasp at the image.
“sorry for being late, i came to scoop you up.”
“where are we going?”
“you’ll see. it’s a surprise.”
that said surprise was a spot on a hill, the cute picnic setup with a bag and basket full of your and sana’s favorite assorted foods and snacks with a wine bottle set next to it. sana was left in amazement with the effort you put into planning to get all of this together. “you planned all of this for me?”
“i had dex chip in with the idea. but yes, just us together, nowhere else.”
you’re passing sana some fruits while she’s rambling about how well she’s been treated all throughout the birthday, and lending an ear while you just watch sana have the brightest ever smile that looks best on her.
it could knock the wind out of you more and more times the second she sets eyes back to you, and you’d get back up every single time because you will.
sana feels your gaze burning through, the way the curve of your smile tugs across your face, the beauty mark you have on the lower half of your cheek, that one dimple that sana always pokes at when you scrunch your face in annoyance. her head falls a bit, lost in the map of your face when you raise an eyebrow, grabbing her hand to clasp with both when she stops speaking. “i think, it’s best if you know what’s going on with me.”
sana stops short, undivided attention now on you when you sip the last bits of your wine from the glass. her heart feels like it could stop at any moment, but she’s seen you at your worst in and out of soccer, this was no different.
“i got a contract offer.” the bombshell announcement that was all but bound to happen.
“where?”
“it’s overseas,” you reply. pulling your knees closer to your body, feet wiggling through the socks. “this has been everything i ever wanted in my life, but there’s one thing missing.”
“and that is?”
“you.”
sana’s left stunned, but also relieved that you can say it more properly this time, and not a few hundred feet up in the air. so she stays quiet, letting you take the first chance of setting your feelings to light.”
“you’ve been with me every step of the way, and i realized at that time. that you mean a lot to me than i could ever grasp.” sana’s trying everything in power to not let the natural urge of affection take over her, she just needs that push to get it across.
“i like you, sana. i’m just glad to have you in my life to begin with. and i want to express that in ways that i don’t see myself doing.”
you hear sana giggle, the sentiment of the moment left in limbo as you put your face in your hands, hiding away from embarrassment, but sana pulls your hands away, looking at you with a wistful stare, one that’s been an oath from the start. she looks hopeful, eyes glittering with a galaxy behind it, and leans closer.
sana kisses you. your best friend for so many years is kissing you. you want it to happen again and again. the kisses on the cheek aren’t anything compared to this feeling, one that you wished you'd done sooner, but that’s not the worry now. your hand slides up to sana’s face, pace steadying the more feel sana’s perfect, cherry scented lips, not wanting to make this moment end.
you’re the first to pull away, pulling a needy peck out of you that makes her let out that special giggle that is exclusively for you. “three years.” she mumbles out, brushing her lips against yours, “i’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
expectant as of sana always, she pecks your cheek when you dip your head away from the blushing you have, before you come back around to meet eyes with sana again. “you have… no idea.”
“don’t make me worry y/n.” sana says, hugging you now, the feeling of leaving not setting in again for a second, and it sucks. “no matter where you go or who you’re with, i’ll be here for you, always. remember that.”
“i think we’ll be fine.” you say, thumb rubbing the skin of her cheek while she melts to your touch. “we’ve gone through worse things than this, but we have each other.”
sana leans her head on your shoulder, looking out to the fading sunset as you wish you had more time for moments like these all over again.
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it’s mid january, new years has come and gone, classes are back in session.
you’re sitting on a bench at the airport terminal, sana’s hand in yours. the last few weeks leading up to this have been an absolute dream that you didn’t want to wake up from. doing everything and anything to spend as much time as possible before being sucked into a different world that will swallow you whole.
you’re not much of a crier, but you can’t help but giggle at the sound of sana’s–actually, your mom’s sniffles when you and sana share a glance at each other. some conversations that you and sana talk about don’t even need words, since sana already occupied half of your mind.
“i shouldn’t be feeling nervous, but i am.” you say, sighing out with an uncertainty in your tone.
“hey! that’s not the attitude that we talked about in the car.”
“i know, it’s just—one more thing that i didn’t think it would be possible for me to make this far.”
sana leans into you, holding tightly to your arm even more than usual, it’s her way of comfort. she holds a hand out, a single pinky–a simple promise that sounds easy, but doing it is the difficult part. “promise me, that we’ll keep the space open for us.”
“what space?”
“that you’ll come back to me. no matter if we’re millions of miles apart. or if you’re having the hardest of trials, i want to be the one who hears all of it firsthand.”
“i wouldn’t want it any other way with you sana.” you say, pinky finding hers, coiling together. “i promise with all of my heart.”
the announcement of your flight is overhead on the PA system. dex, with his immaculate timing, sees you standing up, that makes sana and your parents do the same thing. you turn back to the three behind, giving a reassuring nod that this was the parting of ways.
your parents are quick to hug you, fighting back the tears from the very people that have sacrificed everything to give you the chance at the dream you dedicated since you were eight years old for. your dad pats you on the head while your mom literally doesn’t want to let you go, but she does eventually.
seeing them off, it leaves only sana. in the midst of the people walking past you two in the airport, it was just a bubble surrounding you and her.
“i guess this is it.” you say hand lingering out for hers while sana stays still. “we were always gonna end like this weren’t we?”
“y/n, stop.”
you smile, and sana smiles also. laughing to ease the tension of the occasion, but the tears are welling up in your eyes that makes this a bittersweet feeling to swallow. sana steps forward, sinking into your arms, stumbling a bit, the weight from your backpack nearly tipping your over. you’re catching a whiff of sana’s scent in her hair, to make this feeling in a capsule for you to always keep while you’re away.
sana looks up at you, leaning down for a kiss, for one last time. you’ll come back around, it’s your end of the agreement. because when you do, you’ll drop everything in your hands in trade for sana in a heartbeat. pulling away, and sana finally breaks a string of sniffles.
“i love you.” you say.
“please don’t go.” she bants. “i don’t even know what i’m gonna do when you’re not here, who am i gonna go to annoy about my problems with, and—”
“sana.” you say again, grinning. a single tear streaming down your cheek.
“i love you.” sana finally says. she’s said it before, with every weight behind the vowels and constants that carry within the eight letters. it’s so sweet like seeing cherry blossoms, you want to get lost in it over and over. “i’ll see you again soon.”
pulling away with the last touch of the fingertips, sana waves you off across the terminal. escalator ascending upwards and into the unknown territory of your dream.
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a/n: hey!!! you're probably wondering why i wanted to rewrite this series in the first place. long story short, i didn't like the direction i took with this idea when i intially started writing. so i wanted to go back and somewhat remix this idea to make it more appealing to my peronal standards :) i hope this version was a lot more to your guys's liking and don't hesitate to give me your thoughts!!
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speaking of korean names, i think you got some of them wrong in your preset choices. I'm pretty sure the korean name for sky is haneul, river is kang, and ha is summer/sunshine. now I'm not a korean so i could be wrong but when i did my research when i was trying to search for my mc's name those are what came up for me. i hope i didn't sound rude, i just wanted to help 😅
hello hello! i understand why you would think that, and would like to explain a little about why i chose certain names and paired them with certain meanings. now, i would also like to disclose that i am also not korean, but here is the reasoning that i have. if anyone is a native korean speaker, please feel free to correct anything or give additional comments!
and now, buckle up for a history lesson, everyone!
first of all, one thing to know is that for many korean words written above, they have both a hangul (한글) form - korean writing that we often see in modern media - and a hanja (漢字) form - chinese characters that were used as the writing system in korea up to 1443 CE. at that time, hangul was introduced in joseon dynasty korea during the reign of king sejong the great, in an attempt to make written literacy more available to the common people.
hence, when looking at the meaning of the words above, one must first know the hanja character that the hangul pronounciation refers to. many words with the same hangul can have the different meaning. their corresponding hanja, however, can be completely different!
let me explain this with some of the words that you have brought up.
while kang 강 does indeed mean river, its corresponding hanja has a variety of characters: 姜, 康, 強, 江, 剛, 㝩. the first is 姜, which is most common, and actually means ginger. the kang that corresponds with "river" is actually the fourth character, 江.
however, there is another hanja with a different hangul that is also translated to "river", but is used in different situations. that is ha, which i assume is the one that you think is wrong.
ha also has a number of corresponding hanja, but i'll only put the relevant ones here: 河 and 夏. both are read as ha in korean hangul, but the first means "river" while the second means "summer". in mandarin chinese, they are read as "hé" and "xià" respectively.
the last one, cheon 천, has three corresponding hanja characters - 千, 天, 川. 千 means thousand, 天 means sky and 川 also means... drumroll noises... river.
so, i hope this has helped you understand this a little better! and for everyone who stuck around until the end, here's a very pleasant 💓and 🍪 for you!
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October 9th ! Shoutout to Hangeul because today (in South Korea) is Hangeul Day !
Hangeul is the writing system on which the Korean language is written, which is the only natural language on Earth with over a million native speakers that features a constructed featural script as the official way of writing.
Hangul was created by King Sejong the Great on 1443 as an attempt to improve the literacy of the Korean people by giving the language an alphabet that accomated it. Before Hangeul, the way of writing Korean was through Chinese logograms which don't fit how Korean works; yet its use by the Korean elite continued until the 20th century.
Hangeul even has the reputation by some to be of the easiest or even the "most scientific" writing system. It is featural, which means that the characters encode information on its pronunciation. Here you can see a chart that shows the claim that the Hangeul consonants are shaped after the part of the respiratory track where the articulation happens:
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❦︎♕︎ Royalty asteroids that are prominent in my astrology natal chart ♕︎❦︎
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asteroid Sejong (7365) conjunct my sun (1 orb)
this asteroid is named after King Sejong the great,
His greatest achievement was creating Hangul, the Korean alphabet, but his patronage of science, technology, literature, and medicine all had a large impact on Korea and Koreans. King Sejong is known as one of the greatest rulers of Korea of all time, as he created Hangul (Korean alphabet), encouraged significant scientific advancements, reinforced Confucianism in Korea, and caused many political and social advancements. Sejong, (born 1397—died 1450), monarch of the Chosŏn (Yi) dynasty during his reign (1419–50) cultural achievements in Korea reached their highest point.
asteroid hatshepsut (2436) conjunct my sun (1 orb)
This asteroid is named after the female pharaoh Hatshepsut. Considered one of Egypt's greatest female pharaoh brought great wealth and artistry to her land. She sponsored one of Egypt's most successful trading expeditions, bringing back gold, ebony, and incense from a place called Punt (probably modern-day Eritrea, a country in Africa).
asteroid Carolus Quartus (16951) conjunct my sun (1 orb)
This asteroid is named after Charles IV, Holy Roman Emperor. He is considered the greatest czech of all time. The 14th century – particularly the reign of Charles IV (1342–78) is considered the Golden Age of Czech history. He gained more through diplomacy than others did by war, and through purchases, marriages, and inheritance as he enlarged his dynastic power.
asteroid Vaclav (8740) conjunct my sun (2 orb)
This asteroid is named after Wenceslaus I, Duke of Bohemia. It's hard to find stories about him but all i know is that he is known for being "Good" and people make famous songs about him. Oh yeah uh also his evil brother killed him too..
asteroid Reyes (14684) conjunct my sun (1 orb)
"Reyes" or "Rey" means "Kings" or "King" in Spanish.
asteroid Koniq (3815) conjunct my mercury (1 orb)
"Koniq" means "King" in German.
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asteroid Zoser (4907) conjunct my sun (2 orb)
This asteroid is named after the pharaoh Djoser. Djoser, also spelled Zoser, second king of the 3rd dynasty (c. 2650–c. 2575 bce) of ancient Egypt, who undertook the construction of the earliest important stone building in Egypt. His reign, which probably lasted 19 years, was marked by great technological innovation in the use of stone architecture. King Djoser's architect, Imhotep, built the first pyramid by placing six mastabas, each smaller than the one beneath, in a stack to form a pyramid rising in steps.
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2023 drama roundup
Unchained Love: I still hum the unhinged flute intro on a regular basis, easily my fave intro of 2023! I didn't actually finish the show due to dwindling interest, but for the first 14 episodes or so I took a keen pleasure in it (and it made me go on a eunuch webnovel spree, expertly curated by @mercipourleslivres). I love it when heroines are allowed to be truly funny, rather than just quirky or ditzy. Also appreciate the goofy Lamp Prince turning into a brutal incel tyrant the moment he got power.
Six Flying Dragons: I don't think I can write anything succinct enough for the roundup format so I direct you to my "my sfd tag" if you want to access my enthused livetweeting. Show of all times, lives were changed.
Tree with Deep Roots: I literally can't think of a better topic for a tv show than Sejong the Great constructing hangul together with his band of nerds, one of whom he has a weirdly intense, vaguely erotic relationship with. Han Suk-kyu carried this entire show on his trembling shoulders. What an actor! What range!!! It was such a treat to watch him smugly debate his ministers, roleplay a farmer, and hiss half-mad soliloquies to himself in the dark. It took nuance and depth to portray the kind of inner conflicts and generational trauma that Sejong battles in the background of this drama. To be honest I didn't always enjoy the Milbon subplot which I felt got repetitive, and often found myself wanting to fast-forward the wuxia scenes. In a better world the show would have centered the whip-smart palace maids and their alphabet workshops. But I will definitely rewatch this soon. And maybe also write a fix-it where Sejong and Soo-yi fuck idk.
Quartet: Cute little murder mystery about a found family of freaks, liked it a lot.
My Country: The New Age: As entertaining as ever. Very fun to rewatch this back to back with Tree with Deep Roots, since Jang Hyuk plays diametrically opposite characters with the same vigor and commitment.
Gone with the Rain: Sometimes you watch something which you understand is technically a masterpiece but it doesn't do anything for you, and sometimes you watch a piece of campy silly fun and it makes you tingle with joy. This was the latter category for me. I liked the first and middle parts enough to make up for the lukewarm fizzle of an ending.
The Autumn Ballad: Has some fucked up elements that are difficult to stomach, but the parts that are good are really good.
Not Others: Bingeable! But imo they could have cut out the stalker/murder cases and just focused on the excellent family drama.
The Matchmakers: This surprisingly swooped in towards the end of the year as my favorite comedy of 2023, all thanks to a rec by @haraxvati. I adore Cho Yi-hyun in this role!!! She is so hot as a shrewd matchmaker with a fake mole and a twinkle in her eye. Love the virgin prince with his yearning-induced panic attacks (Rowoon didn't work for me in The King's Affection in a quite similar role, but he's so much weirder and lamer here, which is something I like in a man). I am obsessed with the side plot of the crossdressing romance novelist and the solemn police officer who is trying to capture her and ends up giving her free home renovations and smouldering looks instead. Also, Park Ji-Young and Lee Hae-Young are two of my favorite villain actors on their own, and here they are married!! Still have a few episodes to go, but I intend to binge them as soon as I post this.
Dramas I dropped or paused:
Our Blossoming Youth: I shipped the heroine and her cute maidservant a little too much to bear the dull prince they stuck her with. But I might rewatch it some day bc I want to write a Sherlock Holmes fic for the girls.
Little Women: A real disappointment, because I love Louisa May Alcott and I love Jeong Seo-kyeong. Once again, letting the women kiss might have solved much of it.
Island: Casting Kim Nam-gil as an expressionless cool-guy action hero offends me personally. (Yes Song of the Bandits I'm giving you the stinky eye also.) But Lee Da-hee and Cha Eun-woo were delightful!
See you in my 19th life: I couldn't, even for my most darling Shin Hye-sun, go beyond episode 1. There's something about a kid dating another kid even though she's a literal adult inside her brain that I can't really vibe with.
My Dearest: I do intend to finish this, but I lost the thread after the first half. It got a little too dark for me I think.
#you'll get my moving and minglan recaps in the 2024 roundup because i haven't finished them yet#(i like minglan too much to binge it and my husband won't let me watch either show without him)#unchained love#six flying dragons#tree with deep roots#quartet#my country: the new age#gone with the rain#the autumn ballad#not others#the matchmakers#our blossoming youth#tvn little women#tving island#see you in my 19th life#mbc my dearest#2023 recap#kdrama
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2022 in kdramas
*that I finished
I spent my January nursing all that The Red Sleeve broke (my heart), nourishing what it gave me (provocation to write, notes here), cursing what it did for my overall k-drama viewing expectations. I am still mad that Lee Se-young wasn’t recognised for what she did in TRS, a show that belongs to Deok-im and her alone. I had finished Good Manager a day before, a long-winded bromance between Namkoong Min and Lee Jun-ho. I didn’t think much and truth be told, I don’t remember much either. Happiness fell flat after three episodes; stayed for the remaining episodes because of the excellent chemistry between the main characters. I evidently watched Coffee Prince many years too late but I saw every reason why I might have never finished school if I had seen it earlier.
Run On kept me thrilled on occasion, became white noise otherwise. I loved seeing my two joys, running and translation, woven into the show, loved the miracle of found friendships and homes, and a defiant writing philosophy that healthy relationships are worthy of being probed. Despite how unbearable Our Beloved Summer was about Ji-woong’s unrequited love, I could see the good-naturedness of the story writer-nim was trying to tell. I loved watching why the two leads fell apart and what brought them together. I loved that this had something to do with communication but I loved even more, that it just had to do with having grown up and realising you can love something you’re not and that’s one way to experience life. Kairos is the most underappreciated show that tackles time-travel. Great writing with exceptional attention to detail.
February was spent with the duology of the Ahn Pan-seok—Kim Eun—Jung Hae-in universe, the k-drama equivalent of Austenian bliss. Both shows benefit from Kim Eun’s thesis that romance may be intimate but love, in a patriarchy, demands a public that must accept it. Ahn Pan-seok is the finest orchestrator of moments that feel like the time lapse that falling in love is, that thing that people often reduce to soulmatism or violins at first glance. In One Spring Night, it works. In Something in the Rain, it fails because Kim Eun was still finding her voice as a writer who is stumped by what makes for the ‘right’ kind of conflicts in a 16-episode arc. I don’t think that’s the only problem with SITR but it’s the one she solved with marvelous elegance in OSN. In both shows, the main leads are charmingly, refreshingly communicative with each other. But it is in OSN, where Kim Eun figures out that being vulnerable is not the same as talking about vulnerable things, and how to make it count for all relationships that matter. Son Ye-jin and Han Ji-min, I love you both equally.
In March, I began paying an honorarium to the guard of my Jang Hyuk horny jail. Deep-rooted Tree made me cry in at least 14/24 episodes. A Joseon murder mystery wrapped in a drama about accessible language as the beginning to breaking down class barriers and nation-building, with nerdy love for character interiority? I ate that up. Han Seok-kyu is the only reel King Sejong ever. Just like Jang Hyuk is the only reel Bang Won ever. My Country: The New Age is a shallow show with hilarously lofty dialogues and masterful action sequences. In my most generous reading, MCTNA attempted to ask if Bang Won’s modernity could have come at a lesser price; is modernity not equivalent to audacity? Woo Do-hwan is almost as good at portraying audacity as Jang Hyuk.
Having Park Eun-bin and Kim Min-jae play Brahms in a riveting duet is exactly what Do You Like Brahms? set out to do. Introverts are rarely done well on the screen and getting it right with not one, but two leads is an achievement too. If you are a person fuelled by that mystical "passion," the creative arts industry can be a cruel place. Chae Song-ah is, by all accounts, not as talented as the others around her, and this is not a story of stick-with-it-till-you-rise-from-the-ashes. Even the hope that it might be is wonderful writing because Song-ah is far more assertive than anybody gives her credit for, like a baby who holds onto your finger with shocking strength. In classical music especially, there is no such thing: you are good or you are out. Park Joon-young is great and yet, he is begging for an out, because being good is just the beginning. These two and the other characters are deeply in love with music and they want to protect that love. They all find out that in the end that love needs sustenance, not protection.
I binged Fated to Love You in April, in a private experiment to see how much Jang Hyuk brainrot I can take. (Let’s remember this is a summary of the shows I finished.) I came out of it with brainrot for one more Jang. Outrageous show, outrageous star power. Soundtrack No. 1 was a forgettable experience save for the fact that I am now a person who looks up Park Hyung-sik’s MDL page on the reg. I think everybody is right about Twenty-Five Twenty-One: (a) Baek Ye-jin and Na Hee-do were always going to break up (b) It was a terribly-conceived finale. Two other opinions I am going to leave here: (c) Ji Seung-wan, darling of my heart, should have been the lead for the show that writer-nim actually wanted to do. (d) More people would see this, and also may have responded with thoughts beyond ship discourse, if Na Hee-do was played by anyone other than Kim Tae-ri.
I think people were right about criticising Lee Soo-yeon’s Grid too. The science of time-travel took some leniency. I get why the finale would have been unsatisfying, even as a setup for a potential second season. But I offer that the thesis of LSY’s shows is never in how they end, because they are not moral science lessons for the future. Grid’s deeply introspective themes of time-travel and the greater good begins with the the sun, the most reliable force in a human's life, turning against mankind. This immediately takes away a human as ultimate antagonist, when it easily could have been. For LSY, the future is the darkest place with unknowable power and we have the task of paving a path of light towards it. Time-travel is not the science-fiction component with which to imagine our behaviour in an unrecognisable, but possible, place. It’s the fucking fantasy. Even if we got the chance to change the past, we really couldn't. The future is what we have got to change and the present to make the first move. Those dreams of going back, repenting hard enough, flirting with what ifs? Not going to cut it. LSY's meta elegance is in bringing the intensely personal version of this theme in parallel to the big one: divorce. FWIW, she had all these threads tie together by Episode 7. I get why she said Grid is the next iteration of her life's work—an exceptional mind.
Park Min-young could have chemistry with a rock, and thank god, Seo Kang-joon isn’t one. When The Weather Is Fine is the rightest show about life in the countryside. It nails the fine line of a tight-knit community that shows up for you and also, how easily they can be the first source of judgement, as people who know your secrets. Best book club in a k-drama. Very well done pining. Imo is my favourite character and she should publish that novel because “Hey. Who do you think killed my brother-in-law?” is a banger opening line. I first saw Lee Jae-wook in this show.
During the weekends of April and May, there was My Liberation Notes. I watched it like a scheduled therapy session, although I do not think Park Hae-young is aiming for catharsis with her works (despite it seeming like the most common outcome). I didn’t have the word “healing” in my everyday vocabulary so often before k-dramas. It’s a genre of k-drama that is meant to be comforting, to inject slowness into everyday life as an antidote for the ills of modern society. Bullshit. There are multiple wide shots of the Yeom family tending their farms, eating in peace amid the greenery, and they are claustrophobic. It might feel like complaints, and you’re free to think that. But PHY knows, as most people my generation do, finding an escape is actually really easy. That’s not the point. The point is to be less sad about being who you are; to know that who you are is enough to make a living, find love if you want it, make peace with your family. This show is about siblings as the real loves of your lives.
I don’t remember what I was doing in June.
Pachinko is not a k-drama strictly speaking, but let’s do it. I adore Min Jin Lee and I am afraid to admit how emotionally attached I am to the world of Kogonada’s eyes. In MJL's book, the linear structure is meant to make you feel like the history of a family can also be a history of the other themes that consume intellectual space. In the show, there is no such thing as a past, or a history. Nothing is done, nothing is over and under the rug. You see Sun-ja’s and Solomon’s stories at the same time because there's no distance that makes what happened then far enough from what's happening now. For this alone, Pachinko is a superior adaptation. I have a shrine for every woman in this show. Watching Yumi’s Cells 2 has been among the happiest experiences of my TV viewing life. Bloody Heart could have been bloodier. I respected that it reached a conclusion without feeling the need to give a neat answer to its central question of assertive power as driver of both unity and chaos—there’s humility in realising that the answer need not be determined in one generation. Jang Hyuk thirst got me into the show, Kang Hanna’s outstanding face and smarts kept me there. Lee Joon’s Lee Tae nearly made me quit. Park Ji-yeon, muah. I watched the back half of Signal in July. It is no fault of the show that I was zapped out of will to see women being killed. There were two scenes of Kim Hye-soo’s that wrecked me bad, I had to quit watching for couple of days. Thank you to the makers for giving a genre-defining template. (Kairos did do it better.)
Alchemy of Souls was super fun as a weekly watch. Daeho is boring to me as a setting and the plot ventures into territories worthy of critical thought once in a blue moon. But I admire the ambition, and the storytelling does have its moments. Lee Jae-wook is a menace. Inhaled Rookie Historian Goo Hae-ryung over four days; I enjoyed it. Extraordinary Attorney Woo tried. I also binged Reply 1997. Reply 1988 is always going to be my favourite and I am not going to watch R1994 for a conclusive test of veracity.
Between these shows, their endearing efforts at being fulfilling shows about love of different kinds, I nibbled on episodes of My Mister. I couldn’t watch two episodes together; it was so potent, so unbelievably demanding of my attention in every way imaginable, and I gave it willingly. I wrote about the show here.
October brought the best mystery/thriller show of the year: May It Please The Court. It was written with a clear idea of how much to bite, knew how to chew on it, and that’s why it also landed the best conclusion of the year. The show is astute about forgiveness and justice, and well, forgiveness in justice. I think the show’s success is in how it trusted both its characters and the audience to process what this means to them. Jung Ryeo-won and Lee Kyu-hyung have impeccable married energy from first scene. Lee Sang-hee is the best, the hottest, the finest.
Little Women is the mystery/thriller show with the most potential of the year. It wasn’t until episode 11 that the show lost me but I do think the flaws began revealing themselves a lot earlier. I didn’t appreciate the show’s insistence that the central crime of the show was Sang-ah’s murders and not the patriarchal cult that pretends to be a meritocracy. I thought the Vietnam War references were in conversation for a whole different reason: I viewed it as a nod to the first war where losing means more than winning. That war is the blueprint for the 21st century exertion of control for the right to capital and target audience, rather than mere territory and pride. But this symbolism wasn’t what came through and I understand those who pushed back on how the war's references, along with an exotic flower, rang hollow. LW did get characterisation right, particularly the way poverty alters how intelligence is perceived and valued. It’s ambitious premise—that Louisa May Alcott was wrong in deciding these sisters would taper their poverty with unusual politeness—is radical.
I will rewatch the first 11 episodes of May I Help You in several trying days of my future. Baek Dong-joo and Kim Tae-hee, butlers to the dead and the alive respectively, are companions, friends and lovers, in that order. What's not to love? The acts asked of them are rarely grand but they are delivered with emotional heft. I forgive all the detours taken from episode 12. I tend to find it dull when everybody and everything is connected to each other. In this one's ending, it's quite lovely. I see the vision in saying that we only know Dong-joo’s story because that’s the story we have tuned into. The miracles could be happening to anyone at all. I wish writer-nim wasn’t so Christian throughout—the throwaway line about suicide put me off. Best piggy-backing scenes in a rom-com and also, favourite kiss, I am going to say.
#little women kdrama#may i help you#my liberation notes#may it please the court#bloody heart#pachinko#disney grid#when the weather is fine#2521#do you like brahms#my country the new age#tree with deep roots#one spring night#something in the rain#i love you my little dramas and you too my favourite drama-watchers#phew!#kdrama#notes#2022 in review#kdrama in review
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look ik im a nerd about history or whatever but. like. sejong the great being like fuck u rich people im going to make an alphabet so ppl can read and also help farmers with a handbook and standardise a bunch of things. yeah
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˗ˏˋ BASICS ´ˎ˗
˗ˏˋ stage name. iseul
˗ˏˋ birth name. park iseul
……❪ 박이슬 ❫
……❪ MEANING. the surname 'park' is reported to be based off of geographical locational. the name 'iseul' meaning morning dew ❫
˗ˏˋ nickname. izzy ❪ by members and fans ❫, main character ❪ by fans ❫ sully ❪ by members ❫, the nations barbie ❪ by fans ❫ goddess iseul ❪ by members and fans ❫
˗ˏˋ birthday. may 4, 2000
˗ˏˋ zodiac sign. taurus
˗ˏˋ birth place. sejong, south korea
˗ˏˋ hometown. sejong, south korea
˗ˏˋ current residency. seoul, south korea
˗ˏˋ ethnicity. korean
˗ˏˋ nationality. korean
˗ˏˋ languages. korean ❪ native ❫, english ❪ basic ❫, japanese ❪ fluent ❫
˗ˏˋ PERSONALITY ´ˎ˗
˗ˏˋ mbti. infp-a ❪ mediator ❫
˗ˏˋ description. infps can often be seen as quiet or shy, but they are very passionate and creative souls. they are often fueled by creativity and care. they are daydreamers, often losing themselves in thought. they are empathetic and caring people and take great care of their relationships with others. this personality type is very sincere and are open to those who need some care and attention. mediators are often poetic and speak their own truths, having self-expression. their imaginations and love for others are strong.
˗ˏˋ strengths. empathetic, generous, caring, creative, poetic,idealistic, passionate, open-minded, heart-warming
˗ˏˋ weaknesses. unrealistic, self-isolating, introverted, vulnerable, people pleaser, self critical, sensitive
˗ˏˋ habits. messing with jewely, running hands through hairs, happy dancing, hugging her members, talking fast
˗ˏˋ phobias. deep water ❪ thalassophobia, severe ❫, snake ❪ ophidiophobia, moderate ❫, fireworks ❪ phonophobia, mild ❫
˗ˏˋ CAREER ´ˎ˗
˗ˏˋ occupation. kpop idol
˗ˏˋ labels. jyp entertainment ❪ 2016-2018 ❫ cre.ker entertainment ❪ 2018-2021 ❫, ist entertainment ❪ 2021-present ❫, kakao m; formerly loen ent ❪ 2018-present ❫, universal music ❪ 2022-present ❫
˗ˏˋ training time. 2016-2019, 3 year and 0 months
˗ˏˋ debut. december 7, 2019
……❪ age; 19 ❫
˗ˏˋ positions. visual, lead dancer, lead vocal
˗ˏˋ known for. body proportions, dancing, funny quotes, visuals
˗ˏˋ representative number. 12
……❪ she chose 12 because they debuted on the 12th month of the year ❫
˗ˏˋ designed color. barbie pink
˗ˏˋ rankings.
……❪ singing. 8/10 ❫
……❪ dancing. 8/10 ❫
……❪ rapping. 7/10 ❫
……❪ acting. 8/10 ❫
……❪ modeling. 10/10 ❫
……❪ songwriting. 9/10 ❫
……❪ composing. 5/10 ❫
……❪ choreographing. 5/10 ❫
……❪ speeches. 6/10 ❫
˗ˏˋ FAMILY ´ˎ˗
˗ˏˋ mom. n/a ❪ 1980 ❫
˗ˏˋ dad. n/a ❪ 1977 ❫
˗ˏˋ siblings. n/a
˗ˏˋ pets. bobi ❪ grey cat, 2021-present ❫
˗ˏˋ notable family. n/a
˗ˏˋ PHYSICAL ´ˎ˗
˗ˏˋ height. 167 cm ❪ 5'6'' ❫
˗ˏˋ weight. 49 kg ❪ 110 lbs ❫
˗ˏˋ blood type. A-
˗ˏˋ hair color. brown
˗ˏˋ eye color. dark brown
˗ˏˋ body modifications. 4 piercings, 0 tattoo
˗ˏˋ face claim. yuna ❪ itzy ❫
˗ˏˋ vocal claim. yuna ❪ (g)i-dle ❫
˗ˏˋ voice claim. yuna ❪ itzy ❫
˗ˏˋ dance claim. yuna ❪ itzy ❫
˗ˏˋ INTERESTS ´ˎ˗
˗ˏˋ likes. ribs, sparkly things, stuffed animals, fashion, movies over books, cupcakes, sweets, salad, carrots, getting her nails done, online shopping, interior decoration, show drama; reality tv, comedies, cute animals, new friends, coffee dates, paris, fancy things, chanel, driving
˗ˏˋ dislikes. super spicy things, scary movies, men, fake people, school, math, people that act like they're better than everyone else, cherries, loud noises, waking up early, farm smells, working out
˗ˏˋ favorites.
……❪ movies. the notebook ❪ 2004 ❫, on your wedding day ❪ 2018 ❫, la la land ❪ 2016 ❫ tangled ❪ 2010 ❫ grease ❪ 1978 ❫, moana ❪ 2016 ❫ ❫
……❪ shows. extra curricular ❪ 2020 ❫, crash landing on you ❪ 2019 ❫, nevertheless ❪ 2021 ❫, start up ❪ 2020 ❫, snowdrop ❪ 2021 ❫ ❫
……❪ colors. white and gold ❫
……❪ food. galbi; grilled ribs, cupcakes, salad, carrots. ❫
……❪ drinks. tea and water ❫
……❪ books. she doesn't read much but she likes the silent patient ❫
……❪ emojis. 🤍🤓 ❫
……❪ musical artists. shawn mendes, blackpink; jisoo stan, red velvet, 2ne1, taylor swift, seventeen ❫
……❪ songs. lost in japan ❪ shawn mendes ❫, all eyes on me ❪ jisoo ❫, say my name ❪ ateez ❫, enchanted ❪ taylor swift ❫, cruel summer ❪ taylor swift ❫ ❫
˗ˏˋ TRIVIA ´ˎ˗
……❪ she is a big jisoo fan and says that she is her inspiration ❫
……❪ she likes watching movies with her members, she has trouble focusing on movies by herself though ❫
……❪ her original representative color was grey but she changed it to pink after she dyed her hair blonde because people kept calling her barbie ❫
……❪ she enjoys eating junk food but limits herself well ❫
……❪ she wanted to do gymnastics when she was younger but she lost interest after a week ❫
……❪ she's an only child so she says she's spoiled ❫
……❪ her mom is a chef at a popular restaurant and her dad is a head nurse ❫
……❪ she is close friends with many jyp idols and trainees because of her training time there, even though her time there was short ❫
……❪ she will often go to pet stores just to pet cute animals ❫
……❪ her dad and her have a very strong relationship and even though he was skeptical about her idol life he was supportive all the way, she said her mom was also supportive but would always beg for her to come home and continue her studying. ❫
……❪ she can eat a lot of food and still stay fit because she works out a lot even though she hates it ❫
……❪ she grew up playing volleyball and was the best in her school up until she became a trainee ❫
#❛ ━━･❪ THE GIRLZ ⇢ profilez. ❫･━━ ❜#❛ ━━･❪ THE GIRLZ ⇢ iseul. ❫･━━ ❜#kpop group#kpop oc#fictional kpop idol#kpopidol#kpop#the boyz oc#kpop oc gg#fictional idol oc#idol oc#fictional idol community#kpop added member#kpop addition#the boyz added member#the boyz addition#the girlz#the boyz sub unit
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Find the Vibe Tag
Thanks for tagging me, @author-a-holmes! :D
My vibe: “don’t even think about it!”. I’m sure I have this vibe somewhere, but I can’t find it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ So this doesn’t exactly fit, but anyway. An excerpt from Silver Glass, where Yo-han first meets David:
"You're a detective?" he asked. He had just the faintest trace of an accent. Yo-han noticed it but couldn't identify it, though he thought it had a faint similarity to Russian.
"Yes," Yo-han said. "And who are you?"
The man hesitated. "David Eames," he said, not looking Yo-han in the eye. "I'm Al— a valet."
Now was as good a time as any to start asking questions. "Then perhaps you can tell me, has your employer ever behaved oddly before?"
Eames — though if that was his real name, then Yo-han was Sejong the Great — drew himself up like a snake about to strike. Rage shone in his eyes. "You think he's crazy, you bastard," he snarled. "He's not! I know that bitch is enough to drive anyone crazy, but he's as sane as I am!"
His expression suddenly went blank. He turned and strode away. Yo-han had to almost run to keep up with him. Along the way he reflected that he had learnt two very important facts: Eames was loyal to his employer, and hated his employer's wife.
He also couldn't help thinking, based on the man's extraordinary ability to change from indifference to rage and back again, that claiming Lennox was as sane as him wasn't a great testament to Lennox's sanity.
Tagging @serenanymph, @27fanficlilies, @ragnarokproofing, and anyone else who wants to do this! :D Your vibe: “Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!”
Adding Glass’s taglist: @writingpotato07, @oh-no-another-idea, @sarahlizziewrites, @lightgriffinsect, @kittensartswriting, @acertainmoshke (Let me know if you want to be added to/removed from the taglist!)
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231230 elalbe:
Memories from camping with Day6 and 354 members two months ago.
Check out the video on the King Sejong Foundation YouTube channel, along with other great videos from the ‘Short Form War’ series 😁
#sungjin#young k#day6#day6 even of day#park sungjin#kang younghyun#brian kang#everyone's k culture#[men who wear cute hats and camp and play guitar >>>>>>>> or something]
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Differentiating Between Chinese, Korean, and Japanese
Well, frankly it comes down to memorizing the alphabets. But not necessarily the whole alphabet, but more so the way each is written.
Disclaimer: I'm mostly going off of personal experiences, and also from skimming through sources, so this may be anywhere from somewhat inaccurate, to completely wrong and batsh*t insane. Take any facts from this post with a grain of salt and do your own research. Also, I won't be talking about how to read each language, only how the writing systems work and had developed.
Chinese is the original. It evolved overtime from simplified drawings with varying meanings It's commonly considered to have developed around 1-2 millennia ago. Being a logographic system, it looks like miniature symbols or drawings, and usually takes more strokes to write by hand. The name for this writing system is Hanzi, and the characters for this word (漢字) are used for all derivatives of it. So across languages that use Hanzi as a base, some words with the same meaning may sound similar because they use the same characters.
Both Korean and Japanese often use Chinese Characters. In Korean it's called Hanja. It doesn't use the characters directly but rather transcribes them into Hangeul and uses them like root words. You can use it to figure out the definition of a word. Japanese uses Kanji, which uses the characters directly. This helps to differentiate between words that sound similar / the same.
Hangeul is the Korean alphabet. It was pioneered by the Great King Sejong after he expressed concern over the amount of studying that complex Hanja requires, and had the Jiphyeonjeon (The Hall of Worthies, an organization of Scholars installed by Sejong to research and help him rule) develop a writing system that was easy for the lower class to learn and read. Each letter consists of a consonant (Looks like the part of the mouth it uses) and a vowel (usually a couple sticks on the side of or below the consonant) and sometimes a supporting consonant at the bottom.
Japanese has three alphabets: Hiragana, Katakana, and the aforementioned Kanji. Hiragana and Katakana (Together known as Kana) are syllabaries developed from Man'yōgana, Chinese Characters that had been simplified to represent Japanese phonetically. Each system has 46 characters, each representing a certain syllable.
Hiragana developed in the 9th Century. It originates from cursive style script of Man'yōgana, Sōssho. It was commonly used by court women, who gradually modified it to be simpler and emphasize phonetic values. This is why it was sometimes called Onnade (Women's Writing). It's used to write words with Japanese origin and Okurigana (suffixes for words with a Kanji root). You can identify it by it's cursive and simplistic shape.
Katakana also developed around the 9th century, by Buddhist monks in order to make writing Man'yōgana characters simpler and faster. They did this by taking only certain strokes from the corresponding Man'yōgana character. Katakana is used for writing foreign words and onomatopoeia.
HOLY SH*T I put way too much effort into this. This was gonna be a 5 minute post maybe a couple sentences long, and now it's been 2 and a half hours since I started.
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