5 spokes

Crowd

Taehyung x Fan (Tae POV)

    ✧ short imagine

    ✧ I was feeling cheesy.


The countdown in my headset began as the last movement of our choreography was complete, my breath was so heavy but yet the applause was louder. 

5.” The voice spoke up, my eyes wandering through the crowd trying to catch her eyes one more time. 

4.” I squinted, seeing her radiant smile in the third – no; the fifth row. 

3.” She tilted her head carefully, turning around, finally noticing that my eyes were glued onto her figure.

2.” Her lips were now agape, as I traced my tongue over my own; wondering if her lips were as delicate as they looked from afar. 

1.” Anxiety overcame me, I looked at her with much more concentration now, trying to remember every detail I could read off her face.

Sorry.” I mouthed before the lights turned off and I deeply was. 

But I swear I saw her eyes glisten even in the scary darkness that was surrounding me …

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“Lannister, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell, they’re all just spokes on a wheel. This one’s on top and that one’s on top and on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground. I’m not going to stop the wheel. I’m going to break the wheel.”

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Out of curiosity

Fellow Americans: would you support legislation requiring official government communication and forms within a city/county/state/the entire country to be in any language spoken by a certain percentage of the polity? Aka, if the rate was set at 5%, and 90% of the population spoke English, 10% spoke Spanish, and 5% spoke Russian, all government forms and government communication would need to be issued in English, Spanish and Russian.

5.0.R.4 || closed for archagentzep

[ ✯ ] – “good мornιng, 5.0.R.4.” was the first thing that the android heard that morning. It took him a minute to register his surroundings, but he was soon aware of what he was doing. 5.0.R.4 was being shipped off today.

“5. ιnтrodυcтιon тeхт, pleaѕe.” the man spoke, and 5.0.R.4′s head shot up and he looked right ahead, his eyes wide as he spoke almost as if he was unable to help himself, which he wasn’t. He was supposed to listen to whatever anyone wanted, of course.

“нello. ι aм 5.0.R.4. ι aм a 5тн generaтιon androιd. ι тaĸe care oғ нoмe dυтιeѕ, тaĸe care oғ needed oғғιce dυтιeѕ, and ι aм тнe вeѕт rooммaтe тнaт yoυ coυld ever aѕĸ ғor. ι ѕpeaĸ over 100 langυageѕ, and ι aм aвle тo тaĸe care oғ мyѕelғ ѕo yoυ нave no need тo вaтнe мe or even cнarge мe, aѕ мy вaттery мaĸeѕ мe laѕт ғor 170 yearѕ. ι aм wнaтever yoυ need мe тo вe, and yoυ are aвle тo υѕe мe ғor wнaтever yoυ wιѕн." 5.0.R.4 spoke, bowing before standing up straight.

The man standing in front of him nodded. "ғanтaѕтιc. тнanĸ yoυ, 5. yoυ’re вeιng ѕenт oғғ тoday.” he spoke, and 5.0.R.4 looked towards him for a few moments, his blue eyes blinking.

“yeѕ.”
“ι do нope yoυ мaĸe ιт тo a good нoмe. yoυ’re a good androιd.”
“тнanĸ yoυ.”

The man standing in front of him was silent before gently patting 5.0.R.4′s arm.

“good lυcĸ.”
“тнanĸ yoυ.”

And it was then that the boy android was packed up in a stand-up box and placed onto the back of a truck. The android didn’t speak. Instead he stood there and let it all happen.


The man in the truck handled him not so gently, and 5.0.R.4 hoped he wasn’t covered in bruises when he showed up in the front of the door of the place he was staying for the rest of his bionic life. The man who had driven the truck knocked on the door and looked towards the android, who kept his face straight as he looked towards the door. He hoped this wasn’t the last time he would see the outside of the door.

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HALA MADRID - Sergio Ramos

“Ok Y/N, you’re on in 5.” My supervisor spoke, checking my mic was attached before walking off. I took a deep breath and looked around the stadium that was filled to the brim with Real Madrid and Athletico Madrid fans. I had been chosen to cover this match, much to my delight. It gave me an excuse to see my boyfriend Sergio. Working at one of the biggest sports TV channels in Spain and Sergio being a regular player for the Real Madrid first team meant that opportunities to see each other do what they do best came few and far between.

I looked onto the pitch and saw both teams warming up. It was easy to spot Sergio. God, he looked so good in his training kit. Iker spotted me from the goalpost that I was near and gave me a jaunty wave and smile which I returned gladly.

One thing I needed to remember while reporting on this game was not to show that I was bias. Everyone knew that Sergio and I were a couple but I needed to show my professionalism by commentating on the game fairly, even if Sergio was being an angry dickhead.

“Aaand, you’re on Y/N!”

“Yes thank you Marco. This Madrid derby is still as important as ever. The Bernabeu is buzzing while both teams warm up. The teams are relatively unchanged, although Gareth Bale is not included in the Real Madrid squad due to injury, with Chicharito taking his place. Isco Alarcon has kept his place in the team, to the shock of some. Fernando Torres has come back from injury and claimed his rightful place in the Athletico squad.” I smiled at the camera, delivering the information.

The game had been relatively boring, Ronaldo had scored for Real and so far Athletico had been unable to equalise. I think I was succeeding in being unbiased towards Real.

“Y/N! You’re on!”

“So far the game has been fast paced, and what else would you expect from a Madrid derby? There has been only one goal and that has been scored for Real Madrid by none other than Cristiano Ronaldo.”

The cameras turned off and I relaxed again. I could see both teams warming up on the pitch, dirty glares being exchanged between a few. I prayed that Sergio wouldn’t participate in such antics as I knew how quick his temper was and if an Athletico player said something that he didn’t like he would blow his fuse.

The game restarted and the fast pace resumed instantaneously. I stood by the side of the pitch, keeping my eyes on the ball. The ball drifted towards the Real defenders and Sergio charged towards it. Unfortunately so did Torres and they collided harshly. Torres lay on the ground for a moment, waiting for the referee to blow a whistle, whereas Sergio got up and continued to play. When Fernando realised there was going to be no whistle he jumped up and ran to Sergio. He pushed Sergio and from what I could see was yelling expletives in his face. As Sergio had a short fuse he pushed him away from his body and yelled back. The referee noticed the altercation and stopped the game.

At this point other players were getting involved and my stomach was beginning to feel sick with worry. The last thing I wanted was to have to bad about any Real players, most of whom I’d gotten close with by being Sergio’s girlfriend.

Before that happened the two captains of Real and Athletico were called other, as well as Sergio and Fernando. The referee talked with the four players for a few moments before issuing a yellow card to Fernando. He dismissed the other players and signalled for the game to continue.

Relief flooded my body when I realised that Sergio had not been penalised for his quick temper. I just hoped that the game would continue with no further mishaps.

The final whistle blew and the Real Madrid players whooped and jumped in happiness while the Athletico players hung their heads as they walked sheepishly off of the pitch. I was engrossed in watching Sergio being so happy that my supervisor had to tap my shoulder to tell me I was almost on the air.

“Well it certainly has been an eventful Madrid derby. After a goal from Cristiano Ronaldo in the first half the game had no further goals. The game was continuously fast paced and towards the end of the game Benzema was subbed off for the fantastic Isco Alarcon. You really couldn’t have asked for mor-” I was cut off my sentence by Sergio, Iker, James and Cristiano running behind me and shouting.

“Hala Madrid! Real Madrid are WINNERS!” I laughed along, forgetting to be unbiased. Sergio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his cheers echoing in my ears.

In my ear I heard a voice from the studio. “Is the normal celebrations then Y/N?” The presenter laughed. I lifted the microphone up to my mouth.

“Definitely! I’ve been attempting to remain unbiased for the game to be professionalism but now the game is over I can express my feelings.” I smiled. “HALA MADRID!” I yelled, stirring laughs from the boys surrounding me.

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edierone  asked:

Fading Light, 4, 5, 15

#4 ‘what’s you favourite line of dialogue?’
Eeek that’s a tough one but I think probably from part 2 chapter 6 and it’s Mulder’s

“And I kissed her, slow and deep as coloured lights twinkled beneath us and the starlit sky stretched to infinity above. I kissed her with my eyes wide open, to preserve this moment in time for ever. The sight of her face, flushed as it was with almost childlike happiness as I prayed to whatever God controlled the universe to please let me keep her for one more week, one more month, one more year; knowing the futility even as I wished that it could be so.”

I think because we know Mulder’s thoughts on religion, the sheer desperation he felt at that point that he was prepared to beg a God he had never believed in spoke volumes.

#5 - What part was hardest to write?

Without a doubt chapter six of part two. It was excrutiatingly painful to write and took me five hours. I’m all for the angst but I actually felt pain when I had to write Scully’s decline from Mulder’s pov. Even now when I play certain pieces of music that were a background to writing that chapter I can feel those same emotions coming back to the fore.

#15 - What did you learn from writing this fic?

I learned so much - to never give up (part 1 was written in 2001) to not overthink too much and to trust my instincts with regards to writing them. To take every bit of feedback I could get and to treasure the encouragement from readers who followed it as a w.i.p. To not use a beta. I know beta readers are so valuable but it didn’t work for me. And finally, I learned that it was okay to write as ME and to not constantly compare myself to other fic writers who I admired. We all write differently and it’s so damaging to self-confidence to try to emulate someone when they write completely differently. It taught me that actually, in some small way, people enjoyed what I wrote and the way I write and that was a huge turning point for me.

Thanks @edieronie for the ask 😍❤❤❤

Photograph (Tauren)

su(AN: I obviously know that the song isn’t a Tori Kelly song, but it’s called fiction for a reason. The song is Photograph by Ed Sheeran, if you were all wondering J )

“So we have here in the studio one of the top selling artists in the country. Please give it up for Tori Kelly!” The radio announcer for 98.5 KKGH, Keith, spoke into the mic. Tori smiled at the man from across the table, adjusting her guitar in her lap.

“Hey.” She breathed.

“Good morning.” Keith spoke. “How do you like the beautiful Minnesota weather today?”

“It’s raining, ya’ll. I’m from Cali. We aren’t used to that.” Tori joked, pushing her headphones back onto her head. She hated studio headphone more than anything because keeping them on her curls was almost impossible.

Keith laughed at the smaller woman’s joke modestly before glancing down at his cards. “So, you’re here today to promote your new album, right?”

“Yeah, it’s called Words, and it comes out tonight on iTunes, so ya’ll should check it out.” Tori giggled.

“This is your third album, right?”

Tori nodded. “Yes. Unbreakable Smile came out summer of 2015 and my last album came out last year and they both did so well that it inspired me to write this album quickly.”

“Do you feel like this album is better than the last ones?” The interviewer asked with a slight smirk.

“Um, I think that with every song I write, I grow. So, it definitely is a newer version of me, and I think that it’s definitely more of a glimpse into my life more so than the last one. Unbreakable Smile was a reflection of my journey, so to speak, and this one is more of how I feel most of the time.”

“And I hear that you actually cut down on the co-writing.”

“I did.” Tori nodded once. “The last two albums I co-wrote with a bunch of amazing producers, but this time around, I had more material to work with regarding emotions, and so I think of 14 tracks, only 4 were co-written. The others were all my thinking.”

“That’s pretty amazing.” An impressed Keith nodded. “And since you brought up emotions, I have to ask about the big scandal…”

“Oh boy…” Tori chuckled, using the gesturing to effectively cover the way her stomach dropped.

“Your break up with one of the members of Fifth Harmony, Lauren Jauregui. Can we hear anything about that? I mean, you two were together for a while, no?”

“2 and a half years.” Tori nodded with a scratch of her chin. She could feel the goosebumps rising on the back of her neck at the mention of Lauren’s name and the way her hands began to shake slightly. “Um, there really isn’t anything to tell. We just decided that we would be better off as friends.”

“Oh, so no juicy details? Like no cheating scandals or anything?” Keith joked with a nervous chuckle.

Tori shook her head with a hard swallow. “We just never saw each other because we’re both successful in the industry, so we decided that it wasn’t fair for either of us to continue on if we’re both hurting.”

“And do you think that if one of you weren’t in the industry, you’d still be together?”

“…Absolutely.”

“And do you think that if one of you weren’t in the industry, you’d still be together?”

“…Absolutely.”

Lauren’s breath hitched as tears flowed slowing down her face in the silence of her own bunk. The static in her headphones rang in her ears as the interview paused for a split second before continuing with a few more short questions.

“And you’re performing a song for us this morning right?”

“I am.” A pause a strum of a guitar was heard. “This one is called Photograph and it’s from my new album Words.”

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it’s the only thing that I know
When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive”

Lauren’s body immediately relaxed at the sound of Tori’s singing voice as it flowed through her expensive headphones. Her mind flooded with memories of being with the love of her life.

Flashback

Lauren sighed in contentment as she was pulled back into Tori’s front, the arms around her waist circling tighter around her body. Tori’s comforting vanilla scent engulfed her in a dome of comfort as she leaned back into her girlfriend. The tub they were seated in was filled with steaming hot water that felt amazing on Lauren’s muscles as they loosened, not to mention the soft kisses Tori was placing all around her wet shoulder area.

“You’re so amazing.” Tori whispered into her ear lightly, her fingers tracing the insides of Lauren’s thighs before dipping into her center. Lauren immediately threw her head back into the dip of Tori’s shoulder and neck juncture, moaning at the feeling of her girlfriend’s skilled fingers. She thanked God for years of guitar practice.

Tori, however, remained completely still besides her busy fingers and light kisses along any skin she could reach. All she wanted to was to allow her girlfriend to relax, and she was going to make sure it happened.

“Oh, god, I’m so close.”

“Let go.” Tori whispered, biting the side of Lauren’s neck lightly as she continued to pump her fingers.

Lauren’s entire body shuttered at the feeling of her climax, sinking farther into the tub. Thank goodness for Tori’s grasp on her waist.

“I love you.” Tori whispered her emotions taking over her body as tears filled her eyes. “God, I love you.” Her arms tightened around Lauren’s waist.

“I love you, too.” Lauren whispered, reaching over Tori’s arms to grab her phone that was place on the edge of the tub. She pressed the home button and slid her finger up the screen to bring the camera up before snapping a picture of both of them in all her post-coital bliss.

That photograph quickly made its way into Lauren’s favorites and remained her screensaver for months after that.

Lauren’s tears were much larger, now as the sound of Tori’s voice filled her headphones still. Her body shook harshly through the sobs, her heart aching for the past to be the present.

Her sobs must have been pretty loud because the curtain to her bunk was pulled back and a sleepy Camila climbed in. She immediately turned Lauren around and pulled her into her arms.

“Shhhh.” Camila cooed, pressing a kiss to Lauren’s head. She hoped that she wouldn’t send herself into yet another panic attack. Those had been pretty frequent since the break up.

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time’s forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer ‘til our eyes meet
You won’t ever be alone, wait for me to come home”

“Please come home to me…” Lauren sobbed into Camila’s chest causing the younger girl to pull her into her embrace tighter. “Please.”

Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul
And it’s the only thing that I know, know
I swear it will get easier,
Remember that with every piece of you
Hm, and it’s the only thing we take with us when we die

Hm, we keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time’s forever frozen still.”

Tori wished her mind would shut up as she got through the second verse of the song, but the memories of Lauren continued to pour through her head.

Flashback

“Lauren, stop!” Tori giggled, slapping Lauren’s hands away as she snapped another picture of her with the vintage Polaroid Tori had purchased her for her latest birthday.

“No, you’re so beautiful.” Lauren pouted, snapping another picture. “God, I’m so fucking lucky.” She mumbled, looking down at the printing picture.

Tori glanced at the picture in Lauren’s hands only to see herself with a biggest smile she’d ever had molded on her face. Her eyes were so squinted in the picture that you could barely make out the color.

She looked so happy.

“You make me so happy, Tori.” Lauren shook her head, leaning forward to capture Tori’s lips between her own. “I love you so much.”

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer ‘til our eyes meet
You won’t ever be alone

And if you hurt me
That’s okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won’t ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home.”

Tori’s voice broke at the last word of the chorus, and she had to use all the will power she had to keep her cool.

You can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well, that’s okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won’t ever let you go

When I’m away, I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
“Wait for me to come home.”

With one more strum of the guitar, Tori took a deep breath and used the applause around the room to lift her spirits as she was seconds away from breaking down.

She would do anything to be home with Lauren.

Wait for me to come home…

“I’m waiting, Tori.” Lauren sobbed into Camila’s chest. Reaching down into the pocket of her sweatpants, she pulled out the Polaroid of a beaming Tori and glanced at it.

“Just, please come home.”

Originally posted by ukordei

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@pctrich0r  asked,“ Are you feeling ok?“/// meme open x

For the past half hour, the young scientist was nodding in and out of sleep. There was an almost empty tissue box by his feet He was at least asleep for 5 minutes before Saburo spoke. "What?… oh, umm yeah I just have a headache,” Chaplin said very nasally, his face was almost the same color as his lab coat once he finally picked his head up. He let out a sharp cough before talking again. “ Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” He tried to reinsure his guest but, it wasn’t long until his eyes closed again.