are these playing for you guys

Hit Korean boy band BTS is ready to take over Anaheim

Rap Monster, one of the seven guys in the South Korean boy band BTS, says it was only at the end of 2016 that he and the others realized how huge their band had become around the world.

“Somebody in the company sent me a message: ‘You got No. 26 on Billboard OMG congratulations,’” says Mr. Monster, the 22-year-old rapper born Kim Nam-joon, by phone from Chicago where BTS was set to play on Thursday before hitting Honda Center for a pair of sold-out shows on Saturday and Sunday.

“At first I thought, 'Ha ha, your humor isn’t really very good,’” says Rap Monster, the leader of the group and its primary songwriter. “We didn’t believe it.”

But as more messages started to ping onto their phones he says the BTS boys realized it was no joke: Their sophomore album, “Wings,” entered the Billboard 200 chart at No. 26 after its October release, making it the highest chart position for any K-pop act – not to mention one that sings primarily in Korean – and offering a bit of foreshadowing for Billboard naming the record the best K-pop album of the year.

Since then things have only gotten sunnier for Rap Monster, Jin, Suga, J-Hope, Jimin, V and Jungkook. In February, “Wings” was re-released in a new edition as “You’ll Never Walk Alone,” and the combined editions have since sold nearly 1.5 million copies worldwide. Music videos for “Spring Day” and “Not Today” were released a week apart last month as well and exploded on YouTube where they’ve currently racked up 59.2 million and 60.1 million views respectively.

“When we heard that and really got that, I was saying, 'OK, this is going to be a whole other world,’” Rap Monster says of the significance of the Billboard chart success and all that followed. “And I feel like we should do something more, and dream something more.”

This past week they’ve taken a step toward something more, playing their first headlining and sold-out arena dates in the United States, after previously having mostly played on multi-artist billings at KCON conventions held here.

“So many people just to see BTS was really an honor,” Rap Monster says of the opening pair of shows at the Prudential Center in Newark, N.J. “It feels dreamy these days.”

Not, mind you, that it’s been anything like an overnight success or an easy road for him and the other BTS members.

He grew up a top student in his school who loved American rappers such as Eminem and Nas, performing even as he attended high school and eventually catching the attention of BTS future manager Bang Si-hyuk at BigHit Entertainment in South Korea. And though he says he gave up on music when he was 16, lacking confidence in where he was headed, he says Bang encouraged him to stay strong, believe in himself, and sign on as the first to join BTS, even though at the time he wasn’t sure who or what it would end up incorporating.

“I was not aware of the other members,” Rap Monster says. “But I like the company and I respect them. And he promised to me, 'I will make you do your music and get big someday, so please believe me.’

"So I believed him.”

The other six members soon were selected, each of them bringing different talents on the mic or on stage. Songs were developed by Rap Monster and the other members, with a team of producers working to craft the best music from the raw material, the melodies and beats, that they created.

“Our chemistry is different from other groups,” Rap Monster says. “Everyone has their own points and characteristics. If I’m a bad dancer, a good dancer teaches me. If I’m a good songwriter, I help the others with a good melody.”

We ask the obvious question: Are you a bad dancer?

He laughs and answers: “Yes, I’m a bad dancer.”

Their music is different from a lot of K-pop acts that have made ripples on the American airwaves. They’re not popular because of the novelty aspect of their songs – think “Gangnam Style” by Psy from a few years back. And they’re not quite as bubblegum as a group such as Girls Generation or as eclectic as the synthpop of f(x), the first Korean band to play the South By Southwest festival.

Instead, BTS often aims for that sweet spot where R&B and rap get together, the kind of stuff Justin Bieber might be doing if he sang in Korean and there were six Bieber variations with fashionable hair and eclectic yet unified fashion choices.

“BTS music sounds like it’s from America,” Rap Monster says. “We decide to always watch the trends and watch what’s going on over the world. America’s the No. 1 market in the world so that’s why people in America prefer us.”

As for communicating through the language divide, Rap Monster says that’s partly handled by the group’s wildly enthusiastic social media following: “Fans translate our lyrics and interviews,” he says of a following that has landed them at the top of Billboard’s Social 50 list for a total of 17 weeks since “Wings” dropped in October. “They’re able to say, 'OK, BTS is talking about us and our lives.’”

And it’s partly addressed through lyrical subjects that express the common hopes and dreams and fears and worries of any teenager or young adult in any country.

“Our lyrics are mostly Korean but we always talk about the young people’s lives and their minds,” Rap Monster says. “There’s something similar between every young person in the world, in America or in Korea. We share something together even if we use different languages or live so far.”

American fans are also the savviest music lovers in the world, Rap Monster says, which made heading out on this brief headlining tour a little bit intimidating at first.

“We actually were scared of performing in America as a solo act,” he says. “Their playlists are the best in the world. I was really nervous for them.

"But after we were on stage our fear disappeared. They’re like everybody, they’re like friends. Singing along all of the lyrics even through the raps. They know how to play, the rhythms and the dances.”

An aside here to share our favorite piece of Rap Monster trivia. You might be wondering whether he spoke through a translator. He did not. His excellent English skills were polished in the classroom but also at home through what he refers to as “a Korean mothers syndrome.”

“'Friends’ was really famous for the mothers in Korea for English education,” Rap Monster says of the hit American sitcom from the '90s. “It was kind of like a syndrome. Korean mothers make their kids watch 'Friends’ even when they were eating food or playing.

"I think it really helped. It has like 10 seasons, I think, and I watched it like more than five times through the 10 seasons. They use the gestures and expressions, like, Americans use, right? I think that naturally teaches me how to speak or how to make a gesture when you try to express some emotions.

"Thank you, 'Friends,’” he says, laughing. “God bless 'Friends’!”

Rap Monster recently collaborated with the American rapper Wale on the song “Change,” which like some of BTS’ other songs – and unlike most K-pop – touches on politics and societal issues. He says he’d loved Wale’s music for a few years when the opportunity to do the song came along last year “like a miracle, like a dream come true.

"The song has already come out and we shot a music video together, but still sometimes I lie in my bed and think, 'Did I really do something with him?’” Rap Monster says.

He knows that boy groups from Backstreet Boys and 'N Sync to the Jonas Brothers and One Direction tend to have a finite lifespan before members get restless to move on solo projects, acting gigs and other opportunities. But he thinks the variety of interests and musical genres that individual BTS members have can be handled on the side or even within the group, and BTS itself can carry on.

So while Rap Monster says he’d love to collaborate with Drake or Miguel one day, Suga feels the same way about Kanye West and Flume. Jungkook seems more inclined toward pop R&B – his dream musical partners would include Bieber or Charlie Puth. V is a little bit old school, having mentioned Norah Jones and the Fugees as on his wish list. Rap Monster ticks off the rest of the band: Jimin digs Chris Brown, J-Hope is into the similarly initialed J. Cole, and Jin is a fan of old-school showman Bruno Mars.

“I always tell them that every time we have hits under the name of BTS we shine the best when we are a team,” Rap Monster says. “I know all the seven members, they love music, and I know their No. 1 wish is for us to perform and make music and sing and dance.

"Maybe someday someone will want to be on a television show or be an actor,” he says. “I just hope they know all of the popularity and fame and money is from the name of our team. That’s not one person, everybody contributes to the team.

"Nobody knows the future. I just hope it can last as long as possible.”

Peter Larson @ OCRegister

Your Talents Amaze Me

Can I just say that this fandom’s talent is incredibly amazing?! We’ve been seeing more fanfic and fan art being shared over the past weeks, and they’re all SO AWESOME. I am so blown away by your creations, and I’m loving the creative confidence that’s building up. 😊

I’ve also observed how the fandom is generally VERY supportive of each other’s creations. Keep sharing the love, you guys. 💕

@playchoices if you’re reading this, sending you giant fandom hugs for helping fuel the creativity of this fandom. The characters and worlds you’ve created push our imagination and inspire us to bring our visions to life, whether through words or visuals. 😊

Happier With You (Part One)

Summary: Steve has had many regrets in his life, but his biggest regret was when he let you go all those years ago. Now, you’re with someone else, and you’re happy. And that’s all that Steve wants for you. But he knows that he was happier with you by his side. And deep down, you know it too.

Inspired by: Ed Sheeran’s entire Divide album.
Also, inspired by my friend, Tator Tot. Nothing spicer than Sriracha Steve.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1133

Originally posted by maria-magnolia2

Originally posted by stallingdemons

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anonymous asked:

Imagine: "No, it's ok. I saw this in a movie once."

“Steve, you can’t dodge bullets, don’t even –”

“Sure I can! It’ll be easy. The guy in The Matrix does it no problem, and I’m that bendy.”

“It’s not about how bendy you are, Steve. It’s about – Steve! Steve!


“That’s right, ow. Would you stay down please? Play dead while I finish this up. I’ll pick you up on my way back to the jet.”

“In my defence, that should have worked.”

"In your defence? No. Even if you hadn’t just gotten shot, that was never going to work. Never. Have you ever heard of a little thing called physics?”

“Physics? No, never. It must not have been invented back when I was young.”

The Notebook Ch.2

Title: The Notebook Ch.2
Character: Lin X Reader
Prompt: When the reader runs into Lin in the airport, (literally “runs” into him), an accidental notebook swap occurs in the confusion, and they go home with each other’s work.
Word Count: 2,625
W/T: None???
A/N: You guys asked for it, so here it is! I just can’t fathom how much you guys actually like this????? Like what??? ALSO if y'all wanna know about the musical the reader is writing, ask me! It’s an actual play that I’m writing, except it’s a play not a musical…
Also I shit-wrote this in a matter of two hours so please have mercy on me
Tags: @secretschuylersister @linmanuclmiranda @strawberrytyphoon @god-damn-it-miranda


“Ma'am, are you okay?” A distant voice asks you worriedly, a gentle tap on the shoulder shocking you out of your disassociated state. You jump slightly at the touch, but try to collect yourself enough to plaster a fake smile onto your lips and nod feebly to the flight attendant. It’s clear that she can see right through your crummy facade, but she just nods and continues down the isle, knowing well enough not to prod.

Your attention immediately snaps back to the worn black notebook in your hand, except it’s not yours. It looks exactly like yours- it’s even got the same scratch on the cover from the price sticker- but it’s not yours. The handwriting is too clean to be yours, there isn’t nearly as many ink smudges or eraser marks spread across the pages as there should be, and nothing scrawled across the yellowing paper aligns with what you’ve been working on for the past few years.

You were becoming hysterical, to say the least.

In any other given situation where this had somehow miraculously happened, you would’ve been on the phone with Kylie faster than lightening. But you were on a plane, at least an hour from landing and giving you access to others again, so that option was on hold. Obviously you couldn’t talk to anybody else about it on the plane, they’d just label you as crazy, which to your defense you can be, but they’d just zone out after about a minute. So here you were, forced to panic and get worked up over this notebook of yours all on your own. Great. Just great.

Oh god, what if that, that Lin guy was reading through your notebook right now?! What if he had already stolen all of your ideas and morphed them into his own?! No, no. Calm down, Y/N. You’re obviously overreacting, Lin wouldn’t do that. Sure, you only met him for a solid thirty seconds, but that’s enough time to get a decent judgement on somebody cute, right? He helped you up, he tried to make conversation, he seemed like a pretty good guy, a gentleman even.

Calm down, Y/N, you’re just getting yourself riled up for no good reason. You’ll be able to figure this whole situation out once you get both feet back onto solid ground again, and you’ll be able to start writing again in no time. You’ll get your notebook back, and Lin will get his. Simple fix, minus the whole “he’s in New York and you’re in rural Missouri” thing, but something can get worked out.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself, even slightly. Everything will turn out fine in an hour, so just wait it out. Just an hour, that’s all. Yup, juuuuusssttttt an hour.

Oh who are you kidding? This is going to be the longest hour of your life.

Your eyes snap back open and you feel a sense of jitteriness pulse through you, only making everything seem worse. What were you going to do within this agonizingly long hour? Usually you would’ve brought a book or something to read for the flight, just in case writer’s block hit you, but what were yo-oh. That’s right, you do have something to read.

Your gaze slowly shifts downward to your slightly calloused hands, mainly from your late writing nights, and settle back upon your imposter notebook. Turning it over and over in your hands, the sleek black leather only makes you more and more curious as to what else it holds inside, besides characterization and such.

A little peek wouldn’t hurt, right?

Shifting in your already stiff seat, you pull your legs up into a criss-cross position and re-open the journal, ready to try and figure out what everything was in here. You focus on a random page near the center, and quickly become absorbed in deciphering everything out of it. Are these… song lyrics? Alexander Hamilton? Hold on, that name rings a bell… Hamilton, Hamil-wait, that’s the guy on the 10$ bill! He wasn’t a president, right?

Sifting through more pages, you attempt to gather more and more information, but all you come up with is more “Hamilton this” and “Hamilton that”, and some more lyrics for different situations. Although, with the way these songs are aligned, you can totally see a character arc for a musical here and-oh God.

This notebook is a developing musical for a founding father.

That’s a new one.

You stifle a laugh from the realization, trying not to draw anyone’s attention. A musical about a founding father? Who most likely wasn’t even a president? What kind of drug did this guy have to be on to come up with this off-the-wall idea? No wonder he came off as nice when he ran into you at the airport, all crack-jobs are nice when you first run into them.

Might as well humor yourself and read on, you’ve got a miserable hour to go.

But as you pick back up where you left off, you begin to see where this Lin guy was going with this Hamilton stuff. This founding father’s life story is the perfect. Love, angst, tragedy, hardships, lost of death, all wrapped up into song? Critics would eat this up with a spoon. Sure, there’s a lot of hitches and messy parts to some of these songs, but the idea is there.

A certain pair of characters stood out to you a bit more than Hamilton himself did; The sisters, Angelica and Eliza, Angelica specifically. You unintentionally began to flip through the pages, looking for any indication of the name Angelica, wanting to know more about her. Descriptions were scattered here and there as you continued to flip; strong, independent, intellectual equal, sacrificed love, all of these quick details scrawled about.

But then you fell upon a certain song. Well, you couldn’t really call it a song with the way it looked, more like a bunch of lyrics broken up and not really connecting to each other. A bunch of small scenes that didn’t quite have an order yet, if you will. At the top of the page a bunch of titles had been written and scratched right back out, with only one remaining, a think black circle around it with a bunch of question marks, reading “Can I say Something?”.

You begin to read through the setting of the song that was hastily written along the border of the page, getting a basic understanding of how Lin was imagining this scene to be. A whole rewind situation to see a love triangle from the third angle. Alright Mister Lin-Dude, this scene has you intrigued. You feel pretty connected to this Angelica girl, the same independence of hers coursing through your blood as well. Reading on, you try to grasp the concept of the fragmented lyrics, the plot line of it partially coming together. Okay okay, so she fell in love with Hamilton first, but because she loved her sister, Eliza, so much, she let her have him instead? Wow, that’s some serious sisterly love.

Although the idea and concept of the song was well presented, the actual lyrics itself felt like it was missing something; a single word or phrase. Something that left room for interpretation, yet had many levels of meaning to it. Also something that would get more and more tragic sounding as it was said more (because there’s totally a term for that). Convinced, Unannounced, Satisfied, Unspoken, Certain… something along those lines.

You reached for your pencil in the mesh pocket of your bag and brought it down to the paper, halting only centimeters above it. Hold on, Y/N. This isn’t your notebook. This isn’t yours. You can’t go writing at will in it, who knows what kind of trouble that could stir up.

But at the same time, you couldn’t let this criticism go to waste. Maybe this Lin guy needs some “creative help” with his works?

You continue to blankly stare at the page before you, your favorite mechanical pencil teetering against your fingers in anticipation of your decision.

It’s pencil. If he doesn’t want these ideas, he can erase them with ease.

But your little notes don’t seem to just stop there. You subconsciously scribble down little anecdotes and ideas on almost every page. A little note on a line about Hamilton’s son, and how he can be both his “son” and “sun”. A small adjustment to a roasting between Jefferson and Hamilton, making Jefferson claim to have written “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”, when Jock Locke had actually written them, giving him the effect of “underhanded”. Just simple notes and suggestions here and there, nothing major.

Well, if it hadn’t been an hour’s worth of suggestion writing, it may have been considered “small”. Yet, here you are, an hour later, being told by the overhead speaker to fasten your seatbelt for the landing in St. Louis.

You need to learn to control your writing needs, Y/N.

Setting your feet back on the floor you re-buckle, ready to get off of this airplane and back onto solid ground. Sure, you weren’t scared of heights or anything, but you really were just itching to figure out where your notebook was, and how you could get it back. Had Lin done the same thing to your notebook that you had done to his? Nah, there’s nothing good enough to deal with in it anyway. Three years of work on your musical and there’s not much to show for it, in all honesty.

The buckling of the wheels hitting the runway underneath of airplane jars you back into the present. The endless amount of more runways and nothingness outside of your window already gives you a nostalgic feeling of being back home, a smile growing on your face from the mere feeling of it. The captain’s voice rings out on the overhead speaker, announcing that all of you were now in St. Louis, and how you were able to exit to the airport now.

You waste no time in high-tailing it to the exit to gather yourself a bit before returning to your hometown. Your best friends from high school were supposed to be there to pick you up, but you had no idea where they were. In Heinz sight, you probably should’ve told them your exit instead of just “meet me at the airport”, but that couldn’t be helped now.

Fishing your phone from your pocket, you flip off airplane mode and allow for it to set in your hand for a minute, waiting for the few text messages and Snapchat’s to roll in. And they do.

But they don’t stop.

Confused, you watch the notifications bombard your lockscreen, each of them burying the other so quickly you can’t even read them. A solid minute rolls by before it finally ends, the most recent being a text from your hometown friends, Karsen and Colin.

TEXT FROM: 🚗🌞 Karsen
-“Y didn’t u tell me dat u were Twitter famous child!!!!!!”

TEXT FROM: 📞📥 Colin
-“You better check your Twitter before Kar has a heart attack.”

Utterly puzzled, you open your Twitter (after turning off the notifications, dear lord) and stare at the little blue bubble over your notifications button. You didn’t even know that number could be so high. Clicking the little bell icon, you furrow your eyebrows at everything cluttering your box. You knew none of these people, not a single one. Why were they-oh.


Every single tweet had your handle, and one other person’s.


A flood of both relief and worry wash over you as you click on the familiar name, taking in his entire profile page. Seems like it’s Lin. The profile picture looks like him, at least. Scrolling past his most recent tweets, you search for the earliest mention with your Twitter handle.

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Okay, I found her account everybody, it’s @(Y/H/N), please bombard her with love for her work, even though you don’t know what it is yet”

Wait, why is he talking about your works?

You scroll further into his history, seeing the progression of his tweets backwards.

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“God I need to know who Y/N is. This is totally a romcom movie plot line, with the mystery and beauty of it”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“That was a true roller coaster of emotions. I need to see this I theaters now, Y/N.”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Oh thank god Leila and Adam got back together I was hoping this would be a happy ending”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Oh no. Now the best friends have got to do all the work to get the lovers that don’t think they like each other back together. Classic”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Planning a fake fight always leads to bad things, Adam”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“WHAT?! WHY DID YOU KILL THEM OFF?! You wound me Y/N, you really do”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Ooo, Adam has such a sad backstory. Of course he gets the Sappy But Still Loved Character Award from me”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“I relate to Leila on an emotional level. An aspiring writer with a bit of a sad past and social issues? Sign me up”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“I’ve only read the basic plot she has written in the front and in already in love”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Every single one of you are going to be subjected to me live-tweeting about this story she has-best part?-ITS A MUSICAL”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Wow does she have some seriously good shit in this notebook. Way better than mine. Maybe I’ll just keep it for myself…”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“-and long story short I now have a mysteriously beautiful and talented woman’s notebook.”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Apparently we have the same notebook though. Or, better yet, our notebooks are identical, and we somehow managed to swap them”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“And we both dropped out notebooks that we write in during the collision, so being nice people, picked them up and gave them back to each other”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“Not only was she pretty and super nice, I looked like a total jerk running into her. Literally ran over her.”

@Lin_Manuel tweeted:
“FUNNY STORY: So you guys know how I’m super clumsy and I run into almost anything ever? Well I ran into a girl at the airport just now”

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME OF YOUR BOYFRIEND?!” A familiar voice shouts from across the way, her voice just as loud as you remember it. Karsen’s blond hair bounces towards you and you’re wrapped up in a death-grip hug from her. “Why didn’t you tell me you have a boyfriend?! We made a promise to tell each other about that stuff!” She yells in your ear, squealing in both delight and frustration.

“Yeah, you’ve got some s'plainin’ to do, Y/N.” Colin laughs from behind Karsen, his usual smirk plastered on his lips like it always use to be. “Gee, thanks for the warm welcoming you two. No really, I appreciate it.” You remark, sarcasm dripping from your voice as you stuff your phone back into your pocket, not wanting to focus on anything back in New York right now.

“No but really, who’s the guy that’s making you soon-to-be-verified on Twitter?” Colin breathes, running a hand through his styled and swoopy hair. “Yeah! I wanna know all about your boyfriend!” Karsen quietly screams, her movements giddy with excitement. “Not my boyfriend, I can tell you that much.” You laugh, following them out of the airport.

How were you going to explain this situation, actually?


If you wanna ask me about the musical the reader is writing, feel free to!

I work at a video game store and there’s always this one older guy who comes in a lot to play tomb raider on our demo systems, and he’ll stay for like hours
sometimes his wife will call him so he always makes excuses like “oh yeah it’s pretty busy so I’m gonna be late” or “we got my car running but we still have to get dave’s” and I’m just. waiting for the day when she’s like, so who is it????? who are you seeing???
and he’s like “it’s…….laura croft”

So at first I was like “babe you gotta play a little bit dirty you’re in prison dude” when Reid wouldn’t help that guy with his drugs 

but then he like mixes some shit and possibly kills everyone and I’m like “TOO DIRTY DUDE TOO DIRTY TONE IT DOWN A NOTCH”

Doctor Difficulties (Simon Request)

It was difficult being a doctor. You rarely got time to relax and you were always thinking about the next patient or the next problem. A lack of sleep and a long shift hardly made you your best. However, in your holiday from work, you’d planned to relax with your boyfriend as much as possible. Playing video games, watching Netflix, filming videos. But with Simon as your boyfriend, his first plan for your first day off was to go to the pitch with some of the boys and play some football. In all fairness, you loved the game but that made no change to the fact that you were secretly shattered and wanted nothing more than your bed. He was excited for today and you didn’t want to disappoint him. Even if work had been getting a bit too stressful recently…
“Yo guys what’s going on and today I’m here with some of the guys” Simon begins loudly for his video, “And the better looking of all of us, my girlfriend!” He grins, wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind.
“Ughh you two need to get a room” Manny jokes in a feminine voice, a reference to the very jealous fangirls that didn’t approve of Simon’s love for you.
“Alright so today we’re using this blindfold and this course to make complete idiots of ourselves” He cheers before the video would cut to his simple explanation of how things would work.
After Tobi and Ethan both go, its your turn. It seemed simple to the naked eye. Put the blindfold on, dribble round some cones, do 10 spins with the ball at your feet before trying to blindly run past a defender and score a goal.
“And go!” Tobi exclaims to start your time.
You succeed at first. The dribbling goes okay even if you do hit into a few… maybe all of the cones…
And then your spins. You had never been one to handle things like this very well and became dizzy very easily.
After four spins you could already feel it. Oh god, this wouldnt go well. Sleep deprived and not containing near as much food as you should’ve done for the past couple of weeks, you could feel the lightheaded MOX begin to stir.
Once the boys call ten, you attempt to run forward. Only to trip over the ball and smash straight into something very solid- sending it and you crashing to the floor.
“Oh fuck!” You hear the boys shout as you fumble to take off the material over your eyes.
Whilst your eyes quickly adjust to the light, you see Simon on the floor beside you, gripping his leg with what looked like a near-agonising pain.
“Holy shit, are you okay man?” Tobi asks instantly.
“Fuck” Simon winces, trying to sit up but failing.
“What hurts?” You ask quickly, your doctor side kicking in.
Your boyfriend points to the bottom of his leg, near to the ankle and grimaces as you place your hands on it.
“Okay can you move it?”
“No, it kills babe” He manages to say.
You notice the lack of reaction from the boys now which seems evidently strange to you…
“Alright take deep breaths okay? I’m gonna need you to try to sit up” You nod with a calming tone to your voice.
“Aww its cute seeing you in doctor mode” He chuckles, a smile appearing on his pink lips.
“What?” You question with a sudden sour taste.
Simon laughs that laugh that he does which you usually find irresistibly adorable but this time its the opposite.
“Go fuck yourself Minter” You state, tossing the blindfold onto his stomach before turning on your heel and walking towards the gate of the pitch.
“(Y/n)!” He calls after you but obviously has no reaction from you.
It wasn’t that you were annoyed that he pranked you. He usually would attack you with silly string or order the wrong spice at Nandos so your food was far too spicy. It was generally just a continued joke between the pair of you but that was too far. The agony on his face had boiled a mix of horror, worry and guilt in your stomach. The panic of your breathing sent an even worse spin in your head than any amount of dizziness could have done. You were tired. You didn’t need this.
“(Y/n) come on,” Simon speaks up as he catches up behind you after evidently running to meet you.
You sigh and allow him to cautiously turn you to face him.
“What happened?” He frowns, knowing you never got annoyed about pranks- not this annoyed.
“I don’t want to talk Simon” You shake your head, looking down.
“Babe,” He says with such worry in his voice you’re struggling to not look into his eyes, “I didn’t think you’d get upset. I was just messing around”
“I know” You nod.
“Then what’s going on?” He questions, “You haven’t been yourself for the past couple of weeks. I thought having a kick around with the boys might make you feel better”
“I know that too" You respond, “Its just work Simon. Everything’s getting a bit much now”
“How so?” He frowns.
“I’m working 14 hour shifts where I’m constantly rushing around, I’m seeing patients that I can’t even help and then I’m coming home not being able to sleep because I’m thinking about it too much” You explain, “And seeing you hurt…”
“Hey hey” He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you, “I’m just being a dickhead. There’s nothing wrong with me” He chuckles, allowing you to feel the rumble in his chest, “You’ve got a couple of weeks off now okay? Those other doctors know what they’re doing and they’re gonna be fine. Meanwhile, you need to take a break"
“Doctors hear that all the time” You point out.
“Then listen to it!” He responds, “If that means you sleeping all day then sleep until its dark. If that means eating pizza at midnight in bed then we’ll order a Papa John’s. Anything you want”
You smile and look up at him.
“Just stop being so hard on yourself babygirl” He brushes some hair from your face, “And I’ll try not to prank you again”
You reach up to your tiptoes as though you’re about to kiss him and notice his eyes flutter shut, “Pull another stunt like that and I’ll make sure I definitely injure your leg next time”
You grin and walk off, back to the pitch.
“Oh so the doctor’s got sass has she?” He raises his brows, running up behind you and lifting you up with your legs flailing, “Nice try”

we’re finally getting blinds installed in our house and when i got home, the guys were already there working, so i went to grab my switch and play back in my room so i wouldn’t bother them and the two working in the living room were immediately like “oh that switch is yours?? if you wanted to. uh. play it out here. we wouldn’t be upset. i’m just saying it wouldn’t be a bother” and now they’re half-working, half-quietly commentating as i play. cute

anonymous asked:

Guys come on now. You really think while being bored in her trailer playing with Snapchat CP would decide to drop a clue she's leaving the show??? CP would never ever do that. Plus that quote came across more of appreciate the good things you have in life. That in no way implies she's leaving the show.

Candice’s position on the show is secure, Iris is literally the only thing saving us from this: 

Come on guys, pay attention to the narrative :o)

smollnewt  asked:

Hello friend, I've noticed a crap ton of sidonxlink shipping and I'm just curious why people think it's "the ship" of the game? Because when I first saw it I was just super 'those are some good bros just doing friend stuff' but I'm like super open to seeing the other side. Please pull me into this ship. I want to learn!


Well, I don’t know if I’d consider Sidlink ‘’The Ship’’, I don’t think Breath of The Wild has a truly canon ship outside of marriages.

But hey, I’d love to tell you why I adore this ship. Personally, of course, I can’t speak for my fellow shippers on this one.

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xxtheaufactoryxx  asked:

Okay so I'm gonna level with people here. No this event isn't necessary but who cares? Let Val have her harmless little fun while there is no way to keep the blog going otherwise. I mean hey my event with Sylphy being a lost soul isn't necessary either I could have just waited and pretended like everything was fine with Sylphy but I decided to play along and have Sylphy suffer. Just because you think something is not necessary it does not make it stupid. Just let people have their fun guys.


fabstingsgron  asked:

Hey, can you help me with something? They found "Ali's" body in the pilot, the same time Aria came back and Mona started sending them texts as A. Was it just a ridiculous coincidence or did A revealed the body? I cant remember.

Mona/A didn’t reveal the body but YOU KNOW WHO WOULD… BETHANY!!! Bethany would reveal the random dead body so that she can start playing the game. Because you’re right, it kind of seemed a bit too coincidental for the body to come out of no where 1 year later, the day they started receiving A messages… maybe the “I’m still here bitches. And I know everything. -A” WAS BETHANY. Still here, as in, that body they just found wasn’t her!! Oh my god Bethany is starting to make more sense with every day that goes by.

I’m sticking to this theory forever guys: Bethany is Uber A and she is Spencer’s twin.

Part Two: Play Your Roles. (Changing Channels S05E08)

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A/N: Oh booooooy, someone sucks at updating. I’m really sorry you guys had to wait so long! I tried starting this part about ten times, but nothing really felt right. But I hope this was worth the wait. Enjoy!

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my queue is at least mostly refilled x_x I haven’t been playing as much because of time constraints. And I just got a call that one of my bridesmaids has dropped out of my wedding because of travel problems and I have to find a new one… ugh.

There was something else I wanted to say… what was it… I think I am going senile very early >_>

OH! Right. I am almost at 300 followers… I have 2 or 3 projects in the works but what I finish first as my followers gift depends mostly on you guys and what you’d like:

a, my grocery store paintings (it is a little more than half done)

b, the rest of the items from UL and IP unhidden (this includes seashells and some tomb objects)

c, deco objects made shiftable, that there are not existing overrides for already

Let me know in the comments <3