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known, confirmed schedules so far

NOV 15 - Jimmy Kimmel Outdoor Mini Concert
NOV 19 - American Music Awards
NOV 20 - Studio Recording for Jimmy Kimmel Live
NOV 21 - The Ellen DeGeneres Show taping
NOV 24 - MIC DROP Remix collab with Steve Aoki and Desiigner
NOV 27 - The Ellen DeGeneres Show guesting broadcast
DEC 1 - MAMA in Hong Kong
DEC 2 - Melon Music Awards
DEC 8~10 - WINGS TOUR Final in Seoul

BT21 merch launch sometime in December, Seasons Greetings 2018 maybe at the end of November. End of the Year Music Shows we have no info yet on when. Hope they have fun on these schedules and good health always for everyone!

When you say a fandom is dead, it’s a bit of a blow to people who are still producing and enjoying work for that fandom. You’re basically saying what they’re doing doesn’t matter, doesn’t count, which might discourage them from continuing to participate.

If one person is creating content, the fandom isn’t dead.

If one person is consuming content, the fandom isn’t dead.

If two friends are chatting on skype about their OTPs, that’s fandom.

If someone doodles drawings of their favorite characters on a napkin, that’s fandom.

Just because someone is producing content for one fandom doesn’t mean they have to leave another.

Not every fandom can be the big, new, shiny and popular thing.

Not every fandom *should* be the big, new, shiny, and popular thing.

It’s okay to have small, tight-knit fandoms. They can be just as fulfilling and entertaining as the big ones.


It’s an experiment in limitations, unofficially titled how drunk is too drunk for a person who doesn’t do the drunk thing. The mistake had been in thinking that a few extra drinks would do nothing more than loosen a few of Neil’s strings. Andrew had forgotten to consider the unfortunate side effect, that alcohol amplifies natural tendencies, and so as soon as Neil hits one too many, he takes the opportunity to thoroughly roast all of his teammates (with the exception of Andrew, who spends the evening braced for it anyway).

The non-monsters plus Nicky (and baby Foxes, whose existence Andrew ignores on principal) only egg him on, while Neil remains oblivious to the fact that they’re exceedingly entertained and not mortally wounded, like he intends. It’s a mess that Andrew watches silently from the kitchen, carefully nursing his own drink, while making sure Neil doesn’t do or say anything irreversibly stupid, or there would be additional messes for Andrew to clean in the morning.

It’s all well and good, fun and games, no one quite loses an eye, but Neil trips over a chair leg on his merry way to assault Kevin and goes sprawling on the carpet instead, amid a laughing (but concerned) chorus of fellow drunkards.



Neil rolls onto his back and claps a hand to his forehead, even though it was not his head that he hit, but most everything else.

Relinquishing the stormy hold he has on the empty kitchen, Andrew crosses the living room to loom over Neil, unimpressed and ignoring the triumphant cheers and disappointed groans as money exchanges hands behind them. (The game: how badly will Neil’s first drunken adventure end? Provide examples. Nicky whines, “Twenty bucks on Kevin bitch slapping him. So close. Damn chair. You rigged it, Allison, you put that there.” She did not.)

Neil looks up at him through his fingers and with unfocused eyes, but he smiles brilliantly. Andrew considers wiping it off of his face with his foot, but then Neil says, practically sings, “Andrew.”

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That One Dreadful Call

Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 974

Warnings: ANGST (which isn’t a shocker with me anymore) 

A/N: Here’s your Daddy!Jensen angst!!! I hope you all enjoy it…there may be a part two or I may just be a bitch and leave it like this lol anyways thanks to @mamapeterson for the beta and feedback is gratefully appreciated!!!

Jensen couldn’t stop smiling. While waiting for the set to be prepared again he started thinking about you and your four year old daughter who looked exactly like you, but had his eyes. He had everything he could have ever wanted and more. Ever since marrying you, you had truly made him a better man and he could never stop showing you how much he appreciates and loves you. Last night was one of those nights, after Olivia fell asleep, you were all his and everything was completely perfect. Jensen actually felt himself starting to blush as he started thinking about last night in such a public place. He was brought out of his thoughts by the directors booming voice, rubbed the back of his neck, and made his way back to his marker.

Many takes later it was finally lunch time and also around the same time you would pick Olivia up from pre-K. Which would result in him getting a FaceTime call of the two of you as you drove back home. All throughout lunch Jensen was constantly checking his phone, so much that Jared noticed, “Hey man, she probably just forgot or got busy with the teacher or something. Don’t sweat it.”

“Do you think I should call just to be sure?”

Jared shook his head, “Nah, I’m telling you everything is fine.

“But she always calls, this isn’t just something she would all of a sudden forget to do.”

“I know, which is why I’m saying something else must have come up to where she couldn’t FaceTime you.” Jared’s head lifted when he heard the director’s voice once again. Slapping the side of Jensen’s arm he gave him a reassuring smile, “Come on, back to work we go.”

Jensen gave a nod of his head as he stuffed his cell phone back into his pocket, he’d find out why he didn’t get his call when he got home tonight. Jared was probably right, it was most likely nothing and Jensen was just overreacting. But then again if you did have something else to do…why didn’t you just send him a quick text? He shook his head and brushed it off as he walked back onto set, immediately transforming into Dean Winchester.

Jensen went about the rest of his day without a single call or message from you still. Now he was really starting to get worried. He moved you here to Vancouver with him so he could always be with you and never miss a moment of Olivia growing up. Even though he was about an hour away you still talked to him like you still lived in Austin, he was your best friend and you were his. So to go all day without hearing anything from you…really made him nervous.

It was at the beginning of the final scene, one more hour till he got to go home, when his phone finally rang. The director wasn’t all that happ,y but Jensen answered it anyways, waving off the director, “Y/N, babe, why haven’t you called me all day? Is something wrong?”

Jensen heard sniffling along with little whimpers and his brow scrunched together, that wasn’t you, “Olivia? Baby girl, where’s mommy?”

She whimpered one last time before Jensen heard someone else whispering to her, “Olivia, is that mommy? Can you hand her the phone?” This was when Jensen really started to panic and he wasn’t sure what was going on. He felt Jared’s hand on his shoulder with a questioning look but he just gave him the ‘hold on’ finger.

“D-Daddy…t-the mean man t-told me dat m-mommy can’t t-talk right now…dat y-you gotta find us. C-Come find us daddy…I-I scared….” He heard her starting to cry again as she pleaded for him to help her. His heart dropped, his stomach twisted into a knot, and he could feel his throat starting to close up. His little girl was calling out to him to help her and save her and he had no idea where you or her even were.

“Liv…tell me who has you and daddy will be right there!” He waited barely a second and he didn’t hear her voice or her whimpers anymore. “Liv! Olivia!” Jensen shut his eyes and some tears escaped just as another voice spoke through the phone.

“Jensen! Hey buddy, how’s it hanging?!”

“J-James?” That’s all Jared needed to hear and he pulled away from Jensen and started to call the police on his cell phone.

Jensen heard this blood curdling laugh on the other end, “You sound so surprised! I told you that you’d be seeing me again! Looks like someone didn’t believe me!” James said in a sing song taunting tone that made Jensen shudder..  

“You tell me where you have them and we can settle this right now. James, you give me back my family!” Jensen’s voice broke as his knees gave out. “Please. I’ll give you anything you want, just give me my family back.”

“Ya know…as tempting as that is…and let me tell ya, having you offer up anything that I want is really really tempting…I’m gonna have to pass. We haven’t had our fun just yet! Toodles Jay!” James started laughing again and Jensen couldn’t stop the furious tears as he heard those last two words and then there was nothing at all except for the cruel dial tone heckling him. Jensen screamed and then threw his fist into the ground not caring about the pain that just erupted throughout his arm. Jared rushed over and slung an arm around Jensen’s shoulders, pulling his friend into his body as Jensen gave in and cried.

“We’ll get ‘em back Jay…we’ll get ‘em back,” Jared promised, waving away several people that had come over, asking what was happening.

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She knew him. She knew him so well. All his manners, the colour of his eyes, the way he whispered her name when they were alone.

And she loved him. She loved him so much it made her heart ache. His touches made her feel alive. Sleeping next to him made her smile. Every little thing he did to her made her feel loved.

Their nights together were against the rules. But it didn’t matter. No one knew about their little secret. He wanted to keep her close to him. Secret smiles and light touches were all that mattered to her. Hiding their love didn’t bother her.

She didn’t mind that he never talked about his feelings, his love. He just kept her close, hold her when she was sleeping, made her feel like she was the only person who mattered. That was important, not some stupid conversations about their feelings.

Yet the lonely nights made her feel anxious. When he was away in the capitol because of some formal parties. When he shut himself in his room because of failure expeditions. When he just didn’t want to see her.

Those were the nights when she wrote. She wrote about her dreams, about her feelings, about the future she wanted to share with him. She waited and she wrote. And when he invited her to his bed, she hide her writings. She didn’t need to tell him about her hopes and dreams. She knew that they shared the same dream of their future together. When he hold her in his arms, she knew that they would live a happy life together. She loving him, he loving her.

 Only after the tragedy he realised how much she had loved him.

Hansol/Vernon Daddy Kink!(Smut)

Request 1: Hansol Vernon smut Daddy kink!au please? Rough and submissive, Hansol being dominant. Is that too much to ask? But please do im begging you


My only warnings are unprotected sex, you can imagine theres a condom but I didn’t write it in. Also like really rough sex

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You walked to your kitchen, bored. You were honestly just waiting for Hansol to return home from Practice. After a while you start to do the dishes, then you hear the door open and slam “He’s home, finally” you whisper to yourself. You don’t hear anything after that so you casually turn around and see him standing in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the wall, staring you down with dark eyes.

The more he stares, you feel a blush creeping on your cheeks. “Im tired” He spits out, “Come cuddle with me”. You clear your throat and nod. As you’re following him, he stops suddenly and states casually, “Im going to take a shower, when I come back, I want you to be lying on the bed with just a shirt of mine on”. If you weren’t blushing before, you knew you were now. “ok Hansol” He glared back at you then walked off the bathroom. Why was he mad at you for calling him by his name?

You did as he said and put on just his shirt. Obviously you had underwear on too. After 5 minutes he walks in the bedroom with wet hair and a pair of gray sweatpants on. No shirt. You had to admit you liked staring at his abs, nothing too defined, but just perfect and cute. He lies next to you and wraps you in his arms. “I had a hard day today” he sighed,”Ive been waiting to come home and see my baby” His hand that was on your waist slips down to your butt and gives it a light tap. His adventurous hand next travels to your underwear, pushing it aside and toying with your entrance. You moan in pleasure. “Fuc-Hansol” His free hand goes to your neck. “No, call me daddy baby”

You didn’t know how to respond, better not to say anything and just listen. He kisses you roughly, full of lust and passion. You moan into the kiss wanting more. He completely discards of your underwear and his gray sweatpants. He kneels, positioning himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with his cock. “I thought about you all day baby..” he coos in your ear. “Daddy please” he chuckles and pets your hair. “What do you want baby, use your words” You swallowed your spit and tried to talk “I-I want d-daddy to fuc m-me” You were shaking with anticipation. He unexpectedly shoved himself inside you and you moaned loud enough to be heard 3 blocks down. His thrusts get faster and harder each time, stretching your tight hole. 

This was complete heaven to Hansol after a hard day of practice. It was especially harder for him because his mind was on making love to you all day. Now he gets to do what he’s been waiting for all day. 

You soon reach your climax, clenching around him and moaning in pleasure. “Mmmmmmm daddy” But oh he wasn’t done with you yet. He makes you get on your knees and shoves his member in your mouth. “Did I say you could finish? bad girl..” You try your best not to gag as you deepthroat him but its almost impossible with how he’s thrusting himself in you so forcefully. 

“Swallow” and with that he cums in your mouth, you swallow like you were told, slightly choking. “You don’t know how badly I needed this babe, but don’t think we’re done yet, no. We are going to have some fun in the shower for round 2″ Your eyes widen as he pulls you by your wrist to the shower.

Oh what a night you had ahead of you…

Sorry if this sucked, I’m writing half asleep. I have a lot of requests, sorry if I didn’t do yours yet, I do requests by what I have inspiration for. I’m working on a vampire scenario next.



as a healthy person 

  • you don’t get to tell chronically ill people you wish you were ill because they can stay home and don’t havee to go places or do this and that
  • you don’t get to act like you know everything about someone’s illness, be it just because or because you know someonoe else with a similar illness, you don’t get to act like you know better than them, suggest they try yoga or drink more water or do this and that.
  • you don’t get to act like chronically ill people are not doing enough and if they wanted to, they could be healthy and it’s completely their fault they aren’t
  • you don’t get to argue with chronically ill people about being ableist, if someone chronically ill says you are being ableist, then what you need to do is listen to them and learn 
  • you don’t get to make someone’s illness the only topic of your conversation, you don’t get to act like it’s suddenly okay to keep pointing out the way their body looks or doesn’t look because they’re ill 
  • you don’t get to tell people ‘but you don’t look sick!’ or on the contrary ‘you look terrible, just do something with yourself!’, some illnesses are invisible and that doesn’t make them less an illness, some illnesses are visible due to acommodations etc. but it’s not up to you to decide whether a person is ill depending on their appearance
  • you don’t get to tell us ‘everyone gets tired sometimes!’ or ‘everyone feels a bit bad sometimes’ and dismiss our struggle like that. 
  • you don’t get to act like you know what it is like to be chronically ill or in chronic pain if you are not the one experiencing that 
  • you don’t get to act like chronically ill people owe you an explanation, have justify their limitations etc. 
  • you don’t get to act like people who are friends with chronically ill people are saints and are doing the world a huge favour by putting up with a chronically ill person and how brave they’re for that ,,, truly what the hell
  • you don’t get to guilt trip disabled people and yell at them because them being ill is difficult for you 
  • you can educate yourself and be respectful and supportive instead

as chronically ill people 

  • sometimes we just don’t have a choice, we get limited, we can’t do many things we wish we could do, we have to give up activities that we used to love, being limited by an illness is not a choice and it’s not fun and it’s not us being lazy 
  • we face sexist system in which women are often dismissed, told they are exaggerating when it comes to their pain, are told they’re just sensitive girls, our symptoms are dismissed and yet when i bring up sexism in healthcare many people don’t believe it actually exists
  • we are told ableism doesn’t actually exist 
  • we are the ones who determine what doing our best means 
  • we don’t want pity, we don’t need your pity, saying all we want is to be pitied is just plain wrong 
  • we face many difficulties every single day that become just normal or part of a routine
  • for some of us there is constant pain 
  • maybe we have better days, for some of us no days are good by your definition, it doesn’t mean that by wanting to do something fun we are suddenly healthy and all other things were made up and we are using the illness as an excuse
  • we are allowed to love things and want to experience things and have fun and we have feelings? and yet some people act that the only way you can be fully human is to be healthy   
  • we also face ableism in a form of healthy people who think they can somehow ‘save us’ or change us 
  • we really fucking rock and are incredible

Me, starting a project: alright we’re gonna do this in order. None of this writing the end first and getting stuck. We always do that. Let’s try another method. No skipping ahead. None.

Me later, the last 30 pages of the book fully written out, the first chapter in shambles, completely stumped on how to progress through chapter 2: oh goddamnit