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[TRANS] 170523 Kim Hyunjung's News Show - Phone Interview w/ Rap Monster

KRN - ENG © ktaebwi

Kim Hyunjung (KHJ): Hello Rap Monster. Congratulations!

Rap Monster (RM): Hi, nice to meet you, this is Rapmon from BTs.

KHJ: You are in Las Vegas right?

RM: We have some additional schedules so we’re heading to LA from Las Vegas noe. Please excuse me for taking the call while on the road, thank you.

KHJ: You’re really well-manner. I’m the one who should say thank you for taking the call in such situation.

RM: It’s my honor.

KHJ:To be honest, did you go there with expectation?

RM: Of course, we had a lot of expectation. We thought that we shouldn’t have any expectation but at the same time, we expected a lot too. “They called us all the way here, wouldn’t they give us the award? But anyway let’s not hope too much,” we were kind of in a dilemma.

KHJ: How did you feel like when they called out BTS’ name at a stage like that?

RM: We talked about this among ourselves already too, it didn’t feel real. We just went out to the stage like we were being possessed by something, and in front of us were people like Drake, DJ Khaled. It felt like we were dreaming.

KHJ: Felt like you were dreaming? Back then when you were a trainee, have you ever dreamt of a stage like this?

RM: We actually have never dreamt of anything this big. When we were still trainees, around 1 year before debuting, we went to see a sunbae group’s concert at Olympic Gymnastics Arena. We talked about having to stand on this kind of stage at least once before retiring. We didn’t dare to imagine of attending an award show like BBMAs and receiving an award in front of such people.

KHJ: So you were watching the concert at Olympic Gymnastics Arena and you said “Wow, we have to do a concert here at least once before we die, don’t we?”. Was it your dream?

RM: It was nearly exactly what I said. For real.

KHJ: Those trainees now walked on the dream stage of Billboard and became the first among K-pop idol groups.

RM: It’s our honor.

KHJ: What do you think is the main factor to such global popularity? What is the core point?

RM: The local media outlets always ask us this too so I thought about this a lot, since I have to answer them. And I asked around too, of course. I think K-pop is like a gift set, an assorted gift ser. The music, the choreography, music videos and what we always do, communication on SNS. These things are combined together and once you fall for something, for example, if you listen to the music, you will watch music videos, then if you find the choreography cool, you will look up for performances on Youtube and find the fun videos that we always shoot, then you will check out our SNS and find out what thoughts we have. I can say that it’s extremely easily accessible. So the process of becoming our fans is extremely easy too. And most of all, our typical type of music or lyrics tell the stories of the youth in all over the world, no matter if it’s across the globe or Korea, the youth all feel the same emotions. We think it can create a bond of sympathy more easily, letting them think “So they feel like this in Korea too.”

KNJ: Your songs are in Korean, can those feelings be delivered? Including the lyrics too?

RM: The Internet and such are developing strongly these days, so even if we just tweet something, a lot of people would immediately translate it to not just English, but also multiple languages like Romanian, Portugese.

KHJ: So they translate and make subtitles in multiple languages?

RM: That’s correct. Nearly all of our contents have subtitles, so it’s easier to know what we talk about, what we write, what our lyrics say. I think we are benefitting a lot from the media.

KHJ: An assorted gift set made up from those things. And the finalization of it, the finalization of 2017, we can think it’s BTS.

RM: Thank you for saying that.

KHJ: But Rap Monster, how can you speak so well like that?

RM: Thank you. There’s a lot of chances where I need to speak on behalf of the group, so I think I have to speak well to dignify our group. I always think in my head first.

KHJ: You pulled out English interviews perfectly too. The assorted gift set story you talked about is true in many ways. It makes me think idols are indeed incredible, you started from Olympic Gymnastics Arena and now took home a Billboard award. What will be your next goal?

RM: Our next goal is a worldwide stadium tour. Stadium tour is the kind of tour that attracts at lease 30,000, 40,000 to 50,000 audiences. I can say that our next goal is to hold a worldwide stadium tour.

KHJ: So us older generation can understand that it’s like when Michael Jackson holds a concert and have 3-40,000 audiences?

RM: Yes, we want to do that.

KHJ: Earlier you said when you went to the concert at Olympic Gymnastics Arena yiu wanted to be like that sunbae group, who was that sunbae?

RM: They are called Highlight now right? We got a chance to go to Highlight - formerly known as B2ST - sunbaenim’s concert in 2012. We sat at the back.

KHJ: At the back?

RM: They were so cool so we told each other like “Let’s become like those sunbaenim”. We still sometimes talk about that among ourselves now.

KHJ: It would be even happier because you made it after going through hardships. Having a busy schedule must be really tiring right? What do you want to do first when you come back home?

RM: I always like enjoying the park or landscapes. I sometimes come to Gyeongbokgung too, it helps filling out the feeling of emptiness. I heard the Seoullo 7017 (a pedestrial overpass) has been opened.

KHJ: Yes, Seoullo. Oh, do you follow current events too? How did you know Seoullo is opened when you go abroad that frequently?

RM: I take a lot of flights and they always have newspapers there, so I read them.

KHJ: You need to be this level to become a global idol. Rap Monster, congratulations again. I hope you can soon come back and take a walk in the park or Seoullo 7017. I’ll continue to support and look forward to your future activities and worldwide stadium tour.

RM: Thank you.

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365 days of FC Bayern München

121/365

The Allianz Arena:

With a 71,137 seating capacity, widely known for its exterior of inflated ETFE plastic panels, it is the first stadium in the world with a full color-changing color exterior. Located at 25 Werner-Heisenberg-Allee at the northern edge of Munich’s Schwabing-Freimann borough on the Fröttmaning Heath, it is the third largest arena in Germany behind Signal Iduna Park in Dortmund and the Olympiastadion in Berlin.

The stadium hosts two teams, namely Bayern München and TSV 1860 München. Both teams decided to cooperate for the construction of their new home. However, the external look of the stadium changes depending on the team that plays in the stadium. When Bayern play their home game, the stadium is coloured red and white. The colours turn into white and blue when the stadium hosts 1860 München for their home games and into white for the German national football team.

This Day in 1D History - June 8

2011: 

  • “Meee and lee-am” (via Louis’ Twitter :))

2012: 

  • Up All Night Tour concert – San Diego, USA

2013: 

  • Niall throw some crazy shapes (lmao) outside the arena 
  • Take Me Home Tour concert – Mexico City, Mexico

2014: 

  • Where We Are Tour concert – London, UK #3 

2015: 

  •  “One of the very first photos I shot for @onedirection” (via John Urbano’s Insta) <333
All Better

DisraeliGears sent me this prompt ages ago: Jack is having a shit day. I mean a REAL shit day. He’s out for a game with a cracked rib, his freezer peed all over the floor overnight, his run was terrible and he ate the last piece of pie yesterday. If only there was someone to cheer him up… Happy birthday, @disraeligearsgoestumblin! I hope you have an amazing special day! xoxo


Jack would have to be out for a few games. Three tops, the doctor had said. Thankfully, his rib wasn’t cracked just bruised to hell and back. And it wasn’t even a check from the Preds. It was just a badly timed run in with Tater. Jack felt stupid, he was tired, hungry, angry, and was ready for this terrible, no good night to end.

He stumbled into his apartment, and flicked on the hallway light, wincing at the pain.

Jack hung his jacket up and walked toward the kitchen. If he drank, right now would be the portion of the evening where Jack would pour himself a scotch and throw it back. But he didn’t, so he couldn’t.

Instead, he’d have a slice of Bitty’s pie. That would do it. But then, damn it all to hell, he remembered he finished it the night before. Shit. Fine. A glass of milk, a bag of frozen peas for his side, and then off to bed.

Jack walked over to the fridge, opened it, and the light didn’t go on. He closed the door and opened it again, hoping it would magically fix itself. It didn’t, and when he put his hand in the fridge it was nowhere near cold.

“What the hell?”

Jack looked at the back of the fridge and noticed it was unplugged. It had to have been the cleaning lady, or gremlins, or just the universe telling him it hated him.

He plugged the fridge back in, and slammed the door shut. So much for the milk, the peas, the everything.

Just then his phone rang. It was Bitty.

“Sweetheart? I was in the library finishing up a paper – like you told me to – and I just saw the clip.”

“Oh…”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine Bits.”

“Really? You don’t sound fine.”

Jack then sighed shakily, and knew he didn’t have to put up a brave face for Bitty. He knew he could just be.

“Bits, this day… it fucking sucked.”

“Oh no,” Bitty said, Jack hearing the concern in his voice.

“I smashed my finger this morning with a barbell. Then I was going to make my pre-game PBJ and the damn bread was moldy. I crashed into Tater and bruised my rib, basically looking like a damn moron in front of the entire arena. Then I came home, my fridge was unplugged, and now all my food is spoiled – and I had gone groceries yesterday. And then, I realized I ate all the damn pie, Bitty! There isn’t any!”

Bitty chuckled softly. “Oh, sweetheart. It sounds like you had a pretty rough day, huh?”

Jack felt his face burn.

Crisse, now that I hear myself I sound like a big baby.”

“No. Not at all. Can I do anything for you?”

“No… I’m just gonna go to bed. I’ll deal with the fridge and whatever, tomorrow. I’m just exhausted.”

“Are you sure?”

Jack bit his bottom lip. What he really wanted was to hold Bitty, and breathe in the scent of his hair, to snuggle in bed and have Bitty whisper calming words in his ear. With Bitty everything just felt better. No matter how awful things were.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s late, bud. We should go to bed. Call me tomorrow when you have a moment?”

“Of course, sweet pea. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Bits.”

How Jack loved his Bitty. So, so much.

“Night.”

“Good night.”

+

Jack had dozed off on the couch watching a baking show when he heard keys in the lock. (His preference for baking shows had grown exponentially since he had been with Bitty. Jack found they comforted him.)

Bitty came in, toed off his shoes, and walked toward Jack.

“Bits?”

“Hey, you,” Bitty said as he put down his bags and bent down to kiss Jack.

“What are you doing here?”

“I took a Lyft. I come bearing sustenance, and pie,” he said brightly.

Jack’s heart clenched. This boy.

“But don’t you have class tomorrow?”

“At 11:00. It’ll be fine. Right now, I just want to take care of you.”

Jack could feel a prickling in the back of his throat, and smiled as he watched Bitty get up and take the bags to the kitchen. He unloaded some dishes, put them in the fridge, took out a pie and cut a slice.

Jack would never tire of seeing Bitty move though his kitchen as though he was born to be there.

“Scoot over, mister,” Bitty said as he returned with plate of pie.

Jack moved over slowly, and grinned as Bitty held a forkful of pie to his mouth.

“Open.”

Jack obeyed and let Bitty feed him.

“There,” Bitty said, almost a whisper, “All better.”

Jack nodded.

It was. It really was all better.

roundtable rival // star lord

a/n: everyone needs a little peter quill in their lives ;)

Listen to this while you read: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvipPY…


LOCATION - The distant planet of Tulsa.




Peter slowly makes his way into the legendary saloon. Inside, it is filled with people dancing, arguing, drinking and watching the most interesting part of the saloon. Unlike other saloons, this one features a giant arena that is home to many fights. He weaves his way through the people, trying to get to the sidelines. He is exactly on time, and if everything goes to plan, he will soon be in that arena.

Y/n L/n stands up and brushes off her coat.  Underneath, she’s wearing a simple leather vest, tight black leather pants and sturdy combat boots.  She’s got a heavy lineup tonight of people to fight, and she’s fully prepared. After all, this is what she was trained to do.

She squints as she steps into the arena. She has never gotten used to the blinding lights.  The crowd roars and cheers for her, and she throws her arms above her head.  She smiles her trademark grin and waves to the audience.  She throws off her coat and saunters to the middle.

Her first opponent was easy. He took about 3 minutes to finish off, and she even went easy on him.  The second one was, if anything, even easier than the first. She took her time on this one, drawing it out to give the audience a good show.

Peter watched her with a strange fascination, wondering how she got here. She wasn’t always the ruthless fighter that she was now. Once upon a time, she fought on his side, right with him. They were Starlord and Y/n.  Quite the terrifying pair of outlaws. She wasn’t his rival, she wasn’t hired by one of the men he hates most, she certainly didn’t hate him, and her mind certainly wasn’t altered to make her forget almost everything about him.

She shakes the dirt off of her hands, preparing for the next opponent. The third man walks into the arena. He is much taller than her, and has a long gash running down his face. She stands up a little straighter, and prepares to start. He runs toward her and lands a punch solidly in her stomach.  She stumbles back and glares at him. She grits her teeth and kicks his feet out from under him. He has no time to react, and he falls onto the ground.  She bats her eyelashes.
“Oops”
He stands up and growls at her.
“You nasty little rat!”
She giggles and continues to dodge his punches. It isn’t long before she finally wins this match as well.

She’s gone through every single one of her opponents, and she has won every single time. She holds up her fists and spins around, relishing the cheers of the audience.

The announcer asks if there is anyone who is willing to challenge her.

No one responds at first.

Then, Peter stands up.

“I am willing.”

Y/n’s jaw drops.

Peter walks over the the doors of the arena and flings them open.  He walks over to the middle, glaring at Y/n.

“What the hell are you doing here?” hisses Y/n.  “I wasn’t supposed to see you ever again!”

“Darlin’, you know me. I just can’t stay away.”

Y/n spits at his feet.



She takes a few steps back and reaches down for her knives. She’s not taking any chances with this one.

Her heart is beating faster than usual.  She simply blames it on adrenaline.

The announcer signals for them to start, and she’s already moving. She’s punching, kicking and dodging, but it’s getting harder and harder for her to keep up. Peter was always the one person who could really get to her. It was almost like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Soon, he has her cornered.

“Just admit defeat already. You don’t need to do this anymore!”

“Of course I do! I can’t lose or I’ll get in trouble. You know how it works!”

He sees the pain in her eyes, the fear that she tries to conceal so often.

He’s got her arms pinned above her head, knives useless. She’s writhing under him, trying to get free. She shoves her knee into his groin, ducks and rolls away. She screams at him, telling him how he just doesn’t understand. She lands a kick to his abdomen and growls.

There’s no way in hell she’s losing this fight to him.

He kicks back this time, right in her pelvis.  She whimpers in pain and steps back.  He continues to punch and kick until he’s got her pinned down on the ground. He’s sitting on top of her, thinking that she’s won. She lays limp for a minute, and then pulls her legs up around him. She flips him over,  and pulls out her knife. She could kill him right this moment. She should kill him right this moment. After all, that is what she is expected to do to people that the announcer hates.  She pulls her arm back.  

The announcer yells at her. He tells her to just do it already. That she knows what will happen if she doesn’t.


Her hand shakes.

Peter smiles sadly.

“Just do it.”

She puts the tip of the knife against his chest.

She looks into Peter’s eyes.

She can’t read them.

She reaches out to stroke his face, suddenly remembering everything.

She stands up and turns to the announcer.

“You did this to me! You turned me into a MONSTER!”

She throws her knife at him, knowing it will hit her target.

She turns around and holds her hand out to Peter.

He smirks and takes it.

“I knew you’d come around eventually.”

She punches him in the stomach.

“Jesus, you don’t have to punch me anymore!”

Together, they walk out of the arena.

They are no longer rivals.

Andre Burakovsky #1.2

PART ONE // PART THREE

id0lizes said: This is literally my family, including what they want in their coffee. Spot on lol. More pls!!!

Anonymous said: can you do a part 2 to the andre imagine please?

A/N: Alright so this got a little long my apologies, but hope you liked it!

Word Count: 2,422

Originally posted by tjgoalshie

Playoff games were the core of stress in your house these past few days. Washington was standing strong at the top of the standings and somehow Andre seemed to forget all about that and see the worst in what could happen in tonights game. 

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