My dear friend Rob apeing about in the studio for me, how can a man mimic a gorilla so completely?? I have no idea, but it’s pretty impressive. Go check him out on instagram for more fuzzy shenanigans: instagram.com/ozemile/
I had two weird dreams last night, which I suppose were technically all part of the same dream, wherein I was visited by dead people. I mean they weren’t dead Dead in the dream, but my brain was self aware enough to be like, “you know these people don’t belong here in your house…they’re dead…also they’re Terry Pratchett and Robin Williams, this is a dream”.
I first knew something was off kilter because when I walked into my kitchen, Terry Pratchett was sitting there drinking a mug of tea. The dragon under the stove was also a give away, but famous authors, even dead ones, are not often found in my kitchen (contrary to what you’ve heard about my baking). He was reading something, and to my absolute horror I realized it was one of my manuscripts. I started to stutter and sat down in front of him, and because I am British offered him a slice of cake to go with his tea, so I might slide my work out from under his fingers. Not to be distracted by the prospect of a Victoria Sponge however, Terry looked up at me and said
“It’s a shame really, I was rather enjoying it until the words just stopped…why did you stop? Did you lose your words too?”
At which point I rocketed upright in bed and tried to rationalize why Terry Pratchett would be in my dream and giving me a mild telling off for not writing anything…and then because it was Terry and I miss him, had a bit of a cry and went back to sleep.
Which was when I “woke up” in my bed because I was being prodded in the side. Assuming it was my husband trying to wake me I rolled over and told him to go away, at which point the voice of Robin Williams bounced around the room at full volume as he yelled, “Rise and shine funny-girl, it’s time to climb the walls!”
Ah yes, thought I, I am still asleep and dreaming…or I am in a coma and someone is playing Robin Williams to try and wake me up…which was the point when I heard Terry Pratchett ask, “Is she up yet?”
“Tip her out the bed.”
So because Terry Pratchett told him to, Robin Williams tipped me out of my dream bed, and laughed at me when I swore.
“Ach aye, there’s your accent lassie, none of that Amerrrrrican inflection, eh? Just had to get you good and mad.” said Mr Williams, in his own Scottish imitation, hauling me upright and carrying me over his shoulder out the door while I squawked and flailed at the indignity of it all.
The next few images where a blur of motion and sound, but after that we were in a castle which I recognized to be one of my own ideas. My own characters stood stock still like cutout cardboard mannequins, frozen in time, the last action I had written them into.
Terry was walking between them, pausing every now and then to peer at them through his spectacles like they were an exhibit in a wax museum and giving a little nod every so often, like he had just seen the eyelashes in the wax and was mildly impressed.
Robin at this point, had his arm around my shoulders and was giving me the grand tour of my own work, yelling out jokes about my characters and making me laugh at them.
“And here we have underdeveloped character number three! Half baked and still gooey at the center, it’s salmonella for everybody but at least it tastes good!”
When I looked round again, Terry was sitting at the foot of the dais to the empty throne, sheets of paper between his hands again as he read from the script.
“It says here “exeunt pursued by man in bear suit”…” he said.
“I thought it was funny…” I replied sheepishly…looking at the world which had sparkled mere moments before and watching the color seep away until it was turning grey and cold at the edges… “I thought…well it doesn’t matter. I scrapped it.”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you lose your words?”
“Then why aren’t you writing?”
“I don’t…”—by now the world was starting to fall apart and crumble to dust, falling upwards into the pitch black sky as though it was being pulled away by a black hole.
Robin came in front of me then, placing both giant hands on my shoulders and leaning in until we were butting heads.
“I know it’s hard,” he said, smiling right into my soul, “I know it’s hard when all you want to do it stop. And sometimes you have to, sometimes you can’t chase the demons out. But what you can do, and no one ever tells you this, funny-girl, what you can do…is make ‘em laugh. You can’t burn ‘em out, you can’t chase ‘em out, and you can’t leave without them because it’s your head, but you can make ‘em laugh. You can shake hands with the devil and make him laugh. The world is your clam chowder, and if you’re really lucky, you’ll still find the pearl. Does that make sense? No? Good, nothing makes sense, nothing in this whole existence we like to pretend is reality makes sense, nothing but doing your best and trying to make yourself happy, and if you can’t do that do it for others. You can, you know you can…otherwise your mother wouldn’t be so angry when you tell jokes and there wouldn’t be a man over there dressed in a bear suit waiting to follow us out.”
Laughing and crying, I looked over to where he had pointed, and there was indeed a man in a bear suit. He waved, and I waved back.
By now the world had dissolved, the walls melting away until only the cut out people remained, illuminated by starlight where previously there had only been black. I turned round when I felt a hand on my shoulder and found Terry standing behind me, his eyes crinkling up under bushy eyebrows as he smiled, handing me back my manuscript.
“I have to go now,” he said, “we both do, because this isn’t real and you’re dreaming. But I’ll have that cake before I go.”
So the three of us turned together to walk out over the stars, pursued by a man in a bear suit.
I woke up sometime before four am, with a heavy ache in my throat, feeling rung out and completely exhausted, but ultimately feeling as though somehow everything is going to be okay. I’ve got walls to paint and chores to do, but later on I’m going to bake a cake and then I’m going to write. And I’m keeping the bear suit joke.
with all that’s been happening i just want to remind that now more than ever it’s important to show appreciation and support not only to donghyuck himself, but to the fansites who have expressed that they will continue to stand behind him. some haven’t voiced their opinion yet, others are generally inactive, so below i have listed the few that have explicitly said that they will support him despite the rumors and the hate he’s been receiving.
feel free to add to this list if any other fansites happen to say anything regarding this matter or if i forgot anything!
And then it happened, she came - my muse, the love of my life, my partner in crime. I fell stupid, crazy madly in love with her. My wife gave me three beautiful feral kids - zozo bear, lola bear, my lovey and the wolf and with them my dream finally came true I’m a father, I found my place, my home.
say Yoongi gets up in the middle of the night cause he randomly got an idea for a song so he goes out to the living room to work on it. And his girl comes waddling out wearing his shirt and some cute frilly panties rubbing her eyes and whining like “Teddy~” and he’s all like “Teddy wtf” and she’s like “Cause you’re my teddy bear~ And I can’t sleep without my teddy bear~“
In the middle of the dream you weren’t having something started to wake you up. You felt the bed shift but just assumed that your boyfriend had turned over in his sleep. You reach out to hold him closer but your arm lands on the empty bedside next to you. Your eyes start to open and of course, Yoongi’s missing. As you sit up you take notice of the bright light coming from the living room peaking out from the cracked bedroom door. When you open it you find him sitting on the couch with his laptop, typing away. Your steps cause him to look up at you.
“Teddy…” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes in front of him.
He tilts his head in confusion. He’s almost distracted by your cute attire but he tried to stay focused as he hears what you called him. Yoongi just assumed you were still half awake.
“Y/N maybe you should go back to bed-”
“No. I’m not sleeping if you aren’t. I need my teddy bear to sleep next to me.”
Yoongi’s face flushes with a pink undertone when he realizes your new nickname for him.
“I wasn’t trying to wake you up. I just got an idea so I came out here to work.”
You reached your hand out to him.
“You can do it in our room…I just want you to be next to me.”
He nods, standing up with the laptop in one hand and using the other to hold yours as you lead him into the bedroom. He crawls back into bed, resting his back on the headboard with the laptop now in his lap. You got in next to him and rested your head next to him. Unable to fall asleep again you watched him type the words onto the document. You squinted since the screen was so bright but the more you read the words you started to notice something familiar.
“….Is this song….about us?”
He shyly smiles. “It’s noticeable, huh?”
“I mean, to me it is but shouldn’t you write about something related to your fans or youth experiences?”
Yoongi shrugged. “I only write about things that are important to me and right now you’re the most important thing to me.”
You grew quiet.
“What is it?” He asked.
You reach for him once more. “I want to kiss you but i’m too tired to sit up again.”
“Now you sound like me.” He laughed, leaning down to give you a light kiss.
“Please try to go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up..”
You smiled. “I will but you better not think of leaving this bed again.”
“I won’t.” He said. focusing back on his writing.
He let out another tired chuckle. “Yes, I promise.”
He continues to keep writing down all of his ideas, email them to Namjoon as well as the other lyricists at BigHit, and shuts down his laptop to set it down next to the bed. He tries to get comfortable in the bed, seeing you already fast asleep. Yoongi’s hand comes out to rest on your face, moving his thumb gently on your cheek. You winced, causing him to freeze. He was afraid he woke you up again but you just continued to lightly snore. He lets out a sigh of relief and kisses your forehead. He can finally rest for the night knowing your slight neediness for him that he found so adorable. He hoped you’d never get tired of being next to him because he planned to be there for quite a while.
lmao i guess i’m going off today but i’m filled with so much mom rage rn im
1) jaemin has had this herniated disc problem since trainee days???? wtf??? a problem that should apparently take a few months at most to recover from so obviously he wasn’t resting and recuperating properly??? and yet they chose to debut him while he was injured?? and you’d think that would make them be extra careful with jaemin so who in the good fuck thought it was ok to let this kid be out there doing spinning handstands on a damn hoverboard……oh his condition got worse sm?? WELL GOLLY GEE
2) these mark and jeno sasaengs…….lord help me y'all……i mean we know sasaengs are gross and awful but seriously, how many levels of fucked up do you have to be to stalk and harass MINORS jesus fuck…..waiting for them at their dorm and at their school and following them?? making them feel unsafe in the very places they’re supposed to be safe in??? these are CHILDREN i am so livid and disgusted,,,,not to mention how deeply disturbing it is that these sasaengs hate the other members for simply trying to protect them,,,,,i really can’t i’m so ready to fight……i just want to protect these kids