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titles for all 2b episodes are out and of course, I had to go in too deep and now you’re getting my ramble. I don’t know if any of this might be true, but here you go.

Titles + spoilers we’ve got so far = this:

SOME BIG SPOILERS AHEAD

• 2x11 Mea Maxima Culpa- easy one. Jace’s gonna blame himself for events from 2x10
• 2x12 You’re Not Your Own - I have this feeling it might be mostly about Izzy or Alec. Remember - in 2x12 we’re getting “Alec being so sweet with Magnus”. AND I believe a brief Sizzy scene?
• 2x13 Those of Demon Blood - Downworld uprising!
• 2x14 The Fair Folk - Seelie Court, Seelie Queen etc.
• 2x15 A Problem of Memory - well, first idea I’ve got was Magnus sharing his past with Alec and I really don’t know what else could it be. I think there were spoilers about Alec and Seelie Court, so maybe something there happens that makes Alec ask about Magnus’ past? + most likely Magnus dancing.
• 2x16 Day of Atonement - I have no idea. All I know is we’re getting Idris scenes.
• 2x17 A Dark Reflection - Sebastian revealing who he really is? Like, Sebastian is Jace’s dark reflection, right?
• 2x18 Arise, Awake or Be Forever Fallen- the title comes from a poem “Paradise Lost” which is about things such as the fall of lucifer. This might be about fallen angels in overall. An introduction of Lilith perhaps? Asmodeus?
• 2x19 Hail and Farewell - “Hail and Farewell, my brother.” - this is what Sebastian said in the City of Glass right before he stabbed Jace, so…. Shadowhunters also use it [Ave Atque Vale] as a goodbye to warriors fallen on a battlefield. Or funerals overall. Wouldn’t be surprised if Max actually died + “Hail and Farewell” is a title of chapter in CoG where Clary creates Alliance Rune and I really want this to happen tbh. Like, imagine - even more badass battle!Malec.
• 2x20 Beside Still Water - Still water as in a lake = Lake Lyn = Mortal Mirror/Glass

Maybe at least one thing from there is true, lol. Feel free to add your own ideas

TATTOO STYLES

Tattoos are an art form. And to me, art is creativity. So no list will ever be complete, until there will be someone out there working on something new. But this (a rewriting of an old piece I wrote for ET on tumblr) can help to know a little bit more about modern tattoo styles. Take your time to understand the differencies, go through the names in the list, find your style. A good tattoo lasts forever, and knowledge is the roots of a good choice.

Old School/Traditional: Is usually referred to American classic tattooing. Artists like Amund Dietzel, Sailor Jerry, Herbert Hoffman or Bert Grimm, from the firtst decades of 1900, are the names to start from if you want to know its roots, Classical subjects (anchors, ships, roses, daggers, eagles, horses etc.), simple designs, bold lines and  basic color palettes. Traditional tattooing is definitely more than a trend, with its own philosophy and unwritten rules.

Tony Nilsson, Cassandra Frances, Samuele Briganti, Paul Dobleman, Paul Fulton, Florian Santus, Moira Ramone (pics: Moira Ramone, Paul Fulton, Mauro Quaresima)

There is also a different kind of traditional, widly diffused, enough to be considered a style, that people keep considering part of traditional or neo traditional. It keeps bold lines, and part of the classic imaginery, mixed with weird, modern, surreal, pop stuff. No limits for color palettes, no rules. Tradition meets creativity, one of the personal favourites.

El Carlo, Ron Wells, Luca Font, Pietro Sedda, Ray Wallace, Dane Mancini, Laura Yahna, Ibi Rothe, Deno Jr (pics: Ray Wallace, El Carlo, Laura Yahna, Dane Mancini)

Japanese: Originally called Irezumi, its roots runs deep in the history of its country. Its meaning in Japanese culture changed through the centuries, from tebori (tattooing by hand) to Yobori (tattooing by machine), to became part of the classic Japanese imaginaery, as we know it. Not every asian themed tattoo (common subjects like dragons, yokai demons, tigers, hannya masks and so on) is japanese style. Everything from colors to placement, to the shapes of the untattooed areas has its rules. As any other ancient styles, of course, you can find its modern, contaminated, version too (Gakkin or Wendy Pham’s works are a good example).  

Shige, Pino Cafaro, Caio Pinero, Bill Canales, Gotch, Rodrigo Souto, Yutaro (Bill Canales, Pino Cafaro, R. Souto, Shigenori Ywasaki)

Modern tribal and ornamental: usually referred to a mix of geometrical shapes, patterns, mandalas, asian motives, and Maori influences.

Guy le tatooer, Thomas Hooper, Marco Galdo, Chaim Machlev, Little Swastika (Guy, C. Machlev, T. Hooper)

Realism: From portraits, to a custom piece, to the perfect reproduction of a picture/painting. Realistic tattoos is one of the most spectacular styles in tattooing. No black outline, and lifelike shades, black and grey or colors. It easily mixes with different styles, like with Simone Pfaff or Andrey Lukovnikov, where realism is just a technical part of their own style.

Robert Hernandez, Chris Gherman, Alex De Pase, Scrappy Uno, Sandra Daukshta, Lippo, Sam Stokes (Lippo, A. Acosta, S. Daukshta)

Biomechanical: A trend in the late 90’, basically made of mechanical parts that looks like fused with the flesh. Organic and unorganic elements are realistically drawn, to create the illusion to be carved in the onwer’s body.

Don McDonald, Carson Hill, Guy Hatchinson (who creates bio organic style) (itp: Carson Hill, Don McDonald, Guy Atchinson)

New School/Cartoonish: Fantasy, big eyes subjects, rounded shapes, bright colors, crazy proportions and prospectives. Another style that was more popular in the 90’, now is often fused with different styles, specially with neo traditional.

Kati Berinkey (she fuses new school and sketchy/illustrative styles for her designs), Adam Hawtorne (another one with his own distintcive illustrative style), David Tevenal, Nathan Evans (mixing neo trad e new school) (A. Hawtorne, A. H., David Tevenal)

Neo Traditional: Illustrative like tattoos, where classical subjects like women, crows, snakes, triangles, wolves etc. (from the classic old school imaginery), are drawn with bright colors, and realistical shading, in a aperfect mix between traditional and realism.

Emily Rose, Dusty Neal, Lu’s Lips, Christophe Bonardi, Debora Cherrys, Rodrigo Kalaka El Uf, Jack Goks Pearce. (E. R. Murray, R. Kalaka, Teresa Sharpe, Lu’s Lips)

Lettering: Text tattoos are usually a bad idea, unless they are done in the proper style, and from a specialized artist.

Norm Will Rise, Justin Wilson, Big Meas (N. W. R., J. Wilson, Big Meas)

Chicano: the word “Chicano”, referred to American citizen of Mexican origin, ceased to be a slur in the 60’, while the style itself was born a couple decades before. Common subjects are wemen, skulls, roses, and religious icons, usually in black and gray.

Boog, Macko (Macko, Boog)

These are the most common, radicated, worldly reconized style. But is just a partial view of what the contemporary tattoo scene can offer. In the last 15 years, more and more styles are born. Some of them still don’t even have a name, some have more than one. Some of them will became classic and some are just a trend.

Fun fact: wikipidia’s italian “tattoo” page have “genital” listed as one of the most common styles.

Watercolors: The colors are spread to simulate watercolors. Often mixed with other styles. People keeps debating about how watercolor tattoos will age. Only time will tell.

Klaim, Amanda Wachob, Niko Inko (A. Wachob, G. Smash, Klaim)

Photoshop: the names probably comes from a folder where the artist Xoil (still one of the best in this style) used to store his works’ pics.

If you have ever used PS, you know what I’m talking about. PS style is basically a collage of different images and techniques, from watercolor to dotwork to lettering.

Xoil, Niko Inko, Voller Kontrast, Little Swastika, Jef Palumbo, Arlin ffrench (J. Palumbo, Xoil)

Illustrative Geometrical style: geometrical elements are common in modern tattoo designs, but some artists  generated a new trend, mixing illustrative elements, modern tribal patterns, and geometrical lines.

Maxime Buchi, Daniel Meyer, Valentin Hirsch, Kamil Czapiga  (C. Machlev, D. Meyer, Maxime Buchi) 

Illustrative, sketchy: The artist draw on skin all the lines that usually are ereased in a finished design, to create the illusion of a pencil sketch.

Lea Nahon, Sam Rulz, Nomi Chi, Sven Groenvald (Lea Nahon, S. Groenvald, Nomi Chi)

3D: Again, not exactly a style.  The artist uses realistic shading, shadows and prospectives to give the illusion of depth.

Russ Abbott, Jesse Rix (itp: Jesse Rix, Russ Abbott)

Engraving: on a thin line between illustrative, sketchy, and traditional tattoos, engraving uses black lines to simulate ancient wood engraving techniques, taking inspiration from medieval like illustration.

Sam Rulz, Maxime Buchi, Andrei Svetov (A. SV, Sam Rulz)

Next style has no name yet, and it’s slightly less diffused.. But I like it, so it’s in the list. ;) Tipical traditional pieces but coloured with flat colors, almost no shades, and twisted, experimental, original designs. 

Adrian Edek, Sany Kim, Aivaras Lee, Patryk Hilton

Girly: It’s a definition I hate, cause I’m convinced there is no room for sex differencies in art. I’m a big bearded boy and still I would proudly wear a Jody Dawber or Cassandra Frances’ piece. Still, this is how people call it. Bold lines and flat shading are mixed with bright colors like pink, yellow, light blue, that perfectly fits the “cuteness” of the subjects, often inspired from pop culture and cartoon characters.

Jody Dawber (basically a traditional artist), Alex Strangler, Sasha Mezoghlian (A. Strangler, J. Dawber, S. Mezoghlian)

The last style of this list have no name yet, but it’s still worth to be considered cause of it’s diffusion and people response to it. Basically the artists recreates a simpler, geometrical, version of the subjects, with no black outline, and a watercolor effect.

Sasha Unisex, Marius Trubisz, Marcin Surowiec, David Cote (M. Surowiec, Sasha Unisex)

because no one asked:

zack: gay, romances gil

katie: bi, romances suvi

nathan: bi, romances vetra

luca: gay, romances reyes

diego: ace/panromantic, romances gil

sara: bi, romances liam

valen: demi, romances peebee

niall: gay, romances jaal

Happy you’re here (1/?)

Summary: You didn’t actually know who you were, rescued from H.Y.D.R.A, you suffered Dissociative Amnesia. The Avangers helped you, now was time for you to help Bucky.   

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,315

Warnings: Cursing, slight fluff

A/N: *whispers* I’m scared. WELL, this is my first () X reader fic. And i’m really scared of posting it, and scared that my english writing is terrible (it is though), since my natural language isn’t english, but oh well. 

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Originally posted by badults

The white lights were just too bright for you not to groan in discomfort, where were you, anyway?

“Y/N?” A soft voice called, it seemed to be far away, you just wanted to put the pillow in your face and sleep a little more, but since your mouth was dry and the voice continued to repeat the same name, you couldn’t

Slowly, you opened your eyes, just to find yourself somewhere unknown, making you go from a “shut the fuck up and let me sleep” to a full “I drank four expressos and ate three chocolate bars”

“Y/N, this is doctor Bruce Banner. You are safe now” The man said, trying to keep you down in the bed, since you tried to jump off

“W-Where am I?” You whispered, looking around with fear, you just had this weird feeling of lost, as if you didn’t know who you were.

And actually, you didn’t.

“Y/N? I-is that my name?” Bruce sigh, looking at something in the corner of the room

“Do you remember what hapened?” You frowned your brows, trying to remember anything, but there were only weird bright flashes in your mind, making your head start to ache.

“No?” Bruce studied you for a moment, caution and a slight fear trespassing his eyes

“Nothing at all?” You nodded with your head, following his gaze to a tall, blonde men next to the door “Dissociative Amnesia, Steve.” You tilted your head when the handsome men looked to be in deep pain, when you were about to ask what he meant, Bruce explained “It causes you to forget traumatic experiences.”

“So, my whole life was traumatic?” You joked with a smile, making both men blink a few times, as if they had never see you smile before

“Y/N, we can treat this amnesia easily with the help of Vision, if you want to” Steve said, tensing his shoulders with the thought of you remembering what you had suffered

“Is he a machine or a psychologist?”

“A little bit of both, actually.” Bruce answered, making you turn your attention to him

“I don’t think I want. I mean, if I suffered so much that my mind found a way to lock it up, why would I want to open it?” You didn’t know why, but you felt like you could trust them. “Do I have family to remember?”

Steve stared at you for a few seconds before denying with his head, making you raise your shoulders in a complacent way before looking at your hands, seeing lots of scars and burns in them. You followed the path, seeing that your arms had it too.

“Yup, whatever I went through… I don’t wanna know.”


Years had passed from the day you woke up in that bed, you were an Avenger and all of those stupid idiots were your family, you saved them, they saved you.

“You know that you look like a puppy following it’s owner, don’t you, Speedy?” Tony mocked as you entered the tower’s kitchen, looking for something to eat


“You know that you look like a jealous old man, don’t you, Stark?” Your laugh echoed in the fridge, you knew about Pietro’s feelings towards you, since he wouldn’t do much to hide it. Well, how could he? You brought him back to life, after all.

“We know that the two of you are in deep love with Y/N, but let her breathe, please” Clint said chuckling, entering the place with Wanda by his side.

You couldn’t help but blush with the sentence, making Wanda smile gently while coming closer to you and giving a little kiss in your cheek

“We all love Y/N, Clint.” She said, watching you bite an apple, since you had been distracted and forgot what exactly you were searching

“What are you doing in the tower, Robin Hood?” You asked with a smile, ignoring Pietro poking you for attention. Well, you had many abilities and fortunately, patience was one of them.

“I actually came to talk to you.” You raised a brow, curiosity filling your eyes, maybe Steve send him to tell you about a mission, but it was far from that. “Steve wants to talk to you, something about your past”

Wanda looked away, remembering the first time she touched you. She saw everything you passed, everything you had to do, every torture and person you had to see.

She truly loved you. Not in a romantic way, she loved you as a big sister. And so did you act as one;

Even the others agents, when they were asking her about you, they would refer as “How’s your big sister?” She would even risk call you “big sis or sora mea mai mare”. You would call her with no shame “sora mea cea mica”. You did indeed see her as your little sister, and that made her happy.

“Uh, how many times do I have to tell him that I’m not remembering anything and nether I want to?” You rolled your eyes while giving a little slap in Pietro’s hand, since it started to low down to your butt cheeks to call your attention. “It’s been years. Literally

“We know that, but it looks like he really need to talk to you about it, and looks like H.Y.D.R.A is involved, Steve needs you help with something.”

“Argh, fine.” The apple you threw over your shoulder was now in Pietro’s hand

“For fuck’s sake, are you going to put that in your altar?” You heard Tony say as you walked out of the kitchen

soră mai mică” You called, seeing Wanda raise her head to you, she was going to the other side of the corridor “Won’t you come?”

“Sorry, Y/N, I’m not feeling really good.” You agreed with your head and gave a gentle kiss in her forehead

“That old captain.” You murmured “Get some rest, yes?” She gave a slight smile to you and Clinton before nodding her head.

Following Hawkeye to the floor that Steve was, you started to sing some song you had heard on the radio that morning, it was your voice that announced to both men that you were standing outside

You heard a nervous “come in” and so you did, stopping your loud voice when you saw another men in the room, your eyes glanced at a laughing Clinton. It didn’t take long for you to smack his shoulder while feeling your cheeks go red

“You let me show to someone new my cat killing voice!”

“It’s not that bad…” Bucky said, smiling when he saw that you didn’t look at him the way everyone did. With fear, caution, as if he was a weird and unstable thing. No, you looked at him with curiosity. As if you wanted to know and understand him.

You were curious, not by his metal arm. But by his sad, intrigant blue eyes.

“Look, pal, if you’re new here, you should know that sarcasm is not a good way to talk with me” You joked, for Steve’s surprise. He was expecting you to remember what you had passed, since Bucky might remember you of H.Y.D.R.A, the place you suffered and that you were rescued from.  

“She has the point, Y/N never knows how to differentiate when you’re being sarcastic or not.”

“Oh, shut up, Legolas. I’m Y/N, and you are…?”

“He is James Bucha-”

“Jack Sparrow, I didn’t ask you.” You cutted Steve’s speech, making his friend and Clinton chuckle

“Bucky” He said shortly, with a small grin in his face

“Ok, ButterCup, you are the official High Catcher for now on.” Steve chuckled, happy that they had you there to make things easier for Bucky to adjust to his new home.

“I thought I was the “Official High Catcher”.”

“You were, but I had already seen too much of your butt and abs when you get the cookies for me. I need a new image, y’a know”

Clinton and Steve laughed loudly when you finished your sentence, but Bucky didn’t, since he didn’t understand a thing.

“What is a High Catcher?”

“It’s someone to grad the high food for me” You smiled kindly at him, making Bucky lose his breath for a moment.

He noticed that you had a few scars on your neck, but he couldn’t see all of them, since you were wearing you usual long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

“Well, why did you call me here, Steve?” You finally asked while Clinton went to one of the chairs, but you knew you wouldn’t last long there.

“We can talk about that later. But for now, would you mind showing the tower to Bucky? Bruce we’ll be coming and I need to discuss something with him.”

“Not at all, hop up, Buckbeak” Bucky continued on the same place while you were already leaving

“She’s talking to you, Bucky.” You laughed at the door at his confused face “Y/N?”

“What?”

“Don’t scare him, please”

“I can’t promise that, Steve.” He sighed as Bucky went to your side and the both of you left.

“Don’t worry, I think she wouldn’t remember even if she wanted to.” Clinton tried to calm his friend, but himself was worried about you. It was impossible to someone not be taken by your personality; all of them cared and loved you in their own ways

“What is a Buckbeak?” He asked a few moments later, watching you turn your shocked face at him

No. Shit.” You gasped, don’t believing that he didn’t know who was Buckbeak, the Harry Potter Hippogriff. “Where did you leave, under a rock?!”

When Bucky opened his mouth, ready to tell you his life story – which was a surprise to him, since he struggled even to talk with Steve about it -, something fast passed by them, being followed by a Tony’s scream

“You little brat! Oh, hey, Sweetie, Soldier.”

“Robocop.” You saluted with a mocking tone

“You already used that, Y/A.” Bucky couldn’t help but be amazed by your laugh

“Well, there are not loads of fictional men wearing iron armors out there, Tony.”

“Are you tired, Old man?” Pietro appeared at your side, making Bucky turn defensive automatically.

“It’s okay, Buttercup, he’s just a prick.” Pietro laughed at the nickname

“Why did you nicknamed Bucky, Buttercup?” Tony asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, controlling a laugh when he saw Bucky giving him a glance that could froze even hell

Buttercup. And also, it suits him, don’t it? I’m pretty sure that I’ll also start to call Steve ‘Blubbles’. But who will be Blossom?”

“You.” Pietro tried to hug you from your waist; you gave him a slap in the hands, hearing him moan slightly

“Nah, she’s boring. Well, I got to show the tower to him. C’mon Buttercup.”

“Doll, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You smiled because of the nickname, checking him out with your critics, malicious eyes

“Good, you understand that I only work with nicknames” You said, causing him to chuckle “But serious, believe it or not, I got like, seventeen nicknames to call Steve”

He stopped in the middle of the hall with the trigger word, Bucky locked his jaw, closing his eyes to try to find himself, he was breathing deeply when you placed your palm in his forehead, as to feel his heat, as if he had a fever

That gentle touch suddenly woke him up, for a small moment, he felt like he had no control of his metal arm and you moaned in slight pain when his fingers closed tight around your wrist.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N” Bucky let go of you, stepping away, thinking that you might need some space to recover and to not be scared

“What happened to “Doll”? I prefer Doll, nobody calls me that.” You said right away, as if that had never happened, you grabbed his flesh arm – carefully, that time -, and pulled him to continue to follow you “It’s okay, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have touched you when you were still trying to found yourself. Pardon, Buck.”

He felt a warm and cozy cloud pass through his body with your whisper. Maybe was the way that you understood him, or maybe how you said his name for the first time, he wasn’t able to tell. But you had already gained him.

“Where are you from, Doll?” He asked, trying to recover when you stopped pulling him by his arm, you glanced at him, feeling a little bit ashamed and uncomfortable. You were afraid to think about that and know it;

“I don’t know. I also don’t know my birthday, my last name, how old I am… I don’t know.” Bucky frowned his brows in confusion, scared that you went through the same thing as he

“Were you brainwashed?” He asked carefully, smiling when you laughed, pressing the button of the elevator

“Nop. Bruce calls it “Dissociative Amnesia”. Apparently, my life was so traumatic that I found a way to forget it. Steve and Bruce are always scared that I end up remembering what I passed, even thou I don’t want to.”

“I understand you.” His blue eyes seemed so intense that you looked away, stucking a piece of your hair behind your ear

“And you, grumpy cat? Where are you from?” His response came immediately

“Shelbyville, Indiana.” You checked him again from the other side of the elevator

“You knew Steve before he turn into Captain America, didn’t you? Ei, don’t look at me so surprised, I’m an agent too, you know.” He was shocked by your quick observation “I also noticed that everyone here knows you, but I don’t. Was I at sleep when you first appeared?” You tried to make a joke when seeing that his posture was tense and that something on his eyes made him look a little sad, you didn’t like that.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, anyways. Come, Buttercup. Blubbles will kill me if I don’t show you around.”

[LYRICS] Agust D by Agust D

Korean

they call me new thang 신병 왔다 짐을 받어
whole world, concert 꽤 먹히는 Asiana Asia
you could be my new thang 근무태만 형들 과는 달러
유명인의 하극상 damn 쎈 놈만 덤벼

어떤 이는 내가 이 자릴 쉽게 앉았다고 해
fuck you 난 성공과 거리가 먼 형들 사이 눈엣가시네
솔직히 싸이하누월 쪽팔려 이제 일년에 50만장 팔어
k-pop 이란 카테고리 날 담기에는 사이즈가 달러 whoo

그래 앞서 가고 싶다면 first class 예약해봐
my seat is business 넌 이코노미 평생 내 뒤지 kissing my ass
다음 목표는 빌보드
brazil to new york 꽤 쉴 틈 없는 내 passport

A to the G to the U to the STD
i’m d boy because i’m from D
난 미친놈 비트 위의 루나틱
랩으로 홍콩을 보내는 my tongue technology

A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
홍콩을 보내는 my tongue technology

난 베끼는 걸 베끼는 놈을 잡아다가 후배든 선배든 제끼는 놈
놈팽이든 내가 wack 이든 fack 이든 역사를 바닥에 새기는 놈
또 재미도 없는 랩퍼들 사이에서 늘 남들보다 더 챙기는 몫
잘나가는 덕에 밥그릇 뺏길 형들의 시기 질투 덕에 생기는 소음

hey ho 난 좆도 상관 안 해 니가 개 삽질할 때
간단하게 니가 판 무덤에 널 생매장하네
hey ho 너넨 나 감당 안 돼
약질하는 다수의 랩퍼들 내가 아이돌이란 것에 감사하길

cause i’m busy i’m busy 24/7 쉬긴 뭘 쉬니
이미 시길 놓친 이 끼리 끼리 놀아주길 시기와 치기만 남은
자들의 곡성 뭣이 중헌지를 몰라
paris to new york damn 쉴 틈 없는 내 스케줄

A to the G to the U to the STD
i’m d boy because i’m from D
난 미친놈 비트 위의 루나틱
랩으로 홍콩을 보내는 my tongue technology

A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
홍콩을 보내는 my tongue technology

i’m sorry 진심이야 미안해
니 밥그릇 뺏은 게 나라서 나 미안해 boy
i’m sorry 분노는 지양해
유일한 자산 건강 잃으면 니 엄마 속상하셔

i’m sorry 직업을 전향해
삽질하는 게 예삿 폼이 아냐 전향해 boy
i’m sorry 진심야 미안해
니 랩퍼가 나 보다 못하는 것에 대해

A to the G to the U to the STD
i’m d boy because i’m from D
난 미친놈 비트위의 루나틱
랩으로 홍콩을 보내는 my tongue technology

A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
홍콩을 보내는 my tongue technology

A to the G to the U to the STD
i’m d boy because i’m from D
난 미친놈 비트 위의 루나틱
랩으로 홍콩을 보내는 my tongue technology

A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
홍콩을 보내는 my tongue technology

English

They call me new thang, a new recruit has arrived, take my load
Whole world, concert, Asiana Asia is being well in business
You could be my new thang, different from those hyungs who fail their duties
A celebrity’s mutiny damn, only those who are strong should take on me

Some say I earnt this placing without much effort
Fuck you, I’m a nuisance to those hyungs who are far from success
Honestly, ‘I Don’t Care’ embarrasses me, we be sellin’ 500 thousand (albums) a year now*
The category K-Pop is just too small for a size to fit me, whoo

Alright if you wanna surpass me, try booking first class
My seat is business you’re economy forever behind me kissing my ass
Next target is the Billboards
Brazil to New York, my passport certainly has no time to rest

A to the G to the U to the STD
I’m d boy because I’m from D
I’m a crazy bloke, a lunatic on top of the beat
My rap will send you to Hong Kong with my tongue technology

A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
Send you to Hong Kong with my tongue technology

I catch all those who copy the copiers whether their underclassmen or upperclassmen
Whether I’m a lazyass a wack or a fack I inscribe history onto the ground
And I collect a higher share among the funless rappers
Thanks to my popularity the hyungs who’ll soon lose their positions because of me makes noise because of jealousy

Hey ho I don’t give a fuck when you shovel me**
I’ll simply bury you alive in the grave you’ve shoveled for me
Hey ho you guys aren’t capable of taking on me
A big number of shrewd rappers should be thankful that I am an idol.

Cause I’m busy I’m busy 24/7 rest what do you mean rest
Those who’ve already missed the timing are playing by themselves only left with jealousy and rage to shout out
They don’t know what’s at stake
Paris to new york damn my schedule has no breaks

A to the G to the U to the STD
I’m d boy because I’m from D
I’m a crazy bloke, a lunatic on top of the beat
My rap will send you to Hong Kong with my tongue technology

A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
Send you to Hong Kong with my tongue technology

I’m sorry I mean it I’m sorry
I’m sorry boy that I was the one who took your position
I’m sorry avoid anger
Your mom will be upset when you lose your health which is your only asset

I’m sorry you should change your profession
Your shoveling looks quite impressive so change it boy
I’m sorry I mean it I’m sorry
That your rapper is not as good as me

A to the G to the U to the STD
I’m d boy because I’m from D
I’m a crazy bloke, a lunatic on top of the beat
My rap will send you to Hong Kong with my tongue technology

A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
Send you to Hong Kong with my tongue technology

A to the G to the U to the STD
I’m d boy because I’m from D
I’m a crazy bloke, a lunatic on top of the beat
My rap will send you to Hong Kong with my tongue technology

A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
A to the G to the U to the STD
Send you to Hong Kong with my tongue technology

(T/N: * ‘I Don’t Care’ is a pre-debut mixtape released by Suga, which                            mentions selling 30 thousand of their debut single ‘2 Cool 4 Skool’.
          ** 삽질 means shoveling but also picking/insulting.)

Trans cr; Mary, Vicky & Hyeeun @ bts-trans
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4

Guess what? More quick doodles with Eight, Charley, and C’rizz.

Salva Mea (Faithless) really fits C'rizz in my opinion (seriously, look at the lyrics). His pose mirrors the one on Faithless’ album, by the way.

The text in French next to Eight and Charley reading books together says: “Yeah ok I’ve drawn this two times already. But I can’t help it, I HAVE TO draw Eight and Charley reading books and having zero personal space. This is extremely important ok.”

Thor: Banishment (Part II of III)

Y/ N’s POV

I closed my eyes briefly hearing upon hearing my name leave his lips. “Let go.” I said trying my best to keep my emotions out of it. “Thor let go.” I repeated as he only gripped me tighter.

“You’re alive…” He says in a broken voice.

“Yes.”

“I-“

“Are you going to let me go?” I ask noticing the pain in his eyes.

“I thought you dead.” He says moving away from me as if I burned him. He stepped back towards me pulling a knife from his sheath. “It would be better if you actually were.” He says before stabbing me through the heart.

I woke up drenched in sweat reliving my encounter with Thor with my own twisted ending.. Even in all of the battles and friends we lost together I had never seen that much pain etched into his beautiful features. I rolled over to my other side so I could fall asleep again. The pain alone I could have handled I suppose it was the look of betrayal that angered me. He was the one who got me banished for not accepting responsibility for his or his brother’s actions.

“Fuck it.” I mumbled crawling out of bed. I was definitely not going to get anymore sleep. Every night for the last week I dreamed about seeing him again and was filled with guilt. Now I was beyond with feeling guilty. All I could feel now is anger, at him, at Odin and me. I rolled out of bed and stood I really wished he had not have seen me again.

I quickly stripped off my sweaty night shirt and walked towards my dresser pulling out a sports bra shorts. I needed to work out or I was going to drive myself crazy thinking of my dream. I quickly dressed myself and headed towards my front door. I grabbed my socks and shoes and slipped them on. I retrieved my headphones, phone arm ban and phone from my couch before leaving my apartment.

As I left the building I hooked my arm band with around my bicep and placed my phone in the holder. As I got out to the road I broke into a run and after a few minutes I found soothing rhythm in the noise of my footfall against the concrete and my music. I felt my stress and pain slowly seep out of my body as I exercised. How could he never come looking? I know I thought before seeing him that it was probably better but now that I saw him again I can’t help but think it was not.

I walked into my New York apartment to be meet with the sight of Odin standing there studying my human life.

I glared at him banishment meant I did not owe him anything. “What do you want?” I asked as I toss down my bag down behind my couch followed by my keys.

“Your sentence has been lifted you are free to return.” He says as he studies my room.

“To return to what exactly?” I asked not caring. What was I to return to? I mean Thor was probably married, my friends were out conquering realms and I was left here to rot.

“Your friends.” Odin says turning to look at me. “You look…”

“Human? Mortal?” I say laughing bitterly. “To be a wolf among sheep you must blend in.” I said knowing Odin would not understand the joke.

Odin smiles. “If this is where you want to be you can stay. The door is always open for your return. Heimdall!” Odin said before turning to look up.

“Wait!” I called out needing an answer to sway my decisions. “Did he ever look for me?” I asked just needing that.

“You come back and you sh-“

“Answer me.” I said with more authority than I thought was possible.

Odin gives me a sad smile. “No Thor never asked or went looking. Eve-”

I nodded at my answer. “That was all. Thank you for lifting my sentence Allfather.” I say nodding at him to leave me.

I ran faster as the memory of my conversation with Odin ran over me. He had not right to be mad when he had not even tried to come look for me. I slowed my run to a jog as I approached a large crowd of people. The nerve of him to be hurt or angry when he had not bothered to search was infuriating. Through the café window I saw the TV flash to the news of what happened a few weeks ago with Thor and the dark elf. I scowled at the TV and continued to jog past. I was seeing him everywhere and it just got on my nerves. I heard my phone ring from one of my contacts. I stopped jogging and took a deep breath before swiping my finger across to answer.
“Hello?” I said.

“Y/N, we need you to come in and inspect something for us.” A masculine voice says into the phone.

“What is it?” I asked heading back towards my place.

“Some engravings we believe could be from Asgard.” He says hurriedly with traces of excitement.

“Fine, send me the location and I wi-“

“No you need to get here pronto because it is about to hit the news and we may lose it unless we get an expert to verify.” He says in a rushed voice.
I pinched my nose in aggravation. The man should be thankful for all of the things I have done to ‘verify’ artifacts for him. “Fine, where?” I said turning in the direction of my place.

“I sent you a car, it should be outside your apartment to bring you here.”

“I’ll be there soon.” I say hanging up and putting my music back on. I pick up my pace up to a run and head back to my apartment. Well at least working will keep my mind off of Thor. Ten minutes later I am in front of my apartment and see a sedan waiting at the curb. I take my headphones out and slow my pace to that of a jog.

The driver stands from his leaning position against the car.

“Don’t bother. Just hurry up.” I say as I get in the passenger back seat. If it was so damn important I was not even going to bother changing.

The driver nodded and climbed in. He handed me a manila envelope. “You will need to look at these.”

I take the folder from him and begin to flip through the pictures. Shit. This was not good. I flipped through various photos of the engravings. At least Hank was right
about it being Asgarding writing. “Hurry up.” I say closing the folder. If this was what I thought it was we were all going to be in trouble. I stared out the window before falling asleep. Two hours later I woke up to see we had arrived at a warehouse that is surrounded by both paps and scientists who wanted in.

The driver hands me a security badge. “Do you need a sweatsh-“

“No.” I said climbing out of the car before he completely stopped and making a b-line for the entrance. This was not something that should be found by anyone. If anything I was going to have to go to Asgard and warn Allfather of the danger the realms were in. I scowled at the thought of returning to help save a realm that tossed me aside.

As I entered the warehouse I see a group of five people trying to argue with my contact. I flashed my badge at the guard even though I am pretty sure the view of my boobs could have gotten me in just as good.

Hank turned away from arguing with them. “Y/N, about time.” He says ogling me like the guard had.

I roll my eyes and keep walking. “My eyes are up further Hank.”

He cleared his throat.“This could be the discovery of a lifetime.” He said excitedly.

“If it is what I think it is it will not be here long.” I say walking further into the warehouse.

He stood there stunned at my observation but quickly turned around to shoo the group. He must have thought it would be in his favor.

“No! We were here first just because your some big firm does not mea-‘”

“Look ma’am you have no permits and since we do it is your loss.”

“How dare you speak to a woman like that!” A voice boomed from behind me.

I almost groaned at the sound of Thor’s voice but continued to walk to the blocked off area. I made my way towards the engraving and felt the air rush out of my lungs. As I saw the engravings I began to read. “The one who posses the Gauntlet and souls shall rule unopposed.” It was about the infinity stones and the gauntlet. As I continued my inspection I knew the gauntlet was on Asgard and the stones had been scattered but the stone the engraving was on was cracked as if someone hit it in anger. My eyes widened in alarm, it was not as if someone did it , someone had hit it in anger. Shit. Someone must have thought this would lead to all of the stones. I stood up and headed back to where Hank was still arguing with Jane and Thor. I was going to need Thor to make sure I was reading the engraving right. I walked passed several people asking me of the contents.

“Look I told yo-“

“Hank!” I shouted as I approached.

Thor or one of his companions must have recognized me as they stopped shouting at Hank.

“Yes Y/N?” He says excitedly.

“Stop being a jackass.” I say as I get closer to him.

“I was ju-“

I cut him off, “I really do not care. I need his help.” I said staring at Hank knowing he was not going to like that.

“He does not ha-“

I quirked an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms over my chest. “I say he is qualified and he does have clearance. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” I threatened.

“I do-“

“I’ll call Keith.” I said threatening to call his boss even though I knew he would just let me do what I want anyway.

Hank glowered before nodding Thor through.

“Just him.” I said firmly turning on my heel to leave.

“What?” Jane exclaimed angrily.

I stopped and turned to pin her with a look. “This has nothing to do with science it is an artifact so it is not really in your realm of expertise.” I said as Thor walked up next to me. I glared at him and turned back in the direction of the engraving.

“It is not you to be rude.” He says as we make our way through the warehouse.

“Believe it or not you do not know me anymore.” I say. I bit back a sigh that was a lie Asguardian years went a lot slower than Earth years.

“That is a lie.” He says as he grabs my arm and pulls me up short. “What is i-“

“Now is not the time or place.” I say nodding towards the direction of the engravings.

He nodded and headed towards them before me. I took a deep breath and followed him.

“We need the room.” I say knowing that everyone would scurry out as not to piss me off. I bit back a smirk at least they learned.

I waited to speak to Thor until we were alone.

“It is from our world. It is a warning of sorts. We will need to warn your father.” I say as Thor inspects it.

“What exactly am I supposed to get from this?” Thor says as if not grasping the concept.

I groaned. “You are unbelievable!”

Thor gave me a smile.

“Stop smile at me you baboon.” I say moving to kneel next to him to explain. Obviously I was the only one of us who ever paid attention to Allfathers stories or our Asguardian history.

Thor laughed. “I’m not su-“

“Google it.” I said before turning to look at the engravings. “The Gauntlet has been held in the vault for years alongside the Tesseract.”

Thor nodded in understanding. “I see…”

I shook my head knowing he wanted the whole story behind it, “Years and years ago the Gauntlet was used with the infinity stones. They made whoever possessed it unstoppable in that universe, each stone represents a different aspect such as time, space, mind, soul, reality, and power. Whoever holds the Gauntlet containing all the stones can literally snap their fingers and something can be erased in that universe. Someone,” I said pausing and showing Thor the large crack. “Knows of the existence and is looking for them. This could end all nine realms.” I say turning to stare at him.

Thor shakes his head. “You can not be sure of-“

I stand and glare at him. “I am as sure as the day I told you that starting a war would lead to a punishment unlike anything else.”

Thor also stood to full height and seemed to mull over my words. “What is it you want?”

“I want you to go to your father and let him know.” I say turning to head out.

Thor snagged my wrist and pulled me towards him. “He may not believe me.”

“Then make him.” I said pulling away from him from to leave.

“He will believe you.” He says with conviction just as he had the fateful day I was banished.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I am not ever returning to Asgard.” I say.

“Are you still banished?” Questioned stepping closer to me.

I glared even more at him. “No.”

“Then you shall return with me.”

“I am not returning with you.” I said backing away from him.

He glared at me. “You shall now, just like you should have then.”

“I am not having this argument with you. You’re the one who did not step up for his punishment.” I shout turning to leave.

Thor grabs my arm and shouts, “Heimdall!”
I began to yell but it was to late we were already traveling and for the first time in years I feel the warmth of being transported from one realm to another. I felt the rush come over me, it was so much better than exercise. It felt like…coming home. I closed my eyes as we arrived on Asgard. As much as I hated to admit it returning felt good.

“Thor. Y/N it is nice to see you return.” Heimdall says.

I smile a little with my eyes closed. It was like nothing had changed.

“You knew?” Thor said to him.

Heimdall laughed. “I see everything in the nine realms, you just never asked the right question.”

Thor put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “We must speak to my father.”

I wondered why Thor did not yell at Heimdall.

“He is busy.” Heimdall says with worry laced in his voice.

I finally open my eyes to stare at him. “It is of the upmost importance that we see him.”

“He is in the throne room.”

Thor nods and begins to lead the way. I stay frozen in my place still grasping that I was actually on Asgard.

“Y/N…” Thor says warily.

“Right throne room…” I say catching up to him.

He looked at me oddly. “You alright?”

I stared at the man in mortal clothes next to me. “No.” I say honestly before looking down at my own clothes. I would have been mortified if I would have been caught
wearing this years ago. I thought it best not to mention my lack of clothes for the time being. We passed many Asgardians I knew from before my banishment thankful my years away and mortal clothes made me almost unrecognizable.

As we neared the throne room we were met by Sif and the Warrior Three.

“Thor my brother do you have a new mortal?” Fandral says.

Thor looked at me as if finally noticing the striking differences between this me and the one he grew up with. “Stop staring.” He growled out.

“I am the most handsome man here my lady and if you would allow me I wo-“

I glared at him. “I will kick you ass if you finish that sentence.” I say venomously.

“I like this one more than the last. I may actually have to steal her from you my friend.”

Sif rolled her eyes but glared at me. “Enough they must be here for good reason.”

I guess some things never really did change she must still have feelings for Thor.

“Jane has been here?” I asked Thor ignoring the rest.

“It is not of your concern mortal.” Sif says angrily.

“I was not speaking to you Sif.” I said realizing they had not said their names.

“How-“

“Enough Lady Sif we have urgent news for Allfather we shall talk later.” He says before pushing me into the throne room.

“I can watch he-“

I heard Thor growl from beside me. “Not a chance.”

“I thought we were going to see your father?” I asked as we walked down the corridor in the direction of Thor’s chambers.

“We were but as Fandrall pointed out you and I are not dressed for the occasion.” Thor says motioning to our clothing.

“Then why am I co-“

“When you le-got banished I had your things packed and moved to my room.” Thor looked me up and down, “And I know they are still going to fit.”

“Oh so now you are a seamstress?” I asked.

Thor smirked as we came upon his doors. “No, I just know every inch of you.”

I mentally smacked myself for asking that question. “I really wished you would not.”

Thor stripped off his short as soon as he closed the door.

“You can not be serious.” I asked looking at him shirtless for the first time in years and feeling my heart skip a few beats.

“Clothes are in the far closet.” He says as he began to unbuckle his pants.

I cover my eyes. “I’ll leave while you dress.” I say moving towards the door but Thor cuts me off by putting his broad body in my way.

“Y/N…” Thor warns and reaches out for me

I groan and move towards the closet he told me contained my clothes. “Fine.” I said. I ripped open the closet doors and was met with exotic maroon dresses the matched Thor’s cape. I chuckled to myself before feeling sadness take over. How much had I missed over the years? I slowly began to look through all of my clothes.

I felt a hand land on my shoulder. “Y/N…”
I swallowed my frustrated tears. “You should leave while I dress.” I say grabbing what used to be my favorite dress and the corset that went with it.

“You will need help.” He says stating the obvious.

“I will call if I need assistance.” I say as the pressure from his hand increased.

“No.” He says firmly.

I turn to look at him and see him just as I remembered from the last time I was here.

“Thor I-“

“Turn around.” He says.

I did as he said and slipped off my bra and attached the corset. “Pull on th-“

“I remember.” He says lacing my back up.

I ran a hand through my hair. “Thor I really think you sho-“

“Just shut up.” He growls out angrily but he gently laces the back up before pulling it just tight enough. I felt his hands ghost up my back before he stepped away.
I slip my shorts off and step into the dress. It was like reliving the days we would sneak away and spend it in his bed together and would have to quickly dress to make it to dinner without raising questions from our friends.

As I slid the dress up to my shoulders Thor made sure it was smoothed in the back. I glanced in the mirror no longer recognizing myself. I was not the same me I have become and I was no longer the wide eyed girl in love with the gorgeous prince. I saw the present me clashing with the past.

“I do not belong here anymore.” I say more to myself than to him.

Thor’s eyes connect through mine in the mirror. “This is the one place you do belong.” He steps away from me. “Now we must go see father, but then we have some things to talk about.”

“I am not sure about that Thor.” I say turning to face him.

Thor stepped forwards brushed my hair away from my face. “The only thing that has been made clear is that we have a lot to talk about.”

I nod and follow him to the door. I cup his face in one hand. “Jane is lucky to have you.” I say before trying to exit the room.

Thor encircled my wrist with his hand. “Jane never really did though, did she?” He says and nods for me to lead the way.

We walked in silence until we came upon the throne room. Thor nodded at me to go in first. As I looked around I noticed that everyone except Loki was there from that day.

As we approached everyone stayed knelt and Thor joined them. I stood and challenged the man who banished me.

“You will not bow for a king?” Odin says.

I raised an eyebrow for him. “You should know me better than that Odin.” I said removing any ounce of formalization.

“That I should…” He says as if seeing me for the first time. “It has been a long time since you were here Lady Y/N.”

Sif and the Warriors all turned to look at me at his statement and must have been surprised at not recognizing me before.

“Father we come bearing news.” Thor says ignoring the awkwardness in the room.

“Similar to that of the last?” He asks twirling his staff.

“No.”

“Last?” I asked wondering if he was referring to Loki’s absence.

Thor sighed. “Y/N…I’m sorry Loki is dead.”

I swallowed before looking between father and son. “I-see.” The man with the mischievous smile was gone. I blinked back tears for the man I grew up with.

“Thor assures me he died a hero.”

“I am sorry I missed out. He was a great friend.” I say being respectful for the sake of Loki.

Odin nodded as he gave me an odd look. “What is this news?”

Thor stared at me.

“The Gauntlet is being tracked along with the infinity stones. I fear someone is going to use them against the nine realms.” I say.

“That is why you return?” Odin questioned.

“As repayment for lifting my sentence of banishment I felt it was my duty to protect the realm.”

“Is that so?” He says looking between Thor and I.

“Yes.” I say honestly.

“You both shall stay here for the time being until we figure out how reliable this threat is.”

“Allfather this is not my pla-“I start but from the way Odin is looking at Thor I knew it was not of use.

“You are dismissed.” He says shooing us.

As we walked out I see that our old friends followed closely behind. As I hear the doors close behind me before turning to yell at Thor.

“I told you I did not want to come back!” I said as they all circle around us.

Thor glared at me. “Now is not the time nor the place.”

I glared at him. “Oh now you are a smartass.”

“What is going on?” Sif asks looking between the two of us. “How is this possible?”

I threw my hands up in the air and waited for Thor to give her an answer. I felt the warriors staring at me.

“She was banished.”

Sif nodded and smiled warily at me. “I am sorry for my actions earlier my old friend I did not recognize me.”

I give her a tight smile. “I know the feeling.”

“Are you still banished?” Fandrall asked.

“No, my sentence was lifted long ago. I did not wish to return.” I said.

Volstagg looked between Thor and I, “This is your home.”

I shook my head. “It was. I had nothing left.” I said.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Thor shake his head. “We must go.” He says grabbing my arm and tugging me once more towards his chambers. This time however as soon as we were out of sight Thor did not release me instead he shoved me against a pillar.

“Nothing left?” He growled out angrily.

“I-I thought you moved on so I thought it best not to ruin that for you.”

“You thought it best? Really Y/N? Why?”

“Because you never looked for me!” I shouted back at him before regretting actually have said the words.

“I-I thought you dead. I have mourned way to many deaths I could not bear finding you dead.” He said pacing the room.

“I had no control and when I did I thought it too late.” I said walking towards him. “Then I felt anger and betrayed by you not searching so I thought ‘Hey he does not know why let him know now’, and for that I am sorry.”

“I should have. I-tried and I just could not bring myself to terms if I found you dead.” He says walking up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist before resting his forehead against mine.

“I have to go back.” I say trying to do the right thing by Jane and Thor.

“So do I.” He says drawing circles in my back.

“I should go see if I can sta-“

“You will stay here.” He demands.

“Thor that is not a wise idea.” I point out.

“It is not about being wise Y/N. It is about needing to know you are here.” He says.

“Then what? You have Jane.”

“I explained to Jane, she will understand.” He says pulling me closer.

“What if I do not?” I say.

“You do though, you understood from the moment we saw each other we would never escape one another.” Thor says before smashing his lips to mine. It was like the years were a blink of an eye. He feel him bite down on my lip and grant him entrance and our tongues fight each other for control. I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck and pull him down to my level. I feel Thor pick me up and I wrap my legs around his waist committing every touch to memory.