Steve Rogers adapting to the 21st century would include

Originally posted by casstielnovak

  • steve having a dictionary for every new word he hears
  • him overusing “AF” but not knowing what it stands for
  • “thank you Friday, you’re helpful AF”
  • “Tony, i’m angry AF now!”
  • “Are you sure AF, Buck?”
  • him saying YOLO all the freaking time
  • “Cap, you need to wear a parachute!”
  • “C’mon Nat, YOLO!” *as he’s flying into the air*
  • him almost having a heart stroke when he sees Miley twerking
  • “Steve breath, c’mon, inhale, exhale”
  • “that’s just so …. degrading. Why would someone do this on tv? AND CHILDREN ARE WATCHING THIS???”
  • “why is this phone named after a fruit?”
  • “Tony, you need to take this one back to the shop, it’s used, look, the apple is bitten”
  • “who is this corn-man and why is he on tv so much???”
  • “he’s HYDRA! i know it!”
  • “you should have left me in ice”
  • him calling a 30-year-old his son
  • “what is uhmmm Facehook, Tony?”
  • “ohh interesting, so i can search anyone’s name and then i can contact them?”
  • “Clint, can you help me with this Lookbook thing? i’m searching for one of my friends but i can’t find him”
  • “what’s his name?”
  • “Timothy Dugan, he’s one of the Howling Commandos”
  • “Steve, he’s dead.”
  • “oh! sorry”
  • “Natasha, can you help me with something?”
  • “I need to choose a profile picture for this … uhm … *looking at the writing on his left hand* Facelook account. So which one do i choose: me in a cap suit or in civilian clothes”
  • “Bruce! i got 8 likes on my shield’s photo”
  • him pouting
  • “someone commented saying i’m not the real Captain America”
  • getting angry at the computer
  • “gosh, i’m tired AF i need to sleep ASAP”
  • Nat taking him to movie theater to see “50 shades of grey”
  • him having a seizure in the middle of the movie
  • really getting into selfies
  • taking selfies with Thor during missions, posting them on Instagram and captioning “freedom and justice are what we’re fighting for”
  • taking pics of random stuff that’s red, white or bule
  • “what? it matches my aesthetic”

Modern or Something

A quick Pennywise x Reader au where Penny gets a phone, hope you enjoy 😄

Once again if you don’t like this then don’t fucking read it 🎈❤️


It had been 1980 something the last time the clown had visited the town of Derry. He had expected a change of the appearance, of course, every time he had come back it looked different. But this time was really different. People walked around holding small box like figures, easy to break, they were made of glass. There wasn’t a single person without one, every person seemed to be completely connected to these things. He could hear conversations going on from miles apart, no wires seemed to be required. He was hungry, but not only for food, he was hungry to find out what they were. Maybe he could use them to capture his next subject.

He had crawled out from under the drain one night and put on a face, a costume, of a human form. He wandered into a shop full of these devices, the sign outside had nothing but what looked like a silver bitten Apple.

“Hello sir, how can I help you today?” And employer spotted penny and greeted him. Penny looked around and pointed at the nearest phone. “Ah, are you interested in purchasing the iPhone 6s? If you have an old phone we could probably switch it out at a low cost” he beamed at Penny.

“I don’t have a phone at all” Penny managed to say, peeling his eyes off of the shelves and shelves of iPads and laptops.

“Oh! New-bee, old school huh? Grew up with your grandmother? I did too, no worries. Let me show you about these!” He presented Penny with a rose gold phone, set up a phone number and casually adding his name and number incase he had any other questions. Once it was all said and done, the guy turned around and penny disappeared, along with the new phone. “He forgot to pay” he said sadly.

“Dude, he’s probably those guys who hallucinates after drugs. This is why we should close the shop at 10 instead at 12 am” said a guy that was in the back.


The screen lit up when Penny pressed the home button, it was the only button on there. But he had seen the worker use his bare hands to control it, so he pulled off his glove and began moving his finger around the screen, completely consumed by the way it looked.

He sat on a park bench, playing with the different apps and taking a few pictures of the surroundings. He attempted to take one of himself by turning the entire phone.

“Are you trying to take a selfie?” He heard, looking up, eyes adjusting from the bright screen to the dark figure.

“Selfie?” He questioned, confusion written on his face. Her face suddenly came into view, soft features smiled back at him and he felt more confused as to why she didn’t run away.

“Yeah, have you not taken one or are you too old for that?” She questioned, laughing a little as she came and sat next to his towering figure. He observed as she pulled out her own phone, background picture of herself a a few boys. She swiped right and the camera was open, quickly clicking the selfie mode on and she lifted it above her face, smiling into it. “See? Easy” her eyes gleamed with the soft street lights as she watched him copy her. His bottom lip pulled down and the corner of his lips curled up as he smiled into the camera.

“Like that??” He showed her, image too dark to see his pale features.

“You need to turn on the flash, otherwise you can’t see shit” she laughed again, quickly reaching over and turning on the flash. He went to snap another photo and was temporarily blinded by the quick flash. He growled a little at the light in his eyes. Her smile fell, a little creeped out by it. “Okay?” She asked, he nodded profusely rubbing some wetness from his eyeballs.

“That was really bright” he commented, looking over to her now standing body.

“Yeah, it happens” She put her phone away, looking down at her fingers, twisting them a bit. “What’s your name?” She glanced up at him through her eyelashes.

“I’m pennywise, the dancing clown” He said happily, and her smile returned.

“hey Pennywise, I’m (y/n). Did you forget your clown costume tonight?” She asked, watching his movements.

“I’m in my normal costume now” he stated. She laughed once more, stepping a little closer to him.

“Pennywise, you’re cool. Keep in touch yeah??” She grabbed the phone from his hands, before he could act, he watched her type in her name and number and it was back in his grasp. He watched her walk away, smile never dropping from her face.

“Could’ve eaten her” He mumbled to himself, but she didn’t fear him enough. Why??

The phone suddenly made a “ding” sound which caught him off guard. He looked down to it and found a message.

“Stay safe clown boy, xx 🤡💖”

The name read 🌸💛(Y/N) 💛🌸

He clicked the emojis, remembering what the guy from the store had showed him and clicked


He fondly looked down at the images, thinking about the children he was about to hunt dow- ding. The phone rang once again.



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Second Chance - Part Six

(No gif because I’m posting from a hotel with crappy wifi…sorry, haha)

So our family vacation is going to throw things off a bit in terms of me posting. I probably will not be able to post on Sunday for the next two weeks, but I’ll still be writing, so when vacay is over, I’ll for sure be a ble to post a few chapters pretty fast. I already know what’s gonna happen in the next few chunks, it’s just writing them and then editing and then posting that’s the time consuming part, haha. Thanks to everyon who’s commented or messaged me and reblogged this story! It’s so amazing to see how much everyone’s enjoying it! Let me know if you wanna be tagged in upcoming chapters!

Also, special thanks to @sannvers for proofing this chunk!

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 7,876

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

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i love how simple and totally uncomplicated and absolutely non headache inducing bts music videos are like in the blood sweat and tears japanese version namjoon is just a fallen rebel angel who tries to make jungkook also see the truth by forcing him to drink absinthe but jungkook cant really handle the truth initially so he throws it up but when it finally kicks in he rejects yoongi who is trying to keep jungkook safe and away from the truth which he also does to jimin when a version of jimin bites the (forbidden) apple and sees the truth and runs away to try to find the version of himself who hasnt bitten the apple and is just sitting there contemplating if he should when he is in a place that while absolutely dull and uneventful is also safe and comfortable but when he does find that version of himself yoongi manages to cover his face and he never gets to let that version of him know the truth and he ends up juxtaposed with hoseok who is the “boy” who meets “evil” and he struggles to reach out to the heavens while yoongi covers jin’s eyes as well from the vision of “the fall of the rebel angels” but when he gets into a fight with taehyung who is a representation of both lucifer and icarus and taehyung wins the moral high ground that he has taken against the rest of them ends up crumbling and he falls and breaks the same way that they did 

how simple and uncomplicated and totally not headache inducing 

Don’t save me (Pt.2)

Genre: Gang! Au

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary: After practically losing everything, you ended up in the Bangtan member’s hideout and as nice as they seem you can’t help but get a strange vibe from their leader. 

Pt.1 /

Originally posted by foreveryoongz

The sound of distant sniffling was enough to finally wake Namjoon up from his not so deep slumber. With a tired grunt and a tug of his comforter, he was already headed towards the sound. It didn’t take long to figure it out considering your figure was missing from the other half of the bed. He lightly knocked on the door.


Your shoulders flinched, looking up at the still closed door. You didn’t have the strength to fight with him nor did you have the strength to make an excuse. When you didn’t answer right away he open the door for himself, hoping for anything but the worst. Thankfully he just found you sitting on the bathroom floor. 

“Go away..” You mumbled, wiping your cheeks with your already shaking hands.

Namjoon squinted due to the bright light of the bathroom but came over and sat down next to you.

“Does it look like i’m going anywhere?” 

You moved away from him, looking in the complete opposite direction. He didn’t dare to touch you, just trying to look you in the eyes. 

“You don’t have to hide from me you know. Crying isn’t embarrassing, who the hell wouldn’t? You’ve been through way more than something I could have handled and you’re-”

“What? A Girl? That’s why I don’t want you to think i’m weak.”

He let out a small sigh, sounding a disappointed. 

“You’re way stronger than I would be.” He finished. 

“I’m not looking down at you because you’re a girl. You made it on top of everyone regardless of that, despite the minor lack of income, you’re still are just as tough. I used to really admire you back then much less think I was going to end up meeting you like this. I’m not trying to save you. I just want to be there for you.”

“But why? This has nothing to do with you. I shouldn’t have even stayed here, if the other gangs find out about our little sleepover they’re gonna think i’m some kind of joke. We’re supposed to be made for shit like this..”

Namjoon slowly rose from the bathroom floor, not looking down at you as he spoke. 

“Because one of my members died because I made a wrong call. His name was Taehyung. He was honestly my right hand man, always eager to do whatever dangerous mission he could get his hands on, and always optimistic. Jimin and Jungkook blame me and only speak to me out of respect and I can’t blame them. This is more than just a gang, we made this our family and I let them down. Y/N, I know how to feels to watch someone you care about die and though I’m not trying to compare our situations, I just want you to know I actually care.I don’t give a shit what we’re supposed to be built for, we’re people too.”

You lifted your shaking hand up from the cold tile flooring, reaching up to grab his. He instantly gripped yours a little tighter, smiling down at you. He seemed so much different from yesterday, you barely new how to react to his warm gestures. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear about it…”

“It’s whatever, you had way more to focus on then other gangs. Can you stand?”

You gave a gentle nod, standing up next to him. It took you over a few seconds to realize you were still holding onto his hand until yanking your hand away, feeling your face start to feel hot. 

“Come on, I’m sure everyone else is waiting to meet you.” He stated, walking back into the bedroom.

You tilted your head in confusion, wondering how the others would even know you were in the house aside from Yoongi and Jin. Namjoon easily read the look, seeming to understand you well despite the barrier you keep putting up.

“He doesn’t seem like it but Yoongi’s got a big mouth…uh, don’t tell him I said that though.”

You cracked a smile, making even Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“I won’t.”


Stepping into the hallway you instantly saw a familiar face staring back at you, Jin eyeing you when he looked up from his cell phone. He was staring at your clothes, making you realize you were still wearing the clothes you borrowed. 

“Wow. I’m surprised you got her to agree to that.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing you must come off as stubborn towards them. Namjoon snickered, looking at you himself. 

“Cute, huh?”

You shot him a glare from in front, almost ignoring Jin.

“Better watch it. I heard she’s got quite the aim.” Jin joked, walking to the living room ahead of you both. 

“I thought you didn’t think of me differently just because I’m a girl?” 

“I said I didn’t think of you as weak. You’re still just as hot as you were before but now you’re standing here in my clothes. Although I’m quite sure you’d look way better without them.” Namjoon smirked. 

“And here I was starting to think you might be decent.” You mumbled, walking off without him, regardless of how little you knew the house layout.

Namjoon couldn’t hide his smile, enjoying teasing you. 

“Aw come on, baby. Don’t be like that. You were the one holding my hand this morning.” 

You stopped in your tracks, only getting a few feet away from him. You felt your face instantly blush, clenching your fists. 

“Oh fuck off, I needed help standing up!” 

“Sure, whatever you say.” He winked, leading you ahead into the main living room area.

Just as you felt last time, if you were in any other position you would have mouthed off but part of you was extremely grateful. You were in a new house with new people, and way more things to do than you would have been if you went home alone last night. Everything here seemed like a distraction and you were glad to think about anything but everything you’d lost so far. Things here felt oddly comfortable, just as though Namjoon said, they felt like family members to each other. It was something you hadn’t seen in a gang for so long, it was almost shocking. 

You found Yoongi sitting on the couch with another cigarette between his lips, taking a glance over at you before sending his attention back to his laptop. Alongside of him was an unknown boy. One with Dark hair, big brown eyes, and soft face features. He looked strangely shy, adjusting himself in his seat after exchanging eyes contact with you from across the room.

“Who’s she?” Jungkook asked, not particularly talking to Namjoon although he was the one who responded.

“Y/N. I’m sure you’ve heard of her.”

He gave a quick nod, waving over at you.

“Oh…..she’s the one you brought back last night. I thought I heard a girl’s voice last night but I thought I was just imagining it.”

“Nope. Sadly, I’m actually here.” You groaned, moving over to sit down. 

“She’s gonna need help getting her stuff from her old place and she’s gonna stay in my room for a while. You wanna tag along?” He asked Jungkook, cautiously.

Jimin stepped out from the kitchen, holding an already bitten out of apple in his hand. 

“I’ll go.” He suggested with a stoic expression. 

It was hard for Namjoon to hide the look of shock on his face, nodding. Even Yoongi who didn’t seem particularly interested before was now looking up again, seeming surprised himself.

“yeah, thanks.”

You could feel the sudden awkward atmosphere starting to cave in the room, making you believe Namjoon on just how bad things were before you arrived. Granted, it didn’t feel aggressive, just-stiff. Like they no longer knew how to act around one another after the incident. You questioned the likelihood that they didn’t blame him, but knew he was blaming himself, not knowing how to bring it up without reliving the painful memories of the past. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for him to take the blame you had yelled at him before. He was subconsciously used to it. 

“Are you sure it’s safe to go to my place? It’s obvious i’m a target right now and as a leader you shouldn’t be putting your members at risk for me. I should just go alone and if something happens, so what? It’s not like I have anything keeping me alive.” You let out.

“Wasn’t revenge what you had your mind set on?” Namjoon responded, leaning back on the couch. 

“Besides, that’s why i’m bringing someone else along, for backup. Jimin’s one of the toughest we got. They’re a new, cocky gang, it’s nothing we can’t handle.” He smirked.

Jimin picked the hand gun off of the coffee table, checking the bullet count before bringing it with him. He was quiet yet, you could practically feel the dangerous aura coming from him. It was just as intimidating as it was hot. You felt your lips part, finding it hard not to stare at his physique while the gun sat tightly in his back pocket. The untimely attractiveness of this gang never ceased to amaze you. 

Namjoon’s eyes shifted over to you, noticing your hard gaze on the man in front of you. He didn’t bother to say anything, pretending not to notice.

“Let’s go then. I’m sure she’s sick of sitting around in your clothes.” Jimin added.

You jumped to your feet, holding your hands out to Namjoon for your prized possession back, the excited look showing on your face. Your mind was now on other things.

“Hand it over.”

With an eye roll, he rose from the couch, walking the both of you back to his bedroom. Bending down to the safe he started to unlock it.

“What do you think of the others?” He questioned, calmly. 

“They seem nice. Yoongi was quiet but always listening to the conversation, Jin strikes me as odd. I don’t really understand the guy but he’s always holding a smile on his face. Jungkook seemed-shy? Which is strange for a gang member but in a cute way.”

“and Jimin?” Namjoon asked in the most, “i’m not jealous or anything, I’m just curious” type of voice he could manage.

You gave him your best shrug, waiting patiently for your weapon.

“He’s hard to figure out. Wait, didn’t you say there was 6 of you? Where’s the last member?” 

Namjoon titled his head, wondering the same thing. It was odd for Hoseok not to be awake already but most likely he wasn’t home at all if he wasn’t in the living room by now.

“He might have ran out for something. He mentioned something about a girl a few days ago so that’s probably it.”

You nodded, hoping to meet him eventually as well. Finally Namjoon turned around holding your precious weapon in his hands, just to yank it away when you tried to grab it. 


“Convince me you won’t run away if I give this to you.”

Knowing just the trick you came closer to him, leaning in as close to his face. With a sweet smile you tilted your head only slightly.

“Because, why would I leave this place when you risked your life for me? Bringing me back here to meet the people you care about most when you didn’t even know me? Don’t you know how grateful I am for that? Maybe I have to prove it…”

As you leaned it close to his lips, he didn’t dare make a move. It’s not as though he hadn’t been with many other girls but it was strange enough for him to freeze up like that. Almost acting like a teenager about to experience his first kiss. Something about you changed him despite the cocky teasing he enjoyed doing, it was just to save face after all. 


The distance between you was closing in and your eyes fluttered shut, tricking him into doing the same. Just as you were sure he had fallen for it, you snatched the gun from between his fingers, smiling proudly in his face. His ears started to turn red when he noticed you not planning to kiss him after all. 

“Hey, if you can tease me then it’s fair game.” You waved the gun around in front of him.

“Jimin’s right, we need to head out already to get my stuff. It’s kinda gross being in last night’s clothes for this long.”

You couldn’t help but notice the the look of embarrassment on his face, starting to feel bad about teasing him like that. 

“You really aren’t going to run off, are you?” He suddenly asked, with a broken expression. 

Although it caught you off guard, you wanted to sincerely answer him this time, wondering if this was the wrong time to joke around. Shaking your head you come back over to him, awkwardly lingering at his side.

“No. I’m not. I meant what I said, I’m actually grateful you’re doing all of this for me and If I ran off now you would have risked yourself for nothing. So, thank you, I guess.”

With a quick peck on his cheek you booked it towards the door before stopping in the doorway. 

“Now, hurry up already.” You mumbled, feeling your own face start to blush once more. 

“My pleasure.” Namjoon smiled. 

I’m Sorry (Mark feat. Jaemin)

anon requested: Hi (-: could you do a mark angst where you catch him cheating on you like making out and then you’re really sad and you are a idol too and you are practicing by yourself and you faint and jaemin finds you and takes care of you but he calls mark and tells him what happened. Happy ending?

author: admin yu!

genre: lol angst?

word count:2,300+

a/n: ma boy…mark… why you gotta cheat like that smh,, anyywayyys i really hope you enjoy this :) i was sorta in a sad mood when i wrote it lol hopefully it’s not too dramatic *THIS IS #4 ON MY WHAT SHOULD I WRITE NEXT LIST BTW…*

p.s lowkey dedicated to my fave mark stan :) you know who you are;)

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It just occurred to me that Seungbae potentially has no proof at all of Sangwoo being a killer.
Even if Bum admits that it was Sangwoo who broke his legs, there is still likely no DNA left of him on the CEO’s daughter, and even if they found Jieun’s body, Sangwoo would still not figure as the potential murderer because she was killed by a left handed person. She also doesn’t even have her legs broken, which Seungbae thinks it’s his modus operandi.

It looks like Sangwoo hasn’t killed more than 4/5 people since Bum’s arrival:
- the CEO’s daughter
- the girl Bum heard crying while he was recovering from the rat poison (given that he didn’t hallucinate it)
- the girl shown in a panel having sex with Sangwoo (given that he has actually killed her, which is likely, but not confirmed).
- the man he brought home from the gay bar
- Jieun

It looks like it has been at least 5/6 months since the beginning of the story, and the two girls Sangwoo might have killed after the CEO’s daughter have been murdered pretty early, I’d say 4/5 months before Chapter 28.
If the CEO’s daughter corpse was already decomposed enough to erase any consistent trace of Sangwoo’s DNA, it is likely the same for the other two victims (given that they actually exist). In all three cases, the only common detail would be the broken legs, which is the main clue Seungbae builds his accusations on.
This alone, however, isn’t enough to link those girls to Bum's damaged legs, Sangwoo and Jieun.

If they find Jieun’s corpse, Seungbae would have no proof of Sangwoo’s involvement at all, because while there might be some of his DNA left on her body (which is not necessarily the case since it looks like he washed the body before the hiking trip), her legs are not broken and she was killed by a left handed person, which Sangwoo isn’t. The only clue would be the bitten apple, IF the weather was good and the DNA didn’t get corrupted (even if there was his DNA on it, it cannot prove by itself that Sangwoo killed Jieun, because people have seen him buying those apples and he might have taken a bite, realized it tasted horrible, thrown it out from the car window and it might have just accidentally ended up near a buried corpse).

If they find the man’s corpse, unless there’s still trace of Sangwoo’s DNA (since he kissed him), there might be two scenarios:

- Kim happens to be left handed like Bum. Then the whole case will be closed: Kim killed Jieun, then committed suicide (since that’s how Sangwoo set his murder up).

- Kim is not left handed. He might have still committed suicide, but he can’t have killed Jieun.

In this case, Seungbae would end up having no proofs at all, especially if he finds out that Sangwoo is right handed, which is not something hard to discover.

The only consistent proofs he has are against Bum, not against Sangwoo.
… Except for the fact that Kim’s phone GPS was still apparently working when he entered Sangwoo’s house, so the police may know the two men knew each other.
That is, if they weren’t lazy af and aren’t already about to close the case without caring about these details. And Seungbae has no legal access to these data, so he can’t point it out without being demoted again or fired.
I don’t know how things work in South Korea, but I think Seungbae cannot even say what he saw in Sangwoo’s black box, because he shouldn’t have looked at the folders from other days, that’s invasion of privacy unless the person is under investigation (which he isn’t).

This ended up being longer than intended, I’m really curious to see if Seungbae manages to connect all the pieces together and find a legal way to prove Sangwoo’s guilt.
I definitely like to see this whole thing from Seungbae’s point of view.

Take me Home

Author’s Note: This story features some musical enhancement, the link is embedded in the piano description and the song lyrics.

“How long have you been sitting like that?”

“A varga.  Maybe?  There aren’t any tickers in here.”

Shiro’s frown grew in intensity at Lance, who was sat upside down on one of the couches in the common area.  "If you’ve got a varga to sit upside down, then you have a varga you could be working on strengthening your bond with Blue.“

"Pshaw, Blue and I practically finish each other’s sentences.”

“Then you can get in that extra bit of work, so you can finish each other’s sentences.” Shiro countered with an amused smile.

His grumble of frustration aside, Lance was still relieved to have Shiro back… even if he seemed even more of a slave driver since his disappearance.

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Prypiat - Still Life

It could be dawn.
The light, crumpled like sheets.
The ashtray full.
A shadow multiplies on four walls.
The room is empty.
No witnesses.
But someone was here.
A moment ago twin tears shimmered
On polished wood
(Did a couple live here?)
In the armchair a suit, recently filled by a body,
Has collapsed into a bolt of fabric.
Come in, look around. No one’s here,
Just the breathing air, crushed
As though by a tank.
A half-finished sweater remembers someone’s fingers.
A book lies open, marked by a fingernail.
(How amazing, this silence beyond the boundary!)
On the polished wood, two stains.
On the floor by the armchair an apple,
Bitten but not brown.

By Oksana Zabuzhko
Translated by Lisa Sapinkopf

Published in A Kingdom of Fallen Statues by Wellspring Ltd. in 1996

galadrieljones  asked:

I know you already have one from me, but I'm gonna give you another one anyway: Mine, Solavellan. Bonus points if somebody's hands are dirty.

Thank you for the prompt. ^.^ for @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Solavellan

Prompt: Mine: Sunlight   withdrawing into its darkest shell of green / coils   ring by ring   like a yellow snake   in a tight burrow. (The Art of Sideways, Claire Potter)

title: burrow

It pushes up from the ground: a single sun-furled trillium jerking side to side. The rain patters the green leaves and the fleshy white triad. It’s grown close enough to the edge; Pangara could reach over and pluck it. The sun slants through the rain and she decides it’s too precious to kill. The frantic down-callings of songbirds in the trees flitter through the canopy.

“Any sign?” He asks from below.


She feels him shift and her balance wobbles for a just a second - a moment of suspended breath and blood before he shifts his grasp on her legs and she can kneel. For extra purchase, she walks her hands down the craggy silt of the exhaust shaft, red caking her hands and knees. But when she is sitting on his shoulders, instead of lowering her further, Solas walks with her away from the hole in the ceiling.

The apostate is lanky, but a broad and tall man. The dark wood beams abandoned to weather in this mine pass close to her head. Pangara snatches down to hold onto his tunic and her toes curl as she laughs. “You gonna let me down?”

She sees him press his lips on the side of her knee. She can feel his chuckle through her feet.

“I thought to take you back to your bedroll. There may be old nails.”

Pangara leans forward and directs a meaningful look straight down.

“I possess enchantments,” his tone is lofty, just a hint of smugness, and in response she digs her thumb to the sensitive point where his ear meets his jaw.

His yelp is anything but dignified.

“Put me down, or I won’t tell you what I did see.”

She is able to pick up the way his sigh is an exaggeration of mournfulness, able now to catch the subtle rise of his brow and the way his lips suggest their mirth as he kneels and she walks off of him. He straightens, she turns. He easily links his fingers into hers when she presses their hands together, and he steps closer when she tugs on him just lightly. He ducks his head near to hers and if it weren’t for the way his eyes look like he’ll die without a taste of her, she might almost think he’s happy. Then his eyes close and he kisses her. As always, it is quicker than she can think; his arms slip around her waist, he palms her ass, he nudges her up around his thigh and when she rocks he makes a noise into her mouth like a man begging.

“Solas,” she says, her bottom lip pulled between his teeth - because he’s acting drunk.

“Vhenan,” he murmurs, and he wants her. She can feel.

She breaks the kiss but holds him close, and he rests his forehead against hers. His lips twitch again. Rueful, this time.

He steps away from her and his arms drop to his sides. His head ducks lazily, watching her. The way he regards her is so loose. She knows he’s hurt himself in their escape, in their desperate retreat from the troll; neither of them had noticed the drop-off in the middle of the clearing. They’d tumbled down into the mine. The way the stone had shaken around them had buzzed her teeth in her skull.

A night of fitful half-rest, interrupted by the occasional stomping and roar of the troll above. Sounds mistaken for the calls of Inquisition scouts, or Cassandra’s shouts. But no one had come. Solas had said the Dreams were too quiet here for him to walk in sleep for reinforcements. He’d rolled root and smoked in the quiet dark.

And this morning, rain mixed with the sun. “Halla’s Breakfast,” she’d said, peering up at the sky and the wrinkled red rock carved up to the surface. The mine isn’t all that deep.

He’s been siphoning mana into his wound to heal it. A subtle set of charms, but she’s felt him draining the ambient magic out of the stone-swallowed air. Some internal break, she is able to guess. But he’d insisted that she save her strength. Refused to let her examine him. Smoked. Insisted this morning that he could lift her to the crest of the shaft to see if the troll slumbered nearby.

She puts her fingers against his chest, trying to make the touch like a seduction - but he senses her intent, and gently guides her hands away.

“And what did you see in the rain above us, then?”

He makes her grin by lifting his hand and twirling her under his arm. His breath does not hitch. He does not flinch.

“Red-winged soldernut, chased off by a pickersjay.” She pulls away and settles onto her bedroll. He leans up against the rock next to her. She pulls his backpack near and opens it as he closes his eyes, and she pretends she does not notice the wavering of the Veil as he weaves a weak spell into his body.

The bag is worn leather, soft to touch and smelling of woods and sharp grasses. Pangara gently pushes aside a soft bundled fur and a small canvas sack that holds his bar of soap. She can smell it like crisp comfort, peppery and herbal. The coarse scrape of a ball of jute meets her touch. She finds the jerky and apples in a tight bundle and unwraps the package, portioning it out evenly between them. He resists his portion of the jerky, though, looking into her eyes and saying softly, “I have no appetite for it, vhenan; but one of us should eat it.”

Why he’s being so damn stoic, when she could help. It’s baffling to her.

They eat in comfortable silence. The sun shifts slowly over the ragged opening to the world above. He nibbles the small, lumpy apples - eats them cores and all - and above them rises the chorus of birds in flight, and their songs at nest. The rain has made a small rivulet that dribbles down the shaft and into the mine.

“We could probably risk it,” she murmurs between bites of jerky.

“Mm,” he agrees, but neither of them stirs.

It’s a peculiar feeling: sitting under, looking up. The ground around her feels oppressive as ever - but the opening up into the world, beyond the unexpected cloister of this dark and hidden den, feels suddenly like a rift into a world where she will spiral. Where she will be called on and needed. The varied songs of birds wanting to nest, to mate, to warn, to build, to share, to summon, and to greet whisk a cloud of sound beyond that portal.

He has taken her hand in his hand and he rubs across her knuckles with his thumb. The red silt on her hands comes off on his fingers.

“Lovely pigment,” he says when he notices.

A soldernut alights on the edge of the opening and calls out. Pangara whistles a sharp, short whoop then three high notes in return. Solas laughs.

“That’s very good!”

“We have soldernuts up north, too,” she grins. And then she mouths through a series of songs and calls, sometimes bringing her hands to cup her chin, or putting her fingers to her lips. He watches her sideways and tries to hide a smile when he recognizes a call - and she’s not a little proud of how she can pull the phrases from memory, recalling long-ago mornings spent competing against her uncle to match the squeaks and rolls, the throaty whoops.

And then, after Solas takes another apple from the backpack and bites it, swallows, and clears his throat, she realizes he’s decided that it’s his turn.

Chatter, curlews, and impossible trills and krees, smoothly folding into soft and uncanny tu-whus and back up into the high registers. His mouth barely opens, though his cheeks pinch back, and each song is reproduced rapidly, precisely, and loud.

Pangara feels herself recoil. She seizes up, cusses, and pulls back. Because how is he that loud? It rings off the damp rock walls, buzzes and trills and the soldernut above replies in alarm before winging frantically away.

“How are you doing that?” She presses over the wall of song, and he only grins and shifts away as she pulls at his sleeve. He is done now with all the calls she knew and is moving on, whistles yipping and chirruping in songs more elegant than she’s ever heard, songs that say greetings in deep forests and territorial warnings on the banks of long-forgotten rivers filled with snowmelt. The songs he weaves - they are beautiful.

But this man is never loud, and this? Solas may be a woodsman, and she knows this about him, and he may have developed skill in birdsong and calls… but this volume? She covers her ears, begging him with her eyes to stop. And his eyes have gone sly. And they’re still a little unfocused as he smirks at her. Unless he is using the very thin magic remaining in this shallow hollow in the earth…

Pangara narrows her gaze and he shifts away from her again, pure mischief in his eyes.

“What have you got?” She says loud over the cacophony, and when he scoots another handswidth away from her, still whistling, she lunges at him, catches his side and pulls herself close, scrambling over him, then his songs falter around his laughter as she wrestles with him and tries to get him to open his mouth. “What have you got!” She repeats, pressing against his chest, knowing there’s a trick, and he refuses to part his lips and only grins at her, taking the chance to nuzzle at her neck and then when she pries her fingers into his mouth he suckles on them, dirt and all. She shakes her head, trying hard not to be infected with the dopey, ridiculous grin he’s got twisting his lips around her fingers, and she roots around in his mouth until her fingertips touch the device.

They come to a brief stalemate in which she glares at him and he tries to look both unaffected and dignified with her hand stuffed in his mouth.

Flat on his back, he releases her fingers with a chuckled snort and she pulls out a remarkably simple little instrument covered in his saliva. A flat of apple bitten into a bean-shape, with a small sheet of apple skin adhered to the surface by a very simple spell.

She holds it up. “You could have just swallowed this?”

His grin drops a little and he seems a little stunned as he considers that. “I… suppose.” And then she notices his hands cupped on her backside, shifting her forward a little on his lap, and his eyes crinkle at the corners as he traces his touch up her back; her chest is pressed against his, and his gaze flicks down from her eyes.

Pangara feels herself redden when Cole says, “Found you.”

“He’s got a broken rib, and he’s been keeping the pain down,” she says as she staggers off and away from Solas, who sobers at once and nods pleasantly to Cole, lifting himself on one elbow.

“Cole, thank you for locating us. Has the danger been cleared above?”

“Yes, the trees shook and shook and all the woods hurt but where were you? Everyone asked but there is so little… ” Cole’s hands spread, and Solas nods.

“Spirits would have difficulty navigating to us here, you did well. We’re grateful.”

Pangara links the belts on the bedrolls and Cole snaps out of existence - and the refinement drops out of Solas’ eyes the instant they are alone… leaving the heat.

She says, warning, “Whatever your game, it let me find what you were hiding.”

“A worthwhile sacrifice,” he admits, and he manages, when the rope ladder drops to them some time later, to pull himself out of the ground.


Your face is in my dreams

Your voice echoes in my mind

Like an escapist movie

Like a love song

I’m tired of pain

My own and the world’s

I’m ready to let the light in

You are my light

You keep shining

Even when the sun dims

Every time I thought I’d found something

And/or someone worth holding on to

The found became the lost

And I realized it was all an illusion

Only after I’d bitten Adam’s apple

It was like dying over and over

Until I woke up

Found the self I thought was lost in the fire

And stumbled upon the kiss of life

In your chocolate eyes

You’re nothing like the bitter fruit I’ve tasted

You’re everything I’ve ever wanted

Every flavor I didn’t know I needed

I’d rather run away by the side of Robin Hood

Than star in a pretend happily ever after

With Prince Charming

I can’t keep something

That I’ve never had

Maybe you can change that

Your childlike spirit

Your fiercely loving soul

Nurtures mud until it evolves into marble

In no way do I idolize you

You’re human

With mold and bruises

Like anyone else

And you’re not always right

At least you try

You present a specific image

Paragraphs outlined across your skin

Each moment, I cling to

Whatever makes me happy

Whatever keeps me alive

You open your arms to the broken when onstage

I spill my compassionate juices

As ink across a page

What we tell others

Barely scratches the surface

The purest parts of the soul

Are underneath layers of skin, bones, and walls

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours

The swoop and curve of eyeliner makes her slightly inhuman
in a way that she deserves.

With a flash of teeth she has bitten apples from the claws of trees.
In a pyre of swept-up petals and mouse guts she burnt her final offering.
She only took off her sunglasses when it reached full dark.

She didn’t take me along on the first foray or the third adventure.

I frost her lips in blue because it was never the point to make her look like a real girl.

When I tried to slither through the gate she plucked me up and told me wait.
She had to speak to something in the soil first.
Through the black coil bars I watched her drive stakes through the ground.
She tasted the dirt and said it wasn’t ready.

With a flick of my brush I forge her cheekbones sharp as splinters.
What am I preparing you for? I ask. Can I weave myself up your arm like a vine and come with you?
This isn’t armor, she says, as I dust her eyes pollen green. It’s an opening.
The bees won’t listen unless I’m in bloom.


[My Thoughts on #1] [My Thoughts on #2] [My Thoughts On #3] [Maknae’s Drove The Hyungs Out?]

Okay what???? I want thinking through the whole thing, “PAIRINGS! JUNG KOOK!” And then the bathtub appeared like excuse me Big Hit can you can some sort of continuation plezzzz.

Anywho’s lets get on with the break down :D

So we see Yoon Gi appear at a musical instruments shop. He picks up a rock and throws it at the glass in the door, breaking in and setting off an alarm.

This reminded my of when he was in the hotel room in I NEED U, flashing lights were seen moving across the room.

Both scenes are connected to Yoon Gi so there may be somethings going on here. I saw a lot of people thinking it was a police car/ambulance/fire engine, who knows, maybe it was because a police car appears later in short film #4.

And then Yoon Gi immediately heads to a piano:

Can I just say now that this was why I was thinking that the piano in short film #1 wasn’t the Danger one, they didn’t look the same. Here is the piano that appeared in BEGIN.

Suga starts playing a tune on the piano, completely ignoring the siren. The tune is the same one that we hear being whistled at the beginning of BEGIN. The very same whistle starts echoing ominously through the town, which is why Yoon Gi gets up and leaves, following the sound.

This is where he ends up, and I think we all know what this is supposed to represent. The place where Jung Kook got hit by the car in I NEED U:

Here, while Yoon Gi is looking around, a car comes out of no where, and almost runs him over too:

These two shots look very similar too:

Except Yoon Gi manages to move away in time, unlike Kook.

That experience caused Yoon Gi to have a flashback, remembering when Jung Kook got hit by a car on the same road. He then hears the sound of a crash, the same sound we heard in short film #1 when Jung Kook was having a nightmare. And then a new ‘splatter’ appears on the road. Look at the screenshot from before for reference:

It’s clearly Yoon Gi imagining the scene of where Jung Kook’s death happened. He’s reliving his memories…

When he runs away from the scene and ends up back at the shop, it turns out that the sound of crashing was real as the car crashed into a building instead of Yoon Gi.

And this is where it gets interesting! Because of the Korean that appears right before:

난 달라졌을까 다른 길을 택했다면 멈춰서 뒤돌아봤다면 - it’s from BTS hidden track in 2 Cool 4 Skool - Path. It translates to: 

Would I have changed? If I had chosen a different path, if I had stopped and looked back.

I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW IT!! This is Jung Kook’s line too so it’s no coincidence! And think about the lyrics, would I have chosen a different path. If I stopped and looked back. This is Jung Kook saying ‘what if I looked, what if I didn’t go that way, would I still be alive?” And it;s also significant because that’s what Yoongi did! He stopped and looked back, he chose a different path by moving out of the cars way. He did what Jung Kook didn’t. He chose a different path and the car hit the shop instead!!!

And due to the impact of the car, the piano set on fire:

Now, in BEGIN, Jung Kook’s eye has the piano burning shown in it, as if he was reliving memories. But he didn’t see it, Suga did! It kinda makes me think, and i know it’s far fetched, but what if they’re connected? Like, mentally or something. I think it has something to do with the whistling as well. The first time we hear it in FIRST LOVE - Yoon Gi played on the piano. The second time it was just before he got hit by the car. The third time was after the piano set on fire. These are all significant moments in both short films.

In BEGIN, we hear it at the beginning of the film, then we see Jung Kook having a nightmare where he wakes up after seeing the piano burning and ‘re-living’ the car crash. Also, we hear the piano version when he’s about to paint the picture, and then he sees the piano burning again. So I believe that maybe this whistle is some sort of trigger for both of them, causing them to re-live those moments.

Of course the part that has us all confused is Ji min. First, it was the bubbling bathtub. Secondly, it was the fact the Yoon Gi’s ‘dot’ appeared and then merged with Ji Min’s dot, creating a new one. I’ve made a small post on how I think that everyone’s dots connects to their film. Jung Kook got a feather, Ji Min got a bitten apple, Tae got a crack (in glass). For Yoon Gi, it was a piano, before the piano and the apple came together and made the zig-zag-y pattern.

So this is a very big stretch but if you haven’t already, you may need to read my ‘Maknae’s Drove the Hyungs Out’ post.

In there, I talked about how Ji Min must have lied about something to cause J-Hope to go away. The thing is, Jung Kook’s piano appeared for a brief second in LIE. Right in the middle of Ji Min singing ‘caught in a lie.’

Credits to Yoongiefied 93 on YouTube for the Eng Subs

What I’m saying is, what if Ji Min had a part to play in Jung Kook (and Suga’s) death? (Like I said this is a stretch so… yeah) I won’t get too deep into this though.

Last point, the bathtub. In Ji Min’s film LIE, you see the water flowing backwards, back into the tub. While pleading for someone to save him from punishment.

Credits to Yoongiefied 93 on YouTube for the Eng Subs

And in Yoon Gi’s First Love film:

(Makes you realised how filtered the Lie film is lmao)

Wait.. shit… what did I just say? Filtered? As in, a facade, not the real thing. A LIE?! WOAH!

Okay, I’m sorry that just came out…    「(゚~゚o) 

So like I said, maybe Ji Min played a part in it. After Yoon Gi hears the crash and while he runs to the shop, this scene happened. The water is bubbling, like something’s coming out of it? Like someones just let out their breath? 

But we know that in LIE, Ji Min falls into the tub, maybe this is him finally getting out of it. Almost as if something has stirred him and caused him to get up. The thoughts of Suga running to the store? The thought of Jung Kook dying? Again, I’m imagining links here, but it’s just an idea.

So that’s all for now everyone! Please give my theories a glace and let me know what you think as well! :D

- Widzz (who really cant be bothered to deal with Big (S)Hit anymore)