but i realized they are in the bullet train

All Too Well | Pt. 8

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Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 6,330


“Have you talked to Y/N recently?”

Jeon Jungkook flickers his gaze over to the speaker, having only caught the faint murmur of a voice through his headphones, before the maknae tugs the equipment off of his head. “Sorry, what did you say hyung?”

Yoongi sighs, shutting his laptop completely and silently beckoning the other boy to follow suit. He has been battling this internal question for the past few hours, in spite of its simplicity, but it’s the context behind the question that has Yoongi all worried about what the answer could lead to. He has always been told not to ask questions he did not wish to know the answer to, and yet here he was: asking something in which the response was likely to terrify him. Yet, still doing so anyways.

“Have you talked to Y/N recently?” He repeats, heart ramming out of his chest as he gauges the youngest for any shift in expression to indicate an answer. But Jungkook is no longer that shy 15 year old who couldn’t lie to anyone’s face, the boy hides his emotions well. “I know that you guys… are friends.”

Jungkook momentarily can’t meet Yoongi’s gaze—the youngest looks set on tracing the outline of the headphones that rest along his neck—before he finally looks up. “Are you trying to ask if I know about what happened between you and noona? Because I do.”

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Turning 50 Means Finally Accepting That You’ll Probably Never Be Activated As An Unstoppable Rogue Agent

This year, I turned 50 years old. As I celebrated with friends, family, and my incredible children, I found myself reflecting on my past and considering my future, the choices I’d made and the roads not taken. And in closing that chapter of my life, I realized something important: Turning 50 means finally accepting that you’ll probably never be activated as an unstoppable rogue agent.

And you know what? That’s okay.

As a young man entering adulthood, I remember feeling like my potential was infinite. Would I be attacked at my stifling day job by masked men and somehow take them all out with just a staple gun? Black out watching TV and snap back into consciousness to find myself sprinting across the top of a bullet train? Would I pick up the phone one day, hear a voice rasp “Virgo Rising,” and suddenly remember all 71 of my confirmed kills as an asset of the Erebus Foundation? It seemed like a matter of time before the world would take note of my talents and give me my due, or send the very protégé I’d trained to liquidate me once and for all.

But growing older meant facing reality, bit by bit trading the lives I’d imagined for the life I was actually living. Every time I checked my balance at an ATM without a conditioning-activating trigger word flashing across the screen was a reminder that ambition had its limits. Every time I was mugged without me effortlessly snapping the thief’s wrist with reflexes I never knew I had, I had to acknowledge that it probably wouldn’t happen the next time, either. And as my body got stiffer and my mind more stubborn, the prospect of discovering a cache of fake passports and experimental handguns behind a false panel in my freezer began to seem, more than anything, like a hassle.

As time goes on, though, you come to realize that living the life you’ve built is more than a fair trade for never putting a bullet between the eyes of the Russian scientist who made you a living weapon. It turns out those youthful fantasies of fame, glory, and an entire control room realizing they’ve tracked your signal to their own building just can’t compare to the joy of your daughter’s laughter, or the satisfaction of a hard-won promotion. And while I may never kiss the only woman who claims to know everything they took from me, our knives at each other’s throats, I still get to wake up every morning next to my wife of 25 years, who is just as beautiful as the day I met her.

I’ve made a lot of memories in my 50 years, and while they may not have huge, unaccountable gaps triggered by a Frank Sinatra song, they’re mine, and I cherish them. Of course, I’ve considered the possibility that my whole easygoing-family-man identity is an implanted persona with false memories, a reward for years of bloody loyalty to the Ghost State. But until a council member attempts a coup and sends a Seraph squad of my own clones after me to clean up loose ends, what difference does it really make?

Now that I’ve made peace with my first 50 years, I can look forward to the next 50 without bitterness over never waking up speaking Mandarin or writing in Cyrillic without even realizing it. I’m sure life’s still got surprises up its sleeve for me, and even if my hidden past never destroys my hope for a future, I can’t wait to see what they are.

Thoughts on Wonder Woman that literally nobody asked for:

  • I loved the little girl and her face and everything she stands for omggg
  • That scene?? where antiope trains teenage diana?? and hippolyta enters all furious?? and these ~50~ year old sisters just fight and make up and agree?? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP MATE OHMYGOD
  • Okay but as brutal as it was to watch antiope die, for me it was actually worse to watch the beginning- where the bullet flies for the first time, and strikes an amazon who’s jumping behind diana- and diana realizes the true horror of what’s happening. 
    • Like to see the effects of war on this paradise island
    • was
    • heartbreaking
  • steve’s scene in those pools. I AM JUST——- [insert incoherent mumbling/sobbing/shrieking here]
  • Diana is innocent and shining and beautiful. I would totally die for her. She will make Steve believe in Ares with the strength of her own belief. That boat scene slayed me a thousand times over.
  • Coughs and slides into a puddle on the floor about diana saying, “baby” bc i have never seen such pureness EVAH it turned my skin clearer than a fucking transparent sheet of plastic.
    • just rip my heart out you little ball of wool and wanting and teeth, just tear it out, ohmygodddd
  • Also, ummmm, that scene. Right before Diana gets ice cream. bc there were sikh soldiers and SO MANY soldiers of color and I did not expect that but I was so glad to see them.
  • I- as much as I understand why steve and diana shared that night- didn’t really like it all that much. Honesttogod would’ve liked it better if they’d kissed on the tarmac. 
    • That said, the scene was shot. so. well. 
    • all dark and intimate and silent. PERFECTION.
    • Apologies to gifmakers though that scene must still be causing y’all nightmares lmao
  • “What I do is not up to you.”
  • ALSO ALSO ALSO: that scene where diana rides off with the horse- after the village- it was such a parallel to the scene in the beginning, where she’s a little girl and in the perfect world and everything is sunlit and bright and golden; but now diana’s raging and armored and fierce as any goddess, in a darker world; tired, and still, despite it all, lovely.
  • (Apparently if diana looks up and closes her eyes and thinks she’s at peace, everything will just become worse. This happens twice, jfc.)
  • “Maybe it’s not what you deserve.” 
  • “Maybe I don’t deserve it.”
    • Listen, I am many things but I am such a sucker for the way Steve Trevor doesn’t pin his hopes on Diana and walks away from her on that tower- he loves her; he does, but there’s no time for Diana’s crisis of faith here. And Steve tries to bring her back to him, but when she refuses- he has to go. He walks away. And he doesn’t hold it against her, because she’s from another world and another culture, but he doesn’t coddle her about it either.
    • And then Diana fights back and she fights forwards and Steve has faith in her even after all of it.
  • Diana knows paradise, okay? She knows paradise, she’s lived there for centuries. And Ares shows her this paradise and shows her what he plans and shows her what could be-
  • And Diana closes her eyes. Diana imagines.
  • And then Diana says, “I could never be a part of that.” and gives up her vision of paradise in favor of reality 
  • There was a meta talking about Diana wielding a sword and how it was the antithesis to her character bc it’s a masculine weapon and I’d just like to say that I went into this movie expecting to hate it and then that sword got fucking DESTROYED and it was such a cathartic moment
  • Chief and Sameer and Charlie resigning themselves to death. Together. Knowing there is no way out; deciding, eyes wide and open and hands clenched tight- they were shadows at the end, lit against flame, visible only through their silhouettes- and they just ripped up my heart into a thousand pieces I hate them all so much.
  • Chris Pine’s eyes have never been bluer than when he points a gun back at a cargo of bombs and swallows. He looked so young; looked so afraid; but he kept those blue eyes open and pulled that trigger and idk man but he is the son of my heart and I will never let him go, like ughhhh.
  • But tbph that scene where Isabel Maru’s mask rips off- was just. so- poignant.
    • beneath the plastic; beneath the half-human half-machine monstrosity that is isabel’s face; beneath this person who is a villain in the purest sense of the word- 
    • there is a scar.
    • there is fear, and loss, and just- mortality. 
    • And Diana sees, even in the depths of a grief deeper than anything she’s ever known, and she chooses not to kill Isabel. 
  • Diana chooses to kill Ares with his own power, which was an amazing choice. Also that scene where she fights him with the lasso on the rooftop? I will never get over it. NEVER.

So, like, this movie is fucking iconic and also fucking amazing and I am fucking ended ohmygod.

‘please don’t go’ + byeler

based off a one liner request sent by @eddiespaghettte !! thanks for sending!


basically what would happen if will hadn’t said “that’s my friend, mike” in That One Scene. mike is struggling to comprehend the fact that his friend has forgotten everything about him

“How about, uh…how about this guy here?”

A heavy weight was dropped into the depths of Mike’s gut as soon as Dr. Owens’ finger picked him out amongst the others in the small room, put on the chopping block with Will being the one to hold the rope. He kept his features thin at first, eyes flickering back to Will’s figure laid out on the pristine white bed. It took Will a moment for him to actually meet his gaze, head almost moving at a robotical pace until they were unambiguously looking at one another.

The doctor spoke again. Softly, carefully. “..You know who that is?”

Mike swallowed hard, pulling his hand from the warm sheathe of his dark blue sweater to bare a wave towards his friend, a hopeful smile pulling at his lips. Who was he kidding - Will had to remember him. They’ve been best friends since kindergarden. There’s no way the mind flayer had deteriorated his brain that much, right?

A second passed. Then another. Will simply gazed at him, his features slowly going from somewhat relaxed to slightly unreadable. His moss-colored eyes, strangely seeming darker than usual, blinked once. His lips stayed shut.

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #166 - Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Originally posted by saturdaynightmovie

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Mostly.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: DVD

This post is dedicated to the memory of Peter Sallis, who passed away while I was writing. The voice of Wallace, we’ll remember always the love he had for his dog and how he was crackers for cheese.

Originally posted by digitalcelluloidboy

1) Wallace and Gromit were the stars of three original short films published by Aardman animation before this movie was released. All of them were directed by this film’s director: Nick Park. All of them were nominated for an Oscar for best animated short film. The final two (“The Wrong Trousers” and “A Close Shave”) won that Oscar. Wallace and Gromit are icons of not only British animation but animation in general, yet this is their only feature film to date. Having said that…

2) According to IMDb:

Nick Park wanted the DreamWorks logo to play an epic theme, like something akin to Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (1977). He wanted audiences to think that Aardman had sold out to Hollywood, before the film reverts to the classic Wallace & Gromit theme over the opening credits. The intro was also one of the last scenes filmed.

3) As the opening credits play the camera pans across a series of family photos featuring the titular pair, telling it’s own little story in them. It’s actually a perfect way to introduce their relationship: Wallace’s love for cheese, Gromit’s sort of impatience with Wallace’s shenanigans, but also the deep friendship they have.

4) The vegetable shop in this film is called Harvey’s.

Originally posted by wish-for-the-moon

5) Peter Sallis as Wallace is a delightful treat.

Originally posted by sandowkm

Dreamworks originally wanted the performer - who had played the character since “A Grand Day Out” was released in 1989 - replaced by a bigger star. Nick Park firmly refused (casting Helena Bonham Carter and Ralph Fiennes in original roles to give Dreamworks this desire) and the film is better for it. Having a big name voice Wallace would be distracting. Sallis defined who Wallace was, playing the character until 2008′s “A Matter of Loaf and Death” (which is his last performance as the character). He brings with him a charmingly dimwitted yet sincere nature. There is no malice in Wallace, no annoyance. He is a totally warm and lovable character and I am grateful to Sallis for bringing that to him.

As I’m writing this I see that Peter Sallis has just passed away at 96. His agents announced, “It is with sadness that we announce that our client Peter Sallis died peacefully, with his family by his side, at Denville Hall on Friday 2 June.” I dedicated this post to his memory above but would be remise if I did not emphasis just how much of an impact he not only had on this series, but the world of voice over animation as a whole with his iconic character of Wallace.

6) Gromit is one of the finest examples of character animation ever.

Originally posted by casinoo

Gromit has the strongest personality of any character in the film without voice or even a mouth. His snark, his heart, his humor, who he is, is ALL in the eyes. In the movement of his eyebrows. It is truly remarkable when you think about it, especially considering how iconic a character he has become.

7) I have never related to a character as on this subject as deeply as I do with Wallace.

Wallace: “The fact is, I’m just crackers about cheese!”

8) Helena Bonham Carter as Lady Tottington.

Bonham Carter is one of the most sincere voice over performers I’ve ever heard, with her role in Corpse Bride just as delightful as in this film. There is no ego to Tottington, you don’t even think you’re listening to Bonham Carter. You are listening to the optimistic, earnest, trusting, kind, and sympathetic Lady Tottington and I think that works wonderfully.

9) Ralph Fiennes as Victor Quartermain.

Originally posted by the3deathlyhallows-blog

Like Bonham Carter, Fiennes is able to remove all sense of ego and just serve the character Victor is. No stranger to voice over work (notably The Prince of Egypt before this film), Fiennes is able to let loose and have fun with what is essentially a real dirt bag of a person. And although we may not like Victor we love to hate him and I credit both the filmmakers and Fiennes for making that possible.

10) The decision to go with the horror subgenre for this film is an interesting one. Much like how “The Wrong Trousers” felt like a Hitchcock movie, Curse of the Were Rabbit uses the established tropes of horror well by creating a unique atmosphere and having fun with its established tropes. A strong early example of this is when the priest in the film encounters the Were-Rabbit. He’s walking through a gloomy cemetery at night, hears a strange noise, goes into his church and then something is creeping up on him. Something we never really see. You could have opened the film that way and we would’ve understood what kind of tone it was aiming for.

11) There is also a lot of fine misdirection with the Were-Rabbit before the reveal towards the end. It is totally plausible and believable that it is one of Wallace’s rabbits run amok based on the way the filmmakers treat it, but also when you rewatch it you can easily see how the final twist works perfectly even if the filmmakers aren’t as in your face about it.

12) Like all Wallace and Gromit projects, this film has an incredibly strong sense of humor. The town meeting in the church is a wonderful example of this. From the organ player doing a, “dun dun dun!” after a startling statement is made, to this visual:

Strong visual and verbal humor are abound in a way which makes this film wonderfully funny.

13) I’m Gromit in this situation.

Wallace [after Quartermaine asks how they could catch such a big rabbit]: “With a big trap!”

Gromit: [Face palms.]

Townsperson: “By jove, he’s got it!”

[Townspeople start cheering.]

14) The lady rabbit trap is also another wonderful example of humor this film has. It is not only wildly creative but shows off some more of Gromit’s wonderful physical character.

Originally posted by allthingsgayandgeeky

15) While Gromit is alone waiting for Wallace to come back to the car we are given some surprisingly wonderful tension. The noises, the jumps, it is right out of a horror film and works wonderfully well.

16) Wallace transforming into the Were-Rabbit is wonderful. It’s straight out of the Wolf Man and a wonderful piece of animation. It is the big twist of the film: our hero is the monster! And the way everyone reacts to it is just hysterical.

17) They had to make this joke, didn’t they?

Victor [after the priest says the Were-Rabbit can only be killed with gold]: “Gold?”

Priest: “Yes. 24…carrot. [He chuckles].”

18) The rabbit Hutch turning into Wallace is absolutely fantastic.

Everything out of Hutch’s mouth is 1) a sped up version of Peter Sallis’ own voice and 2) a line that was either said earlier in this film or in a previous Wallace and Gromit. I think that concept is just hysterical and love that they included it in the film.

19) If you want to understand how wonderfully weird this film is, just consider this line.

Wallace [tearing up]: “Oh Gromit! I don’t want to be a giant rabbit!”

20) There are two jokes which I find straight up hysterical back to back.

Quartermaine [to the police officer]: “I don’t want to cause any panic, but the beast isn’t actually dead yet.”

Police officer [through his megaphone]: “The best isn’t actually dead yet?”

Quartermaine [after firing off a bullet to calm the crowd down]: “Now listen carefully. I’ve only got two [realizes he just shot off a bullet]…ugh, I’ve only ONE gold bullet left!”

21) I just love how THIS is what lets Lady Tottington know the Were-Rabbit is Wallace.

Originally posted by sandowkm

That hand gesture is so iconic for the character that even Hutch the rabbit spoofs it quite frequently.

22) The entire “Dogfight” between Gromit and Quartermain’s dog is an excellent showcase for how the series incorporates amazing action with wildly strong humor (as they did in the train chase in “The Wrong Trousers”). It is by far my favorite scene in the film, and when they have to insert another coin to keep going has my rolling with laughter.

23) The scene where the Were-Rabbit “dies” and turns back into Wallace is lifted directly from Lon Chaney Jr’s The Wolf Man and I just love that.

24) Of course cheese brings Wallace back and everybody has a happy ending.

25) I just need to get this out of my system:

(GIF originally posted by @marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer)

Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were Rabbit is another excellent piece of animation from Aardman studios. It has the warmth, humor, heart, and characters we’ve come to expect not only from the filmmakers but from the series itself. Peter Sallis SHINES as Wallace and the additions of Helena Bonham Carter and Ralph Fiennes works wonderfully well. It is an excellent piece of animation and filmmaking in general. And I would be regretful if I did not make one last dedication to the late Peter Sallis. He may be gone, but children and fans everywhere will always have the warmth of his voice through the character of Wallace.

Originally posted by g-i-f-s

Tumbleweed, Her #8 - [BAP] Noir!Au

The Mafia’s Son, The Fugitive: Moon Jongup

He wanted to run away.
He had been dreaming of the day where he is finally free from his father, and his wretched plans.
Jongup decided to live his life, his way.

Jongup didn’t want to be the mafia’s son.
Jongup refuses to be binded with the dark secrets his family is known for.

And because he was raised in discreet, there’s so few people who knew about his existence. The man his father was friend’s with, the Congressmen; his son, and Zelo was those few people Jongup had contacts with. His father’s underlings are not to speak with him. So Jongup was used to be with himself. The only friend he had was Zelo, but even that didn’t guarantee him, Zelo’s true intuition. Lee Jaehan had wealth, larger than the nation itself. And it was all for Jongup and the organization he was bound to lead.

But it was the throne that Jongup refused to reign.

On a fine morning of a dewy spring, Jongup was awake before everyone else, creaked before the door of the room he shared with Zelo. He was going to escape. Zelo sat up upon the door being open. “If you stop me…” Jongup threatened, and Zelo cowered. Jongup took his backpack, shut the door behind him, he turns sideway to see if there’s anyone watching. Like the tattoo on his neck, the compass, he will find his own way out.

He will escape this broken life, and live the life he wanted to live.

At dawn, his father’s men realized his disappearance. Jongup barely made it through the territorial barriers. He had never left Busan before, and he’s about to. Suited man started to flock the city, armed and with a laser-looking eyes, scanning people around, searching for a young men the boss wanted alive, no matter what. Jongup inhales deeply and sprinted towards a stopping bullet train. Without tickets, he jumps over the fences and sped through a flock of people getting out of the train and just enough time for him to enter, before the door flaps closes.

The men his father sent couldn’t detect him.

“I think he had escaped Busan!” The man told his father through a phone call. Lee Jaehan threw his phone to the concrete wall and it shattered into pieces upon contact to the marbled floor. Zelo stayed put and witnessed the whole ordeal without a word. “That insolent boy, always had the beef to do things his way!” Lee Jaehan roared and the shrilling voice made Zelo shuddered. What will Jaehan do, to the naming of the next leader ceremony, this coming month? With his sole heir to the ‘bloodied chair’ missing, how will he face his members?

Jongup hid in the bathroom marked ‘Out of Service’. He had no IDs, no certificates, nothing. He only brought himself some clothes, some money he stole from his father’s safe deposits, some flip-knife. His plans were going smoothly, so far.

He sat on the toilet seat for minutes, hours. Wondering about his next step. He knows his ‘family’ is getting closer with each passing second but with no exact destination, he was forced to ponder against the view of the dull, vandalized cubicle walls to decide his fate. And as though the God had things against him, it started to rain heavily. Jongup hesitated to step outside the only shed he had found–the train station, but thought that if he had stayed any longer, he would have been found.

The train station had just been surrounded by mysterious black cars and men in black suits. It didn’t take a lot for Jongup to realize that it was his father’s men. Jongup held his heart in his throat and leaped forward in the pouring rain, stepping on a muddy puddle in his wake. A dozen suited men, glances around the area to see a suspicious young men. One of them presses his finger into his ear piece and with the urgency in his voice, he alerted, “Zero sight. He probably had escaped.”

On the receiving end, Zelo sat huffed in his black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up his elbows and with a frustrated expression on his face, he rips off his ear-piece and threw it against the back of the front seat. He didn’t know what bothered him more– the fact that Jongup had successfully escaped the turf he had always wanted to be free from, or the fact that he had to waste his time, searching for Jongup, for him to take the position he had been eyeing for a long time.

Zelo was conflicted. He should be happy. He should be thankful that Jongup went out of his way to give him the position he had been trained for, for life. But he wasn’t happy. In fact, he was devastated. His life was set and he didn’t like it. But who will be there to save him? He knows Lee Jaehan doesn’t want him on top, how will Jongup’s disappearance will make any difference to the situation?

The rivals shall never know. Especially Himchan’s parents. Lee Jaehan will lose face. Without an heir, the clan is weak and can be taken over, at any given time. The news of Jongup’s disappearance will shake the dark market and for sure will exhilarate unnamed individual. Lots of unnamed individuals.

Jongup’s selfishness has brought him as far as his feet could take him. He woke up by the bus station, and with the sun peeking through the dawn clouds, he was back on his feet, heading to the city. Jongup knows that the only way to stay alive, to be in crowded places. At least then, they won’t be able to pull out a gun. Maybe they don’t have the intention to hurt him, but his father would be fine with his son, limping. His organization is more important than his son’s limbs. Jongup can prove that with the scars he had since young.

The dragon tattoos that slither around his back, the carving of Japanese kanji along his backbone and the scorpion on his right ankle. Jongup was ‘stained’. And as if that wasn’t enough, he decided to have a tattoo on his neck–a compass, and it was the only tattoo that defined him. Jongup fastened his bag tighter to his shoulders, and his eyes were wild, as to keep himself on his toes. He kept a steady but a haste pace, compared to others on that street. He stand out with his striking blue hair and as if he knows that will expose him, he quickly snatches a cap sold by the roadside when the seller wasn’t looking.

He placed them on and sped off, undetected.

But his luck ran out when a policemen noticed. They called out to him, “Hey!”

Jongup sprinted like no tomorrow. And because of his combat skills, and trainings, he easily snoop around the city. But the policemen were equally as good. Jongup had to smart his way out. And in an unfamiliar surroundings, he hesitated a lot. He goes into a busy street and headed west to a low-cost and congested apartment full of foreigners. He leaps off the rooftop, one building to another with the parkour skills he learnt from the TV. He rolls over the other building as the policeman couldn’t do the same. He accidentally placed his palm on sharks of broken glass as he tries to get up and charged ahead on the only door there.

But when he opened that door, another policemen was standing there and lunges a full-blown punch on the side of his lips. Jongup flown backwards with his back supporting the fall, barely. Jongup, born a fighter, got back on his two-feet as the policemen readies himself for a hand to hand combat. Jongup threw his bag to the side, and smirked. “…well, okay.” His eyes covered by the cap. The policemen couldn’t see his face.

Jongup is a skilled fighter. His punches were quick and precise and he always hits where it hurts the most. With just a set of punches, the policemen was grunting as he held his ribcage. The policemen then curled into a ball and whimpered, blood spilling out his mouth. Jongup wipes his blood with the back of his hand and retain his bag from the dirty floor of the rooftop and continued his uncertain journey.

He wiped his dusty face with his dusty hands and kept on walking through unfamiliar alley. And as he breezed through the semi-occupied street, he notices that the number of police officers were increasing. He hid behind an abandoned hawker stall to keep observing. One of the officer uncaps his cap and fastened them on as he starts speaking to his partner. They were both young, most probably rookies.

They wore glow in the dark vests in broad daylight. Their badge glints at the contact of the sun. Jongup peeled his eyes for an escape route. The longer he stays, the less the chance to escape. It looks like they will be securing the perimeters quite terribly soon. The officer threw his hand behind his neck and scratches them while pulling his collars down a bit. Jongup could see that there was a tip of what seems to be a tattoo.

Quite similar to his.

He didn’t waste a second but his actions prove to be suspicious because young kids pointed their fingers at him and alert the officers. And he was again, on the run. This time, the escape wasn’t as smooth. He kept tumbling over things, holes on the road, hustling through the unsuspecting crowd, falling over his own steps, as the officers came after him. His third fall was because he collided with an oncoming bicycle, he scratched his face, bruises already started forming.

But Jongup didn’t have time to slow down. He kept going. The journey dragged into the night, rain starts to drizzle down, and they’re starting to hurt the long abrasion along his forearm from the collision with the bicycle rider before.

Neon blinking lights on the side, turns on. It says ‘Pharmacy’. He dashed pass an old couple as they leave the said pharmacy. He climbed up the stairs in a hurry, knowing that the officers are behind him. He passed level after level of the apartment and with his enemies tailing him, he knocked on one of the doors there. He wanted to bang on them but thought that it would compromise him more. So he gave a subtle knock and thank goodness.

Someone opened their door.

You were surprised but Jongup fell at your doorstep. He was pale, bloodied and exhausted, he collapse to his knees and you had to pull his body in and shut the door behind you. Severed lips and abrasion covering his forearms, this person is enduring this much of pain. Scratches on his faded jeans suggests his long journey and it didn’t cross your mind that he might be dangerous. Compass tattoo on his neck. His electrifying blue hair. Who is this person.

The officers who went after Jongup, passes the door.

Jongup woke up to the view of an unfamiliar ceiling. He hiked in a sharp breath and he felt a digging pain in his chest every time he breathed. He came down with a fever shortly after and he couldn’t say a word. He was weak. The wounds caused by sharks of glasses that he set his palm on, had become infected and thus, made him ill. He didn’t sanitize it right away. You walked in with some medication and porridge. A glass of water in the tray for him.

He was feverish for days. And when you told him to see the doctor, he curls to his side, begging you that he won’t. Jongup’s only reason is because he would have been found if he did. His father has eyes and ears around the nation. Jongup realises that you held a name card a lot of time. And one day, you finally called that number. But when this person came, you told Jongup to stay quiet and act like he’s not here.

He didn’t understand but he was not in the position to ask more than he was offered. He was indebt with your kindness. But he knew that this Bang Yongguk isn’t just friends. The conversation suggests.

And Jongup knows one thing. That he sleeps better with you around. The absence of a mother-figure since young probably had made him tougher than he should have been. The lack of trust, growing up, must have made him desperate for a sense of security– all of which, you had generously given to him.

And as your relationship with him blossomed, he sheds his shell, bit by bit. And soon, he was crazy about you. He wanted to protect, to love, to nurture. To give back what he’s given. But you keep a million of secrets. Although the fact that he could have given up and settled with simpler girls out there, Jongup didn’t have the heart. Jongup’s heart wouldn’t let go of you.

He knows it when he sleeps last night, he heard whimpers next to the bed you shared. You were crying and you repeatedly say that you were sorry. “I’m leaving, Jongup. I can’t stay here.” You cries in whispers. “I can’t tell you anything more… the only that’s keeping you safe is that you don’t know anything.” You added.

Jongup woke up this morning to a kiss just like a whisper. An empty suitcase, and he knew that you were gone. But Jongup didn’t want to conclude anything until he spoke to the pharmacy you frequent to. But his options were running out when he saw the pharmacy closed. A week after that, two weeks after that… three. Jongup stared at the name card with Bang Yongguk’s name and he lunges out the main door of your apartment.

Yongguk didn’t necessarily welcomed him in a hug. In fact, he threw a punch across Jongup’s face the moment Jongup told him about your relationship with him. But it was the truth. You’re in love with Jongup.

Days gone missing: 117

Jongup stood at a train station he escaped from, many months before. And at the opposite side of the station he saw a disoriented and confused young lady with torn cloth at the shoulders. Her skin were scarred with abrasions. And Jongup was stunned. She ran her hands through her hair, and her tear-stained face were unmistakably, you.

You held on a black bag. Jongup’s heart paces rapidly. He wanted to jump over the barriers and get to you. You glide your eyes to each side thinking that you might be followed. You darted your eyes straight ahead and you saw him. “Jongup.” The name stuck on the tip of your tongue. Jongup eyes started to turn glassy.

“Where are you going!” He roared, desperately. Your eyes stinging from the pain of not wanting to blink, because you were afraid that if you did, he’s disappear. A child knocked you by your thighs, and you realised that you weren’t dreaming.

Jongup asked, “Why are you running away…”
You blinked and the tears fall on each side, “I was born to live this way. Bad man’s going to take me away,” you cried, fighting the noise from your surrounding. He was so close yet so far.

“I won’t let that happen to you! You know that, don’t you?!” Jongup begged.
You looked at him with pleading eyes. “I’m a very dangerous person to be with…” you whimpered. “I shouldn’t have loved you.” You added. “No–don’t say something like that. Please don’t say that.” Jongup’s feet passes the yellow line and the indicator buzzed so he had to step back. Trains from either side had started coming and stopping. But Jongup didn’t get on. Because he was certain that you wouldn’t get on.

But when both of the train passes, you were gone.

He hurried to ask the guards, “Where is that train going to…”

Pohang. They’re going to Pohang.

But no.

Your eyes were wild and your mouth was covered by hand. Your screams were muffled by the gloves. And towering behind you was… a blonde tall lad. “Now we know where he is, alert father.” Choi Junhong, no, Zelo, commanded his men.

Zelo made you as bait. He wants to bring Jongup home, no matter how wretched his methods are. All because he wanted recognition from Lee Jaehan. That was all he was concerned of. 

Next: Part 9

Great Chemistry (Part 7)

Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2,600

Warnings: Fluff, descriptions of wounds, angst, it gets a bit sexual 

A/N: The order and timing of these events aren’t going how I originally planned them but that’s totally okay. I ended up cutting out a part that I was like “nah thats TOO MUCH fluff things need to get crackin’”. So now we’re getting to the good parts. Not THE part yet, but still. This part is much shorter but I promise that when that upcoming scene happens it will be longer. I hope you like it! 


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From this trip I promise that this is the first of only two Train Posts, but the trains in Kita Kyushu were SO different from what I’m used to in here in Kansai! Satoshi said it’s because they’re run by JR West Japan - JR East only runs until Kobe. The insides were slightly old-fashioned and boxy (or they might have just been old) and one of the newer-looking ones even had a trash can and little tables next to the doors. I didn’t realize it til this post, but we were on trains from dawn to dusk!

“I’m not taking a bullet for you,” Keith started in an aggravated tone, “If I have time to jump in front of you, then your sorry ass has enough time to move out of the way.”
Lance stared at him in shock, his mouth opening and closing to retort. Keith ignored his indignant look and continued blocking the lasers used for training with his shield. Lance felt his face go red in anger. The absolute nerve on this boy. How dare he insinuate that he wouldn’t defend his own teammate? It was an outrageous claim, but it frustrated him nonetheless.
“That’s bullshit. Dios mío, Keith. I can’t believe-” Lance was cut short with a yelp of surprise when he felt a slight burn in his stomach. He felt the familiar sensation of dropping down the dark chute out of the training room, and realized Keith was being serious.

He wouldn’t take a bullet for him, just as he had not in the training room.

He felt tears spring to his eyes, and an ache in his chest that he couldn’t pinpoint. He sat outside the training room with a dark look upon his face. He was unable to look Keith in the eye when his body was the next to fall through the chute, and landed next to him. He idly wondered if Keith had jumped in front of one of them to save them, and maybe it was Lance himself that was the problem.

If it had been Pidge, Hunk, or Shiro, he would’ve known it was a joke. He would’ve been used to the endless teasing, and probably would’ve laughed. He would’ve managed to create a witty comeback and probably would’ve forgotten about the moment entirely.
But it was Keith.
The two of them had been arguing nearly the entirety of the time they’d known each other. And maybe, maybe Lance thought they were getting closer. Maybe he’d thought they were finally working well together as a team. Maybe he’d started to notice his sly smiles, and the way his laugh started deep in his stomach and bubbled out of his throat in the most obnoxious, yet endearing, way. So, maybe he found Keith physically attractive. But Keith’s words just proved that he wouldn’t be emotionally capable of sustaining a relationship with him. And he’s not sure he’d want to, anyway.

The rest of the team made it out of the training room unscathed. Shiro sent a filthy glare in their general direction, and motioned for them to follow him. He told the rest of the team to go ahead to dinner, and thanked them for their hard work.

“Keith,” Shiro began, “I’m not sure what you said, but it obviously upset Lance.”
Keith immediately stiffened and looked at the ground, a deep blush invading his features.
“Lance,” Shiro continued in the same scolding tone, “You have to understand that Keith says things without thinking. A habit you both share.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before muttering, “Go eat dinner. You can’t allow your petty rivalry to get in the way of training or, more importantly, during a battle.”
With that, he stalked off. Keith looked up, his violet eyes meeting Lance’s briefly, before looking at the ground again. His lips parted and he took a breath, as if he were going to speak, but then he walked in the opposite direction of Shiro, toward his room.
The embarrassment and sadness Lance had been feeling moment’s before, blew up into red-hot anger. He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. He composed himself before spinning on his heel, and heading to the dining hall.

By the time Lance had finally fallen asleep, Keith was waking up. It was way too late to be going to sleep, and way too early to be getting up, but despite this, Keith cautiously walked out of his room and made his way down the hall. Maybe exercise would help clear his head. He’d been mentally cursing himself for his harsh words since they happened. He’d never seen that flash of hurt across Lance’s face before, and he couldn’t believe he had been the cause of it. The last time he’d seen Lance this upset was an accident. Lance had been toying with a projection of Earth in the control room. Keith had been ready, defenses up, to make a remark. But as he stepped closer, he had seen the fresh, hot tears slipping down his face. That had been the first time they’d hugged, or really talked to each other for that matter. And Keith guessed it was going to be the last time as well.
He was grabbing his gear for training when the alarm blared through the ship. He watched as the half-asleep paladins stumbled through the process of slipping on their suits and grabbing their gear. He didn’t miss the extra bags under Lance’s eyes or his sluggish walk. Shiro gave Keith a quizzical look when he saw he was already prepared, and completely awake, but Keith just shook his head.

The heat of battle had always been exciting for Keith. He loved the adrenaline, the sweat, the electric feeling that rushes through your veins. He smirked as his blade easily cut into yet another alien hybrid. It wasn’t long before the army they’d been warring against had dwindled down to what Keith assumed was ten or so.
Then he spotted it.
A lone alien sported the corner of a strange looking building, the aim of his gun pointed directly at Lance.
“LANCE!” he screamed. Panic overtook him and he surged forward. He rammed right into Lance, and immediately felt the stinging sensation of something going through his back. He watched in awe as the beam of light protruding from his stomach disappeared. He fell to his knees and grit his teeth. He was not going to cry.
But it hurt.
It hurt, real bad.
The voices swarming around him dimmed out. It was as if he was sinking underwater, their voices becoming warbled, distant. His body felt as though it were liquifying. He picked out Lance’s voice among the paladins. He was cursing colorfully, creating a long string of swear words. “You said you wouldn’t do this,” was the last thing he heard before the world faded to darkness.

K and I learned how to shoot guns today. It was interesting. And by interesting, I mean “loud”.

There was some helpful safety training beforehand. But it missed the most important part, which is that the gun will eject the spent bullet casing in a random direction. Somehow I managed to live in a “gun culture” and watch a bunch of action movies without realizing this was a thing. When you’re firing a gun for the first time and really nervous, and a bullet-shaped thing shoots out of the back of the gun and hits spectators in the face, this is NOT a minor point that you can forget to warn people about, even if it turns out to be nothing and everybody laughs that you were so worried about it.

Otherwise everything went okay. I think if I ever have to write a story involving guns, I can use words like “magazine” without sounding ridiculous to people who know what they’re talking about. I think the friend who brought me was expecting that this was going to be some sort of revelatory experience where I realized that Guns Are Your Friends and so gun control was a vile lie, but I feel like if guns were *really* my friends then the person who held one at a slightly different angle than everyone else would not have had a big security guy run up to him and freak out and yell at him until he changed the angle back.

Also, Ada Palmer (author of Too Like The Lightning) was at the shooting range and I got to get a picture with her!

Under the Mistletoe (Underfell Poth)

Because I love Underfell Poth

So here’s this short story for Christmas haha cringe material 

Also I saw this writing prompt: “Person A hanging 3 pieces of mistletoe in literally every room of their house because they need excuses to kiss Person B.” And I thought it was cute and because Fell!Palette is a sly bastard 

The originals won’t appear here so me and my lazy butt decided to call Fell!Goth Goth and Fell!Palette Palette because adding in the ‘Fell!’ part takes too much time

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anonymous asked:

Ahh I really like your blog >_< could I request chobobros with an idol s/o? Like one who has a cutsy song and fashion style like love live or even idolm@ster for example?

A/N: Idols are my jam! I’m still waiting for the Utapri one to come out lmao. I went a little broader and decided to cover the other aspects of being an idol

Chocobros with a Idol!S/O:


  • Doesn’t really let it bother him, as he’s always been the center of attention, what with being the King’s son and all
  • But he’s always supportive of their S/O to the point where he visits them at every concert with roses in hand.
  • He’s become a common sight backstage to the point where the other singers and dancers are comfortable talking to him like they’re all friends
  • ‘Oh hey Noct, Y/N’s just about done grilling us, give her a sec.’ ‘You want anything? Water, Ebony, toast?’ ‘Yo Prince, we have some new costumes in, wanna see?’
  • He thinks his S/O looks great in everything but trust me when I say the Punk Rock outfits make his jaw drop a bit
  • S/O probably wrote a bunch of pop songs about him and sings them often during her concerts wearing the punk rock outfits that are actually vaguely his old clothes but modded
  • One time he ended up forced onto the stage by the crew and they played out this whole impromptu scene where his S/O is so shocked about the Prince being a fan of hers and gives him a kiss in front of the audience.
  • Needless to say, the rumor mill starts speeding at the speed of sound
  • Totally into rock and punk music


  • He probably was your fan before he even knew that you doubled as an idol (*insert hannah montana jokes here*)
  • He’s super excited when he finds out
  • He helps you with ideas for themes for the costumes and songs, always complimenting you on everything you wear
  • But be warned: never show him a June bride themed outfit
  • This chocoboy will cry because omg you look so beautiful i cant wait until we get married for real i MEAN UH YOU LOOK GREAT BABE
  • Dorky boy would help with training to build stamina and stuff, he’d offer to take you jogging with him in the morning
  • Has a thing for the June bride outfit and also the super cute animal themed one, especially if its a chocobo-themed one (something *kinda* like what Chocolina wears) or a dog theme
  • I expect a lot of love ballads written about him, will totally help you practice anything with super upbeat music too


  • Doesn’t mind. He’s not one to really follow celebrities too much.
  • He’s still just as supportive as the others
  • Often ends up being dragged into seeing his S/O model her costumes (not that he complains, especially if they’re feeling frisky *shot*)
  • Being the King’s Shield, he wont have too much time to see the concerts but he’ll go as much as he can
  • He’s really into the fast-paced pop songs that you can work out to.
  • Really into helping you get that stamina training up. He’s not too great at the musical part because he cant hit any of the high notes past maybe a high d (which is still kinda deep thanks to his voice)
  • Huge supporter of any animal themed outfits, also anything that shows off a lot of skin.
  • Don’t ever mention a cup noodle one. Ever.
  • Totally into Rock and Roll, but also enjoys it when you sing quiet stuff that’s easy to read to.


  • Knew from the start. He had to, its his job
  • Is super helpful with costumes and singing lessons, often helping you put more extravagant touches than you thought would be needed but then you realize ‘holy shit i DID need that lace border on the bodice Ignis you’re a genius’
  • Not to mention he’s pretty strict about training sessions
  • He knows how to maintain his composure throughout training and when handling the media.
  • He’s always doing his best to see most of your concerts, with him bringing you flowers for after to congratulate you on a job well done
  • His favorite costume? He likes the june bride theme but he’s also quite taken to any elegant styles, like the ones that end in trains for the skirts
  • He’s all about those power ballads and likes listening to any instrumentals of your music.

- Mod Tissa

Karamel Ultimate Wishlist

We’ve been blessed by Supergirl 2x13 for all of the Karamel sweetness we got. But as a hardcore and crazy (and probably obsessed) person when it comes to Karamel; meaning never fully satisfied about all things Karamel, so I made a Karamel wishlist consisted of scenes or act or dialogue or descriptions of simple gestures (literally everything) that I really hope to see on the next upcoming episodes.

There are things that us Karamel shippers - generally, and I - especially, wanted to see in the next upcoming episodes. So here’s to your review, I present to you the Karamel Ultimate Wishlist

*PS: it’s a long list, and I’ve tried to gather as many as I can from you, but if I missed something you are so welcome to reblog and add some of your own Karamel wishes. so we can checklist ‘em altogether!

What I* want to see happen next :

□ Set after 213, they’re waking up on the couch hugging each other
□ Cuddling on that couch!
□ Morning kiss(es)
□ Can I just wish they have a Karamel waking up on the bed scene - maybe with a shirtless Mon-El, that’d be AWESOME! 😍😍
□ Another Karamel breakfast with pancakes
□ Mon-El cooks breakfast for Kara - BONUS* : wearing an apron, and he is shirtless
□ Kara introduces Mon-El as her boyfriend, and vice versa
□ Mon-El bringing Kara flowers
□ Smitten Kara
□ Karamel “for good luck” like-in-the-comic kiss
□ Casual hello and goodbye kisses*
□ Make-out session on the couch
□ Make-out sesh on the bed
□ Heavy makeout session on the couch
□ Heavy makeout sesh on the bed
□ Heavy hot steamy sexy makeout sessh. Period. #ItllBeTheDeathOfMe #ButIMeanHowCanTheyNotHaveOneTheTensionsAreCrazy
□ Another hungry passionate kiss scene
□ A HUG - that is really tight, close, and comforting*
□ Intense eye contact their signature eyes-fucking-game
□ Heated communication through intense eye contact*
□ Silent communication between the two of them in a room with plenty of other people*
□ Alex reverse that “look at you, love ray!” to Kara 😍
□ They’re kissing and Mon-El was trying to open the door to her apartment with his lips attached to hers, they continue their hungry kiss, she started to discard his jacket and he took off hers, but they stopped immediately to be greeted with Alex *cough cough* who sits on the couch with this certain “wow” look on her face

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Don’t tell me no!

tw: homophobia, xenophobia, neo-nazi talk at the end (spoiler they get punched)

Alex Danvers has a history of making what some would call risky and/or incredibly dangerous situations.  A long history in fact.

For instance, all throughout high school she spent many days sitting outside the principal’s office. For what? Well for fighting of course. She couldn’t figure out what her parents expected of her, or rather her mom anyway. Eliza told her, ordered her to take care of and protect Kara.  So, what exactly was she supposed to do? Sit back and watch another popular douchebag or bitch try and hit her sister and then wince in pain. After all, her parents had pounded into her the importance of keeping Kara’s identity and abilities a secret. So, she did what she had to. She would walk up to the person terrorizing her sister grab their arm and push them back.  She may have learned advanced survival and defensive skills through DEO training but that wasn’t the first time she’d learned to defend herself.  She always heard Kara in the background shouting Alex no, stop. You’re gonna get in trouble. But she didn’t care. It was her job to protect Kara. If she got in trouble for doing that, well then at least she got to release some of her pent-up anger.

There were many other instances of these back and forth “Alex no/Alex yes” arguments. Sometimes they were between her head and heart. Like when she met Maggie.  The first thing she remembered feeling was the biggest desire to just be near Maggie. She wanted to talk to her as much as possible, learn as much about her as possible. She thought it was just because Maggie was a badass detective who loved motorcycles and aliens. So, when Maggie suggested that she was into girls, it was a shock to her system to say the least.  This exchange along with the conversations that followed involving Alex admitting that yeah, ok, yeah maybe she was slightly, a little bit, into girls. This admission took her to Kara. To whom she talked. And talked. And talked. Kara was 100% eager and ready to listen to everything Alex had to say. But when she heard Alex talking herself out of her new found sexual identity, she knew she had to put a stop to it.  Kara had to make sure that Alex stopped putting her life on hold. And she told her just that.

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the best of friends

Originally posted by jeongyeon

Friends turning to lovers isn’t rare at all, but it can be touchy when both friends happen to be girls.

Genre: Fluff/Angst
Word Count: 900-ish

Sana didn’t like the way her hands started to shake around you. She didn’t like the way her voice started to tremble whenever you smiled at her. She didn’t like the way that you never let on to wanting to be anything but your best friend.

It’d been years since you’d become friends. It was effortless, it was easy, it was just gals being pals. You bonded over silly TV shows and your favorite snacks, like all kids do. However in the past few months, a different kind of feeling showed up just as effortlessly. Except this time it wasn’t something that all girls feel. Not all girls fall in love with other girls. But Sana did.

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i have pushed back all i am doing, just to get this idea out of my head, literally speeding everything like a bullet train. Whether if i am going to regret doing this out, at least now i can concentrate going back to what i am doing. AHHHH SANSAKA you are killing me. 

Now IH2 is going on, and we realize ever since the snow mountain date, this duo never even hung out or even called each other to talk until the Akihabara incident. Although i never wanted Sohoku to lost in IH2 (FIGHT SOHOKU! PROTECT YOUR CROWN!), this speed comic occurs when the duo finally meet up to race outside IH2 for the first time without the help of the mountain god. 

Hakogaku ‘regains’ its title, and Manami won the peak battle with Onoda in IH2. Of Manami’s (perhaps OOC ) thoughts and Onoda becoming more of a  shounen MC. Not really much of a writer.:P

You have to use the computer to see it enlarge and read the handwritten text (i hope its readable) Enjoy and Watanabe-sensei, can’t wait to see what happens next in IH2.

And a special thanks to Ravulatte for her wonderfully written breakdown of Manami post IH1 that helps me write the text. 


Retrospective 53 Minutes   (Hiroshige No.36 ~ Neo Super-Express)

—English fanlyrics—

Maribel: asa-turney

Renko: lori-hime

(Keep it running on~)  All on board, all on board.

One big city’s what we’re heading toward.

We can get there quick, one short haul–

Not much of a journey after all.

(Sigh…)  I’m so bored. I’m so bored!

Through this window is a dull, dull world.

It’s a made-up scene, no appeal,

Drawn up in a technicolor seal.

Look at how the blue coast rolls, mountains rise,

Crows fly over in the nearby skies–

But it’s all so fake.  Is that so?

And if it were real, would you know?


    – “I wish we could take the line above ground and see real scenery, Renko.”
   “I know, I know.”

We’re trapped in this kaleido-screen…

    – “Whoa, what’s the matter Merry? That look on your face.”
   “All of a sudden, I feel something strange…”

There’s bound to be a better scene…

Run due east, run due east,
Cross that capital to make our peace.
Till the Sun due west clears our mind,           (Bound, we are bound for the end of the line~)
Gaze on back at what was left behind.
Is it one straight line, first to last?                  (All bound to be bound for the end of the line~)
Split this track into a brand new past…

                                                                               (Unbound, turn around at the end of the line~)

                                                                               (A retrospective, back in time…)

(Keep it running on~)  Let’s run east, let’s run east.

                                       Just keep running, at the very least.

                                                If we’ve made it here, next go there–

                                                      Let’s go!  Destination:  anywhere…!

                                                                         All on board… catch our ride–

                                                                     Shift gears swiftly to the other side.

                                                                  On a train of thought, watch us run–

                                                              My my, a conductor’s life is fun!

                                                   Station number fifty-three~ fifty-three~

                                           Count up all the sights we hope to see!

                                     When the number rings, seize our prime,

                               Roll in at the designated time!

                            Keep it running, right on track~ right on track~

                               There’s no ticket to be going back!

                                      Hanging on that rail, don’t you fall!

                                               It’s our kind of journey after all!

                                                         Now approaching:  final stop~ final stop~

                                                                  Past our terminal for getting off.

                                                                           As we take this step,    mind that gap.

                                                                                    We’re here!  Off the border of the map…

Just watched the BTS Daily Denny Interview and...

K I M  N A M J O O N 

I don’t know if he could telepathically sense that I was depressed on my non-existent love life or if it was some god-sent perfect timing but oh man his words hit me like a bullet train. First of all, it’s surprising that the members themselves also have feelings of loneliness and want a significant other to spend time with. Not that it’s surprising that they have the desire to date in general, BUT that RM confirmed it vocally. It made me realize that even BTS have these types of emotions sometimes, that they are human. That I’m not the only one in the world that is craving a relationship from time to time. And the fact that Namjoon himself feels that it is important to love one’s self just as much as loving others. And I’m still searching for that, I’m still searching for self love and I WANT to be able to be proud of who I am both physically and mentally and be able to transfer that love to another person. I thank Kim Namjoon for those words and for reminding not just myself but other ARMYs as well to LOVE YOURSELF. 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you can make a alternate/happy ending of the interview (if you don't mind.) That story has been stuck in my head and I'd love to read another version of it. :)

Oh, I’d love to! I did like the idea then, and the format I was trying to reflect based off the film I was inspired by. (Its name is Jackie, I thought the film was rather good, here’s a link to the trailer if you’re interested!)

Also if anyone else hasn’t read the original version of Interview, I suggest you read that first.

Thank you and have an incredible day!


You sat beside the hospital bed, a hand wound about your husband. 

However, for once, there was no comforting thumb rubbing your knuckles, or gentle smile on his face.

Because he was asleep.

A coma, specifically. 

He’d been this way for weeks. 

But he’d been becoming responsive. 

It had even been recorded by medical staff.

A small squeeze of your hand when you cried.

A few murmured words when you spoke.

He was getting better.

He had to be. 

Your thoughts were interrupted, by a nurse, her voice soft.

“Mrs. Han? There’s a reporter here to see you.” 

“I thought…I thought I asked for no reporters.” You hummed, rubbing at your tired eyes.

You had hardly gotten a wink of sleep.

“Yes well…he was sent by your father in law. Mr. Han wanted some sort of update while he’s away and Mr. Jung was the closest in the area.” 

“Is that verified?” You asked, hesitance apparent in your words. 

“Yes, Mr. Han called us this morning to let us know.” She sighed. “He also believed…it may help you.” 

You scrunched up your nose, sitting up awkwardly. “N-No more than a few questions.” 

“Of course.” 

There was a period of silence before the journalist arrived that you couldn’t help but feel another wave of exhaustion crash over you, your body weak.

It wasn’t the type of exhaustion caused when you didn’t sleep, though.

It was the kind from when you felt drained. 

You had cried until your face seemed engraved with permanent tear stains. 

Your body was seemingly weighed down with cinder blocks, each step heavier than the next. 

Your grief swelled inside of you as though you may burst, your hope muddling with weary aches. 

“Mrs. Han?” An oddly bright voice chimed in your ears. 

You turned to see a young man, his hair disheveled and wrapped into a loose bun with strands slipping over his muddy eyes. 

You didn’t know entirely how to react when his lips stretched into a smile. 

A smile was refreshing, most of the time.

But not now. 

He understood immediately, anxiously clearing his throat as he approached you, reaching out a hand. 

“I’m sure the nurse already told you about me but I’m Jung Byeon.” 

You slowly took it, dipping your head lightly. “MC.” 

He pulled up a seat, sitting down beside you, tapping his notepad as though he was excited. 

That wasn’t appreciated by you. 

“So, what…exactly happened?” 

You narrowed your eyes, raising a perplexed brow. “What…? I-Isn’t it a-already all over the n-news?” 

“Well, a version of it. Mr. Han specifically requested to hear it from your point of view. Knowing that you were closest to your husband at the time.” 


The memories had sat in your mind, hints and reminders haunting you every moment it could.

You knew it better than you knew yourself. 

“I-It…It might give you some…closure as well to talk about it.” He remarked. “Think of me as like a friend, I’m just here to help.” 

You took a deep breath, soaking in his words. 


“So, would you be able to describe to me what happened?” 

You had been standing beside your husband, the two of you happily talking in the early morning before he had to attend one of his meetings. 

Your hands were entwined, you yourself pressing close against him, a dazed expression painting your face. 

“We were together early in the morning.” You felt a faint grin appear as you thought of him. “We’re almost always together. It’s nice to always have someone by your side. I-I hadn’t even thought that anything was off.”

You were too preoccupied to notice the figures upon the roof. 

Your frown quickly reemerged. 

“Do you have any idea as to why the perpetrator was after him?” 

“N-no, he’s the kindest, most considerate person I know!” You insisted. “I-I mean he can be cold b-but…he’s never needlessly aggressive. He’s polite with clients and coworkers. I-I can’t imagine anyone truly wanting him dead.” 

“They’ve stated it had to do with his business as a whole. Moreso what he represented than who he was. And what he represented was wealth and power, something many people want” 

“He didn’t deserve that.” You replied sharply. “H-He didn't’ deserve any of this. He didn’t choose to be born into the life he has! None of us get to choose for the environments we were raised in, so why do so many act as though he wanted any of this?” 

“I don’t know,” Jung mumbled. “I’m sorry.” 

You felt anger pour from your fingertips, drawing about you as though you were paper. 

“T-That bullet sounded like a train.” You said, your tone trembling. “The whole s-situation was like watching someone be pushed in front of a train.” 

“How so?” 

“I-It all goes by too fast for you to process at first. All you hear is a w-wailing, a-and s-screeching until it all comes to this horrible realization.” 

You had just assumed it was a car or something of the sort. 

Until you heard the breath be snatched from Jumin, a short, desperate gasp erupting from him before his body collapsed against you, sloppily pushing you behind him. 

“H-Honey?” You had switched your head back, a horror smashing into you as you found his eyes wider than dinner plates with surprise as blood dribbled from his mouth.

And as well, from the side of his head. 

His grip had tightened on you suddenly, as though some sort of attempt to shield you, or hide you away. 

He opened his mouth to speak, barely coherent words rasping from him. 

You could hardly believe what he was telling you. 

“And what did he say?” 

“Are you okay?” He asked as you drew him down to the ground, his strength dispersing from him in moments. 

You set his head in your lap, ignoring the security that raced about frantically. 

His blood was smearing against you.

His blood. 

He was bleeding. 

You threw off your jacket, covering the wound, refraining from breaking into furious sobs as you saw the bits of flesh dangling helplessly to his head. 

This shouldn’t be happening. 

Why was this happening?

“Are you okay, love?” He wheezed again, his eyes rolling towards you. 

“I-I’m fine!” You cried, tipping your head in the crook of his neck. “Y-You’re going to be fine too! I’ll make sure of it! O-Okay?” 

And you swore, after hearing you assure him, he grinned.

It was a small, feeble grin.

But one nonetheless.

“He held my hand, t-the entire time.” You felt the tears spill down your cheeks again, your chin quivering. “It’s l-like I was his lifeline.” You huffed. “And I’m not letting go until I see him awake! U-Until he’s okay!” 

“You care very much-” 

“I love him!” You snapped. “He’s everything to me!” 

“Well, what do you plan to do if he doesn’t wake up?” 

Your breath hitched. 

You were silent for a bit, before scowling.

“He’s going to wake up.” 

“There’s no guarantee.” 

“He’s been showing response signs! He’s expected to wake up-” 

“Expected doesn’t mean for sure-” 

“You need to leave.” You snarled. “Now.” 

“Ms. Han-” 

“Leave. Now. Please.” 

Jung opened his mouth to speak but clamped his mouth shut as he began to scramble to his feet. 

“Yes ma’am.” He returned. “T-Thank you.” 

You were silent. 

You didn’t dare move until you heard his steps fade away down the hall. 

You wiped at your face, turning back towards Jumin. 

You squeezed his hand, laying your head on the mattress. “I’m staying here. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you.” 

And to your utter surprise. 

You got a response. 

It was dry, yet each word was laced with a tenderness that could only come from him.

“I’m not leaving either darling.”