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BTS deserved someone like Zach. An interviewer who didn’t treat BTS as a viral group or ‘trend’, but as a group that worked hard to be were they are now. Thank you Zach, truly. You are the man we were waiting for. 💜💜💜

Hold Me Tight Or Don’t, Feat. Soukoku

 I never really feel a thing
I’m just kinda too froze
You were the only one
That even kinda came close

And when your stitch comes loose
I want to sleep on every piece of fuzz
And stuffing that comes out of you

I took too many hits off this memory
I need to come down

I got too high again
When I realized I can’t not be with you
Or be just your friend
I love you to death

I just can’t pretend
We were lovers first
Confidants but never friends
Were we ever friends?

Cause I’m past the limits

The distance between us, it sharpens me like a knife 

I’m pretty sure that this isn’t how our story ends

Another day goes by
So hold me tight
Hold me tight or don’t

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anonymous asked:

prompt: any Dirk angst about Priest and the first time he captured Dirk? Either set when Dirk was a kid or during later in s2 where he inevitably sees Priest again?

I’m all for kid!dirk angst.

and boy did this turn out to be angst.


Svlad’s throat was sore from screaming.
He didn’t know how long they’d been driving, how long he’d been stuffed in the back of this van, but it felt like forever. He started to feel like the van would never stop.
A voice came through the wall between him and the driver’s seat.
“Seriously, kid, shut up! No one but us can hear you and it’s getting real annoying.” Said one of the guys that had dragged Svlad into the van.
He did not stop screaming. He screamed for his mum, he screamed for help, he screamed for God to help him. But nothing happened. The van kept going in a steady pace, taking Svlad further and further away from everything he knew.
The van had stopped for periods of time, took weird turns, gone up weird ramps and Svlad kept waiting for him to be let out.
Eventually, he wasn’t able to scream anymore. No voice would come out when he tried. His throat hurt and his face was swollen from tears.
What did he do to deserve this? It wasn’t his fault he was different from other people? He never asked for it? He tried to be normal, he did. He’d promised to be good, he promised his mum he would be good. He wasn’t given the chance.
Svlad didn’t know how much time had passed, but by the time the van came to its final stop, his stomach hurt from hunger and he felt incredibly tired, like all energy had been drained from him.
The door to the van opened suddenly and the light hurt Svlad’s eyes.
A man with cold eyes and an evil smile stood before Svlad.
“Welcome home, project Icarus.” He said.
“What?” Svlad croaked.
“This is Blackwing. This is where kids like you belong.” The man said and leaned in to the van to grab Svlad by the arm.
“Where’s my mum?” Svlad asked, trying to lean away from the man’s touch but the man was strong. He forced Svlad out of the van.
“You don’t have to think about her anymore. She sure won’t be thinking about you.” The man replied and started dragging Svlad towards a grey building. He tried to take in his surroundings in case he could get away from the man. Svlad felt like a heavy rock was placed on his heart when he realized he wasn’t in England anymore.
“Wh-what?” Svlad asked.
“Your mother told us to take you here. She didn’t want you around. Why would she? This is your home now.” The man said and punched in a bunch of numbers into a machine and the doors to the building opened with a loud ringing noise.
“She’s not your mother. Not anymore. This is your new life.” The man said and gestured around the facility they had entered. There was a lot of grey walls, long hallways and weird, too artificial smells. The hallway was cold. Men in white coats watched through a window as the man dragged Svlad further down the hall.
“W-why?” Svlad asked, fresh tears forming in his eyes. His arm had started to hurt from the way the man was gripping it.
“Because you’re not normal. You cause trouble for normal people. You belong here, where we can keep an eye on you.” The man replied.
“I won’t cause trouble, I promise, I-“
“Yes, yes you will. You’re dangerous, Svlad. It’s not fair for other people. With you here, normal people are safe.” The man interrupted.
Svlad let out a sob. He’d heard that he was different his whole life, but dangerous? Was he really? Was his mum scared of him? Is that why she let those men take him away? Is that why she didn’t love him anymore?
The man stopped in front of a door with a weird symbol on it. It was a big diamond shape with a smaller circle inside it and a horizontal line across it.
“This is your room.” The man said and pushed Svlad in.
The room was dark and cold. It smelled like chemicals. There was a small bed, a cabinet and a table with a single chair. And nothing else.
“You might wanna sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day.” The man said and turned to leave.
“Why? What’s tomorrow?” Svlad asked in a shaky voice.
The man smiled in a way that made Svald’s stomach turn. “Your first experiment.”
“My what?” Svlad whispered.
“You’re different. We want to figure you out.” The man said then his expression turned more threatening than any Svlad had seen before. “And I do suggest you help us to. You don’t want to know what happens if you don’t cooperate.”
Svlad whimpered. He felt hot tears make their way down his face again. He was afraid of many things; the dark, spiders, monsters under the bed… But he had never been afraid of anything as much as he was of this man.
“Please, just let me go, I promise I’ll be good.” Svlad begged.
“I can’t do that, Svlad. You’re a monster. This way people are safe and you can be useful. We can make you useful. This is the only way.” The man replied. “And stop crying. It’s annoying.” He added.
Svlad tried his best to make the tears stop. He held his breath, trying to control the sobs. He was shaking. This couldn’t be happening.
“Why are you doing this? Who are you?” He whispered.
The man smiled again. “You can call me The Priest.” He said and slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Svlad alone in the cold, dark room.
And during the next decade or so, in that cold, dark room little Svlad would disappear and project Icarus would take his place.


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Take My Hand…

Cullrian, Da Capo verse
Fluff for @sallyamongpoison

Inspired by this cover by Twenty One Pilots


It was… well, it surely wasn’t anything that Cullen would have done normally, not any more. He was familiar with playing the crowd of course, but the crowd was usually contained within a venue and had shown up to listen to him. Or, at the very least, to patiently wait while his set concluded and they could listen to the bands they’d really shown up for. Either way… these days, he played crowds that expected to be played to.

This? This was altogether different. Different from the gigs he played now, and different from the busking he’d done when that’s all he could do. This had his palms sweating and his heart flip-flopping in his chest. He almost decided to call it off, to say what he wanted to say some other way, but then Dorian looked at him and smiled. That smile, warm and happy, strengthened Cullen’s resolve. In an instant, he was reminded that once, he’d been so very lost - floating out to sea, rudderless and without an anchor, under an inky black sky – and Dorian had found him. He’d reached a hand out and Cullen had taken it. And then he’d pulled Cullen up. Up and up he’d gone, to safety and light, grasping the same hand that held his now. He could do this. He could show Dorian that he meant just as much now as he had back then. More, if that could even be believed.

It wasn’t their platform, the one where all this began. Cullen hadn’t been able to orchestrate that, and anyway, the last time he’d played a train station was the last time he ever wanted to play a train station. Back then, he’d been playing for a second chance. That’s not what this was. This wasn’t about the pain of the past… this was about happiness and hope in the future, the promise he saw reflected back at him every single morning he woke with Dorian by his side.

And so, he’d do it. On their way home from the dinner they’d shared after Cullen got off work at the studio, on this random street, with these random people around to bear witness, he’d do it.

Dorian was distracted by the architecture of the storefronts they were passing by, saying something about how old they were and how important it was to preserve them, and what a travesty the tacky awnings were. Cullen didn’t really hear him, what he heard was the blood rushing past his ears as he stopped and pulled his guitar – the very same guitar that had once been all he’d had – from its case. Straightening up, he drew the strap over his head, and the weight was like an old friend. Calm fell and he waited.

Finally, Dorian turned. Cullen saw those bright eyes widen as one eyebrow shot up quizzically. His lips parted, breath drew in to ask the inevitable question, but Cullen put up a finger and then started to play.

Wise men say… only fools rush in
But I can’t help… falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can’t help falling in love with you?

He left his case behind and walked slowly towards Dorian, still playing, still singing. Somewhere inside, he was amused that he’d managed to render the man speechless. That didn’t happen often.

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Part of him was aware that the people walking by had stopped walking, had turned, were listening. Didn’t matter. Dorian was all that was in his world. Dorian was his world.

Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you

As the chords died and his heart swelled, he twisted the guitar around to his back in a practiced motion and held his hand out. Dorian took it. He took it every time.

“Every day,” Cullen said, voice thick with the raw emotion welling up. It threatened to spill over, would soon. “Every day, I fall in love with you all over again. I can’t… I can’t help it.”

Dorian smiled, and Cullen fell again. He hoped he’d never stop falling. He didn’t think he would.

An instant, and Dorian stepped forward, pressed his lips against Cullen’s, and Cullen could taste the salt of tears. He didn’t know if they were his or Dorian’s, but he knew them for what they were – love. Happiness. More than they could hold, so it leaked out in tears.

He had to catch his breath. They both did, so they stood there, quietly breathing, enjoying the warmth between them, foreheads pressed together as the people around them watched. Maybe some were smiling. Maybe some were crying, too. Didn’t matter, he’d done it. He’d said what he wanted to say. Well, most of it, anyway. There was still one more thing.

“Happy anniversary, love,” Cullen murmured through his smile, “I… hope this was ok?”

“You silly man,” Dorian teased as he wound his arms around Cullen’s neck, “It was perfect. You’re perfect. But…”

“But what?” Cullen asked, suddenly worried. He pulled back to study Dorian’s face. Had he done something wrong? Was this too much, out in public like they were?

“Play it again,” Dorian answered, voice barely a whisper.

His chest went tight and achy in the best way as Cullen blew a breath out through parted lips. He chuckled softly and kissed the tip of his husband’s nose before taking a half step back and pulling his guitar around again.

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you

Just hit 1000 words baby!!!

BTS @The Late Late Show
  • Some of the fans waiting in line before the show were being interviewed.
  • Fans were talking to James Corden and pointed out he was wearing a Gucci tie and mentioned that Tae would love it since he likes Gucci. James responded saying “Oh true because it looks like Gucci threw up on them”.
  • Jungkook was like a little kid and extremely pumped, he waved to the crowd before the first recording. Namjoon looked really proud.
  • James Corden took a selfie with the boys after they finished performing.
  • At the end of the second recording, Taehyung and Jimin were dancing with James.
  • Jimin kept laughing and hugging James, he looked like he was really enjoying himself. 
  • Jin sent James a flying kiss LOL
  • Taehyung was the last one to leave the stage, and seemed very excited to see all the fans.
  • Lastly, THE FANCHANTS were amazing (as we all saw) and the camera crew confirmed that the fans were louder than when 1D performed.

Sources: (x,x,x)