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anonymous asked:

I dare you to tell another story from the apartment


Today, we’re going to talk about the time Paul’s desire for superior firepower turned into a mini arms race that ended with me setting Eric on fire with a homemade flamethrower.

No, Matt Boomer, you sexy motherfucker, I am not kidding you. Let’s begin with some details.

So when I was at the University of Iowa, several people, including myself, bought Nerf guns for impromptu battles in the hallways when we had free time. Mostly this was all good, clean fun, except for two of the guys down the hall, my roommate, and I.

We all thought, rightfully so, that factory built Nerf guns are bullshit. They’re weak, darts are too fucking light, the barrels cause too much friction, which makes them inaccurate and slow, and you have to re-cock them after each shot. That’s some fucking bullshit right there. So we fixed it.

We bought new, higher tensile springs. We bought PVC pipe and lubricant. We put BBs in the tips of our darts, and my roommate and even put in a second spring to automatically cock the gun, essentially turning them from bolt action pieces of shit into semi-automatic friendship-ruiners.

So when I moved back to Chicago, and into the apartment, I obviously brought my Nerf guns (my roommate gave me his when we moved out), and I obviously attacked my roommates the first opportunity I had. OBVIOUSLY this led to everyone buying Nerf guns and modifying the shit out of them.

However, some of us were terrible shots, so certain measures had to be taken to make it possible for them to keep up. Brad practiced in his room every day, Josh built an extended clip for his gun, and Kyle bought the fucking Vulcan and built a 600 dart belt for it because he decided aiming is for people who can’t fire 6 darts a second (he modded it for doubled firing speed using a small car battery and replaced mechanics).

And then there was Paul.

Paul was fucking terrible. Like almost so bad it couldn’t be for real. He once tried to ambush me coming around a corner from 2 feet away and missed by a good 6-7 inches. He literally could have slapped me and he missed. Whatever moving on.

So Paul decides to solve his aim problems in the most Paul way possible: online shopping. He bought 500 foam pellets for a marshmallow gun, two dozen foam discs, and a motherfucking t-shirt cannon.

You see, Paul, much like Kyle, decided aiming was for lames. So he would pour foam pellets into the cannon until it was half full, slip in a disc to keep them from falling out, then shotgun people in the face. I was his first victim and boy let me tell you that shit is terrifying.

So Paul became the big dog in the house during Nerf battles, and the rest of us found ourselves unable to compete. So we all escalated in our own insane ways. Eric and I, the former champions, modified our guns to fire faster, Brad added an extended magazine to his gun, Kyle built a harness so that he could shoot his fucking stupid fucking bullet-storm piece of shit while moving. Josh booby-trapped various parts of our apartment. Suddenly, we were all better than Paul again, so he decided to step his game up.

He started making paper cartridges that would explode open once fired. Suddenly, he could actually fire multiple times a minute, which meant once again, he was at the top. It didn’t help that our reluctance to shoot back out of fear of getting shot was allowing him to take his time, therefore drastically improving his aim.

So we stepped up again. I smooth out the cocking mechanism on my guns, improving my firing speed even faster. Eric adds more weight to his darts, making them heavier and faster and much more painful. Kyle buys a bigger battery, newer parts, and he perfects his belts, which increases his firing speed to 12 darts a second.

So Paul steps up to take advantage of his improved aim and buys something called a Pucker Chucker which basically is a t-shirt cannon except it shoots foam pucks. This means we can’t just shoot at him from the other side of the apartment anymore, so we all step up again. I modify the rail on top to make aiming easier, Eric modifies his grip to make it more comfortable, Kyle and brad modify their barrels to make them more accurate, and Josh jumps on board the crazy train and builds a goddamn under barrel cherry bomb launcher.

And this is where shit starts to spiral out of control.

Brad starts making smoke grenades, Kyle solves his weakness against close quarters combat by using his battery to create a cattle prod to keep people back. Eric breaks the head off an old golf club to use the shaft as a weapon, I put pins in the tips of all of my darts, and Paul realizes that the Pucker Chucker can also shoot real hockey pucks after he steals my bucket of pucks from my room.

So it escalated a couple more steps but I’m going to leave them out partially out of a desire to keep moving forward and partially out of shame anywhoozle when we pull out our final contraptions and modifications that day we shifted from light-hearted fun that was a bit too far to literally combat. Josh had a sword. I don’t know where he got it from.

That battle was terrifying. Our normal fights were like an hour, two hours tops, then we would clean up, get together in the living room with some beers, and laugh about what happened. Honestly we should have known this was going to happen because when we did this after our previous fight, the laughter was less “haha remember when I shot Josh in the butthole? Classic.” and more “haha remember when I missed your face with that puck? Next time I won’t miss.

So we somehow get into a battle again and this time things go south quickly which is bound to happen when you have a dude in a speedo swinging a sword around while rolling fireworks down the hall. It was literally chaos. There were fireworks and homemade smoke grenades and Kyle made the electrical current in his cattle prod too strong and it was too close to the muzzle of his Vulcan so every few seconds you would just see a flaming dart wiz past and I built a fucking flamethrower and I don’t know what the fuck is going on so I’m just firing it in the general direction of Josh to keep him the fuck away. At some point Brad barricades himself in his room, and so we all run back to our rooms and hide.

We do this for three days. THREE DAYS. I missed classes. We all had junk food in our rooms, and private bathrooms, so that’s what we sustained ourselves on for three fucking days. I, however, try to eat healthy, so I ran out of food almost immediately. After not eating for a day and a half, with food literally less than 50 feet from where I was hiding, I decided that I was willing to risk a trip to the kitchen.

So here’s something important about our apartment: I was the only one who knew how to cook. I had tried to teach the others, but all that had accomplished was several kitchen fires. This meant when Eric also ran out of food, he knew the only way to get a meal was to make peace with me. So he had snuck down the hall to my door, intent on asking me for help.

I did not know he was there.

So when I opened the door and saw a crouching figure in the shadows nearby, I assumed, I think justifiably, that it was the guy who had been swinging a sword at all of us the last time I saw him. So I pulled the trigger on my homemade flamethrower, only to see Eric’s horrified face illuminated by the flames for a split second before they hit his torso.

Luckily, I was using a scavenged fuel source (computer screen cleaner), so the flames were weak, but still fire is fire and fire fucking hurts. So Eric is rolling on the floor with first degree burns on his stomach and chest, and I’m freaking out because Eric is my friend and I just set him on fire, so there is now a lot of screaming coming from the hall.

Now, to lighten the mood slightly, here’s a personality test. You hear the sounds of fire, followed shortly by screaming coming from the hall outside your room. What do you do?

Do you assume the crazy sword guy has finally snapped and is going to kill you all, so you climb out the window onto the fire escape? Congratulations, you’re Brad.

Do you hear the cries of pain and grab a first aid kit before sprinting into the hall to help? Hey! You’re Kyle!

Do you hear the flames so you sprint into the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher? You are Paul.

Do you come out into the hall to see what’s going on but also bring your sword just in case you have to stab someone? You are Josh and also mentally unstable please put your sword away.

So Kyle comes out and he and I start administering first aid and luckily through a combination of the weakness of my fuel source, how quickly I stopped the flames, and the quickness of our treatments, Eric only gets some first degree burns on his torso. Paul puts out the last of the flames, Josh decides he doesn’t want to stab anyone today, and Brad decides that the lack of screaming is a good thing and he comes inside. I spend the next hour apologizing profusely while cooking everyone dinner, and we decide that hey we should probably have some rules for our Nerf fights to prevent this from ever happening again.

So we all eat, we establish rules about modifications and ammunition, and at the end of it all, we grab some beers, head into the living room, and tell Josh he needs to get rid of the sword seriously dude where did you get that from?

The Mysterious Girl (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

Request: Hi can a request a fluffy Loki x reader fic where the reader is in a situation where she cannot talk often (maybe her voice causes glass to crack and shatter and people to fall unconscious) instead she uses actions to convey her feelings. when Loki arrives with his brother for redemption he tries to get her to talk by annoying her to no avail. They’re alone one time and the reader snaps telling him to stop; he falls unconscious and she cares for him until he comes to. Please and thank you!!

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 1, 988

Warnings: None (I think)

A/N: First Loki imagine, wooo! I hope you all enjoy, especially all you Loki fans out there. It was a refreshing change to write about him, so I’m glad I got the chance! If you would like to be added to my Tag List for all future updates, just let me know! FYI, (Y/E/C) means ‘your eye color.’ Enjoy!

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Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Loki was not happy. Not happy at all. Why wasn’t he happy? Because he was on Midguard. And what was wrong with being on Midguard? Thor, his brother was there. And he was stuck with him.

“Brother, do not worry. I’m sure that my comrades will not hate you. That much,” Thor comforted, slapping his brother on the back.

Stumbling forward, Loki looked back at his brother and scowled. “Oh, yes. I’m sure those mortals just love me after all that I did.”

Sighing, Thor looked at his brother. “You knew not what you were doing. Besides, you are repentant.”

“Am I?” Loki sassed back, earning a disapproving look from the ‘better’ sibling.

“Well, you will be. At least once they are through with you.”

Rolling his eyes, Loki trudged along beside his brother, looking up at the building. Sure, it was impressive for Midguard standards, but not for Asgard. If that was even his home anymore.

“Welcome, to the Avengers,” Thor announced, pushing open the glass doors with ease.

This will be just great, Loki thought to himself as he followed his oaf of a brother inside.

Well, could be going a lot worse, Loki thought as his brother’s teammates glared down at him.

“Why do we have to keep him here again?” Clint asked through gritted teeth, glaring at Loki. Hand tight on his bow, he never removed his eyes from the god.

“Look, I’m not excited about reindeer games being here either,” Tony grumbled.

“But there is no other option, apparently,” Nat finished the sentence, remembering all too well what she had to do to her best friend to get him out of his head.

“He is my brother,” Thor started, looking them all down. “You will be courteous to him, even if he is deserving of your hatred and spite.”

“He destroyed New York with an alien army,” Steve said, glaring at Loki.

“And tried to take over the world,” Bruce added.

“He’s adopted,” Thor said sheepishly, to which Loki rolled his eyes. Bored, Loki began to look over his foes- allies. Most of them Loki remembered. Some, were new. Like the man with the metal arm, the red man, the girl with glowing-red eyes, and many more. As Loki skimmed over his subjects- friends, his eyes landed on one girl in particular. She was odd, but not in the bad sense. She was odd in the sense that she was quiet, odd in the sense that she distanced herself from others. Curious, Loki continued to look at her, until she noticed and began blushing prominently. Her eyes darted towards Clint, and he saw immediately.

“You stay away from her,” Clint almost growled, moving in front of the odd girl. Loki did not care though. He was intrigued by this girl and wanted to know more. Wanted to know what she liked and disliked, why she was here. One way or another, Loki was going to know that girl.

Two months have passed since Loki arrived at the Avengers compound, and things were a little better. The others were talking to him now, and Loki wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. The company was nice from time to time, when they weren’t glaring at him. Loki always brushed them off though. Some people just don’t understand that he had changed.

Mainly, for her.

Loki had tried everything to talk to the girl. Anytime that he nearly got close to even saying hello, the mother hen swooped in between them.

“No way,” Clint growled one day, standing in front of the girl once more.

“I just want to talk to her, I’m not bad anymore,” Loki had pleaded.

Laughing, Clint shook his head. “Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it. And good luck talking to her anyway, she-”

But before the mother hen could even finish his sentence, the girl had tapped on his shoulder. The girl had obviously communicated to the arrow man, Loki just did not understand how. She didn’t move her lips, but rather her hands. When Loki first saw this, he thought she was doing magic.

“Are you a sorceress?” Loki had asked in amazement, to which Clint glared him down, offended.

“Out.” He demanded, and Loki quickly made his way out, not wanting to find out what would happen to him if mother hen got any angrier.

So Loki’s quest to talk to the mysterious girl continued, always trying to get close to her. Over the two months that he had been there, he had learned three things about the beautiful and mysterious girl:

1) She did not like mornings. Her face scrunched up in the cutest of ways whenever she was woken up before 9 a.m.

2) Her favorite color was green, or so Loki assumed. She always wore some article of green, whether it be the oversized green sweatshirt she stole from the man with the metal arm or her green shoes, which she wore everywhere. 

3) She loved movies, more than life itself apparently. Whenever Loki was looking for her to talk to her (before mother hen showed up), she was sitting in the room with the screen, a different movie on it each time he saw her. Some days it would be little cartoons dancing and singing across the screen, others it would be miniature people falling in love. Without fail though, Loki noticed that every Friday night she watched the same movie, over and over. One with a half fish-half human hybrid and her colorful fish friends.

With each new little tidbit of information about the girl, Loki grew more and more interested. Loki not only thought about her all day, but even dreamed about being able to talk to the beautiful girl, face to face. Just when Loki was about to give up on all hope of ever speaking to the girl, a bit of luck was finally in Loki’s favor.

The heroic team was heading off on a mission, one where they needed almost every member, except for the mysterious girl. Loki, jumping at the opportunity to speak with her, helped pack everyone’s bags that night. To the team, he seemed just a bit too happy.

“Are you sure we can leave him here, Thor?” Steve had asked, glancing at Loki.

“Believe it or not, he is acting a lot better,” Thor commented as he put everyone’s luggage onto the quinjet.

“Yes, but he will be here all alone,” Tony added. The girl, apparently did not like that for she stomped her foot in defiance.

Thor had saw her little foot stomp and smiled. “He will not be alone, (Y/N) will be here.”

Aha! Her name! Loki thought, adding another piece to the puzzle.

Laughing, Clint put his supplies in the quinjet. “Yeah, if anyone can handle him, it's  (Y/N).”

This seemed to have made (Y/N) happy, for she nodded her head in triumph.

“I’ll be good,” Loki started, causing everyone to look at him. “Promise.”

“We shall see, brother,” Thor said, clapping his hand on his brother’s shoulder, causing Loki to lose his footing for a moment. “If not, well, you’ll be in for a shock. (Y/N), take care of him for me. Don’t let him get into too much mischief.”

(Y/N) smiled and nodded at Thor, waving the team goodbye.

“That’s no fair,” Loki grumbled to himself. “I’m the god of mischief. It’s literally what I do.”

As soon as the quinjet had disappeared over the horizon, (Y/N) had went back into the compound. Not wanting to lose her in the maze of halls and corridors, Loki followed right after her.

“So,” Loki started, falling into step with her. “Just you and me.”

All she did was quirk up an eyebrow at him before continuing on her way.

“Right. Silent treatment. Well, that has never stopped me before,” Loki continued as he followed her into the room with the screen. Lighting up at the opportunity, Loki walked over to the shelves full of discs.

“Shall we watch one?” Loki asked, digging through the movies. “I’ve never actually seen one of these ‘movies.’ What do you recommend?”

He was met with silence. Smile faltering a bit, because literally the girl of his dreams would not talk to him, he turned back to the shelf. Finding something somewhat familiar, Loki held out the case to her. “How about this?”

Looking back, her whole face lit up and she nodded enthusiastically, causing Loki to smile. “Okay,” Loki said, looking at the title before putting the disc into the strange contraption. “The Little Mermaid it is.”

Moving towards the couch, Loki sat down next to her. Trying to control his breathing, he constantly found himself looking at (Y/N) throughout the movie, committing every detail of her to memory. Loki did this so often that he ended up missing the movie.

“Wait, why is the fish-girl having problems with her father?” Loki asked. No answer.

“Why is the crab singing to her? Life is not better down where it’s wetter. You’re wet all the time. Plus there are sharks, nasty little creatures. Worst than bildshnipe, I hear. Or at least Thor tells me.” No answer.

“OH NO, A SHARK!” No answer.

“Don’t go near the evil squid lady. Why would you go near the evil squid lady?” No answer.

All this time, (Y/N) never answered. She did seem to be getting more and more annoyed, though.

“Wait, why does she need to kiss the Prince? To get her voice back? That is highly unlikely, magic does not work like-”

“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP ALREADY?!” The girl shouted. A ringing noise sounded through the room, and before Loki even knew it, he was out cold.

Blinking away the black spots in his vision, Loki was met with a pounding headache. Staring up at the ceiling, Loki started to feel alarmed until he felt something moving through his hair. Looking around, Loki was soon met with the most beautiful pair of (Y/E/C) eyes he had ever seen. What made them even more beautiful was that they were your eyes.

“What happened?” Loki groaned, trying to sit up. He was soon pushed back down by (Y/N) so that his head lay on her lap. She held up a finger as if to say ‘one moment’ and grabbed the nearest notebook and pen she could find. Sprawling out her message with one hand and combing through his hair with the other, she finally had written out her message:

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you out. I’m an enhanced and my voice knocks people out, especially when I yell. I didn’t mean to make you pass out.’

Reading the message, Loki began to smile. “It’s alright, Love. You didn’t mean to. I’m just glad that we are finally communicating.”

Blushing at his words, she began to write out another message.

‘I get that, now. I mean, who talks during a movie?’

It was Loki’s turn to blush now as he read your note. “Sorry, I am not familiar with proper movie etiquette. But I’d love to learn.”

Smiling, she wrote down her next message.

'I’d love to teach you, if you gave me a chance. Then you can ask all the questions you want, whether about me or the movie.’

“Sounds absolutely, perfect, Love,” Loki said with a smile. The pounding in his head had finally stopped, and Loki was able to sit up now, but he didn’t want to leave her gentle caresses just yet.

'Can you sit back up yet?’ She wrote out, quirking another eyebrow up at him.

“No,” Loki lied. “Not yet. Still hurts.” She nodded at his answer and continued to card her fingers through his black hair, leaving Loki in a bliss. Well, he was the god of mischief, after all. What else was he going to do, except lie a little to stay with the girl of his dreams?

||❥ the pitcher

m i n g y u ! s c e n a r i o 

b a s e b a l l ! a u

Originally posted by 7teans

words; 2.5k

genre; fluffs + mingyu bein a flirt, the good stuff

synopsis; an anon requested a baseball!au with mingyu and though it is no where near as long as woozi’s, it’s just something that i’d been thinking about. basically it’s you and mingyu bein’ cute when he tries to show you how to do his famous pitch and just know it hurt me a lot writing this :’)

“If you keep staring at yourself in the mirror, you’ll miss practice." 

The words wryly rolled off your tongue upon watching a very meticulous Kim Mingyu rake crooked fingers through his hair, brows pinched together in pure focus as his gaze bore into the tiny mirror magnetized to his locker. You had been fiddling with his baseball cap for the past few minutes or so, trying very roughly to scrape together some patience.

"My hair looks stupid.” Mingyu mumbled in a manner that made it seem he was containing a conversation with himself. A sigh that stretched deeper than the ocean heaved past your lips, a stiff hand thrusting Mingyu’s baseball cap directly into his chest. You examined how he brushed back his messy bangs of dark gingerbread before fitting the cap rightfully so over his head, giving himself one final inspection that you secretly deemed unnecessary.

“It won’t matter anyways,” you balked to Mingyu while slamming his locker door shut, “your hat is covering it all up.” He faced you with a pout that only brought out the natural pink tint to his lips, sultry eyes of darkened oak gleaning over you petulantly.

“You’re not suppose to agree with me, babe.” The lanky boy protested, though his sulky ways were suddenly disintegrating with a snap, hands pushing up the sleeves on his worn out baseball uniform while he bounced on the heels of his feet.

 He was gazing somewhere past the top of your head, presumably littering himself with encouragements to get himself excited for practice. That is until he checked his watch, pupils blowing into full and inky discs before Mingyu was sprinting down the hall.

“Shit,” he had warbled, “I’m 12 minutes late!”

Shocker. You couldn’t avoid thinking, a grin just peaking along your lips as you wandered down the empty hall and out the doors, a glimmer of sunlight languidly washing over the schoolyard. 

Mingyu was still rushing toward the baseball field, one of your featherlight chuckle’s ringing in the air upon the sight of a much shorter baseball player whacking him on the head. You made your way to the bleachers to watch him practice, soaking up the sunlight while it was pleasantly available.

Mingyu was the baseball team’s best pitcher, and someone you befriended while accidentally getting hit in the stomach with a baseball bat during eighth grade. He was the one who struck you rather harshly, though it was completely your fault for concentrating on your iPod while approaching some scruffy kid rambling over his, new and improved striking power.

 He spent a good amount of breath apologizing to you, but even spent even more breath bombarding you with questions of, did you see my stance though? First impressions were, yeah, he’s kinda dumb and a bit cocky but he’s cute and one of the only people here who talk to me.

You could and would easily say to anyone that you had a strong bond, the two of you sticking it out through the hellish ways of high school. Under a very watchful eye did you get to see that scruffy and kinda clueless kid flourish into some rich gift from the heavens, your heart slamming into your throat when you snatched a proper glimpse of him on your first day of senior year.

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NieR Automata Original Soundtrack

Square Enix will release “NieR Automata Original Soundtrack” in CD format. It’ll feature 3 Disc full of tracks composed by Keiichi Okabe and other MONACA music composer (Keigo Hoashi, Kuniyuki Takahashi, Shotaro Seo) in NieR Automata game.

Besides that, ones who order “NieR Automata Original Soundtrack” early will get an additional Bonus Disc. The Bonus Disc will feature secret unused tracks on the game.

“NieR Automata Original Soundtrack” will be released on March 29, 2017 at 3200 Yen price.

Pre order here

Listen to NieR Automata x Amazarashi Track here


Hot Wacks - “The Last Wacks” and Supplements 1 - 7

All told, this is pretty close to a few thousand pages of bootleg info.  Even with the state of the online data aggregators like discogs and the like (I was making this point just the other day about the Pink Floyd Encyclopedia), these guides are indispensable.  Firstly, I’ve found references to things in these books that I literally couldn’t find a sniff of online.  The Last Wacks is my favourite of the bunch, as it’s got the most information about vinyl bootlegs in it… after the CD craze hit and you could get full shows onto a disc or in a multiple disc set, LPs with their limitations and expensive manufacturing process sort of went by the wayside.  It’s interesting that we’re seeing a return to vinyl boots in the 2000s, likely, unfortunately, sourced from digital files rather than master tapes.

The supplements were envisioned as a solution to the expensive practice of printing completely new editions every few years.  The trouble being, of course, that there’s no searchable index to the supplements, so if you’re looking for somethings specific from after 1992, and you’re not quite sure when it may have seen commercial release, you’ve got some digging to do.   

One of the best things about this series is the coverage of the increasingly elaborate and expensive box sets that were (mostly) coming out of Japan.  I’ve included a picture (although cover-art is definitely not a focus of these books… it’s heavily textual) of the excellently compiled Japanese 6 disc release of Led Zeppelin's “The Destroyers”.  Released by Tarantura2000 and limited to 150 copies, this is something you’re not likely to see outside of a book like this or a digital file.  These two Cleveland shows captured here have been booted many times in a dizzying range of sources and qualities… hence the value of guides like these.

3 disc sets have almost become ubiquitous, as shows ran into that length (and splitting a single track across more than one disc is a majorly poor move), but it’s not unusual to find 5, 6, 10 and even 20 disc sets that cover a run of concerts from a particular period or perhaps even different source tapes from the same concert in the same package.  There’s still a strong market for silver discs (i.e. commercially pressed, not CDR), even though you can generally find FLACS online in a variety of places.  Long live bootlegs…

Oh, did I happen to mention that these are Canadian publications!  Go Canada!

anonymous asked:

*a disc falls with a note on it 'happy birthday, enjoy this film I picked, I'm sure you would love it! - Elly' but it wasn't a normal disc, it was a disc full of footage of swap kissing sans at the Christmas party, and another guy at an outdoor bar*

“e-elly why?! i did not want to be reminded of this. i-is this another attempt to prove that i’m g-gay or something?! i-i swear they were the ones th-that started it!”

“t-the first was mistletoe a-and the second…was complicated….I’M NOT GAY OKAY?! 



LINK: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_VMQ7UKupG1M3dhdml2UFJxbWc/view?usp=sharing




3. 어디에서 왔는지 (Where are you from)

4. DANCE BATTLE (J-Hope & Jimin)




8. N.O


10. 그게 말이 돼? (Does that make Sense?)

11. 좋아요 PT.1 + PT.2 (I like it PT.1 + PT.2)


13. 24/ 7=HEAVEN

14. 2학년 (2nd Year of School)


16. CYPHER PT.1 & 2


18. 호르몬 전쟁 (War of Hormone)

19. 진격의 방탄 (The Rise of Bangtan)



 LINK: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_VMQ7UKupG1MFlaQlRIcTJSTms/view?usp=sharing


1. 흥탄소년단 (Boys with Fun)


3. 상남자 (BOY IN LUV)



LINK: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_VMQ7UKupG1UDhDTTZKazU0VzQ/view?usp=sharing




LINK: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_VMQ7UKupG1X3pMV0dFd1NQSDQ/view?usp=sharing


LINK: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_VMQ7UKupG1RkJ5RzNrRlNVaUU/view?usp=sharing


LINK: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_VMQ7UKupG1ZUljLWJPazl2Wlk/view?usp=sharing




1. 화얀연화  PT. 1 자켓,



4. 화얀연화  PT. 2 자켓,


LINK: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_VMQ7UKupG1Y0tubVVteVBQbVk/view?usp=sharing



2. 상남자 (BOY IN LUV)_Chinese Ver. Recording

LINK: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_VMQ7UKupG1S0ZxY1hhWGdCQ0k/view?usp=sharing


EXO Second Box compilation (full vid, cuts w/ eng sub)

[w/ chinese subs not full]

Disc 1 http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3br0ex_480p中字-151030-exo-s-second-box-disc1_tv

Disc 2 http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3br0r2_480p中字-151030-exo-s-second-box-disc2_tv

Disc 3 http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3br0xf_480p中字-151031-exo-s-second-box-disc3_tv

Disc 4 http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3bwnhu_480p中字-151030-exo-s-second-box-disc4_tv

{w/ eng subs}

[YT] Disc 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC08v9D6aLk&feature=youtu.be

[YT] Disc 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nK8GyZ0V4-Q&feature=youtu.be

[DAILYMOTION] Disc 1 http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3c1kwl_eng-sub-exo-2ndbox-disc-1-full-cr-esomean-hd720_fun

[DAILYMOTION] Disc 2 http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3c0cij_chi-eng-exo-disc-2_fun

{cuts w/ eng sub}

KaiSoo couple talk http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3cf00t# pass : exo

ChenSoo couple talk http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3ccvqg# pass : exo

D.O. Surprise Birthday Party http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3ccvqg# pass : exo

ChenKaiSoo prediction game http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3ccbpb pass : exo

BaekXiuLay ride http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3c441g_eng-puppy-baozi-unicorn-rides_music pass : exo

ChanSoo arm wrestling + cat http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3c4dhm pass : exo

Chanyeol introducing EXO room + Baek & D.O. in bathroom http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3c0ulc_eng-y0da-introducing-ex0-s-r00m-puppy-p3ngu-n-in-bathroom_music pass : exo

Sehun brain map https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1fPCDuEQlE

Chanyeol brain map http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3c13br_eng-y0da-s-brain-map_music pass : exo

D.O. brain map http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3c13lp_eng-penguin-s-brain-map_music pass : exo

Sehun english cut https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QgTQhvVdU9w

Suho, Chanyeol couple talk https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3P-uEiig43aeGlXN255UTY4d3c/view

Sehun, Suho couple talk https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3P-uEiig43aZDF5V1k5N0hWQW8/view

Kai, D.O., Chen cut Part 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5MExylOUj0

Kai, D.O., Chen cut Part 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnobF3QxqeQ

Kai, D.O., Chen cut Part 3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJusgyFeHcM

Kai, D.O., Chen cut Part 4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-jY09sbjDg

Kai, D.O., Chen cut Part 5 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_In0hAIHoFk

Kai, D.O., Chen cut Part 6 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cjknc-6mapM

Kai, D.O., Chen cut Part 7 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khMTMfby7bI

Kai, D.O., Chen cut Part 8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UXmQMwn98E

Alison : “Come on, guys. You need to be more excited!”

Helena : “…”

Cosima : “Whatever, been here done this”

Sarah : “What the bloody hell is this, Al?!”

Rachel : This is the last time that I said ‘bored’

Krystal : “This is sooo… weird”

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Werewolf AU (Teen Wolf-Style), in which Dean helps his best friend Cas through his first full moon

read it here on AO3

Cas grimaced. The ache in his bones had been building all day, and his skin burned and itched with a new rawness. The manacle around his right wrist was a cold, searing circle of pain. He stood up and twitched the curtains back, knowing what he’d see: the moon, round and full, a perfect white disc. He felt it tugging at him, its ethereal radiance like a call to madness. He felt his teeth lengthening, and swished the curtain closed with an effort; burying his fingers in the soft fabric, he tried to keep a hold on reality, on who he was.

“Cas?” came a soft voice from the doorway. Cas froze at the sound, tried to gather his wits before turning. Silhouetted in the doorway, one hand raised awkwardly to knock, was Dean Winchester.

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A soundtrack for the many lives of Mary Sue Poots, 0-8-4, Skye.

{listen to the full soundtrack}

{disc 1: the rebel}

i. we are not good people | bloc party, ii. rebel girl | bikini kill, iii. problem | natalia kills, iv. the phoenix | fall out boy, v. miss nothing | the pretty reckless, vi. black sheep | metric, vii. rebellion (lies) arcade fire, viii. the rising tide | the killers

{disc 2: the daughter}

i. the weight of living part i | bastille, ii. timber/counting stars | sam tsui, iii. hermit the frog | marina and the diamonds, iv. i’m not your hero | tegan and sara, v. disparate youth | santigold, vi. when i was younger | liz lawrence, vii. daddy’s girl | natalia kills, viii. breezeblocks | alt-j ∆

{disc 3: the alien}

i. dark doo wop | ms mr, ii. little house | the fray, iii. if i had a heart | fever ray, iv. numb | marina and the diamonds, v. bad intentions | digital daggers, vi. starlight | muse, vii. eyes on fire | blue foundation, viii. aliens exist | blink-182