Hey guys! Mod Mr. L here. I know this blog has been inactive for a while now, but we’re looking to change that!
As of today, July 25th, 2017, this blog will be taking mod applications! We want to keep this blog up and running, but with college and school looming, we just can’t do it alone. Anyone can apply, as long as they are willing to cooperate with other mods, create posts on the blog, and manage asks and submissions!
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whenever ppl say that “if ur REALLY poor then youd sell all of your belongings and never treat urself to anything good uwu” stuff i always get the feeling this person thinks all poor people are making up their poor-ness for attention or smth lmao
like…….. being poor is a wildly different experience and theres many levels like yall think economic experiences are like only sorted into 3 groups but theres different levels and ways u can be poor. like people living on welfare cheques, but still having a house and stuff and people who are homeless are both poor, but in different ways
poor-ness isnt a one-dimensional experience, just like being middle-class and rich isn’t.
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: 6,061 Author’s Note: I always wanted to try my hand on a Yoongi chapter story, and then I saw this prompt on tumblr and decided to go with it. I also want to note up ahead that I’m not super familiar with how the recruiting process for Kpop groups go and my knowledge only extends to really quick skims of articles just to get the basis. Regardless, I hope I can get to more parts, so let me know what you think.
also idk if this should be considered a prologue or a part 1 but oh well im just leaving it as part 1
You suppose that it all starts and ends with a letter.
“Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,” Your boyfriend reads across the kitchen counter, fingers curling tightly around the paper in his hands, eyes blown wide with a gaze depicting such rare intensity that you’ve actually stopped fixing your morning coffee just to catch a sight of his expression. You can’t entirely place the feeling weighing itself into your stomach, so you settle with staring at him and trying to keep your own facial features as neutral as possible. “We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the final audition at our label and therefore are officially recruited into our newest group Bangtan Boys. You are going to be one of seven other boys joining our label as trainees and we are excited to finally bring everyone together to prepare for debut. Although training won’t officially start until next week, we ask that you come to the studio tomorrow morning to meet the other members as well as be prepped on our expectations and scheduling. We wish to congratulate you on your hard work and look forward to getting to know you more in the coming years. Sincerely, Big Hit Studios.”
When Yoongi doesn’t react immediately to the positive news, you flicker your gaze up to study him. His eyes, once again, are scanning the paper, quicker and quicker with each line as if he didn’t read it or hear it correctly the first time around. His eyes have grown to the size of saucers at this point, and you would have thought him to be a statue had it not been for the rather loud inhales and exhales coming from the boy. The sight itself would have been rather comical had it not been for the context behind the stare.
So you try for a gentle smile, leaning a little on the counter to try and further gauge his expression. “Yoongi?” You inquire softly, reaching a hand across the space to run your hand along his shoulder blade. “Baby, are you alright?”
Yoongi blinks, snapping himself out of his trance as he shifts his gaze from the letter to you, back to the letter, and back to you. “I did it?” He whispers, the statement sounding more like a question above anything else and you find your lips curling up into a fond smile in light of Yoongi’s confusion—even though he was the one to read the letter multiple times, running over the words in his own mind repeatedly.
as we celebrate exo’s achievement of being the best of all time let’s not forget that…… it couldn’t be done without all the fans streaming, buying albums, subbing videos, making gifs, making videos, buying ads, promoting their music… and even though we are far from perfect we are one and i’m proud of us good job guys