Or just reasons to love him. (From the POV of a Yoongi stan)
raps faster than the speed of light. hella control over his voice
plays the piano
amazing on stage; in his element
his mixtape saved hiphop. saved lives. saved the world goddamn Yoongi
AGUSTD - Intro: Dt sugA (ft. DJ Friz) - AgustD - give it to me -skit -724148 -140503 at dawn -The Last -Tony Montana (ft. Yankie) -Interlude ; Dream, Reality -so far away (ft. Suran)
he produced the entire thing. it didn’t feel like individual tracks on an album. it felt very complete, in a way i’ve never seen before.
released this masterpiece to the world for free; on soundcloud, on a google drive, on mediafire, on spotify…
He had no problematic lyrics on his mixtape. He doesn’t imitate or glorify modern American hiphop. There are no meaningless lyrics, no misogyny, no materialism or racial slurs. Instead, he talks about himself and builds on that.
worked on his mixtape in between his schedule. sometimes while on the plane, sometimes while working on other music for BTS.
Has a polar bear protection bracelet. Really likes polar bears.
was the happiest person in the world when he met Kumamon it was all too adorable
Very socially aware. Wants to use his fame to shift people’s attention to global problems.
When he and Taehyung got sick and were rushed to the hospital, they ended up having to cancel the concert in Kobe. During his vacation time, he went to the stadium they were supposed to perform in by himself and wrote a post about it in the fancafe. He sat in the seats of the stadium and forced himself to imagine the fans’ emotions on the day that was supposed to be the concert. He wrote a long apology. He felt so guilty it kept him awake every night since the incident. He didn’t know what else to do. He promised never to let the fans down again and to work harder.
works from from 12 am - 6 am on music. even after a full day of training or concert preparation or filming. only to sleep for 2 or 3 hours or not at all to start the next day. sleeps whenever he gets the chance. gives the day’s events his full energy regardless.
when BTS had to pack for their backpacking trip through Europe, he was the one that remembered to pack medicine and first aid supplies. he cleaned up before leaving the hotel room. helped cook. was in charge of their budget.
wrote/composed/produced some of BTS’s best songs: -Tomorrow -Nevermind -Intro (HYYH pt. 1) -Dead Leaves -Fun Boyz -Just One Day -Let Me Know -Paldogangsan (with Hoseok & Namjoon) -Cypher pt 1, 2, & 3 (with Hoseok & Namjoon)
participates in the making of almost every BTS song
he looks gorgeous in every hair colour he’s literally so beautiful
once said he would sue Bighit if his hair started falling out lmao
his smile that shows his gums
laughs in 10 different ways
his voice sounds beautiful in Whalien52 aka one of my favourite songs
in the song “Move” he dedicated his section to his mom, who was sick after she gave birth to him
in “If I ruled the world” he dreams, if he could have anything, it would be to buy a house for his family
danced around his studio in the early hours of the morning when “Nevermind” was approved to be the intro of HYYH pt.2
really likes lamb skewers. Wants to open a lamb skewer restaurant with Jungkook
his only goal is to make music that gives people emotions (comfort). the root of his passion, goes back to when he started making music at the age of 13.
his dream was to perform at Olympic Gymnastics Arena. At the end of the concert, he looked for his parents and brother in the crowd. When he saw them, he smiled and got on the floor to do a deep bow, the kind where your forehead touches the ground. This is when he sobbed for the first time at a concert.
at fansigns, fans get to write them a question. “What’s more important? Face or body?” is asked a lot, not just to BTS but all Kpop groups. Yoongi is the only one that writes a third option, “Personality” and circles it and writes that it is the most important. He does this every time the question comes up.
When given the question, “What type of girl?” or “What type of style do you like in a girl?” He circles all of them.
his ideal type is someone who likes music and someone he can communicate with. there are never any other specifications.
when asked for the ideal weight in a girl, he writes a ridiculous number
when asked what age difference he would date, he wrote “81 years” lol
tells everyone to eat well and take care of themselves. loves his fans more than anything.
extremely open-minded person
when he and Namjoon were being disrespected by Bfree during an interview, he stayed calm and handled the situation well. Then proceeded to drAG THE HELL OUT OF HIM IN CYPHER PT. 2
the “S” in Suga stands for “Savage”
literally sarcastic all the time
“If we’re talking about regrets you should think of some of your past selcas” - to Jimin
king of “I meant to do that”
the time he and Hoseok reacted to a “Try not to laugh challenge” of their own members and Yoongi laughed so hard he choked
his existence is pretty much art in itself
the thing he does when his members are doing something embarrassing and he just curls up and covers his face
“Min Suga. Genius. Those two words should be enough. *shrugs*”
“I want to reincarnate and be a rock in my next lifetime”
“I’m Father Louis Williams Suga Adams the Third”
“I’m good at doing ugly stuff”
“I was destined to be taller, but there were some errors in my development.”
“I’d like to introduce you to my lover…this neckpillow"
“I’ve always wanted to nap in a different country”
on his first birthday after he debuted, he spent his own money to make small gifts for his fans and hand-wrote over 300 notes for the fans that were going to come to see him on his birthday. he spent a long time because he wanted to make each note different. at the event, he got embarrassed because “it’s not much but I hope you all like it”. he learned that instead of 300, 350 came and he made 50 more to send to them.
the next year, he made packages again but this time with transportation cards so the fans could use them when they came to see them. hand-written letters again, signed polaroids and ordered special envelopes.
gave Jimin his credit card to charge the passes with, and when Jimin jokingly said he’s going to spend his money on snacks, Yoongi unhesitatingly said “Okay”
he did something again this year, but just didn’t vlog about it.
took pictures of Jungkook at his graduation like he was a proud parent
the time when he and Hoseok lost a game and didn’t get dinner. Jimin brought them a crab from their table, and Yoongi let Hoseok have it. “Seeing my dongsaeng eat makes me feel full."
Bangtan love him. They say Yoongi takes care of them well, especially his dongsaengs. He’s the one that silently takes care of them all.
The time Yoongi took Jimin out to eat sushi, and while Jimin was tying his shoes, Yoongi paid and told him they could go. "Of course, I’m the hyung."
says his members are his closest friends. says Bighit is like a family
when Hoseok was celebrating New Years alone in the dorms, Yoongi left his family and showed up with chicken just so Hoseok wouldn’t have to spend new years by himself
Maschine mk2 review what a nerd
that time he tried to install a music editing software and ranted for 10 years on the fancafe because technology is problematic
that one time Yoongi got really passionate about coffee and said he needed 309 people to help him "catch” coffee
does reviews and gives insight on all of BTS’s albums
the time he sang his heart out with Hoseok for “I was able to eat well” and sounded terrible
the time they had a high note challenge and Yoongi sang so “high” that no noise came out
so extra. all the time.
“the director said it would only take 5 minutes. It’s been exactly 4 minutes and 58 seconds"
that time he had to introduce himself and pulled confetti out of his pocket and threw it over himself
but also unamused
he is a paradox
“I want to go baaaaaaaack”
easily put in his place by Jin, his hyung. But also ignores all of his jokes.
cannot dance for his life (literally flailing in DOPE) but is a really good dancer (FIRE ????)
he just works hard
unhesitatingly kicked Jimin in the balls when he started dancing over his legs while he was trying to sleep. didn’t even wake up.
that time Taehyung was really nervous on stage and kept stuttering and messing up his words. the members laughed and poked fun at him, but Yoongi shushed them and the audience and told Taehyung to breathe and relax and start again. This time Taehyung didn’t stutter
literally a deadass person at the awards show until Namjoon was up next to perform and Yoongi couldn’t stop being hyped and looking for him
makes fun of his members all the time but always makes sure they’re comfortable
witty but never crude
says he’s not always the best at expressing himself verbally, but wants everyone to know he is always thankful
kindest, bravest, strongest person to ever grace this earth. blesses the lives of everyone he touches
There are certain things I didn’t include in there, because they are a part of his mixtape and I think that speaks for itself.
I feel like I’m not as interactive with my followers as I want to be, so I decided to write up a little post updating everyone on my life and to wish everyone a good day/night.
I’ve been okay, but under a lot of stress so I keep forgetting to take care of myself. I hope everyone’s doing a better job than I am at self-care, haha. I’m not entirely hopeless, though, one of my friends is keeping me accountable and reminding me to eat and be nice to myself.
I just wanted to let you all know that I care about all of you so much- even though, sometimes, I feel like I don’t deserve all these followers when there are tons of other lovely simblrs that deserve them more. Whether I deserve them or not is moot; I’m just grateful I’ve had the chance to get to know so many wonderful people.
School is overwhelming right now because all my upper division classes are starting to pile up on each other. It feels like I’ve been taking exams since school started and I’ll be taking them every week until school ends. I can’t wait for summer.
Good luck to anyone taking exams right now- I hope you’re remembering to take breaks and breathe when studying gets stressful. School is important but one’s health is more important. I think that goes for any thing, really.
Anyway, I’m writing this up at work because I forgot my textbook so I can’t study. I’ll answer the asks I have this weekend and hopefully at least get some scenery shots in game to queue for next week.
Remember to eat well, drink water, take regular breaks from the computer, and always focus on your health more than anything. (I’m everyone’s mother now sorry).
I legit wanted to end this like a letter and write “Love, Kenia” but that’s sappy omggg bye im sorry for rambling
about that au where allura is in a popular girl group:
okay so naturally allura is the group founder and leader who tends to strive so hard for her goals that she sometimes forgets to stop and smell the roses, but nevertheless is still the heart of the group, and the girls’ biggest dreamer, reminding them constantly that they can break any barrier and top any chart as long as they stick together
pidge, the smart one (and the cute one, as she’s the youngest) is tightest with all the roadies, and is chosen by allura to be the girls’ main spokesperson during meetings with the stage technicians who want to discuss lights & special effects
shay is the sensitive and sweet one, and the biggest crier of the group (she just feels so much love for everyone!!) she replies to all her fanmail by hand, signing each letter w/ a heart, and she co-writes most of their songs with florona
nyma is the group’s bad girl, and their toughest member, she’s quick to yank the tie of any producer who thinks they can con her girls out of their earnings, and slap any fanboy who shouts gross comments at them onstage. she’s the most mysterious to their fans, but is also the funniest and most chill in video diaries, especially when she’s with shay
plaxum is the group’s adorkable idea girl, always speaking up for what she believes in, she’s an idealist and an activist and is always insisting that the girls take gigs at fundraisers and protest concerts and use their popularity to spread awareness of important causes, their public relations team doesn’t exactly love that, but her girls do and so do their fans & sponsors
florona is the group’s flirty poet and drama queen. she writes most of their songs, often with the help of shay. she’s very purposeful and seductive about her moves on stage, often blowing kisses, waving and winking at the crowd. a lot of her lyrics tend to be about how secretly in love she is with plaxum but so far no one has been able to tell
Summary: After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.
She awoke disoriented, breathing heavily and scrabbling for her pocket to
make sure the cash and phone were still there. But her hand got caught up in
cloth, and she sat up quickly, banging her elbow painfully against the door.
Emma took a deep breath, gritting her teeth against a curse. She’d been
covered with a blanket, and the cab was dark and silent, the truck’s motor off.
Rubbing her elbow, she threw off the blanket and looked around, fingering her
In college, my brother and I were taking a class together which was basically a public speaking awareness elective. We had to attend 6 university forums. One night at the first one of these terribly dry presentations, my brother and I were seated in the back of the auditorium near the entrance – right next to a hand-lettered, moveable sign that read “Please no food or drink in the auditorium.” Out of boredom, we started picking the letters off of the board and rearranging them. The final result left the board reading “OLD PEN*S IN THE RUM DRINK”. This seemed like the best possible combination.
We had a chuckle and forgot all about it. After leaving, I realized I had left my keys under my seat, so I went back inside only to find several faculty appalled at the public obscenities someone left on their precious sign. The most outwardly upset of the bunch coincidentally also happened to be my 80 year old statistics professor. He was a heinous old f*ck. It pleased me to see him helplessly perturbed, so we made it a point to change the sign every week while attending the forums.
Week after week, it became more challenging to ninja our way to 60 seconds alone with the sign as they had started covertly guarding it during the presentations. But week after week, upon leaving the gathering, everyone was again saluted with OLD PEN*S IN THE RUM DRINK as they went home. It was a slow continuous burn.
On the final forum of the semester, two of the old bastards shouldered the sign the entire night. So, anticipating this we simply hand wrote several poster boards with our mantra: OLD PEN*S IN THE RUM DRINK! and taped them all over the lobby walls. This caused the old professor and his humorless gang to almost shit themselves. They ran around pulling down the posters as the student body exit the theater laughing at them hysterically. You see, we had become a hero of the people.
To put one final nail in this angry mathman’s heart, the morning before our statistics final, my brother and I found our way into the classroom early, pulled down the projector screen (knowing it would not be used in class), and left one final message written on the whiteboard behind it. As class was starting, in walks angry, old Dr. Statistics, he promptly raises the out-of-place projector screen and BAM!
Your Most Beautiful Moment in Life pt.2: Ch6 (Non-idol!AU) It’s summer when you and Jungkook meet, and immediately decide that you didn’t like each other. No matter what he thinks, it’s starting to seem like not all fairy tales have a happy ending.
Saren’s sitting at her desk, waving a paper fan with one hand and signing letters with the other, when Jin bursts in her office. She drops the fan and bolts up, glancing everywhere around the little room except at him. “Jin! Umm.. good afternoon, what can I do for–”
In a couple of strides, he’s past her desk and towering over her. “Drop it.”
“This polite and distant ice princess act of yours, I’m asking you to drop it. Please.”
She tenses in an effort to stop trembling. “What do you want me to do then?”
“I want you to look me in the eyes when you speak. I want you to smile at me like you used to. I want you to call me ‘Jinnie’ again. I want you to…” he takes a shaky breath and drags his fingers through his hair, as if to tug them out by the roots. “I want you to come home with me. The two of us together, like we’ve always been meant to be.”
She can only blink, stunned speechless by his audacity.
He laughs, bitter and anguished. “But I know what I want is impossible. So can’t you just be angry at me? Yell at me, curse at me, hit me. Anything but this–you avoiding me and acting like you’ve forgotten all those years…”
She finally looks at him out the corner of her eye. “How could I forget? I remember everything. I remember admiring you from afar. I remember getting to know you under the cherry blossoms. I remember having you as my dearest friend, closer than the family I was born into. I remember thinking that maybe you can become my actual family when I met your beloved little brother whom I grew to love too–”
“I can be,” he says. “Jungkook too, both of us. From the beginning, that was the very thing I wished for.”
“There’s more I remember,” she continues. “I remember your kiss and you saying you would always treat me well… and I remember what came after that…”
“Saren,” he whispers. “I was wrong. Everything I did from that moment was wrong. I’m so sorry. If you’d just give me a chance, I…”
“Jin, at this point… we can’t go back.”
“We can. I know we can. You belong with me.”
Long hair covering her face in shadow as she hangs her head, she braces her palms against the edge of her desk. “Jin. I can’t do that again. I’m tired of living that way.”
He leans down and closer, trying to peer at her. “What way?”
“I’m tired of living like a stray puppy.”
“Saren!” He takes her face between his hands but she flinches away; he can only draw his arms behind his back, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. “I didn’t mean any–I should’ve never, I… none of those things I said was true.”
She shakes her head, pacing away to a corner. “You were right.”
“Please, listen to me–”
"Even though I never said anything about it, the truth was I placed every hope for the future with you.” she admits to the wall, unable to confront him. “I so wanted to belong with you. Quietly, and without your knowledge, I did burden you with my hopes.”
“And what was so wrong about that?” he murmurs. “I had the same hopes.”
She paces back and sinks into her chair, her shoulders slumped in complete exhaustion. “Maybe that was never meant to be. When we became friends, I was desperate for a family, and you just lost part of yours. We were able to fill each other’s loneliness then, but… maybe that was all it was.”
“No–it was, it is, it’s love.” He kneels down and grazes his fingertips upon the tightly clasped hands resting on her lap. “It’s true that I was thankful for how you pulled me out of my grief, but it was much more than gratitude. I fell in love with you. I love you. And you love me too–at least you did.”
Still and silent, she stares at him as if frozen. Jin swallows hard, forcing himself to go on. “If… if your feelings have changed, I’ll accept that. But don’t let my stupidity chase you away. Please come home.”
“This is home now.”
“With Hongbin?” he asks, unable to keep the resentment from edging his voice.
“No. I mean–yes, but it’s not just him. He’s not even the biggest part of it.” Her gaze wanders towards the wide windows; the flame trees are intensely bright under the afternoon sun. “I don’t know how long they’ll let me stay with them but… if I’m wanted here…”
“Why wouldn’t you be wanted?” He smiles at her through his tears. “I’m relieved. Y/N and the others have treated you well. Better than I did.”
She returns his smile. “You treated me well for years. You’re the nicest person I know. I’m sorry that I can’t…”
He heaves a sigh as he rises to his feet, reluctantly relinquishing contact. “Why are you apologizing? It makes me feel worse.”
“I’m sor…” she presses her lips together and falls quiet.
Shuffling to the door, he pauses halfway through it and looks over his shoulder. “I can’t go. Yet. Or who knows when. I just want to see you doing fine. I guess I’ll always be hoping that it’ll happen with me, but… however which way, I wish to see you live happily. As you deserve.”
She says nothing and waits for his footsteps to fade before covering her mouth with both hands and letting the tears fall.
I think sign language is something very beautiful and important to learn. I’m not deaf nor do I know anyone who is but I’m still really interested in learning how to sign. I can already sign my own name and a few other basic things. So I just wanted to share this, thought it might be cool if you guys could learn to sign your own name.
Let’s bring this regional gothic thing back to its roots, the ones that run deep through gray-green swamps and the blackbelt and clay as red as blood …
You return to the old Baptist church for Easter service, feeling a little guilty for staying away so long. But you are greeted warmly by the church-goers and invited to share a pew. Gruff old men shake you hand with fingers curled and knotted like oak branches and soft old ladies hug your neck and half smother you in affection and thick perfume. Everyone inquires about you, your family, and the various details of your lives with honest familiarity. You have never seen any of these people before in your life.
“I Hunt Black-and-Tans” reads the bumper sticker of the mud-streaked pickup. It’s jacked up too high for you to see into the bed, but you’re pretty sure that not all of the reddish stains leaking out from under the tailgate are clay. You bring the dogs inside that night.
The schools are closed. Weather alerts interrupt every radio and television broadcast. The governor had declared a state of emergency. Standing on the back porch, you can hear the tornado sirens in town, eerily faint in the distance. The sky above is a beautiful, cloudless blue and the breeze smells of honeysuckle.
Uncle Earl’s death is a shock. He was old, sure, the eldest of twelve siblings, but still hale and spry. He was fond of telling folks about how he’d only ever had to go to the hospital twice in his life – once when he had pneumonia as a child and then to get pins put in his knee back in eighty-six, after Larry’s bull knocked him down. Unlike many of Uncle Earl’s stories, you know that this is true because Aunt Bea and Uncle Mike and even Momma can vouch for it. Aunt May, the unexpected widow, seems to have wilted from the shock like a tomato vine in the heat. She tries in vain to make the dinner after the funeral seem like any other lively family gathering. She even cooks her signature roast, though the kitchen and the laundry room and parts of the front bedroom are overflowing with dishes from friends and neighbors. “She’s coping in her own way,” says Aunt Bea in an undertone. You nod solemnly just as you bite down on a piece of gristle. Something clacks against your teeth when you spit it out and you discretely fold your napkin to hide the tiny screw.
The subdivisions encroach a little further each day, full of yuppies and yankees. “Worse than kudzu,” you mutter, with a disdainful eye on the new paved roads and neat plastic fences. “Maybe we’ll have a good frost this year.”
Granny complains that the rooster crows at night. You’ve never heard him do it, maybe because you are a sound sleeper and your room is on the other side of the house, facing the garden. But she fusses so much that Grandpa finally tells her to just butcher the damn thing, it’s not like he’s laying any eggs, and Joe down the road has half a dozen roosters if she wants to get a different one. So she stews the offending bird for Sunday dinner and buries the head and the guts in the bean patch, pleased to have gotten some use out of him. She is also pleased to have gotten a decent night’s sleep, all bright-eyed and chipper at breakfast the next morning. You barely hear her through the lethargic haze in your mind. Hoarse, muffled crowing kept you awake all night.
Everyone knows when hurricane season starts. The National Weather Service awards tags on the lottery system and publishes the harvest restrictions and bag limits. Tropical storms may not be taken. Hunters under age sixteen must be accompanied by a qualified adult. No more than two named storms may be taken in one day. Night hunting is punishable by fines and jail time. Category fives and above may only be taken in group hunts consisting of three or more individuals over the age of sixteen. There are no restrictions on the harvest of tornadoes, including those spawned by hurricanes.
Out-of-towners passing through on the way to the beach like to laugh at the names. Fall fairs for rattlesnakes and peanuts. Monuments to boll weevils and coonhounds. Highschool mascots of twisters and gamecocks. The old folks nod silently with smiles that don’t reach their eyes. The strangers don’t understand the fickle powers that govern our lives. The old gods, forces of nature and wild critters, must be respected and placated and content to leave us alone. The younger powers, our allies, must be remembered and honored so they remain faithful. In the blight years, when the cotton withers in the dry summer and the hay rots in the wet fall, the old folks don’t smile at all when the strangers laugh. And if some of the travelers fail to reach their dingy motel on the gulf, well, it’s awfully crowded down there this time of year. They won’t be missed for a long while yet.
It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity. How many times have you heard that line, even said it yourself? You’ve read of dry desert heat and it sounds almost peaceful, like the clean cut of a sharp knife instead of this slow, choking bludgeoning.
They dug a new well when they got an electric pump way back before you were born. The old one got filled in. It left a scar in the yard just off the porch steps in the form of a shallow, circular depression. You used to like to play there as a kid because the grass was always a little bit thicker and greener. Sometimes there were mushrooms. But your daddy would fuss when he caught you there and drag you away with a hand tight on your arm. It was years before you noticed how everyone else avoided the place. The treads on the steps were more worn on the side furthest from it and whenever anybody was walking across the yard, even if they were in a hurry, they’d swing wide around so as not to step on it. Later still, a storm blew down the weather-vane. The next night, the loss of its creaks and groans makes it too quiet for you to sleep. As you lay there, a rhythmic metallic clanking reaches your straining ears. You’d always assumed that it was part of the weather-vane turning. Soothed by your familiar lullaby, you begin to drift off even as part of your mind worries over the sound like a dog gnawing a bone. It’s a little different all by itself but you’re sure you’ve heard it before. Just before sleep claims you, you recognize it from a visit to a friend’s grandparents’ farm, which is even older than yours. It’s the sound of somebody priming a pump.
The hand-lettered sign in the gas station window reads “fresh hot cat heads!” You know they mean biscuits the size of a cat’s head. You think they mean biscuits. You pray they mean biscuits. As you pull away, you try not to notice the delicate bones littering the ground around the dumpster out back.