holy shit these are a lot of tags

shoutout to all my asian girls that don’t fit typical beauty expectations!! this is for all the girls that aren’t like the skinny, fair-skinned east asian girls in those aesthetic photoshoots. shoutout to south and southeast asian girls that are always forgotten in the western view of asia. this is for my desi girls, my indonesian girls, my malay and cambodian and vietnamese girls. this for the asian girls that have dark skin or a lot of facial hair or a unibrow or monolids or big boobs or no boobs!, or rolls/curves/stretch marks/cellulite!! i love u guys a lot and ur beautiful no matter what society tells u 💖💖💖

My 51 year old therapist mother LOVES Pokemon go

(Edit: my mom is only in here as brandy bc I imported a lot of my contacts from her phone and I haven’t ever bothered to change it. She and I get along perfectly, please don’t assume otherwise. I read tags and I see people doing it and it sucks to see)

(edit number 2: lay off on harassing me about my messages holy shit half of those were happy birthday texts from the day before and the other half were coupons. also depression makes it really hard for me to motivate myself to reply sometimes too. idk why i thought i could post this and nobody would find anything to pick at on this fucking website)


pansy parkinson — drifts on the page, wreathed in smug contempt. (words from this fic)

IPRE Orientation
  • Magnus, in a shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a hat on backwards: Hi! Your name tag says "I am... BETTER THAN YOU" and I think you just cheated at arm-wrestling a guy, which I didn't even know was an option. Do you want to be friends?
  • Lup, taking a step back, complimentary mints cascading from her pockets: Whoa, holy shit, muscleman. Do you think you could pick me up?
  • Magnus: Definitely. I could probably throw you too. These puppies can handle a lot.
  • Lup, already trying to clamber onto his shoulders: Benchpress me, my man.
  • Taako, running back over with his arms full of cheap plastic pens and fridge magnets: Lup, no, don't let the strange human boy carry you, you don't know where he's been!
  • Lup: Taako, come on, we're gonna go find some really high shelves to raid. Or maybe just a library to hold dominion over. We're unstoppable now.
  • Magnus, helping himself to some pocket mints: I heard there are training rooms somewhere.
  • Lup: Choice, homie.

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I hit 1k+ followers on this blog recently, so I’ve decided to do a follow forever as stated by my crappy gif above. The blogs below are in no particular order; just my favorite YOI exclusive/YOI-posting blogs. Thank you!

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@lwskybones submitted:

Happy belated birthday zeph!

I just wanted to say thank you so much for blessing us with your beautiful art! (especially the colours!! you’re a huge inspiration!?) THANK YOU!

awww, thank you so much ;v; !!!

My kinda late birthday book haul!
I’m currently flying through ACOWAR and holy shit, a lot of stuff is happening😮😮😮

slightlyconfusedcinnamonbun  asked:

Oh Gosh, I need to know what Alice told Bendy about the origin of babies. Btw, I really love this blog a lot! ♥

((she tried, at least. and thanks hun! <3))

Please don’t tag as kin/me - Please don’t repost to other websites - Ask Before Dubbing - Please don’t remove caption - Reblogs appreciated! <3 ✮

(it’s been so long, it’s been so long.. sorry!)


Same White Shirt , by @lululawrence : Or the one where Harry’s on the Late Late Show for a week and several misunderstandings with a certain mouthy assistant James recently hired make things that much more interesting. 

Larry famous/not famous AU (10k, NR) :because I live for banter and flirting <3 (no smut)

Love’s Truest Language  , by @smrwine :  The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.  “Where’s your order forms, then?”  “I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.  Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”

Larry Flowershop AU (48k, E) : oohhhhhhhhhh weell.That’s hot. and amazing. And Hot. Special kudos for the body workship and praise and dirty talk and OMG rough sex. (bottom Louis)

Jumpsuit  , by @a-writerwrites   : Harry crosses one leg over the other and puts his long, slender fingers on his cocked hip.  He arches his neck just so…and Louis forgets to breathe.  He’s doing that.  His baby is doing that. It makes Louis flush with pride and something else, something like arousal.   Because.  Harry’s legs.It’s just a lot. ***My interpretation of what happened after the Kiwi performance on LLS.

Larry canon and established relationship (3k, E) :  …. SMUUUUTT <3

Dance to the Distortion , by @domestic-harry : Louis accidentally breaks Harry’s camera lens and in order to get it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.

Larry Hate to love and fake relationship AU (96k, E) : Oh my, it’s amazing ! I bookmarked it with a lot of smut tags I won’t tell you because spoilers, but holy shit this is hot. They kind of share that really (I mean, QUITE LITERALLY)

Never Be Ready , by @afirethatcannotdie : A high school AU where a summer without Harry makes Louis realize that he wants to be a little bit more than best friends.

Larry High School AU and BFF to lovers (7k, NR) : so cute and fluffy and so full of pining! (no smut)

When Worlds Collide and Days are Dark , by @darkmarkburning and @harruandlou : It’s Harry’s job to investigate and stop any threats to National and International security as MI6’s top operative, which in this case, might just be Louis, over glorified Personal Assistant / Ministerial Diary Secretary to the Prime Minister, no matter how blue his eyes are or what his tight pants might do to Harry. With Harry as James Bond, Louis as his Bond Girl, Liam as M, Niall as Moneypenny, and Zayn as Q.

Larry James Bond - Spy AU (157k, M) : and also fake relationship AU , smutty (king of share that but mostly bottom Louis), kind of funny, also warning if you have TW about Terrorism/explosions.

X&Y , by sehnsvcht (orphan_account) Harry writes, except tonight, he can’t. Louis is his muse, except really, neither of them know that. They drive in the middle of the night and figure things out.

Larry Road trip and friends to lovers (4k, T) : very well written and beautiful ! (no smut)

Prom Promise  , by youbeyou : “I’m gonna go to that prom,” Harry tells him, pointing a finger in his ex’s face. “I’m gonna get a date who’s hot and nice and likes me for who I am and I am gonna have the time of my life. And you, Jeremy, are gonna wish you’d never let me get away.” Or It’s two weeks to prom and Harry needs a date.

Larry High Shccol AU (6k, NR) : cute and fluffy without smut. Kudo for Gemma as Louis’s BFF.

Drabble Game Part 2

Words: 3,687

A/N: Daaaaaaaang, this one is long. There’s going to be a part 3 so hang tight.

Drabble Game: 7- Eternity (Tony Stark)

It was nights like these when you really questioned yourself. Your head was nestled on top of your knees, your arms wrapped around them tightly as soft tears fell from your face unbidden. You’d endured so much that sometimes it was so hard to keep your head up. You shut your eyes, closing the world out. Maybe if you were just a little better, a little faster, a little stronger, then maybe they’d still be there. A warm arm wrapped itself around your body, its heat bringing you hope. The steady thrum of a heartbeat behind you dragged you out of the darkness, pulling you back towards the light. Perhaps it wasn’t your fault, perhaps it was always meant to be that way. A feather of a kiss landed lightly on your cheek, another hand pulling you even closer to the fiery heat. With each caress, you were brought back; every ghost of whisper upon your skin, tugging you ever closer to redemption.

“(Y/N)…” Tony whispered lightly, his arms wrapped around you in a display of adoration.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked, your darkened thoughts turning much lighter in his presence.

“I love you.” He pressed seriously, your head falling back against his shoulder. You would gladly suffer for eternity if it meant you could have a single moment with him.

Drabble Game:  18- Love (Wade Wilson)

It all started with an unidentifiable feeling at the mention of his name. It was just a fleeting feeling of something, nothing more. But it only progressed from there. Soon your heart was singing at the smallest indication of him, your entire demeanor shifting in the presence of him. Your stomach would flutter, your lips would curve into an unwilling smile, and your entire body would gravitate towards him. You’d never felt anything like it, deeming it nothing more than just an insatiable lust. But after the two of you had proved that theory wrong again and again, you were truly stumped. You worried whenever he was away, and craved his affection whenever he was near. It wasn’t just a physical crave either, you wanted to hear him call you his, wanted to see his eyes look warmly at you. And whenever you fought, you felt broken. Your entire world shattered with each frustrated yell, each painful insult. Finally, you’d had enough pondering what was and what wasn’t. You pulled back from Wade’s lips, looking at him seriously.

“What are we?” You deadpanned, your hands holding him back from your body. He blinked, not expecting such a question.

“What do you mean?” He asked. You rolled your eyes, continuing to keep him restrained.

“You know what I mean.” Sighing, he intertwined his fingers with his own.

“We’re what you want us to be.” He answered, stopping his advance when your breathing intermingled. “Or,” he continued, “We’re just love.”

Drabble Game: 19- Tears (Logan Howlett)

He stared at the stone, still not believing the events that transpired. His entire existence felt pointless, his body numb with grief. He was supposed to keep you safe, keep you… He dropped to his knees, a hand reaching out for the freshly engraved stone. He failed you. Dropping his head in shame, he welcomed the biting winds. He didn’t deserve to stand here in front of your grave, to grieve you like everyone else. You trusted him and he… A strange noise left his parted lips, a mixture between a sob and a howl.

“(Y/N)…” he whispered painfully, brokenly. His world was gone, you were gone. He was rocking back and forth, his arms holding onto his abdomen to help soothe the rising bile in his throat. Everything he did was for you and now you were gone. He couldn’t get the look of your eyes out of his head. They once shone with love, like the stars on a warm, summer night. The last time he looked at them, they were dull. The last bit of life snuffed out. And your skin, once warm and glowing, was cold and pale. It was like the world was torn from your body, leaving only a shell of the person you once were. The first tear leaked out of his eyes, others following soon after. His heart was shattering in his chest, the splinters a painful reminder of his failure. He could still smell the glimmer of your perfume on his shirt; still see your bright smile when he closed his eyes. No matter how hard he tried to shut it out, his senses were attacked. He shut his eyes painfully, willing it all to go away, willing the world to go away. His tears were searing against his skin, the scorching heat the only resistance to the piercing winds. In all his life, he’s never felt this broken, and he knew he’d never feel whole again.

Drabble Game: 26- Forever and a day (Matt Murdock)

It was silent, save for the occasional hiss of pain or the shuffle of medical equipment. You didn’t feel like talking and Matt didn’t look to be in the position to. He was leaning heavily against the couch, your hands working on cleaning the large gash across his chest. It always scared you, seeing him like this. You worried for him constantly, and nights like these did nothing to quell that feeling. He flinched when your hand unintentionally hit a particularly sensitive spot, your arm reeling back in horror at the thought of hurting him.

“Are you alright?” You asked softly, rubbing his knee with gentle movements.

“You’re worried.” Matt avoided the question, choosing to focus on your own thoughts instead.

“You run around the city and beat up bad guys for a living,” you muttered, “of course I’m worried.” He kept silent a moment, allowing you to continue working on his wound.

“You shouldn’t be worried.” You laughed curtly, your hands reaching blindly for a bandage.

“Seeing how many times you come back here beaten to a pulp doesn’t help your case much,” you stated dryly, finally locating the clean bandage. You wrapped it around his torso, careful not to hurt him in the process.

“I won’t leave you like that,” Matt promised. Your heart clenched within the confines of your chest, a naïve hopefulness surfacing at his words. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“Forever?” You asked quietly, knowing that his words would do nothing. It was less of an assurance but more of a temporary comfort.

“Forever and a day.”

Drabble Game: 33- Seeing Red (Matt Murdock)

Your broken body was lying mere feet from where Matt stood, Fisk taking some pleasure in knowing he’d found a weakness of the Devil’s. Your breathing was coming out shakily, the pain in your ribs increasing at every desperate inhale. You seemed to be fighting for each breath, a battle you were slowly losing.

“Matt,” you rasped, pleading for him to help you. He was by your side in an instant, Fisk’s men yelling warnings as they ran off into the dark night. Matt lifted you up gently, slipping your cellphone into his hand. He called Foggy as he cradled you in his arms, a hand moving through your hair softly. Each minute dragged on, Matt frantically keeping you awake while waiting for Foggy. After what felt like an eternity of pain, Foggy finally arrived. With the help of Matt, they had you in a car and all ready to go to the hospital. You were holding Matt’s hand in a death grip when he attempted to leave, your entire body screaming for him to stay with you. “Please,” you whispered. Matt, however, was seeing red. His jaw was clenched, his eyes screaming murder. He sent Foggy a pointed look, prying your hand off of his as he followed the path Fisk had taken minutes ago. You shivered. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had just been let loose.

Drabble Game:  47- Perfection (Wade Wilson)

You were having a terrible day, nothing seeming to go your way. By the time you finally got home, you dropped down on your bed. You didn’t bother taking your uniform off as you nestled into the warm bed, praying for pleasant dreams to take you away from the horrid reality that was today. The Merc with a Mouth, however, was having none of that.

“Honey I’m home!” He yelled, the door swinging open. You groaned, burrowing further into the bed. Maybe if you ignored him he’d go away. His footsteps grew closer and his voice grew louder. “So, today I had to go undercover. I was thinking about going for something a little more subtle but then I thought, maybe I should make it more childish sounding. I mean, who’s going to attack somebody called Rainbow Fluffy Pants?”

“Please tell me you didn’t go by the name Rainbow Fluffy Pants.” You said dryly.

“Of course not,” he scoffed. “It was Baby Unicorn Rainbow Fluffy Pants.” He replied, entering the room. You grumbled loudly, placing a pillow over your head.

“Can I just have a nap?” You asked into your pillow. The bed moved with the weight of Wade, an arm snaking around your shoulders.

“Bad day?” He asked. You nodded, pulling the pillow away from your face to look at him. He looked oddly sympathetic. Leaning in, he took off his mask and smiled at you. “Need me to make it better?” You smiled up to him.

“Always,” you replied. Returning your smile, he gently leaned in. As his lips moved against your own, you couldn’t think of anything in the world more perfect then Wade Wilson’s love.

Drabble Game: 56- Everything For You (Foggy Nelson)

“(Y/N),” Foggy grumbled, pulling at the collar of his button down.

“Oh relax, Fog.” You replied, pushing the last strand of hair back before turning to him.

“I’m all for free drinks but I really don’t want to go to this.” He sluggishly followed you out into the glowing city, waiting by you while you hailed a cab.

“You’re going to have fun.” You tried, cursing when a cab didn’t stop. “Besides, I can’t go without my best guy.” That seemed to do the trick. Foggy’s stance straightened up as you finally got a cab to stop. You both crammed in there, Foggy leaning back while you gave the driver the instructions to some overly posh art gallery. Finished with giving the instructions, you sighed, sitting back against the seat. You really hoped you didn’t mess up your hair but you honestly couldn’t care at the moment. Your nerves were eating you up. You’d been working on this project for weeks and it finally seems to have paid off. Your work was going to be on sale for the whole of upper-class New York. Foggy placed a hand on your knee, stopping the constant bobbing of it.

“You’re going to do fine.” He reassured, smiling softly. You breathed heavily, your senses focused on the heat radiating from his hand. If Foggy was here, you could do anything. Maybe. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach, making you feel like a school girl with a crush. Foggy mistook your reaction for nervousness towards the gala, causing him to move even closer. He was talking, and you should probably be listening, but the warmth radiating from his body was so sweet. “(Y/N)?” He asked. You’d been so lost in your senses; you failed to notice he stopped talking.

“How about we skip?” You asked him. “I’ll tell them I’m sick.”

“You don’t need to skip because you’re nervous I-,”

“It’s not that.” You interrupted. “I’d just rather… spend time… with… you.” Your eyes widened at your own words. You were not expecting yourself to be that bold. He smiled brilliantly at you.

“Well then,” he linked arms with you, bowing his head as best he could in the small space. “Shall we continue forth towards a valiant adventure, milady?” You giggled, nodding. “Very well, I shall do everything for you.” Laughing, you leaned into his shoulder. This evening was going to be great.

Drabble Game: 69- Shattered (Foggy Nelson)

Matt had tried to stop him, tried to warn him. But as soon as your name was mentioned, he was having none of it. He’d pushed past his friend, barreling towards your limp body. Your blood was mixing in with the water below, bruises covering you from head to toe. He didn’t remember dropping down, soaking his pants with your blood, didn’t remember screaming your name into the unforgiving winds, and didn’t remember breathing in your scent, praying for you to be alive. The eyes that were once filled with life, stared back at him mercilessly, dark and taxing. The touch that was once heavenly and warm and everything he could ever want, was now cold and bitter. The lips that were once pink and filled with love, were now pale and bloodied. He didn’t remember how long he sat there, staring at the only fragment of yourself still on this Earth. However, he did remember watching helplessly as they loaded your lifeless form into a body bag, taking his heart with them. He did remember the box in his pocket searing into his leg. He was supposed to ask tonight. He was supposed to marry you. He was supposed to be with you forever. His head dropped into his hands, tears mixing in with the rain. He didn’t care about the cold, didn’t care about the drenching rain. He only cared about you. After hours of crying, his knees scraping on the harsh concrete, his throat aching from his screams, Matt finally made him move. And with each step he took, his heart shattered more.

Drabble Game: 81- A Place To Belong (Wade Wilson)

He shot straight up, sweat rolling down his body as he panted. It was just a dream. He placed his head in his hands, moving in on himself. He felt so alone in the world. Throwing the blankets off of him, he flung his legs over the side of the bed. The cool wood beneath worked wonders on his heated body, his breathing returning to normal. He breathed in the warm, summer air, almost reminding himself that he was still alive. He was about to get up when a warm hand snaked around his abdomen, a soft cheek resting against his back.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, your voice groggy with sleep. He nodded, a hand moving to intertwine with your own.

“Just a nightmare, go back to bed.” He replied, reveling in the feel of your skin on his.

“What about you?” You inquired. He sat in silence for a moment, shrugging.

“I’ll go make breakfast.” You looked to the clock, watching the neon lights change from 3:41 to 3:42.

“At 3 in the morning?” You shook your head against his back, pulling him closer towards you. “You’re going back to sleep with me and in the morning, you’re staying here while I make breakfast.” He turned to face you, admiring the way the moon shined perfectly against the planes of your face. Nodding, he laid back down, happily adjusting himself so you could cuddle against his chest, legs intertwining with his. The sounds of your even breath had him lulling off into a peaceful sleep. He’d finally found a place to belong.

Drabble Game: 87- Gunshot (Wade Wilson)

Your ears were ringing, the gunshot coming from that close slightly disorienting you. The tang of gunpowder assaulted your tongue, your legs stumbling around as you tried to regain focus. Someone was coming towards you. With all of your strength, you flicked the blade up into their throat. Or at least you hoped it was their throat. You supported yourself on the wall, taking a moment to regain your senses. Who had they shot? Your eyes scoped out the room, stopping once they landed on the giant pool of red. You pushed off the wall with heavy hands, walking much more fluidly than before. Heaving a sigh, you dropped down next to Wade.

“You were shot,” you observed dryly, looking at the bloody hole in the middle of his abdomen.

“I,” he coughed, “I don’t think I’ll make it.” You rolled your eyes, watching him place a hand to his forehead in a dramatic show. “I just want you to know,” he paused, “I love chimichangas.” He let out a raspy breath, his body going limp.

“Wade,” you grumbled, “Get your ass up.”

“Can’t,” he mumbled, “dead.”

“You and I both know you aren’t dead.” You retorted.

“Only a kiss can wake me from my deadly slumber,” he breathed, pulling up his mask and revealing his lips.

“I’m leaving your ass here.” You got back to your feet, making your way through the throng of lifeless, gory bodies with a smirk on your face. In three… two… one…

“(Y/N),” Wade called.

“Yes?” You inquired, not bothering to face him.

“I’m not getting that kiss?” Rolling your eyes, you turned to face him.

“Of course you are,” you replied, taking a step closer to him. Your hands trailed down the front of his suit, stopping before you got past his belt. You leaned in, your words ghosting his lips as you whispered, “You’ll just have to catch me first.” You pushed off him, running away as fast as your legs could take you. He blinked, staring at where you stood for a moment. His mind finally registered what you said as he took off in a dead sprint towards you. He was getting that kiss.

Drabble Game: 88- Possession (Wade Wilson)

You could feel his eyes on you as you laughed politely at the man’s joke, hoping to get a little more information out of him. You savored in the cool liquid going down your throat as you made eye contact with Wade. He was seething, his eyes screaming murder as he took confident strides closer. You looked back to the senator, thinking of a way to get him away from here before Wade could get near him. Acting quickly, you pulled the senator into a back room, promises of pleasure tumbling out your lips. He seemed all too eager to follow you, hoping he’d be able to claim his reward. You knew Wade was still following, knew he was not going to let you out of his sight. You pushed the senator into a room, locking the door behind the two of you. A soft breeze ushered in through the open window, cooling down your anger ever so slightly. You only had a moment to relax before the senator was pushing you down onto the bed, positioned above you as he leaned in to kiss you. Your eyes looked around frantically, your mind searching for some way out of this situation. His lips were rough against your own, his tongue assaulting your mouth before you could pull him off. Fortunately for you, you didn’t need to. Wade slit the man’s throat, his blood oozing down on top of you. You shivered, the heat of the blood contrasting to the cool room. Wade had pushed the man off of you, taking his place above you.

“Mine.” He growled, throwing off his mask and attacking your lips ruthlessly. His hands were brutal in their exploration, leaving bruises in their wake. You finally found the strength to push him off, glaring at him.

“I needed that man.” You shouted. “We need the information.”

“Fuck the information,” Wade yelled, moving back towards you. You held him back as best you could, your eyes burning a hole in his head.

“Now is not the time for your petty jealousy.” You retorted, shoving him back. He barely stumbled, pinning your beneath him.

“You. Are. Mine.” He ground out, pushing his hips against your own. You were in his possession and he was not letting go. A feral smile made its way onto his lips, his hands working on peeling off your clothes.

“What are you doing?” You inquired, your voice ice.

“Marking my territory.”

Drabble Game: 92- Innocence (Loki Laufeyson)

“What would you have me do?” He asked, his voice irritated.

“Stay with me,” you replied calmly, a hand wrapping around his arm. “Please, Loki. You don’t have to do this.” He looked into your shining eyes, his resolve breaking with each breath you took.

“My beloved,” he breathed, pain etched on his face. “I wish for Asgard to suffer no longer. Do you not understand?”

“I do understand, Loki.” You pleaded with your eyes. “But do you not understand that I need you.” He sighed, moving closer to your heat. You could hear the thoughts running through his mind, fear and doubt coursing in his eyes.

“I do.” He muttered, leaning his head against your own. “I feel the same.”

“Then you must stay.” You stated calmly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “You must stay for me.” He nodded slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“How can I be sure you won’t leave me?” He whispered, his voice that of a man who has been neglected for far too long.

“Are you so naïve that you do not see?” You questioned him, no real heat behind your words. “I have fallen in love with you, Loki.” His breath caught, his heart speeding up.

“I love you,” he exhaled, “I love you so much.” Smiling, you placed a sweet, chaste kiss against his awaiting lips. His green eyes searched your face, looking for any kind of deceit. He couldn’t find any. He could only find adoration, love, and your innocence. He’d never met anyone quite like you, somebody who had managed to live this long without spoiling their innocence. It was refreshing. But right now, he wanted to throw that innocence into the wind. He pushed you back down onto the bed, a sinister smirk on his features.

“Loki?” You asked, gulping at the look on his face. He didn’t respond verbally, positioning himself in between your legs instead. You were watching him curiously, a hand sliding up his chest. And like that, he was kissing you.

anonymous asked:

i'm dyyyyyyyyying to know your opinion about mic drop choreo. it's so agressive n intense. also, tae really improved a lot of his dancing this comeback, im so impressed!

sorry @bst/tomorrow move aside MIC DROP is now my fave bts piece :))

listen ok that piece ended every single dance career out there like forsythe who? ricky dillon? travis wall? succ that good old bts dick bc they came IN for ur careers and decimated every single person out there holy shit

  1. overall, the choreography is incredibly intense like u mentioned. it hits hard w no breaks for the audience and the dancers themselves. visually, a masterpiece. choreographically, a bigger masterpiece. (and, to be noted, there are some parts where i don’t like the steps, but that’s personal preference lol) 

  2. i would like to give the chorus three thousand platinum diamond gold stars bc it’s choreo is perfect  , like. it looks good on the dancers, but it isn’t overly complicated . the movements fit the music and the way things are executed ..bts did well to accommodate to the style of hiphop they’re dancing. it’s something most people miss, but i caught and really appreciate it

    i wanted to pick out some timestamps for people to watch, but the whole fucking thing is good like i’ve never been this invested in one of their dances ever? i’m not even joking if i was taking this as a class i’d be screaming the whole way thru the chorus

    it’s hit after hit after hit after hit and there’s no break for my Ass god all the choreo is fucking perfect there’s nothing else mr. son could’ve put in there to match the song that well

  3. the only way to describe MIC DROP is “hot”. it’s sexy but in a careless, locking attitude, and bts plays into a new style really well. they fit seamlessly into the genre, and i think this is the concept they were looking for during debut, but couldn’t find it. it’s nice to see a more mature group tackle a darker concept

  4. the opening to that dance is the best bts choreo i’ve ever seen, sorry :// it’s hot and smart it has a Feel to it that i can’t quite describe but fits the vibe that bts was going for (0:00-0:13) idk what it is about it that makes me put it on loop for 23min but ??? it’s so satisfying to watch

  5. the transitions were impeccable. the way they played w levels and differing moves for every member within the group formation = nut after nut after nut after nut

  6. i would also like to point eyes to the costuming bc that shit was flawless during this performance: i hope they keep it up. their clothes were actual dancewear, so i could see the movement thru the body. it projected choreo in a flattering manner, and the “mix and match” style of old hiphop was super super super super super super super tasteful.

    gold fucking star to min yoongi’s outfit especially. i’m dying to get my hands on those pants bc h o l y s h i t did they look good when he was moving. they’re baggy in a good way….it enhanced the choreography Well

  7. 0:55 - hoseok walking off but still dancing is smth to notice. it’s probably a personal correction he gave himself to account for camerawork, so instead of slouching off in the background, he continues the movement in order to uphold a performance aura. otherwise, he will look sloppy and not ready for the stage

  8. seokjin and namjoon improved the most imo. U can see them finally filling out the counts and adding extra interp into their dancing + way less stiff. i thought they wouldn’t do well w this dance because it’s slow, but they just proved me wrong

anonymous asked:

joon was jackson's first love?!?! holy shit how did that happen *

A LOT of one-sided pining on Jackson’s part. Since he and Joon are both the same year and have been undeclared during fresh and sophomore year, they shared a lot of classes together. Well, more like Jackson tried to match his sched to Nams. Ever since that party (I can’t link to the comic rn but it’s under my tag masterlist) he threw, he’s been smitten, mostly in a physical sense at first. That got him to start noticing Nams in a romantic way though.

They became really good friends during freshman year and hung out a lot throughout said year. Jackson would drop hints he’s into Joon (“Namjoon, I like you,” “Nice dude, I like you too”) but joon’s an idiot and was completely oblivious to his intentions. Jackson’s also a complete hopeless romantic so any cute or nice thing joon did (and he did a lot ‘cause he’s sweet like that) made him go super heart eyes emoji. It didn’t help that Jackson’s past relationships paled in the nice department either.

Jackson knew he was head over heels for him when he and his best friend Amber had a HUGE fight and Joon ended up taking care of him, housing him for a few days. Jackson got shit faced drunk and cried and wailed for several nights and mornings, and Joon was there for him, genuinely engaged in talking and hearing him pour his feelings out.

After much sagely advice and encouragement from Joon, Jackson was able to make up with Amber. That got the best friend seal of approval from her so in return, she encouraged Jackson to confess and ask Joon out on a date.

Jackson decided to do it at the end of freshman year, since they’re both going to stay on campus for summer, which to him is time they could use to fulfill his romcom fantasy montage of jumping in lakes and kissing under the summer rain. When the time came, Jackson literally had to spell out his feelings for Joon to ask him out on a r-o-m-a-n-t-i-c date, not a study one (“finals ended stupid I don’t need help studying,” “Yeah but learning never ends.”) Joon agreed on one date and Jackson was ecstatic.

Much in Jackson fashion, the date was completely spontaneous, fun, and adventurous. It wasn’t what Joon was used to since he’s more of a lowkey, embrace the nature and wax poetics about flowers blooming type, but he had a lot of fun anyway since he got to try out so many new things. At the end of the night, they finally had a moment of peace. They talked about the day and their feelings and how much they enjoyed each other’s companies. Jackson kissed Namjoon and he let him. To Jackson it was electrifying and sweet and right, but for Namjoon, while it was nice at first, it slowly became terrifying. A knot grew in his chest and he knew he regretted it the moment they parted.

Namjoon couldn’t break his feelings to Jackson that night since he looked so happy, so he waited the day after. Safe to say, Jackson was extremely brokenhearted. His summer montage was boyfriendless and Namjoonless.

They didn’t talk for several months and it was a bit awkward still even after they did but after much thought, Jackson valued their friendship more than possibly having a romantic relationship with him.

Now on their third year, they’re still really good friends and Jackson is still into the idea of dating Nams, but he’s at a place where it’s more like wow other boys are cute besides this lanky fool. Jackson still showers him with affection but he also came to terms with the extent of their relationship.

Comic x