[translations] 2017.09.13 NCT Dream We Young fansign at Pyeongchon
Seating arrangement: Haechan Chenle Jeno Mark Renjun Jisung [Falling_214]
1. Renjun says that there’s a lot of mosquitoes recently due to the changing weather, and the mosquitoes are really smart as they survive using their abilities. Jeno and Renjun click the best when they are catching mosquitoes. Their room has an average of 4 mosquitoes, and Jeno is really great at catching them hhh. When Renjun and Jeno are sleeping they will be woken up by the sound of
mosquitoes, they go “YA!, turn the lights on” catch it, off the light, when another mosquito comes again, they will go like “YA! Turn the lights on” & the cycle repeats kkkkkkkkkk [byyourside_mk | qoop423] Jeno says that he learned a self introduction in Chinese from Chenle too,”Xiao Mi Mi de Jeno” (trans: smiling Jeno) [qoop423]
2. OP: Hello! Haechan have you ever thought of getting a tattoo? Haechan: Tattoo? Yes OP: Which part of your body? Haechan: If I do it.. Neck! OP: Neck?! And also what did Haechan sing at your first audition? Haechan: SHINee’s Sherlock and Justin Bieber’s Baby OP: Can I request for you to sing a little of it? Haechan: *sang a bit until ‘No I’m Like’ & Chenle started singing along too* (audio) OP: Thank you! [990802mklee]
3. OP asked the members to draw each other’s photocard: Mark - Haechan, Chenle - Jisung, Renjun - Jeno. Haechan was the first to draw, so using Haechan as example the remaining members drew passionately… *Chenle wrote Pabo Jisung on Jisung’s card* [yochi_0v0]
4. OP asked Jisung if he is the hyung, who would he want as his little brother? Jisung,”Haechan!!♡” [jjinee68]
5. OP: Jisung mentioned you would write fictional novels, do you have main characters? Jisung: Main character? It’s up to my thoughts for that day OP: Ah, it’s random? Jisung: Yes! It’s like that! Wah, I didn’t expect to be asked this.. OP: So if you wrote it today, what would be the name of the main character? Jisung: Um… Chansang? [ilove_marklee]
6. OP: Ah, do you happen to know DAY6′s You Were Beautiful? Haechan: Ah, yes OP: Erm.. Could you sing that once for us next time? Haechan: haha I got it OP: Sure! Promise! Haechan: Promise OP: See you next time Haechan: Thank you. [LuvforMK]
you guys don’t understand how much I love taylor like if she wrote a song about a carrot and had a concert where she only sang about carrots in the middle of a desert you know my ass would be there in a second. the amount of love I have for her is immense
Summary: After a blowout fight, Billy has to find a way to make things right with his girl.
Authors Note: This is long. Very long… Like… five pages long. I was listening to The Last Time by Taylor Swift when I wrote this… Now that I’m reading it back, I don’t really see how much the song actually influenced the way I wrote it, but it’s a good song period. So listen to it. Even if you don’t like Taylor Swift, you’ll like this song.
I have decided that I’m going to take requests! I really have a hard time writing them, though! Maybe I’ll reblog some prompts and you can send them in.
Thanks for the love on the first part of this! I love you guys! All feedback is appreciated (even if you hated it)
“DC. The house that Batman built.” “Get yourself ready for some…reading.” “Batman is very wise.” “Yeah, I’ve got an extra ab.” “We are transporting 11 million sticks of dynamite, 17,000 pounds of C4, about 150 little cute little classic bomb-type bombs, and two best friends, and request permission to fly over the most crime-ridden city in the world!” “I’m a loser at home, and I’m a loser at work.” “You should be terrified.” “All the C-grade villains have broken into the energy plant!” “Dear gosh, you destroyed the ___! You have thought of everything!” “I just wrote a song about how I’m gonna kick all of your butts.” “Get it together, guys, you’re making me look bad in front of Batman!” “Save the city or catch your greatest enemy.” “You think you’re my greatest enemy?” “I like to fight around.” “I’m okay with you fighting other people.” “Remember, kids: If you wanna be like Batman, take care of your abs.” “Were you looking at the old family pictures again?” “I don’t talk about feelings.” “Your greatest fear is being a part of a family again.” “Tuxedo dress up party!” “How am I supposed to get ___’s respect when I’m working with these human farts?” “I’m just so jazzed to meet you!” “I hate everything you just said.” “You won’t get to fight any of this anymore.” “Riddle me this: …what just happened?” “There are no more vigilantes allowed.” “You need to take responsibility for your life.” “I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Hello secret camera!” “You’ve been watching too many Lifetime movies and drinking chardonnay.” “Chance of failure is 110%.” “Sometimes to right a wrong, you have to wrong right.” “How dare you tell me how to parent my kid I just met.” “Life doesn’t give you seatbelts!” “I’m trying to give you a big old hug.” “What’s the vigilante position on cookies?” “It’s weirder if it’s not your son…” “Somebody get this man some pants.” “You can’t be a hero if you only care about yourself.” “I got thrown in this heckhole on purpose!” “I’m gonna go start looting.” “Ask your nerd friends.” “Who’s the greatest villain of them all now?!” “I’m rubbing my butt all over your stuff.” “Rename this the buttmobile.” “Do you ever get scared?” “This is not a family trip.” “It’s 100% lava.” “Why did you build this thing only one seat?” “Last I checked I only had one butt.” “For a loner, you sure like movies about relationships.” “Good news, our bathroom problem is solved.” “We are just one big happy f…raternity of people.” “I don’t need friends.” “I swear I’m a good guy.” “I was trying to protect them…” “Are they really the ones you’re protecting?” “Don’t do what I would do!” “You’ve gotta let me go down there and save them!” “I don’t even know why you bothered coming back.” “…I was afraid.” “I was afraid of feeling the pain you feel when you lose someone close to you.” “Saving this city is too big a job for one person.” “Who’s laying down those funky beats?” “Okay, ___. Bring the pain.” “As I predicted, we’re doomed!” “You had me at shut up.” “How are your abs, bro?” “Sometimes losing people is part of life, but that doesn’t mean you stop letting them in.” “This is my family. But it’s your family too.” “Do you have a knife? Because someone needs to cut the tension between us.”
‘Where the Streets Have No Name’ came together in a bit of a rush the evening before we were due to start recording again…I was recording onto a four-track tape machine, working alone, sequencing keyboards to the drum machine. I was starting to get desperate and thinking about the next tour. I imagined being at a U2 show and tried to dream-up what I would want to hear. It was my attempt to conjure up the ultimate U2 live-song. It was a strange feeling when I finished the rough mix, because I thought I had just come up with the most amazing guitar part and song of my life, but I was totally alone in a big house with no one to share it with. I remember listening to the complete silence of the house for a few seconds after the music had stopped and then doing a dance around the room punching the air. Then I went home.
The Edge, U2 by U2
lmao that is the most adorable thing I have ever heard I love Edge so much
he is totally my spirit animal
also did this dude literally just spontaneously decide one evening “I’m going to write the best live song ever, like, THE quintessential song that will define U2 concerts forever henceforth,” and then just like…sat down and…did that??? in one night??? how
like damn son, if Edge had been around Italy in whatever BC, Rome WOULD have been built in a day
IN MY HEAD I DO EVERYTHING RIGHT WHEN YOU CALL, I’LL FORGIVE AND NOT FIGHT BECAUSE OURS ARE THE MOMENTS I PLAY IN THE DARK WE WERE WILD AND FLUORESCENT COME HOME TO MY HEART
IN YOUR CAR THE RADIO UP IN YOUR CAR THE RADIO UP WE KEEP TRYNA TALK ABOUT US SLOW MOTION I’M WATCHING OUR LOVE I’LL BE YOUR QUIET AFTERNOON CRUSH BE YOUR VIOLENT OVERNIGHT RUSH MAKE YOU CRAZY OVER MY TOUCH
CAN YOU WRITE #5 ON THE DRABBLE LIST?! 😱😱😱 I love your writing!!
#5: “How come you’ve never wrote a song about me?”
“Does it ever bother you knowing Harry’s been with other girls during your breakup?” your sister asked as she was flipping through a magazine while laying down on your bed. You paused as you stared at her from the reflection of the mirror you were finishing your makeup at. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you went back to brushing the mascara wand over your lashes. “What do you mean?”
Your sister looked up before she sat up. “Obviously you dated guys while you guys were broken up.” You nodded your head, beckoning her to go on. “And obviously he’s dated other people as well. But…he’s practically telling everyone about it in his albums. I mean, come on. Listen to this song.” Your sister stated as Carolina was softly playing in the background.
When you and Harry broke up, there were a lot of tears and shouting exchanged. It wasn’t something the two of you wanted. It just…happened. Just like you, Harry was dating other people. However, being with other people just made the two of you realize how stupid it was to break up in the first place. The breakup was torturous and a waste of time to not be together. The two of you rekindled your love around the same time Dunkirk was premiering.
Your lips pursed into a straight line, the thought of Harry being intimate with someone else made you sick to your stomach. Your sister continued, “Do you know if he’s ever written a song about you? Are any of the songs on his album about you?”
You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. To be honest with yourself, when it was first announced Harry was coming up with an album, you were scared of having a song written about you. You were scared that he would still resent your breakup and write something awful about you (You were quick to get rid of those thoughts for you knew Harry would never do anything so vicious). You were scared that he would write about the relationship, making your love for each other known to the world. So when his album finally did release, you listened to each song carefully. You listened to each song carefully. You would listen to one song, thinking the next song playing might be about you. But when you finished the whole album, you realized there were no songs about you. You didn’t know how to feel about it that day.
“Oh! Is Sweet Creature about you? Oh wait, no. That’s about Gemma. What about-?”
“No. There are no songs abut me on the album.” You quietly said as you got up from your vanity. Your sister watched you with guilt in her eyes. “I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t mean to intrude-”
“Don’t be. You were just curious.”
Harry plopped down on the couch next to you before he grabbed the remote. “What do you think, petal? Should we re-watch something or shall we watch something new?” Harry asked as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. When he received no response, he looked over to you with a look on his face, a look he knew all to well. He placed the remote down and turned to look at your properly. He grabbed your hand gently, causing you to look up at him. “Penny for your thoughts?”
You shook your head as you pulled your hand away from Harry’s hold. “It’s nothing. Let’s watch “Me before You” again.” Harry’s eyes stared into yours that were trying to look everywhere else but him. He sighed, “Love, I know something’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours. Let me hear it.” Your eyes slowly looked into Harry’s. He gave you a small smile, trying to give you the reassurance you needed.
You sighed ad your eyes fell to your fidgeting fingers on your lap. “How come you’ve never wrote a song about me?”
Harry’s eyebrows furrowed. He opened his mouth to speak but you were quick to interrupt him. “On your album…you just wrote about so many other people. And I realize I sound so silly, I truly do. But maybe those people you wrote about impacted your lift more than I have. And if that’s the case then maybe-”
Harry pressed his lips onto yours, a habit he’s always done when you were rambling. You were quick to pull away. Your head hung low, tears brimming your eyes as you thought about not being as important in Harry’s life as he was to yours. “Wait here.” Hare whispered before he disappeared into to his room.
It was less than a minute before Harry returned with a journal in his hands. He took his seat back next to you before he placed the journal on your lap. You looked up at him, “What’s this?”
Harry’s head nodded to the journal. “Open it.” You bit your bottom lip before you opened the cover of the journal. On the top of the first page was your name written in Harry’s handwriting. Underneath that were lyrics. Lyrics about how he felt when he first met you. You turned the page to see another song, this time the lyrics professing Harry’s love for you. Each page held a different song, different lyrics about your relationship. By the time you were done reading the last song lyrics, tears were running down your cheek.
You looked at Harry to see him nervously staring at you. “Oh, Harry” you whispered before you wrapped your arms around his. Harry was quick to return your hug, rubbing your back to soothe your crying. “I’ve written so many songs about you, love. You’re very much an impact in my life. Please don’t think otherwise. I would write a million songs for you if you ever wanted me to.”
You chuckled softly as you wiped away your tears. “I love you, H.”
thank you so much for all the requests i’ve gotten to write this prompt! i hope i wrote it to everyone’s justice. it turned out better in my head lol i love hearing from you guys! please do not hesitate to tell me what you guys thought!
That’s How a Moment Lasts Forever - Post-BatB Oneshot
“Why do you keep
so many tea sets?”
The old man
chuckled, leaning back in his armchair as he watched his littlest
grandchild. While her two older siblings had chosen to play outside
in the snow, she stared at his bookcase, which, instead of being
filled with books, was lined with teapots and teacups made of wood,
porcelain, and china.
“Well, you know
your father’s a potter; he gives me the ones that no one wants.”
“But do you even
use them?” the girl asked. “They’ve got chips and cracks in
them. They wouldn’t make good tea.”
definitely your mother’s daughter,” the old man replied. “I
suppose…I keep them because they deserve a home, a place to
The girl raised her
eyebrows. “You make it sound like they’re alive.”
old man’s voice took on a spooky tone. “Sometimes they talk to me
The girl laughed.
“No they don’t!”
“No, they don’t,”
he agreed, laughing in return. “But can’t an old man have his
hobbies? I like antiques! I’m a collector, always have been! You
see that?” He pointed at a tiny, intricately decorated box on the
mantel above the fireplace. “It plays a lullaby if you open it.
The king’s grandfather made that for me when I was a boy.”
tea sets were momentarily forgotten as the little girl ran over to
the mantel and seized the box in her hands.
man raised a gnarled hand, but there was no need; the girl set the
box down with the utmost care. She lifted open the box, revealing a
tiny, incredibly detailed replica of a rose. The rest of the inside
was gold and cornflower blue, with a castle painted on the inside of
the lid. She located the winding handle on the side, and with a nod
from her grandfather, wound it up and let it play.
At once, a little
melody, strong but sweet, began to emit from the box, causing the
rose to rotate slowly in place. The girl sat, entranced by the box,
while the man closed his eyes and hummed along.
“You won’t find a
box like that anywhere else,” he finally said. “That’s why it’s
The girl waited
until the last notes faded away, then looked up at her grandfather to
ask him a question. But what she saw startled her into concern
rather than curiosity.
Grandfather!” She rushed forward, drawing out her handkerchief to
wipe his tears away. The song was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t a
song that should be cried over!
He smiled and let her wipe away his tears. “You are very kind. My
mother used to sing that song for me.” He didn’t need to say the
“Oh,” the girl
whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t know,”
the old man reassured her, smiling. “Besides, I let that old box play every day, and you don’t see me crying all the time, do you?”
“No,” the girl answered, grinning. “You’re very cheerful.”
“Well that’s good,” he exclaimed. “I’m glad I didn’t grow up to be an old grump like my father did.”
They sat in silence for a few more minutes; she admiring the music box, and he gazing at the tea sets in the bookcase that he kept so well polished that the imperfections shone in the light.
“Do you want to know the real reasons behind the tea sets?” he asked suddenly, waking the girl from her short-lived reverie. “Why I look after them like I do? You have to promise not to laugh or walk away.”
The little one shrugged, but sidled up to her grandfather’s armchair. “Okay. Tell me.”
“Do you promise not to laugh?”
“I promise.” Her eyes gazed up at him, wide and trusting.
“It’s because I used to be one myself.”
The girl sat there, eyes wide, lips parted slightly in surprise. She wanted to ask if it was a joke, but the old man looked completely serious. And she was just at that age where she was learning to take care of herself, but still young enough to believe in fairy stories, if they were spun the right way.
The old man’s lips curled into a real, genuine smile, one that only children would understand. “Magic.”
“What happened?” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.
“Well…sit back a little, and I’ll tell you,” the man replied. “I was your age when this story took place. It started with a spoiled prince, an old enchantress, and a young farm girl who saved us all…”
“You used to work at the castle?” the girl said after he had finished his tale.
“Well, it was mostly my mother; she was the head housekeeper. I followed in the steps of my father, became a potter, and when I had your father, I taught him as well. Hopefully your older siblings will carry on the family business for me.”
“I bet they will.” The girl slumped in her chair. But soon she straightened up again. “Was the queen really an inventor?”
“Best in the world,” he replied. “She’s the reason why you have a fountain behind your house for laundry.”
“Is the Enchantress still alive?”
“I have no idea. Probably.”
“Were the musicians really world-famous?”
“Of course they were. Why would they lie?”
“Maybe to gain favor with the prince.”
“No, they’ve been in the paper before. I have clippings, if you’re really that skeptical.”
“Wow…” For a moment she was lost in her own daydreams of what it would be like living with famous people. But then another thought stole her mind away. “Could Plumette really fly? Like a bird?”
“Even after the curse she could float for a while, if she wanted to.”
“What do you want me to say about him? The man was an eccentric old codger right up until the day he…” The man paused for a moment, lost in the past. “Until he died.”
The girl pondered the word in silence, while the other sat in his armchair, thinking of times and thoughts that his granddaughter would never understand, no matter how much she listened, or how much she learned. She would never learn to appreciate time as he had, especially now, after all these years. And he was the last one, the one given the most time to contemplate what had happened. Everyone else had already passed on.
Sometimes, they would come to him in his dreams, as young as he remembered them that day: newly human and full of happiness. Lumiere would ask him how old age was treating him, Chapeau would clap him on the back and comment on his family, his mother would wrap her arms around him and tell him how proud she was of him. How proud they all were of him.
But Cogsworth always told him the time, how time was running out. Tick-tock, there’s not much time left. And though he always asked what Cogsworth meant, the old majordomo never explained himself, only kept repeating the same thing over and over again. Even now, Cogsworth was still as incessant as a real clock.
And yet…though he had time well-spent…it never seemed like enough. Well, not until now, as his youngest grandchild sat next to him, visions of magic and curses dancing in her head, the very age he was when the curse was cast. Filled with the wonder of a story that would die with him.
“I have a special task for you, little one,” he murmured, and the girl’s eyes lit up.
“What is it?” she asked. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
“Don’t forget the story I’ve told you today. Not a single word of it. Write it down somewhere, make it a book. And tell your grandchildren. And have them tell theirs.”
“All right,” the child said. “Is it that important?”
“I don’t want anyone to forget them,” he continued. “They taught me a lesson; I am sure they will teach others too. You’ve probably been told that nothing lasts forever, haven’t you?”
“That’s right,” she said. “Mother told me that.”
“Well…this story only happened in a moment, out of all the time in the world. And when I die, the days I’ve lived will disappear. But now that I’ve told you, you can tell other people, and those people can tell other people, and the story will last longer than any of us.”
He wasn’t much of a storyteller at this age, but he could do this much for his family. He didn’t live his whole life just to die without people really knowing what happened all those years ago. It wasn’t just some curse; lessons were learned, and love was restored to the castle.
“Okay. I promise I’ll do it. And my children will do it too.”
Chip smiled and closed his eyes. He could picture them now, in the castle, carrying out their duties, royalty and service alike. Some would call them ordinary, but to him they were the most important people in the world. They didn’t deserve to be fleeting. They deserved to live on. Through story, through song, through legend.
That’s how a moment lasts forever…when our song lives on.
•she’s in an all girl music group
•she’s mean to boys
•she wrote (I think??) and sang a song about how amazing and hot a girl is
•she sang the song with (and TO) Cheryl Blossom
•she “doesn’t have time for boys” lol girl same I’ve said that line so many times
•apparently she sings songs as favors for the cheer captain semi-regularly
Feel free to add on (I probably will as the show goes on)