HOW DID HER HAIR REMAIN SO LUSCIOUS AND GLORIOUS THROUGHOUT THAT JOURNEY?? NOT TO MENTION IT WASN’T TANGLED, SHE COULD EASILY PUT ALLL THAT INTO A NEAT LITTLE BUN, IT LOOKED GORGEOUS THAT ENTIRE TIME? IMPOSSIBLE
-The boys are all extremely excited about these new songs, so they would appreciate your full support of their hard work.
-THE BOYS THEMSELVES CHOOSE WHO GETS LINES. Mostly, anyway. Stop getting angry with maknae line for getting more lines than Hoseok (or targeting Jungkook specifically, bc he already was catching shit for getting a lot of lines even before this comeback). Those boys love each other so much. Do you really think they would make it a situation of “stealing lines”? Do you really think Jeon Jungkook would flip his hair and say “Yes I think I deserve these lines because I’m the best one here”? They probably thought long and hard about line distribution and had a good reason for deciding on Hoseok not having any lines. For all we know, Hoseok could have felt like his voice didn’t fit the song as well as the others. They could have not had a choice. WE DONT KNOW AND WE NEVER WILL SO JUST BE MATURE AND WORK THROUGH YOUR DISAPPOINTMENT RESPECTFULLY.
-THIS IS NOT TO SAY BEING DISAPPOINTED WITH HOSEOK’S LACK OF LINES IS BAD OR INVALID. If you’re disappointed, that’s fine. But BE MATURE and stop bashing the others who had more lines than him. It’s rude and immature and probably causes tension between the members, just as much if not MORE than reading all the gross and sexual comments on their YouTube and twitter updates.
-I think a lot of people forget that Jungkook is actually the main vocalist and therefore it makes sense for him to have a larger portion of lines.
-I know it’s weird to think, but Bangtan is literally made up of grown men. Yes they’re young adults, but they’re adults nonetheless. They know better than anyone what goes into their job, and they can sort through it with the support of each other and the support (not hissy fits and rage filled messages) from Army. They’re stronger than many of us give them credit for.
-There is no “Hyung line” and “Maknae line”. There is so division between those boys other than the fact that hyung line is older. Stop working so hard to make inter-fandom-warfare a thing. We have enough fandoms against us as is. Be mature and realize that Bangtan is a GROUP of seven INDIVIDUALS that deserve respect. All. seven. of them. Deserve. Respect.
-Bangtan Sonyeondan is allowed to explore music styles. Having a different sound that they did when they debuted is a GOOD THING. It means that they’re growing as people and artists. They have more creative control with their music than they did then, which means they’re working together to make it fit their personal tastes.
-Spreading negativity isn’t the way to bring justice to something you think is an issue. To the boys, if they dug around and read comments (which we know they do), it more than likely seems as if a large portion of Army aren’t enjoying the comeback because of one reason or another because of all the negativity being spread. The truth of the matter is: IT DOESNT MATTER HOW GOOD YOUR INTENTIONS ARE IF YOURE HURTING SOMEONE ELSE IN THE PROCESS. Whether it be another Army or one of the boys.
-You don’t have to love all of their music. You don’t have to love every concept or music video. And you don’t have to know every single detail about them to be a “true Army”. What makes you a true Army is respecting ALL SEVEN of those boys and all of their decisions. Musical or personal.
*******EDITED TO CLARIFY AND ELABORATE ON CERTAIN POINTS.
I just watched the trouble finds you music video and it was close to terrible. The lip syncing didn't line up with the song, it was over filtered (as well as Juliet's voice, I could barely understand her unless I closely listened). It was really just a few minutes of her walking around, flipping her hair and constantly zooming in on her face. It looked like a video that you make in highschool for a project. The song was boring, there wasn't a big climax and it sounded like she was straining.
Yeah, it was really shitty. I like music videos that go along with the song/tell a story, not just someone looking off into the distance and singing. -N
Yo, in one of your earlier asks you answered someones question on if the s/o was afraid of needles which 2ps would avoid using them and which would like teasing them but would stop before it webt too far. For the 2ps that would tease them what would happen (what would they do) if one day they took it to far and their s/o had a really bad panic attack? I really hope this made sense, sorry if it didn't. I flipping love this blog~
(Thank you, my dear!)
They would all feel extremely quilty. They were just teasing them. They didn’t mean to actually make them panic. They would quickly hug them, run their fingers through their hair, and do anything it takes to calm them down.
They would kiss their lips gently and whisper sweet things in their ear until they calm down, and once they do. They would all definitely apologise. They would never do anything purposefully to hurt them after all.
Name: bryce Gender: trans male Height: 5'7 Orientation: pan Age: 17 Eye Color: Blue/Gray Hair Color: dyed black Smoking?: idc Drinking?: idc Drugs?: idc Job: not rn Favorite Color: idk rn Favorite Band: say anything Siblings: 5 Tattoos?: i would like some Favorite Book?: flipped Perfect Date: what's a date again Hobbies: drawing and talking and having fun p much! Why should I pick you?: u don't gotta im doing this to try and make a friend Why do you even want to date me?: can we be friends
heckie hell yeah we can be friends dude! and this is @ anyone you can send me messages any time im just really awkward lol
you sound really pretty btw? ive always wanted to dye my hair black but i m nea,,, everyone already calls me emo i dont need to further prove it lOL you probably work the black hair tho also those eyes sound gorgeous im jealous
i hav no diea wha a date is halp but drawing and making bad jokes is what i do best
I’ve never written an AU scenario before so I’m not entirely sure how this went but I really hope people like it! I really liked writing it :D Please and thank you!
I left the sex to be assumed to keep it clean for the little ones on here!
Take a deep breath, you told yourself reassuringly, closing
your eyes and trying to calm your heartbeat to a steadier pace. “Just go in
there and give the man his tea,” you muttered under your breath, exhaling
loudly and flipping a couple of loose strands of hair out of your face.
Mustering up all the courage you had, you smoothed your apron down and picked
up the tray of tea, carrying it up the stairs to the prince’s room.
“Come in,” a loud voice called out after you knocked timidly
on the door. For a moment you paused, surprised he even heard the faint knock you
made. But quickly you pulled yourself and stepped inside, bowing low
It was instantly hard not to look straight at the prince, to
soak in his attractive face and handsome features. He was sat in one of his
armchairs with a book in his hands. Upon your entrance, he looked up, his brown
eyes meeting your own, and gave you a little smile before gesturing to the
table beside him.
Remembering your place, you unfroze your legs and headed to
the table, placing the tray down slowly and then standing up straight with your
hands nervously gripped behind your back. “Would you like me to pour it for
you, Your Highness?” you asked, hoping he wouldn’t notice to tiny cracks in
“Yes please,” he replied politely without looking up from
You tried your best to focus simply on making the tea but
the handsome prince kept breaking into your field of vision - his long slender
fingers peeling the pages apart as he continued to read, oblivious to how nervous
he was making you. He was so distracting, you worried that you had messed up
“Anything else for you, Your Highness?” you asked,
presenting the tea on a saucer and then standing up straight up again with your
hands behind your back.
The prince paused in his reading and looked up at you, before
taking the tea and sipping it slowly. His face lit up brightly. “This is
amazing tea,” he exclaimed with surprise, taking another sip. “That will be all
You bowed once again to him and then quickly left the room.
As soon as you were out and the door was completely shut, you jumped up and
down in the air and spun around in circles before sprinting along the halls and
down the stairs to the servants’ living quarters where you found your bed and
threw yourself in it, squealing in embarrassment and excitement.
Your favourite part of the palace was the gardens, fields
upon fields of flowers that were like natural mazes. It was so easy to lose
yourself within them, succumbing to the beautiful colours and delicious scents
as they surrounded you. Whenever you had a spare half an hour you liked to go
into the gardens and hide amongst the flowers, sitting in the grass where you
could be alone with your thoughts.
The prince was greeting guests with the queen so the head of
house had given you the afternoon off. As soon as she had said the words, you
were out of the kitchen and heading straight for the gardens. You had been
serving the prince for a month and a little bit of alone time was exactly what
you needed right now after all the mixed feelings he made you feel. Maybe
amongst the flowers you could figure out what the hell was going on with yourself.
You weaved your way through the multitude of different
coloured tulips to the very centre of the flower bed, falling down onto the
grass and lying on your back with your face in the sun. It didn’t seem so bad
being the prince’s personal maid when you got to experience moments like these.
You closed your eyes and started humming a nameless tune while you let your
mind drift off into a whole other world - one where the prince wasn’t a prince
and you weren’t his maid.
“Are you ok there Miss?” someone asked, pulling you out of
your daydreaming rather abruptly. You opened your eyes and was about to snap at
them for interrupting when you realised it was actually the prince himself,
looking down at you curiously.
Flustered at the sudden sight, you quickly jumped to your
feet and smoothed down your uniform, ducking your head to hide the burn of your
cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Your Highness,” you exclaimed with a deep bow, feeling
the heat continue to rise to your cheeks. “I didn’t realise your duties with your
mother were over. Would you like me to get you anything, Your Highness?”
“No thank you,” he replied politely with a smile. Then he
moved to sit down. “Please sit down with me.” It didn’t seem like an order but
he didn’t ask either. Still you felt inclined to do as he said, following his instructions
and slowly kneeling on the grass, your gaze fixed on the floor as you waited for
him to say something.
He cleared his throat and loosened the tie around his neck, drawing
your attention to the black suit he was wearing. It made him look very handsome,
to the point where you were gulping past the lump in your throat. Why could the
prince make you feel like this? It wasn’t right.
“I have a request,” he said, loosening the tie completely so
he could pull it off. “When we are alone, I don’t want you to constantly refer
to me as ‘Your Highness’,” he explained, stuffing the tie in his pocket and undoing
the top button of his shirt.
You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked up at
him. “What would you like me to call you then sir?” you asked cautiously, not
wanting to break protocol. You were already doing so much more in your daydreams.
He flashed a cheesy chin. “Just Kyungsoo,” he answered
plainly, his name making your heart skip a beat.
“Kyungsoo,” you tested out slowly, almost waiting for him to
snap back at you for being so impolite. Instead he just smiled wider, his shoulders
relaxing back. “It may take some getting used to but I’ll try sir. I mean Kyungsoo.”
The prince laughed freely, throwing his head back at the sky
as his laugh echoed through the tulips. It was the first time you had actually
heard him laugh like that – not forced but bright and alive. He seemed to be at
ease, with the sun beaming down on him and his usual spotless image scuffed up.
It wasn’t something you were used to seeing, but it made you like him even
“Is everything ok?” you blurted out carelessly, completely
forgetting your place and immediately wishing you could suck the words back in.
The majority of you thought he was going to shout at you for
addressing him so casually but instead he just pulled his elbows out from
underneath himself and flopped straight onto the grass. “Everything is perfect,
as long as you forget about the part where I have to get married next month to
a woman I’ve not seen since I was five years old,” Kyungsoo grumbled almost
under his breath quite aggressively. You held your breath, not wanting to say
anything to make him snap. “I mean I knew my mother would have some say in who
I married but I didn’t think it would be like this. I thought I’d fall in love unexpectedly
and have to convince her but instead she’s signing me up for marriage to
someone I barely know.” He didn’t seem angry, more frustrated as he ripped a
handful of grass up and threw it forcefully into the air.
You froze, unsure of what to say. You agreed with him, marriage
should be about love and should be shared with someone who loves you. At the
same time, he was a prince and the rules of the monarchy were beyond your
He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “I apologise for
offloading on you. I disturbed your peaceful time too, I’m so sorry,” he said,
giving you a warm smile as he got to his feet and brushed off his trousers.
“I didn’t mind Kyungsoo,” you said quickly, scurrying to get
to your feet. The prince’s hand hooked under your elbow and helped you to your
feet. “Thank you,” you murmured awkwardly, bowing to him.
Kyungsoo looked like he wanted to move closer to you, his
mind racing with thoughts that showed so easily on his face. You inhaled
swiftly and held your breath, not sure what to do.
All of a sudden, the queen herself came hurrying up the
garden path calling out for her son, holding onto her long skirts as she steered
herself straight towards you and Kyungsoo, a trail of maids like yourself
trailing after her. Her intimidating appearance made you step back away from
the prince, gulping hard and smoothing down your uniform. Looking up, you saw
Kyungsoo doing the exact same thing, smoothing his shirt front and nervously running
his hands through his hair. At least you weren’t the only one unnerved by the
As she approached, both you and the prince bowed simultaneously.
“Your Majesty,” you murmured softly, pulling your eyes to the floor as you came
up from the bow.
Kyungsoo greeted his mother too and then surprisingly turned
to you. “Could you go and prepare tea in my office?” he asked politely, giving
you a little smile out of the corner of his mouth. “I’ll be up shortly.”
You nodded your head and bowed once again. “Your Highness,
Your Majesty.” Backing away, you bowed once more for good measure and then
turned on your heels to head back to the palace.
As you walked away, you couldn’t help but hear the beginning
of their conversation. “I don’t want to marry her,” Kyungsoo argued quickly,
not giving his mother a second to breathe before he launched into his argument
which slowly faded out as you walked further away.
“I’m not going to marry….”
“Heir to one of the biggest empires in the world and yet he
can’t put his dirty underwear in a laundry hamper,” you muttered quietly to
yourself as you scooped up yet another pair of the prince’s underwear and threw
it expertly into the basket in the corner of the walk-in wardrobe. “God help
As you hung up the prince’s dry cleaning, you thought back on
your months at the palace. After your conversation amongst the tulips, you had
become more at ease with the prince, no longer a nervous, stuttering wreck in
front of him. Whenever the pair of you were alone, he would ask about your day,
wanting to know about your family and your childhood and what it was like to
grow up as a normal person. You answered as best as you could and in turn
interrogated him on what it was like to grow up in the palace. When Kyungsoo became
most alive was when he was talking about the trips he would go on with his father
– every opportunity he had to leave the palace used to make him so excited. It still
Although you could never admit it to anyone, you had become very
close with prince, sharing things about yourself that no one else knew. All the
time spent with him didn’t help the raging crush you had, especially when he
showed you the gentle side to himself. But you were still very far from the
delusion that Kyungsoo could actually fall for you.
You were hanging up one of the prince’s shirts when a loud
commotion caught your attention. Peeking outside the wardrobe, you watched two
guards escorting a very drunk Kyungsoo to his bed. He tried to push them off him
but in the process, lost his balance and fell onto the bed, losing himself in
the mountain of pillows.
“Your Highness, what happened?” you gushed, hurrying to the
bed while the guards quietly left the room. Removing some of the cushions, you
found the prince’s face and frowned at his toothy grin. Yep, he was very drunk.
“Your Highness, do you want me to get you anything?”
He aggressively threw a pillow in your direction. “Don’t
call me that!” he exclaimed loudly, his hands reaching for another cushion.
You stopped him, holding onto his wrists tightly. “I’m
sorry,” you quickly apologised, tilting your head down automatically. “Do you
need me to get you anything Kyungsoo?” you asked slowly, hoping he soil lash
“A new life?” he retorted, sounding slightly in despair.
The prince sat bolt upright, twisting his wrists so he was the
one holding your wrists too. “I want to be with someone I love; not the horrible
witch dancing downstairs,” he sighed softly, tugging on your wrists so you were
sat next to him on the bed. “I don’t want to be king if it means lying to the
entire world about who I love. It’s not fair for anyone, especially you.”
“Why me?” you said, looking up at his brown eyes to see a
serious look in his eye.
In an instant, his lips were on yours, his nose brushing
against yours with the gentlest of touches. The kiss was so soft but it had every
nerve ending tingling across your body. His hands let go of your arms and moved
up them, curving round your shoulders and knotting his fingertips in the hair
at the top of your neck. Your lips were pushed harder onto his and it was then you
knew you should have stopped. But you couldn’t. It was completely wrong and probably
treason or something that could cause you to lose your head.
But he felt so good, his body knowing how to treat yours perfectly.
It was pure bliss.
In the end, your morals won and you regretfully pulled away.
“This isn’t right Kyungsoo. This can’t happen,” you told him, trying to back
away and give you both some space.
“Tell me one good reason why not,” he said, his words
slurring together drunkenly.
You fought the urge to roll your eyes and leaned back
towards the headboard, away from him. “Oh I don’t know, perhaps because you’re
a prince and I’m a maid.”
“You look like a princess to me,” he replied seriously,
moving forward which forced you back to the point where you were lying on his
bed. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. When I saw you between the
flowers that day, it was like seeing a beautiful flower rise above the rest.
You took my breath away and I thanked every god in the world that you got to be
by my side every day.”
“Yes but as your maid. Whatever illusion the alcohol has
casted doesn’t take away from the fact that I’m nothing in comparison to you,”
you exclaimed, trying not to raise your voice so any guards wouldn’t come rushing
in. “I’m not a princess, or someone of nobility or power.”
He moved so fast, climbing up onto the bed and hovering over
you, his hands placed on either side of you. “And yet I fell in love with you,”
he whispered, lowering himself so your noses were mere centimetres apart.
“Don’t give up on us before we’ve even started.”
“You won’t give up, will you?” you asked, knowing the answer
already as you looked up at his beautiful face and scowled.
Uncharacteristically he smirked down at you, letting one of
his fingers trail down the side of your face. At his touch, your frown fell away.
“I’m a prince. I’m used to getting what I want.” And in a flash, he had rolled
you further into the bed, kissing every part of your body he could get his
That night he treated you like a princess and for a blissful
second, you believed you were one.
my headcannon for akoya is that he acts really sweet and kind but in reality he is really rude. Like a girl would be about to trip and fall on her face and he would catch her and be like “oh wow be careful i wouldnt want you to hurt that pretty face of yours” and she would swoon but then he would be like “sike!” and drop her and let her fall to the ground and he would get up and sashay away and flip his hair sassily because their can only be one pretty bitch in town and its him.
Foxy is in the midst of passing a kidney stone today - so I was on errand duty. honestly I didn’t care much about what I was wearing, I just wanted to be comfortable for walking around a bunch. these shorts are chub rub proof and I love them so very dearly. I also flipped my hair to part it on the other side of my face and I really like the way it looks. since chopping off my hair I was really favoring the left side of my face a lot more than the right and this is helping for me to love both sides :p
One of my favorite things happened to me today. So I was walking, and I saw a really cute girl. So naturally I started flirt walking, like trying really hard to be cute and stuff. She was looking at me, flipped her hair, and also started flirt walking. We made eye contact and smiled at each other. Your boy didn’t say a word to her because he’s shyer than Bigfoot, but it was really cute and a nice way to start my day.
“Honestly what really happened?–’Cause she came to me crying one day and J never comes to me for anything.” “Dude it was was weird.. I don’t know.” “One minute I was brushing her hair and the next her brother–I mean–Your brother.. he kinda flipped on me.” “Matt?–What?” “Uhh yah. He told me to stay away from her and yah know–I’m not gonna argue that so here I am.” “Wes, baby. No.” “What?” “You sweet child–You actually listened to that?” “Ahhh.. what was I supposed to do?” “Look my brother is a dick, yes, but that doesn’t mean you’re suppose to just pussy out of a situation. Wow.” “You care about her, no?” “Yah I really do.. I miss her but–” “–But?” “Honestly ‘Nix–She’s in love with me.” “and I–I just don’t know what to say to that at all.” “Yeah she mentioned that–But are you really gonna ruin an entire friendship.. or whatever you guys have because you’re afraid to communicate?” “She’s a big girl, Wes–I think she’d survive.” “Just don’t be a shitty person.” “…”
Once again thank you to the amazing kmichelletho for checking this for me. I think I’ll probably do a part 2 as soon as I get the chance. This fanfic thing is really challenging me so I really hope you like my writing. I hope this is what you wanted anon! Love you all xx
Prompt: Zendaya listening to her album with Val for the first time and Val asking if some of the songs are about him…
‘Hmmm. Not bad’ Val said with a teasing look in his eyes.
'Shut up’ Zendaya replied playfully, shoving his arm.
'Nah I’m kidding’ Val replied, leaning in to kiss her cheek. 'They’re really good songs, I think your fans are going to love them’
'Thank you. That’s means a lot.’ Zendaya replied, flipping her hair, causing Val to laugh.
Zendaya and Val were sitting next to each other in her new home studio, listening to some of Zendaya’s new songs. Val had to admit, Zendaya was definitely pushing herself from her first album and it seemed to be working really well.
'So, did you have anyone in mind when recording your songs?’ Val asked with a smirk on his face.
'What makes you think that?’ Zendaya replied, not looking directly at him.
'I dunno, your voice has a lot of emotion in it when you sing, you must be thinking about something or someone’ Val asked, slowly grabbing her hands.
Zendaya looked up to see Val’s eyes staring closely at her. They were intense but they also had a sweet, loving look about them.
'Maybe I was.’ Zendaya replied, whilst intertwining their hands together.
'Would you like to tell me who that very lucky person is?’ Val asked, pulling her closer.
'What if I said no?’ Zendaya replied, biting her lip.
'What if I said no wasn’t an option?’ Val replied, pulling her even closer.
'Well then I guess we have a problem.’ Zendaya replied flirtatiously, not wanting to give up. 'Why don’t you guess?’ Zendaya asked him.
Val looked at her with a sparkle in his eye.
'I think it’s me’ Val whispered to her, pulling her even closer to him. Their lips were inches away from each other and Zendaya could feel her heart racing.
Before Zendaya knew what she was doing, she kissed Val gently. The kiss was short and sweet but sparks flew and both Zendaya and Val knew it.
’ I’ll take that as a yes shall I?’ Val said into her lips.
’ Yeah, I think you should,’ Zendaya replied, kissing his cheek.
'I guess we need to talk’ Val whispered in to her ear.