it has never been this cold

anonymous asked:

Thankyoufor sharing your tenderness with all us strangers , it's refreshing to see such love and kindness in this cold world we live in presently

Oh.  You’re quite welcome.  I’ve been called many things, but tender has never been one of them, with the exception of John, who has said the same once or twice over the last month or so.

I find it surprising.  It’s not a trait I’m used to associating with myself.

“My dad was a blackout, abusive drunk. I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen, and after that it was nothing but abusive relationships and hell. Mark was the only guy who’d ever been nice to me. We were married for five years. He’d bring flowers to my office. He would make me a bubble bath in the morning before I woke up. He even treated my daughter like she was his own. He didn’t say ‘our daughter.’ He always called her ‘my daughter.’ He’d even watch me sleep. I could never sleep because of everything that has happened to me. But I could sleep when I was with him. And he knew that, so he liked to watch me sleep. One night I woke up and he was watching me like he always did. But I leaned over to kiss him and he was cold. It’s been over a year now. For awhile I was so depressed that I couldn’t leave my room. But I’m trying to get my life back together.“

Reasons Jack has been exiled to the couch
  • cold toes
    • specifically, cold toes near Bitty’s thighs
  • Distracted Bitty with [Redacted] and caused a pie to burn
    • bitty felt bad about halfway through the night and climbed on the couch with him
  • It was his turn to clean the sheets after [redacted] but he forgot, Bitty did it but since Jack couldn’t be bothered to change the sheets why should he get to sleep on them
    • he never forgot again
  • Woke bitty up at 4am on his day off to go for a run, bitty refused, and locked the bedroom door.
    • when he woke up again at ten, Jack was pouting on the couch
  • Accidently let Chowder know that what they had gotten him for christmas
    • it was a signed sharks jersey
    • chowder cried when jack spoiled it, and when he opened it
  • Jokingly referred to Bitty as a house husband
    • Bitty laughed
    • Jack’s true mistake was saying this in front of Shitty
    • who proceeded to climb into Jack and Bitty’s bed because “I’ll appreciate you Bits, you are more than your baking to me”
    • Jack could either triple spoon his BF and BFF or sleep on the couch
    • He chose the couch when Shitty demanded he be the middle spoon 

Prompto: *shivering* g-guys i’m kinda cold

Ignis, Gladiolus: *simultaneously hand over their coats*

Noctis: hey i’m kinda cold too

Ignis: well noct it’s not my fault you didn’t bring a jacket i told you to but you just never listen-

Gladiolus: BE A MAN.

So, I know how much everybody loves pretend-dating/pretend-marriage fics, but have you considered ‘pretend NOT to be dating/married’ AUs?

For example:

  • My friend is so determined to fix me up with somebody better than my string of casual coffee date/hookup partners that I didn’t have the heart to tell her, after she set us up for a blind date, that I actually met you six months ago

  • We’re both professors in the same department and it enhances your reputation with the students as a mysterious enigma and my reputation as a stone-cold terror if we pretend to hate each other, plus when we back each other up in departmental meetings everybody’s so surprised they give in right away

  • My parents thought I was working for an insurance company in New York when really I was joining the CIA so I just sort of never mentioned when I met you on an assassination-gone-wrong and now we’ve been married for five years and they still don’t know you exist, this has gotten wildly out of hand and you won’t stop laughing about it

  • All your coworkers know you’re married to a cop but now I’m undercover investigating a string of bank heists and it turns out that your only friend at your shitty new job is dating the head bank robber.

  • We’ve been communicating entirely by email/phone/carrier pigeon/paid messenger for the past year as we work to bring some peace and order to this troubled land, so when I walked into the negotiation room to sit down with the fearsome and terrible politician/businessperson/famed warrior that all my people are so afraid of, I didn’t really expect it to be you.

  • I didn’t think my parents could accept me dating somebody of your gender/race/religion/species, so we’ve been keeping it quiet, but now my mom can’t stop talking about her friend’s next-door neighbor and how perfect they’d be for me and you’ve got some nosy neighbor trying to set you up with their coworker’s kid and how do we tell them we’re engaged without making them think it’s because of their completely uninvited meddling?

  • You’ve got to pretend-date your best friend for a couple of weeks because reasons, and somehow that means we’re passing ourselves off as siblings to explain why we live together but we’ve started giving each other really filthy pre-sex looks behind everyone’s back like a game of chicken and pretty soon somebody is going to start to have serious concerns about our siblinghood.



Pretending-not-to-be-dating AUs: add yours today!

mon-el literally let a girl die who pleaded him to not leave her, moments after fucking her

mon-el watched as his guard murdered a man in cold blood, deeming it was his punishment for krypton sins

mon-el watched as his people were slain by balls of fire

mon-el watched as his parents welcomed slaves into his home, used their services without much question

mon-el never fucking tried in any of these situations, and he’s been given the chance to try NOW, to change something at such a global, literal planet, level and he has yet to concede.

this universe mon-el has a chance to be a real hero, to rebuild a nation under the guise of kara’s teaching for the greater good, a true hero to a reviving civilization that will model its morals and ideologies to HIS, but what does he decide?

that he will stay with his girlfriend — who literally sacrificed herself for a planet and its people.

but what can we expect from mon-el, huh? he’s always been fond of a pretty face.

My Parents Are Immigrants

My dad wakes up at 5am every single day, works until 3pm and then goes to his second job which goes from 4pm to 9pm. My mom wakes up at 4am and works until 4pm, then has to commute two hours two get home and still cook dinner. They work tireless jobs in blistering cold to cut chicken for restaurants. These jobs that they apparently “stole” from Americans. I would love to see one of those people claiming this outside working the fields in the blistering heat. I would love to see one of them working in the cold with my parents. 

I have never been prouder to call myself a daughter of immigrants. I am a Latina and I am proud of my parents who have given up their livelihood to provide a better life for myself.

Today the US not only showed their implicit approval for sexual assault, they also showed the racism that is hidden underneath every institution, law, interaction, and place. 

And I will still stand tall and show everyone that I am not afraid of them. I refuse to stand in fear and cower behind the mess that Trump will create.

Edit: My parents are undocumented. They have paid more taxes than trump has ever paid. They abide the law more than trump ever has. They have not been accused of raping a 13 year old girl.
Team RWBY Headcanons
  • Ruby and Blake have a shared Manga collection.
  • Ruby unironically loves old horror and sci-fi movies, the cheesier the better.
  • Weiss watches those same movies just to ad-lib the lines (Giving them what Winter used to call ‘The Mystery Science Theatre 3000′ treatment).
  • However Weiss and Ruby both love cheesy music from the 90s and have been caught singing together (Imagine them singing this)
  • Yang is actually not as street smart as people think she is, being from Patch she still occasionally acts like a tourist in Vale.
  • Faunus rap is most definitely a thing and Blake listens to it.
  • Ruby has a lot of ‘Guns & Roses’ Merch, she doesn’t even listen to the band, Yang just buys it for her as a joke.
  • A lot of Yangs’ night time bike rides are actually her getting lost on the way somewhere and playing it off as intentional.
  • Blake usually reads on Yang’s bunk because it gets more sunlight than hers, she has been known to fall asleep curled up in a sunbeam.
  • Being from Atlas, Weiss Schnee has no concept of cold weather and can usually be found relaxing outside in anything less than a blizzard.
  • Ruby actually knows some really innapropriate jokes, she can just never tell them without blushing or cracking up.
  • Blake purrs in her sleep, Yang has videos.
  • Yang talks in her sleep….everyone has videos.
  • Weiss knows what Dust is in which chamber of Myrtenaster at all times, even when the weapon is in her locker.
  • Ruby has challenged Oobleck to a race before (Yang dared her to)
Fallout universe Health and Food-related headcanons

Because I’m a holistic health and homesteading nut… :’)

  • Sea salt is a major export of coastal states.
  • Another export of coastal states is whale blubber, which is extremely rare and difficult to obtain. It is a high-end source of carbs (see studies on Inuit diets if you want more about that) and would be a delicacy within upper-class settlements.
  • Salt is one of the only existing seasonings (and is used heavily in meat preservation, making cold cuts and little dried fish quite common!), any internationally sourced spices would have long since been used up, never to be replenished.
  • Because of this, Peppercorns are extremely rare, and a very high priced commodity prized more-so as conversation pieces than culinary tools.
  • Salt is also used in hair products. Mixed with warm water and vodka/rum it makes a great volumizer!
  • Tea brewed with hubflower has similar effects to caffeine.
  • Hubflower and mentats make one hell of an energy drink, like ginkgo tea on crack lol
  • We can assume that bees still exist post-war, because of the remaining flora in the Wastes. Honey is the major sweetener, although it is sold at a premium because beekeeping would be a very dangerous career. (Raiding parties would hit beekeeping farms hard)
  • If you see someone without a pocket-full of pemmican on them they’re probably dead tbh
  • Ketosis is common but not completely necessary. Farms and settlements often have razorgrain, maize/corn, tatos and various tubers, which are the major carbohydrate sources.
  • Razorgrain and corn flour/meal is a winter staple. Most people consist off of breads and snow-buried caches filled with thin meats in areas where the ground becomes inhospitable with the cold months.
  • Despite conflicting dialogue concerning the existence of fish, FISH DEFINITELY STILL EXIST
  • Pruno, moonshine, mead and beer are extremely common, as the means to craft them are widely available.
  • Common household nutrient supplements would include: cured liver, bone broth, and gelatin. 
  • Daily oral care consists of alcohol-based mouthwash (straight vodka, preferably), and brushing with tallow soap.
  • Tallow-based soap is readily available and decent hygiene really isn’t a huge issue with anyone who isn’t a piss-poor drifter.
  • ok but can you imagine cornbread with farm sourced honey and mirelurk eggs because i’m hungry as hell rn
  • In controlled environments with plenty of rest and medical supervision, stimpaks can help a person make a miraculous recovery from injury, and erase scarring. However, if used in a high-tension situation coupled with little rest and lack of consistent nutrition, scarring and/or perminant damage will occur.
  • The real-world equivalents of (some of the) Fallout drugs are:
    Med-X: Morphine
    Psycho: PCP
    Mentats: Methylphenidate
    Jet: Methamphetamine
    Calmex: Ketamine
    Day Tripper: Oxycodone
  • People raised in Vaults or who have defected from environments like the Institute have high mortality rates. If their lack of hardcore survival knowledge doesn’t kill them first, the shock of radiation poisoning will.
  • Obesity is next to impossible and a luxury only EXTREMELY wealthy people can afford. As excess weight gain is a product of energy storage (specifically carbs and sugars), the high protein/fat and low carb/sugar diet of the typical Wastelander would leave them in a state of constant energy absorption, coupled with the fact that not everyone is lucky enough to get even one meal a day.

AND THERE WILL BE MORE, THERE’S ALWAYS MORE

We are out of time.

In the days and weeks since the electoral college gave control of the most powerful nation and military on the planet to a short-tempered insecure billionaire man-child, the downward trajectory of our nation and the entire planet has never been more visible.  For years we’ve seen rising tides of political unrest and rising seas threatening to swallow all we know.  A new aristocracy hiding behind corporate facades and 501©(4)’s is on an unholy crusade to exploit, hoard, and destroy every resource on the planet, including human beings.  They will enslave or destroy us all if we let them.

We have already let them.

We have let the most downtrodden among us struggle on alone in the cold and dark, drowning in gutters, homeless and addicted.  We have collectively failed to reckon with the bloody underbelly of a civilization built by the hands of black slaves on the bones of conquered indigenous peoples worldwide.  We’ve been perfectly comfortable with using disabled and queer and transgender people as inspiration porn, giving hollow congratulations for their “bravery” while they struggle to survive because we won’t reach down to pull them up.

We have given up our voice in government, in the workplace, and on the streets because we have been complacent.  We have been lazy.  We have let the smallest fraction of a percentile of social Darwinists divide and conquer us.  We have stopped speaking out because we’ve let them convince us that we won’t be heard.  We have been cowed and are being led to slaughter.

WE ARE OUT OF TIME.

It doesn’t matter if you’ve lost faith in government.  Democracy is our JOB.  We need to vote in every election we can.  Our hands-off approach has led us here. It doesn’t matter if you find nonviolent protests inconvenient or uncomfortable.  We need them.  We need everyone to see the violence being done to people of color and the poor firsthand.  We need the complacent to see the police beating and shooting and gassing those of us who have been pushed so far that there is nowhere left to go.  It doesn’t matter if you’re a pacifist.  When someone openly advocates for genocide, when white men strip us of healthcare (and make no mistake, more than 40,000 a year will die from that action alone), they forfeit their right to discourse.  When a human being proudly proclaims their wish that other human beings JUST DIE to make their own life more comfortable, they are beyond reason.  If we don’t have the stomach to clash with Nazis, we had damned sure be willing to quietly step out of the way without making false equivalencies.

There is no neutrality.  The entire world is in peril.  We must use EVERY resource we have to fight, and even then it may still be too late.  Those of us with the most resources, the most privilege, MUST step up and shoulder the burden that the most downtrodden have borne for centuries.

We cannot stand by and let others do the work.  Our survival depends on ALL of us pulling together.

Be brave.

Be strong.

Be determined.

Do these things in any way that you can.  In every way that you can.  

This is a battle to save the world, and YOU are Earth’s champion.

Some Enjolras headcanons:

-He cannot stand coffee. He drinks way, way too much of it but thinks it’s disgusting. Usually puts like half a cup of sugar in it.

-Clothing disaster. Owns four copies of the same outfit. Buys t-shirts in packs whenever he needs new ones. The only variation is when he gets gifts from his friends, which he then wears constantly no matter how aweful. No concept of an ironic gift.

-Never sleeps. He has not slept a full 8 hours in so long. Ends up falling asleep in weird places (floors, tables, Jehan).

-Literally attracts dirt? He cannot go anywhere without getting his clothes/general person dirty. All of the jokes have been made. Protests are even worse, he somehow ends up with blood on his clothes at even the most peaceful ones.

-Cold all the time.

-Has a lot? Of feelings? That he is not very good at expressing like a normal human? He gets very intense about things like apologies and gratitude and pep talks. Stares directly into your eyes without blinking, while reciting a passionate speech that sounds like he practiced it. He did.

-When he gives his friends cards for their birthdays he writes extremely heart felt messages all over them that have been known to make people cry. Combeferre has one framed.

-Hugs that are uncomfortably long and tight.

-Usually acts like such a statue that everyone but Courfeyrac and Combeferre are always blindsided when he does something disgustingly sweet and sappy.

-Attends every poetry reading, sports game, and recital that his friends have.

-Constantly gets into fights? Even though he’s a twig that literally anyone could snap in half? Another reason for the bloody clothes.

-Actually one of the youngest of Les Amis! He’s a grade ahead in school, so he went to university not long after his seventeenth birthday.

-Doesn’t make friends very easily. When each new person joined Les Amis he wouldn’t talk directly to them for weeks. Then one day he just sits down and does the uncomfortable eye contact thing and delivers a speech about social change and a better tomorrow and how much their help means to the group. It is the official Enjolras initiation.

-This is because he has no social skills.

-Has never given Grantaire the official welcoming rant. Probably never will.

What I’m getting at here is that the Chief is a living disaster hiding behind a thin vineer of perfect hair and rage.

-Grantaire is the only one who has never noticed what a complete mess Enj is.

little all too well things
  • the first line is ‘i walked through the door with you’ which to me is so interesting because this image of crossing the threshold suggests them both bravely entering something new together
  • ‘the air was cold but something ‘bout it felt like home somehow’ is kind of sad don’t you think??? i have always wondered if the cold air feels like home because she’s been treated so coldly in the past??
  • and if we take it that way then the fact that she left her ‘scarf there at your sister’s house’ is like taylor giving up her defenses against the cold way the world has treated her in order to trust him
  • and he still has it in his drawer even now??? she gave away her defenses against the coldness of the world and she never got them back!!! he left her vulnerable.
  • like i mentioned in a previous post taylor uses cars and travelling as a metaphor for relationships of different kinds so them ‘singing in the car getting lost upstate’ suggests how comfortable they felt in their relationship and how long term they thought it was going to be 
  • autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place is like a punch in the face every single time because to me it means ‘when i saw all of nature dying and coming to an end it reminded me of us’ what a thing to say wow their relationship was blossoming but now is decaying and they are spiraling uncontrollably???? what a powerful image!!!
  • again with the car metaphors ‘you almost ran the red ‘cause you were looking over at me’ seems to suggest how they almost ignored all the warnings signs that they needed to end their relationship because they were so caught up in each other
  • i feel like the phrase ‘i was there’ is so important in this song because it shows the distance that taylor feels from the relationship now like it’s not ‘wind in my hair, i am there’ because it’s impossible to revisit those moments and live in them again
  • alternatively i feel like maybe it’s ‘i was there’ because it was her ‘old self’ that she mentions later who had all those beautiful lovely memories and she is not that girl anymore she ‘was’ but not now
  • i always thought that the description of ‘a little kid in glasses in a twin size bed’ is so sweet because it emphasises how big and lonely everything seemed when he was younger and how much growing he had to do
  • ‘you taught me ‘bout your past thinking your future was me’ is also so cute because he is teaching her so she can take over and write his future in the best possible way??? he is literally trusting her with his entire future???
  • ‘lost in translation’ is a beautiful way of saying that they could not communicate with each other but to me it has always meant that they could not adapt to each other’s worlds without losing an essential part of themselves much like when a book is adapted for film for example 
  • now for my favourite line of the whole song okay ‘but maybe this thing was a masterpiece before you tore it all up’ is so interesting because it brings into question beauty and value and whether something is only beautiful for as long as you can own it and it is tangible, like an old famous painting, for example, or whether it remains valuable and precious long after it is destroyed because it is the thoughts and people it inspired that had true value. this idea is revisited in sad beautiful tragic when taylor seems to decide that something can be beautiful and ruined simultaneously and that things do not cease to be beautiful when they are over (just like those autumn leaves falling earlier in the song)
  •  this song is just full of powerful images and ‘a crumpled up piece of paper lying there’ is so interesting because a piece of blank paper holds so many possibilities it is literally a symbol of untapped potential so the idea of her being a crumpled up piece of paper suggests all that potential between them being discarded all those pages of their love story that will now forever remain unwritten
  • this is a tiny thing but the repetition in the line that follows of ‘but i remember it all, all, all… too well’ just to me feels like taylor being trapped in the moment unable to move forwards to the next word and mirrors her being trapped in her grief about this relationship

Fantasy AU in which Grantaire is the Crown Prince of his kingdom and fears the day he must ascend to the throne. His family came into power after an uprising which overthrew the previous king, judged cruel, unfair and unfit to rule. But the idea of power and kingly responsibility scares Grantaire to his core.

Every year on the anniversary of the uprising, a royal procession is organised. Except this time, amongst the cheers, Grantaire can hear shouts, seemingly coming from everywhere:

“Usurper!” “Murder!” “Throne stealer!”

His carriage is attacked by rebels and pandemonium breaks out. All Grantaire can make out between the clash of the swords is the handsome face of his assailant, his features made sharp with cold anger. His sword is knocked to the ground, and Grantaire waits for the final blow. But it never comes. His attacker spares his life, giving him one last icy glance.

Now that the seed of doubt has been planted in Grantaire’s mind, he starts doing his research, only to discover that history has been rewritten, document falsified, reports burnt. His father did not save the kingdom. He seized it by force. And killed every member of the previous royal family, all but one who managed to escape. A young boy.

Prince Enjolras.

When Alec first read Magnus’s file they weren’t dating. At the time, he didn’t even know the Warlock. So he tries not to feel guilty about the weird information he knows about the man he’s going on a date with. 

He has also decided not to mention that he’s read his file. That feels like an invasion of privacy, a thought he hadn’t considered until he realized he was going on a date. Suddenly, the cold, calculating air of “Warlock Case Files” felt funny in his mouth. 

It did make the date complicated because occasionally Magnus would say things and Alec would be forced to pretend he didn’t know the information Magnus was referencing. He’s never been all that good at subterfuge and it doesn’t seem like that reputation is going to change today. 

“Anyway,” Magnus said with a characteristic flourish, “I was a Real Estate agent, briefly in the 1880s.”

“I thought that was in the 1980s,” Alec says without thinking.  

Magnus’s eyes narrow immediately. Alec didn’t even realize the trap had been set before he fell for it. 

“Um… I mean, uh, really?” 

“You’ve read my case file,” Magnus says. It isn’t a question. His eyes are completely blank. 

“Well… I mean… Not before the date! And not after I got to know you! I just… It was when… I just…” 

Magnus watched him stutter for a few more minutes before breaking down into loud laughter. His face completely lit up with a broad, white, toothy smile. Alec doesn’t even have it in him to be mad when faced with a face like that in front of him. 

That doesn’t stop him from being confused, though, “what?” 

“Nothing, nothing, darling,” Magnus said his laughter finally dying down. “It’s just… My file is filled with mostly lies.” 

Alec tilts his head in confusion which makes Magnus smirk in amusement again. 

“I mean… Darling, the words “Real Estate” agent are in quotation marks. That didn’t throw you off?” 

“I wasn’t paying that much attention… The last time I read it was before we met you to get Clary’s memories.” 

Something in Magnus’s eyes softened, “you really didn’t read up on me before tonight?” 

“Why would I? I already know you’re a good person.” 

Magnus reached for his hand on the table, the warm weight felt soothing and electrifying. The heavy weight of his rings contrasting sharply with his skin. 

“So you weren’t a real estate agent in the 80′s?” Alec asked after a few moments of tender silence. 

“Oh goodness, no,” Magnus said gesturing with one hand. His eyes went devilish as he continued, “I was a stripper.” 

Alec choked on his drink and Magnus erupted into laughter again. 

He had a feeling dating Magnus Bane would keep him on his toes, and he was excited for every minute of it. 

[TRANS] BTS Official Fanclub A.R.M.Y 1st Term - Interview (P3)

(the interview is from 2014)
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Q: It hasn’t been that long since BTS debuted but you have released 3 albums already. Is there any moment when you feel like “Ah! I’m going crazy!” while preparing for the albums? 

V: For me it’s hard and it leaves regret with every album. When I finished recording and listened to it, I would regret “I should have done better, I should have put more emotions in”. But once the recording is finished it can’t be redone… This part always makes me regret, so it was hard for me. 

Jin: There has never been an easy album for me but during ‘O!RUL8,2?’, from a few weeks before recording until the album’s finished, my cold wouldn’t go away. Especially my voice wouldn’t turn out the way I want it to be, so it was hard for me both mentally and physically. 

Jimin: It’s ‘N.O’ for me too. I don’t know why it was that hard. 

J-hope: Yeah, Jimin had it hard that time. 

Jimin: My parts got a little longer than the previous album. (laughs) I think I was pressured by that. 

Rap Monster: Really? Everyone chooses ‘O!RUL8,2?’. For me ‘2 COOL 4 SKOOL’ was really hard. Because of one song… I talked about this in another interview, but we had to modify the same part of the lyrics more than 20 times. I think I sold my soul at that. Just thinking of it… (shakes head) They kept telling me to change it so one day I got so furious. I couldn’t shout out loud because I was at the studio, so I went to the park alone at dawn and plugged in my earphones and shouted loudly for about an hour? Afterwards the introduction was written and things went well. Wow really, that time I wrote the lyrics while hanging on the chin-up bar and shouting until I nearly cried. 

Suga: Well, writing the lyrics was hard that time. I looked through my mail box recently and I sent an email with the subject [No More Dream - lyrics modification - Suga 1] like this, and it advanced to 27. Looking back at it made me think “How did I do it.” 

Jimin: That time Hobi-hyung went there for a while too. (points up to the sky) 

All: (laughs) 

J-hope: (laughing) It was really hard in ‘No More Dream’ days. 

Rap Monster: Those days were scary. The psychological pressure and the anxiety of whether or not it would be okay coming out like this. 

V: Every time we do one choreography move, we had to match even the angles of the fingers. 

J-hope: We still focus on the performance now but back then when practicing the choreography, if someone didn’t match even just a little bit, we would sure be staying up all night that day.

Suga: The real hard thing at that time was that during trainee days, the members who had longer training period would lead the younger ones in everything, but then they said we were going to debut, none of us has ever debuted before. 

All: (laughs)

Rap Monster: We can talk about it now but it was very scary back then. 

Suga: It was really terrifying. (laughs) We scraped up all our worries and stayed up all night thinking about it, we even discussed what to do just among ourselves in whispers because we were afraid the younger kids would hear it. 

J-hope: We’re talking about it while laughing now but back then, just thinking of it brings in the fear. 

Suga: Now it became like “Let’s write even if just one more line of lyrics in the time we spend worrying!”. (laughs) The album that made me nearly scream “Argh!” is the most recent one. Even if I didn’t get hurt in the middle (of preparing the album), I wouldn’t think we would be this short of time. 

Jungkook: Me too. I have this regret like “If only I have some more time to prepare”. 

Suga: Right. Actually if I didn’t get hurt we wouldn’t be tight on time, but I was hospitalized so we lost 3 weeks. I finished the recording just right before mastering and we barely passed. I aged by 10 years. (laughs) 

Rap Monster: That’s right. As the time’s fixed, we had to follow the year-end award ceremonies schedule and went to the studio at dawn to work, we can’t throw away the quality factor with the excuse of not having enough time. 

J-hope: But I feel like it’ll slowly become harder as we release more and more albums, because of the lack of time. Actually rather than not having time, it’s because we’ll want just a little more, just a little more time to make better and cooler music. 

Rap Monster: We have to raise our standard. We have to gradually raise the quality. 

Suga: But if we say something that’s scary to say like “We didn’t have time” to the fans, it would disappoint them, so we should refrain from saying such things. 

Rap Monster: I think it’s the parts that we could have done better. Instead of letting them know that we have worked on it like this, I hope to tell them that “We have put in a lot of effort.” With each album there are more of those parts that we wished we had done better, but I think it shows that our view in terms of music is slowly broadening. 

Suga: I think what Rapmon said is true. Back then I thought I just need to rap well, but now I have learned to think of the details more. 

J-hope: You can say we’re really growing up. 

Q: How did you feel when you listened to the 3 released title songs for the first time? 

Suga: I listened to the song thousands of times while working on it so I thought I wouldn’t feel anything fun when the mastered song came out, but I got deeply touched like “I worked hard on it and it came out!”. 

J-hope: There was a time before when I wasn’t aware of it while practicing ‘No More Dream’, but one day it suddenly came to me “Ah! This is it! It’s good!”. 

Jimin: (laughs) 

J-hope: I got the same feeling with ‘Boy In Luv’ recently too. 

Suga: You have that feeling this time too? 

J-hope: Didn’t I say it? (points to Jimin)

Jimin: Out of nowhere! At the studio! (laughs) 

J-hope: I went to the studio and I suddenly had a feeling. Jimin was there at that time so I told him “Hey Jimin, hyung thought about it on the way here, I have a hunch about this!”. 

Jimin: Right. (laughs) 

Rap Monster: You can’t trust Hobi’s hunch. 

J-hope: I really had a feeling. (laughs) Trust me. 

Rap Monster: I’m the same as Suga-hyung. I didn’t feel anything while working on it but when it’s finished and I listened to it, I had this proud feeling “It finally came out!”. Especially when I listened to the mastered version of ‘N.O’ on speaker and the “good house, good car” part came, I thought “This is it!”. 

Jungkook: The “good house, good car” part was the best. 

V: It was really mindblowing. (dancing the choreography) 

Rap Monster: And I had a real feeling this time when listening to ‘Boy In Luv’. Not like “It’ll do really well!”, but I feel like this can become BTS’ second starting point. I think letting people know that “BTS is this kind of singers!” is the most important thing. Actually I want to show these kinds of things through this album too. 

Jin: When I first listened to ‘No More Dream’, I remembered being very excited “Ah, so this is our first song”. 

Jimin: I had a hard time recording for ‘No More Dream”. So, actually I don’t remember it very well. When I listened to the dance break part of ‘N.O’, I thought “Wow~ It would be fun performing this song!”. 

V: Right. I went “Wah~” listening to ‘N.O’’s dance break part.

P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5 | P6 | P7

German Jokes Gothic

You are old. You take a walk in the park with your grandson Fritzchen, whom you constantly tell not to pick up stuff that has been lying on the ground. You slip on a banana peel. “Help me up”, you ask the boy. The wind rustles through dry leaves. Fritzchen’s eyes are cold. “I must not pick up stuff that has been lying on the ground”, he says. You are never getting up again.

You are in East Frisia. You cannot understand what people are saying. Come December, they leave their houses through the windows. They throw pepper on their TV screens. You do not ask why. The more you understand, the more you lose your sanity.

Everyone you meet exclaims “Shark!” Frightened, you ask them: “Where? Where?” You never get an answer. They roll their eyes and walk past you. There is a shark, and you don’t know where it is. It might be right behind you.

There is a rabbit at the bakery, every day. It has a strong lisp. It asks the baker if he has coffee, or carrots. He says no. The baker never has coffee or carrots. The rabbit returns, every day, every day…

You must choose. If you choose A, you are doomed. If you choose B, you must choose again. There is no escape.

Your mother. What about her? You do not know. Everyone else seems to know. There is something about your mother.

You’re drunk. You have been drinking all night. Goethe is still ahead of you. You see him in the distance, laughing at you, then turning and walking away. Desperate, you open another bottle of beer. It doesn’t matter. You will never be as drunk as Goethe.

There is a parrot. It hears everything you say. You do not know what it says to other people but things are never the same afterwards. You slip in the shower and break your neck. The parrot mocks you mercilessly. It is always the parrot.

7


For all the hate Sansa gets, I hope GOT gives her a good ending. One with a kind man who loves her. It’s as if because she’s strong, because she’s a survivor, people have forgotten what this girl has been through since leaving Winterfell. That she has been used and abused by every man she has belonged to. That she has never known real love or intimacy. And while she perseveres time and time again, stronger than before, the damage is still there. No clearer than in her painfully beautiful moment with Jon.

Jon: I won’t ever let him touch you again. I will protect you. I promise.
Sansa: No one can protect me. No can protect anyone.

Jon’s vow speaks to his honor, his kindness, the greatness of his character. But Sansa’s response isn’t cold or dismissive. It’s the response of a girl who knows a brutal truth. Who has looked evil in the eye more than once. It’s the answer of a girl who has learned how to only survive and anticipate the worst. A girl riddled with scars that can only be softened by genuine love and kindness. And I hope GOT gives her at least before it ends.

2

Nyleen Kay Marshall (4) was having a picnic with her family in the Elkhorn Mountains, in Montana, when she disappeared. It was June 25th, 1983, and was last seen around 4 pm, while playing with some other kids. Right before she vanished, a man in a purple jogging suit was seen in the area, but it’s impossible to say if he’s connected to the disappearance.

Nyleen has never been found, but the story that followed her vanishing is a harrowing and surprising one. Three years after she went missing, a letter arrived from Wisconsin from a man who claimed that Nyleen was with him –he referred to her as Kay– and that she was loved and being taken care of. He said he had a good income and was homeschooling the girl. This person also shared details about the case that hadn’t been made public. 

Also, investigators received several anonymous calls from a man claiming to be the one who had sent the letter, and they were traced to different public phones in Edgerton, Wisconsin. They claimed the content of the letter and the calls indicated possible sexual abuse against Nyleen, but they haven’t shared why. The person who contacted them has never been identified.

In 1990, Unsolved Mysteries did an episode about Nyleen’s case and someone called saying they believed one of their schoolmates was her. However, it turned out the girl was Monica Bonilla, another missing child that had been abducted by her father in 1982. She was reunited with her mother.

In another tragic twist, in 1995, Nyleen’s mother Nancy was raped and murdered in Mexico.

Bath Time // Optional Bias (smutty as hell– LOTS OF FLUFF)

Word count: 1.717

A/N: So this little story is inspired by the lyric “kicked back relax
hat tteugeoun bath time just lay back”” by Mark Tuan from Got7 in the song My Home. You can literally imagine anyone with this story as I wrote it so y’all can insert an optional bias. I kind of thought of Dean while writing this though. That boy is mighty fine and has been ruining my bias list with his verse in Bermuda Triangle ft Crush and Zico

Sooooo anyway

T_T Enjoyyyy

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It’s been a few years since you participated in a student exchange program in Korea, but given the fact that you fell in love with the country, the culture, the people, and well, your boyfriend. You never left.

It was a cold night.

You have felt sick for a few days now but you had been in denial about it. You can’t hide it anymore though. You have a fever and you felt weak. You didn’t even have the strength to get up to pick up your phone as it was blowing up for the past hour now.

You were curled up in your bed. Coughing and being miserable as you hear the front door open.

“Jagiya!” He yells out.

You groan in response trying to get him to hear where you are but you didn’t produce enough sound for him to catch on.

“Jagi! Where are you?” his voice was getting louder as he approached your bedroom.

“Jag-“ he stopped in the doorway of your bedroom staring at you curled up in your huge bed in the dark. “Here you are” his voice was hushed as he approached you carefully. Sensing something was wrong.

You peek over your covers and smile at him weakly. Excited to see him.

He sat down beside you on the bed softly caressing your hair. “You didn’t tell me you were coming over?” You say. Your voice sounded raspy and weird, so you try to clear your throat which made you cough even more.

He bit his lip, tracing his fingers over your temples. “I called you like a hundred times, I got worried. So I came to check up on you.”

You kissed his thumb as it traced over your lips. “Is my baby sick?” he asked pouting.

You nod intertwining your fingers with his.

He lovingly kissed your forehead, sighing.

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asks.

You nod.

“When?”

“This morning” you say knowing you were about to get scolded.

He closes his eyes, throwing his head back in defeat. “`Baby, how are you going to get better if you don’t eat?”

You shrug innocently. “I’m not hungry”

Suddenly he got up trying to walk away, but you stop him as he was about to be too far away to reach.

He looks back at you as you withheld him from leaving by grabbing his hand. “Where are you going?” you whine.

“I’m going to fill the bathtub for you, and as you take a bath I’m going to make you food. After you’ve eaten we’ll cuddle until you fall asleep.”

For the first time since you’ve been together the tables were turned. You were always the one taking care of him as he got tired and sick often because of his career as one Korea’s k-pop/k-hip-hop heartthrobs.

“Sound like a plan?” he asks.

You nod. “But only if you join me in the bath”

He carried you from your bed to the bathroom and placed you on the edge of the bathtub gently, starting to undress you.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the sound of the water running while he touched your body. He gently kissed your neck as he lifted your shirt from your body. You automatically lifted up your arms in response and he chuckled.

“You’re acting like such a zombie” he said. You open your eyes slowly and see his boyish smile being fully displayed on his face. He was enjoying this way too much so you softly nudge him.

He got down on his knees pulling off your panties as well, kissing your hipbone in the process which sent shivers down your spine.

He always does this. He kisses you anywhere he can at the most random times and places to show his affection for you. It’s one of the things you loved about him so much, the constant need for him to remind you of how much he loved you, was what made you so sure of your relationship with him.

You were completely naked now, not feeling awkward at all. You passed that stage a long time ago.

He got up again, taking off his clothes as well. Just as you were enjoying the view he prompted you to get into the tub.

You lower yourself into the tub and lean against his chest as the water almost surpasses the edges.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, positioning you just right so you could rest your head properly. You sigh. You were completely content and enjoyed the feeling of you being so close to each other in the hot water. His head lowered to the crook of your neck as he started to nibble on your skin.

Your body relaxed against his touch as one of his hands reached upwards to lightly massage your breast.

You moan in response and you feel him smile against your skin.

“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t take advantage of the fact that you’re sick.”

“I don’t have the slightest problem with it” you say eager for his touch.

He chuckled again, releasing your hair from your hairclip. He took the showerhead and wet your hair, washing it while gently massaging your scalp, as he finished he took some shower gel, softly scrubbing your back with is firm and strong hands.

He moved his hands further down, rubbing your belly and breasts as well.

You moaned in response. Enjoying the feeling of his hands all over your body.

“Feel good baby?” he whispers in your ear.

Your breathing got heavier and you nod, feeling pleasure course through your body

He took the showerhead to rinse your body while teasingly ghosting his fingers over your nipple.

As he finished he put the showerhead onto the holder again.

“My turn” he says smiling handing you the bottle of body wash.

You look at him tilting your head sideways “I thought the whole point of this was you taking care of me” you chuckle.

“I did though?” he says licking his lips.

You chuckle, happily squeezing some of the vanilla scented soap into your hands. You get on your knees in between his legs, facing his body.

He looked at you with lustful eyes as you started to massage the soap onto his chest. You moved up massaging his broad shoulders as well, moving down to his arms and his torso.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hands all over him.

You bite you lip contemplating if you should tease him or not, but since he was erect anyways you decide to reach down to pump him agonizingly slow.

He opened his eyes in a flash as he felt your hands on his member. “J-jagi” he moans leaning his head back. “Don’t your sick…” he says.

“Do you want me to stop?” you say adding more pressure, fondling his balls with your other hand.

His breathing hitched as he groaned in defeat. Lost in your touch.

“I have to admit I feel so much better already.” You say leaning in to bite his earlobe, sucking on it hard afterwards.

He groaned again. Defenseless. He couldn’t control himself any longer as the tension between the two of you was building. He wrapped his hands around your waist, stopping you. Turning you over so you were underneath him. The water from the tub splashed upwards and onto the floor.

He positioned himself, holding you up with one arm to make sure you were comfortable as he inserted his tip slowly. He pushed himself into you with ease, stretching you as he filled you completely.

You moan at the sensation and he started to rock his hips in a steady pace.

You were already feeling the buildup as he hit all of the right spots, sucking on just the right spot in your neck as well.

He was so skillful when it came to sex. He made you reach heaven and beyond every single time.

He started sucking on your skin and your moans started to get louder as his thrusts became more rough and sloppy.

“B-babyy!” you moan loudly letting him know you’re close.

“I’m close baby” he says in respond as he thrusts into you a few more times with more force, with that you feel him twitch inside of you as he cums, and so do you, reaching true euphoria. You scream his name wrapping your legs around him tightly, while he rides out his high.

He pulls out, panting heavily into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck as you still feel the water around you move.

A wave of exhaustion crashes over you and as he leans back to study your face. He notices immediately and his playful mood switches to pure concern again.

He quickly got up wrapping a towel around his torso as he grabbed another one to dry off your body.

“Let’s get you to bed, I’ll just make you a lot of breakfast tomorrow… deal?” he says apologetically.

You nod. Honestly you were fine with whatever. At this point you weren’t even able to form coherent sentences anymore. That’s how well you were fucked just now.

He picked you up, carrying you to the bed where he clothed you into one his shirts and clean underwear.

He put on a pair of joggers himself and crawled into bed next to you.

He adjusts his pillow and pulls the covers over the both of you, pulling you closer to his chest, resting one hand on your butt and the other on the top of your head. He kissed your semi-wet hair, tugging a strand behind your ear.

“Goodnight baby girl, I love you” he says

“I love you too” you whisper against his chest.