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We write about what we had to live, the unrepeatable world of the 60s. We were idealists and we were a reflection of that. What I did was folk and there were so many doing the same, so I cannot consider myself the first or the initiator of anything. But I like several current names, like Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran. Both are not only good singers. And I know they grew up listening to us.
—  James Taylor when asked if songwriters of his generation are more honest (La Tercera interview)

in the french version, during ‘belle’, gaston says ‘my little lefou.’ how cute is that?? makes it sadder when he shows his true colors at the end though :(

also in the gaston song, in the french version it’s significantly gayer…

and lefou says gaston has the body of apollo (greek god of beauty) & steel bicepts, and he calls him “my gaston” …..pls

Posting the original text because I saw a bunch of tags on that Jotaro Kujo profile post asking about it:

The original text doesn’t exactly say this, it says this:

★ 好き な 色 … 透明感のある色ならぜんぶ

“Favorite color: Any color as long as there’s a sense of clarity/translucence to it.”

Basically Jotaro likes colors with clarity, ie, the color of the ocean:

It’s actually a nice detail and like the rest of his profile, shows a thoughtful and reflective side to his character.

[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Suga’s Biography

A mischievous kid growing up into a boy who enjoys reading 

I was born in Daegu in the South, the third biggest city of Korean, and grew up there until I came up to Seoul. When I was young, I was pretty much an ordinary kid. I loved playing around so my kindergarten teacher didn’t seem to like me. (laughs) I remember being scolded “It’s dangerous!” a lot. I also loved sports and was good at running, to the point of being picked as a relay runner from elementary school all the way up to high school. When it comes to studying, I’m slightly above average. 

I used to love playing outside with friends back then, but I changed as I grew up. Even when we went outside, it wasn’t like we did anything, we just gathered at the park. I wasn’t fond of that so many times I just stayed at home on weekends. My mother told me to go outside and meet my friends sometimes. (laughs) 

I had a thing for collecting, so I collected a lot of books when I was young. It was a time when I wanted to be a cultured man, wanted to pretend I know things too. Mature stuffs that didn’t suit my age or novels, poetry books, essays, newspapers,… I read everything regardless of genre. I don’t know why but up till middle school, I had the habit of reading books from the back page. I still read books sometimes now. My reading speed gets faster by reading multiple sentences at a time. 

Memories of first love from elementary school… I really don’t have any. Unlike Seoul, the provinces are conservative, and my school didn’t have that kind of atmosphere in which boys and girls talk to each other. If I was with a girl, I would become really shy and wouldn’t even say a word. 

The encounter with hip hop
Started composing in middle school 

I started to be interested in music in 5th year of elementary school, while watching the performance of “Stony Skunk”, Korean artists, on TV. It was the prime of ballad back then so if 18 teams perform on a music program, 10 would sing ballads, 5 would be idols and the other 3 would be other genres. They were one of those 3 teams. It was so cool how they were different from other singers. Up until then, I didn’t have any interest in music, but with Stony Skunk, I started listening to hip hop and reggae music, and was influenced by Epik High as well. MP3 player was starting to come out at that time, but I bought a Panasonic CD player and listened with that. 

Along with listening to music, I also started writing music at the same time. It wasn’t like someone told me to do it, I just had the thought of having to do so. I started writing rap lyrics in elementary school and started composing after I went to middle school. Back then, no one around me liked hiphop… It became extremely popular in Korea now but when I first started listening to it, hip hop was a genre once popular a long time ago. I think there probably wasn’t anyone on the streets who raps, except for me. If I rap at the karaoke room, it would just become some kind of sound to my friends. You know the moving hand gestures that are hip hop’s specialty? I was picked on for that too. 

Despite that, I still kept liking hip hop and in my 2nd year of middle school, I went on the stage for the first time at a festival. I performed Dynamic Duo’s “Go Back” with a friend. I didn’t like standing in front of people, but at that time, I only felt like I have to do it. I showed the rap that I practice too, although it wasn’t anything great. (laughs) 

 Actually in middle school, I wanted to go to an arts high school so I composed classical music. But the tuition was too expensive so I ended up just going to a regular high school. I told my father “I have done enough music now so I’ll study hard in high school” and went to that school, but of course I didn’t. (laughs) 

Full-fledged activities as a rapper after joining a crew in town 

Middle school years was when I composed music to satisfy myself only, on a hobby level. It was after I changed the MIDI software that I started full-fledgedly making music. In 1st year of high school, I showed my song to a person that was like a mentor to me, and he liked it a lot. I was introduced to a hip hop crew called “D-town” and joined. That song had the feeling of new-age music but had hip hop beats similar to Nujabes. For your information, the mentor that acknowledged me studied at Berklee College of Music and is currently working as a movie music director.

I think I started rapping properly after joining the crew. I have been rapping since elementary school, but since there wasn’t anyone who raps around me, I thought I was the best. (laughs) 

After that, I came to the Daegu underground scene, and from then, I also got to know that you can’t make a living out of music in the underground scene. Most of the hyungs who made music with me that time was about 10 years older than me, there were also people over 30. They worked part-time jobs and made music at the same time, but it seemed very hard. Even when performing live, it was already a huge deal to have 100 audiences, and I hated that fact. I thought “If I success, could I be the liaison of the underground scene?”. There are plenty of people who make good music in the underground scene, so I thought when I become famous, I want to create a better environment for them, I want to show their music to the world. 

Just then, I knew Big Hit was holding an audition in Daegu. I came there knowing nothing but that it was a company formed by composer Bang Shihyuk, but I was told that I was accepted the next day. I heard it later that when he saw me, he immediately thought of letting me pass. Even though I wasn’t good at rapping that time. (laughs) 

Coming up to Seoul after becoming a trainee
Different from first thought…!? 

I came to Seoul on November 7th, 2010, when I was in 2nd year of high school. I still remember it now. 

I joined to company not to rap, but to become a composer. So I thought I didn’t need to dance, and let people who are good at rapping rap, I just needed to follow the producer path. But it became a totally different thing. (laughs) At that time, rather than idols, the company was planning to create a group consisting of rappers, but that changed. The members were Rap Monster, J-hope and me. There were also Supreme Boy, i11even-hyung who is now active in the underground scene and Iron-hyung who made it to the finals of Show Me The Money 3. I think if we debut like that, despite being good at rapping, we would fail. (laughs) 

Rapper & producer
The future Suga thinks of as a goal 

My 4-year-older brother plays a very big role in letting me be able to walk on the music path like this. He started liking hip hop under my influence, but when I came to the audition, everyone in my family opposed it except for my brother. They didn’t view music activities nicely, even my relatives told me “What music for you, go study.” So I only showed my songs to him. He was the first person I informed that I passed the audition too. Our relationship is so good that we’re like friends. I basically don’t drink alcohol, but I drink it with him only. 

My family all support me now, of course. Even the relatives that told me to study ask for my signatures. (laughs) 

These days, I have thoughts about wanting to also be active as a producer. I have no greed of being in the center, I just want to make music. I don’t have interest towards the entertainment world too, everyone says they want to act, or to go on variety shows, but I don’t want to do those. (laughs) But still, the first thing is to make BTS get 1st place in Korea as well as Japan. And myself too, I want to be the best rapper, the best producer. I don’t know if it would take time, but I have to try.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so I gotta know where your tag 'we darken by looking at each other' is from because it's driving me insane and I can't get it out of my head.

it comes from a turkish proverb, ‘grapes will darken by looking at each other’ & the idea of it is that we reflect the company we keep around us (i first encountered the phrase in ella frances sanders’ book ‘speaking in tongues’ which is a collection of idioms & phrases from around the world)

anonymous asked:

to be honest i'm just very bad at requests (i don't wanna bother you). i was also curious since i've only ever seen Viktor being delirious in his native language. i'd love if you could draw it but you don't have to (sorry i'm so awkward) ~ graceless-fever

22. delirious/crying because they’re feverish


Those Heathen Eyes - sneak peak

The Heathen Army is so lusty this morning! Allow me to further whet your appetites with the opening scene for a new multichapter fic I don’t have time for, but keep thinking about…

Ivar the Boneless had not been what she had been expecting. When the chariot pulled the heathens’ dark-clad commander into the village square, Aedre had forced herself to look up at the man responsible for ruining her life. She lifted her eyes from the rough cords binding her wrists to the long rope restraining her and the other unfortunate souls who had not run from the invading warriors fast enough. He removed his helmet as he surveyed the ongoing plundering of her home and she was shocked to see he was just a youth, with a beautiful face and soulful, piercing eyes. The rumors had said the oncoming Heathen Army was led by a ruthless man with a mind as clever as it was sadistic. Some had whispered that he might be the devil himself, come to bring a reckoning to Mercia and the rest of the fallen kingdoms of England.

The boy that sat in that chariot was almost a disappointment. His dark hair was bound up in a strange row of braids and his face was speckled with blood, but he was certainly younger than she was, though by how many summers Aedre could not quite guess. His calculating gaze met hers as he looked down the line of captives; she thought she saw a glimmer of interest spark there before she cast her eyes down hurriedly. A shiver ran down her back as she reevaluated her opinion. The face may have been too young, but those hard eyes lived up to every rumor.

Aedre heard his tongue clack and then he was guiding his horse past the row of her weeping and cowering countrymen. The heathens had used some of them quite roughly before rounding them up into the square. The young woman offered up a silent prayer of thanks that she had been found by one of their strange armed women and led here to be bound up unmolested. She felt her luck change, however, when the heathen commander drew up alongside Aedre and tugged the reins of his horse curtly, stopping the chariot beside her.

His voice was a cold, low growl. “Þessi.” Though Aedre did not know his language, another chill ran down her back. She could just feel that he was looking at her as she stared meekly at the ground. “Horfðu á mig.” A moment later his hand flew out in her direction, and a burly man who had been following the chariot stepped forward and seized her chin. He turned Aedre’s face up toward his commander’s.

Aedre was not sure what showed in her own expression then. She was trying to hide fear and anger both, believing either one would bring the wrong kind of attention. The boy called Boneless took the measure of her face, then his eyes slid down over her body, taking a good long look at her curves. Aedre steeled herself against the indignity of it, wishing she knew what to do to repel his sinful interest.

He smiled out of one side of his mouth and flicked his fingers in a lazy gesture. “Hafa hana tekið að tjaldi mínu.” He clacked his tongue at his horse again, but his unreadable eyes lingered on her even as he started moving away.

The big man let go of her with a shrug, went to speak with the dirty warrior at the head of the line of prisoners. Aedre couldn’t tell what it all meant. She snuck a glance behind her, studied the tall, proud back of the retreating conqueror. He wasn’t looking at any of the other captives.

Worth It

Race was tracing circles on Spot’s shoulder and usually he’d have lasted three seconds before knocking him away and getting dressed, but this was different. This was the last time. Because Race was engaged and whilst cheating on his fiancé was apparently fine, cheating on his wife was not.

Spot wasn’t sure how this whole thing had happened. They’d been together without actually being together for so long that he’d mostly just assumed Race’s threat no longer stood. In Race’s defence, it was a second-hand threat - his mum had told him if he was still single aged 25, she was setting him up with a good Catholic girl, a friend of the family, and he was going to marry her. And Race had agreed because he thought if he had that long Spot would finally come around and admit that he was in love and he wanted to stay, but not even six years was enough time. So Race’s mum had threatened and then Race had threatened and Spot couldn’t do it. They just weren’t words he said. They’d never even officially been dating, not that Spot had been so much as looking anywhere else, and he just couldn’t say something that sounded so permanent. And now he was losing the best person in the world, but he still couldn’t say it. Every time he tried his tongue tied itself in knots, so Race was getting married in three days.

“I can’t believe you’re going to do this,” Spot mumbled, letting himself wriggle closer into Race’s arms. He pretended Emily didn’t exist, like she probably wasn’t looking at the ring Race had put on her finger and finalising wedding plans. He didn’t like the fact he was involved in this girl being cheated on, but he wasn’t going to give up his last time sleeping with the guy he couldn’t say he loved but really, really did.

Race pulled away from Spot, ceasing all physical contact. It was very obvious he’d put his foot in it but, besides a painful realisation Race might never touch him again, Spot realised he had nothing to lose.

“You shouldn’t do it,” he said confidently.

Race just glared. “Well I hardly have a reason not to, do I?” he challenged. It was yet another chance for Spot to get this whole thing called off and he still just shrugged like it was no big deal, even though he was begging Race to hear the answer he was screaming in his head instead. But Race ignored the internal protests and the pleading in Spot’s eyes and turned over, a silent indication for Spot to get dressed, collect up his things, and go.

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