what do you do at a sufjan stevens concert? i imagine its just a group of people huddled around sufjan as he sings softly into the microphone. everyone is crying, theres a bird flying around overhead. its beautiful
IMA NEED YOU AMERICAN EXO-LS ATTENTION. When you’re going to EXO’s concerts - For the love of whatever you believe in. DO NOT show up with ex-member merch!! They’re not in EXO anymore, stop. (whoever had the hunhan banner project shouldn’t have been let inside the venue) And most importantly, DO NOT and I repeat; DO NOT show up with other groups’ merch! Why would you do this? I saw people doing this last year .. like.. no pls
John highlights from the concert last night (Austin 4/14)
1. Opened with “smoke weed everyday” & then launched into song
2. Randomly throwing out “warm milk”
3. *sees couple making out* “Man, I wish I had a girlfriend”
4. “Did everyone go pee? NO MORE F*CKING SLOW SONGS”
5. Constantly checking to make sure everyone in the crowd is okay, asking what they need
6. “Does anyone drink Mountain Dew? stop f*cking drinking that, it’ll give you cancer!! This songs about Baja blast” (proceeds to play diet soda society)
7. “Has anyone ever peed their pants before? I peed my pants in 7th grade” “you peed your bunk” - Garrett
8 . “Wear your seltbelts and eat your veggies when you get home”
9. “You guys have been so nice. Thank you. Take care of each other.”
i waved at you when you hit the disappearing point turned in for the night the next day around ten i caught the sweet scent of your hair on my pillowcase felt so much in love i felt like myself again someday the only thing i wanna rely upon is any available surface that you’ve rested your head on
back in the cave i traced the arc of our awakening shimmering down in the darkness, like hidden gold and i said my secret to myself out loud again we may live to see miracles, if our faith can hold someday the only thing i want to rely upon is any available surface that you rested your head on
Aries: The bathroom at a public pool. The concrete floor is painful to walk on. The smell isn’t bad, just impossible to place. Everything echoes.
Taurus: The streets outside your house at middling night. The foliage seems denser than you remember it, except around the streetlights.
Gemini: The local park in the very very early morning. You lay with one elbow propped up on a bench as you watch the sprinklers slowly douse the grass. You almost didn’t notice you were about to get sprayed.
Cancer: The nice part of town. There are a lot of churches here. Its really just churches with breaks between them.
Leo: Near midnight, after a concert. You drip with sweat and smoke and booze. The cold wind is refreshing, as is the sudden aroma from the taco truck pulled up at the curb. For some reason you don’t trust it.
Virgo: The huge mall built during the height of the bubble. Nobody goes to the mall anymore. Nobody.
Libra: The lot down the street where maybe six or seven different restaurants have been. They just cant seem to stay open at that address. You didn’t eat at any of them.
Scorpio: A trolley stop. Your city doesn’t have trolleys. There was a whole plan to install them that never went through.
Ophiuchus: The local grocery store, specifically the little covered entryway. You see a little half-burned wax candle sitting in the direct center.
Sagittarius: A building that says it’s some sort of museum but is far far too small to be a museum.
Capricorn: The little neighborhood where all the old people live. It feels weirdly separate from the rest of the community. Sometimes its noticeably muggier.
Aquarius: A tiny mom-and-pop burger parlor that despite all laws of taste, decency, and man, will not die.
A/N: this is so dark and twisted, and if you hate that, please don’t read on. but this is yoonseok - in the most twisted kind of love, or maybe addiction; and this is for my bb @dearmyjimin, my chunky @yoohnseok, and whoever else that likes/loves yoonseok ♡ (p.s. i’ll apologise in advance ;~; you’ll know why when you read it)
Seokjin is taking longer than usual and Hoseok can feel himself getting antsy with each passing second. He almost breathes a sigh of relief when Seokjin stands, adjusting the stethoscope around his neck.
Hoseok watches from the corner of his eye as Seokjin strides to the door, Jimin by his side.
“I think it’s working,” he hears Seokjin say and Hoseok nearly scoffs in response. “Just keep a lookout for any signs of violence when you do your rounds tonight, Jimin.”
“We’ll start him on placebos” is what Seokjin had told Jimin a week ago, voice soft but distinct from across the room. As if Hoseok couldn’t hear every word with the lack of furniture to muffle the syllables; as if Hoseok didn’t know what that word meant, when barely half a year ago, they’d been in matching white coats, clipboards in hand as they made their rounds.
Hoseok sits by the tiny window that overlooks the woods in the distance. Seokjin would be so upset if he finds out his fake pills aren’t the ones making Hoseok feel better.
But that’s for another time, Hoseok thinks. He closes his eyes.
He sees a pale figure, his voice a slightly rough tenor as he sings. No one knows how beautiful his voice is, of course; no one except Hoseok. Hoseok, and the vast forests ahead, the accompanying cliff acting as their backdrop.
And perhaps Seokjin will never understand how Hoseok finds comfort replaying those finals seconds - Min Yoongi’s voice traveling through the night breeze, his eyes following the flight of a lone butterfly - before Hoseok pushed the man off the edge, into the darkness that accompanies the indigo skies.
(10:01pm; Min Yoongi’s fading screams resonate in Hoseok’s mind and he smiles.)