just wait a few hours!!!

So I’m making this post to talk about the good things that BigHit does in this time of lines and screen time feud. BigHit entertainment is one of the best and least restrictive companies I have come to know. Since BTS are their only artists, the amount of freedom and close knit management they get is amazing.

There is no dungeon that the boys can disappear into, and there is constantly new content for the fans. Sure there are some things that happen that we nor the boys like, but then they are dealt with. Yoongi complained about his scalp, and BigHit relented, allowing him to stay dark for the past couple of comebacks.

They also allow the boys to use expensive equipment write and produce their own music to release as non monetized mixtapes or song covers. They even fully funded the MVs given to both Yoongi and Nams for their mixtapes, and that is something they didn’t have to do.

The boys are given the best produced music videos, and are allowed to create cinematic masterpieces with a deepened meaning. They not censored in the types of lyrics that they write, despite how controversial in Korean culture.

Now this may seem trivial to you. All these small things are nothing compared to the injustice that the members face. How dare they give Jungkook all the lines and leave everyone else out in the cold! 2Seok was basically missing this entire comeback!

Ok I hear you, but at the same time, consider the fact that this is the first (and probably the last) time Hoseok gets few *cough cough none cough cough* individual lines in a song. Spring Day was a more vocal based song, so they decided that he should use his vocal talent to back Jungkook rather than add another rap verse. It makes sense to me, and it gives him the opportunity to show his vocal talent on stage if he and Jungkook harmonize live as well.

And then there is Jin. It seems that he always gets the short end of the stick. The amount of individual screen time he got was unfair yes, completely. He is officially a (debatably the) visual of the group, and if anything that should be the place he pops up the most. But at the same time, Not Today was more a dance video, and he and Nams are well, not the best dancers, so they wouldn’t put them in the middle on all the dance shots.

Also look at the I Need U and Run comebacks, the entire story in the music videos clearly revolved around him and his character, something that the fans were quick to point out and appreciate. For those comebacks, he was in the center.

This is still not a justification, but simply a reason for why they might have chosen to edit the video like they did.

Next moving on to his line distribution. He notoriously along with V get the short end of the stick when it comes to lines. And I think it is simply because of the way the industry works.

You know how sometimes Jimin and Jungkook switch lines because Jimin is better at the high notes in the studio, but Jungkook hits them better live? The same thing goes for most line distributions. What voice works the best for the feeling they want to produce? Who can hold the notes the best on stage? Like I said before, Jin is not the best dancer, and their dances are HARD, so most of his time probably goes towards practicing the choreography rather than nailing his vocal stability on stage.

He objectively doesn’t have the best or most stable voice in the group, as often times on live stages he is out of breath by the time his lines do come up, and that is completely understandable. It’s the reason why so many (even the more experienced) artists lip sync to certain performances.

Dancing while singing is hard, and maybe it’s just not for Jin. Maybe, just maybe, he decided himself that his voice was better suited for slower songs with less choreo so that he can really focus on nailing his vocal performance. I mean in the solo he got to produce himself he chose a more soft ballad song rather than a more hard hitting one like Jimin’s because that just suits his voice better, and he knows it.

That’s why he got a lot more lines in “Butterfly” a slower ballad with less complex dancing and softer vocals, right where Jin thrives, but not really the typical image BTS produces musically.

Once again this isn’t a justification, and more a reason why he might get fewer lines. It is true that the line distributions are unfair and I agree with that, but it’s also a question of the industry standards, and the fact that sometimes it might be the best solution to a shitty problem.

I know I’m probably going to get some flack for this one, but it’s just something that needed to be said. Us fans really need to step back and appreciate not only the boys, but the company that helped make them.


[17’S] SEVENTEEN IN CARAT LAND 몇 시간 안남았다! 조금만 더 기다려줘요! 최고의 시간 만들어 줄게요♥

[17’S] SEVENTEEN IN CARAT LAND in just a few more hours! Just wait a little bit longer! We’ll make sure you’ll have the best time♥

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All that glitters is not gold

Pairing: AJ Styles/You

Summary: You aren’t happy with how the company’s been treating you and you’re ready to leave. AJ however doesn’t want to see you go.

You lean against the top rope at the far side of the ring, just soaking in the empty arena and the bustling activity of the crew setting up. Thousands and thousands of empty seats stare back at you just waiting to be filled. A few more hours and they will be. There was a time when the thought of performing in front of such a crowd would have excited you, not so much these days.

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Jun grabbing your ass and lifting you into a hug in front of the other members?

Hope you like how I went about this!

You were sitting down on floor of the dorm’s living room, a playstation controller in your hands and Chan seated next to you. You were having the fifth re-match of the evening, because whenever you won him, he insisted on trying again, and whenever he won you, you did the same. With neither of you able to admit your defeat, there seemed to be no end to your gaming session.

While playing, you took occasional glances at the clock on the wall. Your boyfriend, none other than Wen Junhui himself, had an audition for a role in a drama a few hours earlier, and you were just waiting for the moment he’d be back. It felt like ages since the last time you had seen him, even though you had seen him a mere two days before. And, naturally, you were also curious to hear how the audition had went.

“Ha, I won you!” you exclaimed when you had, indeed, won Chan once again. He groaned and threw his controller away (you laughed at Seungcheol’s absent-minded “Don’t break the controllers” that came from the kitchen), but your thoughts were soon moved elsewhere when you heard the lock of the door turn.

Immediately, you jumped up and walked to the door, only to sigh in disappointment and lean against the wall when Soonyoung and Minghao appeared. “Oh, it’s just you two.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Soonyoung asked with a mock hurt tone before grinning at you. You sighed again, but lifted your face in an instant when you heard a third pair of feet and saw Jun closing the door behind himself, a wide smile plastered all over his face.

“You came!” you exclaimed in excitement, and with the other members starting to gather around you, curious to hear how Jun’s audition had gone, you practically ran up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Jun laughed heartily as he let his hands slide into the back pockets of your jeans, and much to your surprise you felt him squeeze your ass. Before you were able to say anything about that, he had already slid his hands out of your pockets and grabbed you properly, lifting you up into a tight hug and nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Jun,” you yelped in shock, your ankles hooking behind him out of habit as you clung onto him, his hands still holding your butt firmly as he kissed your neck, an obvious goofy grin still on his lips. Seungcheol cleared his throat, but all Jun did was lift his face and smile at his bandmates.

“I got the role,” he said happily, proud of himself, and your cheeks heated up when you felt his fingers pressing better into the flesh of your behind through the denim or your jeans, although you were incredibly happy for Jun, too. The other members of Seventeen wished they could’ve focused on something else, but with Jun’s hands as big and obvious as they were, it was difficult.

However, none of them could hide how happy they were for him and how proud they were of him - the role was quite a remarkable one, too, with the drama rumored to air during primetime and Jun’s character being the second male lead. So, with their eyes awkwardly moving between your butt and Jun’s glowing face, everyone broke into excited chatter as they congratulated Jun and told him how proud of him they were. Your boyfriend took in all the positive remarks, each word being music to his ear.

With Jun’s hands still firm on your ass, you were getting tired of hanging on him, not to mention the awkwardness of everyone’s eyes on you. “Jun… put me down.”

He blinked in surprise, and it genuinely seemed like he had forgotten he was holding you like that. “Oh, sorry.”

Jun let you down and you ran your fingers through your hair, smiling a bit tensely at the other members, who all had different kinds of expressions on their faces. Jihoon rubbed his temples and sighed.

“We’ve discussed the amount of PDA you’re allowed to show with us others present, and that’s not within those limits,” he said calmly, the tiniest hint of pink on his cheeks. The others nodded, whereas Jun merely gawked, his eyebrows raised.

“Ah, that just now?” he asked, just to make sure he was on the right page despite all the adrenaline rushing through his blood, and snickered when the others nodded in sync. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize. I just went with my instincts.”

You grinned to yourself as your heart beat a bit faster at his words - his instincts had told him to grab you and lift you into a hug and press his lips to your neck, and you found it adorable and… undeniably, a bit hot. Chan, looking a bit bothered, pouted at Jun.

“It was a bit awkward, so… please don’t do it again,” he whined, and Jun chuckled at his frown. “She’s our friend, and… that’s a bit too much to see.”

You let out a short laugh and felt Jun wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer. “Well, she’s my girlfriend, so…” Seungcheol quirked his eyebrow, not amused in the least, which effectively made Jun regain his seriousness. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”

You patted Jun’s chest and looked up at him warmly, shaking your head in amusement.

“Anyway,” Seungkwan began and broke the slightly awkward silence, hitting his palms together. “Congratulations on getting the role, and there’s something waiting for you in the kitchen.”

Jun raised his eyebrows in surprise and thanked the other members quickly before starting to take off his jacket and shoes while the others moved elsewhere. When you then went to the kitchen, you both gasped at the simple cake that had “Congratulations, Junhui!” written in thin strings of chocolate sauce.

With your arms wrapped around Jun’s waist, you smiled up at him, your chest feeling nice and warm at how touched he looked. “They really believe in you. And so do I.”

He looked abashed as he scratched his cheek a little with the very tip of his forefinger. “Phew, it would’ve been really awkward if I hadn’t gotten the role…”

You giggled and nodded, unwrapping your arms from around him in order to get some plates out of the cupboard and call the other members for cake while Jun kept staring at the masterpiece and tried to figure out how to stay cool. When you placed the plates down, he hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you, Y/N.”

His version of “cool” turned out being hugging each and every member one by one when they came to the kitchen and whispering cheesy yet heartfelt words of gratitude to all of them. You smiled warmly at the sight, Jun’s genuine smile only growing wider and wider.

You enjoyed the cake together with all fourteen of you, and a few hours later you and Jun were lying on his bed, his roommates still elsewhere. The kisses you were exchanging were soft yet hungry with you cuddled up close to him, your hand on his chest and his arm around you.

Slowly, you moved from his side to lie on top of him, your lips never breaking their contact as his tongue played with yours. He grinned against your lips while bringing his hands to your ass and giving you a good squeeze, pulling you closer. You gasped and broke the kiss, staring down into Jun’s dark eyes as well as you could in the very dimly lit room.

“How much time do you think we have?” you asked hushedly, swallowing hard when you felt the slight bulge underneath you. Jun smirked and raised his eyebrows meaningfully.

“I don’t think anyone’s coming in until one of us gets out.”

You giggled and leaned down for another kiss while Jun’s hands ran up your back underneath your shirt.

Minghao was about to enter the roomy bedroom, but right before he had been able to place his hand on the doorknob, he heard a muffled moan that made his ears twitch a little and his eyes widen while blood rushed to his cheeks.

Seungcheol walked past him with a bottle of water and stopped at the sight of a shocked Minghao. “Were you about to go in?” The younger one nodded and got a pat on his back from Seungcheol. “As long as Jun and Y/N are there alone… don’t.”

Now Minghao knew.

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“I love swimming and I love you too Haru-chan, so I want to swim together with you!”

“I told you to stop using ’-chan’,”

“That and… Of course we’d swim together.”

anonymous asked:

Jeez I just found you and I feel like you're blogging straight from my brain. I am so in sync with your thoughts about Louis. And this damn day. I feel like his rug was ripped out from under him by none other than Harry with his tease video and coy white space icons. Silent for months and couldn't wait just a few hours to hype his solo career? I mean I like Harry but I just want Louis to catch a break. And all this while Louis endures the emotions of his late mum's birthday. Good God. 😔

I want good things for all the boys and despite popular believe I don’t hate harry or want him to fail or whatever people tell themselves. I guess I’m just a bit upset about the timing of it all. But it is what it is.

  • Me: *starts assembling an ikea shelving unit*
  • Ben: Lea please stop you're gonna hurt yourself or break it. like please just wait a few hours and then Stevie can help..
  • Me: *puts the shelving unit together without hurting myself or breaking it*
  • Ben: oh, k.
  • hes gone quiet and i am smug as shit : P who said hosts can't do stuff.

oka y so… the risd admissions page on facebook said that most people who get letters today are accepted in to risd and i have no letter… but on the other hand,,, i did only just get my pratt letter today even though they emailed me awhile ago… so i just have to wait roughly an hour more…? or a few? to really confirm

Kaneki…You wait for she just a few hours… A few hours

But she… she still waiting for you… for many years

Even when she saws you… she knows you haven’t returned yet…and still waiting

And still doing it,.. until you return

And you were just complaining about waiting a few hours or minutes…

Am I the only bookworm on earth who hasn’t been to a book signing? 😳 Aside from the fact that my parent would think it ridiculous, I can’t imagine spending hours waiting in line just for a few seconds with an author (no matter how amazing that author is)! So this copy of the collector’s edition of The Maze Runner is my only signed book, because it was already signed when I got it hahaha. It looks so beautiful doesn’t it??! 😍😍😍 #signedbooks tag tagged by @reviews_from_a_bookworm, thank you! 😊❤️📚

In in on the News/ Omelia and Meredith

Owen and Amelia had invited  Meredith and the children around for dinner, they hadn’t  told her much apart  from that they had some news to share.  Owen had been working in the Kitchen for the past  few hours getting dinner ready, and was just waiting for Amelia to come home.


Hello, guys~the first thing I gonna say is ”Happy Halloween! ”

here is the new profile picture. I drew this a few hours ago and, I just couldn’t wait to post this because it’s so freaking cute. XD I hope you like it and be willing to reblog it.

If you want to know where I get the inspiration, Well, the dressing is based on a famous game called “five nights at Freddy’s.”As for the gesture, click the link below and you’ll soon get it.~


starter for ( @camxflynn )

“Does this tie suit me?” Nikki asked as they walked in on her wearing one of what she assumed to be their favourite tie -  just their tie. She’d been waiting for a few hours so she got comfortable on their bed and ready to give them a surprise.


Imagine: Can you do more Malia imagines please!

(A/n: There were no specifics so I just kind of ran with this idea I had.)


You were sitting high up in a tree, out of view of any person that could happen to pass by.

You had to be, given the large set of bird wings on your back.

For the last few hours you had just been lounging here, waiting for night to fall so you could finally go flying. (Being seen by humans was becoming a greater and greater risk, and flying during the day was almost impossible with the humans’ advances in technology.)

You heard something below you and started. Was it a mountain lion? They seem to be everywhere in these woods.

You decide it couldn’t have been though, a mountain lion wouldn’t be moving that loudly through the woods.

Then you spot a girl, just coming out from behind a tree line. You stretch forward on your branch, trying to get a better view of her- was she lost? She didn’t seem particularly worried, so maybe she’s not lost,but she carried no pack of supplies with her. Didn’t humans have to eat three times a day?

The girl was still moving in your general direction, but you didn’t worry quite yet; she had no reason to look up and spot you.

But then she started to climb the tree you were sitting in.

Flight, as always, was your snap decision when afraid, but the canopy above was blocking you from flying away.

This meant you had to awkwardly slide backwards along the branch you were perched on, all the while keeping your eyes fixed on the girl climbing below you.

But then, for some ungodly reason she decides to look up, just at the moment you were reaching for a high branch. You, and more importantly your wings, were fully visible to her below.

Every muscle in your body tensed, waiting for the moment when she would scream in terror and run off. Or worse, she was one of those “hunters” and would try to kill you.

“You don’t need to be afraid.” she calls up to you as you scramble away from her. “It’s okay. I’m different too.”

You watch in fascination as her eyes turn to a bright blue color.

Your face breaks into a wide grin. Another supernatural.

“What’s your name?” she asks, this time keeping her distance from you. “I’m Malia.”

“(Y/n).” You tilt your head to the side.“Why are you out here in the middle of nowhere?” You don’t move any closer; this still could be a trap, though now you doubted it.

“My old home is around here.”

You narrow your eyes in confusion, knowing that there are no settlements even remotely close to where the two of you were. It was the reason you hadn’t covered your wings; no one at all should be out here.

“I lived just over that hill when I was a coyote.” she specifies and you connect the dots.

Were coyote. Now you were nervous again. You had met her kind before, and none of them were too terribly friendly.

Malia didn’t seem to notice your sudden fear, still talking, though you hadn’t even heard the last few sentences.

“-and they would all definitely like you, I’m sure!”

“Wait, back up. What’s happening?”

“You should meet the rest of the pack! I bet they’d like you.”

Your face twists. “I don’t know…were coyotes and I don’t exactly have the best track record, and an entire pack of them? I don’t think that would go well.”

“I’m the only were coyote though. There’s two werewolves, a kitsune, a banshee, and a human.”

You had met a kitsune before; your kind got along with them rather well. You’d heard of banshees before too. Werewolves were kind of a toss up, some that you’d met were friendly, others tried to kill you.

(A/n: My inspiration level is at zero right now- send in some prompts for me to write!)

Listen, I love Cupcake Baker or Bitter Lawyer Bahorel as much as everyone else, but have you ever stopped to think about the majesty that would be Professional Merman Bahorel???

•Grantaire gave him the idea, or, rather, Grantaire painted him with a tail once out of sheer boredom and once Bahorel has an idea there is no stopping him
•he saved up his money and practiced his swimming for a year before buying himself a custom tail and quitting his job
•he performs at parties and other gatherings but most of the time he’s just hanging out in a friend’s pool or on the beach
•he definitely goes to public beaches incredibly early in the morning before anyone else is there just so he can get in the water in full merman garb and wait for a few hours just to freak people the fuck out as well as give a handful of little kids some hope that magic does exist
•weaves seashells into his beard
•often climbs on top of rocks and sings the motif from The Little Mermaid
•has Feuilly push him around in a wheelbarrow when he’s wearing his tail and can’t walk
•then has Feuilly dump him into the public pool so he can do laps and, again, freak people the fuck out
•is completely convinced that he can speak to Dolphins

Can we talk about how Isaac probably woke up feeling extremely panicked when Scott died? 

Or better yet, let’s talk about Isaac waking up the second Theo plunged his claws into Scott. Isaac felt it, knew that Scott was dying but he couldn’t do anything about it. Not from France. People like to say that Isaac was Derek’s beta and yes Derek bit him, but it was clear to see that Isaac’s loyalty was to Scott. So of course Isaac felt Scott die. Just like Scott fell off his bike when Isaac stepped on the bear trap. 

I’m just wondering if Isaac waited a few agonizing hours to call Melissa to see if Scott was okay.

Request: Like I’m Flying

Request: hey could you do one where they go to a theme park and castiel is ironically afraid of hieghts???

Word Count: 865

Here it is, I hope you like it! Thanks!<33

“Aw, come on!” You whine, rolling over and only just catching yourself before you fall off of the bed, “It’ll be fun.”

“We have to get going, Y/N.” Sam shakes his head miserably. He wants to go just as badly as you do, but there’s a hunt waiting.

“We’ll just spend a few hours there.” You promise, “Maybe just a couple or rides. Have a laugh. Cas has never been to a funfair!” You beg, “Come on. You can’t deprive him, right Dean?”

“Don’t bring me into this.” The elder Winchester rolls his eyes. At this point, it’s a battle of nerves. You’re not going to give in, but Sam… Sam has some wriggle room, and you both know it.

“We never get a break.” You say forlornly, “And I’m sick of hunts. I just want to spend a couple of hours being normal and then we can go back to crazy. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted, Sam?”

Oh, it’s a low blow. You know it is – but it works. You grin as he narrows his eyes at you, and you know you’ve won.



It’s like magic – you pay your dollar each to get into the park and the moment you’re through that gate, it’s like the whole world morphs around you. Suddenly, the grey sky is alive with music and screams, with people yelling from their stands and games, with the smell of greasy, carcinogen-packed funfair food, with lights and colours. The whole place has a dreamlike quality and you grin, absorbing the atmosphere for a moment.

The three of you go on the Waltzers first. You spin around (probably too) fast, nearly bringing up your dinner but yelling in delight as you spin and spin and spin, pressed against your seats by some invisible force. You watch all three guys as they slowly let go of their inhibitions, and you laugh, throwing your arms in the air as the chair twirls once again.

You then hit the bumper cars. You all take a car to yourselves, and it’s all out war. Every man out for himself. You laugh with glee as you skid into Dean, sending his car flying into Sam’s. The pair of them launch an attack on you, and you nearly swerve into Cas trying to get away. He merely laughs, giving chase to the men behind you.

You stop for lunch after that, downing watery cola and greasy fries. You don’t mind, though. Then, it’s onto the carousel (your horse was called Bobby, which you thought was brilliant) and the rollercoaster, and the go-karts and everything you can think of. Finally, though, you decide to hit the Ferris wheel.

“Ever been on one of those before?” You nudge Cas as you wait in line. He looks up and shakes his head, eyes fixed on the top car. You grin.


“It’s brilliant. I bet we’ll be able to see the whole town from here.” You grin, bouncing on the balls of your feet, “It feels like flying.”

Cas swallows and nods.


You finally get your car – Sam and Dean take the one in front and you and Cas take the one behind it.

“Ready?” You offer as the ride begins to move upwards. Cas stiffens, grabbing a hold of your wrist. Your eyes widen, and you place a hand atop his.

“Are you alright?” He’s been fine on all the other, faster, riskier rides. He nods stiffly, keeping his eyes fixed straight ahead.

You keep moving upwards, and his hand never leaves your wrist. You smile to yourself, keeping a half-eye on him as you rise above the other rides. The fairground expands beneath you, a field full of ant-sized people scurrying around. You grin – you’re almost at the top, and you can see everything. The fairground, the field around it, the houses beyond that, all the way to the horizon.

You look over at Cas, who has his eyes squeezed tightly shut. You look at him, reaching over and taking his hand in yours.


“Not really.”

“Don’t like heights?”

“Not in the slightest.” He shudders, flinching as a gust of wind rocks the car. You squeeze his hand.

“We’re all scared of something.” You chuckle at the irony of it, “But it’s fine. Hey – look at me.”

The poor angel looks like he’s about to throw up, and he inches one eye open to look at you.

“That’s it. Focus on me. It’s better than closing your eyes, ‘cause then all of your other senses go mental. Now,” You smile slightly, “We’re going down, okay? Just a minute.”

He nods, relaxing slightly. You know you’re safe – so does he, really. There’s something hilarious about a fallen angel being afraid of heights. Nonetheless, you keep encouraging him, distracting him from the situation at hand by talking about other things. By the time you reach the bottom, he’s calmed down considerably.

“Next time,” You promise, finally letting go of his hand as you climb out, “We can fly the easy way.”


I can’t wait just a few more hours to post this! 😍😍😍💖💖💖💗