lost in paper

anonymous asked:

More of a fuck management. I work at albert's (supposedly) and have been there for a month. I'm still not technically in the system and I still haven't been paid once. We get paid Weekly. On top of that they 'lost' all my paper punches. It's to the point that my entire deli gang is ready to rip HR a new one.

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if they had an extra hour to get to know each other before gettin to the lions.

the-queen-sees-all  asked:

I was wondering, what if Harry and Hermione had met before Hogwarts?

The first time Harry Potter met Hermione Granger, she was standing with her chin up and her hands on her hips a few paces from the old olive tree in the schoolyard, glaring into the far distance. The wind was trying to twist and buffet her hair into her face, but mostly it was just tangling cheerfully with itself.

Dudley and Piers were busy kicking all the other kids off the play structure, so Harry had retreated out into the grass. He stood a safe distance from the weird girl who was pretending to be a statue and thought wistfully of lunch.

“There’s a fallen bird’s nest,” the girl said in a rapid and certain tumble of syllables. “The boys knocked it out of the tree, but I chased them off and I’m hoping the mama bird comes back. I’m Hermione Granger. We just moved here.”

“Harry,” he said.

“How’d you get that scar?” she said.

“Car accident.”

“That’s a weird scar for a car accident.”

Harry shrugged. “It killed my parents.”

She blinked quickly at him and even at that distance he wished vaguely that she wore glasses, too, because her gaze was something that really felt like it should have some built-in bluntedness. “Mine are dentists. Mum’s taking me to the library after school, want to come?”

-

Before they went into Diagon Alley, Harry asked Hagrid if they could find a payphone. Hermione picked up on the first ring.

“Harry! Where have you been? I’ve been trying and trying to call–”

“Sorry, yeah. Um, so, I’m not coming back to school next year, I…” Harry drifted off, staring at Hagrid’s massive moleskin shoulders. The giant man saw him looking and gave him a tentatively cheerful little wave. “It’s been weird, Herm.” He pressed his forehead into the phone stand, but not too hard. “I think you’re the only thing I’m really going to miss.”

“Harry,” Hermione said and Harry started to frown, because that wasn’t her stern and startled voice. That was the voice that meant she was off down a charging war path of other thought and might not have heard him at all. “I’ve been reading.”

“Of course you’ve been reading,” he said. “I’ve been being forcibly hidden from a swarm of post office owls–”

“You’re in books,” she said in breathless delight, squeaking over the telephone line. “First thing we did, of course, after the professor explained, was get her to escort us to a bookstore– a whole bibliography, Harry, a whole world’s bibliography I haven’t even touched– how am I ever going to–” She took in a little calming breath, and murmured, “Different infinities, it’s okay, Hermione, okay.” A sharp exhale and then she tumbled right back into her rushing rivelet of a sentence. “And I picked up a good dozen, besides the school books, of course, and Harry, you’re in books, in Dark Wizardwork of This Century and A Modern Wizards’ History and October’s End: A Biography–”

“Hermione,” said Harry with slow enunciation. “Are you a wizard, too?”

“A witch, I think,” she said. “But I’m still reading up on the sociology of it all.”

-

Hagrid wouldn’t say Voldemort’s name, but Hermione would. She came over with a stack of books up to her chin, gave the Dursleys her normal pointed little stare that said she’d like to set them a little on fire, and curled up in his cupboard with him.

He supposed she probably could learn how to set them on fire, now, if she really wanted to.

She gave him passages and excerpts with his name in them, with his parents’ names, a home he hadn’t known. There were pictures of a ruined house with the smoke drifting in little curls of ink. There was his mother, smiling and waving in black and white. There was his mother, laid out on the floor, with a sober little caption below it. That picture was still, except for curtains fluttering in the window.

Hermione finally dragged her face far enough up from the pages to see Harry holding his own hand very tightly, and then she closed the book and reached for one about which magical creatures you should pet and which you shouldn’t.

“Sorry,” she said.

“I wanted to know.”

“I’m still sorry.”

-

The Grangers drove Harry, Hermione, Hedwig, and their trunks to King’s Cross Station. Mrs. Granger kissed the top of Hermione’s head while Mr. Granger mussed Harry’s mop of dark hair affectionately, and then they swapped children and repeated the treatment. Hermione pushed her hair back out of her face and marched them all to Platform 9 ¾, the entrance mechanism of which she had read all about.

“Before you go,” Mrs. Granger said, “let’s buy you some sandwiches? I don’t know what sort of food they’ll have past that–”

“There’s a trolley,” Hermione said, but her parents dragged them off to a snack kiosk anyway, Harry happily in tow.

As they were on Hermione’s tight schedule, there were plenty of compartments open, and they took one all to themselves– well, to themselves, Hedwig, and Hermione’s books, which took up two seats. (Harry would wheedle Hagrid into taking him to Diagon Alley for Christmas shopping that year, where he would get Hermione a carry-all bag for her small personal library.)

Hermione took a long preparatory breath while Harry unwrapped his sandwich. “Harry? What if I go and sit down under the Hat and I just sit and sit there, and then it says I’m not a witch at all?” Hermione said, the words getting more squashed together and higher-pitched as she went. “I’m not magic, it just got confused, and they send me home? Harry, I don’t want to be a dentist. Other people’s mouths are disgusting–”

“You’re not going to get kicked out,” Harry said, chewing amiably on his sandwich. It was not good, but the Dursleys hadn’t bothered with any breakfast for him and he hadn’t wanted to bother the Grangers about it either. It was a bit dry on the way down, but it settled warmly in his belly.

“But what if I do?”

“I’ll stage a protest,” said Harry. “Refuse to do my homework til they reinstate you.”

“You’re not going to do your homework anyway.”

“See how dedicated I am to you.”

She made a dismissive little noise at him, wringing her hands in her lap.

“Hermione,” he said, and she lifted her bush of hair to look at him. “You’re the most magical person I know. It’s gonna be alright.”

She gave a long slow blink but whatever she might have said was interrupted by an uneven knock at the door. “Um,” said the pudgy boy standing there. “I’ve lost my toad.”

Hermione leapt to her feet. “Where did you see him last?”

Harry followed in the wake of her forward charge, but he brought the rest of his sandwich with him.

-

(Harry did not know this and would not know this until Mrs. Granger mentioned it casually over a Christmas dinner years and years later– but she and Mr. Granger reported the Dursleys for child abuse and neglect, over and over.

The reports got lost– minds scrubbed down, papers vanished– but they kept calling in reports. They considered kidnapping. They couldn’t imagine why the wizarding world might want to keep their chosen one somewhere so toxic, why they might want to keep this underfed child and his messy hair with those people.

“My mother left me a blood protection spell,” said Harry, whose scar had not ached in years. He poked at his mashed potatoes under the focused attention of Mrs. Granger’s stern little forehead wrinkle. “I had to live with family, blood family.”

“Then they should have made them treat you right,” Mrs. Granger said, as though it was that simple.

Mr. Granger gave Harry another helping of peas.)

-

On the steps of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy thrust out his hand to the Boy Who Lived, who surveyed the open palm with amusement. “Thanks,” said Harry. “But I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself.”

The redheaded, freckly, hand-me-down clothes boy Malfoy had been bothering snorted. Harry slipped his hands into his pockets.

“You’re the kid with the rat from the train,” Hermione said. “And the spell that didn’t work.”

“It was a cool rhyme anyway, though,” Harry said. “Hi, I’m Harry, this is Hermione.”

“Yeah, she said, then. I’m Ron– uh, Ron Weasley.”

“Yeah, he said,” Harry said, rolling his eyes Malfoy’s direction. “Come on, you wanna stand with us? Hermione will tell you about the ceiling.”

“It’s enchanted!” said Hermione.

-

When Hermione founded SPHEW, Harry was not surprised. He had spent too many schoolyard days escorting spiders to safe spaces, keeping vigil over fallen bird’s nests, and watching Hermione stand up on her desk chair in heated pitched verbal battles with teachers. She’d driven at least two teachers to tears and taught most of them at least a few new vocabulary words.

-

Over summers and holidays, Harry and Hermione took Ron to the movies, to the seashore, to Hermione’s top three favorite libraries. Hermione’s Aunt Meg taught them how to whittle under a cloud of cigarette smoke that clung to Harry’s hair until he washed it out.

In this life, there were things in the Muggle world that Harry missed, that he wanted to see again. He loved Hogwarts, and he nominally went home to the Dursleys each summer, but he knew he always had a bed at the Grangers’. He knew the weird system they used to organize the books on their shelves. He’d pass Mrs. Granger the marmalade in mornings before she had to ask. He got free dental check-ups all his life, which was good because the Dursleys rarely bothered taking him into the dentist.

The whole Granger family tore apart newspapers every morning, calling article excerpts across the table and pointing each other to their favorite journalists. Before Hermione even first stepped onto Hogwarts grounds she got a subscription to the Daily Prophet. During Harry’s fourth year, Mr. and Mrs. Granger got Arthur Weasley to buy them an owl and then began an unending campaign of furious letters to the editor that never got published.

-

In a crumbling boat shed, Severus Snape died, but first he pressed a shining bundle of memory into Harry’s hands.

The fight was still going– Neville newly broad and certain; Luna whipping out quiet, barbed little curses; Ginny charging like an army in and of herself. Hermione had her arms full of basilisk fangs. Ron was moving people like bishops and knights. But Harry had a long damp walk before him, so he had time to wade through that life not his own.

Severus had been a lot of things– one of them was in love. Harry dragged his feet through forest mulch, seeing a little redheaded girl in sunlight, hands not his own offering her transformed flowers. It had been just them for so long. For Severus, for so long, there had been no one but him and Lily.

Even in Hogwarts, Severus had drifted through the classrooms and common room and library. He had believed in magic, in the cool slide of good knives through dried roots, and in Lily– always, always in Lily– Lily in sunlight, Lily chewing on her thumbnail over Transfiguration homework, Lily flicking soapsuds at him in her kitchen at home over summer, Lily pig-tailed and seven, wide-eyed as he showed her the first magic she’d ever seen, a leaf to a flower, a bit of sunlight to a bit of fire.

He had loved, and it had been a real thing. He had fucked up, and it had been a real thing, that heartbreak, that regret.

When Harry turned the Stone in his hand and saw his mother step into pseudo-life in that forest clearing, he thought I wish I’d known you. He thought about how she was in sepia and gray, here, just like in the pictures in the pages of Hermione’s books.

But he was also thinking about Severus. He was remembering Lily in sunlight, remembering her walking away, remembering her in that same cold photographed sprawl but in color–in grief–in bruised knees and heaving gasps.

Severus had been the first to find Lily’s body and it had felt like someone had cut the sunlight out of him. Harry was living through that grief, but he was also living through the wail of the child crying unacknowledged. His tiny pudgy hands were wrapped around the guardrail of his crib.

Harry was thinking about a girl standing in a field like a statue, hands on hips. He was thinking about Hermione’s raised hand ignored in Potions, or the way Snape had sneered that he didn’t see a difference in her cursed teeth. Love had made him brave, perhaps. It had killed him, but it had not made Severus good.

Harry wondered if his mother would have escorted spiders to safe places, if she would have stood guard over fallen bird’s nests, if she had worried herself to pieces that first time on the Hogwarts Express about the Hat telling her she didn’t really belong.

“I wish I’d known you,” he told the specter of Lily Potter. He held his own hands tight.

For Harry, for so long, there had been no one but him and Hermione. Even in Hogwarts, there were things only she would understand– parking meters, the cobweb ceiling of his cupboard, the silence of marmalade at breakfast. Harry believed in magic and he believed Hermione Granger was the most magical thing he knew.

“They’ll be alright,” he said. “I’ll be alright. I was alright, mum. I wish I’d known you– but I wasn’t alone.” He squeezed his hands tighter– Hermione showing him her favorite spots in her favorite libraries; Ron shyly showing them the Burrow like it was anything less than a magnificent masterpiece of warm rooms and patchwork architecture; Hermione standing in the field like a statue, bushy-haired and seven years old, jaw set. “She wasn’t alone, either,” he said. “And she’ll be alright. Ron will be alright. I have to do this, don’t I?”

“We are so proud of you,” Lily said.

“Thanks,” said Harry. “Sorry,” said Harry, and wondered if Hermione was going to be able to read the little passages and excerpts with his name in them, with those un-moving pictures and the sober captions underneath.

He dropped the Stone.

-

When Harry Potter died for the first time, crumpled in forest mulch, he didn’t go to a squeaky clean King’s Cross Station. There were no crescent moon glasses to twinkle kindly at him.

He stood under an old olive tree and a little girl looked up at him with those eyes that needed shielding, needed blunting, needed a manufacturer’s warning. “A wind’s coming,” she said. “You can just go. It will be easy.”

He stood outside Diagon Alley, a Muggle payphone tucked between his shoulder and ear. “You’re in books,” she said, with a breathlessness he’d barely heard for years. There had been too much weight on his shoulders, on hers. “You’re done,” she said. “You’ve done enough. Go on, tap three bricks up and two to the left.”

He stood in Godric’s Hollow, in the snow, holding her hand, looking at the ruined house. “You should have had this,” she said. She was seven and small, not nineteen and weary like she had been in life. The sky was overcast but there was sunlight glinting in her hair. “You can still have this. You can have everything.”

“You’re not real,” Harry said.

“But you are,” she said. “There’s a wind coming. It will be easy.”

“You’ve never done anything easy in your life,” he said.

She took both his hands– hers were so small against his grown fingers, his broad palms, and how had they done everything with hands that small? Basilisks and werewolves; shouting down teachers from atop desk chairs.

Harry was sitting in his cupboard in the light of its single bulb and he was too big for this space, his shoulders curling forward, his head bowing. She was standing there with sunlight still in her hair and her arms piled high with books. “You don’t belong here,” she said. “It will hurt. You won’t fit, if you go back. Everything can be easy. Everything can be fine. It doesn’t have to hurt, ever again.”

“Hermione,” he said and leaned forward, put his hands on her hands where they were gripping her books. “It’ll be alright.” He smiled and she was staring at him with those eyes, those goddamn eyes. “We never fit, remember?”

“We tried,” she said and Harry squeezed her small hands gently.

“Send me back,” he said. “I want to go home.”

-

After the battle, as Hogwarts rang with frantic healing, crushing grief, and raging celebration, the three of them retreated to the library. Hermione hauled them down narrow aisles until she found her favorite tucked-away nook and they all collapsed on sagging sofas that seemed to not have been touched at all by the war.

“Well,” said Hermione. “What now?”

Ron let his head flop back against the seat, hair tumbling all over his pale forehead. “I’m going to nap,” he said. “For a month.”

“That’s not physiologically possible,” said Hermione. “Or if it is, then it’d be a coma.”

“It’s a metaphor,” Ron said, then: “no, wait, a hyperbole.” Hermione beamed at him. He blushed a little and elbowed her gently.

“After this, you’ll be in books, you know,” Harry told her.

“Not– I mean–” Hermione rubbed at her nose furiously. Ron laughed enough to wake up and sit up, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

While Ron came up with outlandish titles for Hermione’s eventual many biographies, Harry pulled his feet up onto the sofa. He watched the candles float quietly between the shelves.

Why are there no posts about Georgie?? Yeah the losers club and penny (debatable) are great but Georgie???? Oh Georgie! A precious tiny boy who had nothing but love for his older brother and was afraid Bill would get mad if he lost his paper boat and didn’t want to lose it because Bill made it and consequently bled out and died! I MISS HIM

Get Lost and Far Away!

Lost and Away Powder has various uses, in addition to banishment. It’s also used to establish personal and psychic boundaries, as well as to prevent someone else from encroaching on these boundaries.

  1. Write your target’s name thirteen times on a square of paper.
  2. Sprinkle Lost and Away Powder on this paper.
  3. Fold the paper up, always folding away from you.
  4. Seal it with sealing wax, preferably red.
  5. Bury this paper but mark the spot.
  6. Leave it buried for thirteen days, watering daily with War Water.
  7. On the fourteenth day, dig it up and burn it.

(from The Element Encyclopedia of 5,000 Spells by Judika Illes) 

BTS songs {A masterlist}*

Hey there ARMYs! This is a masterlist of BTS’ songs. This includes all the songs, unofficial songs, covers, OST, mixtape, etc!

Hope you enjoy!

Its gonna be a long post

*Updated 



1st Single Album: 2 Cool 4 Skool [2013]


1. INTRO: 2 Cool 4 Skool (feat. DJ Friz)
2. We Are Bulletproof Pt.2
3. SKIT: Circle Room Talk
4. No More Dream
5. Interlude
6. 좋아요 (I Like You)
7. OUTRO: Circle Room Cypher
8. (Path)


1st Mini album: O!RUL8,2 ? [2013]


1. INTRO: O!RUL8,2?
2. N.O
3. We On
4. SKIT: R U Happy Now?
5. If I Ruled The World
6. Coffee
7. BTS Cypher Pt.1
8. 진격의 방탄 (Attack on Bangtan)
9. 팔도강산 (Satoori rap)
10. OUTRO: Luv In Skool


2nd Mini Album: Skool Luv Affair [2014]


1. INTRO: Skool Luv Affair
2. 상남자 (Boy In Luv)
3. SKIT: Soulmate
4. 어디에서 왔는지 (Where Did You come From?)
5. 하루만 (Just One Day)
6. Tomorrow
7. BTS Cypher Pt.2: Triptych
8. 등골브레이커 (Spine Breaker)
9. Jump
10. OUTRO: Propose

11 Miss Right


1st Japan Single Album: No More Dream [2014]


1. No More Dream (Japanese ver)
2.進撃の防弾 (Attack On Bangtan) (Japanese ver)
3. いいね (I Like It) (Japanese ver)


2nd Japan Single Album: Boy In Luv [2014]


1. Boy In Luv (Japanese ver)
2. N.O (Japanese ver)
3. Just One Day (Japanese ver)


1st Album: Dark & Wild [2014]


1. INTRO: What Am I To You
2. Danger
3. 호르몬 전쟁 (War Of Hormones)
4. 힙합성애자 (Hip Hop Lover)
5. Let Me Know
6. Rain
7. BTS Cypher Pt. 3: Killer (Feat. Supreme Boi)
8. INTERLUDE: 뭐해 (What Are You Doing)
9. 핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 (Could You Turn Off Your Phone Please)
10. 이불킥 (Blanket Kick)
11. 24/7=Heaven
12. 여기 봐 (Look At Me)
13. 2학년 (2nd Grade)
14. OUTRO: 그게 말이 돼? (Does That Make Sense?)


1st Japanese Album: Wake Up [2015]


1. INTRO
2.The Stars
3. Jump
4. Danger
5. いいね!Pt.2~あの場所で~
6. Wake Up


3rd Mini Album: 화양연화 (The Most Beautiful Moment In Life) pt. 1 [2015]


1. INTRO: 화양연화
2. I Need U
3. 잡아줘 (Hold Me Tight)
4. SKIT: Expectation!
5. 쩔어 (Dope)
6. 흥탄소년단 (Boyz With Fun)
7. Converse High
8. 이사 (Move)
9. OUTRO: Love Is Not Over


4th Japan Single Album: For You [2015]


1. For You
2. ホルモン戦争 War Of Hormone – (Japanese Ver.)
3. Let Me Know (Japanese ver)


4th Mini Album: 화양연화 (The Most Beautiful Moment In Life) pt. 2 [2015]


1. INTRO: Never Mind
2. Run
3. Butterfly
4. Whalien 52
5. Ma City
6. 뱁새 (Silver Spoon)
7. SKIT: One Night In A Strange City
8. 고엽 (Autumn Leaves)
9. OUTRO: House of Cards


5th Japan Single Album: I NEED U [2015]


1. I NEED U (Japanese Ver.)
2. DOPE -超ヤベー!- (Japanese Ver.)
3. フンタン少年団 (Japanese Ver.)


6th Japan Single Album: RUN [2016]


1. Run (Japanese ver)
2. Butterfly (Japanese ver)
3. Good Day


Special Album: 화양연화 (The Most Beautiful Moment In Live) Young Forever [2016]


– CD 1 –
1. Intro : 화양연화
2. I NEED U
3. 잡아줘 (Hold Me Tight)
4. 고엽 (Autumn Leaves)
5. Butterfly (Prologue Mix)
6. RUN
7. Ma City
8. 뱁새 (Crow It / Baepsae)
9. 쩔어 (Dope)
10. 불타오르네 (Fire)
11. Save ME
12. EPILOGUE : Young Forever


– CD 2 –
1. Converse High
2. 이사 (Move)
3. Whalien 52
4. Butterfly
5. House Of Cards (full length edition)
6. Love Is Not Over (full length edition)
7. I NEED U (Urban Mix)
8. I NEED U (Remix)
9. RUN (Ballad Mix)
10. RUN (Alternative mix)
11. Butterfly (Alternative mix)


2nd Japanese Album: Youth [2016]


1. Introduction: Youth
2. Run
3. Fire
4. 超ヤベー! (Dope)
5. Good Day
6. Save ME
7. フンタン少年団 (Boyz with Fun)
8. ペップセ (Baepsae)
9. Wishing On A Star
10. Butterfly
11. For You
12. I Need U
13. Epilogue: Young Forever

2nd Album: WINGS [2016]


1. INTRO: Boy Meets Evil
2. 피 땀 눈물 (Blood Sweat & Tears)
3. Begin
4. Lie
5. Stigma
6. First Love
7. Reflection
8. MAMA
9. Awake
10. Lost
11. BTS Cypher 4
12. Am I Wrong
13. 21세기 소녀 (21st Century Girl)
14. 둘! 셋! (그래도 좋은 날이 더 많기를) Two! Three! (Because we have more better days)
15. INTERLUDE: Wings

16. Spring day
17. Not Today
18. OUTRO: Wings
19. A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone


7th Japan Single Album: Blood Sweat & Tears [2017]


1. 血、汗、涙 (Blood Sweat and Tears)
2. Not Today (Japanese ver)
3. Spring Day (Japanese ver)

PREDEBUT

Suga – All I Do Is Win
BTS – Bangtan Hook
RM – Check The Voice
RM – Favorite Girl
BTS – Let’s Introduce Bangtan Room
RM & JK – Like A Star
Suga – Min Diss
Suga – Min Swagger
BTS – 닥투
BTS – 방탄소넌단의 즐업
RM – 비싼 여자 (Expensive Girl)
RM, Suga & Jin – 학교의눈물 (School Of Tears)
BTS – 흔하의 슴생의 크리스마스 ( A Typical Trainee’s Christmas)
RM, Suga & Jin – Adult Child
BTS – Thinking About U
BTS – The Swagger
Suga – 싸이하누월

COVER


Jin, Jimin, Jungkook & V – You’re My
Jungkook – 일하는중 (Working)
Jungkook – SOFA
Jimin & Jungkook – Christmas Day
V – Someone Like You
Jin – 엄마 (Mom)
V & J-Hope – 안아줘(Hug Me)
Jin – 난 너를 사랑해
Jungkook – Lost Stars
Jungkook – Paper Hearts
Rap Monster & Jungkook – Fools
Jungkook – Nothing Like Us
Jungkook – Purpose
Jungkook – Beautiful (OST Goblin)
Jungkook – We Don’t Talk Anymore
Jungkook & Jimin – We Don’t Talk Anymore pt. 2
Suga, Jin & JK – So Far Away

MIXTAPE

Rap Monster: RM (2015)
1. 목소리
2. Do You
3. 각성
4. Monster
5. 버려
6. 농담
7. God Rap
8. Rush
9. Life
10. 표류
11. I Believe

J-Hope: 1 Verse (2015) Listen here
1. 1 VERSE

Agust D: Agust D (2016) Listen here
1. Intro: Dt SugA (Feat DJ Friz)
2. Agust D
3. Give It To Me
4. Skit
5. 치리사일사팔 (724148)
6. 140503 새벽에 (140503 at dawn)
7. 마지막 (The Last)
8. Tony Montana (Feat. Yankie)
9. Interlude: Dream, Reality
10. So Far Away (Feat. Suran)

UNOFFICIAL SONGS


BTS - A typical idol christmas

BTS – Born Singer

JK, Jimin, V & J-Hope – Beautiful


Jimin & V – 95 Graduation
BTS – So 4 More
BTS – We Are Bulletproof pt. 1
RM & JK – 아라요 (I Know)
BTS – Arirang
Jin – Awake (Christmas ver)
RM – Always
RM & V – 네시 (4 o’clock)

COLLABORATION


RM ft. Mandy Ventrice – Fantastic
RM x Wale – Change  

REMAKE


BTS – Comeback Home (Original: Seo Taiji – Comeback Home)

OST

Hwarang OST Part.2: Jin & V – 죽어도 너야 (Even If I Die, It’s You)

Cover Performances

Shinwa - This love & T.O.P.

TVXQ - Something

Shinwa - Perfect man

Seo Taiji and boys - Class Idea

Rain - Rainism

Kim SungJae - As I told you

8eight - Without a heart

5th Mini Album: Love Yourself : Her [2017]

1. INTRO: Serendipity
2. DNA
3. Best Of Me
4. Illegal/Dimple
5. Pied Piper
6. SKIT: Billboard Music Awards Speech
7. MIC Drop
8. Go Go
9. OUTRO: Her


< Hidden Track >
10. SKIT: Hesitation and Fear
11. Sea



And that’s it! If I did miss some songs do tell me and hope you liked it!

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Un âne, un chien, un chat et un coq, malmenés par le temps et par leur labeur, devenaient de moins en moins capables de travailler. Sentant le vent tourner, ils prirent la route. “Allons à Brême, dit l’âne. Si tous ensemble nous faisons de la musique, nous aurons du succès !” Ne pouvant atteindre Brême en une seule journée, ils s’arrêtèrent dans une forêt où ils comptaient passer la nuit. L’âne regarda dans la direction des quatre vents, et il lui sembla apercevoir une lueur. C’était une maison de brigands bien éclairée. Les animaux tinrent conseil pour deviser d’un moyen de participer aux agapes après avoir chassé les brigands et finirent par le trouver. Sur un signe, ils entonnèrent leur musique avec une telle violence que les vitres vibrèrent. Les brigands sursautèrent à ce tintamarre, croyant à l’arrivée de fantômes, et s’enfuirent dans la forêt. Nul n’osa retourner à la maison où les quatre musiciens de Brême se plurent si bien qu’ils ne songèrent pas à repartir !

A4, pastels aquarellables, crayon et encre

Trois illustrations pour l’exposition/vente Grimm organisée par les étudiants en animation et en photographie de mon école.