min rose

If BTS made 'Roses are red violets are blue' poems
  • Roses are red
  • Violets are boring
  • Everyone, let me tell u a joke
  • Hey wait where are you guys going?
  • Roses are black
  • I don't like poems
  • I'm going to sleep
  • Bye
  • Roses are red
  • Violets are blue
  • Now that I mentioned blue
  • Did you know that blue is the color of the sky and sea. It is often associated with depth and stability. It symbolizes trust, loyalty, wisdom, confidence, intelligence, faith, truth, and heaven.
  • Roses are red
  • Violets are dum
  • You should wear sunscreen around me
  • Cause I'm the fucking sun
  • Roses are red
  • I dance to Kanye West
  • Hey Jeon Jungkook
  • I was born in Busan first
  • Roses are red
  • Violets are blue
  • God gave me all the height
  • And left nothing to you
  • *chuckles* *points to jimin*
  • Roses are red
  • I love white shirts and jeans
  • You can not call me oppa
  • Unless you bring me id's
Beauty and the Beast {yoonjin fanfic}

Yep! It’s happening! This Beauty and the Beast yoonjin fanfic thing is actually happening! I just needed some time to organize all my thoughts so that it wasn’t a complete mess, but I’m READY now, so this is GOING TO HAPPEN!

Just like I did with the vkook Error fanfic, I’m going to post the full story on my ao3 account when I’m completely done. Until then, I hope these small segments bring you some joy and keep you excited for the story. YEP!


“Once upon a time, in the south of Korea, there lived a handsome prince. This prince was cruel and unfair. He had no friends, no one to stand by him or defend him when he was insulted, even the sons of parliament who were his age refused to be anywhere near him. This prince saw kindness and mercy as weakness, and he was always against it. He killed his men for simple acts of disobedience. If any of them ever refused him a wish, defied him, or openly disagreed with him, he would have them executed immediately.

“One day, when the prince had been especially bothered, a young child, orphaned, had come into his castle. This child was beaten, the sun from under which he had spent many days walking had turned his skin dark, and the poison plants that he had nearly died from ingesting too many times had turned the corners of his mouth swollen and red. His fingers were cut, his feet bare, and his clothes torn. He had asked for help, for nothing but a bowl of rice and water, but the prince was quick to turn his chin with disgust, and wave the child away.

““How could you refuse an injured child shelter?” the people of his court had raged. “He cannot be more than nineteen years old, he is too young! He has come all this way for your mercy, we beg you to reconsider!”

““I WILL NOT APPEAR WEAK BY SHOWING SOMETHING AS RIDICULOUS AS MERCY!” he growled, his snarl deepening as he glanced down at the child. “Kindness- one should only be ashamed of carrying such grave flaws.” As he turned back to his throne, he said, “The child will be punished. He has walked into my home, uninvited and unannounced. For his insolence, I put him to death.” The room corrupted with yells of outrage, of desperate pleads, then he screamed, “MY DECISION IS FINAL!” His eyes roaming the room, his voice dangerously low. “If anyone objects, they are welcome to join him.”

“The room went dead silent, and the boy ducked his head so low, his entire face was no hidden by the cloak he wore. The guards hesitated, but with the flick of the prince’s wrist in his direction, one of them moved towards him, his fingers circling the head of his sword.

“Just as he pulled his weapon, ready to strike, the boy lifted his head, and the guard froze. His sword dropped to the ground, the sounds of metal on tiles echoing loudly throughout the throne room. The prince’s head snapped to the guard. He was about to yell with outrage, to tell him to pick up his sword and do his duty when he caught sight of the child’s eyes. His breath caught in his throat, and the members of parliament all gasped, backing away from the child as if he had an invisible circle of men protecting him.

“The child stood easily, every color in his eyes replaced with a bright blue, even the whites. His head lifted to the prince, the twitch in his fingers gone.

“He spoke, his voice sounding like a combination of a hundred people speaking at once, “You are cruel, and your weakness hinders you.”

“Everyone else was too afraid to speak as they cowered against the wall, but the prince had shakily managed to ask, “W-W-Who are you? W-What are you?”

“The child did not answer. Instead, he began floating above the ground. His blemished and damaged skin replaced with a clear white. His clothes changed to beautiful, white silk robes. His hair was a light blonde, and his face carried all the gentleness and beauty of an angel. He rose higher until he was towering over the prince. “You carry no kindness, love, nor mercy in your heart. Your spirit is no different than that of a demon, and for that, you will be punished.”

““Please!” the prince kneeled, his hands together as he begged for forgiveness. “Please, I do not wish to be punished! I will do anything, but you must not punish me! PLEASE!”

“The prince tried. He said he would change. He apologized for the way he treated the child, but it was too late. The angel had already seen into his dark heart. The prince watched with horror as his body began to change into something he could only identify as a demon’s. On his head, two black horns had grown out. His fangs had sharpened, as well as his nails. His view went red as even his eyes changed color.

““This punishment shall not end with you,” the angel had warned, his gaze traveling all over the room to the members of parliament. “Your descendants, all of them, shall also live their lives as demon spirits. Until your prince learns the value of a good heart, your blood will never be free of this curse.”

“The prince had tried to search for the meaning of kindness, the parliament who worried for their children also tried to help him, but the angel’s curse affected him more deeply than he had anticipated. He felt anger more severely, the hatred he had for acts of good intensified, and he could feel himself changing into more of a blood-thirsty, demon spirit more every day.

“Finally, as he rounded the end of his life, his child and the children of his members of parliament all growing as half demon spirits, the prince gave up in his search of kindness. He sealed the palace grounds, to ensure that no one ever enter, and no demon ever escape. One by one, the children turned older, their minds devoured by the demon halves that lived within them, and they, too, fully became demon spirits with no recollection of their pasts.

“It is said that on the night of the full moon, the barrier around the palace is broken, and the demons are free to escape.”

“Okay, I’m going to stop you right there,” Seokjin finally said, interrupting his friend. “If the demons are free to leave, how come nobody’s ever seen one?”

Hoseok sighed. “Because bothering the spirits in this city is completely forbidden. There’s, like, a law against. My grandfather set it up himself.”

“He can do that?”

“He’s the elder of the village,” he scoffed, “he can do whatever he wants.” He took another swig of his soju bottle. “Look, believe it if you want to, but I’m telling you; those demon spirits are a big deal around here. Even the skeptics aren’t dumb enough to go walking around at night on a full moon.”

Seokjin looked around the bar. “What about the people in here? They have to go home sometime, don’t they?”

He nodded. “And they will. When the sun comes up.”

Seokjin thought about it, then, “Why when the sun comes up? The demons get to leave, don’t they? How do you know they’re not just waiting around town after tonight?”

“Because they have to get back onto palace grounds before morning. Otherwise, they die.” Seokjin raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled. “I know how it sounds, but it’s true. It’s like the golden rule to them.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I’m assuming.” He nodded slowly.

He nodded slowly, then, “But aren’t you worried about what’ll happen before then? I mean, you and your grandfather have been walking around town since the sun set.”

Hoseok groaned, rubbing his face with his free hand. He glanced into the room at the far back where the bar tender and waiters kept coming in and out. “Don’t even get me started on that. He does this every full moon; he has errands to run, and he won’t give them up for one night. And I always have to go with him cause…” he shrugged like it was obvious, “it’s not like I can let him go by himself.” Seokjin nodded, a small smile on his lips as he followed his friend’s gaze. “Truth be told, I’m pretty scared. I mean, push comes to shove, and what have I got? An old man that can barely stand up straight, and an insanely gorgeous model.”

Seokjin took the book off his lap, and hit his friend’s arm with it. “I’m serious, stop saying that crap.”

He chuckled, rubbing the place where he got hit. “What, you think I’m the only one thinking it? Look around you.” Seokjin only sighed. “Everyone in here’s been watching you since you walked in.”

“You drink, sir,” a waitress said as she set a colorful drink across the counter to Seokjin.

His brows furrowed. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t order this.”

Her smile widened, her cheeks glowing bright red. “It’s on the house.” She walked away, glancing once at Seokjin over her shoulder.

“See?” Hoseok said. “Everybody’s in love with you.”

As if on cue, Seokjin felt a hand at his shoulder. “In love, that I am.” He looked up and resisted the urge to lean away from the tall, handsome man that now had his entire arm draped around Seokjin’s shoulders. “Seokjin, you been having a good night?”

“Zhou Mi,” Hoseok grumbled, “don’t you have some cars to bench press or something?”

Zhou Mi only scowled at him, and he turned around Seokjin so that he was now standing between him and Hoseok. “You look beautiful, as always.”

Seokjin nodded awkwardly. “Thank you, Zhou Mi.”

He leaned against the counter, Hoseok struggling to look at his friend from behind. He sighed, his eyes roaming the bar. “Looks like we’re the only two worth looking at tonight, again.” He shook his head, his sad eyes on Seokjin. “It’s hard, isn’t it? Being so attractive, and having to consort with…” he trailed off, spreading his hand at the people laughing and drinking in the background.

He only glanced to the others, then back at Zhou Mi. “I don’t really think that’s-”

“Oh, geez, Seokjin,” he interrupted, picking up the book in Seokjin’s hands. He held it by its edge as if it was a rotting piece of cheese. “I thought we talked about this? You know what happens when people start reading; they get ideas, and when people start getting ideas, things get ugly.” He used his free hand to lightly graze his jaw. He smirked. “Sorry, it’s hard to think of anything ugly when I’m looking at something so perfect.”

He sighed, moving out of his touch as he tried reaching for his book. “And I thought I told you that I like to read. Instead of judging it, why don’t you try it?” Zhou Mi kept the book out of his reach, amused at how hard the younger boy was trying. He huffed. “Can I have my book back, please?”

His smile widened, his eyes never leaving Seokjin’s face. “But you’re so cute when you’re frustrated. I want to see it again.”

Seokjin sighed, glancing at Hoseok who had his face contorted with disgust at Zhou Mi. With one look from his hyung, Hoseok immediately understood what Seokjin wanted him to do, and he suddenly poked Zhou Mi in his back, hard. Zhou Mi turned to him, annoyed, and as soon as he did, Seokjin stood on the stool and yanked his book out of his hand.

He came back down with a sigh, his book held tightly to his chest, and Zhou Mi only smiled wider. “Clever. Cute and clever.”

He only stared. “I read.”

“Grandfather!” Hoseok waved over to the old man that was holding a hey sac in his hands. He nudged Seokjin, “Come on, hyung.”

They moved to leave, but before they could, Zhou Mi wrapped an arm around Seokjin’s waist, and pulled him in close. He ignored the whines of the girl calling him again, and focused his attention on the boy in his hold. “Seokjin, why don’t you come stay with me? I have more room for you than those two.”

He tried squirming out of his grasp. “No, thank you.” Zhou Mi’s hold tightened. “Zhou Mi, let me go.”

He shook his head, his smirk widening. “That’s what your lips keep saying, but your eyes always say something else.”

He finally managed to unhook Zhou Mi’s arm from his waist. “Believe me. You don’t want to know what my eyes are saying.”

He hurried away, thankful to be beside Hoseok and Grandfather Jung as they walked out into the cold, night air. Hoseok must’ve noticed how tense he was because as they stepped away from the bar, he raised an eyebrow at him.

Seokjin only shook his head, and turned his attention to the old man. “Grandfather Jung, what did you want from the bar, anyway?”

He smiled, holding up the sac. “The owner plants the best apple trees in the village. She uses them in her drinks, and she lets me buy a few from her.”

“Grandfather makes the best tarts and pies with those apples,” Hoseok said proudly. “He sends them to this small, family bakery in Seoul every week, and they pay a lot of money for it.”

Grandfather Jung shook his head, chuckling, “It’s just nice to know that my baking is appreciated.”

Seokjin chuckled. “Seoul, huh? I wonder what that place is like.”

“Hyung, you thinking about going there?”

He shrugged, unable to help the longing smile on his face. “I don’t know, it’s just a nice thought. Seoul, it’s so big, and there are so many opportunities. I’m wondering what that would be like; the adventure, you know?”

“Maybe you should go to France, Seokjin,” Grandfather Jung said. “All the beautiful people seem to live there.”

The boys both laughed, and Seokjin tried to ignore the blush at his cheeks.

Hoseok and Grandfather Jung kept their conversation going, but Seokjin had stopped at the faint thumping sound in the distance. He thought he had heard wrong, but then it came again, and he turned around towards the bar.

“Hyung?” Hoseok asked, “Are you okay?”

But Seokjin couldn’t hear him. He was paying more attention to the boy standing at the backdoor of the bar. For some reason, and he knew it was ridiculous to think so, but the boy almost shined in the night. His hair was a light shade of pink, and he looked like he was wearing his pajamas as he pointed at the door. His eyes bore into Seokjin’s, and the taller boy felt himself being pulled back to the bar.

What was going on? He couldn’t tell if he was willingly walking, or if he was being moved by something else. Something from that mysterious boy. The closer Seokjin got, the louder the thumping became. The sounds of cheering, laughing, and yelling from inside were almost faded as if someone decided they weren’t as important.

It was only when Seokjin was right in front of the door did he feel himself wake out of his trance. He looked to the side where the shining boy had been standing, and his brows furrowed when he found him gone.

“Hyung!” Hoseok finally caught up with him. “What are you doing? Did you forget something?” There was no response, and Seokjin felt his arm being tugged. “Come on, I don’t want to stay outside longer we have to.”

“Do you hear that?” Seokjin asked, his eyes back on the door. “That sound?”

“What, the yelling from inside?”

He shook his head. “N-No, that thumping sound.”

Hoseok listened harder, then his eyes narrowed. “Yeah yeah, what is that?”

“I don’t know,” he said. Then, he thought about that boy he saw. He was pointing at this door, wasn’t he? Why? Seokjin didn’t know how to explain it, but it was as if a voice was calling him in. He thought about what his mother had always told him. Don’t think too much. If you think about it enough, you give yourself a reason not to do it.

So, without a word or another thought, he pushed the door open, and headed down the descending stairs, leaving Hoseok’s calls in the background. His fingers tightened around his book as he went deeper inside. He imagined Hoseok waiting for his grandfather, or maybe waiting for him at the top of the stairs, the concern on his face, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Not now.

The stairs were beginning to feel endless when he finally reached the ground floor. The thumping kept getting louder and louder. His eyes widened when he found several dungeon cells lined against each other. They looked old, the bars rusted, but as Seokjin tugged on one, he found them impossible to move from place.

He hesitated, then called out, “Hello? Is anybody here?”

As soon as he spoke, the thumping stopped. He narrowed his eyes and went in deeper. It looked like he was reaching the last, empty cell, and he was beginning to think that he had just imagined the whole scenario with the glowing boy. He felt his nails dig holes into the books as he reached the end of the hall, and he quickly realized that the cell was not empty.

It was very dark, but his eyes soon adjusted, and they widened at the sight of a young, boy crouched against a corner. His hair seemed to be bright red, his eyes were an unnatural yellow, and on his head, there were two fox ears, the same red color as his hair. Behind him, Seokjin could just make out a red tail. He crouched down further as Seokjin watched him. He was sure he couldn’t be any older than he was.

“Beautiful,” the young boy mindlessly muttered as his eyes fixated on Seokjin, loud enough for the both of them to hear. “Beautiful.”

Seokjin didn’t know how to respond. His eyes finally lowered to the cuts along the boy’s chest, staining his shirt with small streaks of blood, and then the larger stain at his side. His heart sunk as he realized the boy must’ve been stabbed.

               He heard a gasp beside him, and he realized Grandfather Jung and Hoseok had finally caught up. He imagined the both of them staring at the prisoner, but he never moved his eyes off Seokjin’s, watching him like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Seokjin blushed under the weight of his stares, still unable to look away.

               “Oh, my God,” Grandfather Jung breathed, “a demon spirit.”

hoseok: *breathes*
yoongi: look at this WONDERFUL creature breathing. he is so amazing y'all i love him so much like have u all seen him in the bst mv he literally SHINES in it but yeah ofcourse he shines in the bst mv because he’s my sunshine ohmygod J-HOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!!!!!

It was a very sunny day today!!!

Rose and I and my friend and her human baby were out all day it was so NICE. As you can see also rose decided it was a good idea to snap some more of her flight feathers… Now she has one. Good job Rose. But she’s happy as she can be!

We went to petsmart and I had like an old lady take ten photos of us. It was weird. And she cuddled my neighbor and refused to leave for like ten mins omfg.

pasdechat  asked:

8, roseali

8. sunbathing

This is either the best or worst thing Rose’s ever done.

“Rose?” Alisha calls out for her from where she’s laying down on the towel, peering up at her worriedly. “Is something the matter? You’ve been behaving strangely since I’ve woken up.”

“N-Nothing!” Rose squeaks out, fumbling with the towel in her hands in a sad attempt to distract herself. Alisha’s not convinced and sits up, stretching her arms over her head.

Rose struggles to keep her breathing under control when she sees the line of Alisha’s back, the muscles pulled taut as she stretches, her skin slightly darkened from all the time spent out in the sun, and the word ‘dork’ emblazoned in pale skin below the middle of her back.

It might revoke Rose’s lotion putting privileges but it is worth it.