oh my god i'm touching him

I showed my dad a picture of onew today and he said the nicest thing.
He said that Onew had a smile that wasn’t all confidence, it had a small touch of nerves, but it was entirely genuine. And that was the best kind of smile because it wasn’t faked or exaggerated at all.
I was just … Wow my dad is pretty great


“He was in New York. I thought you might like to see him.” 
“Thank you, Tony.” 


 First of all: SHMIEL!!! 

Secondly: Tony, you are a mensch. 

He knows that Ziva is hurting and doing her best to push everyone away, but if he can’t reach her, he’s gonna bring her the one person who can. 

Because right now, this is about Ziva and what is best for her, and that person is Shmiel, who she probably feels the safest with. It’s so touching. 

I mean, that’s not even getting into the fact that Tony is in contact with Shmiel and knew that the Man of Steel (LOVE IT) was in New York at the moment, and arranged for him to travel to DC to be by Ziva’s side, and offered his home (his infamous sanctuary) for their reunion without a second thought. Tony may not like sharing his personal abode with just anyone, but clearly these people aren’t just anyone, especially not right now.

(Shmiel knows, you guys.)

Even ignoring the obvious heart eyes here at the moment, it’s just further proof of what a family they’ve all become collectively, that they’ve got this intimate knowledge of each other’s respective coping mechanisms. 

And then there’s Ziva’s reaction, which is so interesting. She’s still trying her best, initially, to remain cool, like she’s been trained for her whole life not only as a Mossad officer, but as a child who’s experienced a lot of loss due to where she grew up. And while she does kind of push Tony away at first, she does begin to relent a little – qualifying her short stay not as an insult, but because she’s going to go back to Israel ASAP to bury her father.

But then, Tony’s surprise, for lack of a better word, catches her off-guard in the best possible way, and suddenly the only person she can truly relax with in his world is by her side, next to probably the only other person who would come close. 

And that gratitude of hers is so genuine and lovely; she doesn’t have any fight left in her, and all she can do is be thankful that Tony, more than anyone else in her family, looks out for her best interests. Right now, if that means summoning the Man of Steel to his beloved man-cave so that Ziva can process her grief with one of the few people left in her life who’d understand, and who she can unequivocally trust? That’s love, there’s no other way to put it.

I’m sorry, I need to go drown in my feelings because there’s a whole lot of episode left and I’m not prepared.


[TRANS] 151128 Youngjae’s Instagram Updates

FROM Youngjae
Hello it’s GOT7’s Youngjae
Haha I’m not sure how I should write this “thanks to” letter. Mmm i think I have more to be sorry about than thankful. Mm First of all, the reason I was able to become a GOT7 member was mostly because of my parents and my company. My parents are really important to me. I haven’t been able to express it as much to my mom and dad, but I think I’m doing okay at it. Until I got to be part of GOT7, I’ve had a lot of troubles with my parents haha I’m sure no one would’ve expect things to become like this.

When I first passed my audition, what can I say, I’m still young but I was even younger then, so I cried..ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ As soon as I passed, I called them, and seeing them happy for me made me feel really.. you know ㅎㅎㅎ To be honest, my parents didn’t want me to become a singer. They just wanted me to study, get a good job and have a stable life. Our family is actually struggling financially, but at the time I asked them to help me get vocal/singing lessons because I wanted to become a singer~ told them I’m going to learn to sing and made a fuss about it. I went to take lessons for a little bit in 8th grade, then had a hard time going due to issues at home, but I wanted to learn again during Sophomore year in high school so I really tried to persuade them haha. Regardless of knowing what I’m doing, they gave me allowance and I even worked part-time jobs without telling them haha. I’m still sorry for the things I did back then and would like to let them know I thank them through this letter (smile) (smile) And then I somehow came across JYPE audition! At first I didn’t pass. But they suddenly contacted me after a year and told me I passed, so I was really happy. Thinking back again and talking about it still makes me happy.. When I started practice, I couldn’t stay in Seoul the entire time. The days I was able to stay in Seoul for practice were Fri-Mon and I had to go back to Mokpo for the rest of the week, but the bus fare was pretty expensive. I received 100,000 won to go back and forth every week, but one day my dad didn’t have enough so he gave me 80,000 won. I told him it wasn’t enough and that I needed more. Honestly, 80,000 won was more than enough for food and bus fare, but you know there is the regular bus and the premium bus– for some reason I insisted on taking the premium bus every time. Taking the regular bus from Mokpo to Seoul would’ve cost me 20,500 won, but the premium bus fare was 30,400 won.. I remember it exactlyㅋㅋ

I begged and begged just to ride that bus and my dad would get angry at me while breaking the piggy bank, but it didn’t make me feel good (/satisfied). I felt bad, but I wanted more.. Whenever I reminisce those days now, I wonder why I was acting that way. I’m still young, but I guess I was just even younger. I don’t know if my parents would remember these things, but whenever I think back, I want to cry because I feel so remorseful. I was too young to realize then, but I’m always sorry and thankful, mom and dad! After all that, I practiced harder and became part of GOT7!! I thought, wow did I really finally debut? My parents came to see me on the day of our debut and hugged me tight.. Bear with me for rambling on but anyway!! I really wanted to tell my parents I thank them very much. I love you, mom and dad. It feels strange for someone like me to say this, but let’s all be good to our parents!

Also to all the Ahgases who always watch over us whether from afar or up close, if all of you weren’t here, we wouldn’t be either. I’m very thankful and think you’re all lovely for supporting us with love no matter what we do. I ask you to continue to love us just as you have all this time. We’ll keep working hard and become amazing singers for Ahgases. Thank you, sorry and thank you again. This became really serious unlike my personality.ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Ahgase and GOT7, let’s keep going like this~~ I love you

Ahhhh and when we recently won first place wowwowaang honestly, I didn’t cry.. Rather than wanting to cry, you know that feeling of “wow it’s so overwhelming, no joke, are you sure the singer who won first place isn’t someone else??” And wow, everyone thank you so much. This doesn’t come easily and it was possible because of all your love for us. So I’m going to work even harder to do better, although the thought makes me worried at the same time. We’ll keep trying and show even better sides of us. I truly love you, IGOT7!

Ah also.. Those who are fluent in English, Chinese, Japanese, Thai, and other languages, please translate this. Our Ahgases are all smart, so you can do it! ㅋㅋㅋ Ah is this too much of a mission.. It’s because I think those from other countries can have fun reading and be happy from the translations. Anyway I love you!

Who else is there.. Friends haha I don’t have that many friends ㅠㅠㅠㅠ I came to Seoul during my Junior year and I was really lonely. I had no one until around my Senior year, when a really close hyung of mine came up to Seoul and started taking lessons! Or maybe I’m wrong. Anywho when I was in Mokpo, he took good care of me and we listened to each other’s worries, so I was really glad when he came up to Seoul too. Even though he isn’t blood-related, I’m just as comfortable around him; we talked a lot and he gave good advice when I went through hard times, and overall he made my experience in Seoul less difficult huhu. I wasn’t able to tell that hyung I thank him ㅋㅋㅋㅋ but hopefully he’ll read this and know I’m thankful ㅋㅋㅋ!

Speaking of hyung, to my real hyung! My hyung is now my vwaitwamin (vitamin) that gives me strength. He can tell if something’s wrong from just the tone of my voice, it’s scary sometimes.. Once I called him on a rough day and he constantly asked if something happened and ha (sigh) ㅠㅠㅠㅠ hyung always knows me best *tears* ㅋㅋㅋㅋ ah I’m crying too much in this letter ㅋㅋ That’s how close I was (/am) with my hyung. Oh that doesn’t mean I’m not close with my noona or anything, but I should write about her as well. Or else she’ll be upset ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅎㅎㅎ

Actually it was my noona’s birthday not too long ago ㅠㅠ after my schedule I completely forgot about it and didn’t call her, but she called me first. Then I remembered right away ㅠㅠ I’m still trying to decide what to do for her. She says it’s okay but I want to do something.. I told her “happy birthday” through kakaotalk along with an ugly picture of me, and my noona wa very happy. If I get some days off soon, I’m planning to bring a gift to her ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Whew.. I wrote to those I’m thankful for and about the things I’ve been through, and it’s not too much or too little, but it seems I’ve had many ups and downs in life ㅋㅋㅋ There are probably more people I should thank, but I’ll write the second letter another time!

Everyone who’s always supporting me – my parents, hyung, noona, members, Ahgase, JYPE, my friends, other hyungs – I’ll work hard as the amount of support you’re giving me. Thank you and love you, always. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️★★❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Translated by: got_pang for GOT7&Co.

—  I look at you and I remember every little detail. The way your smile formed, what made you laugh, your gentle touch, how your lips kissed mine. The way you tied your shoes. One look at you and every memory, every feeling, every thought comes rushing back, attacking me.
Sam headcanons !

I may do some more if I’m inspired :0 Also English is not my first langage so please bear with me.


- Sam is really self-conscious about his age. For the reason that he spent 13 years in prison without seeing himself age. If you sneak in the bathroom when he’s in, you’ll probably find him in front of a mirror, touching his wrinkles and muttering ’ Oh, god… it can’t be that bad..’ or ‘How did this happen..?’.

- He puts anti-aging cream in secret, but one day you find out and see the most embarrassed Sam you’ve ever seen. You reassure him by telling him that’s it’s ok if it makes him feel better but that you don’t really care about his wrinkles and actually like them. And also, because of that, he always smells good.

- He also have a lot of shampoo (his favorite being a cherry one). He actually really enjoys to take care of himself.

- He needs a lot of attention. If you have your own room for your work, you’ll have to put a couch in a corner just for him to stay with you. He’ll often sleep on it.

- He calls you baby. Nothing else. Sometimes sweetheart if he feels kind of flirty.

 - He likes to take his time and have lazy days. Back in Panama everything was rushed and scheduled. But if something forces him to stay put and not do anything he’ll hate it. He likes to have control over what he’s doing.

 - He’s very dramatic. If he’s going to bed and you want to stay awake a little longer, he’ll make a tragic pose and whine something like : ‘Well.. I guess I’ll just go. Alone. In the dark. Cold. Well. Goodbye’. If you don’t react he’ll continue until you do.

    *takes a step away* “I’m going now”  *another step* “I’m leaving…”

    And you won’t be able to resist long. (i know i wouldn’t)

- Kisses and hugs for days.

- He belittles himself sometimes. He doesn’t say it directly but occasionnally he’ll make little remarks. And you do the same. You two have very low self-esteem. Everytime one of you lowers themselves, you’ll just hug together a begin a ‘who’s the best’ discussion.

   “You’re so much better than me”

   “What. No. You’re the best.”

   “ You know you are. And even if you don’t, I do.”

- He sings and hums a lot.

- Bad jokes and puns. And you make them too. You two have the worst sense of humor. But you both believe you are very funny. However when you reunite with Nate, Elena and Sully  you understand that it’s actually not the case.

- He doesn’t like cats. You could even say he’s scared of them. He’s really uncomfortable around animals. He likes dogs though, but only when he knows them or when they are very far away.

You don’t touch your brother because Sammy is goodness. Sam is innocence. Pure. Keep him that way, god just please let me keep it that way. 

But you see the way that Sam looks at you and you can’t ignore the burn that runs straight down your spine when you lock eyes with your baby brother in the darkness between your bodies in another shared bed.

Don’t look at him like that. Hands away from Sammy is enough, eyes away from Sammy is better, mind away from Sammy is too much to ask. 

New day, new motel, new bed, familiar only in the way Sam’s heat bleeds into the sheets, ramping the temperature up in the cave under the blankets until you feel like you might just catch on fire. Sam’s as afraid to touch as you are when he worms his way closer to you in a room filled with Dad’s snores, but you think he might want it even more than you do.

The barest brush of his little body against your front, and you roll away from him because you can’t do that to him. You can’t wrap yourself in his heat and his warmth and his love. That should be for someone else. Why is he offering it.

You drink to forget him. Another forty dollars blown at a dive bar would make you feel guilty as hell except you earned that cash at a part-time job, and if you need it to buy yourself a bottle to forget about how bad you need your hands deep in your little brother’s skin, well any price is worth paying to forget that. So you stumble the half-mile home back to the motel, the white line of the road dividing into twins and quadruplets the longer you force one foot in front of the other.

Barely time to kick your shoes off before you’re hitting the bed hard enough that you know there’s no way Sam slept through it. You feel Sam moving beside you at the same moment you realize Dad’s bed is empty, and the jerk of anticipation makes you dizzy.

In one smooth motion, Sam is hovering over you, a sharp silhouette against cool moonlight with his arms and knees caging you in, trapped. You seek out his features in the black shape of his face, but don’t know if you’re creating them from an eternity of memories or if Sam really is that beautiful. 

He leaves the sweetest kiss on your lips when he knows you can’t stop him, and you know you’re done for.

Lunch Time With FNAF
  • My Friend: Did you hear that they're making a Five nights at Freddy's three?
  • Me: Yeah! Speaking of which, I had a dream that I worked there and made friends with the animatronics!
  • Some Jerk: *puts his arm around me* Did you get stuffed in a suit?
  • Me: *oh my god this guy is touching me. Quick say something that will creep him out.
  • Me: I fucked Foxy the pirate fox!
  • Jerk: *Slowly lets go of me*
  • Jerk: ....
  • My Friend: ....
  • Me: ....
  • Jerk: *leaves*
  • Me and my Friend: *Bust out into laughter and start to high five each other.

tattoo artist!luke watching you with his mouth apart a bit while laying on his back on the bed as you’d kneel beside him, admiring his colorful and black inked skin, that’s usually hidden under his long, baggy shirts, for the first time. you touching his colored chest made him close his eyes, breathing in as you ran your fingertips up his body. you’d trace the tattoos that caught your eye a bit before sliding your fingers up more, slowly. “baby…” he’d rasp once your fingers reach his collarbones, touching your pale wrist with his tattooed fingers gently. you’d look up at him as he looks at you, rubbing his inked hand up and down your clear forearm. “I wanna see you now.” he’d whisper before sitting up to kiss your lips. he’d pull up your shirt, eyeing your skin while throwing the fabric material somewhere in the room. he’d breathe in, looking at your non tattooed body in awe while thinking of the perfect place where he’d like to ink you if you’d let him. he’d slide his hand down your upper half of your body slowly, making you shiver, as he admired his dirty hand on your clean skin. your body would make make his mouth water, not only because of how you’re like a blank canvas for him to paint your skin with his ink, but also because you are extremely and uniquely beautiful. he’d swallow before leaning into your naked neck, unlike his, to kiss it slowly and tenderly while thinking how a beautiful soul like you got caught up with a beautiful mess like him.

oh my god so as i said the other day, kanye west gave a private lecture at my college because they are giving him an honorary doctorate. he said a lot of really interesting stuff and he’s so into his art and music and fashion and he was really funny my god i give him so much credit. he also said he gets emotional over fonts, which really resonated with me. and he fuckin touched my hand when he was leaving the lecture honestly what the hell is my life today i touched yeezus