[ENG] 161202 Mnet MAMA BTS Artist of the Year Acceptance Speech


[161203] @metaoloz_chief & @beatburgerjae instagram updates

kwon soonwook, a director at sm who was involved in the conception of the exo’lution, and works closely with exo, posted this update. 

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“The coffee fairy and music fairy VCR I made for EXO'luXion and EXO'rDIUM were copied as they are kkkk Let’s not be like that…ㅜㅜ”


shim jaewon, director and choreographer for exo, posted this update

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“Living in a common environment within the same generation, it’s more than possible for one’s ideas to intermingle or even be exactly similar. However, to put those ideas forth into reality, despite not having many people willing to take on this career is really exhausting. It takes courage to overcome the uncertainties underlying this job as well. Producing an artwork subsequently after gaining an inspiration is completely understandable, and should be respected, However, to plagiarize and blatantly replicate an individual’s work without prior consent simply reflects a poor sense of mannerism and thoughtlessness. I would love to approach this situation with a positive outlook, and view it merely as a form of artwork after having gained inspiration. Albeit making an effort to look at it optimistically, I can’t help but feel a sense of uneasiness as though something has been stolen from me.

Today’s morning music and coffee seems bitter ㅎㅎ”

trans cr. @fy-kimkai

both posts are in reference to twice and ioi’s vcr for 2016 mamas.

You Could Have

As promised – not Kansas City OTRA, but very much inspired by it. I’ve had this as a WIP since April or so, so it’s nice to have it out. That said: I’M NERVOUS AS ALL GET OUT cause they kind of… are… there’s a crude topic in this. They’re just having a go at each other, though. ACK *flips tables* Enjoy, everybody, I’m gonna hide now. x

It’s the last song when security finds you and escorts you from your seat and through the crowd. You’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to see the show finish, but knots of excitement are twisting in your belly as you are herded past barricades where no one else is allowed to go. Music and fireworks, almost obnoxiously loud, are muffled backstage, and you hear voices, familiar by this point and one more so than the rest, saying earnest goodnights and wishes of love and safe returns home to the crowd that so worships them. Preparation to tear down and packup equipment has already started around you, and you pause in the wings, shaking your head when security tries to usher you to move.

He’ll be there. He’ll find you.

Sure enough, he’s all legs and hair when he appears at last, leaping over a thick wire before it can catch his boot and twist his ankle. He’s got a towel in his hand, but it’s useless on his long, wet, curly hair. He’s all but drenched from head to toe, with most of his grey t-shirt stained with sweat and clinging to his body, and while the heat is mainly to blame for that, the water he’d been spitting and throwing hadn’t helped (although, it had probably cooled him off).

He’s tanner than you remember him being last, but that’s what months of outdoor shows and sightseeing on off days will do to him. The muscles on his slick arms look just a little bigger and more defined, too, and even the most casual twist or bend of his heavily tattooed left arm makes ink practically jump every time.

His eyes, though, are most striking, and they’re only for you as he continues his beeline in your direction.

“You’re soaked, love,” he teases you through a cheeky grin and popping dimples with a voice like honey and sandpaper.

You won’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his double-entendre.

“Some twat kept spitting water at me the whole night,” you inform him, opening your arms for him.

Harry grins wider – a cocky, satisfied grin. “Yeah?” His hand slides possessively around your waist for the first time in ages and you fold your hands behing his neck. “Tell me his name an’ I’ll get him.”

Keep reading

this post is my official notice to all sonic fans: if you want to make recolors, do it. if you want to make an oc that’s sonic’s cousin, or the experiment between shadow and the biolizard, or amy’s friend who loves listening to her go on about anything because she likes her bright eyes, do it.

fandom is for you to stretch your creative wings. as long as you’re not hurting anybody, you can make whatever you damn well please- don’t let any elitist fans tell you you’re being a fan wrong. bowl ‘em over with as many gaudy rainbow wolf mobians that you had fun making as you damn well please.