taste of failure

[TRANS] PD101 An Hyungseob's blog post about BTS

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KRN - ENG © ktaebwi
(the post was uploaded on his blog in August 2016)

“It’s okay to taste failure and bow your head
We’re still young, don’t worry about it
Moss surely grows on the rock that doesn’t roll
If you can’t go back, just head forward
Forget all the mistakes, never mind
Never mind, never mimd
Whatever thorny path it is, run
Never mind, never mind
There are many things in this world that are beyond your control, you better
Never mind, never mind
If you think you’re going to crash, then storm your feet harder
Never mind

This is the song that I always come to find whenever I’m having a hard time.
Putting on my earphones and raise the volume to maximum…
Every time I listen to that song
I visualize the lyrics in my head,
it feels like I get to take off my skin and reborn again.
I especially like that part
I think the artists themselves surely have gone through hard and unstable times,
and have overcome that to become a professional,
that’s why they can offer consolation to the public
through such straightforward lyrics with no hints of lie.
They’re the artists that I respect a lot,
and also the male artist group that has the most influence on me.
There’s no such thing as being scared of the wall and run away for them…
They know how to break it at once.
I’m thankful to these artists
that let me be reborned again with such good music like this.
This rambling has gotten too long.
I believe in myself that much
and I respect the artists called BTS.”

let's talk beautiful lyrics by yoongi

“amidst double standards and opposition everywhere I crushed the limits within myself” (we are bulletproof pt. 2)

“my hobby is proving you wrong” (we on)

“if i ruled the world why would i dream small, of gambling and investing in stocks? i would still be making music with my bangtan fam” (if i ruled the world)

“same day, same moon” (tomorrow)

“because the dawn right before the sunrise is the darkest” (tomorrow)

“the studio is my playground, and the pen and paper are my partners” (triptych)

“a sweet wind named you is blowing in my heart” (miss right)

“others are running forward, yet why am i still here?” (intro: hyyh)

“take a breath, or breathe a dream” (intro: hyyh)

“this moment will never come again, it will never find me again, so i ask myself am i happy? yes, the answer is already there, i am happy.” (intro: hyyh)

“before the day of my birth inside of my mother’s womb, i counted the days till my first move. the cost of the move was a machine on her heart and a scar.” (move….. /fuh my heart)

“on the stage i desired so much, when i sing and dance, i feel that i am yet alive. i can withstand a long commute and the aching of my body because my people are watching me. i endure the exhaustion because the cheers come rolling in.” (born singer)

“i don’t give a shit, i don’t give a fuck” (intro: nvm)

“i have become the pride of my family, and have even succeeded to an extent.” (intro: nvm)

“though i taste failure and disappointment and bow my head, we’re still young and immature don’t even sweat it” (intro: nvm)

“if you can’t go back, run forward…
if you feel you’ll crash, accelerate all the more” (intro: nvm)

“you’re a butterfly effect, shining in pitch darkness. with your light touches i forget reality altogether” (butterfly)

“the words so carelessly thrown at me: even my loneliness looks like pretend to you.” (whalien 52)

“have i engraved my existence into you like rain? or have i come and gone like short showers?” (rain)

“the saying must be true that love blooms like cherry blossoms and then burns to ashes” (let me know)

“hip hop found me like a young child finds his mother” (hip hop lover)

“everyone asks me, what is hip hop, and i say proudly that it is my everything. as a result i have buried my entire existence under music. if loving this culture is a sin i’ll die a hundred times
over.” (hip hop lover)

“dream. hope. forward. forward” (epilogue: young forever)

I Don’t Want the World to See Me (Cause I Don’t Think that They’d Understand) # 8

#8  Here’s another little blurb from Bucky’s POV - It takes place during Part 36 of WEMtbB (masterlist here)

Word count - 2355 (so much for this being a drabble….)

Warnings - Angst, anger, the internal wrath of Bucky, thoughts of violence/death

Wondering where Bucky was during the last update to WEMtbB?  Here you go!!  If you need a little music, check out The Light by Disturbed.  This song could have been written for this particular segment.

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Anonymously

You choose to hide
Behind these screens
Using words
So harshly
When you can instead
Use your talent
Move us all

Anonymously

I’ve had to rethink
Reword my poems
Wondering if
Others
Think then wrong
Too much pain
Inside of me
Or not enough
Joy
Inside of you
Choose wisely

Anonymously

Open your heart
Let me in
Come from behind
Let my words weave
Through your soul
Over your body
Tainted lips
Broken schemes
Hopeless love
Shattered dreams
Come to me
Don’t be afraid
We’ll fix the world

Anonymously

I’ve held my failures
Tasted your pain
Sang your praises
Danced in the rain
Watched the sunrise
From my porch
Watch it set
On other coasts
Still I live
Breathe in deep
A hopeful soul
Praying for the world

Anonymously

If you read these
Words I write
Whether in the morn
Or safe at night
Please be certain
You’ve touched my life
Moved me forward
Driven me across the land
Written my words
Camera in hand
To make my mark
Arms raised high
Thank you all
For inspiring me
No longer be

Anonymously

Hope you all enjoyed this, especially you who are so supportive, those in doubt, those afraid, those searching. I’m here for you. Special thanks to @drearydaffodil for helping me, indirectly, find a subject to write about last night!

-H. Murcia 12:10AM 2/23/2017

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if you're still taking prompts: bokuaka, understanding :)

Akaashi’s upset. 

Koutarou hates when Akaashi is upset. Mostly because Akaashi rarely ever lets things bother him enough to visibly show it; Akaashi is a do-er, not a wallow-in-despair-er. That’s Koutarou’s job. Akaashi is the type to get things done and solve what’s making him upset before it has a chance to really make him upset. So when Akaashi gets upset, Koutarou is torn between wanting to beat something up and wanting to hold the other boy until he’s smiling in that small beautiful way of his again.

But today, Akaashi is upset, and Koutarou is struggling to understand why. He came home with his midterms crinkled in his hands, eyes tinged red, mumbling about percentages and flunking out of college. Koutarou is certain there is no way Akaashi is failing, but he keeps his mouth shut because he knows more than anyone how failing to meet personal expectations is the worst failure of all. 

And suddenly, Koutarou understands. 

It’s like when he’s at practice, trying to nail the perfect straight spike, and for some reason just not getting it right. Staying behind all those extra hours, jumping and slamming the ball down until his legs are wobbly and his vision hazy, and still not getting it right. His teammates clapping him on the back and saying, “It’s okay, tomorrow you’ll get it,” and the disgusting feeling of self-loathing and disappointment filling his gut and eating at his appetite. Walking home and locking himself in the shower because he doesn’t deserve to face Akaashi when he can’t hit that spike, when he’s a failure. And taking hours, maybe days, to come back around even though Akaashi never once agreed with him calling himself a failure. 

And, most importantly, going back to try again.

Koutarou isn’t patient and understanding like Akaashi is. But he knows how horribly bitter personal failure tastes, and he knows what makes him spit it out instead of swallowing it in. He sits next to Akaashi, close enough for the other boy to know he’s there, whenever he needs him. 

“I don’t think you’re a failure,” Koutarou says, and when Akaashi falls still, Koutarou starts to list all the ways Akaashi shines, until finally, Akaashi reaches out for his hand, and holds on.


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when you Can’t write

Slumps happen. Sometimes one right after the other. And they feel like the equivalent of trying to freestyle through an olympic sized pool full of maple syrup. Except the maple syrup tastes like failure

Here’s a secret about creative slumps. You can’t cure them. At least, there’s no magic cure that works for everyone. But you can fight them. How?

  • Consume the media you’re trying to create. If you’re a writer, read. You’re learning.

And if you don’t have time to read, or have lost your inspiration to even look at words on a page… (it happens, and it doesn’t mean you’ll never read again)

  • Write one sentence a day. Just one. It doesn’t even have to be the next sentence. Just write it down, one for every day you’re in your slump. 

If you’re lucky, one sentence will lead to another, which will lead to four more. Starting is always the hardest part. But even if you only manage that one sentence, that’s you putting in the work. You wrote. It’s a big fuck you to whatever’s currently sucking up your creativity. One sentence, and you’ll sleep easier. Because sometimes (a lot of the time) its the disappointment in your lack of productivity, the fear that you’ll never start making good things again that’s stopping you. 

Go write a sentence. Go read a book. Punch your creative slump in the face. 

something paradise

cs au. ‘there’s something about breaking an engagement and leaving the man you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with and finding yourself roommate-ing with the man who’s loved you through years and boyfriends and breakups and uncertainties that makes a person a little weepy, a little off balance, a little unsure.’ 

(i’ve been working on this for at least six weeks, and it’s finally, finally finished, and i’m something like pleased with it. (thanks to swallowedsong​ for looking over it and helping me and stuff.) so, enjoy whatever this is. (really long, among other things. just a head’s up.)

recommended listening: majesty snowbird by sufjan stevens.) 

don’t stop, don’t break

you can delight because you have a place

quiet room

I need you now

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            She leaves him on a Tuesday.

            Packs up her share of the apartment instead of going to work, keeps Henry home from school so he can help. Wraps picture frames in scarves and sweaters, shoves books and DVDs into boxes, throws pots and pans and casserole dishes into the back seat. One trip to unload these small bits, another for Henry’s bed and dresser and nightstand.

            It takes just over 6 hours to remove every trace of them from this apartment that was supposed to be theirs and is now just his, but she doesn’t cry as she sweeps through one last time. As she takes her key off the chain, locking the door behind her and slipping it underneath. She doesn’t feel broken or empty. Isn’t sure what it is pulsing through her, something that tastes like regret or maybe failure.

            “Sorry, kid,” she says, eyes still dry, once they reach the car. He just shrugs. Smiles a small, sad thing.

            “It’s okay.”

            It’s not.

            But maybe it will be.

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Enouement- 1

Summary:  Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: 803

AN: Here we go! This story is very angsty and as I’ve said before, deals with a couple troubling topics so read at your own discretion. Also, some parts will be pretty short (like this one) while other’s are fairly lengthy…

Master

The house was quiet. More than it had ever been before. A breeze licked the window curtains, the fabric skirting across the hardwood floors. New York sounds drifted in from the streets, muffled by the distance: honking horns, voices by the thousands, sirens. The clock on the wall kept on ticking, counting the seconds you spent sitting alone on the couch, feet tucked under you and staring blankly at the emptiness of the room.

Your things were packed in boxes along the hallway, staggered one on top of the other. Some held empty photo frames and others held that sweater you’d gotten for Christmas a few years ago. With shaking hands, you reach for the cup of coffee next to you. It’s long since gone cold, but you’d do anything to wash the bitter taste of regret and failure from your lips.

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[LYRICS] NEVER MIND by BTS

Korean

앞만 보고 달렸지
주위를 둘러볼 틈 없이
어느새 나는 가족의 자랑이 됐고
어느정도 성공을 했어
사춘기라고 말하는 그 쯤
생각이 나네 문득
그 당시 나는 어렸고
무서울게 없었지
몇번을 좌절 그건 아무것도 아냐
달라진 거라곤 그때에 비해 조금 커진 키와
또 나이대에 비해 조금 성숙해진 시야
남산동의 지하 작업실에서 부터
압구정까지 깔아놓은 내 비트
청춘의 출처
주윈 모두 말했지 오버하지마
음악 한답시고 깝치면
집안 거덜내니까
그 때 부터 신경 안썼지
누가 뭐라던지
그저 내 꼴리는대로 내 소신대로 살아갔고
니가 보기엔 지금 난 어떨것 같냐
내가 보기엔 어떨것 같아
내가 망하길 기도했던 몇몇 놈에게 물을게
집안 거덜낸 것 같냐 새끼야
I DON’T GIVE A SHIT
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK
하루 수백번 입버릇처럼 말했던 내게서 신경꺼
실패나 좌절 맛보고 고개 숙여도 돼
우리는 아직 젊고 어려 걱정 붙들어매
구르지 않는 돌에는 필시끼기 마련이거든 이끼
뒤돌아 갈수 없다면 직진실수따윈 모두 다 잊길
NEVER MIND 쉽진 않지만 가슴에 새겨넣어
부딪힐 것 같으면 더 세게 밟아 인마
Come on
NEVER MIND NEVER MIND
그 어떤 가시밭길이라도 뛰어가
NEVER MIND NEVER MIND
세상엔 네가 어쩔 수 없는 일도 많아
You better
NEVER MIND NEVER MIND
부딪힐 것 같으면 더 세게 밟아 인마
NEVER MIND NEVER MIND
포기하기엔 우린 젊고 어려 인마
NEVER MIND
부딪힐 것 같으면 더 세게 밟아 인마
부딪힐 것 같으면 더 세게 밟아 인마
NEVER MIND

English

I only look forward and run
Without having time to look around
Without me noticing I have become the pride of my family
And I have succeeded to some extent
The time we call puberty
I think of it suddenly
At that time I was young
And had nothing to fear
A few times defeated isn’t much
If there’s anything that’s different it’s my height
And also being a bit more mature for my age
From the underground workplace in NamSanDong
My beat has been laid out until Apgujeong
The origin of youth
Everyone said it, don’t go overboard
If you act as if you’re a know-it-all and will be making music
You will make your home go broke
From that point onwards, I didn’t care
No matter what anyone said
I only lived how I wanted, guided by only my beliefs
In your eyes, how do you think I’m doing right now
How do you think I am
I want to ask the several people who prayed for me to screw up
Does it seem like my home is going broke, you bastards
I DON’T GIVE A SHIT
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK
Like I always said hundreds of time every day, “Never mind me”
I can have a taste of failure and frustration and bow my head
We are still young and immature, don’t even worry about it
Moss surely grows on a stone that doesn’t roll
If you can’t return, go straight through your mistakes and forget them all
NEVER MIND it’s not easy but engrave it onto your chest
If you feel like you’re going to crash then accelerate more, you idiot
Come on
NEVER MIND NEVER MIND
No matter how thorny the road is, run
NEVER MIND NEVER MIND
There are lots of things in the world that you can’t help
You better
NEVER MIND NEVER MIND
If you feel like you’re going to crash then accelerate more, you idiot
NEVER MIND NEVER MIND
We’re too young and immature to give up, you idiot
NEVER MIND
If you feel like you’re going to crash then accelerate more, you idiot
If you feel like you’re going to crash then accelerate more, you idiot
NEVER MIND

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kejj  asked:

Super detailed questions about your OCs: 12, 42 :)

Thanks, Kejj! <3 #12 was already answered here.

Before the Conclave, Athi is aimless. Though she is the First of Clan Lavellan, which comes with a built-in life plan, the position is tenuous given the issues with her magic, so she doesn’t put much stock in making long-term plans. She contemplates leaving the clan a few times, which would release Deshanna from her obligation and might allow Athi a few more options for deciding her own fate. Ultimately, though, she doesn’t have the chance to go through with it. When Deshanna decides that someone must attend the Conclave, Athi practically begs to go along, desperate for some way out of the tedious uncertainty that is her life.

Her goals as Inquisitor are clear: stop Corypheus. Then later: find Solas. Her goals as Athi are more muddled. She doesn’t let herself hope for the future until she starts falling for Solas and actually considers what it means to love and be loved, and what their life might look like together. She never, never speaks of such things with him, terrified that by giving voice to the hope that “after” might exist, she’d ensure it never would. Still, she thinks on it often, and occasionally indulges in a daydream or two.

There isn’t much she’d sacrifice anything for, but as someone who has been hope-starved for so many years, she will almost always risk failure to grasp at a dirty, fraying tendril of the stuff. She also makes it a point to better the lives of Thedas’ elves whenever she can, spurred to even further activism by the slaughter of her clan. And, of course, she grows close to many of those in her inner circle, and will bend over backwards to keep them safe and well.

A Ruthless Game ( Part 1)

Movie: The Maze Runner AU

Characters: Newt x Reader

Warning: Cussing

Written by: Lauren

Request: An imagine where the reader and newt get into a heated argument but end up making out and confessing their feelings for each other?

(A/N) This part of the imagine isn’t the full thing of the nonie’s request, but it will be with the parts to come.

i. Reader

I pushed open the classroom door with much force, causing it to slam against the wall hard, and make a loud booming sound that immediately echoed around the hallway. I angrily walked out of the classroom with the piece of paper in my hand, my mind replaying the teachers words again and again over in my head like a spoiled record player. The piece of paper that had my grade written clearly and boldly in red at the front only made my crumble it further into a crinkled mess as I marched down the hallway and towards my lockers. From the corner of my eye, I could see students turning their heads towards my direction to see what was causing all of this loud, noisy wreckage but at that moment, I didn’t care about their opinions. I was beyond fuming, feeling like the flames of hell were being burnt in me.  And every time the imagine of his cocky arrogant smirk flashed before my eyes, it only caused the flames to burn brighter and higher like a chemical reaction.  Moreover, it only ignited the urge in me to punch his face even more hoping that it would cause a huge bruise which would last for days. Just so that he would get a taste of the bitter medicine I tasted, the sense of failure after all the hard work that I have done over the months.

The sounds of my heels clicking against the tile floor reverberated around the air and my entire composure was bouncing up and down from the way I was walking quickly towards my small innocent locker. I could hear the murmurs of students from the same class as me whispering about what had happened and the grade that I had gotten and it only made me open my locker with a louder slam. I arrogantly shoved my books and notes into the small closed space that the locker offered, forcing all of my anger and irritation onto what I was doing. When the stupid thing didn’t fit in, I let out a loud frustrated groan that almost sounded like a growl and slammed my palm against the metal door.  I couldn’t believe it, after the past few years of being the top student in class, my crown was finally overthrown. For once, I wasn’t first as I always would and I absolutely detested it.

“ And the student with the highest grade for this year’s over finals is Issac Newton. Congratulations Issac.”

The words echoed in my mind over and over again, and I could feel myself burning inside out as I stood there, staring at nothing in particular.  How many times was this stupid bloody British boy going to take my crown away from me, the crown that I had worn after all these years.  Was he going going to take over my spot for valedictorian, the spot that I had been working my arse off for years after everything?

I gritted my teeth in irritation as the thought floated around my mind, like a cloud in the clear blue sky. No fucking way. No way in hell was I going to let this freaking guy take over me spot after everything I have done. If he wanted a war against me, he would be getting it and if working hard every hour of every day was going to get me there to win, then I would be fucking doing it without any hesitations. I wanted that position badly, and nothing, I repeat nothing, was going to get in my way.

“You seem a little frustrated, (Y/N). You should really calm down, high blood pressure isn’t good for you, love. ” The familiar British voice snapped me out of my trance and I immediately glared in the direction of the voice, slamming my locker door shut as I turned to the side to face him.  And there he was, leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed against his chest, with a smile on his face with his hair in its usual disheveled mess. Whether his smile was a sincere one or a smile that was meant to mock me, I had no fucking clue but neither did I care.

“Oh I wonder why I am in a state like this Newt, funny how you seemed to be so oblivious to the reason of it. ” I hissed at him, venom clear in my voice, but no matter what my tone of voice was or how hard I was glaring at him, his expression still remained the same.  The smirk that was planted on his face only grew wider as he shifted his position.

“ You know second place isn’t really a bad place, I mean yeah it isn’t first but at least its still behind me. Judging from your behavior, you don’t seem to be the kind who likes to not be first very much.” This time, there was definitely a mocking tone behind his words and my fists that were by my side clenched together even harder, ignoring the sharp pain that followed. But somewhere in my mind, there was a voice whispering to me, that this was all  a way to taunt me and make me loose my mind even more. He wanted to see me mad, he wanted to see me go insane over him for taking away my crown.

I relaxed the tightly clenched fists that hung by my side before plastering on the mask I wore on so well everyday, the mask of sweetness but with a hidden amount of sass laid underneath it. I took a step forward towards Newt, leaving barely an inch between both of our faces, and immediately, I could see his attention diverted from my eyes to my lips. I smiled sweetly at him, a killer like venom smile with the look of innocent daisies covering it.

“ You have always been second place before this, Newt,  surely you must  know the true feelings and meaning behind the title of second place. It’s merely a sugarcoated name for first loser.” I bit back the sly smirk that threatened to invade my lips at the sight of anger filling up in Newt’s brown eyes but it was soon gone, like it never happened at all. I crossed my arms in front of my chest as I stood there, relishing the moment of my satisfying glory, till the parade was immediately rained down on the moment an arrogant smirk was plastered across his face.

Newt held his stare with mine for what felt like minutes even though it was actually seconds before he finally moved forward, his mouth now near my ear. The speed of my heart was instantly increased by a tenfold as I felt my strong composure begin to weaken. Even though he hadn’t even spoken a word, the act was still intimate which only caused the surroundings around me to grow hotter.

“ That beautiful mouth of yours (Y/N) can speak many things which may be irritating at times, but I am sure that mouth could be put to good use if provided with the proper guidance. And, darling love,” Newt pulled away and placed his fingers underneath my chin, forcing me to have my eyes meet his that were sparkling   with the usual cockiness. “ It is you who is in second place now, not me. Don’t forget, I am not the first loser here but you are.”

And with that, Newt gently released his grip on my chin before giving me a wink, stalking off after that with pride written all over his body figure. As I watch the back of his head move down the school hallway quickly, with him giving the usual winks at girls along the way, I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip down in anger probably causing blood to draw.

That fucking British boy.

I could feel everyone’s on me as I turned around ready to head in the other direction. It didn’t take me long to know that what had just happened was in front of at least half of the students in our school and that it was going to be the next hot gossip news which was going to be traveling around. But neither did i  care about their stupid gossips nor want to be add more mess to the trouble I already have.  None of those mattered to me because all that I could think of right then and there as I stalked down the hallway, my hips swaying left to right, was how I was going to destroy Issac Newton piece by piece. Bit. By. Bit.

I ignored the curious, intrigued stares that were cast in my direction and continued walking forward with my head held high. I felt someone join me by my side and from the corner of my eye, I recognized the familiar black hair and blue eyes of my friend, Teresa. Her medium length hair that ended at her shoulders bobbed up and down as she kept up with the pace I was going, showing no difficulty at all.

“ Not sure about you, but the sexual tension between Newt and you just now was just freaking hot and thick. I am pretty sure I wasn’t the only one in the hallway who got turned on by it just now too just by watching you two argue. ” From the corner of my eye, I could see Teresa fanning herself with her hands probably lost in thought about it and I merely rolled my eyes, groaning inwardly.

Teresa wasn’t the only one though.

Three fourth of the entire school were convinced that they stupid theory of sexual tension between Newt and I was true. But just like all misunderstandings and misconceptions that happen usually, this was no different. It was simple, just like a mathematical theory that everyone seems to find hard mainly because of one component they had misunderstood. And, its safe to say with much confidence, that mainly everyone here mistaken my long heart filling hatred for Newt as a sexual tension between us which to me is completely, fucking, bullshit.

“ Don’t be silly, Teresa, you can call it whether the hell you want but at the end of the day, the truth is the truth. I hate him, he hates me, its simple. And this dangerous and reckless game Newt is playing with me will soon be over once he realises what a huge mistake it was. Because when I am done playing checkmate, I will make sure he will be down on his knees with all of his achievements turned into nothing but a piece of his past. Mark my words, Teresa, there can only be one winner within two players on this battlefield, and I am going to make sure its me and me only.”

anonymous asked:

What's failure taste like, Scott? I'm guessing the smoke from those cookies.

He’s confused.. but also very appreciative. He fears that his heartbeat can be heard by anyone near! Definitely didn’t expect that.

beautifulvictoryofthelake  asked:

Death — I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed.

failure tasted as bitter as it always did.

the battle does not stop as it rages on around them, people screaming in the distance, the metallic clash of swords, the stench of burning and death. it carries on becuase their worlds have not been irreperably shaken, fractured, like her’s has. like bard’s will. dominique fiercely blinks back tears as she cradles sigrid close, porcelain hands bloody but still she tries to stem the torrent of red, tries to save her. teeth are grit, vision hazy from a blow to her temple not long ago and her knee is shot but still, she stays by sigrid’s side, protective, defensive.

❝ listen to me, sigrid – you must hold on. ❞   the desperation is heavy in low tones, strained and syllables broken, jagged in pain. it cannot end like this, not with her passing away without her family. but there are pitiful gasps coming from the young girl, and dominique curses, one bloody hand coming to cradle her cheek, storm grey eyes pleading.   ❝ do not go like this, love, please. hold on, help is coming. ❞   the sounds of battle are dying, victory has been won somewhere on the field but here, there is only a slow death and desperation for her to stay. a soft thank you is uttered between gasps for breath and the warrior finally breaks, showing cracks in her armor, a tear slipping down her bruised cheek.

sigrid passes like a flame being blown out, silent and all too fast – and dominique is lost for what to do other than to hold her close, the warrior rocking her gently as her shoulders shake, sobs muffled against bloodied fabric. failure tasted bitter, it burned like ash in her chest, choking her, and she didn’t know how she would be able to breathe properly again.

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[LYRICS] NEVER MIND - BTS

Admin JK note: I find that many of BTS’ songs, specifically the raps and especially the intros/comeback trailers have so much meaning/depth to them. It is almost impossible to translate Korean lyrics into English while carrying all of the meaning behind each word or phrase, so I have decided to add T/Ns or Translator Notes to the majority of the lyric lines in order to fully convey the “feel” and context. Let’s enjoy this emotional masterpiece together! Please remember to take out with full credits. As always, thank you.

NEVER MIND - BTS

앞만 보고 달렸지

I ran (while) only looking forward

주위를 둘러볼 틈 없이

Without having time to look around
T/N: “틈” can mean time but also chance
“Without having the time/chance to take in my surroundings”

어느새 나는 가족의 자랑이 됐고

Before I knew it I became the pride of my family and
T/N: “어느새” shows the rapid passing of time before one suddenly notices how much time has passed. Therefore, the word also holds these meanings: “before I could notice,” “all of a sudden”

어느정도 성공을 했어

I’ve succeeded to some extent

사춘기라고 말하는 그 쯤

That time we call puberty
T/N: “쯤” means “about,” “-ish” or in this context, “around the time,” meaning puberty is not clearly defined as a certain period of time. “Around that time called puberty”

생각이 나네 문득

The thought comes up, suddenly
T/N: Can also be “ I remember it” and “out of nowhere”

그 당시 나는 어렸고

At that time I was young and

무서울게 없었지

There was nothing I had to fear
T/N: “I had nothing to fear,” “Nothing scared me”

몇번을 좌절 그건 아무것도 아냐

A few failures, that was nothing
T/N: “좌절” has several other definitions: “discouragement,” “defeat,” “setback,” “frustration”
The first part can also be read as “I failed a few times”

달라진 거라곤 그때에 비해 조금 커진 키와

If there are things that have changed since then, it’s my height that’s grown
T/N: “things that are different from back then”

또 나이대에 비해 조금 성숙해진 시야

And a perspective a little more mature for my age
T/N: Compared to the thoughts/perspectives of others his age, his is more mature, “More mature for his age”
“시야” also means outlook/view on life

남산동의 지하 작업실에서 부터

From the underground workplace in NamSanDong
T/N: also “basement studio” or “underground studio”

압구정까지 깔아놓은 내 비트

My beat (that) has been laid out all the way to Apgujeong

청춘의 출처

Origin of youth
T/N: Also “source of youth”

주윈 모두 말했지 오버하지마

Everyone around me said it, don’t go overboard
T/N: Also “don’t overdo it” or “don’t overreact”

음악 한답시고 깝치면

Since If you act like you’re a know-it-all because you’re making music
T/N: Also “thinking you will be making music” or “thinking you’re going to make music”

집안 거덜내니까

Your home will go bankrupt
T/N: “집안” also means “family” and “household”
“거덜내니까” can also mean to “ruin,” “destroy,” the household, but mostly in an economic sense, as in “to go broke”

그 때 부터 신경 안썼지

From that time on, I didn’t care
T/N: Also “From that point on”
Literally “I stopped paying attention”

누가 뭐라던지

No matter what anyone said

그저 내 꼴리는대로 내 소신대로 살아갔고

I only lived according to what impassioned me, according to my beliefs and
T/N: “소신” also refers to thoughts and opinions
The particle “대로” can mean “guided by” or “for”

니가 보기엔 지금 난 어떨것 같냐

From your point of view, how do you think I am right now
T/N: “난 어떨것 같냐” is a question that can be asking about current condition in terms of success, but also emotions/feelings and other characteristics

내가 보기엔 어떨것 같아

From my point of view, how do I think I am
T/N: more simply put “how am I,” or “what kind of person am I”

내가 망하길 기도했던 몇몇 놈에게 물을게

I’ll ask this to the few people who prayed for me to fail
T/N: “놈” can also be translated as “punks” or “guys” It’s an informal term that addresses males. Depending on the context it can be a friendly/affectionate jab when joking around with friends; however, here it is used as a degrading term (though the severity is nowhere near curse word level).

집안 거덜낸 것 같냐 새끼야

Does it seem like my home went bankrupt, you bastards?

I DON’T GIVE A SHIT

I DON’T GIVE A FUCK

하루 수백번 입버릇처럼 말했던 내게서 신경꺼

“Never mind me” (the words I) said a hundred times a day like a habit
T/N: Can also be translated as “Don’t worry about me”
“입버릇” literally translates to “mouth habits,” and refers to something that you always say (out of habit)

실패나 좌절 맛보고 고개 숙여도 돼

I can bow my head after tasting failure and setbacks
T/N: Also “lower my head”
Again, “setbacks” can also be “frustration,” “discouragement,” etc.

우리는 아직 젊고 어려 걱정 붙들어매

We’re still young and immature, grasp and tie up the worries
T/N: “붙들어매” also means not to worry about it

구르지 않는 돌에는 필시끼기 마련이거든 이끼

Moss surely grows on a stone that doesn’t roll

뒤돌아 갈수 없다면 직진실수따윈 모두 다 잊길

If you can’t go back, then go straight through your mistakes and such and forget them all
T/N: “실수따윈” means “mistakes and the like” or “mistakes, etc.”

NEVER MIND 쉽진 않지만 가슴에 새겨넣어

NEVER MIND It’s not easy but engrave it on your chest

부딪힐 것 같으면 더 세게 밟아 인마

If it seems like you’re going to crash, step harder, kid
T/N: Literally “to collide” or “to run into”
“step harder” has the connotation of stepping on the gas pedal to accelerate

Come on

NEVER MIND NEVER MIND

그 어떤 가시밭길이라도 뛰어가

No matter what thorny road it is, run
T/N: Also “no matter how thorny the road is.” The lyrics are saying that whatever/whichever road you take, even if it’s a road on/through a thorn field, run (through it).

NEVER MIND NEVER MIND

세상엔 네가 어쩔 수 없는 일도 많아

There are a lot of things in the world that you can’t help
T/N: Also “events/happenings that you can’t help” or “can’t do anything about”

You better

NEVER MIND NEVER MIND

부딪힐 것 같으면 더 세게 밟아 인마

If it seems like you’re going to crash, step harder, kid

NEVER MIND NEVER MIND

포기하기엔 우린 젊고 어려 인마

We’re too young and immature to give up, kid

NEVER MIND

부딪힐 것 같으면 더 세게 밟아 인마

If it seems like you’re going to crash, step harder, kid

부딪힐 것 같으면 더 세게 밟아 인마

If it seems like you’re going to crash, step harder, kid

NEVER MIND

Trans cr; JK @ btsofficialtrans
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