what comes of following the sky

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I saw her, once.

She passed through our village, through fields littered with dead soldiers after her forces overwhelmed the nation of Dumor. Her other Elites followed and then rows of white-robed Inquisitors, wielding the white-and-silver banners of the White Wolf. Where they went, the sky dimmed and the ground cracked  —the clouds gathered behind the army as if a creature alive, black and churning in fury.

 As if the goddess of Death herself had come.    

the concept behind the n.o mv is actually really important and interesting and I wish people would stop labeling it as the “dark past” of bts.

yeah sure, their outfits and styling were sort of wild and the editing was a little bit cheesy but this was actually a huge risk to take because the video/song is blatantly criticizing the korean education system and sort of telling students to not be a slave to education and not to live under your parent’s and teacher’s will but to do what makes you happy and to follow your dreams instead.

and this is an important message because korea has some of the highest suicide rates in the world, and a huge portion of that statistic actually comes from teen suicide.

in korea, you get only one chance to take the college entrance exam (which you have to take as a 3rd year high school student) and how well you do quite literally determines your fate. the pressure on students to do well on the test and to get into SKY (the korean equivalent of the ivy league) can start from when you’re as young as third grade and actually many parents force their children to start attending tutoring sessions and after school “hagwon” at around that age. and then once you’re in highschool, that pressure is tremendous, a lot of students literally go to school every single day and attend night school (lasting until 11pm) IN ADDITION to hagwon and you can see many people sleeping at the school library instead of going home. another thing to note is that your class ranking is made public for the rest of the school and Korean parents are brutal when it comes to test scores and how well you do in school. like many children suffer from corporal punishment and borderline abuse if they fail to meet their parent’s expectations and over all it’s just extremely stressful for students and many of them suffer from mental illnesses (like depression and anxiety) but once again, mental illness has a huge stigma in korea and very few schools have counselors for the kids to go to. so yeah, this is why many korean students look to suicide- because education is quite literally their life and if they fail to reach the high standards, they feel as if their lives are over. it’s so bad that most of the times, korean schools lock the bathrooms (to prevent students from hanging themselves or doing anything else) during testing and make sure to secure the roof tops.

so yeah, the n.o mv is pretty important

First Language [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: ok we know seb lived in paris but never got specifics soooo i had an ideaaaaaa…maybe part 2? yes? no? anyone?


“You guys didn’t have to come with me.” you huff back at the gang following you, angrily stomping through the posh hallways of Dalton Academy. “He is my boyfriend… and you hate him… Why did you come actually?” you wonder, crinkling your eyebrows together, pulling both your backpack straps to the waistband of your ripped sky blue jeans.

Santana scoffs, crossing her tan arms over her cheerio’s uniform. “Uh, duh, I wanna see what happened to the mole faced chipmunk.” she states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. You roll your eyes, sighing deeply.

While holding Rachel’s hand, Finn tilts his head in confusion; Sam does the same, wondering the exact same question on everyone’s mind. “What exactly happened to him again?” the blonde asks, fixing his purple hoodie on his shoulder. “All I saw was you get a call and leave rehearsal…. Then everyone followed you and I got lost… I’m still lost.”

You bound around the corner, stopping when you get to the door that says ‘nurse’. Spinning on the heel of your sneaker, you fix your pink shoulderless shirt. “He was in lacrosse practice and hit his head and passed out, okay?” you rush out, inhaling deep. “And can I please see him alone before you all parade in?” you plead, hands returning to the straps of your backpack.

When most of the club nods, you let out a breath, facing the door. Turning the knob, you cautiously step in the office. “I’m Y/N, Sebastian’s…” you trail off as the nurse leads you to the cots. “How is he?” you chew on your lip nervously.

“Non! Non!” Sebastian’s voice lingers in the room, French accent a lot more noticeable. “Retire tes mains de moi (get your hands off me)! Ou est ma petite amie (where is my girlfriend)?!” he spits at Trent, who’s trying to coax the Warbler back into the cot, muttering ‘why are you not speaking English?’. “Je ne sais pas bon anglais (I don’t know good english)!” he bites in a frustrated tone, running a hand through his hair.

You furrow your eyebrows together, pushing the curtain. His knuckles curl around the edge of the cot, shoulders almost touching his ears. The moment Sebastian sees you, his green eyes light up, smile stretching on his lips. “Mon bébé, là tu es (my baby, there you are)!” he beams, standing up; navy lacrosse jersey hanging off his shoulder. You blink in confusion. “Ne me comprends-tu pas (do you not understand me)?” he whispers, eyes filling with water.

Frowning, you bend down in front of him, cupping his face. “Sebastian… Je t'aime (I love you)…” you hum, saying the only French you really know.

He grins, “Je t’aime, Y/N.” The knock on the door startles him and the glee club enters. “Pourquoi sont-ils ici (why are they here)?” he snarls, nose scrunching at the gang. “Quelle (what)?”

“Why is he speaking French?” Mercedes whispers to Kurt, who shrugs.

Sighing, you card your hand through his uncharastically messy hair, shaking your head. “French is his first language. He only learned English two years ago, before he came to Dalton.” you frown, eyes searching his face. “When we started dating, he was still learning.” you explain, “He must’ve hit his head really hard…” you cringe, pulling your beanie down.

“So, what’re we gonna do?” Artie pipes up, pushing his glasses to his nose.

Sebastian tugs on your hand, pouting. “Regarde, je ne comprends pas ce que tu dis mais (look, I don’t understand what you’re saying but)…” he pauses, licking his lips. “Je meurs de faim, pouvons-nous manger (I’m starving, can we eat)?”

You shrug your shoulders, squinting your eyes. “I think he’s hungry? Help me take him to Breadstix?”

So I need more blogs to follow!! I simply do not follow enough people, so reblog this if you post about any of the following and I will look at your blog!

❄︎ fall out boy (or any of its individual members)

❄︎ panic! at the disco (or any of its individual members)

❄︎ twenty one pilots (or just tyler or josh)

❄︎ yuri!!! on ice

❄︎ lyrics/lyric edits

❄︎ aesthetic

     ▴ sky pics

     ▴ ocean

     ▴ grunge edits

     ▴ animals

     ▴ makeup/dresses

     ▴ other stuff similar to whats on my sideblog

❄︎ halsey

❄︎ troye

❄︎ dan and phil

Follows on aesthetic/indie/etc. blogs will come from @glowingpatrick, my main blog. Thank yooouuu🌈

Night Witches (Excerpt Below!)

From bestselling and award-winning author Kathryn Lasky comes an explosive adventure following the teen girl fighter pilots who took on Hitler’s army … and won.

Fifteen-year-old Valya knows what it feels like to fly. She’s a pilot who’s always felt more at home soaring through the sky than down on earth. But since the Germans surrounded Stalingrad, Valya’s been forced to stay on the ground and watch her city crumble.

When her mother is killed during the siege, Valya is left with one burning desire: to join up with her older sister, a member of the famous and feared Night Witches – a brigade of young female pilots.

Using all her wits, Valya manages to get past the German blockade and find the Night Witches’ base … and that’s when the REAL danger starts. The women have been assigned a critical mission. If they succeed, they’ll inflict serious damage on the Nazis. If they fail, they’ll face death … or even worse horrors.

Historical fiction master Lasky sheds light on the war’s unsung heroes – daredevil girls who took to the skies to fight for their country – in an action-packed thrill ride that’ll leave you electrified and breathless.

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anonymous asked:

for the softer words prompts, maybe a combo of 4 and 23 for shatt?

(Wondering what this is?  This is the 800 Followers Special!  Find out more here.  These requests are now closed.  Don’t wanna see these because there’s a lot of them coming over the next couple of weeks?  Blacklist ‘800 Followers Special’.  Hate reading on Tumblr?  These will be going on AO3 as ‘This Paradox Place’ a couple of days after posting.  Thanks to Xagrok for betaing!)


We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)

Matt sighed and leaned his head against Shiro’s shoulder.  “You know, with how big this lion is, I feel like you could at least fit a cot in here.  It’d make this a lot easier.  Besides, how many times have one of you guys been stuck in a lion overnight?  Foresight.”

Groaning, Shiro closed his eyes.  “If you’re going to complain about this all night, I’m going to tether myself to the outside of the lion and sleep outside.”

“Actually, that doesn’t sound too bad.  Sleeping in zero Gs wasn’t the worst night’s sleep I ever had.”  Matt pulled off his glasses and scrubbed over the bridge of his nose.

Shiro pulled back to look down at him.  “Good.  Then you can sleep outside, glad we sorted this out.”

Whining, Matt thumped his head against Shiro’s shoulder.  “Stop being mean to me.  I’m providing helpful criticism.”

“You’re one helpful comment away from being ejected from my lap.”

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kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

so this was my small christmas gift to @spphrmn on ao3 organized by @whythehandbasket, I hope both of you have amazing christmas and enjoy your holidays!

The music was still coming from inside the house, soft jingling and gentle notes of carols, when Kazuya closed the door behind them. Eijun stretched, his hands reaching up towards the sky. A groan spilled out of his mouth, followed by a satisfied sigh as he rubbed at his full belly.

He loved Christmas.

Especially Christmas at home.

Especially Christmas at home with Kazuya.

Turning back, he watched Kazuya come down the steps of the veranda to stand next to him. Eijun’s lips curled in a smile.

“What are you smiling at?” Kazuya asked, taking a deep breath of the frosty air and sighing quietly just like Eijun did before.  

“Nothing,” Eijun shrugged. “I’m just happy.”

Kazuya hummed and Eijun was content with that.

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I’ve been connecting some trends in my past and i realize that it takes me very very long to pick people I wanna associate with. The way I pick out team members for class projects is creepily eyeing every person of interest months before the time to form a team comes. i lived here for a year alone before i found the guys i wanted to move in with. and once i’ve targeted those people, i do everything to be with them. i feel this is what they say when if a guy wants to be with you, he will move earth and sky to do that.

lmao you guys know how long i let you hover around my mutuals before i follow you

The Coffee Order of J. Alfred Prufrock

Let us order then, you and I,

When the morning is spread out against the sky

Like a coffee spilled across a counter;

Let us order, in certain half-deserted shops

The muttering stops

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells:

Shops that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question…

Oh, do not ask “What is it?”

Let us go and make our visit.


In the shop the women come and go

Talking of americano.


The white steam that rubs its back upon the window-panes,

The white steam that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes

Licked its tongue into the corners of the morning,

Lingered upon the pools of coffee in the machines,

Let fall upon its back the grounds that fall from bags,

Slipped on the counter, made a sudden leap,

And seeing that it was a cold April morning,

Curled once about the espresso maker, and fell asleep.


And indeed there will be time

For the white steam that slides along the walls,

Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;

There will be time, there will be time

To prepare a face to meet the baristas that you meet;

There will be time to order and drink,

And time for all the drinks and days of hands

That lift and drop a muffin on your plate;

Time for you and time for me,

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,

And for a hundred orders and reorders,

Before the taking of a scone and tea.


In the shop the women come and go

Talking of americano.


And indeed there will be time

To wonder, “Should I?” and “Should I?”

Time to turn back and leave the store

With gaping yawn and weary eye–

(They will say: “How tired he looks today!”)

My morning coat, pulled up and colored gray,

My necktie rich and modest, but tucked away–

(They will say: “But how early he is up today!”)

Should I

Order coffee for myself?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.


For I have known them all already, known them all–

Have known the mornings, evenings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

I know the voices dying with a dying fall

Beneath the music from a farther room.

    So what shall I order?


And I have known them all already, known them all–

The drinks that wake you up, and flood your veins,

And when I am woken, shaking in my coat,

When I am jumpy and wriggling all the day,

Then how shall I begin

To spit out all the caffeine of my days and ways?

    And what shall I order then?


And I have known the drinks already, known them all–

Drinks that are shook and whipped and iced

(But in the fluorescent light, sprinkled with light brown spice!)

Is it aroma from a mocha

That puts me in a coma?

Drinks that line the wooden counter, for those who are called,

    And should I then order?

    And how should I begin?


Shall I say, I have gone at dawn through narrow streets

And watched the glass doors pushed open

By lonely baristas in aprons, leaning into the morning?…


I should have been a three-for-one petite vanilla scone deal

Shuffled into paper bags across silent counters.


And the afternoon, the evening, passes so restlessly!

Smoothed by long sips,

Asleep… no, awake… or in between,

Stretched across the day, here between you and me.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,

Though I have seen my drinks (cooled slightly off) brought in upon a platter,

I am no barista– and here’s no great matter;

I have seen the moment of my order flicker,

And I have seen the head Manager print my receipt, and snicker,

And in short, I was afraid.


And would it have been worth it, after all,

After the cups, the coffee, the tea,

Among the recyclables, among some talk of you and me,

Would it have been worth while,

To have bitten off the matter with a smile,

To have squeezed my order onto one line,

To roll it towards some overwhelming question,

To say: “I am T.S. Eliot, come from the dead,

Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”–

If one, drumming her fingers on the counter

     Should say: “That is not what I said at all;

     That is not it, at all.”


And would it have been worth it, after all,

Would it have been worth while,

After the sunrises and the doorways and the sprinkled whip,

After the screenplays, after the laptops, after the bags that trail along the floor–

After this, and so much more?–

It is impossible to say just what I want!

But as if an overhead lamp threw the nerves in patterns on the wall:

Would it have been worth while

If one, drumming her fingers on the counter or pouring sugar into her cup,

And turning toward the window, should say:

     “That is not it at all,

     That is not what I meant, at all.”


No! I am not a Manager, nor was meant to be;

Am an attendant barista, one that will do

To brew a batch, start a cup or two,

Advise the manager, no doubt; an easy tool,

Deferential, glad to be of use,

Politic, cautious, and meticulous;

Full of quick wit, but a bit caffeinated,

At times, indeed, almost hyper–

Almost, at times, the Customer.


I grow tired… I grow tired…

I shall order a cup to go.


Shall I order from the secret menu? Do I dare it come with whip?

I shall wear red flannel shirts, and work at the table near the outlet.

I have heard the mermaids ordering, each to each.


I do not think that they will order for me.


I have seen them adorning cups in people’s hands,

Combing their green hair against the white,

When the wind seems to blow their hair apart.


We have lingered in the shops long past the dawn

With mermaids wreathed in logos, white and green

Till we tip our steaming mugs back, and we drown.

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: AFTER GETTING HIS WING'S CHOPPED OFF BY URIEL'S FOLLOWERS, AFTER TRAVELLING FOR DAYS ON FOOT LOOKING HELPLESSLY AT THE SKY CARRYING HIS WINGS IN HIS ARMS, AFTER LAYLA TRICKS HIM AND ATTACHES BELIEL'S DEMON WINGS WHILE BELIEL GETS HIS SNOWY ONES, AFTER HE HUNTS DOWN BELIEL AND RIPS HIS WINGS OFF, AFTER HE FINDS A HUMAN DOCTOR TO SEW HIS ACTUAL WINGS ON EXCEPT THE DOCTOR GETS PULVIERIZED BY A MOB, AFTER LAYLA COMES AROUND AND FINALLY DECIDES TO FINALLY MAKE AMENDS AND SEW HIS REAL WINGS ON, RAFFE STILL ENDS UP LOSING THEM. HE SAID THAT HE WOULDN'T TRADE HIS WINGS FOR ANYTHING AND HE DID TO SAVE PENRYN, HIS DAUGHTER OF MAN. I'LL NEVER BE OKAY AGAIN.

  فيروز - اعطني الناي 

is pure poetry:

Give me the flute and sing
for singing is the secret of existence
And the sound of the flute remains
After the end of existence.
Have you, as i did, taken the jungle
A house without limitations
Have you followed the Runnels
And climbed the rocks
have you bathed in its fragrance
and dried yourself in its light
Have you tried drinking the Dawn as your wine
out of divine cups
Have you, as i did, sat in the afternoon
Between the grapes plants
with the clusters hanging
like golden chandlers…
Have you, as i did, slept on the grass at night
And used the sky as you blanket
Ascetic in what will come
Forgetting what has passed
Give me the flute and sing
Forget the disease and medication
For people are only lines
written with water

my heart is crying

Australia's FM hints support for alternative to two states - 17 February 2017

Australia’s Foreign Minister, Julie Bishop, on Thursday said her country supports a “two-state solution” for the Israeli-Arab conflict, but added that the world should recognize a “one-state solution” if the two sides agree to that.
“If they can come up with another solution that they were prepared to live with that ensured that the Israelis and the Palestinians could live side by side, live together behind internationally recognized boundaries then of course the world should support that,” Bishop told Australia’s Sky News.
“What we need is for the Palestinians to recognize that the state of Israel exists and will continue to exist,” she added.
The comments follow U.S. President Donald Trump’s comments on Wednesday at a joint press conference with Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, in which he would not commit to the two-state solution as the only way to solve the conflict.
“I’m looking at two-state and one-state, and I like the one that both parties like. I’m very happy with the one that both parties like. I can live with either one,” Trump said.
Despite Bishop’s comments, Australian Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull later on Thursday reaffirmed Australia’s support for a two state-solution.
“Our position has not changed there should be a two state solution negotiated with Israel and the Palestinian Authority,” Turnbull told Sky News, calling for a “two-state solution that will secure the interest and the security of both peoples.”
Turnbull would not comment directly on President Trump’s comments, saying he does not “run a commentary” on American politics.
Bishop herself later reaffirmed Australia’s commitment to the two-state solution, saying in a statement her country’s position had been consistent and encouraged “both Israel and the Palestinian Authority to negotiate an outcome that would see Israelis and Palestinians living side by side, within internationally recognized borders, in a peaceful and stable environment.”
Australia’s government has reiterated support for Israel in recent months. In December, after the UN Security Council passed Resolution 2334 which condemned Israel’s presence in Judea and Samaria, Bishop said her country would not have voted for the Israel resolution had it been a member of the Security Council.

@nihlvs

At first she thought it was a ‘sky rock’; no matter how many times Draca had seen them they never failed to amaze her. They were a ‘living’ proof that there was something beyond the sky, a reminder that the world was much biggerthan what she was able to see. Most of her kind we disinterested in the ‘sky land’ as she called it, trying to convince her that ‘out there’ was nothing.

‘Then how come those flaming stones keep falling down? There has to be a place where those come from!’ was her usual response, followed by a pout and a promise, one which she never managed to keep, to never talk to that person again.

Driven by her curiosity, she swam towards the island it crashed on, anxiously waiting for the dust to settle. And when it finally did-

That was definitely NOT a rock. The ‘thing’ was just too symmetrical and shiny to be one. No, it had to be ‘The Ship’. Dracaena had heard about those from her grandma, long time ago and up to this moment she didn’t dare to even dream about seeing it with her own, four eyes! Those stories, were not lies or hallucinations! They were real!

T h i s  was the proof, the  u l t i m a t e  proof that there were other creatures, places and maybe even plants up ‘there’

Pulling herself up from the water, the Hetili girl stared up at the metallic ‘monstrum’, trying to recall everything she knew about ‘the ship’. Of right! There had to be someone inside! A…umm.. A- A ‘pilot’! They moved, controlled it!

“…hello? Is anyone there? Um..” For such a tall, or rather big, creature, she sure was timid.

Soulmark Universe #1: Jason

A/N - forgot to add this is dedicated to @blight-incarnate

———

“Dad?”

Jason groaned as he got shook awake, where the fuck was he? He rolled over and looked up at the pouring sky and noted the batsignal shining and sighed in relief before turning to the punk who found him.


“What the fuck?” He breathed as he looked back at himself.

“It’s you isn’t it? It’s me Jason.” He watched himself stammer and smile nervously. God how old was he there? He looked at least 2 years younger. He was fucked if he knew but went along with it.


“Come on. Have you had something to eat? let’s get out of the rain. My place is over here.” He followed his younger self back in a stunned silence.


This had to be a trance of some sort, right? Because there’s no way in hell he would be following himself through the streets of Gotham. He followed him up some stairs and into a house. There was no shitting way he lived in this house he thought in awe.


As the younger Jason reached out to open the door his Jacket sleeve slipped down and revealed a tattooed 0 on his wrist.

“Is that-?” He said outloud

“It’s my soulmark step counter dad, I found them.”

“You found who?”

“My dog.” His younger self rolled his eyes as he walked in “my soul mate, come on come in they’re in here.”

Soulmarks? Soulmates? It sounded like the alternative universe crap in that book Richard was talking about the other day.


He followed him in and looked around, it was nice inside and he could smell a roast cooking.

Shit - this Jason had shit sorted. What did he do right? Or so he thought as he saw him start getting worried.


“Y/N?” Younger jason called out “where are you?”

“Babe?” he continued asking, more desperate.

Jason heard a small click and a foam dart bounced off of Younger Jason’s chest as small giggles sounded off in the other room.


“Get him!” Jason heard a voice yell out as small children ran up shooting at Younger Jason with NERF guns but stopped when they noticed he wasn’t alone.

“Get him too!” The youngest yelled and started firing at him too.


As he turned his back to the bullets he saw his younger self with his arms wrapped, what he figured was his significant other.

“Dad, this is my soulmate Y/N.” He grinned.

Jason spent the night enjoying the company of the small family. They had it sorted he thought sadly. Maybe this was what was supposed to happen if he’d never met Bruce.


Later on he snuck out of the house and felt dizzy. He clutched his head as the spell grew more intense and slumped down against the wall. When he opened his eyes he saw Roy standing infront of him sipping his coffee, back in the safehouse.


“You okay bro?”

“Ugh. Bad dream.” He responded simply

“Want to talk about it?” He asked as he sat down next to him.

“What do you know about soulmarks?”

“Oh like that book Nightwing was talking about?” Roy asked

“Yeah.”

“Nothing, but you know there’s this thing called Google.”

“I’ll try my luck at the library.”  He shook his head

“Good thinking, you know Google head office has this big board to show every search? Super embarrassing.”


He didn’t even bother with saying bye and simply walked out. He couldn’t shake his mind off of his..  was it a dream? It felt so real. His thoughts distracted him from noticing details such as the opening hours on the door.


He tried opening the locked door and groaned in frustration gaining the attention of the librarian on duty.

“FUCK!” He yelled causing them to laugh.

He looked over at the person laughing and froze when he recognised you smiling at him.

“Password not accepted, please try again later.” You grinned over at him from your spot behind the information desk.

Be who you want to be. Do what you want to do. To hell with other people. As long as you aren’t harming anyone, the sky’s the limit. Dream big. And even if it takes years for those dreams to come true, don’t stop dreaming. Never apologise for being yourself. Because people love you the way you are (I know I do).

From the deepest hugs to the friendliest high fives, I will follow you in whatever you do. Because I love you even though we’ve never met. And I just know you are destined for greatness.

Go (Demo)
  • Go (Demo)
  • Tally Hall
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Play

Go if you want to go
I don’t know but maybe I can do this alone
Truth told everybody knows
You got out of this a while ago

I can use the room to grow
Parts of you will linger in the spaces down below
I keep making myself show
You keep making me want you to go

This song was most likely written prior to G&E’s recording and release, but that doesn’t make its lyrics any less bittersweet when viewed in the context of what followed. Truth told, everybody does know that Tally Hall went to the Great Indie Label In The Sky over four years ago, but just like Rob sings, parts of them will linger in our hearts and guide our growth and imaginations for years to come.

The Drug I Need

Pairing: Yoonmin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dom/sub, Name-Calling, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Spanking, Choking, Collars, Rough Sex, Drug Use, Cocaine, Angst
Word count: 4015

Summary:
Working yourself to the bone to keep an empire under control when everything is fucked up isn’t easy. Sometimes a man just needs to let go, to become another person for a while, to release everything that’s been building up inside.

At least Min Yoongi does.

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