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fiercynn · 6 months

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palestinian poets: george abraham

george abraham (they/he/هو) is a palestinian american poet, performance arist, and writer who was born and raised on unceded timucuan lands (jacksonville, FL). their debut poetry collection birthright (button poetry) won the arab american book award and the big other book award, and was a lambda literary award finalist. he is also the author of the chapbooks al youm and the specimen's apology. their collaborations include co-editing a palestinian poetry anthology with noor hindi (haymarket books, 2025), and a performance art project titled EVE with fargo nissim tbakhi.

they are a recipient of fellowships from kundiman, the arab american national museum, the boston foundation, the national performance network, and the MAP fund, and more. their writing has appeared in poetry magazine, the nation, the american poetry review, guernica, the baffler, the paris review, mizna, and many other journals and anthologies. a graduate of swarthmore college and harvard university, they have taught at emerson college, and are currently a litowitz MFA+MA candidate in poetry at northwestern university. he is also currently executive editor of the whiting award-winning journal mizna.

you can follow them on twitter @IntifadaBatata.

IF YOU READ JUST ONE POEM BY GEORGE ABRAHAM, MAKE IT THIS ONE

OTHER POEMS ONLINE THAT I LOVE BY GEORGE ABRAHAM

Field Notes on Terror & Beginnings at poetry daily

Love Letter to the Eve of the End of the World at the margins

Of Nation, at rusted radishes: beirut literary and art journal

Searching for a Palestinian After at the nation

Stage Directions for a Representation in which Eve and Adam travel through their first checkpoint at mosaic theatre company

the ghosts of the dead sea are rising at the drift

ars poetica in which every pronoun is FREE PALESTINE at the margins

“from UNIVERSAL THEORY IN WHICH EVERY FAILED ATTEMPT AT LOVE IS A SOULMATE FROM AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE” at fiyah literary magazine

Ode to My Swollen, Mono-Infected Spleen at brooklyn poets

The Olive Tree Speaks of Deforestation to my body at crabfat magazine

arab/queer vs. Imaginary at shade literary arts

self-portrait with second-degree sunburn at

[ summer / winter ] is the worst time to lose a [ country / lover ] at wildness

maqam of moonlight, for the wandering at the rumpus

against perturbation at the scores

apology, at cordite poetry review

i also adore this 2021 essay of abraham's at guernica magazine called teaching poetry in the palestinian apocalypse: towards a collective, lyric "i".

#poetry #george abraham #free palestine #palestinian poets series

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queerxqueen · 2 years

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don’t you think it’s kinda unrealistic for el to breakup with mike? after the monologue? i wish they would breakup but yk she looks happy with him and with apocalypse/vecna there’s not time for this teen drama honestly:/ she got what she wanted to hear,why would she leave mike? she just lost max and she wouldn’t like to lose even mike,it doesn’t make sense to me.

Alright, I'll bite.

As a treat, I won't even mention Byler because I strongly believe Mike and El need to break up regardless of what happens with Byler.

Mike and Eleven can and should break up in Stranger Things 5

Eleven's story arc is about independence.

I feel like we've talked about this extensively before, but Eleven's arc for every season of Stranger Things has been about learning about who she is, what she's capable of, and who she wants to be. From escaping the labs and making her first friends in season 1, wanting to interact with the world and be normal in season 2, getting away from Mike and Hopper to truly find herself with Max in season 3, and dealing with being different and regaining her powers in season 4. Millie Bobby Brown herself described season 4 as being about El learning how to stand on her own two feet (x).

I will also emphasize that El's growth moments are always when she is apart from Mike. Every season, they must be separated in order to grow. We never actually see them happy and strong together, because--

Mike and Eleven aren't actually happy/good together.

Let's ignore that they start their romance when they're 12 and she's been out of the lab for a week in s1, ignore that they then don't speak for a year in s2, before being attached at the mouth to the point of isolating themselves from their friends in s3--let's put all that aside and just talk about season 4. Their relationship as we've most recently seen it.

First, it's an unbalanced relationship. Consider Eleven's Mike Shrine in her room compared with Mike having nothing of hers, even crumpling up not one but both of her letters to him that we see him read. Think of how Eleven wants the day at the roller rink to be so perfect while Mike barely cares all day. Think of how, of course, Mike can't even sign his letters love while Eleven does.

Next, they spend most of season 4 lying to each other and feeling like they're not enough for each other, in other words, making each other feel bad instead of uplifting each other as a relationship should. We see Eleven thinking that Mike thinks she's a monster; we get Mike thinking Eleven doesn't need him and he's a side character to her superhero. We see Eleven thinking Mike only loves her with her powers, and then get a confession that seems to prove that that's true despite his best efforts.

They truly don't feel that they can be themselves around one another. Eleven feels pressure to portray that she's popular and normal. Mike puts on a facade such as the terrible airport outfit which was confirmed to be something that was written into the script, something Mike would never usually wear, to show that he is "trying to make it work in California." (x)

Does any of this sound like a healthy happy relationship to you?

But, you say, they just fixed things, right, so why would they screw it up again??? Well--

The monologue didn't fix things.

Where do we see Eleven responding to the monologue? Where do we see Mileven interact positively again to show their relationship has stabilized? They almost talk at the pizza place but they're interrupted, and we have no idea what would have been said. But since their big fight, which Mike himself said to be "a fight you can't come back from" they haven't actually communicated at all about where they stand.

I'm not even going to go into all the reasons the monologue is filled with inconsistencies or outright lies, or how it makes much more sense for it to be a desperate response, saying what he feels he needs to say to empower El, based on Will's lie that she needs him and he's the heart.

Because beyond the monologue itself, there's the emotional beat that the monologue fulfills: it's the beginning of the end, the start of the all is lost beat where ultimately, our heroes lose.

To address your point which I've seen often on Reddit:

"There's not time for teen drama."

Stranger Things always has and always will have time for some level of teen drama. This argument is kind of absurd. The Duffers described the core of Stranger Things in their MasterClass as marrying the ordinary and extraordinary, and they've shown that in every season, where the monster sci-fi plot is complemented with the emotional and growth arcs of the various characters.

The Duffers have also explicitly said that they've left certain things and relationships open-ended and unresolved, such as with Nancy and Jonathan and Steve. We're also led to believe by vol 2 that we'll see more of Robin and Vickie. So there's plenty of evidence of more so-called "teen drama" to come. It's quite literally the emotional heart of the show.

Lastly, your worry about El losing Mike?

Mike and El will always be friends and will be better off that way.

Nothing else to add here.

Hope this helps <3

#antimileven #byer #stranger things #byler analysis #dont like dont interact pls milkvans pls #milkvan

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esp3onsol · 1 month

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Ink-Stained Hearts

I wrote a dipplinshipping fic and included some hidden details that nobody has been able to figure out yet. I'm a big nerd who is getting a history degree, so I didn't really expect anyone to pick up on it. I also made it kinda vague, so that's on me. But I decided to make a post about it just in case anyone picked up on it and was confused. Just a slight warning I wrote a lot under the cut, I'm sorry to anyone who chooses to read this lol

So I had a headcanon that Kieran sends Juliana love letters, and his love language is words of affirmation due to him being so used to sending letters as a form of communication (he doesn't have a phone, what a loser lol). But while I was writing the fic, I felt the urge to give Kieran more depth with his relationship with writing than just him not having a phone. I then did some brainstorming on why he would feel motivated to write. He's from a small town based off of an area of Japan, and it is steeped in tradition and folklore (which he obviously has a knack for, ex: Ogerpon), so I decided to use my knowledge of Japanese culture and folklore when writing his perspective. His portion is heavily inspired by the Heian period (794-1185), which is known for its art, literature, and poetry. But to be more specific, I used aspects of Mono no aware, which is essentially the pathos of things and the knowledge of impermanence in this state of life. You might notice that there is a call out to his parent's passing, which explains why he feels this impermanence, and it gets worse when he begins his long-distance relationship with Juliana (he misses her very much). He is very observant with his surroundings, for example, he hears Juliana's laughter ringing throughout his dorm, and he notices his bed is empty, reminding him of Juliana's absence. Mono no aware plays a big role in the way Kieran writes, even down to his penmanship. In this I actually make a slight reference to a Heian period literature called The Tale of Genji! In the beginning of his pov, Kieran is looking out over the sea that surrounds the academy as the wind whips around him, and he feels an emptiness in his life. This comes from a poem in the book: That the breaking waves harmonize with these sobs wrung from a grieving heart- is it because the wind blows from where someone yearns for me? Ok that's enough yapping out of me hopefully this makes sense lol.

#Yes I know this was only common for elites but I decided to ignore that #dipplinshipping #kieran x juliana #juliana x kieran #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #rival kieran #champion kieran #kieran pokemon #pokemon juliana #trainer juliana #pokémon #pokémon indigo disk #pokemon teal mask #pokemon scarlet and violet #my writing

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yo-yo-yeonkai · 8 months

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TO MY ANGEL, ARE YOU WATCHING? - HUENING KAI - SFW

Kai x reader

Genre: angst

Warning list: big ANGST! major character death, mentions of depression, if you squint your eyes ideas of suicide, mention of : hospital, blood, sickness, not proof read!

Word count: 1,080

Summary: Kai can’t be with you anymore, those chances had long passed, but can he see you and read those letters you send him?

Authors note: This was inspired by a piece I read recently by @mazeinthemoon called [6:27pm], which I highly recommend!!!

Dear Kai,

I’m not sure if you still look down on me, I haven’t felt your presence in so long, it’s been a bit lonely without you here. The house feels empty now, and it’s not like you ever left your room anyway. You stayed burrowed up in there, so I’d have to come join you if I wanted attention. I hope you knew I loved you, it’s too late to tell you now.

I regret it, not telling you whilst you were here, but I’m sure you already knew. The way you’d text me and tell me to come to your room, only for it to be lit up with fairy lights, a fort made in the middle and once we entered the cosiest bed for us to watch movies on. You brought all my favourite snacks, you let me pick the movies, I think you even tried to hold my hand. I’m sorry I got nervous and pulled away, I should’ve just let you hold it whilst you could. Was that a date? To me it was…

I have a new confession now Kai. I haven’t felt this way in such a long time. I did get better since you left, I promise. I’m not sick anymore, but, today I feel it. I feel the way it used to feel.

I don’t feel excited, suddenly everything I’ve ever loved feels bland. As if I took a picture and put a horribly monochrome filter on. My hobbies, are a dull grey, no longer a sparking silver. It doesn’t light up my days, nor does it make me feel like I’m living.

My voice can’t even raise in tone, I’ve tried, it just stays at a continuous monotone. No more inflections as I get excited, no more shouting as I get angry, no, I’m not even sure I felt anything but bland today. Even my emotions are mono, is this even real right now? My face doesn’t lift in a smile, doesn’t frown with disappointment, I have held a straight face for longer than I’d like. I wish you were here to make me smile… you’d probably make that dumb Pokémon noise you always replicated, I’d always whine but you knew I loved it, that’s why it always came flying out of your mouth the second I had a bad day.

Isn’t it weird that people are alive. Like, I’m living my life and you aren’t, you were stolen from me, ripped away too soon, it’s just not fair. Don’t you think? Sometimes I wish it had been the other way around, but I know that’s not possible.

I’ve been better for awhile, I’ve taken care of myself, even tried to go further than just being alive, I tried to LIVE, but I’m not great at that. Ever since i made that mistake at work, my life has consumed me, everything felt overwhelming. Like I was drowning in all the endless pain I left behind me. It came back for me when I least expected it. Can you protect me from it Kai? Can you be my angel?

Who am I kidding… I don’t want you to spend your afterlife worrying about me as well, do what you want to do, live the best you can up there. I’d cry if you thought about me the way I thought about you. In fact, I hope you forgot about me, it would hurt, but I could take it if I knew you were happy.

I used to say that health was a lie… that’s because i get sick with a click of my fingers. Now I mean that both mentally and physically. Our friends must think I chuck myself down the stairs each morning with how much physical pain I come to school with.

“What’s wrong today?”

How did they know I was in pain? Oh yes, that’s right, I’m always in pain. Can I catch a break please…

“I have a terrible pain in my stomach”

Do you remember that I actually had that pain for months and it got so bad sometimes that I missed days and days of school. You took me to the doctors because I hate them, they took my blood, but there was nothing wrong with me that they could find. So I was on medication for awhile, but it didn’t help so I got taken off it. The pain comes back sometimes. The worst bit is when my lecturers ask why I wasn’t in, and I have to explain it’s been the same pain since last month. They must think I’m a liar, I see it in their eyes. You told me I was being dramatic, but I know I wasn’t…

But when you fell sick I suddenly realised that anything I went through was just a silly bug, a little thing that would go away. You… you were suffering, true pain, true agony. I wish I could’ve done something, even ease your pain, but I couldn’t. You wouldn’t even let me stay in the hospital with you like I had wanted to. You told me “Go home, keep it warm so when I get back I won’t be cold”. You died that evening, when I was making your bed, trying to convince myself you’d be home soon. It was a lie I told myself, I knew you wouldn’t be coming home, but I didn’t think it would be so soon.

Do you know what it’s like to have your heart ripped from your chest? I imagine you felt a similar pain as your life was coming to an end, that’s how I felt when the nurse called me. She had plunged her hand into my heart and tugged it out with ease, as if my heart knew it was about to be crushed. I wish you were here to make that stupid noise once again… maybe then I’d stop feeling sick, but you aren’t.

I promise this feeling won’t continue, I’ll stay strong Kai, I know you’d want me to. I’ll even go on a walk tomorrow, and try walk it off. You always told me I should get out more. But you aren’t one to talk are you….

Perhaps I should stop sending you these letters, but how can I… when I can’t let go of you. The second I stop, is the second you truly die, because you’ll be a forgotten star, and you could never be that to me.

,Forever the dumbass roommate that fell in love with you…

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for-yoongi0309 · 1 year

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— Namjoon, WEVERSE 221202

Hello, to everyone I love dearly.

I proffer you a hello at the tail ending of 2022.

Tomorrow will mark the 15th year since i started creating music, while in the last month of being in my 20s, my first album is set to be released soon.

There are a lot of complicated thoughts tangled/tangling inside my mind, but one thought of all the work i have done, my previous and the current works of mine, was to release this one album, that's the only thing that is being repeated inside my mind all this time.

First of all, thank you all so much. With the trust that so many have noticed/become aware and caught on to my trivial but earnestness of mine. I was able to become more brave and be able to blend music truthfully with the languages that are close to my heart in the current shaping.

I am so / i am really lucky

In all my honesty, i didn't have any thought/could not decide on what song i wanted for the title track. all the songs i have created are equally important to me, seriously.

In the current era of streaming, I feel nervous and a little frightened to have a 4 minute and 33 second song that is only korean/hangul written in its title. But none of the songs were intended to cause any hype or noise from the very beginning! (i really mean it)

Just like ID, an archive [of rkive] i think it is going to be enough if these songs are recorded and bloom inside the minds of many people and their heart. with their everlasting same scent they always had before even after time passes through.

Some of you might have found it a little strange and odd that i had so many other artists participate in my first solo album, but however this album is an album like no other but more like an art exhibit that i curated myself. if you could / but you once look and hear my harmony with them, you will be able to understand the frequencies of the wavelenths created by all the people who participated are irreplaceaable / could not be replaced. they were all my first priority and number one artists that i always wanted to work with and recruit!

I, above all, more than anything, i sincerely owe all of them my time, my debt, hours, months and even years of my life. I have always wanted to become a person like that as well to someone else.

I have already made and recorded so much content and as the release is nearing, i am in the state of feeling alone and empty, so i am home drinking with myself but... as like it was 10 years ago, i am trying my hardest not to doubt that sincerity will be of sincere and with love will surely reach as such love.

Although, i did not plan or design it out fully from the beginning like i did with MONO, like the description states "10 blues included", when you lay down and spread them out, they become so beautiful and so many diverse shades of indigo that were hidden within inside me. so please, i request that you will listen to the (songs) in order.

As i am planning on unfolding this album with loads of my own content that i have thought of since long before now,. it would really be nice if everyone likes the album. but i am still trying to keep my mind set to calm when i thinking if nobody does like it. with the attitude of "well if not, what about it then?" but with the confidence of believing that there is one / there is someone else who shares those blues that pleases you out of ten blues. i will see you all tomorrow.

With these same old expressions, the same gestures but in a more organized way made in wavelengths of frequencies, i send you my words in a letter and i would be grateful if you receive it all dearly.

Wishing and hoping that all of these songs will not be some reckless bravado boldness but with the same courage you all have given to me

- NAMJOON

Trans © Hana at @For-yoongi0309 | Please do not remove credits or claim as yours

#ultkpopnetwork #mgroupsedit #idolsincedits #maleidolsedit #RM #Namjoon #Kim Namjoon #bts #bangtan #w. weverse #translations 💬#blg.supporting7memberalbums #221202

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queen0fm0nsterz · 4 months

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I saw you post about Seafarers, but to me, your finest work will always be Fifteen Notes to You, reread all of it the other day and... yeah, it still hits like a fucking bullet train.

I genuinely don't think it's possible to capture Mono's descent into insanity better than you did here. It reminds me a little of The Last Weekend from the anthology Inside no.9, in that, you know, both from the story itself and the context it exists in, that it won't have a happy ending, but the humanization of the characters just forces you to cling to hope that something will go right. But that rarely, if ever, happens in The Nowhere.

FNTY... Now THAT'S a name I haven't heard in years...

Thank you so much!!!! I'm super grateful to see folks still enjoy my old stories :)it seems to be the general consensus even among my friends that FNTY is the best complete fic I've put out. Reading thru the comments, I remember one of a person who told me that it made them cry - and the comment made ME cry LMAOOOOOOO😭

I'm very proud of it myself as it was not only my first published fic, but my first multichaptered fic I ever completed as well. Though I am a slow writer (SEAFARERS CHAPTER 5 IS IN THE WORKS😭), for FNTY it was never because I had excessive trouble figuring out what to put on paper - especially never when in regards to the letters themselves. The most troubling parts were the in betweens, funnily enough.

Mono and Thin Man come very naturally to me when writing. I think it may be because I tend to interpret them as having very big feelings... like myself, I guess. And since the story itself is short, I suppose that I managed to make the thing itself feel like there are many big feelings in a tiny box. I will admit I got emotional myself a couple of times... then went on to edit like nothing was wrong LMAOOOO like this is how I looked writing and then editing vvv

For Seafarers, the emotional payoff has yet to come, and it will be different -- considering we have World's Most Emotionally Constipated Woman and Our Strongest Soldier (the PTSD has yet to hit because she's still actively experiencing the horrors) as the protagonists this time.

Six and the Lady are both considerably harder to write for me. I had my chance to write the Big Feeler at the very beginning because the stakes there were skyrocketing from the getgo, but now things have gotten considerably more... silent. The feelings are there but they're all kept in. OUGHHHHHHHHH

I also can't wait to introduce more stuff; I've been writing down concepts for shadow magic and powers, how the Maw works, the various things the Lady of the Maw has to look after to keep it afloat... and the Ladies. Look, I'll say that I'm really happy with what I'm doing with Teapot and Rascal. And with Teapot in general. I really like the characterization I pulled out of my ass LMAOOOOOO and the DESIGN... ok so I'm willing to share a couple of the Teapot's I've doodled

(She's genuinely very silly [read: sick in the head]... i gave all the Ladies some nice additional details because. Ik the point is that they all look very similar but I love designing outfits fuck it this is MY au i do what I want)

So right now I have a suspicion that Seafarers will hit better when it's finished and can be read from beginning to end. Since it's longer (I plan it to be... around 15 chapters? A bit longer if the events require it to be.), there will be more time to let the stuff brew until it reaches its climax as intended.

#carols.txt #Seafarers (Lady Mom AU)#ftny #my writing #{HELP IM SORRY YOU DID *NOT* ASK FOR ALL OF THIS #i went off the rails...#anyway. thank you SO much #so so much #all i can say is the grind never stops and i always strive to get better #seafarers is a different genre so i dont expect it to draw the same reactions out of people but im sure it #will find its crowd👹#again off the rails but i remember peeps commenting that they liked my characterization of the Lady and that had me twirling my hair #giggling like omggg.... fr.... really... thank you! i know her personally and intimately #you could say carnally #HELP #shes so nice to me i would bake her the uncooked beans in the cans ... shes my baked bean (she's high)#INFKDKGMGH #someone send help for six because at this rate she'll lose her mind before the whole 《ladyfication》 process is even beginning}

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invisibleraven · 10 months

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Love Letter for the rarepair of your choice?

Dear Julie,

I like you, do you like me?

Yes No Maybe

Julie looked up as the words on the note registered in her mind. She had never gotten a note like this before, and briefly wondered if it were a joke. Or maybe intended for Julie Whitmore, even if her desk was on the opposite side of the room.

She glanced around, but didn't see anyone looking at her, waiting for her reply, or reaction even. Why had the person not signed the note?

She sighed and shoved the note into her bag, determined to forget it. Only yo pull it out and study it. The handwriting was unfamiliar, written in generic blue ink, so that ruled out half the girls i the room, since they mostly prefered glittery gel pens in every hue of the rainbow. It also ruled out all the people using black pens or pencils, and Julie did a quick scan of the room.

There was David K, who was a major bully and had called her mean names, so shuddered at the thought of him harbouring a crush on her. There was Marianna W, who was super cute with her bouncy ginger ringlets and bright gray eyes, but she was also dating one of the basketball players, so Julie doubted the note was from her.

That left Luke and Reggie, and Julie scoffed at the idea of either of them writing her a love note. They were her best friends, and terrible at hiding who they liked, so if they had a crush on her, either one, she would know about it. Plus their mutual best friend Alex would have told her already, since he quote 'couldn't stand heterosexual pining'.

But then again, they had all teased Alex about his giant pining crush on Willie back before they started dating, so she didn't think he had room to talk.

Plus she knew Luke's writing, given they song wrote together almost every day, and Reggie's from helping her with math homework, so that discounted them both. She crumbled the note back up and put it in her bag once more, determined to pay attention in class.

Only it was like an itch she couldn't quite reach, the need to know who could possibly be crushing on her.

But then she caught sight of someone she hadn't even considered tapping a blue pen against his chin-Nick Danforth Evans. AKA the cutest, sweetest boy in school. Also totally unobtainable, since he and Carrie had been dating since middle school. Even if they broke up every other month, they always managed to get back together. Julie didn't stand a chance with him.

Okay, so maybe she did like Nick, but it was a fantasy kind of crush-like the one you would have on a celebrity, a passing fancy more than real feelings. But if the note was from him, well he deserved an answer at least. She circled Yes nd tossed it on his desk, then hid her face in her hands.

Peering through her fingers she watched as Nick unfolded the note, and the confused little smile that he gave when he saw it.

Which is exactly when the bell chose to ring.

And Nick got up, sauntering over to her desk. "Hi Julie."

"Hi Nickalicious. Nicky poo. The Nickster!" Julie cringed, why was her mouth being so stupid?

"I appreciate the note," Nick said, thankfully not calling attention to how weird she was being. "But I didn't write it to you."

"Oh," Julie said, then gave a fake laugh. "Of course you didn't! I wasn't sure who did, and well, you had a blue pen and..."

"Oh, I borrowed the pen from Kayla," Nick said. "Mine died half way through, and she has so many, it wasn't a problem."

Julie's eyes flew wide open and then danced around the room looking for Kayla.

Gorgeous, talented Kayla who was always nice to everyone. Who came to every Phantoms gig, even if it earned her Carrie's ire. Who loaned Julie history notes when she caught mono earlier the year, and even stayed to help her study for the make up exam. Kayla who Julie had harboured a little bit of feelings for ever since, but didn't want to presume too much. Kayla who was looking at Julie with hopeful eyes right now.

She was standing there, oh so slowly packing up her bag, trying to make it look like she wasn't watching Nick and Julie...and blushing faintly. "I think I need that note back," she said quietly.

Nick chuckled. "Here you go, go get 'er tiger."

Julie smoothed out her clothes, shoved her things into her bag and walked over to Kayla. "I think this is yours," she said, casually handing over the note.

"I saw you toss it at Nick," Kayla said shyly. "I get it if the answer is different when you know I wrote it."

Julie hummed. "No, I think my answer is the same."

Kayla picked up the note and beamed. "Really?"

"Yeah," Julie said, extending her hand. "Maybe we could go get some milkshakes? Talk about it some more?"

"I'm lactose intolerant," Kayla replied apologetically.

"I know a place that does dairy free, we go there a lot because Alex is too."

"Well then, lead the way Molina," Kayla said, taking her hand.

And that night, with Kayla's lipgloss still faint on Julie's mouth, she put the little note in her dream box, and over the years, she had to get a whole separate one for all the little notes Kayla wrote her-right up to the one she used to propose.

#filled prompts #ficlet #julie/kayla #julie and the phantoms

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stanninghigedan · 2 days

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破顔 / Hagan / A Wide Smile

*reposted because I hated the formatting in the previous version of this post HAHA

Ahhhhh this was really tricky to translate as this song was full of metaphors (classic Satocchan). But even though it hurt my brain so much, I pushed through as I believe this is one of their best songs - I feel like it’s a love letter of some sort to their fans/supporters for being their light, and because they received so much love and support (light) from them, they will do their best to pass on that light to others through their music.

Anyway, hope this post and this song will make you smile widely, too :)

帰り道のライト　何らかの合図を　無機質に放つビルたちの名前は知らんよ　でもありがとう　開いてく心の搬入口

暖かな窓　カーテンの奥を　推し量ることは野暮だけど幸せ願うよ　暮らしのサインを　くれた顔も知らぬ仲間たち

あなたが居るなら人生は今日も平和だ

到底僕じゃ払えもしないような　深い闇さえもぼやかしてしまう街の誰そ彼の人生の　無数の美しさに途方に暮れる

ため息をつくと　止めてよってちょっと　叱ってくるおかしな奴がいる言葉ではないよ　点滅のレッド　泳ぐ四輪二輪魚の群れ

眺めてた僕の荷物は笑みへと変わった

到底ひとりじゃ作れもしないような　愛着の湧くシワのひとつひとつ君のあなたのお前たちの　その頼もしさに途方に暮れる

消えてくライト　静けさと共に　灯り出すライト　代わる代わる訪れる夜を　生き抜くための大事な光を宿してる誰も　届いてるちゃんと　ちゃんと　ちゃんと

到底僕じゃ払えもしないような　深い闇さえもぼやかしてしまう街の誰そ彼の人生の　無数の美しさに途方に暮れる

きっと僕らは受け取ってしまう　色んな恐怖も色んな悲しみもそれを背負ったもの同士だからこそ　互いを照らし合っては笑う

全てのライト　おやすみありがとう　届いてるちゃんと　ちゃんと

Kaerimichi no raito nanraka no aizu wo mukishitsu ni hanatsu biru tachi no Namae wa shiran yo demo arigatou hiraiteku kokoro no hannyuukou

Atataka na mado kaaten no oku wo oshihakaru koto wa yabo dakedo Shiawase negau yo kurashi no sain wo kureta kao mo shiranu nakamatachi

Anata ga iru nara jinsei wa kyou mo heiwa da

Toutei boku ja haraemo shinai you na fukai yami saemo boyakashite shimau Machi no tasogare no jinsei no musuu no utsukushisa ni tohou ni kureru*

Tameiki wo tsuku to tomete yotte chotto shikattekuru okashi na yatsu ga iru Kotoba de wa nai yo tenmetsu no reddo oyogu yonrin nirin sakana no mure

Nagameteta boku no nimotsu wa emi e to kawatta

Toutei hitori ja tsukuremo shinai you na aichaku no waku shiwa no hitotsu hitotsu Kimi no anata no omaetachi no sono tanomoshisa ni tohou ni kureru

Kieteku raito shizukesa to tomo ni tomoridasu raito kawaru kawaru Otozureru yoru wo ikinuku tame no daiji na hikari wo Yadoshiteru daremo todoiteru chanto chanto chanto

Toutei boku ja haraemo shinai you na fukai yami saemo boyakashite shimau Machi no tasogare no jinsei no musuu no utsukushisa ni tohou ni kureru

Kitto bokura wa uketotte shimau ironna kyoufu mo ironna kanashimi mo Sore wo seotta mono doushi dakara koso tagai wo terashi atte wa warau

Subete no raito oyasumi arigatou todoiteru chanto chanto

The lights on the way home, being emitted by those cold, lifeless buildings, serves as some sort of signal I may not know their names, but I'm thankful, (since) they opened up the (service) entrance to their hearts

Although it's dumb to guess who or what’s behind these curtains and warm windows I wish these friends, who have been giving me signs to live, happiness, even though I don't know their faces

As long as you're here, this life, as well as the present, will be peaceful

I am in awe of the beauty of the countless stars (scattered across) the vast twilight sky in this city* A darkness so deep that it's impossible to clear it up no matter how much I try - even if I do try, it'll just be blurry at best

As I breathed a sigh, I stopped for a while; a weird guy scolds at someone Without any words, the red lights blinked; the four-wheeled and two wheeled vehicles moving like a school of fishes (also begin to stop)

I watched as my baggages turned into smiles

I am left in awe of the kindness of each and every one of you** That even if one doesn't make an effort to make connections, one by one, those feelings (of affection) eventually reach me, like a ripple

The lights come on and then disappear with the silence, they change, one after the other That precious light that keeps us alive during the nights that (always) come I'll carry it with me and make sure it reaches someone, for sure, I'll make sure of that

I am in awe of the beauty of the countless stars (scattered across) the vast twilight sky in this city A darkness so deep that it's impossible to clear it up no matter how much I try - even if I do try, it'll just be blurry at best

Surely, we'll have to accept everything - even the (various) fears and sadness It is exactly because we go through all these things together that we can shine and laugh at these together

The lights, as well as the good night and thank you's - I'll make sure they reach someone, for sure

T/N

"*OH GOD HOW DO I EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN THESE TWO LINES IT WAS SO HARD TO TRANSLATE BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE WHATEVER TRANSLATION I MAKE IT WILL NOT DO THE LINES JUSTICE :(( I WILL ALWAYS BE AMAZED OF HOW SATOCCHAN IS A GENIUS WITH WORDS. Tasogare, with the kanji he used in the lyrics, would mean "who is that?". This is actually an old adage/old way of referring to unknown people. In recent times, ""tasogare"" (with the kanji 黄昏) means "twilight", which, actually comes from the old meaning of tasogare. If you look at the lyrics, you will see that both meanings of tasogare work with the context of the song = it may mean that he is completely overwhelmed by the beauty of the lives of the immeasurable number of people he's never known in town (as immeasurable as the stars in the twilight sky). The people interpretation will also work with the song as it can be used as reference for the second chorus (kimi no anata no omaetachi no)."

"**Kimi no, anata no, omaetachi no - kimi, anata, and omae all mean ""you"" when translated into english, but the differences in these lie in the degree of closeness the speaker has with the other party being pertained to. Kimi is more casual and can refer to friends, family, and loved ones, anata to other people one knows (acquaintances, etc; but can also be used with people you have a very close relationship with, especially since anata is sometimes used between husband and wife), and omaetachi to those you don't have a personal relationship with."

#official髭男dism #official hige dandism #higedan #translation #hagan #破顔 #Spotify

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do i dare//disturb the universe?

words: 1621

chapter 1/?

pairing: eugene sledge/john “bucky” egan

summary: Eugene Sledge and John Egan are both adrift in the wake of the War. They find each other in a small bar in a small corner of Chinatown. And the rest, as they say, is history.

also posted on my ao3: @wintersangels69

"And indeed there will be time

To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —

(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —

(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)

Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."

-The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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There were certain things he couldn’t do anymore. Certain things he couldn’t take. And one of them was sitting still. After- well, after, there had been talk of sending him back stateside. Buck had headed back to Wyoming soon as V-E Day and went, and Bucky was right behind him. That was, before the goddamned Docs put a stop to it. As they so helpfully pointed out, Buck had had time to recover. Had been fed and watered and was back to looking like a real human being in between his rescue and his transfer back to East Anglia. Not so with Bucky. According to medical personal on base, Bucky wasn’t going to be able to go anywhere for at least six months. See, Bucky was down to 125 lbs, half his teeth had rotted out somewhere between Bremen and Berlin, he had sores all on his feet infected and peeling from frostbite, and to top it all off he had what the Docs were calling “mono-nueropathy of the upper limb” which really just meant that his left arm kept fucking twitching. Wouldn’t goddamn stay still. All of this combined meant that Bucky himself would have to stay still. And for a long time.

It was killing him, honest to God. Buck had given him a sort of sympathetic look before he was set to leave, standing awkward by his bedside. Like he was asking John for forgiveness. For what, he couldn’t be quite sure. For leaving maybe. But it seemed lately like Buck was always leaving. Those last few months marching from one camp to the next, he had started to forget Buck’s face. The color of his eyes. The way his eyebrow would twitch when he thought something was especially funny. All he could remember was the back of his head, gleaming and golden and leaving him. Always, always leaving. But that’s how it was, wasn’t it? With people like him. Unnatural, too loud, too brash, cloying and clinging and desperate for an ounce of human touch or feeling. It never worked. No matter what he did. Whether he was loud or quiet, strong or weak, joyful or stoic. He’d made himself into a million different men between the time of his birth and the time of his discharge from the military hospital, and none of them had ever warranted anything but the back of some poor fucker’s head. He’d had a lot of time to think on that, while recovering. He’d heard the boys in the middle of the night cry out, and he’d try and pace with his stupid fucking feet, and he’d stare out the windows as the nurses fussed over him, and he’d think. About Buck. About Leaving. About Home. About what any of it all meant now that he’d survived. What were you supposed to do, after you had spent years sure you would die, trying desperately to do anything you could to survive? What did it mean to live after all of that? It seemed to Bucky like everyone around him had it figured out. Everyone but him.

He wasn’t pathetic enough to follow Gale to Wyoming. He’d had a letter delivered two weeks before his release about the wedding. And that was great. Real great. He wanted to be angry, but he knew he wouldn’t have come to the thing even if he’d been able to, even if the wedding had been held off until he could walk on his own two feet. They were young, and in love, Gale and Marge, like two fucking little Dresden Dolls, perfect happy life perfect happy family. He would have ruined it anyways. And now there was no place for him. All those nights, the soft brush of a hand in his hair, whispering, love you, Buck, love you, and never once hearing it in return. There was no place for him there. They discharged him in April 1946, after months of grueling recovery and only a handful of letters, and he headed out for somewhere. Somewhere else.

From the top deck of the boat, crowded on all sides, he could feel the breeze in his hair, and it didn’t feel like freedom should have. It just felt like more nothing.

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He was back on Peleliu in the dream, for some reason. Sid was above him, blood leaking from his open mouth. He hadn’t known what to do. He tried to call for a Corpsman, but the words wouldn’t come. He couldn’t move his arms couldn’t move his legs just the oppressive heat drowning him. And then he’d felt fingers in his mouth, and he’d looked up, and there was Merriell, his glacier blue eyes wide with unhinged glee, a knife in hand, tearing out his back molar. He tried to scream, tried to tell him. It’s me. It’s me. But the image shifted. And instead of Merriell it was him, Eugene, grinning at him beneath the pelting rain. He pulled out his own teeth, one by one, his face in an approximation of a smile, laughing, and then-

He woke up silently. He couldn’t help it if he tried. The memory of that noise, the shovel hitting the poor fucker whose name he never learnt, the memory wouldn’t let him ever get to anything but a choked out whine in his sleep. No matter how bad the dreams got. His mind knew, vaguely, that he was back home. But his body was still on that airfield, in the middle of a warm wet hell, saying, “It was him or us.”

He wasn’t gonna be able to sleep. So instead he wandered downstairs, watching the sun rise through the curtains. College, of course, had been a bust. He was technically on break and set to return in the fall, but he knew deep down he wasn’t going back. Couldn’t stand to look in the eyes of people his age and see souls lurking back there. The resentment within him bubbled up each time he saw souls that still lived and breathed and hadn’t been left back with a crying baby in Okinawa. And besides, he couldn't stand their smug indifference, as if any of them knew what it had been like in the thick of it. Half of them hadn’t even served, and the other half kept talking about the European Theatre like it meant something to him. They’d been back home for a year before he’d had an inkling of returning to the waking world, and it showed. While they celebrated Hitler’s defeat he was in a foxhole being shot at, losing his humanity inch by inch.

Part of him wanted to go to New Orleans. To ask why. Why. Why wasn’t he good enough for Merriell? Why did he leave him there, sleeping, on that train bound for Alabama? Part of him wanted to run down the street to Sid and Mary’s house and start screaming at the both of them. “I used to fuck your husband! I used to fuck him! And he left me there without saying fucking goodbye! He didn’t warn me!”

He didn’t warn me. And now it was all too late. He wouldn’t go back to school. And he’d been trying to survive for so long he couldn’t kill himself. And he couldn’t stand the thought of New Orleans and the rejection he’d find there. And going to Sid’s was really just a funny little fantasy, something to indulge in when he was feeling real low and wanted to cry for the sake of crying. There was nowhere left to go, nowhere really. And he couldn’t stay here.

The urge to flee came inside of him and started tapping at the walls of his chest. He had to get out of Mobile. He had to leave, now.

In his room he spent an hour packing the essentials. His Bible from the War tucked into his back pocket. A few changes of clothes. Soap and a razor and a second pair of shoes. A book by Eliot. It was funny. Before the war, he always thought Eliot was a real sop. Could never get into the lilting rhymes. But now, it seemed reading Four Quartets or Alfred Prufrock was the only thing that could get him to calm down when the noise reached unbearable levels inside his own head.

There was only one thing for it, really. New York. The idea called to him, deep in his bones. He could feel it. He could belong in New York. He could be as inverted as he wanted to be and no one would bat an eye if he picked the right neighborhood. He could hide among the faces of strangers and forget that the word sledgehammer existed in the English dictionary. It would be like Peking. Which he had learned to love so dearly. The noise and the beautiful tonal language, the bright lights and the rickshaws. Maybe he’d move to Chinatown even. He knew the language alright, and he’d never felt as at home as when he was dining with one of the host families last winter. Yes. Yes. This would be good. This would be a fresh start.

He left a letter to his parents. He didn’t want to give it more thought than it needed. A swift separation was for the best. It was only a matter of time before they too got sick of him, and sent him to the hospital, having seen the weakness and the black ooze at the heart of him.

By noon he was on a train headed due North, set to run into the open embrace of a new city. Set to run straight into the back of one John Egan.

#fanfiction #cranked this bad boy out at 4am lmaoooo #im dedicated to this crossover pairing now so beware!!!!!#john bucky egan #john egan #eugene sledge #the pacific #masters of the air #post canon au #i love u buck i love u snafu i love u sid but u guys r not in this one !!#i decided to singlehandedly END the yearning train #yearning js out being madly in love with ur boyfriend in new york is IN #they should have been at the club and so im writing them at the club!!! in the next chapter lmao #its going to be giving scudder maurice vibes ok its going to be giving second chance at love love at first sight vibes #i promise ill finish this fic it wont be like my stranger things one

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🅰🅱🅾🆄🆃 🅼🅴

I'm Ezra, I'm a 38yo happily married, but non monogamous, Australian queer trans man, drug addict. I've been into true crime since I was 9yo (April/May 1995) when I had mono, and I was being looked after by my uncle. He was into true crime, and most of his books were crime books. The first one I read was The Stranger Beside Me by Ann Rule (about Ted Bundy); followed by the first 5 books by Chopper Read (an Australian criminal, who wrote books about his exploits while in prison, they made a movie about him, called Chopper, staring Eric Bana. I highly recommend watching it, it's on YouTube, just search for "Chopper Full Movie"), and finally A Father's Story by Lionel Dahmer (Jeffery Dahmer's father). I was immediately hooked on true crime.

𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤

Columbine; Julian Knight (1987 Hoddle St Massacre, Melbourne Australia); Martin Bryant (1996 Port Arthur Massacre, Tasmania Australia); Snowtown Murders; Blake Leibel; Robyn Lindholm (Melbourne's Black Widow Stripper Murderer, who murdered at least 2 of her boyfriends, and was the last person to see a stripper she worked with before she vanished); the men who were behind the importation of 4.4 tonnes (15 million tablets) of ecstasy into Australia in 2007; John William Samuel Higgs; outlaw motorcycle clubs; Tony Mokbel; Carl Williams; the late 90s early 00s Melbourne Gangland War; 2007 Melbourne CBD Shooting; the Allen-Pettingill Family; Truro Murders; Brendan Abbott aka The Postcard Bandit; John Killick (mostly his escape from Silverwater Correctional Centre in a helicopter that his girlfriend hijacked); and loads of Australian Crimes, from cold blooded killers to drug kingpins to armed robbers to stand over men to outlaw bikies and everyone in between.

𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤

I love drugs, hard drugs, not pot; tattoos; piercings; tea; writing letters; watching my hubby play Destiny II and Cyberpunk; playing Kingdom Hearts, all editions; reading, I read 3 books a week that are at least 250 pages long; baking; pretty girls; dangerous men; sex work; sex workers; sex work activism; drug user activism; combat sports; BDSM and kink; hanging out on the internet; my cat; making new friends; partying with my best friend Dani; heroin; meth; an dim sure there's other shit that I'm into, that I can't remember.

𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖

Apes of the State; Pat The Bunny; Mischief Brew; L7; Hole; Nine Inch Nails; Local News Legend; Placebo; Smashing Pumpkins; KMFDM; Chemical Brothers; Ministry; NOFX; Screeching Weasel; Frenzal Rhomb; Magic Dirt; Rammstein; Lagwagon; Green Day; TISM; Thundamentals; Horror show; Hilltop Hoods; Joelistics; Ay Huncho; One Four; Throbbing Gristle; Genesis P Orridge; Leftover Crack; Star Fucking Hipsters; The Infested; Choking Victim; Operation Ivy; Black Flag; The Vandals; Refused; Tim Timebomb; The Queers; The Cramps; The Methadones; New York Dolls; Alien Sex Fiend; Iggy and the Stooges; Germs; Circle Jerks; Dead Kennedys; Minor Threat; Descendants; T.S.O.L; Agent Orange; Dyke Drama; Subhumans; Pansy Division; Limp Wrist; Buzzcocks; and plenty more

𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖

Natural Born Killers; Pulp Fiction; Kalifornia; True Romance; Spun; Requiem for a Dream; Drugstore Cowboy; Kids; Sid and Nancy; Chopper; Texas Chainsaw Massacre; Evil Dead; Lord of War; Trainspotting; Velvet Goldmine; The Basketball Diaries; Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas; Gia; Blow; Candy; Permanent Midnight; Rush, The Panic In Needle Park; Zero Day; The Big Lebowski; Dusk til Dawn; Kill Bill; Naked Lunch; and others I can't think of right now.

𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖

"Sombrero Fallout: A Japanese Novel", and "The Abortion: An Historical Romance 1966" and "Revenge of the Lawn" by Richard Brautigan; the "Sandman Slim" series and "Angel Scene" by Richard Kadrey; "Naked Lunch" and "Junkie" and "Queer" by William S Burroughs; "Chopper" 1-10 by Chopper Read; the 17 "Underbelly" books by John Silvester and Andrew Rule; "Exquisite Corpse" by Poppy Z Brite; "SCUM Manifesto" by Valerie Solanas; "The Sluts" by Dennis Cooper; "Trainspotting" and "The Blade Artist" by Irvine Welsh; "These Things Happen" and "The Good Son" by Greg Fleet; "Stone Butch Blues" by Leslie Feinberg; "Red Dragon" and "Silence of the Lambs" and "Hannibal" by Thomas Harris; "A Whore's Manifesto" by Kay Kassirer; "Whore Stories" Tyler Stoddard Smith; and too many more to name.

#about me #pinned post #pinned intro

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Mimi so I've been reading mh like from maybe 5th chapter? I think so. And then I started Mono. I've read a few of the drabbles. And finished your already completed stories. I like your long chapters, your style and approach. I have already told you what an amazing writer you are. But please let me waste a min of yours to tell you again what an incredible author you are.

I have a hard time waiting(only when it comes to reading), otherwise I am a very patient person I can wait for series episodes or movies but just not books. Now I know it sounds like a petty excuse but only books make me so impatient yet some how I've never felt that way with a webtoon and your stories. I oddly am not bothered a bit by the wait time. There is this other fic of jungkook i really like and that author updates like after 3-6 months.

So I've promised myself I will wait for your stories to finish before starting. Mono and Mh are the ongoing ones I really love. Recently I've been in a slump. I have a hard time doing anything and am going through a bad space, so I decided I'd read Away from you and broke the promise I made. Lol. And I'm totally gald I did it.

Woman you make me weak in the knees. I'm so so wipped for Yoongi the more I read your stories. (I'm pretty sure my bias would be pissed)

On my knees for you bowing. Handsdown to the most amazing fanfic author. Mimi Im so glad I've known you.

I never understood when Seokjin (My Beloved Bias 😇) said he likes Namjoon's sexy brain.

I'm totally in love with your sexy brain, the way you think.

I love you so freaking much!!

If I were your Man(speaking biology

=not possible), I'd never let you go.

And so imma settle for bestie. 🫂

I learnt a lot about you the way you answer your asks. Your personality. Your humour and boy you are naughty!

Ha sorry if that sounded inappropriate. 😳

Now I sound like a teenager. And this is turning into a love letter.

So to my cutest snowflake, thankyou for your words, your time and sharing your art with us.

Imma call you snowflake❄!

Tk.

Promises are meant to be broken 🤙 hahaha

Thank you for loving my stories! I’m sorry you’re going through something, I really hope you’ll feel better asap! Fingers crossed 🤞

Yeah, I understand how waiting can be painful, especially when you like the story a lot. Every writer has a different schedule, but I do think there’s still a lot to choose from for ppl who don’t wanna read ongoing stories. You’re right, there are writers who update one chapter once in six months or more. And that’s absolutely fine :) Trust me, all of us (the writers) appreciate when readers are patient and understanding! 🦋

Thank you again! 💘

#ask

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Namjoon on Weverse 20221201:

[ENG]

Hello, my beloved ones.

I bid you hello at the tail end of 2022.

Tomorrow, around 15 years since I started music,

in the last month of my 20s, my first album gets to come out.

A lot of complicated thoughts occupy my mind,

but one thought I have constantly had is that all the pieces of my work including my previous releases were for me to put out this one album.

First of all, thank you so much.

With the trust that so many have become aware of my trivial but sincere, true intentions, I was able to even more bravely and truthfully blend the music and languages that are close to the shape of my heart as of now.

I was so lucky.

To be honest, it’s not that I had in mind a certain song to be the title track.

All the songs are of equal importance to me, truly.

In this era of streaming, I feel nervous and a little uneasy to have a 4:33-long, mostly Korean song as the title track.

But none of the songs was intended to cause any hype or noise! (I mean it.)

Just like my ID Archive, I think it’d be enough for me if these songs can be recorded in and bloom inside many people’s hearts, with their everlasting scents even after time passes.

You might have found it a little strange to see many people being featured in my first solo album, but this album is like an exhibition that I curated myself. You will understand once you see how they and I harmonize.

Every single person who participated had their own wavelength that cannot be replaced by anyone else, and every single one of them was my first priority to bring!

More than anything, I owe all of them some minutes, some hours, or even some months or some years of my life.

I have always wanted to become someone like them to someone else.

I have already created and filmed a good amount of content and am just drinking solo at home feeling melancholy and somewhat empty... But like 10 years ago,I try to not doubt that true hearts will connect by true hearts, and love will be connected by love.

While I did not plan things out from the beginning like mono, like the explanation “10 Blues Included,” they become beautiful, diverse colors of indigo that were hidden in me.

I ask you to please listen to the songs in order.

I plan to unfold this album with various content of my own that I have had in my mind for a long time.

It would be nice to have everyone like it, but with a daring attitude of “well, if not, what about it” and with the confidence of believing that there must be one share of blue that pleases you out of the ten, I will see you tomorrow.

With the same facial expression and the same gesture, but in a more refined, imposing wavelength, I send you my old letters.

I wish you take and hold them dearly.

Wishing these songs represent not some reckless bravado but the courage you gave me.

- Namjoon

Translation by @/doolsetbangtan on Twitter

#bts #your admin is crying her eyes out #rm #kim namjoon #indigo #namjoon's letters #weverse #🐞

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Hello fellow rarepair lover 👋 I'm on the lookout for the rarest of the rarepair fics and considering your side character love I am wondering what are the rarest ones you have found within stargate atlantis.

I love your chuck/grodin fic btw ❤️

Ahhh!! Thank you!

I'm so happy you love it! and that you came to me for rarepair recs!!

The rarest of the rare eh? Hm, 🤔

My first thought is Universal Constants by alyse. It's a Bates/Radek fic told from Bates perspective.

Rated: M

Words: 6,589

Summary: In every base that Michael Bates has ever been stationed, there's always been a 'go to guy'.

My second thought is One Kiss Later by Lobelia321 it's a Rodney/April Bingham and I believe this pairing blows all of them out of the water in terms of rarity.

But twotales, whotf is April Bingham? A OC?

She's the girl Rodney kissed in algebra club who gave him mono. The one he talks about during Letters from Pegasus.

Unrated but I'd say it's T

Words: 3,168

Summary: When biogenetic mineralogist April Bingham got posted to Atlantis at the far ends of the universe, she had not expected to run into whatsisname from Oshawa High algebra club. Guy with the washcloth mouth and the award for worst kisser of 1986.

I don't know if I can beat that one. If anyone knows rarer ones I'd love to read those asap!

Here's a couple others:

Guest Quarters by Penknife

Daniel Jackson/Radek

Rated: M

Words: 2,643

Summary: Radek is pretty sure that Daniel's motives aren't pure, but he doesn't have a problem with that.

Quicksilver in the Hand by ariadne83 and lunabee34

Rodney/Brendan Gall and Rodney/Svetlana Markov(sg1) so a double rarepair whammy.

Rated: E

Words: 25,880

Summary: Rodney McKay met Brendan Gall years before the Atlantis expedition. This story explains their relationship from the beginning through Gall's death in "The Defiant One."

Thanks for the ask!! I hope this is what you were looking for! 🦊💚💛

#asks #rarepairs #fanfic #sga #stargate atlantis #rodney mckay #radek zelenka #bates #april bingham #daniel jackson #brendan gall #svetlana markov #twotalesficrec #ah don't you just love asks?#anon

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struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor · 7 months

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hey, how would you rank all the albums and singles that have been released so far in bts chapter 2? I'd love to read your thoughts

That's a tall order!

As far as albums go:

D-Day (Agust D's music speaks the most of me, although this is by far the worst album of the Agust D trilogy imo. Still, lyrically it's good and Snooze is a masterpiece)

Indigo (really good album, but not really my style, particularly songs like Closer. It's an easier listen than Mono but I still prefer the latter. RM's an amazing lyricist but I often can't connect with, or even understand, the way he writes)

Face (not a bad album, but also not my style, and less enjoyable and interesting than Indigo. SMF Pt. 2 and LC grew on me, and Letter is really sweet)

Layover (also not my style, and very safe, but super easy listening and the songs are surprisingly catchy)

JITB (Hobi challenged himself for sure, and I love More and Arson more than any track in Layover, but Hobi's rapping and singing tone, as well as some of the lyrics in JITB aren't very enjoyable to me. It's also not an easy listening album, so if it's not your style, it's not easy to enjoy it, but I admire a lot Hobi's range and what he accomplished with this album)

On to singles/collabs, which is half of chapter 2 lmao, let's see...

That That (does this count as chapter 2? It's just fun and iconic)

Sexy Nukim (this song slaps so hard it might be tied for number 1)

Don't Ever Say Love Me (amazing song and RM sounds so so good and sexy, but I admittedly haven't listened to it much)

Smoke Sprite (really good song too, RM sure knows how to choose his collabs, he's been doing so well in chapter 2)

Take Two (honestly not sure if I should put this third or here? It's hard to compare an OT7 song with solo songs, or to compare indie with pop. I do think it lacks something though, but it has some great vocals and is emotional to listen to)

Seven (I listen to Seven the most. I'm Jungkook biased and his voice is so soothing to me. Seven has some excellent vocals and the instrumental is really nice. It's a good song with bad lyrics and an unnecessary feature. It had so much potential. Imagine what Jungkook could've done with Latto's part and wittier lyrics. This song could've jumped a few spots up, at least. I'm probably being unfair and should move this further up the list tbh)

Dreamers (I listen to it a lot. It's hype and I like Jungkook's voice, but it's also a bit ugly? When you listen to it it's fun, but it's a bit ugly too haha. I love how dynamic it is. Jungkook did a great job, especially performing it live. It's iconic)

On the street (I like the song quite a bit, though it's emotional to me, but I don't like J. Cole's part, aside from his adlibs. His verses are too long and he even brought religion into it. It's a great song, but I put Dreamers ahead of it due to replay value. If I choose to listen to Dreamers more, then maybe I should put it first? Dunno)

The Planet (it's a nice, refreshing track, and it's nice to hear the members)

Vibe (it gets better the more you listen to it, and I like how Jimin and Taeyang sang. Should it be number 8 or 9? It's hard to decide!)

The Astronaut (I can't listen to The Astronaut without crying. I love the song, and it has a lot of meaning to all of us, but it's not super impressive. It doesn't have much replay value)

Rush Hour (haven't listened to it much, but it's cool)

Left and Right (I've listened to it more than most other songs so I enjoy it more, in a way, and it's not much worse than Vibe or Rush Hour. The instrumental is nice, but the song would be so, so much better it it was just Jungkook... He elevates basic pop songs so well - easy, catchy and fun instrumentals, paired up with Jungkook's polished, clear yet raspy, vocals, makes for the best combo)

Bad Decisions (this is one song no one cared for. I think my mom's the only person who really liked it lmao)

I haven't listened to Angel pt.1 or pt.2 because of what's his face. I listened to pt. 1 in JK's live and that was enough. Jimin didn't have many lines from what I remember.

Am I missing something? Please let me know and I'll edit the post lmao. Thanks for the ask! What do you think about my rankings? What are yours?

#ask #bts #text #thanks for the ask!

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