#exo trash

[maximura]

So. I’ve been in kpop since I was an actual CHILD and consider myself a self proclaimed authority on Vocal Excellence. AS SUCH, the EXO: Killing Voice video is Thee Tippy Toppest example of Vocal Excellence. It’s the Mount Everest of Kpop Vocals. There is NO room for criticisms. No group has been this consistent for this long. 

[not-xpr-art]

EXO - Cream Soda fanart ~

A surrealist inspired amalgamated group portrait done in colouring pencils and outlined in pen

(07/2023)

taking the 'exo we are one' to the next level because i couldn't be bothered to do a whole series inspired by their recent album lol (which i LOVE btw)

[excessexorcism]

Item #39

Cheap earrings. :<

This turned out to be a letdown. These are the Door Knocker Drop Earrings by Universal Thread from Target. I was influenced by my friend who is always wearing fun, quirky earrings. She wasn't there or anything, but lately I've been thinking "I want to be a fun earring girlie too." My gut was advising me to stick with local vendors from festival booths and shops for a curated, unique collection. However, when I spotted these at Target for $7.99, I thought, "why not"? Unfortunately, they only lasted one wear before one of them broke I'm thoroughly annoyed. Despite feeling flimsy during my store examination, I didn't heed my gut feeling.

Moreover, I seriously need to kick the habit of buying things on a whim, especially when I'm not supporting individual or local artists and vendors. The truth is, I don't need more stuff, and I want to be more deliberate with my purchases. However, in those fleeting moments, like when I'm in the middle of buying cat food and spot something cute, I forget and just go for it.

Verdict: Total fail. These earrings weren't that expensive, but they broke after minimal wear. At $7.99, which is cheaper than many earrings from local vendors, I still catch myself saying, post-purchase, "I'd rather have the $8.00."

[dmumt]

found a 3am notes app entry from the other day where i assigned exo members to iasip characters why did i say jongdae was artemis helpppp

[theboytatu]

how was smtown???

it kept raining all throughout the hours previous to the concert starting. we were handed trash bags like katrina victims but luckily it ended right before the show started 👍

the venue was half empty so they relocated almost everyone and luckily it didn't look as empty in the end. i ended up with front row view so yay for smtown flopping ❤️

tvxq and key had THE single best performances of the night. by far. like oh my god. what a show. WHAT A GOOD FUCKING SHOW

the flops of the night were nct 127 and riize. even wish and dream had better performances than them like omfg? 127 were not even trying man. i've seen them before live and this performance was painful to see. they're clearly missing taeyong. plus haechan wasn't even trying he wasn't moving. johnny and jungwoo were a fucking mess. the only ones that sort of tried were yuta and doyoung. like i'm a yuta hater and i ended up thanking him for trying to pick up the pace. maybe it was the altitude but like. they also looked pissed idk there were weird vibes all around

WAYV PERFORMED LOVE TALK AND I PASSED AWAY. sadly i couldn't really see ten that much but honestly. seeing him on the big screen was enough. by god it was enough.

shinee were superb. sadly they had no group songs but minho and key were.... glowing. when they came together to do their ment key shouted in spanish SHINEE IS FOREVER and promised the full group will come back with a world tour!!! 🥺

also lowkey the chemistry between them is. honestly kinda crazy lmfao. minho was glued to key's waist the entire time like he was ON HIM like a man who just told you he wants to go steady and blew off all his side pieces. not to be a delusional motherfucker but i think key let him hit it before the show like jesus dude

SOMEHOW ENDED UP A SUJU STAN....? these men do not play about mexico. like oh god. eunhyuk and leeteuk were insane. kyuhyun is SO loved the entire stadium went BATSHIT every time he was the focus

exo. exo. EXO. 10/10. still can't believe they're real and that i saw them with my own two eyes. chanyeol is INSANE looking live. like he is drop dead gorgeous. and GIGANTIC?

also chanyeol came up to our side of the stage. i was wearing a cherry cap and he might have seen it. i know he pointed to our area and my lizard brain is choosing to believe that means we're destined to be together. best y/n moment of the night 10/10 no notes.

their performance of git it up was also top 3 of the night. like kai added so much flavor to it. they were insane. i did cry a little bit at their mention when they said they really couldn't believe they still had fans here. jesus christ i will petrol bomb sm hq one day i swear to god

we saved ourselves from an nct dream love me right cover and i thank every god above for that. they still managed to put on a better performance than the rest of nct (sans wayv) so like. that tells you where the whole group is at.

sadly the girl groups had little time to shine imo but we got an amazing performance of bad boy and red flavor by rv. i am not an rv stan but it was great to see tbh. im happy they could come here because they have a huge fanbase too

aespa were great!! it's just that i literally saw them already two months ago so it was like yay ❤️ my girls ❤️ they used handheld mics for their performances - thank GOD they sang live this time around instead of lipsyncing... sm doesn't let them sing live for some reason and they looked really happy to be able to actually sing the fucking songs. they gave us whiplash, next level and supernova. 10/10 no notes

also their outfits being miles better than the ones they wore at their own concert stop 😭 ningning looked ETHEREAL. holy fucking shit. her hair and makeup were flawless. people literally gasped when she came on the screen.

everybody looked really happy to be there except for half of nct riize and h2h lol. i think they're obviously pretty overworked and flying here less than 24 hours before the concert was such a shit idea.... like idols were literally saying we're still jetlagged we're still tired jfksjkdkf. the altitude is no joke!! </3

overall this was an AMAZING concert. like if you're any partially an sm group stan you will really enjoy it. they played the full four hour set too. i highly recommend anyone going if they still can. sadly i am in this pink blood shit for life i cannot lie to myself. this impact is different. these idols are simply built different sorry!!!! 💖💖💖

[darl-ingfics]

Feveruary Day 17: "I know you want to help but you’re only making things worse.” 

Fandom: ATEEZ, EXO

Sickie: Yunho (migraine), Hongjoong (stress)

Caregiver(s): Suho

Word Count: 1563

Notes: Anon who requested this said 'unexpected caretaker,' so... why don't we mix some fandoms?

Yunho was not Hongjoong’s problem child. The dancer was always so positive. Even when he was tired or in a bad mood, Yunho had an innate talent for swallowing his own problems and putting on a smile for those around him. He was ATEEZ’s mood maker, the one fueling their joy. 

Which made it all the harder when Yunho was the one causing problems backstage at a music show. 

Hongjoong had noticed that Yunho looked pale when they’d left the dorms. He’d noticed an unusual quietness about the dancer. But he hadn’t pursued it, assuming that Yunho had slept poorly, and would be fine once he fully woke up. Hongjoong himself had pressed an energy drink into Yunho’s hand, a new brand they’d had yet to try, and Yunho had accepted it was a half-second grateful smile. 

But the normally cheerful Yunho’s mood hadn’t changed post-caffeine. In fact, it seemed to grow worse. He stumbled three times during their dance practice, growing more frustrated each time. He also seemed more irritated by the members mistakes; usually, he corrected them kindly, but today, he snapped critiques. Something was off, but Hongjoong wasn’t able to address it given the tightness of their schedule. 

Things came to a head once ATEEZ were in their dressing room for the stage that night, post-hair and makeup. Music was blaring from all direction (the stage was relatively close, and other groups were hyping themselves up in dressing rooms on either side of them). The lights in the room were harsh and bright. The room itself was small, the members voices echoing shrilly. Yunho had been usually quiet, keeping to himself when he’d usually be causing mischief. 

That ended a minute after Yunho had shrugged on his stage outfit: tight blank pants and a fitted jacket. Not a minute after the heavy material was on his body, Hongjoong watched the dancer’s face drain of color, then turn a sickly green, all before Yunho lurched towards the trash can and unceremoniously threw up. 

The room went silent, only the sound of Yunho gagging echoing now. 

Seonghwa and Mingi were at his side instantaneously. 

“You’re okay,” Seonghwa soothed as Yunho’s retching turned to sobs. The eldest guided the dancer to the floor while Mingi pulled the trash can from his hands. “You’re okay, baby…” Seonghwa maneuvered them both so Yunho could lay against his shoulder.

“Nooooo,” the dancer whined, pulling back from Seonghwa, who looked up meaningfully at Hongjoong. 

“No what, love?” Mingi asked, carding a hand through Yunho’s hair. That action caused Yunho to cry out in distress, pulling back from both Mingi and Seonghwa, collapsing in on himself. 

“Don’t touch me!” he wailed, eyes squeezing tightly shut against his legs. “It hurts!”

“What hurts?!”

“EVERYTHING!” 

It was all too much. 

Hongjoong violently vaulted out of his chair and burst through the door into the hallway. He had no idea where he was going, who was watching him. He didn’t care. His legs carried him as far as they were able, and when he couldn’t move anymore, he sunk onto the floor, back against the wall, and sat with his knees pulled to his chest, face smushed against his knees. 

Today was the most fucked clusterfuck he’d encountered yet, and Hongjoong felt incredibly out of his depth. 

“Hey.” 

Hongjoong raised his head, slapping a hand over his mouth after squeaking in surprise. Kneeling in front of him were Suho and Chanyeol of EXO. “Oh my god!” He hid his face in his hands. 

“Hey, hey, none of that.” Suho shook his head as he reached for Hongjoong’s hands, gently pulling them away from his face. “Right now, we’re not EXO. You’re not Ateez. I am Junmyeon, and he is Chanyeol, and you are Hongjoong, and we are having a conversation as normal people, yeah?” Hongjoong swallowed, centering himself, before nodding. “Good. What’s wrong?”

Hongjoong took a deep breath. “One of my members is… I don’t know, something’s wrong.”

“Tell me about it.”

Hongjoong blew out another breath, puffing out his cheeks. “Yunho, my usually sunny, kind puppy member, is nauseous and dizzy and confused and in so much pain all of the sudden and… and I don’t know how to help him. And he refuses to sit out. But everything my members keep doing�� it’s making it worse.” 

“That’s a lot to handle by yourself,” Chanyeol commented, reaching a hand forward to grasp Hongjoong’s knee affectionately. 

“And I can’t… I don’t know what to do about it. I…” His voice broke. “My member literally threw up and I ran out of the room. I abandoned him when I needed him most.”

“Hongjoong-ah…” Chanyeol’s voice was soft, softer than Hongjoong felt he deserved. 

“Hey.” Cool hands on his cheeks snapped Hongjoong’s attention to the dark eyes searching meaningfully for his own. Junmyeon’s lips were pressed into a tight line, but the look on his face was pure love. “Sometimes, there are situations you, as the leader, cannot control. If management says you have to perform, you have to. If management says, ‘do what you want,’ and your members say ‘I want to perform’ even when they’re sick as a dog, you can’t make them sit out. They’re adults. They get to make those calls, even if they make the choice that stresses you out, because you feel the pressure as leader to do right by them. But you’re just one person, and you aren’t responsible for them all the time. AND, it’s completely normal for situations to arise that you haven’t dealt with before, and it’s okay to say you don’t know what to do and ask for help, yeah?” 

Hongjoong paused, allowing the older man’s words to sink in, before he nodded.

“You’re doing an amazing job, you now.” Junmyeon’s gentle smile made Hongjoong feel proud of himself in a way he hadn’t felt in a while. “It’s not easy to lead a group. Especially when you’re all so close in age. If I could’t pull the age card on some of these dumbasses, I don’t know what I’d do…”

“Hey!” Chanyeol exclaimed, pouting excessively. Junmyeon placed a placating hand on his shoulder with a ‘you know it’s true’ look. Chanyeol shrugged, knowing the leader was right. 

“Point is, there’s nothing wrong with being out of your depth because you’re learning along with them,” Junmyeon finished, hands moving to tap Hongjoong’s knees lightly. “Now, if I had to guess from the few things you’ve said, it sounds like your member is suffering from a migraine. And I take it he hasn’t had one before, yeah?” Hongjoong shook his head. “Has anyone in your group had one before?”

“Not that I know of,” Hongjoong answered.

“Okay then.” Junmyeon sprung to his feet, holding out his hands for Hongjoong to take, leaving Chanyeol to scramble up on his own. “We’ll come give you some assistance, then. We’ve dealt with plenty a migraine in our time.”

Hongjoong silently led Junmyeon and Chanyeol to ATEEZ’s dressing room. He had little memory of it, unable to reconcile the fact that THE EXO had asked to help him. How was this real? 

The dressing room went silent on sight of Junmyeon and Chanyeol. That didn’t seem to phrase the EXO members at all.

“Who’s got the headache?” Junmyeon asked, scanning each member carefully. San and Wooyoung pointed at Yunho, who raised his hand very slightly. The greenish tint to his skin would have given him away as it was, but still, Hongjoong appreciated the self-awareness. “What’ve you tried to make him feel better?” The group began to list off their many attempts at healing their ailing dancer. The more they talked, the more Junmyeon shook his head. He took a deep breath, hands finding his hips. He paused their talking with a simple raise of his hand. “Listen. I know you want to help but you’re only making things worse. It’s not your fault. Your leader told me you haven’t dealt with a major migraine before, and honestly, good for you. But now you get to learn. Here’s what we need you all to do.”

Hongjoong took a step back, blending into the background as Junmyeon counseled his members on how best to care for Yunho in this moment. The captain himself was barely listening, rather marveling at the ease with which Junmyeon assumed control. His directives were gentle and kind, but firmly; he wasn’t condescending at all, simply advising his industry juniors how to better support one another. It was… inspiring. 

Hongjoong started when he felt a hand clap against his shoulder. He startled back into reality, meeting Chanyeol’s gaze. “It’s a sign of a great leader to ask for help, you know.” Hongjoong felt his face heat up. He fought the impulse to look away. “The amount of times Myeon-shi called Jinki-hyung or Leeteuk-hyung in the middle of the night… and the percentage of those calls where our hyungs couldn’t give a clear answer cause they didn’t know what to do either… It’s wild that these companies think any one of us could have the capacity to be in charge all the time is unrealistic.” Chanyeol smiled brightly, encouragingly. “You’re doing an amazing job, Joong-ah. This team’s so lucky to have you.”

Hongjoong couldn’t stop the tears flooding his eyes. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

[optical-kace]

Doodles/concepts of my Wip Gamma code oc!

Radium!

1. Original Concept. Colors still aren’t final yet tho, hahahahah- TvT

2. Current ish design, probably subject to change.

LORE

(Well, what I have so far-)

-Based off the (true!)story of ‘The Radium Girls’

-Made along with/slightly before Neutron.

-Made to do the heavy lifting around the facility(mainly outside).

-When she was being made, someone royally f**ked up, and somehow managed to use RADIUM PAINT. Thinking it was just glow in the dark paint, despite the warnings on the cans.

-The company didn’t realize it into much later, when the paint had long merged(?) with her exoskeleton. But proceeded to use her.

-Eventually her exo started to decay. And the company made the mistake of letter her work outside when it was raining. Where she suffered severe water damage to her legs and first pair of arms, causing her to lose the ability to use them.

BIO

(Also still a wip)

-I imagine her being like a mother figure to Haz. Probably just adopted him against his will when they first met.

-Kind and caring personality, but would not hesitate to break your legs if you hurt the ones she loves.

-Just a giant glow stick

-She/Her

-LESBIAN ✨ (someone get her a wife-)

-Gives amazing hugs! Just look at those big ol’ arms! Unfortunately she might crumble if you squeeze to hard. (*cough*- Haz-)

-Has to walk with her (mainly)second set of arms- which happed to be stronger then her first- and claw-things(??).

-Scarf thing probably scavenged from trash.

-Probably more fragile than Neutron.

That’s my silly! Hope ya’ like her!

The Gamma Code AU belongs to @sunnydbeam ! It’s an amazing au and I totally recommend you check it out, it’s definitely one of my favorites! :3

[keesdarlin]

☆// striking midnight (MDNI, 18+)

info! cayde-6 / fluff + gender neutral reader

cw! n/a

notes! just a silly little idea i had. also new year's eve has been a little bit rough, so i'm writing this to cope a little bit lol. enjoy :]

in all honesty, what you were doing probably seemed pretty sketchy to someone who was uninformed. or maybe even someone who knew what you were doing. to the unsuspecting eye, it probably looked like-

“are you rigging a bomb? what are you doing, guardian?” your ghost asked, hovering anxiously over your shoulder. 

“no, i’m not rigging a bomb,” you retorted, moving around some wires attached to your little contraption. it was colorful and roughly the size of a backpack, mostly metal cylinders and colorful tubing with wires attached. you sighed to yourself, still fiddling with it. “...they’re fireworks.”

“ah. a colorful bomb,” your ghost replied, an air of disappointment in their tone. 

“no, no. it’s a light show. we’re gonna send these off to celebrate the new year,” you explained, not looking up as you screwed in a loose part. 

“but why do we need to celebrate again? it��s just another completed revolution of the earth around the sun. there’s been a ton of these; it’s nothing new.”

you sighed. you had set up a display leaning against a trash can to the left side of the little alley you’d set up shop in, your headphones connected wirelessly. on the screen played a sort of podcast – two humans sitting together at a table, reflecting on the year with music playing in the background. the viewer count in one corner of the screen read a measly 24, not that you really minded. a countdown to midnight sat in the other corner. the hosts wore no armor, just civilian clothes. you yourself wore minimal armor. probably not the smartest decision considering that you were currently working with explosives, but you wanted to honor the holiday. not quite in your civvies, but not in any kind of battle suit either.

your screen glitched where it leaned against the trash can, the hosts’ voices becoming momentarily distorted. you leaned over, hitting the side a few times. the screen corrected itself. old tech. “because of what it means,” you began, focusing back on the work at hand. “a new year is a fresh start, a clean slate. holds new opportunities. think the light of a new day and all that shit. symbolism.” a beat passed as you rearranged some wires, and then, “i learned that we used to celebrate it before the going got tough. guess i got a little bit sentimental.”

your ghost hummed somewhere behind you, their shell rotating curiously. “well, i think that’s quite nice, guardian.”

“thank you,” you mumbled appreciatively, distracted with your work.

a thud sounded behind you, but you didn’t think much of it. if it turned out to be a threat, you had confidence in yourself to handle it. do you stayed the course, twisting and rearranging and soldering quietly as you hummed along to the music on your livestream. at least it’s nice out. all chilly and calm, just like winter should be. not a peep. judging from your ghost’s silence, they didn’t detect a threat either.

“whatcha got there?” a robotic voice asked from behind you.

you looked over your shoulder to find none other than cayde-6 leaning against the wall of the alley, watching you work. one of his hands lingered near his hand cannon, the other draped across his torso, blue eyes glowing in the dim light.

“a bomb,” your ghost answered easily, shell spinning.

“not a bomb,” you rushed to assure the hunter vanguard. “and not funny,” you directed at your ghost before turning back to the exo. “they’re fireworks.”

“ah,” cayde nodded. “pretty bombs.”

“they’re not bombs,” you corrected, standing to face him. “they shoot up in the air, they’re not gonna hurt anyone.”

“oh, relax. i’m not here to snitch on you or anything like that,” he said nonchalantly.

you looked at him again, gazing pointedly at the hand that lingered near the gun resting in his holster. “mhm,” you said, tone disbelieving.

cayde coughed awkwardly, bringing that arm up to cross the other over his chest. “say, do i know you from somewhere?”

you sized him up, somewhat offended. “i work at the tower. i’m a weapons expert.” i’ve actually worked on the ace of spades, you thought, but left it unsaid.

“of course i knew that,” he assured, nodding. sundance thrummed by his ear, observing.

you nodded too, half-heartedly affirming him.

“so what’s with the bombs?”

“am i the only one that celebrates new year’s eve around here?” you asked lightly, tone bordering on a laugh. 

cayde whistled. “from what i’ve heard, yes.”

you frowned to yourself, shoulders slumping. “that is so disappointing.”

“i suppose so,” he agreed. “how are you planning on celebrating?”

you pointed to the podcast playing on your monitor. “once that timer hits midnight, i’m gonna get off the fireworks. probably get a bite to eat after.”

“sounds… interesting.”

“care to join?” you offered, giving him a lopsided grin.

cayde seemed to think on it a moment and then shrugged. “i mean, why not? as long as no one gets hurt, of course.”

“great!” you smiled, turning back to your machine. you quickly went back to soldering and tweaking various parts of it.

cayde came up, crouched down next to you. “so how long do we have until it’s time to set this sucker off?”

you spared a glance to your screen, checking the countdown timer. “a couple minutes.”

“a couple minutes? and you’re still working on it?!” 

you waved him off. “calm down, i know what i’m doing,” you muttered.

“you’re sure?” cayde checked.

you turned to him, eyes narrowed. “if you don’t trust it, leave.” when he didn’t, you turned back to your work. a few more sparks flew before you finally stood up, setting your hands on your hips. “there.”

cayde hummed, standing up beside you. “okay, great! now what?”

you gestured to the screen. the timer in the corner stood at only 11 seconds. the both of you watched as midnight grew closer. “5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”

the timer hit zero and you pushed a button on the contraption with your foot, stepping back. thankfully cayde followed suit because, a moment later, a barrage of fireworks went up in the air. both of you watched as they exploded in a colorful, booming display of sparks. “wow,” he whispered breathily. 

grinning, you turned your gaze to him, nudged him with your elbow. “happy new year.”

although it seemed a little hesitant, cayde smiled back, eyes glowing a little brighter. “happy new year.”

“now…” you trailed off, grabbing your display screen and dropping it into your bag. another troop of fireworks went up and your grin seemed to gleam a little brighter around the edges. “we should probably run before we get in trouble.”

cayde blinked at you. “what?”

you laughed, staring at him a moment before taking off down the alley. “we should go! you think i got permission from this?”

and then he startled into the realization. you jerk. he broke into a sprint after you, watching the fireworks over his shoulder as he went. “i guess i assumed!”

“no way!” you called, mischief clear in your voice.

he shook his head, following you around a corner. “you owe me ramen for this, kid!”

[exo127wayv]

get to know your tumblr mutuals tag💗

tagged by @nfly5 & @daehyunjung 💓 thank you 🫶🏻 and I’m sorry it took me so long lol

1. what's the origin of your username?

exo, nct 127 and wayv are my all time fav groups :)

2. OTP(s) + shipname

star trek: mspirk/triumvirate! (aos&tos) + any ship with mccoy ;)

idolish7: pythagoras trio (mitsuki/yamato/nagi)

enstars: noritama (shinobu/tetora/midori)

these are all pretty casual except for mcspirk lmao and yes apparently I like trio ships

3. song stuck in my head

satanized by ghost

4. weirdest habit/trait

when I get into something I let it completely consume my entire life lmao I get very fixated on stuff

5. hobbies

my biggest hobby is collecting things lol I my main collections are kpop (albums & photocards), enstars merch and cards, and one piece zoro things~ I also love drawing and painting, digital art journaling, playing rhythm games, and watching various things lol

6. if you work, what's your profession?

it’s hard to describe my job tbh. But fire alarm safety and maintenance dispatch at a hospital.

7. if you could have any job you wish what would you have?

marine biologist (like I wish I could just snap my fingers and just have the knowledge and certification lol)

8. something you're good at

sleeping

9. something you hate

i could list an endless amount of serious things that are frustrating and a very real problem but I’ll just do a couple random things that irrationally make me furious lol

my neighbors that put their trash loose in our trashcan and the trash guys don’t take it because it’s not in a bag so we have to clean up after our neighbors 😭

10. something you forget

so much lol but honestly to live more. I forget that to actually live. I tend to just go to work and go home and spend my days off rotting at home.

11. your love language

I think mine is either words of affirmation or quality time

12. favourite movies/shows

shows: star trek the original series!! pushing daisies, the x files, hannibal, scooby doo lol

anime: one piece, fullmetal alchemist brotherhood, hunter x hunter, inuyasha

movies: CLUE! the addams family, the fall and any scooby doo movies tbh

13. what were you like as a child?

very sensitive…and worried about getting in trouble. I’d say I was a pretty obedient child lol

14. favourite subject in school

history or some kind of art or band

15. least favourite subject

math!!!! I’m so bad at it

16. what's your best/worst character trait?

best: empathetic?

worst: I am my own worst enemy and biggest hater.

17. if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

I don’t really know. I mean maybe make myself not mentally ill? Actually I think I’d just make it so I never had migraines ever again. But like I would also be fine making myself never have to worry about money again. Like I could just like yeah that sounds good to eat let’s get dinner out tonight and I could afford it you know? Like I need new work pants and I could just go buy some and not have to save up for them 😭

18. if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

I really don’t have an answer for this one.

tagging:

@kokaibop @sheawolfmp3 @kimkaitual @sehnista @stanbap @honeydewtual @oomfy @exosnoona and anyone else that wants to do it! pls don’t feel pressured to do this and sorry if you get tagged more than once to do it I didn’t check 😭

[severepizzaduck]

Bro I have some thoughts about the whole HYBE vs Newjeans case. HYBE is a shit company no doubt, I would absolutely sell them to the devil for a single piece of gum, BUT njeans are not helping their situation either 😭.

Everyone knows that once a group files a case against their company, their career will start going downhill (unless they're a really successful group like Got7 and can set up your own label) because then the other companies get wary of hiring them (because what if they file a case against us?). Even though I fully support each of these idols putting their companies in their place, njeans is not going about it correctly 😭.

Up until a few months back, the general public ADORED njeans and rightfully so, and even after the feud started they still had overwhelming support (because who tf likes HYBE) BUTTTT when they started demanding minheejin's return as CEO... That's when things started to go down because news flash- People don't like mhj.

Mhj was found to be trash talking HYBE idols like Jungkook and saying stuff like "BTS is a copy of Exo", and everyone knows how armys are so people were ready with pitchforks. And besides all this, she idolises works that depict pdf files and child grooming. Plus it's pretty obvious that she's a groomer herself based on how she acts with underage idols (like her time with Shinee and Exo). AND she obviously sexualised njeans too with their debut song "Cookie" BTCH COOKIE?!

I don't care how much some of ya'll try to convince me that cookie wasn't sexual, COOKIE IS A SEXUAL INNUENDO FOR FEMALE PARTS AND SHE MADE THESE BARELY LEGAL TEENS SING ABOUT HOW THEY WANT THEIR COOKIE EATEN?!

Anyway back to the topic at hand, mhj also called njeans members "fat" "ugly" "stupid kids" among other things in her now leaked chats, so naturally people assumed that njeans will withdraw their support.... NO they did NOT, instead they double downed and started calling her "their mother".

Then when the audit happened we found out that the "Illit being told to ignore hanni" drama (that they were witch hunting the new CEO for) happened under mhj and she's the one who didn't do anything about it, not the new CEO. They used their bad experience to essentially throw the new CEO under the bus when she wasn't even around when the incident happened. In the audit hanni was being snarky to the new CEO because "they didn't do anything" BUT THE INCIDENT HAPPENED UNDER MHJ, WHY NOT HOLD HER ACCOUNTABLE. And also after this specific hearing, minji and hanni were on a live and minji said that hanni's acting was good while laughing together???? The new CEO had nothing to do with the incident but still got humiliated in the audit and these two called it acting and were laughing.

At this point the support for jeans started to go down because duh. And then the press conferences started. During this, a reporter questioned if the termination of contract was one sided, they would get all snarky and just repeat their claims, say that because Ador and HYBE violated the contract they're terminating it and end it with a "do you understand?" Like I don't know what mean girls movie they're living in but the dude was just doing his job??? They repeat their claims with such confidence but like BBYGIRL... You need PROOF, you need RECEIPTS, you need TIMELINE. Seeing their behaviour towards reporters reduced their support even more and for obvious reasons.

Now they're trying to re-debut as NJZ, WHILE THE CASE IS STILL GOING ON BTW (which I'm pretty sure you can't do but let's see). And now people are calling them Aespa knockoffs because their new branding is very close to Aespa's. Also I'm pretty sure that this re-branding was planned before the "termination" because it's simply not possible to arrange an entire team, record an album, film a mv, produce teasers in such a short time. So yeah this was probably pre-planned, that's why mhj didn't want to give up her laptop and why she had a secret office.

And then their personal chats get leaked where they're calling HYBE idols "money hungry" 🫤. It's important to remember that a lot of HYBE idols did express their support to njeans during this and they were calling everyone money hungry??? Like? Again their mean girls fantasy.

Pretty sure there's more, do let me know if I missed something and if something was proven incorrect, I'll correct it.

<3 <3 <3 <3

[amaranth]

voting mama or xoxo as the worst exo album should allow me to throw trash at you btw

[theboytatu]

sometimes i think about chanyeol. idk he just pops up. rockstar chanyeol is such a thing to me like. he is not a kpop idol he is more. he is an artist, he is a performer so good i would have loved him even without exo. his cover of wind of change by scorpions at music bank in berlin did more for the acceptance of korean music among the old gen eastern europeans (and germans) than beets cpuld ever imagine doing. like he ended generational wars with it. my mother recognises only him and wayvs pets. and i'm kinda drunk rn and i don't make sense but. i had a friend who went because of his gf and he doesn't even like kpop but he cried at that performance and he wasn't the only one. this was our scorpions in moscow after the fall of the iron curtain. in a way. like he did this.

oh my god oomf... you have no idea how much i appreciate this message like no literally... LITERALLYYYY speak your truth i couldn't agree more!! sometimes i think he made a mistake becoming a kpop idol. i think he should be an actual musician cause the idol industry is so constricting and they tried to lock him up in the rapper box because kpop (and specially SM manufactured kpop) is built on boxes and it's like. god. he is really so much more/so different than this. and so few people realize. and this isn't to trash idols cause there are plenty of kpop idols who ARE artists and musicians and visionaires. but chanyeol simply doesn't fit the mold sm has assigned him and it's clear to see.

he should be at the club (the club being his own production house where he writes and creates his own music and plays guitar and tours the world like the rockstar he was meant to be). he should not be pandering to ungrateful kexols who have his career held for ransom and will dictate his success based on how much fanservice he provides. he should be out here taking a page from gdragon's or monsta x changkyun's book and leaving an idol company in favor of a real music label like warner korea or whatever.

ANYWAY..... here's the winds of change cover again cause we all deserve to see it at least once. im so jealous of your friend for having experienced it live.

[darl-ingfics]

Birthday Boy

Fandom: EXO

Sickie: Xiumin (cold)

Caregiver(s): EXO

Word Count: 1,532

Notes: We're Kpop sickfic writers. So what do we do on our ult bias' birthday? We make them miserable. Happy Birthday, Xiumin! (Yes, this was COMPLETELY unplanned, but just came together, and I needed to share because... birthdays aren't everyday).

Minseok was pulled from unconsciousness by the sound of Baekyun’s voice. It took him a minute to register that’s what he was hearing - took him an extra minute to remember where and who and why he was. His head felt incredibly cloudy, a congestion-induced haze preventing him from fully waking up. Minseok blinked, feeling returning slowly to each of his limbs. He had one half of his body outside his blanket, the other half tucked safely inside, and his pillow was pushed all the way to the far side of the bed so his face rested directly on the mattress. His skin felt prickly, too hot and cold at the same time. Great. Now he’d spiked a fever. 

With a small groan, Minseok pushed himself up and sat on his bed, desperately trying to regain his bearings. His throat throbbed, dry and raw from coughing for the better part of yesterday and last night and this morning. And now the faint buzz in his sinuses had developed into the worst stuffy nose he’d had in working memory. Minseok sighed, hanging his head in misery. Today was officially the worst. 

Minseok heard Baekhyun’s laugh peel through the hall again, just outside his door. Another voice, (deep, resonant - Chanyeol) joined him. Well, guess sleep wasn’t an option anymore. Minseok wasn’t sure he could fall asleep again anyway given how achy and congested he felt. At least not until he took more medicine. When was he allowed to do that?

Scratching at his neck, Minseok reached for his phone. He had a text from Jongdae asking if he wanted dinner, with a follow up that Kyungsoo was making him food whether he wanted it or not, and that he should come downstairs when he returned to the land of the living. With another sigh, Minseok pushed himself up to his feet and moved to the door, stretching his sore muscles as he walked. 

“Hyung!” Baekhyun greeted cheerily as soon as the door opened. Minseok flinched, not expecting him to be right there, and holding up his phone camera. “We’re doing a house tour on live! Can we show EXO-L your room?!”

“Um…” Minseok sniffled as he peeked backwards into his room. The nightstand was crowded (water bottle, half-filled mug, tissues, half an onion Jongin insisted was ‘an actual thing that helps you get over a cold faster’), and the small trash can next to the bed close to overflowing with used tissues. His practice clothes from his morning were thrown over the desk chair, socks haphazardly strewn on the floor. He hadn’t properly organized his desk in over a week. MInseok shook his head. “Not right now. It’s kinda messy.” His voice sounded better than he expected; croaky and nasally, yes, but not glaring so. 

Minseok jumped when Chanyeol’s hand landed on his shoulder. “That’s okay. I know we kinda just sprung this on you.” While the rapper was smiling at him, his eyes were scanning Minseok carefully, checking if he was okay.

“We just didn’t want you to feel left out,” Baekhyun added, smiling so sweetly Minseok felt his heart skip a beat. “Can you say hi to Eri, though?”

Minseok waved with a tiny smile. “Hi Eri. Hope you’re having a good day-“ He was cut off by a cough that bent him sideways, sleeve pressed against his mouth. He held up a hand to the camera, signaling that he was fine. “Sorry. Don’t worry. I’m okay.”

Chanyeol sidled up next to the elder, throwing a protective arm around his shoulders as he saw comments start flooding in. “Xiuminnie’s a little under the weather,” he explained, resting his cheek on top of Minseok’s head.

“Just a cold, though,” Minseok replied. The contact of Chanyeol’s cheek on his hair felt heavenly, and Minseok had to fight the urge to melt under the embrace. He did close his eyes in content, though. “Be careful not to get sick, Eri.”

“Yeah, cause it’s no fun at all.” Baekyun pouted, shifting the camera so half of him was in frame again. “But we’re taking good care of our Xiumin-hyung, right?”

Minseok smiled, holding a double thumbs up for the camera. “Right.” Chanyeol squeezed his shoulder before letting go. “Okay, get on with your tour. Love you, Eri! I’m working hard to rest and get better for you real soon.”

“Byeee~” Baekhyun trilled as he and Chanyeol moved off down the hall, freeing Minseok to finish his trek downstairs. A task immediately made harder when he pitched forward at the top of the stairs, sneezing twice.

“Bless you!” Chanyeol chirped from down the hall. Minseok held up a hand in response. Well shit. That hurt like hell.

Head spinning, one hand gliding against the wall to stabilize him, Minseok took the stairs slowly, one at a time. When he finally reached the bottom. 

Once he’d finally reached the landing, Minseok pitched forward, elbow thrust to his face. “H-it’ch! ITcshuu!” 

“Bless you!” Sehun this time. From the living room. Minseok groaned, sniffling against his sleeve. 

“Hey there, Sleeping Beauty,” Jongdae greeted as Minseok dragged himself into the room, slumping into the armchair with far more grace than most in his condition could muster. “How’re you feeling?”

“Miserable.”

Sehun pouted sympathetically from the couch and Jongin stood from his seat and came to rest on the arm of Minseok’s chair. The dancer began to play with the elder’s hair, carding his fingers back and forth across his scalp. 

Jongdae approached shortly after, kneeling next to the chair and kissing Minseok’s cheek. “I’m sorry you’re sick on your birthday.”

Minseok shrugged. “It’s not the end of the world. We already celebrated, anyway…”

“Yeah, but that means that you literally got a cold for your birthday,” Yixing pointed out, shrugging as if that was supposed to mean something. “Like… we went out, and someone gave you their germs.”

“Which is a criminal offense, I say,” Jongin declared. “How dare they make our Minseokie suffer?”

Minseok smiled up at Jongin, patting his knee affectionately. “Nini, I’m fine.” The fact that he pulled away from the dancer, sneezing into his wrist, did not prove his case. 

“No offense, hyung, but you’re absolutely not.” Sehun rolled his eyes, but tossed the box of tissues from the side table over to Jongin, who offered them to their sniffling Minseok. “I can count on my hand the number of times I’ve heard you sneeze for the last two years, and I cannot count how many times it’s been today alone.”

“And it’s even worse for us cause you’re never sick,” Junmyeon added as he stepped into the room from the kitchen. “It’s usually you taking care of our sorry asses…”

Something about the leader’s words made it click in Minseok’s head that nearly all the members were crowded around him while he was actively contagious. “Oh shit… wait.” Minseok moved to get up, but was stopped by a rough cough that came from deep in his chest. He groaned, slumping forward against his knees. Jongin’s arm wrapped around his abdomen to keep him from falling over. “Not wearing a mask…”

“Oh please.” Sehun rolled his eyes. “The only people that give a shit are you and Kyungsoo.”

“And I’m smart enough to know that you care.” Kyungsoo appeared in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall, the only one wearing a mask. “Which, by the way, it is very inconsiderate of all of you not to mask up for hyung’s sanity.”

Jongin rolled his eyes. “I don’t care if I get sick.”

Junmyeon met Minseok’s gaze, so sweet and thoughtful. “Would you feel better if we all masked up?”

Minseok shook his head. “Just bring me one…”

“No. You need unobstructed airway access.” Jongdae flicked his nose, earning him a half second of laser-sharp glare before Minseok doubled forward, sneezing again. “Sorry…”

“Then that settles it. Everyone step away from Minseokie until I return.” Yixing spread his hands wide as he made his decree before disappearing down the hall. Jongdae and Jongin did not, in fact, move any further away. Jongin actually cuddled closer, pressing his cheek to the top of Minseok’s head like Chanyeol had done before. 

“I really don’t care about your germs, hyung,” the dancer whispered. “I just want you to feel loved on your birthday.”

Minseok smiled. “You make me feel loved everyday, Nini.” He turned his gaze around the room. “You all do.”

“Well, then, let us double our efforts today.” Junmyeon clapped his hands together. “Dinner’s done. Thoughts on living room picnic and a movie?”

Cheers resounded, tempting Baekhyung and Chaneyol back to the group, finishing their live with a wave from the collected members. Yixing returned with a handful of masks that the members dutifully put on after dinner (he had taken a minute longer because he had drawn party hats on each one.) And even though Minseok felt no less miserable, even after downing another dose of cold meds, he couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his day. 

(Okay, he truthfully could improve it by taking away the stuffy nose and the sneezing and the slowly climbing fever… but in spite of that, if his members were there, it was a perfect day.)

[isagrimorie]

WIP guessing game - “Fight”

For the WIP Fanfic Game: Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

I'm choosing one of my Many Picard!Seven Meets Her Voyager!Family.

Janeway, Tom, and B'Elanna jump forward in Time and meet Seven. Post-Stardust City Rag.

“I assume you’ve participated in bar fights, Mr. Paris?” Janeway asked, sotto voce. “Practically lived in bars once upon a time.” “No offense, but this is a lot more dangerous than a bar fight!” B’Elenna said after a snarl. Janeway had no doubt B’Elenna cut an intimidating figure befitting her Klingon heritage. “We can all just walk away,” Janeway said in a placating tone. Still hoping to de-escalate. It’s a different matter being on a ship with phasers and torpedoes, another matter when it’s just them. Janeway shifted her weight, but they’re not going to go down easy either. Janeway hates losing in anything. And her priority is to get her crew out of here, safe. Somewhere behind them Janeway heard someone swear, the sound of breaking glass.

Someone stumbled into their group, knocking Janeway back to the side, into B’Elanna. B’Elanna caught her arm and steadied Janeway. “Watch it!” One of the Romulans growled.

The interloper wore a battered brown leather jacket and reeked of alcohol. “You’re in my way.”

Janeway blinked and turned her head, the person was hunched over and even if she didn’t see who it was, it seemed they’d had better days. Aside from the heavy stench of alcohol, the stringy dirty blonde hair was all over the place preventing Janeway from seeing any discernible features. “Mind your business.” “Funny,” the interloper said with a rasp to their voice. “That was what I was trying to do.” And then almost suddenly, the leather jacket interloper bashed their head against the lead Romulan. The Romulan reared back falling against a stool and crashing to the floor. The cronies of the Romulan roared to retaliate but their leather-clad savior already had two guns out. One of the guns was aimed at the lead Romulan’s head and the other to keep away the others. “These Starfleet trash are my bounty.” Janeway felt her jaw drop when she finally saw their rescuer’s face as she stood at her full height. “What the hell!” She heard Tom whisper. “This isn’t your business, half-meat!” Instead of answering, a heavy boot stomped on the leg of the Romulan gang leader. Janeway cringed, hearing bone break. The Romulan yowled. “This is Ranger business. They’re my bounty. And if you call me that again,” Seven, and it was Seven. No one else had that profile, that distinctive Ocular implant. But the expression on her face was wholly alien. “I’ll tear your arm off and beat your friends with it.” The tension was palpable but the energy had shifted in their favor. Seven turned her head tagging each and every occupant in the room and they visibly recoiled. And then she turned her gaze at them and Janeway found herself, not recoiling exactly but taking a startled step back. Janeway was used to being on the receiving end of Seven’s furious stares but she was used to Seven's furious stares in a placid facade. There was a rawness in her expression that reminded Kathryn far too much of the first time Seven of Nine woke-up in the sick bay after her exo-plating was removed. Tom was not used to Seven's glares. And seemed to have taken a step back almost behind B’Elenna. “Let’s go.” Seven threw some credit chips on the bar and then swept away. She clearly expects them to follow. At least that part of Seven had not changed. Janeway looked at Tom and B'Elanna and then nodded her permission to follow Seven. They stumbled out of the bar into a chilly and sandy street. Seven was a few steps away from them. “What the hell is going on?” B’Elenna demanded.

“I have no idea,” Janeway admitted. “But we have to catch up with Seven.” “Or someone who looks like Seven,” Tom said. “Either way, we have to go,” Janeway said picking up the pace.

[aphrodite1288]

Just prove that you are right and Kaisoo is real with a photo or video that we haven't seen

First if all you should know when you receive something from an insider or a KExoL or Jap or Chinese ExoL, it's either they show it to you directly they don't send it to you they make you see it directly. Or! They send it if it's old photos and irrelevant and tell you if you share it and if they see it online they're gonna ruin you or mass block you or ask you for money as a payback or simply they would tell you : You'll never hear from us bye! And who wants to lose their sources please? Are you dumb or are you dumb?

Did you see 1% of the hate comments I receive from Dandanies and Jongin's solo stans, you saw the hateful asks I share from time to time, do you think I would trust any of them or any of you to give you such beautiful photos and videos of Kadi in their vacation to Japan, or Kadi in their Ski date or Kadi in Spain or their video in Practice room laying on the floor with Ji leaning above Ksoo and removing something from his eyes, or their dates photos in Han River, Or Ji's photos in his car at 2am waiting for Ksoo to finish his filming..

You think any of you deserve to see that? NO.

I can't risk my faves personal life to be exposed and get hate and backlash from ugly fugly people online. Why would I need to prove to you? Who are you? Why should I care about how you feel?

If you wanna believe, believe it. If you don't , Don't. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I'm here to share news, I'm not here to prove they're real. This is a question you should ask me in 2013 not after 11 years.

You would say to share the Kadi photos and videos in DMS in private! How would I know if I can trust you or anyone else? What if they're a hater disguised?

You can ask the old insta group members the old admins made they trusted every kaisooits there turned out 3 were moles and they shared and exposed everything in the group to others and even went digging about the admins'personal lives and tried hacking them. You think these kind of people won't harm KAISOO? Don't be selfish.

This is the main reason KexoL and Cherries and Jap Le don't share anything with us because they simply don't trust us with our own faves. Because the whole fandom became Akgaes and Solo stans especially the Dandanies they're terrible have you seen them in twitter, now that Ksoo left they're trashing over Exo day and night and hating on each member. So they don't share anything because they're afraid solo stans and akgaes will hate on the other members they share news about. Some people are just here to hate. It's their job. They're jobless.

Also if I wanted to share Ksoo's mother's photos and his cousin's photos from Chuseok with the dogs but after reading these two asks I just received and posted before this one here, I stepped back and said " Why and to whom am I doing this? Does anyone deserve to see this?"

Yeah.

[ao3feed-sambucky]

symphony of scars

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gPOGBJk by ironbucky AU: Bucky never becomes the Winter Soldier. The EXO Falcon program was a failure. Sam Wilson knew that—right up until the moment he was captured by Hydra. Stripped of his freedom, enhanced with the serum, and fused with deadly metal wings, he became their perfect weapon. The Angel of Death. Words: 10413, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, Hydra Agents (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Non-Consensual Body Modification, Brain Damage, Brainwashing, Coercion, Protective Bucky Barnes, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Sam Wilson Needs a Hug (Marvel), Hydra Trash Party, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gPOGBJk