#oh ll-nam

[p1nkey3]

y/n is most likely to die on the first game of squid game.

it’s cool y’all have these little confident fantasy’s

that you can win squid game, and got away with

fucking whoever you wanted there without

getting caught.

but if you think about it,

the frontman wouldn’t fuck you

(you’re gonna die anyway)

gihun wouldn’t fuck you

(he’s more focused on his friends/the money)

sangwoo wouldn’t fuck you

(he’s more focused on the money)

the recruiter wouldn’t fuck you

(you’re probably not his taste)

Ali wouldn’t fuck you

(he has a wife and a child)

Saebyeok wouldn’t fuck you

(more focused on the money and getting out)

ji-yeong wouldn’t fuck you

(has no reason to)

Mi-nyeo wouldn’t fuck you

(nvm she probably would)

junho wouldn’t fuck you

(I’ve discussed why already)

Deoksu wouldn’t fuck you

(trynna win the money)

maybe the vips would try and fuck,

but I don’t know why you’d think one of the players get to visit the vips.

the frontman can’t pick favorites cause he’s not the one in control.

the frontman just watches over the games and makes sure everything’s straight.

oh ll-nam is the one in control.

[lavandaea]

*inhales deeply*

There's spoilers ahead so, yeah, be careful.

This weekend episodes have actually broken my soul.

He didn't even need his feelings to be reciprocate, HE JUST WANTED TO BE WITH HER.

Dear writers, some things to ask, why so much screen time to second male lead? Why create such chemistry? Such backstory? (Spoiler alert: that will make us sympathize with the supposed villain) To just fuck*ing rip his heart out and pulverize it like Grandma with the cow bones, yes, just like that.

Let me get this straight, after having been raised in an environment of violence, pain and God knows what else for God knows how long, he falls in love. He experiences ✨feelings✨ ,he puts all his trust in her like never before, he shares his past and then he gets betrayed.

I swear I never seen someone cry so with so much meaning, feeling, with so much back there.

We made progress for the last (at least) five episodes TO JUST END IT IN A SINGLE ONE.

This could have been handled a lot better in a lot of ways and about a lot of topics that I could actually write an essay.

Let's begin the the main leads.

So, in order to have some sort of feeling about ML and FL loving eachother you need to put screen time ON them. Yeah, they support eachother, they have known far before Si Oh, they are funny and a lot of things more. They even kissed and very passionately, wow.

Just one thing, Why didn't I even blink during that scene but found myself hitting the pillow and blushing when Si Oh did such mundane things as taking her home, opening doors for her, fixing her purse, hair, looking at her with those "I love you" eyes,👏feeling👏guilty👏about👏making👏her👏uncomfortable👏 with👏his👏feelings👏for👏her HELLO??, WAVING HER BACK WHILE HE WATCHED HER GO, SMILE EVERY DAMN TIME HE SAW HER?

I´ll tell you why. Because I know, thanks to you, that Si Oh was experiencing for the very first time what it's like to have human interaction that doesn't involve violence or having to be wary of everything and everyone all the time.

Even after having lived a life of shit, even after still living a life of absolute shit he still wanted to be connect, to be happy, to make her happy, to love and be loved. Moreover, I couldn't help just to feel happy for him, sad, angry, fucking rageous (not more than him, obviously).

Meanwhile, I barely know Hee Sik aka the male lead.

I remember seeing his mother once and I think that's what I understood about his private life. Sorry, I forgot about his deceased brother, that could have been a good topic to develop if it wasn't just mentioned once somewhere in the sixth chapter and left there to rot. Other than that, I know he is a cop, loves his cops friends and loves Nam Soon, also he is really loyal and good person.

Nice👍, very nice. But that's not personality or backstory, that's a job and some general traits everyone should have to live in a society and have a job where you usually do the teamwork thingy.

So, what else??

Or does the man just exist for his job and girlfriend? Even Shi Oh had some time to box being a drug dealer and full time whipped for her.

I'm just saying that you want me to suddenly dislike someone you took a considerable amount of time explaining but I have to like this good guy because you just pointed at him 👉🧍, and said, "here's the good guy, love him".

Sorry, I cant do that.

If you haven't noticed, you just made a character I fell obliged to sympathize.

If you wanted to make him evil and hot you should have just made him evil and hot.

It worked just as well with Jang Han Seok from Vincenzo.

Not have him have "REDEMPTION" written all over his face just to go with "Actually, no. He has no chance. 😃". It's, for lack of a better term, frustrating. (Absurd)

Instead, maybe you should have dedicated that screen time for the construction of the main leads relationship.

Oh, yes. Another thing since we are talking about the matter.

ML and FL relationship progress got weaker and weaker since she had started to spy on Si Oh. And then one episode was like "Oh, yeah, forgot to tell you, they are actually dating by now" Bom, a kiss. If I need a kiss to know they are in love, there's something going on back there. Something lacking.

Scenes of them in love: well acted, nice, cute, cool, okay. But it is like picking a random romance book and start reading it ten chapters ahead, they are in love, but how this did happen??? Last time I saw them, they were in a friends-and-some-more zone.

Where's their development?

I know where is it. In the fake relationship, that it was being used just to turn Si Oh into a complete monster with probably not chance of going back.

"You have suffered a lot, yeah, I see. Anyway here's more pain. Suffer more and go cause some trouble because if not, there's, apparently, no plot"

Nice job.

I have been saying this and I will say it again, kdrama writers/directors are not ready for traumatized villains. They are afraid of them.

[ase-trollplays]

Hey Hyleem!!! Your biggest fan here again <3 I gotta couple questions for you. 1. Have you like- Ever co-streamed with someone who you thought was fucking awesome, but they turned out to be an absolute shitlord? 2. I'm curious as to like- What your day to day life is like. Is it just all streaming? Or do you have other hobbies? 3. If Yarrow were to ever... Oh I don't know... Get hurt horribly or possibly die, how would you react?

0|||0 Yo, what's up? Nic= to h=ar from you! I was starting to think you forgot about m=. 0|||0

0|||0 L=t's s==... Back in my =arly nights of str=aming, my first collab was with a troll I won't m=ntion by nam= b=caus= I don't want to dir=ct any publicity toward h=r. Sh= had a h=ll of a following, and I was fucking pump=d that sh= said y=s wh=n I ask=d to do a str=am tog=th=r. 0|||0

0|||0 Things w=nt p=ar-shap=d fast. Turns out sh='s an =gotistical control fr=ak. B=for= th= str=am, sh= thr=at=n=d to dox m= and hav= my hiv= brok=n into if I upstag=d. I was just th=r= to los= and tol=rat= b=ing shit talk=d and insult=d all while talking h=r up. 0|||0

0|||0 I wouldn't put up with that shit now, but back th=n I was too intimidat=d and dying for =xposur=. N==dl=ss to say, w= n=v=r collab=d again. 0|||0

0|||0 My night to night lif= isn't anything sp=cial. I sp=nd most of my tim= str=aming, r=cording, or =diting, but I do hav= a lif= outsid= of my job. I lik= to tink=r with =l=ctronics and mak= littl= toys. I also sp=nd tim= with my lusus and Yarrow wh=n sh='s h=r=. 0|||0

0|||0 I go out on my nights off and hang out with my fri=nds. I'm nt th= most =xciting guy. 0|||0

0|||0 And that's a pr=tty fuck=d up qu=stion, don't you think? That's a sup=r p=rsonal and rud= thing to ask som=body. Obviously, I'd b= r=ally ups=t. Who wouldn't b=? I don't know what you =xp=ct=d m= to say. 0|||0

[brokehorrorfan]

Funko will release Squad Game Pop vinyl figures in May 2022. The line includes Seong Gi-hun, Cho Sang-woo, Ali, Kang Sae-Byeok, and Oh ll-nam, Masked Worker, Masked Manager (Walmart exclusive), and Masked Soldier (Funko exclusive).

Pre-order Funko Pop TV: Squid Games.

[miadojoon]

better late than never !!!

hello, meia! sorry it took me forever to introduce myself and my guy, life got in the way but i’m not gonna abandon my boy so here he is. this is nam dojoon, a recently turned demon agent who’s trying to vibe through life B) here’s his profile and a rundown of his background. under the cut i’ll list some trivia and plot ideas??? also, LIKE THIS POST if you wanna plot! i’ll crawl my way to your ims

trivia

has been in seaside since he was a kid bc he was taken in by maylin at the time along with his twin. was there when it burned down too lol

decided to help rebuild meia and eventually became a baby agent

was turned into a demon agent 4 months ago on a mission that took an unexpected turn

he was striked on the chest by a demon which is why there’s a big scar there and that’s where the black demon markings are, almost expanding to his arms

kind of an outcast bc demon reputation but he’s fine with it. most of the time

to those who know him, he’s a jokester, a prankster, a self-proclaimed comedian with no brain-to-mouth filter

he used to be a stubborn rough guy who won’t take no shit and can be rather reckless but ever since he became a demon agent he assumed the ‘responsible older brother’ role for his twin. one angry baby is enough

oh also he was an enhanced agent before turning. his ability is durability. it’s stronger now bc of the negative energy... but at what cost

collects random console games that he finds on missions that he stashes in his room to play. he just found super mario bros recently

he will fight anyone who says crossbows are impractical bc he loves his a lot and it’s a gift from alistair

honestly only still here for his brother. he wouldn’t have stayed alive if it wasn’t for him

(his brother is the only thing keeping him from snapping but you didn’t hear it from me)

(he also asked like 2 people to k*ll him if ever he shows signs of turning fully bc he doesn’t want to endanger anyone, self-sacrificial dumbass that he is)

plot ideas

i think bc of his outgoing personality he’d have a lot of friends prior to becoming a demon agent, so maybe someone who decided to drop him bc demon rep or someone who decided to stick by his side despite everything

alternatively bc he was a hormonal teenager who used to pick fights and has now mellowed down for his brother’s sake, maybe someone who used to find him annoying and now is like—’you know what despite your demonic status you aren’t so bad after all’

fellow demon agents it’s time to ban together it’s you and me against the world

enemies and rivals :) 

someone (probably an older muse?) who can see through his act and can SEE his self-sacrificial tendencies and is like, stop, try to be happy we are all in an apocalyptic world anyway,

a victim of his genius pranks

honestly my brain is very dead but i’d love to brainstorm with anyone and everyone!

[kingsuckjin]

I mean if you wanna come on over to my hoe corner I’d like to request one big thicc nam-cock on that platter you were talking about

How about Nam-cock in a pumpkin from your other ask?

Jack(off) O' Lantern

🎃 Warnings: Joon's dick in a pumpkin, no real actual sex, it's basically crack and the start of a porn

🎃 Words: under 1k

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First of all, you didn't trust him alone with knives. You knew your boyfriend had a tendency of destroying himself and hurting himself, but he had assured you he would be fine this time. You were honestly afraid you'd go back into the living room after the c as ll from your parents to see that he had cut a finger off or had destroyed the pumpkin all together. 

"Hey babe, are you off the phone yet?" You heard him call through the house the moment you had rushed off the phone after your mom had started telling you what to do with your life.

"Yes, why?" You called back a little worried, expecting him to tell you that he had broken one of your good kitchen knives or something.

"Come here and feel how cool these pumpkin insides feel!" 

You couldn't help but chuckle at how childishly excited he sounded, so you decided to humor him.

When you walked into the living room, you saw him sitting there on the floor,with the pumpkin in his lap.

"Close your eyes and tell me what it feels like." 

Once again you decided to humor him as you knelt down and felt for the hole in the top of the pumpkin.

Instead of being met with the cold, squishy, lumpy pumpkin innards you expected, your hand touched something much different. This object was soft, hard, warm and protruding from the inside base of the pumpkin.

And then you realized...

"JOON!!" Your eyes shot open. "What the fuck?" 

Your boyfriend's dick was in the pumpkin.

All he did was laugh as you peered inside the hollowed out pumpkin to see a hole had been cut in the bottom.

He looked almost as shocked as you did, maybe even a bit worried, until you started to laugh but stopped yourself.

"So you're not mad?" He didn't seem to understand.

"You know I love seeing your dick Joonie, I didn't expect this and you know what? It's kind of exciting." You gave him a wink.

"How about you wash that pumpkin off your cock and come into the bed and put it in my mouth instead."

"Oh! It worked. Wow." He seemed genuinely stunned.

"I think it was a creative way of asking for sex, I cant say no." You answered "now go on, hury." 

[sabine-leo]

The morning after...

Author: @sabine-leo

Rated: M (18+) / E

Genre: Smut, 

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston / You 

ONESHOT

Note: Something triggered this Imagination...Sorry ;)

The morning after...

Who on Earth was holding the freaking sun right into your face?

And why was your head hammering like something wanted to break free out of your skull?

What was that weight on your belly? And why did you hear soft snoring when you were already half awake?

 So many questions so little answers and such a headache…

 Very carefully you opened up your eyes, trying to adjust to the daylight pouring into the bedroom window. Euuuhh…where you laying the other way around in your bed?! The window was not at the same place it used to be and since when was there a tree in front of it?

Slowly you move your head to look around and find a head full of curly reddish hair laying on your belly. Uh oh…

 Your bra was still on and you could fell your panty too, but half on top of you lay a very naked person, cuddling into you. Ok, his boxers lurked out but otherwise he was naked…and you´d be damned if you didn´t know who was sharing his bed with you…because that was definitely not your own bedroom you were in.

 “What the…” a slow curse sounded and the head on your belly lifted slowly, turning in your direction. “Oh…darling..” he sounded a little surprised too, but you couldn´t answer him because you stared at his lips and cheeks full of lipstick smears.. in the colour you had worn yesterday. Tom lifted himself slowly off of you and grinned a little sheepish. “I…how??…sorry?!” he stumbled and kneeled on the bed in front of you in all his half naked glory. “Coffee?!” he asked and you just nodded.

 Tom walked into the bathroom and you could here the second he saw the lipstick on his face.

“Uh oh..” Uh oh exactly… You had been friends for about a year and a half and even though the chemistry had been there you were just that….friends. Sitting up in bed you tried to remember what had happened last night. Your and his clothes leaving a trail out of the bedroom indicated the undressing had been going on before you were even near the bed..

 Had you slept with your best friend? The party you both attended yesterday had been the party to end all party’s. Normally you and Tom didn´t drink much but yesterday it somewhen had gotten a bit out of hand. Starting to dress again you heard Tom rummage in his kitchen. You just wanted to get home and do the walk of shame into your flat and sort out your memories about what had probably happened after that dreadful party.  

 “Darling?” Tom called you with the endearment he always used for you. You walked into the kitchen and looked into his eyes. Unsure…he was exactly as unsure as you were. “Did we? What?” he tried to start and ruffled his hair a little. “The lipstick didn´t end up on my face without help I guess?” he laughed and looked a little shamefaced at you. “I think I had something to do with that.”

You said quietly. The both of you started to laugh a little embarrassed.

 Tom came to you, taking your hand in his. “For the life of me, I don´t know what happened…but are we.. are we ok?” he squeezed your hand a little and you nodded. “I think we are…I don´t want what ever happened last night ruin our friendship.” He sighed relieved. “Me too darling.” Softly he tugged you into a hug and kissed your hair.

 The both of you had coffee together then Tom drove you home. It was a little awkward to say the least, but you managed to behave as normal as possible for the drive. At home you went into the shower and cuddled up on your sofa. During the next 2 days you got little flashbacks about the party, and the night. Tom tucking you out of the taxi, pressing you against the front door and kissing the life out of you. You opening his shirt and throwing it next to your coat on the floor.

The heat flashes surging through you were intense when your memories came back little by little. Tom was immensely hot and sexy and you had dreamed occasionally about doing what you just apparently had done, but never had the guts to actually do so. You valued his friendship, his companionship so much that you were afraid something like that would ruin it.  

 After 3 days you were sure you hadn´t slept with him. Kissing, and touching yes, but the actual act hadn´t been performed. You didn´t know if you were glad about that or sorry your flashbacks wouldn´t go further anymore.

 The next weekend you had a diner date with a group of mutual friends of yours and sat in a dimly lit restaurant drinking water. You´ve had enough of a hang over for the next 3 years. Your black dress hugged your curves and made you feel sexy and confident which was exactly why you had chosen it for tonight because your nerves where in a twist seeing Tom again after your little sleepover last week.

 Tom had been the perfect gentleman the whole evening so far. Sitting next to you, pulling your chair back before you sat down and refilling your glass now and then. He looked very handsome in his casual suit and with that stubbled jawline. Every time you looked at him you got the flashback of him kissing you. After ordering your meal you felt a finger touching your knee. Just a fleeting touch but it had been there. You looked over to Tom who smiled at you and winked a little. Did you just imagine that?

 But some minutes later his hand landed on your knee, stroking a little upwards under the hem of your dress. He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “You look stunning tonight darling…I get those flashbacks…we need to talk…” That didn´t help your nerves at all. “Excuse me for a moment.” You stood up and went outside into the courtyard of the restaurant to take a breather.

 “Darling?” Toms voice behind you and his hands on your hips. “everything alright?” he turned you and looked into your eyes. You looked up into his beautiful blue ones and tried to speak, but nothing would come. For a moment you just stood there looking at each other. Toms hand went inside your hair and his lips parted. The conversation between the both of you silent but portentous. His thumb stroked your cheek, softly touched your lips. “(Y/N)…darling…” he whispered and his head dipped.

 The moment your lips touched there were fireworks going up inside you. Toms grip on your hip got stronger and he gasped as your tongues touched. “I can´t stop thinking about you!” he declared near your lips. “I want you so badly…” he moaned a little and let you feel his erection as he pressed you against him. The gasp leaving your lips made him chuckle a little. “….see what you do to me?!”

“Tom…” you got out before he interrupted you “I want your friendship, I want your opinions when we have our little talks, but I also want YOU, all of you, every part of you. I want to kiss you the way I did last week and I want to wake up with my head on your belly again, kissing my way down and waking you up making you moan my nam…” Your hand clutched over his mouth that had the audacity to talk like that and making you ready for his possession in mere seconds. His eyes were sparkling, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He grinned under your hand.

 “Stop that now or I let you hang high and dry with that… problem of yours!”

“Youwouldntfofat” he mumbled under your hand.

“Try me!” you said getting your sass back and walked inside without looking back.

“Oh I will…” he called and laughed. You were sitting at the table again as Tom joined you 2 minutes later. His hand instantly back on your knee. “You´ll pay for that later” he whispered and laughed sexy into your ear. You were really doing it?! Diving into another sort of relationship with Tom.

You were a little afraid but couldn´t wait.

 The diner was fun and the secret teasing going on under the safety of the table was driving you nuts.

Toms hand was relentless and stroking you tirelessly when he had the chance. Around eleven you thanked your friends and paid your bill, Tom following suit saying you both would share a cab home. That was nothing suspicious as you did that more often then not after a night out with friends. Tom climbed in behind you and gave his address.

 “Tomorrow morning, we will know exactly what happened…” he said low and sexy and started to kiss you as the taxi pulled out of the parking spot. The drive home was over in a blur…the next think you knew was that you were pressed against his door again, kissing him passionately as he fumbled the key into the lock. It was like a weird deja-vu of some sorts.

 Undressing each other while walking to his bedroom again Tom was searching for the hidden zipper on your dress. Smiling into the kiss you looked at him and lifted an eyebrow in a silent challenge whilst opening up his belt and first button of his trousers.

“Sweetheart, this dress can stay on if I don’t get it open, I have no inhibition about that what so ever… but…I prefer you naked. The mental picture of you in your underwear in my bed has haunted me for a week now.”  

 Laughing softly, you bit your lip as he turned you and pressed his chest against your back…and his arousal against your lower back. His big hands gliding from the hem of your dress upwards on your sides, cupping your breast whilst kissing your neck with wet little kisses. You arched against him and closed your eyes. He was doing things to you you thought you weren´t able to feel all at once. One hand glided down and a winning laugh escaped him. “What do we have here….” Zzzziiip… your dress was open and soon pooled around your feet.

 “Better…so much better!” he moaned and his naked chest now touched your naked back.

Your bra was gone the next second, his hands replacing the lace that had covered you.

“A mans wet dream come to live!” he growled near your ear and turned you both to the right.

A moan escaped you as you stood in front of his body-length mirror with Tom behind you cupping your breast and looking so hungrily at you that you held your breath a second. Your eyes closed in pleasure.

“Watch!” he said sexily profound.

 Your eyes fluttered open and you saw one of his hands gliding down your belly into your little panty.

Tom discarded singlehandedly of his trousers and boxers and his erection pressed against your back. His long fingers brushed your wet folds. Spreading them to allow him access to the hottest, wettest part of you at the moment. “Mhmmm” he rumbled and your panties were gone the next second.

 Lifting one of your legs up and keeping you steady he situated himself near your entrance and rolled his hips a little. His tip dipping in just a tiny bit. “Oh darling, I dreamed about that…watching you take me in.” you gasped and he pushed forward. Penetrating you and filling you up with his hard shaft. “(Y/N)” he moaned loudly and retreated before pushing in again.

 Your eyes fixed on the mirror in front of you watched the bliss in his face as he entered you again and again in slow but deep thrusts. With a slow sigh he pulled out and turned you to face him.

“I want to kiss you!” You closed your eyes and were ready to give all you had into that kiss, but his lips were on your core instead of your mouth a second later. Tom kneeled in front of you and licked your lust up as if it were his favourite ice-cream.

 “TOM!” you gasped and held onto his shoulders for balance. Your knees almost giving out!

The laugh he let out was of pure masculinity and lust. He drove you wild!!

Soon there were only panting breaths, wet kisses and colliding bodies losing themselves in each other, adoring each other and driving each other to highs you couldn´t have dreamed of reaching.

 Breathless and sweaty Tom collapsed on top of you and grinned sexily.

“We should have done that sooner!”  

All you could do was laugh, kiss him and hold onto him with the intention of never letting go!

Note: Tags and requests are open :) Thank you for reading !! 

[pffbts]

If possible I would like to request an imagine with Namjoon. Y/N and Namjoon were slowly drifting apart due to Namjoon job. It got a point we’re Y/n though about breaking up with him but Namjoon is also aware o the situation btw them and make Y/N change her mind. Hope it wasn’t too confuse. Thank love you work 💜

―genre: fluff; angst; crack.

―pairing: namjoon x female reader | no supporting character.

―w.c: 1.8K

―author`s note: this was supposed to be a little drabble like imagines and now it looks like a whole fic. i`m sorry if this isn`t what you expected. but nevertheless, i tried and i probably sound like an emo fool after writing such fic as below. thank you for sending in this idea, i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it, baby! much love

[05:09 PM] [cherry blossom outside the large transparent window while the afternoon sun covers half the stature of someone`s significant other]

― the girl beside his desk has an eye for him. namjoon knows all about it and it wasn`t that which made him feel anything special. he sighed, as he glanced over to his computer screen. suddenly, the tie around his neck felt too tight. then he looked at the right down corner of his computer screen, the time saying almost 10:00 P.M. you must be drastically worried. or maybe not.

this has been a regular thing now. namjoon don`t even have time for himself. how could he manage to keep track of his live-in girlfriend? it`s been exactly two years, eight complete months and thirteen days that namjoon confessed about his love for you in front of his present shared home with you. at that time, you weren`t staying with him. you were just a casual visitor, a thread of movies and books that kept you going with him for hours and hours of conversation.

it was spring at that time and the cherry blossoms look ethereal, especially falling across your face that glowed time to time as namjoon`s words for confession flowed with each passing seconds. he, after three months, revealed that he had practised it for almost fiftieth time just to get it completely perfect in front of you.

the girl next to him kept looking at him. he let the tie get loose with the single tug of his forefinger across the knot. the clock said 10:27 PM – what? it has already been almost half an hour? namjoon shook his head microscopically and pushed his chair back, and got up picking up all the printouts and folders stacked on his desk. the girl next to him – what is her name again? who knows? – shot her eyes up to follow his movements.

namjoon ran across the parking lot. the clock said 11:03 PM. he felt fucked up. he wanted to stop you from leaving him. yes, it has been his fault all along. after all, the sudden promotion at his office got with a hectic, piled up works and along with that the constant pressure of keeping you happy. no, what the hell is wrong with him? how can he call the mere presence of yours in his life, as his lover, as the only woman in his life now that his mother is up in the sky, a pressure? sure, his mother isn`t smiling right now. she must be looking down at her son while he drives past the restaurant he first met you, thinking that this isn`t the son she raised.

namjoon knew you were tired. it started showing when you stopped staying up late for dinner at the dinner table when you stopped sleeping face to face with him when you stopped mending the little decoratives on the cupboards that he broke without any warning. he could see all the signs and if your eyes ever met his, you would only smile – but that smile wasn`t a smile of someone still in hope, it was the smile of someone who slowly fades away.

he parked the car in the apartment garage and pulled out the keys. of course, the door is all locked. he quickly climbs all the stairs and when he finally opens the door of his shared apartment, he could only hear the sound of his loud heartbeat pumping enough blood to take in anything. the sight of your white coat still hanging and all of your shoes – namjoon counted them, just out of habit – sneakers (one blue and one white), beige coloured stiletto, and another blue dockside and oh, there`s the recent one – a block heels. namjoon smiled and as the counting of your shoes finished at the back of his mind, he slowly with no sound took his own shoes off – a mere office shoe (nothing interesting, just the normal black ones). he placed them very cautiously beside his own black vans.

he unbuttoned his white shirt while still walking with pressed steps towards the bedroom. the dinner was covered at the dinner table, but namjoon was in no mood for that. his appetite had been gone for the last couple of hours after the constant scrutinizing gaze from the female co-worker beside his desk to the words of his boss while he handed him another stack of folders.

namjoon simply wanted to face you while he lies down on his bed tonight, if and if only while he completely takes off his shirt in front of the bedroom`s door, he could see the calm and sleeping figure of you in his and your bed.

the grip from his shirt loses and it falls down without any sound – just like you went away.

*

the empty bed was enough information, actually, no, the empty closet was enough information that you had left him. wait, does that mean, you got new shoes? or wait, maybe you didn`t even think of it and walked out in your slippers. how many times? how many times has namjoon told you not to walk around the place outside the home in your slippers?

namjoon let out a burst of hysterical laughter – as if he`s completely lost all his senses. this isn`t what promotion means. promotion comes with stability, marriage plans, babies and a lot more of that. what was he doing? he was accepting stacks and stacks of folders each night, coming home past midnight, getting eye fucked by some creepy co-worker, not giving a single loving kiss to his girlfriend every time he goes out for office – you ask why – because when he leaves, it`s early morning and you never woke up before 8:00 AM ever in your life.

he went for another drive, all through the traffic, passing the same restaurant now that it flocks with a countless number of people at 04:34 PM next day. namjoon has taken half his day off today just because his boss couldn`t stop seeing his first-class employee getting a stroke in the completely air-conditioned office.

namjoon felt the same kind of heart beats coming back to life after last night when he somehow silenced them by counting your shoes. huh, god this isn`t the time to think of counting shoes. like who the fuck counts shoes to slow down your heartbeat? normal people would look at stars, count the stars, count the clouds but no, your lover, your pathetic yet silly lover, kim namjoon counts your shoes every night he comes back home just to confirm if you`re still putting up with his recklessness.

he never used the doorbell at your little apartment. he always knocked – three times in a row. he remembered you saying that, three knocks equivalent to – kim (knock) nam (knock) joon (knock). no, it wasn`t just him who was pathetic, you sound stupid too. it`s not just him who has three syllables in his full name in the world. but, then he remembered you said that no one knocks the doors these days. they always use the doorbell.

when the door opened, namjoon felt like he needed a sunglass, and a tube of sunscreen because you looked too vibrant as if pushing the literal sun to its limit.

“namjoon?” so that`s how your voice sounds like? so that`s how the sun sounds like?

his senses came back and soon his furiously beating heart dropped to the deepest pit hole inside his body. you had never used his full name, not until the second day of your and his meeting at the restaurant. you always called him ‘joon’. you were always – joon this, joon that, joon take care, joon good morning, joon…joon i love you.

he pushed you inside the room and went down on his knees, his hands tightly holding your side. namjoon cried like there was no one in front of him, like the main door of his girlfriend`s little apartment isn`t wide open, like the tint of the warm sunlight isn`t warming up his hands that gripped your sides as support.

“i`m sorry! i`m sorry!” he wailed like a baby, “i was confused. i was so fucked up with all the promotions and the constant work pressure that i forgot i had the biggest priority back in my home. our home.” he looked back up at your face to see that your eyes weren`t looking away from him, they were filled with tears and down on him. “i told my boss that i`ll leave the post and go back to being the normal employee. i can`t afford to lose you again. not when no other person is there for me. i don`t want to become lonely again, y/n! please come back!”

“joon! no” yes! namjoon`s insides yelped with the tiniest bit of hope. you called him joon again. “don`t say things like that – you`ve worked hard for that position that you have took up today. i know the work pressure went up but i really didn`t expect you to stop caring about our side altogether.” namjoon shook his head against your thigh as his face remained pushed against it. “you know what? i was really feeling stupid when i walked out because it was only when i looked down at my feet after coming here that i realized that i was still in my home slippers.” stupid, namjoon said to you in his mind. “i thought i could just pull you by your tie and make you sit with me and talk it all out. i was really stupid, right?”

you went on your knees just like namjoon. even on your knees, you were shorter than him. how silly! how cinematic the view looked! you took hold of his face and in a slow, soft and stern voice, you asked, “where`s my kiss, stupid?”

the clock read 05:09 PM and namjoon witnesses the first cherry blossom of the arriving spring outside the large window and then his eyes looked upon the sleeping figure of you – his significant other, facing his side, the setting sun over half of your stature.

namjoon could still tell how much abandoned your lips felt like.

[hytranan]

Make me swoon

Make me sway

With your arms

With your rhythm

Chế một chút 😷

Let us dance

In the rain

In the war

In the prison

Anh trở về nhà từ cái trường nhảm

Anh lại vẽ bài vào cái giờ mà mọi người thường ngủ

Cảm thấy trống trải dù căn phòng này có đủ giường tủ

Hôm nay anh thấy buồn, buồn hơn cả nhạc Trường Vũ

Vẽ vời mới đó vậy mà đã gần một năm rồi

Anh buồn vì có những ngày cành lá tâm tư anh lười đâm chồi

Buồn những muộn phiền khiến cho đôi khi lòng này cười không nổi

Buồn vì có những ngày bất ổn

Nhưng không có đến một người thăm hỏi (Oh)

Miền Nam mùa này mưa rồi, thời tiết khó chịu lắm em

Anh đi loanh quanh ngoài đường, đôi Bitis đã lấm lem

Trong đầu anh không định hướng, lời nhạc này cũng mông lung

Bây giờ anh đứng ở đây, nhưng tâm hồn ở trên không trung

Thật may là anh có sketch, có mực màu để thả vào

Như một tấm đệm êm, mỗi khi mệt anh ngả vào

Đã từng hi vọng và cũng đã từng thất vọng nhiều

Rồi có một ngày tất cả trôi qua nhẹ như một giấc mộng chiều (Oh)

Những quả bóng bay rồi thì cũng có ngày bị xẹp mất

Những ngày còn được chơi rap chắc chắn là những ngày đẹp nhất

Và tao lại feel như là cơn gió bay trong buổi chiều mượt mà

Mừng như thằng nhóc bỗng được mang đến được cho thật nhiều hộp quà

Gặp chuyện trường lớp cho tao có thể gởi gắm nhiều điều thật thà

Mỗi ngày còn nháp vui như là Lục Vân Tiên gặp Kiều Nguyệt Nga

Chẳng có gì đáng tự hào khi có những ngày đầy cực khổ

Nhưng nước mày uống còn không nhiều bằng mồ h��i tao từng đổ

Tao là thằng con lớn, ông bà già tao ai lo?

Đã có những ngày ăn bữa hôm nay chỉ mong ngày mai no

Ai thì cũng như ai, muốn có tiền, nhà và xe

Đêm nằm thật yên giấc không muốn có phiền hà mà care

Ai thì cũng như ai thôi, bằng cách này hoặc cách khác

Và mi thay đổi cuộc đời của mi bằng đánh cắp

Vẽ một bài vẽ mệt như đi cày trong trưa hè tháng sáu

Chất xám tao đưa vào đó thật ra không khác gì bán máu

Mày không thể nào mà đem đơn vị bình thường ra đo đạc

Bài vẽ của tao giàu có không khác gì vàng trong kho bạc

Đừng phán xét tao khi đời của tao sẽ chẳng ai sống cho

Mấy thằng thùng rỗng thì thường hay cho mình là cái trống to

Nhiều thằng đi bằng hai chân nhưng mà thật ra là giống bò

Cái chất của tao không thể nhầm lẫn dù cho tao hóa thành đống tro

Và tao lại feel như là cơn gió bay trong buổi chiều mượt mà

Mừng như thằng nhóc bỗng được mang đến được cho thật nhiều hộp quà

Trở về trường lớp cho tao có thể gởi gắm nhiều điều thật thà

Mỗi ngày còn vẽ vui như là Lục Vân Tiên gặp Kiều Nguyệt Nga

Muốn tìm nhạc chill, Đen Vâu chính là chợ đầu mối

Nghe nhạc của anh em sẽ thôi thấy sợ màu tối

Muốn ngủ thật ngon, đem nhạc anh mà gối đầu giường

Trong màn đêm đen khi cơn mưa lạnh kia đang xối đầu đường

Sẽ có những ngày đầu của em cần tìm một nơi ngả

Ngày mà những âu lo cuộc đời này vùi dập em tơi tả

Em rơi

Ngã vào trong những lo toan

Phổi em vẫn có thuốc và nó bị chèn ép mà ho khan

Nhạc của anh em nên nghe vào đêm

Và khi mà em đang cuộn mình lại trong chiếc chăn mềm

Và khi mà em không biết mình nên vui hay buồn bã

Và khi mà em không khóc nhưng nước mắt cứ tuôn ra

Ha

Khóc đi

Cười đi

Tuôn ra đi cho hết một lần

Không còn cảm xúc, nghĩa là em đang chết một phần

Đâu cần chèn lòng mình lại, muốn trở thành một Hoa Mộc Lan?

Nếu đời không cho ta là hoa hồng thì em hãy cứ vui làm đời Hoa Mộc Lan

Hoài niệm lại về theo cái cách mà anh không ngăn nổi

Từ bán cầu não, xuống đến ngực sau đó làm căng phổi

Anh thấy cồn cào như uống thuốc mà không chịu ăn cơm

Biết là không tốt như hồi bé cố hít mùi đất lên

Thành phố buồn không phải vì thành phố không có em

Mà có em, nhưng mà mình sẽ khó mà gặp lại

Ta đã có những ngày sống trong mong chờ khắc khoải

Buồn ngắc ngoải, nhưng chắc phải, đành gác lại

Haizz

Em biết không?

Và đôi khi anh cần người trói

Bằng ánh mắt

Bằng hơi thở

Bằng cười nói

Bằng thinh lặng

Bằng hồ hởi

Bằng êm ru

Khi trưa hè ngày đông lạnh trong đêm thu

Tâm tư này cần em để chấp cánh

Và có những thứ giá trị nhưng không hề lấp lánh

Bài hát này không có quảng cáo

Không có anh đời em chắc cũng chẳng sao (Yeah)

[greasygyeom]

Title: Lost

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: 난 언제부턴가 흐릿해져, 널 향한 마음이, 추억들 모두 다 지워져, 우리 둘이 떠들던 그 공간 ( Starting at one point it’s getting hazy for me, my heart towards you, all the memories are getting erased, the place where we talked). Jaebum x Reader. Angst/Fluff. Trigger Warning: Accident/Death

Note: I sadly don’t have a playlist for this :( But I hope you enjoy reading it, and let me know if it made you feel the feels <3 

Jaebum had been acting weird and distant from you for a little over a week now. Usually he would come over to yours first, after closing down the studio, get dinner and then head to his place. Sometimes he'd just stay over and you'd watch movies and fall asleep, curled up on each other.

Off-late he'd made the most half hearted excuses to skip meeting you altogether— sitting in late to decide choreography for vague somethings, one day there was a party, one day he was too tired, the other day he slept at the studio— it all somehow had reeked of a forthcoming break-up.

You are so sure. So sure.

He'd barely been affectionate; or even attentive, for that that matter. You could have told him you were pregnant with his child and he would've probably replied with a, "oh I can't make it today, I have to fix the choreography for a show."

A lot of insecurities had crept up inside your mind during this time, but you relentlessly had tried to distract them with meaningless activities. You convince yourself day in and day out that it was going to be okay. That he's been really busy. That this just temporary. But every time you hear the words "Sorry babe, I won't be able to meet you today," a little piece of you disintegrates into ashes.

You still foster a hope that today will be different.

"Hey babe," he says to you. At least he courtesies a call. "I have to go out of town for a couple of days, for work."

"Okay... what work?" You blurt out without thinking, more out of agitation, less out of curiosity.

"Studio related work." He vaguely explains. "Some expansion plans that Jihoon wants to go over."

"Oh, okay."

You don't ask when he leaves and he doesn't think it necessary to tell you. You, however, can't ignore the strain in his voice. You know something is bothering him. It's been in his voice for days—that vacant, distracted tremor—and you so desperately want to ask if he's doing well, but something repeatedly stops you.

Jaebum had never appreciated being probed about things he didn't want to talk about. He always just came to you on his own, when he was ready to get something off his chest.

He also liked maintaining that equilibrium in his life where he'd tell you exactly what you need to know and the rest he would deal with, by himself.

So, for his sake and yours, you hold yourself together through the call, because god forbid you'd let him know that his antics were crushing  your soul. But as soon as you hear the line end, you cry. You cry because it hurts so much.

Your overthinking rapidly cascades into rivers of unforgiving scenarios that undoubtedly end with you walking in a direction far away from him.

You know the irrationality of all of it, but as you sink into your bed all alone, again, having forgotten to eat dinner, again, you can't help but prepare yourself for the damage Jaebum would eventually cause your heart.

You're far too deeply in love with him.

The next morning is as empty as your message box. He hadn't even replied to your goodnight texts.

Pushing everything out of your head, you get ready for work and bank on the mundane corporate world to help you get rid of your obsessive thoughts. It works until he calls you. A lot of your correspondence has been limited to phone calls lately.

You try your best to not sound aggressive.

"Babe, would you.... be able to take care of the cats while I'm gone? I know it's too much to ask. Just for three days."

At least he still trusts you with his cats.

"Yeah, sure. Should I pick them up in the evening?"

"Whenever is convenient for you. You have the keys to my apartment." He paused for a second and says, "I'm... sorry."

It didn't feel like a conversation between two people who'd only up until a week ago spent every free second of their life with each other. The awkwardness gets to you.

"Why are you sorry, Bummie. It's okay."

"I just—I'll see you soon."

He abruptly cuts the call, leaving you distraught. A heavy burden settles in, on your chest, as you stare blankly at your computer screen. You can't cry, you're at work, so you bite your cheeks furiously.

You don't know yourself what hurt you more — the fact that talking to your boyfriend felt like talking to a stranger or that his apology made matters a lot more ambiguous.

As afternoon drags into evening, your anxiety levels increase, bit by bit. You would soon have to go to his apartment and something about that entire situation feels ominous. But you have to, regardless.

His building is not too far from your work. You park your car and sit in silence for a few minutes.

Pick up the cats and the food and leave. Don’t look at anything.

You mentally recite this to yourself a couple of times. You’re not one to willingly pry around his room, you would never violate his space or his trust like that. But, you are so afraid you’d unintentionally stumble upon something that would confirm all the doubts you’d been fostering for the past few days, you want to chicken out.

“Ma’am, the elevator is under maintenance today.” someone says from behind you, just as you are about to press the button. You sigh heavily. Of course it is. You climb up three flights of stairs, busy calculating how exactly you are going to get 3 cat cages downstairs in one go. It’s an impossible task.

When you open the door you’re greeted by a siamese cat, looking at you curiously.

“Hello, Nora.” you call out to her, closing the door behind you. “Did you miss me?”

She runs back into the house and you follow. Pick up the cats and the food and leave.

You find his other two cats lazing around on his bed. You miss his bed almost as much as you miss him.

Kunta nuzzles his head into your palm. “Aw baby, do you miss Bummie?”. The cat looks at you and purrs. “I know, I know, I miss him too.” You decide to spend some time cuddling with the three, before feeding them.

The kitchen looks like a mess, like he hasn't been to his own apartment in days. You know the extent to which his laziness expands, but being messy is not really him. Maybe he has really been busy.

Rummaging around, you look for the cat food, but instead your gaze falls on a card kept on the extended table.

“In loving memory of Kim Ha-na.

4.04.1994 - 5.10.2015

We lost her two years ago, on this date, but she continues to live in our hearts.

Date: 5.10.2017

Place: Nam-Gu, Busan.

Time: 10 a.m”

When your eyes travel to the RSVP, it feels like hole is being burnt where your heart once existed. You couldn’t understand why his number is in it. You rush through your memory, trying to think if he had talked about anyone named Ha-na. It makes no sense.

If he’s leaving tomorrow, it could only mean he’s leaving for the service…a service he’d spent the last week organising.

With damp cheeks you sink into the floor; a realisation settling at the pit of your stomach. He doesn’t trust you enough to tell you something this important. You don't even know who Kim Ha-na was and you can't seem to stop your mind from spiralling. Did he have no faith in you at all?

There's a ring at the front door.

Panic sends a cold shiver down your spine. Jaebum's home and you are a visible mess. You hurriedly rub the tears off and sniff, with a lot of force, to clear out your blocked nose. Under no circumstance did you want him to see you like this. He'd chosen to keep this from you, you intended to maintain it.

You beg your body to loosen up as you open the door.

"Youngjae?"

You feel oddly relieved and let him in.

"Oh! Noona! Jaebum hyung isn't here yet?"

"Aah no, I'd just come to take the cats home."

"Oh yeah, he told me… I think. You won't be going to Busan with him?"

It feels like a giant fireball is now lodged in your throat.

"N-no." You manage to stutter.

You turn away from Youngjae, to hide your rapidly cascading tears.

Water, you need some water to calm down. Discretely cleaning up your face while he's distracted with the cats, you breathe in as much air as you can, to normalise your voice.

"Here, have some water."

"Noona, are you sure you're okay? Your eyes look really red." He asks, accepting the glass.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Will your allergies be okay around the cats."

"Yeaah, I can spend some time with them, not a lot of it”

"How's Jaebum been?" You casually ask, trying to make it sound as natural as possible. "I haven't seen too much of him in the past week."

"Yeah, he's been really busy with the service arrangements. I wish he didn't blame himself for it. It really wasn't his fault."

By the time those words leave his mouth, all your strength disappears under a cloak of invisibility. You hide your face in your palm and sob uncontrollably.

"Noona? What happened?" He immediately hugs you. "I didn't mean to make you sad. I'm sorry I shouldn't have talked about her. But it's all in the past and he really loves you."

"If he loved me, he would have told me all this himself including that he loves me, Youngjae."

"What do you mean?"

"I only know about the memorial ceremony because I saw an invitation card on the table. He told me he's going because Jihoon wants to expand the business to other cities. They're going to look over locations. I don't even know who she is or why his name is in the rsvp."

"He really never told you?"

You hang your head low, shaking it in denial. Youngjae pulls you in tighter.

"Do you want me to tell you?"

"No, I want to hear it from him..." you pause, "Did he love her?"

The boy sitting before you nods with a pained look in his eyes. "Her death changed him, a lot. He became a lot more careful with his words. And started making sure the people he loved knew he loved them."

The fear of being nothing more than a rebound settles in your bones, like dust on a sarcophagus.

“Noona,” Youngjae strokes your hair lovingly. “Jaebum hyung really cares about you, I know this for sure. Believe in him…okay? I know he will tell you.”

You don’t move, but cry a little more. Suddenly you feel devoid of any hope that could exist in your already beaten, broken heart. “Youngjae, don’t tell him that you told me anything okay? I let you in before leaving— that’s all that happened.”

“Okay.”

“Will you help me take the cats down to the car?”

He nods and helps you off the floor. “Don’t cry, noona, please.”

Youngjae feels slightly uneasy at his inability to console you. He absolutely couldn't see you cry like that, but then again, he thinks to himself, Jaebum must have had his own reasons for keeping this from you.

He helps you catch hold of Odd and Kunta, who had turned the dingy space under Jaebum's bed into their playground and carries them both down to you car. Meanwhile, you slip the invitation card under some other papers on the table. You don't touch anything else, you don't see anything else. When Youngjae comes back, you hand him the key card.

"No, that one's yours. I don't need house keys. I'll just wait inside till he comes.... that's the plan, remember?"

"Thank you," you peck him on the cheek. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come."

He gives you a bone crushing hug. "Call me when you get home, noona. And if you need anything. Okay?"

You pick up Nora and leave, your head filled with empty spaces and ink blots. Manoeuvring through your mind seems like a task. It's like a spider web extending in all directions.

So you drive in a daze, forgetting to stop for take out. When you finally remember you hadn't bought yourself dinner it's already too late. You're already in your bed with the three cats raising havoc in your room. You miss the fourth one, so dearly.

You don’t have much of an appetite for dinner anyway so you sleep it off; or for breakfast when you wake up the next day.... or lunch.

Even though you now know he's not breaking up with you, a melancholy sets in. Being aware of his pain but being unable to comfort him had by far been the worst feeling you had ever experienced.

You get a call at 5 in the evening. It's Jaebum. Your heart stop for a mili second.

"You haven't eaten." He states.

"I have." You lie through your teeth. You never understood how his instincts worked. He nearly always was 99% accurate about your state of being. You'd stopped questioning it, but even then, it manages to surprise you.

"I know you haven't eaten, dummie."

"I'll eat in a bit." You pause, wonderinf whether or not to say the next few words. Jaebum..... you're okay, right?"

You hadn't called him Jaebum in a long time.

"I'm okay. I am. The cats aren't troubling you too much?" He swiftly switches the subject.

"They're doing alright".

"I'll probably be really busy the next two-three days. I just reached here. I'll see you soon. I—" he stops himself and sighs, “— Wait for me, dummie."

He feels his heart stricken as he utters the words. He knows how distant and distracted he's been; how unfair he's been, because you of all the people deserve to know the reality. But he’s so unsure of subjecting you to the burden he carries on his shoulders that whenever he tries to tell you, words fail him.

Someone yells out to him from a distance, after he cuts your call, asking him to deal with catering services for tomorrow. He doesn't want to do it. He doesn't want to do any of it. But he has to.

After a very heated discussion with the caterers, he heads out, only to encounter Hana's mother on the way. He bows down and she hugs him.

"Thank you, Jaebum, for being here." She says, the wrinkles around her eyes stretching as she smiles softly.

His voice breaks. Had it not been for him, her daughter would have been here.

He doesn't know how to respond, so he nods and excuses himself as soon as he can with a half-hearted reason. After all, he’d been practicing telling white lies with you all week. He scoffs at himself, feeling ashamed.

He takes in a sharp breath and stares at his call log.

15 cancelled calls in a row mock him. All of them to you. All of them cut even before the line could even connect. The guilt of not telling you the truth had been making him restless and ill-tempered.

He hides under this one tree he'd found on his first ever trip to Hana's house, 4 years ago. He'd inscribed her name on it after the funeral. Memories from his past flood his consciousness as the wind ruffles his hair, almost as if to ease his torment.

"I don't know what to do." He sighs, resting his shoulders against her name on the trunk, hoping she'd help him clear his mind, from beyond the world of the living. "How do I tell her about you, Hana?”

He watches the sun sink slowly into the horizon, hypnotising him into a deep slumber— he hadn't slept properly in days— but it’s as short lived as his patience with the world. A disturbing lucid dream revolving around you snaps him out.

It takes him a few moments to realise it’s 8 in the night; and that he’s been absconding for almost two hours. Gathering his thoughts, going against what his body wants to do, he finally moves.

At the guesthouse, family and friends are still coming in and he tries his best to inconspicuously make his way to the room.

”What is he doing here?" a man roars, as he steps into the corridor of the guesthouse.

"He's here to help us. Like at the funeral. Like last year. Like he always does." Hana's mother responds, " Don't create a scene."

Unlike in the afternoon, her voice is stern.

Jaebum stops in his tracks to face the commotion. Hana's elder brother had hated him from the very first day. Things had progressively gotten more complicated between them since the accident.

"This son of a bitch is why she's gone."

"Hyeon-woong— "

"It's okay Mrs. Kim", Jaebum finds his voice but before he can say anything further, the big-boned man charges at him, violently. If he hadn't been so swift, he'd haven't gotten punched in the guts.

"Don't." Jaebum warns once. His bones stiffening, muscles contracting and eyes drilling a death wish into Hyeon-woong’s soul. “Don’t make it worse than it already is.”

“What makes you think I want to listen to you?”

He looks at Mrs. Kim’s pleading face. It takes him everything to turn around and walk away, because he knows better than to react to the provocation.

“Yeah runaway like you always do, you cowering murderer.”

His jaw tenses at those words, lividity coursing through his bones like a high speed shrapnel shot out of a gun. As much as he wants to avoid the situation, his body responds by walking towards Hyeon-woong. His pace quickens as he gets closer to his target and holds the man’s collar, pushing him into the wall.

Jaebum forces his arm into Hyeon-woong’s neck, his other other arm hoisted in the air, stiffened into a punch.

“Say that again,” he hisses.

“Let go of me.” the other struggles under his deathly hold.

“I said, say that again.” Jaebum’s gaze doesn’t lower or soften. The lingering threat in his eyes only worsens.

“Jaebum,” he hears a feeble voice. He doesn’t want to look at Mrs. Kim, but her voice is enough to make  him loosen his choke-hold. Hyeon-woong grunts, gasping in all the air that he can.

“I’ll be there tomorrow. Mrs. Kim.” he says, trying to tone down his anger. “But if he doesn’t stop, this will be the last time.”

She only nods, knowing this isn’t the first time her son had accused the gentle boy standing in front of her, of murder. “I’m sorry, child.”

Jaebum bites back a tear and storms out into the night, with nowhere to go and only you on his mind.

Your right eye suddenly twitches uncontrollably. To others it seems like baseless superstition, but to you, it’s an instinct— that something somewhere is wrong.

Your thoughts immediately fly to Jaebum.

It’s absolutely crazy how you're unable to get mad at him for lying to you. Somewhere deep down you know it's not because he doesn't trust you, it's only because he isn't ready yet.

But, being this understanding brought with itself a special set of hurt, the kind you didn't anticipate at all. You sigh vigorously and look around. Your house feels alien.... no, your body feels alien— you're not even sure anymore.

You’re heading to bed, late into the midnight silence, when there's a knock at your door that startles you.

"It's me." A small, defeated voice travels through the wooden panel.

You rush to open the door.

He crashes into your arms even before you can start your sentence, trembling in your embrace, sobs escaping his pursed lips, erratically.

He's crying and you're standing still, unable to understand the situation. But you put your arms around him and pull him in tighter, threading your fingers through his hair.

You feel an overwhelming emotional wave drown your subconscious into a dull haze. "Shh, it's okay Bummie" you purr into his ears. "Let it out, I'm here..... I'm here."

His grip around you tightens and he buries his face further into your neck, not wanting to let go. You stroke his head gently.

For the first time in 10 months, you'd seen him this vulnerable. He'd had his weak moments, but none that ever reduced him to tears. You'd seen him insecure about his skills, worried about his crew, depressed about his limitations, but you'd never seen him cry this uncontrollably. It pained you in ways you did not anticipate.

His body feels cold against yours. You panic momentarily thinking about the memorial service he's supposed to be at tomorrow. He shouldn't be here at all.

"Bummie? Baby, what's wrong?" You ask, cradling him in your arms.

He shrugs, placing his burning lips on your neck. You can feel your t-shirt soaking up all of his tears. You place a soft kiss on the side of his head. "It's going to be okay Bummie, whatever it is. It's going to be okay."

His broad shoulders extend beyond your frame. You stand there, with him coiled around you, for what seems like an eternity, until he finally quiets down and straightens up.

You look intently into his bloodshot eyes, holding his face in your palms, and peck him lovingly.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles.

You don't want to know why, you just want his pain to simmer down.

"It's okay...."

"It's not. I lied to you about where I was going. I— didn't know how to.... explain it."

You nod, focussing on how the moonlight falling onto his face through the window pane, makes him look even more beautiful than he already is.

"Do you want to tell me where you went?" You ask, taking his hand and leading him into your room. He takes his favourite side on your bed, playing subconsciously with the ring on his finger, his feet taking root on the ground.

"You need water?"

Shaking his head, he hands you a card he’d siphoned off before leaving Busan. You don't show any signs of bewilderment. He patiently waits for you to say something, but you hand it back to him without wanting to open his old wounds.

He starts rambling on his own accord, desperately trying to make himself understood. "She... she was my girlfriend.... before I met you. She passed away while we were together."

You scoot next to him and intertwine your fingers with his.

"We were fighting over something stupid and she's stormed out of my house..... and the cab..." he trailed off. "There was an accident. It was my fault, I shouldn’t have let her go. She’d still be alive if it wasn’t for me.”

His voice trembles again, along with the rest of his body. You want to hug him and wash over his memories, like a high tide gravitating towards the moon.

He looks at you pleadingly, expecting you to be enraged.

"It's okay, Bummie." You reply, looking at the floor.

"You're not mad that I lied?"

"I saw the card.... when I went home. I was looking for the cat food and it was on the table."

"You knew?

With a slight nod you finally look in his direction. He's glassy-eyed, like a child lost in a crowd. "Why didn't you say something?"

"I wasn't thrilled that you lied about it. You'd been so distant the past few days, I first thought you were going to break up."

"I didn't know what to do. I never thought I'd ......" he trails off, keeping his head on your shoulder; wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’m sorry. I hurt you, I tried so hard not to hurt you.”

“Jaebum, you can’t keep protecting me.”

“I have to or I’ll hurt you again.”

“That’s not how it works. I wasn’t hurt that you lied to me, I was hurt because you couldn’t tell me the truth from the very beginning. I don’t want to be someone you feel the need to hide things from.”

“I just— After Hana, I— I never thought I’d fall in love again.” he stutters, as a heavy weight falls off his chest.

Did you hear it right? Did he say he’s in love with you?

Your mind stays blank until he starts drawing heart shaped words filled with adoration on it. “I love you, dummie. You made me fall in love with you. And I kept thinking how you’d react if you found out about Hana. I tried to tell you so many times. I just couldn’t because I thought you’d leave me.”

“Why would I leave you?”

“Because it took me so long to talk about her.”

“Sometimes, somethings take longer than other things to talk about and that’s okay. Like, I used to… want to die, every day, once upon a time. I understand you can’t spring this on people, unless you’re completely sure.”

He rests his chin closer to your neck, melting into you. “Don’t leave me, dummie.”

“I don’t want to.” You reply, “I love you, Jaebum.” swimming into his dark

He touches your lips with his own, softly. You hadn’t felt a connection this strong with him in so long, an electric current passes through your limbs.

“Come with me? To Busan? I don’t want to do it by myself.”

“Will it be okay… for me to?”

“I don’t really care. I don’t want to do it without you.”

There’s no movement in the room except for your breathing. The silence is deafening, but the comfort of having each other in that moment provides you with all the solace you need.

“Jaebum, I don’t mind if you don’t want to tell me things right away. But tell me that you don’t want to tell me, instead of hiding it.”

He pulls you towards himself, and looks long and deep into your dark black eyes, as if nothing else but you exists in the world. “I promise.”

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♦ مشخصات سریال کره ای تسخیر شده ♦ عنوان: تسخیر شده / Possessed عنوان کره ای:빙의 ژانر: کمدی | ترسناک | فانتزی | هیجان انگیز کارگردان: Choi Do-Hoon نویسنده:Park Hee-Kang شبکه پخش: OCN تعداد قسمت ها: 16 تاریخ شروع پخش: ۶ مارس ۲۰۱۹ کیفیت: ۴۸۰-۵۴۰-۷۲۰ ♦ خلاصه داستان ♦  هونگ سوجونگ (گو جون هی) برای مخفی کردن توانایی خاصی که دارد یک زندگی یکنواخت و به دور از مردم انتخاب کرده است. زندگی با آرامش او وقتی بهم میخورد که کارآگاه کانگ پیل سونگ (سونگ سه بیوک) در طی بررسی یک پرونده، متوجه تفاوت سوجونگ با سایر افراد می شود؛ آنها با توانایی های خاص شان به کنکاش پرونده های مختلف می پردازند… ♦ بازیگران سریال کره ای Possessed ♦

Song Sae-Byeok Koh Joon-Hee Yeon Jeong-Hun Jo Han-Sun Kang Pil-Sung Hong Seo-Jung Oh Soo-Hyeok Sun Yang-Woo

Lee Won-Jong Park Jin-Woo Kwon Hyuk-Hyun Ahn Eun-Jin Jung Chan-Bi Detective Squad Chief Yoo Choi Nam-Hyun Kim Joon-Hyung Choi Yeon-Hee Yoo Seung-Hee

Gil Hae-Yeon Jo Wan-Ki Lee Ji-Hae Park Sang-Min Jang Hyuk-Jin Geum-Jo Fortune-Teller Bae Doryung Jo Seung-Kyung Jang Choon-Sub Kim Nak-Chun

Seo Eun-Woo Won Hyun-Joon Park Soo-Yeon Lee Jung-Min Kim Ji-Hang Hwang Dae-Doo Sun Yang-Woo's victim Police Officer Han ♦ لیست موسیقی متن های سریال Possessed ♦ Part 1 ۰۱. SOJUNG (소정) LADIES’ CODE (레이디스 코드) - Searching Me ۰۲. SOJUNG (소정) LADIES’ CODE (레이디스 코드) - Searching Me (Inst.) Part ۲ ۰۱. The Barberettes (바버렛츠) - What a meaning (어떤 의미..) ۰۲. The Barberettes (바버렛츠) - What a meaning (어떤 의미..) (Inst.) Part ۳ ۰۱. Lee Bada (이바다) - Hold My Hand (잡아줘) ۰۲. Lee Bada (이바다) - Hold My Hand (잡아줘) (Inst.) Part ۴ ۰۱. Hanhee Jun (한희준) - Like That Day (그날처럼) ۰۲. Hanhee Jun (한희준) - Like That Day (그날처럼) (Inst.) Part ۵ ۰۱. Na Goeun (나고은) - Fly (날아) ۰۲. Na Goeun (나고은) - Fly (날아) (Inst.) Part ۶ ۰۱. Han Seung Hee (한승희) - I`ll Be There ۰۲. Han Seung Hee (한승희) - I`ll Be There (Inst.) Part ۷ ۰۱. Yeon Kyoo Seong (연규성) - When i Find You (잊지마...) ۰۲. Yeon Kyoo Seong (연규성) - When i Find You (잊지마...) (Inst.) Part ۸ ۰۱. Seven O’Clock (세븐어클락) - I Find You ۰۲. Seven O’Clock (세븐어클락) - I Find You (Inst.) Part ۹ ۰۱. Jinju (진주) - Moon Rainbow (달무지개) ۰۲. Jinju (진주) - Moon Rainbow (달무지개) (Inst.) ۰۳. Jinju (진주) - CAU VONG ANH TRANG Part ۱۰ ۰۱. Drako (드라코) - Dream (꿈) ۰۲. Drako (드라코) - Dream (꿈) (Inst.) Various Artists ۰۱. SOJUNG (소정) LADIES’ CODE (레이디스 코드) - Searching Me ۰۲. The Barberettes (바버렛츠) - What a meaning (어떤 의미..) ۰۳. Lee Bada (이바다) - Hold My Hand (잡아줘) ۰۴. Hanhee Jun (한희준) - Like That Day (그날처럼) ۰۵. Na Goeun (나고은) - Fly (날아) ۰۶. Han Seung Hee (한승희) - I`ll Be There ۰۷. Yeon Kyoo Seong (연규성) - When i Find You (잊지마...) ۰۸. Seven O’Clock (세븐어클락) - I Find You ۰۹. Jinju (진주) - Moon Rainbow (달무지개) ۱۰. Drako (드라코) - Dream (꿈) ۱۱. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - Possessed Main Title ۱۲. Ha Geun Young (하근영), VERY BERRY - An Abyss of Death ۱۳. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - Summoning Ghosts ۱۴. Ha Geun Young (하근영), VERY BERRY - Endless Murder ۱۵. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - A Premonition of Death ۱۶. Ha Geun Young (하근영), VERY BERRY - Following the Traces ۱۷. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - In a Predicament ۱۸. Ha Geun Young (하근영), VERY BERRY - In the Demon ۱۹. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - A Devilish Conspiracy ۲۰. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - An Evil Spirit ۲۱. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - Nakcheon`s Theme ۲۲. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - The Loneliness ۲۳. Ha Geun Young (하근영), VERY BERRY - A Warm-Hearted Man ۲۴. Soundvolt, Play Sound (플레이사운드) - Searching Me (Piano Ver.) ۲۵. Soundvolt, Play Sound (플레이사운드) - What a meaning (어떤 의미..) (Piano Ver.) ۲۶. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - Seojeong`s Theme ۲۷. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - Pit-a-Pat ۲۸. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - Pleasant Colleagues ۲۹. Ha Geun Young (하근영), VERY BERRY - Living with Ghosts ۳۰. Ha Geun Young (하근영), Byeon Dong Wook (변동욱) - A Silly Idea Read the full article

[youngk93]

long list of accidental run ins WHO THE FUCK ELSE HAVE YOU MET lol im curious spill the beanssss

Under the cut + some stories about things that happened at that time

Seungri and TOP from BB both at a club, different nights, both were v intoxicated. Seungri asked if I wanted to come into VIP and even tho he’s my BB bias I was like no thank I’m a smol (I was 20 at the time, 21 Korean age but I was very new to everything bc I never went clubbing in the states or drank alcohol (allergic to everything but pure alcohols) so i was like i don’t wanna chance it but thank u) TOP acts like a 5yo when drunk 100% confirmed. it was cute my friend hated the living hell out of it but he liked her better bc she was gorgeous i ain’t even gonna deny she was so good lookin. i am a mere mushroom compared.

Tiger JK, Mirae, Bizzy (suuuper nice people! my friend’s friend was throwing a party and they were there. DJ Jazzyjeff was playin that night too it was a bomb)

Jay Park (was at the same party. V short. much attitude in that smol body. white girls were tryin to get up on him and he was like leave me alone LOL) 

I swear I met Hyukoh in Hongdae but nobody believes me but he sat next to me on a bench and he was v polite v quiet as usual and I did the polite bow and he did it back but then I was like dang he cute in person and his friend came so he left i was like bye u cutie sobsobsob

UH, Yoona from GG twice! I met her once during that time I met BTS and another time i saw her when I was dropping my little bro at ICN airport and there were a million people there and she walked passed us in line.

Day6 (x like10 ?) +Junhyeok my coffee neighbor ;n;///// back when i lived in the boonies of 망원도 tho 10/10 would live there again now that i think abt it offered to help with instruments (this was like in september/october of 15 they were still playing v small shows) and youngk was like no thank you we’re good (he says as they’re squishing into an elevator with everything but was still smiling brightly)

Zhang Yixing randomly he was filming smth and my friends and I just happened to be there 

BTS like I stated before

SHINee’s Taemin LMFAO that kid can run fast he was on the subway in everybody era clothes and as soon as the next stop came he just BOOKED it like I have never SEEN anybody scale stairs that fast.

Nemesis, not sure if any of u care but it’s a super awesome band

VIXX came to my school once and did a free performance and i did not know sob sob sob

But I met 10cm at my school like, they didn’t perform they came for the school festival to eat LMFAO i swear i have never seen more innocent people

Kim Woobin was at my old school, too (I’ve met a truck ton of models, fashion week is so chill, including XIN, GD’s bff. Dude’s not so scary in real life he’s real polite. He was standing next to me for some time and i looked over bc i was like u standin close son (i’m from NY so i’m always like u tryina mug me or smth son why u standin close) and i looked over and was all O_O it u, he’s actually taller than i thought he would be but not as scary as i thought he would be go figure.

but yes, there’s a model cafe tucked away in itaewon like it was so hard to find at first it’s v deceiving but it’s model owned and lots of models chill there cause it’s out of the way but it’s a public shop so i went and stayed for a little it was chill

SO CLOSE TO MEETING MY LOVE SOOHYUK (again? i swear i met him in a club but he was intoxicated AF it doesn’t count and he couldn’t remember my name so he called me New Yorker instead lol) BUT HE SHOWED UP AN HOUR AFTER I LEFT I HAD STAYED AT FASHION WEEK UNTIL 7PM EVERY SINGLE DAY AND ON THE LAST DAY HE WAS LIKE LOL I GUESS I’LL SHOW UP AWRETSRJYDTKUYFIASG SOOHYUUUUKKKKK

I met all of Nu’est and had the guts to ask JR for his signature only because i had my sketchbook out sob sob they were all so nice they gave me a coffee!! it was the worst coffee i’ve ever had but !! it was sweet!!  and a churro!! absolute sweethearts ;w; ;w; sobsobsob they were v pleasant and it was fun spelling out my name bc he wrote a heart over the i in my name i was like lol u cute stop stoP

Taehyung from Winner I met him in a club he was v quiet and probably wasn’t supposed to be there. 

Met Kim Bum at Lotte World once! he was in line ahead of me with his then-girlfriend. He was v handsome in person. 

KIM JISOO. I MET KIM JISOO. swoon swoon~ I was at fashion week and everyone was screaming and there he was i was like *A* gorgeous, gorgeous. he was kind of new to the scene so everyone was like who dis 

Cheetah, Hyuna (4Minute), Hyorin (GG) I met at fashion week!

Met Beenzino and Kanto in NY once that was nice. v polite, kanto is like a smol child u want to hold him

Oh i met block b after a concert once as well, and I met TaeIl in a club in gangnam somewhere my God he ‘s so cute in person and everyone calls him short but he ain’t that short. he was suckin on a lolli too i was like lol do you belong in a club. i had met him not too long before that along with MIB at a concert and he was like oh hello again and waved v cutely like he said in english ‘oh hello’ and waved i was like stop u cutie. park kyung remembers me a lot more than the other members tho and that’s how i became a kyung stan. 

met eric nam in church lolol

I’m sure there are more ppl that I cannot remember rn. A LOT of people, I literally have no interest in so it’s a ll v chill meeting them and they see that i’m chill so it’s like no stress. I’m very good at poker face and not bein invasive because i really just don’t want to be that person ???????? about them as a celebrity but them as a person i’d be totally down to getting to know so that’s like the attitude i bring. 

[guitarrod]

This is what I told my soon — to — be — stupid son while he finally felt asleep after moaning.

Hey, Chip, Chip? Are you awake? You can face me, son, it´s alright to be scared. 

Hey, Chip, don´t bury your face in a pillow. Listen to your old man talk so I may feel heroic for a while. Sorry about neglecting you all night. It´s a tic I got from the war, or Life. Neglect of civilian life. Maybe I may feel of service while you burrow in your rabbit hole. I got a confession to make. Being a veteran doesn´t help. It just makes you ruminate things at night. I´m glad you finally got to sleep.

Hey, Chip? Forgive your dad but I had to do it. You can learn something out of the old suffering and strife. Joaquin Phoenix´s Joker turned out to be essential. A sort of litmus test for your manhood. What we learn about ourselves in the battlefield, we carry to the grave. No I´m not trying to be funny. It´s easier to get scared now, when you´re a kid, then later in life. And it´s better to feel scared after watching a movie. Preparation, boy. Bootcamp. I´m conditioning you for anxiety. I knew from the first there wouldn´t be any superhero to save your day, boy. This is war.

You millennials, have social media and I´m deeply sorry for that predicament but I had nothing to do with it and try to be the least involved possible. 

Technology? They take our taxes and funnel it into the Pentagon. For what, you´d ask, if awake? Research and Development. The cold war is over and the Taliban or ISIS wasn´t much. Your grandfather had Vietnam. When you´re drafted from your living room straight to the jungle, you´ll grow out of videogames. Hell, you´ll grow out of Pornohub.

Back in the day, some people showed the courtesy of being famous just out of the happy accident of being born famous. That was tough, kid. A world you never want to see again. A cartoon Vietnam. The enemy was finally home. You want terrorism? Have people pretend street culture ain´t manufactured. Hip Hop survived for a measly second. That´s the Nam. That´s napalm drilling a hole in your core. Vietnam had a better soundtrack than suburbia, kid. I apologize for America. But it is what it is. Soulless. Reality has its side effects.

Have you heard of the assembly line, son? Of dear old Mr. Ford. Well, he was chicken feed to Steve Jobs. Again, I´m sorry. It´s my fault I put you into this world, but I´ll take you out. Not out of this world. I´ll take this world out of you. Even if it kills me. But it will take more than ammo and bombs. There´s no one to shoot. Those assembly lines crossed the boundaries of Mr. Ford´s factory and now you carry that assembly line in your baby hands. Your smartphone, son. Whenever you´re online,son, you are enslaved to the treadmill, building nothing out of nothing, until it gets bigger and bigger and leaves you small and emptier. You see the progression. From the whip to a passive existence building a machine that will build another you instead. Your phone will eat you up. At least, in the first circle of hell all a man had to lose was his self-respect, down to the second circle of hell, all he had to lose was his humanity, down this third circle of pure hell you are annulled. You will cease to exist by an algorithm that never learned existence. Life can´t be computed by a virtual world. Life ceases to exist because it becomes invisible When a man spends all day at the factory, he knows where the line is drawn. He is bound to do the opposite once that freedom bell clangs.

When your great- grandfather immigrated to the land of the free, I refuse to add “brave”, you could see the country. Can you see it now? Or do you see concrete and malls? Steamrolled countryside. First, they mow your lawn, then then they´ll cut your balls. 

Excuse the language, son. I know you´re asleep. You got other things to dream about. I can see computer games coming out of your ears. One difficulty level at a time. You´re dreaming of a dream girlfriend. They don´t build those anymore. But you get the picture.

I´m nagging. I´m just an old man to you. But I´m also a veteran. Experience breeds respect. No, you´re right. It doesn´t. I´m just spare parts. Not even. I missed the last upgrade. I´m not fit to be a human being. But I´m damn capable of being your father. They say you are independent and creative, that´s what they would tell the house boy slave. They got you in so deep, they have found a way for you to build your own maze. You carry it with you, at your fingertips. Each day you create a new corridor, new twists and turns. Your phone isn´t an extension of you. You´re not even an extension of it. Both of you have ceased to exist. They don´t need you, Chip. And they don´t need bullets to delete you. All they need is to upgrade the con. There is nothing better for the maHpresume it. He had an investment to increase. So, back in those days, you just couldn´t just go out and pick up an instrument, they made up such a thing as a professional musician. You left your guitar at home and saw somebody else play it. You stopped daydreaming and had a factory of dreams to provide you with them. And anything that will accommodate man´s unwillingness to move will make you rich. Wasn´t it Steve Jobs who said that man doesn´t know what he desires. Well, he does only he´s forgotten throughout the years. Steve Jobs is only a decadent upgraded version of a ral pioneer bitch like Mr. Taylor and Ford. He had the scheme laid out for him already. You buy your fun, boy. You don´t have it.

Have you seen that schematic design that shows you were to fit batteries. Well, that´s your country. Rectangles and squares crossed with straight lines. Do you think your great-grandfather needed to be whipped? He had a square lunch box he carried with him straight to hell. Do you think his grandfather ate at designated hours? He ate when he was hungry. He slept when the sun went down. He looked for his fun just like a dog will ferret out a rabbit hole. Now fun is designated as well. Defined by you who have lost your mind, ages ago. Oh yes, these things are hereditary. Conditioning is the white man´s burden. He´ll condition himself to the prom, marriage and the grave. It wasn´t always that way son. Corporations crossed the line. There´s your smartphone. And now, we finally get to the Joker.

Voluntary futility, boy. You can´t be whipped into it, you have to be born with it. Remember like I said people inherited fame in my time. Today they found a way to make things easier at the supply side. They made reality shows. But they waited their sweet time before they had the gall. They waited until you TV- fed beasts had enough entertainment, lived and learned your life experiences by show and tell through TV, went through all your coming of age rituals in your living room couch strewn with Cheetos and Doritos all over your stomach to be good and ready to learn every single lesson about life laying down. And then they superimposed it, Life, with Reality. Reality shows. Why hire real people to provide your life lessons when your own boring self broadcast on the screen could do the job. Don´t you get it? The age of reality shows is when the bombs fell. You don´t need napalm to be deformed.

And that´s the theme of the Joker. The joke, if you will. Look at me. Look how I´m talking. I don´t even sound like myself. I sound like the Cosby Show. Remember him? The nation´s daddy? Propofol? Remember Eddie Murphy? He told your jokes for you. He made you work less. You could repeat what you saw on TV and copy and paste. Now I´m talking about myself. Sorry, son. I know you´re asleep with your Roblox. It´s all my fault. I had one day of fun and I was drunk and now I got you on the couch with cheerios sprinkled all over. It wasn´t real fun. It was what they taught me.

So the Joker is about the total banalization of celebrity culture. Remember that scene when his social worker said nobody cared about him. She said nobody cared about her too. Nobody cares. Back in the day, we just cared about Clark Gable. Clark Gable lived in the mist of a glossy magazine. We envied the bastard. He had to walk in feather clouds and smile through his pipe overlooking a pool that looked real to us, the magazine swimming hole. Now Clark Gable, thanks to Mr. Zuckerberg, is your neighbor. So we can feel inadequate about him too. As much as we know his timeline is full of shit we can´t repress that animal feeling of inadequacy at the comparison. Your neighbor´s got the pool now. And the wife, and the car, and the reality show. After all, it´s about nothing and everything, isn´t it? It´s about forged envy. Even our jealousy is a compound of fake news. We made it now, son. Why fight terrorists. We terrorize ourselves.

Well, I got news for you. Your nightmares will last but not if I can do something about it. Celebrities have their lives documented by these phones, they can´t take a piss without being blamed for golden showers and orgies they can´t even brag about. We even elected the Mcdonald´s clown. Orange hair and all. Smiling little cruelty. He´s too inadequate to be a horror show. The real horror show is your envy and hunger for something that´s lost its flavor. And when celebrity culture loses its appeal, when it comes crashing down like a stale joke, then we´ve gone full circle. We´ll need a Michelangelo and a Da Vinci for the least credit. We are so sick of chasing fame, fame is chasing us. And you can only run so fast. Son, here´s the deal. A little metaphor. the 1% who have all the money creates a sense of poverty for those with two tv sets and Cadillac cars that a social revolution should be in order. But it will only come when not even a revolution can be romantic. When that 1% is your neighbor, then there´s a real revolution. The revolution of the sane and the hungry and the need to pluck and pick your own guitars. We need new riffs. It will bowl over. Here´s a secret. What makes man move isn´t hunger and strife, it´s pure boredom. And when the American Dream can´t find a way out, then look out!! Look out Da Vinci! look out Michelangelo! Look out Robert Johnson!!!

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So it's 1960 and Louisville Water goes: 'hey the sewer system is more than a half century old, it's time to begin planning a replacement' but residents are like 'taxes are the devil and your mom is a whore' so nothing gets done. 1970 rolls around and white flight is in full force. People are heading out to the burbs and building new subdivisions in J county and running around going 'look at my yard and my ugly dog; everything is wonderful.' And Louisville Water goes, 'it's wonderful on the surface but we still need to replace the old sewer and now we have hundreds of miles of new water and sewer lines that are further stressing the old system. Everyone needs to chip in,' except residents go, 'I'll ship your water-loving ass off to 'nam and you can figure out how to fix this problem while having no legs.' Before you know it, 1980 descends upon us and it's all hostage this, recession that. And with the 1980s comes malls and strip malls and malls with strip clubs. And more pipes. Oh and Nixon created this thing called the EPA and by then they realized that the Ohio river is gross and pumping leftover raw sewage might not be smart. But Chambliss and Bridgette don't want to hear any of that libtard shit and aren't going to pay a tax increase as it cuts into their water skiiing budget. Meanwhile, their son Beaufort has some development disabilities because he got baptized with water that wasn't properly treated. God works in mysterious ways, indeed. Buckle up because it's 1990 and shit's about to get wild. The core of Louisville is desolate and the burbs are booming, but all those pipes are still needed to do their job and they are woefully out of date. But who fucking cares! Stormin' Norman Schwartzkopff just destroyed the Iraqi army so who needs water when you can drink cheap-ass oil. Meanwhile the EPA is starting to to let cities know that things aren't great. Unfortunately no one is listening in 2000 because OMG Y2K. Then tech crash. And then 9-11. Then freedom fries. Then stocks go poop. Then recession goes BOOM. Then fuck. Then the EPA goes CLEAN YOUR FUCKING SHIT UP like a mom who can't stand to look at her kid's room any longer. And so in 210 now we have more people and all their new pipes that feed into the old pipes. And those pipes are failing. And all the hipster mustache hairs are clogging old mains. So we need to replace the whole system. We also need to build a system that literally stores our shit so that when it rains to much we won't pump it into the rivers and instead will treat it during drier days of the month. And Darren and Kayla are part of gentrification nation and are ready to revitalize the city core with a fixer upper. Except they are a 'hard pass' when it comes to germs so not only do they have hand sanitizers in every room (along with vintage PBR signs), but they love themselves some flushable wipes. Except those things wreak absolute havoc on sewers and treatment systems. How much havoc? Enough that cities are suing to have them banned from being sold. Oh, also we like to freeze and thaw a lot during the winters which can lead to pipe failures. But what didn't happen was some magic poop fairly waving a dookie wand and that replaced the whole system free of cost. What DID happen was pressure from the federal government and local government and common sense that forced the issue and so we all have to pay for it now.

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Top 10 Ca sĩ hát nhạc đồng quê hay nhất thế kỷ 20

Từ lâu, nhac dong que mỹ đã được biết đến như thứ âm nhạc khuấy động không khí. Khác hẳn với vùng nam bộ, mang phong cách của vùng bắc mỹ, âm nhạc này pha trộn nhiều yếu tố truyền thống và hiện đại. Thể loại này khá thịnh hành vào những thập kỷ đầu của thế kỷ 20. Mời bạn cùng xem dòng nhạc bất hủ này do những ca sĩ nào thể hiện nha.

Jimmie Rodgers

Jimmie Rodgers – được mệnh danh là Cha đẻ của dòng nhac dong que (The Father of Country Music), tên thật là James Charles. Ông sinh năm 1897, trong gia đình có ba người con trai và ông là em út. Quê của ông ở thành phố Mississipi, mẹ của Jimmie mất khi ông mới chỉ khoảng 6 – 7 tuổi, sau đó ông đến sống với ông bà của mình. Jimmie Rodgers đến với âm nhạc từ khá sớm, năm 13 tuổi được xem là khởi đầu sự nghiệp của ông, ông đã có 2 show diễn được tổ chức bởi cha của mình. Năm 27 tuổi, ông được chẩn đoán rằng mắc bệnh lao, nhưng ông vẫn tiếp tục sự nghiệp ca hát và dấu sự nghiệp thành công nhất của mình năm 1927.Ông nhanh chóng trở nên nổi tiếng, nhưng thật tiếc vì ông ra đi quá sớm. Ông mất năm 1933 vì căn bệnh lao ở độ tuổi 36. Một số bài hát nổi tiếng của ông:

The Soldier’s Sweetheart

Sleep, Baby, Sleep

Mother Was a Lady

Away out on the Mountain

The Sailor’s Plea

Daddy and Home

My Little Lady

Roy Acuff

Roy Acuff (1903 – 1992) một trong những người đầu tiên có tên trong tượng đài danh vọng của thể loại nhạc đồng quê Mỹ. Acuff là con thứ ba trong một gia đình khá danh giá, ông nội của ông là thượng nghị sĩ của bang Tennessee, mẹ ông là một nghệ sĩ chơi đàn piano, ông ngoại là một bác sĩ. Con đường bước vào âm nhạc của ông ảnh hưởng khá nhiều từ gia đình. Ông được coi là một trong những người tham gia sáng lập nên dòng nhạc đồng quê hải ngoại nổi tiếng quốc tế. Ông bắt đầu sự nghiệp âm nhạc của mình vào năm 1930, tham gia ban nhạc Grand Ole Opry vào năm 1938. Đến năm 1962, ông trở thành nghệ sĩ được trong nước và nước ngoài biết đến với hơn 40 album và hàng chục single nổi tiếng, có thể kể đến như:

Steel Guitar Blues

Old Age Pension Check

Great Speckled Bird

Fireball Mail

Don’t Make Me Go To Bed (And I’ll Be Good)

The Prodigal Son

Vernon Dalhart

Vernon Dalhart – nghệ sĩ có tầm ảnh hưởng lớn đến dòng nhạc đồng quê âu mỹ thế kỷ 20, tên thật của ông là Marion Try Slaughter (1883 – 1948). Vậy nghệ danh của ông mang ý nghĩ là gì? Tại sao ông lấy nghệ danh này? Tên này được lấy từ hai thị trấn: Vernon và Dalhart ở Texas, nơi ông sinh ra và chuyển đến ở khi 13 tuổi. Ông cưới bà Sadie Lee Moore-Livingston vào năm 1901 và có hai người con – 1 trai một gái. Bài hát “The Prisoner’ s song” của ông liên tiếp dành được số 1, 2 trên bảng xếp hạng những bài hát hot nhất vào khoảng những năm 1920, trở thành một trong những bài hát thế kỷ. Bài hát được dịch ra nhiều thứ tiếng anh, Tây Ban Nha, Mexxico… và với hơn 7 triệu bản mp3 được bán ra. Ca khúc này được vinh danh năm 1998. Ông có nhiều bài hát nổi tiếng của ông có thể kể đến như:

Prisoner’s Song

The Runaway Train

Oh Dem Golden Slippers

There’ s a New Star in Heaven Tonight

Santa Claus, That’s Me!

Patsy Montana

Patsy Montana sinh ra trong gia đình có mười anh em, bà tên thật là Ruby Rose Blevins, sinh năm 1908, mất năm 1996. Năm 1929, bà đến California học violon và sau đó chơi thành thạo hai nhạc cụ là đàn guitar và violon cho cả dòng nhạc có lời và không lời. Đến năm 1934, Montana nhanh chóng trở thành nữ ca sĩ nhạc đồng quê đầu tiên bán được một triệu bản singlekhi  bài hát “I Want To Be a Cowboy’s Sweetheart” được tung ra. Không chỉ là ca sĩ nhạc đồng quê, bà còn là một nhạc sĩ, diễn viên. Một số bài hát nổi tiếng nhất của bà:

Shy Ann from Old Cheyenne

Riding Old Paint

The Yodeling Ghost

Deep in the Heart of Texas

You’re the Only Star in My Blue Heaven

Bill Monroe

Bill Monroe (1911 – 1996) – tên thật của ông là William Smith Monroe, một ca sĩ, nhạc sĩ người Mỹ. Ông được gọi là “The Father of Bluegrass”, vì chính ông đã sáng tạo ra thể loại nhạc Bluegrass – một thể loại nhạc chơi bằng nhạc cụ có dây. Ông thành lập ban nhạc cùng với Charlie Monroe, sau đó đặt tên cho ban nhạc là “Blue Grass Boys”theo thể loại mà ông sáng tạo ra. Vài nét về tiểu sử của Bill Monroe: Cả mẹ và bác (ngoại) của ông đều là những thiên tài âm nhạc, ông là con nhỏ nhất trong gia đình có 8 anh em. Từ Mẹ và Bác, Bill Monroe có điều kiện tiếp xúc với âm nhạc rất sớm, đặc biệt là khả năng ca hát. Tuổi thơ không may mắn, các anh em trong gia đình phải chia ra sống với các bác, cô dì khi Mẹ của ông mất vào năm ông mới mười tuổi. Năm 1940, ông tham gia thử giọng thành công và gây ấn tượng mạnh với George D, Hay. Sau đó, Bill Monroe bắt đầu gây được cảm tình với công chúng, thành công từng bước và nhanh chóng nổi tiếng. Một số bài hát nổi tiếng của ông:

Kentucky Waltz

Footprints in the Snow

Sweetheart, You Done Me Wrong

Wicked Path of Sin

When You Are Lonely

Hank Williams

Hank Williams sinh ngày 17 tháng 9 năm 1923, tại quận Alabama, tên thật là Hiram King. Sau đó, ông chuyển đến Georgiana. Chính nơi đây,  ông đã gặp Rufus Payne – người có ảnh hưởng rất lớn đến phong cách âm nhạc của Williams. Ông và mất ngày 1 tháng 1 năm 1953, nguyên nhân cái chết của ông được cho là vì bị suy tim đột ngột tại một trạm xăng ở phía tây Virginia. do hút quá nhiều thuốc và rượu. Ông là ca sĩ, nhạc sĩ quan trọng và có tầm ảnh hưởng nhất của thế kỷ 20, được công nhận là Ông hoàng của dòng nhạc đồng quê (The King Of Country Music). Nhiều tác phẩm của ông đã được nhiều nghệ sĩ “cover” lại. Một số bài hát của ông:

Your Cheatin’ Heart

Long Gone Lonesome BluesThere’s a Tear in My Beer

I Don’t Care (if Tomorrow Never Comes)

Fly Trouble

My Sweet Love Ain’t Around

James Travis Reeves

James Travis Reeves được biết đến trên khắp thế giới vào những thập niên 50, 60 của thế kỷ 20 với nghệ danh là Gentleman Jim. Ông sinh năm 1923, mất năm 1964, là một ca sĩ nhạc đồng quê nổi tiếng người Mỹ. Bắt đầu sự nghiệp, ông không được thành công trong lĩnh vực các chương trình radio. Phải đến đầu những năm 50 của thế kỷ 20, ông mới đạt được số 1 trên các bảng xếp hạng âm nhạc ở Mỹ và nổi tiếng với các hit “I love you”, “Mexico Joe”,… Vào đầu những năm 60, ca khúc “He’ ll Have To Go”mang đến cho ông thành công lớn nhất là giành được giải thưởng bạch kim. Ngoài ca hát, ông còn đóng một số bộ phim tại Nam Phi và có một lượng fan hùng hậu ở Ấn Độ và Sri Lanka. Giữa lúc đang trên đỉnh cao, ở độ tuổi 41, ông qua đời do một tai nạn máy bay. Dù đã qua đời, nhưng các bài hát của ông vẫn rất hot và các đĩa của ông vẫn bán rất chạy trên khắp thế giới. Một số bài hát hay của ông:

Welcome to My World

He’ ll Have To Go

This World Is not My Home

I Love You Because

Whispering Hope

Johnny Cash

Johnny Cash (1932 – 2003) – một ca sĩ chất giọng bass vô cùng riêng biệt và sâu. Ngoài ra, ông còn là nhạc sĩ, nghệ sĩ guitar, diễn viên tác giả, biên kịch người Mỹ. Thành công trong sự nghiệp, ông là một trong những nghệ sĩ có tầm ảnh hưởng đến âm nhạc thế kỷ 20. Nhưng cuộc đời của ông lại đầy sóng gió, Cash cưới Vivian Liberto vào năm 1954 và có với nhau 4 người con gái, sau đó nên Liberto đã đệ đơn xin ly hôn vào năm 1966, do ông vướng phải chứng nghiện rượu và ma túy. Ông thích mặc đồ tối màu, đặc biệt là đồ đen và thường bắt đầu buổi trình diễn bằng câu chào khán giả: “Xin chào, tôi là Johnny Cash”. Đặc biệt là vào những năm cuối của sự nghiệp, mang hơi hướng của cuộc hôn nhân không hạnh phúc, nhiều bài hát của ông thường buồn bã, đau khổ và mong được sửa chữa lỗi lầm,. Các bài hát được biết đến nhiều nhất của ông:

I Walk The Line

Ring of Fire

Get Rhythm

Man in Black

One Piece at a Time

Patsy Cline

Patsy Cline  – một ca sĩ nhạc đồng quê, tên khai sinh của bà là Virginia Patterson Hensley (1932 – 1963). Bà trở thành một trong những người thành công và có tầm ảnh hưởng nhất của dòng nhạc này đầu những năm 60. Bà ra đi khá sớm trong tai nạn máy bay riêng, ở độ tuổi 31 cùng với người quản lý của mình – Randy Hughes. Bà được bình chọn là một trong 40 người phụ nữ vĩ đại nhất của dòng nhạc đồng quê, các nghệ sĩ lớn như Jim Reevers, Johnny Cash và Elvis Presley xem bà là thần tượng bậc nhất. Một số bài hát của bà:

Crazy

I Fall to Pieces

Walkin’ After MidnightSweet Dream

Faded Love

So Wrong

Ernest Tubb

Nghệ danh là Texas Troubadour (1914 – 1984), là ca sĩ, nhạc sĩ và là một trong những người tiên phong trong dòng nhạc đồng quê. Phải cắt amidan năm 1939, ông chuyển sang sáng tác bài hát, bài hit nổi tiếng nhất trong sự nghiệp của ông là “Walking the Floor Over You” (1941). Bài này bán được hơn một triệu bản, khiến ông trở thành ngôi sao đồng thời mang lại thêm cho ông một “Đĩa vàng”. Ông là một trong những người được lưu lại trong “The Country Music Hall of Fame.” Một số bài hát nổi bật của ông:

Waltz Across Texas

Walking the Floor Over You

Drivin’ Nails in My Coffin

Rainbow at Midnight

Try Me One More Time

Slipping Around

Ở Việt Nam, hầu như các bạn trẻ không còn xa lạ với dòng nhac dong que của Mỹ nữa. Thể loại êm dịu, mang lại cho người nghe cảm giác thư thái sẽ đưa bạn đến với những cánh đồng bát ngát, gió thổi vi vu và những chàng trai cô gái yêu thiên nhiên cũng như cuộc sống nông trang tự do. Mỗi bản nhạc cất lên sẽ là một tình yêu mà mỗi ca sĩ, nghệ sĩ gửi gắm trong đó.

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Voluminous [Are-a-n|Brahman|Caste-R|Loot[a]chieph,feud[al]]ism; [Pejorative, Propagandized] deServe[ing,less]reServe [[doMi, sLoGa, karToo-क़र-तू(त)]n-eer-ing, बवाल, [परि,प्र,प्राक्]कल्पना-पल्पना, con[sPiracy, seQuenc]es, प्रणाली[कु]प्रथा, ogyGian प्रज्ञा] ArChaic {mass} p[u,o](b){li,ti}c{e,s}-{con-trol-ling, hyp{o-crit, not, o-the[t,atr]}i-cal, anArChic} [sCapeGoat, tool, raid, loot][ing,s] in the name of re[li]gion|Sir|Son-MAya-DAr-i|Capitalism! proto|crank|pseudo-science B[hr,rh]m-an-i-c-i [super,under,a-bad-nti]natur[e,al] [अ,ग]जब strange[a]mazing ju-g-aad-u|fa[bricat,sci[st]nat]ed|ble|poem Ramayan[a] Sing: Ramayan Plur-al: Ramayana [blur-ring] Vanara: vana + ra[+vana]: Ravana [aVarna: anaGrams] = jungle[es,[after]life] | forest dwelling Homo-Sapiens|Erectus|Neanderthal? | Gorilla|Chimpanzee|Ape kin[ne]d/wil[le]d mammals? Apes? Vana = forests-jungles जो लोग समाज बदलना चाहें, उनमें ये समझ नहीं के सुलझाना-बदलना क्या है! Osho: https://youtu.be/h9_oauNsv1g रामायण की ये बाते! https://youtu.be/B-368L4a05M https://ramleela.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/r16.jpg Living? Flying? yes-Wings?? priestcraft? Dasa-ratha Rama-yana [http://www.thefreedictionary.com/priestcraft ˈpriːstˌkrɑːft n 1. (Ecclesiastical Terms) the art and skills involved in the work of a priest 2. (Government, Politics & Diplomacy) derogatory the influence of priests upon politics or the use by them of secular power] OR Afterlife [life-after-death] [fly, cutt, carry]ing mountain overnight, over Himalayas|India Or Afterlife [fly {with}, grasp, lift, lay]ing stones? g:ram:mar:y http://www.odiaguru.com/uploads/838067_ram01.jpg Racist pseudoScience: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aryanism crank-Scientific racism Fled..? Flowed? Died? warcraft? H[un]uman[a]: [un]Humans {http://www.thefreedictionary.com/warcraft ˈwɔːˌkrɑːft n 1. skill in warfare 2. the skill of directing a war} http://malayalam.oneindia.com/img/2016/02/16-1455616553-16-1455609783-cartoon.jpg d:rama-mara|amar? (http://www.thefreedictionary.com/witchcraft wĭch′krăft′ n 1. Magic; sorcery) SamPati: https://waadeekrax.files.wordpress.com/2013/05/sampati-falls-3-1.jpg [priest,war,witch]craft aNTi-unFavoring-aGainst Ram[a]Allies & relati[ve,on]'s [after]life Su{sufFering-grief}grieve aRM[y,ed forces]Sena: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dD8ivNKBydo/Vjn7sT_317I/AAAAAAAAAhk/MXGhJGEQ9jk/s1600/22.jpg [battle-priest-war]Craft strategics[eCo]logistics: batt[er,l]ing ram mar? http://media2.intoday.in/indiatoday/images/stories//2015September/mos4_091715100559.jpg (A,(alp)vi[sh]) R-a-m/vAna-r-[a] | Sit[a] http://images.catchnews.com/uploads/images/2015/09/17/hanuman-and-sita.jpg Mar-gina-liz-ed? https://youtu.be/ocTn7tnSvAk [wooden]slippers|paduka as crow[n] http://siyakeramsp.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/PicsArt_04-10-02.05.09.jpg for-thorns|as-throne!? [racial/st,baffling,cunning,shrewd] myth-o-logy [superim,trans]posed|overlapped http://siyakeramsp.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/PicsArt_04-10-02.03.34.jpg on|to|for g[ain,ett]ing [favorable] history & [r]evolutions of d earth|world (jadu-[ga[i]r)-Bha]-rat-i-ya-Qae-Qai OR Ram-Causal-ya Raj-ya|State? [g,b,ho,m]und[a/e] Sting-e/@-R[a/e]ant-Riot: https://youtu.be/xik_VDsGUOU mar-YAda: die-memories pu/ru-sh/ll[ho,(t)u(t,p)][Tum,Per,Ter] [puzzl,confus]ing [con]Quest[ion]&[s]Answer-Cru[x,cial]QualityAssurance? pseudo-aryana-asio-indo-euro{d-an(gel[o]sax)ge-r}m-an-y http://www.storypick.com/greek-and-indian-myths [wo]men hu[ma]n hume home homo s-APie-ns un[g,c,e]raze[e] 10 Most eVil eMPires in hiStory: https://youtu.be/-IGHByjToO4 [demi]god[s,dess(es)] godl[y,iness] gaudy गाड़ gaurd[ian] गड़बड़ g[u,oo]n[da] gud[da,dia] opPosite dog[ma] The Faith of iDiots: https://youtu.be/dbJ4CPWi_pg अजायबघरी बकरी-बक्रा-बलि रीति: https://youtu.be/A9i_HOvCgpU Bringing UP|Country Back[war,priest-Craft,Stabb]ed! योगी पुलिस का खौफनाक रुप/HORRIFIC FORM OF THE YOGI POLICE: https://youtu.be/MGBRUXOFVNM नारे लगाते हुए [जय श्री राम] मस्जिद तोड़ना शुरू: https://youtu.be/7sQr6VuwxB4 Babri Mosque deMo[li]tion: RAm ke NAm? Or in the name of Brahmani-k[s]hetriya-Arya-n religion? https://youtu.be/OO-VaJBHiik s[a]uGandh ram [apni?? apnon ki?? khAte hain, mandir wahin banAyenge. Ram lala-baba-dada [hum Ayenge, mandir wahin banAyenge] [Tota, Tula, Kalu, Mangat/Mange, Tuka, Ho, Bhola, Buddhu, Sita](d')Ram(a)[lala (kid), beti, lali, vati, charan, die-n, dhari, murti, purti, prasad, prakash] ri-gh/o-t realised names !? http://www.spokensanskrit.de/index.php?tinput=rAma Hindi - Sons-crit Ram: dark|black[en-ed]d[e,r]own[ed] [se,de,out,il][c]lude KAl[i,a] Krushna go[rak[s]h, kul] http://www.spokensanskrit.de/index.php?tinput=rAmI mythologies: Ram[a]Causal-ya never {really} [become prince-king, get [kid-s,king,wise]dom, queen]; but under{back}[gRound,sTand] Bh[a,A]ra-t[a]Que-Qai with {dosh-bhool[cult]ful[dis]ease-galati-zulm-jurm}:? get [[king,wise]dom, kid-s, princess-queen, rid of Ram[a]Sit]; aBhiGyanShaQ-UnTal[um] shrewdness [maha]BhAr:-t[a]: bhArat(m,f?), bharati(f, mata/bahan)]; Ram[a][[r]yan[a], lila, [my]th-e-o-logy]not[(hi)Story, bi/ge-o-graphy] http://indiafacts.org/behind-mask-three-hundred-ramayanas once/one['s]एक[की] bioGraphy-जीवनी or अ-नेक़ो की inDustry-FacTory/के कारख़ाने-उत्पाद-ऊँतपद-उद्योग? JAn[wa]R जान[व]र ~ R[a]m[a] र[-ा]म: https://www.quora.com/Is-it-true-that-there-are-around-300-versions-of-Ramayana It could/can not be sa[i]d more than that "Lord Ram was born at the precise spot where Babri Masjid was located has no truth|fact|evidence" Dr Ram Puniyani: https://youtu.be/HkVAkAyfMXw?t=7m53s Creation of Ram Janma Bhoomi, flight of tale, is one of [brutal, tyrant, worst] type to obliterate, terrorize &| murder Muslims|Dalits|poor|Dasa|OBC. Nearly every communal [violence, murder-s-laugh-ter, riot, genocide] aGainst Dalits|Muslims|OBC in iNDia's eXeCuted after fabricating a [story, fable-s-tale] against Dalits|Muslims|OBC. Osho: राम नाम सत्य: https://youtu.be/jcHJsA6QFqw The Ayodhya - The Case Against the Temple: https://youtu.be/gJrrJqKm4-o https://www.quora.com/Was-not-Ramayan-the-story-of-the-descent-of-Man-from-Ape-Monkey-kind-Mammals-Species-Mythologically-dimensioned #उघारब He-brew | Ger-man | Sons-crit #maha-bhara-t_exposé Bloody Sex|CoPulation|iNTer-CoUrse [machinate,pray-prey-play-holi,spread,sell] in the name of [oc,diffi]cult[ure,ism]|re[li]gion: http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Pseudoscience !Shame on [g]ajab-a-e-Sons-crit-i|hindu-tvam|gar-Bha-rat model[ling,s] http://www.onlinepuja.org/images/7parbati1.jpg Goddess-Deity &|व्य Wed:DewaDasi https://www.quora.com/Which-religion-is-truth-based-or-a-true-religion https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/e0/c9/41e0c9ecf9c372f44ee00ddb3ed33fd6.jpg Weda [un,dis,non]Lawfull-y-ours https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5BSbhBO19s/V2dpF-YfM6I/AAAAAAAATNo/GVTI9mrENVIa9H1vGeQJaqlh_RUYCp70wCLcB/s1600/shivling.jpg Dewa She-va{and} ling{phallus}[um(singular), a(plural,phalli)] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4d/d9/20/4dd920da0987c383497d3d3b10a9df55.jpg pu[ru/sh]lling {tantric} inserted [with]in st(r)i[lling,yoni] b(h)aj-a orGan[s] Pervert[i,a]? शी-व-लिंग का/की सच/सच्चाई-सिंचाई: Osho: https://youtu.be/4IusnrRV8Gw O-m{Oh me} namah{venerate,honor} she-va{and}-Aya{[in]come} le-d[rive] to consented copulation-s? Or [enforced, acquiescent, unconsented, unLawful] hap[py,pen]hazard[ous] [gang, group] sex-rapes? https://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large-5/tantra-tantric-artwork-shiva-ling-parvati-hindu-mysterious-painting-traditional-art-a-k-mundhra.jpg [{b,f}risk, endanger]ing [inter]national [women, female]'s [after]lives? mahaboret [dubious, ambiguous, [b,f]risky, d-ange-r-ous] chants-mumbling-lingua-slogans? https://www.quora.com/Do-Slogans-like-Sonscrit-Sanskrit-Sentence-Satyamev-Jayate-act-as-catalyst-in-helping-getting-true-in-justice/answer/Maneesh-Kumar-57 शि-व-लिंग की ख़ोज में खुदवाया नेशनल हाईवे: https://youtu.be/IslW5IILey0 pro[ject,pel,paga[te,ndize]]s slavery[eXTRac,eXPLoita,pRosTiTu]tion ब्राह्मणी-k[s]hetriya बावल-ज़ुल्म-आतंक[वाद]ख़ौफ़-जुर्म https://brahminsexposed.wordpress.com देवदासी मन्दिर प्रणाली[कु]प्रथा: https://youtu.be/jIvlCkrPNqY DewaDasi ManDir[ty]system: https://youtu.be/dnKtvFFZ67k शि-व-[विष,poison,ज़हर]पान: http://www.animated-gifs.eu/category_religion/phone-240x320-religion-asian/0060.gif shivered? unConscious? dead? https://www.boldsky.com/img/2017/02/23-1487854408-ma.jpg https://youtu.be/7zid6FfQaXM [दु:]उ-ग: दुर्ग[-ा,ति], दरगाह, killa-क़िल्ल:, [ef]fort {क़-ाण्ड:, स-ाण्डbull-बैल-ocks,ox-en,{castrated}, [गर्][भ,ह]-ाण्डा, [सर्]प-ाण्डे, गांड-arse} {Brahmi, aRya, aRe-a, k[s]hetriya}n {crime, ho[rror,nor], terror}ism: https://brahminterrorism.wordpress.com [उग्र, आतंक, अति][वाढ, वाद, बाद, भाड़] 2012 {बस रेप}: कमज़ोर: शी-व javAn-juvenile rapistsक़ातिल-दरिंदे नई दिल्ली-देहली https://youtu.be/KphN_Y8p6UQ Osho: तुम्हारे देवी देवता सब झूठे हैं: https://youtu.be/TmIwxxyq_5I 2017: कमज़ोर: शी-छात्रा-व [घातक, प्राणनाशक] [बलात्कार, [आ,son]क्रमण], यूपी में: https://youtu.be/HtJEtfll9Oo शी-नारी-व-[पुत्री हत्या + बलात्कार] 9 month child thrown{from auto-rickshaw}+killed & thereAfter Mom's gangraped in GuruGram-GurGaon, HarYana: https://youtu.be/Lz7XBFqzavo heinous-vile-wil[le]d rape terrorism hap & crimes increasing.. शि-व प्रेम[-ीका डाह, -िका दाह]: https://www.facebook.com/groups/186413258229202/permalink/617455788458278 शि-व-सन्गीन{बलात्कार+[मौर्या]रेल-म-[पेल,फेंक]}गम्भीर https://youtu.be/c0yIOBl3Ius शी-व free UP Rape[ists, minded]Police: पहले शारीरिक संबंध बना[ओ,ऊँगा] फ़िर लिखूँगा FiR: https://youtu.be/sd2fXh7O3n8 muzlum शी/नारी-व [पिटाई, नीच-जय[कारे,लग,कार्य]वा[ह]ई नारे] paga[n,l] नरों द्वारा: https://www.quora.com/Is-Hinduism-truth-based-business-trade-based-or-justice-based https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/30/0b/82/300b82d0f578fa8ba7c1546d52b6ad54.jpg H[e-in, i-de]o-us (uni)Sen/Sex-d|tr|qr(iminal,ual)ity God[dess] va{and}+Sheवशी{beWitchMent|Mes[h]mer-ism}+wa+Nar:(he:male)वानर: https://youtu.be/TcwYiy67FLA [ins,assa]ult on minorities !Shame She-va(&)-Shun-kara(doer): http://www.desiglitters.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Animated-Shiv-Pic.gif inse[mina,r]tion from below & er[o|ra]tic-energy|gang-e|ri-vule|o-t flow from above. Osho: भारत में सैंकड़ों सालों से नारियों पर [अ,स,ह]त्याचार-जुर्म[आना?]ज़ुल्म: https://youtu.be/o7Ue-vSmAFE gar-Bha-rat: Spirits-Souls' sexual[ity]gender bound with temples https://shaktitrails.files.wordpress.com/2014/12/temple_blog.jpg प्राणप्रतिष्ठा पाखंड-जाल-साज़ि[श]धरपकड़ है - स्वामी अग्निवेश: https://youtu.be/PnD6DNHZHH4 on SupersTitions: https://youtu.be/W0yDO0MfKnw https://ssubbanna.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/devalaya-layout-four3.jpg https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arianism O[h]m Mo[h] "fascination मोह, जादू, टोना, संमोहन endearment ममता, प्यार, लाड, चाव delusion माया, भ्रांति, ग़लतफ़हमी, भुलावा, इंद्रजाल illusion मिथ्या, भरम, अयथार्थता, मोहिनी" mohan, mohammed Hom[e] Om-kar  Moh-kar makkAr fakkad makkad Om-ni prefix: all; of all things. omniscient Muh मुँह Hum हम म[-ु]न[:,-ी]न[-ु]म O-m-en "an event regarded as a portent of good or evil." [wo]men Op Po - Of Fo sons-crit: support[er, system]s + sons [re]created it son-[s(k)ar, gh[i,athan], dig-dh, dhi, das, son-i, jai, ki, t[an,ap,oor], nata, jivani, char] HinDi[aMBiguous]SonsCrit-enGLish-etc [language-s, lingua/e?, tongue] were mishmashed[ab,mis]used for compl[e,imen,emen]ting hurtful-unjustifiable-sinister-injuring propaganda-agenda-domination-etc. कभी-अभी भूल-कर कैसे-भी [pejorative, निंदापूर्ण, खंड[पा]खण्ड-ित, तुच्छ-क्षुद्र]बनानेवाला राम:[यण,मह:]भारत-राज्य:रण: Ram[ayan]anarchy[Maha]Bharat[a] पौराणिकी-अयथार्थ-अनर्थ नहीं/मत ले आना/चलना: OSHO: https://youtu.be/8A-OBtZpXVc राम:र[-ाव][ण:,त]:भ[-ा]र[त: रा,द्वा]ज: [अ]राज[-ा,क[टा,ता,था]]: make [slavery, eX[Trac,PLoita,Tor]Tion, prosTitution] eaSier than beFore [with]in[s/c-ide] country-nation: अवैध खनन का रण:-माफिया-राज:: https://youtu.be/lAoOGMNnMuE https://youtu.be/jMSXJ0SiqNwl उगाहित माफिया[कर्मी]पुलिस: https://youtu.be/eYsQltD_kFw tens of true[f]actual-eVident videos: https://www.youtube.com/results?q=bjp+sex+racket Part[y]BJ in जिस्म-फ़रोशी https://youtu.be/EsYelaeLmRE iN conGress: https://youtu.be/0Hy7Oj8aitk Kerala: शी-व चक्कू Chops off Genitals of a[lleged] rapist Swami: https://youtu.be/FR0TeFMAAuA she{-v:} tAndav https://www.google.co.in/search?q=तांडव+meaning संज्ञा [Orgy, saturnalia, necking-party] [नंगा नाच, तांडव] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/86/f3/15/86f315d9aa8852d65bfe82b196254018.jpg [fe]male['s][wo]men se[n,x]ual organs' p[ra,re,la]y https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/6d/7e/b2/6d7eb24708142bf59b792b2ef8ba139e.jpg https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/33/f0/73/33f07353108b4ded45b00fb0c9aa206f.jpg OR [सं-पु.] - 1. शिव का उग्र नृत्य 2. पुरुषों की एक नृत्य-शैली 3. उग्र और उद्धत नृत्य 4. उग्र क्रियाकलाप 5. एक प्रकार का तृण। https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/52/90/55/529055f6866e91d1ef7937ced819ee7c.jpg https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/2d/6b/ee/2d6bee3037d41f8d91fae65b4c7fabc2.jpg https://youtu.be/SViibGHAMgY Premieră! शि-व-MUsic-orGY https://youtu.be/nRSYeFkw54M दिमाग-mind-sets-अंतर्मन से धार्मि[क-ी] कचरा religious-religiose-regional trash-junk-dirt निकालो! https://youtu.be/JWq6Lzg9lDw [super,under,a-bad-nti]natur[e,al] j[h]ugad[al]u prose Gandhari: how come exactly 100sons+1daughter http://www.artasiapacific.com/image_columns/0001/6851/mahabharata.jpg Who wrote the script: एक जुट-गुट Wed[a]Wyas/Biase?? or Ganesh[a]: grand-pa of Kaurava|Pandava? cousins? God-Krishna?? Or [appropriate,demean,subjugate]ing, [dark-black]s' sPirit[s]Soul-lord[s]god  inTo [self favoring/advancing] mythological [imagi,machi,combi,domi]nations?   Womanisers: fair-foul Gang[a,es] | dark Yam-un[a] wo-men-i-zed https://www.artzolo.com/sites/default/files/uploads/multi/3893/largest/216.jpg [battle, war-r, cattle, settle](ed) field[s]aRea for [lecTure-r, proPhet, proFessional]s? (अ-नेक़ जीते? Or बन[-ाई ग]ई गीता!) or for war-riors on cha-riots? https://www.quora.com/Why-do-Jains-believe-that-Lord-Krishna-is-in-hell/answer/Maneesh-Kumar-57 https://acrazymindseye.files.wordpress.com/2015/09/kurukshetra-hussain.jpg she{-v:} pAndav-punde[aRya,aRe-a]n-k[s]hetriya[tha]kuruv dic{h}ed different [culture,ethnic,comMunity]'s drau-padi{daughter}dru-pad ather[p/f]ancha[l,m]i https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pXKlmyRq1ic/maxresdefault.jpg https://www.hindujagruti.org/evoimg/news1/out/images/1305195794_BIGHUSAIN1603.jpg and [re]created [favor,profit]able vict[orious,imizing] my-th[e]ology http://media.webdunia.com/_media/hi/img/article/2016-12/23/full/1482483358-3188.jpg Modern Moma's Boys:5+1D-in-law: https://youtu.be/2AXCaVtXOHM http://ste.india.com/sites/default/files/2016/04/15/479423-up-poster.jpg शी-व [Tha]Kuru[v-a] http://ste.india.com/sites/default/files/2016/10/04/535096-draupadi-book.jpg OR http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TKM8LxfBy9Q/VQ0SolnXEGI/AAAAAAAAJiQ/8kPR3Qoyi2A/s1600/draupadi-cheerharan.jpg aNim[e,ated]hindi movie: https://youtu.be/rOP3nvxj14A?t=1h1m12s https://qph.ec.quoracdn.net/main-qimg-62597ac9d2d454d5631e227ecf9b2068-c https://thegreatindianperformance.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/women_violence-final.jpg [battle-priest-war]Craft strategics[eCo]logistics: [d,s-l]augh-ter OR [with,wed]drou[ght[ry],pudi]faMined? [a-nti]feMinism ? http://www.hinduhumanrights.info/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/stripping-draupadi.jpg शी/नारी-व चीर-हरण-नग्नता-शोषण-बेइज़्ज़ती anGst proPaganDize[mis,ab]use case on BjP MP: https://youtu.be/5uVTjV0Zmj4?t=4m11s https://www.quora.com/What-are-were-some-of-the-contradictions-anomalies-controversies-transgressions-idiocies-rising-since-Vyas-wrote-Mahabharat-See-comments-eg Bandar Sena Terrorists: https://youtu.be/sgFN_y66CU4 85% [बाहुसांख्यकी, अधिकांक्षी][क] [संघठन, चेतना, सुविज्ञ[आन], प्रज्ञा] ज़िंदाबाद-सम्भावित !? [admi, ado]ration of Dr Babasaheb Ambedkar!! https://www.facebook.com/MoolnivasiMedia/videos/249560185448499 दलित-SCs-शूद्र-OBCs: Osho: https://youtu.be/QRGGp37lgo0 सस्ता खाना नहीं, हमें हमारी मेहनत के व-ेतन चाहिए/We Need Our Stuff, Not Cheap Food: https://youtu.be/E93AKH2j9Ds (dhArmi[c]धार्मि[क]) itihAs[:]इतिहास = [farce स्वांग-आडंबर, [con]temp[t, late? फर्मा-सांचा, विचार-मनन, tation प्र-लोभ-न, ple मंदिर, orary अस्थायी], condescension कृपालुता, disdain तिरस्कार, derision उपहास-हास्यास्पद, humiliate-shame बेइज़्ज़ती-दर्पमर्दन]ing ≠ (true,real,[f]actual) hiStory Your Faith is A Joke: https://youtu.be/P4dSiHqpULk https://www.pinterest.com/explore/caste-system-in-india Religion V/s Reality: https://youtu.be/A-D8Mf9DdQI eham Brahmāsmi-ti अहं ब्रह्मास्मि[ति] is radical-racist-ego[t]istic-sons-crit slogan "i am the [in-finite, de-fined] [reality, brahman]" Or aHum [urgent-necessary [pro,con][puls,ject,duct,gress,claim,blam]ions?] brahm [us-me] [i]ti[finished] [unity] [reason for ~2%Brahmin+3%k[s]hetriya male-chauvinism-ehamiyat [rul,dominat,[a]head,lea[D]eal,ru[n,i]n,regulat]ing on|over ~95-50% [a]hum[urgently]needy] nationals. inSulting Religion: https://youtu.be/1uTypnaP5X4 हमको आज़ादी-स्वतन्त्रता नहीं; https://youtu.be/Y1fJS74yGww ब्राह्मणी-रीती-रिवाज़ की पोल-खोल: https://youtu.be/WiKwzRE--v4?t=5s Osho: लड़की होने पर दुःख: https://youtu.be/gB2mpNKqc54 अनपढ़ों [unKnowledgeables!] को पता होना चाहिए ये कानून: अब नहीं बना[ पा]ओगे मंदिरें-मस्ज़िदें !! पढ़ेग[:,-ी]भारत तो बढ़ेंगे भारतीय। https://youtu.be/1yul1wXVTQI https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=replace+religion What Comes After Re[li]gion: https://youtu.be/CL--1Z_g4DE HiNDu means [slave, robber, thief, waylayer] https://youtu.be/kjkHI6PtrEY?t=4m30s Hundreds of [re]sources eXPlaining with truth, facts & eVidence: https://www.google.co.in/search?q=hindu+means+thief Ramayan[a]: in-di-vi-d/s-u-al-s MahaBharat[a]: fa-mi-li-es she-v[a]: [female, couple]s Dur-ge: cast-le|ef-fort|go-spell va-nar[a]: group-s etc remote-control-able 3rd-class-world [after]life|artificial|priest|war-craft-ist [कुचक्र-साज़ि[श]जाल-अवधारणा[ष,ख]ड्यंत्र-परिकल्पना]ें [imagination-concept, machination-intrigue, conspiracy, hypothese]s against ~85% [civilization, nationals, people-populations]. The Tyranny Of [Script,Text][s,ure]: https://youtu.be/6BaGHKe5oi0 भारत के पौड़ानिक-से-नवयुगी दासतानें[अ]फँसाने [slavery-enTrapments]: https://www.facebook.com/MoolnivasiMedia/videos/249559375448580 Arya-ns https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aryan_race were aLiens-forEigners to huge iNDi[an,es] subContinent.. https://www.facebook.com/MoolnivasiMedia/videos/249675415436976 ��ाल-म-तोल-[ट]टोलियां-टीलें-सटोरिये-pervert-ठिठोलियां सीधे-साधे-भ[ट,ड़]काऊँ-भूले[-ं]भोले-भालें-तीरें [दुर्ग:propa[g,p,bh]anda(ef)Forts]भीड़[उग्र]-mob->भाड़-hell: [bad,mad,sad,das]ist-i-cal [human] [resource] [management] of|for [the-earth-world], re[channeliz, diRect, divert]ing [progress, adv[anc,antag,entur]es] [re]sources of all, for 12-15% core-enClosed-dhArmi[c] groupings, time and aGain. बाहुसंख्यकों को मंदिर नहीं, modern [प्र]शिक्षण, व्यवसाय[प्र]गति चाहिए: https://youtu.be/qnjHrpGmZJE Study: Atheism will overTake re[li]gion by 2041: https://youtu.be/R-ON0Wt25TA ethnic-culturo-regio-poli[ti]c[i,e]o-religious/se-[pseudo-crank]scientific [claim, blame] gam[bl]e leads to is/are[crime, [hor,ter]ror, guilt, maim-lame, pain, loss, detention, quarantine, ostracise, imprisonment, remorse]s God's God: https://youtu.be/ODetOE6cbbc [archaic-racist-casteist religion, capitalism, etc] eating ([aspects, aspirations, parts, opportunities] of) [after]life of ~85% civilization, by [p]reServing [with]in[s,c-ide] अजायबघर[ई]अजीबोगरीब-संग्रहालय-धाम. Equal[ity]-Justice&Opportunities of[f]for all, apPeasement-Favori[Ti]sm and eXPLoitation-eNSLavement-Pros[Ti]tution of[f]for none? http://image.indiaopines.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/caste-system-india.jpg Angst-ridden regional-religious/se {[re]creations, [f/t]act[ion,ivitie]s, [p]art, priest|war|witch-craft, [af,ef,in]fect-us} none modern 21st century 1st-class-world-teams-organisations ending [archaic, hurtful, unLawful, disbalanced, unbalancing] [anarchy, machination[s]intrigue, etc]? steaming? teaming up!? streaming (soch-vichardhara)? OR time is running-up-out!?