#rap mon imagine

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my current mood because:

YA GIRL IS GOING TO LOLLAPALOOZA TO SEE JHOPE & MANESKIN BUT MAINLY JHOPE BECAUSE AHAHDJSKJDJFKSJSFKUSHNE

& I HAVE WANTED TO TELL YALL FOR SO LONG BUT IM ALSO SO HAPPY & LIKE IN SHOCK?

k send me fic/headcanon/etc recommendations for anything BTS ya girl is feeling inspired. k BYE, BORAHAE FELLOW ARMY!!

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BTS Incheon airport 2022

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Pokémon Horizons Episode 26 spoilers under the cut!

OH SO WE WEREN'T BEING JUST DELUSIONAL,,,,,, THEY'RE DOING IT,,,,,,,,,,,, THEY'RE ACTUALLY DOING IT,,,, , ,

[timchalamet-devoted]

The return of Lil Timmy Tim

A/N: I came up with this idea out of nowhere, but I absolutely love it! Oh how wish he would actually do this 🤧

Summary: Lil Timmy Tim makes a surprise comeback for his one and only.

Paring: fem reader x Timothée

Warnings: swearing, not proof read

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3 years. You could barely comprehend the number. 3 years ago, on this very day, your life changed forever. 3 years since you first looked into those green orbs, and fell in love. 3 years of love, adoration and memories with the person you kept closest to heart in this world. You created something so beautiful, so tender, a magnificent mess of feelings and experiences a precious secret that only you and Timmy knew of. It was unbelievable and exhilarating, and you knew you were the luckiest girl in the world.

You shut your eyes at the idea, breaking out into a serene smile.

Your surroundings buzzed with conversation as you waited for Timothée to return.

To celebrate this momentous occasion, you and Timothée planned an extravagant day out, with everything from the theatre ( feel free to imagine something else) to the fanciest of restaurants.

The time had come for the latter; you were seated at your favourite place, anticipating Timmy's return.

You recalled he mumbled something about the bathroom, however far too much time had passed, and concern starting to bubble in your stomach.

Searching for a distraction, you brandished your phone from your jacket's pocket, absentmindedly scrolling.

Not even a few seconds passed before your head snapped up at Timothée's familiar voice, followed by a wild uproar from the people around you.

You scanned the crowd for his figure, finally spotting him on a low stage, standing beside the small band that had provided the music for the evening.

Your brows furrowed, trying to piece together what this was. That was until the music started. Another wild roar, as your jaw dropped to the floor.

During the entirety of your 3 years together, you wouldn't dare bring up Timmy's old rap persona, and yet there he stood in the same shirt, and pink cap, microphone in hand.

You sat frozen to your spot, eyes nearly popping out of your head as he started to sing.

" TIMMAY, It's your boy Lil Timmy Tim, coming live from the G25,

Live from the G25!

Statistics (yup), statistics (yup, yup),

Statistics ( yup), Statistics (yup, yup)

Miss Lawton, Miss Lawton, Miss Lawton, Miss Lawton.."

Around you, everyone was taking out there phones, desperate to record this spectacle.

"Look at me, it's Timmy T

Bout to hit em with the Z-T-S-T

Let's do a problem, let us see

The probability you see me on TV

One, zero, zero, zero trillion percent,

I'm a statistical wonder, a statistical gem!"

The crowd had now joined in, rapping along, and understandably so.

" One in a zillion, bout to net a million

Fruity colours on these numbers, call it a chameleon!"

"Fuck it" it you muttered under your breath, before pushing your chair back with a loud screech and running up to accompany him on stage. This earned further cheer from the audience, as the cameras pointing at you multiplied.

"STATISTICS (YUP), STATISTICS (YUP, YUP)

STATISTICS (YUP), STATISTICS (YUP, YUP)!"

You rapped alongside him, proudly reciting the lyrics, for you had memorised them all a long time ago. The two of you could barely keep your composure, willing yourself as hard as you could not to burst. You gave in eventually, laughing uncontrollably as you finished.

Timmy grabbed your hand, doing an exageratadly low bow, before pulling you into a passionate kiss. You kissed back happily, grinning against his lips. You pulled away, pressing your foreheads together to look him in the eyes.

"Thank you" you whispered softly, your smile never leaving your features.

"Anything for you Mon Amour" He beamed, capturing your lips in his once more.

[yatgb]

Also my guy's shelter kind of leans towards pokemon who are misunderstood/given a bad rap, and he has lots of ambassador mons who represent their species well, specifically ghost and dark tyoes. For rxample, his Hypno, Lullay, us a retired battle champion who works as his therapy mon to help with his anxiety and insomnia, and is a good pick for someone who cant handle a Sylveon who would want one for their chill-out capabilities. Mimikyu is a good pick for someone who wants a "lap dog" type mon, but they need a lot of constant reassurance and are SUPER prone to separation anxiety. Banette has the same problem with separation anxiety, but theyre a lot more outgoing and energetic once they gain their trainers' trust.

Etc etc i could go on forever but the point is imagine a rescue shelter trying to take adorable pictures of terrifying pokemon and writing cute little blurbs about why they should be adopted

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THE 10 MOMENTS WHEN POP CULTURE GOT HIP-HOP WRONG

By Stereo Williams

Published Mon, June 29, 2020 at 10:50 AM EDT

After Hip-Hop’s mid-’80s mainstream breakthrough, the tropes and aesthetics of rap music were suddenly thrust into the commercial spotlight. Of course, that would eventually bring Hip-Hop to the forefront as the dominant cultural influencer for the generations who came of age as it took flight.

But in the ’80s and much of the ’90s, the mainstream public’s lens for Hip-Hop was limited. Even as Hip-Hop stars of the late ’80s gained high-profile critical acclaim with artists like Public Enemy and N.W.A. fostering the genre’s rebel image while acts like De La Soul were hailed for quirky eclecticism, many mainstream entities still seemed to engage with rap music as a novelty or an oddity.

Here are 10 of the most unforgettable (we tried, we really tried) moments when Hip-Hop crossovers made for woeful results.

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RAPPIN’ CARTOON CHARACTERS

For a generation of ’80s kids, cartoons like The Transformers and G.I. Joe were mainstays of their weekday afternoons. These merchandised toy fests of pop culture played a major role in signifying Hip-Hop’s growing trendiness. Popular Black characters on many popular action cartoons of the day were saddled with stereotypical tropes (there was even a G.I. Joe character who wore a basketball jersey and only spoke in hoop speak), and the rapping hero soon became an ’80s cartoon cliché.

The Transformers had Blaster, a communications export for the good-guy Autobots — a boom box who often spoke in rhyme: “Give us some answers and make it snappy, ’cause my buddy here’s trigger-happy.” Roadblock of G.I. Joe was the most prominently featured African-American character, and he also spoke in rhyme: “Play it straight or there’s no doubt, I’ll turn your eyeballs inside out.” He became one of the franchise’s most popular characters, famously portrayed by Dwayne Johnson in the 2013 movie G.I. Joe: Retaliation.

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Goofy singles would pepper the pop charts of the ’80s and ’90s and — were it not for its rapid expansion and diversification, often independent of the biggest commercial stages — could easily have pigeonholed the genre by the “Disco-Duck”-ing of its popular image. The mid-’80s, in particular saw jokey tracks like comedian Rodney Dangerfield’s legendary “Rappin’ Rodney,” the Chicago Bears’ terrifying-but-endearing “Super Bowl Shuffle,” and the John Wayne-themed “Rappin’ Duke.”

Imagine if you’d never heard of Grandmaster Flash but this kind of thing was your initial exposure to rapping and Hip-Hop? And it wasn’t just one-off joke records churning out novelty hits. The Fat Boys had some of Larry Smith’s best production values and very real charisma, but were soon devoured (bad pun, right?) by an image predicated on cartoonish silliness of gimmicky songs like “All You Can Eat” and oldies covers like “Wipe Out” and “The Twist.”

Part of the reason some people underappreciate DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince’s legacy as a DJ-MC duo is because of novelty singles like “I Think I Can Beat Mike Tyson” and “Nightmare on My Street.”

But there was a string of movie-themed duds like the Fat Boys’ “Are You Ready for Freddy” from A Nightmare on Elm Street 6, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song “Turtle Power” by the annoyingly named Partners in Kryme, and Vanilla Ice’s infamous “Ninja Rap” from the Turtles’ sequel.

Far more successful smashes like MC Hammer’s “Addams’ Groove” from The Addams Family and Will Smith’s “Men in Black” kept novelty rap on the charts well into the ’90s, but as Hip-Hop became more centered in popular culture, more people recognized these kinds of songs for what they were: fun, slick, junk food.

These songs aren’t anything close to definitive now, but for many, these types of songs were their first window into Hip-Hop.

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RAPPIN’ ROCKIN’ BARBIE

Madison Avenue embraced Hip-Hop’s selling power in the ’80s and ’90s by producing rap-centric products. That still goes on today, but some early attempts at rap cross-marketing were downright strange.

In a 1992 commercial, Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble became a rap duo in an effort to sell Fruity Pebbles cereal. Rappin’ Rockin’ Barbie didn’t turn out to be the toy craze of 1992, but the commercial from that year highlights the way Madison Avenue tried to connect with Hip-Hop for the sake of commerce with dance moves and a goofy boom box that “Plays a real rap sound!”

And who could forget the 1993 video game commercial for The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening? Taking a decidedly hard-core slant on a decidedly non-gangsta game was an interesting choice, with production that wouldn’t have sounded out of place on a Das EFX record from around that time.

“THE PRINCESS & THE HOMEBOY”

You can’t parody what you don’t know.

That’s a truth of comedy. There’s a fine line between landing a funny punch and whiffing at it because you’re swinging at something from the outside. You have to really get it well enough to poke at it, and SNL’s attempts to mock Hip-Hop were typically awkward and unfunny pre-Y2K.

Take SNL’s 1996 sketch “The Princess and the Homeboy,” which featured Tim Meadows as a foul-mouthed houseguest of Mark McKinney and host Teri Hatcher. It opens with the warning:

“Get ready America, because next Monday there’s a surprise in store for the Fresh Prince and for LL COOL J. You see, a new brother is moving to the hood, and he’s as legit as they come!”

The skit centers around a sitcom featuring a rapper named G-Dog, who comes to the live with a white-bread couple. McKinney’s character explains: “When G-Dog’s father passed away I promised him that G-Dog could live with us.” G-Dog proceeds to yell offensive things at the couple like, “I’ll thank you to shut the fuck up, and go make me a muthafuckin sandwich!” Because, y’know, that’s rappers!

The G-Dog character seems like the kind of rapper created by folks who didn’t know hip-hop well enough to effectively mock it. Meadows plays him like a randomly cursing Freedom Williams of C+C Music Factory. Going from Compton to the country club, indeed. SNL’s contemporary Hip-Hop shots are far more on-target and funnier. 

As the raunchy Hip-Hop soul of acts like Jodeci took over as the sound of ’90s R&B, SNL decided to spoof the lick-you-up-and-down vibes of acts of the era. Given that Chris Rock is involved, you would think the 1993 parody “Suck Your Big Toe” — a send-up of Hip-Hop- drenched R&B acts like Jodeci, Silk, and H-Town — would hit harder or be funnier.

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TOM HANKS AND DAN AYKROYD “CITY OF CRIME”

As Hip-Hop hit the charts in the mid-’80s, it also hit the big screen and not just in rapsploitation classics like Breakin’ and Beat Street. It popped up in weird and expectedly awkward scenes in other movie genres. There’s the earnest-but-lame freestyling scene from Say Anything… , which scores points for authenticity. Nothing’s more real than four white high-school guys rapping in a convenience-store parking lot.

But there were even more egregious offenders. Sticking a goofy rap into a popular comedy or kitsch flick became a bit of a go-to formula. We would all be happier to erase from existence Dan Aykroyd and Tom Hanks’ atrocious “City of Crime” rap from Dragnet. We all love Hanks, but somebody should be made to answer for this one.

And the less said about the better about the 1986 video “The Karate Rap,” which appeared in the 1994 forgotten martial arts film Sister Sensei. And we may never forget the “Lambda Lambda Rap” from the finale of Revenge of the Nerds.

While the next entry could fit neatly into this category, it’s so notorious it deserves special recognition.

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“TOP THAT!” FROM TEEN WITCH

So bad, it merited its own standalone spot.

It’s hard to describe Teen Witch, the 1989 fantasy-comedy white-rap musical. There’s so much bad suburban white-kid rap in this movie it’s kind of amazing. Highlights include a crew of bros rhyming their come-ons from their jeep to star Robin Lively and an infamous rap-dance scene performed by Noah Blake as the character of Rhet.

Many of the principals involved with Teen Witch explained on People TV in 2018 how that scene came to be.

“They wanted to redo the opening of the movie, and they really wanted to come up with a big rap song in the middle of the movie as a feature,” shared Teen Witch score composer Larry Weir. “So the new producers I met with said ‘Do you write rap?’ and I said ‘Yeah, I’ll write a rap.’ So I went home and worked on a rap.”

After Weir debuted the song to a raucous reception from the producers, they reshot the movie to include the scene. So they spent more money to make sure this made it into the movie.

“We had wrapped Teen Witch and all was well,” explained actress Mandy Ingber, whose character Polly is clearly impressed by Rhet’s funky dancing and rhymes. “I felt like it was a few months later, I got a call and they wanted to add some new scenes to the movie.”

Actor Blake knew immediately how cringe-worthy it all was going to be.

“I do remember walking out of the dressing room onto the set and thinking ‘Wow, this is really pushing the envelope of whatever this is supposed to be,’ ” he explained in ’18. “There was not any moment in time that I ever thought what I was doing was cool. There was no moment that I was ever not in peril that this was would be just totally humiliating.”

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KARL LAGERFELD’S 1991 FASHION SHOW

In 1991, legendary fashion designer Karl Lagerfeld debuted his latest creations for Chanel, and it became evident that the Fall 1991 Chanel fashions were heavily inspired by the Hip-Hop trends of the early ’90s.

“I think what Lagerfeld has always done amazingly well is completely capture the mood of the moment,” explained style.com editor-at-large Tim Blanks. “He listens to everything, reads everything, sees everything, and then distills it into these incredibly potent fashion images. In this collection, you get a sense that he was probably listening to rap music.”

Lagerfeld gave rappers props during the show. “The rappers are more clever, and you cannot fool them. The make-believe and all this doesn’t work anymore. You can’t cheat nobody anymore. I think it’s a good thing.”

Baseball caps worn backwards, long chains, baggy pants — they were all there. It was definitely high fashion. Was it Hip-Hop? Not sure. The looks are undeniable, but it’s hard not to wonder how much Hip-Hop fashion he’d actually absorbed up until then. Lagerfeld proved to foreshadow what would become an industry unto itself — couture fashion’s flirtation with Hip-Hop. Some people might side-eye.

But hey, at least they’re not bad looks.

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MARRIED WITH CHILDREN: BEST OF GRANDMASTER B

In the early ’90s, teen stars on Fox started pining for Hip-Hop cred. Could it have been because Fox was the most Hip-Hop-friendly of the networks at the time? It was home to Martin and In Living Color, but two of the network’s biggest stars began flaunting their supposed Hip-Hop cred as their shows became ratings smashes.

One was Beverly Hills, 90210 star Brian Austin Green. His character, David Silver, was written to match his own interest in rapping and DJing, and both became heavily referenced aspects of the character throughout the show’s run. After several false starts, he actually dropped an album — 1996’s One Stop Carnival — produced by SlimKid3 of Pharcyde. There’s also a video for his quasi alt-rappy single “You Send Me.”

But if you somehow missed David Silver’s wannabe-Hieroglyphics rhyme career in the ’90s, you may recall Married With Children’s David Faustino’s foray into the rap game. Playing the popular character Bud Bundy on the hit sitcom, Faustino used his fame to bolster Hip-Hop among the LA elites, opening one of the first rap clubs on the Sunset Strip in the early ’90s. On the show, the writers took note of Faustino’s rap interests and wrote them into his character. Thus, Grandmaster B was born.

Grandmaster B was nerdy Bud Bundy’s rapper alter ego. Both a parody and a full-on representative of the kinda goofs who’d made Vanilla Ice a star, Grandmaster B makes you wonder how many people actually got the joke.

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VANILLA ICE WINS BEST NEW ARTIST

Hip-Hop has an awkward history with music awards shows. Kanye West spent the majority of the ’00s ranting about it. Diddy decided to call it out in ’20. But the Grammy Awards and American Music Awards have always had a weird relationship with Hip-Hop, and it’s not limited to the infamous ’89 ceremony and MTV’s Hip-Hop boycott of that show.

You can’t expect an institution like the Grammys to dig deep for the most underground classic rap shit, but those popular awards shows had a specific lens — especially in the ’80s and ’90s — that was almost exclusively squared on whatever big crossover rap hit made waves, even if that hit was by Candyman.

You have Vanilla Ice winning Best Rap New Artist at the 1991 American Music Awards, which led to him being booed at the Soul Train Awards a few weeks later. Grammy-winning rappers of the ’80s and ’90s include Young MC, MC Hammer, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Coolio, and Will Smith (three times). To be fair, artists like LL COOL J, Salt-N-Pepa, Dr. Dre, and Queen Latifah all took home gold gramophone awards, but the Grammy organization, which promotes the show as “Music’s Biggest Night,” seemed to have a narrow idea of mainstream Hip-Hop in any given year. When you consider the historical context, the Grammys’ contemporary criticism has long, deep roots.

Today, more Hip-Hop fans tune in to the Grammys than ever before, so the criticism is louder than it was decades ago. Is change imminent? Hope so.

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JAY-Z ON OPRAH

One of the common misconceptions about Hip-Hop — specifically the art of rapping — in the earlier years of its crossover was that anyone can rap. The pervasive thinking among the older generation was that rapping was just talking over a beat, and as such, you got many lame and condescending “So show me how to rap” incidents across pop culture. Sheila E.’s terrible rhyme from Krush Groove was cute in the film’s context but also showed how musicians can sometimes dismiss the art.

And there was the JAY-Z appearance on the famously anti-Hip-Hop Oprah Winfrey’s talk show back in 2009 showing the icon how to rap. 

It also didn’t help that as other genres embraced Hip-Hop, they also embraced the idea of rapping on their own songs. We got years of bad raps from many performers, like the Pet Shop Boys and En Vogue, until someone got the brilliant (we’re not exaggerating here) idea to include actual rappers on such songs. Because as cool as anyone may think it is, not everyone can rap.

Artists like Jody Watley, LeVert, Janet Jackson, and even Sinéad O’Connor and R.E.M. reached out to actual rappers like Rakim, Heavy D, MC Lyte, and KRS-One to guest on their tracks before Mariah Carey’s ’95 hit “Fantasy” featuring Ol’ Dirty Bastard turned the approach into a winning formula for pop success. From that point on, big hits meant featuring big rappers. But the beginning was dark. No one ever has to hear Donnie Wahlberg’s rap from New Kids on the Block’s single “Games” ever again.

* Banner Image: CREDIT: Vanilla Ice / Photo by Michel Linssen/Redferns

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Honorability Of the devil

song (rap) (en cours de finalisation) Inspirée par Sympathy For the devil de michaël jagger avec ses rolling stones, elle-même inspirée par Le Maitre et marguerite… etc. spéciale dédicace à patrick eudeline qui lors d’une longue rencontre au sommet, me donnait, sans le savoir, l’idée du dialogue qu’est le livre trans/temps évoqué ici attention il s’agit d’un [[[Extrait de l’œuvre dramatique encore inédite, pièce de théâtre uchronique en cours de finalisation : Le Procés de jésus 2019 ………;;;;; pilate -des pauvres débiles ah ah ah ! // tu le sais, je ne me place pas toujours sous l’égide de Jupiter, et on me met trop souvent le masque de la cruauté sur le visage, mais, + aimablement, on aurait à me considérer comme un assez bon chanteur / je suis + gnostique moi-même que tu ne le penses, je m’amuse de temps en temps à faire du gnosticisme / je me suis amusé à faire une chanson, ou un rap, en m’inspirant de la chanson des stones, Sympathy For the devil, un song assez gnostique dans mon rap à moi en tout cas, puisque, là, le diable est de bonne compagnie, ou du moins demande à l’être Kaïphe -eh bien, tu m’intrigues !, qu’est-ce que cela donne donc ? pilate -cela donnerait ceci, mais je te demande toute ta bienveillance, c’est pas encore au point, c’est en working progress, imagine un lascar, un rappeur poussif, qui déclame, je vais devoir convoquer tout mon talent pour le camper, ce lascar :]]]]]]]]]]

mes chers amis, voyez-moi bien, qui suis devant vous se présente là : un homme du monde, civil et policé je suis aussi celui qui est le + diffamé, le + mal envisagé mais ça n’est pas de ma faute, si je me retrouve par pur hasard, je le jure sur ma mère là où on déplore les plus grands crimes de l’histoire

ok, quand le président des’stas unis dans sa limo a été, à mort flingué ce vendredi de novembre-là, 63, je trainais bien à dallas, texas mais le promets : croyez-moi, je suis un homme du monde, civil et policé j’attendais, désœuvré, le cortège, derrière les barrières, moi non du tout armé cela n’est pas moi qui ait tué jack kenn’ edy, j’ai même croisé un jour son père joe, une belle personne le type qui allait filmer tout, abraham zapruder, je patientais,déjà impressionné, atone silencieux, non loin de ce monsieur drôlement bien equipé si encore vivant il aurait tout à fait pu vous en témoigner, oui il s’était, le con, amusé, moi ! déjà, à me viser, à me filmer deux secondes, pour se moquer, moi qui n’était rien pour lui et pour toute l’humanité se disait-il là j’avais juste à avoir mes deux demies secondes d’éternité, c’est ça et puis c’était pour vérifier, que ça allait bien tourner on voit ma bille au tout début du film le + cher du monde, mais ça a été coupé, censuré, j’ai été spolié, vous auriez vu mais oui une personne de qualité, pas du tout immonde je veux qu’on me montre, étant ce jour-là, aussi désarmé que l’enfant né et je veux des droits de représentation, d’importantes royautés je ne suis pas du tout celui que vous vous représentez veillez à ce que je rentre dans tous mes droits, et en 1er voyez s’il vous plait, quelqu’un avec le droit de recevoir votre entier respect, ses royalties et même toute votre sympathie

s’agissant de son frère, robert, trop peu d’années après, hein !, voilà ce qui s’est passé, à L. é., c’est bien attristant, à pleurer non, cette fois personne même n’oserait : cette fois même une seule seconde ! m’incriminer /quand c’est arrivé, à l’hôtel ambassador, salle des receptions, eh bien !, dingue !, je me trouvais à son côté, certes oui, pas d’objection je sens encore sa virile et de plus en plus douce main, de bobby tentant de se retenir à mon épaule puis à mon veston, en tombant c’est fou ce que ça déplace comme air, un sénateur en train de tomber oui j’étais armé moi aussi ce soir-là, mais moi, là je faisais partie des services de sécurité… le nommé sirhan sirhan connu de moi ni d’ève ni d’adam, il s’était approché, approché je l’avais vu se rapprocher derrière le frère de john lui aussi, c’est sûr, voulait un autographe j’ai pensé, un peu bêtement il voulait congratuler certainement tu sais, un jordanien pro palestinien, bobby ne pouvait pas lutter par derrière le man a tiré, je n’avais pu tenter, rien, moi pourtant un auxiliaire de sécurité j’étais en train de rêver, rêver à je ne sais quoi d’ailleurs, sans doute à la célébrité c’était chouette la notoriété je pensais presque tout haut j’aurais tellement pu m’interposer !, j’en conçois un grand regret ce kennedy a rendu son dernier souffle, en me voyant, moi, devant lui voyant devant lui une personne bonne et attentionnée, de tout à fait bonne moralité je ne suis pas celui que vous croyez comme au clan kennedy vous me devez respect, popularité et même la sympathie

oh… s’agissant de l’assassinat du révérend king, à memphis, tennessee je m’en souviens, oh, comme si c’était hier !, eh oui j’y étais aussi, j’-é-tais-là-aus-si ! je me trouvais, par chance, quelque part dans cet état, je ne sais plus quand on a annoncé, à la radio, sa venue c’était tentant de faire quelques heures de route pour aller voir à quoi ressemblait une telle star de la vertu et c’est vrai, oui, incroyable, je connaissais un peu, oh si peu… ce blanc qui dans la petite foule, sortait un fusil de son manteau et a bientôt visé martin luther king, c’était à 6, 7 heures du soir, oui un soir un peu frais d’avril 68, les soirées en avril dans le tennessee, sont vite fraiches, ça n’est pas le Mexique hein le tennessee king se tenait sur un balcon du lorraine motel de sinistre mémoire, bien en vue et en honneur saluant le groupe de supporters enthousiastes qui l’attendaient, c’était informel, et rien que des noirs, hein ! , et je voyais, je croyais : là, je serais le seul blanc c’était un peu embêtant alors je me tenais un peu à distance, sinon j’aurais bien aimé l’aller admirer au + près, moi aussi ! eh oui !, une telle star de la bonté moi aussi je milite contre la ségrégation, m’en croyez ! et puis j’étais donc parti asse vite, je ne m’étais pas imposé, tact et efficacité et oui, je venais juste de boire, en ville, un whisky avec un type un peu non identifié il faut que vous sachiez aussi, en ville, quelqu’un d’une espèce de morne normalité il voulait pas trop parler, on a surtout bu, pas à la haine !, à l’amour !, dans le monde à la paix & oui, et à l’étonnante sortie de prison de ce type qui avait nom james earl ray Il n’en revenait pas, n’avait pas d’explication Il avait voulu fêter ça avec moi, le 1er quidam un peu cool qui avait retenu son attention et on s’était quittés, à la mort à la vie, or quelle stupéfaction, quelle déploration le tueur, je le saurais c’était lui oui ,seulement le lendemain, par les journaux, avec sa photo en grand, ce type tout en normalité avait, lui, ses 5 minutes de no-to-ri-é-té je dois avouer, ça m’arrive souvent qu’un inconnu m’offre un coup, qu’on voit en moi quelqu’un qui peut avoir un peu d’amitié pour son prochain mais je vous dis il ne m’avait pas entretenu du tout ! de son funeste destin de son criminel projet sinon, sinon ! je serais allé aussitôt, aussitôt !,directo !, le dénoncer aux autorités vouloir assassiner une telle personnalité, de la charité ! et on m’aurait cru vous savez, les policiers se seraient précipités, me croyant voyant en moi un être de probité, d’honnêteté, et bonne moralité car aussi je suis intègre et bien éduqué, quelqu’un plein de félicité vous avez à me connaitre en tant, qu’une personne d’une grande bonté et modestie j’y compte bien que vous me gratifiez et de toute votre sympathie ne donnez pas tout aux kennedys

le 11 septembre, je dois le confirmer, je me trouvais à la nouvelle-york pas dans le ciel ! / enfin, si, un peu, au trade !, 32ème étage tour sud des twins s’il vous plait, costumé de frais, à mes bureaux, mes bureaux !, j’avais progressé, oui ! eh oui !, tour sud ou tour nord je ne veux plus savoir je suis encore tellement traumatisé j’ai été de ceux bien sûr qui ont pu descendre, descendre à n’en plus finir sinon je ne serais pas là pour vous le dire m’en croyez : la vie n’a plus grande allure quand elle ne depend plus que d’une descente d’escaliers j’ai été de ceux qui enfin dans york, enfer de cris, ont pu fuir enfer de fumées et de tant de prières, j’en ai bavé, moi aussi, moi aussi, mes sires ! quelques jours + tôt vous ne l’imagineriez pas, j’avais respiré le même air, dis donc, que les terroristes, c’était aux cours de pilotage de la 3eme avenue ah tu parles, encore, d’une veine ! , le lancement de la 3ème guerre mondiale ils n’étaient pas très causant on n’avait même pas échangé quelques banalités c’est vous dire le degré de complicité ! des jeunes gens quand même un peu intrigants, un peu, n’est-ce-pas, je dirais même, réfrigérants mais, moi, non, c’était pas pour cela, pas du tout !, je n’étais, donc, en rien concerné par ce qu’il allait arriver / réussite américaine je venais de me payer mon 1er jet privé, alors…moi, je voulais vraiment savoir piloter, car j’ai tout de l’homme du monde, un homme d’action, quelqu’un de civil et policé veillez bien à m’adresser votre entier respect et toute votre sympathie

[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[k -tu ne ferais pas un couplet sur le massacre du ba-ta-clan ! ?, ça manque un peu, non, et un autre coupler ne serait pas de trop pilate -mais si tu veux / il faut que je me remette dans le mood alors / voyons ! ça pourrait donner…. / écoute, il faut que je me remette dans le flow : )]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

accordez-moi votre attention bolosses et bouffons votre attention à moi qui me tient devant vous je suis celui qui est le plus calomnié, des hommes le + diffamé aidez-moi à rentrer dans mon honorabilité beaucoup ont dit, « oui, on l’a vu au ba-ta-clan ! cette nuit-là, 11ème arrondissement » oui, le 11eme,mais j’habite là moi aussi, maintenant, tout simplement, où habiter ailleurs en ce moment pour essayer d’exister un peu ?, eh oui, tout comme lou doillon, je l’aperçois souvent ! lou est si lancée !, si joliment allurée, elle qui passe sans me voir, si indifféremment oui, je me tenais à nouveau au 1er rang, décidément moi, c’est toujours : front row et cette fois qu’est ce qui aurait pu se passer, god only know ! cette fois devant les mauvais eagles of métal hurlant eh eh !, on fait avec ce qu’on a, malheureusement je ne suis pas jésus, sinon ça se saurait jésus qui les aurait aussitôt transformés en les eagles d’Hôtel california une chanson vraiment sympa oui j’aurais préféré les aigles de don henley !, je prenais à peine mon pied mais pourquoi je restais là ? possible il y avait là quelques rock lolitas à empriser

je ne faisais pas le malin quand ils sont arrivés, sur armés je me demande encore pourquoi, sur moi ils n’ont pas tenu à, aussitôt, tirer, et pourquoi ?, mais je n’en sais rien, ne me tourmentez ! non, mais pas du tout, cela n’est pas du tout une preuve de culpabilité, de complicité juste, eux aussi, ils ont vu… là : un homme du monde, cultivé, un être sans acrimonie une personne de félicité j’ai droit à toute votre admiration et à votre entière sympathie comme celle dont vous gratifiez si volontiers la famille kenn’edy

[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[kaïphe –ok !, bravo, à toi pilate rappeur ! toute notre honorification aussi à toi ! / entendons cette adaptation comme une exorcisation et non pas comme une adulation ! / c’est bon ! alors que tant de gens, là, sont en agonie, c’est fou ! comme on peut aussi s’identifier, là, & au devil en l’occurrence, et toujours sur la corde raide pour fourbir une rime ! pilate -c’est peu connu / alors que les rolling stones enregistraient Sympathy f. t d. dans les fameux studios olympics de londres, le créateur d’art contemporain jean-luc godard faisait filmer cette session exceptionnelle, + ou - établie pour lui, pour un film ! où à nouveau il y aurait tout sur l’ennui, un film de + à considérer comme un ready made, un urinoir, mais donc avec les rolling stones s’il vous plait ! -qu’il allait contaminer !, car en effet, l’ennui serait généré aussi par eux k -or il a fallu bientôt, à tous, en toute précipitation, lever le camp, un projecteur……………….. xxxxxxxxxx]]]]]]]]]]]

TOUTE INTERPRETATION, enregistrement, performance publique, autorisé par le créateur de ces lyrics / permission à demander déjà à mick jagger

[cogiita]

❝ lemme go, bro ! ❞

but saejima had a tight hold over him, with no plans to let him go as he knocked on the door of cogita's apartment, there was no way he was letting majima go back to his own place tonight, he was drunk out of his mind.

the door opened, & saejima greeted cogita.

❝ here's yer husband, he's a bit drunk, had to punch him or he was gonna start a whole bar fight. ❞

❝ i'll start a fight with ya saejima, lemme goooo ! ❞

she’d be remiss to ne’er admit to herself an abode shared between them oft ignites the heart of the matriarch’s heart. blissful fantasies of an ordinary lifestyle set off pulsing nerves race across artery tracks. soul disquieted, ever yearning for the taste of normalcy since the day she first stepped into organized crime. no longer tangible were these hopes, out of reach; ephemeral imaginations in her dreams, merely kissing fingertips' edge.

abrupt. hand removed from 'neath chin's roost; elbow propped up akin a pillar whilst she indulged deep contemplation. heeding door's knock; a rapping at her door. swiftly, she answers, hand outstretches and opens to reveal an intoxicated betrothed and his oathbrother.

a distinct, pungent waft of alcohol unfortunately rises into her nostrils, furrowing brows concernedly; she observes his belligerence take control, requiring immediate attention, outside saejima's physical solutions to reel majima to his senses.

❝ thank you, saejima. i will take it from here. ❞

they exchange their farewells in mutual head nods, understanding what will entail for the drunkard now leaning against the door frame. lissome steps carried fluid motions of her hand creeping two digits up and behind his ear, forceful tugs navigate majima toward the couch. complying begrudgingly or not, cogita remains standing; assuming an imperative stance. lofting a finger, its wagging emphasizes her stern tone.

❝ bon chagrin, mon cher. a bit of restraint is all i ask. you may project and reassure me of your invincibility, but man is still mortal. à la lumière du seigneur. . . i pray to not hear you in handcuffs again. to lose you. ❞

[bangtaninborderland]

If any one of these men gave me the slightest

bit of attention I would lose my damn mind.

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕛𝕚-𝕞𝕚𝕟 .

𝕋𝕒𝕖- 𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘.

𝕊𝕖𝕠𝕜-𝕛𝕚𝕟.

𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘-𝕜𝕠𝕠𝕜.

𝕐𝕠𝕠𝕟-𝕘𝕚.

ℍ𝕠- 𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜.

ℕ𝕒𝕞-𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟.

[lephotomarion]

Avis de Recherche

Qui ? Rondpoint

Où ? Entre la tuyauterie et les belles plantes, dans les jardins de Courtemelon.

Quand ? Le 27.03.2023 à 14h02 

Pourquoi ? Il peut-être est tombé amoureux du jardin ? Ou il est un peu déréglé par l’entrentinage ? Il a été trop secoué ou peut-être juste il pousse?  Si tu le croises, demande-lui et dis-moi. Peut-être qu’à toi il te dira. Peut-être aussi qu’il n’a pas envie de parler mais juste qu’on lui chante une chanson ou qu’on le prenne dans les bras ? Peut-être qu’il est allé se cacher dans les mots de ma Tribu, parce que c’est comme du cocon ? Il prépare une surprise ?  Il est parti à l’aventure ? Ou alors il danse encore sur du Hip-Hop ? Il se repose dans sa maison ? Peut-être juste que je peux lui faire confiance, je crois qu’au fond, il sait très bien ce qui est bon pour lui. Et s’il sait pas, il le découvrira. Et si c’est pas le cas, dis-lui que je veux bien l’accompagner avec mes sens, pour chercher avec lui. Ou toi ? Ou un.e inconnu.e qu’il apprivoisera? Ou  un sourire, un nuage, une respiratiiiiiiiiion, des mots, une oreille tendue, un regard, une main, des bras, la confiance, un pivot, un arbre, une fleur, une musique, un livre, la danse, le rap, le temps, le Ciel, la Lune, L’Arc-En-Fil, le hasard (ou la serendipité, le mot que mon Aurore a utilisé pour qualifier l’Entrentineuse entrentinée. Chut elle fait sa gênée au regard polisson)? :)

Comment ? Me contacter par téléphone, message, courriel ou lettre postale (ouais j’ai pas mis la télépathie parce que j’ai déjà essayé et d’après mon expérience, pour le moment c’est plutôt foireux ;) )

Remarques : Il a souvent la tête à l’envers, aime se glisser dans les poches de salopette, s’habille de fleurs et glisse un mot doux, un jeu de mot ou une blague au creux de l’oreille mais reste éternellement indomptable. 

Ouuups je vous laisse sinon je vais arriver en retard à la danse et ce soir c’est tout ce dont j’ai besoin.  

Avec votre imagination,

L’entrentineuse entrentinée

PS : Message de la danse “improvisation” & de celle qui l’encadre : “Joue. Le soleil. La lumière. Ne cherche rien à faire. Donne du temps et de l’espace à la transition. Affirme ton intention. Si tu ne sais pas, ne fais rien et affirme-le. Ne bougez-plus. Vas-y Marion, c’est maintenant ! Prends l’espace. Laissez-la faire ! Elle sait faire ! Laissez-la !  Prends l’espace Marion ! Encore. Respire. Prends l’espace. Vas-y Marion ! Respire ! Encore. Occupe l’espace ! C’est à toi! Respire ! VAS-Y !  Respire ! Respire ! Lève les yeux ! Respire !  C’est ça ! Encore ! Sens ! Va au bout ! C’est ça ! Affirme ! Laisse faire ton corps ! Il te suit au Piano ! Vas-y ! Respire ! Laisse faire ! C’est ça ! Respire ! (...) Je perds ma boucle d’oreille Lune-Soleil (pendant la danse) (...)  Respire ! Encore ! Sens !  Sens la transition ! Trouve une fin ! Ne force rien. Laisse-toi sentir. Respire. Si c’est trop fatigant, relâche.  Sens et observe où ça va. Ne force rien. Ne cherche rien à faire. Laisse-toi sentir. Laisse faire. 

PS* : En rentrant de la danse, Rondpoint attendait devant ma porte, en point tout rond, avec juste ses gros yeux qui sortaient de sa coquille. Il avait une coquille arc-en-cielle. Où était-il? Il avait tout simplement filé à la danse, comme moi. Ce soir, enroulé dans sa coquille, il se logera dans mon nombril et on se glissera tous les deux sous le duvet. 

[blu-joons]

Looking After You When You’re Ill ~ Kim Namjoon

Soft eyes peered around the bedroom door, smiling when they found your frame fast asleep, the duvet bought up, under your chin, tissues surrounding you. He couldn’t help but giggle as he made his way over to kneel beside you.

“Jagi,” he whispered, brushing his hand against your hip to try and wake you up from your heavy sleep. As he felt your skin, he couldn’t believe how hot you were as your temperature continued to rise.

It took a moment, but eventually you stirred, taking your time to open your eyes as a result of the bright lights outside your door. “Hey Joon,” you croaked, your groggy throat making your voice crack and break as you spoke.

“I stopped by at the shop on the way home and grabbed a few supplies,” he informed, as you wriggled across to make space for him beside you on the bed. When he was settled, he handed you the water bottle in his hand. “Do you feel better than this morning?”

You shook your head, having slept most of the day you weren’t really sure how you were feeling, nor could you remember the morning he spoke of. “I just want to feel better again Namjoon.”

“I want to see you better too,” he assured, resting his hand on your thigh, running across it gently, as you moved it, so it was on your stomach. “Not comfortable there?”

“A little, but my tummy is a bit sore right now, it could do with a bit of looking after,” you softly smiled, feeling his hand massage lightly over your tummy. As he did so, he looked down at you, seeing in your eyes how much it made you feel.

After having a drink and enjoying the comforting touch of Namjoon by your side, he noticed your mood pick up ever so slightly. “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” He asked, taking the bottle away from you once you’d finished with it.

“Not now.”

“I thought you were meeting someone for coffee.”

“I was going to, but I knew this morning there was no way I’d be well enough to make it, so I cancelled this morning, and hopefully we can rearrange.” You hated that being ill was such a burden on your life, restricting you to the confides of your bedroom.

He smiled softly, feeling slightly relieved that you were being responsible in looking after yourself. “I’ve finished work for the day, so, I was thinking maybe we could do something to try and help make you feel better.”

“Do you think you could help me get a bath? I’m sick of being stuck in bed, and hopefully the warm water will help ease my aching bones.” He nodded instantly, standing up from the bed, walking into your adjoining bathroom.

He left you there whilst he ran the bath, making sure it was at a decent temperature for your tired body, coming back to help you strip out of your clothes, moving your hair out of your face. Walking into the bathroom, you could smell the strawberry scents of your favourite bubble bath, which he’d used just to make you feel a tad better.

“Even though I know you’re feeling ill, I still think you look really pretty,” he complimented, trailing several kisses along your bare, warm shoulders, placing his hands on your hips.

You giggled nervously, too tired to give him the response he probably wanted.

In the bathroom, he’d already put the box of tissues you’d been using as well as another drink, just in case you felt like you had it in you to try and have a drink, or in case of an emergency.

“Joon,” you whimpered, resting your hands over his that were still on your hips. “Do you think maybe you could bathe with me? If you don’t mind.”

“If it makes you happy, of course.” He stripped himself bare, throwing his white shirt and black jeans into your bedroom. He took the lead, stepping into the bath first, before helping your delicate frame in, easing you down so you sat between his legs.

As soon as the warm water hit your body, you felt yourself at ease. You were tired, and sore, but the feeling of the water helped steam your body and relax it.

With Namjoon’s arms snaking around your waist, neither of you had any intentions other than to help you feel better. Normally he would definitely try a thing or two on, but right now, he was content in massaging your tummy like he had done previously.

“Does the bath feel good?” He asked, softly kissing the top of your head.

“This is the best I’ve felt in a while,” you replied, tilting your head back against his chest, feeling an overriding feeling to allow your eyes to shut, even just for a few moments.

When he noticed you falling into a hazy sleep, Namjoon began to lightly murmur a couple of songs to help you relax. He knew if he sung, you’d probably hate him for it, but as his little mumbles escaped, it brought the smile to your face too.

He was finding it so hard seeing you so unwell, he missed having your usual bubbly self around, seeing you so weak and fragile broke his heart.

As his mumbles came to an end, he grabbed the body wash he’d placed at the top of the bath, squeezing a small amount into his hand before massaging it along your body, making sure he was careful, and slow, trying to ease out all the knots that you had been enduring.

“Am I still making you feel better?” He questioned, splashing water to rinse your body off.

Rather than speak, you nodded, as he hummed in acknowledgement of your response. He could see you were struggling to keep your eyes awake, as his hands continued to run along your body, leaving you to enjoy the few moments of calm you had.

“Take all the time you need,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb you just yet. He laid, and he waited until you were ready to get out of the bath. Despite his body turning numb, seeing you so peaceful made it worthwhile, until you began to stir and wake.

“Namjoon, I think I’m ready to go back to bed, I want my duvet back around me,” you spoke, feeling him lift you gently before stepping out of the tub, taking your hands in his to help you out, drying your body off with your towel, changing you into one of his oversized shirts.

“Do you want anything before you head to bed?” He queried, supporting you as you walked back into the bedroom, slipping under the duvet. “Another drink> Or a bit of food?”

“You’ve done enough. I think I’m good right now after that bath.”

He nodded, changing himself into some pyjamas, before sliding behind you, underneath the duvet, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you close.

“If you’ve got things to do, don’t feel like you have to lay here and look after me. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I’ve got a couple things to do, but they’re nowhere near as important as looking after you. I’ll lay here all night long if it means you will feel just a little bit better. Get some rest, and I can go back to massaging your tummy,” he smiled, feeling you relax against his chest yet again the urge to sleep came over you.

“I really appreciate you looking after me tonight Joon, I know it’s not ideal, but even the little things are helping me to feel better,” you spoke, feeling him kiss the top of your head in response. “Do you think you could hum another song?”

He chuckled, smiling to himself. “If it will help you get some sleep, of course I will.”

“What’s it going to be about?” You asked, as your heavy eyes shut, your hand resting over his that held around your waist.

“I’m not sure yet. Maybe I’ll come up with a little something about you,” he laughed. “Get some rest m love, you’ll feel better soon.”

“I hope I will. Thank you Joon.”

---

Masterlist

[fathom-imagine-it-all]

Your boys were nothing if not persistent, BTS’ maknae line had been your best friends for years, you’d met them when you started as their makeup artist and instantly you became close, you loved no one more than your boys for the longest time and they felt the same about you, nothing could change that, no one could change that, or it seemed that way, but as of late the three had noticed a change in you, you were spending less and less time with them, you seemed to pull away a bit, you used to have all the time in the world for them but lately you’ve been so booked up and they knew you didn’t have another job, you would have said but instead they got lame excuses; “I’m tired”, “I have to be up early”, “I’ve got errands to run” and at first they thought they’d done something to upset you but it became clear that wasn’t the case, you seemed perfectly fine with them, you just had less time for them and they wanted to know why, they questioned you relentlessly about what took up so much of your day but got nothing new from you, so they began making half joking suggestions to see what you’d do or say, they quickly hit the jackpot when you flushed beet red upon mentioning a possible boyfriend, understandably they were upset that you didn’t tell them and weren’t happy that you weren’t telling them who exactly who you were seeing, they wouldn’t have it, they’d been kept in the dark for so long and after many days of sneaking about they finally caught you, they found you sat with a man in a fancy restaurant and decided then and there it was now or never, they got themselves a table and ordered some food, not taking their eyes off of you or the mystery man, waiting for their chance to jump whilst trying to catch a glimpse of his face, they eventually grew impatient but their opportunity had finally come, the two of you stood, shared a quick kiss and began to leave the restaurant, Jungkook, V and Jimin stopped you before you made it to the door of the restaurant, calling your name, seeing you and the man turn to look in their general direction they felt their hearts stop,

“Hyung?!”

[ace-angel-judas]

The Argument (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Ayato Yuki/ Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon/ Jin Dae, Rebels/BTS 

Synopsis: Jimin’s jealousy gets the best of him causing an argument between BTS and Rebels.

A/N: Ya’ll ready for more angst and drama?

The second Dae enters the room, everything is silent. BTS are sitting on one side of the table and Rebels on the other. Her eyes connected with Namjoon’s figure and she scoffs, turning to walk out of the room. TK is out of his seat, grabbing Dae’s arm and she turns to glare at her senior.

“1 minute,” TK states, “Just to sort this crap out,”

“Why the fuck should I?” Dae growls under he breath.

“Because it’ll help,” TK tugs her back into the room.

She clenches her jaw but allows herself to be sat down, she’s sitting across from Namjoon and the air is very thick. Dae crosses her arms, leaning back in her chair as JYP and Si-Hyuk are sitting at the end of the table.

“As we know, things are very tense between both groups,” JYP explains, “And its members,”

“Jimin,” Si-hyuk speaks, “Would you like to explain the situation?”

“I’ve apologized to Yuki,” Jimin speaks up.

“When- “

TK leans his arm over, pushing Dae back down into her chair before she can start yelling. She bites her lip out of frustration, nails digging into her palms.

“I went a saw her in the hospital, she explained everything to me,” Jimin explained, “I’m sorry Dae, I never knew about any of the hardships Yuki faced or her medical condition,”

Dae nodded, Namjoon scoffed slightly.

“Got something to say, skyscraper?” Dae hissed at the opposing leader.

“Do you think you should apologize?” Namjoon snapped back at her.

“I don’t know, can you apologize about something you don’t feel bad for?” Dae snapped.

TK and Tae Sin send each other looks when Jimin starts talking again.

“She doesn’t need to apologize, Hyung, it was like punishing a child,” Jimin stated.

“Well then I think I’m done here,” Dae stated, standing up from her seat.

TK grabbed her lower arm, stopping his leader while she sends another glare. He’s pleading with her through his look for her to stay and resolve the situation, Dae clenches her jaw until a snicker makes them turn to the leader of BTS.

“I can see were the rumors of you being his daughter’s mother come from,” Namjoon spat.

“Hyung!” Jimin yelled.

“Namjoon!” Jin snapped at Namjoon.

TK let go of Dae’s arm, crossing his own arms over his chest. Dae turned to Namjoon with dark eyes, TK was not going to be stopping this argument. Namjoon sat smugly in his chair, arms at his side and looking up at Dae.

“You better watch what you say, Rap Monster,” Dae growled.

“What are you going to do?” Namjoon snapped, he stood up from his seat, “Write a pathetic little rap about me? Run to your precious G Dragon?”

TK and Tae Sin both pushed their chairs away from where Dae stood, her hands clenched at her side and she pursed her lips. The height difference wasn’t intimidating her at all.

“I’ll rip your fucking group apart,” Dae snapped.

“Would you really? Wouldn’t that hurt Yuki to see Jimin so upset?” Namjoon teased.

“And yet it’s Jimin fault as to why Yuki is in hospital right now,” Dae snarled lowly, “What does that say about you and your group, Joonie?”

“What could you possibly do, Dae?” Namjoon growled, “Cry to Daddy?”

“How would the media love to know that their precious Bangtan Boys aren’t as pure as they think?” Dae held a sly smirk on her face, “Would they like to know about how their precious Jimin was so ignorant in his relationship or how their amazing leader likes to try and tear relationships apart?”

Namjoon was silent, they were glaring at each other harsh now and Namjoon’s nails were digging into his palms.

“Don’t think I didn’t tell Jackson about the little stunt you tried pulling at his birthday party this year,” Dae spat.

She grabbed her phone from off the table, turning and walking out of the office before slamming the door shut behind her. Namjoon’s ears were red from anger, TK and Tae Sin sent each other confused glances along with the rest of BTS.

“Excuse me,” Ho Jung whispered, “I’ll go make sure she doesn’t do anything,”

[frisyx]

Interviewer: if you could go back on time what would you do?

Namjoon: I'll stop my past self from releasing 'Expensive Girl'