#rap mon imagines

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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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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,,,, , ,

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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 ��duqué, 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. ❞

[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. 

[bangtaninborderland]

BTS Incheon airport 2022

[frisyx]

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

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

[kpopimaginings]

Kiss #13 with RM please? 🥺 Thank you I love your writings. You're amazing!

Thank you for the support! I absolutely loved writing this wonderfully soft RM drabble :)

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Kiss #13 - Kiss on the back - RM (Namjoon)

Kisses Masterlist

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It was the morning after your first night with Namjoon. You woke slowly and blissfully, to find him still sound asleep beside you. He was facing away from you, so all you could see was the broad expanse of his bare back.

After a quick stretch you settled on your side facing him and began to gently run your fingers over his skin. Your light touch drew mindlessly, not focussing on anything in particular, just basking in the softness of the moment and the comforting warmth of is presence.

Eventually, he began to stir, your actions tickling the skin of his back. Reaching round he took your hand in his pulling you closer as he held your hand to his chest. You were now perfectly positioned to place small kisses on his back.

"You're very affectionate this morning," he mumbled, his naturally deep tone combined with the haze of the early morning sending shivers down your spine.

"Is that a problem?" you asked before pressing your lips back to his skin.

A chuckle vibrated through him.

"Not at all," he said, bring your hand to his own lips to softly kiss the back of it. "In fact, if this is what you are like in the morning, you might need to sleep round more often."

He moved then, fidgeting to get comfortable lying on his back, giving you the first glimpse of his face, still slightly puffy from sleep but as handsome as ever.

"Happily," you agreed.

Resting your head on his bare chest, you snuggled into his embrace, perfectly content to spend the entire morning between the sheets wuth the man you were lucky enough to call yours.

NAVIGATION | BTS MASTERLIST  

[taeguboi]

Jimin Birthday Snaps 05

Minie Monster [snapchat stories]

from Jimin: images 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9

from Namjoon: images 1, 3 and 10

In which Namjoon takes Jimin to the beach for the weekend for his birthday... Sorry, I know I did this ship last time [for Namjoon’s birthday] but what can I say? I like these boyfriends being soppy and lame for each other, so actually, I’m not sorry hahahaha

I also didn’t think I’d have created this many sets by now so I hope you enjoy! [And as always, some are just ulzzang pics that I thought work well... the boy in image 2 tho omg <3 ]

[bloodparfait]

An Idol’s Lament | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Idol!AU, smut

Warnings: manhandling, masturbation, swearing, oral(female), choking, Namjoon needs hearing aids because he doesn’t listen when you ask to slow down, weird positions

Word Count: 3306

✄ I kind of rushed this, so excuse the rough writing in some parts. I might re-edit at some point.

                                                             ♥

Being an idol is stressful work. You know that. Your manager knows that. Your manager’s mother knows that. Which means that nights like these where you’re in a hotel room by 9 PM, in bed, showered, moisturized and with 3 PH tabs open on your laptop are god-sent. And the fact that you don’t have to wake up before 12 tomorrow really means that the planets aligned in your favor.

And after a week of filming for commercials, recording almost non-stop in the studio, dance practices and interviews you don’t know a better person who deserves this.

Thus, you waste no time in indulging this sweet opportunity. The door is locked and lights are off. The phone is on vibrate. You let out a deep sigh before putting on your wireless headphones on and… they don’t work. Maybe you got scammed, otherwise you can’t explain why the faultiness since they are brand new. This is not how your night is supposed to go. Before you let this incident rain on your parade you suddenly remember that you own a second pair of wired headphones in your bags. But they’re so far away. This is such a drag. Maybe just lower the volume on your laptop and it should work?

Your lungs let out another rather frustrated exhale, but you focus on bringing your mind on the right track.

“This is still good” Is repeated in your mind like a mantra. Your eyes are now stuck to the laptop screen where a girl is being held down, chained to the wall and being overstimulated by the most muscular dom you’ve ever seen. But for some reason…the laptop’s sound also doesn’t work. You are now convinced that the Devil’s claws are deeply embedded into your night and are ready to ruin it.

You try one last time to open the links on your phone. The sound works, the video works, the Wi-Fi is good. This is still good. You are still in the mood. You deserve this. You NEED this. And you can do this. Ok, where were we.

You bite your lip as you snake your hand inside your short pajama pants. The first touch is heaven and despite the annoyed state you find yourself to be wet enough judging by the squelching sound your slit makes. Oh, how you wished you were the one overstimulated and tied with red rope right now.

Letting yourself relax into the comfortable mattress you feel the silk sheets slide in sync with your soft skin. Another soft whimper escapes when your fingers finally find the perfect spot to circle. In your head you imagine being stuck in an elevator with someone who has blonde hair, is tall and has defined muscles. Hmm… maybe you shouldn’t involve him in your fantasy. But what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?

Your body rolls into the bed and you try to imagine how it would feel to actually be manhandled and held from behind with your back glued to his chest. His eyes are constantly watching you while his dick pumps harshly into your cunt, cum dripping between your legs and making a mess everywhere. Wearing thigh highs and a skirt was the best decision that day because you know how much he loves that piece of skin that bulges out of the long socks. His left hand is holding your leg, shoring it up on one of the elevator’s beam and his right hand is on your throat, holding it so tight that you turn pale because that’s what you deserve for being a whore who lets herself get fucked in an elevator.

Your fingers fasten the pace and you can feel yourself almost reaching climax. Your legs tremble in anticipation as the scenario goes on. Face planted on the lift’s mirror, he grunts in your ear and it’s too hot, too much, too strong but so good. You know that once he’s finished, he’s just going to leave you on the floor, dirty, ass up, full of cum leaking out of the underwear and on display for the workers who were probably trying to help with the situation and nothing makes the chemicals in your brain run rampant more than this imagery. You’re almost there. So close. Oh God. Oh fuck. You’re

Oh, son of a bitch, who’s knocking at the door.

Your fingers stop abruptly, making you wince in pain from how harsh and sudden the movement was. This is what you deserve for having expectations. With a huff you close your phone and throw it on the bed in anger before hitting the mattress with closed fists and cursing at whatever deity is present in the room. What else could explain this cruel interruption?

You hear a second knock while putting on a black robe to cover your short pajamas.

“Wait! I’m coming!”

You have a feeling that this might be your manager who is here to tell something he forgot and how you have to wake up at 8 tomorrow, actually. Or maybe some weirdo paparazzo who is trying to catch you in an embarrassing moment. Wouldn’t be the first time. Whatever it is you’re going to make sure that the person on the other side is surely going to feel the wrath of 1000 sleepless nights, because who the hell knocks on doors at 9:28 PM to ruin other people’s karma?

The door opens so swiftly that it startles the stranger on the other side.

“What?!”

You soon come to regret answering so hastily and the words die behind your teeth when met with Namjoon’s innocent eyes presenting a confused look.

“Is this a bad time?”

Namjoon, your good friend and studio-recording buddy, is one of the not so many people you can count on in this industry. When first starting out as a rookie idol and you were seated alone at the award’s show table, he was the only one who turned from his seat to spark up conversation. Somewhat of a no-no since, by your knowledge, most groups didn’t talk to each other, having to put on a formal image. Not only did he calm your nerves, but the way he made you smile and forget why you were jittery in the first place made him really important to you. After that not only did he introduce you to the other band members, producers and important people, but he made sure you understood every nook and cranny of the industry as not to repeat his mistakes. His heart was big and every time you saw each other, which was more and more rare these days, it felt like he was the respite where you could retreat in safety.

“Um…sort of? But it’s fine, I wasn’t doing anything important and I’m free now. You wanna come in and hang out for a bit?”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything, instead just choosing to smile and let himself in.

“I didn’t know you were also on tour.” You speak, your back facing him while cleaning up the devices on the bed.

“I’m not, I was just in town visiting some friends.”

“Oh.”

“What were you doing?”

Not cranking my chain while thinking about being stuck in an elevator with you.

“Oh, just my skin care routine.”

“You look really tired. How’s the tour?”

Your face softens when flushed rosy cheeks meet with your palms. A habit you often displayed in your weary state. This childish manner was something unveiled only in intimate moments and with people who could be trusted.

“Exhausting. I hate how easily I get demotivated. And the staff isn’t helpful either, no one takes me seriously even though it’s my project and my ideas and I’m just- I don’t know, drained, I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”

“What? No, this is good, you need this, go on.”

You’re honestly thankful for Namjoon’s presence. Realizing all is not lost and that maybe there’s still a glimmer of hope for the rest of your night you laugh, smile and miraculously feel re-energized. The conversation spirals into every topic you can think of, something of common occurrence since you and Namjoon clicked so well together since day 1.

“I saw your manager while I was in the gym downstairs and he told me where your room was so I had to visit. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh, no, not at all. Honestly, you’re always welcome.”

You relish at Namjoon’s signature wide smile. You never noticed how much it made him look like a huge plush teddy bear that you’ve always wanted when you were little. Another thing you haven’t noticed is how well-built he got since you last saw each other. Not that you ever cared or thought to care about since most of the time you saw him Namjoon was wearing hoodies. But the hoodie was now off now and the black gym tank-top he’s wearing is so obscenely tight that you feel like a sinner just because your eyes drift down once or twice when he’s not looking.

“Anyways, bro, I gotta tell you something cause while I was in the gym the weirdest things happened to me.”

Oh?

“I was trying to connect my, uh…my headphones back to my phone and for some reason it went to someone’s porn audio? Or whatever, most awkward 5 minutes of my life in public.”

Oh…

“Like yeah, ok, I get it, you’re horny, but check your stuff first.”

Oh God.

“And like I think they were into something- maybe hardcore BDSM because the girl in the audio was so. Loud. Like I feel so embarrassed for that person.”

You want to crawl into a hole, cover yourself with dirt and feel the creatures of the earth eat away at you skin, because how could you be such an idiot and not check your settings first? You swear that you can hear Satan laughing somewhere in the background of the room.

“Oh, wow, what a weirdo.” You try to force out a laugh, but damn your readable face and awkward nature for betraying true emotions. And damn Namjoon for instantly reading your expression and connecting 2 and 2 in his mind. You’re pretty sure that you’re both laughing out of politeness now, because the tension delving in the atmosphere is so thick and palpable that it gets stuck in your throat. Or at least that’s what you feel while looking away from his chiseled face and sharp eyes.

In his mind Namjoon sees an opportunity. You, on the other hand, wish to douse yourself in gasoline right now and meet your creator. Surely, He would forgive you and let you get into heaven still, right?  

“Random question, but you think I’m a good friend, right?” Namjoon inquires innocently, while his index finger starts drawing patterns on the purple sheets.

“Um, yeah, of course. Why would you doubt that?”

“And you trust me to take good decisions… right?”

“Y-yes?”

“And you would tell me anything, correct?”

“…I guess?”

“Hmm…I need something more certain than I guess.”

With every sentence his head and body move almost like a serpent in a fairytale that’s there to trick you with riddles. The tone used feels like he’s knows the answers, but wants to hear the words out loud to satisfy himself. You sigh at the sudden weird questions, but are thankful for the change of topic. But this does not dishearten you so in the next minute you let yourself speak from the heart.

“I… look. Of course, you’re a good friend. No, scratch that, you’re a fantastic friend. And as pathetic and arrogant as it might sound, I honestly think you’re my only friend. I mean I really think I would have imploded if I had no one to bitch and moan to about my life. Cause really you seem to be the only person that’s not complaining about my complaining- which is weird because I know how annoying I can get and I know you have problems of your own and yadda yadda… So… I guess- no, I know, to answer your question, yes, I would probably eat rocks if you told me they were good for digestion…if that makes sense.”

You end your little speech on an unsure note and after locking eyes with the seated man in front of you, they can’t help but dart left and right for some sort of feedback. You can’t read anything on Namjoon’s face, which is a little unsettling because you did just lay your thoughts bare in front of him.  

“Is that answer…satisfac-“

Namjoon doesn’t let you finish your sentence when his hand flies out to grab you by the nape and pull you into a strong kiss.

                                                            ♥

You’re not sure when Namjoon moved his fingers from your jaw inside you and started moving them teasingly unrushed, occasionally curling them. The sopping mess he’s made is now used to circle and rub your clit in circles painstakingly slow. It’s as if he’s trying to send a message. This is how long it took you to realize that I wanted to cream your brains out. Now it’s my turn to become a pain in the ass. You’re not sure when his fist grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed you flat on the bed, either. But either way you’re not complaining with the way that your brain and mouth are preoccupied right now and with your newfound bravery. Because the way you’re rolling your hips into his fingers intensifying the lewd sounds coming from your pussy is something you don’t recognize in yourself. Blame it on the pent-up hormones or on the multiple daydreams of being railed in every place you’ve been in the past months. Right now, that’s not important.

One particularly deep thrust and harsh pull at your hair grinds your entire body to a halt, making you choke on your moan.

“Stop moving, brat.” He whispers in your ear. “God, if I knew you’d be like this…” His lips now kiss unhurried behind your ear. “I would have taken you right on that table at the award’s show…” Under your jaw. “In front of everyone…” Down your neck. “And then on every studio couch, car backseat and restaurant table, possible.”

What is important however is how Namjoon’s palm completely engulfs your neck squeezing at the sides, blissfully making you roll your eyes and head into the silk pillow. His wet fingers are plunged back into your soaked pussy while his lips preoccupy themselves with marking the delicate skin on your abdomen.

Mind you, Namjoon hasn’t taken off a single piece of clothing off his body. Meanwhile all you have on are a pair of white panties, pushed aside for him to work assiduously on the art piece that you are.

Your vision is a bit hazy when the choking stops, but it’s time for the air to be knocked out of the lungs when Namjoon’s lips suck and lap at your drenched folds. He wastes no time in slobbering his tongue all over the place like he’s a frenzy induced drunk 18-year-old at a birthday party and you’re his cake. You run your hand through his hair and relish in the image in front of you: a neon red light sneaks between the blinds and falls onto one side of Namjoon’s face which is buried deep between your thighs.

But do you really think that he’s going to let you finish just like that? Namjoon thinks otherwise. You assumed that he’s just going putting you into missionary. Instead, strong hands grip your body and then carry you, bridal style towards the edge of the bed. You’re even more confused when you’re seated on his lap, back leaning on his abdomen and legs held by him tightly to your chest.

“What are- Shit!”

Your ignorance is soon dispelled when you feel the thickest cock you’ve ever taken entering and stretching you deliciously. Namjoon chuckles at your small whimpers and at the way your frame trembles before him.

“Fucking hell, babe, don’t tell me you’re about to come so soon.”

In an act of defiance, although you’re still shaking, you dare to talk back.

“What…this? Please, I used to last the entire night with my ex bo-OH FUCK.”

You backtrack on your words for the nth time today, a string of incoherent moans which you try to bite down instead replacing the small talk. Why is that? Because Namjoon is now thrusting his shaft at a flying pace filling you to the brim with his long rock-hard erection and making your toes curl in the most unbearable pleasure.

“Can’t even swallow your own words anymore, can you? Tch, how embarrassing.”

That little prick. You make a mental note to give him a piece of your mind after this. That is if you don’t fall into a coma. Your insides are twisting and your consciousness is getting drowsier by the second. When you go to look up at him you notice he’s not even breaking a sweat. Instead, the look that he gives you, a stone-cold dominating grimace replacing his usual teddy bear smile, feels like something that came out of your wet dreams.  

“H-hey…Joon…do you think…m-maybe…we could…slow down…the pace…a little- oH!”

You’re not sure who to thank for Namjoon’s decision to hit the gym, but with the way he easily sat up and is now holding your thighs spread wide open in the air, your back plastered onto his chest and his thick cock hammering into your pussy you’re just thankful that it paid off. You burrow your face into Namjoon’s neck, the smell of his cologne enticing your senses even more.  

To keep you on your toes, when you get most comfortable in his grip Namjoon decides to throw you rather unceremoniously on one side back on the bed. You breathe heavily into the mattress, cursing the horniness that struck in the first place, but then delighting in it again when you feel a long member rubbing on your clit and coating itself on your juices. Soft plump lips soon follow and attach themselves to your neck and jaw and heavy sighs mixed with moans fill the poorly illuminated room. As soon as he’s done teasing your slit he slips right back into you, sliding up and down while holding on leg up. Long drawn-out mewls echo in the hotel room, sensitivity now heightened to the maximum. Having been edged this long makes your body tremble sooner than expected and a desperate, filthy cry catches Namjoon by surprise when you come without saying anything. How could you, anyways? Your brain is empty. Devoid of any connection to even make out a single word.

But Namjoon doesn’t stop.

“Oh, you think we’re done here?”

What, you think he’s going to let you be selfish and let the poor man undone? He won’t tolerate this.      

Soft gasps spring out through your lips and tongue every time Namjoon hits your engorged heat. You bite onto the sheets and bury your head in the mattress only to sense fingers grabbing at the nape.

“Don’t hide, kitten, I want this entire floor to know how good I make you feel.”

You do as he says, albeit cross-eyed, still gritting your teeth onto the bed fittings and confused at how you still understand the English language.

And when you hear that long guttural grunt right into your ear, you quiver with delight. There’s cum spilling on the sides and down his shaft and spilling deep into your wetness. You’re pretty sure you’ve lost 2 cm in height due to spinal compression because of how much Namjoon jackhammered into you.

A strong pair of arms wrap around your torso which you happily accept and a small kiss is planted onto your cheek. The teddy bear is back.

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[lynnloves-thestars]

someone HELP ME find a one shot i lost t.t

it was a namjoon soulmate au where he gets a tattoo of a pair of eyes instead of the first word because the female character was deaf mute, and they meet at the library and stuff.. t.t

[imaginationofacrazyfangirl]

Hey! Idk if your prompt requests are still open (if not ignore this lmao) but if yes, could you do a namjoon x reader and "im pregnant" Thank you!💕

Baby Shoes

Baby shoes littered the inside of your shared apartment. From the front door all the way to the bedroom, random pair of tiny shoes waited to be discovered. Their ‘discover’ currently far from home working hard on BTS’s next upcomming album unware of what awaited when he finally came home. Above you the clock ticked down the minutes for Namjoon’s arrival. Each tick of the hand grinded more and more on your nerves, tempting you to call Namjoon and tell him to arrive home quickly.

    However you forced yourself to remain patient. BTS’s latest comeback was only weeks away meaning your boyfriend and his bandmates were strapped for time as usual. Between perfecting song, dance moves, setting up interviews, and doing their usual commitments such as v-lives, you knew how stressed the boys felt. Namjoon, himself barely came home nowadays; choosing to sleep at the studio rather than coming home only to return in a mere hour or two. You felt lonely at times, but it couldn’t be helped.

  Namjoon was an idol after all. You knew where his commitments lied the moment you agreed to date him, and although occasionally you dreamt of dating someone with a less hectic job, you would never trade him. Beside it’s not like he didn’t apologize constantly for not being home or not being calling as much. Or spoiled you rotten the minutes things calmed down. All in all your guys relationship was a good one.

  That said though you felt surprised to find out you were pregnant a few days ago. With Namjoon so busy the two of you barely had time to see each other let alone be intimate. However you guessed those few quickies in the shower or on the couch of his studio finally caught up to you two. Your hand cradled your stomach noting the slight bump growing. This certainly wasn’t a planned pregnancy, but you held no doubt Namjoon would love the baby as much as you did already. Especially since he and you spoke often about having children together in the future.

    “Baby shoes?” Namjoon voice came from the front door. “There’s baby shoes in my front door hyung.”

   You covered your mouth trying to hold back your laughter at Namjoon’s amazed voice. You couldn’t blow your hiding spot just yet. Not when there were several pairs left for him to find. “No they are definitely not mine-they have Jungkook’s character on them, Kooky.” there was a pause before Namjoon said in a slightly annoyed voice. “Yeah, I’m sure their not his either.”

   Now you were practically dying on the floor attempting not to laugh. You could guess which one of the older boys it was on the phone with him. “She doesn’t have any nephews or nieces. Maybe a cousin?” Namjoon mumbled, before gasping loudly. “There’s more! They’re all over my house, hyung.”

    His footsteps continued further down the apartment. The sound of his shoes hitting the wooden floor telling you that Namjoon in his stupor forgotten to take them off. “Tata, Chimmy, Mang, nearly every  fourth one is a BT21 character. Where did these all come from? I don’t think we sell baby shoes for BT21.”

   Another pause, followed by. “I doubt she kidnapped a kid, hyung.”

You snorted at this. It must be Yoongi, he’s talking too.

     “But maybe she’s trying to tell me something. We have be discussing children lately. Maybe this is a clue that (Y/N) want to try?” Namjoon replied, his voice now right outside your guys’ bedroom door. 

  You listened quietly breath held as he came up to the finally pair of shoes. Unlike the rest, this pair placed in a pretty blue box with a note attached to them. Vaguely you wondered if he would recognize the significance of them. How they were the same shoes Namjoon bought all those years ago, before even meeting you. Finally the moment of truth came in a hoarse whisper, “I got to go hyung.”

    The door swung open revealing Namjoon dressed in his usual black shirt, comfy hoodie and pair of blue jeans. He looked a mess between the dark circles under his eyes, the messy hair, and clear signs of having only done the bare minimum to care for himself over these past few days. However it was all forgettable in the awake of Namjoon tear filled eyes. He stared at you, one hand holding the pair of baby shoes, the other clutching the note tightly against his chest.

   “Is this? Are you? Are we?” Namjoon asked, desperate.

You nodded, smiling softly. “Surprise! I’m pregnant.” 

    Namjoon moved forward, nearly tumbling over his feet as he swooped you into his arms. A flurry of kisses pressed themselves into your hair as he held you tightly. “We’re going to be parents. I’m going to be a dad! This is wonderful, (Y/N)! This is...this is amazing. Thank you so much, my love.”

   You giggled, stroking his head. “I’m glad you like it. You have no idea how much I wanted to tell you, but couldn’t find the right words. I spent days scrolling through pinterest and tumblr trying to come up with the perfect way to tell you, but nothing felt right.”

   Namjoon kissed your forehead, before slowly slinking down to nuzzle your stomach “I loved it. I love you. And most of all I love our baby. I can’t wait until they come. I swear all do my best to take care of you and them for the rest of our lives.”

     You could only smile picturing the day when Namjoon would finally be able to put those shoes onto your guys’ baby.

[bts-purpleworld]

💙🥳 HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAMJOON🥳💙