#i like how they released the dance practices in opposite order of their respective singles

[aintnolimitz]

faky (フェイキー) ~ girls gotta live dance practice. (1/?)

#j pop #jpop #faky #faky dance practice #dance practice #byme #mygifs #groups #girlgroups #gg:faky #faky:all #fakygifs #dancepracticegifs #the last one is slightly longer than the other 4....i hope it isn't too noticeable #i like how they released the dance practices in opposite order of their respective singles #im gonna gif the rest of it but i think im done for the day #i'll probably finish this tomorrow

[sanktlukin]

While it is true that Bel and Czern were a pair of partnered Grisha, this is because they were Grisha first. The Grisha practice of partnering is not because of Bel and Czern but for the same reasons.

Too much emphasis is put on the ‘small science’, as though there could ever be a meaningful division between that which most Grisha do and merzost. For otkazat’sya, it is an useful illusion, a distinction to help them find a reason to tolerate the existence of Grisha without thinking too hard about ‘witchcraft’; for Grisha, it is a warning. Grisha must always balance control and release, power and safety. Grisha must be small gods, lest they be seen more as witches than people and die for it.

Partners serve both purposes. Like mountaineers or climbers lashed to one another for safety as they scale a mountain, Grisha naturally gravitate to one another for both safety and strength, and in the act of striving often form lifelong bonds. Twins are almost always both Grisha, if either one is, as they are of course of the same stuff; and close sibling pairs often form the most natural partnerships. But most Grisha come to their studies singly and meet a partner at the Little Palace. Like calls to like and most often Grisha partner within an order. This seems obvious for the Corporalki — how much more powerful a Heartrender who can feel another’s heartbeat as though it is inside their own chest? how much more skilled a Healer who knows another’s body as close as their own? — but the value goes beyond those who focus on life and death. How much easier to pull the wind when two people have learned how it flows through them? How much more elegantly crafted when four hands know the metal than just two? A tide requires both a planet and a satellite. Sometimes it is the complement that is needed: Bel and Czern, light and shadow. While it is generally better to have a like partner than that of another order, better to be two Heartrenders together than a Durast and a Tailor, sometimes the complement in personalities makes up for a mismatch in talents. Far better to have a strange match than none at all. Twinned is best, but better triplets than a singleton: better two hands that shake than only a single steady one.

The push-pull of striving for more power but pulling each other back from some invisible brink allows both to achieve greater things more safely than if they were alone; and especially in the absence of orders and palaces and formal instruction, it is the way Grisha have always tended, have always learned by teaching each other, have always nurtured and fed each other with their magic. And here I say something that few who are not Grisha properly know, and fewer still truly understand: becoming Grisha means unbecoming people. It has been said in many ways, that ‘good, normal people don’t do what Grisha do.’ This is true. Good, normal people from Fjerda to Shu Han know their roles and stay in them; they live in their huts and have their children; enjoy a kvas or a dance but never too much; pray for good weather and good hunting and good harvests without imagining they might control any of them; work in a factory or a field and produce things only as fast as they naturally come. Grisha have a little palace, true, but own no huts nor anything else. Grisha women and men hold little respect for the differences of sex. Grisha are as likely to make partners of their own sex as the opposite, and the walls of the Little Palace know what happens by the dozens after holidays and fetes. Grisha might have children, but they’re either as strange as them or strangers to them. Grisha’s needs are immoderate: either too much magic or too much kvas (or worse, jurda parem). Grisha must exercise their magic or get their exercise elsewhere, fighting, gambling, tumbling, dancing, reckless acts that disrupt the peace and disturb the people. The kefta they wear are not just protection, not just a badge of pride, but a warning. Grisha know the difference between a purple and a blue kefta, the story that the embroidery tells, but people see only a Grisha. Beware, people.

Perhaps you are asking, why must it be this way? Perhaps a Grisha can be a half-measure of a person: put the Healers in the hospital and the Durasts in the factory, let them out of their palace and give them their huts, and let the priests teach them the values of temperance and the austerity of the saints. True, things could be improved. But even were the powers that be content to let the Grisha out of their sight, even were they content to mix a reckless Second Army with the orderly rank and file, some problems would persist as long as good, normal people do. One must always choose — light or dark, Grisha or people — because the way to becoming upstanding folk is a straight back and strong limits, and the way to becoming Grisha is disinhibition. Grisha children can be found through sudden pain. Grisha magic can be unleashed through stress and rage and exhaustion and adrenaline. Can anyone practice being one thing all day and the opposite all night? Be a whore each weekday and a nun at the weekend? A drunk in the tavern but a teetotaler at home? But here is the cosmic joke: Grisha can’t be people even if they tried. There is no way to put away the magic, to cage it either deliberately or ignorantly, without it trying to get out, without it wearing away at that straight back and those strong limits, like water eroding rock. No way to avoid it, few ways to hide. This also forms part i of The Shape of Things to Come.

#grishaverse #grishaverse au #grishaverse meta #meta #grisha #au #au meta #fix-it #Bel&Czern

[gagmebucky]

hi idk if you’re doing requests but i really think you’re an amazing writer and i feel you would do #90 justice! i was thinking bucky or charles blackwood??? if you don’t want to do it, that’s okay! thank u so much

you’re so cute 😓 of course im going to 🥰❤️

me to myself: you already did forbidden relationship via father obstacle, you uncreative fucking IDIOT

also me to myself: yeah but.. it’s FUN :(

“I’ll just have to cum inside you then.” (includes dirty talk, unprotected sex, mild gagging, mild exhibitionism.)

do not repost.

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He’s staring, blue eyed gaze fixed intently on you, blatant in ravenous desire. Nursing a drink, he stands amongst your father’s friends, not bringing himself to feign interest like he usually does. Instead, he’s admiring you in your glamorous glory, finally arriving to the wedding reception after hours of tedious beautifying.

The whole time, you bitched and moaned as your best friend insisted to do your makeup and hair, especially when it made you late to the vow celebration for your parents. Now, however, with the obvious appreciation from one of your father’s friends, you were ready to thank her.

Charles Blackwood, a silver - tongued gentleman, only a few years older than you, who’d just moved next to your family—and, your father took a liking to him. Astonishingly, he found him to be a charming and respectful, unlike other young men his age.

If only he knew, Charles has had his youngest daughter on her knees and his cock down her throat.

Your cheeks flush with warmth at the memory, flushing further when you see him purposely lick his bottom lip, teeth raking over. You quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom and make your way out, seemingly calm despite the rapid beat of your heart.

Before you exit the showroom, you catch how he knocks back his drinks and murmurs something. There’s a single stall in the near corridor that you don’t bother to lock as you enter. Several seconds the door whips open, and the devil’s with you, looking flawless in a black tuxedo.

A shiver slips down your spine; your teeth sink into your bottom lip. The sexual tension thickens nicely as you give a soft, “Hi, Charles.”

“Kitty,” Charles addresses with a slow stride. “Do you have any idea how hard it is—how hard I am, when you’re flaunting about like this?” He follows up your tight dress, the long length of your legs, the salacious push up of your cleavage, to your pretty face. “All I could think about was that red lipstick wrapped around my cock. Barely held myself back from takin’ you then and there.”

Suddenly, his arms are pulling you into his chest, grabbing your jaw surprisingly gentle in one hand, bringing his lips to graze yours. Satisfaction gleams at the way you practically melt, careening into his body, a whimper at the heat his words invoke.

“I would’ve had you on your knees in front of your whole family,” he murmurs. “And you would, wouldn’t you?” His lips tilt your head up to kiss the underside of your jaw. “If I’d told you to get on your knees in the middle of your family’s party, you do exactly that. No questions, no hesitation.”

You can’t help a wanton moan. It’s filthy, and you should be appalled. You should rebuff his advantages, inform your father his most recent friend’s behavior and never see him again. He’s wicked, and you’re the opposite—common sense tells you to run, but you won’t.

He knows it, too. “Imagine your daddy’s face seeing his pure, innocent little girl covered in my cum.” Heat throbs in your center, toes curling in your shoes. “You know, you wear black so nice, but I think you’d look so much prettier in white.”

“Charles, you can’t,” you breathe, disappointment palpable, regretfully shutting your eyes. “They spent hours doing my face. They’ll kill me if I mess it up.”

His mood darkens, gritting, “Fine.” His hand sliding up your thigh, ruffling your one side of your dress, peels your eyes open. His smirk greets you. “I’ll just have to cum inside you then.”

Charles hoists you up abruptly, hands underneath your thighs as he hauls you on the sink. Your ass in the porcelain dip, he has your dress entangled around your hips, the only barrier now your pink panties.

“Off, kitty,” he easily orders, faltering somewhat to watch how you immediately obey. You wiggle the cotton down your legs, handing them over so he can stuff the wet fabric in his pocket.

“That’s a good girl, kitty,” he croons once you’re nice and bare for him, stroking your thighs languidly. He bends down to kiss you, shallow and tentative to not smear your lipstick, a restraint to be applauded. “Now, undress me.”

Your hands unhook his slacks’ button then unzip down to get through the slit of his boxers where his cock is: heavy, leaking, and swelling bigger by the second. He releases a hiss as you firmly grasp him.

The reaction tunnels excitement through your veins, and you can’t resist doing it again. Squeezing your fingers around his thick girth, you give two quick strokes, and his hips jolt against the stimulation, a ragged growl following.

His blue eyes spear into you, and his hand wraps snugly around your throat, tightening ever so slightly. “Don’t push me, kitty,” he warns gruffly, narrowing in on the mischief that sparkles in your eyes. But you manage a limited nod, and that seems to sate him enough to prompt a smile. Only a flash because then he’s snapping forward and stuffing you full.

“Charles!” A cry escapes, a mix of pain and pleasure rippling through you as he splits into you. Your back rattles the mirror at the force, and you clutch around his neck for dear life.

“Oh, kitty, you’ve got the sweetest little—” he groans with another ruthless thrust, propelling into you while you whimper and tremble around him, not waiting a second until you’ve become accustomed to his size. “You’re gonna have my load drippin’ down your thighs real soon.”

You moan, the pretty sound bouncing off the bathroom’s tiled walls. It’s debauched; getting fucked and ruined by your father’s friend, taking you raw and hard with your family just outside, during an arguably holy event.

Two knocks on the door jolt you both, and your mother’s voice breaks through, “Hello? Is someone in there?”

Your eyes widen, little noises you just can’t suppress still passing your lips, all the while Charles pounds into you, something wicked alight in those blue pools. To your surprise and relief, he doesn’t expose you—rather, he helps, shoves your underwear into your mouth, and places his hand over to keep it there.

“Yes, Daisy,” he answers inconspicuously yet charming, but the look of his face is something so sinful you’re clenching tighter. “I’ll be out after I’m finished.”

Unbeknownst to the blushing bride, he punctuates the last word with a decimating slam and fingers dancing across your clit. It has you bucking wildly against the stimulation, muffled moans and cries behind his hand and cotton.

“Oh, and I’m fucking finished,” he growls in your ear when he feels your walls spasm, fluttering sporadically as a reckoning ravishes you. The flames of pleasure swallow you up, burning hotter as ropes of slickness scorching your insides deliciously.

Once the spurts end, he takes the underwear free from your mouth, damp with your spit. In tandem with pulling out, he slips them back on, yanking them over your hips tightly so when he leaks out of you, it pools messily against your sex.

“Since I don’t get to see that pretty face painted with my cum, then I’ll just have to settle with knowing you’re gonna be sitting in it.”

[masterlist / feedback]

#charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood smut #charles blackwood request #sebastian stan characters #charles blackwood x you #ask prompts #my writing #public kink #forbidden kink #gagged kink

[loyalflutist]

Fortunate Time Off [UmiMaki]

Finally got my bottom off to do an Anonymous's request (after god knows how many months). It’s rusty since I haven’t written in so long. As for RPing... It requires a distinct take on writing, so it’s not exactly helpful in a way for my growth. Regardless, hope you all enjoy it. (Or not. I'm not your father.) I'll be working on an UmiEli and NicoMaki series much later whenever I have the chance.

It’s been many years since they last had a proper moment to spend time together. Work enveloped the two’s life as if they were married to completely different entities. Sonoda Umi forced to watch over her family’s dance and martial arts academy. Not to mention the various responsibilities tacked over her two shoulders for being a member of the prestigious Sonoda clan. Nishikino Maki became a doctor. Well-- A doctor who had recently graduated from medical school. Fresh with her license, the medical professional begins anew with her job at her family-owned hospital. With great determination to break away from the hospital and create her own private practices, the redhead frantically worked up the hours in hopes of gaining the experiences and money necessary to make it become a reality.

Overall, the two… haven’t had much to enjoy each other’s company for almost a whole year. Maki constantly out and about with her on calls. Umi forced to wake up at the ungodly hours in order to prepare herself both mentally and physically for running her family businesses. Night and day. Light and darkness. Opposite sides of the coins. The married couple, unfortunately, didn’t find much of a presence in each other’s lives thanks to their occupations. At most, they’ve shared their lunch breaks, stopped by to greet each other, and slept together on the same bed.

Nico and Honoka would be hollering in the background over this. Certainly, this became a reality as they were flabbergasted by the lack of close intimacy the two shared after the wedding.

“This shouldn’t be happening!” the bread owner exclaimed.

As if to emphasize her distaste, she slammed her fists down on the table with enough strength to rattle the metallic surface. Had it not been for Kotori’s quick reaction, the coffee cups would’ve spilled its content on the furniture. The female’s face thrust itself upon Umi, the close proximity nearly making the blue-haired female smack her forehead on the other’s.

Honoka blurted, “You need to find some time off once a week to spend time with Maki! If this goes on, how can you call yourself her husband?!”

Those words resonated within Umi’s skull after meeting up with her old friends. A quick lunch break with them immediately turned to a preaching session. The preacher being that of a woman named Honoka. The confessor being that of a woman named Umi. Those words bounced around and hardly left the premise of her consciousness, its message loud and clear. She needed to spend more time with Maki. But… how? Their schedule for the next couple days were just as hectic as it would be. If not, it’s actually even worse since both Maki and Umi have a conference to attend to for the sake of their family. It almost seems impossible for a lone day to be freed from their lifestyle.

“So… what would you like to do today, Umi?”

Her wife’s voice snapped the other back into reality. She blinked. Then, the owner glanced out at the nearest window at the living room.

The weather outside of their two bedrooms, one and a half bathroom condo in the heart of the city splattered its raindrops on the glass window. A raging thunderstorm shook their surroundings. Businesses and certain hospitals were called off for the safety of their employees and employers. Civilians holed up inside their homes to prevent the rain from pouring them into the bowl that is called a severe cold or pneumonia. What started off as a light shower for the morning eventually became a dangerous downpour in the region in the afternoon. It was already a miracle that both Umi and Maki were called respectively by their families to remain home for the duration of the day. Maybe even the next day if the storm persists.

“I’m… not too sure…” the female murmured, her arm outstretched and resting on the couch's head. Umi tilted her head so she would get a better view of the pianist. Since the two of them were subjected to staying in their homes, the pair exchanged their formal wears for that of their casual attire. Sweatpants and t-shirts? Something that they used to wear back when they were a part of the famous and popular idol group µ's during practice on the rooftop. The blue-haired female allowed a faint exhale to escape past her lips. “Is there anything you would like to do?”

Maki shook her head. “Nothing comes to mind.”

And… they’re stuck in a rut. Right when they finally have time to spare for each other, not a single person has a clue on what they should do in their relationship. Umi would suggest going out to go sightseeing, but the horrific weather prevents such a scenario from becoming a reality. Maki, on the other hand, would love to browse through a music shop together and pick out the next piano book to study and play for her wife. Sad to say, the weather too hindered her plans for the day. That left with nothing more than the two sitting on the couch in the living room with a blank expression. (Had Nozomi and Eli stopped by, they could’ve gotten a marker and scrawled all over their facial features because of how expressionless they were!)

However, the inherited female felt the younger one rest her head on Umi’s shoulder. Warmth seeped into her skin as the doctor rested her hand on Sonoda’s stomach. They two stared at the turned-off television in silence. Yet that tranquility shattered once Maki’s hand began to crawl underneath her wife’s shirt. Umi, not one to dull her senses, instantly noticed her movement and quickly grabbed ahold of the other’s hand.

A faint jolt ran through Maki’s body at the abrupt action. She glanced at the older female with pure… wait, is that… fear? Umi released her grip on the other as her brown hues flickered elsewhere but her own spouse.

“Sorry… I… I didn’t mean--”

“Umi.”

The very hand that once tried to touch her reached up to cup her face. Another hand joined and eventually brought Umi to look directly at Maki’s violet eyes. Then, the pianist leaned forward to place a small kiss on the other’s lips. It was brief, yet comforting.

“I should be the one apologizing. It’s just… It’s been so long since we’ve had any time together on our own.” Those hands retracted as the ex-composer looked downward. “Sorry. I know that was very sudden…”

“Maki…”

Umi wanted to smack herself on the head for being a foolish woman. How could she be so oblivious to what her wife wanted? Maki only did that in hopes of the two becoming closer. Why did Umi react that way in the first place? If anything, the archer would like to cower in the corner and pretend that such scenario did not occur. Alas, the reality is crueler than fiction. Nonetheless, there is a way to mend this problem. Taking a deep breath, Umi gathered as much of her courage as possible. Then, she settled by pressing both hands on Maki’s shoulders.

This would lead to the redhead plopping on her back. The insecurity and uncertainty that once clouded the doctor’s mind froze in its place as she gazed upward at her spouse. Strands of Umi’s hair gently had its ends touch the other’s body from their positions. The older female on top of the younger one. It took about two seconds for the medical profession to register what was going on. Then, without warning, she let out a stutter.

“W-W-What do you think you’re doing?!”

Oh, how the roles have completely reversed. That would’ve been Umi’s response! However, the owner bit back similar words that would leak out of her voice box. She has to be the dominant one in the relationship. At least, for now… but that’s not important! Right now, the older woman gently smiled down at her wife.

“I think I found out what we can do for the rest of today.” Her past self would’ve screamed at how bold she’s become in the future! Embarrassment easily crept on her unconsciously, making it near impossible for the female to even think that this could be something they would do. She’s matured. Matured mostly, that is. Umi’s face, red as a beet, remained as she tried to sound in control. “Besides, I have to agree with you from earlier. We haven’t had much time together so I would like to make it up with you today. I don’t exactly like having my time with my wife taken away...”

The archer planted a peck on her wife’s nose. At that very moment, the older female felt the arms of her spouse’s wrap around her figure in an embrace. This warmth. It was different from the previous times they’ve hugged and embraced one another. Previous times were out of casual actions. This time, it was out of desperation. Maki buried her face into Umi’s shoulder. A quick inhale to fill her sense with Umi’s scent. With an exhale, the doctor mumbled,

“Me neither.”

#umimaki #fan fiction #fan fic #oops rusty writing incoming #thanks to the anon btw for sending in the prompt! #though i suppose it didn't make umi as possessive as i thought... #sorry about that!

[inkuisitivskins]

For the prompt thing: I didn't know you could dance like that. With Olivier and whoever? Love your blog btw

Fanfic prompts

15. “I didn’t know you could dance like that!”

It took me a little bit to think of a nice plot that made sense for this one, but I think I’ve finally gotten a good one :) Also, I know I typically do Olivier and Miles if given the choice, and while they’re still the very air that I breathe, I wanted to try someone else– so I hope you enjoy a LivScar drabble :3

I apologize for there being not a ton of romance in this one, but I’m sure you understand. Both of these characters are very shut-off to the world, and I feel like it would especially take a lot of time and pining on Scar’s part before he’d ever admit to loving someone in this way lol

and omg you’re so sweet haha, thank you

Dancing on Ao3

Olivier stood, one front in front of the other, staring forward as she delicately lifted her right arm above her head. She straightened her back, the heel of her front foot crossing over the top of the other as she lifted herself to perch on her toes. Using her left hand to balance along the small ridge installed in the wall, she focused, thin brows furrowed. 

“Make your arm an arch, love,” her instructor ordered sweetly, watching from her side, not manually making the due changes in order for Olivier to learn how to fix the issues on her own. “And point your palm downwards, to the top of your head, like you’re touching the top of a hat. But relax.”

Doing as she was told, she felt a curl break free from her tight bun, bouncing in front of her face, making her cross-eyed as she watched it, everything else on her body obediently unmoving. 

“Oh, those pesky curls,” the instructor huffed, stepping forward and carefully tucking the blonde hair back into the bun. The door nearby opened, sending a slight cold breeze across Olivier’s legs, which were only covered by the white tights she wore under her tutu. 

The instructor smoothed out a wrinkle in the young girl’s tank top, which was white to match the rest of her ballet attire, as the photographer entered the room and began setting up his camera. 

“Your mother asked for a nice picture,” she began, smiling down at the young Armstrong. “So, you could you give a pretty smile to the camera?”

Glancing up at her without moving her head, Olivier hummed a soft affirmative, giving a rather small, calm, but still present, smile to the camera. 

The camera flashed, blinding her momentarily, before her eyes brought her back to the reality around her, fully aware that the curl had released itself from its confines once again just as the photo was taken. 

He had a difficult time believing the photo was of the cold major general. The little girl– she couldn’t have been older than eight– was so small, and cute, in her little ballet outfit. And she was actually smiling. 

He wouldn’t have even entertained the thought if it hadn’t been for the blonde curl that seemed to sparkle in the flare of the camera in the photograph. The girl was obviously an Armstrong, but, then again, why would she have a photo of one of her younger sisters in her room, he thought to himself. 

Upon turning the frame in his large hands, still shaking slightly from the events that had occurred several days earlier and the toll they left on his body, he read the description written in beautiful calligraphy on the back– Olivier Mira at Ballet Practice, July 1888. 

The Ishvalan man blinked, honestly rather surprised. He hadn’t thought about what the Briggs woman’s life was like prior to her military service. He hadn’t thought about her much at all, if he were to be totally honest.

And he didn’t wish to, by the way he felt strangely drawn to her. It was rare for him to feel such an attraction to another person, and he wanted to avoid it at all costs. Love only ever brought heartbreak, and he decided not to even mull over any ideas surrounding the thought in his mind. He hated the military, though there was something to be admired in the woman who risked her own military service, even her own life, to keep a man of his blood in her direct service, knowing full well what it would mean for her if he was found out. Simply because she was that strong and loyal of a commander to her equally-faithful troops. 

He’d get over it. 

A solid knock on the door echoed in the dead-silent room, causing him to look up from the photograph in his hands. He didn’t feel like wasting the little energy he had in quickly setting the photo down and running back to the bed he had been resting in, only to feign the idea that he wasn’t snooping around the Ice Queen’s childhood room. 

“You decent?” Scar heard her ask, her tone flat. 

“Yes–” he replied gruffly, not at all surprised when the woman wasted no time in opening the door, even before he had fully gotten the word to leave his lips. 

She blinked at him, eyebrows furrowed, looking puzzled, “What are you doing?”

“Excuse me,” Scar spoke, setting the photo down. “I apologize for looking around. I was merely curious.”

While he thought that she was going to snap at him for a moment, the blonde relaxed rather quickly, glancing around the room as if in search of anything amiss, “I take it you’re feeling better, then?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, eyeing her as she looked around. Seemingly meticulously, she straightened a book on her bookshelf that was crooked. 

“I apologize for forcing you to stay in my room, but, as you know, it’s the last place they would go searching for you. In a few days, you should be able to leave, once Grumman reigns in the public about,” she paused, sighing softly, earning a curious look from the Ishvalan, “Everything.”

He nodded, silent for a moment. For reasons he did not know, he spoke up– genuinely curious about her state, since he did not notice a sling around her arm, “Your arm is healed?”

“Not fully,” she subconsciously touched her bicep with her opposite hand, her gesture betraying her confident, steady tone. “But it doesn’t need a sling. I’ve suffered worse.” 

Scar nodded again, briefly glancing back down at the photograph. 

“Ugh, that old thing,” he heard her gripe as she stepped over to the open window, peering out of it. 

“I didn’t know you could dance like that,” his voice was soft, attempting to make some conversation. He owed her some respect, as much as he initially disliked admitting. He had come to terms with his anger long ago, though he still found it difficult to trust to easily; he never would have agreed to resting up in the Armstrong manor if he hadn’t been as badly hurt as he was. 

“Like what? Ballet?”

Silence.

Then, a short, single laugh rumbled from the Amestrian, “All of us girls were taught ballet. I hated it.” She turned back out the window, her right eye visible to Scar for a fleeting moment as her curled fringe swung, adding sarcastically, “It’s probably why I’m so light on my feet now, so I suppose it wasn’t fully a waste of my time. Why are you so interested?”

Interested, the thought immediately put Scar on the defense, yet he quickly realized her interested wasn’t what he assumed it had meant. Thankfully. 

“I’ve always liked watching people dance. There were many ceremonies and festivals in Ishval in which people would do so. I was never good at it once I grew older, so I preferred watching.”

To his embarrassment, Olivier turned to him again, giving him a long look up and down his large form. It was as if he could feel her bright blue eyes on every inch of him as she hummed in thought, “Yeah, you don’t look like the type to dance.”

He wanted to feel offended, yet he knew it was true. 

“However, two of my sisters have the body type of my brother, and you’ve seen how large and lumbering he is. They still dance, so looks don’t have anything to do with it. You could, if you wanted, since you’ll be a free man soon, I suppose.”

“No, I–” 

“Someone will have to reteach your displaced people once you arrive back in Ishval,” she said, gazing out the window calmly. 

“Let me teach you!” Mei whooped excitedly, tugging on his hand. Scar had been content listening to the singing of his fellow Ishvalans nearby, until the Xingese girl had gotten the harebrained idea to start dancing. They had not been in Asbec for long, and this had been the first moment’s rest Scar had gotten in days, especially since the rest of their party was currently out and about. Save for the princess and her pet, of course. 

Scar sighed as she tried his patience, “Not now, girl. I can’t dance.”

“Then now’s the perfect time to teach you!” She tugged again, the panda on her shoulder making small squeaking noises, encouraging her efforts. 

“I don’t want to.”

With a pause, Mei hmphed in frustration. “But you had told me about how, during the Autumn Festival in Ishval, you would dance–”

“When I was a child, and I was to become a monk,” Scar frowned. “That path is far behind me.”

Understanding, Mei turned her eyes downward. She was intelligent; she had easily gathered that Scar wished for all of his past life to be forgotten. He had even forgone his name, to her surprise. She had no idea such things held such weight to them. 

In turn, Scar sensed that she was upset, so he sat straighter, “I would like to watch you. Don’t let me stop you, I’m sure your Xingese dances are wonderful.”

Perking up slightly, her panda mirroring her emotion, Mei nodded, “They’re beautiful! We often have large decorations and dragon costumes the dancers will wear, and they’ll dance in parades down the streets–”

He did not smile as she spoke, her vigor regained, but he listened contentedly, politely. 

“I’m sure I have forgotten.”

“You have forgotten, or you’re trying to?”

Having the general see right through him caused his eyes to widen somewhat, unsure of how to respond. 

“I know you must think that you were never going to succeed, that your life was going to be about vengeance, and you were going to die killing,” Olivier turned back to him, eyes serious, seemingly burying themselves deep in his very soul. “It doesn’t have to be like that any longer. You’ve been given the opportunity to rebuild the homeland and the culture of your people, don’t let the things you’ve done stop that. It’s always been about the justice; now, with this new way presented to you, no one else has to die, and I’m assuming that’s the way your god would want that. Wouldn’t you rather have it that way as well?”

“I-I,” the Ishvalan attempted to force his gaze away from hers, but she held it, powerfully, regally. “I have forsaken the path that Ishvala would have wished for me–”

“If I was a god,” Olivier spoke. “I would have the power and the will to extend certain graces, especially with the intentions you had, albeit misguided as they were. Killing innocent people will never be forgiven, but I’m sure you know that. Allow yourself to rebuild not only your country, but your character. If you don’t seize this opportunity, you don’t deserve it.”

He found no words to retort with. 

“So you’re not a monk any longer. You can still be their leader.”

Silent, he gave her the smallest semblance of a nod. 

“So, you should definitely remember that dance,” she piped up once again, her tone much lighter than before. “I’d like to see it.”

“Why?” He asked suddenly, caught off guard, a sinking feeling in his chest returning. A longing to be near her, a foolish want to get to know one of the most dangerous people in this newly-instated government; dangerous both politically and physically. 

She flashed him a smirk, “Cultures different than mine interest me greatly. Why did you answer so quickly?”

He felt weak suddenly, carefully maneuvering himself back to the bed to sit. 

“Need anything?” She dropped the subject with surprising speed and grace. 

“Water, please.”

“I’ll go fetch one of the servants,” she said, spinning on her heels in a militant about-face, heading towards the door. “Also, Scar.”

“Yes?” He glanced up at her once again. 

“If you’ve truly forgotten, I don’t know the dances of your people, but I could teach you some of what I know.”

As a light heat spread across his face, he could swear to Ishvala that she was smirking to herself in amusement as she took her leave. 

I hope you enjoyed! I tried to play with the pacing a little, so I hope it all turned out well :) i really do like this ship a whole lot hehe 

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I Want The Headline (Pt. 2)

Written By: suga-of-daegu BTS Fanfiction Angst WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Mafia/Gang

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It had been two hours since Jin had fallen silent and gone still. The two of you sat stiffly in your respective seats, blankly staring at the ground. Dried tears coated your brother's cheeks. He had been so careful to keep you away from this; how had they found out about you? And when he started to dance a little too close to the edge, he had sent you away for a bit.But he still found you.Now that he had you here and in his grasp there was nothing Jin could do, but obediently follow every order and hope he'll let you go. It was obvious you both weren't getting out anytime soon. Through hazy eyes your brother cautiously watched Jimin circle around you, jerking against his restraints whenever the man touched you. Silent until now, you turned your head to glance back at Jimin as he circled behind you for the umpteenth time, fingers trailing along your shoulder. "Why are you doing this to us?" You asked, voice hoarse. His pace slowed and he raised a brow in question."I was told to," he answered flatly. Rubbing his hands on his clean white t-shirt. Jimin huffed, settling his hands on his hips, "He should be here soon, though. This is kinda boring, right?" he mumbled, starting to cross over to Jin's side.'Wait!" You croaked. Hand halfway to Jin's jaw, Jimin glanced back you, an innocent confusion morphing his features,"What's wrong, baby?" he mused, winking at Jin's angry growl at the pet name. You ignored the odd feeling settling in the pit of your stomach at Jimin's piercing gaze and your brother's protective hiss."Don't hurt my brother anymore."You asked softly, "Please...You hurt him enough already; he can't even see out of one eye." Jimin glanced down at Jin's swollen eye and lightly touched it. Jin flinched away, whining under his breath."Oh, we're not going to hurt him anymore." A low voice drawled.Stepping into the light, the first thing you noticed about him was his shock of green hair. The newcomer blankly stared at you, "If he doesn't give us the answers we want, we'll hurt you." He continued, sharp gaze flickering to Jimin. He jerked his head back in your direction, "Go stand next to her." Jimin strode over, taking his place directly behind you. The new man nodded vaguely,"I'm Yoongi, welcome to one of my nicer warehouses." He drawled, motioning around him towards the vast room. "Now." He began, nodding towards Jin," Do you want to tell her or me?" He asked. Your brother softly pleaded with the man, but you couldn't understand what he was saying.Yoongi chuckled,"Well, first of all, your brother works for me..." His hands moved inside his coat and suddenly there was a gun pointed at you. Jin started to struggle again, shouting for Yoongi to stop. The green haired man struck him with the back of his closed fist but returned to point the gun at you once more. "But he seems to have been forgetting that lately, right Jimin?"Jimin stepped out of the line of fire, "Yeah." Yoongi grinned, lowering the barrel towards your knees,"And he's been lying quite a bit and shirking his job, so he needs a little..motivation." The green haired man's eyes lifted to yours, "You know?" You nodded silently, your knee hurting already. Yoongi's grinned brightened, his gums visible as he laughed quietly, "I like your sister, Jin." He taunted. "Maybe if you listen, she might be around a little longer and I can get to know her better." He shrugged," Or maybe not-" The booming echo of a gunshot rang out through the room and you involuntarily screamed. Jin doubled over, mouth agape in silent agony. Yoongi sedately watched the red pool growing from Jin's left shoe, "..Oops." He lightly kicked at it, nodding at Jin's wail of pain, "He's still awake. Have Hoseok watch him for the night, patch up his damn foot and eye."Jimin's eyes passed over you, "What about his sister?"He shrugged, heading towards the door, "I don't care, as long as she's still alive tomorrow." Yoongi paused in his stride, single finger raised as he tilted his head to the side, "On second thought, we'll take her with us."Jin shook his head erratically, "Wait! Just let her stay with me; she's terrified! I'll cooperate, I swear-"Jimin crossed his arms over your shoulders, resting his chin atop your head,"Well, if you cooperated before, none of this wouldn't have happened." His hand slid down, snapping the zip tie constricting your hands with a pocket knife you didn't notice he even had. With a teasing grin, he handed the blade over, "Why don't you get your feet free, baby?" Jimin leaned against the back of the chair as you tried to cut the tie. His fingers brushed along your spine, "Don't use the tip of the blade, that's just more work for yourself. Just slide it under and keep pushing until it snaps." Carefully watching you follow his instructions, he grinned when the plastic gave, "Good girl. Now do the same for the next one." Cutting the second one was much quicker than the first. Jimin grinned proudly at you, "You listen so well, baby~"A few moments were taken to stretch out your legs that had cramped from being tied to a chair for hours. Your first thought was to rush to your brother, but Yoongi's firm stare from behind him scared you too much. The man had threatened to shoot you and even shot your brother. It was probably best to listen to him. Yoongi motioned you over to him once you were done shifting. "Why don't you give your big brother a kiss?" He murmured, eyes passing over Jin's shaking shoulders, "He seems to like Namjoon so much, let's see how much Namjoon likes you."It seemed that every word that came out of Yoongi's mouth had Jin bursting into sobs and this was no different. It scared you. Who exactly were these men? You gently kissed your brother's bruised cheek, whispering several 'I love yous'. He repeated it softly, swollen lips kissing your cheeks desperately, "Jungkook.." He whispered quietly,"If they give to Namjoon find Jungkook." Someone's hand closed around your arm, pulling you away from your brother, but not before he could add, "And whatever you do, stay away from Tae."You were squished in between the two men in the back of black SUV. All the windows were darkly tinted, so the hope of someone seeing you was quickly crushed. The driver was sectioned off from you and the two men. Yoongi had spent the ride so far engrossed in his phone, while Jimin's eyes darted over the red dress they had given you to wear. Catching your gaze, he grinned,"You look good." Yoongi looked up from his phone curiously, eyes scanning over you. Boredly, he went back to the device,"You look ugly." He observed. Jimin rolled his eyes playfully,"He says that about every girl he sees." He soothed," No girl will ever be as pretty as-"Yoongi glared up at him. "Shut up." Jimin chuckled, hand patting your thigh. You tried to shift away from him but ended up pressing yourself closer to Yoongi who elbowed you roughly. It left you no choice but to move back to Jimin. He didn't comment on the scene, only promising,"Yoongi hyung bites, but I don't." The car came to stop and Jimin reached for the door knob. Through the crack, you could see that you all had stopped in an alleyway. Before Jimin was fully out, Yoongi was practically shoving you into Jimin's back, trying to get you out the car, "Hurry the fuck up!" He snapped, nails digging into your shoulder as he pushed harder. At first, you were squashed into Jimin's broad back and his hand came back to rest on your lower back to steady you.Once both his feet hit the concrete, he released you. You stumbled out, Jimin apathetically watching as you tripped and started to fall to the ground. Two hands gripped your sides, steadying you. You were suddenly yanked back in the opposite direction and ultimately fell back on your hands. Glancing up you saw Jimin's tense back muscles as he stood up to some other man.The other man coyly smirked,"Is she what you're trading tonight?" His eyes slide over Jimin to Yoongi's hard glare,"Ah, I admit..I hand no intention of trading with you, but this...this is tempting." He stared down at you,"What's your name, dollface?"From your quivering spot on the ground, you could only stare up at the man in fear. He leered down at you, the most prominent feature on his face being a dimple. You scrambled backward. Were they planning on trading you? Like trafficking? Yoongi's shined shoe stomped down on your hand, as you bumped against his shins, "Answer him." He hissed. You cried out, cradling your hand to your chest."Y/N..." You sobbed, "My name is Y-Y/N..."The dimpled man head tilted his head as he studied you for a moment, "Alright.." He conceded,"You've got me this time, Yoongi." he chuckled. He rummaged through his pocket, producing a silver ring. Confused, Yoongi's hand released the key to the suitcase of money stashed in the back of his SUV. Originally, he had planned on buying the other guy out. You coming along was a last minute thing and really served no purpose other than to scare Jin into submission. Tossing the ring towards Yoongi, who quickly snatched it up to inspect it, the dimpled man waved his hand forward. "Tae! We're taking the girl."Tae? Wasn't that the man you were supposed to avoid at all costs?A fourth man appeared from behind a dumpster, lollipop dangling between his lips. As he approached you, you scrambled towards Yoongi, ignoring the cracking of your hands as you grabbed onto his pant leg," W-wait! Please don't do this, I-" Tae's hands enclosed your wrists, easily prying you from Yoongi's leg. Yoongi himself was too engrossed in the ring in his hands to pay you any mind. Next, you looked to Jimin, "Jimin, please! Please do-.." He only pointedly looked away, following Yoongi into his car.The two men who had brought you here were leaving you with two other men. You were traded for a ring. The only thing you could do was gape at the dark car as it backed out of the alley and drove off. Shaking violently, your lips trembled. Were you ever going to see you brother again? Tae set you on your feet, grinning at you,"I'm Taehyung. " he grinned, "And don't look so sad, we're gonna have fun together~"

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ASTRO for Harper’s Bazaar (2017 May issue)

MJ

I heard that you’re in charge of 'fatality' and 'provocation' in ASTRO? My confidence level dropped a bit after today’s filming. I thought I was sexy when I was shooting but after looking at the monitor, I was like an angry person. Seems like I’ve to study up a little more… Shall I describe it as a period of self-reflection? (laughs) But even so, it was nice since I was able to try an experimental style that I’ve always wanted to wear. Clothes with sleeves going down all the way to my knees, with holes ripped in places and of loud colours.

Maybe it’s because of your way of speaking that’s mixed with aegyo or maybe it’s because of your eye smile but I actually thought you were the 'sweetest' member. When is that you feel sexy? When I’m sweating on stage and not smiling. (Cha Eunwoo who was quietly listening in, added on, “Hyung, you really look like you’re suffering then. Your make-up’s all gone away. You’re sexy when you’re belting out your high notes.”_ I look ugly then though... Okay, it’s when I’m singing but only my neck is sexy and not my face!

Who’s an artist in your age group that has had the greatest amount of influence on you? Sung Si Kyung sunbae-nim and Highlight sunbae-nims. I especially respect Yang Yoseob sunbae-nim. I enjoy watching videos of idol singers performing live before I go to sleep, I watched DBSK’s concert video yesterday. While being amazed throughout those two hours and going, "Woah, so it’s possible to create a stage this dynamic."

I heard that up till now you’ve went through four relationships. I didn’t date any of them for long. I care for them lovingly and listen to everything they say but I couldn’t actually expressing my feelings properly. If there was something that disappointed me, I’m the type to think over it alone and am a little defensive. I don’t think I’ve ever fully given my heart. Because I’m scared I’ll get hurt.

In an interview, you chose 'time travel' as a super power you’d like to possess. What’s your reason? It’s because I want to go back to a time where I was younger and have an early start, preparing myself even more but bit by bit. I’d probably have grown a lot taller if I had slept earlier then (laugher).

Moonbin mentioned that while you’re extremely sensible, you don’t trust in that sensibility and are always doubtful. I worry a lot and am also really shy. But once we get closer, I’m more cheerful and animated than anyone else (you know). In particular, I’m confident that my ability to spread positive energy is the best within the team.

Not singing? You’re the lead vocal though. It’s hard to say I’m confident in that. Because I’m at a stage where I need to really grit my teeth and work hard.

JinJin

Who made up the name 'JinJin' for you? My face looks like a puppy’s. I was reading a webtoon titled <Jin Jin Evolution*> where a Korean Jindo is the protagonist and then one day Moonbin started calling me like that. Everyone was calling me by my nickname, "JinJin hyung, JinJin hyung," but it ended up really becoming my stage name (laughs).

You’re the oldest and also the leader in your team but you were chosen as the member who cries the most. I think I’ve cried at every single concert or fan meeting we’ve held until now. The tears just come to me when I think about my parents. To be honest, my dad had a great influence on how I ended up doing music. He played the drums as his hobby and I started learning with him then. Since my 5th year of elementary school, I played the drums for about 5 years and then as I learnt the guitar and dance, I naturally dreamt of (becoming) who I am now.

I heard that everyone personally writes their own rap, what do you have drafted in your notes lately? (looking through the notes in his handphone) Can I rap it? (laughs) "A lot of things have happened, being together was fun, you look prettier the more I look at you that I wandered around feeling flustered" (You have to read it rhythmically!) The content is about not wanting to be friends just for that day and wanting the relationship to progress into lovers. It’s not my own story, I’m usually the sort to gain a lot of ideas through movies (laughs).

Who’s a rapper that you like the most? Big Sean! (On this day, as soon as JinJin heard Big Sean’s Moves loudly playing on the filming site, he gave up his sandwich, dashed out from the dressing room and started to move along with the rhythm.) Opposed to a low tone tight rap, I think the style of completely warming up your voice and then being able to easily go into a high tone rap is really cool.

I heard that you collect colognes and shoes. Rather than liking just one thing, my personality itself tends to look out for new things. Hairstyle, clothes, colognes, I’m the type to quickly get sick of something so I like to gather this and that. Even with my shoes, I collect one model in different colours. With my rapidly growing interest in fashion, I’m daringly challenging myself to try fancy things and what stands out. Lately I like matching my dress code to my shoes.

Now that you mention it, you’re wearing black trainers and a black shirt today too. It’s a pair of trainers that I really wanted to own and the fans gifted it to me. I’m really thankful. I’m always wiping them with tissues and being careful when I wear them (laughs).

*Not the official English title

Cha Eunwoo

Listening from start to finish your EPs which you released throughout last year in time for Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, you naturally imagine an innocent boy wearing his school uniform. Can we see a developed image through your new mini album that you’re busily preparing for now? Carefully envisioning it, I think it’s more of growing from a middle schooler to a high schooler rather than becoming a straight up adult. ASTRO’s characteristic zesty energy is similar to how we really are now so I think that it’s right we slowly change while maintaining that vibe.

The concept for today’s pictorial is a little different compared to the past and current ASTRO. I’ve always wanted to try filming with this kind of feel. But it’s definitely hard. I realised that again as we were filming. "Ah, I’m still far away from being sexy, the company didn’t uselessly push for a cute concept (laughs)."

Your straight-laced model student image is strong. Even pointing out that your life’s best escape was 'going out alone to watch a midnight movie'. I was like that back then. (How are you now?) If I were to talk about that… If I were to confess something of a level higher than midnight movies is us having secretly gone to an internet cafe? During our trainee days, avoiding eye contact with our manager and heading off to somewhere was a really big deal. Like an 007 mission, we’d carefully make our move, hiding round the corners of buildings and assessing our every step.

On the other hand, you’re in charge of the role of 'rebellious top star MJ’ in the variety drama <The Best Hit> which is being directed by PD Yoo Ho Jin in collaboration with actor Cha Tae Hyun. He’s an extremely cocky and selfish character. He’s someone you’d really hate so I’m practicing with the mindset of, "Let’s act while thinking of someone that you never want to become and who you shouldn’t become." Before I went for the script reading, I was practicing my lines with my manager and there were tons of labels and ways of talking that I’ve never imagined of until now, like, "Hyung! What do you do for a living?" so it was a new feeling. Next week would be the first filming so I’m really excited.

When is your loneliest moment? When I’ve to go to sleep but can’t. It’s really distressing. I’m the sort to have a lot of thoughts so I’d think, "There wasn’t the need to go that far" but then go deeper into thinking, "What kind of person am I that I would think there was no need?" So I want to quickly promote actively and have no time to think.

Do you not have any thoughts about wanting to date? Not simply (based on) good impressions, but love. Up till now, I’ve only dated once but I still don’t know what love is! When you read books or watch movies, don’t they say that someone who has never fallen crazy in love would never understand? That you have to experience it in order to become an adult. They say that when you love, your heart gets torn apart and you spill tears but I can’t empathise. I’m usually the style to only develop emotions after a long period of time so I really can’t comprehend falling in love at first sight. I’ll probably experience real love one day.

'A guy ripped out of manhwas', 'a guy with a sexy brain' and even 'face genius', your nicknames are flashy. Today in particular, your members themselves looked at your close up shot and commented, "A top class handsome guy," they seemed fascinated. If you were to freely boast about yourself? Someone who’s more reliable than anyone else and who always gives his all to the people he treasures, who’s very hard on himself and there are times where it gets too much but because of that, he’s someone who’s detailed and earnest. (Your visuals?) Then… Cha Eunwoo’s a handsome guy whose face and heart are both pretty (laughs)!

Moonbin

It’s a first that an idol shyly went, “I want to eat bossam and pig’s feet!” Bossam and pig’s feet, even kimbap and a sandwich, you really enjoyed yourself and finished up everything (laughs). When we went to Singapore, there was an instance where eight of us ate 180k won worth of chilli crab. Right since the start I told the company that I hope they don’t interfere when it comes to food. Going with your gut, eating when it’s time to eat, playing when it’s time to play, being zealous when it’s time to work, I think it’s fair that you lose weight when you need to go on a diet.

Are you the type to be impromptu? More than anyone else! Eunwoo and I are both B blood types but we’re polar opposites. Eunwoo likes to plan things out one by one but that’s what I hate. There’s never really been an instance where I made plans during the school break and even if I were to write up a chart for my plans, I’ll never keep to it. Being with Eunwoo did teach me that to a certain extent, there needs to be a side of me that’s detailed but there’s no change to my fundamental thoughts or attitude. Above all, seeing how our line of work emphasizes sense, I think that be it in dancing or singing, establishing just the big picture while allowing yourself freedom within it is good.

Of the moments where he was the most grateful to his members, your roommate Cha Eunwoo picked you waking up early to be one of them. I usually sleep a lot. Our manager comes to wake me up every 5 minutes but I really don’t hear him while light sleeper Eunwoo wakes up. Sometimes I don’t hear “You seriously have to wake up!” but can instead only clearly hear Eunwoo letting out a sigh (laughs). I’d feel sorry then and my eyes naturally open.

Is there a field outside of ASTRO’s promotions that you have a greed for? I really want to one day try acting in a movie. It’ll be even nicer if it was a movie that centers around a webtoon or novel. I usually like (reading) manhwas and webtoons. I’ve been reading the Naver webtoon <Street Gossip*> and it makes me think that it’ll really be a hit if the webtoon was produced as a movie or drama. As a fusion fantasy historical genre, the story’s unique and there’s a big handful of good lines.

Which line touched your heart? The girl’s a blue blood but she’s blind while the guy’s an illiterate born in the lowest class. Lines normally have to be read in the story so that they’re properly conveyed but talking about just the meaning, “Even if I can’t see you, even if you’re an illiterate, I like you for who you are and because of that, I’m plenty happy now.” Those words really played out prettily.

Thinking about it, didn’t you point out going to Tokyo Anime Center to be your ideal date? I can sense you’re a huge fan. For the sake of and <One Piece> and <Tokyo Ghoul>, I really want to go to Tokyo Anime Center even if it’s by myself. I usually like watching YouTube videos like ‘Marvel vs. DC’ and mystery videos about freakish happenings or involving bizarre creatures like Bigfoot, Sasquatch. I’m the type to see it to the end once I get hooked on something. Even yesterday, I ended up sleeping after watching the ending of the game <Battlefield> (laughs).

*Not the official English title

Rocky

You had red lighting shining all around you today at the filming site and your intense facial expressions you showed off didn’t look an ounce awkward. To be honest, I was shy and embarrassed but the picture had to come out well so I tried my best to focus. Watching our pre-debut webdrama <To Be Continued> now is still pretty awkward but I realised today that even my 'bad acting' can become of help (laughs). I think that thanks to the webdrama, I learnt how to focus by creating my own space within the awkwardness. Not that I want to become an actor straight away but I want to give it another try one day.

What kind of role would you like to try then? I want to challenge myself at the action genre. I was good at taekwondo when I was younger so I was ever Gyeongsangnam-do’s representative. I think I’m able to dance like I do now because I’m athletic. It’s been hitting me lately that your sense of balance is really important if you want to use your body properly. I think that you’re able to be better at what you like doing if your condition’s good.

I heard that you play a pivotal role in your team when it comes to choreography. I danced since I was 4. I learnt a little bit of Korean dance and even ballet. I do a lot of monitoring on a regular basis to the point that continuously replaying videos of my dancing on stage is my hobby. I’m also always watching choreographies from people who are the top of the class, like worldwide choreographer AJ. I really want to be acknowledged as a choreographer.

Since your debut days, the competition and tests must have been endless so how do you relieve stress? I wish I could have a good sleep because it’s tough on my body but to be honest, 'stress' is a rather ambiguous word to me. Since what I’m doing now is fun and I’m happy? (laughs)

Who do you match the best with in the dorms? (staring into space) I match the best with our television (laughs). I’m on friendly terms with all the members but we don’t play around. In fact I mainly while away my time watching the television. It hasn’t been long since we got one in our dorm and movies that you pay to watch couldn’t be as sweet.

I heard that you still write your rap lyrics in a notebook. At first there were a lot of notes in my locker that I scribbled down as practice but I can’t look at them now. I’m so bad at writing that it’ll make your stand on its ends. There are lyrics that I wrote starting off with the word 'boy' but I threw those away (laughs). I think at that time I really put my feelings into writing them but looking at them now, they’re horrible. I can’t write stories about people. Is it because I’m far away from love now… (laughs).

Yoon Sanha

What did you do before coming to the filming site today? I had my guitar lesson. I used to learn (to play) by myself but I wanted to strengthen my basics so I’ve been taking lessons once per week since not too long ago.

You playing your guitar and singing Kim Kwang Seok’s I’ll Become Dust at an audition pre-debut was memorable. It’s a song that my father really liked and enjoyed singing. His original dream was to become a singer. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen him singing with a guitar in his hands since so long ago but I think he’s had a great impact on me. 2 years ago, he had my older brother who was leaving to join the army the next day, stand in front of him and he sang 'A Letter From A Private'. Even his favourite song to sing at karaokes is Kim Kwang Seok sunbae-nim’s Around Thirty.

What do you think about the most throughout the day? Hm… guitar! I’ve recently been practicing with the guitar my fans gifted me and it makes me realise how much precious it is.

You’re the youngest in your team. Aren’t you the only one born in the 2000s? It’s a truth I found out later on but I actually nearly didn’t make it into ASTRO’s member line-up. During the time when they couldn’t make up their minds because I was too young, I suddenly grew taller and went through a growth spurt. My growth rate suddenly shot up past 10cm during my 3rd year of middle school and I was able to join as ASTRO’s younger member. Even recently I’m continuing to grow little by little. I’ve to stop (growing) now though (laughs).

Do you have a nickname? 4-cut fairy! There’s an app that automatically merges 4 of your selfies. I use that to take pictures and then I’ll often upload them on twitter. It seems like I’m always using the same facial expressions so I’ve been taking pictures while studying up (laughs).

Do you have any personal talents as well? MJ hyung seriously has a lot. He’s the king of imitation. I really can’t do impersonations. There’s one I practiced by myself. Doraemon?

What are your goals for 2017? I want to try winning no.1 on a public broadcast. We’ve yet to win even once.

Taking this interview as an opportunity, is there anything that you really want to say? There’s something I’d like to say to AROHAs. We’ve been on hiatus after wrapping up promotions for our 3rd album but we’re zealously preparing! Please wait just a little longer! Please make sure to tell them that I’ve dyed my hair (laughs).

Translations by @99pmh​ Take out with full credits

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[ruthgabyguerrero]

How to Find Love the Way Elizabeth Bennet Did: A Pride and Prejudice Film Review

Pride and Prejudice is a film version of the Jane Austen novel by the same name.

The novel has been made into screen adaptations in the past; including a film in 1940 starring Greer Garson and Lawrence Olivier, a six-episode mini series on the BBC in 1995, a Bollywood-style adaption in 2004 named Bride and Prejudice and most recently a quirky zombie adaptation named Pride and Prejudice and Zombies released in cinemas in the U.S. in 2016.

Director Joe Wright remained traditional and life-like in the aesthetic of film, whose costumes assembled by Jacqueline Durran afforded them a Satellite Award for Best Costume Design. With scenes of green meadows, vintage architecture and furnishings, and extremely natural appearances in the actors, the film transported viewers to proper 19th century England. He produced the familiar characters with much charisma and participated in bringing Austen’s words to life all the more vividly.

The story, which takes place in the early 19th century, is about a family with five daughters whose parents--primarily the anxious mother Mrs. Bennett (Brenda Blethyn)--are preoccupied with making sure their daughters are properly married before their passing. But Keira Knightley as the second eldest daughter Elizabeth Bennet, who is one of the two main characters in the film, portrayes exceptionally well the quick-witted beloved character whose more preoccupied with reading and uttering the occasional wisecracks about men than finding a suitor.

Two of Lizzie’s younger sister’s, Lydia and Kitty Bennet (Jenna Malone and Carey Mulligan), who are attached at the hip, are the sisters conditioned by their mother that a husband and marriage are the ultimate goal in life. They're the embarrassing siblings to Elizabeth, or Lizzie, as her family calls her, because when not giggling simultaneously or batting their eyelashes at any male presence, they’re begging the rich eligible bachelors Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley (Matthew Macfadyen and Simon Woods) to throw a ball so they can “meet people.” Other humorous characters include the middle sister Mary Bennet (Talulah Riley) who, unlike Lydia and Kitty, dresses in dark colors and hates the idea of balls as a way to meet people. Then there’s the “dreaded cousin” Mr. Collins.

Wright does Austen justice is recounting the gravity of marriage to women in an era where only male descendants were allowed to inherit. Mr. Collins (Tom Hollander) a short, self-assured, clergyman with no common sense when speaking to women is the one to inherit the sister’s estate. In order to make this move smoother, the nerdy douche tries to wed Lizzie, after finding out the eldest and prettier sister Jane (Rosamund Pike) is practically taken. Collin’s way of proposing? “You should take into account, that despite your mannerful attractions it's by no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever be made to you.” But Lizzie rejects in a very Gansta’ (despite what Urban Dictionary says, I know that “Gangsta’” can mean someone who defies normality, not for the simple sake of rebellion, but to question that which is incomprehensibly wrong; ie: “Did you see Gaby? She got a pixie cut against her Mexican mom’s will! She’s Gangsta!”) fashion, saying: “Sir, sir, I am not the sort of female to torment a respectable man. Please understand me I cannot accept you.”

It’s worth mentioning her father’s (Donald Sutherland) support of her decision, as well as her mother’s bitchy threats.

The whole issue of marriage is all the more demonstrated, however, with Lizzie’s beloved cousin Charlotte Lucas (Claudie Blakley). After Lizzie’s rejection, Charlotte feels compelled to settle for less with Collins, being that she is a whopping twenty-seven-year-old single lady. She tells Lizzie, Lizzie calls him “ridiculous,” but Charlotte states quite soberly: “Not all of us can afford to be romantic.”

The eldest sister Jane Bennet is the “beauty of the family,” as their mother puts it, and Lizzie’s closest sister. She catches the eye of the rich guy we mentioned above, the cheerful and likeable Mr. Bingley, at a ball where he along with his quizzical-browed best friend Mr. Darcy are the invited guests. We mentioned the charismatic characters Wright envisions and produced, but if we had to choose one actor/actress in the entire film whose character portrayal was perfect it was Matthew Macfadyen as Mr. Darcy--yes, above Knightley’s portrayal, but only slightly. He’s described as handsome in the novel, and he is indeed in the film, but not Abercrombie and Fitch-esque the way we’re used to seeing in teenage romantic films. The character of Darcy is opposite his best friend in personality and demeanor. As Bingley smiles and finds it easy to make conversation, Macfadyen as Darcy exhibits an excellent 19th century male version of The Resting Bitch Face and talks very little to Lizzie, the only person at the ball attempting to befriend him. Her attempts come to a halt when she overhears his remarks regarding her looks as “perfectly tolerable...but not handsome enough to tempt” him.

Throughout the film she runs into him in what seems to the audience as coincidentally. But she doesn't appear to blossom in her fondness of him as he seems to remain the bitter bitch we foremost met. That is, until we learn the valid reasons behind behaviours. Darcy doesn't change much, it is safe to say, but a different inner self does surface as he patches up certain mishaps and misunderstanding--semi-connected to Lizzie-- with the wealth and influence he has. Maybe romantic, maybe not?

It is an unconventional love story that doesn't feature a hopelessly romantic damsel in distress who is saved by a pretty boy. Lizzie pokes fun at love, not because she hates it, but because, as she puts it: “Only the deepest level of love could persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.” Her outlook on love and marriage seems that she is open (i.e. how intrigued she seemed with proper pretty boy George Wickham [Rupert Friend]) to the idea, but isn't desperate to find a suitor nor does she become disheartened with Darcy’s grimness towards her. Instead she is slightly taken aback, her cousin Charlotte cheers her up, saying “count your blessings Lizzie. If he liked you, you’d have to talk to him,” as Lizzie reiterates “precisely. As it is I would not dance with him for all of Darbyshire, not even the miserable half (referring to how much of Derbyshire Darcy owns).”

Laughs.

The complexities of both He and Lizzie’s personalities ties into the title of the film, but you’d have to decide which is Prideful and which is Prejudice.

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The 12 best memes of 2015: Runaway llamas, The Dress, Adele …

The internet in 2015 has given us a lot of giggles a vigil to a raccoon, Drake playing tennis and the duck army but which memes construct our cut of the best?

12. What are thooooose!

A police officer. A cheeky dude( Brandon Moore) hollering what are thooose ? at the officers functional, ugly footwear. Millions of loops and views and copycats afterwards, a meme is born. The first urban dictionary entry for the phrase and practice appeared in 2011, but it was 2015 when the sport of pointing at some awful shoes( preferably Crocs) and shouting what are those ?!! entered the mainstream. The best example is the wonderful take on the Jurassic Park theme tune( see below, 50 million Vine loops so far ), which I like because its less mean-spirited than real life instances. In fact, “the mens” who started the whole thing back in the summer seems kind of rude and is now in jail. Um.

11. Duck Army

It stormed collective internet consciousness in early September. Norwegian Kevin Synnes decided to embarrass his girlfriend in a store by pushing down on a bunch of toy ducks which, when pressed, emitted a loud aaarghh ! noise. The video was then appropriated by Vine star Charlie Murphy and subsequently looped millions of days, spawning multiple variants. There has even been a mash-up with the what are those? meme. My person favourite versions are those which pay tribute to Adele and Taylor Swift.

However, a Guardian investigation revealed that that the toy was not a duck, but a pelican. Listen to our interview with Kevin here.

Read more: How the duck army stormed the internet

10. Hello, its me

It took merely a 30 -second snippet of Adeles new single, Hello, debuted during the advert violate of the UK television show, The X Factor, to have the vocalist trending worldwide on Twitter. And while the haunting piano and hushed, smoky tones beloved of millions of fans induced much excitement among those desperate to hear the full song, the clip also inspired plenty of memes.

Hello, its me is a pretty meme-able phrase, and the internet did not disillusion. When the sepia-tinged video dropped, featuring the vocalist in an amazing coat, using a flip-phone and hanging out in an abandoned home, the memes merely multiplied. Especially re: the flip-phone. One girl even texted her ex the entire lyrics to Hello, without him catching on at all.

Read more: Hello, its me. On a flip-phone. Samsung unveils clamshell model

chuck (@ charlubby) October 23, 2015

you know it’s the emotional part of the song when adele doesn’t stop touching her face pic.twitter.com/ dkQvHRmL7 6

9GAG (@ 9GAG) November 8, 2015

#Hello, it’s me. https :// t.co /8 2PU9WzQHG pic.twitter.com/ 1y7xUrARvQ

9. Miley, whats good?

A lot of people characterised this as Nicki Minaj hurling tint at Miley Cyrus, which is a fundamental misunderstanding of the concept of tint. Minaj didnt throw shade she immediately called Cyrus out, in front of a TV audience of millions. If anything, that is the direct opposite of hurling tint.

The incident happened at the MTV Music Video Awards in response to an interview Cyrus gave in which she called Minaj not very polite. While accepting an award Minaj called Cyrus this bitch who had a lot to say about me in the press the other day, before aiming with the perfectly passive aggressive, Miley, whats good? Cue memes. Plenties and lots of memes.

John Liacopulos (@ john_liac_9 7) November 3, 2015

When Miley Cyrus takes you to her favorite eatery that you’ve never been to before and you ask what to order pic.twitter.com/ qoGDlgHmuQ

KK (@ _ColeHeartedX) October 9, 2015

I hate whoever room this is #iup #MileyWhatsGood pic.twitter.com/ Peh3f 3Yq4b

8. Confounded Nick Young

Nick Young is a basketball player who shoots for the LA Lakers. His internet fame, however, is courtesy of a confused reaction face meme. At one point during a day-in-life-of documentary, Thru The Lens, positioned on YouTube, Young pulls a huh? face when his mother calls him a buffoon. His quizzical expression towards the camera has spawned likely the best reaction macro of 2015 and can be used for disbelief, astonish or a thousand other reactions.

Photograph: Instagram /@ Daquan

7. Why you always lyin?

The 21 -year-old college student Nicholas Fraser became an internet sensation when he decided to perform, in his yard, perched on a lavatory, as one does, a quick cover-up of Nexts Too Close, but with the lyrics changed to why the fuck you lyin?/ why you always lyin ?) Given that people lie all of the time , and we know about it, guys , and we all want people to know that we know, Frasers vine caught on and inspired multiple cover versions of his cover version. Now, when your mate texts to tell she is five minutes away but you know she likely hasnt left the house yet, theres a perfect means of responding. Thanks Nicholas.

Read more: When “theyre saying” Nicholas Frasers vine isnt the best use of 2015: why you always lyin ?

6. Fifty Shades of Grey

After the Fifty Shades of Grey series of volumes sold so poorly , it was a punt for Universal Pictures to have taken on a film adaptation. But oh, brave souls it was brought to the screen in summer 2015 with Sam Taylor-Johnson at the helm and Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson starring. Given that the book had already resulted in a lot of culture cache, it was inevitable that the film would inspire memes and gags. The internet delivered. In particular, the my savors are very singular line( altered to my passions are unconventional for the internet) demonstrated a rich seam.

The Beast (@ KrystalSim) February 9, 2015

pic.twitter.com/ m5Tpb21XRf

Photograph: BuzzFeed

5. Hotline Bling

One of the best ways of 2015, the video for Drakes Hotline Bling didnt drop-off until October three months after the ballads release. But it was worth the wait. A minimalist clip, Drake proves off his unusual dance moves against different coloured backdrops inspired by artist James Turell. The rappers moves and pained impression inspired multiple parodies shared on YouTube, Vine and Twitter.

Included below are some of the best: a dancing and adorable shiba inu( aka Doge ), the Man From Another Place from Twin Peaks and perhaps best of all, some tennis backhand action.

Chai Goth (@ Abid_ism) October 20, 2015

The hotline is filled with secrets pic.twitter.com/ 5zS0WZhGCG

4. The Dress

The most viral of viral phenomenons. A young lady took a picture of a dress in a clothes store and uploaded it to Tumblr. Why is this interesting? As the internet was genuinely divided as to whether the dress was blue and black, or white and gold.

The original Tumblr post pose the question racked up an enormous 73m page positions, and a BuzzFeed piece on the dress has more than 38m page positions to date. #TheDress trended for days on social media. Scientists were carried in to explain how people could be seeing different colourings. Rods and cones were mentioned. British current affairs programme Newsnight even offered its own election. The Guardian waded in, with the definitive take.

michael (@ 1975 NIGHTMARE) February 27, 2015

when you don’t know the color of the dress pic.twitter.com/ sQI7YLnjk 1

BBC Newsnight (@ BBCNewsnight) February 27, 2015

A live on screen vote on tonight’s Newsnight – what colour is #thedress? Get out your phone and going to see http :// t.co/ dRffVZfw0P at 10:30 pm

3. Poot Lovato

I dont guess Ive ever chuckled so hard as when I detected the Poot Lovato meme. A Tumblr post featuring an awkward fan photo of vocalist Demi Lovato posited the hypothesi that the snap was not of Demi herself, but her secret twin sister, Poot Lovato, who had been trapped in a cellar her entire life. The fable took hold and soon the internet was ablaze with hilarious and creative Poot memes. Fan-fiction was written, fan art draw, Instagram and Twitter accounts were established and even Demi herself addressed the gag( she wasnt amused ). Then, instead, brilliantly, a sleuth excavate out a paparazzi photo of Demi-as-Poot right at the moment the fan pic was taken. Its still funny.

Read more: Poot Lovato: has the internet detected Demis secret sister ?

A selection of the best Poot Lovato memes. Photograph: Guardian composite

2. Llamas on the run

On THE SAME DAY AS THE DRESS, the internet explosion with one of the great police chases of our time two llamas on the run. The llamas, one black and one white, ran loose in Sun City, Arizona. The whole internet followed, glued to the ABC1 5 live river of the runaway animals and tracking updates on Twitter. The llamas, true heroes of freedom and an inspiration to all, had escaped from their day job in an animal therapy centre. The black llama was caught first, its emancipation ended with a cruel lassoing. The white llama ran on, but eventually, it too was caught. Still, these two were the internets favourite llamas since Serge, the French llama who travelled by subway.

HannahJane Parkinson (@ ladyhaja) February 26, 2015

NOOOO. BLACK LLAMA CAUGHT. STAY STRONG WHITE LLAMA.

Matthew Baldwin (@ matthewbaldwin) February 26, 2015

LLAMA 1: We’re escaping this afternoon. LLAMA 2: Alpaca bag.

1. Dead Raccoon

My personal win for meme of 2015 is the dead raccoon, an unfortunate soul, detected deceased on a Toronto street. After a human tweeted the relevant city authorities to tell them about the raccoon, the poor critter was left for hours in the same place. Over the next 12 hours, a vigil was set up for the raccoon, documented online. A note was left, a framed photo , notes were written. Someone gave the raccoon an unlit joint as a mark of respect. It get dark. Candles were illuminated. The raccoon was named Conrad. Eventually, the authorities turned up and unceremoniously dumped Conrad in a rubbish truck. Such a lack of respect.

Raccoon update: he’s still there. Someone has written him a card .

A photo posted by Emily Taylor (@ emilyjs5) on Jul 9, 2015 at 9:14 am PDT

Shauna Pollock (@ misspollock) July 9, 2015

Don’t quite know what to say about this sidewalk discovery except that it really brought ppl together. #deadraccoonto pic.twitter.com/ BJ7efipLvq

Norm Kelly (@ norm) July 10, 2015

The sidewalk memorial is growing, @311Toronto. H/ T @jasonwagar. #DeadRaccoonTO pic.twitter.com/ 3vTUf9xB7b

Kris Pangilinan (@ KrisReports) July 10, 2015

10: 46 pm #DeadRacoonTO is still here. pic.twitter.com/ D9JbEuxJol

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