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[prettycolors]

[ashmarie1687]

S5 E1 Gif Goodies

This grab N kiss we saw after episode 1 aired.(Gif Credit @themusicsweetly)

Sam’s hand is really marking his territory. (Credit to @avasetocallmyown)

A long day full of filming this scene, and we thank you for the footage. (Gif credit @avasetocallmyown)

[woowonjaeaomg]

Cr. W Korea

[ashmarie1687]

Everything is close in Londontowne

Had we not gotten our lovely trio photo, we could assume Sam would have stayed at Dean Street since it’s less than 3 miles away from the Audible UK HQ, but as Cait said recently about her award win, the extras are cherries on top 🍒

Less than 3 miles. 😂

[ashmarie1687]

If you haven’t listened to the Outcasts Podcast with Sam, you’re missing out on a hilarious good time.

FYI if you have an iPhone search for it under the Podcast App, or search on google and you’ll find a link there too.

[elykmbr]

2 years without you Tita Grace.

[anodetomy19yearoldself]

What happened to me?

I became a lost chest with treasures stolen as they were stowed.

It was not so long ago when we lost you. I lost you. The moments were stolen, just like the memories, they were expected to fall apart.

I remember wanting to know me. But as the Sun rises and and still my eyes are closed until it does open, I open it with nothing.

I am left alone and I refused to think about it. Now, I’m begging to be in solitude.

I look and then I see. There it is, something that I am reaching for. A smooth pearl, I want it. But go away. For a moment, leave me alone, my pearl.

I’ll come back for you as sure as the noise enters my parent’s room at 1:49 AM.

I must move forward, look at everything because I fear mortality. Oh, to just see it all and never forget how I wanted to see it all.

Tomorrow’s always the start. But I never start, I never start.

Maybe because of the neighbor’s lazy echoes that rupture every cell in my body, it also ruptures my soul, my plans, my dreams, my hopes, my aspirations, my goals.

I blame the tall, brown man, and his brother, and his other brother with the feet all twisted. I blame it because I fail to blame myself. I fail to see what is beyond because I chose to blame the tall, brown man with the creases separating his cheeks from his lips and chin.

I look at The Times. It’s already 1:53 AM. 7 minutes before the pathetic siren. I must set another siren. I wish I could never forget.

The TV is there beside me. The TV will depict my fears. The TV will slap me with reality. The TV will give me back everything. I rest my head to the TV.

And then after that, I’ve succeded. The virgos and capricorns will be all so jealous. They would want to kill me before I could even stab the knife to open up my cranial bones and see for myself the tumors that I hope were never there.

It scares me. But I have to face it. It’s the thing about being human. It will make me become human. And then my feet will now go back to the ground. Don’t pop the balloon. I’ll go back because I already want to.

[sherwynphilip]

Namjoon's Tweet | 7:37 PM • 21 Sep 2020

달 달 무슨 달

(trans) Moon, moon, what kind of moon

*above phrase is a play on a Korean children's song

source: @BTS_twt