Can i change my name to "myg's giant hands and broad shoulders"???? Pls cry with meeee and myg praising jjk, myg being so taken with creating music, jjk's cute shy smile+swtpaws, yk height difference and wide of shoulders difference, just yk standing next to each other -myg's giant hands and broad shoulders anon
um yes??? i love it wtf, also Same
JEONGGUK’S FACE AND SMILE WHILE YOONGI SAID THAT, u know he was trying to contain himself
jeongguk with sweaterpaws… is My Everything… he looks So Cute :((( so soft and fluffy :(((
look… height difference but then… yoongi’s shoulders… compared to his… wow (y r yoongi’s broad ass shoulders so underrated… like Dude)
yk standing next to each other is deadly… like… how do people survive The Power Couple,,, the 2016 mama red carpet photos… the ones of them standing next to each other… they looked like such a royal power couple, i was !!!!
You should do your changmin-aks-thingy too, i would like to know how you would answer it ^^ and thanks for the warmest reply btw... (i think the world would not survive changmin&taemin together, just listen to taemin performing "ace" with lyrics by changmin.....
The world NEADS changmin&taeming collab *_* who’s not gonna survive was simply noth worth it(°ロ°)☝
I was thinking about making this meme since yesterday, but every answer I come up with makes me sound like tots delulu ditzy, but hell, maybe I am one (◎_◎;)...so here we go ;)
What I like about them : His wit, how hard he works on improving himself, and not only his skills, but also his personality, how selfless he is and how carying, the way he’s working hard on having a normal life, not following this whole celebrity world, his awkwardness even after all these years of ‘training’ XD His beautiful face *_* His big ears♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)
What I dislike about them: how selfless he is =_= always thinking about others first - fans, Yunho, friends... I still have a feeling he still lowkey thinks about himself the way things were years years ago, when he was the last one in the group, the least liked/famous member, and i think that this feeling is somewhere there in him deep inside. Also : DO.MORE.ROCK.SONG.U.DICK.
Favourite moment: uh...everything? °٢° but ok ok, I have a special place in my heart for ONAPE show, because that was one of the very few moments when we got to see this part of Changmin, the REAL Changmin and I’m forever grateful for that show. <3 Also I love every ‘Spinning’ BTS clip, because idk why, but changmin was so extra that day and it cracks me up every time I watch it XDDDD And basically everything from Japan, because he always so relaxed there.
Least favourite moment: every moment when I see him stressed or tense and uncomfortable and right now - some of his military pics 3
A situation with this character that I want to see explored more: DO.MORE.ROCK.SONGS (╯°□°）╯︵ /( ‿⌓‿ )\ and more variety shows, or do some travel show, cooking travel show! just...whatever that would show us more of his private funny self. Also - JANGMI!!
An interesting AU for this character: uh...idk XD I’m a fanfic addict, but i’m also a fan of simple au’s really, anything from college au’s, “we’re bad at dating” aus, “oh god i’m so sorry” aus...anything that will make me smile and squeal and blush XD
A crossover:...Jangmi with Yunho duet? /hides/ But I would love to see him doing a rock-style collab with some girl singer...Something like he did with Taeyeon and her ‘Devil’s Cry’ but with more Changmin in it XD That would be hot *_*
Other ships? Changtoria, but this is honestly too much pretty to handle. And I really REALLY liked Changmin with Lee Jongsu, this guy did wonders for him <33333
BROTP: Kyuline for life!!!!
NOTP: anything that involves one of 3 guys he had nothing to do with since 2009...
An assortment of headcanons! just...wayy too many XD Basically my whole changmin/homin tag is filled with my headcanons... But anything with their domestic life in Japan, witch Changmin being a tots NERD and loser, walking around and bitching about Yunho being a slob and then getting drunk with Kyuline while making fun of Suho...So much, so many! He’s just so easy to make fun of XD
▶ Crystal, porcelain dolls; divinity is so far away, earned through milleniums that we’re aloof to achieve and knowings beyond our comprehension. Immersed in banality, we’re lacking something, in the flesh and in spirit.
Meat and bones, if one could resign to the fragility in our structures the sensation of inmense weakness would finally leave us rest. Humanity, however, is a dangerous thing to give up to the universe, not for oneself but for those who surround us. If we’re crafters of our destiny is a subjective theory, Sen, on his own, decided to create and not transform. Not himself, at least.
"You know, they say happiness sometimes is an omen of misfortune. A temporary state" Sen whispered in her ear, covered with a curtain of jet black hair. His eyes, disposed in serene factions, travel through the lines of her profile while in the tip of her nose dies the last sparks of the Sun. The nightsky slowly takes reign of Sen and Iseul.
"Those who said that were ever happy?" She replied with a small grin decorating her lips, Sen’s growing beard tickles her shoulder as he rests his head on it. "Are you happy?”
The grass under their bodies sways with the breeze of evening, Sen can’t help but laugh with melodius notes as his hands caress the girl’s arm up and down, he feels at the edge of the world, his breath becomes heavier beholding a question rarely asked in the chambers of Hell. Eyebrows raising in amusement, Iseul turns her gaze right into Sen’s, and his eyes suddenly reflect her in a deep state of hypnosis, his fingers stop their trail just over her hand.
Iseul can perceive Sen’s breath mixing with her own, the closeness is overwhelming and she’s eager, a shiver tests her forbearance. She is the virtuous of patience, but the sudden emptiness in Sen’s eyes make her heart gasp.
"No fucking way…" Cursing at the wind Sen loses his glance into the woods, were their predators run, crazed, to ambush the lovers frolicking their spirits in the meadow. Iseul turns to see the danger but Sen doesn’t lose time in double-checking, escaping, like the mouse running from the cat, they’re quickly approaching the empty highway with Stalkers following close behind. He holds her hand with paranoic strenght.
Stalkers don’t offer truces, the light in their eyes are long gone by the time fungal putrefaction intoxicate what’s left of a human body, the living can’t find a break. Sen’s chest burns but he doesn’t stop, the girl, quick in her reckons, can guess a sickly rasp in his breath. His heart, in a second, almost paralyzes its throb.
There are more of them.
A horde of Stalkers jump from a side street darkened by shadows and seizes the possibility to catch Iseul in a blink of an eye. A chill pierces his heart and suddenly, the time stops. Zero gravity injects a dose of adrenaline in Sen’s blood bringing fire to his system. Dust, and a fist flying to impact in the closest Stalker’s face mark the beginning and end of his unexpected boldness. They keep running.
Heavens pay Sen with disregard, his pleedings aren’t being heard. Pessimism grows in him, but the only sign of inner resistance is his hand wrapped around Iseul’s, immovable despite the sweat that threaths to tear them apart.
Satan is his last choice, - Just to make this more fun for you, give us a break - he begs.
And then, a gasoline station appears with chores of demons in front of them. Sen finds force in the coincidence, the croaking sound at his back, and in the enlightened expression of Iseul. Inside, nothing but more destruction is found midst every step they take, the Stalkers didn’t notice their salvatage.
Weak light beams penetrate the place between cracks and holes, the windows are closed by massive wooden planks and gallons of gasoline stored in the corners show signs of life before them, who just escaped death. A whistling interrupts the impending tension trapped in the place, and Sen collapses on the floor, it is useless to try to find an escape. “We must… wait”, reaching the inner pocket of his jacket, Sen takes a cigarette and holds it between his lips, his lungs still whistle, hand tremors turn the task of lighting the cigarette an impossible accomplishment. Iseul is unbelieving.
"What are you doing?! We barely got out of that and you’re already seeking death?!" Kneening in front of him she hisses. "It’s not going to make it any better you kno-"
"Goddamn Iseul, I almost lost you!" Sen’s eyes are wide open, the phrase becomes shaky while it leaves his vocal cords and bounces off the walls, as if to form a precedent, as if to shorten the distance. He takes her hands and pulls Iseul closer to him, she wraps her arms around Sen’s neck, and they enjoy of heartbeatings and the after-silence, the dimension generated by a confession in the end of the world. Their world.
But that universe is different from where they’re standing, lands of fatality and corruption of the body and the mind. His interiors crumble at the intromission of warmth and a whooping cough crosses him from medium to medium; the lighted cigarette falls to the ground and the familiar croaking noise mortify their shelter. Sooner than later the Stalkers slap and tear the entries until they get in, Sen and Iseul, hidden in the rear warehouse, take action. Or at least the girl does.
Switchblade at hand, she destroys the weakest parts of the planks nailed against the windows and creates a clear getaway for both, Sen’s is tempted to laugh despite the sore in his lungs. “Gorgeous…” He murmurs before stepping in his feet and taking one of the gallons of gasoline, spreading the liquid all over the place and specially where the cigarette was left. Red, heat, flames are created.
Wildfire eats the station in a peaceful motion; they run away, but the Stalkers don’t.
Iseul pushes Sen through the streets further and further away from the blaze, her hand squeezes his in satisfaction, a certain sense of triumph condecoring both of them. They won. They can rest.
At the end of the tale Sen and Iseul contemplate the infernal condemnation up on the roof of a nearby building, close to the constellations. Her face shines in stardust, his lungs are blessed with clean air.
"What an amazing spectacle…" Limbs feeling summerged in hot water after the exertion, her voice has playful shades and a slight purring that penetrates to the bottom of his soul. He then calls for her. “Yes?” She replies, starlight reflected in her pupils.
