#breathin video

[supernovagifs]

Aʀɪᴀɴᴀ Gʀᴀɴᴅᴇ - Bʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴ' | 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

give yourself a reason | m. murdock

a/n: hi guys. this is much different than what I promised you last time I posted and it's a lot different than what i usually post but i've been struggling so intensely with my depression and anxiety and genuinely the only thing that's gotten through it is "you can't kill yourself yet, you haven't seen daredevil born again" so i guess this is a fic about that lmao warnings: massive trigger warning for depression and suicidal thoughts, like just. pretty much the entire fic is the reader wanting to die and having bad mental health. besides maybe some cursing (but i cant recall) that's pretty much it. word count: 2.1k summary: the devil of hell's kitchen talks you off a ledge (literally) pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader now playing: call your mom - noah kahan "medicate, meditate, save your soul for jesus/throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason/don't wanna drive another mile without knowin' you're breathin'"

You are the light in a dark room for so many people.

You are the glue of your friend group—Constantly planning hangouts, constantly responding to text messages, you’re always there for people.

You visit the bodega at the corner every morning for a large coffee and to pet the bodega cat.

You bring donuts in to work every Friday, for no reason other to bring joy to people’s lives.

You have every reason to live.

You…

Are standing on the ledge of your building, wondering if you’d pass out before you hit the ground.

You’ve dealt with depression for years. It’s been an uphill battle since you were eleven, maybe even earlier. And it goes through phases—Sometimes, you just coexist with it. It lives in the corner of your brain, where a lamp or a soulmate should be. You know it’s with you, but sometimes it just sits on your shoulder, observing.

Other times, it shackles you. It weighs you down, pulling you down under the crashing waves, and every time you pull yourself up to breath, it drags you down faster, more relentlessly.

It’s an intense unfortune that you could blame on any number of things, and you have tried.

But things have been bad recently.

And it’s not that your life is particularly hard right now—There’s no looming deadlines, your relationships are all fine, you thought you were happy, really, but one day you woke up.. unable to come up with a reason.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve found a reason. For a long time you thought, no, I couldn’t do that to my mom. Then, you said if you could just make it to college, everything would be easier. And then, you figured if you could make it to New York City, you’d be able to cope with things.

And it worked for a while, but—

“Hey,” A voice says from behind you, “hey, just—take a step back.” The voice says, and you tilt your head back, trying to look at who has interrupted you in this vulnerable moment.

“Go away,” You demand, your voice harsh as you realize you are not dealing with just any old witness- The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen stands behind you.

You know all about him. He popped up a year or two before you moved to the city, and you’ve always kind of daydreamed about him saving you—You’ve seen pictures and videos of him, glimpses of him.. But they’re just fleeting moments of a silly crush.

“You know I can’t do that,” He says, his voice getting closer. “I won’t do that.”

Then you feel tears in your eyes. Nothing can be easy, can it?

“Please,” You beg, “I’m not hurting anyone, I just.. want it to stop.”

“You are hurting someone. You’re about to hurt yourself and I won’t let that happen.” But he knows you won’t step away. And he doesn’t want to tackle you off the ledge.

“Please,” You say again, a shaky hand wiping your cheek, your heartbeat thumping out of your chest. You don’t want to die. You just don’t want to be in pain anymore.

“Let’s just sit,” he offers, his voice much closer to you now. “You don’t have to get off the ledge, just sit.” He requests.

“Look, devil man, I really don’t want you to give me some speech about how life is worth living, okay? Just—”

“We don’t have to talk about why you’re up here,” he says, “We can just sit.” From the corner of your eye, you see him sitting next to where you stand, his legs dangling over the edge.

He offers you a hand to help you sit down.

You take it.

And you’re not even sure why, because you don’t want to talk to this man, no matter how you admire what he does to other people. You sit next to him, and you feel yourself getting pulled down again, unable to breathe. Static fills your brain, repeating horrible things, telling you that everything for everyone would be easier if you just—

“Have you ever considered that Dr. Pepper could be a woman?”

“What?” You blink, now looking at him. What a ridiculous thing to say to a person who was about to kill themselves?

“Well, have you?”

“Uh.. No.” You answer, your face still twisted in confusion. “No, I’ve never considered that.”

“I always hear about people talking about this hypothetical doctor behind the soda, and they always refer to them as a man. Kind of messed up,” He shrugs.

“I don’t understand,” You respond honestly.

“I told you we didn’t have to talk about why you were up here, but I never said anything about not talking at all.”

You suppose he has a point.

“Okay.” You answer, feeling awkward now.

“Have you lived in the City long?” He wonders aloud.

“No,” You find yourself echoing the same story you’ve told a thousand times. “No, I moved here about a year ago.”

“Do you like it?”

Your stomach churns.

“Yeah.” You’re having a hard time being more descriptive than that.

“Have you been to see any good shows?” he asks, “Oh, have you seen Wicked?”

You’re confused again. You glance back at him. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is asking you if you’ve seen a Broadway musical about The Wicked Witch of the West. Much like the question about Dr. Pepper, you’re just extremely caught off guard, because it seems so out of character.

“Not in years.” You answer, “I saw it with my mom when I was younger.”

“Well you should see it again.” He said, “It’s really good, even better than you remember.” He promises.

“Why are you talking about this?” You answer, and he sighs.

“The confusion is on purpose,” He confesses, “I heard somewhere that if you can just distract someone having an episode, it might pull them out of it.”

You do feel.. better.. You suppose. You’ve been pulled above water, able to breathe, because in your confusion, there was no room for any static or bad thoughts to get in. Maybe better is a strong word, but there’s an absence of all of the intense thoughts that distracted you.

“Oh.. Thank you.” Is all you find yourself saying.

“I’m gonna go back on my promise,” he starts, “I need to ask you why you feel like this is your only option.”

Your shoulders fall a bit, remembering everything.

“You’re a liar.”

“Just try.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Tried what?”

“Verbalizing it, saying it all out loud?”

Well, now you feel silly. Very silly. You know a therapist might help, but you’ve been busy. And—

“You have your own problems,” You start, “I can’t ask you to take on my problems, too.”

“I asked you to talk about it,” he responds, “Besides, we don’t even know each other. You’re not burdening me, I promise.” And you’re inclined to believe him.

So, you take a deep breath and search for your words.

“I just can’t find a reason.” You start. “I’ve always been able to find a reason before, a reason to keep going, to push ahead, but..” You blink. “I just can’t find it. I’ve gone through all my usuals.”

“What about your mom?” he asks, recalling your earlier comment about him.

“She was the reason for a long time.” You confess, “But she has my stepdad now. Everyone’s taken care of. My friends, my siblings, my mom.. The only one who’s alone is me.”

The Devil doesn’t say it, but his heart aches for you.

“People would miss you,” he recalls his own depression, “They’d grieve you as intensely as they love you.” He reminds, and you know that.

“They’d find a way to move on.” You reason, “They’d have to figure it out.”

“How long have you been dealing with these feelings?”

“As long as I can remember.” You respond, “I thought if I could survive my childhood, it would stop. Moving here, that was supposed to be the end, but..” You frown. “After the honeymoon phase, I’m just back in that hole.”

“There’s ways to get you out of that hole,” He promises.

“How?” You demand, tears filling your eyes, “Tell me a reason I should keep going that I haven’t heard, that I haven’t thought, that actually gets through to me,” You ask.

He pauses. It’s a tall order.

“You know there’s no magical cure.” He starts, “But you find the little things. You can’t find any big reason to live? Fine. Find the small reasons,” He reasons, “The way sun feels on your skin, your favorite team winning a game, a homecooked meal.”

“Give me a big reason.” You request.

“I can hear heartbeats,” he says, and when you scoff, he shakes his head, “No, seriously. So, here’s your big reason: Don’t make me listen to your heart stop beating.”

It’s a low blow. A hit to your core, right to the part of you that feels guilty you even have these feelings.

“Let me walk you home.” He says after a moment.

“I live in this building,” You say, and for a moment, you almost think that the Devil tenses, like he hadn’t realized that.

“Then let me walk you to your apartment. It’s cold out here, c’mon.” He offers.

“How do you know I won’t just do it tomorrow? Or after you leave?”

“I trust you,” And somehow you don’t believe him. But he swings his legs around and stands on the solid ground of the roof. He offers his hand to you again. “Let’s go inside.”

You take his hand and let him guide you off the ledge, and it only takes a few steps for you to start crying—truly sobbing at the idea of what you were about to do. The Devil is right; tonight won’t be the night.

And as soon as he listens to you start sobbing, his arms are around you like he’s known you your entire life. He’s warm, safe. His hand gently rubs your back, his pointer finger running up and down your spine. The Devil gives wonderful hugs, it reminds you of hot soup on a winter day, the first hot day of spring after a long winter, and a memory from before depression reared it’s ugly head at you, of being three, maybe four years old on Christmas Eve, wrapped in blankets, safe and loved, with a full stomach of food.

You don’t know him, but you know right then and there that you’ll be grateful to him forever.

“It’s okay,” he says softly, his voice like a lullaby, “You’re okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart.” You can tell he means the words, that they aren’t obligatory, but genuine. He’ll look after you. He lets you cry into his shoulder for a long time, reminding you to breath.

When there’s no tears left to cry, The Devil gently pulls away, his hand now on your cheek as he wipes away the tears that run down your face.

And there’s only one thing left to say,

“Let me take you home.” He says gently. And you nod, words escaping you. You walk with him down to your apartment, letting him tuck you into bed after drinking some water. As you wait for sleep to find you, he gently brushes hair from your face as he asks, “Promise me you’ll call someone tomorrow. A therapist, a help line, your mom. Promise me you’ll find the help you need. Promise me you’ll find a reason.”

Studying his features, since, you don’t know when you’ll see him again, you nod.

“I promise.”

He leans forward and kisses your forehead. It’s foreign. Welcomed. Paternal.

“Good. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Don’t be a stranger,” You request, and you see the corners of his lips twitch up.

“I’ll tell you what,” He starts, “I’ll come visit you tomorrow night, too. Okay?”

“Okay.”

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen saves people—but not everyone needs to be saved in the same way.

He waits for you to fall asleep before he leaves, breaking the lock on the door up to the roof so you can’t get up there, not until they fix it. Then, he makes his way to the window on the other side of your floor, to the apartment down the hall from yours.

He crawls into the window and pulls off his cowl, before showering, and then crawling into bed. He hopes you’ll find a reason, but he knows he’ll show up again if you can’t. That’s just the type of person he is.

[uplandglinda]

Ariana Grande in Breathin music video

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Seal of Approval

Author’s note: So… this is a silly random thing, after watching a few videos of unlikely wildlife and children interactions that are super cute and wholesome.

Summary: There are fragments of holo-videos of a motherly baseline human talking about interactions of her son, a blond haired, blue eyed child, and a Leopard Seal.

Warnings: Fluff! Let me know if I need to add anything else.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @undeaddream

The video starts off with a golden colored seal closes its- his- eyes and reaching out his nose to snuffle and nuzzle a happily giggling and almost squealing Robu.

That is not an animal.

The Historitor frowns, while he knows these videos are little snippets into the lives of Robu and his parents, part of him wonders why his parents are so comfortable with him being around wild animals so much.

It's shadow casts something far larger than what it looks like currently.

"Oh! He breathin'!" Robu says with a laugh as he babbles some nonsense at the seal who keeps coming closer to nuzzle the boy.

Don't let it him get so close!

"Don't let the seal get on top of you, star child," His father's voice comes from behind the camera fully.

"Yes papa!" Robu trills adoringly up at his father as he gently pets the seal.

[soshiharin]

better than this world tour: brescia

SETLIST

STYLING

CELEBS IN ATTENDANCE

— lee dongwook

— beatrice vendramin

— maximilian davis

— paolo bulgari

HIGHLIGHTS

— the blazer is back everyone

— such a lovely outfit

— harin: hi everyone, i’m harin and we will spend the next two hours together

— 240419 love me like was an experience

— like you had to be there because the videos just dont compare

— and pporappippam the people’s princess

— everybody raise a glass for i got lucky

— waiting for you now nunbusin bamiya *wendy williams dancing gif*

— and dangerous woman ocf 💅

— YOU BETTER LOVE A GIRL RIGHT ‘CAUSE YOU BOUND TO LOVE HER LOVE

— language you are so loved

— don’t get me started on breathin’ bcs the vocals slayed houses and boots down

— she covered ho capito che ti amo by luigi tenco (she may or may not have been staring at a special someone during the song🤭)

— “i hope you enjoyed today, goodbye”

©️ jang harin

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 29- Personal Trainer?

Chapter Summary: BTS and Jen promote their new album Dark & Wild. Jungkook invites Jen to work out with him.

Words: 3,000+

Genre: Jennie and Jungkook fluff at the end! JenKook! 

Author's Note: Skipping the War of Hormone song (One of my all time favorite eras) during the Melon Premiere showcase was intentional. You'll see it in more detail in next chapter

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Back in Korea, BTS and Jen were on set to film Danger. For the music video, Jen wore shredded black jeans with a spiked leather jacket. The side of her hair was braided and the rest was out, in curls.

Playing around with the bat in her hands, she grinned at the Bangtan Bomb camera. "I got a bat! I'm bout to kick someone's ass!"

"Oh dear. Jennie's about to get angry. This is going to be funny!" J-Hope stood next to her, avoiding her playful attempts to hit him.

For the beginning scenes with J-Hope dancing, Suga playing basketball, Jimin punching the punching bag, Jungkook playing the piano, V against the mirror with scissors, Rap Monster sitting at a table and Jin walking around, it was Jennie's turn to film her opening scene.

With the piano playing in the background, the director advised her to look upset. With his vague orders, she decided to improvise.

"Action!"

Exhaling sharply, she slowly walked around with the bat on her shoulder. The cameras filmed her from every angle. Looking at her phone, she tossed it aside in frustration. Removing the bat from her shoulder, she swung it at the glass picture frames.

The frames flew off the table, shattering on the ground. Improvising, she decided to kick the table, knocking it down with a booming crash sound. After her deed was done, she dropped the bat, strolling away with the camera following her from behind.

"Good!"

She heard the director praise. A smile came across her lips as she bowed. 

"That was stress relieving. Can I do that again?"

"Stress relieving? That was scary!" J-Hope grabbed onto her, shaking her for dear life.

"Was that what that was?" Suga approached the set. "I was taking a nap and then I heard a crashing sound."

Later, while the rest of the guys were filming their individual parts, Jennie was getting her makeup done, having tear stained makeup near her eyes. 

"Haha, I look terrible. They did a great job with the makeup, it looks so real." She let the Bangtan Bomb camera take a closer look.

Walking back to the set, her surroundings resemble a bedroom. She sat down at the vanity as the cameras filmed her. Her curly hair is disheveled, as she glared at her appearance, in the mirror.

"I need more frustration, Jennie. How about you break the mirror?" The director suggested.

It was sugar glass, she would be fine.

Once they started filming again, a disgruntled Bangtan Girl slammed her hands on the table.

"Whoa! Who pissed her off!" Jimin watched on while J-Hope looked on, frightened at her expression change.

J-Hope murmured nervously, "I hope she never looks at me, like that."

Banging her fist against the mirror, Jen broke the glass. Standing up abruptly, she destroyed the vanity, tossing the chair against the wall and pulling down the vanity, onto the floor.

The next shot she was filmed was at the subway as she leaned against one of the poles. With the song blaring out in the background, she laughed sarcastically, just like in her verse.

"Okay, okay...now you're starting to piss me off..." She spoke with an annoyed expression at the camera. "You done talking? It's my turn to speak. Let me run it down for you boy, let's walk for a minute." She motioned the camera to follow her.

With a fan blowing at her, making her hair flow, she fiercely stares at the camera, starting to lip sync,

I'm in danger, huh?

I'm confusin, huh?

I'm testin' you?

In pain because of me?

I'm driving you crazy? It's the other way around

"The constant questions are dragging me down. Can't do anything with you breathin' down my neck. What the heck!" She pulled at her hair, looking exasperated. "I've had it up to here! My patience is thinning. It wouldn't be wise to keep this up. I highly recommend you Back up." She sized up the camera, shoving it away.

"She's improving, taking things more seriously." Rap Monster watched on, talking to the Bangtan Bomb camera. "I'm a proud leader, watching her grow."

"I'm a cutie but don't get it twisted. I'm not playing this he said/she said game anymore. I can't have time to myself? With my girls? With the fam? 30 missed calls. 25 messages. Enough is enough. Stop blowin' up my phone!" She tossed her phone away in frustration.

"Keep this up, what we have is gonna end." She made a slicing motion to her neck. "Keep giving me all types of warnings but I'm callin' your bluff. What are you gonna do to me?" She extended her arms out, awaiting what's the come.

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'Melon Premiere Showcase'

"The first full-length album contains 14 songs. Please tell us a little bit about the album." The MC asked.

"It's our first full-length album since our debut two years ago, finally." Rap Monster answered to loud cheers. "We participated in the producing so it shows more of our color and how our music has matured."

"I see, you said your music has matured. It's time to hear about these 14 mature songs. All of them are new, right?"

"Yes, the first track is called Intro:What am I to you?" J-Hope mentioned and had some funny banter with Rapmon

"Our next song is Let Me Know which was pre-released, recently," Suga spoke as part of the song played. "When we pre-released this song, it was a supermoon day. And it rained a little so the weather fit the song very well. This song is kind of different. You might think, 'BTS can do this

kind of music, too?' it's an honor we got to let you hear it early."

"Let Me Know is Suga's work, he produced it. He also directed all our vocals for the song and directed Jennie's guitar playing for the song." Jin added

"Would you say Suga is a musical genius?" The MC asked Rapmon. The crowd began to chant yes.

"Well, we're on air live so you can't lie. If we weren't live I would say that I am but I'm not." Suga answered.

"I have no idea how many ears are listening." Rapmon laughed

"I'm no genius, folks."

When requested to sing Let Me Know, the members get in position. Jen stood with the vocal line, in between Jungkook and Jimin. Standing in front of the mic and stand, the lights were faded. A bright light landed on V, while the rest of the members stood in the dark.

With her guitar in her hands, Jen slowly played the notes, maintaining a smooth sound for the song.

mamuri doen i seonyul wieseo

na hollo beotigo isseo

ijen naege malhaejwo

kkeutnatdan geol LET ME KNOW

sungandanwiro nungaen

ttukttukttuk biga goyeo (nega goyeo)

nega goyeo

summan swieodo nega boyeo

sarangeun beotkkoccheoreom

pyeotdaga swipge jineun ge matnabwa

kkumkkuneun geotcheoreom urin bulkkoccheoreom

tatdaga jaeman namge dwaetjanha

ara nega ilbangjeogeuro naerin gyeollon

ne son ne mom jeokdoboda tteugeowotdeon

neoui ongijocha sarajin seonyurwieseo

nan gyesokhaeseo jejari dodoripyo

machimpyo geueojin akbowie na hollo dolgo isseo

mamuri doen i seonyul wieseo

na hollo beotigo isseo

ijen naege malhaejwo

kkeutnatdan geol LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

imi da kkeutnan geon algo itjiman

miryeonirado namji ankeman

GIRL LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

mworado malhaejwo

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW

miryeoni machimpyo apeseo beotigo isseo

geureoni mworado naege malhaejwo

GIRL LET ME KNOW

hamkkehan dajim eodiro

sigangwa hamkke sarajigo

ibyeorui hime muneojin domino

machi julliet & romio

neomu tteugeopge neol johahangeonji

neowa nae ongiga an sikhyeojiji

ijewa dorikyeo neowaui pilleum

oh I gotta need a ne saenggakgwa

jigeum neon naui bamui byeoreul gajyeoga

najui haereul gajyeoga

gyeolguk nameun geon hana

chan gureume eoduumman

geurae mannamdo isseumyeon

heeojimdo isseul georaneun beop

"Never ever." She harmonized with J-Hope.

geuge museun beobideun eogigo sipeo

seuseuro oemyeon

neoege choemyeon

mamuri doen i seonyul wieseo

na hollo beotigo isseo

ijen naege malhaejwo

kkeutnatdan geol LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

imi da kkeutnan geon algo itjiman

miryeonirado namji ankeman

GIRL LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

mworado malhaejwo

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW

miryeoni machimpyo apeseo beotigo isseo

geureoni mworado naege malhaejwo

GIRL LET ME KNOW

With the light shining on her, she looked up and began to sing.

I see right through him; those fake smiles are so obvious

Never seen him like this before, I feel so helpless

He tells me he's all right but I can tell he's hurting

Girl, do you have any idea what you've done?

Why won't you tell him anything when you know it's over?

What you're doing is not right, he don't deserve this

Just tell him so the suffering can end

So, he can be happy

So, I can see that smile on his face once more

As the light fades down on her, V sang,

mamuri doen i seonyul wieseo

na hollo beotigo isseo

ijen naege malhaejwo

kkeutnatdan geol LET ME KNOW

With the light shining on her again, she strummed along on her guitar while singing the chorus.

Girl let him know

Girl let him know

Although you already know everything is over

Although you're over him

Girl let him know

Girl let him know

Girl let him know

Tell him something

He just wanna know

Know know

He just wanna know

Know know

His lingering feelings are trying to withstand the end

So please tell him something

Girl let him know!

eojjeom urin da babo meongcheongiilji molla

imi da kkeutnan sarang hanajjeum ango saljanha

mami inneun geon anya

doel su eopdan geotdo ara

geunde gakkeumssik chwihan deusi wae

chehan deusi dasi

meorissogeseo teojilgeotcheoreom ulkeok ollawa

nal tohage mandeune

sangsangsogeseo neowa ssaugowa

hwahaehago neol ihaehae

ne sonjit ne nunbit

huimihande wae sarajijin anheulkka

sarajijin anheulkka wae

sarajijin anheulkka wae

sarajijin anheulkka

GIRL LET ME KNOW GIRL LET ME KNOW

imi da kkeutnan geon algo itjiman

miryeonirado namji ankeman

GIRL LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

mworado malhaejwo

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW

(know, I just wanna know~)

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW (know~)

miryeoni machimpyo apeseo beotigo isseo

geureoni mworado naege malhaejwo

GIRL LET ME KNOW

(LET ME KNOW)

After playing the last chords, Jen felt accomplished for playing it successfully for their performance.

"Great job." Namjoon patted her on the back.

"Our title song, Danger, is actually connected to Boy in Luv." Jin explained. "So, in Boy in Luv, we make it clear that we'd like to be your oppa, your man, so after that, we made it happen, we start dating but it feels like we're the only ones in love. The girl doesn't seem like she's loving me back. So, we figure we better warn her that this relationship is in danger. That's why the title is danger."

"Danger! This is also where the girl is pissed at the guy!" Jen added. "Danger is an intense song. I believe it's aggressive, don't you agree?" She looked at the members, who nodded in agreement.

"We worked really, really hard on this album. So, all the songs, but all 14 have our souls melted into them." Rap Monster pointed out. "Please listen to the whole album. This is Dark & Wild, BTS."

You in danger

You in danger

You in danger

You in danger

maennal ireon shik

neoneun neo naneun na neoye gongshik

haendeuponeun jangshik

na namchini matgin hani? I'm sick

wae sukjecheoreom pyohyeondeureul mirweo

uri museun Business? anim naega shireo?

deong deong digi deong deong

jom salgaweojeora oneuldo tto jumuneul bireo

urin pyeonghaengseon

gateun goseul bojiman neom dareuji

nan neobakke eomneunde

wae neo bakke inneun geonman gateunji

kkonghamyeon neon mureo "ppicheonni?"

nal ppichige haetteon jeogina isseonni?

neon gwiyomi nan jimonmi

saenggigil niga deo saranghaneun gijeogi

neon naega eomneunde nan neoro gadeukae

michil geot gata Whoa whoa

geunde wae ireoneunde wae babol mandeureo

na ije gyeonggohae hetgallige haji ma

jangnanhae neo? dodaeche naega mweoya?

manmanhae Uh? nal gatgo noneun geoya?

neo jigeum wiheomhae wae nareul shiheomhae?

wae nareul shiheomhae? hetgallige haji ma

jangnanhae neo? dodaeche naega mweoya?

manmanhae Uh? nal gatgo noneun geoya?

neo jigeum wiheomhae wae nareul shiheomhae?

wae nareul shiheomhae? hetgallige haji ma

neo ttaeme neomu apa

neo ttaeme neomu apa

neo ttaeme neomu apa

hetgallige haji ma

neo naege neomu nappa

neo naege neomu nappa

neo naege neomu nappa

hetgallige haji ma

Letting out a low sarcastic laugh, Jen shook her head, making her way to the middle. The guys stare at her with angry expressions. Waving their angry looks away with her hand, she spoke, "Okay, okay..." She angrily turned to them. With a hard tone, she snapped, "Now you're startin' to piss me off."

"You done talking?" She raised a brow. "It's my turn to speak. Let me run it down for you, boy, let's walk for a minute." She walked to the middle while they stood behind her. Leaning from side to side, she sang,

I'm in danger, huh?

I'm confusin, huh?

I'm testin' you?

In pain because of me?

I'm driving you crazy? It's the other way around

Getting her arms held back by J-Hope and V, she leaned back.

The constant questions are dragging me down

Can't do anything with you breathin' down my neck

She escaped their hold, shoving them both away. Running her hands through her hair, she continued her verse.

What the heck!

I've had it up to here!

My patience is thinning

It wouldn't be wise to keep this up.

I highly recommend you Back up

The boys jumped back like they were pushed by her. Walking forward, Jimin stood face to face with her, crossing his arms, while she pointed at him.

I'm a cutie but don't get it twisted

I'm not playing this he said/she said game anymore

I can't have time to myself? With my girls? With the fam?

30 missed calls

25 messages

Enough is enough

Stop blowin' up my phone!

Keep this up, what we have is gonna end

Keep giving me all types of warnings but I'm callin' your bluff

What are you gonna do to me?

She shoved him back, getting into the next dance position as they successfully continued the song.

------

The next day, during the afternoon, Jen came back from the kitchen after doing the dishes, to see her phone blowing up. Picking it up, the texts were revealed to be from Jungkook as she let out a soft laugh

JK: Wanna work out with me? [3:11 pm]

JK: pleassseeee? [3:16 pm]

JK: i have smarties [3:16 pm]

JK: Jennieeeeee [3:18 pm]

Jen: WOW!! you're gonna bribe me with smarties? [3:20 pm]

JK: Is it working? [3:20 pm]

Pondering about the last text, she let out a sigh. Working out sounded like fun since she did want to start getting abs and tone up. And being with him would even be more entertaining.

Jen: ....yes [3:21 pm]

JK: so that means you'll come to the gym with me? [3:21 pm]

Jen: Fine. I'll go [3:22 pm]

JK: woo hoooo! I'll be back at the dorm in 20 minutes! Be ready! [3:22 pm]

Putting on black gym pants, a bright green sports bra and loose white tank with her Nikes, Jen chilled on her bed until it was time to go.

"Hey! You all set?" She heard a cheerful voice as she looked up to see Jungkook wearing a white loose muscle shirt and black shorts.

"Let's roll!"

When they arrived at the gym, there weren't a lot of people there, so they agreed to take advantage of using all the equipment, they could. Before working out, they take a quick selfie, throwing up peace signs.

Jen posted it on their Twitter, tweeting, 'Gym day! Road to abs here I come! Stay cool ARMYs! It's hot outside. #Jen'

ARMYs, being sharp, noticed that Jen and Jungkook were wearing similar rings and caused speculation.

'Do you guys notice that they're wearing the same rings?'

'So what if they are! They're best friends! Friends wear things like that'

'Why are they wearing the same ring!?'

'I like their rings! It's cute!'

'If they're dating, I ship them. Is that wrong? They look cute!'

'How do you know if they're just best friends? They could be dating!'

'Guy and a girl take a selfie, then they're automatically dating? I see how this goes.'

'Friends wear friendship rings!'

'Oh my God, just leave them alone!'

'But Jungkook is always so happy around her!'

'Because Jennie makes him happy! That's what friends do! Make each other happy! Dating or not, I'm happy that Jungkook is happy'

'Um, boys can be friends with girls too! She's friends with all the members, obviously. What's the problem?'

'I want evidence and proof that they're dating! Not speculation!'

'Guys, Jennie confirmed at KCON that they're best friends and they wear friendship rings!'

'Yeah! Jungkook was the one who gave her the rings in the first place!'

'There! Now stop harassing her! Leave munchkin alone!'

'She's so lucky...I wish I had a best friend like Jungkook.'

'Leave the girl alone! She told me at KCON she's not ready to date at her age, anyway!'

'We'll see when she gets older!'

'Jennie told me she's too busy for dating at the moment, at KCON! No one's dating each other'

'I wish I could be Jennie's best friend! I bet she's fun to be around. She's so kind.'

'So they're not dating??'

'Ahhh but she's dating Jimin! JenMin shippers where ya'll at!?'

'I seriously thought she was dating Jimin tho! What's going on??'

'Did I miss something???'

'Um, no! NamJen is better!'

'I honestly prefer her with Jin.'

'If it had to be any member she would date, I have my eyes set on her dating Tae! Taennie FTW!'

'Are we really shipping her with the members, right now? No one is dating!'

'Yet!'

After stretching, Jungkook went right into his workout, while Jen looked around, wondering what she should do first. Deciding to pick up a random dumbbell that she assumed she could pick up, she groaned and dropped it down.

"Too heavy...ugh, I can't do this."

"Yes, you can. I'll guide you."

She heard Jungkook say from behind. She turned around to see him picking up the weight and placing it back on the rack.

"Jungkook, the personal trainer." She let out a chuckle.

"I can be if you want."

"Huh? Oh, I was just joking. Don't worry about it." She waved his suggestion away.

"I wasn't joking." He clarified. "I don't mind being your workout buddy."

Taking in his request with consideration, she returned his smile. "Hm...'ight let's continue, shall we?"

"Let's start with the small weights and work our way up, okay?" He handed her a set of small dumbbells. "Follow me." He walked over to a vacant area, where they could work. He demonstrated with the large weights, flexing his arms, up and down with the weights.

She immediately felt the burn as she continued to mirror his movement. Meanwhile, Jungkook monitored her actions, nodding in approval as he continued.

"Jeez, just how strong are you?" She exclaimed after they finished.

"I can show you." He set the weights down. "Lay against my back while I do pushups." He kneeled on the ground and positioned himself in a pushup.

Reluctance in her voice, she shook her head, "I might be too heavy for you, Kook."

"Try me."

"If you fall down, I'll laugh." She laid against his back while he didn't feel phased. Back to back, looking up at the ceiling, she felt herself moving up and down. "The hell? H-HOW!?" She shouted as he continued easily going up and down with her weight.

Letting out a laugh, he continued his set of pushups. After he was done, she got off him, still mind-bogged.

Arching a brow, with a smirk across his face, Jungkook asked, "Impressed?"

"Are you human?" She joked.

"I think so." He let out another laugh. "Let's do some sit ups. I'll guide you."

"How many are we doing?"

"Three sets of 25." He holds down her feet while she lays on the ground.

"I'm bout to die today, Lord..."

"If you successfully do each set, I'll give you one smartie."

"Bribing me with smarties, again? Fine. I'll do it. But only one though?"

"One pack then,"

"Sounds like a plan,"

With Jungkook counting her sit ups, she sat up and down, inhaling and exhaling. She felt the burn and tightness in her stomach as she continued. Every time she sat up, she was met by Jungkook's bunny smile as he watched her.

Her efforts were rewarded after she earned a pack of smarties, just like he said. Walking up to the chin up bar, he let her stand on a chair to lift herself up as her chin was over the bar. When he removed the chair, she tried to stay in the position. Her arms were wobbly and only lasted 15 seconds when she let go.

"Ow..." She rubbed her arms.

"You'll last longer, trust me. Let's start doing lift ups." He demonstrated it, pulling himself up and down with ease. "I want you to do ten, for now."

"I'll try my best."

Gripping on the bar, she let out a soft grunt as she slowly lifted herself up.

"I got you." His warm, large hands were placed on her hips, holding her in place as she held on to the bar. He guided her up and down, three times before letting her go, so she could continue her own.

After the difficult, yet motivating workout session with Jungkook, Jen caught her breath, drenched in sweat as she laid on her back. Her chest rose up and down at a rapid rate, clearly exhausted. Jungkook, sweating, just as much as her, only panted slowly, used to working out.

"Please tell me we're done." He heard her gasp out. 

He let out a quiet laugh and got on his feet. She grabbed his warm hand to help her up. 

"Our workout is complete, Miss Bangtan. Congratulations, you survived!"

"Thank God...thank you. I know I'm going to be sore tomorrow, thanks to you."

"No pain, no gain?" He grinned sheepishly.

Making their way outside, Jen took baby steps, thanks to the soreness of her legs. "My legs feel like jelly."

"You'll get used to it. Get on my back. I'll give you a piggyback ride, to the dorm."

"You sure? I'm sweaty." She gestured to her body.

"So am I. You're tired. I don't mind." He simply replied as he kneeled. She obliged, wrapping her arms around his neck. He stood up and put his arms under her legs, to hold her.

"Am I heavy?" She questioned as he began walking in the direction of the dorm.

"Nah, you're easy to carry."

"Am I?" She raised a brow. "Well, if that's the case, maybe I should get piggyback rides, more often."

Smiling to himself, he murmured, "I don't mind."

"For real?"

"It'll cost you."

She heard the grin in his voice. "All right, Kookie. How should I repay you?"

"I'll think about it and let you know."

"Well, in the meantime..." She decided to lean forward and kiss his cheek.

As soon as he felt her soft, thick lips on the side of his face, he felt his heart flutter. Her kiss took him by surprise, flustering him as he looked ahead, feeling shy.

Attempting to get over the shock, walking on, he realized how nice her kiss felt against his cheek as a shy grin appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Kookie. You're always so good to me." He heard her mumble against him. She hugged him tighter, getting comfortable as she dozed off, against his back.

Genuinely pleased, he whispered, "Anything for you."

[sweeteneroutnow]

the sweetener era ☁️🫧

breathin - no tears left to cry - god is a woman music videos

[phantomfelinepaws]

Kendrick after b3@ting drake's ASS in Meet The Grahams: this nigga still breathin? "Well i mean... technically but i don't think he gon make it Kendrick: I'ma hit him again "Kendrick, you ain't gotta do all that!" Kendrick: I'ma k*ll this nigga d3@d Me *Vibin/stimmin along to Not Like Us* : This shit GO HARD

but fr, Kendrick, to me, is the GREATEST songwriter in Hip-hop, at least in my recent memory (tho I did JUST start listening to rap intently ab a year and a half ago)

drake is a weirdo bitch. like fr. nigga got nothin but weirdos around him n on his payroll.

I never liked drake. i had NEVER purposly listened to a drake song until Kendrick dropped Meet the Grahams + Not Like Us.

The Kendrick v drake beef is my newest SPIN (It started as a Hyperfixation but now it ALL I think ab an watch videos on lol)

if ny1 wants to hear my thoughts, PLEASE lmk and I will continue working on the sorta essay I'm writing ab this beef and all the songs taking shots at each other! i am NOT versed in Hip-hop culture AT all, so please dont be meannnn TToTT

[wanderlustmagician]

So I watched a video of someone harvesting their medicinal herbs earlier and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how in Cataclysmic, Twi will have a medicinal herb garden and Legend will probably be super interested in the properties of them…

And well in the video, the gardener was went over Horehound and its properties… which bore this conversation between aforementioned boys;

Gold tipped, blackened fingertips tapped the label of one of the drawers, the writing on the paper was a looping scrawl. “This,” echoed the Apothecary’s voice, “is good for muscle spasms, cramps, breathin’ issues, and sore throats.”

The other boy hummed, pushing back pink tinged hair to look closer at the drawer. “What’s it called?”

“Horehound.”

“We should be plenty stocked up on that then,” the Crystal witch grins up at the other. “You should supply us with enough of that.”

“That’s all them and you know it!”

The angry, embarrassed flush that crawled over the other’s face was well worth the chores he had to as penance.

[supernovagifs]

Aʀɪᴀɴᴀ Gʀᴀɴᴅᴇ - Bʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴ' | 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾

[yeonzzzn]

HAVE U SEEN ENHYPEN'S PICTURES AND VIDEOS FROM THE WWVERSE CONN?!?! LIKE THEY R LITERALLY JUST THERE DANCIN AND BREATHIN BUT KSKSLS THEY MAKE ME ACT LIKE A TOTAL LOSER 😫

OH HAVE I SEEN THEM?!? YOU SHOULD SEE HOW MT CAMERA ROLL LOOKS RN LIKE JEEZ😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 THEY KILLED ME.

[apexious]

lil oneshot I've been working on

@anja-the-sane-sibling let me use her prompt and came up with the title, so make sure to check out her works too! (altho if you haven't already, where have you been??)

[maddiem4-writes]

Exit Music (for a Sunrise)

This is a short story I wrote because I was feeling inspired by Spooky Season and a Veritasium video. It involves unique vampire lore and self-destructively horny characters, and I'll probably eventually write an explicitly explicit sequel.

Close your eyes, smell the pine forest and chlorine, hear the hum of an ice machine faintly down the hallway, and then...

"It's the acidity, that's the stupid thing."

I glanced dozily over at the boy sitting next to me. I wasn't entirely sure if I could feel his pulse pushing back against mine. The short length of aquarium tubing between us was a much darker red than I would have imagined, and I felt just fine.

He pointed at his neck, in two places, symmetrical on either side, and continued. "Your carotid forks like a wishbone on either side. And there's a little bit in the fork, that tells you if your blood is acidic. That's what tells you when to breathe."

"Really?" I smiled warmly. "What's acidity got to do with breathing?"

He smiled too, but his eyes were on the horizon. There was a thinness in his expression, an old pain. I felt my heart leap for him in that moment. I don't know why. "Acidity's got everything to do with breathing, especially the yearning for it. You've felt the need to breathe before, haven't you? The desperation that comes from being denied air?"

I shrugged, a little put off by the question. "Yeah. Obviously. I'm alive, aren't I?"

He chuckled. "Obviously. Silly question. It's been awhile for me." I wondered what he meant by that, and waited for him to explain, but he was determined to get back to his original topic. "You can't really feel low oxygen. And you can't really feel high carbon dioxide… directly. But carbon dioxide, it makes your blood sour. Those little bits in your neck, they tell you that your blood is sour, which means you probably have high carbon dioxide, which means you probably have low oxygen too. Sour blood means you need, more than anything in the world, to breathe."

"Really?" I stared off into the orange-ripple sky, wondering if he was seeing something particular in the clouds, or the skyline. The night air was cool on my skin, but by now I'd warmed the concrete of the balcony, at least the parts I was touching. It felt a little less warm now than I vaguely remembered it feeling half an hour ago. It was beautiful out there in the expanse of the world, and complicated, and so was he. I turned to him, and pointed down at the tubes. "Am I sour?"

He turned to me, and his short sandy hair rustled in the breeze. His lips were turned up in a grin, and he held a finger up, gesturing. From inside the hotel room, Thom Yorke's voice rang in sweet, distant echos from the FM radio. Pleading, crooning:

Breathe…. keep breathin'….

The boy tapped his finger in the air to seal the moment. "No. Not sour at all."

I relaxed a little further, cozy in my spot. "Cool."

His brow furrowed then. "I'm sorry about this, by the way. Either way it goes."

The wind opened up the neck of my shirt a little further, and I didn't mind, but I wished so badly it would do the same favor for him. I laughed, I honestly laughed. "Well, what are the ways it could go? Sounds like there's just two of 'em."

He just stared at his palm, the gorgeous hand which flowed in clean lines upwards to the softly sculpted arm that had the needle stuck into it. He didn't answer my question, he just said, "You probably think I'm unfathomably selfish, don't you?"

I shook my head. "Why would I?"

He looked at me fiercely then. "Because I do." And there was a razor buried in his voice, a fresh fire in his eyes like I'd never seen. "Because I'm trying to convince myself desperately that I'm not, that I don't have choices, and really, do I? When it's like this, when the price is this high to simply be?"

I wasn't sure what to say to that. So I said nothing, and he continued, gathering terrible momentum.

"It would be easier if I could pretend what so many of us pretend. A divide between the divinely ordained race, and the livestock. There's certainly a host of fucking incentives to believe that. But it's a house of cards. It falls apart when you can talk to the cattle, and they're just like you, except.. briefer. And you were like them once - even if it feels more like a story than a memory anymore - it happened, and you can't escape knowing that."

I leaned toward him, careful of the needle in my arm. "You say a lot of words to dance around what you mean, Conrad."

His expression softened. "There are more than two options, actually."

The trees were visible several stories below us, and stretching out for acres. Just barely visible, mind you, but a texture of the world painted in moon-grey tinsel. The birds were beginning to wake now. I asked him, gently, silently. Insistently. I asked without words.

He hesitated. "I'm… deciding."

I sighed, peeved.

He looked me up and down. "You could live forever, you know. If you don't mind the dark."

I scooted closer to him, and it was harder than I expected. My muscles were heavy. I didn't care, and I kissed him. "The dark's not so bad. But your voice has a catch in it, something darker than that. I want to know what it is."

He took my hand, put it on his chest. I steadied my heart - I had to. He was looking at me earnestly, and I matched him. "Do you feel it?"

Breathe…. keep breathin'….

The rising, the falling. "Yes."

"I still do that. It'll buy me about a week. But it won't last. Blood breaks down, it gets sour, and I'll feel like I'm drowning… all the time."

I nodded. My mind was starting to feel clear, even as my body as getting heavier. "You're deciding whether to put me through the same wringer, aren't you? Forever, but with an asterisk."

He nodded back, eyes serious as Sunday service. "It's one of the options. And it's a big asterisk. But it's bad to be alone like this. You don't die, but it's hard to find fresh blood when you can't function, and you can't function without fresh blood." He cupped my face in his hand. "I've been alone for ten months, Elizabeth. A blink in my lifespan, and I can't count the times I've nearly spiraled into helplessness and suffering in that time. It's the longest blink I've ever endured. We're not meant to be alone."

I smiled at him. "I've loved other men. Gone on a NyQuil run here and there. Sounds like the same thing, just with higher stakes."

He winced theatrically, barely containing a giggle. "Oh, don't talk stakes to me!"

His hair felt so soft as I twirled it in my fingers. "You're an idiot, Conrad. But I don't mind it."

He stared into me, warm and kind. I was starting to feel a bit cold in the morning chill myself. "I really could. I really could do it." The last vestige of my glass of wine was in his voice, and it sounded like spun gold.

I kissed him again. "Call that Plan A. And the other options?"

"Cheeky!" The smile lasted for a moment, then faded, and he was looking through me. His voice resumed hollowly. "The next option is to just drain you. You know that's on the table."

"Walk the earth alone? Take your chances with that vicious cycle of yours?"

He raised his eyebrows at me. "That's a remarkably selfless way to talk about the consequences of dying tonight."

"I won't." I winked at him. "You need me and we both know it."

He rolled his eyes. A little of the morning light - indirect and pale, but with the promise of a turmeric sunrise - was beginning to dance through his hair. "I told you, I lived ten months without you so far."

"Oh, I know." I poked his nose with my finger. "I heard you describe it. Good luck with month eleven, sounds like real glory days for you. Lap of luxury, through and through."

"It's not a kindness to put you through that."

"Then don't." I traced my fingers up his bare leg, towards the cuff of his long-dry swim trunks. "Take me with you. You said it yourself, we're not meant to be alone."

He stopped my fingers with his, gently. Sadly.

"There's a third option."

He stared off into the horizon, but I stared upwards at the wall of the hotel. The rising sun was already peeking over the forest-covered hillside at the cold stucco of the upper floors. The curtain of light would find its way down the wall to us in a few minutes. In these hours at the open and close of day, the sun is at such an oblique angle that, if you watch carefully, you can see the borders of shadow moving moment by moment. It still doesn't seem quick, and yet if you take your attention away for what seems like no time at all, it creeps up on you with a ferocious and unwavering pace.

That is what made me feel truly cold.

"You wouldn't," I said, with none of my previous confidence.

He stared off at the hillside, wind rustling his teal polo shirt, saying nothing.

"You wouldn't."

He opened his mouth, idly stroking one of his fangs with his finger. "Did you wonder why I didn't use these?"

I gulped. "Because it's hard to talk while drinking?"

"We don't drink it. Our fangs are… highly vascularized. What good would blood do in our stomachs? We don't drink, we drain. That doesn't make talking hard, it makes it impossible." He turned to look at me again, a weariness in his gorgeous shoulders that I could barely stand to witness. "And I sorely needed to talk with you tonight."

I felt a hot tear run down my cheek. "Before you go?"

"In case I decided to."

"It doesn't have to be like this."

"It's been a long ten months, Elizabeth."

"The next ten don't have to be. They could go by like nothing at all. You and me."

"And the trail of bodies we'd leave behind together."

"God dammit, Conrad!" I shouted, suddenly impatient and furious and terrified. "Don't do this to me. Not now."

You can laugh…

He smiled at me, transparent in a way I'd not seen him before, old inside and visible and vulnerable. He was pink and warm, and if anyone had seen us, they would have guessed wrong which of us was a vampire. Pink and warm and tired. "I asked you, when we met, what you'd do if you only had one night left on earth…"

… your spineless laugh…

I couldn't even raise my arms anymore, but my hand was clenched in a fist by my side. "You fucking bastard."

We hope your rules and wisdom…

He looked up at the sky, its stars stolen by clouds and the rising dawn. "And we did it, you know! We actually fucking did it."

… choke…

I felt lightheaded. I looked up again, and the light was beginning to glare off the frame of our room's sliding glass door, the top edge.

… you….

What they don't tell you about exsanguination is that it feels a lot like not being able to breathe.

He held my hand, and stared into my fading vision. "I'm so grateful to you, Elizabeth Maroney. And you've helped me decide, at the eleventh hour. Down to the fucking wire."

… Now, we are one…

He unstuck the needle from his arm, and started for the sliding glass door, which was still open. "I'll never forget you, Lizzy. Sorry it wasn't Plan A."

And then he fell like a mailbox making the unfortunate acquaintance of a vehicle-speed baseball bat.

… In everlasting peace…

My hand was clamped down hard on the tubing. I don't think I could have let go anymore if I wanted to. "Fuck you, Conrad."

He stared down at the noose of deep-red tubing around his ankle, yanked into an impenetrable knot by his resistance against it. I guess he never felt me wrap it around him when I was teasing his leg.

… We hope…

He stared at me, dumbfounded. "Lizzy, what did you do?"

… that you choke….

"Insurance."

… that you choke.

The blaze of the sun was upon us, and I realized one last time that I finally felt warm again. I was distantly aware that he was struggling with the tube around his ankle, and then with my hand, beating me, screaming in panic.

We hope… that you choke…

The sun was so warm.

… that you choke.

Let there be no mystery about how I died. February 4th, 1996, exsanguinated next to a severely burnt corpse. His name was Conrad. And my name, the last goddamn word he screamed out of that pretty little throat, was Elizabeth.

[baeddelicto]

what's the issue with that opioid od info video? is it inaccurate?

Its been a year or 2 since ive dealt w an od so im alil rusty but this just kinda sux on multiple levels the first thing is dont call 911 or if, if you do say a person is having trouble breathing dont mention drugs and tell every1 around u your calling 911 and that cops might/will be here soon(dependent on how dispatch works and how many of ur local emts are cops). Also in most cases of od that iv interacted w/ heard of if u narcan sum1 they r v likely 2 become sumwut cognisent then u can ask if they wanna call sum1 including if thy wanna call an ambulance if u can nd thy consent try n monitor them bc they can go back under dependn on dose nd u might need to do it again.

Sternum rubs suck end of. If your really unsure i gues i get using it but most ppl i knw do the nailbed thing after u talk loud/yell and after you nudge/shake shoulder where u place the middle of a pen acrpss someons nailbed nd squeeze it and the finger hard together.

The pupil thing feels misleading to me mostly bc pupils dont dialate when exposed to light. Nd idk usu its obvi if thr just shot up but yah u can check if thr pupils are pin point but im p sure most unconcus eyes will turn to pinpoionts if u shin a light n them

I mean like just do abcs(airway breathin circul8n) like open thr mouth check 4 obstruction, listen or feel for ther breathing (placin hand close to nose/mouth) looking for chest rise can b deceptiv bc of woody chest which is a thng tht sumtims happens with fent whr the diaphram and ribs muscles get super rigid. look at thr skin is it pale/blue/grey.

if there not breathn enuf nd it seams to be bc of drugs narcan them and start rescue breaths. Stay with them monitor pulse dont stop doing rescue breaths til thr breathn on thr own or thr dead.

Like the primary thing that pisses me off about this is they dont say rescue breaths and they do say call 911.

[jadeleechisagoodboy]

Chapter 7 of the Jade x Yuu book 3 rewrite fic has been posted!

As always, here’s a little preview:

“So, let’s hear it. What were the terms of your deal, exactly?” Leona asked.

Yuu sighed. “I have to steal a photo from the Atlantica Memorial Museum, and give it to Azul before the sun sets on the third day after signing.”

A beat of silence passed.

“Damn… sucks to be you,” Ruggie said.

“Hey! We ain’t even gotten started yet! Don’t go jinxin’ us!” Grim shouted, finally joining the conversation.

“Isn’t the Atlantica Memorial Museum underwater? How are you gonna get there, brainiac?” The hyena beastman asked.

“Azul gave us water-breathin’ potions,” Grim said.

“No idea how well they work, though…” Jack added.

“If Azul gave ‘em to you, they probably work just fine,” Ruggie assured them. “He’s got his pride. I doubt he’d ever give someone a wonky potion.”

“I’d get the ball rollin’ now, if I were you,” Leona said. “Time is money, as they say.”

“Good call,” Jack agreed. “With only three days, we don’t have any leeway here.”

“I’m gonna grab Ace and Deuce!” Grim said, jumping up from his seat. “We gotta bring them along, too!”

Yuu shoved the last few bites of their food into their mouth, then got up to go retrieve the potions from the pile of their stuff in Leona’s room.

[bangtanhoneys]

Bangtan Sonyeondan: Love Yourself - Answer

Release date: August 24 2018

Lead singles: IDOL

The day after the release of the last album of the LOVE YOURSELF series, the first date of their long expected world tour began in Seoul. The album had already been recorded and when they weren’t filming comeback shows, RUN BTS or other things, they were prepping for the tour so it didn’t leave Grace time to really settle into the thought that this was the end of one era at least. 

It did bring her favourite song to perform, IDOL. And the remix with Nicki Minaj allowed Grace to show off her sub-rapping skills whenever they had to perform the remix version, with full support from Nicki Minaj herself. Once again, Grace left the boys to The Truth Untold with Steve Aoiki and participated in writing the lyrics for I’m Fine. She also had the worry of producing another solo track for the album, one that matched the others perfectly. 

It was during dance rehearsals for MIC DROP that the idea came to her - it was during this period she was going through a lot of self-doubt and she revealed in a V-LIVE with ARMY that she always experienced doubts and that Jungkook had told her to keep breathing, even though it was more in relation to her dancing, it stayed with her that she needed to keep breathing, keep going and to stay grounded in the now and not worry about the next day. 

BREATHIN’ in English/Korean became Grace’s solo for LOVE YOURSELF: ANSWER. A full English version was released for Grace’s second mixtape and the full Korean version was released for the music video that had been filmed. 

During this time as well, Grace had begun to get offers of collaborations from various other artists in Korean and America. She did a few with the time she had and it began a trend for her that whatever collab she was doing, she would wearing a hint of purple for ARMY/BTS so they were always with her. 

The clothing and makeup for this era were bright yet neutral, with hints of pink and warm colours. Her suit for IDOL had been specially made in England, with hints of the UK’s flag in the colours of her suit. It was also during this time that Hobi and Taehyung were involved in her tour costumes, adapting her versions of the boys outfits to be more suitable yet womanly. The opening suit for IDOL was to reflect ‘princely’ so they made Grace’s uniform slightly different - hers was more of a military styled jacket of black and gold, black sparkly pants with gold patterns and high heels to match. 

During the tour in the UK, especially during SO WHAT, she came out in denim shorts with a t-shirt with the UK flag. It did cause some controversy back in Korea about her heritage and whether she was a dual-citizen, whether she should have the right, even though she lived in South Korea since she was young and her birth had been legally registered in South Korea by her grandparents. 

FACTS:

In London, she did the opening introduction to herself and the boys

Various videos of her trying not to cry during the ARMY surprise at Wembley, many fans catching her hiding behind Namjoon to control her emotions

Did rip her pants on the IDOL set, which was only caught in the background

Had a traditional outfit made as well for IDOL which was then adapted for dancing