#bts eras

[shutupjanine]

BTS Eras: Chapter One

Inspired by Taylor Swift's Eras Tour poster

I'll share the full color versions in a separate post.

[flolvsbts7]

ARMYs... Ready for Bangtan to rise again? 😏

1.19.24 | Dark & Wild | Skool Luv Affair official album re-release!

PLs, buying links:

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👉We'll be funding US for Danger & Just One Day!

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[outromoony]

"I'm not like other girls." Well, that's good for you, but I am. I love reading books and fanfics. I love obsessing over fictional characters and screaming music at the top of my lungs. I love fangirling over celebrities and getting overly invested in ships that will never be canon. I cry over sad endings and laugh at memes no one else understands. I love getting way too excited over small things, daydreaming about impossible scenarios, and staying up late to finish just one more chapter. I love getting lost in fictional worlds, losing sleep over them, and rewatching my favorite shows a million times. I love spending hours scrolling through fan art and feeling alive through the stories, music, and love for people I will never meet. I love being like other girls.

[kimtaegis]

(be BTS' leader, they said...) it's gonna be great, they said.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the most beloved leader, KIM NAMJOON ♡ cr. jung-koook, 0613data

[dasisugarun]

he was such a businessman here, sometimes i forget that they are big figures in their company now and the ones who have employes 205 days before yoongi is back

[lovetales]

JIMIN ✾ BLOOMING

[4ktaylor]

UHD | Taylor Swift, BTS of The Eras Tour

[taylorlq]

the eras tour book - rehearsals and bts icons !!

[hitsdifferents]

[minthy]

The Star Sanses,

with the Map of the soul: 7 song that I think it fits with them, Because I miss 2019.

(forgot to post these doodles here, yay)

Persona: Swap.

"Actually I’m real good but a little uncomfortable,

I'm still not so sure if I'm a dog or a pig or what else,

But then other people come out and put the pearl necklace on me"

(Truth to be told, I have no idea what "swap sans" really is, He's just... well.. A swap, He doesn't even have a personality the silly, He just is there to fit for the plot of your AUs, heheh, Relatable)

Ego: Dream.

"I go back every day, To me of yesterday,

To the life of giving up, I let myself go away,

But in this world, you know, There are truths unchanged,

Time rushes ever forward, There's no ifs, buts, or maybes"

(I don't think he can get over what happened, his heart is big and his ego is bigger than to let him ask for guidance and support, man release us)

Shadow: Ink.

"I wondered everyday how far I'd go,

I came to my senses and I find myself here,

Yeah, hmm, shadow at my feet,

Look down, it's gotten even bigger"

(No matter how great high and mighty he's getting, the more the shadows of his past and constant need for stimulation are driving him to a point of despair and unsatisfaction, get a grip)

[namchyoon]

day 234/547 until joon returns

[also-web]

AMOR⠀DE⠀VERÃO;⠀ ⠀⠀(⠀항상⠀)⠀⠀⠀⠀MEMÓRIAS.⠀⠀⠀⠀♡⠀⠀⠀⠀제이

𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺 ⠀𝗊𝗎𝖾 ⠀𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺 ⠀𝖽𝖺⠀ 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺 ⠀𝖽𝗈𝗌⠀ 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗌 ⠀𝖾 ⠀𝗌𝖾⠀𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾⠀ 𝗋𝖺́𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖺

𝖾 ⠀𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾⠀ ⠀⠀🗒️⠀ ⠀⠀𝗽𝗮𝗶𝘅𝗮̃𝗼⠀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗮.⠀⠀⠀⠀널⠀⠀⠀⠀‘ 🍓⠀⠀⠀사랑해

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗅𝖾̀𝗏𝗋𝖾𝗌⠀⠀𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾

[flolvsbts7]

GLOBAL GOALS FOR BTS ERAS !!!!

[lovedrruunk]

'A Fresh Start 𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐[part iii]

Powder can't stop thinking about your earlier interactions and is sure she messed everything up. Except this time she has concepts of a plan to fix it. [Part ii]

She paced the cottage frantically, bare feet hitting the floor as her brain did that thing she always hated, spiraling. It had been about two days since you showed up at her doorstep and the memory of you kept replaying in her head like a broken record.

What the hell was she thinking slamming the door like that?

She rubbed her hands over her face, groaning into her palms. She hadn’t meant to freak out, it just… happened. The second she saw you standing there, all curious and determined to see her, her brain short circuited. It was like every part of her was yelling at her to run, and she did. In the lamest way possible.

She stopped pacing long enough to stare at the wooden door through her fingers. “I’m an idiot.” she muttered, her voice muffled by her palms. “She probably hates me now...”

That thought made her stomach twist.

And of course, because her brain loved to torment her, she started imagining you telling everyone in town how much of a freak she was. Powder groaned again for what felt like the 100th time this morning, flopping onto the worn couch and burying her face into a pillow.

She was sure she had just gone and confirmed every little stupid rumor whispered about her. Slammed the door like some recused lunatic incapable of normal human interaction. 

She didn’t deserve a second chance. She didn’t deserve you. But no matter how much she tried to tell herself to move on, to stay in her little bubble, to pack up and move to some other town, start all over again, she couldn’t fathom it. 

She thought about you a lot these past two days. About the way your face lit up when you saw her. About the way you sounded excited to talk to her

What if she’d hurt your feelings? What if you thought she didn’t like you? You hadn’t come back after all…

Powder sat up abruptly, grabbing the nearest pillow and chucking it across the room. It hit the wall with a loud thud before sliding to the floor. “Stupid.” she muttered to herself, running both hands through her hair.

She needed to fix this.

The next time she passed you, if she even had the guts to go back into town, she’d just… what? Say sorry and hope for the best? As if. 

Why the hell did you even come out here? To be nice? To talk? As much as her brain wanted to flip this on you, have you be the blame for this entire mess, she just couldn’t. Because in the back of her mind she knew you were probably just curious. Why’d you have to be so empathetic and sweet and kind? Give her a break.

She’d never been good at this. She knew how the people in this town saw her, distant, strange, dangerous. But the thought of you thinking that, of you giving up on her completely, made her chest ache in the worst way. 

Powder stood up and started pacing again. The idea of running into you again made her nauseous, but not seeing you? She’d decided that was ten times worse.

She didn’t know how to fix this. She didn’t even know if it could be fixed.

She sighed, closing her eyes as she took a second to organize her thoughts. She had to make this right, show you that she wasn’t some total freak (at least not anymore).

Opening her eyes to glance around the room, they landed on the windowsill where a small pot of flowers sat wilting, and then to the scrap pieces of paper scattered across her coffee table. Powder tilted her head, biting her lip. Flowers were good, right? People liked flowers.

Before she could second guess herself, she was on her feet. 

.     .     .

She stared at the little note for what felt like hours, contemplating whether it made her seem friendly or insane. 

“Okay.” she muttered to herself, grabbing the note and heading for the door. “No backing out now.”

The plan was simple: Drop the note and flower on your doorstep. No knocking. No waiting around. Just leave them and disappear before anyone could see her then hope for the best.

Simple.

Except, knowing her, she’d find a way to mess this up too.

.    .    .

Walking along the gravel road towards your house, flower in hand, she actually felt… hopeful. A little nervous, sure, but there was a warm feeling of excitement in her chest that she hadn’t felt in a while. She was finally doing something, trying to make things right.

You’d open the door, surprised to see the things she left you, but then you’d smile. You’d pick up the flower, maybe hold it up to your nose with that cute, thoughtful look you always had. Then you’d see the note. You’d read it, laugh a little, and think to yourself: Wow, Powder’s actually kind of sweet. And normal. She’s totally deserving of my friendship!

Or you’d scowl and wonder how she knew where you lived.

It was a long shot, but for the first time in two days, she let herself believe it could happen. That this might actually work. And that tiny bit of hope was enough to keep her walking.

As your small house came into view, her pace slowed. She hadn’t expected to feel so… aware of it. The place seemed more intimidating now. She paused at the edge of the porch, staring up at it before swallowing hard.

“This is fine.” she whispered to herself. Adjusting her grip on the wilted orange flower, she forced a smile onto her face.

The porch stairs creaked under her boots as she made her way up. She reached the door, crouched down, and just as she was about to place the note on the welcome mat–

The door swung open.

And there you stood, looking down at her, your eyes widening before your brows furrowed.

“You!”

. . .

[Part iv]

ahhhhh cliffhanger !!! i absolutely hate how this turned out but i mean ur the idiot who read it anyway so

(jesting!!!! love u!!!)

This wasn’t proof read and I was writing out of my ass the entire time so I’m honestly too scared to even proof it anyways dont be surprised if the story gets fast paced after this, I literally just wanna write them being cute and holding hands already cuz fuck slow burns ammirite

>_< goodnight jinx nation ilysm XOXOXOXOXO

me when its time to write my 15 page college final : . . .

me when its time to write my gay x reader fanfiction : AW HELL YEAH JIGSAW !!!!!!!

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[lovewillabides]

[dasisugarun]

i still can't understand how such a perfect song became a smth "that only fans know". this is such a good song, it should become global [405 days before yoongi is back]