#i cried while doing this btw

[shittymusicreviews666]

Reseña: Take Two

BTS (2013)

Reseñado 22 de julio 2023

Categoría: Single

Género: ballad, kpop

¿Tu ex ni te ha dedicado ni las de luis Miguel? Pues que pena, not BTS tho.

"Will you stay?" Es lo primero que BTS "te" pregunta cuando presionas el play en el single (estoy hablando metafóricamente claramente no te lo dice a ti Juan, le está hablando a personas que son fans de ellos).

Take two es un pequeño gran regalo que salio el pasado 8 de junio, esto en forma de dedicación por parte de BTS a sus fans por su décimo aniversario (que es el 13 de junio).

Actualmente BTS esta en hiatus, 2 soldados caídos y 5 coleando (que se note el sarcasmo, se están empezando a enlistar para el servicio), volviendo a lo del hiatus, ellos en su descanso sacaron este single en la semana de su décimo aniversario, quiza como un pequeño recordatorio que ellos incluso aunque se pongan en descanzo por casi dos años ellos volveran y con ansias de volver a estar en un escenario para volver a hacer lo que aman, música y que está sea escuchada.

Existe esta pequeña conexión un poco especial sabes? El fandom le regala una canción a sus artistas como agradecimiento por compartir su música y pensamientos a través de ella, y sus artistas corresponden también regalando una canción a sus fans y sólo a sus fans.

La letra, volvamos y pensemos en la letra.

"Hemos estado caminando por tantos lugares

Siento que mi corazón va a explotarse

¿No puedes ver el segundo intento?

Historias abriéndose solo para ti

La juventud en que estuvimos juntos" .

(Traducción al español)

Take two es una pequeña historia dedicada, hablando sobre el recorrido que el grupo ha compartido con sus fanáticos desde 2013, año de su debut, muchos de los fanáticos crecieron con ellos, el más pequeño del grupo teniendo 15 en su momento y muchos fans con esa misma edad crecieron con el y los demas miembros, 10 años parece mucho, pero cuando pasas toda tu juventud trabajando duro y sin parar se va todo muy rápido a decir verdad.

Una de mis partes favoritas de la canción es la de hobi (j-hope para los que les gustan las formalidades):

"Incluso el desierto se hizo mar, así que nadaremos por siempre

Incluso las ballenas solitarias ahora cantan

Porque estamos unidos, así que no me da miedo desear lo eterno

Porque mi esperanza está en ti, porque eres mi única razón

Eres la luz en mi camino

Eres la persona que simplemente me ilumina"

(Traducción al español)

Parece una romántica confesión, pero como dije esta canción no es para nadie del público general ni para nadie externo al grupo de fanáticos del grupo.

"Incluso las ballenas solitarias ahora cantan. Porque estamos unidos, así que no me da miedo desear lo eterno", por ahí del 2015 salió The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt.2, donde se encuentra la canción Whalien 52, que está básicamente inspirada en la ballena del 52, denominada como la criatura más solitaria del planeta al no poderse comunicar con ningún otro cetáceo al cantar en una frecuencia diferente, esta parte de la letra en su idioma original da más referencia a como ahora la ballena ya no está sola por que posiblemente encontró a otras ballenas que la entiendan. Un pequeño guiño a sus canciones pasadas de verdad que dan una fuerte conexión a su pasado y lo que han escrito, y la compañía que ahora tienen gracias a ARMY (nombre del grupo de fans).

Creditos: @/7moonlab

"Por estar contigo, se hizo posible

Por estar contigo, fui feliz

Respiré por tu voz

Y me levanté por tus lágrimas

¿Tendré lo necesario para recibir todo su amor abundante?

Por tantos años, nuestras almas se interceptan

Por estar juntos, me siento muy agradecido y feliz

Por favor, sigamos felices también en el futuro."

Abrazos al corazón es lo que muchas fans han llamado esta canción. Este single de 3:50s de duración es un regalo especial por todo el tiempo que BTS ha sido acompañado por sus fans. Take Two fue escrita, producida e interpretada por los integrantes, una balada con un fraseo y rap muy suave, acompañada y adornada por las voces de la línea de vocales.

Jungkook, integrante del grupo, inicia esta canción con un "Will you stay?" Y la termina con un "Never felt, never felt so young", son diez años de recuerdos y de crecer continuamente, pero es un sentimiento muy bonito encontrar a alguien que te haga sentir como si el tiempo no pasará.

Una gran dedicatoria y bonita canción, con una lirica significativa y que personalmente me saco 30 minutos de berreo, y que también se une a una de varias canciones que el grupo ha dedicado a sus fans.

-Vale💀

[phykoha]

I hate hate HATE when people say I'm "having an attitude" with them, bc I'm literally not until AFTER they say that. And thats not even "an attitude", it's me being annoyed and frustrated bc youre saying im having an attitude when im NOT.

Like what does that even mean. I'm just autistic.

[tomatoart]

achoo.. snot everywhere O_O

[murdleandmarot]

GET FRAGGLE-IFIED‼️‼️‼️

So recently I’ve been more than a little obsessed with the 1983 Jim Henson company project called “Fraggle Rock,” about all these silly little muppet creatures having crazy adventures in the cave system in which they live, called, appropriately, Fraggle rock. After watching 3/4 of the seasons, I started doodling some of my fav cats OCs as fraggles, and it just sort of spiraled from there. So if I’ve sent you 🫵 an ask about the kind of clothing your oc would wear, this is why :D. Without further ado:

THE FIRST WAVE‼️‼️‼️

These are the tallest of the bunch, and they are, reading left-right left-right:

@gotham-native’s Calypso, @ernestelm’s Vega, @toki-toro’s Chaumet, and last but certainly not least, @cillyscribbles’s Tin Tin!!!!

[jenna-louise-jamie]

thinking about yassen gregorovich instead of sleeping (because i love him) and how he is a catalyst. yassen stabbs ash -> ash kills john rider -> ian rider raises alex -> yassen kills ian rider -> mi6 blackmails alex into becoming a teenage spy.

i have so many thoughts that i can't properly articulate. obviously this is a simplified chain of events, but yassen and his choices set off a chain reaction of the world's most unfortunate dominos. especially when you read russian roulette. to be clear im not necessarily trying to blame him for everything because that feels very mean. he was also just a 14 year old kid when everything in his life went wrong, just like alex. only difference being yassen literally had no one.

i think i should write an essay about this because i haven't even gotten into my thoughts about what yassen and alex's dynamic would look like past eagle strike. i would imagine it'd be similar to ellie and joel from the last of us part 2.

where obviously yassen loves alex and alex on some level cares for yassen back but struggles to reconcile that with the fact that yassen is responsible for his uncle's death. a very unforgivable act. it would be so messy and complicated and angsty, because on one hand here is an adult who truly cares about him and has a connection with him through his father. yassen could tell alex about john, and trust that yassen truly wants whats best for him. but he killed ian, and he cannot take that back.

while alex reels from those feelings, yassen is also trying to reconcile his love of alex with the knowledge that he on some level is responsible for the suffering alex endured at the hands of mi6. and possibly even the fact that alex's godfather is the one who killed john and helen.

[solaestial]

i made some of my chrissell pics into wallpaper engine wallpapers 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

[algrenion]

why the hell is Chappell Roan only just getting recognition when ‘Casual’ is such an absolutely spine twisting work of art

[kevin-sedai]

The vibe really deteriorated as the day went on, and now I'm sitting in bed, awake, feeling like garbage

[randomwriteronline]

"Pohatu."

The voice echoed like a knife hissing as it scratches marble. The prisoner (the only one, completely isolated from the rest of the city), huddled in a nook, shivered a little further away into the corner he'd tucked himself into and held onto himself a little tighter.

He did not respond to his own name.

Deliberate steps moved closer: clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Their rhythm was slow, cold; they accompanied a scrutinizing stare.

They stopped before the cell.

The air felt freezing.

"Pohatu."

The prisoner did not answer.

"You are not stupid. That I know."

The chilling voice was soft. It spoke lowly, taking the time to properly enunciate each and every word perfectly.

"I am certain you know what I am here for."

Once more, only silence replied.

"I would advise you do not make this harder than it already is."

He watched as the prisoner's knuckles shook while tightening around his own trembling shoulders, as though trying to hide his weakness.

"Collaborate. For your own sake."

A sob tore through the room.

Another.

Another.

Another.

"Please," the prisoner finally babbled, voice hoarse from disuse.

Broken.

It was his turn to be faced with the silent treatment. Not a word reached him as he cried inconsolably, naked face pressed against his arms, for what seemed like hours.

His brother stared on, unmoving, expressionless, until the wailing died down and the body slumped on itself from the release of pent up emotions.

"I take it you have returned to your senses."

A crooked whine.

"I do not believe I understood that."

A confused mumbling.

"Speak clearly."

"Yes!" his brother sobbed.

His orange eyes looked into blue ones pleadingly, begging for help, for forgiveness. He watched them furrow, watched clouds of condensation pour from the sides of the white mask.

"You are guilty of a terrible crime."

"Yes."

"You are aware of your misconduct."

"Yes."

"You are aware that I cannot call you brother."

A pained wince: "Yes."

Another long moment of quiet passed.

The prisoner had shifted his gaze onto the floor.

The Toa watched him, fists clenched as tight as he could.

"Are you sure your forgiveness is deserved?"

The body shook from another hysterical sob, as though it had just been struck by a lash: he inhaled sharply a few times, but could not bring himself to speak.

"Answer me."

There was another attempt. Again, nothing came of it.

"Pohatu."

"Please..."

He stared.

He stared at the pitiful thing so powerless and miserable, completely alone, curled on itself on the floor as it shuddered.

"Please..."

He stared at the pitiful thing speaking in a voice that crumbled upon itself like gravel rolling uselessly down the side of a mountain.

"Please, I... Please..."

For a long stretch of time, nothing happened.

Then the door to the cell unlocked.

Pohatu dared to look up: Kopaka stood over him, unflinching, unreadable, hands balled up in fists hard enough to crush boulders between his fingers, looking down with his glimmering blue eyes as the air around him crackled with frost.

He could have so easily torn him apart right now.

Only the two of them, here, in the dark, far away from any other form of life who could have heard any commotion or cared enough to investigate.

Nobody would have even known. Not until it was too late.

Kopaka kneeled before the former Toa and pulled him into a tight embrace, one hand cradling his nape while the other pressed hard on his back to squeeze him closer to himself.

He allowed himself a sigh in relief only when he felt the other's arms wrap around him, his face against the crook of his neck.

Pohatu held him by the waist tight.

"I missed you," he sobbed.

I missed you too, Kopaka could not say despite how desperately he needed to.

He tightened his grip.

Then the pain came.

Blinding and sudden, cruel, immense, so profoundly unexpected that all he could do was choke on his own breath.

His torso fell backwards, bending much farther that it should have. His heartlight pulsed erratically as he heaved, adrenaline rushing through him and locking his every muscle in place. His legs were slumped, completely unresponsive like the rest of his lower body; all that was keeping his entire form from crashing on the pavement like a broken doll were the kind, solid, dependable arms of his brother.

A hand wriggled in the now empty space where it had shattered his spine in a morbidly playful way.

He was laid down gently, all things considered.

His eyes only stared at his butcher wide and thoughtless like those of a helpless Rahi before a much faster predator.

Pohatu smiled down at him sweetly, exactly like he always did.

"I missed your soft spot for me."

He tore his hand out of his brother's spine with a ghastly crackle, not even flinching, to wrap it around his throat. He yanked: Kopaka coughed out an anguished wheeze as a chunk of his neck was thrown out, clattering a few bio across the floor.

Pohatu pressed his thumb between the Toa of Ice's face and his mask, applying just about the slightest leverage possible to part the two. It seemed to take ages, for the 'pop' of a dislodged Kanohi to echo through the silence of Kopaka's frantic breathing; but even with all that time for a counterattack at his disposal, he did not manage to raise even a single finger against the other. He only stared, fearful, shocked, in denial.

His brother laughed in the same way he always laughed - a gentle, booming sound, friendly and pleasant, that warmed one's heart.

"You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to with all your being," he mocked him, making the sneering words seem like yet another lighthearted joke as he twirled the Akaku between his fingers: "And isn't that why Tahu and Photok are dead?"

He looked onto the other's face. He'd seen it so few times - after being overwhelmed by the Piraka on Voya Nui, for example.

He remembered it had been awfully surreal, to see it; almost frightening, but familiar somehow.

It stirred nothing in him now.

How lovely.

Pohatu leaned closer to it, until he could feel the shaky breaths from Kopaka's mouth curl around him. They were barely fresh.

"A shame, eh?"

Blue eyes stared at him, horrified.

What a beautiful thing to see.

"That you couldn't save me after all."

He laughed his usual jovial laugh again as he stood up, joints cracking a bit while he stretched. The Akaku clicked onto him in a perfect fit.

How nice of him: pure unwarranted trust, forgiveness, an open door, a hug, and now even a fairly useful Kanohi to replace the one he'd been stripped of lest he use its powers to break himself out of containment. Truly, he was almost starting to feel spoiled.

Kopaka squirmed between his feet. Was he trying to get away?

He couldn't help but giggle.

"There's your only flaws: you're too smart for a leech to bite you."

Pohatu gifted him the sweetest of his smiles.

"And you love your siblings too much."

The air shattered beneath his foot with a sickening crunch.

Pohatu didn't even spare a glance at his brother as he walked away from his corpse, face crushed to bits making an absolute mess on the cold unfeeling pavement, body twitching before the rigor mortis settled in fully; the Toa of Shadow hummed a mindless, cruel song, something right out of a Makuta's repertoire, as he he made his way into the halls of Metru Nui's colosseum in search of whoever else in this enormous playground would have the honorable misfortune to be his second victim of the day.

[sherbetlemonss]

“And if you start to kiss

And the record skips

Flip it over

And sit a little closer”

(Alts/process without sm detail/lighting):

[ech0light]

JUST WATCHED THE LAST 2 EPISODES OF PERSONS OF INTEREST SEASON 2 HAS ANYONE ELSE SEEN THIS SHIT PLEASE

[kakusu-shipping]

Missed youuuuu! Welcome back!!! Hope your recovery is going well!!!

Thankyou!!!! Happy to be back I missed you toooooooo!!!

My recovery is over, more-or-less. I've been no meds pain free sense the Tuesday after the surgery.

The only thing holding me back is I still can't lift or move anything above 10 pounds without risking irritating or ripping my stitches, and also my tummy is freaking the fuck out but that's not new.

Also unfortunately my drawing tablet is in storage along with everything else I had on my desk (all my F/O memorabilia (┬┬﹏┬┬)) so there won't be any art from me for a while yet. That also sadly includes writing sense I'm not use to my new set up enough yet to type confidently, and probably not moodboards either cause I don't have a mousepad anymore (*>Д<)

Basically I'm back in Reblogs only for the time being.

Still!!!! So glad to be back!!!!!!!!

[twistedappletree]

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[bullseyelover]

BENJAMIN “DEX” POINDEXTER aka BULLSEYE therapy prop notes from Daredevil S3

[nalivaa]

still reading the same webnovel, so far trying to be a better person has only earned ariadne the murder of her little sister and of literally the only adult that has ever shown her kindness in her entire life so i think she should start killing people now

[mockingbirdshymn]

"omg mollie omg where have you been it has been like almost a month"

my cat died lmfao so i have not been on tumblr dot com lately, kind of sunk into a depressive episode, and have not had the will to write or draw since it happened