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almondmilkygay · 5 years ago

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Reddie; Isolation.

Richard Tozier had been in and out of various hospitals for the majority of his childhood, slowly transitioning into his teenage-hood. His condition was described as terminal - a phrase of with Richie didn't understand. He longed more than anything for his pain to be over. Whether this was through the form of a miracle, or his death - he didn't mind. When describing these feelings to his mother, she was distraught. And so, among the tumultuous amount of doctors and nurses came a psychologist, and a therapist. They barely helped however, and merely prescribed Richie to a diary, in which he would submit a daily entry - in an attempt to let some of his emotions out. Richie couldn't have seen true love if it had stared him in the face, and one day it did.

Eddie's trip to the hospital was in a whirlwind of emotion and colour. One moment he was confessing his biggest secret to his mother, and the next she was collapsed onto her knees - sobbing aggressively. Then then, through loud sirens and bright flashing lights, Eddie found himself in a hospital bed. Crisp white bed sheets were pulled tightly over his petite figure. His vision was slightly impaired, and he could barely make out who was lying in the neighbouring beds.

"Hey," A voice chuckled beside him, before stopping abruptly and muttering, "Welcome to hell,"

"God?" Eddie replied back snidely as the voice let out another laugh before letting out an audible wince. As Eddie's vision reappeared, he looked from his right (to an old man who was clearly unconscious) and then to his left. A boy, tall and lanky lay in the bed - less pristine than Eddie's. A wide pair of glasses were propped against his nose, reflecting his eyes back drastically huge. His curly ravenette locks flopped over his eyes, as he pushed it away clumsily. In a word, he was pretty. Weak and fragile, but pretty nonetheless.

"Why can't you laugh?" Eddie asked softly, propping himself up onto his arm and giving his fullattention the mysterious boy in the neighbouring bed to him.

"It's my condition," he said, weakly, "What're you in for?" He finished, mimicking a prisoner. Eddie chuckled, and Richie glowed.

"Just woke up here, maybe for my phobia of germs - but who would go to that extent?" Eddie said wistfully.

"Ah I see," Richie said, struggling as he stretched his hand across the beds, "I'm Richie,"

Eddie looked at the hand and shook his head gently, which Richie laughed at before groaning slightly and retracting his hand.

"Eddie," He said, gesturing to himself. Richie nodded, lying slowly back into his bed and sinking into the plump pillow below is head.

"What do you mean by hell?" Eddie asked softly, after a few moments of silence.

"I've been here my whole life. Like the opposite of a miracle," Richie whispered, "If it wasn't here, it was the next one, if not there - the next. I just want this shit to be over, to be honest,"

Eddies insides turned to mush inside of him in sadness and sorrow for the vulnerable boy in the neighbouring bed.

"Mh, I'm sorry," Eddie muttered.

"It's alright, 'specially when cuties like you get sick," Richie said smoothly, to which Eddie choked on his own saliva. Richie had read his sexuality like a book, and a small one at that.

"Mh," Was all that Eddie could utter, sinking into the bed below him.

"People don't compliment you much, do they Ed's?"

Eddie shook his head, blushing profusely.

"Who are your friends, anyways? I might know them,"

"You've been confided to a hospital bed your whole life," Eddie snorted.

"Family friends, Ed's," Richie said, feigning his exasperation as Eddie tutted, "The Denbrough Family are my bitches,"

"Wait, Bill Denbrough?"

"Stuttering Bill, the one and only,"

"He's like my best friend," Eddie laughed, "Fuckin' Bowers gave him that nickname,"

"Ah, Henry Bowers. The downfall of my childhood as I knew it. That prick still not thrown in Juvie yet?"

Eddie shook his head, wide smile spreading across his face.

"Sadly, a negative,"

"Mh," Richie let out a breath before saying, "Where's your mommy, Eddie Bear?"

Eddie spat out the water he had been sipping on silently.

"How in the hell do you know about that?"

"Mommy wouldn't stop yelling," Richie explained, "'Don't worry Eddie Bear! Mommy's here! Mommy's always here!'"

Eddie snorted at the shitty impression.

"She is always there," Eddie said, "Oh, and shut the fuck up Einstein,"

Richie laughed, and his pain was numbed. His insides felt like mush. Not the bad kind, however, not the kind his illness made him feel - but a good mush. Like Jello - as he would write later on in his diary.

"Whatcha' writing?" Eddie whined playfully.

"Diary or some shit - therapist gave it to me,"

"Aw shucks, that's a bit sweet,"

"More like chucks, I ain't some sexually confused tween,"

"Well.."

"I beg of you to stop talking," Richie said softly, turning back to the diary. Eddie shushed , closing his eyes and eventually falling into a deep slumber. He woke peacefully the next morning, as the sound of a gentle chattering filled the hospital ward, and the sun bounced off of his face.

"Mornin', sunshine," Richie chuckled wheezily, "Best seat in the house,"

"Far out," Eddie moaned, throwing his pillow over his head - shielding himself from the blindingly bright sun.

"Richard?" A skeptical nurse said, in a feigned gentle voice. Eddie lowered the pillow a little, in fear.

"Just Richie, ma'am," He replied quietly.

"Richard, it's time for your injections," She said as another nurse snapped he curtains back quickly. Richie didn't say another word as he was shielded from Eddie's view. A mere, painful hiss could be heard from behind the baby blue curtains - before they were shunned back quickly, leaving Richie clutching at the inside of his arm, eyes glazed over with tears.

"You okay, 'Chee?" Eddie asked softly. Richie nodded in silence.

"Same thing as every day, needles man - I'll never get used to them," He sighed, "And, 'Chee?" He finished, grinning from ear to ear and facing Eddie now - letting go of his sore arm.

"It's cute, do not dare judge me,"

"You're cute," Richie muttered, smiling maliciously as Eddie turned a subtle shade of crimson, "Don't even try and hide your red ass face, Ed's - you know you love me,"

Eddie stared at him, wide eyed.

"Jus' pulling your leg, Ed's. Your face is a damn chuckalicious,"

"Shut up," Eddie giggled, covering his cheeks, "What is it with you n' that word? It's not even a word,"

Eddie was downright thankful for the change in subject, letting his cheeks return to their usual tan shade.

"Watch it become a word when we play Scrabble, though," Richie pointed out, to which Eddie frowned.

"When are we playing Scrabble, 'Chee?"

"This evening, my bed. Why, you got somewhere to be?" Richie feigned a pout before chuckling heartily and clutching his stomach.

"Fine, sook,"

"You," Richie said loudly in retaliation, before being shushed by an embarrassed Eddie, "Dumbass," He finished in a lowered voice. Eddie laughed - his trip to the hospital had not been too bad, indeed. As they finished their jokes, Richie's therapist entered the room - wooden clipboard clutched in her hand.

"Richard.."

"It's Richie, Miss,"

"Richie, time for your therapy session,"

"I'm okay, I promise Ma'am," Richie attempted to reassure her as she kneeled by the side of his bed.

"Just a check, honey," She said softly, to which Richie gave a little nod.

"Can we.. close the curtains?" Richie shifted in his bed slightly. The woman nodded and shunned them close - Eddie and Richie's eye contact being broken for the first time in minutes.

The woman and the boy spoke indistinctly for many minutes - hours, as it felt to Eddie. The curtains were finally shunned open again and the woman thanked Richie briskly, gave Eddie a small smile before departing.

"Hey, Rich?"

"Yes, M'Lord?"

"You never actually told me your condition," Eddie pointed out, "You're not allergic to laughter, are you?"

Richie shook his head.

"My bones are like brittle - like, really fragile. They're decaying over time. With my organs and shit. Started when I was younger and has spread ever since, I guess. I take pain meds and shots but they just slow the process,"

Eddie's heart broke in two.

"Holy.. shit," Eddie said finally. Unaware of it, tears were flowing down his face.

"Ed's, you're uh - crying,"

Eddie touched his face as his fingertips came back wet.

"Mh, fuck," He said, dabbing his face with the duvet cover. The tears continued to flow, and finally - a sob made its way out of Eddie's throat.

"Eddie, I'm fine - really," Richie tried to reassure him, wanting nothing more than to hold the shaking boy beside him. Wanting to hold him, press kisses against his head and lips-

Richie's breath stopped as the truth dawned upon him. Of course he would fall for somebody who he couldn't be with. Someone (according to Richie) out of his league by miles.

The days went on - and so did the relentlessly brutal and competitive games of Scrabble. It all fell apart one day, when a clipboard was turned upside down, in perfect view for a bored Richie Tozier to read. A small post-it-note sat, attached to the bottom of the clipboard. A small scrawled message was written precariously on it.

Sonia Kaspbrak states he is ill for being attracted to boys - agree and take cheque.

Richie's breath hitched. Eddie was sound asleep, and in a peaceful oblivion. Richie's heart ached with decision. Continue lying to the boy whom of which he had fallen for, or tell him the truth and possibly lose him forever. He lay back in his bed, dabbling the thoughts in his mind. Eddie woke eventually, gently. He sat up a little and immediately sensed Richie's discomfort. The clipboard had since been taken away by a doctor, who received glares from Richie.

"Rich, what's wrong?"

A lump in Richie's throat formed, and he pushed it down with an audible gulp.

"Mh, Ed's," Richie began, "You're perfectly healthy,"

"Excuse me?"

"The hospital, your illness - it's bullshit, Ed's. It's all bullshit,"

Eddie wiped sleep from his eyes before shooting a glare at Richie.

"You're bullshit, fucker,"

"I'm not kidding, Ed's,"

"Do not fucking call me that," Eddie spat, suddenly wounded.

"Look," Richie sat calmly, "Your mother payed these guys - bribed them, to keep you here because.."

His voice trailed of slightly.

"Because what?"

"Because you like dudes, Eddie!" Richie spoke clearly. The use of Eddie's real voice pained him, but he would have never showed it. As Eddie was preparing to retaliate, a nurse returned back to the foot of his bed.

"Excuse me, Miss?" Eddie asked, feigning sweetness. Richie rolled his eyes, but couldn't get enough of Eddie's voice.

"Yes, dear?"

"Is it true I'm perfectly healthy?" He asked quietly, fiddling with the duvet cover. The woman didn't say a word. Instead, she called over a doctor and had a quiet conversation with him.

"Edward," The doctor spoke, "You have to remain in the confines of the hospital, upon your mother's orders,"

Richie watched as tears began to well up in Eddie's eyes. He wanted to hold him, for the millionth time that day. Eddie shook his head, attempting to stand from the bed. The doctor placed a hand on his small wrist quickly. In a single movement, Eddie had slammed his left fist into the doctor's nose and sprinted out of the hospital ward - giving a fleeting, desperate look at Richie before disappearing in a flash. Richie sat still, his heart skipping a beat.

Months passed, and not a word nor sight from Eddie. Richie had begun to forget him. But the thought of him or the sound of his name hurt him more than his illness ever did. One day, a few days from his birthday - he was met by a strangely familiar sight. A petite boy stood at the foot of his bed. His rosy cheeks and honey brown hair glowed with the reflection of the sun in the hospital ward. Freckles were painted across his nose and cheeks, and his hazel eyes sparkled.

Richie practically fell in love all over again as Eddie stood at the foot of his bed.

"Ed's-" Richie began, before his face was smashed together with Eddie's. He immediately sunk into the kiss, and only began to pull away as he realised Eddie was standing in front of him.

"H-Holy fuck," He hiccoughed suddenly, as Eddie began chortling.

"I missed you, 'Chee," Eddie said, wide smile across his face. Richie couldn't say a word, instead sat stock still - face a glowing red. Eddie sat down on the bed and took Richie's head in his hand.

"I had to see you one last time," Eddie said gently, taking advantage of the silence, "I'm getting out of this shit hole, 'Chee!"

"Please don't leave me, Ed's," Richie managed to spit, before tears began to flow down his face. Eddie shook his head, as tears began to flow down his own face.

"Fuck.. 'Chee. You know I can't stay," Eddie chuckled slightly, despite the tears.

"I don't want to fuckin' die alone,"

"You're not going to die, 'Chee,"

"Who're you kidding, Ed's - look at me!" Richie said, weakly gesturing to his vulnerable figure, "I'm going to die, and I-I love you..”

"I don't want to watch you die, 'Chee," Eddie sighed gently, "I have to go,"

"You don't have to do anything," Richie finally said, before closing his eyes and stopping the flow of tears. He felt as Eddie pressed a kiss onto his forehead, down to his nose and finally his lips. Richie tried his best to not lean into the kiss, but ended up doing so - his hand resting on Eddie's cheek before Eddie pulled away, letting Richie's hand fall.

Years have passed since the two had their last conversation. Eddie left, contrary to Richie's belief. He came back months later, but it was all too late. Richie had passed, and buried in the nearby graveyard. Eddie still dwells upon their late night Scrabble sessions. He still dwells on the nicknames, sarcasm and jokes. The pain within the laughs, all that Eddie feels. Eddie's first, and only love. The love that would remain inside of his heart for centuries to come. The grave - littered with rose petals and flowers, all courtesy of Eddie. The sweet gifts that Eddie gives to Richie. The place he goes alone, always alone. Eddie never had the chance to say four simple words, four words that - for all Eddie knows, could've saved Richie's life.

"I love you too,"

With the second thoughtful;

"'Chee,"

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themidnightdisaster · 4 years ago

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Slurp's Nanowrimo Journal

Day 1 of Nano

Woah there i was able to write three chapter outlines and gave all my characters their own professions and some traits.

I'm being productive icb. Hoping to finish these chapters before the week ends.

Q1 : What was your first piece of writing?

Overall in literature I would say it's a script for the trailer we made during the 7th grade. *im cringing on grade 7 self fr*

Then in fiction novel, a university au with my classmates as characters I wasn't able to finish it though.

Day 2 of Nano

Was able to write only like 200 words to end the first scene bc i taught my sis for her modular classes.

: ( hope i can make it up tomorrow.

Q2 : What time of the day are you most likely to write? Why?

If it isn't curious with my username, during midnights. The only time of the day where everyone is asleep and my surroundings is peaceful as well. Kinda not healthy but yea, I've been used to it since the start of HS when I'm procrastinating with school tasks.

Day 3 of Nano

My days are alr late I havent realized lol.

So I wrote approximately 500 words last night (a record I guess) and I'm going out today so I have a chance to refresh my mind! Wearing masks ofc hehe.

Q3 : Do you plan or just go with the flow? Why?

With social media aus, I don't plan like not at all. With novels, I don't too but I at least write my ideas vaguely especially when I think it's so mindblowing!

I feel drained when planning traditionally for some reason no one would understand and that includes myself. Lmao.

But for this nano, I outlined my chapters and the vague idea dumps are still there. We'll see what will be the outcome.

Day 4 of Nano

I surprisingly broke a record again! I wrote 2184 words today yoohoo! And i think i finally found a 1 hour writing music for me and starting tom ill be using that. Another miracle, i wrote those in the afternoon so thats why im sleeping early today. How i wish silence like this happens everyday.

Q4: Is a word count important to you? Why or why not?

Yep! I like it when I see my progress through time and it motivates me. But like... word count in a chapter? I dont think its that important. Every novel is different. We all have our own ways.

Day 5 of Nano

I finished my chapter 1 by 5 am so i did nothing writing-related today. I started watching a web drama series and binge watched Chicago Med by night (im planning to find the full episodes)

Q5: What's your favourite writing snack/drink?

I usually go with water especially at midnight since im always thinking by that time, "oh my maybe i havent drink water earlier yet maybe i should drink today" and food? Whatever we have in here.

Day 6 of Nano

Was able to write 1/4 of the chapter, yet im not contented bc i wasnt able to reach the scene i wanted to write. Im worried that i would break the streak tomorrow bc classes are finally starting again. Maybe i would go by 500 words per day. This week. Ill try.

Q6: Do you have a favourite place to write? Do you change it up or write in the same place every time?

I just want somewhere silent and peaceful. At night, I just roam around the house and feel the vibe. During the first days of Nano, I'm on my bed. Now, I'm comfortable to write on my study table even during the day as long as I have my headphones on.

Day 7 of Nano

I fucking have no idea how come im super late in this when i started on nov 2. Eh. Weird.

Anyway, i almost got frustrated when at the 23rd hour of the day, i wrote only 500 words for the chapter 2.

So i skipped to chapter 4. Wrote a flashback as an intro and yea, got 1500 words! Unfortunately, didnt add up for nov 9. So its for today.

Q7: Who is your favourite author?

Well, it's a local author from wattpad. Serialsleeper. She's the only author whom I will read everything whatever she writes! Her mindblowing plot twists, the humor, the characters. I love the way she builds up every character she makes, she makes everything relatable even when her forte is horror slasher! One of my unfinished works is inspired by one of her books. How I wish her books gets translated so she can also gain fame worldwide. She deserves it.

Day 8 of Nano

I didnt write anything for today (yea thanks to the bunch of modules for my sis) but im writing atm. Yea. Im writing on my birthday. What about it?

Q8: What is your favourite book?

This is hard... i dont have anything in particular. Like that all time fave. I love all the books ive read in their own ways.

Day 9 of Nano

So this is the day i literally wrote nothing. went out for lunch in a faraway place, had a celebration when we got home, and watched the half of sonic the hedgehog movie. We got some visitors sleeping over here too so i really wasnt able to write anything. We have no classes tomorrow so i hope i can make up.

Q9: What is the premise of your current project?

The nano one? So, it's a film maker who is making an attempt to reunite her old crew from College to join a film festival in their place. Ok its sound so boring yea but the thing is... it wont be easy for her. Why? Well, she left them hanging after the tragedy she herself made.

Day 10 of Nano

Welp im three days late. This is so bad. Today. Nov 13 i started writing again. And... i want to survive this chapter today !!!!

Q10: What is your favourite genre to write? Why?

Slice of life? That's where I relate to. Friendships, to be exact. A romance story that only not focuses on the romance itself, but also the characters' friendship with others. That's where I guess, comfortable writing about. I got the experience, I got hurt because of friendships too. So there.

Permanent Note : came across this amazing idea by @emotionalfig that i will be answering in the every day! Yay, go try it too!

#nanowrimo #writing journey #let me finish this novel dear universe

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johannesviii · 5 years ago

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Top 10 Personal Favorite Hit Songs from 2006

17 to 18 years old. First to second university year, studying History. Another slightly chaotic year, to be honest.

It’s yet another great year for hits, even if 2005 and 2007 are both even better.

Disclaimers:

Keep in mind I’m using both the year-end top 100 lists from the US and from France while making these top 10 things. There’s songs in English that charted in my country way higher than they did in their home countries, or even earlier or later, so that might get surprising at times.

Of course there will be stuff in French. We suck. I know. It’s my list. Deal with it.

My musical tastes have always been terrible and I’m not a critic, just a listener and an idiot.

I have sound to color synesthesia which justifies nothing but might explain why I have trouble describing some songs in other terms than visual ones.

At this point it was beginning to be clear that my mother wanted me out of the appartment as quickly as possible so staying at home was becoming more and more unpleasant. I basically spent most of my day outside or at the library when I wasn’t in class, then ate dinner and slept at home. I had a few friends at university but was very unpopular (by the start of the second year, my nickname was “the hobo”, mostly because I was always wearing the same old black coat and bad jeans, but also because I liked to fish for coins under vending machines cause I had next to no money). I also had a brief but extremely bad relationship that year, which ended with me punching the dude back after he punched me between two classes near the end of the year.

While making these lists I found a tape labelled “spring 2006″ and nothing else. I think it’s one of the last tapes I ever made.

After listening to it, it contained:

Mr Brightside (The Killers) (who’s surprised?)

Crazy, by Seal, but sung by a woman. No idea who that is. (Edit: Alanis Morissette! thank you purplecyborgnewt)

Alice & June (Indochine)

You And Me (Lifehouse)

A couple of seconds of Precious, Depeche Mode

Oui (Zazie)

Precious (Depeche Mode) again. A radio host states it’s the n°15 favorite song on Europe 2 that week, whichever week that was.

City of Blinding Lights (U2)

Nolwenn Ohwo (Nolwenn Leroy)

Fragment of Song to Say Goodbye (Placebo), then the entire song.

The ending of Talk (Coldplay), followed by another fragment of Talk

Juste Après (Fredericks, Goldman & Jones)

Talk (Coldplay), this time in its entirety (I can still smell the frustration more than 13 years away)

Broken (Seether)

Enjoy the Silence 2004 (Depeche Mode)

Fragment of Missing (Evanescence), followed by nearly the entire song

Jeune et Con (Saez)

A bit of a radio show I found funny

An obscure remix of Sans Contrefaçon (Mylène Farmer).

So yeah, I stopped making tapes around that time. I also only bought two cd singles that year.

Just like the previous year, some of my favorite albums from that year have exactly zero singles elligible for this list. They are Alice & June by Indochine, and Meds by Placebo. The worst part? One of the best songs on Indochine’s album is a goddamn duet with Brian Molko from Placebo. It’s called Pink Water and it’s great. Please listen to it if you don’t know it yet. What can I say, I’m a weak and simple person, I hear a duet between two singers I adore, and I die instantly.

Anyway. Meds is kind of underrated as far as Placebo’s discography goes and I’m especially fond of Infrared, which was one of the songs of the year for me. Indochine’s Alice & June, meanwhile, is a concept double album about two girls making a suicide pact. It’s a bit of a mess and it’s not as tight as Paradize was but it’s still really, really good for the most part. The first eponymous single should have been elligible. But it isn’t. I’m sad.

On to the honorable mentions!

So Sick (Ne-Yo) - Usually this kind of music just sounds bland to me, but that one was really pleasant.

Miracle (Cascada) - Not as good as Everytime we touch. Still a lot of fun.

Smack That (Akon) - This shouldn’t be this catchy.

Pump It (Black Eyed Peas) - Same here.

Living On Video (Pakito) - I only just now realised this was a cover. What the hell.

SOS (Rihanna) - Not her best song. Still good.

L’Amour N’est Rien (Mylène Farmer) - Really funny lyrics, meh song.

World Hold On (Bob Sinclar) - Stay tuned for more.

Hips Don’t Lie (Shakira) - Song of the summer, whether you liked it or not. Fortunately, I liked it a lot.

Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol) - Very pleasant.

SexyBack (Justin Timberlake) - That beat is just incredible.

Call Me When You’re Sober (Evanescence) - I remember Rock Mag finishing their KarmaCode (Lacuna Coil) review with “We hope Evanescence’s next album will be fantastic, because this is their most serious rival yet.” And nope, Evanescence’s album wasn’t nearly as good as KarmaCode. But this song still made the year-end list, while nothing from Lacuna Coil ever crossed over. Our Truth SHOULD have been a huge hit. It had a ton of crossover appeal. One of the biggest musical tragedies of the year right there. Oh well, the Evanescence single is still good though.

Say It Right (Nelly Furtado & Timbaland) - The last cut from the list, and when you’ll see what replaced it, you are going to hate me.

And now, the top ten.

10 - Everytime We Touch (Cascada)

US: #31 / FR: #5

This kicked Nelly Furtado off the list.

I am not sorry, just so you know.

9 - Ridin’ (Chamillionaire)

US: #8 / FR: Not on the list

This is a song about respecting the law and driving at a reasonable speed and cops being mad because they can’t do anything against you. He’s a gangster, just... not doing anything illegal at the moment. I absolutely adore that concept. This is the best.

8 - Crazy (Gnarls Barkley)

US: #7 / FR: #29

I’ve never met someone who disliked this song, and for that reason I have nothing to say about it. It’s just one of these tunes, like Hey Ya, which are too perfect to argue or say anything constructive about them.

7 - Temperature (Sean Paul)

US: #2 / FR: #48

Half of this top ten 10 is made of absolute bangers with untouchable beats and you know what, I really miss that time, mostly because the current charts are morose and depressed (for good reasons, but still). This is no Get Busy, but come on, who can say we need less Sean Paul in our lives? Not me that’s for sure.

By the way, one of the very first videos I saw on (the very new at the time) youtube was a misheard lyrics version of this song. I think you all know which one it is, the original has been deleted but it was reuploaded several times since then.

6 - Rock This Party (Bob Sinclar & Cutee B)

US: Not on the list / FR: #19

You really can’t go wrong with this “Everybody dance now” sample, and this is one seriously kickass song, and yet another banger on a list already full of them. Also, this was possibly the best music video of the entire year, featuring three kids trying to imitate music videos from just about every popular genre. Check it out if you’ve never seen it, it will make your day.

5 - Marly-Gomont (Kamini)

US: Not on the list / FR: #1

Possibly the most unexpected hit song of the decade in my country. Basically, this guy made a rap song about the tiny rural village he was living in, and a funny music video shot on a 100€ budget to show to his friends and family. And it was well written. And it was hilarious, while still being insightful. And it became a viral sensation. And it charted! And suddenly it became the biggest hit of the year.

If you’ve never heard it, here it is. There was no translation available for it on lyricstranslate, so I made an account just to translate it myself. You’re welcome. Please give it a try. It’s great. It was a hit for a good reason, and I promise you the music video is funny even if you don’t speak the language.

4 - Slipping Away/Crier la Vie (Mylène Farmer & Moby)

US: Not on the list / FR: #15

So, uh, earlier in this post I said “What can I say, I’m a weak and simple person, I hear a duet between two singers I adore, and I die instantly.”

This is a duet between Mylène Farmer and Moby, based on a song from Hotel, which, if you recall, I listened to on a loop the previous year.

My poor heart didn’t need this. What did I do to deserve this. What a blessing.

3 - Over My Head (Cablecar) (The Fray)

US: #13 / FR: Not on the list

This was my #1 at some point. Then I realised the version I kept listening to was a punk rock version by A Day To Remember from Punk Goes Pop, and that I had nearly forgotten what the original sounded like. So I listened to it, and it’s still very, very nice, but it’s not quite the same.

I still bought the album, though.

2 - Nolwenn Ohwo (Nolwenn Leroy)

US: Not on the list / FR: #43

I had completely (and I do mean completely) forgotten about this song until I started to check the French year-end top 100 to make this list. Erased from my mind entirely by some sort of MiB neuralyser. And I was like “hang on, wasn’t this a good song? This rings a bell. I used to love it, didn’t I?” (and sure enough, it’s on that 2006 tape I found). So I wrote it down for the honorable mentions, just in case.

Before making the definitive list, I put the song on, and I felt like the critic in Ratatouille having a flashback.

Holy. Shit.

I remembered ALL the lyrics. While listening to it, in under three minutes I successively put it in the 6th spot, then the 4th, and when it ended, it was #2 on the list. I downloaded it and put it back on my mp3 player and on my playlists. I’ve listened to it about 30 times in the past week. It’s so great. How did I ever forget this song existed. I feel so alive.

I never cared about this singer, but this is written by Laurent Voulzy, who’s music I actually love, and he’s firing on all cylinders here. Just listen to it. Please.

It could have easily topped the list if it wasn’t for the most useful and helpful song in the entire year.

1 - Pas le Temps (Faf Larage)

US: Not on the list / FR: #2

I never watched a single episode of Prison Break. This was the French version of the opening song. I don’t even know what happens in the series. I don’t really care.

I. Adore. This song. It’s yet another #1 that helped me a lot.

The beat is untouchable and this rap is actual poetry. Not even remotely kidding. Here’s a part of one of the verses.

Aussi loin que la lumière semble s'éteindre (As far as the light seems to flicker) Seule une étincelle au fond de moi peut l'atteindre (Only the spark hidden inside of me can reach it) (...) Les dés sont jetés, rien n'est jou�� (the dice is tossed, the game is set) Même le sort retient son souffle piégé dans ce sablier (even fate holds its breath, trapped in this hourglass) J'ai décidé de ne pas être prisonnier (I decided I wouldn’t be a prisoner) J'n'ai que ma vie à offrir si jamais j'échouais (I only have my life to offer if I ever fail) Pas le choix faut y'aller (No choice, let’s go)

The line “pas le choix, faut y aller” (no choice, let’s go) keeps being repeated in the entire song and it’s so, SO motivational. As I said before, 2006 was not as bad as 2003 but it was still a difficult year - at the end of it, I was an adult with no money, very little hope for the future, no diploma yet apart from the highschool one, still trying to NOT become a ball of anger because of a couple of assholes in class, all of this with dysphoria and a mother who wanted to kick me out as soon as possible. And I wanted to win, and punch the world, and say here I come, I’m alive, I survived, better watch out.

Si je dois exceller, tout donner, prendre c'que j'peux (If I need to be the best, give everything, take whatever I can) Si le monde m'appartient restez pas au milieu (If the world is mine, don’t stay in my way) Et si le sort est contre moi c'est tant pis (And if fate is against me, too bad) On fait des plans pour s'en sortir, écoute (We’re making plans to survive, listen) Pas le choix faut y'aller (No choice, let’s go)

This song defined the entire year for me. This was my fight song. Everytime I wanted to give up, it was there to give me a very simple reminder.

No choice. Let’s go.

Next up: here it is, at last, the absolute best hit song of the decade

#Johannes’ bad not good pretty terrible music lists #music #long post

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To the migraine anon from #3,793 I know people push this as a miracle cure for a bit more than it actually works for, but if CBD is legal where you are (if you're in the US it should be unless your individual county has banned it), I discovered quite by accident that the hemp-derived CBD oil my doctor recommended I try for my nerve pain and fatigue was the first thing to EVER calm down my migraines. None of the meds they've put me on for migraines ever worked before either.

I’m not sure if the migraine anon has tried CBD or not, but I’ve also found relief with my migraines through smoking (I don’t do it often AT ALL). If you haven’t, maybe consider trying it, unless you can’t for one reason or another, or you’re adverse to it. I know it doesn’t work fr everyone, but hopefully there is some hope in this? Sending a ton of love and spoons and well wishes of a treatment that works!

-Admin Bri

#migraine #chronic pain #cbd #marajuana #tw drug mention #tw drug use #Anonymous

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bar orso itis maybe prelude alibi to mess ahead prev ention by morons squeeze assmesser backlemgesser 1523 with abit luck they feel as k idnappers or sth use the chance to crrrrrr runkkkkkkkthe nuts of the authorities when the scums admit their alibis toteir crimes soon it becomes excess mosntrosity arbitrary implant tricks then murdering the cockro aches is the standard then they feel a yearlater insulted whentheyre cockroaches thatthey are cockroaches that try sth covered by authorites and an authroites caused mess quell immunisation trick quellfortune access trick and shuffle proxies and har ms d i r e c t t t t t t t t tt t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t accountabil tiy inthe f i r s t line the authorities whenthem andor their cockroaches try sth foolcockroaches admit their alibis? evenbetter wheres the ambiguity then acockroac h pretends sth and messes with that guy again //// check heart trombosis things fromdehydration // 1246 cautionwith supprot barely fixing whatcockroaches 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scums we jail incontrary tokill thesystemdooms e m usually preventionpreventionprevention and authroities infirstlineof accoutnabili ty /// dont blame the minors they use or a kid from stolensperm even abit prevent ion made miracles usually protectem example : russia document was humiliate wiht acc ount ayearago /// jailassmesser enfo rcprecention /// lawyers no debt titles exist isit systemic if they continued afte r daytimepay ifiit is not systemic andthey ceased to exist itis fraud by decentralis ed entities or fraudby resale of ceased titles demystify and harden it the german s game on fraud it as debt bum forthem itslike a heavens gift to chain and quellthe ca se with s o m e t h i n g thatthey betrayed and frauded the case into misery fo r decades with fortune and then used it to doexactly that to fraud and chain and qu ellthe case is laaadeedaa forem sero tolerance with cockroachgermans that game fo r keepit as dayfool sowhat itworks that is mmmmmmmmmy fortune itis 92billion euro o r just 62billioneuro idaytime charged my immunsiation and eachwasted year bites them ?theygot chow and arranged themselces intheir fraudsystem they get no healthdamamges th ey whore their children through and or sellem only they arranged themselves intheir ge rman german german german german german german german getrman german german swamp th is very day who averted fortune access to starve as daybum they quell any incom e its fraudsystem that sorts sheeple youcando nothing if blacklisted blackballed alli s exploitation and chains and waiting lines any smartie from mensa makes their own project ifpossible but the germans quell any income of any penny imade already quelli mmunisation and expose thecase to fringe quell kill harm or just to sexual assault theygive eachother alibis and the only reasontheyre civilised is because we forced themto /// 0043 wallisntaller is // / ddestroy the catapults inchamber checkinjury from dozens udnerway too destroy gasvalv es gaser 0037 is cautionwithsupport ser obulshit with terror bs itis unusuallymildsafe for an afternoon cautionwithsupport /// support werenot the bloody french revolution prevention is key ifwe got a ve rdict on lets stay stolensperm wecanchoose to enforce or not enforce minors a l w a y s rescue /// xraybeamtricckery /// caution with support scums usually a re theproblem not support tryigntofix afterwards whatscums do allthetime /// a m oron cockroach damamged backlegs odlwoudns nwoimin heartpains the fix is headimapct find the trick amybe its oneofthose cockroachgerman cockroaches from masseldorn and their gay prisonor fantasies suckercockroaches didnt evenknow me until 2001 thought i replaced myself as evil ameri can assassin orsth the trickusually is karbiovaskulaere erkankung making gefaes skrankheiten s amking that wa sthe theme fiveyears ago repeated harms thereis no reason why heart is inthat conditions they flatlined it thousands oftimes thousands oftimes wiht implants just for fun or to demonstrate hwomighty theyare withimplanting after daytiemcharging it the suffocati ons interoxidaustausch arsenide and such were critical ontopofit verybad as finedu st aimed for cardiomypathy and sudden heartdeath and such /// imallday ina heav y radarbeam isitabove orwinodwoaimed orabove adjacent /// cautionwithsupport and min ors alwaysrescue bysome theme akidofmine is 18 or soon wheeeeeeey!! yeeeey!! whats her name i so dontevenhave a foto andwouldloveto /// heres howit works thegermans s huffle stigmas and shuffleproxies usually deceit shuffled between pedotricks momf ool suicideweenie hatenut satanicposession terrorist hobograndurenut pedothejuror jurio r trick or incestdad bllah itsalljustadream transvestite fraudtrickster pinkelephan thalluzinatorsosososoyouseecolorsherethenalonecopquestionin yourenotyoutonaswinn doghum per weepyweenie prisonor generaillissimo prostitute prostituteworkfromhome murderer itshuffles with scums whenthe brainwave readout fucksup likethinking of 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Rio & Indie

Rio: How did you even? Rio: Soz Bills but this is next level sorcery! Indie: nah man it werent no militant thing Indie: when your ride that crutterz whatever i did was gonna make it less clappin' innit Indie: plus your boy mad distracting 👌 i been knew Rio: Too real 😂 could hear me coming, like Rio: giving the boy racers a run for their money and I ain't even tryna hang, lads 😬😷 Rio: Idk how yous even managed it seriously but 👏 Indie: could here you cumming too bitch i knew i had time 😏😂 Indie: forreal tho you better not drag without me 👑 of the strip like so gimme them 2s Indie: thank me with that good 🎂 fore the sibs take every slice Rio: Ew shut up 😂 Rio: 'Course, babe Rio: Not racing for pinks now you got my motor so 🔥 tho Rio: Can have Ro's Rio: baby might want some of that taste sensation like but 🤷 Indie: tell yourself and your mans 👌🤐 Indie: yeah your whip is beast now if i do say myself after clocking in dem hours Indie: gotta hit drew with his share of that sugar cos he did help me source Indie: but unlucky younger you ain't getting yours 😂 Rio: PLEASE Rio: I know you ain't been hearing when I been trying so hard Rio: full time occupation keeping it 🤐 legit Rio: I love it Rio: That's good, nothing like bonding under the hood of a car right? Indie: is it? then how am i clued that mckenna aint the strong silent type that he is in the streets 😏 boy got some volume Indie: gurl we need more paper if you want that privacy cos thats how the walls be in this drum Indie: yeah? i love you bitch 💖 Indie: naaaah you kno he aint getting himself dirty like that with no oil or grease Indie: 💰 only Indie: & he took me buying off them travellers and DAMN how some of those lads be 😍 Rio: Imma pretend I didn't hear THAT 'cos I ain't about to share his secrets 😏 Rio: I'll work on it then 😜 Rio: Always gon' love you bitch 🧡 Rio: What a tart 🙄 Rio: Not you though don't be tryna give me grey hairs already gurl 😂 Indie: 😂 Indie: me too cos you the only 1 getting that work done free baby Indie: 💖💖💖 Indie: gotta look good for his fancy piece innit 🏥 Indie: catch me on site tryna get grabbed rn giving you all the alone time w mckenna you be needing Rio: Trust, feeling that special with it 💖👸 Rio: 'Course, not that he's afraid of hard graft or anything, nah 😏 Rio: Hold up on the heart attack you gonna give Ma Rio: 'cos about to both have all that alone time 🛫🏖 Indie: safe 👑 Indie: nah nah 😂 hardest working rudeboy in the 24 Indie: self titled drew innit tho Indie: ma can get in line cos how these boys are got me feelin i could have one of my own 😍😍 mines bout to stop on the words they say & them accents Indie: gotta play hard like my wifey do so i dont get vexed being here in this temp at this time Indie: stuck schoolin & hustlin like 😒 Rio: 😂 Rio: I ain't no snitch so I'll keep it on the dl Rio: but bitch knows her way 'round that site herself so 👀 out for her even if your 💘 is gone like Rio: Poor baby 😟😥 Promise it's your turn next, anywhere you wanna Indie: ✌✌✌ Indie: its chill ill party like its my bday & im legal Indie: cant keep a rudegirl down Indie: gimme the 411 on how mckenna did tho did he come through w your 💍 or nah Rio: Gotta have one on me, like Rio: wouldn't be polite otherwise 😋 Rio: [pics] Rio: Bitch, when I tell you I can't even Indie: 😮😮 bitch WTF Indie: how he out here doing it like that?? Indie: boy stop Indie: but like dont Rio: I know Rio: and you're gonna see where we're going Rio: it's ridiculous Rio: he's ridiculous Indie: 😍😍😍 Indie: and you dont want me on his friends bitch EXCUSE ME Indie: i gotta tap this demo Rio: I thought we was all about the travellers now? Rio: if I can't keep up with you idk how these lads stand a chance 💔😉 Indie: allow it Indie: not trying to get wifey'd by anyone else Indie: & no lad has said yeah to my 💘 yet Indie: hmu all of yous Rio: At the risk of sounding older than the 18 I'm repping now Rio: Enjoy the ride, babe Rio: way more fun Indie: 😂😂 Indie: this boy tho i need him 💰 or nah Rio: Gimme the deets then! Indie: i gotta go back & get em im pure 💘 from first 👀 Rio: You best hmu when you do Rio: just 'cos Imma be in paradise don't mean I'm not still mumsie Indie: if you dont hear then you know i been owned by my 😍 & hes some chief wasteman who just thinks he bad Rio: all been there Rio: and you know, can't be judging whilst you keeping my secret can I? Indie: ma please thats your whole job 😂 it is how my step be doin it like Rio: I'll let her cover it then Rio: be the cool mum we all know i'm destined to be Indie: is it? Indie: can you be cool & tell her to hurry up and drop so the baby girl can vex her stead of me Indie: living so dry rn Rio: You reckon that'll make her any cooler? Rio: Mumming even harder, just you wait babe Indie: 😒😒 Indie: tell her i got loads of mas then Rio: Bless Rio: least we're back on so you don't have to live with her and Drew, like Indie: 🙏🙏 foreal tho shes flatroofin me from afar i cant be running in that house no more Indie: dont leave me woman Rio: Promise Rio: that said, a bitch be packing Indie: not gonna say take me w this time cos i kno what you finna do w that boy Indie: 😏 mad jealous Rio: 🤐 remember Indie: trust Indie: if i go back for that lad tonite is that too hype? its been a minute since i was there but idk Rio: Nah, go for it babe Indie: ✌✌ Indie: garda better keep things jam cos i aint asking drew for a ride there Rio: Not the vibe getting your Da to take you to a dick appointment, like Indie: 😂😂 Indie: hes been in a weird vibe Indie: must be cos the 👶 is due soon Rio: Yeah? Rio: Know he ain't go as hard as mine but hardly new to the game Indie: first time hes done it standard tho Indie: still no excuse to get so high off your own supply tho Indie: idk man Indie: maybes hes having a midlife Indie: maybe shes just driving him how she do me Rio: God knows Rio: ain't your job to stress it tho Rio: leave that to them, like Indie: innit Indie: just dont let mckenna put one in you Indie: its a madness how she flips Rio: Err no chance Rio: I bet Rio: already highly strung bless her, then you throw a load of hormones at her, nah, I'm good Indie: you can rep that how you like babe but aint none of our parents tryna bring us & still we out here vibin Indie: least they wanted this one like Rio: Yeah but I've heard of birth control 🙄 Rio: You think she'll make him marry her? Rio: Get a dress, like Indie: how un 🍀 of you bitch 😂 Indie: yeah shes been after a 💍 since she landed back in his bed Indie: better not try and put me in no dress Rio: 😂 matching with your younger Rio: so cute Indie: allow it Indie: ill 🛑 that shit fore i agree that Rio: 😬 no one needs to see that Indie: or other mckenna snapping the day like she needs the 💰 Indie: wheres the peng one taking you then? Rio: fr fr Rio: Maldives baby Rio: I'll send you all the pics Indie: 😮😮😮😮 Indie: that boy gon kill me & i aint even going Indie: don't send me ALL the pics tho I dont need 👀 for what ive already 👂 Rio: this place gon' kill me Rio: i been some places but damn Rio: behave Rio: gotta pay for that privilege honey 💁 Indie: when you fam & she still tryna charge 😂 Indie: tax a celeb hottie aint that how & where they hang? Rio: You want that new drum babe Rio: 🤞 Indie: hells yeah i want that new yard for a 🐶 Indie: make it happen ma Rio: 💪 here's hoping there's a becks or some shit out here Indie: spoke like mckenna aint dropping that dime on you standard Indie: lookin & actin all 😇 Indie: 💸💸💸 Rio: Think asking for a new gaff is taking the piss though 😉 Indie: IS IT THO 😂 Indie: boy down to move you in if he coulda Rio: I don't think he down to be livin' in the 24 tho 😏 Indie: bitch you know id change postcode if i can party in his Rio: You'd hate it 😂 Indie: nah all dem rich rudeboys wanna slum it for a nite Indie: hmu lads Rio: been there done that Rio: 'less they upped their game Rio: not worth the plane ticket Indie: waste 💔 Rio: truly Rio: keep rinsing their da's, like Indie: if youd let me babe ✌ Rio: bitch, not you ⛔ Indie: jokes Indie: imma link my gypsy prince Rio: 👍 Rio: how many 👙s do I need Indie: how long he ticking you away from me & these ends for? Rio: only a week Rio: should be in school, like Indie: 😂 Indie: at choir practice or some posho shit like Indie: but forreal like you dont wanna repeat gotta keep the looks fresh and the game 🔥 Rio: 😂 can you imagine Rio: lawd Rio: yeah, fuck it, one for every day and a spare it is 😉 Indie: 👑👑 rep that Indie: you kno that boy gon be carrying more clothes than a store Rio: Well, he ain't dodging those extra baggage charges by putting shit in my case, like Indie: 💔 Indie: honeymoon off fore its on Rio: When I can't quit being a bitch 🤷 Rio: awks Indie: you bad & he loves it Rio: hope so Rio: don't need domestics in the airport forreal Rio: don't kill my vibe boy Indie: 😂 Indie: bitch like he could when youre ✈ maldives Rio: Yeah we both gon' put up and shut up for that view Indie: forreal gon be lush Indie: im vexed but stealth bout it Indie: save you that domestic baby Rio: We gon' brawl when I'm back? Rio: Okay, I'll prepare my best dramatics in my downtime Indie: depends how im vibin Indie: got my own plans for this week Rio: Aside from riding a gypsy or? Indie: thats day 1 gurl Indie: keep w me Indie: drew best not be trying to chill & ruin my empty Indie: brawl him no drama Rio: Do my best Rio: and if you change the locks on him, send us a key, like Indie: innit tho Indie: get to steppin man Indie: your drum be lavish use it Rio: When he ever there man Rio: how they found time to make this baby is impressive if not gross Indie: 😂 Indie: no shade but im shook she could Rio: Literally though Rio: could call her a medical miracle, might not clock the shade over the ego boost Indie: good she aint here cos im creased rn Indie: their life is mad jokes Rio: s'alright, she can take a good laugh at mine if she gotta Indie: please your life is bare hectic 💖👑 Indie: dont trip Rio: Doubt the Cambs med student turned super doc is jelly tho 😜 Indie: what she kno? shes drews piece & he still more about you 😂 Rio: Shut up Indie: ✌ Rio: You crazy Indie: he is Indie: for ya Indie: chatting at me about how you grown good Rio: He really is high Indie: you kno Indie: old man relax 😂 Rio: Nasty Rio: gimme my card and cash and begone Indie: gimme your slice of cake too drew cos you aint eating for two Indie: abs are welcome like Rio: 😂 Rio: sometimes i reckon you are Rio: you and ya tapeworm Indie: big love Indie: even if i am marv Rio: 🧡🧡🧡 Indie: keep me knowin & ill give you same back 💖 Rio: 'Course, goes without saying Rio: ✌ out lil one Indie: safe

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yoonkooksgirl · 8 years ago

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60 truths

I was tagged by Ann @je0n thank u sm <333

Nickname(s): Meg, Megs lol it depends Bias: ummm yall know jimin is my sunshine n id give my heart to him Blood type: lol i dont even know R/s: single n lonely af lmao Birthday: october 3 Zodiac sign: libra up in this bithc !!! Pronouns: she/her Hair lenght: omg its short rn like to right above my shoulders and i regret it so much oh god Height: 5′1 lol A crush: umm rn no sometimes i think i have feelings then im like nah What do you like about yourself: im determined and i work my ass off. i put my friends fam and career before other less important things Right or left handed: right List of three favourite colors: light blue, light pink, lilac (Right now) eating: nothing but i had pineapple a lil while ago lol (Right now) drinking: water I’m about to: stop working on this poster and go to mf sleep Listening to: LOVE.-kendrick lamar feat zacari. I LOVE THIS SONG AND I LOVE DAMN the whole album is so osososo good omg Kids: nah i dont want any Get married: yes id like to one day lol Recent phone call: mi madre a few hours ago

(Have you ever)

Dated someone twice: umm technically yes in high school lol we broke up then got back together like some headasses Been cheated on: no thank goodness Kissed someone and regretted it: nah ive meant every kiss ive ever given lol Lost someone special: yes Been depressed: after i lost that special someone yeah Been drunk and thrown up: lol no im not about that Had glasses or contacts: nope! Had sex on the first date: um no lol Broken someone’s heart: yes just last summer i think Turned someone down: lol yes Cried when someone died: yes Fallen for a friend: maybe back in high school but not recently

(In the last year have you)

Made a new friend: yes so many at school i <3 my friends!! Laughed until you cried: yes Met someone who changed you: yes Found out who your true friends were: lawd yes Found out someone was talking about you: yes and i was like umm tf

(_ or _)

Lips or eyes: eyes omg Hugs or kisses: omggg both…but the best hug can feel so good. i love hugs Shorter or taller: taller !!! fr Romantic or spontaneous: ehh both is good Sensitive or loud: unfortunately my dumbass is attracted to louder/more extroverted types smh but sensitive. how about both lol Hookup or relationship: relationship man im not all about hookups

(First…)

First best friend: Gabby in first grade lol we were best frands Surgery: wisdom teeth Sports I joined: the only one i liked was soccer lol

Do you believe in yourself: i try but its hard Miracles: yes Love at first sight: i believe in like a spark/some kind of chemistry at first sight, that shit is real but love…no Heaven: yes Do you have any pets: YES MY SISTERS DOG IS BASICALLY MY DOG HIS NAME IS LOKI HES A MUTT AND HE TURNED 3 YEARS OLD THIS MONTH N HE IS THE BEST DOG IN THE WORLD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH Do you want to change your name: lol its boring but nah What did you do for your last birthday: i got mexican food y margaritas with my mom and sis lmao and then my friend came and spent the night and bought me choc milk and a sex on the beach lmaooooo What time did you wake up today: 9 am but usually im up at 7am smh What were you doing last night at midnight: working on my research poster ugh Something you can’t wait for: to become a doctor!!!! life goals Last time you saw your mom: ugh like a week ago i miss her What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i were going to med school in the fall fr What’s getting on your nerves: uncertainty about the future

I’m gonna tag @madeofcards @howlingwolf08 @jeonnings @akookieforhobi if any of you want to do this !!

#about #random stuff #if yall wanna do it it was fun lol

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bulletproof-heaven · 8 years ago

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Wings Cafe - Chapter 3

Chapter: prologue 1 2 3 4

Another night, another successful mission. Much to Yoongi’s dismay, Jimin chose to stay home while Jin followed the group, just in case, they needed someone with medical skills. Hoseok was stuck at the club dealing with Jihyuk’s problems as the trouble child partied. The mission only took a half an hour as the client’s abusive boyfriend was nothing but a coward. After a few broken objects, a very convincing conversation with Namjoon, and a little help from Jungkook, the boyfriend promised that he will never contact Yuji again.

The boys were super keen for late night snack as Jin unlocked the door.

Namjoon felt his phone vibrate before he checked it. There was a text message from an unknown number:

Welcome home, boys.

“Jimin!” Jin called out while they all walked through the door, “We’re home”. All of them stood around waiting for the familiar sound of Jimin’s footsteps rushing down from upstairs to greet them; but the house was eerily silent.

“Guys, look at this” Namjoon showed them the message before Yoongi immediately took off running up the stairs. All of them followed him, searching in each room for the wide-eyed angel.

An ear-piercing scream came from Taehyung and everyone poked their heads out of the room that they were searching just in time to see the hacker rush out, laptop in hand, yelling at them.

“MEETING NOW”

They all immediately stopped what they were doing and ran towards the said room.

“This was just sent to me, it’s currently live” Taehyung connected his laptop up to the project and pressed play. Everyone didn’t even get a chance to sit down when the black screen showed Jimin lying on the ground, in a room with metal walls, unconscious.

Before anyone could say another word, Namjoon’s cell phone rang. He answered without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Are you guys enjoying the show?”.

The lady’s voice made a chill run down his spine. He immediately turned his phone on speaker and placed it in the middle of the table.

“Who are you?”

The lady chuckled, “You guys have such a lovely home”.

“Let him go” Yoongi growled.

“Hm… I don’t think I will”.

“Hyung” Jungkook said, directing their attention towards the screen. Jimin, who was still unconscious, started visibly shivering.

Yoongi snatched the phone off the table and bellowed, “What are you doing to him?”

“You have two hours until he dies. Better get cracking”.

“Hey-” The phone went silent. Yoongi let out an enraged yell and threw the phone against the wall, smashing it to pieces. His hands immediately grabbed the nearest object –the chair in front of him. He went to pick it up but Namjoon’s placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, calm down”.

He shook the hand off and seethed, “Don’t tell me to calm down! Jimin’s going to die if we don’t find him”.

“And you’re just wasting more time by being like this”.

Yoongi paused before exhaling deeply, running a hand down his face. “You’re right”.

Jin walked closer to the screen. “He’s facing the other way,” he squinted his eyes, “I can’t tell what’s wrong with him”.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon ordered, “track Jimin’s GPS”

Every single member of the group has at least one ear pierced and are given at tracker embedded into a stud earring. The trackers are undetectable by x-rays or metal detector, and is made to be basically indestructible and also water-proof. Whenever a member goes missing, the trackers are always the first step of action and it has never let them down.

“I did; location send to Yoongi hyung’s phone”.

Yoongi immediately took out his phone and keys, and started running out the door, not even waiting for anyone else.

Namjoon also started moving, “Taehyung, you stay here and keep an eye on Jimin; Jungkook, Jin, let’s go”.

Driving through the empty streets, Yoongi kept his eyes and mind focused on the road. There was a reason why he was always the driver. He had a natural talent of getting to a location that’s an hour away in twenty minutes. Sure, he was breaking tons of laws, but he hasn’t gotten in any trouble yet.

They ended up in an abandoned warehouse on the industrial side of town. The surroundings look like that from a horror move, as a chilly breeze rolled through as if a serial killer is going jump out at any minute. Yoongi parked the van and immediately hopped out, heading straight towards the entrance of the building.

“T-minus 100” Taehyung’s voice rang through the ear piece.

“Yoongi-” Namjoon started to say, shutting the door behind him, and received a glare. “Fine, Jungkook stay with the van”.

The three jumped the fence, and rushing into the eerie building. They ended up splitting up, searching all the different rooms; none of the rooms looked like the one from the video. Yoongi kicked down the third door down the hallway while Jin and Jungkook searched the other two.

The room was basically empty. There were boxes laying around, the paint on the walls were peeling, the moonlight shined through cracked windows, and the lights flickered continuously. Yoongi’s attention was drawn to a table sitting in the middle of the room. He walked up to it and saw Jimin’s stud earring and a card.

Nice Try ~

Anger flushed through him, making him want to send his fist into the nearest object. “Fuck”.

Instead, he kicked the table, sending it flying towards the other side of the room. Namjoon and Jin came running into the room as he walked out.

“What happened?”

“We got played; that’s what happened” Yoongi showed him the card and the earring, before heading back to the car.

“Taehyung, he’s not here.” he said into the ear piece as he hopped into the van, others following his actions. “Try tracing the video feed”.

“I tried isolating the signal but its bouncing off too many servers”.

“Keep trying.” Yoongi growled, starting the car as Jin and Jungkook watched the video from Jin’s phone. “Also check all traffic cameras around the forest, he must have been taken by car”.

“No vehicles entering or exiting the forest”.

“Damn” He slammed his hands against the steering wheel, “How the fuck did they take him without using the forest?”

“Jimin’s awake” Jin stated, “poor child”.

Yoongi turned and snatched the phone from his hands. Jimin, who was still shivering, had sat up and was looking around, very confused. He handed the phone back, slightly relaxing at the fact that the boy hadn’t started panicking yet. “Taehyung, how the tracing coming along?”

“I told you, it’s bouncing too much to properly isolate it”

“I thought you were some genius hacker!” Yoongi snapped.

“Hyung,” Jungkook cut in before the elder said something he’ll really regret, “It’s going be alright, we still have 90”

“We only have 60”

Yoongi’s head snapped towards the eldest, “What? She said-”

“He’s currently in some kind of freezer. We don’t know what temperature the room is set at but his lips are already starting to turn blue. He’ll be dead in 90 but what about frostbite? Mental confusion? If he passes out again, the hypothermia will set in faster”.

“Fuck” Yoongi immediately pulled the van away from the warehouse.

Namjoon, who had been sitting silently in the passenger, staring out into the night, and suddenly leaned forward as something in his mind clicked. “Taehyung, check all the aircrafts that passed by the forest. The government keeps a secret record”.

Finger tapping against the keyboard was hear. “Got it! There was only one plane that passed when we were gone; it was a private jet…Location sent”.

Yoongi looked at the location and immediately made a U-turn, van on the verge of tipping over due to how fast the wheel was turned. Everyone grabbed on to the car handles, fearing for their lives.

“Hurry, Hyung. T-minus 50”

The young man huffed at Taehyung, “I’m going 120 on a 60 road and there are traffic lights. Stop talking and start helping”.

“On it”.

They arrived at the location in 15 minutes with the hacker changing all the traffic lights to green so they could pass through. It was a miracle nobody called the police about a van driving way over the speed limit, not to mention very dangerously as well, swerving in and out of lanes, over-taking other vehicles.

Everyone jumped out of the van, they just needed the layout and Jimin’s location.

“Taehyung, we’re here. Do you have visuals?” Namjoon asked.

The was no response.

Namjoon and Jin looked at each other worriedly. The hacker had never stopped responding before. Even during times where the communication device was broken, the younger would always instantly find a way to contact them via hacking the nearest thing; car radio, a television, computer, PA system, anything.

“Tae?” Jungkook panicked a little before all four of them received a text from Taehyung with a map of the place and Jimin’s location. Everyone else relaxed, believing that the hacker’s ear piece simply malfunctioned, but Jungkook’s stomach churned; something is not quite right.

They all ran straight to the room that Jimin was held in. Yoongi opened the door and saw the boy still sitting on the ground, slight shivering but not as violently as before. Namjoon noted how odd it was that to door wasn’t unlocked or that there were no guards to keep Jimin from escaping.

“Hey,” Yoongi kneeled down before wrapping his jacket around Jimin and held onto him tightly, trying to transfer some body heat. He looked up at Yoongi, eyes a bit unfocused, before bursting into tears. Jin kneeled beside the two of them to check the boy for any injuries or see if they needed to get him to a hospital. However, what the med student saw was strange; usually it would take a lot longer for the body’s core temperature to rise but the boy’s lips had already returned to their normal pink colours.

“Shh” Yoongi rocked him and boy in his arms side to side, soothingly, “You’re okay”.

“Okay, help Jimin up,” Namjoon states urgently; there was something very wrong with this situation, “Let’s get out of-”

“Fifty-seven minutes and twenty-two seconds. No wonder you guys are the most requested service in the underground world.” A lady from the phone call walked in clapping. Everyone’s head snapped towards her. “You sure exceeded my expectations. I thought your group of eight was going to be a group of seven”.

“Who are you and what do you want?” Namjoon reached to pull out his gun.

“Ah ah ah” The woman sung, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you”. She snapped her fingers and a man in a military uniform came through the door with Taehyung, a gun against his forehead.

“Taehyung.” Jungkook gasped before growling, “Let him go!”. He quickly analysed his boyfriend: he didn’t have any wounds or bruises. He did look a bit dazed so Jungkook assumed that they used chloroform or some type of incapacitating agent.

The lady just ignored him. “Put the gun on the ground and kick it over here”

Namjoon slowly bent down, lowering his gun to the ground. Before he placed the gun on the ground, Taehyung grabbed the soldier’s hand and directed the gun towards the ceiling. He elbowed the man in the face before taking the gun, pointing it at the man lying on the ground as Namjoon aimed at the lady.

The lady sighed, “I knew this would happen.”

Suddenly, red lasers appeared on every single one of them. Snipers.

“I’m not going to repeat myself”.

Namjoon and Taehyung both placed the guns on the ground and kicked it towards the lady.

“Okay, you got us,” Namjoon stated, “What do you want from us?”

“We want to kill you”.

He let out a dry laugh, “You and I both know that’s not true. If you really wanted to kill us, you wouldn’t have kidnapped Jimin and made us go on this wild goose chase; you would have just stayed at the mansion and shot us when we walked through the door...”

The lady smirked at his explanation, clearly impressed at how he could analyse the situation so clearly under pressure.

“…And you said ‘we’ so you work for an organisation of some sort, who?”

“We are the government, and- ah, nice of you to be able to join us, Hoseok”

Hoseok walked in, escorted by another solider before being pushed towards his group. He stumbled a bit before turning to face the lady with a frown.

“As I was saying, we are the government and we would like for you to work for us”.

He let out his signature snort as if the red laser wasn’t pointed at his forehead, “No thanks, lady”.

“Oh, I’m sorry” The woman looked a bit surprised, “that wasn’t meant to sound like a question. You guys don’t have a choice.”

Namjoon laughed, “I think we do-”

“Kim Namjoon, the leader, twenty-two, IQ 148, married Kim Seokjin three years ago, twenty-four, the mother of the family, current med student.”

He clenched his fists, hearing their information pour out of her mouth. How did they get their files? The clients? No. The clients don’t even know all of their names, let alone what they’re studying.

“Min Yoongi, twenty-three, second-in-command, best illegal street racer till this day. Park Jimin, twenty-one, current dance student, owner of Wings café, guns specialist but dislikes killing, and is prone to panic attacks.” She stared straight at Jimin and mocked a pout as he wiggled in Yoongi’s embrace, tears welling in his eyes.

“Park Jihyuk, Jimin’s foster brother, twenty-one, currently passed out at the club from alcohol. Jung Hoseok, twenty-two, chemical engineer, ‘a literal ball of sunshine’ who was admitted into Marley Mental Institution by his own parents”. Hoseok’s face whitened; he thought that part of his life was completely hidden away.

She looked towards the last two, “Jeon Jungkook, nineteen, the muscle of the group, mixed martial arts since the age of five, current business student. And finally, Kim Taehyung, no blood relation to either Kim Namjoon or Kim Seokjin, twenty-one, hacker, current IT student”.

“And there’s a lot more information where that came from so no, you don’t have a choice”. The lady took a deep breath after finishing, “We’ll be in touch with the details soon”.

The whole group stayed silent, waiting for the next move. She also stood there, waiting.

They spent several moments simply staring at each other before the lady realised, “Oh, you can go”.

The group snapped out of their staring conversation, the lasers were no longer point at them. They can what?

“Shoo now,” She waved dismissively, “Just don’t try and leave the country, you’ve all been restricted”. And with that she and the military guards left, leaving the group stunned.

Everyone, except for Jihyuk who was still at the club, hung around the living room. Jin had volunteered himself to take the sobbing boy up to take a bath; Jungkook and Taehyung cuddled up on one side of the couch while Hoseok occupied the other. Namjoon paced the width of the room as Yoongi just leaned against the side of the couch. They all stayed silent for the longest time before Yoongi exploded in anger.

“How the fu-” He caught sight of Jimin, who just walked in and curled up on the couch, “-hell did they know where to find us?”

He eyed the younger boy, hair still wet, dressed in his sweater and pants, to make sure that he wasn’t still crying.

“We give clients our address all the time, someone must have leaked it” Hoseok shrugged.

“But they knew everything about us” Jungkook added on before mumbling, “I didn’t even know you’ve been admitted into a mental institution before”.

Jin waltzed in and clapped his hand, capturing everyone’s attention, “It’s late. Everyone go to bed. No arguments.”

One by one, they all filed out of the room. Yoongi passed by Namjoon, whispering, “I know you’re thinking the same thing as me. We have a rat”.

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