#same energy’ this is a blog for TAE i will defend him i called out kths too some time ago just because YOU didn’t see it it doesnt mean it

[taehyungfirst]

https://www.tumblr.com/taehyungfirst/753922339724476416/if-mental-sickness-is-something-its

I’m guessing by now you know that the gc was fake. I know you despise jkkrs but even you knows that gc was fake as hell i mean you don’t think it was a too much of a coincidence that all the jkk problematic shooter accounts just happened to be in a gc and just happened to be saying stuff like that in a twitter gc of 78 people? Someone was definitely trying to take them all out. I think the saddest part of it all is that the person/people who actually did all that are taekookers or jjks. They had no problems saying the most vile things about tae and Jk just to pin it on some problematic jkkrs. The person fumbled though because they could repeat all the things they knew pple would eat up and believe abt jkkrs but they forgot details like the fact that some of those jkkrs are American so they don’t spell favor as favour which is the English way to spell it. They also didn’t know that Nabi doesn’t have auto caps on and never starts sentences with capital letters plus the dead giveaway was the fact that the language was the same throughout proving that one person wrote everything. Atp, jkkrs are not taehyung’s biggest opps. His biggest opps are his own stans who have no issues saying those type of vile things about him just to make a group of shippers look bad. Nothing is hidden from the sun so i hope when that person/pple get exposed, you will keep the same energy.

Well no!

Why would I be surprised that they were in a groupchat together when they always hype each other on the tl? Defending that gc and pinning the blame on someone else, were you in there too among those 70 people, sweetheart? What makes you ride so hard for people who send Tae death threats, wishes him the worst and never once in their life cared about Jk artistry? You’re def a jkkr, but what’s worse is that you’re def one of those p/jms jkkers.

It was a screenrecording that went back to their accounts, that looks like some advanced editing if you ask me. Here, check this. Autocaps, language, maybe being so much into it really doesn’t make you realize that you cultists talk in the same way and repeat the same shit over and over again.

And I still don’t understand what’s the point in coming on a Tae blog defending those rats, I don’t care, I hope they all get doxxed and deplatformed.

[marengogo]

It is a very very very basic and simple thing, you're a worldwide celebrity, you got the INFLUENCE, you saw someone with with your name (shipper name to be exact but okay..)and want to post a video, you click on that account to check if the said acct is someone who's problematic for example a Zionist, god forbid a r*pist or anything else and then you post it on your story. As simple as that. In taehyung's case he wouldn't even have to scroll down through the page to see it's problematic cause the initial posts are enough. The work would have been done in 3sec max.

He was irresponsible and holding him accountable for that is not accusing him of doing some crime. They're human and can make mistakes and if we accept that they're capable of making mistakes idt it's making anyone bad. There's no need of big explanation for this.

He said the "n" word on his live but he didn't do anything wrong, he wore a durag on his live but yeah he didn't know about it, he was irresponsible for making a mistake which gave antis bigger platform to hate on his member but yes he's he's got no time for it. y'alls ability to keep defending every single thing the boys do is something else. The only thing people said is he should have been more careful but nahhh we're hating him just for saying this, we're making big deal out of nothing, we're his antis for saying that damn. I would have said the exact same words as "He should have been more careful with these things" if my bias was in place of taehyung.

QUICK NOTICE: I am still VERY MUCH in my not announced Not-Really-Answering-Asks era, (Colosseum is closed and all that stuff you know…) THAT BEING SAID, some of the asks I have been receiving [due to yesterday’s “ARMY debacle”] happen to serve themselves as perfect scenarios for me to point out some aspects of me that I really would want to make VERY CLEAR & UNDERSTOOD.

Hi Anon,

So, you believe all of this to be a very very very basic and simple thing, right?If that is the case why are you here? I obviously don’t think the same way you do, but I’m not even asking you to. Own up to what you believe and roll it, why justifying yourself? you are not on trial. The only thing people said is he should have been more careful but nahhh we're hating him just for saying this, we're making big deal out of nothing, we're his antis for saying that damn. Do you feel like you are making a big deal? Are you an anti? If the answer to both questions is no, then why you stressing bro?

You see, I haven’t formed the habit of just considering everything in a very very very basic and simple way I clearly was absent that day particularly when I see underlying problems. So then, if I see a problem, I try to get to the root of it and see what can be done. Reason why when Tae said the n-word, I addressed the issue accordingly:

By the way, I also emailed BigHit about it

And let me tell you right away, I ain’t finna weight a singer mouthing the n-word while singing, in the same way I would weight a singer that came to me, called me the n-word and told me to die. Sorry, I’m not wired like that and let me make this abundantly clear for future Anons:

I will ALWAYS consider motive, circumstance, chance and any other factor surrounding an incident/accident upon casting ANY KIND of judgement, be it the most complicated case in history or the “simplest” hiccup ever. ALWAYS, because I strive to always treat people the same way I would want to be treated. I refuse to live in a white and black world, that's the whole point of this blog. BUT I also match energy, so be warned 😗✌🏾.

So actually you can really miss me with the whole He was irresponsible and holding him accountable for that is not accusing him of doing some crime like it would be so great if people knew how to take a step back and properly assess situations. If you went to a court of law wanting to sue Tae for “reposting a picture of himself from a random IG post” how do you think that will hold up in court?

I mean, besides the fact that just scrolling down someone’s page will not always tell you exactly who they are at a first glance, I mean I know I don’t have 60 million followers but when I get some gifs or pics from the internet, to use on whatsapp, I never check the source, I probably should uh? Seems like everyone does … sorry I’m late to the party! how is Tae reposting a story which, once again, has a picture of himself, the same as endorsing what the person is doing on their page? 

Did Tae ask people to follow said account?

Did Tae compliment the account holder, or its content?

Did Tae ask said account to be a shipper account?

The fact that ARMY felt obliged to follow said account is on ARMY and ARMY SOLELY.

Like, I dunno, if you go to a page and you see that its content is questionable, are you not gonna flag it? But that's just me.

It is not Taehyung's responsibility to make sure that people have and use common sense. The fact that the Tannies are now having to be responsible for rectifying some ARMY’s failed education which should have been provided to them by at least parents/guardians and/or teachers is very mind boggling to me. Because, on this occasion, what exactly are you holding Tae accountable for? Sure, he has influence but he is not Charles Manson FFS. The whole “he could have liked a Zionist page, r***ist, etc” was a complete after-thought brought about as a way to talk back to the fact that the actual issue that caused this whole debacle is SHIPPING, but we ain’t ready to tackle that just yet. Cause where was this energy when JK actually started following all those random ass accounts on TikTok? Naah, you really can miss me with that.

Actually, I have a wish for this fandom. My wish is for this fandom to be able to have balanced responses to issues, without creating issues upon issues upon issues … One day this fandom will learn to also use words in an unnecessarily provocative way, which hey, I’m cool, I can be your punching bag all day, I don’t assimilate so whatever, but that bird app … boooiii, people get triggered AF! … for example where you wrote y'alls ability to keep defending every single thing the boys do is something else why you grouping me there bro? Something like “some of y'alls ability to keep defending every single thing the boys do is something” little things like that help fostering amicable conversations, because you are not an anti so no need to retaliate if you don’t relate. Right?

Anyways, all that to say that I disagree, but we ain’t gotta agree so, all cool. If you feel that what you doing is right, then you keep doing you, ayte? Thanks for stopping by!

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.

PS - sorry for the lack of gifs, I’m feeling a bit under the weather and it takes me forever to make my own gifs and I am trying to keep a rectangular gif aesthetic, most of all gifs in the internet are a bit squary I don’t think that is a word but whateve’s.

[dearweirdme]

I know all of the members get hate but there's a really weird element to the hate Taehyung gets in that so many people seem to respond to it with an attitude that 'it is what it is' and he should just eat shit and deal with it because 1) All idols get hated on 2) All BTS members get hated on 3) His popularity means more hate is expected 4) It's his own fault for smoking, dating, breathing etc

Like with ANY other member, you're allowed and able to call out the hate and criticism and have it be acknowledged by the general fandom and taken for what it is and responded to with the same energy but with Tae, shrugging it off and undermining it by responding with whataboutisim is considered a completely fair and normal response.

0T7s, neutrals and even some of his own fans will actively argue against trying to defend him, in general.

I honestly don't know why there is such a disparity that leads to uproar when another member is hated on and a 'meh, that's life' response when it's Taehyung but the disparity does exist and I've even seen other people who don't have any investment in Tae or BTS calling it out.

I'm not talking about most of the people following this blog, but I do feel that some of the people leaving these asks might fall into the category of believing themselves his fans or neutral at least but still holding him to different standards than they do the others.

Because for too many people who consider themselves 0T7 or neutral; criticising the other members is a travesty and unacceptable but criticising and passively undermining Taehyung is fair and just a matter of opinion.

He is so misunderstood. Some people genuinely believe he's cold and bitchy so that justifies the fandom being harder on him but if they used an ounce of brain matter they'd realise that every single person who knows him adores him. They want to protect him and shower him with love---even those who are younger than him. Not a single person who actually knows him speaks badly about him. His friends value him so highly and want to be around him and he's clearly such a bright presence in their lives.

But some people still act like he's earned the hate and criticism he gets, to a degree, and should just eat his lumps over it.

And it's not about popularity because I could write two posts today; one undermining Tae and one undermining Jimin or JK, for example and we all know the responses would be so different in how such criticism was tolerated.

BTS unfortunately counter a lot of negativity as a group and individuals but there's a different level of acceptance as to how negativity is tolerated and received when it comes to Taehyung, imo.

Hi anon!

I hate it, there’s absolutely nothing in this fandom that bothers me more than the way some people think of Tae. When I think of Tae, I think of kindness, of cuddles, of patience, of attention, of hime wanting to make others feel good. And sure, there’s some edges on him (thankfully) but I cannot understand how anyone sees Tae and thinks of him as a conniving, attention seeker.

[onlylovekpop]

Not Today | Kim Tae Hyung | One-Shot

v (bts) + you (reader) word count: 2,163 warnings: nothing inappropriate in this one a tiny bit of some peril, danger talk and there’s a little kissing but nothing further a/n: this was supposed to be a story i was writing for this blog years ago that i scrapped but it works as a oneshot there wont be another installment

What if you lived in a world where following your dreams was a crime? Would you still do it, no matter how high the cost may be? The truth is most of us wouldn’t. The majority of us live our lives like this – surviving, simple as that.

But every once and a while, you meet someone who doesn’t follow this pattern; someone who would rather die than to breathe against their own will. If they cannot have what they want most, then they are willing to sacrifice everything else.

She was called “wild one” or “little rebel” by her teachers and commanders. A never-ending whirlwind of energy and insatiable curiosity, she was considered the ultimate test by her superiors. A test of their patience, mainly.

It was for these same reasons V thought she was literal human perfection. Not like the rest of them, she was unique. For as long as he could remember, V was built to be just like his brothers. They were meant to be machines, taking orders and never stepping out of line.

Meanwhile, she danced over that line, even marred how boldly it lay across the floor. The girl was fearless. And that terrified everyone else.

Perched in rigid formation over their desks, the students dutifully studied the equations, solving them at lightning speed. Meanwhile, she snuck a book from her lap and read eagerly, devouring the words so intently she forgot to blink.

The commander was there, snatching the novel from her hands and shouting angrily in her face before smacking the book over the back of her head. She flinched and covered her eyes with her hands, preparing for more punishments.

For the first time in his life, V burned hotly, feeling the urge to protect her, to defend this innocence she clung to so tightly. But for now, he bit his tongue and stared at her profile, waiting for her to lower her hands. He wanted to know if she was crying.

Her hands dropped to her lap, a look of solid defiance on her face, but she said nothing. She focused on the equations, evaluating them in her head before feeling the pair of eyes on her features.

Turning slightly, she met his gaze, brow furrowing in mixed curiosity and irritation. V froze, his breath catching in his throat. It was against the rules to speak during class, but her lips were pursing like she was about to tell him something.

Then, she hesitated, blinking slowly before returning to the symbols on her desk. V finally exhaled the mouthful of air he had been holding in and mimicked her, but couldn’t shake the feeling he needed to speak to her.

After class, most of the students marched in formation, but she lingered, swaying back and forth, as if dancing to a tune in her head. V plucked up his courage and slowed until he was at her side.

“You should have known they would see the book,” V chastised, voice lowered.

She glanced up, piqued with curiosity, and snickered. “Of course, I knew. But I had to finish that chapter.”

V was startled, earning a very amused grin from the girl at his reaction. She continued on, marching to her own beat, and V inevitably followed, picking her strange brain for more answers.

“What’s that great about reading anyway?” V asked brashly.

She shrugged and told him, “For as long as you read, you’re in a different world. You’re leading a different life.”

V cocked an eyebrow, not convinced it was a healthy pastime. “What’s wrong with this world, then?” he pressed, drifting his gaze to her hands, how they interlocked daintily behind her back.

Rolling her eyes, she mumbled, “You even have to ask.”

The days rolled by and those words stuck with V like an ache he couldn’t soothe. Whenever the opportunity rose, he broke rank or skipped out of line to talk to the little rebel, finding he smiled more to the point his cheeks would hurt. It was such a weird sensation - the muscles of his face finally being used.

She made things brighter; this naïve view of life being more idealistic and hopeful than the harsh reality they were trained to survive. Imagination was her middle name and V constantly had to bring her back to earth when she soared into the clouds.

“I have a present for you,” whispered V, sneaking up behind her and resting his head on her shoulder.

She giggled, not dissuaded by how comfortable he had finally become over the course of many weeks. The two had started loosely referring to each other as “friend.” It was a word that didn’t get much mileage in a place like this, but both V and the Wild One liked the taste of it.

“What is it?” she asked excitedly.

V held out his hand and she studied it momentarily, shifting to the mischievous look in his eyes and trusting it wholeheartedly. She took his outstretched fingers and let him lead her to a corridor.

“Sit here,” V ordered, pointing at one of the windows, its ledge cut in the stone of the hallway. She gawked in confusion before obeying after a few insistent nudges from her friend.

Resting in the small alcove, she gripped the bars covering the glass to the outside and gazed at the sun, eyes burning pleasantly at the rays. Then, she turned back to V.

“No, turn around,” V continued.

She exhaled, impatient, and told him, “If I turn, I’ll fall.”

“No, you won’t,” V asserted, angling until his back was facing her. “Your back will rest against my back, that way, you’re viewing the window.”

She wrinkled her nose, once again considering how strange her friend was, but relented, sitting with legs overlapped and leaning back into the hallway. V’s wide shoulders were there, leveraging against her to keep her securely locked in the alcove, baking in the distant summer sun.

“This is,” she started, searching for a word that would adequately cover how cute but extremely weird the gesture was. “Nice, V.”

“There’s more,” V chattered, pulling something from his backpack and holding it over his shoulder until it rubbed against her neck.

She took it in her hands and gasped, recognizing the book she had been parted from for so long. “V, how did you…?” she began, fanning the pages to assure herself it was the same old novel.

V shrugged against her back and exclaimed quietly, “Your friend has the highest score levels in stealth and infiltration specialties. I thought you knew?”

She laughed in sheer delight and V felt his cheeks burn happily. “You are my favorite, V,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes as she quickly found where she had left off.

“Taehyung,” he murmured. “My real name is Taehyung.”

She froze, swallowing harshly. “We’re not supposed to ever use our real names.”

“I know, but you and me, we are friends,” V continued, cheerful as ever.

The little rebel grinned widely, rubbing her eyes with her knuckles to keep the grateful tears at bay. “Thank you, Taehyung,” she whispered under her breath. “I really mean it.”

V wiggled against her back and teased, “You are wasting precious reading time, Oh Great Wild One. Get to it.”

She snickered and felt perfectly safe and secure with V hiding her in the stone hideaway. It was one of the old corridors, not used as much anymore, but the occasional student or teacher merely acknowledged V as if all was normal. He pretended to be in deep meditation and couldn’t be disturbed.

Knees curled to her chest, she cradled the book in her arms like an old friend. In less than an hour, she devoured the story, finally reading its end and clutching the precious thing to her chest.

“Alright, it’s over,” she murmured, turning in the alcove to face her bodyguard.

He remained still and whispered, “Quick, tuck it into my backpack until we get to the dorms.”

She did as told and immediately wrapped her arms around V’s shoulders, letting him carry her momentarily as she hugged him tightly. Her lips brushed his ear and she sighed, “You’re my favorite, V.”

“You said that already,” he teased, reaching up and pinching her nose. Inadvertently, when he turned to flash that smile at her, their lips touched and both jolted in opposite directions.

“Sorry,” V quickly apologized, but she was smirking at him, not the least bit afraid or embarrassed.

“Come here, Taehyung,” she ordered softly, striding forward and cupping his face with her dainty hand.

This time when their lips met, she was confident, pressing into him and letting a shared breath pass between their mouths. V’s eyes had widened at first, but he easily caved and melted into her touch, clutching her wrist as she held his cheek.

“We need to go,” V eventually rasped once they had broken apart. She was blushing and V imagined he burned an even brighter shade of red in comparison. Clearing his throat, he offered to escort her back to the dorm.

He sat awake that night, thinking about how this little rebel made him feel; about her, about himself, about the world. It didn’t make sense, but at the same time, he understood it completely and effortlessly.

As he tossed and turned, V suddenly heard the sound of his window opening and lurched to attention. He laughed with relief when she crawled into his dorm room.

“Shh,” she teased, holding a finger over her mouth as she crept inside, sauntering to his bed and leaping on to his mattress.

“What are you doing?” V exclaimed quietly.

She flopped to her side next to him, curling into a comfortable position and resting her head on his pillow. “I can’t sleep. Can you?” she questioned.

“Not at all,” he replied, settling alongside her, their noses nearly touching.

She sighed, closing her eyes and imagining a better world. V studied the long curve of her lashes, the rosiness of her cheeks. He listened to her breaths fall into a steady rhythm. And he fell asleep all too easily.

For weeks, they carried on with this dangerous game. Until they grew too careless.

Other notices the changes in V and they knew she had corrupted him. The two spent every minute of every day and night together, whispering to themselves and smiling when the others only knew to frown.

On a mercilessly cold winter morning, the students were gathered outside for training when all heads turned toward the doors, listening to screams growing closer. She was trapped between two commanders, held at the arms as they dragged her, kicking and swearing into the courtyard.

V didn’t hesitate this time. He knew in his heart that this was love. She was his to protect now.

“Stop it,” V shouted, rushing toward her and immediately snared by adjacent guards.

She fought like hell; shoes scraping through the brittle ground as the sentries all too easily brought her to the wall, the only barrier between this safe haven and the rest of the world.

“No, please,” V wailed, realization dawning on him.

The wild one couldn’t be tamed. She had to be cast out.

Other students merely watched, relieved they weren’t being sent into the apocalypse waiting outside.

V was frantic, thrashing in an attempt to come to her side, to take her in his arms and defend her. A guard made a threat, offering him the choice of joining her in desolation.

She turned, halting in her struggles to look over her shoulder, tears pouring from her eyes. “No, Taehyung,” she shouted at the top of her lungs. “Let me go.”

V was undone. He came to a stop, mirroring her as they stared at one another, both wedged between guards ready to toss them into the oblivion.

“I’m wild, too,” he said, for her alone to understand. “I don’t want to ever forget my name.”

She sobbed harder, shivering.

V made his intentions known as the sentries released him. He strode to her, the most confident steps he had ever taken in his life, and held her face, whispering, “You’re my favorite. If you don’t belong here, then neither do I.”

She took steadying breaths, composing herself until she felt the grips lighten on her arms. V tipped her chin up and pressed a quick kiss on her lips, affirming he was no machine. He would follow what his heart wanted, whenever it wanted.

“You and me,” V told her firmly.

Nodding, she took his hands, the guards releasing her completely, knowing she had accepted her fate. A fate that was shared.

V walked toward the doors nestled in the wall, listening to them groan and roar as they opened for the first time in months. Hand in hand, the two approached the barrier as it gaped before them, light pouring in and blinding their eyes.

And then they were gone.

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