#we did all give a standing ovation of applause at the end tho

[hiatus-xix]

me when i throw my steve out of my pocket like a pokemon to let him battle my dark thoughts for me

[guktwt]

love yourself tour experience! ♡  japan and singapore

hi! so i’ve been wanting to make a post like this for a while on twitter but i hate twitter rn so here i am. this january i was blessed with the opportunity to attend love yourself in nagoya (japan) and singapore and honestly? it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i wanted to share my experience because really, concerts in japan and everywhere are else are so different, right from ticketing and the show itself. i thought you guys would find it interesting? and also i need to let this out ahhh keeping to myself is not going to do me any good :( anyways, i hope you find this post somewhat entertaining 💞

under the cut because this got really long sorry 

♡ love yourself in nagoya ♡

first of all, tickets. getting concert tickets (and any ticket, really) in japan is tricky. most kpop groups in japan have a fanclub and if you’re a member, you get the benefit of applying for tickets first (like a presale!). did i say apply? yes i did. in japan, ticketing for concerts adopts a lottery system for presale and general sales usually a month later. 

for presale through fc, you’d have to apply for a lottery on a website and wait to find out if you win or not. you need a fc membership (paid), which also needs you to have a japanese phone number and address in order to apply. and you HAVE to pay your presale tickets in japan because you need to pay them in a convenient store. complicated, i know. FC presale tickets usually give the best seats. there’s no gurantee, but that’s usually the case. fortunately for me, i have a cousin residing in japan to help me with the address (you really need it, they’re going to ship you your membership card) and i found someone on twitter to help me make the payment. if you a apply for lottery, there’s no guarantee you’ll win. so you can apply as many times as you want with a maximum of 2 tickets for each shows. i think i used up all of my luck with this one [sobs]. FC presales usually have more than one round lotteries. 

general sales is much simpler. i dont have enough experience to know the details but it’s usually up on japanese ticketing websites and can use credit cards? dont know if foreign ccs are accepted though. 

oh and all tickets for all sections cost the same!!! so doesn’t matter if you get the best view or worst it’s all equal 

/if you have more questions about this don’t hesitate to send me an ask i don’t know much but i’ve read a lot about it/

you can’t know your seat until a week (or a month? idk) before the concert, when it’s time for you to print your tickets at the same convenient store (yes you have to print them and you can only do it once so don’t lose the damn thing!!). my seat was really good!!! i didn’t get floor sadly but my section was right in front of the extended stage so i got a great view. 

i arrived in nagoya a day before the concert (i spent a week in tokyo beforehand) and queued for merch!!! it was winter so it wasn’t hot at all and the japanese really know how to line up. everything is so organized like??? i was so amazed. i spent a good 4 hours queueing before getting my items and even then a lot of the things i wanted were sold out quickly :( 

and then comes the concert day!!!! basically since it was all seating tickets i didn’t have to worry about queueing for entry but i did queue for merch again,,,, from 4 am. let me tell you how devoted people are there when it comes to queueing. some actually stayed from the afternoon? and it was winter. crazy. 

i entered the dome an hour before the show started and the staff were so kind and helpful whenever i asked for help (i couldn’t find my seat). and everyone around is so kind and warm :( i didn’t really interact with a lot of people due to the language barrier but they’re so . polite. 

and moving on to the show!!!!!! japan has strict rules about recording so i couldn’t do any of that [:(] but honestly it just made me enjoy everything better. of course they were amazing on stage and their japanese were so cute :( i still can’t get over nagoya, nekkoya my pure babies!!! 

and uh . taehyung. so damn fine. can’t believe i was part of the first people to see him reveal his blue hair. and i can’t stress this enough but his gaze when he looks at the audience... i felt the love and fondness in his eyes i wanted to CRY. 

and jimin!!! was so clingy towards joon the whole night ugh we love a baby koala. and jungkook :( he introduced himself as kookoo im so fucking sad. the second he said kookoo desu i was ready to give up my firstborn for him. 

hoseok was a fucking machine. he’s so charismatic on stage i can’t handle him. and seokjin was full on crackhead mode :( we stan a whole legend i love love him so much. my mans yoongi was so?? small yet not??? i wanna put him in my pocket. my mans joon was looking like a whole snacc. all legs and dimples.  

honestly what struck me the most was how everyone gave seokjin a standing ovation and applause after epiphany???? that was my first time seeing something like that and i just started tearing up because it was so beautiful. people were so respectful they didn’t scream or shout when bangtan were doing their ending ments. the fanchants were absolutely on point!!! whenever bangtan bowed i actually spotted some people in my section bowing in return and i was !!!! oh my god 

but on another note you’d think that japanese fans are quiet during shows but theyre really not. they’re loud as hell too they just know when to shut up and listen and i think that’s beautiful. 

the whole thing passed by really quickly. i felt hollow and empty by the time it ended but i have to say that it was the most relaxing and chill concert experience i’ve ever had. it just feels so different than my previous concerts. the only downside about it is the no recording part (i could’ve been sneaky but staff was right in front of my section) i guess. but without worrying about my phone i got to watch them perform. like actually watch them. it felt euphoric. 

♡ love yourself in singapore ♡

ah. 

so for singapore, i got cat 1 purple 2 tickets at first. but because me and my friend wanted yellow initially, we managed to find someone who wanted to trade with us. 

i arrived at the venue at 6 am because i had to distribute banners and fans for my fan support. here’s a pic of them!!!! 

basically for standing ticket holders we were required to queue by 12:30 pm and fortunately my qn got the indoor holding area so i didn’t stay under the heat for long. we started moving to the venue at around 3 or 4 pm even thought they said it would be 2:30 pm. because my qn was large by the time i got inside all the good spots were already taken :( i ended up at the very back sigh and we had to wait for another 2-3 hours before the show starts. it was hot and everyone was thirsty. some people in the pit wanted to sit down but some also stood up so it was rlly cramped :/ 

everyone was hyped tho even when mvs were played. and then when the lights dimmed and the show finally started was where things got really,,, rowdy. when the first beat of idol played everyone pushed forward??? the amount of times i got squished and elbowed and pushed aside... man it was hectic. if you’re claustrophobic please do NOT go for standing in concerts. 

but that aside of course it was amazing loud and crazy. there were accidents here and there. at one point several people actually fell down but everyone helped everyone up. some people got mad and started yelling and others but that’s understandable. it was hot and cramped of course you’d get cranky. 

funny story i got my period two hours before the show and basically bled through my vagina for 3 hours as i watched 7 fine men go off on stage. 

but anyways. 

me and my friend managed to finesse our way from the back row to the third row because we’re amazing. no we did not push if you were there the pit was always moving so we just. squeezed through i guess. i was so fucking tired but when so what came on i forgot that my pants were like fucking soaked and just jammed the fuck out with everyone. they got really close to my section during this and i cant believe i got to see taejin dance together like clubbing buddies. jin is so goofy!!!!!! 

oh but fuck you guys jimin up close is ethereal. he looks so fucking unreal i couldn’t keep my eyes off of him throughout the whole thing. none of the pictures can ever do his beauty justice. he’s so fucking beautiful and i was starstruck. and he sang promise!!! i fucking couldn’t believe he did it. one word to describe him is definitely godly. 

namjoon was so hyped and loud too :( gosh he’s so adorable. hoseok looked crazy beautiful up close too. his aura.... fucking amazing. YOONGI ALSO MADE THE CUTEST EXPRESSION AFTER JIMIN SANG PROMISE I SQEUALED. gosh i was actually really close despite not getting barricade i feel like crying thinking about it now. 

jungkook went so close to my section during so what i got a good fancam of him that i can’t stop watching :( jimin slipped during dna my poor baby but he just laughed it off :(((( 

they all looked prettier irl tbh. they have such nice skin??? and all that shit about jimin being short... well guess what fuckers he’s all LEGS. man. i think i left that stadium as a jimin stan. 

taehyung’s so hot i wanna die n i want the whole of rapline to spit on me thx.

fun times aside the pit is hell. luckily the staff were responsible and gave us drinks after each set of performances. and everyone kind of just understood each other. whenever someone looked like they were about to faint people asked if they were okay. we helped each other and gave each other drinks. at one point during the show i crouched down because i was exhausted and someone asked if i was okay or if i wanted some candy. 

hellish experiences aside, there’s a mutual understanding between everyone in the pit. like, we’re in this together. i’m sweaty and thirsty and tired but i’m here for one thing and so is everyone else. it’s a good feeling. i mean, yeah, i was drenched in sweat and water but. it’s a good feeling. here are some pics!!!! (i have more videos bu t i cba to tak e screenshots ajsjs sorry)

also met some of my twitter mutuals <3 love u guys 

perhaps this is it for my experience post? yeah you can see how different nagoya and singapore were. it was exciting to be able to experience them both. now back to my post concert depression and withdrawal :(

[alexanderhamllton]

A Lovely Night (2/3) [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

PART 1

Summary: What happens when Lin’s path and yours cross while trying to make it into Broadway?

Word count: 2,568

Warnings: Alcohol mention and some light cursing. Also usage of some FLS content from 2012 even tho this story is set in 2007 oops. 

A/N: PART TWO IS HERE! This took me and Nat forever to figure out and I’m so glad @down4usnavy decided to help out because her idea was amazing. I really hope you guys like it! Also part three will (hopefully) come very soon!

askbox | ren’s masterlist | nat’s masterlist

“Don’t make me physically drag you outside, [Y/N]!” Natalie barged into your room already dressed up, opening your closet and looking for something for a few seconds, throwing a yellow dress at you.

“I agreed to the party last time, I’m not going again.” You hugged your pillow and resolutely stared at her, ignoring the dress.

“But I saw you talking to a cute guy last time! And this time it’s just a bar, how bad can it be?” Natalie countered, her voice echoing in the hallway as she left your room.

You laughed into the pillow, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, a cute guy who left just as I was about to begin my rant. Total asshole.”

“Exactly!” Sabrina shouted, also already dressed up. She poked her head in your room. “Give the universe a chance to redeem itself. You’ll find that someone in the crowd this time.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine.” You put on the dress, fixed your hair and makeup, and entered the living room to the cheers from the other girls.

“I knew you’d come through her, Nat” Sabrina grinned, taking your hand and pulling you outside. As much as you loved driving, in a cab you appreciated how you could sit back and watch the view that you could never get bored of. You were wondering how much electricity this city used to light up the neon signs at night when the cab halted and you had to hop out.

From the outside, the bar looked quite generic and non-descript. There was a chalkboard next to the entrance that said ‘Freestyle Love Supreme LIVE!’ You sighed, expecting the night to pass with second-rate live music and mediocre drinks. The inside of the bar, however, was thrumming with electricity. Everyone was talking over each other, clinking their glasses and smiling. One of the men onstage holding a mic yelled something, and laughter rippled through the audience.

“Cool place, huh?” Natalie asked, handing you a drink.

You accepted it and shrugged. “Not bad. Do you know the group that’s performing?”

She shook her head and squinted at the stage. “No idea. They seem to be freestyling, though.” She furrowed her eyebrows, listening intently. You followed her gaze and indeed, they were freestyling. About... Ramen?

“Jonathan, this is your mother!” Your jaw dropped when you hear the familiar voice. The audience laughed with the interaction between a really skinny indian dude and the guy you recognized as Lin. His impersonation was on point, so it was really hard to keep a straight face as he rapped about the dangers of going to a rooftop. But you did. No way you would give him the satisfaction after the dick-move he pulled the other night.

As the show went on, you took a seat on a far away table. As the group on stage introduced themselves, you started to add names to the faces: The indian dude? Utk. The host, Two-Touch. As he introduced the next segment, you were trying really hard not to be charmed by Lin’s crazy freestyling skills.

“Now let’s talk places. What’s your favorite place in New York City?” Two-Touch pointed the mic to the audience, that started to yell random locations such as the GWB and the Met. Your brain ran a thousand miles per hour to find somewhere, something, that would push Lin’s buttons.

“The Imperial Theatre!” You shouted. The eyes of almost everyone there were on you, and that’s when you noticed how loud your voice was. Lin’s eyes grew wider and his lips turned into a fine line before he brought the mic closer to them.

“I’ll take the Imperial.” He said, looking at you like he could poke holes in your skull.

“Okay then! Sooooo… What you know about the Imperial, the Imperial?” Two-Touch started the song and Shockwave brought the beats in the very next second, the smirk not leaving your face as Lin got ready to start his freestyle rap.

The rhymes came out of his mouth in an unbelievable speed. As he spit verses about the Imperial’s history and how many amazing shows ran there, one verse, the last verse, ringed a bell: “But that theater won’t be a symbol of my failure, just a reminder that i can be my own saviour.”

You raised your eyebrows while slow-clapping at him, getting a smile in response. As the show progressed, his verses got better and better. He’d look at you after every rhyme he was proud of, almost like he was checking if you were impressed by his skills.

You were, but he didn’t need to know that.

The performance ended with applauses and cheering from the audience, but you stood there only with a smile, clapping discreetly while the other girls were giving FLS an standing ovation, motivated mostly by the alcohol in their bodies. You, in the other hand, were as sober as always, too distracted to even touch your glass. If Lin-Manuel wanted a game, that’s what you were going to play.

The group came off stage straight to the bar, being stopped a few times for pictures and compliments. They were almost a small gang, but everyone was be able to see they were capable of doing really  big things in the future. As they ordered his drinks, Lin spotted your table once again, taking his drink -and his friends- with him when he decided to approach you.

“Party girl, hey!” He chanted, making your roommates giggle.

“You’re probably the first person that called her that, like, ever.” Sabrina commented, and you slapped her arm playfully, but giving her a dirty look. “What? It’s true.”

“Whatever.” You mumbled for her, before turning to Lin with a fake smile. “Hi, guy that left me talking to myself the other night!”

“Ouch, that had to hurt.” The guy you recognized as Utk had his arm around Lin’s shoulder, the other hand already occupied with a glass of something from the bar. “I couldn’t help but notice you lovely ladies from the stage. Does any of you want to dance?”

Natalie looked at you with like someone who asks permission, and apparently the eye roll you did was understood as encouragement. “See you later, girls!”

“So, I think it’s only fair for me to ask you a dance.” Lin said, offering his hand with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, sadly I can’t because… Because I’m going to dance with Sabrina!”

“Wait, what?” The confused look on your friends face made Lin’s eyebrows rise, but you didn’t stutter.

“Yeah, you promised a dance! Let’s go.” You held her hand, obligating her to leave the half-full drink at the table. “See ya!”

As you pulled Sabrina through the mass of people all the way to the dance floor, you could feel his eyes on your back, and you weren’t sure how that made you feel. But you didn’t care.

At least that’s what you initially thought.

While the beat of the songs made you move your trained body in the rythm, your eyes would always snap back to the bar, where Lin was absently chatting with his friends, but his eyes were on you every once in awhile. You knew because you were checking on him too. Two songs went by and Sabrina was not having any of your games. “Go talk to him!”

“What? No!” You held her hand for a second, and she squeezed before letting go. “I won’t go there, Sab.”

“[Y/N], then go home! He’s clearly on your head by now, you’re not having fun anymore.”

“Of course I am!” You quickly replied, not being able to face her while saying the blatant lie. “Okay, maybe you’re right. I’ll go home.”

“But we’re splitting a cab!”

“Here.” You opened your purse, giving her 10 bucks you gained from tips during the week. “I’ll take the subway, I’ll be fine.”

“Whatever you say. Be safe!”

“Always!” You answered, already leaving the dance floor and heading to the door. The summer breeze hits you, together with the rush of people and cars that never seem to stop in New York City. You walk halk a block before hearing a familiar voice behind you:

“Hey!” You stop walking for a second and look back, not bothering to completely turn around. “Hey, I didn’t get a chance to catch your name.”

“Well you were pretty okay with that the other night so...” You started to walk again, but this time he was right next to you.

“You see, I wasn’t. Like at all, it sucked that I came back to the balcony and you weren’t there anymore.”

“I waited for you but then I had to go home and move on with my life!” You replied dramatically, rising your brows and getting a head tilt in response.

“Waited what? Fifteen minutes?”

“Forty five.” You said, now having the subway entrance on your line of vision and stopping for second, Lin almost out of breath for following your quick pace. “You see, I’d love to stay in the middle of the street and talk, except I don’t. So, if you excuse me-”

“Okay, wait a second.” You stopped mid-motion, taking a deep breath before turning to him again, arms crossed and ready to listen. “First, can you please tell me your name?”

“[Y/N]. [Y/L/N].” You replied, trying to hide a smile that was beginning to grow on your face. You were an actress, you had to keep it together.

“Nice to meet you, [Y/N], I’m Lin.” He replied, offering his hand for the second time that night.

“Lin, I know who you-”

“Please? Can you just… Go with it?” He snapped, and you shook his hand after rolling your eyes. He was ridiculous. “Nice, firm handshake. Okay, so where are you going this late at night?”

“Uh… Home. I live in NoHo so it’s just a subway ride away.” You pointed to the subway entrance by the end of the block.

“No way, me too!” His hand flew to his chest in surprise, and you couldn’t help but feel there was something wrong there. “We can go together, I walked too far from the bar for me to come back anyway”.

“Okay… Will your friends be okay?” You asked, now walking a bit slower than before towards the station.

“They’ll be fine, don’t worry.” You nodded, not noticing you stopped walking to stare at him for a second. “Let’s go?”

As you went down the stairs to the subway station you noticed the lack of people there and mentally thanked Lin for being there with you. Not that you would actually thank him, you were too proud for that. Entering the subway car, Lin motioned for you to take one of the very few empty seats, choosing to stay hanging next to you. Two stops later, the person next to you left and he joined you on the seat.

The ride went smoothly, you made small comments about the other night and that started a whole ramble from his part about the musical he wrote about the neighborhood he grew up and how close it was from being done. You both laughed at how mad he was when you reminded him of the Imperial Theatre fiasco and you had to give him props for turning into a killer freestyle rap. He asked you about what you did, and you explained the whole “small town girl that went to New York to chase her actress dreams and became a barista” cliche. He found it inspiring, somehow. “Since when lattes are inspiring?”

“Since the beginning of time, [Y/N]. God only knows how many times caffeine saved my ass from writer’s block.” You giggled at his answer as the subway announced your stop. How long have you two talked?

“This is us.” You got up and he went right behind you, all the way to outside the station. The night got colder from when you entered the subway, making you hug yourself while walking beside Lin towards your building. You were looking down when you felt his jacket falling over your shoulders. “Thanks”

“No problem.” His smile was translated to his words, and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“So, where do you live?” You asked, turning your face to him.

“Uh, a couple blocks that way, but I can… You know, get you home first.” He shrugged.

“Oh, okay.”

You both walked side by side, not minding the silence. It was a comfortable silence, just knowing he was there and you weren’t getting home by yourself. When you both got to your building, you stopped by the porch and got up the steps as he waited in the sidewalk for you to get in safely. When you opened the door, you turned at him, smiling before he nodded and turned around, back to the same route you walked together.

Your hand hesitated in the doorknob for a few second before turning to the street, looking for the dark haired guy: “Lin!”

He turned to you the same second, the streetlights shadowing his face but not hiding his smile. “Yeah?”

“Your jacket.” You replied, removing the piece from yourself and hanging on your fingers. He quickly walked back to you, taking the jacket from your hands. “And I didn’t get your phone number.”

“Oh. That’s true.” You opened your purse, taking your phone and handing to him with the ‘new contact’ page open. He did the same thing with his. “So… Goodnight [Y/N].”

“Goodnight Lin, take care.” He chuckled before mimicking a hat tip and returning to his path back home.

Little did you know the path was a little longer than you imagined.

Once he noticed you got in, he rushed back to the subway station, you see, he couldn’t miss the last train back to his neighborhood, in Washington Heights.

He would never admit that, but he liked you from the moment he first saw you on that balcony, the neon lights from the building across the street illuminating your features as you gave him sassy comebacks and joined him on his sorrow. He never thought he’d see you again.

But he did, and you were just as bitter, he needed a way to get to know you. So he lied to make sure you wouldn’t refuse his offer to take you home, and boy he didn’t regret it one bit. The moment he got into the subway car heading to Heights, his phone buzzed from the back pocket of his jeans.

From: [Y/N] Got home safe?

He smiled to the text before typing a reply.

To: [Y/N] You see, funny story, I don’t live in NoHo.

To: [Y/N] I live in the Heights.

His bit his lips watching the speech bubble go on for a second before turning into your reply.

From: [Y/N] Please tell me it’s Morningside Heights and you don’t have to cross the city.

To: [Y/N] Nope, Washington Heights.

From: [Y/N] You’re crazy. And i’m going to sleep, text me when you get home safe.

To: [Y/N] Ok. Sweet dreams, don’t let the monsters catch you!

From: [Y/N] You’re insane.

He laughed at your reply before facing the almost empty train. Maybe he was going crazy, but for some reason it didn’t feel scary at all.