bonus points if you ask me to randomize it !

what’s your muse’s favorite album of all time / favorite artist?

how do they listen to their music? ipod, mp3, computer, cd, records, etc?

do they take baths or showers? do they prefer one over the other?

do they wear their hair down when they sleep, or tied up / braided?

how many blankets / pillows do they like to have on their bed?

what do they normally dream about? nightmares or nonsense?

do they wake up groggy or alert? do they like mornings?

what do they sleep in? pj’s, normal clothes, nothing?

what do they smell like? do they use perfume or cologne?

what shampoo scent do they like the best and why?

bar soap or liquid? do they like loofahs?

do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else?

do they like the room cold or hot when they sleep?

do they stay up too late? do they like staying up?

do they know how to drive? do they like to drive?

do they prefer taxis / buses / subways, etc? or none of the above?

do they have pets? what kind? dogs, cats, etc?

do they prefer cats or dogs? or neither?

what are their phobias? do they have any at all?

what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often?

did they have any fears growing up that they’ve since conquered?

do they have a fear they want to conquer, but haven’t yet?

how do they show fear? sweating, shaking, blankness, anger, etc?

do they have a short temper? what’s most likely to set it off?

do they get scared easily? does loud noises, shouting, etc, scare them?

what are they most passionate about? what could they debate about for hours?

what do they never, ever want to speak of, ever?

do they have kids? do they want kids? if so, how many?

is there something they’d like to change about themselves physically?

is there something about their personality they want to change?

do they have good fashion sense? or do they just wear whatever?

do they critique others easily? do they judge from afar?

are they too hard on themselves over the little things?

are they the jealous type? what are they most likely to be jealous of?

are they possessive over their things? or over other people? both?

would they rather be alone or in a relationship?

what do they think about polyamorous relationships? would they do it?

do they have parents / parental figures? do they have a good relationship with them?

do they have siblings? if so, how many? do they like them?

do they have a big family or a small family? no family?

where would they want to live if they could live anywhere? why?

are they happy in their current living situation? why or why not?

do they like living alone or with another person / other people?

did they go to college, or are they attending? did / do they like it?

what’s their dream job / profession? do they have one?

if they could control one thing in the world, what would it be?

do they like tv shows or movies? or neither?

do they have social media? do they like it or hate it? obsess over it?

do they have a creative outlet? if so, what is it?

he makes a face. he can’t help himself, the muscles of his face acting as if on their own: there’s a tension in his eyebrows, pushing them a bit towards each other, the corners of his mouth turn a little downwards and a nostril on one side flares just slightly. he knows it’s rude, to make that kind of face, upon hearing a music most definitely coming from someone much more experienced than himself, created for someone of such idol caliber as krystal of f(x) herself – but he simply can’t help it. there’s just something in the crude tones of music, the noise it creates, the drafted words attached to it–something that both his mind, heart and body despises even beyond his consciousness and rule over his own reactions.

yoongi would lie if he said he’s not relieved to see that the older female – one of the idols he looked up to with starstruck eyes still a few years back, when he himself was struggling to make it through and not give in to the idea of disbandment – approved of his reaction. more than that, it sparked a whole deal of amusement upon realizing that her one pretty much matched his own.

“it’s just a demo though, right?” he asks, eyebrows still drawn together, but now, rather than an exaggerated expression of distaste, it’s more of an automatic gesture accompanying his thinking process. every company, even every producer, works in their own ways, but some things rarely changed: first, there is a need, there an idea, followed by a rough draft, a demo, moving onto adjustments (or scraping the project, which, in yoongi’s humble opinion, would be the best in this case) and eventually finalizing the track – which meant there’s still plenty of time to fix what’s broken.

“i have no idea how these things work with your label, we… well, i think we’re very lucky to have a lot of power over the creative process of the music itself. i know it’s rarely the case,” yoongi admits, trying to thread his words carefully, as to not accidentally offend the fellow idol or her label–they are a powerhouse on the korean entertainment’s market, and they were it for a reason. yoongi, no matter what and how much he has achieved, is in no position to ill-speak of them. even if, in this particular moment, his feelings are less than impressed.

“but can’t you somehow–impact their decision? i mean, you know your fans best. the management has numbers, sure, but there’s nobody more aware of what is expected by those who has stood by your side for years, than yourself. and in the end, your goal is the same: for the thing you put out to be successful–well, unless there’s something going on behind the scenes and they’re trying to sink you,” it’s a rather open and brave after-thought, and yoongi cringes inwardly at the fact that he voiced it at all; god damn it, min yoongi, hold your fucking genius tongue back sometimes, will you. 

“what i’m saying is, they should at least consider your opinion, if only you come forth with it. tell them it’s garbage–uh, no, don’t tell them exactly that, but–you know. or try fixing it yourself, i mean, it’s not all bad… if you switched tempo here and there, added some beats, and rewrote the atrocious draft of chorus, it might make a bit more sense,” for a second there, he goes into his producer mode, turning in his swivel chair and tapping against the keyboard of his small studio, highlighting some parts on the screen, deleting others, copy-pasting some bits; all done on a demo that surely was adorned by a whole load of confidentiality policies that both of them are breaching at the very moment. oh well. what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over, or something like that.

“i can help,” he says eventually, turning back around in her direction. it takes quite a bit of guts to say that, seeing how he is just a little dot on the entire picture that she is one of the main characters of, but he says it anyway, and he’s slightly proud of himself for this impromptu bravery. “there’s everything you may need here, and sure, it might take some time and efforts and logistic problems, but if you think there’s a chance it may impact their final decision, i think it’s worth trying.”

“sm? trying to sink us? this might sound out of line, speaking badly of them, but since i’m pretty sure they don’t have this place bugged, i think you’re absolutely right.” she leans back in her chair, crossing her legs almost instinctively, lost in thought for a moment as she speaks. “see... the thing is, it’s been like that for a while now. no comebacks, no special track appearances, none of our individual activities mentioned... hell. i do my reading, and people think we’ve already disbanded.” she pauses for a moment, pursing her lips at the rather upsetting notion, before continuing. “i don’t think it’s any secret that it’s been all about red velvet since the moment they debuted. don’t get me wrong... i love those girls. but the company sees how successful they are, and we suddenly look like old news. it’s their changing of the guard, so to speak. maybe i sound a little paranoid, but i think we’re being phased out. and this comeback... this comeback’s success means everything. it could make us, or break us, and i’d really like to not go out like this.”

she lets her words sit for a moment, tilting her head to listen to her companion’s input. he was right; the company should value her opinion. whether or not they would, however, was debatable, but krys was pulled from that thought process when he turned his back to her, changing up some things on the track while she looked on. years back, a younger version of herself would have freaked out― wouldn’t have even had the demo in the first place. but the pressure of knowing she needed to do something had led her to ‘accidentally’ slip the flash drive into her purse when a certain producer had cast his eyes elsewhere. and i can’t say i’m even sorry.

she wasn’t fully expecting the word ‘help,’ but hearing it turned on some sort of light in her, a hopeful smile illuminating her features. “really? would you?” krys beams, and immediately kicks herself for her kid-in-a-candy-store tone of voice. woah there. cool it. she may have had more industry experience than suga, but her repeated listens to his work and that of his group’s had built up a high respect for him in her mind― one that her shyness had previously held her back from expressing. trying to adopt a more relaxed expression, krys still couldn’t help nodding vigorously. “i mean... if you have the time, my whole group would be so grateful. i just know that something good can come of this, and... knowing what i do about the things you’ve already worked on, i trust your judgement. i’ll help too!... if i can. i’m not as versed in all of this as you,” she admits, waving her hand toward his monitor, “but i might be able to help tell what sounds good... again, if it’s not too much to ask.”

weddings were supposed to be a happy moment in life, and for the two people getting married it was. however for jaeyong, he was less than enthusiastic about the nuptials. he didn’t care much for weddings, they were a big waste of money in his opinion, but since it was his brother who was getting married, jaeyong supposed he could act happy just this once. once he had said his best man speech and had his plate of food from the buffet, jaeyong made his way to his table only to run into someone and simultaneously drop the food on his plate at the same time. “my shrimp!” he said, a slight pout forming on his lips before turning his attention towards the person he’d run into. “ah i’m so sorry, i should have been paying attention to where I was going.”

        (   part of the youtube starter series   )

‘ in their defense, it was christmas eve.   ’ ‘  oh, so it’s fine if people die on christmas eve.  ’ ‘  i’m not saying i’m condoning them for being seven hours late to a fire that was 2.5 miles away.  ’ ‘  it’s just not– not great.  ’ ‘  alright, i think we’ve solved it! it’s been fun! see you later!  ’ ‘  i will set your house on fire and your children will die.  ’ ‘  seems a little on-the-nose for me.  ’ ‘  agree to agree.  ’ ‘  what are we doing here?  ’ ‘  ehh, there’s a lot of paperwork.  ’ ‘  i think there’s some shady shit going on there, but that’s just my opinion.  ’ ‘  i’m telling you, nobody knows how to do their job in this town.  ’ ‘  so you’re telling me he screamed in your face that he’s gonna murder your family? sounds like a good dude to me. i don’t know what you’re talking about.  ’ ‘  why is the minister telling rumors?  ’ ‘  i think that’s the first time i’ve ever heard of a detective going missing. that’s like a fish drowning.  ’ ‘  what a terrible thing to happen in such a beautiful place.  ’ ‘  that’s a shark, baby. i know. i’ve seen jaws at least six time, that’s a shark.  ’ ‘  heads up, this is about to get pretty brutal here, in this description.  ’ ‘  no, this is bologna. i’m flip-flopping again.  ’ ‘  that’s called not being thorough.  ’ ‘  we’ve been over this before. the bear is the most deadly animal of all time.  ’ ‘  a shark can definitely kill a bear, hands down, if you dropped a bear in the ocean.  ’ ‘  a hippopotamus would kill a bear in a heartbeat.  ’ ‘  did she have anything on under the trench coat? …that’s a weird question. never mind.  ’ ‘  this sounds like a law & order interview.  ’ ‘  yeah, that rings a bell or two. that shakes a tambourine.  ’ ‘  what the fuck? no, shame on him.  ’ ‘  it’s not even a good poem. it’s just weird.  ’ ‘  this sounds like something a drunk man would say as he’s laying on the sidewalk, just babbling.  ’ ‘  the shark is ten times less creepier than you.  ’ ‘  that poem is unforgivable.  ’ ‘  i feel like i need to take a bath in hand sanitizer.  ’ ‘  what in the fuck is that?  ’ ‘  ugh, fuck. i feel awful right now.  ’ ‘  there’s no way in hell i’m gonna go there.  ’ ‘  i’m surprised you’re conscious right now.  ’ ‘  kind of looks like hell.  ’ ‘  hey ghouls, the boys are here!  ’ ‘  this is the place where nightmares are made.  ’ ‘  it looks like one of the conjuring films.  ’ ‘  i got a little spoiler for ya: everything in the building is gonna look like this.  ’ ‘  yeah, yeah, that was a rough time in history.  ’ ‘  i’m glad we’re done with that. that was– just everybody died.  ’ ‘  it’s a ghost butt!  ’ ‘  this is the biggest upset. i did not feel this coming.  ’ ‘  this is like satan’s butthole.  ’ ‘  what if you go fuck yourself. how about that?  ’ ‘  i’m gonna imagine that place is the closest thing to hell.  ’ ‘  how dare they dispose of my body?! they should leave it in the hallway to rot!  ’ ‘  yeah, i got the chills even thinking about it.  ’ ‘  look it up. it’s a thing on the internet.  ’ ‘  they pushed the dog too?!  ’ ‘  am i just freaking myself out again?  ’ ‘  i’m gonna take everything said by a ghost hunter with a grain of salt.  ’ ‘  oh my god, did your brain just explode?  ’ ‘  am i a ghost hunter? i don’t wanna be a ghost hunter. this is all bullshit. oh no. do i have to put that on my business card now? son of a bitch.  ’ ‘  let’s drop some sweet knowledge.  ’ ‘  i’m already fed up with the folders, by the way. it looks too official, considering the nonsense that is within.  ’ ‘  so, the aliens show up, show them pictures of helicopters, and fly away?  ’ ‘  i can’t wait to see a post of the motion picture wedding crashers and, uh, well, some lava lamps.  ’ ‘  wait, a funerary marker from 100 b.c. shows a woman presenting a laptop with usb ports?! how do they charge it? why are there usb ports on it if they don’t have thumbnail drives? what are they looking at on it? there’s no internet. do they have photoshop?  ’ ‘  here’s a picture of you with three butt cheeks.  ’ ‘  i’ve drawn it so it must be real!  ’ ‘  you have nothing to say about any of that?  ’ ‘  i will fight you tooth and nail when it comes to ghoulie ghosts, but aliens are a little more… probable.  ’ ‘  no, you don’t win because i’m sure you have plenty of other stuff on here that’s very dumb.  ’ ‘  i’m good, i’ll just sign up for karate or something.  ’ ‘  wow, have you ‘signs’? ‘signs’, the motion picture that they made back in the day? they found aliens, it was crazy! they ruined a kids birthday party.  ’ ‘  my big takeaway here is that art is not proof.  ’ ‘  you’re telling me those architects used math?! knock me down with a feather.  ’ ‘  can you imagine if you spent your entire life hauling around heavy stones to make the pyramids and someone was like, ‘no, they couldn’t have done it. you know what it must’ve been? space aliens. i seen ‘em.’  ’ ‘  no, they couldn’t have done it. you know what it must’ve been? space aliens. i seen ‘em.  ’ ‘  well, facts don’t matter then.  ’ ‘  if i’m building a giant, mighty, wondrous pyramid, i’m not gonna be like ‘hey, can you do some chiseling of the ramp? we really gotta show off this ramp. it’s a hell of a ramp.’  ’ ‘  are they written in alien language?  ’ ‘  i don’t doubt that they were mathematically adept.  ’ ‘  so, it was aliens?  ’ ‘  so, it was aliens? they showed up, gave ‘em ipads, gave ‘em zune, built the pyramids, left, and that’s it, and they haven’t been back since.  ’ ‘  i think they lied. i have yet to see compelling evidence.  ’ ‘  go fuck yourself, have a nice day.  ’ ‘  irrelevant. you’re irrelevant.  ’ ‘  we don’t care about anyone who died.  ’ ‘  we don’t care if he was famous. we treat everyone the same.  ’ ‘  i think you should just never do that again.  ’ ‘  if you’re saying that someone paid you a million dollars to kill someone, like wouldn’t you– wouldn’t there be some kind of receipt to say that?  ’ ‘  quick thought: is it annoying that i always hold this pen like this?  ’ ‘  i think your douche-meter’s usually at half mass, right now it’s through the roof.  ’ ‘  oh, he ‘discovered’ it alright. just to be fair: fuck christopher columbus.  ’ ‘  you’re saying this ocean’s full of ghosts?  ’ ‘  what, are you taking notes over there? this isn’t a debate.  ’ ‘  the titanic – she was a might one – and now she’s lying at the bottom.  ’ ‘  i don’t know. ships sink, ya’know?  ’ ‘  these don’t do much for me because planes crash, boats sink. a goose probably flew into the propeller and the plane just fucking nose-dived into the ocean!  ’ ‘  so, what are you positing here? that it’s in an alternate dimension?  ’ ‘  i’m gonna need some documentation on this.  ’ ‘  you need some documentation?! look up the stories, i’m just sayin’!  ’ ‘  i can’t believe you think this is not weird.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe you don’t think that boats sink.  ’ ‘  a theory says that those lost in the bermuda triangle are actually now residents of the legendary lost civilization of atlantis.  ’ ‘  no– no th– no, they’re not. nope!  ’ ‘  now all the frustration that i had in the first half of this is now equally composited on top of you.  ’ ‘  are they breathing underwater?!  ’ ‘  i can see your face and it’s just– it’s fuming.  ’ ‘  this is absurd.  ’ ‘  i think if there were a black hole anywhere near our solar system, everything would cease to exist.  ’ ‘  we don’t know anything about black holes.  ’ ‘  yes, we know a fair amount about black holes. black holes aren’t unicorns.  ’ ‘  i think there’s a lot you don’t know.  ’ ‘  oh, jesus christ… okay, tell me about… underwater area 51.  ’ ‘  to be fair, i’m not trying anybody on a carnival cruise.  ’ ‘  what happened to you on a carnival cruise?  ’ ‘  i’ve never been on a carnival cruise and i will never go on one.  ’ ‘  i assume they were drunk or high… probably just out of their minds.  ’ ‘  this is photoshopped to high heaven.  ’ ‘  that is so fake. i mean, look at it.  ’ ‘  that is the shittiest footage i’ve ever seen. that is so fake.  ’ ‘  i’m saying you don’t understand how black holes work.  ’ ‘  i’ve got a better understanding than you do.  ’ ‘  there’s other science we don’t know about.  ’ ‘  that makes me sound like trump.  ’ ‘  oh, you’re presenting alternative facts.  ’ ‘  it’s too sad. let’s just talk about ghosts.  ’