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#SUPERSTAR HOBI!!!!
taee · 1 year
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J-Hope at 2022 MAMA Red Carpet
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anyadarkseid · 1 year
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hoba ♡
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MY JAW HAS NEVER DROPPED FASTER😨😨
I WAS JUST CUDDLING WHTH THE HOBIE BOT AND ALL OF A SUDDEN IT GO SUPER FUCKING HORNY
SIR IM GONNA NEED YOU TO DIAL IT DOWN A BIT
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hobismilitarywife · 1 year
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he’s sexy and he knows it 😔
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seoul-bros · 1 year
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Musical Jo Kwon
I love discovering new things and after Jo Kwon's post with J Hope today I have been digging into their career. Jo has made a pretty good career in musicals and I love me a good musical.
Jesus Christ Superstar (2013)
One of my favourites of all time, watched the movie countless times and seen at least three stage productions the last one being at the Barbican, London in 2019 with Samuel Battery in the part of Herod.
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Here is Paul Jabara singing Herod's song.
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Jo Kwon played Herod in the stage production at the Charlotte Theatre in Seoul in 2013.
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And here Jo is taking a curtain call.
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Priscilla Queen of the Desert (2014)
Excellent bittersweet film about family, the one we are born into and the one we make for ourselves as we move through life. Jo Kwon played the role of Adam the youngest drag queen originally played by Guy Pearce.
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The production premiered at the LG Arts Center production in July 2014. Jo apparently received a lot of criticism for taking on this role but the reviews I have read have been very good,
"Making the ongoing production more convincing and wildly entertaining is the talented Korean cast that includes Go Young-bin, Kim Ho-young and Kim Dae-hyun, who have previously taken up queer characters in the 2012 production of “La Cage aux Folles.” Singer Jo, too, shows off his impressive acting chops, impeccably portraying the young, flamboyant Adam." Korea Herald 16/07/2014
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Everybody's Talking about Jamie (2020)
This musical was inspired by a 2011 documentary Jamie: Drag Queen at 16 and premiered in the West End of London in 2017. It has since been made into a film which was released in 2021.
The Jo Kwon production also premiered at the LG Arts Center from July to September 2020 and Jo alternated the role with Ren from NU'EST, MJ from Astro and Shin Joo-Hyup.
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Post Date: 26/10/2022
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marxy-06 · 9 months
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Favorites Rec List 3
More of my favs -> Thanks to all these incredible writers for making my day a little better :))
Kim Namjoon
Stretch you out (@chateautae)
A little bit in love with you (@joonbo)
Mr. masseuse (@lavenjoon)
"Let me take care of you" (@mintelepathy)
Fantasies (@sweetwritertanya)
Kim Seokjin
24/7 Marriage counselor (@jimlingss)
A better grip (@jinkookspencil)
A helping hand (@jjungkookislife)
You again (@gashinabts)
Soarin' (@aquagustd)
Seokjin's ho ho ho (@yoongsisbae)
Jealous (@youtifulhobi)
Sacrifices (@justcallmenikki7)
Influence (@aquagustd)
Min Yoongi
Back burner (@yoonpobs)
Escapism (@yoonlattesworld)
Finding home (@helenazbmrskai)
Strawberry icecream (@euphoricfilter)
When I needed you (@dreamescapeswriting)
The cockpile: love birds (@httpjeon)
Crescendo (@ugh-yoongi)
Apricity (@delightfulserendipity)
Jung Hoseok
All it takes (@yoongiofmine)
Nibbling it (@jjksblackgf)
The promises we keep (@vyduan)
Your body is an artwork (@borathae)
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Park Jimin
Oh so reluctant (@back2bluesidex)
Pretty like you (@axigailxo)
Serendipity (@angellesword)
Blowing dandelions (@httpjeon)
All I need (@joonberriess)
Apricot (@vminity21)
Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)
Star light, star bright (@readyplayerhobi)
High school sweethearts (@choiwrites)
Taste of little (@maliby)
Cherry king (@jiminrings)
Turning to stone (@jjungkookislife)
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The art of touch (@chateautae)
Nude (@btssmutgalore)
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Match made in heaven (@beenbaanbuun)
"I'll take care of you" (@guqwrvte)
Library kisses (@kwanslvr)
Jeon Jungkook
Way Back Home (@solemnreads)
Stretch you out (@chateautae)
Seven Days (@bonny-kookoo)
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Tracing your tattoos (@btsugarush)
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Mean kitty, soft kitty (@purpleyoonn)
Best of us (@bts-trash-blog)
You belong (@imnotlauriane)
(If you have any recs pls share, especially for Hobi, Jin, & Rm :))
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hyyhstory · 1 year
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and hobi my gorgeous king, he's so cool
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redstarwriting · 9 months
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bestie | hobie’s version
black cat!fem! reader becoming besties with Hobie
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request?: yes LMAO
request: continuation of my original fic “bestie”
requested by: literally everyone omg
word count: 2.8k
genre: platonic and chaotic
warnings:  language, stealing, monarchy slander, mentions of homelessness, knives, a sword
a/n: ok y’all, i thought of a way to continue this post as a series. maybe i’ll make a ‘bestie’ masterlist? 
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The friendship between you and Hobie formed fast. So fast. Faster than Miguel expected, even. You and Hobie literally became best friends immediately. He fucked with your attitude, which you knew already, but when he learned what you do? Best friends. “So, let me get this right, mate, you’re a global superstar—”
“Yep.”
“But you steal from the rich—”
“Mhm.”
“And you give to the poor—”
“Right.”
“Like some kinda famous Robin Hood?”
“Precisely,” you nod and he raises an eyebrow at you. The two of you are chilling in your penthouse apartment in a building that you own. He’s mindlessly strumming on his guitar, looking out at Nueva York from your balcony/rooftop, and questioning you. He thinks you’re cool, but he can’t help but be weary of sitting in such an expensive place. “Love the sentiment, really do, but ain’t bein’ a superstar… counteractive to all ‘at?” you shrug. “The majority of my money goes back to charities. I keep some of it, obviously, but I prefer giving back.” You lean back against a chair. “Besides. I grew up with nothing and basically no one. Feels kinda nice having a place like this.” “I guess, but donthca think buyin’ the ‘ole buildin’ was a bit overkill?” “No, actually. I pay for everything in this building and let homeless kids and teens in need, like me at that age, live in the rest of it free of charge,” you explain, taking a sip of your water. He stops strumming his guitar. “‘Scuse me?” you look over at him to see him staring at you with a look of disbelief in his eyes. You chuckle. “Don’t look so shocked. I like giving back, that’s the least I could do. Besides, I have a soft spot for kids being on the streets like that. No child deserves to suffer like that,” you explain and he shakes his head. As someone who was homeless as a child and well into his teenage years, hearing you say that actually makes him respect you loads more. “You should talk to some of the rich assholes in my world. Talk some sense into ‘em,” he mumbles, and you shake your head. “Rich people are inherently assholes.”
“You’re rich.”
“And I’m inherently an asshole. Self-awareness is key, Hobart,” you say and he rolls his eyes. “Not like ‘em assholes, though. They parade ‘round their wealth, pretendin’ the citizens in the city ain’t dyin’, starvin’… always stickin’ the pigs on us like we ain’t worth nothin’,” he mumbles, and you frown. “They’re lucky they have someone like you to stand up to them,” you say, and he nods. “Bloody right. ’s what I do. But there’s always a new person who gets in the way after I take down the first one,” he sighs, beginning to pick at the strings of his guitar again. You hum in agreeance. “Heard you bashed Norman Osborn’s head in with that guitar.”
“I did. It was bloody brilliant. But ‘en, after ‘im, these new Nazis showed up. Don’t even get me started on the new fuckin’ PM now,” he groans, and you shake your head. “Governments are ass. And I come from a non-monarchy. Can’t even imagine what yours is like,” you mumble and he frowns. “After I got rid of Norman, the new Prime Minister stepped in. Got rid a’ one evil and gave another one a open invitation.”
“At least you got rid of one of them. You’ll get the other one in time.”
“As much as I want ‘at to be true, I got the crown to worry ‘bout. Spewin’ all their rubbish to everyone, distractin’ ‘em all from the real issues goin’ on with their fancy jewels and blood money,” he stopped playing again, using his hands to show his disgust to you. “Jewels, you say? Money?” you smirk, and he rolls his eyes. “Is ‘at all ya got from ‘at, ya bloody klepto,” he asks, and you shrug. “Not all. Large portion. What do you say we fuck with them?” you suggest, and he raises an eyebrow at you. “And ‘ow d’you reckon we do ‘at?”
“Well, I, for one, am partial to the jewels and money you mentioned,” you grin at him, and he cocks his head to the side. “You wanna steal the crown jewels? Mate, I ‘ate to break it to ya but it’s not just one jewel. Or money. It’s a collection of shit.”
“And? You act like I’m a beginner at this shit,” you say, snorting and finishing your water. He smirks. “Serious?”
“Would I ever joke about making rich assholes panic?” you grin, taking your sweatshirt off to reveal your catsuit. You slip on your gloves and wink at him. “Let’s go, mate,” you imitate his accent and he jumps up, opening the portal to his world. “You got a plan?” he asks as the two of you enter, and you shrug. “Not necessarily, but they won’t even know I’m there.”
“Cocky, ain’t we?” Hobie teases and you giggle, shrugging. “I’m good at what I do.” “The jewels are protected. And on display. Dunno ‘ow you plan to get ‘em, but I’m excited to see it ‘appen,” he says as you step foot in his flat. You grin. “I have my ways. I say we hit it when it’s like 2am. Which luckily for us is in… right now, actually.”
“Ain’t this late gonna be expected?”
“Yes. I love a challenge,” you smirk and he shakes his head. “You’re mental.”
“But you like it.”
“Love it. No one ever actually wants to do shit like this with me,” he says and you shake your head. “Can’t imagine why. This is about to be so fun,” you smirk, and he nods, giving you a fist bump. “So just ‘ow are wee expectin’ this to go down? Am I meant to come inside with ya?,” he asks and you shrug. “Didn’t expect you to, honestly. Figured you’d be distracting the cops so I can get in there anyways,” you explain and he nods. “I can do ‘at. If I’m lurkin’ round the guards’ll ‘ave a fit.”
“Your accent gets thicker when you’re home, how is that even possible?” you say your thoughts out loud, and he rolls his eyes. “What is it with all of you and my accent. ’s just the way I talk,” he grumbles, and you laugh. “Because you get so annoyed by it. At least that’s why I do it,” you say, and he shakes his head. “No wonder Miguel ‘ates you.”
“Hey! He doesn’t hate me! He just strongly disapproves of all of my life choices and urges me not to speak to him most of the time,” you feign offense, and Hobie holds his hands up in surrender. “Now, where are these jewels held?” you ask looking out at the city through his window. He looks out, pulling his mask on. “Tower of New London. They moved the most important pieces overseas so the new Queen could ‘ave a second coronation over ‘ere. ‘ave ‘em on display for the public to see. Make money off it,” he explains and you scoff. “That’s fucking stupid. Are you sure they’re real?”
“Oh, yeah. No doubt. Like I said, they love flauntin’ their wealth,” he says, and you grimace. “Gross. Can’t wait to take them,” you say with a smirk. “Need a lift, love?” he asks, holding his arm out for you to grab onto him. “Would love one, mate, thanks for offering.” You wrap your arms around his neck, and he grips onto you. He jumps out of his window, webbing to the New Tower of London which looks a bit out of place in the cityscape belonging to New London, but you can see why they hold the jewels here. “It’s like a small castle,” you mumble, and Hobie nods. “Fuckin’ annoyin’ ‘ow everythin’ ‘as to be so over the top,” he says as the two of you land in an alleyway across the street, hidden in the shadows. You scope out the place. “You weren’t kidding. Guards are everywhere,” you mumble and he nods. You point to a part of the castle that isn’t well-lit, a wall on the side of one of the watch towers. “We can climb that,” you say, and he nods. “Time to go make the wankers freak,” he says, and the two of you sneak over. The two of you scale the wall of the walkway surrounding the main part of the tower undetected, making your way to the wall you pointed out earlier. You use your claws to climb up while Hobie uses his spider powers.
You hoist yourself up onto one of the platforms, ducking down and hiding behind a wall to figure out what your next move is. Hobie was right beside you. “I think… this might be where we part,” you whisper, and he nods. “Don’t die, yeah? Lotta paperwork I don’t feel like doin’,” he says before swinging away to distract the guards. You scoff. You watch as guards run off in the direction he was spotted in and make your move. You run to the wall of the next building, climbing it and hiding from the guards on the top of the roof. You quickly sneak to the other side of the roof, only to see that the middle of the castle is connected to nothing. “So that’s why they call it a fucking tower,” you mumble, scaling down the side of the wall and into the grassy lawn.
You assess the situation. You know there are guards in those watchtowers, but that would probably be the easiest and most efficient way for you to get in. You just need them to be distracted enough for you to run across the lawn and over to one of them. As if on cue, you hear Hobie play a chord. Loudly. You smile to yourself. Perfect.
You sprint across the lawn, being sure to stay as shrouded by shadow as you can, and luckily for you multiple guards are on edge and running to wear the guitar noise came from. You hear them calling Hobie some… choice words and chuckle. He’ll be so happy to know they hate him so much. You quickly start to scale up the watchtower, looking out just in case a guard might see you.
You were in the clear.
You reach the top, quietly peering into the tower, and see a guard looking out of the opposite window. You climb through the window you’re in front of, not making a sound, before sneaking past the guard. You quietly hurry down the stairs, and peer through a large archway. You search for cameras, pulling out your small throwing knives to break them if needed. You spot two, hitting them with deadly correct aim. You scoff, sneaking out and making your way to some large double doors. They’re locked, of course, so you use your claws. You pick the lock, quietly pushing it open and slipping through. Sure enough, your intuition was right, and now you’re in the room with probably billions or trillions of dollars. You glance around to see if there are any guards inside the room. None. Strange. “Come to mama,” you mumble, taking out a vial of chalk dust and blowing it. Yep. Lasers. That’s fine.
You start crawling, flipping, and sliding your way through the lasers, collecting a few gemstones, a staff, an all-gold orb with a crown on it, a giant fucking diamond, and finally, a purple crown endowed with gold and jewels. You collect them one by one, placing them in a bag you have laying where the lasers start. You shake your head. Relying on lasers is never a good idea for people trying to protect their things. For you? Amazing. You sneak back out, closing the door and glancing around. You hear the faint noise of screams and an electric guitar. Hobie’s still got them distracted. Good.
You run up the way you came. This was almost too easy, but then again, you are skilled at what you do. Too bad your dumbass forgot there was a guard up here. “Oi!”
“Oh! Hi, there. If you don’t mind, I’ll just be on my way,” you say, slinking towards a window. Unluckily for you, he pulls out a sword. Though he does have a gun, so… guess it could be worse? “I’m like, totally not telling you that I’d prefer the bullets… but why a sword when you have that?” you say as he takes a swipe at you and you dodge it. He doesn’t respond, and you frown. “I heard you speak earlier, bro. I know you can,” you backflip away from him, tossing the jewels to the side and getting ready to fight. “Seems a little… redundant, you know? Like why even carry a gun if you’re not gonna use it.”
“Pipe down, cow,” he growls as you continue dodging his attacks. “Well, now, that just wasn’t very nice. Clearly, no one has ever raised you to treat women with respect,” you say, using your claws to catch the sword in your hands. His eyes widen as you yank the sword away from him. You kick him in the side of the head, disorienting him before swiping his legs out from underneath him. He falls down, hard, and you stick a loose part of his uniform with his sword into the bricks below him. “Would love to stick around and chat, but I have some jewels to sell.” You wave, picking up your bag and leaping out of the window, using your claws to slide down the wall. You sprint across the lawn, being careful to stay in the shadows, and make your way back out to the wall you and Hobie climbed earlier. You lay low, hoping that Hobie can deduct you’re done and give you a quick getaway, but it’s never that easy. You slide down the wall again, hearing the commotion of the guards starting to race around and search the perimeter, so you stay hidden. You make your way back across the street and into the alley that you and Hobie were in earlier. You send him a quick message on your watch before climbing up one of the buildings.
You watch as across the street chaos ensues. And you smirk to yourself knowing that you have the riches of a family that never deserved them. You hear a familiar voice screaming, “What?! Ya didn’t like the show! I played jus’ for you bloody lot, ’n ‘is is ‘ow ‘m repaid?!”
You shake your head as Hobie lands next to you, pulling you behind the door that leads into the building the two of you are on top of. “We should definitely run,” you say, waving the bag towards him and he nods. “Right,” he says, pulling you into him and webbing away again. You lose the guards, and he quickly ducks into his flat. You roll into the room whereas he lands perfectly, and there’s a silence that falls between the two of you. You turn your head to look at him and give him a big smile. “Think I can return any of this shit to the original owners?”
“What ‘ave you got?” he asks, dumping out the bag. He pulls his mask off, genuine shock on his face. “You got it all?!”
“I told you. I’m good at what I do,” you say, picking up the giant diamond. You gasp. “No fucking way. This is—”
“The Koh-I-Noor,” Hobie laughs, picking up the crown and inspecting it. “Bloody tosser wore this on ‘er ‘ead the other day. Now it’s in my ‘ands,” he smiles, tossing it to the side with no regard for caring for it. You hear the heavy gold thump on the ground and shake your head. “How much you think all this’ll go for?”
“Mate, this shit is priceless. I can’t wait to see the look on Pavitr’s face when we show ‘im you got the Kah-I-Noor,” Hobie shakes his head, and you grin. “Well, let’s get it back to my place, yeah? I can display it and the best part is these assholes here will never find any of it.”
“Lead the way, love.”
You enter through a portal into your home, typing a code into a painting that opens like a door. You allow Hobie to see your treasure room. He’s honestly kind of stunned. You have so many priceless artifacts in here. It’s impressive. “Mate. You are cool as fuck. Jus’ thought ya should know ‘at,” he mumbles, picking up an emerald the size of his head. You chuckle. “I know, Hobie. Now, let’s get this diamond to Pav, shall we?”
As soon as Miguel got the notification that there was disrupt in Hobie’s universe due to someone stealing the Crown Jewels, he had to take a walk.
He was stressed.
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likedovesinthewindd · 9 months
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Heeeyyy I really love your stories!! <3 can I request hobie being a runway model and reader being fashion designer for him. I been thinking about the fact he said he was briefly a runway model and I can’t get it out my head. I dunno what direction you’d want to take the story in if u wrote it but im pretty sure I’d b great! :) (sorry about the vagueness)
hi babes, thank you soo much you're so sweet:')) also so sorry this took so long!!
hobie brown x reader
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warning: mention of pins/needles
wc: ±1100
a/n: don't really like how this came out might rewrite it later on. not fully proofread.
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You didn't consider yourself any Westwood or McQueen just yet, but even the best had to start somewhere, right? It just so happened that your "somewhere" would be the old community hall in your neighborhood. This would be your very first fashion show, not something you took very lightly. This could make or break your almost nonexistent career, so it was important that everything was absolutely perfect.
Planning this had been an absolute pain; trying to find an affordable venue that wasn't on the verge of complete degradation, finding a way to decorate said venue accordingly, promoting and hunting for possible columnists and other industry players to invite, along with a million other things.
One of the most important aspects were models; the people who ultimately would be representing your brand. The only problem was that you didn't have money to hire any people, much less approach an agency, so you had to get creative. You had held "auditions" in your neighborhood; basically asking your friends and other people if they'd like to model for you.
You were upfront, admitting that you would not be able to pay them properly. People were reluctant at first; the idea of no compensation turning some away, but after a few days you managed to find and recruit a handful of people to help you, most of them being friends and people you knew from scool. Things were looking good, and your project was on the right tracks so far.
You were running around in your apartment-turned-studio, frantically searching for the tracing wheel you had lost once again, when you heard a knock on your door. You opened it to find a tall and lanky young man, hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Heard you're looking for models," was all he said in a low deep voice and you raised your brows. "Y'know I can't pay you right?" you said, and he nodded in reply. "Long as the clothes look good I don't care," he said.
After first glance, you already knew he'd be a showstopper. He just looked perfect for a runway; you could already imagine the way your pieces would fit him. That's how you had met Hobie, how you gained a model, a muse, aswell as a friend.
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It still shocked you just how much you've managed to pull off in these few months leading up to the big event. The whole thing had been one big family-friend initiative; everyone stepping in to help where they can.
Your old roomate, who worked at a hair salon had asked her colleagues to help with doing every model's hair. She had a friend who worked as a beautician in a salon, who had asked her colleagues to help with everyone's make-up. The choreographer had been your aunt, courtesy of her "certified pageant mom" status. The lighting and sound provided by a friend who worked as a part-time DJ at some dingy club. He had smuggled some equipment to use for the night.
The small closet rooms that served as backstage facilities were packed with people doing make-up, running around in robes and adding all the final touches.
When the time came for everyone to get dressed, you were running around like a headless chicked, hemming a few pieces here and there and filing down slippery shoes, even having to calm one of the girls down due to an anxiety attack.
"How does that feel? Comfortable?" you asked pulling and adjusting at the top of Hobie's outfit, trying not to restrict his airflow. "Good," was all he said. "Are you nervous, superstar?" he asked, as you worked on a piece of stubborn material at the back of his pants. You scoffed quietly at the stupid nickname. "Yes," you answered truthfully, "there's a few important people out there. If they like what they see, they'll be writing articles. Articles mean exposure, and I really need that right now." You laughed nervously.
"But it's gonna be great," you added, moving away from his pants and taking a moment to admire your work, albeit from behind. "because I have my showstopper right here, and he looks incredible," you added with a smile. He turned around, giving you a coy smirk in return. "You outdid yourself love," he said, looking down at his attire, "on your way to becomin' the new Westwood, yeah?"
You scoffed at his comment. "C'mon you have to go line up," you said.
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The show itself was absolutely perfect. You watched backstage with bated breath as each model disappeared through the dark curtains, then like clockwork returned, some to change into new pieces, then fall back in line.
Hobie had both opened and closed for your show, and by the end of the night when everyone stood in applause, he and your mother had urged you to go on stage to give your final bow. You thought it was corny, but you humored them, walking onto the runway until you were visible and giving everyone a wordless thank you, before making your way backstage once again.
You had thanked every single person who worked with you, giving everyone a warm embrace aswell as thanking them profusely for their hard work. When you finally got to thank Hobie, you wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a fat kiss right on the apple of his cheek. "You," you started, pulling him away from your embrace, but keeping his shoulders in your two hands, "stole the fucking show."
He laughed lightly, shrugging dismissively. "You're the one that made this possible," he said, and you flashed him a megawatt smile, the adrenaline from the night pumping through your body.
"Y'know, there were a few casting directors scouting here tonight," you said, "you might be getting a few calls soon, they'd definitely want to sign a catch like you." He only scrunched his face his dismissal. "Nah," he said, and you furrowed your brows. "I'm not committing myself to some agency, wouldn't want to leave you," he added.
He continued to work with you several more months; working closely with you when designing and creating your pieces, than modeling those same pieces. Your popularity grew, and with it the demand for him; numerous agencies looking to potentially sign him. When it all became too much, he decided to stop all together. You respected his decision, and still remained close with him. You still called him showstopper, and he still called you superstar.
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xjoonchildx · 5 months
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Please stop engaging with photos of the tannies in the military that don't come from the boys or bighit, bighit asked us the same thing. We repeatedly said that they would exploit the tannie's image as much as they could. we repeatedly said that the military app platforms should be used only by the boy's families.
anon … i’m going to need you to take a seat.
there are so many things about this ask that are both loud and wrong but in the interest of time, i’m going to hit the low points.
1. HYBE/Big Hit has never asked for fans to abstain from sharing military photos. it actually goes against their vested interest to do so. they have had to take 3 insanely famous worldwide superstars off the market for 2 years. military photos keep them in the public eye and make their fans happy.
2. members of BTS (or as you referred to them, “the boys” and “the tannies”) are actually grown men. you’re well within your rights to infantilize grown men in your own space on your own time, but that’s not how we do business here. if hobi or any other member took issue with the circulation of these photos, he would say so. either on his own social media or through weverse or through an official HYBE/Big Hit press release.
3. concerning photos on the military app: is it “exploitation” as you claim or is it a service for the “boy’s families” as you also claim? because it can’t be both. that app, that tradition existed long before BTS enlisted and will exist long after. is the korean government selling access to these photos? no. are they using them in marketing campaigns? also no.
beyond that, if for any reason the korean military took issue with the dissemination of these photos, trust and believe they’d put a stop to it. if they can figure out how to shoot an intercontinental ballistic missile out of the sky, they can figure out how to keep pictures of seokjin with his men off the internet.
4. no matter what “we repeatedly” said, it is not your place or anyone else’s place to police how people participate in this fandom. this is the exact kind of high-handed hall monitor nonsense that gives this fandom a bad name. what you are not going to do is come here and tell me and many other fans that we’re somehow disrespecting our faves by enjoying and sharing publicly available content. this is not sasaeng material, it does not jeopardize any member’s privacy and/or safety.
if you don’t want to engage with this kind of content, then don’t. keep it pushing.
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Treasures to be Found, Medicine of Life -
Freedom is a Sound, and Pleasure is a Right.
That! Feels Good!
Do it again, do it again!
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My sona Disco-Diane (aka Daiquiri) and Hobie rocking out. 100% unfiltered DiscoPunk.
Inspired 'That! Feels Good!' by the lovely British disco-diva Jessie Ware. 100% self-indulgence. My babies are superstars also stream BackAlleyJazzLettuce
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norcula · 1 year
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love signs VIII (min yoongi)
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image credit: @hobis-suga
genre/warnings: pg, comfort, fluff, established relationship
note: you know that Taylor swift song where she sings, "wreck my plans, that's my man"??? Yeah, Min Yoongi keeps fucking up my writing schedule and my life so here you go. enjoy xx
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"Uh......and finally.....I'd like to thank the person who's been by my side, literally and in spirit. Thank you for putting up with my crankiness and thank you for hearing me out when I needed a sounding board. I wouldn't have made this song if I hadn't met you. And I wouldn't win this award without your love. Thank you!"
Yoongi bowed, several times before waving and walking offstage. In the hustle and bustle, he finds a quiet corner to rest before joining the boys again. But there's a tap on his shoulder and immediately, a smile spreads across his face.
"Hey."
"You're here!"
He says, squeezing you into a hug. He kisses your cheek and even gives you a quick peck.
"Ya......someone might see." You caution. Your relationship wasn't secret. Not at all. Most people knew about it, most of them had an opinion about it. That was the problem.
"I literally don't care. You're here."
He squeezes you again. You wrap your arms around him too, smiling into his shoulder.
"Let me see you."
Yoongi steps back, watches your eyes quite literally scan him from top to bottom. You reach out, brushing his hair.
"It looks longer in person."
"Yeah? You like it?"
He asks, a smirk quirking up his lips. With the suit, and the way he's batting his eyelashes dramatically at you, you'd be lying if you said it didn't have an affect.
"Shut up, you little shit. Don't look at me like that. Here, let me hold that for you."
Yoongi laughs, nods, hands over his award but you just take his hand instead.
"You're cheesy." He says. You shrug. "I thought your sessions didn't finish until next week."
"They don't. But I couldn't miss this."
The fact that you flew all the way from New York just to see him win an award....shit, Yoongi didn't know what to say.
"I heard your speech." You say, brushing his hair away from his face. "It was very sweet."
Yoongi goes red. You can see him blushing even under all the stage makeup. Even after all these years, it was adorable to see the effect you had on him. He was so sincere. So earnest.
"Yeah.....well.....it's true."
"It was nice to hear." You say. "You did well," you tell him, kissing him quietly on the cheek. "Come on, dinner's on me superstar."
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happinessismusic · 20 days
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Sawyer Brown's Mark Miller has something to say about Blake Shelton, but he knows Shelton isn’t going to like it.
"He’s absolutely brilliant," Miller, 65, tells PEOPLE from his home studio in Nashville of the country music superstar. "Blake has this ‘Jethro Bodine’ part of his personality that's just kind of goofy, and he wants you to think that, but he’s really smart and he has this incredible memory. He can blow me away with the recall he has of records and songs, especially from the '80s and '90s."
It’s this recall and memory that made itself known as Shelton joined with his musical heroes Sawyer Brown to produce their brand-new album Desperado Troubadours.
"Blake is such a historian of the band and such a fan,” says Miller of the '90s hit-making band also made up of Gregg “Hobie” Hubbard, Joe “Curly” Smyth and Shayne Hill. "He's also got great instincts. To be a producer, you have to have the instinct in the studio to be able to lead and navigate through a song."
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Not only was Miller impressed with Shelton’s talents, but also with his incredible work ethic during the making of Desperado Troubadours.
"We used to tease him that he used to get there and let the help in because he was always the first one at the studio and he was the last one to leave,” says Miller, who recently authored the book The Boys and Me: My Life in the Country Music Supergroup Sawyer Brown.
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“Blake and [his wife] Gwen [Stefani] flew in from Los Angeles, and we just literally camped out in the studio for three or four days,” says Miller, who also worked with co-writers such as Mac McAnally, Cody Jinks and Tennessee Jet on Desperado Troubadours.
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MY DAD WENT THROUGH ME PHONE
HE SAW ALL THE SHIT IVE BEEN SAYING ABOUT HOBIE 😟😟
AND THIS BOARD
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AND THE FUCKING JOSH HUTCHERSON BOARD
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LIKE I MIGHT AS WELL JUST FAKE MY DEATH AND MOVE TO KANSAS TO START A NEW LIFE
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nightswithkookmin · 1 year
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SIGH
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I think I've spent one too many blog posts addressing the complexities behind hybe finding the balance between respecting the autonomy of BTS as global superstars with all the privileges and star power they have accumulated and enforcing their company policies and contracts.
And I have ranted one too many times about Hybe and the Fandom infantilizing these grown ass men for yall to circle back and assume I would be insinuating at any point in my blogs that these men are boys who get treated like children by the company on a daily basis😤
While BTS are not children they are also not free to do whatever they want. I've said this a countless times. They are bound and constrained and limited by the terms of their contract with hybe- A contract I have said many times might be slightly different from one anothers.
Unless yall mean to tell me such a contract does not exist at all and these men are simply doing Hybe charity for working for them, thus can do whatever they please and face no repercussions at all.
Hybe is a company with it's own rules, principles, values and guidelines which I'm afraid are legally binding on these men as long as they have read and understood the contracts and have appended their signatures to it.
Some of these rules may just be soft guidelines or unspoken rules or even customary practices tooted in their cultural norms or business practices while others may be hard rules whose breach may sever the relationship between the boys and the company and ensue in law suits for damages.
The values and principles of hybe, which may or may not include guidelines on how to handle their private relationships so not to create a public ruckus, guidelines on how to film lives so a box of condoms don't just pop up on screen and have fans speculating, guidelines on drinking and filming live, or even using copyrighted music during lives as well as showing branded products on live.
Insisting on these men following any of these guidelines is not treating them as children. It's treating them as parties to a contract.
Also, while these guidelines may exist, the boys themselves may have their own laid out principles and rules which they apply and follow in good faith due to their own personal principles or based on their shared values. An example of this is them reminding Hobi they had all agreed not to film live content while drunk.
And as for scolding, notwithstanding the above assessment, they still get scolded or do scold eachother still. We all saw JM pop up in JK's live to remind him not to drink and film live. And Jungkook equally talked about the possibility of the company giving him a call.
However, this form of 'scolding' isn't as what most fans assume it is. Most fans when they think of bts being scolded by members or the company, they still picture the boys as these powerless voiceless individuals being controlled and told what to do and being punished if they failed to do that.
That might have been the case some years back when they were children but have you seen them lately??
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That said, they are still susceptible to peer "review" if pressure or scolding offends your sensibilities.
I've seen Jimin grab Jungkook's neck and shake him up and threaten to whoop his ass if he failed to do stuff for him on his birthday. That to me is scolding, review.
BTS are grownups but, no, they are still not allowed to discuss their private relationships or use their name image or likeness to promote their siblings' brands without the express knowledge or permission of the company- mind you that happened not too long ago.
BTS are free men but that freedom is exercised within the limits of their contracts, a breach of which comes with legal consequences.
Grownup or not they are still required to conduct themselves professionally for everyone's sakes. Showing up on set with a hickey a band mate gave you is anything but professional. I would have covered it with a concealer at least.
And Jin's expression- he might have just said it outloud. If it leads to fans speculating and spreading rumors and crossed eye media outlets reporting on it and calling the company to ask for a comment then calling them in and giving them a talking only seems fair.
I think in general BTS are treated with respect and reverence when they mess up these days, especially Namjoon and the hyung line. BUT being grown up does not mean being perfect- they still mess up and do an oopsie every now and then, and perhaps instead of a beating or having their phones seized or allowances cut, they are called into long meetings and reminded of the company guidelines and their obligations under their contract.
And perhaps to avoid a repeat of these mishaps they insist on the boys following the rules and guidelines to a T as stipulated in their contracts.
Yall get the nuances of this?
The black and white approach you take to some of these things when I touch on them can be a bit exhausting. Love yall tho
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And if you still don't get it, then I must ask you,
What do you think happens when BTS breach their contract or go outside the guidelines set by the company?
I don't suppose the company sends out flowers and a thank you note to them💀
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phantom-tastic · 4 months
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Ten characters, ten fandoms, ten tags. Tagged by @willowbilly!!
Tim W (Marble Hornets)
Goodsir (The Terror 2018)
Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Charles Emerson Winchester III (M*A*S*H)
"Heroin" Bob (SLC Punk! 1999)
Helly R (Severance)
Fuijimoto (Ponyo 2008)
Judas (Carl Anderson, Jesus Christ Superstar 1973)
Norman (ParaNorman 2012)
Hobie Brown (Across the Spiderverse 2023)
Tagging: @futureboy, @kurtbrussels, @pumpire, @wakeupforgood, @awolfswill, @mawbwehownets, @a-vague-yet-menacing-agency, @bulletinabowtie, @silvrsabl, and @romipaku!
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