This is actually completely insane and I almost cried when I saw the number. It’s almost impossible to comprehend that ONE THOUSAND PEOPLE, actual HUMAN PEOPLE, care enough about my trashy art to follow me and it really means so much to me that you do. I didn’t think I’d make it this far so soon, and honestly, thank you all so much from the bottom of my cold, dead heart.
Seeing these two amazing leaders together makes me so sad. Kahi started crying because she saw Nu’est and Jonghyun said he almost cried because of Kahi. The moment I saw Kahi crying I started bawling as well. Kahi was the one who first introduced Nu’est back when they debuted and I think she feels like a mother to them. I just checked instagram and saw that former After School member/leader Jungha also posted about Nu’est saying that she supports them. Lizzy commented on Jungha’s post about how sad it was to see them. I’m just glad that Pledis Artists are supporting them even if Pledis itself isn’t doing a good job.
If I’m not mistaken, this is the first time Zoro actually showed a “reaction” to Sanji’s cooking in canon… right?! And I assume that it’s safe to translate his grumbling into “I can’t wait to taste your delicious food”??? Omg
Summary: You and Tom meet at Comic Con while you’re both promoting your new movies
A/N: I saw The Lost City of Z today and almost died because it was so good. It’s literally my favorite book of all time and when I found out Tom was going to play Jack is almost cried.
Tom and the rest of the Spider-Man: Homecoming cast were in the middle of an interview when she first caught his eye. She was dressed in a blue floral dress when he saw her. Tom tried to keep his focus on answering the questions but his attention kept diverting to her smile. Her smile was the most enchanting smile he had ever seen and she had the most kind eyes of anyone he had ever met.
She was crouched next to a little girl and appeared to be singing. Although Tom couldn’t hear her, he knew she had to have the voice of an angel.
“So, Tom, got your eye on anyone?”
Tom snapped his head back over to the interviewer who was smiling at him.
Tom stayed quiet for a moment as he looked at Zendaya for help who simply giggled at the boy in distress.
“Um, I-uh… I don’t know. There’s one girl who I recently saw and thought was beautiful. But I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself to her yet…”
Tom could feel his cheeks heating up as the rest of the cast ooo'ed at his response.
Tom looked up to Harrison who was smirking at him.
Tom turned his gaze back to look for her, but she was gone. Tom felt like he was going to have a panic attack if he didn’t find her soon.
Luckily for him, the interview ended and he had 1 hour before their panel started. 1 hour to find the mystery girl.
Tom frantically looked around the mountains of people for the dark haired girl in the light blue floral dress. Tom prayed to whatever god was up there that he would find her and find her soon.
Tom was abducted from his prayers by a familiar voice calling his name.
He turned his head to see friendly blue eyes looking back him.
“Hey, kid. It’s been a while.” Sebastian said as he smiled sweetly at Tom.
Although they joked about having a rivalry, they were actually quite fond of each other.
“Oh, hey Seb. Sorry, I just saw this girl earlier and I’m trying to find her.”
“Oh? What’d she look like?”
“Ummm… dark hair, kind eyes, beautiful smile, she was wearing a light blue dress with yellow, black and white flowers on it.”
“I think I know who you’re talking about. Her name’s Y/N. She’s the voice of the new Disney princess. She’s probably in the break room, honestly. Or maybe try and find her booth?”
Tom nodded and took off towards the break room.
“Okay, bye, I guess…” Sebastian mumbled as he watched the lovesick boy run away from him.
Tom could hear people yelling his name for pictures, but he ignored all of them. He felt horrible for neglecting his fans, but he had to find her.
Tom finally reached the break room and saw the same beautiful smile from before as she read from a book of fairytales.
Everything felt like slow motion for Tom as he approached where she was sitting.
Tom had normally been good at talking to girls, but as soon as her e/c eyes met his, he felt hopeless.
His throat ran dry and he could hear his heart pounding in his chest while his stomach did cartwheels inside of him. He felt like he was no longer in reality, but placed in a fictional world of romance like in the movies his mom always watches.
Tom suddenly become aware of how much time had passed of him staring when he noticed her smile beginning to drop.
“Hi? Can I help you with something?”
And that was it. Hearing her voice. Her voice was as smooth as velvet and as beautiful as a sunset over an ocean.
Tom swallowed the lump in his voice and counted to three before blurting out a hello.
The beautiful smile returned to her face as she greeted him once again.
Tom’s cheeks heated up again.
“I’m Tom. I uh, I saw you earlier and I-I just, um-”
“He thinks you’re really pretty!”
Tom whipped around to see Sebastian standing at the door smirking, obviously enjoying the torture that the poor boy was in.
“Oh… is that true?”
Tom turned back to look at Y/N with wide eyes. He slowly nodded and felt his cheeks grow warmer if that was even possible.
Y/N smiled up at him before grabbing a notepad from the tables and a pen.
“Well, if that’s the case, maybe when you learn how to speak properly, you can give me a call.”
Y/N handed Tom the piece of paper that contained her phone number.
Tom smile brightly at Y/N before he heard them calling for the Spider-Man Cast to head to their panel.
“Maybe after this is over, I can take you to dinner? Would that be okay?”
a) This is not my fandom b) I was expecting Space Ocean’s Eleven not Space D-Day At Normandy holy fuck c) I am so ignorant of Star Wars that I once thought an origami Star Wars Spaceship was a poorly-executed origami flower
a) Pretty great movie b) K2-SOF MY HEART c) Even though I was expecting it I still almost cried when CGI Baby Carrie Fisher showed up
Also, I told my parents before the movie “This is a movie that is so political Disney had to make a statement that it wasn’t political” and after the movie my mum said “I have literally with my own eyes seen live anti-nuke protests in the sixties that were less political than that movie.”
PS WOW Darth Vader’s outfit does not age well huh? I feel like the grainy quality of the original films hid a multitude of costuming sins on that one, holy textured trousers Batman.
One very important thing that I think about often is the bit in the First Branch of the Mabinogion when Pwyll, the cool prince who has two Welsh vowels in his name, thank you very much, sees this fantastically beautiful woman on a really cool horse, and he says to himself “well, I guess the only logical thing to do would be to get on my own dang horse and chase her,” and he gets some of his buddies together (but just the ones in Pony Club, because the horses are important) and he says to them “right, we’re just going to chase this woman for a bit, is that OK?” and his pals are like “I mean, can you quantify ‘a bit’?” and Pwyll just shrugs and says “until I catch her, I guess,” and then his friends all look at each other and say “yep, that seems like a solid plan, count us in,” and they all get on their horses and they start to chase her and
they keep chasing her without a break
for three days
and every time it looks like they’re catching up with her, time does this weird skippy thing like when you play a bad CD (a scratched CD, I mean, not just Kelly Rowland’s disappointing solo efforts) and they’re suddenly miles behind her again, almost like it’s magic, or possibly a very niche science trick that the men just don’t have the capacity to comprehend in a world without flushing toilets. Gradually, Pwyll’s men just bow out, some gracefully and some probably weeping about piles and missing dinner, and then Pwyll is alone in his pursuit. Exhausted, starving and probably desperate to use one of the aforementioned non-flushing toilets, Pwyll just cries out “I don’t understand! When I saw this woman riding ahead of me, I only had one option, and that was to chase her desperately like the protagonists of La La Land chased a false Hollywood ideal. There’s literally nothing else I can do, but I can’t carry on, and it’s not working,” and then suddenly this idea comes to him and he calls out to the woman “hey, can you stop!”
and she immediately stops
and he catches up to her
and she’s like “fucking hell, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me to stop for three days, I’m absolutely knackered. Also I’m conveniently madly in love with you,” and Pwyll is like “if you’re in love with me, then why didn’t you stop? I just ran about eight triathlons, and by ‘I’ I mean ‘my horse’, who will likely never forgive me,” and the woman (Rhiannon) just shrugs and says “well, you didn’t ask me to stop.”
And either it shows something about the perils of pursuing a goal relentlessly without taking a moment to consider your approach, or it’s a commentary on male expectations of women, or on hubris, but ultimately it’s just really fucking funny.
Minho’s support group at the premiere of 두 남자 (Derailed)! Jinki and his parents, Jonghyun’s mom and sister, Sodam, Minho’s parents and brother, Minseok, Yoona and Sooyoung, Leeteuk, Irene and Wendy, Luna, Sunggyu and Sungyeol, Kim Taehyung & Park Seojoon & Park Hyungsik (Hwarang), Kim Kibang (Medical Top Team), and Lee Hyunwoo (To The Beautiful You)
Not all are pictured here but it is easy to see how loved our Minho is ❤️
In which Jughead and the reader have opposite windows and hidden feelings.
I woke up to my phone buzzing incessantly next to my head. I groaned, opening my eyes blearily, and carelessly threw my hand around trying to find the source of the noise. Once my fingers had grasped it I brought it up to my face, squinting at the bright screen in my dark room. I almost cried when I saw that the time was 3.46am, but was awakened by the five messages from my best friend, Jughead, displayed on the screen. I opened the unread texts, struggling to read them in my lethargic state.
J: You awake?
I rapidly grew furious at his audacity to interrupt my rest. I texted him back a furious, all caps message about how I was now awake, thanks to him, and waited for a reply to make sure it wasn’t an emergency before I went back to sleep.
J: Come to the window
I groaned loudly, forcing myself to sit up and leave the warmth of my bed. Jughead and I’s windows were directly opposite each other, which often came in handy, but also gave him the opportunity to irritate me at all hours. I drew back my curtains slowly to find him already leaning out of his window, waiting for me. I glared at him as I lifted my own window up to speak to him. I was fairly sure I could have been mistaken for roadkill at that moment, with bed hair, half-closed eyes and particularly unflattering pyjamas, but I couldn’t have cared less. Jughead had known me for too long to be phased by it.
“This had better be a world-altering, life or death emergency, Jones.” I muttered, leaning out and glowering at him. To my dismay he grinned at me. Not an emergency then.
“Well that depends. Would you consider my forthcoming death from boredom an emergency?” He asked cheekily, leaning his chin on his arms. I moaned, realising quickly that I had just left the sweet, sweet world of sleep because he was bored. I began to retreat back into my room, but I was cut off.
“No, Y/N, wait, wait.” He whined. I stopped where I was, halfway back inside, and looked at him sceptically.
“If you give me one rational, justified reason for me to stay out here and talk to you, I might consider it.” I told him, raising my eyebrows. He faltered.
“Because… you love me?”
“Bye.” I said, retreating to my bed, but leaving my window open.
“Rude, actually!” I heard him whisper yell as I curled back into my covers. There was quiet for a moment, and I had just begun to slip back into unconsciousness when he spoke again.
“I’m climbing over.”
I opened my eyes in panic and stumbled over to the window to lock it, but he was already there, opening it and climbing in. Because our houses were marginally smaller than the rest of our friend’s, they were just about close enough to each other for the precarious climb to be made between the windows. Jughead had discovered this in about the fifth grade, and I honestly wished he hadn’t. Too many times had I walked into my room to find him already there, lounging on my bed, and scaring me half to death. It wasn’t good for my cardiovascular health, honestly.
I was helpless as he pushed his way into my room, standing up and grinning at me as he brushed off his pyjama pants. Lucky for him, my parents weren’t home, so there was no risk of waking them up. I said nothing, only scowled at him as I retreated to my bed and he followed, sitting on the end of it. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, accepting that I probably wasn’t going to get back to sleep with him here. He was too distracting.
“You won. Happy?” I asked him bitterly. He pouted.
“Come on, Y/N, don’t be like that.” He slung his arm around my shoulders, smirking. “I know you love me.”
“I do not.” I lied, crossing my arms and looking away from him.
“Be honest, you’re glad I’m here.” He teased. I scoffed.
“Glad you’re here keeping me awake, when I could be in the sweet oblivion that is unconsciousness? Yeah, right.” He laughed, and I couldn’t help the smile that overcame my face. I was in too deep.
I wonder if he knew I was in love with him then.
I leant back into my pillows, and he moved so he was lying next to me, both of us staring at the ceiling. If he wasn’t going to let me sleep, he could at least entertain me. I turned my head to look at him.
“Tell me a story, Jones.”
He starting telling me about his writing ideas and talking about anything that came to his mind. I contributed to the conversation a bit, but mainly I just watched him. I had been in love with him for about a year, but liked him for longer. I know, I’m a living cliché. I had been through the struggle of loving your best friend in my head a thousand times, and had overthought everything. I couldn’t tell him, because I knew I would probably lose him if he didn’t feel the same, and that didn’t bear thinking about. But I also didn’t know how much longer I could keep up the pretence. The pretence that I didn’t want to jump his bones every time I saw him, that is. I pushed this internal conflict from my mind, and tried to focus on Jughead. He talked so passionately, his eyes lighting up as he spoke, and I could barely concentrate on what he was saying. I was no longer tired, simply mesmerised by the boy in front of me as the night stretched on around us.
“What’s that look for?” He asked curiously, cutting himself off as he finally noticed my staring. I shook my head, tearing my eyes away from him.
“Nothing.” I said, trying to play it off. He smiled bemusedly.
“What were you looking at?” I paused, bringing my eyes back to his and smiling softly at him.
“You.” I whispered. He smiled, looking confused, but didn’t say anything. My breath caught in my throat as I realised how close we were to each other, now it was silent. His eyes flickered to my lips, and I could hear nothing but our breaths and my own heartbeat. Every concern I had previously had about loving him dissipated as he leaned forward. He hesitantly and softly moved his mouth to touch mine. I was in a sort of trance, my head spinning and my heart threatening to beat out of my ribcage. My lips moved very slightly against his, with my eyes closed. Our noses brushed against each other as we hovered with our lips slightly touching. It was barely a kiss, but it left me breathless. He left me breathless.
He pulled away slightly, his breath faltering.
“Was that… okay?” He whispered concernedly. His eyes met mine and I smiled.
“Definitely.” He smiled and pressed his lips against mine again. I giggled as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping me up in his arms. He kissed me again and again. I couldn’t come to terms with the feeling of his lips on mine. He moved his head back to look me in the eye. There was a soft smile on his face as he studied me. He put his hand on the side of my head, as if to check I was real.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” He breathed in amazement, shaking his head. I felt like crying.
“Neither can I.” I whispered, and he pulled me into him again. His lips were on mine and his arms were around me.