okay but that break though was the best one

Stranger Things Season 2 trailer shot by shot run down

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aw look at my children doing normal children things can’t wait to see how long that’s going to last 

so, the way that Dungeons and Dragons was sort of the running analogy last season, my guess is that this game is going to be the overlying symbolism for this season.

my boys all back together and happy again can’t wait to see how long that’ll last :’)

so if this is the analogy I’m guessing the “sword” is going to be the key to slaying the monster

again, the dragon probably = the monster

and if so, the fact that Dustin seemingly LOST this game sort of worries me…

case in point

this trailer took approximately 15 seconds to get me to say “oh no”

AS I WAS SAYING (okay so obviously from what we left off on last season and the trailers/ teaser we’ve gotten. we now know this season is going to deal with the aftermath of the Upside Down for Will as well as the entire community as rifts have been opened to other worlds)

so i’m assuming Will’s main arc this season is going to be his struggle with being split between two worlds, and though I understand why they did it I wish we could see more of Will apart from that but oh well)

me too buddy, me too.

and thus, we have our big bad for the season *rubs hands together*

mike he is obviously not okay but thanks for being concerned

correct me if i’m wrong but is that Jonathan’s car? why is he leaving?

sooooo why isn’t Will at school?

stancy break up/ tension possibly? nothing good ever really comes from their meeting in this ally

aw…is this why he wasn’t in school? Joyce obviously knows something is up. (side note: is that Hopper behind them?)

oh come on-

these SOBs again?

so i guess maybe the Upside Down;s bleeding over to our world effect crops too???????

Hopper and Joyce as parents yes please (also Will is not okay)

“I felt it everywhere” wtf is that supposed to mean that’s terrifying

please just let the Byers family live someone give them a break

why do they look so suspect? who are they looking at?

honestly I’m loving the Halloween time theme I can’t wait for the aesthetics they’re going to be implementing

my connection/ insider I have previously hinted to me about a Steve/ kids dynamic that was going to be happening this season, but I’m actually very interested to see where this goes and the relationships that’ll come out of it

again with the aesthetics !!! yes !!! please!!! and !!! thank !!! you !!!

when the scientists are worried, it’s really time to get worried

uuuhhhhh yikes? blood is never a good sign?


ah yes all is probably not well at the Wheeler household 

of course my dork sons all go trick or treating in matching Ghost Busters costumes I love them

it looks like he’s tracking something. buuuuut what?


oooohhhhhh these boys look like they’re crushing on the new giiirrrllll 👀 (mainly Lucas and Dustin? maybe Will I can’t tell) (except for Mike because they really are doing everything they can to bury me in Mileven feels)

I can literally feel her angst radiating off the screen and I have a feeling I’m going to stan her unless the writers use her as a devise to cause tension or rivalry among the boys in which case someone is going to die

“Sometimes I feel like I can still see her” WHY DO THE WRITERS FEEL THE NEED TO HURT ME LIKE THIS GAH I MISS MILEVEN HE EVEN KEPT HER BLANKET FORT UP  (because also it’s important to note that this is the same shirt from the screenshot of them watching the girl walk in. so if Mike goes home and realizes he still misses I’m going to choke)

can’t wait for this to most likely just be a cat jump scare

they’re building something don’t ask me what

if I had to guess I would say some sort of device that picks up on signals from the Upside Down maybe? like some sort of crystal radio?

but why does Mike kind of look like hes going to smash it with the speaker?

new girl seems to be working with them/ part of the group now. but the box opened? idk this part is confusing

-EDIT/ UPDATE THANKS TO @disneyprincesskatherine apparently this is a reference to Ghostbusters! the box is similar to a device they use in the movies to catch ghost (i’m uncultured I’m so sorry). she also speculates this is the capture of the sort of “pet” Dustin gets that Gaten talked about (could also be why there is blood on Dustin’s chair)

okay but where is #4? they’re still in their Halloween costumes so we can assume it’s either the day of or the morning after, though on what looked to be Halloween night in one of the previous screencaps, all 4 were present soooo

more evidence of the world meshing

YOU BEST BELIEVE I SCREAMED OUT LOUD I MISSED THEM (they both looks so good I‘m loving the haircuts) (and is this them breaking into the lab?)

even though this is a gross slimy portal to another dimension, i’m still digging the aesthetics

Will is not okay part 87450507

this is either a drawing of a map of the Upside Down or all connecting tree roots. either way wtf Will?

This time on: OTPs With Unreal Height Differences 

it kind of looks like the same “tree roots” on the ground as there were at the gas station shot so yeah, I think Will was drawing a giant root system

🎶 you’re my daaad, you’re my dad, boogie woogie woogie 🎶

DREAM TEAM (Mike, Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce) (also can we laugh at the fact that Mike is armed with a candle holder while he stands next to his sister literally holding a shot gun)

Hop digging my grave for when I finish the season

*cues classic 80′s teen movie party montage*

my girl wildin out (and Steve’s there too I guess)

TELL ME WHO HURT YOU (this is a different outfit from the party though, so it’s not the same scene)

a new weapon? perhaps the “sword”?



everyone in this trailer looks as shook as I feel watching it

Will Is Not Okay: The Saga Continues

same shirt so most likely what he’s experiencing on the other side. I’m almost certain he’s going to play a big role in Eleven being able to come back to the other side

Journey To The Center of the Earth (2008)

well well well, Samwise Gamgee, what’s poppin’

why does Steve have Jonathan’s bat?

as far as I can tell this treck into the Upside Down consists of Mike, Dustin, Joyce, and I can’t tell who the others are 

“ABORT ABORT!!!” (this is a different scene from the one above so I wonder what this is in reference to)

another shot of Will being scared out of his mind, this kid doesn’t ever get a break (though the background looks almost like the lab as opposed to the upside down. I could be wrong)

…well that’s concerning (kind of looks like that giant monster is chasing him)

“If you’re out there, please just give me a sign”

so this looks to be back in the Upside Down equivalent to the classroom where Eleven defeated the Demegorgan. and based on the look on her face and the previous shot above, it seems she JUST woke up




I’m so freaking happy for her return to Mike us

Lord almighty this season looks amazing.

friend: hey what’s u-

me: it’s been exactly one year since the groundbreaking release of the forever refreshing, colourful and energetic bop aju nice, the masterpiece created by a self-producing group of 13 young men who perfectly captured the essence of summer and the inexplicable wonder that cradles a first love. it’s also been exactly one year since this godsend of a group did NOT receive a win for their relentless efforts, despite the summer song being a complete sensation not just within the nation, but around the globe, garnering mass attention due to its hard hitting beat, eccentric build up near the chorus, diverse range in vocals, and its sharp yet fluid choreography. prior to the release of this flavourful arrangement, the boy group blissfully scored their first ever music show win with another *insert 10 thousand adjectives* bop labelled as “pretty u” which was deemed as their big break and a chance for them to truly express the seventeen style that CANNOT ❌ BE 🗣 COPIED 💎 though their hot streak was possibly expected to continue, aju nice did not receive a win, resulting in one of the world’s biggest mysteries, and here, on this elegant summer’s day, i say to thee, NEVER 👏 STOP 👏 SHOWERING 👏 THEM 👏 IN 👏 LOVE 👏 IT’S 👏 20SEVENTEEN 👏 GIRLIES 👏


friend: fuckin TRU 📢📢📢

BTS Reaction ▾ Seeing you for the first time after breaking up


He wasn’t happy about it. Who would be? He thought that he could do this for the rest of the band but seeing you sitting in the booth of this diner waiting for him to get here, looking so amazingly beautiful, made him want to run. Before he could actually do so, your attention had finally landed on him and you smiled as you waved. Why did you look so unaffected? It had only been a month and this way not nearly enough time for the both of you to get over it. He guesses it makes sense since you were the one who broke up with him. He gave you a tight smile and slid in the booth to sit right across from you. 

“Hey.” You let out after a long bout of just staring at each other, figuring out what the appropriate next move should be.

“Hi. So, why are we here?” He said simply. He decided he wasn’t going to indulge you in whatever you had called him here for. He was still a little sour and he didn’t wanna make more conversation than absolutely necessary. You were slightly taken aback by his behavior but tried not to let it hinder what you wanted to tell him. 

You sighed and clenched your hands at a last pathetic attempt to calm your nerves. “I know you don’t wanna be here. That you’d rather not talk to me ever again but I need to apologize.” 

Jin was surprised. He had expected you to ask him to return something of yours. Your cold demeanour had vanished unlike the day you had broken up with him. “What?” He asked weakly.

“I’m sorry for being a jerk that night. I don’t know what had gotten over me and-” You cut yourself off and cleared your throat. “Actually, I do know what got over me. The reason I broke up with you was because I was scared. You liked me so much and I’ve never been looked at the way you used to look at me and it honestly freaked me out. I knew you loved me and not just because you told me every time, but because nobody in my entire life understood me the way you did. Or even tried to. I know I can be confusing and that my emotions are a wreck but this past month has been the worst month of my life. I can’t do this anymore and I understand if you totally hate me right now but I really-” You gulped hard, suddenly the words weren’t spilling from your mouth like they were not even a second ago. You looked at him with wide eyes, hoping he got what you were trying to stay.

“This- I don’t know what to say…” He looked distressed now. One part of him wanted to leave right now but the other wanted to lean over the table and kiss you, right here and right now. You bit your lip and just nodded. Maybe you didn’t deserve him anymore. You made the mistake of letting him go.

“Then I’m sorry. It was selfish of me wanting to get back together with you.” He let you finish before held the both of your hands in his. He carefully brought them up to his lips placed a gentle kiss on them.

“No, just- Just give me some time. I want you back just as much as you do but I need to warm up to the fact. Stay with me and I promise we’ll be with each other again.”

Originally posted by 55kumamons


It was a mutual agreement. He was too focused on his music right now and he couldn’t bear not being with you whenever you needed him, and you didn’t want to hinder his career. Well, it was supposed to be a mutual thing. Not soon after the break up did he realize the colossal of a mistake he had made. Sometimes, he would come home late after long hours of work at the studio to just sleep with his arms wrapped around you. Only to find a cold empty bed the only thing to keep him company. He didn’t like it, but he never made a move to get you back because in his eyes, you were better off. How was he supposed to know that you missed his voice? His touch? And just his mere presence? You were so used to him that you would find yourself making breakfast for two in the morning, or leaving enough space in your bed for him. You were just as torn as he was and none of you could see that.

But just because the two of you were oblivious, doesn’t mean others around you were. For a couple that used to pride themselves in knowing exactly what the other was feeling, Namjoon was really surprised at the lack of action on both side. He lasted two weeks before he deemed he had to act now. He could see how Yoongi was hurting and there was no way you were fine as you kept trying to tell him. He shot you a text asking you whether you wanted to go hiking with him. You quickly agreed as you needed a distraction. Moping around wasn’t going to help anyone. 

Getting to your usual hiking trail, you looked out for Namjoon. You send him a text asking where he was and even though you know he read it. He didn’t reply. “Hey (Y/N)!” Namjoon’s voice spoke up from behind, a little out of breath. You turned around to his figure hunched over and breathing wildly. “I came as soon as I got your text.”

“What the hell happened? Why are you so breathless?” Namjoon refused to answer and shook his head. 

“I have a surprise. But I’m going to have to close your eyes for that.” You looked at him weird but let him do so. “You’re going to thank me for this.” He let out as he guided you, with his hands covering your eyes, up the trail. You only knew that because you felt like you were walking up on an incline.

“You’re weird ‘Joon.” You let with a chuckle. He only huffed, still panting. He led you up the trail a bit more until he suddenly stopped. You were about to ask him where you were but he sensed it and covered your mouth with his hand. Now you were blind and mute. 

He leaned into your ear “You’re welcome.” He whispered as he stood back. You didn’t even get a chance to adjust to your surroundings when Namjoon spoke up again. “Yoongi, look who came.”

Yoongi turned around and your eyes had finally adjusted to the surroundings. He looked so good. Even more so with the scenery behind him and sun shining down on his features. “(Y/N)?” He let out after a long bout of silence. His voice sounded so broken. Like, you were the one thing he needed and had lost. How the hell did you not figure this out? 

Your name from his lips was the only thing that finally urged you to run to him and encircle his waist with your arms. Yoongi smiled, still not sure what the hell was going on but he wasn’t going to question it. Not when you were finally wrapped around his arms again.

Originally posted by sugagifs


It wasn’t like the two of you wanted to break. Nobody really does, but your situation, there was a huge factor that led to your separation. His fan noticed that he’d been spending a lot of time with you and it wasn’t like you guys were trying to keep it a secret. You wanted them to know. He was happy with you and a lot of the times, most people were supportive of the relationship. You were human though. You had become accustomed to see the negatives more than the positive. It was literally in your genes. You couldn’t do anything about it. There’d be threads about how you guys weren’t the best match for each other or how you could hold him back as an artist. Even the lighthearted jokes started to affect you. So, one day, you simply told him you couldn’t do it anymore. That the pressure of being with someone this famous had gotten to you and you couldn’t do it. The worst part is, you had hoped that he would stop, or at least put up an inkling of a fight. Though the only thing he did was nod and say goodbye. You knew he wasn’t mad, but you don’t know what he was feeling if it wasn’t anger. That day, you lied in bed just scrolling through the plethora of pictures on your phone of him, with the intention to delete them. Only to throw your phone away in frustration.

What sucked about being away from Hoseok was that you could see that he didn’t look affected. His face would always show up on your feed and even though it ran a pang through your heart, you smiled at the pictures. They weren’t fun to look at but you still loved him. It made you happy that he was at least a little bit happy. Though he didn’t really see how you felt. You wished he saw how affected you were and do something about it but you know childish thoughts would get you nowhere. You picked up your phone and dialed his number. Deleted from your contacts but that didn’t matter because you’d memorized it. Hitting the call button you realized that what you were doing was probably a bigger mistake than breaking up with him, but it was like your body had a mind of its own. The phone didn’t even ring twice when he picked up. “Hello?” His sleepy voice spoke through.

And just like that, you finally had control over yourself. That was bad because how the hell were you supposed to get out of this? “Hi…” You spoke quietly, your voice raspy. Were you crying? You hadn’t even realized that. You hoped he didn’t actually hear and would hang up soon but his breath hitching in his throat told you otherwise.

“(Y/N)?” He questioned, testing the sound of your name. He felt like he breathed in a sweet breath of air after inhaling as soon as your name left the tip of his tongue. He really had missed you. All this time, he was under the impression that you wanted this. That you never really liked him. So, he thought it was best to make it easier for you to let you go. But hearing your voice so broken and so vulnerable, he began to question himself. “Are you okay?” 

That’s when the floodgates opened. Your sobs started racking your entire body and you tried to quiet down by closing one hand around you mouth. Though noise still slipped past your fingers and with every sob, his stepped matched to making his way right to you. You quickly hung up and scolded yourself inwardly for breaking down so easily. Why were you like this? You don’t know how long you laid in that position just crying and feeling sorry for your pathetic self, but you were brought back out of your own mind to arms surrounding you and his face snuggling into your shoulder.

“Jagi, please don’t cry. I can’t stand it when you’re like this. I’m so sorry for letting you go lik-”

“No, it was me. I-” Another sob interrupted your sentence and you closed your eyes to regain your composure. “I shouldn’t have let the negative comments get to me. It’s my fault that I’m like this.” You let out.

Hoseok shook his head as he brought you closer to his chest, still laid down alongside you. “Don’t you dare say that. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s. Please, baby stop crying. I promise this will never happen again. I just want you back.” You let out a grateful, wet laugh, with tears still running down your face and nodded. You can’t believe how lucky you actually were.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Namjoon really isn’t a jealous guy, at least that’s what he thought. He admits he gets overprotective at times but he always justified it. Truth be told, his jealousy stemmed from his insecurity. He was proud of all he had achieved in his life and he was very confident in them. You were an entirely different story though. Sometimes, he looked at the way everyone around you basically worshiped the ground you walked on. He doesn’t blame them though. You were kind, loving, and hugely passionate about the things you cared for. And then you also had this certain level of charisma to you that even he, a guy with an affinity to words, had a hard time describing. 

The point is, he was scared that you were something way more than he could handle. He thought dating another idol would feel safe. You both knew the life and you could work it out. He never anticipated this sudden uncertainty of your relationship. So, he called it quits. No explanations or anything. The worst part is, he did right before tour. So you had no way of asking him what the hell happened. You spent an entire four months not being able, and honestly, not wanting to contact him. You were slowly getting over the fact that he’d left but you weren’t prepared for him to be at your doorstep, one early morning, wet to the bone due to the recent showers. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice stone cold. He shivered a little and he wasn’t sure if it was from his wet clothes or your voice.

“I- I need to talk… About us.” You looked at him with tears blurring your vision. No, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you like this. He’d lost all right. You quickly tried to shut the door on him but he wedged his shoe between the door, immediately groaning loudly. Your hold on the door loosened instantly because you worried that you’d hurt him seriously. 

“A- Are you okay?” You asked hesitantly. Just because you were mad didn’t mean you wanted to hurt him.

“Yes… Actually no. I’m not. (Y/N), I’m sorry,” you steeled your expressions and tried to close the door again. A little more lighter this time though because his foot was still there and now his hands were stopping you from shutting it as well. “Please, I need to talk to you.”

You contemplated whether you should give him a chance, but you guess you took too long because you heard him sigh and the tension on the door from the other side as free. Meaning that he left it. You didn’t close the door though. You don’t know why, you just couldn’t make yourself do it. Namjoon slowly inched away from the door and you opened it slightly to see him turn away and leave towards the elevator. “Wait! Joonie!” You let out before you could stop yourself.

He quickly turned around, glad that you were giving him some sort of attention. And really hopeful because of the pet name you’d used. You walked out of your apartment, to him and waited. He realized you were waiting for him to explain himself. He took a deep breath and did his best. “First of all, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I left you like that. It was wrong and I should’ve at least explained why I- I broke things off.” You sniffed, and he wondered of you had a cold. “The thing is, I started to feel insecure. I felt like you deserved better than me.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know… You’re just so… So amazing. People like you and not just because you’re an idol. They seem to like you for you. I’ve never met someone who’s ever felt annoyed by you or just plain didn’t like you. I don’t have that kind of personality. I know people just tolerate me ans think I’m holding you bac-”

“Be quiet.” You cut him off “Tolerate you? No. Are you kidding me? B-” You stopped yourself before you actually called him babe. “People adore you! And I’m not perfect. People are weird and sometimes they like and sometimes they don’t. The fact that people like didn’t make you any less deserving of me at all. And I-” tears blurred you vision as you tried to choke out your next words. “And I still love you okay? You’re perfect to me. I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about us and neither should you.”

His eyes widened a little but he still looked guilty. How the hell did he think this was the right thing to do? “(Y/N)… I’m so sorry.”

“I know. Now just- Just come back. To me. Please.” Your voice was weak and he embraced your figure and almost crushing you to his chest. 

“I love you so much (Y/N).”

Originally posted by sugacakes


It wasn’t a breakup. That’s what you said. How can you breakup with someone you never really established a relationship with? When you brought up the fact that you wanted to stop seeing him -and by seeing, you meant sleeping with him- he had gotten upset. He thought that you had finally warmed up to him and was eventually going to confess. He didn’t feel like talking to after that but you were their stylist. So, even though it hurt to be around you, he did his best to just ignore it and speak to you only when necessary.

You on the other hand, had stopped your arrangement of sorts with him because you realized how serious this was. It was all fun and games in the beginning but you started feeling a little more that physically attracted to him. You didn’t like that at all.You had agreed that emotions were to be strictly held at bay. And on top of that, you were working together. How could you even let this go on for so long? Why did you even start this? Though your plan didn’t work out at all the way you had hoped. You had a hard time dealing with being separated from him and your feelings were eating you alive until one day, you burst and told Hoseok everything. He was always a nice person and you guys considered one another to be good friends. He sat quietly on the chair as he listened to you spill every emotion into sentences and confess how you really feel for Jimin. 

After you were done, breathless because of all the ranting and the pacing you were doing. Hoseok’s eyes went wide. “(Y/N), he likes you too! He’s been the moodiest I’ve seen him. You need to go tell him.”

“Wait, he’s into me too? I- Oh no, I’m so daft.” You ran to Hoseok and gave him a hard hug. “Shit, thanks Hobi! See ya!” You said as you quickly ran to the dance studio where you knew Jimin was with some of the other boys.

You practically tumbled into the room but Jimin didn’t even spare you more than a glance. You saw that his mood went from happy to sour real fast though. “Jimin I need to talk to you.” You said, a little timidly because your rushed entrance was earning you a little more than side glances by the others. 

He was focused on filming Taehyung though, who wasn’t even paying attention to the camera anymore. “V, they want to kn-”

“Jimin. She wants to speak to you. It’s rude to ignore her.” Jin spoke up. He wasn’t ever the commanding type but he didn’t like Jimin blatantly ignoring you. Jimin sighed, put the camera aside and motioned for you to leave the room.

“Let’s talk outside.” He said simply. You turned right around and left the room, holding the door open for him. Once, he shut the door behind him, he folded his arms and looked at you. “What did you want to say?”

He sounded so cold, you almost ran right back to Hobi. But you knew he would never lie. At least about something lie this. “I- I had a long talk with Hoseok… About us.” You paused. “And he told me something that shocked me but I can’t believe I never caught on to earlier.”

“Get to the point.” He tried really hard to keep himself expressionless but he knew he was breaking his facade because his heart sped up. It was thumping against his rib cage and he almost felt like it was tying to get out.

“Okay. Fine. Park Jimin, I’m sorry I was a complete dick to you and I want you to know that I really like you. I only ended things because I was scared that I’d fall for you and it would still be just a fling for you. And I know it was childish of me to just call it quits but I was scared.” You ended.

Jimin pursed his lips and nodded. “Okay.” He then slowly reached for your hands. “We’ll try this out then. Try this relationship thing and see how it goes. I just need a little time because I don’t-” He cleared his throat, aware that it might break soon. “I don’t want to get hurt again. These past few days sucked okay? I don’t want and can’t have that happening again. Please.” 

You shook your head “I promise. Never again.”

Originally posted by gotmeolk


You had a fight. It was as simple as that. And the thing is, it was your first big fight. You hadn’t really expected him to walk out on you after that. If you had known, you would’ve stopped immediately and apologized. And to think all of this arose from him asking you take a break from studying. Gosh, why had you been so explosive? Your temper had always been a problem and you can’t believe you let that get in between the two of you like this. And though you ached to call him and ask him to come back, you stopped every time. What if he didn’t want to come back? If that was the case then you’d rather go your entire life not knowing how he felt about you now. It would be absolutely wrecking to know that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. 

You were laying on your bed when your phone started ringing. That was weird. Considering all your friends despised calling you. You looked at the caller ID and saw that it was actually Jimin trying to facetime you. Confused, you picked up the call. “Jimin?”

“Hey (Y/N)! Uuh, please. I need you to do something for me.” He said quickly. He looked like he was backstage or something. They did have a concert they were performing at tonight, but you were still confused.


“Great. Please don’t end the call. Just- Please alright?” He looked kinda desperate, you only nodded as he turned the camera around and you could see Taehyung. He was standing in the middle of the stage with mic in hand. He looked like he was trying to tell the audience something but he was patiently waiting for them to quiet down. “Hello.” he said, his voice low as it sounded across the concert hall. A chorus of cheers erupted and yet again, he waited for them to quiet down. “You may be wondering what I’m doing here right now. All I can say is that I needed to apologize to someone. That person is very dear to me and hurt them. It wasn’t my intention to do so and I regret it so much right now.” Another bout of cheers sounded through the phone. “If you’re somehow listening to this, I love you. I don’t care what you said and I only hope you can forgive me for what I said.” He ended as he bowed and suddenly, your heart swelled, right along with the screams that did. 

Taehyung started to walk right back towards Jimin and gave him a tight smile. “What are you filming me for?” He asked, his voice a little hoarse. But he didn’t need Jimin to answer him back, He caught a glimpse of your face on the screen and immediately, his face dropped. “(Y/N)?”

“Taehyung, you asshole! Why are you like this? Do you know what was going through my mind?” You didn’t even know you were crying until you sniffled. Jimin handed the phone to Taehyung and he scurried off to the side to somewhere more private. 

“Oh baby. Please don’t cry. I hate to see you like this. Especially when I’m not there.”

“Then please come home.” Your voice sounded so small and broken, Tae’s heart clenched tight.

“Okay baby. Just hang on alright? I’ll be there. I love you.”

Originally posted by donewithjeon


You broke up with him. He didn’t really give you a lot of attention. You didn’t mind it at first but it started to bother you only when he would blow you off to go hang out with his friends. The last straw was when you saw photos of him online with another unfamiliar girl. Gathering that he cheated, you broke up with him via  a small note and packed up and left. You blocked him from all things you could possibly block him from. You had been cheated on before and it wasn’t a nice feeling. You had told him that if it ever happened again, you would leave immediately. 

When he came home the next day after spending a night at the dorm to find all your belongings missing, he actually thought that he’d been robbed at first, but then his eyes landed on the note folded once neatly, laying on the top of the dining table. His eyes widened as he read it further and further. That slow rhythmic thumping of his heart that he’d felt after meeting you, and having gotten used to it, had suddenly diminished. The first thing he thought to do was grab his phone and dial your number, hoping to call you back and explain. That he hadn’t cheated on you. How could you think that? But you never picked up his call. Frustrated, he grabbed his jacket and left the house again. He didn’t know how long it had been since you’d left but he thought to check your friend’s house. Making sure to bombard your number with his calls.

When he did get there, your friend was just as shocked as he was when she learned you had just up and left. He groaned loudly but right then, at her standing in her front door, her phone rand and she picked it up in front of him. “(Y/N)? Where the hell are you?” Jungkook perked up at your name. She waited for you to speak and gave him a side glance. “What? Are you sure?” She gave him an annoyed look this time. “Y’know what? Honey lemme call you back. I need to take care of something.” And without waiting for a response, she shut the phone and pointed a finger at him. “You’re an asshole.” and with that she shut the door right in his face.

“Wait. I swear I didn’t do it. That girl was just someone we’re working with! I only kept her company while the others were late!”

“You’re lying.” Her muffled voice came through, but he could see her resolve breaking.

“No. I promise I’m not. I would never do that to her. I know I don’t treat her like I should but I would never sink that low…” The other side of the door was quiet. “Please… Just tell me where she is.” He waited there for what seemed like a good fifteen minutes before the door opened. 

“She’s gone to her parents.That’s all I know.” He quickly thanked her by hugging her and ran to the nearest bus stop, making sure to give your phone one last try. 

He was soon stood in front of your childhood home. He’d seen it in pictures before but this was his first time. Not how he pictured he’d be here. He knew you’re parents had gone out for the country for the holiday and he was thankful as ever. He did not want to meet your parents like this. He walked up to the front door and knocked on it, waiting patiently. After a prolonged time of no answer, Jungkook tried to look into the front porch windows trying to figure out if anyone was home. He was about to get off the porch and actually wait at the gate but the door creaked open. He whipped around to see you looking at him with teary eyes and swelled face. He furrowed his eyebrow and walked right up to you “(Y/N) I-”

“I know. She just told me over the phone. I’m sorry I over reacted Jungko-” 

“No,” He took your hands in his. “No, you were right to be mad. You believed what you saw and I can’t blame you for coming to that conclusion because I haven’t been around like I should have.”

“But I could’ve talked to you… Instead I came all the way here and made you come too.” You averted your gaze and looked at the ground. Jungkook sighed as he leaned into to land a kiss on your forehead.

“Yes… You could’ve.” You raised your head to look at him again. “But let’s not dwell on that right now. Let’s stay here for the weekend. Just the two of us. And I promise that once we do go back, I’ll give you the attention you deserve.” He said with a tone of finality and ended it with a deep kiss to your lips. “I love you.” You smiled at him and he felt his heart regain it’s familiar beating whenever you were around him. Pulling him into the house, you planned on showing him just how grateful you were of him.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


A/N: I know…. These are literally turning out to be full fledged fics… What even am I? I’m so sorry! I need to stop this. P.s. I also realized this turned out to be more of a “How you break up and get back together kinda ordeal… Welp P.s. AAH THIS WAS IN MY QUEUE BUT I SCHEDULED IT FOR NEXT WEEK BY MISTAKE OML I THOUGHT I DELETED IT WTFFF I LITERALLY WROTE TWO OF THE SAME FICS I JUST-

So I was trying to imagine what the rest of the Apprentice’s shop/house looked like and then uh

(^Rough sketch of what I imagine the exterior is like.)

 … yeah, I might’ve gone a bit overboard, so putting the rest under a cut because this is going to get a bit long.

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BTS Reaction to their S/O wanting help with learning Korean


“But you seem to be doing so well” He would argue. 

“So… You don’t want to help?” you would ask

“Nonononono I would I love to help. I just meant that I think that you are capable of doing it by yourself. But if you really want the help then I’m here for you. I’ll help” 

It would become a daily thing. The two of you would sit down at the dining table in evening after dinner and go through the text book. It had became Jin’s favourite thing. After a long day or practice he couldn’t wait to get home and spend some quality time with you. His heart would flutter and would smile at how adorable you were whenever you made a small slip up in pronunciation. 

“Wahhhhhh, look at how good our Y/N has become. You’re better than me these days”

“Oh, shut up” you would giggle bashfully and gently shove his shoulder 

Originally posted by jhopefluxo


“Yoongi, can you come here for a second please?” You call across the room. 

Like most of the time, he has his headphones on but removed them at the sound of you voice,

“Sorry, what did you just say babe?”

“Can you come here pleeaaseeee?”

He walks over and sinks into the seat next to you.

“Okay, I need you to help check my pronunciation. But you cannot laugh at me. Please.” You glare.

“Okay okay, I won't” He chuckled and then waved a hand over him face and changed his expression to a very serious one. 

You weren’t terrible but some words were not as good as others. This became apparent in the change of Yoongi’s facial expression. The corners of his eyes would crease and his lips upturned. 

“Yoonggiiii, stooooop” You whined

He bursted out laughing but then cups your face,

“I’m sorry but you’re just so fucking cute, it hurts” He would say ruffling your hair”

“…Can we make this a regular thing? I get to watch you be adorable and you get to improve your speaking skills. A win-win situation” He smiles 

“Pft… okay, fine” You peck his lips.

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy


You were sat on the sofa with your two text books. Korean Language sat on your lap and Korean Grammar beside you. The sound of the apartment door opening tore you away from your studies. 

“Helloooooooo” Your boyfriend calls through to you. He soon walks through into the living area and finds you and your paperbacked friends. 

“Oooooh, is our Y/N hard at work?” he asks

“Very” you reply, looking back down at todays chapter.

Hobi slouches down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. You smile, brushing the hair away and kissing his forehead. 

“How was practice?” You ask

“Eh. Long and tiring. Like most of the time. But from of the looks of it you have been busy today as well. Can I have a look?” He asks whilst having a peep at your book. 

“Sure” You say passing the book onto him. The both of you sit there going through the work you had done for the day. He would nod in approval and point out parts that could be improved. 

“But please don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re doing so well baby. I’m so proud of yooouuuu~” He wraps him arms around you and pulls you so you’re laying on top of him. 

“This fuels your teaching ambition, doesn’t it?” you ask giggling. 

“I mean… Yeah, it does” He chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose. 

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl


Your boyfriends strolls into the bedroom finding you sprawled out, face down across the bed along with texts books and pieces of paper. He shakes his head snickering. Today was one of those days where you lacked quite a bit of motivation, making it very hard to stick to your organised daily routine of learning Korean.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe. Without lifting your head, you point to the surrounding papers. Curious, he sits down next to you, picking up a book. 

“Ahhhhh, do you want some help?” He asks, running fingers through your hair.

“Ugh, Joon, please don’t do that. It’s making me want to sleep even more than I already do” You groan. 

“Okay, Y/N, sit up. We are going to go through this” 

You groan but still comply. He makes you follow him through to to the dining room table. Namjoon went through the chapter with you for a good hour or so. 

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Better” you reply, “It feels easier when I have someone go through it with me.”

“I’d be more than happy to help you more often. Remember, I know what its like.” 

You nod, “Yeah please” 

He smiles, kissing your temple.

“But can we sleep now? I’m tired” 

He laughs and strokes the back of your head, 

“Sure baby, we can sleep”

Originally posted by holy-yoongi


Whilst Jimin was a dance practice you took the time to practice your pronunciation. You were sat on the sofa with your headphones to listen to the audio. Although you should’ve been practicing and improving upon the words you knew, you thought why not learn something new. Just give it a go. 

It must have been just over an hour and you heard a loud thump in the hallway. You ripped your headphones off and froze in place. You picked up the pillow next to you which would certainly scare off any intruder  and walk towards the hall. 

But it wasn’t a robber or a ghost. It was your boyfriend on the floor holding his stomach in laughter. 


“Oh my… babe… I can’t… LOOK. I’M CRYING. THERE ARE TEARS.” Were the few words he manages to say through laughing. 

Eventually, he calms down and explains. 

“I come in and I just hear you talking to yourself. But then I released it was Korean and. Oh my God, baby you’re so cute” He grins whilst squishing your cheeks. 

You pull his hands away, frowning. 

“Oh leave me alone. I know i’m bad. That’s why I’m practicing” 

“No, it’s so cute~. Listen, I can help if you want. Then you don’t have to talk to yourself” He sniggers.

“Really…?” You ask

“Of course!” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


You and Taehyung were sat on opposite sides of the sofa. As always, Tae was in his own little world, bobbing his head and mumbling song lyrics to himself whilst scrolling through his phone. And you were frowning down at a certain example sentence in your textbook that you had been trying to get your head around and string together for the past fifteen minutes. You groaned in frustration, throwing your head back. 

This caught you boyfriends attention and he looked over at you. 

“Huh, What’s wrong darling?” 

“Whenever I think I’ve got this sentence, I tried to say it but… I just can’t get it out” You whine.

He scooted closer to you to have a look at the sentence. 

He cleared his through and repeated the sentence slowly. You watched the way the words easily rolled off his tongue and left his lips. You huffed to signify that it was still proving to be difficult. 

“Let me hear you say it” He said, passing the book back to you.

You did your best to say the sentence and looked back to Tae’s face afterwards to check for him opinion. He looked back at you with his huge boxy smile. He found your mispronunciation incredibly endearing. 

“…What?” You asked, self conscious.  

“You’re so adorable” he smiled adoringly at you. 

The comment made you flush “Tae, I need feedback. How can I get better?” 

“Ah yeah, right. Let me break it down for you” 

You finally somewhat got there after about half an hour 

“YES, Y/N! THAT’S IT!” He cheered holding his hand up in the air. You laughed and returned his high five. 

“Lets make this a regular thing” 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


“Kookie, remember you promised to help me with pronunciation tonight” you reminded your boyfriend after cleaning up the dishes from diner. 

“Oh yeah, you want to start now?” 

“Yeah, just give me a second” you said going to get your essentials. 

You both sat down on the living room floor with the book in between you. 

“Actually, Y/N. I have a better idea” Jungkook smirks. You raised your eyebrows in curiosity.

“And what would would that be?” you asked.

“How about I test you? So you have to repeat the sentence in Korean but without looking at the book” 

“Wow, that is such a Jeon Jungkook thing to say. But okay.” 

The few sentences you said with ease which earned an approving look from your boyfriend. But then the next one somewhat stumped you but you where still quite sure of yourself. So you give it your best shot. 

But Jungkook found something about it absolutely hysterical and flopped onto the floor in a fit of giggles. You pouted and frowned. 

“Whats so funny?” you grumbled 

“That’s not how you say it, babe.” He laughed. 

“I’m sorry that i’m so bad at this. That’s why i asked you to help me.” 

“I know I know I know. I’m sorry. You’re so cute though” He kissed you forehead. 

“Okay, Lemme break this down.” He grinned.

Originally posted by jeonbase

(This is my first reaction so please go easy on me~ thank you~)

In 5 Years Time (Calum AU)

Hi y'all! So I decided to write a full length AU based on this short blurb I wrote last week. This is honestly one of my favorite things I have ever written so I hope y'all like it! 

(P.S. if you want an added effect have Haley Reinhart’s cover of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” on hand. I’ll tell you in the story when to play it.)

Word Count: 2,735

Warnings: None


The first time I saw him was on campus.

I was walking to the big lecture hall for my anatomy class and I saw him walking towards me. I thought to myself that he was very attractive with his ripped black jeans and his bright red Nike shoes, but I wasn’t interested in any boys. I wanted to focus on school, so I avoided his gaze and I kept walking.

The next time I saw him was the next semester in our shared psychology class.

He sat down right next to me on the first day and introduced himself as Calum Hood. He was still just as attractive as he was that first time I saw him. His hair was a mess of dark curls, but he covered them with a plain black snapback in an attempt to tame them. He had tired eyes that looked like they longed for sleep, but on this 8am Monday class, everyone else was tired as well. I sat through the entire hour and a half long lecture sensing that his eyes were on me. He would pay attention to the professor for little bits at a time, but his gaze would always return to me eventually.

“Would you want to go on a date with me sometime?” He asked at the end of that very lecture, his brown eyes staring into mine hopefully.

“Sorry, I’m not really looking for a relationship right now.” I said as I left the classroom in a hurry, not wanting to stick around to see his defeated expression. The next time we had class was on Wednesday, and Calum sat down right next to me once again.

“I know you don’t want to go on a date with me, and that’s fine,” he stated as I finally looked over at him.

“but, can I at least get your name?”

“Y/N.” I replied with a small smile. I wanted to be friendly, but not so friendly that he thinks I’m going to change my mind. I’m not going to.

“Y/N,” he repeated.

“It’s nice to finally have a name to the face.” He smiled and swiveled in his chair to face forward and opened his notebook to get ready for the lecture. He had a very nice smile. His eyes seemed to light up and crinkle in the corners when he smiled at me. You don’t want a relationship. I had to remind myself. I was finding it quite hard to remember that when he was around.

Over the next few months we had struck up a friendship together. It had taken him a bit to break down my walls, but I eventually let him in. He had become one of my best friends. I knew I could tell him anything without judgement, and he knew he could do the same with me. The best part about Calum though was that after that first time he asked me out and I said no he never pursued it any further. He knew that’s not what I wanted and he respected that, so I was ever so surprised when he tried asking me on a date again 6 months into our friendship.

“Okay.” I told him.

“Really?” he asked surprised. I nodded yes to him and he engulfed me into a bone crushing hug. I didn’t really know why I had agreed to the date when my feelings on the matter hadn’t changed at all. Sure we almost had slip ups sometimes, his hand grazing mine before quickly pulling away or me thinking late at night about what it would be like to call Calum more than a friend, but I still didn’t want a relationship, at least I thought I didn’t, but when I saw him standing there completely vulnerable and nervously asking me on a date, my heart said yes without permission from my head.

“I’m so happy you said yes. You won’t regret it!” Calum said as he rushed out of my dorm room.

In the days leading up to our date I kept going back and forth on whether or not I should call and cancel. I wanted to cancel, I really did, but whenever I picked up my phone and saw his contact name all I could think about was how his whole face lit up when I said yes and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t crush him like that. Internally, I knew that it was wrong. I was going into this date with the intentions of not carrying on a relationship, and he was thinking a relationship was a strong possibility for us. Canceling would have been the right thing to do, but whenever I tried a small part of me would scream no, and curiosity eventually got the best of me.

So there I was on a Friday night, sitting on my bed and waiting for Calum. I had the door to my dorm propped open so I saw him as he walked up, but he knocked on the door twice anyway.

“Hey,” he smiled shyly.

“you look great.” he said as he stepped farther into my dorm until he was right in front of my bed. He extended his hand to me and I took it as I stood up.

“You do too.” I told him, a bright pink blush spreading across his face. And he really did. He was wearing his usual black skinny jeans and a dark blue and gray checkered flannel, but he somehow managed to make even the simplest of things look magnificent.

“You ready to go?” he asked me. I nodded yes to him and we strolled out of my room hand in hand. I kept thinking that I shouldn’t be holding his hand because I didn’t want to give him the wrong message, but I couldn’t help but notice how soft and warm his palm was and how perfect my hand felt resting in his, so I kept it there. I kept it there until we got to his car and I was forced to let go.

We didn’t say a whole lot on the car ride, just our normal banter, but the air had a different feeling to it than it normally did when we were together. It took me a few minutes to figure out what it was but then it hit me: I’m nervous. I couldn’t help but wonder why. Why was I so nervous around Calum? The same Calum that I’ve been best friends with for the past 7 months. The same Calum that has seen me in my most embarrassing moments, so why was I choosing now to be suddenly self conscious? When I looked at Calum I could tell that he felt the same nervous energy that I had. He was fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt with one hand and drumming on his steering wheel with the other when he normally didn’t do that.

“Why are we so nervous?” I laughed.

“I have no idea.” Calum replied, his tense shoulders relaxing with the relief of me mentioning it first.

“So lets not be nervous anymore then.” I shrugged.

“Agreed.” he nodded as he pulled up to my favorite Italian restaurant. He laughed when he noticed my excitement.

“I know how much you love their homemade spaghetti sauce.” Calum said. I really did love the sauce. Some of mine and Calum’s fondest memories were made while laughing and eating takeout on the floor of my dorm room with this very spaghetti sauce dripping down our chins.

We got seated at my favorite table. The table was right next to a stone fireplace with twinkly string lights hanging from the mantle. Quite a romantic spot.

“I’m gonna admit I was really surprised you agreed to go on this date with me.” Calum said.

“Honestly, I’m a little shocked I said yes as well.” I replied as I unwrapped my silverware from the thick black napkin.

“But I’m glad you did.” Calum said as he looked straight into my eyes. I can’t lie to him.

“I always have a good time with you Calum, but I have to be honest,” I started.

“I’m still not looking for anything super serious right now.” I looked at him to see his reaction and he just smirked at me and picked up his water glass.

“We’ll see about that.” I heard him mumble as he took a drink.

And we’ll see we did.

The rest of that night ended up going really well, so well that he kissed me in front of my dorm room door and I didn’t pull away. I sunk closer into him. I savored that moment. During that kiss was when the realization hit me that I didn’t want to spend any more time pretending that I didn’t want to be with Calum when I clearly did. I spent so much time fighting with myself trying to decide what I wanted that I didn’t realize he had been standing in front of me for the past 7 months. I fell head over heels in love. Any moment not spent with Calum was a moment wasted in my book. We were the big couple on campus and we weren’t afraid to let people know it. We were in bliss, but that all changed as graduation day approached.

We had been in relationship heaven for two years before we realized that we weren’t going to work. Calum wanted to move to Los Angeles to pursue his music production career and I wanted to stay in my hometown to remain close to my friends and family. We were so caught up in each other that we hadn’t thought to ever sit down and have a real conversation about where we were headed in life and, unfortunately, that was in two different directions.

“I’ll always love you, Y/N.” Calum said to me on our last night together.

“Goodbye Calum.” I said to him as he walked away from me, his bags in his hands and his head hung low.

That was the hardest moment of my life.



I couldn’t believe it was really my wedding day. It had been a long time coming, but when those double doors opened and I saw all my friends and family sitting there, and most importantly when I saw Calum standing at the end of the aisle, I knew it was all worth it.

Let me explain.

Yes, Calum and I had broken up after college graduation. About a year after our breakup, Calum and I reconnected while he was visiting home for the holidays. It ended up being a very drunken night where we both confessed we were still madly in love with each other. We decided we wanted to give our relationship another go. After the holidays, Calum went back to LA and I stayed at home and we tried the whole long distance thing for about 5 months before I realized that it wasn’t going to work for me, so I moved to LA. It took me awhile, but I had realized that yes, I wanted to be close to my family, but Calum was my family too, and without Calum in my life my family didn’t feel complete. So fast forward two years and Calum proposed in our hometown in front of my whole family on our anniversary, and fast forward one more year and here we are: on our wedding day.

“I remember the first time I saw you.” Calum said nervously when he started his vows.

“You were walking to class wearing those ratty converse that you still even now refuse to throw out, and you had your head down and were refusing to look up at me.” Calum was speaking quietly so they pulled out a microphone from somewhere and held it up to him as he mumbled a ‘sorry’ in apology.

“And then when I saw you sitting in my psychology class that first day I knew that if I didn’t take a chance and sit next to you that I would regret it for the rest of my life.”

“And boy, am I glad that I took that chance.” he chuckled as everyone else laughed along with him. He continued on with his vows, some things he’d say would make me tear up and some things would make me embarrassed that he chose to even say them.

“I also remember you that day when you saw me walking to class.” I began, Calum with a confused look on his face. I’d never before told him that I too took notice of him that day.

“I remember seeing those red Nikes of yours walking towards me,” I said while gazing into the love of my life’s beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“and I knew from that moment that I was screwed, and that you were going to be someone special to me.” Everyone in the crowd let out collective ‘aw’s’ as tears started to well in my eyes.

“You’ve been my best friend for 7 years now, and I wholeheartedly believe that there is no better man for me out there than you, Calum.” I said with a few tears finally escaping my eyes. Calum brought my hand up to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of it. The rest of the ceremony seemed to move so slowly until the moment finally came that I was waiting for.

“And now announcing, for the first time, The Hoods!” Our friends and family cheered us on and wiped tears from their eyes as Calum grabbed me by the waist and kissed me deeply. He dipped me down with one arm while the other arm shot into the air in a victory fist pump, his lips still locked to mine throughout it all.


Before I knew it, we were at our reception mingling with all of our guests. I was talking with my grandma when I realized I hadn’t seen Calum in a while. I told my grandma I would visit with her again later and started looking around for him. It was almost like he could read my mind because right then I saw him walk back into the reception room with my tattered up converse in his hands, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder, and you’ll never guess what on his feet: those damn red Nikes.

“I had Ashton go and pick these up for us quick.” He said as he approached me, a huge grin on his face.

“I thought it would be a good touch for our first dance together.” Calum said as he kissed me on my cheek and handed me my shoes. I had just enough time to slip them on my feet before I heard the DJ announce that it was time for our first dance together as a couple. We headed to the middle of the dance floor hand in hand, a soft ring of light illuminating us. Haley Reinhart’s cover of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” ( side note: start playing the song now for an added effect) started playing as Calum took my hand in his and pulled me closer to him, swaying back and forth with the beat.

“I still think this song choice was a bit cheesy.” He grinned at me as he spun me around before bringing me back close to his chest.

“It relates to us though.” I said.

“No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t help but fall in love with you.”

“You and those damn red Nikes.” I laughed lightly as I looked down at the shoes currently on his feet. He laughed with me.

“It’s crazy because two days ago I was kissing my fiancé and now I’m kissing my wife.” Calum thought out loud as he brought his face down to mine and captured my lips in another sweet kiss, our reception guests cheering once again.

“You know, I think about what you said on our first date about not looking for anything serious a lot.” Calum looked down at me, and I looked up at him with a look of confusion on my face.

“You weren’t really looking for anything serious, huh? Well how’d that work out for you?” He asked with a goofy crinkly eyed smile on his face.

“It worked out great. I have you, don’t I?”

I almost texted you today
You are finally going to med school
We have been talking about it since the last 7 years
I almost typed a long, emotional text
Even though we don’t talk anymore, I still do care
I almost commented on the Instagram pictures of your farewell party
Funny how I wasn’t the one organising it
I almost teared up thinking about our friendship
But then I remembered the end
And I let the almosts remain
—  Every almost doesn’t have to be a bad thing
I Really, Really, Really Like You

Jonathan Toews x Reader

Team: Chicago Blackhawks

Warnings: Slight language, implied sexual themes, FWB

POV: Second Person

Do you write for Toews? If so, I’d love a fic where you are Fwb, but then he does on a date. Reader is super sad bc she had fallen in love with him, but there’s a happy ending where toews feels wrong on a date with some1 else and comes back to Her. Thanks😘 

Originally posted by hockeyeurs

Your name: submit What is this?

“You’re off early,” You mumbled, hearing Jonathan fumble around the room, attempting to get dressed. You rolled over in bed and looked at him, watching as he scrambled to button up his pants. 

“(Y/n),” He breathed. “We can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” You sat up, completely taken back. “Why?”

“I’m branching out,” He explained. “I’m dating around,”

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Six Reasons Why You’re (going to be) Okay
  1. A late assignment is not the end of your academic career. If something is late, it’s late. Whatever caused it to be late is in the past - go talk to your teacher now, and figure out what to do to fix it. Sometimes, they won’t even take off points if you explain what happened.
  2. A failed class can be retaken. If you fail a class, it sucks. It really does. However, classes can be retaken. That’s the beauty of them. You’ll do a lot better the second time, I promise.
  3. Small animals exist and would love you to pet them. It doesn’t have to be now. It doesn’t have to be soon! But find some type of small animal and pet it. Shelters have lots! Volunteering at a shelter is a good way to rack up both good vibes and release stress.
  4. You’re important to someone. It may not be someone you expect, either. Maybe it’s someone who sees you around and has a crush that they’ll never mention. Maybe it’s a teacher who believes that you can do your best. Maybe it’s a family member or acquaintance who isn’t very good at showing affection. Hell, if no one else, you’re important to me.
  5. No one judges you harder than yourself. You’re going to take all your mistakes harder than anyone else. Think about how you’d feel if your best friend made the mistake you just made - would you mock them or constantly talk about the mistake, or would you be kind and drop the subject? You are your OWN best friend. No one is going to take better care of yourself than you.
  6. Ten years from now, you’ll be great at whatever you’re upset about today. I was always upset at my lack of social skills when I was younger. I wouldn’t say I’m amazing now, but I can hold a conversation with a stranger at the desk where I work without breaking into hives, which is a huge improvement. I had the weirdest intonation when I was younger, and now I sing okay. Young Me would have thought Current Me was a witch, though, skill-level-wise. Keep at it, whatever you’re trying to improve. It’s going to get better as long as you care about it.

I’m awake what the fuck


Okay I read all of these messages and thank you to those who were being supportive. And to those who said my blog was to similar to askthesquips; I’ll try my best to keep it as different as possible. 

And thank you to one of the anons who suggested a new url. And another thank you to another anon who actually acknowledged about how anxious I was to start this blog. 

I’ll still continue with this blog though because it’s fun and I like to have fun (and I have nothing else to do over summer break). So thank you once again to everyone who’s really supportive of this blog! -Mod Eli

anonymous asked:

42 and 46 for Jungkook,roommate!au,angst and romance(if you don't do both,romance) for the drabble game!

It’s a bit longer then a normal drabble but I couldn’t make it shorter. I tried to do both genre’s, hope you will like it!

Originally posted by sugachim95

Pairing; Jungkook x reader

Word count; 2.994

42. “Why do you like him so much?”

46. “Just forget about me.”

“Have you seen him?” you just entered the school and almost got tackled by your best friend, as she grilled you about some guy. “Who?”

“We have a new classmate.”

“Do we?”

“Yes and he is handsome, it’s not normal.”

“He is?” you couldn’t help but talk like this because you just woke up and to pay attention to an over enthusiastic person this early in the morning was not easy. “You walked into your class and sat down at your desk which was by the window. You opened your textbook and put your head on it, you didn’t even notice there was someone sitting behind you, which had never been the case. “Yah y/n, he sits behind you.”


“You know the new guy.” you opened your eyes and couldn’t help look annoyed. “Whatever, can’t you just let me sleep?”

“No really, you should turn around.” you sighed because the only way she was going to give this up, is when you took a peek at the guy so you turned around and there sat the most handsome guy ever. He was staring outside, which gave you a good view on his jawline, you could tell he worked out a lot, he noticed you staring and if you thought he was nice, then you thought wrong because the look he gave you, made you want to hide.

“What?” boy that was just rude but it could be nerves, right? You smiled at him, hoping he would find it cute. “Hi I’m y/n, you must be new.”

“Really?! How could you tell? Just turn around.” you stared at him in disbelief but did what he asked and as you turned around, you couldn’t help but feel really offended, how dare he talk to you like that. He was already getting under your skin but not in a good way. He was handsome but that said it all, his personality sucked, at least that’s what he showed.

“Good morning class, we have a new student.” he pointed at the guy behind you and everyone turned to look at him except for you because you really didn’t feel like getting death glares this early in the morning. “Please introduce yourself.” he got up slowly and walked up to the front of the class. He bowed towards the class. “Hi my name is Jeon Jungkook, please take care of me.” with that he walked back to his seat and that’s when the torture began. You had always praised yourself on studying hard and everyone knew better than to disturb once you were busy but apparently Jungkook didn’t share those thoughts, as he often poked you in the back with a pen or pencil.

“What do you want Jungkook?!” you turned this time after he had been poking you the entire morning. “I want you to write me an essay for literature.”

“And why should I help you?” this boy had been a little shit, bullying me every time he found some time but because he was so popular you couldn’t do anything but there was going to be a day that he was going to regret it. “Because you like me?” you choked on your own saliva when he said that and as you laughed at him he threw the pencil against your head, which hurt but it was so worth it. “Yah, stop teasing him y/n!” your best friend had this huge crush on him and every time you got in a fight with him, she would get really angry and always at you, which was totally unfair. ‘I’m not even doing anything!”

“Just leave him alone!”

“Why do you like him so much?!” you yelled at her in frustration and when the entire class fell quiet, you knew your mistake and as Jungkook got up you tried to hide under your textbook, which was ridiculous, to be honest, but what could you do. He kneeled down at my best friends table and put his hands on her knees and somehow you didn’t like it and not because you hated him but it just didn’t feel right for him to pay attention to someone else. “Don’t mind her, it’s okay to like me but I have to be honest with you. I don’t like you that way so please throw away those feelings.” with that he walked out of the classroom and seeing your best friend cry, well you didn’t hesitate one second and followed him out.

“YAH JEON JUNGKOOK!” you actually yelled it through the entire hallway, making a lot of people stare but you didn’t care, how dare he treat your friend like that even though he had been honest, it was a bit harsh to break her heart like that. “What!” he stopped which made you bump into him “Go apologize to her.”

“Why would I?”

“Because you were rude!” He suddenly pushed you against the wall, which freaked you out as he pushed you rather hard and you knew for sure it would leave a bruise but what you didn’t expect was that he would come so close. “Mind your own business!” he sneered at you but you decided that you weren’t afraid of him, which could be the stupidest thing ever or not.  “She is my business.”

“Whatever, just stay away from me!”

“Gladly.” what you didn’t know was that you stroke a nerve and to be honest you were curious as to why he was like this so you waited for him after school, to follow him but what you discovered made you understand him completely. He had a drunk for a father and his mother died, at least that’s what you heard from someone who lived in the same street. You looked at him with different eyes after that day and everything he threw your way, you just endured it. As long as he could get rid of his anger.

“Today we will have a team project, The teams will be existing out of two people.” You had a feeling you knew where this was going and without realizing you crossed your fingers in the hope you wouldn’t get teamed up with Jungkook because that would be a disaster. “Y/n and Jungkook, you will be in charge of a photo shoot, please come get your details.” you did get up right away but Jungkook didn’t move a muscle. You sighed as you walked to the teacher and thanked him for the things he gave you. You took a seat and turned around. “So when do you want to do this?” he looked at you as if you had gone crazy. You hadn’t been looking at him today but he seemed a bit out of it. He looked ill but you must’ve seen it wrong. “You can do it alone right?” he sounded annoyed like always but you had noticed that the expression in his eyes had changed lately when he looked at you, he didn’t look at me with hate, you wouldn’t say it was love now but he definitely warmed up to you.

‘I can’t, One of us needs to be the model for this photo shoot.”

“Well do it yourself then.”

“Yeah I think the teacher knew you were going to say this, so he put in the assignment that you have to be the model, otherwise we both get a fail.” he shrugged and looked outside but this did make you angry because he maybe doesn’t care about his grades but it was everything to you and he knew this. You got up and stormed out of the classroom, leaving everyone behind in shock. You were known for your calm personality so they knew something was wrong and it didn’t take long before you were grabbed by your wrist and pulled into the stairway. Jungkook smashed you against the wall again and as you still had bruises from the other times, this actually hurt.

“What’s your problem?!”

“You, you are my problem!”

“I did warn you to stay away from me, didn’t I?”

“You know, I don’t care that you slam me against walls, door or just shove me aside because I know why you do it but now you are even set on destroying my life by making me fail, only because you don’t want to take some damn pictures! It’s not like I’m asking you for your life!”

“What do you mean, you know why I do it?” oh shit, you and your big mouth but there was nothing you could do about it now. “I followed you one day and found out about your past.” you gulped because the look in his eyes got dark and this time you knew you had to take a step back, not that it mattered because, for every step you took, he took one towards you and when he suddenly grabbed your throat, you didn’t feel fear but pity because why would someone mess this kid up so badly that he needs to let out his anger this way. “How dare you follow me!” you couldn’t talk back because he had tightened his grip and now it became a struggle. “If you tell anyone, I will kill you!” you tried to stay calm but that was not working, so you tapped him on his arm and eventually he let you go, making you fall to the ground as you gasped for air.

“Jungkook, I won’t tell anyone,” you said in a raspy voice and this did make him look at you. “Why?”

“Really, it’s because I like you.” at that moment you wished you could it back but there was no way and the look that appeared in his eyes was one of surprise, he really didn’t expect you to like him and it was as if realization hit him for every time you jumped in to protect someone from his anger. “So the reason why you are always in the way is because you like me?” you nodded and a sadness appeared in his eyes as he shook his head. “You can’t.” you got up and grabbed his arms, making him look at you. “Why?”

“I’m no good, I only hurt you.”

“Well, maybe you can stop now and treat me like a normal person.”
“I can’t do this.” he pulled himself free and ran away, that was the last time you saw him, you tried to call him but never got a response so eventually you had to ask the teacher if you couldn’t get another partner and luckily the class president offered, this way you could get a good grade but the thing with Jungkook didn’t sit well with you especially after a week had passed. You had to look for him and when you made your way to his house a bad feeling came over you and as you knocked on the door, you heard something break, followed by some curses. “Who is there?” you recognized Jungkook’s voice even though it sounded weak. “It’s me.”

“Go away.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” he didn’t sound fine, he sounded way too weak and you started to feel nervous. “Can’t you come outside?”

“I can’t right now, please just go away.”


“It’s just someone from school.”


“She is leaving father.” that’s when you heard someone getting pushed aside and when the door opened you were shocked to see the man in front of you. You could clearly see that he was an addict and you were not talking about alcohol only. “She is pretty.” a cold chill rang over your back and she checked you out and as you took a step back, your eyes fell on Jungkook, who was holding the wall. He looked terrible, he had bruises all over his body, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and when you saw cuts, you wanted to get help immediately but his father grabbed your arm and pulled you inside. “Don’t just stand there.” he guided you to the living room and you stopped when you saw a naked woman lying on her back, whilst the camera was directed at her. You pulled yourself free from his hold “I’m disturbing, right? I can come back later.”

“No it’s okay, we are almost done, just go stay with Jungkook in his room.” you turned and saw Jungkook lingering behind you, he wanted to protect you that was certain but he couldn;t not in this state. You helped him by holding him at his waist. “Let’s go.” he opened the door to his room, which seemed like the cleanest room in the entire house.

“We need some first aid stuff, do you have some?” you didn’t wait and started to search his room. “It’s in the bathroom.”

“Okay I will be right back.” the second you stepped out of his room you regretted it because they were actually shooting a porn video and you saw everything as you quickly slipped into the bathroom. When you returned to his room, Jungkook had passed out. “Aish, why now. You couldn’t stay awake for just a few more minutes.” you know you were rambling but you couldn’t help it as you were way too nervous about this and that bad feeling you had, well it got worse. You treated him as best as you could but you were no doctor and as you were putting the pillow under his head, the bedroom door flew open, showing his father in only a robe and underwear.

“We’re done, you can come sit in the living room.” you shook your head. “No that’s okay, I will stay with Jungkook.” The smile disappeared from his face but knowing he couldn’t do anything to you, he slammed the door shut, this did wake up Jungkook. “What?”

“Your father asked me to sit in the living room but I told him I would stay here with you.” you had never seen Jungkook looking scared but now his eyes showed how afraid he really was. “You shouldn’t have refused him.”


“He doesn’t like hearing no when he is being nice.”

“Look is that really important right now?” Jungkook stared at you as did he saw you for the first time. “What did I do to make you like me this way?”

“You thought I didn’t notice that you were actually a really nice guy. You send people to me whenever you smashed me into a wall with pain patches, you even made people buy me drinks, you think I didn;t notice that you asked them to do that? I like you because you do care and you’re also really handsome.” You shrugged, which made him chuckle. He came closer and for the first time he didn’t look angry or annoyed, he looked at you the way you had wanted him to look at you, with love and as he put his hand in your hair you closed your eyes and as he pressed his bruised lips against yours, it felt like the world stopped, there was a desperation in this kiss and as you touched his face gently, he sighed and deepened the kiss. That’s when the door was thrown against the wall making you jump but Jungkook held you in place. “Look at me.” you immediately did what he said and when you saw the tears in his eyes you knew what was coming and as he caressed your lips, you heard his father coming closer.

“Just forget about me,” he whispered against your lips, your heart started to beat like crazy because why was he saying this. He kissed you one more time before he pushed you away, just in time as his father swung a bat, which now hit Jungkook. “Y/N RUN!

You hesitated for a few second but you knew what you had to do, so you did run until you were two blocks away and that’s when you called the cops and not long after you heard the siren of the police car, followed by an ambulance. You didn’t waste time and ran back only to see an unconscious Jungkook being carried away and his father was sitting in the police car. You ran to the ambulance “I’m with him!” you urged and they let you sit with him and as you speeded to the hospital you kept checking if he was still breathing. When you arrived at the hospital they needed you to fill out some forms but you didn’t know a lot about him but you tried to fill out everything, you had called your teacher to inform him about Jungkook and he said he was coming right away. “Miss?” you turned around as the doctor approached. “Are you the one who called the police?”


“You saved his life.”

“I did?”

“Yes, because of the blood loss and the head wound he could’ve died if you hadn’t called sooner.”

“Can I see him?” when you walked into the room he looked peaceful and clean, which made your heart a bit more at ease. Your teacher asked you to stay by his side until he wakes up, so the only thing you did was go home to grab some stuff and you even bought a few things for Jungkook. This was the way you were living until he finally woke up.

“Y/N?” you lifted your head when you hear his voice. “You’re awake.” he nodded and smiled at you, which made your heart jump. “I will call the doctor.” the second you stood up he pulled you back. “No, I need to say something to you first.”

“Okay, what is it?” you leaned over him so you could hear him better and as you locked eyes with him he smiled and gently caressed your lips again and the look he was giving you said it all but you still waited for him to say it himself.

“I love you.”

“I know.


I Think We Have a Connection (C.H.)

College sucks. Everyone says that but like, college really fucking sucks. The university you’re at is great, no really, it is, but it only guarantees housing for freshmen and sophomores. So you’ve been forced to move into an overpriced apartment that’s overcrowded with college kids, way too many of whom like to party when you’re trying to write because, like the idiot you are, you decided to major in English. Yes, you love to write, and read, and study the English language, but trying to go through the creative process is really hard when all you can focus on is trying to figure out whether the pounding in your skull is the bass from the floor above you or your headache.

One upside of living around college students, though, is that everyone in your building is in your age range, meaning cute people aren’t always so hard to come by. And there was this one guy… Calum.

Maybe two weeks after you moved in, your next door neighbor moved out, which was a relief. The guy was a creep and an ass. He would come over early in the morning and ask for the randomest crap, just to see you in your pajamas. The other reason his departure was so nice was that the newest denizen was Calum. And well, Calum was something else. By something else, you mean a god. (And he’s a music major. How hot is that?) If only could get your head out of your ass long enough to form a coherent sentence around him.


It’s around seven in the evening and you’re working on your latest Creative Writing assignment. A song. You’re not exactly a rhyming genius. To be honest, you hated creative writing until someone told you not every poem has to rhyme. But songs, songs do. Songs rhyme. You sit at your computer, staring at the word document in front of you. So far you’ve got six lines:

‘I once saw a cat
Eating its scat
It was nast
-Y and blast
Nasty cat’

Not your best work. At all. Ever. If you could burn your computer without being out nearly a thousand dollars, you would be poking a burning log with a stick.

You’re having trouble with rhyming, right? Okay, what’s a word that has a lot of rhymes. Blue. Pew. Ew. New. Glue. Shoe. Cue. Queue. ‘Queue’ is such a dumb word. Why are there so many ‘ue’s. You only need one. You don’t even need one. Just the letter works. Both are pronounced “Q”. It’s like the ‘ay’ in ‘okay’. Useless.

Like your brain, apparently.

You just, you need a nap. A long nap. Or a break. You could go for a 3 month nap. That’s why summer vacation exists, though. Oh, vacation. How you love vacation. No frustrations, just rest. Hey, wait. Vacation, frustration. Um, motivation. Elation. Imitation. Corporation. Migration. Collectivization. Oh hell yeah, this is it.

In our nation
Isn’t good for
Future generation

No corporations
Just calculations
One advantage
Is no inflation

Were the same
‘Cos of Stalin’s regulations

In other nations
The reason for the
USSR’s creation’

That is simultaneously the worst and best thing you have ever written. You also have literally no tune for it, but the cadence didn’t suck and it rhymed, so you were going to print it out. If you didn’t come up with anything better, you were going to turn it in too. You print the document, but, as per usual, it doesn’t fucking print. Why does your printer never work? You think it might be the connection between the printer and the computer. You knew you shouldn’t have gotten a wireless one but the stupid salesman convinced you it would ‘work better in the long run’ and ‘all the biggest corporations use them’. You sigh and try printing again, to no avail. You figure you’ll just go to bed and try again in the morning.

The next morning you wake, feeling much better. Until you remember your Creative Writing assignment. Well, those thirty seconds were quite possibly the best thirty seconds of your life. You rummage around your kitchen, looking for some eggs or something to cook up. You quickly come across some old boxed pancake mix, and figure, why the hell not? As you finish cooking and realize that goddamit you’re out of paper plates again, you hear strumming from next door. You sigh quietly, listening to Calum hum a tune.

After a couple of minutes, he strums the guitar again. He pauses, and then begins to strum in earnest.

In our nation”

Your eyes widen and you nearly drop your pancakes as you sprint across the room, faster than someone in slippery socks ought to on a tile floor. Your hands grapple with the lock for a second before you’re standing in the hall pounding a nervous beat into Calum’s door.

He opens the door, and for just a second you’re taken aback by the fact that he looks absolutely gorgeous in a t-shirt and basketball shorts.

“Um, Y/N? Did you need something?” He prompts, eyeing your pancakes suspiciously.

“What? Oh, er, yea.” Blood makes its way to your cheeks in an embarrassing beet-red blush. “Yea, about that. Where did you get that?”

“Get what?”

“That, well, song, for lack of a better word.”

“Oh! The one about Stalin. Can you hear my music through the wall? I’m sorry about that. I didn’t disturb you, did I?”

“No, no. I was cooking.” You hold up the four pancakes your’re holding. Without a plate. Buddha, Mary, and Allah, you look like a fool. Oh well. “But, uh, the song.”

“Right. Is it yours? My printer printed it.”

“Oh my god.” You groan. “I’m so sorry you had to read that.”

“It’s really not that bad.”

“You don’t have to say that. It really is.”

He bites his lip before conceding, “Yea, it’s not the greatest. So, wait, is all that random shit that’s been printing to my printer been yours?”

“Like what?”

“Lots of short stories.”

“You haven’t been reading those, have you?”

“Maybe just a few?”


“They’re good!”

“You said that about my, er, song.”

“But those are actually good!” You just sigh deeply. “Do you want to come in?” He asks.

“Yea. Yea, sure.”

“So why are you even writing songs?”

“Creative Writing class.”

“Right. Do you want a plate?”

“Yea, that would be nice. I’m out.” You follow him to the kitchen.

He rummages through the cabinet before pulling out a (not paper! wow, classy) plate and handing it to you. “So… Stalin.”

“Always a conversation starter.” Calum laughs at your comment, and you look down, hiding your blush under the ruse of putting your pancakes on your plate. Your heart flutters, knowing you made this adorable boy laugh like that. “But yea. I can’t really, like, rhyme? And then I started thinking about how I just want to go on like, a fucking vacation, you know? Sorry, don’t mind my language. But, yea, I was just rhyming with the word vacation, and uh, collectivization popped into my head, and apparently I don’t actually care about my Creative Writing grade.”

“It’s unique, undoubtedly.”

“I’m just going to pretend that’s a compliment.”

“No, I’m not insulting you, I swear. Do you want me to help you, maybe? I’m a music major.” (which you definitely didn’t already know that from stalking all of his social media)

“I think I could use the help.”

The two of you spend the morning hunched over various notebooks, music sheets, and his guitar trying to find something that doesn’t suck.

“Okay, are you ready?” He looks up at you from one of the many lyric sheets sprawled about his table.

“Frustration, desperation
They say I need some sort of medication
Situation, no motivation
Destination, permanent vacation”

“Holy shit, I think I love you.” You stare at him in awe, before your mind catches up with your mouth. “In a totally platonic, neighbor kind of way.” You mumble to your chest.

“Hey, they were your ideas, I just put them to music.” He’s not wrong, per se, the pair of you had spent the majority of the morning discussing where the idea had stemmed from - how you wanted a vacation. Still…

“No, my idea was talking about Stalin and the creation of the USSR.”

“Hey! Don’t discount educational music.” You just kind of raise your eyebrows at him and he concedes, “Okay, so it wasn’t great. But this is as much your work as mine!”

“Thanks Calum. I appreciate it. I was thinking though - not that I don’t love it as it is - but what if we changed a couple of the lyrics, just for fluidity.”

“Please.” Calum hands you the lyric sheet he’s been reading off of, and you shouldn’t care half as much as you do when your hands brush.

“Um, what about ‘They say I need some kind of medication’?” You bring your upper lip into your mouth, thinking. “Er- this is an idea.” You look up at him. “If I’ve learned nothing in my Creative Writing class, I’ve learned that people are more engaged when you address them directly. ‘You say I need some kind of medication / Situation, no motivation / Destination, permanent vacation.” You smile up at him.

“I like that, yea. It gives it a rebellious edge, sort of. What if we, like, almost counter-argued that for the next bit?”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Keep the rebellion but sort of go with the classic, ‘I feel like I’m dying, but I’m fine.’”

“Alright, hit me.” You nod. Calum cocks his head, thinking.

“What if we just… go for it.

Hey, I’m doin’ fine”

“Okay, and the rebellion, a sort of ‘I-know-I’m-pissing-you-off-and-I-couldn’t-care-less.” You prompt.

“And, I’m out of line?” He says it more like a question than a statement.

“That has a bit of an awkward cadence…” You trail off.

“Hey, I’m doin’ fine
And I know I’m out of line”

“Yes, perfect!” He exclaims.

“And, okay, a call to action is good in like an essay so, why not?

Let’s sing this one more time”

“It goes
Destination, permanent vacation”

“Yes, oh my god, I could kiss you.” You grin.

He pauses a second, and then, “Why don’t you?”


“Kiss me. Why don’t you?”

“Um… I guess…” You look down, fiddling with your hands, “I could?” When you look back up, he’s feet closer than he was a moment ago.

“Would you?”

“Yea. Yea, I would.” And you press your lips to his, but you can’t get a proper kiss in because the both of you are grinning like fools.

“You’re really cute, you know?” He smiles at you. 

You hum in response, and then, before you can stop it, “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you move in.” And you put a hand on his cheek and lock your lips with his.

(Oh, and you got an A.)


Sherlolly Appreciation Week Day 5 - First Fight

I have to admit that I’m shocked and a little bit proud of myself for managing five fics for this week so far. Will I have one for tomorrow? Not sure. Anyhoo, here’s a little fight-let… hehe, I crack myself up. Thanking the radiant @mizjoely for looking it over for me. Rated T for a naughty word. Enjoy ~Lil~ (On a side note, apropos to nothing, I’ve been singing some Adele tonight and KILLING it!)

-Impractical About Death-

Molly Hooper sat curled up in the corner of John’s sofa, crying and breaking his heart just a little.

“I’m sure it’s not nearly as bad as it seems,” he said, trying to offer the woman some support.

Sniff. “I don’t know, John.” Sniff. “You didn’t see his face. I was awful.”


“It was my fault! Mine! Our first fight and I started it!”

Yes, that is slightly unbelievable. “Doesn’t matter who’s fault it is…”

Her head snapped up. “Of course it does! I’m buggering this all up. Me! Not Sherlock, me!”

John had watched the couple over the last five months, and he had also watched Molly slowly unraveling. He knew something was coming and that it probably wasn’t good. “Are you not happy?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not that.”

“What is it then?”

A moment passed as she stared across the room. “I’m waiting.”

“On what?”

“The other shoe.”

He sighed. “You can’t do that Molly. It’s not fair. You knew exactly who he was when…”

“No, you misunderstand, John. I’m waiting not for him to fail. I’m… afraid.”

“Of what?”

She sat up on the edge of the sofa, her elbows on her knees and said, “I’ve always been a very practical person. Mum died when I was seven, my dad when I was twenty. I’m surrounded by death. Normally I…” She paused, wiping her face with her sleeve. “But I finally found someone that I don’t think I can live without.”

He reached for her, rubbing his hand across her back.

“I’ve seen the things he does, John, what lengths he’ll go through to solve a case. He puts himself in danger without a thought.” Turning her face she added, “I-I don’t th-think…”

At that moment the kitchen door burst open and Sherlock strode into the room. “Give us a moment, John,” he said, his eyes firmly planted on Molly.

John got up and left without a word.

Sherlock had heard the entire exchange. It was underhanded, even he knew that, but he was completely out of his depth and had no idea what had set Molly off that morning. So he went to the only person who could help him figure out his relationship.

He knew who was knocking on John’s door, so he asked his friend not to disclose his location as he stepped into the kitchen. Then he listened to her heartbreaking words.

It really was completely unlike Molly to pick a fight about dirty clothes left on the floor; clearly the heart of the problem was something much larger. As he stood just behind the door, listening to the woman he loved explain her fears to his best friend, Sherlock made a decision.

Sitting down next to his girlfriend of just a few months, Sherlock pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said in a small voice.

“Molly, do you want me to stop solving crimes?” he asked as she cleaned her face.

She looked up, horrified. “No! Of course not!”

“Then what do you propose we do about your anxiety over my mortality?”

With a defeated shake of her head she said, “There’s nothing we can do, Sherlock. I’m a neurotic mess. You’re not happy and I’m a wreck. I th-think it might be best if we… just forget this whole thing.” She smiled sadly. “We had some good times though, right?”

“You’re suggesting that we… break up?”

“What else is there?”

“Not giving up, for one thing!” He stood and paced across the room. He was more than a little shocked at her defeated attitude. “Molly… I’m… Yes, my job is dangerous. And yes, I tend to take unnecessary risks from time to time.”

Her eyebrow shot up as she folded her arms across her chest.

“Okay, I often take unnecessary risks. But it’s very unlike you to simply give up.”

Molly stood and crossed to him. “I watched you jump off a roof. I’ve seen you high off your arse five different times. I was the one in the back of that ambulance, Sherlock. I ran those tests. I visited you after Mary shot you. Then after you broke out of the hospital and nearly died again! I know what Smith did to you. I know that you were tortured whilst you were on your mission for Mycroft. I know everything! It plays like a fucking movie in my head.”

“What’s different now?” he asked calmly.


“What’s different, Molly?” She didn’t answer, so he continued, “You’ve always known those things and you’ve always loved me. So what’s different?”

He watched as her eyes filled with tears. Shaking her head she said, “I don’t… I don’t know. I really don’t.”

Sherlock smiled. “I do.” He put his hands on her shoulders, pulling her closer. “If I had died any of those times, you would have lost a friend, someone you cared for and even loved. And you would have mourned me. But now, you’d be losing a partner, a lover, your future…” He swallowed. “Well, we’re not quite there yet, but I think you get my meaning.”

She nodded. “How…”

“Because I fully understand. Losing you would break me, Molly.”

Burying her head in his chest, Molly sobbed, “I’m so sorry, Sherlock. The clothes don’t really bother me.”

He held her tight. “I know that, sweetheart.”

“You’re not a slob.”

“I sort of am.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Or an arsehole.”


She pulled away, looking him in the eyes. “Not to me, you’re not.” She looped her arms around his neck.

“That’s special treatment because I get to see you naked.”

Molly giggled and tugged his head closer. “Sorry I went a little nuts.”

“Are you kidding? You took the pressure off of me. I really thought I’d be the first one to screw up.”

Molly rolled her eyes then sobered. “I’ll try not to worry so much.”

“And I suppose I could be more careful. But I’m going to need more naked girlfriend to make up for missing out on all that danger.” Sherlock said with a huge smile before kissing his girl breathless.

Thanks for reading ~Lil~

Westworld AU

For @conduitstr; happy birthday, girl!  ❤️ ✨

  • The moment the old steam train stops in the station, Jim is quick to hop out. He doesn’t carry any luggage with him, he doesn’t plan to stay long. Just a quick look around the town; see if any of it is worth his time and his money. It smells like dry grass, grease, and the perfumes of different people mix together as other visitors depart the train now, too. Okay, Jim thinks to himself, time to go exploring.
  • Leaving the station, he arrives at the main street. It’s really a dirt road, old wooden and stone houses on either side of it. People walk by; some in awe of their surroundings, others walk around like they don’t know any better. It doesn’t take him long to find the local saloon. There’s piano music to lift up the atmosphere. People are sitting, chatting, playing card games together, or being approached by the local host girls. Jim, too, is approached by one. “Hey, handsome,” she says, and Jim’s lips curl into a smile when she reaches out to touch his arm, “how about you and I go and have some fun upstairs?” Tempting. Very tempting. But Jim shakes his head nonetheless. “No, thank you. Perhaps later,” he replies, and then buys a glass of bourbon at the bar.
  • He’s quietly chatting to the bartender, trying to figure out more about this town. After a couple minutes, though, there’s commotion outside, so Jim goes to check it out. A group of bandits has arrived and are actively creating havoc. Jim has to duck besides liquor filled barrels to avoid bullets flying his way. The same girl who tried to get him upstairs before tries to duck, too, but she gets shot before she gets the chance to. Jim forgets all about his own safety, jumping up to drag her to safety instead. “Are you okay? Where are you hurt?” he asks, though the red stain on her dress is indication enough. “I need… I need a doctor,” she breathes, looking at Jim through tear stained eyes, and Jim nods. “Of course.”
  • They have to wait until the shooting is over, and by then, Jim worries it’s too late for her. He’s used his knife to break open one of the barrels, and uses the clear liquid to clean up the wound in her side the best he can, while simultaneously trying to keep her quiet. Then, he carries her to the doctor’s office. It’s small and it’s dusty – fairly sure it doesn’t fit the health regulations. It’s also busy, all the wounded who are still alive are all sitting on available chairs or lying on the floor while a single guy works to fix them all. “Doctor?” Jim says, “I need a doctor.” “Get in line,” the guy replies. “Please,” Jim stresses, and the guy sighs. “Put her down, I’ll be right there.”
  • The work is slow and frustrating, and so Jim decides to help out. He uses alcohol, gently cleaning the wounds of the men and women who are hurt. He doesn’t really know how to bandage them up properly, but he does his best – messy as it looks. “Thanks,” the guy says, and Jim shrugs lightly. “It’s fine. Does this happen a lot?” “More often than I care to admit,” he replies, “I’d treat you to a glass of strong liquor, but you used most of it on the wounds of these people.”
  • Life here is just hard, it seems. The doctor works through the night while Jim sleeps in the local inn. Come morning, it’s mostly curiosity who brings him back. Leonard looks exhausted, perhaps a little frustrated. “Are you okay?” Jim asks. “I’m out of supplies,” Leonard says, “last night, I’ve been raided. Stole most of my bandages and medicine. I’m thinking about going on a supply run to the next town, but the road is long and dangerous.” “I’ll join you,” Jim shrugs. “Really?” “Sure, sounds fun,” Jim replies. “I’ll pay you,” Leonard says, and Jim simply shrugs to that. It’s not like he genuinely needs the money.
  • They leave after Leonard gets someone to look after the office while he’s out. Jim’s never been on a horse before, but the horse seems to immediately listen to whatever’s on Jim’s mind, and the start of the journey is pretty harmless. Leonard talks a little about his life. About how he lost his wife and kids to raiders when he lived on a small farm outside the town. How his parents were taken by a deadly illness that made him become a doctor. He speaks with such hurt in his voice, that Jim wonders why anyone would want to live in these outback towns. Sounds like it sucks.
  • They stop an hour before sunset, near a small river. Good, too, because Jim’s legs hurt, and his feet feel a little unstable after riding for so long. He ties the horses to a tree and searches for firewood while Leonard returns just before sunset with two dead rabbits. “You’re a doctor and a skilled hunter, you’re pretty good with your hands, huh?” Jim comments, and Leonard shoots him a small grin. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
  • They eat dinner, which is surprisingly good. It gets cold at night, so Jim is glad for the fire to keep them warm. They talk more while overlooking a sky full of stars; large mountains looming in the distance. The gentle stream of the water is soothing to Jim’s ears, and he finds himself just dozing off to sleep. The same thing happens the day after. They spend time together, and Jim grows rapidly closer to this handsome doctor, who stitches him up when Jim guides his horse through a bigger river and hurts his foot through a sharp rock that hits him through the sole of his boot. They run into a lone woman who cries for help because her family’s hurt in her farmhouse, and so Leonard decides to take a detour from his own quest to help them. They save a family’s life (or Leonard does, mostly), and Jim feels pretty awesome about that.
  • “How much further, Bones?” Jim asks, and Leonard raises an eyebrow. “Bones?” “Seems a fitting nickname,” Jim says, “for all the patching up you do.” “We should be there in the afternoon,” Leonard replies. Jim watches the other’s back figure as he rides in front of him. It’s a good sight.
  • But it’s almost as if Leonard registers that feeling, or something. Because they arrive and get Leonard’s supplies, but come nightfall on their way back, Jim finds Leonard sitting closer to him than usual. Leonard teaches him how to hunt. Standing behind him with his arms around Jim’s shoulders, hands on Jim’s to make sure he aims properly. Really, it just makes Jim more distracted. When they get raided on the road, Leonard actively stands in front of Jim to try and protect him, though they make it out alright. Just with a few supplies less, because Leonard patches up the cut in Jim’s hand. “I wanted to thank you,” Leonard says, “for coming with me. In these lands, it’s hard to tell apart friend or foe. You’ve been good to me.” Jim smiles at that, reaching out to keep the other’s hand on his own a little longer. “Just a friend?” he asks with a smile, growing even wider when Leonard leans in to kiss him.
  • It just feels too good to be true. And it is. Because they get back to the town a few days later, and Jim feels oddly intimate to this man and just wants to be in his presence all the time. But he doesn’t get that lucky. They make it to the doctor’s office, and Bones gets to work immediately. But while he’s at work, a civilian comes in and demands he gives up some supplies. Jim gets up to help Leonard when the doctor refuses, but before Jim knows it, Leonard gets shot. Just like that. There’s a commotion while people flee, but Jim rushes towards the doctor instead. He kneels down next to him, grabbing his hand quickly. “Bones, please, tell me what I can do to help you,” he says, reaching out with his free hand to grab a hold of supplies. But there’s blood everywhere. “It’s okay,” Leonard breathes heavy, fingers tight in Jim’s grip, though rapidly weakening.
  • Leonard dies seconds later. Jim is devastated; staying by Leonard’s side for what feels like hours. In reality, though, it’s no more than twenty minutes before the men in the hazmat-like suits show up. They have to pry Leonard from his hands. They have to convince him it’s okay, because they’re going to fix up the broken skin tissue. They’re going to reset Leonard’s data. And they’re going to roll him back out. Leonard’s going to be okay.
  • “Do they suffer?” Jim asks, once he’s back in the real world. It feels surreal not to be in the wild west anymore. “They think they do,” his spokesperson says, “they think they feel pain. They feel terror, fear for their lives. They feel the pain from their written backstory, most of them tragic. Like Leonard and his wife and kids. It gives them character. Makes guests and potential buyers such as yourself more engaged.” Jim frowns at that, because somehow, that just seems wrong.
  • The moment the old steam train stops in the station, Jim is quick to hop out. He doesn’t carry any luggage with him, he doesn’t plan to stay long. But this time, he’s not here to look around. He’s not here to admire the life-like scents of the place. He’s not here to watch his surroundings in awe like other guests do, nor is he here to interact with those who don’t know any better. He passes the local saloon, and instead, heads straight for the doctor’s office. The bell rings when the door opens, and Leonard is there. Beautiful as ever. “You don’t look sick,” Leonard tells him after a quick scan from top to bottom. He doesn’t remember Jim, and that stings, “you need a patching up? I also have a good hangover cure.” “No, thank you,” Jim says, struggling to make sense as to why this thing, this robot in front of him, tugs at his heartstrings so much. “I can patch up nearly everything,” Leonard continues, “though I’m running real low on supplies these days-” sounds like a set up for a similar quest like the one Jim went on before. Suddenly, it all feels a little played out. “Bones,” Jim interrupts him, and just briefly, Jim witnesses the other narrow his eyes ever so lightly. Like the nickname is a very distant memory he’s trying to access. “Bones,” Jim continues, resting his hand on Leonard’s shoulder, “one of these days, I promise, I’m going to get you out of here.”
How Could I Lose You?... ( Nightmare x Cross Fanfic) (Chapter 1)

 It was a normal day for both Nightmare and Cross. They’re been getting the pacifist AUs codes, so Cross could have his universe back.

Nothing could go wrong… Right?

That was what they think before something bad happens. It was on a fight in Outertale. The hybrid ended all beaten up. Even that he promised to Night that he wouldn’t kill anyone. This doesn’t work for the others, who obviously been thinking in kill him.

The ex-guardian knew that if Cross be there he could die. Soon he appeared, attacking who was going to continue the fight and picking the other up, teleporting away to his castle. The hybrid got surprised by the place, since he never was there, he thought Nightmare wouldn’t have a house, because of his work. But he was wrong.

Night put the monochromatic in a room, especially in the bed. Since he doesn’t have the original Sans’s soul anymore, it was kind of normal to he be weak like this.

- You need a soul, right?

- U-Uhm… Yes?…

- Hum. Wait a minute. - He left the room for some minutes, soon he came back with his hands behind his back.- I’ve got something that could help you…

- Oh, r-really? What is it?

- … This. - He showed a black heart, looked like it was made by the same substance the ex-guardian was made.

- A soul?

- Yes. I can’t be taking care of you just because you don’t have a fucking soul. So i made this shit so you can take care by your own.

- Uhhh… Okay…? - Cross taken the soul and put it in the right place. The sensation was weird, he could feel the negative feelings in his soul. Making it discomforting to he.

- Your eyes are cyan blue now if you want to know.

- What?

- You’ve listened to me. Now give me your hand. - Even before got a answer, Nightmare already taken the hand, starting to heal the other. Cross was looking at where his soul been, he was kind of scared of what could it do, but, at the same time, though this was one of the best gifts he could have.- Ok done. Now go to sleep. We’re taking a little break. Even though i’ve heal you. I’m sure you’re very tired, and i’m sure too that you wanted to have a break.

- … Okay… -He looked down. Sure, he wanted to sleep, but the risk of Chara getting the control of the body was big.

- What’s the fucking problem? Say to me.

- Uhm… Nothing… But… Can you sleep with me? -Blushed a little with the double sense of the sentence.- D-Do not get the wrong way! I just… Uhhh… I’m just scared of the dark! That’s it! A-And… I don’t want to be alone…

- What the fuck… Cross are you serious?

- Y-Yes!! Please sleep with me!

- Uhg… Okay okay. BUT NO FUCKING DIRTY THINGS!! - He laid down next to the monochromatic, who just hugged the same. - … Uhg… Tomorrow we’re going to continue this stupid mission.

- O-Okay… - Cross laid his head on the other’s chest, feeling the same come down and up. Smiled, soon sleeping. The same happened to the ex-guardian.

“I just hope that this soul don’t take over your mind and body. I don’t want another one to suffer with the pain of these negative feelings. Because… I kind of care about you…”


Today’s the Crossmare/Nightcross/Crightmoss anniversary, so i’ve decided to make a small fanfic :‘v with maybe only 3 or 4 chapters, or even 2, i dunno v:

The chapter is very short and my english is shit sorry ;-;

Nightmare - @jokublog

Cross- @jakei95

Hope you liked it! :‘3

Reveling in Richonne

#32: The Co-Leadership (7x1)

Another Richonne moment in the premiere is, once again, this insight into the way that R&M are co-leaders. 

As the Saviors bounce, like they didn’t just completely destroy TF, TF is left to sit there in the horrible aftermath of the worst night ever. 

I mean, I can’t imagine how they all must have been feeling in that moment with the bodies still right there. 😥  I appreciate that Maggie was the first one to get up. You’d think she might have been the last one to move but no, she was not just up, she was also ready to fight. When Maggie’s first words after her husband’s passing is, “You have to get ready to fight them”, it could have been tempting to think “Dang, this girl moves on quick when she loses people” but then I realized something. No, Maggie just fully has grasped that, in this world, no day is promised. 

From losing so much of her family, Maggie understands that you are going to lose the people you love. And of course she’ll mourn and grieve deeply but she’s also come to terms with the fact that you can’t expect to have forever with people. I think, after so much loss, she’s just one of the ones more mentally prepared to lose people, even the love of her life. And this is actually the most I’ve ever even reflected on Maggie cuz she’s usually not on my radar as much.😂 

But despite being ready to fight, she’s also a little dazed and convinced that she can make it to Hilltop on her own. Like in all the chaos, it seems she ‘s forgot that she was so ill that she had to be carried on a stretcher, cuz now she just wants to roll out on her own. 😥 It’s her grief talking, but the reason I bring this up as a Richonne moment, is because we get to briefly see R&M’s teamwork as they both are there for Maggie.

I love that Rick, despite still being so shaken himself, immediately directs his concern towards Maggie from the moment Maggie starts to stand. Maggie is understandably distressed and in an unimaginably pained state and so she’s not quite ready to listen to what Rick’s saying. She’s made up her mind that she wants TF to go home because she feels like it’s her fault they were out there in the first place, which is tragic cuz it’s by no means her fault.

I love that, as Rick has trouble helping Maggie understand she’s going to need help, this is when Michonne steps in. Like both of them have put aside their own brokenness to be there for her and it’s a beautiful reminder of the bond and commitment this family has to one another. Michonne is so gentle as she tells her, “Maggie. We’re not letting you go.” 

First it’s such a powerful statement cuz, of course, it means not physically letting her go, but also it means they’re not letting her go through this alone. Second; It’s Michonne co-leading. Like Maggie is not in a clear state of mind rn and so this is Michonne having to help get through to her, cuz Maggie’s understandably not thinking straight. It was great to see this brief moment between Maggie and Michonne. I’ve seen a lot of people want the women in TF to have their friendships and interactions showcased more and I am all the way here for that too! Hopefully we get some of that this season! 

And third; I love this cuz Michonne says “we” since her and Rick are completely a “we” now. And then, consistent to the fabric of their relationship, Rick cosigns and says “It’s not gonna happen.” Like these two are so wonderfully similar and so on the same page. And I love that we get to see that co-leadership in action, in this moment. It’s not even something they realize they’re doing cuz it’s so organic. I love that Rick doesn’t have to lead alone because Michonne will step in too. And as Maggie goes to take the body, Rick asks Maggie, through tears, to please let them help her because “He’s our family too.”

I know this is a Richonne analysis, but I have to say, it was when Rick said, “He’s our family too” that I just felt all the weight of the person we just lost. Like I call the Atlanta 5 “Day Ones” but Glenn (😭) was a legit Day One. Like; voice-heard-in-the-pilot, first-person-besides-Morgan-that-Rick-meets, Day One. Glenn (😭) really was something special and such a driving force on this show, even when he wasn’t always featured. 

Glenn (😭) was proof that the goodhearted can still be tough and that you don’t have to compromise who you are to survive this world. He was a reminder that good still exists and good prevails. It took me awhile to realize he was going to be gone for good. It still hurts. Glenn (😭) was, and will always be, a major part of TWD’s DNA and one of the best characters on this show. 

Originally posted by sassmastersarahkv

And losing Abe was really painful too. That peace sign gets me every single time I think about it. And it breaks my heart because I know when the bat landed on him he was low key happy cuz he wouldn’t have allowed it to be anyone else. Like, even though Negan meant it ironically, Abe really was a champ. 

Originally posted by thewalkingdead

(Okay we’re going to get more lighthearted eventually, I promise lol.) 

So yeah, this moment in the aftermath of the lineup, is mentioned because it was just such a great visual representation of how R&M gel so well as leaders and help each other out. Like Rick is understandably so emotional and Michonne too and I’m sure they are feeling so grateful that the love of their life is still right in front of them but, rather than address that rn, they are offering their comfort and help to someone else who just lost their love because they are selfless and because, one thing that is undeniable, is that Rick and Michonne love and protect their family. 

And like I’ve said before tho, a game changer that would have put TF at a huge disadvantage is if Negan had realized that Richonne was a thing and split them up during that lineup. He made a huge mistake letting R&M go home together because Negan let Rick go home with his source of strength and sanity. 

And, as we would later see, that “Strength and Sanity” would never lose her nerve and be the one to convince Rick to fight back. (I’m getting ahead of myself lol) But this co-leadership moment is so great cuz it reminds you once again that, in this first full season of Richonne, gone are the days of Rick leading alone. Rick truly is going to have the perfect co-leader for him, right by his side, from here on out.

This episode was called “The Day Will Come When You Won’t Be”, which is such a chilling title and a great Season One callback. But again, the optimist in me likes to think that the title can also be a reminder that the day will come when TF won’t be this broken and in the despair that they feel in this episode. 

And seeing R&M so seamlessly and naturally co-lead at this time, let me know that better days were coming. It might take a while, but they’re coming. 

Originally posted by dyingissimple

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Bl movies/ series that you'd recommend? Any language is fine, as well as any rating I don't mind,, thanks in advance ^^

hello anon!! okay here we go i’ll list here my favorites


-Fujimi Orchestra (a bit of warning on this one because it contains rape and if you’re uncomfy with it its a nono:) )

-Takumi-kun series (takumi-kun is the best lololol but some bed scenes are kinda awkward but still cute though!!!!!)

Korea :

-A frozen flower (this just breaks my heart but its worth it :’(   )

-Stateless things (i dont really know what’s going on in this drama lol it doesnt have any sub but the naughty scenes are good huehuehue)

-Boy meets boy (this is so freaking funny you should watch it to see for yourself!!)

-The lover (this is a series but the “gay” couple isnt really stated as a gay couple but it hints of bl!! and they’re not the focus but the drama is funny overall)

China : 


-Like love season 1 and 2 (please somebody get me my own an ziyan)

-Uncontrolled love (omfg this is my personal favorite and top cdrama favorite i cri a lot im waiting for season 2 and its coming out this aug shriekss!!)

-Counterattack (nice otp offscreen and onscreen)

Thailand :

omgomgomgomog i love thailand so much im so excited while typing this

-Lovesick the series(season 1 and 2 so cute!!!!)

-Make it right the series(!!!!)

-Senior love puppy honey (im not sure with this but i think its the title)

-Diary of tootsies

-Love’s coming

-Grey rainbow

-love of siam(this is sad cries han river)

-Red wine in the dark (this is weird though but super yes!!)

-Dangerous boys (its not really that boy love kinda movie but it has a kiss scene and thats me gusta)

-My bromance (ultra sad :c )

-Bad Romance the series (this one is new and it has 2 eps as of now but interesting as heck!!) [update!!]

that’s all!! i have seen others but i think i might have forgotten the title :( but these are my favorites!! hope you enjoy watching them as much as i did!!

cute-cozy-and-books  asked:

Myself and 3 friends are looking to start playing 5e, but none of us have any d&d experience. We all have basic rpg experience, and I've done some reading on being DM as that would most likely be my role. Any tips, advice, or general warnings? Is 5e very challenging to get into for new players?

5e was BUILT for new players! My very best advice would be to have an experienced DM for your first mini-campaign, but I understand that that’s not always possible. Watching shows like Critical Role helps! A series I would recommend for the DM is [Matt Colville’s Running the Game] series on YouTube.

Also, definitely check out the reddits I link to on the blog. They saved my ass plenty of times.

  • Find a gaming store near you (or a friend) running D&D 5e. The one I work at runs campaigns for beginners that are weekly, a month long, and $10 a night–not bad! I understand that this isn’t for everyone, though.
  • Don’t buy the Dungeon Master’s Guide right away. It’s basically just not necessary. I do recommend a basic DM screen, though. Has a lot of useful information on the back.
  • [Read this.] It’s the basic rules for D&D. Take things one step at a time and try not to get overwhelmed.
  • Run a pre-written adventure for your first time, and then try your hand at homebrew. This takes some of the pressure off, but expect your players to fuck everything in the book up. They will. That’s okay! Improvisation is key.
  • Don’t run a game for TONS of people! I recommend running a game for three or four, like the group you already have. 
  • Remember: It’s your game! No one else needs to have any say in what you do, or how you do it. You can break all the rules and technically be playing your own RPG, and that’s fine! Sounds like you already know about rpgs, though, so maybe I’m preaching to the choir here.

If you have any other questions, hit me up in the ask box! We love to help and we’re here to answer your questions the best we can! D&D is so much fun–and forgive me for being dramatic–it changed my life.

–mod force

Kung Fu Panda 2 is the Greatest Sequel

Okay, so, Kung Fu Panda 2 is the greatest sequel of all time, or at least that I’ve ever seen. And I don’t mean it’s the best movie “despite” being a sequel, because films like Aliens exist. I’m also not saying it’s a great movie, even though it is good.

What I’m saying is that Kung Fu Panda 2 is the best sequel in terms of what it is and could be a sequel.

First, it doesn’t erase anything from the first movie. You see this all the time: the hero breaks up and is chasing a new girl or chasing after the one he got last time. The guys who became famous aren’t famous any more and now have to redo their popularity. The orphanage they just saved is on the brink of bankruptcy and so on. This undercuts all of the development of the first film and usually is there so the audience can watch things play out in a similar fashion to the first movie. But if you do this, all the sudden the first movie is useless. Why would you bother making a sequel if you’re going to undo important parts of the original? KFP2 amazingly integrates pieces from the original. Along with the obvious of Po being the Dragon Warrior and him being, y'know, a Kung Fu Panda, it takes in a lot of details and things that you need to see the original to really take in; stuff like Po and Tigress’s differences, Po’s exact fighting style, and Shifu’s struggle to find peace.

And speaking of which, Secondly, the way they integrate the primary plotlines of both of the movies is nearly ingenious. Not everyone can spot this, but the first KFP did not have Po as the only protagonist, but also Shifu. Even though Po learned to go from ordinary to extraordinary, Shifu’s journey from extraordinary to master was the real driving plot. So in other words, the way Po ends up by the end of the first movie is the way Shifu started in the first: an expert at Kung Fu but in no control of their feelings. And with that, they set up this spectacular plot strand going across the two movies, and you can watch Po in KFP2 and link him to Shifu in the original. They have very similar themes but are so different, and the writing is good enough that you can tell some of it is the difference in characters and some of it is the difference in situation.

So here’s a third aspect, a big one, that makes sequels tough: most of the time, if the first movie was good enough to warrant a sequel, that means it was a complete and finished story (Or that they purposefully left in a dumb sequel hook that left the first movie unfinished, but never mind that). The first KFP left very little open, other than the aforementioned path to peace that Po was looking for. But what the creators were able to hone in on was Po’s origin story. Me and many others basically just let the duck dad slide, thinking “eh, maybe that’s how it works in this universe, Po’s dad can be a duck.” But the film takes that unanswered question, that nagging thought, and expands on it wholly. Believe it or not, even Mr. Ping’s arc in the first movie, just deciding to be a little more open-minded (making tofu) is expanded on in the sequel. He grows the confidence to tell his son he’s adopted, something he’d surely be too afraid to do by the start of KFP1. It also works off of how Po growing distant from his father in the first movie (giving up noodles for kung fu) culminates in the sequel as a potential to completely disconnect from him and find his biological parents. The story of Po’s biological parents is heartwarming and touching and the way he deals with it is great and all but not what this essay is about.
Possibly the greatest use of a sequel, often the most powerful and easiest to mess up, is the delayed set up. This is especially potent in comedy films. 

Earlier I mentioned that it’s a major flaw to erase something that happened in the first movie to do it again in the sequel, but the audience wants a sequel, and that means it wants what was in the last movie. Part of this is solved by building on developed story elements or character relationships but a lot of it is dependent on reusing the first movies assets in exciting ways. Dreamworks its the nail on the head in this respect. Po’s nerdy tendencies are brought in when they’re relevant, but never quite the same joke. The furious five’s various character bits are thrown in, but now with a 6th member. The perfectly timed, beautiful “Skadoosh” that seems to clarify once and for all to the audience the villain has been defeated. Even from a stylistic perspective, the use of 2d animation to represent a dream sequence is brought back and used to create a huge emotional moment. All these marked similarities in tone and writing style while still being fresh and clever make the movie feel thematically linked without it being a boring retread.

All I’m trying to say here is that Kung Fu Panda 2 does an amazing job at not only being a respectable sequel to a decent movie, but a perfect model of what a sequel should be. It builds upon developments made in the original rather than pulling them apart, it parallels the plot in a unique but comparable way, it answers questions that were left unanswered even if they didn’t particularly need an answer, and it took the pieces of the original and rearranged them in a way that was familiar but fresh.

So yeah, pretty good movie.