“i don’t have the tears to cry anymore. but…i at least have to keep yu safe” // “i promise you, mika. even if i have to sell out the whole world to do it, i’ll make sure you’re turned back into a human.”
The Daft Punk shop closes today but luckily I was able to go yesterday! I was one of the last people allowed in before closing, and it was amazing!!! Tbh with you I’m still crying right now, everything was beautiful so I wanted to share some pictures.
And I get it. I get why you were so scared of us now. Because – shit. Because you lost Wallace and it gutted you and I thought I figured out why and that felt like metal in my throat, and I realised I couldn’t drop you if I wanted to, ‘cause you were saying you didn’t even know what love feels like and I was just thinking,
i can’t believe dr is over! i mean, it’s not TOTALLY over, we still have ndrv3 to look foward to (AND I REALLY LIKE THE NEW CAST!) , but no more Hope’s Peak Academy this time! I started to get into this series almost 4 years ago, and it’s really painfull to say goodbye to the cast ;__;
so, thank you kodaka for this wild ride! i’m really grateful to this serie, it gave me hope and a lot of friends too!
- like money check new gifs check new video check even though there’s still one month left
- part of the comeback team who tweets, post, etc. about the comeback
- the one who thank jyp first before anything else
- cause it only took 6 months for them to comeback
3. FREAKING OUT dies
- once they’ve heard about the comeback
- the one who’s ready to save thousand pictures and watch thousand videos until late night
- they do not sleep
- GOT7 before anything else probably spazz before doing homeworks and stuff
- they are the ones who starts dancing and shouting because “COMEBACK”
- probably jumping and shouting and clapping at the same time because “COMEBACK”
- throws a party because “COMEBACK”
- the bitch-im-ready one
- because they’ve already moved on on HARD CARRY
- possibly the rich kids
7. AT LOST
- the am-i-ready-for-another-comeback-?
- but also even-though-im-not-ready-i-need-to-be-ready
- the one who can’t moved on on HARD CARRY
- probably the fan who have 1 month to save up for another purchase of album and tickets and everything in between
- the -i-need-an-oxygen-right-now
- probably crying right now
- and still will cry tomorrow morning
9. TAKE MY MONEY
- the one who’ve managed to save up
- they are the frugal ones
- because they need money for the next comeback
WHAT IS/ARE YOUR REACTION/REACTIONS?
Disclaimer: I don’t wanna offend anyone, this is just for fun. Actually all of the above is basically me. Kekeke… *dissing myself*
And I know I’ve used these gifs too many times so please bear with me. I’m gonna have new gifs because of COMEBACK. Anyway, I’m actually excited for the new songs and choreography and music video and shows and new things GOT7 will showcase in the future. Let’s support and love them all the way and in every way Ahgases!
“So, I was thinking that I could do something new with the paint, you know,” he looks over at me, eyes wide with excitement, “What are some things I haven’t done yet? God, I’m so wired right now I can’t even think straight.”
I watch him and a smile breaks out onto my face, “I bet you’re wired, Finn. It was your first night back in the ring.”
I’m really fucking happy for Sana right now like crying happy BUT I’M STILL GOING TO NEED FOR VILDE TO APOLOGIZE TO SANA FOR ALL HER IGNORANT ASS COMMENTS AND FOR THE REST OF THE GIRL SQUAD TO APOLOGIZE FOR NOT PAYING ATTENTION AND IGNORING HER FOR SO LONG!!!
Hi! I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if u could please write one with Carl where they are a bit older and for some reason the reader gets kicked out of the group and a couple months later they find her on her own and she pregnant with Carl’s baby? Fluff/angst? Thanks soooo much!
They are older in this one, like the other Carl x pregnant reader I did, don’t worry. I won’t say a specific one but they’re intended to be 18+.
You walk around the small cabin you claimed as your own a few months ago. You’d been on your way to Alexandria, something you’d been told about by a group that passed through. The whole time they were talking you had a gun to their leader’s head, so it compelled them to tell you everything. They continued on, offering you to join, but you told them no. You began to enjoy having a bit of time by yourself. Being around so many people doesn’t seem to be something you can do.
Your hand rests on your baby bump as you bustle around the small kitchen. You’re only making a simple soup. Well, not exactly “making.” You’re heating it up, so that counts for something, right? Fresh ingredients are exactly something you can easily come by nowadays.
Your old group hadn’t had much trouble with that, though. Grew their own food and everything. Anger sparks in you as you remember them. It’s easier to be angry at them then sad. Although, it makes you extremely sad–more than you’d like to admit to yourself. Your baby will never know his father. None of you knew that you were pregnant when they kicked you out. Wrongfully, you may add. You hadn’t done anything.
After taking in a deep breaths, you return to looking for a bowl. You’ve had time to put stuff away seeing as you’ve been here for a while, so it takes a minute to remember where you put everything. Having order here makes you feel a bit better and it’s not like you’ve got another choice than to make this your new home. What else does that than putting away dishes?
“I think I hear someone or something inside,” says a voice outside. You freeze, but swiftly grab the gun in your waistband. Just because you’re usually alone doesn’t mean you’re alone. Best to still keep a weapon on you. Also, old habits die hard.
“Anybody in there?” The voice is familiar and your breath hitches when you realize who it is. The bloody man who kicked you out in the first place. Not to mention, the grandfather of your baby. Rick Grimes.
You take a few steps towards the door and swing it open. The whole group is there–minus a few, of course. They look beat up and like they’ve been through some shit since you’d been kicked out.
“Rick,” you say, venom laced in your words. At the sound of your voice, someone pushes through the group and grabs you in a bear hug. You recognize the long hair immediately. “Oh, Carl!” You hold back the tears in your eyes, not wishing to cry right now while you’re still simmering with fury. He mumbles something into your hair that you can barely make out.
“You’re pregnant…” he says, pulling you back to get a better look at you. “Mine?”
“Whose else would it be?” you ask. “I’m alone here.” You open the door to let them all in. Everyone giving you a hug while entering except for Rick. Although, he does look stunned.
You heat up some more food and give it to them, waiting til they’re all full and satisfied before asking questions. Carl keeps an arm wrapped around you the whole time, not letting you go. You’re okay with that. You don’t want him to ever let you go again. While cooking, you couldn’t help but shed a few tears thinking about everything. Carl had been there to kiss the tears away, making you wish he’d been there all those nights the last few months you’d been crying yourself to sleep over everything that happened.
“So,” you ask them once everyone is finished, “what the hell happened to all of you.” You listen closely as they all tell their stories then how they all found each other. Some, like Maggie, even go back farther to what happened after you left and how everyone was heartbroken.
“Well, I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t have a choice. No way I would have missed out on being with all of you. Even knowing what’s happened to all of you,” you say, shooting a look to Rick. A few pick up on it, giving both of you a questioning look. “You should all get to bed, though. We can talk more in the morning. Most of you look like you’re on the verge of passing out. There aren’t many pillows here. Okay, none except for the one I’ve been using. Couch is open, the chair, a bed in the room over there, a few blankets I can put on the floor…that’s it really.”
They all argue over who will be sleeping where, but all agree that you have the bed seeing as you’re pregnant and all. Not to mention, they assume you and Carl would like a little time to be with each other. Even though they’ll be in close proximity, so you can’t exactly have any deep talks without everyone hearing you.
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” Carl says as you’re all lying down, pulling you even closer to him. “If I’d known about the baby, I wouldn’t have let you out of my sight. I can’t believe my dad thought you’d killed those people and kicked you out and then kicked Carol out after… Just everything has been shit without you. Never leave me again.”
“I won’t leave you. It’s been hard for me, too. Not having you around. You’re my rock, what keeps me held together. I’ve needed you even more with the baby, and I had to learn to live without you. Thank god I don’t have to do that anymore.” Carl presses a kiss to your forehead and snakes his arms around your waist. You two rest on your side’s, cherishing the fact that you’re here with each other once again.