Jonghyun covering “This Woman’s Work” is so beautiful, i started crying. It’s so beautiful in fact, that’s it’s blocked in Korea. I know a lot of you guys haven’t seen it, because if we had, we wouldn’t be able to shut up about it. Watching this would be 4 minutes of your life well spent.
Here it is, the first edited picture from our small photoshoot on the second day of German ComicCon Munich 🙌 I love, love, LOVE this cosplay so much, it might be one of my favorites I’ve made so far. It’s about 95% done, there are a few small things left to do but we’re so close to the finish line 💪
Padme cosplay made and worn by me.
Photography by the lovely @selfmadecosplay
Editing by me.
The day after, you had the worst headache you could’ve possibly had. You felt like you were going to explode. Every sound was too loud, every light was too bright. All you wanted was to lay on your bed and forget the rest of the world exists. But, you weren’t allowed to do that, because your mom burst into your room at 10 AM yelling about some work lunch.
“Y/N! Get up!”, she yelled while pulling your blanket off your body.
You groaned, “Why?”
“We have a work picnic to go to. I thought you were staying at Alana’s but since you’re here, you’ll have to go with us,” she explained. She then raided your closet to find something she assumed was acceptable for the event. When she found something that pleased her, she threw it on your head. “Get up! We’re leaving in an hour,” then she slammed your door shut.
It took you another 10 minutes to actually get out of bed and get changed. You were happy she picked out a nice shirt and some capris. You were going to die if she picked out a dress, you felt too icky for that. You took a shower before Alana picked you up, so you just put some dry shampoo in and dealt with your hair. You knew you had to look at least presentable. You parents cared very much for social acceptance, so you assumed that’s where you got that trait from. You sat at your vanity for a solid five minutes, debating whether or not to put on makeup. You didn’t have the energy to, but you looked like a zombie without it. You knew you didn’t have anyone to impress, so you opted for no makeup at all. You brushed your hair one last time and went downstairs to greet your family.
When you got there, your family was waiting for you. Your dad smiled at you, “You sleep well, Aurora?”
“Oh, shut it. You’ve been watching too many Disney movies with Lacey,” you mom playfully scolded.
Your little sister, Lacey, giggled, “There’s no such thing, Mommy.”
You smiled and grabbed a meal bar from the pantry, “We leaving or what?” You mom nodded and tried to corral all 5 of your siblings into your SUV. You made sure to get in quickly so you wouldn’t be stuck in-between the little kids. It was chaos, but a chaos you were used to. You were also used to no silence. That was no different on this car ride to the park where the picnic was being held.
It seemed like everyone had something to say, which was not helping your hangover. Luckily, your older brother, Grant, had some aspirin and w water bottle for you. He also didn’t tell your parents that you came home drunk last night. You were so goddamn happy he didn’t.
When you pulled up to the park, 3 of the kids rushed to the swing set and you and the other 2 siblings walked with your parents to where the company was set up. There was probably every type of sandwich and version of lemonade available. There was also no shortage of people around you.
“Hey, Y/N, isn’t that the kid who dropped you off last night?”, Grant whispered to you and pointing at something or someone.
You followed his finger and saw Connor Murphy sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree while drinking a lemonade. “Well, I’ll be darned. That is him. One of his parents must work for the same company as mom and dad,” you said with a small smile, “I’m going to go talk to him.”
Then you waltzed over to him and sat down on the wooden bench, “You’re going to die.”
You wanted to die because you already screwed this up. “I meant like of heat because you’re wearing all black in the middle of the day in spring. Not like I’m going to kill you. I don’t have the strength to kill you, BUT I WOULDN’T EVEN IF I DID! Although, some people look like they won’t then they do and you’re just left to question people and things-”, you rambled before he cut you off.
“How the hell can you be hungover and still be the most talkative person alive?”, he said.
“I feel like we’re revisiting the point I made when we first met, I don’t know when to be quiet.”, you explained.
He looked up at you, “That was a rhetorical question.”
You let out a quiet oh and fiddled with the bottom of your shirt. You wanted to escape this moment so you ran off to get a lemonade. You let out a sigh when you were at the cooler. You grabbed a strawberry lemonade and sat down in a random chair. You thought you were going to be able to think about something other than that painful social experience, but it just seemed like you weren’t going to be able to.
Zoe walked over to you with a smile and sat next to you. “Hey, how are you feeling?”, she asked.
You took a sip of your drink, “Like the way a slug looks.”
“Is that because of the fact that you were wasted last night, or that painful to watch interaction with Connor?”
You groaned, “Oh god, you saw that?”
“And heard it, sadly.”, she said with a sympathetic smile.
“I’m sorry you had to hear it. I don’t have good people skills,” you said with an awkward smile.
Zoe smiled, “Well, you can talk to me, Alana, and Jared just fine. It only seems to be Connor you’re flustered around. And not just around, even when people mention him.”
You looked down, ‘Yeah, I guess. I think I just want to be friends with him so badly.”
“Sure, friends,” she said with a teasing look.
“If I liked him, I think I would know. Plus, I don’t even know him well enough to like him like that.”, you tried to reason with her.
She put her hands up in defeat, “Okay, okay. I’ll leave you alone about it, for now.” She stood up and walked away to talk to some other people she knew.
You sat alone, drinking your lemonade with Zoe’s thoughts echoing in your mind. Did you like Connor? No, you couldn’t. Your points were correct. You didn’t know him at all! You can’t like someone you don’t know.
You mom sat next to you, “Hey, sweetie.”
You looked up at her, “Hey, Mom.”
“Why are you sitting all alone? There has to be someone here you would like to talk to.”, she said.
You lied to her, “No, there really isn’t. I mean Zoe Murphy is alright, but I just don’t know her very well.”
“Well, I talked to her mom, Cynthia, and she told me about her boy, Connor. You might talk to him. You’re friendly and from what Cynthia says Connor doesn’t have many friends. I think it would be good for you to talk to him,” she suggested.
Damn it, now you don’t have an excuse to talk to Connor. You wearily smiled at your mom, “Okay. I’ll go talk to him.”
She smiled back, “Thank you, dear. He’s sitting on that bench over there.”
You stood up from your seat and made your way to him, again.
“What are you doing over here, again?”, he asked when you sat down next to him.
“As fate would have it, I was instructed to sit and talk to you because your mom said you had no friends.”, you explained.
He scoffed, “Did she not see us talking earlier?”
“I guess not, and that wasn’t really us talking.”
“Oh, you’re right. It was just you rambling on about shit.”
You felt a pang of hurt at what he said, “Hey! I’m sorry I was trying to talk to you!”
He went back to being quiet.
You were now frustrated. All you wanted to do was have a nice two sided conversation with Connor. “You know, a normal person would have said ‘I’m sorry’ right about now,” you pointed out.
“Good thing I’m not normal or a person for apologies.”, he sassed back at you.
You crossed your arms out of anger. You assume you felt angry, but to be honest you felt a little sad. You just wanted him to like you, BUT AS A FRIEND, OF COURSE, NO ROMANCE HERE.
You heard Connor mumble something, but couldn’t tell what he said. “Pardon?”
He harshly spoke, “I said I was sorry, Jesus Christ. Get your ears cleaned or something.”
You felt yourself smile, “It’s alright.”
“If I’m being honest, I don’t mind you talking. Only because I don’t like to talk to people. It’s okay for you to like ramble and shit.”, he said while scratching his neck.
You let out a soft laugh, “Okay.”
Then for the rest of the picnic, you rambled about whatever came to your mind. You talked about your family, your old school, you repeated your stance of unicycle rights. You weren’t even sure if he was listening to you. You just knew that he would nod and sometimes ask questions.
On the car ride home, you didn’t mind the loud noises from your siblings. You didn’t care that the radio played crappy pop music. All you cared about was that you had spent time with Connor and it wasn’t awkward or anything. You felt comfortable and you could tell he felt the same. You really liked spending time with him. You really liked him.
I’m so ready for the weekend! Held my graduation project presentation yesterday and now I’m freeeee 😻 Well, only until my final exams towards the end of the month, but still 😉 So let’s celebrate with another Padme pic. Thank you all for the love this cosplay has received, I appreciate every like and every comment so much 💕
Padme cosplay made and worn by me.
Photography by the wonderful @selfmadecosplay
Editing by me.
One time my Government teacher sent us outside to work at these picnic tables, so naturally everyone ended up just screwing around and getting on their phones and stuff, as teenagers do. I’m one of those nerds who actually does their work, so I was just working for a good twenty minutes straight when I moved my textbook a little, and saw Bill Cipher staring up at me from the table. Somebody had drawn him in a pink pen, on to the faded wood of this crappy high school table.
I got so excited at the idea of there being another Gravity Falls fan in my school somewhere, that I tried to shout with joy and say “guy’s look, Bill Cipher!” all at once, so naturally I ended up screaming: “BILL CIPHER.” like I was unleashing the demon within.
The kids at my table went dead quiet and just stared at me for a few solid seconds with these big eyes, before somebody whispered: “Damn…”
Note that I’m that really stereotypical dork who has very little friends off the internet and rarely ever talks in class, and when I do, it’s more of a mumble than anything.
Needless to say I continued to not have friends in that class, but somewhere, out there in my school, hidden deep in the grimy recesses of sweaty locker rooms and tear-stained math papers, there is a kid who drew Bill Cipher on that table, and I’d like to think that we’d be good friends.
I don’t think i say this outside of my tags too often, but Jonghyun is so incredibly talented, so incredibly thoughtful, so funny, so wonderful and amazing. He’s so BEAUTIFUL, inside and out. I am so happy to call myself his fan. To be inspired by such a person who, every single day, gives me more and more reason to appreciate his existence. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be able to identify as a Blinger.