#Herschel backpack

[i-scavenger]

Like new Herschel backpack found in a dumpster enclosure.

[loveindefinitely]

༊*·˚ FOREVER WINTER (IF YOU GO) — task force 141 x reader

05 — THESE THINGS EAT AT YOUR BONES

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + (non-endgame phillip graves)

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, fmmmm, enemies to lovers, slow burn, polyamory, ghostsoap, pricegaz, alerudy, heavy angst, requited unrequited love, graphic violence

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You were seventeen when you enlisted.

Obviously, you had to lie about your age – just a year off, not a drastic difference. The recruiters wouldn’t care enough to double check, anyways. Anyone willing to join their forces was good enough in their books.

You’d been desperate, desperate for a sense of community, for a home, for something to occupy your time with.

Things hadn’t been easy after your mother had passed.

She’d raised you on her own; having taken you from your father before you could realise what a father was. Said he was a bad man, didn’t deserve an angel like yourself. Sometimes, you wished that you’d known him, or at least had a father figure to look up to.

That was rare, however. Your mother had done a great job in raising you – making sure you had morals and looked out for others. Always had a roof over your head, food made with love in your tummy.

It was only three months prior to your enlistment that she passed.

While you were at school, she was shot and killed in your childhood home. The day you walked through that front door, backpack a hefty weight on your shoulders, and saw her wide-eyed corpse on the living room carpet, was the day that a piece of you died.

That night, with the cool fabric of the paramedic’s shock blanket around your frame, you looked up what happens after you die with shaky, blood-stained hands. A question you hadn’t had to consider. Not until then.

The police wrote down your stilted words in their government-issued notepads, attempts of sympathy on their faces.

All you could focus on was the tap tap tap of your foot against the carpet, the chewed up flesh of your inner cheek, and the burning of your eyes.

You had, thankfully, managed a choked up explanation of what you’d seen.

“I came home. From school. She was just. There. On the carpet. Her eyes were open,” you managed to whisper, eyes remaining in your lap.

“How did you feel when you saw her?” The officer asked.

You had half the mind to ask him that very same question. You didn’t, of course.

“I felt that she deserved a better death than this. Sir.”

The time after that passed in quick, blurry memories. A hand on your shoulder here, a trauma nurse there, all the while your mind could only supply you with the image of the one person you had. Gone.

“Here.”

You’d looked up with bloodshot eyes and chapped lips. The man looked to be in his late forties, with greying hair and saggy features. In his hands was a steaming cup of tea – extended towards you. With trembling fingers, you took it from the man.

“Thank you,” you’d murmured, before blowing across the liquid with a soft breath. It rippled with the flowing air, tea leaves simmering on the bottom. If you looked hard enough, you could make out a tree.

“Is it alright if I join you?” He asked, gesturing to the chair in front of you. You nodded, and he moved to get comfortable in his seat, eyes remaining on you. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

That was, funnily enough, the first time you’d heard those words said to you. 

“I’m Herschel Shepherd,” the man supplied, with a small, comforting smile. He extended a weathered hand to you, and after a moment, you accepted it with a light shake. “I think I might know who’s responsible for your mother’s death.”

You swallowed. “What? Are you,” you worked your heavy tongue, “Are you in the FBI?”

He loosed a hearty chuckle at that, before shaking his head. “No, kid. I’m a bit higher up than that.”

You didn’t have it in you to push. Not then, not with the smell of blood a consistent rot in your nose. You just nodded, accepting that explanation, squeezing your hands together for comfort.

“There’s been some rumours,” Shepherd leaned his elbows against his knees, lowering himself to meet you at eye level. “Of a secret organisation, searching and killing those affiliated with the army. Especially those who served, and then ran.”

Your brows furrowed, mouth opening and closing around nothing. “What does this have to do. With anything – my mum, she wasn’t –”

“She was, kid,” Shepherd interrupted with a raised hand. “She was a renowned Lieutenant. Served for ten years.”

Tap tap tap, your foot goes.

“She would’ve told me,” you managed out, throat choking up and nostrils flaring. “She wouldn’t have hid that from me. I’d know. You’re lying.”

“She didn’t tell you to keep you safe,” he urged, resting his hand on your bouncing knee in comfort. “But… This is more than just her. This is an attack on our country, on you, kid. I’m investigating this group, their ideals, their plans. You can help.”

You shook your head adamantly. “No. This has nothing to do with me.”

“It has everything to do with you,” Shepherd immediately retorted, and you felt your chest caving in, your shoulders deflating. “It’s up to you. I hope to see you in my regiment, kid.”

Then, he’d stood, and dropped a card onto your lap. Without another word, he left.

It was later that night, when you found yourself near passing out, that you’d read his business card. It had his name, his title – Lieutenant General – and a regiment. You weren’t sure how any of it worked, if you could do this, if you were made for something like the army. That night, you’d studied and watched and learned everything you could about his regiment.

Three months later, you’d stood before him, gun in hand.

He just smiled, knowingly, and clapped a hand on your shoulder. He leaned down and whispered, “Together, we’ll avenge her.”

And you did, under his wing. You set things right.

*

Your ears ring, the bumps of the vehicle doing nothing to snap you out of your daze. It’s like your insides have turned inside out, every molecule of liquid evaporated with a single name.

“He’s a good man,” you manage to say, breaking the stunned silence of the 141. You don’t dare to look up, to see their expressions, their apprehension. “He saved me. Multiple times. He wouldn’t hurt anyone without a reason, he wouldn’t.”

Even as you say the words, try and plead, you find yourself losing faith. It’s a devastating thing, one that has you wanting to wretch your near-empty stomach.

“We did some digging,” Price murmurs, sounding sorrowful and almost guilty. “We found the truth.”

The entire time that Price retells the intel he and ‘Laswell’ found, you find yourself falling deeper and deeper into your pit of despair. Like you’re clawing with your nails to get out, yet all you’re finding is unrelenting stone, breaking the keratin with every scratch.

By the time that all the information has been told, your body feels as though it’s frozen. 

It isn’t until you feel a thumb wipe against your cheek that you realise you’re crying. Finally, finally, you look up, and meet Soap’s mirthful eyes. His thumb is rough where it wipes away your tears, gathering the salty liquid against the ridges of his fingertips.

Could it get worse than this? Worse than being told that the only other man in your life – the only other person you’d trusted – was a bad man? Working with Graves? How hadn’t you known? Why hadn’t Graves told you –

Why. Why. Why?

“He was the closest thing I had to a father,” you manage, feeling almost manic with it. “He – he and Graves, they’re all I have, I can’t, you can’t–”

You barely manage to open the small window before you’re hurling your empty guts, nothing coming out but air and some bile burning the back of your throat. Your throat, eyes, your entire body aches.

Two large hands rub at your back, and you can hear words being said, but you can’t understand them, can’t hear anything but a low buzz in the back of your mind. Your breath comes out in loud, sharp pants, and you can’t help but sniffle as tears roll down your cheeks and drip from your chin.

Your entire life has just been flipped on its head, and you can’t handle it. You are a Colonel, you’re supposed to be impenetrable, but this, this is everything you ever had. Gone with a few words, a single mission.

“It’s okay, lass, fuck,” you can finally make out Soap saying, recognising one of the hands as his. It’s an, admittedly, comforting weight, one that you find yourself leaning back into. “Steamin’ Jesus.”

“Kyle, do you have water?” Price calls out to the front, and soon, a hand directs your head to enter the van once more, an opened water bottle being pressed to your lips. Price holds it, his hand stroking the back of your neck in support. “Have a drink, darlin’,” he encourages, tilting your head back as you swallow the ice-cold water. “There we go,”he murmurs, his touch unrelenting.

“You good, love?” Gaz calls from the front, brows furrowed where he’s half-watching in the rearview mirror.

All you can give him is a small, weak nod, but he seems to accept it. 

Your mind is spinning at a mile per minute, shuddering when Price pulls the bottle away and Soap continues to rub your back in calming circles. This is, you think, the one time you’ll allow yourself to be comforted by them. This was already crossing too many of the boundaries you’d put up in your head, a clear violation of the separation you’d planned out.

Ghost, true to his name, remains still where he sits in front of you, calculating as he stares you down.

“What are the chances,” he begins, focus remaining on you even if everyone else’s is suddenly on him, “That General’s personal pet is also Graves’ girl who had a change of heart?”

“Si–” Soap begins, before Ghost cuts him off.

“How do we know she’s not a fuckin’ spy,” he spits out, glaring at you with everything he has, “And we’ve been too fuckin’ stupid to figure it out!”

You’re not in control of your body, at this point. Your emotions are.

With one breath, you pull out the blade hooked to your hollister, grip it in a fist, and grab the scruff of Ghost’s uniform and pull him close. Grabbing his hand, you slide the knife into it, grabbing his wrist, pulling it forward so the knife is pressed against your neck.

“Kill me,” you breathe, chest heaving, eyes burning with rage, “Kill me if you think I’m a spy. Slice the knife through my fucking throat, Lieutenant, do it.”

His irises are blown black, the white of his eyes stark against the grease paint smeared over his visible skin. You can feel his heavy breaths through his mask, brushing against your snarled lips. You pull him even closer, your fist unrelenting against the fabric of his uniform.

There’s an uproar around you, Soap yelling something to you both, Price trying to tug you away by his grip on your upper arm, Gaz trying to both focus on not crashing and whatever the hell is happening behind him.

You’re strong, however. Trained and built for hand-to-hand battle, and you don’t move an inch. Not when you’re so determined, so stubborn.

“Kill. Me.” You hiss, the words quiet enough to only be heard by the man holding a knife to your throat. You lean in closer, and you can feel a small trickle of blood fall down your bared neck, but it’s a thrilling type of pain.

“You’re a crazy bastard,” he spits back, but he notably eases the knife away from your skin. You just lean into it further, more blood being let. “If you keep tryna call bluffs like this, you’ll be sent home in a casket.”

“What home, Lieutenant?” You ask, almost desperate for his answer, a demand. You narrow your gaze, refusing to break eye contact. “If you can find where the fuck I belong, I’ll be happy to die within its walls.”

The two of you standoff, your eyes doing all the speaking, before Ghost allows the blade to fall from his grip, hitting the floor of the van with a clunk. “You win, Sweetheart,” he taunts, the words being breathed against your own mouth, mere millimetres apart. “Congratulations.”

You finally allow yourself to be pulled back, Soap shooting you a shell-shocked look, his jaw clenching as he looks between you both. Price finally eases his grip around your arm, barking, “Don’t pull that shit! One wrong move and –”

“My whole life has been one wrong move,” you grit out, falling back into your seat with shallow breaths. You drag your hand down your face, before resting against the sticky heat of your blood, pooling at the dip of your neck. “What’s one more?”

There’s no response. You don’t hope for one, don’t expect one, but it still leaves you unsteady. Unsure. Even when everyone just sits in an odd sort of limbo for a few minutes, you struggle to come down from that high, that overwhelming need for control.

“Here.” 

When you look up, it’s to see Soap, a medkit in his lap. Price is sitting on the other side next to Ghost, talking quietly to him, stern expressions displayed on them both. They seem lost in conversation – a serious one, considering your current situation.

“What’re you doing?” You find yourself asking, watching as he rips open an alcoholic wipe and takes it out, your leg bouncing. He gives you a friendly smile, this side of hopeful.

“Patchin’ ye up, Sweetheart. Goes both ways,” he explains, and your eyes go glassy once more. “Can aye fix ye up?”

You don’t trust your words, so you simply nod, tilting your head back. You find yourself rocked by the rhythm of Gaz’s driving, finding solace in the comfort of semi-safety. Although not as safe as you would’ve been at Graves’ base, there was a sense of… protectiveness that came with being with the 141.

Wincing, you grit your teeth as Soap cleans up the blood from your throat, his gentle ministrations so at odds with his bumbling, charismatic character. He’s precise, careful to not hurt you too much, delicate movements made by harsh hands.

“You sure do like playin’ with fire, lass,” he murmurs, swiping the last bits of drying blood from the hollow of your throat, the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips.  “Can respect that.”

“I’m sorry for… that,” you sigh, watching as he deposits the used wipe into a hazard bag. Good practice, you think, prioritising avoiding any bloodborne diseases. You’re silently impressed. “Didn’t mean to lose my shit. Just. A lot.”

“I know,” he returns, earnest, opening a bottle of sanitary cream and swiping some onto his finger, bringing it to soothe over your small wound.

“I don’t know who to trust.”

Those words aren’t exactly good ones to say, not to a borderline enemy with his hands on your neck. But it feels like an otherworldly force makes you say them, makes you expose yourself even further to this man. Maybe a taunt, maybe a small punishment for saving his life.

He pauses, but quickly covers up his hesitation with returned fervour. “I don’t envy ya, hen. It’s an absolute shitshow. But…” he grabs some medical tape, cutting it to length to put over your wound. Apparently it’s worse than you’d thought. “Ye heard what happened. Shepherd, Graves, they’re not worthy of ya.”

That gives you pause. Worthy. What made someone worthy? What kind of clarifications?

Did he think he was worthy? Ghost? Price? Gaz?

“You think I’m better than the General?” You raise a brow, attempting to goad him, spark that flame of banter that always seemed to haunt the Scot.

“I know ye are. Seen it with my own eyes.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“We’re nearly back at the safehouse,” Gaz calls from the front, tapping his hands against the steering wheel to a silent rhythm. Price grunts out a reply, and Ghost remains silent, watching. Always watching.

Finishing up his quick first aid job, Soap tilts your head back down with a grip on your chin, his thumb stroking along your bottom lip. “There we go, Sweetheart. Good as new,” he whispers, the corner of his lips tilting into a kind grin.

“How’s the arm?” You find yourself asking, looking to the bandaged ligament. “Feeling alright?”

“Definitely better than if aye’d let it get infected,” he hums, looking down to his arm. “Once this blows over, nurses on base will sort it out.”

You hadn’t noticed before, but you realise that his thigh is pressed against yours, and your leg has stopped bouncing. No more tap tap tap. Just… the feel of fabric against your own, heated by the flesh underneath. The comforting touch of another human, not sexual, not for any reason but to simply… exist.

Ten minutes pass of comfortable silence between you both, before the vehicle comes to a stop, Gaz turning off the engine with a turn of his keys, unbuckling his seat belt and hopping out of the car.

“Out we get,” Price says to you all, gentler than he’d been before. The doors burst open, Gaz flinging the keys back to his Captain, urging the four of you to hop out and head in.

You’re the last to get out, Gaz extending a calloused hand for you to take, ever the gentleman. Accepting it, you jump down, looking to the awaiting men. The Los Vaqueros are rushing inside, talking amongst themselves, relief thick in their words, hands being slapped against each other’s backs.

Price is looking at you as he says, “I think we have a call to make.”

As it turns out, the call is to the last person on Earth you want to talk to right now. In the middle of the same table you’d stood beside Rudy at, mere hours ago, is a computer.

One with General Shepherd’s face on it.

Price had given you the mercy in deciding whether you’d show yourself or not. You still hadn’t made the choice, instead standing off to the side, Gaz and Soap at either side of you. Alejandro stands at the right of the table, and Ghost has his arms folded over his chest at the left.

“You hid this,” Price grips the table, livid, “Why.”

Not a question, not really, more of a command than anything. An order from a Captain.

Shepherd’s response has your blood running cold, reality finally cementing inside of yourself. You claw at your palms when he responds, drily, “We all keep secrets, Captain.”

And, oh, what a slap in the face that is.

“Why the hell wasn’t I informed?” Price snaps, his shoulders rising and falling with each barely restrained breath. He seems to fill out his uniform more than he had before, in the dim light of the room.

The boarded up window allows for a small sliver of sunset to cast against all of you, a small joy in the darkness of the safehouse. And the situation at hand.

“Consider yourself well informed now, John,” Shepherd’s tone lowers, more grating, forceful.

“Oh, that's really fuckin' helpful, General. Thank you. But you're a day late and a missile short. There's three of them – we only found two.”

“Then point yourself in that direction, and fix it,” Shepherd booms, and you can’t help the instinctual flinch of your body. You’d grown up being frightened of his raised voice, the threat that came along with it. Even in the safety of this house, you can’t help your response.

Price scoffs a laugh with no humour, his mouth falling into a grim, dangerous line. “And who fixes you, eh?”

You can hear, more than see, Shepherd’s returning snarl. “I don’t need fixing. I’m a patriot protecting my country.”

Gaz and Soap share a look above your head, but you don’t care, not now. Not when Price stands up, slamming his hand against the table, not when Alejandro curses under his breath.

Not when all you can think about is the empty promises Shepherd made.

“You’re protecting your own ass,” Price cusses, turning back to glare at the man on the screen.

“I do what needs to be done, and no one holds me down with a roll of red tape. I know what's best for the cause.”

Price chuckles, eyes a fire of fury, leaning down once more to the laptop. “You’ve lost your mind, General.”

“And you've forgotten what you're fighting for, John. To do good, you gotta do some bad. When we shit, we bury it, that's how it works,” Shepherd replies, hard and strong in his belief.

You’re at the verge of losing it.

“Yeah,” Price begins, before pointing his finger to the camera, “But we don’t bury each other with it, do we?”

“You need to turn off that side o' your head and face down the real enemy,” Shepherd warns, and it’s the final straw.

“Isn’t that what you told me, Herschel? That the organisation was the real enemy?” You quip, and for a minute, you wonder if he’s ended the call.

That is, until, a choked off voice filters in, “Kid?”

Rushing forward, you turn the laptop to face you, and your entire system seems to revolt as you see the man you once cared for like a father. 

“Tell me that you didn’t betray them,” you hiss, leaning in closer, your entire face filling the screen. “Tell me that you didn’t ruin lives – tell me you didn’t make a deal with my Commander behind my back. Tell me, Herschel.”

“You wouldn’t understand –” he begins, but that’s all you needed to know.

Stepping away, you give him a final, cold smile. “Was it worth it?”

“What –” he starts once more, before you grab the handle of your gun, pulling it up to rest as a comforting weight in your hand.

“Was it worth ruining my life? Was it worth ruining this mission?”

“You’re just a kid.”

“I am a Colonel!” You shout, emotions bubbling over as you slam the gun onto the table, eyes blazing. “And when I find you, you’re going to wish you never fucked me over. What was your favourite method? Flaying? Dismemberment?”

“You’ve always been too soft and easy to manipulate,” Shepherd snaps back, voice booming through the speakers.

Your voice is as dangerous as you’ve ever heard it.

“Immolation? That was your favourite, wasn’t it?”

His eyes widen on the screen, seeming to understand, to seemingly take you seriously. Too late. Too fucking late.

“Let’s see if it’s still your favourite when it’s your turn to be the victim,” you slowly say, annunciating every word with clear speech. “Thank you for your teachings, General.”

With that, you slam the laptop screen shut, and prepare to face the fire.

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author's note. im so hyped for all of the future plot points. and romance. ohmygod. yes, ghost does eventually come around. yes, he's the longest slow burn. yes, he's the most intense enemies to lovers. wbk. i also got covid so i have a lot of time to rot in bed and suffer while writing!! ALSOOO there is so much fire symbolism... ;)

your comments mean soso much to me, every time iread one i squeal and feel all excited!! thank u for ur support commenters, i DO read all of them. more than once. &lt;3

[tzuberry]

me, you, and the red bracelet

pairing gunwook + gn reader details red string of fate but not rlly (?) cw blood (not graphic), trip/fall wc 1192 read time 5 mins

note i hate this bruh i cba to fix it or anything i think the entire plot of this is what’s wrong with it it just doesn’t feel right.. unfortunately

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You never thought anything much of the red string bracelet your mother gave you on the day of your middle school graduation—just that it looked kind of stupid. Upon receiving it, at the unripe age of fourteen, you contemplated its purpose and why your mom couldn’t give you a shiny new Pandora charm bracelet as your friends’ parents did for them.

Nevertheless, as a relic of representation of your grandmother’s beliefs (as your dad had told you), it became difficult to take off… metaphorically. You couldn’t just disrespect a family member like that; especially one that had essentially raised you. So, the sort of odd-looking, entirely useless red string wrapped around your wrist had to stay just the way it was.

Over time, its significance, and the meaning of it, diminished in your point of view. No one in your family had taken the time to enlighten you on its real purpose, so in the end… what—who were you wearing it for?

“I think it’s cute,” your friend Eunah said one day. She had a stripe of frothed milk above her upper lip from drinking the cafe mocha she ordered, so it was hard to take her seriously. Still, it was clear what she was talking about; she slid the tip of her finger under the red string across your wrist, tugging on it slightly.

In the mid-afternoon of another unremarkable Saturday, you’d found yourselves at the nearest coffee shop to your building on campus. You had a lot of work to catch up on, and Eunah graciously offered to accompany you… but she ended up not much of a help. Additionally, she only got you wondering if you had a milk mustache identical to hers, seeing as you’d gotten the same drink.

“It’s alright,” you replied, letting out a deep breath as you continued writing with your free hand. “I’m thinking of taking it off one of these days.”

“Oh, come on,” your friend groaned. “It means something, you know,” she stated, tone almost defensive. Your best friend was big on myths, theories, and any kind of legend—she was probably about to regale you on another one, this time concerning the bracelet you wore daily. “Like, when you find your soulmate, the string will break—I’ve heard of it.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, okay.” You were never one to believe any of this, which is why you never did any of your own research regarding your red string. It’s stupid, and it looks stupid too.

“Fine. Don’t believe me then,” she said, amused and rolling her eyes. “Just… when it happens, at least tell me I was right. And that I told you so.” Eunah began to pack her things into her blue Herschel backpack, and with all your textbooks and notepads laid out on the table, you didn’t have the chance to notice that she…

She stood up, wearing her bag over both shoulders. “I’ll see you on Monday, [Name]. Text me when you leave later.”

“Mhm,” you passively hummed. “Text me when you get home.”

She nodded. “I will.” Then, she went out the door.

It’d been only a few minutes post-Eunah exit when you came to find that your advanced chem textbook was gone—just— poof. As if it hadn’t had a spot on the table earlier, as if someone had… oh. (As if someone had taken it.)

You dashed out of the cafe as quickly as you could, not minding the passers-by and their brief judgmental glances. You needed that book—your exam was on Monday. You couldn’t even begin to think about what you would do without it. And, sure, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world if you weren’t able to catch up to Eunah, but it was more convenient to chase after her now than to commute to her house or assign a delivery service to bring you your textbook.

It had just so happened when your friend came into view, you… tripped. Shit. At least your arms broke the fall.

You were so certain the palms of your hands were grazed and (a very tiny bit) bloodied—so much so that you concluded it would hurt to prop yourself up to stand. Luckily, although you didn’t know it at the time…

“You alright?” a stranger asked, extending help in the form of his hand reaching for yours.

Despite your better judgment, the first thing that came to your mind had unfortunately been: he’s really, really cute. And tall. He flashed you an awkward smile, which prompted you to wonder why until he shook his empty hand in front of you—a subtle reminder that you had yet to get up from the floor.

“Oh, oh—!” you gasped, taking his offer into grasp. (Not too tightly though. Your palm was still… bleeding.) Your eyes locked onto his wrist as he helped you back up, and it’s just then that you realized it: your red string bracelet is gone.

The boy laughed. “That was a hard fall,” he said, nearly giggling in… amusement at your misfortune. He had taken his hand back before you could even hope that your blood didn’t rub off on him. His smile dropped. “You’re bleeding.”

Your red string bracelet was gone.

Your red string bracelet was gone.

Your red string bracelet was... who even is this guy?

“Hello? Are you good?” He waved his hand ahead of your face.

“[Name],” he called out. How did he know your name? (Newsflash: it was on your ID.) “Are you good?”

With half your consciousness gone due to the sole premise of your bracelet disappearing, you’d lost the ability to lead any train of thought clearly. “What’s your name?” you semi-breathlessly inquired, tilting your head and raising a brow.

He pointed to himself and asked for clarification. With this gesture, you noticed that he wore the same ID lanyard as yours. “Me?”

“Yes.”

“Gunwook.” He smiled softly.

Could Eunah really have been right? You’d just met this guy, when—

“Gunwook, can I have your number?” ... Impulse took over the rationality in you.

He broke into the widest grin you’d ever seen. He let go of your hand, which you hadn’t remotely noticed he took ahold of again, and stared at you intently as he waited for you to open your phone. You didn’t have your phone on you.

With a shake of your head, he immediately understood and pulled a pen out of his pocket. “Got paper?”

That you did. Gunwook ripped it into two, gave you one, wrote his number down first, and then lent you his pen. He wanted your number too…

“Uh, here it is.” Passing the piece of paper back to him, you pursed your lips, and the corners of your mouth came up ever-so-slightly. “Thanks. I’ll, um, go now.”

You rushed away (briskly walking) from the echo of Gunwook’s voice, ringing out with the question: “Wait! How’s your hand?”

“Good!” you yelled back.

Fortunately, when you reached the cafe again, your belongings and coffee were left untouched. There, you fished out your phone from somewhere in your backpack and called Eunah right away, planning to open with the line: “You were right, and you told me so.”

[mspirations]

Herschel Supply Co Dawson Micro Velvet Backpack with Leather Trim*

Zara Limited Edition Wool Coat - Pink

* Identified by me

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[studiesoflily]

A lil what’s in my bag post! I pride myself on being very prepared, and this definitely shows that lol. My bag is the Herschel 30l backpack in ash pink, and I’m totally in love with it. I’ve only had it about a month, but it’s very durable and cute, and I’m obsessed with the color

ps: this was inspired by a similar post by @frenchiepal , go show their blog some love if you’re seeing this!

[awstenlookbook]

While meeting fans after the Property Tour show at The Studio At The Factory in Dallas TX, Awsten wears Herschel Supply Co. Hudson's Bay Point Blanket Little America Backpack (no longer for sale).

📸twitter: peach_lex

[gerardpilled]

odd question. does anyone own this backpack and would they or would they not recommend it

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Dead City Ep 3: People are a Resource

@wdway:

I have fought against sending this ever since I saw it yesterday morning and I can't stand it any longer. I truly believe we have a picture of Beth.

We hear Maggie tell Negan that the closest thing she has to her family is in that box, meaning the small metal box with the drawing of Glenn and photographs. So this has to be a photograph of her family, right.

They made sure it was small and quickly shown when Maggie looked at it. I enlarged and turned it so we could see it better. I think it's safe to assume standing on the far right is Herschel (a look alike for Scott Wilson) and that would make Beth's mom next to him, the other two people could be relatives or friends.

Sitting on the steps to the far right, since it's a brunette I'm assuming that is Maggie, the c being possibly her step brother and the third being blonde, safe to assume is Beth. Maggie's face is pretty much gone and both the c person and who I think is Beth, eyes seem to have been blacked out. Lots of symbolism could be read into that.

There are the white streaks I don't know if that's supposed to be age or reflection, but one is almost seems to be pointing to Beth's wrist, since it's her left arm it would be the one that she would have later try to cut. It looks as though she has two tops/shirts on with the one underneath being pink.

What I did not catch originally was that there seems to be a fourth person, another person on the other side of Beth. The head is totally blacked out and I truly did not even notice this person except there are legs next to Beth. I don't know if this is symbolic of someone that is present, but totally unseen. Another thing we could go crazy with speculation.

I do also like the fact that they placed the lady in a yellow dress with Beth on the step below her. It was Maggie who commissioned a portrait of Beth for her office at Hilltop. It was Maggie that for the first time in almost a decade that spoke Beth's name during the conversation between her and Daryl in Home Sweet Home. Now we have a photograph, fuzzy and aged, but still an indication that Beth lived. That she existed. And definitely is included in the storyline of the TWDU.

Again I turned and enlarged so we could see it better. The first ones is very recognizable of Maggie and Herschel. The second one I kept trying to figure out who that baby was because my first thought was that it was Maggie but that certainly could not be little Herschel. It then hit me that this could possibly be Maggie's mother and the small child is Maggie. That would make a lot of sense with these photographs being of her family. There's one more photograph in her hand and we do not see that one. Hopefully in the future we will be able to see that one.

I was immediately struck with the similarities from the flashback scenes between Negan and Ginny with those of Daryl and Beth in s4.

They're in the woods and we have Ginny with a golf club.

Negan with all those layers on immediately made me think of Daryl in Alone where he has like 20 different layers on compared to Beth who had a golf shirt and a sweater. Jenny also is carrying a backpack, a different color than Beth's black one, but still.

It's very subtle but Jenny's forehead has a smudge and an rounded area that fits perfectly to where Beth was shot. It stood out to me because in episode Still where Beth is trying to make a fire, on her forehead is a similar smudge that none of us paid attention to until after Coda. Looking back it was a foreshadowing of that gunshot wound. Here we have a rework of Ginny representing Beth with the same type of smudge.

I believe the strongest comparison of Negan and Ginny representing Daryl and Beth was in the final flashback. The rework of the scene in s4e1, 30 Days Without An Accident, between Daryl and Beth at the door of Beth's prison cell. Where Beth is hugging Daryl and he is so very awkward, not knowing how to respond to her. He finally puts his hand on her arm. We have the replay of that with Negan and Ginny.

Negan took the role of Beth in the rework of talking about hope. His statement of hope immediately took me back to Beth's monologue in s4e10 Inmates, where she talked about hope.

I just love all the call backs of Beth and Daryl in this episode plus all the other things that we found out regarding Maggie and Herschel's relationship. We were right in our thinking that there was friction between Maggie and Herschel, that he is very much in that zone of preteen or teen rebellion.

I have to say I thought we would have to wait until e5 or even 6 before we found out what happened to Negan's family, it was a happy surprise to be getting so much information in this one episode. Negan has a son named Joshua! They lived in a little cabin near New Babylon. He put them on a wagon (train) to Missouri. I want to think we heard mention of Missouri in TWB, or maybe it was mentioned in the episode Nebraska? It just seems so sad that he finally got the family he always wanted and he chose not to go after them. He did not feel like he was good for them. Does that type of thinking remind anyone else of Carol?

I guess you could say we got a double whammy with this one in both a eye and an ear reference, kind of, haha.

I'm loving how they're using Ginny to show all the Beth symbolism.

Those were the high points for me. I'm looking forward to reading your reactions to the episode.

@galadrieljones:

This was so intriguing. Maggie is breaking down, I think. Her exterior is coming apart and we are finally getting glimpses into her emotional life.

This picture was very interesting to me because of who is in it. I think that is definitely Beth, without a question.

But who are the other people? I think this has to be something important. They look darker complected to me, and the boy in between them looks noticeably dark in complexion with black hair?

BUT, I went back and I found a photo of Shawn. I think it could be him.

He is wearing the same clothes

So is that Shaun’s father and his wife, and his mother and Hershel? Perhaps

I want to go back to season 2 now and find shots of the family photos on the refrigerator at the Greene house

Anyway, I had the same thought as you pertaining to the other photo, that it was Maggie’s mom and Maggie

Because Maggie’s mom died when she was young it would make sense.

Also, you are right to ask how the hell Maggie has these. I really do wonder if she went back to the farm. I would not be surprised to learn this.

What I want to find out is when, and I ofc want it to have happened after Coda. I want to learn that she and Daryl went back to the farm together during the missing 17 days. Maybe they thought they’d find Beth there after she went missing. Or maybe they just went back because they didn’t know what else to do.

That said, it wouldnt at all be surprising to me to learn that she took Hershel back there during her lost years. Maybe before heading out to the coast in Savannah and meeting a community of speculative PADRE refugees.

I suppose it’s possible that Maggie grabbed the photos before they left at the end of season 2, but tbh I doubt it, because it all happened so fast and they ran. Also, they made a whole to-do in season 4 about Glenn having that photo of Maggie, and how Maggie didn’t understand, and then Glenn got rid of it because he thought he wouldn’t need it because they’d never be separated again. Maggie isn’t sentimental and I cannot imagine her wanting photos unless she was absolutely desperate, which, as we saw, she was, after Coda.

ALSO, it’s worth asking how Jadis was able to paint Beth without a photo. Maybe she had a photo.

(the photos Maggie had from after Coda)

Maggie’s little “box” also made me think of how Norman said Daryl still has Beth’s knife, we just never see it. Maybe we will. The idea of Daryl opening up to a digital diary means maybe we will see it again or hear about it or Beth somehow.

And I think these photos are a perfect exmaple of how tptb uses imagery to engage the GA but also get the close watching audience to ask important questions. The GA will just look at this and feel sad about Maggie’s loved ones all being lost. We will look at it and say, “Wait, when the f*ck did she go and get those.”

I just want to say i’m REALLY loving Dead City. It is super slick and sharp and the characterization is so good, feels like how the show used to be. Negan and Maggie’s relationship is developing and I love how they used that moment in which Maggie opted not to light the dinosaur on fire to show that she is not as cold-blooded and selfish as she used to be. I knew right away that Maggie was going to consider destroying the dinosaur because it would take Negan’s eyes off the prize, off HER kid, but here we see she is empathizing with him. She doesn’t want to give up hope.

@wdway:

I'm enjoying reading your take on the photos. As far as the other couple being the ex-husband and they're all a big happy family, I just don't feel that. Not that we know that much about the relationship but I just don't think that they were a Happily Divorced couple. We never really knew if she was divorced or widowed. We did assume because of Beth's age that Beth's mother would have been several years younger than Herschel.

This is one of the reasons TD has always believed that the age gap between Beth and Daryl would not have been a huge issue to Herschel or Maggie. I love the thought of Daryl going back to the farm with Maggie. I just think it's more likely that it was with young Herschel during their way to her Nanna place on the coast. There is a chance that the other couple in the family grouping could possibly be Beth's mother's sister or brother. Herschel I believe was an only child since he's the one who inherited the farm.

Here's another thought I had concerned Maggie getting the photographs from the farmhouse, I imagine she got more than those three, four if you count the one that we didn't see, did she give Daryl a picture of Beth.that would be a flashback I would love to see. Totally understand how they don't want us to see a clear look of this grouping in the family photo, do either of you have any thoughts about why Beth and her brothers eyes were blackened out. And why can't we see anything of that person on the other side of Beth? This is over the top TD on my part, but I just want that person to symbolize Daryl always being beside Beth in her memory as if she in his.

@galadrieljones:

Good call on them being maybe Hershel’s new in-laws! That makes sense. I agree it would be weird for it to be Shaun’s dad and his new wife. I also don’t remember if maybe we learned anything about Shaun/Beth’s mom and whether she was a widow.

It’s hard for me to say if the eyes are truly blacked out (like with a sharpie) or if it’s just an effect of the blurred photograph. That said, it does really look like Beth’s mom’s face is totally blurred out while the others are not.

@wdway:

The other thing that I thought with showing these old photographs is that they would get people to remember those early s2 scenes and the stories that Maggie told about what a real brat she was growing up. And when she talked about her conflicts with young Herschel I couldn't help but think that he was a chip off the old block. It's along the lines of parents always telling their kids that they hope that their kids are just like them (as a payback).

@galadrieljones:

I also think it’s most likely that Maggie went back with Hershel. Or like, that’s easiest to retcon. Although I’m still curious in that case about Jadis/Anne’s ability to sketch Beth so closely without a photo. ANother headcanon would be that Daryl went back on his own at some point and brought Maggie some pictures.

Definitely, makes me think of Beth finding the birth control pills. “Nothin, daddy!” Such a cute characterizing moment for Beth. That she’s kind of a rule follower but ultimately would never rat out her sister and sort of instictively knows real trouble from trouble that is merely perceived.

@wdway:

Yes! yes! I want to believe that year between Commonwealth falling and Daryl returning he went back to Georgia, to Grady and the Greene's farm and brought back pictures to Maggie. Yes! that's the truth I want to believe.

@galadrieljones:

I want so bad to learn that Daryl went back to Atlanta at some point.

@galadrieljones:

Also that makes me wonder about what you suggested during our discussion of the spinoff, which is that it’s possible they will leave it super vague at first, why Daryl was headed to Europe, or what he’s looking for. If they do that, that’s kind of how you know it’s not specifically just Rick.

@wdway:

So many people thought that the mischievous smile Beth gives to Daryl on the porch about burning down the shack in the episode Still was the same kind of smile she gave her daddy when he came upon her and Maggie at the pond.

@galadrieljones:

Love it. Follow the rules till the rules stop making sense. Then change them. That’s what she did at Grady.

I ofc have my headcanon fantasy with Daryl going back to Atlanta… I want him to for some reason get a hair up his ass and to go back to the farm, then just feel like something is off and go back into the city and to the hospital, find some reference to coordinates in France, or some correspondence to France then follow them because he needs a job. Daryl needs a quest.

Tbh they could do anything at this point, with the seeds they planted back in season 4-5.

@wdway:

I like that. I'm thinking that what he finds at Grady is some paperwork about their treatments for Walker bites. With pictures of their subjects, just like what June had for the radiation treatment. He finds that information with Beth being one of the successful test subject. Records that ultimately leads him to find out more about the CDC and the other research team in France. I could spend a whole evening plotting that scenario out.

@galadrieljones:

This is so possible right now that I’m blinded lol. I am officially like, idk why they would do anything else Do they want to bring in a flood of new viewers? Bring Beth back from the dead!

My only change to your scenario would be that he finds none of Beth’s records at Grady because they’ve all been wiped and removed by whoever “took care of” the Grady threat. But Daryl is smart and he follows them hoping for more information. When he gets to France he finds correspondence and records that reveal Beth’s participation in the treatment and the implication that she has been cured of the disease, that she is immune, that further study pertaining to whatever protocol she went through is required, but the buck stops there because the operation was shut down and the French teams were hunted and slaughtered or jailed.

But there is something that must indicate to Daryl she could still be alive and that she could have survived the headshot, whether it’s via regenerative properties related to the virus or something else… Sorry let me not get too carried away

Like you I could do this all day lol

@wdway:

You have my blessing to get "carried away" as much as you care too! I'm loving it.

@galadrieljones:

Well I’m going to continue now because why not? Lol

Ofc what happens after Daryl goes searching alone for answers, Carol is left behind to putter about and try and help fix things up around Alexandria. She’s lonely and bored. She occasionally goes to see Ezekiel at the CW and things are heating up a little bit but ultimately going real slow. She ends up staying at the CW for a while and she bunks in Daryl’s empty apartment/house because she’s not ready yet to stay with Ezekiel.

She is Carol and so snooping is her middle name, even if it is only be accident. She might just be obsessively cleaning and organizing Daryl’s stuff when she stumbles upon some record of the information he took from Grady. She remembers, and she knows what she’s looking at because she was there and she is very disturbed. She is thinking a lot about how Daryl had to go off by himself and wouldn’t let anybody come with him.

She suddenly gets her own quest, which is to track him down and help him because she’s bored and ofc subconsciously avoiding what is going on with Ezekiel because that’s easier than facing the fact that she might still love him. But also because she finds something in there which suggests she too may have been a research subject at Grady while unconscious.

So she steals a boat from Oceanside (because she’s Carol and why would she ever ask permission? Lol) and sets off for France. Maybe in the name of character development she ends up saving him, in a selfless action. He’s ofc annoyed she’s there and probably pissed because of how dangerous it was for her to literally cross an ocean for him, but he’s also glad because now he doesn’t have to do all this alone.

Together they are in search of the holy grail which will explain these major missing pieces in their lives: What happened to Beth? And what happened to Carol while she was at Grady? Now it’s clear via Dead City that if Beth is alive, Maggie doesn’t know. Or else it’s such old news, she has already made peace with Beth’s reemergence and moved on.

The thing about Maggie is her entire characterization revolves around Glenn. So the pictures, even if one does include Beth, don’t necessarily have to mean that’s what they’re meant to commemorate. This is about Hershel and Glenn, hence the watch, which represents them both. It would not be that absurd to believe that Maggie is still running from her past, which means even freezing out Beth and/or Daryl. Not because she isn’t happy, but because it saddens her to see them together, having found each other after all these years, when she knows she’ll never have that chance.

So instead of asking someone she knows and loves for help, she returns to Negan. Negan’s company is a reassurance of her sadness and pit of despair. He affirms her depression and avoidance and the negative, bad person she has become. This negates her having to take responsibility for turning her life around and trying to work things out with her son and with the other ppl she’s alienated over the years.

Like w Carol, it’s sometimes easier to run from happiness than it is to return to the darkness. Maggie is so accustomed to darkness at this point, it’s just the devil she knows. Ofc she doesn’t count on Negan being a source of hope? Perhaps when she returns we then see the light she has been avoiding all this time. Then they go off and find Rick and save the world

@twdmusicboxmystery

Loving all the observations, Gals! I agree, @galadrieljones. For some reason, even though I liked Fear, it just didn't speak to me like DC is. I had very similar thoughts on the pictures and the Negan/Ginny dynamic being similar to Bethyl. One other thought I had for who the two others in the pic might be: they might be a young version of Patricia and Otis. This man is lean, and the actor who played Otis was never that, but this is the TWDU of yesteryear, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

The Negan/Ginny dynamic makes me wonder if Ginny will die. It seems like every episode I've watched, I've seen something that struck me as a death omen. And of course it's TWD, so that's like every 2 seconds. But I"m constantly thinking, "is that a death omen for Maggie?" I don't know. Maybe. "Is that a death omen for Hershel?" I don't know. Maybe. "Could this be a death omen for Ginny?" I don't know. Maybe. Lol. So, it will just be interesting to see how this plays out and what other parallels there are to Beth and Daryl. But I'm very much looking forward to more episodes.

I, too, @wdway, thought they would make us wait longer to find out about Annie and the baby. And I love that his name is Joshua. Just so biblical.

Love all the head canons as well. Eating them up!

@galadrieljones:

Love your notes, @twdmusicboxmystery. I do hope Ginny doesn’t die. That said, after they killed Finch in Fear I feel like all bets are off in terms of kid death. Idk. If she died, that would definitely propel Negan out west to find Annie and Joshua. But they don’t have to kill her to do this. She could go with him or find her own way and stay behind in Hill Top. Idk. As you said, only time will tell.

That said I was glad to hear that Annie and her baby aren’t dead. I thought almost for sure they were dead. But I had to keep asking why they exist if they were just going to kill them, so it makes sense they’re alive. I think that their journey west will ofc open up some doors for new settings in TWDU.

@wdway, you mentioned the episode Nebraska as pertaining to the “wagon train to Missouri,” and I went back through my notes to see what exactly those guys at the bar said to Rick, Glenn, and Hershel. They don’t mention Missouri, but they mention “the middle of the country”: “A rail yard in Montgomery winding trains to the middle of the country—Kansas, Nebraska” I cross-checked PADRE’s secret coordinates and none of them is in Missouri or the middle of the country; however, we only get to see two of the cards when Madison pulls them out of the binoculars. There’s one we never saw.

ANYWAY. Back to Dead City. I was very interested in the use of methane, the fact that the Croat was an alternative energy scientist, that he had found a way to turn the dead into an energy source. Extremely smart. Another extremely popular "alternative energy" source, historically, has been nuclear energy.

He was VERY afraid of the maggot in his meat and really overreacted. He seems obsessed with cleanliness. I wonder if that will come back to haunt him, esp considering all the roaches that swarm Maggie and Negan, and the use of the laundromat as a battle setting. Cleanliness is an interesting theme here. I was also intrigued by the interesting focus on boots. Maggie has retractable spikes in her boot tips, and the Marshal uses his boot to kill those walkers. He's also hidden important information in his boot, which reminds me of Davon. When Davon wakes up at Amanda's house, the first thing he asks about his his boot, which contains the PPP card and picture of his family.

There are a couple trucks that we see in this episode. Potter and Ford Refrigeration and Haasair. Neither is an actual thing. Potter and Ford is a real estate agency near London, England. Haasair is not a thing, but Haas Automation is a tool manufacturing company out of Oxnard, CA. The Haas automation logo looks a lot like the Haasair logo on the truck. Idk if any of this is important, but it's certainly not obvious.

There's also a clear shot of the license plat in that first shot with the deer. Does that look like anything to you, Ann?

There was a "Find Me" reference in the note from Pearlie's brother. He seems to be asking Pearlie to help him, that he can't deal with his addiction on his own. It doesn't say anything about addiction in the note. It's vague. But I am putting two and two together with the crack pipe in the apartment. In the letter, it says, "Please help me. Please come find me."

Also, that walker impaled on a tree branch. This made me think of the storm aftermath in Them. Walkers impaled on tree branches. I only noticed this because I had gone back to Them to rewatch the scene with Daryl and Maggie in the barn after we discussed possibilities for when Daryl and/or Maggie may have gone back to the farm.

Another Them reference came earlier for me, before I went back to rewatch parts of the episode. When Negan tells Amaia (?) that Maggie is "tougher than she looks, and she looks tough as shit." In Them, Maggie says that Tyreese was tough, and Daryl then says that Beth was tough. I think Hershel tells Rick that "his daughter is tough" as well in Rick's death episode.

I think that line in Them is funny, because in my observation, Tyreese wasn't tough, and he wasn't portrayed as tough. He was physically strong but mentally weak. Not a coward, but mentally weak.

It seems like it was cued up so that Daryl could say that Beth was tough. But he won't say her name, and he won't bring it up himself. He will only add onto what Maggie says.

When I went back to Them I also rewatched the scene when Daryl leaves to go find the barn. He leaves multiple times and goes back. It's really a weirdly structured episode.

This is probably not new, but I thought maybe it was an imprint of his journey post-17 days. He leaves to find Beth, then he comes back. Then he leaves to find Beth, then he finds a barn (goes back to the farm?) and comes back. In Them, when he gets back after finding the barn, he doesn't tell Rick right away. Rick shows him the sign and the water that Aaron left ("from a friend"). Eugene tries to drink the water and Abraham slaps it out of his hands. Then it starts to rain. FG starts shouting that he's "sorry, my Lord." Everyone is euphoric except for Maggie, Sasha, and Daryl.

At this point, they are all implied to be suicidal, to varying degrees. These are just observations, idk why. If the barn is meant to symbolize Daryl leaving the group and finding the source of his pain which results in hope, that's interesting. I think it could be argued that finding the barn is meant to be, at the very least, this means of Daryl looking back on the Greene farm, which is basically where the rest of his life began.

If you look at the above shots, you can tell who the episode revolves around. They are edited in that order, with the camera being up close on Daryl, and Maggie and Sasha's eye lines edited to be looking at each other, or at him, while he seems to be looking inward. "Them" is arguably a Daryl episode. In the episode, he has all the agency. He finds the barn. He notices the storm first and holds the door shut. He fixes the music box.

So whatever the story is, if it's meant to be foreshadowing or reverse-foreshadowing, ie: looking at what happened in the missing days, we could argue that it's from his POV.

The moment between Maggie and Daryl is very vague, ofc. But there's the moment when Maggie says to him, "It's okay to rest now." This feels like it means much more than what's on the surface. Like perhaps they toiled together for some time. They bond in this moment in ways we haven't really seen before, and it seems like maybe Maggie has spent enough time beside Daryl in the past few weeks to feel that what he lost was not typical, that it was special enough for them to bond over.

This line also seems like Maggie putting Beth to bed, which is something she is never able to do with Glenn. Earlier Maggie tells Glenn that she never thought Beth was alive and implies her guilt over this. Like, she just figured Beth was dead and had no hope. Later, Daryl tells Maggie Beth was tough.

Nobody believed in Beth except for Daryl. In the future, nobody will believe she's alive except for Daryl. The music box reawakening is still a really striking moment. That whole episode, like WHAWGO, is very oblique and strange. Anyway, these are just a bunch of notes sparked by that episode of Dead City. Most of it is vague and circumstantial, but I'm interested in your thoughts.

Let me clarify that when I talked about Daryl's sequence of leaving to find Beth, then coming back, then leaving to find Beth, going to the farm, and coming back, I actually meant this mirrors what happens after Beth is taken, beginning with Consumed, not just the missing 17 days.

(and obv that's just speculation lol)

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[schwenpa]

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inktober '24 - day 1

backpack

speaking very materialistically, I love my things and the backpack which carries it. this is just a shoutout to all the things I carry in my backpack and also a reminder to me as to use the things I carry. if I don't why am I carrying it. the Marshall is something I wish I owned tho and that sick lighter (probably should start carrying one xd) and my bag ain't a Herschel.

this was something I made in like half an hour cuz I started at 11:00 and i had the rest left for finishing up my beatober.

striving for consistent progress.

[kuppar]

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8. Patagonia Black Hole Pack 25L

Why It’s Great:

Capacity: 25L

Special Features: Weather-resistant, made from recycled materials, large main compartment

Best For: Outdoor adventurers and eco-conscious users

Patagonia’s Black Hole Pack is known for its rugged durability and eco-friendly construction. Made from recycled materials, this water-resistant backpack is designed to withstand the elements, whether you’re hiking, commuting, or traveling. It has a spacious main compartment, a laptop sleeve, and multiple pockets for organization. This versatile pack is perfect for those who need a backpack that can handle outdoor adventures while remaining environmentally responsible.

Best For: Outdoor enthusiasts or eco-conscious users looking for a durable, weather-resistant backpack.

9. Targus Cypress Hero Backpack with EcoSmart

Why It’s Great:

Capacity: 26L

Special Features: EcoSmart design (made from recycled water bottles), padded laptop compartment, ergonomic design

Best For: Business professionals and eco-conscious commuters

The Targus Cypress Hero Backpack is an excellent choice for environmentally-minded professionals. Made from recycled water bottles, this eco-friendly backpack is designed to comfortably carry your laptop, documents, and office essentials. It features an ergonomic design with a padded back panel and shoulder straps, ensuring comfort even during long commutes. The organized compartments make it easy to access your tech gear and personal items.

Best For: Business professionals who prioritize sustainability and comfort in their workday bag.

10. North Face Borealis Backpack

Why It’s Great:

Capacity: 28L

Special Features: FlexVent suspension system, padded laptop sleeve, large main compartment

Best For: Active commuters and weekend adventurers

The North Face Borealis Backpack is designed with comfort and functionality in mind. Its FlexVent suspension system ensures support and ventilation, making it ideal for active users who need a backpack for both work and outdoor activities. The backpack features a large main compartment, a padded laptop sleeve, and plenty of pockets for easy organization.

Best For: Active commuters or those who want a versatile backpack for work and weekend adventures.

Conclusion: Finding the Right Backpack in 2024

Choosing the best backpack for your needs in 2024 requires balancing functionality, style, and durability. Whether you’re jetting off on a trip, commuting to work, or simply looking for an everyday carry, the options in this guide offer something for every lifestyle.

For frequent travelers, the Nomatic Travel Pack and Osprey Farpoint 40 are top choices for their expandable compartments and travel-friendly features.

Office workers and commuters will appreciate the organization and comfort offered by the Timbuk2 Authority Laptop Backpack Deluxe or the Targus Cypress Hero.

For students or those seeking a more casual look, the Fjällräven Kånken and Herschel Little America offer style and practicality in equal measure.

Ultimately, the best backpack will depend on your specific needs, but with so many innovative and stylish options available in 2024, you’re sure to find the perfect fit for your lifestyle.

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