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mirahuyooo · 4 years ago

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Hello, Sunshine | jhs

Hello, Sunshine | Recordatio — Soulmate! AU

— Remembering is a crucial part for your pursuit of reaching out to your soulmate. Luckily, the modern world had LoveBook.

Word Count: 3,783 Content: pininG, technical diFfiCulties, Y/N is a softie goin down the memory lane, SiCKenINg fLuFF, soft hours OwO, Soulmate AU Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

[masterlist] | Part of the [Recordatio Series] ; bonus [Here Comes the Sun]!

A/N: This is a sTARk contrast to my first Hobi imagine AAAA but I hope y’all liked it!

Also, LoveBook! Get it? Cuz it's like FB but also a play on word of "logbook" bc it logs letters from one soulmate to another??? No? I'll see myself out.

LoveBook — In Service of True Lovers since 1894

You stared at the soft pink cursive letters looking back at you on the screen, eyes burning as your brain cells fizzed from all of the mental work you've been putting them through. Eventually, another sigh left the chapped lips you’ve been anxiously biting at for the past three hours or so.

Humanity has come so far from stone tools and hunting. These modern times have increased the chances of many matters, including the subject of soulmates. You were, in aspects of love, much fortunate than your ancestors—should be at least.

So, why does it feel like you had the luck of a cave woman? You were alone and none the wiser, in spite of the fact that you’re very much aware of a soulmate system existing. Fate forbid you might end up like most people of that time—either dying alone or entering a loveless union with someone else.

You shudder at the possibilities, the thought of which ignited determination in your heart. You weren’t going to end up like that—no, not when you were getting so much fragments of the past already.

The past month has been filled with endless flashbacks and heartache for you, triggered then by the trip you took to the countryside with your family. Every other night you would catch a glimpse of your past lives with a woman or man—depends on whatever fate you were born with.

About a week ago, you saw a memory about you and your soulmate discussing about keeping contact with each other in the next lives through letters. This brings your attention back to the glowing screen in the midst of the darkness of your bedroom. The cursor blinks, awaiting the right words to get past the home page of the damned website.

Come on, (Y/N). Think.

Beside you, the clock blared the digits ‘12:54 AM’. The repercussions of this little feat will very much affect your performance later at work, but you were so close. Rubbing your temples, you scoured the glimpses of the past lives that you’ve accumulated over the month.

It was a peaceful morning—from what you could tell. With the birds faintly singing in the background, you could hear joyful humming behind you. “I, for one, think that it would be a brilliant idea,” the words were followed by a chuckle that sent the butterflies in your belly in a frenzy. “It will surely make things easier for us in the future. We could organize the arrangements before we board the Titan—sunshine?”

You could just imagine the pout that seizes his lips as his voice fills your ears. “Is something wrong?”

Your own lips moved with a frown, as you busied yourself with the sunflowers in the vase. “I can’t help but wonder; what if one of us wouldn’t be able remember? Or both of us?” you had said, the thought of the next life already wearing your heart down. “We’ll never be able to find the letters then.”

Arms soon circled around your waist as lips pressed against your temple. “The letters will help, but we will always be able to find our way to one another, sunshine,” he tells you, “no matter the odds.”

“I know, I know,” you said turning to face him.

But that was where one scene ended, leaving you with just a peek of curly brown locks. You stared at LoveBook once more—your modern benefit amongst your ancestors if you could just remember the damn codes.

The company, from what you knew, started small in Europe with letters under pen names for soulmates to claim or deposit for safekeeping. One could have letters be stored for future incarnations to read, but the more letters in the pile, the more money is needed to pay to maintain them. You and your soulmate had hopped onto the LoveBook bandwagon somewhere the earlier half of the 20th century—a little after the 1910s from what you could tell with the fashion and the decors.

Nowadays, however, no one ever really writes letters anymore, thus, a modern solution was called for. The company launched into a digital platform in the early 21st century, transferring old letters into email types accessible by a passcode and codename.

Let’s see. You wondered to yourself. They seem to call me sunshine a lot throughout the different timelines. That has to mean something, right?

You leaned back against the pillow you propped on your chair. Closing your eyes, you kept the word sunshine focused in your mind. Warmth fills your heart like an embrace, and it felt like home.

“Sunshine,” the sweet voice that filled your ears was followed by a giggle of a child, “you brought us sunflowers?”

You watched as the wind swept some of her hair out of its styled bun. You brushed a piece of her hair back, easing her with a charming smirk of your own. The toddler in her arms chortled again. “Of course,” you say, cooing at little Hope, “it is our favorite after all.”

“You’re the one leaving,” she playfully huffs, eyes faltering at the reality sinking in. “We’re the ones who should’ve come with the parting gift.”

She takes the bouquet from your hands, taking a gentle whiff with a melancholic smile. While your daughter was in awe of the yellow petals, your soulmate’s eyes soon turned glossy as she stared into you. “Promise me you’ll write?” she nestles her head into your neck as you embraced her and Hope in your arms.

“I’ll be back before you know it, love,” you press a kiss against her and Hope’s forehead, as the ship blared from the distance. “I’ll win the war for you if I have to.”

Hope, as it seemed, caught onto what was about to happen. She stared back at you, lips quivering. “Sunshine flower,” she murmurs, pudgy little hands giving you a sunflower from the bunch.

“Sunshine flower,” you repeated, looking at them for one last time.

A gasp left your lips, as your body lurched forwards, bringing you back to reality. Flashes still appeared as you closed your eyes, bracing yourself against whatever surface you were on.

Your heart hammered against your chest, as you made sense of your surroundings. You hunched over the desk in front of your laptop, which was now dead due the time you’ve left it unattended. “Crap,” you cursed, eyes widening as your eyes caught sight of the digits on the clock.

3:14 AM

You couldn’t help the exhausted groan as you rubbed your sore neck, having been stuck in such an uncomfortable position for about two hours now. After a few moments, you moved the mouse again, sleepy eyes teary from a suppressed yawn.

Fingers hovering over the keys, you hoped for Fate to be kind to your drained ass. With your heart not settling down, you let out an exhale to ease yourself. “Sunshine and…” you mumble as the letters manifested onto the website. You pause for a moment as the cursor blinked, now waiting for a password. The chances were slim, but you opted for what the little girl had said. “Sunshineflower,” you typed the word and clicked to log in with a bated breath.

Tears began to sting your eyes once more, but this time, for a different reason altogether. The pink theme that’s been taunting you for days was now mostly conquered by white. A grin seized your face as you finally—finally—cracked the LoveBook conundrum. Just as you caught a glimpse of the list of dates, it was soon blocked by a pink box with cheerful greetings.

Welcome back, Sunshine!

Would you like to update your information?

[ ] Yes [ ] No [ ] Maybe Later

In your haste, you chose to be notified again later. You dove into the timeline of letters—the oldest of which dated as far back as 1912. Your heart dropped at the amount of letters that came from your soulmate’s side, greatly outnumbering the very few ones that came from yours. Some of them were written in different languages. It was, thankfully, translated to you by the internet—as best as it could, but it will do for now.

You spent hours, reading every single one of the letters that have piled in the records. Your heart broke at every single one. You had thought that opening your LoveBook account would ease your longing, but it’s only done you worse.

In most of the letters, the two of you seemed to have fallen under the same predicament—either the two of you never met or your love ended early by wars, arranged marriages, or death in general standing in the way.

The letters from the latest of your soulmate’s past life dated between 1979 and 1993. He was born the youngest son of a farmer and his housewife. He proudly tells you how he started writing letters at sixteen, optimistically sharing the story of how he fell into the river and triggered his memories. He almost drowned but he assured you that he was fine—his father hauled him out of the river in time.

Dearest Sunshine,

How are you doing? Were you born a girl or a boy this time? Don’t tell father, but I wouldn’t mind if you’re a boy—as long as it’s you. Do you remember me—us—though? It’s alright if you don’t. I know we’ll see each other soon enough!

I wasn’t born with the memories this time, but I got the flashbacks soon enough. I got my first trigger at the river earlier today, while playing with my cousins. Don’t worry, I’m fine. My father took me out of the water in time.

Remember our little house by the sea? I missed that. I missed the children, too, but I’m sure they grew to be wonderful young women. Again, I’m so sorry I didn’t reach home in time to see you all then.

But let’s not think about that! Write to me when you can, my love! I’ll be waiting for you to tell me your adventures!

I love you with all of my heart, and I will always long for the time I can have you in my arms again.

Yours Truly,

Your Sunflower

As the letters progress however, you notice the heart-breaking decline of his upbeat persona. Was it because your past life never wrote back? Was it because his family’s living got worse? Was it because he never had the chance to finish his education? All of the above, you supposed.

His later updates to you would be months apart, whereas before, he would write thrice a week. The sobs that left your lips were becoming harder to muffle. The walls were thin and your best friend just might come through your door in matter of minutes, complaining about being woken up.

Shakily, you dare to click the last letter. It was written around August 08, 1993.

Dearest Sunshine,

I know it’s been a while since I wrote to you. I do hope you understand. I’ve been barely scraping by, so it was getting harder and harder to send a letter over and pay for the yearly maintenance fee.

I’ve been doing well. I’ve seen darker days, and I know I can overcome whatever it is that will come my way. If I can’t, then at the very least there’ll be a fresh start awaiting me.

I’ve been thinking a lot about our lives together lately, specifically when we lived by the sunflower field. I remember when you and I would walk through the fields in the morning. I remember that our fondness for sunflowers almost always guarantees it to be the first words of our child—sunshine flower, actually.

Do you remember? All those years ago, I told you that you are the sunshine that lights up my world and that I will always be the sunflower who will long for you and need you. It makes me cringe remembering just how much of a sap I was, but to think of it, this gave both of our lives more meaning. It’s still true. I still am the sunflower who’ll wait for his sunshine.

I want you to know that I missed you just as fervently as I have all these years. There are days where this longing turns into anger, but I know it’s out of our hands. I just hope my next life will be kinder and have us both finally meet again.

Until then, sunshine. I love you so much.

Yours Truly,

Your Sunflower

In your haze of blurred tears and aching pains, your fingers venture to refresh the page, hoping for a new letter to miraculously appear. Alas, this was the last he ever sent to you. In spite of his mellifluous words, the void in your heart grows unbearable.

Tearing your eyes away from the screen, you bury your face into your hands. Fury built within your heart. What in the world was wrong with your past lives? Why didn’t they get an automatic remembering or any trigger to jump start the memories? Why were there barely any letters at all from your end? Had you really been that unfortunate?

Your soulmate had to spend all of his years waiting and waiting for something so helpless. Fate was such a tricky and cruel thing too. The last time the two of you had the chance to be together, things ended so tragically. Now, your memories awaken to see this much pain and longing written in between such sweet words.

To think that you didn’t even want to go to your family trip then. Your mother had forced you to come along, because of your lack of social skills—whatever that means. If it hadn’t been for your disgruntled self at the back of the car, sulking and mistakenly staring into a field of sunflowers, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself a trigger.

Pulling your shambled self together, you turn back to the website page. On the left side of the screen were some options, including the bigger pink box with the letters ‘Compose’ on it. You instantly click it, wasting no time to pour your sorrows onto the page.

Dearest Sunflower,

It’s been a little over the century since we both decided to join this feat to leave letters for one another. We had joined, hoping to look back at these letters for nostalgic reminiscing and laughs, but all you’ve ever gotten was heartbreak.

First and foremost, I want to say sorry—for everything.

I know you’d say that the hands of fate are out of our control, but I still can’t help but feel so guilty and hurt over all of this. I’m so angry at myself for not remembering anything in most of the years in between. I’m so frustrated that I wasn’t there to be with you through thick and thin, just as we’d always promised.

I don’t know if you remember us this time around, or if you’ve yet to get a trigger. About a month ago, I got my first trigger, looking at the sunflowers we know and love. I’ve been broken ever since—longing for you to finally be with me.

You say you’re a sunflower who needs the sunshine, but this sunshine is waiting for my sunflower to come back and look at me with all of the warmth and love we’ve known all of those years ago.

That was cringey. You’re not the only sap around here. Actually, I’m not sure if you’ll like the hot mess that I am this time. I’m an emotional mess right now, surrounded by tissue with my dark circles and red eyes at the crack of dawn. But you get my point.

I love you, and I always will. I hope fate will be kind to us this time around. If you don’t have your memories, please remember us soon! I’ll be waiting for you.

Yours Truly,

Your Sunshine

Finishing your puddle of emotions into word vomit, you recklessly click send around 5:19 AM. Granted, you could’ve been more deep and romantic with your choice of words, but your brain isn’t capable as of the moment—it’s too busy drowning in your tears with your heart.

With a sigh, you stood from your chair to give yourself a breather from the onions that was your laptop. Sneaking out of your room, you made your way through the apartment—as best as you could with the dim light of dawn.

The kitchen shall be your safe haven for the moment. Though the bright light coming from the fridge takes you aback as you open it might not exactly offer a soothing atmosphere, you will endure to prepare yourself. A long day ahead awaits you and with the assistance of your daily caffeine fix, you just might pull through the emotional wreckage.

As you wait for the coffee, you head back to your room to try and start on with your routine—since you’ll hardly fall asleep after this. You stare at the mirror hanging on the wall above your desk, leaning over to check yourself. A mess, as you had predicted—puffy red eyes, dark circles, chapped lips and whatnot.

Pull yourself together, (Y/N)! Make your soulmate proud!

You rub at your eyes, wiping away your tears as you ignored the chances that your soulmate might not actually get to meet you again—all to keep yourself sane from all of this. Pacing in front of your desk, you closed your eyes assure yourself. “Have faith,” you tell yourself, in spite of your lack of faith in humanity in general. “You will meet again.”

Suddenly, your laptop comes to life next to you. As the living daylights were scared from your mortal shell, you gaped at the screen, eyes wide and heart beating wildly. It can’t be. Did the laptop just—

The sound rings through your room once more and you caught a notification appear on the screen. The bold letters appear on your “Oh shit,” the curse fly past your lips, as you gaped. A message—your soulmate is just sent you a new message.

Your eyes burned from just how much you stared at the screen, unblinking. Eventually, you collect yourself and sat down in your chair, consciously running your one hand through your hair to sort out the stubborn knots as the other fearfully clicks to open the message.

Dearest Sunshine!

You have no idea just how much I've been waiting for this! I've been waiting for years to hear back from you. I know I haven't written any letter yet from this life time, but please, please, please. Let's not waste anymore time! Would it be alright to call you? Exchange contacts?

I want to do more than just type words. I want to see you, to talk to you, and to cherish you. I have a lot I want to talk to you about

It'll be fine if you don't want to move too fast, but I think it'd be great!

Yours Truly,

Your Sunflower

Feelings blossomed in your heart, something that didn’t bother you that much. This is your soulmate after all. The words still send the excitement in your veins pulsating as you re-read the whole thing. He wants my number? Oh shit.

Your whole being felt giddy as you went on to type out your socials and number. Now, you weren’t really the type of person to hand everything immediately, but again, this is your soulmate after all. For someone who calls you sunshine, your soulmate sure gives you the warmth of the sun. Perhaps the two of you should consider some rebranding?

Moments later, your phone lights up from a call, just as you were about to chew your finger off in anticipation. A squeak escapes as you instantly press call. “Uhm... Uh…” you stammer, voice as shaky with nerves as you do in school presentations. “Hello?”

There was some noise but eventually the other end pulls through. “Hello, sunshine,” he chuckles lightly in some ounce of nervousness. His voice aaAAA—

“I know it is a bit sudden but I’m thankful you called m—”

The call, however, didn’t last past the greetings, because someone else—a friend, you supposed—came in.

“Hobi-hyung, we have to go.”

You jump at the other voice that cuts in, especially when your soulmate let out a yelp of his own. You hear his friend chuckle. “A-alright,” ‘Hobi’ soon coughs, recovering from his reaction. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

The sound of shuffling ensues, which you assume is him going around his room to get ready. The disappointment of having the reunion cut short lingers and seizes the both of you. “Sunshine?” he softly calls out to you. “I’m so sorry. I—”

For his sake, you responded optimistically. “It’s okay,” you assure him, “I have errands of my own, and I wouldn’t want to keep you from yours. We can talk again later, hm?”

“Alright,” he sighs, “’I’ll see you later, sunshine.”

You bite your lip as the ‘l’ word dangles from the tip of your tongue. Alas, the both of you seemed too shy to say it.

“See you then.”

Before you knew it, you were in your bed, wrapped securely in a cocoon of blankets as some armor to prepare you to the feat that is socializing with your soulmate. Surely, this one is for the books.

The clock tells you 5:27 PM—hours since the great heart shattering and the great exchange with your soulmate. You have yet to know anything much about him, other than the fact that he is of the male populace and his voice alone took you to paradise when he took a quick call earlier this morning.

His friend called him Hobi.

You catch yourself grinning idiotically at the thought, making you even more flustered. To make matters worse, the video call you’ve been waiting for hours now has finally come. You bury half of your face into your pillow as you press accept.

Once the call connects, your soulmate is revealed before you as a young man with soft brown locks and warm brown eyes. A smile instantly makes it to his face as he sees you, eyes turning into crescents and lips resembling a heart.

You, on the other hand, were absolutely besotted. In all honesty, you hadn’t realized that you started crying, until your vision blurred.

“Hello, sunshine,” he tenderly greets. His softening gaze held years of longing and adoration for you. “It’s been a long time, huh?”

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twdmusicboxmystery · 7 years ago

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Dissecting the S8 Trailer

Okay. I promised I’d get this posted tonight and here it is! (Now I gotta go to bed bc I have an early morning.)

Let's talk about this damn trailer because it was amazing! First off, thanks to all the members of my FB group. They know who they are. They helped hash out many of these insights.

***Also, I do mention minor spoilers in here. Just FYI.***

The Coda

I ought to talk about things in the right order. But yeah, really not going to. Let's dive right into the coda. It's what I was most looking for and it did not disappoint.

You all know what I mean by the coda, right? It's that extra little bit that comes after they give the premiere date. At that point, the commercial seems to be over, but no! There's more.

Beth was the coda of the S5 trailer. It showed her getting beaten by Dawn at Grady. They usually go for something shocking and/or mysterious. I don't think there's any way in hell that Beth was the coda of the S5 trailer, and then the episode where she was shot was called "coda." In S6, the coda was Daryl in the woods meeting Dwight and Sherry in 6x06. And we all know that episode had a crap-ton of Beth symbolism. For S7, it was Tara at Oceanside, and of course there's that pesky 7:30-clock in Slabtown. So basically the codas have been about Beth in some way for the past three seasons. Keep that in mind.

This coda showed Rick waking up in a hospital as an old man. We see a cane and we see flowers, and Rick looks very old. I 100% believe this has everything to do with Beth's return. Let's go over a few things here:

Lots of people saying this mirrors the comic books. That it's what Rick will look like after All Out War. I'm not saying they're wrong. At the very least this is probably a foreshadow of that. But guys, keep in mind that the trailers generally take all of their scenes from the first 3-4 episodes of the season. There's absolutely no way they'll get through all of All Out War and a 2 year time jump in the first four episodes. It's ludicrous to think that. Besides, the lighting here is VERY reminiscent of the picnic scene in 7x01, and that wasn't a literal event either. It was Rick's bittersweet dream. I think this will be something similar. But again, that doesn’t mean it's not a foreshadow of something down the line.

That's what it's not. Let's talk about what it is. TD has spent 2+ years showing all the parallels between Beth and Rick. We've shown them, talked about them, over-analyzed them. Of all things, why would they pick the image of Rick waking up alone in the hospital? Probably to symbolize something else. Look at these flowers. (I don't mean that in a Carol way. ;D) In S1, his flowers are dead.

That was most likely to symbolize that the world died while Rick slept. Now the dead are walking.

In this little coda, the flowers are alive.

Someone is waking up alive in a hospital, and I don't think it will literally be Rick. It will be someone else. (Hmm. I wonder who! ;D) Besides as I said above, all the codas have related to Beth in some way. I think this is the same. It got me SO excited.

We also discussed in my FB group how the music sounds a LOT like the music that was played at the end of Coda. Not over the scene where Daryl carries Beth out, but just after that with Morgan. I haven't done a detailed comparison, but some who did say it's probably not the EXACT same music. There are some differences. But it's VERY similar. This kind of music is usually reserved in the show for big revelations. And the piano music is almost associated with Beth (because, you know, she played the piano). All of that is super significant.

The Trailer Overall

Remember that trailers in the past have proved very deceptive. Often they portray the opposite of what's actually happening in the season. (Looking at YOU, S4 and S5 trailers!) So keep in mind that whatever they're trying to make us believe (time jumps, etc.) is probably the opposite of what will actually happen.

The other thing I loved about the trailer (which has no bearing at all on the story, tbh) is how much action there is. This is EXTREMELY good for TD, guys. Go watch it again. Look at all those explosions, car chases, fighting, bullets flying. The spoiler site hasn't gotten ANY of this, and majority of it had to have been filmed over the past two months. This is what we've been saying all along. They have the ability to hide stuff when they want to.

The music over the main part of the commercial (not the coda) sounds a lot like Irish punk rock. That may or may not be significant, but we've had lots of Irish references before. (Patty Reilly, Tullamore Dew, etc.) Remember that in S2, Hershel told Glenn all about how his people were from Ireland. It's part of the Greene family legacy.

The spoiler site has several "main" locations they look at, and they're very good at getting shots of those sites. But all the show has to do is take the actors out to some remote site in the woods WITHOUT bringing them to base camp first and no one would ever be the wiser. Let's face it: Beth's first scene when she returns won't be her walking onto the middle of the Alexandria set and being like, "What's up guys?" It will probably be out in the woods somewhere. So no, just because we haven't (and they haven't) seen her filming doesn't mean diddly squat. And let's not forget Norman's tweet about Princess Pants.

Rick's Imprisonment

Everyone's talking about who's eye this is:

If I had to guess, I'd say Rick's. Why? Because of this shot.

Pretty sure this is Rick and he seems to be in a box car of some kind. It looks a whole lot like Terminus, actually, and remember in 5x16, Rick talked about having nightmares that he was still in the box car. So, especially as his clothes seem to have disappeared, it almost seems like a weird cross between Terminus and Daryl's imprisonment.

I could be wrong about the eye, of course. No way to tell for sure. Just seems to me that these two scenes are related somehow.

I will also say that a situation like this might be a good time to do dream sequences, which is where the coda may come in. And while they're at it, they might as well include some flashbacks to the 17 missing days after Grady. ;D

Pretty sure this is Rick, too.

Oceanside:

There's been a lot of talk of Oceanside not being in the trailer. Even if it weren't, that would be interesting to me because they're definitely not focusing on Oceanside. (Again, the trailer tries to misdirect us.) But I think there's a good chance this could be a shot of Oceanside.

Can't tell for sure, but it looks like it to me.

Also, there's this guy.

From what I understand, this is Siddiq. New character from the comic book. And here's where this gets interesting. This guy is a minor character, even in the CBs, but his ties are to Oceanside. And what's weirder, there's a part in the commercial where it shows faces REALLY fast.

Here's the sequence: Tara, Morgan, Carol, Daryl, Rosita, Rick, Maggie, Michonne, Gregory, Aaron, Morgan, Carl, Tamiel, Jerry, Siddiq, Rosita, Enid, Jesus.

Notice all the rest are characters we know and love and who are going to be part of AOW. Why would they throw in a minor character that the audience hasn't even been introduced to yet? That's kind of weird.

I think it shows that Oceanside will definitely be a part of this season, but they're being very careful to be subtle about showing it.

Hospital Theme:

We see Carol and Tara sitting here. Tara is wearing her funky sunglasses (Beth's blindness) and there's a flower on the wall next to Carol.

I doubt the flower will be part of the scene. It's background decoration/symbols. We've seen similar ones, though. Both in the chalk mural at the prison (x) and in the drawings at Eastman's cabin. But we see more of this scene here and I'm noticing something interesting.

This looks a lot like it could be a hospital they're sitting on the roof of. Okay, I know you can't tell what kind of a building it is, but I guess what I mean is it reminds me of TF being on the roof in Coda when Rick went to approach the Grady officers about the prisoner exchange. It looks like it could be the same set. I almost wonder if in some way this could represent Carol and Beth (Tara as her proxy) at Grady. Just a random thought.

It also looks a lot like season 1 when Rick and everyone is on the roof of the building there.

Okay, so I looked through comments on various platforms (most of which are NOT TDers) and everyone is talking about a hospital theme. It's kind of funny because that wasn't actually my first thought. (Not that I'm complaining if they're going for the hospital theme, because that would mirror Grady.) If you look at this room, it's not a hospital.

It's actually a chemistry lab. And the Saviors or whoever could definitely be used as a hospital, but that wouldn't have been it's original function.

The camera pans over to this hallway, and someone's head shows up from around the corner. Pretty sure it's Carol's.

Well, the walls are ALL kinds of green. But I think this is part of this building: And this building looks EXACTLY like the Savior outpost TF invaded in S6. (The satellite station.)

I don't know if it's the same place or another outpost with the exact same layout, but I'd say TF is invading outposts for the war, which is awesome, if you ask me. ;D

New TF Operation?

So at the beginning, we see a lot of the characters sitting around waiting for something. And this scene especially reminds me of Operation Lead the Walkers Away.

They're obviously putting some big plan into motion, though it's hard to tell exactly what they're doing or why. (Yet another reason I think most of this is probably from episode 1 or 2.)

Later there's this.

I can't tell if this is TF, but I assume it is. Once again, they're trying to manipulate a walker horde for some reason. The fence here also looks a LOT like the promo posters for S4, which symbolized the downfall of the prison.

Sunrise:

One of the first things I noticed is the sunrise before Rick in this shot. (I was originally going to post a different thing tomorrow that talks about sunrises, but naturally I have to dissect the trailer, so that post will come later. Not sure when. But the sunrises usually start new arcs and phases in the show. They're super important. And remember that the music box started playing again with the sunrise.)

Carzekiel

Not much to say about this except that it still seems to be going strong, which makes me happy. We also do see Benjamin's little brother hanging around Carol a bit, which might prove my theory that he will be the next kid in Carol's arc. (Let's hope he doesn't die.)

Other Random Shots

No idea what's up with Negan and Gabriel, but the walkers against the window look a lot like Grady and Andrea and even Tara in 6x08. We've seen this theme before. Quite a lot, actually.

Carl looks hard at a blond walker in a car.

If you look close, this walker has a forehead wound where Beth's was. And I can't help but wonder if this is from episode 1, where Carl and Rick were seen filming at a gas station. (We do see them making little gas bombs for Daryl to shoot, so that may be what Rick and Carl are doing at the gas station in ep 1. Which would be yet another mirror-and-yet-opposite to episode 1x01. In that episode, when Rick arrives at the gas station, all the pumps are dry. I'll do a more detailed post on this later.)

I'm curious as to why the crowds are parting for Ezekiel here. Later with Jerry we see him with a bloody face, so that could be why.

Dwight reads a note, but what's interesting about this shot is that it's shown through the spokes of a bike tire. No way that's his motorcycle. The wheels are too skinny.

Morgan definitely seems to be freaking out. He attacks Jesus more than once in the trailer, but it's hard to tell if they're just practicing together or if Morgan's gone back to his PTSD state. He certainly wasn't doing well last season after Benjamin's death.

Someone watches Aaron through binoculars. No way to tell who it is yet, but if it's Boots again, that's the Scavengers. As far as I can remember, the only time we've ever seen the shape of binoculars around the camera this way was from Boots in S7 and when Daryl and Aaron watched Red Poncho Guy in 5b.

Someone's tied up. Notice they give us no clues about what this is about in the trailer. Using wood to escape is a callback to Rick doing that at Terminus. Also notice the blue plaid. Just saying.

No idea what's going on here, but it reminds me of the balloon Enid and Carl found in S6, as well as the random guy/walker Spencer found with a map to supplies just before he died. Honestly don't know what that's about.

They show Gavin here. Obviously the douche-baggery is still strong with this one. But it's odd for them to focus on such a minor character. It's understandable why Jadis and Negan would have some focus, but Gavin? On the other hand, his name is Gavin. And Trevitt at Grady was named Gavin. I mean, there must be around a million names in the known world that the writers could use. Do we really think they're recycling names (and focusing on random, minor characters in the trailer) for no reason?

This scene reminded me a whole lot of Rick's escape from the Claimer house in 4b. The stance is almost identical, and that was a very Grady-like foreshadowing. The shelf they obliterate is full of boxes of matches, btw.

There's a Virgin Mary statue here, which we've seen before.

Behind Carol here we see big cargo boxes in cages, many of which are blue. Seems like an imprisonment theme to me.

I can't help but read into Maggie mentioning the farm. We can't tell who she's talking to there, but it must be someone who knows about the farm, and it doesn't get mentioned very often, does it. ;D

An example of how muddled things get in the trailer. There's a part where Aaron has a line and I listened like five times, trying to understand what he says. I think what we hear is, "We pin them in/it takes care of itself. That's the plan." Pretty sure they're running two sentences together there, and he probably doesn’t say anything remotely like that at that part. They've done this before where they change dialogue in the trailer from what it actually is in the episode. That's why you can't trust it.

And of course I'm still in love with Jerry:

I think that's all I have for now. I'll probably watch it a billion more times and may come up with more.

We didn't see Beth of course (which I really didn't think we would). We didn't see Grady either, and I thought that was way more likely. (Bummer)

Just don't forget that all the clocks in Slabtown except one (the 7:30 one) pointed to a time somewhere between 8:00 and 8:05. Can't wait to see what S8 brings us!

How did everyone else like the trailer?

#td #beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance

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4 Pro-Tips To Be The Best VCSO Mom You Can Be (You’re Welcome!)

If you have a teenage girl, you’ve probably heard it a thousand times, but you can’t figure out the sounds coming out of their mouths …

What. Are. They. Saying???

Then they say it again “… and I oop sksksksk.” Followed by giggling and something about being a … vis-co girl?? What the hell are they even talking about? So you ask. BIG MISTAKE.

You are now met with eye-rolling and sighing and then a loudly whispered “She doesn’t even know what that is?!” to her friend…and more giggling.

If you’re raising a teen or tween girl, welcome. You are completely uncool and unable to understand anything going on in the life of a teenager. Just like our parents never understood “Cool Beans” you will never understand “… and I oop sksksksk”

But I am here to try and help. First of all, it’s VSCO (pronounced vis-co) and refers to the VSCO Photo App that has become increasingly popular for creating a filtered aesthetic specific to each user. The user can create their own custom filter to apply to their photos, giving them their very own VSCO style. They can then share their VSCO link on their Instagram bio … and basically filter life. VSCO Girl refers to girls that embody this filtered, aesthetic VSCO vibe.

Aren’t you glad you asked?

According to the Urban Dictionary, a VSCO Girl is the Tumblr girl of today. A girl that wears oversized shirts, Nike shorts, Crocs, Birkenstocks and Vans, wears puka shell necklaces, messy buns, and always has an extra scrunchie on her wrist (hello, wasn’t that most of us in the ’90s?!). They have Fjallraven Kanken backpacks and LOOOOVVVEEE Jeeps. They quench their thirst with their Redbubble sticker-covered Hydroflasks, have their AirPods at the ready and love saving the sea turtles. Oh, they also shame us when we dare to use plastic straws.

If you’re nodding your head as you read this and experiencing a slight ‘90s flashback … you might have a VSCO Girl.

In other words: they are basic teenage girls.

With all these “basic” girls being called VSCO Girls it stands to reason we would also have a bunch of “basic” moms out there as well, right? So let’s call them: VSCO Moms.

If you’re starting to feel a little nervous that you fit into this VSCO Mom thing and you have no idea how to live up to your role, this next part is for you!

Pro tips for being the best damn VSCO Mom you can be:

VSCO Mom Pro-Tip #1:

While a VSCO Girl envisions her first car being a Jeep and driving in the sunshine with the top off and the breeze blowing through her hair, a VSCO Mom doesn’t drive a Jeep. We have too many kids, kids’ friends, sports, and activities that revolve around driving our kids back and forth across town … over and over again. We are too damn concerned with gas mileage and having seats for all these kids to drive a Jeep.

So what do we drive?

A Minivan.

More specifically, the Honda Odyssey EX-L. This particular minivan and trim delivers leather, heated seats, sliding doors, and the piece de resistance: a moonroof. Oh yes, if we’re driving a minivan it had better be a kickass minivan with a moonroof—and a hella good sound system!

(Maybe you just breathed a sigh of relief; you don’t drive a minivan, whew! You drive a SUV… with a THIRD ROW! Amiright? Then yes, you are one of us. Trying to hide with your cool SUV… well, you can’t. I see you over there, because once you have that third-row, all coolness is gone. You’re basically driving a minivan, you just have less cargo room when that third row is up and lower MPGs. You are still in this my friend … so keep reading!)

Rest assured, we don’t see ourselves as minivan (or SUV with a third-row) moms. Deep down, we see ourselves as Jeep moms! We’re just stuck in a minivan shell. We are way too cool for a minivan, and yet…

If you’re driving a minivan (or an SUV with a third-row) but you don’t “look” like a minivan mom … you might be a VSCO Mom.

VSCO Mom Pro-Tip #2:

Let’s talk about the look of a VSCO Mom. Yes, there’s a look. We don’t want to be the mom that’s dumpy and frumpy, we want to look hip and cool! But not like we’re trying to be hip and cool. Sometimes we pull it off…and sometimes we don’t. But you can probably relate to what a VSCO mom looks like—or at least tries to look like.

Photo by Rosalind Chang on Unsplash

– Messy buns that take waaayyy too long and are anything but “effortless.”

– We may possibly—maybe sometimes—wear a scrunchie on our wrist… just maybe…you know, for emergencies.

– Dry shampoo is our best friend. ‘Nuff said.

– Our daughters are teaching us how to apply makeup, and we can’t figure out why a hunk of foam calling itself a beauty blender for $20 bucks does any better than our fingers. Doesn’t it just soak up the makeup instead?

– Ripped jeans—OK, ripped jeans are just cool, no matter your age.

– Fake Birks. Because our kids have the real ones and we can’t justify spending $120 on a pair of sandals for ourselves.

– Oversized t-shirts—to hide our imperfect parts, not because oversized shirts are cool.

– Necklaces with our kid’s initials or birthstones. We’ve moved up from the puka shell chokers of our youth, and birthstone “mom” rings are soooo 2000s!

– A Coach purse we bought five years ago from the outlet stores. We don’t get a new one because we have spent all our money on the Fjallraven Kanken backpacks for our kids… yeah, try pronouncing that correctly! Ha!

– Converse or Vans. Hell, they were the shoes we wore when we were kids … you know, back when they weren’t cool, they were just what we got. Now we’re spending $60 a pair for uncomfortable, unsupportive shoes. So, nostalgia for the win, because you’re not wearing them for comfort!

– You carry a Hydroflask of water with you everywhere you go, covered in stickers from coffee stands and breweries. Because, well, hydration is important, stickers are cool, and we drink coffee and appreciate a good craft brew!

If you can relate to two or more of the above items … you might be a VSCO Mom.

VSCO Mom Pro-Tip #3:

Essential oils. Yes, we have taken a tiny sliver of ancient Ayurvedic medicine and made it the go-to in the basic-mom arsenal of medicine to cure whatever ails you.

If you’ve got an ailment, there’s an oil for that!

Headache? Peppermint

Cold or Flu? OnGuard or Thieves® (depending on your EO Brand of choice, of course!)

Don’t like plain water? Lemon, Lime or Grapefruit

Cut or scrape? Tea Tree oil

Tummy Ache? Peppermint

Can’t Sleep? Lavender

Anxiety? Lavender

Stress? Lavender

Trouble Focusing? Lavender

See a pattern here? Yes, lavender cures everything!

We have diffusers in our living room, kitchen and each of our bedrooms to spread essential oil goodness into every corner of our loving and peaceful home.

We just want to spread peace, serenity, and harmony to our loved ones. And when cold and flu season strikes, we will be boosting immunities—one little drop at a time!

Does it work? I’m not sure, but if it makes you feel better to spread your love of basic-mom-hippie-oils throughout your happy home … you might be a VSCO Mom.

VSCO Mom Pro-Tip #4:

Ahhhh … suburban life at its finest. VSCO moms live in nice suburban neighborhoods. You know, the ones that half the town comes to for Halloween because all the houses decorate, and some even give out full-sized candy!

Photo by Wynand van Poortvliet on Unsplash

These are the neighborhoods that always have a plethora of kids out riding their bikes, people jogging or walking their dogs and a neighborhood Facebook page to post about the rude ass person that let their dog shit in someone’s front yard and didn’t pick it up…

Karen Jackson posted to >>> Summer Park Neighborhood Group:

“Who has cameras on the corner of Wildwood and Cascade Park Dr? If so, we need to see who didn’t pick up after their dog between 4:07-4:43 pm on Friday… grrrrr If you can post a link of the video in the comments so we all know who to publicly shame, that would be great! Thanks!”

Yes. We live in THAT type of neighborhood.

We also have kids that congregate on the corners waiting for the bus.

Dogs that bark incessantly when you walk past their house.

A trampoline in every yard (perfect for sleepovers!)

Nicely manicured lawns (except that one house—yeah, you know the one—unless you don’t, in which case it’s probably you … and then you’re definitely not a VSCO Mom!)

If this sounds like your neighborhood or you’ve ever posted on the neighborhood FB page about dog shit in your yard, you might be a VSCO Mom.

Is this your life? (You’re nodding, I know you’re nodding!) Maybe it is, or maybe you’re wondering who the hell these people are!

Either way, you now know if you’re a VSCO Mom … or if you’re not. And now that you know, please take your newfound title of VSCO Mom and use it to its full potential:

Proudly tell your VSCO Girl—and her friends—that you’re a VSCO Mom!

*Watch them cringe*

Be prepared for your daughter to say “Eww … mom. NEVER, EVER say that again. I will literally die if you say it again!” To which I would reply, in my sweetest voice possible, “Yes honey, we’ll all die … someday.”

This will be followed by much eye-rolling and strange groaning sounds of embarrassment and another “Mommmmmm!”

And if you really want to live up to your VSCO Mom status and elicit the best reaction ever—just practice saying “…and I oop, sksksksk” a few times in front of your kids (bonus points if their friends are there too!) Your daughter, while dying of embarrassment, will tell you “Mom, you’re soooo cringy … that is literally the grossest thing you can say … and you can’t even say it right!” Again, followed by more eye-rolling.

You’ll swear you’re saying it right … but we all know the truth; you aren’t and you can’t.

Why? Because you’re not a VSCO Girl. You’re just a VSCO Mom.

So now is the time to own it, my friend. We’re all in this together!

… Oh hey, can I borrow that scrunchie?

P.S. No VSCO Girls were harmed in the writing of this article, however, one was “totally ready to die” and may never quite be the same.

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