i just want to sit in front of the ocean for a little while

Okay okay. Everyone is gushing over the shippy content or complaining about the skating content inaccuracies.

But honestly this show was so much more about mental health and bipolar disorder in particular than anything else, in my opinion.

I cannot say if it was an accurate representation but I have never watched a show that had such a big focus on the disorder itself (and on other psychological problems).

It's not about "Spinning Out" on the skating rink. It's about "Spinning Out" of control in your own life. Loosing the reins that let you keep your life on the track you have chosen for yourself.

So honestly, if you wanna watch a show that portraits mental health disorders go watch Spinning Out. It's good.

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Wow, I haven’t posted one of these in a very long time.

johnny really is perfect boyfriend material :(

Damn,, this is it 😳🤕💘

Only God knows how much I live him :( it’s immeasurable

simon says is THAT song. it’s unconventional, a risk, but a good risk because it is of such high quality, unique, deviated from the normal, mainstream kpop. THAT is what we want. no one can say kpop doesn’t explore other genres when NCT is out there, putting out music that maybe even the western side of the music industry has yet to hear.

THIS is quality; THIS is NCT

I cry

me at this point of the year, reacting to any bad news

𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔 𝙎𝙀𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊𝙊

oop I love you

last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again

nothing to lose. :))

Why not? :)

*crossing fingers*

pretty much^^^^

i got nothing to lose. (:

Last time i did this my wish came true.

Jesus Christ if my wish comes true I will piss

im fucking crying of joy at the /thought/ of my wish coming true…

it came true last time…so why not

<3

hoping and praying…

Why not.

lets see.

my wish came true……………..this is creepy

Why not lol

Let’s see if it works 🥀➰

I doubt it will work but anyhow

I will always reblog this as long as I have hope

📚 🍵

♥

Here’s hoping…

🐽

Praying for this to work💫

let’s see~

🖤 please

johnny’s resting bitch face jumped out! ✨
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Last Morning

Prompt: no prompt i just felt like writing this

Johnny Seo // NCT

A.N. // this was supposed to be a cooking with johnny thing but i made it worse

Originally posted by pawjohnny

Bolting up at the sound of the alarm, Johnny nearly fell out of the bed trying to turn it off in order to not wake you up. His plans of cooking for you before he had to leave for tour weren’t going to be ruined first thing by the alarm. He stretched his long arms out, groaned, and as quietly as a mouse, got out of the bed.

He made his way to the kitchen and went over the meal plan in his mind.

Waffles and strawberries. Toast with peanut butter and bananas. And of course, coffee just the way you like it. It didn’t seem like much for him, but you were never a breakfast person anyway.

Johnny leaned over the stove, listening to the sizzling of the batter in the waffle maker and waiting for the toast to pop up all while thinking about how he was going to say goodbye to you without crying.

He didn’t cry often. Like you, it took something huge to make him cry. Not even movies like “Marley and Me” or “Train to Busan” could tear him up. But leaving you? That did him in, each and every time.

He tried to distract himself by cutting up the bananas and strawberries into perfectly symmetric shapes. It worked for a while, but then he ran out of things to do until the waffles and toast was finished.

That’s when he heard little feet padding down the hallway, and a sleepy voice.

“Johnny? Where are you?”

He smiled to himself. Every time he saw you his heart skipped and his limbs got tingly, almost like he was falling in love all over again.

“I’m in the kitchen, babe.”

You rounded the corner, hands tucked into your sweatshirt and good pulled up around your face. He swung one arm out for you to curl into and he pulled you close, leaning back against the counter.

His head rest on your shoulder as his arms encircled you. You both didn’t want to talk about it, so you left what needed to be said unsaid and relished in what would soon be missing. The hardest part of being with someone like Johnny was having to see him off.

The alarm for the waffles beeped, and you moved yourself away from Johnny to take them out and put them on a plate.

“Hey, stop it. This is for you, weirdo…” he said sarcastically, trying to pry you away from the stove.

You whined and resorted to deadweighting in his grasp. You fell slowly to the floor, an empty plate in your hand while Johnny griped at you about how “you always do this” and that he “can never get a break”. But he left you on the floor, continuing to work on his breakfast for you.

It wasn’t until he was completely finished sprinkling the powder onto the waffles that you got up and took a seat in your chair. He set the table for you, brought you your favorite syrup and your coffee, perfectly made. He really was everything you’ve ever wanted.

He sat down next to you and finally said good morning, since you seemed fully awake now.

“When are you leaving…” you asked him, looking down at your waffles and not at him.

He dreaded that. He dreaded this moment with all of his being. He shifted in his chair and put his chin in his hands, picking at his toast and banana slices.

“In an hour or so. I’m packed and I have to meet the members at the airport by 10.” He stuffed a banana in his mouth, waiting for you to say or do something signaling you understood him.

But you did nothing except sip at your coffee. He looked at you with a smile on his face, hoping you’d return it.

Johnny grabbed your hand, running his thumb over the back of your hand and softly said, “I’ll be back before you know it. We’ve done this before and we’re okay. You know I love you and I’ll always come back to you.”

You sighed, feeling uneasy for some reason. But that always happened before he left for long period of time.

“That doesn’t make it any easier when you have to go.”

He gave a slight huff, not quite a laugh yet.

“I thought last night would have been enough to last you for the next two months…your screams seemed to agree, too,” he said with a smirk while wiggling his eyebrows.

You choked on your coffee a bit and let go of his hand. You looked at him, faking annoyance and said bluntly, “You’re truly disgusting, Johnny. And embarrassing, don’t ever wiggle your eyebrows like that again.”

This time he did laugh, and it was real and pure. Your face lit up at the sight of his doing the same. God, how you’d miss that laugh.

Time passed, you finished your breakfast and walked with Johnny out to the car waiting for him. He set his bags inside, and told the driver to wait just a few more moments.

He turned to face you, arms crossed and face scrunched up to stop yourself from crying. You hated crying in front of anyone, but especially Johnny. You didn’t want him to feel guilty for having to do his job.

He enveloped you in his arms and set his head on yours, closing his eyes and being somewhat thankful you lived in a part of town that wasn’t too busy. A fan seeing the two of you right now wouldn’t be too good.

He stood there with you like that for just a bit longer, but you were the first to let go.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble again. I know you’ll have fun, and say hi to your mom for me when you see her.”

“I will, and next time I’m bringing you with me so you can meet her. She loves you already, you know,” he said with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

You pushed him towards the car, giving him one last “I love you” and shut the door for him. You didn’t want him to see you sad.

As the car drove away, you let the tears fall. It never got easy. You knew that he would come back safe and you knew you would see him again. But you loved him too much to see him go.

And he loved you too, never stopping to think about anything else but you.