#Lover Reunited

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Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo | S01E03

Korean Drama - 2024, 8 episodes

Native Title: #태권도의 저주를 풀어줘

Genres: #LGBTQ+

Tags: #Lover Reunited | #First Love  | #Time Skip

Cast: #Kim Nu Rim | #Lee Seon | #Jang Yeon Woo

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[orcamorca]

I have been sitting on this picture for MONTHS! Really proud of how it turned out.

My DnD Character and his fiance finally reunited last session. Been waiting to drop this in the group chat when it happened. Or one of them died....

[bakedbeanchan]

Sokka and Yue reuniting in the spirit world

[the-bat-bros]

Share a moment in comic history that emotionally DESTROYED you. I’ll go first.

“Hey it’s me, Jaybird.” 😭

He’s so real for this

Also the fact that he HELD ONTO ROY’S HAT

[deathberi]

FATEFUL ENCOUNTER with a Flower Peddler [Aerith's version]

[ayawriteshsr]

Hi! It's okay if I ask you for Jing Yuan x fem reader, friends to lovers? Like they knew each other from their teen years and their love started to develop when Jing Yuan became a general. But after that the reader had to go to fulfill a mission and she disappeared? How will he react? Maybe he will overwork himself or something like that?

A couple of years after all situations with his friends and master, he gets information that the reader is still alive and they already arrived on Luofu, still loving him.

Have nice day/ night^^

Pairing: Jing Yuan x Fem!Reader Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Fluff Warnings: Mentions of loss, mission-based separation, and emotional turmoil

The storm was always there.

It wasn’t just the storm in the sky—the flashes of lightning that struck the distant horizon or the rumbles of thunder that shook the earth. No, the storm that Jing Yuan felt was something far deeper. It was the quiet ache that settled beneath his ribs, an emptiness he could never escape, not even as the winds howled through the Luofu and the rain battered the palace windows.

He had known her since their youth. Her laughter had always been a light in the darkness, a contrast to his quiet intensity. She had been the one person who understood him without a word, the one person who made everything feel easy when the world around them was anything but.

When they were teenagers, the bond between them had been as natural as breathing. They had shared everything: their dreams, their fears, their hopes for the future. Jing Yuan had never questioned their friendship, never wondered what it might be beyond the shared moments and gentle teasing. He had simply loved her, in the purest form of love a person could offer to a friend.

But as they grew older, the distance began to pull them apart. Jing Yuan could feel the change, subtle at first, like the first flicker of light on the horizon before a storm. The moment he became a general, the weight of his title dragged him away from everything that once mattered. His responsibilities grew, the expectations placed on his shoulders becoming heavier with every passing day. And she, ever the mysterious one, was swept into a mission that would take her far from his reach.

He never thought it would be the last time he’d see her.

The days that followed her departure bled together in a blur of paperwork, meetings, and strategy. Time became irrelevant. Months passed, and the reports that came in about her mission grew increasingly vague, the details lost to shadow. The uncertainty ate at him, gnawing away at his composure, but he never allowed himself to show it. A general couldn’t afford to be distracted, especially not by something as personal as fear.

Still, the nights were the hardest. The long hours he spent in his office, poring over reports and strategies, were always followed by quiet, sleepless nights where the absence of her presence felt like a gaping hole in his chest. He missed her—her laughter, her light, the way she would challenge him without even trying. He missed the way she would roll her eyes at his seriousness, how she would steal food from his plate and then offer him an exaggerated apology. He missed her in a way he couldn’t put into words.

And then there were the dreams. She would appear to him in flashes, a shadow in the distance, a whisper of a memory. Her voice would call his name, and he would wake up with the taste of salt on his tongue, the echo of her laughter ringing in his ears.

He had told himself, for years, that she would return. She had to. But as the months turned to years, Jing Yuan began to wonder if that hope was nothing more than a lie he told himself to keep the storm inside at bay.

He threw himself into his work, losing himself in the daily grind of being a leader. But even as his title demanded more of him, even as his duties pulled him deeper into the weight of the Luofu, the storm inside him never ceased. It never abated.

And so he worked, endlessly, tirelessly, until he could no longer see straight, until his exhaustion became a mask he wore so expertly that no one dared to question it. After all, a general had to be strong.

But inside, Jing Yuan was breaking.

Two years had passed. Two years of uncertainty. Two years of nothing.

But one morning, after hours of poring over documents, Jing Yuan’s communicator buzzed with an unfamiliar notification. He had grown used to the constant flow of messages—routine reports, letters from allies, the demands of his position. But this one was different.

It was a text. From an unknown number.

His fingers hovered over the screen, and for a moment, he questioned whether to open it. But curiosity won out, and he tapped the message open.

“Chin up, storm boy.”

The words hit him like a sudden gust of wind, sharp and cold, a rush of memories flooding back. Storm boy?. It had been so long since he’d heard that phrase, so long since she’d called him that in that teasing, gentle way.

He stared at the screen for a long time, the words blurring before his eyes. His heart pounded in his chest as he let out a shaky breath, barely daring to believe what he was reading. The message wasn’t just a whisper in the wind; it was real. She was alive.

Before he could type a response, another message appeared:

“I’m still here, Ji. I’ll find my way back to you, no matter how long it takes.”

The words were simple, but they were everything. In that moment, the storm in his chest began to quiet, the winds dying down just enough for him to breathe. He wasn’t alone anymore.

He stood up, his hand trembling as he stared at the screen, still unsure whether to believe what had just happened. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter because she was still out there. And if she was still out there, then there was hope. He wasn’t just a general, a leader of armies. He was someone who had loved and been loved in return. And that love hadn’t died.

He couldn’t deny it any longer. She was coming back to him.

Days passed, and though he told himself he wouldn’t show it, Jing Yuan couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation that gripped him. His steps were lighter, his mind clearer. Every corner he turned, every shadow he passed, his heart would race, praying that she would be there. The unknown number remained silent, the waiting game between them stretching on.

When she finally arrived, it was as if the world itself paused.

Her figure appeared in the doorway of his office—familiar, but different. The time apart had marked her, just as it had marked him. But the moment their eyes met, the storm in his chest broke free. No words were needed.

He moved toward her, his hands trembling as he reached for her, pulling her into his arms. She was warm, real, solid beneath his touch. She was alive.

For a long moment, they simply stood there, wrapped in the embrace that neither of them had ever truly let go of.

[fitpacs]

yes, spiderbit’s final time together was heartbreaking and gut-wrenching.

BUT i think we can all agree that the qsmp’s most tragic love story is etoiles and the nether

[blodhundrr]

i can’t believe they’re actually getting married what timeline is this

[fr00tb0wl]

Da Vinci the Dreamer, in the style of Luca della Robbia.

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Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo | S01E01

Korean Drama - 2024, 8 episodes

Native Title: #태권도의 저주를 풀어줘

Genres: #LGBTQ+

Tags: #Lover Reunited | #First Love  | #Time Skip

Cast: #Kim Nu Rim | #Lee Seon | #Jang Yeon Woo

Links:  Gaga | Viki | YouTube | iQIYI | WeTV | Youku | Tencent | Netflix

Catalog: Episode GIF sets | Korean Drama | Korean BL

[melljam]

[thkmadame]

Louis and DreamStat almost look like they’re holding hands ❤️ I loved how DreamStat went from being scary and antagonistic in Louis’ mind, back to being the confidant he met all those years ago.

[crimsonsacrificialgoat]

why does no one talk about ibushis serveral rebounds and interesting relationships with other people when kenny was not around / being evil and sad.

[titi-1188]

NSFW DNI, NON-MINORS DNI

authors note : first fic that i’m basing off of my dream, hope u enjoy !!

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Reunited.

Walking into the canteen for the first time in the facility they were in—the ‘safe haven’ as Janson, the man who saved them, calls it—Minho couldn’t help but find that his line of vision kept on moving towards this girl sitting at the end of a table, across some scrawny looking kid. It is like there was some gravitational pull that wanted him to go to her.

Who exactly is this girl? Why does he feel like he knows her?

“Hello? Earth to Minho?”, Frypan said to get the boys attention—waving his hand in front of his face. Minho snapped out of it and looked back to his friends. “What? Someone caught your eye?”, Newt questioned—trying to find the person Minho was looking at by forcing himself into his line of vision.

“What? What, no, never—who do you think I am?”, Minho responds, acting offended.

“Just saying—you were definitely staring at someone…just who”, Frypan says, mimicking Newt’s actions trying to spot the one who got Minho speechless.

“Shut your holes—there’s no one.”

“Okay okay…don’t get too defensive”, Frypan says, raising his hands in defeat, Newt backs off as well turning his attention to Thomas.

Minho sneaks one last glance at the girl, only this time to find her looking back. They hold eye contact, something in their heads clicking before looking away at the same time, looking back again, and finally looking away. Minho involves himself in the conversation happening around him.

“How long you guys been here?”, Newt asks. “Not long, just a day or two”, the boy across them who Thomas and now Newt are talking to responds. “Those kids over there have been here the longest—almost a week.“, he indicates to the girl Minho could not stop looking at and the boy she’s sitting with.

“They’re from the same maze—he was the only guy”, another guy interjects, a small smirk on his face.

“Really?”, Minho questions. “Some guys have all the luck”, the first guy replies, slight jealousy in his tone.

There’s a brief silence before it’s interrupted, the man—Mr.Janson, who is responsible for them being her walking in the door, followed by his men. “Good Evening, gentlemen, ladies. You all know how this works—you hear your name called, please rise in an orderly fashion, join my colleagues behind me”, he gestures towards them “who will escort you to the eastern wing. Your new lives are about to begin.”

He began listing, stopping at eight names, the teens in the canteen groaning in disappointment. However, Minho wasn’t exactly paying attention when all this was happening—his gaze again fixed on the girl and boy at the end of a table who seem to keep their gazes low when Janson walked in, and as Thomas got up to go after Theresa, taking all the attention with him, he decided now was a good time to go and talk to this mysterious girl.

He strides over, leaning on the table—looking down at the girl, the boy across from her indicates for her to look up. And so she does and their gazes meet.

And suddenly he doesn’t know what to say. Actually being up close to her and making eye contact like this suddenly just took all the words out of him.

“Hello?”, the girls speaks, snapping him back to reality. “Hey…uhm—do you—do I..do we know each other?”. The girl and boy exchange a look, Minho glances down at the two before fixing his gaze on her again. “I don’t…think so”, she replies. “I just—there’s something, and we—“, a quick realisation hits him and he continues “you made eye contact with me I know you know what I’m talking about.”

The girl gives the other boy a quick nod—he reciprocates that and stands up, walking off. “I think I know what you’re talking about but I don’t know what it is either”, she says, making direct eye contact. “Maybe we knew each other before the maze?”

Their memories before the maze were supposed erased—but when she said that, it was like it made perfect sense in Minho’s head. Maybe she was important, maybe she was someone he couldn’t forget.

“Okay well—if that’s the case, maybe we should reintroduce ourselves?”, he says in a tone that screams ‘isn’t this the obvious thing to do’.

The girl rolls her eyes hearing the suggestion but looks up at him again “Y/N”. She sticks out her hand to him, he takes it into his “Minho”. They shake hands. He takes in the way she looks, her eye shape, the way her hair frames her face—just her face. He knows this face. This face was important. “Who’s your friend?”, Minho looks around trying to spot the guy who was sitting with her. “Aris—he was the guy in my maze, we escaped and we’re brought here”. “Cool cool cool…”, Minho sits down beside her.

“So…”, she starts, looking at him. “So..?”. “Say something”. He looks at her “You say something.”. “Well—no, you’re the one who came to me”. “Well you could put some effort in as well, I can’t be doing all the work”. “Jesus you’ve been sitting here for not even a minute and you’re already insufferable”, Y/N sighs, rubbing her temple.

“Okay—fine, I’ll start a conversation“, he states. Minho thinks for a moment before looking back at Y/N “What’s your favourite…colour?”. “Seriously?”, she asks, slightly in disbelief, raising her brows. “Seriously. What is your favourite colour?”.

A quick pause. “…pink, what’s yours?”, Y/N replies, asking him the same question he asked her. “I guess I like…blue and like a dark green”, Minho responds “Ooh a dark green? We’re really getting into specifics and personal things here”, Y/N teases, chuckling. “Shut it..”, Minho says, a grin on his face.

And that’s how it went—small simple questions. Getting to know each other, growing more comfortable—until it was time to get to bed.

Two people who used to be lovers brought back together by fate.

Reunited.

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sigh i still don’t know how to feel about this but oh well!!

hope u enjoyed it :))

[kinderschreckfigur]

whenever i see Thranduil's old injury I think about how he's blind in at least one eye (and also how someone on here pointed out that Bard is allowed to stand on his blind side throughout the movies)

that's why I wrote a whole ass fic about Thranduil being blind