#anhe bridge

[jianghuchild]

Anhe Bridge 安和桥 | Song Dongye - song translation

I was revisiting this edit that I commissioned earlier this year for the C-drama Gaza fundraiser. The OP had some banger translations, and I decided to try as well.

Listen:

Lyrics:

Context:

Anhe Bridge is where Song Dongye grew up with his grandmother, and has since been turned into Beijing's Fifth Ring Road. (Beijing's roads are built in rings, with the center being the Forbidden City.)[Source]

Translation:

[Verse 1]

Let me have one more look at you

From south to north

As if my eyes were blinded by the Fifth Ring

Please tell me again

About that day

The girl holding the box

And the man wiping his sweat

[Chorus]

I know that those summers

Like my youth, won't come back to me

My dreams can only be replaced by reluctant compromise

I know that all my bullshit bluster

With my youth, disappear with a laugh

Let me be trapped in this city, in memory of you

[Verse 2]

Let me have another taste

Of autumn wine

If I keep driving south

It won't be long

Let me have another listen

Of that beautiful phrase

"You're home."

"I've been waiting."

[Instrumental - morin khuur]

[Chorus]

I know that those summers

Like my youth, won't come back to me

My dreams can only be replaced by reluctant compromise

I know that all my bullshit bluster

With my youth, disappear with a laugh

Let me be trapped in this city, in memory of you

I know that those summers

Like you, won't come back to me

And I won't swell with anticipation for anyone else

I know that in this world

Everyday brings too many regrets

So hello, goodbye

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

Im scared for whatever potential announcements will be made on May 4th

[padawansuggest]

Took a shower (thank the lord right) and accidentally created a new AU in my noggin be warned this one is super wild. Includes: Baby-Wan and ouchies and time travel

Obi-Wan goes back in time (whatever maybe he did it himself maybe someone did it to him maybe he did it on accident but it’s post ANH okay) and suddenly finds himself in his toddler body.

You know what his first thought is? Cody. And absolute grief because his soulmate HAD been there in the force with him but now he’s gone. So what does Cody make him think of? Jango. Which means he’s all ughhhhhhhhh I have to go save him, and manages to mindcontrol some guy into getting him off planet. So here he is four whole years old with all the adult emotions trapped in a baby body what can go wrong??? Pirates. Obviously.

Frankly the only reason he doesn’t feel bad about the guy he mind controlled cause he was already gonna end up here so. Whoops.

So who manages to find them of all the damn people? Jaster’s entire ship headed to Korda Six (yes I’m going there the force said ‘I’m gonna give the gays everything they want’ and started with a happy baby’) but having been waylaid by a sudden four year old WITH A KNIFE AND FERAL STUPIDITY on the bridge. He says his name is Cody, he cut Montrose on his calve and it IS gonna require surgery and he bites everyone. Especially Jango. Who is only ten and crying because an ik’aad bit him and Jaster is very torn between giving Jango kisses for his ouchie and helping catch the toddler that knows how to escape through vents and is staging a one toddler zero men mutiny and is loudly telling everyone he’s going to the Jedi.

Maybe he’s possessed. Maybe they can just take him to the Jetii for a quick exorcism and play blaster-armor-saber for who gets the honor of adopting his feral ass.

Till they come across a pirate ship beating up a stranded ship and that’s just not nice so well shit they gotta save them.

Which is how they end up with a traumatized Captain and a stowaway toddler who’s demanding to see Jango once he realizes what ship he’s on. Jango is grumpily dragged in to see him, gets baby attached to his chest (listen he is so over babies now you can let go anytime he’s not interested in getting bit again) and then the vent to the medical room and a feral toddler with a knife comes flying out and demands to get his love back right this fucking instant.

Jaster finally gets a hold of him, disarms him, and puts him in time out before asking who taught him that word that’s not an ad’ika word!

Cody, repentant because adult emotions in a baby body fills you up so much, cries and asks for cuddles. Jaster gives him cuddles before putting in on a cot with Obi-Wan who promptly forgets Jango exists and gives Cody shy baby kisses and holds his hand. Jango is relieved to not be the center of attention for a moment. Till Jaster promptly realizes no one told Obi-Wan who Jango is, why did Obi ask for him?? Obi says he’s a Jetii master trapped in a baby’s body.

Yeah so possession it is. They call up the Jetii and ask if they can come over for exorcisms n chill, the Jetii say they can give them one better can you plz pick up some stranded Jetii along the way? Don’t worry they can assess the situation and see if they need to come in for it. It’s Master Windu and Padawan Billaba! What a surprise! Obi had no idea this could be so easy!

Anyways. So he’s having trouble talking because let’s just say I’ve decided so, so he sorta throws his mental shields down and starts projecting at people, which along with giving EVERYONE a headache, instead of just Mace for once, gives the force the chance to snap a BUNCH of bonds in place. Like a master-apprentice bond with Mace. And vod’e bonds with Depa and Jango. And a Buir bond with Jaster. And a full fledged soulmate bond with Cody.

Anyways. Mace thinks he’s decided three things: he’s gotta (not wants to, but has to) get the senate to let them make an outpost in Mandalorian space so him and Obi can be with Obi’s new dad and family, he does NOT want to be a council member anymore because this is a fucking mess that’s gonna turn into a 6 day meeting for them, and yes, they need to go to the temple.

Anyways. Make Cody a small child and give him a knife is my solution to a lot of things actually.

[sonofthedunes]

me, with great affection, watching luke blast the bridge controls in anh right before he needs to use them: he’s so fucking stupid, i love him so much

[atlasthegreatest]

Bound by the Distance Between Us / Anh Yujin x Gender Neutral! Reader

Which, Ahn Yujin grapples with her intense feelings for her new manager. Despite their mutual attraction, they struggle to act on their emotions due to the complexities of their professional relationship.

Warning: soft angst

Word count: 5529

The room was dimly lit as if the lights knew how heavy the air felt between them. Ahn Yujin sat on the couch in her dorm, hands clasped tightly between her knees, her mind spiraling. Her thoughts, usually sharp and controlled as IVE’s leader, now swam in disarray. Across from her stood the one person she wanted more than anything— Kang Y/n— her new manager, standing just far enough away to keep things professional.

Their eyes met in fleeting glances that betrayed too much. Yujin bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from saying something dangerous.

“It’s late,” Y/n said softly, their voice low and cautious. “You need to rest, Yujin.”

Rest. A hollow word. How could she rest when the one person who made her feel alive was the same one she couldn’t touch, couldn’t have? Yujin forced a smile, but it wavered. “You always say that,” she whispered, her voice cracking at the edges.

“I mean it.” The manager crossed their arms, a defensive gesture that seemed more like an attempt to protect themselves than her. “You’ve been pushing too hard. You know how important it is to keep things in line… not just for yourself, but for everyone.”

It was always like this. Practicality over desire. Rules before feelings. But Yujin was exhausted from always doing the right thing—smiling in front of cameras, leading her team with precision, and pretending that her heart didn’t ache every time Y/n looked at her as if they belonged somewhere else, somewhere out of reach.

“This is impossible, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice barely audible. She didn’t need to say what this was. They both knew.

Y/n exhaled deeply, shoulders sagging under the weight of their shared, unspoken truth. “Yujin… we both knew from the start that we couldn’t go there.”

“And yet we’re here.” Her gaze lingered on them, on the way their lips pressed into a line like they were holding something back—words, emotions, promises that couldn’t be kept.

“It’s not fair,” she said bitterly, her hands clenching into fists. “We can’t be anything, but I can’t stop—” She stopped herself just short of saying love you. Saying it would only make it worse, make it more real. And they didn’t have space for real between them.

Y/n took a step closer, enough that Yujin could feel the heat radiating from them but not enough to bridge the chasm that separated them. “Do you think this is easy for me?” they whispered, their voice strained. “Every day, I tell myself I can’t feel this way about you, that I need to stay professional. But you—”

Yujin blinked, tears welling in her eyes despite her best efforts to suppress them. “Then why don’t we just—”

“We can’t,” they interrupted, harsh but pained. “You know why. If anyone finds out… your career, the group’s reputation, everything—”

“I don’t care about that!” she burst out, her voice cracking. “For once, can’t I just—”

“No, Yujin.” Y/n’s voice was soft now, like a plea. “You care. I know you do. And that’s why we have to stop this before it gets worse.”

Yujin looked away, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling. Her whole life had been about discipline, about giving herself to her dreams. But no one had warned her how much it would hurt to want something—someone—she could never have.

“Do you ever think about it?” she whispered. “About what it’d be like if things were different?”

There was silence, heavy and suffocating. Y/n’s hesitation was answer enough. Of course they thought about it. Of course they dreamed of a world where they could be together—where there were no cameras, no contracts, no rules to keep them apart. But that world didn’t exist. Not for them.

“Every day,” Y/n admitted, at last, their voice thick with regret. “But wanting something doesn’t make it right.”

The weight of those words crushed Yujin. She closed her eyes as if she could will herself to disappear, to escape the cruel reality they were trapped in. “So what now?” she asked, her voice hollow.

“Now…” They exhaled shakily, as if saying the words would hurt as much as living them. “We go back to pretending. We keep things the way they need to be.”

The silence stretched between them like a wound that wouldn’t heal. Yujin knew this was the end—or at least the closest thing to an ending they’d ever get. No fights, no dramatic confessions. Just quiet, aching resignation.

She stood up slowly, her body feeling heavier than it ever had before. “Okay,” she whispered. It was the only word she could muster. The only thing she could say without falling apart.

The manager looked at her one last time, their gaze lingering on her like a farewell they couldn’t voice. Then, without another word, Y/n turned and walked away, leaving Yujin standing in the dimly lit room, alone with the ache they’d both tried so hard to ignore.

She sank back onto the couch, burying her face in her hands as the first tear slipped free. In another life, maybe they could have been something more. But in this one, they were nothing.

Nothing but two people in love, trapped by the distance between them.

————————

The uneasy dynamic between Yujin and Y/n didn’t take long to catch the attention of the other members. Living in such close quarters, there were no secrets that could stay hidden for long. Even if Yujin thought she was masking her emotions, her girls knew her too well. And now, the air between their leader and their manager felt charged, as if every glance, every silence, was trying to conceal something that was bound to slip through.

It started small—little things only someone close would notice. Yujin’s shoulders stiffened every time the manager entered the room. The way her voice, usually confident and steady, faltered when speaking to them. The way Y/n’s gaze lingered on Yujin a beat too long like they were holding on to every second before they had to look away.

And the girls noticed. Of course, they did.

“Unnie, are you okay?” Wonyoung’s voice was light, but her eyes were sharp as she studied Yujin across the van’s seats. They were on their way to a photo shoot, and Yujin sat at the back, earphones in, staring blankly out the window. She hadn’t spoken much since their manager gave the usual rundown of the schedule earlier—avoiding eye contact with them entirely.

Yujin blinked, snapping out of her trance. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Wonyoung wasn’t convinced. “You’ve been… weird lately.”

Beside her, Leeseo chimed in, tilting her head. “Yeah, like, tense. And it’s not just because of the schedule.”

Yujin opened her mouth to dismiss it, but Gaeul gave her a knowing glance from the seat ahead. “Is it the new manager?” she asked bluntly, cutting straight to the point.

Yujin’s heart stuttered. “What?” she said, too quickly. “No. Why would it be about them?”

The van fell into silence, save for the low hum of the road beneath them. Liz, who had been scrolling on her phone, finally spoke without looking up. “Because you act like a lovesick puppy around them,” she said casually as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Yujin’s cheeks flushed. “I—what? I do not.”

Gaeul raised an eyebrow. “You do. You get all quiet, and then you avoid eye contact, but you still stare at them when you think no one’s looking.”

The leader groaned and pressed her palms against her face, heat rising to her ears. “You guys are reading into things too much.”

“No, we’re not,” Rei said from the front seat, twisting around to face Yujin. “We know you, unnie. You’ve been acting strange since they showed up.”

Yujin wanted to disappear. Of course, her members would notice—she should have known better. But hearing them say it out loud only made the ache in her chest worse.

Wonyoung leaned in, her voice softer now. “Do you… like them?”

Yujin hesitated, her walls cracking under the weight of her feelings. But even if she wanted to deny it, she knew it would be pointless. These girls were her second family—they knew when she was lying.

“It doesn’t matter,” Yujin muttered, slumping against the window. “Even if I did, nothing can happen.”

There was a beat of silence before Leeseo whispered, “Why not, unnie? Don’t they like you back?”

Yujin’s throat tightened. She could feel all their eyes on her, waiting for an answer.

“They do,” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But we can’t.”

The weight of those words hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, no one knew what to say.

——-———————

Backstage at the photo shoot, the tension only worsened. As the girls prepared for their solo shots, Yujin caught sight of Y/n standing by the doorway, scrolling through their phone. Her heart twisted painfully in her chest. Just looking at them was like pressing on a bruise—one she couldn’t stop poking, even though it hurt.

Her gaze lingered too long, and when Y/n glanced up, their eyes locked. Yujin’s breath hitched, and she looked away quickly, but the damage was already done.

Wonyoung, standing nearby, caught the entire exchange. She crossed her arms, a sly smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re not exactly subtle, unnie.”

Yujin shot her a withering glare. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Tell the truth?” Wonyoung grinned, clearly enjoying Yujin’s discomfort. But then her expression softened, and she nudged Yujin’s shoulder. “You know we’re not judging you, right? It’s just… we worry about you.”

Gaeul appeared behind them, her voice low enough that only Yujin could hear. “It must suck,” she said gently. “Liking someone you can’t be with.”

Yujin clenched her jaw to keep the tears from welling up again. “It does,” she whispered. “A lot.”

By the end of the day, Yujin was emotionally drained. She tried to put on a brave face, but the weight of her emotions was getting harder to carry. It felt like she was stuck in a cruel cycle—forced to see the person she wanted every day, only to be reminded that they could never be more than what they already were.

As the members gathered in the van to head back to the dorm, Y/n stood by the door, doing a headcount. Yujin forced herself to stay composed, even though her heart was in pieces.

“Yujin,” they said softly, their voice just loud enough for her to hear over the noise of the others. “Are you okay?”

She looked at them, her gaze heavy with everything she couldn’t say. “Yeah,” she lied.

Y/n didn’t believe her. She could see it in the way their eyes softened, in the way their hand twitched slightly as if they wanted to reach for her but knew they couldn’t.

“Take care of yourself,” they murmured.

Yujin nodded, biting the inside of her cheek to keep the tears at bay. “You too.”

Later that night, as the members settled into their rooms, Wonyoung lingered by Yujin’s door. “Unnie,” she called softly.

Yujin looked up from her bed, her heart heavy.

“We’re here for you,” Wonyoung whispered. “Even if you can’t talk about it… we know.”

Yujin gave her a small, grateful smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Wonyoung lingered for a moment longer as if trying to say something more, but in the end, she just gave Yujin’s hand a gentle squeeze before retreating to her room.

When the dorm finally fell silent, Yujin lay awake, staring at the ceiling. The weight of her feelings pressed down on her chest like a storm she couldn’t escape. And even though she knew she wasn’t alone, it didn’t make the ache any easier to bear.

Some things were too complicated, too painful to explain—especially love. And this love, the one she wasn’t allowed to have, was the kind that would haunt her for a long, long time.

——-———————

Yujin hadn’t spoken with Y/n for weeks. Not outside of work, at least. They communicated only through the essentials—brief nods, impersonal messages, schedule updates. Every interaction was clinical like they’d both agreed that pretending nothing existed between them was the only way to survive. But the distance was killing her, and if the dark circles under her eyes were anything to go by, it was killing them too.

Tonight was different. Yujin could feel it in her bones.

It was almost midnight when she stood outside their apartment door, heart racing in her chest. She shouldn’t be here, not after everything they’d tried to avoid. But she was done pretending—done acting like ignoring her feelings would somehow make them disappear.

Her hand trembled as she raised it to knock. For a moment, she hesitated, breathing in deeply. Just go. Leave. It’s easier this way. But she was already too far gone to turn back.

The door opened before she could decide, and there they were—Y/n, wearing an old hoodie and sweatpants, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her.

“Yujin?” they whispered, as if saying her name might shatter the fragile moment between them.

She swallowed hard, clenching her fists to keep them steady. “I can’t do this anymore,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I tried, but I can’t.”

Y/n’s expression softened, the exhaustion and longing Yujin had seen glimpses of over the past weeks now fully exposed. “I know,” they admitted quietly. “Neither can I.”

Inside, the air between them was thick with unspoken words as they sat together on the edge of the couch, knees brushing against each other. Yujin fiddled with the hem of her hoodie, gathering the courage to say what she’d buried deep inside.

“I thought,” she began slowly, “that staying away from you would help. That maybe if I just… ignored it, it would hurt less.”

Y/n nodded, their gaze dropping to their hands, fingers fidgeting restlessly. “Me too. But it didn’t.”

“It just made it worse,” Yujin admitted, her voice a little more than a whisper.

Y/n’s hand twitched at their side, and without thinking, Yujin reached over and intertwined their fingers with hers. The contact was electric—simple, yet overwhelming. It was the first real touch they’d allowed themselves, and it hit them both like a wave.

They both stared at their joined hands, breathing in the reality of what they were doing. It felt reckless, dangerous even. But it also felt like a relief, like a burden finally lifting after weeks of suffocating under the weight of unspoken emotions.

“I know this is a bad idea,” Yujin whispered. “But I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel anything.”

Y/n squeezed her hand gently, and when they looked up, Yujin saw the same raw vulnerability in their eyes that mirrored her own. “Maybe it is a bad idea,” they said softly, “but I don’t care anymore.”

Yujin’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. “So… what do we do?”

Y/n was quiet for a moment as if weighing the consequences of what they were about to say. Then, slowly, they leaned in, their forehead resting gently against hers.

“We take it one step at a time,” they whispered. “Carefully. Quietly.”

Yujin closed her eyes, savoring the closeness, the warmth of their breath against her skin. For the first time in what felt like forever, the ache in her chest eased—just a little.

They spent the night sitting close, whispering about nothing and everything. It wasn’t much—no grand confessions or promises they couldn’t keep—but it was enough for now.

Yujin knew their love was fragile, like walking on a tightrope with no safety net. They were still bound by contracts and rules, still stuck in a world that wouldn’t allow them to exist together openly. But tonight, none of that mattered.

In the quiet moments, when the world was asleep and no one was watching, they could steal these small, precious pieces of happiness.

And for now, that was enough.

——-———————

Days passed in a blur after that night, but everything felt different now—lighter, even in the smallest ways. They didn’t talk about it, not in words that spelled out the risks. They didn’t need to. What they had was delicate, existing in the cracks between their responsibilities and the life they had to present to the public. But the tension that once felt unbearable was now replaced with quiet understanding. They were careful, but they allowed themselves to feel just enough.

Yujin could feel the difference every time their eyes met across crowded rooms. When Y/n adjusted her microphone before a stage, their fingertips would brush her hand just slightly, lingering for the briefest moment. When schedules ran late and she grew tired, they’d hand her water with a small, knowing smile—a look that told her, I see you. I’m here.

It wasn’t much. But it was everything.

One evening, after a long rehearsal, the girls sprawled across the practice room floor, their exhaustion palpable. Yujin sat quietly in the corner, a towel draped over her neck, scrolling through her phone to avoid too many curious eyes.

The members hadn’t said anything directly, but Yujin knew they were watching. Wonyoung, in particular, had taken it upon herself to keep an eye on every little change between Yujin and their manager. She never pushed too hard—just enough teasing to make Yujin squirm—but it was clear she’d caught on to the shift between them.

“Unnie,” Wonyoung whispered, sliding beside her, voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. “You seem… less miserable these days.”

Yujin shot her a side-eye. “Thanks?”

Wonyoung smirked knowingly. “Did something happen?”

Yujin’s heart stuttered for a moment. She thought about denying it—telling Wonyoung that nothing had changed, that she was just better at pretending. But she knew the younger girl wouldn’t believe her.

“Things are complicated,” Yujin admitted quietly, more to herself than to Wonyoung.

The younger girl tilted her head, her playful expression softening. “But you’re happy?”

Yujin hesitated, and then she gave the smallest nod. “I think so.”

Wonyoung smiled, nudging her shoulder. “Good. You deserve to be happy, unnie. Even if it’s complicated.”

The hardest part was sneaking away when no one was looking. They didn’t meet often—only when the schedule allowed them slivers of privacy. But those stolen moments felt like lifelines, keeping them both afloat in a world where they were expected to drown their emotions.

Late one night, after a performance, Yujin found herself slipping through the hallways of the venue, heart racing. Y/n had texted her only once: Room 206. 10 minutes. That was all she needed.

When she pushed the door open, they were already there, waiting—arms crossed, shoulders tense. The exhaustion from the long day was evident in their eyes, but the moment they saw her, they softened.

Yujin closed the door quietly, leaning against it for a moment to catch her breath. “I thought I wouldn’t make it,” she whispered.

Y/n gave her a tired smile, stepping closer until they were only inches apart. “You always find a way.”

The words were simple, but they carried weight. Yujin felt it—how much they both sacrificed just for these brief moments together. She knew the risks they were taking. If anyone found out, it wouldn’t just be her career on the line—it would be theirs too.

But right now, none of that mattered. Right now, they were just two people trying to hold on to something fragile but real.

Without thinking, Yujin reached for them, wrapping her arms around their waist and burying her face against their shoulder. Y/n’s arms came around her in return, pulling her closer, tighter, as if holding her like this could make the world disappear.

They stood there in silence, the sound of their breathing the only thing grounding them. Yujin felt her heart slow, her mind quieting for the first time in days. She wished she could stay here forever, in this bubble where the outside world didn’t exist.

“I missed you,” she whispered against their skin, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Y/n’s hand traced slow circles on her back, a silent reassurance. “I missed you too.”

It was dangerous—this thing between them. It was reckless and foolish, and it could fall apart at any moment. But it was also the only thing that felt real in a life full of performances and expectations.

They pulled back slightly, just enough to look into each other’s eyes. Yujin could see it there—the same fear, the same longing. They were both terrified of what this could become, but neither of them wanted to let go.

“What are we doing?” she asked softly, her voice trembling.

Y/n smiled, a little sad, a little hopeful. “I don’t know. But I know I don’t want to stop.”

Yujin felt her chest tighten, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. This wasn’t a fairytale—it wasn’t easy or perfect. But it was theirs. And for now, that was enough.

They leaned in slowly, tentatively, as if crossing this line could change everything. And when their lips finally met, it was gentle and desperate all at once—a kiss that spoke of every moment they’d held back, every stolen glance and unspoken word.

It was a kiss that promised nothing but the present. And for now, that was all they had.

Later, as they sat together on the couch, legs tangled under a shared blanket, Yujin rested her head on Y/n’s shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. For the first time in a long time, she felt at peace.

“Do you think this can last?” she whispered, not sure if she wanted an answer.

Y/n pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. “I don’t know,” they murmured. “But I think we’ll find a way.”

Yujin smiled softly, her heart full despite the uncertainty. For once, she wasn’t thinking about tomorrow or the risks waiting for them.

Right now, they had each other. And for now, that was enough.

Bonus Chapter:

It was a stolen moment—one of the many they had learned to carve out between hectic schedules and late-night rehearsals. Yujin and Y/n stood tucked away in a dim corner backstage, hidden behind a row of costume racks. It wasn’t much, but it was the only privacy they could find before the concert began.

The sound of muffled voices and equipment clattering filled the background, but Yujin couldn’t hear any of it. Not when Y/n’s hands were on her waist, their breath warm against her lips. For a second, everything beyond them ceased to exist.

“Five more minutes,” Y/n whispered between kisses, as if saying it aloud could slow down time.

Yujin smiled, her forehead resting against theirs. “Five more minutes, and then we’re back to pretending again.”

They didn’t say anything—just pulled her closer, and Yujin let herself sink into the moment. Every kiss felt like a rebellion, a small act of defiance against a world that told them they couldn’t be together.

She was just about to lean in again when—

“WHAT. THE. HELL?”

The voice rang out like a gunshot, startling them both. Yujin jerked away, her heart plummeting to her stomach. They turned to see four stunned members of IVE—Wonyoung, Liz, Rei, and Leeseo—standing a few feet away, their mouths agape. Gaeul trailed behind, looking more amused than shocked.

Yujin’s brain short-circuited.

“Oh my God,” Wonyoung whispered, wide-eyed. “You’re kissing our manager.”

Yujin opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Y/n, who looked equally horrified, stepped back awkwardly as if increasing the space between them would undo what the members had just seen.

Liz crossed her arms, her face a perfect mix of disbelief and amusement. “I knew it. I KNEW something was going on!”

Rei blinked, trying to process what she had just witnessed. “I thought… I mean, I suspected, but I didn’t think you’d actually…”

“Wow,” Leeseo breathed, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe her own eyes. “This is so… scandalous.”

Yujin buried her face in her hands, groaning loudly. “This is not how you were supposed to find out.”

Gaeul snorted, leaning casually against the wall. “Well, how were we supposed to find out, exactly? Were you going to send us a memo or…?”

Yujin glared at her. “Not. Helping.”

Y/n, trying and failing to look professional, cleared their throat. “This… isn’t what it looks like.”

Wonyoung crossed her arms. “You were literally kissing. What else could it possibly be?”

Silence stretched between them, awkward and heavy. Yujin knew there was no way out of this. She could feel her members’ eyes boring into her, each of them processing the situation in their chaotic way.

“Well,” Liz said finally, raising an eyebrow. “I guess we can’t exactly judge. I mean, you’re both adults.”

Rei nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, and you’ve clearly been miserable without each other, so…”

Wonyoung gave Yujin a teasing grin. “This is actually kind of cute. In a weird, slightly inappropriate way.”

Leeseo clapped her hands excitedly. “Does this mean you’re, like, secretly dating? Like in a K-drama?”

Yujin groaned again, feeling like she was being swallowed whole by embarrassment. “Can you guys stop?”

But the teasing only continued. Rei and Wonyoung exchanged amused glances, while Liz dramatically placed a hand over her heart, pretending to swoon. Even Leeseo, who usually tried to act mature, was giggling uncontrollably.

Y/n leaned in, whispering so only Yujin could hear. “This might actually be worse than getting caught by the company.”

Yujin gave them a withering look, though the corner of her mouth twitched with a reluctant smile. “You think?”

Gaeul clapped her hands, cutting through the chaos. “Alright, alright. Let’s not overwhelm our poor leader.” She turned to Yujin, her expression softening slightly. “But seriously, be careful, okay? If anyone else catches you, it won’t just be awkward—it’ll be bad.”

Yujin exhaled, the weight of her friend’s words sinking in. She knew the risks all too well. But the gentle reassurance in Gaeul’s voice made her heart feel a little lighter.

“We will,” Yujin promised quietly.

Satisfied, the girls began to disperse, though not without a few more teasing comments. Wonyoung gave Yujin a playful wink as she walked away, and Liz mouthed, Good luck with a mischievous grin.

As the members finally left, Yujin turned back to Y/n, who looked both relieved and exasperated.

“Well,” Yujin muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. “That could’ve gone worse.”

Y/n chuckled, pulling her into a quick hug. “At least they took it better than I expected.”

Yujin smiled against their shoulder, the warmth of their embrace easing some of the tension in her chest. “Yeah,” she whispered. “But next time, let’s really make sure no one’s around.”

Y/n laughed softly, their hand brushing through her hair. “Deal.”

For a moment, they stood there in the quiet, savoring the small pocket of peace before reality came crashing back in.

——-———————

The next few days after the incident felt surreal, like walking on a tightrope with everyone watching. The other girls hadn’t mentioned the kiss to anyone else—thankfully—but the teasing didn’t stop when they were together. Every subtle glance between Yujin and Y/n was met with knowing smirks, sly comments, and the occasional exaggerated cough from Wonyoung or Liz.

The situation felt both manageable and impossible—manageable because the girls had her back, impossible because it was only a matter of time before they slipped again.

Yujin sat on the dorm balcony late one night, the cold air brushing against her skin as she stared out at the glittering city. Y/n hadn’t messaged all day, and it gnawed at her. Even though she knew they were just being careful, the distance felt unbearable. The weight of their secret seemed to grow heavier by the second.

The glass door behind her slid open, and Gaeul stepped out, joining her without a word. She sat down quietly, pulling her knees to her chest, giving Yujin space to speak first.

Yujin exhaled a shaky breath. “It feels like everything’s going to fall apart, unnie.”

Gaeul glanced sideways at her, her gaze steady and full of quiet understanding. “It won’t,” she said softly. “Not if you’re careful.”

Yujin’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I don’t know how long I can keep this up. Hiding, pretending…” She swallowed hard, her throat tightening. “It feels like I’m suffocating.”

Gaeul leaned her head back against the balcony railing, her breath visible in the cold night air. “You love them, don’t you?”

Yujin hesitated, the truth heavy on her tongue. But there was no point denying it. Not to Gaeul, not to herself.

“Yeah,” Yujin whispered. “I do.”

The next morning, Yujin found herself standing outside Y/n’s office at the company building, her heart hammering in her chest. She knew this was a risk—a terrible idea, even. But she needed to talk to them, to figure out where they stood and whether they could keep going.

She knocked softly, and the door opened almost instantly. Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise, but they quickly stepped aside to let her in.

“Yujin—”

“I can’t keep doing this,” Yujin blurted, her voice trembling. “I can’t keep sneaking around and pretending like nothing’s happening.”

Y/n’s expression softened, and they reached out, gently taking her hand. “I know. I’ve been feeling the same.”

Yujin’s chest tightened. “Then what do we do? Because if we keep this up… we’re going to get caught.”

Y/n was quiet for a moment, their thumb brushing softly over the back of her hand. “I don’t want to lose you,” they whispered. “But I also don’t want to ruin everything you’ve worked for.”

The weight of Y/n’s words settled between them, thick and suffocating. Yujin knew the truth—they both did. No matter how much they wanted this, the world they lived in wouldn’t make room for it.

“I wish things were different,” Yujin whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of the truth.

“So do I,” they murmured. “But if we’re going to do this… we have to be even more careful. No more close calls.”

Yujin nodded, though the ache in her chest didn’t lessen. It felt like they were trying to hold water in their hands, knowing it would slip through their fingers eventually.

“We can’t let them see,” her manager added gently, squeezing her hand. “Not again.”

——-———————

That night, the IVE girls sat around the dorm’s living room, the atmosphere light with conversation—until Wonyoung decided to stir the pot.

“So, unnie,” she began with a grin, “how’s your secret romance going?”

Yujin shot her a warning look. “Wonyoung.”

Liz leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm. “C’mon, Yujin. You know we’re all curious.”

Rei smirked. “Have you kissed again?”

Yujin groaned, burying her face in a pillow. “You guys are impossible.”

Leeseo giggled, kicking her feet against the couch. “We’re just looking out for you, unnie! It’s sweet.”

“Sweet,” Yujin muttered into the pillow, “is not how it feels right now.”

Gaeul, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up. “Enough,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “She’s under enough pressure already.”

The room quieted, the playful atmosphere shifting into something more serious.

Yujin sat up slowly, her expression softening. “I know you guys are just teasing… but it’s hard.” She glanced down at her hands. “I don’t know how long I can keep this going without breaking.”

The girls exchanged glances, the weight of Yujin’s words sinking in.

Wonyoung scooted closer, resting a hand on Yujin’s knee. “We’ve got your back, unnie. Whatever happens, we’ll help you.”

Liz nodded. “Yeah. If you need us to cover for you, just say the word.”

Rei gave her a reassuring smile. “You’re not alone in this, okay?”

Leeseo added, “And if things get too hard… it’s okay to take a step back.”

Yujin felt a lump rise in her throat, but she swallowed it down, grateful beyond words.

Gaeul reached over, squeezing Yujin’s hand briefly. “We’ll figure it out, Yujin. Whatever happens, we’re with you.”

Later that night, Yujin lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the weight of her choices pressed down on her. It was exhausting—loving someone in secret, balancing her career, and carrying the fear of losing everything she’d built.

But for now, she had the support of her members. And she had the person she loved, even if it was complicated.

Yujin closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. Whatever happened next, she knew one thing for sure.

She wasn’t ready to let go—not yet.

And for now, that was enough.

[shrinkthisviolet]

1, 7, 8, 9, 19, 21 for Star Wars for the ask game please?

1: the character everyone gets wrong

Luke Skywalker. Everyone writes him as naïve and happy-go-lucky, but like…no?? Even in ANH, he’s snarky and impatient, and he develops throughout the OT into a badass who suffers no fools. Yes, he’s kind and generous towards his loved ones, and he’s very friendly, there’s no doubt about that, but like?? Writing him as an innocent ball of sunshine who can do no harm is just wrong. Luke is kind, but he’s not naïve—he knows fully well what Vader has done and how evil he is, he just also knows, has felt, that there’s good deep down in Vader. He believes when no one else does because he knows he can get through to Vader and change his heart, and he’s right!!

7: what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Kylo Ren. The way some parts of fandom used to (probably still do, but I wouldn’t know) paint Han and Leia as abusive/awful parents and make Kylo the perpetual victim who was forced into every decision he made…as if he wasn’t like 23 when he destroyed(?) the Jedi Academy* and joined Snoke, as if every decision after that wasn’t his own decision—like, come on guys.

*I know there’s a comic that said apparently a lightning storm caused the fire that destroyed the Academy? But Wookieepedia said he’s the one who summoned the storm in the first place, so 🤷‍♀️ who knows. In any case, the distinction is irrelevant to my point

8: common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Anidala isn’t abusive, and I’m sick of people saying that.

“Oh but he choked her!!” Yes, that’s what happens when you fall to the Dark Side and your good traits are twisted/corrupted. You act in ways that are not like you! This is how the Dark Side works (despite what some Star Wars media would have you believe, the Dark Side corrupts, it’s not freeing. It’s an illusion of freedom, but it’s just a trap)

“Oh but Anakin forced her into it!” Nope! He confessed to her, and she turned him down initially, but she made the first move, and there’s no indication that she was forced into marriage.

You don’t have to like them, but saying they’re toxic/abusive is incorrect and I’m tired of seeing that take.

On that note, everyone attributes Vader’s salvation to Luke, and says he’s the person who always believed in Vader…but don’t forget that Padmé did first!! Padmé was the first one to always believe in Anakin, even after the worst had happened, because that’s how strong their love is! Because Anidala was true love!

9: worst part of canon

If not for the sequels, the Luke/Leia kiss would be here. I still hate that so much.

Taking the sequels into account though…the Rey/Kylo kiss. Absolutely awful. Putting aside the fact that I don’t like the ship, there isn’t really much development for this as a ship. Sure, there are some hints of chemistry here and there (mostly in TLJ with Rey slowly developing an interest in redeeming him), but they’re far outweighed by: Kylo kidnapping and torturing Rey, Rey trying to kill Kylo, Rey metaphorically closing the door on Kylo at the end of TLJ, and Rey killing Kylo in TROS and only undoing it because she felt Leia die.

Rey appears to have a change of heart about Kylo in TLJ, but that’s very clearly undone when he refuses to turn back to the Light Side (again, she metaphorically/telepathically slams the door on him)! And she literally kills him in TROS and only undoes it for his mom’s sake! And yet suddenly in the final scene she’s calling him “Ben” and putting her trust in him?? Nope. Not buying it. If I did ship this, I’d be very disappointed about how it was handled, because that’s just sad

19: you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

I'm intrigued by Vaderdala as a concept 😅 not in a genuine healthy relationship way, I think that bridge is burned post-ROTS, but I find the idea of them in a Padmé Lives AU very intriguing. Vader ofc would still harbor feelings for Padmé, and deep down, she would too (she does canonically believe in his goodness), but her loyalty would be first and foremost to the Rebellion and her kids…but also those feelings keep drawing her back to Vaderkin, because a not-so-small part of her wants to redeem him and get her husband back. And he, ofc, wants her by his side as his Empress. It’s just fascinating to me imo

21: part of canon you think is overhyped

ROTS. Listen, listen, I love it too, okay? I love all 3 of the prequels in their own ways. But…even people who hate the prequels claim ROTS is “the good one”, and I just…don’t get it? What exactly makes ROTS sooo much better than the other two? It’s not like ROTS is a perfect movie by any means, it has flaws too, just like TPM and AOTC do. It even has a similar tone. People seem to love it because it’s the moment of Anakin’s descent into Vader, and believe me, I love it too, but…some people love it disingenuously, I feel. One of its big flaws is the lack of Padmé scenes in it, with them all being deleted, so the fact that it’s the most loved of the prequels despite having the least amount of Padmé in it is…weird, ngl

And yes, I know people have complained about those scenes being deleted, this is a common complaint, but that doesn’t seem to have dulled the general consensus that this movie is (one of) The Best Ever.

(On that note though, if you haven’t read the ROTS novelization, please do, it’s absolutely amazing and tbh I’m enjoying it more than the movies, simply because it has more space to expand on certain characters and what they’re thinking, and thus expand on certain scenes. AND it adds the Padmé deleted scenes back!!)

choose violence ask game!

[bitchiswild]

Scooter Fate

Anh Yujin x F! Reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n: this is bullshit work 🤩🤚

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As the sun began its lazy ascent over the suburban streets, you found yourself reluctantly maneuvering your child's micro-scooter, an embarrassing yet necessary mode of transport. It was drop-off time, the part of the day where single parenting duties converged into a chaotic ballet of managing school bags, lunches, and ensuring your little one made it into class on time.

“Making my way downtown walking fast, faces p-" I was abruptly cut off by an unexpected collision, and to my chagrin, it was none other than my PTA nemesis, Anh Yujin, steering her own micro-scooter. Both our micro-scooters clashed head-on, propelling both of us airborne, only to crash face-first into each other.

“Son of a Bit- Butternut squash,” I blurted out in a mixture of pain and awareness of the surrounding children.

“Shii-take Mushrooms,” Yujin groaned, mirroring my discomfort and also conscious of her surroundings.

“You need to watch where you are going!” our simultaneous accusations echoed, drawing the attention of other parents who swiftly called for an ambulance.

As we both lay there amidst the wreckage of our micro-scooters, wincing from the throbbing pain, mutual animosity stewed between us. Clutching our injured noses, we glared daggers at each other, locked in a momentary standoff. A teacher, sensing the tension, rushed out with tissues to help stem the bleeding, attempting to diffuse the escalating situation between two adults squabbling like children.

The wail of the ambulance pierced the air, marking the arrival of much-needed assistance. The EMTs hurried to assess our condition amidst the debris of shattered scooters.

“Looks like you both broke your noses. We should get you to the hospital for a proper check-up,” one of the EMTs stated matter-of-factly.

Yujin and I exchanged resigned sighs, the annoyance evident on our throbbing faces, but there was little choice but to comply.

"Either of you can sit on the bench with me or take the stretcher," the EMT offered, gesturing towards the seat and the stretcher.

"I call stretcher!" Yujin and I blurted simultaneously, shooting glares at each other. The momentary standoff ended with me being settled on the stretcher, while Yujin reluctantly took the bench beside the EMT. Our silent duel continued even in the confines of the ambulance, a battle of wills even in the choice of seating arrangements.

The bustling Emergency Room was a chorus of activity, a symphony of hurried footsteps and overlapping conversations. Yujin and I found ourselves side by side, occupying the same cramped space of the divided room separated by a thin, flimsy curtain. The discomfort was magnified by our proximity, and it didn't take long for the tension to resurface.

“This can’t be the only available room,” I muttered, my discomfort echoing Yujin’s unspoken sentiments.

A nurse passing by caught wind of our discontent. “I'm sorry, folks. It's a busy day, and this is the only space we have at the moment. We’re doing our best to accommodate everyone,” she explained, her tone apologetic yet final.

With a resigned sigh, we begrudgingly settled into our respective beds, separated only by a curtain that seemed to amplify the uncomfortable intimacy of our shared space.

“We should have separate rooms,” Yujin muttered under her breath, a sentiment I wholeheartedly echoed.

But amidst the sterile hospital smells and the distant hum of medical equipment, we were stranded together, two adversaries thrown into an unexpected proximity. The shared annoyance at the lack of privacy was a fragile common ground, a small bridge spanning the gap between our animosity. Yet, amidst the discomfort, an opportunity for understanding loomed in the air, waiting to be acknowledged or ignored.

The tense wait in the ER stretched on, time seemingly at a standstill. Yujin's exasperation broke the silence. "God, how long until the doctor shows up?"

"I know, right? I had a list of errands today," I sighed in agreement. Yujin turned toward me suddenly. "Remi is your daughter, right?" Her unexpected question caught me off guard.

"Yeah, why?" I replied, perplexed.

"Nothing much, just that Aria and her are friends," Yujin casually remarked, a nonchalant shrug following her words. She quickly averted her gaze.

Before I could probe further, the nurse interrupted, apologizing for the prolonged wait. Frustration crept in as I voiced my concern about picking up my daughter. "Is there any way we can speed this up a bit?" I inquired, feeling the weight of the impending responsibilities.

The nurse promised to do her best, darting out in search of a solution. Yujin’s curious question lingered in the air. "Can't your husband pick up your daughter?" she inquired, her brow raising.

"No, I'm a single mother," I replied matter-of-factly, surprised by the sudden personal turn in the conversation.

Yujin fell silent for a moment before revealing, "I'm in the same boat as you."

Confusion washed over me. "What?" I asked, thrown off guard.

"I'm a single mother too," she confessed, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"But I've seen you wear a wedding ring at every PTA meeting," I pointed out, puzzled by the contradiction.

Yujin chuckled, a smirk gracing her lips. "I wear it to keep the ladies off of me," she joked, adding a playful wiggle of her eyebrows, a rare moment of levity in the midst of our strained circumstances.

The air between us seemed to shift, the revelation of our shared status as single parents casting a subtle change in the atmosphere. There was a newfound understanding, an unspoken empathy that lingered between Yujin and me.

Yujin's confession hung in the air, a vulnerable admission that cracked the wall of animosity that had long divided us. I glanced at her, sensing a different energy in the space we shared, an unexpected bond forming amidst the sterile hospital environment.

"I had no idea," I admitted quietly, the revelation softening my tone.

Yujin met my gaze, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "It's not something I usually bring up," she confessed, a rare glimpse into a side of her I had never seen before.

The tension that had previously defined our interactions began to dissipate, replaced by a tentative understanding. We were two individuals navigating the challenges of single parenthood, both concealing our struggles behind the façade of everyday routines.

As the minutes ticked by, our conversation meandered away from the pain of our injuries. We found ourselves sharing snippets of our lives—stories of bedtime struggles, school projects, and the relentless juggle of work and parenting.

In that confined space of the Emergency Room, amidst the hum of medical equipment and distant conversations, a surprising connection blossomed. The shared experience of single parenthood bridged the gap, weaving a fragile thread of understanding between two individuals who had once been staunch adversaries. And in that moment, the possibility of a different kind of relationship, one built on mutual understanding, flickered to life.

The doctor's arrival was a much-awaited relief, ending the prolonged wait. He swiftly assessed our noses, popping them back into place with a discomforting but necessary procedure. With a couple of words of advice, a prescription for pain relief, and a promise of healing, we were finally given the green light to leave.

"About time," Yujin grumbled, clearly discontent with the wait. Her impatience was palpable as she prepared to depart.

"I couldn't agree more," I sighed, slightly frustrated by the delay but relieved that the ordeal was over.

As we readied ourselves to leave, a brief exchange ensued about ordering an Uber. "I'll order us an Uber," Yujin offered, already reaching for her phone.

"No, it's alright. I can handle it," I insisted, reaching for my own phone.

A mischievous glint sparked in Yujin's eyes as she teased, "How about I order the Uber, and you pay for our date?"

Her unexpected proposition caught me off guard. "Our date?" I echoed, taken aback by her suggestion. The air between us seemed to shift, the awkwardness of the moment lingering as I processed her words.

Yujin's playful grin softened into a genuine smile. "Yeah, why not? We could grab a coffee or something. You know, a gesture of truce after our eventful day."

Her offer held a sense of openness, an invitation to set aside our previous differences and perhaps explore the possibility of a new beginning. The prospect of an unexpected camaraderie, born from a day of mishaps and shared experiences, hung in the air, waiting for a response.

The agreement to grab coffee felt like an unspoken truce, a bridge connecting two previously distant shores. "You know what, I'd love to get coffee sometime," I replied, a genuine smile gracing my lips.

"Fantastic!" Yujin beamed, giving me a playful wink before swiftly ordering the Uber.

As the car navigated through the streets, we arrived at the school just in time. The atmosphere was alive with the chatter and laughter of children streaming out of the gates.

"Mommy!" Remi's excited voice rang out, her arms open wide as she dashed toward me.

"Mama!" Aria echoed, mirroring Remi's enthusiasm as she rushed towards Yujin.

Watching our daughters, identical in their joyous embrace, something shifted within me. The children, oblivious to the complexities of adult interactions, embodied a simple truth—they were friends, just as we had discovered.

I shared a glance with Yujin, our smiles mirroring each other's. There was a mutual understanding in that moment, a silent acknowledgment of the newfound connection between us. As our daughters embraced, it felt like a symbol of a beginning, a chance to build something new and unexpected from the remnants of a turbulent morning.

With a shared nod and a mutual understanding, we both stepped forward, ready to embrace not just our children but the prospect of a budding friendship—one that emerged from an unlikely collision of micro-scooters and broken noses.

“I’ll call you” As Yujin mouthed those words and winked, a rush of anticipation fluttered within me. Her playful gesture left me blushing, my mind swirling with the unexpected turn of events.

With a soft smile, I watched as Yujin led Aria away, the gesture hinting at a promise of future connection. Excitement tinged with curiosity welled up inside me, wondering what our newfound bond might unfold.

Turning my attention to Remi, I caressed her hair gently. "Let's head home, baby," I murmured, intertwining my fingers with hers as we strolled back, our steps lightened by the warmth of the shared embrace.

The day, which had started with a collision and broken noses, had surprisingly unfolded into a budding connection, leaving me curious and hopeful about the unforeseen journey that awaited—a journey that began with a chance encounter between micro-scooters and led to the possibility of an unexpected friendship.

“Mommy what happened to your nose?”

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[jaggededges123]

coffee's fiab fic roundup

not by violence (but by oft falling)

vaderwan, anh canon divergence

10,366 words, T rating, chose not to use archive warnings

major tags: time loops, whump, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, fix-it, this is a slowburn for vader and the fastest turnaround in the west for obi-wan

The Force felt heavy with promise the moment Vader woke, as if whispering in his ear that he would achieve his utter victory that day—striking down the rebellion that had plagued his Master for years. He drained himself from his tank, donned his suit with the help of his medical droids, took a mere brief moment to acclimate to the heaviness of being in it, and then made his way to the bridge to discuss the capture of the escaped rebels with Grand Moff Tarkin. Only… Vader stopped in his tracks the moment he stepped through the door, staring out the viewport with a slight hitch in his respirator as his failing lungs tried to draw in excess air. Outside of that window, there was a perfect view of Alderaan, blue-green with cloud systems swirling peacefully in its atmosphere. Vader couldn’t—how was it that Alderaan still existed? He had watched it be blown into slivers of asteroids not even one full day ago. It made no sense whatsoever. Or, Darth Vader kills Obi-Wan Kenobi on the Death Star, but the Force says “no.”

just to be quiet with you

obikin, canon divergent post war

3,459 words, G rating, no archive warnings apply

major tags: pre-slash, romantic tension, Anakin Skywalker doesn't fall to the dark side, wingman Padmé Amidala, oblivious Obi-Wan Kenobi, there was only one bed

“Senator Amidala—” Padmé interrupted him with a simple gesture he’d seen her use a hundred times on holos of the peace talks as they’d gone on. “Please, Obi-Wan. Call me Padmé, we’ve been friends long enough.” “Padmé.” Obi-Wan smiled wanly. “Of course, Anakin and I are very grateful for your accommodations. You’ve been a consummate host—” “It’s my pleasure, genuinely.” “—but I’ve noticed a very slight issue I was hoping you could help me resolve. There… there appears to be only one bed for both Anakin and me.”

Handled

eighthcest, Formula 1 AU

2,060 words, E rating, chose not to use archive warnings (ambiguous silas octakiseron age)

major tags: F1 AU, incest, bathroom sex, blowjobs, PWP

Your young uncle did not win his race—and this is a problem for you, specifically, Colum Asht. As the official—and unofficial, and any place in between those two—handler of Silas Octakiseron, any time he does not win a Grand Prix it becomes your problem very quickly.

[kcrabb88]

With My Knife In Your Back

Stuck inside the boiling brutality of the Death Star, Obi-Wan decides to sacrifice his life to the protect the Skywalker twins.

The Skywalker twins decide something different.

Suffering from a lightsaber injury and a knife wound to his spine, Obi-Wan finds that his former apprentice has left some other things behind along with the knife. A mysterious Sith poison. A message. A slow and agonizing death. The twins rush Obi-Wan back to Yavin. He's reunited with loved ones. But as the poison eats away at him, the twins must find a way to save the man who has been protecting them for nineteen years. Fast.

An ANH fix-it

And the Skywalker twins, these children he’s spent almost twenty years protecting, protect him instead. Vader—Anakin—screams. It is more than rage. It is desperation. Furious fear.  Leia and Luke each toss one of Obi-Wan’s arms around their shoulders and turn toward the ship. Solo and Chewbacca open the Falcon’s bridge. Their backs are to Vader. Something else, something dripping darkness, flies through the air. 

My fic for the @obiwanwhumpminibang with gorgeous art by the lovely @greenflower21!

[littleacebee]

It’s first day of Podcast Girls Week!

DAY 1: Favourite scene or episode

I didn’t have any creative ideas for today so I decided to simply share some of my favourite moments of podcast girlies (spoilers ahead!):

• Amelia telling a guy who took her grandma’s necklace to jump off the bridge (The Amelia Project)

• Alvina keeping dead guy in his bed while running his company (The Amelia Project)

• Anita punching Nazi (The Amelia Project)

• literally every scene where Leona eats/shows her love for food (Starfall)

• Addison saving little girl from being run over by the car in split second (Unseen)

• Medea coming to save Atalanta and Medusa on chariot with dragon (Khora Podcast)

• Anh and Alestes’ homoerotic sword fighting (Trice Forgotten)

• Alestes loving her potatoes (Trice Forgotten)

• Gloria starting a war against Ted empire (Midnight Burger)

• Gertrude Robinson and her crimes (The Magnus Archives)

• Melanie trying to kill Elias (The Magnus Archives)

• Minkowski and her harpoon (Wolf 359)

• Athena outsmarting everyone (Mission: Rejected)

• McGrath prioritising food over mission stuff (Mission: Rejected)

• Madge getting invested in her fake backstory while getting undercover (Fawx & Stallion)

• Anne and Mary’s homoerotic sword sparring (The Ballad of Anne and Mary)

• Cleopatra and Fulvia sharing their schemes and murders with each other (Cry Havoc! Ask Questions Later)

[fwoopersongs]

安和桥 - Anhe Bridge

Let me look at you again, from South to North. It’s as if the Fifth Ring Road has clouded my eyes. [1] Please tell me the story again about that day, the young lady carrying the box, and the man wiping off his sweat.

I know. Those Summer days, like our youth, are never coming back; what takes the place of dreams can only be life’s struggles and discontent [2].

I know. All that horn tooting, along with our youth, will be laughed away, leaving me trapped in the city, memorializing you [3].

Let me have a taste again - of that Autumn wine; Just keep driving straight Southwards, it won’t take too long. Let me hear it again - that most beautiful greeting of all, “Oh, you’re home [4]. I’ve been waiting for you.”

I know. Those Summer days, like our youth, are never coming back; what takes the place of dreams can only be life’s struggles and discontent.

I know. All that horn tooting, along with our youth, will be laughed away, leaving me trapped in the city, memorializing you.

I know. Those Summer days, like you, can never come back. I will never again feel this for anyone - this heartfelt excitement [5].

I know. In this world, each and every day brings too many regrets. So, hello (goodbye.) [6]

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I love this song a lot.

Someday in mid ‘23, we were sharing favorite songs and others with interesting lyrics in a group chat, and a friend dropped this link to 安和桥 (this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cr-I94YpUo4). I was listening to it and enjoying the cute drums and nostalgic lyrics, when suddenly, the first 让我困在城市里 纪念你 came up, leaving me ???? The bridge music coming in a few lines later made me cry rivers lol (I’d put two and two together with the album art - below - and the lyrics). 安和桥 has been added to my list of songs to loop ever since. 

A few months back A. (halfxin) used Anhe Bridge in a fanvid for Qihun for an event we took part in, and it reawakened something in me for this song again :D So, here we are.

[1] 让我再看你一遍 从南到北 / 像是被五环路蒙住的双眼 Let me look at you again, from South to North. / It’s as if the Fifth Ring Road has clouded my eyes.

Trying to understand this line, I looked up Song Dongye, who is both singer and songwriter. It’s the 11th song in his 2013 album, North of Anhe Bridge. There is an interview of his online with 凤凰网文化 (lit. Fenghuang Web Culture). The relevant part is translated below.

Song Dongye at his home which used to be at Anhe Bridge.

Fenghuang Web Culture: You have a song named ‘Anhe Bridge’, and the name of your album this time is ‘North of Anhe Bridge’. You've also said before that ‘Anhe Bridge is just a bridge, but she’s given me the most precious gift in my life’. What exactly is the significance of Anhe Bridge to you?

Song Dongye: I was born near Anhe Bridge. Nearly all of my childhood and teenage years were spent there. Afterwards, my grandmother came to live there, and whenever I was unhappy, I’d run back, play the guitar and sing by the river, and eat the meals my grandmother cooked. Later, the people of Anhe Bridge were evicted and the village demolished, and I brought my grandmother to live with me. At one point, I wanted to write a song about Anhe Bridge, but I kept feeling that I hadn't accumulated enough life experience to truly express the emotions I had for it.

Fenghuang Web Culture: The lyrics, ‘Let me see you again from South to North, like eyes blindfolded by the Fifth Ring Road’, are very moving. Can you tell us about the scene at the time and the feelings in this line?

Song Dongye: It was from a time when I was on the way to Fenghuang Ridge with friends. We passed by Anhe Bridge, driving from South to North. Anhe Bridge had been demolished and the Fifth Ring Road overpass was wrapped over the ruins. It was both very cruel and very comforting, so I took out some paper and wrote that line in the car.

Fenghuang Web Culture: Beijing these days is like a pot of congee, with all sorts of seasoning and ingredients thrown in together, bubbling and boiling. As Beijinger born and bred, what does the city mean to you?

Song Dongye: Well, it's home. Whatever a hometown is in a person's heart, that's what Beijing means to me. But when I say Beijing, I'm talking about the city itself, not the capital.

This is what's on the back cover of the album.

I also wondered how Anhe Bridge and the landscape in the area would look like. From the way Song Dongye and the interviewer were talking about it, it seems this is the name of an area rather than a specific bridge. So how close is it to the Fifth Ring Road expressway in Beijing? Spatially, how are they all situated?

Digging a bit on baidu maps and google maps for the intersection of the Fifth Ring Road and the Haidian District, I was able to find a Anheqiao Avenue off to the left.

This is the area on google maps.

This is how it looks on baidu.

If you're curious about how the streets look like, this delightful person did what I would have done if I lived close enough (I'm not even in the same country LOL) and got there by train to look around. They didn't manage to find it, but they did get see a lovely light installation piece that also informed about the history.

安河桥，北京地名，位于北系市海淀区中部。[清雍正二年1724年在今天的安河桥村北侧设有圆明园护军营正红旗，并在附近设“丰益仓”，为出行方便，] 在临近的河上修建了一座木桥，取“安澜平和”之意称“安和桥”。 The portion within the [ ] brackets was sourced online as the video only showed the first sentence and the last part of the paragraph. Anhe 'Peaceful River' Bridge, a place name in Beijing, is located in central Haidian District. [In the second year of Emperor Yongzheng's reign during the Qing Dynasty, 1724, the Old Summer Palace's Plain Red Banner Guards were stationed to the north of what is now Anhe 'Peaceful River' Bridge Village. The Fengyi Granary was build close to the area to facilitate travel, and] a wooden bridge was built over the nearby river. Taking its meaning from 'peaceful waters, harmonious times' this bridge was named Anhe 'Peaceful and Harmonious' Bridge.

Anhe 'Peaceful and Harmonious' Bridge (安和桥) was renamed Anhe 'Peaceful River' Bridge (安河桥) during Emperor Qianlong's reign - so between 1736 and 1796 - because of the watergate that was built there as part of flood mitigation measures.

[2] 勉为其难 life’s struggles and discontent This is an idiom meaning to be forced or be forcing yourself to tackle a difficult job, and by extension, doing it reluctantly.

[3] 纪念你 memorializing you ‘In memory of you’ would probably have worked as well here, but I liked how this sounded and stuck with it.

This specific wording when used on a person can only mean they've passed away. Which was why hearing it in the song when I wasn’t expecting it was a small shock.

I also later learnt from my friend that this song was written after his grandmother passed, and then separately found out that the album art was of them together in his childhood at Anhe Bridge.

[4] 你回家了 “Oh, you’re home.” A used ‘Welcome home’ which I LOVE.

The melody in the bridge after this line is played using the Mongolian instrument bowed string instrument, morin khuur, also known as the horsehead fiddle.

Here's the full piece for it if you want more. (I know we all want more xD it's sooooooooo AMAZING)

[5] 满怀期待 -this heartfelt excitement Literally a heart filled with hope and anticipation.

[6] 所以 你好 再见 So, hello  (goodbye.) This was just how it sounds like to me as he sings it. The hello is to his memories of her and Anhe Bridge. At the same time, it's also a goodbye with a bit of finality to it.

Credits

民谣音乐人宋冬野首张个人专辑 《安和桥北》 词／曲／编曲／吉他／手鼓／和声：宋冬野 制作人／编曲／钢琴／键盘／弦乐编写：韦伟 编曲／吉他／贝斯／和声：尧十三 录音师／混音师：陈程 弦乐：李琪＋李琪弦乐团 母带工程师／录音监制：陈东 录音棚：［粮］录音棚／乐家轩录音棚 出品：摩登天空 监制：沈黎晖 经济／摄影：牧师 平面设计：孔阳 文案：宋冬野／高飞

Lyrics

让我再看你一遍 从南到北 像是被五环路蒙住的双眼 请你再讲一遍 关于那天 抱着盒子的姑娘 和擦汗的男人

我知道 那些夏天就像青春一样回不来 代替梦想的也只能是勉为其难

我知道 吹过的牛逼也会随青春一笑了之 让我困在城市里 纪念你

让我再尝一口 秋天的酒 一直往南方开 不会太久 让我再听一遍 最美的那一句 你回家了 我在等你呢

我知道 那些夏天就像青春一样回不来 代替梦想的 也只能是勉为其难

我知道 吹过的牛逼 也会随青春一笑了之 让我困在城市里 纪念你

我知道 那些夏天就像你一样回不来 我已不会再对谁 满怀期待

我知道 这个世界每天都有太多遗憾 所以 你好 再见

[decrescendo]

安和桥 Anhe Bridge (棋魂 / Hikaru no Go fanvid)

A @cdrama-action fill for @myhamartiaishubris' prompt: "Gu Yu-centric. Something that explores his character, especially his inferiority complex, his pride, his sort of 可怜之人必有可恨之处 type of thing" + "If you feel so inclined to make it shippy with Jiang Xueming I would love that too but no pressure" FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU FOR SUGGESTING THIS SONG as the vibe, it felt so right for Gu Yu (as well as a number of other Hikaru no Go characters) and gave me all the feels. I tried to squeeze in as much Mingming as I could but the found family feelings won out haha. (Sorry for any lyric mistranslations. /o\)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55724809

[disastertriowriting]

Disaster Lineage Appreciation Gift Exchange

Fanfics:

A shower a day keeps the self-loathing spirit away by egeria - Obi-Wan gets hurt on a mission and Anakin can't mentally handle it. Snuggles ensue.

A Talk Under the Veil of the Night by StarxRox - Fives was executed in front of his eyes. Anakin can't forget what happened. He has nightmares. He hopes that they are just nightmares. But they aren't. Also Obi-Wan is the inconspicuous casual disaster child everybody believes is perfect.

Acch-To Soul, Korriban Body by Sinvulkt (Wakare) - The hound - for it had no name but hound, beast, mutant - collapsed in the dark alley, its small paws folding underneath it. Its chest felt heavy, and its breath came ragged, pained. Blood sang loudly to its ears, as did the loud men that were after it. Its muzzle was still wet from the time they tried to drown it.

Acolyte by Courtesy Trefflin - The mission to Ringo Vinda spirals downward when Tup tries to kill Luminara and Ahsoka confronts, and is injured by, Dooku's unknown assassin, called the Acolyte. There is a conspiracy involving the clones, and Anakin will do anything to uncover it when it means protecting the only people he has had left since Obi-Wan's death many months ago. (Winter Soldier AU)

Crisis of Faith by Courtesy Trefflin (Tirana Sorki) - Qui-Gon's loss isn't the only thing Obi-Wan struggles with after the battle of Naboo. The entire Order worships him as the Sith killer now, but it means having standards he doesn't know he can reach. He can't forget his master. He used the Dark Side. And he has the Chosen One to train, a padawan who is nothing like what Jedi ought to be.

Do Not Stand at My Grave by ReadingBlueWolf - After saving Naboo, Obi-Wan, and Anakin are kidnapped in broad daylight by Dooku. Frustrated by the Council's lack of response (and the old coot insisting on being called "buir"), Obi-Wan pens a few letters to Qui-Gon about the situation.

Flight Path by Courtesy Trefflin (Amina Gila) - Sidious never let him fly, preferring to keep him chained, and even though Anakin was trapped as a dragon for decades, losing his humanity and memories for a time, he has not lost his love for flying. It’s taken months for him to recover, and now that he and his family are taking a trip to Alderaan, he has the perfect opportunity to test his wings again.

Freefall by InsertSthMeaningful - Rey’s Jedi training on Ahch-To entails many things, like swimming, running, lightsaber duelling – and scaling high cliffs. One day, however she falls, and Master Luke doesn’t catch her. Instead, the Force does.

I dream of water by IceyGemini - For a long time, Luke's dreams nightmares were about heat and fire. This one was different...

Mashaw Bros, Sunset Circus by DragonflyonBreak - Come to the circus and witness what you've never seen before.

Multiples - Leia in ANH by Courtesy Trefflin - On the bridge of the Death Star, moments before Alderaan's destruction, Darth Vader is caught off-guard when a shift in the Force causes four more versions of Leia Organa to appear. Leia, who is... his daughter, apparently, the daughter he never knew he had. And Vader will do anything for his family.

Multiples - Luke in TESB by Courtesy Trefflin (Tirana Sorki) - For months now, Vader has waited for the day when he can tell Luke that he's his father. If Luke will join him, they can make the galaxy a better place. That day has finally arrived, except moments before Vader can reveal the truth, the Force suddenly, and unexpectedly, drops four other versions of Luke in front of him as well.

Multiples - Obi-Wan in ROTS by Courtesy Trefflin - Anakin and Obi-Wan have just landed aboard the Invisible Hand to rescue Chancellor Palpatine when suddenly, four other versions of Obi-Wan appear with them. One Obi-Wan is hard enough sometimes, but five? That is a whole other story. It doesn't help that they're not terribly fond of each other... or that the eldest are hiding things about the future.

Of Lineages and Hope by MiaSirtnev - Obi-Wan Kenobi never had a daughter but did have a very special Grandpadawan in Ahsoka Tano. And in matters large and small, they will always be there for each other. Always.

Ready to Respond (Do Not React) by Kefalion - After the events on Cloud City, Luke has been working on his ability to meditate. In a dream, he reaches the right frame of mind and he speaks with Yoda who shares some wisdom.

Relief by hayam - In retrospect, Dooku probably should have gone to the healers the first time he felt that sore tickle in his throat. Or that slight bit of nausea. It would have saved a lot of trouble..

Skywalker Snared by Writer_Patriot - Verifying Dooku's live capture didn't go as planned. Anakin blames himself.

Successor by Courtesy Trefflin (Tirana Sorki) - Traveling into Wild Space in search of ancient Jedi Temples and holocrons to learn from, in the hopes of rebuilding the Jedi Order, Rey stumbles onto something else entirely: the ancient world of Mortis, except... it's now inhabited by Force ghosts?

Swimming Lessons by Kittona writes (kittona) - Ahsoka plots to get her master to take a vacation; they're going to go to the beach. Sun, sand, relaxation, and most importantly, swimming. There's only one problem, Anakin didn't tell her he never learned to swim

The Time Where Anakin Became Yoda's New Padawan by StarxRox - Basically just another time travel story.

With Me As I Go by Courtesy Trefflin - When Qui-Gon died, becoming one with the Force, he could only watch. Watch as everyone in the lineage mourned him, and as the galaxy fell. But he is not about to let his master die. Or, the five times Qui-Gon tried and failed to help his family, and the one time he succeeded.

Fanart:

Just a Little Family Nap by lulek(szalik)

[morethanaloveinterest]

A Heartbroken Review of Leia's Costumes in the Sequel Trilogy

Let's talk about what our space princess wears in her final appearances.

We are first introduced to Leia wearing this jumpsuit in this trilogy. It is similar to her Hoth look from ESB but obviously with some changes to reflect being in a warmer place. It sets itself apart from her original iconic white dress and shows us that Leia is no longer the princess we first met in ANH. The jumpsuit is still a light color but with a darker vest - probably the darkest thing we've seen her wear before. Overall, it is a very practical outfit that matches her role as general of the Resistance.

Female representation: 10/10 Jumpsuits are always great, what can I say? She looks much like her colleagues in the Resistance and that is perfect for her. As a sequel to an old property, it shows a clear effort to indicate how she has changed over the years (without making her a crone or whatever).

Practicality: 10/10 Again, can't go wrong with a jumpsuit. I like the fancy belt buckle - she always liked belts, while otherwise being fairly plain.

This is the dress she wears at the end of the Force Awakens. I'm not crazy about the cutout in the bustline but it is nice to see Leia in a fancier dress, somewhat reminiscent of any of Padme's dresses. It's also a new color for her and definitely a flattering one. It represents the hope that the Resistance now has and matches the water world where her brother is hiding (as we see with Rey arriving at the end of the film).

Female representation: 10/10 Older ladies do not uh exist in many franchises, but they usually do not get cool dresses to wear when they do. I enjoy the jumpsuit but I also really like that we get a glimpse of regal Leia here, too.

Practicality: 9/10 Less practical than a jumpsuit but still pretty great. I am sure she is able to command the Resistance wearing this just as well as in anything else.

She wears this dress at the beginning of the Last Jedi until she is rescued from space. The color change from blue makes sense because things are much more dire for this film - they are fleeing the First Order and she has lost her husband. The simple design of the dress also makes sense for her (most of her dresses are of fairly simple constructions). The overdress adds a note of authority as she directs the Resistance from the bridge. She has added some jewelry, which is nice.

Female representation: 10/10 Absolutely a fantastic costume for an older lady to wear, and for our princess to wear as a mature woman. It still reflects the femininity of a character who mostly wore dresses in her younger days and conveys her status as a senator and head of the Resistance.

Practicality: 9/10 While it seems surprisingly practical for her time spent in space (it's warm, presumably), it is not as practical as her jumpsuit. It does not inhibit her movement, however, or expose her to the elements, so it's great.

This is the outfit she wears at the end of the Last Jedi. The collar is very dramatic and I love that we get a scene of her using it as such. From what we can see, the dress underneath is fairly simple and the overdress adds even more flair than the previous one. She has different jewelry on, and of course carries a blaster again, which is wonderful. Again, her color is gray because things are still a bit dire but there is hope at the end.

Female representation: 10/10 Again, these outfits are all fantastic. The neckline is a bit lower on the underdress than the previous one but she obviously pulls it off.

Practicality: 9/10 While she gets up to a lot more in this dress than the previous one, it can't be as useful as the jumpsuit.

Okay, I'm not sure how to really talk about this one since obviously it was using footage that wasn't used for the Force Awakens. But it is a dress that seems to be the same color as the one she wore on Cloud City, covered with a long vest. She still has the fancy belt and some jewelry. It's definitely in character and I like the cowl neck we haven't seen her in before.

Female representation: 10/10 I mean, I have Thoughts on how the movie itself treats her, but it's a lovely outfit that she would definitely wear in this current iteration of her. I just wish she'd gotten more than one in this movie.

Practicality: 9/10 It seems to be just as practical as the other dresses, while being just as lovely.

If you enjoyed this, check out my Star Wars for the Girlies Series (Leia episode out now!)

[nguoiyeuthebongda]

Kai Havertz ghi bàn! Arsenal thắng đậm 5-0 trước Chelsea!

Trong trận đấu bù vòng 29 của giải Ngoại hạng Anh, tại sân vận động Emirates, Arsenal đã thể hiện sức mạnh vượt trội bằng chiến thắng 5-0 trước đối thủ Chelsea. White, Kai Havertz ghi bàn!

Không chỉ ghi được bàn thắng thứ 100 trong mùa giải này ở mọi đấu trường, Arsenal còn gieo rắc muối vào nỗi đau của Chelsea tại Stamford Bridge, tạo nên một "thảm kịch" mới trong lịch sử của đội bóng này.

Dó là một bắt đầu mơ mộng!

Trận đấu bắt đầu, Arsenal đã thể hiện sự khao khát tấn công mạnh mẽ từ đầu. Chỉ trong phút thứ 4, Rice đã chuyền bóng chính xác đến, mở toang hàng thủ Chelsea.

Trossard đã lẻn vào khu vực cấm và đối mặt với quả bóng, anh đã bình tĩnh sút bóng từ một góc nhỏ và bóng đã văng vào lưới, đưa Arsenal có một bắt đầu mơ mộng.

Đồng thời, Arsenal cũng ghi được bàn thắng thứ 100 trong mùa giải này ở mọi đấu trường, tạo nên một nền tảng vững chắc cho chiến thắng lớn này.

Kai Havertz đối đầu với đội cũ

Trận đấu đang diễn ra hết sức hấp dẫn, và Arsenal đang tấn công dồn dập. Ở phút thứ 51, cú sút mạnh mẽ từ ngoài vòng cấm của Rice đã bị chặn lại, nhưng Ben White đã nhanh chóng điền vào và đá tung lưới, nới rộng cách biệt.

Chỉ sau 5 phút, Odegaard đã thực hiện một đường chuyền chính xác như một cây dao phẫu thuật, tìm thấy Kai Havertz đang chạy vào, và Kai Havertz, không khoan nhượng trước đội cũ, đã một mình đối mặt với thủ môn và dễ dàng đánh bại anh ta với một cú đánh đầu dễ dàng, rồi sau đó cúi đầu mừng, thể hiện tinh thần sát thủ của mình.

Ở phút thứ 64, Saka đã thực hiện một pha xâm nhập sắc bén từ phía cánh phải, sau đó chuyền bóng tinh tế cho Kai Havertz.

Kai Havertz nhận bóng, xoay người và tung cú sút không một chút do dự, hoàn thành cú đúp cho mình, đặt dấu chấm hết cho hy vọng phản công của Chelsea.

Ở phút thứ 69, Odegaard lại một lần nữa thể hiện tầm nhìn siêu việt của mình, tạo ra một đường chuyền kỹ thuật vào khu vực cấm địa.

Ben White đã nhanh chóng lao vào vị trí và thực hiện một cú sút nhẹ nhàng, hoàn thành cú đúp cá nhân của mình trong trận đấu này và làm cho tỉ số mở rộng lên 5-0.

Dòng tiền đạo đầy bế tắc của Chelsea

Mặc dù Chelsea có nhiều cơ hội tấn công trong cả trận đấu, nhưng các cầu thủ hàng công lại thiếu khả năng hoàn thiện, đặc biệt là Jackson, đã lỡ nhiều cơ hội rõ ràng.

Cổ động viên đùa cợt rằng nếu kỹ thuật sút của anh ta được cải thiện một chút, ít nhất mùa này anh ta có thể ghi được 30 bàn. "Kỹ thuật sút trừu tượng" của Jackson đã trở thành chủ đề được bàn luận nhiều sau trận đấu, và cũng làm nổi bật vấn đề cần được giải quyết gấp gáp của Chelsea ở mặt tấn công.

Các CĐV của Chelsea rất thất vọng và đã đưa ra khẩu hiệu: "Tôi không muốn áo đấu của các bạn, tôi chỉ muốn các bạn chiến đấu cho chiếc áo đó!"

Tình hình bảng xếp hạng

Sau trận này, Arsenal với chiến thắng ấn tượng đã tạm thời dẫn đầu bảng xếp hạng với cách biệt 3 điểm, dù đang thi đấu trước một trận so với các đối thủ. Họ đã bước tiếp một bước vững chắc hướng đến mục tiêu vô địch giải đấu.

Trong khi đó, sau khi gánh chịu thất bại nặng nề, Chelsea đã trượt xuống vị trí thứ 9 với 47 điểm, kém 3 điểm so với vị trí thứ 6. Cuộc đua giành suất dự Champions League trở nên ngày càng gay go.

Tổng kết

Một trận thắng 5-0, trong đêm đạt cột mốc 100 bàn của mùa giải, Arsenal đã mang lại một chiến thắng ấn tượng không chỉ là một bữa tiệc mừng cho các CĐV mà còn là một cuộc tấn công mạnh mẽ vào ngôi vương của giải đấu.

Trong khi đó, Chelsea, sau thất bại đau đớn, đã bị ảnh hưởng nghiêm trọng về tinh thần và vị trí trên bảng xếp hạng. Làm thế nào để điều chỉnh tinh thần và tìm lại nhịp độ chiến thắng sẽ là một vấn đề cấp bách mà họ cần phải giải quyết ngay.

Câu chuyện về cuộc đua giành chức vô địch Premier League và suất dự Europa League trở nên hấp dẫn hơn bao giờ hết với sự xuất hiện của trận "thảm họa" này.

[shrinkthisviolet]

what are your OCs doing for their moms/mother figures for Mother's Day? :)

Ooh what a lovely question!

Morgan ofc always makes a card and gets a cake for Tina, as well as a gift—usually something Tina’s been eyeing for a while, or something Morgan knows she’ll like. If she can’t think of anything, she’ll usually opt for a night out for dinner, or a night in with a movie (Tina doesn’t mind theaters, but she prefers watching movies at home). And once Henry enters their happy family, he assists too 🥰

(RF!Morgan, ofc, spends the day in mourning, since Thawne kills Tina 🥺)

Reyna’s mom figure is her stepmom, Kamilla, and the two of them have a girls’ day out on Mother’s Day! She also gets Kamilla flowers usually—yellow and orange carnations or roses. Kamilla loves them 💞 and inevitably, photos of them are featured in her next collection.

She has a tumultuous relationship with Cynthia, but on Mother’s Day, Cynthia tries to make time. They don’t do anything fancy…usually how it works out is they spend a few hours together on Kamilla and Cisco’s back porch, and they just talk (sit in silence, the first handful of years, but the more time goes on, the more Reyna has to say).

Tangentially-related: on Reyna’s birthday, Cynthia’s in-person visits are less frequent, but Reyna always finds a gift on her bed (usually something she’s desperately wanted) with a card that reads Feliz Cumpleaños, mi Reynita 🥺

Lucy always celebrates Beru on Mother’s Day, insisting on doing most of her chores—she, Luke, and Owen all band together to make sure Beru does as little work as possible on that day and her birthday (or her Life Day? Idk what they call birthdays in the GFFA). Post-ANH tho…she mostly spends Mother’s Day in mourning. So do Luke and Leia 🥺

Amelia ofc celebrates May, and then Rosalie after she’s adopted (with some grief mixed in, because May was her first mom), and then both of them post-Snap. The latter is the most fun because…reconnecting with May is easy. The harder part is bridging her and Peter with Amelia, Otto, and Rosalie, and Amelia jumps at every chance to do so. She always celebrates both her moms in tandem 💞

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