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K-Pop Debuts and Comebacks for the Second Week of February (Feb 6-12 2023)

Feb 6

Raina - The way we were

After SChool's main vocal Raina is back with an emotional piece.

SEVENTEEN BSS - FIGHTING ft. Lee Young Ji

SEVENTEEN's chaotic and talented trio BooSeokSoon have fun in this playful banger!

SUNGHWI - In other season

Indie artist SUNGHWI sings of a time from the past in this wistful piece.

Feb 7

No releases.

Feb 8

Im Changjung - I'm a fool

Famus singer-songwriter Im Changjung is back with another touching ballad!

Feb 9

December - Strange farewell

Solo artist December croons of a heartwrenching farewell.

Feb 10

109 - Say You Love Me, Please

Korean singer 109 drops a sweet track about a young couple.

Feb 11

MSG Wannabe M.O.M - Confessing my love

Seasonal Korean super group MSG Wannabe's M.O.M unit drops a soothing ballad!

Feb 12

Ahn Ye Eun - Wandering

Kpop Star season 5 runner up Ahn Ye Eun is back with another unique and interesting piece.

What is your favourite release of the week?

[ikigaisvt]

our dawn is hotter than day.

in which you and your boyfriend says i love you for the first time surrounded by his friends.

pairing: jeonghan x reader, seventeen x reader (in a friendship way lmao dw) words: 1.6k content: fluff warnings: talk of drinking (like two times but it's not a main theme), reader sits on jeonghan's lap, reader kisses jeonghan's cheek, they hold hands, jeonghan's tucks reader's hair away from their face, pda ig?, petnames (for reader: angel, baby / for jeonghan: hannie) note: jeonghan's instagram post from a few days ruined me,, he's my bf :( this idea was mostly @homerunhansol so credits to her for this story (and for making me delusional about hannie 🫶) thank you bb! minors can interact with this fic but pls don't follow! comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated, pls don't forget

You thought when you would meet Jeonghan’s bandmates – his soulmates if we’re being truthful, that it would be nerve-recking. You thought you would be stuck to your boyfriend’s side, never letting go of his hand and always looking at him only, never meeting anyone’s eyes. No matter how many times he said in a reassuring tone you will be just fine, you didn’t believe him. You knew you were going to be anxious and there was no way around it. At least, you thought you knew.

What you never expected is – as the forever introvert you are, that you would get along with them this well. Since you walked into the place the 13 boys have rented for the weekend, it has been a constant exchange of laughter, smiles, drinks and food. Even the most introverted boys – such as Wonwoo or Soonyoung (who’s the shyest of the band, surprisingly) have opened to you. What you have realized in this little time together is that there is a snippet of Jeonghan in every single one of them. And that makes them feel like home, as if they always were just this much to you.

That’s how you find yourself, enjoying the night away, as it is still young, with 13 boys. You and Booseoksoon, which you have learned are the entertainers of Seventeen, enjoyed the karaoke together, singing at least 5 songs before the eyes of the other boys whom are clearly amused. A few times Chan joins you four to add some humor to the performance - and Seungkwan squeals every time or Jihoon adds some of his beautiful notes into the background. You have spent most of your night away from your boyfriend as he watches you from the couch, smiling and giggling, a beer in hand, at the way you are getting along so well with his favorite people in the world. It truly is a gift to see you this happy with the ones that made him into who he is.

As the night get deeper and colder, you find yourself at the campfire with most of the 13 boys – some of them being too tired to continue the night, to settle down and talk some more. Sat down on Jeonghan’s lap, in one of his comfiest hoodies, you talk and laugh with the boys as they share some of their funniest stories. You think your favorite one so far is about the famous Dokyeom and Seungkwan fight in Jeju.

It’s after almost an hour outside that you feel Jeonghan pulling you closer by the waist, resting his head on your back.

“Angel,” you hear him whisper softly.

“Hm, what is it, Hannie?” you answer quietly, turning around a little to see him look up to you with doe eyes.

"Are you enjoying tonight?" your boyfriend asks you, his eyes shining so much you wonder if the galaxy didn't find a home within him.

"Yeah, I am!" you tell him with a shy smile, knowing he's going to tease you with an I told you so even though it never comes. You see Jeonghan thinking about his next words, the teasing still ever present in his eyes when you hear a voice calling for you.

"Y/N!" Dokyeom says loudly to catch your attention, "Come talk with us!" he adds, sitting next to Seungkwan. You give them a thumbs up before turning around in Jeonghan's embrace, giving him a kiss on the cheek and squeezing his hand.

You spend the next hour or so sat down with Dokyeom and Seungkwan as you talk and laugh as if you knew each other for years. You only look up once or twice to look at your boyfriend, your eyes locking every time. If you were more attentive to him, you'd see how he'd be distracted by you, not being able to hold a conversation with anyone, including Seungcheol. He knew, when he first asked you to meet his members, that it would pull at his heartstrings. Despite all your beliefs, he knew you would fit in just well and they would welcome you with arms wide open.

He never really took the time to think about what it could mean for him. To see his favorite people love each other this much. He was hit with a wave of familiarity at the scene, as if his life always was like this, as if you were always just right by his side. However, what hit him the most at this instant, as he hears your laugh meld with Dokyeom's, was love. For some months he had been thinking of how much he loves you; he felt it mostly when you'd cook his favorite meal for him after he'd tell you practice was hard on this day, he could feel it in the way his heart would miss a beat when your eyes crinkle up in a smile or when you'd cling to his shirt, when he joins you in the middle of the night, making butterflies erupt in his stomach. But the moment he could feel it the most was right now: seeing you be your true self around his own people made him realize he wanted to provide this safe place for you for as long as you wanted him to. If you needed an island to rest on, he will be one for you.

It's after a few minutes, when Dokyeom decides to go to sleep and Seungkwan gets in a chaotic conversation with Chan, that you join him again, finding rest on his lap once more. As you talk lively with Seungcheol, the idea of playing mafia game pops up in the conversation which gets everyone excited.

After 2 mafia games - one won by Jeonghan as a mafia, the other one by the mafias again, which you were a part of, you can feel the sleepiness seeping through your bones. As you and your boyfriend were already eliminated from the current game, you fully let yourself rest against your boyfriend, your head in the crook of his neck, his hands keeping you still at the waist. You feel yourself drowsing off to the sound of Jeonghan's laughter, losing it at some of the boys' competitiveness.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, "do you want to go to bed?"

"No, no," you whimper, shaking your head slightly, "Wanna stay here. With you." you confirm, grabbing his hand tightly.

"Okay, angel." he says in a short chuckle, "But let me know when you want to go, hm?"

"I will, don't worry. Thank you, Hannie." you say sweetly, looking at him. The stars found a home in her eyes, Jeonghan thinks to himself.

"I love you." he says in a mutter, entirely to himself, thinking you're already dozing back to sleep.

Yet, he hears your giggle and feel the smile forming as your cheeks hit the curve of his neck.

"I love you too," you answer, still giggling. "Why are you saying this so suddenly?" you murmur, hiding your head deeper in his neck so no one can see the blush covering your cheeks.

"First of all, I didn't think you'd hear that and-" he says in a pout, as you look up at him, seeing a blush on his face.

"I can't believe the Yoon Jeonghan is blushing." you tease softly as you start to play with his fingers.

"And-" Jeonghan starts again, ignoring your teasing - even though a small smile makes its way on his lips, "I do really love you. Seeing you tonight, with all of them, tugged at my heartstrings." He explains, brushing your hair out of your face, "I felt like you were comfortable around them and it just makes me want to have countless days and nights with all of you. I just realized how I want to be with you forever." he confesses, still looking down at you, your eyes welling up with tears at his words.

"You know, why I felt this comfortable tonight?" you ask, waiting for his answer which comes in a shake of his head, "Because they really feel like you. Not in the I'm-in-love-with-you way- because yeah, I am in love with you, but- I just see parts of you within them. In their actions, in their kindnesses, in their words; that's why I felt so safe. They are people you love," you say as look around to see them still playing mafia game - Mingyu on his knees, begging Seungkwan not to kill him, making you snort, "You all grew up together, you taught each other how to be good people, and you did it pretty well. I don't think there'd be a single soul who would not feel safe with any of you." you tell him, holding his hand, "I was nervous about meeting them all, I wanted them to like me but tonight I realized it would be pretty damn hard to be hated by them-" you chuckle softly, your eyes meeting, "That's why I was so myself tonight."

"They'd never hate you." he whispers, "Not because they are good people - God only knows these idiots can be petty as well," he sneers, all the love in the world showing up in his eyes, "but because they saw how you made me happy, day after day. And that was enough for them to love you. It will always be enough." he tells you, eyes still locked, "Also- I am in love with you too." he adds as Seungkwan screams out in despair for losing while Chan stands up and does a silly dance to celebrate his victory, making you both laugh out loud at their antics. You look up briefly at the sky, seeing the stars still shining bright even though it is becoming brighter as the minutes passes by. I don't think I will be able to sleep anytime soon, you think to yourself as you feel your heart buzz with excitement, your boyfriend pulling you closer by the waist. But after all, as 13 boys once said, our dawn is hotter than day.

thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it 🫶

[callsign-rogueone]

glad it was you

Bodhi Durran x reader (darling) words: 2.2k 🏷: no book spoilers, set pre-FW (year of the revolution). mentions of parental death (reader's and Bodhi's -- Calldyr executions), lots of crying on everyone's behalf, Bodhi is a sweetheart :( bb bo and darling are awkward lil cuties, more husband!bo coming soon maybe (I really want to continue this storyline... so much glorious fluffy angst planned for them pre-Basgiath), proofread with intense brain fog so uh. yeah

June 628 

You wake to the feeling of a warm hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently. You hum sleepily, turning to see your parents sitting on the edge of your bed.

Something must be wrong, very wrong, if they’re here right now, waking you up, but they don’t seem panicked — so this emergency, whatever it is, must not fall into the same category as the house being on fire.

You rub the sleep from your eyes, sitting up. 

“There’s something we need to tell you,” your father says softly. “Your mother and I have been involved with the revolution, helping them transport weapons and gather information, funding them through the company.”

You blink, still trying to wake yourself up, and to process the information. Your parents, involved with the revolution? You’d known that Xaden’s family was involved, and Bodhi’s, but… 

You suppose that explains how your parents met them.

There’s a sinking feeling in your chest. “Why are you telling me this now?” you ask softly, even though you already know deep down — this is a conversation that would have happened in broad daylight, if it could, yet they’d woken you up in the middle of the night, and they’re fully dressed, ready to go out… 

“We’ve been discovered. If Riorson’s scout is to be believed, then we have about an hour before Navarre will be at our doorstep.”

Your heart drops, your mind racing. “We could run — to the summer house, or leave Tyrrendor entirely, and…”

He shakes his head, taking your hand gently. “We will not spend the rest of our lives in hiding. We have given so much to this cause, this fight — we will not stop now, and we will not turn our backs on friends.”

The look in his eyes tells you that they’ve both accepted this, that they’ve seen it coming, that they are as prepared to be carted away to gods-know-where, to whatever cruel fate that Navarre will give them, as they can be.

You cling to them both tightly, realizing that this may very well be the last time you can do so.

“You’ll be okay, dearest,” your mother soothes, fixing your sleep-mussed hair — always searching for perfection, even at a time like this. “You’ll be the lady we raised you to be, and Bodhi will protect you. He’s a good man. I hope that you can learn to love him.”

It all makes sense now. They’d rushed to marry you off because they knew this was coming, and needed to secure a future for you before… this, whatever it will be. You don’t want to imagine it.

The look in your father’s eyes is enough to confirm your suspicions. “I’m so sorry, princess. We did everything we could to keep from being discovered — and that meant keeping this from you, until now.”

You finally start to cry. He hasn’t called you princess in more than ten years, when you ran to their room during a thunderstorm and begged to sleep in their bed with them, where it was safe. You certainly feel like that scared little girl right now, not the lady they want — need — you to be.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “Laurents don’t stand idle.”

Your father holds in a sob at the words, the reminder he’d given you dozens of times over your seventeen years — ranging in meaning from go socialize with the party guests to speak up for what is right. 

“Our dear girl, all grown up,” he whispers, shaking his head. “We love you so much. I’m sorry we didn’t say it often enough.”

Your mother continues stroking your hair. “We left everything to you, as you’ll be of age in a few months. Look after your brother and sister.”

Oh, gods, the twins. They’re still asleep in their rooms down the hall. Is it better to wake them, so they can say goodbye, or to let them have one last peaceful slumber, unknowing of their parents’ fates?

“We’ll tell them,” she says softly. “Not the whole truth, but… that we’ll be gone, for a while. And we might not be back.”

Your head is still spinning, but you shove down the swirling thoughts and pull back the covers. “I’ll go with you — to talk to them. I should be there.”

You throw a silk robe atop your nightgown, not bothering with slippers as you follow them down the hall for what may very well be the most difficult conversation of your life.

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one week later

You manage to gather the twins into your arms, letting them hug your legs and hide their faces in your skirts. “Don’t look,” you say softly. “Hold on to the stones. They’ll protect you.”

You grip your own tightly, holding it in a fist that you rest on your younger brother’s back as he shakes with sobs.

You have never met the rest of these kids, only Xaden and Bodhi, but your heart breaks for all of them — there must be over a hundred here, from teenagers to infants. You pray that some of them are too young to remember this moment. 

Someone guides you back by your upper arm, turning you to face him — Bodhi. He lays a hand on your back, the other on your sister’s.  

You know what is going to happen in a few seconds, but for a moment all you can focus on is the warmth of his touch, the look in his eyes as he pulls you closer, silently tucking your head into his collar.

He hardly knows you, but he is holding you as tenderly as one would a lover, shielding you from the sight behind you and wrapping you in warmth and security.

You close your eyes just before you hear the screaming — then it stops. You nearly crumple to the ground, knowing what that silence means, but he holds you steady, keeping you upright as you tremble.

There’s a muffled sob from your left hip, distracting you from your own grief. 

They’re both still covering their eyes, as you’d directed. Thank the gods.

You settle onto the ground, not caring about the rocks that dig into your legs nor the dust that covers your skirt as you embrace your siblings, letting them cling to you and cry into your chest.

“Just keep looking at me,” you tell them, sniffing away your own tears. “We’re okay.”

There’s the sound of shifting gravel as Bodhi kneels down beside you, one hand still on your back, smoothing up and down idly. 

You don’t know how long you remain there, the four of you wrapped up in each other, crying wordlessly.

Evidently too long, as a soldier comes by to shoo you away. How much more cruel can they be, to force you to watch your parents be killed, and then chase you off like animals?

You glare at him, but know better than to say anything.

Bodhi hefts your sister into his arms, letting her cling to him and sniffle into his shirt collar.

You take your brother's hand, momentarily stunned by the sight of your arm, the spiraling black pattern that runs from your wrist past your elbow. You can see a matching one on your sister, and another peeking out from Bodhi’s sleeve.

“We’ll be okay,” you whisper down to your brother, as much of a reassurance for yourself as it is for him. “We have each other.”

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another week later

“She’s in the sitting room,” Anna says quietly, gesturing to the left. 

Bodhi thanks her, entering.

He hasn’t been here since that party your parents had hosted, the one to celebrate your engagement — that had completely blindsided you both.

The house looks different now, dim and bare; walls that were once covered in paintings now decorated only with rectangular patches of darkened wallpaper, furniture missing, likely having been taken away for auction.

You sit not in the two great chairs your mother and father would always occupy, rather at the end of a small couch, your sister asleep with her head in your lap as you stroke her hair absentmindedly.

He supposes you’re the lady of the house now. You look the part, poised and refined even without an audience. He’s never seen you with your hair up like this before. It looks remarkably similar to your mother’s, a neat and simple updo.

He can barely spot the black swirls peeking out from the top of your gloves — the fabric extends past your elbows, a bit longer than is fashionable, but you’d likely chosen them to hide the mark you’d tried so hard to wash away. You’d scrubbed your skin until it cracked and bled, to no avail; this is magic, that can’t be undone with soap and a washcloth.

You finally notice him standing in the doorway — with nearly all of the staff gone, there is no one to announce his presence. “Bodhi,” you greet, flushed. “I’d stand, but...”

He gives you a soft smile. “It’s okay. We don’t need to be so formal anymore.”

He has a point — you are legally married, and with your parents gone…. You motion for him to sit across from you. 

“How are the twins?” he asks quietly, nodding toward your sister.

You gaze down at her — she finally looks peaceful, for the first time this week. You wonder what she’s dreaming about.

“They’re sleeping through the night now,” you answer, “but she’ll hardly let me out of her sight. I think she’s afraid I’ll be next.”

He exhales, sitting with the admission for a moment. He himself is old enough to understand the situation, but a child… he can’t imagine what it must be like for those even younger than the twins.

“How are you?” you ask gently. 

“Managing,” he answers, truthfully. He looks like he hasn’t slept well, deep creases under his eyes and exhaustion dragging his shoulders down. 

He takes a breath. “I wanted to talk to you about… us.”

You smile at him softly. “I will not hold you to the terms decided for us by our parents, if that’s what you’re asking. I know neither of us had any say in the matter.”

You can’t tell if the fleeting look on his face is disappointment or relief. You haven’t been able to label many of your own feelings lately, haven’t had the time to.

“If you want to have it annulled, I understand. But even if we don’t have a… traditional partnership, I’d like to be there for the three of you. I enjoyed what little time we had together, and I hope we can become friends.”

“I’ll leave the decision to you. But I’d like that,” you say quietly. “It would be nice to have a friend — someone who understands.”

He realizes that while you and your sister are dressed in mourning black, there are no condolence cards on the table, no flowers... It had taken a few minutes for someone to answer the door, and the woman who had looked genuinely surprised to see anyone.

There will be no callers, no cards, no flowers. You’re entirely alone. Your family’s allegiance to the revolution has ostracized you. You’ve been shunned.

“Of course,” he says warmly. “I’ll continue to write, but… maybe I could start coming by once a week? Or whenever you want, just… just to talk?” he rubs the back of his neck nervously, wondering if he’s overstepped.

“I appreciate the offer, and I’d like that very much, but we’re going to move in with my grandmother next week,” you say quietly. “In Tirvainne.”

That explains all the missing pieces, and the lack of staff — you’re slowly letting go of everything, and everyone, before you leave.

“That’s where Xaden is moving, too. So I’ll have twice the reason to come visit,” he says with a soft smile. 

You return it, but there’s still a profound sadness in your eyes as you do. “You’re a good man, Bodhi. I’m glad it was you.”

He looks a little flushed at the comment, but takes it in stride. “I have no doubt in your ability to care for them, but you shouldn’t have to do it alone. If you ever need anything, I’m only a letter away,” he says softly, standing to take his leave.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Your sister still hasn’t roused, finally sleeping soundly — you won’t disturb her, lest this be the only sleep she can get. She deserves the peace, anyway. 

So you stay in place, not having moved an inch since Bodhi’s arrival a few minutes ago, watching him leave.

You wish he would have stayed longer, but what would you have done if he had? What would you possibly have discussed, if not the events of the last week? Would talking about anything else be a dishonor to your parents? It certainly wouldn’t feel right to enjoy anything right now, but sitting with him in complete silence would be preferable to being alone with your thoughts.

You run your fingertips over the cover of the book you’d brought down as a distraction, but had been unable to pay attention to, your mind otherwise occupied.

In another life, marrying Bodhi would have been nice. You’d have a calm, comfortable existence, with charity functions and needlework and nights at the ballet, walks along the river in summer and ice-skating in the winter when it freezes over… and eventually, a house full of children to do it all with. Your parents would come to visit every month, and spoil them rotten. The two of you might have even fallen in love.

Maybe it’s selfish of you, but you’d pick that story over this one, a thousand times over.

[the-force-awakens]

Saw a gif set of Poe sticking up for Holdo, and now I'm thinking about how Poe is first to notice not one, yet TWO self sacrifices in tlj

Oh yeah, I think about that a lot. So much so, that I made a gifset about it once. It's something that I think goes over people's heads, by and large, just judging from how they talk about Poe in that movie -- but the sheer fact is, the movie opens with Poe doing the exact thing that Luke does. He goes out, one man against an army to give the Resistance more time to evacuate, by offering himself up as bait.

Poe recognizes a self-sacrifice, because...he's tried it. We see him do the same thing, it just largely gets overlooked because what happens is that it doesn't work. That's the horrifying fact for Poe: he's convinced that the most he can offer the Resistance is his own noble sacrifice, and if in the meantime, he can take down a fleet killer that could kill them all later? That's even better. But instead, Poe survives - Poe survives, again, let us not forget that he's also the only one, save the First Order and BB-8, that night in the village - and instead he has to reckon with the fact that people under his command have died again, while he hasn't.

"Dead heroes, no leaders" in my perspective, tlj is by and large Poe being forced to reckon with the fact that there's more to him and more to this fight than just dying for the cause. One thing I'm noticing throughout my chronological reread of stuff that's about/features Poe heavily, is that there is this desperate need for purpose that guides him, and that purpose seems to truly be to be a soldier, a hero that can pull of last minute miracles, and if he happens to die for the right reasons at least it'll be for the right reasons, and if he gets a little adventure in between, that's even better. That elusive search for that purpose pushes him off Yavin in Free Fall, and he's still struggling to find it when he's with the Defense Fleet in Age of Resistance.

So, Poe's spent majority of his life wanting to be a soldier like his parents. In some ways, he thinks that's what he's best at. When Leia implies that she can see more in him after L'ulo's funeral in the comics, Poe is confused - he can't see that potential in himself. And then even after he understands what she's trying to tell him, in the Enshado arc, he mentions to Snap that he prefers being a pilot, and not have to make the hard calls or moral decisions that command has to - for Poe, he's more than happy to be t he person to jump into the fire and do what's necessary, even if it costs him his own life. He doesn't fear death, he doesn't even fear it in Free Fall when he's just sixteen/seventeen years old, and it's clear that he still doesn't really by the time the movies roll around.

And TFA, he was originally supposed to be the martyred hero. And he still almost is - but that sacrifice is aborted, and suddenly Poe is the survivor of that mission to Jakku. And the First Order is so much larger than any of them could have ever imagined - so he offers himself as bait, to give the Resistance some time. He could have easily died, during that initial run. He strapped experimental tech that hadn't even been tested to his X-Wing, just to give him an edge, so the Resistance could finish evacuating. He was ready and willing to die for them.

And he knows, first hand, more than anyone else in the Resistance, just how big the First Order is. He puts himself between them and the ship he was just held captive and tortured aboard for days - and decides that if nothing else, the dreadnought has to go because it's a fleet killer.

(And sure, no one in that battle went into it for the "right" reasons. Every Resistance officer in that fight wanted a fight. They've lost people, just lost their home, lost their only support - and I've no doubt that's also going through Poe's head.)

But then...Poe isn't the one to make the sacrifice. It's everyone else, and it's on his command. And he knows it was the right call to make, because the Resistance can't be killed by a fleet killer later (good thing, too, since the first order ambushes them) but...he still lost people under his command, and he has to deal with the worst weight of leadership: being the one to survive.

And then he straight up gets grounded. Like, his X-Wing is destroyed. Poe cannot be the kind of hero that he believed he was anymore - that soldier/rebel pilot to run headfirst into things. Now, he's pushed into the role that Leia normally is: the one to stay behind, and trusting an important mission to someone else. Being the person that everyone tries to come back to.

And it results in Poe becoming what Leia knew he could be all along: someone people could trust and be inspired by to follow, to fight for. When the Resistance feels that it can't trust Holdo, they trust Poe. And under the threat of total obliteration, and the knowledge that they're officially the last line of defense between the galaxy and the First Order, and almost dying several times and losing so many people he was friends with and almost losing Leia - I really do think Poe realizes he doesn't want to die, he wants to live for the Resistance, for the galaxy, and not just die for them. He knows, now, that there's more to him than a noble sacrifice, and he sure as hell doesn't want the people who died while he got to live's deaths are in vein (we see that lampshaded explicitly in tros).

Poe recognizes a self sacrifice when he sees one, because it used to be the first thing he'd think to do. But by tros, we see that he cares less about a noble sacrifice, and more about surviving -- which is the biggest hurtle he's maybe overcome, considering how little he's always feared death.

This is already a touch incoherent and rambly because I'm tired, but I think - I think the slightly tragic thing about Poe is that he wanted to be a soldier like his parents. But he got so good at it, that he ended up flying straight into being a leader - and that terrified him, because that meant that Poe had outgrown the purpose he's been seeking his entire life, and it also means that he has to carry a lot more burdens, including the burdens of when his plans go wrong. He can't be the person to die with his squadron, he gets to be the one to survive and carry their sacrifice with him.

[fromcold]

There's something about seeing live action bb!Ahsoka fretting about commanding her troops to their deaths which is an absolute gut punch. She's so obviously a child here in a way that feels different from the animation. She should never have been put into that situation. Not in a "Jedi = bad" way because as Anakin says, it's fight or die and they didn't have any other option, but what a thing for her to go through. I think Ahsoka experienced being a Padawan in a fundamentally different way to either Anakin or Obi-Wan and it irrevocably coloured the way she views being a Jedi. Cut to her at sixteen or seventeen, no longer even a Jedi but cutting down Mandalorians with ease. Ahsoka was trained in war, she was trained by the man who became Darth Vader, of course she's going to wonder if that's all she is. I've talked before about Anakin thriving during war but Ahsoka does too. Teenage Ahsoka decapitating four Mandalorians in a single blow. And the only friend she has who can relate to what she's going through is Barriss, and look how she turned out.

[megamindsupremacy]

Star Wars Fic Recs (Part 4)

In a warped time by Lochcamaen

In a single moment, history is changed forever and Depa Billaba is faced with a life she was never meant to have. -

Grow bold in a barren and desolate land by blackkat

The Jedi Order has fallen, and the Republic along with it. That will never mean that the Jedi are gone, however, or that the fight is hopeless.

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sand on memories and armor by loosingletters

"Uncle Ben, Boba is messing around with Cody's weapons again!"

"Shut up, Luke!"

A family can be you, your former Commander, your apprentice's son and an eighteen-year-old with identity issues. Obi-Wan's life on Tatooine is slightly different than he thought it would turn out to be.

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Favors by cosmicocean

“There’s no one else here,” Leia tells him. “No one waiting in the shadows. Just us four and the droid.”

The man looks at BB-8 warily, and then back to Leia. “I don’t much care for droids,” he says, in a low rasping voice.

“They’re a friend.” Leia leans on her cane. “Aren’t you going to invite us inside, Din?”

The man stiffens. “You must be confused,” he says coolly. “My name is Ket Diric. This is my farm. Din Djarin died some years ago.”

Leia looks vaguely amused and inclines her head. “My apologies.”

Where Leia needs an idea of where to look, and seeks out an old acquaintance. -

Today is the day that nobody dies by omegarose A brief rewrite of a scene from ziggyzigzagged's "Ib'tuur Jatne Tuur Ash'ad Kyr'amur" where the fight in the reactor room doesn't end in Maul or Qui-Gon's death.

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The Two Sons of Tatooine by chronicbookworm

Rejected by the Jedi Order at the age of 13, Obi-Wan Kenobi's ship is taken over by pirates, and he is sold as a slave on Tatooine and adopted by Shmi Skywalker. Elsewhere in the galaxy, clones are being created and a war is brewing, but the Skywalker family have their own concerns: the rising storm that is the slave revolution.

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Life didn’t end when the world did by alyyks

It had not happened like this.

As a matter of fact, this—whatever this was—had never happened at all.

Obi-Wan leaned over the man spread over his lap, afraid to jostle him and hurt him further, and felt a braid over twenty years gone slide over his shoulder. The man in his lap was older than Obi-Wan had last seen him, grey streaking his dark hair where the red of blood was not hiding it.

The Force works in mysterious ways. Sometimes its visions are rescue signals. Sometimes good things happen.

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Mand’alor bal kaysh vod’ika (the mand’alor and his brother) by sometimes_i_right

Xanatos decides sending Qui-Gon's new apprentice to an offshore mining rig is too obvious. Obi-Wan Kenobi winds up on a nameless spice freighter, and Jango Fett finds a new family.

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Volatile memory by jessepinwheel

Obi-Wan is seventeen and reeling from the end of the Melida/Daan's war when he tries to return to Coruscant and the Jedi Order he had left behind. In one world, the Force sends him away to find his footing and grow, safely away from its all-consuming power. In this one, it sends him home to the Temple, swallowing him whole in the process.

Or: Vokara Che adopts a possessed traumatized seventeen-year-old boy. Because somebody has to.

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Lost and Found by plodder

Nearly ten years after Order 66 and the fall of the Republic, two lost and broken men find each other on Tatooine

[miz-orque]

Jimmy Kurosaki: Despite his wealth and calm demeanor, he's still under the boot of everyone else. Baby, how could you work for gang leaders?? IS THAT WHY YOU HAVE EYES IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD?? He has defence mechanisms, but as far as we know, bb can't fight because it's either: one - beneath him, two - ruins his brand lol, or three - not his forte; he has been stepped on most of his life so he uses his talents and complacent behaviour to get by.

Like the man was literally held in his own studio by complete strangers, being watched by a seventeen year old 😂😂 he's kinda pathetic and I love him for that.

[namjoohyuk]

just seen jun and yeonjun doing their respective challenges on tiktok… barefaced jun is so embarrassingly beautiful i’d refuse to film with him without a full face!!! What the fuck!!!! And yeonjun is no joke ok, but i had to look at the videos three times at least before i was able to look away from junhui… sabrina i think i’m in love… this is the kind of situation where the bias choose me I didn’t choose the bias like Harry Potter’s wands except it’s a different kind of wand bye

THIS IS BAREFACED JUN?????? OH MY GOD….,,,,,very very handsome boys. jun is just….idk what else to say but i hope his fans know how to fight bc i will constantly swerve in their lanes. also i told myself seventeen was my last bg that i would stan but something about yeonjun gives me an itch that i need to scratch BUT i can’t bc he’s my sister’s bias and she told me specifically NOT to look at him 😭 i’m fr brave but praying for you bb

[booshi-hoon]

Seungkwan got absolutely wrecked during the 5th anniversary video 😩😩😩. Love both hosh and boo and it was magnificently painful to watch

[cherrychapati]

cherry/milo, she/her

about me: bi, i am always either sleepy or absolutely hyper, sings (mediocre), plays more instruments than brain cells can handle, constant gay panic, simp for skz, chronic procrastinator

music:

spotify in bio kids i listen to absolute bops

skz, ateez, bts, txt, seventeen - your local kpop nerd

taylor taylor taylor

olivia rodrigo, maisie peters, gracie abrams

obsessed with musicals - Hamilton, be more chill, hadestown, avpm, deh (not the movie ew)

Books

complete and utter book nerd, I read more than I sleep

SIX OF CROWS AND CROOKED KINGDOM kanej my loves <3

rwrb my chaos dumbass boys

Take a hint dani brown, a pho love story

riordanverse

anything by Elizabeth Acevedo and Madeline Miller

the flavia de luce books

classics nerd - current faves are frankenstein, emma and Fahrenheit 451

Shows

kdramas bb - business proposal, goblin, true beauty, tale of the nine tailed, hometown cha×3, legend of the blue sea, scarlet heart, hwarang

the untamed

heartstopper

good omens

sherlock

carmen sandiego (she's so hot fight me)

sex education (only s1 so far)

[lyssismagical]

72 w Parkner pls 🥺

just some bb fluff between the Keener-Parker-Stark family uwu

*

“I'll see you in a few hours, babe,” Morgan says, leaning up to kiss her partner. “I love you.”

Saylor smiles and gently pushes a strand of hair behind Morgan’s ear. “I love you too. Have fun. Tell them I said hi.”

Morgan and Saylor have been together for three years now, having met in Morgan’s third year of college, studying to become a teacher. Saylor’s in med school.

They live together in New York, only a few hours’ drive away from Stark Towers where Harley and Peter live.

She hasn’t had a day off between school and her job as a teaching assistant, not to mention having just gotten a puppy with Saylor who needs constant attention and care.

The drive to Stark Industries is a little boring, traffic a little heavier than usual on a Saturday morning. She feels a little bad about not spending the weekend with her partner who’s also rarely free, but she also hasn’t made the trip to see her family in quite a while.

Harley and Peter are sitting at the breakfast bar, knees touching and Harley’s laughing bright and loud at something Peter must’ve said. They both look tired, despite the weekend beginning, but she knows the business has been under some heat lately.

Peter’s up, out of his seat as soon as he sees her, pulling her into a warm hug. “I’ve missed you, bug. How are you? How’s Saylor? How’s school?”

“Let her breathe, darling,” Harley says, leaning over his husband to ruffle Morgan’s hair. “You want a coffee?”

“Yes, please, traffic was awful.”

Harley smiles and heads off towards the kitchen, leaving Peter to fuss over Morgan.

“You look tired, have you been sleeping alright?”

“Peter, I’m fine, I promise. I’m twenty-four, you don’t need to worry about me like I’m still fourteen.”

He sighs wearily, it’s obvious it hasn’t exactly been an easy week for him. “I know. But you’ll always be my little bug.”

“I’m good, really, Peter. I’m happy.”

Harley returns, pressing an old Iron Man mug into her hands. “How’s Saylor? I miss that kid.”

“They’re good… Busy, that’s for sure. Med school, the internship at the hospital, taking care of Nova. We’ve both been busy, but they’re happy. They’ve got the weekend off to just play with Nova and rest.”

Peter goes to respond, but his phone ringing cuts him off. “Sorry, I should probably… Hello?”

Harley sighs, leading Morgan to the living room. “It’s been complicated lately.”

“I heard, is everything okay?”

“One of our rival companies, they’re fighting dirty and it’s putting a lot of pressure on us. We’ve already lost a few employees, as well as some investors because of them. But we’re making progress and it’ll all blow over soon enough.”

Morgan nods, pulling her knees up to her chest on the couch, tucking herself into the warmth. It’s the same old couch that Tony bought decades ago, there’s a few photographs of her here when she must’ve been two to four years old, her dad holding her in his lap. On one hand, she knows why they haven’t bothered to replace it, every memory of Tony is important to all three of them and seems almost wrong to get rid of anything that belonged to him. But on the other hand, it really is just a couch. An old, worn-leather couch, with rips in the seams and stains along the back.

“Peter looks exhausted,” she says, watching carefully as Harley’s face shifts into worried sadness.

“He is. You know how he gets when it comes to anything surrounding your dad.”

Peter slips into the room, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’ve gotta go. I’m sorry to cut this short, but PR needs one of us downstairs.”

“I’ll get it,” Harley offers, already bringing himself to his feet.

“No, it’s okay. You took the last one. I’ll go, sort this out, I’ll hopefully be back within an hour or two. I’ll bring takeout for lunch, sound good?”

Harley sighs and Morgan knows she makes the exact same expression as he does whenever Saylor picks up extra hours at the hospital or stays up all night to study.

She’s never really known the two of them apart, she was too young to remember them before they got together, way back when they were eighteen and nineteen. They’ve been together ever since, bar the one time in college where they split up for nearly four months, long-distance having become too much for them.

She’s never known Harley without the permanent wrinkle between his brows from the constant worry of dating a selfless superhero. She’s never known Peter without the messy curls, having given up gel and product when Harley convinced him he looked better without it.

When she was young, she always worried that she’d never find love the way her parents did, the way she saw Harley and Peter, so unconditional, so pure, so endless. She worried she wouldn’t find the person who was clearly meant to be her other half like Peter is for Harley and Harley is for Peter.

But then she met Saylor.

“Bye, bug, I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

She hugs Peter goodbye, settling back into the cushions beside Harley.

“How did you know you were going to be with Peter forever?” Morgan asks. She adores the way Harley’s expression goes gentle and nostalgic and loving.

“Peter likes to say that he knew when we met, that very first time, at the cabin. But I don’t think it was ever quite that simple, you know? I knew I loved him when we were in college and he was in Massachusetts while I was in California, and I woke up one day, and found Peter in my dorm room. He’d flown all the way out, on his long weekend, just to spend time with me. He was sitting next to me, reading the book I had to write an essay on so he’d be able to me. It was so simple, so easy, and it was clear, in that moment, that I could do that forever. Wake up next to him, live in simple domesticity with him.”

“And you wanted to do that forever?”

She knows that moment with Saylor, too. They had come home from a long day at school and a long evening at the hospital, and they had picked up her favourite meal for dinner on the way home. They had curled up on the couch together, eaten dinner, and watched a movie, and smiled when Morgan had ranted about the antagonist of the film.

“For as long as he’d have me.”

“And you’ve never once gone back on that?”

Harley shrugs, eyes far away. “I fucked up in college, I nearly ruined the best thing I’d ever had, and that’s the biggest regret I’ll have to carry with me. That’s the only regret I’ll ever have about our relationship, is hurting him and losing four months with him.”

“I think I want to ask Saylor to marry me,” Morgan says. She’s certain about that, but god is she ever nervous. “I love them more than anything.”

“I know.” Harley nudges her with his shoulder. “Every time you talk about them, you get that same look that I see on Peter’s face constantly. And that- that’s a lot. I see it on Saylor’s face too, when they talk about you.”

“You do?”

Harley’s smile widens. “I do. It’s clear how much that kid loves you. And if you’re even a fraction as sure as I was when I proposed, then you should go for it.”

“How did you do it?”

“It’s about as dramatic as you’d expect from us. He was-” Harley stops, swallows visibly. “He was dying. He’d been hurt while on a mission and I was there, I was holding him and he was- he was dying. Bucky had to physically restrain me while Sam got him to help… It was the most scared I’d ever been.”

“He was okay, though.”

“Yeah, somehow he always is. He was in that goddamn hospital bed and he was so high on pain killers and I just, I asked him to marry me.”

“That simple?”

“That simple.”

Morgan laughs a little. “And he said yes?”

“He did. He said yes. And when he was released from the hospital, he laughed so hard he cried because he couldn’t believe that’s how I asked him.”

And god does Morgan ever want that with Saylor. She loves her partner like crazy, loves them to the moon and back, she never wants to go another day without them, she doesn’t want to spend another second without being able to call her partner, her fiancé.

“I want to marry Saylor,” she says again.

Harley grins. “I’m proud of you.”

“For being in love?”

“For being unapologetically you and going after what you want.”

Morgan leans into Harley, his arm coming up to wrap around her shoulders. “You think they’ll say yes?”

“No question about it, kid.”

“If they do…” She trails off nervously. “Would you and Peter walk me down the aisle?”

Harley presses a kiss to her temple. “We would love to. And I’m sure we could have Nova trained to be a ring bearer in no time.”

Morgan laughs at the thought of her clumsy, bouncy little puppy trying to do anything with finesse.

Peter returns with lunch a little while later.

As soon as he walks in, he drops the bags down on the table and says, “I want a baby.”

“What?” Harley lets out a little surprised laugh and Morgan bursts into giggles at the absurdity.

“Quinn brought her baby in for the meeting because she couldn’t get a babysitter in time,” Peter explains, pouting childishly. “And I want one.”

Harley shakes his head, more dumbfounded than disagreeing. “You want a baby.”

“I want a baby,” he repeats. “I want a little tiny thing with ten fingers and ten toes and a beating heart.”

Morgan laughs again, walking up to hug Peter. “God, I missed how absolutely crazy you are.”

“Okay, darling, how about you eat some food and we’ll talk some more later?”

It’s not a no and Peter grins triumphantly.

“When did you know that you wanted to be with Harley forever?” Morgan asks before she can stop herself.

Peter’s smile widens and he looks to Harley with the softest, most lovestruck eyes she’s ever seen. “I was fifteen.”

“Fifteen? You were seventeen when we met.”

Peter slides a hand over Harley’s shoulder, tucking himself into his husband’s side. “I was fifteen and I was here with Tony. Right here, actually. We were having a lab night and he mentioned something about a potato gun kid. And I asked him to tell me about you. About dumbass Harley Keener who didn’t know when to stop, who was talkative and loud and sarcastic and annoying. Harley who helped save Tony’s life. And I thought, wow, if anybody would know what it feels like to be me, it’d be Harley.”

“Really?”

“I googled you later that day and I scrolled through your mom’s entire facebook, wondering just who was special enough to stay in Tony’s head for so long, so fresh. I told Ned, I said to him, I’m gonna meet this kid and I’m going to marry him one day because who else is worthy of my love than somebody who could save Tony Stark’s life.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not! It’s all true. Ask Ned, he’ll tell you.”

Harley rolls his eyes in pure adoration. “You never told me that.”

“I was embarrassed and then it didn’t seem relevant anymore.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting to learning things about you, Parker.”

Peter grins up at him. “Like how I want to have a baby?”

“You two would be amazing dads,” Morgan says, almost shyly. That part of their relationship isn’t talked about very much, how they might as well have raised Morgan, filled in the spot that her dad left when she was so young. “Any kid would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, bug,” Peter murmurs.

“If you take tomorrow off, we’ll start researching, alright?” Harley bargains. A day off is hard to come by with Peter, but with an ultimatum like that, Peter can’t possibly say no.

Peter kisses him in response.

April Parker is the flower girl at Saylor and Morgan’s wedding that fall.

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[userpoe]

for the characters ask game: each of jedistormpilot? 🥺

You coming in with all three of my babes, bless

Rey:

First impression: I thought she was incredible, relatable, and a complete sweetheart.

Impression now: can you please be a little less relatable hon??? can you bls do that? I love her lots and I love the emphasis she has on found family because that's everything to me

Favorite moment: mhm that's a toughie. She's got a lot of great scenes! But I think it's actually the sequence when they meet Zorii, cos that scene just...showcases all the reasons I love Rey? She hangs back, observant and inquisitive at first (ignoring Zorii and instead asking Poe for more information), then immediately leaping into action once her friends are put into danger, and once the threat is dealt with, offering her hand to Zorii and showing her compassion and gentleness. It's just 😘👌 fantastic

Idea for a story: I'm not sure tbh! I'd really like to see her struggles with connecting to the spiritual side of the Force explored though.

Unpopular opinion: I like her arc in TROS, but I especially love that Leia trained her...I also like her dynamic with Kylo because *munches popcorn* villain/heroes having complex dynamics and having to work together is my bread and butter even if I do spend an inordinate amount of time watching the sequels cheering "WRECK EM BB" when they fight

Favorite relationship: jedistormpilot babey

Favorite headcanon: I like to think that Rey's mom was a pilot in the original Rebellion, who knew Dosmit Raeh - the pilot Rey's helmet once belonged to - and Rey was actually named after her.

Finn:

First impression: I loved Finn so goddamned much you guys. I thought he was incredible and sweet and so fucking funny, he was one of my favorite parts of the Force Awakens.

Impression now: MY BOY. MY GENERAL. I still love him so fucking much??? He's literally the best okay.

Favorite moment: when he fights Phasma, because "rebel scum" has lived rent free in my head since 2017.

Idea for a story: canonically Finn goes undercover aboard the Finalizer (which. Damn. The big dick energy), and I like the idea of him nearly getting caught but a handful of stormtroopers help him and then in return, Finn breaks them out and brings them to the Resistance. Cos you know... rescuing people aboard the Finalizer's kinda his thing.

Unpopular opinion: I have no idea if this is unpopular or not but watching Pacific Rim Uprising last night really made me wish John got to keep his English accent for Finn instead of them going for an American one.

Favorite relationship: again I'm saying jedistormpilot because I literally cannot and will not choose between his dynamics with Poe or Rey because they're both seratonin rushes.

Favorite headcanon: I really really love the thought that Finn might be from Corellia. Don't ask me why, but I just think it'd be so fucking good.

Poe:

First impression: In the theaters it was a very eloquently thought "oh no, he's hot" followed by a "I'm in love" about five minutes later. I really liked that he was sarcastic but wasn't an asshole, because I honestly just....from what we knew about Poe before the film dropped, I was expecting that? So Poe being this very confident, sarcastic, gentle and encouraging man was a big surprise and an even bigger reason I fell as hard as I did.

Impression now: this character...means so damn much to me. The only other character that ever really meant this much to me was the Doctor when I was a kid (I say that like he still doesn't). Poe is a huge, huge comfort character for me and I just. Love him a lot. In ways my neurodivergent ass can't fucking put into words.

Favorite moment: *wants to cheat and include the ending of issue 13* okay from the movies? Probably the TIE Fighter escape or the rooftop scene in TROS with Zorii. I love the escape sequence just cos of how Star Warsy and fun it is - and it's a great example of Poe's personality? The rooftop scene I love because it's just...a really great moment of vulnerability from him. OH GOD AND THE HANDTOUCH? When he's trying to decide what to do with Finn and Rose's plan and goes to Leia to gather his courage and resolve and he puts his hand on hers I just. gOD.

Idea for a story: I really want to write a fic based off a dream I had last November where I was on a mission with him, Finn, Rey, Kaydel, Rose and Beaumont...but I don't know if I'd want to write it as a reader fic or damerey fic (I think it'd be appropriate for a reader fic, since it prompted me into getting back into reader fic).

Unpopular opinion: I don't! Think! He's arrogant!! This comes up a lot in some canon novels and it drives me batty everytime because like... he's confident yes he can be smug sometimes yes, but he doesn't try to be impressive (most of the time) he just says the truth that he has the experience to back him on. The fact that "vainglorious" "self-involved" and "narcissistic" are all terms that have been canonically used abt him annoys me to no end. He's cocksure, yes, but for every positive thing he has to say about himself, he's got even more praise and encouragement for the people around him.

Favorite relationship: Poe and Leia. Like. God. They're everything to me.

Favorite headcanon: I like the idea that when he was seventeen after he left Zorii (and toppled a criminal empire good for him), he stayed with Yegar on the Colossus for some time before he got the courage to see Kes again. I also headcanon that Poe is kind of....an amplifier for the Force.

send me a character!

[ethereal-engene]

17 and 18 for the photocard ask !! im so curious 👁️👁️ also how r u bb?? <3

Brb about to fight TUMBLR 😃 IT DELETED WHAT I TYPED. But anyways hi buy byuuuu!

I’m doing okay! I was stressing over chem basically all of yesterday but I’ll survive! I have 2 weeks left 😭 Anyhow, I hope you’re taking care & doing well! And if you’re not or if you are, I send you my hugs from here to there <3

thank you for sending in an ask!! I’ll happily satisfy your curiosity

──・──・・ ♡ ・・──・──

17. Favorite PC backing?

🧍🏻‍♀️ yes I know the question says one but like this is essentially a duo & meant to be shown together! It’d be odd to just show one instead of it together. My other PCs don’t really have too much of a cool backing (no offense to them 😭)

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18. Favorite PC concept?

Okay I actually can’t pick but I really love like flower fields or fields concepts along with group photo concepts (if we’ll count that as a concept 😩)…

wait I also really love just nature-y concepts 😭 my indecisiveness is peaking but to sum it up nature-y concepts!

I really want & like those concepts because I feel like it highlights the members’ beauty & combining it with nature. PLUS THEY ALWAYS LOOK SO GOOD & CUTE AND IT MAKES ME SOFT

Like specially speaking, I really love SEVENTEEN’s my choice photocards & Stray Kids’s NOEASY photocards!

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signing off with much love to you byu 💗

[hmsblackswan]

Happy Birthday Ara!

ARA!!! The crew of the HMS Black Swan has somethin’ to say to ye!

Lily @mimikookie said: Congratulations! You’ve leveled up in life ^-^ Happy happy birthdayyyyy!!!! We only started talking on February 6 (hehe yeah that's right it's an exact date), but I can already tell we're going to be great friends. Thank you for being so approachable and letting me annoy you with meaningless conversation daily. I hope you spend your day smiling because you deserve it! You're such a nrice soul. I really appreciate our growing friendship and I hope we keep talking for a long time. Since I stink at expressing my true feelings, take this joke:

ahem What did the fried rice say to the shrimp?

DM for the answer bahahahaha... Happy birthday, Araceli ^-^ (I used your full name because I think it sounds pretty. Fight me.)

Minnie @armysantiny said:  Happy Birthday Ara! I hope you enjoy yourself, eat as much as you want and stay happy!

Fluff @hoebii said:  Hey baby happy birthday! You're 17 now :DD (cue SEVENTEEN RIGHT HERE GWENCHANA GWENCHANA)  I'm go glad to have gotten to know you babe, you're so talented, smart, beautiful and everything amazing! You're such a nice girl bub I love talking to you so much. I hope you have a blast! Ily baby maknae  ❤️

Dee @xiaokoo said:  hey Ara it's your favourite lettuce!!! Happy birthday  🎉 🎉 🎉  You're 17 and one year closer to becoming a hag. I just wanna say that you are one of my best friends here on Tumblr and I am very very happy that I got to meet you. Even though you're constantly teasing everyone you are adorable and perfect. I hope you have the bestest birthday filled with joy and laughter!!!!  💗 💞 💕 😊 🎉

Lillia @moccahobi said:  Happy Birthday bb! I am so glad that we've become friends! Every conversation and moment together are very treasured to me! You're so amazing and smart! I hope you have a wonderful birthday!

Marria @tae-cup said: Ara arararararara!!!! My lovely amazing talented beautiful incredible wonderful wife!!!! You’re now 17!!!! Exciting!!!!! Another year has passed! I’m soooo glad I’ve met you because who else would I be a chaotic brat with? I love you so much, soulmate <3 Happy birthday!!!

Kas @voiceswithoutlips said:  Happy Birthday my precious raracube  I hope you have a great day birthday today!! You're my precious bean, you are so smart and kind and such a mature person, like I couldn't have asked for a better maknae! You are such an amazing writer and you work so hard, I'm very proud of you babie  I hope your birthday is full of happiness, you deserve it <3

Crystal @seoulphiles said: Hi Ara!!!! I hope you have a wonderful birthday filled with love and cake and lots of things as sweet as you are! You're so easy and fun to talk to!!! It's honestly like we've known each other wayyy longer than like a couple weeks. Life is so much brighter with you around. Enjoy your day to the fullest  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Sunni @jinings said:

Dearest Ara,

   My honey bun sugar plum, you’re my very first adopted Tumblr child, and for that reason you have a special little place in my heart. You’re turning seventeen today which!! I’m so happy for you and proud of you for. I know I say it a lot but it’s true- I am proud of you. I’m proud of you for existing, for being so kind and sweet to everyone you meet no matter what. I’m proud of you for doing your best all the time, even though I know it’s tough. I’m proud of you for doing your best to sleep on time, for being my sweetest little junior concierge and everything that you do. You bring joy to the people around you and you make everyone else so so happy. I’m so honored to call you my friend, and I hope we can stay friends for a long time!

Love, suNNI ☀︎

Rid @taegularities​ said:  Hello, dear Maknae!! You're finally an almost-adult and despite being a baby, I just want to tell you how proud I am of you!!! You're so smart, funny, beautiful and awesome, a super talented writer and overall CUTIE and I couldn't be happier about being able to call you a part of our family. I hope you have the greatest year and achieve anything you want - Mom loves you, baby  ❤️

Duda @biaswreckme​ said:  

ARARA, my beautiful rainbow-infused space unicorn,  THE HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO YOU!  I wish you the best of days and year, my beautiful mother who is 10 years younger than me and dares to call me a boomer. I love you girl and your beautiful and busy and golden maknae brain  ❤️

We love you, Ara! And don’t you forget it! <3 <3 Everyone go check out her blog @heejinnien​ where she posts AMAZING!!!! Scary!!! Content!!!! Among other things! If that sounds like your jam, you’re in for a treat. :)

WE LOVE YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

- The crew of the HMS Black Swan

[dvrlingrenjun]

boyfriend!minghao

okay i feel like you guys want actual imagines but making bulleted point is so much faster and i feel like you guys like these- or at least i like them so yeah.

and i'll be taking a different approach w this one so :D

infatuated minghao.

tbh i didn't know how to word this like 'what minghao is like having a crush on someone' but i'm just calling it infatuation.

i feel like no one would know that minghao ever had a crush on anyone.

maybe a few people, but i think minghao would rather keep those as privacy things and how do you even tell people you like someone anyways?

like someone just gangsta walks up to their friend and says "yo i like this one person."

???

ANYWAYS-

minghao having a crush would be super low key but once someone puts the two and two together, it would've been obvious.

i have a feeling that sometimes minghao would daydream about them? or glance their way if they were in the same room as him.

and minghao would smile at his crush for every little interaction that happens. LIKE THAT SMILE FROM THE GIF^^^

like 'omg did that really happen???' 'iT REALLY DID-'

dates with minghao.

dates with minghao would consist of mainly late night sudden dates, like him texting at three am asking if you wanted a quick ice cream run.

different from late night dates, mid-day dates are a little bit more planned out. and at least you know when you're going out but anyways, i can imagine one of the dates of being in a park during spring.

anywhere outside during spring is prime time for a photo shoot, especially including the late night dates.

so best believe minghao is going to take pictures of almost everything including you.

also matching clothes during dates???

yes please.

we all know minghao is a fashionista, he would help you choosing your clothes for formal events or even for your dates!

(and he's secretly going to make you guys match)

also imagine being in a savage duo with minghao! (that's if you're like thughao :] )

everyone would burn at the comments both of you make. but dw ! nothing is taken too seriously :) and if it does both of you would apologize.

slightly going into the pda section??

i don't really think he would like to share dates or do pda when seventeen is around, not that he wants you to avoid them.

it's just, i feel like he wants to be intimate when there isn't anyone around. the most skinship he would do in public is hand holding.

but trust me when it's just you and minghao, he clings onto you like a koala. no, like a baby koala.

other than the "no showing big affection in front of my members" sometimes there were slip-ups.

for instance, lets say you were eating out with minghao and the rest of svt until you realized you needed to be somewhere. you stood up abruptly, looking at the time on your watch.

"oh shiz, i gotta go bb. love you."

you peck his cheeks and quickly ran out of the resturant, also waving goodbyes to svt.

on the outside, minghao would play it cool even though he is blushing HARD in front of svt, as if that situation was normal. but inside, minghao wanted to jump and squeal from the affection. slightly embarrassed that it happened in front of his friends, but he was proud. :D

kisses with minghao.

if it was the first time during the relationship, he would not initiate it ever. if he did, he would think and worry that the relationship going too fast for your liking or you weren't ready.

but after that, he would love your cute lil' kisses =].

i feel like minghao loves nose kisses or booping your nose... just me? okay.

but imagine just minghao barging into your place and the first thing he does to greet you is holding your cheeks then giving you a quick nose kiss. BYE IM CRYIN

if minghao had to choose nose/cheek kisses or lip kisses (?? that sounds weird but whatever)

he would have a little bit of an inner dilemma but he would ultimately choose the first option, the main reason is because what i said earlier.

nose kisses isn't as intimate rather than actual kisses and he would always try to avoid making you uncomfortable. so he chooses nose kisses :)

everyone in svt would always try to make anyone comfortable but i'm getting those big vibes from minghao. i don't really know why lmao.

but when you give him long lasting kisses he wouldn't mind it at all. in fact, he would smile in adoration!

would he or not be jealous?

trick question, i don't see him as a jealous person but i also see him at least a little bit jealous??

maybe depends on the situation, like if someone hits on you. i don't think he would be jealous but i think he would be a bit bothered.

but when someone gives you physical attention then he has a problem. only minghao gets to hug you and play with your hair >:(

i honestly don't know-

i would say around 75% not jealous and 25% yes he is jealous.

fights with minghao :(

no one ever likes arguments or serious fights, but things like these helps both individuals to grow closer or fully break apart.

remember i mentioned thughao? he would most probably start spewing out nonsense because of the fact he was so caught up in the argument.

also, i feel like minghao is a really calm and patient person, so when fights like these break out. something must have snapped for him.

the argument will come to a stop when someone leaves the room to cool down. leaving both of you to sulk in the situation in different places.

i don't think he would be one to immediately apologize at first. if minghao is in the wrong, he hates being said he was wrong and stand his ground.

but when it comes to you, he still won't admit it but he wouldn't be as harsh with anyone else.

if you haven't come to say sorry first, he would wait for a week or two and come to your place late at night (again 😗) and apologize.

and let's hope you two make up :D

after the fight.

after the argument, minghao would go back to the first stages of when you two started dating.

a bit more cautious because well, he doesn't want another fight to break out again.

but this behavior of him would probably pass when you say jokes or something like that.

when you're sad.

i think when you're sad minghao would be a little like the argument one??

like he would give you some space but not completely.

if you're asking for advice, he would give you the first thing that pops into his mind.

and i see minghao as a great advice giver or even just listener, so maybe it will help :)

overall.

overall, being in a relationship with minghao would be a realistic but fun relationship!

if you get what i'm talking about-

he wouldn't be really touchy or affectionate as the next person but it's still there :)

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“Quit it! You’re hogging the blankets!” Jedistormpilot (Rey is from JAKKU, she gets COLD ok??)

“Well, that’s your fault for not having an adequate supply of blankets, isn’t it?” Rey retorts.

Easy for her to say, Poe thinks. She’s rolled herself into a cozy little cocoon, twisting like the whirlwind that she is until Poe’s comforter was fully enshrouding her. Finn sits beside her, looking to be a combination of amused and wanting to get some sleep already.

“Right, because this is my fault,” Poe says, hands on his hips as he studies their situation. “You know that bed wasn’t made with three in mind?”

That’s not exactly true, though. He can still remember deserting his childhood bed to wedge between his parents, seeking shelter from his nightmares by basking in the safety only they could provide. Still, it was a tight fit even then, never mind accommodating three adults. Not to mention the fact that sleeping in his parents’ bed is still something he’s trying to wrap his head around. It’s the only surface in the house that will fit all three of them and sleeping separately was decided to not be an option, so here they are.

A series of happy beeps draws his attention and he looks down, finding BB-8 at his legs with spare blankets in tow. Sure, she had dragged them across the floor from the hall closet but she’s doing her best.

“Yeah, buddy, those will do just fine,” Poe says with a grin.

“Here, let me help,” Finn says, sliding off the bed.

Rey watches them closely as they gather up the cloth offerings from BB-8 and start to rearrange the bed. It reminds her of porgs nesting. She feels suddenly self-conscious as she remembers just where they are. This is Poe’s home. The one he grew up in. The one he hasn’t been back to since he had left it at seventeen. She wonders if her attempts at teasing were off the mark in this instance.

“It would get so cold at night on Jakku,” Rey says suddenly, beginning to unravel herself from the comforter. “Sometimes it was so cold, I couldn’t sleep. Cloth was hard to come by, wool even harder. I would get scraps sometimes, but others… it was making a choice between scraps of cloth or food for the next week. It’s hard to forget the things that were my whole life. But this is your home and—”

“Our home,” Poe corrects her.

Finn touches the pilot’s arm briefly. “That’s what we decided, right?”

Rey frowns. “Yes. But I think it’s still important to respect this place as the home you grew up in.”

Poe flops onto the bed on her right side, Finn on her left. They scooch in to fit on the bed, keeping her nestled safely between them.

“Yeah, but… I think it’s time to fill this place with new memories,” Poe says. “It’s been empty long enough.”

Finn pulls one of the spare blankets up over himself, lying on his side and watching Poe and Rey get comfortable. “You know, I never thought about having something like this? It wasn’t even on my radar for most of my life. I thought the First Order was my home. The other troopers were my family. That’s what they teach you, that’s how they breed loyalty. But it was a lie. This is my home now and you’re my family. I want to make new memories here with both of you.”

BB-8 beeps in agitation from the side of the bed. Finn laughs along with Poe and Rey.

“Alright, I want to make new memories with the three of you,” Finn says, amending his previous statement. “But I don’t think we need to erase the past to do that. We are who we are because of it, because of the things we’ve been through, apart and together.”

“What he’s saying is that if you hog the blankets, we forgive you,” Poe says with a grin.

“I was getting to that, thank you,” Finn says, smacking the pilot over the head with a pillow. “Let me make the cool speech for once.”

Quickly finding herself in the middle of an ensuing pillow fight, Rey decides they’re both right. Although old memories may have shaped them, it’s the new ones that will shape their present. The past has its place, but it needn’t be the lens through which one views their future.

…that, and she’s not above using the Force to win a pillow fight.

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