I was talking to @mithen about Kenny and Kota and she pointed out that they’re kind of the opposite of Sami and Kevin. The Golden Lovers want to fight one more time and then never again. Kevin and Sami want to fight forever.
“They’re different ways of holding each other as precious, you know?” -mithen
rated m for dirty talk, creampie kink, idk i just wanted to write a jimin soulmate au but whoops my finger slipped?? :/
recommended music: where the lines overlap by paramore! it’s my favourite paramore song EVER :)
Summary: there’s an ancient Chinese folklore of the
red strings of fate that connect one person to another. These two people
connected by the red thread are destined lovers, and the magical, invisible
thread may tangle or stretch, but it will never sever. You’ve never believed in
these mystical threads of fate like everyone else, but one day you suddenly
gain the ability to see the threads connecting the people around you.
The door slams shut, jolting you out of your peaceful
reverie. If it had been anyone else, you’d be beyond annoyed to be interrupted
while doing your weekly readings, but not when it’s him. The person in question
knocks gently on your door before peeking his head in, strands of his bleached
dove gray hair spilling over into his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at the
sight of him.
“Hey, I got dinner on the way back,” Jimin’s cheeks
round out into a smile that reaches all the way to the crinkles at the corners
of his eyes. Every time he comes home he’s constantly sweaty and worn out, but
it’s part and parcel of the life he chose as a dance major.
Tossing aside your notes, you follow him out into the
small dining area of your shared apartment, still in your sweats. When he makes
a move to sit at the table, you give him a playful swat on his chest.
“Shouldn’t you wash up first? If I’d known you were
this gross, I wouldn’t have agreed to room with you two years ago,” you pretend
to wrinkle your nose at his sweaty form, all while ignoring the way his shirt
is moulded to his chest.
“Says the one still in her sweatpants. Looks like
someone isn’t that hungry tonight,” Jimin smirks back, reaching across the
table to grab the box of takeout that you were in the midst of opening. “I
could totally do with those extra calories after Hoseok hyung cracked down on
“I’m just kidding Chim,” you hastily snatch back the
takeout box just as he opens the lid of it, the delicious smell of hot noodles
and fried pork slices wafting into the air. “Oh my god this smells so good,
I’ve been starving all day!”
“Wait, Jinwoo didn’t come by? It’s your free day
right? I thought he usually comes by to hang out in the afternoons,” Jimin
pauses in his chewing to study your expression carefully, but you’re too busy
inhaling mouthfuls of stir fried noodles.
“Jinwoo oppa said he was busy today,” you say around
a mouthful of vegetables and noodles. “He has that huge midterm coming up next
week, so I told him he should stay home and study.”
Jimin looks like he’s about to say something snide
about your boyfriend of nearly 6 months, so you stuff a large piece of meat
into his mouth instead.
“Yes I know, he was busy last week and the week
before that too, but we’ve been dating for a while so we don’t need to see each
other so often. We’re over that honeymoon stage already.” You say in a
dismissive tone, focusing on chasing the remaining few strands of noodles
around with your chopsticks and avoiding his gaze.
A/N: I tried :D…anyway, I started on this last summer and completely forgot about it until I was scrolling through my google doc files. I started working on it again so here’s the finished product (again, i tried :D)!
Just putting my two cents on this stupid drama even though most of the awesome reylo fam have stated this.
“no one-to-one equivalent of the Han-to-Leia, burning, unrequited love. In our story, that’s not a centerpiece.”
Using common sense and not reaching like petty coughant*scough you can pretty much understand what he said.
no one-to-one equivalent of the Han-to-Leia ➜ He’s bluntly stating there is no carbon copy version of HanLeia in VIII, nor should there be.
burning, unrequited love.➜ If you’ve done your research, you’d know Rian is prequel defender. You know he’s not talking about HanLeia. There’s nothing in their whole relationship that was
Which OTP is he talking about which had “burning, unrequited love” in the prequel trilogy? ANIDALA.Anakin had an unrequited, burning love for Padme during most off EP II. She was rejecting him until the end of the film.
In our story, that’s not a centerpiece.
➜ Rian’s basically saying neither HanLeia or Anidala’s relationships are even remotely similar to the new (reylo/ also counting finnrose) relationship VIII.
“that’s not a centerpiece” What does centerpiece mean?“an item or issue intended to be a focus of attention.” In contrast to Ep II, where the love-story was the main focus. Does that mean there will be no romance? NO. Because he did not state that.
This is perhaps the best news for Reylo Fam because, Kylo in the general public is still not viewed in favorable light. He killed his father and has done heinous acts, all reminiscing of his grandfather. He’s not fleshed out enough for the general audience to side with him completely. They don’t read canon metas, databanks, books (like bloodline) like we do. We’re ahead of the pack a bit too much, so, to expect romance between Kylo and Rey so fast, it’s not what we should have. Kylo has to have full redemption arc. We need to see much more of his struggle against the light, more on his background, why he turned to the dark side. Adam Driver stated “Humanity” when asked about how Kylo was going to be like in VIII. Same with Rey, we need her to be fleshed out a bit more. More of her struggles as an orphan. Both of their struggles, shown throughout the film. This will
strengthen the connection between them. CONNECTION. This is where Rian is headed towards. A deep, fulfilling, perplexing connection they will have. They’re both tortured souls, both longing to belong. Carrie saying Rey is very forgiving. FORGIVENESS. It’s the meaning of Star Wars. Forgiving and pushing forward. Rey’s forgiveness and Kylo’s humanity.
Remember these lovely Rian J tweets?↴
The Red String of Fate (simplified Chinese: 姻缘红线; traditional Chinese: 姻緣紅線; pinyin: Yīnyuán hóngxiàn), also referred to as the Red String of Marriage, and other variants, is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. Often, in Japanese and Korean culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger. According to Chinese legend, the deity in charge of "the red thread” is believed to be Yuè Xià Lǎorén (月下老人), often abbreviated to Yuè Lǎo (月老), the old lunar matchmaker god, who is in charge of marriages.
The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmate or a destined flame.
and in relation to that, this gem from Kylo’s canon databank
❝ He sensed his destiny and Rey’s were somehow intertwined, but how?❞
Something BIG is gonna happen in the trilogy, and it will be done in the slow-burner process. Deeper than any other OTP from the SW saga, it’s the first of it’s kind… It will change SW, bring the balance and cement the force-bond theory for the first time in the sw movies… Reylo.
According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. […] The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soulmate or a destined flame. ”
For as far back as human history goes, soulmates have been destined. Two — or more — people, woven together in a tapestry of love, drawn towards each other by the same need that pulls the ocean to the shore, or as strong as how the stars need darkness in order to shine.
Some would say that, like words being written to be read, what was the point of being in love if it was not with your soulmate? What was the point of existing if you had not met your soulmate?
How do you know you’ve met your soulmate? you demanded of your mother one evening as she tucked you into bed, her stories of love and fated lovers meant to send you off to sleep. Instead, they simply heightened your endless curiosity on the subject.
“The flowers,” your mother replied simply, shrugging her shoulders and giving no other explanation.
You did not find out anymore until you were seven, too young and distracted to notice the thin, nobbling vines bearing white flowers when they first appeared at the tip of your index finger, crawling and twisting down the length of it.
When you finally did notice, you rushed to your mother in confusion, demanding an explanation for the sudden, tattoo-like picture that had appeared on your skin, seemingly out of nowhere.
Without telling you much other than to slow down, your mother sat you at her feet, pulling your hand up close to her face for inspection. She traced the flowers with her finger, all the way up to where they stopped, just below the curve of your wrist.
“Do you know what these mean, Y/N?” asked your mother. You shook your head, a frown creasing your forehead. “These are the marks of your soulmate. I’ve told you about soulmates before, haven’t I?”
At that, you nodded. Stories of soulmates, of long-awaited love and fated lovers, had been your favourite ones to hear of. Sometimes, your mother would pull back her sleeve and show you her arms, how her flowers — red in colour, a bright contrast to your white ones — extended until they covered her entire arm. (“I met your father a little late,” she would admit with a chuckle.)
“The flowers will only stop growing once your soulmate has touched them,” your mother told you.
Analysis on the ending of Kimi no na wa (Your name)
WARNING: LONG ASS POST. SPOILER AHEAD. AGAIN. THIS IS NOT A SPOILER FREE
POST. I ALREADY WARNED YOU.
Makoto Shinkai did it again. Kimi no na wa is a very
heartwarming, tear-jerker, cheesy, and romantic movie. Unlike the other Makoto
Films, Kimi no na wa has a “happy ending.” Yes, you will not feel any regret or
pain after watching this movie. But still, it is a roller-coaster ride. The
movie will make you laugh hard, cry like a bitch, and scream like a kid. It is
one of those movies that will leave a mark to your heart.
Being apart of the Kingsman, of course, has its perks and Eggsy’s favorite is by far is the fact that he gets to travel for free. His passport has seemingly pages upon pages of stamps, which reminds him of how fortunate he is for being apart of something greater than he’ll ever be.
He’s thinking of this now as he’s leaning over the balcony of a hotel, champagne in hand, somewhere in the heart of Athens; with a beautiful girl next to him.
Ever since the two of you met, there’s always been an underlying sense of something a little more than friendship. Between the overnight missions, undercover work, and just being around each other; you’ve grown incredibly fond of the boy from Westminister, as he has to you. Just being around you is Eggsy’s balm; You calms him, in a sense. You just get him like no one else has. Maybe it’s because you understand what it’s like to be raised in a broken home, maybe it’s because you know what it’s like to be undervalued and tossed to the side. Despite what it might be, Eggsy is not blind to the fact that what he feels for you is something barely short of nirvana, and it feels like a thousand fireworks and falling into the unknown.
He turns to look at you now, watching the lights of the city illuminate your face, making you practically glow in the dark of the night. Your hair is tied up in a messy bun and you’re wearing a sundress, the heat of the Greek air even being apparent at night. As you discuss the beauty of the city, Eggsy can’t seem to focus because all he can seem to think is how beautiful you are.
You’ve known you’ve loved him for a while, you suppose. You never really believed in destiny or fate or anything of that sort. It always seemed childish and unrealistic, with the life you lived before the Kingsman. But Eggsy– Eggsy changed that for you.
There’s a momentary lull after you finish talking of visiting Athena’s Temple, a natural, easy silence falling between the two of you. You can feel him looking at you, and you’re wondering if this may be the moment that changes things for the two of you, that you’ll surpass the friendship; and become the lovers you’re destined to be. You turn to face Eggsy and he’s closer than you had originally thought, and your breath catches in your throat because he’s looking at you like you surpass the city of beauty.
You subconsciously move a little closer to him, shoulders now touching and you swear you can feel him melt into your touch. His fingers brush across the tops of your knuckles against the railing, and your gaze drops to where his fingers reside. Your cheeks heat in response, and you flicker your eyes forward as you turn your hand upwards, placing his soft hand in yours. You feign nonchalance as you study the city once more, and say,