🖌Part 15 of Anything Au
Jimin and Jungkook are both solo artists. The public knows that they were both pining for each other and then suddenly Jungkook is dating a female idol when the rumors grew a little too big for his company’s liking.Needless to say Jimin isn’t happy about it and their fans know it
Just some more fluffy set up and a bit of back story while I prepare the lyrics 👀👀 as always hope you enjoy and feel free to send me asks
im seeing lots of discussion of “nickelodeon characters that were totally lesbians” and i feel obliged to include penelope “obsessed with meeting amanda bynes, dedicates her life to her and sleeps with pillows that have her face on them” taynt to the list for the sake of completionism
Honestly Rey being either a Skywalker or a Solo has been dead for such a long time now, not only because of all the hints that those involved with the production have been dropping to disprove the theories, but because the canon timeline doesn’t allow for it without completely compromising the original trio’s integrity.
In Bloodline, a canon novel revolving around Leia taking place around six years before TFA, we learn that Ben was travelling with Luke up until it was exposed to the public that Leia was the daughter of Darth Vader. She had (understandably) wanted to take this secret to the grave, but the news had left everyone in shock– especially Ben who had no prior knowledge to being Vader’s grandson. He must have been devastated and confused, causing him to fall to the dark side during a moment of weakness.
Rey Solo is not only dead because neither Han nor Leia recognized their daughter in TFA, but throughout Bloodline Leia gives no hints to having ever had another child. Her thoughts always lead to Han or Ben, and when the news of Vader broke out, she rushed to send a message to Ben trying to explain it to him before anyone else got the chance to. She never thought about a supposed second child. Again this book is canon material and there would be some major continuity errors if the thought of her ‘lost daughter’ never crossed her mind.
Rey Skywalker is also dead with Bloodline because Rey was abandoned on Jakku roughly 15 years ago, whereas the destruction of Luke’s temple and Ben’s defection happened only 6 years ago. If Rey was Luke’s daughter, that would mean he abandoned her on a dangerous planet and then continued to research Jedi lore and train Ben, his nephew. It makes absolutely no sense and compromises Luke’s character. I know– and expect, Luke to be far more cynical and morally grey in TLJ, but that’s because his confidence in himself has been shattered from his failures and Ben’s fall to the dark side.
These theories have been dead for so long and I’m not sure why they’re still so largely accepted in the fandom. I now that most fans tend to stick to just watching the films, but even if that’s the case, TFA itself makes it quite clear she isn’t related to our former heroes.
I don’t normally venture onto Twitter much, because it tends to be a full on toxic dumpster fire somewhere around 98% of the time, but I decided to brave it today. *shakes head* Really, anti-CSers? You’re really arguing that Emma is a terrible, horrible person for abandoning her “child” in the alternate Enchanted Forest?
You are aware that Henry’s a grown man who can make his own choices, right? Did you miss the part where Emma told him she would love for him to come home with her, but she respected his choice to stay and fight for his own Happy Ending? Did you ever think maybe it’s actually healthy for a grown man to forge his own path without having to hold his mommy’s hand while doing so?
1. Having a second child is not “replacing” the first. Parents do not cease loving and caring about their oldest child when they have other children. Trust me, I know. My parents had 7 more kids after me, and guess what? They didn’t stop loving me.
2. There’s nothing wrong or unfeminist about a woman making a choice to marry the man she loves and have a baby with him. You wouldn’t make that choice? Fine. That’s your right, but if you’re honestly concerned with women choosing their own path, then you respect the choice a woman makes.
3. Really? The writers destroyed Emma’s happiness just to give Hook his Happy Ending? Yeah, that’s why she couldn’t keep the smile off her face when she was telling Henry about the new baby. Because, I mean, I always nearly jump up and down with excitement when I’m talking about things that took away my happiness. *eyeroll*
Look, bottom line is this: Emma Swan got her Happy Ending. She has a family, she has a son (and another child on the way), she has a husband she loves and who loves her, and she has more friends than she can count. The Lost Girl finally found her home, and I, for one, think that’s absolutely beautiful.
Prompt - I don't know if this makes an interesting fic or not but anyway, worth a shot: Reade, Patterson and Tasha help Kurt and Jane out with packing and moving to Colorado and throw them a little going away party.
Jane had been up for quite some time, but she had made no attempt to move. She was lying on her side, her back pressed against Kurt’s chest and arm wrapped tightly around her. Her eyes were fixed on their hands, fingers intertwined, their rings shining in the early morning sun. And she still couldn’t any of it was real. It’s been a whirlwind few months - barely even that - in between stopping Sandstorm and closing that case, to Kurt surprising her with a passport and two tickets to Venice, and there, he’d proposed to her on evening as they walked back to the little hotel they’d discovered on their first day. They’d come back home, and with a few weeks were married, and were now packing their lives and moving to Colorado. Sometimes she was scared that at any moment she would wake up and it would all be a dream.
She felt Kurt’s lips against the back of her neck and sighed heavily as she turned around in his embrace. She snuggled into his chest, feeling his heartbeat against his cheek. “We should get up,” she mumbled and both heard and felt him grumble his disapproval.
“And that one,” Reece said,
pointing to Jyn. “You may be interested in her as well – and I’ll obviously be
expecting higher payment if you are. Saw’s tried to keep her identity
undercover, but I suspect she may be –” -Rebel Rising
Jyn Erso’s real identity is revealed to the Empire and is reunited with her father at the Imperial facility on Eadu. Despite initial misgivings to reconcile with her father and anger at the Saw’s abandonment, Jyn accepts the most important mission she’ll ever undertake for the Rebellion: delivering the news of the Death Star’s fatal flaw and bringing her father to safety.
Orson Krennic enjoyed stopping by Eadu Flight Station without much announcement. What Galen had originally considered a lack of prior planning or perhaps the need to keep Galen’s crew on their toes, he later decided these trips were designed to boost the ego of the director. Based on the frequency of the name “Wilhuff Tarkin” appearing in Krennic’s notes during his visits, meetings with the Moff never went according to plan, and Krennic needed to step on smaller men to recover.
When Galen received a notification from air traffic control that the director would be visiting the facility in a few hours, he assumed it would be nothing more than the usual. Krennic would pound into the station, his white cape flowing behind him, demand to see the progress the plans had made, yelling until the junior engineers cowered beneath his voice, and leave in the same flourish with which he’d arrived.
Galen didn’t bother to move from his work space as an announcement of the arrival of Krennic’s shuttle sounded throughout the base. Krennic would seek him out soon enough.
Within a few minutes, the echoing sounds of Deathtrooper boots sounded down the hallway. (This was Galen’s least favorite part of Krennic’s visits; the sound still made Galen flinch all these years later.) Galen barely raised his head in greeting when Krennic entered his lab, keeping his focus on his calculations on the datapad in front of him. The ‘troopers took their spot outside the door, their dark helmets a harsh contrast to the brilliant white of the facility.
Krennic wandered through the room, poking at the different machines he didn’t know how to use and examining the crystals he knew nothing about, only that they were the key to his massive success. His silence began to grate on Galen; Krennic voiced most his thoughts, tisking at apparent delays or praising the genius – his own genius – that led to the creation of this project. With a sigh, Galen turned back to his work. Krennic would speak soon enough.
“How old would your child be now, Galen?” Krennic asked, appose to nothing.
Galen froze at the question; no mention of Jyn would ever be innocuous – not when it came to Krennic. Not when his visit seemed strange thus far.
With effort, Galen continued tinkering with work, keeping his voice casual. “I haven’t been keeping track, Orson.”
Sixteen , his brain, the real traitor here, answered for him. Jyn would be sixteen, almost full grown, and probably a beauty like her mother.
If she’s still alive.
“Surely you must know,” Krennic prodded him further. “You never forgot your wife and daughter on Coruscant, Galen, and I know you haven’t forgotten them now. How old would Jyn be?”
Galen’s fingers tightened over his stylus; Krennic never referred to Jyn by her name, simply “your child.” In fact, Galen hadn’t heard anyone say Jyn’s name aloud in years – save for himself, but even then, only in the depths of night when he was certain Eadu’s pounding rain covered his lamenting.
“Galen, how old would Jyn be?” Krennic repeated his question when Galen failed to answer.
“Sixteen,” he whispered, refusing to look up from his datapad. “She’d be sixteen now.”
Krennic hummed a response, a strange contemplative sound, one Galen knew from experience: Krennic wanted to draw a response out of him and wouldn’t be satisfied until he did.
Running a hand over his face, Galen relented. Keeping himself subservient to Krennic’s wishes was essential to him, if he wanted to remain below the Empire’s radar and allow his sabotage to succeed. “Why bring up Jyn now?”
“I had a very strange report the other day,” Krennic explained, taking the seat next to Galen and fiddling with the blueprints laid across the table, as if he was speaking nonchalantly and hadn’t planned these exact words ahead of time. (Knowing him as Galen did, there was no question that Krennic had considered each word he would deliver here – which would strike the hardest blow to Galen’s memories of the past, what would remind him that Krennic could still hold the mere idea of Jyn over his head – carefully before departing for Eadu.) “A Lieutenant Colonel Senjax contacted me the other day with some very interesting news.”
Krennic paused here, obviously waiting for a response from Galen. When Galen merely stared in response, Krennic sighed and continued. “Thanks to a rebel traitor, he caught the leader of a very important Partisan group. An Onderonian named Saw Gerrera.”
Eight years Galen had been practicing hiding his reactions to the bait Krennic would throw at him, burying his emotions below a passive face, lying to the director’s face until he began to believe him, but nothing could stop Galen’s pure panic broadcasting across his face.
Krennic asking about Jyn, years after losing her trail. The Empire capturing Saw Gerrera.
Galen knew well enough to put two and two together.
“Ah, yes, I thought you might recognize the name,” Krennic grinned, and both men knew he’d played the ultimate trump card in their relationship. “Anyway, he had a girl with him, going by the name of Kestrel Dawn, but the rebel informant seemed quite insistent that she was the daughter of Galen Erso.
“You know how these rebels are, of course – can’t consider their intelligence too high if they’re choosing to join such organizations – so I almost didn’t feel the need to investigate the claim, almost just sent her off to be executed with Gerrera, but she wore a necklace I found most peculiar.”
Reaching into his pocket, Krennic pulled out a pendant, a kyber crystal dangling from its end. Galen’s heart lurched; the last place he’d seen that pendant was around his wife’s neck. Absent from her neck after she’d died, Galen assumed the pendant had gotten lost in the shuffle of packing and running. Had Lyra, instead, given the pendant to Jyn when she’d decided to follow him rather than follow their survival plan, one physical memory of her mother?
Without conscious thought, Galen reached for the necklace, running his thumb along the Aurebesh inscription. Trust in the Force , something Lyra had always done so much better than he.
“Since so few people possess such a remarkable object,” Krennic continued, oblivious to the overwhelming rush of noise in Galen’s ears, “I knew this lead might deserve more investigation. Which is, of course, why I needed to know how old your dear Jyn would be, Galen.”
Jyn is alive. Jyn is with Saw Gerrera. Jyn has been captured by the Empire. Jyn Erso, my daughter… Jyn is alive.
“Sixteen seems an accurate description, though she’s hardly the lady you and Lyra would have raised her to be.” Krennic tisked. “Quite a set of teeth on that girl, Galen. You might have some work reeling her in.”
“I might have some work?” Galen looked up suddenly. “You’re bringing her here, to Eadu?”
“Of course. I promised you your family would all live in comfort.”
As hostages , Lyra added in his mind.
As heroes of the Empire , Krennic corrected.
Galen only hoped this wouldn’t end in blaster fire, like the last time.
“We’ll need to keep a close eye on her at first, you understand – who knows what kind of brainwashing that terrorist has put her through – but she’ll be allowed to stay with you. You know I want the best for you, Galen. Whatever you need to keep the project running smoothly.”
Galen nodded. “And what of Gerrera?”
“Gerrera remains scheduled for execution.” Krennic replaced his gloves. Good, he meant to leave then. Galen needed time to process what he’d learned. “You and Jyn should be present, of course. Would give the best impression to your superiors. It would be a nasty blow to your reputation if it got out that you handed your child over to a terrorist, Galen. And it would be such a shame if Jyn needed to be subdued for the process.”
Galen clinched the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white with the effort. The thinly veiled threat was not lost on Galen, the reminder clear: if Jyn behaved as Krennic wanted, her presence would be a great reward to Galen; if Jyn rebelled, showed any signs of disloyalty to the rebellion, her presence among Imperials would be nothing short of torture for Galen.
Force help Galen if Jyn had inherited Lyra’s sense of justice and rebellion.
Yep you read that right, from now own, I’ll have edits, legacy posts, plus some other random stuff on this blog! Tea-moodlet will have basically all posts deleted, but I’ll keep the name in case I decide to use that blog for anything else. I know this is out of the blue, but I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I hope that you guys are excited for a new journey with me. Much love! xoxo
I don’t know, I could live without showers. Not baths though. If the price of space travel is no hot baths than the price is too high
I Feel You, for that is me re: DS9′s miserable looking space bedding. Someday I’d be hauled in front of Odo for conspiring with Jadzia to override a replicator into letting me make an entire down comforter (Jadzia: “I want furs.” Me: “You are such a Klingon.”), foolishly thinking O’Brien wouldn’t catch us futzing with his electrics within 15 minutes.