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I don't know if you did it already BUT....... What professions do you think looking through boys charts do you think their s/o is???? Cuz I think Tae jimin and jk will Def marry someone in the industry, I feel like yoongi Def someone like a producer or a writer just someone artistic, joon I wanna say like a professor, jin a ceo and hobi.... Well him.... Im not sure.... 😂😂😂 So I'm really curious about ur opinion and also your other fellow followers 😉 Loved reading through ur posts 📖❤️
Thank you!! And honestly when it comes to that it’s pretty hard to say because there is A LOT of factors involved that could sway them either way!
My theories are based more on the idea of who would date someone of equal/ similar standings vs less or mor than them! It’s not as specific because really, with attraction in astrology it’s a lot more complicated!
Seokjin: I could see him with someone who has less then him, maybe someone from a wealthy family who isn’t working? Or someone who’s middle class but a vary hard worker- someone he has to take care of
Yoongi: honestly, I don’t think he cares all that much about what they do. I see him honestly taking to someone who’s more aloof and hardworking- someone with a high paying job that takes a lot of time. Really, a lot of his placements point to that.
Hoseok: I’d say someone wealthy and more stable than him. Defiantly not someone in his line of work, someone who is either older then him or works in a more corporate Field
Namjoon: I think he’d date someone who’s not a celebrity either and probably foreign, maybe on the poorer side. He has a lot of placements that seem like he wants to take care of people!
Jimin: I defiantly think celebrity or someone equal to him in a business sense. The flirty libra over here defiantly dates beautiful models and actresses and will probably end up with one.
Taehyung: I think someone in his industry, probably less famous than him though. I don’t think he have to be an idol or an on-screen person necessarily like some people believe, because I think he just wants someone that understands him.
Jungkook: defiantly someone beautiful, but doesn’t have to necessarily be wealthy. Probably another model/ actor type of person- similar to Jimin!
he crafts a clear image over the bond, ( waves crashing, gulls singing. toned muscles, covered in illyrian swirls, exposed from the torso up. glistening in the mist, the rest of him consumed by the sea, at peace. fingers slick back dripping strands, face tilting to soak up the sun as he wades through the water … ) watching as it consumes feyre’s thoughts, head tilting into hand. a small shrug as it finishes, mischievous grin slipping onto cat-like features. “ sparing you from drooling in front of everyone again, is more like it. “
he glances down at his drink, before finishing it of, neglecting the empty glass at the side table. “ i’m clearing my head. “ whether it be the liquor, or her: it’s worked. any thoughts of jealousy have slipped away, the notion of being simply a distraction now seems better than nothing. if that all he were ever to be for her, he would understand why. he is not something worth loving, a monster by creation. his life isn’t a fairytale, like perhaps the spring court seemed to be. she would never be his blushing bride — would only be hunted & killed. everything eventually gets taken from him. to be only a distraction … he can live with that.
“ ah? is that what you think? “ he takes note of how her cheeks warm up, despite the feigned confidence. circles in on it like prey, challenging it with every step towards her until she is cornered between him & his desk. if only she knew — how tortuous this chase truly were, how much uncertainty it caused. even now, as rhysand tilts her chin up, star stained gaze heavy onto hers, he has not a clue where he truly stands. “ by all means, feyre darling, be cruel. “
i gave him the benefit of the doubt, trusting him to be forthcoming enough from here on out, lest he wished to be tackled into the snow again. i knew how much he carried, so the rest of us didn’t have to. he spent so much time and energy pretending he was okay, i wondered if he knew how easy it had become to read right through him. how his subtle nuances and changes in demeanor felt so familiar to me now. the secret language we shared every time our eyes met. i took a small sip of what was left in my own glass, the liquid courage still running through my veins.
“ are you scared of getting your hair wet? ” i cocked my head to the side, in a poor attempt to distract from the way my heart began racing loudly — i didn’t dare to move from my perch on his desk, in case he could already hear it. “ for someone supposedly working, you’re sure drinking a lot. ” i felt my own cheeks flush, as i became dreadfully aware of his predatory gaze, as he turned the power of his full attention on me. swallowing the sudden lump in my throat, i tried not to stare at his lips. this was just reckless and casual flirting, i told myself, boisterous banter with a friend — if that’s what we were. you’d have no idea what to do with yourself. i barely knew how to maintain my composure now, but i could not allow myself to shrink away. not when i wanted it — the adrenaline that rushed through my body each time he looked my way or flexed a single muscle near me. i couldn’t remember the last time i felt more alive than when i was in his presence. “ maybe, ” i conceded, working to keep my voice even and hold his prowling gaze, as if i possessed some newfound level of feigned self-assuredness. “ or perhaps you just enjoy the chase. in which case it would be cruel of me to spoil your fun. ”
You, with your star-sprinkled eyes, pushed me into the pit of your curiosities. Down, down, down, below I go. Into the depth, the caves and lakes and fires and hells inside of you. Each night, without you, or even a piece of you, the universe hits me. Like a train rushing 5,000 miles an hour. Like the wind shouting at the top of its lungs. Like a thousand knives falling all at once. So when I ask you to be patient, to not mind the dangling skeletons in the living room, to not dig our previous bodies in the backyard, please be reminded that once beneath the stars, we swore to always drown our loneliness in the ocean of each other’s arms. Yet tonight, the sky is starless. Like our hearts, the night is cracking. Like the night, its faults are hidden in the darkness. In silence, like the night, we break slowly.
Nocturnal Melancholia | (j.d.a)
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That filled a lot quicker than i expected, i’ll be opening a second batch once i’m done with these. Should be in about a week. Sorry and thanks everyone.
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