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hiiiii if you’re looking just to check if i’m a spam blog then i assure u i am not LOL. i use my sideblog as my ‘main’ instead; feel free to ask me for the url! you’re also free to ask me for this url; i just picked this to match the vibes my sideblog does and also because i realized “unusedmainblog” as a url sounds extremely strange

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gaza is still under blockade, sheikh jarrah is also under blockade with residents not being able to go out and visitors not being able to go in, israhell has already violated the conditions of the ceasefire by attacking worshippers at the al aqsa mosque as well as provoking sonic booms above gaza to strike even more fear after 11 days of hell, and now mass arrests across lydd haifa and other occupied cities targetting palestinian youth primarily. this is collective punishment. to paraphrase a tweet i saw some days ago, palestinian liberation won’t take 3 to 5 business days so hang in there.

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True Faces 1 - 2 - ?

Uh Oh ALSO! https://ask-heroes-of-worlds.tumblr.com/ had the brilliant idea of showcasing signing with different speech bubbles! So from now on that will be how I show it. Please check out their blog, the content is superb.

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A thing for @minas-linkverse because that last update killed me </3 {in a good way!!!}

moon pearls, or the lack of them

When Link goes to bed that day, they think about rabbits and shadows. 

The moon shining in through the window doesn’t help them, either. With Ravio wandering around, claiming a Link’s room as his— the whole thing reminded him of home. 

That was rarely any good. 

The air outside their room is quiet and still, save the snores of the other sailor beside him. If he were to get something— a sword of Sailor’s, perhaps, or the small one’s— they would be none the wiser. Should they choose to walk towards Ravio, they doubted he’d even stir. If he would take a weapon and plunge into his chest, eliminating yet another shadow— 

They wonder if shadows bleed. They can’t remember all too well anymore. 

All they know is the way Wind looks at Ravio. The way he drags the older boy around when needed. How he speaks to him freely. Even teasingly. 

It wouldn’t do, Link thinks. Sailor’s world was too far from his. They doubted he’s seen what they have. Maybe that’s a good thing. But the more important part of that was that it meant he wouldn’t understand why. 

He doubted any of his fellow Links would. Not with how quickly they’ve accepted the imposter in their midst. It fell onto him to fix that. 

They think of moon pearls and a world only they ever saw. 

They thought they'd put all that behind them. Too bad they thought wrong. 

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The sword is heavy. 

It’s not unusual, they think. How long has it been since they last held it? When was the last time anyone called him a hero? Was he really, truly willing to raise it against someone who would never expect it? 

He sighs. Destiny is as heavy of a burden as a heart is. 

But he knows all too well that the others would never raise their sword against him. Not against the rabbit who squeezed his way into their hearts. It wouldn’t be the first time no one agreed with Link’s actions. It certainly wouldn’t be the last, either. 

All that mattered was that Ravio, if that was even his own name— would finally, finally return to where he belonged. By death or by his own choice, it didn’t matter. 

The sharp blade glints in the sunlight. If they’re quick enough— 

No. It wasn’t the time yet. Not until everyone understood who he really was.

They raise the sword to his neck anyway. It sickens them how easy it feels. Just watching him squirm and realizing their true feelings makes them feel like a burden was lifted off their shoulders. 

God. Who needed therapy when this felt almost therapeutic? 

They want to throw up. 

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Ravio runs. Link follows. 

Every eye is on them. They’ve got a few more seconds before they process what’s going on. Link was never fond of wasting time. They don’t intend to start now. 

It’s not like the other times they’ve chased down a shadow with their own face. Their shadows smiled at him, gleefully daring them to raise his sword. They exchanged blows. Neither of them backed down. 

Ravio isn’t like those shadows. He stares at them with wide eyes and runs for his life. There isn’t even any attempt to fight back. They reason it’s because they’re in the sunlight. If they had tried anywhere else, it’d be them fighting to live, wouldn’t it? 

An arrow flies past them. It’s not too hard to get the meaning. Does saying they did it in self defence count if he never fought back at all? 

No, probably not.

They wonder, for a moment, if they were wrong. Ravio hadn’t hurt anyone yet. The worst he’s done is take over Sailor’s room. That was a crime— but not one deserving death. Maybe, just maybe, he was just unfortunately colored the same way the Dark World is. 

They wonder if they could have been friends. 

But his home was never clear to them. And if it turns out they were right, and he decides to turn on them— then what? Were they ready to watch the others get hurt, knowing they could have stopped it? 

Link raises the sword. It hits bark instead of flesh. 

It doesn’t ease the feeling in their gut at all. 

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They think of false swords and false Links. 

There’s no way the goddesses wanted any of them to feel better. Not with the way the sword is more of a curse that drags him down. Not with this rodent running around. 

The sooner everyone realized that, the better.

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ok time to log off for 100 months now bye

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one of my favourite things on this site is seeing "sometimes a family is--" memes for fandoms i'm not from. because they read like the most random amalgamation of characters ever, and every time i'm like yep, sounds like an excellent family, very happy for them

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bringing this back. today marks 73 years since the Nakba began.

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israel just annihilated the al jazeera and ap offices on live tv

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Scam Alert - Commissioning Artists Beware

Artists, there’s a scam going around on Twitter at the minute, and you never know, someone might try it over here.

This guy is messaging commissioning artists and attempting to gain access to their PayPal by pretending to need a code to pay the bill. Obviously we all know that’s bull, but if someone isn’t paying attention, is unfamiliar with PayPal commissions as a whole, or is just desperate enough for that commission money?  They might fall for it. OP’s tweet here.

PayPal will not require a code for someone to complete payment.

It’s just not how it works, I know it, you know it, the scammer knows it.  But he’s gambling on the potential that someone (and that someone is mostly likely to be a young, new artist without much commission experience under their belt, let’s be honest) doesn’t know it.  Let’s make sure everyone does. So if you’d be so kind, please boost the everliving hell out of this.  Don’t let anyone fall prey to this shady, shady individual, either here or on twitter or anywhere else.

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i dont like how yall always depict botw zelda as this no nonsense straight laced girl that gets annoyed when link acts chaotic like she didnt try and force feed him a live frog and tried to get into a sheikah shrine with no weaponry or anything. please let that girl be the crazy research nerd that does insane experiments like shes always wanted to be instead of making her be a stuffy princess. she carries worms in her pocket and has a rock collection

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there are some things that you can only see in the dark

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drew ball papper again

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chell twitch streamer. is this anything

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gay af for a man to be psychic. what are you having visions about? other men?

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my family’s kitchen is extremely barren, i’ve got a checkup coming and we’ve got a cell bill to pay, if anyone could help me and my mom get a few groceries that’d be … really really helpful. my stomach is growling. :( 

paypal.me/justjuna cash.me/$junabugs

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Hold the President gentle like a hamburger