#HA no

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Wind WIP (I like Bar Code Language)

He hated him….okay scratch that, the sailor didn’t hate him, but he very much disliked and distrusted this man. Something about him made the sailor want to curl up and scream at him, to curse him to the ends of the earth. Only problem is he had no idea why. He had done nothing wrong, in fact he had actually saved the hero of the wind and his brothers so why….

The young sailor watched him from across the table. Sitting close to the Rancher and Champion. Happily talking to them as if he had known him forever, making them smile in a way Wind had hoped to one day achieve. It only took Jet a day. One day to make the entire group comfortable in a way the Sailor had always wanted, but could never quite do, he be lying if he didn’t say it stung. Jet…Wind scrunched his eyebrows, even his name sounded shady. The boy quickly looked down, watching his drink like it was the most interesting thing.

The chain had fallen into a new world, one, no hero recognized, so they assumed it was in between time, granted they were in the middle of the forest. Immediately the group had begun searching for any signs of life, and that’s honestly when something started rattling in Wind's bones. No one else felt it, the sailor had made sure to ask. However before anyone could provoke him to explain further, a hoard of moblins attacked. 

Then pretty boy Jet came along, with his curly strawberry blonde hair, perfect smile, and archery  skills that put half of them to shame. He said he was a hunter, but something in the pit of the sailor stomach told him that’s not all there is. Why that is, is still a mystery…. 

‘Jealousy?’ His mind trickled…Impossible what did Wind have to be jealous of? Sure he could make his brothers feel safe, and comfortable in the snap of the finger, and had the looks of a hero of legend, but jealous? Ha, that's just crazy….Right? 

"Rupee for your thoughts Sailor?" Jet asked calm and sweetly. 

When did everyone start looking at him? Wind's mind buzzed. He shrugged,"unfortunately my thoughts are a bit more pricey than just one rupee." He took a sip of his drink, not bothering to make eye contact with anyone, he already knew what faces they were making towards him. In that moment he really wished he wasn't the one known for his constant streams of dialogue. 

Apparently, the Captain decided he needed to reveal his younger brother's true nature. "Oh that's an absolute lie, you give your thoughts away for free!" 

The older heroes and Jet erupted into laughter, at Wind's expanse. The youngest simply stayed quiet, despite what his brothers might think, he didn't always give his thoughts away, what an idea if he did.

'When you treat me like a kid, I despise it! But I like it when you comfort me like I'm a kid….' 

'You all literally have spirits floating around you, you really think this will scare me?' 

'Why does wolfie hate me? Did I do something wrong? Maybe I should give up trying.'

'I don't trust Jet and I think he's dangerous and we should stay away from him.' 

All these and more were thoughts that no amount of rupees could buy, and would never give away willingly. 

"Perhaps," the voice pulled Wind out of his mind. "You really don't have anything behind those eyes. Since you're a youngling in life you haven't had enough experience yet?" Jet said in a joking manner. Thankfully his brothers were wise enough not to laugh, well accept Hyrule, only he laughed out of nervousness. 

Wind wasn't sure what the fellow heroes expected, what Jet expected. Did they think he would blow up and curse out Jet? Did Jet think he could just provoke him like that? What was the point of this? 

The Sailor glared at the Hunter, partly wondering if he looked at him long enough would he spontaneously combust? 

He did not, and Wind was forced to put on this cheesy grin. "Hmmmmmmmmm all right then," The youngest pushed back his chair abruptly. "I'm going to go take care of the bill then." He made his way to the bar counter the Inn's restaurant provided. 

 "You're gonna pay for it?" Legend called out. 

Wind didn't even bother to look back, rather simply lifting a bag up. "Hey, that's my wallet?!" The Captain cried. 

"Serves you right for throwing me into the spotlight." The sailor whispered, fully aware no one heard. 

"Evening Ma'am," he politely spoke coming towards the young barmaid. Who looked to be about fifteen years old. "Come to settle the tab for those ruffians over there," pointing his thumb towards the group. 

The young woman smiled at him, before looking towards the group and letting her expression sour. "Done something wrong have we?" The sailor pressed. 

"Oh no!" She startled, putting herself in check. "It's just…that man sitting with you the hunter…have you known him long?" She inquired, pulling out her books to make good on the amount owed. 

Wind whistled, 'interesting.' 

Jet had said this was his village and he frequented this Tavern often. The young hero watched her body language, her legs and hips were relaxed. Though her shoulders were quite tense. Face neutral and uncaring but her eyes pleaded. 

She's looking for an alliance. Wind knew the barmaid code for his Hyrule. He be willing to try it here. 

He leaned against the counter face happy and cheery smile but eyes as firm as stone. 

"Did you make sure to add the rum bread? I think we had about three baskets of it?" 

'What information do you have on him? Is he a danger to my party?' 

The young woman was taken aback, however held her position, only allowing her eyes to dance for a second. 

"Yes sir, however did you receive butter with it? Or sour cream instead?" 

'Possibly he can be two faced and quite obsessed with his hunt.' 

"Oh I also think we had a large order of venison as well." 

'What is his hunt?' 

"Yes sir, thou it was actually mixed meat." 

'Any rare beast he sees desirable.' 

"Should I tip the cook as well?" 

'Are you in any danger because of him?' 

"No sir, just me is all." 

'No, but I'm weary of him, you should be as well.' 

"What's your name?" The sailor asked returning to common speak. 

"Rosemary," the young maid giggled. 

"Nice to meet you Rosemary, you can call me sailor." He extended his hand to shake hers. 

She took it, "that's an interesting name, but it's nice to meet you. Are you planning on staying long?" 

Wind shrugged his shoulders, "not sure the man over there with the face tattoo decides when we move along." 

"Ah understood, your tab tonight will be 67 rupees. If you please?" She held out her hand. 

The sailor popped open the Captains wallet, "gladly!" He proceeded to pay for it and give her a 20 rupee tip. 

"Very generous of you, sailor!" She honestly seemed delighted. 

"It's the least I could do after such great service, also if you don't mind me asking which of the young men over there do you find appealing? I need an excuse for being over here for so long." He gave her a sneaky smile. 

She chuckled,"oh my, well" she gazed at the men sitting at the table. "The brunette with the freckles is quite the cutie if I do say so myself." She smiled looking towards Hyrule. 

Wind knew he was about to have a blast with this. "Why thank ma'am!" He began to step away. 

"Oh sailor," Rosemary's face was stern, "please be careful." 

Wind nodded, they both knew something was off. 

The sailor sat back down at the table, more laughter being caused by the hunter called Jet. 

"What took you so long, sailor?" Four whispered as the Captain snatched back his wallet. 

“Oh nothing, the young miss over there was just curious about our traveler.” He took a sip of his drink. 

Four gasped, “You don’t say!” the smith beamed at Hyrule. Catching the young teens attention. 

“Yes, told me she finds his freckled face quite cute.” That sentence caught everyone's attention. As Hyrule went bright red, looking towards Rosemary, she smiled and waved at him. Be became brighter and the teasing began. 

Wind was glad he pulled the attention away from Jet, staring at him from across the table. If Rosemary was right, this hunter was a threat, and there was no way the Sailor would allow him to continue like that.

[this-aint-massachusetts]

Nooo! You can’t headcanon your kins as Transmasc and autistic just because you are!!

Me:

[spinnertop]

The fact that Wally canonically would rather join a cult than go to a single mass is so personal to me actually

[fuckedprophet-arch]

i made myself sad, cause ugh -- dallas being super kind to nurse lane and just generally really gentle around her. only to switch up on her when she attempts to kill tommy ( he has no context ). then to fast forward to 94 when nick dies, and dallas sort of has a full run down of what happened he'd show up at her door step and tell her it was over because she deserves to know. deserves to know her daughter didn't die in vain, that some form of justice / closure is there and she wasn't crazy.

[keystoyoursouls]

I love her

[boldlioness]

Hot Take (not really nut idk anymore)

You’re On Your Own, Kid by Taylor Swift is Narcissa Black coded.

No I will not explain, I’m just right

[rainia]

this speaking as a cis person. Nothing brings me more joy seeing people find gender euphoria in becoming a mediocre representation of humanity. And I mean that so genuinely. Local boy finds joy and fulfillment wearing a cargo shorts and t-shirt combo. Local girl has transitioned to look like someone's disheveled aunt, has never been happier. Local person experiences gender euphoria rocking the world's worst bowl-cut. Without a scap of irony, this shit makes me see the wonder and whimsy in just, being a human. An average, person going through their day-to-day, is a wondrous thing? That's amazing. And heteronormativity has stripped these experiences of their joy. Like you're right, wearing a basic girlypop skirt should make my heart sing. Why not? Why are these expressions lesser because they're normal? All this to say. Shoutout to all the basic bitches out there. Yes that polo shirt does make you look like a divorced golfer dad. Yes, that too is kind of a slay, now that I think of it.

[jammboe]

Pangaea miku

[skipppppy]

“You shouldn’t self-ID as ADHD/autistic, you’re turning a very real mental condition into a trend” Ok then stop saying delulu. Stop speculating on which cluster C personality disorder the criminals you hear about on the news have. Stop saying “schizoposting” and “acoustic” and “is it restarted?” Stop using “psycopath” and “sociopath” as catch-all ways of calling someone a bad person. Stop saying “the intrusive thoughts won” when you bleach your hair and then turn your nose up at people who suffer from very real, very scary urges of physical/sexual violence. Stop saying “I’m so OCD” as a way of calling yourself neat. Stop treating BPD/ASPD/Bipolar as inherently abusive. Stop saying “OP I am living in your walls” without tagging for unreality. Stop diagnosing complete strangers you’ve never met on r/AITA with NPD.

You first. If you don’t want our disabilities to be treated like trends then stop belittling and minimising them. I’ll NEVER judge a person for trying find labels for their symptoms when an apathetic, racist, sexist, ableist healthcare system refuses to. But I will absolutely judge a hypocrite. Which a lot of you are

[uwudonoodle]

[yujateaandpi]

y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.

[sunbentshadows]

Hey all, you know how internet searches suck now? When the results are awful, full-of-AI, death-of-the-internet levels of bad?

Start appending date constraints to your searches - "before:2023".

My results have gone from 90% AI bullshit to ~60% usable - which frankly at this point is a huge improvement.

[softpng]

the workday/weekend ratio is so off. like ethically.

[diabloku]

Lucifer: *enters the hotel*

Alastor: I cast vicious mockery 😈

An animation my sis and I made for fun

Music is Perception Check by Tom Cardy.

[tariah23]

Oh…. Well, it’s over for Crunchyroll I guess