#I just think it would be cool if he got popular vote sweep since he’s made himself into a symbol for liberated Palestine

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Splatoon players. Whatever his team is this Splatfest, vote for big man. He is an advocate for Palestine.

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Who do u think is the best looking/etheral man in kpop?

classically good-looking, we’d be talking taehyung, sehun, taeyong. most beautiful as in ethereal; lots of candidates here as well. shit, i gotta break this up in categories.

WINS BY NUMBERS:

if you make a huge poll on that question, he will sweep it. utter beauty, looking like an angel? jimin very much so, gorgeous libra dance god, unchallenged being so lush and dazzling. jimin calls everyone else lovely but shouldn’t forget he clearly is the loveliest, sexiest, mochiest, hottest, and prettiest fairy of them all. he’d clinch the popular vote in a heartbeat and even the most random locals would choose him; born scene stealer, what can i say.

WINS BY CONCEPT:

now a treat for the shawols who feel down because of his enlistment. my pick for most legendary gorgeous is taemin! the reason: he has the kind of ongoing theme and solo career to show it off fully, so he’s well-rounded and established. eye-catching with mystery and a compelling sensual edge.... he’s so stunning, even in the plainest clothes you can’t forget taemin. the magnetism, jesus christ what a man. you can’t take your eyes off.

even in candids, he carries himself a certain way. taemin has confidence and depth to his appearance and stage displays: ethereal and good-looking doesn’t have to mean boring or chaste, he owns his sexuality and body in a complete way. it’s about the artistry, and you don’t have to be ashamed to be erotic. he works continuously for it and has a signature style. that’s why i appreciate him so much, taemin is a thoroughly interesting man who came a long way since 2008 (!) so, damn.

WINS BY LEGACY:

when it comes to the OG who went all the way to pave the way, no discussion, ren from nu’est. his impact went unseen but it’s everywhere. no yuta, no jeonghan, no yeosang, no ten, no bae jinyoung, no taeyong, no e’dawn, no joshua without ren. the guy stepped on the scene a whole decade ago looking so delicate. he did ethereal before it was cool, has been pointlessly hated and questioned, still walked ahead, on and off stage, i salute him. you look at that face, the wow-factor is incredible. so suave and easy on the eye, ren is fantastic and a must-know 3rd generation princely visual. 

...and he still got it folks, he got it. this is from his glorious instagram just days ago. i like myself someone who doesn’t treat it as a trend but a consistent lifestyle. ren is authentic, he’s serious about it wherever he goes. so, definitely the hidden winner.

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Maiden of the Sands

A legend of zelda fanfic. Of course I do not ownthe legend of zelda

Find the rest of the story on ff.net

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Darkness.

That’s all he knew at the moment. Darkness and the sensation of being jostled around along with an arrangement of objects indeterminable in the could hardly made sense of how fast it all happened. How could a simple delivery turn into such a mess?

His head hurt, being particularly sensitive in one spot. Not that he wasn’t sore all over from laying amongst hard objects for who knows how long now. When they cart came to a stop he was flung across the wood floor.

The sound of several voices speaking at once came muffled through the thick tarp. Most voices speaking in some strange language he did not know. Once voice finally silenced the others, the speaker thankfully using the common tongue. “We didn’t have a choice, got it? He put up too much of a fight and knights were on our tails. We woulda got caught if we hadn’t snatched him. "Get Nabri, she’ll know what to do.” Another voice exclaimed. Then it felt like an eternity, waiting for something to happen.

Two pairs of hands grabbed at him and yanked him out of the cart and onto hot sand. With a hiss he squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden bright sunlight.

As his eyes adjusted he was surprised to find he was surrounded by a large group of women; many of whom held scimitars or axes in their tanned hands. And many, but not all, had the lower halves of their faces covered with veils. They stood in a half circle around him, all staring down at him rather like vultures. Or at least that’s the image that came to mind. Especially given the bird like noses those who left their faces uncovered possessed.

Suddenly they began parting as a particularly fierce looking woman walked her way through the small crowd. The woman had an oval face and slightly longer looking nose than the rest of them. Most of her hair was cut short but a thick, extremely long section was pulled up and held in place with a thick ring like object adorned with, in his opinion, a ridiculously large jewel.

Her sharp golden eyes squinted as she circled him. Bringing the image of vultures back.

She pulled him roughly to his feet by the arm and circled round him more, as if she was scrutinizing every inch of him. “Well, girls, what should we do with the runt?” She barked. “From what I heard this squirt caused a fair bit of trouble for Zaboora and Haana. That can’t go unpunished, now can it? Any ideas?”

There was a clamor of voices. Woman were pushing each other as they shouted suggestions. Seemingly displeased by the ideas the woman held up her hand to silence the other women. “Alright, alright. Settle down now. Take him to the sparring hall and we’ll settle it there.”

He gave a start as a piece of cloth was forcibly wrapped around his eyes. Two pairs of hands hooked themselves under his arms and dragged him away. There was a shift in the level of darkness and a cool breeze hit him from the back; The texture beneath his struggling feet changed from soft sand to hard stone and the sounds of his futile scuffling echoed dully around them.

A multitude of excited voices echoed louder and dozens of footsteps rang in his ears.

There was a loud creaking sound along with the sound of stone scraping against stone and his feet touched sand again. When the blindfold was removed they were in a new room- a large chamber with a sandy floor with training equipment scattered about. Women stood jeering from every nook and cranny. Even from platforms above. He stood in the center of what had to be a training ring, judging by the stray weaponry, and his bonds were now attacked to a thick pole in the ground. The woman from before stood in front of him, lips curled into a menacing smirk. She opened her mouth to speak but her voice fell silent as another voice rang through the clamor.

“Nabri? What is going on? Why has everyone gathered here?” The crowd fell silent and a group of women up on a platform parted, letting through a girl who couldn’t be any older than he was.

She was alien compared to the women that surrounded her.

Her face was small compared to the wide oval faces the other women possessed. Her skin was darkly tanned but it was not the same deep, reddish brown. Her long hair was a pale gold color, pulled up in a similar fashion to the other women. Only thin pieces were left down to frame her face, giving a clear view of her long, pointed ears that were pierced in many places.

A Hylian.

“Ah, Zanora, perfect timing. C'mere.” The woman he assumed to be called Nabri waved the girl over. The girl swiftly followed the order, gracefully leaping down from the platform and the crowds parted for her again as she made her way to the center of the room, stopping a few feet in front of the older woman.

“Nabri, who is this voe, and why is he tied here?” She questioned. The older woman let out a small laugh. “I’m truly surprised no one told you what happened. But anyhow, I want your opinion on what we should do with this one? The popular opinion is to kill him, but since you’re here, I want to know what our little birdie thinks?”

The small blonde cocked her head, giving him a hard look over. “Hmm, I don’t know… He looks fairly strong and healthy. We could use him for work.” She suggested. “It would be an awful shame to let all that flesh and muscle go to waste.”

Groans rang through the cavern at her words but the one called Nabri had her hand on her chin, looking him over again before turning back to the girl. “Well obviously that’s not a popular idea with the girls, but you are right. It would be a crime to pass up free labor. And if it doesn’t work out,” She shrugged nonchalantly. “We can always go back to the first plan.” “I thought you might agree,” The girl nodded. “Nnnnnnh… Alright, fine. He can live, for now. The head priestesses can decided his final fate upon their return. Until them, he can be our mule.” The leader announced, much to the dismay of the crowd and to both his relief and horror.

“But,” with a sweep of her arm she roughly pushed the Hylian girl into him, causing an uproar of laughter. “Since you’re the one who voted to let the voe live, you can be the one to make sure he stays alive.” The girl took a deep step away from him, her face red and eyes on the ground as she muttered a muted “Yes Ma'am.”

The Nabri woman snapped her fingers. “Alright, girls, go throw him in a cell somewhere.” The blindfold was once again placed over his eyes and he was dragged away. Though this time he felt a bit too numb with shock to struggle.

What sort of fate awaited him? He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know.

Once they took the blindfold off, he was roughly thrown to the floor inside of a cell. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed at the cell bars. “Hey! You can’t do this!” He yelled. “You can’t do this! You can’t keep me here!” He doubled over with a groan as one of the pair jabbed at him with the but of her weapon. “Shut it, worm. You’re lucky you even get to live after all the trouble you caused us.” They turned, one of them clicking her tongue in distaste as they walked away.

He waited until he heard the sound of the door again before grabbing at the cell bars and pulling with all his might. Unsuccessful at simply pulling any of them out of place he resorted to shaking them. When that too, failed he kicked at them. He even went to far as to take an experimental bite at them before he threw himself to the floor with a frustrated groan.

He looked around at his surroundings.

It was a large cell, mostly bare and probably twice the size of the average cell in a normal town prison, if he had to guess. The remains of a broken chain and cuff that were long eaten and eroded by time laid scattered in one corner, and what he hoped to be an empty chamber pot in the other.

Oh what a mess this all was. Thrown in a dungeon for trying to do the right thing. But he couldn’t sit idle. No, that wouldn’t do. He had to do something.

He grabbed one of the large broken pieces of chain and struck at the point where one of the cell bars and the floor met. Again and again he struck at the same spot for who knows how long; with the light from the lone torch he could see as his only companion as he worked. He nearly cursed as the metal slipped as he made to strike again; instead scraping his knuckles against the hard stone floor. He had little time to nurse his hand, however, as the sound of the dungeon door scraping against the floor echoed throughout the chamber. He scrambled to put the piece of metal back and act as if nothing was wrong with his hand.

The Hylian girl appeared, and in her hands she held a small wooden tray. Two small wooden cups, and a small roll of bread sat upon the tray; the contents of the cups sloshing slightly as she set the tray down; just outside the cell.

“One cup contains water, the other has some broth.” She said. “You must be hungry after all that time without food or water. But I would make what’s here last.”

With that she left him.

Once she was gone he sipped at the water until the cup was nearly drained to help alleviate his dry mouth before scrambling for a piece of broken chain and he went back to striking the same spot. His hands were sore, and the fifth time he struck his hand against the floor he threw the piece of metal across the cell with an angry yell. This wasn’t working and he was out of ideas.

“No duh that didn’t work.” The girls voice startled him and he fell backwards from his crouched position. “Those chains were made from a metal thats good for holding people, but not so good against hard stone. Or the test of time, as you see.” He gaped at her. She’d left long ago, he’d heard her outgoing footsteps and he had heard the door open and shut. “I sensed you were up to something, so I only pretended to leave.” She leaned against the cell bars. “Besides, we would’ve noticed that the floor around the bars is being chipped away after a while.”

He looked away. That hadn’t quite crossed his mind. He just wanted to try something.

She shifted her weight. “Though tell me, what would you have done had you been able to escape? I’m actually quite curious about that. The city is crawling with us. You’d be found and gutted within minutes. And past our gates if you did manage to escape the compound.” She crouched down to his current level. “Give me your hands.” She commanded.

He scooted back away from her. “C'mon, I’m not going to cut them off or anything. I’m trying to help you. They must be pretty scraped up after all that.” Slowly, he extended one cautious hand to her. “The other one too.” She said. “It’ll be easier for me to do both at once.”

He pulled back his hand. “Do what?” She rolled her eyes “Help them. Look, I mean it when I say I’m trying to help you.” He relented and gave her his hands at the earnest look in her eyes.

He nearly drew them back again as a cool tingling ran through his skin when she closed her hands over his. “All done.” She announced, dropping his hands. The cool tingling faded quickly as he drew them back. The scabs and cuts from before had vanished, leaving behind only fresh pink skin in their place.

“How did you do that?” He wondered, flexing his hands. “Magic?” She answered as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

And perhaps it was, there were few people capable of doing any magic in his village, and all of it was used for household tasks, not healing. “Oh…” He muttered. He put his hands in his lap and looked at her. “Why?” He asked. “Why bother healing my hands?” Her soft face hardened indignantly. “I… uh…Well you won’t be of much use if you’re injured… Uh that’s why…” He turned from her. “Of course…” He muttered, laying back onto the floor. “Makes sense…”

Suddenly he sat up. “Did they do this to you too? Did they kidnap you too?” She stood quickly. “How dare you. Those are my sisters you’re talking about. And I am no thrall I am a priestess.” She was bristling with anger as she turned and left him. This time, when he heard the door slam shut, he knew she had truly left him alone again. She was a Hylian, wasn’t she? Her ears showed her as one. So why would she take such offense to his question. It wasn’t as if he had called her a witch. Even people who lived in such a far out country village knew there was little love between the two races. He didn’t understand her volatile reaction.

He pushed the tray away across the floor in protest, despite the growling of his stomach.

But still, it didn’t feel good to be left alone, and it felt like an eternity before he finally heard the door again. He didn’t move from his spot on the floor, merely watching as the Hylian girl came into view and let out a gasp of surprise at the messy remains of the tray before. “What did you do!” She exclaimed. He merely stared at her as she set down another tray and made to pick up the remains. “You’re only getting one meal a day, why would you waste it like this?” She huffed. He only watched as she sat before him. “You are making this harder on yourself than it has to be. Many voe would love to be enthralled by a race of vai. In fact a few of them always proposition us once in a while whenever we leave to go trade our goods.”

She sighed as she stood again. “I know this must be hard for you, but, you’ve been given the rare chance to live, don’t waste it.”

He laid there after she had gone, thinking back on her words. He didn’t care about this so called rare opportunity. He wanted out. He wanted to be home. But they seemed to have no intention of letting him go. And there seemed to be no way to escape this cell. And then there was the fact that the girl was right. Even if he did escape the cell, he didn’t know his way around and he had no idea how to get home.

It all seemed so hopeless now… And he felt so tired…