#I still really like it :)

[punkinspice]

So it’s Zelink week thanks to @zelinkcommunity and I really only had the energy to do the first prompt Under the Stars and I just had to do it with my original otp, TP Zelink.

I just love them so much and it’s so fun and interesting to think about them and the events post TP and how Hyrule could rebuild and revive and how they could potentially fall in love. Zelda could learn how to process her grief and loss with the destruction of her castle and kingdom, and having the whole of Hyrule pull together and help rebuild. Link could also learn to process his grief and trauma of what exactly it took to be the hero of Hyrule, and what does one do with oneself when that role is not really needed anymore…

Link could come to Castletown to help rebuild to help bring him a new sense of purpose, as the calm life of Ordon just isn't the same of what it used to be because he's not the same person he was when he left. While Zelda could come to Ordon with Link and learn how to rest and feel revived with the simple but hard work of farm life, and the kids would all adore her and put flowers in her hair, and Link could finally tell Zelda his sincere mixed feelings of everything that happened with them and Midna and the Twili because she’s really the only other one who knows and understands what he went through, and maybe Link begins to see who Zelda is outside of being the crown princess of Hyrule, and maybe Zelda starts seeing Link for who he is outside of being the Hero of Hyrule and aaaaagh there’s just so much there to work with.

They’re all each other has with the depths of what really happened, and man. Rip to the fanfic I had of them that lived perpetually in my mind and will probably never see the light of day. 😭

[leori-the-unlearned]

silly edits i made for fun awhile ago :)

[bananas-mode]

Rrrrr new pfp

[droughtofapathy]

"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby

Suffs

April 23, 2024 | Broadway | Music Box Theatre | Evening | Musical | Original | 2H 30M

The changes and improvements to Suffs since its off-Broadway run have been staggering, to no surprise. A show must be allowed time to change and evolve before coming to Broadway and not all shows this season bothered to take that time. By refraining from making that mad dash to the Great White Way, Suffs has become an entirely new show with a tighter narrative, better pacing, and a clearer aim. And yet, something must always be lost. Ultimately, the bite was lost.

The show is good. It's a solid piece of storytelling with a better score than most right now. The design was given a Broadway facelift, complete with better costumes, and a bigger budget set design. Lighting design improved and shone. And yet on this vast Broadway-sized stage, it feels smaller. Softer. A pinch instead of a sting. In a smaller off-Broadway venue, a cast of twenty feels grandiose. On the vast, deep, massive Broadway stage, a cast of seventeen gets swallowed up. For the most part, the Broadway show takes place on one level, leaving the set design to tower over the actors. This, I have to assume, is a purposeful decision, though I'm still not certain of its efficacy. While I didn't necessarily like the utilitarian set off-Broadway, it split the stage into several levels, and the women felt larger than life. They demanded space and they took it.

The changes and cuts were necessary. The show is structurally rock-solid. I admire and applaud a musical theatre composer and writer who is able to kill her darlings in pursuit of creating something better to be proud of. It is a good show. I will be seeing it again. I will like it.

But the show on Broadway only ever comes within reach of grabbing you by the throat. It never quite gets there. It's resonant, it's relevant, but it is not riveting. Tension was lost in translation. The other version may not have been well-paced, but the fear and tension loomed large. I remember leaving The Public Theater ready to burn something to the ground. I left the Music Box pleased, but not radicalized.

Verdict: A Lovely Night

A Note on Ratings

[uwudonoodle]

I never listen to music when I write. Anything but pure silence is distracting to me (I even use earplugs). But I'm jealous of all the writers who have perfect playlists to set the vibe. I decided I wanted a vibe too, so I got this cute lamp instead.

It has lots of different color combos, and looks so neat when I'm writing late at night.

[actually-a-ghost]

very cool of anamanaguchi to put the sub boss theme in the final fight for literally just me and nobody else.

[chenziee]

Freedom

Second piece for the @yamabrozine! This time full of Ace, fluff and ~pain~ 👹🔥

Shout out to my beta again, both for the help and for leaving wonderful live commentary of "don't make me ship them", "who would WANT to go there?!" and "oh fuck you". Love you <3

[ Read on AO3 | Yamato zine fics ]

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When he had woken up that morning, Yamato hadn't expected to make a friend. But then evening came and with it, pirates.

Angry pirates, too young and hot headed—literally—for their own good. It was lucky Kaido wasn’t there, if only because that made it possible for Yamato to fight their captain himself; to test his power, to see him free the captive children, to break the large dragon statue at the entrance to Onigashima, and with it, the chains Kaido had around his soul.

The moment he swung his kanabo at the statue which represented Kaido’s power, it was like something snapped. Something that had restrained him, kept him from spreading his wings and even dreaming of flying.

Now, he felt light, like the sky boats that the people of Wano set free during the Fire Festival; the ones that Yamato could only watch float into the sky from his confines of Onigashima. He knew they were sent as messages to the dead… but every time he saw them, he couldn’t help but think how much freedom those messages—and the dead who received them—had.

But now, with the statue destroyed, its broken off head lying at Yamato’s feet…

He knew he, too, would fly one day. Not today, maybe not even once the dawn finally came to Wano.

But one day… he was going to leave.

“Why are you suddenly looking so serious?”

Yamato jumped at Ace’s words. He stared at the man for a moment, trying to gather his lost thoughts. “You came here from the East Blue, right?” he asked, leaning forward.

“Yeah?” Ace blinked at Yamato in confusion.

“Have you seen the island in the sky?!” Yamato questioned eagerly.

“Which one?” Ace shot back, a smirk on his lips.

Yamato gasped; he could swear his heart skipped a beat too. “There’s more than one?!”

At that, Ace laughed, loud and full of amusement. It took him a while to calm down enough to reply, “Yes. Though I haven’t actually been yet. They’re a real bitch to get to.”

“That’s amazing!” Yamato cried, a giggle on his lips as he let himself fall back; he laid on the ground, arms spread out while he grinned at the stars above. 

It was real.

“And the island where lightning falls like rain?” Yamato mumbled, breathless.

“Deuce nearly murdered me when we arrived on that one! It was fun though.” Ace burst out in laughter all over again, no doubt at the memory of his serious first mate and navigator absolutely losing his shit over his captain’s reckless decisions.

And Yamato…

Laughed.

Twice tonight, a weight was lifted off his shoulders. First, his chains.

And now, his doubts about the crazy places that Oden had described—dismissed so easily. It wasn’t made up. It wasn’t exaggerated. Those places really existed, just waiting for Yamato to make his way there and experience them for himself.

Waiting for him to create his own adventures.

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A small smile played on Yamato’s lips as he thought back to that night almost two years ago. It felt like yesterday that he had interrogated Ace about every little thing in Oden’s journal, listened to his stories, sighed at Ace’s endless boasting about his brother.

Now, Yamato was alone again… but he wasn’t lonely anymore.

Letting go of the sky boat in his hands, Yamato watched as it rose up to the sky, floating up and up and up, away from Onigashima.

Free.

Yamato’s smile didn’t falter when a single tear slid down his cheek.

“Goodbye, Ace.”

[ladysantos]

an old karlach i never got to finish

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[napping-sapphic]

take your clothes off and get on the bed what no we aren’t having sex right now we’re cuddling and pressing every inch of skin together as close as possible for the next six hours

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

If you enjoyed, please consider supporting by buying a PDF of the comic on itch.io: https://tawnysoup.itch.io/home-in-the-woods

[stargirl230]

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[fuckinnear]

everybody Must say hello to burger boy immediately

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[birdmenmanga]

they are putting yaoi in the city art museum and censoring nsfw content with heat-responsive material so you have to put your hands on it to see dick

[eydilily]

this is fine