#Palmward

[nonbinarydonnahayward]

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992) dir. David Lynch // Mitski - I Don’t Smoke

[dogmomwrites]

Heads Up Seven Up!

This tag came from @new-royston-cursebreakers, @cljordan-imperium, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @thetruearchmagos, and @iamwritehere, so thank you all for including me in this game! And for your patience lol

Gonna be passing this along with softs tags to @charlesjosephwrites, @zihus, @writewithfire, @aalinaaaaaa, @shay-creates, @i-can-even-burn-salad, and @ainahwrites, as well as keeping this an open tag!

Rules—share last seven lines of WIP and tag seven people. However, since I'm combining multiple tags, I'm gonna share more than seven lines. This excerpt went over pretty well in writing discord I'm in, so maybe everyone else will like it as well

apologies for it being longer than my usual excerpts

“I remember when you took your first steps. You were a year old. I guess that’s common for babies to start walking around, but you were so young. So small. You were holding onto Mom’s fingers as she helped you stand up. You let go and we thought you were gonna fall, but you didn’t. You took two steps. Then you fell. You didn’t cry. You pushed yourself back up, all on your own, and you walked the rest of the way to me. You only fell again when I was there to catch you. Like you knew I would.” 

Riley didn’t look at the camera as he spoke. He stared at something on the desk, barely even blinking. His gaze was blank. His voice stayed low and somewhat dull. 

“You always looked up to me. I never wanted you to stop. I wanted to be the person you looked up to—I wanted to be the person you saw when you looked at me. Do you still see me that way? Do you still see that person when you look at me? Or do you just see me now? Are you still proud of me? Can you still be proud of me? I want you to be.” 

“I remember when you would follow me everywhere. Couldn’t even take a girlfriend on a date without you wanting to tag along. I couldn’t ever make myself say no to you. I got teased for it, for having my baby sister be my third wheel, but I never really cared. You were always so excited to go with me. I liked when you would follow me around.” He shifted slightly, nothing more than a slight tilt of his head, as though confused. “When did you stop? Why did you stop? Did you lose some of your love for me? How do I get it back?” 

His voice dropped even lower and took on a softness that didn’t linger. “I don’t wanna see you get hurt again.” He moved his hands then, nothing more than turning them palmward up and stretching out his fingers while he stared at them. As though seeing them differently than they were. “I still see you as a little girl sometimes in my dreams. I know you’re not anymore. I know you’re an adult now...but...you’re still that little girl with dirt on her face and holes in her jeans. You’re still my little sister. My baby sister. But you’re not a baby anymore. You’re not a little girl.” 

“Mom says you’re majoring in something with computers. I thought you wanted to be a photographer. I guess I have been gone a while. I don’t really know you anymore. I used to know everything about you. All the drama with your friends. I used to know all their names. Where they lived. I used to know how every one of them liked their sandwiches made. Cuz I’d make them for them. But now I don’t know any of your friends’ names.” 

He looked up, back at the wall. “I remember when you wrecked your pink bike and fell off and skinned your knee. You cried. I carried you and the bike back home. We were two miles away. But I remember how you looked at me when we got home. Like I was a god. No. Better. Like I was your hero. When did that stop? You made me feel like I was a hero. Like I could do anything. Fix any problem. Make the world better. Make it safe for you. So you could be safe wherever you went. I’m not there to look after you anymore...I’m not there to keep you safe. But you can look after yourself now.” A small frown furrowed between his brows. “Can you? Can you keep yourself safe? In this world? I know you’re not a little girl anymore, but...but you are. To me, anyway. Maybe you always will be.” 

“I love you. I miss you. I miss the you that I actually knew.” Abruptly, he straightened up and reached out to the phone; the video ended.

[wepry]

Hanoi

CW torture, sexual violence

There was a crooked cross in the lawn.

His brown shoes pushed aside dust as he scraped down the

He sat cross-legged in front of a plate of chicken eating without passion. "The first night wasn't the worst," he said. "None of us thought that. We all stopped thinking things we were told back in the world once we had seen what we'd seen. Things could always be worse." Oil spills from his teeth and runs along his chin. "The first day they didn't interrogate me. They threw me in the cell and left me there for five days. In the cold you could hear people being tortured, how they screamed. I would track the distance between each scream and the smell." He scratched his chin. "I would have died if it hadn't rained. People did die that way, of thirst. I'd suck on the walls and the floors and'd dream of the roof collapsing, of all the dirt coming down on me and burying me in my sleep." He met her eyes. "When they pulled me out I was barely alive. They fed me spoonfuls of slop and let me drink. Then the torture started."

Her eyes were wide and unmoved. She stared at him in wanton neglect of this information, as if it meant nothing and had no relevance to her current predicament. The man continued regardless.

"First they tied me to the grill and ran electricity through it. It felt like my soul was being separated from my body, like pure sensation had been distilled and poured through me in ways I couldn't fathom. They'd leave me there and I'd think I was dying or going mad but I was uuu. I hardly recognized it at all." He trailed off, staring down at the floor and breathing. Her hands were laid flat palmwards on her knees.

"They asked me things I didn't understand. I thought they already knew what they knew but it didn't seem like uuu. I remember the first gook I saw when I first got there, how his feet had turned black and his face wasn't moving. But he still breathed. It made sense then and it makes sense now." He chuckled.

"You don't know the beginning of this, do you?"

She was wasted and mute, hardly attentive by then but for the movement of his lips and the grunting sounds, not as the words they uuu. The silence hurt like stale air but that was all she had known. It would continue to hurt. He had nothing to offer her.

"Fuck…" he exhaled, tracing down along her thigh and watching her every movement. "It's all the same, baby."

He kissed her and her lips were dirty and her eyes did not close and . He pulled back and uuu, their breath intermingling. He put up his hands and pulled her eyelids down himself before continuing, feeling safe and comforted.

When they were done he left her a package of cookies and she grabbed them immediately and he walked out, his brown boots going thump thump against the staircase.

Chicken :(((((((((((

[wandering-chronicler-blog]

Trial of Wisdom

Hello all, have another little piece I did to help flesh out the background and the version of Hyrule that appears in The Wolf of Farore.

This is another with young Link like the previous piece found here.

About three miles from The Tower of Hera and a mile under the earth was an ancient shrine that had once been used by The Sheikah.  For what purpose, Link had no clue and the hylian boy had no care at the moment for archeology as he stood in the chilled room.   

He hugged himself and rubbed his arms as he looked over the blocks in front of him and the gap out to his right.  After another minute of looking over the puzzle before him, he went to push the same block he’d moved.  As it had before, it slid along the floor until it collided with the edge of the icy floor.  Once done, he climbed up on the other block nearby and looked to see where to slide it to next.

 “Okay,” he said.  “Okay, push that one there and then this one into the side and to that one.  That’ll raise the bridge.”  He looked at the gap and the door on the other side.  “I need to get the other one too, but…”  Link sneezed then and hugged himself to try and warm up a little.  He looked then to the massive tower that was in the center of the labyrinth.  Whatever room he was in for the trial they were putting him through, he could see it.  At the top of it was the sheikah spymaster Impa and his mentor.  He wondered though if there were other potentials like himself up there and watching, but dismissed the idea when he realized that’d they’d see the Trial of Wisdom and then have an advantage.

  Impa leaned over the opening in the tower and watched him closely, holding a telescope carefully.  She turned it carefully, zooming out from the sight below so she got a better idea of the room he was in.  A second later, she glanced at the hourglass and ancient sheikah slate on a table next to her before going back to watching.  Her ears picked up someone coming up the stairs behind her. Training and instinct kept her casual, but ready to grab the knife she had hidden on her.

 “So, how’s he doing?” Alfonzo asked.

 “He’s at the ice blocks and the two switches,” she said, not turning to face him.  “Doing fine on time too.”

 “Well, least he didn’t stop at the statues.  I hated those things when I went through this.”  He nudged her in the arm, offering her a mug of coffee.

 She lowered the telescope and took the mug with a nod of thanks.  “He did reset that one more than any other potential…  He’s just as stubborn as you!”

 “Hey, I got through the statues portion after three resets of it,” Alfonzo answered, motioning his own mug of coffee at her,

 She took a sip before turning to lean against the wall and facing the champion.  “Link reset it nine times.  I was actually thinking he was going to run out of time on it.”

 “Ah…  Well, what about the written portion?  How’d he do on that?”

 “He scored about average.”  Impa was shaking her head.  “He’s plenty smart though.  Just doesn’t want to do the reading.”

 A grin spread across Alfonzo’s lips and he chuckled.  “Have you read any of those treatises on monster physiology?  Hell, I fell asleep reading it.”

 “I have.  But I see your point.  I’ll talk to Daphnes about updating the material.”  She took a long drink from her mug then before glancing down at the boy in the maze.

 “When Eagus woke me, I learned that the kid had broken Cia out of the library, snuck past the guards and both of them were somewhere in the woods…” He sighed and closed his eyes for a second, remembering the insanity of that day.  “Thanks for covering about that too.”

  “Yep.”

 “And for not reading me the riot act.”

 Impa’s eyes focused directly on the man in the blue and white tunic before her as she finished her coffee.  She placed the mug next to the hourglass and looked back down at Link in the maze.  “I did not wish to make a scene in front of Impa the Elder and her granddaughter.”

 “Ah….”

  “You do owe me still for that.”

 A sheepish laugh escaped him then and Alfonzo rubbed the back of his neck. He looked down at the almost black fluid steaming out of the mug.  “…Hey, what’s the kid doing?”

 She picked up her telescope and focused it back on Link.  “…It looks like he’s kicking the block and hurting his foot.  …And screaming.”

 “We know what he’s saying?”

 “Use the slate,” she said.  “It’ll pick up the listening runes set up down there.  You could probably watch him through it too.”

  He had quickly grown to loathe this puzzle.  He knew it was important and knew exactly why they were supposed to be put through the trials after all.  The Kingdom needed  her champions to be able to embody all aspects of The Triforce.  He just wished he had a little more control over how the blocks moved so he could get them into position.  He kicked the block a second time, harder.  It was so heavy though, all kicking did was hurt his foot. “GAAAH!  YOU STUPID DEMISE-PLOUGHING PIECE OF SHIT CRATE!” Link shouted as he hopped on one foot for a few moments.  “Damnit-damnit-damnit!”  The boy hissed through his teeth as the pain subsided and he looked around again. “Okay…  Get this goddess-damned block back on the center switch.  Raise the bridge.  Leaving…”  He stopped then and checked the things he’d been given.

 Opening the bag, he dug through it, finding two thermite bombs, two smoke bombs and a pair of deku nuts.  There were the frost arrows for his short recurve bow that was on his back with his sword along with some fire arrows.  There was a rope as well, his simple blue charm made of a gosspi stone and two bottles.  One had water in it while the other had lantern oil.  “Oh.”  His eyes went wide as he had an idea and looked at the floor again.  He pushed the first block into position and it colided with the second block.  There was a clunk as the one he’d pushed landed on top of the pressure switch. The bridge began to raise.

  At hearing the sound of the young Link cursing through the sheikah slate, Impa immedietly lowered the spyglass and looked directly at Alfonzo. Her lips drooped at the corners and eyes narrowed.

 He quickly slid a finger across the slate to silence it and put it back down.  “Hey, I didn’t teach him to swear,” he replied.

 The look on her face didn’t change.  “…Right.”

 “I mean it, Impa.”

 She sighed and shook her head, smiling ever so slightly as she looked back down at the maze.  “Well, in fairness, that was pretty tame compared to what I heard you say to the striga.”

 “Sweet Farore,” he groaned.  “You’re not ever going to let me forget that damn striga.”

 “Of course not.”

 “Heh.”  He took a deep breath and another sip of his coffee.  Putting it down next to the hourglass and slate he walked over and looked over her shoulder down at the maze below.  “So, how’s the princess?”

 “Mired in her statecraft classes when she’d rather be talking archeology at the archives with Auru.”  She looked over her shoulder at him.  “She’s very good at it in spite of her protests.  Will be a wise queen one day and excellent commander for The Chosen. One not everyone will adore, but one that can be trusted and respected to do what is best for her people.  I admit though, that there are times she needs to think more with her heart and less with her head.  The mistakes she makes are the result of thinking too logically.”

 Alfonzo chuckled a little.  “The opposite problem of Link down there…”

 She nodded in agreement, remembering some of the boy’s antics and attempts at righting percieved wrongs around The Tower.  When she looked back down, she saw the position of the blocks. The boy was moving to another and in the time of their conversation the bridge had been raised.  “Speaking of whom, he has that puzzle.  He just needs to…”

 Alfonzo sighed as he saw Link stop at the wrong side and pushed the block“…Nope…”

 Impa shook her head as she saw him climb on top of the block that was now pushed to the far corner of the room.  “If he’d just move the other block to stop that one from sliding…”

 “Wait, he’s doing something.”

 “Mmm?”  She looked back and pulled the spyglass back up to her eye.  “He’s using the frost arrows on the bridge.  To hold it in place but that still leaves the lock.”  Impa watched as once he’d held the bridge in place with the arrows he pushed the block that was keeping it up off and onto the other switch.  The one that would have opened the lock.  The bridge shuddered and ice cracked off the sides of it, but it did not budge.

 “Surprised he didn’t stumble into the answer by now.”

 “Well, it’s obvious to us since we’re up here and can clearly see what to do.  And you’ve done it before.  I recall Galen saying you figured this one out very-“

 “Hey, what’s he doing?”

 “What?”

 “There’s smoke down there.”

  Link’s frustration had gotten the better of him.  He was sick and tired of this puzzle and the entire Trial of Wisdom. He pried open one of the thermite bombs and poured as much of the redish-brown powder he could into the lock.   Once content, he stuffed the fuse into it and backed away.  Thanks to some of his training, he didn’t need the fire striker or the fire arrows and flicked his wrist outward, coiling index and pinky fingers palmward.  There was a snap and a flash and a fast spout of fire errupted out, hitting the fuse.  Within seconds, there was a sizzling sound from the lock.  Molten metal and sparks shot outward and bubbled on the stone floor.  He ran over the bridge to the other side to avoid getting burned.

  Impa clenched her teeth at seeing the brightness of the thermite burning the lock.  “…That little…”  She heard her friend behind her snickering.  “Not a word, Alfonzo.”

 “Did he get out?’

 As the smoke and molten metal faded, she saw Link rush back across the bridge and charge through the door.  “He did! And it looks like he used one of the thermite bombs from the last room!  Burned through the lock if I had to take a guess!  Did you ever teach him that trick I taught you?”

 “Nope.  Not gonna let a ten-year-old near what we use to cut into a rogue armos’ stone hide.”

 “Alfonzo…”

 “He might’ve seen me do it once or twice on some of the jobs I could take him on, but I never actually taught him!  Honest!”

 She smiled a little as she lowered the telescope.  “I must admit though.  He’s very good at improvising a solution.”

 Alfonzo nodded in agreement.  “He is.  They’re usually just not very elegant.”

 “You can say that gain.  It’s probably good he’s going last though now.”

 “Why’s that?”

 “We’re going to need a new lock.”

[iloveshippingkitty]

The Danger in General Gestures - SandersSides (Prinxiety fic)

Okay so this fic here is inspired by https://prinxietys.tumblr.com/post/156833194193/what-if-one-day-prince-and-anxiety-have-an

So here we go

“Can you just not, Anxiety?” Prince turned around to look at Anxiety sat on a table. It was ever so slightly distracting for Prince when Anxiety did that but Prince put the fact he has stomach butterflies around the guy in a box to deal with after he confronted him.

“It’s my job.” Anxiety replied with a smirk as he glanced at Prince to the side of him. 

Putting his head in his hand a moment before bringing it back up,   Prince sighed sadly , “But we could have gone.”

“Why?” Anxiety slipped down off the table with surprising grace and stood in front of Prince, “I mean, someone had their drink spiked recently. Are we willing to risk that? Plus who even wants us there?”

“Friends! Plus, we can be careful.” Prince retorted, seemingly feeling very active today if his hand and arm movements and gestures were anything to fo by.

“No, I can be careful, Prince. You’d go running into danger and forget while being so damn chivalrous. Pfft, yeah, friends, right.” Anxiety rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t forget… Wait, did you just say I was chivalrous?” Prince asked going still a moment when he realised Anxiety complimented him.

“Yes, Sir Sing-a-lot, you’re a Prince. Now back on topic.” Anxiety tried not to blush at the guy he so obviously had a crush on realising he was being complimented being argued.

“You didn’t need to cancel though, Sunshine, we could have had fun.” Prince moaned, angrily.

Anxiety crossed his arms, partly out of defence, partly out of sassiness, explaining, “I’m sorry did you not hear that someone was spiked in the town last week? Or are we not all part of Thomas’ consciousness? We can go out when there’s less threats.”

“There’s always gonna be threats. There’s threats in staying still and threats in moving. We have to be willing to go out and challenge them, we know how to take precautions. I just don’t understand why you don’t think we can go. We should be able to have fun.”  Prince reasoned, then threw his hands up, feeling very vexated about the whole ordeal. 

This is when something horrifying happened.

Despite his hands being within a foot radius of himself when thrown up in exasperation and more to his side than in front of him and Anxiety a further 5 feet in front of him - Anxiety not only flinched but his arms came undone of being crossed and straight up in front of his face as if to fend off a hit to the face by taking it to the hands. Despite viewing a few of his fits and attacks he rarely saw him look this frightened. Especially so lucid and not in his own head.

When the shock wore off the horror took centre stage of Prince’s face and his hands turned to face palmwards towards him in a motion of surrender.

“No, no, no. Please no. Anxiety. Please don’t think I’d ever hurt you like that.” His voice mere moments before robust and confident had quietened with worry. Prince couldn’t bear to think that Anxiety was afraid Prince would .. It was unthinkable. He slayed dragons and took care of people. He would never abuse his friends, much less the young man who made his heart flutter every time he saw him. He never wanted anyone to think of him like that.

Both stood where they were looking at each other, one looking in horror the other in fear for half a minute.

“Sorry, Prince, sorry. Sorry. I don’t mean to be bad all of the time. Honest, I don’t. We can go if you want. Just I get scared for Thomas.. I know I’m a villain. I don’t deserve to be here. I just. I try be good Prince. Honest I do. It’s just so hard. So if Thomas says I need getting rid of forever. I understand. But I am so, so sorry Prince.” Anxiety rambled, too fearful that everyone knew he was a villain and had decided to kill him off.

He knew it. Prince hated him. Of course he hated him, why wouldn’t he? He was evil. He was mean and horrible and made Thomas cry. He stopped Thomas from having fun and kept him up at night. He knew it was a matter of time before they’d all turn against him and hate him. How could they not?

That was what snapped Prince out of the stillness. Keeping his hands up at surrender pose and softly approached Anxiety. About a foot away he gingerly brought his hands close to Anxiety’s face and asked softly, “Anxi, may I?”

A confused, curious and slightly blushing Anxiety nodded to let him know he was allowed to do whatever he wished. As delicately as Prince could he cupped Anxiety’s face with his hands. Prince’s surprise doubled as Anxiety unconciously nuzzled ever so slightly.

“I am so sorry, Anx. I would never hurt you like that. I was throwing my hands in a shrug. But I never meant to scare you. And for that I apologise. It doesn’t matter about the party now. It matters that you are okay. Are you okay?“ To Prince’s question, Anxiety nodded. Prince brought his forehead to Anxiety’s and thumb grazed his cheek affectionately before continuing, “You are not a villain Anx. You’re Thomas’ main guardian. You keep him safe. You are so inspiring.”

“But I upset Thomas by not going. I keep him up and I scare him. Sometimes I’m bad for him.” Anxiety mumbled looking down but Prince’s expecting eyes brought them back up.

“You can be a complete moron some of the time, Anxiety. Get it from the rest of us, huh? Good thing you’re pretty. Yeah sometimes Thomas needs a let-up. But you’re my friend. A friend to all of us. I would never do that. You may have stopped him from attending but I’ve got him in the middle of physical danger before. All of us have at one time or another, upset or endangered Thomas. We all do bad and we all do good. You’re still amazing Anx. Maybe one day when I can look in your eyes without melting I’ll tell you the ways that you are. You have to believe me though.” Prince spoke softly, nuzzling foreheads.

“I do. I just.. I don’t believe you’re the type of person to hurt a friend. I just get scared. That as much good as I try to do as well as being his voice of worry that I’m just no good. I won’t again though… Wait. Did you call me pretty and say your heart melts when you look at me?” Anxiety blushed so deeply that it seeped through his white foundation.

“Of course. I have the world’s biggest crush on you. It’s pretty obvious, Sunshine.” He finally smiled.

“You do? I thought I was the only one.”

“What?” Prince’s eyes widened.

“What? Did Sir Sing-a-lot not notice?” Anxiety smirk finally came back as he rubbed his nose against Prince’s and Prince felt his heart fluttering in his chest.

“I think I was too busy being scared about you noticing mine to notice yours.” Prince chuckled.

“Time to amend that, then.” Anxiety ran a hand through Prince’s hair then asked in a rather deep tone that Anxiety used when pointing out Disney flaws that often left Prince speechless, “Prince, can I please kiss you?”

A bit breathless Prince softly whispered while nodding, “Yes.”

Anxiety cupped Prince’s face softly and slowly brought his lips to barely brush over Prince’s open lips. Then slowly backed away, angled his face the other way, inched his face back up and kissed Prince slowly but passionately. Prince quietly sighed through his nose then his hands dropped from Anxiety’s face to his hips and quickly brought him closer and kissed him more deeply. Anxiety moaned into the kiss and pulled Prince everyet closer. Soon they both needed to breath and seperated though not by much.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Can we keep doing that forever?”

“Fine by me.”

“Well then. You can take me on a date. And be my significant other. My boyfriend. If you like.” Prince said teasingly but sounded nervous.

“It would be my pleasure.” Then Anxiety remembered himself, “I mean, we can if you like. I’m not adverse.”

“You’re an idiot. My wonderful, idiot boyfriend.” He chuckled and although quietly and almost secret like Anxiety joined in. Then Prince asked, “Can I kiss you again?”

For the moment at least, Anxiety threw out all apathy as he softly smirked, “Yes. I’d like nothing more.”

[mollymcneelypoetry]

This is the Poem I Will Not Name

I have a hard time giving names to feelings when it’s not five in the morning, And I never wake up early only stay up long after the bars have closed and I can’t just stay up. I have to stay all the way up or more up than I have any business being and we have no where to go so we end up sitting on the floor of my bedroom perched on piles of laundry and I try to find the clean one for overnight guests or tourists to my madness and we are naming feelings and now it’s nine in the morning and I have done much more blow than she has because she still has a chance at happiness and I’m afraid mine is all scattered over oceans but I want her to learn from my mistakes. They are more worth making when they can save the whole world from pain.

I can only say what I mean when I can count the days I haven’t slept As lines under my eyes As mistakes pressed palmward into cement As lines cut out on any smooth surface that will take them And I’ve named this problem It’s my adorable little bad habit One we laugh about or he yells at me about, only half joking, And I am only half joking when I say at least this mistake makes my heart pound. Makes me feel glamorous. Feel flawed, feel half empty but feel Anything

and I’ve named it now After waking up sweaty after two nights of blown dreams after a week of trying to clean myself out using shovels instead of spades I’ll call you blinded call you desire call you second shower today because I can’t stop twitching call you “I only like bad ideas and this is the worst one yet” and this sweat won’t last but I’m getting vertigo nauseous from holding myself back

When it’s the afternoon now and I am still awake and I have to deal with this day and this sun and with awake more quickly than I can handle and I'm passing strangers smiling down at their phones and Biting back snark and “look UP” And the rage wells underneath And my little finger won’t stop shaking and this little trigger wants to blow up and my teeth hurt from sucking on them and I am all agitation and irritable and stereotypical temper and all teeth all rough all attitude and all the world seemed so suited to me just a few hours ago but then everyone else could Stop drop sleep and out of context this next line seems like a good thing but I’ve always had a tough time giving up

And I try to give names to feelings besides want. Call me need. Call me itch you want to scratch open until it bleeds. Call me seasonal mania. Call me the back pain from standing up for too long but everyone agrees I look better cut open. look how much better I look already. This mania might kill me but I’ve already lost five pounds. And this mania doesn’t leave my brain feeling bullet ridden just a little hazy but my brain always feels a little hazy these days and I’m trying to remember what it felt like to feel but I can’t even remember what I did last night Or the night before Or the night before the night before the night before And I say, I have a hard time giving names to emotions and she says I thought you were a writer and I agree. I used to think so too. I use to think so too.