#and loving it! 👍🏻

[mustlovewillgrahamsdogs]

how it feels to be trending again, week after week!! 😄

[p0nyr0ni]

[alukaforyou]

im da butterfly tbh🦋 short hair ver under da cut

he looks cute w short hair lol like the mc in slam dunk!!

drew this thinking abt a movie i watched its called 'about family' (2024) its a comedy but kinda sad and ah 🫠 i liked it! BUT i was thinking,,,,,, IF he wanted to,,,,,,, cant sukuna go be a monk lmfao idk much abt buddhism but i thought its all abt treating all life forms with compassion & not judging by appearance???? whats the monastery gonna say? "sorry we dont accept uglee freaks" ???? that wouldnt be v buddhist of them :/ so in conclusion he could probs find some monk buddies there if he rly wanted 😔 not pictured but i imagine he can stick both arms into each armhole and just wear the robes cuz the sleeves r big anyways. if anything they can just make this hole bigger vvv

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Man, I was just replaying Night of Secrecy, and it hits different after Elysium (many things do tbh).

Knowing how long Sylus has waited — how much he has yearned — for MC has made it more...bittersweet, ig is the word I'm looking for

"You really don't want me to leave?"

"You haven't changed your mind, have you...? You just said 'yes?'"

Idk, maybe it's b/c my brain operates on angst, but these kind of hurt a bit now ☹️

On the sweet side though, it also makes the kiss and the sex and the morning after even more impactful than they already were 💗

After decades (but more likely centuries) of longing, he got to feel her lips against his own again.He got to make love with her again. He got to fall asleep with her in his arms again. He got to observe her contentedly sleeping face in the early morning hours again.

[vampiresteeth]

i'm watching the 2023 royal rumble and i simply just can not get over sheamus and drew's reactions to otis doing the worm and thrust move 😭😭😭

[cryptkl]

jbayce......jayce with ticklish ears/neck..Do you see the vision

[lavaflowe]

“And I guess it would feel like rebirth, out of some kind of dying, to see yourself so glowing”

Plus Flats + Closeup

[vioshortforviolence]

Pineapple is not a popular pizza topping choice among Links 🍍

original image from @linkeduniverse

[bevioletskies]

gemini & fourth (in every universe) ↳ li ming vs. gun vs. atom + wearing their boyfriend's shirt

“Oh, please. Look at the color. I’m not wearing it. It’s too sweet.”

[kissmypoets-hp]

hello drarry fandom please accept my humble offerings... they are reading together <3

[nilesmoon]

this thing is a washed out tv producer who has a wife who divorced him and kids that he has to pay child support to btw

[dykerikki]

do NOT separate them....

[alukaforyou]

ooh i wonder wat hes doing heh :3c wip

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

MC's toes fighting for their lives whenever she tries to smooch this giant ass man (and she still doesn't reach all the way to his mouth!) 😭 Bend your knees Sylus. Help your girl out 😤

Also can we talk about the size difference?! Holy fuck

Here's the other guys. Just for fun! From shortest to tallest 🤗

Btw speaking of giant ass...

😳

Is this part of the reason why this game takes up so much storage? dhdjfj

[warpedwings]

Misha Collins - What are we doing?

Most adorable 50 year old ever.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Ok, writing request time:

Perhaps someone is captured and there’s a rescue. I love comfort with that type of angst hehe

Link had tasted blood many times.

The first time was when he’d fallen flat on his face in Zora’s Domain while chasing Bazz. He’d also lost his first tooth as a result. But he’d gotten himself hurt plenty of times since then.

It had never been like this, though. The taste stayed, stuck in his mouth because he hadn’t had any way to fix it, he hadn’t been able to drink something. His throat was drier than the sand that was stuck in it, and he coughed a little as he huddled in on himself.

He’d been training and training, yet the moment he was confronted with danger, he’d gotten himself captured. He felt absolutely disappointed in himself and angry.

Worse than anything, though, he felt scared. The thirteen-year-old hadn’t expected to be jumped by these strange men, and they’d dared to try and take the Master Sword away as well. He was so stupid, and now he had the indignity of staring at it through the bars of his cell, reminded that he’d managed to get himself into this mess.

“If he bears the sword, then he has to be the one!” one of the soldiers hissed to the other.

“He’s just a kid, there’s no way,” his companion huffed, crossing his arms.

“Then what about the sword?” The first one asked. “We got information that the sword had chosen a wielder, and this kid has it!”

Link glared at the guards, but he didn’t bother saying anything. His father usually wouldn’t when people were threatening him, after all.

His father. He hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed in him. Link was so angry at himself - he’d fought off almost all of them before two of them had hit him from behind. His head still ached horribly from it.

Stupid or not… he just wished someone would notice he was gone. He had to try to figure out how to get out of here, but he’d never been in a situation like this before.

He couldn’t let his fear stop him from escaping. There had to be a way to break out.

Link took a steadying breath, eyes observant as he ignored the conversation going on between the weird guards. They all dressed the same and hid their faces behind masks that looked like some absurd rendition of the Sheikah symbol. Maybe…

Link’s train of thought derailed as the guards turned their attention to him. He grew more alert, stiffening and straightening his back, waiting for some kind of threat. What had they just said? Were they talking to him?

Whatever they were going to do, they never had a chance. One of them yelped as something whistled through the air, a familiar sound to Link’s ears. He perked up immediately, seeing the arrow that embedded into the guard’s back as the other one drew a sickle, ready to fight. Link shot to his feet, rushing towards the felled guard and reaching as far as he could to get to his keys.

The other guard was stabbed through the chest, and Link recoiled his hand as the man nearly fell on it. When he glanced up, he felt immediate relief flood his entire body, and he almost cried at the sight of the familiar soldier.

“Papa!” He croaked, voice cracking, scrambling to the locked door to his cell.

His father stood in front of him, moving so fast Link could barely keep up, defeating every enemy that rushed into the area. Then he hastily grabbed the key from the dead guards, unlocking the cell, and Link slammed into his embrace. The hug was brief, though, far too brief, before Abel ordered him to get the Master Sword. The pair rushed ahead, and Link saw multiple Hyrulian soldiers fighting the strange men dressed in red.

It didn’t take long to find the exit to the canyon fortress, and Link was limping by the time they got to safety. He’d almost forgotten they’d hit his leg really hard, and it was starting to bother him a lot.

Once they were somewhere safe, Abel immediately dragged Link back into a hug. Link could feel his father’s heart racing against his ear, even through the chainmail, and he let himself shiver as the adrenaline wore off.

“Papa, I’m sorry,” he whimpered, hiding his face so no one else could see his tears.

“Ssh,” his father hushed him gently. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner, little knight.”

The relief he felt at those words, paired with the steady and tight embrace from safe arms, wrenched a sob out of the young soldier. His father hushed him again, even softer than before, and then gently pulled away to look him over. Link could hardly see him through the tears, but he couldn’t even express how wonderful it was to just see his father’s face.

He hated how scared he’d been. But…

Warm, calloused hands moved along his forehead, then his cheek, tracing the blood trail from his temple. He watched his father’s eyes harden a little at the sight of it before melting once they made contact with his own.

“Oh, Link,” he sighed a little, and Link let out another quiet sob.

He couldn’t keep crying like this, and he knew it. He’d never really seen his papa cry, and he knew that he was the best soldier there was. He couldn’t break down like this every time there was danger - this was part of his job as a soldier!

His father must have thought the same. He didn’t hug him again, though he wiped the tears away wordlessly, thumb caressing his cheek. Link sniffled and but his lips, trying to get the hiccups under control.

“Where are you hurting, son?” Abel asked softly.

“My head and my leg,” he answered, trying to stop his voice from wobbling. “Papa, I’m sorry.”

Abel’s brow furrowed a little, and he pulled Link to walk with him. The young knight couldn’t really tell where they were, the place was surrounded by cliff-sides and rocks, but they were moving towards an area where he could see more Hyrulian soldiers.

“Link,” his father started, and Link stiffened a little at the gravity in his tone. “I… this is my fault, not yours, so stop apologizing.”

“I got myself captured,” Link argued. And I’m crying about it like some scared little child.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone,” Abel said firmly. “This is not your fault. You fought off plenty of them before they captured you. I’m proud of you… and I’m sorry I let this happen.”

He was sorry? He had no reason to be! Link had defeated plenty grown men by this point, he’d proven he should be able to function like any other foot soldier. It made sense to leave him alone like his father had! This was Link’s fault!

Link found that he didn’t have the energy to push the matter, though. He just wanted to hug his papa again, but Abel didn’t seem in the mood, his own expression dark as he strode into the military camp.

By this point Link had managed to stop crying, and he tried not to attract attention to the tear tracks on his cheeks. Many knights glanced at him worriedly, and a few called out in greeting and relief. Link tried to smile and nod at them before he was guided into an empty tent.

Abel set to work quietly, gently pushing Link to sit on the ground and kneeling beside him. He cleaned the blood off his face, washed it gently out of his hair, and he checked his leg, wrapping it up. Only then did he pull him to his chest, and Link melted into the hold. Thankfully there were no more tears, but he never wanted his father to let go.

They stayed there in silence, with Abel slowly working his fingers through his son’s hair, until Link finally fell asleep, safe in his father’s care.

When the boy’s breathing had steadied, Abel finally let his own emotions spill out, burying his face in his child’s hair.

Goddess above. He’d almost lost him.

I’m such an idiot, he mentally berated himself. Just because the child was an adept fighter didn’t mean he should be left to his own devices.

He couldn’t leave Link alone. Not anymore. He wasn’t just a little boy going on adventures. Not with that sword on his back.

It had only been four months, but the boy was attracting attention now. And Abel was terrified.

He’d have to train Link harder. And he was not leaving his son alone again.

Abel huddled closer to his little knight, never letting go, not as the sun set, not as the crickets started to chirp, not as the world quieted around them. He never let go.