#busted reunion

[bear-bear-bear-bear-bear]

jaheira please im trying to have a serious conversation

[merakimagic]

TMNT Reunion Event: Campfire Stories

The air felt cold where Mikey stood. Aware from the fire as the orange flames flickered, sparks drifting upwards, embers glowed and laughter consumed the air as all the other cabins gathered around. Roasting marshmallows, making s’mores.

The fire crackled and popped, logs broke and the fire began to settle after one of the Raph’s had rearranged them.

A peaceful scene but not even the warm laughs or fire could defeat the cold that surrounded Mikey.

Mikey thought to himself

“I’ve seen them before

I didn’t realise it at the time but

I’ve seen them

Even before this all started

I knew my powers were getting stronger but I didn’t want to think about it

I thought they were just dreams

Donnie says my imagination has always been overactive

So I thought it was nothing

But I was wrong

So many people

So many versions of us

All so different

But also the same

Some remind me of when we were kids

When it felt like nothing could touch us and the world was still such an unknown. When we would get upset when separated and our imaginations could keep us occupied for ages.

Some remind me of just before everything changed

When we still challenged everything and being hero’s was so exciting. When Leo still acted like a big shot and Donnie still talked to us about his latest project with amazement and excitement. When Raph still kept his cool and when no matter what we were doing we would just hang out together.

Some have grown up completely different to us But there getting better and there trying to be there for each other

…

All so different

But almost all with their own problems

Lots of problems

I guess he was right

We are creatures destined for tragedy

…

But maybe….

Just maybe… we’ll be okay and be like we were again

Everyone here has overcome challenges and faced adversity.

Yeah

We’ll be okay

We’ll all be okay”

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@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

For Cabin 11 Baby!!

I wanted to draw the whole thing as a comic but my tablet is braking and so is my laptop. He just gotta hang in there for a little longer

Other People who’s AU’s I included:

First Panel:

@allyheart707

@misshowdoyoudo

@littlemissartemisia

@xxsociallyunacceptablepuppetxx

Second Panel:

@hitwiththetmnt

@banana-pancake5

Third Panel:

@itzzaira

Forth Panel:

@v-albion

@liya4kar

@evenmoreofadisaster

Honestly guys, gals and non-binary pals, there are so many amazing AU’s that are involved in this event and I can’t wait to draw more of other peoples AU’s interacting with my own. I definitely suggest checking out these incredible AU’s, created by some pretty incredible people✨

[chaseacer-ghostedition]

My favorite part of bitter reunions was when vlad decided to transition to she/her. Good for her.

If Danny gets non-cis head canons then his foil vlad can get some gender as well.

Trans version below cut

[todays-just-a-daydream]

some important oasis math to consider:

the first oasis album definitely maybe was released 29 august 1994.

and they split 28 august 2009.

that’s just 1 day shy of 15 years that oasis was an active band with an album on the shelves.

(if you count it from their first single release, they were together for 15 years 4 months as an active band. and if you count since the start of the band in 1991, it’s 18 years. but we're using the first album metric so stick with me here.)

in the runup to the definitely maybe 30th anniversary, another looming milestone was discussed among fans: that on 28 august, oasis would officially be disbanded for longer than they were an active band with an album on the shelves. a somber moment for fans to consider.

however the reunion announcement happened 1 day before the 15th anniversary of the band split on 28 august 2009. so the official time oasis has been disbanded is just short of 15 years. by 1 day.

the time oasis is together as an active band with an album on the shelves: just shy of 15 years by ~1 day.

the time oasis is split up: also just shy of 15 years by ~1 day.

so we have to go down to the hours here to complete the comparison. this gets a bit complicated, so i'm checking my work with timeanddate.com's duration calculator.

looking at it by hour, the reunion announcement was 8 am gmt. the split was after a fight just before the paris gig (rock en seine 2009). from this schedule of the festival, oasis was set to go on at 22:00 (or 10 pm) paris time:

reports say bloc party announced the fight/cancellation onstage just moments before oasis was set to go onstage. noel announces the end of the band via oasisinet statement 2 hours later, so let's say the split is official a few minutes before midnight. paris is ahead an hour from gmt, so let's use 22:55 or 10:55 pm. this means the split would have reached 15 years on the night of august 28; 1 day shy of that exactly would be the night of august 27. by announcing the reunion in the morning instead, it's about 9 hours less than 2 days shy of 15 years.

here's the entire length of time between the split and the reunion announcement:

to compare with definitely maybe release to the band split, i need the opening hours of record stores in 94. i'm not quite sure about that. going from current shop hours, it’s definitely by noon; but record shops aren't what they once where either. maybe a big store like virgin megastore was open by 8am in 1994 for new releases. i’m not quite sure. using 8 am makes it longer and using noon makes it shorter but not by enough to change the outcome. let’s just use 8 am for an easy comparison. by this metric, the band would have made it to 15 years from definitely maybe's release on 29 august 2009 at 8am. by splitting at just before midnight 28 august, they missed that milestone by 9 hours or so. much less than 1 day shy of 15 years.

here's the entire length of time from the first album release to the split:

by announcing a reunion on 27 august 8am, oasis just barely makes it so the time they have been disbanded doesn’t surpass the time they were a fully active band selling a full LP of music.

let me repeat that:

the length of time oasis was together as an active band with an album on the shelves is officially greater than the length of the time they spent split apart.

by a bit longer than a 1 day.

about 30 hours to be exact.

unreal.

[eureka-its-zico]

Omg but when Doc and Zoro reunite? He'll definitely be beating the shit out of Arlong and his men for taking away someone who belongs to him, and after the entire incident, he'll simply toss Doc over his shoulder like a sac of potatoes while giving Sanji the stink eye/smug shit eating grin. And Doc will be surrendering herself over to Zoro, running her hands through his hair while slung over him, and whisper "did you miss me" 🫠😭

Oh, Nonnie, if only it was that simple 😩 you guys might either love me or hate me by the time this chapter is posted. I can’t say too much more because I don’t want to spoil it.

[blacktofade]

Happy Hookhausenversary everyone!!! Huge thank you to the mods for organizing this prompt swap!

The prompt I picked was Hook is out with an injury. Danhausen isn't handling it well.

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Hook wakes to the sound of a metallic clang and someone muttering indistinctly. Or at least he thinks he wakes. His head feels foggy from the pain medication he’d taken earlier and maybe it’s normal to hallucinate someone standing at the end of his bed. Maybe that was listed in the pamphlet that had come with his pills, but he’ll never know because he’d thrown it out before he’d even made it back to the hotel.

“Hook,” the person whispers, loud enough that it’s not entirely a whisper, and Hook blinks. “Hook, it’s Danhausen.”

He says it as though Hook might not know it’s him. As though he wouldn’t recognize the painted face and bad posture from a mile away.

Hook shifts just enough for his shoulder to ache in protest, even despite the meds. “How’d you get in?”

“Hook’s door is broken,” Danhausen tells him and raises one hand. He’s clutching something that might be the entire locking mechanism of Hook’s hotel room door.

There’s a thud as Danhausen sets it on the dresser nearby and then he takes a handful of steps closer to the bed, folding his hands before peering down at Hook.

Hook might still be dreaming. But Hook can smell Danhausen’s soap and he’s not sure his imagination is vivid enough to dream that up.

“Did you break in?” Hook asks, squinting to try to clear his head.

“No,” Danhausen says in a way that probably means yes. “It fell apart when Danhausen tried to open it.”

“C’mon,” Hook starts, too tired to deal with bullshit, and Danhausen throws his hands up.

“How else was Danhausen meant to check if Hook was okay?”

“Text,” Hook sighs, letting his head thud back into his pillow. “Just text me.”

Danhausen peers down at him as though it’s the most ridiculous thing he could suggest. “Danhausen lost Hook’s number. Anyway, he must see to believe.”

Hook tiredly rubs at his face and has the sneaking suspicion that Danhausen might actually care about him. Deep down, in some weird way. He probably even still thinks they’re friends. For some reason, it seems more daunting than Danhausen not caring about him. Danhausen is — intense. Hook doesn’t know how to handle it when Danhausen’s attention is directed right at him.

Danhausen continues staring at him, unblinking. “Show Danhausen.”

And there it is. Exactly what Hook was afraid of — Danhausen’s bizarre intensity.

“D,” Hook tries, but Danhausen’s focus is unwavering.

“It is Hook’s shoulder that is hurt?” Danhausen asks and reaches out as though to pull the sheets away.

Hook clutches at them like a lifeline and Danhausen pauses and purses his lips.

“If Hook won’t show Danhausen then he must tell Danhausen who did this so that he can fix the problem.”

“There’s no problem to fix,” Hook grunts. “I can handle it myself.”

“Yes, yes,” Danhausen agrees, flapping one hand at him dismissively. “Hook can fight his own battles. But Danhausen will help.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’ve helped me so much lately.”

Hook doesn’t actually intend on saying it, but he’s tired and uncomfortable and sometimes it feels good to be a little mean.

Danhausen stares down at him, the line of his mouth shifting, clearly unhappy. His hands drop back to his sides, balled into fists, his shoulders tense and high.

“Danhausen would help Hook if he could ever find him, but Hook doesn’t want to be seen with Danhausen.”

This is easier for Hook. He knows how to fight with Danhausen, how to spit barbed words back and forth until one of them breaks.

“Thought you were too busy making friends to help me fight.”

Danhausen’s face twitches. “Danhausen has found people who appreciate him.”

“Appreciate or tolerate?” Hook scoffs and Danhausen’s back straightens in a way that’s oddly terrifying as his expression darkens for a flash that Hook almost thinks he imagines.

“Don’t push Danhausen,” Danhausen tells him, voice cold, and for all that Danhausen tried to get his attention for so long before, he has it again in a split second.

“Or what?” he spits and just as quickly as the moment hits, it passes.

“Or Danhausen will leave,” Danhausen tells him casually, back hunched, wrists folded, shadows gone.

It feels like whiplash and Hook knows he’s not well enough to be doing this — whatever it is between them.

He shuts his eyes, shifting again, unable to find a comfortable angle for his shoulder.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he grunts and wonders if Danhausen would get the hint if he just went back to sleep. “I didn’t ask you to come here.”

“Hook never does,” Danhausen replies, which might be the first truthful thing he’s said since they met. “But Danhausen heard Hook was hurt and wanted to help him.”

“Help by letting me sleep,” Hook tries and it goes suspiciously quiet for long enough that Hook opens his eyes again, just to see if Danhausen is still there.

Danhausen hasn’t moved, is just staring down at him. “Is it bad?” he asks, and the genuineness takes Hook by surprise.

Hook had called his dad earlier and explained in a quiet voice about what the x-rays had shown, about the surgery he’ll have to have, about the weeks of PT he’ll have to go through. His dad had told him they’d get through it together, and he knows it’s true, but he’s looking at months of rehab with a belt he won’t be able to defend.

Hook shrugs with his unhurt shoulder and lies. “It’s fine. It is what it is.”

Danhausen’s gaze searches his face and Hook doesn’t know what he finds, but he sighs. "Hook is young. He will heal."

"Maybe," he agrees, but nods because putting it into the universe might make it true.

“And when Hook is ready, we will win together again.”

Hook doesn't know if it's naivety that keeps Danhausen hopeful after being shot down so many times. Or perhaps he just doesn't want to acknowledge any other possibility. Maybe for Danhausen, there is no universe where Hook ever says no to him, no universe where they don't find themselves gravitating back together again.

"Maybe," Hook repeats, but it seems to be enough for Danhausen.

"That is a binding contractual agreement," Danhausen tells him and Hook's high enough to assume he's joking, but Danhausen looks serious. He supposes it mostly depends on if Danhausen is willing to collect on it.

“A maybe isn’t anything,” Hook grunts, just in case, and Danhausen shrugs.

“We must give the people what they want."

Hook lets out a scoff of laughter. "They don't know what they want."

"Well, what does Hook want?"

"To sleep," Hook reminds him. "To have the lock back on my door. To not have a shoulder that's broken in two places."

Danhausen doesn't look at him with pity, but there's something softer, an understanding in his expression.

"Danhausen cannot fix bones, but he can call Mr. Marriott to fix the door that Danhausen did not break."

Hook blows out a long breath and reaches up to scratch the bridge of his nose. “Thanks, Danhausen.”

Strangely, he finds himself meaning it and Danhausen smiles like he knows.

“Life will get better for Hook, Danhausen will make sure of it.”

Danhausen is weird — that’s a fact — but he’s earnest in what he believes, and Hook finds himself laughing.

“Okay,” he agrees, and Danhausen nods as though it’s settled.

“Hook can sleep now. Pretend Danhausen isn’t here.”

“I always do,” Hook jokes and Danhausen seems to understand it for what it is because he smiles and leans over to nudge at Hook’s leg through the covers.

“Hook is very funny,” he deadpans. “But not as funny as Danhausen.”

Hook doesn’t bother fighting him, not when he’s finally being offered sleep. Instead, he adjusts the sheets around himself and shifts just enough to take the pressure off his shoulder.

“Goodnight, Hook,” Danhausen says and Hook grunts and shuts his eyes, letting sleep ease back in, knowing that whatever happens will happen.

[aivoluptulicious]

Attractive girl from Reunion Island

[chroniclesinlacuna]

I haven't looked. What's the state of inquisition era FenHawke reunion fics?

[brooklynisher]

I am watching MLP

Can they stop making those ponies cry

[tastylemonbread]

clay noir au :D

still in green as always

[roscolate]

THIS IS ALL SO EPIC AND INTENSE HOLY CRAP 😨😨😨

Me to Luigi after Bowser nearly hurts Peach and smacks Lumalee:

ACT 1

ACT 2

ACT 3 - 1 <<< 18 / 19 / ???

Sorry this took so long! I was struggling to figure out how to make the action sequence go, but then I cheated and just added knocked out enemies in the background 💀. Oh man oh MAN I am impatient about the next couple of update UUUGHHHH MAAAARIIIIOOOOOOOOO

Reunion Hug beckons me to hurry up it’s so close I can TASTE IT

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

nsfw knb part 1: (Akashi, Midorima, Murasakibara, Aomine)

Thank you for the request, the other half kuroko, kagami, kise (the kkk?!?) will be up in a few days. knb was my first sports anime that I fell in love with. Takao supremacy.

Akashi: 

He is very dominant in bed and gets off on a sense of control.  It does matter to him if you are feeling good though, and Akashi checks in regularly to make sure you’re still on board. 

Both personalities like bondage. Seeing you all helpless and needy is a major turn on for him.  Akashi usually keeps a tight lid on his alter ego, but it does slip out in the bedroom sometimes. 

Heterochromic Akashi greedily claims you as his prize, methodically stripping you of your dignity. 

Akashi secretly likes exhibition, but will never let anyone actually see either of you vulnerable.  

He insisted on binding you for a generation of miracles reunion.  The rope harness under your clothes dug into you, as you tried to look as normal as possible.  Suddenly you were aware of everyone’s gazes and praying they wouldn’t hear the soft vibration coming from under your clothes.  “Be a good girl.” he whispers, turning the vibrations a degree higher.  It’s likely no one suspects a thing, but it still feels like everyone can see right through you.  Akashi carries on as usual, but the hungry looks he gives you feel like he’s lighting a beacon for everyone to see.

Midorima:

Midorima is repressed as all hell and tries to control himself and be proper, but as soon as he slides in you he can’t stop himself from pounding into you relentlessly.  

Is not one to curse in his day to day life, but has a dirty mouth and spews profanity in the bedroom.

He holds a strong conviction that you are meant to be his, and will never let you go.

Eye contact is a thing for him, he likes to stare at you and the expressions you make.

While daydreaming, the idea of pictures popped in his head, but he was too embarrassed to bring it up and he hasn't worked up the courage yet.

“You’re tight,” he hisses, as he slides all the way in.  His fingers are leaving indents in your thighs as he pulls you up instinctively, forgetting everything except the urge to go deeper, to be inside of you. 

“Fuck! S-stop clenching like that…  feels too good” 

Aomine: 

motherfucker can't keep his hands to himself.  I think that as he grows older and matures his love of big boobs dies down to just a love of all boobs.  He still likes them big of course, but he learns to appreciate all sizes of boobs. 

Will lay his head on your chest to nap, making you unable to do much besides scroll on your phone.  Withholding sex is a great way to motivate him, but when he finally has you after being pent up he’s 10x more aggressive.  

Oddly though Aomine is more on the vanilla side of things. He likes rough sex but has no notable kinks. It would be more accurate to say that the only real sexual need he has is a soft and squeezable body.

"Baby... please lemme fuck you I can't take it anymore my cock is about to bust out of my pants!" He's already got one hand down his pants, the other undoing his belt.

"For the last time, no! We both need to finish our work! We can have sex afterwards." Unfinished emails and documents sit in front of you, as you literally push your horny boyfriend off of you.

Murasakibara:

lazy mf doesnt want to do shit but he’s fucking enormous.  His favorite pastime is eating you out over and over until you’re properly ready to take his cock.  It's not a problem for him because he loves to eat you out if he’s in the mood. 

The oral fixation is real.

He is easy to rile up and prone to childish jealousy, feeling the need to stake his claim on you at the slightest hint of competition.  Of course nobody in their right mind would pick a fight with him, but he still perceives anyone you talk to as a threat.  He doesn't want to share your attention with anyone.

If you want sex, you gotta get him in the mood. If he wants sex he's picking you up and hauling you to the nearest room with a lock on the door. You've been unceremoniously kidnapped several times already.

It's always a little scary when your boyfriend is in a foul mood. The inkling of fear turns both of you on though.

"I told you, he wasn’t flirting with me!  He wasn’t even talking to me!"

"He was looking at you. I could tell he wanted to fuck you." His voice is lower than usual, eyes narrowing to a glare. He inches closer, tying up his hair as he goes.

"Atsushi, I can take care of myself." A nervous wobble creeps into your voice though, and he backs you into a wall. His frame fills your line of sight, as he looms over you.

"No. My job is to take care of you."

[todays-just-a-daydream]

Saturday, November 16, 1996 Book looks for Oasis from press Invasive tabloid stories prompt third Gallagher brother to tell his own

By JANE STEVENSON Toronto Sun

Don't Look Back In Anger appears to have double meaning for British supergroup Oasis. It's not only the title of the band's current single, but also the mantra of Paul Gallagher, the older brother of notorious band members Noel and Liam. "I mean, if it helps one person, then it's done its job," says Gallagher of his book, Brothers: From Childhood To Oasis, which details the three siblings' violent childhood at the hands of their brutish, mean-spirited father. "There's other people growing up in the same environment -- the only difference is they haven't got two brothers who are the biggest rock and roll stars in the world." Brothers, which was only released in Canada two weeks ago, is already a huge success in England, where it's sold 45,000 copies since mid-September. It helped that the publishers (General Publishing in Canada), who had only expected it to sell about 10,000, moved up the release date to capitalize on the band's headline-making cancellation of the remainder of their U.S. tour. "I expected it to do more but I expect more than anyone else," says Gallagher, sounding a lot like his ambitious brother Noel, who has already layed down four tracks at Abbey Road Studios for the new Oasis album expected next April. Book sales will likely pick up again given the recent Group of the Year honors for Oasis at the MTV Europe music awards, not to mention Liam's arrest on suspicion of possession of cocaine. "It's just mass hysteria over here," Gallagher says. "I mean if Liam walked backwards in the street, they'd say he was retarded and make a story out of it. The press over here is just like scum, basically, and I'm not afraid of saying that. We get doorsteps every day of the week, which means the press just arrive on your door." In fact, Gallagher had just arrived back from London where he was visiting Liam, who has to report back to police on Dec. 30. "I've been doing my Highway To Heaven bit, which means angel of mercy sort of stuff," Gallagher jokes before adding that Liam is holding up well. "He's fine, he just doesn't want permanent press attention 'cause he hasn't really got a private life anymore -- and it's very, very sad that it has to come to this." Understandably, neither Liam nor Noel initially wanted their older brother writing Brothers, but it apparently had less to do with airing their dirty laundry in public than with Paul's choice of collaborator, Manchester-based journalist Terry Christian. "They still don't like him, probably because he's a Man United fan, but there you go." (Liam, Noel and Paul are supporters of Manchester City, the local soccer rivals of Manchester United.) But Gallagher decided to proceed, with the blessing of their mother, Peggy, and says the book has now brought the three siblings closer together. "I think Noel has read it, and he's behind it. Liam probably read the bits about himself 'cause his attention span isn't very large, and he says it's okay. "In the end, I don't really care, okay or not. I mean it was a book that was personal to me and everyone says, `Well, why share it with the world?' And I say, `Well, the world is on my nerves at the moment.' Cause the press was just digging up stories just for the fun of it, trying to disgrace us." There are actually nine books about Oasis currently in Britian, but, as Gallagher points out, "I'm the only one with the divine right to write one. "Brothers are brothers and they'll fight anyway but at the end of the day they still love each other. They've got a stronger bond than anyone on the outside could ever have. You can have lifetime friends until you're ninety-nine but your brothers are forever." As for their estranged father, who still lives in Manchester and has sold his own stories to the tabloids, Gallagher doesn't think he's read the book. Nor does he care. "He just thinks that nothing's happened. He thinks we're his three darling little sons. Well, we're not his sons, we're me mom's sons."

Toronto Sun on Paul Gallagher’s Brothers book release, as copied/transcribed by a fan and posted in the Oasis Usenet (24 November 1996)

[jimothy-hopkins]

They look just alike ❤️

making a mythical creature/cryptid au and all the preppies are nagas (human with the lower half of a snake) and this is justins

[gay-jesus-probably]

I like the general fandom trend to just take the plot of Hyrule Warriors as a loose guideline at best and just use the whole concept as a good excuse to get blorbos to interact across timelines, BUT I'm very disappointed that everyone is missing the comedic potential of a very specific squad of characters:

Young Link (aka Mask), who walks out of the nightmare of Majora's Mask and immediately gets portal kidnapped into a temporal war, takes one look at the whole mess and decides that you could not fucking pay him to admit to being the resident expert on Time Shenanigans. He introduces himself with the title of Hero of Termina, and definitely doesn't have any other ones, that would be crazy. Hero of Time? Never heard of him.

Tetra, who is a kickass pirate captain with zero patience for people trying to shove her into the Designated Princess role, and realizes immediately that Oh Fuck, this Hyrule has a lot of Ideas about how the Hero and the Princess are supposed to properly play their parts, the second they realize she's technically a Zelda they're gonna shove her in a goddamn dress and damsel her again, that's not happening. So she's definitely just a really cool pirate captain, nothing else going on here at all, definitely not the heir of the Hylian royal family in her time, that'd be crazy.

Ravio, who is literally just a palette swapped Link, meaning that the second his hood comes off, things are gonna get Awkward. There's no way in hell he's dealing with all that Hero baggage, that's Link work, so that giant bunny hood/mask is practically superglued to his head, and he's not taking it off for love or money.

Spirit Tracks Zelda, who is just in the Phantom Armour the whole time, and passing herself off as just a friendly ghost posessing a suit of armour to help the Hero of Spirits. Of course she isn't Princess Zelda, that's ridiculous, if she were a Zelda then people would start getting really weird about her technically being dead, and boy does that ever sound like a whole Thing she doesn't want to deal with, so she can't possibly be Zelda, she's just a nice ghost knight. Also, her teenage grandma is here, and that's kinda weird, so it's easier to just not admit to being royalty and avoid that awkward conversation.

Finally there's Sheik, who is not the Princess Zelda of the era straight up abandoning her war torn country for months at a time so she can risk her life in extreme cosplay for no clear reason, but is instead the actual Sheik from Ocarina of Time, who just beat Ganondorf like a month ago and is still trying to process what the fuck to do now. Also, he's been pretending to be a boy since he was ten, and is realizing there's a pretty good chance that he isn't pretending anymore, so that's a whole other can of worms. But for the last seven years of his life, being Princess Zelda meant certain death, so he's not really inclined to introduce himself like when in a new and stressful situation (not to mention he might actually just not be a girl named Zelda anymore), so he automatically introduces himself as just Sheik the spooky ninja man, and fuck he's in too deep to back out now, looks like he's committing to the bit. If you think you sense the Triforce of Wisdom on him, no you don't.

Cue shenanigans as the five of them attempt to hide that they're all actually kind of A Big Deal. The group motto is "Nobody says shit", which is usually delivered as a frantic hiss whenever someone slips up. Just the reunion between Sheik and Mask alone would be absolutely buckwild given how they parted, and how they're both frantically pretending to Not be involved with each other. For added hilarity and/or drama, Sheik gives his semi-bullshit cover story of having just been a friend of the Hero of Time, then runs into said Hero of Time and they both have to desperately pretend not to know each other, because if anyone picks up on the mountain of baggage between them then Mask is busted, and he won't hesitate to drag Sheik down with him out of sheer spite. Not to mention the weird balance of Sheik being used to this Link being a teenager that's actually a small child, and now has to adjust to Link who is a small child that's actually a teenager.

Also, i really feel like we're all missing out on the comedy potential of Ganondorf recognizing Young Link on sight and the two of them immediately launching into a grudge match with some extremely personal and specific insults on both sides. Meanwhile literally everybody else is just standing there watching, trying to process the fact that out of every single person that's been pulled out of time, Ganondorf only has personal beef with a literal nine year old.

I just feel like we're all really sleeping on the potential for Shenanigans here. The whole thing is an absurd mess, why not have some fun with it?