#but i don’t want to get out of bed

[disneyprincessdxminatrix]

damn my queue was all horny posts overnight huh

[identitty-dickruption]

one of the worst things in the world is that feeling unloveable can (and will) make you act in ways that reinforces itself. I feel unloveable so I don’t respond to messages so people reach out less so I feel unloveable. one of the hardest things in the world is fighting back the brain demons long enough to break the cycle

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

The need in Anthony’s eyes as he thrusts in the air, like just looking at Kate has made him desperate enough to hump the air????

While Kate deliberately walks extremely slowly towards him to prolong the torture and bites her lip in amusement at his neediness????

Oh they are such FREAKS!!!

[apostaterevolutionary]

I am so sorry, apparently it’s 2024 and I’m arguing about dragon age again lmao. How did I get here! Why is this happening!! Time is a flat circle!!!

Anyway. People can feel how they want about the past games not mattering in this game. If you’re cool with it, I’m happy for you. But there’s one particular argument in defence of this choice that is really, really bothering me and I have to rant

The thing I keep seeing is “well all this other stuff has nothing to do with the main plot or Rook, so it should be cut” and that’s. Not a good way to tell stories in my opinion. Because here’s the thing: it’s not about the Big Overall Plot. It’s about the characters that live in this world, big and small

I’m going to use the example of Varric and Hawke cause I think it’s the easiest to explain quickly. Varric is a storyteller. That’s the defining trait of his character. He tells stories, and sometimes they’re true and sometimes they’re not and sometimes it’s something in between. In DA2 he tells you about his brother. In inquisition, he talks about hawke and there’s banter about several of the companions. Most of these are just little one liners that don’t “serve the overall plot” but they serve Varric’s character

And that matters

So if we take this character known for telling stories about people that have been in his life, well, he largely can’t do that now. How can he talk about Hawke, someone who can be a very close friend of his, without even their gender being a choice you can select? Or whether Varric should be saying ‘is’ or ‘was’ about them? How can he talk about the companions in DA2 or inquisition when a lot of them don’t have to be recruited or can die? Will he limit himself to only characters that are guaranteed to be a part of it and alive? Or is it that he and Rook will have such a shallow relationship that Varric, of all characters, never talks about his life and past exploits?

Or has Varric as a character changed so much that he doesn’t even want to tell stories anymore? That Hawke living or dying means nothing to him? That the friendships he built with people in 2 games mean nothing to him? That he’s become literally unrecognizable?

This is where the problem is. Sure, Rook maybe doesn’t care about these people they’ve never met. But do they care about Varric? What about if a companion mentions an old friend of theirs, talks about an experience they had that made them who they are - is that only okay if that experience isn’t from a previous game? Or are all the characters so flat that we never learn anything about their connections to others outside of Rook? Is this story SO focused on this player character and this plot that NOTHING else matters, even within the world, and there’s no depth to be found in any of the characters that feature in it?

Writing characters so that they only ever talk about things that “directly serve the plot” is how you get flat, unremarkable, boring, forgettable characters. And that’s not something I would have accused bioware of doing even if some instalments are stronger in this area than others. But it sounds like that’s what they’re doing here, at least with the past characters. Cause sure, maybe Morrigan is so closed off she’ll never mention her son and partner. That’s believable, even if iffy given that they’ve said she’s going to be more involved than we think. But Varric? VARRIC??? Never mentioning ANY of the people he used to spend time with and care about except Solas and maybe some of the inquisition characters that can’t die or not be recruited but also carefully skirting around what happened to them in the game? That’s literally not the same character

And I would expand this to like. A letter mentioning this or a codex mentioning that, or ambient dialogue about so and so - that makes the world feel deep and those random, unimportant NPCs feel richer by connecting them to the larger world. It’s not about “serving the plot”, it’s about making your world and characters deep enough that they feel real, lived in, and like something we can actually care about

[justgleekout]

Sunday morning sleeping in <3

[skyward-floored]

Names

(Incredibles au)

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The name Link was a funny thing in Time’s life.

He himself had been born with it— or at least he assumed that was how he got it. Never gave it too much thought, but he liked it well enough. Less so when Mido called him “Stink” instead, but Mido was always looking for ways to get a rise out of him when they were kids.

Time had been told several times by the Deku, the old man who ran the home he’d ended up in, that Link was a good name, a courageous name. One with a lot of meaning behind it, but Time never really knew what he meant by that. And when the other kids he lived with noticed his uncanny ability to tell the time, he took on the nickname it came with willingly enough. Mido did start calling him ‘Slime’ then, but it was better than Stink.

Then the Deku died, and thoughts of names slipped Time’s mind. He grew up too fast, becoming a superhero in his own right, and it wasn’t until he was a teenager that names came back into focus.

When his younger brother showed up.

...

Warriors was the first Link to be dropped into Time’s life, though it was no fault of his own.

Time’s first meeting with him had been bloody and traumatizing, and even as an adult, Warriors didn’t talk about that day. Time had found him and his mother— their mother it turned out— being attacked in an alley, and even after he’d removed the threat, she’d been too far gone to save. Their mother hadn’t said much, but she’d recognized Time somehow, and part of her dying words had been to tell Time that she’d named her youngest son Link simply in hopes that it would be enough for Warriors to find Time one day.

Time had spent many a night pondering whether that had been all there was to it. Was it a family name? Had their unknown father been named Link? Had his mother simply regretted giving Time up all of those years ago so intensely that she’d given her other son his name?

Time didn’t know. Warriors didn’t either. Neither of them had many memories of their mother, and barely any things from her.

But with another Link came the need for another nickname, and with a random observation Time barely even thought twice about, the younger Link became Warriors, a bright smile on his small face as he declared the fact to Time.

And while Time likely wouldn’t have chosen to end up with a kid to watch over in his teenage years, Warriors somehow snagged his heart anyway.

And one Link became two.

...

The next Link in Time’s life came with his own nickname.

Sky was small, smaller than Warriors even, but cheerful and sweet for a kid of his age. He became friends with Warriors almost the moment they met, and the two of them thought it was hysterical that they shared a name, especially since neither of them went by it.

Only Sky’s parents actually called him Link, and Time didn’t really know why. He rarely saw them— nobody did too much, Sky included— but he suspected it had to do with the somewhat formal impression they gave off. He was likely wrong though, since whenever they’d return from a trip, Sky would see them coming and bolt, an eager grin on his face as his mother laughed and swung him around, his father kissing his head.

They loved Sky more than anything, and for some reason unknown to anyone else, that included not calling him by a nickname. At least, not in public.

And when Time learned of Sky’s powers, red wings he could use to glide effortlessly through the air, the strangeness surrounding his nickname made a little more sense at least.

Sky’s nickname was more set in stone than some of the other Links Time would later know, though. Sky’s parents died on national television before Sky was even ten, and Time finally realized their frequent absences were simply covering their superhero identities they’d been hiding all this time.

Sky moved in with Time and Warriors, and from then on flat-out refused to be called Link by anyone except his other friend Sun.

It took several years for that policy to relax, even slightly.

But that didn’t matter to Time or Warriors. They both pulled Sky into their odd little family as much as he would let them, and Sky reciprocated, two Links becoming three.

...

The next Link took longer to come, not until after Time truly grew up and got married. But when he did, it was by design, though Time had argued up and down with Malon about it.

He wanted to give their newborn son his own name, not one he would share with both his father and two uncles. Malon wanted to give him a family name, especially since she was so fond of the name Link.

Warriors said they should have named him Fuzzy on account of the full head of hair he was born with, but they both shot that down.

Malon did have her way in the end, though they compromised, with Time picking his middle one. Link Twilight Forester was added to the collection of Links, his middle name given for the time of day he was born in, and Time personally thought his tiny son was the best out of all of them.

He assumed then, that Twilight would be the last Link in their family.

And he had no idea how wrong he was.

...

The next Link was an accident.

Their next son was never supposed to be given the name Link— Malon had a whole list of names ready and waiting, but their lives had taken a turn in the past few years. People were angry and hurting, swept up in a sea of hatred towards supers. Time had been dragged into the middle of it, and when their son was born the very day the law banning them from using their powers to help people was enacted...

Time had been distracted. Malon had been distracted.

And so when the nurse asked them for a name, Time absently told her his own, not realizing she’d meant their son.

“Link? Like the legend?” she’d questioned, and Time had nodded without a second thought.

The mistake wasn’t caught until it was too late to fix, and to Time’s further bewilderment, the papers had their son’s full name as “Link Legend Forester”. Going through the process of changing things would have been more time-consuming and complicated than either he or Malon had the energy for, and they’d wearily admitted defeat.

Legend wasn’t a bad name at least, and Malon softly admitted to him on one of those first days that she actually rather liked it.

Time was inclined to agree, and as he watched their world get flipped into something new, he had a feeling some legends would be needed.

...

Next up was Wind, though the reason for his being named Link was honestly just embarrassing.

After the mistake with Legend, Time and Malon had decided to be extra vigilant in not making any mistakes in regards to names. They had several picked out in case of boy or girl, and Time was determined to get things right this time.

Only... that didn’t happen.

They’d moved since Legend had been born, and had a different doctor than the last time. All of the slight changes that that brought with it were just enough of a distraction that something got misheard, or something got written down wrong, or somebody just hated them— Time actually didn’t know precisely what it was that had happened, in the end.

But when they were handed their baby and congratulated on their son, Link, Time almost banged his head against the wall. Malon broke into laughter, and they admitted defeat again, giving in to having their third son be named the same as his brothers.

Link Windsor Forester was the sixth Link in Time’s life, and Wind’s laughter matched Warriors and Sky’s when they heard about his real name.

...

Wild came next, a Link by surprise.

Time had gotten an unexpected call from Impa one afternoon, and instead of being met with news that his family needed to move again, she asked a favor.

A boy had been found, a super, injured beyond belief. He needed a temporary home, and though Time and Malon were low on both space and energy, they had immediately agreed. Impa had called them because they were the only real option, and they both knew they couldn’t say no.

Impa hadn’t been able to pry a name out of the boy, and for ease’s sake (or perhaps Impa’s odd sense of humor), he’d been given the temporary moniker of Link. Malon laughed when Time told her, but he didn’t think it was so funny.

Or maybe it was, and he was just distracted by the seriousness of the situation.

Nothing much was amusing about poor Link’s situation. Injured and traumatized for merely being born with powers like the rest of them, his quietness took time to fade. But fade it did, and despite his nightmares, he blossomed into a silly, hyper kid, eager to help and enamored with them all.

Impa eventually found out his real name was indeed Link (which Time just... decided not to think about too hard), but Wild was what he went by now, the seventh Link bursting with enthusiasm and energy as Time and Malon added him into their family.

...

The eighth Link was on purpose.

Malon had gone into labor early, too early, enough to make the doctors nervous. They’d swept her off almost the moment they arrived at the hospital, and Time was left to sit, and wait, and pray to anyone who was listening to get his wife and child through this safely.

Those were some of the longest hours of his life, but finally their tiny son came out, red and oddly quiet, but alive. He was whisked off to be cared for, and Time and Malon were left alone to worry, and fret, and... discuss names.

Time suggested Link.

“Really?” Malon had asked in surprise, and he’d nodded, sighing.

“All of his brothers have the name. It would be strange not to give him it.”

Assuming he makes it.

Time had quickly silenced that thought while Malon considered, and finally she agreed, the shadows under her eyes looking a little lighter as she smiled at him.

“He would feel a little left out, wouldn’t he?” she said softly, leaning against Time’s arm. “I suppose he can go by his middle name then, and his first can be Link.”

“Just like the rest of us,” Time murmured, and pulled her close while they waited.

Little Link did make it, to everyone’s relief and joy. And so their family’s eighth Link joined the family: Link Smith Forester, smallest out of all his brothers.

Interestingly enough, he gained another nickname as he grew older— Four, so named for his odd obsession with the number when he was little. Sometimes his brothers got away with calling him Pipsqueak too, but Time generally discouraged that.

Three names was already more than enough.

...

Hyrule was the ninth Link, skittish and scared.

Time’s meeting with him was one of the most dramatic of any of the other Links— a burning building, a terrified super, borderline hypothermia, and a deep distrust and fear that Time could sense the moment he met him.

What he also saw was a little boy who was in desperate need of love and care though, and so he brought him home, and let Malon work her magic. His sons helped with that as well, and they easily pulled him into their chaos, opening him up and finding the person past all the walls. It surprised nobody to learn that his name was Link, and it didn’t take long for him to be given a nickname as well— Hyrule, named for the title of his favorite book of stories.

The title seemed even more fitting when the near-mythical power at Link’s fingertips was revealed, healing a broken wrist without barely a thought.

Afterwards Hyrule tried to flee, terrified that with his powers revealed his autonomy would be taken from him yet again. But Time and Malon coaxed him back, and assured him they didn’t care about any of that. They would love him anyway, no matter what powers came with him.

Hyrule had broken down in grateful and overwhelmed tears, and that was how the ninth Link came into their family; Link Hyrule Forester, finally home.

...

Time would look back on all of those different meetings sometimes, thinking about how different they all were, and yet... similar.

Himself, Warriors, Sky, Twilight, Legend, Wind, Wild, Four, and Hyrule, all of them unique people. More than half of them his children, and all related to him in one way or another. Yet they all boasted the name Link, and most of them were by complete coincidence or accident.

Some people laughed when they heard about the names, and others merely gave strange looks. It was an odd tale for sure, yet despite all the jokes and teasing everyone got for having the same name, Time knew that, like himself, they all loved their shared name. As well as the people who shared it with them.

Each of them had a different relationship with the name, but it was theirs. And maybe it did have a courageous meaning like the old Deku always said. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe it was just a popular name, and a strange fluke that Time had eight people in his life with the same name as himself.

But regardless of any of that, of how they’d come together, how they’d been given the name, whether they were blood related or not... Time was grateful beyond belief that he knew and loved each and every one of them.

Link.

[lucaswarmhotchocolate]

Muggle college AU where Harry sneaks into tom’s dorm room (after making sure to drug tom’s water earlier ofc) and takes pictures of him while he sleeps and posts them online. because god fucking dammit, Tom riddle is the most annoying RA that could possibly exist, and he wants a little bit of light revenge.

Harry realizes that “light revenge” may have gotten out of hand around the same time he started stripping Tom, and suddenly he was balls deep in both Tom riddle and a felony. The gravity of the situation did nothing to prevent Harry from taking a video, even though it was just more evidence that could be used against Harry.

[romidoes]

‘stop eating your weight in fruit loops, go get dressed!’

[9ofspades]

It’s disability pride month, and if you are disabled in the U.S. from Long Covid I want you to know that you’re not alone, and you’re valid in whatever you feel. Whether that’s sorrow at your new problems or rage at society for failing you, you are valid, and it is truly messed up that society is continuing to fail you.

[puppyeared]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

[taylorrepdetective]

I know she had era tour but I don’t think I can do it w a broken heart is actually eras tour

I thought of this too. Maybe sometime down under? No way to know, but I did think the line she threw in at the end “Try and come for my job” might have hinted at something. I can read it both ways. As always, we’ll never know for sure. But I think it’s fair to say she has felt this way many times. It reminded me of Katy having to go on stage immediately after having her husband tell her he was filing for divorce. And it’s relatable. We’ve all had to put on a happy face at work and pretend things are fine at home.

[imthursdaysyme]

Sleepover shenanigans

[pansyfemme]

i am not doing so hot

[lycanlovebites]

I’m having normal thoughts about boys right now ok (I have a deep visceral need to hunt someone through the forest, nothing but the sound of him gasping and breaking through the brush with his heartbeat thrumming like an animal of its own in his chest and in my ears, my paws beating against the earth as I race after him, teeth clicking and practically foaming at the mouth at his scent. Just him and me in the dead of night. And when I finally catch him I pin him to the ground and fuck his brains out under the full moon <3 )

I can be left alone with a pretty guy in the middle of the night under a full moon. Yeah just leave him by the forest :) no yeah don’t worry abt it haha yeah I’m just gonna go out for a run :) it will be good for me and also him. Enrichment :) being hunted by a big werewolf counts as a couples exercise right

[ahalliance]

how do i turn qantoine’s spontaneous marriage proposal to qetoiles into evidence of his early-days fear of qfrench drifing away and keeping secrets from one another

[proletariatramen]

It just hit me a full 18 years later that part of why Kyouya probably does so shitty in the morning is because uh. Duh. Hypotension will do that to ya.

From this hypotensive POTSy… I feel ya buddy