#her hatred for her boss has been festering for a LONG time..

[retshirou]

her new look didn’t go over well at work

[aquarius00004]

So, I have never cried during and game until, the small indie game Ender Lilies.

So then, a bit of a spolier.

First is the way leading up to the second part of the game, the fork leading to the hamlet or to the coven, there is a mini boss fight, where you fight this slug thing that hops around, it isn't a hard fight, then get a little text when you beat them, like all the bosses and mini bosses, "I didn't make it to the church, did I?" Kinda sad, person sought to reach refuge from the rain that befell the kingdom, then you get to the spirit's description, cliffside hamlet youth, "Separated from his mother in the midst of a terrible storm, the boy set off for the white perish in search for help. He never arrived." And I thought about and realized that the other slug type enemies are also youth in a similar situation, and there's a lot of them leading to the fork.

Second is from Ulv the mad knight, the boss in the twinspires, has been portrayed as this intimidating knight who'll snap at you for one single mistake, kinda like a drill Sargent, then you find him amongst flowers, and you expect his battle theme to be very distorted and messy, but no its actually really soft and elegant, and in his memory, he talks about a moment in between battles against the undead brought by the rain from a far off kingdom, where he and the man mother shared a really sweet moment amongst the flowers, with the lines "All I'd ever known was battle. The Priestess broadened my horizons considerably."

"I was never one for long conversations. I never really knew how to talk to people."

"She would laugh as I struggled to speak, but never made me feel ashamed."

"Once the fighting has ended, we may never see one another again. "

"Perhaps it would be better that way."

"The Priestess said she loved this field of flowers."

"If any yet bloom, would it please her to gaze upon them again with me someday?" Even after his mind was separated from his undying body, he still protected and tended the flowers.

Third was the cutscene with the last ancient spirit, who talks about the fall of their civilization, leaving the last of their kind with "Hatred is the vilest blight, unaffected by purification it festers, rotting one from within."

Last is the song that plays during the credits. Bulbel, I recommend you go listen to it bc I can't put into words how hard this song hits.

Thank you for you time, crying is important.

[kim-ruzek]

If it's all in my head, tell me now

Summary: Six weeks after Kim and Hailey had a fight, ending their totally not romantic relationship, they are sent on a case, together, alone and it gets harder to keep running from talking to each other.

cpd au, probably au of late S5/early s6 but it doesn't specify so you can really go on when you want it to be set. Kim x Hailey.

Warnings: angsty (emotional angst with a satisfying ending).

Word Count: 8.4k

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Notes: This is a belated birthday fic for the wonderful, incredible @sylvies-chen . Happy belated birthday, Abby and I'm sorry this took a few extra days!!! I hope you enjoy; I just had to write something wlw for you (although no smut this time :( although I might do some smutty sequels bc I wanted to include some smut in this but it took a different tone then I planned!!) ❤️❤️❤️

In general, Kim likes having Voight as a boss, especially when there are problems in her personal life. Voight is very no-nonsense type of man, and hates any time personal issues are dragged into the work place, a great thing when all Kim wants to do is escape from the personal problems in her life.

Yet there are times, like now, where Kim can’t take his hatred for personal issues at face value and where she can’t help but be convinced that he secretly gets off on messing with his unit. Or that maybe he likes to think up new and inventive ways to punish his unit for breaking his rules against personal issues.

It’s the only thing that makes sense. Her boss is very observant and surely there is no way he hasn’t noticed the palpable tension between two of his unit members, or the way they go to extreme lengths to not be near each other, let alone being left together with no one else around.

And yet, here Kim finds herself. On the road. Trapped in a car. Alone.

Well, not completely alone.

Hailey is with her, here in the car, the words unspoken between them festering in the air and making her feel as if she is suffocating. By all accounts, the day is pretty cool for late March, yet it feels too hot, too stuffy, like it’s the height of summer.

Hailey always has that effect on her, making her feel several degrees too hot.

She used to like it, liked how the heat would slowly rise under her skin, how her cheeks would always be ever so slightly permanently flushed whenever Hailey was near her. It felt electric, and Kim would be filled with a desire, a need, to reach out, to touch her, even if it was just a slight brush of her fingertips along Hailey’s hand, shoulder, arm.

It used to embolden Kim. That when she was lying, clad in only her underwear, on Hailey’s bed, she’d love how she felt so, so hot, her temperature soaring at the mere thought of her desire for the blonde, and it would inspire courage in her, to drag the blonde towards her, to beg orgasms of her, to kiss her all over and convince her that they should make each other late by taking a long, long shower together.

Back in the times where everything was good. Back before feelings got involved and made everything messy.

Kim wonders how this little road trip would’ve gone back then. Would their hands have been entwined? Would they be flirting and joking and teasing each other ever so slightly making them want to get to the hotel as soon as possible? Would they be a little unprofessional and make their trip slightly longer by stopping on the country roads and stretching their legs, just to get a little more time together?

When Voight told them that they were the ones to be sent upstate to go interrogate someone picked up by another town’s pd who fits their perp description, would they have smiled? Share a secret look between them and get excited for the time together?

None of the awkward look they both gave, or how they both clamoured quickly to try and talk Voight out of it, ignoring the intrigued looks from the rest of their team. And when Voight inevitably told them to shut up and stop complaining, they’d have been none of the awkward silence in the car, none of the tense small talk they stumbled through before eventually putting the radio on a station neither really likes so there was just something they could use as an excuse not to talk.

The radio is playing some song from the sixties, and it’s reminding Kim of something from her childhood. For a moment, she forgets about everything, about how she wishes she was anywhere but here, about how the car feels too small or her annoyance at the traffic jam they spent two hours stuck in.

Instead, she just smiles at the memory of being at her grandparents in the summer, and it makes her heart all fuzzy and warm—because her grandparents, to Kim, is what love is—and she’s half way through opening her mouth to tell Hailey about it, the need to share this happy memory with the woman she—no—with Hailey surging, when she remembers everything and she snaps her mouth shut, turning back to looking out the window at the flat, boring fields.

Kim is all ready to forget her near-blunder; that she nearly broke the heavy silence hanging over them, and the unspoken rule that neither one of them wants to have eye contact, let alone sharing cute stories from childhood. But Voight isn’t the only one in the unit who’s observant, because Hailey—Hailey, being the amazing detective she is, Hailey, being the amazing human she is, for not being how Kim would be if she was driving, knuckles white as she grips the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road ahead—clocks onto Kim’s open and then decidedly not open mouth.

“This is ridiculous.” Hailey snaps, taking one hand off the wheel so she can deftly turn off the radio, making the car descend into deafening silence.

Hailey is not one to snap, only ever at criminals but this isn’t that Hailey, isn’t interrogating Hailey. It’s more like an agitated mother on a road trip snapping at her rambunctious children and Kim hates herself for the imagery it immediately brings to her mind.

Of Hailey, a few years older than now, blonde hair tied up, wedding ring on her finger, driving three unruly children to their holiday. Three children with a mixture of looks, of brunette and blonde, or blue eyes and brown, of a strong Greek look or an Italian one.

It’s the kind of imagery that got her into this mess; the kind of imagery that makes her heart race and her breath quicken, the kind of imagery that makes her yearn for a future that looks like that, a future of two Mrs Uptons, or Burgess’, or maybe even a new surname that’s just theirs, and a handful of kids who may not even be all related by blood but are so clearly family.

The kind of imagery Kim hates that her heart still craves, even after six weeks of this mess between then, of six weeks of awkward glances and stumbling words. Even weeks after it was made clear this kind of future was not in the cards for them.

“What were you about to say?” Hailey asks, her tone laced with frustration, a few long seconds later. Kim wonders if she was meant to say something after Hailey shut off the radio, if the expectation is that she’d say something, anything, even if it was just to tell Hailey to shut up. That Hailey took so long to continue after snapping because she was waiting for Kim to say something, to yell or show any verbal acknowledgement of the blonde beside her, until it became obvious Kim had no intention to.

“Nothing.” Kim knows that’s an annoying response, even before Hailey sighed. It’s petty, but as much as Kim said it because she has no intention in letting Hailey know she wants to share warm fuzzy memories with her, she also said it because she knows it’s annoying. Her heart is a mess, in shambles and confused, and Kim has quick learnt that when it comes to Hailey, apparently she likes being a petty person.

“Kim.” Hailey sounds so exasperated and the idyllic family future springs back into Kim’s mind, and Kim knows that she’s going to be even more stubborn, trying to shut those thoughts out of her head as much as possible.

“This is so ridiculous,” Hailey repeats herself. Her voice is tired, and Kim wonders if she looked at her—which she’s stubbornly not, keeping her eyes fixated out of the window—she’d see the tiredness on Hailey’s face. The thought makes her heart pang, because Hailey’s face should only be smiling, or contorted in pleasure, or even that frankly hot intimidating expression she tends to pull in interrogations, but never tired.

“It’s been six weeks. We need to talk, get passed this.” Hailey pauses, clearly looking for a response in Kim, but Kim refuses to give her one. “Kim, we shouldn’t have to listen to music that we both hate just because we’re having to partner up at work. Before all this, we used to be friends, didn’t we? Can’t we just go back to that?”

Friends.

The word stings more than Kim would want it to. Even more as Kim realises, as soon as that word drops from Hailey’s—(kissable)—lips and it feels like a bucket of cold water has been chucked over her, that she was starting to wonder if she should give in to this silent tug of war, the silent battle of wills between them of acting like they care less than the other. That she was starting to wonder if she should just lay everything out, and hope to god that Hailey listens.

But then Hailey said friends and Kim is reminded once more of what got them into this mess, that they want different things. That there’s no point in telling Hailey how much she loves her, that she wants to spend the rest of her life with her, that Hailey is her sun, that Kim is the moon to her earth. Because Hailey doesn’t want a relationship like that, not now, and Kim’s wondering if ever, at least not with her. There’s no point in Kim embarrassing herself further, not when Hailey wants to go back to being friends.

Not when Kim decidedly does not want to be her friend.

“Kim? We can still be friends, right?” Hailey’s voice sounds uncharacteristically quiet, reminiscent of their late night chats after they fucked each other’s brains out, and all Kim wants to do is pull her closer. But Hailey then lightly touches her arm to get her attention, and it’s like an electric shock to the system and Kim’s practically jumping out of her skin, pulling far away from Hailey as the car allows.

Kim pretends she doesn’t see the flash of hurt on Hailey’s face at that.

“Sure,” Kim manages to get out after it’s clearly getting too long after Hailey has spoke again. Saying the one syllable word feels like eating ground glass, and the way her voice sounds almost strangled Kim knows that Hailey must have doubts about the sincerity, but the blonde gives her a half-hearted smile nevertheless.

The smile shoots little sharp knives into her heart, but Kim pretends that she doesn’t feel like she’s dying. She’s already told the blonde she loves her and got nothing in return, she wants to maintain some dignity.

Being friends is harder than just saying so, something they quickly realise only a few minutes after agreeing to try.

Neither seemed to really know what they wanted to say to each other, words being stumbled over each other again. Normally, when making friends again once more with someone—not that Kim had done so, really, since she was a kid—you focus on catching up the other on parts of your life they had missed, but Kim wasn’t inclined to want to catch Hailey up, not ready to talk to her like there isn’t an aching gap in her heart and by the way Hailey didn’t as well, Kim got that she didn’t fancy doing so either. The reasons for why most likely differing from her own, since Hailey was the one who proposed they go back to being friends, so it’s not like her heart has been ripped out of her chest like Kim’s has.

The radio was soon put back on, and that’s the way the rest of the journey to the medium-small sized Illinois town remained. It’s late by the time they get there, and they only have time for an introduction to the pd detectives assigned to show them around. Detectives Moran and Jameson are perfectly nice people, and they clearly have a good, smooth running partnership—it reminds Kim of Hailey’s with Jay, a thought that made her feel all bitter and sour inside, like any time Kim sees them two together does—and Kim feels bad that she doesn’t feel much like herself, ending the evening a lot sooner than she would ordinarily.

They had given them a quick tour of their precinct, and shown them to the motel they’ll be staying out—a one bedroom with twin beds, naturally, because the world hates her—and then took them out for a meal and some wine at a mid-level restaurant a walk away from the motel.

The detectives are good company, and Kim at times found herself getting lost in the present, in their jokes and stories, forgetting about the awkwardness she felt at the blonde sitting next to her—sitting way too close, although even if Hailey was on the other side of the room it still would feel too close—Kim will give them that.

But the time ticked on, and Kim became more and more aware that she was going to have to try and sleep in a room where Hailey lays three feet away, and try not to think about how much she wishes that they’d be pushing the beds together, and curling up close, so close that she wouldn’t know where she ended and Hailey began, so close that their respective smells would mix together; a sweet smell that reminds Kim of love and safety, of being home. And she knew that she needed to leave the restaurant, get some cool air on her too-hot skin before having to sleep.

Kim waited until Hailey was in the middle of telling Moran and Jameson about an arrest she made back in robbery and homicide to stand up, gulping down the rest of her wine, and politely excused herself.

“Oh, I’ll come with you,” Hailey offered, as if she wasn’t in the middle of a story. The lighting in the restaurant made her eyes seem even more blue, and Kim nearly just agreed because of the beauty of them. Luckily she managed to swallow down her agreement, pulling on a too-tense smile on her face.

“That’s okay. Finish. I’ll see you later—if I’m still awake, friend.” It’s petty, Kim knows, to add on the friend, but she could see Hailey gearing up to protest and somehow Kim just knew saying that would make her pause.

Kim wondered if it’s because Hailey knows that the word is like twisting a knife in her own heart, and a part of her wishes she does know how much she’s hurting, just to be seen, to be understood, even if a larger part of her very much does not want the humiliation of the woman who doesn’t love her back to know how desperate she is for her.

Sleeping, Kim is finding, however, is still incredibly hard to do even without the presence of the blonde in the room.

The smell of Hailey’s perfume still lingers in the air, and it reminds Kim of how her apartment no longer smells like that, that all traces of Hailey has faded, that she doesn’t even have any of her clothes still lying around the house because after everything, Kim packed it all up in a box and left it outside Hailey’s apartment in a fit to make herself appear less desperate, less needy after her—second—impromptu love confession.

And as if that wasn’t enough to ensure sleep wouldn’t be coming, Kim’s mind was racing about the implications of Hailey taking the bed closest to the door. Logically, Kim knows it’s just because Hailey entered first, or maybe just out of politeness. But Kim can’t get the image of Hailey almost meaningfully setting her bag down on the bed, claiming it as hers, that it was almost protective, that she wanted the bed closest to the door as of to protect Kim from any intruders.

As unrestful it makes her mind, it’s a better thought than the one that Hailey wanted the bed closest to the door so that she could get away from Kim as soon as possible.

Really, Kim should’ve expected this. That sleep would be too far away to grasp, that her mind would feel alert, too alert. Even when she’s in her own bed, sleep fails to come to her, the events that led to her having an empty space beside her replaying in her head over and over.

It does so now, too, the memories feeling even stronger with the smell of Hailey lingering in the air. It makes the moment Kim slept with Adam, that stupid fucking moment, and Hailey walking in to see them in bed together feel more real; the scent of Hailey had still lingered in her room then too.

Kim knows that what she did, sleeping with Adam, wasn’t cheating. They weren’t exclusive, they weren’t even together. They were just fucking. That���s what they agreed on when it started, that they were just fuck buddies, friends with benefits, stress relief. And who cares if the lines got blurred, if they were spending more time going out to eat, just the two of them—never called dates, though—or that there was days they’d have no sex and just cuddle and sleep, that there was basically no day—night—they didn’t spend apart. They weren’t exclusive, and they weren’t dating.

That was made perfectly clear, when Hailey was cuddled up in her arms, and Kim was feeling so, so happy and so, so in love that she let those words tumble from her lips. I love you.

That was made perfectly clear when Hailey completely froze, and then when she was tearing herself from Kim’s arms, getting up from her bed and hastily pulling on her clothes, stumbling out some excuse about early starts and how she should go home.

That was made perfectly clear when Kim tried to stop her, tried to remind her that they can drive in together, and that it doesn’t matter if Hailey doesn’t say it back.

That was made perfectly clear when Hailey snapped back, saying that it does matter, because Kim had clearly forgotten the rules, that they were just fucking and that’s that and they never should’ve started sleeping over.

There is no reason why Kim should feel as if sleeping with Adam was like cheating on Hailey, not after that reminder. The one shittiness should just be that it happened the very next night, and even then, if they were just fucking why should it matter if Kim sleeps with someone else?

Honestly, Kim should only feel bad about using Adam like that. For drinking with him that Friday night, and inviting him back to hers. For using him to make herself feel better, using him to make herself feel like she doesn’t love Hailey, that she doesn’t want to be with her, and she doesn’t care about the words Hailey snapped back at her, or the way Hailey steadfastly avoided her all day—and for using him to mentally say fuck you to Hailey, for using him to get back at the jealousy Kim felt at seeing Hailey joke and laugh—flirt—with Jay that whole day, all while she felt like she was dying.

And she does, feel bad. Adam was a whole gentleman about the whole thing, didn’t pry or get upset or make anything more awkward for them when Hailey walked into Kim’s bedroom that Saturday morning, holding an apology coffee from their favourite place. He didn’t question their excuses that Hailey’s clearly hurt face was just because they had plans that day, and Kim had forgotten and had deftly gotten the fuck out of her apartment, clearly sensing the two needed to talk. He had only sent a text to her later that day, asking if she wants to talk about it, and when she replied with no he respected that.

The fact that Kim can have such a good friendship with her ex-fiancé should give her hope that one day Hailey and her can be friends, but it doesn’t, because there’s nothing Kim hates more then the thought of just being Hailey’s friend, not when she wants so much more, much more than she ever—if she is honest—wanted with Adam.

It’s Kim’s fault, really. She shouldn’t have told Hailey that she loves her, and she definitely shouldn’t have repeated it that Saturday morning, telling Hailey that she has all the rights to go fuck someone else after Hailey left her after she told her how she felt, and that she wasn’t wrong of her to expect that maybe, just maybe, that might change things.

Kim should’ve just let them continue with their comfortable routine of ignoring what was growing between them—or rather, ignoring what Kim thought was growing, because clearly it was only on her side. And no matter Kim wants to say that they should just go back to that, they can’t, not now. The words are like toothpaste, once it’s out there, there’s no getting it back in.

Their only options now are either being together or being friends. And Hailey’s made it clear that the former isn’t on the table, but the latter makes Kim feel sick to her stomach. The thought of only having Hailey in her life as a friend is not one she can stomach, that she’d rather not have her in it at all because the thought of acting like her heart isn’t breaking, that she isn’t in love with her friend, is too much for Kim to bear.

“Kim? Kim are you awake?” Hailey’s whisper comes not too long after Kim hears the room’s door open. Her eyes are shut, and have been ever since she got into the stiff bed, and so she doesn’t know how long it’s been since she left the restaurant. It doesn’t feel like long, but it also feels like it was forever. Time has no meaning whenever Hailey is concerned for her.

Despite being awake, Kim keeps her eyes closed and pretends not to be. She doesn’t know what Hailey wants, but she doesn’t intend on finding out. She tries to keep her breathing, all too aware that this is a woman with chronic insomnia, and so definitely has seen her sleep before.

“I just wanted to say—oh nevermind.” Hailey goes to say, almost as if she knows that Kim wouldn’t respond even if she is awake, and when she cuts herself off, Kim nearly opens her eyes and turns to face her, immediately wanting to know what she was going to say.

But curiosity killed the cat, and Kim’s already taken too many hits to her pride, so she remains still, keeping up the sleep rouse. All while knowing that there’s now one more thing that’ll be keeping her up.

“Voight gave us the all clear to stay. Told us to stay as long as we need, no hurry. Ordered us, really. He doesn’t want to potentially jeopardize this case if he’s our guy, and thinks we should ride it out, alone, to continue building the rapport.” Kim walks back into their motel room, sliding her phone back into her pocket. She tries to take the bitterness at Voight’s answer out of her voice, tries to make it sound not like as if she’s just received the worst news ever, but she knows she failed miserably.

Upon spending one day here, the only day they were meant to stay, they quickly realised that their possible man is going to take his sweet time cracking, and so they realised they would need to ask Voight for an extension. Kim had volunteered to call him, and there was a not small part of her that hoped that he’d tell them to come home. That he’d go with them taking the guy back to Chicago, so they can continue with the rest of the unit.

But no. No, Voight just had to have faith in them.

Kim is really beginning to think there’s credence in her theory that Voight likes to think up new and inventive ways to punish them for dragging personal issues until the unit.

She just really hopes that he hasn’t guessed all the details of what happened between Hailey and her. That he—shiver—hasn’t figured out that they were sleeping together. The thought of Voight having any inclination of her sex life... It’s one that makes Kim cringe inside and get the urge to never be able look him in the eye again.

“I thought he’d say that.” Hailey isn’t one to gloat, or be smug—not maliciously, anyway, since Kim definitely knows she can be smug. Like when she manages to give Kim the best orgasms of her life, or can make her feel so needy and desperate for her with just one look—but Kim can’t help hear a smug tone to her words. It’s in her imagination, but it doesn’t make Kim feel any less irrationally annoyed.

“Yeah, well I guess that’s why you’re the detective,” Kim’s words are petty, dry in a way that’s too uncalled for, she knows this, even as she says it. She’s busing herself sorting her bed out in anticipation for sleep, saying the words so casually, so casually passive aggressive in a way Kim cringes at inside. If not because Hailey really doesn’t deserve it—she’s been very mature, and has made an effort to be more friendly today after their agreement to be friends, and it’s not her fault she doesn’t return Kim’s feelings—but because it reveals too much about how Kim’s really feeling then she wants to let Hailey know.

But Kim feels so messy inside, a jumble of emotions coursing through her all hours of the day, only amplified whenever the blonde is near her, or in her eyeshot. It’s making her more irritable, more bitter, more jealous.

Especially after their agreement to be friends. Kim doesn’t know why, it should make it better that at least she has an answer to how Hailey wishes to go forward, even if it’s not the same as what she wants, but Kim’s never claimed to be an expert in emotions—especially her own.

And it’s making her hear tones in Hailey’s voice that is uncharacteristically her, and sending her mind into overdrive. Like earlier that day, when Hailey introduced her to the perp as officer Kim Burgess, all Kim heard was an emphasis on her title, in direct comparison to Detectives Upton, Moran and Jameson.

All Kim heard was the reminder of one of the many probable reasons to why Hailey doesn’t love her back, why Kim’s only good enough to be a friend.

“What’s that meant to mean?” Hailey’s expression is one of confusion, and she looks so innocent, so precious, that Kim nearly forgets why she feels so upset.

“Nothing.” Kim says too fast to sound believable. “Just pointing out a fact. You’re the detective.”

The addition didn’t make Kim sound any less bothered, and while it felt satisfying at first to make the quip—even if it was a response to a transgression made up in her head—Kim’s frantically panicking inside now at Hailey realising her insecurities, not wanting to appear that vulnerable to the woman who rejected her.

Kim spots a Chinese takeout menu sitting on the bedside table between their respective beds. She grabs it. “This seem good for dinner?”

“Kim,” Hailey begins slowly. “We’ve already eaten dinner. Like right before you phoned Voight.”

Shit. Cursing herself, Kim wonders if she could believably feign early on-set dementia in order to get out of this with some dignity.

“Okay, we’re going to talk about this. Sit.” Hailey fixes her a look often given to eyewitnesses who are hiding important details. She sits down on her bed, indicating Kim to do the same on hers. The last thing Kim wants to do is sit and talk but she can’t not obey when Hailey’s looking at her like that.

Yesterday’s dream of the future family she wants them to have pops back into her mind, this time picturing Hailey sitting down the children, a broken vase or bowl swept up, telling them she’s not mad, she just wants to talk, to discuss playing safely or something domestic like that.

She really, really needs to get a grip on herself.

“Do we have a problem?” Hailey asks and Kim has to bite back the scoff, because problem barely begins to describe what Kim feels, and because it’s less of a we and more just like I, because Hailey is clearly coping with this whole thing so much more easier—which makes sense, since she hasn’t lost anything, not like Kim who lost everything she thought she was gaining.

“I’m just tired.” She offers as an excuse. Kim wanted to continue to deny that there wasn’t something up, but it’s clearly not going to fly, so instead of digging in her heels, she tries to act like it’s just grumpiness.

Hailey’s expression twists a little, and Kim can see her gearing up to prod some more—Hailey had gotten really good at reading her, even if it isn’t obvious that there’s something deeper beneath the surface going on.

“Really. Pay me no mind, I’m just tired. Sorry for being a bit grumpy, it’s just the tiredness.” Kim continues, throwing in an apology before giving Hailey a smile she did not feel. She rises from her bed, making motions to get her bed clothes, ready to continue to brushing off this and hoping Hailey will go along.

“Kim,” Hailey then catches her arm, having also rose. “Talk to me. We agreed to be friends, remember?”

No such luck.

“Yes. We did.” Her voice is clipped. A look then passes across Hailey’s face, like something is dawning on her. Kim panics, her heart thumping too fast in her chest, realising she’s played her cards too open, that Hailey’s going to realise that Kim doesn’t want to be her friend, that Kim wants more.

“But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I don’t want to be your friend,” The words drop from Kim’s mouth before she can even think them through, her mind shutting down and going into survival mode. Hailey tilts her head slightly, and Kim’s positive that she edges a little closer to her. Something in the back of her mind is going wrong, wrong, wrong like it’s caught onto something the rest of her hasn’t.

“That’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.” Hailey begins and Kim thinks that surely her heart rate has reached a new record, with how fast it’s beating, like it’s trying to break through her rib cage. “We had fun, right? You know... Before. And I miss you, I miss that fun. I miss my.. my best friend. And I was thinking, the sex part, you know, that isn’t off the table for me. We can still do that. Nothing’s changed there, for me. If you still want me.”

Hailey looks so vulnerable, so open, her tone so soft. She’s so very rarely vulnerable and there’s a part of Kim that is so proud of Hailey for being so, especially when she can tell she was feeling awkward expressing all that, but that part of her is buried under all her emotions, all her hurt feelings, and the ringing in her ears she got after Hailey said best friend, like that’s obviously all Kim can ever be.

“But I don’t want that. I don’t want to be your best friend, or your friend—or anything. We’re not friends, we’re just co-workers, nothing more. And honestly I’d be fine even if we weren’t even that.” Kim’s tone is so much more harsh than she wanted it to be, sounding even more harsh in contrast to Hailey’s soft tone, the words biting coldly.

Hurt covers Hailey’s fault, unable to be hidden, although it doesn’t seem like Hailey even tried, something that just makes Kim feel even worse, making her want to take back the words.

But she doesn’t, focusing on keeping a wall up between them, knowing that she’ll be saving them a world of hurt. Kim can’t be what Hailey wants, she can’t be just a friend, and Hailey can’t be what Kim wants and it’s unfair of them to ask that of each other.

“Right.” The vulnerability disappears, Hailey’s expression going back neutral. Kim ignores the way her heart aches at that, just as much as she ignores the hurt that still lingers in Hailey’s eyes. “Co-workers it is.”

Somehow, this hurt even more than the deafening silence left in Kim’s apartment after Hailey head tailed out of it six weeks ago.

It’s silent in the car when Kim is driving them home three days later.

Hailey is slumped, asleep, in the passenger seat next to her, blonde hair lying half across her face, moving slightly every time she lets out a breath.

It’s the closest they’ve been in days, yet they couldn’t feel further apart.

They’ve spent the past three days standing at least four feet apart at all times, becoming alert and tense whenever one of them accidentally walks by too close. Hailey, naturally, is handling it better, appearing a lot less rattled at Kim’s mere presence that she is, but there’s been an ever-present hurt look in the back of her eyes whenever she ever even glances in Kim’s direction.

It is a miracle, really, that they even managed to get their guy to crack. It shouldn’t surprise Kim, both of them are always cool and in the headspace of just a cop whenever they step foot into an interrogation room, but Kim’s never felt quite like this before.

Or maybe it’s because Kim wishes they weren’t going home, that their man isn’t being processed for prison, that they hadn’t completed what they came here for. If you told her three days ago that she’d be dreading going home, she would never have believed that she could be feeling anything but relief.

But home sounds anything but relieving now.

To be in her own home, where the memories of Hailey lingers in every room. To be around the people who know them best, most of which are highly trained cops with a knack for reading people, and have to act like everything is fine. To being in a place where there’s others who love Hailey, others who can be her friend, and get to bask in the light that is Hailey Upton while Kim watches on because of herself. To be in a place she’s not, even after what’s happened, the person who knows Hailey best, that the last thing they had, the threadbare connection that even if they’re not good, they’re still a team in a sea of strangers.

Being away from home, it felt like hell until home was back on the table.

Away from home, they could be how they are without being scrutinized. They weren’t around people who know them, knows how they usually are. If people could tell that something’s wrong between them, at least they had no right to ask about the details, to get them to open up, to fix things.

Although depending what Jameson pulled her aside to say before they left, Kim’s not too sure if that’s true.

In the four days they had spent in the town, they had gotten to know Moran and Jameson quite well. Like that they don’t only work well together as partners, but that they are together. That they are happy together. Jameson explained how their captain is only allowing them to remain partners because they do good work, but that as soon as they’re married, they’ll have to be split and Kim watched how her eyes lit up at saying that, smiling affectionately at her boyfriend, showing that not only are they happy, but they are both anticipating marriage happening somewhere down the line.

Kim can’t lie and say it didn’t make her jealous.

Hailey had gotten to get to know them better—well, at least, Jameson—however. Kim blames the fact that after the co-worker talk, she had been ending the day and going back to the motel before Hailey, and Hailey had been agreeing to see some of the town’s sights with Moran and Jameson after work.

This also makes Kim feel jealous, even if she knows it’s her fault.

She just hadn’t realised how well they had been getting to know each other, not until Jameson pulled her to one side when Hailey was helping Moran with the paperwork.

“I know this is none of my business,” Jameson had started. “But I’ve noticed things about you and Upton. And well, Hailey’s said some things to me when I’ve asked and I’m not gonna presume to know everything or go get anything—I don’t really know you, after all. But I’ve been where you are. I know Johnny and I, we seem so good now, but we had such a messy start. He was freshly divorced, I had only ever had crappy relationships and my mother isn’t exactly a great role model when it comes them, and we were both so emotionally out of our depth. And I just want to say that all this is doing is wasting time being miserable when you could be happy, and it’s so much better just being open and honest, even if it seems scary or you have no idea how.”

“I don’t know what you’re getting out but it doesn’t apply here.” Kim played dumb, really not wanting to bond with this detective over this, and definitely not wanting to admit that there’s something going on and that she’s miserable.

Jameson just gave her a look which clearly said everything she thought about that.

“I’m just saying that honesty is the best policy for a reason. And communication, it works. I can tell that you—both of you—you’ve got your own personal issues, that you don’t know how to be vulnerable or to let yourself be vulnerable, but one person who used to be like that to another, please try.”

“Yeah, I’ve tried that. Didn’t work.” Kim slipped, but she couldn’t help it, not when Jameson was telling her to do something she already did—when she told Hailey that she loves her and was met with silence.

Jameson gave her another look.

“Did you? Truly? I’m just basing this on what I’ve seen and what little Hailey’s said... I think it’s worth a try, being truly open. The worst case scenario is you get rejected, but something tells me that won’t be the outcome.”

Now, as Kim drives home, Jameson’s words is all she can think of.

Kim knows, knows, that talking isn’t something she’s particularly great at. She was getting better at it, and before everything, her and Hailey was good at it, just as long as they didn’t address what Kim thought was the elephant in the room. And that... That is what gave her the confidence to say that love confession, even if the words just slipped out.

But then when Hailey left, and refused to answer any of her texts or calls, Kim knows a wall went up in her heart. That maybe at the first bump, at the first stumble, Kim returned back to burying all her feelings down, trying to protect herself.

That since then she’s been in survival mode, unable to deal with the hurt she felt, unable to be able to consider going to Hailey and talking through all of this.

For the first time since Hailey said they were just fucking, Kim thinks about what she initially thought when Hailey froze. That she saw it through Hailey’s eyes, a woman Kim knows can be scared of commitment, a woman Kim knows learnt at an early age to never be vulnerable. That she understood that Kim saying the l-word might startle Hailey, might startle that flight or fight reaction in her, that Hailey might feel obligated to say it back and knowing she can’t, she flees.

Kim thinks about how she initially went to assure Hailey, telling her it didn’t matter, that she didn’t have to say it back. All she’s been thinking since is about how in that moment she was panicking to maintain some dignity, but she was also thinking about how to reassure Hailey, to calm the woman she loves from her own panic, from her trauma response.

Somewhere, between then and now, that had gotten lost.

It’s like a lightbulb in Kim’s head, and suddenly she feels very embarrassed, humbled. She remembers everything that’s happened since with a clearer eye, and she sees everything so much less clouded by her own hurt.

Hailey saying she misses her best friend. Misses. That it wasn’t about the title Kim is referred to, friend or not, it was about Hailey telling her that she misses her, that her life has a missing piece without Kim in it.

Hailey asking if they can be friends, that she was asking that if nothing else, can’t they at least try to be friends.

Hailey saying if you still want me. Literally asking Kim if she’s important to her, if she wants her in her life—if she wants her perhaps in the way Kim actually does want her.

Hailey avoiding her all day after the I love you. She can see it clearly now as Hailey not knowing how to proceed, knowing that she’s processing things and maybe even regretting how she handled it the night before.

Hailey coming around that Saturday, an apology coffee in her hand.

Oh god, she is such an idiot.

Somehow Kim had neglected to ever really wonder why Hailey came around, or what she was starting to say as she walked into her bedroom. But Kim wonders now, remembering the casual look Hailey had donned, in the clothes Kim had mentioned is the easiest for them to get off, remembering how Hailey had done her hair in that messy sort of way she did on their not-dates, the smile on her lips, and the nerves in her eyes.

Hailey... Hailey had come around to fix things. Not to repair a friendship but maybe... Maybe to express her own mutual feelings, even if it wasn’t as direct or open as the way Kim did the night before.

And Kim had fucked Adam.

It feels as if a bucket of cold water has been poured over her, and Kim looks at the blonde sleeping beside her, wanting to wake her up, to apologize and apologize over and over, realising just how much she had fucked this up. That she could’ve had it all, just like she wanted, that she wasn’t picturing things and instead she threw it away because she couldn’t see past her own hurt.

She doesn’t wake up Hailey. For one, she’s driving and should concentrate on that, lest she gets them into an accident just because she couldn’t wait. And for two, Kim knows she can’t botch this up, that she needs to think this through, think through her apology, how to phrase it, to make sure Hailey understands that she gets it, and that she’s truly sorry.

Kim is just grateful that Hailey decided to sleep most of the way home, knowing that she couldn’t keep in her new realisations in her head if she was awake the whole time. It’s hard enough when Hailey stirs right as they approach Chicago, waking up. Even more hard when Hailey goes to smile at her, but then stops herself, probably remembering the words Kim so, so regrets ever saying.

It’s late, and Voight told them that they get the day off tomorrow for their good work, so Kim drops Hailey off at her apartment. It’s agony watching Hailey barely look at her, getting her bag from the boot silently and just saying a quiet thank you. Kim can see how much Hailey’s own hurt is dripping off her, and all she wants to do is get out of the car and kiss her.

It’s even more hard to watch Hailey retreat to her apartment building, watching her walk away from her. It feels as if Hailey’s taken her heart with her, and with every step the ache in Kim’s chest grows.

Even waiting until tomorrow to apologize feels impossible.

And when Kim realises half way on her way to her own apartment that the car she’s driving is Hailey’s, that they had forgotten that, she knows she can’t wait any longer. She’s got to fix things, now, and she’s got a good reason for driving back.

Kim stops, briefly, parked in a store’s car park. There she gets out of the car, letting the cool late march air wash over her, before digging out her phone and dialling.

“Kim?” Adam answers almost straight away.

“Hey. Sorry for calling, I need to ask you something.” Kim pauses, pressing her free hand against Hailey’s car, feeling the cool metal beneath it. Adam waits patiently. “That Saturday, after we, you know. And Hailey came in. What... Okay just go with me here, what do you think is going on?”

Adam laughs.

“Well, Kev owes me five bucks. He thought you’d go to him for advice.”

“I’m not asking for advice. I just want to know what you think.” Kim immediately gets defensive, only spurring on the chuckle Adam gives her.

“Kim, everyone knows you two are sleeping together. Okay so I didn’t know until that Saturday—yes, Kevin and Jay teased the fuck out of me for that—but it wasn’t hard to figure out. And everyone pretty much knows you two had a lover’s spat—which, Kim, you know I love sex, but next time talk to your girlfriend instead of sleeping with me, I’ve never felt so awkward in my life—and everyone wants you two to sort it out. And if you want my advice—,”

“I’m good,” Kim cuts him off, but light heartedly. “I just wanted to know, there’s definitely something there, between us.”

“Kim, aliens on Mars knows there’s something there. It’s so obvious, the looks you give each other.”

“Thank you—just thanks. And I’m sorry, for using you.”

After her conversation with Adam, Kim feels a hundred pounds lighter, a bounce in her step. She needed to get confirmation from someone else, that she isn’t seeing things, that she isn’t imagining feelings between them. She’s hurt Hailey enough, she can’t go in and apologize if she’s yet again got the wrong end of the stick.

She makes one last detour, going into the store quickly to grab some flowers. They’re only the cheap stuff, the fancier shops shut by now, but they’re still pretty—of course, nowhere near as pretty as Hailey is. But then again nothing is.

Kim is a bundle of nerves when she knocks at Hailey’s door. The time it take Hailey to answer feels like an eternity and her nerves only build while waiting. But then she opens the door and Kim knows, knows, that this is exactly what she needs to do.

“Kim?” Hailey looks shocked and confused to see her standing there, and she only gets more confused when she sees the flowers in Kim’s hands.

“It was your car. The car we took—it was yours.” As for starts to romantic speeches go, this could be better, especially as Kim hands the car keys to a confused looking Hailey.

“You could’ve driven it home.” Hailey says.

“I didn’t want to. I wanted... I wanted to see you. Hailey, I fucked up. I don’t want you to be just a co-worker, I want so much more. I want you. And I miss you too, like so much. And I’m so sorry that I slept with Adam and I pushed you away and saying—saying everything I said. And I know this probably can’t just make this all better, but I get it, I get you. Everything, how you reacted and everything. I was blinded by my own hurt, and I’m sorry I didn’t take into account your own trauma. But I got you these flowers, and I, uh, I won’t tell you I love you again because I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I will ask you if you could kindly please give me another chance and maybe go on a date with me?” Kim’s heart is beating so, so fast in her chest that she wouldn’t be surprised if Hailey’s neighbours could hear it.

There’s the longest pause between Kim finishing and Hailey responding and it feels like forever, and all that could go wrong flashes through her mind, but then Hailey smiles.

Hailey smiles, and it’s like the sun comes back into Kim’s life, lighting up her world.

“I’m sorry too, for how I reacted. I didn’t mean it, we were not just fucking, not to me anyway. I... I wanted to ask you out but I was so scared and then when you said that, I just panicked. There’s so much bad memories tied up around in those words and I didn’t know how to handle it, not coming from you. I’m sorry. And I’d love to go on a date.” Hailey’s words makes Kim’s heart skip a beat.

“But first,” Hailey then says, before stepping towards her, squishing the flowers still in Kim’s hands as she kisses her. It’s gentle, soft but so perfect. She pulls back, blue eyes shining.

“And if you’re not going to say it, I will.” Hailey takes a deep breath. “I love you,”

Hailey goes in for another kiss, and this time Kim drops the flowers on to the floor, wanting, needing, her hands to be free as she wraps her arms around her, pulling her tight against her, hand in her hair and deepens the kiss.

For the first time in six weeks, Kim finally feels alive. It’s not long before the two, still interlocked, retreat into the apartment, the flowers long forgotten outside the door.

Kim knows this is what she could’ve had six weeks ago, on that Saturday, had she not slept with Adam. She would’ve thought that she would have wanted a milestone like this to happen in her own place, in her own home, but the reality is that nowhere is home, no one place is home.

Her only home is with Hailey and finally, at last, Kim is home.

[wisteria-lodge]

authoritarian badger primary + snake secondary

Sorry if this is the improper channels, I just created my first ever tumblr account to follow you haha I would love help with sorting, you’re quite astute and it would be such a service to me as I’ve struggled for years with it, despite (or perhaps because of) reading so many posts about it! I’m much better at speed-reading randos, than I am at categorizing myself.  

I was that classic gifted underachiever.

ugh, I hate the word “gifted.” I’m so pleased that it’s falling out of favor in education circles.

I felt bad for some of my teachers, because I knew they probably blamed themselves. To make them see I appreciated them, I would study their teaching methods, and then give them positive feedback. I was the kid who would sleep through English, then write a collection of stories about the teachers, infusing classical literature and mythological references, performed them in the cafeteria, and sold them for lots of money to the students.

You sound like you were probably bored. Look, don’t feel bad about your teachers. Some students are just Anakins. High ability, low emotional maturity. We know that all we can do is give you guys a safe space until you figure yourselves out.

I wrote about my incompetent Math Teacher, Mrs. Malatestinic, as the Malatesting-Sphinx, an awful creature that posed mathematical riddles she herself did not understand. She didn’t like that (I failed math by 1 percent that semester lol), but when the math department heard me reading, he gasped sharply, his face went bright red and he started shaking in a way that looked life stifled laughter.

… this is your second, like, vengeance narrative? (slept though english class > made $$$ selling writing) (wrote hit piece about teacher > department head secretly agrees with you.) And you haven’t said anything that has anything to do with the Sortinghat Chats System???

I have almost no practical skills of my own (I find it hard to even change my lightbulbs, so I sometimes pee in the dark)

You must have some very understanding roommates.

but I pride myself on my interpersonal pixie dust. I seem to cheer people up, and I like to think I have a keen eye for people. One of my favourite compliments was when a young woman told me I had an almost supernatural ability for making others feel seen.

Okay, so a very social secondary, I can work with that. Going with *not Badger* as a hypothesis, since you almost seem to get kind of a kick out of not being exactly useful.

I naturally bond groups around me wherever I go, and I notice without this sort of found family dynamic in my life (a little team/group/family) I get depressed. I have fused my entire being with my job and have become a sort of mascot/face of the business, and despite not actually being the highest ranked/most senior employee.

… and we have a Badger primary.

I wish I was gentler, but my love for my people is pesky and meddlesome and I worry some day people will tire of me. I get overly involved in people’s lives (even when they ask me not to get involved, I take that as code for “I wouldn’t want to bother you, but secretly I wish you would get involved”).

I’m everyone’s unofficial therapist. This big mouth gets me into trouble sometimes, especially when I attack the powers that be on behalf of the underdog (something I can never resist)

Oh ouch. Yeah, that is some exploded, Authoritarian Badger right there. You get involved in peoples lives when they tell you to stay out? You view yourself as a universal therapist and righteous defender of those who cannot defend themselves? You write like you’ve got all the answers, and everyone else in your life is scared, or helpless.

I once flooded a grouchy old lady’s apartment by accident (ADHD) and then when she called to scream at me, she ended up telling me her whole life story instead.

I know this is the Badger secondary in me, but did you like… help fix the apartment? Untreated water damage can lead to black mold.

And yet, I cannot keep a secret to save my life, people should not be telling me things! My mom and boss often warn me about burning bridges. I know this is true in theory, but sometimes I just get triggered.

Impulsivity is something that people with ADHD can struggle with, but I can’t link it to a specific secondary.

I was bullied and abused a lot as a child/teen, but I never believed I deserved it, only that I lacked power, so I had to dig deep and outwit my opponents. I find story arcs of clever but physically underpowered oddballs like Mulan and Tyrion very satisfying for that reason! I tend to be a bit of a con for the cause at times—I toy with people and can be a bit of a “storyteller”. My saintly double badger mom strongly disapproves of this tendency in me, and half teasing, half scolding calls me Harold Hill (The Music Man).

Snake secondary, for sure. 

I have an awful petty flaw of never forgetting a slight! When the people I love/invest in betray me, I am devastated, and that disillusionment can fester into hatred under extreme circumstances. Darker still, when people cross a certain line morally, they seem to forfeit their personhood in my eyes. Gloves are off, and since I’m kind of an empath I basically have all the destruct codes to people’s souls.

That is… the dehumanizing aspect of a Badger primary in full swing, which has been a through line this whole time. The math teacher was incompetent, so it was fine to mess with her. The old lady was grouchy, so flooding her apartment wasn’t a big deal.

Some examples of my dark fuckery (if tldr, skip to final paragraph 😊):

I will cut this out, actually. There are a *lot* of revenge narratives here, some of them get pretty dark, and in my opinion… these are situations where you either went too far or shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place. I guess they re-affirm the ‘I know best’ of the Authoritarian Badger, and the improvisational problem solving skills of the Snake secondary.

Um yes, so sorry about how long this is, every time I went to edit it down, it got longer! I understand if you don’t have the time or inclination to read, let alone analyze all this! But at least it helped me a little to write it all out. Please know I love your posts, you’re brilliant! I will lose entire days  studying and obsessing over your posts. Thank you for everything!

You’re welcome. And don’t take any of this too badly. Badger primaries get Authoritarian streaks sometimes, it happens. And if you’re worried that “people will tire of you” - I will say, as someone who has known quite a few Authoritarian Badgers. I didn’t get tired of them, I got exhausted, felt condescended to, and it was an all around unpleasant experience. 

[mrneighbourlove]

The Mask over the Man. The Demon over the Beast. Majora over Ganon.

I love both these villains. The N64 was my first console I delved deep into, and Ocarina of Time and Majora’s Mask introduced me to two of my favourite villains in gaming. Today though, I want to delve into why I see one of these characters as the superior ‘villain’. Just my opinion, but I hope to share my case strongly and passionately. I’ll go over each character, than why I believe that one reigns over the other, even if ever so slightly.

Ganon

The King of Evil. The King of Darkness. And the Great Calamity of Hyrule. I love the pig demon. His constant presence in the Legend of Zelda series cannot be ignored. Gameplay wise, he can be so much fun to fight against in the final battle for the sake of the world. Doesn’t matter if you fight him as a wolf, if he’s a wizard, or just a mighty beast. Story wise is where a have a slip with him. Ganon set the standard for me in the ‘Dark Lord’ archetype, however, he can sometimes feel simplistic in that regard, simply wishing to conquer the world. And as the beast, barring perhaps Link to the Past, he lacks any real character. It’s also unfortunate that most of the time you meet him, you defeat him immediately afterwards. The best he’s ever been as a threat to me, was in Breath of the Wild.

Calamity Ganon

This is Ganon as almost a force of nature. No real conscious we can see, having thrown away any shell of a man for hatred and malice. What really makes this Ganon work, is the relationship you *rediscover* with the old champions, and feeling the heartache at knowing they’re dead. The fact that it festered in Hyrule for over a century, is highly impressive. But the biggest complaint people had (and why everyone is going crazy over the mummified corpse of MummyDorf) is that because Calamity Ganon was just pure hatred, we lacked the relationship of the three Triforce users seen in past games. Which leads me talking about the man, the legend, the best part of Ganon.

Ganondorf

Making Ganon into Ganondorf did wonders for the character. His goals became more relatable, because we as humans can relate with another human being, or at the very least, understand the goal. Hailing from the Gerudo desert, there are two Ganondorf’s that I want to pick out. The Wind Waker split, and the Twilight Princess split. In Ocarina of Time, Ganondorf is the best evil conquer he’s ever been, even without the long locks of Hyrule Warriors. He set out with a long purpose goal to take the Triforce and conquer the world. And he was the main focus as a villain. Ganondorf was also young, and brash. He had a flair, which made him a fantastic villain. He truly appeared to be the King of Evil. Upon his defeat, he gave a loud speech of getting revenge, very classic villain monologue. The next game we saw him was Wind Waker. I feel confident in saying that despite not seeing too much of him, this is the best Ganondorf becomes as a character. He’s far more relaxed in his evil plot. The man goes out of his way to make sure his kidnaped girls aren’t hurt, and when dealing with both Link and Zelda, he gets straight to the point with them, yet, he doesn’t kill them. And up until the end, he still has an air of menace when he wishes to be theatric, despite having more experience and wisdom. After the frightful Puppet Ganon fight, you learn why Ganondorf set out for power in the first place. His people suffered under the desert heat of day, and the icy cold nights. In his own words, the winds carried death. His desire for the Triforce was to bring back the old land of Hyrule. Despite what might have happened after he brought back the land, Ganondorf wanted to *restore* the old land of Hyrule from under the sea. That’s almost heroic. You emphasize with him. Which I argue diminished his villainous qualities in exchange for a more flushed out character. He only tries to kill Link and Zelda after his wish is denied and he snaps into insanity.

Then there’s Twilight Princess Ganondorf. A really cool Ganondorf. His design is awesome, I love his boss fights gameplay wise and musically, but this is one of the Ganon’s I’d place into the ‘cockblock’ section of Ganons. Real talk, I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this, but I really like Zant as a villain. He was incredibly intimidating until you face him in the realm of Twilight. His relationship with Midna was interesting, and he carried a cool air not seen before. He was chill... until the very end into his sudden crazy decent. I feel that both Ganondorf and Zant suffer because of the formers sudden conclusion. Each character lost time in the game that could have been used to develop them more. Zant could have had more time to develop into madness as the final boss, or Ganondorf could have been established from the beginning, instead of being diet OOT Ganondorf. His evil goal of placing the world into Twilight didn’t have any drastic changes to the world either. Civilians didn’t even notice the danger they were in. At least OOT Ganon ruled Hyrule for 7 years, and Calamity Ganon was around for 100 years. When Ganondorf takes away time from other villains, it makes him a weaker villain as well. Which is why the Mask stood tall in such a unique story.

Majora

The entity of Majora’s Mask stands out to me as something insidious and inhuman. Unlike Ganondorf, you can’t identify with an unblinking Mask like you can a human being. It stands out as a villain that doesn’t need Ganon in its story or to take his form. The duel relationship with Skull Kid is interesting, as Skull Kid isn’t entirely innocent in his actions, but the transition Majora takes over Skull Kid makes you wonder who’s control until the very end. In my recent play through, I just discovered this, but in Day 1 or 2, the Skull Kid will do a little dance when you spot him in the telescope, and once you look back, he spanks his ass at you and jumps away. However, at Day 3, his head is sideways, looking at you, and constantly twitching, rooted to his spot. It’s like Majora is a drug to Skull Kid that has finally caught up. And that’s a terrible fate to think about.

What stands out to me the most about Majora over Ganon, is the stakes as a hero. First, looking at the world. Ganondorf ruled Hyrule for 7 years, yet villages like Kakariko are still around. The world hasn’t been ruined. Even with Calamity Ganon having been around for 100 years, he’s in a prison with Zelda, and civilization keeps ticking by. The moment you enter the world of Termina and you look to the sky, you can see Majora’s immediate tool of armageddon.

The Moon

This rock in the sky slowly falls to the Earth over a period of three days. The stakes are felt immediately. You either stop Majora from crashing the moon into Termina, or you burn with the rest of the world. Swept away by a wall of fire compered to an atomic bomb. If the ticking timer doesn’t remind you of your duty, the earthquakes on the third day, then looking to the sky will. Another peek of interest for me in the camp of villainy, is the people you meet along the way. The world of Termina is full of colourful characters that Link meets throughout his adventure. From Tatl to Pamela and her Father, you get heavily invested with them. And they all are aware of the danger of the moon. Almost all are directly or indirectly affected by the Skull Kid and the power of Majora that he immaturely wields. Mikau is killed by Gerudo pirates because they were influenced by Skull Kid to steal the Zora eggs. Areas such as the Woodfall Swamp, Snowhead mountains and Ikana Valley are cursed due to the Monsters Majora unleashes after sealing the giants away. Kafei is cursed into a child directly by Skull Kid and has his wedding mask stolen by a thief as a result. Cremina, god willing that you save her sister Romani from the “Ghosts”, drugs her sister with alcoholic milk so she sleeps through the destruction of the world. The acts of villainy Majora does ripple big and small. With Ganondorf and Ganon, you are given free room to take your time, you lose very little allies, and you have Zelda backing you up most of the time in a battle of destiny. With Majora, however, Zelda is no way involved, many people you meet die and suffer, some you can’t save even with rewinding time, and if you don’t stop the villain, he isn’t going to reshape the world, or control it in his own image, it’s going to destroy it. That is terrifying. Ganon has never truly terrified me. He’s just too human enough, and his villainous acts have never put me on edge. Unlike the champions of Breath of the Wild who you are avenging, the people of Termina are here and now, and that puts so much more tension on me.

Ganondorf is a great villain, but the inhuman characteristics of an entity that wanted to destroy all left a bigger impression on me. When you finally defeat Majora and save everyone you can correctly and within the time you’re given, including Skull Kid I might add, the credits feel so amazing because you truly saved the world, but more importantly, you saved the people that inhabit it. Defeating Ganon as a villain is a battle of destiny. Defeating Majora is a battle for everyone’s tomorrow.

[rallytheskulls]

Writober 2k19 || Day 21 || Festering Faults

Amongst the mind of Pate Whyst carries many thoughts and feelings about how his life has gone. Most of those, thankfully, have been great memories or moments. Something one could smile at, look back on, to enjoy. However, like nearly all people, there lies an issue everlasting that has yet to resolve in his mind.

Below the surface boils an emotion that he hides behind his facade on the daily, a feeling that he dares not show others. Often times this emotion is raw anger, an almost pure hatred really. Toward his past, toward those who would threaten him or those he loves. Hate could be a touch strong of a word for some people that grabbed his ire, yet most of the time it did fit.

Such feelings being hidden to all but him, well they have this sort of need to be released in some way or form. And well, people round here had enough problems on their own; PW wasn’t about to vent to the bosses or any of his brothers nor sisters. However, he did have one person he could confide in, as long as she was in a good state of mind too.

Cerise had to be the one person he could rely on more then any others; though that is not to say that noone else then her is trustworthy. It was just that when he was with her, the world itself felt as if it calmed down. With that kind of feeling already in play, it made releasing his pent-up anger and frustrations about people easier and safer to do then if he told anyone nearby.

This anger really rooted in the assumptions people made about him, those who questioned his very life and what he’d do with it. His parents come to mind, but there are others that constantly act as if he’s not doing enough. Then there are others that threaten that life or those important in it, that he has to simply put on a smile for because they’re immune or out of reach of him. Even worse possibly is the chance they are liked by those very people that they threaten.

There is much that causes PW stresses and anger, things that people expect you to keep bottled up and not to speak of ever publicly. He’d sigh and comply most of the time, for weeks on end. But eventually? He needed to deal with those issues or his facade may start to show cracks in it...

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'I can always get another wife.'

How Donald Trump shrugged off Melania

leaving him over his infidelity, used Ivanka

to charm businessmen, raged at Don Jr.

over hunting photos and gossiped about

Tiffany's looks, Michael Cohen details in book

Michael Cohen, Donald Trump's former personal lawyer’s, new book Disloyal contains details of Cohen acting as Trump’s fixer

Trump allegedly told Cohen in reference to Melania and alleged cheating: ‘I can always get another wife. That’s no problem for me, if she wants to go, so be it’

Other details in the book claim that Trump boasted about sending in Ivanka to close out business deals

Trump said of this tactic: ‘They can’t think straight when they’re around her. They can’t keep their eyes off her’

He also raged at Don Jr. and threw him out of his office for resurfaced big-game hunting photos

Trump allegedly said Don Jr. ‘had the worst f***ing judgement of anyone I have ever met'

Trump gossiped about Tiffany’s looks with Ivanka, saying ‘I don’t think Tiffany has the look. She just doesn’t have what you have, honey'

Among the claims is that despite courting evangelicals, Trump was pro-abortion, saying: ‘Planned Parenthood was the way poor people paid for contraception’

Cohen worked as Trump’s fixer for more than a decade, once saying he would ‘take a bullet’ for his boss.

But they fell out after Cohen was arrested by the FBI for paying porn star Stormy Daniels $130,000 in hush money weeks before the 2016 election.

Cohen was sentenced to three years in prison for campaign finance violations and other crimes but was released a year into his sentence this summer and put on house arrest due to the coronavirus.

In ‘Disloyal: A Memoir: The True Story of the Former Personal Attorney to President Donald J. Trump’, Cohen writes that in 2007, makeup artist Jill Harth’s ex-husband approached the National Enquirer claiming that she was harassed and sexually assaulted by Trump in 1993.

Cohen got Jill to sign a statement saying the claims were false and made the story go away, but it would re-emerge during Trump's Presidential run.

Cohen was tasked with going to Melania and explaining how Harth and Trump were denying the claims, but he knew he was on shaky ground.

Recounting the conversation, he writes they ‘performed a game of kabuki theater’.

The book says: ‘Each of us was aware of the deception but following an unwritten rule that we wouldn’t acknowledge that reality.

‘All the while I could tell she knew I was lying. But she knew. She knew everything, but she didn’t do what most wives would do and insist on the whole story’.

In 2011 the Stormy Daniels allegations first came on Trump’s radar and Cohen was tasked with making it go away.

He recounts a conversation with Trump when the future President said: ‘I’m sure Melania isn’t going to take this well.

Don’t forget I’m married to an Eastern European woman. They don’t play around when it comes to this kind of stuff’.

Once they had silenced Daniels, Trump looked at a picture of her and bemoaned the fact that the producers of The Apprentice, which he was hosting at the time, wouldn't invite her on as a guest.

Trump said: ‘Man, she would have been great for ratings. And great for me’.

Cohen countered: ‘Not if Melania found out’.

Cohen writes that he knew Trump would ‘corner pretty women in his office and forcibly kiss them as they recoiled’.

Cohen also writes about Trump’s deep hatred of Barack Obama, which festered long before Trump decided to run for president.

According to Cohen, Obama’s election victory of 2008 was a ‘cataclysm’ for Trump.

He writes there are ‘no words to describe Trump’s hatred and contempt for Barack Hussein Obama - always all three names and always with a disdainful emphasis on the middle’.

The book says: ‘Trump didn’t despise Obama. It was much, much stronger than that. I figured that Obama was the only person on the planet whom Trump actually envied - truly, madly, deeply….it drove Trump out of his mind’.

After Obama gave his address at the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, in the same place as John F Kennedy in the 1960s, Trump went from ‘incandescent to sputtering, spittle flecked fury as he watched Obama talk about freedom and ridding the world of nuclear weapons and turning back the rising seas by fighting global warming’.

Cohen said: ‘You’ve got to admit he’s a great orator’.

Trump yelled back: ‘F*** him’.

Cohen said: ‘He’s obviously very smart’.

Trump, who had run a campaign questioning whether Obama was born in the US, screamed back: ‘He’s a f****** phony.

He’s a Manchurian candidate. He’s not even f****** American. F*** him’.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8710325/amp/How-Trump-shrugged-Melania-leaving-infidelity.html