#i am tipsy lol

[eydi-andrius]

2022 was the shittiest year of my life, I'm still halfway there I know, but it was.

Before posting this...I thought I'll do the usual new year stuff greeting, you know... looking back being grateful, thankful for the negative stuff, turning things into positive.

But nah, you can be grateful but still admit that it was straight up bad.

It started off with me losing, being the butt of the joke, losing, realizing that I was the only one around who doesn't love myself than I should, being called selfish for putting boundaries, being called out for cutting people off without apologizing anymore, knowing that the most important person doesn't give the same sentiments towards me, keeping my peace and leaving without looking back once its not working anymore.

Somehow, I was told there were better ways to do it. However, when I was at my lowest these people were never there to help me out anyway. They stressed me out. Made me look stupid. And called me names I will never call them in my life.

I want justice for what they did to me. I was fueled with resentment. Yet, I never acted on it. Instead I made sure it will never happen to me again.

2022 was my year of meeting people who will scarred me to death or as a survivor.

I did meet the most awesome humans and community though. They supported me, whether they were aware of it or not. I am thankful, grateful, that I found them and they existed.

The journey was rocky at its best. I loved it though. I started getting to know myself. Being comfortable at being the weirdo. Prioritizing and making myself the number 1 whilst being empathetic. It was so hard and I remembered crying over the things I can't control each night when I thought I was okay. But healing is messy, so I was fine with it.

Take note, that I am only writing this here because this is the only place I feel most comfortable to share this with.

And having a shitty year is definitely okay. And no, just because you only remembered the bad things that happened last year, you will also share the negative to the upcoming year. Toxic positivity is much worse and deadly.

The first step into self love is being honest with yourself, accept it, then think of how you can work on it the next time. If you can't do it now, timing will help you out. I don't know how to explain it but yes, it will work out somehow. And that's the biggest lesson I've learned this year.

And yes, yourself is your number one ally. So be kind, always be grateful, and always talk kindly to yourself. No matter what the situation was because love is not abusive. It is soft, kind and gentle. You deserve to be treated that way.

I hope, wish and I'm sending all the blessings I can share to everyone so we all have the prosperous new year we needed, deserved and wanted.

Happy New Year and thank you for being here.

[intrinsicmotives]

50-11 jello shots later 🥴

[milfzatannaz]

my college experience in a nutshell

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Hey,” Lance whispers, brushing his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair. “Keith, baby. You up?” There’s no response. Not even a twitch. Keith remains completely out, mouth open and snoring, mumbling something every so often with a twitch of his hands.

Lance smiles softly. He runs gentle hands over Keith’s forehead, for a long time, just gently stroking the skin. Then he trails his fingertips over the bridge of his strong nose, thumb brushing over his cheekbones, memorizing the path of his faint, barely-there freckles.

“You’re my everything,” he whispers, completely awed. Keith is no more beautiful in sleep. There is crust on the corner of his eyelids, his hair’s a rat’s nest, and a trail of drool has just started to drip from the corner of his mouth.

He is every star in Lance’s sky. He is the sun cresting quietly over the horizon. He is the anticipation of the inhale, the relief of the exhale, the bubbling exhilaration of laughter and the burning feeling of a gentle touch.

He is everything.

Slowly Lance settles back onto the pillows. He’s not sure what woke him up, what dragged him awake, what compelled him to twist out of Keith’s hold and prop himself up on his elbows to stare.

He’s glad he did. He doesn’t always have the time to sit and watch, to caress rough and calloused skin, to sit with the stuttered beat of his heart and realise, startlingly, as if for the first time, that he has the unbelievable fortune to have Keith in his bed, in his arms, in his heart.

He’s startled, although he shouldn’t be, at the drip of tears down his cheeks. He lets the salty water blaze a hot trail down his skin, dripping onto their duvet, onto the pillows, onto Keith’s face.

“L’nce?” Keith mumbles, dragged from his slumber by the steady drip of Lance’s tears. “Y’good?”

“Yes,” Lance mumbles, hoarse, smile stretching his mouth almost painfully. He feels his love bubbling up through him, almost painful, choking in its hugeness. “Go back to sleep, mi alma.”

“‘Kay,” Keith says. He cracks one eye open, beautiful and indigo and dark, just as warm as it is bleary. “C’mere.” He opens his arms, wide and welcoming, and Lance doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t even pause. He falls into them easily, back to Keith’s chest, legs tangled together. Keith’s arms tighten around him immediately, even though he’s asleep again, easily cradling Lance like it’s reflex, like it’s automatic.

Like Lance is precious to him.

“Sleep,” Keith mumbles, pressing his lips to the back of Lance’s next and keeping them there.

“Okay.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

[bcbryar]

This file is called 'non-sober dog' because I am tipsy and this is Rendog.

[clowningcrows]

lol i pregamed a tiny bit for agatha but now after finishing im just taking shots for coping reasons

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hey guess what it's more Good Ganondorf content!

@silvercaptain24 <3

The party had long since finished. Link had been escorted back to his room and left in peace. With food in his stomach and some water, he felt his strength returning. His body trembled as he stood tentatively, alone in his room, but he managed to stay on his feet nonetheless.

Stepping quietly to the door, Link put an ear to it. There had to be guards outside, but he hadn't seen any when Nabooru had brought him back here.

This entire situation was making less sense, but he wasn't going to stick around long enough to parse it all out. Nabooru had claimed Ganondorf was holding him hostage to keep him safe. Ganondorf himself had tried to make himself look like he wasn't the villain, like the entirety of Hyrule hadn't been ripped apart at the seams because of his corruption and desire for power, like he hadn't torn the Triforce from Link and Zelda in battle while his army slaughtered their men.

It didn't make sense. What game was the monster playing? Link would have to figure it out when he made it back to his own people. Zelda and his army were waiting for him. The queen was no doubt trying to get a rescue operation together, and Link didn't want to risk anyone's lives over himself, not when he could find his own way out. He wasn't some helpless fool, he could handle this, and he would get the Triforce pieces back that the queen so desperately guarded.

He'd seen the crazed look in Zelda's eyes when they'd lost the Triforce the first time. He didn't want to see that again.

There was no other way out of this room than to use the door. It felt stupidly simple and reckless. He had to open it quickly, to catch the guards by surprise, wherever they were stationed. He needed some kind of weapon. He'd managed to sneak a knife in from dinner, slipping it into his boot, but he wasn't sure how useful it would be. He gripped it firmly in his hand and took a steadying breath.

It was now or never.

Link threw the door open, quickly taking in his surroundings, and saw... nothing.

No one... was there.

Well, he couldn't stop to think about it. The noise he'd just made would attract attention.

Trying to remember the path Nabooru had led him through to get outside, Link ran quickly, ignoring the chill that sank into his bones as he moved. When had it gotten so cold? His fingers felt like they were getting numb already as they gripped the knife.

The hallway opened up to a larger room. He remembered that. This was where--

A hand grabbed him by the back of his tunic and yanked harshly, sending him to the floor with a yell. Link kicked blindly, eyes focusing on his target.

It was Ghirahim.

Snarling, Link rolled to get away and swiped with the knife to create distance. Ghirahim caught his arm by the wrist, watching him with a sadistic smile.

"I figured you wouldn't sit still for long, sky child," he purred.

Something in Link roared in response, and he let out a battle cry as gripped the demon's arm with his free hand, bringing all his weight down to drag Ghirahim to the ground. The demon gasped a little at the increased weight he was holding, but he caught the hero by the shirt instead of letting them both fall.

Link spat in his face next, and that worked brilliantly, making the demon hiss and pull away immediately. Free from his grasp, Link began to run, knowing this was not a fight he was going to win with a knife. He heard a snap and Ghirahim appeared in front of him.

"Now, now," Ghirahim said, brushing some white hair out of his face. "I have strict orders to keep you here."

"Over my dead body," Link snarled.

"Oh, I wish," Ghirahim replied. "You see, that has been a point of contention lately. My master wishes you alive and it is so dreadfully taxing on me. But I trust his judgment. He has a way to address the true matter. And then your little vassal can be safe and sound while I deal with you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Link snapped, eyes searching for another escape route as he spoke. The demon lord certainly loved to talk, so if Link could use that to his advantage, he would.

"It's amazing how dense you can be," Ghirahim grumbled. "Honestly, an entire war fought for you and you don't even understand it. Cia may have fallen in love with you, but she desires your vassal. Nevertheless, this has always been about eliminating you. My master understands that. It will be my highest honor to serve in that capacity for him, to be the one to deliver the killing blow. I cannot wait for that momentous occasion."

"You're out of your mind," Link replied. Another hallway was just to the left, and if he ran fast enough... "I am the Hero. I don't know what you're talking about with vassals. I serve the queen as a--"

"THIS ISN'T ABOUT THE QUEEN!" Ghirahim screamed, face contorted in rage. "This is about you, sky child, about revenge, about eliminating the one threat in my master's way! Her Grace isn't here, and her descendant doesn't have a fraction of that power, the Triforce is all my master needs now, and I will finally be able to kill you!"

The conversation was about to end and Link knew it. He tore off in the direction of the other hallway, managing to round the corner when he heard a snap again. He was prepared this time, grabbing the nearest pot and throwing it just as diamonds materialized in front of him. Ghirahim grunted as it made impact as soon as he appeared, shattering into countless pieces while Link quickly backtracked and went a different way.

By the grace of the goddesses, that had given the captain enough time to at least outmaneuver the demon lord, who wasn't sure which part of the compound Link had ended up by now. He was grateful for it, his heart racing and pounding in his ears as he rushed to find an exit. Fighting Ghirahim in the heat of battle felt far more... controlled than this. Here he felt like prey, and Ghirahim's rage and power over him was...

He wasn't going to say he was scared. He wouldn't.

Link felt a breeze and it gave him hope. That had to mean he was close to the outdoors. But where were all the Gerudo?

A door was up ahead, sand trickling in from beneath it, a promise of freedom and safety. Link threw it open with relief.

And ran right into Ganondorf.

Gasping, Link scrambled backwards, losing his footing and his balance as he fell unceremoniously to the ground. He continued to scoot away, trying to find a way around the towering figure. The man was enormous - it could give Link the advantage of scurrying around him if he was fast enough, but the world was spinning and--

"I figured you might try this," Ganondorf sighed.

Okay. Okay, fine. So they were talking. That would give him time to catch his breath. All these fools and their monologues - and people said Link was arrogant. At least he didn't usually give his enemies time to formulate a plan while they were actively standing in front of him.

"Your strength is returning," Ganondorf noted, walking towards him. "But that doesn't mean you're ready for a fight."

Well, Link might as well try to get some answers while he was here. "Where's the Triforce, you monster?"

"Where it needs to be," Ganondorf answered simply, closing the door behind him, much to Link's dismay. He stared at Link for an uncomfortably long time, making the captain squirm.

"Nabooru said you want me alive. Tell me why," he demanded, trying to make the man talk again.

Ganondorf was silent for a moment longer and then shook his head. "You're not in a state to accept my words."

"Try me," Link goaded. He had to admit, at this point he was curious. And it bought him more time to figure out what the heck his next step would be.

"I know your type, Hero," Ganondorf said, tacking on the title as if it were a curse. "You follow the queen like a puppy that doesn't know any better. Your heart is filled with a sense of duty, a desire to help and do good, and it is fixed on that woman. You'll do whatever Zelda tells you."

Link bristled but bit his tongue. Whatever slander Ganondorf was about to say didn't interest him, but the man hadn't made a point yet.

"You don't see the mess you're in," Ganondorf continued, shaking his head. "You don't understand. I'm trying to protect you, Link."

Link blinked. Then he blinked again. Nabooru had said as much, but hearing it from him... well. She had said keep him safe. He'd interpreted it as keep him alive. "Protect me from what?"

"Everything," Ganondorf muttered in a low time, voice rumbling in his chest. He bent forward, as if to grab Link, and the captain took that as his cue.

Link bolted, rushing to the left to get out of the reach of the man as he tried to run around him, using his small size to his advantage. He reached the door and immediately realized his mistake.

It was locked.

The ground vanished beneath him, and Link felt his stomach lurch as he was held in the air by one of his arms. The strain of having his entire body weight pulled into his shoulder joint made him grit his teeth. Then his world twirled as he was tossed against the man, his back to Ganondorf's chest, held in place by an arm wrapped around his torso.

"Let me go!" he yelled, kicking his legs as much as possible.

"I told you that you were not ready for this conversation," Ganondorf said, almost chidingly. "I'm taking you back to your room so you can rest."

"You think I'll be ready for a conversation that isn't true?" Link snapped. "You're holding me hostage for a reason, stop lying to me!"

Ganondorf said nothing, walking down the hallway with Link his helpless prisoner dangling in his grip. His waist and stomach ached from the hold, though at least pressed against someone else warmed him enough that he wasn't shivering and numb. His body was screaming at him at this point, wounds he hadn't even realized existed suddenly flaring up. He supposed the battle that had gotten him captured had left more marks than he'd realized.

That didn't matter. Escaping mattered.

Link felt so utterly helpless and he hated it. He'd never felt so out of control in his life. When he was plopped back on the bed and left alone to his own musings, he curled into a ball, suddenly shivering again.

He felt so, so alone. And suddenly, with the thought of Ghirahim's twisted, demented, enraged face, with the thought of how easily Ganondorf just manhandled him, he felt...

He wasn't going to say it. He wasn't going to say it.

Damn it all, he was scared. And he hated it.

He was the bearer of the Triforce of Courage and he was scared.

Burying his face into his knees, Link hugged himself and cursed himself at the same time. The tears fell silently at first before little hiccups started to accompany them. He was too tired for this. The only mercy the goddesses provided was that he was alone. He didn't want anyone to see him like this.

His body felt impossibly heavy. The room felt like it was closing in. He was exhausted. His head hurt. His stomach ached from how he'd been held. Something on his back seared like fire. His knees were bothering him. He was freezing. He felt so unbelievably overwhelmed. He felt so unbelievably unsafe.

He'd always been the one to save the day. He'd been invincible with the Master Sword, though he'd learned that having others to help him was equally as important. But he had no Master Sword here. No friends. No hope of anything.

In the darkness and cold of the night, his fears consumed him, and he gave into despair. Link cried, so desperately alone. He just wanted to feel safe.

Warmth enveloped him, and he sank into it willingly, his hiccups turning into sobs. Something ran soothingly along his back, soft cloth was pressed against his face, and he found himself clinging to it desperately like a lifeline.

He needed to get himself together. He didn't care. No one was here anyway.

Then what's... why am I...?

He was too tired to process it anymore. All he knew was he felt safe.

"You'll be okay, child."

The voice was deep and gentle, whispered into his hair. Gentle pressure pressed him against whatever softness was in front of him. He heard a heartbeat.

A heartbeat. Pressure. Words. This was... he wasn't alone.

Hiccupping, Link opened his eyes, hands still clinging for dear life to patterned cloth in front of him, red hair spilling into his face as it slid over the person's shoulders.

A deep voice. A man's voice. A man wearing Gerudo--

What the hell.

Alarms rang in Link's mind as he put the pieces together. This couldn't be right this couldn't be right--

"You're safe," the voice said gently, continuing to run a hand along his back.

Link was so lost and confused and hurt and why the hell didn't anything make sense what was happening--

"I'll fix this," Ganondorf promised, and Link gave up entirely, falling apart.

[excelsior9173]

i feel like i need an international friend to follow me around for a month and then give me a list of all my “canadianisms”

because obviously as a canadian these things won’t stand out to me. i have no idea what mannerisms/slang/behaviours are culturally significant all the time (obviously i know the stereotypical ones and slang is regional so that’s kind of difficult lol)

i swear i come on the internet everyday and am all “this is a completely normal thing to do/say” and then i’ll see a post and realize that like “no that’s not normal it makes it glaringly obvious you’re canadian” like ??? that’s so cool to me! that there are things i do and say that are so ingrained they are second nature and ignored but signal to people not from here that i am canadian!

[rookflower]

Sorry to ask, but what platform did you stream on? I love watching warrior cats streams and I want to watch it! 😃

Gosh I always feel do childish ahhhh

Sorry if you explain somewhere else in your blog!

hiya!! it's no problem, don't worry! i should have probably posted the vod earlier, you can watch it here! (if you can put up with nearly 6 hours of me breathing heavily into the mic LOL)

i don't stream too often, but when i do it's on youtube and i usually post links here and twitter. my vods are all unlisted and i can't speak to the quality of any of them, but i have a public playlist on my channel you can find them on!

[tipsywench]

I try like every week to get a selfie with Tabby and she refuses to ever look at the camera it's killing me lol

[defiledtomb]

I have some time to kill before my friend arrives and I want to celebrate pride here too, SO, first to comment a gay ouroboros pairing gets a short drabble, posted within the hour!

GO!

[abigail]

besties. 🫣 I am a tiiiiny bit tipsy and I asked my partner if they would learn a song on guitar for me to sing along to and they said yeah of course and that they like my singing and idk.. I've wanted to and thought about doing music since i was a kid tbh but always thought i was no good and maybe I'm not buy hey. i have a loving partner who will learn to play a song on guitar for me so i can sing along and idk.. thats so nice.. even if I'm no good that's fine.. i have someone who loves me and supports me :-)

[couriernewvegas]

also my grandmother i love her so much i never see herrr

[a-froger-epic]

Queen ships in GIFs (no, I will not explain)

Maycury

Maylor

Froger

Deacury

Joger

Breaky

[charmac]

ack sorry I was rude about the bathroom problem script I misunderstood what you meant </3 thank you for being a great resource for the sunny stans

No worries lmfao I was being crypto maybe unnecessarily but more for fun… trying to lure people to my blog… lol

But I promise my main goal here is to make sure fans have access to as much Sunny content and resources as possible!

That’s my whole motivation for this blog, after years of searching the depths of the internet for old stuff and running into dozens of dead links (why!! @alwayssunnyfxx !? why did you privatise/delete so many videos!?) and watching almost every social media site fall apart to bad AI search and bots, I want a place where that’s not going to happen (as long as Blogger stays in existence, I guess)

It’s definitely a work in progress, and there’s still a lot to come, to be added and collected, scripts included, but hopefully we will soon have a great resource and fun and interesting site for the community, and a place for great future content and, of course, Season 17+ updates :)

[junhui-recs]

hi, i saw your post on how to reblog posts from deactivated users! however i can't seem to view the post without seeing it from like somebody else's blog so i was wondering if you knew a workaround for it, like how to view the post on its own? thanks!

so because the original poster deactivated, their whole blog is deleted so there's no way to view the original post 😔 you can only view and reblog the post from someone else's blog who is still active. the ones i reblogged i found either by looking thru other recs blogs, or they were sitting in my drafts from years ago before op deactivated. when someone deactivates none of their links work anymore (bc their blog doesn't exist) so fics recs lists don't work either, that's why reblogging is so important! fic recs lists will only work if the link you use is a link to your own reblog, because unless you deactivate your own blog, then those links will always work because a reblog is basically a new separate post, so if op deactivates it won't affect your reblogs whatsoever