#im literally not crying though

[squeeze-lemons-in-my-eyes]

In hindsight, my housemate probably heard me have a simultaneously rational and hysterical talk with myself in the bathroom mirror

[lovely-v]

Me before completing the forest temple: okay I get that ocarina of time is fun and nostalgic for people but it’s a bit of a stretch to call it one of the greatest video games of all time

Me after completing the forest temple: By revealing that Link is not a Kokiri, but a Hylian, the game effectively strips him of his humble origins amongst a group of people that already fail to recognize him in his adult form. Thus, kokiri village instantly becomes a location that is no longer Link’s home in any sense, exacerbated by the fact that the game now loads up in the temple of time instead of Link’s bedroom— he is a stranger in the only place that has ever been familiar to him and he is depressingly reduced to his destiny alone. However, the subsequent introduction of the time travel mechanic, which allows the player to travel from the horrific apocalyptic future back to the idyllic past of Link’s childhood, gives new meaning to the idea of this “destiny”. In effect, Link is not a stock “chosen one”, but a protagonist who consciously decides to fight onwards. Link’s dual existence as a child who knows the grim future and as an adult who was powerless to stop disaster gives a sort of desperation to his character, because while it brings the player relief to revisit the Castle Town that is populated by cheerful villagers instead of lurking zombies, the story can only be progressed through the acknowledgement of reality ��� the decision to make those seven years pass again. Therefore, both the player and Link as a character must be proactive in their heroism and make the conscious choice to struggle onwards despite the darkness that permeates—

[mitskiluvr]

sorry i’m a megumi apologist because i, too, would lay on the floor crying and throwing up if i was just forced to watch my own hands tear apart my sister and the man who raised me

[luminique]

You don't have to do this but I NEED me some Lighter as an adopted older brother or has a baby with the reader. I'm a sucker for big brother or fatherly things!!

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring.’ those words echoed through his head as he scooped up the little baby wrapped up in a blanket. it’s face was all red, seemed to be a few weeks old at most, but he didn’t recall seeing this small package here before. its cries were quiet, due to it being muffled by its own blanket.

the hatred he had in his heart could not overtake how much it throbbed at the sight of such a small bundle of joy, pressed up into his chest as he cradled it to sleep. how was he going to explain this to the rest of the girls? how was he going to explain this to you? but more importantly, how was he going to bring it back without waking it from the loud roar of his bike? piper’s driving was out of the question and calling all of the girls over would just scare it even more.

as he made his way back to his bike, the baby’s little fingers had found its way to his scarf, tugging at it gently. once he had sat down on his bike, he carefully removed his scarf and used it to cover up the precious baby. it was preoccupied enough to not notice him turn on the engine but now was the difficult part; driving back one handed while ensuring it doesn’t wake up.

slowly, he was able to arrive back, a lot later than usual however. he was carefully shushing the baby, stroking its cheek so gently as he made his way to the fire pit. he paid no mind to lucy questioning his absence, nor did he try to entertain caesar’s invitation for a spar. he flopped down on the couch, the warm fire reflecting off of his shades. he looked around for you, desperately wanting some sort of reassurance in this situation.

of course the girls had immediately swarmed him but the moment their eyes landed on the little bundle of joy in his arms, they immediately softened up. awww’s and ooh’s could be heard, like a weirdly harmonized symphony. not before long, your head popped through the crowd and it felt like he had let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

the baby was so good, barely making a noise as he carefully handed it to you, albeit a little clumsily. however, it’s little hand was wrapped around lighter’s finger, gripping it like it’s life depend on it. “this little one really likes you, huh?” you’d try teasing him but he was using all of his power to not just melt at the sight.

he didn’t know he was such a softie. yeah, the Sons of Calydon have made fun of him for being soft once in a while, especially when it came to you, and he knew it but constantly denied it. now seeing you cradling this baby, cooing at it, something in his chest felt warm and it was definitely not from the fire.

after a few minutes, the baby started crying and of course everyone went into a panic. they scrambled around, trying to figure out what had occurred and it turned out that the baby just needed a change of diapers. a kind mother nearby living nearby was more than happy to assist, teaching how to clean and feed. no one ever told you about how stressful it is to handle a crying, squirming baby but after changing it’s diapers and giving it some milk, this was when you realized that the little baby was a girl.

everyone was exhausted and the girls had gone to rest in their rooms. it was fun nonetheless but taking care of a baby is a lot more work than you thought. you flopped back on to the couch, baby still in hand, slowly patting her to sleep. lighter followed you around, wanting to keep the baby close in his sight.

“what should we do with her?” you quietly asked, eyes slowly closing as the baby’s beathing could be felt on your chest.

‘it’s a rough life out here in the outer ring’ there it was again. that same voice in his head. was it telling him to keep the baby? or was it telling him that staying here isn’t the best option? the proxies down in sixth street might know an adoption pla-

he felt your head resting on his shoulder, the slow rise and fall of your chest. a bundle of joy, all wrapped up in his scarf, gripping it tightly like how she did with his finger. as long as he had you, he was sure she would be brought up well. the other members of the Sons of Calydon would also not reject because that’s another girl for them to adore.

he removed his sunglasses, taking one last look at her small face before resting himself. then he looked at you, clearly exhausted yet keeping still for the baby. they say it takes a village to raise a child, he’ll come to understand if it’s true. the start of a new life, for not just this abandoned baby, but for him too.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#We Stan A Supportive/Protective Ex Boyfriend King

[lemongogo]

& ofc he dreams of her

[azurbee]

WHAT THE FUCK???

[crescentfool]

happy valentine’s day! 💛💙

[r0semultiverse]

well, this all looks rather familiar...

[eldritchstormisanartblog]

I silently cry for what is not.

Things out of reach

just outside my grasp.

-Out of reach, R Snow

[tianhai03]

warm up sketch that took way longer than it shouldve

[razables]

CASS YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME ON A MONDAY NIGHT

READ WWM/TA NOW!!!!!

@cassyapper

[ajokeformur-ray]

Watched a few "X was surprised by a cat on their birthday/Christmas/another event" videos and now I'm crying 😭😭😭

In all ways but this one, I'm settled in my new home.

[vse-kar-vem]

i'm gonna print some for london 2 so

[barfygutcheck]

books & bellyaches

/so this a lot more fluff and bit less kink than my previous post. still trying to find my style so hopefully it doesn't come across as inconsistent/

Jackie had barely moved from the dorm table in hours, hunched over her textbooks, highlighter in hand, eyes scanning the pages. Jackie was the type of college student who had a deep fear of failure, and she was fully committed to becoming a doctor. Her mind was racing with all the upcoming exams, and with each passing minute, she felt the mounting pressure to retain as much information as possible.

Her back was sore from hours of sitting stiffly, and her eyes stung with exhaustion. But those were minor issues compared to the real problem.

Jackie’s stomach churned, uncomfortably tight, as if it were twisting in knots. The week of non-stop fast food — think sketchy takeout and endless energy drinks — seemed to be catching up with her. She was usually better about staying disciplined, making it a point to cook her own food. She liked the feeling of being self-sufficient in the kitchen. However, cramming had left her no time to think about nutrition, and despite knowing better from her medical knowledge, she figured it was just easier to grab something quick.

Now, her body was paying the price.

She shifted on her seat, clutching her stomach as it gave another unpleasant gurgle. Her head felt warm, her skin clammy. This wasn’t just indigestion anymore — she felt feverish, and the discomfort wasn’t subsiding.

Unable to ignore the growing ache in her belly, she pushed herself up from the dorm table and collapsed onto the couch, groaning under her breath. She shut her eyes, hoping the ache would pass on its own.

Except it didn’t.

It just lingered, throbbing deep in her gut, and she cursed herself for letting things get this bad.

She had no excuse. She would’ve never let Sawyer get away with pulling such a reckless stunt, yet here she was, having done exactly that.

On that note, Sawyer, who had been sitting at the kitchen table scrolling through her phone, glanced up just in time to notice the change in Jackie’s posture. At first, she thought it was just stress from studying, but when Jackie groaned again and shifted like she was in pain, Sawyer’s attention was piqued.

“Hey, Jackie?” Sawyer walked over, slipping her phone into her pocket and kneeling at the side of the couch. Her hazel eyes matched her tone: soft, but full of concern. “You good?���

Jackie didn’t open her eyes. “M’fine,” she muttered, pressing a hand to her forehead. A blush crept over her cheeks, ashamed that Sawyer had to see her like this. Jackie was sure that no matter how many anniversaries they had under their belts, she would always feel mortified whenever she was sick.

When Sawyer was doubled over in pain, feverish and knocked down by a stomachache, Jackie didn’t bat an eye. She was more than willing to care for her girlfriend, especially with her future as a doctor in mind. And honestly, she didn’t mind giving Sawyer’s stomach a little extra attention.

If Jackie was feeling unwell, it was a whole different story, particularly when it involved her stomach. She’d get flustered and do her best to hide it, hoping Sawyer wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.

“Is it your belly?” Sawyer frowned, her brow furrowing as she took in Jackie’s pale face. She must have caught the sound of gurgling coming from Jackie’s stomach and, oh man, what an embarrassing thought that was. “Doesn’t sound like you’re fine,” Sawyer added, rubbing her neck. “How long has it been hurting?”

Jackie finally opened her eyes, blinking up at her girlfriend. “A while,” she admitted quietly. “I’ve just been eating crap all week. Too much junk food… you know what I mean.”

Sawyer pulled a face, knowing how Jackie’s usually mindful eating habits always seemed to crumble whenever exam stress piled up. Sawyer had never encountered anything like that, given that she was majoring in something that revolved around her third love—sports, right after Jackie and food, or maybe food and Jackie, depending on how hungry she was. It was nothing like the heavy coursework of medicine.

She hated seeing Jackie like this; clearly in pain but trying to pretend it wasn’t happening, perhaps because they were so similar in that way. Although Sawyer was more laidback compared to Jackie’s cool and firm nature, both were inclined to tough things out. The key difference was that Jackie often succeeded in getting Sawyer to confess when she was feeling ill, which meant she could step in to help.

Sawyer wasn’t so sure she could do the same for her girlfriend, but she could try.

“You should’ve said something sooner,” Sawyer said gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from Jackie’s face.

Because Jackie seldom got sick, Sawyer was pretty inexperienced with this kind of situation, even after two years as a couple. She figured she’d imitate Jackie and pressed her hand to Jackie’s forehead, where she was able to distinguish unusual warmth. “You’re burning up, babe. I think you’ve got a fever.”

Jackie sighed, her fingers pressing into her aching belly as it let out a low, unsettled gurgle. She blushed deeply. “Yeah… I kinda figured.” Her voice was laced with discomfort. “Look, I’ll be fine. I just need to lie down for a bit.”

But Sawyer wasn’t having it. “Sorry, babe, not gonna happen.” A shrug. “I’m taking care of you.”

Jackie managed a weak smile at that, feeling both embarrassed and touched. Sawyer was sweet, but she wasn’t exactly a caretaker by nature. Still, the determination in her eyes was enough to make Jackie’s heart swell.

“Sully, I’m fine, really. It’s just a stomachache. I don’t need—”

“Let me fuss,” Sawyer interrupted, inching closer. “Please?” She licked her lips. “I’ll feel so much better if I can take care of you.”

Jackie blinked at her, a bit taken aback by the sincerity in Sawyer’s voice. She wasn’t used to Sawyer being this earnest about anything. Normally, Sawyer was the loud, carefree type. She brushed off classes and didn’t sweat her performance on the field because she was confident in her skills to tackle girls just as tall. As for her relationships, she wasn’t entirely indifferent — she frequently leaned on Jackie. She was the one clinging, the one letting Jackie clean up the messes.

This was different.

And definitely endearing.

“Okay,” Jackie relented, a smile tugging at her lips. “You can fuss.”

Sawyer’s face brightened instantly, and she wasted no time in jumping into action. Now — what was it Jackie did when Sawyer got sick? Her eyes fell on the couch, coffee table, rug… blanket. She grabbed a blanket from the armchair and draped it over Jackie, tucking it in around her gently. “There. Gotta keep you warm,” she said, clearly pleased with herself.

Jackie scoffed, grimacing as her stomach cramped again. “Thanks, Sully.”

But Sawyer wasn’t done. She thought hard about what Jackie did when she was sick, then decided to go into the kitchen and fetch her girlfriend water and a bottle of ginger ale. She set them down on the coffee table within Jackie’s reach. “Here. You should, uh, drink something. Maybe the ginger ale will help your belly.”

Jackie’s heart filled with affection at the gesture, though she found herself blushing at the way Sawyer casually said “belly.”

Anyway, her efforts were sweet, even if not entirely necessary. “Good job,” Jackie approved, her voice warm despite the pain.

Sawyer beamed at the praise.

Then her hand came to rest on Jackie’s stomach.

Though it was intended as a comforting gesture, the moment Sawyer’s hand brushed against Jackie’s belly, Jackie flushed bright red, convinced she’d just given herself away. She wanted to pull away, but that would raise eyebrows. It wasn’t that she minded Sawyer’s touch; it was just that she felt embarrassed acknowledging her stomach.

“Sounds awful,” Sawyer murmured, her brow furrowing in concern. “Like, seriously. It’s all messed up in there.”

Jackie shifted. “It feels pretty bad, too.”

Sawyer bit her lip, clearly unsure of what to do next. “It sounds all… I dunno, sloshy.” The issue with Sawyer was her tendency to be extremely vocal about how her stomach felt, which made her just as unreserved when it came to discussing Jackie’s gut.

“Are you sure you’re not gonna throw up?” Sawyer asked.

Jackie shook her head, though she didn’t feel entirely confident about that. She just wanted Sawyer to stop fussing over her stomach. “I don’t think so,” she said, trying to ease Sawyer’s worry. “I just need to rest. Promise.”

Sawyer wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t push the issue. Instead, she gently massaged Jackie’s stomach, her hand moving in slow, soothing circles. “I wish I could do more,” she murmured. “I hate seeing you like this.”

For all her abashment, Jackie’s heart melted at the tenderness in Sawyer’s voice. She reached out, lacing her fingers with Sawyer’s. “You’re doing enough,” she assured her, partly because it was true, partly because she wanted Sawyer to just stop touching her already.

Sawyer looked down at their intertwined hands. “I just don’t want you to feel bad,” she said quietly.

Until this, Jackie had no idea she was involved with such a sap. “I know. You’re so sweet.”

For a while, they sat in silence. Eventually, Sawyer withdrew her hand and wrapped her arms around Jackie, drawing her in tighter. Jackie's stomach roiled, the junk food she’d consumed waging war inside her. She could feel a gurgle building, and she silently prayed that Sawyer wouldn’t notice

After a few minutes, Sawyer spoke up again. “You’re gonna be okay, right? Like, it’s not something serious?”

Jackie scoffed and squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I’ll be fine, Sully. Just need to take it easy for a bit. You know I’ll be back to normal soon.”

Sawyer nodded, though the worry didn’t completely leave her face. “Okay. But I’m not going anywhere,” she said firmly. “I’m staying right here.”

Jackie felt a wave of affection wash over her. She buried her head in the crook of Sawyer’s neck, breathing in the scent of her girlfriend’s cologne. “I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.”

[trainflyhigh]

recently finished aa5 this woman has taken over my mind