#like a failure every day

[governmentcheeseboy]

True freedom will not be a possibility until everyone understands that all oppression is interconnected, and none of us can be free until we are all free.

[all-pacas]

camchase as a hilson parallel except it’s chase who is 100% wilson and cameron who is 160% house

[shadyhouse]

hey 👉👈 if anyones able to throw a few bucks at me so i can get lunch at work the next few days itd be very much appreciated, I typically spend around $6-$10 a day thanks to my employee discount but im broker than broke rn and just embarrassed myself with a declined card 🙃 literally anything helps i just wanna be able to eat

vnm: tobias_leviathan

pp: paypal.me/bewearrr

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 10: Aftermath of failure

Continuation to day 4! (...finally. This is so late)

Soooo this was actually originally split into two days, and it kinda shows. But I didn’t want to have to keep stretching this out, and decided putting them together was okay, even if they don’t fit together perfectly.

Enjoy your extra angst hehe—

Day 4

Read on ao3

Warnings: blood, mentions of injuries, a panic attack, and brief mention of vomit.

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Legend was asleep.

Warriors repeated it to himself like a mantra, watching as Hyrule crouched over the veteran and finished bandaging his middle. He knew Legend was asleep because Hyrule wasn’t acting panicked at all, and he could see his chest going up and down even from here.

He was breathing. He was asleep.

Something buzzed in his ear, same as it had on and off for a while now, but Warriors couldn’t make it out. He was pretty sure it was Sky trying to talk to him, the same as he’d been for a while, but he couldn’t focus on what he was saying, couldn’t take his eyes off of where Legend was laying in the grass.

His chest was still going up and down. He was asleep, unconscious maybe, due to shock. But he was breathing, eyes closed, face twisted slightly in pain with his bangs falling over his face. Hyrule was still bandaging his middle, and he’d pulled his bloodstained tunic out of the—

Warriors’ breath stuttered, and his gaze flicked to the blood coating his hands.

Legend’s blood.

Legend’s blood that he’d spilled.

Legend’s blood that his sword had ripped out of him after he’d plunged it into his chest, all because he wasn’t strong enough to resist whatever magic had attacked him, and made him think Legend had betrayed them all.

“Please, I’m not your enemy!”

Warriors felt his breath catch again, swallowing thickly. The memories were still blurry of what exactly he’d done, but he remembered in stark detail Legend’s chest under his foot, his eyes blown wide with an unusual fear as he’d practically begged him to wake up, his scream when he’d stabbed—

“Link, hey.”

Hands clutched at his wrists, trying to get a reaction out of him, the skin cold against his own. Warriors stared at them blankly, palms streaked with faint burns and cuts, and watched as some of Legend’s blood dripped off his fingers and onto his tunic, joining the crimson that was already coated all over his front.

He lurched over and retched.

The hands let go of his wrists, and gently grabbed his shoulder instead, waiting until he was finished. An overwhelming swell of horror and regret swamped over him as he stopped, and Warriors could barely breath, his scarf feeling like it was constricting him.

He’d almost killed Legend. He’d almost killed a fellow hero, a brother, all because of a spell he was too weak to resist.

“Captain, take a deep breath, please.”

Warriors tried, managing a shaking gasp, and what he finally recognized as Sky’s voice tried to get him to take in another. A sting of embarrassment leaked through the horror as Sky gently spoke, and Warriors felt his fingernails bite into his palm as he clenched his fist.

He needed to calm down. He was better than this, he knew how to be calm in situations like this, he’d been trained how to calm down, he needed to remember his training—

Your training that nearly killed Legend.

Warriors heaved in another breath, frantically trying to get himself to calm down. He couldn’t think about it. He just needed to focus on something else.

The hand was still on his shoulder, and Warriors focused only on that, on the small circles it was rubbing, the gentle motions of the fingers going back and forth. He kept his mind firmly from anything else that had or was happening, and eventually managed to pull his breathing under control, taking slower breaths as he calmed his heart.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at Sky’s face.

The other knight’s face was pale, making the usual eye bags he had stick out even more sharply under his eyes. A bit of blood was drying in his hair, and his lip was split, blood trickling down his chin, but more obvious than any injury was the haunted look in his eyes.

But somehow he still managed to dredge up a smile to send at Warriors.

“Hey Captain,” he said in a soft voice, and Warriors stared at him blankly. “You back with me?”

Warriors’ breath hitched again.

“I almost killed him,” he rasped, the horror starting to trickle back through the temporary wall he’d put up.

Sky’s smile faded, and Warriors swallowed, his throat stinging with bile. He hadn’t meant to say that.

Sky hesitated, and looked like he was trying to think of something to say, and Warriors felt another overwhelming swell of panic and horror overwhelm him, crashing over him like a tsunami.

“Gods Sky,” he choked out, his breath catching in his lungs, “I nearly killed him, I stabbed Legend Sky, he’s only a kid I—”

Sky clutched at his hands again, and Warriors looked at Legend’s blood still drying on his palms.

“You— we, weren’t ourselves,” Sky said in a voice only slightly more steady than Warriors’, sounding like he was forcing his voice not to break. “It was the wizzrobe. We can’t... we can’t take the blame here Wars, it’ll... it’ll tear us apart.”

Warriors let out a truly bitter laugh, and didn’t reply. It already is.

“Link,” Sky continued, his voice agonized. “Don’t—”

“I thought he was one of them Sky,” Warriors interrupted, voice shaking. “A traitor. Someone who’d gone against everything I stand for, kidnapped Zelda or— or something, I can’t even remember, but I thought he was one of them Sky, I—”

His voice cracked, and he closed his eyes, shaking his head.

I’m the traitor.

The irony wasn’t lost on him.

Sky stayed silent, and Warriors felt bile rise in his throat again as his eyes flicked to the bloodstained grass Legend was lying in, but he swallowed it back, staring down at his hands. Sky’s own were still clasped at his wrists, and Warriors realized his were the ones with the burns and cuts on them, red and painful looking.

“You’re hurt,” he said numbly, and Sky shrugged a little, turning his hands so the burns were harder to see.

“Not too badly. Fi was only helping, and Wind’s a better brawler than I am.” He rubbed his jaw, a softer expression crossing his face. “He can sure hit hard for having such small fists.”

Warriors felt a flicker of pride towards Wind, but the warmth from the emotion didn’t last long. The others really had fought their hardest to keep them all away from Legend.

Look how that turned out.

He breathed out heavily, feeling less panicked and more wrung out all of a sudden, and Warriors raised his head and looked around at their group.

Wind was sitting next to Four and helping him wrap a bandage around his side, the smithy’s tunic bloody and torn. Wind himself had a black eye, and a small cut on his cheek, with half-dried blood staining his chin as well. He was holding a bottle and trying to get Four to take it, but the smithy kept shaking his head and pushing it back towards him.

Hyrule had finished with Legend, and was talking to Time, though Hyrule was pointedly positioned between the downed veteran and the older hero. Both of them were sporting multiple injuries, but before Warriors could study them further, a choked noise made him startle.

He and Sky both turned to look, and saw Wild curled in on himself at the base of a nearby tree, his head in his hands and his forearm bleeding. Twilight was kneeled next to him, talking in quiet tones, and Wild muffled a keening noise in his hands, curling up tighter.

Warriors looked away from Wild, but found himself scanning all of Twilight’s injuries, remembering in an almost detached way that he’d been the one to inflict most of them.

“Keep them away from Legend!”

His gaze went back to the veteran against his will, and he stared in silence at his chest, bandages going steadily up and down, the same as earlier. His face was pale, but Hyrule must have cleaned the blood from it as it was clean, and Legend’s expression had eased a little further.

Warriors swallowed, watching him. Legend looked so small from over here, pale and bloodstained. He may have claimed the title of veteran, but he truly was still a kid, younger then when Warriors had joined the army.

How old was he when he had started saving people?

Warriors jumped at a sudden hand in his face, and he almost fell backwards before he realized it was Sky, holding a cloth in his hand.

“You’re still bleeding,” he apologized quietly, and Warriors hesitated, then nodded, closing his eyes as Sky began to clean the blood off his forehead and cheek. He normally disliked anyone touching his face, but Sky was gentle, and Warriors stayed still as he worked, blinking his eyes against the sudden sting in them.

“Wars wake up! You’d never hurt any of us!”

“It wasn’t you, Captain. It wasn’t your fault,” Sky whispered as he continued, and Warriors couldn’t look him in the eye.

Maybe he was right. Maybe not.

But either way, Legend’s screams wouldn’t be fading from his mind anytime soon.

And he would never forgive himself for hurting him that way.

Warriors looked down at his hands one more time, the smell of blood still sharp in his nose, and Sky continued to clean off his face, hand faintly trembling.

If blood didn’t end up being the only liquid that was wiped from his cheek, then Sky didn’t comment on it.

(...)

It was dark when Legend finally woke up.

He blinked his eyes open, lids feeling unusually heavy as he stared up at the night sky, but he found himself having trouble remembering what had happened before he fell asleep. He felt tired, and heavy, and for some reason there was a heavy feeling of wrongness settled around him. But...

Legend frowned, and turned his head to look around camp.

It was mostly dark and quiet, a campfire providing a bit of warmth and light. Legend blinked his eyes open a little further, and looked around at the others, the sense of wrongness only growing stronger.

Hyrule was tucked beside him, dead asleep with his arm resting on top of Legend’s. He looked exhausted, and his face held a deep frown, his other hand held near his sword. Wind was next to him, and Four stretched out nearby, the smithy sporting several bandages at his side.

On the opposite side of the clearing, Wild was curled into a tight ball under his blanket, barely visible, and Sky was next to him, his face tightly pinched in his sleep. Wolfie sat close by, but was surprisingly far away from Wild, and seemed rather on edge.

Time sat closest to the fire, and Legend couldn’t help but stare at how the older hero was holding Warriors’ shoulders, their foreheads nearly touching as he talked to him in a low voice.

He couldn’t make out the words, but they sounded urgent.

Legend blinked, feeling dizzy and a bit cold, and he tried to sit up, gasping in surprise as the pain he hadn’t even noticed in his middle spiked. Memories came flooding back as he looked down at his bandaged chest, and his breath hitched as Warriors and Time both turned and looked at him, their eyes shining in the firelight.

For a moment, all he could see was armor glinting in the sun, blank eyes focused on him in a glare, a sword raised to stab him through—

You killed the wizzrobe, he reminded himself as his breath caught, they’re not your enemies, they won’t turn on you, they won’t...

Twilight seemed to notice his distress, and he quickly hopped up and padded to his side, using his big head to gently push him back to lying down.

“I’m fine you big lug,” Legend said in a voice that ended up more shaky then he would have preferred, but Twilight ignored him, twitching his tail once, then settled himself on the opposite side of him from where Hyrule was.

Legend exhaled, and ran a hand through the wolf’s thick fur, unable to stop himself from still watching Time and Warriors. Looking at them without their armor on made it easier to separate them from the memories he had of them from earlier, but...

“Traitor to the crown!”

Not entirely.

Time noticed him staring, and met his eyes, looking at him with something that Legend wasn’t sure how to decipher. The older hero turned and said something to Warriors, but the captain looked away, and Time slowly got to his feet, approaching Legend.

He felt himself tense as Time drew near, but Twilight stayed firmly by his side, and the presence of the large wolf helped greatly with keeping him steady. Twilight won’t let him attack.

...not that he will, because the spell is broken, remember?

“How are you doing, Veteran?” Time asked softly as he reached him, sitting far enough away to not make Legend too uncomfortable.

“Fine.”

Time raised an eyebrow at the response, but didn’t push, offering him a water skin. Legend realized then he was rather parched, and slowly sat up again, reaching out to take it. He winced as a flicker of pain struck through his middle, but at Time’s worried look, firmly took the water skin as if daring him to argue.

“I’m alright,” Legend repeated, and took a long draught of water. It was cold as it went down his throat, but the relief was worth it. “How’s everyone else?”

Time sighed, heavy and tired. “About as well as you’d expect. Four was the worst off besides yourself, and Warriors and Twilight were both hurt more then they realized. But nobody’s in danger.”

Legend swallowed. Are they though?

It was silent between them for a minute while Legend finished drinking, shivering slightly as he finished. He could tell he had lost a lot of blood. That was something even Hyrule couldn’t fix, and he would have to just rest and regain it naturally.

Pretty annoying though, he grumbled, tugging his blanket tighter around his shoulders. He hated how cold he always felt after losing a bunch of blood.

The memory of being stabbed flickered in his memory, and his eyes slid over to Warriors, the captain staring blankly at the fire. He wondered how much he remembered of what had happened. The captain had seemed dazed after... everything, and while he’d obviously realized what he’d done, that didn’t really mean he truly remembered.

I hope he doesn’t remember a thing.

“Legend... do you know what that wizzrobe did?” Time asked quietly, and Legend felt a chill go up his spine. “Hyrule mentioned you freezing up, has this... spell, happened before?”

Do we need to be prepared for it to happen again? was the unspoken question.

Legend bit his lip. Hyrule knew why he had frozen up— he’d told him one time after finding a wanted sign with Legend’s face on it— but he’d obviously not elaborated on why to the others.

“I think... it reactivated an old spell through me somehow,” Legend murmured, drawing his blanket closer. “On... on my first quest, there was a sorcerer, a servant of Ganon, who took over the castle. He brainwashed all the soldiers and knights, and they thought I was the enemy for a long time.”

He swallowed.

“But I... I guess the wizzrobe hit me first, and it affected you all, because... you’re knights.”

Understanding dawned on Time’s face, and he leaned back, putting a hand on his chin. “My knighthood is only a title, I haven’t done much to deserve it,” he murmured, brows lowered. “But the spell didn’t differentiate regardless...”

He met Legend’s gaze again, and the veteran startled at the remorse all over his face.

“I’m so sorry Veteran.”

Legend shook his head, and looked down at the bandages covering most of his chest.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he whispered. “The wizzrobe did it. It was infected... that must have granted it extra magic ability.”

Twilight shifted a little closer to him, and Legend ran his hand through his fur again, calming himself down with the motions. Time was silent for a while, watching his hand card along, then sighed, and got to his feet.

Legend flinched in spite of himself.

“I think the captain needs to hear that,” Time finally replied, his voice quiet. “Is it okay if he comes over here?”

No, no it’s not, his mind immediately screamed, glaring eyes and cold words flashing through his mind, a blade stabbing deep through his chest as he choked on his own blood and Warriors’ horrified gaze as he stared at his hands—

“Yeah,” he said in a voice that was much too casual.

Time and Twilight both gave him a look, but didn’t do anything further then that, and Time nodded and moved away.

Legend didn’t watch him reach Warriors, or talk to try and convince him to come over to where Legend was sitting, keeping his eyes firmly on his lap, or Wolfie’s soft fur. Not until a set of footsteps approached again did Legend flick his eyes up, and he felt his heart freeze as Warriors looked down at him.

Suddenly it was earlier again, and Warriors’ face had become a smooth glare, his sword plunging downwards into his chest, and Legend couldn’t breathe through the blood, his vision going dark—

“This— this was a bad idea,” Warriors said, stumbling over his words as Legend tried to get ahold of himself. “I don’t—”

“Stay,” Legend finally managed to get out, determined to beat this. And despite his instincts begging him to just leave, to run, to get away, he looked up and met Warriors’ eyes. “Please.”

Warriors swallowed, and Time’s hand landed on his shoulder, nearly pushing the captain down to sit next to Legend. He was a bit closer than Legend would have preferred, but he swallowed back the fear and distrust that were still trying to choke him, and stayed where he was.

Time looked between them, then left, far away enough to give them privacy, but close enough to help if there was a problem.

Which Warriors was obviously afraid there would be.

Twilight stayed where he was, silent and still, and Legend kept running his hand through his fur, wondering a bit at the fact that he was letting him pet him so much. But mostly he was just glad for the grounding feel of the fur between his fingers.

The silence between him and Warriors stretched on, and Legend avoided looking at him, still staring at his lap. He was afraid he would see those same blank eyes again if he looked up, and he didn’t move, didn’t say anything.

“Legend, I...” Warriors finally began, but his voice cracked, and he shook his head, staring at the ground.

The silence came back with a vengeance, and Legend hesitated, his stomach hurting with more than just his injury. He firmly gathered his courage, and finally looked over at Warriors, and was shocked to see a tear slip down his cheek.

Twilight quietly whined, and Warriors let out a laugh that was really more of a sob.

“I betrayed you, Legend,” he managed to continue, voice more broken then Legend had ever heard it. “I shouldn’t even be over here in case— in case it happens again. I can’t be trusted, I... I nearly killed you, and there aren’t enough words in the world to convey how sorry—”

Legend swallowed, and before he could scare himself out of doing it, leaned forward and pressed his head against Warriors’ chest.

The captain made a choked noise, and Legend squeezed his eyes shut.

“It wasn’t you,” he said, not bothering to hide the tremble in his voice. “It was the wizzrobe Captain, it was a spell, an infected one, I know— I know you would never hurt any of us.”

Horribly enough, Legend felt his eyes begin to sting, but he forced the tears back, and stayed with his head pressed to Warriors’ chest, listening to him try not to cry either.

“Nobody could have resisted that,” Legend choked out, firmly blaming the sudden crash of emotions on his exhausted physical state. “Nobody. So don’t— don't. Don’t blame y-yourself.”

Something shakily rested on his back after a minute, and Legend realized it was Warriors’ arm, eventually joined by the other. Part of him wanted to break away from the contact, his mind screaming that he couldn’t trust the arms encircling him. But the part that was fighting so hard to pound it into Warriors’ head that it wasn’t his fault hung on, and enjoyed the contact, as awkward and messy as it was.

He knew it was just as hard for Warriors to be this close to him as it was for Legend to be near him, and he firmly ignored every memory of blood and swords and screaming, and focused on breathing, his brother’s arms around him.

Not threatening. Not wielding a sword.

Safe.

Twilight moved himself a little closer to the both of them, so that his fur wasn’t just pressed to Legend’s side, and Warriors let out another unsteady breath, trembling slightly.

It would take more time then this to patch back what had fractured, for all of them, but this...

Legend fought back a sob, and felt Warriors’ grip hesitate, then tighten.

This was a good start.

[chirpsythismorning]

March 22nd lands on a Friday this year...

[dushpshpsh]

the dodder

[heyitsmemel]

Rambles in tags subject at own risk it’s witching hour for me

[pinkcreamypeach]

I wanna make a whole short story about younger Mario meeting a younger peach.

So I did 🥰

A quite young meeting

Here's the story

It was 7:30 PM, and a teenage boy was sitting by the concrete curb, leaning back slightly as he took heavy breaths. Blood trickled from his nose, and he looked battered with bruises and a black eye. His knuckles were raw and bruised, his clothes ragged and covered in dust. His Converse sneakers bore the marks of a recent confrontation. He had just been in an unfair fight against three older teens who had been harassing him and his brother, Luigi. Although he didn't exactly win, he fought long and hard, refusing to back down.

Mario was short and a bit chubby, and despite recently taking boxing lessons at the gym, it didn't seem to make much of a difference. His mother's constant feeding made it hard for the twins to say no to her home-cooked meals. Luigi had the blessing of a fast metabolism, but Mario wasn't as fortunate; losing weight was a challenge, no matter how hard he tried. Adding to his struggles were acne and the onset of puberty, which brought unwelcome facial hair. Mario hated everything about his 17 years of life—his body, his school, and the relentless challenges he faced.

Mario carefully wiped the blood from his nose, feeling the tears welling up and threatening to spill down his face. He quickly brushed them away and sniffled, but a few droplets of blood still landed on his shirt, leaving noticeable stains. Clenching his bruised knuckle tightly, he winced from the sharp pain it caused.

“CAZZO!!” He screamed out

Overwhelmed with frustration and resentment from constantly being picked on and bullied, Mario couldn't help but feel a deep sense of anger. A voice yelled from the nearby window, "People are trying to sleep here!" The shout served as a harsh reminder that he was just one person in a vast city, a vast world, and that his struggles weren't unique.

"Sorry!" Mario apologized through gritted teeth, his voice strained and sore. He could feel the damaged braces in his mouth and knew he'd need replacements. His father was going to be furious. Mario could try to explain what happened, but his mind circled back to the real question: why was he out here alone at night in Brooklyn? It wasn't the safest place after dark, like any other densely populated city. The myriad of smells, both pleasant and unpleasant, assaulted his senses.

He surveyed the bustling scene: cars, taxis, and even public buses still operating. Some vehicles sat parked, reserved spots to avoid being taken, while the relentless traffic made driving a nightmare. Walking seemed easier but came with its own set of challenges. His thoughts wandered, realizing he had to come up with yet another excuse. Despite the chaos, his phone, with its cracked screen, rang in his pocket, a small relief amidst the turmoil.

Mario took out his phone and noticed a missed call from "Weegee." Although he felt the urge to answer it, he decided against it and let it go to voicemail. He felt an overwhelming desire to throw his phone across the street but restrained himself, instead gripping it tightly as he scanned the empty sidewalk. His working eye was half-lidded, reflecting his tired expression. The absence of people on the sidewalk was peculiar but welcome, sparing him from any rude encounters or judgmental glares for not fitting the image of a super hot model from a Korean drama.

Mario sat there for a few minutes, dreading the inevitable return to his family's apartment where he would face a disappointed and angry father, a saddened mother, and a terrified, worried twin brother. He lingered, taking his time until something unexpected caught his eye.

Turning to his right, Mario found himself face-to-face with a young girl who had strikingly bright blue eyes. She was nearly at eye level with him and held a handkerchief adorned with peach patterns. She looked as though she had stepped out of a fairytale—her round, pointy ears, royal fancy dress, and big doe-like eyes were nothing short of enchanting.

“..You don't seem okay..I-i mean you look hurt…Wait let me..” she said nervously

As she reached out with the handkerchief to wipe Mario's nose, he was paralyzed with shock and surprise. His face turned bright red as she brought her hand closer to his bloody nose, and in his bewilderment, he stumbled and fell back onto the sidewalk. His eyes widened in shock, and he let out a groan from the impact.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! That was too forward ... Oh mushrooms," she exclaimed, clearly embarrassed, her ears drooping downwards.

"Are you ... a weeb? I mean, my brother is a weeb too, so no hate, but ..." Mario stammered, looking at her while struggling to straighten up. As the initial pain subsided, and the heat in his face began to cool down, he felt a bit more composed.

“What’s a weeb?” She tilts her head confused

“You don't know what a weeb is? I mean..eh..how old are you exactly?”

“Am sixteenth.”

"You don't know what a weeb is?" Mario asked, perplexed. He had always thought that girls his age liked anime because of the boys in them. But here was this random pretty girl, looking like she stepped out of a fantasy world, and she didn't know the word! This must be a dream, or maybe he got hit so hard he's in a coma... If it's a dream, he didn't want to wake up anytime soon.

Mario began explaining weeb culture and anime to her. As he talked, he felt himself relaxing, and he adjusted his posture to sit more upright. The pretty girl listened intently, her ears twitching with interest, and she smiled more and more as he spoke. When he finally finished, there was just one question left on his mind.

"So, pretty girl... I mean, you have a name, right?" he asked with a slight grin.

The girl paused as she got up, dusting her dress off “Oh where are my manners. Am princess peach, princess of the mushroom kingdom. Nice to meet you gentlemen.” bowed down as she held the ends of her dress as she bowed down.

“..eh.. nice to meet you principessa.. Actually. Yea heh.. that makes sense.” He chuckles to himself, getting up himself to bow down to the princess

“You can just call me Mario, La mia principessa.” It nearly fell forwards but kept his balance chuckling awkwardly to himself as Peach did the same. The two stood up straight at the same time, nearly bumping each other's foreheads. Getting even more nervous chuckles out of the young teens.

This was the first time a pretty girl actually gave him attention. I mean, he was considered a loser with issues with trying to be the bigger guy. Trying to be tough and not be a coward, the girls who would talk to him. Would use him and humiliate him.. But this girl. Well princess was different of course she was. Her appearance and attitude towards him showed she was actually talking to him out of free will. Made him blush and start to sweat, which isn't a good thing. He's been growing facial hair after all, and didn't wanna smell like trash. In Front of the only girl who enjoys talking to him.

“..Well it was nice talking to you Mario hehe. You made my day better..But I have to go”

She frowned a bit before going to walk away, he ran over and took her arm. Which got her attention, her turning back and him immediately letting go. Feeling like a weirdo..

"If you have to go... then can I see you every day?" Mario's voice quivered with desperation as he spoke.

The princess looked at him with sad eyes but managed a slow, comforting smile. She took his hand and gently placed her soft, baby pink handkerchief that smelled of vanilla and peaches.

"Unfortunately, no," she said sadly. "But I promise, someday we will meet again. Thank you for this amazing moment, Mario."

Peach let go of Mario's hand, and he stared at the cloth she had given him. When he looked up to say something, she was nowhere to be seen. He scanned the alleyways for a glimpse of her blondish-white hair, but to his disappointment, she had vanished. He would have called out her name, but it was too late. He might have thought he was hallucinating if not for the tangible proof in his palm—the princess's handkerchief, which he held close to his chest, cherishing it and protecting it from getting dirty.

Gazing up at the moon, he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool night air before slowly exhaling. The moonlight cast a silvery glow on his face, highlighting the surprise in his widening eyes as his cheeks flushed a vibrant red.

"Santo cielo... I have a crush..." He whispered, the realization hitting him like a tidal wave, washing over him with a mix of wonder and disbelief.

He couldn't believe he was crushing on a girl he might never see again. It felt ludicrous and yet, his heart pounded so intensely that the pain from his bruises seemed to vanish. A smile spread across his face as her image dominated his thoughts. As he walked home, he knew that he had to keep her precious gift safe, holding onto the hope that their paths would cross again someday in the future.

//Here's some extra pictures of the two separately//

Mareach teenagers ♥️ 🩷

@bberetd @maceincognito @house-of-xiii @magnas27 @peaches2217

[lenievi]

the funniest thing about bbc!Javert is that he recognizes Valjean as Madeleine with one glance, no doubt in his mind, but then when he commissions a wanted portrait, the drawing looks NOTHING like Valjean

[skitskatdacat63]

Hey, do you remember that really homoerotic scene from Skyfall? No? That's okay, here's a Vettonso version of it :)

- explanation & w/o text:

Hi hello, finally my weird psychosexual relationship with Casino Royale has come to fruition. Yeah this is directly based off a scene from Skyfall, but I def envision the vibe as being more like Casino Royale hehe. I can't believe I made that inspo board for this AU almost 4 weeks ago, and then ended up drawing a four panel "comic" about it. Ahhhh proud of myself, a bit, a tad. I think this took 20+ hours across the span of a week? God. Anyways I digress! The AU!!

First of all, their Bond song would be "My Way of Life" by Frank Sinatra. It's so toxic, codependent and obsessive, I'm in love with it. And it really suits Fernando and his motivations and outlook in this AU. Basically, MI6(in the context of James Bond) in this AU is an analog for Ferrari. It picks theses guys up, tells them that they're Ferrari MI6's most special boy, chews them up, and then spits them out when they're finished extracting all their talent and skill and life force.

Much like with Ferrari, Seb in this AU replaces Fernando after Fernando loses favor and becomes undesirable. Now Seb is the new golden boy, and Fernando has turned to a life of crime! Fernando resents Seb for this of course, but also becomes obsessed with him and the idea of him , and how they are connected. It's weird to watch someone else basically go down your exact same path and unknowingly make all the same mistakes(buying into the mysticism of it all too much, being overly cocky, having naive beliefs and goals, etc.) He is caught between wanting to doom Seb even more but also wanting to "save" him, by corrupting him and convincing him to work together.

Basically: He's both a Bond girl and Bond villain.

Fernando is in such a weird place in this AU. I think he's just very dramatic. Seb is just casually living his best 007(005?) life, and Nando is watching him with binoculars, whispering to himself: "DOESN'T HE UNDERSTAND THAT WE ARE NARRATIVE FOILS!?" Yeah he hates Seb, but like the song lyrics say, their lives and dreams are inherently tied up together. He would feel lost without Seb, because Seb basically, unknowingly, destroyed and then took over his life. Maybe he'll feel satisifed if he manipulates Seb into going down the exact same path a bit better.

About the drawings themselves. Still can't believe this scene is a real thing that actually happened, insane to me. But in this AU, after the events of these drawings, Fernando definitely kicked all his henchman out of the room, and fucked Seb in the chair. And then against the wall. And then on the floor. Hey man, Seb is already looking mighty delicious with his unbuttoned attire and being tied up.

I think the general plot would be that Fernando keeps trying to seduce him to the dark side, and Seb keeps making him think it worked, only to escape at the end of the encounter. Leading Fernando to just come up with increasingly more violent and kinky traps. Seb goes along with it(read: enjoys it), leaving Fernando satisifed, only to somehow escape and wink and make kissy faces at Fernando in the process. (Fernando smoking cigarette in bed: "How do I make him stay. Sigh.")

I like to think though that Fernando does win in the end, by realizing, ah wait shit I do need to actually explain my motivations to Seb. And Seb is so worn down by his job, not Fernando, and how he's being treated, that he listens, really actually listens, and realizes Fernando does really have valid reasons. And then they become evil crime husbands yayyyy. Wow you thought this was a espionage AU? Well it is, but just not the outcome you'd expect.

[skunkes]

is anybody sooo stressed out

[moltengoldveins]

sometimes the fact that I’m out as ace to most of my conservative Christian friends feels so much worse than if I were just in the closet. It makes me feel a bit like the man standing in corner of party meme, because the vast majority of my friends Do Not Know what ace means, and think it means ‘Molten doesn’t like romance or sex at all, and doesn’t think about it unless prompted. She dislikes shipping, considering how often she talks about disliking ships in media, and she doesn’t like people blatantly doing PDA around her either. Clearly, she has no interest in sex or romance whatsoever and they are as foreign to her as the depths of space or the lost mysteries of ancient history~”

and then I’m over there in the corner like “I objectively think the narrative of most Batman franchises becomes infinitely more compelling and complex if Martha Wayne, Thomas Wayne, and Alfred Pennyworth were fucking. I genuinely think that’s a fascinating ship that should be more popular. I know more about the mechanics of bdsm than anyone here knows about any other topic except Dr. [Professor] because he has a doctorate and I do not. I could probably get one, though, if such a thing existed. I have made out with someone of the same gender - and I did it platonically. Josh over there can’t even bring himself to compliment his friend’s tie, and I’ve given someone hickeys because I was curious how much force it took, while actively discussing face blindness and tone deafness and how they affect self-identity with said person. None of you are capable of comprehending the manner in which I exist, it would kill you to try.”

[thesaintraphael]

I know deep in my heart Kakashi was perpetually high when he was training team seven. Wake and bake, get to training an hour late, then run them through a modified ANBU training or half remembered exercises that Minato put together because that's all he knew at that point. No one ever taught him how to properly deal with genin, and he's a genius, so trying to figure out how three average shinobi are supposed to be taught was probably a nightmare for him considering he was a full fledged jonin at their age. Stare at his dead sensei’s son while trying not to cry, watch a mini version of himself duke it out with his emotions and lose, just like he did before all of his team was picked off one by one, ect. And Sakura, who is his daughter (spiritually), despite how nauseating her crush on Sasuke is, quickly blowing past the other two to secure her spot as his favorite. Fuck with them for a few hours, go home, take a massive rip from his bong, and spend the next few hours asking god what he did to deserve this life. Maybe take his ninken for a walk or pester on-duty jonin and ANBU. Rinse and repeat every single day.

[guinevereslancelot]

being the youngest person at work is being the honorary IT specialist despite knowing basically nothing abt technology except how to use google

[boccher]

i want to live so bad but i dont know how to start living

[hythlodaes]

ha ha ha what if i quit my job....