#there is a brighter tomorrow

[foldingfittedsheets]

Today has been a goddamn shit show and the only good thing I can say about it is that it’s almost over.

[vhsghostricks]

Hi I'm gonna start throwing my ocs art the wall because i love them sooooo fucking much and theyre the only things ive consistently drawn all year. This is Juniper, Arva, and Comet the Golden Hedgehog!!

They're all major characters in a silly little story for them i call Brighter Tomorrow!!!!! Hope y'all like em lol

[veveisveryuncool]

i took this in the most literal sense ever but. kirby with glitter. imagine the possibilities.

kirbytober day 23: glitter/copy ability

[adrift-in-thyme]

@telemna-hyelle it took more than an hour (sorry about that) but here it is! The Four/Dot fluff I promised!

I hope it helps you end your day on a good note <33

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He isn’t ready for this.

Four moves along the wooded path as if in a trance. He knows every step of this place like the back of his hand. But usually, he is much more attentive than this. Usually, he keeps a watchful eye on the surrounding area, scouting for the stray chu or keese. 

Today, however, he cannot seem to keep his mind on such things. The sunlight dappled earth beneath his feet, the scent of leaves and bark baked in the afternoon warmth, the breeze that caresses his cheeks, and the chittering of the many critters that scamper about within the foliage – they are all lost on him.

He feels Dot’s hand in his, her palm smooth and warm. He smells her perfume – light and sweet like the cotton candy they spin at the yearly festivals. He hears her laughter, bright and unrestrained and free as she tells a tale from her day. He sees her, radiant, hair like strands of gold and eyes the color of the joyful sky.

She looks at him, says something he can’t comprehend. He nods, conjures up a smile. With luck, it won’t be as strained as he feels that it is.

He has faced beasts one hundred times his size, navigated the pain and confusion of being split into four, saved the world twice. But by the golden three, he is not ready for this.

And yet, he is going through with it anyway. He can’t back down now. Not when his best friend is right here beside him, every moment of basking in her presence strengthening the love he feels for her. 

Four squares his shoulders. Yes, this is the right thing to do. The hardest things often are. 

The Minish have done a spectacular job preparing the clearing. That much is evident as soon as it comes into view. Everything is as they had planned. Every detail has been attended to with immaculate care.

Vines drape over tree limbs, their slim strands heavy with layered blossoms. Flower petals drift down in lazy pirouettes to join the coat of vibrant pink already lying on the forest floor. The sun glimmers through slightly parted branches. Not far off a fairy fountain casts its soothing glow. Soft notes of magic drift to Four’s ears as he leads Dot forward.

“Link,” she breathes, gazing upward and all around, eyes wide with adoration, “this is beautiful.”

“Yes, it is,” he agrees with a calm he in no way feels. “The Minish worked very hard on it.”

Dot turns to him now, head cocked in question. “The Minish? What do you…”

She trails off as he drops to one knee.

It feels as though he is kneeling on a bed of silk. But the sensation in his chest as he reaches into his pouch is about as pleasant as the Big Octorok sitting on him.

The ring is in his palm though, a delicate thing melted and shaped and fired by his own two hands. It had taken countless tries to get it right, to meld the corners into the perfect curve, to carve the designs in the way he imagined them to be. Making jewelry is not quite the same as crafting a sword. It requires a different sort of skill.

But he had found that skill within him. And he had created something beautiful. Something he will be proud to see upon her finger.

“Zelda,” he murmurs and curses the way his voice trembles a bit at the end, “Zelda, Princess of Hyrule, my dearest friend…” He raises his head, gazes into those big blue eyes. The ones that had shone with empathy when the pieces of himself had threatened to shatter him anew. The ones that had glowed with mirth and joy at the festivals, brightened when he told a joke, gone sharp with interest when he told a tale.

The eyes he has gotten lost in so many times before, and hopes to many more times in the future.

“Zelda, will you marry me?”

She stares at him for a long, agonizing moment, hand held to her mouth, emotion surging across her face. Then, she laughs. She laughs and the world sings with the noise. And she swoops down and lands a kiss right on his lips.

“Was…” he croaks when his surroundings have swung back into focus and the dizzying mixture of elation and trepidation have abated somewhat, “...was that a yes?”

“Oh, Link, of course, it was! Of course!” Her hands are on his face. The ring shines on one of her fingers, though he can’t remember placing it there. Everything is a haze, a haze of wonder and joy and fear. 

It looks perfect there, though. Almost as though she was born to wear it.

“I’ll marry you, Link!” She cries, visage aglow. “I would like nothing more!” 

A laugh bubbles from his lips now, smaller and more hesitant, but overjoyed nonetheless. He stands and suddenly, his arms are around her and hers around him and they are hugging like the world depends upon it. Like if they let go, this moment, this delicate, beautiful moment will solidify and shatter. 

Perhaps, it will. But Four likes to think that it is stronger than that. Like they are.

He blinks away the tears and smiles.

As a sword is forged to endure the struggles of time, so is their friendship made to withstand the toughest of tribulations. And that makes moments like this one even more precious.

“I love you,” she says and her very soul is in the words.

Four holds her tighter and makes himself a promise that he will never let her go. He will never allow her to fall in harm’s way again, never leave her to face life alone. No, they will stand tall through it all. Together. 

“I love you too,” he whispers. “I love you too.”

[soobrownie]

240405 I'll See You There Tomorrow at Music Bank | Taehyun

[softenedsunbeams]

hey umm ok this is weird and i dont mean to sound condescending but youve come so far in yhe while ive been mutuals w you . idk. you seem a lot happier and in turn it makes me so so happy to see and makes me want to live too

[vorgoth]

(ง •̀_•́)ง

[etz-ashashiyot]

Really did not mean to start a fight on Tisha b'Av by *checks notes* relentlessly defending my view that all people are human and that human suffering matters on both sides of the border wall, but here we are.

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

we are back! with james pov!

“Good mooorning, sleepyhead,” James calls out, his voice bright as he stands by the stove, spatula in hand. Sirius grunts in response, shuffling into the kitchen with half-closed eyes, wincing at the harsh overhead lights. His hair is a rare, tangled mess, falling into his face as he stumbles toward the bar stools. “Eggs?” James asks, breaking them up a bit more in the pan with a swift flick of his wrist. “You know,” Sirius says, collapsing onto one of the stools, his head dropping onto the countertop, “you’d think I’d get used to it after living with you for so long.” “What’s that?” James calls over his shoulder, the corners of his mouth quirking up. “You in the morning,” Sirius groans, his voice muffled against the table. “Yes to the eggs. Cheers.”

continue reading chapter 2 on ao3

[squidkid15]

One of my classes this semester wants daily art of some kind, any kind. Today I did a color study. Without color picking from the reference photo, tried to match it without getting bogged down in details. Then the second one I decided to take some artistic liberties and just spice it up a bit. 

[oyeixcher]

TXT ✦ Dazed Korea

[graveyardrabbit]

[vhsghostricks]

Vegas my little freak of nature

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... morning music ...

[seoulmatez]

— 𝓀𝓊𝒿𝒶𝓍 : risu x ajax

their love transcends words — it permeates their lives, their very beings. it’s in their touch, their thoughts, the deepest parts of their souls, leaving no doubt that they’re left their marks on one another.

for @tetsuskei ♡

[koka-mi]

Goodnight everybody!! ^^