#why is he so far AWAYYY

[modernmanblues]

he drives me maaaddddd can’t stop thinking about himmm

[sillsci-repost-haven]

Broke: "The king of eden has moth hair because it thematically represents his inability to mature and strengthens his connection to the player"

Woke:

Since this came out and an angel in here sent me and other people a link to see the trailers of The Two Embers...

I CAN'T ESCAPE THE RESH WAVE 🌊👏

So I just did this (rushed af) to welcome the BALD RESH after we all gave this man hair for our designs...

Let's also give an applause to this being because her/their (I see this Elder as her but it's fine right???) walk in the Vault is just ✨✨✨

[loveharlow]

Headcannon for JJ 😍

Bsf!JJ taking care of drunk reader after a party and she’s being like super difficult and annoying but he still looks after her and they end up cuddling in bed 🫶

i feel like she act like a whiny child honestly, just pouts and hundreds of "nooo"'s and "get awayyy"'s

underage drinking, swearing

"It's hot in hereeee." You whined, falling limply onto the couch in John B's living room as everyone stumbled inside. Every one of you was some form of intoxicated, states ranging from buzzed to completely wasted.

Needless to say you were on the far end of that spectrum.

"Probably because you have on my hoodie." JJ's voice met your ears, the boy sitting next to your feet as the others scattered.

"I'm gonna be sick..." Kie groaned as she locked herself in the bathroom.

"Please don't throw up on the bathmat, it's new!" A barely tipsy John B called as he kicked the front door shut, carrying a giggly Sarah into his room, sighing as he let the girl fall to the mattress and put the covers over her.

"You're all irresponsible and I'm not playing nurse when you reap the consequences in the morning." Pope said simply, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge — pulling out a water and walking out onto the patio.

You giggled mindlessly, head rolling side to side. "You're all so funny..." You wheezed.

"Okay, Tequila Princess. Let's get you situated..." JJ advised, attempting to sit you up straight as two of his hands went under your back, but you offered no support, your frame hanging lifeless in his arms. "C'mon, Munchkin." He groaned, using all his strength to prop you up against the couch properly. "There we go."

The blonde lifted your arms, threading them backwards through the arm holes to get the piece of clothing off of you.

"Nooo, what're you doin'?" You moaned, weakly slapping his arms away.

"Thought you said you were hot..." He paused in his movements, cocking an eyebrow at you.

In your drunken state, you managed to reel your neck back at his statement, a look of suspicion on your face before a small smirk emerged. "...You think I'm hot?"

He just giggled, slightly buzzed himself. "You want the hoodie off or not?"

"Yes-"

"Okay then." He told you, moving to pull your other arm out.

"But then I'll be cold!" You reprimanded, snatching your other arm away as the boy sighed.

"Then I'll tuck you in." He said, voice a bit short as he knew you'd be difficult until you started to doze off.

"But what if the covers come off-"

"Then I will cuddle with you, alright?" He said firmly. "I'll hold you so tight you won't be able to move a muscle, okay? Now, give me your arm."

You didn't respond, just pouted drunkenly as you allowed your best friend to take the hoodie off of you, pulling it over your head and knocking strands of hair into your vision as he tossed it to the side and stood up, heading towards the fridge.

You tried to remove the annoying pieces of keratin out of your face and unwind them from your lashes and unstick them from your lips as you heard the clanking of glass in the kitchen before the blonde was returning, a glass of water in his hand.

"Here, drink this." He said, handing you the glass, stopping you as you reached for it with one hand. "Use both hands." Doing as he said, you brought the glass to your lips as he knelt down in front of you, taking off your shoes.

"Eugh!-" You gagged, pulling the glass from your lips as you took your first sip. "What is this?"

"...It's water, princess."

"Ngh...why is it warm?" You cringed, leaning forward to put the glass on the coffee table as JJ removed your other shoe.

"Because if I put ice in it, you'd drink it too fast and get a headache." He said, standing up straight and looming above you and holding both of his hands out. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

You slapped your hands into his, allowing the blonde to help you up off the couch and lead you into the guest room. "Ooh! Can we sleep on the beach tonight? Like last time?" You asked, pupils wide as JJ laid you down and tucked you in.

"No, we cannot." He said, shaking his head and laughing as a frown immediately replaced your giddy expression.

"Why not?" You asked, tone grumpy as the boy climbed in bed behind you, you shuffling to face him.

"Because, like last time, you'll run out into the water and I'll have to catch you."

"Hmph." You huffed, rolling your eyes. "Whatever..."

You could feel the boy huff out of laughter as his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you closer into him as yours went around his waist.

"...Night, Munchkin."

"...'Night, J."

©loveharlow.

[ganondoodle]

i might have talked about it before but i kinda wanna rant a lil how nonsensical both the "getting of the time reversal" and "giving zelda the mastersword" things are

bc ... to get the time reversal powers you touch a ... ghost of the enigma stone that used to be there .. and i GUESS it was the one zelda has now but used to be raurus and since its now linked to her we get .... link being astral projected into ghosty dimension similar to the other sages and we get zeldas sage power, but .. how does that even work, zelda, having supposedly long lost her soul to being a dragon is somehow still able to do the whole sage thing of taking you to fogland mclight dimension, just doesnt tell you the same stuff the other sages do word for word (thank GOD)

but how did that even manifest? even ignoring her soul being GONE how can she make that oath or whatever while shes not awake and just floating there, what business does the ghost engima stone have there and why dont the others have something similar to where they were once stored (in the forgotten temple backrooms tm bc we cant have the sonau NOT touch a thing in this world all of the sudden-)

is it bc they were like ... released of their holder from the old sages since they had long died and those go back to being big floaty stones (for whatever reason .. shouldnt have sonias stone done the same when gan took it then??)- also zeldas ability being put into the hand ability wheel while we gotta chase down the damn sages any time you want to use one of their abilities is so unfair .. you could have made the sages usable .. but no ..

its a relatively small complaint compared to the rest but it still bothers me bc it just ... feels so contrived, like it feels to be so clearly just some loose string to get you that power

the same with the weird ass time bubble to get the mastersword back in time to zelda just so she can have a flimsy reason to do what she does (we wouldnt want the character this series is named after be an actual CHARACTER instead of a pretty prize at the end now would we??) and its jsut so .......... why not have her grab the broken master sword as shes falling into the past (SOMEHOW) or it falling down with her bc really link shouldnt maybe not be able to hold it anymore- wait he reaches for her with that hurt hand .. so he did drop it .. and it somehow got back to him instead of being put into the past WITH zelda right then and there?? why??

(also ..rauru just teleporting him to the sky island ... wasnt that arm the last bits of raurus physical body? was his ghost just chilling up there the whole time- ... can ghosts in totk control and teleport their physical, dead limbs to whereever their ghost is? why can a ghost even be so far apart from the rest of his remains .... or was that spiraling energy stuff just him slowly turning into a ghost there ... but my point about ghosts controlling their dead limbs still stands- WAIT he ALSO has to be able to ... SEE somehow bc he grabbed link before he fell too .... the way he talks when you find him chilling on the island tho is like hes seeing it all for the first time too .. so .. he wasnt a ghost yet and still knew where to go .. even tho the place is somehwere totally different to where it used to be and if he became a ghost right there why couldnt you see him when he grabbed link... if the hand that grabbed link wasnt actual the one that fell off gan why does it look like it then? bc gan hand was long and thin with long ass class and raurus actual ghost hands are barely different from typical human ones- .. i think im having more thoughts about this point thant nintendo had over the entirety of making the game .... also fuck rauru for doing the fake out "oooh noooo im fading awayyy" thing just so he doesnt have to answer any of your thousand questions i guess, only to return at the end going, "actually, i want my arm back and yours was fine anyway lol, and here sonia is here too for some reason! also check this out! zelda is back and you didnt have to do shit, isnt that cool?")

the weird time bubble makes me so angry when i remmeber it exists bc it just .. makes NO sense?? what even is it?? if it was a foreshadowing to zelda learning to use her new time powers and you find more over time in the game where she manifests mroe and more until she manages to return on her own like it was kinda teased with sonia tellign her shell find a way to use her new powers to go back since she (SOMEHOW) also got herself here and that point going nowhere like so many other points (hows it going impah, foudn a way to get zelda back yet? dont bother, turns out the solution was 'beat the bad guy' and it all solved itself) OK fine, that works

BUT ITS NOT a foreshadowing of anything, the time bubble thing is just THERE and it drives me nuts, it really only adds to this whole game feeling so weirdly held together by loose strings and it just gets worse the more you think

[irl0ame-chan]

Why does my boyfriend have to leave so far awayyy, I need him to be here so we can cuddle.. he's literally my daddy (he's like 3 years older than but I need a father figure)

[bostova]

i remember being small, maybe 2 or 3 years old. i had chicken pox and was so terribly itchy, so my mother put a lotion on my itchy that smelled bad, and unnatural, and yucky on my sores and hoped that i would sleep, but she left my moon lamp on and it was too bright in my room. i held my Captain Scarlet doll and my teddy and pulled the quilt over my face, but then i got too hot. some of my scars are from the sores.

I remember earlier than that, though. I asked my mother and she told me I was too small to be able to remember it, but i can remember it better than even she had. HE came home different and unrecognisable and Scary. There was a big dark cloud outside and it was raining. His head was shaved and he was wearing a red tracksuit. He was the angriest that my small eyes had ever seen a person to be. He smashed eveything in the kitchen, it was so loud and I covered my ears, and then he made his way through the house, punching holes in our doors, stamping on my best toys and my mother's shiny things. She put me in the car before he could break us too and we drove far away for many hours and the rain was hitting the car so hard. And then... we went home again so she must have thought it was safe now for some reason. I hoped that it would be to a different house, with new toys and no holes, but it wasn't. He was gone and my mother was left to pick up all of the little pieces of plates and cups and our lives were supposed to continue as though that hadn't and wouldn't happen again.

I remember getting lost a lot when my mother would take us shopping, i never remember him being with us, so probably we were out to try and be away from him and pretend again. i remember her showing me where in the Woolworths i should go if i got lost, but i could never find where that was, nor could i find her. i cried for a while and looked at the toys that pulled my eyes into them and had probably caused me to get lost in the first place. I looked at them through their boxes and didn't understand why i wasn't allowed to open them, were they not for children like me to play with? she always found me, but i only really remember the getting lost, not the getting found.

I remember being sat in the bath when i was 3 and being sad that i was alone and had no friends to play with, then later my mother told me that i was gonna have a sister, and that she was doing that so i wouldn't be alone. i remember hoping that i could be a good sister to her, not realising that i had to be a brother which was different. i knew this from seeing some brothers in my cartoons i think. She was so small and i remember taking a picture of her with my red camera when she was born, my mother told me to make sure it doesn't flash because my sister's eyes were so small, much smaller than mine, so i covered the flash with my finger just in case.

i remember being 6 or so, and inventing worlds for my toys to live in and be happy. I wished i could live there too, and hoped that if i wished hard enough, and gave those worlds as much detail as i could, i would be able to go there. i remember copying the voices and memorising all the lines from the films my mother had taped for me, which i was allowed to watch whilst he was away. My mother always laughed when i could say the next line of the film before the tv said it. Hook was a favourite film of mine, i loved how peter was able to fly and live in such a wonderful place like Neverland, and it always made me cry when he had to go home to his own family, because it meant i couldn't pretend that he was my dad too any more.

I remember being 6 or 7 and she showed me Highlander. I loved the swords and the sound they made, and i wanted to live forever, i think she did too because she was crying a lot. The Kurgan did not scare me, as i had seen scarier things already, and his sword was much better because the spikes popped out and it was longer. But he killed Ramirez so that made him the bad guy. BETTER TO BURN OUT, THAN TO FAAAADE AWAYYY, YYYAAGH i would say often and my mother would laugh.

i didn't like school very much and the teachers did not like me either. one of my teachers always used to spell things wrong when she wrote them on the board so i would make sure to raise my hand and tell her, so she could spell it right, you are supposed to spell things right when you are a teacher because you don't want other kids to learn it wrong, this was the right thing to do, but then she wouldn't let me go to the toilet when i asked until i stopped asking. and then i got a kidney infection and had to be in the hospital with a needle for 5 whole days because i wasn't allowed to go to the toilet i think, i was 7. she made me stand up in front of the class when i came back and asked me to explain to them what what had been wrong and asked me if it burned when i went to the toilet, i said yes and my face was red and i wanted to run away but I couldn't run home, and the other children laughed. those kids in my class had made a small card for me telling me to get well soon, i didn't recognise any of the names.

i used to fall over a lot i think, i was clumsy and "uncoordinated", that was a big word i learned from the school nurse, i asked her to say it some more times and then to write it down and then i never forgot it. I would see her a lot, and i remember making her laugh once because she had to write my name in the accident book and i said "you'll find my name in there a lot!" and she said "oh, in the wars are you?" and i smiled and agreed with her, but didn't really understand what that meant.

i remember having some friends who were girls who i liked a lot, and some boys who i had to play with because those girls would also run away from me at lunch time, they said its because they don't play with boys, but I didn't really understand what that meant or why it meant i had to try and play football instead of what they were doing. i hated football and being in the mud, one boy always used to push me over and put my things in the mud because i wasn't really a boy he said and i talked funny, and he spat on my new shoes, and stole my favourite lime green transformer car. i tried to tell the teacher but she was the one who wouldn't let me go to the toilet. why did it have to be like that i wondered?

for all of those years i wished i could be back by the mountains and the sea, and the place where they meet, where i was born and it was warm. my auntie and my nain and my taid were there, so why couldn't we be too? we could just get in a car and go there, and i remember being mad at my mother for a very long time that we had to live with Him instead. it was only later that she told me it's because he was in the police and he would kill her and me and my sister if we left, and nobody would know. she had tried to tell the police before about the way he hurt us but they said they don't know what she was talking about, he would never do that, he was a good policeman. so she belived him when he promised to hurt us if we tried to get away.

i remember high school was so big and i felt so small, and now i REALLY had to be a boy, and more boys would hurt me if i tried not to be one of them. i liked books a lot, and read them whenever i could, i got good marks in english and i liked my teacher. i wrote a poem about war once, and she told me i was a dark horse, i didn't know what that meant, and i was thankful that another kid who was loud asked her what that meant so I didn't have to use my voice to do it.

it was high school where i got into music, and i realised that music was like books because it made pictures in my head, but other kids could see those pictures too and music was easier to share than a book. i got into guitar along with a few other mosher kids because punk rock was new and exciting, and easy to learn and play for people. my first guitar was 3/4 scale and had one pickup in the middle position. it was terrible and loved it, and the way it fit my body.

i grew a lot towards the end of high school, i got tall and i grew my hair long and straight, and i think a lot of girls liked me then, and i liked some too, but i had no way to talk to them any more because i still didn't want the boys to hurt me, though i was taller than them all now, which made me feel alien and strange. i was just glad that i could run away from PE to play guitar now.

college was where i met my first girlfriend, she said she loved me and she hurt me a lot and often, this was the only kind of love i knew how to receive besides the love that my mother gave which isn't what a girlfriend is for, so i gratefully accepted it, believing her when she said that if she didn't love me who else would? she did some stuff with other guys too, but thats okay because she said she didn't love them, just me, and that i wasn't allowed to talk to any girl other than her because she loved me. I believed her because why wouldn't I? i was 17 and had never been in love before.

i went to university and i learned about byron and the renaissance and shakespeare and wordsworth, about postmodernism and structuralism, and i studied film too and adaptation. i loved learning things but i could never stay and do the other fun stuff with the people in my class because i had to go home and i wasn't allowed to be far away from my girlfriend. she said i wasn't otherwise she would tell her friends about how embarrassing my body was and what i sounded like when i had sex with her, my face went red at the thought. i ate one sandwich a day for my meal, this felt like enough, but people kept asking me if i was okay. i was cold a lot, and very thin as I realised later. i grew a beard with my long hair because i wanted to embody the manliness that i saw in films and read about in books and saw in the bands i liked, then my girlfriend wouldn't be able to embarrass me to her friends.

I was 23 when she left me, I still didn't have the guts to leave her, and i cried for a long time, because i believed nobody else could ever love me. but then someone did, and i moved across the world to be with her and to get away from everything. i loved her and she loved me, and in a new special way where i didn't have to be hurt or scared, but i think she knew that the manliness was just a costume and this wasn't what she wanted. she wanted the real thing, not the pale imitation mask that i wore. we moved back to here and tried to make it work for a while until it was either we get married and decide who moves and stays where, or we go seperate ways. she chose the latter for me because i was paralysed by the idea of losing love once again.

i realised i liked boys too, a long time before that, but i had never had the chance to try things with them, to try kissing them or touching their bodies, and when i finally did i chose to wear girls clothes and underwear because that felt correct to me, and the way they touched me felt like they were touching a girl, and that felt nice. I used to step out onto the landing outside my bedroom at home with the big mirror when nobody else was home, and see what i looked like in my girl clothes. Every now and then if i held my body in a certain way I would see that girl, and then she was gone again. and i would put my metalhead guy clothes back on and feel the anger that i thought the music was giving to me. I didn't know that anger was coming from inside me, this was how it had to be for me, i was 27.

For my whole life up to that point i knew that 30 years was my cutoff point, i knew the anger that fueled me, and followed me around was also burning me out from the inside, like a tree in a fire that is left standing only as a hollow shell of itself. "no more" i said, 30 was the end of it all.

A funny thing happened though when i was 28. i met a girl at a party with some friends and felt like i recognised her, she was tall and strong and beautiful and was dressed like a wrestler for the theme of the party. I was drawn in and i had to know more about her. i realised then that we had met before, she was the brother of a boy i knew well from high school, and she was a girl now. she had done it, and i didn't know that was a thing you could just... do. she was only a year younger than me and she was a beautiful girl now, and i was speechless. i internalised that wonder, but never quite put the two together about the way i felt about myself and what she had done for herself. that came a little later when i was 29 and very quickly approaching my cutoff point. i realised then that i had to choose. I chose "fuck it, i may as well try and be a girl, i can always leave the world later if it doesn't work out"

when i was 30, and my body was now getting softer, and I was allowed to be beautiful thanks to the hormones i had waited a lifetime for, i met another beautiful girl like me. i could tell she had been sad for a long time too and was also seeing the world through the new eyes that we had given ourselves. we grew and bloomed together, we shared our plushies and added new ones to our family, and added other beautiful girls like us to our bouquet that we had met along the way, making our family bigger and bigger. we are now surrounded by our sisters and wives and partners and so much love that binds us and makes us stronger together, and we are held by it. we have love that stretches across oceans to where my wife and little girl are waiting, and are happy and held by their loves too. one day i hope we can all join up into one place, like a wild garden of flowers and plants and trees and moss and bees and bugs and dogs. i get to be a dog too now, and I like that i can forget about the bad stuff when i am allowed to be dog. i play with my stuffed toys and i eat from my bowl and I nap in my doggie bed, and when i wake i can bark at my girls and they bark back to me, our home is full of food and joy and music, this is what love is supposed to be i think.

[loquarocoeur]

I am perhaps late to the party, but oh God (literally and metaphorically), Vincere stole my breath awayyy.

I'm kind of always intrigued by the whole sex as a religious experience trope, and let me tell you, this is by far the best one ever.

It was almost reverential, the whole concept of the whole world sees him, but he sees only me. And seeing someone frok their lover's eyes is always such a screaming-crying-throwing-up thing to me, and added to this the whole i wasnt a believer, until God came down to me and the way it blurs lines between sin and worship, my oh my. I understand now why Max goes all minus one braincell when he sees Charles win, I would short circuit too, especially in Monza? It would feel like God left heaven to be here. It's got this piety, and mysticism, and that thing of being, seeing, feeling everything and nothing at the same time. I think this might be how Max sees Charles everytime taken to a whole unreal level, and I have no doubt Charles sees Max like that too. I loved it so much.

Hozier would write songs on thisss😭

Oh my god you GET IT

You get the themes, the energy, the vibes, the imageries.

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you guys all share my visions🥺❤️❤️

[hermanunworthy]

!DNDADS S2 EP39 SPOILERS!

the time has come. i have felt physically ill anticipating this episode. LETS GO!

- i would first like to inform everyone that i am wearing a black and purple scary inspired outfit and a bracelet that says "doodler" on it as i listen to this episode

- WILLY INTRO. GOD

- class changes would be kinda cool i will admit

- taylors doing music stuff now ooo living up to his namesake. well he def cant make music under his real name lol

- THE HESITANCE ON "WILSON". MATT WHY.

- every fact i hear about grant and marcos parenting makes me die a little more each time

- STRICTLY SHOES ON??? IN THE OAK SWALLOWS GARCIA HOUSE?? oh no wonder that familys so fucked up.

- so what im hearing. is that normal is just wearing heelys at all times

- ITS STARTING. THE DOODLER. THE DOODLERS COMING. IM NOT READY

- ANTHONY THAT IS NOT WHAT THE GRIMACE SHAKE MEME IS IM CRYING

- IM HERE ANTICIPATING THE DOODLER READY TO EXPLODE AND THESE FUCKERS ARE SITTING HERE TALKING ABOUT MCDONALDS CUM 😭

- STOP JOKING ABOUT THE SEASON BEING OVER I DONT WANT IT TO END ANYTIME SOON

- WILLY SAYING "I LOVE YOU" IS THE MOST DISGUSTING SHIT GET THAT AWAYYY

- "hey willy nobodys gonna listen to u anymore" HELLLL YEAH GET HIM SCARY

- NONE OF THEM KNOW WHAT TO DO NOOO

- i love scary too doodler.

- THE DOODLER SAYING "FUCK U WILLY" YIPPEEE

- NORMAL W A BROADWAY PERFORMANCE OKAY learning from hermie i see

- i also dont like it when normal gets hurt lmao

- the doodler is the realest character on the podcast /hj

- SCARYS GONNA ATTACK WILLY!!!!!

- nooo it didnt work... that wouldve been so satisfying

- WILLYS PANTS ARE STILL DOWN I CANT BELIEVE THIS

- THE FACT THAT WILL IS SO LOST ON WHAT TO DO SCARES ME

- NOOOO THE DOODLERS GETTING UPSET FUCK. THE FUCKING ZONE OF TRUTH

- i totally forgot the kiddads were there oops

- OH NOOO WILLYS CALLING FOR HELP

- im so sorry but. when am i gonna hear hermie LMAOO

- OKAY THERE THEY ARE YIPPEE

- OH WOW YEAH HERMIE IS IN THE ZONE OF TRUTH HUH. just like i said i wanted lol. forgot about that

- HERMIE W THE BEST FUCKING ROLL OF THE EPISODE SO FAR LMAO

- NOOOO WILLY HAS CONTROL OVER THE DOODLER NOW

- WILL DECIDING THAT INSTEAD OF NORMAL GIVING A HEARTFELT SPEECH TO THE DOODLER HE JUST VIOLENTLY ATTACKS WILLY. THIS IS DEFINITELY SOME CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

- MATT JUST TOTALLY FUCKED ANTHONY OVER WOW

- WILLY IS NO LONGER SCARYS PATRON. I REPEAT. WILLY IS NO LONGER SCARYS FUCKING PATRON

- OH MY GOD WERE GONNA GET THE DOODLER IN A NEW PHYSICAL FORM. OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING

- this is very upsetting good lord

- OHHHH MY GOD I REALLY HOPE THIS IS SOMETHING COOL IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

- my heart is POUNDING.

- THE SKY IS BLUE AGAIN

- WHOOOOA THEY ALL SEE THE DOODLER AS THEIR OWN INSECURITIES THATS SICK

- LARK DONT U FUCKING DARE

- THE DOODLER IS A SPIDERBOI NOW!!!!

- awww the doodler and the catbus

- NOT ANOTHER COLLAR

- "oh u kind man u" IM SCREAMING

- ANTHONY JUST CALLED LARK NORMALS DAD

- WILL HAVING HIS CHARACTER TALK TO LARK ABOUT HENRY WHAT IF I DIED.

- "dont make me hate u as much as u hate him" OH. MY FUCKING GOD OW

- "oh sparrows also there" I. ANTHONY

- INFINITY WAR BUT ITS GRIMACE INSTEAD OF THANOS IM CRYING

- WILLYS JUST GIVING UP???

- SO IS THE DOODLER JUST GONNA BE A PART OF THEIR PARTY AS THEIR BUDDY. THIS IS SO EXCITING

- THEIR NAME IS DUDE NOW?? OMG

- NEW CHARACTER LETS GOOOO

- MATTS CHARACTER SHAKING HANDS W THE DOODLER. ITS ALL COMING FULL CIRCLE WOWIE

- RON???!?!!?!!

- FUCKIFN RON STAMPLER????

- HES DEAD. RON STAMPLER IS OFFICIALLY DEAD.

- OH IM GONNA CRY THIS IS SO

- WOW. THAT EPISODE WAS SHORT BUT WOW

[someone-give-me-a-hug]

heyyyy

It hasn't been a very hot summer here. It's raining as I write this – well, okay, it just stopped, but it WAS raining. I do hate the humidity of summer, though. I'd like to imagine myself as an autumn person because I LOVE AUTUMN. I also love that Americans call it 'fall'; that's so aesthetically pleasing to me, I don't know why, it just is.

I am gearing up to be a very respectful bird army leader. I will rule with a very gracious hand :)

I love the fact that you get to see and experience so much wildlife. That's so cool. I really want to live somewhere like that one day. I love the outdoors and nature, although I never really get to do that much simply because I have no one to do it with.

I will indeed update you as soon as my cilantro adventure discovery journey goes any further! As for Mr. Grumpy, I'm glad he's on the mend! And that's mental that the theater was that cheap for you. Here, it's £9.99 ($12.83) for a student ticket, and if you're an adult, it's insane – like £11.99 ($15.40). I kind of want to go again, but there is literally nothing in the cinema at the moment! It sucks over here; the cinema is actually due to shut down, but they say they're going to stay open for another 4 months. Which is insane because it's the only cinema here. What else are we meant to doooooo?! Oh well.

I really do want to get back into religion, as odd as that may sound. Even if I don't fully know what I believe in, I like the thought of there being more, something else out there watching over us and caring for us. I just feel strange about it because of the stigma around religion, which I know shouldn't stop me, and it doesn't. I'm just going to keep it private to me and those I trust because I think that's better anyway.

I really do need to start taking iron supplements because, oh my golly gosh, I've started back up on my dizzy spells, and I need that to go awayyy.

GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT?! I've been accepted to go on a trip to Romania in December to go help the poor, giving them shoeboxes from Mustard Seed, and help do other volunteering work there! I'm going to be in bits seeing people suffer, but the thought of being able to help even a little bit is a very nice feeling.

Also, this is so annoying; I'm not in a slump, so don't worry. However, I just feel like I've gotten as far as I can doing what I'm doing, and I know I need to take another leap, like a new step, but I have yet to figure that step out. I want to start moving more, like getting active, but I'm going to be so real and say I hate the classic form of fitness and how rooted in weight and planks and sit-ups it is. That's just not fun at all, and I want to do something fun! I'll let you know if I figure things out because it's like an itch I can't scratch; I need something. But I have no clue what that something is. It's not a bad thing, more of just an observation I made to myself, like an hour ago.

But yes, clothes back then were made so much better! I really hate how cheap everything feels now and how if you want good quality stuff, you have to pay an absolute fortune to get it!

Anyway, I hope you're well! I hope you've been having a fabulous week!

Little sib :)

[givemorristi18]

a love from the past

gooooood afternoon everyoneeeee.

how’s life goin? im 24 y.o now hahaha.

so, i want to tell a story about someone i like. actually, he was my senior in high school and i was closed with him not for a long time. and then we were far awayyy.

out of the blue, he followed my instagram and i followed him back. but idk why, i dreamt about him for several days. that’s how i know that i like him again.

and then i tried to think something so that i dont have to think about his existance. but i was wrong, i still think about him and then i contacted him. i said hai, how are you and etc...

ok lemme make it short, then we met each other after a long time and he said he just broke up with his gf who has been 5 years being his love.

i was hurt lol.

but, i like him. but i think i cant accept the fact that he still loves his ex. and i think that he does a passive aggresive thing. i mean, sometimes he looks in love but sometimes he doesnt.

ugh.

[tomatinh0]

ok but i want to match halloween costumes 

[tehsweetheart]

Feeling quite upset tonight

[eisa-core]

DINGO TIPSY LIVE 🥴🍺🍹

Daisy's Pov

«Woozi don't cry!» - I heard Jeonghan say in front of me «No Woozi, cry when you want to, cry if you feel like it» - I replied by giving a gentle nudge to Dino next to me, enticing him to hug Woozi.

We were recording this "Dingo Tipsy Live" a format where theoretically we are supposed to have a good time drinking, but instead we find ourselves here, at a table in a club, with all the people around us watching, the table full of food and alcohol, music blasting but crying. Woozi had voluntarily poured Soju into his glass, for the first time in the 8 years we've known each other; and to end on a high note, he gave a speech about Circles, making half the group (including me) and himself cry.

«Woozi hyung, we love you!» - «Ah Woozi hyung jinjja» -sobbed Hoshi, the worst drinker of the group. He was as red as a bell pepper, his face swollen and full of tears but still he did not stop drinking or dancing. «Hey! We came to have fun not to cry! Where is the owner? Owner? Chef?» - Seungkwan, also still bright-eyed, started walking around looking for someone «Oh there you are! Put Aju Nice! Do you know it? Gibun Gibun?» - That's how as soon as requested in a nanosecond they had already put Aju Nice, reviving spirits.

«UNO UNO DOS TRES» - I climbed on top of the chair pulled by Seungkwan who did not want to see anyone sitting, as usual. I had not had much to drink, maybe four drinks but they were already far too much for me. «One more!» - Scoups kept refilling everyone's glass, and Seungkwan was urging you to jump; my head was spinning and my stomach was turning over, if you also consider that my eyes even started to swell from how much I had cried with the speech earlier.

«Oh Nice!» - finally the last refrain was over. I had seen everything in the meantime and couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or not: Seungkwan eating a chili pepper, Minghao twerking, Hoshi wiping his nose with his pant lace, and Vernon tweeting. Either way, I wanted to go home. «Noo the party's not over, let's go for another drink?» - Scoups said as he put on his jacket once he finished recording «Another drink?» - I enunciated «Why don't we take some pictures first? There's a photo booth next door» - Mingyu was still sober, almost. Or at least it was thanks to him that Hoshi could keep himself upright. «Okay, let's go!» - I said promptly, wanting to hurry back to my bed.

«There are accessories too! I want the cat ears!» - I said as we squeezed four of us inside the cabin. «No, I want them!» - Junhui took the headband out of my hand «Take this cowgirl» -said Jeonghan, handing me a western-style hat while out of the corner of his eyes he looked at Hoshi unable to wear heart-shaped glasses «Hana, dul, set» -we snapped the first sequence of photos while grimacing «Again, let's give Hyejin kisses» - «Wha-» - and immediately I found Jun, Jeonghan and Hoshi stuck to my cheeks «Go awayyy!» I pushed them as the photos were taken, I couldn't stand so much alcohol smell under my nose. «Alright let's go out, and I'll keep the pictures at this point» - Jeonghan said with a tone of offense «Ah here Minghao, come on, maybe with you Hyejin will have more pleasure in taking pictures» - Jeonghan went out of the booth pushing Minghao inside, leaving me and him alone «Huh?»- he said in a confused tone. Not surprisingly, the other members loved seeing the Hyehao together, pushing us into a relationship. «Nothing don't worry about it! Shall we take pictures?» - I replied, shaking my head, and bringing my hand close to his to form a heart, as the countdown for taking photos began, and so continued by taking more photos with aegyo.

masterlist.

[smokinrat]

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗+𝙶𝚊𝚞𝚣𝚎=𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝚃𝚠𝚘-𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚡 𝙶𝙽 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Tw: Mentions of drinking, smoking, injuries, and blood

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2am, most people would be asleep by then, then again, most people would know it’s a dumb idea to sass a bunch of soc’s who’ve been drinking & fucking all night. Y/n, however, ignored their better judgement and socked one of the soc’s in the face after they’d been harassing them for an hour. ‘Martin, that’s what his friends had called him.’ They thought while limping down the street, it wasn’t a terrible limp, barley noticeable in fact, but it was still there, and so was the blood. Y/n could feel their pants sticking to their leg, the blood soaking through the fabric as they neared their destination. Two-bit Mathews, their closest friend & crush, lived just a few houses away from where Y/n currently stood, all they could hope for was that he was home. “Y/n, what the fuck are ya doing here?” Y/n spun around to see Two-bit, he had a beer in hand and was obviously drunk, “Uhm, I just had a bad run in with some soc’s, could ya help me out?” They asked, Two-bit looked down at their leg and nodded, “Yeah, c’mon, let’s go to Darry’s.” He said. “Ughhh, that’s so far awayyy.” Y/n groaned, tired from all of the walking they’d done already. “Tell ya what, I’ll carry you there! Then you don’t have to hurt your leg!” He offered, “Two, that’s sweet, but you’d probably drop me.” They said. “No I wonnn’tt, c’mon, bridle style, ya ready?” He asked, positioning his arms so he could pick them up, “…Fine, but if you drop me I’m going to kill you.” Y/n snapped, right after Two-bit picked them up and started walking down the sidewalk, straying from his straight path ever so often.

At 2:32am they finally arrived at the Curtis’ house, good thing too, seeing that Two-bit looked like he was starting to doze off WHILE walking, it was almost impressive he could do something like that. He set Y/n down on the couch and went to get something, “Two! Where’re ya goin?!” They whisper-shouted, trying not to wake up the 3 brothers that were asleep upstairs. “To get bandaidssss, dumbass!” Two-bit shouted back, not caring in the least about the people who were sleeping. Y/n sighed and leaned back on the couch, appreciating how soft the cushions felt against their sore body. “Aight, I got the shit, now whadda we do with it?” Two-bit asked while holding up peroxide, a cloth, and bandaids. “Here, you don’t have to clean me up, I can do it-” Y/n started, but was soon cutoff by Two, “Nah, nah, I wanna play doctor, so how bout we.. uh.. put peroxide on the towel, and put the towel on your leg, and then- uhm.. bandaids! Ha, yes I got it!” He exclaimed, “Bandaids? Dude, we’re gonna need gauze, not bandaids.” Y/n said, “Oh… in that case I’ll go get gauze.” Two-bit responded, “I’ll come with you, I doubt you even know what it looks like.” They decided, not wanting to waste more time. The two of them finally got the materials they needed, the next step was the hardest though, and that was actually treating the wound..

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING-” “CLEANING THE GAUZE!” Two-bit yelled, pouring disinfectant over it (and the carpet), Y/n snatched both of the things away from him, sighing and rubbing their temple after doing so “Why.. why did- I- you.. just, why??” They asked, before Two-bit could answer Darrel Curtis stepped into the living room, “What in hell are you two doing?! We are TRYING to sleep! I keep the door unlocked so you people have a safe place to stay, not so you can come in here and wake us up!!” He lectured. After 3 more minutes of getting yelled at, Darry calmed down and helped inspect Y/n’s injury, “It looks like you guys did an okay job stopping the bleeding.. you cleaned it beforehand, right?” He asked, “Yeah, well, I did, Two didn’t do shit.” “That is not true! I got all the stuff out!” He proclaimed. “Whatever, it’s fine, you should heal up just fine, kid. Do you guys have a place to stay for tonight?” Darry asked, Y/n shook their head, meanwhile Two-bit shrugged, “Man, I could fall asleep on the porch outside if I really wanted to.” He said, “That.. don’t. You guys can stay here of course, but clean up everything before going to bed.” Darry instructed. “Okay, thanks, Dar. Night.” Y/n said while picking up some of the items on the ground, “Yeah, thanks, Dar.” Two repeated as he mimicked Y/n’s actions and also picked stuff up off the floor. Darry went back to bed and Y/n laid down on the couch, “Sit up.” “What?” Y/n opened their eyes and saw Two-bit standing over them, “I said sit up, you can sleep on top of me.” He offered, “Two, we ain’t a couple or anything though-” Y/n started, but before they could finish Two-bit had laid down on the couch and pulled Y/n down onto his chest. “…Shit, kiddo, I’m sorry I didn’t help more.. you could’ve been seriously hurt and I was acting like a fool the entire time.” Two-bit said, “I care about you, kid, more than I care about anyone else.. I- I’m so sorry that I didn’t help more…” He continued, placing a hand on the back of Y/n’s head. This was an unusual moment for the both of them, normally Two was cracking jokes left and right, he didn’t do it when others were upset, of course, but for him to be the one who was upset? Almost never.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t anything too serious, and I’ll be just fine. I.. I care about you too, a lot, I’ve.. uhm… I’ve like you now, for a while.” Y/n confessed, looking up at his face to see how he reacted. His eyes were wide, it looked like he was trying to say something but couldn’t get it out. “Two? You okay? Oh no, I haven’t ruined our friendship, have I??” Y/n asked, worried about how he was handling it. “You like me?” He asked, eyes still wide as he looked down at them, “Y-yeah, of course-” They stammered, Two-bit grinned ear to ear, his cheeks filled up with blush and he hugged Y/n as tightly as he could. “Oh, I love you. Love you, love you, love you.” He repeated, kissing their forehead in between the phrases. The two of them were smiling like never before, both blushing crimson as silence filled the room, “So.. are we together now?” Two-bit asked hopefully, Y/n nodded, “I’m down if you are.” They answered. Two-bit kissed them one last time before falling back onto the couch, they both fell asleep happy that night, comforted by the fact they had each other in their arms.

I hope you guys enjoyed this! And remember, asks are always open, so feel free to request!

Love you guys, mwah ☺︎︎❤︎

[silentprincess17]

Sometimes Things Have to Get Worse Before They Get Better

This is essentially a darker, heavier alternate take on Memory #7 - Blades of the Yiga. I wanted to write a fic with a competent Yiga Clan. (Yes you read that right). It is very angsty in the beginning and then becomes fluffy (hence the title!)

Summary: Link and Zelda have returned from Vah Naboris with Urbosa and have spent the night in Kara Kara Bazaar Inn. Link wakes up and finds her missing.

Cue the angst.

This story is complete and I will post each chapter daily on here but you can read the whole thing on AO3

Rating: Mature (Graphic descriptions of violence) Pairing: Link/Zelda (Zelink) Characters: Link, Zelda, The Yiga Clan, Master Kohga

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7: Dawn of the Second Day

TW: Huge wounds, massive haemorrhage (a lot of blood loss yes I am a medic geek) and pain. Also Nintendo owns Legend of Zelda and some of the dialogue used. Please don't sue me.

This time, they teleported in, grabbed him, and teleported out.

Zelda screamed his name, but it got lost in the vortex of red paper slips, as he felt his insides split apart and then reform.

He was glad though. Incredibly glad that they’d taken him and not his Princess. He ended up on the floor, in the big arena that wasn’t an arena and he coughed, trying to get the sand out of his mouth, and eyes.

He heard Zelda shouting for him, and it suddenly hit him-this was it. The perfect opportunity. He could try and get her out. He was outside Hylia above!

And just as he thought that, four giant metal clamps locked onto his limbs. And that same cursed red glowing thing was applied so he couldn’t move. He swore at them but stopped struggling. He would have to bide his time, he already felt a little weak from not eating for three days, so every store of energy was precious right now. He had to wait for the perfect opportunity and then unleash it all.

He took a moment to try and calm down. Think things through. He was outside the cell, that was better than being inside. He just had to be observant and careful. He started by trying to determine what their motive was, but he wasn’t sure what was happening. Why had they decided to take him out, if they were only going to restrain him down again?

He looked up, at least they hadn’t clamped his neck. And then a… well. There was no polite way to think of him, if Link was being honest. And frankly, being polite was really quite low down in his list of concerns at the minute.

The Yiga Clan were... normally, at least, easily categorisable. All the Yiga Foot soldiers were thin, agile, capable of moving at lightning speed with their teleportation. The Blademasters were by comparison much larger, and they wielded the more powerful windcleaver. And now he knew of the researchers, but they looked a lot like the Foot soldiers, just with a red lab coat on.

This man… although dressed as a Yiga, didn’t match one of the above categories. He was, well, fat. He had a huge abdomen, which Link didn’t really see working in a fight, either with a sickle or a windcleaver and he was confused really. It was the most bizarre thing he’d seen since arriving.

Link wondered if the lack of food was getting to him.

“Yeah, IT'S YOU! You're that Link guy I've been looking for! And the Princess of course but she’s BORING."

Uh… what? This guy had been… looking��� for him? Not to sound egoistical, but wasn’t it really obvious who he was? He literally wore bright blue and had the Master Sword strapped to his back. Admittedly, he didn’t have those two things right now but…

"I need to bust out my serious moves... A secret technique taught by my mother's father! It will...destroy you!"

Uh yeah. It probably would do that because Link was currently strapped to the floor with no weapons. So, whatever this guy chose to do, it would, in all likelihood, work by default.

“Release him from the magnesis bonds! NO WAIT! I need to finish my speech first!”

This man was starting to get on Link’s nerves, like a bratty child who wanted a sweet. But he just said to release his bonds. Yes, if that happened, he would destroy them all, steal all their weapons, physically break down those bars, rescue his Princess and then hightail it out of the desert. So, he would remain calm. Collected. And not think of what happened yesterday.

“Now. Hero of Hyrule. I will DUEL you. So someone told someone who told someone yada yada yada that I should give you a fair chance, and something testing something Princess, I'm not sure, I fell asleep half-way through, so here we are. Of course, you’re a KNIGHT so I assume you know what a DUEL is!"

Link remained silent. He figured it probably wouldn't work in his favour if he started to laugh.

"You know, your silence really is unnerving. ANYWAY, I will fight with my chosen weapons, and you will be provided with a Duplex Bow, ten arrows, a Vicious Sickle and a Windcleaver. A very generous selection, in my opinion. If you defeat me, I will allow you to walk away.” Link’s eyes widened. “YES, WALK AWAYYY!” He laughed, “I won’t kill you to DEATH! Even-if-that's-what-I-really-want-can-you-imagine-being-named-Top-Banana-Of-The-Yiga-Clan-comma-Slayer-Of-The-Hero!”

Okay yeah, there was clearly something wrong with this guy, but Link focussed on the important parts. A Duel. Of which the outcome would be freedom. But. He hadn’t mentioned Zelda. No matter, Link would be a fool not to accept. He’d defeat this fat lug and then Kill. Them. All.

And those Blademasters that had stood on that cursed table? He’d make sure to find his sword and would ensure they suffered a slow, prolonged death. But first, he’d win, take Zelda to the Castle where she’d be safe, and then he’d come back. And exterminate them like the rats they were.

He nodded.

They dropped the connection, freeing him, and he didn’t try anything. Not yet anyway. Once they gave him weapons though, Link would forgo whatever pact he’d made with this man. This didn’t count as an honourable situation anyway, this wasn’t a duel between Knights, it was a duel between captor and captee.

What he hadn’t been expecting, was the fat man to throw a small capsule in the middle of the hole, and the capsule didn’t fall, no, it hovered in place. And the outlines of a dome formed, it extended from the centre of the seemingly bottom-less hole and spread out to include a small ring of sand around said hole. All of a sudden, sound seemed to stop coming through, and he could barely hear Zelda, although maybe she’d come to realise it was futile and had gone quiet.

The capsule made a clicking noise, like an activation of something, and then a burst of red light cascaded from it, down the dome, forming a crimson-lined grid along the surface, almost like red electricity was crawling along the lines. They connected to metal ridges that Link hadn’t even noticed in the sand. He swallowed. He knew, instinctively, that he wouldn’t be able to escape. He wouldn’t be able to get out. Because it was the same thing that had trapped him in those cuffs.

It would have to be honourable. By default.

Still, Link wasn’t feeling that scared. If the fat man wanted a duel, Link would give it to him.

“In the name of Calamity Ganon!” He pranced around, shimmying from one foot to the other. "That's what you say when you start a DUEL right?!"

Link decided to ignore him, and simply looked over to where he thought the Princess was, the red light made it hard to see. “In the name of Princess Zelda Bosphoramus Hyrule, my charge, my liege… my Princess.” And his heart whispered one more thing, my soulmate.

It had started out well enough, the man simply summoned rocks at him, not unlike an octorok, but these ones were considerably larger, with a glowing upside down Sheikah eye on them. Still, he dispatched the obnoxious man in quick time, shooting a well-timed arrow into his head, and then jumping in bullet-time to attack with the sickle.

And then the fat man got angry, stamping his foot into the ground like a child having a tantrum. He moved to hover on top of the hole, and this time he had a blue barrier. Link had wasted one arrow hitting it, only for it to bounce right off. Useless. And there was no way for Link to jump in, seeing as he was without his paraglider and he'd fall down anyway, not sideways to the centre of the abyss where the man was.

So, he bid his time, going as far back as possible and decided to just observe the attack. He remained calm, although for some reason he was a little more flustered than he ordinarily was. Perhaps because the Princess’s safety relied on this fight. Yes, that wasn’t an unusual occurrence, but normally, she’d be hidden, well-protected, should anything go wrong with him. This time… If he failed, then who knew what the consequences would be.

He refocussed, the next move simply involved two rocks hovering horizontally and then vertically to the man, where his barrier faulted for a split second, just before he chucked them at Link. It was easy enough to dodge, and now Link knew what to do. He simply hit the man when the barrier was down, and the Yiga lost control of the rocks, so they hit him instead. After another couple of rounds, where Link looked worryingly at his meagre five remaining arrows, another tantrum fest occurred, this time jumping up and down with one foot whilst floating. Link rubbed his eyes in case he was hallucinating. No, he wasn’t.

And that is where everything went wrong.

The man was now using that accursed red thing to move a giant metal ball at him. The ball had spikes. Huge ones at that. And despite Link keeping his eyes trained on the man, his barrier did not fall. Not once.

Crap.

How?! How could the Yiga mentally control metal?! How was he supposed to defeat him now?

The spiked sphere continued to crawl after him, a slow and steady reminder of what was coming. Link was trying hard not to panic. What else could he do? He didn’t have any of his other weapons. He didn’t have shock arrows. He didn’t have his bomb bag. Maybe he could parry the sphere? But he didn’t have a shield either. He cried, almost, thinking back to his prized Hylian shield sitting in the Inn at Kara Kara Bazaar.

What else what else what else

He knew one thing for certain though. He wouldn’t be able to keep up running forever. Not as weak as he currently was from all the stresses over the past two days and the lack of food. Yes, the sphere moved slowly. But it moved. And eventually he would tire.

The man took back the sphere and Link aimed, hoping his barrier would come down for one second, but no. All he did was pause before sending the sphere. Straight. Back. At. Him.

Goddesses above he wouldn’t last.

Was this his true Hero trial?

Was this how he would die?

He decided to try to use the windcleaver to generate some gush of air that would what? Move the giant ball? He was crazy enough to at least attempt because what else could he do? None of his weapons would even reach the man, even if he chucked them, let alone penetrate the seemingly solid blue barrier.

He ran to the edge of the dome, hoping to be a little out of the ball's range to give him some breathing room should this go wrong, but he had no such luck, because it came, hard and fast for him. He waited until it came close then swung the blade down and tried to repel it.

It obviously failed; no colossal, incredibly heavy, metallic sphere was going to shift with the mere power of air.

Belatedly, he realised that the fat man could afford to be fat. Who was going to hurt him if he could levitate himself out into a pit of no end so there was no hope of reaching him, put up a barrier that you had no hope of penetrating, trap you in a hemisphere so you were effectively at his mercy and was armed with a deadly weapon only he could control?

Link only had just about enough time to turn, for his fingers to hit the dome, before the spikes rammed into his back and Link heard himself scream.

He was used to pain, he thought distantly. He’d hurt himself so many times, from climbing accidents, to training mishaps, to when he’d first started fighting monsters, especially those Goddess damned Lynel swords, oh, wait, no, the crushers were worse.

But he’d never had enormous sharp cones ram into his back, upper thigh and calves, all at once. He was effectively pinned against the dome. And then the ball was pulled out, and shoved right back in.

And again.

And again.

And then for flavour, the fat man shifted it just to the right, so now his wounds grew and grew, until he was slowly ripped apart, until the only thing actually holding him upright was the metal sphere.

Link lost track of everything. He’d never felt so humiliated, so weak.

He’d never lost a fight.

What would happen now? What would happen to him and Zelda?

He felt wet, lethargic and so, so heavy. Which struck him as odd, especially considering he’d probably lost a lot of blood. Shouldn’t he be light?

Little spots of blackness coated his vision, somehow he blinked and he was on the floor, on his knees, the dome gone, his hands shaking trying to hold himself up. His blood rushed through his ears, thundering too loudly, and everything else was muted, muffled, and he could no longer focus properly.

"-oga! Did you se- I did i-"

Link must have blacked out again, because the next thing he knew he was being hauled by his armpits back into the cell, and his injuries were stretched even more, and Link screeched in pain. He was so far gone it was silent, and he lost consciousness yet again, because he practically fell on top of Zelda, landing on his front, in her arms. She was shaking, maybe? Or was it him? Probably him, but he couldn’t tell, and he heard her furiously mutter under her breath about hypo-something shock, but really, he was barely holding onto the few remaining threads of consciousness he had.

“Link?” She sounded frightened, but he couldn’t bring himself to respond. Instead, when he opened his mouth, he coughed up an alarming amount of blood. He felt some of it dribble down his chin and he heard her half scream in response.

“LINK! No! In - name of Hylia st- with me! Link!” She gently held his head in her hands, his head rolling in her hold because he'd now lost what little control he had over his muscles. He focussed on the softness of her touch, and how it contrasted so deeply to the agony that he was in, although everything was dulled around the edges right now, probably from the blood loss. He stared at the growing pool of bright crimson around them, it seemed to be coming from everywhere. Like he was a dam that had suffered too many hits and now all the water was leaking through. That wasn’t that far from the truth to be fair.

“Zel-” He tried to say something, to reassure her that he would fight to stay awake. But it ended in another, harsher, coughing fit, and it felt like Daruk had grasped his chest in his hands and squeezed. Dear Goddesses, he felt his vision start to fade again, it was already half faded, in all honesty. And it scared him, because this wasn't the same blackness he'd had after being knocked cold from a fight. This was darker, more permeating. It felt... more permanent.

She cried, and it pained him to see her tears for him, but the blackness forced its way upon him, and he slowly closed his eyes, trying his hardest not to give in, but even from the start he knew it was a losing battle. Vaguely he wondered if the sword would remember him. He wondered what would happen to his family, to Hyrule, to her, if there was no Hero for the Calamity. He wondered, if he'd had more time, more courage, if he and Zelda could have-

She cradled his head in her arms, gently brushing his matted hair away from his forehead, and he allowed himself a final deep breath, for her lavender to imprint in his mind one last time.

Link was not... scared of death. He knew it was inevitable, and there was a significant probability of him dying, either in the line of duty to the Crown, or against the Calamity, his destiny-chosen battle. But... he was scared now. He was scared of what the consequences of him dying meant. Her verdant eyes stared at him, and she was saying something but he could no longer hear. She was his biggest regret, he couldn't stomach leaving her, here and now, because who knew what horrors would await her once he left. So much guilt, so much shame, so much despair hit him, in the final moment but there was nothing left to he done. He tried to convey that to her, through his gaze, that he was sorry, for not being enough, for not doing enough, for failing to get her out of here- the list continued, but he was rapidly losing what little control he had left, and he felt his eyes glaze over. He’d seen enough death to know where he stood. Because everything ached, he felt increasingly weaker, and his breathing grew progressively more ragged, as stabs of pain shot up his ribs for every centimetre he inhaled in.

He gasped for air, one final time, trying to commit her to his memory, and that seemed to be the very last assault his body could handle. Because within seconds he lost all sense of the world, his final thought was of his silent princess, and of a lullaby, that would forever haunt him till the end of time.

[couldbeglorious]

HERE is my list of TMA characters as muse songs. its a gift, use it wisely. now with links! to youtube

jon - break it to me (s1-2) bc he wanna know. butterflies and hurricanes (s3-4) bc he feels so much pressure from the chosen thing and everything unravels. starlight (s5) yea i know, its bc he feels so far awayyy but martin brings him back ey yo he feels soft so far. i canNOT imagine this will remain the same song once the season's more advanced

martin - mercy (s1-4) plz help him, hes he tried to infiltrate but now he's losing. neutron star collision (s5) (ya the twilight song) bc the world is broken, and LOOOVE IS FOREEEVERR! ((((((and if they die, they'll die together))))))

tim - bliss, about him in s1 and then as in he's the narrator, then it could be towards danny or sasha or anyone really, let this boy be happy again

elias - hidden track (more seriously, take a bow) pretty self explanatory

sasha - shine acoustic, bc i was singing along to it and thought of sasha vibes

melanie - assassin, KILL YOUR LEADERS

basira - blackout, but theres a better fit somewhere

georgie - defector, free!

daisy - ruled by secrecy, wash the blood from your hands, this time, she won't understand.. someone stop me i'll transcribe the whole song

peter lukas - thoughts of a dying atheist, it feels like the forsaken

gerry keay - supremacy 🎸🎸🎸

gertrude - city of delusion, it fits really well i didnt expect that! hide from the all-seeing eye, i will avenge, justify my reasons with your blood

adelard decker - thought contagion, its got a vibe! it's too late for the revolution... and also all the stuff in germany

jane prentiss - animals, not really any song about bugs here! i picked it bc she was mad at her landlord and technically insects are animals right

michael the distorsion - panic station this is about the music video

helen the distorsion - spiral static, why not!

mike crew - falling down, not just bc the falling also bc its about uh escaping your circumstances? and he got out of the spiral's influence

annabelle cane - the handler, bc manipulating OR propaganda, bc the whole song is "this pretty lady is lying"

agnes montague - sunburn, obviously, like even without the burn parts it fits

jared hopworth - screenager, not because of the lyrics but bc muse wanted to play it with human bones

manuela dominguez - space dementia, bc darkshines doesnt fit enough

bonus the french guy from mag102 : i belong to you (mon coeur s'ouvre à ta voix) BECAUSE 1. love song 2. french in it once again sadly no direct bugs tho

bonus 2 : ive said it before and ill say it again you CANNOT convince me grifter's bone doesnt sound like execution commentary