#hmmm that will be a separate post

[sapphicfromthehip]

genderfluid she/they/he lesbian butch bc that’s what i am and i say so

[krystaldeath]

Cotl Textposts

Alts:

[mcnuggetclub]

the way henry looks at alex

[impossiblefeat]

Espio being very supportive to Knuckles potentially losing the Master Emerald forever to save the universe in Sonic X.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Lovelies, I commissioned @smilesrobotlover and she did not disappoint, so have a scene to go with her fantastic art <3

Link had never dreamed of being in a situation like this.

It was difficult really to say what he could and couldn’t imagine being possible anymore, given that a time traveling miniature guardian had helped save Hyrule from destruction, but this was still more than he could have ever thought would happen.

With the castle floating in the sky, the former king frantically taking control of a terrified and fracturing nation while the queen was missing, and Zora’s Domain barely holding together after a phantom version of its own prince tried to kill its king, Link was ready to fall apart at the seams. His fellow champions were in disarray, Zelda was gone, Mipha had to recover and hold the Domain together while her father healed from an attack that was staged to look like Link was the culprit, and—and—

And his son snuck after him when he went to help the rest of the kingdom.

It was honestly… fun. Exciting, even. But also completely terrifying. His little one was too young to be in such dangerous situations, but his magic that he was seemingly cultivating helped shield him from danger.

Link tried to hold on to the comfort of still having support, despite the chaos. Mipha was working to help the Domain realize that Link had not, in fact, attacked King Dorephan (a majority of the Domain already understood this, but it was hard to refute when the imposter looked like Link), and his father was working with the Hyrulian soldiers to reel in monster encampments, allowing Link and Koden to move somewhat unobstructed across the country.

Somewhat unobstructed. As in, there were still monsters for him to fight, and oh how Link worried, but also—

Link snarled as he shoved a bokoblin with his shield. He heard a grunt behind him, a pleading appeal followed by his son’s shy voice, “Papa! Papa!”

Koden didn’t sound distressed, but Link felt his heart skip a beat nonetheless. Turning, he saw his boy standing seemingly calmly as if there weren’t a battle happening right in front of him, and he signed that he had to pee.

Of all the— “NOT NOW!” Link yelled louder than he really wanted to as another bokoblin shoved a sword too close to his face.

Koden whined, starting to do a little dance, and Link finally finished off the last of the horde that the larger ‘blin had been leading around the field. Sighing heavily, he wiped the sweat off his brow as Koden started to hop all around him, only stopping out of curiosity when he saw the monster parts left behind.

Link sighed heavily. “Ok. Now we can go pee.”

He could practically hear his father laughing at him.

[spaciebabie]

would smash leshy

[inamagicalhallucination]

i love ride and die ada i love when in fics they hate anyone on principle of them hurting an agency member - even if said agency member does hate them

that fic where dazai's a spy and oda misunderstands shit and thinks dazai sold out his children and that he hates him for thinking that after he realizes the truth or whatever and dazai thinks oda still thinks he sold out oda's kids and kunikida wishes he'd pushed oda into the river when he'd had the chance ??

the fic where chuuya doesn't listen to dazai after dazai calls him after odas death and dazai hates him/is hurt by him so the entire agency hates him on principle and atsushi and them do anything and everything to keep him away from dazai ??

fucking gold

i love this dynamic w/ everyone in the agency btw its just that a lot of their past ppl r actually really shitty - headmaster, mori, etc - and i like the funny dynamic of the other person genuinely being okay but the ada hating them on principle and that rlly only comes w/ dazai's emotional constipation

[the-flame-is-gone]

Honestly, putting together info from Story Time is so funny when you think over everything. What do you mean Ms. Leading’s death was supposed to look like an accident but her body was found IN THE CHURCH??? WHAT WAS THE PIMP AND THE PRIEST THINKING???

[girl-hobbit]

lost the logins to this account so now i can only use girl-hobbit in chrome and not the app :/

[demon-simper]

Just a random anon here and I've been seeing all this bird Edmond stuff which is neat and the implications of the fact that no one was aware that Edmond is a winged is hilarious since that also meant that Kuya and Blade were also not aware. Most of the clan members I understand but the idea that Edmond even managed to hid from Kuya and Blade is funny. Or maybe Blade is aware but never says anything, who knows.

SJDJSJSJ I KNOW RIGHT??? Edmond got them mad skills for hiding- I know that, canonically, he's a pathetic, awful liar and has poor acting skills, but it's infinitely more fun to think that he managed to hide his true self from the most curious e-droid on Klein and the know-it-all, old fox xD

Maybe it's because the Winged are neither human nor yokai, and just an entire different type of entity (?) and the feeling they give off it's been long forgotten / not widely known and they just. didn't clock him??? LMAOOO

Blade it could make sense in the aspect that he lived in the dead zone for a loooooong time, focusing on his mission and whatnot. Now Kuya??? I ain't got a clue, but then again, this man lost to Old Maid because of an optical illusion in the back of a card, so

I love to see more people enjoying the AU BEA came up with~

[forest-hashira]

just got a couple comms back so expect to see them later todayyyyy

[skunkes]

do not let cheye put on barbie as "background noise" he'll spend the entire run time going fullscreen frame by frame on every scene with ken in it instead of working

[v8nom]

can i request nahyo? I just love them so much. I feel like nayeon can see how much pressure jihyo has to face as a leader, because she’s the oldest she understands how much falls onto her.

jihyo mentioned when she was younger the pressure of training became too much and she ran away for a day. could you write something like now she’s older and that depression and anxiety creeps back in but maybe it’s darker like suicidal thoughts because she’s been through so much of people being mean about her body, maybe she runs away again and thinks about killing herself but Nayeon goes to find her? Feel free to interpret things how you want to!

yes! I love the dynamic of jihyo being the leader but not the oldest, so she has someone to lean on.

truly not sure how I managed to write this at 2 AM and then finish it in the morning. its like 1.6k words too like woah where did i pull this from lol

But! I hope it fits a least a bit of what you were imagining :)

--TW-- suicidal thoughts, but nothing massively graphic or intense

--

Jihyo doesn’t feel very good.

She’s cold, it’s dark, and she’s sitting in a parking lot in view of the Han River at… 3 AM.

She feels awful.

She’s shaking and her hands still rest on the steering wheel, there’s a pit in her stomach that she can’t tell is from hunger or impending doom, and she hurts. It’s not the physical kind of hurt that a few days of rest could solve, but the deep, soul-sucking emptiness that’s tearing her apart from the inside.

It’s all finally come to a head: group schedules are in full swing as normal, but on top of that, solo promotions are coming up and the press has decided to take a nasty turn on her. She needs to be a good leader, a good soloist, and a good idol, and the pressure is too much. 

So she ran away.

Just like she did once as a trainee, she’s taking the easy way out, running away from her problems as if sitting in her cold car in a desolate parking lot would make her feel better.

Last time she didn’t even have a car to sit in. She sat on a bench, feet kicking in the air as she didn’t think about anything. Didn’t think about her uncertain future, nor her concerns about her skills, nor the comments others made about her body. She sat there, stared at the river, and wondered if disappearing forever would make it all easier.

Jihyo wonders the same now, except she shouldn’t. She’s successful, incredibly so: she has performed in many countries to many fans who love her, she’s made projects that she’s incredibly proud of, and she’s been a damn good leader through it all. But somehow all that makes this feeling worse.

Because she should feel happy, grateful, good, so why does she still feel so bad?

Her fingers weakly tap the steering wheel as she stares into the water in the distance. The moonlight glints off it in a certain way. The choppy waves are mesmerizing.

If she jumped in there now, she’d certainly disappear. It wouldn’t be nice, but it would be done, and all her problems would be solved. 

Well, not solved, they’d fish her body out eventually and they’d probably make more comments about her. God, even in death they won’t let her have peace. 

She wants to bark out a laugh, but she’s frozen to the spot. 

Her mind slides back to a loud emptiness once again.

Rap, Rap, R-

Jihyo nearly jumps out of her skin at the sound of someone knocking on the passenger side window. She squints blearily into the darkness to see a familiar bunny-toothed smile.

“Let me in,” Nayeon mouths, miming her opening the door.

Jihyo, utterly shaken, does as asked, unlocking the doors so Nayeon can slide in, blowing hot air on her hands. “It’s cold out there! Turn the car on for some heat, will you?”

Jihyo stares at her for a second, gaping. what is she doing h- how did she get here? There are no other cars here.

“Jihyo-yah, the heat.”

Right. Jihyo turns the car on without another blink, automatically adjusting the heat for Nayeon.

“Thank you,” Nayeon says, clicking on both their seat heaters with a wink.

Jihyo finally manages to string some words together. “How did you…?”

“Get here? Taxi. Figured you could give me a ride.”

She shakes her head, that’s not what I was asking.

“Oh. Find you?” Nayeon shifts, staring out into the darkness for a long moment. “I figured you’d be here. You were here last time, remember?”

Jihyo nods. Last time, back when they were both trainees and Jihyo was having the same thoughts. The only reason Jihyo returned to her dorm was because Nayeon found her that night. 

Nayeon sat next to her on that bench for hours, a couple of them spent in complete silence and a couple spent full of Nayeon’s voice, but never of Jihyo’s. Nayeon had eventually convinced her to come back because Jeongyeon would “become tyrannical” if Jihyo wasn’t there, and a couple of new trainees had promised to cook some Japanese food for them, “it’ll be fun,” Nayeon said, “We’ll stick together, I promise.” And she’s never broken that promise.

Not even now. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

Jihyo shakes her head slowly. Her throat feels tight, too tight to get much air in let alone words out. Even if she could, she doesn’t know what she’d say. 

Nayeon nods, accepting it as her hands run along the silver accents of the car door. 

Jihyo feels her heart rate pick up the longer Nayeon sits there. It’s not because of Nayeon, it’s because of everything else. It’s about what happens after this time with Nayeon, how she’ll have to push forward and be that good leader, that good soloist, that good idol. 

She’s so tired of pushing through it.

Jihyo’s knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.

She finally wheezes, throat too tight to hide her panic from Nayeon anymore, but she can barely hear what the older woman says past her heart pounding in her ears.

Long fingers gently peel away at her sweaty ones wrapped around the faux leather, and Nayeon uses her hold on them to guide Jihyo to face her.

“Hey,” her eyes are searching, her face is kind, “I’m here, it’s okay.”

Jihyo’s thoughts whirl too fast for her to muster up a response. Thankfully, Nayeon doesn’t seem to expect one.

Hot tears stream down Jihyo’s face as her hands tremble in Nayeon’s steady hold. She’s panting heavily and her eyes can’t pick a spot to settle, but she manages to completely avoid Nayeon’s gaze. She doesn’t want to know what she’ll see in it.

“Let’s slow it down, Jihyo-yah, breathe in when I squeeze, okay?”

She nods, closing her eyes as she tries to settle into Nayeon’s warm touch.

Jihyo doesn’t get panic attacks often, but in the rare case when she has gotten them and hasn’t been alone, Nayeon has always been there with her, so she knows the drill. 

It’s embarrassing every time, and part of her still wants to sink into the seat beneath her or run far, far away, but she’s been working on accepting help from others. It clearly hasn’t been going very well, seeing as she’s here, but at least she didn’t run when she was found. Baby steps.

Having the position as leader for many years now has forced her into creating such strong, thick walls around herself that she has a very hard time letting down. A good leader is a strong one, one that doesn’t waver in the face of challenges.

And here she is, having a breakdown in the face of a challenge. How pathet-

“Jihyo.”

Nayeon’s voice cuts through her thoughts, the older woman ducking down so she can catch Jihyo’s gaze when her eyes snap open.

“Stay here with me.”

Fuck. Nayeon can be attentive when she wants to.

Jihyo nods, taking a shaky breath in time with Nayeon. 

Neither of them speak as Jihyo fights through her panic, so the only noise that fills the interior of the car is her harsh breathing, her slow progress being acknowledged by affirming nods. 

Eventually, her watery eyes meet Nayeon’s when she feels like she can breathe properly again - mistake. The acknowledgment of her situation sends a fresh wave of tears through her.

“Oh Jihyo-yah,” Nayeon says, holding her arms open.

Jihyo collapses into her, sobbing in her hug. It’s a bit awkward over the centre console, but she doesn’t care. Nayeon is warm and soft and she wants to be held by her forever.

“I— I can’t do this,” she warbles into Nayeon’s shirt. “It’s too hard.” 

Nayeon hums, hand coming up to caress the back of her head. “It will be hard,” she agrees. “But you’re the Park Jihyo, fierce leader of Twice, upcoming hit soloist, you can do it.”

Jihyo shakes her head. “Not this time, unnie, I don’t think I can.”

Silence falls over them again, the car once again filled with the sounds of Jihyo’s sadness and despair. 

“Really, unnie,” she says after running out of tears, sniffling. “I don’t know if I can.”

Fingers card slowly through her hair, she feels Nayeon’s chest rise and fall. “You’ve been through harder.”

“Not debuting as a soloist,” she mutters.

“True. But we’ve had more stressful schedules as a team.”

Nayeon isn’t wrong, but Jihyo isn’t exactly happy with her words. “It’s different,” she insists.

A grunt. “Yeah,” Nayeon sighs. “But I have an idea.”

Jihyo waits, nodding when it seems like Nayeon wants permission to continue.

“How about we have a good sleep tonight, and tomorrow we’ll make a plan. We’ll take it day-by-day and try to sort everything out, so at least you know exactly what you’re doing.”

Jihyo hums, mulling it over. Given that there is no real solution to this, and that her situation is inevitable, this is probably the best she’s going to get. She feels a spark of hope - it’s a good idea.

“And,” Nayeon clears her throat, voice suddenly rough, “we’ll stick together, I promise.”

The callback to many years ago brings a fresh bout of tears to her eyes that Jihyo blinks away into Nayeon’s sweater. “Yeah,” her voice wavers, “sounds good.”

A kiss is planted on the top of her head.

They stay in true silence for a long while, both lost in their thoughts. Jihyo listens to Nayeon’s breathing, smooth and steady.

Eventually, Jihyo breaks it. Her body starts to ache from the position, and she realizes how exhausted she is. “I can drop you off at yours?” She offers as she pulls back, shaking the heaviness out of her arms.

Nayeon shakes her head. The older woman snags the car keys from the cup holder between them. “I’ll drive us to yours.”

[bucephaly]

Wait did I never post my thesis prints on tumblr. Hello

[0809sysblings]

i get hooked up to the mind image-extractor thing in milgram and its just a video of two guys beating the absolute shit out of each other

[sysig]

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