#Forgive me if there are typos

[abgnsp]

devadas(telugu film)

soooo, i saw this film just now and i loved it. Looking for people who have seen it. The friendship between deva and das gave me ram and bheem vibes. The comedy was not stomachachingly funny and not bland comedy too, it was just right.

Sure it had a little of unrealistic fighting, BuT the plot and the acting of nagarjuna and nani was great with kunal kapoor (he kinda reminded me of the viliian in kaththi-the vijay film - Neil Nitin Mukesh)

I've usually seen these kinds of movie plot with nani's character as female and her changing the villian into a hero but this was different. The naivety of das and deva enjoying and learning from him was just pure fluff.

How did the rambheem shippers miss this?!

(And i watched this in a shitty youtube channel where the music was cut off so i missed a bit of plot and i dont own Netflix or hotstar)

I watched it in tamil btw

[dunmeshistash]

Shuro's Retainers and the flowers from their nicknames

I really wanted to see what these flowers look like so I compiled some information about them. I tried to find the best info I could but it might not be 100% accurate (Things like flower language can vary and I couldn't find much in English)

Maizuru

Real Name: Iyo Flower: Maizurusou (マイヅルソウ) English name: Snakeberry, False Lily Of The Valley Scientific name: Maianthemum dilatatum Flower Language (Hanakotoba): The face of a innocent girl

Hien

Real Name: Naka Flower: Hiensou (ヒエンソウ) English name: Doubtful Knight's Spur Scientific name: Consolida ajacis Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Lightness, cheerfulness, free-spirited living

Benichidori

Real Name: Matsu Flower: Benichidori (紅千鳥) English name: Japanese plum Scientific name: Prunus mume, Armeniaca mume Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Nobility, Loyalty, Elegance

Inutade

Real Name: Hijouhi Flower: Inutade (イヌタデ) English name: Bristled Knotweed Scientific name: Persicaria longiseta Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Reliant, Depedant, "I want to be helpful"

Asebi

Real Name: Unknown, Izutsumi Flower: Asebi (アセビ) English name: Japanese Andromeda, Japanese Pieris Scientific name: Pieris japonica Flower Language (Hanakotoba): Dedication, Always with you, "I want to go traveling with you"

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

maomao is so perfect like she respects the man who raised her will always listen to what he says. doesn't feel emotions strongly. hates her biological father just because. is forever loyal to the consort she served. loves money. bought a gift for that one girl who always shared gossips with her as she couldn't afford it herself liked seeing the girl happy and adored her as a lil sister even shed a tear when read her letter. is extremely good at connecting the dots. is always worried about that child consort and her heart was warmed to see the child found someone who cares for her. would harshly judge you if you didn't think the celestial nymph eunuch wasn't the most beautiful creature in the whole of creation. would run to save someone's life even getting punched wouldn't stop her. doesn't get affected by all the hanky-pankys that goes around her. might even give you her important hair stick if you are important to her. cares about her three sisters so much she'll make sure they end up with the kind of men they prefer. would hold a grudge against you if you chose her birth mother instead of her sister. very chill. can just casually wonder about the size of boobs of women the same way she always wonders about the missing equipment of the eunuchs. always thinking about abortion medicines is always making abortion medicines. loves experimenting with herbs and poisons. loves eating snakes would be extra happy if you locked her in a room with snakes as a punishment. wants to give birth once because she wants to eat her own placenta. very open-minded. always gives it her all

[strawberrymothteeth]

Lost in the woods AU Once a upon a time when you was younger. They got lost in the woods at girl scout camp. Being the loner of the girl scout group no one quite noticed that you have disappeared. Crying on one of the many dirt paths you meet young cryptid sun and moon. With their help you return safely back to your girl scout group but curious about the cryptids you would continously seek them out. Over that month you and the cryptid boys forge a friendship. But as all good things it must come to an end. But you promised you would come back soon but soon they fade into just a long forgotten memory.

Fast forward you are celebrating that Vanessa has graduated Park Ranger training and is now a Park Ranger at Fazbear's nature park; that used to be the girl scout camp you went to as a young child. (can't say national because they are a for profit.) But Vanessa has been acting strangely ever since she started the training but Vanessa would never do anything shady....right? Unfortunately your naivety your good friend Vanessa is planning to sacrifice you to her good lord and savior Springtrap. close ups and tidbits

Cryptid Sun: 🎇The more "nicer" of the two. 🎇He hides toys in his chest cavity to help try to calm down children. He tried it with Y/N but it just made Y/N more confused and panicked. 🎇Can summon fire sprites from his chest cavity. Often times this would be how he guides lost hikers/children back to their camps versus showing himself. 🎇When angry his face will be engulfed in flames. but do not fret he will be fine once he cools down his temper. This rarely happens but moon is very good at pushing his buttons. 🎇is the less upset one out of the two of them of Y/N not remembering them. 🎇 Him and moon learned how to speak and write through reading the horse books left at the girl scout camp. So they have an unusual amount of knowledge about horses. 🎇Can sense what is happening through the forest through the roots and can travel through the roots to whatever location he pleases at the National Park.

Cryptid Moon: 🌙The more "aggressive" one of the two. (he just thinks he is just blunt and to the point.) 🌙He is currently trying to fly under the radar ever since a hiker stumbled upon him feasting on his meal. (whether it was human or not is up for debate. Ask him and he will just chuckle.) 🌙His wings got singed back when Sun couldn't control his fire sprites. He got back on him by putting a bunch of termites in his bed. 🌙Is the more upset one out of the two that Y/N forgot them. Especially when they grabbed Y/N to play with them in the sky for Y/N to panic and get dropped in the lake by accident. 🌙Moon was the first cryptid for Y/N to stumble upon when they were young as well as adults. 🌙Moon is a huge sucker for anything sweet whether they would like to admit it or not is up for debate. 🌙If Moon is the one guiding hikers back he would usually scare them in the direction they need to go. but with children he tries his best to make himself not as threatening(doesn't work half the time) and guide them while holding hands. (big softie)

Y/N: 🐈‍⬛ remember sun and moon a bit but more of just chalking it up to imaginary friends. They do have a birthmark on their neck which he showed to sun and moon as kids. but in general very secretive about it. 🐈‍⬛is in transitioning and uses he/they pronouns. 🐈‍⬛very prideful of their pitiful t-stache. but a stache is a stache. 🐈‍⬛has a HUGE fear of heights which is why they panicked when Moon picked them up like they were besties. 🐈‍⬛gets easily lost so it constantly keeps getting lost in the woods. and Vanessa's cryptic directions aren't helping him at all. 🐈‍⬛is training as well to be a park ranger like Vanessa. He has known Vanessa for a few years before she started acting very secretive and a bit unstable. 🐈‍⬛is a lot more chill with Sun but that might change after he stumbles upon Sun enjoying a meal. they are slightly terrified of both but Sun and moon just want to hang out with their bestie(?).

[born-in-hell]

Edit: 20/04/2024: PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP LIKING THIS FUCKING POST. THIS IS FROM LAST YEAR B4 ALL THE THINGS ON FOREVER CAME OUT. I just keep it up for the sake of archiving.

IM BLOCKING EVERYONE WHO LIKES OR INTERACTS W THIS POST

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btw for all u 4haloers and eclipsedoers out there aparently forever's been signing ppls badges w a heart and telling them to ask bbh to sign his name near the heart

heres one of them!!

another one!! this is for the 1st pic

THERES A FOURTH ONE NOW

[planetdream]

— untitled 230923 // hwang hyunjin

this post contains; smut [piv missionary. kinda sweet. hyunjin is kinda pussy drunk. creampie.] 816 words

💌 shout out hyunjin. this is kinda mid but idc needed something short n sweet to write🤪

“Give it to me, c’mon,” Hyunjin has got you on your back, legs spread wide for him. Cock halfway inside of you, unmoving while his thumb presses against your clit, serving rapid circles against the bud. “Need you to cum for me again.”

His voice is so sweet, soft and plush; like he wants to sweet-talk you into coming around him. 

Though, truth be told, if he continues to rub your clit like this, you could cum at any second now. Cunt fluttering, spasming and sucking him in; begging, no, demanding for his cum. Hyunjin doesn’t fuck into you though, cock twitching inside you, obviously yearning to be fully encompassed by you—he continues his teasing. 

“Please… need more.” You’re practically breathless as you plead, voice cracking through moans. You’re dying to feel Hyunjin stretch you out more, especially when you’re spread out for him like this, completely at his mercy. All Hyunjin does is laugh at you. Leaning down to plant a sweet kiss to your lips, thumb still working against your clit. 

It’s all too much and not enough. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, thrusting your hips up just to feel something. The mixture of the wetness of your cunt and Hyunjin’s cum makes it easy for his cock to slide just a bit deeper into you when you move your hips down. Hyunjin stops touching you, though, just letting you move on him like a greedy whore. He looks down at you intensely, like he wants to devour you, taking in all your beauty. Your hair is a mess against the pillows, bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to silence your moans. Hands clenching and gripping at the sheets beneath you. He notices the tiny beads of sweat that are collecting between your breasts as your back arches, losing the rhythm you previously had now that he’s no longer touching you. 

You whine at the lack of contact, utterly needy, greedily grabbing at his hands to get him to do something, anything. Hyunjin just smiles at you, giving a cute, breathy laugh; leaning over you, thumb finding a home against your clit, moving in slow circles. “Gonna let me have what I want, hm?” 

You just nod and whimper, still slightly moving your hips. Looking up at Hyunjin through a fucked out haze, tears blocking your vision. Of course, Hyunjin gives you exactly what you want, unable to tease you for too long [mostly because you’re fucking clenching around him]. Sliding his cock out, leaving just the tip in before promptly thrusting his full length into you, burying his thick cock inside. Taking a brief moment to spread your thighs open for him, Hyunjin licks his lips, pulling out then thrusting back in; keeping a steady, yet, rapid pace—the tip of his cock kissing exactly where you need it. 

His hair falls into his face, strands sticking to his forehead, though he doesn’t care to fix it, all his focus centered on fucking his cock into you. Unlike you, who might conceal your moans, Hyunjin wouldn’t dare hide his moans from you. He wants you to hear every whimper and groan that comes out of his mouth, no matter high pitched or strained. You’re going to hear every obscene word and sound that comes from his mouth. His hips slamming into yours, small whimpers leaving his mouth with every impact.

Cock warm and being gripped by your cunt, twitching and pulsing, daring to spill his load again, but it takes everything in him to hold off. Unable to fully hold himself up, pressing his chest to yours, mouth immediately latching onto your neck, licking and sucking against your skin. Despite being too weak to hold himself up, Hyunjin continues to fuck into you, sliding out and then thrusting back in with the grind of his hips; practically humping you pathetically. 

Still, it doesn’t fail to overwhelm once again, just teetering on the edge of another orgasm, that pit in your stomach expanding. Holding onto Hyunjin, nails digging into his back as he continuously fucks into you, pushing you further and further over the edge with every inch of his cock. Cracked moans slipping from your throat, begging Hyunjin to continue fucking you like this. Cunt squeezing against his cock, milking him of his cum. Body relaxing, overcome with warmness as Hyunjin fills you with his cum, steadily rocking his hips into you until he halts.

Both of you watching intently—chests rising with heavy, still breaths followed by deep, shaky exhales—as his cock slips out of you, pearl white cum spilling out in succession, pooling onto the sheets. Hyunjin scoops some of his cum up with two fingers, bringing them up to your mouth to taste. And as you suck on his fingers, Hyunjin gives you a dark, lustful look that shows he wants to take you again. 

© PLANETDREAM 2023

[spyder8itch]

I’m making a post, tw: abuse, sa

Every single disingenuous “critique” of episode for that revolves around pretending that Angel was written “liking” his abuse is fucking disgusting. You are not making any commentary about the episode, you are showing how little you know about abuse victims. You also show your COMPLETE lack of media literacy around the subject

Poison is a song about needing your abuser. The way that they have you in their clutches. You know they are bad for you, you want to leave, but you feel like you can’t, you feel their poison taking hold of you.

Poison is about Angel’s struggle with his abuser and how he hurts no matter what he portrays. The reason it’s upbeat with the horrifically sad lyrics is because that’s the facade Angel Plays. He pretends to be the sexy, open, very down to clown porn star because that’s who he’s had to be to please his abuser. He can’t turn it off because if he does in front of Valentino, he’s horrifically hurt.

However, this is a double edged sword. It causes him to not only ruin his relationships with others by testing their boundaries and picking fights with them, but it leads him to self destruct. He can’t keep it up all the time. He openly admits to letting people drug him. He’s self destructing, trying his hardest to ruin himself because he thinks he deserves it and that maybe, just maybe it’ll keep him from being Valentino’s favorite toy.

This is WIDELY relatable to many abuse victims. We suffer socially from our abuse, not just mentally. We can become mean people. We lash out at others. And we can have codependent relationships with our abusers. We miss them. We want to be with them. Not because we LIKE BEING ABUSED BUT BECAUSE WE ARE CURRENTLY VICTIMS OF ABUSE. Abuse targets people who are vulnerable. People who don’t have a social circle, and creates one with their abuser in the middle. Abuse breeds codependency.

I am extremely critical of the Hellaverse. But callous commentary on the SURPRISINGLY NUANCED DEPICTION OF ANGEL’S ABUSE has truly soured me to Vivziepop critical spaces. You’re not “owning” Viv with that shit. Viv already got her season 2 and her paycheck. You’re hurting people who see their experiences with Angel Dust. You’re also telling on yourself that abuse victims can’t confide in you about their less than flashy and fun experiences/symptoms. Just so you know.

[no-see-um-incorrect]

How I think the Yuurivoice boys and their listeners would be grocery shopping 

A little backstory I grew up, broke as fuck (still am) and my mom taught me how to get the most groceries to feed the most people with what you have. So let’s see how the Yuurivoice boys are when it comes to grocery shopping 

Auron/Rook

Man is literally rich 

he doesn’t budget. He just goes to the grocery store (let’s face it it’s probably Whole Foods) gets what he wants and leaves. If Rook lives with him it’s not that different they just get more stuff.  but he’s very particular on things that he buys. 

Not the price on anything like that no  he will sit there, staring at two packages of essentially the same butter  for like 15 minutes. And when rook asks what he’s doing.  he gives the excuse of.

“well, if it’s going to take up room in my fridge need to make sure it’s worth the space” 

My man, it is the same butter in a different packaging. 2/10

Lucien/angel 

Lucien is like a child in the grocery store. He wants to touch everything he wants to look at everything he wants to get everything.

And unless it’s with like serious stuff Lucien doesn’t really know how to take no for an answer so somethings he actually succeeds in convincing Angel to get him when he wants.

angel has the problem of going to the grocery store when hungry. Causing them to buy a lot of extra snack things (that Lucien will just end up eating in one sitting anyway)

Lucien obviously gets a lot of looks when he goes grocery shopping by himself because 

I mean, he’s a big red demon with horns and a tail  it’s kind of hard not to stare. But the people at the local grocery store that they frequent kind of just accepted that that’s how he looks and he’s actually quite friendly with them. 5/10

Charlie/Casper 

(I am totally not biased because I kin Charlie  and because he’s my favorite I don’t know why you’d think that)

Charlie by himself is absolute Ass at shopping 

But when he goes with Casper, they’re the best duo for shopping. It’s like a game. One day out of the last week of the month when they both have the day off is when they go grocery shopping. 

Step one: wake up early in the morning, clear out all of the cabinets and the refrigerator of expired or uneaten food

Step two: use the rest of the afternoon to carve out a budget and a shopping list as well as a “reward budget”

(the reward budget is used to reward them if they go under budget and get all the groceries under the time limit that they set themselves)

Step three: night time.  one hour and 20 minutes before the store closes. Charlie sits in the cart with the grocery shopping list as well as a chart with the number of isles, and what is in each aisle. They have one hour to complete their grocery shopping.  if they complete it under the hour, they can use the rest of the remaining time and the reward fund.  check out the last 20 minutes. 

Absolute best at grocery shopping 10/10

Seth/scout 

These two both are a little dumb when it comes to grocery shopping. But they get the job done 

They eat a lot of the same things so they’ll get all of the ingredients they need or mixes they need in bulk  like

Bulk pancake mix, a pack of three jugs of milk(thank you Costco), a pack of salad mixes.

Unless Seth has a big meal planned or they’re going camping or they’re having guests over they mostly just get prepackaged things that are easy to whip up. overall pretty good at staying on budget and sticking to the list  7/10

Alphonse/boo 

Alphonse usually does the grocery shopping but when they go together  they do OK  decent is the word I would use to describe it. You see alphonse also has the problem of going to the grocery store hungry and boo Has to be the voice of reason. 

Sometimes Alphonse likes to forget that he has a candy shop so boo will look away for one minute and then he’s just gone. Boo will eventually find him in the candy aisle, comparing prices of taffy only to be reminded that he owns a candy shop.

Boo is not that much better…… they go in the baking aisle, and they will marvel over the new sprinkles or new piping tips  until Alphonse inevitably makes a dirty baking joke, and then they get their minds back on track.

Not the best for time, but not the worst when it comes to staying on budget and getting what they need 8/10

Faust/star 

I am convinced these two don’t know what a grocery store is. Once again, he’s rich. he just orders food.  I don’t think he knows how to cook either.  so they just order food.  all the time. and it’s a very particular order to.  not to mention someone who looks like Faust is kind of hard to forget so most of the delivery drivers know him by name. 

One time they wanted pizza and Faust remembered seeing a guy talking to Auron in a Sweet Pete’s Pizza shirt,  so he ordered from there and he gets Charlie as a delivery boy 

Charlie: delivery from Sweet Pete’s pizzeria! I got a large cheese, and a-…….. oh my God…

Faust: well, if it isn’t my brothers little bitch boy

Charlie remembers this interaction very vividly and tends to avoid this address at all costs  

Overall 0/10 I think this man would vomit upon seeing a Walmart 

Finn /sunflower 

The only time that he really goes to the grocery store for big trips is during the winter and fall 

(he gets very overstimulated and anxious in grocery stores)

He grows a lot of the vegetables that he uses in his every day cooking  and buys a lot of other things like for baking or specific recipes in bulk specifically so he doesn’t have to go to the grocery store too often but when he does, it’s usually either in the winter time or an ingredients run/stock up 

 Him and sunflower will get ingredients to make certain baked goods and different tea blends  but he always seems to get distracted in the garden section. Sunflower hast to forcibly drag him out of the garden section…..it’s becoming a problem 

Sunflowers usually very productive with their shopping  but they often times get lost in the clothes section looking at stuff that Finn would look good in (provided that he doesn’t get it covered in dirt)

Overall, they’re pretty good at sticking to budget pretty good at sticking to their list  not that great on time (i’m not gonna hold it against them) 8/10

Hope you enjoyed  it’s really late when I’m posting this, but I wanted to give y’all a little something that wasn’t a shitpost. Have a good night stay hydrated eat a snack bye. 





[im-queen-of-the-black-forest]

ALL! HAIL! BISCUIT!

Copia: *wondering into the ghoul common room, holding Biscuit the rat* hey guys! Who’s ready for game nig-*looks up to see every single ghoul minus Aether and Cumulus either on top of various furniture pieces or clinging to the ceiling* ………….. should I ask?

Sunshine: *hanging off the light* GIANT SPIDER SAVE YOURSELF!

Copia: *immediately leaping onto the coffee table* FUCK THAT WHERE IS IT?!

Mountain: *on top of the kitchen table* ITS BY THE TV* points to an UNNATURALLY LARGE SPIDER making its way in front of the tv* I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE WINDOW CIRRUS

Cirrus: *perched on the open door into the kitchen* IT WAS HOT I SAID I WAS SORRY! RAIN HOWS THAT NET COMING?!

Rain: * sitting on top of the fridge, furiously knitting* ITS GETTING THERE! CROCHET WOULD BE QUICKER BUT MY HOOKS ARE IN MY ROOM! DEW WHY DON’T YOU TORCH IT BEFORE IT EATS US?!

Dew: * on the back of the couch with Swiss* DO YOU WANT ME TO SET THE COMMON ROOM ON FIRE?! CUS THATS HOW YOU GET THE COMMON ROOM ON FIRE!

Swiss: it’s coming closer ITS COMING CLOSER

Copia: *screams*

Biscuit the rat: *having been gently placed onto the surface of the coffee table by Copia to make sure he wasn’t crushed* squeak? *carefully scurries down the table leg and bounds up to the spider*

Copia: BISCUIT NO!

Biscuit:* proceeds to eat the spider, stuffing each creepy leg into his little rat mouth before licking his lips and beginning to clean himself*

Copia+Ghouls:…

~A few Moments Later~

Aether and Cumulus: *entering the common room carrying pizza and several large bottles of vodka* Guys we’re ba-

*in the middle of the common room Copia stands, holding Biscuit up in pride of place. Biscuit is now munching on a piece of apple and having the time of his little rat life. All the ghouls are dancing around them and chanting * ALL! HAIL! BISCUIT! ALL! HAIL! BISCUIT!!

Aether: we were gone for TEN MINUTES…actually kinda impressed and this looks fun * hops into the circle, dragging a giggling Cumulus with him * ALL! HAIL! BISCUIT!!

[mukuberry]

"King of the masquerade"

I've seen quite a few people use this phrase as 'proof' that Kazui is secretly egotistical or proud of what he's done, so this post will be me breaking apart what I think he actually means

A king is the male ruler of a country, or in this case, the man who rules over the masquerade that Kazui lives by. A good king is strong, commanding, dominanting, someone who leads others and protects everyone within his kingdom. Someone who is respected and admired by all and feared by those who challenge him or threaten those he protects. In other words- a king is the height of masculinity. A strong provider.

Kazui is someone who, on the inside, has failed to become the ideal masculine man. On the inside, he priorities his emotional safety above others, he's timid and weak, he's manipulative to those closest to him, and he wants to be cared for rather than being the one who cares. Unfortunately for him, he isn't allowed to be anything other than the 'perfect man'. Even before he was born, he's had the expectation of being a strong man forces upon him, regardless of what he truly wants or needs. He isn't naturally manipulative, but has had to become so to protect himself. He lies and 'follows' the ideal of masculinity (the king) until he can become it himself- even though it's something he can never truly become.

But he's not just following the king in order to become like him, he's following him to get the king's protection. As said before, a king rules over and protects all those under him. A good king will look after his citizens, and as long as Kazui is under him, Kazui is given the safety he isn't allowed in his normal life. Kazui isn't just following any king, but the king of the masquerade- as long as Kazui lives under a mask, he is granted protection. He's only allowed to be safe if he hides behind a performance of masculinity. Kazui said it best himself, lies are "ways to live without getting hurt", and he will "lie until it gets better".

Even if the things I've just mentioned weren't true, even if they were Kazui flexing his ego or something similar, it wouldn't matter. I can't subscribe to the idea that this man is proud of what he's done because more than anything, what Kazui wants so deeply, is to be freed of his lies. To stop following the king.

Kazui is a man who has been torn between two desires his entire life- the desire to be safe, and the desire to be accepted as his true self. He cannot have both, if he wants to be safe he has to hide who he is, and if he wants to be true to himself, he has to put himself at risk. It's only after 39 years that he's finally made his choice to try and live as himself, but he can't just quit lying as he pleases. Dropping his mask means tearing down the kingdom walls and exposing himself to pain. He would have to live without the king's protection for the first time in his life and he is rightfully terrified to do so, he needs to be given patience and help in order to live freely.

TLDR: Kazui hides behind the masculine ideal. This isn't something he wants to do, but feels it's the only way he can be safe.

[brainrotisseriechicken]

sorry if u been asked this b4 but how did u come up with able's markings in Ur desigm?? gq

very intricate n cool(?) lookiing.. n do u have more arts of her

🐱

i dont normally respond to asks because im an anxious bastard sometimes but this ones simple enough not to fuck over iiiii think

anyways, her markings r based on (bridal) mehndi! little side by side

its definitely more obvious here, but yeah! i just wanted it to look more decorative than tribal.

i had a moose design w mehndi too which was the catalyst for this i think? idk i just figured I didn't want her skin to be so bare considering how much of it is exposed,

and errr sorry to disappoint but i dont draw much of her outside of the stuff i sell but here's pirate au cain n able as kids that counts right

!!!! transgender siblings !!!!!!

[ezdotjpg]

Supply Run

Hello here's a fic I wrote about Loft taking a trip back to Skyloft, pre the plot of bonus links. 1381 words!

Link’s favorite errand, head and shoulders above the competition, is making the trek up to Skyloft for a supply refresh. It’s why Zelda continues to ask him to do it, despite the fact that he always takes roughly 6 hours longer than he’s strictly meant to, and forgets at least one item on the list more than half the time. He should remind her, for the millionth time, that he loves her very much. 

“Thanks again, Luv!” he calls behind him as he makes to leave her stall, satchel full of all the necessary elixir ingredients they’ve been running low on. He double checked the list this time. Triple checked it, even. 

“Fly safe, now!” Luv shouts back, and even with his back turned he can imagine her shaking her comically large ladle after him. “I see you out there pulling stunts, you’ll give us all a heart attack one day!”

Link thinks he flies perfectly safe, thank you very much, but he promises to be very careful, and makes his escape from the Bazaar. Sunshine warming his face against the chill, he continues down the ramp, over the bridge, and into the residential quarter of the island. Few of the island’s older adults have agreed to make the move down to the surface yet, so while the area’s quiet, there’s still life in the buildings. He makes his rounds, popping in to each home to say hello and listen to the latest news, often several times over. 

“You’re looking thin again,” Henya frets, giving him a once over with a shrewd eye. “Are you sure you kids are growing enough food down there?”

He assures her that this year’s harvest was the best one yet, but she sends him off with several flasks of soup anyway, enough that he has to wedge them haphazardly in the satchel to make it all fit. 

“You look tired,” Batreaux tells him. He’d been overjoyed by the somewhat wonkily carved Keese Link had made to dress up the windowsill of his new home on Skyloft proper. Now, his brow is furrowed as he putters through his kitchen cabinets. “I’ve got a tea that might help, where in the world did it run off to?”

The packet of tea takes the Keese figure’s place in Link’s pocket, and as the door closes behind him, he tries to remember how many minutes Batreaux told him to steep it for. He never gets it quite right.

With all his visits finished, he lingers in the village square, pointedly not looking at the docks. He walks back to the neighborhood and checks on the island’s pumpkin crop, which looks fine. He catches a few sky stag beetles, and then lets most of them go. He sits by the waterfall and munches on a stamina fruit, kicking his legs over the side and getting his boots all wet. 

He’s half finished formulating a plan to break into his old academy room for no reason in particular before he finally, painfully decides that actually, it’s probably better to return home. Before the sun sets, and Crimson won’t fly anymore, and he’s forced to spend the night. Again. What a tragedy that would be. 

Back at the docks, he makes sure the satchel is buckled securely, briefly laments the ache in his knees, and takes off at run. At the last second, he twists his body around, launching off the edge with his arms out and his back to the land below. 

Link closes his eyes against the glare of the sun, and lets himself enjoy the freefall. His stomach swoops, his body weightless. Crisp air fills his lungs, the same air that tugs at his clothes and tickles his face with his hair. Falling on the surface is never quite this peaceful. Over the course of his quest, he learned what it meant to truly hit the ground, to feel flesh bruise and bones crunch. He made enough wrong footed steps, took tumbles off edges so high he thought they’d be the end of him, scrambling for the sailcloth.

Down below, there’s no failsafe, no guarantee that someone will catch you. The ground rushes up to meet you so fast. But here in the sky, he knows no one will ever let him fall too far. 

Speaking of, the couple of knights that still circle the island are probably getting antsy by now. He gives himself two more counts, taking them slow in his head, before bringing his fingers to his mouth. He whistles one sharp, clear note, and flips himself over into the proper position. It’s only a few seconds more before a familiar call answers. 

He grabs onto Crimson’s harness easily, though the rapid change in speed as she pulls up sends a painful zap up his bad arm. Crimson clicks her beak in apology, like she knows. He pets the soft fur of her back to soothe her. It’s his own fault, really.

It’s getting late. Batraeux was right about one thing: he is tired. He really shouldn’t do much besides simply flying home. 

But he sees Crimson so rarely these days, and her joy is a warm flare in the back of his mind. They circle around the islands scattered around Skyloft, making twirls and loops until he’s breathless from a combination of laughter and exertion, and the sun is beginning to hang dangerously low. Crimson begins her reluctant descent. 

As she hovers high above his front yard, Link gives her a hug around her neck, careful not to squeeze too hard. 

“Thank you,” he says. “See you next time.”

The jolt that runs through him as the sailcloth catches his weight certainly doesn’t help his arm, and he grits his teeth against it. Like always, Crimson stays in sight until his feet touch the ground. He stays rooted to the spot as well, waving after her until her form disappears over the treetops. 

It’s like a spell has broken. He lets his left hand drop, and all of a sudden, his limbs feel so heavy. It’s possible he’s overdone it a little. Every muscle in his body has a complaint it would very much like to lodge. The altitude change sticks in his lungs, makes the air feel thick enough he almost wants to cough. But he’d still call it the good kind of exhausted, the satisfied kind. With any luck, he’ll sleep so well tonight he won’t even dream. Dead on his feet, he shuffles his way onto the porch and inside the house. 

He kicks his boots off by the door, dropping the satchel as gently as he can manage it. Zelda looks up from where she’d been writing in a notebook on the couch, eyes crinkling as soon as she spots him. The house is full of warm, spiced smells and sizzling sounds, which implies that Groose is busy making dinner in the kitchen. If Link listens close, he can almost hear Groose humming.

“Welcome home, love,” Zelda says, setting her notebook aside. She doesn’t comment on his lateness, her smile knowing. He thinks, maybe, that it looks a little sad, too. That he misses it so much, that he lingers so long every time he gets the chance. Everyone on the surface misses Skyloft, but it’s different for him, isn’t it? It’s different. He can’t hide anything from her. 

Pushing the thought out of his mind, he makes a beeline over to the couch with the last of his energy, and flops over to join her. His head lands in her lap, and he can feel her body shake as she laughs at him. 

“That good, huh?” she teases. He makes a vaguely affirmative noise, curling up comfortably as her hand comes to rest on his head. He feels every ache and pain acutely now that he’s no longer standing, but it’s easy to ignore with Zelda’s fingers combing through his hair.

“Did you get everything on the list?”

“Mhm.”

“Double checked?”

“Mhm.”

“Hey, was that Link just now?” That one is Groose’s voice. It sounds closer when he speaks next, like he’s poked his head around the corner. “Babe, no sleeping yet! Dinner’s gonna be ready soon!”

“Don’t worry,” Zelda says. He’s already failing at Groose’s request. “I’ll wake you.”

[robottheodorlasso]

You heard it here folks. Lance has confirmed that he played Trent as having a crush on Ted.

Taking all shipping/fandom goggels off to become much more earnest for a moment: as a queer person it is honestly kinda comforting knowing that Trent was played with this crush in mind, and that he had been doing so from at least 2.08, when Lance was told Trent was gay.

There was a big part of me that saw this headline and responded with “well duh.” But that didn’t happen by accident. writers and actors did have to put in work. And because of the nature of how long it was known on the production that Trent was gay, this revelation doesn’t feel like it’s pandering to fans, atleast it dosnt feel like that to me. now that I write that out, I think that’s the most important aspect of this to me, the fact that this dosnt feel like fanservice.

Look, Its not groundbreaking to say a gay character has a crush on a self proclaimed straight character. I’m not heaping the show or Lance with praise for this. I didn’t need confirmation to keep me engaged with these characters. However, as someone who so often sees queerness in characters that the writers had no intention of putting in there, It’s just nice to know I was actually picking up on something that was intentional for once.

[jelzorz]

Things you said out of fear

(with references to ia158)

It was once, he said. Never again, he said. Dark magic is oily, and it’s been two years but Callum can still feel the way the power had slithered under his skin. It tasted bitter then, and he might have wanted to throw up a couple of times when he fell into that sickness afterwards but when he woke with the secret of the Sky arcanum unlocked in his heart, he could still feel it on his tongue like grease even the power of the Sky could not wash away.

He swore afterwards that it would never happen again, and why should it? He’s not powerless anymore. He will never be powerless again. He can protect his friends and his family now without resorting to something so vile, and nothing, he thinks, could ever tempt him to do it again.

Until Finnegrin is dangling Rayla over the mouth of a sea serpent, and there is nothing else to lose.

That’s the thing, isn’t it? It’s all just perspective, all a matter of what he thinks he can lose and what he can’t. His morals, his dignity—what use are they to him without the thing that really matters? Why does it matter if he’s a good person or not if he can’t be a good person for the people he loves most? And Rayla finds out later because of course he does, because he’s foolish enough to ask her how to pick a lock when she’d known he was chained by the wrists below deck as she hung over her certain death, and she…

“I don’t blame you for it,” she promises. He’s still fiddling with the handcuffs they’d borrowed for lock picking practise, and Callum can’t stop thinking about how much easier it had been—how much easier it would be just to turn them into snakes. He knows the words. There are probably ingredients in Viren’s old dungeon if he cared to look.

“Shouldn’t you?”

“No,” says Rayla firmly. “You were scared.”

“What else am I willing to do, then?” he demands. “What else am I willing to sacrifice? And are you seriously telling me you’d just let it happen, every time?”

“How many times are you expecting to have to save my life?”

“As many times as I need to!” says Callum. “Rayla, you have to understand—you mean everything to me, and I—” He looks away. “I’m scared I might do something you can’t forgive. That I might…” He swallows. “Turn into someone else.” Someone that she can’t love.

Rayla twitches her lips grimly, and he knows that she gets it, that she’s scared of what’s happening to him too, but she reaches for him anyway: takes the handcuffs away and holds his hands within hers.

“It doesn’t matter what you did,” she says quietly. “What you do. I’m with you. No matter what.”

She offers him a smile, a promise that she means it, and Callum tries not to shudder because that scares him too.

[adobedragon]

“You can do this,” Pidge says, reaching for his hand. “I know you can.”

“Thanks,” Lance says. His hand is slack in hers but he leans down, forehead to hers. The gratitude in his eyes fills her with both warmth and a note of guilt.

Here at the possible end of all things, with everything at stake, there’s so much she wants to say. Words never come easy for Pidge. Least not words that are bound up in messy organic stuff like emotion. Science? She can pontificate on science for hours, but verbal expressions of feelings? Confessions wrought of vulnerability? Nope.

Nevertheless, she knows she hasn’t always been the best of friends. From the day she laid eyes on him, the silly, scrawny boy dancing before the Galaxy Garrison academy’s assignment board, she’s loved him. But also resented that love, because she was made to do bigger things than pine over hopeless crushes. Resentment begat jealousy, more resentment and frustration, and it honed her tongue to a fine edge, cutting him with teenage cruelty.

He’s forgiven her, right? He’s hers now, against all odds. But an apology is still in order, a recompense for adolescent slights. But the apology has stayed in her mouth, held not by her usual stubbornness, but fear. Fear that her apology for past slights will remind him of who she is and isn’t. Katie “Pidge” Holt. Blunt, science-obsessed, a far cry from fairytale princesses schooled in the gentle art of diplomacy.

Cold, hard logic, that which orders her life, dictates that her fears are irrational. It’s not like he’s forgotten the past. He loves her despite, possibly even because of all that she is and was. But the apology still hangs in her mouth.

I’m sorry for all the times I made you feel stupid. You’re not stupid. You play dumb too much, but you’re smarter than even you know.

Instead, she gives him what she can at this moment.

“You’ve got this. I believe in you. The whole team believes in you.”

[ofburningskies]

Here’s a little blurb because this tiktok simply won’t leave my mind! I am in desperate need of shotgunning white claw with josh rn

Thinking about retiring back to your place together after a night out but still wanting to keep the night going for a little while longer, opting to stretch the hours out with whatever drinks you have leftover from last weeks party you two hosted.

Still feeling the lasting effects of the plentiful shots you took at the bar, you two stumble to the kitchen where he presses you back against the island, placing heavy kisses to your desperate lips reeking of tequila. He is so desperately eager you can taste the lime he meekly used as a chaser because somehow despite his drinking habits he never truly braved the sting that comes with downing a shot.

In some impressive swipe of elegance he pulls a can of white claw out of the box abandoned on the floor, you don’t even notice when he manages to poke a hole into the bottom of the can with some knife laying around. Your mind is much too caught up drunk on both liquor and the heady scent of him to truly pay attention to every fine detail.

Before you know it his lips are pressed to the can, drinking down the seltzer in thirsty gulps. You cant help but watch his Adam’s Apple eagerly bob before he pulls the can from his lips, pressing his thumb to the hole momentarily. Wiping his glistening lips with the back of his free hand, he moves the can to your lips already parted in flustered awe of what you just witnessed. You quickly feel the alcohol on your tongue as you instinctively angle your head up to take more of it down.

You watch him with intent eyes, heavy with want which he reciprocates. He wears a proud smirk on his lips whispering his praises and encouragement of how you’re taking it so well, egging you on to finish it. Of course, you do, pulling away before briskly licking your lips with eyes now evidently more hungry than before.