#breathes happily

[moonlit-knightz]

finally! we get a 4k image of this iconic gay asf scene! 🤭

[sheikfangirl]

Post-TotK fluff ❤️

No more nightmares. Zelda is really back.

Link can sleep peacefully ❤️

Cheers!

[forza55]

Sebastian Vettel thinking about F1 return... | Sky Sports F1 via Youtube

[fictionadventurer]

There's something about reading really great writing that's so relaxing. You can just sit back and let the words wash over you, knowing that you can trust the writer.

[derrickwildsun]

I've been a Zelda fan since Ocarina of Time, and, as much as I've liked past incarnations of the character, BOTW/TOTK's incarnation of Princess Zelda is the first one that I've really loved. You get a great sense for her internal struggle, her love not only for Link but also for Hyrule and its people, how she puts everything on the line to save Hyrule, and how she ultimately overcomes everything in the end. Much like some of the past incarnations, she does help Link in both final battles too, so that's nice. But perhaps my favorite thing about her is I find the side of her that is obsessed with research to be absolutely adorable and endearing. I like to think that Link grew to love her the more he saw of her nerdy side. She's also my favorite Zelda design-wise; she looks amazing in all of her outfits, particularly her default outfit in both games and her ritual outfit in TOTK.

[pharawee]

[shannonallaround]

It still surprises me that some people, including Ian Flynn, are desperately trying to fit Sonic Prime into the video game timeline. Like? Why are you trying to fit a circle into a square-shaped hole? Sonic Prime is clearly its own universe, close to that of the games but purposefully not exactly like it. It’s like Sonic X or Sonic Boom, where each were designed to take place in their own worlds. Sonic X is an especially relevant comparison, as Sonic’s planet in there was mean to somewhat resemble the game verse, but then the show built off it like an AU. Sonic Prime is the same.

And despite Ian trying to slip things into the games to force everything into a single timeline (I am looking directly at the nonsensical name drops of Sticks and Tangle in Frontiers rn), it really doesn’t have to be that way. You are allowed to enjoy things as separate stories without feeling like it’s blasphemy.

[navinskizz]

Saw this art on X/twitter by @/DoodlesHeidi

What if varadha deva🥲

Let’s imagine

Imagine, Bilal and adhya were still driving and talking about varadeva’s past in that jeep but they get captured by radharama’s men and deva is asked to fulfill the promise and save them by her father. So, Deva goes back to khansaar and hides at first(he would hide in mahara for sure, shurbhi would be helping him)but soon varadha finds out. Of course he holds “whatever happened” anger against him and sends people to get deva. Deva first fights those men but let’s vara capture him cus he can’t harm him at the end. Deva tells him about adhya being captured by Radharama and he needs varadha’s help to save her(so kind of like the reason they are teaming up is cus they have same enemy and want adhya, deva cus of the promise and varadha cus of stamp on her) So, varadha decides to help deva save her and joins hand with him. As they continue with eachother, past memories flashes and moments when they talk about past and about their young selves cus that’s the only time when they were happy and together. They laugh and they cry and get drunk in each other’s scent and mouth🔥

Imagine. Imagine😭😭😭😭😭😭

Meanwhile Bilal is still telling varadeva’s story to adhya cus kidnapped or not she needs to know it all and pressured Bilal to continue it😌

[starzgaze]

which one should i prioritize 🧎

[sunflowercider]

The temptation to just steal Lloyd's famous Bone Dragon revelation about Javier and just pop it into my fanfic is SO strong. Yes you can wish the same sentiments about your friends, but good fucking lord its so romantic

[looking-for-a-sword]

I think I can finally, FINALLY go peacefully to bed now. I will sleep like a baby because Hannah “I don’t see them as romantic soulmates” Waddingham said “I THINK IT COULD HAVE GONE EITHER WAY”. Hannah - the queen she is - once again saved my life a little bit. 

For anyone who wants to read the article, you can find it here. (There are pro and cons re tedbecca so be aware)

Adding just these two bits as well:

“...I think undoubtedly they’re soulmates. Does it have to be sexual? Absolutely not necessarily. Is there chemistry beyond friendship? Yes, I think they do have that as well, just from the way they kind of play with each other.”

[sheikfangirl]

Post-TotK Fluff Visiting mom at work 🥹

Also, post-totk Zelda rocks a glorious PIXIE CUT !!!

So! Meet Zelda Jr, first born of a set of 3 Zelink kids. My own daugther imposed her post-totk Zelink family headcanon on me, so i have no choice but to comply😂.

They'll have a set of twins later with super predictable names, but that's a story for another post! Cheers!!

PS: The internet and all the new fanarts of Zelda with alternate haircuts are gaslighting me they are GLORIOUS AND I LOVE IT 😍

[garfunklyy]

Botw lore breaks my heart SO MUCH it's not even funny

[mister-eames]

That image of jgl in 500 days of summer in the dressing gown??? that's arthur, having just returned home from a long job, jet lagged and completely in need of coffee

Eames is desperate.

He knows Arthur won't appreciate him showing up at his actual place of residence. They have a thing, alright, and they do this thing in hotel rooms, motel rooms, safehouses and once, memorably, in a one-man tent, but it's an unspoken rule that they do not attempt to cross the threshold, the boundary, the personal demarcation of entering into ones actual home and into their personal space.

Needs must, however. Eames has six angry Russians with his name in their black book and he's only just managed to lose the tail. He needs to drop off the radar. If there is anywhere in the world more off the radar other than the mariana trench, it's here. Arthur's home.

Picking the lock, Eames does momentarily worry that he may burst into flame upon entering, or that arrows may shoot down the hallway out of the photo frames lining the walls, or perhaps a high security laser system may send him fleeing. No such things happen, to his relief.

He tiptoes into the kitchen, where he appears he isn't completely out of danger.

In one hand Arthur has a pistol raised and aimed squarely at Eames chest. In the other is a mug of what smells like coffee.

"What are you doing here?" Arthur asks evenly.

Eames stares. This man is not Arthur. It can't be.

Arthur lifts his coffee to his mouth, drinking a large mouthful at the same he takes the safety off with a definitive click.

"...You're wearing a dressing gown," Eames replies, dazedly.

It must be the culmination of exhaustion, somnacin and dehydration and being on the run these last two day. He blinks once, twice, but the mirage is still there.

Arthur is still in a dressing gown. He is still in slippers, hair a mess. He has stubble. He looks... cozy.

"Are you sick?" Eames asks.

"No -?" Arthur lowers the gun, looking at himself with a frown. "I just got off a job," he says, as if that explains anything, "and I said what are you doing here?"

"Need a place to lie low," Eames says, entranced by the way the gown is loosely held together with a grey, fraying belt, feeling the inexplicable urge to tug on it. To grip the soft lapels and tug those too. He swallows. "And a glass of water, please."

Arthur looks at him for a long moment. With a sigh, he clicks the safety back on and shoves the gun into his belt. He gestures to a kitchen stool. "Sit down before you fall down, idiot."

Eames sits down and gets his glass of water. The dressing gown, miraculously, doesn't disappear after he drinks it. Arthur cooks him up a plate of scrambled egg while Eames world-view is rapidly rearranging itself, and chews Eames out for compromising his home. Potentially, Eames reminds him. And then Eames draws him in for a kiss - mostly to stop his grumbling, but also because Eames may have missed his sweet, scowly face. Just a little. And he doesn't know how to ask for more salt without offending Arthur.

Arthur stops grumbling. Mostly. Then they do that thing in Arthur's kitchen. And on his sofa. And then in his bed.

Arthur keeps wearing the dressing gown. Like a fly caught in the web of a playful spider, he keeps Eames around too. Eames isn't sure which is more bewildering.

They do get good use out of the soft belt, in any case. It makes for a great blindfold.

----

One year later

----

Ariadne is desperate.

She knows Arthur won't appreciate her showing up at what she suspects to be his actual place of residence, but he had given her these coordinates under the condition that they were to be used in the, quote, 'most dire, most urgent, life-or-death emergencies'.

This was definitely that.

She isn't proud of the way that her fingers trembled while she picked the front door locks, the way Eames taught her. But needs must. Needs must.

She enters, worried that she's about to enter a veritable torture lair. Like maybe there will be shackles and chains and weapons everywhere and Arthur will be awoken from some kind of hibernation. Like a vampire bat. It is daylight, after all.

What she finds, as she passes through the hallway and enters the living space, indeed has her blood running cold.

There was a collection of well-worn Goosebumps books on the coffee table. There is direct sunlight and soft fabrics and pictures of what she presumes is Arthurs family - his friends. It could only be a home. That wasn't the most horrifying part.

No, what perturbs her the most was the unexpected, disgusting display on domesticity in front of her.

Eames and Arthur are sat at their dining table over plates of still-steaming bacon and eggs. Eames is reading a newspaper, in his pyjamas, three days worth of scruff along his lower face. They wordlessly pass salt and pepper and don't even seem to notice she's there until her sneakers squeak on the hardwood.

And Arthur, he --

"What are you doing here?" Arthur asks evenly, finally looking up.

He points his fork at her, which she finds vaguely threatening. She has seen what Arthur can do with a plastic spoon. A stainless steel utensil for Arthur is practically a bazooka.

"You're wearing a dressing gown," she says, dazed.

Eames lowers his newspaper then, smiling at Arthur and then at her. "Leave him alone, dove. He just got off a job." He nudges a mug towards Arthur who takes a sullen mouthful. "To what do we owe the honour?"

We?

Bewildered, She watches Eames watching Arthur, who is watching them both, struck by the out-of-placeness of it all. This placed looks lived in. They both look comfortable and scruffy. They are wearing each others mismatched socks. The TV in the living room is playing CNN, for christ sake. This is a goddamn residence. They live together.

"I didn't realise you two were -- uh --"

Arthur sets his mug down. "Is this an emergency or what? Eames, can you.. -"

He trails off but Eames seems to know what he means, rising from his chair to plate Ariadne a serving of bacon and eggs.

"It's an emergency," Ariadne confirms, taking a seat and digging in. God. The eggs need so much salt. "I need your help."

"Go on."

She takes a deep breath. "Yusuf asked me out."

"Oh dear," says Eames solemnly.

[frnkiebby]

These are my boyfriends and i love them very much but Frank's my favorite (I love them all)

listen. you need to share.~🎃

[rookflower]

i think my opinion on asc so far is that it has enough decent ideas and characters on the surface to spark interest and feel engaging but if you apply literally any modicum of scrutiny or pressure to any of the writing decisions then the entire thing just kind of crumbles and falls apart