#its probably a bad sign

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

I really gotta stop making decisions when I’m rageful

[emberglowfox]

birds of a feather

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He was just being a silly little guy!

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[blueskittlesart]

*sigh* thoughts on Nintendo's botw/totk timeline shenanigans and tomfoolery?

tbh. my maybe-unpopular opinion is that the timeline is only important when a game's place on the timeline seriously informs the way their narrative progresses. the problem is that before botw we almost NEVER got games where it didn't matter. it matters for skyward sword because it's the beginning, and it matters for tp/ww/alttp (and their respective sequels) because the choices the hero of time makes explicitly inform the narrative of those games in one way or another. it matters which timeline we're in for those games because these cycles we're seeing are close enough to oot's cycle that they're still feeling the effects of his choices. botw, however, takes place at minimum 10 thousand years after oot, so its place on the timeline actually functionally means nothing. botw is completely divorced from the hero of time & his story, so what he does is a nonissue in the context of botw link and zelda's story. thus, which timeline botw happens in is a nonissue. honestly I kind of liked the idea that it happened in all of them. i think there's a cool idea of inevitability that can be played with there. but the point is that the timeline exists to enhance and fill in the lore of games that need it, and botw/totk don't really need it because the devs finally realized they could make a game without the hero of time in it.

[wraithsoutlaws]

shit aint so bad.

[sonknuxadow]

this is probably an unpopular opinion with the amount of "everyone is married with kids" type future aus people make for sonic characters but i cannot see sonic getting married or having a kid ever. if he did somehow end up with a kid hed be the worlds first transmasc absent father or however the joke goes

[holisticdogpark]

everybody talks about how scary it is that 7 8 9. i think it's time we asked if maybe 9 DESERVED to be eaten.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

reopening the ask box is like... just finishing vacuuming shed cat hair, and then immediately going and petting said cat vigorously & watching with delight as So Much Fur sheds right back onto the floor

[flowerflamestars]

Now that the multiverse theory is real, I want your take on the whole "Nesta and Manon would kiss if they met" take.

Also, noticed how everyone outside of the Inner Circle, even people from other dimensions, instantly like Nesta. I think my girl was meant for more

Honestly, I hate the multiverse nonsense with a deep, deep passion, but I will forever engage with the showing off this nice fine hill I'll die goddamn mad on: Manon, witch queen goddamn supreme, would rather be fucking dead then beg some mortal man to MARRY HER.

Are you kidding SJM? Joking? Deranged????

(listen. The ship makes sense as a symptom- it's a straight journey from dead mortal true love > suicidal grief + life ruined > hey lets fuck the beautiful lady who might literally eat me, don't worry if I like her too much, she's basically indestructible. But for Manon? I'll accept that she fucks men but literally everything else happening makes zero goddamn sense.)

But back to the topic: I think they WOULD kiss (bi Nesta can be pried out of my cold dead hands), but I do not think they'd stay together. They're too alike! It's not a balanced relationship.

But you know what, it would be like. Soulmate level ride or die forever friendship. Manon and Nesta. Elide and Elain. (Are these friends or alternative versions of the same characters). Nesta is literally IN CANON called a witch (as an insult. For reasons. Because faeries hate...maybe not real witches? For sexism. Mostly).

And I would much rather see Nesta tromping around rebuilding a witchy kingdom than trapped as an abused baby factory. Much!! It would appeal to her skill set and she could have an appropriately mean best friend. They speak the same emotional language. They've been through some shit. They want a better world and maybe also to be free, forever. It's ideal.

[molluskzone]

blake age timeline ^-^ im gonna make one for everyone i think

[volivolition]

has anyone considered the fact that im the most tired boy in the world.

[shepards-folly]

Like an angel crushed underneath god’s boot [+ wip images under the cut]

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

brainstormin'

[no27-autonation-honda]

another weekend, another job rejection!

[lethesbeastie]

I miss being able to do more than 3 things in a day.

There's something wrong with my body, with my brain. Something I haven't put a name to yet, though I've got hypothesis of what it might be. Something is plaguing my body, weighing down my limbs, my heart, my head.

Do you ever feel as if you live your life wading through water? Like you've been drowning for years, chained by your ankles to am impossible weight, struggling inch by inch across the open ocean floor?

Probably not.

I'm starting to realize the way I live is far from mundane, farther still from humane. I struggle to eat. Struggle to shower. To stop. To rest. Like a shark underwater, I swear on God it feels if I stop moving, I will drown.

I can't stop moving, can't sit still, can't escape the static that starts to stutter up my spine the moment i try. It hurts to sit more than it hurts to move, more than it hurts to grind my own joints into dust, chasing the slender phantom of nervous system regulation.

Stimming, I'd said. That's what the pacing is, that's why I have to stay on my feet from the moment I leave my bed, that's why I can't ever, ever sit still.

I'm not so sure about it now.

It hurts to sit still. Hurts to move. Hurts to think and think and think, to have ideas, to want to Make, but to be denied release by the exhaustion that plagues my body.

I'm tired. So tired. I am tired of feeling tired, of feeling both everything and nothing at all. Nervous system circuits short circuiting inside me, I'm impatient with my own exhaustion, desperate to do anything except to search for rest. No one has ever taught me how to rest.

There is something wrong with my body. Something I'm trying to name (something that the doctors will claim is nothing at all), something haunting me, parasitic in its nature, in its pupputeering of my aching, shaking hands.

I want it to get better. Want to stop feeling half dead and less than alive when I rise to greet a day that's almost over. Want to stop seeing the disappointment in my mother's eyes when once again, I cannot gather myself into some semblance of humanity long enough to do the god damned dishes.

I'm trying to fix this mom, I promise. Thank you for doing the dishes for me. I'm sorry I can't get better fast enough. Yeah, I'm tired of my bullshit too.

[lambfromfield]

ohhh new media is all fun and games until “nothings changed” “everything’s changed.”