#reeling literally

[angelwiththeblue-box]

art credit to @caitmayart

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[fernsnailz]

guys. murder of sonic the hedgehog is really good

[mwagneto]

how i sleep using cracked spotify premium apk instead of paying and using newpipe apk instead of youtube and using firefox instead of chrome or opera and not paying for any streaming services and downloading movies and shows straight onto usb drives and not connecting any of my accounts and never giving my full name anywhere and not logging into google anywhere and never seeing a single fucking ad no matter where i go

[dirtgrubber]

“it’s obvious that you’re on the hunt for your BOYFRIEND!”

from Of Saints and Sinners by @morningstarwrites

[pactw]

"i didn't expect the eggs to be such a big deal!" paraphrasing, but like. quackity. how. how??

the server said, "okay, here's a baby. no, really, an actual baby: fragile, new to the world, and alone. not only that, it's your baby. they're hungry, they're stumbling, they're trying so hard to live against all the impossible odds. and since they're your baby, you are the only one who can keep them alive. if you don't care for them, they'll die. it will be of neglect, plain and simple, because they're a baby.

oh, and they love you back, by the way. this is your baby and they toddle by your heels and babble at you (with signs) as they try, usually, to do what you tell them to do. they do this because you're their parent, it's clear that they love you. eventually, they start talking and they call you apa, abuelo, mama, dada -- and then they tell you, to your face, that they love you.

you fed them, played with them, protected them, tucked them into bed in a room in your home. you sang them to sleep, bathed them, dressed them, taught them skills and morals. you can see yourself reflected in their personality, their interests, and even how they look (leo's red hat/chayanne in the skull 'fit). they're your baby."

...and then he expected a series of (vaguely) sane people in their 20s/30s not to immediately become sick with devotion?? to be in tears over the silly little eggs?? like, no joke, if that had actually been the outcome i would have thrown every psychological and anthropological text i own in the trash in a fit of disbelief 💀

[ectonurites]

CHAPPELL ROAN THE LATE SHOW [2.15.24]

[koddlet]

CHAPPELL ROAN BAD ROMANCE STUDIO VERSION WHEN 🗣

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Prompt: Either Time and Malon have announced they're having a baby or Malon has just had a baby and they're introducing them to the chain when Time finds some big insecurities from one of his boys he doesn't expect; Wild. Thing is, Time (and to an extent Malon as well) is the only parental figure he knows. Any memories of his parents are long gone along with any record of who they might have been so Time acting in a familial manner means a lot to Wild. But he's worried now that the man is an -actual- father that it means he'll be withdrawing that affection from the chain (himself, really) in favor of focusing on his child. Time goes above and beyond to prove him wrong.

Sky glared grumpily at the postman as he delivered mail to everyone. Legend snickered and elbowed his friend, making the usually cheery knight even more sour.

“Chin up, Sky,” Wild chuckled. “Nobody can outrun that guy from what I can figure. At least that’s what the old man says.”

Time didn’t even flinch at his mention. It wasn’t new - he tended to tune out the younger ones what they got rambunctious. But something about the intensity of which he was looking at his letter from Malon caught Wild’s attention.

“Everything okay?” Twilight asked, also picking up on it.

Time glanced at Twilight, eye fixed on the younger man, then back at the letter. Then he closed both eyes and smiled.

“It’s fine,” he said quietly, folding the letter.

“That looks like more than fine,” Warriors noted, wiggling his eyebrows. “What are you hiding, old man?”

“Is Miss Malon okay?” Wind asked, poking his head over Warriors’ shoulder, having been sitting on the ground behind the captain, who had plopped on a stump.

“She’s fine,” Time replied warmly. Then he sighed a little, gentle cheer dashed by a cool, worried gaze.

“That wasn’t very convincing,” Four whispered to Twilight.

Time glanced around at the group, now that everyone had honed in on him. Then he seemed to come to a decision, huffing a little and saying, “Since none of you seem to know how to mind your business, then I’ll tell you.”

Warriors scoffed, “I’ll have you know I am perfectly capable of minding my own business until gossip is involved.”

Hyrule laughed. “It’s pretty funny listening to people’s drama in town, honestly. But I hope there isn’t drama in your house, old man.”

“There isn’t,” Time assured him. “But there will be someone new living there.”

“Is it that Ingo guy you got mad about?” Sky asked, tilting his head to the side.

Time outright laughed. “No, Sky. No. It’s… Malon’s pregnant.”

The group went silent for a long while before it burst into excited chatter. Warriors was the first to congratulate Time, with Sky coming shortly after, followed by Four and then everyone else in quick succession. Wind excitedly asked about baby names, Sky interrogated him about what course this journey might take now, if they should find a way to return to Lon Lon Ranch—

That was probably the point that Wild felt his stomach twist into knots.

He didn’t quite know what was wrong, at first. He congratulated the old man alongside everyone else. This was a great occasion, after all. But Sky mentioning how maybe Time would want to visit Malon really made Wild realize…

Was he going to leave the group now?

Wild… didn’t want him to leave.

It wasn’t that he was particularly close to Time, more so than the others. Wild was closest to Twilight, after all. But… something about the eldest Link was… comforting. Guiding. Wild couldn’t put words to it, except that… it reminded him of… he didn’t know. He just… he couldn’t remember anything. He didn’t know anything. But the Hero of Time became a staple in his life the last few weeks, a father figure of sorts (and he knew he wasn’t alone in this—the worried disappointment that Wind was trying to hide, the way Legend suddenly became aloof as if already distancing his heart from the matter, the way Sky took four steps away from their leader after running up to him to congratulate him—these were all indications of the same sentiment) when Wild could hardly remember any family at all… and he… was going to lose him too.

He supposed the only true constant in his life was Zelda.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know this journey would come to an end, but he hadn’t expected their group to lessen during the journey. It had been horrifying when Twilight had almost died - now Time was going to just leave them? Leave him?

Wild found he couldn’t speak after his initial words of cheer for the old man, and he started to slink away into the woods. He wandered aimlessly, shivering a little, feeling far more alone than he had in a while. He tried to cheer himself up with some kind of logical argument—even if he does leave, you still have the others, you have your brothers, you have Twilight—but none of it quite filled the hole that was quickly forming.

At least this time he’d have a chance to say goodbye.

Wild eventually made his way back to the camp just in time - Warriors had been readying to search for him, and he didn’t want to cause such a fuss. He avoided Time for the rest of the night, settling in to take first watch as everyone else went to bed.

He hadn’t expected Time to sit beside him.

“Something’s bothering you,” Time said. It wasn’t a question, but it was held in the air like an invitation.

Wild sighed. “I… wouldn’t worry about it. We’ll find a way to get you home, old man. Wouldn’t want you to miss your actual family.”

There was a period of silence, only interrupted by the crackling of the fire. Wild felt a strange ache in his chest, a longing for someone he could no longer remember. He shriveled into himself a little, shoulders slumping, letting time pass by as he looked into the flames.

“Link… I’m not going home.”

Wild didn’t register the words for a moment, still lost in his own mind and thoughts, before he blinked and glanced over at the older hero. “Wait, what?”

“My place is here,” Time explained quietly, almost what seemed gently. “I would never abandon all of you like that. I love Malon dearly, but she isn’t my only family.”

Wild wasn’t sure what to say to any of this, but the hope in his heart couldn’t be ignored, and he burst out, “You’re not leaving us?”

There was something about Time’s expression that Wild couldn’t quite read. The older hero’s eyebrows seemed to relax from their previously stern position, face softening, eye looking Wild over. “No, young one. I’m not leaving. What we will do, though, is turn back towards the town. I want to write to her. I want all of us to write to her. We’ll have to keep tabs on how she’s doing far more often.”

“Why all of us?” Wild asked.

Time reached forward, messing with the teenager’s hair as he smiled. “If I’ve had to parent all of you, then you’re certainly earning the right and responsibility to ensure your new little sister is alright.”

Wild yelped a little at the gesture before laughing a little, swatting Time away. “Sister, eh? You think it’s a girl?”

“Goddess, I hope so. I have enough boys to take care of.”

Wild’s laugh nearly woke the entire group at that remark. When he’d settled, Time smiled at him, laying a hand on his shoulder. The gesture was reassuring, a physical representation on the promise that Time hadn’t spoken. He didn’t need to. What he’d said was enough.

The ache in Wild’s chest didn’t squeeze quite so hard. But he yearned for the contact, and so he leaned forward a little, just a little, just enough to be perceived without invading the man’s space. Time understood the motion for what it was, and he smiled a little more, pulling Wild into a hug. For the briefest moment the champion felt a little silly or embarrassed at the vulnerability he’d just shown, and then he decided he didn’t care - if he truly viewed Time as a father figure then he should be comfortable showing such insecurity around him. He’d done as much with Twilight.

Twilight. Time’s descendant. Between being viewed as a brother by Twi and a son by Time, Wild actually… he really…

He let out a shuddering breath, and Time’s hand swept up and down his back slowly.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, Wild actually felt like he belonged in a group, in a team, in a family. He could imagine the Champions smiling at him, and the tears finally did fall.

[wallbeatjournal]

[jamesheathridge]

images that make me crazyyyy

[1-800-kami]

a belated holiday drabble but... imagine doing a gift swap with GOJO SATORU except he pulls the biggest surprise card on you at the end.

"okay... favorite color!" gojo's on the opposite end of the table, reading off the list of gift categories you had to get each other on his phone. you both put each other's gifts on the table at the same time: he got you a fluffy blanket of your favorite color, and you got him a pair of reindeer socks adorned with satoru's favorite.

"i'm hogging this blanket for myself, baby." you tease, and your boyfriend laughs, but it's not that usual carefree laugh that you often hear from satoru. this laugh was shaky—like he was nervous about something. you brush it off for now, but keep his nervousness in the back of your mind.

“…something that reminds you of them." he's reading off the next category, and you gently push the other gifts aside to put the new ones on the table. you simultaneously place the gifts, and he smiles at what you got him: kikifuku. this surprises you, because normally, satoru'd be bouncing off the walls at just the mere mention of mochi.

your worry is replaced with excitement as you see the gift satoru had gotten for you: a pack of the snacks you'd been craving for a while. "you know me so well."

"how could i not?" he says with a cheeky grin, and satoru looks at his phone, exhaling shakily at the final category. it's now or never. "something to do together."

"i didn't really know what to do for this category..." you sheepily mumble, pulling out a puzzle set and placing it on the table full of gifts. "i hope this is okay-"

you're stunned into silence as satoru wordlessly places his gift on the table. this idea certainly was out of the picture, but you're not complaining.

an engagement ring.

you let out a watery laugh as you stare at the glittering diamonds, soon to be on your fingers. so this was why your boyfriend—or should you say fiance? —was so nervous. you're fighting the urge to walk across the table to attack satoru with kisses. "when i first saw this category, i knew it was too good to pass up, because of course i want to spend my entire life together with you. you're the only person i'm willing to share my kikufuku with—and i'm perfectly okay with you hogging the blanket even though i'm freezing my ass off in the winter. id also love to do that puzzle together, baby.

i could talk for hours on end, but what im saying is that i love you. i love you so much, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you until we're both grey and old and we have little grandchildren running around our house. i’m so nervous right now, you don’t even know, but, y/n l/n…..

will you marry me?"

[panthermouthh]

Caring about Frankenstein was a mistake because I was just subjected to someone’s Horrid take out of nowhere and my nervous system reacted like a gun went off next to my head

[strawberrycowtime]

started thinking abt the kind of music they would listen to. thought abt it for to long. bon appetite 👍

[vastly-fixated-devotee-667]

STOP drawing Lukas with big muscles and toned arms and whatnot. he is a WIMP with NOODLE ARMS.

[somewhereincairparavel]

I'm not obsessed with Jason Grace. I'm merely giving him the love he didn't get all these years. 💅