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CONFUSED AND CONFUSING

@punishandenslavesuckers / punishandenslavesuckers.tumblr.com

Multi-fandom cosplayer/fanficcer/space-marine fangirl. Submit writing prompts to me and I will write them. Call me Rae.

thank u so much for interim my GAWD, it found me just as i was being sucked into totk and while I was in a treatment program for ptsd and your writing, your characterizations, the happy ending??? exactly what i needed to feel newly inspired to break my own curses. this story understands trauma and your writing is a gift and im super grateful!!!! ♥️🤭

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Baw. Thank you!! I wrote it intending to have a happy ending. I had like three possible endings, some of them more brutal than others, but all of them were hopeful in resolution. I think breaking patterns and cycles is a theme I love to visit in my writing. Interim is no different.

Thank you for reading!!

Who was Zelda’s PA and were they compensated fairly because my girl was:

  • Running a school
  • Discovering new species
  • Remodelling her home
  • Making Link new clothes
  • Leading a new research division
  • Giving out recipes (for humans and goats)
  • Building a plant nursery
  • Creating memorials for the Calamity
  • Coordinating kingdom-wide rebuild efforts
  • AND investigating the new Gloom mist

All right before she disappeared. Her calendar must have been whack.

This is the power of being the only person in the world with a Blackberry.

Anonymous asked:

what would Draga think about the new statue in Zora's Domain?

“They… built a statue of…”

Link gestures furiously and victoriously at the gleaming monument to that one time the Zora prince and future king let some (at the time) yokel ride him like a water bound horse to battle.

Draga is pinching the bridge of his nose.

“This might be a cultural difference—“ Zelda starts out, soothingly.

“Don’t patronize me. I just… they’re so proud of it.” He sounds so helplessly baffled the other two snicker. “I agree with you, actually, Zelda. Zora are a little insane as a baseline I now realize. I haven’t really spent much time in the Domain so…”

Zelda nods sympathetically. “They are really nice. I think is how long they live? Being optimistic is in the societal values.”

Or they are fucking with him, Link signs too quickly for Draga to follow.

“They keep — with total sincerity — calling me a most trusted friend and trying to invite me to things. Water-based things. I do not know what to do with that.”

Link signs, Be nice?

Draga wrinkles his nose. “No.”

Anonymous asked:

have you finished all the memories in totk, and if so, what order? I went out of my way to try to get them the way the game wanted me too to maximize the gut punch factor. it worked 😥

I got all the tears memories from the glyphs, but I’m still missing memories according to purah pad so I’m just waiting for those to present themselves a bit.

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by the way i'm the reason why they send weathermen into hurricanes and shit. "it's needless and dangerous!!!!!" i don't care. every day i call into CNN and demand they send their most pathetic newscaster into a storm to watch them be knocked down by wave and wind and they sigh and say yes ma'am. and i do this all for nasty, sexual purposes, if you were wondering.

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my favorite part of this post is people started tagging it with names of characters i've never heard of so i got curious and googled them and like a third are just tagging it as their local weatherman. very funny.

anne carson: simple moving poem about awkward dinners with not-quite-friends and the ennui that comes with realizing this mundane unhappiness is all adult life is sometimes

insane people on twitter: has she ever tried being happy? i like going to dinner with friends, what’s wrong with her? she can afford to go out to dinner, she shouldn’t complain. just be a cooler hang, skill issue. this isn’t my exact experience (i like my friends) therefore this poem is bad and unrelatable and pretentious. she can’t debone a fish? loser.

going through the quote tweets with my jaw hanging

The poem's about feeling disconnected and rejected, and the audience stumble over themselves to avoid connecting with it and to reject it. I kind of like how closely the sad fictional world of the poem and the callous reality dovetail together 💔

#i would never be sad i would never be sad i would never be sad <- internal monologue of the commentary