a tree in the wind

So with the Great Deku Tree in BotW I was wondering if he was the same Deku tree sprout from Ocarina of Time (since you know, Great Deku Tree died and all).

But I also saw how he didn’t really look like the Great Deku Tree from Wind Waker who is canonically The Deku Tree’s sprout.

Since WW is on the adult timeline and BotW is on the child timeline I was thinking that maybe he just grew differently ‘cause y'now, different timelines.

But then I remembered that in the child timeline the Great Deku Tree’s death most likely never happened due to Ganondorf being sealed….

…So the Great Deku Tree in BotW is most likely the very same Deku Tree from OOT.

He’s back (or rather he was never gone…)
My man is back.

California storm

My gentle oak trees wait, still
in the delicate light, their wide branches
careful in the wind.

There is a heartache of green
against the sky,
where the clouds always keep their promises.

Shy shadows move with your breath
the air is rich and deep enough
for both of us.

Your hands are so open,
 tender as the hills.
Once this storm learns your skin
the rain will last forever.

4ever-tuckington-lover  asked:

For the ask prompt thing (if you're not already swamped with them) could you do Tuckington with 4 (Tucker being the one in trouble or something) or 8? Whichever one you want because I honestly couldn't decide which one I wanted more tbh. Thank you!

Dragon Age AU inspired by @powerfulpomegranate‘s post.

Content Warning for mentioned passed addiction.

dawn’s first light

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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

—  Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

As she stepped out of the car, carefully avoiding puddles of collected rainwater in her nice (and new) heels, she navigated up the old stone path to the gate at the front of the establishment. Brightly colored leaves drifted from the trees around her, shaken loose by rain and wind. They gathered on the ground and Dragica considered the poignant contrast their color made against the drab world. There had been a time in her life when she had felt like one of these leaves, drifting helplessly in the grip of time and the decisions of others, a time when she had been human and fragile. She plucked a leaf from the air and turned it over in her hand, the fragile thing crumbling at her touch before she let it fall again, continuing its inevitable descent. Perhaps one day she would join the leaves, dying and discarded, but she had not wrenched control of her fate from the hands of men to let it slide away so easily.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.