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DESTINY 2 Cinematic Trailer (2017) PS4/Xbox One/PC

I love this trailer so much you guys. I’ve been a frustrated Zavala stan putting up with nothing but Cayde, Cayde, Cayde for three years then Bungie gift us with this wonder. Oh god my feels, let me count the ways:

* We’re so used to seeing Zavala as this unflappable, stoic, well, wall of a man, it’s so moving to see his first moments as a bewildered, newly raised Guardian.

*It looks like he was seated in a chair in that ship, was he killed during a crash? That sucks, dude. Was he piloting an exodus ship from the Reef? I NEED TO KNOW.

*That montage of him dying over and over. God, he had the worst time getting to the City. But even so, taking on a bunch of Fallen with nothing but a spear? Zavala’s got moxie.

*The fact that the City was only a bunch of yurts when he arrived, he must have gotten there really early. Zavala is oooooold.

*The little background details; Saladin looking on while the Speaker preaches, Shaxx (WITH TWO HORNS. COUNT ‘EM, TWO) eyeballing him as he walks through the village, like, “Who da fuck’s this guy? Is he good at punching? I WILL TEACH HIM.”

*That battle sequence, omg. I’m assuming it’s the Twilight Gap. That shot of the three Titan bros standing shoulder to shoulder? CHILLS.

*Ikora helping to rebuild the wall, *SCREAMING.*

*I cannot deal with Zavala smiling at the kiddie refugees and bby Amanda Holliday, I just can’t. He’s got that strong-yet-tender thing going on and it destroys me. Hell, Zavala smiling in general is such a rare thing, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY. It just reinforces my headcanon that Zavala crochets hats and scarves for the City children.

*Of course he’s badass enough to be both a striker and defender. Of course he is.

I love Zavala. This trailer is everything. Did I mention that I love Zavala? I love Zavala.

I was just reading the comments to @porcupine-girl’s coffee shop AU Here Come the Dreams (it’s lovely, by the way) and I thought of a prompt: Openly gay NHL prodigy Eric Bittle, just recruited to the Falconers, stumbles upon a wonderful coffeeshop in the his new team’s home town. He doesn’t understand why the handsome young man behind the counter (Jack Zimmermann, who opened his shop in Providence before the NHL put a team there) is acting so strangely, but Bitty loves the man’s coffee and loves the man’s latte art.

(Jack, meanwhile, is d y i n g, because Eric Bittle is everything he wanted to be?? and so hot??? and is FLIRTING WITH HIM he cannot even deal)

When my mum moved out of home, she got herself a Rough Collie she named Jessica Mary Winch (Winch was her maiden name). Recently I have been pining for a Rough Collie, but I don’t know if I could handle a big dog or such a full-coated dog.

i’ve watched homecoming and my feelings are real and overwhelming so have some awkward dad! tony and precious! peter

Why am I here?”

It isn’t that Peter is ungrateful, not one bit. Stark’s couches are way more comfortable than the ones he’s got at home, Stark’s desks are equipped with all kinds of features that no 15 year old would ever require to do simple homework, Stark’s windows are long and only slightly tinted and give way to an amazing view; basically, Stark’s everything is somehow just better.

But this, what they’re doing, isn’t making a whole lot of sense.

Tony doesn’t look up from the tablet in his hand, simply makes a confused sound. “What do you mean why?”

Peter shakes his head, looking around incredulously before settling his eyes on Tony. “I mean, there’s no work, no mission, no Avengers protocol that’s been activated, but you sir, went out of your way to invite me over. And I’m not sure I understand why.”

Tony does look up at this, eyes narrowed accusingly.

“I didn’t go out of my way, wha-“

You called me,” Peter interrupts. “You called me, on my cell, right after class. You called me, told me to come, and even sent Happy to make sure I got here.” Happy was anything but, well, happy, to constantly play the role of chaperone/driver for a 15 year old. Peter could understand that, no hard feelings.

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“I think I like you.”

Min Hyuk’s love confession is so heartwrenchingly poignant in its simplicity - there are no huge gestures or flowery words just raw and brutal honesty and unadultered sincerity. It’s important to confess and let the other person know that you love them because how else is BS supposed to know unless MH tells her? GD has apparently liked her for some 10+ years but he never told her nor did he do anything which would make her suspect it; therefore it’s so apt that MH has been using his actions not just his words to show his love to her.

MH knows that this is perhaps the most important moment in his life and if he messes this up he will regret it forever therefore he’s trying his damnest and going out of his way to express his emotions and convey them to BS. He uses every means at his disposal to make her realize and understand what he feels for her - his words, his eyes, his touch,… - HE TAKES HER HAND AND PLACES IT ON HIS HEART to make her see what he feels for her, that’s all true, to convince her.

He even pulls her to him, making Bong Soon take another step towards him but the DECISION whether she takes the final step - acceptance - MIN HYUK LEAVES TO HER. He has done everything he could and he is basically telling her: “I like you, my heart is hurting for you, I can’t bear the fact that you might love someone else, I cannot sleep and have come here in my pyjamas to confess my love to you because it can’t be contained any longer. Please, say something, deal with it because there is only so much I can do on my own…”

Alright look, you can parallel Stanley and Mabel all you want, but you can’t just ignore all the parallels between Stanley and Dipper

you can’t call Mabel only Dipper’s protector when in every single dangerous instance he is always the one putting himself in front of her to protect her

and she is always the first person he’s worried about protecting

you can’t ignore that the bully that calls Stanford a loser looks like Pacifica who calls Mabel a loser, and that Stanley and Dipper are always ready to defend their twins

Stanley and Dipper were bullied in the past, Stan for being weak and Dip for his birthmark. They are not anymore because they hide their insecurities instead of embracing them as Stanford and Mabel embrace theirs

  • “It was terrible. I was the weakest kid on the playground.”
  • “Kids used to make fun of my birthmark until I started hiding it all the time.”

and knowing that Mabel is a little odd and unashamed of it is what draws Stanford closer to her

  • “I like this kid! She’s weird.”

You cannot say that Dipper ditches Mabel to pursue the supernatural when he always wants her, just her, to come on adventures with him like Stanley just wants Stanford to go adventuring with him

  • “Everything was fine until you started bringing your friends around every night. I mean, hanging out with you this summer’s been fun. But, now you’re always with Candy and Grenda, and I’m… like… just, left behind.”

and you cannot say that Dipper doesn’t sacrifice his wants for Mabel because he sacrifices more than she does and this is what Bill Cipher literally knows and uses to manipulate Dipper in Sock Opera into making a very bad deal with him.

And the only thing that changes Mabel’s mind about giving Dipper up for her show is remembering everything Dipper has done for her.

I’m not saying Mabel’s not like Stanley in some aspects; she obviously is. But let’s not ignore Dipper’s loyalty to Mabel, alright? Sock Opera was a really important episode. The twins’ issues weren’t really resolved here, and I feel like it was foreshadowing a lot to come, especially because some of the twins’ dialogue parallels the Stans’ flashback down in the portal room.

  • Stanley: “You’re selfish!”
  • Stanford: “I’m selfish? Look at you!”
  • Dipper: “You’re obsessed!”
  • Mabel: “I’m obsessed? Look at you!”

and this confrontation

looks an awful lot like this future confrontation between them

All the Perfumes of Arabia

The alarm blares, interrupting their conversation, but that’s usual. It’s the first sign of normality he can remember in his whole life, he thinks. And, like always, they have to drop everything to deal with the crisis, forgoing what is most important to save the world or something like that.

But when they have a breather, he tries to answer her question. He cannot think about anything besides the weight of his actions, but Jemma is the blood in his veins and not a thought at all, so he musters up enough courage to give her what she deserves (everything, she deserves everything) and finish the conversation.

“I do want to stop her,” he says quietly. “I just. I just, don’t want…anybody. To die because of me. Not again.”

On the other side of the desk, Jemma regards him evenly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I understand that, Fitz. I do.”

He doesn’t see how that’s possible, how she can possibly understand that he is soaked through with other people’s blood and he cannot bear one more drop no matter whose, how she would still be standing here with him if she knew what he had done.

“But we need you,” she adds. “No matter how we stop her we can’t do it without your brain and hands.”

“These hands?” He scoffs, holding them out to her helplessly. “I can’t do anything with them. Everything I have made has been to protect you and other people I love and instead I hurt them, over and over. I’d rather sit on them for the rest of my life than try one more time.”

Both hands are shaking, good and bad—though that’s just a relative term, isn’t it? His hands will never be good and whole again no matter how much he washes them. He can’t look away. All his life he had gloried in the work of his hands, and now they are nothing but a grief.

He is so concentrated on his blood-red hands that he doesn’t hear her coming, doesn’t notice she’s right beside him until her cold white fingers are wrapped firmly around his, somehow enveloping him despite her smaller size. He goes to jerk away—she shouldn’t get his mess all over her—but she refuses to let him go. Instead, she lifts their clasped hands to her mouth and kisses his thumbs one at a time. “Jemma,” he says, because it’s all he can.

She looks at him from beneath her eyelashes, but there is nothing teasing about her gaze. “We all have blood on our hands, Fitz. I have as much as you, and more. I can’t understand all you’re going through, but I know a bit about guilt and I can tell you that whatever bad you’ve done does not diminish the good things you’ve done as well.”

“What good things?” he asks bleakly.

His heart sinks at her silence. Even she can’t think of anything. But then she turns their hands so his are lying palms-up in one of hers, and she traces his creases and callouses with one finger. “I could tell you,” she says slowly, “a good thing you’ve done for every bone and ligament and tendon in both our hands. But you wouldn’t believe me. So I’ve got another idea: make this one last thing with me, and I will bear the weight. And then we will leave and do other things with our hands—bake cakes and paint rooms and grow vegetables, and hold each other, and never let go.”

He thought he had cried every last tear left in him, but one trickles down the side of his nose. She catches it before he can, cupping his cheek in her palm and stroking her thumb across his cheekbone. He doesn’t deserve her, he knows that. But he remembers, suddenly, that she has blood on her hands, too, but that would never stop him from loving her. If he can give it, he ought to allow her the same privilege. Turning his face into her hand, he kisses right over her heartline.

“I don’t know if I can,” he says, and she hears what he meant.

“We can, Fitz, and we will. Some things are inevitable.”

He looks down at where she is still holding his hands, thinking of another time he thought his world had ended and she dared to reach out and clasp them in hope of a different future. It’s not so different now. He still cannot see how the future he expects will change. But she was right then, and he hopes with all his heart that she will be right again. He trusts her more than himself, after all.

Slowly, his fingers curl around hers. “All right,” he says, feeling sick but sure. “But don’t let go of me.”

“Never,” she says.

A book to avoid - rant ahead

Today I read and skimmed through a book called “Anastasia” by Colin Falconer. And I was aghast.

Because, ladies and gentlemen, this awful piece of lurid fiction made me both outraged, confused and outraged again. Before we delve into everything wrong, let me just state that HISTORICAL FICTION dealing with REAL peronalities who have been WELL DOCUMENTED should, at least, RESPECT the truth that is easily researched and confirmed by a FRIGGIN GOOGLE SEARCH! Mr. Falconer did not do any research. Or if he did, he probably printed his notes and used them as toilet paper. Otherwise I cannot imagine how this abomination of a book was allowed to take shape at all! This publication is nothing but rape of history, far beyond any tasteful and acceptable line of what should one be allowed when writing about REAL people.

I read first 160 pages, after which I skimmed the rest, not having strentght left to go into detail. The writing is sloppy, disjointed and without any artistic quality that would make it stand out. Within the first forty pages you shall encounter these innacurate things, which could be EASILY PREVENTED by just going on Wikipedia!

1) In the beginning the four daughters of the Tsar and their brother are arriving into Ekaterinburg to be reunited with their parents. - In reality Grand Duchess Maria had arrived with her parents months before.

2) “Nurse” Sofia Karlovna mentioned in the book was NOT A NURSE. She was a Lady-in-waiting and she was never even allowed to get out of that train to say her goodbyes. Furthermore nickname “Shura” is used for her, when that was in fact the nickname of the ACTUAL nurse (and by that time MAID) Alexandra Tegleva.

3) Anastasia being RUDE and PROVOKING the Red guards (who in their turn are all unthinking, disgusting animals)

4) The girls constantly being talked about as PRINCESSES. The title was GRAND DUCHESS.

5) Anastasia saying “I AM A PRINCESS AND TILL THIS DAY I HAVE NEVER HAD TO CARRY MY OWN STUFF” when in fact all the imperial children, even before the revolution, would engage in physical work including cleaning their rooms, sawing wood and breaking ice in the spring, not to mention their work in hospitals during the war.

6) Jemmy was Anastasia´s. Tatiana had another dog, Ortipo. And there was yet another dog in the family, Alexei´s Spaniel Joy.

7) The behaviour of the guards in the house is SEVERELY exaggarated (yes there was a guard on duty when they went to the loo but NO the door was not dismantled! NO, Avdeyed did NOT curse in front of the Tsar.

8) Nicholas NEVER LOST HIS COOL, but in the book he is repeatedly RUDE and commanding the guards who in their turns call him slurs in the face.

9) Anastasia hates Alexei because he is such a burden and she is jealous of him! In reality she was his closest friend, loved him unconditionally.

10) There are NO relationships between anyone in the family apparently. Much like there is NOTHING that would scream “relationship” later among the fictional people. But we KNOW that the last Imperial family was EXTREMELY CLOSE and loving.

10) Tatiana is ambushed during her nightly visit to the toilet and RAPED but that is just about it, it leads nowhere, no plot point. THIS NEVER HAPPENED!!!! NONE OF THE GIRLS WAS MOLESTED BY THE RED GUARDS!!! And this whole thing is USELESS!!!!

11) Anastasia is a provokateur who acuses her father of everything being his fault TO HIS FACE. (WTF???!!!)

12) Alexandra is mentioned to be “same age as Nicholas”. In fact she was four years his junior.

13) On the night of the murder there are people in the streets because the shooting can be heard all over the city apparently. In fact the streets were empty and the Bolsheviks made sure of that

14) Also there are many quotations about Anastasia - some of which I recognized as genuine, but many are simply made up - including several mentioning that she was a devil and deserved to die - but it is NEVER pointed out they are made up!!!!!

15) Grand Duchess Olga Alexandrovna in the 20s is meantioned as “unhappy” and fat “spinster”. In fact she was a trim and content, wedded to Captain Kulikovsky, and mother of two.

16) Grand Duke Kyril is Tsar´s brother in the book. He was his cousin.

17) Grand Duke Ernst of Hesse (brother of the last Empress) wants to be Tsar of Russia. WTF??!!! He was a German princeling with NO claim. And he NEVER EVER wanted to be the Tsar.

18) And I forgot this thing: Alexei Nikolaevich DEMANDS a chocolate from a guard, is NASTY and RUDE to him and when the guard is provoked Nagorny stops him from harming Alexei, for which he is taken away and shot. In reality Nagorny did not want to let a guard steal a little golden cross from the boy. For THAT he was taken away. But in this book Anastasia does not forget to BLAME ALEXEI for Nagorny´s death.

I just could not go on…. This book is TRASH of the lowest order. Authors need to STOP USING THE ROMANOVS AS PLOT DEVICE IF THEY ARE NOT EVEN GOING TO TRY TO PORTRAY THEM AS THEY WERE.

If you want to read decent and good Romanov fiction, just read these: The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar The Lost Crown or even better the non-fiction like Nicholas and Alexandra or Romanov Autumn: Stories from the Last Century of Imperial Russia

Hi friends! I’m back with another quote masterpost. As an aspiring author, fellow writers never cease to amaze me with their wisdom, with their humbleness, but most importantly, with their words. These quotes aren’t necessarily motivational, but nevertheless, I had a great time researching the authors and their quotes. Though I did as much research as I saw necessary, everyone makes mistakes, so if you think one of the quotes in this post belong to another person, be sure to let me know! I made this with bullet journals in mind, but do with these quotes what you wish. I hope you enjoy, and all of you have a great day!


“The world breaks everyone, and afterwards, some are strong at the broken places.”

“But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”

“Courage is grace under pressure.”

“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”

“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.”

“Every day above earth is a good day.”

“The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.”

“Time is the least thing we have of.”

“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.”

“My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.”

“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.”

“Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now.”


“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”

“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.”

“Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.”

“Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please.”

“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”

“‘Classic’ - a book which people praise and don’t read.”

“Never put off ‘til tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.”

“Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”

“Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.”

“Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.”

“I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”

“Never tell the truth to people who are not worthy of it.”


“We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.”

“If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.”

“Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.”

“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”

“Nothing will work unless you do.”

“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”

“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”

“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”

“History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.”

“If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love.”

“In diversity, there is beauty and there is strength.”


“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”

“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”

“If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.”

“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”

“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”

“Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.”

“When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?”

“As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.”

“I am rooted, but I flow.”


“I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.”

“Not all those who wander are lost.”

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”

“It’s a dangerous business going out your front door.”

“Courage is found in unlikely places.”

“It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”

“Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.”

“Little by little, one travels far.”

“There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.”

“I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”


“I can resist everything except temptation.”

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”

“Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.”

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”

“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.”

“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.”

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

“There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.”

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”

“You can never be overdressed or overeducated.”

“Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”


“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”

“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.”

“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”

“Dreams are necessary to life.”

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”

“How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.”

“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.”

“People living deeply have no fear of death.”

“You cannot save people. You can only love them.”


“Always speak the truth, think before you speak, and write it down afterwards.”

“I can’t go back to yesterday - because I was a different person then.”

“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will take you there.”

“Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.”

“One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.”

“Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.”

“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.”

“I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.”

“It is better to be feared than loved.”

“Oh, ‘tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round.”

“I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.”

“We’re all mad here.”


“Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.”

“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.”

“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.”

“The paradox of education is precisely this - that as one begins to become conscious one begins to examine the society in which he is being educated.”

“Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor.”

“Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.”

“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.”

“The most dangerous creation of any society is the man who has nothing to lose.”

“People can cry much easier than they can change.”

“To be sensual, I think, is to be respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread.”

“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.”

“When one begins to live by habit and by quotation, one has begun to stop living.”


“The nature of this flower is to bloom.”

“The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.”

“No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.”

“Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise.”

“In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.”

“Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence.”

“I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.”

“What the mind doesn’t understand, it worships or fears.”

“Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.”

“Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.”

“Look closely at the present you are constructing: it should look like the future you are dreaming.”


“Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.”

“Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.”

“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.”

“Reflect upon your present blessings – of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”

“We need never be ashamed of our tears.”

“A loving heart is the truest wisdom.”

“The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.”

“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.”

“Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you’ve conquered human nature.”

There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.”

“Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.”


“Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures.”

“Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.”

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.”

“Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.”

“All good writing is swimming underwater and holding your breath.”

“There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.”

“Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.”

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go”

“Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.”

“There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind…”

The Four Relationships that shaped Fushimi Saruhiko

Or, the three times Fushimi Saruhiko had to deal with geniuses and the one time he didn’t

What sounds like the subtitle to some random fanfiction is actually my triumphant (har har) return to the K fandom after who knows how many years.

People who know me will be aware that I cannot re-enter a fandom without analysing the shit out of everything and this will mark my first character study thing in this fandom.

A study of parallels, foils and compliments. Fushimi Niki, Oogai Aya, Munakata Reisi and Yata Misaki.

So first off, a small thing I noticed about Niki, Aya and Munakata. They’re all three geniuses and trolls, but all three of them use these traits in different ways and affect Saruhiko differently throughout his life. They all challenge him and they all troll him, but they all have different motives and motivations.

There’s also a keyword I’ll bring up a lot: Challenge.

For that, I have a small scale that I like to call the Jerkass Scale. We’ll start with the top of that Scale, where the most Jerkassery happens.

In other words, we’ll start with Fushimi Niki.

Niki is Saruhiko’s father, an almost unparalleled genius, handsome and well aware of it, and a malicious troll. He torments his son for no other reason than to see him react, uses his genius as an excuse to waste away in his unhealthy lifestyle, neglects his child until he needs a solid laugh and is overall just a really crappy person. Saruhiko was terrified of him and his whims and thus it comes as no surprise that the only thing I regret about his death is that Munakata didn’t stab him in the face.

Niki challenged Saruhiko in a way that marked him for life. He didn’t only challenge him intellectually but mostly emotionally. Through fear.

Good riddance, jerkface.

Second on the Scale, in Misguided Neutral Territory, is Oogai Aya

Aya, like an apparently very big chunk of her and Saruhiko’s family, is a straight-up genius with zero social skills. As one of two kids in her age group, she tries to get Saruhiko’s attention by challenging him in harmless though no doubt annoying ways that do the exact opposite of making Saruhiko look at her. He doesn’t care about her challenges or her desire to prove herself. It’s boring and all something he’s seen before, stuff he already knows.

When she realises this the apparently inherited troll breaks out in one of the nastiest ways possible. By reviving Fushimi Niki.

Despite this Aya is not a bad person, she’s misguided and desperate. A sweet girl who grew up in the same family that created Niki, a dysfunctional heap of brilliant minds and no parenting skills.

She fits neatly between the absolutely disgusting individual who was Niki and the only part of this troika who did everything right.

Munakata Reisi, a Genius among Kings

Just like Niki and Aya, Munakata is a genius. Contrary to them he doesn’t only use his genius to benefit himself. Instead of spending his entire time being a lazy prick or trying to make an impression the completely wrong way, he uses his considerable intelligence for the good of the people, to uphold order and peace.

He too challenges Saruhiko on an intellectual level, through the puzzle during their first one-on-one for example, but does so in a way that allows Saruhiko to meet him on neutral ground. The puzzle has no meaning other than seeing and understanding the extent of genius on both sides.

Munakata understands Saruhiko is on a different level than him but instead of being condescending he allows Saruhiko to use his own head to solve his problems. Munakata uses his genius to help Saruhiko in subtle ways. “You might have caught a cold.” A virus. “I’ll give you a tip but you’ll have to do the rest, as I know you can.” It’s the groundwork for a relationship built on complete trust and understanding.

He makes an effort to understand Saruhiko as a person and not as a potential asset to his Clan. And he doesn’t stop making an effort once Saruhiko is part of his Clan.

Saruhiko is caught in a mindset that things aren’t made to last and that you will always lose what you care about. Munakata challenges that mindset by refusing to let Saruhiko believe it. At one point Saruhiko builds a sandcastle and then stomps it flat because it’s better if he does it than to wait for the tide. Munakata responds by drawing the blueprint of Scepter 4 headquarters with his powers. “We’ll build the best sandcastle ever and I will use my powers so that nothing can ever tear it down.” Because even if he’s subtle, Munakata is never subtle.

But Munakata is a troll too, only different. He teases Saruhiko relentlessly and does so with an almost childish glee but never in a way that would make Saruhiko uncomfortable. And Munakata genuinely enjoys it when his favourite trolls him back.

No, Captain, it’s not a ninja.

The Irregularity, Yata Misaki

Fushimi Saruhiko grew up around geniuses and people who only needed him when they wanted something from him.

Until Misaki came along.

Straightforward, enthusiastic, childish kinda stupid. Yata Misaki met Saruhiko in a time of need and with no thought or goal rushed in to save him. And that describes Misaki perfectly.

Misaki saw Saruhiko was a genius and that he was alone and wanted to befriend him. Not to use him, not to be seen by him, he didn’t want anything.

He just thought Fushimi Saruhiko was awesome. He just wanted to make him smile.

Yata Misaki never looked before he leapt, he just did what he thought was right. Save a stranger from bullies? Done. Befriend him because why not? Of course. Move in with a friend to get him away from his abusive home? Absolutely. Ask anything in return? No.

Misaki and Saruhiko couldn’t have been any more different but they had one thing in common. They were social rejects, people with no place in society. So they found their place in each other. And they would have done anything for each other.

For Misaki there was never a bigger goal. There was just that friendship he treasured, that friend he wanted to protect and make happy. Nothing else mattered, not even his pride when he begged Suoh Mikoto to save his friend. No one had ever begged for Saruhiko before, so of course it was Misaki who did.

Misaki never wanted to challenge Saruhiko. He wanted to challenge the world with Saruhiko.

Because in his eyes Fushimi Saruhiko was the one who could change everything.

Four relationships that shaped Fushimi Saruhiko.

Two Lasted.

His King and his Partner.

anonymous asked:

Why is it always about Jin and his lack of lines. When there other topics like, How Kookie almost always strains his voice when he sings, How airy Jimin is or how Yoongi/Namjoon can't for the life of them seem to write a song that fits Taehyung's natural baritone range. How everyone seems to sleep on J-hope in general despite him being the most versatile. It's like there are more issues with BTS than Just Jin's lines or lack there of. I get the anger but there are bigger issues.

kook’s strained voice and jimin’s airy voice are things that they themselves can work on, tae can work with yoongi/joonie on the range issue. and as far as hoseok goes, I’m a hobi stan so I can’t and won’t sit here and say he gets the most attention in the world because he doesn’t. hobi is slept on a lot and has been denied equal opportunity in the past.

however, I think what’s happening with jin is what should be discussed. because it’s something that he himself cannot control, because it’s such a simple fix, and because it’s obvious that it really bothers him. plus it’s an ongoing thing, ever since debut. hobi may be slept on, but jin is obviously slept on more because of the fact that he’s pushed aside so often. this post talks about everything, so please read the whole thing. 

just listen to awake. and I mean really listen to it, to the lyrics. this is a big deal for jin and thus should be a big deal for all fans of bts. this goes beyond “aw my bias isn’t heard a lot and I want to hear him so I’m sad.” this is something that makes jin himself feel bad. he wants to have more opportunity than he’s given, and being pushed aside and fed shit excuses makes him feel lesser. 

this is a bigger deal than people want to admit.

The Answer’s In The Air: A Miles/Phoenix Mix

Yes. It happened. I’ve been replaying the Ace Attorney games and now here it is. A mix for these nerds. This mix is actually really chronological and the songs are a mix of their separate point of views, so I’d really suggest checking out my annotations to see which stage of the relationship each one refers to/whose POV it is.

This is my first fanmix that has been published to Playmoss first and my first mix about like…solely guys I’ve ever made. Period. SO CONGRATS YOU TWO YOU MUST BE SOMETHING SPECIAL. Also yes there’s an Ace Attorney font you can download and I used it for the graphic.

1. Enough to Go By| Vienna Teng//2. Given It All| Haley Kiyoko//3.An Act of Kindness| Bastille//4. Stray Italian Greyhound| Vienna Teng//5. INSIGHT (English Cover)| Y. Chang and Sapphire//6. Enemy| Jesca Hoop//7. Phoenix Burn| Alpha Rev//8. Hurts Like Hell| Fleurie//9. In My Veins| Andrew Belle//10. Vindicated| Dashboard Confessional//11. Count on Me| Bruno Mars//12. Kimi Janakya Dame Mitai (I Think It’s Gotta Be You) (English Cover)| Y. Chang//13. Aishiteru (I Love You) (English Cover)|Lucy//14/ Freeze You Out| Marina Kaye//15. I Try to Talk to You| Hercules & Love Affair ft. John Grant//16. Some Guy| Anthony Rapp//17. I Do It All For You| SoMo

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Court today. He got the distance of the protection order cut in half. He is moving back home (down the block) which means I cant stay at my home. Called my college to see if i could stay on campus over break since i literally have nowhere to live. The dean said no. So I will be sleeping in my car again. And I emailed her to tell her I will be dropping out, and withdrew from all my classes. After court, his dad waited for me in the parking lot and made threatening gestures. He got out of his car and i physically ran back into the courthouse, then he took off. The courthouse called 911, who said he did not technically do anything to me. Cop told me to file a protection order against his dad tomorrow now. So so so so done. i really just want to fucking die right now. why could i not die with that overdose. im so done with everything that i cannot even express the level to which i want to be dead and not deal with anything.
—  (via story-of-a-sad-teen)
Graduation [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: can you do  a fluffy seb imagines about him proposing to the reader on her graduation day 

a/n: i didn’t write this

DISCLAIMER: Not mine! Its @jennayontz

You adjusted your dark, navy blue graduation hat and pinned back your H/C curls, rechecking your gown to make sure it looks perfect. After 4 years, you finally reached the most important day of your entire life; Graduation.

Rachel came to your side and started applying mascara to your long, dark eyelashes. You let out a deep breath. You had no clue you were holding and played with the promise ring your boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe, had given to you, twisting it around in circles on your index finger. “You’ll do great, Y/N! Stop freaking out. How many solo’s have you performed for Glee!? Without you we wouldn’t be here! Relax.” She soothed, rubbing reassuring circles on your back.

You nodded and gathered the remaining of your confidence and clenching your fists. She smiled triumphantly and squealed. “I’m so proud of you!!” She cried happily. You rolled your eyes playfully, thankful for your best friend. Kurt came up from behind you and squeezed your shoulders.

You turned around and embraced your best guy friend in a warm hug, which he gladly returned. He pulled away and stared at you, a stern frown on his face. Your eyebrows furrowed and you tilted your head. “Criminal Chipmunk better be here. If he’s not he’s going to have to deal with me.” He frowned. A couple ‘Me Too’s could be heard. You shook your head, laughing at your Glee family.

“Now please welcome our speaker for this years Glee program, Y/N L/N!” A cheerful woman’s voice rang, clearly spoken into a microphone. You adjusted your hat once more and turned, making your way to the doors of the stage. A smile took place on your lips, and you let a shaky breath out, pushing through the doors, looking back at your friends who were holding up thumbs up and jumping up and down.

You take long strides, camera flashes clicking, eager to capture this moment. A few sobs were heard from the audience, likely coming from the proud parents of scholars. You take place in front of a stand, a microphone close to your lips. You smile, scanning the crowd in search of your boyfriend or family.

A tall, 6'2 brunette caught your eye, and he beamed, green eyes filled with tears of joy. You smiled back and waved slightly. You turned your attention back to the stand, and began your “speech”. “Wow,” you breathed in disbelief. “As you all know, based on the tears of joy, this quite successful year of Glee has, unfortunately, come to an end. We had our fair share of victory, wins, and performances. But along with this, we’ve gone through tough times. We didn’t always win, no matter how hard we tried. But we pulled through, and we’ve all made it to today. I’m incredibly lucky to have this extra family to join me on this journey through life. So, without further a do, may the Glee Club do one more performance before we graduate!” You spoke, tears wetting your cheeks. You pulled the microphone out of it’s stand, and backed up whilst the janitor pulled of the stand itself.

“You know the bed feels warmer
Sleeping here alone
You know I dream in color
And do the things I want” People gathered around you, singing the next lyric.

“You think you got the best of me
Think you had the last laugh
Bet you think that everything good is gone
Think you left me broken down
Think that I’d come running back
Baby you don’t know me, cause you’re dead wrong

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone
What doesn’t kill you makes a fighter
Footsteps even lighter
Doesn’t mean I’m over cause you’re gone” You get lifted up and placed on someone’s shoulder.

“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stronger
Just me, myself and I
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
Stand a little taller
Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone” You finish, chest heaving up and down, heart pounding.

Applause breaks out, high pitched whistles coming from boys. You walk down the stage steps, and run to Sebastian, wrapping your legs around his waist. He laughs, and buries his head in the crook of your neck and spins you around. He sets you down and kisses you deeply and passionate.

You wrap your hands around his neck, tugging on his brown locks. He smiles into the kiss before breaking for air. During this time you didn’t notice the crowd of Warblers and Glee Club forming around you and Sebastian. He backs away and gets in a line with a few other Warblers, and you tilted your head with a puzzled expression. He smiles at your cute expression and small dimple on your rosy cheeks.

“Uptown girl
She’s been living in her uptown world
I bet she’s never had a backstreet guy
I bet her momma never told her why

I’m gonna try for an uptown girl
She’s been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she’s looking for a downtown man
That’s what I am

And when she knows what
She wants from her time
And when she wakes up
And makes up her mind

She’ll see I’m not so tough
Just because
I’m in love with an uptown girl
You know I’ve seen her in her uptown world
She’s getting tired of her high class toys
And all her presents from her uptown boys
She’s got a choice

Uptown girl
You know I can’t afford to buy her pearls
But maybe someday when my ship comes in
She’ll understand what kind of guy I’ve been
And then I’ll win

And when she’s walking
She’s looking so fine
And when she’s talking
She’ll say that she’s mine

She’ll say I’m not so tough
Just because
I’m in love
With an uptown girl
She’s been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she’s looking for a downtown man
That’s what I am

Uptown girl
She’s my uptown girl
You know I’m in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
You know I’m in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
You know I’m in love
With an uptown girl
My uptown girl
You know I’m in love
With an uptown girl” He ends, walking back to you and taking your hands in his, pecking your lips before taking a breath. “Y/N M/N L/N” he chuckles, “God, I love your last name. We’ve been together for 3 years, and might I add, the best 3 years of my life. I’m so proud of you, and honestly you’re the first woman I’ve met that can deal with my dark side. Not only does that make you strong, but everything we’ve been through makes you strong. I cannot imagine living my life without you by my side, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You of all people know I don’t do romantic, but I’d spent days working my ass off to make you happy. You already make me feel so happy, but I’m going to ask for a favor.”

At this point, tears were falling down your face and dropping on your gown. He wiped the tears with his thumb, then gets down on one knee and pulls out a red velvet box. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hands. “ Y/N L/N, will you do me the favor of making me the happiest man alive and marry me?” He asked, tears welling in his eyes.

You nod your head frantically, and put your hands on the side of his face, pulling him in for a kiss. Cheers erupt from everywhere, and your friends familiar voices are screaming, sobs coming from their mouths. Sebastian pulls away, and taking your left hand to slide on the ring.

You gasp, “It’s amazing! I love you!” You choke out, kissing him again. All that mattered at that moment was the two of you, your friends, and the bright future that laid ahead for Mrs. And Mr. Smythe.


My best beloved Troll/Changeling Barbara, whom I have desperately wanted to share with you for the longest time! Here she is, in all her stony stunning beauty!

This is actually concept art/doodles for a fanfic I really hope to tackle for this fandom one far off day in an Alternate Universe where I have my life in order

Jim, being Jim, runs into trouble whilst Trollhunting and disappears, taking Claire and Toby with him and leaving all wondering and worried over his sudden and silent absence. 

Barbara, now being clued in to what’s been going and determined to do what mothers are supposed to do and take care of her son, goes to Draal for advice. Is there any way she can find Jim, help him…? 

Draal, being Draal, offers her a certain magical trinket he’s heard about, one that is supposed to give one newfound strength, Bar-ba-ra! 

Draal, being Draal, has once again magically messed things up. Something he comes to realize when he is suddenly a flesh bag Human–

–and Barbara wakes up to find her skin stone, neither her clothes or her glasses fitting her, and that she now has horns.HORNS, DRAAL!” 

Add in one bewildered Blinky and one equally bewildered (but also incredibly besotted) Strickler, and you’ve got Shenanigans Ensuing with the Unofficial Trollhunter Rescue Party as they deal with dangers untold, Newly Human Draal, Newly Troll/Changeling Barbara, prejudice, and the fact that even after everything and try as they might, Barbara and Strickler cannot deny what’s between them…

Like I said, I really wanna write it, and I hope that one day I shall! But in the mean time, have some concept art for it {the subtitles are just a bit of silliness on my part, not actual dialogue that shows up in the story} =) 

As I mentioned before, I was inspired by Gargoyles Demona for Troll/Changeling Barbara’s look…

Originally posted by paarthursnacks

…but I hope I’ve kept her different enough to make her stand on her own! No tail and no wings, for one thing, which Barbara would probably be very thankful for. 

Her outfit here will be explained in the fanfic, and as for her eyes…they’re the only giveaway that she’s not a true Troll/Changeling. I went back and forth on this decision, but I ultimately think this is the right choice – her soul is Human, so her eyes are Human. 

Also, I am now seized by the desperate desire to do a full body drawing of Stricklander and Troll Barbara together posing romantically

Gosh, but I had fun coloring this! 

anonymous asked:

What do I do in the event that a customer keeps trying to hold conversation while there's a huge line behind him?! I finished packing his groceries and he kept blabbing away for like five minutes while people were trying to move through the line 😩 I tried to get my manager but she was already dealing with another issue, I swear the people that shop at my store are lunatics.

I would reach my hand to the next customer’s groceries and just ignore them or feign MILD interest at best. If he’s standing in a way that you physically cannot do this then I would say “Thank you sir, have a nice day!” then look to the next customer and ask them the usual” Hi, did you find everything”/”how are you today?” If he still doesn’t get the hint then you may have no other choice than to politely tell him that he is holding up the line. Either he complains or one of the people in line does. -Abby

anonymous asked:

What kind of s/os would the 2P Axis date?


  • Possibly someone either naive or chill, he does alot of illegal things (Mafia, murder, etc,). So he’d want a S/o who is either not care or turn a blind eye to his dirty deeds.
  • Someone who both give and live without attention. He spends alot of time working and will not want to be disturbed during that time. When he’s not working he wants cuddle, kisses, love, the full package!
  • His S/o will need to be able to deal with his short-temper, they will need to be able to calm him down and give him space when he needs it. 
  • I can see him wanting someone who is charismatic, he often hold parties and meetings and having a charming S/o might help him with getting some of his ‘deals’~
  • A truthful person, definitely. He wants his S/o tell him the truth about everything. He wouldn’t want his darling S/o to lie to him now would we~
  • Someone that can deal with his possessiveness, when he wants something he’s going to have it. His S/o is going to have to deal with him being very particular with where they can and cannot go.


  • His S/o will have to deal with his perverted ways, he tends to be rather…grabby. He will try to withstand his urges if his S/o is uncomfortable but it would help if his S/o could handle it (if you get what I mean)
  • Someone who can get his lazy butt out of bed in the morning, he’s a lazy man that normally can’t be bothered to get out of bed most of the time. A good amount of bacon should have him outta bed.
  • A relaxed person. He is not a big fan of having stress and work taking up his times, If his S/o can remain calm and calm him to, that would be perfect!
  • Someone who can deal with his loudmouth, he struggles a lot with controlling the volume of his voice. His S/o will have to tell him when he’s being too loud.
  • Possibly someone who can tend to wounds, He gets pretty roughed up alot (mainly by 2p!Italy). A S/o that can do disinfect, stitch and bandage him up would help alot.
  • Of course, somebody that can survive sleeping in the same bed. He likes to submerged his S/o in a cuddle when he sleeps, hopefully his S/o is able to live with that.


  • A polite person, he takes pride in his proper etiquette and would need a S/o that is polite also. His S/o has to at the minimum chew with their mouth shut and say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ 
  • A S/o that can deal with silence, he would rather only speak when spoken to. If his S/o would be kind and not talk but sit on his lap, that would be great. 
  • Speaking of lap sitting, he can also can be quite pervy. His S/o will have to be able to handle his straying hands and his…interesting drawings (Hentai, I speak of hentai)
  • Someone who can follow rules, he has quite a few weapons and secrets that he would rather his S/o not snooping around and going into certain places without his connect.
  • A mature S/o, I can’t see him being someone who watches over their S/o like they’re a little kid. Sometimes having his S/o doing cute things like falling asleep hugging a pillow is nice, but having to watch his S/o 24/7 is not something he’d like to do.
  • Someone that he can judge other people with would be nice, they need to be quite though. He doesn’t want to have to deal with some nobody getting up into his face.

Don’t have time tonight to do 2p!Prussia and 2p!Romano, sorry about that!


Second day of waning gibbous of the twelfth month. Winter.

Dear Diary,

This weekend has been quite lively. Despite being on the early days of the coldest season, I woke up to the weekend quite toasty, comfortable, and very not in my bed.

You see, Link and I met again in my room after the talk we had. We had tea by the fireplace, he told me about the avalanche and how he survived using Nayru’s Love. He was quite scant on details, but I think he just wants to move on. I cannot keep thinking if it was not for such a fortuitous fact, he would be dead. I must thank the Goddesses again for their constant protection of him.

I tried to teach him another spell, but we certainly got diverted because of two reasons: one was that when we resonated our triforces, we saw each other’s thoughts.

And boy, I had no idea how I made him feel. Some of his thoughts and sensations were quite arousing - we made out on the carpet until we were too short of breath to go on; actually it was more due to prudence than lack of desire. Which takes me to disclose the second reason, which is…

That later, the very same night, I went to his room and gave myself to him.

It was amazing; tender and rough at the same time. The sensations are quite hard to put into words, but in short being intimate is pure, untamed bliss.

I was woken at dawn, with strands of dirty blond hair tickling my nose, and soft kisses all over my face.

‘Love, wakey wakey’. His voice whispered tenderly in my ear. I felt fingertips caressing my cheek. 'I gotta leave to train’.

His gaze was one of pure, inmense love.

I slowly sat on the bed, realizing he was sitting there fully clothed, light armor and all. I was still naked.

'I didn’t have the heart to wake you up before’, he handed me my nightdress. ‘go back to your bed before one of your maids or Impaz arrives, love’.

The idea of being caught in the act, especially by Impaz, ended to wake me up. I quickly slipped my nightie over my head and got up, heading straight to the mirror door.

‘You forget something, milady’. I was about to open the door, when a pair of knickers - mine- flashed in front of my eyes. ‘This ain’t the kind of loot I’m used to, but I can get a likin’ to it’.

‘Cheeky’. I snatched them out of his hand, my face incandescently red as an ember.

‘And this’, he turned me, and kissed me goodbye.

I crossed immediately to my chamber, put on my knickers, and dunked in my bed to do what I have not done in the last hours: think about what I have done.

The only thing I could conclude was: nothing, actually.

So, to avoid having an unnecessary breakdown, I decided to go with the natural flow of things, at least for this weekend.

I called for Impaz earlier than usual, since it was useless to stay in bed any longer. She obviously noticed my lack of sleep.

‘Something on that restless mind of yours, dearest?’, she asked, pouring down some tea for the both of us. ‘You know you can trust me’.

‘I… confessed my feelings to Link’. I sighed, and sipped my tea. ‘my love is certainly returned’.

‘That’s marvelous, dear child!’, she was rejoiced, ‘being loved is a beautiful thing, and by such a good man!’

‘I laid with him last night, also’.

‘And you think this old lady is dumb’.

My jaw dropped.

She remained silent for a moment and looked at me.

‘You have the rosy cheeks and glow only someone who has been thoroughly laid can have’. She sipped her tea. ‘You are a grown woman, and also the ruler of this country. No one should ever even dare to judge you for what you do with your personal life’.

Her reassurance made me feel better. I smiled widely.

‘That’s my girl’, she patted my hand. ‘Now I have to ask you, is your love the real thing?’

‘What do you mean?’, I enquired.

‘Love is not just the “happily ever after” feeling’, she cleared, ‘It’s a conscious commitment to accept a person just as they are. You have burdens and duties not everyone is ready to face, so does Link. Not all days will be a bed of roses, nor you will be able to be always together. You will see the best and worst of each other’. She paused. ‘Life will change both of you. In short, is he the one you want as your consort?’

I stayed thoughtful. Her words are really important. I know what I feel for him is real. I am quite sure his are real too. He has done a really good job with the Army so far, but does he have what it takes to be… my husband?

‘Absolutely’, I realized, ‘I need to talk to him about this; I think it is mandatory to tell him from the start what are the challenges he will have to face if he agrees to be proclaimed my betrothed, but I think we can discuss that matter later. For this weekend, at least, I want to take things slowly’.

I took a deep sigh after that statement.

‘Oh, my!’, Impaz laughed at me. 'You have been fully lovestruck, dearest!’

I just wanted to hide my blushed face.

'He is training now. Is it bad that I want to go to see him?’, I asked, feeling already somewhat ridiculous for even saying those words.

‘If you want to go, then go!’, Impaz cheered, ‘I’ll help you get dressed’.

With a not so elaborate, but warm dress, boots and cloak, I headed to the training grounds.

What I did not expect was to find Link surrounded by his trainees. The soldiers froze and immediately bowed as I approached their Commander. His eyes widened at every step closer.

‘Good morning, Lord Commander’, I greeted him, controlling myself to not turn red, ‘How do you fare this cold morning?’

‘Good morning, my Queen, I fare more than well today’. He grinned and made a small curtsy. Cheeky. 'What a lovely surprise to have you visit us’.

'I thought it might be interesting to spectate your work with the trainees’  - a huge stray from the actual truth - ‘since I saw you on the early days of the process’, I commented. 'To oversee your improvements is certainly a part of my job’.

Link’s smirk read “worst liar ever”.

‘The Queen has amazing marksmanship skills’, he noted, ‘I wondered if you could show all of us here’.

He handed me a bow and three arrows, which all struck center on the aims. The rookies were impressed - some people still have the impression I am some sort of frail creature.

‘I shall not interrupt you more’, I retired, Link accompanying me to the exit. ‘Have a good day’.

Out of sight, we could leave our charade.

‘I thought you trained alone today’, I explained, ‘It seems I was wrong’.

‘I did! They just started joinin’ me outta the blue’, he shrugged. ‘It’s been like that for a while’.

‘That is a consequence of good leadership, dear’. He blushed. ‘I just wanted to ask you to have lunch with me, and maybe, if the weather allows it, go out for a stroll’.

‘Like a date?’, he asked, looking flattered by my proposal. ‘I’ve never been on a date before’.

‘It is alright, I have never been to one either’.

As we smiled discreetly to each other, he kissed my hand and went back to his labor.

I rushed to my room, meeting Ashei on my way back. I just waved, and I could swear she greeted me “hey, Mysterious Lady Z” as she waved back.

I put on some lighter dress to be more comfortable - and pretty. I have never been vain, but I have been more worried about my outward appearance than before.

A cart with the food arrived some time before my guest, who came straight from the training grounds, apologizing for his apparent delay.

We ate in silence the sweet potato and pumpkin soup we had for lunch, stealing glances from each other, giggling when our eyes met, like silly kids with a crush on each other. It did not feel awkward, just as if we were sharing a little secret without words.

‘You like me’, he started, in a singsong voice, putting our empty plates aside on the cart, ‘you wanna marry me and have my babies’.

I felt myself flushing from my toes to my head. ‘What is your age, again?’

He chuckled, leaning on the table, resting his chin on his crossed forearms.

‘In all honesty, love, I do want the whole thing’, he admitted. ‘To wake up every day with you by my side, some kids, a bunch of pets, y’know, the real deal. I wanted to ask Auru ‘bout the whole “may I have permission to date you” protocol at the beginning of the next week’.

A warm feeling spread from my chest. 

‘Impaz asked me something on the same page this morning when I told her what happened between us’, I revealed him.

‘How much does she know?, Link’s eyes widened as he asked.

‘Everything’, I confessed, ‘I cannot lie to her!’

‘That’s why she told me “I was radiant” when I met her before I came here!’, he realized. ‘Darn, she’s sassier than Elder Nabooru!’

After a good laugh, I addressed the subject of the strange nickname Ashei called me when I passed by her. He told me a story about the trainees finding out Link loved someone during the training at Snowpeak, but not realizing this Mysterious Lady Z was actually me. I think more than one of them tied the knots correctly after my impromptu visit.

I find the nickname rather amusing. It is like the name of the heroine of an adventure novel.

The snowfall was quite intense during the afternoon, so we stayed talking by the fireplace, lying on the rug, asking each other things we did not know about each other.

'Cats or dogs?’, he started.

'Both, except for the lapdogs of the court ladies, they are scary… one bit me when I was little’, I disclosed. 'I know from a trusted source you are mainly a cat person’.

'True’, he chuckled, 'Next one. A funny childhood memory’.

'My father had a portrait of me made the day before I turned thirteen’, I narrated. 'I had to sit for the painter for hours while the girls of the court made funny faces’.

'Does that painting still exist?’, Link asked. 'I’d love to see your baby face’.

'It does! It is on the Royal Family Hall. We can go if you are curious’.

In some minutes, we were looking at the faces of the kings and queens of yore. Link’s attention was caught by the portrait of a very familiar face to me.

‘She’s the Princess of Destiny, the Zelda before me’, I explained to him.

‘Her eyes are so sad’, he observed.

‘It is said the portrait was painted around the time she was about to be crowned’, I added, ‘we both know the story, and how that ended’.

‘At least it’s gonna be a different story for us’. he held my hand. ‘C’mon, show me your painting’.

A couple of portraits later, after the one of my parents, was the one depicting my twelve-year-old self. Link observed it carefully, eyes wandering to the image of my parents from time to time.

‘You were so cute with your flower crown! Look at your lovely chubby cheeks!’, he commented, eyes still on the painting, ‘You look a lot like your mom, with the dark hair and fair skin. Your eyes are like your dad’s though’.

‘Thanks for the compliment’, I noted, ‘But being on the rounder side and a bookworm was not a good thing in the eyes of the court girls; some of them were quite mean. Fortunately, puberty was kind to me’.

Kind?’, he laughed. ‘You went from cutie pie to heavenly creature. Don’t kid me, woman. I’ve seen ya naked’.

‘Anyway’, I sighed, ‘we are going to commission my official portrait soon. I’ll have to sit still and stay pretty for some hours’.

'I wanna be there and do my job!’

'You want to pose with me as my champion?’

'Nope, Imma gonna tease you! Maybe I’ll give you smoldering looks’ - he gives me this ridiculous fake suave look- ‘until you turn like a red carnation in full bloom’.

I did not know if to kiss him, laugh, or throw him in the dungeon. Silly pumpkin.

'Don’t give me that look’, he pleaded, 'consider that I’ve pined for you for a long time, and now I have you all for myself, and I feel I can be as silly and cheeky as I want with you’.

You cannot fight those kinds of arguments, especially when he involuntarily makes puppy eyes.

After looking at some other paintings, we went back to my room. There was a cart with food and a note.


I told people you felt indisposed and didn’t want to be bothered until tomorrow noon.

It’s not the first time a sheikah has to cover for her liege, so don’t worry and have fun.



The message made me smile. I am so grateful for her.

‘We can do as we please for the rest of the day… and night’, I informed him.

Link’s eyes lit up at my words.

‘We can sleep together again! Or keep chatting in front of the fireplace ‘till we fall doze off!, he enthusiastically proposed.

‘As you wish’, I told him, ‘I am good with all of your ideas’.

‘Alright, then, love’, he huffed, ‘wait for me, I’ll go to my room and be back in fifteen’.

He dashed through the mirror door.

I took that time to undo and brush my hair, the loose braid making soft waves on the ends of my hair. As I untangled some strands, the mirror door suddenly opened, and Link - or what appeared to be him under a duvet and pillows - came out of it.

‘Put on your nightie, love’ he ordered, head popping underneath, ‘We’re making a pillow fort tonite!’

‘I have absolutely no idea of what that is’, I answered quite puzzled. ‘Care to explain?’

‘You have never made a pillow fort?’, Link was outraged at my statement. ‘What did you do as a kid?’

‘Study to prepare myself to be the Queen of this land’, I explained, ‘or as I like to describe it, the most non-traditional upbringing ever’.

‘Over-the-top uncommon, for sure, love’. He threw the bundle of bedding on the carpet. He was wearing pajamas already. ‘Go get changed, quick!’

I started taking off my dress behind a divider screen - he might know my body now, but struggling to take off a corset and petticoats on your own is quite… unromantic. Once free from restraints, I put on a lovely white nightdress with thin straps, and a matching robe. Not precisely the most cozy garment, but my intention was to look attractive. As I came closer, his face blushed more and more.

‘Holy Three, what did I do to deserve this?’, he gasped. ‘You look beautiful’.

I just chuckled at his compliment and looked away, then proceeding to build the pillow fort - which is basically camping on your own room, but fun. We brought food and all bundled up in front of the fireplace, we continued our little question game.

‘First kiss’, he started. ‘There is no way you are such a good kisser out of nowhere’.

‘I was sixteen’, I answered. ‘Milena, a girl from court, taught me’.

‘You kissed a girl?!’, he almost yelled.

‘It is a perfectly normal thing, alright?’, I explained him, ‘She was the only friend I had for a while’.

‘What happened to her?’, Link asked, ‘Just curious’.

‘She married, later died during childbirth’, I remembered with sorrow, ‘She was seventeen and a half; so young. Her baby survived though, which is a good thing, despite the grim outcome’.

Link shuddered. ‘I’m sorry’.

My father died soon after she did. It was not a good year at all. 

And then the Twilight came. Not good at all, absolutely.

‘Let us move on to happier matters’, I changed the subject. ‘Your first kiss’.


Now, I was surprised.

‘I told ya I was an innocent country bumpkin’, he said sheepishly, ‘You took my innocence’.

‘Cut it out, you silly pumpkin’  - I pushed him playfully - ‘do not act so childish, you are a grown man through and through!’

‘I don’t think of anyone more perfect than you for the purpose anyway’, he commented, ‘so I can’t complain’.

He rested his head on my lap, arms wrapped around my hips. His posture was positively feline, which elicited a small chuckle from me. I stroked his hair gently, and his eyelids slowly started to close.

‘I wish we could stay like this forever’, he snuggled against my lap, ‘I know we can’t, but we should do this often; I liked it’.

I just hummed affirmatively.

He mumbled something else, and fell swiftly asleep.

I should do the same probably, to enjoy our remaining hours together free of the hassle of formalities, reveling in being wrapped in his warm embrace.



P.S.: I have run out of pages on this notebook! This is perhaps the last entry on this one. It is certainly metaphorical.


A/N: Here’s the fluff! I’m sorry it’s a bit delayed. Enjoy it. And remember, a dose of smut is due on Sunday.