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Oasis Abandon

(Available on AO3)
Pairing: Link/Zelda (BOTW post-game)
Words: ~2350
Summary: Link and Zelda attend a Gerudo wedding at the Southern Oasis, complete with the appropriate Gerudo garb. Taking the evening to enjoy each others companionship, they share stories, sneak a little wine, and give in to abandon..
Notes: Requested by the lovely @aliceknowstime. TY to @honestground for beta-ing :)

The note is written in a crisp and prim hand, the ink a rich earthy brown and the parchment smelling of cinnamon and spice.

Champion. Princess, it reads. For your aid in protecting Vah Naboris, Chief Riju invites you to attend the wedding of her advisor, Perda, to be held at the Southern Oasis. You will attend as the Chief’s honoured guests. Please find the appropriate Gerudo attire enclosed. Buliara.

Link takes a moment to process the note. Wedding? Gerudo attire? He eyes the large parcel sitting on the table with some reservation. Their trip to Gerudo Desert was meant to be routine; meet with Lady Riju, check on Vah Naboris, maybe race a sand-seal or two. Link checks the date of the wedding and sees that it won’t interfere with their work, and, his curiosity getting the better of him, unravels the fine twine that secures the parcel.

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An unnecessarily deep analysis of the string motif in Kimi no Na wa

I really need to write about this.

Written on the spot. Some research might be nice but aint nobody got time for that. Also I’ve only watched it once so my memory might be dodgy.

Please note this is primarily an analysis for my own personal enjoyment, not a review. Also the views in it are purely my thoughts and opinions


Kimi no na wa is a friggin amazing movie. Beautiful artwork and solid characters aside my favourite thing about the movie is its brilliant storytelling. And I am going to deconstruct it through the string motif rn because I feel like it.

The plot for Kimi no Na wa is basically the red string of fate, but reimagined and extrapolated in a very creative way. The red string of fate connects two individuals and brings them together romantically but here it is not only geographical boundaries that are transcended, but time itself. String itself takes on multiple meanings within the context of the film. This is summed up best by Mitsuha’s grandmother’s quote, which I cbf looking for rn. Rather than string, though, the emphasis is on the term “musubi"結び. The term we use for knotting thread also means connecting/linking/binding. You can also use it to refer to tying up your hair or fastening something. It also means the end. This (conveniently) flexible term is the basis for the whole story and you see this in almost every aspect of the movie.

The start of the movie is a bunch of events told in a pretty confusing layout. In addition to the main characters swapping bodies, some of the events aren’t even in chronological order. This was evidently intentional, not only for dramatic purposes but I believe also for structural reasons.

The film is set out like a bunch of loose threads starting with seemingly unrelated events: There’s a rare comet appearing in the sky; Mitsuha and Yotsuha make kuchikamizake; Mitsuha and Taki swap bodies…But as the film progresses, just like the weaving of individual strands to make a cord, the pieces start to come together. I think the moment this truly becomes evident is right after Taki drinks the kuchikamizake. This is also the moment Taki and Mitsuha’s worlds truly intertwine.

Mitsuha making kuchikamizake binds a part of her soul to the sake. Mitsuha and Taki swapping bodies are a spiritual connection. This act binds their timelines together. The foundations of human relations, most notably love, is also based on the same concept. The film takes the motif of string and layers it through the connections of multiple events through musubi.

But what I feel truly makes this film brilliant from a storytelling perspective is the creativity employed in extrapolating this motif, especially in regards to the comet and the hairstyles. 

The way I see it there are actually only two things that connected Mitsuha and Taki before the body swap. One is the comet. Three years ago Taki witnessed the comet that killed Mitsuha with his own eyes. The other is Mitsuha’s hair cord which is something like a time paradox. Mitsuha went to Tokyo to meet with Taki three years before he knew her. She hands him the cord in her hair and dies the next day but Taki kept her cord wrapped around his wrist for three years.

I’m going to start with the comet which is actually quite a complex symbol. I think everyone will interpret it differently so here’s my personal take.

My initial impression of the comet was something like a shooting star, because it granted Mitsuha’s wish to be reborn as a "handsome Tokyo boy”. Before watching the movie I thought the body swapping would be a miracle only possible while the comet was visible. When Taki and his senpai went to the Nostalgia exhibition at the museum on their date, they saw an aged photo of Itomori. That was my hint that Mitsuha was from the past. I didn’t expect them to be only three years apart though. I thought they would be a literal lifetime apart but then romance would have been near impossible without some bs miracle. Suffice to say, there was no miracle. Instead there was a goddamn tragedy.

The film’s explanation for the body swapping was that it was all to prevent this one disaster. Tbh that sounds a bit too far fetched for me. Instead I like the interpretation of the comet as an extension of the string motif.

When Taki learns the truth he attempts to turn back time by drinking the kuchikamizake. What follows is my favourite scene in the whole movie and it starts with a wall painting of the comet turning into a piece of string. With the visual connection I could then see the metaphorical connection. The comet is another form of binding the two main characters. The comet is closely tied to Mitsuha’s ‘world’ but Taki also witnessed the comet the day she died. Thus their worlds were connected. From a romantic standpoint the comet allowed two individuals to transcend time to be together (red string of fate parallel). But by killing Mitsuha the comet also destroyed the relationship it brought about. I think we can connect this to how the town of Itomori was made from a comet a thousand years ago but another comet ends up destroying the town and killing Mitsuha. Because of this I personally also think the comet represents time. Destroying what is created is basically time itself. Time is musubi. (Additionally, by overcoming the comet i.e. saving the town, the main characters overcome time and can finally be together, because Mitsuha’s lifespan is extended. You can see this as another take on the red string of fate.)

Mitsuha is metaphorically and spiritually saved by a string. I think it is important that in the timeline where she dies she is not wearing the cord in her hair, because she gave it away to Taki who she met in Tokyo the day before and who does not remember her. Her cut hair has multiple meanings. Originally I thought it was a sign of her giving up on Taki because he went on the date with his senpai (Tessie associates haircuts to breakups and I do too, at least in anime). Then I realised she cut it after she went to meet Taki and found out he didnt recognise her. While the “breakup” haircut interpretation still stands, ultimately I think she feels betrayed which is why she gives up the one thing she believes in, her connection to him, represented by the cord. This also becomes linked to her name, which she shouts at him as she leaves the train after throwing him the cord. If I were to continue with the red string anecdote, this is where the string is cut, fate abandons the couple and Mitsuha dies.

But it is the same string that saves her. Because Taki kept it for three years and it is how he remembers her even if he doesnt know her name. Once he learns she dies everything from her diary entries on his phone to her name in his memories disappears. But the cord doesn’t. And he passes this cord to short hair Mitsuha when they finally meet at twilight.

I’m going to digress for a bit to explain why I find this scene so important. The only time Mitsuha does not have the cord in her hair is when she is sleeping, performing the ceremony, the first time she swaps bodies with Taki, and of course right before she dies. The cord is a very obvious symbol of musubi. I also think the fact it changes form throughout the film is important. At the start when Mitsuha wears it she always puts her hair in a complicated bun with the cord in it. When she swaps bodies with Taki who cant make complicated hairstyles he changes the form of the cord by wearing it in a ponytail (though initially he did not wear it at all and made Mitsuha looked “possessed”). The hairstyle was an instant way to tell who was in Mitsuha’s body, and also became a representation of their relationship.

The cord starts to change forms drastically when the pair’s relationship takes a nosedive the day before Mitsuha dies. She takes it out of her hair and the cord changes from a hairtie to a wristband/bracelet. The form of “musubi” changes, from “doing up one’s hair” to a spiritual connection between the two. This is one way Mitsuha manages to live on, because just like the kuchikamizake, the cord is a part of her soul now.

Taki returns Mizuha’s cord when they finally meet. She has cut her hair but wears the cord as a hair decoration anyway. The red string is restored and its changed form represents a new step in their relationship. Throughout the film Taki and Mitsuha have had to compromise on each others’ lifestyles. Mitsuha’s new appearance seems to be a culmination of this: the boyish haircut coupled with the hair cord. She also gains Taki’s courage, seen when she confronts her father in a very similar way Taki did in her body previously. (Taki also experiences a similar change but it is not as pronounced. As far as I know he just got “kinder”.) This is musubi because their two souls have actually intertwined. From a romance perspective, I guess this is how couples change each other for the better.

And what happens after is classic red string of fate. Interestingly Mitsuha’s final hairstyle is a half ponytail. Analysing any farther would actually be overkill though so I’m just going to leave it as a design choice.

I don’t think I’ve conveyed even one tenth of what I actually wanted to say about the film. It’s so rich in symbolism just analysing it in my head was a ton of fun. Best film I’ve ever watched in my life. Definitely want to watch it again.

anonymous asked:

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Honestly I’ve had a lot of success with Victoria Secret’s sports bras and high impact under armor sports bras they bind great and I have a C size chest.

Here is a link on binding with a bigger chest. Also @flavntstreetwear makes great binders for bigger chested people.



Exclusive Interview by Nagano-san which was broadcasted just a while ago.

This is an exclusive interview done immediately after he returns to Japan. Hanyu Yuzuru senshu has continue to win in the World competitions, what is the secret to this power? What should be noted here, are a few of the words that brought Hanyu senshu running till here. His strengths, his weaknesses and the secret to how he has overcome adverse situations has been gathered.

N: Thank you for your hard work.
Y: Oh, I was surprised.
N: Congratulations to the first 4-peat win in Grand Prix Finals
Y: Thank you.
N: Here are the photos for the 4-peat wins. Do you think there is any parts that are different from the previous wins?
Y: Yes, I could do it without thinking about this successive win.
N: Oh really?
Y: I think perhaps the things that I challenge was too big. And because last seasons’ 3-peats was the first for Men Singles, I feel more nervous there. Because that was over, I think my thought was if it continues so far, what will it become.
N: That’s right. This is the short program this time, “Let’s Go Crazy”
Y: Yes. The face is crazy.
N: The pose is totally different from usual. A little bad feeling.
Y: It’s very bad feeling.
N: Did the atmosphere of the song make you conscious of creating the atmosphere?
Y: Yes. During choreography, it is a little more quiet and a little more cool, but it’s not cool when I start doing it. It’s so hard that I think is it alright.
N: Rock?
Y: Yes, it’s really rock and fun.
From 3:31
N: First is these words. “take a step forward and take a step forward”. There were actually wrote in one of the program and I was like “wow, these words are so Hanyu san”.
Y: After all I have the feeling that I do not wish to miss a step. Of course there are many things that fail, when practicing it seems like I will run away, and there are a lot of times when it is painful, just for the moment just this time I feel like going forward this season.
N: Are there times when Hanyu san will feel like the heart would break?
Y: There is. When I cannot do a jump, I sometimes will feel like giving up (despair).
N: How bad is the feeling during those times?
Y: Haha! Hmm.. how bad is the feeling? I think I do not want to do it very much. I will not quit. Because I think that is a start when I feel like quitting here. When I think of quitting, it is time to think that it is impossible anymore. I will do it with the feelings that if I can do a no mistake there, it will be cool.
N: That is one of the strengths, isn’t it? When the heart broke, when it became no good, it is hard to change the feeling that to “No! This is the start!”
Y: It is hard for me too. Basically I do not want to lose in the competition. I feel strongly that I want to do a good performance in the competition. That is the origin. The degree of my hating to lose, without that kind of thing, I think I could not have come so far.
Narration: “一進一進“ means when it’s no good, it is time to challenge. Because of that positive nature, he made a comment when he was a middle school student.
Young Yuzu: (goal is) Olympic Gold Medal
Y: I was saying to all around me. Since I was a child I thought that I could get a gold medal at the Olympic. Haha! Since I began skating.
N: It’s amazing!
N: “The most scary thing is what should I do if growth (development) stops” You think about this? This actually did not happened.
Y: When I was in my fourth year in junior school, my rink collapses (close down), I lost my home rink. There was a time when I totally cannot do any triple jumps. To me, that was the most painful. I really feel that growth (development) has stopped. However, It does not mean that growth (development) in the sense of limitation stops. I do not know how to grow (develop). There were times when I did not understand how to grow (develop).
N: At those times, do you get advice from people, or you think on your own?
Y: In the end I think that it is myself to break (that thought). In my case, I take the change to make it higher, towards a very high goal. Really, I don’t know if my fingertips will hang on or not. Jumping while not knowing if my fingertips will hang on or not and biting on the goal. I tried my best.
Narration: When growth (development) stops, whether your hand could reach or could not reach, place your goal at the limit.
Y: Should it be confidence, or should it be excessive self consciousness, haha!
N: To think of it now, that is different. When you did not understand how to grow (develop) when growth (development stops), you considerably chase after yourself (you considerably drive yourself up the wall).
N: Next is from Shuzo san’s interview.
Y: Hahaha!
N: Cliff edge (critical point of moment)! Yahoi (Yeah)!
Y: Yes.
*playback of Shuzo san’s interview
Narration: I love cliff edge is originally Matsuoka san’s words
Y: It’s full of cliff edges. At first, the rink collapsed (close down). And it reopen and I return. Then the earthquake happened and I lost it again. First of all, there is a cliff that the practice environment itself can’t be used.
N: Ah, other skaters probably will not have these experiences.
Y: I think no. Just being able to crawl from there, I do not think it’s quite easy. In this sense, I think it will be okay to be cornered.
N: You love cliff edge?
Y: I love it.
Narration: Enjoy even at the cliff edge. Adversity could be made into nourishment. But sometimes, he says weakness does show on his face. At that time, there are magic words to use.
N: While watching Hanyu san’s strength, as expected is this. Is this routine?
Y: There are many.
N: A thought. I think when I see it I understand what it is. This time is this.
Narration: “I can do it. I can do it. I can do it.” It’s the words right before performance.
Y: I did it this time too. I depend very much on this word this time in Finals. While it is nice to have confidence, after all, when it comes to competition, I just can’t feel confident, get anxious and unpleasant images will spring up. If you say it out from your mouth and listen to it from your ears, I think maybe the head will be able to have that illusion.
N: I see. Something like a spirit of words.
Y: Yes, I think there is spirit of words.
Narration: To overcome weakness, self convincing. And speaking of another routine before competition…
N: The thing that you always listen to before competition, is that the competition songs you are listening to?
Y: That’s not true. I’m singing it quite a lot.
N: Is that so?
Y: It’s lip synching but I sing various of songs.
N: I have the image that you were listening to the song for that time before the competition.
Y: When I get too used to listen to the music, when it is actual competition and the music comes out, there are times when I feel the same as I was listening to it on earphone. Though it depends on circumstances, there are times when I would get away from the music and only listen to it during competition.
Narration: Towards the new season, the new words are…
N: Lastly, what Hanyu san is looking forward to, please write the words.
Y: The true feelings as of now? (place the marker to his face) did I stain here? Ok? I stained it! I do this quite a lot. It’s ok…
N: Haha!
Y: I’m thinking a bit. I’m thinking a bit. What is good? Ok. Ok.
Y: Yes. “結ぶ“ (link/ties/bind)
N: Oh! What do you mean?
Y: It is including the meaning of my name. From the Finals to Nationals, firstly, of course that the growth and practice is linked to results. In other words, the 4 peat
could not be done without various ties. From now on, to treasure every single hour. Furthermore, I hope to be able to link with good results and to connect.
N: Actually after the interview, Hanyu san asked for the pen and wrote another sentence. “これから神る”. (神るis a new created word and it mean anything goes good, also means good in everything, in this sentence, it means from now on, to be good in everything) I’ve asked Hanyu san, aren’t you already good in everything, which he answered totally not good in everything.

Translation by Jessie Kok

macattack6722  asked:

What about trans guy!Link, like difficulties with becoming a knight and stuff. And he passes so well that he has to tell Zelda that he wasn't born biologically male. Maybe the other champions as well... i dunno

Trans guy!Link

•link telling her parents she is a boy from a young age and they immediately address link with he/him pronouns
•link’s father bragging to his friends about how proud he is of his son and is ready to fight anyone that so much as thinks of negative comments or hate
•link’s mother making him special foods and medicine when he gets hurt from training with a binder so he can be accepted to be a knight
•when he is zelda’s appointed knight the only people that know he is trans are his parents because he has passed so well even from a young age that no one would even think to question
•when traveling with Zelda one day she intrudes on link as he is binding and not understanding until link gives a very flustered explanation and apology for deceiving the princess
•Zelda swears to never tell a soul and tells him that nothing will change between them link feels ten times more comfortable around Zelda after that
•after the champions become friends they slowly learn more and more about link
•urbosa somehow knows all along but never comments until link tells her and she tells him to keep up the good work
•revali is sore for a day or too but only because he couldn’t tell but then respects link even more although he won’t say that
•mipha is embarrassed and basically has a crisis because how did she not see that but after she calms down she compliments link
•daruk bear hugs link and vows to protect this precious cinnamon roll at all costs
Ok so I may have gotten carried away with this oops'v’ thank you sm for asking for this though!! I love getting asks !!

On Being a Banned Writer

“Perhaps the proudest moment of my literary career was during the summer of 1982 when I read in Publisher’s Weekly that I was one of the most banned writers in America. Judy Blume and I were the only women writers on the list, as well as the only authors of books for children. We also comprised almost half of the five living writers, the other three being Alexander Solzenitsyn, Richard Brautigan, and Kurt Vonnegut. The remaining four writers were D.H. Lawrence, Daniel Defoe, Ernest Hemingway, and William Faulkner. My first thought was I’ll never be in such good company again. My second was to envision a talk show, somewhere in outerspace, with all ten of us, each privately wondering what the connecting link was binding us together.”

“Books for children are judged differently than books for adults in ways that are not always helpful to their true audience. Unlike adult books, which are reviewed by adults, children’s books are not reviewed by children. They often contain elements of life that children find real, true, and involving, but which adults find disturbing. [ … ] There are truths about life which children accept, because they are living them, but from which adults flinch or hide their eyes.”

- Norma Klein, 1986

Black Eyes - Imagine Request

Request: By @jeffry4ever : Could I get a fanfic of DeanxReader with a lot of fluff and maybe some angst. Can it be from possession and they like talking between them out of it?? But of curse in the end they end up making out or something.

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam (mentioned), demon.

Word count: 2,077

Warnings: Possessed Dean (duh), gore, physical and psychological violence, SLIGHT mentions of sex, language (?) Un-edited.

A/N: WHo doesn’t love a deanmon fic? Well, I honestly do and I hope you like it just as much. Feedback is highly appreaciated (positive and negative). Thank you so much for requesting.

How had it happen? Who had broken the symbol, the tattoo? Does it matter? Dean was… He wasn’t himself, or maybe he was, deep inside him.

“Dean!” She screamed, thick drops of sweet falling over her face like tears.

“Dean is gone!” He roared. He looked just like Dean, and his voice was the same, it was all him except for the empty black eyes that substituted his green ones.

“Dean, please!” She cried once more. Her voice was raspy and her throat was about to start bleeding.

The night was cold, a soft rain falling over and mixing with her sweat as she walked in reverse, trying to keep a good distance between his possessed self and her. There were bodies all over the ground, as well as puddles of blood that were slowly being washed off with the help of the rain.

“You stubborn girl, no wonder why he likes you.” The demon hissed through Dean’s body, “Why can’t you see? He is gone and he won’t come back.” He showed her the tattoo.

How many times had she traced that same tattoo with her cold fingers in the morning? How many times had she zoned out by the simple sight of it? She knew that tattoo by memory, and that, whatever she was seeing, wasn’t it. It had a huge red line across it, presumably drawn with a knife, and dark blood had most of it covered.

“Dean, you have to fight this!” She begged, crying. The demon had started stepping forward, closer to her.

Dean’s laugh rang on her ears, except it wasn’t his – at least not completely. The demon had taken full control of the hunter. What to do?

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…” Her words were clear, and her eyes were glued to the hunter.

The demon panicked, frantically looking for something in the back pocket of Dean’s jeans.

“Omnis satanica protestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversii…” The demon found what he was looking for and turned around, giving his back to (Y/N).

“Not gonna work, darling!” Had she ever heard Dean calling her ‘darling’? Perhaps not, but it didn’t matter right now.

“Omnis congregatio et secta…” What was he doing? “Diabolica, ergo, draco maledicte ecclesiam,” the demon roared and (Y/N) noticed there was blood coming out of his arm “tuam secura tibi facias libertate” she spoke fast, willing to finish before the demon could hurt Dean more, “”servire, te rogamus, audio nos.”

There was no black smoke, no more painful groans, no nothing except for a cold laugh she hadn’t heard on Dean before. The demon turned back to face (Y/N), flashing his black eyes cockily.

“I told you it wouldn’t work.” He grinned.

The huntress’ breath turned faster and heavier, her heart was beating so loudly she could hear it. What to do? She looked down at his arm, the one that had been bleeding; the demon had carved a binding link.

“Son of a bitch…” She whispered.

“Language.” The demon joked, “You’re already talking like this… scumbag.”

“Don’t dare to talk about him like that!” She cried. The demon tilted his head and gave her a fake smile.

“Aww, little girl is in love.” He pouted, “But I thought you two had agreed not to… You know, because it’s not a serious relationship.”

“Shut up, bitch!” (Y/N) roared, “Dean!”

“He won’t come to save you, not anymore.” Tears fell from her eyes, “Don’t cry, it’s not worth it. Trust me.” The demon smirked, “I know how he feels and truth is; he doesn’t love you that much.”

“Dean!” She begged once more, trying her best to ignore the demon’s words.

“He is only there for the sex; otherwise, he would’ve dumped you many years ago.” The demon hissed, “In fact, he thought the maid from the motel is even hotter than you.”

She couldn’t control it, not anymore. Burning rage grew on her insides, and it wasn’t even because the demon was pissing her off; no, it was raw jealousy.

“Demons always lie.” She mumbled, clenching her fists tightly as her criteria got clouded slowly by her getting jealous.

“You and I both know that’s not true.” The demon shrugged his shoulders as a mocking smile grew on Dean’s face.

Was it her inner rage? Was it the hunter impulse? She would never know, but one thing was sure: She had tackled the demon and now she was over him just the same way she had been over Dean that same morning; except she wasn’t kissing him, no, instead her fists were punching his face.

After a few punches, a force threw her away, slamming her body against the nearest wall.

“There it is!” The demon laughed as he stood up. If her fists had made any kind of harm, it was gone by the time he walked in front of her. “You know it’s true.”

“Dean, you better fight this or I swear to Chuck I’ll kick yours and the fudging demon’s ass!” She fumed as her eyes met the black ones.

“He can’t hear you.”

A strong fist punched her once, then twice and then a last time before she was dropped to the floor. The demon lifted her by the hem of the shirt as punched her again, breaking her nose in the process.

“Dean, please.” She mumbled weakly.

“Dean, please.” The demon mimicked in a high voice, “Dean is gone, baby.”

The girl managed to let go of his grip, falling instantly to the floor. She tried to crawl over to were her knife had fallen before. The demon laughed dryly as he turned her to lay flat back on the floor with a kick.

“You poor thing… Think you can beat me when I have this meat suit?” He extended Dean’s arms, showing of his body.

“Dean, please… Don’t do this.” The demon sat on her, causing her to lose a bit of air for a second. His face was right in front of (Y/N)’s. The black eyes were green back again, and although they were darker, she recognized them as Dean’s. “Dean…” She weakly cupped his face, getting a smug grin from the demon, “Remember that time we stopped in front of the Grand Canyon to sleep? Although only Sam slept because you and I got out of the car and…”

“Won’t work.”

“And we just stared at it for over an hour before we…” The demon put some weight back on her, again losing breath for a second, “We ended up on Baby’s hood, looking at the stars and…”

“You’re losing your time.” The demon chanted, although she could tell it was starting to panic.

“Remember all those nights on Baby’s hood, counting the stars and…” She coughed, “And telling each other stories? You loved them, remember?”

“Stop, it’s a waste of time.” The demon ordered, pulling her hair.

“Remember that time we celebrated your birthday for the first time in years?” She cried out as she felt her scalp giving up, “You were amazed by how many people showed up.”

“I said stop!” The demon hissed, ripping a whole strand of hair off her head. The huntress cried in pain, not willing to surrender.

“Remember all those morning cooking breakfast together, and the Netflix binges, or the road trips… Please Dean, remember.” She begged, “You can do this…”

The demon hissed, pulling a knife out of Dean’s pocket and pressing it against her neck. Small droplets of blood started dripping, but it was nothing compared to the amount of blood there would be if Dean didn’t take control.

“Last words?”


“Awful choice.” And just when the demon was about to rip her throat out, his green eyes became light again, breathing in deeply as he managed to supress the beast. “(Y/N)…” Dean mumbled.

“Dean.” She whispered. Dean broke the binding link just in the same way the demon had broken his tattoo, nodding at the huntress for her to start the exorcism again.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…” Her voice was barely audible, but Dean could feel it working, “Omnis satanica protestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversii…” Dean roared, a fight for control taking place inside his mind, “Omnis congregatio et secta…” Cough, “Diabolica, ergo, draco maledicte ecclesiam,” his eyes turned black again as black smoke started to come out “tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audio nos.”

Dean fell over her, in the same way he had done before – breathless, sweaty, tired… Before he could do or say anything else, the beaten huntress became unconscious, drifting off to the dream world.


“Heya, sweetheart.” Dean mumbled, caressing her cheek as her eyes fluttered open. Although it took her a few extra seconds to adjust her blurry vision, she recognized Dean instantly.

“Dean…” She breathed out.

“I’m here.” He smiled, although she wasn’t happy. A soft punch hit his shoulder and Dean knew that, if it weren’t for her crappy estate, it would’ve been a lot harder. “What was that for?”

“I know about the maid at the motel.” She groaned, “And about why you stay with me… You lying piece of shit!” And although she was nearly voiceless, Dean froze at her intensity.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.” Dean replied in a joking tone, although he was concerned as hell.

“The demon told me you liked the maid better, and he told me you only stick around for sex…” Dean huffed, not letting her insult him again.

“Demons always lie.” Dean mumbled, stroking her hair.

(Y/N) groaned again as she rolled to her side; they were still at the alley, among the rest of the dead bodies. She managed to get on her feet and struggled to walk away.

“(Y/N), do you really trust a demon better?” Dean asked. He sounded truly hurt.

“Maybe I do, considering the fact that you’ve been acting strange lately.” Her raspy voiced added some spice to her already pissed off statement.

Dean breathed out a sigh and pulled her, the pushed her to a wall, trapping her between his body and the cold bricks.

“Look at me, (Y/N).” He commanded, but the girl didn’t obey. Instead, she looked anywhere but him. “Please look at me.”

“You could’ve told me how you truly felt and…”

“Look at me, dammit!” Dean growled, finally getting her to look at him.

“Do you really think she’s hot?” She cried.


“Answer me!” She cried.

“Want to know why Sam didn’t come? Because he’s back at the motel flirting… Possibly already in bed with her! Yes, I told Sam she was hot, but Heaven knows I would never consider anyone hotter than you.” Dean mumbled.

“Why have you been acting so strange, then?” Dean breathed out heavily. He licked his lips and looked away for a second before focusing back on her bloody face.

“I just… I can’t… It’s too early and…”

“And what, Dean? Why didn’t you just dump me?” She roared, taking off the last bit of patience in Dean.

“Because I love you! I love you, dammit! And I wanted to tell you but I was afraid that you wouldn’t say it back and…” Her eyes became as wide as possible considering the many impacts she received around them.

“Do you really mean that?” She interrupted him. Dean shut up and nodded.

“Look at me in the eyes, and tell me if I’m lying.” He spoke, cupping her face careful not to touch any open wound.

“I love you too.” She whispered, nuzzling in his hand.

“You do?” Dean sighed and she nodded.

Soon, her broken lips were over his. It wasn’t the kind of kiss they were expecting to get after they said those three words, but it was the best they could do without hurting her even more. Bloody or not, it reflected how much they loved each other, in good and in bad.

“Let’s get back.” Dean whispered over her lips, “That son of a bitch beat the crap out of you.”

She giggled. “I thought Sam was busy with the maid.”

“We can get our own room.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows flirtingly, causing her to giggle even more.

He held her hand tightly, a silent promise hidden in said gesture. They walked over to the black car and drove off to the motel room, where the rest of their lives began. They didn’t need a ring, or a big and fancy wedding, they just needed each other.

anonymous asked:

Yall are crazy if you think sidon would not absolutely buy the softest and prettiest possible scarf to choke and bind link with

fuuuk i love ,,,, link would love tht i thnk aaa
hed looks pretty with that beautiful thing around his neck n link would love it bc its much softer than anything else he uses

You know, when Kanda comes back, and if he hasn’t found “the truth” he needs, he might attack the 14th again, threatening to kill him. Only that Link will be protecting the 14th.

So Kanda and Link would argue and fight…

But to an outsider, it may very well look like… well…

Uh. Is this really the time for you two to be fighting over Allen Walker?”


holy cccheese my inbox was flooded with questions about my notebook, people were asking where I bought it and the measures of the book, etc. And because I have little time, I’ll try and reply some of the things you’re curious about in this two photo posts.

About where I bought it….the thing is… I made my notebook. Last semester we had an elective on bookbinding and it was awesome. We made a lot of things and we were taught how to sew and bind a lot of different types of books-notebooks. You can read each description and details on the captions of the photos if you want!

anonymous asked:

Howdy mate! I saw your post about trans link and stuff, and I loved the idea /•~•/ so I made some art of Link binding! Would you like to see? (I'm also opened to other ideas since my sketchbook needs to be filled -w-)

ya totally !!!!! i luv seein u pals’ art :‘0

Communism is particularly characterized by the rejection of any link that binds woman to the family and the home, and her emancipation is proclaimed as a basic principle. She is withdrawn from the family and the care of her children, to be thrust instead into public life and collective production under the same conditions as man. The care of home and children then devolves upon the collectivity. Finally, the right of education is denied to parents, for it is conceived as the exclusive prerogative of the community, in whose name and by whose mandate alone parents may exercise this right.
—  Pope Pius XI, Divini Redemptoris (19 March 1937)
Bandages as binding

As some of you may know there’s a lot of warnings about using Ace (a.k.a compression or elastic) bandages. The reason for this is that these bandages are designed to keep swelling down and so constrict very tightly when bound. When it’s around your chest your breathing can be taken as swelling and thus the bandages constrict and become much tighter than is safe.

they tend to look like this

Gauze bandages are simply a strip of cloth so they’re much less dangerous as they do not compress. when in doubt ask your pharmacist, doctor or read the label if you can just buy bandages and make sure they’re simply gauze. they usually look like this

there are better ways to bind and if you simply search chest binding on tumblr there’s a lot of posts about cheap and easy binding.

even if you are binding with a gauze bandage i would say the same genral rules apply as if you were using a binder: 

1) build up to wearing it so only wear it for an hour or something your first go and never wearing it for more than 8 hours.

2) never sleep with your chest bound

3) never do sport with your chest bound.

4) if it hurts take it off immediately and follow these steps

here’s a really good post that has a bunch of binding links you may like to look at.

if you have any other tips feel free to ad them on

stay safe sweethearts!

anonymous asked:

I am a female and the cosplay that I am working on right now doesn't really need it but I know that in the future I might want to cosplay a male character and I have rather big boobs that are really noticeable do you have any tips

Disclaimer! The advice I’m gonna give you is not from my personal experience. It’s always better to ask someone who knows more about it. I hope that if I’ll be wrong at some points blog’s followers will correct me.

Okay, thing you’re gonna need is called binding (to bind). It’s the technique that people with breasts use when they need to (or have to) hide them [breasts]. I didn’t have a personal binding experience, but I can link you to these pretty good (imo) tutorials:

That’s it. Good luck with your cosplay and be careful. :)

P.S. Dear followers (not only cosplayers!), if you had a binding experience feel free to comment under this post, reblog with facts fixes or send me an ask or fanmail. I’ll be happy to fix the mistakes or add useful stuff and links.


The Binding of Link!