What He Means: BotW!Zelda is not a failure of a princess nor should she ever be accused of that. The poor thing was told since day one she had some grand destiny to fulfill because of her bloodline, and was so stressed out about it that she took frustrations out on Link for a moment before realizing that he wasn’t to blame and that he didn’t judge her at all. Leave poor egghead stressed Zelda alone.
So this story is not really mine, but a friend of mine. She works at the fine arts center on our college campus, and our theatre department was putting on a performance of Lysistrata (which by the way is a whole other story about me making the damn sets with one other person and other people stepping on wet paint). Anyway, it was opening night, and I rushed down after my band concert to grab my (free! Perks of working set design) ticket and get in the doors, because for this particular play, we were using the flexible theatre. The flexible theatre means there’s no “real” stage, you have to build your own and adjust seats around it. So therefore, to get to your seats you had to walk on the stage, and because of this reason, the director stated that no one would be allowed in late for saftey reasons, and because if they walked in late, they would distract the audience by these obviously-not-actors walking on our sets.
So it’s opening night, and the play’s just started. The announcement comes on, and we hear a bit of noise outside. The doors open and a couple people come inside and sit on some chairs on the side of the stage, and we continue with the rest of the play as normal.
What REALLY happened as I found out later is that a couple of family members of one of the actors were waiting in the lobby because “they didn’t know what time the show started.” BUT they couldn’t tell when a huge group of people were going in through the doors OR READ THEIR TICKET THAT STATED THE PLAY STARTED AT 7. So they went up to the door and tried to convince the workers (and my friend) to let them in, because “it wasn’t clear enough when the play started.” My friend offered to switch their tickets to another performance the next day, but they absolutely wanted to watch the play THAT DAY on OPENING NIGHT and they should be let in because nobody told them when time the play started. Eventually the director just told the workers to grab them some chairs and put them by the side of the stage and let them go in because she was so frustrated by this point.
(She chewed everyone out later about being on time for a performance and making sure our family and friends knew to be on time to a performance later as well.)
The moral of this story: please don’t expect to be allowed into a performance late, and if you are late, DON’T FIGHT WITH THE WORKERS BECAUSE YOU CAN’T READ A SIGN OR A TICKET.
for some it is a magical feeling one experiences when seeing someone they love to the point that they say they feel butterflies in their stomach.
love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. for me that person was jason blossom. it was love at first sight.
i opened my eyes and met his, it was magical. jason and I have been in a relationship for two months. every single second that I spent with him was heaven.
today was the day i was about to meet my boyfriends parents. I was a just an ordinary, middle class teenager and therefore, beyond terrified of his parents’ reaction.
a million questions were zooming through my head. i put on a lacy red dress, the one jason gave me as a present. suddenly i heard a noise coming from my backyard.
It was Jason's car. I hastily grabbed my purse and left my bedroom. He gasped as soon as he saw my outfit.
“Y/N? You look amazing!” i blush a little, unexpectedly my smile had disappeared.
“babe? What's wrong?” his hands were not placed on my waist.
“what… what if your parents don’t like me?” I stuttered.
“i don't care what my parents think about you. I will always love you, Y/N and nothing, I mean nothing, will ever change that.”
“What about your sister?” I said quickly he let out a deep sigh.
“She hates me, Jason!”
It was true, Cheryl honestly hated me. It was a classic. She was a popular girl, I was no one. And popular girls are mean, thats what makes them popular after all.
“You know what?! Let's just go. We don't want to be late.”
i slowly entered the massive, extravagant house of the blossom family. to be perfectly honest I didn’t expect anything less.
It was beautiful, but haunting at the same time. Suddenly, a tall, red haired woman approached me, smiling. She was wearing a long, black dress which made her look very slim. She was beautiful. She was Penelope Blossom, Jason’s mother.
“Jason? You made it?” She said and tightly hugged the boy.
“Mother, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said while putting his hands on my waist. Her eyes were now all over me. I could sense the disappointment.
“Well, its nice to meet you, Y/N. Jason told me a lot about you.“
I returned the smile.
“Thank you fo…for having me, Mrs Blossom. You house is very beautiful” A small laugh escaped my mouth. I was extremely anxious.
“The dining room is this way.“ said Penelope "Follow me.”
jason took my hand and led me to the dining room. he sat me in a beautiful green chair taking the seat next to me. moments later the dining room door opened again and a tall, man stormed in.
Jason stood, following his moves you did too.
“Father!” Jason exclaimed and gave his father a hand shake.
“Hello Jason” He said as he shook back.
“And who may this young lady be?” He asked.
“Father, this is my girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N” He said gesturing to you.
“Ah yes! Y/N!“
Jason’s father said and he gave your hand a kiss. He sat down at the end of the table, the both of you sat after he sat down. Just few second later, a familiar girl came in. It was Cheryl.
suddenly, everything went black. My heart was racing. My chest was tight. Cheryl and I used to be friends back in the middle school, best friends actually, but all of a sudden, our friendship faded.
She became popular, she was THAT kind of girl who becomes a cheerleader, that girl who gets a hot boyfriend and rules the whole school. I was nothing, nobody knew my name, nobody cared. Everything was darkness and gloom until Jason just came into my life. He was different, he actually cared.
"Hey babe, you alright?” my lover asked i nodded in agreement.
“Come sit with us, Cheryl, darling. Jason's girlfriend Y/N is here.” said Mrs. Blossom. After what seemed like a minute, she sat down next to her mother. She was frustrated.
“So… Y/N…” Mr. Blossom started.
“Tell us something about your family.” He said while cutting some meat on his plate.
“Well…” I could feel Cheryl's eyes on me the whole time.
“My family used to own this oil company…”
“What happened?” Cheryl cut me off she was furious.
“Um… they had problems with this whole thi…”
“So they are unemployed now?” there was a long awkward silence.
“Yes, but, you see…" she smacked her hands against the table and let out a deep sign.
"Jason?” She asked her twin “A moment?"
Both of them excused themselves. I was confused, lost. I just wanted to be alone, In my safety zone. Where no one could see me. Mrs Blossom was just sitting there, staring at me. I suddenly started to feel very dizzy.
"Could… could you tell me where the bathroom is, please?" Mrs Blossom smiled and nodded.
"It’s right there, darling. Just take the first left." i returned the smile and walked away.
I could hear somebody talking. It was Cheryl. She was with Jason.
I decided to come a little closer.
"A Y/L/N? Jason?! Whats gotten into you?” She shouted.
“Cheryl, listen…” He tried to calm her down.
“No! J.J! Its unacceptable!”
“I love her, Cheryl” He halfwhispered.
I could feel my heart flutter.
“I love her and each passing second and each breath I take increases my love for her. And Whenever I feel lost, sad or defeated, I imagine her smiling and I instantly smile. She is the love of my life, Cheryl. And you are gonna have to accept that, sooner or later.”
A tiny tear escaped my eyes. I was touched by my boyfriend's words. At that exact moment, I felt it. He was the one. I quickly whipped my tears away and went back to the dining room.
After few minutes, Cheryl and Jason came back. Cheryl seemed somewhat different. She looked confused, lost.
“We should go, Y/N. It's time.” My lover said.
“But what about the dessert?” His mother gasped.
“Maybe next time, mom”
I quickly grabbed my red coat and my purse. I was ready to go.
“You should come back next weekend!” Said Mrs. Blossom.
“We can't promise anything, mother.” Jason said, smiling.
I kissed Penelope on a cheek and hugged Clifford goodbye.
Suddenly, Cheryl appeared right in front of me.
“Cheryl? What are you…?” I gasped.
“I came to apologize.” She signed.
“Look, Y/N… My brother loves you very much. And as his sister, i want to see him happy and he really is happy with you. I’m sorry, Y/N/N, about everything.” A small tear rolled down her cheek.
“See you at Pop's tomorrow? We have a lot of things to talk about. My treat!”
I nodded in agreement.
On that day, I not only discovered unconditional love, but also true friendship. So what is love? i finally got the right answer. There are many different forms of love: either love for your family, your relatives, your significant other, god… But the strongest and most beautiful form of love is friendship.
okay but think about that day that digory had to move out of his childhood home.
he had spent so many years living next to polly, spending at least a few minutes every day together. they were hardly ever separated. digory had been heartbroken when he found out that he was to move out of his childhood house, his home, far away from his best friend. he could hardly stand when he’d heard the news from his joyous mother who had pounced on him with the information as he walked through the front door. his cheeks, flushed from having returned from a hardy game of rugby with polly and a few other neighborhood children, paled as he processed the news.
for a few days, you mean.
his chest tightened, breathing restricted, head dizzied. swaying, he gently lowered himself onto the small, battered loveseat they owned.
uncle andrew passed. your father is returning. he’s a rich man now. with a rich man’s home!
misery swept over him. he couldn’t leave. not to that great home he had heard so much of. he couldn’t leave his home. he couldn’t leave polly. he stared. dumbfounded was an understatement. his mother stared. she was healthy, happy. father would be returning from india. they would be a family again. but at the cost of leaving his best friend and their great adventure behind.
that’s great. a false smile plastered on his face. he hated lying to his mother. wow…this is…wow. i’m speechless. that was no lie.
satisfied, his mother scurried out, mumbling about needing to pack up as soon as possible and how they would accomodate his father and hiring some local laborers to transport their things to the country. digory remained on the loveseat, stunned.
he eventually snapped out of his revery. it was hours later as the light seeping in through the open window had begun to dim. he aimlessly wandered out of the house and only realized after arriving to those familiar eroded stone steps that his wandering hadn’t been so aimless.
laughter peeled through the air as polly stepped through the door. her head was turned away from him shouting out something over her shoulder. laughter bubbled out of her throat at the response. she shook her head as she chuckled softly, closing the front door behind her. her mood immediately sobered as she noticed her friend’s somber mood.
something happened. there was no question about it.
a pause. she sat next to him. then: to the big home?
she had heard about the big home as much as he had. yes. he couldn’t trust himself to say more. he wanted to scream. he wanted to cry.
you’ll be far.
another pause. she leaned her head on his shoulder. then, okay.
digory’s head swiveled. she didn’t sound or look sad. did she not care that he, her best friend, will be moving kilometers away from her? anger and frustration stirred in him. how could she be so flippant about his moving? how could she just forget him, forget them, so suddenly?
but even in his strengthening look of ire and hurt, polly remained calm as she lifted her head to look at him directly. he looked closer. there was sadness, a deep sadness, well hidden from those that didn’t know her better. but mostly he saw calm. he saw understanding, and a bit of hope.
it’s okay. the story hasn’t ended yet. we still have some time until we get to happily ever after. distance doesn’t end friendships, they make them stronger.
he was dubious, but he trusted polly, trusted her with his life. she was smarter and more confident than him. he knew he should listen to her.
and so he packed and packed and packed. until the day he had to leave came.
as the laborers moved box after box out of the house, he sat in the middle of his now-bare bedroom. the drapeless window remained wide open. across from him, also sitting on the floor, polly smiled wanly. she was surrounded by the familiar contents of her room: opened books strewn across her desk, notes and sketches and hastily-written poems pinned up on her wall, the quilt mrs kirke had made for her neatly folded on her bed.
they sat there for what must have been hours yet felt like a mere few minutes.
digory, honey, we’re leaving.
digory stood. polly remained on the floor. they had said their formal good-byes earlier.
polly lifted a hand waving slightly at digory’s retreating back.
he was silent throughout the entire trip. he was silent while his mother and father chartered on and on to him about the many great activities to do out in the country, the tutors they could pay to live with them and help him study to complete his secondary education, the many holidays polly and her family could spend in their spacious new home. digory heard almost none of it.
dutifully following his parents across the great expanse of land that led to their new house, digory focused on putting one foot in front of the other. he didn’t care about the horses he could ride or the rooms he could explore or the swims he could take in the lake. he only cared that he wasn’t in the home he had always known, the home he had only known.
digory, there seems to be a letter here dictated for you. it doesn’t say who it’s from.
how curious. he had just arrived to this house. who could possibly have sent him a letter?
breaking the seal, he found a small note and a seed. an apple seed. he knew that seed. he hungrily read over the few words scribbled on the slip of paper. thought this was a better way to keep our otherworldly adventure closer to you.
he should have been happy that polly had thought to do such a kind gesture. but it hurt. he ached. he was far, so far from everything he had shared with her. it was all a memory now. a very distant, very sad memory.
A post 5x13 fic about Felicity’s reaction to hearing there has been a mass shooting at City Hall. Also on AO3
Felicity paced back and forth in front of all her computer screens. Click, click, click - her high heel shoes pounded against the landing floor in the lair. Why weren’t they telling her ANYTHING?
She checked all the usual sources but she still had not confirmed that the Mayor of Star City, Oliver, her Oliver was okay.
She had called Oliver, she called Thea, heck she called Rene. She called everyone and no one was calling her back. She had sent Diggle, Dinah and Curtis to follow up and no word for me them, either. So frustrating. She was contemplating going to City Hall herself soon.
She was about to do one more search when she heard the elevator doors open and Thea stepped out.
When do you think Ron and Hermione realized they had feelings for the other person?
Good lord, this message has been in my inbox for so long! And I am extremely sorry for the delay, Anon!
I have so much to say on this that I didn’t even know how to put it all in one post without making it look like a novel in itself. Thank goodness @coyotelaughingsoftly has already done the job for me by creating the masterpiece called To Know You Is To Love You. (I am assuming you have already read TKYITLY, in case you haven’t- READ it NOW!)
If we are talking about an exact moment, I guess for Hermione it would have been sometime during their third year- during the time of the famous Cat-Rat fight. I feel the months when Ron and she spent not talking to each other was the time when she truly realized what he meant to her.
If my memory doesn’t fail me (i haven’t read PoA in a while), she was utterly miserable and was always described as being very upset. True, the Time-Tuner and so many subjects would be draining her for sure, but if we fast-forward to their fifth year, even with the pressure of O.W.Ls which she surely felt she needed to ace, Umbridge, the DA and her prefect duties, she wasn’t as miserable. And yes, Harry was in bad shape and frequently poured his frustration on Ron and Hermione. Was she so miserable about it? No.
What I mean to say is, being the more emotionally mature one of the two, Hermione would have figured out that her feelings for Ron ran deeper than friendship way before our favorite Weasley realized his. It makes more sense for her to be upset about his angry taunts to Lavender about how Hermione didn’t care much for other’s pets, knowing that she had feelings for this oblivious bloke, doesn’t it? I wish Harry was more observant, but from the little that he saw of her (or realized what was going on in her head), all signs clearly point towards a broken heart because Hermione surely thought she had broken things between them beyond repair? Because perhaps she had no clue how to mend it? Or, quite possibly she was afraid she would only make it worse and would lose Ron forever? Of course, she hugged him when Ron agreed to help her with her research for saving Buckbeak! If that wasn’t a dead giveaway, I don’t even know what was.
As far as Ron is concerned, alas he was a little slow, to say the least. He cared for her since the time they became friends, that much we know. And our little hero did unbelievably well to win the girl’s heart (come on, who wouldn’t love a knight who sacrificed himself for his friends? Or burp slugs to defend her honor? I would, and Hermione sure did). But did he realize he actually fancied her before the Yule Ball? I doubt. As I have mentioned earlier, my story A Pesky Little Thought is all about that moment of realization.
However, I don’t think Hermione looking drop dead gorgeous that day had anything to make Ron suddenly start fancying her. This point comes up way too often, and by Ron bashers too. What they fail to comprehend is that Ron was a fourteen-year-old confused teen. Which fourteen-year-old boy is in tune with his emotions, I ask? In fact, I find it utterly cute that Ron never noticed Hermione is a girl. Well, I am sure he knew she was a girl, but he saw her his best friend, just as the same with Harry. How is that wrong? Yes, Ron was a little slow to figure out that he liked her a little differently than he liked Harry, and I am sure, that realization would have both shocked and confused him initially. It takes seeing her with another bloke for him to understand that he doesn’t want anyone else next to her- and takes a little more to understand that he wants that place for himself. That the bloke is Krum only added fuel to fire (made him more insecure) but I am sure he would have been equally jealous had it been Neville or Harry.
•So instead of fashion designing, Marinette is passionate about song writing
•come on, we know this girl is a total hopeless romantic, she could totally write if she wanted to
•She can also play guitar
•sometimes during night patrol she starts humming
•Chat once asked what was she singing to which she replied embarrassed “Oh… Don’t mind me… It’s just a little something I came up with”
•Chat always stays quiet when she starts humming, hoping she won’t notice because she usually stops when she realizes she’s been singing, and he can enjoy the angelic voice of his lady
•sometimes Adrien sees Marinette writing and ripping pages off her pink notebook during class but he’s not sure what she’s writing on them
•the only people who know about Marinette’s songs are Alya, her parents and Tikki
•Alya has tried to convince Marinette to share her work because she truly thinks her best friend’s really good
•The only problems are that A) most of her songs are about Adrien and she’s too scared he or anyone else will notice, B) She’s super shy when it comes to singing for others
•One night during patrol she looks all frustrated so Chat asks what’s wrong
•After thinking about it for a minute she decides she’s comfortable enough around her partner to tell him about her song writing and the song she hasn’t been able to finish in weeks
•For the first time in forever, Chat convinces Ladybug to sing a little for him
•She just quietly sings the chorus of her unfinished song but stops where the lyrics end
•during that night Chat helps her with some ideas and she’s surprised they’re actually good
•"Wow Chat’s got a romantic/poetic side? Who would’ve thought that cat boy was more than just flirting and puns?“
•"M'Lady is so talented, and her voice is so pure, Oh my and thought I couldn’t love her anymore”
•It’s time for the school’s Talent Show
•Somehow Alya talks Marinette into joining
•Poor little Marinette feels like she’s gonna die at any moment
•Music starts playing and is followed close behind by her voice singing to the lyrics of the song she finished with Chat
•it doesn’t take long for Adrien’s eyes to widen and he realizes
•without loosing a minute he leaves the crowd which Marinette notices and is suddenly so afraid to keep going
•"Does he know the song is about him? Did he hated my voice? This was a stupid idea"
•there’s a little musical intro before the chorus stars and Marinette is trying to hard to fight back her tears
•For a second she is startled to hear a male voice singing to the lyrics she wrote
•She turns around to find no other than Adrien with a mic in one hand joining her at the stage
•words aren’t need when she sings once again and their voices blend in together
•But neither of them has to strength to look at the crowd as they get lost in each other’s eyes
•Marinette doesn’t need an explanation, now she knows
•As soon as the song is over, these two don’t wait a second to throw themselves into the others eyes and kiss right there on stage
•Everyone goes wild, clapping and cheering
•"So it was you all along M'Lady?“
•"You stupid cat…” But she couldn’t look any happier
“I’m sorry” is an expression that depending on how our parents used it and depending on the circumstances and the people we say it to can have quite different meanings. For example:
1: I’m sorry. I genuinely regret what I did. I hope I don’t repeat it. Well, I’ll try not to. I’ll try to remember. Uh… can we move on now, please? 2: I’m sorry. I realise I was wrong. Ugh, I’m such a bad person. I really shouldn’t have done it, I should have known better. I’m such a failure. 3: I’m sorry. I’m sorry you understood my words/actions wrongly. That’s too bad. 4: I’m sorry. Kinda. Although truth be told I’m rather angry at you instead. I’m angry because you keep reproaching me for all the mistakes I do and don’t ever see the good things I’m trying to do. 5: I’m sorry. You’re blaming me, so I’m really starting to feel guilty about what I did. I guess you’re right. I shouldn’t have done it if you say so. 6: I’m sorry. Well, not really but if I don’t say it, there will be unpleasant consequences like punishment or guilt-tripping. So I’m saying it. 7: I’m sorry. I’m sad about what I did because I would have liked to do xxx instead. I think I know why I did it, though, so next time I’ll be better able to avoid such a reaction.
Why is it important to exactly be aware of what you mean when you say ‘I’m sorry’? And how do you talk to yourself when you’re less than perfect? That’s the topic of this post.
What somebody said on her IG that she is so frustrated and tweets about it on Twitter?
Someone probably said something on twitter, not IG.
Let it go people.
Whatever the circumstances, this woman on the street needed help. Someone, somewhere, especially if she wasn’t alone, should have been looking out for her and people should have had the moral sense to help her and not allow her to humiliate herself that way in her condition.
That being said, like I mentioned earlier, I don’t think tweeting MM was the right approach… because I don’t see the point in it except to cause drama.
or, the one where Victoria finally tells Liam and Jaal about the ex-boyfriend on Omega, many hugs are hugged, and many feelings felt. Guest starring Sahuna, because adopted angaran mom is the Most important. 1800ish words, PG.
Warnings for discussion of/reference to past abusive relationship. Also, this was originally meant to be a prompt response, but I opted not to use it for that since it got super out of hand because, as is well established, I have zero chill.
Wind blows gently through the trees as
Victoria finishes her story. She brushes her thumb at the corner of her eye,
wiping away tears before they have a chance to fall, though she’s sure her
watery eyes haven’t escaped Sahuna’s notice. It’s a sad story, and even though
it ends well for her, she’s still not happy at the end. All she feels, all
she’s ever felt, is staggering relief. “Someone found him dead in an
airlock about four months later.”
Companionable silence falls around them.
Silence usually makes Victoria uncomfortable, especially after sharing that
particular life experience, but Sahuna has a way of making it warm, safe, even
soft. She could live inside this silence, just sitting forever in a place that feels
like family. Like home. Like she belongs.
Odd that her parents had to die, her brother
had to be in a coma, and she had to leave the galaxy to find a place like that.
Even odder that she found it among aliens. She pushes the thought away - an
analysis for another time.
“You haven’t told them,” Sahuna
says softly after a moment of contemplation.
The setting sun turns the Havarl sky into
pinks and oranges and brilliant purples. Little pinpricks of starlight flicker
at the edges of the oncoming night.
Victoria blinks at Sahuna. Their tea is long
finished and smells of dinner have begun wafting outside through an open
window. She looks out at the mountains beyond and the valley below, and
swallows. No, she hasn’t. “I don’t know how,” she admits. She shifts
against the large plush pillows beneath her, bringing her knees to her chest,
loosely hugging her legs.
Sahuna reaches out over the space between
them and clasps Victoria’s hands with hers. “You told me,” she says
Victoria looks back at her. “Not
easily.” She pauses, and then offers Sahuna a little smile. “Plus,
Smiling in return, Sahuna lightly squeezes
her hands and then lets go. “I’m nosy and have no shame. You know
Whoops, forgot to make this post Wednesday!! But I recently bought Echoes, and I’m not super far into it yet so I can’t say for myself yet, but do you guys have any good femslash ships you like from the game so far?? :0 -mod Sumia 🌸
Summary: Irene’s biggest fear was turning into her Earth 2 doppelganger Killer Frost. Slowly she felt herself lose more and more of herself into her fear which only brought Killer Frost closer to being a reality on this Earth too. You try to help your girlfriend through it all but it doesn’t help that you’re always speeding off to save the day.
Note: Hope you like it! I love these really weird requests lmao.