Honestly???? Honestly. Hunk is so pretty. Like. He’s such a pretty guy. Look at him. Take a couple moments out of every day and just,,,look at Hunk’s face. Boom! Your day will get at least a little better 100% guaranteed
I’m not sure how many people know this but if you choose to do the Happy Mask Salesman’s sidequest in Ocarina of Time, you have the option of showing the first four masks to Zelda (and she makes a cute noise, like a laugh or a surprised sound)!
It might not seem like a big deal but I think it’s a cute aspect of the game. The fact that she’s one of the NPCs that they gave dialogue to for when Link wears a mask is actually kind of interesting. Because if you’ve played OoT, you know that you have to go through the courtyard undetected to speak to Zelda, and sometimes it can be really tedious.
This means that Link cares about Zelda so much that he’d risk sneaking past the guards– and possibly getting caught –in order to show her something as simple as a mask. There’s no way that he’s unaware of the chance of getting caught, and if you’ve ever been caught by a guard while playing the game, you know they treat him kind of bad and literally throw him out.
But he’s willing to risk it just so he can see her smile and hear her laugh. And if you think about it, he’s taking a break from collecting the Spiritual Stones– which he needs to save Hyrule– so he can do something that’ll brighten her day. He cares about her much more than you’d think.
Dean and Cas meeting in high school, when Dean is shoved hard in a fight and Cas, walking past, grips his arm to steady him. “Urgh, don’t touch him, you’ll catch what he’s got!” yells the guy who doing the pushing. “You’ll start kissing boys too!”
Cas keeping his hold on that arm as he calmly draws back his fist, and punches the guy in the face. Left-handed, the nose doesn’t break, but it bleeds. The guy takes a look at the pair of their murderous faces, and leaves.
Cas keeping his hold on that arm as he pulls Dean into the bathrooms and cleans him up, slopping water messily over his neck and face. Dean, one eye swelling up beautifully, makes faces at Cas in the cracked bathroom mirror.
Cas keeping his hold on that arm as, day after day, month after month, they have each other’s backs. A fight every other week or so, some light shoving in the halls most days. “Shouldn’t have kissed that boy,” Dean says. “It started this mess.” Cas shakes his head. “There’s nothing wrong with kissing boys,” he says.
Cas keeping his hold on that arm as Dean kisses himself another boy. He’s pretty sure he grips tight enough to leave a handprint. Dean doesn’t seem to mind, though. “Is there anything wrong with just kissing one boy?” he says, softly, lips still brushing against Cas’. “Like, forever?”
Cas keeping his hold on that arm as they walk out of school on graduation day, triumphant. When he moves into his room in college, Dean’s there to help him shift his stuff. And at the end of the year, Dean’s there again to move it all back out. “You guys are so cute,” says his roommate. “What’s your secret?”
Dean looks over at Cas and raises his eyebrows.
Cas shrugs. “Hold tight,” he says. “And don’t let go.”
The sky was clear of clouds and full of stars as you sailed
across the night ocean to return back home.
You had spent some time in the capital nearby, having gone
to visit your father before he set off on another one of his lengthy excursions.
Like many others in this region, he was a travelling merchant who spent a good
number of his days out in the open sea. There weren’t many other options when
it came to finding a steady job, other than being a fisherman, but seeing as
how you lived in a small port city, it was to be expected.
After managing to successfully hitch a ride on this 30-crew
ship, you now found yourself nearing the end of your trip as the sailors on
board made the announcement that you would arrive at the docks by sunrise. So
far everything was smooth sailing, quite literally, as you sat alone inside the
musty crew quarters. You didn’t feel the need to go to sleep whereas the rest
of the crew didn’t feel the need to call for your assistance on deck, not that
you minded; you would much rather sit back and enjoy the free ride.
Out of nowhere, you suddenly felt the ship jolt to one side.
You were keen on brushing it off as the vessel hitting a particularly rocky
wave, since you had been on a fair share of excursions yourself, but then you
heard a rising commotion outside before the boat jerked in the same direction with
an unnaturally greater force.