tallest peak

starstruckfemme  asked:

#7~ with botw zelink because IM SHAMELESS


Pairing: Zelink, BOTW, Post-Calamity

Rating: K+

Prompt: I almost lost you once

As the sun dipped its sleepy head below the mountains, the final rays of sunlight slipped in through the western window of Link’s Hateno home and fell upon the opposing wall. The pinks and oranges of the sunset danced along the glass in such a way that reminded Zelda of a fire. Not a fire of destruction or burns, but one of cooking and glowing embers under starlight. After 100 years, she had learned to enjoy the warmth that fire brought again, though that was mainly Link’s doing. He had shown her what it was to be alive again; truly alive. After the fall of Calamity Ganon, they had decided that while adventuring the land to piece the kingdom back together was the ultimate goal, Link’s house in Hateno would serve as a home base of sorts during periods of downtime. It was a bit awkward at first, as the house was not that large and didn’t permit much privacy, but after a while the two realized that living together provided a certain kind of harmony. During the nights when Zelda’s dreams grew dark and smothered her with terrifying visions of her failures, she could always count on Link to beat away the nightmares with comforting arms and soft words. Similarly, the one person Link had ever confided his deepest secrets to was once again at his side, someone who was willing to end her royal life in order to preserve his. Link had never known such love, nor had the princess. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Gracious, how late the sun stays out now, it’s nearly 8 o’clock,” said Zelda, watching the last of the light leave the horizon. She hopped down from her perch on the windowsill onto the top stair and subsequently descended into the living room area. There, Link was reading a book of recipes, his brow furrowed in concentration. Goddess divine, how sweet he looks, thought Zelda, taking a seat at the dining table. It wasn’t much of a secret that she cared for her noble knight, but now as they lived together, she didn’t dare make a move. The possibility that he didn’t care for her in such a way consumed her and prevented her from showing her true colors. She could be in love with him, but only in her mind

“Got any ideas for supper?” Zelda mused. Link looked up from his book, smiling slightly and eyes glinting. He nodded and flipped the book to show her. It did indeed look delicious.

“I want to try this,” he said, “but I need a couple of specific things.” Zelda frowned a bit.

“Can we not substitute?” she asked. Link shook his head.

“Not really. Goat meat is much more tender than beef. I’ll have to go hunt some and grab a few other ingredients too.” Zelda bit her lip.

“It’s… getting rather late… aren’t you worried about nocturnal beasts?” Link gave a small chuckle.

“I have fought through beasts of unimaginable power, climbed the tallest peaks in the land, and defeated the greatest evil ever known,” Link smiled, “I think I can handle myself.” Link stood and began to gather his gear, humming quietly  to himself. Although Zelda knew he was right, she couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. Then again, she was always nervous.

Putting on his coat, Link went to open the door but turned.

“I should be back within an hour,” he reassured, sensing her worry.

“Please be careful,” Zelda reminded. He smiled, nodded, and just above a whisper said “As you wish.” Then he was gone, and the house was quiet.

Zelda did the best she could to keep herself occupied, but in complete honesty, hated every second of being alone. She had been alone for 100 years, that was enough for 1000 lifetimes. But as long as she was with Link, perhaps they’d all be worth it. Glancing at the clock, Zelda noticed it had barely been 10 minutes. She groaned. Perhaps a quick nap could pass the time faster, she thought as spread herself out on her bed. It had been Link’s, but after he defeated Ganon, he gave it up and slept on mat. The boy was too kind to her. Snuggling into the blankets, she yawned. It had been a long day of adventuring and cataloging, and she began to feel sleep tug at her eyelids. As much as she wanted to wait for Link, she couldn’t fight the force that made her drowsier and drowsier and made he world darker and darker…

Zelda was shaken from her sleep by a loud THUMP on the door. Glancing wildly at the clock, she saw to her horror that 3 hours had gone by, and Link was nowhere in sight. There was another pound on the door and Zelda stifled a scream with her hand. But if Link was not there, she’d have to defend herself. She raced down the stairs silently and grabbed a thin sword off the wall where it was decoratively hung. Creeping slowly towards the door, a third BAM sounded on the wood, and Zelda shut her eyes and held out the sword.

“Don’t you dare come another step closer! I… I’m well armed! And I know how to defend myself!” She called out to the assailant. For a moment it was silent, and she believed whoever it was had scampered away. She sighed in relief. Suddenly, a final blow to the door sent the lock mechanism flying and the door swung madly open. Zelda shrieked, but it was a short lived fear. Her blood quickly turned to ice when she saw Link, bloody and bruised, at her feet.

“Link! Dear Hylia!” she dropped to her knees, cradling his soaked torso. She could see clearly now that his chest had been slashed and he looked as if he fallen from a great height. She let out another yelp and pressed her face to his shoulder.

“Hylia, please, not now….not again,” she whimpered through her tears. Link flinched and Zelda snapped back up, holding his head in her lap.

“It’s okay, Princess. Just a nasty fall,” Link said woozily. Zelda set him down gently and ran to the cupboard, grabbing as many healing elixirs as she could carry. Dropping once again by his side, Zelda tilted his head up and opened a bottle.

“Drink this. It’ll be okay. You’re going to be okay,” Zelda assured, half to him and half to herself. He swallowed as much as he could and dropped his head back to the wood floor.

“This might hurt a bit…” she said, gather healing ointment and rubbing it onto his chest. Link’s back arched and he cried out in pain. Zelda felt a few more tears roll down her cheeks. She retracted her hands from under his shirt, helped him drink the rest, and sat on her knees quietly. He was unconscious. The only think she could really do now was wait. She had done everything a doctor would have been able to. Closing her eyes, she clasped her hands together in prayer. Zelda would not lose her hero twice.

After a few minutes, she felt Link stir again and Zelda looked down. Although he was still battered and bloody, the wounds were slowly patching themselves up. It wasn’t a miracle cure, but it would save his life, at least. Zelda let out a shaky cry of relief. Link turned his head to look at her, smiling slightly.

“See, I told you I’d be okay,” he teased. Pulling himself up, he managed to lean with his back against the wall. Zelda guided him, ready for another fainting spell. She brushed the dirt off his face and ran her fingers through his hair, noticing how his blue eyes still shone like stars.

“You’re a complete bastard. You know that? A complete bastard,” she cried, leaning her face again into his shoulder. She felt his hand reach up and stroke her hair gently.

“Don’t worry, love, it’ll be alright. You saved me,” he whispered. Her heart stopped and Zelda pulled away slowly to look him in the eyes again, wordless. He smiled again, his eyes filled with such comfort and… love. Yes, love. Goddesses divine, please forgive me, she thought as her heart fluttered. It was all over. Zelda took his face tenderly in her hands and brought it to hers, kissing him gently. He returned the affection, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. Zelda felt as though she was the one with a gash in her chest, and after a moment, she parted, breathless. Pressing her forehead to his, she leaned into his hand upon her face.

“I almost lost you once. Please don’t make me go through that again,” she whispered hoarsely. Link smiled.

“I promise you, Zelda, you’ll never lose me.” And with that, he lifted his face to kiss her again, something he had wanted to do for a very long time

17 Good and Rational Reasons Not To Love Me.

with regards to Brenna Twohy

because I live too far away and my voice cannot be duplicated by phone.

because if I do not like your name, I will just call you by another name.  

because I will not stop talking about robots, and inviting robots over for dinner and sitting with them in the cafeteria and whispering secrets in their ears.

because I am already in love with you and no one likes to run a footrace with a cheater.

because I am too old, and I just keep getting younger, while everyone else gets older, and so we are like two trains on parallel tracks traveling in opposite directions. To love me is liking trying to leap between coaches without being able to see for sure if the other window is open.  

because I have so many toys in my room, and do not realize that they are toys.  

Because I write list poems and I do not ever intend to fix this about myself. 

Because I am probably smarter than you

because I am probably a better kisser than you.

because I am so, so much prettier than you.  

because you do not have to love me back to get me to stay.

because I am fat, and to love a fat human is to love a giant’s castle, it takes forever to walk from the dining room to the library, if you forget where you set down your keys they may be gone forever. 

because I am fat, and to love a fat person means the apartment is always too small, there is no privacy, you will always share the exact same room with the better version of me you could be loving, 

because my actual eyelids are made of actual fog and the lens flares are tacky and contrived

because I am this kind of a writer, and loving me means knowing that the story of how you loved me will be better than how you ever loved me.  

because loving me is to always be at the very tallest peak of the roller coaster, inching forward and inching forward and waiting for gravity to take hold and it never does

because to love me is to love a haunted house; the neighborhood kids tell stories and dare each other to knock on the door, but the door is already open, and inside it is just this, just an ordinary room with most of the furniture removed and all the paint faded and not even one ghost, just a porcelin vase on the kitchen counter, an ironing board in the upstairs closet,  things the previous owner had no room to carry, things they may even have wanted but did not pack for fear that it would break.  

anonymous asked:

(I hope I'm not too late for this and it makes sense) I'd like to see you write a fic where Oscar is homesick and scared over everything happening. With Oz and Qrow talking to him and listening.

Not at all! I think I can do something for you, anon~

Sunsets in the city of Mistral were breathtaking. From its perch high upon the cliffside, one could see far out upon the namesake country, the wilds and forests that made up the main province. Beyond there lay the rise and fall of mountains, snow-capped at their tallest peaks, and unseen beyond that-

Oscar leaned against the railing of the hostel room’s balcony. Beyond the mountains lay the farm. The farm and his auntie and the loft above the barn he’d made all his own, with the rug he’d bartered for and the homemade quilt his aunt had made him for Yule one year and his books and-

“Do you ever get homesick, Oz?”

A flash of something ran through Oscar’s mind- a tall, tall tower, the steady ticking of a clock, the crackle of flames- gone, gone, gone. All the time, Ozpin said softly.

Oscar ran his thumb over the railing, letting his thumbnail catch on the dents in the wood. “It’s gone now, though, isn’t it? Your home?”

An ache tugged at his chest. Beacon is-

“Beacon’s gone. For now.” Heavy footsteps came up behind him; Qrow paused before folding himself down onto the balcony, letting a long leg dangle off the edge. “The Grimm are too heavy for anyone to push aside, and, well- Atlas sure as hell ain’t gonna clean up the mess they helped cause.”

Resignation from Ozpin; Oscar glanced at Qrow before biting on his lower lip. “Is that what’s going to happen here?” he asked.

“That’s what we’re trying to prevent.” Qrow took a sip from his flask.

A few moments passed before, in a much smaller voice: “… is that what’s gonna happen to the farm?”

Qrow sat up straight beside him, eyes narrowed. In his mind, he could feel warmth, Ozpin’s hard-fought steadfastness like a blanket around him. “I- I mean. You said this- this Salem. She knew what Ozpin was, right? She- they- she burned down an entire huntsmans academy just to kill him, what’s going to stop her from burning my auntie to get to me? Or Mistral?”

“Oscar,” Qrow began.

“I don’t-” He choked and rubbed his burning eyes. “I don’t want people to die ‘cause of me.”

Then we have to protect them, came Ozpin’s reply, heavy with the weight of years. Neither you nor I had a choice in this matter, and we can grieve what what has happened or what might have been, but we cannot let that grief destroy us.

Oscar, his head tilted as he listened, clenched his fists. “But-!”

“But nothing,” Qrow said, his brow furrowed in concern. “I dunno what Oz is telling you, but I’m willing to bet it’s wise and not very comforting. And he’s probably right.”

“I’m scared,” he said- to whom he didn’t know. Before he could get the words out of his mouth, there were warm arms about his shoulders (Ozpin) and a hand on his back (Qrow) and Oscar wanted to cry all over again because he was scared and homesick and being a child… and it was okay to be that way.

Because Oscar was scared and homesick… and so were they.

Traffic in Denali National Park in Alaska can sometimes look like this – a bear ambling along a winding road surrounded by incredible vistas of mountains and wildflowers. The park’s one ribbon of road runs through low-elevation taiga forest to high alpine tundra and snowy mountains, culminating in North America’s tallest peak – Denali – at 20,310 feet. Photo courtesy of Jacob W. Frank.

The road tracking through this stunning 360 degree view crosses a remote mountain area of Jämtland, Sweden, planet Earth. A 3x8 mosaic of still images, the panorama was taken on May 3rd from a small drone 200 meters above the ground. The scene records the warm light of the Sun setting in the northwest and the planet’s dark shadow rising in the southeast. A small sun pillar gives away the Sun’s position just below the horizon while the pinkish anti-twilight arch or belt of Venus outlines Earth’s shadow. In the middle of the remarkably clear sky, the First Quarter Moon is visible above the mountains, its half illuminated disk separating sunset and shadowrise. A range of exposures were combined to cover the difference in sky brightness for sunset and Earth shadow. The tallest peak left of the sunset is Storsnasen, some 1400 meters above sea level. 

Image Credit & Copyright: Göran Strand



The oldest of all the Dwarven Khazad, Khazad Rhul is the heart of the Dwarven empire, ruled by the High King Gikhatum Stormfeet.

Unlike the other Khazads, which often have parts built on the mountain side, this city is entirely hidden deep within the mountain, apart from its large ornate gates. Two large Dwarven statues are carved right onto Mount Rhulian. One holds a battle axe and wears the traditional Dwarven armour. The other is a large bearded Dwarf with a sceptre grasped in his right hand, cradaling the sceptre orb in the left. Though it doesn’t have the tallest peak Mount Rhulian is the largest of all the Great Mountains, most of the Dwarven population comes from this city. 

The King under the Mountain, King Gikhatum Stormfeet was once married to a very noble Dwarf known as Lady Lobarra Runehood. The pair had had a coronation and she had even sired the King two twin sons. However during an expedition to Khazad Morum to meet with Lord Godroug Grumbleforged to discuss a marriage to Lady Lobarra’s sister the caravans were attacked during the night by a band of hooded assassins. Sadly Lady Lobarra Runehood was slain in the attack and by the time King Gikhatum Stormfeet arrived to defend his wife and children the assassins had escaped and taken the twins with them. Though a kings reward has been issued for finding the two sons no one has been able to claim the reward. 

Those Dwarves who are strong believers in the Red Lotus faith will often take a pilgrimage to Khazad Rhulian as this is the home of the Dwarven people, and it is rumoured in the old stories that the Goddess Vanya made the Dwarves here in the deep mountain spring that runs under Mount Rhulian. Those Dwarves who take the trip often also take a bath in these springs which are set to have rejuvenating qualities. 

Denali National Park in Alaska is six million acres of wild land, bisected by one ribbon of road. Travelers along the road see the relatively low-elevation taiga forest give way to high alpine tundra and snowy mountains, culminating in North America’s tallest peak. Called The Mountain by locals, Denali stands 20,310 feet tall. Photo by National Park Service.

her face is a collection of memories; she is bliss and tragedy all rolled into one. with an ancient soul and young blood she belongs to nowhere and to no one. she is a walking contradiction, sunshine on a winter’s day, an assortment of puzzle pieces that don’t fit together. her eyes have seen the darkest nights and brightest dawns. her hands have touched the ends of the earth, sewing the globe together, painting the map with her fingerprints. she has fallen as deep as the bottom of the ocean; her lungs know what it’s like to drown. she has risen as high as the tallest mountain peak; her body knows what it’s like to fly. her tongue has tasted blood and tears and heartache. her lips have kissed happiness and sunshine and summertime. and how fitting it is that she feels both immense happiness and overwhelming sadness, all at the same time.
Miraculous meets BoTW
  • Marinette: Plays the entire game with Link wearing no pants
  • Adrien: Spends literally hours gathering ingredients and cooking the grossest combinations
  • Alya: Burn Everything™
  • Nino: Goes straight to the final battle
  • Nathanael: Glides straight into the water
  • Mylene: Plays with wolf!Link amiibo as much as possible
  • Ivan: Tries to use a boulder to kill Bokoblins
  • Rose: Does a vegetarian run because she doesn't want to kill virtual animals
  • Juleka: Takes constant screencaps of the scenery
  • Kim: Tries to fight a Guardian with a stick
  • Max: Rigs a chain of barrel bombs and sets it off with a flaming Boko Club
  • Alix: Sheild sleds with SSS tricky theme playing in the background
  • Chloe: Climbs the tallest peak in Hyrule for no reason
  • Sabrina: Gets lost and ends up doing something else via distraction
  • Lila: Where Is Zelda™

i asked where the best place to commit suicide is
no one answered
as expected
but to live is my choice, so why couldn’t i get an answer?
so i asked where the highest bridges were
tallest buildings
tallest peaks
and i got an answer
lol, humans are funny

I love you…

more than pizza, more than dancing,
more than a caramel macchiato on a cloudy day,
more than sidewalk chalk, more than summer nights,
more than the smell of peppermint,

even when you’re sad, more than a John Mayer song,
even when you’re doubtful, more than a pair of worn-in jeans,
even when you’re not in the mood to laugh,
     more than fresh daffodils,
     more than my favorite book,
     more than blowing out birthday candles,
when you smile at me, more than fireworks,
when you play with my hair, more than hot showers,
when you laugh,
     more than the sound of rain on a rooftop,
     more than baggy t-shirts,
     more than Disney movies and popcorn,
when our lips touch, more than whiskey,
when we’re napping, more than sunshine,
when we wrestle on the living room floor,
     more than laughing until you can’t breathe,
     more than running really fast,
     more than the feeling of acing a test,
when you say my name, more than lightning storms,
when you invite me over, more than secrets,
when you make me breakfast,
     more than clean sheets,
     more than morning light,
     more than a good dream,
even when you annoy me, more than being barefoot,
even when you prove me wrong, more than Christmas morning,
even when we’re far away,
     more than the last day of school,
     more than flowers crave the Sun,
     more than the depths of the scariest oceans and the heights of the tallest peaks,
even when you don’t feel it,
even when you forget,
even when you don’t love me,
I love you

The most.

—  I told you not to argue when I said I love you more
Odyssey of the Neelkanth in Madhya Pradesh - Pachmarhi

They call it the Rani (Queen) of the Satpuras. And why not, since it wears the crown of the most picturesque place in Madhya Pradesh.

As one of the most idyllic places in India, Pachmarhi is a quiet quaint and cozy place with beauty at every glance. I arrived here from Tawa, with an invigorating excitement; what I found here was the sound of silence. I was immediately at ease, free from any worry or stress. The energy and vibe immediately relaxes you, and makes you want to go and explore.

Pachmarhi was discovered by a British Army Captain – James Forsyth in 1857 and he wrote book on Pachmarhi called “The Highlands of Central India”. Dense forests and its inaccessibility had made it a safe place for hideout for freedom fighters like Rani Jhansi and Tatya Tope. The presence of 5 ancient caves had made it famous with the name of Pachmarhi where “Panch” means five and ”Marhi” means caves. Its scenic beauty and climate had made it popular among Britishers during the pre-independence era in summer.

I stayed at the Champak Bungalow, a place with a historical flavour, frozen in time. It makes you feel immediately connected to all the stories of India’s history. It was sheltered in the middle of a lot of trees and connected to a small water body. The moment I walked to the reception, there was a list of around 20 different places to be visited. My brain started planning each trip. I was ecstatic.

The nearest destination was Christ Church, with architecture of a distant past. It is true that Art and Architecture have always captured the essence of the time in which they came into being. I enjoyed its delicate yet bold roof, the magnificent rosette, the evolved and mixed forms of tracery that came from a time before it and I continued to stare.

The next destination was Bison Museum. It is a lovely expanse, with intimate structures that hold the documentation of flora and fauna of MP. I saw the images and description of species I had just read in textbooks about and thought that I might encounter a few while I am here. I felt like an explorer searching for these natural treasures.

The Church and museum had taken my heart and I walked out full of joy. The only thing my eyes fell upon was the majestic sight of Dhoopgarh. And so I began my chase.

“Sunlight reaches this peak at the earliest and sunlight leaves this peak at the last. It is the tallest peak in the Satpura Range”, said the guide explaining things to a tourist family next to me. I overheard and thought that it does makes sense as I was preparing to capture the infinite stretch of mountains and sky in front of me. I was 4400 feet above sea level, and on the tallest point in central India. The colours of the sunset were taken straight out of a Neoclassical painting, my brain was making this association as I found myself unable to capture the view in one sight. But the sky! The sky was pure magic. The clouds were blending into greys but left a sharp bright lining of the sunlight. The sky, however was in a dynamic crimson and orange. Before my mind figured out how to make this specific colour with proportions of yellows, reds, oranges it had already moved to another combination. Then I stopped. I started to internalise this infinite view. I felt humbled as I knew that I am a mere speck in front of this regal theatrical of nature.

The next day, we were taken to Apsara Vihar, popularly known as Apsara falls. Pachmarhi is endowed with more than 10 waterfalls, but my guide insisted that we visit the most enamouring of them all.

I saw these waterfalls and I had already figured out why the name was so. Such a magnificent site! Smitten by its charms, I continued to descend where the waterfall had taken a break to carry on horizontally. I saw the years of passage had cut down into the bed and the waters were crystal clear. I touched the waters gently, and I thought of it to be the most poetic of places. What a wondrous sight! 

To one side, I see waters falling and moving towards me, to the other, waters moving and falling away from me. I moved closer to where the curtains of water touched land. As I moved closer to it, I could feel the droplets softly touching my skin, from where they separated from the curtain. It was almost like it was calling me further towards it. I reached out my hand and touched the drapes of water and there was nothing left but a big smile.

In Pachmarhi, I watched the world change in a matter of a few minutes and I thought of what a rapid river time is.

About the artist

Artist-storyteller Harshvardhan Kadam is fascinated by surreal landscapes, mystical beings and mythical creatures. His collective, inkbrushnme, with its eclecticism, has produced conceptually and stylistically powerful Visual Art. With conceptual clarity and solidity, he has illustrated many characters in graphic novels, and children’s books.

By Harshvardhan Kadam

Sierra Nevada Mountains - Sunset Mac & Cheese

On our recent backpacking trip into the Sierra Nevada Mountains we stopped at our favorite dinner location along the way. A nice quiet spot in the Alabama Hills looking up at the beautiful crags of Mt. Whitney, the tallest peak in the lower 48 states. When the sun started to set we were in for a breathtaking surprise of insanely beautiful color. Awestruck.

no matter what
always remember
you are strong

no matter how bad things seem
if you think you’re always fighting
your way up a mountain
that seems to never end
you must remember
that even the tallest mountains
have their peaks

you will reach it
i know you’re in the thick of the battle
and it doesn’t ever seem to thin out
but it will
you must push on
you must keep fighting

you must never lose sight of hope
because, you see,
hope never loses sight of you