A Link Between Worlds Alternate Ending

Hilda: i must take your triforce of courage! *summons yuga*
Link: OR! I could give it to you so you’ll have the whole thing, and we can just wish for both our worlds to have their own triforce again
Zelda’s Portrait on the wall:
Hilda: shit u right

Why do I always get more gratification from ships that go from “I fucking loathe you” to “hey maybe they’re not so bad I guess they have some redeeming qualities” to “holy shit this is my person” more than regular ships why is this trope so appealing to me



     Mahogany Sawyer was thought to never let weakness in. It’s how you survive, there’s nothing holding you back. Or no one on that matter. However, Mahogany never believed in that. If there was someone in her life she cared about, she knew for whom she was fighting for. Even if she never believed love was weakness, she still was loyal to HYDRA. So when she was asked to go as undercover agent for SHIELD, she said yes in a heartbeat. 

     Mahogany wasn’t the only one who went undercover as a field agent, in fact Grant Ward joined her as well. Two heads are better than one, referred Garrett as he faced his two students that day. It was easy pretending to be loyal agent for SHIELD for months. However her loyalty was being tested when a girl going under the name Skye was recruited into Phil Coulson’s team. Mahogany never thought she will have to choose if she wanted to stay with HYDRA or SHIELD.

    Oh yeah, not to mention, she was married to Ward, so there was that.

anonymous asked:

can i intrude a little and ask what you're studying (and where if you feel like saying) i'm in year 12 and decisions are a com'n my way

i just recently started a graphic design course!!

I’m kind of over both Supergirl and The Flash in general but I just watched “Duet” and it’s not only WAAAAAY better than “Once More With Feeling” but also better than La La Land. 

The End.

i’m really glad that so so many of you seem to like my small thank you’s in form of those url graphics so much   💗💪🏻   i’m happy to say that my inbox has never been fuller and that i still have about 23 graphics to go  —  so far! 

Did anyone else notice there was not one mention of it being the 1100th episode of GMM on Thursday? It’s like GMM isn’t as important anymore. I understand they are working on a book, new podcasts, and other shows for the “This is Mythical” channel, but to completely miss mentioning they’ve made it to 1100 shows saddens me a bit.

Rules: Tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better.

tagged by @quiznaks thank you!!<33

Nickname: cj; coob; scobles; scoob.

Sign: aries

Height: 5′4″

Last Thing You Googled: ‘john everett millais’ i don’t even remember why tbh

Favorite music artist: i love EVERYONE i listen to (check out my spotify *wink wink*)

Song stuck in my head: hayloft by mother mother. also! dead girl walking from heathers is constantly in my head.

Last movie you watched: the history boys

What are you wearing right now: skull shirt and minnie mouse pj bottoms. i’m a fashion icon.

What do you post: voltron, lots of pidge.

Why did you choose your URL: faerie is such a visually appealing word and pidge is just appealing. mash them together.

Do you have any other blogs: too many. they’re in my links if you’re actually interested lmao.

What Did Your Past Relationship Teach You: it was a 2 day relationship. it’d be a wonder if i learned anything. well ok, i learned that i wasn’t interested in him lmao.

Favorite Color: yellow!!

Average Hours Of Sleep: 3-5 hours

Lucky Number: 2 & 72!

Favorite characters: pidge [vld], dirk [dghda], haruhi [ohshc], sailor venus/minako [sm], marceline [at], sayaka [pmmm], tracer [ow], lapis [su], yurio [yoi]. i have so many so i’ll stop here fhajdkdjak. 

How Many Blankets Do you Sleep With: one duvet and my fluffy blanket if i’m ill or especially cold.

Dream Job: eh, it changes. thinking about jobs is stressful. i don’t have any talent really so there’s nothing i’m good at.

I tag: you don’t have to do it but!: @allura-x , @riprover@iamhereforthejellybears@kidpidge, @transgrrlpidge

Type: Imagine


Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader


Prompt: Eleventh doc x insecure reader? Lots and lots of fluff?


By: Anonymous


((Here’s to you, kid. Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I… really have no excuse. Let’s just go with me being a lazy bint, eh? I’m cool with that! Now, ONTO THE IMAGINE!))




“(Y/N)! Love, I’m sure you look amazing. Come on out, yeah?”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you turned this and that way in the mirror. Fingering the fabric of the dress, you tried to tug it down as much as possible but it only caused more of your chest to become exposed. It was a vicious cycle that only lead to you becoming more and more red and the Doctor becoming more and more impatient.

He was a toddler trapped in the body of an attractive man so… you would’ve expected it.

You briefly considered just changing into something else however the TARDIS seemed displeased with your hesitation. With the nearly indistinguishable brushes across your mind, you were able to get the basic idea.

The TARDIS wanted you to calm down and just go out there.

On shaky legs, you turned away from the mirror after moving a loose curl behind your ear. Facing the door of the wardrobe, you already knew that the TARDIS had moved the room. As soon as you stepped out, hello control room. Hello, Doctor.

Taking deep breaths, you began slowly walking to the door with the click of your heels being the only sound.









Stopping in front of the door, you bounced in place a little in order to shake off the jitters traveling through your body. As you grasped the doorknob, slowly turning it, you found yourself idly wondering if you’d had lipstick on your teeth.



Not the time for dramatics, you irritably thought to the TARDIS before all of your thoughts caught off.

There he was. The Doctor.

He’d actually dressed up for the occasion. A black suit with a white undershirt and his signature maroon bowtie that matched the shade of your dress perfectly. He even brandished a fancy cane and top hat, seeming to have taken some glee in being able to dress up for your date.

And you were sure the TARDIS helped him out, as well.

He’d seemed to have been pacing the control room, glancing over at the unnoticeable door in the corner of the control room that’d appeared. You felt a swelling of guilt in your stomach for being such a nuisance and making him worry. You’d always hated making him worry.

When the door opened, the Doctor was quick to spin around to face you having clearly been excited to see you. And when he did see you? Oh, the expression on his face. From the widening of his eyes, growing redness of his cheeks, or how he’d began moving around seeming to have no idea as to what he should do with his hands, you could go on. All in all, he just seemed so… taken by you. So drawn in by you that you couldn’t help the flushing of your cheeks as you looked away from his warm gaze.

However, it seems the Doctor had caught on to his lapse of words. Muttering to himself with the phrase ‘oh my’ thrown in there, he seemed decidedly rattled as he stuttered out his words.

“W-wow. (Y-y/N), you look…”

Ugly. Disgusting. Like a bloated whale. Like a poodle in a mini-skirt, what? I’m sure I’ve heard them all. Even though you knew the Doctor would never say anything like that, you couldn’t successfully push away all the dark thoughts that were following you.


Meeting the Doctor’s eyes, your red tinted lips parted in surprise. And from the redness of his cheeks, you could tell the Doctor didn’t mean to say it either. But, he did.

“R-really?” You asked against your will, feeling the swell of hope in your chest. It was almost sad how much you valued his opinion. How you felt so insecure of yourself that a simple compliment made you want to glomp the person. (In this case, the Doctor.)

Seeming to catch onto your thoughts, the Doctor seemed to compose himself and regain his normal demeanor. Moving towards you with a bit of caution, the Doctor stopped a few feet away from you. Grabbing onto one of your hands, he brought the back of your hand to his lips to leave a small kiss. You were sure you looked like a tomato at this point.

Moving his lips, he instead chose to hold the hand with both of his own, cradling it in a way. He gave you a patient and kind smile that was so sweet, so genuine, and so unbelievably honest that you could cry.

“(Y/N), you are a kind, clever, beautiful, and talented girl. You are more precious to me then you could ever imagine. Please, do not for one second think… that you are less than brilliant. You are fantastic and I am sorry for whatever you’ve gone through. I am sorry for whatever it was in your past that made you feel… that made you feel like you couldn’t even wear a dress.” You were in tears at this point, you could feel them falling and could very clearly notice the blurring of the Doctor’s face. You used your free hand to wipe at your eyes, not caring for the smudged eyeliner at this point.

His right hand let go of yours, instead using his hand to brush away a stubborn strand of hair from your face and instead moving it behind your ear. He stroked your cheek comfortingly.

“You are one of the most important people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Don’t, for one second, think that you aren’t important. That you aren’t beautiful. That you aren’t worth it. That you’re disgusting or ugly. You’re beautiful on the inside and out, my love, I promise. Cross my hearts.” He pressed his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss that made you sob, unable to control yourself as you pressed yourself to him.

“I-I love you. So much, I just-.“ Your words were whispered, mumbled quietly into his, now soaked, jacket. He simply held you tighter, cradling your head against his chest.

“I love you too.” He responded, stroking your hair in a calming motion that made you practically turn to jelly in his arms.

Yeah, you both wouldn’t be leaving the TARDIS anytime soon.