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Impa/Zelda- In a field of horror
**BLOOD AND LIGHT GORE TW**
Another splash of blood is thrown in front of the princess, a gasp coming from her, even if it was just monster blood. It didn’t come from her own efforts— rather, the efforts of her advisor fighting for both their lives in front of her, blood coating the Sheikah’s clothes and weapon. And, as Zelda examined closer, not just monster blood.
Impa’s teeth were gritted tightly together as a cut went across her cheek, slicing some of her hair with it, the red fire in her eyes all but glowing as she fought nonstop. Her bones were getting weary, muscles sore from how fast she moved, ears near dead to sound from the high pitched wailing that wouldn’t ever stop, as long as she kept fighting. Not that she minded the screeches so much, because it meant that another monster had fallen to her blade.
When the battle started, Impa had been full of energy, said energy saved from Link being the one that had been doing all the fighting, until he met his demise. The debacle had thrusted her into this position, not that she was going to complain. It was her job to protect Zelda (always had been) and she took it quite seriously, and would bring it with her to the grave if she had to. Not just as her advisor, but as her lover, too. She couldn’t stand the thought of leaving the woman she loved behind without her, but such morose thoughts had fled her mind in the scene of battle, her only thought being how to live or to die in this situation.
When the fighting stopped, at long last, both women on the field let out a long sigh of relief. Zelda hastily called out to her advisor, running over and examining her wounds. She gasped at the bruises and cuts, looking around for Mipha, who had been instructed to stay at the edge of the battlefield and prepare for the flood of troops that needed healing.
Zelda wrapped her arm around Impa’s shoulders, beginning to lead her to that edge where Mipha was located, green eyes burning with fire and determination as the Sheikah halfway limped beside her. The tent was in sight, nearly there, maybe a couple hundred yards away, and the princess smiled in relief. She took in a breath of air, but even that wasn’t quite right. Her lungs filled with that pungent and sticky smoke-like substance, causing her to cough, eyes locking on to the flecks of ash floating in the air around them.
“It cannot be…” She mumbled to herself, eyes fixed on the crimson grass, eyes slowly drifting up to the bloodied sky. The moon hung high, eerily glowing red, imposing on the field below as the monsters just slain came back to life, popping out of the ground and finding their weapons.
Impa let go of the princess, unsheathed her kodachi, and prepared for another round of fighting. Zelda just looked down at her hands, unable to comprehend or process that their battle had been replayed, as if it were a sick game, best 2 out of 3, though the callouses on the princess’s hands were nothing compared to Impa’s wounds.
”Impa, stand down. I can handle this.” She called after the woman, but she was already in the battle, and Zelda cursed quietly to herself in the fear that Impa couldn’t hear her anymore. She didn’t want her advisor to go so far away from her, slip out of her grasp, that she couldn’t hear or see her, left to the pitch black of heartbreak, the rain of grief falling on her face and deafening her to the outside world.
Impa heard, but did not listen, especially not whenever she saw the guardians. The thought of abandoning these soldiers, the champions, and even her princess was far too shameful, far too horrible to comprehend, such a thing would be far worse than death. Zelda needed her, and Impa had always been there whenever the princess needed her. She would not change that.
Zelda could only continue to shout this order, telling her to stand down, quickly becoming frustrated as Impa refused, and in turn became more and more exhausted and injured. Zelda could all but hear the crack of her bones as a moblin inflicted down on the woman with its club, and she winced, feeling the pain in her ribs like it was her own. But it wasn’t, and Impa was on the ground, and there was nothing she could do about it. All she could do was run towards her, hand glowing—
She shrieked in horror as her advisor and lover’s blood was cast on the bottom of her dress, the woman who had been standing falling to the ground. Zelda nearly dove forward, catching her fall, holding her tightly as she hastily examined her to see where the wound was. Tears poured as her vision fell onto a huge gash all the way across her abdomen, happily pouring out blood, the eyes of Zelda’s lover filling with space as she bled out there. Impa’s eyes were even a light blue, burnout blue.
Zelda looked up, to see the enemy that had done this to her, and was met with the vicious and cruel eyes of a moblin— several moblins, lizalfos, bokoblins, and maybe even a lynel or two on the other side of the field— and she knew she would not make it long, not now with Impa grasping on for life.
She turned to cry for help, someone had to hear, anyone had to hear, but Impa’s weak and shaking hand grasped hers. She coughed up horribly blue blood (as was bleeding a sort of purple blood, a nightmarish and not quite right combination of what had been red blood but was now blue) that signaled the Sheikah burnout. Oh, why had she hesitated to stop and run? Why had she insisted of fighting until she collapsed for the princess, such a weak princess, at that?
“Don’t cry, princess. It’s…” The blood trailing down her chin dripped onto the princess’s hand, where it rested on Impa’s chest, desperately grasping onto her dying pulse. She didn’t feel it drip down from there, too focused on her free hand coming to cup Impa’s cheek.
“Impa… Impa, please, you can’t… I order you to stay alive! Impa, if you die here, you’re in the dungeons forever!” The weeping princess declared, near hysterically, the words unregistered and therefore not even put together as if she had meant to say them. It was just a product of a heart being torn to pieces, promising she would do anything to keep Impa alive, if she could just…
She looked up as Impa lifted her hand up, trying to use her powers, but all that happened was more cuts on her hand opened up, quickly gushing out blood, causing her to cry out in pain. Zelda’s eyes met with those of a moblin, club raised, and all the air left her body. She wondered, was this the best outcome? If she does here, along with Impa, she wouldn’t be alone, trapped in a life without the other woman, whom she hadn’t spent a day without in years. She was dependent on her, as much as she wished she could be independent, as a princess ought not saddle others with her own burdens.
The thought didn’t pass through, however, and she was unable to choose what she wanted to do before her hand raised itself up, the triforce flashing proudly, a blinding force field blocking the attack. Said forcefield pushed on the moblin’s club, obliterating the horrid monster with the light, and pushing further still to disintegrate all the other enemies in the field with them.
The princess reeled in shock from what she’d done, eyes wide open, questioning herself before her attention was directed back towards the dying woman in her lap. Her eyes had gone pale and empty, devoid of the red that Zelda adored, and even the brown that Impa kept her eyes to for “proper reasons”. She shook her, felt her pulse, and more tears streamed down her face.
Where her hand rested, it began to glow, the wound on Impa’s abdomen partially healing up. Just long enough (and sufficiently enough) for her to live and get some actual help. All inside of the princess cried in joy, and he leaned down to kiss the woman softly, just a short breath between them escaping once it ended. The Sheikah’s eyes were still quite devoid of life, but she was alive, and Zelda knew that she could get the help she needed.
“Zelda… i’m so proud of you.” Impa whispered between them, a small smile crossing her face. “You can do this. I… I believe in you.” Impa had accepted the sad fate long ago that the Princess would slip out of her grasp eventually, and Impa’s purpose to protect and guide her would run out. She would be left behind, as Zelda went to save Hyrule, and her only hope would be that maybe she could at least help the hero if she needed to. It had been hard to accept, but Impa did so nonetheless. Besides… as chief of Kakariko, how could a relationship with the princess even have worked?
However, Zelda knew that she could not take Impa to go get help. She had to head to the castle, and she didn’t want Impa to follow. Impa needed help right away, or she would begin bleeding again, and Zelda wouldn’t be able to seal it temporarily again. She looked around the battlefield, scouting for someone who could at least escort her (in case she ran into any monsters, as she most likely would, even if a nearby stable wasn’t far away) and was sorely disappointed when she saw no one.
Using the power she could roughly grip onto, Zelda clasped her hands together in front of her chest, sending up a prayer to the goddesses that no one would harm her advisor, before sending her away using the magic. As she faded, she seemed to start to realize what was happening, desperately trying to grab onto the princess.
“I love you, Impa. Wait for me.”
She was gone not long after, but Zelda knew that her words had been heard. She watched the golden dust slowly fade away in front of her, tears silently rolling down her cheeks now. Her eyes hurt from crying so much, at this point, but at least she could help people now. She would help people, she decided, and began her journey to the castle.
Currently trying to watch every marvel movie cuz I never watched them before and I'm
Gunna cry
and not because of the angst in these movies
Cant help but think that bbc merlin writers had so many opportunities to write any magic reveal they want, but the one they went for starts with the most agonising line ever, of arthur saying in desperation that no, merlin, you are not the evil that haunts my life, you're all what's good in my life, you wouldn't betray me, you wouldn't choose this, you're not like them, “I would know”
valentine ~ h.s 
i listened to valentine by laufey while writing this. and i highly recommend you do as well. this got me all in my feels and i hope it does the same for you :3
i've rejected affection for years
and years
"you absolutely amaze me. you can't just do that to people,"
"and why not? it's my life- and last i checked i could do whatever the hell i wanted." you retorted back at your best friend who was shaking her head at you. you were spending your day off of work with one of your closest friends, secretly trying to make her head explode with your mind from all of her cristisim. your feet dangling on the back of the couch swiping through your phone, popping another grape into your mouth.
the tall girl was getting onto you for rejecting a guy who had been pining over you since you were 15. you guys had been playfully flirting with one another for some time, but you personally didn't take him seriously up until last year.
the two of you had gone on a couple dates, and while he thought things were going great, you just couldn't see yourself with him. hence the beginnings of this conversation because she had just found out that you had flat out stopped responding to the guy after he had said something that had irked you the week before.
"he's literally perfect for you! he's got the same sense of humor as you. he loves being outside. AND he wants kids."
"honey, i know you're trying to be helpful, but it's not that simple. i tried. i really did, but i couldn't. i just know when things click. i can feel them falling into place. but we were just a little too similar. we were butting heads, even this early into the relationship. he was hardheaded, so am i," sighing as you threw your phone down on the floor, your fluffy rug cushioning its fall. bringing yourself to get off the comfort of your sofa. padding into the kitchen, while speaking over your shoulder as you refilled your bowl with more snacks. "i'm indecisive, and so is he. the entire car ride was spent with us saying 'oh i don't mind' 'whatever you want' 'it's up to you'. it drove me INSANE. and i figured he would finally get the message. hey! I really don't like you, and maybe next time think about what you're saying before telling me you were expecting something different with me. stupid asshole..."
"i think it's just cause you're picky. you guys would have made cute babies,"
"if you like him so much, then why don't you date him?" the slight jab made her throw her pillow at you, a loud laugh leaving your lips. grabbing the biggest cube of cheese you could find on your bowl, chunking it at her face a cackle leaving the both of you guys' lips.
now i have, and damn it
its kind of weird
"hey, honey..." the sound of your nickname rolling off your boys tongue made you smile softly, turning to face the brunette whose face was currently smushed against the sofa. you eyed his sleepy frame, feeling your heart melt as you saw all of his bouncy curls sticking out from his hoodie. "i miss you."
a soft scoff left your lips, quirking an eyebrow up at him. you set down your batter covered spoon, crossing your arms across your chest feigning annoyance. harry had just woken up from a nap, his eyes still puffy. he just kept on smiling up at you, your facade crumbling with every second you spent looking at his face. shaking your head at the boy, strands of your hair falling onto your forehead.
"you're crazy, h."
"crazy for you." it was almost laughable how quickly that boy was able to respond to your comments with cheesy lines. even after a year, he still treated you exactly like he had in the early weeks of your relationship. taking it upon himself to woo you every chance he got.
you tossed the rag you had used to wipe off cookie dough from your arms, the dark red fabric plopping on his head of curls. "mmm. those cookies smell delicious, honey…red velvet?"
"your favorite." making your way over to harry, running your arms over his as you wrapped them around him. swatting the rag off his head, his green eyes popping out from behind the rag a playful glint in them. he adjusted his position to where he was sitting up, trying to drag you closer to him. "h, baby, i'm trying not to burn cookies over here."
"the quicker you get over here the quicker you get back to the cookies," he teased, his voice still raspy from having woken up. you allowed the brunette to tug you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his waist nearly melting into him due to how warm and cozy he was. his hands quickly finding their place on the small of your back, his thumbs rubbing over the exposed skin a small shiver made its way up your spine.
"you know- i feel like you do this on purpose. you get all nice and comfy, so whenever you wanna cuddle me you just pull me in; knowing damn well i can't resist you. and next thing you know, i'll never want to leave."
"that's the plan, lovey." a small flutter made its way to your chest, blush dusting your cheeks as you nuzzled into his face pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead. harry let out a noise of appreciation, nudging your nose with his as he tugged you closer. "your mouth smells like chocolate... were you eating the batter?"
"shut it,"
he tells me i'm pretty
don't know how to respond
bright. so damn bright. a soft whine left your lips as you attempted to twist away from the sunlight burning your eyelids. after spending a couple minutes of trying to ignore the bright white light, you decided to make a better use of your day and attempting to get up. your bleary eyes making eye contact with an inked chest, stiffening slightly. a small sound left your lips, as you rubbed your eyes to see if it was truly real life or if it was just a dream.
"pretty girl... did i wake you?" a soft flutter erupted in your stomach, smiling sleepily at his choice of words. he wrapped his arm around your frame, tugging you close to him laying your head on his chest. a soft whine left your lips as you nuzzled further into his warmth, allowing your legs to entwine with his. "still sleepy?"
"mhmm... so warm."
"then go back to bed, pretty girl." the sound of his morning voice, and with your head on his chest made him sound so good. so unreal. it was heavenly. you lifted your head up just to press a soft kiss on his startled lips, a chuckle leaving the brunette. you locked eyes with his bright green ones, wanting nothing more than to just spend all day staring at him.
"you're so pretty..." the brightest shade of pink dusted your cheeks, shying away from his stare. he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss onto your face.
i tell him that he's pretty too
can i say that?i don't have a clue
it truly didn't matter how many times your eyes looked onto that man, you were absolutely breath taken every time. he was gorgeous. absolutely beautiful. every tiny little scar, and the dark ink coating his toned skin. slowly lifting your hand up to trail it over the exposed skin. you traced the outline of every tattoo you could get your hands on, leaving featherlike kisses on his chest after you had finished a tattoo.
harry had told you many times about how insecure he got at times, especially after being on tour and most of his outfits being quite tight on him. so if he did have something he wasn't happy with, he knew his fans would end up capturing it from every possible angle.
but you couldn't see it.
you just couldn't.
he always told you about how sometimes his hair annoyed him because it never wanted to style just how he wanted it. his curls were always sticking out, every which way. he didn't like the little wrinkles by his eyes, that showed that he wasn't as young as he was whenever he first started. but you loved every inch of that man.
you made it your mission to shower that man in as much love and endless compliments, knowing it not only made him feel good but you would be able to see his cheeks flare up a bright red.
which was huge plus in your book.
one things you did every once in a while whenever you felt he was a little down; press a chaste kiss on his forehead, down to his left cheek, and then to his right, and then a nibble on his nose. if he hadn't already interrupted your nibble with his own lips, you would press a much awaited kiss onto his awaiting ones.
with every passing moment, i surprise myself
im scared of flies
im scared of guys
someone please help
"you have to get your shit together,"
"you think i'm not trying? i'm fucking terrified..."
"of what..?"
"of falling in love. i'm scared to let myself fall in love, cause i know the second i let that wall fall down he's gonna leave."
"you can't think like this-”
"i know! trust me i know. i just can't stop... every single person that i've dated, has always broken my heart like this. its only whenever i allow myself to relax, that's when they do it." your voice wavered at the end of that statement, tugging at the loose hairs that were falling out of your bun. your best friend was currently trying to get you to calm down, her worried eyes scanning your distressed figure.
you and harry's 1 year anniversary was coming up, right after valentines day and you were absolutely stressed. everything felt too good.
a little too good.
you were scared shitless. you felt like everything in the relationship was great. amazing, even. but you couldn't stop your anxiety from being at an all time high. harry had been a little distance, not incredibly, but enough for you to be stressed.
"he could just be busy, hon."
"he always tells me whenever he's busy. i just- what if i did something wrong?" she pursed her lips as she eyed you, her demeanor softening as she was realizing how worked up this was getting you. she wrapped her arm around you, allowing you to lay your head against her. "i'm sorry i get like this."
"no need to apologize. we just need to work on your fight or flight mode. and hopefully turn the flight off of auto."
"it's not my fault-"
"i know, sweets. but you can't just prepare for the worst whenever you get the slightest thought that he could be 'leaving'."
"i know... i'm just so scared of getting my heart broken, that my defense mechanism goes a little haywire."
cause i think i've fallen in love this time
i blinked, and suddenly i had a valentine
the sound of something crashing behind you made you jump, hastily turning around in fear of what the sound was. a groan leaving your lips as you realized your basket had fallen over.
you were in the middle of trying to build your boyfriend a gift for valentine's day, and things were going pretty good. well. they were.
you had taken it upon yourself to make him a goody basket with all of his favorite things; some throws for his house, a couple of his favorite brand of candles, his favorite sweets, and even a little crochet cow that you had made yourself as a spur in the moment decision. all you needed to do was throw them in the basket in an organized manner.
as a spontaneous decision you wanted to tie some balloons on the back of the basket; awful choice truly. for some reason you weren't thinking about using something to weigh down the basket before attaching the balloons, and next thing you knew the basket was laying sideways in a puddle of paint.
"you've got to be kidding me," you uttered some curse words, hurrying to grab some paper towels from the kitchen and trying to wipe the red blob of paint on the front of the basket. to no avail.
"everything okay in there, lovey?" the sound of harry's voice made you stiffen, halting your hurried movements. you scrambled to chuck the basket into the empty coat closet, struggling to get the balloons to cooperate with the door. you could give two shits about the paint getting on your clothes, successfully getting the door to shut.
the sound of harry making his way down the stairs made you jump into hyper speed, hastily grabbing a half done project of yours and plopping some of the bright paint on it and smearing it around with your hands to make it look like you were doing something. harry stopped as he spotted you sitting criss-cross on the floor, a smile making its way onto his face once he realized the mess you had made on yourself.
"lovey... you do know the paint goes on the canvas, right?"
"jesus, honey you scared me. and for your information, yes i do. the paint just doesn't like to stay on the canvas." you pouted, looking up at your boyfriend who was dressed in nothing but a pair of black sweatpants. you offered the brunette a paintbrush, a cheeky smile sported on your face. "wanna join? i can't make any promises that the paint won't get on you."
what if he's the last one i kiss?
a soft gasp left your lips. a small chuckle left harry, his face buried against your neck as he covered every inch of your neck in wet kisses. your hands buried themselves in his curls, tugging softly.
"lovey..." the warning tone in his voice made you giggle, allowing your thoughts to encourage him. tug. "don't tell me that i didn't warn you,"
a loud squeal left your lips as he hoisted you into the air. his hands finding their place on your waist your legs wrapping around his waist as he made his way towards your made bed.
what if he's the only one i'll ever miss?
"i don't want to go on tour,"
"then don't" you bluntly stated, a small smile tugging at your lips. harry just shook his head at you, chuckling at your statement. the brunette was currently packing all of his belongings from his closet that he had wanted to bring with him on tour, stuffing the last of his toiletries in a small bag.
"you know its not that easy-"
"i know, h. i'm just joking"
"but i wish you weren't... i don't want to have to miss you." he mumbled, running his fingers over the exposed skin on your torso.
today was the last day before he went back on tour, one of his biggest yet. while he was excited, the thought of leaving you behind still made him want to second guess himself. he was choosing today to take advantage of seeing you.
spent the morning cooking you breakfast, bringing it to you in bed where the pair of you cuddled and ate some delicious pancakes. and for lunch he insisted on cooking some pasta for the two of you to share, which was delicious.
and now as the sun was hiding behind the horizon, streams of purple, pink and orange coating half of the sky. you guys were in your favorite lounge chair, with his head on your lap watching the sun go down. your hands were running through his locks wanting to remember every second of this.
his lips.
his smile.
his dimples.
and even just his scent.
maybe i should run, im only 21
i don't even know who i want to become
"i feel like i don't have my life together, whatsoever. all i do is paint, and substitute teach like a couple times a week..i'm not doing what i wish i was doing. i just feel like i'm back in high school again. trying to kill time by picking up a job so i could at least make money and be bored."
"honey, if you're not happy, then why don't you just go out and try to find a job in what you like doing." harry's words sounded muffled over the phone, but the message was still clear. you nibbled on your bottom lip deep in thought as you were looking at your last paystub.
"it's not that, h. i just don't want to be a burden for you-"
i've lost all control of my heartbeat now
got caught in a romance with him somehow
i still feel a shock through every bone
when i hear an 'i love you'
cause now i got someone to lose
breath.
god damn it say it back.
stop looking at him like a fucking guppy.
"i love you too." a soft voice emitted from the tip of your mouth, feeling a warm sensation course through your body. you hadn't even noticed that your eyes had watered until a tear escaped and made its way down your cheek. harry's face lit up, bringing you by wrapping his arms around your waist. the warmth of your bodies pressed up against each other made the room 10x hotter, wanting nothing more than to remove your jacket and toss it across the room. the second your lips touched, you felt a small shock. like electricity making its way through every little vein in your body. allowing yourself to melt into his embrace.
that was the first time he had ever uttered those words and dear god if those were the most holy words you had ever heard in your life.
"i love you so much." harry mumbled those words onto your lips, his breath fanning your face feeling your knees buckled slightly as he tightened his grip on you. "are you glad i didn't say it months into us getting together?"
"i would have done it the first day if you let me," you teased, a rumble of laughter coming from harry who threw his head back in laughter. you joined in on his teasing, knocking into his shoulder. even though this moment was everything you could have ever hoped for and more.
there was the tiniest little voice whispering to you that harry could leave you at any second, and absolutely destroy you.
the first one to ever like me back
i'm seconds away from a heart attack
how the hell did i fall in love this time?
and honestly, i can't believe i get to call you mine
i blinked and suddenly
today was valentine's day, or as you liked to call it; one long ass anniversary day. you guys had officially been dating for over 3 years now, the best three years of your life. nevertheless, you were still terrified to see how harry would react to the gift you had made him.
that was your whole thing.
you love giving gifts.
absolutely loved it.
but you also took gifts incredibly serious. you just want everything to be perfect.
"before we went to dinner, i wanted to give you your gift. if you're okay with that." he chuckled, knowing you had been begging to shower him in gifts since you had woken up. but he wouldn't let you. he wanted to wait until after you guys had dinner.
you practically jumped into the air, almost breaking your ankle from your shoes. he just smiled at your newfound energy, practically vibrating from excitement.
"can i give you mine first?"
"absolutely you can, lovey."
after he had finished the first word you spun on your heels and made a break towards the couch. you would pay money to see what his expression looked him, as you proceeded to toss the cushions to the floor making small signs of approval as you found exactly what you were looking for. a small book; a beautiful leather cover that you had engraved yourself. h's initials were at the bottom of the spine.
"what in the world did you hide in the couch-"
his words were cut off by you spinning around with a nervous smile, showing the book to him. you felt like a toddler whenever they hold up something to their parents, a cheesy grin on their features. harry took the book from your hands as tenderly as he could, his fingers running over the intricate detail on the cover.
"love... wow. this is- this is beautiful. where in the hell did you find this?"
"i-i made it. i started working on it a couple months ago... i know how you're always trying to find new things to read. and to find inspiration for your songs. so i wrote you a book."
"you wrote me a book?!" the flabbergasted look on his face made you giggle. you went around the other side of the book so you could show him, turning the cover over so he could see that you had written it by hand. you had practiced over and over to make sure you didn't mess up the ink on the paper, or to ensure that you didn't misspell anything. "honey... i... my gift is gonna look like- i don’t- this is amazing. this is the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. thank you so much, i love you so much"
"oh hush. and of course honey, it’s no biggie... i love you most,"
"well... i- i don't even know how to follow that up." you giggled at what he said, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. his eyes were doe eyed as he stared at your face in complete adoration. you noticed a small movement from his hand, flickering down to a small box he had in his left hand. "honey... i love you so much. you have been one of the best constants in my life. i've never been this happy; ever. seeing your face every morning when i wake up just further proves my point. i know that you're the last person i ever want to miss. the last person i want to have to kiss. you have made me into a better person. you taught me patience, and learning how not to take things for granted... and i really can't imagine being able to see you walk down the isle with anyone other than me."
"harry..."
he took that as his cue to drop down on one knee, his eyes brimming with tears. a small sob left your lips, drawing your shaking hands up to your mouth. he propped the box open, your eyes falling on the prettiest and daintiest ring you had ever seen in your life.
this can't be real.
"will you please... make me the happiest person on this planet- no... in existence and do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me?"
breath.
a second passed by.
"i-what- of course! yes. yes! a million times yes!" you struggled to choke out, throwing your arms around the brunette who just let out a small cry as he held you tightly against his chest. he struggled to get the ring on with both of your hands trembling, small laughs leaving both of your tear stained lips.
and at that moment... your mind was silent.
there was no little voice.
no anxiety.
no second thoughts.
you knew. you knew that this is exactly as it should be.
i had a valentine
a/n: ahhhh! i haven’t written about the loml in forever, so please lemme know if you have any feedback. my requests are also open! feel free to spam me. thank you lovelies 🫶🏼
In the og Christmas drawing they actually kissed but then I realized I’m working harder not smarter lol
But yeaa I kept the og and made some adjustment to it lol
It turned out cute lol
Who said that the sun wasn’t the greatest metaphor for the transgender experience?
I burn and burn, using up all my energy to keep up the brightness that everyone is used to. Emptying the limited sources that I have left just to make sure that I don’t stray from expectation. But then one person looks at me and says, “Aren’t you tired?” And suddenly I don’t know who I was putting this concert on for. And so I stop burning just to realize that I’ve been doing this for so long that I know nothing else. I don’t know how to just be, not bending over backwards for other people.
And so I explode, taking the person who was trying to help me all this time with me to a new place. To a new haven for just me and her.
Trans planet yuri, etc
Things that I know.
1. Yaoi is the opposite of yuri
2. According to tumblr, yuri seems to be just about anything, but I have most commonly seen it take the form of two inanimate objects in close proximity to one another. Eg minecraft furnace and crafting table, trains crashing into each other, etc.
Therefore, we can conclude that Yaoi is two inanimate objects that are very far apart from each other. The sun and the earth are yaoi.
HELP I SHOULD NOT BE LAUGHING SO HARD 😭😭
(Also fyi he was NOT arrested)
everybody wake up yoongi got arrested for drunk driving an electric scooter
Bro my cough's so bad to the point where i can barely say a sentence without coughing or sounding raspy 💀
oh ok wow
sirius sending remus an "i love you" text and getting an "i love you too?" back only to realise he'd accidentally texted regulus instead of remus bc their names are too close in his contact list and now he feels bad bc he hadn't meant to text regulus and regulus not only replied but said it back and goddamn it now he's crying
don’t worry guys see he’s just sleeping 😊😊😊
((I’m this close to crying))
okay, is this just me or:
even though you’re lazy, and you’re out somewhere away from your home, but on your way back, you just get this pressure on your chest, like—
“please, i don’t wanna go back yet, i need more time”
and very dramatic about, but actually not?
like, there doesn’t have to be anything bad happening at home, you just want to explore more like you’re on an adventure — and you love being at home — all comfy, but on your way there, you see the familiar surroundings and want to fucking cry?
no? okay. have a nice day. :)
😭😭😭😭😭
SO YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT ALL OF THESE FINE AS DEMONS FROM DEMON SLAYER HAVE LITERALLY BEEN NAKED THIS WHOLE TIME AND THEY DIDN'T WANNA LET ME SNEAK A PEAK!?!?!😭😭😭😭😭
bro I found this paper that I had to write for my 9th grade English class for extra credit 😭😭
Fuck everyone who thinks poly relationships are stupid or think the partners are all just "cheating" on each other.
Cause poly relationships are the best things I've ever seen and they just warm my heart😭😭😭