I’m hurting myself (hdw au)

“Link, I...”

“Are you ashamed of me?” he asks, hating the way his throat tightens. “Am I just a dirty secret you’re trying to bury?“

Impa looks stricken. “No, no Link listen, it’s complicated—”

His anger boils. “You always say that! You’ve been saying that from day one!” Link snaps, and Impa stiffens. “You explain and explain and explain and yet you never actually tell me what I want to know! Would you just listen to me?”

“Link, please—”

“I just want to know why you didn’t want me!”

Impa stares, and Link looks away from her as tears blur his vision.

The clearing goes quiet.

“I won’t apologize for wanting to understand,” Link says, not allowing his voice to waver, even though it tries its hardest to. “I just want to know. Why I wasn’t good enough for you.”

Impa doesn’t reply, and Link blinks some of the tears from his eyes, still not looking at her.

A soft crunching sound crosses the forest clearing where they stand, footsteps that would be silent apart from all of the leaves coating the ground. They pull to a stop in front of him, but Link still doesn’t look, feeling oddly afraid.

Then Impa takes his chin in her hand and tilts it towards her, meeting his gaze with heartbreak written all over her face.

“Link. The moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were the best thing that had ever happened to me,” she whispers, voice raw. “Giving you up was one of the worst decisions I have ever had to make. I... words are not my strong suit. But I never stopped loving you, Link. I’ve done my best from a distance, but I know it wasn’t enough.”

She breathes out, the sound shuddering.

“And I am so sorry. For not doing more. I was only trying to protect you.”

“Let me go back to the start. . .”

10 days of Superbloom (Day 7 of 10)

Ashton Irwin via Instagram / Unknown Edit / Unknown Hand Reaching Photography / Unknown Lightning Photography / Literally Just A Blend Between the Two Colors via Unknown / Unknown VHS Word Art (I type this a lot) / Unknown Eyes In Green Televisions / Unknown Painting / Still From the Flim CAKE (2014) by Rachel Morrison

post your nine favourite albums

tysm @lukevangelista for tagging me!!

1. From Under The Cork Tree — Fall Out Boy

2. Moving Pictures — Rush

3. Bridges — Josh Groban

4. Danger Days — My Chemical Romance

5. Masterpiece Theatre — Marianas Trench

6. Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812 — Original Broadway Cast Recording

7. A Farewell To Kings — Rush

8. A Night At The Opera — Queen

9. Dead Silence — Billy Talent

gonna tag @frasermints @wmnylander @butchdomi @bumperbonk @kucherovv @donttelltheelff and anyone else who wants to share their faves!! pls tag me i gotta listen to some new stuff

I’m honestly so damn proud of Jaewon, it takes so MUCH strength and will power to pull yourself out the depths of your depression and try to make small steps towards being okay again, it’s so damn hard but he did it.

What if there were these characters that I loved so so much….. what if they wouldn’t leave my brain until I drew them….. would you guys still like me…………..

characters belong to @lanternmice and @saturncoyote respectively!

Barry Allen or Hal Jordan comics for the rest of ur life who would u choose?

This is actually so hard, why would you do this to me hahaha 😭😭😭

It’s hard because, like, I LOVE Barry, he is my WORLD, everything I do REVOLVES around him. He’s truly my moon and stars. Just all the cliches you can think of and that’s only a minuscule representation of how I feel about him… BUT Hal’s stories and the entire Green Lantern mythos are so amazing and inspiring and have gotten me through SO MUCH. Plus his friendship with Barry and the ways that Barry plays into his stories are so important and huge and UGH 😭

And that’s not even getting into the super pragmatic response that delves into who has the better runs overall, the longer runs, the least amount of bad editorial decisions sullying their good name, and the better supporting cast…

Can I refuse to answer this?? Of course I can but that feels like such a cop out 😮‍💨

I’m having a mental breakdown AND THIS IS JUST THE FIRST QUESTION 😭

…Okay, so… full disclosure… I have no qualms saying that Hal’s Green Lantern comics (ESPECIALLY the entire Geoff Johns run) is far and away my FAVORITE superhero comic series of all time BUT that does NOT change the fact that Barry is ABSOLUTELY my favorite fictional character of ALL TIME.

So, with that being said… if the question is asking PURELY about past/current comics… I *may* have to say my answer is Hal Jordan comics 🥹 IF the question is including and/or focused on future comics (and let’s just say future comics at their absolute best, like maximum potential has been reached) then my answer is Barry Allen comics 😌

My cop out answer is a shared Barry Allen and Hal Jordan comic OR either of them with plenty of appearances from the other 😜

The Love I Need to See Me Through

Pairings/Characters: ZoSan

Rating/Warnings: T, foreign languages

When Prince Sanji is freed by Viking King Zoro, he jumps at the opportunity to leave Germa. He doesn't expect to be treated so well, or to fall in love with the warrior king. Zoro doesn't know why Sanji was locked up, but he's not one to pass by such a beautiful treasure.

Did not quite make it in time for Zoro’s birthday, but it’s still Zoro’s Birthday Weekend! Happy birthday Zoro I got you a pretty Sanji 💚💙

i don’t like to talk about my drug problems but the new years has me reflecting and i just wAnt to say i would not wish dopesickness or withdrawal on my worst enemy. but i do wish that people could be more understanding without going through those things themselves. The instinct IS to wish those things on bigoted people, but it shouldn’t be that way.

officially deleted discord

I’m sad, I’ve had a bunch of fun cool ideas sitting in the back of my head since like new years which I wanted to use for rare pair week, but like life has been kicking my ass so I didn’t have time to even start anything and now it’s over :( guess they will just keep living in my head until next year

i just realized now that pride month is (basically) over i’ve been out to my parents for a whole year

Warden: so, Zev, my love… I have to tell you something

Zevran: oh what, did you fuck Morrigan lol

Warden:…

Zevran: no the fuck you did not

Warden: she’s carrying my child too

Zevran: WHAT

Warden: IT WAS THE ONLY WAY I COULD SURVIVE KILLING THE ARCHDEMON IM SORRY PLZ DONT BE MAD JT WASNT REALLY CHEATING I HATED EVERY MINUTE OF IT-

Zevran: WHY DIDNT YOU INVITE ME

Warden: wot

Zevran: you know I have a kink for watching you get fucked! God that would have been SO HOT!! Where is she I demand a repeat performance

Warden:

Zevran: did I say something wrong?

Warden: let’s pretend like this conversation never happened actually

Secretly hoped this guy would be able to drive me home because I am sick with the COVID and must drive 12 hours and I do not want to. But he cannot, instead I must suffer greatly and try desperately not to die

me when grief is just love with nowhere to go

When you love your job - like the part you actually get paid for. But the work you have to put in after hours without pay is affecting your mental health because it’s a lot and it’s stressful and takes up all of your free time

Hi Diane!

I promise this will end in an ask, but I have a story to share first, if you have the time.

I’m very new to Tumblr, in fact, I was moved to finally create an account to send you this message, but I’ve been casually poking around for a bit. A quick google last summer told me that Tumblr is the best place to get Good Omens news from Neil himself, but it didn’t do the courtesy of warning me just how magnetic this particular bastion of chaotic creative internet mayhem can be. This story is one example. Fun note, when I was composing this message my husband looked over my shoulder at the literal essay I’d typed out and suggested that I maybe, perhaps, might consider shortening it to the length of a conversation that could take place in an elevator. Or in line at the coffee shop. However, i’m not one sacrifice enormity for brevity.

Your post the other day regarding the cover for your novel, Stealing the Elf King’s Roses, got me thinking. First, that it was a very genuine thing to share, second, that I wasn’t entirely sure why I wasn’t immediately familiar with your work, and third, what a fun visual challenge. I was still thinking about it when I should have been sleeping, so I decided to dig in. I almost stopped reading your bio at the ‘blah blah blah’ because I was feeling quite bad about my media literacy at that point, but then I saw that you’re well-known for the Young Wizard series.

The Young Wizard series.

I said I’d try to keep it brief and this is my best attempt. I read books 1-5 of that series during the hardest, strangest, most heartbreaking time in my childhood when I desperately needed a different reality than my own. What I found in your novels was so much better than that. Your stories, your characters, your vision, helped teach me to ground myself in my strengths, frame my reality with hope and purpose, and how to build the spaces I needed within myself to find the compassion, forgiveness, joy and peace I so desperately needed. One of the things I built within myself on my healing journey was a beautiful jeweled box. It resides in my mind just off of I-335 in Topeka, Kansas. I was driving through the flint hills on a road trip from Milwaukee to Wichita when I finally finished the long process of constructing it, so that is where it stays, shining in the sun and twinkling under the stars. This box contains everything I experienced that couldn’t come with me as I grew. Crafting it was a lengthy, emotional, wrenching process, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever done to allow me to become the person I am today. I used visit it every now and again, to make sure the jewels are still bright, but I’m very careful to not jostle the lid.

I’m recounting all of this to you because two nights ago I quite suddenly found myself standing beside my box for the first time in almost a decade. I could feel the gravel under my slipper socks as I gently opened the lid to see my copies of your books resting at the very top. I wasn’t immediately familiar with your work when I saw your name because it is so inextricable from the very fabric of how healed myself, that I accidentally let your words fall under the closed lid of the very box they helped enable me to make. Nothing else clamored to be released as I carefully pulled them out, and once more closed the lid.

So, the ask. I will be brief here - I’m an artist. Not currently working professionally as I’m exploring a different career path, but I’m usually working on a personal project or two. I needed a new one and was still intrigued by the post that started this all, so to help me process the emotions described above I made a version of a cover for STEKR and wanted to ask if I could share it with you. It looks like I can’t attach here, but I’d love to post it on my new, very empty page. It truly might not be your style, but I once again found solace in a space you opened the door to and this time I have the opportunity to share it!

Also, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

You're so very welcome! And I'm really glad the books were there for you when you needed them. (And plainly are there with you still.) 😊

And absolutely, post that cover! I'll be delighted to see it.