having a crush as an adult is so embarrassing, like why am I kicking my feet and giggling instead of earning enough money to get the green sofa of my dreams
A little star of inspiration 🌟
ethan winters literally spent an entire day running around a secluded village in romania as the pissed off embodiment of that “you cannot kill me in a way that matters” mushroom post and i just think we gotta respect him for the rustle, you know
I have an idea in my head for a t4t Zelink AU where, upon realizing they're both trans, instead of either of them coming out, they just switch places. Like, Link becomes Princess Zelda and Zelda becomes Link, Swordman of Legend. Except, of course, Link's real bad at being a monarch and Zelda is not the best with a sword but they make it work, because Link is incredibly personable and Zelda's destructive capabilities would only be help back by a sword.
So when Ganon finally shows up in this AU he's completely taken off guard when the princess, instead of engaging in a magical duel just charges at him with whatever the closest weapon happens to be, in this case, a steel chair (aka the royal throne) and when Ganon goes "okay at least I know that Links going to sword duel me" he's in no way ready for "hey I spent a gap year becoming a ninja and also built a laser canon"
say goodbye to me, my dear, since that’s all our love comes to
When you learned of the god of war, you thought he’d be tall and muscular and angry. When you were about to meet him, you braced yourself for the worst.
You weren’t quite expecting the short, scrawny, shy kid you ended up getting instead.
(they were doomed from the start)
sharing the silly winny sketchpage I made cuz she was a big hit, look upon my silly pathetic failgirl
detail close-ups under break!
Normal people: it would be cute if these two characters got together.
Me: the entirety of my happiness now depends on what happens between these two fictional characters. I have boarded this ship and I’m not leaving. I have sold my house so I can live on it. I will sail on the winds of subtext and follow the sexual tension like the North Star that it is. I will do this until the very end, until it crushes on the rocks of canon and gets swallowed by the ocean of emotional blue balls and I drown in the disappointment and emptiness that follows.