#actually i’m not and i would connect this to hockey but thats a whole can of worms cough cole cough jack

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certain accounts liking that post SURELY NOT 😭😭 you sick evil people

#also fetishizers and misogyny projectors and HOMOPHOBESSS you are freaks and p adjacent and grrrrr #i see the way you discuss SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD max i see it you nasty nasty freaks ugh #and also charles and seb and NICO bjnwmajjs grrrr you are all very frightening i hope you know this #anyway im normal now #actually i’m not and i would connect this to hockey but thats a whole can of worms cough cole cough jack #cough any n td p boy #if this shows up in tags i will k m s #this is not about moots obviously

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Freddy Renfield

(Sorry about the bad gif/I’m an amateur)(requested by anonymous)

(It could just be quarantine but count nightwing kinda lookin like a snack as I rewatch the episode)

- Technically you “saw” Freddy before you actually met him.

- It was late one night and you were walking home from a friends house when you spotted a figure standing at the end of the street. It made you stop in your tracks as you tried to focus, wondering if your eyes were deceiving you in the dark.

- Deciding to check it out, you started to walk towards the shadowy figure when all of a sudden the crash of a garbage can made you turn around. When you looked back the figure was gone and goosebumps ran across your skin.

- Unbeknownst to you, you’d just narrowly avoided being a teenage vampires meal. But it wouldn’t be your last encounter with the undead.

- Soon after you found yourself in the chilled air of your yard, sitting in your swing after struggling to fall asleep after waking up in the middle of the night. You were almost positive that it was just the barren darkness that was making your skin crawl but you weren’t sure. It felt like someone’s eyes on you yet after surveying the streets and your own yard you didn’t find anything.

- Imagine your surprise when a voice rang out behind you.

“I see I’ve stumbled across a creature of the night” You almost jumped out of your skin as you whipped your head around.

- The owner of the voice was... kinda cute. At least he was the same age as you, that made things a whole lot less creepy. Plus, it was nice to connect a face to the feeling of eyes on you; you were almost completely sure it was him who’d been watching you.

- You shyly greeted him, hyper aware of the fact that you were dressed in your pajamas and that your hair probably looked like a birds nest. Yet he didn’t seem to mind as he walked closer, leaning against the support of the swing as he introduced himself and asked if he scared you.

- You vaguely recognized the name before realizing why you remembered it. Him and his family had been the talk of the town after both him and his sister randomly dropped out in middle school. Hardly anyone had seen them since.

- But here he was and here you were, having a conversation... in the night... and the fog...and your yard with no one else in sight. ...It was starting to dawn on you that this was a little weird.

- And yet you stayed, well... until he started talking about all the creatures that could be crawling around in the dark. You laughed, thinking he was joking but his face was serious...well, until he cracked a grin at your falling face.

- Finally, you decided that you’d had enough conversation for the night and stood with a scoff. You began walking towards your door but stopped for a moment when he asked what you were doing, following you as you went.

“I’m a bit too old for monsters Freddy.” You told him before disappearing inside your home.

- Weirdly enough, after your first late night encounter you began a friendship with the nocturnal boy. As soon as the sun began to go down you’d find him lingering in the shade waving you over. If it was later in the night he’d throw rocks at your window until you noticed him.

- You’d been friends with Freddy for a while when he asked if he could show you something. Soon enough you found yourself under a streetlight watching as he took a nervous deep breath and grew fangs before your eyes. All you could do was stare at him, not saying a word as he awaited your response.

- Hesitantly, you placed your hands on his face, holding him still as you moved closer, wanting a better look as you processed what you were seeing. Before you knew what was happening he surged forward and placed his lips on yours, stealing a quick chaste kiss.

- You weren’t sure what to say after that, you’d just been “told” that your best friend was a vampire and that he likes you as more than a friend. What could you say after that?

“You...have a lot of explaining to do.”

- And thus began your relationship with the teenage creature of the night.

- Well your boyfriends a vampire so obviously you don’t go out very much. A lot of your dates are hanging out at his house, going to the park or walking around town.

- Bowling or arcade dates when you can afford it.

- That being said, unless you have lenient parents you’re going to have to be okay with sneaking out. Although I suppose if you dressed him up like a mummy or clung to the shadows you could go out during the day.

- Get used to knocks at your window since that’s how he invites you out. All of a sudden you’ll hear a tap at the glass and he’ll be peeking in at you, asking to be let in.

- Every now and again you’ll be too tired to hang out so you’ll have to put up with his pout when he arrives at your window. But depending on how much he wants to be with you he’ll sometimes just crawl into bed behind you.

- Thats one thing he does sort of miss: having a bed. So he doesn’t mind laying down with you from time to time, even if he doesn’t fall asleep.

- When grandpa Nightwing hears about your relationship he decides to give Freddy his century old, outdated advice. Some of it is salvageable, other things not so much....

- Kind of uncomfortable dinners with his family, they’re lovely “people” but it takes some getting used to. He’s definitely joked that you’re dinner before and made you nervous.

- He likes to scare you with different horror stories and pranks.

- Teases you with his fangs, like baring his teeth and curling his fingers like they’re claws. Usually after he makes a joke about his monster side, or after you do.

- He gets a bit shy when bringing you into his bedroom for the first time but he finds it cute when you marvel at his coffin. He offers to let you try it, “only if you’d like.”.

- Hanging out in his basement.

- Playing air hockey with him. He can get competitive but after a while so will you, the spirit is contagious.

- Wrestling with each other.

- Hes a cheeky boy so be prepared to deal with that. You might want to learn a few lines to throw back at him.

- He may or may not let you go for a ride in Count Nightwings coffin. Only during the daytime of course, he doesn’t want you coming face to face with a bloodthirsty batch of vampires.

- Because he’s aware of what lurks in the dark he’s grown very protective of you. He doesn’t like you being alone at night or doing anything remotely foolish. Like going into the woods by yourself even if it’s during the day; he isn’t the only creature that’s not fiction.

- If you’re ever faced with anything scary he makes sure to step in front of and shield you. They’ll have to go through him to get to you.

- He’s pretty cunning so he usually has no problem bailing you out of whatever trouble you’re in.

- He likes proving he’s tough, whether that be by telling you stories about himself or doing dangerous/scary things in front of you. He’d find it amusing if you got worried over him but he’d also grow a bit flustered at the attention.

- You’ll definitely have to deal with gossip since someone will inevitably see you together or you’ll have to tell someone about your relationship.

- Growing close to Cara. If we’re going by the book then you’d hang out with her during the school day.

- She’d help you get revenge and tease Freddy after he teases you. All you really have to do is ignore him to whisper with her and you’ll drive him crazy with your “secret keeping”.

- Since you’re usually together during the night you never have to worry about what other people think. You can always be your idiotic or silly selves with each other.

- Hes can get a bit jealous but not just in the romantic way. He’s jealous of regular people who can spend as much time as they’d like with you because they aren’t bound to the dark. And he’s jealous of other guys who would make much easier boyfriends or who can be around you all day and grow closer while he’s away from you.

- Making cute deals with each other.

“If I do X can I have a kiss?”

“If you do it I’ll give you two.”

“It’s a deal!”

- He’s not a big fan of surprises for obvious reasons. He much prefers you just telling him what you have in store for him.

- He has a tendency to get carried away with things which can cause you to fight from time to time. Although, your fights never last very long and he doesn’t have a problem apologizing.

- You’re like 80% of his impulse control, you have to stop him from doing risky or stupid things.

- Grandpa Nightwing has probably given Freddy an old amulet to give to you for your birthday or some other special occasion. Neither of you are sure if it has magical properties or not.

- Koala hugging him while he hangs from the ceiling/crawls on it.

- You definitely have to dress up as a vampire for Halloween at least once.

- Movie marathons.

- Handholding.

- It does take some getting used to when you go to his house. It’s a bit disorienting when you arrive at ten o’clock pm and you’re greeted with an early morning atmosphere.

- Don’t worry if you catch him staring at you, he’s trying to look at every detail of your face so that he can remember it perfectly during the long times he’s away from you.

- Cara likes to tease the two of you when you get all mushy after not seeing each other. Her favorite descriptor is “nauseating”.

- They say you should never trust a vampire but the sentiment is hard to believe when your boyfriend is such a sweetheart.

#goosebumps #goosebumps imagine #goosebumps headcanons #goosebumps headcanon #90s tv show #90s tv show imagine #90s tv shows #90s tv series #90s tv headcanons #freddy renfield imagine #freddy renfield headcanons #freddy renfield headcanon #freddy martinez #freddy renfield #freddy martinez headcanons #freddy martinez headcanon #freddy martinez imagine #vampire breath #vampire breath goosebumps

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hullo everyone, i’m nora, i’m 22, from the gmt timezone, and i love gillian flynn w all my withered heart. below the cut is info on my latest baby frida parrish. LIKE THIS and i’ll hit u up for plots xo

       ( kristine froseth, cis-female ) did you hear how FRIDA PARRISH is applying to columbia university as a CLASSICAL CIVILISATION major ?! the 20 year old is living in the WALLACH HALL. i heard that they got in because they are + MAGNETIC and + TENACIOUS, but honestly i think SHE can be -DOUBLE-CROSSING and -FANCIFUL. they’re a real SYRABITE. oh well, only time will tell if the SOPHOMORE will make it til the end.   + a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, pouring over leather-bound volumes in a library, bloodstains on the insoles of pointe shoes.

BACKGROUND.

—  born in vermont and lived there til she was about eleven, but then her family moved to new york for her dad’s job. her dad is kind of famous. a big shot art dealer. he actually got so well connected in the art world by creating forgeries of famous works when frida was still really young, but once he had enough money and contacts, he decided to follow a more legal and reputable path and now he just deals legit art rather than fakes. —  her parents, mara dagney and richard parrish met doing a fine art cause at nyu. richard was raised in the uk, one of three cambridge-born brothers. mara grew up on a ranch in new mexico. they met in freshers week and were basically inseparable after that. —  pretty soon after graduating, her parents realised there was very little money to be made taking art commissions in a little new england town, and plenty of competition, so they began forging famous works and selling them to collectors for thousands.  —  when frida was a born (her brother two years her senior, a nuclear family), her parents were still involved in forgery. the parrish kids were taught that people and places were temporary with suitcases permanently packed for the move. they were raised on the fluidity of identity and taught to be resourceful and wise rather than school-smart. phillip was never as resourceful as frida, but he was incredibly learned when it came to literacy and numeracy, and a bit of an art prodigy. —  when frida (affectionately referred to as ‘fox’ by her family because of her auburn hair – it stuck) was nine and phillip (’pippin’, after the broadway musical lmao her mum is lame) was twelve, the family ran into some trouble, managed to bribe an officer to stay quiet, but had to move from burlingdon to new york, to start a new, legal life. —  mara retrained as a grade school teacher. richard opened up his own arts collective space and coffee shop. within a few years, her father had a really large collection of rothko’s, pollock’s and johns’, and began to appear on a tv show where he would value and auction paintings. frida and phillip attended a public new york day school, where frida took up flute, lacrosse and ballet.

PERSONALITY.

— both her parents had Large Personalities, so frida’s never really been shy around adults, even as a kid she’d speak to them in a forthright, confident manner, and because she was always surrounded by adults, she’s always seemed a bit Wise Beyond Her Years. — very much a consolidation of every character in the secret history. has a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. — ”aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing and even that is pointless”  — is majoring in classical civilisation. can read ancient greek and latin. also speaks french. — studies hard and plays hard. she gets top marks but it’s because academia is literally her life, she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witchy woman who invented a cure for cowpox or somethin. — isn’t a foward-planner, however. frida prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manner so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenaline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night. — pretentious motherfucker. LOVES poetry, especially the romantics, loves morbid ones too, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like…. wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am class. — very Intelligent and Beautiful and knows both of those facts. vocal feminist. soapbox sadie. Very Passionate about Issues. plays devil’s advocate. humanitarian, vegan. — judgemental but takes great care not to appear so. — just wants to be Loved By All. a party girl ; doesn’t rlly enjoy it, jst feels she Should enjoy it. — tries to be an Enigma. wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women Desirable and Interesting and Cool. — obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen. — act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student under the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity — heavily involved in the theatre society. loves attention. — has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, runs track, played lacrosse at school, now is a cheerleader probably. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning.  — her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk. — relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art. – likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj. 

anyway, here you will find a pinterest board, and here u will find a stats page.

PLOTS.

here are some generic wanted plots but by all means message me so we can flesh them out more if any strike ur interest:

study buddies !! someone who is equally unprepared and so spends all night in the library with frida before a big deadline, maybe they even met in the library

if they’re from new england or vermont, then cousins . second cousins / extended family / family friends –  probably spat volavons on your character once as children, omg childhood friends !

people who live on the same floor and only know each other from brief interactions in the lift or the canteen

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sporting or academic rivalries ! 

hockey / cheer friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!! 

fellow academics who like meeting up to discuss latin and greek ! gimme a secret society bonding by their love of ancient learning

i reckon she’s in a lot of societies, definitely the film club, maybe works as a projectionist at the uni cinema if they have one so give me ppl affiliated with that, give me fellow wanky pretentious art-lovers and poets and historians who will go to museums and galleries with her and listen to the velvet underground on vinyl

people she gets mortally fucked off her tits with at parties

people who think she is throwing her academic potential away by caving to hedonistic impulse

people she has drunkenly made out with, hooked up with, or regularly sleeps with casually, maybe even a friend w benefits she is repressing feelings for, i love angst, 

people she used to date or unrequitedly likes, but to them it’s just a physical thing, give me all the thirsty angst plots, and maybe some softness too, i need some religion in this girls life, she is a roman catholic after all

thats all for now folks jeez louise thanks for stickin with me

#columbiaintro #here we go Bois

[the-lady-mienshao]

My Inner Life Part 12: Labor Pains in the Ass (Happy Valentine’s Day!)

It’s been a while since we stepped into this distorted kingdom that’s called “Hyrule” now hasn’t it? Not that some of you may remember it...

Anywho, when we last left off Jenna angsted over Link being sent off to fight in the Five Paragraph War (which was resolved with the Treaty of Deus ex Machina) and stood by Link getting Hyrule’s Medal of Honor as those who were glossed over wished a fiery death upon them.

I do not own My Inner Life (not that I would want to in the first place) nor the Legend of Zelda series.

When we arrived back home all of the Kokiri were there to greet us along with or fairies Lilly and Navi. “Your finally home. I missed you Link.” Navi squealed as she flew over to him. (Hey wait, if Navi is Link’s personal fairy why didn’t she accompany him to war?) “You were really missed.” As she flew around him her blue aura brightened. “I missed you too Navi.” Link said as he smiled at her. “Jen and I really missed you to.” Lilly said as she flew in front of me. “Link, hey LINK!” (Oh God! OoT flashbacks!!! DX)

A girls voice called from behind the crowd. Then Saria came running through the crowd and up to him. “I missed you a lot too Link.” “How are you?” Saria said as her eyes lit up at the sight of him. “Were soo glad your home.” “Jen spent a lot of time with us while you were away.” (”Getting lit.”) Just then something caught her eye. “What is that on your uniform?” Saria asked as she gently fingered the pin on Link’s uniform. (Saria! Not in front of everyone else!) “It’s called the “Triforce of Valor.” “The King awarded this to me for my bravery in the field of battle.” Link said with pride. (”And because I also slipped 50 rupees to him”) A loud “WOW” came from the crowd as Link showed everyone. (Jenna must’ve held up a cue card that said something like “Say ‘wow’ or I will end you all”...) “Oh Link, that is soo wonderful.” “You must be so proud of him.” Saria said as she looked at me. “Yes I am, but I’m just glad to have him home again.” I said blushing. Then we had a small celebration to celebrate Link’s return home. (While all the hippy Kokiri stand aside, protesting for peace)

We had a small feast, then we danced and drank. (You’re not supposed to drink while pregnant!) Then around Midnight everyone went home, (bullshit!) and Link and I were left alone. We told Lilly and Navi that we were going to the pond out back to have a swim. The night air was warm, perfect for swimming. We went to our special little pond. (YOUR special pond?!?) Once there we took off our clothes and went into the cool water. We splashed and played around in the water for awhile. The I looked into Link’s eyes. They were glowing under the moonlight. (”Link is not here...”) I went into his arms, and felt his body against mine. Then he gently pressed his lips on mine kissing me deeply. It had been such a long time since we kissed like this. (Yeah five paragraphs is a long time to go without playing tonsil hockey with your captive husband) We kissed even deeper, our tongues finding their ways into each other’s mouth. I felt his hands caressing my body, felt the connection between us growing stronger. I ran my hands down his back as he moved his lips to my neck. I felt his heart beginning to beat faster, heard his thoughts in my mind. (”That prostitute I got was so much better than this...”)

I wanted him soo bad. Wanted to feel him. It had been such a long time since we made love. I whispered in his ear that I wanted him. That I wanted to feel him. And I heard him in my mind, heard him say that he wanted me too. I felt the heat of our bodies, felt his hands touching me, felt them caressing my body. I started to breath faster, as my heart was beating in unison with his. Then I felt him quivering (from drug withdrawal?) against me, as he slowly penetrated my awaiting body. (Of course... more sex...) The intensity of it raced through my body, raced through my bones. It had been a long time since I felt this feeling. As we made love, I felt our connection become full. (Okay please don’t use the term “full” like that ever again) I felt as if our bodies merged. We became as one. (Okay now you’re just re-using phrases from other chapters!) Even more so when we both came to a full climax. I screamed out his name as I felt him release his essence deep inside me. (*random Kokiri steps out onto porch* “SHADDUP!”)

Then I put my lips to his long, sexy pointed ear and whispered words of passion to him, (”You know what to do with that big fat butt~”) before sweetly licking and nibbling on it. (Oh God I just made that line even worse...) I heard him moaning softly as I caressed his ear with my lips and his body with my hands. I was so glad to finally be in his arms again, to be able to feel him. I had longed for this day; Longed to make love to him. Now my dreams had come true. He was finally home.

The next few days were hard on me, the dizziness became horrid and I started to feel sick. (Welcome to our world) It got so bad that I had to rest in bed. Then came the false labor. The pains were so intense that I felt as if my whole body was in a vise. I couldn’t get up out of bed without the pains making me feel like falling over. Link had to care for me. (Like he hasn’t been doing enough of that in this story) I ate all of my meals in bed. And when it was time to bathe Link had to help me to the tub to wash me. It was hard. I felt helpless. (Admit it. You enjoy it...) But Link had told me that he was glad to care for me. I was going to give birth to our baby any day now. And he did not want to see me or the baby get hurt. Then a few nights later it happened. (DUN DUN DUN!)

I woke up and rustled Link awake. “Link honey wake up, its time!” I was going into labor. (Are you sure? Did your water break? Are your contractions a minute apart?) “Grumble.” “Go back to sleep.” Link said as he rolled over. (I think that just speaks for itself...) Then I shook him again. “Link, WAKE UP .....I’m going into labor!” I cried as I shook him. “Wha, What?!” “Oh my Goddesses, its time!” (Oh now you realize the gravity of the situation!) He jumped out of bed, grabbed his robe and went to get Navi and Lilly. As he opened the door, I heard him calling for our fairies. “LILLY, NAVI come quickly!” (Like the fairies know anything about human childbirth!) Link cried. “What is the matter?” Navi asked. “Navi, you and Lilly must fly to the castle quickly, fetch Princess Zelda and the healer!” (Just go get the Ocarina of Time from the closet and teleport yourselves to the Temple of Time!) “Jenna’s going into labor, it’s time!” “And please make haste.” Link cried in urgency. “Lilly hurry, we must go!” Navi screeched. Then Lilly and Navi flew off to fetch Princess Zelda and the healer. (What does Zelda know about birthing?!?)

I didn’t have long. The baby was on its way. I felt the contractions become less spaced apart. I hoped that Lilly and Navi would bring the healer here quickly. (Well it takes an entire day to get across Hyrule Field so it’s going to be some time. Especially since they don’t have the Ocarina of Time...) I tried to hold the baby back, but that was no longer any good after my water broke. “I cannot hold the baby back any longer, Link!” “My water just broke!” “One way or another this baby is coming.” (Damn right) I cried as my breathing became labored. “Just hang in there my love, Lilly and Navi will be back soon with Princess Zelda and the healer.” (Actually they just got eaten by Kaepora Gaebora) Link was getting more concerned with each passing minute. Then a horse came plodding up to the front of the house and I heard voices. “Oh...my Goddesses.....they’re.....finally here!” I said in between gasps of breath. Link ran out the door to hurry them along. Then a minute later he came back with the healer followed by Princess Zelda. “Princess, go get some pillows and blankets!” “And be quick about it.” (So now Zelda’s been reduced to the midwife’s apprentice. Oh how the mighty have fallen...) After Princess Zelda came back with the pillows, she put a pillow under my head and the blankets over and under my body. Then Link came to my side and held my hand.

“Hurry the baby is coming!” I cried as the contractions became closer together. “You must breathe slower.” “Take a deep breath.” “Now push!” The healer yelled. I felt the baby trying to come out but something was wrong. (”The baby was hanging on to my ribcage and kicking the healer’s hands away.”) “Push harder!” She called again “I’m pushing......as hard as I can....DAMNIT!” I screamed. “Princess, do you see the head yet.” “No, not yet!” Zelda cried. “Damnit.... GIVE....me something, LINK...you did this to....me!” (”YOU.... made me... play... the Goddamn CDI... GAMES!!!!!!”) “DAMNIT.... get this thing....out of me....NOW!” I cried as the pain got worse. I started to curse as the pain became more intense. (We know sweetie) “Damn YOU...Link!” I screamed as I looked up at him. (but afterwards I told him I was sorry.) “You must calm down.” Take deep breaths......thats it.” “Princess anything yet?” “No, mistress (You’re an effing princess! Why are you referring to the midwife, who’s lower in social status, as mistress?) something is wrong!” Zelda cried as she looked up. “What?!” The healer yelled as a look of pure shock cross her face. “The baby’s head is not facing down!” Zelda cried again.

With those words came our worst nightmare. (Don’t blame you. C-sections probably didn’t go very well back in those days) My face went white as a sheet and so did Link’s. At that moment I thought our baby was going to die. I started to cry as the thought of loosing our baby looked evident. “We must act quickly!” “We have to get the baby’s head turned!” The healer yelled as she prepared to go in and turn the baby’s head. (”Hmm, it’s dark in here. I better light a match.”) As Zelda and the healer worked quickly they managed to get the baby’s head in the right direction. (Phew! That was intense!) “We got the baby’s head facing down now PUSH!” The healer cried again. “URAGH” I screamed as I pushed with every ounce of strength I had. “Mistress I see the head!” “Now hands, feet.....” Then the next thing that I heard was music to my ears, a baby crying. (Babies aren’t born that quickly!)

“Oh Goddesses....congratulations its a boy!” Zelda cried. Tears of happiness ran down my cheeks as I squeezed Link’s hand. Then Zelda took and wrapped the tiny baby in a blanket and gave him to me. (Aren’t you forgetting a little something? Like the umbilical cord?) I cried even more as I held the tiny miracle in my arms. “He looks just like you my love.” I said softly as I looked up at Link. “We made this tiny miracle together.” I laid my head against Link’s chest as I looked at the baby’s little face. “What shall we call him?” “Since he is a boy, and it was a son you wanted you pick the name my love.” (”How about... Tingle?”) I said as I looked into Link’s eyes. “Link the second he shall be called.” Link said with pride. “After his own father.” (Uh, egotistical much?) “Named after a legend.” “Link Jr.” I said softly. “Welcome into the world little Link.” I laid there and held little Link in my arms. I now felt complete. I had Link. Now I had a son with him. This was the most beautiful gift Link gave me. (Didn’t you say that about the house he built for the two, er, three of you?) He gave me......a miracle.

So it’s a boy for the happy couple... Yay.

About the “baby hanging onto the ribcage joke”, my younger sister was a C-section birth since she wasn’t coming out of my mom and it was almost like she was crawling further up to avoid the doctor. So my mom joked that she was hanging onto her ribcage and kicking away at the hands to stay inside!

#legend of zelda #my inner life #sporking #fanfiction #bad fanfiction #friends #vomitous leviathan #personal