You can let it out little girl,
you can cry a river
and hate how unfair life is.
You can also tell your friends,
in the end they'd still love you, okay?
You can scream, run and hide
but time will forever pass by.
Like a candle flame,
fragile but still dangerous,
remind yourself nothing is certain.
As long as the fire hasn't stopped
you can still do anything.
So kiss your scars, lick your bleeding wounds,
braid your own hair and make your bed.
Accept your past but don’t let it run your future,
acknowledge your present and then stand up for yourself.
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1, 6, 19, 25!
1. the character everyone gets wrong
Honestly all of them.
6. which ship fans are the most annoying?
Lol. Well. As I’ve said before, I don’t think there’s any true shipping, there’s only some guy obsessing and I find it all very annoying.
19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...
The A/B/O trope. I survived supernatural and didn’t get into A/B/O, and now here I am. And that’s literally because of you. Look what you’ve done to me. The power you hold.
25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
“Where is all the content for [insert some guy who has literally so much content]???”
There is so much content for your some guy. If you don’t like what already exists how about you make something yourself. Complaining nonstop in the main tag isn’t going to fix your problem.
“Why didn’t [insert a woman’s name] return [insert a some guy’s name]’s love?!!! I am so upset about this and therefore will go on a whole rant about how much [insert woman] is terrible because of this!!!”
How about you calm down
“[insert woman’s name] is so mean to [insert some guy’s name]!! She’s such a bitch, I hate her!!!”
Most likely your some guy did something to deserve it
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“Your Power” by OneWingedSparrow
Fic Summary: After marrying Link, Zelda discovers that her idea of the concept of "weakness" might need to be readjusted.
Main Tags: Post-Twilight Princess, Canon Compliant, Married Zelink, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Recovering from Depression, Vulnerability
I wrote this as a standalone, but you could read this as a follow-up to my fic "Do Not Falter," if you wanted to! ;)
Read on AO3
Reblogs are appreciated!
SPOILER WARNING: This fic references the final battles of Twilight Princess, as it is set post-canon.
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Do not show weakness, her father had instructed. Hyrule needs a strong leader to look to, one who does not crumble in the face of adversity.
Ever dutiful, Zelda took his words to heart.
She did not even shudder when the castle burst apart stone by stone, dismantled by the demonic beast within. She did not panic, though her Hero bared his teeth, ready to rush at the man on the horse, wisdom nearly thrown aside in his righteous fury over Midna’s defeat.
—In that moment, in fact, Zelda thought herself quite strong for keeping her composure, for steadily meeting those fierce blue eyes that had always set her heart a-flutter.
But when her soul had been set free, and her body returned to her, she found herself lost for words in the place where light touched darkness.
Her throat choked up. Why...why was asking for aid so difficult?
The Hero chosen by the gods awaited her message patiently, his gaze soft as she stumbled over her plea for the last of his power.
Do not show weakness, her father had urged. She always thought that meant never asking for help. Never having any needs to be filled. Never revealing emotions...nor feeling them at all, for that matter.
Yet...wisdom tugged at her mind, challenging her: did not asking for help require more strength than stifling one’s needs? Did not willingly revealing vulnerability drain more effort than plastering up a stoical front?
Though afraid of the outcome, she let go of her pride...allowing herself to be weak. In turn, her Hero did not demean her. He simply offered his hand.
Several months had passed since their battle against Ganondorf. Since they’d confessed their feelings, and married soon after. Since they’d begun the lifetime process of permitting the other to see previously hidden sides of their characters.
This Hero of hers...he wept at beauty. Each morning when they woke, he praised the goddess for the morning light, for the grace that carried Hyrule to each new day. He gasped at rainbows hanging in the mists over the water, and waved at fishes that danced along the riverbank. He snuggled kittens that were too young to open their eyes, pressing his lips to their scrawny coats and whispering how lovely they were, calling them each by name.
All this Link did with tears in his eyes, welling from his gratitude for surviving thus far, that he might be blessed to behold the light today.
If the strongest person she knew was unafraid to display such tenderness...such gentleness...perhaps, Zelda mused, her long-held definitions of “weakness” and “strength” were misguided.
Such were the thoughts in her heart, two years to the day since the Twilight fell.
Daylight danced through the loft’s window, while Ordona sparrows trilled outside. She woke up drowsily, blinking in the brightness. Such a contrast to the dim and dreary atmosphere she awakened to back then. Suffocating darkness, that turned all to spirits. A fate her people never deserved. A surrender she wished she could have avoided. A life that, so long as she remained in the Twilight, was not truly living at all.
She did not notice herself crying until Link’s arms wrapped around her, more snug. Then the tears fell freer, glittering in the morning light. As she lay on her side, with him behind her, Zelda forced herself to breathe. The darkness...the darkness was no more.
“I’m here,” her Hero murmured in her ear. “I know...today is hard.”
Zelda swallowed.
Do not show weakness, her father had said, long ago. She loved her father dearly. She respected his judgment. She truly believed him very wise.
Yet, perhaps...perhaps he did not have the right counsel in every moment.
As she sniffled, Zelda reached for her Hero’s hands, and squeezed them tightly.
Lend me your power, she hoped her grip whispered. Your gentle strength...your courageous meekness...that is not afraid...to be vulnerable.
Link pressed a kiss to her head, letting his lips linger on the spot.
For though some might call it weakness, I have seen the truth.
She closed her eyes, and released a quiet sigh. She could not repel all anxiety...but in his presence, it dared not step close.
You are a strong leader...and I have much to learn from you.
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“I thought that I was special, you made me feel
Like it was my fault you were the devil, lost your appeal
Does it keep you in control?
For you to keep her in a cage?
And you swear you didn't know
You said you thought she was your age”
~ Your Power Billie Eilish
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