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RIP Rim jumping out the window
Crimson flapped his hands as he talked about Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, some of his exhaustion being pushed to the back of his mind. He was talking about Rise in English, of course. And despite not understanding a word coming out of his mouth, Vio looked nonetheless intrigued, which Rim appreciated immensely.
‘My legs are going to be such badasses after this.’ He kicked his feet as Vio processed the infodump in another language. They both perked up at the sound of Green yelling.
“Duty calls, it seems.” He said in Hylian with a rueful smile before standing on the bed, pretending his legs didn’t still hate him. ‘Good thing I chose the window bed for its proximity to the door.’ Without wasting a second, he leaped out the window, internally giggling at Vio’s yelp of surprise.
He instinctively tucked and rolled as he hit the ground, getting up immediately. ‘Let’s do this.’
I present to you: The "quite right" supercut
Bonus gif of me asking myself what I'm doing with my life (Tim is summing it up)
Last week, the internet was fighting over the legacy of Terry Pratchett and I thought I wouldn’t say anything about it at all.
These are our battlegrounds now. This is one of many places where we’re required to fight for our right to live openly. On Twitter. In 280-character bursts of fury and pain. The only reason I can believe we’ve arrived at this tediousness is because I’ve read the likes of Terry Pratchett, and he showed me that people are inevitably going keep peopling on about things. Bless their atrophied little hearts.
And while these sorts of fights may be inevitable, and it often feels that there’s no winning in engaging with it at all, I am of the same mind about this that I am about fascists trying to appropriate Norse imagery or punk rock or beloved video games: This doesn’t belong to you. And if you keep pushing, we’ll slap it right out of your hands in front of JKR and everyone.
You can’t have Sir Terry. He’s ours.
How on earth could a
heart work quite right till broken
at least a few times?
—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer