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A Blood Mage goblin, or a “Hemogoblin”, if you will.
I will not.
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Things to distract you from feeling sad:
make playlists of songs that make you happy
eat some fruits and mix them in yogurt
have a long cry if you’ve been holding everything in
don’t go on your phone, brew some tea, sit in a warm comfortable spot and read a book
don’t stay in bed too long
write a list of things that make you excited or happy
listen to music and go for a walk if it’s sunny
watch a feel-good movie and drink a mug of hot chocolate
reminisce good memories, they’re proof that life can be lovely
spray some perfume
read posts or quotes that inspire you
Random Headcanon: Link’s androgyny isn’t just an artefact of the Zelda franchise’s art direction - and neither is it particularly unusual. Sexual dimorphism among Hylians is legitimately much lower than among real-world humans; if Link and Zelda swapped clothes, you’d never be able to tell who was the girl and who was the boy.
Consequently, Hylian society depends heavily on clothing to establish gender roles, to the extent that it’s a severe faux pas to question someone’s gender presentation. If they’re dressed like a girl, then they’re a girl - even if they were dressed like a boy yesterday. That’s why nobody ever remarks upon the fact that Zelda and her heroic alter-ego Sheik are different genders; it’d be gauche at best to bring it up.
Good post op
explains why i can be banned from gerudo town, change clothes in front of the guards, and then be welcomed with open arms
shit, this absolutely provides an explanation for it that isn’t just “lazy game mechanism” and is honestly such a solid demonstration of how people should approach genderfluidity.
doesn’t matter if the first time you met the person they presented as male, if they present as female now that means they’re a woman and they’re welcome into gerudo town no questions asked
Also, Link and Zelda 100% do swap places often and you can’t tell me otherwise.
“Princess Zelda, Ganon has made his way into the kingdom! What should we do?!”
“HYAH”
janin (who wrote this comic) & i were re-listening to that episode where taako & kravitz share two bottles of wine at their pottery class, and we remembered this bit of canon trivia about taako and almost died
*Strums ukelele* Maximum Fun Dot Org
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Zoom in on her face in the third gif. She means this. You are completely irreplaceable.
This went deep man. Look at her face. I would love to know where this came from, what she was talking about. And it’s true. So true. Completely irreplaceable. You are you and there is no better you
Reblogging because I needed to see this message tonight, and something tells me someone else does too.
Reblogging as I think every one of my followers are special and impossible to replace.
Remember that.
You are all special and important, and Ellen is a gift.
How do you fall back in love with life?
clean your room. clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders. clean the dishes. sweep. take out the trash. peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them. take a long shower. scrub behind your knees. brush your teeth. (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can. the end result is worth it.)
pull out your notebook. it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while. fuck moleskins. the yellow legal pad will work fine. sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list. count clouds. describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise. sketch the cracks in the walls. note the shape light makes when it enters a space. talk about what the air tastes like, smells like. what sounds are there? even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything. remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail. remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness. your world is fathomless. it has potential.
drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed. it does not need to be fancy. buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions. eat it outside. if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs. take your fucking meds. remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body. your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor. take care of it.
read a novel. underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen. read a novel like it’s poetry. read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious. watch a movie you haven’t seen before. if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one. take your time. let yourself bask. if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.
your chosen family is important. remember, they picked you as much as you picked them. the love has no obligation. it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion. you are not a burden. if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people. when they need you, listen and be gracious. always be gracious. the universe sometimes remembers things like that.
listen to new music. link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that. listen to something that you don’t usually listen to. we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music. we are falling in love again. the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.
allow yourself to indulge in romantics. press flowers in old books. play movies with subtitles and mouth the words. dance in your room. wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public. write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them. write poetry, even awful poetry. revel in its awfulness. eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.
remember swine flu reblog if ur a tru 2009 kid
She’s procrastinating
who
the girl reading this
Tbh we should get rid of the electoral college
By the way, the people who want to split off Northern California (into the ‘State of Jefferson’) are sponsored by Breitbart. They’re fucking white supremacists. I live in and love Northern California and I hope you’ll join me in refusing to give it to those motherfuckers.
5 is like an honorary even number
why does this make sense?
“Madam Director” in the left ear, “Lucretia” in the right.
(It’s just the latter half of “Lucretia” since I wanted them to end in sync. Listen with headphones for the full effect!)
[audio description: two pieces from The Adventure Zone: OST. In the left ear is Madame Director, a gentle and rhythmic melody that has a softer, more marimba-like sound to it. In the right ear is Lucretia, which is the same rhythmic melody as Madame Director, except instead of a marimba-like sound, the melody has a more artificial electronic quality to it. When the two are played together, they sync up perfectly, and their sounds combine into a more powerful mix, highlighting both the similarities and differences in the timbre of each recording.]
I have an idealized version of myself in my mind and she’s really pissed off at my life choices
jealousy turning saints into the sea swimming through sick lullabies choking on your alibis but it’s just the price i pay destiny is calling me open up my eager eyes cause i’m mr. brightside