What is it you do here?
He could be doing that outside my building ;-)
I don’t understand the USA, all your roads are straight and all your cities look like they were planned using Excel.
Everyone knows the only way to build a city is to wait until a bunch of tiny villages merge together over centuries and create a sprawling clusterfuck of winding roads that make no sense and have no street signs and are impossible to navigate unless you’ve lived there all your life.
Majora’s Mask: Terrible Fate is now complete! : ) Next up: Clocktown!
I’m going to try and pick on my progress getting through these.
Naps are tricky because you either wake up refreshed and relaxed or you have a headache, dry throat, and are unaware of what year you’re in.
Zelda/Link Appreciation (requested by anon)
Link and Zelda are a beautiful pairing, romantically or not. No matter whether they appear as strangers or friends, there’s always a spiritual tie that binds them and brings them together in some way. Destiny, you could say. And that bind has been there since the very beginning of the legend. However, I find that there is something disturbing and sad about these two. To us, their bond has only grown. Since the very beginning of our Zelda experience, their relationship has blossomed from being strangers in the original Legend of Zelda to childhood best friends in Skyward Sword. Truthfully, in the chronological order of the timelines, it’s the exact opposite. The friendship and love that the Link and Zelda of Skyward Sword shared has slowly diminished over time. Their bond used to be, in ancient times, strong and true. More recently, on the edges of the timelines we now know are canon, the two are nothing but strangers whose paths cross by fate alone. Their kinship has eroded over time and has become nothing but a distant memory of the past - a love that has faded into history. All that lives on are the ties that their ancestors passed onto them - purely a bond that need not be developed into a friendship, and never will be.
- l-o-z
So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
