Just some grumpy Edo-period farmer Link passing by. He has a problem with chickens.

Yeah, I played hyrule warriors and had BOTW withdrawals ok. Have some BOTW art!

impa, urbosa, zelda 

Yee haw

Praying for Wisdom (aka “BOTW screenshot redraw except I took a few liberties” Pt. 2)

temple of time

short rest

swing batta batta

grateful that my life experience has lead to me having an interesting character and grounded worldview...but GOD i wish i was a trustfund nepotism baby soooo bad

went to trader joe’s today and my cashier handed me my 2.55 in change and pointed at the clock which read 2:55 and said “look at that. that’s liquid time… serendipity… have a nice ride”

“barbie wasn’t the first woman doll for girls” this and “the trailer was weird” that. have you ever heard of fun. have you ever heard of camp. have you ever been 9 and said your favorite color was blue because that’s what grown up girls say, but know in the back of your head that you wish you could paint your walls pink? no? i didn’t think so. but guess what this film could be for you if you just let go and HAVE FUN!!!!!!

Look Scooby Doo as a franchise slays in part bc of how fluid it is in terms of premise and structure despite the initial concept being balls-to-the-wall 1960s niche BUT any iteration of Scooby Doo where the gang look down on/ talk down to each other bc of their respective differences just doesn’t Get It and should be expunged from canon imo… like, first of all that’s kind of the point- they all have a role to play in the group they all have their own strengths and blind spots they all bring something different to the table which is what makes them so ruthlessly efficient as a collective entity! And second, they weren’t thrown together by circumstance- they’re all very different people brought together by a shared passion, sure, but they all CHOSE to live out of a van with three other people and a bigass dog driving from town to town cross-examining the locals bc they all like each other!! They’re literally living the dream of every tight-knit teen friend group, where they all get to live together and hang out everyday with their shared weird pet doing their shared weird hobby enjoying the highs of low-stakes drama and unlimited resources. THAT is why the franchise has had such long-term staying power and that is what some of the modern iterations are missing. THAT is why Scooby Doo FUCKS- because of FRIENDSHIP and GHOSTS

there’s obviously a lot of nuance to to this conversation, but I feel like the way that people nowadays talk about friendships is so cold and devoid of love or empathy. like you aren’t allowed to complain or be sad, ur burdening ur friends with ur problems, helping someone through a hard time is ‘emotional labour’ and ‘you don’t owe anyone anything’ and I’m just thinking what does friendship even mean to you then? like honestly? people say ‘I’m not your therapist’ as if therapy is the answer to everything. what a sad world where a paid clinician is the only person you’re allowed to be emotionally vulnerable with. this ultra individualistic mindset leads to everyone feeling alone and isolated and we’ve lost all concept of community and support systems

absolutely insane to structure the show around the idea that yeah, it’s Love, but love can drive you to committing horrors and atrocities and violence you didn’t previously think you were capable of, love can be a force for decay and for Bad just as much as Good…. but real quick let’s do a quick pit stop and illuminate what real genuine peaceful romance and life could look like, even after the end of the world… what if these men could have a 17 year love story and we get to watch it. just as a little reminder of the other side.

what if it was 2003 and you didn’t trust the government or your neighbors and lived out of your basement and then the apocalypse happened which was fine actually because you were waiting for it all along and you’re good at being alone and you survive, maybe like you were meant for it? and your traps keep everyone out and you sustain yourself and the days go on. and then. out of the twisted wreckage a traveler wanders. and he smiles at you and isn’t afraid. and he looks at you like he knows you even though you’ve just met. and you haven’t spoken to anyone in years. and he plays the piano and he listens to you play the piano and he touches you softly and he says he’ll stay for a few days. and then a decade goes by and your world is bigger than it’s ever been even though you live within an armed fence and buried bombs. and you know why you’re here and it’s the food you grow out of the ground together and the bed you share and the bread you break with friends you never had before. and the world is still just as horrible as you always knew it was but. not for you. and when you go it’s on a night of your choosing. in the way of your choosing. with the person you chose. because you’re finished. you’ve done more than you dreamed you would. because sometimes the apocalypse can be a gift. and you’re leaving the world a better place than you found it, not just for yourself but for others, another man and a girl. who maybe won’t find the peace you found but who can find momentary safety in the truck you drove with the music you loved.

... something deep and old and powerful, in the land of tales and stories, and I believe that he truly wished for you to live.