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Top 3 most unfortunate things I have mixed up while not wearing my glasses:

-my contact solution w/ mom’s hydrogen peroxide contact cleaner

-orajel and wart remover

-my prescription ointment and travel toothpaste

Me-isms

I have clearly been on the internet for too long

Reminder that executive function/ task paralysis isn’t force-of-will-able for the most part

Can you force your brain to think of a word on the tip of your tongue? Can you snap your fingers and recall the exact appearance of your first article of clothing? Can you tell the oxygen in your lungs where to go?

Who has complete control of their brain, their body, and the chemicals within? Not me.

I’ve been on a song art thing lately

Something that always bothers me about the progressive removal of culture from the batfamily (other than the obvious) is that… if you don’t understand where Dick Grayson and his family come from, Robin makes no sense. Why would Batman, Mr. Greyscale camouflage, allow his partner and protege to dress up like a moving target? A traffic light? To understand, you have to acknowledge why he chose those colors, and what they mean to him and his family. That may have gotten lost over the years as the mantle was passed, but the original costume had meaning to a grieving child.

Autistic experience or everyone experience?

I was only diagnosed as an adult, so I’ve been thinking back and wondering if specific sensory experiences are more of an everyone experience or autistic experience. Let me know if you have felt these and whether or not y’all have/are autistic.

-vitamin filled drinks of any sort burn your throat

-honey in tea does not soothe the throat it makes it dry

-volume of public toilets flushing is unbearable

-there is not a single type of comfortable clothing tag. They are all evil

-squishy/slimy with chunks is an abominable food texture, which makes anything from porridge to pie to stew very hard to manage

-tennis shoes have to be tied the exact same tightness

-leaning against warm store deli cases and cars pleases the inner lizard greatly

-stuffing urself in a very small space where you are hidden and gently squished is Very Good (unless ur claustrophobic, which I am not)

-have to climb. I am in a tree. Wedged in the top of a doorway. On the roof. Somewhere I haven’t been told not to go.. anyway my parents tossed me at rock climbing gyms

-fridge is good hum. Lights are bad hum.

I could list more but I shan’t rn

I’m always like “I’m just gonna leave this one greyscale” and then I don’t.

Hey so like imagine if Hughes and Nina lived and he adopted her wouldn’t that be great

It would also be great if I could get an accurate picture of my traditional art without having to edit it and still ending up unsatisfied with the result lol

People who use the hot water during ur shower will be like “I only used it for a second!”

Oh, ok then. So you’re fine with One ice cube down your shirt.

As a full grown adult I still don’t know how to ask for a new friend’s number without it being weird

Anyone else playing totk just feel like gesturing irritatedly at the sky any time someone insists you go check out the fake Zelda sightings or go find Zelda?

Like I know exactly where she is she’s right there why do I need to waste time checking out these “sightings”

I’ve gotta go plop down on the light dragon and toss silent princesses into her hair and rant about the dumb citizens every time a character asks.

Sometimes u gotta scruff the ppl in a self blame all-way-stop and be like

“Yes yes, you’re all a little stupid, but together you make one big singular stupid so it’s ok”

Fi does not particularly appreciate Ghirahim. But she’s far too proper to say it to his face.

You’ve been hit by,, you’ve been struck by,, [LOVE AND PEACE]

In case anyone thought I was joking about a rando breaking into our work mc server and spawning a wither , witness lol

A couple more dumb server sketches.

Shoutout to that time a skeleton killed me 7 times, stole my armor, disappeared, then showed up several days later to jump me and make it an 8th

My coworkers and I have a server on Minecraft.

Things have occurred. This is one of the tamer ones…

As opposed to the random hacker who loosed a wither on our property and was never seen again.

Hands are still

Thoughts are soft

Smooth clay hills

Copper lofts

Amber skies and

Still damp grass

Glowing sand

Dim lit paths

Green grey trees

And little lights

Dancing bees

Pleasant nights

All these things

A little more

Give you wings

Let you soar

Through the ice

Through the dark

To your heights

Like a lark

All the thoughts

Rolling in

On your walks

With the din

Of a day

Long ago

You will say

That you know

Has no price

When you see

Such a nice

Memory.

Droplets splatter on the glass

Shining surreal green

Silent shadows wander past

Caught up in a dream

Glitter swirls of lively light

Play upon the walls

Dancing with the darkened night

It chases through the halls

Water ripples with delight

And all the lilies beam

All are pleased to reunite

in this pleasant dream.

In the silence of the night

The stars are all that fill our sight,

And with the buffet of the wind,

We rise to where the air is thinned.

The sky is bright,

A lonely sight,

Though gentle on your skin.

In the lake reflected back,

It’s better left alone,

But if not given time to heal,

The scars are set in stone.

The sun takes oh so long to rise,

When you’ve just watched it set,

You cannot wait for it to end,

But it’s not over yet.

You have to look harder sometimes,

When less of them appear-

But in the silence of the night,

The stars aren’t there to hear.

And though the sun may go away

For just a little while,

So many suns cut through the dark

Just to make you smile!

See stars are bigger than you think,

And that’s where you both have a link-

You can be strong,

Keep moving on,

Each moment’s just a blink.

If Sir Ghirahim the Drama Queen gets a human form so does fi

When I found that you were sad

All I wanted was to help

I loved you dear mom and dad

I would try to make you well

All my friends are full of color

Vibrant lights of time and change

Even so I helped them over

Fading colors brought by rain

Every hue that I contained

Full of angersadnessrage

I would take the time to drain

For no one else would do the same

Whether idle hands or aim

They all bled thru me the same

Till I could no longer take

No matter what was at stake

What will you do when I go

When my body overflows

When my glass container breaks

Leaking all the muted fakes

I have nothing left to give

Nothing further here remains

Leave me to my muddled colors

I will never be the same.

Zelda enemies be like:

“Here is a bland orb that could pass as a friendly”

“And here is a grotesque eldritch abomination”

Browsing fanart is a roadtrip thru

I’m crying 😂🤣

I’m crying 😢😭

I’m crying 😰😖

I’m crying 🥹🥰

To reiterate:

I think Wild has a blast scar spanning from cheekbone to jaw to neck and upper trapezius. I think he likely lost some hearing and vision to the injuries but regained them in the shrine, leading to a bit of a glow and color change in his eyes. (The hair style is mostly just to show the scarring, not for design) I think he and twilight both probably have tapetum lucidum.

I think Twilight has freckles from working on the ranch, which would have lightened during his adventure, but not gone away. I believe his wolf marks prolly are translucent, but can be darkened by night, magic, or recent transformation.

I agree with the deity marks on Time. I think that the functionality of the eye was likely returned though, so his eye would be open because it’s p difficult to keep a functioning eyelid closed for an extended period of time. The scars are from him getting freaked out about the marks and trying to claw them off. I also think he has a little ponytail like Wild. Just for fun.

Nintendo owns Link as a character, and Jojo invented linked universe y’all

Go check them out!

Various Link Lore/ Character Questions

I have questions. There has to be people out there who know the answers or have theories

- Who pierced Majora Mask’s Link’s ears? He woke up with them??

-Do the Links from the 86 games, toon, and wind waker etc have iris color in universe or is it just… brown/black/Very Very dark blue

-How old… quantitatively.. (life experience) do people think OOT/MM Link would be at the end of his adventure

-Who exactly are the not-typical-hylian people in twilight princess? (They point out at one point that he has pointed ears and they don’t and his original kingdom is gone) or is ordon in hyrule and twilight’s kingdom wasn’t..? But the castle is… I’m confused help

-People pointed out that there is iconography from Skyward sword in breath of the wild (and theme similarities in totk) so… if they were founded in different ways… are they in the same universe but time shenanigans? Or was the iconography just easter eggs

-w h e r e is the sheikah tech in totk? Where did they put the skyscraper sized beasts? And the towers? There doesn’t even seem to be scraps beyond the one in hateno

My study on the visual differences in the links, as divided in LU. (But not following their headcanons or mine) I was mostly just trying to get their individual features in one style)

This is mostly for my own benefit, so sorry if the writing looks illegible lol.

Also. Do we think age should be decided chronologically by timeline, by how long your body has existed, or by how long you have been aware (other than sleeping)?

…time travel and comas make age confusing.

There is a very specific and painful uncomfortable infuriating frustrating dreadful sad feeling of desire, when you care so much about something, and you just want to tell someone about it.

To take a character and make someone else care about them they way you do

To show someone how fascinating a topic is

To demonstrate how intricate a story is, how intertwined the world is

To bundle up the bright, overflowing bundle of care/excitement/intrigue and share it so someone else can experience it too

…

But sometimes, perhaps often, there is no one to tell.

No one you haven’t bothered recently. No one who has a similar interest. No one who will be willing to read the outpour. No one who would care. No one you haven’t already handed a new interest.

And that desire to share, give, offer, show, and tell someone sours. It melts into a charred mass of dread in your stomach that seeps into the subject itself, if only a little.

Colored in an old sketch I did

That’s such a cold place to wake up for the first time…