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.
Gravity has betrayed me once again.
Sometimes in life u just have to roundhouse kick a soda off ur bedside table
I realize they made some of Link like that. And those are fun, and add a nice touch to the collection. That wasn’t the point.
So. I think that having an actual Zelda-player zelda game is cool. But… am I the only one who feels a little… put out? That it’s such a cutesy style? Like don’t get me wrong, I love cute stuff. But for the first and only Zelda based game, I kinda hoped they would have gone for something that gives Zelda a little more credit.
It feels almost like it’s making fun of her abilities, in a way. Like if she’s going to be the main player, it can’t be serious.
I’m sure that’s not what they meant, and it’s fun to see how excited everyone is. I just…
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.
Sometimes u need a weighted blanket to flatten the emotions into a thin little pancake so they don’t condense into something unmanageable
Me: I am comfy with being called a girl since I have history with it and am used to being referred to she/her.
Also me: *internal gremlin cackling when smol child can’t figure out my gender*
Thanks: asl open-palmed gesture, mouth to other hand (or a nod with a closed eye smile)
Help: wide intense eye contact and emphatic gesturing. Rigid movements
Happy: silly facial expressions, The Fangirl Gesture, wiggly squidward arms, relaxed posture
Anxious: repetitive cyclical motions in hands, arms, face, and feet. Pinched mouth, tension, squishing self into small space, rocking on balls of feet, tapping teeth together, shaking out hands
Sad: slow movement, quiet, rubbing hands or arms or neck. Zoned out, sighing
Anger: rubbing palms with thumbs aggressively, clenched jaw, avoidance, scratching forearms or legs, tugging on own hair, furrowed brows, no eye contact at all, hiding, leaving
Care abt u: buying things u spoke of, pebbling, talking to you often as manageable, sitting with you doing nothing, sitting with you when choice seating, bonking head into your shoulder/ upper arm, smiling at u upon eye contact when first seeing, looking into things u spoke of, trying to figure out how to resolve your problems, inviting you to adventure, showing you creations, sharing special interest
Need comfort/support: Sudden head/shoulder leaning into your shoulder or back, standing slightly to the side and behind you, dramatic groan and flop onto a surface, shoving self into small space or burying self in smth heavy
Don’t Like/ uncomfy w/ You: avoid you, only act cold/professional with you, intense eye contact, only ever American Stranger Smiles at you, doesn’t perpetuate conversation
Meme audios that seem to have permanent residence in my head:
-road work ahead? Uh, yea, I sure /hope/ it does
-herro every nyan
-mother TrUcker Dude!
-THIS. is a bucket.
-JOSH! POUR ME! A GLASS! OF MILK!!!!!
-Because I’m Batman
-*THX noise*
-can I get a hoiYAh?
-what about n a s c a r
-*that one husky that builds up a howl and ends in a pterodactyl scream*
Sometimes hope feels like a hearth in your chest
It’s startling, an unexpected warmth
But when you turn to it,
Feel the glow on your face,
You may find it reflected in your heart
I may not entirely believe in magic but sometimes it seems like it believes in me and is going *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK* with a rolled up newspaper when I’m not looking.