#WOOP jokes on YOU there was never actually anything there!! haha you are dumb to let that get your hopes up LOL LMAO

[ganondoodle]

i was so happy that ganondorf was a character in totk when it was announced but now i am just sad about it honestly, i get that the older games had the trio as a good kids VS evil old guy thing, but i sincerely hoped that how much botw revolutionized(?) about the zelda principle in terms of gameplay they would now have the chance to do so, at least a little bit, in totk with the story

and then, as much as i like his design, hes again just an already very old evil guy that appeared out of nowhere for all we know that needs to be stopped by some kids/really young people and all the crumbs of personality or well ... not even crumbs but pure idea of a backstory we have to interpret into it all from things like manner of speech, animation and design elements bc all he does is some evil monologing that doesnt even serve well for interpretation

like, he was already so old when we first see him, what did he do all his life?? like even if he only turned aggressive once rauru founded this version of hyrule he had to have lived idk 50 years before that, was he just a regular leader of his people before that?? was he just .. some dude?? all we actually know is ... old evil guy shows up and attacks the perfect and good kingdom (tm) dont we? maybe some vague, arbitrary you denied me *generic villain thing like power, rule etc* line but thats it?

(i dont mind having to read between the lines, it can be very fun, but it also depends on if you are reading between lines and theres something intentionally left there or if you are trying really hard to see something but theres nothing actually there for you to find; to be clear, i also like creating your own ideas around stuff, but when you get to know some people from basically birth to their prime time and then theres a guy thats just there to be an endboss and even now in modern games doesnt get anything beyond a neat design and fun bossfight its just ... so flat?sad? i love interpeting but i also wouldnt mind to see something more for once ..)

[flowers-in-your-dustbin]

All the numbers again (second tag reblog)

1: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More milk than cereal cause I like to drink it!

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Yeah, but when I can get into the warmth after that's even better!

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? I try to remember the page number instead so usually end on a multiple of 10 or 5.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Tea: Two sugars, milk, hopefully brewed by the gal. Coffee: I don’t!

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Kinda!

6: do you keep plants? Nope!

7: do you name your plants? None to name!

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Oils if I had the money for that so typically watercolours

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? I am right now.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Typically side, but back is fine. Not stomach really!

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? Oh My Gouda.

12: what's your favorite planet? Uranus ;)

13: what's something that made you smile today? My gal surprised me with a beautiful orchid

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Edgy expose brick aesthetic

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! Uranus’ blue glow is due to an abundance of methane which filters out red light.

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? Spaghetti carbonara probs! Especially cooked by the best.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I don’t! I did want pastel pink in August.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. I had a paddy fit in primary school because I used to always sabotage my meals so I didn't eat them but I spilt milk on something I legitimately didn’t mind having... I cried over spilt milk.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I do! I write the days events and my feelings, I draw key points or little objects. Not all the time tho.

20: what's your favorite eye color? A nice hazel-y to chocolate amber brown woop

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. A grey Kanken Fjallraven, if Switzerland counts as hell, there you have it.

22: are you a morning person? Yeah! I’m straight too!

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Exactly that, nothing. With a side of music.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Only the one.

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? An abandoned slaughterhouse. Soz vegans

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? Black old skool vans hehe original

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Strawberry!

28: sunrise or sunset? Why not both in a day?

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? I’m not sure!

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? I’m not sure, close calls/

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I like socks. Weird socks are fun. So are odd ones. I do not sleep with my socks, nor do I confine myself to white sock hell.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. We had deep convos for the time, we probs cried, then probs went to sleep.

33: what's your fave pastry? Uh choux just cause I can remember that is one. Hahahaha.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I had one called Baxter Bear which was the best, he was quite obviously a bear with a red scarf and his own passport. I threw up on him in the car and he was never the same again, he disappeared short after. Don’t ask about Scrubs the dog.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I do, I just don't use them often.

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? The xx

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? A healthy middle.

38: tell us about your pet peeves! Couldn’t possibly. There’s a fair few.

39: what color do you wear the most? Probably black? Emo ik.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? I own a necklace I got for my 16th its very cute and only comes out when I have heterosexual days to masquerade it. It’s nice.

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde, it’s my favourite ever. I don’t read as much as I used to, sigh.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! There’s a cute local one. They do unreal Nutella pancakes and its quite central and very aesthetic-y. Yum!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? My gal, typically on the way to my car where I point out Orion or The Dipper. It’d be nice to do it properly sometime.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Two days ago.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? When I need to.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. Someone mentions a dog, then I normally incorporate the word ‘ruff’ as a homophone for ‘rough’ and get death stares. But I like it.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Gherkins.

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Abandonment/loneliness hahahah yes it is.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I do like buying records yeah! I can’t say until April the 23rd but I’ll have bought another by then.

50: what's an odd thing you collect? I don’t think I do have anything odd!

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Uncomfortable by Wallows, as well as Fast Food by D.I.D and many many more.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? The new Patrick one is doing pretty good.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? Nope, nope, nope and nope!

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My dog. I didn't walk him.

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? Hahahah you wouldn’t want to know. 

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Feeling secure with them, if you get me.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? CAN YOU DO THE FANDANGO!?!?!

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? K is probs the wine mom bc I'd say A but she’s not as sensible, thus A gets the Aunt role.

59: what's your favorite myth? Bulls hate red, they’re actually colour blind lmao.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I don’t mind a bit of poetry! Marking Time by Owen Sheers is noice.

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? Me and mum put a fancy brooch in a pack of digestives for someone. I’ve received stupid spellings of my name on the birthday cards.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Nope

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? Rainbow order woop.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Black.

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? Yep!

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Cutesy and white and blue and stuff idk. But I wouldn't wear one haha.

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Serene! Albeit Silent Hill-esque

68: what's winter like where you live? Fun! Cold! Disruptive!

69: what are your favorite board games? The Game of Life/Monopoly/Articulate!

70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope!

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? English Breakfast, brewed by the girlfriend.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? I've been known to be.

73: what are some of your worst habits? Overthinking. Nail biting.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Ginger.

75: tell us about your pets! A doggo! A beagle! and a fish...

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Revising!

77: pink or yellow lemonade? Yellow

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? anyone in the fanclub needs natural selection to do its thing.

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? Surprised me at work with flowers.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? White, because I’d like grey but we haven’t got there yet or painted the house since its still pretty new.

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. I don't have the time for that shit.

82: are/were you good in school? I was! I still think I am! Who knows.

83: what's some of your favorite album art? Smithsmithsmithsmithsmiths

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? Yeah! Quite a few. All tonal, but above all a Venus sign and more importantly the great wave off Kanazawa by Hokusai

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I don't fun fact I used to read them start to feel sick.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? I feel stupid for not knowing what they are.

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Donnie Darko.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Not Gothic. Can’t go wrong with a bit of impressionism.

89: are you close to your parents? I think. Depends on the time of day.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Starts with E, ends in Dinburgh.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Nowhere abroad really, just a couple of good cities.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Barely sprinkles, but I have a drowner with me to compensate.

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? Down. Full stop. 

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My girlfriend’s. mum!

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Work, a party, a Harry Potter film, a sad Sunday.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I leave them for as long as possible

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? ENFJ/Pisces/Ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Hah idk.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Nude - Radiohead is the one I’m thinking at the mo’ and I can’t think past that.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Future. Don’t need to lament on the past when I hope I have a good one ahead of me. Then from there I'd click 5 back so I’m right back to where I am, cheers.

[storytete]

Truly a short Story

Here’s a little story for you.

It’s a story about what would seem like a normal and very average guy.

Though it's true that many people have diverging views on what normal is, he would match most of these definitions.

Putting aside the definitions of normal and average, he didn’t have anything particularly different from other people.

He grew up in a home with a family who was a part of the working class. They had their ups and downs, but overall they didn’t have problems that were over the top nor couldn’t be resolved. They weren’t a perfect happy family either, the argued just like any other family. At the end of the day, they were normal people who came across normal problems.

Having made a huge fuss about how normal they were and how normal he was, something changed at some point. Now, for some reason or another, he seemed a little less normal to himself.

He kept his façade of being normal on the outside, but something changed in the inside.

…

The boy has a name just like anybody else, but for our purposes we’ll just call him Zeel.

Zeel woke up in the morning just like he had always woken up.

Lying down.

Putting jokes aside, he had been having trouble waking up lately, and I don’t think I have to mention getting up.

It was now a bigger struggle than ever.

Just the other day he was woken up by a call to his phone. The call wasn’t too important, and he was a little irritated because his mind told him that it was almost 2 hours before his alarm was supposed to go off.

Reluctantly, he looked at the time just to make sure.

And there it was, the time.

He had overslept by an hour.

This wasn’t something to worry about too much, since he put his alarm to wake him up an hour early that day of the week, but now he couldn’t take his time getting up and getting ready. He’d even have to rush a little when he had breakfast.

The problem here was that he didn’t remember his alarm going off, let alone him turning it off.

This sort of thing had become more common and worried him a bit.

He used to be the type of person to wake up 5 minutes before his alarm went off.

Well anyway, Zeel got up after his alarm rang.

He stared off into space while sitting on his bed.

He didn’t want to go to school.

School used to be something he looked forward to everyday.

This, however, wasn’t because he loved to study. He didn’t like studying too much, especially when it was about something he couldn’t care less about.

He enjoyed the atmosphere when he was in high school.

Everybody laughing, talking, and having a good time.

Nobody was really worried about anything.

He wasn’t worried about anything.

But he had graduated from there over two years ago.

Zeel got off his bed and quickly got ready.

He changed out of his pajamas (though they consisted of shorts and an old shirt), and brushed his teeth.

He was now in his fifth semester in college and was having trouble keeping up with his classes.

He was not exactly inept to studying, he just wasn’t used to it.

When in high school, Zeel was able to get through without too much trouble with only the bare minimum of studying. He did well enough that right know he was attending a well-known university close to his home completely on scholarships. His friends always said that they wish they were in his shoes.

After getting ready, it was time to eat breakfast.

So in order to eat, Zeel walked toward the kitchen to eat something small.

He didn’t have the time to cook anything, so his breakfast consisted of a bowl of cereal.

*Creak*

The sound of a door opening indicated that Zeel’s younger brother was coming to eat.

“Dude, I didn’t want to get up!” Zeel said to his brother.

“What time did you go to sleep?” he responded.

“I went to sleep early, it was 10:30”

“Studying?”

“uhh… sure… haha”

……………………………………………………

Driving to school was always sort of a pain, but you could get used to it.

As they drove toward school, a commute of about 30mins with minimum traffic, they spoke.

“And so he said, ‘I eat and I eat, and rest for 20 mins, I huff and puff, then I eat some more!”

“hahahahahahaha”

“Oh, the other day this guy came to me pointed at a 20 dollar bill and said that some guy dropped it.”

“I was like, dude don’t tell me that, next time I’ll take it!”

“haha, yeah be like ‘woops I dropped my phone’ *tosses phone toward money* ‘silly phone, come back here’ *picks up phone and money*”

They both laughed while telling each other stories.

The days were always spent like these among the two brothers. They got along well for being brothers, they never got into a physical fight with each other and had never hurt each other even by accident. This was strange as most brothers would have played rough as children.

Zeel dropped off his little brother at school.

His little brother wasn’t that much younger than him, he was actually 17 and a senior in high school.

That left them with an age difference of 3 years.

And as the older brother, Zeel was very protective of his brother, giving him advice and telling me that he had his back if he were to ever get into some trouble. Though just words, Zeel meant every word that he spoke in benefit of his brother.

He was a smart kid, about to graduate and move up to college, he had good grades and was very adept at real life situations.

This is what set the two apart.

Zeel had done well in high school, but that was just because he was very good at taking tests. His real life skills were somewhat lacking. Every time he had to show these real life skills (like interviewing) he would put up a front, and most of the time his act would be convincing enough that he would be able to get through the given situation or pass said interview.

After a while, his act would crumble.

People can’t act all the time, even an experienced liar has to take of his mask at some point.

Zeel usually took off the mask when nobody was looking.

But that wasn’t enough sometimes.

He had been fired from his last job because of his inability to keep on the mask during the full shift after 3 months.

Of course, nobody knew that he was fired. He was actually asked to leave on his own terms, which he did. He had gotten sick of working there anyway. All the fake smiles and forced way of speaking. Having to greet everybody who showed up as customers. So he gladly went along with it.

But his little brother didn’t show any signs of being like older brother, and Zeel noticed. That kid was truly something else. His people skills were off the charts, and he was just in high school. The way he spoke, the decisions he made, Zeel could tell that he would grow to pass him in every way unimaginable.

He was the useless one.

Of course his little brother didn’t see it that way, he actually looked up at him. Because if Zeel was good at anything, it was keeping that mask on without anybody noticing. He had so many years of experience wearing the thing that sometimes he would forget how to take it off.

Arriving to his school, Zeel parked the car and proceeded to walk to class.

…………………………………..

The Professor was boring today again.

He literally repeated the same words but in different order 5 times.

“In order to calculate the complexity one needs to dumb it down a bit, that is to say, making something simpler will help figuring out how complex the system actually is. It can be tough, yes it can. But just remember that something hard can be found by making it easy…”

“Stop beating around the bush!” Zeel screamed internally. He knew that in order to actually learn something in the class, he would have to just read the book. But what was the point in paying hundreds of dollars on a class that didn’t teach you anything but just made you read the book anyway?

It was frustrating really.

Such logic didn’t make any sense whatsoever.

The class ended and Zeel had 3 hours to kill before his last class of the day.

While walking out of class he received a text from his little brother.

“They just told me that I got the Turrell Scholarship!”

“That’s great dude! Keep it up!” Zeel responded to the message.

That was great! His brother got the Turrell Scholarship, something that Zeel was too afraid to apply for. This meant that not only 4 years of school were automatically covered, but that included 3 years of studying abroad and an extra 3 grand a semester for spending. This even covered his living expenses.

Truly, this was a great accomplishment from the kid that he cared for the most.

Wait, that wasn’t right, he wasn’t a kid anymore. He was going to turn 18 in a couple of months. He wasn’t a kid anymore, but an adult.

Suddenly, as if a dark cloud came over him. Zeel’s motivation dropped to zero.

That kid wasn’t a kid anymore, he was an adult that could take care of himself and was going to make something out of his life. He no longer needed to look up at someone for guidance. He no longer needed someone to hold his hand as he walked. No, he was someone who was walking up the stairs to a bright future all by himself.

Zeel’s mask began to peel.

He knew there was something special about his little brother.

He was always a person who handled the situation well. He never had trouble talking to people, he was a good athlete. He was the leader of his group of friends. Truly something to look up to.

Zeel was worried because he was the opposite of him. Always quiet, and alone. He was lucky to have made friends in high school. These people approached him because he was somewhat athletic. But even then, it took him over a year to get along with these people. His leadership skills were missing something important. He had almost failed in a group project when he was made the leader because of this.

But, there was no need to worry. He had faked his way throughout his life and was able to draw an image for his brother to follow. And that was all done now.

Suddenly, the masked fell off.

Zeel was no longer needed. He didn’t really want to study anymore. He went to college because he wasn’t good at anything anyway. He thought that if he went to study something, then maybe even he would have something he was good at. But having spent 2 years already, it was obvious to him that he was a lost case.

He was below average in his overall skills.

Everything he had learned, he either forgot it already, or he had never really known much about it in the first place.

He was walking up some stairs, and people wouldn’t get close to him.

The wasn’t exactly new, since he wore a neutral face at all times, but this time his face showed a level of disinterest way above the usual. The look on his face actually caused fear to those who saw him today.

It was like if something that was being held back had suddenly come forward with everything it had.

The space around him distorted.

The stairs were almost finished.

He was useless in every sense of the word.

He had disappointed many people. He was supposed to be the top of his class in high school. He was supposed to be an honor student in college. He was supposed to have experience in his field by now. He was supposed to somehow get a job after he graduated but that was looking tougher and tougher each day.

He couldn’t remember that last time he had been relied on.

Things had changed, and the one person who looked up at him no longer needed him.

Zeel reached the rooftop.

As to how he was able to get up there, not even he remembered, but nonetheless he was there.

He took off his backpack and laid it on the floor.

He approached the edge and was about to jump.

The view was different, but he had seen these series of events before. He imagined how he would do it when the time came. He had come up with different ways in going to the rooftop was one of them. Next would be to take the final step. As he began to move his phone received another message. It was his brother again.

“Thanks!” it said

Zeel laughed a little, this actually a great way to say goodbye to someone like him. It was actually pretty heartwarming for him. He couldn’t imagine a better way to go.

Another message arrived.

“I’m actually a little worried because in order to redeem the scholarship, I have to maintain a 3.5 gpa and get a 23 or higher on my ACT score next spring.”

His little brother seemed scared.

He had taken the ACT a couple of months before and had gotten a 21.

He was a smart kid but was easily the one to get nervous when a test came up. He had gotten so nervous that he actually messed up his answer sheet and found out mid test. So he had less time and ended up not finishing one of the subjects. This rolled over to the next subject and was unable to make correct decisions when choosing the answers.

Zeel laughed.

He laughed and laughed and kept laughing.

His little brother was easily tipped over to one side in situations like that.

Just remembering that he couldn’t contain his laughter.

There was a time that his little brother was told to give a speech at his high school. He was the best person to choose and was only a sophomore. Right before he went up someone told him that he had to pump everyone up before the speech.

So, he went up all determined and started to bring up everyone’s spirits. He did a magnificent job. Just when he started the actual speech, they cut him short. He had run out of time!

The speech he had worked so hard on was never used.

And turns out he didn’t have to pump the school up before the speech, it was just a suggestion that someone let out before he went up on stage.

Having laughed for so long, tears began to come out.

Sobbing could be heard.

These tears rushed out and the feelings overflowed from the center of his chest.

Zeel couldn’t contain it anymore.

As if something was trying to escape from the inside.

His tears hit the floor and his body became weak.

He fell away from the edge and sat down.

That text was a confirmation.

His little brother was about to easily be tipped to one side. He was looking for help.

Who else to help but the one he looked up to?

This wasn’t the time to sulk, he couldn’t afford to leave before his little brother was a well-rounded adult. Because right now he wasn’t an adult, he was a kid.

And as a kid, he needed to follow behind someone and copy the things they did.

He was that person that he had to follow behind.

He still had a reason to stay, so he did.

He put on that mask that had fallen off and tightened it even more than the first time he put it.

That mask was a part of him and was going to help him guide the person who needed him.

That mask was going to hide the thoughts that came out today as if they never existed.

He was going to push someone until he couldn’t walk anymore.

Zeel stood up and walked down the stairs.

How he got back from the rooftop, even now he doesn’t know, but he didn’t care.

He still had 2 hours before his next class and was actually hungry.

He headed out to get something to eat, as if nothing had happened.

----end----

Tete’s Note:

This story.

I hope you liked it.