#i hate city of tears

[zoteboateveryday]

Drawing Zote every day until we get Zoteboat: Day 35

@silksongeveryday October prompt list-Day 24: Tower

[draconic-hazard]

dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called "city of tears" 😳💧🌃you'll be zonked out of your gourd 💯

me: yeah whatever. i don’t feel shit.

me, five minutes later: dude i swear i see a blinding light in my dreams

my buddy Soul Master pacing in the corner: the pale king is lying to us

[cranberrymoons]

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[gay-jesus-probably]

I am loving all of your takes on the craptastic disaster that is the TotK storyline. I was just curious, because I haven't seen anyone talk about it AT ALL, if you had any thoughts on the pretty blatant erasure of queer content present in botw. I'm not just talking about the awkward Zora plot that revolved around explaining to the audience how straight Sidon is (though seriously, wtf the whole thing felt surreal and like a last minute addition), but also things like the exclusion of the Gerudo Vai outfit and the specific inclusion of the straight sex Ed class, which was just downright uncomfortable. I know there were more moments but I'm of course going blank right now.

Honestly, I can't even talk about all that. I mean to be fair, this is Nintendo, I expected literally nothing, but I really wasn't prepared for them to be so... actively determined to shoot down queer headcanons?

I don't know if they were trying to, of course (though I'm pretty sure we all know Yona was shoehorned in just to sink SidLink, and for the record I'm very happy that the fandom noticed that and decided to shower Yona with love anyways, 10/10 work guys).

But my thoughts on TOTK's hatred for queer people can't really go anywhere, because it always just circles right back to when I was in Gerudo Town for the first time, and talking to the various people in the shelter. Then one of the kids asked me if I was really a man, to which I had the option to say yes or no. Now Link is many things, but I sure as hell don't see cis as being one of them, so I said no, he's not a man.

And the kids response was "I knew it! All men are liars!"

There is no option to refute this. The conversation then immediately ended with an adult coming to yell at Link... for being a man talking to a little girl. The woman had clearly heard the entire conversation, and also did not believe Link saying he wasn't a man. The game completely and utterly believed that if Link did not want to be called a man, he needed to be mocked and treated with hostile suspicion. Because the only reason he could possibly say that was if he was a man who was lying to try and get closer to the little girls.

I'm agender.

I don't talk to the NPC's in Gerudo Town anymore.

[art-octopus]

i was gonna paint queens gardens as background practice. unfortunately for me. i like quirrel too much

[thxnks4themrms]

Where does one acquire a squirrel or two to eat

[mxwhore]

the stench of this fucking dump

[collegeoflore]

i loooove writing characters who are cocky and entitled but then i have to interact with these people in real life at work and i want to kill everyone in the room.

[purple-sea-dragon]

gonna kill whoever is in charge of construction edicts in my city. my street has been closed for like 4 months. the streets around me are being closed so its becoming increasingly hard to get out of my neighborhood. three weeks ago they did street construction right next to my apartment to put in a fire hydrant and two days ago they removed it. i drove by the edge of the construction and they had three fire hydrants buried within 15 feet of each other on one block. what is going ON

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[idsb]

Now why does hearing that The Guitarist’s band has NEVER talked shit about me to their manager cut deeper and feel way more fucked up and triggering than hearing they had would be

[peridot-tears]

I was chatting with my 弟弟 from China who's been in NYC for less than a year, and manz was talking about how he's afraid of taking the subway. I was damn shook, because that means he's been walking to our gym and hasn't seen much of the city.

He explained that people would push him, and just walking on the street people would try to shove or fuck with him and make racist remarks.

I was just like, "说出难听话，这些事我早习惯了。”

His response was, “我知道我该习惯上，但是我不想。”

[mobbothetrue]

i’m struggling to get to sleep a little, so i’m going back over childhood memories and stumbled across one that was almost a one hit KO.

I read a lot as a kid. My parents encouraged this, and got me a lot of books. Enough that, at one point, early in the morning and the only one awake, I was able to cover nearly every square inch of our living room in books. This probably led my parents to the realization that I, perhaps, had too many books, and we should get rid of some.

I was fine with that. I didn’t like to read books twice, you see, because I already knew where they were going and they didn’t entertain me anymore. That’s a philosophy that has changed, somewhat, with age, but that’s besides the point— there were a few books I wanted to keep. Strawberry Shortcake and something to do with mermaids. The few issues of the Beano I had. The Tin Soldier.

My parents boxed up a ton of books, and handed them in to my first grade classroom. Multiple large boxes of books. A comical amount of books. My teacher, Mrs. B, was very appreciative, But.

I don’t remember how this was uncovered. I don’t remember how I realized it, but… the tin soldier had been given away too. I didn’t mention it a paragraph ago, but it was my favourite book. I loved that book. It was about a tin soldier, missing a leg, in love with a princess or a ballerina. He got lost, or dropped, or maybe went on an adventure, I don’t recall, but in the end found his way back to the princess and was happy.

We did look through those boxes. Didn’t find it.

In sixth grade, I moved.

Well— technically, it was the summer between fifth and sixth grade that I moved. Still. In the years between, we never found that book. I had honestly forgotten about it. Sure, I had cried, but I did eventually find other books.

I guess word got around that I was moving. It was… something like the last day of school— not quite the end, but close. I remember snow on the ground, grey and slushy and mostly gone. I was just getting on the school bus to go home when Mrs. B came bustling out of the school.

She caught my backpack handle to get my attention, and I stopped on the steps of the school bus, looking down at her for what may well have been the last time I ever saw her. She had a book in her frail hands. The Tin Soldier.

She had never forgotten. She kept looking for that book. There was an apple sticky note on the front, addressed to me. It said some incredibly kind things, though most of the words are lost to memory. Encourage your creativity, I think, was the gist of it.

I just. Four years. She kept looking for that book for me for four years. I still have it, now, over a decade later. She must have had other, more important things to do. Four years! Where on earth had it been? I still don’t know, can’t imagine what could have possibly happened to it in the interim short of it slipping into a dimensional pocket. I loved that teacher.

[biblically-accurate-soup]

i am once again turning a romantic song into a platonic one in my head

[reblog-house]

It's interesting how much of an issue it is getting out of home for me. Like no okay yes I can go out and without any problems. The thing is going out for social stuff so often during the week. Monday and Tuesday working, Wednesday I went out to the med center for nothing since I was missing a document and then I went to meet up with some friends of my mom because we thought a son more or less my age would be there and I could get a new friend but nope he fucking wasn't and then at night we met up with the neighbors for dinner. And now I have to go to sewing class and I'm missing a pattern and I'm going to be very late and then I'll have to go to the med center again with the document this time and I'm walking to sewing class and I don't want to go I don't want to go I don't want to go I just want to be home please. Please. Please. Please. I just wanna be home. I don't wanna leave for the next few days. Please. Please. Please. Please let me be a shut-in until I have to go work again.please. I can't. I can't.

[cqcandchill]

trying to organize my course schedule this year is like. every 3 hr lab is scheduled for wednesday or thursday afternoons at the same time. labs on every other weekday conflict with lecture slots. half of my core degree courses with labs have overlap so i have to take them next year (25/26) because they aren't available during the winter term. there are three courses with vaguely similar titles, nearly the same outline and topics covered, and no information about which one would be more personally relevant to my degree or career goals.

how does anybody finish a degree in 3-4 years. genuinely. i feel like i'm playing twister in a minefield trying to escape a saw trap.