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Oh Oola, gone too soon...

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Zelink Week day 3: Forget me Not

Link is secretly a romantic, hehe.

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eat！

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I know he's a bird but cmon

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I love these two... but I also have like 50+ angst of them on my drive

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Bloodied TP Link

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Thank you, thank you @fattybattyart for this amazing Link/Paya piece, closing out part one of Companions of the Wild! You can read all about their shenanigans @sergeantneko and I wrote for these two here:

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five attempts and one mod conflict resulting in baldness later and i'm done trying to remake my canon mage quizzy

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I forgot to post here recently so have this one 🩷

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Turn all the tears I cried into the wishes you hoped to come true ✨🎇

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pre calamity angst once again

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Tetra is ready to learn

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I’m writing this out because I need to.

I have been a member of a group that could roughly be considered a fandom for something like 4.5 decades at this point. It’s a huge part of my life. I am someone who is known in this hobby as I have been here forever and I have also been one of the people who makes things happen. We just had our big convention a week ago. I cohost one of the events that starts that con, and I participate in another event meant to introduce young people into the hobby.

This past week, my performance was observed by the owner/CEO of the company involved in this hobby as well as their new marketing team and a group of investors. Part of what I do is an impromptu clinic sort of thing and I was doing my stuff to an excited group of kids and parents when I noticed the audience I had. They didn’t care exactly what I was saying, it was more about how engaged I had everyone.

I do this particular event dressed as Link at the request of the person who manages it. She feels this makes me more approachable to kids (it does, sort of?) and the parents get a huge kick out of it. Some parent wants a photo with Link every single year. This year, the investors were VERY excited with my cosplay and they took the pictures and I found out who they were much later.

ANYWAY. There’s a group of people in this hobby who are absolute trash. Like. Every phobic you can think of. Truly awful mean girls. I have had most of them blocked since 2016. For the time line sake, Breath of the Wild was released in 2017, and I discovered it in 2018. I started cosplaying in 2019.

This group of mean girls occasionally gets a hold of a photo of me in cosplay and is terrible about it. I forget these people exist until someone well meaning sends me a screen shot. Like the first time this happened, my friends and I were stumped by the comment about how I should “hang myself in my elf suit” before realizing they meant Link. Like they had been blocked for YEARS before Link existed in my life. Who spends this kind of time about a person WHO BLOCKED YOU.

I guess there are photos from last week floating about because bestie texted me a heads up about it this morning. I have seen nothing. I have no desire to see anything. Like call me cringe all you want but today I’m packing up my Links to go fly to San Diego Comic Con tomorrow because my cringe got me a free badge to go. Like my cringe game is so incredible I am going to one of the bigger nerd gatherings on earth by invitation.

I get I live rent free in these heads but like my cringe is I like video games and horses a lot. Their cringe is human rights violations. Maybe if they got therapy to figure out why they are so obsessed with me that they are still sniffing around almost a decade after I removed access, but I’m sure they’d rather snort ivermectin about it. Like yeah, I’m having the time of my life. It’s completely awesome. I recommend this to anyone who can manage it. Sorry you’re that jealous you have to engage in high school behavior in your mid fifties. I have a wig to style.

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so i'm currently rereading Lolita and, in it, the word "crepitate" is used. i wasn't sure if it had multiple meanings, so i googled it.

now, i don't know about you, but when i type a word like "crepitate" into the search bar, i don't really expect "fart" to appear in any of the top results, and yet:

i was disappointed to learn that there isn't a classification system for farts, but, rather, you can buy a CD featuring a fart competition called The Original Crepitation Contest that Amazon reviewers assure me is comedy gold. okay. mystery solv--

hang on.

this also came up. Google is presenting it as fact.

Google is telling me that on May 16th, in the year of our lord 1972, a man farted for 1/3 of a second at a register of 194 dB.

according to the National Hearing Conservation Association, that is the loudest possible sustained sound. when a sound reaches that decibel, it no longer travels through the air, but moves it. it only comes from things like volcanic eruptions and can cause organ damage.

call me a Doubting Thomas if you must, but i just don't think this is true.

i just don't think anyone recorded a man farting so hard that it created a literal shockwave, blowing his asshole clean off and probably killing everyone around him, because i just don't think a guy did that, and i especially don't think that, if he did, his government name was Alvin Meshits.

at this point i'd totally forgotten i was trying to read literary classic Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and instead started searching for the origin of Mr. Meshits, fart terrorist. from what i can tell, someone on Reddit just randomly shared it to r/todayilearned and Google went "yeah, this seems true" and now it's just out there.

now someone might stumble upon it and go "wow, that's crazy" and live the rest of their life believing a fart erupted at such force it likely blew its own progenitor to creamed corn.

i don't think Madeline, Texas is even a real place.