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does this mean you can manipulate his dreams now

Hey Sand man! Take this! *Throws glass in Sand man's face*

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Follow to see the same photo of Skyward Sword Link every day.

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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.

"Would you like to?"

"Sure!"

So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.

Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.

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i feel like a frail victorian child right now

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Type of vibe

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A DOOT DOOT?? IN MY ASK BOX????

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

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Wanna spend a couple minutes reading the lyrics to "The Uranium Suite" from Ride the Cyclone? Wanna do so with epic color coding? This is the place for you my friend.

Below the cut is just that!

Uraaaaaaaanium.

Uraaaaaaaaaaaaaanium.

That's our town, our friendly town!

Uraaaaaaaaaaanium.

Uraaaaaaaaaaaaaaanium.

That's our town, our highway town.

The sky is almost blue here, grain elevators too here, the pride and joy of sweet Saskatchewaaaaan!

We came here for the half-life and stayed here for our whole life, to give the whole wide world plutoniummmm!

Uraaaaaaaaaaanium.

Uraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanium.

That's our town, our friendly town!

Oh no no, we will never leave this town at aaaaalllll!

...

(La-la-la-la-la)

In my part in the story,

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

I read all the children's fortunes.

(La-la-la-la-la)

I felt their hopes, thoughts, dreams...

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

Knowing they would board the doomed rollercoaster,

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

And could tell them nothing.

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

I even suggested that they ride the Cyclone.

(La-la-la-la-la)

On Monday, September, 14th, they would board the Cyclone rollercoaster at 6:17 p.m.

At 6:19, the same rollercoaster's front axle would break,

(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

Causing it to derail at the apex of the loop-de-loop.

Hurtling the children to their deaths.

AaAaAaAh!

And then you're sailing through space. You don't know up from down. And you feel a little strange. From all that spinning 'roound. And everything you loved. And everything you dreamed. And everything you feared. And everything that seems so, oh so terrifying.

It's far behind on the ground. Like our far-from-the-city-little-itty-bitty-pretty hometown. Just a teeny, tiny dot on a wee blue ball.

And we've all been spinning,

(All been spinning)

Round and round and round, and round and round, round and round, and round and round and round, and round and round.

Empty streets of empty shops,

(Uraaaaaanium)

Shuttered rows of mom and pops,

(Uraaaaaaaaanium)

Bow down to the mega shopping mall.

The smart ones all packed up and went,

(Uraaaaaaaaaaanium)

Why stay if you can't pay the rent?

(Uraaaaaaaaaaaanium)

We will never leave this town at all.

Drink some brew, join the choir, build yourself a funeral pyre.

Uranium, our dead-end dive, we'll never leave this town alive. No we will never,

Leave

This

Town

At

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL.

Greetings, children. It's time to play.

Did we finally leave our town?

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yay Hermitcraft has found its way into my feed. i'm collecting the fandoms.

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tell me more about Nink. please. i beg. he's a silly little creature and i crave content.

HAHA oh man I love the love people have for my funny cryptid child

A doodle for you, first, because why not

Uh oh he's got a bomb

And then, uhhh idk what other facts I have about him that I haven't shared, so I'll just drop the comic ideas I've got written down for him and hope to one day draw (we'll see). But that way at least they're out there for the imagination of the public. As I said, I named my WW save file Nink since my sister already did Link, which made me think plenty about how Nink would interact with the world of Wind Waker, thus I had comic ideas.

Copy/pasting from my notes below:

(Sign: Don't hit these flowers) [aka bomb flower area]

(Cut to Nink with the Hi I'm Nink I'm (???) and I never learned how to read)

(He hits one using his sword like a golf club/baseball bat and it flies towards the boat and explodes)

-

Nink throws a vase at another vase, breaks it

"Don't break any more or I'll demand compensation!"

(Nink stares, the man stares back, it cuts back and forth a few times zooming in with static in the background, man looking more and more nervous and sweaty, and then Nink leaves

The man is relieved and turns away again

Later, someone comes in but when they open the door it knocks over one vase which hits another vase and knocks that into the next, like dominoes they all get hit one by one and fall and break

Perhaps the silhouette of Nink is in the windows if there are windows in that building idr)

-

(Nink hardcore breeching personal space while taking photos. Like, you look down and there's a kid standing an inch away from you taking a photo of your face

Maybe a scene of him lowering the camera and fisheye lense look as he stands there idk

He walks into the coffee shop, climbs onto the table, takes picture of man, climbs down and leaves)

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fun fact: 0 people will see this post as I am not tagging it

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i've read like several fics/fic ideas in which the Champions live and/or are revived after the Calamity. and the plot blupees are crawling into my brain. i have so many ideas. soso many ideas.

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I wonder what happens if I try the notes game

10000 notes and I come out to my Christian grandparents

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Let’s start a Phineas and Ferb chain, I’ll start:

🎶there’s🎶

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can i pick up Hyrule and scurry away like the gremlin i am

you can have an extra extra life doll

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You sound so passive-aggressive in your anon asks

Your mom’s passive aggressive in my anon asks.

 - Clef

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MUTUALS???? WITH YOU??????? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS AWESOME

@scp-threats-is-back