White conservative America will vote for whiteness and patriarchy.

White conservative America would rather have Putin in the White House before Kamala Harris.

Oh shit? Go white girl go 😳.

Her name’s Cynthia Rothrock and you’d better put some respect on it!

she’s part of the old guard of Hong Kong kung fu films where you had to be an honest to god martial artist to play the role correctly. when she started acting in American movies they had to keep telling her to not hit so hard lmao

love watching her sword very carefully and gracefully missing him

Cynthia Rothrock is also the inspiration for Sonya Blade and she started doing work in Hong Kong after Hollywood kept saying there was no room for female action stars.

Cynthia Rothrock is so bad ass and trained her body so much, she defies what a normal body is capable of doing. When she ripped her ACL she turned down the reconstructive therapy because of how much work she had. The doctors told her she wouldn’t be able to walk properly cause her kneecap wouldn’t be held in place anymore. Que their surprise when she walks out, but keeps working without any issues.

Turns out her quadriceps and hamstrings were so strong that they held her kneecap in place even WITHOUT HER ACL. She still hadn’t done so as of 2012 last reported

Let’s watch Cynthia and Oscar winner Michelle Yeoh kick some ass:

this is her now

Absolutely no question, she can still kick ass with the best of them.

Literally nobody asked, but I really like the idea that Hyrule was the first of the chain to be brought into the whole adventure.

I know a lot of people hc that Wild is the last to join the group, and my brain adores the symmetry of having Hyrule be the first link in the chain. Because his game was the first released and Wilds game is the last.

The poor lad was so confused to be dropped in Legend’s Hyrule. He and Leg spent a week trying to figure out wtf happened before rinse and repeat, they end up on Oot Hyrule.

Hyrule: uh, sorry this is going to sound weird but do you know where we are?

Legend, *his adventure senses tingling*: oh no, not again

this is how i imagine it going

@tortilla-of-courage I haven’t stopped cackling the entire time I wrote this, and it is entirely because of you.

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Link didn’t mean to slam the door in the strangers face. Well, no actually he did. He didn’t mean to be rude about it, but he definitely meant to slam the door.

It’s just…of all the ways he thought his morning would start, having green clad stranger knock on his door was not one of them. Never mind a stranger, armed to the teeth, asking him about his name of all things.

He takes a deep breath, steadying his heart rate and pushes himself away from the wooden surface behind him. Though only in his mid teens, Link likes to think he has a keen eye for trouble– Damned Goddess knows he wouldn’t have lived this long if that weren’t the case – and right now his better sense is screaming at him to walk away and ignore the shadow he can see shift awkwardly under the door gap.

But hell if he isn’t a little curious.

Link is a little dissapointed in himself with how short his internal debate lasts, before caving to his worse judgement, and with a groan he turns around and pulls the door back open.

The man is still there. Honestly, Link isn’t sure why he is suprised.

“Sorry,” he says, arms crossed and not sounding the least bit remorseful, “Can I help you with something?”

“Uh-”

The brown haired traveler blinks wide eyed, taken aback by either the curt tone, the door slam or some combination of the two. Guilt from his rudeness laces through the pit of Links stomach when it becomes clear that the stranger doesn’t know how to respond, and he drops his arms, stepping aside and gesturing for the brunet to come in.

“I was just about to start breakfast, we could discuss whatever it is you have come for over toast.”

It is by far the most uncomfortable meal Link has ever had in his life. They don’t actually do any talking, each man munching on the slightly burnt pieces of bread in total silence. His visitor spends the majority of the meal looking everywhere but at Link, eyes darting from one object to another in poorly disguised fascination before looking away as if afraid to be caught. For his part, the blonde takes the time to observe the newcomer. He can’t be much older then himself, his limbs gangly in the way of a teenager still coming into their body. With the plain green tunic over worn brown undergarments and hair that looks like it has never seen a proper haircut in it’s life, Links guest looks alarmingly…simple. If it weren’t for the arsenal of weapons piled by the door and the faint sense of magic emminating from the teen, Link would think the stranger normal.

“Thank you for the food,” the traveler says after he has finished eating, and Link is struck by the genuine gratitude over what was an admetedly poor meal.

“Don’t mention it.” He shrugs. “So what can I do for you?”

The teen shifts in his seat.

“I saw your sign out front. Is uh, is your name Link?”

The blonde nods.

“Yeah, but the shop is closed. My-” he pauses for a moment, considering how best to describe Ravio other then as a sometimes roommate, “-my business partner is out of town, and he does most of the running of the store.”

“That’s- that’s not what I wanted to ask about. I’m a little lost.” The teen admits sheepishly, “Things look familiar but I can’t quite place where I am and I was wondering if you-”

Link misses the rest of the question, mind caught on the way the other man said ‘things look familiar’. His sense of trouble is tingling again, urging him to acknowledge the growing familiarity at the situation.

“Hyrule,” he states, cutting the other off. “You are in Hyrule. Not far from the castle.”

“Oh,” the traveler deflates, and Link finds his hope for a normal morning slipping further from his grasp. With dread gnawing at his stomach, Link swallows and steels himself to ask the question he is absolutely certain he doesn’t want to know the answer to.

“What did you say your name was?”

The stranger sucks in a breath, expression pained and slowly, watching for how his host will react, responds.

“About that…”

Link doesn’t try to remain polite, and wails as his head hits the table.

He knew he shouldn’t have opened the door.

How dare you do this to me

Link was having a very strange day. Not the new one, the old one. The one who had a door slammed in his face. That one.

It had been a normal day, or as normal as things ever were for him, though a normal day by his standards already involved a considerable amount of hijinx and thus what most would consider to be a normal day would have been a very strange day for Link due to the uncharacteristic lack of hijinx.

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Malon was enjoying a perfectly normal day before the knock came to her door. A normal day where she and her husband got up at their normal time and did their normal chores, ate an average breakfast and went through their normal morning routines before Link left the main house to feed and water the horses. Malon had stayed inside to finish cleaning up the breakfast dishes before the not-so-normal knock sounded. She put down her wash cloth after drying her hands and went to answer the door.

She opened the door to a very particular sight. Two young men both armed to the teeth but with different mannerisms. One was dressed in green and brown and looked very relieved to see her for reasons Malon couldn’t comprehend. The other was dressed in a red, green and blue combination and had far too many rings and an odd pink streak in his hair. This man was glaring off into the middle distance muttering angrily about a door stealing his door so Malon decided to address the first stranger.   

“Good morning to you, how can I help you?”

The green clad lad rubbed the back of his head in an uncanny resemblance to her husband. A uncertain grin spread over his face and Malon internally braced herself for something out of the ordinary, she had developed something of a sixth sense for these things. (She’d have to with a significant other like hers.)

“Good morning ma’am. My name is Link and my-” he paused, as if he was uncertain in how to refer to the other as, “traveling companion and I are a bit lost.”

Malon opened the door wider for the two of them, she had a feeling they’d end up staying for longer than Link or his friend thought they might be.

“Why don’t y’all come on in and I’ll go save Link from the horses. I think y’all might have some things to discus.”

Both Malon and the younger Link jumped at the sound of a loud thump and turned in unison to see the red clad boy smacking his head on the wall of her house. The wife of Link was more than certain his name was also Link too.

So much for her normal morning, but she was used to it. Her fairy boy was a hero after all.

Link’s halfway through cleaning Epona’s horseshoes when Malon walks out to the field. Immediately, he can tell something is up. She’s walking too calmly, and her smile is tight. There’s only a few things that can get his wife to look like that, and the first is her lying about his cooking tasting good. The second, however, is whenever he decides to do something dangerous.

It’s strange because he hasn’t decided to do anything particularly dangerous today yet.

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All in all it had been a pretty normal day for Link. The sky was blue, the ocean was calm, and he hadn’t a care in the world. He was laying on his bed planning his latest adventure with Tetra, when his grandma knocked on his door.

“Link, sweetie, I think there are some people here to see you.”

He would have to be a fool to miss the confusion in her eyes.

“Do I know them?” He asked, tilting his head.

She just shook her head, and motioned for him to follow her down the steps.

Looking back he really wished he hadn’t.

Sitting at the table were three men, a blond, a brunette, and was that pink hair?

( He mentally gave them names: one-eye, freckles, and pinky)

One-eye looked wildly uncomfortable in the small bungalow. Freckles eyes darted back and forth across the walls, taking in what Link could only assume were foreign sights. Pinky just looked pissed.

Grandma broke the awkward silence.

“Well, Link,” she began, “these are our visitors who wanted to see you so badly.”

He gave a little wave, mentally kicking himself for not having a weapon on him in the presence of three heavily armed men.. “I mean, who just waltzed into a kids house unannounced with weapons like that? Link thought. ”They could be pirates, they could be servants of Gannon, and for goddesses sake who dyes their hair pink? Link figured things couldn’t get any worse from here, and hey, hospitality went a long way.

“My name is Link!” He stated brightly, trying not to look at One-Eye’s sword. “What brings you all here?”

This had apparently not been what the strangers were looking for. One-Eye closed his eye and tilted his head up to the ceiling like he was praying. Pinky on the other hand gave a large groan and slammed his head on the table over and over. Freckles gave him a sheepish look.

“Actually…” he began, in a tone that never led to anything good.

When he had finished, Link asked politely to be excused to his room. He went to his bed, picked up the fluffiest pillow he could find, and screamed into it.

He returned downstairs, a little winded.

“So where do we begin?”

Challenge accepted, this is too good!

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Link should have taken the day off. Dot had literally given him a reason (“Royal ball that I don’t want to go to by myself, the colors are all invited, I miss them all, etc, etc)

But Link also didn’t want to go to the party, especially not with the colors, no matter how much he enjoyed having his brothers out of his head. Too many questions and too many stares for Link’s comfort.

So he kept the shop opened and waited for customers.

Now, Link was used to strange customers at his blacksmith shop.

(There were too many questions that evolved around his adventure and whatever happened to his “brothers” and they could have sworn they heard him talking to himself in the back–)

So yes, it was odd when a group of clear warriors walked into this shop for some repairs and tune-ups on their weapons.

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@technicallya1manband​ tagging you so that I can be confident this won’t be lost in the void.

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Link took a deep breath, standing with the door open to see a group of men doing their best to all fit on his front porch.

One of them, who looked uncomfortably familiar to someone else he’d known, was talking at him, something about portals and dark magic, but he’d stopped listening the second he found out they were all named ‘Link’.

He rather unceremoniously shut the door.

There goes his day off.

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@technicallya1manband is this how we’re doing this? idk I just saw this and got excited so Honestly, the weirdest part of Link’s day so far was that he hadn’t met any of the group of Links standing before him.

so we seemed to have skipped Sky and I had a Warriors bit waiting in the wings so I’ll just drop it here. 

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Link was used to portals. He has fought an entire war around, through and in between portals to different eras. Seeing a pulsing purple portal on its own wasn’t that odd, what was odd was that said portal spawned in the middle of the palace throne room, right as Link was giving his latest progress report of the Queen and General.

@technicallya1manband Sky got skipped, so here’s my take on why.

Link smiled to himself slowly as the purple vortex closed again, Zelda’s flinty stare daring the thing to return again for another try. 

Having a goddess incarnate for a girl-friend had it’s perks.

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since Wild is one of the few I’ve actually played the game for, I decided to contribute.

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Link was at Lurelin Village when it happened; he’d gone to the beach-side town to collect hearty blueshell snails for his dinner.

He hadn’t been expecting the swirling vortex that appeared in the ocean’s shallows, spitting out eight people all armed with various weapons and equipment.

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I love this so much.

You think THATS a denim jacket?

Surely you

That punchline hit me like a sack of wet mice

Like a sack of what

IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS POST

My kind of comedy

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

When lingerie ads had women with pubic hair...this is what they took from us 🚬😞

This cannot be left in the comments.

scantily is basically the most classic way to be clad

This is iron clad erasure

That’s not how slurs work but not like genocide supporters give a shit.

mind you this decision comes 2 days after a prominent Iranian gaming streamer found out he was demonetized for using the "Iran" tag and lost all his revenue for the past month. people are reporting that the Venezuela and Ecuador tags have also resulted in withheld ad revenue. and make no mistake, this is entirely thanks to racist freaks like destiny and h3h3 making a hijabi woman the poster child for their hate campaign.

There’s a little rat inside your head.

This rat doesn’t know anything, but it knows that sometimes snacks fall into its cage, and sometimes the floor shocks its feet.  It likes the snacks, and it hates the shocks.  It will tell you to do things that produce snacks, and it will tell you not to do things that produce shocks.

This little rat is not the only power inside your head, and it might not be the strongest, but it’s there and it has influence.

So pay attention to how you’re treating the little rat.

If every time you learn something new, you say to yourself “ugh, I’m so ignorant for not already knowing this,” you’re shocking the rat.  You’re teaching it to be afraid of learning new things, to associate it with embarrassment and self-criticism.

Remember to feed the rat instead.  Tell it “now I know, and that is good,” and let it eat its snack in peace.

If every time you take care of yourself and your home, you say to yourself “ugh, I never do this enough, and I’ll never get it right,” you’re shocking the rat.  You’re teaching the rat that it was safer when you didn’t try to take care of things.

Feed the rat instead.  Praise what you have done, forgive what you haven’t, so the rat can feel safe.

When the rat takes a step in the right direction, even if the step is too small or slow or not in quite the right direction, feed it.  Don’t shock it for being imperfect; it’ll only learn not to take any steps at all.  Feed it, and let it get bolder, and take bigger steps, and give it bigger rewards for those bigger steps.

Be kind to your little rat.

🐀🐀🐀 *pat, pat, pat*

bro making up characters now

MASS EFFECT™ LEGENDARY EDITION — 24/∞ ➜ Liara Romance + Leviathan DLC

Chat I love her so much

y'all i need some easy and healthy snack/meal recommendations drop em in the asks/comments/rb's whtever pls! drop me a lil recipe or something

hello stranger, I highly recommend this post for info on healthy snacking!

and now for the most delicious of my easiest cheapest healthy quick meals — frozen wonton soup! yes I did steal the basic idea off the back of the frozen wonton bag but this is Improved. not like fancy improved tho. I have designed it to maximize flavor and efficiency, but definitely not fanciness; you gotta really get into the mildly depressed college student mindset here

necessary ingredients:

seasonings (the ones I use):

not necessary but good ingredients:

steps:

okay wow if you're still reading, thank you! I did not mean to write this much and feel I've overexplained but it was fun. lmk if you try it?

tumblr please stop telling me to wd40 a mouse

The irony of doing deforestation in a land that already has nearly no forests, only to place some giant bird-killing things there in the name of “green energy.” Don’t let me even get started about how much harmful manufacturing processes need to take place to make wind turbines.

>the trees that were cut down were a commercial crop that would have been cut down regardless

>this was over a 20 year period that they planted 272 million more trees

>That 14 million is less than 1% of the total woodland area in scotland

People wanna hate renewable energy so fucking bad.