Ganondorf makesmewanna bust a jut
(curing my boredom and my first post on tumblr lol anyways)
He would do Gabriellas part let's not lie here
At LEAST once thinking about it is so funny lol, you see some tall guy with a glowing stick while going to buy a bag of flour or something and now you're dead lol
I feel so stupid. I just realised why Zelda in botw doesn't immediately gain her power.
It's because she wants the power and not realising she also needs the knowledge/wisdom to GAIN the power.
Like how Mipha was trying to tell her how her own powers awakened but got interrupted by Calamity Ganon - directly stopping her from getting the knowledge on how to get her power in a similar way.
Or how her father (fuck you Rhoam you oversized bitch. you knock-off Santa Claus I hope someone sprays you with holy water like a misbehaving cat) limits her study of the Sheikah tech, which has been seen to go hand-in-hand with Hylia's power.
did a little drawing of wifey in a drink&draw
I have a dilemma rn and need help
I am writing a fanfic (it ain't finished yet)
and I have no idea if I should post it here or make an new account just to post fanfics
Now that I think about it, it's incredibly lucky that in the beginning of botw, Link can listen to and understand Zelda's voice and what she's saying.
He didn't know who she was, who his friends were. He had no clue of where he was, he didn't even know what an apple was called until he picked it up for the first time. Yet the only indication that is shows that he at least remembers something is just listening and following Zelda's direction in spoken language.
Same with mobility, it seems he was lucky to still have the muscle memory to get up and walk without assistance after 100 years and losing his memories.
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
and again I think they would listen to these too
(gan , link and zel)
pls no totk spoilers I'm broke please have mercy
LMAOOOO I am half serious and half joking about this one
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
💚 Please donate if you can. Share our story. Help us survive. 💚
made a silly little animation (?) in a TV paint workshop today
(awww hair got in his eye from the wind💔💔💔)