The Five Stages of Grief:
Clock Town is denial. No one in the city wants to admit the moon is going to fall on them.
The Swamp is anger. The Deku Scrubs are rushing to kill a monkey they blame all their problems on, yet he had nothing to do with any of them.
The Mountain is bargaining. The Gorons, freezing and starving, perpetually keep their hope that their dead hero will come back and save them.
The Bay is depression. The Zoras lost their guitarist, and continuously mourn over him.
The Valley is acceptance. With no more transformation masks and virtually everyone in the zone already dead, the only thing Link has left to conquer is himself.
Link can’t really save everyone. Even after introducing the game as a quest to find Navi, he never will, but by the end we can accept that. One of the game’s opening lines mentions that he is searching for a lost friend, and one of Tatl’s last lines at the end of the game is “Well, both of us have gotten what we were after…”
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
Feminism in a nutshell
As a man, you should feel ashamed for everything you like and are.
In the meantime, all of women’s problems are your fault.
You’re a rape supporter.
Real Feminism In A Nutshell
How fucking hard is it to give us all the same rights?
That would be awesome. But how about we go for equal rights instead of demonizing the other gender? This are not gender issues. They’re human issues.
I don’t think you really know what’s going on here, man. Would you like someone to explain it to you one on one?
That person clearly gets feminism as well as Castiel gets a joke.
Green Day’s lovely cover of Eye of the Tiger
Rising up BA NA NA NAAAA
BA NA NA NA NA NA NAAA NAAAA
Went the distance now I’m BA NA NA NAAA
Gotta fight BA DO DOO DO DO DOOO
It’s the Eye of the Tiger it’s the
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
BA DA DA BOO DOO BOO DOO BA DA BAAAA DAAAAAA
DOO DOO DOOOO
BooDoOoDOooDooDOoodOoo dadAAaaaDA DA
daaa ddaaa ;sldkfls the eye of the
i thought you were exaggerating holy shit
idek how many times i have reblogged this but it will never not make me laugh omg
“A biker’s power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.
If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she’s safely inside.
And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats.”
During one such testimony, a little boy sat on the stand, testifying against his abusive father, who sat less than 10 feet away.
“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Asked the prosecutor.
“I was scared.” The little boy replied, honestly.
“Why aren’t you scared now, what changed?” The prosecutor watched the little boy closely as he pointed to the front row of seats in the court room.
“Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
shit like this makes me have faith in humanity again.