can you believe that one year ago, i was listening to this masterpiece for the first time? Happy birthday iliwys, u are one, massive, fucking legend, and thank u to the 1975 for sharing such beautiful music with us
A Letter to Nintendo (I Met My Love on Mario Kart)
If you didn’t exist I would not have met the love of my life. You’re probably thinking, “So you bumped into someone and realised you both liked Nintendo, who doesn’t? Cool story…” Not even close.
The year was 2008, a year I’m sure many hold dear in their hearts. The year Mario Kart Wii was released. I don’t know about yours, but my days were filled with holding that wheel (of the plastic kind). MKWii was basically the air I breathed, I still remember my very first online race as crisp as a freshly cut lawn (Grumble Volcano before people realised that glitch existed). After playing the other Mario Kart games over the years against item-lucky computers (and the rare actual person), this blew my mind. However this is barely relevant to the story. The point is, people. There were people out there, just like you and me, casually sitting on the couch with a wheel imprint (perhaps 3.5% of the racing population) left in our hands and soul. Many hours (days, weeks, months), races (thousands, easily), blood sweat and tears went into this game and we all got something out of it I’m sure; fun, frustration, and friends.
Living in that piece of country people may often forget even exists (if it weren’t for the fact we use kangaroos as transport, especially after we realised emus don’t fly nor reverse), the option to play continental was such a blessing as we would often bump into the same people and you’d have that unspoken connection. No words, no contact, you just recognised each other by your Mii and/or name (for those who didn’t change it from John to W4FFLEZ, to SwagMeister89 every day). There was this one player that just stuck out to me, perhaps it was her luscious brown pixilated hair. Or it could have been because we seemed to be completely evenly matched, the only thing that separated us were those items. She’d win one race, I’d win the next. We had formed some unspoken bond, completely without contact, as we wouldn’t hit each other with items but were happy to do so to others. Side by side we’d race until some item-happy player would come along and separate us. So I’d stop at the finish line for her, even if that meant getting last place, just to let her know I saw what happened and she doesn’t deserve to come last because of some item spammer (you know, usually the 3 red shells one at a time). This became a trend and went both ways, I’d see her waiting there at the finish line for me. Then we’d both stop, together, and neither of us would cross. We just sat there at the line, revving our engines, moving backwards and forwards, wanting the other to cross. I still remember so clearly at 1am in the morning we ended up in a race together with just one other person, so the 3 of us. The race started but, simultaneously, we turned around and went backwards, did loops around each other, did the stop start (like when cloud man picks you up and you need a boost) into each other’s vehicles, grabbed items just to hit each other with, not having a single care about the race itself. This lasted for a good while, many laughs were had, and it seemed a true bond was formed - without a single word to each other. At this point, Mario Kart Wii didn’t have the option to add a friend just by clicking on them, or contacting them for that matter. You had to actually converse with them to get their friend code to then become friends, so all this time we were ‘scouring the country side’ to find each other (or more so because Australia is about as big as a 250kb USB, it was easy to bump into each other). Race after race, hour after hour, day after day, week after week we would race.
I didn’t know who this girl was (or even if she was a girl on the other side, let’s be honest) but we were Mario Kart soul mates. It wasn’t just Mario Kart that I loved, it was racing her, through our unspoken bond and silly rituals, that was fun in the purest form. It sounds like a Mario Kart love story… Until that dreaded time came where eventually we went our separate ways. It was time to say that unspoken goodbye, time to let go of that unspoken bond, time to move on. That was it…
So that’s the story, I met the pixilated love of my life and we raced until we could race no more.
…Ah but that’s only the beginning. 6 years later Mario Kart 8 was released and I wiped the dust off the wheel, reflecting on the past. That wheel was my partner in crime, Epona to Link. It had scratches, bits missing out of it, even bite marks (ahem, sometimes races don’t exactly go your ways…). Those were the times! I jumped online only to find I had people from France, UK and Italy roam my races. Where were my fellow Australians? I played a few races and that was it, holding too strongly onto the past. Down went my trusty wheel and off went the game. Until one afternoon my brother was bored (or procrastinating) and wanted to know what Mario Kart 8 was like, as we didn’t spend that much time together it was a prime opportunity to chill. So I popped it on, jumped online and went through the motions. A few races with people so far away, whilst fun, I got bored too fast. Almost switching the console off, something stopped me. Those brown eyes, luscious brown hair, big smile, black outfit. Could it be? It was. It was her. In a packed race filled with people from France, UK and Italy there were two Australians. Myself and the girl I raced almost 7 years ago. The girl who stopped at the line for me, the girl who didn’t hit me with items, the girl who who was my racing equal, the girl who I never spoke a word with but shared an unspoken bond. She had the same Mii, same name, there was no doubt it was her. Unlike me I had a different Mii (puberty does things to you) and a different name (I felt now that I was 23 I could level up from nickname to actual name). I knew who she was but she would never know who I am! I was on the tracks riding next to her, beeping at her, bumping into her, all the while knowing she would just think I’m some weirdo who doesn’t know how to handle a bike. It was all so ironic, as well as the fact unlike MK Wii we both didn’t race as our Miis but as Mario and Peach (the helmets covered up our luscious brown hair, y’see). Mario chasing his princess whilst the princess was basically in another castle/didn’t know who he was. I wanted to reach out and tell her who I was; I was that guy she raced almost 7 years ago, that guy who stopped at the line for her, protected her from items, the guy who she stayed up with into the early hours of the morning, that guy she never spoke a single word to. I savoured every race not knowing if I’d ever be able to see her again. I raced by her side race after race, even though I was hit with her items (“And if you hurt me, that’s okay baby” - Ed Sheeran, ‘Photograph’), I even stopped at the line for her. Did she know who I was? Probably not. Next race she was gone.
And that is how I met the love of my life on Mario Kart, twice. Does that count as a real love story? We basically raced into the sunset to live happily ever after, right?
So there may be more to it. Being in a state of excitement, nostalgia, and who knows what, I was a man on a mission. When I’m a man on a mission I usually forget the simple things, like clicking on her Mii to add her as a friend. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. So I literally was a man on a mission. My first resort, google. Obviously no luck. Miiverse! Excitedly I reached ‘Search Users’ and typed in her name, only to realise that it was one of the most common names to exist. After about an hour of searching my hope was wearing thin, my face resembled a Mii who came in at least 10th, head down, lost, reflecting, pondering. Hang on, she had stars in her name! Apparently everyone with the name Lisa has stars in them. No luck. Utterly defeated, I held the power button down for two seconds and just before the third I realised something. Something didn’t look right… That’s right, she had spaces between the stars! I’ve never been more determined to hit that space bar. There she was. I had found her.
“Hey Lisa! I’m not sure if you’d remember me but I used to race as Ed back in the MKWii days! Was good to see you, can see you haven’t lost your touch!” Not even sure if she’d see the message or even reply, it was all in the hands of fate now. Fate it certainly was. She remembered me. We conversed through Miiverse, learning little basic bits about each other. The most important being that The Legend of Zelda was our favourite gaming series (and basically favourite thing to exist). To the point I have a Zelda tattoo and her dog’s name is Link. Destiny? From there, she asked for my email address so she could send me a photo of Link (let’s just say I am very thankful for Miiverse’s lack of characters/ability to send photos).
One message turned into many, across days, weeks and months. A one sentence message grew into paragraphs, pages, novels, photos and videos. One single message evolved into over 25 000 words combined. Who knew what one message could lead to. I had found someone who I connected with on every level, whom I shared endless things in common with, big to small (to the point of both of us being left-handed and our birthdays being 2 days apart). However she lived a whole state away. This was nothing but a mere friendship over the internet.
I came across the amazing fan book “Legend of the Hero” by Kari Fry and bought one, along with a few other Zelda bits and pieces. A thought crossed my mind, perhaps I could send this to her? I mean it’s just as easy for her to go buy it herself, but it would be nice, right? So she ended up giving me her address and I excitedly made her a Zelda package.
Off it went, along with my number on the back of the package (as required by the, ultimate wingman, post office). I soon received a very excited text message and from there we conversed through text - although we couldn’t let go of our novel emails straight away, as our recent messages were “Hey, just letting you know the Postman has left something in your inbox (Da na na naaaa)!” Soon after she sent me my very own Zelda package, which was easily the best package I have ever received in my life.
From there I knew I wanted to meet her. I wanted to drop everything, catch a plane, and meet this girl who I shared this abnormally special connection with. Meet this girl who I had raced for many hours, days, weeks and months on Mario Kart(s) (“Oh I lost you once but I found you twice, and my search is over” - ‘Deeper Love’, Mike Mago). Meet this girl who I waited for; not only at the line but, unknowingly, for many years. Meet this girl who I had spent hours upon hours writing to, words upon words, photos upon photos. Meet this girl who seemed to be a destined part of my life. That I did.
One single flight and a solid friendship turned into thirteen flights (within a month) and a beautiful relationship, with the final flight being a permanent one. I’ve now moved states, transferred jobs, and am living with my best friend, my soulmate, my love. Best decision I’ve ever made was to catch that flight. No, the best decision I’ve ever made was to play Mario Kart.
Who knew that Mario Kart could forever change your life?
Thank you, Nintendo.
P.S. We are now very happily engaged - Zelda rings* for the both of us!
The regal line of succession in the world of Hamilton got a heck of a lot more complicated the other week. That’s when Brian d’Arcy James put himself back under King George III’s crown — making him not only the first person to play the monarch in Lin-Manuel Miranda’s musical back when it debuted Off Broadway, but now the latest actor to play the character in its smash Broadway run.
Not much changed in terms of his songs or the way he plays the character, said d’Arcy James, who also appeared recently in Netflix’s buzzed-about series 13 Reasons Why. But what has changed is the feeling inside the Richard Rodgers Theatre, the kind that comes after tremendous buzz, countless fans (celebrities and otherwise), and a slew of accolades. “The context is different because people were just starting to discover it [when I was in the show at the Public Theater] and sense it becoming what it has become back then, both in the cast and in the audience. And now, it’s undeniable, and it’s such a phenomenon and you can feel a different kind of vibe in the house when you start the show.”
He’s also performing alongside a different cast this time around, including Tony winner James Monroe Iglehart (the former Genie in Broadway’s Aladdin), who began his Hamilton run as the Marquis de Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson on the same night d’Arcy James re-donned his King George robes.
“I’m in awe of this cast,” the three-time Tony nominee said. “I’ve been away from it long enough to have completely fresh eyes on the show and I’m just like anybody else. When I watched the show before I came back in, just to get primed to go back in, I was astounded by everyone’s performances. There’s such intricacy and there is such power and physicality coming from everybody in that cast that I have this great opportunity to just slide in [during] the show — I have my little things, my little surgical strikes if you will, and then I can just watch everybody do the extraordinary things they’re doing.”
And as the newly crowned (and also original) king across the sea, d’Arcy James was able to see the show’s success from off-stage, while still an integral part of the musical’s origin story. Asked to reflect on that arc, he said, “The first thing that comes to mind is a sense of pride in having been there. After that, there’s the sense of knowing the journey that cast took was so extraordinary and to watch it evolve from outside rather than inside is an interesting perspective — knowing what the work was, because the work didn’t change, and everybody’s putting all their effort into making the show as good as it can be. What changed was all of the people that would come and give it this air of being something different — a destination. Getting the stamp from senators and heads of state and icons in the entertainment industry, rock and roll legends, pop singers, all those people that were coming — the gravy, the gravy was fun to see and imagine what that was like. I got a little bit of that at the Public, and mind you, this is just the fun stuff. Because like I said, the work is the work, but the experience of sharing that with people that you admire and adore is a different thing altogether. And thankfully, that continues too. So I guess that’s my take on it was it was fun to watch my friends get to experience the biggest birthday party every night for however long they were there.” […]
DEAREST FMO, today I’ll celebrate my feels for you. I enjoyed the conversations we’ve shared(albeit limited), enjoyed discussing meta, enjoyed chilling out; I’m really thankful to have met you in my time.
(AND I’M SORRY THAT THIS MESSAGE IS RATHER INAPPROPRIATELY MARRIED TO THIS DRAWING) /sheepish laughter
Happy Birthday Fred Astaire! (May 10, 1899 - June 22, 1987)
“We are, of course, very lucky. His gift, captured in the movies is one we can all share forever. He was, he is, and he always will be our never-ending legend.” - Mikhail Baryshnikov
“He is like Bach. […] Astaire has that same concentration of genius; there is so much of the dance in him that it has been distilled.” - George Balanchine
“When I am asked about influences, I always say I bow down to Fred Astaire, because when you look at him dancing you never look at his extremities, do you? You look at his centre. What you never see is the hours of hard work that went into the routines, you just see the breathtaking spirit and freedom.” – Alan Rickman
“Last summer I went to Italy to work on a film and when I arrived in Rome there was a big Fred Astaire festival going on. There were big posters of Fred plastered all over the city. But what impressed me most was an article in one of the leading magazines there, with a picture of Fred on the cover and the titles was “America Que Bela Era” which means how beautiful America was or used to be. And it wanted to say that he personified what was quality and beauty of that era. And I think that we owe Fred a debt of gratitude for the image that he portraits to the world of what this country is good on.” - Hermes Pan (1981)
Michael Jackson’s Son Shares Heartfelt Poem For Late Father’s Birthday
Jackson’s oldest son, Michael Joseph Jackson Jr. – aka Prince Jackson – lead a
series of touching tributes to the late star on what would have been his 58th
brief post shared via Twitter and Instagram on Monday, Prince, who was only 12
when Michael died, shared a self-penned poem for his dearly departed father.
moving 14-line sonnet – titled “the Myth, the Legend and the Man” – the 19-year-old
wrote: “Happy birthday to the Man who was more than a legend. I love you.”
Prince alluded to
the singer’s troubled life in the poem, but also stressed the importance of
family; specifically drawing attention to how much he cared for his children
before concluding that his father is an archangel.
His sister Paris
later re-grammed his post on her own account, adding: “Love this.. proud of you
big brother. And happy birthday to the man that means more to us than anything
and anyone ever could.”
tragically passed away of acute propofol and benzodiazepine intoxication on
June 25, 2009, after suffering from cardiac arrest while preparing for his
comeback concert series, but his legacy certainly lives on.
Tito took to social media and declared Monday “Michael Jackson Day” in a tweet, which was then followed by an outpouring of tributes to the late icon.
Madonna shared a collage
of photos of them together, writing: “Happy Birthday to this wonderful and
glorious creature!! The King! Gone too soon!”
family later released a statement, which read: “We’re so touched to
see such an outpouring of love for Michael in celebration with your events,
pics, posts & thoughts. #MichaelJacksonDay”
I want something with a fat/overweight Belle. Where is my adorable/pudgy
librarian who’s in love from afar with the town monster, Mr. Gold, who
little does she know thinks she’s the bees knees and is in love with her
right back? Where’s my fat girl who was made fun of for being a nerd,
for being odd, for not being skinny, who gets the rich guy and lives
happily ever after? Where’s the Gold who loves Belle just the way she is
and not because he’s a chubby chaser?
Rating: T A/N: After months of wrestling, here’s the first chapter of what I affectionately call “Chubby Belle.” Thank you to the Anon who inspired this and to @magnoliatattoo – for everything! This story is very personal for me, so thanks for allowing me to share my heart. Warnings for dealing with body issues.
“‘Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I’ll give my all to you You’re my end and my beginning Even when I lose I’m winning ‘Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you.” All of Me – John Legend
Thank the Lord it wasn’t bathing suit weather.
French scowled down at the beach from the boardwalk, cradling a
container of pasta salad. She was running late for Henry’s birthday
clambake, and if there was one thing Belle hated, it was making an
entrance. People looking at her, watching her, judging her.
her bowl under one arm, she smoothed her free hand over her Kelly green
sundress and peeked down anxiously at her red sandals. She’d already
double-checked her lipstick in the car mirror. Stalling, Belle. You’re already late, remember?
least she could feel confident in her potluck offering—she was a
pitiful cook, but Marco? His pasta creations would make angels sing.
SO I want to give a shout out to bountyhuntersamusaran !!! whose birthday was yesterday! She’s a very wonderful, and very beautiful individual that I share fun times with, and I wanted to treat her to part ONE of her birthday gift. Hopefully the other arrives in the mail Tuesday c: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSY! I hope you enjoy! :D
“I liked to go to the library and bury myself in a good book. My favorite was an ancient norse legend… The Trolden Glass. ”
“It’s about a norse king who had a beautiful daughter he loved dearly. He wanted his daughter to be able to see the beauty he saw in her, so he had a mirror made for her birthday. But the day before it, she died, so instead of reflecting her beauty, it reflected the ugliness of his pain and sorrow. He was so devastated, he decided his kingdom should share his pain. So he spent years harnessing dark magic, used it on the mirror, and cast a spell over his entire kingdom. It made his subjects see only the worst in the ones they loved. And they turned on each other, destroying themselves.”
Happy birthday justduet!!! I hope you have a great day full of lots of yummy foods and wildstar and no queue times and everything great QuQ I thought I would draw your two favorite champions, I hope I did them justice!
For those of you who might be wondering, the Zyra design is her very own creation! I share her want for a blue Zyra skin OuO…