it's wind not wild

frenchtherainbow  asked:

No but you can tell us about it

Mmkay so a couple months ago my friend bought this guy over to our house and he’d been building him up for several weeks because from what he could tell he was relatively normal (whenever he dates anyone they literally always turn out to be the most raging asshole ever somehow) but then he comes over and is like “oh yeah I actually have a sixth sense and can tell when there are spirits in the house” or something and I’m like.. okay buddy.. and he walks around the house and then goes into the empty bedroom and starts doing all this “IF THERE IS ANYONE HERE PLEASE MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN” and it was Wild but we didn’t think anything of it. 

ANYWAY after this happened we kept hearing random noises in the kitchen and would just be like “haha maybe your booty call woke up a demon in the house” but it was mainly a joke because kitchens make weird noises all the time BUT THEN one night I’m sitting in bed minding my own gay business at like 3am knowing full well that my friend is asleep in his downstairs bedroom and that my other roommate is out for the night and suddenly someone starts fuckin pounding on my bedroom door (which was locked) like to the point where I could actually see it shaking as they hit it. So I thought maybe it was my friend being an idiot and just shouted “what the fuck do you want?” but nobody replied it just went silent so I opened the door and there was nobody there and all the lights downstairs were still off, and there was no way my friend would have been able to get back down those stairs that fast without me hearing him?? So yeah that’s the story of the time I accidentally sassed a demon. 

latino smh headcanons
  •  latino nursey is very quiet in english and very loud in spanish.
    • everything about him is louder in spanish tbh even his laugh turns into this giant high pitched howl. 
  •  while the difference is most drastic in nursey, both tango and whiskey also raise their volume. 
    • whiskey also relaxes 10x more like hes kinda uptight just a general rule but around other latinos? its like his whole personality changes. 
  • listen, also? tv is such an important part for them to connect w/ the hispanic world?? 
    • nuestro bellessa latina is so important that they dvr it but also all try very hard to schedule around it, so they can watch it in person.
    •  since nurseys not as into futbòl as tango and whiskey are, its really the climax of his life as a latino. 
  • tango cant eat spicy things.
    • he Just Cant
    • Like not even the tiniest of sprinkle of jalapeño on tortilla chips
  • nursey is unhealthily addicted to coffee, like cuban coffee that’s just basically a straight shot of espresso. not for the faint of heart. its like liquid adrenaline 
    • tango tried it once and like, could barely exist on the same plane as us mere mortals
  • whiskey also lowkey makes fun of everyone else’s accents because he grew up in puerto rico up until highschool so his spanish is excellent but he also thinks its really cute when people fuck up esp tango
    • tango has a complicated relationship with spanish bc hes always afraid of sounding too hispanic when saying things like latino countries or specific words that he cant help but say with an accent and then people look at him weird because he doesn’t look hispanic
  • tango is honestly a telenovela encyclopedia. u name it, hes seen it, can quote the most iconic scenes, and will act them out at any given time
  • whiskey is absolutely his abuelita’s child like. he calls her every couple of days if not every day he loves her so so much and nursey chirps the shit out of him for it but really he’s just lowkey jealous whiskey is so close with his family.
  • tango is also jewish and people are often very confused about how that works because both of his parents are argentinean. tango just confuses them more by trying to explain it.
  • all of them just sort of speak a unique blend of all of the slang from their respective countries like they have all just accepted the many different forms “im drunk” or “dude” or “drinking straw” come in. but the curse words that are common phrases in one country and horribly offensive in the other are a constant issue tbh
  • tango and whiskey are fabulous dancers. nursey, bless him, tries his hardest. he truly does. he just really has two left feet off of the ice
  • whiskey is truly an impressive drinker. all three of them can hold their liquor well but whiskey is just. stellar at it. he started drinking at like 13 and enters college as a seasoned alcoholic. (just kidding hes not an alcoholic!(actually tbh its hard to tell but lets just say he isnt))
  • i could forreal go on forever about this so i’m just gonna end it here: they all hate being called mexican, tango and whiskey especially (yes it’s partially about futbòl). there is something about being misidentified so grossly that really grinds ones gears. hence the gratuitous amount of clothing/memorabilia each of them own based on their nationalities.
    • if u think tango doesnt own a big argentinian flag that he definitely ties around his neck when appropriately timed, ur wrong
    • how many puerto rico tshirts can whiskey own? answer: an obscene amount. like for real at least 4 or 5. they’re both very extra

So with the Great Deku Tree in BotW I was wondering if he was the same Deku tree sprout from Ocarina of Time (since you know, Great Deku Tree died and all).

But I also saw how he didn’t really look like the Great Deku Tree from Wind Waker who is canonically The Deku Tree’s sprout.

Since WW is on the adult timeline and BotW is on the child timeline I was thinking that maybe he just grew differently ‘cause y'now, different timelines.

But then I remembered that in the child timeline the Great Deku Tree’s death most likely never happened due to Ganondorf being sealed….

…So the Great Deku Tree in BotW is most likely the very same Deku Tree from OOT.

He’s back (or rather he was never gone…)
My man is back.

videogeektumbls  asked:

Okay, you got me. I had to raise my pledge a level. I WANT THE CLIFFORD COMIC TO BE A THING SO BAD.

thank you so much! I want to make it too! I’m already so excited to get started on the Sylvia one! They would make such a cute set together. :3

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we loved shabbily with the windows down, like the critters in back alleyways, like the dipalated ferris wheel down 54th street, a treacherous ride that always ends with somebody’s head cracking open coconut-like splat on the ground. you are the rose with its many winding vermilion arms open we kiss and it’s like growing a wild garden. but sometimes the blood skitters out of your body, sometimes you’re an abandoned town, no telephone lines, no water towers, no playgrounds, only a thousand yards of pallid grassland never blessed by the goddess rain.

I hate the dark

a/n: i have no idea how to fucking end imagines so bare with me.

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You were at Luke’s house when it began to storm. The thunder sneaked in, beginning unnoticeably quiet from many miles away, to deafening booms that seemed to rattle the whole house like it was just outside. The lightening danced between black clouds, flashing in quick intervals that made the lights and the television flicker every so often. The wind howled, pushing the trees with its invisible might. It was wild out there, but inside was warm and cozy as you and your boyfriend snuggled together on the couch with a (flickering) movie playing. 

“I’m gonna go get a blanket,” You informed Luke as you stood up from your spot against his chest. His eyes cast nervously to the window, watching the rain pelt the glass in a constant wave. You gave him a reassuring smile and a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be right back.”  

You headed upstairs to his bedroom to grab some blankets from his bed, when suddenly the lights shut out, and you were standing in darkness. Luckily, you had your phone on you and you were able to use it as a flashlight to find what you needed, but as you could now hear, Luke was not so lucky. 

“(y/n)?” You could hear his panic stricken voice from down stairs as he was now probably sitting in darkness. You rushed out of his room with a pile of blankets in your arms and your phone shining weak light as you maneuvered down the stairs to the living room. He was sitting up on the couch, the television black along with every other light in the house. His eyebrows were drawn together, blue eyes blown wide, as he stood up and rushed towards you, pushing the blankets out of your hold and curling his arms around your waist. His head pressed into the crook of his neck as he mumbled out, “I hate the dark." 

"I know you do,” You replied softly, your hands twisting into the fabric of his t-shirt on his back. “C'mon, we can go look for some candles in the kitchen and light them until the power comes back on." 

Luke nodded in agreement, reluctantly releasing you from his hold and trailed behind you to the pitch black kitchen, the only illumination from the white light of your cell phone. You searched the cabinets until you found a box full of tea candles and a lighter. "We can sleep in the living room, since the blankets are down here anyways,” You propose. You begin setting up the candles over the coffee table, lighting each one as you go. Soon enough, a small halo of soft, yellow light illuminated the room, and the tension in Luke’s shoulders seemed to release. “Better?" 

"Yeah,” He agrees, curling up on the couch with a blanket. He wiggled his toes that were visible and looked up at you like a little kid begging for candy. “Sit with me?" 

"Of course,” You can’t help but croon in endearment as how cute he looked. He scooted towards the edge, allowing you to slip between him and the back of the couch. As if on instinct, your hand found its way to the roots of his blonde locks and you raked your fingers through his hair soothingly. Luke let out a hum of content, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. “The power’ll be back on soon, I bet." 

"I’m sorry I’m such a baby,” Luke mutters. “I just- I really hate the dark. If you weren’t here I’d probably be crying right now.”

You can’t help but chuckle and kiss his nose. “I would have come anyways. And it’s okay if you don’t like the dark. I kinda like the feeling like I’m protecting you, because I feel like you do it for me all the time." 

Luke smiles to himself and tightens his grip on you while nosing your cheek. He lets out a sigh like his nerves are settled and you can’t help but feel accomplished. You feel even closer to him, and an overwhelming sense of love and care sends through your body when he adds, "We protect each other." 

Sakurai’s Daily Screenshot - April 2, 2014

“The Gust Bellows can blow opponents away with its powerful wind blasts. When someone drops it, though, the gusts run wild! Out of the new items, more than a few will be from The Legend of Zelda series. We’ll take the most interesting and straightforward ones and reformulate them to match the Smash Bros. world.” - Masahiro Sakurai

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Fun fact: Scrapped Zootopia concept Wilde Times (an illegal amusement park run by Nick for predators) has been re-imagined in canon as “an amusement park that let the citizens of Zootopia explore their wild sides. Its newest ride, the Wind Tunnel, encouraged animals to stick their heads out of vehicle windows while driving.”

rockysroad  asked:

why are you releasing her? can't you keep her?

I could keep her, yeah, but its time for her to go back to the wild. I’ve put a lot of thought into whether or not to release Maya this year and I’ve decided that its the right thing to do. First of all, cottontail rabbits were very hard to find this year. I had to drive 50 minutes out to get to a field where I might get 1 or 2 flushes an hour if I’m lucky, and very difficult flushes due to the terrain. Its hard to drive that far out on a regular basis with classes and limited money for gas. I have plenty of jack rabbits locally, but Maya refuses 99% of jack rabbit slips. She did catch that one, and that was our moment of glory that I will never forget, but unfortunately the habit didn’t stick. She’ll chase, but she won’t commit. With the drought this year, I expect cottontail numbers to be even lower next year, so having a hawk that hunts cottontails just isn’t practical. I need a bird that is made to jack rabbits. 

Also, being an adult red-tail now with adult hormones, I can tell that Maya is eager to go out, establish territory, and find a mate. She has been very restless on her perch lately and hardly paid any attention during the last few flights. She’s letting me know that its time for her to go back. I’ve learned a lot from her and watched her grow from a cricket eater to a fierce bunny slayer. I treated her for parasites and helped her through her first critical year of life. Now she’s strong and ready to return to the wild. It makes me sad to think of us parting ways, but it makes me happy to think of her out there soaring in the wind and being a wild hawk again. Its what she was born to do. I just hope she does well for herself and finds a beautiful boy to make babies with ;) She deserves it.