sometimes they come back...again

Fact #641: Dysphoria doesn’t always make sense. Sometimes it fluctuates. Sometimes it goes away completely, only to then come back again. There’s not even always a clear reason for why it was triggered to come back or get worsened. But that doesn’t invalidate it. Your experiences are real, are valid, even if you can’t always explain them.

Today there’s something I want to share with you all. And this is a really important thing to me. This is how I see Simblr.

Simblr is in perpetual evolution. Simmers come and leave and sometimes they come back and sometimes they leave again and it goes on and on and on.

Simblr is diverse.
Sometimes it’s toxic, sometimes it’s benefic. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s sad. Sometimes it’s poetic, sometimes it’s crude. Sometimes it’s colorful, sometimes it’s dark. Sometimes it’s cartoon like, sometimes it’s realistic.

It can be ts1, ts2, ts3, ts4.

But there’s one thing that never changed and never will.

Simblr is all about you.

Yes, you, you the simmer behind your screen. You’re what Simblr is made of. But more than anything Simblr is what you make of it.

You have every right to be here. Wether you prefere to share sims, story, buildings, sceneries, legacy, challenge, custom content, edits.
If your anxious, genuinely happy, depressed, a mother, a father, a 10 years old, a 90 years old, a man, a woman, or none of this, transexual, asexual, homosexual , bisexual , pansexual, heterosexual, white, black, brown, yellow, green, blue, red, chubby, skinny, tall, small, American , African, Latino, European , Asian, Russian, Norwegian, friendly, introverted, autiste, sick, handicapped : you have every right to be here. It can be under the spotlight or in your own corner of the internet but you have your space.

And you create things.
You. Freaking. Create. Things.

And this is marvelous.

Shou has a tendency to up and leave suddenly, no notice or even a word about it. He disappears for days, weeks at a time. Sometimes he leaves town, sometimes he doesnt, be no one ever knows where he goes or what he does.

The thing is, staying still, being tied down to one place, its Strange to him. He’s not used to it. Hes so used to running and hiding and plotting, that actually having somewhere he can call home, where he can stay and feel safe and not have to worry about his own safety makes him uncomfortable. Fidgety. Nervous.

The only reason he comes back time and time again, sometimes showing up at the Spirits and Such door unannounced, or Teru finding him in his kitchen at 7 in the morning, or knocking on Ritsu’s window at midnight, is because he knows he has people who want him to return.

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I’ve probably brought this up before but I am again because why not

This scene is really important, and I think it’s going to come back up again sometime in North and South. They wouldn’t just write this scene in for no reason (especially because it’s in Smoke and Shadow, in which Katara and Sokka were not in at all after this scene, so there would be no reason to give Katara a dramatic scene like this if it wasn’t going to come back again)

This is the moment I think when it fully hits them that this is going to be happening so often in their future. Of course, for a while, Katara will probably be able to accompany Aang on most of his Avatar-related trips. But once they get married and have children, who will have school (and assuming Katara got some sort of job teaching waterbending or something in Republic City. That’s my headcanon anyway), she won’t be able to go with him. That he’ll be leaving her and the kids a lot…

Whether it’s only a small scene between them, or it turns out to be some sort of conflict for them to overcome through the course of N&S, I think it’s safe to say they aren’t quite done with this conversation yet.

Masked Intruder

Summary: Dan is a robber who steals valuable objects nearly every night. When he goes into a flat decorated with plants and stuffed animals, he can’t seem to keep himself away. Dan’s not used to pretty boys stealing things of his own; especially when they steal his heart.
Word Count: 3590
Warnings: stealing, breaking/entering, cussing
A/N: I’d like to thank my roommate @sourmojo for giving me the idea to write this fic (based off of this song) and also @insanityplaysfics for being my lovely beta. That summary is the worst fucking summary I’ve ever written but I love this idea so much and I hope you do too! Please don’t ask me to write a sequel, i will write one if i end up feeling like it, but as of right now, it doesnt seem very likely.
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It was something that Dan was proud of, as fucked up as it was. He just couldn’t get enough of everything about it; the thrill, the little prizes he got out of it, hell even the news broadcasters. No matter how hard he tried to get away from his lifestyle, he always ended up going back. His own addiction, his very own little secret. Besides, it’s not like anybody was getting hurt in his escapades. Just himself and his own conscious, but that he could deal with.

So what if he broke into houses and stole objects he found compelling? They were just objects and humans should be able to get over the loss of something so materialistic. Rings, money, antiques. Stealing those didn’t harm anybody. In fact, they should be grateful for Dan. He helped people realise that family was far more important than items.

Dan didn’t necessarily know how he got to this point in his life, where he just went to other people’s houses to steal meaningless crap, but he couldn’t be more thankful. One day he was just a silly little teenager trying to be edgy by sneaking into places he wasn’t supposed to be in, and the next moment he was a twenty-five year old man breaking and entering all to steal that new movie he’s been wanting for weeks. Some would say that he was stupid for risking going to jail just for a movie, but Dan didn’t give a single fuck.

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Sherlock - PSA

Since S4 ended I have gone through various stages of dealing with what once was my favourite show. I have to admit that I only rewatched The Lying Detective once and I can’t bring myself to rewatch the other two episodes because I am still so angry… (I am straight) and I am/ was always fascinated by John and Sherlock’s relationship, the love they have for each other and of course, I am well aware what it would have meant if this love had been openly acknowledged … and that’s just one of the (many) reasons why I am still deeply irritated by the way Moftiss et al chose to write this fourth series. I mean, what the heck? Anyway, this has been said a thousand times before and so much better as well, but as a consequence I wanted nothing to do with Sherlock for a while, stepped away from tumblr, lost hundreds of followers… and it’s only in the last weeks that I found pleasure again in coming back here sometimes and to look at and reblog all the great Sherlock and especially Johnlock fanart. Well, yes, that’s what I wanted to say, even though it’s not that much… ;) … and I’m glad that a lot of my followers are still here! Thank you for that xx

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Cutie

Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: He has been out late at night, and you didn’t know why…until someone had texted him

Word Count: 2002

Warning: eh, the usual cursing 

Originally posted by nochus

Once again the spot on the bed next to you was empty. You sighed and placed your hand on the cold mattress where he was supposed to be. BTS was given a well-deserved break, so you knew he wasn’t at the dance studio or the company. He wasn’t at the dorms either because you had texted the boys asking for Jimin and they said that they hadn’t seen him since their break started a week ago. You didn’t know where he was and you were worried. And this wasn’t the first time either. He’d been out late for three consecutive times this past week and this night was the fourth.

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anonymous asked:

can you do a one shot where you're a music composer who's kind of a shut-in and bad with social interaction and you live in 221C and sherlock falls in love with you just by listening to your music when you play it in your flat? sorry if this is all over the place/specific

Originally posted by kattlejuice

Reader x Sherlock

You sat in the blue chair in your living room and played the violin, exactly the same way you had for the past two years. The melody resonated throughout 221C and out into the world through your open window. Music was what you used to communicate to the world instead of words. It described feelings and emotions far better than words, and best of all, it didn’t involve any social interaction. Composing on your violin didn’t require you to step out into the world often, making it the perfect fit. After another hour of playing, you set the violin and it’s bow gently on the table content.

Sherlock listened to the sweet melody erupting from your violin everyday for the past two years in 221B. It was the one part of the day that consistently brought a smile to his face and warmed his heart. As a violin player, Sherlock admired the skill and dedication you possessed. He instantly fell in love with your music and the style that you played it in, and overtime, fell in love with you. Sometimes he would play a piece of his music back after you were done and waited you to respond with another melody. Sherlock laughed, amused that he had found someone that hates social interaction more than him.

“What’s so funny?” John asked, emerging with a cup of tea. 

“Did you know that Y/N is probably the only person in the world that hates social interaction more than I do?” Sherlock laughed.

“Y/N from 221C?” John took a seat, looking intently at Sherlock. It was always surprising when Sherlock talked about another person willingly. “You two would be the perfect match.” 

Sherlock scoffed, smiling. “Don’t be ridiculous, John. I don’t have time for a relationship.”

John gave Sherlock a knowing smiled. “Go talk to Y/N.” 

“Fine,” Sherlock stood up. “If it’ll get you to drop the subject.”

Sherlock stood up and walked across the hall to 221C, softly knocking on the door. You froze in your tracks and took deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate.

“I know that you hate talking to people,” Sherlock began, talking through your door, “But I wanted to tell you how much I admire your work- your violin playing.”

“T-Thank you.” Your voice cracked. It had been sometime since you had talked to another person.

“I, well, I was wondering if you wanted to play together sometime?” Sherlock asked. “It’s hard for me to find a violinist that I can still learn from. There aren’t many that are better than me.” 

Cautiously, you approached the door, staring at it for a few seconds before opening it a small crack to look at the stranger outside your door.

“Sherlock, from 221B.” He told you.

“I know,” You said, softly. “I’ve seen your picture in the paper a few times.”

“Right,” Sherlock nodded ever so slightly.

You cleared your throat and spoke up. “If you want to play you can grab your violin.”

“Right now?” He asked. You nodded in response. Sherlock’s face lit up. “I’ll go get my violin.”

Sherlock ran into 221B and grabbed his violin before rushing back over to your flat. He smiled and you led him into your living room. You picked up your violin and sat down on the blue chair across from Sherlock. He nodded for you to choose the melody and set the pace. The bow glided over the violin’s strings starting a song that Sherlock happily played along to. Your violin’s sounds blended in smoothly, and occasionally the two of you could hear praises coming from your open window.

When the song was over, you smiled at each other. Sherlock was the first one to speak up. “I’d love to do it again sometime.”

You returned his smile. “Come back tomorrow. 

Sherlock came back the next day, and every day after that for the past two years. He would come over, he would play, exchange a few words, and he would leave, until he professed his feelings for you. Then, he would come over, the two of you would play, have a meal together and he would leave. It was like that for the next three years, until he proposed. Now, the two lived together, always setting aside an hour or two for music. After all, it’s what brought you together in the first place.

My Zine Entry

This was my piece for the @meowraculouschatnoirzine I highly recommend you go check it out as there is TONS of amazing art and stories and its FREE TO DOWNLOAD!!!! (If you do donate when you download the money goes to help get physical copies to the artists who worked on the zine who can’t afford to order it themselves with any left over profits going to charity) 

anyway here is my piece! Hope you like it ^_^



Small Victories

Chat Noir sat waiting, hidden in the branches of the tree. Below him, the precocious little girl settled herself down beside the small courtyard fountain. Her mother had disappeared back into the townhome a few minutes before with her cell phone, but he waited until she was safely absorbed in the conversation with her colleagues before venturing forth from his hiding place. He really wasn’t in the mood for an interview today.

The girl didn’t notice as he leapt silently to the ground, too caught up in waving her magic wand over a stuffed unicorn.

Chat took a steadying breath and tried to relax. He knew he could probably turn around and disappear without anyone being the wiser. No one was expecting him. His follow up visits to the akuma victims was hardly public knowledge after all. Alya had never even posted anything about it on the Ladyblog, despite her firsthand knowledge of his extracurricular habit.

Still, he had already put off this particular visit for longer than he should have due to his own hesitance.

He took a few steps closer and let out a practiced cough, hoping that his nervousness didn’t show.

The girl spun around to look at him with wide, owlish eyes. She was so young. Far too young.

He bit his lip and forced his worries to the back of his mind. Maybe he didn’t have a lot of experience dealing with children, but that was no excuse not to follow through with his mission.

“Manon, right?” he said, coming the rest of the way forward and dropping down unto his haunches beside her.

“Chat Noir?” she asked, fidgeting nervously with her wand, “What are you doing here?”

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Stress makes everything harder

Autistic people are autistic all the time. Sometimes some difficulties fade into the background, then come back out again when someone is particularly stressed out. This is true across the board for sensory issues, communication issues, movement, and all kinds of other things. (This is also true for people with any other kind of disability).

The intermittent nature of some apparent difficulties can sometimes lead to them being misinterpreted as psychosomatic. They’re not. Everyone, autistic or not, has more trouble doing things that are hard for them when they’re experiencing significant stress. Some things are particularly hard for autistic people, and those things also get harder with stress.

This is how it actually works:

  • Doing the thing always takes a lot of effort
  • Putting in all that effort has become second nature
  • When you’re not exceptionally stressed, you might not notice the effort it takes consciously
  • When you *are* really stressed, you don’t have energy to do the thing in the ways you normally can
  • So you end up having more trouble than usual, and probably looking a lot more conspicuously disabled than usual

For instance, with motor issues:

  • For those of us with motor difficulties, moving smoothly and accurately takes more effort than it does for most people
  • This can become second nature, to the point that we don’t consciously notice how difficult it is
  • But it’s still there
  • And when you’re really stressed or overwhelmed, you may not have the energy to make yourself move accurately
  • So things you can normally do (eg: handwriting, not walking into walls, picking up objects, pouring water) might become awkward or impossible
  • That doesn’t mean you’re faking or somehow doing it on purpose
  • It just means that things are harder when you’re stressed

Or with sensory issues:

  • Living with sensory sensitivities means that a lot of things hurt
  • For the sake of doing things anyway, a lot of us build up a high pain tolerance
  • To the point that we may no longer consciously process things as pain even though they hurt
  • Ignoring pain takes a lot of energy
  • When we’re really stressed, we may not have the energy to ignore pain
  • And things we normally tolerate can be experienced as overloading or intolerably painful
  • That doesn’t mean we’re faking the pain to avoid something stressful, or that we’re somehow bringing it on ourselves.
  • It just means that everything is harder under stress, including tolerating pain

Or with communication:

  • Communication can be hard for a lot of us in varying ways
  • For some of us, being able to speak requires juggling a lot of things that are automatic for most people
  • Or being able to use words at all, including typing
  • For some of us, that’s true of understanding people when they talk to us
  • Or of knowing what words are at all
  • If someone can’t talk, understand or use words under stress, it doesn’t mean that they’re somehow faking it to avoid a difficult situation
  • It means that communication is hard, and stress makes everything harder

tl;dr Stress makes everything harder. For people with disabilities, that includes disability-related things, including things that we don’t normally seem to have trouble with. Sometimes we’re wrongly assumed to be doing on purpose or faking to avoid a difficult situation; it should actually be seen as an involuntary, normal, and expected physiological response to stress.

anonymous asked:

Romanced Hancock and Danse! F! SS finding Fraternal Post 115. She's fallen for her companion but is reminded this is where she and Nate were going night the bombs fell. She breaks down and starts crying about life before the war. Let's get fluffy!

Paladin Danse: 
When Nora starts crying, it’s quiet. Her shoulders are hunched up and her back is to Danse while he looks around the main hall, doing a quick once over of the post before he turns to go back to her. “All clear, soldier,” he reassures her, and it’s then that he hears her crying over the crackling of the fire from the barrel in the center. Danse disengages his power armor pretty quickly after that, stepping out of it and approaching Nora from behind. She almost jumps when she feels his arms fold around her abdomen, but instead she just starts crying harder. She doesn’t mean to be, because she knows that was over 210 years ago, and it’s damn pointless to cry about it now, but she can’t help it. All she can imagine is Nate standing in front of the mirror and smiling back at her on the morning the bombs dropped. They were supposed to be here, and he was supposed to be smiling at her just like that again. But instead, he’s still in Vault 111, and she can’t stop crying. After a few minutes, she’s turned around to press her face into Danse’s shoulder, and he’s rubbing her back, repeating ‘it’s okay’ and similar phrases to her under his breath. As she manages to calm down, she whispers “I miss what we had. I miss the world- I miss him,” and as much as it hits Danse to hear it, he thinks he can understand, and he just nods before calmly suggesting that maybe they should go back to Sanctuary- Shaun’s probably waiting for her to get home.


Hancock: 
They’re just wandering along the streets when Nora’s gaze falls onto the building. It takes her a solid second before she recognizes why it looks familiar, and her stomach does a flip. By this point, Hancock’s backtracked a few steps upon noticing that Nora’s not by his side like usual, and he almost asks if she’s alright before he notices that he’s got this look on her face- almost like it’s scrunched up and she’s trying not to show just how clearly upset she is. Before he can say anything, she’s opening the door and lifting her gun, ready to clear out whatever the fuck’s been plaguing the place for the last two hundred years. After quite a bit of fighting and stimpaks, they’re in the main hall and Nora’s behind the podium. She looks like a mess as it is, but as soon as she croaks out “War– War never changes,” she’s got that look that just says she’s been through hell and back. When she steps away from it, Hancock’s already striding up to her to wrap her in a hug. She ducks into it, almost embarrassed when she starts crying, but he seems to be fine with it, defaulting to rubbing her back before he asks her if she wants to get out of there. It’s already cleared out, and they can come back again sometime if she wants, but she shakes her head. “All of that’s gone now,” she reassures him. “I miss him. God, I miss him, but it was a long time ago, and I have you now, right?” Hancock gives her this big crooked grin and wipes away her tears before he tugs back and grabs her hand. “What do you say we get out of here and grab a few drinks, then? There’s nothing wrong with relaxing.”

Remember This

Summary: “As long as I remember you, you will never be lost to me. You will never be lost again.”

Characters: Kim Taehyung x Reader/You

Genre: Wedding Planner!AU, v angsty, as usual

A/N: im back from the dead! show this some love pls <3 requested by @myeonggu here

The rules for your job are fairly simple. There are only two.

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Wet

It had to be considered, that this wasn’t Ianto Jones’ best idea ever. When the Blowfish he’d been chasing had dove into the freezing cold bay, Ianto’s immediate reaction had been to follow him. Since Blowfish can swim much better than a half-frozen Welshman, he’d lost the alien almost as soon as he’d hit the water.

Jack was able to fish him out quickly, too worried about hypothermia to laugh. That would come later when the crisis was over. Immediately, he whipped off his greatcoat and swaddled his lover in it. Ianto wasn’t as broad shouldered as the immortal, so it slid down, creating the effect of a kid dressing up in his Dad’s clothes. Jack might have been worried about the amount of shivering Ianto was doing, but the adorableness of the situation didn’t escape his attention. He thought that maybe they would need to try this again sometime, when Ianto wasn’t at risk. Coming back to the situation at hand, he realized he needed to get Ianto into the Hub as quickly as possible. Ianto still hadn’t moved and seemed to be able to do little more than shake, his teeth chattering. Jack made an executive decision, not caring that Ianto would probably kill him later, and picked him up in a Fireman’s carry.

Once he made it to the invisible lift on the Plass, he set Ianto back on his feet so he could activate the controls and get them inside. The Hub wasn’t warm by any means, but it was much better than topside and Jack managed to manoeuvrer Ianto over to the sofa. He sat them both down and pulled his lover into his side, trying to give as much body heat as he could.

Slowly, the shivering slowed and Ianto seemed to come back to himself. They still stayed silent, until Ianto’s wits had returned enough to realize he was wearing the greatcoat.

“Oh God, Jack! The bay water will damage this thing. Why did you do that? It’ll take me ages to get that back good as new. I would have been just fine without you….”

Jack stopped him with a peck on the lips.

“I did it because you needed it and I was worried about you. And you were incredibly cute in it. You really will have to wear it again sometime.”

Ianto blushed slightly. “Well….OK. But I’m still annoyed. You know how much I love this coat.”

Jack winked and chuckled lightly. “Oh, I do, Ianto Jones. And I think I understand why now.”

What if the one that got away comes back? Sometimes their come back doesn’t always mean that they want to be back in your life. That doesn’t mean that they’re asking for another chance. That doesn’t mean that they want you in their life once again. Sometimes, they will come back for you to realize a lot of things. They will come back for you to realize what you have now and not what you’ve lost. I know why someone from our past has to come back, it’s to remind us how much we’ve grown and that we don’t need them to survive. The one that got away will always be that person who left you and not that person who’s meant to stay. And sometimes, we just need to keep it that way.
—  The one that got away

EXO M Boyfriend AU Aesthetic ~ Fantasy/Fairy Tale | Jack Frost!Yixing

Luhan | Lay | Kris | Chen | Tao | Xiumin

  • Yixing, ironically like his powers was a warm person. Even though he had ice technically running through his veins, he showed how much of a warm hearten person he was through creating art with ice and snow.
  • Most of his time he’ll spend to himself, never realizing that he’s sulking away and not being the fun person he used to be years ago,
  • Reason being, every winter night for the past few years he would stalk you through your bedroom windows and admire you from afar instead of sometimes doing his job,
  • You were coming back from another failed coffee date and again, Yixing was watching from afar wanting to do something about it. 
  • Silently screaming inside his head, he never realized what he was doing until he actually started getting prepared. White skinny jeans, Nike Airs, Snapback, dark grey loose shirt and of course a White leather jacket.
  • You atually thought you bumped into a snowman on the way home from the supermarket to see the most stunning brown eyes ever. Like ever. 
  • Afer getting to know Yixing for a few months, you always wondered why he was so unusually cold all the time even when it came up to summer and u asked. He told you straight up from how it started, giving you proof and your feelings towards each other never changed.
  • You technically became his ice queen.

in another lifetime, Hera leaves Zeus and is not ashamed of it. He watches her step, barefoot, down the side of Olympus and learns what it is to lose. He goes home and holds his children tight, apologizes for all he’s done.

Hera apologizes too, first to Hephaestus in his smoky forge. He is still crippled but the pain is gone now. Her hug feels like a bonfire. He makes her a necklace of precious metals.

Next she enters the land of Hades. Semele is there, and she has a soft glow now, like moonstone. They trade stories about Zeus and Hera tells her Dionysus is doing well. She promises to visit again sometime soon.

In this lifetime, Zeus vows to never love again. Leto comes back to Greece and he breaks that promise. Hera went to the wedding. It was lovely.

Orion meets her in a small forest by the ocean’s edge. His quiver holds arrows of starlight and his fingertips touch the moon and sun. Hera kisses him and his lips are planets. They taste like wind. She is happy.

Renewal- Intro

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Masterlist  Part One

The moment you met Chanyeol, you had no idea what you were in for.

Pairing: Reader x Chanyeol + some surprises down the line ;)

Genre: Very angsty, with some fluff coming up

Word Count: 2,184

Here’s my first story here on Tumblr! I hope you guys like it, I have big plans for this series. I’m sorry if this part is kind of bland, drama and angst will come soon but this is just kind of setting up the story and introducing the main characters. If anyone has any suggestions or constructive criticism, I’m all ears!

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It’s not even about Ganondorf being in the game or not, but more or less how Calamity Ganon as a whole was handled.

In one sense I understand that they were trying to go back to their roots with the original Legend of Zelda, where Ganon was just this brute beast who kidnapped Zelda and rampaged across Hyrule, and the focus of the game was on discovering and exploring what the overworld had to offer. However, after coming along so far with so many other entries in the series, with characters both heroes and villains that have been written with motive and character, this is a bit of a disappointment. I mean, I’ll be realistic here and say that Ganondorf has always been a pretty one dimensional character, with his primary motive being the hunger for power and sovereignty over Hyrule. Wind Waker did give him some background for his aspirations, which I will be forever grateful for, but the point is that he had enough in any game he’s appeared in thus far that made him feel like a personal threat to you. It made him feel like an antagonist, a sentient being working against you that had to be stopped. Even Zelda 1 had this in some capacity, with Ganon actually having kidnapped Princess Zelda as opposed to Zelda going after him to keep him at bay, making him feel like a true antagonist.

However, Calamity Ganon just feels like the evil that is there just because. His evil destruction is akin to something a hurricane or an earthquake would be described as. It appears now and then throughout the land, destroys everything in its path with no regards as to who and what it destroys, and will probably come back again sometime down the line despite any measures taken against it. I mean I’m sure people feel anger and loss towards the devastation left behind by natural disasters, and Calamity Ganon pretty much invokes the same sort of feeling. The only reason one might feel something beyond this is a long time Zelda fan who knows who Ganondorf was, and would come to think like “wow, look at what he has become.” Maybe that’s the angle they were going for, but as a stand alone villain he’s not very villain-y, if you get my drift.

I suppose I’m just salty because they clearly wrote a very good Zelda in this game, who showed weaknesses as well as strengths despite her title. It would have made for a good opportunity to write a villain that a player felt motivated to go after, someone with cunning and manipulative tendencies that just made you want to send him back to the hell he came from. I mean, for myself playing the game, I feel absolutely no urgency to go and fight Calamity Ganon at all, as he doesn’t feel all that threatening to me. I suppose the key point of Breath of the Wild was about exploration, which is what I’m doing. It’s just disappointing that, with what we’ve been given so far, that they’ve sort of took some steps back in this department as opposed to improving.