I'm dying to buy this

wweh

I'm dying to buy this http://www.welovefine.com/2017-homestuck-calendar-12957.html

but i don't really know if they do shipping all the way to canada

y'know

;-;

well this s33ms interesting

what your favorite zelda game says about you

The Legend of Zelda: you are 40 years old

The Adventure of Link: you’re 40 years old, and gay 

Faces of Evil: you dont know when a joke is taken too far

Wand of Gamelon: you dont know when a joke is taken too far and also youre a lesbian

Link’s Awakening: you need love and a vacation

Ocarina of Time: you think all games made ever since fucking suck

Link to the Past: you help everyone you meet

Link Between Worlds: you especially help everyone you meet and also youre gay

Wind Waker: you love ancient epics and only wear pajamas

Twilight Princess: youre a furry 

Minish Cap: YOU’RE ADORABLE

Hyrule Warriors: no items fox only final destination

Four Swords/Four Swords Adventures/Triforce Heroes: your friends would do anything for you, including punch you in the face

Majora’s Mask: youre edgy and/or very sad

Skyward Sword: you’re really, Really gay

Phantom Hourglass: youre gay for linebeck probably

Spirit Tracks: you really like trains and being tossed around by strong girls

Oracle of Seasons: youre a pumpkin spice hipster

Oracle of Ages: youre a vintage hipster

Tingle’s Rosy Rupeeland: you are a strange, horrifying creature with no corporeal form

Breath of the Wild: you astral project every day

Link’s Crossbow Training: you play fpses online and tell people you **** their mom

reblogged from telnaga

welp I'm a wind waker but irl I don't wear pajamas all day, just really comfortable clothes 

fyi i censored it a bit and spirit tracks-*insert asdf movie trains kid here* 

#windwaker #pajamas 

A lost young lady falls asleep on your doorstep...

She has no strength to even crawl to the door and knock on it. 

Hasn't eaten in days...

Her cerulean hair looks faded

Like old jeans. 

She's like the little match girl in the lesser known fairytales.

A steel arm hangs limp from her left shoulder. 

A strange and ominous thing. 

Her eyelids close over sapphire irises...

One with an ancient rune etched on a background of satin blue. 

A navy fedora slips off her tousled hair, sitting on the stone. 

She has never felt the caring touch of a mother. 

Only the cold steel of tools cutting into her flesh, inscribing, installing...

Just a lab rat. 

Right?