Zelda was just about to open the doors to her chambers when she heard a loud crash, the sound so destructive and filled with the painful ping of broken glass that she burst into her room.
The calm and collected royal advisor was standing in the middle of Zelda’s chambers with her hands held in front her, with an expression trying its very hardest to evoke nonchalance and innocence.
“How was the meeting?” She asked, yet Zelda’s lips were still popped open in shock. Her vanity had crashed face-down onto the ground, shards of the mirror strewn every which way and some of her belongings tossed haphazardly, her hairbrush, a pearl necklace, a cameo.
It wasn’t just the vanity, either, the blanket and the sheets on her bed were terribly mussed, some books had escaped her bookshelf, and the flower pot she had in the corner was knocked over, the pottery cracked and spilling out dirt.
“Okay, okay,” Impa said when Zelda didn’t reply. “But Terrako doesn’t listen to me. I tried to clean him like you wanted me to but he kept squirming out of my arms. He ran into the bookshelf, he ran across the bed…I accidentally fell on the flower pot trying to chase him.”
“Where is he now?” Zelda said.
“Hiding from me,” Impa replied as she started to clean up. “I honestly think he would have been better behaved without me as a babysitter.”
“You did try to tell me that,” Zelda said. “What about the vanity?”
“The what?” Impa asked. She was crouched on the floor picking up the shards of glass. She would have to do better than that to evade the question.
Zelda scoffed and approached gesturing towards the mess, the vanity that had been built for her grandmother.
“The vanity?” Zelda asked again. “This…mess?”
Impa looked up.
“Oh right,” she said. “Well um…I’ve been trying to find him before you returned but when I looked under the vanity I bumped my head and it kind of…fell…”
Zelda’s fingers danced from the bridge of her nose to splay around her forehead. Pretty soon they wiggled against her lips as she thought.
“I don’t suppose I can twist his gears any certain way to make him like you, Impa,” Zelda said.
Zelda began to hum the lullaby that her mother once sang to her, but only the first eight notes. It was almost immediately after that Terrako responded with the last eight, scuttling out with his skulltula-like legs and a brightly pulsing blue eye. Although to some, Terrako was only an expressionless robot, Terrako absolutely radiated with a feigned innocence as Zelda crouched down with a stern expression.
“Nuh uh,” Zelda said, shaking her head. “You won’t get away with the innocent act. Apologize to Impa.”
Terrako looked from Impa and back to Zelda.
“Terrako,” Zelda said sternly, as if to prompt him.
He walked backwards a bit, before looking at Impa, who stopped cleaning to rest her arm on her knee and look at Terrako. Three obviously apologetic beeps followed, Terrako retuning his gaze to Zelda for approval.
“Very good,” Zelda said. She couldn’t help but smile and she took her hand and pet the hard surface of the egg-like contraption. “Are you ready for me to clean you now?”
Terrako nodded excitedly.
“Okay,” Zelda said, before holding up a single finger. “But first there’s one more thing to do.”
Terrako liked being cleaned, and so he eagerly stepped forward waiting for the contingency.
“We have to apologize the King for breaking his mother’s vanity.”
Terrako stood frozen for a moment. Zelda wondered if he heard her but it was soon evident that he did, because he rushed out of the room via the balcony, thinking he was escaping from his obligation to face the King.
Zelda’s expression sank in disappointment.
“Sheikah tech wasn’t exactly built to be house-broken,” Impa said. “I think you are doing a great job so far. He did apologize to me after all, he’s never done that before.”
“I suppose,” Zelda said with a sigh, standing up to find where in the castle Terrako had decided to hide this time.
GOP claims that they’re in fear for their lives to vote to impeach trump because of threats from their base. They’re afraid of the same people they incite when it’s time to gas immigrants, bomb the Middle East, or deny healthcare to people. The GOP needs to be destroyed.
So whenever y'all are done crying and are ready to get back up and keep going:
Nobody is going to save us except for us.
Companies won't stop making plastic as long as someone is buying
Ag farming will continue to be destructive as long as it's supported, start growing local and buying from local farmers instead if you can (some will even deliver to your door)
Corporations won't stop laying oil pipelines unless we start Immediately demanding ALL infrastructure to switch to resuable/sustainable energy. (cars, businesses, government buildings, private homes, etc)
Profits will always come before people as long we keep accepting "it's too expensive" & "it's too complicated to fix" as excuses for pausing progress
The best way to make a difference is by starting in your own community. Ex: Clean up your local parks & rivers, garden with plants native to your area to help (& bring back) your local pollinators & ecosystems
Look at your local native community and back their movements. For example the local tribe here is the Umatilla and they're trying to get the dam removed as it's affected the salmon runs which has negatively impacted the salmon, the Umatilla people, and the local fauna that have relied on a free running river for millenia.
Settling for less is unacceptable. Our futures are not to bargained with.
Caring about your survival is not an extremist belief, do not be gaslit into believing it is. Do not be gaslit into believing better isn't possible.
Caring about your future is not radical. Caring about the planet is not radical. Caring about natural disasters is not radical.
This is us trying to meet our most basic needs for survival: a healthy planet that isn't trying to kill us.
All of these needs have to be normalized even in social circles, not just in political circles. Talk about it in friend groups. Bring it up on posts about climate change, bring it up with influencers/celebs/orgs/politicians who pride themselves on #GoingGreen & #ZeroWaste. Argue for these points when someone starts to settle for less. We can not continue settling.
Things will get better and can be better if we just put in the work for it, I promise
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez has criticised the Democratic party for incompetence in a no-holds-barred, post-election interview with the New York Times, warning that if the Biden administration does not put progressives in top positions, the party would lose big in the 2022 midterm elections.
“If I lost my election, and I went out and I said: ‘This is moderates’ fault. This is because you didn’t let us have a floor vote on Medicare for all.’ And they opened the hood on my campaign, and they found that I only spent $5,000 on TV ads the week before the election?” Ocasio-Cortez said. “They would laugh. And that’s what they look like right now trying to blame the Movement for Black Lives for their loss.”
Grassroots activism that produced large turnout in Detroit, Philadelphia and Georgia was crucial to Biden’s win, and if the Democratic party fails to recognise that and incorporate the grassroots, the party disintegrates at the ballot box, Ocasio-Cortez said.