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boysofhyrule · 4 months

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Awkward family reunion

Malon and Link where peacefully relaxing in their home on Lon Lon ranch when their daughter Navi burst through the door

Navi: MAMA! Papa! Auntie Tatl is here! And she brought a friend!

Malon: Really? That’s unusual. I can’t think of anyone who could stand her attitude-

Both Her daughter and husband give her a flat look

Malon: hehe, I mean she just has a very strong personality about things, I’ll make some tea

Link: I’m sure whoever they are is certain-

???: Hey! Listen! Tatl there is something I really need to tell you before we go in.

Link face drops into one of disbelief

Malon: Fairy boy you ok?

Link: yeah it just sounded like-

Tatl bust through the shutter window like it was the front door

Tatl: GUESS who’s here!

Navi: Auntie Tatl Auntie Tatl!

Tatl: If it isn’t my favorite rug rat she goes and hugs her face and gives her a nuggie

Malon: I see you are still using windows?

Tatl: Yeah yeah, But the door is sooooo heavy, it’s not like I have those big burly farmer arms, just these small pedicured flawless ones

Malon: Well it comes with the know how of a hard days work Tatl, not that you would know anything about-

Link trying to break the tension: Hey Tatl how are you doing?

Tatl: Pretty well! Skull kid found a new forest to explore, which leads me to my next thing! I have someone I’d like you to meet!

A blue fairy slowly flutters, not out of shyness but of guilt

Tatl: This lovely lady is-

Link: Navi?

Malon: *Gasp* oh my! she puts a hand to her mouth and pulls their daughter over to her with the other

Navi: yes papa?

Link: No not you sweetheart

Navi:H-hey Link, it’s been a long time

Tatl: Wait? Babe you know old Dinky over there?

Navi: Yes that’s what I wanted to talk about but I wasn’t sure till we reached the farm, to tell you-

Tatl: Woah woah woah, Wait wait wait your THE Navi? As in-

Link: Yes, she is the one and the same

Navi: Mama is that the fairy I’m named afterthat papa talks about when it’s bedtime?

Malon: Yes dear but right now isn’t the best time to-

Navi: *gasp* SHE SO PRETTY!

She runs over to the blue fairy before Malon can stop her

Navi: Papa talks about you all the time about your adventures! Is it true that you went with him inside Jabu Jabu to save auntie Ruto?

Navi: ummmm yes? It was one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen, done or smelled. Your fathers tunic reeked for a weeks after

Tatl floats over to Link and Malon while the Navi’s talked

Tatl: I’m so so sorry I just thought it was a common name I didn’t put two and two together, then we went on dates and it just-

Malon: Tatl look we can-

Tatl: No! I know you think I’m a annoying, impolite, impulsive, but she made me so happy that I wanted to introduce-

Malon: I mean your not wrong but look

She points to link as he smiles and tears run down his eye

Link: N-Navi? Is it really you?

Navi: Yes and I’m so sorry I left I know I can’t begin to expl-

Link brings her in for a hug

Link: We can talk about that later I’m just happy I can finally see you again!

Navi: Me too, sorry it took so long she hugs him back

#linked universe #incorrect quotes #loz #legend of zelda #link #Navi x Tatl #oot #zelda #malon ocarina of time #lu malon #time linked universe #navi oot #Tatl mm #malon x time #Navi jr #ocarina of time #legend of zelda ocarina #lon lon ranch

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ifgosling · 2 months

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𝙸. ┄─ Toro Rosso, Carlos Sainz moodboard﹒🏎️

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id-f87 · 1 year

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PATCH HIKARI IN THE REAL I NEVER THOUGHT WED GET TO SEE HIM EVER OH MY GOD.....

#IM LOSING IT #i think he has pink brown hair btw #megaman jr is a shit name for a navi i think its X.exe #he calls him xexe (zeezee)#thats hc tho #I CANT VELEVE HES REAL #megaman battle network #mmbn #lan hikari #patch hikari

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montyjeffrey · 2 years

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Allen R. Schindler Jr. was a 22-year-old American Radioman Petty Officer Third Class in the United States Navy who was murdered 30 years ago today on Navy Day while on shore leave in Sasebo, Japan, by his fellow shipmates, who were provoked only by the knowledge of his homosexuality.

Allen R. Schindler Jr. was born on December 13, 1969, in Chicago Heights, Cook County, Illinois, to Dorothy Hajdys-Clausen and Allen Schindler Sr. Allen was the third of four children, and his family was three generations Navy. His grandfather served in WWII and his stepfather in Vietnam; following in their footsteps, Allen enlisted while still in junior high at Bloom High School. After graduation, he shipped out and left Chicago Heights for the first time to serve his country.

Allen was in the Navy for four years. He served on the USS San Jose, the USS Midway, and was serving on the USS Belleau Wood at the time of his death. The USS Midway was Allen’s dream assignment. He described the 11 months he spent on the aircraft carrier as his happiest days in the Navy. The Midway was a relatively tolerant ship where Allen didn’t feel the need to hide being gay.

On the Midway, he saw action in Operation Desert Storm and received a patch for his involvement in the campaign. Allen even extended his four-year tour so he could ride the last voyage of Midway before its decommission and got his own memento — a tattoo of Midway on his arm.

In December 1991, Allen was transferred to the USS Belleau Wood, and the harassment began almost immediately. According to reports, the Belleau Wood gained a reputation for being "the worst ship of all" when it came to homophobia and violence, where there was open hostility towards gay shipmates amongst the 950-plus crew. Newcomers Terry M. Helvey and Charles E. Vins were part of a group on board the ship that routinely harassed shipmates suspected of being gay. Helvey threatened gay shipmates that if they didn’t get out of the military soon, he and his gang were going to personally do something about it, and he continued to harass Allen whenever he could. Allen’s shipmate and friend, Keith Sims, reported Helvey and Vins to the ship’s legal officer, Captain Bernard Meyer, but nothing was done. Instead, Meyer probed into Sims’ sex life. When shipmate Richard Eastman reported being attacked the night before Allen was killed, Meyer took no action to stop the harassment and also probed into his sex life.

Allen was punched, pushed against walls, and repeatedly called homophobic slurs. He told his uncle that sailors had attacked him. Homophobic notes and graffiti were left on his bunk. Sims said they would deliberately spill hot soup on him. When Allen complained to his superiors in March and April of 1992 that his locker was vandalized and he had received multiple death threats, little was done in response. Instead, Douglas J. Bradt, the Belleau Wood Captain, ordered him to attend Alcoholics Anonymous, despite Allen not being an alcoholic.

Allen’s complaints continued to go unanswered. By September, he had reached his breaking point and requested to see the captain, but his request was denied. While operating the radio, Allen transmitted an unauthorized statement, "2-Q-T-2-B-S-T-R-8," which read: "Too Cute To Be Straight." The message was heard by much of the Pacific Fleet. Allen described the defiant message in his journal as his way of letting out his "true colors."

On September 24, Allen went to see the Belleau Wood Executive Officer, where he formally declared he was gay and requested an administrative discharge and transfer. Allen told the XO, "If you can’t be yourself, then who are you?" The XO agreed but told Allen he still had to take what was coming to him. Allen also informed Captain Bradt and Captain Meyer. He was told the processing of his discharge would take two weeks, but his superiors insisted he remain on the ship until then. Although Allen knew his safety was at risk, he obeyed orders.

On September 25, Allen was called to appear at a captain’s mast to deal with his unauthorized radio message. He had requested that the hearing be closed for confidentiality, but Captain Bradt disregarded his request and opened the mast to 200–300 crewmen in attendance. Allen made no admission of his homosexuality at the mast. Some shipmates took it as an invitation to harass him with impunity. Allen’s rank was reduced from RM1 to RM3, and he was punished with a 30 day restriction to the ship.

As word of his sexual orientation spread quickly throughout the Belleau Wood, Allen’s friends began to avoid him. Allen confided in his ex-boyfriend, Navy veteran Jim Jennings, how increasingly difficult it was becoming for him to avoid confrontation. On October 2, he wrote in his journal: "More people are finding out about me. lt scares me a little. You never know who would want to injure or cease my existence."

Straight sailors who knew Allen and were concerned for his welfare introduced him to a trio of gay entertainers working near Sasebo; one of the entertainers, Eric Underwood, said Allen told him "people harassed him 24 hours a day" and that he had such a hard time going back to that environment that he had to coax him to the door. When the Belleau Wood was getting ready to leave Sasebo, Allen was reluctant to leave Eric’s room and was trying to stretch out the goodbyes. The next night, he was dead. Entertainer Valan Cain had gone to the public restroom where Allen was slain and found blood all over the walls and inside the urinals. By the next day, someone had left a bouquet of flowers on the floor. "You could see blood streaks almost to the top of the roof," Cain said. Many servicemen interviewed afterward expressed revulsion at the attack. One serviceman remarked, "Whoever did that should hang."

On the morning of October 27, 1992, Allen called his mother and told her he was coming home for Christmas. It would be the last time he would ever speak to her again. Just before midnight, Allen’s mutilated, disfigured body was found sprawled out on a public restroom floor.

Terry M. Helvey and Charles E. Vins stalked and followed Allen into the public restroom, where they ambushed him, then savagely, sadistically, and brutally beat and stomped him to death until he was unrecognizable. His mother could only identify him by the tattoo of Midway on his arm. Every organ in Allen’s body was destroyed. His face and head were caved in, and he had shoe prints imbedded into his face and chest. The pathologist who performed the autopsy on Allen said it was the worst case he’d ever seen in his whole career, even worse than a case of a man trampled to death by a horse, and compared the damage done to Allen’s body to that of a high-speed car crash or a low-speed airplane accident.

Captain Bradt, who tried to keep the murder quiet and had threatened Allen’s shipmates, was sent to shore leave in Florida. For testifying against Helvey, Vins was given a four-month sentence, of which he only served 78 days. Helvey was given a life sentence, but since 2002, he has been eligible for parole. He was denied parole on March 7, 2022.

Allen Schindler’s case became synonymous with the debate concerning LGB members of the military that had been brewing in the United States, culminating in the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy. Allen’s mother, Dorothy Hajdys-Clausen, after learning the truth about her son’s death and the Navy’s subsequent coverup, became one of the most outspoken and sought-after advocates for gay rights to serve openly in the military. In 2011, the DADT policy was repealed, allowing LGB servicemen and women to serve openly in the military for the first time.

Allen Schindler loved the Navy and was a proud sailor who volunteered to fight for his country — to lay down his life if he had to. He didn’t sign up to die to advance gay rights, but that is ultimately what happened. It was brave of him to come out when he did in the environment that he did, and he died because of it. He was a hero.

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navy-leader · 1 year

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Family pictore

#navy arts #khonjin house #khonjin igiul jr iii #gilmore igiul #khonjins grandma #my ipad died last night while trying to post this

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theangrypomeranian · 9 months

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She was right, of course. But the idea of her going through this alone made him want to curl up and cry. Tina was already so sensitive and she seemed so fragile right now. She needed someone to help her, to care for her while Zeke was away and make sure that she and the baby were okay. There’s only one solution he can come up with. “Okay.” He turns to her with a nod. “Then I’ll go with you.” "What?" "I'll go with you back to Georgia. Jimmy Jr. learns that his best friends are expecting a baby. The problem? Zeke is being sent away by the Navy for the rest of the pregnancy. The solution? Jimmy Jr. coming to live with Tina to take care of her while her husband is gone. Part of Tinimmy Week 2023.

#tinimmy week 23 #tinimmyweek23 #tina/jj brotp #married zekina #tina belcher #jimmy pesto jr #jimmy jr #zeke tisdale #bb fic #sally writes bb fic #navy au #zekina

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g4zdtechtv · 18 days

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ltwilliammowett · 2 years

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James Duncan Graham, Jr. (1841-1900) in his american acting Midshipman uniform, daguerreotype, 1857

#naval art #james duncan graham jr.#midshipman #midshipman monday #american navy #1857 #age of sail

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browsethestacks · 2 years

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Fawcett Comics Says... Buy One Of These War Stamps Today!

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araiz-zaria · 2 years

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#i said what i said 🤷🏽#not art #history memes #sort of #american history #willis augustus lee jr #ching lee #samuel phillips lee #us navy #nothing of significance ofc 😅

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better-than-one · 5 months

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The Master Sword...

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#*you lay eyes upon the Master Sword. and... if you are Navi Jr. Snowflake. or Goldie. roll for perception!*#rowan ryd #link l. wendell #long awaited reunions

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rbbaileyjr · 5 months

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Box Breathing...

Have you heard of box breathing? I read that not only do US Navy Seals do it daily, but many have tried it. I cannot attest to it’s benefits, but unless you have breathing problems or a lung disease that prohibits you from SAFELY trying it…why not? Post a comment below, how it worked for you!!

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#box breathing #R.B.Bailey Jr International Media #relaxation #Sunnybrook hospital #us navy seals #Youtube

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ifgosling · 2 months

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𝙸. ┄─ Toro Rosso, Carlos Sainz moodboard﹒🏎️

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farlydatau · 1 year

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Nasty Nestor Diamond Pendant Necklace Vector Art T-Shirt Nestor Cortes Jr Portrait T Shirt New York Baseball Gift Unisex Corte Jr Fan Tee

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profamer · 2 years

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Chief Machinist's Mate Francis E. Ormsbee, Jr., Navy: near the Naval Air Station, Pensacola, Florida

Chief Machinist’s Mate Francis E. Ormsbee, Jr., Navy: near the Naval Air Station, Pensacola, Florida

Name: Francis E. Ormsbee, Jr. Rank: Chief Machinist’s Mate Branch of Service: Navy Place of Action: near the Naval Air Station, Pensacola, Florida Date of Action: Sep 25, 1918 Rescued the gunner of a downed plane, tried unsuccessfully to rescue the pilot

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#Francis E. Ormsbee #Jr.#Medal of Honor #Navy

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octuscle · 3 months

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Now open under new management (remake)

Edward Parker III rolled down the car window a crack. Peter, his driver, had switched off the air conditioning to save fuel. The fuel gauge was practically at 0.00. Here, in the middle of nowhere, they had no mobile network. The last Google message said that a petrol station would appear at some point. And Peter claimed that it should open in five minutes. Open from 10:40 am. Strange opening times. Edward's stomach grumbled. Something had gone wrong at breakfast. The car desperately needed a gas pump. And he needed a toilet just as badly. Then, like an oasis in the desert, a building appeared in the middle of endless cornfields and pastures full of stupidly staring cattle. It was 10:39:50 a.m. when Peter steered the car into the dusty gas station with the last drop of gas. At 10:40 sharp, Edward yanked open the car door and jumped out. And the moment his spotless Oxfords touched the ground, the neon sign flashed. Open!

Edward ran towards the little store where the neon sign was shining. He was far too intent on not wetting his pants to notice the leather soles of his shoes turning into a firm rubber tread. When he pushed the door handle down, he got something like an electric shock. He didn't care. The store was empty. His palm became calloused. His fingernails were black. There was a door at the back labeled "Private". Hopefully there was a toilet there. Thank God the door was open. And thank God there was a toilet. In the middle of a room full of tools, car tires and packages. It stank miserably. But Edward didn't care at all. He had already undone his belt while running, unzipped his trousers, pulled them down and dropped onto the dirty toilet seat at the last moment. And he had to shit like never before in his life. The stench was overwhelming. But the relief was immense. Edward finally relaxed again. But only for a second. Then his eyes fell on the dirty biker boots. They contained a pair of completely filthy jeans, pulled down as far as they would go. And what was even more irritating: his right hand was the hand of a construction worker, the sleeve of his shirt had disappeared. And the fabric of the right sleeve of his jacket was also coming undone. And on his chest and back, the color changed from a navy blue to a washed-out red. What the hell was going on here?

Even greater than the panic was the disgust at the stench. His left hand, still freshly manicured, reached for the toilet flush. And again he was hit by an electric shock. Panicked, he watched as his fingernails became dirty and his hand calloused. Edward's gaze fell between his legs. That wasn't his circumcised, shaved penis. That was a cheesy, hairy cock. Much bigger than it normally was. Edward had to get out of here! He hastily wiped his ass. A tight, hairy ass, sitting there on a familiar toilet seat. A man needs a good place to shit. Hehehe, this was a good place to shit. Stumbling, Edward stood up, his head spinning. He looked in the mirror. That was still his head. But the rest of him? His stiff white collar and tie knot vanished into thin air, revealing a well-toned chest. The last remnants of the finest navy blue wool on his upper left arm disappeared, and the transformation of his jacket into a washed-out and worn-out tank top was complete. I look like a fucking hillbilly, were his last thoughts before he grew a scruffy three-day fuzzy beard. His $100 haircut became a home-cut mullet. Damn, the greasy hair hadn't been washed in a while.

Loud honking from outside. "Damn, I've taken a shit! Can't you wait?" Edward shouted. He wiped his hands on the dirty cloth stuck in his pants. Washing hands was for sissies in the city. He entered the yard of his gas station.

Hehehe, he knew the dirty truck that was parked there at the gas pump. "Pete's services of all kinds" was written on the door. And Pete Jr. was hanging in the cab with a visible bulge. "Eddy, don't you always promise the best service at your gas station?" said Pete with a grin. Ed spat out the chewing tobacco and licked his lips. "Go ahead, gas station attendant. The belt buckle won't undo itself!"

Full service and guaranteed customer satisfaction. That's what Ed's gas station was famous for.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #muscle transformation #redneck tf #age reduction #white to blue collar tf #ai image #mullet

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