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I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket.               The end of the story of  B a t m a n  is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, t h e   B a t m a n  d i e s.W h a t        e l s e       a m       I       g o i n g      t o      d o?  Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. I t  c a n ’ t.


I fight until I drop. And I will drop. But until then, I  f i g h t.

I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket.               The end of the story of  B a t m a n  is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, t h e   B a t m a n  d i e s.W h a t        e l s e       a m       I       g o i n g      t o      d o?  Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. I t  c a n ’ t.


I fight until I drop. And I will drop. But until then, I  f i g h t.

I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket.               The end of the story of  B a t m a n  is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, t h e   B a t m a n  d i e s.W h a t        e l s e       a m       I       g o i n g      t o      d o?  Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. I t  c a n ’ t.


I fight until I drop. And I will drop. But until then, I  f i g h t.

I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket.               The end of the story of  B a t m a n  is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, t h e   B a t m a n  d i e s.W h a t        e l s e       a m       I       g o i n g      t o      d o?  Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. I t  c a n ’ t.


I fight until I drop. And I will drop. But until then, I  f i g h t.

I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket.               The end of the story of  B a t m a n  is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, t h e   B a t m a n  d i e s.W h a t        e l s e       a m       I       g o i n g      t o      d o?  Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. I t  c a n ’ t.


I fight until I drop. And I will drop. But until then, I  f i g h t.

I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket.               The end of the story of  B a t m a n  is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, t h e   B a t m a n  d i e s.W h a t        e l s e       a m       I       g o i n g      t o      d o?  Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. I t  c a n ’ t.


I fight until I drop. And I will drop. But until then, I  f i g h t.

I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket.               The end of the story of  B a t m a n  is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, t h e   B a t m a n  d i e s.W h a t        e l s e       a m       I       g o i n g      t o      d o?  Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. I t  c a n ’ t.


I fight until I drop. And I will drop. But until then, I  f i g h t.

I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket.               The end of the story of  B a t m a n  is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, t h e   B a t m a n  d i e s.W h a t        e l s e       a m       I       g o i n g      t o      d o?  Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. I t  c a n ’ t.


I fight until I drop. And I will drop. But until then, I  f i g h t.

I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket.               The end of the story of  B a t m a n  is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, t h e   B a t m a n  d i e s.W h a t        e l s e       a m       I       g o i n g      t o      d o?  Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. I t  c a n ’ t.


I fight until I drop. And I will drop. But until then, I  f i g h t.

I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket.               The end of the story of  B a t m a n  is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, t h e   B a t m a n  d i e s.W h a t        e l s e       a m       I       g o i n g      t o      d o?  Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. I t  c a n ’ t.


I fight until I drop. And I will drop. But until then, I  f i g h t.
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geekthegeek:

DBZ by angel5art
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theomeganerd:

The Legend of Zelda & Mario 64
by Vincent Bisschop
theomeganerd:

The Legend of Zelda & Mario 64
by Vincent Bisschop
theomeganerd:

The Legend of Zelda & Mario 64
by Vincent Bisschop
theomeganerd:

The Legend of Zelda & Mario 64
by Vincent Bisschop
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sarahj-art:

Okay, I admit to laughing while making this one.
By Sarah Johnson [tumblr | website | store]
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thefemaletyrant:

I can never not reblog this.
"What is this pink person? It doesn’t have skin"
thefemaletyrant:

I can never not reblog this.
"What is this pink person? It doesn’t have skin"
thefemaletyrant:

I can never not reblog this.
"What is this pink person? It doesn’t have skin"
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insanelygaming:

I’m Not Zelda
Created by Karla Becerra