Surfin' Sheikah
So quiet of late in here. (It's also very obvious that I haven't posted anything in a while because the LJ posting layout has changed yet again.) In any case, I have finally been moved to share with you a thought that often crosses my mind when I commute to work in the morning.
Living in Southern California and having a drive that takes me within blocks of the beach, my eyes are often regaled with the sight of hot men (and not so hot men) stripping out of their wetsuits after a morning surf. Or they could be walking the street, board in hand and wetsuit clinging to their bodies, heading to wherever it is they live or parked their car. And each time I see them I find myself imagining what Sheik must've looked like wandering around Hyrule in get-up that could evoke many of the same reactions a wetsuit does.
This line of thought was particularly driven home when a decidedly in-shape guy was stripping out of his westuit the other day. A young man with bleached blond hair in a predominantly blue suit that looks something like this (except a male version). I had to remind myself to keep my eyes on the road and stop turning around to look at the guy. The only thing that ruined it for me was that I could see his dark roots. Then again...who knows what's under that turban? ^_~
Living in Southern California and having a drive that takes me within blocks of the beach, my eyes are often regaled with the sight of hot men (and not so hot men) stripping out of their wetsuits after a morning surf. Or they could be walking the street, board in hand and wetsuit clinging to their bodies, heading to wherever it is they live or parked their car. And each time I see them I find myself imagining what Sheik must've looked like wandering around Hyrule in get-up that could evoke many of the same reactions a wetsuit does.
This line of thought was particularly driven home when a decidedly in-shape guy was stripping out of his westuit the other day. A young man with bleached blond hair in a predominantly blue suit that looks something like this (except a male version). I had to remind myself to keep my eyes on the road and stop turning around to look at the guy. The only thing that ruined it for me was that I could see his dark roots. Then again...who knows what's under that turban? ^_~
