#Finding Refreshment

[bulgariabalkan]

Finding Refreshment

We reached a small brook in a shady valley, where the water made a pleasant sound, inviting us to drink. We drank deeply and rested. After the hot, tiring journey across the mountains, it was nice to relax and loosen our belts. The captain, my guide, and I lay back, enjoying the moment. The Turkish soldiers walked their horses under the trees, gently patting them and talking to them before letting them drink. Then, they tied the horses to nearby branches, sat down, and rolled cigarettes for each other to share. They also rested in the shade, enjoying a well-deserved break after their long ride Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.

The Young Turkish Soldier

One Turkish soldier caught my attention. He looked strong and fair, almost like an Englishman. He could have been mistaken for a British soldier, except for the fact that he only spoke Turkish and wore the red fez. Later, he became my servant during the journey through Albania. Even though we couldn’t communicate easily, he was quick to understand what I needed. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had an excellent horse. The bond between the soldier and his horse was strong. Whenever they stopped, the soldier would stay close to his horse, petting it and talking to it.

A Quiet Moment

In the calm afternoon, my Turkish “Tommy” quietly walked away from the group and followed the brook. He came to a patch of green grass, and I watched him curiously. He took out a small piece of cloth from his jacket, about the size of a handkerchief, and carefully washed it. At first, I thought he was just cleaning something. But then he took off his riding boots and washed his feet. He was very careful with the cloth and made sure it was clean, spreading it on the green grass.

[bulgariafestivals]

Finding Refreshment

We reached a small brook in a shady valley, where the water made a pleasant sound, inviting us to drink. We drank deeply and rested. After the hot, tiring journey across the mountains, it was nice to relax and loosen our belts. The captain, my guide, and I lay back, enjoying the moment. The Turkish soldiers walked their horses under the trees, gently patting them and talking to them before letting them drink. Then, they tied the horses to nearby branches, sat down, and rolled cigarettes for each other to share. They also rested in the shade, enjoying a well-deserved break after their long ride Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.

The Young Turkish Soldier

One Turkish soldier caught my attention. He looked strong and fair, almost like an Englishman. He could have been mistaken for a British soldier, except for the fact that he only spoke Turkish and wore the red fez. Later, he became my servant during the journey through Albania. Even though we couldn’t communicate easily, he was quick to understand what I needed. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had an excellent horse. The bond between the soldier and his horse was strong. Whenever they stopped, the soldier would stay close to his horse, petting it and talking to it.

A Quiet Moment

In the calm afternoon, my Turkish “Tommy” quietly walked away from the group and followed the brook. He came to a patch of green grass, and I watched him curiously. He took out a small piece of cloth from his jacket, about the size of a handkerchief, and carefully washed it. At first, I thought he was just cleaning something. But then he took off his riding boots and washed his feet. He was very careful with the cloth and made sure it was clean, spreading it on the green grass.

[bgbisera]

Finding Refreshment

We reached a small brook in a shady valley, where the water made a pleasant sound, inviting us to drink. We drank deeply and rested. After the hot, tiring journey across the mountains, it was nice to relax and loosen our belts. The captain, my guide, and I lay back, enjoying the moment. The Turkish soldiers walked their horses under the trees, gently patting them and talking to them before letting them drink. Then, they tied the horses to nearby branches, sat down, and rolled cigarettes for each other to share. They also rested in the shade, enjoying a well-deserved break after their long ride Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.

The Young Turkish Soldier

One Turkish soldier caught my attention. He looked strong and fair, almost like an Englishman. He could have been mistaken for a British soldier, except for the fact that he only spoke Turkish and wore the red fez. Later, he became my servant during the journey through Albania. Even though we couldn’t communicate easily, he was quick to understand what I needed. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had an excellent horse. The bond between the soldier and his horse was strong. Whenever they stopped, the soldier would stay close to his horse, petting it and talking to it.

A Quiet Moment

In the calm afternoon, my Turkish “Tommy” quietly walked away from the group and followed the brook. He came to a patch of green grass, and I watched him curiously. He took out a small piece of cloth from his jacket, about the size of a handkerchief, and carefully washed it. At first, I thought he was just cleaning something. But then he took off his riding boots and washed his feet. He was very careful with the cloth and made sure it was clean, spreading it on the green grass.

[bulgariahelp]

Finding Refreshment

We reached a small brook in a shady valley, where the water made a pleasant sound, inviting us to drink. We drank deeply and rested. After the hot, tiring journey across the mountains, it was nice to relax and loosen our belts. The captain, my guide, and I lay back, enjoying the moment. The Turkish soldiers walked their horses under the trees, gently patting them and talking to them before letting them drink. Then, they tied the horses to nearby branches, sat down, and rolled cigarettes for each other to share. They also rested in the shade, enjoying a well-deserved break after their long ride Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.

The Young Turkish Soldier

One Turkish soldier caught my attention. He looked strong and fair, almost like an Englishman. He could have been mistaken for a British soldier, except for the fact that he only spoke Turkish and wore the red fez. Later, he became my servant during the journey through Albania. Even though we couldn’t communicate easily, he was quick to understand what I needed. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had an excellent horse. The bond between the soldier and his horse was strong. Whenever they stopped, the soldier would stay close to his horse, petting it and talking to it.

A Quiet Moment

In the calm afternoon, my Turkish “Tommy” quietly walked away from the group and followed the brook. He came to a patch of green grass, and I watched him curiously. He took out a small piece of cloth from his jacket, about the size of a handkerchief, and carefully washed it. At first, I thought he was just cleaning something. But then he took off his riding boots and washed his feet. He was very careful with the cloth and made sure it was clean, spreading it on the green grass.

[bulbulgaria]

Finding Refreshment

We reached a small brook in a shady valley, where the water made a pleasant sound, inviting us to drink. We drank deeply and rested. After the hot, tiring journey across the mountains, it was nice to relax and loosen our belts. The captain, my guide, and I lay back, enjoying the moment. The Turkish soldiers walked their horses under the trees, gently patting them and talking to them before letting them drink. Then, they tied the horses to nearby branches, sat down, and rolled cigarettes for each other to share. They also rested in the shade, enjoying a well-deserved break after their long ride Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.

The Young Turkish Soldier

One Turkish soldier caught my attention. He looked strong and fair, almost like an Englishman. He could have been mistaken for a British soldier, except for the fact that he only spoke Turkish and wore the red fez. Later, he became my servant during the journey through Albania. Even though we couldn’t communicate easily, he was quick to understand what I needed. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had an excellent horse. The bond between the soldier and his horse was strong. Whenever they stopped, the soldier would stay close to his horse, petting it and talking to it.

A Quiet Moment

In the calm afternoon, my Turkish “Tommy” quietly walked away from the group and followed the brook. He came to a patch of green grass, and I watched him curiously. He took out a small piece of cloth from his jacket, about the size of a handkerchief, and carefully washed it. At first, I thought he was just cleaning something. But then he took off his riding boots and washed his feet. He was very careful with the cloth and made sure it was clean, spreading it on the green grass.

[bulgariamelnik]

Finding Refreshment

We reached a small brook in a shady valley, where the water made a pleasant sound, inviting us to drink. We drank deeply and rested. After the hot, tiring journey across the mountains, it was nice to relax and loosen our belts. The captain, my guide, and I lay back, enjoying the moment. The Turkish soldiers walked their horses under the trees, gently patting them and talking to them before letting them drink. Then, they tied the horses to nearby branches, sat down, and rolled cigarettes for each other to share. They also rested in the shade, enjoying a well-deserved break after their long ride Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.

The Young Turkish Soldier

One Turkish soldier caught my attention. He looked strong and fair, almost like an Englishman. He could have been mistaken for a British soldier, except for the fact that he only spoke Turkish and wore the red fez. Later, he became my servant during the journey through Albania. Even though we couldn’t communicate easily, he was quick to understand what I needed. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had an excellent horse. The bond between the soldier and his horse was strong. Whenever they stopped, the soldier would stay close to his horse, petting it and talking to it.

A Quiet Moment

In the calm afternoon, my Turkish “Tommy” quietly walked away from the group and followed the brook. He came to a patch of green grass, and I watched him curiously. He took out a small piece of cloth from his jacket, about the size of a handkerchief, and carefully washed it. At first, I thought he was just cleaning something. But then he took off his riding boots and washed his feet. He was very careful with the cloth and made sure it was clean, spreading it on the green grass.

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Finding Refreshment

We reached a small brook in a shady valley, where the water made a pleasant sound, inviting us to drink. We drank deeply and rested. After the hot, tiring journey across the mountains, it was nice to relax and loosen our belts. The captain, my guide, and I lay back, enjoying the moment. The Turkish soldiers walked their horses under the trees, gently patting them and talking to them before letting them drink. Then, they tied the horses to nearby branches, sat down, and rolled cigarettes for each other to share. They also rested in the shade, enjoying a well-deserved break after their long ride Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.

The Young Turkish Soldier

One Turkish soldier caught my attention. He looked strong and fair, almost like an Englishman. He could have been mistaken for a British soldier, except for the fact that he only spoke Turkish and wore the red fez. Later, he became my servant during the journey through Albania. Even though we couldn’t communicate easily, he was quick to understand what I needed. The first thing I noticed about him was that he had an excellent horse. The bond between the soldier and his horse was strong. Whenever they stopped, the soldier would stay close to his horse, petting it and talking to it.

A Quiet Moment

In the calm afternoon, my Turkish “Tommy” quietly walked away from the group and followed the brook. He came to a patch of green grass, and I watched him curiously. He took out a small piece of cloth from his jacket, about the size of a handkerchief, and carefully washed it. At first, I thought he was just cleaning something. But then he took off his riding boots and washed his feet. He was very careful with the cloth and made sure it was clean, spreading it on the green grass.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Daddy, don't go.

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if ur a murderbot nerd now do u have any fun opinions abt it yet?

Oh my goddd you have no idea

I really, really, really like Murderbot because it comes at life with this perspective we don't often see that is very real among people who have already been through traumatic experiences, who developed skills and abilities to suvive that were once useful but no longer have context- that search that traumatized people go through to recalibrate and reorient ourselves in a world where we no longer really need those things to survive.

A bit personal here, but my own issues personally involved a lot of psychological abuse that made it difficult to trust my own perceptions of reality, and as a result I found I was very easy to lie to and manipulate.

To handle this, I became obsessive over writing things down, cataloging details and making notes of things as they happened- I'd carry recording devices and make audio recordings and stay up late at night to transcribe what they'd picked up, read those over and over again to reassure myself of things I wasn't certain about.

While doing this, there were others close to me that I felt responsible for, who I had to protect from others and protect myself from at the same time. Life was about two things: Evidence, and defusing threats

Over time, I learned to trust myself as my memories matched what had been recorded where their narrative didn't, but I never really kicked the habit. Like Murderbot, I had added something to my own programming that reassured me I was safe, that I was in control of myself, that I couldn't be mistaken or crazy or broken or used.

I'm only on book two, but already I see myself in Murderbot again. No spoilers here, but when I left home- left that dangerous context- I didn't need to repeat these patterns to survive anymore, but I still did, because I didn't know anything else anymore. It felt safe, comfortable, knowing knowing that the past couldn't repeat itself, because I'd written that flaw- blind trust in myself-  out of my programming and replaced it with something else.

Still, though, I'd become something specially suited to thrive in a very specific environment. Nothing else felt right like followinghigh-risk situations, like witnessing and watching and recording and knowing I had proof of the truth where others might not.

People took notice. I wound up in security by accident, but's an environment that I thrive in due to the same patterns and behaviours I originally developed when I had no other choice. I climbed the ladder pretty quickly, once supervisors caught on that my reports were the most accurate, most objective, most factual, detail-oriented and timely. I keep others and myself safe and prioritize public safety above all else, and I perform well under pressure

Now I'm in a position where I often wonder, do I enjoy this job, or is it just what I'm good at? I have a set of skills now, but do I have the option of choosing not to use them? What would I be, if not this? Could I be anything else? Can Murderbot be anything else?

It has a set of skills that set it apart, make it different, special. It does what it knows best. But is it free? Does it want to be? What does it want? Does it have to do what it was built to do? What if it didn't?

I know what I'm good for. The idea of deliberately leaving what I'm good for for something uncertain, that I might hate, that I might be useless at- the choice to give up what was so important to me for so long and become deliberately obsolete?

Let go of my entire purpose? The only thing I know, that I fit so well into but don't actually know if I enjoy? Now that I can choose? Now that enjoyment is a luxury I can afford to consider?

Yeah, that resonates.

I like the Murderbot series so far because it feels the way I feel: Like the most significant and formative part of my story, the part where I became what I am, has already happened

And now I have to just. Keep going

Into... what?

It feels absurd. Like a microwave giving up on reheating food and deciding to start a life around abstract dance.

So, uh. Yeah. It's really very wild to see this same philosophical-ish dilemma I've been digging over in the back of my mind and in therapy for the last forever laid out so plainly in a genuinely exciting and enjoyable story like this. I feel much less alone, and I... kind of really need to see how it resolves, I think.

So, uh. Yeah. Read Murderbot, I guess

[titfairy]

Orm being all of us calling out Lada’s clownery 😭

[elbiotipo]

Project Zomboid is very effective at curbing the "Badass Lone Hero with a Cool Gun" kind of fantasy. Guns are a hinderance. They're loud and completely kill the stealth that is the base of the game, dozens of zombies swarm to you the moment you fire one. If you're an untrained person, reloading them is a hassle, even aiming is terrible (yes, I've played the 42 beta). They're heavy to carry (maybe too heavy) so they prevent you from carrying more vital stuff. Finding ammo is a pain, and this is set in the gun crazy US, I can't imagine how it must be in other countries. Even without all that, they're just very poor weapons, not every hit lands, they jam easily, you can't really use them with other weapons, you're ten times better using your bare hands.

The only way guns work in Project Zomboid is if you have an organized team behind you, covering while you reload, using tactics, etc. Otherwise, they're just a hassle. When I'm searching for loot and I find a cabinet full of guns, in any other game it would be cause for celebration, but in Zomboid I just groan, I'd much rather have found a screwdriver or a hammer, not even as weapons, as tools. (and if you really think about it, finding cabinets full of guns outside a police station or a military base is such an Usamerican thing)

The design choices that led to this are very interesting to me because it's a subversion of something that is prevalent not only in zombie media but in videogames in general: one Guy with a Gun can just mow down entire armies no problem. This is because most games featuring guns, despite all the customization options that border on fetishism (but that's something to be said about Usamerican gun culture that sees guns as fashion items), don't really show how guns are used, besides a token "press R to reload" button, all the difficulties are stripped away so the player can get to mow down as many enemies as possible. Understandable, for the sake of gameplay, perhaps, but I think that a game that shows just how difficult using guns in a stressful or post-apocalyptic situation, and in general, is an interesting subversion.

[mizgnomer]

The Rivals gang in their front-row seats at the 2025 TV BAFTA Awards Ceremony

[essektheylyss]

The thing that I love most about Downfall thus far (with the understanding that this may not hold when the pressure is really on, but that makes it even more delicious) is how every god wields so much conviction. And of course they do! Doubt is for mortals, who must rely on faith; the gods are faith incarnate, and have no room for doubt.

But at the same time, it's nothing akin to blind faith—it's the kind of ruthless certainty that the best paladins wield: that the path they have chosen, the domain they serve, guides their actions. It's this conviction that causes such a clash among them, even among the allied gods, even in this time of truce. It's this conviction that has led them each to believe that this threat must be addressed, but that same conviction means they each have strong and unyielding ideas of how to proceed from here.

They hold certainly in themselves and their domains, and, when their domains overlap, in their siblings. When their domains are at odds, however, there can be no reconciliation, and little room for compromise, because to act against their own domains is to act against their very nature and purpose.

This is what the planetars truly loathe—that they had purpose, and it has been stolen. This is what Aeor and the wizards of the Age of Arcanum—perhaps mortals as a whole—cannot comprehend, because their nature, purpose, and ultimately their goal is by design to be and become more than singular.

But the gods, for all they are bound to their domains, are not singular, and in fact most of them remember what it is to be infinite. They ruthlessly and unyieldingly manage the razor's edge of the complexities of their mission in Aeor. "No love in faltering." When the world is in chaos, the gods must act as they believe right without hesitation, because that is how they love.

More the pity that their allegiances, so split between mortals and each other, draw their paths ever closer back to blows. It will be interesting to find out if their convictions carry them there because of the fate of Aeor, or in spite of it.

[drooliesblog]

Luke and Grogu study drawings

[sapphoherselz]

love the foxes having their gasted flabbered bc of the "I asked" thing when in my heart I KNOW that neil was staring like this at andrew:

all that man heard was static noise mind empty no thoughts just "proper name, place name, back story stuff" celine dion singing i will always love you in the distance hearts shaped petals dropping from the ceiling like sure whatever you say prettyboy

[sarasade]

Since The Dragon Prince is ending (or at least the second arc is ending) in December I'll celebrate that by listing the funniest things I've witnessed in the fandom during these years:

-The Great Aaravos Thirst of 2019.

-Knowing The Thirst™ had been even greater if Tumblr wouldn't have banned porn just a year earlier.

-Aaravos' character designer being very happy with all the thirst posting.

-The Great Virst of 2019 that was balanced out by the people who thought Viren was a total troll.

-Rayla-Claudia-Callum love triangle speculations before s3.

-"Viren actually killed everyone, including Sarai and his ex-wife", speculations during s1-3.

-Aaravos Is A Good Person and a cinnamon roll -speculations.

-Fandom calling Ethari "The Tinker" before his name was revealed and also correctly predicting him and Runaan being a couple long before it got confirmed.

-Jason Simpson (Viren's VA) being grumpy about people shipping Aaravos and Viren while Todd Erik Dellums (Aaravos's VA) egged the fans on and seemed to find the ship pretty funny.

-After the Midnight Star poem's full English translation got released some fans concluded that Elarion was a human girl Aaravos once was in love with and thus Elavos was born. You can still search the ship name on Tumblr to experience the time campsule of 2019 era of the fandom. Yes, people shipped Aaravos with a literal city and I think that's beautiful.

-The drought period of 2019-2022 hiatus where it was just a couple really weird terminally online fans posting their harmless headcanons, including a small fandom of a. ten people forming around Viren's ex-wife Lissa.

-Unhinged TDP fan theories like "Aaravos is Callum's Dad" and "Callum will learn every primal source" aka wanting TDP to be Avatar 2.0 but with elves.

-The fan response that parodied these theories including "Everyone is a Startouch elf, especially Bait"

-The Great FartGate of 2022 aka all of TDP Twitter collectively complaining about the fart jokes in s4.

-These 2024 Valentine's Day posts most likely done by the lead writer Devon Giehl.

-If you search Aaravos on Google the most frequently asked question is about his gender.

-TDP wiki gleefully listing Aaravos and Viren as Sir Sparklepuff's parents after s5.

-The fandom never letting go of the "Viren imprisoned Harrow in Pip" theory.

-Which Primal Source Are You -Quiz from 2018 foreshadowing events of the show like "where would you hide a dangerous magical object" and one of the answers being "in the bottom of the sea" possibly referring to Aaravos' pearl.

-A tweet fans thought was a mistake actually foreshadowed Aaravos being a giant.

I'll add more later if I feel like it.

edit:

ok one more: behold, one of the most popular TDP posts on Tumblr