#unresolved case

[aanews69]

Nous livrons des histoires. Nous vous donnons également des guides, des conseils et des astuces pour créer le vôtre.Cette chaîne est dédiée aux choses aléato...

[lorax-devito]

Michael Wheeler uses a raspberry lip balm that he stole from one of hollys makeup sets

[inspector-montoya-fox]

i know what you are

[yustardino]

Gundam fans im so fucking sorry... but I have a problem with men who commit crimes. (Dont worry I balance it out with loving some women of law) Two, look he's conventionally attractive in my eyes... rat man absolutely and yeah he would make me worse, but its merely fantasy for me at the end of the day. Once again... Im sorry for simping for Char.

[bom-bombon]

i think i deserve like 1 million dollars from everyone in the US who were spewing racist shit during the 2016 elections

[undergoing-mitosis]

i never thought a silly show about skating would make me cry with sadness then cry with joy and then make me feel all the feels and then infest me and give me brainworms

[bravenew-what]

Trauma-versaries are no joke

[oswednesday]

thinking really hard about like cookie cat and that really hard to navigate feeling of grief like its manufactured but its like a child's favorite Product is no longer available and how that is like the template for a lot of the difficult grief in the series

[ivy-saurs]

i’m enjoying dual destinies so much more than i thought i would

[strawberryclementine]

Hi beloved mutual, for the Blorbo Bingo: Doctor Tenma. Have a fantastic day! 🥳🙌

Hi buddy hope you're doing well :)

Aughgahuh Dr. Tenma is such a favourite of mine (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)♥️ probably my favourite in the show? Are you even watching Monster if you're not at least slightly in love with him lol? He's the ideal person! Also, I'm nosy and want more of his backstory. More Dr. Tenma content, please!! Surprised I didn't get a bingo here..

You have a fantastic day too!!🌞

Blorbo Bingo 🎯

[balladetto]

general summary for link's botw verse just until i get the actual post up! accidental time travel shenanigans wherein he gets dropped in botw's temple of time a little after wild/prime link leaves the great plateau. has no idea what's going on other than this must be hyrule? but different. and everything's wrecked to shit and it does make him fearful of what might've happened here — of why he got dumped here in the first place.

then he sees what must be hyrule castle in the distance, old and crumbling?? and absolutely not how he left it or how he would've wanted to leave it, and the horror really hits him. what happened here?? he's saved hyrule once, is this— another hero's journey? another crisis he has to fix? ( was he too late? did he not get here fast enough, is that why everything's like this? is it his fault again? )

begins travelling to hyrule castle because surely, zelda or someone zelda-adjacent would be there, but his priorities slowly shift to finding and getting the master sword as he tries communicating with the locals and gathering information. it's hard at first when he can barely understand the hylian spoken in this era, but he's a fast learner! and sometimes it's not the people that tell you the most important things. all the ruins and devastated landscapes and monsters say a lot, and when he hears the watered-down, half-understood story of what happened at hyrule castle — the calamity — from a stablehand, he's convinced he needs to take up that mantle again, to "fulfill his destiny" once more.

so off he goes! tired, alone, guilty, but resolved. wandering in search of the sword he needs to do his duty; a duty he's always had and will always have, it looks like. he helps folks out where he can along the way, slowly getting accustomed to this new hyrule — hearing gossip and being gossiped about in turn.

( he's got no clue that there's already a link going around doing his self-appointed job aldfkjsg at least not until he goes to kakariko village or past the lost woods to korok forest? kakariko would be a more likely option. then he adds find this link(?) to his to-do list because he's gotta help out, chosen hero of this time or not! )

[likeswallowstosea]

OPEN TO: Anyone

MUSE: Madeline Feher (21+, model)

“You know, it’s been awhile since I’ve done something like this. This is nice.” Madeline admits, smiling at them as her blue eyes flickered to their face. Between everything she had going on in her life, and work, sometimes it was easy to forget how nice it was to forget all of it and just have fun for a bit. “Thank you for suggesting this. So, what’s next on the agenda?”

[carneflower13]

my taste in fictional men has gotten so varied over the years first it was just little nerdy and/or fruity twinks but now i have a one-eyed jacked 6'1'' yakuza and a big buff cowboy in my arsenal

[jules-and-company]

what i feel plays right after this

[mysteriouseast]

The Vanishing of Toshiyuki Adachi

On June 20, 1981, an 18 year old employee at Kanazawa International Hotel vanished alongside his girlfriend. Last Known Sightings That morning started routinely, he dropped his mother off at the dentist, then headed to his work. After his shift ended around 6pm, he and his girlfriend stopped by a friends home. “I’ll take her home.” he said, and he and his girlfriend drove off together. The last…

[ruminate88]

The Long Shadow of Survival and the Journey to Self-Worth

4/10/25 School, Family Caretaking & Toxic love

The Survivor's Reality and Dual Perspective

Not everyone is in survival mode or has had to survive. Some people mature at a steady pace, secure decent jobs, and simply work hard. Yet, those who have navigated survival often possess a deeper understanding of life's trials and triumphs and tend to feel situations more intensely. I grew up living a double life. I had stable parents who worked hard and helped me. My dad was slightly critical, a form of tough love, but he was still a faithful and brutally honest father who taught me realism (yet I was a dreamer, and he dismissed all my dreams). My mom always stood up for me and spoke on my behalf. Because of this dual existence, I’ve understood both perspectives: that of a good, healthy life and that of a life focused on survival. Yet, in school, I was labeled and made to feel small, weak, and less than. I had one best friend who was made fun of daily, worse than me, and I had to protect her every day, even against the teachers. I never felt capable of doing things for myself, yet I always had to protect myself and Lori. So, despite having a healthy home life as a young child, I was still struggling, and my dad didn’t always understand it, treating me like, “Oh, there’s nothing wrong with you.” But why did I always feel different? I always felt like I wasn’t a normal child. I still question, "What's wrong with me?”

Early Burdens and Overwhelming Responsibilities

I was afraid of so many things, including the nighttime, so I slept with my older brother, who was almost ten years older than me, every night. He was like another dad to me, always telling me what to do. But then his girlfriend got pregnant when he was eighteen, and they married when he was nineteen; plus, she already had a one-year-old child from a previous boyfriend who had dumped her and the baby. My brother took on the father role but was so young and overwhelmed, which caused him to heavily lean on me and my parents for support. Also, at fifteen, we moved in with my grandma, who was diagnosed with dementia and needed our help too. Everyone worked except me, and since I was homeschooled, I was the one home with grandma and the kids. You know, I thought homeschool would fix my life, and it certainly helped rescue me from school, but I was already defensive towards others and already had a low opinion of myself.

The Pain of Rejection and the Isolation of Online Connections

Because I was homeschooled and had to be home to take care of family, I couldn’t make friends, which is why all my connections were online, but most of them were fake. My fears of making friends, based on how I was made to feel in school, never changed online because I never knew how to heal myself from those school wounds. I still felt so bad about myself because of the isolation of homeschool and family caretaking. So, whenever I tried to make connections with people online, I always doubted that people ever actually liked me, and my exes made those fears a reality with the way they lied, cheated, and abandoned me. My ex Cody blocked me on all of his social media, and that stung so badly. It felt like the worst-case scenario. Yet, I am doing okay without him. I don’t need him to care about me at all; it just sucked because of how much I believed I cared about him, but I’ve had to let it go since.

A Different Reality and the Shift Towards Self

I come from a big family with hundreds of cousins. Most have had decent and stable lives. Most of my family never treated me as if anything was wrong with me, but I’ve always known I was different. I just never understood what it was. I do feel life intensely, and I had to watch most of my cousins actually go to public school, graduate, get their driver's licenses in high school, get married after high school, and start families—all while I had a hard time getting my GED, was taking care of family, and in those toxic relationships where marriage and kids weren’t even a real topic, just short and pretend conversations with people who hated me. Then I finally did get my driver's license and married later in life. I did everything differently from my cousins. I could never understand why. Life seemed so easy for everyone else but so amplified and difficult for me. Yet, I feel I’ve lived multiple lives and lifetimes. I’ve always felt I’m in a different reality than my family. I’ve been trying to find the purpose in all the pain and struggles. I’ve now in my 30s had to slow myself down and lessen how much I take care of family. I’ve just now started to put focus on my own needs. It’s weird and uncomfortable, but I’m seeing the importance of it.

The reason I keep ruminating and writing this all down I believe is not because I’m stuck but rather discovering hidden truths about myself and my journey so far.