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Item: A Crumpled Manual Rarity: ⏶ Common
Do you skip tutorials as fast as you can?
Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.
Depends on the game and if I’ve played it before. I usually play the tutorial again just in case I forgot something important, so no, I don’t skip them as fast as I can.
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I realized I never posted this drawing (oops😭) so uh... here you go
its not my favorite thing ever but i mean its my boys
'Does this feel right to you too, or is it just me?'
I have not forgotten about High&Low! I have not abandoned Jesse X Ryu!
I’ve been stuck in this strange rut of having so many ideas, while also being so concerned about writing them just right. I know nothing has to be perfect but it’s easier to say than to actually stop overthinking 😭
At the same time, for the past year, I’ve delved really deep into creating original stories, and I’ve found it to be really enjoyable, more than any other hobby I’d had before.
All of this is to simply say I’m not going anywhere, my posts are just going to be a lot slower.
Thank you for every like, reblog, and comment 💜
-Passion
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
Hold on to me - Binzo x reader
a/n: Hi, this is not a request or a planned fic.I was just feeling a little bad and wanted to write something. Actually this was for me.I wrote the character completely as myself and wrote it that way.I just needed something sweet and... Anyway :)
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: idk, mention of suicidal thoughts, lots of depression and probably angst
After leaving school, Binzo was walking to the place where he always went and didn't tell anyone to get some rest. On his way, he bought some snacks from a market and stood in front of the tall construction, waving the bag in his hand.
It was dark, there was no one around, it was a quiet and beautiful night. He wanted to relax a bit while watching the stars. He quickly climbed the stairs of the empty construction and went up to the roof. But he saw something he did not expect.
On the edge of the roof, someone was smoking, with their feet dangling from the edge of the roof.It was a girl.
The young girl was just watching the city and smoking silently. Binzo was sure she wasn't here for a good reason.
He thought for a while what to do. Should he go? Should he talk to her? Would she throw herself down? Why was she here?
He had a lot of questions in his mind and the person sitting was aware of it. The young girl blew out the smoke from her cigarette and called out to him.
"I don't care if you want to stay, you can do whatever you want."
Binzo looked at her in surprise. Maybe he would have even had a fight if someone else had been in his place, but something inside him told him that this girl had a problem and he had to talk to her.
Binzo slowly came to the edge of the roof and sat next to the young girl.The city looked quite beautiful from here. Stars and sky too.
When the young girl finished her cigarette, she threw the cigarette butt down and lit another one. Binzo looked at her in surprise.His friend Mercy also smoked, but not that often.
"Aren't you too young to smoke?"
The young girl smiled and looked at him.She had cried, her eyes were red. Maybe it was from cigarette smoke, he thought.
"This isn't my first cigarette, don't worry.I'm also an adult."
Binzo nodded to the young girl's cold demeanor. But it wasn't like that, it didnt feel right.He felt as her true voice was quite warm and alive.
"Can I have one?"
Binzo raised an eyebrow as the young girl looked at Binzo with the question she had heard.And Binzo grinned:
"It won't be my first cigarette, don't worry."
Y/n gave a sarcastic smile and handed him the pack of cigarettes.Binzo took a cigarette and lit it.He looked at the pack of cigarettes again and smiled.
"Are you rich? Cigarettes are pretty expensive these days. Especially these ones."
Y/n shook her head silently
"I don't really care about money when I'm buying things that will kill me."
Binzo was taken aback by the strangeness of the answer.But he didn't say anything.For a while, they both smoked in silence and watched the city lights.
"Kouzou, but people call me Binzo."
Y/n gave him a weird look and nodded
"Y/n."
"Why are you here? Isn't it too high?"
Y/n laughed and shook her head.
"I think you know why I'm here. Isn't that why you wanted to sit next to me, Binzo?"
Binzo smiled.He nodded and sighed.
"What's wrong? Did your boyfriend break up with you? Or have you lost someone?"
Y/n was disturbed by the young boy's concerned gaze.She hated when someone pityed her and tried to help her. She just shrugged.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk. But I'm a stranger, right? I don't even know if I'll ever see you again.I can't tell your secrets to anyone."
Y/n smiled
"I have no secrets."
Binzo also smiled and shook his head.He spoke while looking at the buildings opposite.
"Sometimes it's hard, right? Living, laughing, walking, breathing... When you can't find anything to hold on to.... So I won't ask you why you're here. But if you want to talk, if you want someone to listen to you, I'm here."
When the young boy turned to y/n, he saw her eyes filled with tears. But he didn't say anything.Y/n smiled and looked at him.But Binzo spoke again in a serious tone.
"Dont smile." Y/n looked at him in surprise. "Don't smile. You don't have to smile, if you want to cry, just cry. You don't owe anyone a smile."
Y/n shook her head at Binzo's words and let the tears flow. And Binzo didn't say anything for a while, waiting for her to calm down.
"I don't know what's wrong," y/n said quietly. "Or I don't know which is the bigger problem. But I think the biggest problem is this hatred of myself."
Binzo nodded slowly.
"Why do you think you hate yourself?"
"The person I see in that f*cking mirror... I want her to disappear."
"If that's what you think because those cool handsome men don't tell you you're beautiful, I can tell you. I'm pretty cool one too."
Y/n laughed a little and rolled her eyes.
"You're weird"
"And you are not ?"
Y/n smiled and nodded.Binzo continued.
"I won't try to convince you. Because fake compliments won't interest you. Or you'll think I pity you. Unless you dont believe that, no one can make you believe Y/n."
Y/n nodded again and sighed.
"Besides... I don't think that's the only problem."
Y/n smiled and nodded again.
"Sometimes I don't understand what's going on either. Insults, bullying, rude things said as jokes, various evils... I feel like I'm strong for all of them, but I guess it's not enough. I realize that my smiles are fake now. I can't feel love. I see myself as a burden to everyone. There are dozens of my friends.... or so I think.”
Binzo was listening quietly to the young girl, knowing that she was full and wanted to talk.She was just tired and angry.
"I'm tired of smiling around people all day and staring blankly at the ceiling at night. The urge to kill myself is growing in my head and I'm… I'm scared."
Binzo clenched his jaw when he heard the young girl's voice tremble towards the end.
"I... I love living, Binzo. I have dreams. I always got the best grades, I tried hard to fulfill everyone's expectations for me. But I feel like this life is not mine... I'm tired of shaping my life and myself with their wishes."
Binzo was now sure that she was crying. He shifted a little to one side and closed the gap between them. He patted the young girl's back while she was crying. She continued to tell and cry for a while.
Both were aware.Binzo knew he cant find a solution, and y/n knew he cant help her.But it still felt good not to be alone.
After a while, when Y/n wiped her eyes with her hand, Binzo reached the bag next to him and handed her the chocolate he had bought for himself. As Y/n laughed with teary eyes, Binzo smiled and patted her back.
"You're strong y/n and the only thing to hold on to is that strength. I know you're tired, but hold on tight to yourself."
Y/n now realized how beautiful the young boy was looking at her.Binzo smiled at the girl who was looking at him in surprise and patted her head.
"Hold on to me when there's nothing left to hold on y/n, I'll be there."
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ITAGAKI MIZUKI 板垣瑞生 (2000-2025)
RIP MY BELOVED ACTOR OF ALL TIME 💔😭 I WILL FOREVER REMEMBER YOU AS THIS PRETTIEST BIG ROUND EYED BOY WITH THE CUTEST SMILE.
YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
This is actually info I didn’t know
Seriously folks review my books! Review everyone’s books!
It’s the difference between Amazon giving a damn about you verses pushing your book to the bottom of the food chain.
a) everything the graphic says is true! b) would love some love from Amazon. c) people are much more likely to review when they don’t like something, so it is lovely to have nice reviews to offset the ‘1 star, ripped off Star Wars.’
I’d like to personally tag @inkskinned because she definitely deserves lots of love on the Amazon comments and reviews section too! <3
Does this work for things like Storygraph? I primarily use that app to track and review books - does this help authors in any way?
Reviews anywhere are wonderful and helpful! I’ve heard marketing say you have to hear about something 7 times before you go consume it, and I often think of that when say, looking at a book with a huge poster on the Tube and despairing. Because, only 7 times? That’s not so very much.
So when I love a book or a TV show or a story of any kind, I tell people about it. I think to myself: I can be one of their seven.
Basically Storygraph is great, and to any one who’s ever been part of my seven. Thank you.
This may come across as a rambling. I'm not used to talk about something political, though I have my own political belief. But this isn't about it and rather about my country. I don't have a big platform, still, I wanna talk.
I live in Indonesia and am an Indonesian. It's so awful; the govt, I mean. Like, when the bar is in hell and yet the govt still limbo! As per today, though, it might be our (Indonesian) last chance to have freedom of speech.
Why so?
Indonesia is under military government.
You read it right, you can look it up anywhere. Us, Indonesians, write a lot about it online in various languages. (Not) funny enough because we've been there, before 1998, under dictatorships, having no freedom to speech. Yet, we broke it through.
But now, as stupid as it sounds, we fell into the same hole. For the record, I didn't choose our current president (which is a human right criminal) and vice president (which is a nepo baby who fucks with our constitution thanks to his former president dad and his corrupt way of leadership). Not to mention that out president was that very dictator's son-in-law.
To be honest, I'm not capable enough to explain anything. I don't know much as I'm newly politically literate—and I don't want to call myself literate enough for this. I just wanted to ramble, because fuck, life sucks. But with this government? We're done for good.
It may and may not be my last chance to ramble about our government. I'm sick of it already and currently thinking about a way to get out from this shitty country. I might even consider to kms, lol, jk—or maybe not.
the thing I've been enjoying the most during my 2025 high&low rewatch is looking at the expressions hiroto makes when he's fighting
bro really said
The facial expressions Hiroto makes, the random sound effects Elly makes, the random English that gets thrown in by Alan like there’s a lot of side things happening all the time in High&Low that I pay extra attention to because it distracts me from the movie for like 2 seconds before I lock in again😂💀
Thinking about doing a “Who Said That?” quote poll game
The credits of The Worst X are undoubtedly the best part
Sameoka cheering on his buddies while they rip off their shirts and lift some weights, because obviously
Raoh being absolutely adorable playing with the children of the orphanage
Himuro and Gandhi and Sabo running a car off into the water for whatever reason, just to be goobers I guess
Suzuran hanging out and Binzo chugging the absolute fuck out of a (?)protein shake(?)
COBRA KAI S6EP13 "SKELETONS" I loved you, man. Idolized you. Every good thing about myself... Strength. Confidence. Karate. You taught me. I only wanted to please you. So, yeah, that night in the parking lot, December 19, 1984, was the single worst moment of my life. But what hurt even more than being choked out was you abandoning me.
MIGHTY WARRIORS - That's my best friend
🌟 A Journey of Hope: An Update from Mosab 🌟
Hello dear friends,
I am writing to you with a heart full of gratitude and hope. Over the past few weeks, your support has been overwhelming. Together, we’ve raised an incredible €3031 towards our goal of €20,000, and I cannot express how much this means to my family and me. ❤️🌍
Life here in Gaza has always been filled with challenges, but the current circumstances have made it unimaginably difficult. As some of you know, my family has endured unimaginable losses – 25 of my loved ones were taken by the violence. 💔 Their memory is my driving force to keep moving forward, to survive, and to share our story with the world.
Your generosity – through donations, reblogs, and kind words – has shown me that even in the darkest times, there is light. ✨ Every euro donated, every reblog shared, every message of encouragement has made an impact. You’ve helped us cover basic necessities, keep our spirits alive, and dream of a safer future.
🛠️ How You Can Help:
💶 Donate – No matter how small, every euro helps. 👉 https://gofund.me/5ac9124f
🔄 Reblog – Share this post with your followers. Every reblog increases the chance of reaching someone who can help.
📢 Spread the Word – Talk about our story with your friends and family. Awareness is a powerful tool.
To everyone who has already supported us: Thank you from the depths of my heart. ❤️ Your kindness gives me hope and strength to face each day. You are not just helping my family survive; you are reminding us that we are not alone in this fight.
Together, we can reach the goal of €20,000, and with your help, we will. Please keep sharing, keep donating, and keep believing in the power of compassion. 🌈💖
Thank you for being part of this journey with us.
With love and gratitude, Mosab 🕊️
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One whole year on Tumblr, huh?
Everyone I’ve met on here, even if all you’ve done is like one of my posts, thank you. 💜
