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A day out with a friend who is going through a hard time—walking and shopping./ Un día fuera con un amiga que está pasando por un momento difícil: pasear e ir de compras.

noemilunastorta — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 11:05:30 GMT

Good morning, blog friends—how are you? Here I am with you again; I was away yesterday because I had a packed day, and I’m actually a bit tired and have a bit of a cold today, too, given the change of season. Anyway, yesterday I went to help a friend who has just broken up with a truly horrible man—someone who insulted her and even laid a hand on her on a few occasions. Like all toxic relationships, it took her a long time to break free from this monster—calling him a "man" is an insult to real men. Naturally, she was hurting—and still isn't doing great—so I decided to visit her yesterday to take her mind off things, help her figure out her next steps, and remind her that she isn't alone. We started by browsing a few Chinese shops to buy some odds and ends; sometimes, buying cheap little things helps lift your spirits, and those shops are full of inexpensive items.

Buenos días, amigos del blog: ¿cómo están? Aquí estoy de nuevo con ustedes; ayer estuve ausente porque tuve un día muy ajetreado y, de hecho, hoy me siento algo cansada y un poco resfriada debido al cambio de estación. En fin, ayer fui a ayudar a una amiga que acaba de romper con un hombre verdaderamente horrible: alguien que la insultaba e incluso llegó a ponerle la mano encima en varias ocasiones. Como ocurre en todas las relaciones tóxicas, le costó mucho librarse de ese monstruo (llamarle "hombre" es un insulto para los hombres de verdad). Naturalmente, ella estaba sufriendo —y todavía no se encuentra muy bien—, así que decidí visitarla ayer para ayudarla a distraerse, planear sus próximos pasos y recordarle que no está sola. Empezamos recorriendo algunas tiendas de artículos chinos para comprar algunas cositas; a veces, comprar pequeños objetos económicos ayuda a levantar el ánimo, y esas tiendas están llenas de artículos baratos.

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It Can't Stop Raining!!!

bruno-kema — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 19:48:30 GMT

It's been a great couple of days over here. And I say this meaning every word of it. I had to take a trip down to the east, so I've been really busy doing what I came here for. But one of the things that I noticed about this place was the rain. Like, bro, ever since I came here, it's been raining nonstop! Almost every single day. And on days it didn't rain, the days were cloudy and messed up.

The worst thing you could do was wash your clothes, because it would only be by the grace of God that they actually got dried. And even at that, you'd need at least four or five days for them to be properly dried. Or five minutes if you were using the dryer.

Anyway, that's how it's been. And as you know, nothing disrupts a plan worse than rain. Especially when you have to deal with bad roads, which my dear country is already known for. So many times, once I see that it's about to rain, plans have to be readjusted at once, and this makes plans take longer to execute. Very annoying!!!

And then, another major issue brought on by the rain: terrible network! The network gets really sketchy once it starts raining, especially when it's a particularly heavy rain. So, that's what it turns into, can't go out, can't surf the internet, and if you don't have something worthwhile to distract you, or you don't find comfort in your own thoughts, you just might end up listening to the rain on your roofs and making a rhythm out of the beats. Or some other dumb stuff.

Anyway, all that is in the past now. Since this week started, it's been sunshine and rainbows. I want to believe that it's over! The rainy season is gone for good, and we won't get it anymore until next year. So I just hope that we can continue with our lives without the constant threat of cats and dogs falling down on us every time we step foot outside our homes.

So, in a nutshell, moving on! I'm not too comfortable, though, because I know that our weather here can be moving mad sometimes, so I won't be surprised if it does end up raining eventually, but if it doesn't, I'm really gonna be happy! Because boy, I'm sick and tired of it already.

But then, I know myself. In a few months, I'm most likely going to start clamouring for the rainy season to come back because the heating has become unbearable. Well, what can I say, I'm only human. There's no satisfying me!!!

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The problem with clichés.

wiseagent — Sat, 03 Oct 2026 01:31:54 GMT

*This publication was also writen in* **SPANISH** *and* **PORTUGUESE**.

The "target" must be hit with just one right idea.

![cliche_problems.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/wiseagent/23yx85NRNJrA6yhycv1ZWdairMofTjDP5HQYkn7nBNgUALJjJQiRkAiFzwdN9nKSpw7eg.png)[Mantenlo Simple](https://mantenlosimple.com/2014/08/18/cliches-estereotipos-cine-p1/)

Speak badly of me, but speak of me. For years, the clichés used in movies have already become part of cinematic history because they carry fundamental weight in certain types of narrative structures, which certainly help not only to create a solid foundation for developing a story, but also help to create a visual and stylized identity (depending on what the essence of each project is). The fact is that, whether loved or not, they can bring "systemic" problems.

Perhaps, the most popular (and most recognizable, because it is more commonly used) is the repetition of standardized ideas that they carry. However, the blame falls much more on those who use them (and how these people use them) than on the clichés themselves. It is quite true that some clichés are so silly or even bad. On the other hand, depending on how they are used in movies, they can be important tools for constructing elements within the plot.

The dilemma here is how to balance this applicability of a narrative device (which may or may not be verbal or visual), because it is according to the quantity, intensity, and execution of the choices that they may - or may not - become a major headache for some screenwriters and directors. Every cinematic genre, over the years, has built its own clichés, and the way they have “evolved” through time is the merit of a small group.

Although it is almost impossible to attribute the merit of this matter to specific names, it is impossible to deny that the history of cinema was (in part) built by what clichés represent. Like any other device, clichés just need to be better chosen (and used) to work according to the atmosphere of the projects in which they are inserted. The problem isn't exactly them... Because they are just an accessory that is part of the whole.

Their essence is so strong that, with just a few seconds of a scene after its projection begins, a particular movie can easily be categorized by a large number of people. Therefore, if they are used the right way, a movie can easily become good in the eyes of the general public because this creates a kind of “bridge” between the fantastic side that is created by the combination of image and sound, and the realistic side that needs to buy into that whole idea.

**El problema con los clichés.**

Hablen mal, pero hablen de mí. Desde hace años, los clichés utilizados en las películas ya forman parte de la historia cinematográfica porque tienen un peso fundamental en determinados tipos de estructuras narrativas, que ciertamente ayudan no solo a crear una base sólida para desarrollar una historia, sino que también ayudan a crear una identidad visual y estilizada (dependiendo de cuál sea la esencia de cada proyecto). El hecho es que, sean amados o no, pueden traer problemas "sistémicos".

Quizás, el más popular (y más reconocible, por ser utilizado con mayor frecuencia) sea la repetición de ideas estandarizadas que llevan consigo. Sin embargo, la culpa recae mucho más sobre quienes los usan (y cómo esas personas los usan) que sobre los propios clichés. Es muy cierto que algunos clichés son tan tontos o incluso malos. Por otro lado, dependiendo de la manera en que sean utilizados en las películas, pueden ser herramientas importantes de construcción dentro de la trama.

El dilema aquí es cómo dosificar esta aplicabilidad del recurso narrativo (que puede o no ser verbal o visual), porque es de acuerdo con la cantidad, la intensidad y la ejecución de las elecciones que pueden - o no - convertirse en un gran dolor de cabeza para algunos guionistas y directores. Todo género cinematográfico, a lo largo de los años, ha construido sus propios clichés, y la manera en que fueron “evolucionando” a través del tiempo es mérito de un pequeño grupo.

Aunque es casi imposible atribuir el mérito de esta cuestión a través de nombres específicos, es imposible negar que la historia del cine fue (en parte) construida por lo que los clichés representan. Al igual que cualquier otro recurso, los clichés solo necesitan ser mejor elegidos (y utilizados) para funcionar de acuerdo con la atmósfera de los proyectos en los que están insertados. El problema no son exactamente ellos... Porque son solo un accesorio que forma parte del todo.

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September 2026: Declutter

creativemary — Wed, 30 Sep 2026 19:08:18 GMT

Oh wow she has an online pulse, so she must be alive! Hallelujah! Of course that I must start this post with this very humorous dark remark. I have been very much alive and active. I pressed the delete button for everything called social media, including for my presence on Youtube and other billion channels that were a conduit for my talents. The word of the 2026 year: DECLUTTER. If you make your life really simple you will be able to take major decisions against what the majority would advise you and end up victorious. I have made this type of decisions and never looked back. For those who were able to look at the vlogs from the last year posted on my now disappeared channel know what I mean and they might think: what a brave one! For those who missed it...you'll never know. Anyway, I have decided to focus on my website and have very little presence in the online realm because I value my time more than money or other rewards like recognition. I feel I owe it to God to share my talents while I guard my energy. I have posting material for a couple of solid years and starting all over again is something that is needed.

As the title of this post suggests I am choosing for the moment to post monthly in here and condense almost every creative endeavour that I tackle in one single writing piece. Will I still matter or be relevant? Will my posts end up somewhere forgotten at the end of the pages ? Who knows... I think that less is more and I no longer see value in the quantity of the posts.

I have gained a new lens and I can't come back to life as it was before. I feel and see things and people quite differently. Some choices that I have made will never be understood by the medical world or by random people like you who might read this post. What I know is that crazy courage demands crazy amounts of energy. And I guard my presence like a fierce lioness.

My book reviews will be redone and on spotify. Other talents which require visual support will be on Youtube and my writing together with everything mentioned before will be on my website. In a world bombarded with a lot of content it is easy to get distracted. Sharp focus is what is needed and necessary.

So the fruits of september are : a beautiful review of "Teach like Finland" by Timothy Walker, some writings about impermanence and why should we respect the senior citizens and some art posting with a cheeky fantasy creature:)

MOVIE REVIEW: “The Last House on the Left” (1972)

wiseagent — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 13:29:39 GMT

*This publication was also writen in* **SPANISH** *and* **PORTUGUESE**.![the_last_house_on_the_left01.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/wiseagent/23ynfQf7A9wD3i2RXGavqry9wsAPW6Q5SiTJyUg4hpZVXaKb9hrXQ4irxRnz2SWWP54gN.png)[IMDb](https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0068833/mediaviewer/rm3095408385)

Synopsis: Mari and Phyllis are two young teenagers on their way to a rock concert to celebrate one of their birthdays. Before arriving at the event, they try to get marijuana in the city, but end up being kidnapped and brutalized by a gang of psychopathic convicts who are fleeing the police.

In his first work as a movie director and screenwriter, Wes Craven decides to shock the audience with a brutal horror plot (both physical and psychological), where the sole focus is to cause discomfort through scenes that genuinely provoke disgust sometimes. Although the screenplay doesn't delve into any narrative issue (which makes the entire movie a feature-length movie with almost nothing to say), this is an essential work for understanding Craven's career, because it was precisely here that he began writing his legacy as one of the masters of horror.

![the_last_house_on_the_left02.1.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/wiseagent/23uFHNvKiebAzpqqXW45eW3DjH4d935LDDX2o6HuXGWQkoSZ7yCSPGNxyqpCLKxcd4fLx.png)[Naver](https://blog.naver.com/crocey/222054784760)![the_last_house_on_the_left02.2.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/wiseagent/23uQhk87G3fVGaoXaou4XE4bvV8TF6pqXgXxUJfVM98fDNxHaEfkYdVLpG9eL8bJZZ3nQ.png)[Mondo Digital](https://www.mondo-digital.com/lasthouseleft.html)![the_last_house_on_the_left2.3.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/wiseagent/23tS2jcja7Rn5EvxYZWk1ziEexTJggcT2DGSnHK1DPBt9L1Fnkr43pyG5mRSGuEi6B7jU.png)[Flasz On Film](https://flaszonfilm.com/2020/11/04/the-wes-craven-retrospective-the-last-house-on-the-left-1972/)

In the plot, two young teenagers (Mari and Phyllis) decide to go to a rock concert in a neighboring town to celebrate one of their birthdays. Looking for some pre-show fun, they go out around town (notoriously known for having a not very friendly neighborhood) looking for someone who sells marijuana. The price of this search ends up bringing a lot of regret, because they are kidnapped and held hostage by a group of convicts when they are naively lured to one of their houses in the middle of the night. Such a stupid decision for two girls who seem to be so "smart" (at least at first glance)!

These are not ordinary convicts. They are psychopaths driven by alcohol and drugs, and they indulge brutal desires through violence and sex. Krug is the manipulative leader of the sadists. Sadie is his impulsive girlfriend (but brutally violent when necessary). Fred is a kind of “second-in-command” responsible for the group’s “operational” decisions (and he also has a mind twisted by the desire to kill). Junior is Krug’s son, and lives under his commands. Amid all this chaos, it is never clear what they want, and perhaps that is the “nature” of the movie itself.

![the_last_house_on_the_left03.1.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/wiseagent/23vsEEhtgdkRgfKv4tFiUwMwELC9iws6xdQMsPvfpgzJKVDTzrweMwQJPtPEpcTtfYwGZ.png)[TMDB](https://www.themoviedb.org/movie/15516-the-last-house-on-the-left)![the_last_house_on_the_left03.2.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/wiseagent/23vhuhyv6dsisMFBxkw2vZxnJU8bwBTSk3btTTEc78MoWfwqQZRHR4t7VcALQZf2mgtvK.png)[TMDB](https://www.themoviedb.org/movie/15516-the-last-house-on-the-left)![the_last_house_on_the_left03.3.png](https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/wiseagent/23uFPDMQa1SVetBiCxdRfXc4uQLWdajp3LRknY5MsW6TpGw77HJ5xZu2wejfkBq31MFq2.png)[Morbidly Beautiful](https://morbidlybeautiful.com/horror-history-last-house-on-the-left/)

This team of villains has very strong characteristics, which are always present throughout the movie. On the other hand, the same can’t be said of the two teenagers; who end up being “underutilized” to the detriment of a decision that brought an unexpected subversion of the protagonism that had until then been in their hands. However, on both sides it was necessary to delve a little deeper into the narrative to build a range of more interesting characters. All the good elements were there, but the screenplay does not offer the proper exploration of these characteristics. The discussions here merely scratch the surface.

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The Ransomed Secret

zubygeee — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 13:49:30 GMT

Everyone in the city knew Daniel Adebayo, at age forty-eight, Daniel was one of the wealthiest businessmen in the country. He owned luxury hotels, construction companies, shopping complexes, a whole conglomerate, several properties scattered across the city. His photograph frequently appeared in newspapers and business magazines, usually accompanied by words such as successful, visionary, and self-made.
He had built his empire from almost nothing, and he was proud of it. Daniel was also a married man, it completed his image. For twenty-two years, he had been married to Miriam, a woman he had met when they were both much younger. They had three children, a beautiful house and a life that looked perfect from the outside. Daniel often spoke publicly about family values and the importance of loyalty but as with many perfect images, they always have something hidden. It was a secret he had managed to keep hidden for years.

One Friday evening, after telling Miriam that he had an important business meeting, Daniel drove to one of his hotels. He checked into a room under a false name and spent the evening with Vanessa, an escort he had secretly hired as he had done so many times before. Daniel believed he had been careful, as this had become routine for him.

As he and Vanessa walked through the hotel lobby, a man sitting near the reception desk recognised him. His name was Samuel, Samuel had seen Daniel several times in the news and immediately realised who he was. He watched Daniel leave with Vanessa and quietly took a photograph of them together. Samuel didn't even know what he intended to do with the photograph but he just felt it was an opportunity to have something no one else did.

Then the opportunity came, the next morning, Daniel's phone vibrated, there was a message from an unknown number. “I know where you were last night”. Daniel frowned, then another message arrived. “I also know who you were with” .Then came the photograph. Daniel's heart dropped, for several seconds, he simply stared at the screen. A final message appeared, send ₦50 million, or your wife gets the photograph. Daniel immediately called the number.
“Who are you?”
“You already know who I am,” Samuel replied.
“What do you want?”
“You know exactly what I want.”
Daniel tried to threaten him. He told Samuel that he was making a serious mistake and that powerful people were not easily intimidated.
“You're not afraid of me,” Samuel said. “You're afraid of your wife.”
The call ended, Daniel spent the entire day thinking about what could happen if Miriam discovered the truth. He imagined the humiliation, the newspapers, the damage to his reputation and the effect it could have on his businesses.
Eventually, he paid Samuel the first time but as with most blackmailers Samuel did not disappear. A week later, another demand arrived. Daniel became increasingly paranoid, he stopped sleeping properly. He began checking his surroundings whenever he left his house. Every unknown number made him nervous, then Samuel demanded ₦100 million. That was when Daniel decided he had had enough. Instead of paying, he called his driver, Musa.
“I need you to arrange a meeting,” Daniel said.
“With who?”
“Someone who has been causing me problems.”
Daniel gave him Samuel's number and instructed him to arrange a meeting at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
“Don't tell anyone,” Daniel warned.
That evening, Samuel arrived at the warehouse expecting money. Instead, he found Daniel standing inside with Musa, Samuel immediately became suspicious.
“Where's the money?”
Daniel looked at him coldly.
“You've already taken enough.”
“You know what happens if you don't pay me.” Samuel said

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Nothing Here (Original Song)

soundlegion — Thu, 01 Oct 2026 23:35:30 GMT

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Sometimes the world gets so damn heavy that all we can do is stop and breathe.

“Nothing Here” comes from a place I go in meditation. I imagine myself floating in the blackness of space, with no pressure, no expectations, no worries of the world. Nothing to figure out or carry. Just being.

This song started with chords and lyrics I wrote on my acoustic guitar. I hadn’t played in a while, and my fingers definitely let me know lol. Recording the acoustic parts took several days, sore fingers, and some stubborn determination. It wasn’t perfect, but I love what it became.

I used Suno to generate drums, bass, percussion, and a guiding guitar track beneath my own playing and vocals. Some of those generated guitar parts helped support the acoustic in the mix. Brian Grass did the final mix, bringing everything together beautifully. I also plan to share a full live acoustic performance of this song.

For the video, I created images with ChatGPT, animated them in Happy Horse, and built the sequence in Sony Vegas. Then I filmed myself performing against a black backdrop and blended that real footage with the animated scenes to bring this floating void to life.

This is a little space to put the weight down.
Breathe with me. 🖤

Written and performed by Shavon Bonnie Legion
Vocals & acoustic guitar: Shavon Bonnie Legion
Final mix: Brian Grass
Video creation & editing: Shavon Bonnie Legion
AI-assisted backing instrumentation and visuals: Suno, ChatGPT & Happy Horse

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One more day

inber — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 08:20:15 GMT

Hi, guys!

Today is another day for catching up on my blog backlog. I’m hoping to quickly film the reviews I’ve been holding onto for publishers so I can finally post them and cross this task off my list—I’ve delayed them for so long that I just need to get it done and move on. It’s not a huge amount of work—just five videos—but I need to do them quickly and well.

So, I’ll shoot the videos fast so I can breathe easy, and then I can run to the post office to pick up the packages I’ve been waiting for all week. There’s a big perfume order in there; I’ve gone perfume-crazy again, so my collection has expanded massively once more. And it’ll likely grow again next week, because when I find a series I like, I can’t rest until I have the whole thing in my hands. That’s what happened this time—naturally, I couldn't control myself and ordered a huge amount of perfume.

This time, the bottles look like something that could exist in the universe of the book I’m currently writing, so it was impossible to resist; I’m about to have a massive influx of new fragrances. They come in really interesting bottles that would be impossible to throw away once the perfume runs out. But the mechanism is brilliant, so the bottles themselves can be repurposed for something else later.

Okay, I’ve shared the interesting stuff; now I’m off to get ready and film so I don’t keep putting it off. I’m starting to get really nervous about it, and naturally, I want to get this weight off my shoulders as soon as possible. I just need to shoot five videos—that’s not too many—then edit and upload them. So, I hope to get it done quickly.

Have a great day, everyone!

El invierno y Las Flechas Perdidas/ The Winter and The Broken Arrows

yoescribo — Fri, 02 Oct 2026 01:44:51 GMT

El invierno helado ya no era una simple estación; se había convertido en una condena para el bosque. En lo más profundo de los senderos congelados, la Niebla y Leonor Dermor intentaban desesperadamente salvar a las criaturas del pantano. Sin embargo, la helada mística parecía apagar todo fuego: las cartas de fuego resultaban inútiles, las chispas se extinguían al instante y la madera empapada de escarcha se negaba a prender. Con los animales sucumbiendo lentamente al frío, la impotencia y la frustración consumían a ambas heroínas.

Decididas a buscar una alternativa fuera del perímetro helado, salieron hacia los límites del bosque. Allí se encontraron con una escena peculiar: una joven de cabello espeso y rojo fuego, con ojos completamente azules y ciegos de pupilas, practicaba incansablemente con su arco Disparaba flechas con una fuerza brutal . Una de sus flechas perdidas terminó adentrándose en la vegetación congelada justo cuando la Niebla y Leonor emergían del bosque

Enojada por la indiferencia y el peligro de los flechazos hacia el ya castigado refugio, la Niebla arremetió contra la arquera y la tomó con firmeza del cuello para confrontarla. Leonor y la Niebla le exigieron explicaciones, increpándola por no notar que el bosque entero y sus criaturas se estaban muriendo a pocos metros de ella

Asustada y tratando de recuperar el aire, la joven se presentó como Ineyashami. Explicó entre jadeos que jamás fue su intención dañar el ecosistema y que ignoraba la gravedad de la maldición helada. Para calmar la situación y redimirse, les confesó que hace poco se había topado con un viejo amigo que le había otorgado un objeto especial: una carta mágica sumamente rara e inusual.

Ineyashami sacó la carta de Khan Feywest. Sorprendentemente, poseía 3 puntos de ataque mágico puro de forma base, una hazaña tremenda ya que no requería de arcanos mejoradores ni del apoyo de potenciadores como Marlay. Ineyashami les ofreció la carta a cambio de su libertad, asegurándoles que ese poder directo podría ser la clave para derretir la escarcha y salvar a las criaturas del bosque.

Reconociendo el valor inestimable de este recurso, leonore liberó a Ineyashami y aceptaron el trato. Sin perder un solo segundo, tomaron la carta de Khan Feywest y se adentraron nuevamente en el gélido bosque, listas para desatar este poderoso poder mágico y revertir el helado destino que amenazaba su hogar

La Sombra sobre las Hojas Heladas

Sobre la tierra donde el invierno lloró,un gélido y mudo secreto durmió.No ardía la brasa, la chispa murióbajo el cielo ceniza que jamás se abrió.Por bosques de pino, de niebla y pavor,donde las raíces perdieron color,dos sombras cruzaban la densa arboleda,buscando que el suelo la tumba no sea.

Surgió entre las ramas un pelo encendido,un dardo en el aire, un arco tendido,una joven ciega de mirada sin luz,cargando en el pecho su propia cruz.Y aunque la violencia su furia encendióbajo el frío hechizo que todo durmió,surgió entre sus manos la carta anhelada:la clave sagrada que fue revelada.

Khan podrá con su fuego arcanoa romper el invierno con fuerza en su mano?;pues cuando la noche parece triunfar,una sola chispa vuelve a iluminar.

The freezing winter was no longer a simple season; it had turned into a curse upon the forest. Deep within the frozen paths, the Mist and Lenore were desperately trying to save the swamp creatures. However, the mystical frost seemed to extinguish all flames: fire cards were completely useless, sparks died out instantly, and the frost-soaked wood refused to catch fire As the animals slowly succumbed to the cold, frustration and helplessness consumed both heroines

Determined to find an alternative outside the frozen perimeter, they headed toward the forest boundaries. There they encountered a peculiar scene: a young woman with thick, fire-red hair and completely pupil-less blue eyes was practicing tirelessly with her bow. She shot arrows with brutal force in a desperate attempt to train and become the best of her team. One of her stray arrows flew deep into the frozen woods just as the Mist and Leonor emerged from the trees.

Angered by the girl's indifference and the dangerous stray arrows towards the struggling sanctuary, the Mist charged at the archer, grabbing her firmly by the neck to confront her. Leonor and the Mist demanded answers, scolding her for not realizing that the entire forest and its creatures were dying just a few yards away.

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A Family Dinner.

izuki.midoriya — Thu, 01 Oct 2026 18:46:06 GMT

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After wrapping up farm chores at the ranch, I let John greeting Abigail before heading inside for dinner. Joining Abigail, Jack, and Uncle at the dining table, I let John enjoying a hearty family meal to reward his hard work before quietly stepping back outside into the evening air.

After wrapping up several routine chores around the ranch, I paused to look over at Abigail before heading off to inspect the rest of the property. I walked up to greet her, curious to see how she would react, where John addressed her warmly as Mrs. Marston.

She responded in a pleasant tone, exchanging a brief, friendly word before turning back toward the house to tend to her daily routines.

With the clock approaching four in the afternoon and my physical labor finished for the day, I headed inside to check if any food was available. Inside the house, I found Abigail preparing spices for the upcoming evening meal rather than working on her crochet.

Approaching the dining table, I saw that a hot family dinner had been laid out on the wooden dining table, ready for everyone to sit down and eat.

As I walked over to take my seat, Uncle ambled into the house through the side entrance, clearly drawn by the smell of hot food. I sat down at the table as the rest of the family gathered around to join me.

After spending the entire day completing heavy labor across the ranch, sitting down to a hot meal felt like a well-earned reward. Everyone began digging in immediately without waiting for me to take the first bite, prompting me to catch up.

Despite starting a moment late, John finished his plate quickly while listening to the quiet chatter around the room.

Uncle interjected between bites, joking that eating too much of Abigail's rich cooking would make him gain weight.

Once I finished my portion, I slid my chair back from the table to leave the rest of the family to enjoy their dinner in peace.

Leaving them to finish their conversation around the table, I walked back out into the open ranch yard to enjoy the quiet evening.

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Here I'm finishing the post for today, and I'll talk about more special RDR 2 gaming moments in Gaming Photography.

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