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photographss-world · 12 days ago
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cabysoft · 3 months ago
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selin-n · 11 months ago
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ayziwe · 13 days ago
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wala napayım kendime oturmuşum öyle :)
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unteriors · 1 year ago
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N Frederick Avenue, Kaplan, Louisiana.
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jasvvy · 2 years ago
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byenycfm · 1 month ago
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Hannah Kaplan || 37 || #708 || Natalie Portman || Closed
Personality:
She holds onto the moments that leave her with a taste of the girl she used to be; it comes unexpectedly in her laughter, in her daughter’s smile, in the way the sunshine warms her naked skin. Hannah used to be carefree. She used to sneak out to parties and play seven minutes in heaven and drink without wondering what was in her cup. She used to think bad things only happened to bad people. But now in her moments of desperation, when the world feels empty and cold, she reminds herself this: she already died. She died and asked God to send her back to earth to swim in lakes and make challah with her daughter's small hands and smell the wild flowers that fill overgrown fields and fall in love and have her heart broken and make art that carried her hurt and she asked all this with the promise that she would never forget the miracle of being alive.
Biography:
Hannah grew up on 20 acres in the hills of New Hampshire and it will always be home to her; Sitting under the ripening trees in October and biting into a Snow Sweet, the juices dripping onto her sketchbook as she attempts to untangle the chaos inside of her head. Daddy hollerin’ for her to finish her chores, her older sister giving her the stink eye at dinner as Hannah tried to sell a story to their mother about staying at her best friend’s house for the night and no mama she’s not going to meet up with another senior to get groped in the back of his car, she promises! She was always a little spoiled, always treated a little too gently. Her parents never raised their voices no matter how many times she screwed up. Not when they had to pick her up from the station when she got caught driving daddy’s car with a bottle of whiskey or when mama found the pregnancy tests in the trashcan the night after prom. She didn’t really have a reason to leave the nest after high school so she simply.. didn’t. Hannah half-heartedly worked the farm during the day and found her fair share of trouble at night. After a few years with no other prospects on the horizon her parents sat her down and made her commit to something, anything, they’d pay for it if only she’d follow through. After a week of thought she decided to use their offer to go to art school in California with the promise that she’d graduate. 
She painted and drank and sculpted and felt at peace with the world. Every morning she woke with purpose, with a drive to create and put something meaningful into the world. To find a way to show others the love and beauty of God that she saw in all his creations. She went to a lot of parties, met a lot of men and a lot of women and they were all beautiful in their own way. Hannah threw herself into a toxic relationship that left her reeling in the aftermath, missing a semester to stay in an inpatient facility. It was here that she found her purpose, another lost soul watching her sketch with hesitant curiosity. Hannah encouraged the other woman to pick up a pencil herself and give it a try—draw the world how she saw it, in its entire ugly truth. 
Hannah returned to school and got a bachelors of science to pursue art therapy, and juggling the weight of studying and vying for spaces in local galleries left her little time to entwine herself in bad choices. Little, but just enough to get to know a tortured ex catholic that had been drawn to her showcase on religion and self image. The question they both desperately sought an answer for: am I enough for God? 
Hannah and Roman had been good to each other, if only in the beginning. Like many marriages theirs began to feel like a chore. He spent more and more time at work, and even at home he was never fully present. The sadness in his eyes hinting at the weight he was carrying. Maybe she should’ve expected as much when she married a cold case detective. She had to find something to fill the void Roman had created and that came in the form of a secret lover. He was young and attractive and made her feel seen. They’d snuck around together for a few months before Hannah realized she was pregnant, praying praying praying it was Roman’s, and ended the affair. The last thing she expected was to wake in the night 7 months later with her ex boyfriend by her side demanding to know if the kid was his. 
She died that night. It’s a fact, hospital record. Her heart stopped for four and a half long minutes. When she awoke from the induced coma a week later and realized her daughter was not inside her Hannah felt grief that wasn’t entirely quelled by the sight of little june in Roman’s arms. Those moments had been stolen from her, her body felt awkward and wrong. 
It was a hard recovery. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. Her faith wavered and Roman could not provide her the answers she needed. But she knew it was her pulling away from him that began this situation, so she gritted her teeth and went to therapy and let him sleep on the couch so he could be close but not too close. Roman did her a kindness and filled for divorce. She moved back home, her parents taking care of Hannah as much as they took care of June. She couldn’t be someone’s mother right now— she needed to be a girl again, sitting under the big trees and eating apples and sneaking off to skinny dip in the lake. 
It took a few years before she was able to be junes mother and a few more before she was ready to be an adult again. She took June and moved back to California, trying so hard to find a sense of normalcy. She started running art therapy sessions in the county jail, facing what scared her head on. She and June had returned to New Hampshire to celebrate her older sisters engagement when the situation in New York began to develop. 
Things happened so quickly from there. Outbreaks popped up throughout the country as the family attempted to plan their next move. Folks looking for shelter began to show up on the farm and brought trouble with them. Mama was bitten and daddy wouldn’t leave her side. With tears in her eyes Hannah left with her sister and June to her fiancées place in Martha’s Vineyard. They’d been able to ride out another few months there before fleeing survivors forced their way into the island. Her sister died, shot by some scavenger as the group attempted to flea with their neighbors on a boarding ship. 
And now here they are—floating, aimless, out of food and scared and trying to decide if they’d rather drown or starve. 
Pre Outbreak Occupation: Art Therapist Previous Zombie Experience: Her first encounter was watching her mother be attacked, the skin pulled from her neck like rubber as it stretched until it tore. She’s been terrified of them since and has run during subsequent encounters.  Marital Status: Divorced Children: June Drake - 6 Years Old Residence: Loft #708 Years residing at The Wexley: Post Outbreak New Arrival Connections:
Roman Drake - Ex Husband
Harper Jennings - Ex Sister in Law
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archeologyandart · 2 months ago
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#tiger #tigers #kaplan #animal #animals #wild animals #wild things #wild life #pics #art #landscape #scenery #nature #travel #amazing #aesthetic#beautiful photo#traveling#photagraphy
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anonymousgayrobot · 2 years ago
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he was so babygirl the whole movie
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carloskaplan · 1 year ago
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photographss-world · 6 months ago
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trump666traitor · 2 years ago
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gamescasey · 2 years ago
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The Sad Story of Overwatch 2
Long ago (2016), there was a massive online battle arena called Overwatch. This game was filled to the brim with character, excitement, lore, and love. With simple, objective-based combat and easy-enough to pick up characters, Overwatch quickly found a place in the heart of many, myself included. The opposite, however, can be said about the sequel, aptly named “Overwatch 2″. The expectations set by the first installment were high, sure, but the release and post-release of Overwatch 2 left such a sour taste in my mouth that I haven’t picked the game up again in months.
When Overwatch dropped, everyone and their brother picked it up. The simple fun of being able to play any character without worry of a composition or tactics is still one of the purest forms of fun I’ve experienced. Grab the controller, pick a cool character, go crazy. An Australian who lobs bombs, a ninja who lost his body, a teenage girl shouting cringe lines from her mech-suit, the list goes on and on. The head of Overwatch, Jeff Kaplan, stated in an interview that if there was a mechanic he thought “wasn’t fun” it wasn’t included in the game. Unlimited ammo, the ability to choose a different hero at any point in the game, and a hero pool that favored skillful play but allowed for players to be unskilled are all great examples of the emphasis on fun. Cosmetics were constantly flowing into the inventory, there was no ranked system in place yet, and cinematics streaming out to YouTube emphasized each character’s personality. The world was being built, and the expectations were being set for future iterations of the game.
The buildup to and post-release of Overwatch was a masterclass: cinematics that had me falling in love with Winston before I even picked up the controller, and an intense, “who is Sombra” mystery with hacked websites and teasers. Each new hero introduced was an expansion of the lore of the game, and I felt like a kid again waiting in anticipation for new content to be released for my favorite game. Overwatch handily won game of the year in 2016, and after winning “best ongoing game” in 2017, it seemed like Blizzard couldn’t be stopped. The reveal of Overwatch 2 in 2019 had me excited, even if the game wouldn’t be released for another three years.
The years following Overwatch’s release were not good to Blizzard. A surfaced lawsuit detailing the frat culture of the company, Jeff stepping down as head and face of Overwatch, and rumors (with eventual confirmation) that Microsoft would be buying out the studio kept the company busy. I’m not trying to give Blizzard an excuse, since it’s actually really easy to respect women and keep high-talent employees like Jeff. However, these are contributing factors to the downfall of the Overwatch franchise.
With no fun-first lead on the game, Overwatch 2 quickly announced some particularly anti-fun “features” that would be present in the next game. A battle pass that doesn’t refund it’s cost on completion (every other battle pass does this), a removal of cosmetic content flowing, and a delay on the co-op story mode created a perfect storm for the series. Overwatch ended updates in 2019 to free up bandwidth to work on the sequel, so the general assumption was that there would be several new maps, several new characters, and several new game modes. They had the base game finished, so all they needed to do was improve. 
The tragedy of Overwatch 2 began with the loading screen. On the day of release, the menu, games, and characters were all horribly buggy. Two hours into the login queue I decided to call it a day. We got three new characters after the three years of work: one tank, one support, and one DPS. After the game’s release, it quickly became clear that little to no time was spent balancing these characters, as they were over-tuned right out of the gate. Bastion was removed from the game for a few weeks as well, showing the lack of commitment to a large update. The “new” maps were primarily nighttime versions of legacy maps, with only a handful of legitimately new maps to compliment. The new Push game mode wasn’t fun. Full stop. If there are any fans of push out there I’m really sorry, but I can’t stand this game mode. This switch to free-to-play-but-with-a-battle-pass was frustrating for me. The point of the original release was that there would be no payments necessary to have fun, but now each new character is locked behind a paywall. 
Overwatch 2 stinks. It’s really sad, but it stinks. I was hoping for a push against the free to play culture that gaming is entrenched in, but in stead we got a game that goes with that flow and stays in line. I feel betrayed by my favorite game, and I wish I could return to 2016, when there was no concern with competition, composition, or balance. I just want my fun multiplayer game back.
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hatiragulzaman · 2 years ago
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Konuşandan deyil susandan korkacaksın.
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roughridingrednecks · 1 year ago
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Kaplan
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jasvvy · 1 year ago
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