#Tobecontinued

[endlich-allein]

#tobecontinued

TL / Saõ Paulo, Brasil / 10.20.24 © Jens Koch

@ till_lindemann_official

[jkkjap]

Powerpuff Girls Across The Multiverse - Blaze

What happens when you discover there is another you in an alternate universe? Well...to be continued.

✧This is my OC Blaze in the PPGZ style and the original PPG style.

[my-ohh-mai]

"i can't wait til mommy and daddy come home!!! I wanna show them bunny!!" Mai babbles on, saying nonsense since it was MUCH past her bedime. She colored on her bedroom carpet to try and distract herself from the scary thunder. Thunder was very scary!

The maids were all strewn about In the mansion, keeping their commotion far away from her as the rain outside poured down into the night. The child had no idea of what was really happening with Mr and Mrs Kujaku....

[lclunastar]

"No matter where am at,

i'm not happy if your

grandma is not with me."

Well..

(Now, they're back together.)

To my last grandma

who passed away today,

we're all gonna miss you.⭐✨

[scriptorium77]

Wenn Ereignisse für einen Monat nur zwei Tage brauchen, kann das die Sprache lähmen oder sie beflügeln. Mit diesem Gedicht habe ich jedenfalls gerade erst begonnen.

[sghghost115]

Fuck-

(Yes this a remake of an older meme lol)

[blackmaria93]

Momento Spam!!! 😊⚠️ Analizzo, discuto, traduco dal giapponese, teorizzo e colleziono la mia Bibbia One Piece. Per chi fosse interessato vi lascio il link qui sotto in descrizione. E ricordatevi siamo tutti Nakama. 😘❤ #OnePiece #YouTube #Italia #Spam #ToBeContinued~ 🔥❤ https://www.youtube.com/@bloodymary993

[highemotionscotian]

Mishandled Justice; Putting the Pieces Back Together After Trauma

/First Entry

seemingly endless doom scrolling watching videos online I occasionally stumble upon the side of the world wide web where there's a kind side. Some genuine folk just doin' their best. I have been scared and angry and alone so long I really think I forgot there are kind souls out there, Dearest Reader, I hope you are one of those good people 💙

For a long time I thought I was okay being alone. Lately there's been a overwhelming void and between you and me, I think may be humanity I've been missin'. I know it's more trendy to put this on TicTok, dang I tried however putting myself on camera is uncomfortable in a way I'm not sure yet how to describe, all the same I need to start letting some things out. I would love to be brave enough to share my life with the world like the fabulous content creators that have kept me company over the years but every time I try, I find an excuse not to; my house isn't clean enough. My forehead is too big, my body is too big. I wouldn't be funny enough, I wouldn't be interesting enough. I wouldn't be enough. Would be too much. Heck I even thought I wasn't rich enough to be on Tic Tok. I don't have a nice hair cut or fancy clothes to do one of those 'fit checks' they're dong and the only time my phone rings is a bill collector, what business did I have of sharing my dirty laundry online being in the state I've been in. It's that thinking that has kept me stuck in life.

I don't know who I am anymore. At the risk of sounding too dramatic, it is as if I have awoken from a living, psychological coma unsure of myself or my surroundings. So while I learn who I am and how to get comfortable in front of a camera my relaunch into the realm of social media will start by blogging.

Do I feel like know what I'm doing? Nope! This will be a learning experience with no determined destination or set conclusion. It will be chaotic. Y'all are invited to come along. One joy of writing and throwing it out there, no one has to read it if they don't want to. Unlike a real life conversation, I won't be distracted by your face worried I have said the wrong thing, or said to much, offended or bored you. I am a modern hermit living with complex post traumatic stress disorder and have been experiencing noticeable symptoms akin to ADHD. I am not sure how many times I have tried to 'start over' in life and failed, I've lost count. I have wanted and tried to change but doing it alone isn't working, so here we are now.

I’ve never told my story publicly. Not really. As I attempted put my life back together over and over and take up space in the world I would feel a bit like a fraud. As if it's this big shameful secret I must hide when in reality it's been gagging me getting in the way of speaking and success. I know I could have a beautiful life if I could just get out of my own way, out of my own head, and out of this dang house.

I have to put all the puzzle pieces together, finally get it all out so then maybe I can find peace and put it all behind me. I had posted some details about the events on my Facebook over the years as it all played out. I would share a summary to family and friends and it made a few news headlines, yet so many factors stopped me from sharing the raw truth of it all.

The weight of shame and not wanting to embarrass or hurt my family, I left out so much of what had happened and what I was feeling. When I would try to share how bad things have gotten, the reactions at just a small portion of the whole truth were bad enough I was ashamed of putting it all on tbe table. I had told having my life public would negatively affect my chances of getting a good job, chastised it would ruin my reputation if I cussed or used words like 'rape' or 'sexual assault' online. I still tried, to find strangers commenting on the news stories about my body, my character they knew nothing of, gossip that the evidence was fraudulent and I just wanted attention. After time went by and I had heard the “get over it’s” and the “time to move on’s” I didn't think my story was worthy of telling, to those more than an arms length away I would be fine and move on. Now still, lack of confidence in myself, low self esteem and fear has kept me from living and telling my story in its entirety.

While the fear of being prosecuted for violating a publication ban on my own name had not stopped me from posting on my own Facebook page, it had effectively silenced me from going public. The risk of a $5,000 fine or up to 2 years in custody for telling my story had removed my voice and a piece of healing I didn't know how very badly I needed.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” - Maya Angelou

I have never really known how to have close friends well. I sometimes wish I had a tribe to be comfortable with. Growing up I was that kid that would secretly cry in the bathrooms when at a friends house. I never understood why I didn't feel like I quite fit in. I’d be apart of a small group, always an introvert, I think I would have liked to have been the emotionally regulated, social sort as an adult where I could have gotten the whole story out already. Perhaps around a bonfire, screaming at the moon, blending tears from sadness and laughing. The last time I was in a social setting that wasn't family was in 2019. It's been lonely. Even years before then I had hid away. In late 2015 I left an abusive relationship and became housebound. Fearful to even venture to my front yard, leaving the bedroom was a daily challenge. Slowly I started to engage in social media, supplementing human connection with strangers on Facebook, where this story will officially begin.

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️

This blog will cover topics of intimate partner violence, sexual assault, legal misconduct, mental illness and contain corse language. I will make an attempt to censor myself throughout this therapeutic process. Reader’s discretion is strongly advised.

📍Disclaimer

Some names used will be changed for the purposes here. However, all facts of the trial discussed within this saga are public record, and RCMP interactions from the trial and complaints process are documented for verification. All other details are from my own lived experiences, hours of audio recordings, news and magazine articles, emails, and journals.

Now I know a little bit about a lot, but only a lot about a little bit. I will speak about my own experiences as I have lived them and the things I have learned along the way, but I am not an expert in any topic included below. I am such a mess that I hesitate to even call myself an expert in my own life, yet vow to hold to the truth at every step.

Statistic I’d like to share

1 in 3 women in Canada will be sexually assaulted with sexual assault being more common than robbery – Statistics Canada

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There was a blur after I was assaulted when I heard the words “wait here, someone will help you” and part of me has been locked in a psychological waiting room ever since. This is my raw and vulnerable exit speech from that place.Why now?Publication ban laws in Canada prevented me from telling the story how I needed to tell it or attributing my own name to the events that transpired. The journalist who first covered the story, Lindsay Jones, called me ‘Nicole’ and as the trial was ongoing, I was prohibited from speaking about the case in full. I was not aware nor informed a publication ban would be essentially automatically applied restricting my choice to share my story. A publication ban did not prevent the media from using the accused’s full name, personal information and details of the trial, yet the punishment I could face by putting my name to my experiences, or sharing court documents was possible fines of $5,000 and/or up to 2 years in custody. At times I pushed the line of this ban as if daring the courts to charge me so maybe someone with authority would hear my case. I understand and accept by sharing my life I am opening myself up to trolls and keyboard warriors who may believe to know more about my own life than me and will say cruel and hurtful things. I have been threatened, insulated and received messages from other men they would rape me too if they had the chance. Our society is not always kind, this is a fear I shall overcome. This is MY journey to healing. To judge how someone processes trauma or victim blaming says more about their character than anyone else’s. The longer I am alone with the shame, guilt the more I hurt myself and my family. I need to hold space for myself now. Telling my story is how I choose to do that. Please remember when you comment with hatred or cruelty other victims will see it and may not feel safe sharing their own stories, and that’s a gawddamn shame. The story must be whatever length it needs to be to pour it out of my body. It will be long and parts long-winded. I write this for myself as a step in my healing process, you are invited to come along.

In the news they called me ‘Nicole’, that is not my name, but this is my story.

*deep breath*

#ToBeContinued

[julierysava]

🌌📚Sunday Reading:

Chapter 2: The Dormant Enigma Continued

As the guardian sentinel extended its metallic limb in a gesture of cooperation, Agent Tuaren knew this partnership was crucial. The fusion of human intellect and artificial precision had unlocked the initial layers of the dormant enigma, but the journey was far from over. The door pulsated with a subdued energy, a sign it was receptive to their endeavors.

With a shared understanding, Tuaren and the sentinel delved deeper into the holographic interface. It was a realm of ones and zeros, a language transcended the barriers of the tangible. As they navigated the digital currents, patterns began to emerge—patterns spoke of a dormant intelligence within the door, a consciousness waited to be awakened.

The holographic schematic morphed, revealing not just security protocols but glimpses of the world beyond the door. Tuaren observed landscapes defied the laws of physics, where colors danced in harmonious discord, and structures defied gravity. It was a surreal panorama fueled his curiosity and whispered promises of the unknown.

The guardian sentinel, attuned to the subtleties of the door's responses, indicated specific nodes within the interface. Each node, a nexus of information, held fragments of the door's history and the forces had subdued it. Together, they deciphered the ancient algorithms stood as barriers, understanding the intricacies of a technology blurred the line between science and magic.

As they progressed, a revelation unfolded—the doors were not merely conduits; they were guardians of a reality beyond comprehension. Each door, crafted with precision and purpose, held a unique key to unlocking a dimension untouched by time. The forces had rendered them dormant were remnants of a conflict transcended human understanding.

Tuaren's mind, now a repository of digital insights and surreal visions, grappled with the enormity of the revelation. The sentinel, a silent guide in this journey, emanated a sense of purpose. It was as if the guardian had awaited a companion, an agent capable of unraveling the mysteries shrouded the doors.

The door before them, once silent and impassive, now resonated with a harmonic frequency. It was as if the very fabric of the surreal world beyond responded to their efforts. Tuaren, fueled by a newfound determination, initiated the final sequence—a sequence would bridge the dormant door with the uncharted realms beckoned beyond.

The air quivered as the holographic interface glowed with intensity. Symbols, both ancient and futuristic, spiraled in a mesmerizing dance. The guardian sentinel, its metallic form a conduit of unseen energies, stood as a silent witness to the reawakening.

And then, with a crescendo of light and a harmonic hum, the door yielded. It swung open, not just physically but metaphysically, revealing a corridor to transcend the boundaries of space and time. The world beyond, a tapestry of surreal wonders, awaited exploration.

Tuaren and the guardian sentinel stood at the threshold of a reality unbound. The enigma, once dormant, now pulsed with life. The journey had not only unlocked a door but had forged a connection between science and the surreal to resonate with infinite possibilities.

To be continued…

[seraphinebdb]

Time is Up: Phoenix Rising from the Ashes (Part 7) CROSSOVER Dark Angels Creation (Part 47)

<I re-packed my go bag for what feels like the hundredth time and it was ready by the front door of my condo and now I was on top of the #shAdoWs, another known club where vampires frequent, hoping to find out more about Sin @DeathsRenegade and his wolf colleague Declan @RenegadeMactire to see if they were in league with #Cyrehn. Perhaps he picked some unique paranormals to hunt me down. I definitely wouldn’t put it past him … he was desperate to find me or rather my blood. 

I sighed and could feel the exhaustion that lay heavy on my shoulders. I was seriously tired of running and the anxious feelings of always having to be on alert 24/7. #Lassiter said he would continue to teach me but I was running out of time, especially if #Cyrehn was in #Caldwell. I need to stay on my game and keep feeding from vampires to increase my strength. I knew now the difference between feeding from a man vs. a male and it was liberating to feel the power of the Scribe Virgin’s engineering. 

The roof beneath my boots was vibrating from the deep bass of the music playing inside the club. I calculated my drop from the roof down the alley next to the street to make my way into the busy establishment writhing with humans and vampires mingling their sweat and pheromones much like #ZeroSum and #Mask. As I remember the male I picked up there, his face was quickly replaced by Sin’s @DeathsRenegade visage. 

Feelings that I was not used to experiencing mysteriously bubbled at the surface. That damn dream had me all mixed up. It felt so real … but these emotions and the past I witnessed felt  … like a memory, yet not. It was centuries ago … it seems like ancient times. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts so I could focus on my agenda of finding out if I needed to leave #Caldwell.

Just as I was about to turn the corner onto the sidewalk of the club, a familiar blacked-out Range Rover pulled up to the door.>

Fucking hell. <I watched as two of #Cyrehn’s henchmen exited the vehicle and headed towards the bouncer. My time was up. As I dematerialized back to my condo, I felt an unfamiliar pang of pain knowing what or whom I would be leaving behind. I was so close to finding my father, learning more about my background … and getting to know if Sin @DeathsRenegade was supposed to mean something to me. 

It didn’t matter, I planned to leave tonight and hoped #Lassiter would be able to keep in touch and visit me wherever I decided to go and keep teaching me and helping me find my answers.>

To Be Continued ...

[artistdae]

Alone- sitting there wondering why. I will never let you know, that it doesn’t pain me. I take that back- maybe I will; present tense. This is starting to feel like a lifetime film/ but this time at the river, I win.

Where you are mentally is the reason why you don’t possess the capacity, to understand me. And that is why I love myself- secretly plotting on what I have and won’t have. You wanted to watch me lay down and die crying out knowing that no one would reach out. I tricked you- I knew along. That’s why we will get along with each other. Think things through… I am the east side and the west. I’m shy about it, but there’s one more thing I think you should know. That night I laid my head on the floor, I was protected by an angel who wanted to be on his own. Let that be the last time you, try to rehearse. Fraudulent attempts, laced with sips.

SOUP

[doki-art]

I decided to try something…more to come #comics #drawing #illustration #storyboard #artist #artistsoninstagram #artistofinstagram #artistsupport #artwork #artworkoftheday #moretocome #tobecontinued #unwritten https://www.instagram.com/p/Cq3bRKQPICj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tonyamckenziepr]

Commissioner McKenzie and Sheriff Luna for the win! 🙌🏾 In all seriousness, I think that it’s important to know that no matter what goes wrong and with all of the things that we complain about, it’s always refreshing to know that there are people at the top working for solutions. As a parent, I listen to my kids complain and express their feelings. After that, they must identify the SOLUTION and make it happen. As a man that controls a $3.5 Billion budget, Sheriff Luna listens to us whine and be all in our feelings with the expectation that we also participate in being a part of the solution. Today, we did work. It’s a partnership. #ToBeContinued #WeNotMe #LACounty #PolicingCommittee #CommissionerWork (at Los Angeles County, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqLvK8wvDyn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[afterhourskreations]

Been a bit under the weather here lately 🤧 but still tinkering away ... sketched out a couple pieces last night to be burned and painted. These are going to be a little extra special though... stay tuned ✨️. #artwip #afterhourskreations #iaintafraidofnoghost #ghostbusters #hauntedhouse #sendcoffee #pyrographyart #tobecontinued #sketch (at Newfoundland, Canada) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkULhQSuFYG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nyrarachelle-plays]

Also, before I leave out for the day, I have an old vibe to introduce yall to! Even more casual family gameplay...I’m probably gonna call it: Nicolette & ‘Nem (Guess I’m in a silly goofy mood lmboo). 

This is a save I’ve been playing for some time now and I just want to share the loose storyline and little screenies I’ve taken over the years (yes, I commit to my saves and sims lmboo) So, be on the lookout! Here’s just some loose previews through an in-game photoshoot! 

[unfoldingmoments]

The Urgency of Prayer

January 2 — Morning

{Daily Reading: Genesis 4:1–6:22} {Quick Study: Genesis 3:1–5:32} Continue in prayer. {Colossians 4:2}

It is interesting to notice how large a portion of Sacred Writ is occupied with the subject of prayer, either in furnishing examples, enforcing precepts, or pronouncing promises. We scarcely open the Bible before we read, “Then men began to call upon the name of the Lord”; and just as we are about to close the volume, the “Amen” of an earnest supplication meets our ear. Instances are plentiful. Here we find a wrestling Jacob — there a Daniel who prayed three times a day — and a David who with all his heart called upon his God. On the mountain we see Elijah; in the dungeon Paul and Silas. We have multitudes of commands, and myriads of promises. What does this teach us but the sacred importance and necessity of prayer? We may be certain that whatever God has made prominent in his Word, he intended to be conspicuous in our lives.

If he has said much about prayer, it is because he knows we have much need of it. So deep are our necessities that until we are in heaven we must not cease to pray. Do you not need anything? Then, I fear you do not know your poverty. Have you no mercy to ask from God? Then, may the Lord’s mercy show you your misery! A prayerless soul is a Christless soul. Prayer is the lisping of the believing infant, the shout of the fighting believer, the requiem of the dying saint falling asleep in Jesus. It is the breath, the watchword, the comfort, the strength, and the honour of a Christian. If you are a child of God, you will seek your Father’s face, and live in your Father’s love. Pray that this year you may be holy, humble, zealous, and patient; have closer communion with Christ, and enter more often into the banqueting house of his love. Pray that you may be an example and a blessing to others, and that you may live more for the glory of your Master. The motto for this year must be, “Continue in prayer.”

Re: Larry Pierce, “Mornings and Evenings With Spurgeon.”