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[unethicaljournalist]

Strange Occurrences in the “Abandoned” Maxwel Estate?

The Maxwel Estate, a once beautiful home, has fallen to ruble in recent years to unknown causes. The Maxwel family was well known within the community, though had gone silent suddenly 8 years ago.

Searches had been called off after finding no signs of the family. Statements that they had simply moved away were the last official information released about the beloved home.

They had become forgotten by most, and those who knew them personally held events and let the attachments with the missing family free.

Though not all wanted to let go of the memories. People go missing shockingly frequently, but to disappear withough a single trace is quite strange. This led people to theorize and hunt for clues about the Maxwels.

The abandoned house has become of high interest to internet mystery forums. Some have even braved the building itself.

Many reports have recounted strange sights and noises around the building. Anonymous accounts have mentioned experiencing hallucinations while inside.

One anonymous investigator mentioned an experience going inside the building.

“I had slipped in through a window in the back. It was wide open and I just crawled in. I heard something calling out, it sounded like a child at first, I couldnt really make out what it was saying. I went to go find the kid and help them out but after a while it just became silent. Eventually the sound got louder and turned into animalistic screaming. I thought maybe something in the air was tripping me out but I am certain of what I saw next. I saw some strange figure, it was alive. It smelled like alcohol cleaners, a super intense smell. And when I saw it I was just terrified, It was super big. It didnt have the body of anything I recognized, no animal I’ve ever heard of. It looked slimy and wet, it left a weird black trail behind it.  I know some of my memories are a little foggy from that night, the dust really got to my head, but that was so clear. I couldnt go any further through the house, I just left as fast as I could.”

Many responded with similar notes, the strong chemical cleaner smell, the sound of a crying child, (some noted it sounded more animalistic, often saying like a cat or dog), and one user mentioning they also saw the black liquid on the flooring.

Some people believe this might be the Maxwel’s, though it sounds quite outlandish, they have reasoning to support their claim. 

In an interview with a family friend of the Maxwes, they mentioned their child, around the age of 4, “had been sick a few weeks before the disappearance.”

When asked about the sickness, she refused to explain further, other than “His crying was always so panicked, he could never get any words out.”

Despite her refusal to comment, her husband had a different statement.

When asked about the child’s illness, he stated “I was never around the kid that much, but I hung out with [Mrs. Maxwel.] She stopped coming over after a while. She was always coughing up some dark red stuff, was almost black most [of] the time.”

People on online forums had found these interviews and noticed a connection. A mention of a childs panicked crying and an inability to speak, paired with a black liquid found on the floors and walls were not just a coincidence to these people. 

They believe the Maxwel family is still inside this home, and something is gravely wrong.

This mystery is unsolved, but certainly captured the interest of many. If any information regarding this is known, we ask it be reported.

Creator notes 

If anyone wants to interact with this post through additional reports or theories, I encourage it. This is a roleplay blog, so any interaction is appreciated.

[pyunberu]

HALLO! MAY THIS GHOSTLY ZOMPUP IDOL REQUEST A PROMO? 🧼🐾

heyo! my name's zion, and this is my humble blog, bubblpuppi! i'm a sadako style ghost but i'm also a zombie puppy boy! i have dreams of becoming a vtuber idol and plan on practicing my life as one here! i'm intersex, transmascfem, monachoric, and sapphillean! mask by z0mb1tch!

used to be @canecorset but i moved!

i do mogai terms / flags, npts, playlists, tumblr layouts, rentry graphics, pngs, dividers, userboxes, carekits, phone wallpapers / lockscreens, 'n dark skin edits! no dni particularly but basic stuff applies + anti mspec labels.. :3c

tag list! : @doll-mine, @rabidbatboy, @rwuffles, @winecovered, @disrealities, @sakuraprinc, @bloodigutz, @anxiousmaid, @herrscherofmemories, @rookmeo, @ipcventurine, @fyodabi, @motherlove, ++ anyone who wants to!

[beneaththetangles]

To Himmel, the Human (A Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End Monologue)

To be Christlike is to reflect the characteristics of God. As Christians seek to emulate Him, it’s all too easy, though, to forget about God’s creativity, about his power to inspire us to make art—to create something original. On Beneath the Tangles, however, this is at the very heart of what we do; we look at anime, an art form that inspires us, and use that inspiration to create writing, illustrations, videos, and other creative pieces. Whether we speak directly of Christ or not in these works, being inspired, enjoying beauty, and then creating are godly activities themselves.

One of the most inspiring anime of recent years (and I would say ever) is the fantasy series, Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End. I’ve explained in my reviews of the series that its major theme is that friendship can transform our hearts (a Christian theme if there ever was one!), most specifically shown in how Himmel the Hero’s kind nature changes the cold Frieren into a warm and loving woman.

Today, our artist, Zion, inspired by Frieren, presents a piece she drew, a monologue she wrote, and her reading of that monologue. We hope it in turn inspires you to continue the godly work of enjoying creation and perhaps to do some work of your own

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[sassafrasmoonshine]

Margaret Bloy Graham, illustrator – Gene Zion, author • No Roses for Harry • Harper & Row, publisher • 1958

Originally published in black and white in 1956 and 1958, it both books were reprinted in 2002 with splashes of color added by the original artist.

Margaret Bloy Graham, illustrator – Gene Zion, author • Harry, the Dirty Dog • Harper & Brothers, publisher • 1956

[ecnmatic]

[cailemp3]

carobenito -> cailemp3

[fallauween]

Cascading Color by Zachary Gertsch

Via Flickr: Archangel Falls in the backcountry of Zion National Park, Utah

[heshemejoshi]

i think a lot about this lately bc i feel lonely on this heavy US-centric website lol but. if you are latine and follow me i am going to follow you back <3 i feel like i don't have enough mutuals from latam added on here.. if you follow me for a long time and are also latine please reply to this post so i know who you are!

[visite-the-place01]

Zion National Park Weather

Nestled in the heart of southwestern Utah, Zion National Park stands as a testament to the breathtaking beauty of nature. From towering red sandstone cliffs to lush green canyons, this park is a haven for outdoor enthusiasts and nature lovers alike. One crucial aspect that shapes the experience of visitors is the Zion National Park weather. In this comprehensive guide, we will delve into various facets of Zion National Park, covering key information, popular spots, adventure types, accommodations, healthcare facilities, accessibility, and the park’s overall popularity.

Zion National Park Overview

Zion National Park, established in 1919, encompasses over 230 square miles of pristine wilderness. The park is renowned for its dramatic landscapes, which include the iconic Zion Canyon, Kolob Canyons, and various mesas, buttes, and slot canyons. The Virgin River winds through the park, creating a diverse ecosystem that supports a wide range of flora and fauna.

Zion National Park Weather

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[heritageposts]

large zionist blocklist below

i've compiled a list of all the blogs positively interacting with the @/israel-palestine-bingo blog

there's more info about how the names were complied under the read more, but just to get an idea of how vile the blog is, i just want to quickly mention that the first prize offered in their pinned post, "eight hours of memi mamtera," is the song used in the viral israeli tiktok trend of kidnapping, humiliating, and torturing palestinians in the west bank.

and the "grand prize," which needs no explanation, is "all of palestine! for free!"

some quick info: all the names here have either approvingly replied to, reblogged from, or liked one or more of @/israel-palestine-bingo's posts. for likes, i've only gathered names that appear under their original posts; mostly ones that have not been reblogged, and some with 2-3 reblogs that have not left the immediate sphere of zionists. i've also made sure that these are blogs who have either liked more than one posts from them, or who frequently reblogs from other zionists.

you can also quickly look through the blog yourself (it doesn't have that many posts), or check out any of the names on the list with a quick 'israel' or 'palestine' in the search bar or their blogs.

there are more screenshots at the end of the posts, including ones showing who made the blog (ani-lo-daredevil / katenotbishop), and the bingo board itself (ashenpumpkin).

blocking tip: fastest way to mass block users (on desktop) is to go to settings -> the blog your blocking them from -> scroll all the way down to 'blocked tumblrs,' and then copy-paste the name your blocking

names listed below in alphabetical order reminder again, block don't engage

2peachy acleverforgery ani-lo-daredevil apollo-enthusiast ashenpumpkin <- credited for making the bingo board, reblogged/liked almost all of their posts. aureatecorvid avi-on-jumblr (main @/clear-what-i-was-seeing) awstheticshit bambahalva bleepiesheepie bluenorther blueredfetch bones-and-crows britneysmeanshirt cannibalism-is-my-love-language captain-navii casavanse celepito chubbybubba ciitrus--fruitz coffeelovinggayidiot da-socks davos-is-the-one-true-king dchan87 disregardenedgnostic elder-millennial-of-zion faggotry-enjoyer fdelopera flowercrownsandfairylights fluffel677 fluffy-art-moss george-lucas-is-god got-chavi icereader12 illegitimatetenenbaum inklingm8 its-hila jewishlivesmatter just-illegal karinhasdacookie

katenotbishop <- the main account of the person running the blog. her sideblog is @/ani-lo-daredevil

kelluinox kingofslush letaot-ze-magniv lingonberryjamistakenwhat lovelyhairedpianist magic-coffee marrymepadfoot marvel-ous-posts masters-puddle <- pornblog mixmangosmangoverse morganas-simp mossadspydolphin multifandermissesanakin nameless370 namiko026 nevleg32 notcrazyiswear oakstar519 perfectlynormalperson psychologeek queerius randomname3 redvodyanoi rhysaka sally006 sbinklebooper scp-1296 shinekocreator <- commented, 'but is this the 8 hour version?' on a post where someone ''won'' the song used in the tiktok torture videos. snakelung sort-of-a-demon soxiyy stuffandatherstuff tearsandice tedious-waffle thebejeweledwatercat the-library-alcove thirdmagic thisgingerhasnosoul timegirl tolaat-bli-toelet <- the person running the bingo blog. mainblog is @/katenotbishop transmascpetewentz tribulation-of-somnolence unexistencerpg viktorrotkiv wanderingmadscientist whiterose-blackrose whitesunlars why5x5

note: @/tolaat-bli-toelet changed her username to @/ani-lo-daredevil (her main is still @/katenotbishop)

and from the same post,

the last post was also reblogged by the creator of the israel-palestine-bingo blog

[unethicaljournalist]

hello tumblr... how do i tell my friend this is INSANE???

yes he lives in the middle of nowhere...

[wastedlands]

it's a strange thing, hearing his name spoken. something stirs up in his chest. maybe he could have explained it once, related it to something else, conjuring up the expression on another's face as they said it. would they be proud? concerned? scared? she's smiling as she speaks and so it can't be that bad. ashley shifts in his seat but glancing up at her, the corners of his lips curl up ever so.

disposition quickly turns serious again when @exiler asks her next question, a heavy sigh working up through their body. his eyes fall to his lap again, bright yellow of the gloves almost stinging. ❛ couple years now. ❜ it started after the storm, because of course it started after the storm. they don't get why being bit by lightning would have done this. another aspect of the curse, sure, but it's always nagged them. ❛ it didn't come all at once though. ❜ ashley continues with a sniff. ❛ started to feel more tired earlier, kinda tired sleep don't fix. kept getting worse until i started sleeping when i don't mean to. ❜ [ cont. ]

[writermuses]

c, d, p, t - rhett, sol and zion

Sexy A B C's

C ─ Condoms. Do they use them ?  Do they have a preference ( color, flavour, etc… ) ? Have they ever had an accident ?  Would they continue anyway, if they’ve forgotten/run out of them ?

Rhett - Responsible Rhett, probably always has condoms and if they're not using them then that's because they ran out... but also now that she's in the house, he's being less serious about it. He's finna lock that woman down.

Solena - She's only been with one person and was tested since, but she also has an IUD because girl has a post-grad 5 year plan and babies don't fit into it. She'll think about it in 3 more years

Zion - *makes a joke about there not being condoms big enough* jkjkjk... If he's had an accident no Baby Momma hasn't found him yet, but he'd take care of them (all of mine would - at minimum - pay child support)

D ─ Dreams. A wet dream my muse has had about yours, and whether they’d want to make it come true.

Rhett - He takes melatonin to sleep. Otherwise, he'll have night terrors. No sexy dreams for him... just sexy shower wanks mentally replaying the sessions they've had 😂

Solena - All the hoe thoughts that have cropped up every time she looks at him just play out in her dreams. ALL OF THEM and Sol definitely doesn't know she talks in her sleep, so I'm sure this will make her staying over there interesting if he ever figures out what she's saying in Italian. Though I'm sure anyone could figure it out when she's moaning his name.

Zion - I honestly don't think he thought about crossing the line with Kaia until they did. He's just a flirty, cuddly guy. Afterward? Definitely dreamt about and it was probably just cuddle dreams that turned into hoe thoughts like waking up and she didn't slip out in the middle of the night and having lazy morning cuddly sex. Big softy vibes from this guy.

P ─ Public. Have they ever done it in public ?  Were they caught ?  Do they have a favourite public place to do it ?

Rhett - Outdoors, in his book, isn't really 'public'. He's never been caught but enjoys sex under the stars on camping outings.

Solena - She hasn't but she's open to it with the right person and, with her luck, they're probably getting busted.

Zion - Done it when he was on drugs and was definitely caught. He 11/10 does not recommend and really can't picture himself getting that desperate for a lay again.

T ─ Turn ons & offs. What do they do to turn each other on ?  Is there something the other does that turns them off ?  Have they told them about it ?

Rhett - on: playing with his hands, off: touching his feet

Solena - on: getting pulled onto her partners lap... let the horny wiggles begin, off: touching the back of someone else's neck in front of her... that's doghouse behavior (girl had a shitty ex)

Zion - on: when they're cuddling and she just starts snapping the band of his sweats/boxers because she wants attention, off: brat behavior

[twilight-resonance]

And So It Ever Goes

Well, I have once again fallen into the trap of not journaling regularly and sliding into a hole of all the bad things that happen to my general wellbeing when I don’t do that, so we’re here trying to rectify that. I am sitting here on a rainy day in the mostly-dark, bundled up in a cloak to stay warm; and we’re going to see what we can say that might part some of the internal cloud cover.

I’m not doing okay. Haven’t been since October, really. I knew going into this year that I was going to need to be going to therapy regularly in order to stay sane in this job, but I’d had a few not-great experiences with my current one by about that time and didn’t want to keep seeing them. So here we are, several months later, and I’m doing absolute dogshit. The worst part is, it crept up slowly; I didn’t think in October that things were getting bad- just weird - but by early-mid November it became clear that things were in fact getting bad and had started about then. So it snuck up on me. So now I’m trying to find a new therapist because it has become abundantly clear that I would rather do nothing than go see my old one, and we’re... doing our best in the meantime.

It’s just... so isolating, this job. Don’t get me wrong, I love working with the kids and with my assistant, and the staff at the schools have all been very supportive; but at the end of the day, I wish I had an actual colleague to talk to. Someone that I can compare notes with and collaborate with, and say “hey, are you seeing this trend in players?” and “here’s this neat game I came up with, want to workshop it some?” and “how did you handle this kid, and can you tell me anything about what you’re seeing on your end?”. But see, that’s the trouble of doing a job that’s so niche. There are... four people in the world total who can do what I do the way I do it, and only one other who can do it on my same level. And it just so happens that they’re the one person in the world that I can’t talk to, about any of it. And it really fucking sucks. 

Brings up a lot of feelings too, of course. Like I said some posts ago, I think - long drives too and from, and lots of time to have all kinds of unresolved thoughts and feelings swelling up and swirling about. I watched Treasure Planet twice in a row the other day, and that sort-of helped work through some of those. But I need to actually have someone help me work through it, better than that. It was something, but it’s better than nothing.

Creative burnout is... only as much a problem as it is because of the feelings. I am doing so much better on the writing and storytelling and creative expression fronts than I was a year ago - in that I can do this at all, even if it is perpetually in my ZPD. Yes, once upon a time being endlessly creative and having the stamina for that was not a problem; but what happened happened, and we’re still working on regrowing into whatever shape we can. It’s definitely taking a toll on me, though. The big one that would help is more creative input - new stories, learning new things, new activities, new games, etc - but because of the aforementioned emotional toll, I don’t have energy to do any of those new things that would be good for me creatively. So I come home, do the easy things because it’s better than doing nothing, and fall further.

Like I said: don’t get me wrong. It’s not wrong that - as one of Hearthsnail’s co-workers said - this is my dream job, and I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. It does present me some unique challenges though. The last month or so has been particularly rough. Which has been tiring in its own way, because the emotional stamina it takes to wrangle the feelings... Just one more compounding factor.

So yes, I’m tired. Spiritually, truthfully, more than anything else. But that’s nothing new. We just carry on, as we always do.

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We went to Zion National Park for Hearthsnail’s birthday. Long drive out, but well worth it. Absolutely gorgeous, for one; and such a different landscape than we’re used to. Naturally, he and I spent large portions of the time nerding out about geology shit, because thinking about the formation of the canyon and what was happening contemporary to each of the rock layers and how geology in our area and Zion share some common bedrock (so to speak) and so on was a lot of fun. Lots of interesting stuff. Otherwise, too, it just did us some good to be out in nature for a few days and walking around and exercising and getting some intellectual fresh soil.

It was cold. We’d come prepared with a thicker sleeping bag, and it still wasn’t enough. I slept each night in layers, a blanket, and a hat. That’s what you get for camping in the desert in basically winter, of course, but I still wish we had warmer clothes in the first place. Like, at all in our wardrobes. Again, still well-worth it. Speaking of clothes and worth it, what we had done was get Hearthsnail some actual hiking boots instead of his Vans, and that made a huge difference in how willing he is to tackle longer or more strenuous hikes. He was talking about them all trip, and I think were definitely a good thing.

We also went to Bryce canyon for one of the days while we were there. My only memory of it is also in the wintertime, from a road trip my family did to visit my grandparents; we stopped for maybe half an hour to look at all the orange spires covered in snow, and so that’s my memory of the place. Sure enough, there was plenty of snow on the ground the day we went, too. I was so happy driving up through Dixie Forest, and had Hearthsnail stop the car so that we could get out and play in the snow. Once we were there, we actually hiked down into the canyon, too; almost didn’t make it back up before dark, especially with my asthma and his discomfort with heights kicking in, but we made it. Honestly though, if I had to pick a favorite part, it was the drive to and back from Zion. Something about the landscape and the clouds and the snowswept plateau really captured my imagination.

Poetry came back while we were there. I started a couple different poems, in a way I haven’t done since Before. Small things, and unfinished, but there at all; and it was good (”and God said, ‘let there be Light’ - and there was light, and it was good”).

(Again, don’t get me wrong - I’m not Christian, nor religious in that way. I think I feel sometimes that which Christians call god and which my strictly atheist friends don’t seem to see or feel, but I wouldn’t call it god. God is too small a word for what it is. Nevertheless, the sentiment still echoes.)

Speaking of light, fire was the last thing. I didn’t realize til this trip that I’m used to building fires with a particular kind of wood, so when I was faced with a wood that behaved very differently, it was a challenge to wrangle the fire and keep it from going out. I almost killed it once or twice the first night we had a fire, which I never do. I did learn what it needed - to be packed closer together and with more fuel altogether than I’m used to - but I went through four bundles of wood figuring it out. Not great economical conditions for cooking in, which is unfortunate because we’d finally gotten a dutch oven for campfire cooking and I wanted to try it out. We cooked one meal - that night - and didn’t cook much of anything else while we were there. Just snacked, and went into town for big meals because Springdale is very much set up for that.

It was a good trip. Like I said, good for both of us. We missed Thanksgiving because we spent the day driving back, so we cooked Thanksgiving food at the beginning of this week and have been enjoying it immensely. Thanksgiving food is the best.

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Before we went to Zion, we’d been trying to get a fair amount of practice hiking in. One part to break in Hearthsnail’s new shoes before we were actually on the trip, and one part to get even slightly more in shape before we arrived. Neither of us has been in good shape for a while, and it would have sucked to get there and not been able to do much of anything hikes-wise.

So we got to a point where we were ready to do a trial run of a much longer hike, and thusly took a friend to one of our favorite hiking spots nearby. This friend I will give the usename Squigglefolk for lack of another name. This particular hike is one that we’ve never finished before - only stopped about halfway - but is always interesting because it passes through so many different environments and varied geology and some special added-in human features too. We figured Squigglefolk would enjoy it and we’d been wanting to invite them to come do something with us anyway, so that was the pick.

It was a good trial run. In addition to the shoes, we were also testing out our new hiking pack and how much food and water we could/should carry. It was a lot of fun. A relatively quiet day - windy and cloudy and quiet, and I think it repelled a lot of folks - and it was fun just all climbing around and talking and sharing together. 

We did eventually reach the end of the trail. Clearly not many folks do; most of them must turn back where we usually do, because the trail further out was overgrown and littered with logs and rivulets and, towards the end, almost disappeared entirely. The end of the trail was really cool, though - it was this just blasted volcanic landscape, and it looked like Mordor with a better view. I wish we’d had more time to spend up there - gotten there earlier and eaten our lunch there and had more time to explore - but we weren’t up there long when something in the weather turned and I had the sense that we needed to go back now.

Glad we turned back when we did. The wind picked up and it got dark fast - it was just shy of full darkness by the time we reached back from the car, and we had to be wary of falling trees knocked over by the wind on the way back. To say nothing of big animals that tend to come out at twilight, and keeping an eye for those. We were all exhausted on the way back, especially on a particularly punishing uphill section - but we made it. Got some warm drinks once we were out of the mountains and listened to silly music, courtesy of Squigglefolk. It was a good day, and we all had a good time. We might have to go back again all together sometime.

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There have maybe been a few other things here and there. Doctor’s appointments, game days, elections, and the otherwise ceaseless turn of chores and tasks. Running D&D for Hearthsnail’s coworkers has been a lot of fun, and probably the thing that’s been most fun for me to run of all the things I’m doing right now. We don’t play often, but it’s always good when we do. I also took over running D&D on the weekends for Hearthsnail’s sister-and-brother-in-law’s crew - so I’ve been running Multiversal here and there as well. D&D before that was fun too, as is being able to be a player for a bit. More things to run, though, which stretches me ever-thinner. 

Our save-the-dates are almost done. Just gotta get them stamped and mailed out. Oughta do that sooner over later, if we can. Sometime in the midst of it all.

Anyway. I’m sleepy. And I have other work to do. I’m going to move along, as one does, and see what else I can get done. And so it ever goes. 

[thepoeticfox]

Same view from the room of our hotel room, little over 12 hours apart.