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uni-linked-verse · 2 years

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Finally, Twili's time!

Games; Twilight Princess

Name; Reginald Link, Hero of Twilight

Nicknames; Twili (preferred), Reggie (only by Majora, Malon, and Sailor), Wolfeboro/Wolfe (Unknowning to the rest it's him), Hillbilly

Pronouns & Gender; They/Him, Genderqueer Demimasc

Age; 25

Height; 5'9

Defining Features/Traits; Tattoo on hip (never shown to others) same as on hip in wolf. Can understand animals, in both human and wolf (better wolf than human). Cannot whistle for the life of him. Scar on left wrist from the chain.

Skin Tone & Reasoning; Honey. I feel like they would be naturally darker skinned, but not completely dark. Plus, when are they ever out of the sun? Nearly never.

Hair Color & Reasoning; Dark Blond. It's close to their hair within game, it looks good on him.

Eye Color & Reasoning; Dull Blue, shines yellow/red randomly. The dull blue fits human him, and I'd imagine the yellow would flash when wolf instincts hit within human form. The red is unknown, rare, only one has seen.

Jewelry & Reasoning; Small Shadow Crystal on chain and blue bangle bracelets on each wrist (one per wrist). The Shadow crystal is there so they can still become Wolfeboro. The bangle bracelets is the replacement for earrings, because I feel like they would accidentally scratch their ear in wolf form and nearly tear their ear/hurt himself because of it. Ilia would make the bangle bracelets for him and they would love it.

Other Accessories & Reasoning; Ilia's horse call and the gale boomerang. Listen, they cannot get rid of the horse call, okay? You'll have to pry it from their cold, dead hands to get it. Unless you're Ilia, then please, take it. The gale boomerang is a useful tool, even after dungeons upon dungeons.

Corruption; Unknown

Extra Info; Has a WAY THICK Country accent, but embraces it because it's fitting. Refuses to wear animal fur. Squirrel and Cucoo is the only meat they eat, purely out of spite of the two animals. Absolutely LOVES water and swimming, you cannot keep this boi out of water. Any lake, if thwy arent being attack, will be jumped in by him.

Credit; The tattoo idea is from this post by user @science-lings

Edit; #1- I figured out what I was missing!! Added to extra info. #2- Added Demimasc like I originally was going to.

#uni-linked-verse #u-l-v twili #u-l-v ilia #u-l-v wolfeboro

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hometoursandotherstuff · 7 months

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Modern 2005 house right on the lake in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire. 7bds, 7.5ba - $12.5M.

Very long hallways. Slightly disappointed that these upper windows overlooking the water are in the hallway. What a perfect statue for a shotgun house, too, b/c the rooms are as straight as an arrow.

The front area of the living room has panoramic views.

What a massive area to furnish and this furniture is so dull. There should be something high on the wall to draw the eye upward and bring the wall down.

The large monolithic fireplace is double-sided and on the opposite side of the living room is the dining area. Love the built-in shelving, but I would like it a little taller with an added sliding library ladder and an interesting background of either contrasting paint or wallpaper.

Chef's kitchen has a bit of a mid-century modern vibe.

I now like green b/c I'm so sick of houses that are devoid of color, I like it as the new neutral. At least it gives this beige room some pop.

This house is very long. Look at this hall.

The primary bedroom faces the water, has room for a full living room set, plus an office area.

The en-suite is very Zen. Look at the wooden tub setup. You can be buried in that thing.

Large secondary bedroom has a good view and a door to the outside.

As you know, every rich person's home must have a home gym, even if they only go in to dust it off.

Deck along the back of the home has a hot tub, and overlooks Lake Winnipesaukee.

Oversized sauna fits at least 4 butts.

Lower level patio.

Plenty of room to house your boats.

Property measures 6.2 acres.

#modern architecture #houses #house tours #home tour

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largesunglasses · 6 months

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Got rear-ended trying to leave a Burger King in NH. I went up early with my sister and Patrick and she had to pee so we stopped. I turned on to a side street out of the bk parking lot then tried to turn on to a main road to get back on the highway and bam. The guy in a f350 hit me. He had one of those fancy things on the front of the truck so it scratched the top of my bumper but nothing serious. He gave me all his info and he even had a little insurance card(is that a thing outside of Massachusetts or am I driving around with no proof of insurance other than my information I could log in to on my phone?). It was fine a little scary at first because we were 1 hour and 45 minutes away from home and I was more afraid my car wouldn't be driveable or something. The guy was a bit older I think probably had his own construction business his license plate was something like here4u.

Anyways we got to Wolfeboro and just in time to go to my favorite coffee shop. Got Patrick a Tshirt, some sparklers, and some candy apples. It was fun for me at least. We stopped at the packie and now we are at the house and everyone else will be here later. I'm looking forward to having a drink later and unwinding.

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 1 year

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MAN TRANSPORTED TO HOSPITAL AFTER GETTING SQUIRREL STUCK IN HIS RECTUM

60-year Ray Frankfurt called 911 himself around 3 pm after he found himself in a pretty uncomfortable position.

Janice Monroe, the operator who took the call, says she thought it as a joke when he explained the situation.

“He told me that he’d fallen on his pet squirrel named Slimy and that the animal was now stuck in his anus. I was convinced that it was a teenager making a prank call.”

Despite Ms. Monroe’s doubts, she sent an ambulance to the site and the paramedics rapidly realized that the situation was in fact very serious.

Frank Meyers, one of the paramedics who transported Mr. Frankfurt, claims the poor man was lying naked in his bathroom and a hairy red tail was protruding from his anus.

“He kept screaming out in pain as the animal was biting and scratching him. The guy looked like he was going through hell!”

Ray Frankfurt was transported to the Huggings Hospital in Wolfeboro, where doctors were able to extract the rodent.

The retired mailman suffered from severe internal bleeding but was finally stabilized after a two-hour surgery.

The squirrel, unfortunately, didn’t survive his misadventure.

Mr. Frankfurt’s problem might seem fairly unusual, but similar incidents occur a lot more frequently than most people would think.

According to data collected by the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, Mr. Frankfurt is the first American to get a squirrel stuck in his rear end since 2007.

He has refused to comment the incident and declined all demands for an interview.

#Ray Frankfurt #true crime #crime #animals #unsolved

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doug-peabody · 2 years

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Morning Breaks - Lake Wentworth - Wolfeboro, New Hampshire . . . #sunrise #sunrisephotography #sunrise_sunset_photogroup #sunrise_and_sunsets #sunrises #sunrisesunset #sunrises #sunrisesofinstagram #lakewentworth #albeebeach #wolfeboronh #wolfeboro #wolfeboronewhampshire #newhampshire #nh #newengland #unfiltered (at Allen Albee Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChgYPjKuGyS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sunrise #sunrisephotography #sunrise_sunset_photogroup #sunrise_and_sunsets #sunrises #sunrisesunset #sunrisesofinstagram #lakewentworth #albeebeach #wolfeboronh #wolfeboro #wolfeboronewhampshire #newhampshire #nh #newengland #unfiltered

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cogitoergofun · 6 months

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In a weekend filled with politicians offering criticisms and condemnations over the state of the world, Donald Trump on Monday had a few.

For the Wall Street Journal editorial page (“globalists”), for windmills (“we see whales washing up on shore”); for Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis (“He’s fallen like a wounded bird from the skies”) and his indictments (“a great badge of honor”); for transgender athletes (“Have you seen the weightlifting records?”) and even for one of the region’s most cherished institutions: the New England Patriots (“not a good game” Sunday).

The attack on Israel may have been consuming much of official Washington. But in the small auditorium in a performing arts center in Wolfeboro, N.H., where Trump rallied his base of voters on Monday, it was not topic one, two or even 13.

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After claiming that Hamas may be infiltrating the U.S.-Mexico border and suggesting, also without evidence, that the group could launch a domestic attack, he reverted back to familiar themes: obliterating the Deep State, attacking Hillary Clinton and preventing World War III.

Trump has never been one to stick to script or to refashion his speeches because of the news of the day. But his riff on Monday suggested he had scant organic interest in the events in Israel and saw little upside in making it part of the primary.

On the latter, he doesn’t appear to be alone. The prospect of a broader war between Hamas militants and Israel could have significant repercussions in the general election, serving as a gauge of Biden’s management of conflict abroad. But in a Republican primary buffeted by an unusual amount of foreign policy — from concerns about China and Ukraine to, now, Israel — it so far appears unlikely to alter the trajectory of the race at all.

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Immediately after the attack, it seemed possible that the crisis might become a wedge issue among the GOP candidates — deepening the rift between the party’s isolationist and more engagement-oriented strains of foreign policy. Former Vice President Mike Pence, campaigning in Iowa over the weekend, faulted “voices of appeasement like Donald Trump, Vivek Ramaswamy and Ron DeSantis that I believe have run contrary to the tradition in our party that America is the leader of the free world.”

But Pence, polling in single digits, was largely a voice in the wilderness. The rest of the Republican field highlighted the atrocities not to critique each other or demand a more internationalist foreign policy in general, but to attack the current administration.

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truecrimecrystals · 2 years

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Stacey Burns was found murdered inside her own home on May 10th, 2009. The then-41-year-old lived in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire, where she worked as a school nurse while raising her five children. Stacey's brutal murder sent shockwaves through the tight-knit community of Wolfeboro - and many are still fearful about her killer remaining free today. Stacey's body was found in her bedroom by her son. It was Mother's Day, and her children planned to make her breakfast that morning. When Stacey's son Michael, then 15, walked into his mother's bedroom, he stumbled upon the horrific scene: Stacey was dead - she had been brutally stabbed to death. The killing happened overnight, while her children and some of their friends slept in nearby rooms. According to Michael, none of the children in the house reported hearing any signs of distress that night.

During the early stages of the investigation, police learned that there were numerous people in Stacey's life that could be potential suspects. Just months before her death, Stacey finalized her divorce with her ex-husband/father of her children, Ed Burns. According to Stacey's loved ones, the divorce was contentious. Stacey had begun a new relationship since separating from Ed, but reportedly ended that relationship just a few weeks before her death. Police also learned that just days before her death, Stacey went on a date with another man - during which she was confronted by her more recent ex-boyfriend. Despite all of these suspicious circumstances, no arrests have ever been made in Stacey's case. Still, there is a lot of speculation about her killer's identity. A close look at Stacey's various relationships, combined with the timeline of events leading up to her death, provides a few different theories.

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hyip2 · 9 months

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Lake Winnipesaukee Wolfeboro, NH by YipShip Productions

#IFTTT #YouTube

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badgirlalice · 1 year

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Happy #TBT everyone! My father went me a photo of me holding my bass when we had the lake hiuse up in Wolfeboro. How did I get into fishing? My father started fishing when he was at a young age and got me into it when I was about 5 years old and I enjoy it and still enjoy it today. I fish in the woods these days, but am looking for a new spot to catch some bass again. . . . . . . . . #pic #summer #summertime #instagram #instadaily #like4likes #beautiful #nofilter #fishing #photooftheday #photography #newhampshire #Bass #bassproshop https://www.instagram.com/p/CplagVPJhSu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#tbt #pic #summer #summertime #instagram #instadaily #like4likes #beautiful #nofilter #fishing #photooftheday #photography #newhampshire #bass #bassproshop

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gilparry · 1 year

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[ dylan arnold | cis man | he/him | twenty-seven ] —— welcome to grimrose, gilbert rhys parry. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a newcomer who has been in town for one month, especially since you spend most of your days as an assistant manager at radioshack and part-time archivist at town hall? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little critical more than you are thoughtful… but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of how soon is now? by the smiths and secondhand flannels with patches on the elbows, a worn leather messenger bag, and the soft whispering call of the forest... hope to see you around, gil.

PINTEREST | PLAYLIST | inspos: haku (spirited away), kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), andy dufresne (shawshank redemption), marco alisdair (the night circus), gene forrester (a separate peace), alice quinn (the magicians)

full name — gilbert rhys parry nickname(s) — gil, previously rhys name meaning — bright promise age — twenty-seven date of birth — july 3rd place of birth — ossipee, new hampshire current location — grimrose, new hampshire religion — atheist with agnostic tendencies sexuality — bisexual education level — believe it or not... but this guy's got a law degree residence — old-home-turned-apartment-building in the evergreen forest neighborhood family — jim parry (father) and margaret parry (mother). he knows his mom has a sister somewhere out there, possibly in vermont, but they cut ties when gil was just a toddler. so maybe he has an uncle or cousins too, but he's never felt the urge to go out and look for them. finances — right now he is the most financially comfortable he's been in his entire life. he quit his job at a law firm a few months ago, so he's still sitting on some savings from that gig. not rich, but not living in the kind of poverty he grew up with. spoken languages — english ability — cebrukineses (the ability to manipulate the brain and its functions)

overview. (tw: child abuse)

gilbert was born to jim and margaret parry in ossipee, new hampshire. growing up, he lived in a trailer in a mobile home park a hop, skip, and a jump from ossipee lake. looking far back enough, he can remember the three of them sitting down for dinner; his mom pushing his dad's hair out of his eyes with a wide smile; a shiny, tinsel-laden christmas tree in the corner; and a small terrier mix named rocky at his feet. what they had was meager, but gil didn't notice yet. he could remember a time when they felt like a real family, and maybe that's what made everything that followed so much harder. after a series of layoffs at the factory jim worked at, there was a long period of unemployment. gil was too young to remember much of what exactly happened during that time, but what he knew was that nothing was ever the same. dinner became a game of scrounging for whatever was in the kitchen. his mom's eyes never crinkled up with a smile. no holiday decorations. his dog was gone. and his dad started to hit him.

always a smart boy and a hard worker, gil managed to secure himself a scholarship to a private school in nearby wolfeboro. the problem was that the scholarship was only partial. he took on a few part-time jobs (working in the warehouse of a tractor supply company, as a stocker at the circle k, and dog walking) to make up the difference. the more time he worked the less time he had to spend in his family's trailer, so he found he didn't have much to complain about other than the constant exhaustion and social alienation. all was going pretty well until his dad found out just how much money gil was making. what followed was their biggest fight yet (though whether or not you could call it a fight when gil never retaliated, well...). huddled in the corner, near the front door of the trailer, gil watched as his dad lifted his fist. he squeezed his eyes closed and waited for the impact. it never came. all he hear was a loud, resounding thud, and the sound of his dad cursing. upon opening his eyes, gil saw his dad's fist connected with the wall. what he didn't know is that he made that happen. :o

fast-forward and one of gil's coworkers rented him a room above his garage for a small rent price, where gil ended up living to finish out his senior year. come fall, he attended boston college (full ride, baby!), and then after that, he turned his eye toward law school (boston college again -- go eagles!). his time in college, socially, was marked by a lot of lies and ducking around the truth about his family and past. he didn't want his new classmates to see him as gil parry: trailer trash. gil parry: poor. gil parry: victim. so he made stuff up until it became too much. all hopes of having a stable friend group in college came to a crashing halt at the beginning of junior year. he ghosted them all. but that's fine. he was certain he was never very good at being a friend anyway.

after law school, gil got a job at a law firm in providence, rhode island. there, he worked in corporate law. very quickly, he became what many of his fellow law school grads called a "corporate lackey" and it was about as soul-sucking as you can imagine -- nevermind the ethics of constantly finding yourself defending and working for corporations, who have no real care in the world for how they damage society and the environment. basically, gil was due for an existential crisis, and twenty-seven years old and with all the things he worked his whole life for and dreamed about and kept him going through the worst of it... well, that ended up being the perfect time to have it.

in a rare show of impulse, gil quit after a nasty case. he didn't like his job. he didn't like his colleagues. and he didn't even like providence. he had once sworn he'd never return to new hampshire, but he couldn't get it out of his head. he started having weird dreams. he's dreamt of trees and faces in them. sounds and voices. one voice sounds like his mother, who he hasn't spoken to in a decade. and they're whispering so softly that he can't make out what they're saying, but he has this feeling deep in his gut. and it keeps waking him up and telling him to go outside. to go north. to go into the woods. he packed up his shit in his apartment and drove his shoddy station wagon until he ran out of gas. and then he was in grimrose. it felt like a sign (though he very rarely believed in those -- though that will quickly change).

he's been in grimrose for a month and he was only able to stomach unemployment for three days. as the vigilant and no-nonsense dude that he is, he quickly found work. radioshack was hiring an assistant manager and though they were skeptical about why a guy with his qualifications wanted the job, he got it. and more recently, he managed to wrangle a job helping out with some archival work at town hall. it'd take up a good chunk of his weekends but since he spent most of his life with multiple jobs, the lack of time off doesn't bother him too much. actually, being motionless might kill him. like a shark. and it's better to work and think about work and nothing else than try to look too hard at whatever the hell he's actually doing with his life.

personality.

first and foremost: intj kinngggg

anyway, gil is logical and pragmatic and intelligent and a bit cynical. he values independence and self-reliance to a truly coocoo degree and because things that should've come freely and easily at home growing up were always treated as a transaction or as something he should feel bad about. he usually does not and will not accept help from anyone, because that means he owes them something in return and he'd rather chew his own hand off than be indebted to someone.

constantly fighting this internal war of like sheer, utter, mind-numbing contempt for people from places of privilege and arrogance while also desperate to be part of their world.

introverted overall ig, he's always like ~observing people and learning a lot about how he wants to be perceived by what he sees and then wants to make a good first impression so no one can ever guess he feels like he doesn't belong/is white trash. secret internal mean streak and i hate to be a millennial about this but def a slytherin.

but to say something kind about him, i'll say he's cautious and he makes deliberate efforts to be kinder and more understanding and more patient. he's just trying his darndest. xoxo

misc headcanons.

gil has an innate green thumb. when you walk into his apartment, you’ll see rows of pots and plants by the windows. it started when an ex-girlfriend gifted him a little cactus in college; it was a low-maintenance plant, but he found that his instincts when it came to the care and upkeep of it came very easily. he quickly expanded his collection of small plants until his roommate voiced a complaint.

he's a big fan of art rock (talking heads, kate bush, brian eno, etc.) and usually has his cassette player and headphones in his bag.

three words: human garbage disposal. if you're not finishing that plate of food, and you make a point to say it's just gonna get thrown out, have no fear... gil is gonna gobble up those scraps. sandwich crust, pickles, a half-eaten side of fries. they're all fair game.

ummmm and that's it. sorry for writing so much. if you made it this far, i'm sending you a virtual kiss to your forehead. :-*

#grimrosehqs.intro

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