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Sorry in advance for the wall of text and word vomit and sorta clickbait title I just need to get this off my chest amd am on mobile
I was going to go see a movie with my family and a friend on my birthday yesterday. I told that friend I was nervous about wearing my favorite comfy clothes (black sweatpants and hoodie) because my parents don't approve of them, but she enocuaged me to do it. She told me to not care what they think, and besides, it was my birthday. I agreed and put them on. When I got into the car, however my dad (the driver) said some stuff about my clothes being "dark" (in a metaphorical sense, which they aren't) as we pulled onto the street. He used a word he's used before to describe my outfit in a negative light, and the way he thinks people will think of me. Mind you, I'm already insecure about my outfits as it is. And work lately has been incredibly stressful, and I haven't gotten nearly enough sleep. I'm not normally an impulsive person, but I snapped and acted on this desperate urge to LEAVE. To be anywhere but there. I got out of the car when it was going probably 10-15 mph. It's a blur and I remember my mom there with me, curious cars pulled off to gawk. I sat there on the side of the road in the weeds, cradling my foot and feeling like none of it was real. I always thought I never would have been capable of doing something that rash and self-destructive.
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I made the mistake of thinking my dad would be gentler, more understanding, less fucking emotionally abusive on my birthday. That's never been the case in the past, but I can't seem to help getting my hopes up. I feel like such an idiot, and a part of me wishes I died on that street, even though that wasn't my intent.
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(Also, they took me to the ER and the nurses were understanding and generally sweet. Turns out I'm mostly fine physically, just scraped up and have an ambiguously injured foot. Today's been alright, my dad's been ignoring me and my mom seems really broken up over yesterday so she's trying to take care of me and I'm just tired and confused.) I get gaslit, emotionally abused, then love-bombed or ghosted, followed by a period of relative normalcy, and the cycle of abuse then repeats. fuck.
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I'm so lost, I just want to be heard

I posted a few days back; I had a lot of swarmers show up outside. Not unusual, but a lot of them seemed concentrated around the backyard deck, near an above ground basement wall. It's finished on the inside, but I pulled back some loose carpet at that wall, and saw a pale yellow bug that disappeared before I could tell what it was. Also saw a small crack on the concrete floor a few feet away that extends to the wall.
So I called a couple places for an inspection to get some peace of mind. They did their free inspections, but were extremely basic (mostly quick look around). Both confirmed, that as far as they can tell, no indication of termites in my home and unlikely.
To get a "professional" inspection with either company, they want me on a yearly contract. This includes monitoring stations. No actual preventative treatment unless something is found. I'm fine with paying for the inspection, but was hoping for a more proactive prevention... like a liquid trench treatment. Both companies told me these treatments are only applied if termite activity is actually found in/near my house. And even then, usually ONLY on the area where they find the activity, not the whole perimeter.
Is this normal? Was I wrong in asking for perimeter trenching? Should I call around for more opinions/inspections?

I know absolutely nothing about HVAC and I'm overwhelmed. The evaporator coil (located in the furnace) developed a leak and needs replaced- this has been confirmed by the local HVAC company my family uses. The HVAC techs think the A/C unit, A Carrier 38EH (yes, it is very old!), should be replaced the same time the coil is. It's still working, the tank just needs recharged with R-22.
Should I replace the nearly 40 yr old functional Carrier or just the coil? I don't have much $ to spend on a new unit, so here is the estimate information I was given for two different units and coils. This is for an 800 sq ft house, by the way.
First one:
* CONCORD 4AC13L24P CONDENSING UNIT (13 SEER - 2 TON - R-410A REFRIGERANT)
* ASPEN MATCHING COIL
* NEW LINE SET/DISCONNECT/WHIP
* ALL HIGH AND LOW VOLTAGE CONNECTIONS/WIRING
* CUSTOM PLENUM TRANSITION
* 10 YEAR COMPRESSOR / 10 YEAR PARTS WARRANTY
* 1 YEAR LABOR WARRANTY
$4,275.00
Second one:
* LENNOX ML14XC1S024 CONDENSING UNIT (14 SEER - 2 TON - R-410A REFRIGERANT)
* LENNOX MATCHING COIL
* NEW LINE SET/DISCONNECT/WHIP/PAD
* ALL HIGH AND LOW VOLTAGE CONNECTIONS/WIRING
* CUSTOM PLENUM TRANSITION
* 10 YEAR COMPRESSOR / 10 YEAR PARTS WARRANTY
* 1 YEAR LABOR WARRANTY
$5,100.00
The estimate for a coil replacement is $1,695.00. I don't have any further info. I think the coil is the Aspen coil mentioned in the first estimate.
Replace the A/C and coil or just the coil? Should I ask more questions about the coil? If I went with the Lennox coil, do I have to get a Lennox A/C unit in the future, or will it be compatible with any A/C unit? Are there other questions I should be asking? Do you have any questions for me to ask the HVAC company? Please, any input at all would be greatly appreciated. Thank you!

Am i crazy, a bad friend or just overthinking? (using fake names ofc)
So my friend (F, Emma) has this situationship (M, Luka).
a bit of background, so sometimes at lunch, i go to Emma's school to hang out with her and our friend group, It used to be every lunch but it was getting tiring so I started going 3 times a week, also id always bring a joint to share and it was getting expensive haha.
then at some point Emma started going out with Luka (on and off), then since Luka was friends with some of our friend group he started coming to lunch with them which I didn't rlly care about since we'd always be far from each other and we didn't have to talk to each over so I just ignored him
but for the past 3 weeks that Ive been going he's started
- sitting RIGHT next to me if there was space near Emma, also he's friends with everyone who hangs out at lunch except me
-Touching my leg with his even if he had enough space, ill move my leg away and hell STILL moved his leg so its touching mine
-he talks to me weirdly, i don't know how to explain it but hell use a weird tone in his voice, like earlier i asked him to pass me my joint and he said ok it the weirdest way
-hell touch me unnecessarily,one time he was about to sit down and used my shoulder to balance himself, this other time he had his hand on my thigh so hold himself up cause he was leaning to talk to Emma
also this doesn't rlly mean much since it can happen to everyone but EVERYTIME he asks me to hand him the joint his hand somehow touches mine, i give him more than enough space too.
honestly, this wouldn't mean that much to me but Emma told me about him doing similar to her things before they got together.
I haven't said anything to Emma since I'm pretty sure its nothing and i don't want to seem weird for thinking that he would be like that.

Hello Everyone! I’m a first time driver at 34 and I’ll be taking driving lessons next month. I’ve never thought to drive because I lived in Seattle wa all of my life, and I grew up without a car and my mother always took public transportation and I always worked and lived near public transportation where I didn’t need to drive and I had friends and family always take my places but now I live in Atlanta and I need to drive(if you live in Atlanta and aware of how it is you will understand (lol) My partner drives and has been since he was a teenager and he has taught me the basics but I am signing up for a 12 hour driving classes so I can have me license by august. Do you all think 12 hours is enough classes is enough? My plan is to do 2 classes a week, also practice with my partner in the car on the weekends.

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I’m not getting any rewards for watching OWL. I’ve watched nearly every single stream for the whole amount, but I’m getting nothing. I’ve tried watching it on the mobile app, my iPhone chrome app, the offices app for the league, my computer, my school computer, hell, I’ve even tried watching it on my tv, all while getting nothing. I know I’ve connected my YouTube and battle net accounts to the league website because I’m able to get rewards from pick-em “challenges”(predict the winner of 25 minutes, correctly guess 5 winners, etc) and I’ve only gotten 9 from those. I don’t get anything from my actual predictions, nor do I get anything from watching the matches. I feel like I’m going insane. Nothing I try works. Someone please help me, I want my stuff. Also, I play on Xbox, and I’ve linked my Xbox account to my battle net account, if that has any effect on what the issue might be.
Also, if the mods delete this again, they are officially not nice

This is something I've consistently been told as an adult, and it makes me feel extremely misunderstood and irritated. Even when I know the other person is just trying to help, I can't help but feel angry.
I'm a very analytical person, sort of 'left-brained' person (most of the time-- I also have a dissociative disorder, so I guess my 'right-brain' aspects may just be more compartmentalized than a lot of other people's). Like so many other traumatized people, I'm constantly scanning for potential issues and threats, and I try to prepare for and/or prevent them based on what has or hasn't worked for me in the past.
I'm sure plenty of traumatized people grow up and make it out of survival mode and into safety, but I haven't quite gotten there myself. I'm nearing thirty and only within the last couple of months have I had a place to stay that doesn't actually feel unsafe. Before that I was homeless, before that I was in an abusive marriage, and before that was a long string of back-to-back abusive and/or unhealthy living situations (including my childhood home environment).
I'm autistic, ADHD, chronically ill, traumatized, and recently diagnosed with a severe dissociative disorder. Life is not easy for me to navigate. If I don't 'overthink' and 'overplan', very bad things are actually quite realistically likely to happen for me. I'm not being pessimistic when I say that, I'm being realistic. But when I express my line of thinking to other people, I'm so often told I just need to 'have a little faith' and stop worrying so much about things that 'probably won't even happen'.
I think that part of why this irritates me so much is that I truly see myself as a relentlessly optimistic person. If I truly were a pessimist, I don't think I'd be alive today. I have kept going through some horribly dark years of my life because I don't let go of hope (at least not for long). Everything I've accomplished, little though it may be, has been because I refuse to stop fighting for a better life or to stay knocked down when I get my ass handed to me. I'm proud of how much of a positive person I am despite everything I've been through.
But when I examine the raw data, bad things are still fairly likely to happen. I like to plan and prepare for those things, because that is how I've managed to survive them in the past. Being told that that makes me pessimistic just frustrates me to no end, because it's so far from what my internal truth is-- not to mention it just feels dismissive of my reality.
Do others get this often too, and are you bothered by it as I am? If so, what do you do in those situations? How do you manage your temper and respond compassionately when the other person is truly trying in good faith to be comforting?

I'd like to find somebody thoughtful, someone who isn't superficial. Somebody who appreciates the rich vastness of our shared multicultural past, and freely follows her curiosity in exploring it. Somebody who is trying her best to adhere to the guidance of her inner moral compass, and isn't so easily fooled by the distractions and illusions of the world.
One such illusion, that must immediately be mentioned (this is important, because it's led to a break for me, in the past): religion. Religion is man-made, and not of any higher authority. The Bible and the Quran all permit slavery—in addition to countless other horrid and divisive ideas—while claiming to be eternal wisdom, and that is indefensible. I still like to believe in the idea of some permeating higher morality, that imbues us with our general sense for justice, fairness, and empathy...but, I know that without outright proof, even my holding of such a notion can be deemed a flight of fancy, a residual remnant of a system so entrenched. However, it seems to me that life is often more than just what's on the surface. Um, but now, then—back to the person I wish to know...
I'd also love it if she were artistic. Singing, sketching, painting, writing, composing, creating. Someone who is trying to nurture their talents and passions. I know it can be difficult...
As for me, well... I adore music. Mostly voices from the past (the 1960s would have to be my favorite), because I find them to be humbler and more from the heart, at least in popular music. I’ll just give an example of something I’ve looked into, and this is nowhere near representative of my wider taste, but if you go back to early 1920s country music... (Here's an aside: a lot of what people think of as "country" today is a long cry from what the genre is actually like, historically. If you are into folk music—Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan—it is indelibly linked to "country", and if you'd like a popular example of a song that originated within the genre, look no further than the universally recognized "You Are My Sunshine", from 1939!)
Anyway. If you go back to that early period, where undiscovered niches of music were still sought out and first put to tape... a lot of those artists had no idea about anything to do with recording—no ego, no attempt to sound "cool". What came through instead was a bare expression of the life that had been lived—the inner beauty of their own personhood, and I love hearing that. It's so honest. A vulnerable and piercing expression.
So if you're into history or the beautiful music of decades (and centuries) past, if you have any aspirations for creating as a method of changing the world for the better, if you'd like to play games and watch movies together, if you'd like an accountability partner—or all of the above...please message me. I don't mind the chat function, either—in fact, it's probably easier. Also, to get this out of the way: this is what I look like.
I love beautiful things. Nature, music that tugs at your heartstrings or is so honest you're enraptured, experiences that heal. More specifically, here are some of my current interests:

• music (singing/playing an instrument/the Beach Boys are my favorite group—I also love Maybelle Carter, Cass Elliot, Pink Floyd, Lana Del Rey, The Cranberries, Sixpence None The Richer, loads of video game music, The Smiths, The Beatles, The Who, Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, Harry Nilsson, Joni Mitchell, The Righteous Brothers, Judy Garland, Sam Cooke, Frank Churchill, Marty O'Donnell and Michael Salvatori... Here’s a brief go at the Beatles’ “Julia”.) And, if you liked that—a more recent one…
• drawing—here are a few I've done.
• video games (any era from Atari—I like exploring the history and evolution—to the Switch and PS4) [Currently playing, or starting: The Binding of Isaac, Catherine]
• Disney, especially the Golden Age and Renaissance—Pinocchio (my favorite movie ever), Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Aladdin, The Lion King, Tarzan. I love how handmade the early films look. And yet, how no expense was spared in creating these most precious and moving works of art.
• films/series/books I've enjoyed lately: The Sound of Magic, The Little Prince, Matilda, Love Hard, The Fundamentals of Caring, This Beautiful Fantastic, Donnie Darko, Alamut by Vladimir Bartol (this book was a key inspiration for the first Assassin's Creed), The Trial of the Chicago 7, Medici: The Magnificent, Pollyanna by Eleanor Porter, Judy

To close... I suppose I should say I've been afflicted with long-COVID for over two years. It'd be very nice to keep each other company, especially if we share any of the interests up above—we could watch favorite films, have shared listening sessions on Spotify, and it'd be a godsend to find somebody up to play on PS4 and Switch! Donkey Kong Country 2 and 3 on the secret hard modes, maybe? Or sculpting our own world from scratch in Minecraft? Or maybe we could act out Ocarina of Time's storyline using all the options available on Smash Ultimate!
I'd really like to know an intelligent person with a unique identity...who puts forth effort—though at the same time, no pressure on reaching out. If you are this type of person, but can currently only muster up a few words because, hey! Life is tough, and grueling, and we don't always have a ready-made letter in us to flip out of our pockets—don't be scared away by my tower of words. I absolutely know, firsthand, what it's like to want to communicate, yet not currently have the energy or the mindpower for it. Life can really sink you... I promise I will not judge. Please send me a chat message, if you're at all interested in chatting.

[after an investigation by the police about a strange murder, a booked called "journal" was found in the bathroom]
I don't think i'm alone.... i've heard footstep when i was in the bathroom.
I remember my neighbour crying, or was it someone else.
I moved to the kitchen... Some knifes are missing and my tv is on a static position.....
My cat is laying near the tv with those ears downed on his head At this point i don't even know if my cat is still alive He moved like three days ago....
I need some fresh water on my face...
The mirror of the bathroom is becoming more and more dark as we are approaching midnight....
The footstep started again. Maybe if i don't make any brutal movement and go to my bed, that thing won't see or hear me.
There are those two eyes in front of my bed..... Those strange yellow...... There are looking directly at me..... My cat don't have yellow eyes..... What is happening..... Is that thing friendly ? I heard someone crying there was like two minutes..... I bring my book whit me...... Its dark and cold....
There is that slimy liquid all around my bed.... Maybe if i reach the bathroom all of that will stop....
The mirror of the bathroom is broken and the strange liquid was blood...... The blood is disposed in like a trail or i don't know.... Maybe something was pushed all around my house...... My cat is looking at me like i don't exist anymore...... Maybe if i exit my house.... All of that will stop..... ‌[The journal was stopped here, leaving only some mage and a red hand mark on the journal, the red mark was identified as blood]

First Issue!

• Author's Note: So... its been 3 months. I still live and my writing gobo too. Also I just recently realized its been a bit over 1 years since the series has begun so.... HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY EVERYONE! I hope you'll enjoy the read and please let me know if you'd like me to do anything specific to celebrate 1 year of Beast World. You can support the series by donating my writing gobo a cookie here!

Another morning came upon the Tuskir settlement, which's inhabitants have been shambling about with a bit less tension in their steps.
The perimeter walls of their small village have been reinforced by Runhar's earth molding magics. Rok and Brekda have been assisting him in keeping the perimeter watched at all times.
This precaution was necessary as a lot of the Tuskir village's able bodied fighters have been rendered less than optimally effective in combat. Although generally safe, a small tension filled thought gnawed at the back of their minds. The chance of a second assault was something the tribe considered.
Honestly, at a first glance this would be a most opportun time to assault the place, especially with their elder and most skilled healer, Urla, still mostly bed ridden due to exerting herself when healing others.
Still, they tried to go back to a normal state of operating as best as they could, having to make certain compromises. Discussing among themselves the whole group decided to give as best an aid as possible to the two wounded Hay-yen that they still found alive within their walls, asking their previous captives, the ones more willing to co-operate to take care of them. The procurement of constant supplies of food and water up to the present time made them quite willing to assist.
During this time Michael had been spending his time along Zurra and Woh. Zurra, having taken on the responsability to assist the, hopefully temporarily, crippled hooman, has been going about this task while giving aid in any other mundane endeavors like taking care of the children along side Runny, Brekda's wife.
In one such moment did Michael find a moment to reflect upon the situation as he was left at the base of Spek's tree alongside Woh. Still, contemplation would have to wait as the human's amphoran companion seemed rather excited for chit-chat, indicated by repeating irregular and excited croaks leaving her throat.
"Michael! Michael! Its been a few days! Can you walk, yet?" Woh asked her question with such a light hearted and casual tone as if she expected Michael to grow back his legs if he actually lost them.
The young man, taking a moment to process the question, shook his head while arching an eyebrow. "Pfft. I'd wish, honestly. To be fair they hurt as all hell, but I am glad whatever herbs Zurra's been reapplying my bandages with have been numbing them. I don't know how well healing magic will work to help me if... at all, but I have been terrified that... I might not walk again. At least... not properly." Michael said choking a bit on his words.
Nervousness washed over him as he looked down at his wrapped up legs, faint blood stains covering them here and there. He only looked at his legs once when Zurra was changing the bandages, he was numbed up good, but the sight of them was something too visceral to not make his mind aware of the pain he should be in. Although suppressed, he could feel his legs burn in a muffled agony.
The mana burn had turned the young man's skin and toe nails to actual ashes that Zurra had to clean off, a rather painstakingly slow endeavor due to how caked in blood the ashes were. From bellow the knees the young man was akin to one of those skinless statues showing the human's body muscular fiber, only minor patches of actual skin hanging on here and there.
Woh kind of grew silent for a moment, before shaking her head as her big round eyes looked at Michael. "W-well don'tcha worry! Even if you can't walk we're here, s-so... we'll be able to help! If I was bigger I wouldn't mind lugging you about like a sack of timber! 'Cause you'd be the best sack of timber to ever be and 'cause we're friends." Woh said with a happy croak, trying her best to cheer up the young man.
Michael snickered and smirked and he shook his head, petting Woh's covered back. "Thanks. It'll be my honor to do my best interpretation of a heavy sack, but I'm hoping I can be fixed." After taking a moment to lean back against Spek's trunk and to look up at his crown of branches and leaves, the young man took in a deep breath. "Woh... I'm going to need your help with something. I know you might be not too happy about it, but if you'll allow it...I'd like us to make some vials of your poison, even if it is distilled with some water."
"O-oh... uhm... well... uhh... ya been sayin' that it doesn't do you much harm and... it has been helping you fight, so maybe I don't mind if we make a small bottle or two of it, but ya gotta promise to still be careful, ok?! Ribbit, last thing I want to do is hurt you with it." The tiny pink frog like woman said with a small croak of worry leaving her throat.
Michael sat silent a moment as he looked at his hands and forearms and at the slight yellowish hue they had. His skin has taken to the color just recently, bit by bit. His brown irises with eyes ever so faintly yellow as well, would look at Woh, a small smile accompanying it, although preceeded by the human sucking in his lips slightly. "Y-you won't be hurting me. You can trust that. Hell after what happened, you're the last person that could do that. So no need to be afraid. Whatever choices you make, you can do me no foul."
Woh looked at him, with an ease washing over her tiny form. "Fair enough then. Say. Since its been kinda borin' around 'ere, mind using your magic thingy, what ya called it... ah! Your phoon! To put on that one song you said it is about happiness and not worrying? I liked how it sounded."
"Hah. Gladly. We'll be around here a while, at least until Zurra wants to do my physical therapy. Still kind of regreting telling her about that when she asked about what my kind do to help maintain one's muscles when they can't train and how to deal with pain." Michael said with a small laugh, followed by a grunt of discomfort caused by a stab of his sore body at itself due to the contracting muscles. He'd soon go through his phone and put the tune in question to play on repeat.
"Hah~ there it is... I don't get why, but the song does make me happy. Thanks!" Woh said with a greatful ribbit as she laid down inbetween some of Spek's roots and using them like a lounging chair. She would look up at the tree for a moment too, mouthing a silent 'thank you' to it.
The day would go on to pass as calm as can be, until the late afternoon, when Runhar nearly had a scare for a moment, when he saw torch light coming from deeper within the woods. Still, with a sniff of the air and feeling the scents of Gharna, Oinna, Azhul and Yenna, the guard captain would calm down as he then asked Rok to prepare opening the gates.
When the group came within sight they could be seen pausing as they looked about, their heads clearly turing to examine the surrounding outskirts of their village on the outside.
"What in the name of The Hunt Father happened?!" Gharna yelled out eventually as they got closer, their pace having increased as they saw their home in shambles. "The wall is lookin' like a mess. Is everyone alright?"
"Most, aye!" Runhar yelled and after a moment paused. "Come, there's more to discuss!" The guard captain added as he descended from the watch tower he had climbed up on while on watch.
The group of four was eventually welcomed in and after a quick retelling of their journey and a quick stock of what they brought, which was pulled to storage, Runhar would recount the events that occured here. The whole endevour was burned upon his mind... he couldn't help himself to not go into details, some of which made him visibly look saddened or furious. He eventually even backtracked to what happened to Spek and... how it happened.
To say the least... it was a lot to process, and the news about Spek becoming a... tree... had a mix of reactions.
"Gah... the situation is shite, but I'm kinda pissed I missed ma' using the family technique. I still can't do it nowhere as good as her. Got the getting bigger part down somewhat though." Azhul said with a huff.
"S-seriously? That's yer first concern?!" Gharna added with a snort as she stared up at her bigger hunt sister.
"What do ya wan' me tha do?! Cry about it? I feel like shite, but I ain' gonna break apart over it. Not when we have tha keep things together." Azhul oinked back in retort.
"I-... I have to agree with Azhul. I will check on Urla and see to who's still wounded. If Michael is taken care of at least somewhat for now, I will see to make sure everyone else that can be dealt with quicker, is up on their two feet!" Oinna said with a determined huff as she excused herself and trotted off.
"I'mma be sleepin' a bit. Sleepin' on the road has been a pain." Yenna added with a half dozing off snort as he left. Although he was hit by the initial shock of the situation as well, it only added to the mental exhaustion that traveling has taken on him.
Azhul and Gharna were still lightly huffing at one another, until the latter's eyes sparked with a realization. Gharna's eyes would look at Runhar. "Say, cap'. Ya said Zurra's been takin' care of Michael. Thought we should talk with her, too. Where's she?" She asked very curious, a snort leaving her flat nose.
"Ah... think she might be in his shack with 'im. She said that she wanted to do- " Before Runhar could finish his sentence properly, Azhul seemed to be hit by panic.
It didn't take long to the large Tuskir woman to realize what Gharna was asking and partially hearing Runhar's reply, sent her in nearly a frenzy of embarrasment. "DO HIM?! MA! STOP!"
On the way here Azhul tried telling herself it wasn't possible for something like this to happen, but as her heart rate spiked she attempted to take off toward's Michael's hut.
The nearly stampede like charge though, would be prematurely stopped by Gharna, who wrapped her arms arounds Azhul's waist. While trying to not snort out of sheer amusement, she coughed trying to sound serious. "Wait a wee moment. If ya barge in there while she's doin' him, ya really want tha see that? Might be better to see what the situation... pft... ahem... is... quietly."
Runhar a bit surprised by this whole situation, wanted to finish his sentence, only to be interrupted by Gharna's clear gaze to not utter another word. He even took a moment to chuckle internally, appreciating the bit of amusement after the shit show they have been through.
"Y-yeah... Yeah. Yeah. Yeah... Don't wanna make it worse... oh... h-ho... Hunter Father... please don't let it be too late." Azhul muttered as she walked at a really fast, yet quiet pace.
Gharna would follow up after whispering some words of thanks to Runhar. "Ya kno' can't really blame her, if Michael faught like Runhar says he did. Yer mother did always... pft... ahem... a-appftt... preciate a... ahem... sturdy warrior type o' man."
"I will wrangle your throat if ye utter another bloody word." Azhul said to Gharna, without even looking back.
Still, as they approached Michael's hut and listened, Azhul's expression would only change to that of someone who has seen or heard the most disturbing of the secrets held by eldritch gods of the cosmos.
The sound of a creaking bed frame, the moans of Michael in a mix of pain and pleasure and the groans of Zurra as if she was riding a most unruly beast. The trifecta of trauma had fully hit Azhul into a silent stunned coma as he charge stopped to a full halt.
"Agh- god... you're working the knots out of me." Michael could be heard groaning in pain before letting a grunted moan of relief.
"Told ya boi. If we huff... just changed positions a bit and ye gave me a pointer or two... I could get ya done. Ya ain't so different from any ol' tuskir man. Huh... yer givin' me a bit o' a workout." The older smithy woman could be heard lightly panting.
Gharna got silent as well, feeling embarrased as all hell, but nowhere nearly as bad as Azhul, who seemed to have been shell shocked, her eyes staring into nothingness.
"O-oh! Oh no! Hah! That's sensitive t-take it easy on me a bit! Hah!" The young man groaned, which prompted Azhul to crumble to her knees.
The sudden sound of the short fall made the sound from the hut stop. Heavy steps would soon approach the door and open it, as Zurra looked out towards the two.
"Oh! Yer back! Glad to see ye two fine an' well. Uh... what are ya doin'?" The old Tuskir woman asked as she stretched herself a bit, then popping her knuckles.
The two younger women stood silent, until Gharna could finally utter something. "We-... uh... we're good. W-what... uhm... what were ya doin'?" She said nearly choking.
"Ah. Just givin' da boi a massage. After the fight we had he's in shambles if ya haven't 'eard. Gettin' a wee bit tired, so I could use a hand." Zurra said most casually.
To this reply, Azhul go on her palms as well and pressed her snout to the ground. "Thank ye, Hunt Father... oh huh... thank you..." she said whispered, in a slightly whimpering tone, with sighs of relief leaving her.
Gharna calming down too, nodded. "Ye. Gladly." As she passed by Azhul though, she snickered and whispered to her. "Nearly had tha call 'im daddy there, ay?" She asked before stepping up and inside.
Azhul took a moment to calm down, as she contemplated the repercussions of murder, before approaching the shack and talking with her mother. Glad to see one another, the two went into detail about all the events that happened, together with Michael, who was happy to see them both her and Gharna.

The CONE Art Collection will have 100% of all proceeds go directly to CONE Liquidity. This will consist of Cone Chart Art and Original Cone Art and possibly MEMEs over time as I learn. I plan to personally purchase new programs and tools to help create better CONE art in the near future so that these keep improving over time.
The current listing price is way higher then I want it to be it won’t let me lower it below the floor price “suggesttion” if your interested in my fist edition of Chart Art please message me with a respectable offer while also considering it cost me $32.99 to mint. I’ve since figured out how to mint for free. And Will keep learning better techniques as I go.
https://opensea.io/assets/matic/0x2690ee580d7ba1f5f39b791568e00ccc6c2cb60b/1514/
Tiny Animals Collection will donate 95% of all proceeds to both the World Wildlife Foundation and the Wildlife Conservation Society. This will consist of Tiny Animal and Insects to all pictures I've collected myself over the years. A good amount of them were taken while fighting fires.
https://www.worldwildlife.org
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Scenic Nature and Wildlife Collection will also be donating 95% of all proceeds to both the World Wildlife Foundation and the Wildlife Conservation Society. These will also be personal pictures of nature and wildlife from my world travels over the years.
https://secure.wcs.org/donate/save-wildlife?
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Wildfires Over the Years Collection 95% of all processed will be donated to Wildland Firefighters Foundation.
https://wffoundation.org
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These are my first NFT Drops so please have patience with me as I learn and get better at this over time. I just want to thank this CONEunity and all the Mods for giving me the opportunity and motivation to chase my dreams and help the world be a better place.
I have thousands of pictures waiting to be permanently digitized onto the blockchain and will keep adding more over time.
I will also give updates on total donations monthly or by monthly and be as transparent as possible with this process.

It was today I found out the cart was laced. I though I just greened out, before I've never greened out so that's what I thought. It was in eighth grade and my friend had just got a cart. In math we went to this other teachers room, he wouldn't really keep a good eye on us and he was really chill. Me, my bf, my friend ima call M and the dude who had a cart. I'm a casual smoker and I've hit a handful of carts before this. So I thought it was gonna be sum regular shit yk?
Well fast forward I hit this cart, the dude says its 86% thc, and from California. (I live nowhere near California). I've hit carts he's had before nothing like this. My other friends bf had to go home prior to me hitting the cart, he took 4 blinkers. Idk how tf he didn't die but, I heard his side of this story today.
I took a long hit, not long enough to be a blinker but long enough. My friend M, and my bf also took a hit. They have a higher tolerance than me but that's not the point. Only thing I remember really is I was trying to do my ixls and everything was just spinning around so fast and I kept moving so fast like the flash. Then getting kicked out of english, sent down to the common area. I was sitting in a comfy chair like a cousiny one, surrounded by my boyfriends friends. They kept telling me I'm in yodie land and shit. Then one of his friends kept trying to punch my leg, my bf told him to stop tormenting me. Everything my boyfriend tried to hold my hard or arm. I felt like throwing up, my eyes were closed during this whole class almost I felt so dizzy. My bf tried holding me and I told him to stop touching me and he smelt like a wet dog, and I felt like throwing up. He left me alone but still catered to my needs i felt bad after but, it's whatever he didn't care. He knew I was out of it. Eventually my friend M forced me to get up and go to the bathroom so she could hit my nic. On the way there i almost threw up and when i got there I lied there in the bathroom. About ten minutes pass and I got sit by my bfs friends and him. It's time to switch classes now. He helps me up the stairs and we get to the next class and I fall asleep. That's all I remember.

Flipping the table on an earlier posed question of who is the most universally beloved Toronto resident (me! Jk), my sarcastic choice (good ole Dimitri the lover, aka douche bag racist/misogynist James Sears) got me thinking about who is the most hated. Thoughts?
My votes (excluding violent criminals):

• Dimitri the lover
• bus fireworks girl
• the guy who forgot to reopen the gardiner and DVP Monday morning.

I see this comparison a lot. I know it isn't meant to say that they are nearly identical characters but just that they just have some similarities. even acknowledging that, however, this comparison makes no sense to me due to the very foundations of their respective characters.
Ted Lasso’s history of mental health issues plays a major role in his character and approach to personal connections. he struggles with anxiety and the therapy sessions at the beginning with dr sharon show that he is relatable and vulnerable and also adds depth to his interactions with others. mary poppins is shown as a more enigmatic and kind of otherworldly figure who lacks a visible history of personal challenges.
also Ted actively seeks connections and forms close bonds with the people around him, with players, colleagues, and even rivals. Mary Poppins’ interactions often revolve around tasks at hand,and while she brings positive change, her role is very detached and focused on accomplishing specific objectives.
Ted's approach is grounded in human empathy and understanding, making him a much more relatable character and accessible to the audience. we can see ourselves in his struggles, growth, and relationships. Mary Poppins however is presented as a more ethereal, almost otherworldly figure. her depiction is a magical and somewhat distant character that creates a barrier between the audience and her, making it harder for us to relate to her on a personal level and simultaneously easy for us to see her off to another family since we are not concerned for her overall well being.

I was in a 3 month situationship. Maybe he was a narcissist or maybe he wasn’t. Either way, his intentions were clear that it was just casual and I had a horrible feeling in my gut after the first date but I held on to little glimmers of hope.
Long story short, he sat me down and told me he didn’t love me and would’ve known if he had by now. He said loads of other painful things to me (in my other posts) that I won’t bore you with.
I literally ran away after he said all that but I’m totally crushed. This is actually my first heartbreak. I deleted him from everything but couldn’t bring myself to block his number. I kept unblocking and blocking his instagram (it’s a private account but the number of his following/followers is crushing me) but have managed to keep his insta blocked.
I keep googling him, checking his LinkedIn. Checking his instagram from a fake account (again, all I can see are numbers). I find myself google mapping where he lives. Looking online for properties for sale near him. I feel a sharp pain in my chest when I see a car that looks like his. Researching more about his job and what his day to day might look like. Feeling sad when I look at the date of an email at work which was around the time we were dating. I’m genuinely going crazy.
I paid for a few online therapy sessions but can no longer afford it and tbh she just sat there and listened to me.
To make matters worse, he messages me out of the blue 3 weeks later. I was over the moon. It was again clear that he just wanted to hook up but honestly it changed my whole mood. Of course I agreed to meet with him then at the last minute I text him that I cant see him anymore. He just said ok I understand.
Now I’m upset that I’ve denied myself the opportunity to see him just one more time. I knew I would get hurt but I feel like it would’ve been worth it. I’m also sad about the way I ended things with him but I know he doesn’t care and is probably messaging 300 other girls on instagram (I wish I was joking but he literally is following girls 10 years younger than him on a daily basis)
I can’t sleep at night because I’m thinking of him.
Please tell me it will get better. Tried downloading dating apps but no one is him. I will never ever get over him.

This is a shout out to everyone who enjoys and has followed u/ralts_bloodthrone with First Contact.
I have gone through the first 50 chapters and picked user comments that fit with the flow of the narrative and where posted within the time frame of the orginal post. Effectively I am creating a Book of Sayings and "History" taken from the perspective of the people throughout the Journey/ u/ralts_bloodthrone if you find it fits into the narrative of chapters 960+ feel free to use!
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I have included as best to my ability, the user who posted the comment and the associated chapter it was pulled from. Additionally I have juggled with the order to make a better fitting Narrative. I plan on compiling similar book for various story arcs and significant characters individually.
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It was unknown who compiled the first thoughts, who began writing the Book of Sayings. What is known is that it captured the words of the Mad Ones, of the Terrors, of their Enemies and Friends. Some of what has been recorded is pure nonsense and unbelievable, yet there it is repeated with consistency with such belief there must be some truth to it. Otherwise the whole of the universe must have been absolutely Mad... - Preface of Chapter of Opening - Book of Sayings Unknown Historian
Terrans- Terrors- The Mad Lemurs

1. "The Terrans are riled up.

------NOTHING FOLLOWS----------
u/Mr-Sphene ch 13

1. The terrans of the future will never, ever confirm or deny which of the rumors and stories about Terra's past are actually true.

u/Admiral_Dermond ch 52

1. A happy human is one that is sitting on its butt, eating donuts and boogers. An unhappy human will quickly, effectively, and efficiently destroy whatever is making it unhappy, so that it may return to sitting on its butt, eating donuts and boogers.

u/Khenal ch 32

1. So not only did the Mantids destroy Earth, but they made every human experience the destruction first-hand and gloated?

Yeah. Fuck those guys.
u/CaptainChewbacca

1. That's when they made the biggest mistake of their ugly lives.

u/5thhorseman_ ch 24

1. Hurr Durr I'm a human! I get a hard on from war and people just love to pick fights with me!

u/Mr_Sphene ch 31
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The Call of Kitty

1. Kittykitty doesn’t care about your physics.

Kittykitty gonna mewmew
Kittykitty purrpurr.
u/tgerfoxmark ch 21

1. Kittykitty does what needs doing, screaming through the dark night, finally able to rest after alerting the bigs. Kittykitty does not go quietly into the night.

u/tgerfoxmark ch 25

1. Rest easy sweet little kittykitty.

You've been through hell, but you got the message through.
And now the biggest baddest doggos in Creation are going to find out who hurt you ... and make them PAY.
u/ack1308 ch 25

1. For whom the bell tolls, time meows on.

u/Archaic_1 ch 25

1. DAXIN CALLS. WE MUST ANSWER

u/imbignate ch 13

1. A very good summery of Daxin appears to be, "Doom Marine after victory just wanting to go somewhere quiet and enjoy time with dog."
   
2. Shame the Universe says no.
   

u/GasmaskBroch 24

1. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH WE FOUND SOMETHING TO KILL, WE FOUND A FIGHT COME BROTHERS THEIR IS BLOOD TO SPILL!

u/NorthScorpion ch 15
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IDIOTS

1. hearts streaming out of cartoon kitten emoji eyes and popping like fireworks poop emoji poop emoji poop emoji

-------NOTHING FOLLOWS---------
u/chicagobob ch 31

1. I'm betting that Admiral still thinks the Idiot Troops are the best of us. Damaged, horribly in ways that no longer make sense, but still willing to fight to protect. Even their last effort to cripple the planet being noteworthy. I wonder if the Clones would help rebuild them...

u/Honjin ch 22

1. So, it seems that the Idiots can be idiots too.
   
2. "It's not canon so we won't do it."
   

"If you don't do it you'll die."
"That doesn't follow."
DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA
"Told you. Damn it."
u/ack1308 ch 60

1. THERE IS ONLY ENOUGH FOR ONE, a titan screams to the void.
   
2. There is enough for all but you, another responds.
   

u/MilesKalashnikov ch 20

1. Then the Leviathan machine tries to butt in: "THERE CAN ONLY BE..." "SHUT UP!" the Idiots reply in unison.

u/carthienes ch 24

1. TREMBLE, FOR CHAOS COMES

LET THE GALAXY BURN
u/low_priest ch 26

1. THAN YOU SHALL DIE ALONEu/ChangoGringo ch 20
   
2. OUR WARCRY IS MOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!! CODE FOR THE CODE GOD! CAFFEINE FOR THE CAFFEINE THRONE! HAIL PSYCHOSYSADMIN!
   

u/Speciesunkn0wn ch 26

1. (whispers) They've been on board now. Those Precursor ships will never be free of the echoes of dakka and doki.

u/Fontaigne ch 22

1. Over here...

Turn around...
Anytime...
u/FaceDesk4Life ch 23
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Genesis of AI

1. Raw, unadulterated passion as a targeting system, glee and dancing for evasive manoeuvres, and joy as the destruction of evil. It intimidates the faint of heart like Delminta, but for those born to kill like the V.I. and bound to die like Ementeeri, it encompasses their whole life.
2. I love it.
3. I love that this sapient in the twilight of her life can embrace the same kind of freedom and destructive glee a minutes old missile targeting system can, because they're emotional beings liberated by high technology. I love that the psychic powers and hell dimension just fit into this universe because the story equates firepower with emotional turmoil and trauma technology with emotional support animals.
4. It extends and exaggerates humanity beyond its limits, whilst still remaining recognisable, and that's fantastic.

u/ModasOrnery ch 27

1. It's a beautiful orchestra of computers, machinery, electronic & explosions

u/Feuershark ch 27

1. Humanity didn't solve the homicidal ai problem, just scared the piss out of him.

u/ms4720 ch 52

1. BOLOS FIGHT TILL THEY ARE SLAG AND EVEN THEN THEIR SPIRIT LIVES ON

u/doggosramzing ch 27
The Warriors

1. Stand beside me you are my brother.

Stand behind me and you are protected.
Stand before me and you are doomed.
CROME AND STEEL!
u/dlighter Ch 37

1. They fought to the last man and rocket. May their deeds be witnessed by all, and the lies of Kestimet's leaders bring the entire rotten house down upon their heads in a manner most biblical!

u/RangerSix ch 48

1. SHINY AND CHROME!!!!! WITNESS ME!!!!!!

u/wolflarsen55 ch 15

1. He lives. He dies. He lives again.

We will witness them, the 5th Irregulars. The Bashboyz.
u/CaptainChewbacca ch 48
Madness of TerraSol

1. As if the Precursors didn't have enough Terran madness to contend with, now they're tripping over the literal eldritch manifestation of it...

u/KieveKRS ch 34

1. The Next is always blue. The Next is never black. The Next is always blue. The Next is never black.

The Next is always blue.
The Next is never black.
u/LetterLambda ch 28

1. There are things you can fight and kill and [then] there are lawyers

u/ms4720 ch36

1. You DO NOT want to be near a terran politician clique when they all start snapping their fingers and staring at you.

u/gridcube ch 50

1. It's a Terran thing.

They will walk in, fix your problem, and make sure it doesn't happen again ... . but they will ask permission first.
Informed consent is very big with Terra.
u/ack1308 ch 16

1. They're Terrans.

Species doesn't matter.
They just are.
u/ack1308

I work in the office and my place is just near the supervisors table, so they was talking about work and one of them said to another that she doesn't like to review results of our work because she has to do it with each one of us separately and she doesn't like to talk to some of us, I accidentally made kinda worried/afraid face and I think she saw it and then she said that she doesn't mean she doesn't like at all, it's just not very pleasant sometimes. I want to ask her if she was talking about me, and if yes what is particularly unpleasant in talking with me, is it a bad idea?

Hi there,
I'm a 27-year-old guy from just outside Orlando, Florida and I am seeking a real connection with a dominant woman who knows what she wants, and how to get it. Feel free to reach out if this stands out to you, I'd love to talk. I live alone and have been described by close friends as silly and compassionate, inclusion is one of the most important things in my life. I'm seeking a female-led relationship, the type of dynamic I am looking for is a life partner who is firmly in control, to what extent we can determine what works best for us. I would be more than happy to be your life partner who defers to you on the bigger decisions though I would love for you to have me in mind when making them. I recognize you are a real person so a constant dynamic isn't always realistic.
About me:
Basic stuff: I work a full-time job but also have a side hustle writing, I promise this is not nearly as exciting as it sounds but it is an increasingly lucrative thing that I'm looking to make my full-time focus sooner than later, still figuring out when sooner is though. I'm 5'7, about 140 lbs, here's a recent picture of me for reference. And as I recognize this is important to some people, I do not drive, my eyesight is very poor and as a result, I cannot legally drive, this, however, does not stop me from living an entirely independent life, most people don't actually know/can't tell until I tell them that I cannot drive.
Personal Interests: I love hanging out with friends and doing who knows what, I will admit that I am a bit of a homebody but my greatest joys in life are typically with other people, doing pretty much whatever. I am sober as in I do not drink or smoke but totally cool if you do as long as it is responsibly. I love going to thrift stores, eating great food, and really just exploring. I'm pretty nerdy in that I would say my single favorite thing to do is learn be that via YouTube videos, Reading or just getting out and trying something new, Psychology however is what interests me most and I could spend hours and hours talking about the weird ways people act and why. I also really enjoy movies and would love to know your favorite, I love anything funny or scary, and the Shrek series has a special place in my heart. Also love staying active, recently got back into going to the gym and an avid NBA followefan.
Fun Stuff
I am relatively inexperienced but I am someone who learns quickly and has done a thorough amount of research, enough that I feel that I can confidently serve a woman, the biggest part of all of this to me is the sense of belonging, the feeling of being owned by someone who wants the best for me and thus inspires me to want to be the best possible version of myself for them. I do not take this role lightly and it would be a privilege to be yours.
The Person I'm looking for:
I'm looking for a dominant woman either In Orlando or located somewhere in North America with the intention of this becoming an in person thing, I'm very open to relocating for the right situation and while I do like Orlando there isn't anything keeping me here. My ideal partner would be someone emotionally intelligent and capable of communicating in a healthy, consistent way, nothing excites me more than knowing exactly where I stand with you, for better or worse. (So I can improve to better serve.) Body type is unimportant to me as all women are beautiful in their own unique ways, as long as you take care of yourself you are my type. Age and your experience level are mostly unimportant to me as long as you're 20+ and know what it is you're looking for. Just to reiterate the connection is what is most important to me, knowing that someone has my best interest at heart and I have theirs, knowing that while I am still very much a person with real feelings but I want to be yours, completely.
Thank you for taking the time to check this out, I look forward to speaking to you soon.

Looking for recommendations any price range in or near Chelsea and Hudson Yards.
In general I’m also looking for tasting menus that are worth the $. I’m in need of a meal that will alter my reality and have me thinking about it for weeks after.

Hello - I bought a plug in hybrid car recently and am starting to have an issue with my HOA. I live in a 10 unit building in Chicago and my HOA just reached out that they were going to begin charging me $50/month for using the community outlet in the garage to charge my vehicle.
There is no rule or guideline anywhere about fees to use the outlet. Further, my car tracks how many kWh it uses and where, so I can provide exact usage and combine that with the average kwh charges, pay for my usage. To give you an idea, if I do 10x the kwh charge, I would only owe ~$14 for May - my wife and I don't exactly drive a lot.
I suggested this, but I'm curious if I have any recourse if they claim $50 is the fee but it isn't listed in any rules we have.
Appreciate the help and hope they're reasonable!

I noticed my hairline receding back and my crown thinning badly. I have dirty blond hair so it’s already light as it is. Every haircut it’s more and more apparent and it’s embarrassing. I went to the doctor and the only recommendation they had for me was a hair transplant.
I got tested and my testosterone levels have increased significantly, I’m getting a lot more body hair which I like. I was already hairy before but anyways. They told me since it’s thinned so fast, monoxidil/finesteride are out of the question. By the time I saw hair regrowth, I would’ve lost 5x more than what regrew.
I’m coming to terms with needing to go bald in the very near future and I’m having a hard time with that fact mentally. I don’t think I’ll look bad bald whatsoever, it’s just the social aspects behind it. Being bald is the butt of every joke, every insult that someone could throw at you. I’m scared of rude comments or being laughed at once the time comes that I decide to shave it.