(Relationship here is ambiguous, kept it mostly wholesome in that respect so anything works really. Hope this kind of thing is allowed on the sub)
“Fuck!”
You hear him before you see him. The exclamation of horror as he sees you. The quick, light footsteps on the ground as he rushes towards you. The panicked gasp as he kneels at your side, a gloved hand nervously swooshing his hair out of his face as he takes in the damage
You can see Angel’s face now, brows pinched together at the middle, jaw slack. You’d make a joke about it if you were in any condition to do so. Anything to lighten the mood. Anything to wipe the fear from his face. Knowing you’d upset him so badly hurt more than your wounds
“Holy shit, what the fuck happened to you?!”
He helps you lean more comfortably against the wall, his touch so light, so gentle, as if worried one wrong move would break you. You groan softly at the movement, but don’t protest
“… I… Val…”
For the briefest of moments, there’s nothing but pure terror in his eyes, and he recoils slightly. But then, Angel’s expression turns to cold fury, eyes almost seeming to glow with a blazing fire
“What. The fuck. Did he do?”
You shake your head a bit, managing to reach a hand up and gently pat his shoulder. Normally you’d struggle to manage this, what with how tall Angel’s eight foot frame was compared to you, but with him kneeling at your side like this, you couldn’t help but take advantage to soothe your friend
“N-no… I got him…”
Now Angel is confused. “You… got him? Whaddaya mean?”
“I…” A grunt of pain escapes you as Angel removes one of his gloves and puts pressure on one of your nastier wounds, letting the pink fabric stain with your blood. “I killed him…”
Angel almost drops the glove at this. For a moment, he can’t speak. His eyes are wide with shock. He blinks. Once. Twice
“… I… you what…?”
He looks down at you with utter disbelief
“You fuckin’… you fuckin’ killed him?!”
You nod slightly, a cough wracking your body and aggravating your wounds. “Ngh… y-yeah… he, ah, he did a number on me, though…”
“I can see dat…” Angel mumbled quietly, still seeming in a state of shock. “What… how… why? Why’d ya do it…?”
“He hurt you.”
Your answer is simple. Immediate. It requires no hesitation. Yet somehow it seemed to throw Angel for yet another loop
“… You… you killed him… you killed Valentino… for me?”
You nod slightly, hating how quietly he said it. As if he didn’t believe that he could be important enough to kill for. Important enough to die for
“Oh…”
He leans closer, gently cupping your cheek with his hand. You’ve never touched his hand before, it was always through the gloves. But now that glove was keeping you together, and you could feel his touch first-hand for the first time. It was soft, it was warm and it was impossible to resist tilting your head into
His expression softened at this, and he resigned to question you later when you weren’t in such a nasty condition. He could worry about that later. For now, all he wanted was to see you safe
“C’mon, baby, let’s get yous some place safe, yeah?”
His free arms moved under you, and he checked you were ready before gently scooping you into his arms princess style. You hissed quietly with pain from the sudden movement, but his fingers running through your hair soothed you
“It’s okay, it’s okay. I know. But I ain’t leavin’ ya out here like this. C’mon, I know a place where we can getcha all patched up. Brave little fucker like you deserves the best treatment, right~?”
You rest your head against Angel’s chest floof as he starts walking, moving slowly to keep the walk as steady as possible for you
“… Thank you, by the way… I really… I dunno what I did ta make ya like me so much, but, ah… well, whatever it is, I’m glad I have somethin’ in me that somehow makes me special enough to deserve you…”
A soft smile plays on his face as he looks down at you. His fingers continue to toy with your hair, as if trying to make up for what you’ve endured on his behalf
“Just…“ His smile fades, replaced with guilt and concern washing over his features. “Please don’t go off fightin’ Overlords for me, ‘kay? It ain’t worth seein’ you hurt. Not for me.”
“Especially for you.”
Your words bring tears to his eyes, but he quickly shakes his head to try and dismiss them. “Nah, that ain’t right, cutie. But thanks.”
He leans down and places a tender, yet innocent kiss on your forehead. “Now you just relax, I’ll getcha taken care of. It’s the least I can do for my little hero.”

My husband seems to think I live as though in a self-fulfilled prophecy. I perceive that he is being withdrawn/passive aggressive, withdraw myself, and then get upset at any subsequent slight, which he argues I bring upon myself and doesn’t reflect reality.
As an example, we had A/C issues the other day in the house. I was out grocery shopping when this happened while he was home with our toddler (who was being needy at the time of course). I get a text message while at checkout, “heat pump emergency. Toddler needy. Please come home.”
So I finished up as quickly as I could and headed home. He was googling stuff to deal with the situation and not communicative, which I understood because of the situation, obviously. But he didn’t take 2 seconds to explain what was going on, even after it was sorted.
He did not even acknowledge me in any way even though we hadn’t seen each other all day. He just suggested playing video games with our kids, but timing was poor, it was time to start making dinner. I declined, which I could tell he didn’t like. Video games are usually our family time; everyone partakes, or nobody does. But they went ahead anyway to play, although I could hear some frustration in a sigh he let out when I said no to playing (at the time sprawled out on couch and unwilling to hike upstairs for anything!)
I was really worn out, coming down with a cold since a couple days, but reluctantly started making dinner because, well, it was nearly 5 and everyone else is gaming. The kitchen is in a state even though he took the day off to be with toddler. He tends to focus on the parts of parenting that he LIKES doing, and frig the rest. I guess it’s good that I’m there to pick up the slack in those areas with no complaints. Except does it bother me? Yes. Do I bring it up? Yes. Do things change? No.
I was continuously not spoken to throughout dinner (not even asked if I needed help which he often does, also not a word during dinner itself). At this point I’m just getting miffed and feeling like I may as well not exist? So I retire to the bedroom right after finishing my plate, and not like I expected him to check on me or anything but I do overhear asking the kids 3 times “where is mommy?!” His usual annoyed tone of voice like when I go prep myself in the morning leaving him alone to prep breakfast for 10 minutes. So he didn’t seem to care when I was there but was bothered when I was gone?
Am I painting a picture of a woman who victimizes herself and won’t take responsibility here, or do I have legit reasons to be upset? The entire weekend was ruined because of basically just ignoring each other. I tried to start a conversation Saturday to ask what he was mad about. He basically denied anything being wrong, but admitted it was stressful for him to be on the hook for hundreds of dollars for car repairs this week. The funny thing is, I work full time also, make more than him, but my expenses are such that I have no room for incidentals like this. Our budget is pretty balanced, but he tends to be able to foot a big bill 90% of the time whereas I never can.
I’m just feeling gaslit. He acts like he was acting fine when I knew in my gut he wasn’t. Seems he’s taking a few things out on me. The expensive car repairs, and the fact that I was getting groceries for our family while he had this little emergency. I don’t think he handles stress well, but he won’t give therapy a fair shot.
He put the onus on me to “try”, saying things were good when I tried and now I wasn’t anymore. That I just withdrew and he tried to respect that. That day was also the day before my period so it may be I was extra sensitive, but I hesitate to admit that to him because he’ll be quick to pass the blame on my hormones rather than himself.

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https://old.reddit.com/ModCoord/comments/1401qw5/incomplete_and_growing_list_of_participating/
https://www.reddit.com/SubredditDrama/comments/1404hwj/mods_of_rblind_reveal_that_removing_3rd_party/
https://www.reddit.com/redditdev/comments/13wsiks/api_update_enterprise_level_tier_for_large_scale/jmolrhn/?context=3
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Episode 6
Back in the woods just west of Cincinnati in a dilapidated barn, Ridgemont and his supervisor, Harlan Brooks, were surveying the area to put signs to indicate the rural and largely undisturbed nowhere they stood was to become the path of a major railway.
In the frenzied gnats and baking sun beside an old rusting Ford F-250 just under the cover of the barn. On the back window, a sticker still visible that read “I will NOT worship your DEIty,” they had stopped for a break before they headed back to their state vehicle parked off the main road.
Brooks was a hard-working man who had been in the same department – installing wayfinding signs for the state – going on almost 23 years. He was a simple man, easy going…always on time and rarely took any sort of extended vacations.
“You do gotta be careful,” he explained to Ridgemont. “This can be a dangerous job. We’re lifting up a ten foot square of sheet metal – something happens…it ain’t secure or something…you’re lookin at a giant guillotine.”
“Has anything ever happened?” Ridgemont asked him.
“I seen it one time,” Brooks began. “About 15 years ago, we were up over just north of Cincinnati, below Clifton puttin up a new exit ramp sign. I hadn’t quite made supervisor yet, I was still on crew. This particular day we had a community service group putting in their hours they had assigned to us. And in our group, we had a new guy, about 22 years old, named Alberto. Two of the community service walk-ons were up in the bucket getting it secured to the frame and Alberto went underneath to get a look at how it was lining up. Well one of them in the bucket thought the other one had it bolted on already and they let it go and it fell straight down through Alberto’s neck and out his torso…it cut him in half, pool fella. I almost quit. One of the worst sights I ever seen.”
“Wow,” said Ridgemont, obviously unphased.
“So 2 warnings,” said Brooks, “don’t stand under no signs and we always do a triple check to make sure it’s bolted on tight before anyone lets it go.”
Ridgemont looked out into the woods, “So where’s this rail going?” he asked.
“As far as we’re concerned, to the river,” he said. “But I think it’s supposed to go down to Wichita.”
“How many signs do we need to do for this one?” Ridgemont asked.
“Says 6 from downtown Cincinnati to the river at Delhi Hills – then the Kentucky crew will take it from there. Typically we’ll get our order form for the week, usually about 50 -60 new signs, change-outs, inspections…and when we’re done with those – we’re done for the week. So we can usually finish up by Thursday – a 4 day work week. Not bad, you know.”
“Yeah,” Ridgemont said…”not bad.”
Vance Owens stood inside the Kentucky state capitol building, speaking into what was known as the media box – dubbed ‘the meadow’. It was a virtual reality room in which anyone or podcaster or syndicate could pull the feed and comment, ask questions. The senator was providing commentary on the developing space program and the new discovery of an Earth-like planet found orbiting the star, Alkaid in the Ursa Major constellation.
“Kentucky – particularly Mayfield – is committed to being a central hub and accommodating location for the pursuant space program and new efforts to reach the stars,” he said. “We are right off the Ohio River, feeding into the Mississippi. We are at a geographic location that isn’t light-polluted and Kentuckians are ready to take on this challenge and take this generation into distant reaches of the galaxy.”
Someone in the VR indicated via light that she had a question.
Owens pointed over, acknowledging.
“Thank you, Senator Owens. Recent talks have definitely gotten people talking and this all seems very ambitious. Given that the CIRN Federation is the leader in space exploration and these announcements around coming on the heels of their admittedly, now-failed ten year colonization efforts of Mars, what kinds of resistance do you expect for America 2 to pursue a mission lightyears away?” asked the woman.
“Well I think that’s a valid and grounded skepticism to hold,” he answered. “And I understand this is an uphill battle to gain public trust in the mission and we will need all 5 American sektors on board – but I have seen the science and new technology behind what might be possible and I want Kentucky to be at the forefront of this – that’s a gamble I’m ready to take.”
It was about 8PM when Ridgemont and Madame Tandoori arrived at the little studio of Ron Rosen. It was a converted upstairs bedroom of a fairly unimpressive house in north Cincinnati. Rosen had a sizeable following – but that didn’t translate to wealth. He made above the universal basic income, but no enough to be extravagant. Most of the people who hung around his house just used drugs, wasting away.
The pair walked up to Rosen’s upstairs studio and took a seat. The lottery numbers would be called at 9PM and Rosen would compare with the numbers Madame Tandoori had chosen the night before. The hour leading up to the drawing was spent with Rosen veiled insulting the pair and other jokes at their expense as the room of his ‘yes men’ types laughed.
It was 8:55 and Rosen shifted his conversation but maintained his tone of Ridgemont and Madame Tandoori being the butt of his jokes, “Alright, it’s about the moment we’ve all been waiting for…they’re about to call the lottery numbers in 5 minutes. And so last night, I asked you to put your powers to the test, and you filled out a six-numbered lottery ticket, the Cold Cash Slamma Jamma and we will reveal here, in real time how you did,” he said with inflections of cynicism.
He turned in his seat and opened a vault with a sealed envelope and asked one of his co-hosts to open them and hand the ticket to Madame Tandoori. Rosen had been insulting her all evening long and this was to be the climax of the show in which he would completely humiliate her.
“And before they call this, I want to let be known, I am so confident in this that I found a casino to take this bet at massive odds and I put down $30,000 betting you would not get any more than 3 numbers correct – and I only gave you that allowance in the event of random dumb luck. But that’s how confident I am that you are a fraud,” he said.
“Wow,” she said, unphased and looked over at Ridgemont. “I’ll tell you what, I don’t want you to walk away empty-handed, so when I win, you can have half the ticket.”
They all laughed. He asked one of his co-hosts what the winning jackpot prize was, and it was $2.63 billion.
“So it’s a win-win,” Rosen said. “Either way lads, we’re gonna be moving into a much nicer studio, better house…”
The lottery came up and the numbers began coming up and they were; 45-19-18-02-37-20.
Rosen looked up and said, “Okay, so 2, 18,19,20, 37, 45…as if the odds weren’t bad enough, but the odds of 3 consecutive numbers like that? 18,19,20….but let’s get to the main course…Madame Tandoori…please reveal your ticket to the us and 44 million other people watching around the world right now.”
She looked at Ridgemont and they grinned at each other. She held up the ticket and it read, 02, 18,19,20,37,45.
Rosen’s crew erupted. Rosen went pale, stunned and then flush red in the face, terrified. “That’s impossible,” he uttered.
He looked around and back at her, “Well, at least I get half!”
She looked at him and said, “Yep, I’m a woman of my word, here is your half,” and she ripped the ticket in half and gave it to him and ate her half.
The room was split between people shocked and people screaming.
“You sick bitch!” Rosen screamed at her. “Shut down the stream!” he yelled. “You two are dead!” He was slamming his fist on the table.
He jumped up to lunge at Madame Tandoori and as he was charging toward her he stopped and grabbed his head, screaming. His eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth agape and tongue hanging out. His arms, wrists, fingers and legs were locking and spasming and he fell to the ground. Madame Tandoori watched and looked back at Ridgemont, who sat there stone expressionless watching Rosen convulse on the ground.
One of the guys in the room got up and started charging toward Ridgemont, “What the fuck did you do??!”
As he was about to shove Ridgemont with his massive arms, he stopped and grabbed his chest, gasping for breath and collapsed.
Just outside the home studio of Ron Rosen, in a nice vehicle, sat Daphne Chambers. She looked up to the window of the studio and Madame Tandoori walked up to the window and looked outside at her and they looked one another in the eyes.
“We’ve got enough room for one more,” Madame Tandoori told her through their minds.
Daphne started the car and drove off.
Come back next week for Episode 7

Now that the Tish saga is done, it's time to move on to our landlord's retribution. This is a long one because I don't want to divide the story. TL;DR at the end.
Hubby and I lived in this apartment complex from 2016-2019. Until 2018, the apartment next to Tish's was rented by a Dominican couple who (apart from the Colosseum they erected in their living room every weekend for televised boxing matches) were very nice. So, Hubby and I were kind of bummed when the couple decided that they'd had enough of our complex. They came home one day to find at their doorstep a big-ass rat the size of a cat snacking merrily on some KFC bones that had dropped from Tish's garbage can. I would also argue that the couple probably found it hard to sleep with Tish's headboard slapping against their bedroom wall all weekend long (cue Vybez Kartel & Spice).
We were further disappointed when we realized they were being replaced by a mother and her two daughters. It's not that I don't like kids. I just that Jay wasn't exactly a model for confidence.
The family was quiet and timid, but it was clear they had problems. Big problems. According to what Tina would tell me in "casual" conversations in the laundry room, she had once sat upon her parents’ very high pedestal and - by her own account - had been violently shoved from that pedestal when she found herself pregnant with her first daughter. She'd tried to climb another very high pedestal and managed to stay there long enough to marry and have her second child, but "the cheating dog" had kicked Tina from the apex of prosperity to the pits of impoverishment once more. Heavy shit for laundry room talk.
But, it was hard to sympathize with Tina. The girls, unfortunately, seemed to understand all too well that they were Tina’s “burden”. The teenager (Mel) was ferrety and surly - which some would say is normal for a 15yo - but do 15yos spank their own sisters? Not fight - spank. As a parent would. And the 8yo, while sweet, tore through boundaries like acrylic nails through cheap toilet paper.
Tish immediately hated Tina because there was only enough room in this complex for one shit show at a time. Every time I saw Tish and Tina pass one another around the complex, the air would grow cold and the birds would flee to the West.
But, Tish and Jay left not long after Tina and her girls moved in. If y’all are looking for the catfight of the century, I am so sorry, but I must disappoint you. Jay's father returned from graduate school and got primary custody of Jay. That meant Tish was no longer entitled to child support, and she couldn't afford the apartment anymore. Hubby and I sacrificed a goat to the Most High in gratitude.
But then a few weeks after Tish and Jay left, Hubby and I noticed strange noises coming from the apartment upstairs. It should have been empty, but we heard chairs dragging against the floor at all hours of the evening. I called our landlord and asked if anyone had moved in, but she told us, "No."
"But there is someone upstairs," I told her. She dismissed me. Said there was no one up there.
Then why, only a few nights after that, was the security gate to Tish's old apartment open? And why were the lights on?
I called our landlord, but our landlord told me to take it easy, which was nice speak for "Leave me alone, you paranoid dumbfuck.”
Well, Hubby was sure some hobo was shacking up in Tish’s old apartment, which was highly likely considering where we lived. Our former apartment complex rests within one of the only remaining residential nooks in a fast-growing bacchanal city. On the street to the north is a string of touristy restaurants. On the street to the south is the sleaziest bar in five miles, and on the street to the right was a brothel masquerading as an AirBnB. It never once crossed my mind that the girls in 6-inch heels, batty riders, and lashes out to Wednesday walking up and down the road at 1:00 a.m. might were “working”…
Anyway, Hubby decided to go check on the apartment upstairs, and lo - the security gate and front door were both unlocked. Hubby figured Tish or our landlord must have left the doors open by accident, which allowed whoever the hell it was dragging chairs over our heads to enter the vacant apartment. I passed this knowledge on to our landlord, who assured me that she’d send a locksmith to change the locks.
It was an evening after the locksmith changed the locks that Hubby and I came home late to find ourselves face-to-face with the intruder upstairs. At the door to Tish’s old apartment was Mel. With her was a man who, though young, was clearly older than Mel, picking at the security gate lock.
When Mel saw us, she jumped so high she nearly took down some shingles from the roof. The young man, however, bid us a very cordial good evening. Then, he finished picking the locks to the doors and entered the apartment. Yes, my dear people. Mel had broken into the apartment upstairs and set up camp.
You better believe I called my landlord and told her about what we’d just seen. She was shocked. Was I sure that’s who I’d seen breaking into the apartment? Mel was such a mannerly, mature young woman. It must have been someone else! I guess I wasn't just a paranoid dumbfuck, but a blind one as well.
Anyway, a few days later, Mel and Tina started moving furniture into Tina’s apartment. They didn't say anything to us when they saw us. I wondered if I was the bad guy, but Hubby said no: I should call our landlord and report.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I told Tina that Mel could camp out there for a while."
What?
Well, friends, what happened was that our landlord called Tina to confront her about Mel breaking into the apartment. But then Tina told our landlord about her recent fall from grace and then lamented about the horrors of parenting a teenager all alone in a one-bedroom apartment. She cried so much that our landlord decided to make a deal. For $200 a month, Tina could rent the empty apartment for Mel under the condition that when a new tenant was found Mel would move out.
Okay, fine, I thought. If that's how you want to run your apartments, that's up to you. I'll stay out of your business next time.
And that's just what I did when I came home from work one day to find an American couple dressed in bathing suits trying to open the gate to the complex.
And I continued to do so the week after that when Hubby saw Mel cleaning the apartment while three Australian ladies grilled by the complex pool.
But, one night when a hooker knocked on our door, I'd had enough.
At first, I tried to give Tina and Mel the benefit of the doubt. Maybe this was something they had worked out with the landlord. Maybe this was actually the landlord playing her hand at AirBnB. So, I worded my texts carefully. Asked our landlord if she'd found a new tenant, since we'd seen some new people in the complex. If she'd been trying out short-term renting since so we noticed so many tourists roaming the complex. If she knew that there were strange people coming in and out every week. No reply.
Turns out we weren't the only tenants concerned - and ignored. Two of our other neighbors had also tried to contact our landlord to tell her about the strange tourists hanging bathing suits all over the fences and ordering "fair" company in the apartment above us. Our landlord, however, never responded to any of us. Didn't even blue tick.
By the time frat boys started renting the apartment, Hubby and I had had enough. We found a new apartment and gave notice. Oddly enough, our landlord got that message as soon as I sent it. She didn't bother asking us why we were moving out, and I didn't push the matter. I didn't even make a fuss when she didn't give us our security deposit back. In my city, it's rare you get that back anyhow.
But then a month later, I got a call from our old landlord. She said she'd assessed the apartment and found no damages, so she had our security deposit ready for us. I mean, money is money, and that was our money, so Hubby and I set a date to meet the landlord at the old place.
Our landlord was oddly chatty when we arrived. At first, we thought she was just excited because she was finally giving the complex a much-needed facelift. But then she started talking about Tina.
[Dramatization below]
Landlord: "Do you remember Tina?"
Hubby looks at me. I look at Hubby. “Of course."
Landlord: "Well, she doesn't live here anymore."
Crickets.
Landlord: "I evicted her."
Quizzical eyebrows.
Landlord: "You won't believe what she was doing."
Side eye-side eye.
Landlord: "Well, she was running an AirBnB! In the apartment right above you!"
Pikachu gasp: "No!"
Apparently, after we left, the landlord came to assess our apartment. When she entered the complex, who did she happen to run into?
A British couple in their bathing suits.
They asked her if she knew where the beach was, and the landlord gave them the directions in exchange for a glimpse at the AirBnB listing they'd contracted.
There it was - Tish's old apartment rented out at $800 a week!!! Take away the $200 a month Tina had arranged to rent the apartment, that was a $3000 profit!
The landlord confronted Tina, and as Tina packed her bags under the close supervision of a police officer, Tina railed on and on about how our landlord was being so cruel to a single mother. How could a fellow woman deny Tina the right to make a living for her girls? No one was using the apartment anyway! She'd sue, she sue for squatter's rights! She was a single mother!!!
So ends the Tina tale, but we have some extra credits. Our landlord realized how lucrative the AirBnB business could be, so she evicted all of the tenants and renovated the complex to open it up for short-term renting. That all came to an end when a 17yo boy drowned in the pool and the family sued the landlord for negligence.
All's well that end's well, eh?
TL;DR: Neighbor breaks into an empty apartment, manages to weasel the landlord into renting it to her for $200/month, and then sublets it on AirBnB for $800 a week!

One of the previous jobs I had, I quit after two shifts. The job itself was fine and suited me, it was working the front desk of a hostel but i had absolutely no support, I had to run a 88 bed hostel completely on my own.
The only 'training' I was given was this how you check someone in, this is how you make a key and this how the washing machine works.
They didn't tell me how I should deal with customer complaints, or customer who didn't want to pay the cash deposit for a room key (which I thought was a ridiculous rule personally and many people didn't want to pay) or how to deal with customers getting aggressive.
Don't get me wrong some of the customers were lovely but others got straight up aggressive and I was a short 20 year old who looked like a 14 year old girl. (No word of a lie I had a couple of people come in and ask if my mum was around)
Also I had to do all the laundry for the place during my shift, which was also the only time people could check in, so I had to constant run up and down 5 flights of stairs in case someone came to check in because you couldn't hear the door bell from all the way up in the attic where the laundry was.
Then on the second shift, the owner told me to only put men in two specific rooms and women into two other specific rooms. So when these rooms got filled an hour into my 8 hour shift (and the place always had loads of walk ins) I phoned her and she told me to start putting them in the other rooms and was speaking to me like I was stupid.
And when a customer demanded I call the owner so he could talk to her after getting aggressive with me, I did so and the owner just ended up riling this 6ft man up even more and hung up.

Hi again.
Due to the majority has voted against going for blackout. We have decided that we should honor that decision, and we want to respect that.
As we would be missing out on large news on the June 11th and with the upcoming demo.
As we still will not be with the blackout, we still believe it is a good cause, so we want you to tell you more about it, and how you can support it.

What is this about?

Reddit has recently announced an update regarding their API access those changes include incredibly high prices for Third Party Mobile Applications, and example of Apollo app reavealing for them to keep existing, they would have to pay $20 million USD/year to operate. And restricting NSFW and mature content only trough their official site.
These changes will be applied on July 1st, and will make all 3rd Party Applications completely unusable.
You can read more about the situation here:
Don't Let Reddit Kill 3rd Party Apps!
An open letter on the state of affairs regarding the API pricing and third party apps and how that will impact moderators and communities.

What's the plan?

On June 12th, many subreddits will be going dark to protest this policy. Some will return after 48 hours: others will go away permanently unless the issue is adequately addressed.
What can you do?

1. Complain. Message the mods of reddit.com, who are the admins of the site: message reddit: submit a support request: comment in relevant threads on reddit, such as this one, leave a negative review on their official iOS or Android app- and sign your username in support to this post.
2. Spread the word. Rabble-rouse on related subreddits. Meme it up, make it spicy. Bitch about it to your cat. Suggest anyone you know who moderates a subreddit join at ModCoord.
3. Boycott and spread the word...to Reddit's competition! Stay off Reddit entirely on June 12th through the 13th- instead, take to your favorite non-Reddit platform of choice and make some noise in support!
4. Don't be a jerk. As upsetting this may be, threats, profanity and vandalism will be worse than useless in getting people on our side. Please make every effort to be as restrained, polite, reasonable and law-abiding as possible.

Thank you.
The FFXVI Mod Team.

Curious as to how much people spend on clothes/accessories per year, given your income? In the last five years, I've been trying to be more mindful and going with quality over quantity (recovering fast fashion shopper). I've started tracking the number of items I buy a year and I'm already up to 10 clothing items (excluding accessories/shoes), which seems like a lot. I'll start:
Clothing/Accessories Budget: $300 a month for clothes/accessories--I don't spend this every month. But some months I'll buy 4 things and spend 600 dollars.
"Extras": I also budget for "milestone" purchases like designer handbags and jewelry--this is a separate line item that I budget 5k-10k for depending on the year.
My income was ~290k net last year and I spent probably $2110 on clothing and accessories (14 items), and then $11k on jewelry.... so about 4.5% of my net income.
I am aware this is a lot / I'm extremely privileged etc. and some people may feel the need to down vote me for that, but I'm asking because I'm genuinely curious, especially given how much consumption I see on social media (I know that that is by no means average). But even within my friend group, I will say that I am probably average in terms of how much I spend / how often I shop.
For context, the average American apparently purchases 64 items of clothing and 7.5 pairs of shoes per year.

All this nonsense was after I'm started as soon as I left my country (Russia). It wasn’t really a day like I wake up and this started. It was slightly getting worse for 7 months. I got sick in Armenia, with god know what, and I wasn’t suspecting Covid at that time. after 1 round of antibiotics, I thought I'm fine. I was in the rush to help myself to heal, as I’m coming to Mexico in 2 weeks. Then suddenly all my hotels started to decline in like 2 weeks to head to OAE. 1 week in UAE was fine, I was with my brother, but we started to argue like crazy, because he got the tournament in sports in active mode, and seems like he didnt wanted to spend time with me. We was living separately, because first agreed to live in the hotel my Mom booked for me, but it’s has been declined, so he switched to his BJJ team option, and was living with them. So I booked super expensive hotel because it was F1 started in abu - Dhabi. No way I have this bad luck bro…and all hotels was stuffed with tourists. End up sleeping in a small room no windows god know who’s been there, not a safely sterile place to be. I was mad at my brother and never talked to him again for a 2 months until I’m back to hometown. Out there started noticing that I’m tolerate to Arabic smells. It was strange but I just let it go cuz I have bigger thing on my check list. I was feeling like I’m not completely come off this condition as it was in Armenia. But I let it go. Then suddenly on my departure day, the guard don’t let me go to the flight on Abu - Dhabi - Paris - Cancun flight, out of nowhere, because I have Russian docs leaving Armenia territory? I started noticed something is ain’t right with my Carma or something. I’m flying to Turkey to fly from there. I’m already was feeling exhausted from that day. And I think it’s the virus started to kick in as cytokine storm. Successfully departured and dropped in Cancun. Migracion control don’t let me go out for 30 minutes (only in my case), all of the passengers entered In the country with no issues. 3 days in was very beautiful! Breathing good, no issues. Swimming in ocean, USA on the way, life is great and full of opportunities. Then this wild sh with sinusitis happend, 37,7 temperature for a whole month, really crazy breathing pattern? I thought I’m having asthma as I’m in new side of world? No. Moved to matamoris, I was also been finnesed 3 times while in Mexico. Why me? Body itching, brain fog started. I was the only one who was waited THAT long to cross the border (I was with the church method, it’s paid, and usually they let u cross in 1-2 week). I was waiting 1,5 month. Then stomach problems, then can't tolerate any high in histamine food. I’m guessing at that time i was having pneumonia but it was unnoticed. When I was crossing the border man… let me tell that…. I was SICK. I was red, temperature 38, cough started. While in USA, owners kicked me out of rented apartments multiple times out of no where… then I went to ER and they find pneumothorax with pleuritis out of nowhere… 4 times in ER… then somebody try to snatch me and human trafficked me. What’s that all about? Got luck to be alive and dropped on the Irvine highway. many doctors… run out of money… flight back to Russia without of doubts. My body betrayed me and my plans. Somebody playing with my soul and I have no Luck living as an immigrant, near to death experience. In my hometown, all the tests came back normal. I’m out of mind thinking I’m tweaking cuz of that. Ct scans of lungs - but without contrast - clean. Ultrasound of the heart clean, thyroid clean, ECG clean, visits to gastroenterologist - same pills, same treatment that don’t work.. PPI f up my stomach even more. except for spirometry, it was awful like I have COPD pattern?! 63% of the lung capacity. Constricted airways? Pulmonologist didn’t say nothing at all. My cognitive functions seems disappeared, I can’t remember things, slurping my words, can’t thinks of multiple thing of one time, I’m hearing sounds ridiculously weird, like they on the foreground, my movement not stable, I’m not feeling time at all, like I’m an alien. I can’t breathe. Like I’m breathing continuously in brochoconstriction. My chest is tight and I’m out of breath and have crazy dyspnea walking place to place. Still walking 5 km a days and don’t wanna be a sick dude. I do it, my principals don’t let me be bed bounded. Even some days I bed bounded like crazy. That's crazy cuz I was thinking I had lung cancer. Still do sometimes. But later I catch on, thats a LONG COVID. Tried COPD inhalers and whole lotta asthmatic stuff, only improvement cuz of COPD inhaler. Spirometry slightly improved in 3 month. But right now I'm still feeling like I can't breathe normal, like it’s in spasm all the time, even vapes with nicotine… the nicotine not even absorbing in mu lungs? Just tried it tho. like I’m not connected to this universe, I can’t feel my body, I’m starting to have suicidal thoughs. I tried antidepressants, almost 2 months slightly improved my fatigue and miserableness. feels like my bronchi constricted all the time, I can’t even control it.. I look like a completely healthy person to people and they don’t know what’s wrong with me. Either I have COPD because of COVID (I don't cough at all) or I have lung embolism (never did a CT with constrast). Or somebody f… me up and I got demons or whatever., month of arguing with my pulmonologist, now he's done referred me to it. I also have POTS, MCAS. feeling like I'm high all the time. Also GERD just pissing me off, it's so annoying. I never the same as way back…. On my treatment plan is basic supplements like vitamin D,C, Magnesium, Antihistamines 3 times a week, I theanine + glutamine (very helping me with flare ups and I can even drink coffee without feeling V stoopid and brain fog), NMD, trying nattokinase for the first time (got a slight flare up for about 2-3 hours, then feeling okay, I can breathe more), and I'm waiting for ivermectin and oregano oil pills. But what help me the most, it’s the masseur who did something with energy … 4 days in a row now I feel like my consciousness get back to me! But not 100%. Still can’t breathe tho.
What do I do? I hate me for this mistake! to leave my country as a 100% healthy educational kid with a purpose and motivation > only to spend like 40 racks and catch a deadly autoimmune disease, to be miserable and only research what’s wrong with me on daily basis. Help.

Okay, this is my first time posting on Reddit and English is not my main language, so please be gentle with me.
Me (24F) and my boyfriend of nearly 5 years (26M), whom I moved in with 4 months ago, went out for drinks with his bestfriend (who I'll call J for the sake of this post) yesterday. I've known him for as long as we've been dating and consider him to be as much a friend of mine at this point. We all go to the gym together - this will be relevant later.
Now, I had been having PMS symptoms all day and was feeling particularly sensitive last night but still wanted to have a nice time with the both of them, and it had actually been my idea to call up J as we hadn't seen him yet this week.
We were at our usual bar having drinks and at some point we go on our phones, J was showing my boyfriend some funny reels and I was checking in on a girl friend. At some point the conversation between them starts to drift to the topic of girls, as J is single and is currently interested in a female colleague at work so this topic has been reoccurring lately. But the J starts showing my boyfriend racy gym videos that are supposed to be funny but are just really misogynistic and objectifying of women. Like those reels of guys in the gym pretending not to look at girls' asses while they do RDLs and whatnot, right next to their girlfriends too, or even those were they are blatantly staring. And they're usually "funny" at the expense of the girlfriend that's bothered by her boyfriend's obvious staring. You probably know the kind of videos I mean.
This is starting to make me feel uncomfortable as they're doing this right in front of me, as if I'm not there, not even trying to be discreet. It especially bothered me when J, while showing one reel exactly like this to my boyfriend, says to him something along the lines of "look, this one's for you" and winks at him.
I've always been a bit insecure about my figure and had pretty low self-esteem for a while, which is something that I worked on both in therapy and in the gym - strength training as been a great outlet for me. But still, sometimes I have days where I have lower self-image, and PMS does not help when it comes to that. Either way, my boyfriend is quite aware of this and is usually gentle with me and is not the type at all to spend a lot of time looking at other girls on social media.
My point is, that incident made me feel some sort of way and I can't stop thinking about it. I felt humiliated that they were watching those reels right next to me - it's not like it was a guys night, I was there and we were all chatting together up to that point. felt disrespected and really really small.
On the drive home I tried to bring it up with my boyfriend by asking him what was all that about and he simply said that it was nothing and that I couldn't expect him to control his (and my?) friend's behaviour, that it's not like he actually goes around staring at other girls' bums in the gym. And yeah, I know he doesn't and I trust him, that really wasn't the matter for me, the matter was that I felt disrespected by J's comments and his insistence in watching that type of content while I was there and was also resenting my boyfriend for not having changed subjects of said anything, he actually seemed to be finding the whole thing amusing at the time, and laughing along with his friend.
I was left wondering if maybe I should've said something to J, instead of expecting my BF to do so, but I just felt so uncomfortable in the moment that I didn't utter a word. On the other hand, never in my relationship did I pretend to accept that kind of objectifying behaviour, we set our boundaries from the beginning and I always found that my boyfriend respected them for the majority of the time. But around his friend, he didn't seem to care apparently or even acknowledge my feelings of discomfort when I tried to communicate them.
For some reason this really affected me, especially since my BF seemed to forget the whole incident as soon as he dismissed me on the way home. I don't know if it's the PMS speaking or what but I keep replaying what happened in my mind over and over and I feel disgusted over it. I don't know if I'm exaggerating or if I have a right to be as torn up about this as I am.
I don't know if I should try to bring up the subject again? I'm a bit worried I'll be dismissed again, I don't want this to turn into some big fight or to seem like I'm making it more than it is, especially since he seems to have forgotten all about it, even though I've been visibly upset (I've been a couch potato all day ruminating on this but I've blamed the PMS whenever he asks what's up with me).
Any advice on how to deal with this? Or if I should deal with it at all?
TLDR: My boyfriend's best friend was showing him racy "funny" reels while I was right next to them, it made me upset but my boyfriend dismissed it. I'm still insecure and torn up over it.

I'm not much of a Single-Player enjoyer, in fact I've never beat a single-player game. I get my rocks off on optimization, power-creep god-mode jack-of-all-trades kill-everything-while-I-vibe type games.
I love grinding for loot and gaining endless progression, I don't like facing obstacles which require threading the needle of skill and mechanics. Most times I just want to be the baddest in the room, nuking everything effortlessly.
Some games give you that on a silver platter.
Warframe has given me 1,000 hours of enjoyment and I paid financially to get there.
Diablo 3 gave me equal enjoyment but having swapped to Linux some years ago, I could no longer play it.
But holy heck did I love Diablo 3...
Diablo 3 was the first Diablo game I played, not counting the elementary school days of memorizing the CD Key for the original Diablo.
I was quick to rip through the campaign, once I was informed that the "real game" started at the max power level. I remember some rando power-leveling me in a rift and from there I was off to the races of collecting ancients / primals.
I'd copy builds. Learned only one playstyle (Thorns Crusader, I think). Barely thought for myself, and reaped the reward of some highly-voted loremaster. It was instant gratification at the finest.
But at the end of the day, all there was left for me to do was to chase god-rolls.. plateau at some rift level where it was nuke or be nuked.
After finding out Diablo 4 ran on Linux, I turbo-bought it with the same intentions of Diablo 3... and at least for now, I've been mistaken.
Sadly, I don't get the option to play as my badass crusader chick, but my interim barbarian will do for now.
But the second thing I noticed is that pace is much slower and the action feels far more meaningful!
I just can't face-tank shit like I was expecting. I feel nearly useless as four or five giant tree dudes chase me around a forest seeking to sit my ass down yet again.
I literally just start the game! Where's the fodder I was expecting?
After numerous failed starting boss fights, I've had to dial back the difficulty a few times as well as rethink my strategies.
I've had to learn kiting and avoidance, Minor synergies in soon-to-be-obsolete gear, even the significance of respec and defensive mechanics.
Barely winning fights and slowly leveling up has been a gift. I can feel myself getting stronger over time and that reward feels far more meaningful than the instant gratification I'm used to.
Even if Diablo 4 playstyle eventually converges with Diablo 3 at its end-game, I think I've finally gotten to experience what it's like to actually play a game how it's intended to be played.
I kinda like it.

Want to ask for advice.
CONTEXT: We exclusively dated for 2yrs and months. Bago kasi ako pumayag magpaligaw, I told him na diploma muna bago bf. He agreed to my terms. He said he can wait. Tho, nagbago rin naman isip ko nung 1yr na kami higit kasi ba't pa patatagalin e kung parang mag bf/gf na rin kami. I asked him kailan niya ako tatanungin (lmao iknow) pero ayun he insisted that we both graduate first.
FF Now that we are both graduating...
Noong tuesday, he asked me if I'm still sure if I can wait for him kasi his priorities shifted. Kasi aware na ako na even if we both graduated, he won't be asking me still. Kasi after acads, career naman. I agree naman that we both need to prioritize that. I assumed na maybe if we both find stable careers, maybe he'll ask me na. So, I still stayed kaya medj tumagal pa kami.
Ayon balik sa tuesday happenings, he asked me if i'm sure ba... Told him that I can wait but I asked for assurance(label). He can't guaranteed it. So, I asked if he wants to go on our separate ways na ba. He said na he'll let me decide on that and asked my thoughts. Told him that I don't want to but if he gave me one good reason to stay(assurance), i'll stay. Pero ayon, he told me na he still has no words about 'us'. And that his priorities shifted(career).
I understood him. Clearly, we both need to prioritize naman talaga yung career. 🙂 tho, i hoped na we could do both relationship&career.
Anyways, since he let me decide wether to go our separate ways or not... I decided na we should separate but not really separate?? That we should just go back to being friends kasi we both cherish our circle of friends and ayaw namin pareho may mawala/mabawas just because nag break eme.
Other reason why I decided to go into our separate ways din is because this time pinili ko sarili ko. I'm being treated unfairly this past months or maybe this past 1yr din na kami(tho wala kami label 🥴). Last year, ganitong month din nung nag cool off kami hahah skl. Ayaw ko na i-latag on how i was treated unfairly. Basta, I'm at disadvantage 🙄.
MY QUESTION NOW IS:
Today, he messaged me. He said na may question daw diya and okay lang kung ayaw ko sagutin. I replied "?". Then, he asked me if I hate him ba because of what happened (noong tuesday). He said sorry. Then he shared na feeling daw niya kinakarma siya because every single day, may iba't ibang nangyayari. Even his graduation daw niya is uncertain. Then ayun, he said sorry again.. and that he does not blame me kung ayun iniisip ko (that i hate him ata). Said that he just wanted to clear some air and that he hopes that I can forgive him.
Sineen ko lang. Nung nag message siya, i'm pissed off? Mad? Because i decided and was trying to move forward na from him by playing online games with online friends. Iniiwasan ko mag relapse. I mourn for what would've, could've, and should've been for us.
Anyways, after ko mag cool down, and re-read his message, nag reflect ako. I don't hate him for what happened. It is what it is. Wala rin akong sama ng loob for him. Because even if what we had didn't last long, he treated me well naman and I'll forever cherish all the good memories.
Idk baka bare minimum enjoyer lang ako haha.
Now, I just wanna know your thoughts??? Should I reply to him saying na i don't hate him? Or let him realize what he let go of?? Kasi i was taken for granted? Treated unfairly? Even he admitted na selfish nga siya.
Kasi at the back of my mind, kung hindi unfortunate events ang nangyayari sa kanya ngayon, hindi siya mag s-sorry?? Tho, other side naman is wala naman siya dapat ika-sorry kasi it is what it is na nga sa nangyari??
Gusto ko na lang talaga mag move forward. And i can do that even if i don't reply to him. I mean, u can forgive naman someone w/o the need to reply. 😫 Gusto ko maging selfish naman this time and let him realize kung gaano kasayang yung sinayang niya, eme. 🥴 Lagi na lang kasi ako yung umiintindi chz. And feel ko he just wants my sympathy for him to be at peace lmao.
TL;DR If you were treated by him unfairly during the past 1yr of situationship (May 2022 to May 2023) then you decided to go separate ways (but still staying friends). Then suddenly after five days of deciding to separate, he messaged you again asking if you hated him for ending things and said sorry and shared na feel niya kinakarma siya. Will u reply saying u don't hate him for what happened or let him realize of he let go of? Or seen na lang and prioritize your peace? Kasi siniseen ka lang din naman niya whenever u approach noon.

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I've been seeing a lot of posts with the heading "Translate this into your conlang" and decided to try a more interesting variant. In Geb Dezaang the heading of this post is:
Rheon wu' rheob voshegepen silz gebeo mir rheon wu' rheob voshegepen silz gebeo ngum. /ʁeon wuʔ ʁeob vɔʃəgɛpɛn sɪlz gɛbeo mɪɹ ʁeon wuʔ ʁeob vɔʃəgɛpɛn sɪlz gɛbeo ŋʊm/
2-AGT IM.FUT your conlang-AGT exact.ADV express_this_from_you quote 2-AGT IM.FUT your conlang-AGT exact.ADV express_this_from_you unquote
You will immediately cause your conlang to cause exactly this to be expressed from you, quote, "You will immediately cause your conlang to cause exactly this to be expressed from you", unquote.
Fun grammar point: Geb Dezaang imperatives do not usually explicitly say who is to carry out the command. As in English, the words translated as "You will (immediately)...", Rheon wu'..., can usually be omitted because it is obvious that commands are meant to be implemented by the person addressed. However, in this case, one has to say "you will", because without that the sentence would mean that your conlang was the agent causing you say the words.
The words mir and ngum are essentially spoken brackets. They are used in several other contexts as well as marking the start and end points of a quotation.
How does your conlang handle nested quotations, recursive commands, and allied phenomena?

I'm not taking Cobra Kai into consideration in this analysis.
Daniel fell in love with Ali,and she liked him back. However,she had recently broken up with Johnny,who didn't accept the end of the relationship. Because of that,Johnny started to pick on Daniel,and it escalated in part due to Daniel not taking the Cobras' BS(not saying Daniel was wrong to defend himself,it's just the kind of bullies they were). Then,in Halloween,Daniel makes that stupid prank on Johnny,who gets mad and beats the crap out of Daniel. Enter Mr. Myiagi,who gives the Cobras an ass whooping,and teaches the protagonist martial arts and life lessons. After Myiagi's beating,Johnny and Daniel are more or less rivals on an equal footing,since Johnny can't use his fists. At the end of the movie,LaRusso wins the All Valley against all odds and Lawrence himself congratulates him while delivering the trophy(all of that on his own initiative). All of that makes Daniel a pretty basic,cookie cutter protagonist with most of his conflicts being related to a shithead who doesn't like him. Honestly,Ralph's acting and Myiagi are the only things going for Daniel as a character,IMO.
Now,the other side of the equation,Johnny Lawrence. On the surface,he's just as basic as Daniel. A rich bully who was butthurt by his breakup - that happened due to his own shit behaviour - and can't move on,with a big part of wounded pride. Nevertheless,Johnny has plenty of emotional and moral conflicts throughout the movie. During his first scene,Lawrence is shown as someone who wants to be a better person(make it all work,by his own words). Still,it all went down the drain because of his BS with Ali on the beach. Someone else noticed how he repeated the Cobra Kai Dojo Mantra before beating the crap out of Daniel("No Mercy,man. No Mercy"). I'll not comment on his pushing Daniel down that hill nor the stuff at the soccer field because the Cobras were being shitheads just because. While Johnny beat up Daniel on Halloween due to a practical joke,he almost killed the guy. Even when Bobby protested the excess,Johnny ignored said warnings while calling Daniel his enemy and stating that "enemies deserve no mercy". It's beyond exaggerated to almost murder a guy because unresolved breakup feelings and wounded ego(severe anger issues,perhaps). Besides,the weird mantra reared it's ugly head twice,by that time. After Myiagi visited the Cobra Kai dojo with Daniel,Kreese was seen saying the same thing Johnny did during beatdowns. Hence,showing an authority figure that has a negative impact on his morals. And the culmination of all that happens during the All Valley. Fearing Daniel's performance and not willing to risk having his dojo lose,Kreese tells Bobby to severely injure said opponent. Bobby hesitates and protests,but does as said. Johnny is having conflicted feelings towards his sensei,and looks funny at him. Against all odds,Daniel decides to fight,even injured. Kreese tells Johnny to target Daniel's leg and Johnny looks disgusted with the order,but obeys. Johnny loses and congratulates his enemy - a clear sign of respect and admiration.
To be clear,none of the above denies Johnny Lawrence is an entitled,privileged shithead. However,all of that makes for a very compelling character IMO. In fact,I'd watch a TKK trilogy with Johnny as the protagonist. The first movie is Johnny's fall,the second is him getting his shit together,and the third is him starting adulthood with his head held high while being the "ex-degenerate".

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Have you ever had a moment of pure happiness that brought a sense of contentment?

What MBTI would someone be who is quite sensitive (as in taking things literally, not understanding obvious satirical jokes, etc.), quite obsessive over people they love and unwilling to move on, very quiet and it takes a lot of effort to get past mundane conversations with them, objective (for lack of a better word) won't defend you at all in situations, and impartial? They cannot stand when friends or people they are close with are angry with them.
This might have nothing to do with MBTI, but they also always cry easily during calm confrontations or stressful situations. Not even in the form of anger or anything of that nature. They'll just start crying as a response. (This might be an effort to deflect the situation.) During confrontations, they're also prone to saying things they'll regret later.

I met my first and only ever best friend when I was in high school and we instantly just clicked, it was like we were the same person. we spent each day together at school, then went to her house in the afternoon, and then face timed until we went to sleep. we were friends for five years, I was friends with her sister. In the summer after high school we barely spoke, I texted her a few times asking when she was free but she always took days to respond. when college started we were in the same class and had a couple of conversations, it seemed pretty normal. when I asked her why we had done nothing over the summer she just said she had been busy. That was the last conversation we had. The next thing I know she had blocked me on everything- text, insta, Spotify, even Depop. Most of my other closer friends stayed friends with her and offered no explanation to me when I asked what was going on. It's been a while now and she pretends we are strangers. I asked a few friends who she wasn't too close to but also cut contact with if they understood what I did wrong and no one can seem to make sense of it.
I am not even sure why I'm writing this I think I just miss her and needed to vent. If anyone has any ideas of what I might have done or advice I would appreciate it. Also, idk if this was the best subreddit to use I am new to Reddit. Thanks for reading.