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Hey everyone!
I just need a bit of advice. I apologize for typos - I’m writing on a mobile. For some background on my relationship I 24F began a friendship with a 28M that turned into a relationship. The reason we were friends first is due to a lack of attraction from his side. He didn’t find me ‘hot’ and said we didn’t have good Chemistry sexual chemistry. His preference is skinny girls, and I’m not fat but I’m also not skinny. Regardless, we decided we had a strong connection, began a relationship, and sought sex therapy to help build our attraction. Thru this experience we’ve developed good sexual chemistry, and we’re having better intimate time - at least once a day - so I think we’ve passed that hurdle. However, my S/O says sometimes when he’s out in public with me he gets distracted by girls he finds hotter then me (which as I’m not his type are quite a few). Has anyone had a similar experience that can help guide me how to navigate this?
Part 2: today we were joking around and he playfully said ‘stop objectifying me’ in response to a sexual joke I made, and I laughed kissed him and said nope I can do whatever I want to you - also in a very joking way! He then got mad at me, not because of the objectifying joke, he didn’t actually care about that, but because I said nope I can do whatever I want to you. He says he feels like in that comment I’m making fun of him because I can do whatever I want and that he always has to compromise for me in our relationship. I got a bit upset because no one wants to be told that there partner has to often compromise what they want in the relationship. It makes me feel like I’m a Burden or that dating me in general is a compromise, especially given our lack of attraction. He doesn’t understand why I’m upset and I want to explain it better but I’m unsure how! I’d really like some advice.
Thank you in advance!

I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”

Here are my thoughts and suggestions after FT from 2022! It’s in no particular order but I wrote out most everything that I did:
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— bring the good kind of cough drops (the berry Halls breezers)
— tape for your heels and the back of your feet
— laminate print offs of 9lines and EODs
— bring as many gummy vitamins :)) the good tasting kind! Worth the investment
— small scissors (large ones will be contraband)
— for moleskin make sure you cut it before you go
— I always bandaged my feet the night before to save time (you can do this during foot checks or after lights out of you need to)
— practice EODs. We did a lot of finding IEDs and bombs etc. we did that way more than medical stuff
— for medical stuff, literally just know how to wrap a wound since people get shot. Tourniquet. The basics and you will be good
— be prepared to do tactical scenarios where you are in the woods with paintball guns and you have a mission. The missions are usually find a fallen pilot or find UXOs + IEDs etc (like finding explosives)
— know how to do the 5Cs since we did that a lot
— it’s good to know the basic formations, like wedge, column, line — and know when they are good for. It’s good when you are leading a scenario to call out “now we are doing XYZ formation because…”
— be prepared for long hours on the classroom doing GLPs that are honestly boring. You literally are planning an air show or planning evacuation of people/ aircrafts on an island
— bring a ruler. It’s helpful in some classroom GLPs and it’s helpful for measuring your bed. Your pillow is 12in away from the bed frame to the start of your sheets
— know how to do hospital corners since makes it much faster in the morning
— get good at tying your boots / tucking in the laces. For me when dressing into OCPs, tying my boots took the longest
— remember to always use the 7 basic responses
— KNOW DFAC PROCEDURES! Know the verbiage when you get to the mess checker. Know how to move throughout and the order where you sit. Make sure you know how to sit at attention— especially have your feet at 45 degrees and not looking down or tilting your body
— KNOW HOW TO DO COLUMN OF FILES / building entry procedures. Know the verbiage well!! Know the verbiage if you are an element leader
— be prepared for lots of destination marching. You March everywhere!
— KNOW HOW TO DO COUNTER MARCH!! This is so SO helpful for reveille and retreat
— know how to do a lot of half movements — Column half left and right. It’s very helpful for marching on sidewalks or orienting.
— full column movements are slower because you put your flight in half step after. Hence why I suggest doing column half movements when you can
— my flight didn’t use route step. Check in the DNC how to March on grass and uneven terrain. We did “At ease, march” when we entered grass. Then to get out of it “flight, attention”. If you want to turn, you say “guide, incline 90 degrees to the right “. We would also use “cease guiding” at the end. Check the DNC for marching on sidewalks. We used “Guide, guide right to the right side of the troop walk”— and this would allow you to March on the sidewalk without have to constantly do half movements
— know how to detail march (pretty easy)
— warrior knowledge was not a big part of my FT. Only for the interview and then if you are academic officer. If you are academic officer and your flight is just standing around you can be like: “As academic officer, now would be a great time for some WK! The airman’s creed is as follows…”
— be prepared to have time hacks for EVERYTHING
— know how to write memos! I wish I wrote more memos!! You can write memos to request different things from your CTA/ FTO
— as flight commander, know the process for marching from pace to place. ** 1) always set a time hack (or ask for the time from your time hack — depending on what you do) 2) you need to fall in your flight 3) get accountability from your deputy flight commander 4) then you report accountability to your FTO/ CTA 5) have road guards don your gear 6) turn your flight and get ready to March
— when you see a road up ahead, prepare for putting your road guards out (you will have 4 road guards). Make sure you estimate the time correctly; when in doubt put your flight in “mark time harch” to give your road hoards time to run out and so you don’t just go into the street
— pay attention to where things are since directions as flight commander is a big thing since you are going from place to place
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— know how to unlock your lock quickly. It can be helpful especially when you have to lock your duffel bag at Vigilant Warrior
— know how to properly fold your duffel bag
— know how to security lock your duffel bag
BEFORE YOU GO:
— make sure you label all of your clothing items and towels. It’s the first letter of your last name and then the last 4 digits your social security number
— bring sharpies and erasable pens!! You will def want erasable pens
— bring a bright colored duck tape. It’s helpful for your flight and putting it on your backpack, etc
— bring extra ziplock bags (different sizes) and trash bags
— *** make sure everything is standardized within your flight. Standardization is a big thing! Make sure your patches are in the right spot, ** especially the flag!! Check to make sure your laces are tucked in. Put your OCPcap on the right pocket, etc
— I brought tiger balm with me and that actually helped me stay awake during some long hours lol

4 keys on my hp Zbook laptop are not working, they will stop working and then work later for a few minutes then stop working again the M, V, F11 and spacebar are the 4 not working this happened before months ago and I used pressurized air to fix it, did the same this time and it won't fix does anyone know why these keys won't work and how to fix this issue?

well, we're back again. now with more characters! Enjoy.
Thanks, u/SpacePaladin15 for the universe And u/VeryUnluckyDice for implanting a tumor into my brain, go read his story 'Playing by ear' if you haven't already!
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Memory transcription subject: Anaw, Venlil citizen Date [standardized human time]: October 23, 2136
It was one of those brief moments when I was on my own. Just after I separated from my working herd but before I joined my familial herd. I bought some nice fruit salad from a place down the street. As I made my way to my way to the plaza I saw that musical duet was performing there. The duo was made up of a venlil and a Krakotl. And they were performing a popular pop song by some band, ‘I love you like the Herd’ by ‘The Sneeples’ I think? To be honest I wasn't too familiar with the current trends in music, I've always listened to what my mother listened to. Never gave it much thought really. I noticed how many people had stopped to listen to them play.
I want people to see me like that! It would be so cool! To be a star, to guide the herd instead of just following it? Wouldn’t that be spectacular? Or even impress Vemly…
I figure I should find a seat, realizing there isn’t any room in the plaza itself. I have to search Elsewhere.
I look round the corner to see… a human! I have never seen one in person before but here? the closest shelter is a city over. And they seem to be alone. Which seems unusual. They don't seem to notice me so that's good. My curiosity getting the better of me, I made my way to a seat where I could watch the predator without being noticed.
The human was holding their head in their hands, their gaze presumably cast down toward the concrete tiles of the plaza though I had no way to be sure thanks to the glossy black mask that covered their face. They didn't seem to be moving aside from one of their legs bouncing seemingly in time with the music.
My meal was almost finished when suddenly the predator rose from their seat and started walking towards the buskers. At their full height, they were quite tall, but maybe my shorter-than-average stature was to blame.
Their approach caused the gathered crowd to scatter most people. those that remained kept their distance. When the human arrived at the buskers' setup the krakotl singer faltered and forgot the lyrics. The human tilted their head at this and seemed to study them for a moment before pulling out their pad and touching it to the tip receiver before turning to leave.
If a predator can appreciate our music they can’t possibly be so bad right?
Someone must have called the exterminators because exterminator officer Ezin and two other officers arrived on the scene.
The exterminators showed up almost too quickly. usually, they’re really slow, like that time when-
The exterminators raised their flamethrowers toward the human
“Predator! You’re coming with me” Ezin yelled at the human.
The human raised their hands and was quickly restrained by the two officers, with the head exterminator turning to the crowd.
Ezin addressed the crowd
“Civilians! Thanks to my hard work the predator has been restrained and you are safe once more!”
It doesn't seem like the predator didn't do anything wrong… why are they being taken away?
My need to find out what is going on overriding all my better judgment I decided to follow the exterminators to the Deep Lake office.
But first I’m finishing my fruit salad.
Yummy yummy!
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I arrived at the exterminator's office and headed up to the front desk. There was a snowy white venlil at the counter.
“You here about the recent incident?” she droned, without even taking her eyes off her pad.
There has been an incident?
“No I'm just here about the human from the plaza” I responded
“Just saying yes would've wasted much less of my time sir” the venlil responded, only now seeming to have found the time to look up from her pad.
“Just wait here and someone will be with you in a moment” She pointed to the seats set up at the side of the room. They were all empty.
even I couldn’t find any more reason to talk to this person so I sat down at the end.
These chairs really aren't very comfortable… no matter, ill be through in a jiffy.
Maybe I’ll have a look at these pamphlets to pass some time.
I reach over to the stand picking out the first one available,
‘What to do If a predator moves into your apartment?’
No thanks, I've had enough stress already.
‘Top 10 signs that your human is actually plotting to eat you!’
In the future even the pamphlets are clickbait. Go back to writing bleat posts.
‘Rainbow socks to be banned in Deep Lake Area’
What are socks?
I spun the stand around and spotted a hand-drawn-looking pamphlet. My curiosity piqued I opened it up.
‘Exterminator Ezin for emperor’
The Venlil don't even have a president. How can you get a role that doesn't exist? And I'm pretty sure you won't become emperor by winning an election.
Anyway, what time is it? I feel like I’ve been waiting for more than a claw, I should really be home by now.
“Anaw, come on up” It was the senior exterminator Koll. I have seen him a couple times on the local news giving important announcements. If you've ever seen a buff venlil, you haven’t. Not until you have seen Koll. It's been said that he once fought an entire squadron of armors, bare-paw, on his own, and won. After which he retired to live a more peaceful life on venlil prime. Though that’s hard to believe, When I saw him in person, standing in Infront of me? I could believe it.
Koll asked me to give a brief rundown of the whole incident, a request which I had no trouble complying with.
After a moment of contemplation koll spoke “Well, That does it then, the incident was clearly bogus and the human will be free to go.”
Koll gestured for me to follow him. We walked down the hall and then to the cell where the human was being held.
The predator looked up at Koll and then at me. Prompting Koll to start inputting the code on the cell, Koll broke the silence.
“Well predator, looks like a witness showed up and your stories match, you're free to go, get out of here.”
The senior exterminator left the room, leaving me with the predator… alone.
The predator rose to their full height. Turning their head right at me.
I've actually never met a human before. What do I do? Are they plotting to eat me? Maybe I should've read that pamphlet.
“Hey, thanks.” the predator spoke softly. Their voice was bassy and smooth, not nearly as loud as I expected.
I thought predators were supposed to growl or be aggressive! They probably don't want to scare me. I'm still really afraid though. Is that rude? Am I a bad person for being afraid?
They continued in their soft inflection.
“I don't think Sargent Fluff for brains would've let me out any time soon, so seriously, thanks for the help”
Sargent fluff for brains? Are they talking about Exterminator Ezin?
I finally mustered up the courage to speak to the human
“n-no p-problem h-human”
The human lifted one hand to their mask, presumably where their chin would be. This gave me a chance to get a good look at them. The flesh of their paw, which I think they call hands, was a smooth pinkish-white, each finger being topped by a wide flat claw that was pink almost to the tip of their finger. Where they became white. Their glossy black mask covered their face entirely but left the back of their head exposed. the human had wavy yellow fur that reached all the way to their shoulders. They were wearing a thick top garment in navy blue, it had sleeves that reached all way to their wrists and had a hood that the human wasn't currently using. Their bottom garment was the same color but seemed to be made out of a rougher material.
The human stuck out their hand In what I recognized to be a greeting gesture.
“I’m Colton by the way. It's nice to meet you”
I placed my paw in their hand and they shook it up and down very gently as if they were unsure about the action themselves.
“I- I’m Anaw” my voice quivered
“It's nice to meet you, Anaw, though I have some belongings I have to collect”
Colton began walking to the front desk of the building. Curiosity once again won out over my need for sleep and I followed the human as they approached the desk. The white venlil was still there, and still seemed to be distracted by their pad, doom-scrolling Bleat probably. The attendant looks up from their pad and looks completely uninterested in the predator staring down at her. She looks back down making a clear effort to ignore the human.
“Can I get my guitar back now?” Colton asked the attendant.
“Confiscated weapons will be kept as evidence.” the attendant droned.
“My guitar is not a weapon! It's a musical instrument. It's personal, I need it.” pleaded Colton.
This finally made the lady look up from her pad with curiosity. Apparently thrown off by the human's response.
The human wants an instrument back? That means that this human must be a musician!
At that moment Exterminator Ezin stepped out of his office, Now that he was out of uniform the full mass of his grey was on display. He wore a bandage around one of his paws. Seems like his shift was over and was on his way out.
How do you even pack so much wool into an exterminator uniform?
The Exterminator must have been listening in on the conversation because he smirked almost predatorily.
Ezin spoke “Predator if you can somehow prove that primitive club isn't a weapon,”
Venom laced his tone, “Then you can have it back.”
The exterminator raised his bandaged hand toward the human.
“But I doubt you'll be able to.” Ezin gloated with the confidence of someone who knew they were untouchable.
Colton didn't give the exterminator the chance to goad them further and made for the exit. Shoving their clenched fists into their pockets.
If the human is a musician, then they must know a lot about music! Vemly is really into human culture, if I could learn all about human music or even learn to play some then she would definitely be impressed!
I followed Colton out of the exterminator's office and steeled my nerves. I have to ask them if they could show me some human music! And then I can ask them to teach me? Before I could change my mind I yelled out.
“Colton! Wait!”
The human stopped.
“C-can you show me?.. Your Human music?”
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The new operation, operation overlord, might’ve been a bit too ambitious from easytech in challenging veteran players.
Playing on easy difficulty (haven’t even made it to medium or hard difficulty yet). Made it past Normandy, Paris, and Bastogne with ease, no issue at all. Then I hit the f…ing Berlin Wall.
Between Hartmann and Goring, they nuke the everloving heck out of you. Doesn’t matter if I avoid putting my generals in cities or not and doesn’t make a difference if I add a little air defense on a general cause Hartmann will go right through it.
I took Nuremberg for level 4 industry so I had Marshall Manstein with a lvl 3 legion medal (+90 hp) in super tank, Marshall Guderian in super tank, Marshall 5 star Armor EC with lvl 3 legion medal plus lvl 4 camoflauge and lvl 4 shelter expert (as well as other armor skills), Marshall 5 star Artillery EC with lvl 4 ace commander (and other artillery skills), Marshall Govorov with lvl 3 legion medal, and my Marshall 5 star air EC. Well over 2500 hit points. Tons of durability and damage related skills and all 5 stars in their respective categories and have lvl 4 medals on them (some have lvl 3 legion medal but rest are pretty much lvl 4 rn).
Despite this, the generals I initially set (Manstein in super tank, EC artillery in rocket artillery, and Govorov in field artillery) are all less than 1/4 health by the start of round 4 due to excessive air attacks. Enemies don’t focus me quite as much then, but as soon as I get through Munich and Nuremberg they immediately start targeting those cities. When I try to spawn Guderian, Armor EC, or Air EC, they are all 1/3 hp or less by the start of the next turn (even Marshall Armor EC in super tank with Nuremberg’s air defense as well as lvl 3 legion medal, lvl 4 defense medal, lvl 4 shelter expert, and lvl 4 camoflauge who I tried to build as a bullet sponge type of general). I expect those generals to be weakened a bit before I get to use them, but I usually lose like 30-40% hp in other campaigns/conquests, not 70+%. I also usually leave or spawn an infantry or armored car in the cities I take, but Goring’s attacks are strong enough to kill and paratroop the city in the same turn so I have to turn back around and retake them. And yes I have infantry, armor, and artillery all maxed out in the tech upgrades.
I’ve tried focusing cities with strong air generals (Nuremberg then straight to Berlin and vice versa). I’ve tried isolating and focusing one enemy general at a time. I’ve tried just slowly taking my time from South upwards. Nothing works. I could maybe do it with 30 turns, but 20 isn’t enough. Enemy generals have tons of high level defense and legion medals on them and get to hide in ridiculously strong cities.
I mean seriously, why does Goring get 667 hp on a rocket artillery in Berlin with lvl 4 missile air defense and lvl 3 blindage while also being surround by wielding, a couple super tanks, and tons of rocket artillery, field artillery, and heavy tanks all of which have boosted hp and stats ON EASY MODE?!?!?
Best I could do before time was up was get every city except Hamburg and Berlin, and even then I barely put a dent in either of those. Plus Goring was still 3/4 hp (483) in Berlin, enemy Manstein was still alive roaming with half hp (312), and enemy Guderian was still alive in Hamburg with full hp (517).
My space laser thing is still pretty low on upgrades (every 7 turns with 115 damage) so that plays a factor. But still…. Berlin is dang near impossible.
Would love some tips or to see a walkthrough on it cause I’ve never struggled anywhere near this much in this game in the past.

I hope you find peace one day, becouse since the beginning you went through misery and trauma, and lonliness, there were some good days, months even from time to time, but in the long run, you got neglected, thrown away, by every one else,
Perhaps there were some things you liked from your heart, but because of circumstances you couldn't have them, that my dear left a scar on your btight, pure heart.
I know the feeling, yes I do, the feeling of patheticness, we are humans and humans are wired for socilization, but when you was getting neglected by everyone, when your dreams we're shattering, and when you was loosing the moto to even try something happened,
You finally decided to have it your way, dosnt matter if it's all in your head, and that little you enjoyed it, perhaps it was the first time, you had CONTROL, or maybe it was just the adraline.
Whatever it was, it was good, but only for some time, life is a set of events which has patterns to it, maybe some higher power made it this way, or maybe it's your choices which made it like this.
Whatever it is it plays it's part to make you misrable at tue smallest scale, and hence it begins,
The phase where you cut your soul in two part, half one hear and half one there, just so that those cruel things should not harm you fully,
And you begain to get lost in the dreamworld, But over time you realise that it's just dream it's not real, and hence the pain comes back, the disappointmen comes back, you feel stuck, you look around and think everything is changed everyone is far ahad in life, but I'm stuck here, And then the feeling comes, toxic self shaming, and this makes you misrable, takes your sleep away, when you wake up in the middle of the night, you have to choose between these two options,
When you wake up, you have to choose between these two options, first one will give you disappointmen, and second one, it will give you depression.
But you choose it every time over the first one becouse, at the moment, it feels good. Becouse at the moment it makes you what you want to be, it gives you everything,
Or perhaps it's just doplamine, brain chemicals.
But I wish you find peace, I wish you find real happiness, I hope you will be able to choose the first option one day.
Maybe those in the higher relm are watching over you, or maybe they do not, maybe it dosnt exists, and your all on your own.
But through all the things you have gone through, the choose of option one won't be tough, becouse at this point of your life, you don't really care.
But you can't do same things and expect different results, you have to change the things you do in order to get different results, just like freezing water gives you ice, you can't boil it and expect it to turn to ice.
But hope you will find some wormth in this icecold life.
One day you will find peace. But it's upto you when the day comes.
If you think it's relatable well I'm talking to myself, but most of our stories are the same.

okay so... I think it's highly likely that I am autistic, and have adhd, but at the moment I can not get a diagnoses. my mom does not want to deal with her kid having "special needs" (even tho I'm also a type 1 diabetic ;-;).
I've suspected I am autistic for... a while. The thing is, my mom also knew I was probably autistic all the way back when I was really little. I hated the textures of most foods/clothes/fabrics, for a while all I would eat was buttered toast, it had to be made the way I liked it or I'd cry. Often times I'd have meltdowns for various reasons- My mom was afraid to take me to things like theaters or the fair becuase I'd get overwhelmed and have a meltdown (I wanted to do those things, but I didn't understand that it would make me feel bad bc I was little). One time I remember I didn't get to go trick-or-treating becuase I refused to put on pants (becuase I hated the texture) and it was cold out. I almost missed one of my birthdays at my grandparents place becuase of the same reason. I wouldn't read books unless the POV was an animal (hence why I became obsessed with Warrior Cats and I still am to this day, look at my username lol). I couldn't use those air hand dryers in the store becuase they were too loud.
One time when I had to move schools, I hated the new school so much, partly becuase there were a few bullies (tho they didn't do much), but mainly becuase everything just... bugged me. none of the classes walked in straight line down the hallway like my old school and that bothered me so bad. still does thinking about it. I didn't like a several of the teachers. I remember I HATED computer class becuase they tried to teach us to type and use the keyboard a certain way, and I really didn't understand why and it frustrated me badly becuase they wanted us to not look at the keyboard as we typed.
I remember I laid down on the floor at home and screamed and cried until my mom told me I wouldn't have to go the next day. I liked my old school becuase the class was small, quiet, I liked my teachers and we had a family member who worked there, and it was FAMILILAR.
Now, textures don't bother me as badly as a kid... but I have a feeling this might be due to masking as when I was like, 10-12, I really hated myself and thought I was a horrible kid and bad person for the way I acted. My mom often called me "autistic" as a way to kind of insult me and make me feel bad when I was behaving. So for a while, I had this internalized fear of considering the fact that I... probably AM actually autistic... I didn't realize that this is probably why I turned away from that possibility for so long, until just recently as I've been thinking about it a lot, and since seeing others online who are also autistic online has made me feel less bad about it.
I still have meltdowns... often becuase I feel like my mom is mad at me or she asked me to do something when my mind is not really into it.. I am struggling to make myself do schoolwork, even though it is online. I still love stuffed animals and sleep with them, just today I cried and cried becuase some of my stuffed animals are locked up in storage rn and idk exactly where they are.. :( (my mom recently took a bunch of my stuff in there and it's gotten me worked up too)
I'm also aroace and agender... ik not everyone who's autistic are these things, but I have heard that we can struggle with the concept of gender which I do have a hard time with, which is why I call myself agender lol... I relate to cartoon characters and animals way more than real people.
and I have so many more examples... but this post is getting long... I guess I just want to know if, even though I am unable to get a proper diagnoses, I can still post here? can I call myself autistic?

I've been thinking about getting a breast augmentation for the past two years but I'm pretty apprehensive. I can't afford it, and I'm scared of getting implant illness. . .
Having bigger boobs would make me feel prettier x100, however ; I feel like if I actually went through with a major invasive surgery like that, afterwards I would probably feel even worse about myself.
I might look at women on the street ( with my small breast size ) who never had to consider getting this surgery and hate myself even more. I would probably think "Why were they accepted without having to get a dangerous surgery, and I wasn't"?
I would also hate myself / feel ashamed for getting cosmetic surgery in general. I have nothing against how I look, the world around me does. I don't want to drastically change my appearance because this is just how I look. I can't explain this feeling.
I want plastic surgery to feel pretty . . . but I don't want it because of pride in my current looks . . . sigh. 😔 ( I don't make sense sometimes ).
When I'm around 30 I'll start to consider plastic surgery more seriously. By then IDK if I'll still be alive though. If my position in life hasn't changed by then it never will.
All of my dreams involve family, so I won't have much of a reason to continue living.

When Pozzik was introduced, I tried him as he was put in a lot of decklists at the time. I was playing undead priest at the time, and the times I had him he was terrible due to no undead synergy and because I kept drawing him late where he was nearly unplayable. I took him out of my deck thinking he was bad, but I continued to see him in lists, even being proclaimed as one of the best cards in the set.
Here's my issue with the card. When it comes into play, it's a 5/4 for 4, or a Lost Tallstrider. At best, it may also mill an opponent's card, and if they kill it, then you get two 3/3s for free, which is an excellent deal. However, you give the opponent a choice - they either kill Pozzik and let you have the two 3/3s, or they don't kill pozzik in hopes of dropping the 3/3s for themselves.
The argument I was given for why this is good is because the opponent is wasting tempo summoning 3/3s for 3 mana. But you're playing a Lost Tallstrider yourself to do so, which is barely a tempo advantage (5/4 for 4 vs. 3/3 for 3). What's more, and this is the part that gets me, is you're giving your opponent a choice. Most people familiar with Magic: The Gathering are familiar with the Punisher mechanic, which essentially gave the opponent the choice between two slightly undercosted abilities. Despite their popularity among new players, they all turned out to be horrible, because giving a choice meant the opponent usually ends up with the advantage. In fact, the only card playable with the Punisher mechanic had the choice flip flopped so it only gave the illusion of choice to the opponent (Fact or Fiction) and it ended up being way overpowered compared to the rest.
In conclusion, when I tested Pozzik, it was too inconsistent. When I played against Pozzik, it was ineffective. In theorycrafting, I do not find it viable due to my experience with Punisher mechanics. I bring this up because the last time I said I didn't like Pozzik for these reasons I was downvoted to oblivion without much explanation, so I'm hoping a more thorough writeup would generate some better responses.

I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”

A few months ago my partner had a bit of a falling out with a few members of their family. Mainly their aunt and a few cousins. They have recently made up with the aunt but I am wary. During their falling out their aunt had some things to say about me even though I wasn’t a part of the situation. She was very disrespectful towards me or she would disregard me completely. I told my partner that I wasn’t comfortable being around their family and that I didn’t want them to come over when I was home. A couple days ago while I was at work my partner said their aunt and a cousin was coming over to see our new place. I was fine with it because I was at work and wouldn’t have to see them. No big deal. Well, when they came over the aunt had a lot of snide comments about me and the place. We are still unpacking so it’s a mess but organized chaos. Of course it’s going to look like a lot because not everything has a place yet. She called me dumb, she said that I had too much stuff and that we should move my stuff into a closet. She doesn’t like my style, which normally is fine, but she talked about how bad it looked. She kept comparing our place to her place and her kid’s apartments. We turned the guest bedroom into my office and she said that I shouldn’t have that much space to myself and that we should be using it as intended, for a guest bedroom. “What if someone in the family needs a place to stay?” There were so many comments and I know my partner didn’t want to tell me a lot of it in the first place because I was already down about being a scapegoat. They’ve known me for years and now myself and my stuff is a problem and it’s bad? I’m not sure why I’m being blamed for something that had nothing to do with me and I’ve been nothing but respectful the whole time I’ve known them. I bring gifts and food for every holiday. We would see them multiple times a week even when I was exhausted just because she wanted us to come over. It’s easier to blame me than her children I guess but to come into my home and disrespect me? Absolutely not. So I told my partner that I don’t want her in my home whether I’m there or not. I feel bad because they are really close to their aunt but I don’t want that negativity in my home. I’ve worked too hard to have a place that makes me feel like home and I’m not letting someone else tear it down. I tried letting her come over when I wasn’t there but I can’t stand the disrespect. So Aita for saying they can’t come over anymore?

Recently i’ve gone through a rough patch in my life, having to deal with family problems and domestic abuse. My entire life i’ve been very outgoing and i put everyone before myself, but only very recently have i started shutting myself off from the world and only hanging out with close friends ever so often. I started smoking Marijuana quite regularly as it was really the only way i could deal with things, other than hanging out with my mates. I was absent from school a lot, and rarely left my room. That was until my friend (17f) (we will call her Chloe) introduced me to her friend (16f) (we will call her Jacinta), we started talking for weeks then we made plans to meet up. My sister (18f) was going to host a party for her 19th later that week, so i invited jacinta in hopes of sparking up something. Before the party began i was drinking and smoking a-lot of weed, to the point where i genuinely didn’t know why i was doing what i was doing. They ended up showing up late to the party, with Jacintas best friend (17f) (we will call her leah), and her boyfriend (17m) and all his friends. I introduced myself to Jacinta then millions of thoughts ran through my head, so i panicked and kind of just walked off. Later on she came up to me and put her arm around me, while also yelling out for another guy, which confused me, she then let go of me and went to look for the other guy. Towards the end of the party, she went on the party bus (which i didn’t go on to look after my friend who was greening out and really drunk), my friend Chloe told me later that jacinta was on some guys lap making out with him, they ended up coming back to my house to use the bathroom all the while jacinta was begging to go to this guys house, where i fount out later on she gave him a blowjob. After the party i didn’t know what happened when she went to the guys house i didn’t even know about the kissing party until a few days later, then the next weekend we properly met up and we held hands and we kissed. Me and jacinta then became very close, i opened up to her and told her things no one knows about me, she told me things aswwll, including the things she done with the guy at the party. a few months later she was going to a party with her best friend leah, i had suspicions but i trusted her , leah then sent a photo of jacinta siting with a guy, but she denied anything happened she just said he was a friend(red flag), i know. later in the party she ended up sitting on another guys lap and made out with him several times ( months later she admitted to me she had the chance to stop but she didn’t), Later on in the party she posted a story saying that she needed me and she misses me, i don’t know if that was because she was guilty or it was genuine?. after that we were getting along really well, and we started going out with each other a lot more, we did have some rough patches but we got over them and worked on it. 2 months later, on the day before new year’s eve, i was working a night shift with my friend chloe and she told me she needed to tell me something, that’s when i fount out about the 2 guys she got with at the other party. I was distraught and hurt, when i went home i struggled to get to sleep but i eventually did, on the morning of new year’s eve i confronted her and she denied making out with one of the guys but she admitted to the other, the thing is she never apologised she just said she wouldn’t do it again because she doesn’t go to parties. but she was meant to go to a party that night but i just convinced her to go to chloe’s for a few drinks , the entire night i was awkward and confused on what to do, i just drank and smoked some weed, we kissed a few times throughout the night, and we were each others new years kiss, jacinta and her friend leah then said they were going to go meet up with her sister, i never thought anything off it, turns out they went to a party and she was in a room alone making out with the same guy from the other party (god knows what else they could of done), they were ignoring my calls and my friends, but they later came back to chloe’s, little did i know jacinta got changed at the party and was wearing the other guys clothes, i assumed it was her sisters spare clothes, not even after 30 minutes of being tongue deep in other guy she kissed me goodnight, while also still wearing his clothes. i ended up losing my virginity to her on january 4th, only a few days after the party she went to. i confronted her several times about the guy because she had him added as a friend, and she told me not to get mad because they are still friends, she also said i had to suck it up if they hung out because they are still friends, i just sucked it up. Her best friend then told me (late january) about the party at new years, i wasn’t surprised but i was hurt. i confronted jacinta about it, she didn’t show any guilt, but she did say sorry. i kind of just put it behind me because i loved her, we then started dating early February, we started dating late because she said she wasn’t ready for a relationship. i uncovered many more lies including his clothes, she said she got rid of them, then she said she donated them , then she said she gave them to her friend, turns out she kept his clothes and then gave it to her friends sister when i confronted her about it. she also admitted recently that the guy she denied making out with she actually did make out with him. What do i do, all the guys she hooked up with was before we were official but were dating just without the tag (somewhat talking stage).
Long story short, she got with several guys while talking to me, i somewhat forgot and forgave but now i’m seriously second guessing myself, because i don’t know if she can actually change, the last time she lied was a month ago when she admitted about the guy who she denied making out with who she actually did make out with.
I’m sorry for all the random and useless information, i may have left some things out cause i possibly forgotten, i just needed to rant and get some advice. but thank you for reading

Okay, so long story short, my Nan has dementia and doesn't have much longer to live, she's barely eating and drinking and her health is constantly declining. She is moving down to a care home near where I live since she lives 4 hours away currently. Also, my sister has been evicted from her house because her Landlord doesn't want to fix any of the ongoing problems in the house she has been renting, so she is stuck at my other sister's house, which is a 2 bedroom house, that now needs to hold 7 people. My sister and my mother are extremely stressed, and so am I. I have exams as well, I've already done a few but I have more coming up and I just feel extremely stressed with everything.
Now, onto my girlfriend. She's amazing, she honestly makes me feel really happy, but sometimes I don't know if I'm fit for a relationship right now, I don't know what to do. She is going through her own problems and I really want to be there for her, but at the same time, my mental health really isn't good right now. I did try breaking up with her before, as I wanted to focus on myself, but I ended up feeling really bad about it, and we're back together. I told her if my mental health got worse I may need to consider a break up but I really don't have the heart to do it. She's such a lovely person and she's going through a lot right now. I just can't bring myself to break up with her. Seeing her upset in school would destroy me and I know it.
I don't know what to do. I don't think I'm fit for a relationship, we don't see each other much now, and I constantly worry about the fact that I'm doing something wrong. I'm taking a lot of time to talk to my friends and do things alone that I really enjoy, as it takes my mind off of things, whilst also spending a lot of time with my mother, and other members of my family, because we are all going through a tough time. I love my girlfriend but I am so stuck. I want to be there for her but at the same time I feel as if I need to focus on me. I don't know if I'm being selfish, or an awful boyfriend, but I just feel stressed and confused, hence why I turned to reddit.
I apologise for such a long piece of writing, I hope everyone is having a lovely day.

I (15) heard my step dad talking to my crying little sister (7) who has a huge fear of dogs. I came out and asked what happened
"The dog is inside" And when I looked he was playing in the front yard while the door was open. I told her I would be next to her if the dog tries to get her. After I told her that I noticed that she was wearing a swimsuit, I asked my other sisters (6 and 8) where they were going, and they said the river. So I asked them if they wanted their goggles. And they said yes, but my sister(7) didn't want to go outside and get them, instead she stayed on top of the couch. I took my siblings outside (backyard) to get their goggles including my little brother (4). As you know when you leave a child alone for a few minutes terrible things can happen. I went near their playground, and I thought he was following me, and then I heard my stepdad open the door and let the dog out where we were. And a few seconds later i heard crying and yelling, and when i turned around i saw my little brother on the ground while the dog was pulling him by his leg This next part sounds bad but i just reacted instead of thinking
I ended up harshly pushing the dog off him and yelling at the dog, then I carried my crying brother inside onto a Chair in the kitchen. Naturally my mom and stepdad asked when happened and i said the dog attacked him. He wasn't bleeding but i know it hurt, and i noticed his shoe was missing, i got up and started walking to the door to get his shoes This is when i feel in the wrong My step dad started yelling at me and told me why I would let the dog get him, and stuff like that. Now I'm a very sensitive person, so of course I started tearing up, and just walked out to get his shoes. When I came back he started yelling louder saying i should've been watching him and stuff.
( Yesterday I took care of them from 9am to 8pm at night, and yes while I care for them I cook, clean, and all that stuff. So naturally i care for my siblings a lot)
I left my brother's shoe on the table and started rushing to my room to cry. I Heard lots of arguing where my mom was defending me, and my step dad defended the dog. My sisters were all crying and my brother was confused My step dad ended up saying ,"alright let's go to the river" and my mom kept saying no became he would just yell at them
I was crying in my room so hard because I felt like I should've been watching my brother, and I kept yelling at myself stuff I shouldn't have, and ended up throwing up in my trashcan. After I was done throwing up I told my sisters (my brother was in another room slowly falling asleep)to get in my room and told them they were absolutely not going to the river, And they agreed. I put a show on for them and they are feeling better.
I however feel like an ahole, especially since I was out there with him. I could've leashed the dog or told him to come here.
So reddit AITA? Also sorry if there are any typos.

I have a almost three months old, since having number two things have gotten worse with number 1.
She turned three last month. She whines almost everytime she talks. Whines about wanting things now. She wants to go to the park and we explain to her there's a heat warning and that it's dangerous to go. We show her the temperature on our phone and tell her it's too hot and that we will burn and not feel good. Still cries and whines she wants to go. We explain many times and she keeps at it.
Or it'll be night time and she wants to go.
When we do end up going when it's nice out she whines about getting dressed, takes forever to get ready even though she's been dying to go other days. Comes back very whiny and rebellious as well. Everything I tell her not to do and do this instead she just says no.
Like she will chop on her toothbrush for example and I tell her that's not how we brush we brush like xyz. She just says no and keeps doing it.
She'll try shoving her whole hand in her mouth sometimes and I tell her hand don't go in the mouth, you'll get bacteria and get sick...etc. No. Continues doing it. Or whines.
She doesn't want to go to bathroom before we head out and whines the whole way. I give her choices sometimes. Like do you want to hop to your room or hold my hand...etc. she'll just say no, none. In the end I tell her since she isn't choosing I'll choose. Then she throws a tantrum.
I know the lifestyle has changed with second one now. I also know she isn't getting as much attention as she used to which could be why she's acting out.
Im exhausted and don't enjoy my time with her like I used to and I feel terribly guilty of how disconnected from her I feel. It's extremely heartbreaking. We used to go on girl dates to cafe and walks to ice cream shop...etc. im far more exhausted with a second one now...

I have an iPhone 13 Pro up to date. Today I ported my phone number from Simple Mobile to Mint Mobile. I am not sure if it is related but I just noticed under Apple ID, my Name, Phone Numbers, Email and Payment & Shipping lines are grayed out unless I have Wi-Fi turned on. I have the cellular turned on for Mint Mobile but cellular alone won’t “ungray” those. I have turned it off and on, and I have restarted my iPhone a few times. I have no restrictions set for my iPhone. Any ideas why I cannot see this information unless I turn on my Wi-Fi? Can it simply be a weak Internet connection or does a setting need to be changed? Do I need to call Apple or do I need to call Mint Mobile for assistance?

Hi. Hoping for some diagnostic help/advice here. Just installing a new headlight wiring harness (I got the one from Jeepcables.com). Everything went well, except now the high beams won't turn off once they are on. That's the weird part. If I turn off the headlights and turn them back on, with the turn signal stalk in the low-beam position, the headlights are on low. But then if I switch to high beam, and back to low, they stay on high. The only way to go back to low is turn them off and back on. This happens either pushing the stalk to switch into high beam, or pulling it just to flash.
Any suggestions of what might be going on here? And/or how to fix it. I mean, it seems like probably a relay issue, but no idea why or what to do about it.

Hello!! I’m Mina, 23F, and I’m looking for someone to write romance, drama, and thriller stories with me!
What I’m looking for: - Someone 18+ - Semi-lit/lit (2-3 paras average), 3rd POV — Overall, I tend to copy however long my partner writes, but I will not dip below a paragraph. - Writing Male/Masculine characters - Uses Discord!
My word bank is currently:
Horror, unstable romance, power dynamics, stockholm syndrome, eldritch entities, yakuza, gods and goddesses, monsters, one-sided love, love triangles, hanahaki-like themes, yandere, opposites attract, otome games, etc.
Some plots, with my character being A, and yours being B:

• Dear Miss Genius Idol Unmatched (A) is an up and coming celebrity, and while her TV persona is bubbly and cheery, she is rather dreary in reality, and often struggles with problems. In comes (Character B), a crazed fan, a manager, or someone who she doesn’t know about, used to be a childhood friend — How does their relationship develop/devolve?
  
• Chang’e (A) and Houyi (B) reunited?
  
• A modern pygmalion? A struggling artist (A) suddenly has to explain to her landlord why one of her art pieces (B) has suddenly come to life!
  
• A lonely god (B) takes interest in a human (A) — This could be for whatever reason, maybe he finds her life interesting, or maybe she has motives that are against his, we could def plot this out!
  
• A human (A) is suddenly turned priestess due to accidentally breaking a God’s (B) shrine, and now needs to pay off her debts.
  
• A sacrifice (A) is expected to die when sacrificed to a God (B), except he is just incredibly confused about what a human is doing in his domain.
  
• A prince (character B) finds themselves falling for a princess (character A) who lives in the kingdom next over, but happens to be engaged to another. The prince stops at nothing to get rid of his love’s partner, and does anything to woo the princess.
  
• A girl (character A) finds herself in the same situation every life she lives. Every time she is resurrected, she finds herself getting chased by some person (character b) she doesn’t love.
  

Some other things I would love to write are: Good Girl (A) x Bad Guy (B), Fan (A) x Idol/Celebrity/Band Member, Civilian/Innocent (A) x Mafia (B), Priestess (A) x Demon (B), Angel (A) x Demon (B)
If you’ve come this far, please tell me your fav color in your message!

2010 Prius. Very rough idle. Codes P0016 P0340 P0403 P3190 Back story: Car was running fine, then, one day it started running like it was missing terribly, warning light, check engine, etc.
It ran similar to this event before and we figured out it was the egr cooler fully plugged, and EGR valve.These were replaced. Car ran fine for a while.
Then we had a head gasket issue. We replaced the head gasket. Car ran fine for a while.
Brings us to current event. Driving fine then terrible running, shaking, dash lights up, won't run. This was six months ago. It has sat since then. At the time, the codes were related to the timing/crank and cam sensors being out of sync.
I assumed that the chain, which had never been replaced as far as we know (bought used about 50k ago) either was stretched, the tensioner was bad or possibly slipped a tooth etc.
So, this past week I did the timing chain. New Toyota OEM chain, guides, tensioner, timing sprockets, oil sprockets, oil pump chain. The works.
When disassembling the crank timing oil chain sprocket was found broken right at the keyway. The chain was essentially holding it in place. One the chain was removed it just fell.off The crank sensor timing plate behind it, they keyway was all hammered and the timing sensor plate was sloppy on the crank because the keyway was hammered. This is something I have never seen, granted I've only done about a dozen timing belts and chains in the last 30 years, so I have very limited experience.
Anyway, I ordered a new sensor plate from Toyota. I had the new sprocket already. I assembled everything. Ensuring that the cams and crank were timed correctly, then before putting the covers back on permanently, I spun it by hand and ensured that the crank pulley/dampener and timing marks on the cam sprockets all lined up as they were supposed to. All looked great, so I put it all back together.
Car batteries were dead. Of course from sitting so long. Put a jump pack on it and then turned the car on.
It started. Ran and purred like a kitten for about 10 seconds then started running like it was missing terribly. Shaking etc.
I put it in neutral and it idled fine. Wouldn't increase RPM because the check engine lights and etc all can back on, but it idled in neutral great! Put it in drive with foot on the brake and it started the violent sharing and stumbling, back to neutral, and it idled fine. Back to park and it started shaking and stumbling again.
Shut it off. Cleared the codes.
Started it again. Same behavior as before. Starts. And runs like it great for about 10 seconds then suddenly doesn't know what time it is... in neutral, purrs like it's supposed to, into park and shakes and misses like before.
Initially when I say the broken sprocket and sloppy crank sensor plate, I thought that may have been the reason this all started. The crank sensor couldn't consistently pick up the timing and confused everything things else. Now Part of me thinks that this violent shaking and stumbling may have been what broke the sprocket and allowed the key way for the sensor to get sloppy.
So here I am. With the codes above showing.
Could the ECM be bad? What else could be the issue? The oil drained had no coolant. The coolant had no oil.
I need help further diagnosis.. I am pretty handy.. I know enough to get my self in trouble.. as you can see.
Is there something I can do without tearing down the timing chain cover again?
Edited .. added the below info. I have found that the 12v battery will not hold a charge so I think it was only starting under the power of the jump pack and not the battery. Once the 60.seconds of "start engine" power from the jump pack, times out. The motor dies. Of course in neutral the traction battery does not charge and I can't keep it running in park because of the violent shaking. Could it be just really weak spark? Would the spark voltage required change from park to neutral? It seems so odd that neutral seems to run fine but park/drive no Bueno..

I was doing a solo hidden lair yesterday morning then suddenly got boot out of the game telling me that my account was banned for policy violation. I checked my email and saw that my account was for closure due to code of conduct. What the hell is that? I'm so pissed because a few days ago i just bought 2 sets of 7200 orbs and the new bundles. All my purchases were legitimately from apple and google. I never engage in toxic chats and whatsoever. I don't use PC bots or anything because we only play using phone and iPad. They didn't even explain why my account was banned. The only reason I can think of is when my 12 year old daughter posted a silly message in shadow chat months ago (3-4 months i think) that my account was for sale. If that's the case, that's totally crap. Who sell an account but still continue to purchase monhtly battle passes, orbs and bundles? Me, my wife and my daughter play the same character in the account so to to enjoy the reso, secondary stats and max rank gears. We change class every week and take turns playing it on the same devices (phone and iPad). Me as barb, wife as necro and daughter as crusader. I sent two appeal tickets and hope for a favorable reply. If not, I will seek professional legal consultation regarding this and demand a full refund because it's so unfair investing too much time and spending so much money LEGITIMATELY then gets banned just like that without giving any warning or explaination what went wrong.
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