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2019.12.08 09:56 realtreasurehunts Sub for Marauders interested in our virtual & real life treasure hunts
We organise both virtual & real life treasure hunting encounters where, for a fee, entrants have fun visiting places of interest within a host city, virtually or physically. We've added the chance to win a prize or "treasure" in a race against other competitors. You'll need to use your best puzzle solving prowess to decipher riddles & cryptic clues to progress to the final treasure location. You'll also need to make calculations to reveal the map coordinates of the locations you are to visit.
2023.06.01 04:03 MrManwithNoName23 An Adulterer's Origin Story
Husband here.. Imagine your very first relationship was being someone's AP.. It is a story I've never told. Please forgive me if this is better to post in a different subreddit. This sub has really helped me figure so much out over the past three years. Love hearing about other's stories so thought I share my own.
Didn't know she was married. Approached and thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And her energy matched her looks. Never had I hit it off with someone with such magic. By the end of the conversation I learned she was married, 2 kids, and was over a decade older than I (21 at the time).
we ended up just being friends. And it was absolutely platonic on my end. Not even a single sexual thought. As our friendship grew over the years I learned her SO was extremely abusive. Not just to her, but to their 2 young children. And so when she crossed that line with showing sexual interest in me, I was absolutely open for it. My mentality was basically "f*ck that guy, I'll love to be the one making her happy". And so I did..
Within a year she divorced and got her own place with the kids. We went from an AP relationship to simply just a new one, a normal one. My 22 year old self didn't know how insanely crazy, stupid, and insane that was to do. I am old enough now to know a relationship fresh out of a divorce (hell, well the divorce was going on) is a nightmare. It had gotten so messy that two different times I broke it off. What made it rough.. well after she got her own place she "fell asleep" at her Ex's house. And her explanation was she needed to help set up everything at his home for when their kids where over his house. Which made all the sense in the world. Well for a 22 year old it does. It was my sign to run but I was young, dumb, and naïve.
We moved in together, and the second time I had thoughts that it was time for me to run, well learned that same week she was pregnant. And it was twins.. So I told myself to stick in it for the family and see if things improved. There was alot I loved about her but the shady character issues was clear. But young me assumed one can just grow out of it.
She asked for marriage, I said yes. We ended up growing an extremely happy family. I was in love with it. Until I came home one day, and that is when I saw her having sex in our bed with another man. heartbreaking? Yes.. was I surprised? No..
Kids were all so young I didn't want to divorce. Plus she was a stay at home wife/mom. Our kids (now more than one) were all grade school age and needed their mom. My parents divorced around that same age, so of course my thought was that the grass gotta be more green on the other side. Kids ages.. I just didn't have it in my heart to split the family. Life continued on.. I was happy enough. My children were thriving.
Eventually I am in my 30s. Meet a friend, the most beautiful woman ever. We were platonic friends for over 5 years. Eventually we both learn we have crap SO. We never once even flirted. Then I happen to be there for her on a night her SO kicked her out of their home. We are literally sitting in front of the most random place ever when she just grabs my face and kisses me. It was the hottest kiss I had experienced in my life. And it went on for 3 years. An amazing three years together as AP.
Never experienced love before. Never experienced passion. Never been treated special. And my AP did it all for me. It was a pretty incredible 3 years. We both grew in such significant ways. How it ended? Well that is a messy story for another day. It has been 3 year since we broke up the Affair. Until a few months ago have I started searching for the next pAP.
Wrote all this because it is hitting me that my entire relationship existence has been in the Affair world one way or another. And I don't have any sour feelings at this point. My youngest will be off to college in less than 2 years. And I already have my 2 bedroom loft picked out for when the day arrives lol.
I've lived in my own box damn near my entire adult life. The part of me hidden. Feels good to share. Been searching around to also make friends. The type I can just always be 100% honest with. So if you are interest, hit me up. I am from Kansas City. So if you are as well shoot me a Hello. Ya never know..
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2023.06.01 04:02 General_Abies9400 I have no idea wtf I’m doing, pls help
I am not meant to be here, I’m not a degen like the rest of you, as soon as this is all over I am running away. I literally just downloaded Robinhood like 2 days ago and have 0 experience or knowledge of what I’m doing but I guess that’s the majority anyway.
So anyway, me and my dumbass friends just graduated high school and felt like gambling whatever we had in our bank account away, so naturally I bought AI calls. I only bought 1 at 32.5 expiring Jun 9. Can someone explain why the stock tanked even though they beat predictions? And how does after hours work, is this the firms reacting? Since my contract expires June 9 any chance it can go back up within this time? I really have no idea what to expect tomorrow morning, I’m guessing it will be down from 970 to like 400 or something. Just trying to minimize losses at this point and would really appreciate some advice. I know I am a regard
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2023.06.01 04:01 sweetnsourale Any disabled people struggle with being interoceptive?
I am 30+ and I spent most of my adulthood in unbearable invisible pain & visible fatigue. To the point where, now that I’m being treated for lupus, I have a hard time with recognizing my body’s active state.
I always feel like I can push more, mostly because I had to in the past. Resting is difficult because then I have to task switch more, which is a different kind of hard.
Sometimes I find myself in so much pain that walking upright and normally is a huge task. I don’t have the energy to talk, let alone defend myself. It’s extremely scary. But I don’t realize it until the last minute.
I touched down from a short red eye yesterday and stupidly, walked through the airport to the taxi area for “exercise”. I felt really good about it until I arrived at the hotel.
The taxi scammed me but I found I was too tired to argue back over the $6. That’s when I crumpled and folded in my hotel room.
I had a panic attack about how much pain I was in. Because when I flare, I can’t reach out to anyone, I have to just ride it out. It’s hard to talk & think. And it’s a general all over body pain, the kind that gets you kicked out of the ER for being “drug seeking”.
I took what I had and I’m back at my pre-medication baseline of 8/10 pain. But I know this is unsustainable.
I know i have to change. I got an Apple Watch to help me regulate with timers but idk what else I can do. Any suggestions?
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2023.06.01 04:01 wq1119 On Jesus' best Schizophrenic Angel's 60th birthday, I am proud to announce The Wesley Willis Archive Project, the internet's digital preservation archive of all of Wesley's live gigs, interviews, films, photos, artwork, and more, made by his fans carrying & preserving his legacy, we love you Wesley!
Salutations to all Wesleyans all around the world, from London to Chicago! Today, 31 May 2023, is Jesus' Special Schizophrenic Angel's 60th birthday! and as such, after a lot of confused thinking, I have decided that now is the best time to announce this passion project whose objective is to preserve Wesley's legacy for future generations.
As someone who
(unfortunately lol) grew up on the "old" internet (sort of, I'm not that old, nor am I claiming to be an oldschool internet geek/expert, I'm probably the youngest user on this entire subreddit), and is very sad at the current state of both the internet and the outside world, having lost so many forums, videos, friends, memories, stories, and games that I grew up on, I have for the past 10 years been very into digital preservation, lost media, and internet archival.
In 2020, when quarantine begun, I used my spare time to delve deeper into the man, the myth, and the legend of Wesley Lawrence Willis, for most that I have sporadically heard of Wesley at least since the early-mid 2010s or so, it was not until around 2018-2019 that I found out about the incredible hellride that is the world of Wesley Willis, reading more about him in detail through a niche underground music forum that has now been shut down, whose thread on Wesley included a poster who claimed to have chatted with him on the Chicago subway and got an autographed artwork by him!
Since Wesley is a very niche outsider musician & artist that has been deceased for almost 20 years now, and most of what we know about him and his music and art comes from what his own listeners recorded, interacted, wrote, and posted on the internet (i.e. things that are prone to being deleted, abandoned, and lost as the internet goes to shit), therefore, I have decided to start a digital preservation project aimed at cataloging and archiving Wesley's beautiful life, because no one has done an organized and comprehensive archive about Wesley yet.
I had been planning this at least since 2020, but due to a variety of health-related things in my life that keep ongoing, I might work on this project sporadically.
I have prepared these archive.org pages for this project so far:
This for his live videos (upcoming)
This for interviews (upcoming)
This for photographs This for his artworks This for fan-videos and fanart This list can,
and will keep growing and be organized as time goes on! read below more about this project in the FAQ YOU below that I have prepared because these questions will be inevitably asked, and I will delve into more detail about this project below:
- Q: What things about Wesley are getting archived?
- A: Not literally and absolutely everything related to Wesley of course, what I currently have in mind that will be eventually featured on the archives (these will be in separate archive.org folders) are:
- His live gigs
- Photographs of Wesley (again, not literally all photos of Wesley on the internet and on big websites/magazines, only the rarer ones)
- His artworks (alright now, for the sake of convenience, I am indeed planning to catalogue and archive the maximum of his artworks as possible)
- Documentaries about/featuring Wesley
- Video interviews
- Radio interviews (these however, are less likely to be featured on the archive given copyright issues, such as his interview with Howard Stern for example, that has been getting copyright striked off of YouTube for years now)
- Q: Why is the archive lacking tons of stuff? I have this video/photo/etc. in here and it is not on the archive!
- A: As of the time that I am writing this, I have an 7.82 GB folder of Wesley-related media that I am intending to upload onto separate archive categories, due to various reasons, I stopped updating the folder in 2020, but in the middle of the confusion, the folder has a lot of stuff that is only vaguely related to Wesley, like Jello Biafra, some other punk bands, and more things that will not be added.
This is also my first ever time uploading stuff to archive.org. so I apologize for any inconvenience on my part, you are 100% welcome to give me tips on how to do things on it correctly, remember: if I delete some archive folder or something, do not worry, it might be due to a fuckup on my part, it will be eventually back!
I will announce either on this sub or on the archives themselves when the entire folder has been uploaded, and then, once it has been made clear that there are things lacking on the foldearchives, you can start sending them to the archive.
Where though, I do not know, isn't there an option to let other accounts upload stuff to a collection on archive.org?
That said, if you personally think that some kind of Wesley-related material is at risk of being lost, make a backup of it yourself right now!
- Q: How long will it take for you to upload everything onto the archive?
- A: By the time that I am writing this, I have health issues related to my eyes, and a somewhat busy schedule on early-mid June 2023, however, assuming that everything goes fine and quicker than I expected, then I might finish uploading and writing everything on my folder that I was able to archive about Wesley in a week or so, probably less than that, but let us see how things go.
I am currently uploading the files, and man, is this so.fucking.slow, just for a few photos take 10+ minutes, then imagine the 7 gigabytes of videos, it is important to note that I am not American, I am in Brazil, with the worst internet cable and package on earth, so if this takes long, it might not even be due to my health issues or other things, but simply due to the factor that my internet is utter chicken cow shit.
- Q: Why are you not uploading Wesley's albums/his music?
- A: At least for the moment being, I am not uploading his albums or music recordings proper, because there already was an apparently complete archive of Wesley's albums on archive.org, however, it was suddenly taken down, and sadly, I did not archived it.
His albums were probably taken down due to a copyright complaint by whoever owns his music, virtually all of the remaining songs by Wesley left on the archive.org site are now under a paywall of only 30 seconds (This item is available with audio samples only)
Since Wesley's songs are still owned by a big label (Alternative Tentacles I think?), and this label has explicitly targeted archive.org to take his songs down, as much as this sucks, these albums are not at risk of being lost as other material related to him is.
I am at most, thinking of uploading certain old animated fan-videos containing Wesley's music, and maybe, extremely rare songs by him, stuff that you do not find on most album releases, but even this is a maybe that I am not willing to risk getting the archive taken down, and only want to focus on the rarest of things.
- Q: I know/have this video/live gig/photo by Wesley! can you upload it there?
- A: Sure! however, wait on until I upload the entire folder to the archive.org site to verify that I have uploaded everything on it, and this version of yours is not a duplicate.
- Q: I have this video/audio in better quality than the one on the archive, can you replace it?
- A: Absolutely yes, hit me up at any time, I might take like one day or so to reply but you can go on.
- Q: Hey! I took this photo/shot this video/made this fanart, I want credit!
- A: Give me your credit and your original link and I will 100% credit you, crediting the original creators of the material is exactly what media preservation needs and what I intend to do.
But please, I beg you, do not think that I am stealing your stuff out of malice, I have stopped updating the folder in 2020, so I might have forgotten the source of where I got all of these files from!
- Q: Isn't there a better place to organize this archive? like on Discord?
- A: Reddit has also been also going to shit with their bullshit moves with this atrocious .new design, removing and later paywalling their API, and more greedy moves like how every mega-corporation does it.
At the same time, a Discord mod is one of the last things that I would ever want to be in that shithole of a website, however, if there is no other more convenient method for people to organize and chat about how the archive should be arranged, and new material to be added to it, then I have setup Discord server where we can discuss what to archive, and I will mod people from here who are more active and used to the platform.
- Q: Hey, this is now how this works on Archive.org!
- A: Please, teach me how to fix it, like how I said, this is my first ever time uploading stuff to it, for example, I wanted Wesley's photos to be in Chronological order, but now they are all messed up, is there a way that I can arrange the photos?
Conclusion
Either way, in I did not expected that I would be so much fascinated by a schizophrenic musician who died 20 years ago and made bizarre songs about bizarre topics, but when you look past the myth of Wesley, and see who he was as a person, I am myself a religious guy, and I have no other conclusion other than God himself created and sent Wesley to this forgotten world to preach his message of love and rock n roll!
I am so glad that I found out about Wesley and that there are still people who know about him more than I ever will, since I am Brazilian, and Wesley died when I was still a child, in fact, for years I have been working on a series that features a character directly inspired by Wesley,
just like how Wonder Woman already did it 10 years ago., but this time this character is a protagonist, instead of a minor joke character.
I just refuse to let Wesley's legacy die, I want to explore more as to how he would have lived in the present world with what has been going on since then, how he would behave, what songs he would make, the friends and people he would find along his way, Wesley Willis and Rock n Roll forever!, we wish to meet you again one day Wes!
Rock over London
Rock on Chicago!
Wheaties: Breakfast of Champions!
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2023.06.01 04:00 PaughtinessPanda Scared writer (long read for toilet time)
So I've always always always wanted to write anime/adult action fictional animation or what ever you call anime in America and I finally have an opportunity to get it problem is I have writers block kinda I have an episode that I keep retuneing and I'm worried that it's not good and I keep getting it's great it's good blaa blaa blaa I want some actual critical feed back and I can't get it sooooooooooooooooo people of reddit what do you think it's a rough rough and I can't not stress rough draft so I'm not looking for spelling or grammer just tell me if it catches your eye puts that need to watch more like Naruto (my favorite anime) or erased something that your curious about well tell me your thoughts (extremely nervous)
Ps
Sorry if it's a long read
Episode 1 Scene 1 breaking the forth wall
setting Black screen with a desk and chair facing the camera
Action: Anthony walks up to the desk sits down and looks at the screen.
Anthony: Hello viewers im anthony origins and im going to be your main star.
action: Jelani walks in from off-screen
Jelani: Anthony what the (beep) wait did you just (beep) censor me
Anthony: we want kids to watch this we cant have language like that on my show
Jelani :your show wait, first fix this (beep) second your not the only main characters here what about kradon and me were in the scrpit like twice
Anthony: your right, but no one wants to see y'all they want to see me and all my glory
action kradon walks in from off screen
kradon are you guys seriously arguing about the scrpit again, the viewer doesn't care just get to the show already
jelani fine fine fine im out
anthony what do you mean your out you cant just leave
jelani says who I got two feet I can walk off this screen and disappear no one would even know
anthony you already appeared on screen there no special cameos your not famous enough for that (beep)
jelani im the freaking CEO of fighting wombat productions roll the intro
action play fighting wombats intro then record skip noise anthony interrupts
anthony that doesn't mean anything
jelani means I do what I want now now fix this (beep) so we can start the show and get rid of the got damn sensor this isn't no telly tubby bull (beep)
action kradon and jelani walk off-screen
anthony sighs fine fuck it
scene one:the dream
setting :Anthony origins ,Collier Zorgata, Jelani (last name) each in there own house having simulator nightmares of a baby crying in and out black and white figures stand over the baby the room shakes the figures flash and Anthony Collier and Jelani wake up
baby Jelani,Anthony,Collier:crying noise
faded male voice: we have to do something
faded female voice: we should take them and run
faded voice father: that wont be necessary
Action:flash of green light figures disappear
faded voice father: now take your medicine
Action:needle starts to move to the baby
Scene 2: wake up its school
settings: in the rooms of Anthony Jelani,Collier they hop waking up from there dream three pan of all three characters laying up in there bed each do individual starching Collier disappears
pan to Collier rolling off his roof landing in a bush
Collier: (yells as he rolls of the roof)
action: Collier stands up
Collier : what... the fuck... where am I
action: Collier looks at his door and starts knocking
guy walking by: looks like your missing something there aren't ya
action: Collier looks down at his body and starts knocking again
Collier: Ma! let me in!
action Colliers mom opens the door:
Collier mom: how did you get out here
Collier I don't even know just let me in
action Collier walks in the house and closes the door
pan: over to Anthony walking out of his restroom door
action:Anthony grabs his coat and fixes it on to his body and starts to walk down the stairs little partial start to stick to his hand as he holds the pole of his stair case ill sparks of electricity fly through his hand Anthony jumps in pain
Anthony: ow what the fuck
Anthony mom: watch your mouth
Anthony: sorry mom I just got zapped by something
Anthony mom: doesnt excuse language well get out of here you don't want to start your senior year on a bad note now do you
Anthony: o yeah the joys of school Anthony mom: don't be a prick
Anthony: (laughs) cya mom
action Anthony walks out the front door
pan over to Jelani walking out of front door
Jelani begins walking to school and a dog walks by him he stops and pets the dog takes out some of his lunch gives it the dog
Jelani: you need bath Little man its wrong how people treat dogs like old toys you deserve a bath let your coat shi..(phone rings)
action jelani answers his phone
Collier: hey where are you
Jelani: in never land with peter pan
Collier: well Wendy called and said its time for class
Jelani: yeah yeah I'm almost there give me a bit
Collier: were in front of the school
Jelani: what do you need permission or something go to class
Collier: you have my text book remember
Jelani: o awkward.. okay ill be there in like 2 minutes
Collier alright see you th---...hello
pan to Anthony and Collier
Anthony: hung up on you
Collier: yeah, as is tradition. would it kill him for once to actually end the conversation properly?
Anthony: Well you know Jelani. what will be the chances of him doing that
Collier (sighs)
action: Jelani runs up to them
Jelani: here take your book
Collier: thanks now lets get to class
pan to Jelani Collier and Anthony walking up to the school doors and see three guys in the background
action: Vince lifts his hand and ice partials lift out of his hand and freeze the door handles
action Jelani turns in anger
Jelani: and this day started off so well
Collier: Vince get rid of the ice were running late
action: Vince walks up to Collier:
vince: come again? I don't think I heard a "Please?"
Anthony: if you need a please I'm pleased to show you what my fist does to your face
Vince: o we have ill hero here how about I freeze your face see brave you are then
action Anthony gulps
Jelani jumps in front of Vince and Anthony and pushes Vince off
Jelani: lets all calm,down no reason to get testy here Vince
Vince: so your gonna be a hero too huh Jelani
action: Vince moves forward towards Jelani
Jelani: get back Vince
Vince: aw what happen to all that bravery you just had hmm
Jelani: Vince I said get back action: Jelani shoves Vince and gets pushed back against the door the ice around the door shatters Vince gets knocked in to his friends and falls to the ground
Anthony: what the hell was that
Collier who cares the doors open lets go
action: the three of them run in to the building and down the hall they stop at the end of the hall Anthony stops and catch's his breath
Anthony:what the hell what was that Jelani
Jelani: o yes I'm a fucking Wikipedia on how gene x works
Collier: are you guys forgetting were late for class
Anthony: shit your right. okay we will talk about this at lunch lets go
Collier: yup Jelani: yeah whatever
action: Jelani Isaiah and Collier split up
pan over to Collier turning down the hall
Collier man I got to drop the kids off at the pool first before I go to class.
action camera shows the restroom Collier runs in to the restroom and slams in to the stall show Colliers face he closes his eyes
Collier: ahh there we go
action poop sounds
girl: ahh what the hell are you doing
action: Collier opens his eyes
setting: female locker room
girl: o my gosh it smells like shit ! what are you doing in her get out get out get out
Collier : Ahh! What the flip! I''m so sorry! I have no idea how the hell I got in here
action: Collier pulls his pants up and runs in to the female shower by accident
women: you pervert get out girls only
action hitting sounds and splashing around show Collier going back down the hallway in the opposite direction pan to him out side the door of the women's restroom
Collier Oowww... What da-fuq is going on?
pan over to Jelani
settings art class each student had a canvas in front of them
teacher: okay for our next project I want your best depiction of your spirt animal what animal speaks to your heart
Jelani: sighs I have the imagination of a dog chasing his tail this is gonna be a long class
action Jelani starts to draw on the canvas and rips the paper out continues this process 3 times before slamming his head and hand on the canvas pant splats on it
Jelani: lunch couldn't come any sooner what I wouldn't do for a hot dog right now
action: the paint swirls above Jelani and a hot dog appears above him
Jelani: better yet a pizza
action the paint swirls again and a pizza appears above Jelani
Jelani: god I can almost taste it
action a pizza appears in his mouth Jelani spits it out on to the floor
Jelani: the fucking fuck?
action: Jelani runs out to the restroom knocking over a bowl of art supply's
teacher jela...(Jelani)
action: Jelani rushes out the door and in to a restroom Vince watch's him enter Jelani splash's his face with water
Jelani: okay its all right think what could this be
action Vince walks In
Vince well well well look who's all alone
Jelani: Vince, I don't have time for this
action Jelani starts to turn around
Vince: is that so
action Vince snaps fingers and freezes the sink with Jelani hand still attached and grabs him by the neck
Vince: well lets make sometime
Jelani: okay but I don't think it's gonna be very enjoyable for you
action: Jelani steps on his foot and head buts him and kicks him to the ground
Jelani: now what now what now what
action Jelani looks at the ice
Jelani: break break break
action Jelani closes his eyes a flash of ice breaking appears
action: the ice crumbles in to the sink Jelani faces back to Vince he starts to stand up and gets to his feet
Vince: look who has a ill fight in him
action: Vince slams his arms in to Jelani's shoulders forcing him to the ground
Vince: and the fight is gone
action: Jelani falls to the ground a hazy camera of Jelani looking at a stall
Jelani(inner voice) damn that hurt
action: Jelani starts to crawl to the stall and lifts his hand to pull his self up Vince reaches down and picks up Jelani and lifts him against the stall door and lifts a frost fist behind him Jelani looks at the door and notices a loosen screw instantly imagines the screw stopping his fist and closes his eyes then opens them seeing that it has happened they both exclaim shocked
(Jelani & Vince) wha..(what)
action: Vince continues to force his fist at Jelani Jelani smirks
Jelani: now that were on equal terms
action: Jelani lifts his other hand a pulse flashes out of his hand pushing Jelani and Vince in opposite directions Jelani lands on the stall and hits his back on the toilet metal pump
Jelani: okay ouch :(action says while standing up )
action: Vince stands up anger is shown on his face the sprinklers turn on the water starts to freeze as it falls to the floor the fire alarm goes off
(10 minutes earlier) text appears
pan over to Anthony
teacher: okay class we have used water to demonstrate the 3 states of matter solid liquid and gas now our last experiment will be with fire to create the forth state of mater also known as plasma and just to add a lil twist we will use a copper to creating a blue flame
action: show Anthony drooling on the lab desk
teacher: your gonna have to be paying full attention because this is a highly (action teacher points at Anthony and makes a shoving motion the student next to Anthony nudges him to wake him up Anthony head pops up and looks around in confusion) dangerous exper.... (experiment)
teacher: welcome back to the land of the living Anthony ready to join the rest of us
action: Anthony yawns
Anthony: o please do go on I'm so intrigued the excitement
teacher: (action the teacher stares at isaiah annoyed) as i was saying ....umm.. o. This is a highly dangerous experiment so pay attention
action: show Anthony dosing off
teacher okay first grab your copper out of the element box and put it in to the beaker now take the syringe and spray water on to the copper this loosen the heavy salts changing its mass from a solid to a gas only gases can become a flame
action Anthony eyes starts to close and he starts to see ill dots all around the copper
teacher this also starts to release hydrogen in to the beaker now turn on your electric heater
action a charge drips off Anthony lip shocking the heater
teacher: as the molecules starts to heat up the hydrogen ignites from the oxygen in the air
action Anthony eyes start to slight widen the partials ignite and trail of blue flames go on to his hand the student next to him jumps
student: Fire Fire!! action Anthony jumps out his seat
Anthony what where
student fire its on your pants
action Anthony jumps up swiping at the fire the fire discharges from his hands and hits the floor Anthony runs to a safety shower spout and reaches to turn it on the water turns on and swirls around his body
Anthony: the fires not going out help me
action a student runs to Anthony the fire starts to heat and a discharge of electricity shoots out the fire and swirls around his body Anthony lifts his hand
Anthony: wait don't stay back its dangerous
a bolt of energy shoots out his hand and through the window Anthony runs out the room as a trail of electricity fire and water swirl behind him students follow behind him as the three elements start to dissipate the fire alarm goes off
pan to Jelani
action:a wave of ice freezes the water up to the toilet Jelani back clides with the stall wall
jelani: I need to get out of here
action: the wall turns in to a door and jelani rush out of the door and in to the hallway as vince blast a beam of ice in to the stall freezing the entire thing vince turns to jelani as each drop of water from the sprinklers freeze as it clides and shatters as it reaches the ground jeans stares down at vince since takes a pill out of his pocket and pops it in his mouth ice drips off of vinces body
vince: you and your friends judge me for using these phantom pills and look who's secretly a little druggy jelani
jelani: I'm not a degenerate like you vince Idk how I have these ability but anything I imagine happens so let's do this
action: Vince releases a breath of ice out the screws of the restroom stalls start to fly off of the its Henge blocking vince ice breath then the screws start flying off hitting vince over and over in different spots
vince: enough!
action: vince freezes the air and all the screws fall to the ground
vince: I'm done playing with you jeans
jelani: too far
action: vince starts to send waves of ice at jelani freezing jelanis leg to the wall and vince freezes jelanis arms and other leg jelani closes his eyes
jelani: cardboard cardboard cardboard
action: the wall behind jelani starts to glow and and forms flimsy cardboard as vince charges a large partial of ice in his hands and releases it as jelani falls through the wall and in to the a locker in the hallway bumping his head on the locker door
jelani : sighs great now I'm in a locker
action teens run down the hall way passing Jelani in the locker Collier bumps against a girls butt the girl punches him and he falls to the ground
girl you creep don't touch me. Sneaking in the girls restroom yuk
Collier:Wait no its not like that, I swear I have no idea how I got in there!
girl what ever
action: girl continues running down the hall
Collier: seriously
Jelani: I'm almost to happy Im stuck in here to hear that
Collier: Jelani what are you doing in there
Jelani: well this is my comfort spot I come in here to contemplate out how to solve world hunger, bring world peace, What the fuck do you think im doing in here im stuck , you idijt!!!
Collier: you know it would be real easy for me to continue down my merry way
Jelani and id like to wish on your merry way good sir,but, if you would be so kind to GET ME OUT THE BLOODY LOCKER that would be greeeaattt
Collier sighs hold on hold on
Jelani: o please do take your time
Collier its not like im a master lock picker
Jelani o
Collier what
Jelani nothing keep going
action unlock noise
Collier : there we go
Jelani yay we did it
action Collier opens the door Jelani walks out the locker
Jelani no need to dwell. shall we?
Collier dude there's a latch on the door. You could've gotten yourself outta there yourself.
Collier shows Jelani the latch on the locker and demonstrates how it works
Jelani I don't know what your talking about(says quickly) (action continues walking)
action Collier shakes his head and continues down the hallway both head outside of the door camera shows them walking down a tiny stare way the girls turn and stare at Collier
Jelani what was that about
Collier the reason im going to stay single my whole high school year Jelani o and you and the closet being mighty tight wasn't gonna do that
action Collier looks at Jelani
Collier whatever lets find Anthony you know how he gets around fire
action Collier starts walking looking around
Jelani well I think this is just a drill judging that everyone not screaming and going crazy
Collier yeah I guess. I see him over there in the back
action Collier and Jelani approach Anthony
Collier hey Anthony h..(how)
action Anthony grabs Jelani and Collier and pull them to the side
Anthony shut up listen that goes double for you Jelani
Jelani no promises
Anthony I did this I started the fire I don't know how but I got Gen X in my system im shooting electricity starting fire controlling water and there are dots all In the air im loss...(losing)
Jelani wait you too
Anthony what are you talking about
Jelani I fought Vince with the ability to I don't know make stuff from nmmy imaginationtion
Anthony we need to go to the tent and figure this out
action Anthony and Jelani run off
Collier first day of school and already ditching
action Jelani turns around
Jelani are you contemplating the universe or something come on!
Action Jelani turns back towards Anthony and continues running Collier starts running
setting the tent
action Anthony walks up to the tent and flings the doors open Jelani walks in be hind him Collier continues be hind him Anthony turns around
Anthony show me
Jelani well take me out to dinner first this show ain't free
Anthony the ability man the ability
jelani mmmm hmm im just sayin if i hear some baby making music im out
action jelani closes his eyes and nothing happens
Anthony: performance exiade
action jelani moves his dreads from his face and looks at Anthony
jelani: god I hate these things and I'd how this works I was running off of instanct I wasn't thinking about it it was all reaction
Anthony try again
action: jelani moves his dreads away from his face
jelani : I'm not a trained monkey I don't know how this works
action jelani moves his dreads from his face
jelani god I hate these things when there untwisted
collier you should just cut them off 3 hours to just twist seems like a lot of work
jelani: and look like you too no hair no real style just bound screw that I can't even imagine my hair gone just picturing that
action while jelani says that he shutters and his hair starts to glow and his hair turns short and in a fade
jelani sends chills down my spine now shut up I have to focus
action isaiah starts laughing
jelani: will you shut up
action a sandwich appears in his hand
Anthony instant manifestation fascinating
Jelani I showed you mine show me yours
Anthony I don't know how to do mine it happened on its own he was talking about how chemical reaction work and I rubbed my fingers together and there was a flame emitted on the copper
Jelani well you know how it happened try it
Anthony there's no copper her
Collier do you still see those particles
Anthony yea there's some in the air and there's lil ones all on the ground
Collier snap your fingers
action Anthony snaps nothing happens
Anthony may be it was just my imagination
Jelani yeah flames always just magically appear on metal
action Anthony rubs hand against his head and closes his eyes a discharge trail trickles down his body and jumps around the air and dissipates as it approaches Collier Collier and Jelani jump back
Anthony I don't know man
action Anthony opens his eyes
Collier woo wooo
action Collier disappears and a clone sits in his place and the charge erupts in to the clones body
Anthony o my god Collier
Jelani you just turned Collier in to a baked potato what the hell man
Collier ummm help me
action Anthony and Jelani looks up and see Collier hanging by a type wire
Anthony just drop we will catch you
Collier yeah like you guys are fucking the most reliable source in a game of catch but I have an idea
action Collier lets go
Anthony what the hell are you doing
Jelani you dumb fuck
action Collier disappears and a clone takes his place when it gets close to the ground it vanishes in mid air Collier runs up be hind Anthony and grabs his shoulder
Collier I CAN FUCKING TELEPORT!!!
Anthony and clone your self wait whats that
show more particles in the air
Jelani what is it
Anthony there's a concentration of those lil dots I was talking about comeing from the door
action Jelani walks too the door and gets Spartan kicked in to the room Vince walks in pulling the door open showing him and 3 other boys
Vince whats up motha fuckas rematch and I brought friends as
Episode 1 end
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2023.06.01 04:00 Analypiss Endurance, Speed, Skill, and Temporary Powers
Key and explanation of periods where Juggernaut was stronger or weaker than normal
Endurance and Regeneration
Speed
Skill
Temporary Powers
Telepathy
Mystic Abilities
Trion
Captain Universe
Kuurth
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2023.06.01 04:00 Analypiss Durability
Key and explanation of periods where Juggernaut was stronger or weaker than normal
Durability w/ Force Field/Armor
Blunt
Piercing/Cutting
Sound
Heat
Cold
Electricity
Light
Energy
Chemical
Adhesive
Biological
Matter Manipulation
Phasing
Magic
Soul/Life Force
Power Absorption/Nullification
Mental
Durability w/o Force Field/Armor
Blunt
Piercing/Cutting
Sound
Cold
Heat
Gravity
Light
Energy
Chemical
Biological
Mental
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2023.06.01 04:00 Analypiss Strength - Striking and Lifting
Key and explanation of periods where Juggernaut was stronger or weaker than normal
Striking
Lifting, pushing, pulling, throwing, grip, etc.
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2023.06.01 04:00 Analypiss Strength - Force Field and Advancing
Key and explanation of periods where Juggernaut was stronger or weaker than normal
Force Field
Advancing
- Walks through a thick wall of ice and causes the X-Mansion to shake and start collapsing - Uncanny X-Men #12
- Walks through an electromagnetic force field - Uncanny X-Men #12
- Exerts enough pressure to buckle and shatter a metal wall that had 50 times the tensile strength of battleship steel - Uncanny X-Men #12
- Pushes aside Jean Grey's telekinesis as though it was a physical thing after she lifts him into the air - Uncanny X-Men #13
- Crawls through a solid wall of earth and erupts out of it - Uncanny X-Men #13
- [Limits] Loses his footing after some stairs he was climbing are turned to ice by Iceman - Uncanny X-Men #13
- Walks through a wall - Uncanny X-Men #46
- Charges into Nightmare and forces him back - Doctor Strange #182
- Charges through a solid steel parade float - Amazing Adventures #16
- Snaps a tree in half by charging into it while Beast is on top of him - Amazing Adventures #16
- Shatters a concrete power station by running through it - Amazing Adventures #16
- His powers let him swim in water even though he should be heavy enough to sink - Amazing Adventures #16
- [Limits] Sinks in water after Colossus knocks him into it unexpectedly - Spider-Woman (1978) #38
- Starts breaking through a metal wall designed to hold a hundred Hulks and eventually does so with Hulk's assistance - Hulk #172
- Shatters a tank by charging into it - Hulk #172
- Knocks Hulk over a hill and shatters it with a single charge - Hulk #172
- Runs through machinery - Uncanny X-Men #103
- Colossus, Storm, and Wolverine can't stop him from climbing some stairs - Uncanny X-Men #103
- Knocks Colossus, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, and Storm out of his way with a charge - Uncanny X-Men #103
- Climbs through the metal deck of a ship - Spider-Woman (1978) #38
- Walks through a building, with Spider-Man saying he's never seen Namor smash through a building as destructively as him upon viewing the aftermath, but before meeting Juggernaut - Amazing Spider-Man #229, 214
- Walks into a net of Spider-Man's webbing and stretches it to its limit until pieces of the buildings it's attached to rip off - Amazing Spider-Man #229
- Makes a large hole in the road by climbing out of the sewers - Amazing Spider-Man #229
- Walks through a building while Spider-Man was trying to pull him back - Amazing Spider-Man #229
- Walks through a police barricade and tips over an APC - Amazing Spider-Man #229
- [Limits] Sinks to bottom of a 40 foot foundation of wet cement - Amazing Spider-Man #230
- Walks through miles of bedrock and fractures the tectonic plates under Manhattan, which results in a catastrophic earthquake months later - Amazing Spider-Man #629, 628-629
- Jumps from a plane and lands hard enough to make a large crater in the ground - Marvel Team-Up #150
- [50%] Rams Black Tom into a bus hard enough to crumple it and make it explode - Marvel Team-Up #150
- [50%] Jumps from the top floor of a building and lands in the street hard enough to make a large crater - Marvel Team-Up #150
- [50%] Runs through a concrete wall - Marvel Team-Up #150
- Creates tremors that fracture a street with his footsteps - Thor #411
- Holds onto Thor's hammer as it’s returning to him and tackles him through five boxcars and into a building hard enough to shatter part of it and knock him out - Thor #411
- Rams Thor into a stone wall hard enough to shatter it - Thor #429
- Knocks down a uh... certain skyscraper by charging into it - Spider-Man (1990) #16
- Knocks Hercules and several other Avengers out of his way with a charge - Hulk #403
- Literally walks over Thunderstrike when he tries to push him back - Thunderstrike (1993) #2
- Warps and knocks down a metal door - Deadpool (1994) #1
- Runs through two thick sewer walls - The All New Exiles (1995) #3
- Jumps off a cliff and lands hard enough to knocks trees into the air and make a large crater - X-Men (1991) #53
- Creates a large hole in the hull of a ship - Professor Xavier and the X-Men (1995) #12
- Makes footprints in concrete - Professor Xavier and the X-Men (1995) #13
- Walks through a massive barrier of ice like it was made of tissue paper - Professor Xavier and the X-Men (1995) #13
- Charges through the walls and doors of the X-Mansion - Professor Xavier and the X-Men (1995) #13
- Charges into War Hulk and pushes him through hundreds of meters of rock, though Hulk is eventually able to stop his advance - Hulk #457
- Walks through a police car - Spider-Man (1990) #84
- Rams Post-Crisis Wonder Woman through a concrete wall - Unlimited Access #1
- Rams his fellow Exemplar Stonecutter through a stone staircase - Juggernaut (1999) #1
- Knocks down the Stranger by jumping into his head - X-Men Forever (2001) #6
- Jumps hundreds of meters off a giant tower - X-Men Forever (2001) #6
- [X] Lands on a concrete roof hard enough to shatter it - Uncanny X-Men #420
- [X] Him and Sasquatch collide into each other hard enough to create a large crater in the ground, with Juggernaut being the first to recover - Uncanny X-Men #422
- [X] Knocks out Sabretooth by landing on him after being pushed down an elevator shaft - Identity Disc #4
- [X] Charges straight through Earth 6141 Jean Grey's telekinesis - New Excalibur (2006) #3
- [X] Climbs through a pile of wreckage and causes the ground the shake and knock cars into the air - New Excalibur (2006) #6-7
- [X] Jumps from a plane and lands in the road hard enough to shatter it and disable several mechanical tendrils - New Excalibur (2006) #7
- [X] Runs through a concrete wall - New Excalibur (2006) #8
- [X] Walks through a pier, two huts, and numerous trees - New Excalibur (2006) #14
- [X] Jumps into a Shadow Captain Britain hard enough to crater the ground - New Excalibur (2006) #14
- Fights evenly with World War Hulk and pushes him back, undermining the foundation of the X-Mansion, though Hulk is able to knock him away by sidestepping him and adding to his momentum - World War Hulk: X-Men 3
- Rams Hulk through a log and knocks him on his back - Marvel 1985 #2
- [T] A Raft scientist says he has endless kinetic energy and is unstoppable once he begins charging - Thunderbolts #144
- [T] Runs through several trees - Thunderbolts #145
- [T] Charges into two Asgardian trolls hard enough to kill them and shatter a tree and part of a hill - Thunderbolts #145-146
- [T] Breaks through a section of the Raft two prisoners thought no one could get through - Thunderbolts #147
- [T] Pushes back Man-Thing - Avengers Academy #4
- [T] Charges downwards through 1.3 kilometers of bedrock - Thunderbolts #149
- [T] Cracks the shell of a giant lobster monster by running into it - Thunderbolts #152
- [T] Stops a building sized monster by charging into its foot, though it knocks him away with a strike from its tail - Thunderbolts #152
- [T] Rams King Hyperion into a boulder hard enough to embed him in it - Thunderbolts #153
- [T] Runs through a fortified stone wall Fear Itself: The Worthy #2
- [Kuurth] Runs through an upwards spiral Songbird created and lured him onto to cut down on his running area - Thunderbolts #160
- [Kuurth] Charges through a burst of kinetic energy from Speedball that shatters the road and knocks him out of his way - Fear Itself: The Home Front #3
- [Kuurth] Runs through a building - Fear Itself: The Home Front #3
- [Kuurth] Knocks train cars into air by charging through one - Fear Itself #3
- [Kuurth] Flies out of a deep pit through the ground - Fear Itself: Youth In Revolt #3
- [Kuurth] Flies into the road hard enough to make a large crater - Uncanny X-Men #540
- [Kuurth] The X-Men try at least 42 plans to stop him from walking towards San Francisco that all prove ineffective, including:
- Charges through a force wall government scientists couldn't find a way to penetrate - Dark Avengers #181-182
- [Unstoppable] Jumps into a giant Living Monolith hard enough to topple him - Amazing X-Men (2014) #18
- [Unstoppable] Walks through a wall and scatters the O5 X-Men - X-Men: Blue (2017) #1
- [Unstoppable] Trips through a metal railing - X-Men: Blue (2017) #1
- Runs through Iceman's ice ramp and a metal fence - Iceman (2017) #5
- Pushes back Rogue and shatters the ground under them - Uncanny Avengers (2015) #29
- Runs through a brick wall - Despicable Deadpool #298
- Makes footprints in rock - Thor (2018) #1
- Charges through police cars and knocks them high into the air - Venom (2018) Annual #1
- Pushes back Venom and and causes him to tear up up the asphalt he was standing on - Venom (2018) Annual #1
- Dismembers Frost Giants by charging through them - Punisher Kill Krew #3
- Jumps through the ground above a basement and few meters into the air - Uncanny X-Men (2019) #18
- D-Cel, a mutant that can slow down kinetic motion to the point objects stop falling, can't stop Juggernaut from advancing towards her - Juggernaut (2020) #1
- Charges through a portal that teleports him high above an Asgardian dragon, and lands on him hard enough to set church bells ringing for miles and create a large crater - Savage Avengers (2019) #14
- Jumps through a giant Quicksand - Juggernaut (2020) #3
- Jumps from a helicopter and into a mountain hard enough to reach an underground bunker - Juggernaut (2020) #4
- Jumps through a metal roof - Juggernaut (2020) #5
- Fractures a street and knocks cars into the air by charging through it - Sinister War #4
- Charges through a concrete pillar - Sinister War #4
- Knocks down a concrete guard tower by charging through it - X-Men Unlimited Infinity Comic #13
- Walks through several trees - X-Men Unlimited Infinity Comic #19
- Runs across Krakoa and creates a wide trench in the ground - Legion Of X (2022) #3-4
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2023.06.01 03:59 Spiritual-Night-9544 Not sure where to go from here
Hey all so my SIL has pretty much checked out when it comes to being a parent. She just has the kids at this point. She feeds them and cleans them and just does all the very basics. But after that she will lock herself in her room and let her kids go wild. Her 3 year old we’ll call them John, will just pull anything out of the fridge and throw it in the ground and pull anything out of the pantry.my SIL now put locks on both fridge and pantry doors. And John will sit at my SIL bedroom door and scream and cry until she comes out. The three year old isn’t completely alone, he has his older siblings looking after them who is 5 we’ll call them Jane. Jane is sweet smart and very loving of baby but Jane is still a baby herself and shouldn’t be taking care of a 3 year old the way that Jane does. CPS was called twice now, but my in-laws helped clean up her apartment and said the CPS laughed when they saw how well she was taking care of the kids. Well my SIL has openly said that Jane was being verbally abused by her girlfriend at one point to the point where this girl was hiding from my husband and I. When I pointed it out my In-laws said I was projecting my childhood traumas onto them and that Jane was just not feeling well.
Well now my in-laws have moved my SIL into their house with them and I just don’t know what to do. I know whatever my SIL does my in-laws are going to cover up now and or just ignore. I know these kids have been through some trauma and I want the best for them. What can I do now that they are in this “safety net” of my in-laws house. Not to mention my in-laws are very emotionally manipulative and narcissistic people and I don’t like even using the word narcissist but I truly believe they are.
Before anyone asked YES we offered to help. Before CPS was called we had the kids over for days at a time but now she doesn’t trust anyone with her kids anymore. And we still offer to help to this day.
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2023.06.01 03:58 Sp3ed_Demon Is my external HDD toast?
I ejected my WD external HDD after finishing a backup, unplugged the USB cable, and as I was bracing the drive to unplug the power cable, I accidentally hit the infernal power button, which of course spun up the drive...while I was holding it. Instead of freezing in place I panicked a little and I did hear some abnormal sounds within the drive. Afterwards I didn't hear anything unusual, and it currently seems to work correctly, but have I just given it a death sentence? Is it a ticking time bomb at this point, or is the fact that it seems to be working normally a sign that it survived the encounter unscathed? Is there anything I can do to confirm the data on the drive is still OK or should I just wipe it and re-do the backup? Sorry for the barrage of questions, but that drive wasn't cheap and was a gift from my wife, so I'm sweating bullets over here 😂
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2023.06.01 03:58 Betty-Adams "Flying Sparks" A novel of a boy, a dragon, and an alien. 100K words of science fiction adventure.
https://i.redd.it/bqo2debncb3b1.gif Chapter 2
“Hazardous? I’ll show that manipulative, misanthropic, anti-establishment cretin just what hazardous means if he thinks I’m going to fold on this!”
The sound of vigorous guitar riffs made a fitting accompaniment to the angry tirade despite originating on opposite sides of the communal area. Ama was glaring at a laptop that sat on a stained oak desk shoved against the large table near the kitchen. She tapped a fingernail on the wood as she read through the alert.
“And what violation of basic human dignity has her royal prudishness’s undies in a bunch?” Em demanded with an affected sneer without looking up from his guitar scales.
“Oh you’ll agree with this one tree-hugger,” Drake muttered from where he sat oiling his work boots.
“Yeah,” Donny piped up, “Finney is trying to kill a perfectly healthy fir.”
“What!” Em demanded, carefully placing his battered old acoustic guitar down in its case and darting over to look at the computer screen. “You mean apark tree?”
Despite her simmering frustration Ama allowed a small smile to flicker across her face as she continued to type.
“Get out of your pajamas and I’ll tell you,” Drake ordered pointing towards the bathroom door with a stained rag. “School starts in forty-five minutes and you still have breakfast and chores. That goes for you too Pip-squirt.”
“I hope you washed your hands before you touched our food,” Em said with a frown.
“Boot grease makes a great source of fatty acids.” Drake retorted. “Now go!”
The two smaller boys muttered in annoyance but stumbled off to follow orders.
“So what is up?” the youth asked as he bent his head back over the smooth leather of his boots.
“Mrs. Finney wants that tree down that’s blocking her perfect view of Crescent Lake.” Ama replied in a dry tone.
“One that’s clearly on park property?” Drake asked.
“Indeedy-do.” Ama replied giving the paper in front of her a glare.
“So how’s she justifying it?” Drake asked.
“As a safety hazard to her house.” Ama replied.
“And?”
The biologist groaned and rubbed her face.
“As far as I can tell the trunk is perfectly healthy. There is an old trash can lid grown into the trunk and a little discolored sap is leaking out there.”
“Frass?”
“Watch your language!” Donny interjected as he darted up to the table.
“Frass is not a bad word,” Drake stated. “Have you let the chickens out?”
“Yes, what does frass mean?” Donny asked as he started piling stir-fry onto his plate.
“Look it up.” Drake ordered him. “Emerald! Breakfast ends in ten minutes! Get your tukus down here!”
“It’s bad health to rush meals,” Em snapped out as he came down a narrow stairway with deliberate slowness.
“It’s even worse for your health to skip meals altogether,” Drake growled threateningly.
“Shut it and give me some eggs.” Em snapped back.
“Emerald Waters Undersun,” Drake hissed out through gritted teeth. “You are going to get your own eggs.”
The boy threw himself into a chair and glared at Drake with challenge in every line of his body.
“Emerald,” Ama said in a calm tone. “I think you should apologize to your cousin now.”
“Sorry I disturbed you Ama,” he offered without breaking eye contact with Drake.
“Not me, him,” Ama said.
“Sorry you had to hear that Donny.” Em said.
Ama heaved a sigh and closed her computer.
“Emerald,” Ama said.
“Do you want to eat or go hungry?” Drake demanded.
Ama glanced at him with a familiar uneasy look in her eyes and Drake fought down a wince.
“Now, Em.” she said in a patient tone.
“I’ll go hungry,” Em snapped, jumping up and stalking over to the couch.
Donny kept his eyes fixed on his plate. Ama heaved a sigh before turning back to her computer. Em wriggled on the couch for several minutes before skulking back to the table. Drake moved to intercept him but Ama stopped him with a look and he let Em serve himself. Drake cast irritated glances at the wall clock as the time crept more and more into school time.
Ama closed her computer and stood, then sighed, sat and opened it again.
“I need to pick out their report topics,” Ama muttered.
“I could do it,” Drake offered.
“You do quite enough,” Ama replied briskly, as she scanned the news. “Here you go. For Donny, malfunctions at the Lewis- McChord Air Force Base air show.” A frown creased her face. “Wow, this is pretty serious. It looks like the F-16 demonstration team nearly got killed.”
Drake whistled and leaned over her shoulder.
“Multiple system failures,” he read out loud. “I am pretty sure that isn’t supposed to happen.”
“Nope,” Ama agreed. “Here is a topic on big game management for Em.”
“Reports due by next week?” Drake asked as the old printer on the desk began to squeal and grumble as it powered up.
“Same as usual,” Ama confirmed.
Drake put the printouts on top of the homework pile and moved to wash up the breakfast dishes.
“I need to get to work early today so you two be good for Drake,” she called out placing a quick kiss on top of the smaller boys’ heads and giving Drake’s shoulder a friendly squeeze.
“Good luck with Mrs. Finney, and stay safe.” Drake called out as she went into her room.
The table was cleaned off and wiped down and the clink of forks gave way to the steady scratch of pencils on paper. They broke for a recess after religion and then lunch after history and math, and by the time the Grandfather clock in the corner struck two the younger boys twitching with energy. Drake made certain the internet was disconnected at the router, and chased Donny and Em out into the garden.
“And don’t come in until dark,” he ordered tossing two snack bags out after them.
Donny as usual snatched his food and disappeared into the small orachard. Low grumbles about troglodytes and the Amish wandered out into the high corn following Em and Drake shook his head in exasperation wondering, not for the first time how the dark haired princeling came from the same gene pool as his little brother. The kitchen being mostly ordered Drake was turning to put the last random dirty sock in the hamper when a gnarled hand clutching a cane head appeared in the corner of his eye, causing his heart to make a valiant attempt to bolt out of his throat.
“Abuelita!” he gasped forcing his hands down from the guard position. “Where did you come from?”
Smoldering black eyes ran searchingly over the tall youth. An impossibly long mane of streaked silver and black hair was barely contained in a thick braid. A sharply pointed nose perched over a small wrinkled mouth. A vibrant red horse-hair serape hung over her shoulders concealing everything except her brown and gnarled hands which currently clutched the old tree branch she used as a cane. Drake had been more than a little comforted by the fact that both Em and Donny had admitted to having the thought ‘witch’ every time time they saw her as well.
“From the hand of God by the bodies of my sainted mother and father,” she replied after a long, uncomfortable silence.
She always spoke in a low husky voice that suggested years of smoking, though Drake had never smelled even stale smoke on her.
“Right,” Drake blinked and grinned at the response; the one she always gave. “So you are here for their Spanish lesson? I have their grammar books ready and-”
The narrow end of the tree branch rapped against the concrete of the floor causing Drake to jump. Abuelita glared at him, locking his gaze and holding him in place with it for a moment.
“I am here for their lessons,” she finally stated, “and you are there for my payment.”
Drake thought longingly of the repair and maintenance manuals in the cab of the truck and the new tool he was itching to try, but he forced a grin on his face.
“Yes ma’am,” he said. “What can I get you today?”
Abuelita pulled out a bag of woven grass from under her serape causing the indistinct patterns on the cloth to shift and change.
“Take this,” she ordered him, “and collect me the cobalt blue berries that grow on a single stalk close to the ground. They must come from the mountain to the south east of here by the crystal brook.”
Drake nodded, and took the little bag, he didn’t quite manage to infused his gestures with enthusiasm he supposed. The old woman, probably wouldn’t have noted it anyway. She turned and moved towards the garden door without waiting for any other reply. However she called out over her shoulder as he turned to find his own way out of the rambling structure.
“Don’t dawdle little one. A storm brews in the distance.”
He tried not to roll his eyes at that, the weather forecast was clear and eighties for the next week according to the morning fire report Ama had printed. The youth only nodded and slipped around the corner. He circled the barn and pulled a set of loose tan pants and tunic out of the cubby. The soft worn leather almost perfectly matched the forest floor for color as did the moccasins he pulled on after them. His morning running clothes were modern stuff that wicked the sweat away from him and let him speed through the forest. These were his free day clothes. The ones that let him disappear into the forest and wander. Abuelita, for all of her demands, would tend Em and Donny until he returned no matter how late that was, and with the Park’s yearly budget talks still under way it was highly unlikely Ama would be home until long after the sun had set. Despite still hearing the call of the half restored truck he felt something lossening in him already. The soft cotton and smooth leather rested easily against his skin and Drake slipped into the forest.
Freedom; for the moment at least, blissful freedom. Pushing aside the guilt that accompanied the thought as well as any lingering worries about his charges the youth let his legs carry him through the trees. He shunned the man made paths, following the faint animal trails. This close to the barn they were as clear to him as if they were named city streets. Being animal trails, they invariably led him to water. Today he stopped at a trickling stream, took off his moccasins, and rolled up his pants legs. The youth turned and followed the thin flow of icy water upstream, letting it steal the heat from his body through his feet.
Some distance upstream, the stream widened and pooled under a boulder. There Drake paused and pulled an old black compass out of his pocket. Behind him he knew every trail and tree. Ahead was a broad swath of National Wilderness he would have to cross, or possibly Bureau of Land Management or even state managed forests where he more rarely wandered. It was hard to tell where the boundaries were from the ground. The clearing he wanted for the berries was solidly in BLM land and he still had quite a ways to go to get there. The stand of timber that stood between him and his goal was dense with young tree and branches that frequently formed impenetrable hedges he had to track around and he checked his compass regularly as he climbed in elevation. Even so the youth found he had wandered too far off his route and had to correct when he spotted the boundary fence. However he was in no hurry and he reached the clearing long before the sun told him it was time to turn around.
Sometime in the past some unknown force had carved a shallow trench across the side of one of the small mountains that that dotted the wilderness. It had puzzled Drake at first. The scour was at the wrong angle to be an old rock slide, and terminated in a near perfectly circular clearing at the lower end. Centuries old Douglas Firs abruptly gave way to a second ring only a few decades old. Those were in turn beginning to produce cones and a smattering of knee high saplings. The rest of the space was completely given over to wildflowers. No matter what season Drake visited it he found a riot of life.
There had been an early spring and many herbs that normally would have waited a month or more were already in full bloom in the mountain meadow. A white wave of foamflower washed in from the deep forest surrounding the clearing, sending up knee high stalks covered in the delicate white blooms. Late trillium hid close to the roots of the great firs, many having shed their white corollas and begun to put forth their bulbous seed heads. Fuzzy white baneberry blossoms nodded gently in the breeze. A riot of yellow and purple spread across the ground as vetch and buttercups and a host of clovers competed for space in the open sun. Great stalks of lupine as high as his head thrust up their purple and blue proudly from thick clusters of palm shaped leaves. Pink shooting stars and violet harebells crouched under the protection of the larger plants. Indian paintbrush lit the scene with flames of red and orange. Where a spring seeped into the meadow elephant’s head flared neon pink and corydalis bushes put forth blushing blooms. Pale green wild orchids stood along the wet spot and the swarms of bees danced from them to the glacier lilies.
Sometimes, as he bent over a tiny blossom and traced the intricate network of veins in the petals, drank in the scent, and felt the smooth surface of the leaves an otherworldly feeling would come over him. It was as if there was another world just out of range of his senses. If he could only really
look, the thin illusion that was blocking him would slip away and reveal the real world underneath it.
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Look Awiegwa,” his father would whisper, pointing at a deer mouse perched on a fallen log. “What does it see?” Awiegwa would screw up his face and squint. Trying to find the answer to the question. Awiegwa had often wondered how so many flowers had come to be in the relatively small area. He had identified dozens of species and there were more he had yet to determine. The clearing was always the first place to bloom and the last to go dormant. Many of the flowers seemed to utterly defy their usual blooming patterns. However, as time passed he had simply come to accept it. It was one of the small good things that brought back the memories of his father. If it didn’t quite follow the rules Ama had taught him, well an impossible clearing in the mountains wasn’t a place for rules.
The particular bloom that Abuelita had requested had taken full advantage of the early sun and had already put forth a few cobalt blue berries; easily spotted at the edge of the clearing in the delicate sea of white flowers.
However before he left the shade of the forest for the meadow the youth paused and closed his eyes. Bole wasn’t always here, but he was often enough that Awiegwa always checked for him. Carefully he reconstructed the clearing in his mind; marking every tree and boulder on the edge. Three years he had been coming here and each time it was easier to recreate the clearing. Breathing evenly he opened his eyes, letting the mental image merge with the actual. There was a brief moment of confusion as details like the play of light through branches and the trembling of small clusters of flowers fixed themselves but there was only one truly jarring note. Awiegwa didn’t let his eyes focus on the disparity; he never did anymore, but a warm smile spread across his features as he slipped silently into the meadow.
He was here. As the youth moved in a low crouch, gathering the first fruits of the Queen’s Cup, he let his peripheral vision linger on a particular snag. There was nothing obviously interesting about it, other than the fact that it had not been there the last time Awiegwa was here. He had named the wanderer Bole, because it most often appeared as a thick tree trunk; sometimes living, sometimes dead. Occasionally it would be a boulder or simply a mound in the dirt. Often it wasn’t in the clearing at all. If the youth moved forward and tried to closely examine it he could never find anything to suggest it was something other than a tree or rock.
He had thought about taking a sample occasionally, had taken his knife out to do just that more than once, but something always held him back. Bole was a part of this place. Dissecting him would be too much like attempting to dissect his sense of his father’s presence here. The youth had never told anyone about this place, not even Ama with who could get most things out of him easily enough. Down at the house, in town, when he was Drake; solid, reliable, first up in the morning, two grades ahead in school with a penchant for science Drake, a productive member of modern society with a promising future and his mother smiling at him. Here he could be Awiegwa. Here he could believe in the ancient medicines his father had dug out of dusty old tomes and brought to life from the forest litter. Every time Awiegwa left the clearing and headed back towards home reality would reassert itself. Bole would resolve back into a figment of his imagination, created from pride in a somewhat better than average memory and what the social workers had called an “intriguing imagination”. When he reached the house and become solidly Drake again flickers of embarrassment would begin eating at him for letting his senses trick him like that, but as long as the blooms nodded around him in this garden Bole could exist even on a Thursday.
The little woven grass bag filled up with the berries fairly quickly and Awiegwa soon stretched out of his crouch and let his gaze wander contentedly over the clearing. As it always did, the warm space was working its special magic. Worries about Em getting out of his schoolwork, of not paying enough attention to the quiet Donny, of letting Ama see his petty resentments: it had all melted away from his muscles, thoughts of college costs and abandoning his duties dissolved into an acute sense of the now. The leaves rustled softly in a barely-there breeze, the heavy scent of some unidentified blossom filled his lungs, a dozen shades of green framed the rainbow of flowers, and over and above it all the creaking of the firs as the wind played over them. It was at times like these that he felth he could almost see into heaven; that something wonderful that existed just beyond his senses, and all he had to do was reach out and claim it.
The youth took a deep breath and let himself fall backwards onto a handy rise in the forest floor. His path had taken him to the foot of the snag and he shifted slightly to align himself with the gnarled roots. One hand gripped a time smoothed root.
“Ama trusted me enough to go out of state,” he murmured. “That’s the first time she’s done that. Usually she has Abulita stay with us to fend off the Harsh, but she said it’s long past legal now.”
It was his imagination of course that made him think the root vibrated in his hand in response. Many a long hour he had spent in this clearing with the wanderer. He had poured out his frustrations and anguishes over life’s injustices, had shared his secrets as he grew, and had shouted his triumphs. Sometimes he felt closer to Bole than to any of his human friends. However, something that sounded like his mother’s voice warned him that there was something odd about this and that awareness was the main reason he had kept this place secret from Ama. Their mother hadn’t exactly liked stuff like that. She had never objected to his father’s digging up the old stories of her people. Making cross generational connections between elders, who more often than not lived isolated lives, and the next generation, was an admirable goal in of itself in her eyes; objectively a social good. Storytelling was only the natural course for these relationships to take, but subtle looks had warned even a very young Drake that it was best to cautious what he shared with his mother. At least of those things that couldn’t be placed on a microscope slide. So this was Awigewa’s place, and while his father’s spirit wanders the flowers with he had never felt his mother here.
He let his focus drift up, and up. Dark blue Lupine nodded over his head framing the faint crisscross of jet contrails that threw a light haze over an otherwise cloudless sky. His clothed grew deliciously hot from the spring sun. The ground too had eagerly accepted the energy and now it conducted the heat into the muscles of his back. Bole’s wood beneath him was warmer even than the surrounding ground and an idle thought traced across Awiegwa’s awareness; something about it being odd for the light colored wood and relatively dry wood to retain more heat than the darker soil surrounding it. His mind was filled with the impression of a goal. He had been meaning to do, something. Something fun, yes, exploring, he’d meant to see if whatever had dug that den by the second boulder was cubing this year. He would just get up and do that in a minute. His back was so warm and comfortable.
https://i.redd.it/zafjty1qcb3b1.gif “Flying Sparks” Another foray into the lives of Drake McCarty, Ama Love, and the rest of their siblings as they discover that something alien is out in the forest around their home. https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/flying-sparks-a-novel-of-dragon-bear-and-boy/coming_soon #FlyingSparks #ScienceFiction #Scifi #Story #novel #book #DrakeMcCarty #AmaLove #Donny #Em #Bard #Bole #Aliens #Spaceships #Crystals #fireflies #NPS #NationalPark #Doctor #Sever #family #storm #writing #reading #drama #literature #author #BettyAdams #DyingEmbers #Dragons #ThingsThatGoBoomp #Indiegogo #CrowdFunding
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2023.06.01 03:58 AisteachSam AITA for saying my neighbor is a Karen?
Long time lurker, first time poster
So I'm super annoyed and want to know if I'm right to feel this way.
My husband [32M] and I [31F] live in a condominium. I brought this condo back in 2015 so I've been here for a few years, and there are ALOT of dog owners around here [some responsible, some not]
My condo complex gives me a few routes to walk my dogs around. My preferred 'quick' route is just around the corner from my own condo as the sidewalk makes a circle. The neighbor that lives there seems to be some sort of gardener and is always trying to make changes to her front garden area. Recently she added some cute little potted plants to her front garden and my dogs liked to sniff at them. A couple days ago my corgi peed on one. I quickly pulled him away but once the stream starts you can't really stop them, so I haven't let them sniff at them anymore during our walks.
Earlier this evening, after my husband left for work, someone was just standing on my front patio and driving my dogs crazy by just standing there. No doorbell, no knocking, nothing. I'm weirded out and had to interrupt a phone call with my brother to see whats up. She had this weird kind of intense look on her face as she just came out and said 'hey your dogs have been peeing on my planters'. I kinda stared at her and pointed over at the corner lot just to be sure and she confirmed it. She complained my dogs have been peeing all over her planters, that the planters were expensive, and she didn't like that her own dogs were now sniffing at the planters. She said this was all the HOA allowed her to do and that she could only do planters in that one small garden area, so she didn't want my dogs peeing on her planters anymore. She then finished it off saying she had it on video. I was pretty shocked and annoyed as I never expected this. I said 'yes I caught him peeing on one and pulled him away to stop him'. She agreed she saw me pull him away but told me not to let it happen again, they were EXPENSIVE after all. I was just kind of like 'I guess I'll keep them on other side of the sidewalk?'. She sighed, then just left.
The most interaction I've had with this neighbor is seeing her let her dogs out, off leash, and letting them do their business while she scrolls through her phone, so I'll redirect my dogs to avoid them. I've walked that route daily for the last 5 years. Theres a few other dogs that use that same route, Is she hunting down each one? We're next to a forest and have alot of local wildlife [especially skunks!]. Is she going to chase them off too?
Should I be so annoyed about this? I talked to my husband about this and I'm thinking I'm just going to eliminate the front of that building from my walking route. I don't have the energy to start a pissing contest with a neighbor when most people here just keep to their business.
I'm a recovering people pleaser, and part of me is thinking I'm being too harsh.
AITA?
[This was edited heavily to stay in the character limit so ask away!]
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2023.06.01 03:58 i_love_food_1974 Experiences with dating
I am a 48 year old male. I subscribed to match. Won't do it again. I will let the 6 month run out and not renew it. I find the women i have met over the years either are nuts or have no patience. I have met 2 women over match recently.
42 year old woman. She told me her requirements were that she wanted sex 3 times per day. someone to cook for her. take her to work. She tried to plan 3 dates right in a row with me. Bowling, the casino and a trip to the strip joint with her and her male friend and then got mad when i said no to that. Needless to say. I didn't meet her again.
Yesterday. I had a dinner with a 52 year old woman. Before meeting her. We talked on match for about 15 hours or so over several days. I figured that was a good sign. Went to eat. Had a good time. I thought it went well. She said she had a fine time.
Today she tells me she doesn't want to go on another date with me but still want to be friends. I am sorry ,but i don't believe men and women can just be friends. it doesn't work and besides I didn't pay for match to find a friend. She tells me that there was no connection or chemistry . She could have fool me last night. Because she told me before she went in her car that she wanted to see me soon. She rattled off a laundry list of things about me.
I don't do yard work. i don't have a huge lawn. I don't have a lawnmower. The lawn in the front of my house is at an incline and it is hard. I have high blood pressure . I don't want a heart attack doing the lawn. Besides. I have no place on my property to even store a lawn mower . So i pay someone $30 every 2 weeks in the summer to do that lawn. If i need shrubs trimmer or branches cut. He does that and rakes the leaves in the fall. I'm not lazy. It's tiring for me.
She has dogs , but i am suddenly a cat person because i have 3 cats. I have 3 cats because they were my mother's before she died. I had 5 , but 2 of them passed.
I don't wear cologne She thinks i'm allergic to it. Never said i was. I just don't like it. I think it is a waste of money.
I'm not a neat freak.
And she mentioned a couple other petty things, but i deleted her text because i was tired of wasting my time.
Could have fooled me. Before she even went home. We had even talked about seeing a couples that are coming out soon. My point with that. I would think that a person who was married for a bunch of years in a bad marriage and now divorced for over a decade would be more patient and give someone more leeway who is being nice and polite. I was fine with the fact that she has kids/grandkids and is on call for 2 weeks at a time.
Maybe it is just me. My only experience is with women. I figure there is no patience. Any little thing to them seems to be a deal breaker. If you fart the wrong way. that's that
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2023.06.01 03:57 RazzleJazzles Partner gets so defensive
I hurt my little toe, bad. Tried to kick a giant teddy bear out of my way, only it wasn't just a giant teddy bear. It was his steel toed boots under that teddy bear. I immediately went down and held my foot and holding back a cry because he was in a call with his friend. My boyfriend immediately started asking "what happened?" like 3 times back to back in an annoyed tone. I shook my head to try to indicate I couldn't talk at the moment and he just rolled his eyes and went back to playing his game. A minute passed with me on the floor and I said, "When I was in a lot of pain, the way you responded wasn't helpful to me in that moment." If he gets hurt, I get up, I go near him and I acknowledge his pain and ask him if there is anything I can do to help. If he can't speak, I just stay there and rub his back or arm. I am not sure why I can't be afforded the same level of compassion. When I confronted he just got very defensive and started going "Oh next time I will just pretend it didn't happen and let you limp around." I was also trying to understand why he got upset when I couldn't immediately explain to him what happened. He gets mad I am even trying to have a discussion about this and that this is a pointless conversation, and it escalates to him throwing his headset and controller, and ending with him saying, "yea, you're right, now the conversation is over." I shared my perspective of what happened and asked him if it was any different to how he viewed the interaction and he never shares his perspective. He just tries to end the conversation as soon as possible. We hardly ever argue, and I hate hate hate confrontation, but if I ever question his actions or appear to be questioning his actions it always ends in a total shutdown on his end. I am just frustrated. :(
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2023.06.01 03:56 butteredbriochebread The Rollercoaster After D-Day
Hi,
I hope all is well with everyone on this sub. This will be my first post, but I've been lurking on this sub since before I found out about my boyfriend's SA (Sexual Addiction). I have a lot to say, but I'm not sure how or where to even begin to talk about what I've been dealing with for a year or more. I guess my question is, how do you deal with the ups and downs after finding this out?
It will be a year coming up in a few weeks, and I'm starting to get flashbacks about the things that I witnessed and the massive argument that happened after he admitted some things that I already had a suspicion about. He has since been going to SA classes faithfully unless we are out of town or they cancel the meetings. We went to therapy for a couple of months prior and after I found out about this SA, we went for a bit. But after a couple of sessions, it felt like we didn't need to go because we were both actively trying to make things better. I didn't realize that by doing this, I was kinda dismissing how I felt throughout the whole thing and how I still currently feel. So, I started to go to therapy around the beginning of this year, and that helped for a little bit, but then other things started to take over the sessions, and I stopped talking about it.
Then I found myself becoming triggered by certain things. I can't watch sex scenes in movies; sexual jokes or humor are no longer funny to me. Being out in public with my boyfriend feels like I constantly have to see if he's staring at other women. I feel so uncomfortable going out in public with him. I want to go back to the gym, but I am so afraid that there will be beautiful women there that he will stare at.
So, on the flip side, he has been going to the SA meetings (one on Thursdays and one on Saturdays), and I don't get the vibes that he's been watching porn behind my back or lying about anything. I think that we are at a point in the relationship where things are actually good, and we communicate a lot better, and we are honest about how we feel. But it's like a roller coaster for me. I guess I say all of this to say... one day I feel amazing, and we have such a good time, and then there are times where I am triggered, and it reminds me of the D-day and how I felt before he came clean. I don't even feel like myself most days. Sometimes I just want to give up. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm with a SA, and it's so crazy to say or even think about. I didn't even know this was a thing until I met him. This is the first time I have ever talked about this outside of therapy, and it's quite scary to post something like this on the internet, but I'm so desperate for help, guidance, and someone to talk to about this... I don't know where else to go.
This is my first post on Reddit, so if I don't have this formatted properly or maybe if I didn't tag it properly, then just kindly let me know, and I'll fix it. Thanks for reading if you have made it this far.
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2023.06.01 03:56 YoureAChimp Primers for cabinets. Also what paint do you use?
I'm a 2nd year apprentice. Never have painted cabinets but my bathroom cabinet needs a revamp.
It's oak finished in lacquer. I was going to prep it out. Degloss. Sand. Clean. Tack. Shooting doors. Brush and roll cabinet base. Leaving grain as is.
What products do you guys use for primer? I was researching and found BIN or Cover Stain is the best. I really don't want to clean oil out of my pump so I'd prefer to use shellac over cover stain. But whatever is better is what I'll use. Then I would use stix over the top for a bond coat and to just seal in that shellac or oil smell. What do you think?
Also interested in what materials you guys use for finish coat. I like SW but not against Benny Moore either. Fan of Emerald, Pro Classic and Scuff-X. Never shot any of them though. Also not really sure what is best paint wise for a professional painted cabinet.
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2023.06.01 03:56 Betty-Adams "Flying Sparks" A novel of a boy, a dragon, and an alien. 100K words of science fiction adventure.
| https://i.redd.it/kd8youy5cb3b1.gif Chapter 2 “Hazardous? I’ll show that manipulative, misanthropic, anti-establishment cretin just what hazardous means if he thinks I’m going to fold on this!” The sound of vigorous guitar riffs made a fitting accompaniment to the angry tirade despite originating on opposite sides of the communal area. Ama was glaring at a laptop that sat on a stained oak desk shoved against the large table near the kitchen. She tapped a fingernail on the wood as she read through the alert. “And what violation of basic human dignity has her royal prudishness’s undies in a bunch?” Em demanded with an affected sneer without looking up from his guitar scales. “Oh you’ll agree with this one tree-hugger,” Drake muttered from where he sat oiling his work boots. “Yeah,” Donny piped up, “Finney is trying to kill a perfectly healthy fir.” “What!” Em demanded, carefully placing his battered old acoustic guitar down in its case and darting over to look at the computer screen. “You mean apark tree?” Despite her simmering frustration Ama allowed a small smile to flicker across her face as she continued to type. “Get out of your pajamas and I’ll tell you,” Drake ordered pointing towards the bathroom door with a stained rag. “School starts in forty-five minutes and you still have breakfast and chores. That goes for you too Pip-squirt.” “I hope you washed your hands before you touched our food,” Em said with a frown. “Boot grease makes a great source of fatty acids.” Drake retorted. “Now go!” The two smaller boys muttered in annoyance but stumbled off to follow orders. “So what is up?” the youth asked as he bent his head back over the smooth leather of his boots. “Mrs. Finney wants that tree down that’s blocking her perfect view of Crescent Lake.” Ama replied in a dry tone. “One that’s clearly on park property?” Drake asked. “Indeedy-do.” Ama replied giving the paper in front of her a glare. “So how’s she justifying it?” Drake asked. “As a safety hazard to her house.” Ama replied. “And?” The biologist groaned and rubbed her face. “As far as I can tell the trunk is perfectly healthy. There is an old trash can lid grown into the trunk and a little discolored sap is leaking out there.” “Frass?” “Watch your language!” Donny interjected as he darted up to the table. “Frass is not a bad word,” Drake stated. “Have you let the chickens out?” “Yes, what does frass mean?” Donny asked as he started piling stir-fry onto his plate. “Look it up.” Drake ordered him. “Emerald! Breakfast ends in ten minutes! Get your tukus down here!” “It’s bad health to rush meals,” Em snapped out as he came down a narrow stairway with deliberate slowness. “It’s even worse for your health to skip meals altogether,” Drake growled threateningly. “Shut it and give me some eggs.” Em snapped back. “Emerald Waters Undersun,” Drake hissed out through gritted teeth. “You are going to get your own eggs.” The boy threw himself into a chair and glared at Drake with challenge in every line of his body. “Emerald,” Ama said in a calm tone. “I think you should apologize to your cousin now.” “Sorry I disturbed you Ama,” he offered without breaking eye contact with Drake. “Not me, him,” Ama said. “Sorry you had to hear that Donny.” Em said. Ama heaved a sigh and closed her computer. “Emerald,” Ama said. “Do you want to eat or go hungry?” Drake demanded. Ama glanced at him with a familiar uneasy look in her eyes and Drake fought down a wince. “Now, Em.” she said in a patient tone. “I’ll go hungry,” Em snapped, jumping up and stalking over to the couch. Donny kept his eyes fixed on his plate. Ama heaved a sigh before turning back to her computer. Em wriggled on the couch for several minutes before skulking back to the table. Drake moved to intercept him but Ama stopped him with a look and he let Em serve himself. Drake cast irritated glances at the wall clock as the time crept more and more into school time. Ama closed her computer and stood, then sighed, sat and opened it again. “I need to pick out their report topics,” Ama muttered. “I could do it,” Drake offered. “You do quite enough,” Ama replied briskly, as she scanned the news. “Here you go. For Donny, malfunctions at the Lewis- McChord Air Force Base air show.” A frown creased her face. “Wow, this is pretty serious. It looks like the F-16 demonstration team nearly got killed.” Drake whistled and leaned over her shoulder. “Multiple system failures,” he read out loud. “I am pretty sure that isn’t supposed to happen.” “Nope,” Ama agreed. “Here is a topic on big game management for Em.” “Reports due by next week?” Drake asked as the old printer on the desk began to squeal and grumble as it powered up. “Same as usual,” Ama confirmed. Drake put the printouts on top of the homework pile and moved to wash up the breakfast dishes. “I need to get to work early today so you two be good for Drake,” she called out placing a quick kiss on top of the smaller boys’ heads and giving Drake’s shoulder a friendly squeeze. “Good luck with Mrs. Finney, and stay safe.” Drake called out as she went into her room. The table was cleaned off and wiped down and the clink of forks gave way to the steady scratch of pencils on paper. They broke for a recess after religion and then lunch after history and math, and by the time the Grandfather clock in the corner struck two the younger boys twitching with energy. Drake made certain the internet was disconnected at the router, and chased Donny and Em out into the garden. “And don’t come in until dark,” he ordered tossing two snack bags out after them. Donny as usual snatched his food and disappeared into the small orachard. Low grumbles about troglodytes and the Amish wandered out into the high corn following Em and Drake shook his head in exasperation wondering, not for the first time how the dark haired princeling came from the same gene pool as his little brother. The kitchen being mostly ordered Drake was turning to put the last random dirty sock in the hamper when a gnarled hand clutching a cane head appeared in the corner of his eye, causing his heart to make a valiant attempt to bolt out of his throat. “Abuelita!” he gasped forcing his hands down from the guard position. “Where did you come from?” Smoldering black eyes ran searchingly over the tall youth. An impossibly long mane of streaked silver and black hair was barely contained in a thick braid. A sharply pointed nose perched over a small wrinkled mouth. A vibrant red horse-hair serape hung over her shoulders concealing everything except her brown and gnarled hands which currently clutched the old tree branch she used as a cane. Drake had been more than a little comforted by the fact that both Em and Donny had admitted to having the thought ‘witch’ every time time they saw her as well. “From the hand of God by the bodies of my sainted mother and father,” she replied after a long, uncomfortable silence. She always spoke in a low husky voice that suggested years of smoking, though Drake had never smelled even stale smoke on her. “Right,” Drake blinked and grinned at the response; the one she always gave. “So you are here for their Spanish lesson? I have their grammar books ready and-” The narrow end of the tree branch rapped against the concrete of the floor causing Drake to jump. Abuelita glared at him, locking his gaze and holding him in place with it for a moment. “I am here for their lessons,” she finally stated, “and you are there for my payment.” Drake thought longingly of the repair and maintenance manuals in the cab of the truck and the new tool he was itching to try, but he forced a grin on his face. “Yes ma’am,” he said. “What can I get you today?” Abuelita pulled out a bag of woven grass from under her serape causing the indistinct patterns on the cloth to shift and change. “Take this,” she ordered him, “and collect me the cobalt blue berries that grow on a single stalk close to the ground. They must come from the mountain to the south east of here by the crystal brook.” Drake nodded, and took the little bag, he didn’t quite manage to infused his gestures with enthusiasm he supposed. The old woman, probably wouldn’t have noted it anyway. She turned and moved towards the garden door without waiting for any other reply. However she called out over her shoulder as he turned to find his own way out of the rambling structure. “Don’t dawdle little one. A storm brews in the distance.” He tried not to roll his eyes at that, the weather forecast was clear and eighties for the next week according to the morning fire report Ama had printed. The youth only nodded and slipped around the corner. He circled the barn and pulled a set of loose tan pants and tunic out of the cubby. The soft worn leather almost perfectly matched the forest floor for color as did the moccasins he pulled on after them. His morning running clothes were modern stuff that wicked the sweat away from him and let him speed through the forest. These were his free day clothes. The ones that let him disappear into the forest and wander. Abuelita, for all of her demands, would tend Em and Donny until he returned no matter how late that was, and with the Park’s yearly budget talks still under way it was highly unlikely Ama would be home until long after the sun had set. Despite still hearing the call of the half restored truck he felt something lossening in him already. The soft cotton and smooth leather rested easily against his skin and Drake slipped into the forest. Freedom; for the moment at least, blissful freedom. Pushing aside the guilt that accompanied the thought as well as any lingering worries about his charges the youth let his legs carry him through the trees. He shunned the man made paths, following the faint animal trails. This close to the barn they were as clear to him as if they were named city streets. Being animal trails, they invariably led him to water. Today he stopped at a trickling stream, took off his moccasins, and rolled up his pants legs. The youth turned and followed the thin flow of icy water upstream, letting it steal the heat from his body through his feet. Some distance upstream, the stream widened and pooled under a boulder. There Drake paused and pulled an old black compass out of his pocket. Behind him he knew every trail and tree. Ahead was a broad swath of National Wilderness he would have to cross, or possibly Bureau of Land Management or even state managed forests where he more rarely wandered. It was hard to tell where the boundaries were from the ground. The clearing he wanted for the berries was solidly in BLM land and he still had quite a ways to go to get there. The stand of timber that stood between him and his goal was dense with young tree and branches that frequently formed impenetrable hedges he had to track around and he checked his compass regularly as he climbed in elevation. Even so the youth found he had wandered too far off his route and had to correct when he spotted the boundary fence. However he was in no hurry and he reached the clearing long before the sun told him it was time to turn around. Sometime in the past some unknown force had carved a shallow trench across the side of one of the small mountains that that dotted the wilderness. It had puzzled Drake at first. The scour was at the wrong angle to be an old rock slide, and terminated in a near perfectly circular clearing at the lower end. Centuries old Douglas Firs abruptly gave way to a second ring only a few decades old. Those were in turn beginning to produce cones and a smattering of knee high saplings. The rest of the space was completely given over to wildflowers. No matter what season Drake visited it he found a riot of life. There had been an early spring and many herbs that normally would have waited a month or more were already in full bloom in the mountain meadow. A white wave of foamflower washed in from the deep forest surrounding the clearing, sending up knee high stalks covered in the delicate white blooms. Late trillium hid close to the roots of the great firs, many having shed their white corollas and begun to put forth their bulbous seed heads. Fuzzy white baneberry blossoms nodded gently in the breeze. A riot of yellow and purple spread across the ground as vetch and buttercups and a host of clovers competed for space in the open sun. Great stalks of lupine as high as his head thrust up their purple and blue proudly from thick clusters of palm shaped leaves. Pink shooting stars and violet harebells crouched under the protection of the larger plants. Indian paintbrush lit the scene with flames of red and orange. Where a spring seeped into the meadow elephant’s head flared neon pink and corydalis bushes put forth blushing blooms. Pale green wild orchids stood along the wet spot and the swarms of bees danced from them to the glacier lilies. Sometimes, as he bent over a tiny blossom and traced the intricate network of veins in the petals, drank in the scent, and felt the smooth surface of the leaves an otherworldly feeling would come over him. It was as if there was another world just out of range of his senses. If he could only really look, the thin illusion that was blocking him would slip away and reveal the real world underneath it. “ Look Awiegwa,” his father would whisper, pointing at a deer mouse perched on a fallen log. “What does it see?” Awiegwa would screw up his face and squint. Trying to find the answer to the question. Awiegwa had often wondered how so many flowers had come to be in the relatively small area. He had identified dozens of species and there were more he had yet to determine. The clearing was always the first place to bloom and the last to go dormant. Many of the flowers seemed to utterly defy their usual blooming patterns. However, as time passed he had simply come to accept it. It was one of the small good things that brought back the memories of his father. If it didn’t quite follow the rules Ama had taught him, well an impossible clearing in the mountains wasn’t a place for rules. The particular bloom that Abuelita had requested had taken full advantage of the early sun and had already put forth a few cobalt blue berries; easily spotted at the edge of the clearing in the delicate sea of white flowers. However before he left the shade of the forest for the meadow the youth paused and closed his eyes. Bole wasn’t always here, but he was often enough that Awiegwa always checked for him. Carefully he reconstructed the clearing in his mind; marking every tree and boulder on the edge. Three years he had been coming here and each time it was easier to recreate the clearing. Breathing evenly he opened his eyes, letting the mental image merge with the actual. There was a brief moment of confusion as details like the play of light through branches and the trembling of small clusters of flowers fixed themselves but there was only one truly jarring note. Awiegwa didn’t let his eyes focus on the disparity; he never did anymore, but a warm smile spread across his features as he slipped silently into the meadow. He was here. As the youth moved in a low crouch, gathering the first fruits of the Queen’s Cup, he let his peripheral vision linger on a particular snag. There was nothing obviously interesting about it, other than the fact that it had not been there the last time Awiegwa was here. He had named the wanderer Bole, because it most often appeared as a thick tree trunk; sometimes living, sometimes dead. Occasionally it would be a boulder or simply a mound in the dirt. Often it wasn’t in the clearing at all. If the youth moved forward and tried to closely examine it he could never find anything to suggest it was something other than a tree or rock. He had thought about taking a sample occasionally, had taken his knife out to do just that more than once, but something always held him back. Bole was a part of this place. Dissecting him would be too much like attempting to dissect his sense of his father’s presence here. The youth had never told anyone about this place, not even Ama with who could get most things out of him easily enough. Down at the house, in town, when he was Drake; solid, reliable, first up in the morning, two grades ahead in school with a penchant for science Drake, a productive member of modern society with a promising future and his mother smiling at him. Here he could be Awiegwa. Here he could believe in the ancient medicines his father had dug out of dusty old tomes and brought to life from the forest litter. Every time Awiegwa left the clearing and headed back towards home reality would reassert itself. Bole would resolve back into a figment of his imagination, created from pride in a somewhat better than average memory and what the social workers had called an “intriguing imagination”. When he reached the house and become solidly Drake again flickers of embarrassment would begin eating at him for letting his senses trick him like that, but as long as the blooms nodded around him in this garden Bole could exist even on a Thursday. The little woven grass bag filled up with the berries fairly quickly and Awiegwa soon stretched out of his crouch and let his gaze wander contentedly over the clearing. As it always did, the warm space was working its special magic. Worries about Em getting out of his schoolwork, of not paying enough attention to the quiet Donny, of letting Ama see his petty resentments: it had all melted away from his muscles, thoughts of college costs and abandoning his duties dissolved into an acute sense of the now. The leaves rustled softly in a barely-there breeze, the heavy scent of some unidentified blossom filled his lungs, a dozen shades of green framed the rainbow of flowers, and over and above it all the creaking of the firs as the wind played over them. It was at times like these that he felth he could almost see into heaven; that something wonderful that existed just beyond his senses, and all he had to do was reach out and claim it. The youth took a deep breath and let himself fall backwards onto a handy rise in the forest floor. His path had taken him to the foot of the snag and he shifted slightly to align himself with the gnarled roots. One hand gripped a time smoothed root. “Ama trusted me enough to go out of state,” he murmured. “That’s the first time she’s done that. Usually she has Abulita stay with us to fend off the Harsh, but she said it’s long past legal now.” It was his imagination of course that made him think the root vibrated in his hand in response. Many a long hour he had spent in this clearing with the wanderer. He had poured out his frustrations and anguishes over life’s injustices, had shared his secrets as he grew, and had shouted his triumphs. Sometimes he felt closer to Bole than to any of his human friends. However, something that sounded like his mother’s voice warned him that there was something odd about this and that awareness was the main reason he had kept this place secret from Ama. Their mother hadn’t exactly liked stuff like that. She had never objected to his father’s digging up the old stories of her people. Making cross generational connections between elders, who more often than not lived isolated lives, and the next generation, was an admirable goal in of itself in her eyes; objectively a social good. Storytelling was only the natural course for these relationships to take, but subtle looks had warned even a very young Drake that it was best to cautious what he shared with his mother. At least of those things that couldn’t be placed on a microscope slide. So this was Awigewa’s place, and while his father’s spirit wanders the flowers with he had never felt his mother here. He let his focus drift up, and up. Dark blue Lupine nodded over his head framing the faint crisscross of jet contrails that threw a light haze over an otherwise cloudless sky. His clothed grew deliciously hot from the spring sun. The ground too had eagerly accepted the energy and now it conducted the heat into the muscles of his back. Bole’s wood beneath him was warmer even than the surrounding ground and an idle thought traced across Awiegwa’s awareness; something about it being odd for the light colored wood and relatively dry wood to retain more heat than the darker soil surrounding it. His mind was filled with the impression of a goal. He had been meaning to do, something. Something fun, yes, exploring, he’d meant to see if whatever had dug that den by the second boulder was cubing this year. He would just get up and do that in a minute. His back was so warm and comfortable. https://i.redd.it/o9pile07cb3b1.gif “Flying Sparks” Another foray into the lives of Drake McCarty, Ama Love, and the rest of their siblings as they discover that something alien is out in the forest around their home. https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/flying-sparks-a-novel-of-dragon-bear-and-boy/coming_soon #FlyingSparks #ScienceFiction #Scifi #Story #novel #book #DrakeMcCarty #AmaLove #Donny #Em #Bard #Bole #Aliens #Spaceships #Crystals #fireflies #NPS #NationalPark #Doctor #Sever #family #storm #writing #reading #drama #literature #author #BettyAdams #DyingEmbers #Dragons #ThingsThatGoBoomp #Indiegogo #CrowdFunding submitted by Betty-Adams to Crowdfunding [link] [comments] |
2023.06.01 03:56 willerobjectxm Should I become a man whore?
Context: (19M) Now, I know this title is a little off putting. But when I say “Should I become a man whore” I do not mean giving my body out for money. Not that that would be off the table. I think about sex constantly, and have trouble paying attention to almost anything else when it comes to hanging around women or even thinking about them. I’m always h*rny and it’s getting a little too much I’m seeing. Sometimes I try to stop myself masturbating and can’t seem to fall asleep because of it even after downing melatonin. It literally brings me pain to try and stop myself. This can get in the way of me and becoming close with women as I almost always lust over every aspect of their bodies. From head to toe, I can’t help it. It doesn’t matter if they are married or not. Doesn’t matter if they have children, don’t care. Doesn’t matter if they are much older than me, that actually turns me on more. Their experience is sexy. I’m going off to college soon and I can already see myself becoming one of THOSE GUYS. You know? The guys who get blasted every night before banging any chick he can get his hands on for the night. I might have a problem, scratch that, it is definitely a problem. But it’s a problem that I really like. I have already began to see fetishes appear in me and more just keep coming. I wanted to become a porn star at one point, so a man whore to me sounds like a blast. I just want to know how it sounds to everybody else. Am I wrong for having this insatiable lust? Or am I just human? Help me!!
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2023.06.01 03:56 nerdmost Story Time: WCW Thunder Dec 1999
So reading some posts here made me think you guys might enjoy this. (TLDR: I snuck backstage at WCW Thunder in college)
I was in college in 1999 and a huge fan of WCW. The other guys were cool but I was a WCW guy. So Thunder was scheduled in Memphis at the Mid-South Coliseum and me and a couple friends are gonna go.
Well in the week leading up to the show I decide I’m going to meet some of the guys. Not sure how but I’m doing it.
I wore a blue Oxford shirt with a tie and had a pen and a tire gauge in my shirt pocket. Sounds dumb but it makes you look like you are working.
I made up some business cards from the college radio station and a newspaper that my friends and I wrote. Created a fake “tour” itinerary and had some bullshit papers on a clipboard. This I learned from the movie The Paper: “A clipboard and a confident wave will get you into any building in the world!” This is very very true.
I had my friend circle the building and drop me off around back. We were pretty early. There were two huge 18-wheelers backed up to the loading area and I walked between them.
When I came out, nobody was really watching and I just walked steady like I was headed somewhere and tried my best to be chill.
I walked by the dressing room and there was a huge dry erase board with all the matches for the show listed. Each match also had a time beside it so the guys knew how long they had and they would each check the board as they came out.
I knew that was where I wanted to be but there was a security guy in a folding chair right by the dressing room. So I kept walking and a couple hundred feet later I found a room with a bunch of phones and fax machines. This was when cell phones weren’t super common so I guess they needed a lot of landlines.
So at that point I walked to the security guy I had seen and in a very annoyed tone say to him:
“Where the hell are the fax machines?! I swear to God every time we come to this place they put them somewhere new!!”
“Um, sir, I’m not sure but maybe-“
I just held up my hand. “Nevermind, I will find them. I always do. But this is ridiculous” and I storm off back the way I came.
Went back to the fax room and cooled my heels for a minute. Tried to call a friend on the phones but I guess you needed a code for it to work.
But now that the security guy knew I was legit I could hang by the board, right?
I walk back down the hall and I spy Norman Smiley who was low key one of my favorite guys at that point. But I just made eye contact and nodded and he did the same. “Just act like you belong” I kept telling myself.
Then I see a guy in a headset…with a bunch of lanyards making a beeline right for me. Busted! It was fun while it lasted. He steps right up to me and says:
“Jimmy Hart left his phone in some lady’s car so it’s waiting for him at will-call, but I gotta go. Will you find him and tell him?”
“Absolutely! I will take care of it.” …and now I had a mission!
So I start wandering around asking after Jimmy Hart. Got to talk to DDP (really tall) and Chris Jericho. Billy Kidman and Rey Mysterio (without his mask which was crazy to me at the time) were very cool. I asked my fav security guard and he told me to check in the dressing room. I strolled in and asked if they had seen Jimmy Hart and nobody had. But one of the guys told me to knock on “The War Room”.
At the front of the dressing room was a closed door with a sign on it that had “War Room” written in sharpie. I knocked on the door and a voice said “Yeah?”
I open the door and there are four guys in there. Some guy I didn’t recognize, Kevin Nash, Scott Hall and ARN ANDERSON! I swear to you my knees got weak when I saw the Enforcer!
Somehow I spit out my bit about Jimmy Hart and a phone and they said no and I shut the door. I went back to the board and just chilled. I had to catch my breath. I started scribbling the names of all the wrestlers I saw and just laughed along as they all hung out by the board and shot the shit.
Eventually though I hear someone say “Hey, have you got a pass?” I look over and who do I see? Jimmy Hart!! I gave him a weak line about not being given one and he says “Nah, come on buddy.”
So he walks me over to Dillenger (head of security) but was super friendly and nice. I ask him if he got his phone, he did. I gave him one of my cards and then they escort me out. And I went to the gate with my ticket and then met up with my friends and enjoyed a great show!
They actually taped two episodes of Thunder that night, so I still got to watch a ton of wrestling and it was an awesome night that I will never forget!!
Jimmy Hart was cool as hell even when he kicked me out. And he was wearing a cool musical themed jacket and tie. Perfectly on point.
This could never happen now with all the security now but every bit of this is true! WCW always be my favorite.
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2023.06.01 03:55 TLo_dee My primary doesn’t get it! Doesn’t want me on Wegovy.
My primary doctor just doesn’t get it. When I first went to see if I could get approved for Wegovy, he was like no… it’s not for weight loss. It’s for diabetics, and it’s not going to do what you think it’ll do. He told me the medication isn’t really going to help me even lose weight. Said I might lose a few pounds but really the medication will just make me so sick to my stomach that I won’t even want to take it. I really pushed back, and he persisted. He said on top of that, since I’m not diabetic, there’s no way my issuance will approve it. He tried to be like, I’m not trying to tell you no… I’m just saying it’s really insurance that’s not going to want you taking it. At my persistence, he submitted it to insurance anyway and I was approved!
Also, side note, he grilled me about how hard I’m trying to actually lose weight the “right way”. I told him, I eat a fairly healthy diet and my weight keeps going up! I drink 100 Oz of water a day, rarely eat fast food, I don’t eat FFC’s after lunch (protein and veggies only after lunch), I try to keep the majority of my diet Whole Foods. He then told me the reason I’m not losing weight is I’m eating too much without a doubt. He asked if I track calories and I told him I focus on tracking protein and water. He told me that’s why I’m probably over eating. He said by just tracking protein, I’m probably eating too much fat and therefore over consuming. Told me I should be at 1200 cals a day. I just felt like this was so misinformed. I already eat a pretty healthy diet and it’s like he totally dismissed my struggles with losing weight for being too confused to understand how calories in and cals out works. Not to mention, over the past 3 years, my diet didn’t drastically change in a negative way but the weigh just keeps going up!!
So, cut to, I get the meds and naturally I start on the .25. He gave me 2 months of it, which I was kind of bummed about because that’s a really long time and I know the .25 is just a starting point but not really enough medication to make and impact. I had zero negative side effects. Nothing at all. I lost 4 pounds, but didn’t feel much of a difference. I had to go back to get approved to go up to the .5.
He reluctantly approved it. He said he doesn’t want to put a plan in place to ever have me go higher than the .5 because I’m not diabetic.
So, my question is, should I start going to those places that specialize in just semiglutide prescriptions, and keep him as my primary or get a new primary? I just don’t feel like he gets it. If this medication is helping me and I’m not having negative side effects, why is he so against it? I see so many women here and on TikTok where this medication is changing their lives with positive results who are not diabetic.
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2023.06.01 03:55 hahaimpermafried vent rant idk whatever it is
I just wanna stop crying I hate this I’ve been trying to give my best friend space because everything I say and do like idk she just gets mopey and really moody because of me and I’m just a drain to everyone around me I’m constantly arguing with my mom over stupid stuff and I can’t do this anymore like I wanna feel ok I don’t wanna feel mad at every stupid tiny thing and I’ve been trying to give her space and like she thinks I’m just avoiding her now and like I broke down last night and did some stupid stuff and like I messaged her after and she never said anything and then I like fell asleep and woke up and she said that I only messaged her to tell her “I don’t care” because I only messaged her to complain to her and I just don’t know what to do I feel awful I can’t like idk how to be positive all the time I can’t trying and everything just feels hopeless all I do wanna do is feel ok even getting high doesn’t make me feel better anymore and it’s the only thing that did I can’t do this anymore it’s been like this for so long and every time I think I find someone new and different I get my hopes up and I think they’re finally going to stick around I always do something to mess it up I told myself that I wasn’t gonna get my hopes up again and I did I’m such an idiot idk why I’m still alive there’s literally no point I lose everyone no matter how hard I try not to I haven’t cut in like a week and ya I think it’s time I can’t do this I thought this rant would make me feel better but it hasn’t I only feel worse I hate this
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