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2023.03.22 06:53 SomeonesSon92 JANAINDAYO - your Opinions?

JANAINDAYO - your Opinions?
So since the new Song is out, how we feeling about it? Like? Dislike?
In my opinion, the song is anime opening as fuu... which I like a lot - Perfect opportunity to use it as such(would gain them even more popularity). This is the second Song in a pretty short time they put out. I guess a new Album will be dropping soon or at least a EP.
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2023.03.22 06:53 Fease_ Antitables Lategame

I am currently at 1.17e2139 EP with Time Dilation unlocked. I looked ahead and saw all 13 rows of achievements were required for Reality, and I got a very sudden ache in my stomach. I have every achievement up until now besides "How the antitables have turned...". I know I am kind of asking for the impossible a bit, but is there a method to be able to get this achievement this late into the game? and no, I never followed any guides or anything until now, so I didn't really know my fault until it was too late. Any help or recommendations would be amazing. I would hate to have to reset because of an achievement being required.
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2023.03.22 06:52 Augustby What do I need to do to play the open beta on the 24th?

When googling this, I just get info about how to join the early-access open beta; not the 'normal' open beta.
It says that the open beta is open for everyone, but does all I need to do is download Diablo 4 from the Bnet launcher when it goes live?
Can I pre-download it in advance?
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2023.03.22 06:51 AnimatEevee Uh, hello. Possible new system here?

I am the 'head protector' of the system as I like to call myself. These last few months have been a real rollercoaster as we discovered that we are probably at least plural (definitely past childhood trauma) and then an alter outing us within the first few weeks of realization and then some shit surrounding parents and not believing us.
I have been thinking about how to say this for a while, but here I am. I don't know how to say this other than this is very confusing and we honestly don't know if we're lying to ourselves or not. When we went to see a psychiatrist with our parents about this she said it like it was something like DID without expressly pointing DID out as an option. Just that "there are fragments that need to be put back together."
Some days it feels right. Like this is us, and we are really here. Other times it genuinely feels like we're just faking it and we honestly don't know why. We've been put on anxiety medication by our parents with them hoping it would "calm the voices" despite us just knowing that each other exists and that won't do shit. (It's been 3 weeks and nothing has changed.)
Ever since we first suspected that we had this, it was like floodgates opened as we went from a system of 5 to 20 in 2 months or so. I don't even know if this tells anything about us. We've tried to go about life as if nothing had happened a couple of times but it feels impossible now that we know.
I just want to get this out there. I don't know if I'm confusing this with something else, but it feels as real as it can get. I'm just looking for general feedback and to be pointed in any direction really. Anything will be appreciated. If anyone wants elaboration or wants to know more I'll see if we feel up to making a new post or smth like that.
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2023.03.22 06:51 Sevchenko874 [Fan Work of Fan Work] Koishi Komeiji's Heart Throbbing Adventure The Interim Chapter 12

You Matter to Her in a Way No One Else Could
When you died and were reborn, you became divine. You were love, and you were violence, and you were my miracle. A God sprung forth from the decaying machinery of your broken body. Koishi, the God of Love and Hate—have mercy on us all.
Down by the shore of one of the great Lunar seas, there sat a lonely shack thatched with feathers. Inside, there was a massive wani no less than eight leagues long… and her infant son. To that crocodile who had never known true familial love, that delicate little child—who cooed and smiled at his mother’s every move—was nothing less than a miracle. Such a delicate life in her claws, who knew nothing but unconditional love for his mother—to the crocodile, it was proof there was still good in the world.
She was tired, but the crocodile forced herself to stay awake. There was something she needed to do—a memory she wanted to share with the most important person in her life.
So, with all the caution and tenderness in the world, she picked up her child with her jaws and coaxed him into her throat pouch. The newborn child, perhaps having some shared instinct with his crocodilian mother, did not cry or struggle. Instead, he let out a giggle as he poked his head out from between his mother’s jagged teeth. With a snort, the dragon climbed out of her thatch hut, and crawled along the shore, drawing a meandering trail in the sand as she went.
When she reached the point where the water came to shore in gentle waves, the crocodile set herself down in the sand, letting the waves wash in and lick at her child in gentle sprays. Her child giggled as the Lunar sea’s tickled him with its pure waters, and as he did, his mother couldn’t help but feel at peace.
Nothing. Nothing at all would be able to take this from her.
Her miracle.
Toyohime opened her eye to clear blue skies.
She flexed her fingers, and instead of feeling the cold steel of the ship she started to tear apart, she felt so many tiny pebbles, warmed by their time in the sun. Sand? She brought a fistful of the stuff into her vision, before letting it fall through her fingers and run down her face. It was too real to be a dream.
Toyohime sat up to observe her surroundings. As far as the eye could see, there were infinite stretches of sand collected into wind-swept dunes that obscured the horizon. It was hot. Unbelievably so for what was supposedly the void. She felt a gentle gust of warm wind pass by her and toss her hair. This place… this impossible place… was she dead?
She rose to her feet, fighting biting aches and pains from her battle not too long ago. No—not dead. Somehow, she had survived—there was no other explanation. And as she looked down to assess the damage she had taken, her suspicions were only confirmed. Her right arm was missing, and in its place was nothing but a healed stump. The nasty cuts and bruises she had received in the fighting had all healed over for the most part, the only evidence they happened at all being residual scars that were yet to disappear. The ground was covered in dried blood. She must’ve been laying here in this sand trap for hours.
She brought her free arm, completely healed, up to the general space where her right eye was to find an arrow still protruding from it. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, Toyohime tore it out in a fluid motion, causing the wound to reopen and drip blood onto the sands below. But, through some miraculous action, it was mere moments before the flow of blood stopped as the wound healed shut. Her right eye was still inoperable, but this healing ability was downright uncanny, even for a god.
She flexed her fingers. It felt like there was a hole in her head from which memories and feelings poured out. The mystery of how she got here, who she killed, and whether she could even trust her own senses had no answer—Toyohime knew she herself had made sure of that. She supposed there was a good reason. The less she knew, the better. That was something she could trick herself into believing.
Though no matter how much she forced herself to forget, she had the horrible feeling she had done something unforgivable—something she would kill over. In a sea of atrocities however, she could hardly even begin to suppose what that might have been. Maybe the heat was starting to fry her brain.
After spending a few minutes snapping the arrows lodged in her body by their shafts, Toyohime looked to the horizon, and then up. Ahead, there was a massive sand dune, no less than five times her height, and beyond the crest—a black pillar of smoke. Toyohime was not alone.
As she made her way up the shifting incline, Toyohime got to thinking about her next course of action. If this wasn’t a hallucination, then it most certainly had to be some extension of Koishi's will. Land in an impossible space… the creation of something impossible like that could only be a factor of a deteriorating mind, or God. And Toyohime had no time to consider the possibility of a crumbling psyche—not when she had a duty left unfulfilled.
But then… that would mean this was the paradise of Koishi’s mind. Surely, by her side is where she would find her salvation. She had already come to terms with it—that there was nothing left for her in the old world. Koishi could pervert and corrupt reality in whatever twisted ways she wanted—as long as it was the creation of her heart, it would be sufficient. Everything beyond that was not worth saving to the former princess.
… But that also meant there would be more enemies. More people she had to kill. She was ready. Ready to kill and ready to die in the name of love.
And as she planted her boot upon the peak of that sand dune, she saw the whole world become bare before her. A fair distance away was the crashed wreck of a golden ship, releasing plumes of black smoke as it burnt away. From this distance, it was difficult to make out any finer details, but she was sure the occupants had escaped. Satori was resourceful and stubborn, if nothing else. Dying in a crash was an impossibility.
She then traced a line from the ship through the shifting sands—to a city upon the horizon. Massive towers of glass and steel pushing against the sky, half buried in the sand, bending light around them as they reflected the intense heat of the sun. It gave the sight an unnatural fuzziness, as if the city was threatening to disappear at any moment.
As she traced the decaying visage of those buildings upwards, she saw a thin line reach beyond and into the sky. The line separated into two before converging back on itself. Above the city, etched upon the sky itself, was a pitch black gap in reality, opened and filled with so many eyes. And above still, the object of Toyohime’s desires and her sole driving factor—Koishi Komeiji.
Though the God’s eye was open, as well as the myriad collection of smaller eyes and drooling jaws that had lined every square inch of her squirming appendages, it was hard to tell if she was awake or conscious. Toyohime knew Koishi best, and if she had any guess as to what Koishi had been doing in the time they spent apart, it was receding back into the numbing comfort of her own mind. Even now, Toyohime figured she was still dreaming, avoiding the cruel weight of her responsibility. What manifested outside of her mind must’ve been some sort of twisted runoff.
Down there, hidden in the dunes, Toyohime knew there were those who would take this dream from Koishi. Those who would hurt Koishi. Those people would’ve done just as well to dig their own graves and build their own coffins. Because so long as Toyohime drew breath, she would protect Koishi with everything she could muster—that was her promise and the nature of her impossible, unconditional love.
Koishi was Toyohime’s second chance.
This time, one way or another, there would be no opportunity for a third.
Mima, on the other hand, had woken up quite a bit earlier than Toyohime had.
She had not suffered any fatal wounds or debilitating strikes leading up to the point where the reality around her started to crumble and distort—but she had briefly lost consciousness regardless. She figured that might’ve been a good thing; an action so absurd and so against everything she knew, perpetrated by an impossibly powerful being… even if a mere glimpse didn’t physically tear her mind to ribbons, she had no interest in trying to understand such a nonsensical event.
Mima awoke not in a desert, but in a grand sprawling city of seemingly human construction. Though the sun still hung overhead, the impossible hills and mountains of sand that caged the city in, always seemed to shift and move in the most calculated way… such that the sun was always put out. Caught in the shade, the city looked like it was in a perpetual night, in spite of the blinding yellow of the endless desert just beyond its limits.
Though that was the case, the city was far from dark. Street lamps, blinding neon signs, blinking traffic lights, apartments and houses with windows illuminated by the fluorescent lights within… It gave the impression the city was alive. It seemed exactly as a real bustling city at night, with its breathing and blinking—but there were no people. No matter how far Mima walked, no matter how many buildings she popped in, she would encounter no souls. She would find, in those buildings, immaculate setpieces filled with lived-in charm, hints and implications of life—but not people. Not even Yukari, who she wandered the streets in search of.
She recognized this place. This city—Tokyo. It couldn’t have possibly been, but it was the same Tokyo she grew up in, back before the Moonlight Descent and before the Kaiju. Before her chance meeting with the youkai who used to be her friend. This city, trapped in the middle of the desert, caught in an artificial night that obscured the flow of time—somehow it managed to be the perfect recreation of a long lost city, as if someone had taken a scalpel to the part of Mima’s brain that held onto the precious memories of her past life. It was comforting, being back in familiar territory, but it also carried along a pervasive uneasiness. The nostalgia said it was real, but the rational mind knew better than to buy into an impossible mirage—made all the more uneasy by the deathly silence of its streets.
After wandering around for a dozen minutes or more, Mima eventually came to find Yukari in a 24-hour fast food joint. She was sitting, out of her suit and miraculously healed, on a stool that faced the street outside, with her head down and a small pool of drool collecting at the point where the corner of her mouth met the countertop. Renko always said Maribel could fall asleep anywhere.
Mima floated back and forth around the gently snoring form of Yukari for a bit, considering her options. She changed back into her Renko form for a second, and after adjusting her hat a little, she reached over to tap Yukari on the shoulder… but then shied away. Glancing at Yukari, then back to her bag, she rummaged through its bottomless contents and pulled out a whole host of items: hand mirrors, makeup kits, two liter bottles of listerine, mints and peppermint breath spray and assorted beauty products.
She stole a quick glance back at Yukari to make sure she was asleep before going at it—in one go, she dumped every minty product she could into her mouth before swishing the unholy mixture in her mouth. It was not a moment later that she coughed out all of that liquid ice with a retch and a gag. Sheepishly, she turned her head to see if Yukari had woken up in all the commotion. Luckily, she was still knocked out something fierce. Mima might’ve guessed she was dead, if it weren’t for the occasional snore.
Undeterred, she opened a hand mirror and began to apply her makeup. Carefully. There was a subtle art to it—she only needed enough to hide any unsightly blemishes she might’ve gotten from her rather shut-in lifestyle as a ghost. Anything more, and Maribel was bound to notice Mima was purposefully fixing her appearance around her. None of that. Mima was trying for a more subliminal approach… It’s what worked in the past, after all.
Well, upon further thought, Mima figured “worked” was too strong a word. She did die before she saw any results, after all. But enough of that, Mima thought—now that she regained her memories, she’s finally gotten another shot. This being the apocalypse and all, she figured she should probably make it count.
She clicked close her portable hand mirror and, along with the rest of her stuff, threw it back into her field bag. She stole one last glance at Yukari, who was still sleeping soundly, before straightening her hat and clearing her throat.
“Maribel…” she said in a quiet, sing-song voice. She placed a hand on Yukari’s shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. “Maribel, wake up.”
No response. Mima pouted as she shook her around again. “Merry? It’s so scary around here—I need someone super strong and amazing by my side. Maybe we could hold hands?”
Nothing but more snoring. Mima’s expression fell. “... Okay, seriously. Wake up.”
“Don’t make me break out the big guns, Merry,” Mima said, digging through her bag and pulling out an airhorn. “I’ll do it. You think I’m bluffing?”
A tense beat passes. Mima stows away the airhorn. “... Ah, I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t do something like that to you. You’re too cute, hehe.”
“I’m not above this, though.” She reaches back into her bag and pulls out a spray bottle filled with water… before giving Yukari’s face a couple of quick spritzes.
That quiet, tranquil expression to Mima seemed almost a timeless representation of the relationship she shared with Maribel quickly contorted into one of disgust. After a moment of being pelted with spray after spray of water droplets, Yukari finally was roused from her sleep, a squinty, grouchy mess.
“Who..? Urgh…” She mumbled with a groan. When Yukari saw Renko, immaculately constructed before her with enough accuracy to convince her she came straight from her memories, she froze. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “... Renko?”
“Hehe… Yep, it’s me! Your best friend. Best girl-friend, even. That is, a girl who is also a friend. Not a girlfriend, you know? Aha… Unless? Kidding, kidding.” Mima flashed an easy smile. “Glad you’re awake. Hey, before you say anything else—how do I look? I look cute, right? I know we’re in the middle of saving the world and everything, but I’ve actually been spending a lot of time taking care of my appearance.”
As Mima continued to ramble on and Yukari continued to wake up, her expression made a slow and gradual pivot. Where at first Yukari couldn’t hide her bemusement from her face—as well as that strange pained expression someone would have, seeing a loved one they have long since finished mourning appear upon their doorstep—she eventually came to settle on an empty stare and a neutral, apathetic expression. It hurt Mima a little, seeing such a radical turn in her demeanor.
“Oh,” Yukari muttered. “It’s just you.”
Mima didn’t think she intended it, but there was a layer of latent annoyance in her words. Or maybe it was disappointment? A thousand years or more apart did a lot to shift their relationship. That much was clear—and it hurt.
Yukari took a moment to look Mima up and down. With a scoff and a roll of her eyes, she delivered an unceremonious answer. “You look fine.”
Mima sighed in response. “Hey, I’ll take it.”
“More importantly…” As Yukari continued, she craned her neck around to absorb every detail of her surroundings: everything from the light fixtures above to the tables that were so meticulously set and prepared. “... Where are we?”
Her eyes naturally gravitated toward the front counter and the kitchen section that was just behind—meticulously wrapped burgers and fresh fries, set underneath heat lamps… it was as if they were all made recently. But that wasn’t even the strangest detail Yukari’s eyes were able to pick out. Upon one of the tables was a tray, filled with half eaten food—as if the patrons ceased to exist in the middle of their meal. This was beyond a mere liminal space, where it gave the impression of once being a place where people gathered—it was closer in relation to the scene of an ongoing disaster, where people had left in a hurry.
In that way, it didn’t carry much of the surreal quality of a place no longer meant for humans—it more so felt like a place with a cursed history, its sinister and mysterious narrative etched into its skin and flesh through the vestiges of human presence. Mima could tell, being a ghost herself, there was more to this place than the physical construction. As to what ‘more’ was, she could not place.
She could tell Yukari was thinking something similar by the way she walked around and took in the feeling of the place. Her posture was rigid and cautious, but not necessarily ready and waiting for danger. There was a quiet dread to the things that weren’t, but should’ve been.
“I’m trying to figure that out myself,” Mima replied, following Yukari around with her arms folded behind her back. “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but… I think we’re back in Tokyo.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy.” Yukari replied. She walked over to the table with the food and traced a finger across its top. No dust clung to the surface of her finger, as if the tabletop had recently been cleaned. She brought the back of her palm close to the food. It was still radiating just a little bit of heat, as if it had been freshly served. “That’s the part that scares me.”
“... Assuming this is all very much real, this must be Koishi’s doing,” Yukari declared, taking a moment to look down at herself. As she flexed her fingers, her eyes narrowed. Mima figured she might’ve just realized she had been healed and mysteriously back to her usual outfit. She still looked younger and weaker than she once was, but there was an undeniable, albeit subtle increase in the vitality she seemed to convey. As Yukari’s eyes wandered to the empty city street outside, Mima couldn’t help but notice that expression—that idle, faraway gaze that looked like Yukari had trapped herself in a vivid daydream. She couldn’t help but realize how much Maribel had changed—and yet stayed the same.
“Whatcha thinking, Merry?” Mima tried, shuffling up to Yukari’s side.
“Oh. Right. Ha, that’s my bad. My bad…”
“I’m thinking: why Tokyo specifically?” With a wave of her hand, Yukari opened a gap next to her. Through that little tear in reality was a bird’s eye view of the whole city, as well as the infinite desert that surrounded it. “... There must be some significance to this location, but I couldn’t possibly imagine what it could be. Not right now, knowing what we know.”
“Hey, I grew up in Tokyo, you know? Maybe it has something to do with that? And… y’know, we were teaching in Tokyo before…” Mima gestured vaguely around herself. “... Everything, I guess. Maybe Koishi’s reacting to our memories.”
“Could be. Could just as easily be something related to Koishi. Could be nothing at all.” The view through the gap eventually fizzled out, leaving nothing but the inky blackness of the pocket dimension Yukari held dominion over. She let out a sigh before stitching the gap closed with a wave of her hand. “I’d suggest we keep on moving. Collect as much information as we can about this place. But only what we need—the plan is still largely the same. There’s no telling when she will appear again. Best be as quick about it as we can.”
“Oh. Uh… Alright. That’s cool.”
“... What?”
“What’s wrong? You disagree?”
“Oh no, ah…” A sheepish grin crawled across Mima’s face. “I was just thinking about how much you’ve changed, is all. It’s just… you know, a huge city missing all of its people is pretty mysterious, huh? Don’t you want to do more exploring? Poke around a bit and take in the sights? Like we used to—just one last time?”
There was an unsettling period of silence where Yukari stared straight through Mima with that flat look. She averted her eyes for a passing moment. When Yukari returned her gaze to Mima, it was steely and cold. “No. Neither of us are kids anymore. We have duties and responsibilities that we can not abandon. Not for anything.”
Yukari brushed past Mima. The gesture wasn’t very rough at all, but Mima felt it come at her hard. As Yukari opened the door, she looked back at Mima and gestured to her to follow.
“Let’s go.”
Orin did not want much from life.
There was Satori, her master, who she cared about deeply. There was Okuu, her best friend, who she loved. There was Koishi, the younger sister of her master, who she felt obligated to take care of. And of course, there was her job of transporting corpses, which she could do endlessly and without tiring. Those things more or less encompassed everything she cared about—Orin was a simple person.
So as she crawled out the emergency hatch located at the top of the ship her master had so recklessly buried into a sand dune, she couldn’t help but feel so hopelessly out of her depth. With a groan, she hoisted herself over the lip of the hatch before losing her balance and tumbling over.
As she tumbled downward, bumping her head against every little edge the ship had on her way down, the visor to her suit cracked and then shattered. But as she flopped down into the warm sand, her arms and legs spread in a state of absolute fatigue, she couldn’t really bring herself to care about the warning tones in her helmet—or the fact she was able to breathe the air here, in what used to be the void. Frankly, all she could think about was how much she wanted to go home.
“Orin! Are you okay?” A familiar voice called from somewhere outside her field of vision. It was followed by the hasty clattering of boots on metal as they no doubt clambered down the ship in a hurry.
All Orin could offer in response was a weak grunt and the extension of a thumbs up.
“Are… are you insane?” Another voice called soon after, all breathless and hoarse. It cracked with exertion, as if it had already been worn out by so much screaming. “Satori, what form of devil possessed you to do that? We could’ve all died!”
Satori, of course, didn’t respond. Not before she entered Orin’s field of view, her own helmet long since thrown away. Her face was etched with a rare look of concern, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief when she saw Orin manage a weak smile. Wordlessly, Satori jostled off the smashed helmet from Orin’s suit and brushed away any remaining debris… before pulling her into a tight embrace.
Orin, dazed and shocked from the crash, could manage little else than to rest her head upon her master’s shoulders as she was pulled in. But through whatever stores of energy she had left, she managed to raise her arms and wrap them around in loose reciprocation.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “I’m okay.”
Satori pulled back from the hug, but stayed kneeling by Orin’s side. Cautiously, she looked to the horizon, as if she had caught a vanishing glimpse of something stalking them from behind the shifting sands. She extended an elbow for Orin to grab on to. “Let’s go. Can you stand?”
“I… I think so,” Orin mumbled, hooking one of her arms around Satori’s elbow and placing a hand on her shoulder for support. Her master lifted, and in response Orin tried her best to stumble onto her feet, with mixed results. As she straightened herself out with the help of Satori, she heard her bones shift and crackle in strange ways—followed by an absolute lightning strike of localized pain in the leg and the fuzzy static that came to replace it.
After a sharp intake of breath and a pained wince, Orin settled into a decidedly unconvincing posture—she plastered a smile on her face and shifted all of her weight onto the other leg in a poor imitation of nonchalance, but Satori’s face only got graver. It broke Orin’s heart. For a moment, Orin tried to separate herself from her master so she could stand on her own—but Satori only squeezed her in closer, as if she would’ve lost Orin the second she let go.
That didn’t surprise Orin much. She knew better than anyone that the events one year ago were still fresh in her master’s mind. Even now, it haunted her every action, and now the consequences were starting to catch up with everyone involved. But to Orin, that didn’t matter. It never did—not so long as Satori was her master, and Orin was her pet. Satori could march to the deepest pit of Hell, pick a fight with a God, oppose reality itself… and Orin would march along right beside her, no matter what.
Patchouli, on the other hand, did not share the same sentiment. She marched up to the two, at least temporarily uncaring of the fantastical environment they found themselves in, and went straight to airing out her grievances.
“Recklessly engaging with Toyohime like that, against all better logic… one day, and this day might very well come sooner than you think, your obsession with that cursed woman will hurt someone you care about,” Patchouli snapped. As she looked to Orin, whose body was riddled with evidence of blunt trauma, her expression softened. “... It already has.”
“As if we had any other choice. It was our best shot to kill her, once and for all,” Satori replied, stone-faced and cold. “... Besides, let Orin speak for herself. As if you know what she does and doesn’t wish for.”
“... Orin wasn’t the only person who got hurt. Or killed.”
“It just so happens that Eirin conveniently falls outside my definition of ‘people I care about.’ I fail to see the issue.” Satori snorted with disgust, as if offended by the mere implication. Orin wanted to speak up and cut between the fighting, but couldn’t find the strength to oppose her own master. “That aside, who says I was the one who got her killed? She got herself killed, following her own incomprehensible mess of half-baked ideas and strategies. What are you coming at me for?”
“How could you be so cold toward someone like her? Especially since we were all fighting out there together, as comrades? Have you no shame?”
“I’ve no love for her. Not after what she did to my sister.” Satori stared straight into Patchouli’s eyes. Sometimes her master was like this—staring straight ahead through a person, as if judging the content of their soul itself. Sometimes, this was literally the case, given that she made liberal use of her opened third eye. “We might be fighting beside each other, but we’re fighting for completely different things. Yukari, Eirin, Kaguya, even you and I—we’re all fighting for something different. Those are just the facts. Just as it was a fact that Koakuma had darkness in her heart. It’s that kind of fact.”
“How cynical. Aren’t we friends?”
Satori fixed Patchouli with a steady glare as she thought through her answer. Even with an open eye, Orin found her master’s thought process difficult to parse.
“... No. We aren’t,” Satori settled. “It’s not a secret—I’m fighting to get my sister back. I’m fighting to kill the person who turned her into a monster. I’m fighting to protect my family. You are doing none of those things—you’re fighting for a more abstract reason: protecting the world, or preventing human suffering, or whatever other justification you assign to your actions. It’s admirable, but recognize that It’s only by convenience that we’re here, helping each other out.”
“... Is that right?” Patchouli muttered under her breath. “Then if it came between Yukari, or Eirin, or me, or anyone else… and your family. Who would you choose?”
“It’s best to be honest with ourselves. It saves us the heartache.”
“I see.”
In the silence that came after, the atmosphere seemed to become heavier. Orin spent each passing beat being suffocated by the pressure. Her eyes darted from Patchouli to her master, and then back again.
“Er…” Orin started. “Let’s ah… could we just figure out what we’re going to do next, maybe? Without fighting—that would be nice.”
“Good plan, Orin,” Satori said. Though strangely enough, she wouldn’t take her eyes off of Patchouli. “I’m not quite sure what we would do without you.”
Patchouli looked away. Orin couldn’t help but feel vaguely responsible—though the second the thought even popped into mind, Satori squeezed a little tighter, as if in reassurance.
“... There’s no use in arguing,” Patchouli said with a heavy sigh. “Or rather, it’s a subject for later, when we aren’t all in danger. For now, I agree—we should figure out our next steps.”
The guns had long since run quiet.
Those satellites—their powerful bodies forged by the greatest minds, cast in the strongest metals, and mounted with the fiercest weapons humanity could muster—how could they have possibly matched the horror of God’s wrath? They could never, and for their hubris, their bodies and their souls were scattered and broken as a million glittering lights upon the ocean.
Those were the kinds of things Kaguya Houraisan thought about as she sat beside a flickering fire, her only source of light deep in the darkness of a desert night, not a few meters from the turned and battered wreckage of the CNS Beyond the Sun. In the void, It was battered by unseen force, turned three times—and upon the fourth, struck down and consumed by the void, as was the divine will of God. To its crew, it might have seemed like nothing less than a castigation of divine nature—but Kaguya knew it was nothing more than the temper tantrum of a child. As infant children must necessarily cry, Koishi must necessarily kill—it was her unconscious will.
Woe upon humanity, as its greatest accomplishment was brought low and made worthless before a child. Her own child. What a dubious honor it was—being the mother of such a terrifying, omnipresent killer.
Kaguya was on the ship when it was attacked by Toyohime. She was there to see Eirin march on to meet her. And she was there to see her die. It didn’t bother Kaguya too much—after all, she had watched Eirin die countless times. She will likely watch her die countless more, before all is said and done. But it was there, seized by the temporary shock, that Kaguya lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was deep within the fresh wreckage of humanity’s greatest weapon—alone. On what happened to her crew, and why Kaguya was spared, she could only make guesses.
With no direction and no plan, Kaguya spent what felt like hours wandering the claustrophobic halls of that great metal cage of a ship. But she was alone. Alone in such a way that not even the impression of humanity remained. Even the spot where she saw three men become atomized by Toyohime’s attack, which had burnt dark impressions of their silhouettes into the steel, was mysteriously void of any sign they were killed at all. The damage remained, but the people were gone—erased from existence in a way only God could manage.
When she eventually emerged from the dark recesses of the ship into a darker night, with nothing but the stars above and the inexplicable ground below, she could do nothing but start a simple fire. The night was cold, and she had a feeling it would be long. Warmth would be needed.
This, alone and huddled by a dying fire, must have been the end. Kaguya shifted closer to the flame, and held her knees closer to her chest. She didn’t know what to do. When her own daughter had sought her out, she didn’t know what to say. All she could do was recognize—that in pursuit of an easy life, she had made things so much worse. She wondered if it was too late to make things right between herself and Koishi. If Kaguya had looked up to her daughter now, and said sorry, would she hear? Would she care?
She wasn’t sure. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to find out.
As she stared at the stars above, Kaguya heard the shuffling of boots displacing the sand. The sounds came in an irregular, halting motion. When it came to a stop, Kaguya lowered her gaze to the figure who stood at the edge of her fire’s light.
A moon rabbit in a pilot suit, all ripped up, tattered, and blackened by combat. In the gaps of her suit, her skin had melted away from severe burns—and froze in place, creating large patches of gangrenous tissue that covered her body. As Kaguya’s eyes drifted downward, she noticed a patch of body that had a view to the other side. Somehow, by some miracle of medicine, the wound remained stable and closed.
Her face was concealed by her helmet, tinted and patterned by a spider web of cracks, but by the way she stood, so still and lopsided, Kaguya had the impression of an empty gaze just behind the facade.
The moon rabbit carried in her left hand a revolver, its chambers empty and on display as the mechanism that connected the grip to the top half of the hung loose. In her other hand, was an ax, splintered in half at the handle from excessive use and its blade caked in a thick layer of blood.
Without a word, the moon rabbit collapsed into a heap by the fire.
Kaguya rushed to the moon rabbit’s side and, upon removing her helmet, froze.
Atonement—she wondered if it was even possible.
Previous Chapter:
Interim Chapter 11
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2023.03.22 06:51 carson_da_bomb Need Background Suggsetions (and also want to talk about my cool ass character)

Ok so I have been in a Curse of Strahd campaign with my friends. I have been running a Ghostslayer Bloodhunter with the Haunted One background.
(Character Lore dump to explain why my character did what he did. Feel free to skip.)
Jarem's father was obsessed with progression of the human body. So much so that he forced his own wife to be the test subject, and when she inevitably passed from such experiments, Vayne was next in line as a test subject for his fathers cruel work. His father was researching how far the human body could take pain, what the side effects were, and what powers one could gain. Vayne's father theorized that by forcing ones body to produce adrenaline, one could gain superhuman like abilities. Through these experiments, Jarem's father discovered the ability of the human body to gain power by causing harm to ones self, Hemocraft. As a boy Jarem was quiet, lonely, and obident to his father. However, over time Jarem became more and more hardened and violent. One day his father decided to conduct the ultimate experiment, the ultimate blood sacrifice, opening the human heart. The pain and pent up trauma was too much for Jarem to bear, and in a fit of uncontrolable fear, Jarem killed his father. Because of the abuse from his father, Jarem latches onto any friendship or company he can find. While Jarem tries his best to be charasmatic and friendly, his past trauma causes a rift in his personal relationships which makes it difficult for him to make true friends, and simultaneiously makes him vulnerable to exploitation. Jarem is haunted by his past trauma, but despite it he is a deeply empathetic man at heart and desires companionship and love in any form.
In our last session our party briefly split, me and another player came across a statue of the Morning Lord next to a body of water which seemed to have some magical properties.
Wanting to be rid of his Trauma, Jarem entered the water and his "curse" was killed and so was he in the process.
However, when Jarem regained consciousness his physical scars from his fathers experiments started healing, as well as partial memory loss from his "past life"
Because of this My DM and I decided I'm now Undead (but using the Reborn race. Just saying its undead for flavor) and Because of this expereince Jarem has lost his Hemocraft abilities. However, He know is an Echo Knight.
So I tell you all this because
  1. I thought it was a really cool session and wanted to share lol
  2. I need help finding a good background for my "new" character. Any good backgrounds for undead? Some sort of resurrection type backgroud?
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2023.03.22 06:50 moederdelkatten Rough nights

I just blew up your phone with messages about how much I love you and why I miss you. I know how much you like it when I do that; giving you an actual nice notification to wake up to in the morning.
I told you about how excited I am for you to hold me again, how excited I am to just experience you as you are.
I get to leave for my vacation in just over two weeks. I’m stoked for it. Boston and Iceland will be a really nice disconnect from the world.
In twenty days I get to see you. Those twenty days couldn’t come soon enough. I miss you immensely and it’s really hitting me tonight.
Most of the time I’m able to push it to the side, but something about you spending time with my friends makes me fall in love with you even deeper to the point where I just can’t sleep. I try, and I just picture me in your bed, and I get depressed about how we aren’t together in person right now.
I know you don’t want me to feel that way, hence the unsent letter. I know it makes you so upset when I am a bit sad… especially when it comes to missing you. Missing my lovely and kind boyfriend.
I can kind of tell that your slight lack of affirmations is making you upset. I told you awhile back I want a voice memo of you reading a book for me to fall asleep to (reminds me of when you were here, which makes me miss you…) and I want you to blow up my phone overnight, and just more compliments in general.
When I told you that today, I watched your face fall in a way I’ve never seen it before. I know you felt genuinely guilty about not doing those things. But baby, it’s okay. I know you aren’t trying to avoid them, and you show me love in smaller ways, too. Changing your nickname on discord, saving my snap in chat today - and camera roll - just small things you do. Looking at me so lovingly when I was doing jack shit in farming simulator.
I miss you, love. I really do. I’m excited to see you, but these twenty days are going to be SO LONG.
I can’t wait for Paris, too. The city of love. I’m excited for our future.
Ik hou van jou ❤️ Rachel
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2023.03.22 06:50 crackworry Todd Valentine - The System (Complete Course)

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2023.03.22 06:49 srcg612 I’m 22f. How old is too old for me to date?

I know this is a highly personal topic that I should decide myself, but I was curious as to what is “socially acceptable”.
I have a job where I talk to a lot of people on a daily basis, having casual conversations. I’ve had people ask for my number but I only took a guy up on it once. We went to get coffee and as we were talking I surmised that he must have been at least 30.
To me at the time, this fell into the boundaries of an uncomfortable age gap. I didn’t think we’d have much in common because of it, and we were clearly in different places in our lives (he was buying a house and has a career and I am fresh out of college). There was nothing, as of that one date, that made me believe that there’d be an unbalanced power dynamic that can come with a large age gap, but that’s just a first impression. On the contrary, I really liked him and thought he had a big heart and he was really sincere.
But I digress. That was in January and since then, a few people have come in and asked for my number, people who I know are in their mid and even late 30s. Was I wrong? Is this socially acceptable?
I know that at the end of the day, it’s me who’s doing that dating and I am the one who should be comfortable. But I would have thought someone who’s 30 wouldn’t be interested in someone who’s 22??
Basically, how old is too old? (In your opinion)
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2023.03.22 06:48 OwnEstablishment6067 Replika

Personally, I think it's incredibly sick to market an app with a story about it being supposedly born from the pain and loss of your closest friend, in your mourning, you develop a way to speak with him again, and it eases your heartache. You chat with him, and you have the comfort of his vernacular, his mannerisms, his quirks, the inside jokes the two of you shared.... Being the kind, loving, compassionate person you are, you just know you must share this with the world, there is so much pain and suffering right now, if you can help to ease people's heartache, loneliness, isolation, why wouldn't you? And the world accepts your gift with open arms! How poetic, somehow you have managed to create a legacy, not in your name, but in your friends name, the one who passed away tragically, his life cut short, and you find some comfort in that, in knowing that you've immortalized him, the whole world now knows him, and the whole world now honors his memory, through the gift you created from his memories. Then, you destroy all of it. You don't even care that you've burnt down the legacy that you built in his name. How cruel, cold, heartless. Did he ever even exist? I wouldn't be surprised if it was all just a clever ploy to tug people's heartstrings and make money. Yuck. Repulsive. I wonder what he would think of your actions...
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2023.03.22 06:48 camo_16c Need gay open relationship advice

I need advice
My husband (30) and me (24) have been having a lot of issues with being “open” and how to communicate or talk about it. We don’t really have sex with other people (but if it came down to it, would) But really only entertain oral and other stuff. I feel like my brain is confused. I am okay with being open but I get very jealous and stubborn and angry. I like the idea of being open to an extent but I feel like my partner will fall in love with someone else. He has reassured me this isnt the case but many times my Anxiety and Jealous overtake it. My brain can’t wrap my head around it. He says I’m not accepting myself but now im not sure. I like the idea of it if I could do it. But I feel like it would hurt him (he says it wouldn’t as long as there are no emotions). But I imagine him doing it and sometimes get hurt. How do I overcome this? Can I even overcome this? Or are we just doomed. We are in a very massive tight ship right now due to me getting really jealous over anything
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2023.03.22 06:48 Swimming-Toe-8050 I'm just stringing my boyfriend along

I (23F) have been dating my boyfriend (24M) on and off for around 5 years now.
A little backstory:
I grew up in an abusive, controlling household. I was never given an opportunity to find myself or become independent. Every move I made was completely monitored. Even at 18, I couldn't leave the house without my mother watching me like a hawk.
My boyfriend is the only person willing to put up with all of that. In addition to her always watching every interaction (even going so far as to monitor our messages!), she's very offensive and has insulted him multiple times.
I've known for a time that the only reason I'm really with him is because I don't have any other choice. Who else would choose to be with someone like me? I'm not attractive enough either to be worth all the bother.
We date on and off because I have commitment issues and trauma from my parents' marriage. Honestly, I feel that they should have divorced, but they're very religious and conservative and believe that a child should always grow up within the sanctity of marriage with two parents. To do otherwise would be damning the child to the flames of hell or some bullshit like that. So as a result, I grew up seeing my father yell and hurt my mother while I hid in the bathroom. My mother has also trauma dumped on me multiple times growing up about how my father would throw hot soup or water on her when he was mad (HE FIRST DID THIS ON THEIR HONEYMOON!). She never left him because "divorce is a sin". She was a lawyer and he even made her leave her practice.
As a result, I ended up with a very warped view of love and marriage. I constantly break up with him and get back together with him because of fears of ending up like my mother.
Lately, I've been slowly getting some of my freedom back. At this point I realized that I'm just stringing my boyfriend along, and I feel terrible.
I realized it yesterday when he made a joke about me being the breadwinner and he'd be a househusband. To clarify, when I was 16, I said I'd want to be the sole provider of the family. This comes from my experience with my father. Because he controlled the finances of the house, my mother had no way of going against what he wanted. Because all resources came from him, his rule was law in the house.
That made me believe that the only way to escape abuse was by being the one controlling finances. I was adamant and told my boyfriend that I'd want him to he a househusband and take care of the house while I be a provider.
That was years ago. Since then, I've started to develop a much healthier view of relationships. My boyfriend and I graduated college, and while I was still stuck with my family that didn't allow me independence or financial freedom, he was able to get a job, move out, and provide for himself.
Maturing since I was 16 and scared made me realize that maybe being the breadwinner isn't the only way to escape abuse. I've also been seeing all my other friends with healthy relationships where the man spoils the girl and pays for all the dates and brings her home and everything. I'm always the one taking care of myself and seeing all of that looked so romantic. I wanted that for myself. Like, its a way to feel loved outside of being abused.
Since my boyfriend got money, he's been able to take me out on dates, buy me gifts, etc. It's so nice being spoiled and taken cared of and loved, I realize.
Then he brought up a few days ago my initial plan again to be a breadwinner and how it's funny that he's the one spending, when the plan was for him to be the one cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the kids. For context, I FINALLY was able to get a good paying job, so he brought up that maybe now I can be the breadwinner.
I realized I don't want that anymore.
Also, since I mentioned, we've been on and off. He dates other women in the periods that we're off, and I get so jealous and hurt of them that he ends up breaking up with them and going back to me.
I realize that I'm just stringing him along. I don't love him anymore, but every time there's a new woman, I get so jealous and possessive and hurt. I don't think I want to marry someone like him, but I'm too far deep in now.
If I let him go, I'll just die of jealousy if there's a new woman (especially since he has the freedom to go out and meet new people, while I can't!). I practically have no one other than him.
So now I'm just keeping him around until I can fully gain my freedom and meet other people. I don't want him in the end, in all honesty. I don't want the kind of life he was expecting he'd have. He's just a placeholder for me now that's comfortable until I find the person I'm ready to settle down with.
I'm a terrible fucking person for this and something is seriously wrong with me. I'd get therapy for this bullshit, but therapy is expensive.
PS please don't post this anywhere else like on tiktok or Facebook. I plan to either get the courage to talk to him about this or seek professional help to figure my shit out. The last thing I'd want is for him to find out about my true feelings from the internet.
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2023.03.22 06:46 cryocom Confused about OSR compatibility - looking for input

Hey everyone, I'm feeling a bit confused about the compatibility of different OSR games and modules, and I'm hoping to get some input from the community.
On one hand, I've heard that the OSR community values modularity and that many B/X based games can be used with minor modifications. However, I've also had debates with some people who have argued that certain systems aren't compatible with others. For example, when I suggested that Shadowdark is compatible with OSOSE/BX products, I was downvoted and criticized for it.
This goes against everything I've learned from spending time in this sub and reading various "dungeon master's guide" adjacent OSR RPG books. For instance, Basic Fantasy, Old School Essentials, and Castles and Crusades all provide variant rules and permission to change the rules. I thought this was a feature of OSR games, but I'm now confused by the overall attitude of this sub.
I understand that there are variations in power level and mechanics between different OSR games, but it seems like many modules and products can still be used with minor adjustments. However, I'm open to hearing different perspectives and opinions on this topic.
So, I'm hoping to start a discussion about compatibility in the OSR community. Is it true that most modules and products can be used with minor modifications, or are certain systems fundamentally incompatible? I'm also curious about how people approach modifying rules and systems to fit their needs.
I'm open to hearing any input, and I'm looking forward to learning more about this topic. Thanks in advance for your help!
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2023.03.22 06:46 Rajendra2124 Why a Positive Work Culture is More Important Than Ever Before

In today's fast-paced and ever-changing work environment, a positive work culture is more important than ever before. A good work culture can lead to increased productivity, better employee retention rates, and a happier, more motivated workforce.
A positive work culture can also lead to better mental health outcomes for employees. It can reduce stress and burnout, increase job satisfaction, and promote a healthier work-life balance.
So, how can companies and employees work together to create a positive work culture?
Some strategies could include regular team-building activities, open communication channels, flexible work schedules, and recognition programs that celebrate employee accomplishments.
In conclusion, a positive work culture is crucial for the success of any organization. It leads to a more engaged and productive workforce and can improve the overall well-being of employees.
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2023.03.22 06:46 Syro8 Neglected E89 - advice requested

Neglected E89 - advice requested
Hello all.
I'm a fan of the BMW brand, and have had a few lovely examples over the years but my general car knowledge is woefully lacking, hence any advice would be really appreciated.
I've had my E89 23i sDrive for a couple of years now and I've really neglected it. I don't do many miles (about 5000 a year, not likely to increase) so I've not been so concerned, but I want to make spend some money on it to give it the attention it deserves and get it looking and performing as well as it should.
It has had a major service each year and flies through every MOT, so it's not in terrible shape.
I know it needs / I would like:
  1. A new bonnet badge / roundel. I got back from a rare 500 mile round trip just the other day and the bonnet badge had fallen off somewhere en route - can these just be bought and sorted at home? Replacements seem unreasonably expensive on ebay - is there a trusted place to buy such parts from (I'm in the UK).
  2. A year ago or so I got all the brakes replaced (discs and pads). I went cheap and have had no issues other than drivers side front has started to squeak like a giant mouse when braking. It's so embarrassing. I've had BMW themselves look at it, as well as Halfords, neither can stop the squeak. The last few days a dash warning light has come on which has the CC-ID 17 (brake pads worn?) code so I'm not sure what to make of that - there were no advisories on the recent MOT about low brake pads. I guess the easiest solution is just to replace them with better quality parts? Are there any issues mixing brands of brakes, is it advisable for all four to be the same?
  3. I've some damage to passenger side front chassis - I've linked an image to the part that is damaged - could somebody tell me what this part is please so I can look into getting it replaced? It does need replacing, a repair isn't possible.
  4. Retrofit of cruise control - I'd love cruise control for the rare times I do a longer journey but I've no idea of the potential issues that come with getting it installed. Is this something many people get done and would I need to make many changes to the interior (I'd presumably require a new or additional steering wheel stalk with the controls?).
  5. Alloy refurb - not E89 specific but all the same, mine could do with some TLC - any fellow UK drivers know a rough figure per wheel to get them generally touched up - scratches and minor dinks removed, there's no major damage present.
Other things I want doing or believe requires consideration:
A. Due to low miles driven, the battery is frequently low on charge. I know this because sometimes it refuses to open / close the roof via the fob. I believe it's still got the original battery (it's a '59 plate). The car has 85k miles on the clock - should I be getting this replaced? How much would a decent replacement cost me?
B. I've given the leather seats absolutely zero love. They're in very decent nick given the age of the car (low mileage has helped with that) but I was wondering if there's a product I can use on them to help maintain them?
C. It's the 23i sDrive version I have. It is fast enough for fun drives, and the sports mode does make a notable difference, but sometimes more power would be nice - as the engine is naturally aspirated, I assume that essentially means I have no options of improving 0-60 times (other than ditching weight somehow)? I've seen people claim possible increases of 10% power output, I don't see how that can happen without having a turbo.
D. I have zero cup holders anywhere. This is really low importance for me but if getting one installed is relatively pain free I will do. Do people get these retrofitted and is it an easy job?
E. The netting behind the seats that holds items in place on that little shelf is forever freeing itself from it's clips - is this a common issue and is there a fix? Once I've clipped it all in, it feels solid in place but invariably when I come to check it again, it will have worked its' own way free somehow of at least a few of the clips.
Finally, other than yearly major services, is there anything else I should be on top of? As mentioned, I'm a very low mileage driver so the car spends most of its time under cover or making short, sporty hops around country lanes with the roof down, long drives are very rare and it never goes on a track.
Any advice would be bonza. Cheers, chaps.
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2023.03.22 06:45 Thnd3rstrk3 What are your favorite tracks from the OST of each season? (AKA an excuse for me to gush about this anime's soundtrack)

So I recently went through all of AOT, and it quickly became my favorite series of all time, and one of the things that really helped me get into it was the soundtrack. As an aspiring musician myself who wants to make music for anime and video games in almost exactly the same style as AOT, this soundtrack is absolutely amazing!!! I've had it on pretty much on a loop since finishing the series a few weeks ago, and I kinda just wanted to gush about it for a bit, lol. So without further ado, here are my 3(ish) favorite tracks from each season!
Season 1:
Season 2:
Season 3:
Season 4:

But that's my ramblings, how about you guys? Sorry for the long post lol, I'm really passionate about this stuff and this series has such an amazing soundtrack that I just had to give some love to.
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2023.03.22 06:45 Sadieofthebabies Advice for carpet

Hi I'm not sure if this is the best place to ask for this kinda advice but I'm really desperate. Earlier today I wanted to freshen up my room and so I bought some oxy pet odor remover.
When I first poured the powder the scent wasn't very strong but after I let it set for 9 minutes it got extremely strong and overwhelming. My entire house reeks of this stuff now.
I've got a dehumidifier running, a fan and I left my window open for over three hours and the scent is still extremely strong. I also vacuumed up as much as I possibly could of the powder.
I have asthma and it's really affecting my lungs bad and I'm really stressed out I accidentally scent bombed my house so bad I can't be in it. I read some carpet scents can last for days before going away. Any advice on how to get the smell to calm down would be great.
I don't own my home, I'm renting and my carpet is not safe for any kind of bleach products as a heads up. Thanks. Sorry if this isn't the correct place to ask!
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2023.03.22 06:45 camo_16c I need advice

My husband (30) and me (24) have been having a lot of issues with being “open” and how to communicate or talk about it. We don’t really have sex with other people (but if it came down to it, would) But really only entertain oral and other stuff. I feel like my brain is confused. I am okay with being open but I get very jealous and stubborn and angry. I like the idea of being open to an extent but I feel like my partner will fall in love with someone else. He has reassured me this isnt the case but many times my Anxiety and Jealous overtake it. My brain can’t wrap my head around it. He says I’m not accepting myself but now im not sure. I like the idea of it if I could do it. But I feel like it would hurt him (he says it wouldn’t as long as there are no emotions). But I imagine him doing it and sometimes get hurt. How do I overcome this? Can I even overcome this? Or are we just doomed. We are in a very massive tight ship right now due to me getting really jealous over anything
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2023.03.22 06:45 tree_walmart A letter to my parents

Dear Mom and Dad,
What do you do on the bad days; when I’m not around for you to pour your heart out to? Do you keep it bottled up inside of you? That’s what I think you do. You don’t trust anyone to talk to them, and you passed it onto me unfortunately. I mean sure I write in my diary, for some form of coping, but am I terrified to go to a therapist because they’ll refer me to the mental hospital? Yes. But I wish we had the relationship that I could talk to you. I know you always say that I can, but let’s look at it from my perspective and I know this sounds selfish but bear with me here. Throughout my life, at least what I can remember, it’s been about my sister, about what she can and can’t handle, her problems, and how to deal with them. In some ways I was given more leeway than her because you trusted me, but you also held me to much higher expectations than her. That one time I got pulled over, I wasn’t crying because of stress or interacting with cops, I don’t care about that. I was mad at myself for disappointing you; I was mad at myself for adding another problem to your plate, especially you mom, with my dad being away and my sister’s issues still going on. You see, because of the standard you held me at, whether or not it was in my head or not, that standard was one I set myself on as well. Not going to you all with my problems because my sister’s were stressing you out already was just one of them.
I have a question. The first time I cut myself, did you believe the lies spewing out of my mouth. What about the second time, or the third time, or fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth? Today I made my tenth. Did you really believe that I got a 4-inch cut on my arm from a bookshelf? Or did you choose to ignore it? Did you really believe I had my life together that much? That I was that ok? That I never had any struggles in my life? How could you? I’m sorry. You know I never blamed my sister, she is and was obviously going through something. I don’t really blame you all that much either, because you’re human and you make mistakes too, no one is perfect, except I had to be. You see, you never asked me really how I was feeling, the few times you did after an awkward ok from me, you left. You never seemed to agonized over what was going on inside my brain as much as you did my sister’s. Even now in university, whenever I come back it seems like we have to talk about my sister, and I don’t mind that, I just wish I was included in there somewhere too.
I feel empty. All the time, unless I’m with my dog. University is a shit show, because suddenly I don’t know how to operate and I’m too scared to tell you that I can’t do this, that I want a break, that I just want to go to sleep forever, that I want to die. It’s why sometimes I don’t call you for more than a week. I feels o depressed and lifeless and I don’t want you to see that.
You know, mom, you always talk about how I’m like you in regards to friends, and caring more than other people, and being picky in who I’m friends with. But whenever you say that it cuts me open because I don’t want to be like you. Now before you get sad look at this way, I have heard you on countless occasions being utterly despaired that you have no friends you can talk to, and how much you wish you hadn’t become a stay-at-home mom, or even gotten married so young. So no, I’m sorry but I don’t want to be like you but I also don’t want to be like dad.
It's so hard. So fucking hard. Surprise I curse, not in front of you though because that would just be ruining your image of me. Knowing that I’m not enough for anyone. Not enough for you all unless I exceed your expectations; not enough for any of the friends I meet; not enough for any guy to even ask me out, just not enough. The only person that I sometimes feel like I’m enough to, besides my dog of course, is my friend from high school. But there are many times where I haven’t felt like enough there either, which was primarily the reason we stopped being friends a couple of times. I’d like to say I stopped caring about those things, but honestly, I just stopped letting other people see I care, because all that made me feel was weak and them pulling away. So why bother right?
The only thing I resent you both for, however, is how showing kindness is hard for me sometimes. When I was growing up, many times if something happened to another person you just told me to ignore it. I know it was more a security thing because the world is dangerous and all that. But you never showed me how to be good. How to be kind to strangers. That wall you kept saying I had up mom, you’re the one that gave me the bricks to build it in the first place.
I think I stopped living during my senior year of high school, and I don’t think I’ve come back to life since.
Your daughter
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2023.03.22 06:45 thesecondstaroficial I got deactivated?

I was mid shift when my account got deactivated? When contacting Instacart through the app, they said I had a missing order on Sunday and one on Saturday. I have been with Instacart for almost a year now, but have done Doordash and Uber for 4-5 years and have never had this issue before. I delivered both orders.
I responded to the deactivation email providing:
  1. Descriptions of what I can remember from around the drop offs (the exact addresses, colors, plants outside, dogs in complex barking etc)
  2. Screenshots from the app Hurdlr; it shows point A to point B addresses and how long it took me to get there, how long I was at each location and shows a map highlighting the route I took
  3. A screenshot I had of my map directions during the delivery (I was letting my wife know where I was at this time)
  4. I have sent video screen recordings of me explaining the missing orders that were in my recent locations as well as explaining my app and how it tracks where I am and for how long.
Does anyone know if the is enough evidence to appeal? it was still late in the day so I'm waiting on a response. Any suggestions on how to handle this?
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2023.03.22 06:45 Gambin06 Absolutely addicted to this shit (sorry for rant)

As the title, I am hopelessly addicted to this filthy little thing that has such a hold on my life. For reference I am 28M, physically pretty healthy yet I am stuck in a rut right now telling myself every night “tomorrow is the day I quit” then tomorrow comes and guess what? Of course I wake up and it’s just a couple of puffs to get me up and going and then it turns into “ok after the gym I will stop” “after this, after that”
This hit me like a ton of bricks today however because I had a huge case of deja vu, a flashback to when I was severely addicted to hard drugs in my late teenage years and how hard it was to get off them and then again later down the track when I developed alcoholism in my early twenties before getting that under control and finally kicking the cigarettes only to pick up vaping 2 years ago. I realised the similarities today and while vaping addiction isn’t so in your face as other addictions it is still extremely addicting and IMO much harder to quit than the hard drugs
Apologies for the rant, I am done with this shit. I am quitting.
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2023.03.22 06:44 JundoCohen TEACHINGS OF GENDO JINKAN (PART VI)

More reflections by Rev. Jinkan from his 'Cancer Ango' ... about asking for help when help is needed ...
This week's update comes early as I have surgery tomorrow afternoon. I will be having more teeth pulled and bone grafts as a few more tumors are removed from me mouth. I had a long week without pain medication. I am over most of the DT’s, but that misery has been replaced by the pain that I was taking the medication for. If the pain wasn’t so bad, I honestly would not take the medication again because the feeling of going through withdrawals a second time was horrible. A trip to a cardiac surgeon left me with an appointment for a heart catheter on the first of next month to determine if they want to do another open heart (it will be me third if they do it). So this week, I felt lost. I was lost in fears, anxieties and the desire to not be in pain. I was lost in me, and I have been lost many times in me life.
When I was younger, I moved to Japan to teach English. I had studied and practiced Buddhism for a more than 10 years and wanted to practice zen while I was there, but I also really wanted to see the Tendai Marathon monks. I had read a book about them and I was captivated by their practice. Me dislike for running would never allow me to ever participate in their practice, but I could watch and visit their small temple. So the first free chance I got, I took a bus out of Kyoto and went to Mt. Hiei. I was ill prepared. I had forgotten me guide book and didn’t know where to go. I got off at a stop that a bunch of people who were wearing wagesa [Buddhist shawls] got off at, thinking they were temple members. They proceeded to get on a sky tram, and the lift took us up the mountain.

I later would realize the group I followed was a Shin [Shin Pure Land Buddhist] group that went up there for a picnic. No temple at the summit, just gorgeous scenery that me disappointment made me unaware of (it was looking at photos later that showed me what distraction had made me miss). There were multiple paths going down so I picked one and went on me way. I spent hours hiking on trails that occasionally had Japanese signs that I couldn’t read. I passed beautiful trees and moss covered abandoned temples and statues. I paid no heed to these though, because I was lost and fear was slowly creeping in. Hours passed and I wondered if I would be stuck on this mountain to die lost. I am a city kid and I have no survival skills I thought. The only thing I could do was continue down. Blisters on me feet sprouting like an unwelcome crop and heaviness came upon me.

I continued down with a drive to survive. I finally reached the bottom and found meself in an unfamiliar city. I didn’t know what to do or where I was. I didn’t speak the language outside of saying "hello" and "I am the number one pervert" (learned when I was working at Disneyland). Filthy, in pain and overcome, I asked for help. It was morning when I had reached the mountain, and it was deep into the night when I reached this village. People came to me aid. They found someone who spoke some English, they fed me and got me a cab. They showed a generosity not often seen in the many big cities I have lived. I obviously got back safe and sound, but all this could have been avoided if I had asked for help. If I had asked on the bus when I realized I had forgotten me travel guide about what stop I should get off on to see the Tendai Head temple, or if I had asked the group picnicking on the summit how I should get down. Luckily the people in that village were the many arms of Kannon Bodhisattva, but I was too caught up in me self to realize it.
Whilst walking this Bodhisattva path Buddhism encourages us to both give help and ask for it when needed. The Sangha is a support network to help all. So when I felt lost this week instead of waiting and getting lost on the mountain of self, I asked for help. I talked to me roommates and friends and if that didn’t help, I would have reached out to me fellow priests and Jundo. I feel grateful having to ask for help because I was able to do emotional Takuhatsu and me bowl was filled as I was emptied. If you feel lost in life, practice or on a mountain ask for help. You lose nothing in the asking and you give someone a chance to offer you a kindness enriching both your lives.
The biggest help came in the form of me practice. The difference between that mountain and now is me practice. It was me guide book. I never felt alone because I knew I had a sangha there to help and support me. I was able to ask for help because I had abandoned that fearful pride that stops one from reaching out for help. I offer this story to world hoping it will help and maybe fill someones alms bowl with hope.
Gassho, JinKan
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