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2023.03.30 07:10 epic-time Any body kits that aren’t nismo but also aren’t hotboi on the market?? I’d love to get a spoiler but they look off with the stock bumper.

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2023.03.30 07:02 frogsandpuzzles Is it a good idea to consider buying a manual car even though Idk how to drive it?

I've been driving about 5 years just automatic. I'm looking to buy my first (used) car to use to get to work and run ovcassional errands and I'm sorta considering either manual or auto transmission. I have someone who could teach me to drive a manual (I tried learning a few years ago but I didn't quite get there and we never finished the lessons), but is this a bad idea? Sorry if this is a dumb question, I'd just like the input of others who knows to drive a manual
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2023.03.30 06:54 persephone21 Post-adoption blues (2.5 weeks in with 2.5 year old dog)

Hi everyone,
I figured I'd chronicle a bit of my post-adoption journey here in case it helps anyone else (and to get it off my chest). I adopted my dog from Hawaii, and he arrived 2.5 weeks ago. He is a ~40lb Pharaoh hound mix (looks just like a pharaoh hound). I spent two days with him in Hawaii before adopting him and he flew here to where I live (Oregon). He is a very sweet dog, very gentle, has yet to bark, doesn't drool, snuggly, good in a car, gets along with all dogs, and, while cautious with new people, generally friendly (not reactive), and sleeps through the night now that I've figured out a bed situation he likes.
I'm 35, married, I have my own online business, and don't have my own kids (I do have a 19-year-old stepson). I have wanted a dog for a few years because I love animals, do not plan on having kids (it is not for me), and it just felt like one of the more worthwhile things you could do (and I wanted to have the experience at least once in life because I've never had a dog).
Basically - it has been hard for me. My dog is not a bad dog at all, but he has never lived in a house and was not house-trained. He gets severe anxiety being in a crate (for now), so that's not an option. I think he previously lived outside, had 0 training, and never walked on a leash. In our house, he basically just doesn't *settle*. Nervous pacing, doesn't know where to go other than the two couches and sometimes one of his many beds. To get him to chill out, I have to tether him near one of his beds with one of his leashes, at which point he will lie down and chill (I am always in the room supervising, like when I cook dinner or need to do laundry). To sum it up - my life before this was relatively quiet. My autistic stepson can be loud and annoying, but he's 19 so I can reason with him. It was just me, my cat, my stepson, and my husband, and I spent the majority of my time alone doing my creative activities.
The biggest challenge for me has been what I just described - the dog's nervous energy. He had two long walks today, some training, played with his toys, and got half of his dinner using a new snuffle mat, but for some reason, today he discovered all the toys I've had for him for weeks and was going crazy with them, then going around to everything in my office (a large room where I spend all my time) and biting everything, constantly pacing, just acting nuts. I took him outside for a pee break and to walk around the block (we don't yet have a fenced yard and are looking to fence the only yard we have, which is a small side yard), and he was practically sprinting on his leash (he has never done this before). Then, he managed to find what I think is human poop near a place where a homeless guy sleeps, ate it, and then continued to go crazy in the house when we came back. He is now calmly asleep next to me after I gave him some anti-anxiety hemp chews.
Basically, the dog is normal. He's not doing anything wrong. I just want to know if he'll eventually settle and figure out the house, have his sleeping places, maybe not be constantly on top of me, and be able to navigate the house himself without biting everything. I keep wondering - am I cut out for this? This has shown me how beautiful my quiet life was in many ways, and I desperately miss it. The dog has also brought some beauty into my life through daily walks, bonding, and cuddles. But right now, I still have to monitor him 24/7, and it's just A LOT. I'm up and down. Some days it feels good, some days, like I today, I feel like I made a huge mistake, and if I could go back in time and undo it, I would.
Anywayyyy would love to hear some success stories of rescues settling into their homes, feeling comfortable, calm, and having their own space. I know about the 3-3-3 rule...but honestly, my fear is that his true personality is coming out now, and he's going to be way too high energy for me, and I'll be low-key on edge all the time. I do really love this guy, and I'm bonded to him, but I also want to enjoy my life and retain some peace.
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2023.03.30 06:54 RatRob Simple and quick question on the Sport manual door locks.

So, I’m in the market for one and if I did a special order I’m leaning towards a basic Sport model. The crank windows don’t bother me much. The no power locks is a bit annoying but not a deal killer. But how exactly do the manual locks function when exiting the vehicle? Am I able to open the driver door, flip the lock then close it and it will stay locked?
I only ask because my last car with manual locks was an old Nissan Pulsar NX and it had this bizarre “safety feature” where if you tried locking the doors and then shutting them it would automatically unlock them again. In order to lock the door you either had to use the key or hold the door handle open while you closed the door (with the lock engaged). That work around way was always a bit weird to me but it worked decently. Not sure if it was an intended method of locking the doors honestly.
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2023.03.30 06:53 bellpepperxxx Traffic cop took the picture

Hi guys, the traffic cop took a picture of my car while I was taking a turn near Ameerpet metro station. This has never happened to me before. I was not over speeding or violating any law in my knowledge.
What's the next course of action? How will I get notified? How much is the fine ? Can I challenge this?
Happened for the first time to me in this city so not sure how it works here. Let me know please.
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2023.03.30 06:47 critical_courtney [A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Two (A sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)

[A Bargain for Bliss] — Chapter Two (A sequel to The Fae Queen's Pet)
Book One
Previous Chapter
Chapter Two:
The announcement sounded like always, “Announcing Queen Varella, ruler of the Raven Court at Featherstone, she who soars high above and wields the dark wind. And her pet, the Wolf of Featherstone.”
After my inner girl helped defend the palace against an invasion from the lake, our title received a promotion.
Hushed whispers became the norm for me after I arrived in court. The nobles never seemed to tire of looking at the queen’s pet werewolf. Covered from head to tail in walnut-colored fur, weighing close to 200 pounds, and carrying a jaw of teeth strong enough to pull apart iron bars, I was the perfect beast for the bird lady to tut around and keep others in line.
When the queen sat at her emerald-encrusted throne carved from stone and covered in cawing ravens, I joined her. Some days she wanted me closer and others further. But I was always in the chair with her.
The damn thing was big enough to hold three people. But the Raven Queen and her werewolf filled it comfortably. This particular morning the queen lightly tapped her left leg with two fingers, a movement I’d been careful to watch for over the last few months.
That meant she wanted my paws and head strewn across her lap. So I obliged. Because she was my pack leader, and my devotion to her was absolute. Though that certainly wasn’t the case when I first arrived after finding the inner girl had willingly ensnared herself in the queen’s service.
I tried my best facing off against the Raven Queen in the forest not far from here. To her credit, she gave me a fair shot. I just wasn’t nearly fast or strong enough to put her down. The feeling of being flipped over and slammed into the dirt hard enough to rattle trees around me was something I had trouble forgetting.
Looking out at the gathered nobles, faeries of the Raven Court who had assembled to speak before the queen or witness those who were, I saw more apprehension than normal. A goblin covered in blue flesh and wearing the fanciest rainbow suit I’d ever seen was sweating up a storm. A pair of mated centaurs were shuffling in place, hoves lightly clopping on the stone floor, cotton dresses swaying gently with their movements. On the opposite wall, a girl with the wings of a butterfly twiddled her thumbs, something that, until now, I’d assumed was just what my inner girl called an “expression.”
Random nobles cleared their throats, coughed a little, and wiped their foreheads, waiting for the queen to speak.
My pack leader remained silent, observing her people, trying to figure out what had them all so jittery. Or maybe she already knew. Yeah, that made more sense by her expression, a calm and gradual glance around the room. Her mouth gave away neither a smile nor a frown. Varella’s eyes retained their frosty gare, violet irises that told those who saw them nothing more than the Raven Queen was thinking about something. No other secrets did they betray.
After ruling this court for centuries, the dark monarch of Faerie learned to keep a tight grip on everything going on inside her thoughts and feelings. And on the off chance something slipped through, I was here to steal attention from the witnesses so they’d miss whatever nugget the queen might’ve dropped.
“Let the queen’s business commence,” she said at once and without warning. “I believe we have a long list of petitioners this day. No sense in dallying. Whoever is first to address me, step forth.”
The hushed whispers came to a stop as soon as she’d gotten a single word out. All eyes were turned toward the space in front of the throne. More cawing from the ravens on the back of this giant chair filled the chamber as we waited for the first person to take their place before the queen.
“I will approach the throne to start today’s business if it pleases you, my queen,” an individual called from the tightest cluster of nobles. They stood near the large brass doors at the entrance of the throne room. And I watched them clear out as quickly as their legs would carry them when this faerie spoke.
My pack leader motioned with two fingers for the speaker to come closer.
Approaching the throne with a cautious demeanor, hands folded together as though one might run away if not held tight, an androgynous individual stopped about 15 feet before the queen. I raised my head to get a better look at the faerie that smelled of lemongrass and peppermint.
Their orange hair was pulled back into a braid that swiveled back and forth on their approach. Brown eyes that couldn’t help but find their way down to me once in a while watched the queen for any sign of immediate displeasure. This individual’s movements were all carefully measured, as if every toe that made contact with the ground only did so after two days of nonstop planning.
It went beyond the otherworldly grace that typically accompanied faeries who danced along the shores of eternity as though it were as natural a thing as breathing or blinking.
This elf was tall and willowy, dressed in a well-tailored black vest covered in silver star designs. A short-sleeved white button-down shirt was tucked into his dark trousers, which were also decorated with silver stars and even bigger constellations.
“Who addresses me?” the queen asked, her tone warming a little bit.
They took a moment to gather their breath before speaking. Another quaint calculation on their part, eyes circling back around to me for just a moment.
“My name is Dareth Ickmunt. I bring you a petition from the Court of Stars, your grace,” they said, bowing their head.
A smile danced on the corner of Varella’s lips, and I looked from her back over to Dareth. He did not speak another word until the queen had time to consider his identity.
“Ickmunt. . . surname of the Star Court King. It’s been some time since I’ve spoken with King Falmouth Ickmunt. Of course, everyone knows he has no living sons. But I’ve heard he keeps a nephew close at hand, even granted him the title of prince. So tell me Prince Dareth, why do you visit my court without an official announcement? Foreign royalty doesn’t typically approach my throne among the nobles during court.”
Dareth paused and considered their next words. They made no effort to hide their identity. Now that I got a better look at the prince, I saw a blue crescent moon tattooed on their neck, along with more stars marking their terra-cotta flesh. It was intricate inkwork and truly set them apart from even the nobles.
“Forgive me, your grace. I did not mean to deceive you. Nor have I come to your court sans announcement for the purpose of spycraft or war. I only wear the title of ‘prince’ to placate my uncle. He is anxious about succession, you see. But I’ve considered myself royalty, despite his decree,” they said.
Varella clicked her tongue.
“So you come to my court without use of a title for the sake of humility?” my pack leader asked.
“It is as you say, your grace. I am not one for putting on airs. I find they needlessly devour my time,” the prince said.
They seemed to have found their noble legs, speaking a little more forcefully now, not with any aggression, just more surety. The elf may not want a title, but I saw nobility within their inflection now. It was their eyes, those locked with the pupils of my pack leader. Each knew who they were dealing with now. No games. Just the queen’s business.
My ears twitched as I heard the nobles whispering amongst themselves once more.
“The Court of Stars? Why would their prince travel this far south?”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of this unannounced royalty.”
“Why come here to our court if not to bring trouble? I don’t like their timing or tidings.”
They continued to speak in hushed voices, but I tuned out and focussed once more on Dareth as the queen raised an eyebrow.
“You speak of your time as though you have any. Our kind does not wear bondage brought on by the strands of time as mortals do. So it’s a curious thing to hear you speak of it in such a way,” she said.
With their eyes sharpened, the prince said, “You and I may have a ladle that can be dipped into the well of ages without limit, but my court faces the end of its days. This is why I come here to petition you, your grace.”
Her amusement was gone. My pack leader’s stare had grown cold again. I had only run in this world for years, but these were Faerie courts being spoken of now. Centuries of time wound up in each through peace and conflict. It was simply beyond the mind of me or my inner girl. Such was the comprehension of mortals and beasts.
“The Court of Stars is in danger of collapse?” the queen asked.
The prince nodded.
“My home of 90 years faces invasion if not utter annihilation from the Fist of Kairn, an alliance of courts who’ve expanded their military presence in neighboring territories far to the north. My uncle remains convinced our pacifism will keep us safe, and that the stain of dishonor that would come from taking a peaceful court will be enough deterrence. But I remain unconvinced.”
It wasn’t just whispering now from the nobles. A few of them were starting to speak at full volume.
“I knew it! They’ve come here to drag us into war.”
“Surely they can’t expect us to protect them from so far away. That’s absurd.”
“I say we ransom the prince off to the First of Kairn here and now. Then we avoid war and bring in a little coin.”
That last suggestion elicited a growl from yours truly. It was enough that the court came to a pause. When a wolf growls, the grotto takes notice. When a werewolf growls, the entire forest takes notice.
But my pack leader was not looking around the room to survey expressions from her people. She remained hyperfocused on the prince who’d traveled so far to be here, chased by the threat of war.
“Your uncle is an optimistic king. I will not speak ill of him, but his decision and confidence in honor seem precarious. So tell me, Prince Dareth, what exactly have you traveled all this way to ask me? What request was important enough that it had to be delivered in person and could not risk being sent via crow messenger?”
Another deep breath from Dareth before he spoke.
At the throne’s top, each raven perched silently, almost as if they were made of stone like the chair we sat in.
“You spent some years growing up in the Court of Stars, your grace. We still have a large painting of you and your brother when you were just a girl, studying constellations and the movement of celestial bodies with my mother and uncle. I’ve come here to ask that if war were to swallow my home, you be prepared to receive fleeing refugees.”
Varella considered this, crossing her legs and placing both of her hands on top of my head, which found itself in her lap once more.
“You’re not asking me to intervene militarily but to be ready to welcome evacuees should the Fist of Kairn bring destruction to your doorstep?” my pack leader clarified.
“My uncle has forbidden requests for defensive aid, citing our court’s laws. Pacificism means that not only do we avoid fighting, but our court refuses to allow others to fight for us. So I’ve come here to seek the next best thing. I made similar requests to the Yellow Court and Worm Court, but they turned me down almost immediately,” Dareth said.
I picked up the sound of footsteps as a noble stepped into view behind Dareth. He was a sturdy man wearing a red robe with gold trim. It covered most of his alabaster skin. The fae’s black hair was cut short, and his yellow eyes washed over the prince from behind.
“My queen, you cannot grant the prince’s petition. The Raven Court would risk further ire from the Star Court’s enemies if we welcomed survivors of a hypothetical calamity. Our resources are—”
The Raven Queen cut him off.
“I’m well aware of our resources, Lord Kitac. I do sit this throne and manage this court each week, do I not? So why would you presume to tell me things I already know? Or would accuse your ruler of being ignorant of her queendom’s assets?”
I didn’t give Lord Kitac time to respond, rising to my feet and leaping down from the throne to the stone floor. My large paws passed over gemstones in the landing beneath me. I strode past Dareth, not paying him a lick of attention. My fur came within inches of their legs.
My haunches popped as I assumed my full height and might, gradually approaching the lord who spoke out of turn.
Even though the other nobles were nowhere near my path, they backed up against the wall as I passed. Their heartbeats were growing faster. And why? They’d seen this play out before with Lord Harroldsen. They watched as I tore his throat open in an instant.
But not here. I took my time approaching this lord so he could stew in the juices of this particular error.
Lord Kitac was a man of average height, but I watched him start to shrink before my very eyes upon my approach. He made no move to run, and it was just as well. Outrunning a werewolf was not a common feat.
A deep, echoing growl resonated across the throne room. I watched as his face sank with each second that noise rattled in his ears. The confidence he so boldly spoke with just seconds ago had taken a sudden leap into a bottomless chasm. And I suspected he now wished his body could do the same.
I had a job to do here. My pack leader is a terrifying monarch. But she doesn’t have to put her power on display every time she sits the throne. If a ruler had to show their true power very often, they wouldn’t have a court to manage for long. That’s where I came in. Because a wolf can be terrifying each time you see one.
And a werewolf? Well, folks didn’t even need to see us to be afraid. A lone growl echoing from the dark is enough to make most folks turn tail and run, especially when they so effortlessly felt the rumble penetrating deep into their core.
I could be the threat and power flexed every day without a single noble questioning the strength of my queen. That’s why I’m here. I am her beast. The queen has her talons, her beak, her dark wind, and through me, she has claws and jaws that could fell any number of enemies.
Flashing fangs, I padded another step closer to Lord Kitac, and any surety he had left dove into the same chasm that he wanted to hide in at this very moment.
The noble fell to his knees and folded his hands.
“Mercy, please, your grace. I spoke out of turn. Please forgive me. Of course you know the resources of this court. You surely do,” the man said, nodding as if to convince himself.
Before I could step closer, my pack leader called for me.
“That’s enough, my pet. Lord Kitac knows he fucked up. Come back to me,” she said.
I locked eyes with the sweating fae noble for what felt like several minutes before turning to leave. He fell to his ass catching his breath and then slowly stood, trying to gravitate to a section of the wall where everyone would forget he existed.
As I climbed back onto the throne, the Raven Queen stroked my neck and said, “Good girl. Such a fearsome beast you are.”
I let my tongue hang out for a moment before locking eyes with Dareth and resuming a more vigilant pose.
My pack leader stood and addressed not just the prince but her gathered nobles now.
“You who call the Raven Court home, I do not blindly ignore your fears and worries. Whispers of war to the north have grown louder these last few weeks. And now that we have a physical reminder of that conflict before our eyes, I understand why it makes you uneasy,” she said.
Dareth said not a word. He stood listening to my pack leader with a calm demeanor that did not once lead me to believe he felt ignored by the queen’s change of attention.
“This court has seen war. We’ve seen death. But I will remind you that in my centuries on this throne, not once have I dragged our people into battle unjustly. Aggressors have tried their hand at conquering us, and enemies have stood at the gates of Perth before! Some of you were here to witness that. And what did I do?”
The hypothetical question was accompanied only by ravens above me, summoning their chorus of caws again.
Nobody answered the queen.
“I soared over those gates and struck down our enemies with a feathered blade in each hand. Time and time again, I have rallied our talons and feathers to drive the enemy back. You know me. I do not pick fights with other courts, and I do not loan our military to be a strength for others unless required to do so by established treaties. Do you not recall mere months ago when I avoided embroiling us in a war between the Yellow Court and Worm Court? Have you all forsaken belief in my wisdom so easily?”
Now some nobles did answer her.
“We believe in you, our queen!”
“You’ve not failed us one single day on that throne.”
My pack leader nodded to her nobles. The energy in the room had completely changed. She’d whipped up their confidence into a fervor, all with a few words. I rose from the throne and stood at her side, my shoulders in line with her hips.
“You trusted me then. I call upon you to also believe in me now. I will not summon the ire and war of northern kingdoms to these lands. The Raven Court will remain safe and prosperous as it has for many years. So I ask you all, here and now, do you trust your queen?”
And with a thunderous echo, each lord and lady present hollered in affirmation.
“Armed with your confidence, I will continue to protect our lands. I appreciate you all,” my pack leader said.
Turning toward the prince as the nobles talked excitedly amongst themselves, the Raven Queen had softer words.
“Prince Dareth, I invite you to stay here at Featherstone tonight as my guest. If you accept my invitation, then we’ll discuss your request for prepared aid in the morning.”
The fae prince bowed.
“I appreciate your hospitality and am happy to accept, your grace.”
My pack leader awarded him a brief nod and then resumed her seat on the throne, calling me to her once more.
“Come now, my pet. We still have much of the queen’s business to attend.”
And that’s exactly what we did. Somehow, the throne room moved on from its display of Raven Court patriotism and continued with more petitions. None were as exciting as what we’d heard from the Court of Stars, though.
The very long day concluded with a shopkeep asking the queen for a 12-month moratorium on tax duties so she could expand her tailoring business from Perth into the neighboring village of Sanc Red. Once the queen granted her this, she dismissed the nobles. Within minutes, the throne room was empty and quiet as it hadn’t been since before sunrise.
I stood with the queen and stretched, wagging tail and rear rising while my front paws carried forward as far as they could. A yawn forced my jaws open wide for its escape.
Varella chuckled and ran her fingers under my chin.
“You did well today, my pet. Fierce and frightening as always you are at my side. My bargain continues to be fruitful. Are you ready to call it a day? Shall I summon your inner girl again?”
I nosed her arm, and the queen smiled.
Then she placed a hand over my head and called forth to the magic she kept within my wolfheart. It echoed within my core, responding to her will, reshaping me into the human girl that struck the bargain in the first place.
“Retreat, my wolf. Sierra Chelsi, I call you forth.”
A familiar smoke rose from the stone floor, engulfing my entire body so the transformational magic could take place.
My instincts sank into an inner slumber to be called upon whenever the queen saw fit in the future.
I stood on two legs once more and stretched. The smoke around me thinned, vanishing as the queen removed her feathered cloak, wrapping me in it as she often did when I appeared naked after each transformation.
“Fun day at court, my queen?” I asked, yawning.
My stomach grumbled, and I felt a familiar light-headedness that came when assuming a human form again.
“You certainly ensured so, my little wolf. I believe I promised you dinner and some answers about Bliss. Shall we head to your room to get dressed for an evening meal?”
“I’d like that very much, mistress,” I said, smiling.
Finally! I can have her all to myself, I thought.
My mistress ran her nails through my hair, which, as usual, left me frozen in a dizzied state while I absorbed every moment of her touch, head slumped to the right against her breasts.
“We’ll go when you’re ready,” she taunted.
I couldn’t budge, and she knew exactly why.
Maybe dinner wouldn’t happen after all.
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2023.03.30 06:38 silence1802 I don’t know where it went wrong. Need advice

Hi everyone, I (20y/o F) went out on a first date with this guy (19y/o M) last Thursday, as we have Been scheduling to do this for about a month now. He picks me up from my apartment, and he was standing outside the car door holding it open for me and says I looks great and he was glad I was able to take the time to see him tonight and we go to a restaurant then hookah lounge. We talk about ourselves, who we are, what we do and what we like .. you know ordinary first date stuff, and he brings up marriage and how he wants kids pretty young (marriage is a pretty common topic in middle eastern culture (he is Armenian and I am Iranian) so it’s not weird haha), and I would like the same as well - I graduated highschool at 15 and recieved my bachelors in Nursing at 19, 2 weeks ago actually haha- so I think by 23/24 I would like to be married and settled down. Anyways , he talks about how he can’t wait to take me to these other places in our next date, and we just really really got along, the vibes were so right, he is like a male version of me. He made me feel so comfortable , anytime he had to get up to use the rest room or etc, he would be like “ is it okay if I leave you alone for 2 mins if not it’s okay I’ll stay “ and he even introduced me to his family friends and bestfriends dad bc he owns the lounge & at the end of the night he was like " can we take a video together for our memories " so we did and he played an armenian love song to the video 😭 and the night on after i got home, i texted him i had a great night and i was looking forward to seeing him soon, he agreed and I just said “okay! “
A week now has past and no response , so I texted him saying I hope he’s been doing well and it was kind of strange to why I haven’t heard from him, so I told him that I don’t know if he just wants to be friends or something (because I don’t do that no talking for a few days BS ) so I told him to let me know what’s up so I can move forward and like etc … he didn’t reply to that and I sent that Tuesday (last night at 7pm) - I even posted an insta story and he watched it. I do not know what the hell went wrong. Is he just like immature? I never talked to someone who is near my age bc I have been hanging with adults since a teenager since I was in college at an early age, all my friends are 25-30, so I just don’t know if men my age are just immature and play games. Bc I do not, i just want to get straight to the point and if what I want isn’t what you want then tell me so I can find someone else. I’m just so confused on why he would act like that on our date , introducing me to his close friends and family friends, taking videos with me “ for memories “ and doing all that other bull shit.
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2023.03.30 06:32 KarmawantstobeBored Update on my Life

Hello everyone...
Anyone who has read my previous deleted post will know that both my biological father and stepmother have been treating like garbage and that my younger half-sister has been treated like a princess. Please forgive me that I have deleted the previous post because of being scared that my parents will find it. Well, here are some updates:
So, my stepmother has gotten worse. I will do all of my chores and she will have the audacity to complain about something small (for example: I will clean the sweep the floors and she will find a spot of dog hair and yell at me about not cleaning the floors properly).
A couple months ago, I was in a discord group chat with a group of my friends and one of them was talking about how bad my stepmother is (I believe that they were replying to one of my vent messages that I wrote a while before they replied). I wasn't involved in the conversation, meaning that I didn't agree nor disagree with them. One day, I left my phone at home on accident and my mom looked through my phone and saw the message, and got my dad involved in the situation and I was in trouble even though I wasn't part of it. And when I mean that she looked through my phone, I mean it. She looked through my messages with my friends, families, and got super mad when they looked at my pictures because I recorded them yelling at each other because they were getting really negative at each other and if one of them got physical, I would have used the video as evidence.
After my last soccer game, I asked my mom (I am referring my stepmother as mom because she is the closest thing as a mother than my biological mother even though she is toxic) if I could ride with her instead of riding the bus with my team. Boy, that was a mistake. She wanted me to look up at something for her and as I was showing her the picture, I got a notification from my half-brother that she absolutely hates. She got so mad about that I got a notification from him that she called my father to pull over (he was driving a different car) and they looked through my phone once again. They later accused me of planning on meeting my brother at my high school's football game. The thing is, at the time, I couldn't even drive at the time. How was I even supposed to get there? Walk at least 20 miles to the high school, oh heck nah. So, I got my phone taken again. They weren't even mad that I was using Instagram to text him because at the time, I wasn't supposed to have Instagram.
On my last post, I stated that my father was somewhat on my side. That has changed now. They both get pretty disappointed whenever I do something that they don't like. There are a few times where he defends me, but that is so rarely now. Even when I tell them that my younger sister has been kicking/hitting/throwing things at me, they get mad at me and telling me that I was the one who provoked her, in reality, I was doing nothing to provoke her.
They both acknowledge that I am bisexual, but my father is the only one who accepts it. My mother believes that I am in a relationship with my best friend, which is kind of normal for me to hear that because I spend a lot of time with her, and a bunch of people think that we are dating. They still don't accept anyone who is nonbinary/transgender, but they are being hypocrites because my nephew's stepfather is a trans man. They do accept that I wear masculine clothes, but my mother asks me whenever am I going to wear feminine clothes. I always reply with, "When I feel like it." Sure, I do have feminine clothes in my closet, but I feel very comfortable in wearing baggy clothes as I am very uncomfortable with my body, especially my chest area. A couple of weeks ago, they kept asking me why I am not going to prom this year and I told them that I just don't want to, but I really want to say that I want to wear a tuxedo instead of a dress that way I could be the 'man' for my best friend (I do have a thing for my best friend, but I can never tell her).
My mom has been complaining about my room being a mess and that I am so lazy. I am sorry but I am up at 6:00 getting my sister and myself ready for school, get done with school at 3:20, and then I have to practice until 5:30, and if possible, I will have to go to my sister's practice until 6:15. After that, I have to do my homework because I have four advanced classes (which is more than half of my classes) and each class as at least two assignments almost every night. I have to study, take notes, do homework, etc. Not only that, but I have to work outside, clean the house, feed the animals, take a shower, take care of my sister, and I am the lazy one? I am not allowed to have food in my room and my parents are both eating on their bed watching television.
On the bright side, I do have my driver's license. The bad side, I have two tracking apps on my phone that way my parents can see where I am. They have told me that I have to text them when I am leaving or I just arrived at a certain spot, if not, they will call me and yell at me, asking me where I am. I wish they would just look at the apps and see where I am because there are times where I am late for a place and texting them will make me very late as I am not a fast typer. They even have the audacity to call me while I am driving when I am not allowed to because it is illegal to call and drive where I live, and I am not old enough to have my phone near me while I am driving. They will get so mad when I don't answer, but when there were times where I answered, they yell at me for answering the phone.
Other than that, my family has gotten worse mentally. Two weeks ago, while I was practicing, according to my sister, both of our parents were arguing, and it was so bad to the point where my father slapped my mother. I wasn't notified until after my parents were talking nice to me and my dad telling me that they were not getting well together. I was beyond mad that my dad slapped my mother even though she has treated me poorly. I am not a big fan of my father being physical because he can actually cause damage (like bruising my brother and making me bleed when we were little). I don't know how they are managing this kind of situation, but I will be going away with my mother and sister to see my stepbrother (even though I don't have a very good relationship with him, I am assuming that this trip is just for my mother and sister even though she said that I will have fun).
That is my update on my life.... just one more year left...
By all means, I will be keeping this post since they don't know what reddit is nor my username for this because I changed it, so it is different than my other social media usernames. You can ask questions about anything; I will try and reply to them.
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2023.03.30 06:27 MsWeather It Is Time to Show the American People Photographs of Children Massacred by Gun Violence — Pictures convey reality in a way that words cannot. One of these days, the parents of children murdered in a school shooting may make the same decision Mamie Till did of her son Emmett in 1955.

And now we have another mass school shooting, this time in Tennessee with three 9-year-old girls dead as well as 3 adults. Immediately followed by another pathetic Republican congressman claiming that Congress can’t do a thing.
A community is grieving, schoolkids across America are terrified, and after 130 mass shootings in the first 87 days of this year — 33 of them in schools and colleges — you’d think average Americans would finally understand the horrors of the gun violence Republicans in Congress and on the Supreme Court have inflicted on us.
This is a phenomenon as systemic and unique to the United States today as Jim Crow was in the 1950s. The gun control movement needs to learn from the Civil Rights movement.

Back in 1955, young Black people like 14-year-old Emmett Till were routinely murdered by white people all over America, usually with no consequence whatsoever.

Emmett Till was kidnapped by two Mississippi white men, brutally tortured, murdered, and his mangled body was thrown into the Tallahatchie River. (And the white men who did it, and the white woman who set it off with a lie, never suffered any consequence.*)

His mother, Mamie Bradley, made the extraordinarily brave decision to show her child’s mutilated face with an open-coffin funeral in their hometown of Chicago.

Jet magazine ran a picture you can see here of Emmett, which went viral, invigorating the Civil Rights movement as it horrified the nation. As President Biden said last month, honoring the release of the new movie Till:
“JET magazine, the Chicago Defender and other Black newspapers were unflinching and brave in sharing the story of Emmett Till and searing it into the nation’s consciousness.”

That picture made real the horrors of white violence against Black people in America for those who were unfamiliar, or just unwilling, to confront it.

We’ve all heard about Newtown and Stoneman Douglas and Las Vegas, but have you ever seen pictures of the bodies mutilated by the .223 caliber bullets that semi-automatic assault weapons like the AR15 fire?

Chest x-ray of young girl suffering from #1 cause of death in children / adolescents in the U.S., source

The odds are pretty close to zero; most Americans have no idea the kind of damage such weapons of war can do to people, particularly children.
But we need to learn.

In the 1980s, egged on by partisans in the Reagan administration, America’s antiabortion movement begin the practice of holding up graphic, bloody pictures of aborted fetuses as part of their demonstrations and vigils.

Their literature and magazines, and even some of their advertisements, often carry or allude to these graphic images.

Those in the movement will tell you that the decision to use these kinds of pictures was a turning point, when “abortion became real“ for many Americans, and even advocates of a woman’s right to choose an abortion started using phrases like “legal, safe, and rare.“

Similarly, when the Pulitzer Prize-winning photo of 9-year-old “Napalm Girl” Phan Thị Kim Phúc running naked down a rural Vietnamese road after napalm caught her clothes on fire was published in 1972, it helped finally turned the tide on the Vietnam War.

Showing pictures in American media of the result of a mass shooter’s slaughter would be a controversial challenge.

There are legitimate concerns about sensationalizing violence, about morbid curiosity, about warping young minds and triggering PTSD for survivors of violence.
And yet, pictures convey reality in a way that words cannot. One of these days, the parents of children murdered in a school shooting may make the same decision Mamie Till did in 1955.
America’s era of mass shootings kicked off on August 1, 1966 when Charles Whitman murdered his mother and then climbed to the top of the clock tower at the University of Texas and begin shooting.
The vast majority of our mass killings, however, began during the Reagan/Bush administrations following the 1984 San Ysidro, California McDonald’s massacre, the Edmond, Oklahoma Post Office shooting of 1986, and the Luby’s Cafeteria massacre in Killeen, Texas in 1991.
We’ve become familiar with the names of the places, and sometimes the dates, but the horror and pain of the torn and exploded bodies has escaped us.

It’s time for America to confront the reality of gun violence. And all my years working in the advertising business tell me that a graphic portrayal of the consequences of their products is the greatest fear of America’s weapons manufacturers and the NRA.

We did it with tobacco and drunk driving back in the day, showing pictures of people missing half their jaw or mangled and bloody car wreckage, and it worked.

And now there’s a student-led movement asking states to put a check-box on driver’s licenses with the line:
“In the event that I die from gun violence please publicize the photo of my death. #MyLastShot.” This isn’t, however, something that should just be tossed off, or thrown up on a webpage.

Leadership from multiple venues in American journalism — print, television, web-based publications — should get together and decide what photos to release, how to release them, and under what circumstances it could be done to provide maximum impact and minimum trauma.

But Americans must understand what’s really going on.

A decade ago, President Obama put then-VP Joe Biden in charge of his gun task force, and Joe Biden saw the pictures from school shootings back then.
Here’s how The New York Times quoted then-Vice President Biden:
“‘Jill and I are devastated. The feeling — I just can’t imagine how the families are feeling,’ he said, at times struggling to find the right words.”
Obama himself, after seeing the photos, broke into tears on national television.

And we appear to be tiptoeing up to the edge of doing exactly this. Yesterday’s Washington Post featured an article about what happens when people are shot by assault weapons and included this commentary:

“A Texas Ranger speaks of bullets that ‘disintegrated’ a toddler’s skull. “This explains the lead poisoning that plagues survivors of the shooting in Sutherland Springs, Tex.; David Colbath, 61, can scarcely stand or use his hands without pain, and 25-year-old Morgan Workman probably can’t have a baby. It explains the evisceration of small bodies such as that of Noah Pozner, 6, murdered at Sandy Hook Elementary, and Peter Wang, 15, killed at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High. The Post examined the way bullets broke inside of them — obliterating Noah’s jaw and Peter’s skull, filling their chests with blood and leaving behind gaping exit wounds.”

But we need to go the next step and show the actual pictures for this truth about the horror of gun violence to become widely known. Doing this will take leadership.

And, of course, there must be a Mamie Bradley: a parent, spouse or other relation willing to allow the photos of their loved one to be used in this way.

In 1996 there was a horrific slaughter in Tasmania, Australia, by a shooter using an AR15-style weapon, culminating a series of mass shootings that had plagued that nation for over a decade.

While the Australian media generally didn’t publish the photos, they were widely circulated.

As a result the Australian public was so repulsed that within a year semi-automatic weapons in civilian hands were outlawed altogether, strict gun control measures were put into place, and a gun-buyback program went into effect that voluntarily took over 700,000 weapons out of circulation.

And that was with John Howard as Prime Minister — a conservative who was as hard-right as Ronald Reagan!
In the first years after the laws took place, firearms-related deaths in Australia fell by well over 40%, with suicides dropping by 77%. There have only been two mass killings in the 27 years since then.
The year 1996 was Australia’s Emmett Till moment.
America needs ours.
*Carolyn Donham - Emmett Till

5-year-old fatally shoots 16-month-old brother at Indiana apartment

The Nashville Shooter’s Arsenal Makes a Mockery of US Gun Laws

This is America

Hate speeches will go away when politicians stop using religion in politics, says Supreme Court
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2023.03.30 06:23 Initiative-Internal White Noise

Hello guys, a bit on me if you'd like: I'm a person who's always been fond for writing, but never really had my hand in it though, in fact, I wrote this incomplete should-have-been series a year ago, but never really completed it. I've only dabbled in it for a bit, writing scraps and throwing them away, but this is the only thing I found that was noteworthy and decided to share it, it's a copy-paste directly from the writing program, but I cleaned it up a bit of course, anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy!

You don't know who I am, or where I come from, you don't know anything, but if you're reading this that's good, it means you're alive, and maybe the world is better, maybe it's enjoyable, and there are parks again, and kids laughing and cheering. But that's all a maybe, an outcome with an unfair possibility of not happening, but I guess it makes sense, someone decided to destroy the world, and with the technology we had, it probably wasn’t that hard. What happened? well, I don't really know, all I know is that the world is falling apart, it's cracking, small cracks are apparent in almost every surface I come across that's been untouched or unmoved for a while, and they aren't normal cracks, they have a dim white glow, when I say dim I mean almost non-existent but the glow was still there nonetheless, and it feels like the world isn’t as bright, the world just lost all its life, all the grays got greyer and every other color looks dull and monotonous, but that’s just what came about.

After the first day, all available power disappeared, it was an exposition, a cardinal signal foreshadowing the apocalyptic future yet to come, of course, people started to panic. after one week the water shut off, at this point people had started to get irritable, and heated arguments were becoming a much too common thing to see in a lonely town like mine, then the third week hit, it's when the cracks became noticeable, it's also when people were being discovered, dead people, not many in the first few days, only two or three found a day. Soon enough people had run out of supplies, it's not like people were restocking the stores so no one could get any food or drink.

The streets were littered with bodies, most died from asphyxiation or gunshots, which was unlike the first killings, the first body found had his throat ripped out and his guts spilled, yet there was no blood anywhere on the body and no signs of a struggle, although I noticed this, I paid little attention to it. Nothing happened after that, aside from me staying in the basement which held enough food and water to sustain me for about a month and then some if I rationed carefully. It sucked in there, I had to have the little lamp in there off most of the time because of the lack of power, and the battery was already three-quarters full when I got down there, but I managed for thirty-two painfully slow and lightless days, then I emerged into my home.

I saw what I had expected, shattered glass everywhere, tables turned on their sides, and everything else characteristic of a ransacking, but I was not expecting to find a body stuck in a wall, his waist and below stuck in the wall, the wall wasn't broken, it was like something had made the wall a liquid, stuck him in, and made the wall solid again. I didn’t see any fractures in the wall's surface aside from the small squiggly white cracks that remained on almost every surface. At that point I realized I hadn't shed a single tear or even once felt the need to vomit, I felt ashamed of myself, I felt emotionless and lifeless, I could have gone ahead and made my morning coffee and watched the news without giving a care in the world about the body that lay in my home… too bad there was no coffee, or tv.
10/16/2027 Stock:

Note-1: After digging through my dad's closet and finding a false floorboard that always creaked, I gained access to two guns, a Remington Model 700 and a Colt 1911, and their corresponding ammunition.
Note-2: due to me living here for long enough I had the insight into areas of suspicion, an example is the floorboard, it’s unlikely I’ll get the luck to find hidden spaces like that again, but maybe when I’m skillful enough at looting, finding hidden spaces would become more common.
I gathered all of my supplies and put them in a backpack, aside from the M1911 and the 700, I put the M1911 in a holster on my hip and slung the 700 on my back, after I was ready, I left, the first thing I noticed was the lack of wildlife, I don’t live in a big city, it’s just a somewhat sparsely housed town, there’d always be an acre or two between homes at the very least, and birds were usually everywhere, but now I only see a few, only hear a few chirps here and there, I haven’t seen any terrestrial animals yet aside from insects, it seems there are fewer insects though as well. After I left my home I stood on the doorstep, I looked around at the dull scenery, I used to step outside to just look at the trees and the sky, but now everything is unappealing, I took the steps through the grass to my beat up car, all the glass was broken, I opened the door, sat inside and turned the ignition, nothing happened, as I expected cars don’t work anymore either, which put me on edge, what if guns don’t work anymore? But I silenced that thought, I still have a knife if guns won’t work.

I stepped out of the car and went to the trunk to see if anything was left of value. I opened it and found nothing, with no new supplies I decided the first place I’ll go to is the gas station, there was bound to be something there, even if it was only a little something. I started my two-mile trek to the gas station, I hiked a lot before all of this happened, two miles was nothing at all. There was a trail not too far from my house that I and my dog used to walk at, my dog died a few months back luckily enough, I wouldn’t have been able to support him now, not with the looming fear of starvation following me around. I had walked about one mile when all of a sudden everything went quiet, birds stopped chirping, the wind stopped blowing.

I got off the road and hid in a bush, I heard things moving, rustling the brush, stopping every now and then, almost as if they were looking for something, I’d hear what sounded like someone taking a knife to glass, it pained my ears and I felt they would start bleeding if the sounds lasted a second longer. I never saw them, I don’t know if it was because they were behind me or on the other side of the road in a ditch or something, but after 10 minutes it went away, nature’s sounds returned after 5 minutes, I had to wait another 10 minutes, my body, shocked and stiff, wouldn’t allow me to move. I stood and dusted myself off, since I didn’t know where the sounds came from I just started searching on the opposite bank of the road, no signs of anything being there, no tracks, no broken twigs, no blood.

I thought I had gone insane while wallowing in my lonesome, but then I remembered the birds reacted to whatever it was, or whatever they were, I don’t know how many there were, it constantly alternated between the sound of one of them and the sound of an uncountable amount. Happy to get out of the area, I continued to my destination. When I got to the gas station there was only one broken window, and a body with characteristics of the first killings laying on the floor near the register, a broken knife next to him. I looted his body without remorse or disgust. I found a pack of cigs and pocketed them there was also a scrunched paper.

I read it once, then twice, and even a third time, my stomach churned and felt like it was about to implode, it looked to be a message from the man’s daughter saying how much she loved him and she wants him to be safe because of all the “bad people”, a smiley face sat at the top of the paper, I flipped the paper over to find distinctly different handwriting, presumingly the man’s, it detailed how he was sorry, as well as how he’d been at the station for 3 days, said he couldn’t leave because if he did they would get him, his last words, being written hastily were hardly legible, but I could read enough to understand that the cracks in the world that appeared in the station were much more distinct than in other places, and those things could come in, but they were just staring at him tauntingly. I could barely hold myself back from puking, it wasn’t hard to look at someone’s corpse, it had no effect on me, but the second I realized that man had a family, and had ambitions and potential… I continued looking around the store. I realized there would be more loot on dead bodies because people don’t want to touch them. After looking through all the shelves and in all of the back rooms I found a lighter under the lip of a bottom shelf, lucky me.
I had hoped there would be more, more of everything, but there’s nothing, I’ll put another list of my supplies soon but at this rate, I won't make it to see next week, every single store has been ransacked completely, all the bodies always have empty already eaten foods, I don’t know what to do. I’ve not seen a single soul, everything is dead, not even the insects anymore, the birds are gone too, maybe it has something to do with the cracks, they’ve progressed enough to where they are visible from up to a foot away, I’ve had to hide from those screeching things a couple of times, still haven’t seen them yet, I realized when the wind abruptly stops they’ve appeared, it’s a good thing the birds were still singing those few days ago or I wouldn’t have realized the pattern, I’d probably be dead, just like everyone else.
Nothing much has happened, I’ve seen a bird or two, and it’s nice to know that at least for a little bit longer animals will still be alive, I’ve theorized that whenever I hear the noise it’s only one entity doing it, I think this because I’ve heard an exceptionally large commotion a way off, I assume there was two there. Fortunately, the screeching has only happened near me only once, I’ve heard them in the distance though, in the night while I sleep I hear them far off, searching, waiting for their sinister roulette to hit, hoping, anticipating the kill. I decided to head to the(SO AND SO) I’ll update this then or if something happens along the way.
I’ve come across a hunting stand in the woods, it’s a jackpot. There’s too much stuff to carry, there was a map too so I’ll mark the general location once I find a landmark to orient myself with, I’ll put a list after this log but there’s more to talk about. The fragmentation, It’s what I’ve come to call the cracks, is still spreading of course. I’m starting to see a noticeable separation between the two edges of some individual fragments, still not big enough to stick anything in but instead of being small white lines spread wildly around, They’ve become a prominent feature of every object, I’ve been to some areas where the fragmentation is severe, white snakes slithering across any surface they can find, trying to fracture this world, they do end up doing it I suppose, that’s how the screechers exist, but the breaks only hold for so long until they close. That’s what I think happens at least, it’s not like I’ve seen them yet, and as long as I continue to find zones with little to no fragmentation as I have been, I think I’ll be fine, I just hope my luck doesn’t run out.
I think I’m near (VarA), I should be out of the woods soon, but for now, I’ve got my bedroll down and am cooking some beans over the fire I’ve made, I’ll be fed for a while.
This may sound stupid but the fire keeps going out, the flames just disappear, no more heat. The charcoals lose their ember, everything becomes the regular temperature of the air around me. It still works though, there is no reliable frequency I can predict so sometimes it’ll die out as soon as I light it, and other times it takes an hour or two.
()()(())()()(()()()…I was walking when the wind stopped, the biggest problem for me at first was the fact there was nowhere to run, no depressions to dip in, I heard what sounded like a sharp camera shutter that immediately followed the deadening silence, the second I heard it I ran, a branch caught the strap of my bag, pulling it away from me. I couldn’t care though, all I could do was run, the trees vied for me, closing in. I was tripping and falling over and over, nearly impaling myself on the branches of trees I could hardly see.

I felt a push and fell over, I knew that running couldn’t have saved me, I knew it was there, right behind me, I couldn’t hear it though, I could only hear my breath but it wasn’t like that, I couldn’t hear it because it wasn’t making any noise, I thought for sure it would be screeching out for as long as it’s astral body would allow it to, but it didn’t, in fact, it lay on the ground, the white body, which looked as if it consisted of bolts of white grey lightning and string, pulsated, morphing into a consuming goop of unlight, and then back into it’s shimmering somewhat humanoid form, that process took a minute. I too lay there, my foot just a stone toss away from its hungry hand, the tips of its fingers eager to detach from its parent body, but was disallowed. I lay on the ground staring at it, and for some reason, it didn’t move, I took that opportunity to regenerate as much of my energy as possible, but from fear of losing my safety, I stood up slowly, emphasizing my steadiness, even though it probably detects me through a different means, I shouldn’t let it hear me, some caution is better than no caution at all.

I rose and took a gradual step back, but my back was met by a thick, gnarled arm of wood, as if that wasn’t enough, I had also stepped on a branch, probably from the same tree. The screecher stirred, its spectral head raised, maybe it used its sight for precision. It tried to raise the rest of its body, but its foot was stuck in a root, not like it was trapped under it, its foot was fused with the root. I guess it noticed it too because immediately the tone of its body got dimmer, I knew it was going to morph into the darkness, to free itself, to kill me. I took the chance I had, the 10s of seconds I had left were diminishing, and every second I wasted increased my chance of death. I turned, and immediately crouched and ducked under my guard that was the trees arm, I didn’t expect to have the keenness I had during that run, I’ve never been a particularly agile person, but in that moment I could see, without any blur caused by my abrupt motions, ducking and weaving through what seemed like the thickest forest I had ever seen.

I collapsed after only minutes of running, which was unsurprising though, the previous running and endless walking cost me an obscene amount of energy, taxing my body till the end, draining it of its power. I could hear them now, screaming, coming for me, it shouldn’t take as long as it’s taking them, but I guess they’re fighting each other, that’s why there is noise. I turned around and waited, I saw the two of them approaching me, they kept pushing and shoving each other, they were walking so slowly, as if they were sapped for energy, and the density of their body was low, it seems most of the strings of white grey abandoned the parent body for some reason, and with every step they took a few more disappeared, falling off into the ground. One of the entities fell to the ground, and the second took the opportunity and fell on top of it, tearing it to shreds, and repairing its own body with its meal, it seems it was only able to regain a menial percentage of its power back though, it’s speed only bolstered for a minute or so, still not fast enough to keep up with a hasty back step.

It fell to the ground after a while, and everything below its torso disappeared shortly after, it desperately sunk its claws into the soil, pulling with its full ability, trying to get me. It disappeared, shortly after, leaving quite a thick strand of vibrant white light. I pondered whether picking it up or not would be a good idea, in the end, I decided a little glowing string couldn’t hurt me that much. I plucked it from its place on the ground and immediately felt a strong, radiant sensation, a pulsating heat and cold piercing my body as if it was filling me with energy, I dropped it, even holding it for a few seconds easily removed most of the exhaustion from my body, I wanted to grab it again for another hit of pure energy, but I felt if I did I would explode, my body was not meant for this type of power, although it seemed capable enough to absorb what I presume was a little bit of it, I think it’s capacity is quite high, and powering what was but a little bit of myself was probably the least intensive thing this string could do.
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2023.03.30 06:21 kuroncrow I don't know if I can work

(ftm 19 btw) Today I had my first day of training at my new job as a sales associate, I had worked registers even solo at my old work however that was a very small town (500 people) where I knew most people. I moved to what I call a city but to most people its probably just a town, I've never lived anywhere with more than 1,000 people and it's still very hard to process even six months later. I suppose I should've expected worse but I really honestly thought I'd be fine despite the fact it's a pretty busy store. I made multiple pretty big mistakes because they wanted me to work solo only after about 30 minutes of watching someone else do it. I kept asking for help honestly but no matter what I did it was wrong. I made a pretty big mistake when trying to process a return and the woman who was helping earlier in training fixed it but could tell I wasn't doing very well. No costumers were rude but it was just agonizing for me. I had no time to prepare for what was just thrown at me really, I've never worked with clothes or most the items there. I tried asking for more time to watch and learn but they literally refused and basically said the only way I'll learn is throwing me into it which caused me to panic a lot honestly. I wanted to also say I don't understand what I am just expected to know how to do? Such as where I was just supposed to figure out where to go to after putting things in my locker. There were no directions which I really really need, I did mention this in the interview. Is it common knowledge to know miraculously what you're supposed to do when you get to work? Is there never directions on what's going on? Once my shift was over (which they didn't let me leave for an extra 20 minutes that I won't be paid for) I cried for a couple hours and I have been crying again for the past hour. Everything was overwhelming there. I have had similar experiences my first couple days at my last two jobs but not nearly this bad. I tend to cry whenever I'm alone after working or even while working almost automatically. Even before I took this job which I only got to appease others and seem "normal" and to have a better life with my boyfriend I knew I didn't think I could handle working. I feel so stupid for taking the job. Everything surrounding getting the job made my heart sink and my stomach hurt from panic and anxiety. My boyfriend suggested I try a mall job instead like Spencer's because it's darker in there (light sensitivity) and much smaller and not as scary to me. I'm not sure what I'll do. All I feel is dread at the moment. I will mention I work at a TJX store, had no idea they were huge sponsors of autism speaks and that alone makes me want to not come back especially with my new knowledge that they do donations in April. Please be kind, I have a very hard time with harsh words and would greatly appreciate gentleness especially right now.
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2023.03.30 06:20 Tern_Larvidae-2424 Would you like to come and live in my mansion?

The video appeared on my recommendation feed at 1 in the night.
I promised my wife that I won’t use any electronic devices while in our vacation home (or a mansion) but I thought it won’t hurt to use it when she was asleep. I was extra careful to not wake her up as along with walking outside, me breaking her promises are the two things she hates the most. The silence was making me feel lonely as well but sitting down on the chair in the balcony made me appreciate the beautiful forest around us. Yet I knew this will be one of the rare chances that I’ll get to use my phone in this week long vacation especially since she had already urged me to have a hard-drinking game tomorrow night.
Then as I was scrolling down on my feed a video that was uploaded only an hour ago by a channel named “Aa12eightythree”. I usually avoid channels with wacky names like that, especially if they’re not verified but something about the bluish thumbnail with a shadow being illuminated on the radio made me think why don’t I give this video a shot. The video had no title which was nothing new and within a second I realized that it was a music video.
Except that there wasn’t much of a “video” in that.
The instrumental went on for the first 40 odd seconds, and then a vocaloid began singing. The lyrics were sounding gurgled and for the next 30 seconds I couldn’t recognize a thing. But the repetitive, soothing melody made me stay. The other thing that made me stay was the slight motion of the shadow. I could make out more of the shadow now. The shadow was definitely a female with an hourglass figure and it had a tinge of familiarity. I squinted my eyes hard enough to realize that she was dancing to the melody but before I could make more out of the song just screeched to an end.
“Did I stare into the figure for too long?”
No I didn’t. It was only 20 seconds past 2 minutes even though the video was 3 minutes and 22 seconds long. Then it appeared as if the shadow was closing her face in on the radio, but it shouldn’t have been possible. I could make out the facial features of the shadow and it was the most least feminine thing one could think of.
Its eyes, cheekbones and nose were the most definite of them but all of them were a bit too big for a face that petite. The eyes were looking down so far but the moment they looked towards the screen I turned my phone off. I couldn’t get a look in its eyes but I felt like I shouldn’t. I quietly returned to the bedroom with the phone still in my hand. It was irrational to be scared of a disproportionate face on the screen of an electronic device but I wasn’t irrational enough to just rest the phone in the balcony out of fear. I placed the phone on the desk near our bed and put up the blanket she had kicked away while sleeping back on her. As I saw her laid on her stomach I realized why I thought that figure was familiar.
“Hey sleepy-head wake up would ya? You can’t sleep that deep when we’re in the time of our life!”
These loud words woke me up. I opened my eyes slowly to see my vibrant wife, with a radio held in her hands.
“Look what I found under the stairs!” – She said as she proceeded to put the radio in my hands. I wasn’t about to hold a heavy object seconds after waking up so I put that thing on the table and went to wash my face. As I cleaned my eyes I remembered about the video last night. “What a coincidence” – I thought.
I returned and asked my wife if that had always been there but she claimed to not know a thing. This vacation home was owned by her aunt but for some reason she lit herself on fire and then jumped into the lake. I’ve never seen her and neither did I hear much about her so I didn’t know if it was natural for her to commit suicide. All I knew was that she never married and my wife heard from her mother that she didn’t if she even had a boyfriend in her life, ever. She left everything she had to her only sibling.
Neither I nor my wife knew how to operate a radio so I opened my phone to Google it. I wasn’t enthusiastic about it but my wife was.
But she wasn’t. I don’t know why but I felt that she wasn’t. It was almost as if she had burdened to operate it.
The more the day went on the more the feeling crept up on me. She was romantic, but not romantic enough to appreciate the beauty of dining table that seemed pretty boringly normal to me. The walls (which looked good I agree) were never short of compliments by my wife. And the same went on for nearly everything about the house until I said, “Let’s go explore the roof, there’s a lot of beauty in the nature that surrounds us here.”
Her tone changed and it didn’t take a moment for me to realize how insensitive that might’ve been.
Even though I’ve known her for years I still had no clue on how to proceed but she changed herself almost forcefully and proceeded to hold my hand and take me to the forest outside, on foot.
After all that, the drinking game came. Neither I nor my wife was much of a hard drinker so it ended quickly. She could only tolerate three shots though I cranked it up to five. We were to bed by 12, but I didn’t feel sleepy. My wife was groggy though. At around 12:50 I decided to go to the balcony to spend some time on my phone when the memory of last night came back to me. I opened YouTube to have the same video recommended to me.
But this was uploaded only an hour ago. The thumbnail was the same and it too didn’t have any title but it was only an hour old. I clicked on the channel but it was the channel’s first upload.
Well that was creepy.
But that didn’t stop me from watching the video. I didn’t have my headphones on me so I watched it on no sound and this time inside the first 20 seconds the face appeared. Knowing what will come I didn’t feel scared but before the eyes were revealed I did have a fleeting thought of turning my phone off. The eyes despite being enlarged were human-like. Despite the utter darkness I could make out that her eyes were hazel colored. She was mouthing something so I turned the volume up just a bit and got it close to my ear.
“She shouldn’t have done that.”
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
Two distinct voices came to me simultaneously, one from the phone and the other from my bedroom. It wasn’t new to have my wife sleep talking but this was a creepy co-incidence. Not more came off the video but this time I did complete the full length, which was still 3 minutes and 22 seconds.
The next day I was about to put the tray of tea-cups on the table for my wife when they fell to the floor. She tended to my wounds made by the scathing tea right away and cleaned up the floor as well. I think she came here in her childhood as she had a very good idea of where all the cleaning equipment were kept.
Looking at the radio in our bedroom I remembered the videos of the night. I thought about telling my wife about those but thought she might be angry at me for breaking my promise. As we both sat dull on the bed I decided to break the silence.
“So there was this video last night-”
Shit. I didn’t intent to break the silence with those words. Her eyes gleamed back to me, not with anger. I decided to keep on with it and told her the story. I was so into telling her about the videos that it was only after I finished did I notice the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Can you please get out of the home with me for a sec?”
She had requested me many things in her life but somehow I realized that it was the most important thing she has ever wanted for me.
Under the tree she told me everything.
“Remember the day we fought about none of us having a future because of the way things are going? I went straight to my mom after that and she requested me to go visit my aunt as she’d feeling quite depressed lately. I went to her house, or mansion you should say. She was happy to see her niece after ages but somehow I wasn’t. I didn’t like how that loner of an old woman had so much yet she was feeling what, depressed? How privileged. She had a whole mansion to herself when me and you had to live inside that cramped apartment, both of us having to put up with each other’s shit. Each day I saw her, closely and for the love of my life I couldn’t understand why she was so down all the time. You have everything I could ever want! That’s when it hit me. I can just put her out of her misery. It would benefit her and benefit myself, greatly. I imagined a life where both of us could live here with all the freedom one could want. But I knew that the thoughts will only remain as an imagination. Never could I kill my aunt. But I think one cheat code that old people have is experience. One evening as I was tending to her she told me, “You’re having dark thoughts, haven’t you?” I was taken aback. “What do you mean”?
“You are right, I don’t deserve this.”
I decided not to delve further as I was scared that perhaps she was just rambling about and I would mistakenly let thoughts be known to her. The next day I heard a loud shriek from the roof and by the time I reached there I saw my burning aunt fling herself to the lake.”
I didn’t know how to feel about all this. I couldn’t anger up on her since I knew the thoughts she had were to improve the condition of our lives. She didn’t even act on those impulses. This mansion is nice though, I wondered. “Would I have been able to conceal my desires if I had been in her place?”
“I was absolutely lifeless as I saw the scene.” – She restarted. “But after I read the letter my feelings were left nowhere to shelter itself. The letter was kept under a radio on the table. I tore down the letter and burned it as it could be used for evidence against me as it mentioned my dark thoughts in the end but I don’t know what anyone would’ve done knowing her dark desires in her youth. Getting a girlfriend, a rich one at that in an age where she wouldn’t even be accepted by her own family she moved in with her at this mansion. Secretly, they put each other on their wills as well. Not that my aunt had anything to leave her to. But somehow, someway she killed her. She described it as strangulation but didn’t go much into the details. The guilt had been eating her up ever since and I think my desires pushed her off the edge on the day.”
She was near tears at this point and I held her close. I forgave her. How could I not? Her tears couldn’t stop falling, but mine didn’t fall. It never did.
Until now. Five years later I’m writing this, thinking it would absorb me of my guilt somehow. It won’t. Someway, somehow I killed her. I don’t know if I can enjoy living in this mansion now, but I hope that whoever finds me here can even if that comes at the expense of my life.
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2023.03.30 06:20 uwsobored Should I bring my car in to a Honda mechanic or a 3rd party mechanic?

I got a new 2022 Honda Civic EX back in October, and in the last 5 months I have driven around 5000km. According to what I see, I should be bringing it to service based on what I read online. Honda's maintenance schedule system hasn't said anything yet.
Should I bring my car in for a maintenance checkup or can I wait until the maintenance schedule system tells me to go?
If/when I need to bring it for maintenance, is there an advantage of going to a Honda dealership vs a 3rd party one? I just want my car to last as long as possible and run as smoothly as possible without blowing tons and tons of money just for upkeep..
The other note is that I live in Ontario, Canada where there's quite a bit of snow. I haven't washed my car this year but it seems to be clean from what I can see?
Sorry for the questions, I'm new to owning a car :(
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2023.03.30 06:18 abostrist 12 A. M.

A -
I miss you.
I miss being friends.
I miss before I got too ahead of myself.
I miss seeing you while I work and hearing about your life for hours before you left.
I miss before I ruined any ounce of friendship with you.
Perhaps it's my own fault... Nope. , it is. You've tried to talk.
I just have been avoidant in the issues that need to be addressed. Which causes me to disengage all together.
All I ever needed was to be honest. I haven't been...
No, I've not written to you until now.
Except for when I saw you walking into the shop right as I was leaving. I was in the truck, my boyfriends truck. I don't know if you saw. It definitely frazzled me and I was worried I was going to experience psychosis again.
I remember looking for your car and thinking the coast was clear... Although one looked like yours. I disregard the potential because what were the odds? Welp. I was mistaken because apparently you were there too, and I'm sure you were thinking about it too since that's where I used to work... At least the potential of crossing paths.
Anyway. I'm writing this because I don't know what to do. No, I don't want to speak thru unsent letters again lmao. But I gotta.
I don't know how to be friends - with you or anyone else. Truth is, I have my boyfriend and nobody else I see on a regular basis... except for my coworkers and the toddlers I work with. I clearly don't mind too much because I don't usually go out of my way to make contact with people.
But it would be nice to have strong emotional and dynamic relationships with more people.
This has gone off path of what I wanted. I dunno what I wanted other than to let you know I still think about you. Nearly every day. Still have you on my favorite contacts in case you need me in an emergency. Whatever emergency it mag be, I don't care, I'd still answer.
I care for you, I do. It's hard to justify given my actions. Life is a lot and most of the time I can only focus on my own and my romantic relationship. Maybe I should have never tried to be your friend at all?
I don't think it's true. I'm thankful for your existence in my life even if it goes nowhere else other than where it has been.
That initial hug I gave you still is the most intense hug I've given. Nothing you or anyone else says can convince me that we are not connected in some weird spiritual way.
Whatever that means, I'm not sure.
I do love you - I just don't know how. I don't know if i love you in the way of the "star crossed lovers" expression you made when I shared all of my writing to you.
And that is sad, whether you think so or not.
I spilled my entire being in those letters. Perhaps I was writing about the wrong person. Or not.
Probabaly was wrong though. I'm always wrong. And I'm always stubborn, just as you are.
God my brain is going to explode if I continue.
I'm happy with who I'm with. I feel like I have a goal. A life to work toward. I'm lucky in a lot of ways. I have a job I love now. Stability I have craved is soon to be mine to build.
I know the odds are slim, but truly I hope not because...
I hope you're at least a litrle bit okay.
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2023.03.30 06:12 speegal WIBTA for selling my Christmas gift?

I (22F) am a clean freak. I like to make sure my areas are sanitised. I also have a car that I love. It is not fancy, but it is special to me. I like to keep it very clean.
Last year, just before Christmas, I had a conversation with Boyfriend (32M). I said how I liked the idea of having leather seat covers for my car. I explained how icky I felt, knowing my car seat was absorbing skin cells, sweat and other gross stuff, and I was sitting in it. I wanted to just wipe my car seats with disinfectant and could be comfortable knowing it was disinfected.
My Boyfriend said leather was unnecessary and that wetsuit fabric was better. I was concerned that it would be absorbent instead of waterproof, but he insisted it was fine and that it was more comfortable than leather. He said that he had seat covers in this fabric before and loved them, and that I should get them too. He showed me some photos on his phone, asking which I liked. They were all a bit ugly, but the black ones were okay, not my style though. I really should have clued in here.
I was not convinced, but I have never used a wetsuit and thought maybe the material is actually waterproof. I did not think much of the conversation, though I did feel a little annoyed that he hadn’t listened.
A few days later, my Boyfriend came to me looking pleased. He asked me to guess what he had ordered me for Christmas. I couldn’t guess. Eventually he told me he had ordered the wetsuit fabric seat covers. He looked happy, so I didn’t say anything negative, though I was disappointed. In hindsight, I should have been honest and asked him to refund them.
When I got the covers, they were worse than I had expected. The colour is grey, and they are totally absorbent. We put them in my car, and I hate them. They don’t stay in place, and are difficult to wash or vacuum. Until now, I have used them because I don’t have an excuse for replacing them and it would disappoint my Boyfriend. However, I drive more for work now and am sick of them. I do not eat or drink in my car because I worry something will fall on the seat and I will never be able to clean it. It is also a reminder of how my Boyfriend did not listen to me, which is frustrating.
I should note that my intention is not to be ungrateful, it is sweet that he was trying to give me advice. And it was nice that he bought me them for Christmas. However, these seats are not what I wanted, and I tried my best to communicate that to him before they were ordered. Part of me feels like he ordered them for himself, not me.
So this brings me to a question: Would it wrong to sell the wetsuit fabric car seats to replace them with the seat covers I actually wanted?
Thank you for reading.
TL; DR – I said I wanted one type of car seat and my Boyfriend got me the opposite and I hate them. Would I be the asshole if I sold them?
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2023.03.30 05:58 PalpitationTypical25 Is my MB in the right?

I’m scared to type this because I’m not sure if my MB has Reddit and will see this since it’s very specific. I just need to know others opinions sorry it might be long. So today I was with MB and DB in the car.
They were discussing that DB has to talk to his workers because they are talking and never getting their work done. MB said “you have to talk to them right my name I always try to reel it back it when I see “my name” and them talking” but she was cut off before she could as my opinion. I’m so hurt. Whenever I talk to the other workers “housekeeper, etc” it’s usually when I’m washing dishes or cleaning something.
I work over 12+ a day and I don’t really get a break. I’m always moving and I never talk to the other workers over 5+ minutes. MB always calls me when I’m talking to them but I never made the connection that she was limiting the conversation.
I am now realizing she always called so give me something to do but, always ends up sending me back because I was in the middle of cleaning something . I’m so hurt and I’m wondering if I’m being dramatic. PS I’m always moving to the point where all the other workers are always telling me to take a 5 min break or sit down even MB tells me she’s scared I’ll get burned out because she always sees me working. Also, I know it’s less than 5 minutes because I keep a timer on my phone for tasks.
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2023.03.30 05:58 keletr14 Should I see a lawyer or accept money offered by Insurance company after a car wreck?

I was rear ended 2 days ago. (Location: South Carolina) I have never been in any sort of a collision, ever. the person admitted fault and immediately started a claim on their phone. I have already been contacted by their insurance company.
I was hit in a car pool line while wearing my seatbelt at an elementary school while I had been stopped for 15-30 seconds. My 5 year old unbuckled herself, and got her backpack on and was about to get out. I had my neck slightly turned looking at her and then we were hit. My daughter was pushed forward and then fell back into the seat and hit her head.
The speed limit is 10 MPH in the car pool line. There was very little traffic at this time and the person who hit me was able to drive in from the main entrance of the school to the front of the carpool line without having a reason to stop (like stopped cars in front of her) up until the front where drop off is. I don’t know what speed she was going but she was absolutely not going anywhere near 10. And it was uphill. Everyone that has seen my car has estimated she was probably going between 25-35 and is absolutely shocked at the amount of damaged that occurred in a car line.
I do have a front dash camera that recorded the accident and you can tell I was hit pretty hard and my car was pushed toward about 10 feet (uphill, with my foot on the break If that matters). The other driver Told me at different points they had no idea what happened, then they said they were turned around handing their child their bookbag, and then later said they accidentally hit the gas instead of the breaks.
My car is significantly more damaged than hers is. I wouldn’t say it’s severe damage but it’s significant. No one from the insurance company has seen it yet. My bumper is caved in and my trunk/back hatch is crinkled, cracked, and uneven (my car is an SUV) her car was larger than mine and the front bumper is slightly popped off and was cut across like a foot. No one’s Airbags went off and the cars are still drivable.
Instantly after being hit my head and neck started hurting. We waited for a police report and I got one. I immediately took both of my children to their doctor. My oldest (5) who was standing up getting their backpack on was complaining about a headache. The doctor said one pupil was slightly larger than the other and that we needed to keep an eye on it and immediately bring her to the ER if there was any other concerning behavior. Another doctor was called in for a second opinion and also agreed the pupils were not the same size. My daughter has a bump on her head where she hit. The area around her eye is now bruised a little bit. (I did take photos). The pediatrician said my 2 year old seemed normal. I then went to urgent care. They said my neck was inflamed and sprained. The diagnosis sheet said I had acute back pain and to follow up in 2 weeks. I was prescribed 2 things (I don’t remember what at the moment) and I picked them up same day from the pharmacy.
I am in a lot of pain still. Even with cream, heating pad, and prescription medicine. My neck hurts, my shoulders hurt, my back hurts bad, my knees hurt, under my arms hurt, my tailbone hurts and my ears are ringing off and on.
The person at fault insurance company (USAA) called me today. They offered me $7,000 total for injury ($2500 for me, $2500 for my child that was injured, $1500 for my child that doesn’t seem to be injured, and $500 as a “buffer”). I am a little concerned because I was told that the buffer money could be used if I was contacted with extra bills from medical Insurance, but that I shouldn’t be. I said I wasn’t ready to make a decision at the moment. She asked me if I had a different amount in mind. I said I wasn’t ready to discuss that. She also offered to give me the money and pay for any additional medial treatment we needed in the future. I still stated I wasn’t ready to make a decision and she is planning on calling me back next week.
I am having multiple family members and friends tell me I need to at least see a lawyer for a free consult. I do think I am planning on doing that. Other family members and friends are telling me I should counter a little higher and not risk wasting a bunch of time for only a little more $, which is the only reason I am reluctant. I don’t plan on signing anything until I’m 100% sure we are all ok long term. Nothing at all has been done besides an auto body shop is supposed to call me to set up an appointment to get my car in. Thank you in advance for any advice.
I am absolutely horrified thinking about how this could’ve ended if the person had hit me 30-45 seconds later when my kid would’ve been getting out of the car.
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2023.03.30 05:46 Lunastasia_IV F4M21+ Hello there

𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚
Hello and welcome, Lunastasia, I'm an enigma of your writing pleasure be it mine or yours. I'm rebranding myself. Roleplaying for me is a fun hobby. I'm not here to hook up, happily taken, My partner and I are writers. I will write ERP/DRP/Smut etc. That's not my focus. This might come off as rough or I'm a asshole. I apologize in advance but I'm just a tired roleplayer.
𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙈𝙚
I'm an Adult 27 years of age. That being said I work full time. I've been roleplaying since young enough to remember AIM. I am Female behind this screen if it matters to you. I'm a Detailed Story Teller but sometimes I get lazy. My grammar and spelling may sometimes be off. I AM HUMAN, Will Happily write 2-4 paragraphs. I prefer Quality over Quantity respectively I won't write a book. 250 words to 500 words only. Your welcome to type a book but I won't match it. For the love of God don't give me one sentence responses. My starters will always be long.
To End A War (Craving)
Sophate and Anoria had been fighting for ages after Anoria had murder the previous King of Sophate during a summit. After the death of Y/C's father. Y/C swore to avenge him with the assistance of his people. Sophate and Anoria went to war. Years of war Y/C would be called a Tyrant a Warlord with no sense of Mercy. Rumors whispered though Anoria as Y/C began claiming land. Years of death and war both kingdom's wanted a solution. That was an Arranged Marriage. Y/C suspected a trap.
>!Anoria was supposed to marry his eldest daughter to Y/C but in turn choose his youngest as a punishment for her miss spoken judgements. Except Y/C had no idea he was marrying a women. Who was currently leading the Anoria rebellion against her father's back.
Y/C had set his own trap this time not taking a chance demanding that he was to have the princess's virginity the first night of the peace talks. A ball to celebrated of their engagement. While Y/C makes his move and to capture the King and behead him after he had claimed the Kings daughter. While M/C is busy trying to make sure that her father doesn't interrupt the Engagement.!<
His Saving Grace - Modern Day Roleplay (craving)
Y/C had it all the car, the women of his dreams, and more importantly a business that made him millions. He thought his life was perfect. Except it all came crashing down when he had discovered his wife of 10 years decided to cheat on him. He came home one night after the company's big announcement, confused why she was not there, only to find her in bed with another man in their home. Y/C was crushed to the point his productivity slipped. He was drinking and depressed he couldn't get out of the funk. To top everything off she was demanding a divorce and alimony that he didn't want to fight. All while on the sidelines his partner was having to watch him go down him. M/C picked up the slack for having to care for things while Y/C was depressed. To the point she was doing things, she shouldn't have to do. Making sure he had clean clothes and ate for the day. She was growing concerned but it finally boiled over. When she could no longer see him wallowing in self-pity. He deserved better. She helped him get a good divorce lawyer and was prepared to help him fight the Alimony and now he found out his soon-to-be ex-wife is pregnant and he doesn't know what to do.
Reunited At Last - Bootleggers Plot
>! - Their Past - Y/C and M/C have been in the trenches of WWI. Y/C was a trench raider, and M/C was a nurse with the Red Cross. They had gotten along since the beginning, and every time they crossed paths, it was flirtatious and innocent joining the way when both of them were barely adults. They took small moments with one another when she was busy patching up people. He took just the idle moments between one another. Toward the end of the war, they were both darker both tormented by the things they saw. Separated the day he was injured, near death, he was pushed into their hospital resources were low, and they were going to allow him to die. She fought people to help him and saved his life till she took it upon herself to save his life. When he was breathing again after nearly dying. She was ripped away and thrown in a brig till she was sent back to America for disobeying doctors' orders and using resources. She was told he had died and soon had to live with that but, miscommunications on the field he was very much alive. - Reunited - After WWI the men that returned were haunted by the horrors the Germans caused on the battlefield. Many turned to the bottle others drowned themselves in work. Men flocked to America for new opportunities. Y/C and a friend decided that they wanted to get into the booze business but that quickly soured. As his friend wound up in prison. The Eighteenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution took away licenses to do business from the brewers, distillers, vintners, and the wholesale and retail sellers of alcoholic beverages, and in 1920 alcohol was outlawed, thus beginning a new war. Deciding it was best to get into the bootlegging business. The novelty soon finds himself more drinking from the bottle than actually making his business run till he runs back into M/C who was working for a large crime family as a Doctor.!<
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2023.03.30 05:44 Complex_Pension_1704 Should I quit my new job?

Hey everyone so I recently saw a job posting about a restaurant near me (5 mins) hiring for different positions, one being dishwasher ofc. I was hired and have been working for the past five days. Although I understand I’m still “training” I’m not sure it’s worth it. Out of the 25 hrs I’ve worked so far I’ve probably only washed dishes for 2 of them. Everyday I’m expected to sweep, double mop and vacuum the whole restaurant, clean the bathrooms (replace soap, toilet paper, wipes seats, change garbages, etc.) then I’m sometimes given random side quests such as making bread and wrapping silverware. My final straw was today when a panty liner in the trash got stuck to my glove while I was cleaning the bathrooms. Wet food doesn’t bother me but this was just too much. I’m aware that jobs sometimes have you do other things but this doesn’t seem like a dishwasher position to me. It seems like I’m stuck doing whatever responsibilities are left depending on the day. They have one machine and sometimes 2 other dishwashers already there. So i get stuck doing bread and wonder why i was even hired . I suffer from anxiety and Reddit has convinced me this was the perfect job for me. I washed dishes at my old job sometimes and I enjoyed it so I thought this would be a great option. The 2 hours I did wash I actually enjoyed it’s just the extra tasks. I’m a girl btw and not the strongest. The tasks I’m given sometimes are hard on me psychically. I only picked up this job to help me get my first car. I want to know are these responsibilities normal? I don’t want to give up on dishwashing but I’m truly not happy here. Any advice I would appreciate greatly.
TLDR: Been at new job for five days and only washed dishes 2 hrs in total. Job has me doing random tasks. Is this normal? is it worth it?
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2023.03.30 05:42 f1newsbot Verstappen reveals extent of Saudi Arabian GP weekend illness

Formula 1 world champion Max Verstappen has revealed the extent of the illness he suffered in the build-up to the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, and that he was “physically limited” through the race weekend as a result.
Verstappen missed his Thursday media commitments at the last race in Jeddah due to the illness, but arrived at the circuit in time for Friday practice and did not mention his condition again during the weekend.
But ahead of this weekend’s Australian GP, the Red Bull driver said that he had been significantly more unwell than he admitted at the time and had been quite shocked by it.
“I refused to believe it myself for a long time,” said Verstappen.
“At home I was really ill, I could barely just walk around. I felt like was missing a lung!
“I got to the weekend really believing that it was gone, because normally when you get sick, two or three days afterwards you’re alright, you can just do your work.
“But then when I jumped in the car in FP1, even with just one performance lap I felt like I had to recover for two laps to be able to breathe normally.
“So it definitely did affect me throughout the weekend, which I didn’t like.
“It was one of the first races where I felt I was physically limited, and that’s really frustrating when you’re in the car.”
Verstappen only started 15th in Saudi Arabia due to a driveshaft failure in qualifying, but then came through to second in the race behind team-mate Sergio Perez.
He suspected the physical challenge of the Jeddah track made it a particularly tough weekend to have a physical problem.
“Since then I’ve been trying to work on it, trying to improve it, and I do think it has improved a lot. So this weekend should be alright,” he said of his fitness coming into Melbourne.
“I think it was just all coming together in Jeddah. It’s quite a tough track in general, if you don’t feel well it hits hard on you.”
After Australia, F1 has a break of nearly a month until the Azerbaijan GP due to the planned Chinese GP being cancelled and not replaced.
Verstappen admitted that he hadn’t been keen on that calendar gap until his illness but was now glad of it.
“For me now this three weeks is just for getting back to full fitness and getting a full [training] programme in,” he said. “So in a way it’s probably nice now. Normally if you feel well, I’d just prefer to keep racing.”
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