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Ideas for Christmas!

2014.10.27 02:14 Ideas for Christmas!

Share any ideas you have for Christmas. * How are you decorating your house? * How are you decorating your garden? * What type of gifts are you going to give this year? * What do you want for Christmas? * How are you decorating your tree? * What are your traditions for Christmas? * How do you celebrate advent? And anything else that is to do with Christmas!

2023.06.02 12:45 Impressive_Knee2484 Dispute over use of an entry at the back of my parents house

There is an entry at the back of my parents house. On the other side of the entry is another property. The woman who lives in the other property has effectively annexed the entry, she has laid down AstroTurf and put paddling pools and decorations all around it and uses it as her own garden because her actual back garden in a small area.
Approx nine months ago the woman was decorating the entry and was about to screw hanging baskets into my parents back wall. My mum was outside at the time and asked them NOT to screw into the wall because it is made of sandstone and it would affect the integrity of the wall. The woman and her husband responded by saying "it's a shit wall" (irrelevant point), waited for my mum to go in and screwed the hanging baskets in anyway.
No less than 3 months later during a winter freeze my mums back wall cracked and fell down in the exact area where the hanging baskets had been screwed into it (we have pictures of the aftermath). This wall had stood for over a hundred years and our other neighbours also have the same sandstone wall which is still standing for them, this leads me to believe that the integrity of the wall was compromised by them screwing the hanging baskets into it despite being asked not to.
Nevertheless, my mum paid £6000 out of her own money to get the back wall rebuilt and didn't ask the neighbour for a penny and she has no intention of asking them for anything. We know in all likelihood that it was the neighbours actions that destroyed the wall but we had no intention of telling them that or accusing them because we just accepted the wall needs replacing and paid it ourselves. The woman kept labouring the point about how it was a "shit wall" and it coming down had nothing to do with them despite the fact we never accused her once. After she persistently tried to absolve herself of any blame we did tell her the wall came down in the exact area where the hanging baskets where because we've got no time for gaslighters or history revisionists. We don't want her money but we do want the truth.
My mum opted to get a back door put into the new wall as she previously didn't have one. She does have the right to use the entry because the council sent her a alley gate key when the alley gate was put in several years ago.
The woman from the neighbouring property was annoyed by this and said my mum needs permission to put a back gate in. She is also unhappy that my mum now has access because she wants this annexed area to effectively be her garden because in her words "I'm used to having a garden" and my mum is ruining her experience by putting a back door in.
My mum has said to the neighbour that she can still use the entry space but every once in a while one of our family may walk through it as it gives quicker access to the nearby train station.
This woman is struggling to come to terms with the idea that it is a PUBLIC entry and her sense of entitlement is beginning to annoy me, she has been heard several times on the phone to her daughter effing and blinding about two plant pots my mum put on either side of the new back door that was put in. She is also leaving large obstacles like paddling pools in front of the entry gate to block access.
My mum went to get the bus this morning and used the entry gate to get out, my mum then moved the paddling pool out of the way of the gate so people can walk through, the woman from the property came storming out and followed my mum to the bus stop and watched her get on the bus, so she rang my brother to tell him to keep an eye on what she's upto because she seems a bit unhinged.
They're not the type of people that can be reasoned with they just shout loudly and make illogical and incoherent arguments rooted in entitlement and their own selfish feelings, they also have zero accountability.
Are there any legal arguments I can make to put this entitled family in their place?
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2023.06.02 12:40 kissmylys can you tell me if this story sounds plausible?

so previously, i posted that my family knows abt my pregnancy & is quite thrilled. however, i have made arrangements for abortion. my mother knows how much i do not want this child, but i’ve been pretending to be happy for weeks now. helping her plan, decorations, etc… (i am so drained from pretending)
i haven’t seen an ultrasound, i haven’t heard a heartbeat, i have no idea what is actually going on inside my stomach.
my first prenatal appt is a week after my surgical abortion, which would be on a wednesday.
my plan is to start “bleeding” that monday, and tell her i’ve called the OBGYN & they told me not to worry because it’s most likely late implantation bleeding.
tuesday, im going to have really bad cramps & bleed even more & let her know what’s going on.
wednesday, is the OBGYN appt & im still going to go because my mother wants to attend the first prenatal appt. of course, i told her i don’t want her in the room because they will be “probing” me & it would be embarrassing having her watch.
after the ultrasound, i assume that the doctor would ask me how long i’ve been bleeding, & have i been hurting, etc… i will of course tell them for a few days, at that point, im guessing they’ll tell me i’m not longer pregnant.
i’m not planning on telling the OBGYN i’ve had an abortion, because i’ve been reading that they can’t tell the difference between spontaneous abortion and intentional.
then, they’ll probably discuss why i had the “miscarriage.” & i’ll bring my mother into the room for that discussion, because i do suffer from PCOS, & i am underweight for my age.
i’ll be distraught & in tears, wondering what did i do wrong. of course, i’ll later explain how i saw it as a blessing & a second chance at life.
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2023.06.02 12:25 Rhion-618 Just One Drop - Ch 88

Chapter 88 - From All I Believed

Morning, Two days before Shel
Captain Setar suppressed a smile as she watched the Ops door close. “Well, that was interesting…Ce’lani is a little cranky.” The last vestiges of sleep clung to her as she settled down into the command chair. She felt worn out, but it was the cusp of dawn, and Pod Seven had only just turned over control. “Report on station?”
“The perimeter’s secure,” Jelki replied crisply, pulling up the map of the campus on the main screen. “Pod One is on station and reports twelve by twelve. Sgt Ma’reis is already complaining about janitor duty.”
“Ah, first pod problems.” Setar shook her head, rubbing her eyes and blowing gently on her mug of tea. “What about the objective?”
“The objective’s secure,” Re’lan piped up, already sounding chipper. The woman could have been priestess of Jrafell. Her unwavering cheeriness would have been a character fault if she weren’t so devoted. As it was, it was a damned penance for everyone else at this time of day.
Jelke finished running the obligatory shift change checks and stretched. Things wouldn't get interesting until breakfast, but watching the perimeter was a given. It didn't keep the curiosity out of her voice, as she cocked her head and glanced over. “What was interesting with Captain Ton’is, Ma’am?”
“Mm! Well… it appears she’s expecting a call from Professor Warrick today,” Setar drawled out, taking a moment to savor their reaction. “She felt a need to remind me she’s devoted to Hele, and that if Be’ona or I let her sleep through the call, she’s going to ‘fuck us up the ass with a lasrifle and pull the trigger’.”
Re’lan was probably blushing like a cadet, but Jelke shook her head ruefully. “I expect there's a ‘but’ in there somewhere, Captain?”
“Well, yeah, she said that’s where the rifle would go…” Setar sniggered before taking a long sip from her tea, and slid a bit lower in the command couch. Her eyes wandered to the traffic on the board. “She also made it clear what’ll happen if anybody listens in.”
Thoughtful silence descended. Setar almost counted to twelve before-
“We’re going to anyway, right Captain?” Jelke asked nonchalantly. “You know, for security’s sake?”
“Sergeant, that would be a base infringement of Captain Ton’is’ privacy, which is in fucking short supply for everyone in this bunker.” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, watching the steam rise from her mug. “Deeps right we are.”
_ _ _
Lady Wicama regarded her guest with interest as their autocab plied its way about the outskirts of Prelitauri. While she’d been free and cheerfully able to accommodate Khelira’s request, Monsignor Santino Barcio, or Friar Barcio, as he preferred, was not at all what she’d been expecting. She supposed it was a matter of exposure…
The Palace had never quite been the same since Princess Yn’dara’s wedding. Yn’dara was one of those odd Royals who, though well-regarded, was seldom in the public eye. A perennial favorite of the Empress, indulging her unexplained absences passed as a matter of course for the Court. Widely known to be estranged from her mother, Princess Arduina, no one enquired either deeply or often, so when she suddenly resurfaced, her return would have equally passed without comment… if not for the wedding.
Yn’dara had shocked the entire Nobility.
While it was common for any woman to marry into an established family and become a kho, the wedding should have been singular for a Princess. Princesses didn’t marry into families, Princesses formed them. And while Yn’dara technically had done so, she’d taken on four unmarried women at the same time as her husband, who was a Human! Favorite or no, the wags in the court were agog that the Empress accepted Adam so readily! The Empress, however, had been adamant; Yn’dara and her family had her blessings, and were to be left alone.
However, time had proven to be on Yn’dara’s side as well as the Empress.
After a wedding seen across the galaxy, Yn’dara’s family settled into a life of public duty. They spent long trips away from Shil, and while quietly dismissed as ‘pleasure excursions’, her trips often showed the throne to the outer provinces. Although her public engagements were few, she’d become a vocal advocate of the Empress’ reforms against graft and corruption, and, gradually, the jealous mutters about scandalous excess and Human debauchery faded away. Her marriage remained an unusual footnote, but time had demonstrated the value of Yn’dara and her wives to the throne.
Then there was Prince Adam.
Rumor held the Prince had made a favorable impression on the Empress years before, at an event hosted by Yn’dara’s mother. While details had never been forthcoming, a more significant story about Adam wafted briefly through the ranks of the Golden Glaives.
Both stories had been effectively silenced, but Wicama knew who to talk to, and being Khelira’s guardian carried a certain clout all its own. Though that influence waxed and waned over the years, raising Khelira required being aware of events that could shape her future, and she’d proven herself to be discreet. Over time, doors had opened and words had flowed.
Time had been on Prince Adam’s side, as well.
As the years passed, she’d had an exposure to Prince Adam that few of the court and none of the public enjoyed. She’d been wary at first, but he’d been a good friend and mentor to Princess Khelandri before she joined the Marines, and however infrequent his presence, he always displayed a keen mind, a loving heart, and a steadfast duty to his wives. Privately, he absolutely doted on young Khelira and possessed a loyalty to the Empress that you could bend battlesteel around. The two got along famously - after all, he was a veteran.
Not Navy, mind you, but you couldn’t have everything.
And so, as Humanity began making forays upon the galactic stage, her first impression of the species had been favorable. She’d witnessed Adam mature into his role with the court, and while the issue of children remained unspoken, that faded as well. At the time, Yn’dara had been sixth in the line of succession. A year after the wedding, Kamaud’re became an adult, followed a year later by Khelandri, and the matter became largely moot.
As for a second impression on Humans, Khelira had provided enthusiastic reports about Thomas Warrick. While the Princess thrived at the Academy, Warrick seemed to be something special.
The absence of a father in her life had been a void that no woman could properly fill, but she’d done her best. Although she’d entertained a few qualms, as the months passed by, Warrick remained a positive influence. Khelira’s messages were infrequent by necessity, but she’d written about her distress over Warrick’s family and clearly been moved. Prince Adam carried his own scars, but what veteran didn’t? He hid them carefully around Khelli, and if Warrick had chosen not to, he’d provided a useful sense of perspective, instead. It was time for Khelira to grow up, and that meant facing the grist of differing opinions and ugly realities. That was what education was actually for, and Warrick seemed to be doing admirably well as a grindstone.
All of that was before the library incident, which settled her opinion once and for all. While erratic, irreverent, and capable of violence, Humans clearly could be a positive influence when channeled in the right direction. Yn’dara had shown what a good Shil’vati woman was capable of with Prince Adam, and Lady Pel’avon was following suit.
And at least the wags at the Palace wouldn’t speak of Yn’dara’s state wedding again. As a subject for spectacle, Miv’eire Pel’avon’s had put it to shame.
Still, it was good to see Warrick married. While Professor Ha’meres scandalous exploits had faded from the public eye, older wo… more mature women didn’t forget such things. The man had been a daring adventurer - and an inveterate gadabout - and an unmarried man around that many young women was too tempting for some girls. A wife or two… preferably more… resolved such idle fancies. If the Pel’avon ceremony had been somewhat… questionable in taste, compared to Adam’s, it remained legally binding. Warrick was willing to settle down, and by all reports his wife had a proper sense of decorum.
Human men seemed to be a trial from the Goddess, but hopefully she and her kho-wife could sort him with time, love, and kindness.
While exposure to only two Humans was not what she’d call a comprehensive sample, in both cases her impressions had been quite positive. And so, when Khelli asked her to escort a Human Priest about the city, she’d been entirely willing.
Thus far, it had been an enjoyable morning. While there had been occasional missteps, their conversation had been delightful as they traveled from property to property. Even so, she hadn’t expected to meet such a kindred spirit.
Admittedly she’d stammered a bit when he mentioned eating the flesh and drinking the blood of his redeemer. On the other hand, she compared it to the first time she’d bled into the ocean, mingling salt in her blood with the seas. He’d turned shockingly pale, so she changed the subject. It was a purely symbolic act to Drepna - just a cut on the thumb, for goddess sake...
She’d taken extra care afterwards. Barcio could be clearly a sensitive male, but diplomacy was part of her work. Even calling her role ‘work’ was deceptive. She’d raised Khelira in every way an Empress could not.
It was easy for other women to appreciate the prestige of her position, but few understood the depth of it - or the satisfaction.
During her career in the Navy, her flotilla had provided direct support for the Empress, and they’d come to work closely over three tours. After Khelira’s birth years later, the invitation came from the Royal Household to act as her guardian, and she’d never looked back. Competition had been fierce for the prestigious position, but applying had been the best move of her life.
Empress Kamilesh loved all her children and had spent as much time with each of them as she could, but her work was all-consuming, and after her husband’s act of… Well, the Empress had been there, but she’d born her pain privately. She had lost herself in her work for many years before recovering a semblance of her former self, and her absence had taken a toll on her children. Kamaud’re had taken it the worst. Khelandri had bounced back, while everyone doted on Lu’ral. Barely more than an infant, Khelira had been far too young to remember. Wicama had been there through all of it.
It was a good life, and the princess was a delightful girl. For Wicama, the absence of a man in her life was something she’d felt now and then, but she invested her life in Khelira. The Empress treated her as a member of the family in all but name… and in a very real sense, the child you raised was your child.
Looking back, some women might insinuate she’d given up her personal life to raise another woman’s daughter. They couldn’t have been more wrong.
She had her calling - just as Friar Barcio had his.
Yes, he was a priest, and his religious strictures were very unusual. A male priest in any of the Shil’vati faiths would never be placed under such restraints, and for a man to go unmarried was noteworthy…
But she understood having a calling. Oh yes, she understood that as few others could.
After discussing his needs, they’d set out to examine three properties around Prelitauri. The Friar’s individual requirements were deceptively difficult when taken as a whole. A complex coupling a generous auditorium, ample administrative space, and he clearly needed substantial grounds to properly convey a sense of aura. Such accommodations were seldom on the market, and since he expected his colleagues to arrive in weeks, his need was immediate.
Thankfully, urban renewal moved in waves. The tides of such fashions meant Prelitauri was once again an up-and-coming area. While difficult to find, three older structures had the potential to be suitable, and so it was that she’d enjoyed learning about her guest as they explored the tiny district.
The Monsignor spoke four other Earth languages fluently. He tended to break into his native tongue and hadn’t mastered contractions yet, but his Vatikre was passable and he listened carefully, seldom needing to ask about a word. After limiting her contractions when she spoke, their conversation flowed easily.
Barcio had shown little enthusiasm for the first two properties, but their conversation regarding other matters never waned. She expanded on her devotion to Drepna, Shil and the roles of each goddess while asking careful questions of his faith. His own inquiries proved thoughtful, and he was as avid in politely asking after her beliefs as explaining his faith.
After their second hour together, she’d taken the liberty of calling Prelate Hi’meta Merlamiss. As a priestess of Drepna’s second circle, Merlamiss had proven a valuable contact over the years. Well connected, she enjoyed a good relationship with many other prelates of the Divine Halls; she also got on well with Xinfess, the Rakiri’s Speaker of the Dark Mother on Shil. A meeting with Barcio would readily open doors for his group that might otherwise prove difficult to attain, and while Barcio’s accent strained now and then, it was clear the Monsignor and the Prelate shared a questionably low sense of humor.
Given a chance, they’d probably get on famously.
Certainly, that would be a blessing. Their hunt for a suitable facility had not gone nearly so well, and while Barcio had been conciliatory toward the first two facilities, she could tell he wasn’t taken with either. The last property wasn’t high in her expectations, so she found herself casting her head to the side when it swept into view and he clasped his hands in excitement.
”*È bella!* This is beautiful,” he exclaimed. “It reminds me a bit of my childhood home in Sacile!”
She looked out at the complex with its low gabled roofs, as their cab wound up from the entrance. Beside the drive, a small river meandered through the campus past the main buildings. She tapped the console to slow their ride and considered the place in a new light. “I’m… well, a bit surprised to be honest, Friar.”
“Please! We have been traveling for hours now, and I am not holding a service.” The Friar spared her a warm smile, before gazing back at the premises. “I would take it as a great kindness if you would call me Santino.”
“Very well - on the condition you call me Wicama.” It had been some time since anyone called her by anything but title or rank, and the informality was pleasant. Still, as their autocab closed on the end of the lane, she let such thoughts go and considered the location properly.
The buildings were low, sensible cubes, but that was largely an end to it. The architect had made some unusual choices in Helkam motifs that strained understanding. A long colonnade bordered the river, and that seemed nice enough, but the buildings! Forgoing purple was one thing, but they were beige! With unusual elements and the repressively bland color scheme, it was small wonder the clerk handling the property confessed that the space had lain vacant. Its original owners went into foreclosure. The exotic design had proven unable to attract interest, laying dormant ever since.
Barcio… Santino… seemed delighted, however, and she pulled up the specifications on her omni-pad. “This site has two smaller auditoriums besides the main one, while the central building has four floors. One is underground, but all the floors face an interior atrium.”
As the cab gently halted in the car park, she climbed out to hold the door but Santino had already scrambled out and was examining the gardens with evident interest. Tall stands of parago trees were losing the last of their fronds for the year, but she had to admit the grounds were substantial. Yesterday’s storm had left the morning air cold and crisp, lending the gardens an appealing aspect. Untended since the last owners, much could be done with them.
She had given up trying to escort the Friar anywhere after their first two stops, and now they fell into an easy pace side by side as they strolled toward the main building. She turned back to the property itself. “So, this reminds you of your home?”
It wasn’t exactly Helkam architecture - domes weren’t covering every possible surface - but the builder had clearly been nodding in that direction. A promenade wound to the entry, supporting white chevrons that arced into the sky. The bright morning sky shone through clever cutouts, making the unusual design at least look light, rather than oppressive and unappealing. With a decent renovation, the facility had possibilities, and the price was comparatively low.
“*Si!* Oh, not so much like home, but there is the sense of it. I was born near the sea, and this feels… similar.” He gave her a depreciating smile before rolling his eyes. “It may not please everyone who is coming, but ‘everyone’ is not here, so I am allowed some indulgence! Better to have something waiting than nothing at all. I confess, some of my colleagues thought we’d only manage when the bridge to Messina is finished.”
“You should not have been sent ahead alone! Surely your colleagues were not that worried about a poor reception,” she tutted. Priest or no, there were decencies about a man traveling alone to be observed. “You shouldn't need a bridge to find a place for your mission. I don’t know where Messina is, but I’m certain Prelate Marlemis wouldn’t stand for it!”
“Tch! Excuse my poor efforts! The older I get, the more I remember things like yesterday. Unfortunately, the yesterdays I remember so well were thirty years ago!” Barcio smiled wryly up at her as they walked. “The ‘bridge to Messina’ used to be a saying… People dreamed of building a bridge to Sicily, and it became something that never happened. My English friends would instead say ‘when hell freezes over’. *Un'espressione volgare*, but very much to the point.”
“Ah… I’m sure we can manage something, and this could be made presentable. Maybe change the beige to a pale violet?” she offered helpfully as she made it to the door first, holding it open. “The aura inside isn’t so bad.”
“You’ve said that several times, but I do not know what you mean?” He paused in looking around the entry, which had an open foyer exposing the two floors above and led out to the atrium beyond. “What is ‘aura’? I do not think I know the word as you mean it.”
“Aura is… Hmm…” Wicama paused thoughtfully and gestured at the atrium. The interior was in better shape than the grounds, and the architect had done something clever. Not yet noon, a bevel along the top edge filled the space with sunlight. “Have you ever walked along a beach and wanted to save a shell? When you are there, that is aura… When you take the shell home and think of the beach, that is aura, but… less focused. Diminished. You sense the beach because of the shell, but you are not at the beach. Places can have aura, but it is more than character. If you move through a place and find yourself experiencing it? That is aura.”
“Mhm! *lodevole!*“I like this idea very much. It would be right at home in the Vatican. Not everyone understands a space can move the spirit, or lend power to a message.” He nodded thoughtfully as he cast his eye about the open space. “With the right advice, perhaps we can lead others to these halls.”
“Perhaps. If you tour the Palace, I hope you’ll allow me to show you about? A lot of the real gems are hidden from the public.” She watched as he wandered toward the double-helixed stairways bordering the room. Those were definitely Helkam; walking up one side without meeting someone coming down the other was an interesting experience… once. After that, they could be an absolute nuisance. Spotting the elevators, she called him back. “The nice thing is this place is inexpensive! That will pad out your funds for a good remodel.”
Wicama quietly thanked the Goddesses that the builder’s had the good sense to install normal Shil’vati-style elevators. The sides were open, granting a wide view out over the atrium. The grounds were terraced to create a small park; that could make the underground space bearable, and the plans made them seem spacious enough. Not to everyone’s taste, but pretty. “I feel bad for asking, but can you afford the building? If the price of the first two bothered you, we can find others.”
“I would not hear of it! Thank you for your concern, but we are economical with our funds, and were sent with a generous sum. This is an important venture to everyone involved,” Barcio clasped a hand over his chest, as he shook his head. “I can not thank you enough for your help! You have surely spared me weeks, and I might not have found something half so suitable. As it is, the grounds are enough to gain me converts. Father Roscio and Pastor Weber will surely plant a vineyard before the inside is half done!”
“It’s not a problem. I have plenty of time,” she replied, dismissing the matter as inconsequential. “I work at the Palace, but with the Court away and my daughter at school, I’m a bit at loose ends just now. At the very least, I insist on helping you through the paperwork. I wouldn’t put it past some realty clerks to try and overcharge you… Someone from outside Shil, that is. I’ll ensure they stick to the listing.”
“To someone not from Shil… or someone who is not Shil’vati, perhaps?” His head canted slightly to one side, but he smiled as he said it. “*Certamente!* I would not dream of preventing you, though Rabbi Kleinbaum will be bitterly disappointed she has nothing to moan about.”
“I hope you won't take this badly, as I’ve only met one Human.” Wicama gave him a smile. She was long past girlish uncertainty, and the Navy had taught her a generous measure of professional poise to go with her skills as a markswoman. “You aren’t what I expected.”
“You know the professore, then?” He sucked in a breath and pursed his lips. “I am still deciding what sort of man he is.”
“No, actually, I know another Human but I’ve not… I have not… met Professor Warrick.”
“So. You mean that I am not *un barbaro*? I am here to make sure that we are seen as something more than savage warriors, *capisci*?” He studied her expectantly. “While the Imperium is doing good work on Earth, some still live in want. The Imperium provides enough for all to survive, but not all live in plenty. We need to present ourselves well.”
”That seems like a very secular outlook.” She offered, as they rode up to the third floor. Barcio asked for an explanation of the word, and by the time they’d made their way through the first offices he had the idea.
“My church has not always troubled itself with such things, but our holy father is greatly concerned with such inequalities. He takes it upon himself to address such matters with the Governess, when their time allows.”
“Your church has a good relationship with her?”
“È straordinario! The Governess adores our food, and while she was adamant about taking quarters in the Vatican, she has taken pains not to disturb us.” He shrugged dismissively. “*Cosa sai fare?* It seemed a small price, and we have endured far worse.”
“I used to hear terrible stories about red zones on Earth, though the Humans I’ve met don't seem the sort. It is good that your… pulp?” She tried the word and was rewarded with kind laughter and a gentle correction. “It is good that your pope concerns himself with the full welfare of the people and works with your governess. Our prelates share the same concerns.”
“I thought the Empress was the head of your church? Now, I find you have many…” he groped for a word, frowning, and gave up. “*Questo accento è una prova di fede!* ‘Denominations’ is not the right word, but she is the one revered, yes?”
“Of course! The Empress has to show all of our virtues and none of our faults, but that’s part of her role. To favor any divinity over the others could cause divisions. She has her personal preferences, of course, but never lets them be known.” Wicama explained carefully. “It would be in poor taste.”
“And poor politics, I think?” Santino gave her a long look. At his height it was difficult, but he managed. “This makes sense to me now, that the Imperium leaves matters of faith alone. *Una benedizione inaspettata.*”
Despite the serious topic, his fervent reply brought a smile back to her lips. “It seems your pope considers politics as well as economics.”
“People will always defend economic theories which assume that growth will inevitably succeed in bringing about greater justice. This has never been confirmed by the facts, and expresses a crude trust in the goodness of those wielding economic power and the sacralized workings of the prevailing economic system.” He said, stopping to clasp a hand over his cross. “Meanwhile, the excluded are still waiting.”
“That doesn't sound like scripture.” She offered cautiously, as they made their way into a wider suite of offices on the second floor.
“*Esattamente* The words of Pope Francis, a good and blessed man who appointed me to my position. His successor, his holiness John Paul the Third, is much of the same mind.” Santino said quietly. “Our savior washed the feet of others and urged all to do the same. The hardest step is to be involved. To work together for change, as well as to pray. That is why I am here.
“*I pigri di cuore trovano sempre una scusa* Some Humans, they are yet angry with the Imperium. Now they have enough, they are bitter not to have plenty. For some there is never enough - the true poverty lies within their hearts,” Santino said a bit testily. “Our faith teaches us to find salvation in eternal life, but others? *Pigrizia!* They see it as an excuse from taking agency in themselves. Jesus washed the feet of others - he did not lay down and wait for someone to wash his!”
Wicama turned the unfamiliar metaphor over in her mind but decided she had the sense of it. “Sham teaches us that helping our families and one another is the same as helping ourselves. ‘The rising tide bares us all from the reefs’.” It was a matter of faith… but that was why it was faith in the first place. On the whole, it seemed like a mature perspective that explained the changes she’d seen in Prince Adam over the years. “You’re here to meet with others, but this seems as much about knowing yourselves.”
“*Sì, non è una brutta cosa avere umiltà davanti a Dio.* Human beings, while we are capable of the worst, we are also capable of choosing the good. Of rising up to make a new start. We are entering the galaxy.” He gestured out the window at the world beyond. “If not now… when?”
_ _ _ “So, when are you going to explain this masterpiece you four have been cooking up?” Marin asked. Sammi and Sam were barely awake but the twins had already arrived, bright-eyed and enthusiastic, and Marin cursed the resilience of youth. The room was acceptably warm, but Ayen had complained about the cold and used the excuse to slip back into bed. She was considering her options for joining him.
Somewhere, somehow, Sammi had found their rabbit pajamas again. “Sam, explain it to her? You do it better.” Sammi yawned, but Marin suspected it was an act. Once something got their attention, sleep was usually an afterthought.
“What, now?” Sam had barely stumbled into the room and blinked. Bleary-eyed and barely awake, he looked like he’d been ambushed, which was exactly the case.
“Pllllllleeeease…?” They sat back pulling the ears, giving their best Roger Rabbit impression. Luminous green eyes peered out at Sam, imploringly.
“Alright… I need coffee, but fine.” Sam trudged over to the kitchenette and poked listlessly at the instant coffee. It was getting perilously low, but Marin was sure he’d brought more on the ship. Eventually Sam gestured at the K’herbhal sisters with his mug. “So the girls want to create an artificial topological soliton. It's like a black hole, except where it isn't… It's sort of a kink in space-time.”
“Made you say kink!” Sammi grinned impishly and the girls blushed. Marin shook her head but paid attention. It felt far too early after another late night, but once everyone was up you had to hang on for whatever came next.
“So, what's that got to do with this… hole you want to use for power?” Marin raised her voice just enough to drag the conversation back on track.
“It’s more like a side effect. If it cuts the right angle, it goes into a realm of space-time we can tap for power. Think of it as an obverse of an energy drain, so it's like a white hole.”
“Let me guess.” Marin shook her head and grinned, holding up a hand to forestall the inevitable. “Except where it isn’t?”
“Ummm… pretty much.” Sam grumbled, blowing at his coffee. Marin glanced back at the twins. With Sam busy, the twins had gravitated to either side of Sammi. There was room left on the couch, and she wandered over to settle in beside one of them.
The Sams had been complaining for years about a lack of ‘focal power’ for their mass compression technologies, and while a rubber duck inside a diamond was impressive, they’d wanted to do something more - a lot more. She suspected if the twins were providing the means, then they already had something about to surface from the depths of their imaginations. Over the years she’d learned to pick a bit, rather than take their answers at straight value. “And if things don’t cut at the right angle? You remember how long it took to get rid of the Navy, when you started talking about making black holes?”
“It's not our fault they didn’t understand,” Sammi said defensively, crossing their arms and pouting at her before the rabbit ears fell over their face.
“Who didn’t understand what?” Akeimei yawned at the door. She cast a wink her way before wrapping her arms around Sam and gave him a quick hug. “What did I miss?”
“Umm… a parallel universe, if the math is right,” Sam mumbled from the depths of his coffee cup.
“What? Like identical versions of us?” Marin watched Akimei’s nose wrinkled at the smell before she slipped away from Sam. Slipped down beside her, they rubbed shoulders a moment. “Tell me, is there one where I get more sleep?”
“More or less identical… though it's not like you need to go into a parallel universe for that sort of thing. There’s already a ‘you’ out there somewhere right now, to say nothing of past and future ‘you’.” Sam scratched his cheek idly for a moment “It's just the math. The universe is so vast that there are exact physical cosmic twins of us out there somewhere, not to mention even more almost-twins.”
“Sam’s right!” Sammi perked up excitedly, bouncing on the sofa. “Then there are quantum cosmic twins - which gets weird because particles exist in multiple states and you’d sort of overlap… but the easiest one is probably just another us elsewhere in the universe right now! That's sort of the point where things are since the universe is bigger than you can imagine!”
“So exactly the same… or almost.” One of the twins giggled. “Just like us!”
“Pretty much,” Sam nodded, slowly emerging from the depths of his coffee. “Another you out there on another Shil, or another me on a whole Earth, even - just a little bit different.”
“What? Like an Earth that never met the Imperium?” Marin canted her head, tossing out the obvious. It was hard to remember her life before, and she didn’t want to contemplate the alternative.
“Oh, I don't like that idea.” One of the twins stuck out her lip. “We want to come to Earth!”
“Yeah,” her sister nodded, though she suddenly looked glum. “I don’t know if Professor Warrick would mind though. He’d be with his wife and daughter, there.”
“Oh…” her sister's face crumpled. “I didn’t think of it that way.”
“Well, don’t…” Sammi hugged them both a moment, though they held the first twin a bit tighter. “The point is, somewhere he’s with them right now!”
“Wow, I guess so.” she brightened. “Just imagine! A whole Earth that never met the Shil’vati!”
“I wouldn’t worry, sis.” her twin nodded. “I think Professor Warrick is pretty happy right now.”
_ _ _
“I am not happy about this!” Tom glared at his omni-pad before tossing it down in frustration.
Miv looked up at her husband.
“It’s an honor!” She tucked her chin in and gave him a long, considered look, “What is it that’s bothering you - really? It wasn't Monsignor Barcio. Are you certain this isn't the same sort of thing?”
“Yes, I’m sure!” he growled, looking away like a guilty child. “Alright, maybe… but this uniform is the silliest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll look like a mushroom, and the hat only makes it worse!" Tom grimaced at the omni-pad accusingly, "They won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, so now I’m on the rolls as a Warden Captain - whatever that is - and this ceremony is ridiculous!”
“The ceremony is traditional. Very symbolic... Besides, they don't make wardens out of anyone below the rank of captain - I looked it up. You were one before, so it's appropriate to make you one instead of a Warden Major or Warden Colonel.” She smiled at him serenely. “Surely, it can’t be the worst thing you’ve ever done.”
He turned to wag a finger her way. “I’ll take that bet!”
“Worse than our wedding reception…?” She crooned, teasing him. “Or maybe pre-term night? I swear by the Goddess no one will pinch your ass, except for Lea and I.”
“Fine… “ Her smile grew wider as he grumbled, but he was calming down already and there wasn't heat in it. Still, he stubbornly clung on to the point a while longer. "It’s in my top five.”
“I’m sure you’ll survive, husband. Now then, I have meetings all afternoon, so why don't you finish reviewing the menu? You’ll feel better when all this is over and you can go back to cooking, chess, or starting that eeeyiy club… You might even give Ce’lani a call or message her?” She gathered her coat and smiled demurely, though it harbored nothing innocent. “If I’m not here you’ll have perfect privacy… Just don't promise anything you wouldn't promise to me.”
“It’s iai-do…” Tom groused, but he was already picking up his omni-pad.
She blew him a kiss and made her way toward the commons. Tom would probably stew a while, but he’d make the call.
There would be time to meet with Ce’lani on the common, before she had to come home for dinner.
_ _ _
Tom looked over the banquet menu as if it might reach out and bite him. The words stared up at him with perfect innocence.
Appetizer: Fruit and Cheese Platter - Slices of various cheeses and fruits on a platter providing a delicate mix of sweet, tangy and creamy to invigorate the dining experience. Serve with a selection of sweet and semi-sweet wines.
Soup: Choice of Tomato or French Onion Soup - Served with a piece of baguette and cheese.
Salad: Strawberry Salad with Poppy Seed Dressing -- an assortment of greens and fruit with a balsamic grain dressing to cleanse the palate.
Entree: Cornish Pasty - This herb-infused meat and pastry dish provides a counterpoint to the tangy taste of the salad and soup. Served with a creamy buttered mashed potato (a vegetable, humanely prepared!) with chives (also a vegetable). Served with a selection of wines or ales.
Dessert: Chef’s Sorbet Surprise - A sweet treat complemented by a palate cleanser, ending the meal on a piquant note.
His last call with Bherdin had been a trial and a half. Omni-pads were the definition of ‘high fidelity’, and hearing the little Shil’vati hyperventilate for ten minutes over the plan was pointless. At least Melondi had easier going with Vedeem on her side... one way or another this was happening.
As a final consolation, he relented on wearing matching suits. Bherdin frequently bemoaned Tom’s 'lamentable' fashion sense, and he perked up at that, promising to get him some appropriate formalwear for the occasion.
Privately, he suspected his Shil’vati friend was looking for a convenient alibi if a riot started.
In fairness, it probably wasn't a bad idea.
“Too late to use it myself…” he muttered. It wasn’t quite noon, and Miv was probably right. Instead of Chess Club or starting Iai-do practice or just cooking out at Human Food, he was stuck here at home. Miv’s place was bigger, but most of his stuff was still in boxes; it left him listless and climbing the walls. If this worked, at least things could get back to normal.
…Mostly normal…
He flipped back to the picture of the Warden uniform on his omni-pad. It was bad enough, but the hat made the whole thing look like a blue toadstool in silver filigree.
He swiped the picture away like an act of revenge, but didn’t toss the pad back on the table.
…Miv was right... and I promised to call Ce’lani…
Tom centered himself, pulling up the number. The universe was always in motion and a good Taoist accepted their part in what came. That was the lesson of ‘the Vinegar Tasters’, and it held true… The painting showed three men standing around a vat of vinegar. Each has dipped his finger into the vinegar and tasted it. The expression on each man's face showed his individual reaction.
The painting was an allegory for Confucius, Buddha, and Lao-tse. Confucius wore a sour look on his face. He believed life was out of harmony with the universe. As the second figure in the painting, Buddha had a bitter expression. Like the vinegar, life was painful and filled with attachments and desires that led to suffering. The last man, Lao-tse, was smiling at the taste. To him, harmony existed naturally and could be found by anyone at any time in any experience.
He thought about his buddy Dave. The old Marine would probably shake his head and tell him to ‘embrace the suck.’ It pretty much boiled down to the same thing.
Not that he was against calling. Miv and Lea had practically taken turns urging him on and giving their views on why it was a good idea. They hadn't harped about it, but he knew which way the wind was blowing. And Ce’lani’s message had been short, sweet in the literal sense, and the sound file she’d offered up had been…
…Pretty nice, really…
If he still said no, or decided he didn't like where this was going, they’d back his choice, of course. He didn't have a doubt in his mind… But with everything else in his life turned upside down, calling Ce’lani seemed like a calm in the eye of a storm.
…It's just a phone call. Leave the chaos at the gate…
He settled down on the couch to check his messages before giving her a call. It was nearly lunch…
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2023.06.02 12:09 Ok-Protection-7288 Seaside Serenity: Unveiling Tranquil Homestays in Mandrem, Goa

Experience the enchanting allure of Mandrem, Goa, as you escape to a beachside paradise and indulge in a world of tranquility, beauty, and cultural richness with our exceptional homestays in Mandrem Goa. Nestled along the pristine shores of the Arabian Sea, our accommodations offer a perfect blend of relaxation, comfort, and local charm. Step into a haven of serenity as you enter our thoughtfully designed homes, adorned with tasteful decor and modern amenities. Each room is a sanctuary of peace, inviting you to unwind and rejuvenate amidst the coastal ambiance. Awaken to the gentle lullaby of rolling waves and the refreshing sea breeze, setting the stage for a day filled with blissful experiences. Our gracious hosts will greet you with warm hospitality, eager to share their love for Goa and ensure your stay is nothing short of extraordinary. Whether you seek a tranquil beach retreat or an exploration of Goa's cultural heritage, our homestays in Mandrem offer an ideal sanctuary for your desires.
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2023.06.02 12:04 signsplussigns Signage for churches

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2023.06.02 11:53 maria7835 Best Zoos & Aquariums In Maryland

Maryland is also known by the name of "America in Miniature" because of its numerous diversity in geography and culture. This makes it the perfect east coast location for those who like to see something of all. From amusement parks, beaches, historic sites and mountains There is plenty to do and see.
Maryland Zoo in Baltimore The Maryland Zoo in Baltimore has been in existence for more than 150 years. It was established in the historical Druid Hill Park in 1876. The zoo is one of the oldest Zoos in the world. Some believe it is the third or even the second oldest. The zoo includes five major areas: the Schaefer Plaza, Central area, Maryland Wilderness, African Journey, and Northern Passage. There are many events happening throughout the year that enhance the enjoyment of animals in the Zoo.
Salisbury Zoological Park Salisbury Zoological Park is the smallest zoo in Salisbury It has about 100 animals spread across 12 acres. They are focused on animals that originate from North as well as South America and Australia. The main attractions are the exhibit of a sloth and the exhibits that include Bear, Alpaca, and Jaguar. Museum is free, but they do accept donations. It is accessible all day, except during Thanksgiving and Christmas.
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National Aquarium Few places can boast of being the national office and Baltimore's National Aquarium in Baltimore does. It is home to over 1.5 million people visiting it each year. The tanks contain 2.2 million gallons of water. They also house more than 17,000 of the animals. It includes things such as the Upland Tropical Rainforest, an Atlantic Coral Reef, an open ocean shark tank and an Australian region. The aquarium is situated on an inner harbour's waterfront. in Baltimore's downtown. Baltimore.
Glen Echo Park Aquarium This is an aquarium with a smaller size in Glen Echo Park, which is closer to D.C. than it is close to Baltimore however it is still too far away from Baltimore. It houses several hundred animals as well as a touch tank as well as interactive exhibits for kids as well as adults. It is mostly focused on the aquatic creatures in the Chesapeake Bay and the rivers that drain into the bay. There is a pirate ship on which it is possible that you can meet pirates as well as search for treasure. The venue is available for birthday celebrations and other special occasions.
The Inner Harbor There is a beautiful waterfront, with an attractive walkway through which it is possible that you will be able to observe many birds and maybe some sea animals. There are several historic ships in this harbour dating from the 1800s. There are many museums to visit that include children's museums, as well as informative programs on sea animals and marine creatures that inhabit the Chesapeake Bay.
Catoctin Wildlife Preserve The Catoctin Wildlife Preserve is an area in which animals are allowed to live in the same way as its natural surroundings. It is home to bears, monkeys, panthers, zebras and many more in the park's 100 acres. It is situated somewhere between Thurmond as well as Hagerstown. There are several interactions with animals that are possible, and there are opportunities to feed and pet the animals. The zoo is closed for winter for a few months in the course of the year.
Plumpton Park Zoo It is located in the Plumpton Park Zoo is in the village located in Rising Sun, along Route 273 Also called Route 273, also known as Mason and Dixon Scenic Byway. It is accessible all year long, every day of the week; however, hours vary in the winter and summer months. The zoo houses more than 200 animals, the majority of them were brought in by individuals who were unable to take care of their animals anymore.
Insect Zoo There are many displays that feature insects like flies, spiders, roaches and a variety of other types of insects that are native to Maryland. Professional etymologists offer a guiding tour that explains everything you're interested in knowing about insects and how they can benefit our world. The insect aquarium is part of Maryland's University of Maryland.
Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge The Blackwater Wildlife Refuge was started in 1933 in order to protect the sanctuary of waterfowl as it is situated along the Atlantic Flyway for migrating birds. The region is well-known for its eagles as well. There is an eagle-themed festival every year. There are many bird of prey programs including children's programs and refuge tours.
Cranesville Subarctic Swamp The Cranesville Subarctic Swamp is a tiny sanctuary near Oakland in northern Maryland. It is a tiny forest which is home to a variety of species of unique animals, plants and birds. The swamp is an ancient peat bog which was formed around 15000 years ago following an Ice Age. This is an excellent spot to observe birds of all varieties, including threatened Bog Copper Butterflies.
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2023.06.02 11:39 SecuretheSalt Help: Moving into a furnished home for one year. Need specific decor change/color ideas/ inspiration. Must keep the two couches. Art and chairs need to go...

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2023.06.02 11:25 OkSpinach5418 Am I being petty?

TLDR: This is the second year my boyfriend hasn’t gotten me a birthday gift. I feel petty my feelings are hurt. This year he did organize a dinner with a few friends, paid for my dinner, and gave me a card—so there is definitely some effort given here.
Today is my birthday (f 43)and my feelings are hurt by my boyfriend (m 41) of 18 months. This is the second year he hasn’t gotten me a birthday gift.
*I should say—I feel petty my feelings are hurt. This year he did organize a dinner with a few friends, paid for my dinner, and gave me a card—so there is definitely some effort given here. *
A little backstory of our dynamics—I think i a good gift giver. He has told me so, even telling me the gifts I’ve given for his birthdays and last Christmas are the best gifts he’s ever been given. His statement has felt genuine. He is wealthy, was able to essentially retire at the age of 38, and truly doesn’t need anything—so the gifts I’ve given have been more thoughtful than expensive (although I’ve spent around $200-250 each holiday). We have very different budgets and lifestyles when it comes to money. However, I have always tried to help pay for things, including dinners and activities. We always split everything 50/50 on vacations, but he will often pay more for dinner (example: I’ll pay for 2, he’ll pay for 3). I give this context because I wonder if he thinks he pays much more for things and so he doesn’t think a birthday gift is needed. At Christmas, I gave him several things, that were really thoughtful and showed I had put a lot of time and effort. He gave me a $100 Amazon gift card and a pair of funny socks. He felt bad his gift was so unthoughtful, he said he wanted to make it up to me. He mentioned Valentine’s Day d my birthday. He didn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day (neither did I, so I didn’t really fault him) and so i think I was hoping he’d do something special for my birthday.
He didn’t remember it was my birthday until about 2 weeks ago, when I brought it up. I did that because I didn’t want to be disappointed by him and set him up to fail. I asked him if he needed any ideas when we talked about it, he said no, he’s got it. I specifically told him I would love to go to nice dinner with him on a date on my birthday, and he planned a low key dinner with friends instead. I shook it off because I realize he did something and I feel like I should be grateful.
A couple other pieces—he lives 30 min away, accessible only by boat. At the end of dinner, he asked if I would mind him going to sleep at his house tonight, he didn’t bring anything to stay over. He wanted me to join him but I have a full time job and the boat schedule doesn’t coincide well with me getting to work. He saw that my reaction looked sad when he asked and he decided to stay. I hate that because I don’t want to feel like I’m manipulating him to spending the night with me on my birthday. **I should add that he slept over last night.
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2023.06.02 11:21 ElChappie1 I'm starting to feel trapped in my relationship.

Me and my girlfriend have been together coming up on a year. I am in my early-mid 20s and my girlfriend is late teens. When we met things couldn't have been better. Texting constantly, falling asleep to each-other on facetime etc. As the year progressed, so did the decline of her mental health, this came to a head when she attempted suicide via an overdose coming up on 2 months ago now.
As a result of this, she spent time in a sanctuary to undergo treatment for her mental health. She has broken up with me on 2 separate occasions in the past, only to come back to me asking for another chance shortly after. Her being in the sanctuary culminated in us breaking up for a 3rd time due to her not knowing when she would be home again. On this occasion, we were broken up for close to a month. During this time, I made some major improvements to my life, getting into a solid routine with the gym and putting major work into my professional standard. I also began dating again and met another girl, whom I had a good time with.
My at-the-time ex came back shortly after this, saying that she didn't want to imagine her life without me, and that she wants us to have another chance. When we first re-established contact, she appeared to be in a much better place with her mental health and was genuinely looking much better. We are now back together, and have been for coming up to two weeks.
In this time, I have noticed that she appears to be regressing in areas and is struggling with some of the most basic things such as brushing her teeth etc. This scares me.
It's coming to a point where I'm beginning to think we aren't as compatible as we used to be, because of who I am now. When I have these conversations with myself, my only counter-argument for staying with her comes from a place of fear of what she'll do if I end things. We argued the other night, which culminated in me opting to remove myself from the situation before saying something I'd regret. We made amends, all while she was crying to my chest asking me to please not give up on her.
I'm just scared and confused and have no idea what to do anymore. I feel like so long as I stay, part of my life will always be on hold.
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2023.06.02 10:52 peachpinkfoam I decorated my Kindle with washi tape.

I decorated my Kindle with washi tape.
Saw rosebabiee decorate her kindle with washi tape and now I went and did my own. Thanks for the idea!
I'm in loveee 🥰
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2023.06.02 10:30 Key_Extension_6003 Request for World Truths

Hey everybody, I'm experimenting with using chatGPT to make creative plots for a world based the World Truths. My creativity has hit a wall though so I'd be interested in seeing other peoples World Truths and seeing if generates any useful plots. I'm looking at both Ironsworn and Starforged.
If you post your world truths in thread I'll reply with what chatGPT thinks are some good plots. I'll share mine to start.
Ironsworn: Chaos Star
Beings of immense destructive capability broke through the walls of reality and started the ‘unmaking’.
Immune to any weapon and impossible to capture they were drawn toward the densest populations of human beings.
The only way to escape was an experimental drive that was rushed from a crackpot theory in an underfunded and fringe university research department to being installed in tens of thousands of colony ships.
Many scientists warned of dire consequences but their cries went unheard as humanity itself scrambled to escape the attacks.
The few survivors are scattered to the solar winds, eeking out an existence in a cold and lonely universe that feels to some like humanities swan song while others believe that order will emerge from the chaos.
A weird ore appeared in the universe after the Chaos Entities appeared. Oath’s are sworn upon it.
The forge is a lawless place were only power holds sway.
Faith is as diverse as the people that made it out.
Chaos energy is magic. The quantum engines were inspired by fundamental forces that few have learned to master. But in this new universe, those who work with chaos are growing and may just be able to fight the entities.
There are no communications hubs, no infrastructure. The only communication is word of mouth as ships pass in the deep of space and share what they know.
Healers are rare and generally ill equipment with no means or knowledge of how to build advanced medical equipment and pharmaceuticals.
Vestiges of AI are coveted and generally wielded by those in power.
Ships desperate enough for AI install Clippy.
Resources are far to precious to support organized fighting forces.
Latent Chaos Mutation (LCM) impacts all lifeforms but especially embryos. Working with livestock grown from cloning pods can be an especially risqué proposition.
Nobody knows if anything came before, if anything worth knowing about survived. Perhaps the survivors of the forge will uncover these secrets.
Many insist they aren’t real but those spacers that still explore the expanse of space have theories.
GPT Plot ideas...
  1. The Last Sanctuary: The story follows a small group of survivors who managed to find refuge on a hidden planet, shielded from the Chaos Entities. As their supplies dwindle and tensions rise, they discover that the planet holds a dark secret, and they must confront the horrors lurking in the shadows before they consume them all.

  1. The Quantum Seekers: A band of renegade scientists and explorers embarks on a perilous journey through uncharted space, searching for remnants of the ancient Precursors. As they delve deeper into the unknown, they encounter bizarre phenomena and nightmarish creatures, all while struggling to maintain their sanity and trust in one another.

  1. The Cursed Healer: A desperate community in need of medical assistance pleads for the help of a renowned healer rumored to possess extraordinary powers. However, as the healer arrives and begins treating the sick, their true nature is revealed, and the survivors must face the terrifying consequences of relying on forbidden chaos magic for salvation.

  1. Shadows of Betrayal: A faction of ruthless scavengers and pirates seeks to harness the power of chaos energy to control the remaining colonies and establish their dominance. As their influence grows, a group of unlikely allies, including former enemies and outcasts, must unite to uncover their plans and prevent them from plunging the fragile remnants of humanity into even deeper darkness.

  1. Echoes of the Past: A haunted colony ship drifts aimlessly through space, with its AI malfunctioning and its crew mysteriously disappearing one by one. A group of survivors aboard a passing ship responds to its distress signal and boards the derelict vessel, only to find themselves trapped in a twisted labyrinth where reality warps and nightmares come to life. They must uncover the ship's dark history and find a way to escape before they too become lost in the abyss.

  1. The Oracle's Call: Rumors circulate among the scattered colonies about an enigmatic figure known as the Oracle, who possesses the ability to commune with the Chaos Entities. Desperate to find answers and a way to fight back, a group of survivors sets out on a dangerous quest to seek out the Oracle's hidden sanctuary, unaware of the horrors they will encounter and the sacrifices they will have to make to gain the knowledge they seek.

  1. The Soulforged Blade: Legends speak of a mythical weapon capable of slaying the Chaos Entities and bringing an end to the unmaking. A group of warriors, mages, and scientists embark on a treacherous journey across hostile territories, battling both the Entities and other factions vying for control of the fabled weapon. As they struggle to unlock the blade's true power, they must confront their deepest fears and face the question of whether the price of victory is worth paying.
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2023.06.02 10:18 Professional-Row8286 Cozy Retreat: Rustic Bedroom Ideas for an Inviting Space

Cozy Retreat: Rustic Bedroom Ideas for an Inviting Space

Cozy Retreat: Rustic Bedroom Ideas for an Inviting Space
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A bedroom is an important place for us to spend valuable time after a long day. Thus, it’s necessary to look for rustic bedroom ideas in order to renovate and build your own tranquil space. You can totally build a rustic bedroom with a combination of natural materials and warm, earthy tones. By doing that, you can transform your bedroom from a boring bedroom into an inviting and cozy space that you never want to leave.
The crucial part of rustic bedroom decor you should know is the natural materials applications. Things like wooden furniture, soft or comfortable linens, and woven rugs are considered great combinations in your bedroom design. They also help you to create a sleek and modern look that connects you to the natural or traditional aesthetic. If you’re still wondering how to incorporate natural elements or build a rustic vibe in your bedroom, these are some useful tips for you:

Choosing the Right Bed

If you’re a big fan of farmhouse rustic bedroom ideas, choosing the right bed is essential. Here are some elements to think about when you’d like to build the proper bed that matches perfectly for your rustic room.


Mostly, the size of your bed will depend on your room size. Whether your room is small, you should pick a twin or full-size bed. However, if you have a larger room or medium room, a big-size or large bed is better. Remember that the bigger your bed is, the more space it will require. So you need to carefully calculate the capacity of your room to avoid the difficulty in moving the bed.


BeBesideshe size of the bed, the material also plays an important role in the look and feel of rustic bedroom decor. Most people prefer to choose wood as a main material due to its warmth and texture to the space. You can consider picking a coffee table with metal coffee table legs or a functional table with elegant gold furniture legs. In addition, metal beds can be used in rustic bedrooms, especially if they have a distressed finish.


The style of your bedroom is another factor that helps to complement the overall vibe in your bedroom. There are some common styles of rustic beds that you should know:
Platform beds: These beds have a flattened background and typically do not require a box spring to lay on them.
Canopy beds: These beds normally have four posts and a frame to support curtains or a canopy.
Sleigh beds: Sleigh beds often have a curved headboard and footboard that remind us of a sleigh.
When choosing a style, consider the other elements in your bedroom, such as your bedding and decor, to ensure everything works together seamlessly.
Overall, selecting the right bed for your farmhouse rustic bedroom ideas is a crucial step in creating a cozy retreat. Consider the size, material, and style of your bed to ensure it fits your needs and complements the overall aesthetic of your space.

Warm and Cozy Textiles

When it comes to creating a cozy retreat in your rustic bedroom ideas, textiles are one of the most important elements. They add warmth, texture, and comfort to the space, making it feel inviting and relaxing. Here are some ideas for incorporating warm and cozy textiles into your rustic bedroom:


Your bedding is the centerpiece of your bedroom, so it's important to choose something that is both comfortable and visually appealing. Look for bedding made from natural materials like cotton, linen, or wool, as these materials are breathable and soft. Consider layering different textures and patterns to create a cozy, inviting look.

Throws and Pillows

Throws and pillows are an easy way to add texture and warmth to your bedroom. Look for pillows and throws made from soft, cozy materials like wool, faux fur, or chenille. Consider mixing and matching different textures and patterns to create a layered look and fit your rustic bedroom ideas.


Rugs are another important element when it comes to creating a cozy retreat in your bedroom. Look for rugs made from natural materials like wool or jute, as these materials are durable and add warmth to the space. Consider layering different rugs to create a cozy, inviting look.
Overall, incorporating warm and cozy textiles into your rustic bedroom is a great way to create a space that is inviting and relaxing. By layering different textures and patterns, you can create a cozy retreat that feels like a warm hug.
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2023.06.02 10:14 Delicious-Policy-837 Why Congress Party is Anti-Hindu and How I, as a Clueless NRI, became a supporter of Hindutva politics in India until India is completely ruled by Pro-Hindu politicians with Pro-Hindu Ideology

Brothers and sisters,
I grew up in the Indian diaspora as an NRI who didn't know too much about Indian politics or India's internal issues to begin with. I was never religious, I always thought of myself as a cultural Hindu. I thought that Hindus were mostly safe in India being a Hindu majority country with Hindu cultural values.
I thought that the Congress Party was a "normal" party. But when I read about the 2011 draft of the Communal Violence Bill and learned about the 2009 Right to Education Act's inapplicability to Christian minority schools (Pramati judgement), I quickly came to the conclusion that the Congress Party and Sonia/Rahul Gandhi are part of a Vatican/Catholic Church/Christian/Western conspiracy against Hindus and Hinduism. When Sonia Gandhi married Rajiv Gandhi, the Catholic Church saw this moment as its "Constantine" moment in India, when it could try to achieve its nefarious goals by controlling the Indian National Congress. Ever wonder why INC is aligned with Christian missionaries? Who did Rahul Gandhi meet first in Bharat Jodo Yatra? A hate mongering Catholic priest named George Ponniah who spewed vile hatred against the Hindus of Tamil Nadu.
See the following article:
In particular, I have a deep hatred of Sonia Gandhi and Rahul Gandhi who are Catholic Christians. They are evil, completely anti-Hindu, and the brainchild of laws like Right to Education Act and the 2011 draft of the Communal Violence Bill. It is painfully obvious that they are Vatican agents who have a deep hatred of Hindus and of Indians. That is why I pray for Sonia and Rahul's downfall each and every day.
Communal Violence Bill - Do all Hindus know that the Congress Party tried to pass a Communal Violence Bill in 2011 that assumed that all Hindus were guilty as default, just by being born as Hindus, while Christians & Muslims could freely attack Hindus without any consequences? Did you know that this plan involved creating a so-called "National Communal Commission" with a "minority" (read Muslim/Christian) majority that could somehow control the Indian armed forces and the police forces to bully and terrorize Hindus? Luckily the BJP under Sushma Swaraj and Arun Jaitley, along with Narendra Modi, blocked Congress from passing this anti-Hindu law. BJP and RSS successfully killed this law and then won 2014 in a landslide. Luckily since 2013, the genocidal anti-Hindu Congress Party has been destroyed in the Rajya Sabha and so can never do something like this Communal Violence Bill (CVB) again. Also, India has massive internet penetration now in 2023 compared to back then in 2013 when Congress tried to pass CVB, so if the Italian scum who rule the Congress Party try to pass CVB again they will be exposed and there will be bloody retaliation against them. Variants of the Communal Violence Bill appear in different Congress manifestos under cleverly disguised names and descriptions, but the anti-Hindu intent of the Italian scum is the same. Harsh Mander, who wrote this evil anti-Hindu law with genocidal intent, is still running free instead of being hunted down and punished.
Right to Education Act - We all know how this law discriminates against Hindus running schools while leaving Christian "minority" institutions completely exempt from its horrible requirements like 25% quota, teacher salaries (that are extremely high for no reason), infra requirements like playgrounds etc. Hindus need linguistic minority status or Jain minority status just to escape RTE on their school. This law is so evil and no other country in the world has laws that discriminate against their majority community in education. How dare a RAPIST Catholic padre who is a filthy pedophile has more rights than a Hindu to run a school without government interference? This was the brainchild of Vatican agent and Catholic terrorist Sonia. People like @ realitycheckind on Twitter have been screaming about RTE since 2014.
Nowadays, wealthy Hindus get around RTE by running linguistic minority or Jain minority schools. In Maharashtra, for instance, the vast majority of Hindu schools owned by politicians or big businessmen switched to linguistic minority status (Hindi/Gujarati/Kannada/Sindhi/Marwadi/Punjabi/Malayalam) or to Jain/Buddhist minority status. For instance, you'll notice that Ambani school in Mumbai is a Gujarati linguistic minority institution, or that Lodha school school in Mumbai is Jain minority, or that Birla school is Marwadi linguistic minority, or that Walsingham school owned by the Mittal family is Hindi linguistic minority. If the top 1% can kill RTE in their schools, why should a mom-pop Hindu family running a school be forced to take in RTE quota freeloaders?
Given how hard it is to politically undo reservation-type laws, the solution to kill the Right to Education Act across the whole of India is to make all Hindu schools across India into Jain minority institutions on paper, throwing out the 25% RTE quota freeloaders who should be kicked out of non-minority private schools. Simply put, nobody has the right to "free" private school education, just because you are part of a particular caste (SC/ST) or community. RTE is also a tool to infiltrate Muslim kids into Hindu owned private schools to achieve the so-called "secularism" that leftists want. If you run a Jain minority institute for instance, you can avoid such "secularism" and "diversity" in your student body and can screen out certain types of students.
This law was so evil and was the reason why so many communities like the Lingayats etc want minority status. Because no other country in the world has laws that make it easier for "minorities" to run schools compared to the majority community. The Jains wanted minority status and got it from the Congress Party in 2014, solely to protect their private schools and colleges from the evil reservation laws that we have and the 93rd constitutional amendment. Nowadays, all wealthy Hindus/corporate India are running Jain minority schools and colleges in the private sector free from any type of caste based reservation. In the future, you will see a movement run by Upper Caste Hindus against reservation in private educational institutions. Pratap Bhanu Mehta (who is really a Jain) knew of the 93rd amendment back in 2005 and successfully got the Jain minority status from the Congress Party. I've seen really top-notch private schools that have linguistic/Jain minority status and are safe from RTE.
Despite this law there, RSS appointees like Priyank Kanoongoo (head of NCPCR - national child rights commission) continue to try to "enforce" RTE on hapless Hindu owned non-minority schools. I have no idea why RSS doesn't have a problem with RTE. If Mr. Modi himself wanted to end RTE, I could guarantee you that this whole "program" would have been shut down on Day 1.
Why should a Hindu school owner be forced to admit 25% "free" education, while a similar school run by a Christian does not have to do so? Is this secularism? If it isn't secular, why aren't Hindus coming on the roads, demanding RTE to be imposed on the schools that those Catholic rapists run?
The True Religion of All Top Congress Leaders (news-flash, Congress is Hindu hating group of individuals plotting against Hindu civilization). While Owaisi is a radical Islamist, people like Rahul Gandhi and Sonia Gandhi are the biggest threat to Hindus on our planet today.
Rahul Gandhi - Catholic Christian
Catholic Christian like his mother. Pretends to be a Hindu but hates Hindu culture and Hindu traditions. Is more of an Italian Catholic Christian who is more comfortable talking to Catholic padres in a Church. Is most at home in Kerala with a large Catholic population. Uses Muslims as a vote bank but is really aligned with radical Christian forces that are enemies of Hindu civilization. Ran away from a Hindu majority parliamentary constituency to go to a "secular" Wayanad where Abrahamics (Muslims + Christians) are over 60% of the population, knowing that Hindus would punish him electorally.
Sonia Gandhi - Italian Catholic Christian, whose real name is ANTONIO MAINO. How on Earth did the largest opposition party (Indian National Congress) get taken by an Italian Christian woman and a Vatican stooge?
Malikharjun Kharge - Buddhist Ambedkarite Dalit. Also has a hatred for Hindu Dharma, even when Hinduism and Buddhism are both Indian/Indic faiths in our civilization that are mutually compatible with each other. Hindus don't have any problem with Buddhism or Buddhists and even see Buddhism as an "improved" or "enlightened" version of Hinduism, yet the radical Ambedkarite ideology tries to instigate Scheduled Castes/Scheduled Tribes from other Hindu castes when all Hindus across our country are equal and together. Hindus don't have a problem with anybody embracing Buddhism.
Manmohan Singh - Sikh who was the first non-Hindu Prime Minister of India. Under Mr. Manmohan Singh's tenure, the Congress Party tried to pass the Communal Violence Bill (2011 draft) which distinguished between "minorities" and Hindus in criminal law but was luckily blocked by the BJP who killed it. Now Sonia Gandhi could have chosen a Hindu in her Congress Party as the Prime Minister when Congress won in 2004 and 2009. But she deliberately chose a non-Hindu to implement her radical Hindu-hating agenda. A titular figurehead whose daughter was found working for George Soros and who has a Hindu hating agenda as well.
Others - Ambika Soni who is a Christian, Kapil Sibal who also seems to be a Christian and so forth.
It is painfully clear that Congress Party has an agenda against Hindus and Hinduism and that their national leaders are anti-Hindu. So, why does Congress still win in some state elections?
Himachal Pradesh - was very close in 2022. Also, the Congress Party in Himachal Pradesh seems to be led by people who are Hindus. Never saw Hinduphobia YET in Himachal by Himachal Congress.
Chhattisgarh - Suspect that there is a massive conversion of tribals to Christianity, particularly in forests. Would be very dangerous if Baghel wins a 2nd term.
Karnataka - BJP government in Karnataka was corrupt and had poor leaders, with massive anti-incumbency with a 36% vs 43% vote differential. Also, the Kharge factor was there and many Hindu Dalits who would have voted for BJP voted for Cong just because of Kharge's Ambedkarite credentials. If the Congress unit in Karnataka supports Christian missionaries or Muslim terrorist organizations like PFI, it's up to the BJP government at the center to act.
Rajasthan - anti-incumbency in 2018. BJP should win Rajasthan very easily in 2023.
I don't think BJP is favored to win Chhattisgarh but I don't want Congress to ever have more than 3 states (Himachal, Karnataka, Chhatisgarh) by the end of 2023.
Congress, being a minoritarian party full of radical Muslim + Christian Abrahamic terrorists, should be reduced below 10% of seats in the Rajya Sabha (currently it's at 31/245 or 12.6%).
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2023.06.02 10:10 Dutchie_PC Interior Tips, Tricks, and Ideas You Learned Over the Years

I thought it would be a nice idea to share some practical tips and tricks you may have picked up over the years. No hard do's and don'ts, as taste is subjective, but guidelines that should work for every home could prove really useful. Of course, many tips will be incredibly individual or subjective, but we've got to start somewhere.
What are your Tips, Tricks, and Ideas? I will gladly add them to the list!
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2023.06.02 09:57 Michaela_______ How to be a better fighter?

Tldr, I’m still somewhat new to Dnd and need some tips for being the best fighter I can be as a level 8 human champion! The full story: So I’ve played a couple Dnd campaigns but I’m still pretty new. Most of my experience was level 1 or 2, but in one current campaign I joined I started at level 6 I think (now I’m lv 8). The campaign has been going for a couple years before me so others have come and gone-most notably, a fighter. I didn’t know about him when I joined-I was gonna be a rogue, but they already had one, so I chose fighter and now I keep getting compared to him. After the last session, someone said that they wish the other guy was back because my fighter’s not holding up good. I WAS NOT TRYING TO REPLACE HIM, he was gone long before I came and I had no idea about him, but now I’m feeling pretty down. I’m doing my best to learn Dnd and I thought I was doing good. I know I should have a thicker skin, but it really got to me because 1, I’m REALLY pouring my heart and soul into this! I haven’t missed a session yet (joined just after Christmas). I research Dnd a lot and try to strike a balance between efficient combat and good roleplaying. 2, to be honest I don’t have a lot of friends so this group was high up there for me. To have someone I really liked wish they had a different fighter really hurt my feelings. I don’t think he meant it maliciously-he and that guy were really close it sounds like-but man, that hit me hard. So… where I’m at now. I’m a human fighter, level 8, Champion, Outlander, with archer fighting style and lucky and sharpshooter feats. (You don’t need to keep track of all this-but I’m just putting it all out there so that if anyone wants to give me specific tips, they have all the info.) I mainly fight with a longsword and a bow. Side gripe: One thing holding me back is I CANNOT, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, GET BETTER THAN STARTING GEAR. The one exception was a leftover corpse slayer bow from their bag of holding-which is nice, but their gear is so much better than mine that I’m a joke. I’m talking magic armor, magic weapons, magic ammunition-crazy high AC’s (his is 10 higher than mine---10!!!) and damage output to match. MONEY TOO, GOODNESS. I’m looting bodies furiously to get stuff but can’t find good weapons, or raise enough money to buy my way up any time soon. The DM hinted that he’d work something out eventually but I fear that he a, forgot, b, wants me to play for years like the veterans to “earn” good gear, or c, now that they gave me the bow thinks I’ve gotten enough handouts. Anyway, huge thanks to anyone who read all that, and please the more specific tips and advice I can get, the better! I’ve been trying to play my cards right but I need every edge I can get. This could be how I should build my fighter as I continue to level, combat tactics, ways to raise the damage I deal… I’m desperate! Ideally I want to be a good enough fighter that no one has to worry about replacing me/eventually like me enough that it’s no longer a concern, but if I can’t get that kind of respect, I’ll settle for the other kind---being so strong that they can’t hold anything against me and have to eat their words! Anything helps!!!
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2023.06.02 09:54 Pleasant-Active85 In Return of the Jedi (1983), George Lucas originally planned for the Empire to go after Yoda on Dagobah, but where they ended up fighting gigantic, native lizards; but cut the idea. Here was some concept art he had and it totally isn't my gecko Rusty, riding a decorative AT-AT.

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2023.06.02 09:52 Bright_Step1260 not allowed to decorate for pride

very upset about this. in the past few years i adored being in such a loving store environment where i get to work with pride flags and cute decorations. i live in a conservative town so getting to create heart flags for each orientation made me feel so welcomed compared to my home (i’m bi). last year in july one guy complained how we still had the pride flag up. he was angry that we didn’t have an american flag either. not only did we have to take down the flag then, but now we can’t decorate at all. our district manager said this and apparently since we can’t decorate in any way that has the risk of putting partners in harms way.
as if taking down the pride decorations takes away the risk and danger of being apart of the lgbtq, or poc, or women, or any other minority. not even to mention, that one complaint was since the flag was up AFTER pride. but now we can’t do it at all??
it makes me feel awful, work felt like the one place i could be open. and it’s stupid that the company as a whole supports pride but our store can’t. if we apply the same idea, our logo is a threat to us, the company that supports pride is the same thing as a pride flag. i want to know if there is something/someone i could talk to about this :(
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2023.06.02 09:48 mercyspace27 Critiques on Novella Idea Please

Think this is the right place but also figured might as well.
Trying to finally push myself to try and write and maybe even publish one of the many ideas I’ve had rolling through my brain. Thinking about going with this one because it’s pretty simple
Setting: Zombie Apocalypse, multiple years after the event; the desert mesas and valleys of the American west, Arizona and New Mexico area. Going through the mesas, shanty towns, abandoned towns and cities, old military outposts, and actually active areas on occasions.
Character(s): a man who had been living out in the caves and valleys who has developed a split/dual(/I’m-not-a-psychologist-so-super-sorry-if-I’m-WAY-off) personality from a mixture of isolation, stress, and some head trauma, one half is slightly excitable and a little manic as is a man who spent several years alone in the apocalypse while the other is actually calm, low speaking and potentially psychotic. The manic half is mainly focused on surviving, living comfortably in their cave home and trying to be friendly and amicable to the few strangers they get. While the other is the one who… simply wants to kill zombies, they drag the shared-body into areas with a bit more zombies while scavenging just to kill more zombies, and is even the one that may have convinced the other to kill other humans rather than negotiate when confrontations went south. But the thing about them is that they are both active and functioning at the same time and as far as they/the brain are/is concerned, they are actually two separate people with separate bodies who just seem to spend a lot of time together. But there is something associated with the other personality, an old hockey goalie mask with a red handprint decorating it. The manic personality is known to set the mask on a rock, a countertop, or even a chair and speak to it during times of rest as if someone was there.
Plot: Starts off is simple and stock standard survival in the zombie apocalypse. But after some time a seeming wave of zombies had overrun the area, running our main character(s) out of their home and the shanty towns nearby occupied by other survivors. Our boy(s) head in the direction the horde came from thinking that it would be better than trying to hide and let the wave past or just continue to run away from it. While doing this they come across the many apocalyptic monuments and signs that are so common, graffiti talking about everyone dying, hiding from the swarm/wave, signs of small and recently abandoned shanty towns. But something catches their eyes, multiple signs directing a woman called Alice. The manic one decides to just ignore it. But the other takes an interest. Their curious about this Alice individual. And they convince the manic personality to follow the signs to finally meet up and live with other survivors potentially. But there’s another objective with the other personality. For every other time they come across a sign directing Alice they make the statement “I want to meet Alice.”
The plot would basically follow the journey through an apocalypse that suffered a much smaller secondary apocalypse. Them exploring, fighting, scavenging, talking back and forth and arguing with themselves and even interactions with other survivors. Both friendly and hostile. As they walk around as a man in an old, red handprinted hockey talking to himself in one upbeat and happy voice and one low, slightly growly and monotone one. Jumping back and forth acting rather normal if excited and coldly killing zombies with a bit more fervor than would be considered acceptable.
Yeah it’s super basic but figure it’d be a nice and easy going start for me.
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2023.06.02 09:48 Duckling_AS I’m really confused on what to do here.

My mother is extremely toxic I have known that since I was 12. I’m to a breaking point. She constantly puts me down and just all around makes my life hell. The reason I’m coming here is because I’m hurting. (TLDR) Typically it’s just me she puts down. But with me moving out soon and having plans to move in with my bf she has taken up major issue with that. It all started as “he doesn’t come visit much any more, does he?” We’re both still relatively young. We are in a long distance relationship going on a year and half now. Both working in fast food. We don’t make much money to come see each other. Which I understand hey I have bills and rent and can’t afford it rn. Recently I can’t have even the slightest concern with her without the topic of my bf coming up. She told my sister, my dad, my grandma and several others that I gave him 200 dollars a month since we have been dating so he can pay rent and other things. I have no clue what she’s talking about. I may pay for meals sometimes but that’s because we split stuff and I don’t want him paying for absolutely everything. Because that’s unreasonable to me. On top of the typical “you’ll never be good enough and I hope he leaves you and breaks your heart because that’s what you f**king deserve if you’re stupid enough to date him.” I have no clue what’s going one with her anymore. I know it’s just the cycle of things but I’m so tired of it. She constantly treats people like crap just because she can. She has no idea I plan to cut her off as soon as I move out and go 100% no contact with her if things continue to go the way they are going. But a small part of me doesn’t want to. She’s still my mom. I still love her even though she treats everyone like crap. No one in my life that knows her believes me when I say she is mentally unstable and mentally abusive. Because on paper she’s a great person. We do Disaster relief work. She’s a pillar in our church. All of the old people love her. No one has a bad thing to say about her. Except me, my dad knows and believes me because he was married to her for 7 years. He has never said one bad thing about her, when she takes every opportunity to tell me how he is a horrible person ect. I’m just so confused as to what to do about it. Thank you for reading my rant. I just needed to get some stuff off my chest.
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2023.06.02 09:47 dropofshams i think im just doomed

So I (16f) had to move to a rural town deep in the country after my mom wanted to visit some family. I genuinely thought it would be good for me because I'm a lazy shut-in with no social skills. I have a pretty big family, so I thought spending time with them would fix that. But meeting my family only made me want to shut myself in even more. My cousins are about 1-5 years younger than me but they're all bigger than me. I'm 4'7" and they range from 5-6 feet. I'm not even joking. I have no idea why they're so big but it's humiliating. They keep bullying me and making fun of me. But it's not like I'm afraid of them or anything. I know how to put my foot down and be assertive. But I'm weak. They don't take me seriously. I try to fight back but it only makes me look more pathetic. I tried to talk to my mom about it but she keeps telling me to “figure it out”. I literally don't know what to do anymore. I'm trying to shut myself in to avoid my cousins, but my mom keeps forcing me to have sleep overs and go to church with them. How am I supposed to defend myself against them?
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2023.06.02 08:51 buttplugsnotdrugs Being an ally, I have a story to tell, and it weighs on my heart.

I’m a cis white male born and raised and still residing in a mid tier metropolitan city on east coast. Scrappy, angry, apathetic, I’m a lot a lot things. This isn’t a “trend” that I’m trying to make all about me. Some things I’m gonna type might be triggering or offensive but I promise you I’m writing this in context and objectively.
When I was a younger man there was this dude, Dominic, a few years older than me. He was a (forgive my pejoratives) pussy hound. Any girl, every girl; “he had” them. All of our families were close, they all drank, sang, ate together.
Well one day I hear “ah man that’s just his roommate”, kind of In a defensive way, that how I heard it in passing. His father would start mentioning a new “roommate” that took up all of his sons time. Everyone basically skirted around the fact that they were an item.
Days and weeks pass and it’s all the same “Dominic’s new roommate is kinda fruity, right?”
I had not met this guy yet. Had no idea what the big deal was. But to say that GAY was a foreign idea to everyone around me would be putting it politely.
Anyway; one night Dominic was there when I was being thrown out of a local bar (for being a mouthy asshole). He comes out slaps my back and says “yo, you good?”
“Dude I’m Fuckin’ fine” I yelled back at him, totally embarrassed. We start bullshittin and I tell him what I think happened and blah blah blah, long story short we end up at my house with 3 grams of cocaine.
So here we are, two local hard asses. Two guys known for going fisticuffs when the moment shined. Blue collar. PROVIDERS…sniffing coke off of my mothers living room table.
We talk about the usual nonsense and bullshit but the question does eventually arise, from me to him, “so what’s up with this roommate, dude?” He looks me square in the eyes and says “that’s my boyfriend, Jay, I’m gay”
I nodded my head for a moment as if I was taking in this shock to MY life, not even thinking about the trust he must’ve felt with me, or how hard it must’ve been, or easy, I don’t know enough to say that. But I remember just thinking “dope, this dude knows who he is” I extended my right hand and said “good on ya, bro” and we dapped up and hugged.
The follow up questions were comparable to a grandmother learning that people fuck out of wedlock “it’s new to me, but I’m willing to learn”
I’m embarrassed, but not ashamed, of asking him if he chose it. Asking why?
Where we were raised it was cool to be a pirate or rebel, as long as you didn’t offend the Catholic Church or neighbors. If it weren’t for those questions, I wouldn’t be so passionate about what I believe today.
Dominic, being Dominic, he just casually said “Jay, I couldn’t tell ya when or where, how or why, I love him, that’s all I know”
My father might’ve been dead about a year at this time and despite his many faults that cantankerous southern boy taught me that true love is hard to find and good friends are even more rare. And he’s wasn’t wrong.
Every preconceived notion, idea, rationale about the subject before went out the window. This is Dominic and I love him dearly and support him. If he’s gay then he’s fuckin gay, fuck anyone that’s gotta problem.
Well ya see; his father was retired military, uncles the same. My family? Yep. Friend’s family…same shit. These are men that care about the laws. For some reason or another.
To close out the story my friend Dominic died 2 weeks before scotus legalized gay marriage.
This fight isn’t about me, it’s not my story. But it’s a fight I want to fight and continue.
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