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Was about to enter the airport on my first flight since the pandemic, opened my trusty Aura 9211+, and found that the top strap was way shorter than usual. I could barely get it on my head. I was late to my flight so I just ignored it. While in the airport I found it to be unbearably tight on the top of my head. I switched it out and found the same issue with the replacement. I had twenty in my backpack (from two boxes). I switched that one out on the plane and found the 3rd mask's strap to be fine.
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I always purchase these from Amazon (the seller is Amazon, which is what 3M instructed me to do to avoid counterfeits). My wife threw away the boxes, so I am unable to verify whether they were legitimate 3M products. Has anyone else ran into this issue? Do you think this was a manufacturing defect?

Together 2 years, broken up 2 years (when it ended she was hopeful for a future so I stayed in contact and we ended up going and doing all the stuff we normally would at weekends/during the week) Within that time alot of toxicity arised and she said its a definate no to getting back, finds me really ugly and wouldnt go near me.. and i know she means that, but she still wanted the friendship even though i was madly in love still so never could be just friends nor would i want that when the intention was to be together so basically now i suspect her attentions elsewhere but she says its not until shes blue in the face (gut instinct) and i called it a day it hurt but i cant be around if someone else comes and gets her love i know its immature but it absolutely breaks me So im in love shes completely over me but misses me (for friendship) and will probably go off and get her happiest of endings and im left broken that i have zero chance and want to know how do i get over her? If there is a new guy then he will get the best of her because shes in a good place mentally… Will i when my feelings have remained for 4 years in total ?

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“When you're in your darkest place, you give yourself hope and that's inner strength.”
― Uncle Iroh
The Daughter that Follows
Chapter 27
Reunited
Part 5
“So, are we all ready?” Darius asked as he rolled out a second grill in his backyard. He had decided to host the mini-reunion for Alan and his friend.
“We are so friggin’ ready.” Kenji grinned. “I can almost taste the meat...”
“Why is he acting like he hasn’t had meat in forever?” Alan asked Brooklynn while pointing to her husband.
“I wish I knew, he has his own grill.” Brooklyn shook her head. “Cooks good corn.”
“Speaking of, I got these for you.” Alan held up several cobs. “Won’t be a competition because Vegeta thinks vegetables are a sin.”
Brooklyn rolled her eyes, “I know the type.”
“So...” Sammie pointed into Darius’ house. “Is your other guest okay?”
“He’s fine, he just doesn’t like the sun that much.” Alan grinned.
“He’s a vampire.” Yaz said.
“Don’t say that.” Sammie chided her wife.
“Technically he’s a nosferatu.” Alan wavered his hand. “But also be quiet, I want Anna surprised, and Salem surprised.”
“Why is he getting surprised?” Kenji asked.
Yaz smiled, “You didn’t pay attention to his shirt, did you?”
“I think he might be a fan of Alan’s friend.” Sammie said.
Not a moment after that a hole opened above Darius’ driveway. They heard Ben shout in surprise as he fell out with Anna and Vegeta.
“You know, you’re brave...” Vegeta said, “But you need to have more spatial awareness if you’re not gonna fly.”
“We can’t fly here.” Ben said as he was flown over Darius’ roof and sat down.
“Where’s Anna?” Alan asked.
“She saw someone attacking Spider-Men.” Vegeta shrugged.”Dropped us off and ran off.”
“Oh.” Alan blinked.
“Yeah, it looked like some wasp thingy.” Vegeta flew back and returned with a huge slab of meat. “Wagusaurus.”
Alan stopped to think for a moment before another hole in reality opened and Anna walked through covered in orange and green gunk.
“Hose?” She asked grumpily.
Darius pointed to the side of his house.
“So I take it, it squished good?” Salem snickered from the sliding door.
Anna froze and looked up. Then she looked at her father.
“Surprise.” Alan smirked.
Anna ran up and hugged her father. “That’s for surprising me.”
Alan nodded. “I kinda figured.”
Salem was laughing like mad as Anna went to hose herself off. Then he froze as he saw Vegeta cutting up the meat.
“Surprise.” Alan smiled and tapped Vegeta on the shoulder. “You gotta fan here, man.”
“Huh?” Vegeta turned to see the fanged nosferatu staring and pointing. “Hey, you want to help? This stuff is heavy.”
Salem just nodded and helped the saiyan prince separate out the meat.
Anna came walking back around the corner, she had used her aura to squeeze the water from her clothes and skin, though her hair was still wet. She giggled as her father simply eradicated the gunk that was on his clothes.
“Thank you.” Anna smiled up at Alan.
“Yeah, well he’ll be going with you.” Alan smiled. “Plus this needed to happen outside of a battle zone.”
“Oh yeah.” Anna nodded emphatically. “Completely.”
Alan smiled as he clapped his hands. “All right! Everyone get ready for a taste test sensation! Except Brooklynn, I’ll have your corn done not long after.”
“What is she vegetarian?” Vegeta snapped.
“Vegan.” Brooklyn said as she crossed her arms.
“I make meat.” Vegeta crossed his arms as if to challenge her.
“Good for you, my husband is who you want to impress.” She nodded to Kenji.
“Huh, fair.” Vegeta nodded. “Why is he staring at the grills?”
“He grills too, but for fun.” Brooklynn smiled.
“Hey, amateur!” Vegeta stomped forward.
Kenji flinched. “Yes?”
“You’re my second.” Vegeta grinned.
Kenji smiled and saluted, “Yes sir!”
“Ben, you got my stuff?” Alan asked.
“Stuff?” Vegeta asked as Ben walked out with a wheeled tray filled with cooking paraphernalia.
“Oh, now we’re getting serious!” Vegeta grinned. “Anna, you got my stuff?”
Anna nodded and tossed out a pink and blue capsule that turned into another wheeled tray with similar cooking tools on it.
“Just so we’re clear, I’m recusing myself.” Anna smiled.
“Clever girl.” Vegeta stared at her with a vicious smile..
“Man if you knew the history of that phrase here.” Alan shook his head. “All right folks, quarter of a steak each for the taste testing. Be honest, put your fork on the plate you like most.”
“Do we get ketchup?” Anna asked with a devious grin.
Both men stopped and glared.
“I found the heckler.” Alan said through gritted teeth.
“Considering her parentage, I’m not surprised.” Vegeta nodded.
(T)(D)(T)(F)---(T)(F)(T)(W)
Darkseid paced on Apokalips.
He had been shunted back to his planet and reality with ease by the ghostly reaper. He had been embarrassed for the last time by the Scions. He would not tolerate it anymore.
“Kalibak!” He shouted for his son.
Kalibak came forward and kneeled. “Father.”
“Prepare all to attack Earth. If I cannot go to them I will draw them to me. We will slaughter Superman's adopted homeworld.” Darkseid grinned.
The sound of chains echoed through the halls.
“Alice?” Hare lifted his head.
“She’s coming...” March Hare’s vocalizer on the back of the warbeast he was attached to, sang to life.
Soon a woman in white with red on a half mask walked into view.
“And who are you?” Darkseid asked.
“I am called Kyton. I come from Alan Quain’s home reality.” She said as the chains holding Hare released him. “I am the Revenant of Heroes, element of metal.” March Hare’s brain case released itself and fell to the ground.
“FREEDOM!” The brains’ final thoughts shouted from the vocalizer.
“You will keep them no longer!” Kyton’s chains flew from openings and snagged the ragged body of Hare into a swirling portal.
“So it is war!” Darkseid grinned as lanced out a punch, but a wall of crystal rose up from the ground.
“I’m here to asshole.” Stephen Quain walked in as the air around all of Darkseid’s forces turned to solid crystalline bindings. “And we brought an old friend.”
A scream of rage tore through the air as a clown mask landed at Darkseid’s feet.
Darkseid looked down and was caught by a powerful uppercut, but it was nothing to him. He did recognize his opponent, they had taken him form Quain’s home reality and tormented him. They had tried to shatter the mask he wore only to find it resisted them at all attempts. He wore a new mask now, but Darkseid felt the same hidden power inside it. He grinned and grabbed the human’s fist and tossed him back.
“Dammnit!” SideEffect shouted. “If I could feel those bones I’d be even more pissed!”
“And now I am...” Darkseid looked outside his window to see a series of explosions ripple across Apokalips.
A man flew down to his window, a billowing red cape.
“I’m afraid not, Darkseid, this is the Scion’s war.” Superman smiled. “We’re just helping.” He flew in and slammed the leader of Apokalips through the walls.
Kyton looked at Stephen Quain, “Don’t kill the sapient ones.”
Stephne rolled his eyes. “Just because I have a history with the hairball doesn’t mean I’m trigger happy.”
Kalibak looked around in confusion. The crystal bindings were all too familiar and he looked at the human in fear. “Can you please not turn me into crystal again? It really hurts.”
Stephen rolled his eyes.
(T)(D)(T)(F)---(T)(F)(T)(W)
In the black space above Apokalips, a green form looked down upon the world. A scythe and sword were by his side, as was a young pale skinned woman. She shook her head but did not oppose the Scion.
“You started this early.” Death of the Endless sighed. “Why?”
“Because it’s the one thing no one would expect me to actually do.” Wraith drew his daggers from his side and looked them over. His black blade still had a knick in it from when a piece broke off in Atropos. “So I’ll make sure this entire war is off balance.”
Death of the Endless shook her head. “I think she got under your skin. So to speak.”
“She did.” Wraith acknowledged. “For this I am not Death. For this I am the endless rage of the murdered and unavenged. She wants this fight, I’ll give it to her, but on my terms.”
“What are your friends doing?” Death of the Endless looked down.
One half of Apokolips was now thoroughly exploded with mechanical animals running rampant over it. The other half was now a flower covered paradise that had strange trees restraining the parademons and other forces.
“What they do best.” Wraith smiled. “Chaos and Imbalance.”
“And what can we do?” The voice of Astral, Scion of Order asked as he appeared.
“Cage of this reality, separate it from itself.” Wraith leaned on his scythe.
“Shadow reality?” Astral asked.
Wraith nodded.
“I’m gonna need my buddy down there.” Astral nodded.
“I’m your buddy?!” Perfection cooed as he appeared. “Hiya D.o.E.! How’s Delirium?”
“Delerious.” Death of the Endless smiled with a nod.
“All right!” Perfection cheered. “One shadow realm coming up!” He snapped his fingers and a wig very similar to a popular card game anime character’s hair appeared on his head and his clothes shifted to a similar style.
“Does that mean I have to be Kaiba?” Astral sighed.
“Would you?” Perfection asked with a pleading look.
“Okay, fine. This once.” Astral sighed and his trench coat shifted to that of another coat similar to the other one’s rival.
“I’m not watching this.” Wraith sighed as he vanished.
“Man, what a party pooper.” Perfection sighed. “Well it’s time to get twisted!”
(T)(D)(T)(F)---(T)(F)(T)(W)
Anna sat watching her friends and her father. Everyone was relaxed and the party was winding to a close. Vegeta was busy going over a speech with her dad and Salem was busy trying to understand how Ben survived a Carnotaurus as a teenager with no powers.
“We will go to our final battle soon.” Rio sat beside her enjoying some of the last steak.
“Well not our last.” Anna smiled.
Rio shook her head. “I cannot go with you beyond this.”
Anna looked at Rio. “Did I say something, do something?”
Rio shook her head. “I have a responsibility I too will be stepping into, at Arceus’ last request.”
Anna hugged Rio. “You could have said something.”
“I was conflicted.” Rio admitted, “But it was Arlina that made me realize I had to do it.”
Anna nodded. “You’ll always be my sister.”
“You will always be welcome in my world.” Rio smiled and gave a happy yip.
Anna smiled. “Bonds beyond life and death.”
“Bonds beyond time and space.” Rio said as a compliment to it. “I will cherish the time we have had together.”
Anna smiled and held up the pokeball.
“Oh no,we still need that, I don’t want to travel the multiverse exposed to it!” Rio barked nervously.
Anna laughed. “Okay, One last big adventure.”
“Once more unto the breach, my friends.” Alan said as he sat next to them.
“What?” Anna asked.
“The Bard himself.” Alan smiled. “Henry the Fifth.”
Anna nodded. “I’m scared.”
Alan nodded. “So am I. I could lose the most important people to me. But it has to stop, she has to be stopped, he has to be stopped. No more.”
Anna nodded.
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead.” Yaz said. “Act Three, Scene One.”
“Indeed.” Alan smiled and nodded. “I better pick up Teal’c and the other’s too.”
Anna looked at her father quizzically.
“He sounds a lot like Kratos. But he enjoys breaking False gods, so...” He paused. “Disturbingly coincidental hobbies.”
Anna giggled.
“How many of my friends have that hobby?” Alan pondered aloud.
Vegeta jumped up and waved his hand.
“No, Vegeta. Frieza was not a false god.” Alan sighed.
“Fair.” Vegeta harrumphed.
“Well I have to get this all cleaned up tomorrow.” Darius sighed.
Alan gave a baring laugh.
“What?” Darius asked.
“Darius.” Anna scoffed, “We aren’t trashy guests...” She focused and Hong Long came out from her aura and quickly began to pick up trash.
Alan simply focused on various small bits that flew to the trash cans. Within minutes the backyard and the grills were sparkling.
“Kami, do I miss the easy cleanups...” Vegeta sighed. “You know the stars here are bit different, but I like’em.”
Anna smiled and began to point out the constellations. Soon though Alan, Anna and their guests returned to the Camp for one more night of rest.
When they got back Anna and Alan crashed within minutes, Vegeta and Salem were still up staring out at the stars.
“You feel it?” Vegeta asked.
“Like a cat with its hackles up.” Salem nodded.
“What do you do, to keep her safe?” Vegeta asked.
“Got some magic, but mostly I use big guns.” Salem said. “I can hack, but it’s a tertiary skill nowadays. If I get pissed I can jack my bodies’ power up, but not anywhere near as powerful as you.”
Vegeta nodded. “Willing to die?”
“For them?” Salem just nodded.
“Good.” Vegeta nodded. “He wants me up front with Darkseid. How do you think I’ll fair?”
“Depends.” Salem shrugged, “What’s your newest technique?”
“Well I developed a bit of an Ego, if you will.” Vegeta grinned.
“No, not with Darkseid.” Salem shook his head. “Definitely poor on the aggression, but you do not want to take a hit. Especially the Omega Beams, you can’t dodge them, you can only put others in front of them.”
(T)(D)(T)(F)---(T)(F)(T)(W)
“He wasn’t there.” Consumption hissed. “Not even a trace of him.”
Atropos blinked in shock. She felt for certain Wraith would retreat to the Gates of Hell in their home reality. That he wasn’t there was a shock.
“That’s because he’s off picking a fight with Darkseid.” Odin shook his head. “Your plans aren’t coming together, Norn.”
“Don’t call me that.” Atropos said in an off-sweet tone. “I write fates, they make a show of them.”
Odin grunted. He was starting to regret working with this woman.
“As I said it doesn’t matter.” Atropos shoved her hand into her leg, golden ichor rolled out as she pulled an obsidian black shard from her leg. “A piece of his Sin left to remember him by.”
“I can use that.” Sindri shot up, “That will work” He walked over and held out his hands.
Atropos smiled and dropped it in his open palms. The sharp piece struck into the dwarf’s hand and his grief flashed before his eyes and he clutched his hand around the piece as he roared in pain. He forced himself over to his work table and pried it out of his own hand.
Atropos watched in shock.
“It wants you to suffer under your own guilt.” Sindri winced. “Vicious piece, but it has a piece of him, more than enough.”
“Then let Undeath Echo through the multiverse.” Atropos roared with laughter.
Odin watched the woman and slowly tilted his head towards her, then to Sindri. He nodded slowly as he realized what was happening. He had to get out of this mad house and fast.
(T)(D)(T)(F)---(T)(F)(T)(W)
Anna stretched as Hong Long coiled about in the sky, doing his own version of warming up. Alan yawned as he said his goodbyes to his co-workers and bosses.
Dr. Grant handed him a book, an old one signed by another Paleontologist. Quain grinned as he put the book signed by Tim Murphy into his bag. Dr. Ellie Sattler just gave him a hug. Dr. Wu who had the hardest time saying goodbye, despite the few words the two ever exchanged they had become good friends and trusted each other.
“Don’t go bad or I’ll be back.” Alan smiled.
“I don’t think I can anymore.” Wu smiled.
“He’s got the heart!” Anna shouted. “He took a while to grow into it though!”
Dr. Wu smiled and waved. “Take care of her, she still needs her father.”
Alan nodded and stood next to his daughter.
“What do you think, two holes?” Anna asked.
Alan blew a raspberry. “Why waste the energy?”
Anna nodded. “So who is going to make it?”
Alan stroked his chin. “Rock paper scissors?”
Anna rolled her eyes and Hong Long roared and tore into reality leaving an extra large whole gaping open.
“See you in a week!” Anna laughed as she ran and jumped through. Salem came screaming after her shouting about not being ready.
“That’s CHEATING!” Alan shouted as he raced after his daughter. Vegeta sighed and ran after his friend, grumbling about losing the steak-off once more.
As he breached into the multiverse he felt the power of his new nature course through him. He held it back, but just barely. He wanted to show Darkseid exactly how bad he had messed up.
Anna also felt the power crest in her and she looked back and smiled at her father while Salem tumbled in the rear of Hong Long’s frame. She waved as her father and Vegeta skewed off in a different direction.
“I think I’m gonna puke!” Salem groaned as he spun around.
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All the Scions: OH!
S: Yup.
Astral: Fuck.
Maven: With extra cheddar.
Perfection: What?
Maven: It’s a saying from my home reality.
Perfection: But why Cheddar?
DM: How does he even have Cheddar, that’s from England.
Perfection: My head hurts.
S: So that’s her plan folks.
Mosious: That’s not good.
Theten: But there’s no need for Undeath. It’s antithetical to the universe!
Karma: Maybe it’s about exactly that. Like we’re concepts. What if she’s going for Extra material power.
S: Smart woman wins the prize.
Wraith: SHE... ANger... RAGE...
Karma: Oh no, he’s sputtering.
Astral: (steps back)
S: And now folks I work on outlining the final battle. I’ll know more about it’s length in a week or two. In the meantime I will continue to work on GSD.

1. Vaginas are all muscle.
   
2. They take a pounding during sex and come back for more.
   
3. Every human who has ever walked the Earth was squeezed out of a vagina, and i really don't know how you get more powerful than that.
   
4. Women risk their lives every time they are pregnant and give birth.
   

Testicles, on the other hand, are fragile, dangling liabilities and the weakest part on a man's body. I've started replacing the inaccurate balls with the righteous vagina, as in: "It takes some vagina to ski jump." Please help me fix this oversight in the English language!

Together 2 years, broken up 2 years (when it ended she was hopeful for a future so I stayed in contact and we ended up going and doing all the stuff we normally would at weekends/during the week) Within that time alot of toxicity arised and she said its a definate no to getting back, finds me really ugly and wouldnt go near me.. and i know she means that, but she still wanted the friendship even though i was madly in love still so never could be just friends nor would i want that when the intention was to be together so basically now i suspect her attentions elsewhere but she says its not until shes blue in the face (gut instinct) and i called it a day it hurt but i cant be around if someone else comes and gets her love i know its immature but it absolutely breaks me So im in love shes completely over me but misses me (for friendship) and will probably go off and get her happiest of endings and im left broken that i have zero chance and want to know how do i get over her? If there is a new guy then he will get the best of her because shes in a good place mentally… Will i when my feelings have remained for 4 years in total ?

I have been saving for a while and finally had enough to buy Element Lord ship. So I buy it, upgrade it a few times, then switch over to another ship to upgrade that one, then come back to Element Lord to find that it wants me to unlock it again. The 500 crystals, and nearly 70 legendary pieces (buying the ship + upgrades) are gone.
This is the second time in the last 5 months that I have lost over 500 crystals and 70 legendary pieces. I f*cking hate this app and if the issue isn't resolved by the "support" team (which I almost know it won't be), then unfortunately, I think it is time to say goodbye to the game because this is getting ridiculous.

Throwaway for obvious reasons. About 8 months ago I enlisted into the army at 17. Not gonna get into details but at one point was going through a tough time and spoke to a doctor about bad thoughts I was having, and she asked if I wanted to speak to someone to which I said yes. I went to the community mental health services, talked with them and after they told me to come back in a week to see progress (until then I wasn’t allowed near to handle a weapon) to which in a week I came back and then they cleared me. I was not given any further appointments and was told I’m ok to continue training, never went back. Flash forward now, tomorrow is my 18th birthday and I’ve always had an interest in guns and was looking to buy one but I’m confused on the law! It says anyone that was committed to a mental institution is prohibited unless it was by a federal department and they deemed you to no longer suffer (as per ATF form 4473). I figured I would fit into that category but to be safe I called my local PD and they said that’s a federal issue and told me to call the ATF and the ATF said to Call the clinic I went to in the army and see if they deemed me mentally defective. Can anyone help me please! I’m in NH if it helps

So is it me or did a lot of the good original characters disappear? Lady Kenna gets pregnant, goes away to give birth and is supposed to appear but never does? Even at Lola’s funeral she isn’t mentioned. Lady Lola had so much character development and knows that Mary doesn’t wanna hurt her rival yet she receives one letter and loses all logic and knowledge? She trows herself in a situation that even if not seen by anyone she would be suspected of murder, she ignored her own protection including her sons for a letter with a cypher that has been decided before. The show shows all there plots and big thinking before having done small stuff yet for this big thing she just stops thinking? I understand if the actress wanted to leave but the writers really rushed about this. The only reason for Bash to leave Mary was so that he can learn how to control his foreseeing abilities yet he never comes back to help her? I read that the show stopped mid production from S4 because of its low viewership. Could it be because all the characters we knew were removed? Season 4 was interesting but the characters I trusted to do the right thing were gone and were replaced with people who we don’t know truly. I love the show but it kinda lost the thing that firstly got me into it. Thank god they kept Grea and Catherine

Shop wants me to pay $1008 for a replacement and the part they’re using is $825 I’m just gonna by a used one for under $100 off eBay but I don’t know where it is. Please help can’t find it anywhere

I have a demo lesson coming up for an ESL high school position and have no clue what to teach. I've taught for nearly 6 years, but mostly just ELA. This school's ESL department reached out to me after seeing my resume when I applied for the school's ELA position. I've only taught ESL abroad and have little knowledge of WIDA standards. They're basically giving me free rein for the lesson. It'll be a 15-20 minute lesson for 20-25 10th grade Level 1-2 students. Students have Chromebooks, and I'll have a Smart board. Does anyone have ideas for a demo lesson? Thank you!

My mother thinks it’s a miracle.
Yesterday my childhood dog showed up at my house after having disappeared thirty years ago, and I’ve been trying to figure out what is happening and what it means.
To say I’m unsettled would be an understatement.
I’m not on the best terms with my mother. We never had the best relationship, but she’s been pushing boundaries really terribly ever since my son was born. She’ll show up out of the blue demanding to spend time with him, demanding “grandmother privileges” without giving us any heads up or letting us prepare ourselves for company, she’ll take things from the house without asking, she tried to bully us into letting her move in, that sort of thing. It doesn’t bug me terribly, maybe because I’m used to it, but my wife has been on the verge of blowing up and banning her from our house for months.
So when I called her up to tell her about this dog that I could swear was Shadow, I should have braced for the worst.
She practically broke down the door rushing over to our house in a matter of minutes.
I couldn’t think of any distinguishing characteristics other than his dichromatic eyes and the fact that I’d never seen a dog that looked quite like him, but my mother remembered that Shadow had a missing toe on his left front paw, and we were always curious as to what had happened.
Sure enough, this returned Shadow was missing the same toe.
On that note, my mother has never been the least bit religious, but I think Shadow turning up after all these years is triggering some sort of conversion.
"It must be a sign. God wants us to have another shot with him," she said.
"You're religious now?" I asked.
"This is proof of something, isn't it? Your childhood dog, your best friend has returned after thirty years to protect your son. That's incredible!"
For once, she and my wife finally agree on something: we’re keeping “Shadow.” I’m leery as all hell about it, and what scares me more than anything i just how comfortable he’s making everyone else around him. Last night my wife and mother were watching television and eating popcorn with Shadow curled up at their feet. I swear, I haven’t seen them more at peace together than in that moment, and even I have to admit it makes me feel bad that I’m trying to deprive them of that, but there is something unnatural about this whole ordeal. Something bad.
It's like nobody is listening to reason.
Those hairs on the back of your neck that stand up from some signal deep in the mammalian brain, that tell you something is very wrong — get out of this situation now — alarm bells are going off, it feels like I'm the only one who has them in this family.
Apparently he showed up at our door while I was at work yesterday and my wife brought him in to get him a snack and some water. She's a dog person, so seeing the majestic animal panting at our doorstep she naturally trusted him and let him in.
"You brought in a wild animal with our infant son in the house?" I asked, honestly flabbergasted.
"He's not some wild wolf or something. He's a dog and very obviously a good one at that. I could just tell."
I remembered back to childhood, that gruff voice that came from Shadow detailing each gory moment of the scene that would happen if he chose to rip out my sister's throat, the flesh torn open, the blood drenching the cartoon pillowcase, the splatter on her curtains as he shook her windpipe like a dead rat. I looked at him, and the way he looked at me was as if he knew.
"Every moment he's in this house I'm going to be afraid of what he'll do." I told her.
"He's a good dog. Your mom says you were inseparable from him when you were a kid. What's changed?"
"Why is nobody listening to me? He was possessive of me but I was always terrified of him. I don't want him in our house." I said.
"You're being so irrational about this," she said.
Irrational? I'm sorry, I'm not convinced a dog can be thirty-seven years old.
My brain's not some cabinet of horrors. I get that I have the reputation in my family as still being some sort of imaginative child even though all that stopped thirty years ago, but it feels to me that these red flags I'm seeing everywhere are pretty obvious.
Honestly the worst thing is that after never being civil to each other for six and a half years my wife and mother are abruptly best friends. My wife even invited my mother to come stay with us for a while.
My wife and I were in the kitchen after dinner when she brought the idea up. I had been drying a plate and it slip out of my hands and broke on the floor.
"An extra pair of hands around the house won't hurt."
"An extra pair of hands and a drooling maw," I said. The dog looked up at me and I felt like it grabbed my voice.
I cleaned up the broken plate, downcast. The moment she brought it up I knew I'd already lost that argument. I've been burning through overtime at work to pay for childcare, but that's left so much extra housework for my wife that it's really not fair to her for me to argue on this. We need the help.
So in addition to worrying about this demon dog or whatever Shadow is, I'm having to move everything out of my office to make my mother a guest room, and the emotional dynamic of my marriage has completely shifted overnight.
Most of the things in my office I don't really use. I carried the files downstairs and had started the laborious project of trying to disassemble my wire shelves when I heard my son babbling in the other room. He was never this talkative.
I came into my son's room as the sun was dipping below the window and bathing the room in golden light. Shadow was there, but this time he was standing on his hind legs, almost as if he was human. His hair puffed up and he looked powerful, regal, wise. He stood there gazing at my son.
“No,” I said, “go back to where you came from. I don’t want you here.”
When he turned to look at me his eyes burned into mine with an intense stare, the reached into me and grabbed hold of something they found inside me. I couldn't move. An unbelievable feeling of calm washed over me and I left the room as though my body was on marionette strings.
As soon as I closed the door my paternal instincts took back over and I was immediately terrified that something was happening to my son. I yanked the door back open dreading the worst — what if the beast had carried him off, had taken him to some dark hole we would never find to eat his tender body — what if he'd come back again from some rotten hell to take everything from me and there was nothing I could do to stop him. But when the door flew open Shadow was sitting there as a regular dog, wagging his tail while my son said nonsense syllables to him.
But that wasn’t real. Something was off. It was like the scene was only in my imagination. My eyes, they weren’t even open, how could what I was seeing be real if my eyes weren’t even open?
I focused with everything I had. My body felt like it was moving through wet concrete — if I didn’t shuck it off right now it would solidify and I wouldn’t be able to regain control again.
I focused, even as something pushed back. I pushed with all my will to open my eyes and see what was actually happening in front of me.
I dredged up every ounce of courage I had against that beast, every ounce of resentment for the things he did to me in childhood. I remembered how he made me, an innocent little boy, push my sister down the stairs — how I’d never recovered my relationship with her.
No, I thought. I am an adult now, not some little boy who is constantly afraid.
I will see. I will, I told myself.
My eyes snapped open. I saw Shadow standing upright, bipedal, his back long, and straight, and strong, and he was holding my son, the back of his onesie caught on that animal’s teether. He looked at me with golden eyes, stared into me, but I refused to budge — I refused to let him back into me even an inch.
I realized he was frozen too. For some reason he couldn’t move while he was trying to exert his will over me. My son wriggled and I knew he was destined to fall any moment.
I pushed through the room, every step heavy and exhausting. I grabbed my son out of “Shadow’s” mouth and wrenched him free, and I backed out of the room.
As soon as I was free of the room I regained full control of my body and dashed down the stairs holding my infant son. I was going to get us out of this, no matter what my wife and mother thought.
I heard my wife’s voice call out to me from the kitchen as I was nearly out the door. “You cannot leave with him. He is not your son anymore. Shadow will be a better father to him than you could ever be. Shadow can keep him safe.”
It was my wife’s voice, but those weren’t her words. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what, but even if she was deranged enough to claim Shadow was my son’s father, she wouldn’t have used those words.
“He’s done something to you. You have to resist. You have to break free.”
My mother came out of the kitchen carrying a pair of scissors as if they were knives, smiling.
“I’m so sorry,” I muttered. “I’m sorry I’m leaving you to him, but I have to make sure our son is safe. I’ll be back for you. I promise.”
I slammed the door and leapt in the car. In my bedroom window I saw Shadow watching me. I didn’t even want to know what his next move would be.
I drove until I was tired of driving and pulled into a parking lot to think and type this up. My son is sleeping in the car seat. For the moment, we’re safe, but where we can go from here, I have no idea.
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Hey everybody, hope you all are doing well!
I am very sorry if this is a common knowledge post, but this is my first time trying to see Ed Sheeran live so I was curious if you all who have been going to his concerts for longer happened to know if you didn't mind me asking. I was wondering if we can we expect the ticket prices to his concerts to fall as the date gets closer? I really wanna go to the Subtract Boston show on June 29 as it is accessible for me by public transportation, and from where I work this summer, I wouldn't be able to get back home after the Foxborough show. I initially saw tickets on Seatgeek and Stubhub for around $100-200 and didn't go for it thinking it'd drop, but now they're at least $700 if not mostly over 1000, so I was just curious. I noticed for a lot of other musicians prices drop near showtime.
Thanks everybody for your help and advice! I really appreciate it and hope you all have a good one.

I don't expect you to read all that I'm surely about to write down. But if you do, well...thank you. I have few people to talk to, and even fewer who will listen.
Last week, I went to get a new set of tires for my car. On my way home from the tire shop, I was nearly involved in a collision due to another driver's inconsideration. I won't get into the details of what led to that near-wreck other than to state that the driver of the other vehicle was operating his vehicle in an extremely dangerous manner that put both myself and others at risk.
When we approached the stop light side-by-side (the aggressive driver to my left), I looked over and saw the him with his middle finger in the air directed at me. So, I rolled down my window and asked what the hell his problem was, and told him that he nearly caused a multi-car accident because of his reckless driving. Instead of admitting his error, he tried to turn it around on me and others, claiming that we were too slow and were in his way (despite that all the other drivers were driving in accordance with the law and posted speed limit). I argued with him and told him that he was the one in error, he was the one speeding, he was the one cutting people off, and he was the one who made several people veer off the road. Then he said, "It's not my fault you f**ers are too slow. Maybe learn to drive faster, fa*ot.
Now, it was at this point that I made a choice. I chose to tell the guy to go f**** himself and I drove away when the light turned green.
It should have stopped there. Well, honestly, it should have stopped before it even started - before I said a single word. I should have let it go. But I didn't. I was ENRAGED. And I stayed angry all day, and all evening.
I realized my problem. Instead of 1) engaging with him, and 2) carrying that anger with me for so long, I had another option. What I realize now that I should have done is to not hold other people to my expectations. Because I had these expectations that everyone should drive safely and considerately, and because I have expectations that people should be intellectually and emotionally honest enough to admit their faults and apologize to others, I was severely discouraged and angry when neither of my expectations were met. Not only were they not met, but the guy decided to do quite the opposite of everything I (and most people) would expect in that situation. And this led to a snowball effect that pulled in to the front of my mind everything I see wrong with this country and humanity, and of course this just made me even angrier.
Then, the next day, I had an interesting moment where I understood that the better course of action would have been to treat the gentlemen like the moron he was so insistent on behaving like. I don't mean that I should be rude to him or anything, but rather that I should have treated him the same I would a child who insists that he's right in his belief that unicorns exist.
This whole ordeal reminded me of a Louis CK skit about arguing with his 3-year-old child about how to pronounce Fig Newtons, and the child insisted they were right and that they were called "Pig Newtons". But really, Louis CK has an excellent point!
"Any time you're like this with a 3-year-old, 'DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!?' then you're the problem."
"No, dad. No, I haven't I haven't developed enough. You're just going to have to wait."
I've learned that you really have to just lower your standards when interacting with other people. At some point, you're going to find that they do, say, or believe in something that is either misinformed, hurtful, offensive, or selfish. I chose to get angry, but I had another choice.
I should have stopped and realized that this guy who nearly ran multiple people off the road or into oncoming traffic and who was then flipping me off is, for all intents and purposes, a moron. Clearly he's uneducated and inexperienced to the point that he has little knowledge of the workings of the world around him, or of the feelings of the people around him.
He was no different than a 3-year-old insisting that unicorns exist and that anyone who doesn't believe in unicorns is stupid.
I should have said (to myself) "Oh, I see now. He's an idiot in the literal sense of the word. I figured maybe he knew better and would just apologize, but nope....I see that my judgment was incorrect. This man indeed knows no better." I should have smiled at him and said "Have a great day!"
That one realization would have instantly prevented me from boiling over. Going along with that analogy of boiling over, it's like watching a boiling pot of pasta with the gas turned on high. The pot of pasta is my reaction to the situation. With enough heat, the starches of the pasta will form bubbles at the top and will eventually overflow onto the stove, creating even bigger messes. To prevent that from happening, you have two options: 1) Turn down the heat, or 2) Put a lid on the pot. Either option will almost instantly stop the pot from boiling over. Since I had no control over the heat (the reckless actions and behavior of the other driver), that left me with one option - to take control of the situation myself by putting a lid on it. That lid is the realization that there are forces actively trying to elicit a response from me by applying heat, and that I have a responsibility to myself to not make a bigger mess of the situation than it needs to be, and - moreover, I have the authority over my reactions, not him.
Unfortunately, I failed to put a lid on the pot that day, and I burned myself. Not only was I angry for the remainder of the day, but I also my spouse uncomfortable because I wouldn't let it go.
Anyway, that's all. Here's a link to the Louis CK skit in question.
TL;DR: Louis CK yadda yadda yadda anger yadda yadda yadda oopsie I forgot they were an idiot yadda yadda yadda.

I’ve been looking for some advice. I’m ftm and am part of a friend group with mainly just guys and last year one of my friends came out as mtf. I guess because we had this “trans stuff” in common we became really close. She was getting bullied verbally quite a lot, especially by one person in particular. (She was out to a lot more people than me which is why I didn’t get bullied as much.)
She came out to her mom at some point and was told that “one day you’re a he the next you’re a they and now a she, you can’t pick and choose what you are”. Either way she was getting picked on more now and had practically no support at home.
Around September she requested that no one would use her pronouns or name, so that teachers wouldn’t contact her mom. She also left our friend group to avoid the one particular bully. We don’t talk as much now but near winter I texted to make sure she was okay and she just told me that it wasn’t safe for her to be out and that she was just going to have to live like this until she graduates.
I’ve been keeping an eye on her just to make sure she’s doing okay, but today when I got to school I saw that she had buzzed her hair, which had previously been down to her waist. I assumed it was her mother, but she said it was of her own volition.
At this point I’m just seeking advice. What can I do to support her? And is she in denial or did she cut her hair to fit in?
Oh and if ur reading this Juni, I hope you’re doing okay.

I use TradingView on my iPad and everything works fine. However when I select charts I puts me on the chart nowhere near the price candles. I always have too find where the activity is. Not a big deal but if someone has a solution for this I would appreciate it.

I just want a hard sci-fi writing podcast. But google has utterly failed me.
I can't find any writing podcasts that are ONLY about writing science fiction. I'm specifically looking for a podcast about writing HARD science fiction. So, no FTL, no artificial gravity, no reactionless drives, no violating the laws of physics. Just a podcast about science and fiction and how the two relate. Something like the Artifexian youtube channel, about science based world-building and exploration of social issues that result from specific technologies that are possible in our near future. Artifexian has a podcast, yes, but one of the two hosts HATES hard science fiction, and likes fantasy exclusively. I am trying to find a podcast ONLY about hard science fiction writing, but all I can find are podcasts reading science fiction, sci-fi audio dramas, or writer podcasts full of people who HATE hard sci-fi or constantly talk about fantasy.
I just want a hard sci-fi writing podcast. Can anyone please help me?

As the title mentions I'm an advanced-novella RPer looking for GMs or offering myself as a GM for various text-based RPs. I've provided a sample down below and will ask the same of anybody that reaches out. Outside of writing I tend to spend most of my time on games like Knights of the Old Republic 2, New Vegas, and, indeed, the Hobocop Game. I'm an Associate at Amazon with an otherwise unimpressive social life, occasionally leaving the house to play WH40K Tabletop.
Discord is more-or-less required for me to be interested; sample incoming.
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The boar is not dead, though to all the other hunters’ senses it is. It lays motionless on its side within the sled, tied down by rope with two arrows sticking discordantly out of its hide like seams of broken bone. Frozen blood pools in the cracked stomach of the sled, collecting rather than leaking now that red ice has sealed the wood. Poison leaching out of the arrowheads keeps the boar docile, and its breathing so light that only Trapper can see. An ovate in too-thin robes shivers as she ties a garland of rosemary around the beast’s neck, murmuring prayers to the ancestors that they might find the kill worthy.
Winter has seized the land in its vise, its unending waves of cold and snow having transformed the Barony of Marlas into a crueler scape, one Trapper doesn’t quite recognize. Tranquility abounds along the driven snow, all through the clearing, hiding the buried world and the woes of man but unable to snuff them out. Trapper knows well what a mirage it is, the oppressive winters of his homeland no less savage than the bloodletting summers. The numbing cold does not soothe his aches, for he knows they’ll be worse come morning, come the thaw. Too soon this clearing will melt, its river gone from white to red, the whole Septima Line thrust back to war.
Baron Orys refuses to yield to midnight season, to accept its peace, and so from his great warhorse’s saddle he brazenly belts out a mixture of drunken lyrics and commands, determined to master this hunt even if he does not partake. An entourage on horseback spreads out in his orbit, ranging from eager young footmen to grizzled junkers, all in varying states of inebriation at his command. Their braying is nearly louder than the hounds’, who hungrily stalk between the sled and the hole they pulled the boar out from. Teased by the hunt but yet unrewarded, they’re too unruly to be kept in check by the kennel master.
On foot slog the unfortunates who actually have to take part in the hunt, Trapper among them. They huddle into their hemp canvas cloaks, glancing up at the moody afternoon sky threatening to crack open with another snowstorm. Dark clouds sweep in low from the south like a riptide, a single vast current swept in from the mountains already menacing the Oldwoods. Its furthest gales reach them as tongues of vengeful cold, flecks of whipped-up snow biting into Trapper’s exposed skin.
By the boar’s nest leans a typical Mallean, one of Trapper’s two erstwhile comrades. Sigorn is tall, pale, broad, with the close-set, wide-boned features of a commoner, and a shock of red hair grown out to protect against the elements. Beneath his cloak he proudly bears his blood-flecked armor, each dent a Darkman put into it a point of dear pride. He’s not the only one, either, the clearing filled with dozens of youths whose first blooding ended in victory amid a blizzard. Baron Orys, deep into his cups after six days of nonstop celebration, saw a break in the storms and gladly called a hunt. When informed he could not go on account of his shattered knee - he simply grinned, and ordered himself tied to his saddle.
Trapper remembers the moment his lord fell from the saddle, burned into his nerves. The screaming of horses, skidding hooves catching on the frozen ground. On the edges of his vision a rider smashes into a branch in the din, others don’t move at all for fear of the blizzard. His spurs dig, his borrowed steed whines, and he races for his lord - only for another to reach him first.
“What a woman.” Sigorn sighs beside Trapper, craning his neck to look at one of their lord’s companions of honor. Susannah Oye, junker unlike the others, a pretty, willowy noblewoman well into motherhood, with the lean, ruthless look of a ranger. Her two poisoned arrows are what struck the boar down, and her pride curls off her body like steam. Sigorn’s face cracks into exaggerated appreciation, and then he turns to their lord’s other honored companion. Another woman, this one as young as they are, haughtily-built and leering with none of Susannah’s refinement. Many of those looks are reserved for Trapper, forced to slog on foot as just another hunter. “Anya too. I think she fancies you, eh?”

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Just flew a couple of AC flights (booked through UA)... wondering if I even have something complaint worthy.
Booked an AC flight through UA some time in the fall of 2022. At the beginning of 2023, AC made a change to the operating carrier of the flight (Jazz to AC mainline with same flight time), and as a result, our outbound leg got cancelled. Instead of being replaced by the new AC flight, our booking stayed without an outbound leg for many days. I eventually called in to UA to re-instate the AC flight for my outbound leg. The agent initially refused to do so, as she stated she was only permitted to put me on an UA operated flight, but I eventually was able to get her supervisor to clear putting me back on the AC flight. I get an updated eTicket while still on the phone, and hang up no worse for wear. This was only a minor issue, but becomes (potentially) relevant later.
Fast forward to my flight. A couple days before the flight, I noticed I was unable to view my booking using the provided AC PNR on AC's website to select seats. I had contacted by UA and AC, who assured me there was no issue. I was then unable to check-in online at T-24, and am told I need to check-in at the airport. I get to the airport, and AC's agents cannot see any valid ticket with the PNR provided, only old tickets that had been exchanged. I am hot potato'd back/forth in the airport between AC and UA desks, which are thankfully only about a 1-minute walk away from each other, and eventually UA is able to push an updated eTicket number to AC through their help desk. We were lucky to make our flight, as it took them almost 45 minutes to figure this all out, and we were officially checked in with 1 minute before cutoff.
While on our trip, I was still unable to view our booking on AC's website. Contacted both UA and AC, who again, both re-assured me everything was good to go. Surprise... unable to check in at T-24. Sensing a repeat event, we arrived as SFO 2.5 hours before our flight. Once there, another completely unforeseeable surprise... AC is unable to view any valid tickets yet again. We play hot potato again, this time on hard mode -between T2 and T3 (with 2 large suitcases in tow) at SFO. This eventually ends up winding to actual running through the airport as the minutes counted down until cutoff, as both parties simply refused to talk to each other, and would only throw disparaging comments at each other's airlines/agents, leaving me to play telephone between them. 1.5 hours or so later... we make cutoff by 8 or so minutes this time.
This is entirely speculation, but from what I gather (aside from UA and AC agents hating each other at SFO)... it seems the UA agent who assisted me initially to re-book on the AC flight may have not properly re-issued our tickets when we called in, as AC was apparently unable to see anything in their system about our flights, aside from an old, invalid ticket. I don't know how the system works, but seemingly UA never pushed an updated eTicket number through to AC's system (I would've imagined this is automatic?), which resulted in the issues I had for both flights.
In reality, no losses were actually suffered from this event... it was just stressful, time-consuming, and forced me to exercise a bit more than I'd like. But still, I'm pretty frustrated/disappointed at how the whole thing was handled, and I'm not sure who I should be mad at for this event.
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Appreciate any insights or thoughts. Thanks!

Last time I needed brakes, the dealer told me the rotors can’t be machined and need to be replaced with each brake job. Is that right?
My brakes are nearing the time of needing service. Should I anticipate a full pad/rotor replacement again? If the pads are changed early, can the rotors be skipped? Or can they actually be machined?
Thanks!

Ive been on a FFXIV [Aether- Cactuar] binge lately but im solo and its getting lonely. Currently nearing the end of Heavensward content but I feel like ive barely scratched the surface of this game. Would love someone to chill with and show me around or just do our daily roulettes. Even if we just in game chat about what weve done thats cool too!
Big Bonus points if we could also get into some shooters when we feel more energetic, specifically Hunt: Showdown or EFT although I could be convinced to play almost anything if we vibe.
Age 25+ Please and no server recruitments thanks!
Discord: Luerin#6071
IGN: Luerin Evandell

So I need advice I dunno if it’ll even be reached but to ask for this advice y’all gotta know who I am and some details,possible trigger extremely toxic parents and living experience and SA . So I’m Faye for internet reasons and my birth mother is S, dad is D and mom is M. When I was little S and D went through a nasty divorce that resulted in broke bones homes and lives after a grueling two year period little me ends up living with D during this time up until my 15th birthday my father was a loving but hard parent the son of a military vet very big on corporal punishment but not a bad man well the first instances I have of my mother are Thursday visits that consisted of a park visit and her telling me how awful my father was and how he was keeping me from her so from the time I was 10 years old till 11 I heard once a week that my father was trash this was step one of her many year plan . Once I turned 12 and many more court dates later S gained weekend visits and holidays rotating those with D. At first these visits were semi harmless a trip four hours away to my grandparents house a new game for my DSI and the mention of her own house with a man let’s call him L . Well the semi harmless visits to my grand parents changed around the end of my 12th year and 13th birthday and thus begun a hell that would last until I was 14. Now I had met L a short stocky man with a son let’s call him J . Within the first visit I watched L break my mothers arm and J began molesting me and as any scared person would do we said nothing so from then until my 14th year early into it my mother suffered constant physical abuse and every other weekend and holidays I was being sexually assaulted by an older teen . L used to take my phone so I couldn’t call for help if I ever got brave. So one day I did I snuck my phone from L’s pocket and ran out of the house to a near by creek and frantically called my dad and told him of only my mothers abuse. The only thing I remember after that was him picking me up flash forward I’m 15 and living with S I know why she lived near a better school and I wanted the best for myself and thought I could just push through four years of her I was so wrong . Upon moving in with S and her new husband H she cut off all contact I had with D just radio silence that eventually turned into he’s forgotten about or hates you and after three years that included physical and verbal abuse from H and constant lies and mental manipulation from S I believed it . Flash forward in in my 20s I’ve escaped I have contact with S because she is all I had and I haven’t heard from D in years a huge life event involving cancer forces us all together and I find out that D never hated me and S told D I hated him , also untrue . So here I am a 21 year old with this broken family I after learning of My mothers lies did nothing and continued my life the way it was well when I turned 24 I worked out a big part of my life and began to transition I moved around 26 about two years into my journey and cut S out of my life completely I’m safe from her and free D knows of this and talks to me but hasn’t seen me since transition and doesn’t know me due to the circumstances above well I want to reconnect with D but it’s like meeting someone for the first time he knows nothing about the me I am now and no clue what I look like any tips do we go to dinner what do I say