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2024.05.14 19:20 Guide_to_the_Galaxy_ Just a regular day in Yokohama
A man in his 40s materializes in front of a cafe . Apart from having long dark blue hair and wearing a striped towel as a cape, he looked completely ordinary. If one were to take a closer look at him, they would notise he was holding a pair of children's sunglasses. He looks around for a bit before quickly adjusting the strap of his his shoulder bag, tossing the sunglasses onto the street and walking into the cafe.
The man orders himself a cup of tea and goes to sit down at a free table. He opens his bag, which was stuffed full with papers and notebooks, and pulls out a gray notebook with the words "DON'T PANIC" written on its cover. He sets the notebook down on the table and turns back to his bag. He furrows his brows in annoyance as he struggles to find a pen from the paper-filled bag. After some time he finally manages to find one at the very bottom of the bag. He pulls the pen out of the bag, causing some of the papers to fall on the floor. He curses before getting up and crouching down to pick up the papers. He picks up the nearest papers and puts them on the table in a neat pile before reaching for the ones that fell farther under the table.
On top of the pile of papers was a stack of dark blue business cards, tied together with a rubber band. The cards had "Douglas Adams" along with his email an phone number written on them with golden letters.
[OOC: Introducing Douglas Adams (the other one with no connections to a certain Syndicate member of the same name). He's a freelance writer who's travelling around the world to finish one of his personal projects.
Ability: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
When he touches an object he can see a list of places the objects has been in within the last 24 hours along with some information about those places. He can then choose to teleport to one of those places.
I definetly didn't forget to post this. Nooo, of course not. That would be silly.]
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The man orders himself a cup of tea and goes to sit down at a free table. He opens his bag, which was stuffed full with papers and notebooks, and pulls out a gray notebook with the words "DON'T PANIC" written on its cover. He sets the notebook down on the table and turns back to his bag. He furrows his brows in annoyance as he struggles to find a pen from the paper-filled bag. After some time he finally manages to find one at the very bottom of the bag. He pulls the pen out of the bag, causing some of the papers to fall on the floor. He curses before getting up and crouching down to pick up the papers. He picks up the nearest papers and puts them on the table in a neat pile before reaching for the ones that fell farther under the table.
On top of the pile of papers was a stack of dark blue business cards, tied together with a rubber band. The cards had "Douglas Adams" along with his email an phone number written on them with golden letters.
[OOC: Introducing Douglas Adams (the other one with no connections to a certain Syndicate member of the same name). He's a freelance writer who's travelling around the world to finish one of his personal projects.
Ability: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
When he touches an object he can see a list of places the objects has been in within the last 24 hours along with some information about those places. He can then choose to teleport to one of those places.
I definetly didn't forget to post this. Nooo, of course not. That would be silly.]
2024.05.14 19:20 Ok_Pay6836 Sefirat HaOmer - Day 22
 | Matt Mervis wears #22 for the Cubs, but he struggled in the big leagues in 2023. He was given another chance to prove he can hit major-league pitching after a recall from Triple-A Iowa earlier this year, but it didn't worked out as well as Matt would have liked; in nine games he batted just .115/.148/.154 (3-for-26) with one double, one walk and eight strikeouts and was sent back to the minors (where his numbers are much better - as of May 14, 2024: .329/.434/.683 - and he hit his 8th home run over the weekend (in 85 at bats in AAA)). submitted by Ok_Pay6836 to jewishbaseball [link] [comments] Milt Galatzer wore #22 for the Indians in 1933. If you remember back to Day 1, Milt Galatzer wore #1 for the Indians in 1936, when they brought in a 17 year old rookie pitcher, Bob Feller who later said: “There might have been better ballplayers than Milt Galatzer, but there will never be a better man.” Phil Weintraub wore #22 for the Giants in 1934, Moe Berg for the BoSox from 1936-39, Dick Conger for the Tigers in 1940, Joe Ginsberg for the Orioles from 1956-60; Kevin Pillar for the Blue Jays in 2013, Joc Pederson for the Braves in 2021 (after being traded by the Cubs to dump payroll), and Harrison Bader wore it for the Yankees in 2022-23. William “Chick” Starr wore #22 for his one appearance for the Nationals in 1936, an appearance without a plate appearance. He came into a game on June 20 against the Indians in the 8th inning as a defensive replacement at catcher. He wore #15 in 1935 (sorry, I missed it), when he played in 12 games. He played for the San Diego Padres in the Pacific Coast League, and in 1937 he played with Ted Williams and Jimmie Reese. Some may remember that Carroll Hardy was the only person to pinch hit for Ted Williams - his NYT obituary in 2020 reported, “Carroll Hardy, a reserve outfielder for the Boston Red Sox, was on the visitors’ bench in Baltimore late in the 1960 season when Ted Williams, the team’s megastar, fouled a pitch off his right foot during his first at-bat against the Orioles. Hobbled, he left the field. Hardy was told by Mike Higgins, known as Pinky, the Red Sox manager, to pinch-hit for Williams. Hardy proceeded to loft a soft line drive to the pitcher, Skinny Brown, who threw to first base for a double play. It was an ordinary play in a forgettable season for the Red Sox, except for one detail. No one had ever — ever — pinch-hit for Teddy Ballgame.” Except, that apparently is not true. According to Chick Starr (in a 1990 interview), in 1937 with the Padres he was sent in to pinch hit for Williams because the manager wanted a bunt and was unsure that Ted could lay one down. Starr is quoted as saying: “I think I was the only man ever to pinch hit for Ted Williams.” So, Hardy may have been the only player to pinch hit for The Kid, Teddy Ballgame, The Thumper, the Splendid Splinter, but William “Chick” Starr pinch hit for a teenage Ted Williams for San Diego in 1937. https://preview.redd.it/ms6laa5uef0d1.jpg?width=400&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=47d5eeeada4bccc1cb6eda0cbc113766bf5cca31 |
2024.05.14 19:20 No-Singer4911 I (21f) have never been happier than in my current relationship...but I've never felt more insecure. My boyfriend's (25m) abusive ex (26f) has a lot of say in our relationship, and I want to feel confident in myself while I help him navigate some really heavy stuff. Advice on feeling more secure?
TW: Domestic violence, ideation, SA
These past couple months of my life have been transformation, but exhausting. I recently lost my grandfather to a terminal illness, the man who supported me in countless ways and really brought our family together when he first got sick. His death was crippling for the first couple weeks, but I have since been able to see that his suffering coming to an end is worth more than the rest of us having him still with us on earth. His passing put a lot of things in perspective, including my deep rooted unhappiness in my long term relationship and my unhealthy relationship with substances. Throughout this time, I lost a number of friends to the breakup, many of which led with the whole "bros before hoes" mentality, so much so that not a single one of them reach out when my grandfather did eventually die, and I had never felt so alone. In the mean time, I was able to grow very close with a group of coworkers my age, all in their twenties. On nights where all I wanted to do was get drunk and ignore my problems, they would drive me out to the dam and sit and listen to me sob about how I felt like I wasted the last couple months of my grandfather's life getting drunk with people who threw me away when I didn't want to party any more, all in the name of distracting myself from his inevitable death. They stepped up to the plate when I broke up with my ex and he lost his mind thinking I was a horrible person for not wanting him to come to my grandfather's funeral and just wanting to be alone instead of in a relationship where I was doing so much heavy lifting for little payout. I also had to come to terms with the fact that my ex and I only ever had sex when we were drunk because I really didn't enjoy it, but there was one time where he blacked out and didn't even remember us sleeping together. During that encounter, I had begged him to stop, but he couldn't hear me I guess, and he kept going until he finished and I just laid there and cried while he passed out next to me. I now know that was rape, but in the moment I felt like I did something wrong. That period of my life was so fucking hard, but I made it with the help of some awesome people and newfound sobriety.
Among the group of coworkers was Jack (25m). I will admit, I got butterflies the moment he walked into work that first time, but I never planned on acting on it; it was just a surprising thing that had never happened to me before. He and I started a friendship when he opened up about being new to the area, his desire to move up the ladder in the industry we both work in, and told me all about his dog who he loved so much. His girlfriend at the time, Alyssa (26f) had gotten a job here and they moved three hours north for her job, and he figured he might as well start working at a serious job in his dream industry. Our friendship grew when he commented to my good friend Tony (23m) and I about the growing resentment he had for the area and his girlfriend. Apparently, for years she had always been very dependent on him while still controlling most aspects of his life, but since they moved up here, she had stopped doing any house work, taking care of their dog, and demanding that he stay home to spend time with her instead of going out to meet new people in town (we work in a very social industry, and when he first started, we all got together and offered to take him out to see new things in town, meet other big people in the industry, etc, but didn't take it personally when he said no. However, this convo made it very clear that he wanted to go those four times we tried, but he was informed by Alyssa that he was a selfish bastard for wanting to go out without her and she felt like he hated her so much that he was trying to use work as an excuse to leave her alone. I can't make this up). He started crying about how he felt like a maid, like a doormat that she walked all over and how he wished he had never moved up here, how every time he tried to break up with her she threatened to kill herself and he couldn't live with the thought of being responsible for her death. Tony let Jack know that none of that behavior was okay, and we as a group talked about what Jack really wanted to do with his life and what was holding him back. Shortly after, Jack broke up with Alyssa, who once again threatened to kill herself, got violent with him, and blamed him for throwing in the towel when she did nothing wrong. Tony gave Jack a room in apartment to stay in when it became clear that Alyssa would attack Jack anytime he was home, and he officially moved out within the week. Our coworkers all banded together to make sure he had furniture for his new room, bought him a dresser and a bed frame and we each took our cars over to his old place to move him out. It took a village, but he now has a safe apartment of his own with Tony and he has repeatedly thanked us all for letting him fall apart without judgement. A few months later, my grandfather passed and I was shown the same love by our little group. I have some amazing coworkers.
I was sitting next to Jack in the back of Tony's truck when I got the call my grandfather died. In that moment, it became clear that he really did care about me, and I am so grateful that he was there for me even when I swore I didn't need anyone. This all happened shortly after my breakup and newfound sobriety, so I was an absolute mess, but Jack didn't care. I opened up to him about my assault, my problem with drinking, and all the ugly parts of myself and he never once treated me like damaged goods. He and I fell apart and helped each other try to stitch together new lives at the expense of our old ones. I constantly am reminded by friends and family how much happier I am now, and I can give a lot of that credit to Jack and his patience and care. The same can be said for Jack, too. He and I hooked up one night months after I was single and felt slightly more in control of my emotions, and after doing that a couple more times, we started dating five months ago.
Now here comes the kicker. Jack has made some shitty choices in the past that I did not know about until we got together. Apparently, he had cheated on one of his exes at college, and when he and Alyssa first got together, he had been sleeping with two other girls who he cut things off with pretty suddenly when he got the chance to sleep with Alyssa, then they started dating a few weeks later. There are a number of girls that he kinda fucked over before the age of twenty, but he doesn't talk to any of them anymore and knows that he was in the wrong for all of them. Growth, I hope. I found out that he was still somewhat connected to one of them, and when I told him how worrisome that made me, he immediately apologized for not realizing earlier how that would make me uncomfortable and quickly (per his own volition) let her know that he did not want to continue talking because he felt it was clear she only really wanted to sleep with him and she had very little respect for his monogamous relationships. She flipped shit and he was glad that he was able to cut ties because apparently that wasn't the first time she tried to guilt trip him into staying in touch with her. But mostly, Alyssa has become a fairly constant fixture in our relationship. Because they had a dog together, Jack has to ask Alyssa when he can go over there to see the dog. She only does it on her terms, which is understandable, but she will constantly blame him for not taking care of the dog (Tony has two cats, and while Tony wants Jack to take the dog to their apartment, he doesn't think the cats would feel safe and they are already very skittish). She texts him biweekly saying that she found something of his, like a box of ties, a thing of utensils, etc, and demands he come get them and walk the dog asap. More than once, she has called him early in the morning asking him to come over because something is wrong with the dog, but most recently she called at 7 am saying "You need to get over here now, something is wrong with the dog. This shouldn't all be my problem and you should be the one taking care of this." He tries to get more info but she refused and said it shouldn't matter, he should just drop everything and take her to the vet and stop asking questions. He asked her to wait a few hours and if she still needed help he would come. Turns out, she clipped the dog's nail too short and the dog was bleeding a little, and that's what the phone call was for. But most alarming, Alyssa texted Jack repeatedly when we were on a lunch date saying that he needed to come take the dog because she was going to the mental hospital for suicidal ideation. Understandably so, we get the bill and Jack loses his mind in the car. He was terrified. She never did go, and when Jack reached out to her mom, she said Alyssa was fine and had no idea what he was talking about. She texts him randomly telling him he better come spend time with the dog because she's thinking of moving south again, three hours away, and will basically text him threatening stuff all the time all with the guise of him seeing the dog. I know this is all something I signed up for, but between the crazy shit with Alyssa and his cheating in the past, I don't know how I got myself involved in something so messy. Yes, he was being abused and now he is so grateful for the love I give him, but I still feel somewhat insecure based off how much say Alyssa has on his mood. He doesn't fold for anyone like he does for her, and while she or us will move out of state within the next year, I guess I mostly need to know what people recommend in terms of me feeling more secure in myself. This is a bug weight on my shoulders and while I do love him and am happy he his around, I need to prioritize myself above all else. Please help.
TL;DR: My boyfriend (25m) and I (21f) have been through a lot. His ex girlfriend is very manipulative and I want to make sure I am taking care of myself to be the best version of myself after having a very transformative year (newfound sobriety, death of my grandfather, loss of many friends, and grief over a past relationship). I don't doubt that he loves me, I just want to look out for myself and make sure I am making healthy choices while we navigate a very heavy period of our lives together. Thanks in advance.
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These past couple months of my life have been transformation, but exhausting. I recently lost my grandfather to a terminal illness, the man who supported me in countless ways and really brought our family together when he first got sick. His death was crippling for the first couple weeks, but I have since been able to see that his suffering coming to an end is worth more than the rest of us having him still with us on earth. His passing put a lot of things in perspective, including my deep rooted unhappiness in my long term relationship and my unhealthy relationship with substances. Throughout this time, I lost a number of friends to the breakup, many of which led with the whole "bros before hoes" mentality, so much so that not a single one of them reach out when my grandfather did eventually die, and I had never felt so alone. In the mean time, I was able to grow very close with a group of coworkers my age, all in their twenties. On nights where all I wanted to do was get drunk and ignore my problems, they would drive me out to the dam and sit and listen to me sob about how I felt like I wasted the last couple months of my grandfather's life getting drunk with people who threw me away when I didn't want to party any more, all in the name of distracting myself from his inevitable death. They stepped up to the plate when I broke up with my ex and he lost his mind thinking I was a horrible person for not wanting him to come to my grandfather's funeral and just wanting to be alone instead of in a relationship where I was doing so much heavy lifting for little payout. I also had to come to terms with the fact that my ex and I only ever had sex when we were drunk because I really didn't enjoy it, but there was one time where he blacked out and didn't even remember us sleeping together. During that encounter, I had begged him to stop, but he couldn't hear me I guess, and he kept going until he finished and I just laid there and cried while he passed out next to me. I now know that was rape, but in the moment I felt like I did something wrong. That period of my life was so fucking hard, but I made it with the help of some awesome people and newfound sobriety.
Among the group of coworkers was Jack (25m). I will admit, I got butterflies the moment he walked into work that first time, but I never planned on acting on it; it was just a surprising thing that had never happened to me before. He and I started a friendship when he opened up about being new to the area, his desire to move up the ladder in the industry we both work in, and told me all about his dog who he loved so much. His girlfriend at the time, Alyssa (26f) had gotten a job here and they moved three hours north for her job, and he figured he might as well start working at a serious job in his dream industry. Our friendship grew when he commented to my good friend Tony (23m) and I about the growing resentment he had for the area and his girlfriend. Apparently, for years she had always been very dependent on him while still controlling most aspects of his life, but since they moved up here, she had stopped doing any house work, taking care of their dog, and demanding that he stay home to spend time with her instead of going out to meet new people in town (we work in a very social industry, and when he first started, we all got together and offered to take him out to see new things in town, meet other big people in the industry, etc, but didn't take it personally when he said no. However, this convo made it very clear that he wanted to go those four times we tried, but he was informed by Alyssa that he was a selfish bastard for wanting to go out without her and she felt like he hated her so much that he was trying to use work as an excuse to leave her alone. I can't make this up). He started crying about how he felt like a maid, like a doormat that she walked all over and how he wished he had never moved up here, how every time he tried to break up with her she threatened to kill herself and he couldn't live with the thought of being responsible for her death. Tony let Jack know that none of that behavior was okay, and we as a group talked about what Jack really wanted to do with his life and what was holding him back. Shortly after, Jack broke up with Alyssa, who once again threatened to kill herself, got violent with him, and blamed him for throwing in the towel when she did nothing wrong. Tony gave Jack a room in apartment to stay in when it became clear that Alyssa would attack Jack anytime he was home, and he officially moved out within the week. Our coworkers all banded together to make sure he had furniture for his new room, bought him a dresser and a bed frame and we each took our cars over to his old place to move him out. It took a village, but he now has a safe apartment of his own with Tony and he has repeatedly thanked us all for letting him fall apart without judgement. A few months later, my grandfather passed and I was shown the same love by our little group. I have some amazing coworkers.
I was sitting next to Jack in the back of Tony's truck when I got the call my grandfather died. In that moment, it became clear that he really did care about me, and I am so grateful that he was there for me even when I swore I didn't need anyone. This all happened shortly after my breakup and newfound sobriety, so I was an absolute mess, but Jack didn't care. I opened up to him about my assault, my problem with drinking, and all the ugly parts of myself and he never once treated me like damaged goods. He and I fell apart and helped each other try to stitch together new lives at the expense of our old ones. I constantly am reminded by friends and family how much happier I am now, and I can give a lot of that credit to Jack and his patience and care. The same can be said for Jack, too. He and I hooked up one night months after I was single and felt slightly more in control of my emotions, and after doing that a couple more times, we started dating five months ago.
Now here comes the kicker. Jack has made some shitty choices in the past that I did not know about until we got together. Apparently, he had cheated on one of his exes at college, and when he and Alyssa first got together, he had been sleeping with two other girls who he cut things off with pretty suddenly when he got the chance to sleep with Alyssa, then they started dating a few weeks later. There are a number of girls that he kinda fucked over before the age of twenty, but he doesn't talk to any of them anymore and knows that he was in the wrong for all of them. Growth, I hope. I found out that he was still somewhat connected to one of them, and when I told him how worrisome that made me, he immediately apologized for not realizing earlier how that would make me uncomfortable and quickly (per his own volition) let her know that he did not want to continue talking because he felt it was clear she only really wanted to sleep with him and she had very little respect for his monogamous relationships. She flipped shit and he was glad that he was able to cut ties because apparently that wasn't the first time she tried to guilt trip him into staying in touch with her. But mostly, Alyssa has become a fairly constant fixture in our relationship. Because they had a dog together, Jack has to ask Alyssa when he can go over there to see the dog. She only does it on her terms, which is understandable, but she will constantly blame him for not taking care of the dog (Tony has two cats, and while Tony wants Jack to take the dog to their apartment, he doesn't think the cats would feel safe and they are already very skittish). She texts him biweekly saying that she found something of his, like a box of ties, a thing of utensils, etc, and demands he come get them and walk the dog asap. More than once, she has called him early in the morning asking him to come over because something is wrong with the dog, but most recently she called at 7 am saying "You need to get over here now, something is wrong with the dog. This shouldn't all be my problem and you should be the one taking care of this." He tries to get more info but she refused and said it shouldn't matter, he should just drop everything and take her to the vet and stop asking questions. He asked her to wait a few hours and if she still needed help he would come. Turns out, she clipped the dog's nail too short and the dog was bleeding a little, and that's what the phone call was for. But most alarming, Alyssa texted Jack repeatedly when we were on a lunch date saying that he needed to come take the dog because she was going to the mental hospital for suicidal ideation. Understandably so, we get the bill and Jack loses his mind in the car. He was terrified. She never did go, and when Jack reached out to her mom, she said Alyssa was fine and had no idea what he was talking about. She texts him randomly telling him he better come spend time with the dog because she's thinking of moving south again, three hours away, and will basically text him threatening stuff all the time all with the guise of him seeing the dog. I know this is all something I signed up for, but between the crazy shit with Alyssa and his cheating in the past, I don't know how I got myself involved in something so messy. Yes, he was being abused and now he is so grateful for the love I give him, but I still feel somewhat insecure based off how much say Alyssa has on his mood. He doesn't fold for anyone like he does for her, and while she or us will move out of state within the next year, I guess I mostly need to know what people recommend in terms of me feeling more secure in myself. This is a bug weight on my shoulders and while I do love him and am happy he his around, I need to prioritize myself above all else. Please help.
TL;DR: My boyfriend (25m) and I (21f) have been through a lot. His ex girlfriend is very manipulative and I want to make sure I am taking care of myself to be the best version of myself after having a very transformative year (newfound sobriety, death of my grandfather, loss of many friends, and grief over a past relationship). I don't doubt that he loves me, I just want to look out for myself and make sure I am making healthy choices while we navigate a very heavy period of our lives together. Thanks in advance.
2024.05.14 19:18 youngmoviebuff99 Somebody asked if anybody had an idea for Sam Raimi's Spider-Man 4 so, here's my idea.
 | I would really like to see Raimi tackle Morbius as an antagonist. Considering that Raimi got his start in horror films and he really likes those complex/sympathetic villains, I think he could've done well with Morbius. submitted by youngmoviebuff99 to Spiderman [link] [comments] I don't have a fully formed idea for the story and this may sound kinda Batman & Robin-ish, but here I go: We open sometime in the past and we see Michael Morbius, a brilliant scientist suffering from a rare blood condition, experimenting on himself to try to cure his condition. The experiment seemingly works but then Michael transforms into something terrifying: A LIVING VAMPIRE. We catch up with Peter and he is living his life as a school teacher and married to MJ. Things seem to be going his way and the city is safe, he's considering retiring as Spider-Man. Suddenly, Aunt May is struck down with an illness, the same blood condition that Morbius is suffering from but a different strain of it. News reports of victims being drained of blood is spread across the media and Peter investigates. As Spider-Man, he runs across Morbius and battles him eventually realizing his sympathetic nature and tries to help him with a cure. At the same time, another patient suffering with the same blood condition as May and Morbius comes into May's hospital room and she develops a bond with him. Spidey develops a cure but could only create a certain amount. As much as Spidey wants to help Morbius, he also wants to save Aunt May and a fight breaks out between them for the cure. Eventually Spidey gets to the hospital and tries to administer the cure to May but she begs for Spidey to give the cure to the other person in her room. Spidey gives the cure to the other person, saving his life and sending the guy into a deep sleep. As Aunt May lies in her bed, accepting her fate, Spidey takes off his mask and reveals himself as Peter. Aunt May tells him that she's proud of him and tells him that the people need him and then dies in his arms. Morbius witnesses the entire scene and is inspired by Spidey's selflessness in saving another persons life (hinting that Morbius will become an anti-hero) and the two come to an understanding. Peter sees how selfish he was being at wanting to retire (as well the other events in the story) and sees that being a hero is something he can't walk away from and he soldiers on as Spider-Man. (This is just an initial idea that could be improved) |
2024.05.14 19:15 serpentcvlt My (F19) friend (F19) has recently developed a disturbing sense of humor and I don't know what to do
So me and my best friend (both F19) have known each other for over 10 years by now and we're close, and frequently play video games together.
She was single and quite desperate for love for a long time, and last year she finally got a boyfriend who seemed like a great guy at first. But it turns out he ignores her a lot because he's overwhelmed with his own problems (why get in a relationship then...) and she'll take any bit of attention she gets from him.
Onto the actual point of this post. I noticed today she has reposted super disturbing "memes" on TikTok. She's the sweetest, kindest and most non-violent person I know, but one of her reposts was literally a video with the caption "the homeless guy after he had some of the nice warm pasta I gave him (it was carolina reaper sauce mixed with bleach)" and "me resisting the urge to say 'you can't park there' to the crumpled up remains of a family of four that just crashed into a lamppost"
This shocks me a lot. In several videos the joke is the person in the video being black, fat or any other kind of minority. I'm pretty sure this humor is coming from her boyfriend, who's a bit of an edgier type. I don't associate myself with these types. Dark humor about almost any topic is okay, but I don't think it should be directly about the suffering of people in realistic scenarios.
Like I said, I don't associate with these types of people. I appreciate empathy and respect towards other human beings. But I love her and I've known her for so long. She's my only very close friend. Do I talk to her? And if so, how can I go about it without making her feel like she needs to hide who she is? I genuinely believe she might be doing this to get attention from this man who refuses to give it. Any help is appreciated.
TLDR: Friend has developed a grotesque and cruel sense of humor, possibly trying to get attention from a guy. I don't associate with these kinds of people and don't know what to do.
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She was single and quite desperate for love for a long time, and last year she finally got a boyfriend who seemed like a great guy at first. But it turns out he ignores her a lot because he's overwhelmed with his own problems (why get in a relationship then...) and she'll take any bit of attention she gets from him.
Onto the actual point of this post. I noticed today she has reposted super disturbing "memes" on TikTok. She's the sweetest, kindest and most non-violent person I know, but one of her reposts was literally a video with the caption "the homeless guy after he had some of the nice warm pasta I gave him (it was carolina reaper sauce mixed with bleach)" and "me resisting the urge to say 'you can't park there' to the crumpled up remains of a family of four that just crashed into a lamppost"
This shocks me a lot. In several videos the joke is the person in the video being black, fat or any other kind of minority. I'm pretty sure this humor is coming from her boyfriend, who's a bit of an edgier type. I don't associate myself with these types. Dark humor about almost any topic is okay, but I don't think it should be directly about the suffering of people in realistic scenarios.
Like I said, I don't associate with these types of people. I appreciate empathy and respect towards other human beings. But I love her and I've known her for so long. She's my only very close friend. Do I talk to her? And if so, how can I go about it without making her feel like she needs to hide who she is? I genuinely believe she might be doing this to get attention from this man who refuses to give it. Any help is appreciated.
TLDR: Friend has developed a grotesque and cruel sense of humor, possibly trying to get attention from a guy. I don't associate with these kinds of people and don't know what to do.
2024.05.14 19:13 shuenpie Spider-Verse 🕸️ Meetup on St. Peter
Hey everyone, so I made a post before that so many of you lovely people responded to with many words of encouragement for moving here. It's my birthday month and something I want to do is try and get as many spider-men/women together out front of my balcony while I blast all of the best Spider-Verse songs (even the classic Spider-Man 3 Toby Maguire dance).
I'm hella shy but something I loved doing last Halloween was throwing beads out dressed as Spider-Man. It was my first time putting that outfit on and I truly felt the great power and responsibility when seeing how all the kids reacted. It warmed my heart that I actually stopped drinking to keep the magic of these kids meeting Spider-Man. There was a specific moment I'll never forget where I finally went to walk into the street and this little boy dressed as Tom Holland Spider-Man was walking with his dad in front of me. I motioned to the dad and he nudged his son to turn around and omg, the way this kids face glowed up was amazing. He kept talking and talking and talking and gave me a big hug and we got a picture. I have no clue what he said but just being a fan my whole life I know it'll be a core memory for him and everyone I met that day as your friendly neighborhood.
So for my birthday month, it would be amazing if any other spider-friends out there would help make some magic.
My plan is this: Friday 5/17 meet out front of the Gumbo Shop at 7pm when it starts to cool down.
IF IT RAINS we will reschedule for: Thursday 5/23 (three days before my actual birthday) at the same location and time.
If permission allows it I may be able to allow a small few come on the balcony to help me throw beads but no guarantee. This is mainly meant to be a fun way to spread magic and fun into the city after festival season as well as celebrate the summer as nerds ✨🤟
Hope this turns out otherwise I'll be there blasting music myself and having fun! If anyone knows of another channel on Reddit I can share this to lmk! 🤟🕷️🕸️
TLDR: My plan is this: Friday 5/17 meet out front of the Gumbo Shop at 7pm when it starts to cool down.
IF IT RAINS we will reschedule for: Thursday 5/23 (three days before my actual birthday) at the same location and time.
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I'm hella shy but something I loved doing last Halloween was throwing beads out dressed as Spider-Man. It was my first time putting that outfit on and I truly felt the great power and responsibility when seeing how all the kids reacted. It warmed my heart that I actually stopped drinking to keep the magic of these kids meeting Spider-Man. There was a specific moment I'll never forget where I finally went to walk into the street and this little boy dressed as Tom Holland Spider-Man was walking with his dad in front of me. I motioned to the dad and he nudged his son to turn around and omg, the way this kids face glowed up was amazing. He kept talking and talking and talking and gave me a big hug and we got a picture. I have no clue what he said but just being a fan my whole life I know it'll be a core memory for him and everyone I met that day as your friendly neighborhood.
So for my birthday month, it would be amazing if any other spider-friends out there would help make some magic.
My plan is this: Friday 5/17 meet out front of the Gumbo Shop at 7pm when it starts to cool down.
IF IT RAINS we will reschedule for: Thursday 5/23 (three days before my actual birthday) at the same location and time.
If permission allows it I may be able to allow a small few come on the balcony to help me throw beads but no guarantee. This is mainly meant to be a fun way to spread magic and fun into the city after festival season as well as celebrate the summer as nerds ✨🤟
Hope this turns out otherwise I'll be there blasting music myself and having fun! If anyone knows of another channel on Reddit I can share this to lmk! 🤟🕷️🕸️
TLDR: My plan is this: Friday 5/17 meet out front of the Gumbo Shop at 7pm when it starts to cool down.
IF IT RAINS we will reschedule for: Thursday 5/23 (three days before my actual birthday) at the same location and time.
2024.05.14 19:11 GrimmInDarkness Case Two : The Father
Detective Pierce and his colleague Morrison walked down the dark hall to the interrogation room where Seminarian Crawford Rossi awaited them.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Crawford Rossi." Pierce greeted as he walked inside taking a seat.
Rossi cradled a foam coffee cup in his hands looking up at them with dark circles under his eyes "Good evening." he mumbled.
"I want to talk to you about what happened to Father Pesci." Pierce began opening a case file he brought with him.
"Father Pesci..." Rossi spoke softly keeping his head down before looking at both detectives "He wasn't a bad man."
Morrison nods in understanding “We just need to hear your side of the story.”
Rossi’s shoulders went lax, and he leaned back looking up at the dim light hanging above them.
“It was the day before Easter Sunday. We were setting things up and there was this weird box among the decorations.” he began rubbing his hands together and looked back at the detectives.
“A weird box?” Pierce questioned.
Rossi nods “I know it seems strange but…” he paused biting his bottom lip “This box didn’t belong to the church. When I took it to Father Pesci, he said it was probably donated by someone.”
Morrison nodded and jotted down notes in his notepad “What did this box look like?”
The Seminarian began describing to them the box he had found. It was a medium ornate box the baby blue and white polka dot wrapping paper was weathered as if it had been left in the sun all day. The white ribbon was frayed and splotched with tiny specks of red. The box felt so heavy in his hands.
“Did you ever open this box?” Pierce asked.
Rossi shook his head “N-no it felt wrong.”
“So, an old gift felt wrong to you?” Morrison scoffed shaking his head.
“Since it was unopened” Rossi wrung his hands together “I put it in Father Pesci’s office that morning and by the evening it was open” the Seminarian paused looking up at the detectives.
“What of Father Pesci?” Pierce questioned “What did he find inside that box?”
Rossi sat back in his chair rubbing his hands onto his pants “He was in the corner of his office mumbling to himself and the box…” he took a deep breath and exhaled “Oozed a brownish red onto his desk.”
During the service that evening Father Pesci will have murdered an entire congregation. Their heads placed onto their laps and hands wired together in prayer. Pesci himself disappeared after leaving symbols written in blood all over the walls behind the podium. The gift box was missing and nowhere to be found along with one of the hearses.
“I’m sure the entire event has been quite traumatic for you. Since you were the one to find the service in such a grim state” said Pierce giving Rossi a knowing smile trying to give the man some comfort.
“Detectives” the Seminarian began licking his lips “Will you be able to find the father before he hurts more people?” he leaned forward looking them both in the eyes.
“Of course we’ll find him.” Morrison was confident.
Pierce wanted to relay the same energy but according to the reports they had gotten back the hearse that Father Pesci had taken was found abandoned in the next town. Which means from there the possessed Pesci walked the rest of the way to his destination.
He did however have an idea where the Father was heading. There was an older case where a clown was attending a child’s birthday party. Or what was supposed to be. When the professional entertainer got to the house he was greeted by a cult. This cult did unspeakable things to this man using him in a ritual for whatever god they worshipped. Then placed his head into the very box that he had brought the birthday cake in.
A medium box with baby blue wrapping paper with white polka dots and a white ribbon on top.
A possessed Father Pesci was heading to the place where it all started. The place where that thing that now wore him like a suit was brought into this world. Pierce looked over at Morrison who furrowed his brow.
“Thank you, Mr. Crawford Rossi we will contact, you when we find Father Pesci.” Pierce assured him who nodded anxiously looking around before getting up to leave the room.
Rossi solemnly nodded getting up from his chair. As he walked to the door to exit the interrogation room he looked back at Morrison and Pierce. “There was something else I need to mention” he spoke low making the detectives to strain their ears to listen “Before I found Father Pesci he was talking to someone. A voice I never heard before, but it filled me full of dread.”
“Why are you telling us this now?” inquired Morrison
Rossi held his hands in front of him in a silent prayer “Because I don’t think I should have heard what they were talking about.”
Pierce scratched his chin “Can you tell us what was said?”
Rossi shook his head “No…no if I do. IT will come for me next.”
The ‘it’ he was referring to must have been whatever had possessed Father Pesci. He left the room leaving both detectives to go over the information they had gathered. Morrison flipped through his notes and clicked his tongue.
“What are we even supposed to do with any of this?” he scoffed motioning to the notepad in his hand.
“Don’t worry we have plenty of information to go off. Besides I know where we will find Father Pesci and hopefully, we will arrive in time.” answered Pierce who stood up first and headed to the door.
Morrison scratched his head following behind his coworker “I sure hope you’re right.”
Honestly even Pierce himself hoped he was right too because they had a long car ride ahead of them and had to make sure they brought the proper equipment with them. They had a Priest to exercise after all.
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"Good afternoon, Mr. Crawford Rossi." Pierce greeted as he walked inside taking a seat.
Rossi cradled a foam coffee cup in his hands looking up at them with dark circles under his eyes "Good evening." he mumbled.
"I want to talk to you about what happened to Father Pesci." Pierce began opening a case file he brought with him.
"Father Pesci..." Rossi spoke softly keeping his head down before looking at both detectives "He wasn't a bad man."
Morrison nods in understanding “We just need to hear your side of the story.”
Rossi’s shoulders went lax, and he leaned back looking up at the dim light hanging above them.
“It was the day before Easter Sunday. We were setting things up and there was this weird box among the decorations.” he began rubbing his hands together and looked back at the detectives.
“A weird box?” Pierce questioned.
Rossi nods “I know it seems strange but…” he paused biting his bottom lip “This box didn’t belong to the church. When I took it to Father Pesci, he said it was probably donated by someone.”
Morrison nodded and jotted down notes in his notepad “What did this box look like?”
The Seminarian began describing to them the box he had found. It was a medium ornate box the baby blue and white polka dot wrapping paper was weathered as if it had been left in the sun all day. The white ribbon was frayed and splotched with tiny specks of red. The box felt so heavy in his hands.
“Did you ever open this box?” Pierce asked.
Rossi shook his head “N-no it felt wrong.”
“So, an old gift felt wrong to you?” Morrison scoffed shaking his head.
“Since it was unopened” Rossi wrung his hands together “I put it in Father Pesci’s office that morning and by the evening it was open” the Seminarian paused looking up at the detectives.
“What of Father Pesci?” Pierce questioned “What did he find inside that box?”
Rossi sat back in his chair rubbing his hands onto his pants “He was in the corner of his office mumbling to himself and the box…” he took a deep breath and exhaled “Oozed a brownish red onto his desk.”
During the service that evening Father Pesci will have murdered an entire congregation. Their heads placed onto their laps and hands wired together in prayer. Pesci himself disappeared after leaving symbols written in blood all over the walls behind the podium. The gift box was missing and nowhere to be found along with one of the hearses.
“I’m sure the entire event has been quite traumatic for you. Since you were the one to find the service in such a grim state” said Pierce giving Rossi a knowing smile trying to give the man some comfort.
“Detectives” the Seminarian began licking his lips “Will you be able to find the father before he hurts more people?” he leaned forward looking them both in the eyes.
“Of course we’ll find him.” Morrison was confident.
Pierce wanted to relay the same energy but according to the reports they had gotten back the hearse that Father Pesci had taken was found abandoned in the next town. Which means from there the possessed Pesci walked the rest of the way to his destination.
He did however have an idea where the Father was heading. There was an older case where a clown was attending a child’s birthday party. Or what was supposed to be. When the professional entertainer got to the house he was greeted by a cult. This cult did unspeakable things to this man using him in a ritual for whatever god they worshipped. Then placed his head into the very box that he had brought the birthday cake in.
A medium box with baby blue wrapping paper with white polka dots and a white ribbon on top.
A possessed Father Pesci was heading to the place where it all started. The place where that thing that now wore him like a suit was brought into this world. Pierce looked over at Morrison who furrowed his brow.
“Thank you, Mr. Crawford Rossi we will contact, you when we find Father Pesci.” Pierce assured him who nodded anxiously looking around before getting up to leave the room.
Rossi solemnly nodded getting up from his chair. As he walked to the door to exit the interrogation room he looked back at Morrison and Pierce. “There was something else I need to mention” he spoke low making the detectives to strain their ears to listen “Before I found Father Pesci he was talking to someone. A voice I never heard before, but it filled me full of dread.”
“Why are you telling us this now?” inquired Morrison
Rossi held his hands in front of him in a silent prayer “Because I don’t think I should have heard what they were talking about.”
Pierce scratched his chin “Can you tell us what was said?”
Rossi shook his head “No…no if I do. IT will come for me next.”
The ‘it’ he was referring to must have been whatever had possessed Father Pesci. He left the room leaving both detectives to go over the information they had gathered. Morrison flipped through his notes and clicked his tongue.
“What are we even supposed to do with any of this?” he scoffed motioning to the notepad in his hand.
“Don’t worry we have plenty of information to go off. Besides I know where we will find Father Pesci and hopefully, we will arrive in time.” answered Pierce who stood up first and headed to the door.
Morrison scratched his head following behind his coworker “I sure hope you’re right.”
Honestly even Pierce himself hoped he was right too because they had a long car ride ahead of them and had to make sure they brought the proper equipment with them. They had a Priest to exercise after all.
2024.05.14 19:05 PelotonMod [Predictions Thread] 2024 Giro d'Italia Stage 11: Foiano di val Fortore > Francavilla
| Date | Stage | Route | Length | Type | Time |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Wed. May 15 | 11 | Foiano di val Fortore>Francavilla | 207 km | Easy | ca. 17:15 CET |
Climbs
| Climb | Cat | Km | Length | Avg |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Pietracasella | 3 | km 48.4 | 8.0 km | 5.6 % |
Sprints
| Location | Km |
|---|---|
| Casacalenda | km 74.5 |
| San Salvo Marina (Intergiro) | km 137.9 |
| Fossacesia Marina | km 172.5 |
Weather
Around 20°C. Crosswinds.Stage breakdown
Having reached its southernmost point today, the Giro will turn around and head north towards the Alps… although the way to get there is quite long, and mostly flat. Tomorrow’s stage is the only one to span across four separate Italian regions- Campania, Apulia, Molise and Abruzzo- and the fact that we’re not even a paragraph into this preview and we’re already bringing up geography trivia is telling! Jokes aside, with the last 100 kms being along the coast (and thus nearly entirely flat), we’re expecting tomorrow to be a day for the sprinters.The first part of the stage is actually pretty hilly: we’re picking up not far from where we left off today, so we still need to get from the mountains to the seaside. There will be plenty of short climbs and descents early on, but only one harbours KOM points- it’s cat 3 Pietracatella, right after the riders will enter Molise, about 40 kms from the start. The following 50 kms will be rolling, and along the way the riders will find the first intermediate sprint of the day in Casacalenda.
With around 100 kms to go, the riders will finally reach the sea to the south of Termoli, and from there on the course will follow the Adriatic coastline northwards. The remaining two intermediate sprints will bring back memories of last year’s Giro: the Intergiro sprint is located in San Salvo, where Milan sprinted to win stage 2, while the last sprint will be in Fossacesia Marina, which hosted the grande partenza. The finale should not be tricky: after a couple of 90° turns with 4 kms to go, the last part of the stage will take place on a completely straight promenade.
With all this in mind, here are our predictions for tomorrow's stage:
★★★ Milan
★★ Groves
★ Dainese, Ewan, Merlier, Mihkels, breakaway
Rider discussion
A sprint finish looks like the most likely scenario. The first part of the stage is hilly, but we believe that the fact that the stage ends with 100+ flat kms will discourage a strong break to go out. This prefaced, mauve jersey Jonathan Milan has definitely looked the strongest in the sprints so far and he's got the best sprint train, so he's our top pick.As for his rivals... it's hard to estabilish a hyerarchy, as there's many of them and they haven't been very consistent. We're going out on a limb and naming Kaden Groves as our second-top favourite as he has a good team at his disposal and he was very good in Andora, the finale most similar to tomorrow's. Apart from him, normally Caleb Ewan and Tim Merlier would be the top picks on a "classic" finishing straight like tomorrow, but they haven't been convincing throughout this Giro. Alberto Dainese was 4th in the Naples sprint and he seems to always do better in the second half of a GT- he's had wins in both 2022 and 2023. Madis Mihkels has not had flashy performances but he's been getting steady top 10s ever since he became Intermarché's main man, so he's worth mentioning again.
We do believe that there are two potential elements of chaos tomorrow. The first one are crosswinds along the seashore- nothing too strong, but a savvy team could exploit them and cause splits; the second one is that having an outright favourite means that less teams will be encouraged to mount a strong chase tomorrow, and if they start to play mind games and unload the chasing duties to Lidl-Trek only, the breakaway might make it after all.
That's it from us, what are your thoughts/predictions?
2024.05.14 19:03 zoearchibald AITA for leading a guy on?
okay so, before you say anything i know that i’m quite young. i’m (16f) and seeing this guy around my age (18m) i’ve been in a relationship in the past, but only really lasted 2 weeks before he cheated on me and went off with another girl and ended things between us, so i really don’t have that much of a dating experience especially at my age.
this guy that i’m currently seeing i have only met 3 times, including yesterday. the first time we met was lovely, i remember being really nervous to meet him, but we ended up going for a nice walk along some hills and had really good chats and got to know each other some more.
the second time was a few weeks ago. we went to these woods near a park and sat down and talked. we spoke for hours and hours, enjoying each others company and overall having a really good time.
now, i have a lot of friends who are around my age and have lost their V cards and things like that, but i’m not like that. and so when he kissed me in the middle of walking to the bus stop in one of the fields on the way there, i didn’t like it. not because i don’t like him, but because that was the second time i had met him and his tongue was already down my throat and i don’t want him to just to pretend to be acting all sweet and nice just to get into my pants. and you might be thinking, why didn’t you swerve him? i’m quite awkward and bad at rejecting people so i just went along with it and i’m also not a stranger when it comes to kissing, but that doesn’t mean that i did want to kiss him in the first place.
but putting that all aside, when i met him yesterday is where i’m really questioning if i like him or not. when i first saw him he gave me a bouquet of flowers which i thought was sweet of him and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. not so bad right? is what i thought until we found a nice bench to sit on. we were sitting, chatting for a bit and then he put his arm around me. it was nice for a little bit, smooth as well but then he moved from putting his arm around me to full on like hugging me on this bench which i’m not going to lie i thought it was a little bit weird because this was the 3rd time i have ever met this guy and he was being overly affectionate with me. and i love physical touch, it’s one of my love languages. but not with a guy that i barely know. he also kept putting his head on my chest and hugging me like that from the side, a bit awkward and weird to see if you’re someone going for a walk lol.
anyways, this is where i really was wondering if i like him or not when he would compliment me and straight after kiss me. this would of been fine if he kissed me like once or twice in total of that day but when i say he probably kissed me around 30 times i am not joking. and because he kept kissing and such i got really uncomfortable and cut it short and decided to go home early. in total we spent around a hour and a half together.
but anyways another thing that really got me was when he told me to lie down on his lap while we were talking. i didn’t mind that for like a little bit but my neck got sore and i don’t know i just wasn’t really feeling it especially because he kept kissing me on the lips when i was just trying to talk, and on my forehead as well. so that’s when i made us walk to a different bench to get him to stop kissing me for a while and so i wouldn’t have to lie on his lap and just be uncomfortable.
and what kind of shocked me was when we were waiting for my bus, and there was this classroom of kids standing a meter away from us he kept complimenting me, looking at me, trying to make eye contact and basically just trying to kiss me. and it wasn’t going to be like a peck on the lips or a kiss on the forehead it was going to be with tongue because you know when you just look at a guy right before he’s trying to kiss you or something and they make that face? that’s what he was doing.
so overall i think i like this guy but i really don’t like it when he’s being too affectionate with me, trying to kiss me and actually kissing me. he’s still a stranger to me and i’ve only met him 3 times. i want to also communicate with him that i don’t want to be kissing all the time and that i don’t know him enough for any of that but i don’t know how without being mean or losing him. and because i don’t know if i actually like him or not because of all this, i’ve just been keeping his close by talking to him on social media but shutting down any ideas that he has about meeting up, basically leading him on until i realise if i like him or not. and i’ve told my friends about this and some of them are on my side, understanding that i’m not sure if i like him or not ect and others are calling me out for leading him on and saying that i’m being horrible. aita?
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this guy that i’m currently seeing i have only met 3 times, including yesterday. the first time we met was lovely, i remember being really nervous to meet him, but we ended up going for a nice walk along some hills and had really good chats and got to know each other some more.
the second time was a few weeks ago. we went to these woods near a park and sat down and talked. we spoke for hours and hours, enjoying each others company and overall having a really good time.
now, i have a lot of friends who are around my age and have lost their V cards and things like that, but i’m not like that. and so when he kissed me in the middle of walking to the bus stop in one of the fields on the way there, i didn’t like it. not because i don’t like him, but because that was the second time i had met him and his tongue was already down my throat and i don’t want him to just to pretend to be acting all sweet and nice just to get into my pants. and you might be thinking, why didn’t you swerve him? i’m quite awkward and bad at rejecting people so i just went along with it and i’m also not a stranger when it comes to kissing, but that doesn’t mean that i did want to kiss him in the first place.
but putting that all aside, when i met him yesterday is where i’m really questioning if i like him or not. when i first saw him he gave me a bouquet of flowers which i thought was sweet of him and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. not so bad right? is what i thought until we found a nice bench to sit on. we were sitting, chatting for a bit and then he put his arm around me. it was nice for a little bit, smooth as well but then he moved from putting his arm around me to full on like hugging me on this bench which i’m not going to lie i thought it was a little bit weird because this was the 3rd time i have ever met this guy and he was being overly affectionate with me. and i love physical touch, it’s one of my love languages. but not with a guy that i barely know. he also kept putting his head on my chest and hugging me like that from the side, a bit awkward and weird to see if you’re someone going for a walk lol.
anyways, this is where i really was wondering if i like him or not when he would compliment me and straight after kiss me. this would of been fine if he kissed me like once or twice in total of that day but when i say he probably kissed me around 30 times i am not joking. and because he kept kissing and such i got really uncomfortable and cut it short and decided to go home early. in total we spent around a hour and a half together.
but anyways another thing that really got me was when he told me to lie down on his lap while we were talking. i didn’t mind that for like a little bit but my neck got sore and i don’t know i just wasn’t really feeling it especially because he kept kissing me on the lips when i was just trying to talk, and on my forehead as well. so that’s when i made us walk to a different bench to get him to stop kissing me for a while and so i wouldn’t have to lie on his lap and just be uncomfortable.
and what kind of shocked me was when we were waiting for my bus, and there was this classroom of kids standing a meter away from us he kept complimenting me, looking at me, trying to make eye contact and basically just trying to kiss me. and it wasn’t going to be like a peck on the lips or a kiss on the forehead it was going to be with tongue because you know when you just look at a guy right before he’s trying to kiss you or something and they make that face? that’s what he was doing.
so overall i think i like this guy but i really don’t like it when he’s being too affectionate with me, trying to kiss me and actually kissing me. he’s still a stranger to me and i’ve only met him 3 times. i want to also communicate with him that i don’t want to be kissing all the time and that i don’t know him enough for any of that but i don’t know how without being mean or losing him. and because i don’t know if i actually like him or not because of all this, i’ve just been keeping his close by talking to him on social media but shutting down any ideas that he has about meeting up, basically leading him on until i realise if i like him or not. and i’ve told my friends about this and some of them are on my side, understanding that i’m not sure if i like him or not ect and others are calling me out for leading him on and saying that i’m being horrible. aita?
2024.05.14 19:03 Evejon18 WIBTA if I tell my boss something has to be done about work schedules.?
I 22f work at a retail store that is only opened for specific licensed professionals. I’m currently working 8:30 to 5:00. The first and last hour and a half I’m alone and if the person calls out I’m alone the entire day.
We are in an area where we have lots of homeless people. I come into work sometimes and I have to wake up someone that’s sleeping right in front of the store door. Yesterday a man walked into the store screaming, at this time my coworker had barely arrived so I wasn’t alone. He wouldn’t leave and he just kept screaming and telling us to call the police on him if we wanted him to leave. I don’t know what would’ve happened if I was alone. I’ve had homeless people walk in and ask to borrow phones or use our restroom but they’re never aggressive. One time I was alone and a man came in and just wanted to talk to me while I was working, he wouldn’t leave until he saw a male customer walking towards the store.
The store manager also manages other locations so she’s not here usually. WIBTA to send her a written email or text letting her know that what happened yesterday is enough and that we need more than one person in the store at all times, and if that can’t be done I can’t work here anymore? I’m doubting weather I’m overreacting or if I’m right about being upset.
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We are in an area where we have lots of homeless people. I come into work sometimes and I have to wake up someone that’s sleeping right in front of the store door. Yesterday a man walked into the store screaming, at this time my coworker had barely arrived so I wasn’t alone. He wouldn’t leave and he just kept screaming and telling us to call the police on him if we wanted him to leave. I don’t know what would’ve happened if I was alone. I’ve had homeless people walk in and ask to borrow phones or use our restroom but they’re never aggressive. One time I was alone and a man came in and just wanted to talk to me while I was working, he wouldn’t leave until he saw a male customer walking towards the store.
The store manager also manages other locations so she’s not here usually. WIBTA to send her a written email or text letting her know that what happened yesterday is enough and that we need more than one person in the store at all times, and if that can’t be done I can’t work here anymore? I’m doubting weather I’m overreacting or if I’m right about being upset.
2024.05.14 19:00 A-LOWW 🌿🧟♂️ The Last of Us Server/ Project: CORDYCEPS 🧟♂️🌿
 | Welcome to "Project: CORDYCEPS," a modded PvP/PvE server inspired by the apocalyptic worlds of "The Last of Us" and "The Walking Dead." Here, you can dive into a post-apocalyptic landscape where survival is key and every decision matters. Role-play as cannibals, serial killers, cultists, sheriffs, thieves, faction leaders, and more, shaping your own narrative in a world gone mad. submitted by A-LOWW to projectzomboid [link] [comments] Build anywhere and anything you want, surviving however you see fit, and interact with other players just like in real life. Start a business like mechanic shops to fix other players' cars, open a bar for survivors to relax and unwind, or establish a radio station to broadcast important news to the players. You can even start a farm to help sustain your town with food or create a police department to establish law and order in your community. Experience the thrill of facing off against "The Last of Us" infected, including clickers and bloaters, thanks to the mods we use. Drive and customize a wide selection of cars, discover new locations and hidden areas with the various maps mod, and enjoy listening to music in your cars with "True Music Radio." Our server runs 24/7 on a dedicated server located in the EU time zone, ensuring a stable and immersive experience. Join us and create your own story in "Project: CORDYCEPS," where the possibilities are endless. Don't forget to join our Discord server, where you can have special channels for your faction, allowing you to hang out with your faction members in privacy. Help us expand the lore of our server for an ever-expanding adventure. See you in the wasteland! DISCORD: https://discord.com/invite/re8ykywfwv |
2024.05.14 18:52 wby9294 The Three Kingdoms Forever Legacy Set I by KAYOU
 | Hiya!!!!! submitted by wby9294 to threekingdoms [link] [comments] This time I brought you all the Forever Legacy set from KAYOU Three Kingdoms cards. There were 16 cards which consisted of 8 regular cards and 8 special numbered 999/999 cards. The difference between the two kinds is that the limited edition card has a rough flashing process and the card surface design has been changed. The most obvious thing is that the card back no longer uses the pure blue flash logo design but is replaced by a more majestic black back moire pattern that fits the Three Kingdoms era plus the K-shaped card game anti-counterfeiting that will be launched in 2023 label, which shows that graphics card games cherish the Three Kingdoms series. The Pale Heavens are dead; the Yellow Heaven arises. Although Zhang Jiao has not appeared much in the works as a whole, from a game perspective, he plays the role of mini-boss for the early novices in their first battle. Apart from contributing to the growth of players, it has no sense of existence. However, as a religious con man with six figures of followers across eight states, it can be said that the eloquence and magic skills of the Great Sage Master convinced ordinary people. Such a capable person can be said to be no less capable than the princes, or even stronger. It's just that in an era when the poor could not break through social stratification, he did not receive the favor of heaven, and could not reach the step of becoming a prince, becoming a prime minister, or ascending the throne and proclaiming himself emperor. The natural outcome was that he was overwhelmed by the wealthy from all walks of life. I would rather betray the world than have the world betray me! It can be said that Prime Minister Cao's life has gone through political turbulence. In his early days, he was a debauched knight and made many friends. After Boss Cao passed the public examination, the Qing Province Yellow Turban Army defeated state militray force and killed Governor Liu Dai in Yan province. Bao Xin, the prime minister of Jibei, welcomed Cao Cao as the shepherd of Yan province. Cao Cao set up a surprise ambush and fought day and night to defeat the Yellow Turban Army. In winter, Cao Cao surrendered more than 300,000 soldiers with a territory population of more than one million. Cao Cao collected and reformed the elite troops of the Yellow Turban Army, named Qingzhou Soldiers. After that, Qingzhou Soldiers followed Cao Cao in his campaigns in the north and south. Since then, Boss Cao has the cornerstone of his hegemony. The world can do without (Cao) Hong, but it can't do without you (Cao Cao). In his early years, Cao Hong joined forces with Cao Cao to fight the Yellow Turbans and Dong Zhuo. At Xingyang's defeat, he sacrificed his life and gave his horse to Cao Cao to save him from danger. Hong followed the army to conquer all over the country, pacified Yan Province, and conquered Liu Biao. During the Battle of Guandu, he stayed behind and repelled Zhang He and Gao Lan's fierce attack. During the Battle of Hanzhong, he resisted Liu Bei, defeated Wu Lan and Ren Kui, and forced Zhang Fei and Ma Chao to retreat. Cao Hong can be said to be one of the pillars of the Cao family. Without Cao Hong, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms might ended very quickly due to Cao Cao's death. LOL!!! Those who go along with it will prosper while those who go against it perish. As an early warlord, Dong Zhuo sat in the position of Grand Master and was a powerful minister with 100% power in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. In my mind, Dong Zhuo was a cruel, greedy, and authoritarian man. By taking control of the military, he deposed the Young Emperor of the Han Dynasty and established Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, thus taking control of the political power. During his reign, he allowed his subordinates to burn, kill, and loot, making the people miserable. In addition, he excluded dissidents and oppressed officials, causing social dissatisfaction and turmoil. However, Dong Zhuo stabilized the situation in the late Eastern Han Dynasty to a certain extent. He had strong military power in the Xiliang area and maintained social stability by suppressing the Yellow Turban Uprising and the Liangzhou Rebellion. In addition, he also implemented some reform measures, such as selecting talents and reforming the currency system. In any case, Dong Zhuo's ruling methods and methods aroused widespread dissatisfaction and resistance. His actions accelerated the further decline of the Eastern Han Dynasty, triggered separatism and melee among princes in various places, and ultimately led to the chaos of the Three Kingdoms period. Me too!!!!! ME TOO!!! it no the signature quote of Zhang Fei. The original source was from the 1996 version of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. In the Oath of Peach Garden part, Zhang Fei said ME TOO after every words of Guan Yu. Recently, someone use that part in making TIK-TOK clips which got millions view. This must be one of the artist's joke of card design. Hiding the moon, shaming the flowers The sentence "Hiding the moon, shaming the flowers" was used by describing Diao Chan's outlook. She is one of the Chinese most beautiful ladies. Wang Yun was dedicated to helping the Han Dynasty (consolidating power) and had great opinions on the Taishi Dong (Dong Zhuo). However, under the predicament of being disadvantaged in terms of political strength, old man Wang Yun used his knowledge to set up and killed the Grand Master. Everyone knows that always leave the critical task to the experts. So Wang Yun looked for help from Lu Bu, a professional "godfather-slaughter". Diaochan followed Wang Yun's request and used her beauty to provoke a conflict between Lu Bu and Dong Zhuo. Finally, she took advantage of Lu Bu's anger and jealousy to kill Dong Zhuo, making great contributions to Wang Yun's elimination of dissidents. After the incident was completed, Diao Chan prayed for Wang Yun and worshiped the moon in the garden. It happened that a colorful cloud covered the moon. When Wang Yun saw it, he said: "Diao Chan's beauty made the moon hide behind the clouds." According to this, later generations said that Diao Chan had the appearance of "closing the moon". Four generations been a prominent force in the Han civil service Boss Yuan has the strongest start. As a veteran rich man, the Yuan family could have crushed all the warlords during the Three Kingdoms era. Just like the signature of the card, four generations have been a prominent force in the Han civil service. Yuan's family held strong political power. Unluckily, Yuan's family was just like a family-owned business that ruled by generations and expanded nationally but went to bankruptcy due to the two brothers' conflict. This card depicts the high-spirited and heroic boss Yuan in his early days. Viewed from a bottom-up angle, he is wearing a vermilion Hanfu, with a sword hanging from his waist, like the starry night sky in the background, and the heads of the Three Dukes are outlined in gold, making him look very noble. Elai (beas) of ancient times! The final card comes to our senior security bodyguard, Dian Wei, a familiar character but easily forgotten. Why? First, as a military general, there was a rank for them, like Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, Dian Wei, Guan Yu, Ma Chao, Zhang Fei, etc. He was not as popular as Lu Bu and Zhao Yun. Secondly, Dian Wei's death gave everyone a loyal impression. To protect his boss, he died of exhaustion, and even his enemies did not dare to come forward. His death came too early. Compared to Xu Chu, one of Cao Cao's senior military officers who always paired up with Dian Wei, Dian should be able to make a greater achievement. In the story, many characters got promoted and stayed close to the lord because those men took advantage of saving the bosses's lives. So did Dian Wei, but, the only difference that matters to the ending is that Dian Wei died!!!!!! Okey-dokey, this is what I want to show everyone for today~ check my profile if you like the cards. |
2024.05.14 18:51 jay_o_crest An Opportunity for Service for the Betterment of AA
Looking for something you can do to help the newcomer, your self, your group, and AA at large?
Don't take your cell phone to your local AA meeting. Leave your phone in your car.
Ever hear that old joke about how The Breakfast Club couldn't be made today? Because all 4 of them would be staring at the little screen of their cellphone and not speaking to each other. It's become that way in AA.
I guess the newcomers can be excused a bit for it, but I see people with lots of time merrily scrolling away during meetings. Oh, we're not supposed to judge, but frankly I fee they should know better. I walk into fellowship halls and I see no one speaking to each other become of their devotion to whatever is on their phones. This is warped.
Imagine you're a newcomer to AA, and it's your first meeting. Remember that feeling? Now imagine that no one greets you. Everyone there ignores you because they're watching a Youtube video. Feel welcome? Imagine sharing at a meeting for the first time, and noticing that many of the fellowship have their heads down looking at their phones. Feel heard?
It's just my opinion, but to use your phone during a meeting is profoundly disrespectful to the fellowship of AA. There's an AA principle of Singleness of Purpose, In respect to AA meetings, that means the purpose of the meeting is to help the alcoholic who still suffers. It's not to use the meeting room as an internet cafe.
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Don't take your cell phone to your local AA meeting. Leave your phone in your car.
Ever hear that old joke about how The Breakfast Club couldn't be made today? Because all 4 of them would be staring at the little screen of their cellphone and not speaking to each other. It's become that way in AA.
I guess the newcomers can be excused a bit for it, but I see people with lots of time merrily scrolling away during meetings. Oh, we're not supposed to judge, but frankly I fee they should know better. I walk into fellowship halls and I see no one speaking to each other become of their devotion to whatever is on their phones. This is warped.
Imagine you're a newcomer to AA, and it's your first meeting. Remember that feeling? Now imagine that no one greets you. Everyone there ignores you because they're watching a Youtube video. Feel welcome? Imagine sharing at a meeting for the first time, and noticing that many of the fellowship have their heads down looking at their phones. Feel heard?
It's just my opinion, but to use your phone during a meeting is profoundly disrespectful to the fellowship of AA. There's an AA principle of Singleness of Purpose, In respect to AA meetings, that means the purpose of the meeting is to help the alcoholic who still suffers. It's not to use the meeting room as an internet cafe.
2024.05.14 18:47 princezzkittn AIO For BF Being Mad at Me
My BF and I have dabbled in the FFM swinger lifestyle and we’ve both loved all the women we’ve met and dated together so far ☺️ I’ve also been a unicorn myself in the past for a few couples.
The other night however, we were supposed to meet a 30y.o. woman for drinks at the bar. I had met her out before and we exchanged numbers and she was interested in joining me and BF. Soo that night I accidentally sent her the wrong address at first so we found out after she arrived. The correct address was 10min away, but she threw a fit about it. So when she finally comes to the right bar, I’m excited to get to finally talk all together (as I had been the one to meet her prior and get her number). That’s until about 2 minutes into the conversation… she is overbearing and doesn’t really pay attention to me, but instead my BF.
She says she’s never been with a girl before ever but is curious to try it and I’m beautiful etc. But it feels like her attraction for me is fake and my BF and her are flirting. My BF mentions that I’m finishing my last semester of school… she asks if I’m in high school… I blush, laugh nervously and say I’m in college. My BF laughs and they continue talking. Watching them and her comment made me nervous so I start to drink. At one point she says my nails look trashy and sad. (Just got my acrylics off). This makes me self-conscious as we are planning on potentially being intimate and I couldn’t do anything about it. Moreover, she then started showing BF her nails. That broke my composure and I started to tear up. BF chuckles and says men don’t really look at or care about nails. BF tried to console me but I excused myself to restroom to wash my face and recollect.
When I come back to the table, I drink more to try to relax. I end up asking for another drink and chug that one down. At that point I’m starting to see blurry, but also feel better. Then the girl offers me the rest of her drink and after that I start to full cry. I felt awful for drinking so much and that BF didn’t defend me or stick up for me when I was obviously uncomfortable and she was disrespectful.
So BF tries to console me again but I try to walk away from the table and fall over because I don’t realize that I’m disoriented. He says goodbye to her and helps me to the car. The entire time he is fuming and telling me to pull myself together. In the car I start to bawl and then go home to cry in bed pillows for a couple hours. I wake up in the morning and BF is angry at me and the scene I made at the bar. He says that was dramatic overreaction and it’s impossible for me to be drunk from 2.5 drinks. I “acted that way for attention”. When I tried to explain why it started, it all just turned back on me…
For reference I am 115lbs, 5’10”, and on anti depressants. He thinks I need help, while I think the episode was due to too many drinks. I feel like SHE was the problem to begin with. This makes me mad at my BF that I’m the problem. I know I could have handled it better but I didn’t know drinks would make me more emotional - if anything I thought it was the opposite. Ofc I want to take a break from throuples and focus on us for now, but it breaks my heart that BF was so unsupportive of me and wasn’t there to take care of me. Moreover that he’s mad at me for “making a scene” and being a “drama queen”. His lack of empathy makes it hard for me to trust him and feel loved.
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The other night however, we were supposed to meet a 30y.o. woman for drinks at the bar. I had met her out before and we exchanged numbers and she was interested in joining me and BF. Soo that night I accidentally sent her the wrong address at first so we found out after she arrived. The correct address was 10min away, but she threw a fit about it. So when she finally comes to the right bar, I’m excited to get to finally talk all together (as I had been the one to meet her prior and get her number). That’s until about 2 minutes into the conversation… she is overbearing and doesn’t really pay attention to me, but instead my BF.
She says she’s never been with a girl before ever but is curious to try it and I’m beautiful etc. But it feels like her attraction for me is fake and my BF and her are flirting. My BF mentions that I’m finishing my last semester of school… she asks if I’m in high school… I blush, laugh nervously and say I’m in college. My BF laughs and they continue talking. Watching them and her comment made me nervous so I start to drink. At one point she says my nails look trashy and sad. (Just got my acrylics off). This makes me self-conscious as we are planning on potentially being intimate and I couldn’t do anything about it. Moreover, she then started showing BF her nails. That broke my composure and I started to tear up. BF chuckles and says men don’t really look at or care about nails. BF tried to console me but I excused myself to restroom to wash my face and recollect.
When I come back to the table, I drink more to try to relax. I end up asking for another drink and chug that one down. At that point I’m starting to see blurry, but also feel better. Then the girl offers me the rest of her drink and after that I start to full cry. I felt awful for drinking so much and that BF didn’t defend me or stick up for me when I was obviously uncomfortable and she was disrespectful.
So BF tries to console me again but I try to walk away from the table and fall over because I don’t realize that I’m disoriented. He says goodbye to her and helps me to the car. The entire time he is fuming and telling me to pull myself together. In the car I start to bawl and then go home to cry in bed pillows for a couple hours. I wake up in the morning and BF is angry at me and the scene I made at the bar. He says that was dramatic overreaction and it’s impossible for me to be drunk from 2.5 drinks. I “acted that way for attention”. When I tried to explain why it started, it all just turned back on me…
For reference I am 115lbs, 5’10”, and on anti depressants. He thinks I need help, while I think the episode was due to too many drinks. I feel like SHE was the problem to begin with. This makes me mad at my BF that I’m the problem. I know I could have handled it better but I didn’t know drinks would make me more emotional - if anything I thought it was the opposite. Ofc I want to take a break from throuples and focus on us for now, but it breaks my heart that BF was so unsupportive of me and wasn’t there to take care of me. Moreover that he’s mad at me for “making a scene” and being a “drama queen”. His lack of empathy makes it hard for me to trust him and feel loved.
2024.05.14 18:46 InternalDue5667 Gave someone my number in a club to get them to leave me alone, they then sent me this…
 | So I (24f) have recently moved to a new city and to try and meet new people and make new friends I’ve been going out by myself, one night I was in a club and some man at the bar kept asking for my number, I was not interested and told him multiple times but then he demanded he wasn’t leaving without my number and that he’d call it to make sure I wasn’t giving him a fake one (happened to me multiple times where they like to check), I normally just block them after they try contact me after but this guy had just asked how I was and mentioned his birthday so nothing malicious, then he sends me a list of things he wants for his birthday, I had probably spoken to this man for 10 minutes max and most of that was me telling him I didn’t want to give him my number, now I come from a Christian family (not super into practicing the religion though) and I’ve never heard of this even though one of my granddads was a vicar??? submitted by InternalDue5667 to entitledredditors [link] [comments] |
2024.05.14 18:44 NKORE_S Winter, through a window
What people don't tell you about fear, is that it comes over you like snow: in waves.
The sky could be quiet and sickly white, devoid of its light lost to the melting ice over the surface of the earth. The snow puts on pressure: the highest drains on the block roofs are groaning with the wind. The sludge of decaying snow is brought up, high up by human feet as the water accumulates on the steps. The Eastern winter is not a calm place from the eyes of one who stares at it through a window. While the adults force their boots through the sea of white and children coming from school mutilate the white through their own games, one cannot feel the cold or the rain under a roof; above that another roof, and soon another, climbing the floors of the towering block among the white earth.
Within the cells of the building, families huddle in rooms, mindlessly enjoying the human company all people crave like dogs for meat. And lonely people huddle with the light in their rooms, the isolated and ill who could not bring themselves to play their part among the web of people that treads over the snow every winter. And we seem to notice: notice how the people change themselves when the skies go white and the nights long and black, how they weave in and out of buildings, heat up food and homes, how they match the weary winter.
Now notice how the fear doesn't leave with the sun, the light cut short by winter's nights. The people watching life through the windows have stepped away from the taunting eyes that litter the building's walls. Some lie in their bed, wondering how many days they can force through, how much longer can they experience the human life. The block is full of these isolated, during day they sleep and in night they stand on balconies. They leave the cold rooms, they smoke and watch the dead white city through empty air. To many, the long nights bring comfort.
The fear inevitably arrives not long later, along with the sun.
Along with the true human people as they wake, having slept through the tedious hours of night. And this phenomenon iterates itself, it plays out each night as if in a time loop, until the first man walks onto his balcony, looks out into the stars and doesn't walk back into his room again.
And in the white day do the happy people see the stains on the snow? And do they notice, do they react?
Waves will soon run out of energy, and the snow will stop falling. One hour it will fall in its final finale in the winter, and the man who looks on through his window will feel fear for the very list time.
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The sky could be quiet and sickly white, devoid of its light lost to the melting ice over the surface of the earth. The snow puts on pressure: the highest drains on the block roofs are groaning with the wind. The sludge of decaying snow is brought up, high up by human feet as the water accumulates on the steps. The Eastern winter is not a calm place from the eyes of one who stares at it through a window. While the adults force their boots through the sea of white and children coming from school mutilate the white through their own games, one cannot feel the cold or the rain under a roof; above that another roof, and soon another, climbing the floors of the towering block among the white earth.
Within the cells of the building, families huddle in rooms, mindlessly enjoying the human company all people crave like dogs for meat. And lonely people huddle with the light in their rooms, the isolated and ill who could not bring themselves to play their part among the web of people that treads over the snow every winter. And we seem to notice: notice how the people change themselves when the skies go white and the nights long and black, how they weave in and out of buildings, heat up food and homes, how they match the weary winter.
Now notice how the fear doesn't leave with the sun, the light cut short by winter's nights. The people watching life through the windows have stepped away from the taunting eyes that litter the building's walls. Some lie in their bed, wondering how many days they can force through, how much longer can they experience the human life. The block is full of these isolated, during day they sleep and in night they stand on balconies. They leave the cold rooms, they smoke and watch the dead white city through empty air. To many, the long nights bring comfort.
The fear inevitably arrives not long later, along with the sun.
Along with the true human people as they wake, having slept through the tedious hours of night. And this phenomenon iterates itself, it plays out each night as if in a time loop, until the first man walks onto his balcony, looks out into the stars and doesn't walk back into his room again.
And in the white day do the happy people see the stains on the snow? And do they notice, do they react?
Waves will soon run out of energy, and the snow will stop falling. One hour it will fall in its final finale in the winter, and the man who looks on through his window will feel fear for the very list time.
2024.05.14 18:43 Yurii_S_Kh A Parish Priest’s Conversation in the Cemetery on Radonitsa
 | Before I came to the faith, I didn’t like going to the cemetery. What’s more, the cemetery always reminded me of my mortality, and it made me sad. Since I didn’t see life as eternal, it seemed sad to live on earth. submitted by Yurii_S_Kh to SophiaWisdomOfGod [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/5iqk8wg87f0d1.png?width=700&format=png&auto=webp&s=ca4ed8cb5d2d2add69e831459d6614da6d532d23 What should I live for? In order to die? It’s all pointless. Willy-nilly you arrive at the idea of evolution here. Man appeared on earth as a result of positive mutations and eventually we began to have consciousness, conscience and reason. Sometimes you clutch your head, saying, “Why did I become a human being? Who needed all these mutations if I will just be buried in the ground or turn into a pathetic handful of ashes?” With such ideas, the old saying seemed justified: “Take everything from life before the worms eat you.” The awareness of the fact that you are a mold from an eternal Image justifies your existence and gives it meaning. And the thought of your inevitable meeting with the Creator makes you take your life seriously. The purpose is revealed to you: He loves you, and you are a child of His love. And you think: “How good!” It was only after I came to the faith that the cemetery ceased to be an eerie place for me and turned into a “repository of completed narratives.” Our cemetery beyond the village in the heart of the forest is divided into the smaller, old one, which appeared in the seventeenth century, and the new and larger one. Do you know how our village cemetery differs from urban ones—apart from its size? I served the funeral for almost everyone who is buried in the new cemetery. I made the “last entry” in the destiny of almost every person buried here. I pray for them and remember many of them. Besides, even before my ordination I had lived and worked with these people for many years. And I know that their life in eternity depends on my prayer in some way. Our bond with them was not severed by their demise. Spiritual care does not stop even beyond the grave. The Church year, with its memorial Ancestors’ Saturdays and especially the Paschal services, does not allow us to forget those who have already departed this life. And visiting people’s graves on Radonitsa always is always a special, joyful event for me. I go to the cemetery as if to visit my friends—those whom I came to love during their earthly lives and with whom I prayed and restored the church—my brothers and sisters. One day I had a dream just before going to serve on Ancestors’ Saturday. It was as if I had died, my soul had flown away, and I could even see my own body from outside it. And I was so upset and sorry that I could not say goodbye to anyone, hug my children and kiss my wife. And my soul began to cry from anguish. Suddenly a thought flashed through my mind: “Today is Ancestors’ Saturday! How many people will come to church now, but there will be no service! Where will another priest come from?” And my soul, accustomed to responsibility, immediately returned to my body. I woke up and was relieved that it had all just been a dream. But then I remembered forever how my soul had wept after leaving the body. From that day on I began to feel compassion for the deceased while performing the funeral over them. https://preview.redd.it/6n9w3htc7f0d1.png?width=766&format=png&auto=webp&s=865fb6725a4d697012e0c45be99ed41cee63ec40 I am greeted first by Alexei at the entrance to the new cemetery. I learned a lot from that man and in many ways, would like to be like him. He knew how to live and had a great desire to live. But for all his buoyancy, illness taught Alexei to be patient and to humble himself. He was dying for several years, but every time after the unction he got better and continued to come to church every Sunday and receive Communion. And he passed away on the feast of the Ascension of the Lord. The last thing Alexei said to me—and I managed to give him Communion—was: “Thank you, Father. Thanks for everything!” Christ is Risen, Alexei! The well-groomed grave of the child Sashenka [a diminutive form of the name Alexander.—Trans.] is very close. He received Communion almost at every Sunday Liturgy. He drowned in Feodosia the day before he was supposed to start going to the first grade. His father Nikolai, a simple worker, could not save the child. After that, through hard labor he earned a sufficient sum of money for us to pay for the work of icon-painters. Three large icons of the Deesis in the St. Nicholas Chapel of our church are his sacrifice in memory of his son. One day, after his death, the boy came to his father in a dream and said: “Papa, I’ve been to many places, but I like St. Alexander Svirsky’s monastery the most.” Christ is Risen, dear child! Pray for us there. Irina. Irochka, I still can’t come to terms with the fact that you’ve been here for six years already. You shouldn’t have died, especially at such a young age. You are our beauty! I will never forget it—after I had given you Divine Unction and Communion, you took my hand in yours, already translucent from illness, and, kissing it, said: “Now I’m not afraid of anything. Thank you.” I hope you were not offended that I almost forced your husband away from your grave. You know, I started to fear for him. The dead cling to the dead, and the living cling to the living, as it were. Christ is Risen, our joy! * * * Sophia, I’ll tell you honestly: no one bakes pancakes the way you baked them. Do you think I’m joking? No, in all seriousness. The schoolchildren who cleaned the church with us and then ate your pancakes with tea have already grown up. Now some of them have their own children, but every time they come, they recall how much they enjoyed your delicious pancakes! https://preview.redd.it/bki5kxkh7f0d1.png?width=300&format=png&auto=webp&s=61aec1e80b6e09ef4450f1558ea47353e17ba303 What hard times we had! Now we have both a refectory and a parish house (with two floors), but back then we didn’t have anything. I still wonder how you always managed to cope with everything. Christ is Risen, our wise woman! Praskovyushka [a diminutive form of the name Parasceva.—Trans.]! My angel who selflessly helped me in the altar. Today is Radonitsa and the eighth anniversary of your birth into eternity. You read by syllables, but you taught me so much! My friend, I am grateful to God that He brought me together with you. Pray for me, mother, so that someday I too can reach the measure of your simplicity and learn to hope and trust in God the way you did. Of course, you know that your youngest daughter gave up drinking and came to the church, that she prays and often takes Communion. Today she is almost never out of the church, as was the case with you. So, both your daughters are in the church. Your prayer does its job, and even after your death it does not lose its power. You cried your eyes out for your daughter. The time came, and she told me herself, “That’s it, Father, there there’s no turning back.” What a wise woman you are! Praskovyushka, Christ is Risen! And here rests my old acquaintance, Vasily Ivanovich. In his old age a strange thing happened to him: he fell in love like a teenager. He started writing love poetry, but he was ashamed to reveal it to anyone. But he trusted me. He would come to the entrance of my house, sit down on a bench and wait for me to see him and come out. Then he would take out his notebook, and his “sonnets” would start flowing. How many times I invited you to the church, my friend! You kept promising, but... never came. Christ is Risen, Vasily! Then the tombstones of rich people begin. There are three tombstones here, behind an imposing metal fence. That’s right, it’s a family of three people. Petrovich, an entrepreneur, a good man who drank. He didn’t give sufficient attention to his son who was hooked on drugs. No matter how much they tried to cure him it was all in vain. After the young man’s death, Petrovich’s wife took to drinking too, as if she had decided to die. They lived beside the church. Their house had once been built on church land. It was a big, beautiful “mansion” in which you could live for many years. One day Petrovich came to our church while I was racking my brains over the problem of where to find money for a new roof. I desperately needed to have our winter church reroofed. A piece broke off from the destroyed bell-tower and pierced the roof in several places. And we had just plastered the walls inside, putting so much effort into it. There was no one in the church except Petrovich and me. I went up to him and greeted him. I saw that he was having a very hard time. And who would be feeling otherwise after losing his only son? I addressed him: “Petrovich, do a good deed in memory of Kostya [a diminutive form of the name Konstantin.—Trans.]. Do you see how the roof was broken by bricks from the bell-tower? Help us redo it as long as there is no rain so far. You’re a wealthy man, help me. I will also ask the parishioners—and we will do it all together. I’m afraid we’ll ruin the plaster inside after the rain starts.” Petrovich was silent for a little while. His face was so kind, he really was a nice chap. Then he said: “You know, father, I’ve been thinking about how I’m going to live now, after my only son’s death. And I’ve decided that now I will live only for myself. So, please don’t take it amiss, but look for other sponsors.” And indeed, Petrovich started to live for himself: he bought a new car, had a holiday abroad, and began to dress well. And then Petrovich disappeared—we couldn’t find him for a whole week. One afternoon as I was walking to the church, a boy of about ten caught up with me: “Father, go and see what it is! I keep looking and I can’t figure it out.” I went with him, and he brought me to the back of Petrovich’s house, where there was a huge puddle. I looked where the boy was pointing and saw something like a swollen sugar bag floating in the puddle. But it didn’t seem to be a bag—it resembled a man. We called the police, and Petrovich’s daughter-in-law pulled him out of the puddle. She said she saw a bullet hole in his forehead. But no one investigated it then. I performed the funeral for him in the courtyard of our church. And three months later his wife passed away. Their “big mansion” stands empty. Christ is risen, Petrovich! Don’t think that I bear a grudge against you. After you refused, another man came and offered his help—he took the church reroofing on himself. This is how things work with God—if not you, then someone else. You already know that. Poor Petrovich, nobody remembers you, but I don’t forget you. https://preview.redd.it/4cofc1xj7f0d1.png?width=700&format=png&auto=webp&s=9b38988d17339f1ee040045051c118eb8e9deac9 How many years have I served at the grave of a young mother’s child on Radonitsa. She crossed a pedestrian crossing in Moscow when the traffic light was green. But a jeep suddenly appeared, knocking the child down. There must have been a tiny news report about you that day. As I understand it, the jeep driver was acquitted. But it doesn’t matter now whether he was acquitted or not. A momentary incident, but the mother’s mental distress has not abated for four years, she is sick at heart, and she still wears black. How accustomed we are to these news reports: Someone has perished here, someone else has been killed in an explosion there, a plane crashed somewhere, etc. But all this means someone’s pain, tears, broken hearts, and orphaned children. Mother, Christ is risen, don’t cry and start praying for your girl. Help her, while you have some strength. There is a large marble slab with a portrait of a young man. Yuri worked at one of his father’s gas stations. About ten years ago, some drug addicts murdered him at work at night. I remember his mother weeping in church. We have a custom: If people make a contribution to the church in memory of their reposed loved one, order an icon, buy a candle stand or something like that, then we add the name of the person in question into our list for permanent commemoration. I offered the same to Yuri’s close ones. On hearing this, his mother stopped crying. She came up to me and said quietly: “Father, only don’t tell my husband. I’m afraid he won’t understand you.” It was only then that it dawned on me: If he left his son alone to work at the gas station at night without security, he really wouldn’t understand me. His family does not set foot in church anymore. Yuri, your closest ones betrayed you. But forgive them; You know, we don’t choose our parents. But I’m still wondering: How will they look into your eyes when you meet them in eternity? Nobody comes to your grave on Radonitsa, but I remember you, your placidness, and sometimes pray for you. But forget them all. Christ is Risen, Yuri—you and I will rejoice together. At the exit I met one of our believers from Moscow, who had buried her mother right around Pascha a year before. “Earlier I couldn’t go to the cemetery—I felt uneasy here. But now I can sit here next to my mother’s grave, talk to her, and I feel so good—I don’t want to go away,” she said. And we, Galochka, don’t “go away”. It only seems to us that the departed are somewhere far away from us, but in reality they are close, in our hearts, in our memory and our prayers. After all, and of course, you know it yourself, love (if we have it) does not disappear, even after death. Archpriest Alexander Dyachenko |
2024.05.14 18:41 ChiWhiteSox24 It finally happened
I’ve been waiting patiently for my boomer moment ever since discovering this sub! This happened at work about 30 minutes ago and I can’t be more excited to share this here. I (M,35) work at a distribution center for a car manufacturer, aka we ship car parts to dealerships. The boomer in this story is the maintenance guy, we’ll call him Bill for this story. Bill (M, 62) in typical boomer fashion, likes to interject himself into every conversation he hears and always has to make comments. For context, neither of us are small dudes. I am 6 ft 1 and 350lbs, he is 6 ft 2 and about 450lbs. He uses a golf cart to get around the warehouse and when he walks it’s at a very slow pace and he’s visibly sweating within a few steps. L I recently was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes and am putting in a lot of effort to make changes (have lost 31 lbs in 2 months, fully cut out pop etc) and have been trying to walk more. I refuse to let Type 2 kill me. Anywho, not the point…
Cut to this morning- one of Bill’s packages arrived and was on my desk. No problem, just walked it up to Bill’s desk (keep in mind this is up 5 steps and through an office area into where his cubicle is, so maybe 300 feet at most). He cracks a joke about me getting my steps in. I acknowledged that yes, I am getting my steps in. Back to work I go. Then, just now he drives up on his cart to ask me a question. I walk over to him because I couldn’t hear and again “just had to get a few extra steps in?” This time I fired back “yes Bill. I don’t want to end up confined to a golf cart like you.” Bill turned beat red and hasn’t said a word since.
Fuck you Bill.
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Cut to this morning- one of Bill’s packages arrived and was on my desk. No problem, just walked it up to Bill’s desk (keep in mind this is up 5 steps and through an office area into where his cubicle is, so maybe 300 feet at most). He cracks a joke about me getting my steps in. I acknowledged that yes, I am getting my steps in. Back to work I go. Then, just now he drives up on his cart to ask me a question. I walk over to him because I couldn’t hear and again “just had to get a few extra steps in?” This time I fired back “yes Bill. I don’t want to end up confined to a golf cart like you.” Bill turned beat red and hasn’t said a word since.
Fuck you Bill.
2024.05.14 18:39 Glad-Goat-3848 I 23F found out my dad wasn’t my dad through 23andMe
For the sake of the story and to avoid confusion the man who I thought was my bio dad I’ll call him NBD and my actual bio dad I’ll call BD, Step dad will be SD, and my mom will just be mom.
Two years ago, I was gifted a 23andMe test, I was excited to find out where I came from ethnically.
When I finally got my results I noticed 3 things immediately, I wasn’t Albanian, I WAS Polish, and it linked me to a great great aunt I never heard about. I called NBD mom and asked her about the great great aunt and she had no idea who it was, so I did my own digging.
I reached out to the great great aunt’s daughter and she listed family names I could look into. I eventually found someone who told me their aunt might know who my real dad was and she’d get back to me. When she finally did get back to me she apologized and said her aunt told her she would not help and that people were entitled to their secrets. I was pissed. I was entitled to the truth!!
I finally reached out to my mom and while busy she told me to send her screenshots and she would get back to me. My mom called an hour later sobbing, apologizing, up-and-down. It was then that the fact NBD wasn’t my dad really hit me. It was really traumatic finding out everything I thought I knew about myself was a lie, like I wasnt a whole person just, fragments. I wanted to be angry or sad but I was just numb. I just wanted to know who my dad really was. my mom told me she had recognized the name and immediately knew who my dad really was. She told me she had called him before calling me back and told him what was happening and that if I wanted a relationship with him, he was more than willing, but if I didn’t want a relationship with him, he was fine with that too. My mom sent me his number and I sent him a text and told him to call me whenever he could.
About a week later, I went to go meet BD for the first time as his daughter that year, my birthday ended up landing on Father’s Day (yay me) so I brought him a first Father’s Day card for a new dad as a joke to break the ice and he had bought me flowers. I was so worried he wasn’t going to like me and that his girlfriend wouldn’t like me either but they are the best!!! They had to be one year old daughter and an adopted his gfs nephew. I gained two new siblings over night. They had another baby girl last year so I added another sibling to the mix
It turned out the aunt that didn’t want to spill the family secrets is my grandmother BD mom. She apologized for not sharing, but she didn’t want me to hear it from her and wanted me to hear it from my mom. It’s been two years and my relationship with BD is amazing he texts me randomly list to let me know he loves me and to check in.
The downside is NBD family is really weird towards me now, I get that they are mad at my mom but it doesn’t feel fair to be treating me differently. Anytime I bring the situation up at all to my mom she begins to feel bad and starts crying so I can’t talk to her. BD is just so chill he doesn’t seem bothered at all so I just don’t bring it up with him really but do occasionally talk through it sometimes with his GF who I now also call mom. I’ve had some not great remarks made to me by family members basically saying that the situation should be kept quiet to avoid embarrassment or that peoples lives were ruined. Like gee thanks sorry I’m an embarrassing bastard child that ruined peoples lives. I feel like some burdensome mistake that people would be better off without and it’s not fair. I didn’t do anything wrong yet how I exist is viewed as a shameful and hushed topic rather then an honest mistake. Don’t get me wrong I’m upset I could have had a present dad rather then someone who wasn’t really around till I was 18 but COME ON. In any case I know I probably need to see a therapist about this, but it’s nice to finally vent my feelings somewhere that isn’t just in my own head. Thanks for listening.
TLDR; 23andMe test revealed my dad wasn’t my dad. I met my bio dad and he’s amazing. Definitely need therapy so cause this was traumatic but also the situation just makes me feel numb?
EXTRA CONTEXT: my mom genuinely thought NBD was my dad if there was even a doubt in her mind she would have checked. Having NBD as my dad was not a choice she would have made for me or her.
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Two years ago, I was gifted a 23andMe test, I was excited to find out where I came from ethnically.
When I finally got my results I noticed 3 things immediately, I wasn’t Albanian, I WAS Polish, and it linked me to a great great aunt I never heard about. I called NBD mom and asked her about the great great aunt and she had no idea who it was, so I did my own digging.
I reached out to the great great aunt’s daughter and she listed family names I could look into. I eventually found someone who told me their aunt might know who my real dad was and she’d get back to me. When she finally did get back to me she apologized and said her aunt told her she would not help and that people were entitled to their secrets. I was pissed. I was entitled to the truth!!
I finally reached out to my mom and while busy she told me to send her screenshots and she would get back to me. My mom called an hour later sobbing, apologizing, up-and-down. It was then that the fact NBD wasn’t my dad really hit me. It was really traumatic finding out everything I thought I knew about myself was a lie, like I wasnt a whole person just, fragments. I wanted to be angry or sad but I was just numb. I just wanted to know who my dad really was. my mom told me she had recognized the name and immediately knew who my dad really was. She told me she had called him before calling me back and told him what was happening and that if I wanted a relationship with him, he was more than willing, but if I didn’t want a relationship with him, he was fine with that too. My mom sent me his number and I sent him a text and told him to call me whenever he could.
About a week later, I went to go meet BD for the first time as his daughter that year, my birthday ended up landing on Father’s Day (yay me) so I brought him a first Father’s Day card for a new dad as a joke to break the ice and he had bought me flowers. I was so worried he wasn’t going to like me and that his girlfriend wouldn’t like me either but they are the best!!! They had to be one year old daughter and an adopted his gfs nephew. I gained two new siblings over night. They had another baby girl last year so I added another sibling to the mix
It turned out the aunt that didn’t want to spill the family secrets is my grandmother BD mom. She apologized for not sharing, but she didn’t want me to hear it from her and wanted me to hear it from my mom. It’s been two years and my relationship with BD is amazing he texts me randomly list to let me know he loves me and to check in.
The downside is NBD family is really weird towards me now, I get that they are mad at my mom but it doesn’t feel fair to be treating me differently. Anytime I bring the situation up at all to my mom she begins to feel bad and starts crying so I can’t talk to her. BD is just so chill he doesn’t seem bothered at all so I just don’t bring it up with him really but do occasionally talk through it sometimes with his GF who I now also call mom. I’ve had some not great remarks made to me by family members basically saying that the situation should be kept quiet to avoid embarrassment or that peoples lives were ruined. Like gee thanks sorry I’m an embarrassing bastard child that ruined peoples lives. I feel like some burdensome mistake that people would be better off without and it’s not fair. I didn’t do anything wrong yet how I exist is viewed as a shameful and hushed topic rather then an honest mistake. Don’t get me wrong I’m upset I could have had a present dad rather then someone who wasn’t really around till I was 18 but COME ON. In any case I know I probably need to see a therapist about this, but it’s nice to finally vent my feelings somewhere that isn’t just in my own head. Thanks for listening.
TLDR; 23andMe test revealed my dad wasn’t my dad. I met my bio dad and he’s amazing. Definitely need therapy so cause this was traumatic but also the situation just makes me feel numb?
EXTRA CONTEXT: my mom genuinely thought NBD was my dad if there was even a doubt in her mind she would have checked. Having NBD as my dad was not a choice she would have made for me or her.
2024.05.14 18:35 National-Bluebird165 Urobuchi and Love That Wanted To Be Seen
Spoiler for every Uro works
I think one of the thing that people describe Urobuchi works and relationships as Twisted. Madoka being the poster child of the "Toxic girlfriends" but maybe because I am Killer 69 I think its trying to say Love that want to be acknowledged of course I am not the only one who observe this heck for some it may be no shit sherlock observation but to me it really become compelling when we see theme of Love that wanted to be seen is in almost every Urobuchi work. Kariya in Fate Zero , Ruili in Kikokugai and Cal in Phantom Of Inferno , Saya from Saya No Uta ... This is a VN subreddit so I will not talk about Kariya but Ruili , Saya , Cal I would focus on them.
I don't remember much from Saya No Uta since i saw it from a very very very young age and haven't re read it since then but I still remember Saya was lonely throughout her life for first time through Fumenori Saya form relationship she found someone to cry with , She found someone to love with and spend her final moment with .... I think most beautiful aspect about Saya I feel was that lonely girl for first time feel something essentially she was in the basement for most of her life she must be isolated. I remember how sad she was before she meet Fuminori she wanted to be loved she must wanted to be someone who belong to someone and she found it through Fuminori.
Ruili and Cal are different from Saya I feel like in case of Saya through her loneliness I am assuming she wanted to be loved. The case here ain't like that Ruili wanted Tauluo/Cal wanted Reiji this make some scenes really fucking hilarious especially in Kikokugai.
Since Liu Haojun is visiting to doll Ruili talking so fucking kindly to her so gently to her but inside that man is burning like really burning he is bitter about Taoluo that not only he fumble the bag but unintentionally ntr him. Like Kikokugai with hindsight is story about bag forcefully coming so main character don't fumble it again ..... Just kidding ..... or am I 😈. I think though before we get to Ruili it's kinda necessary to talk about Liu Haojun cause beside me joking about this scenario he kinda represents the theme of love that wanted to be seem , he in fact represents that too painfully. He did all kind of monstrous action and become a villain because of love , That is really painful but kinda beautiful.
Anyways back to Ruili I do think that ending scene is really beautiful a sick twisted controlled world where love that was never seen becomes acknowledged it was Madoka rebellion 11 year before it happen. I think the twist at Kikokugai ending isn't for everyone to put it kindly but maybe I am fucked in head that was really beautiful to me. The lover that wanted to be seen force the other person who have strong feelings but is kinda blind to it to see the actual love at the end is in that paradise. Ruili force her love by making Taoluo travel hell so he could see it she demand blood , she demand flash , she demands everything from him so he could become one with her.
Last one is my personal favourite from Phantom Of Inferno obviously Cal have her own route where her love was legitimately recognized .... but I like my messy Urobuchi so my favourite moment from Cal happen at end of Phantom Of Inferno. Cal is pathetic to put it bluntly she learns the reason why Reiji left her cause he thought she was dead but she is angry because he is blind he didn't see her love. She feel she is abandoned cause her love was never seen. So in her final moment when she fights him she lost to him and Reiji kill her and when Reiji kill her he is crying for her and that to her the love was really recognized and it was always there she is happy to know that in her final moment of her life and that my friend is beautiful. It's simple but it's the most effective one out of everything we see who Cal is someone who lost people who care for her twice she lost the people whom she loved and never realize what Dynamic of relationship they have she is just bitter a lost child who is hurt. Like this is not explanation but I do feel like she age herself to charm Reiji again I could be 100% wrong ... but yeah one of the best scene in Phantom Of Inferno is Ruili walking around on streets of Tokyo just being bitter that her love was never recognized that scene really hits with hindsight.
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I think one of the thing that people describe Urobuchi works and relationships as Twisted. Madoka being the poster child of the "Toxic girlfriends" but maybe because I am Killer 69 I think its trying to say Love that want to be acknowledged of course I am not the only one who observe this heck for some it may be no shit sherlock observation but to me it really become compelling when we see theme of Love that wanted to be seen is in almost every Urobuchi work. Kariya in Fate Zero , Ruili in Kikokugai and Cal in Phantom Of Inferno , Saya from Saya No Uta ... This is a VN subreddit so I will not talk about Kariya but Ruili , Saya , Cal I would focus on them.
I don't remember much from Saya No Uta since i saw it from a very very very young age and haven't re read it since then but I still remember Saya was lonely throughout her life for first time through Fumenori Saya form relationship she found someone to cry with , She found someone to love with and spend her final moment with .... I think most beautiful aspect about Saya I feel was that lonely girl for first time feel something essentially she was in the basement for most of her life she must be isolated. I remember how sad she was before she meet Fuminori she wanted to be loved she must wanted to be someone who belong to someone and she found it through Fuminori.
Ruili and Cal are different from Saya I feel like in case of Saya through her loneliness I am assuming she wanted to be loved. The case here ain't like that Ruili wanted Tauluo/Cal wanted Reiji this make some scenes really fucking hilarious especially in Kikokugai.
Since Liu Haojun is visiting to doll Ruili talking so fucking kindly to her so gently to her but inside that man is burning like really burning he is bitter about Taoluo that not only he fumble the bag but unintentionally ntr him. Like Kikokugai with hindsight is story about bag forcefully coming so main character don't fumble it again ..... Just kidding ..... or am I 😈. I think though before we get to Ruili it's kinda necessary to talk about Liu Haojun cause beside me joking about this scenario he kinda represents the theme of love that wanted to be seem , he in fact represents that too painfully. He did all kind of monstrous action and become a villain because of love , That is really painful but kinda beautiful.
Anyways back to Ruili I do think that ending scene is really beautiful a sick twisted controlled world where love that was never seen becomes acknowledged it was Madoka rebellion 11 year before it happen. I think the twist at Kikokugai ending isn't for everyone to put it kindly but maybe I am fucked in head that was really beautiful to me. The lover that wanted to be seen force the other person who have strong feelings but is kinda blind to it to see the actual love at the end is in that paradise. Ruili force her love by making Taoluo travel hell so he could see it she demand blood , she demand flash , she demands everything from him so he could become one with her.
Last one is my personal favourite from Phantom Of Inferno obviously Cal have her own route where her love was legitimately recognized .... but I like my messy Urobuchi so my favourite moment from Cal happen at end of Phantom Of Inferno. Cal is pathetic to put it bluntly she learns the reason why Reiji left her cause he thought she was dead but she is angry because he is blind he didn't see her love. She feel she is abandoned cause her love was never seen. So in her final moment when she fights him she lost to him and Reiji kill her and when Reiji kill her he is crying for her and that to her the love was really recognized and it was always there she is happy to know that in her final moment of her life and that my friend is beautiful. It's simple but it's the most effective one out of everything we see who Cal is someone who lost people who care for her twice she lost the people whom she loved and never realize what Dynamic of relationship they have she is just bitter a lost child who is hurt. Like this is not explanation but I do feel like she age herself to charm Reiji again I could be 100% wrong ... but yeah one of the best scene in Phantom Of Inferno is Ruili walking around on streets of Tokyo just being bitter that her love was never recognized that scene really hits with hindsight.
2024.05.14 18:35 Mean_Skill9638 open doors day, for your enjoyment
SABOTAGE?! And it all started out as such a nice idea… A cliche as tall as my ex-roommate’s erection live-blending Kelly Bundy Mike Kelley and Ted Bundy parafernalia wearing blondes to the sound of gekko’s mating in the Amazon. Cut the bullshit! There’s no such thing as a nice idea getting detourné by some smart art postpostsituationist pranker or right-wing gaswhitey flexfrat, no, my dear well-meaning peace dove friends, if an idea can gets turned into its opposite during its execution, it probably was flawed from the start! Sometimes people use Woodstock 99 - the limp dickshit rape and pillage slash and burn disaster edition - as an example of how a great, positive, wonderful, hell, holy idea can turn into the worst kind of evil in the hands of the wrong people. Well, dear naivopino’s, let me inform you: bull-shit! The whole idea of Woodstock, be it ’99, ’94, ’69 or 2219, is just batshit dumbwhat asking for the baddest kind of trouble right from the bat. Or, what? Do you honest-to-dogly think that during the original (I retrovulsely puke into my stomach even using that wretched word) edition of 1969 nothing was burned, stolen, no women were raped? What, just because there were no sperm dna tests, nigh to none options for women to speak up against sexual violence let alone the fact that speaking up against rape during that whole shitshebang of a weak acid trip’s campfire get-together was near to blasphemy in the hippie community means that no women were raped? Because men all of a sudden turned into meek little dickies lambs for three years from 1968 to ’71? Fuck that shit. Please. I don’t even want to spend a single move of a single digit of my old hands having to make anything about that largest circle jerk-off in history clear to you. Read your books. Do your homework. Anyway, that’s what I was thinking about when a friend told me recently about another of those so-called great ideas gone hilariously wrong in a little map smudge of a town in of all fucking places Belgium for chrissakes. Let me admit to you, right here and now, no smirk no smile on my face: I laughed so hard when I heard it I shat my new Calvins. Framed them afterwards, too, in a nice little Nielsen A2 birch. It’s sitting there, stinking the fuck out of my storage, waiting for a good stock market crash to come. Never underestimate the potential of the future art market gold rushes. My shit, my gold, bruv. So, these two clowns of artists in Belgium (are there any other there? don’t get me started on rené ma bite or marcel bread arse here!) had the ammazing idea to get themselves funded by the local government in this hamlet of three houses called Watou which apparently would be part of - ok, stop me here. Not in the history of mankind has ever ended a sentence well which tried to explain any aspect of Belgian politics, topography or whatever the call the thing there where a man rides a horse stark naked and bites the neck of living goose hanging from a tree? (See, that sentence didn’t end well either, did it, what’d I tell you? Cursed stuff!) Let’s try that again: two artists in the Belgian town of Watou had the splendid idea to organize a festive event, in the middle of summer, whereby all the people of this little village (if you’re thinking of blue skinned vikings charging Roman legionnaires in a berry-induced bad trip frenzy, well, so am I) for one day left their houses, dropped the key of their house in a transparant bowl on the town square and all went to the field adjacent to their village to well be (as in: not fornicate) together and thereby, if I had a press release I’d quote this from it: practiced a performative experiment in hospitality and neighborship where no fixed rules are applied. I’m guessing if you’re sensitive like I am to the finer things a life, you might as well start looking for your nearest Nielsen frame too by now, but hey: we haven’t even gotten to the joke yet! This was all the serious stuff. Let me summarise it even more briefly for you, just to get it out of my haemorrhoidical system: Imagine a village. Everyone leaves their house at the same time. Leaves their front door open. Drops the key to said door in a large bowl. Drifts into a field somewhere off to do fripp knows what (no rules applied, but probably: no fornication whatsoever.) Got the mental image? Good. Now get the fuck out of that dream and imagine any sad little teardrop of a town you know. Imagine who lives there. Imagine all the people you know who live in a town, or rather, fuck that, imagine all the people you know. Now imagine that some dogoodydoodydoobywah wants to “bring the people together again” and “mend the social bonds which had been broken by” yaddah yaddah yaddah. Okay? Now imagine the fucking assholes - they might even be you - who get they absolute mostest pleasure out of ruining the naive, well-intentioned ideas of others? You see what I see? The doodygoodoo is a bit all alone on his white ivory hilltowertop, right? All the others apparently prefer to start mayhem, to jinx other people’s efforts, to laugh - loud! - at their friends tripping over their own feet. No? You think in your ‘reality’ people are ‘decent’ and ‘rough diamonds’ or ‘deeper than you’d think they are’? Well, my dear, that paradisiacal odor you’re smelling all around you is the smell of your own shit cause you got your head up your ass! Listen and suffer! Because what happened in our not-just-proverbial Belgian village on that sunny morning in July… a couple of the townspeople - we’ll never know how many but I’m guessing almost everyone except for the government-funded, from-the-city hippie artists was in on the joke - had invited some acquaintances from the town next door to quietly enter the village while everyone was not-fornicating on the idyllic field, to take all the keys from the bowl, lay them on the train tracks which run along the town, flattening them to perfectly unusable little steel flabs and placing them back in the bowl. So when our supposedly resocialised townspeople entered their village that afternoon, ready to get their key, run to their house and close their door for at least the next 364 days, the immediately realised they couldn’t close their doors anymore. Total mayhem ensued. Men started chasing women, people pillaged their neighbours houses, children and adults alike pooped on all toothbrushes they could find, underwear was thrown into compost heaps, compost heaps were thrown into unlawful indoor spas, hundred thousands of untaxed euro piles were find inside old televisions and grandmas paintings. There was no stopping them. Housewifes hung themselves after their portrait, tits out and all, was found hanging above at least three beds in different houses. It was bad. Real bad. By the time news of this feast of anarchy and murder had spread to the nearest villages and the police arrived, the artists had of course long disappeared, no doubt to narrativise their failure into a story of experiment and learning and cash in a couple of fat pay checks.
And you know what the name was the artists had given their beautiful day of harmony and collective connecting: Open Doors Day. They sure got it, their open doors day, they sure got it. Serves them right. Serves them damn right.
peace - out!
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And you know what the name was the artists had given their beautiful day of harmony and collective connecting: Open Doors Day. They sure got it, their open doors day, they sure got it. Serves them right. Serves them damn right.
peace - out!
2024.05.14 18:33 Mad__Lib How do I stop being resentful of a low-effort proposal after 12 years?
I (35F) and my fiance (46M) just got engaged two days ago.
**Backstory: we have been together for 12 years. We have raised eachother's kids together. I call him my husband instead of boyfriend when I introduce him to people because boyfriend is such a lowly term to describe what we have been through. For the first about 5 years of our relationship, it was really toxic, we broke up for a couple months and my kids and I moved to another city. We got back together and changed so much to be better and are a very strong couple. Just giving you context of why he didn't propose in first few years as is pretty standard. We have been wanting to get engaged for years, didn't have the money to actually have a wedding and all that until the last year or so when I got a really good job.
For more context, on our 10th anniversary in Miami, I cried at the end because I really thought he would propose there, he could have chosen any pretty area really. When I finally said something to him, he said he felt terrible because he thought my expectations were so high that I would have to go to Italy or Paris for a proposal (lmao I have never close to indicated that). I laughed because there would never be a time we would do that until after our high school aged kids graduate, so that was really crazy he even thought that was a good idea or timeline. I told him all I care about is that he put EFFORT into it, that it is special and meaningful. In my brain, it was obvious, on the waterfront where we met by our house would be a great easy and free idea.
This last weekend was our 12th anniversary. I had hopes I guess but I'm so used to it not happening that I really did not think he was going to propose. More backstory: he is not a planner whatsoever. He is content living the same life and doing nothing more, no major goals, no aspirations, he does NOT plan or surprise or spearhead anything, I do it all. He is a good, stable, and caring man but I do have already built resentment that he #1 had taken 12 years to propose and #2, he just never does anything unless I hold his hand through exactly what to do. I lead everything and this was the one thing that he had to do on his own. Also, we were at the mall about 8 months ago and looked at rings, I showed him the very simple ring, the saleswoman wrote everything down for him.
The Proposal We had planned that Saturday night in Vegas we would go out for our anniversary dinner. But of course the planning was left to me. I chose Alexxa's at the bottom of the eiffel tower, on the terrace, directly looking at the Bellagio fountains. After dinner, we went in the casino. I was like hey look, you can go up to the viewing deck, then I was like oh nvm you have to buy a ticket and everything. We walked back to the hotel, he wanted to get froyo so we got that and went back to the hotel. As I am about to sit down to eat my froyo, bro says "I've been trying to do this all day" or something like that and then says will you marry me, and gives me the ring. Of course I said yes but I said a lot of "you're messing with me" at first because I thought it was a joke until I saw the ring.
It took everything within me that night to not cry and not ruin the one engagement night I will ever have. Since then, I have been filled with sadness, resentment and it's just triggering me a lot about things I already get upset about in our relationship like how I'm always disappointed if he doesn't do something or does it badly IMO. I've told him very nicely about all of this and he feels terrible. I don't want to be mean to him, I know he was nervous but he planned NOTHING. He told me that his "driving force was the element of surprise". Girl what? So he chose to wing it in order for me to be surprised after 12 years rather than put thought, effort and planning to do something special or sentimental. Would have been nice to have at least a single picture as well but whatever. I think this is hitting me so hard because it's such an indication of a bigger problem that I already feel. I'm not ever going to leave him over it but I don't know how to stop resenting him for this. How did he go from "Paris or Italy" to hotel room? Lol. Also, my ring is nothing like we discussed. Beautiful ring but it's falling off my finger, the setting for the center stone is about 3/4 inch high for what reason I have no idea so it just adds to how I already feel, can this man do anything without me?
Tldr; we've been together for 12 years, he proposed in a hotel room with not an ounce of planning. How do I stop resenting him and move forward?
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**Backstory: we have been together for 12 years. We have raised eachother's kids together. I call him my husband instead of boyfriend when I introduce him to people because boyfriend is such a lowly term to describe what we have been through. For the first about 5 years of our relationship, it was really toxic, we broke up for a couple months and my kids and I moved to another city. We got back together and changed so much to be better and are a very strong couple. Just giving you context of why he didn't propose in first few years as is pretty standard. We have been wanting to get engaged for years, didn't have the money to actually have a wedding and all that until the last year or so when I got a really good job.
For more context, on our 10th anniversary in Miami, I cried at the end because I really thought he would propose there, he could have chosen any pretty area really. When I finally said something to him, he said he felt terrible because he thought my expectations were so high that I would have to go to Italy or Paris for a proposal (lmao I have never close to indicated that). I laughed because there would never be a time we would do that until after our high school aged kids graduate, so that was really crazy he even thought that was a good idea or timeline. I told him all I care about is that he put EFFORT into it, that it is special and meaningful. In my brain, it was obvious, on the waterfront where we met by our house would be a great easy and free idea.
This last weekend was our 12th anniversary. I had hopes I guess but I'm so used to it not happening that I really did not think he was going to propose. More backstory: he is not a planner whatsoever. He is content living the same life and doing nothing more, no major goals, no aspirations, he does NOT plan or surprise or spearhead anything, I do it all. He is a good, stable, and caring man but I do have already built resentment that he #1 had taken 12 years to propose and #2, he just never does anything unless I hold his hand through exactly what to do. I lead everything and this was the one thing that he had to do on his own. Also, we were at the mall about 8 months ago and looked at rings, I showed him the very simple ring, the saleswoman wrote everything down for him.
The Proposal We had planned that Saturday night in Vegas we would go out for our anniversary dinner. But of course the planning was left to me. I chose Alexxa's at the bottom of the eiffel tower, on the terrace, directly looking at the Bellagio fountains. After dinner, we went in the casino. I was like hey look, you can go up to the viewing deck, then I was like oh nvm you have to buy a ticket and everything. We walked back to the hotel, he wanted to get froyo so we got that and went back to the hotel. As I am about to sit down to eat my froyo, bro says "I've been trying to do this all day" or something like that and then says will you marry me, and gives me the ring. Of course I said yes but I said a lot of "you're messing with me" at first because I thought it was a joke until I saw the ring.
It took everything within me that night to not cry and not ruin the one engagement night I will ever have. Since then, I have been filled with sadness, resentment and it's just triggering me a lot about things I already get upset about in our relationship like how I'm always disappointed if he doesn't do something or does it badly IMO. I've told him very nicely about all of this and he feels terrible. I don't want to be mean to him, I know he was nervous but he planned NOTHING. He told me that his "driving force was the element of surprise". Girl what? So he chose to wing it in order for me to be surprised after 12 years rather than put thought, effort and planning to do something special or sentimental. Would have been nice to have at least a single picture as well but whatever. I think this is hitting me so hard because it's such an indication of a bigger problem that I already feel. I'm not ever going to leave him over it but I don't know how to stop resenting him for this. How did he go from "Paris or Italy" to hotel room? Lol. Also, my ring is nothing like we discussed. Beautiful ring but it's falling off my finger, the setting for the center stone is about 3/4 inch high for what reason I have no idea so it just adds to how I already feel, can this man do anything without me?
Tldr; we've been together for 12 years, he proposed in a hotel room with not an ounce of planning. How do I stop resenting him and move forward?