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2024.05.15 17:03 jonatsanders Why You Need Strength Before Power
I found this advice from the physician and climber Thomas Cunningham truly eye-opening.
He only climbs outside 15 days a year but sent 5.14c recently.
Here's his rule of thumb for training that stuck with me:
Strength comes in when you overcome the greatest resistance possible, like lifting a heavy weight. And power allows you to apply that force at a high velocity, as in quickly grabbing a climbing hold.
Squats with a big barbell of weights requires strength. Vertical jump measures power because it requires the explosive movement.
The problem is that if you can’t squat your own body weight the speed of your jump is meaningless. You’re just flopping over like a fish.
For most of us, we could use more strength AND power, but it’s best to start with strength.
Here's a good way to figure out if you need more strength or power:
For me starting with a focus on flexibility and mobility means that my strength and power can deliver results.
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He only climbs outside 15 days a year but sent 5.14c recently.
Here's his rule of thumb for training that stuck with me:
- Mobility before strength.
- Strength before power.
- Power before power endurance.
Strength comes in when you overcome the greatest resistance possible, like lifting a heavy weight. And power allows you to apply that force at a high velocity, as in quickly grabbing a climbing hold.
Squats with a big barbell of weights requires strength. Vertical jump measures power because it requires the explosive movement.
The problem is that if you can’t squat your own body weight the speed of your jump is meaningless. You’re just flopping over like a fish.
For most of us, we could use more strength AND power, but it’s best to start with strength.
Here's a good way to figure out if you need more strength or power:
- If you have trouble doing moves statically, you could use more strength training.
- Strength training is hanging on small rails with your fingers
- Power training is pulling up small rails to climb the campus board, especially if you are skipping rungs.
For me starting with a focus on flexibility and mobility means that my strength and power can deliver results.
2024.05.15 16:59 pock3tmiso pointe pain from toe separators? please help!
TLDR; (although i would really appreciate help from anyone who can get through my post, sorry it’s so long!) my toe separators to straighten my big toe are actually just forcing my other toes into an unnatural alignment which over time has caused me quite bad pain. i was told i need them to prevent bunions but wearing them is so painful due to how much it forces my other toes to the wrong alignment that dancing en pointe especially in the centre has become near impossible, not wearing them has made the pain go away but runs the risk of bunion trouble and the misalignment of my big toes, although i think the problem came from the separator not aligning my big toe but rather my toe just pushing it into the others. i’m not sure what to do!
really feeling like i need some help! brief context before i get into my problem: i’m 18yo going on 19 and only recently started pointe late due to a nearly 4 year break from dancing during my early vocational training at 14yo. i’ve been doing pointe for i would say about a month? 30 mins of a solely pointe class a week, another 15 or so mins here and there in my syllabus classes on occasion, and i try to accumulate an hour or so (more if i can) of practicing at home throughout the week, although since my partner and i live in different towns so im away from home more often than not, so my opportunity for home practice is inconsistent/limited, and ultimately being a beginner i we don’t get a lot of time spent working en pointe. something that also may be relevant information is that i have chronic pain conditions, fibromyalgia and hyper mobile ehlers danlos syndrome / hypermobile spectrum disorder (im still in the process of seeing professionals to determine which).
here’s my problem, when i was fitted, i was given toe separators for between my big and second toe to correct my big toes slight inwards alignment to prevent bunions / irritation of the bunion joint which i understand is pretty standard. i think the ones i was given were the tendu large toe spreaders which are quite thick and rounded, my fitter seemed to think the slimmer bloch ones which are more flat were going to be too small.
i’ve been having some quite bad pains in my middle and outside toes (not the big toes, and mainly on one foot), the pain itself wasn’t totally excruciating when resting but persistently sore, dull and yet relatively strong and mainly just didn’t go away for about a week, it was in my toes mainly my 3rd and 4th, and felt like it extended down them into my foot, i almost thought my 3rd toe may have been fractured or injured, since it wasn’t like regular soreness or pressure from pointe work, but an actual pain.
coming on at the end of the first few weeks of my classes, it lasted about a week ish despite having a quiet week following that where i had no strain on my foot, so i really thought i might have done something bad to it, until the next time i put on my pointe shoes to practice and i realised as i put my toe separator in that the pain was because the separator between my big and second toe meant that my second toe and subsequently my third and fourth are forced into an unnatural and uncomfortable/awkward alignment by the separator taking up space where my second toe would want to sit straight, meaning my other toes get sort of pushed diagonally to the side if that makes any sense? it’s hard to explain but as soon as i put it in place that feeling in my toes started to worsen again and it makes dancing en pointe really quite painful and uncomfortable, i was really struggling in my last pointe class especially in the centre because it was so uncomfortable i could barely get onto pointe during echapes and releves etc, having never struggled with pointe before recently.
after realising this i tried practicing without them to see if it made a difference and it’s so much more comfortable and the pain in my toes has since gone away. has anybody else experienced this? the problem is that i don’t think i can permanently ditch the toe separators because my big toe goes more inwards from my bunion joint at least certainly more so on one side, one of my feet is a bit straighter than the other, but obviously my fitter gave me those separators because she thought they would be necessary to prevent bunions, and that the smaller ones wouldn’t do, so im not sure what to do. i don’t think my big toes are hugely dramatically inwards but on that one side i definitely think my toe just pushes the separator into the rest of my toes causing quite strong pain over time instead of just straightening in its place so im unsure how to fix this problem, its so much more comfortable and painless to not wear them but over time this will probably cause other problems in the form of bunions, but its too painful i think to keep wearing them, and im not sure if thinner separators although possibly more comfortable would be an okay alternative if my fitter tried them and then gave me these instead.
do i need to be refit? is it okay for me to just use the smaller ones anyway or will that give me bunions? for reference i wear bloch etus, with some gel tubes on a few toes, a tendu gel insert in the box and no toe pad, we tried with and without toe pads so we know they fit in the shoe of i want them but with the gel inserts as well it’s harder to feel the floor wearing both so i prefer not to since the gel pads are my preference and the shoes are comfortable otherwise. so sorry for the length of this post, i hoped maybe the more information i can provide about my situation the better the chances are that someone could help me, thank you!!! in a rush right now but will probably come back and edit to attempt to make this more readable/less long :)
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really feeling like i need some help! brief context before i get into my problem: i’m 18yo going on 19 and only recently started pointe late due to a nearly 4 year break from dancing during my early vocational training at 14yo. i’ve been doing pointe for i would say about a month? 30 mins of a solely pointe class a week, another 15 or so mins here and there in my syllabus classes on occasion, and i try to accumulate an hour or so (more if i can) of practicing at home throughout the week, although since my partner and i live in different towns so im away from home more often than not, so my opportunity for home practice is inconsistent/limited, and ultimately being a beginner i we don’t get a lot of time spent working en pointe. something that also may be relevant information is that i have chronic pain conditions, fibromyalgia and hyper mobile ehlers danlos syndrome / hypermobile spectrum disorder (im still in the process of seeing professionals to determine which).
here’s my problem, when i was fitted, i was given toe separators for between my big and second toe to correct my big toes slight inwards alignment to prevent bunions / irritation of the bunion joint which i understand is pretty standard. i think the ones i was given were the tendu large toe spreaders which are quite thick and rounded, my fitter seemed to think the slimmer bloch ones which are more flat were going to be too small.
i’ve been having some quite bad pains in my middle and outside toes (not the big toes, and mainly on one foot), the pain itself wasn’t totally excruciating when resting but persistently sore, dull and yet relatively strong and mainly just didn’t go away for about a week, it was in my toes mainly my 3rd and 4th, and felt like it extended down them into my foot, i almost thought my 3rd toe may have been fractured or injured, since it wasn’t like regular soreness or pressure from pointe work, but an actual pain.
coming on at the end of the first few weeks of my classes, it lasted about a week ish despite having a quiet week following that where i had no strain on my foot, so i really thought i might have done something bad to it, until the next time i put on my pointe shoes to practice and i realised as i put my toe separator in that the pain was because the separator between my big and second toe meant that my second toe and subsequently my third and fourth are forced into an unnatural and uncomfortable/awkward alignment by the separator taking up space where my second toe would want to sit straight, meaning my other toes get sort of pushed diagonally to the side if that makes any sense? it’s hard to explain but as soon as i put it in place that feeling in my toes started to worsen again and it makes dancing en pointe really quite painful and uncomfortable, i was really struggling in my last pointe class especially in the centre because it was so uncomfortable i could barely get onto pointe during echapes and releves etc, having never struggled with pointe before recently.
after realising this i tried practicing without them to see if it made a difference and it’s so much more comfortable and the pain in my toes has since gone away. has anybody else experienced this? the problem is that i don’t think i can permanently ditch the toe separators because my big toe goes more inwards from my bunion joint at least certainly more so on one side, one of my feet is a bit straighter than the other, but obviously my fitter gave me those separators because she thought they would be necessary to prevent bunions, and that the smaller ones wouldn’t do, so im not sure what to do. i don’t think my big toes are hugely dramatically inwards but on that one side i definitely think my toe just pushes the separator into the rest of my toes causing quite strong pain over time instead of just straightening in its place so im unsure how to fix this problem, its so much more comfortable and painless to not wear them but over time this will probably cause other problems in the form of bunions, but its too painful i think to keep wearing them, and im not sure if thinner separators although possibly more comfortable would be an okay alternative if my fitter tried them and then gave me these instead.
do i need to be refit? is it okay for me to just use the smaller ones anyway or will that give me bunions? for reference i wear bloch etus, with some gel tubes on a few toes, a tendu gel insert in the box and no toe pad, we tried with and without toe pads so we know they fit in the shoe of i want them but with the gel inserts as well it’s harder to feel the floor wearing both so i prefer not to since the gel pads are my preference and the shoes are comfortable otherwise. so sorry for the length of this post, i hoped maybe the more information i can provide about my situation the better the chances are that someone could help me, thank you!!! in a rush right now but will probably come back and edit to attempt to make this more readable/less long :)
2024.05.15 16:56 iron_cam86 Sunday Ticket FAQs — Updated for 2024
Seeing a few Sunday Ticket posts starting to form, so here are some common questions, answered. If you have any other questions, please leave them as comments to this post.
What platforms is NFL Sunday Ticket available on? NFL Sunday Ticket is available either as an add-on to your YouTube TV Base Plan or as a standalone offering through YouTube Primetime Channels. You can watch NFL Sunday Ticket content on the YouTube or YouTube TV app regardless of which one you purchase through. Current pricing and promotional offers can be found here.
What if I'm not seeing the promotional rates that are advertised for Sunday Ticket? If you've had Sunday Ticket before, you are only eligible for the returning subscriber rate. If you aren't seeing any promotional offers for your account under Settings > Membership on a browser, then please reach out to support directly. https://support.google.com/youtubetv/gethelp
What exactly is included in NFL Sunday Ticket? NFL Sunday Ticket allows you to watch out-of-market Sunday afternoon games. Local channels like your local FOX, CBS, and NBC affiliates are not included in NFL Sunday Ticket, but are available with the YouTube TV Base Plan.
Are preseason games or postseason games included with NFL Sunday Ticket? No, only regular season, out-of-market games from FOX and CBS are included in Sunday Ticket. To watch preseason games, you'll need to check with your local team's broadcast schedule to see where the games are airing. A lot of times, they can be found on local channels or NFL Network, most of which are available on the YouTube TV Base Plan.
Postseason games are aired nationally, and most are available via the YouTube TV Base Plan as well. The exception are those that air exclusively on other streaming services.
What about exclusive streaming games, like those on ESPN+, Amazon Prime Video, or Peacock? These games require independent subscriptions, and are not included with NFL Sunday Ticket, or the YouTube TV Base Plan.
How many streams do I get with NFL Sunday Ticket? You'll get unlimited NFL Sunday Ticket streams at home and 2 additional streams for you and your household to use on the go. A few other callouts for YouTube TV:
Will you be offering a Student Plan? Yes! Student Plans are available for eligible students who sign up via YouTube Primetime Channels. With this, you can still view Sunday Ticket via the YouTube TV app, as long as you use the same account to purchase.
Will you be offering single team options? Currently there are no single team/individual game purchasing options.
Can I watch Sunday Ticket while traveling? Yes! You can continue to watch Sunday Ticket when traveling. If you're traveling to a different area, the available games will likely be different than what you can watch on Sunday Ticket at home.
And if you subscribe to the YouTube TV Base Plan and want to watch your local team away from home, you're covered, too. If the game isn't nationally aired, you can find them on a Sunday Ticket channel (unless it's exclusive to a different streaming service).
Will multiview be available and will I be able to customize the streams? Multiview will be available and there will be an extensive assortment of multiview streams every Sunday for you to choose from.
For the most control, start playback for a game you want to watch in a multiview stream. Click down twice and choose "Multiview" below the playback bar. Then click on the game combination you'd like to watch, or customize your own layout by choosing from the streams available.
If you have a YouTube TV Base Plan, multiview combinations will also include local NFL games for you to watch side-by-side with your NFL Sunday Ticket games.
Is complete customization available with multiview, if I want to watch some football alongside other channels? In terms of customization, the short answer is no. The goal with multiview is to make it available to everyone with a television. Since most devices don’t have native multiview capabilities, YouTube TV does the processing of video feeds on the server end. This means that every unique combination watched in multiview uses limited data center and computational resources.
Because each region has unique, local content, YouTube TV is especially constrained on the number of combinations we can create that include local feeds. They try to select the best combinations based on expected popularity, and are always improving our processes.
Can I pay for NFL Sunday Ticket monthly? Yes; subscribers in most states can sign up for NFL Sunday Ticket via a monthly payment plan.
Can I DVR games? As a reminder, you can watch NFL Sunday Ticket content on the YouTube or YouTube TV app regardless of which one you purchased through. And when you sign in to YouTube TV app, you have the option to record games.
Can I share NFL Sunday Ticket with my family group? If the family manager purchases NFL Sunday Ticket, family members can also watch Sunday ticket content. You can find out more information about family group requirements here.
What devices is playback supported on? Users can watch NFL Sunday Ticket on web and mobile devices that support YouTube TV. NFL Sunday Ticket playback will also be supported on smart TVs (made in 2016 and later), select older devices, and most newer streaming devices.
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What platforms is NFL Sunday Ticket available on? NFL Sunday Ticket is available either as an add-on to your YouTube TV Base Plan or as a standalone offering through YouTube Primetime Channels. You can watch NFL Sunday Ticket content on the YouTube or YouTube TV app regardless of which one you purchase through. Current pricing and promotional offers can be found here.
What if I'm not seeing the promotional rates that are advertised for Sunday Ticket? If you've had Sunday Ticket before, you are only eligible for the returning subscriber rate. If you aren't seeing any promotional offers for your account under Settings > Membership on a browser, then please reach out to support directly. https://support.google.com/youtubetv/gethelp
What exactly is included in NFL Sunday Ticket? NFL Sunday Ticket allows you to watch out-of-market Sunday afternoon games. Local channels like your local FOX, CBS, and NBC affiliates are not included in NFL Sunday Ticket, but are available with the YouTube TV Base Plan.
Are preseason games or postseason games included with NFL Sunday Ticket? No, only regular season, out-of-market games from FOX and CBS are included in Sunday Ticket. To watch preseason games, you'll need to check with your local team's broadcast schedule to see where the games are airing. A lot of times, they can be found on local channels or NFL Network, most of which are available on the YouTube TV Base Plan.
Postseason games are aired nationally, and most are available via the YouTube TV Base Plan as well. The exception are those that air exclusively on other streaming services.
What about exclusive streaming games, like those on ESPN+, Amazon Prime Video, or Peacock? These games require independent subscriptions, and are not included with NFL Sunday Ticket, or the YouTube TV Base Plan.
How many streams do I get with NFL Sunday Ticket? You'll get unlimited NFL Sunday Ticket streams at home and 2 additional streams for you and your household to use on the go. A few other callouts for YouTube TV:
- NFL Sunday Ticket streams are separate from your 3 Base Plan streams. Each add-on within YouTube TV has its own stream limits. You can check these out by going to your profile icon > Settings > Streaming Limits.
- Using the multiview feature only counts as 1 stream.
- If you buy the Sports Plus add-on, NFL RedZone will count towards your Sports Plus streaming limits.
- The 4K Plus add-on adds extra viewing options only for your YouTube TV Base Plan.
- DVRing doesn’t count towards your streaming limits unless you're watching the stream.
Will you be offering a Student Plan? Yes! Student Plans are available for eligible students who sign up via YouTube Primetime Channels. With this, you can still view Sunday Ticket via the YouTube TV app, as long as you use the same account to purchase.
Will you be offering single team options? Currently there are no single team/individual game purchasing options.
Can I watch Sunday Ticket while traveling? Yes! You can continue to watch Sunday Ticket when traveling. If you're traveling to a different area, the available games will likely be different than what you can watch on Sunday Ticket at home.
And if you subscribe to the YouTube TV Base Plan and want to watch your local team away from home, you're covered, too. If the game isn't nationally aired, you can find them on a Sunday Ticket channel (unless it's exclusive to a different streaming service).
Will multiview be available and will I be able to customize the streams? Multiview will be available and there will be an extensive assortment of multiview streams every Sunday for you to choose from.
For the most control, start playback for a game you want to watch in a multiview stream. Click down twice and choose "Multiview" below the playback bar. Then click on the game combination you'd like to watch, or customize your own layout by choosing from the streams available.
If you have a YouTube TV Base Plan, multiview combinations will also include local NFL games for you to watch side-by-side with your NFL Sunday Ticket games.
Is complete customization available with multiview, if I want to watch some football alongside other channels? In terms of customization, the short answer is no. The goal with multiview is to make it available to everyone with a television. Since most devices don’t have native multiview capabilities, YouTube TV does the processing of video feeds on the server end. This means that every unique combination watched in multiview uses limited data center and computational resources.
Because each region has unique, local content, YouTube TV is especially constrained on the number of combinations we can create that include local feeds. They try to select the best combinations based on expected popularity, and are always improving our processes.
Can I pay for NFL Sunday Ticket monthly? Yes; subscribers in most states can sign up for NFL Sunday Ticket via a monthly payment plan.
Can I DVR games? As a reminder, you can watch NFL Sunday Ticket content on the YouTube or YouTube TV app regardless of which one you purchased through. And when you sign in to YouTube TV app, you have the option to record games.
Can I share NFL Sunday Ticket with my family group? If the family manager purchases NFL Sunday Ticket, family members can also watch Sunday ticket content. You can find out more information about family group requirements here.
What devices is playback supported on? Users can watch NFL Sunday Ticket on web and mobile devices that support YouTube TV. NFL Sunday Ticket playback will also be supported on smart TVs (made in 2016 and later), select older devices, and most newer streaming devices.
2024.05.15 16:47 _Intel_Geek_ Increased battery life when connected to Pixel Phone?
When I first got my Pixel Watch, I wanted the best battery life possible. Main reasons I purchased it:
24/7 heart rate monitor
Watch face customization
Calling/texting/Whatsapp without the need of a phone on-hand
Assistant
Aesthetics
I wasn't bothered by it's 24 hour battery life but didn't mind turning off some features to stretch it. I had the watch connected to a T Mobile Revvl 6 5G and with AOD and lift-to-wake off, I could run 30 hours before I needed a charge. It would say 50% by the time I went to bed and 42% to 38% in the morning.
I liked the extra features enabled when I got my Pixel 8 Pro recently, but I noticed something really different: my watch now says 70% to 65% by the end of the day, and 50% when I get up in the morning.
Am I making a wrong assumption that being connected to a Pixel phone makes the Watch's battery life better? I'm really pleased with it's performance now, either way m What are your thoughts? Why is my battery doing well? I bought the PW1 used on eBay.
I don't use battery saver FYI
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24/7 heart rate monitor
Watch face customization
Calling/texting/Whatsapp without the need of a phone on-hand
Assistant
Aesthetics
I wasn't bothered by it's 24 hour battery life but didn't mind turning off some features to stretch it. I had the watch connected to a T Mobile Revvl 6 5G and with AOD and lift-to-wake off, I could run 30 hours before I needed a charge. It would say 50% by the time I went to bed and 42% to 38% in the morning.
I liked the extra features enabled when I got my Pixel 8 Pro recently, but I noticed something really different: my watch now says 70% to 65% by the end of the day, and 50% when I get up in the morning.
Am I making a wrong assumption that being connected to a Pixel phone makes the Watch's battery life better? I'm really pleased with it's performance now, either way m What are your thoughts? Why is my battery doing well? I bought the PW1 used on eBay.
I don't use battery saver FYI
2024.05.15 16:46 Livid-Echidna67 I Think I was Dentally Neglected, What do I do Now?
 | Hi everyone, I’m not sure if I’m in the right sub but I don’t really know where else to post. submitted by Livid-Echidna67 to askdentists [link] [comments] I (23) have only been to the dentist maybe 10 times in my life total. One time when I actually went around 13-14 they told me I needed some serious braces. I cried and told my mom I didn’t want them (because I was a dramatic tween who thought she was too old for braces), my mom acquiesced and told me I didn’t have to get them if I didn’t want to. My jaw started popping in my mid teens, but it didn’t hurt so I just ignored it. My adult canines came in from the front instead of straight down, I would later learn that my baby canines never fell out. At 19 I got those baby canines pulled, and was told I was going to have to go to an orthodontist to actually fix what was going on. Cue COVID and with it a litany of family and mental health issues that resulted in the further negligence of my dental health. I know that at this point I was an adult and the further deterioration of my teeth is my own fault. When I finally started to get my life together a little I learned that I got kicked off my parent’s dental at 22 instead of 26, and newfound dreams of correcting my teeth came crashing down. I still do not have dental insurance, I work two part time jobs instead of full time so I do not have insurance options available to me. I don’t know what to do. My jaw pops in and out of place more severely, and it is starting to get a little uncomfortable. I’ve realized I have a pretty serious overbite. My teeth are so sensitive and feel fragile. I know I have cavities, I can feel them and sometimes they cause me some pretty bad pain. I do not have the money to fix them out of pocket. I do not qualify for most low income dentists because I am not on Medicare (still on my parents health insurance). I always thought that getting my teeth fixed was unnecessary and purely cosmetic, but I now realize that my jaw being misaligned causes me a lot more issues than just aesthetics. I don’t know where or how to start the process, and I am so incredibly embarrassed of what this has become. I just need some advice as to what my next steps can be. Thank you so much if you’ve read this far. I’m sorry if the formatting is off on this post, I’m on mobile. |
2024.05.15 16:41 CockroachSquirrel Is ranked easier with a controller
I want to get that legendary crate but Im only pro 1 and I’m already getting put with people jump sliding everywhere, quickscoping my arm that’s poking out the side of a car, quickswapping between melee for the shortest speed boost.
Like this sub makes it sound like a baby could get to grand master or wtvr but I’m over here in pro 1 and I’m already going against these really sweaty people (on that note why are mobile sweats more sweaty than pc or console sweats, I literally spent 2 years playing bo3 with a rock candy 360 controller on steam and that felt like a fairer match)
Is controller better? Like when I’m up there I expect those people but im not tryna deal with them just yet, especially when my teammates can’t even hold one objective in shipment without me.
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Like this sub makes it sound like a baby could get to grand master or wtvr but I’m over here in pro 1 and I’m already going against these really sweaty people (on that note why are mobile sweats more sweaty than pc or console sweats, I literally spent 2 years playing bo3 with a rock candy 360 controller on steam and that felt like a fairer match)
Is controller better? Like when I’m up there I expect those people but im not tryna deal with them just yet, especially when my teammates can’t even hold one objective in shipment without me.
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2024.05.15 16:36 maximusaemilius Empyrean Iris: 2-182 Abort? (by Charlie Star)
FYI, this is a story COLLECTION. Lots of standalones technically. So, you can basically start to read at any chapter, no pre-read of the other chapters needed technically (other than maybe getting better descriptions of characters than: Adam Vir=human, Krill=antlike alien, Sunny=tall alien, Conn=telepathic alien). The numbers are (mostly) only for organization of posts and continuity.
OC Written by Charlie Stastarrfallknightrise,
Typed up and then posted here by me.
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"Both of you get your suits back on."
"What the hell is going on!?”
Richards demanded, Adam took a deep breath,
"Captain Richards that was not an opening for a discussion, that was an order. Now put the damn suit on, or I swear I will knock you out and do it myself!”
The three of them were floating in the module staring at each other, hands resting against what must have been no more than a few millimeters of aluminum.
He stared at them, and they stared back.
Adam did not break eye contact with the two, willing them to do as they were told. Chavez was the first to move, hurrying over to her space suit and struggling to pull it on in a near panic as bright lights flashed from outside. Inside his heart was pounding but he tried to remain calm for the two standing before him.
He hurried over to help Chavez pull on her gear, finally sealing the helmet in place as Richards finally moved to do the same.
Adam helped pull the hard torso over the man's head and link it to the waist before helping him pull on his gloves and, eventually the helmet. Before he let go, he kept hold of Richards by either side of the helmet staring at him through the glass,
"I promise, if you listen to me, I will keep you safe."
He kept eye contact with the other man until Richards finally nodded, and Adam let him go to float over and put on his own suit. His hands were steady, for now, but he knew as soon as the crisis was over he'd be shaking like a leaf.
If he survived…
He gritted his teeth, cursing himself for thinking like that.
He was Admiral Vir for crying out loud. He had survived far too much to go and die now.
He returned to the helm of the command module as he looked out the thick window at the lights flashing on either side of them. Despite the war that was raging around them, everything seemed so strangely quiet. There was no sound no rumbling, not even a vibration as one of the jets flew past. Despite being at the controls of the vehicle, there was nothing he could do. They only had a certain amount of fuel to get them to the lunar surface, and if he wasted any of it at all, they would be either caught in orbit, or miss the moon entirely.
He had to keep his cool.
Another bright burst of light lit the window to his right. This one was closer this time.
His heart leaped up into his throat.
Richards and Chaves joined him buckling into their seats.
"What is going on?”
Richards demanded again, his mike distant and tinny with the sound of very old technology.
"I believe Anti-Alliance forces are attempting to assassinate me. They have been trying for months now, and I think they are being encouraged by very powerful members of the government."
They watched as another set of ships zoomed past.
He saw a flash of a silhouette, just enough to know that one of them was a Thunderhawk and the other was a silver Rundi drone.
It confirmed his worst fears. The Chairwoman had been behind this the whole time!
[…]
Red nearly collided with the rocket. The Thunderhawk had pulled up the last minute, but he had almost been too late. He jerked the stick to the side, throwing up his wing just in time to avoid hitting the rocket as it made its slow way through space. He dove down on the other side forced to break off pursuit and cut in front of another Thunderhawk coming in from above. He made to look like he was going to ram them, playing a dangerous game of chicken, which he won at the last second as the other pilot panicked and cut to the left.
There were too many of them. Only five out of the original twenty had been destroyed, and he and the rest of their pilots were busy just keeping the thunder hawks away from the rocket, much less to have any time of firing at them. He had sent one of his people down to earth and one of them off towards the moon for backup. The moon was still hours away yet, so the hope that some help would be sent from them was unlikely, and even the woman he had sent down to earth's surface was cutting it close.
He didn't have much hopes that they would be able to hold out that long.
Inside the cockpit his warning lights began to blink and blair as one of the other jets got a lock on him. He rolled right to avoid them and dove down, cutting off the lock but still being pursued by those behind him. Up ahead he saw one of the silver balls erupt into flames as it was targeted by an expert hit from one of the Thunderhawk pilots.
He rolled right.
Someone else rolled left. He cut up just in time to avoid being hit and raced forward to cut off another Thunderbird that was heading directly towards the rocket.
[…]
Eris hurried down the hallway, her knees screaming as she did her very best to sprint, but despite her human anatomy, she was a little too much like a starborn.
With a cry of frustration she reached up and tore off her hoodie, throwing it to the ground and engaging her anti-gravity belt. The ribbons on her back billowed out behind her.
Light spilled in from the windows on either side of the catwalk she was now on, filling her with a buzzing energy that she could feel radiating through the ribbons like electricity. She knew from her study of starborn that they could travel at thousands of miles an hour in the vacuum of space, especially when under the power of a star. She didn't think she needed to go THAT fast, but anything would be better than what she was doing now.
As if in response to her will, she suddenly began to glide forward, picking up speed as she swooped towards the end of the hall, wind catching her in the face and roaring along her cheeks. With her starborn skin, she barely felt a thing as she raced around the corner and out of the waiting door. Two men dressed in military ACUs dived to the side as she blew past them crying out in alarm and confusion as the "Alien" floated by.
Somewhere distantly, she could sense Conn racing in the opposite direction towards the base.
Sunny and Admiral Kelly had Admiral Massie in their custody and were dragging him out into the hallway.
She blew across the open ground her ribbons snapping and billowing behind her as she did. She didn't even have time to imagine what she looked like as she roared over the open field and towards the waiting news vans which were just beginning to pack up their things. They were close to leaving, but she set out a sharp hard telepathic pulse ordering them to stop.
Compelling them to stop.
They froze in their tracks and looked up to see her coming.
Someone scrambled to turn on their camera, not sure what was going on but sure it had to be something good.
She tried not to think about what they would see as the camera flared to life following her approach.
"Make us live."
She ordered,
The news people glanced between each other in confusion,
"But no… we aren’t-"
"What are-"
She came to a sudden jolting stop before them, her billowing black hair fanning out behind her like a curling halo.
"I said, put us on air."
This time the telepathic pulse was too strong to resist. Mostly that, paired with the fact that none of them were sure they really wanted to resist. She was way too interesting to pass up.
They hurried to do what they were doing, and Eris was given just enough time to feel nervous before the camera was turned to her.
They were live.
She read it in the minds of those behind camera who she cut off as she began to speak,
"Citizens of Earth, there has been a horrible conspiracy against you. The UN president has ordered the assassination of Admiral Adam Vir and has continually attempted to sabotage the mission. Just now General Massie was taken into custody after ordering the deployment of twenty Thunderhawk’s to harass the rocket and make its destruction look like some sort of collision with space debris."
The group gawked at her as she raised her hand with the small silver device and began playing the recording.
She knew something like this would never be admissible in court. She was pretty sure it would be considered entrapment of some kind, which is why it must be heard now, before everyone, so that the actions of the president could be judged by a jury of the world where it could not be hidden by political machinations.
"Communications have been lost with Apollo 11. And it is... Well... It is likely that he is already dead..."
Her voice broke,
"No matter what happens, I need you, and this nation to understand what is happening before it gets swept under the rug. I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears and experienced their meeting in the thoughts of a man who is both xenophobic and hateful to his own humankind."
She kept talking trying to give them all the information she could, spilling thoughts she had heard in the head of the UN president and General Massie alike. Every meeting, every liaison, every name until her voice was beginning to crack.
[…]
The UN president was just standing to enter her vehicle when a slow muttering began in the crowd behind her. She turned as the ground before her went silent.
She watched as a wave ran through the people. A wave of nudging and whispering and showing off news feeds they had pulled up on their wrist implants. It wasn't long before the entire crowd was either staring down at their arms or clustered around someone else for viewing.
"What is going on?”
She wondered, turning to one of her men who was staring down at her own wrist.
"Madame president?"
He said with a look of confusion.
She could hear it now.
"Her and General Massie have ordered members of the UNSC to adjust funds in order to hide the twenty Thunderhawk’s they were squirting away for just such an event."
She hurried forward, grabbing the secret serviceman by the arm, staring at it as she watched the streaming newsfeed and the freaky white alien with the large dark eyes and flowing black hair.
"She is afraid of aliens, she wishes to isolate and eventually use humanity's superior forces to overtake trade in the galaxy, forceful if need be."
The muttering behind her had turned into an angry grumbling, and she turned to see the eyes of hundreds that turned towards her.
"Get me out of here."
She hissed. the Secret Serviceman took a step back with a look of confusion and indecision on his face.
"It's your job."
She snarled, but he just stared at her.
She hurriedly ran over to her car as the crowd began to filter in around them pressing close. A few of the secret service men pulled guns, but a large majority of them were frozen with indecision and were taken over by the crowd. She scrambled into the back seat of her vehicle and slammed the door shut screaming at the driver to get moving.
The crowd was surrounding them now, pounding at the glass.
She could hear their angry voices raised for her to be heard behind bullet proof glass.
Outside, she watched a lone figure step onto the platform where the lectern was and stare at her with its beady black eyes. The Chairwoman of the GA stood over the crowd like it's filthy alien lord.
And even though Rundi could not smile, she could swear it was smiling.
[…]
Baby K hit a rough patch of turbulence coming down from the atmosphere. She struggled with the controls as she was thrown left and right inside the cockpit of her rickety shuttle.
Donovan Red had ordered her down here to grab the UNSC, but she was so scared and full of adrenaline that she had dropped it at too steep an angle. The ride was much bumpier than it was supposed to be, and her teeth were rattling inside her head.
Just then two Jets suddenly cut in behind her out of nowhere, and she heard her console beep and warn her about a lock on, making it clear that she was just one click of a trigger away from imminent doom.
"This is Eagle Dispatch One, unidentified vessel, you have crossed into restricted UNSC airspace, identify yourself or be destroyed! You have ten seconds to comply, over."
She scrambled for her communications, but her fingers felt as stiff as wood as she scrambled for the button.
"I repeat, this is Eagle Dispatch One, unidentified vessel, you have entered restricted UNSC airspace, you are ordered to identify yourself or be destroyed. Five seconds remaining. Over."
She slammed her first into the comms button nearly panicking,
"UNSC!"
Her voice was rattling,
"This is B-baby K, and I... The Apollo 11 is under attack!"
She was breathless as she forced the words out.
There was silence over the coms,
"Say again? Uhm I mean please repeat over.”
"Apollo 11 is under attack!"
”…”
”…”
More silence,
”Roger that. Please stand by. Over."
The lock lifted and the two jets pulled up to the side of her, staying close now.
She recognized those jets as two F-90 Darkfires.
They stayed by her side for a moment, and as close as they were she could see one of the pilots fidgeting with the coms, talking and wildly gesticulating, while his copilot was beginning to wildly flip switches.
Meanwhile, a second voice came in over the coms.
"On your left! Eagle Dispatch Two here, unidentified vessel, please land on UNSC base airstrip one. Just contact the control tower once you get close for guidance and instruction."
Baby K looked over into the other jet, just to see the pilot adjusting his helmet and clicking an oxygen tube to the front of his helmet. His co-pilot had already put the additional oxygen mask on and was also flipping switches.
”Uhm aren’t you going to escort me?”
Baby K managed to blurt out in confusion,
”Godspeed Baby K, Eagle Dispatch Two over and out.”
Both men in the jet to her left had apparently finished their preparations and gave her a quick salute.
Then suddenly, both jets adjusted their angle and cut engines, before switching to their big fusion engines, rocketing them up and out of sight within seconds.
[…]
So far it had been a relatively quiet day at the Ellington Field Joint Reserve Base. Most of the air traffic had been canceled due to the launch of the Apollo mission, so there was not much to do, leaving much of the Airport less staffed than normal.
In the Air Traffic Control tower of the base, only two men were working. Though “working” was stretching it, considering Senior Controller M. Fredrick was currently in the middle of his book (though he was at least in front of his station) and his comrade Senior ATC Instructor A. Millard was currently sitting in a corner, watching a movie on his implant.
”So what are you watching? One of those old Star Wars movies?”
”You bet! Those are the best! By the way any info on that “lost civilian” who got into our airspace?”
”No not yet, though I sent Eagle Dispatch and told them to be extra unfriendly, that will scare these civilians off for sure!”
”Pffft, why couldn’t they watch the start like any other person? There is always some dumb rich kid doing dumb stuff with daddies private shuttle… I don’t understand why we always let them off with a warning…”
The console started beeping,
”Oh look that’s them now!”
”Put ‘em on speakers!”
”Will do!”
…
”ATC this is Eagle, come the FUCK in!”
Fredrick rolled his eyes,
”Ahem… This is Elling Field ATC, calling Eagle Dispatch One. We hear you, over.”
”ATC what the FUCK took you so long!?”
”Ellington Field ATC, to Eagle Dispatch one, firstly: language, secondly: please follow standard radio rules, over.”
”THE APOLLO IS UNDER ATACK BY HOSTILE ELEMENTS!”
”Ellingt-WHAAAAT!? Repeat please! Over!”
”THE APOLLO IS BEEING ATACKED BY HOSTILE ELEMENTS! REQUETING IMMEDIATE ASSIST!”
Fredrick just stared at Millard dumbfounded. As the senior officer Millard was quick to collect himself and jumped up and towards his console.
”What are you waiting for Fredrick! Are we blind!? DEPLOY THE GARRISON!”
Fredrick ignored all protocol and just flipped the switch to connect his comms to every recipient available.
”ATC to all personnel and everyone who can hear me, the Apollo is under attack, I repeat, the apollo is under attack. I want all available planes that can reach the outer atmosphere ready ASAP! Get the darkfires on the runway I want them in the air yesterday!”
[…]
Conn raced towards the airstrip, feeling the wind in the ribbons at his back. He couldn't go nearly as fast as he wanted to with air resistance.
Why the hell did Adam always have to get into so much trouble, why did he always have to be the center of attention!?
Everyone either hated him or loved him, but the problem was people who hated him also wanted to kill him.
Why did he have to be so controversial!?
Why did he have to be hated for something that was such a big deal. Why couldn't he be hated for having controversial political opinions. Conn paused…
On second thought, controversial political opinions were kind of what had gotten them here in the first place, so he guessed that was kind of a useless comparison. How about being the kind of guy who liked to talk too much about fishing. That was a great way to make people hate you for being boring, but it didn't usually mean that people wanted to kill you.
Maybe they could get the man a hobby doing something that wasn't so controversial…
Like…
Kicking small Animals or…
Cannibalism.
He came roaring to the stop at the edge of the airfield just in time to watch an entire platoon of pilots racing towards jets. He could hear their minds and looked up to see a rather dinky shuttle descending from the sky. He floated forward towards one of the jets as two pilots leaped inside.
He was going to need a ride.
The pilots turned to look at him, but Conn just shook his head.
The pilots decided to ignore him in the confusion and Conn grabbed on tight.
Starborn, he had come to learn, were a very interesting species in comparison to others. Vertically, as in from the top down he was very fragile and likely to break his neck or collapse his spine if there was any kind of pressure, but with horizontal forces, he was practically indestructible. Below him the ship roared to life and soon they were gathering speed along the runway.
His grip was tight, and he used the extra energy from his ribbons to speed himself up along with the jet to reduce the pull on his arms.
His grip wasn't that strong.
They went vertical almost immediately, and he made sure to orient his body in the correct direction as they went hurtling into the sky.
[…]
Red's right wing had been hit. If there had been atmosphere around him he would have been a goner, but there was no air resistance here, so once he regained control of his roll, he pulled back into position and fired one last shot as the opportunity arose. The sixth Thunderhawk was destroyed in an eruption of debris, which he dodged only with difficulty, limping without the aid of the maneuvering jet on the end of his one wing. Things were only speeding up now, the Rundi were almost gone and the pressure was being laid thick on his people. They were hard to hit but the pursuit made it almost impossible for them to do any real maneuvering of their own. He was almost hit again as another Thunderhawk sped underneath him. They rolled this way and that rocking from one side to the other. Flying through debris and over strips of silver metal.
Below them the earth hung as a glowing orb.
Red cut in a wide circle coming in with the sun at his back, using it to blind one of the enemy Thunderhawk’s as he came in. He watched the group of them form up suddenly as a ring around the slow moving rocket, intending quite certainly to rush it all at once. He screamed into the comm trying to order his men around, but it was going to be too late, he could already see it coming.
The jets rushed forward, and he did too, screaming inside his helmet as they went to broadside Apollo 11.
And then with all the silence of space, sixteen F-90 Dark Fires came spitting overhead all at once, raining down a line of ordinance that cut through the group of unsuspecting Thunderhawk’s.
Space around them was filled with a myriad of silent explosions as each and every one of them was ripped to shreds.
All except one…
He saw it at the last moment.
It had been hit in the tail and had gone wildly off course.
It turned sideways, but had just enough force... For its wing to tear straight through the aluminum siding of the rocket.
FUCK!
[…]
Chavez and Richards had been ordered to strap into their seats.
Adam had taken it upon himself to lock down the rest of the main cabin. Outside the flashing lights were like a fireworks display without sound. He grabbed onto one of the rails, forcing equipment back into place, so that if anything happened it wouldn't fly out.
His legs were kicked up behind him as he floated forward reaching for some of the controls as a sudden bright wash of light filtered in through the windows. He heard a scream over his com, and then the air around him was rent with a horrific tearing noise, which suddenly went silent. There was a rush, and he jerked forward as he was sucked back... And out of the ship entirely.
His hands and legs kicked and flailed as he tried to right himself, hearing his own breathing as the only sound as he watched the rocket begin to spin, debris erupting around him as air, and whatever wasn't strapped down was sucked through the small opening.
The rocket was spinning wildly but still on course, while he was spinning wildly in a silent abyss.
Grunting against the force of his spin, he reached down for the controls to the CO2 canister built into the pack of his spacesuit.
He groaned, not sure which way was up or down or back. He tried to right himself against the spin by firing in the opposite direction to slow his spin.
He could see the rocket now spinning in the opposite direction with the sudden loss of oxygen. He hoped the other astronauts were ok. He saw the silhouette of a jet fly past in the distance making its way towards the spinning rocket.
At least there was someone here to help.
Maybe the others would survive-
And then he just… stopped, coming to a confusing halt in the middle of space.
That shouldn't have been right!
He should have kept going forever!
He tried turning his head, but he felt like the pillsbury doughboy in this two thousand year old suit.
What was happening?
"Did you miss me Baby?”
Well shit, now he sort of wished he could keep spinning.
There was a tugging on the outside of his suit, and Conn floated into view in front of his helmet.
"Hey sweetheart."
"You are probably the last person I wanted to see."
He said, though he didn't entirely mean it, and unfortunately Conn knew that too, the mindreading asshole that he was.
”I could hardly let the father of my child go spinning off into space without taking accountability for his family. After al child support is paying way more than widows pension."
"Shove it up your ass Conn."
"No really, not even the vacuum of space is going to save you from your responsibilities. Now, about custody, I was thinking you could have every other weekend and a couple of major holidays…”
He gave a rueful sort of smile as Conn grabbed him by the life support pack and started floating them towards the rocket.
The F-90s had somehow managed to slow the spin of the rocket, and pull it back on course with grappling magnets.
All around them space was filled with debris. No more working Thunderhawk’s were present and those that were were quickly being grappled. One sleek racing jet slowly cruised past them. One of its wings was damaged, but whoever was inside waved with one hand as he rolled past.
Adam lifted a hand as Conn brought him the last few hundred feet to the torn opening in the side of the ship, allowing him to step through.
Conn patted him on the side of the helmet,
"Make sure to be home by dinnertime sweetie."
Before blowing him a kiss and vanishing back out the hole.
Adam floated there, a bit nonplussed for a moment before turning back to the front of the ship where Chaves and Richards were still strapped into their seats staring at him and after Conn. He floated over to strap himself in.
"Admiral! You're ok!”
"Yes, it seems that I am, thanks to a... Friend of mine."
Just then Conn appeared again just before their right side window, and like the classy gentlemen that he was began rubbing his butt up against the glass.
He sighed,
"Friend is kind of stretching it."
"Apollo 11 this is Houston, do you copy!"
The man on the other end of the line sounded close to tears, and Adam hurried to respond,
"Houston this is Apollo 11."
On the other side he thought he heard the sound of voices cheering in relief.
"What is your status, over?”
"We are a bit beat up Houston, we have a tear in our hull, but our suits are ok, and we have help."
"Prepare to abort mission."
Adam frowned,
"Now wait a second there Houston! I didn't get sucked out the side of my own rocket to just quit now. Tell the boys to come up here and patch us up and we can finish the mission. All systems are still functioning, and we are back on course."
He glanced over at the others,
”That is, if the crew wants to continue."
There was a pause and then Chavez timidly piped in,
"I'd be ok with that."
Richards sighed,
"Roger Houston, patch us up."
Granted it may have been cheating. Apollo 11 hadn't had support with special tools that could just patch up a spaceship within ten minutes, but then again the original Apollo 11 hadn't been in the middle of a firefight while on their journey to the moon.
So it was with some trepidation that Houston allowed it, and before long they had air back inside the cabin back up to pressure, but they also had a sixteen-man rotating escort for the rest of the way.
The group of them were even shocked to see Rundi drones join the formation, only to learn that it had been the UN president who had allegedly called the hit on him. It was hard to believe, but they were only getting snippets here and then from over radio and from Conn, who floated around occasionally to rub another part of his anatomy against the window and give them teasing updates.
The moon was growing slowly in their vision.
"Hehe, I can see my house from here."
Adam remarked as they prepared to detach the lunar module from the rest of the ship.
They landed without incident, observed by mobile camera crews and news reporters as he made his own footprint on the never changing dust of the moon's surface. He gave them a thumbs up to let them know he was fine and hesitated only once before setting up the UN flag in the dirt. He refused to let his enthusiasm be dampened by the day's events and hopped around dancing and leaping for joy as another one of his childhood dreams was fulfilled.
…
That was before he plowed face first into the moon's surface and required help from Richards to stand back up again.
They left soon after taking another three days of escort back to earth before strapping themselves in for final entry.
Conn left them just as they were entering orbit with a very big and very drawn out middle finger for all three of them.
"Your friend is super delightful isn't he?”
"You don’t know the half of it, try having a child with him."
Adam muttered, refusing to elaborate even as they stared at him in confusion.
They fell from the sky and landed somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, picked up by the waiting navy vessel who was within nine miles of their landing site. They were fished from the water and returned safe and sound to the ship to cheers and cameras. Adam's legs felt a little like jelly after days of not using them, and he was finally able to relax lying on the deck of the ship under the sun as people ran around them on either side.
His hands shook slowly building up after the stress of the last week. He took long deep breaths and closed his eyes.
The next few days were going to be a real shit show.
And somehow it wasn’t because he was now known as the man who faceplanted not one, but TWO interstellar bodies…
The media was way to busy with the other story, a massive net of deceit and corruption that would now be uncovered.
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Thanks for reading! As you saw in the title, this is a cross posted story written by starrfallknightrise and I'll just upload some of it here for you guys, if you are interested and want to read ahead, the original story-collection can be found on tumblr or wattpad to read for free. (link above this text under "OC:..." ) It is the Empyrean Iris story collection by starfallknightrise. Also, if you want to know more about the story collection i made an intro post about it, so feel free to check that out to see what other great characters to look forward to! (Link also above this text). I have no affiliations to the author; just thought I’d share some of the great stories you might enjoy a lot!
Obviously, I have Charlie’s permission to post this and for the people already knowing the stories, or starting to read them: If you follow the link and check out the story you will see some differences. I made some small (non-artistic) changes, mainly correcting writing mistakes, pronoun correction and some small additional info here and there of things which were not thought of/forgotten or even were added/changed in later stories (like the “USS->UNSC” prefix of Stabby, Chalar=/->Sunny etc). As well as some "biggemajor" changes in descriptions and info’s for the same stringency/continuity reason. That can be explained by the story collection being, well a story collection at the start with many standalone-stories just starring the same people, but later on it gets more to a stringent storyline with backstories and throwbacks. (For example Adam Vir has some HEAVY scars over his body, following his bones, which were not really talked about up till half the collection, where it says it covers his whole body and you find out via backflash that he had them the whole time and how he got them, they just weren't mentioned before. However, I would think a doctor would at least see these scars before that, especially since he gets analyzed, treated and goes shirtless/in T-shirts in some stories). So TLDR: Writing and some descriptions are slightly changed, with full OK from the author, since he himself did not bother to correct these things before.
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OC Written by Charlie Stastarrfallknightrise,
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Proofreading and language check for some chapters by u/Finbar9800 u/BakeGullible9975 u/Didnotseemecomein and u/medium_jock
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"What the hell is going on!?”
Richards demanded, Adam took a deep breath,
"Captain Richards that was not an opening for a discussion, that was an order. Now put the damn suit on, or I swear I will knock you out and do it myself!”
The three of them were floating in the module staring at each other, hands resting against what must have been no more than a few millimeters of aluminum.
He stared at them, and they stared back.
Adam did not break eye contact with the two, willing them to do as they were told. Chavez was the first to move, hurrying over to her space suit and struggling to pull it on in a near panic as bright lights flashed from outside. Inside his heart was pounding but he tried to remain calm for the two standing before him.
He hurried over to help Chavez pull on her gear, finally sealing the helmet in place as Richards finally moved to do the same.
Adam helped pull the hard torso over the man's head and link it to the waist before helping him pull on his gloves and, eventually the helmet. Before he let go, he kept hold of Richards by either side of the helmet staring at him through the glass,
"I promise, if you listen to me, I will keep you safe."
He kept eye contact with the other man until Richards finally nodded, and Adam let him go to float over and put on his own suit. His hands were steady, for now, but he knew as soon as the crisis was over he'd be shaking like a leaf.
If he survived…
He gritted his teeth, cursing himself for thinking like that.
He was Admiral Vir for crying out loud. He had survived far too much to go and die now.
He returned to the helm of the command module as he looked out the thick window at the lights flashing on either side of them. Despite the war that was raging around them, everything seemed so strangely quiet. There was no sound no rumbling, not even a vibration as one of the jets flew past. Despite being at the controls of the vehicle, there was nothing he could do. They only had a certain amount of fuel to get them to the lunar surface, and if he wasted any of it at all, they would be either caught in orbit, or miss the moon entirely.
He had to keep his cool.
Another bright burst of light lit the window to his right. This one was closer this time.
His heart leaped up into his throat.
Richards and Chaves joined him buckling into their seats.
"What is going on?”
Richards demanded again, his mike distant and tinny with the sound of very old technology.
"I believe Anti-Alliance forces are attempting to assassinate me. They have been trying for months now, and I think they are being encouraged by very powerful members of the government."
They watched as another set of ships zoomed past.
He saw a flash of a silhouette, just enough to know that one of them was a Thunderhawk and the other was a silver Rundi drone.
It confirmed his worst fears. The Chairwoman had been behind this the whole time!
Red nearly collided with the rocket. The Thunderhawk had pulled up the last minute, but he had almost been too late. He jerked the stick to the side, throwing up his wing just in time to avoid hitting the rocket as it made its slow way through space. He dove down on the other side forced to break off pursuit and cut in front of another Thunderhawk coming in from above. He made to look like he was going to ram them, playing a dangerous game of chicken, which he won at the last second as the other pilot panicked and cut to the left.
There were too many of them. Only five out of the original twenty had been destroyed, and he and the rest of their pilots were busy just keeping the thunder hawks away from the rocket, much less to have any time of firing at them. He had sent one of his people down to earth and one of them off towards the moon for backup. The moon was still hours away yet, so the hope that some help would be sent from them was unlikely, and even the woman he had sent down to earth's surface was cutting it close.
He didn't have much hopes that they would be able to hold out that long.
Inside the cockpit his warning lights began to blink and blair as one of the other jets got a lock on him. He rolled right to avoid them and dove down, cutting off the lock but still being pursued by those behind him. Up ahead he saw one of the silver balls erupt into flames as it was targeted by an expert hit from one of the Thunderhawk pilots.
He rolled right.
Someone else rolled left. He cut up just in time to avoid being hit and raced forward to cut off another Thunderbird that was heading directly towards the rocket.
Eris hurried down the hallway, her knees screaming as she did her very best to sprint, but despite her human anatomy, she was a little too much like a starborn.
With a cry of frustration she reached up and tore off her hoodie, throwing it to the ground and engaging her anti-gravity belt. The ribbons on her back billowed out behind her.
Light spilled in from the windows on either side of the catwalk she was now on, filling her with a buzzing energy that she could feel radiating through the ribbons like electricity. She knew from her study of starborn that they could travel at thousands of miles an hour in the vacuum of space, especially when under the power of a star. She didn't think she needed to go THAT fast, but anything would be better than what she was doing now.
As if in response to her will, she suddenly began to glide forward, picking up speed as she swooped towards the end of the hall, wind catching her in the face and roaring along her cheeks. With her starborn skin, she barely felt a thing as she raced around the corner and out of the waiting door. Two men dressed in military ACUs dived to the side as she blew past them crying out in alarm and confusion as the "Alien" floated by.
Somewhere distantly, she could sense Conn racing in the opposite direction towards the base.
Sunny and Admiral Kelly had Admiral Massie in their custody and were dragging him out into the hallway.
She blew across the open ground her ribbons snapping and billowing behind her as she did. She didn't even have time to imagine what she looked like as she roared over the open field and towards the waiting news vans which were just beginning to pack up their things. They were close to leaving, but she set out a sharp hard telepathic pulse ordering them to stop.
Compelling them to stop.
They froze in their tracks and looked up to see her coming.
Someone scrambled to turn on their camera, not sure what was going on but sure it had to be something good.
She tried not to think about what they would see as the camera flared to life following her approach.
"Make us live."
She ordered,
The news people glanced between each other in confusion,
"But no… we aren’t-"
"What are-"
She came to a sudden jolting stop before them, her billowing black hair fanning out behind her like a curling halo.
"I said, put us on air."
This time the telepathic pulse was too strong to resist. Mostly that, paired with the fact that none of them were sure they really wanted to resist. She was way too interesting to pass up.
They hurried to do what they were doing, and Eris was given just enough time to feel nervous before the camera was turned to her.
They were live.
She read it in the minds of those behind camera who she cut off as she began to speak,
"Citizens of Earth, there has been a horrible conspiracy against you. The UN president has ordered the assassination of Admiral Adam Vir and has continually attempted to sabotage the mission. Just now General Massie was taken into custody after ordering the deployment of twenty Thunderhawk’s to harass the rocket and make its destruction look like some sort of collision with space debris."
The group gawked at her as she raised her hand with the small silver device and began playing the recording.
She knew something like this would never be admissible in court. She was pretty sure it would be considered entrapment of some kind, which is why it must be heard now, before everyone, so that the actions of the president could be judged by a jury of the world where it could not be hidden by political machinations.
"Communications have been lost with Apollo 11. And it is... Well... It is likely that he is already dead..."
Her voice broke,
"No matter what happens, I need you, and this nation to understand what is happening before it gets swept under the rug. I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears and experienced their meeting in the thoughts of a man who is both xenophobic and hateful to his own humankind."
She kept talking trying to give them all the information she could, spilling thoughts she had heard in the head of the UN president and General Massie alike. Every meeting, every liaison, every name until her voice was beginning to crack.
The UN president was just standing to enter her vehicle when a slow muttering began in the crowd behind her. She turned as the ground before her went silent.
She watched as a wave ran through the people. A wave of nudging and whispering and showing off news feeds they had pulled up on their wrist implants. It wasn't long before the entire crowd was either staring down at their arms or clustered around someone else for viewing.
"What is going on?”
She wondered, turning to one of her men who was staring down at her own wrist.
"Madame president?"
He said with a look of confusion.
She could hear it now.
"Her and General Massie have ordered members of the UNSC to adjust funds in order to hide the twenty Thunderhawk’s they were squirting away for just such an event."
She hurried forward, grabbing the secret serviceman by the arm, staring at it as she watched the streaming newsfeed and the freaky white alien with the large dark eyes and flowing black hair.
"She is afraid of aliens, she wishes to isolate and eventually use humanity's superior forces to overtake trade in the galaxy, forceful if need be."
The muttering behind her had turned into an angry grumbling, and she turned to see the eyes of hundreds that turned towards her.
"Get me out of here."
She hissed. the Secret Serviceman took a step back with a look of confusion and indecision on his face.
"It's your job."
She snarled, but he just stared at her.
She hurriedly ran over to her car as the crowd began to filter in around them pressing close. A few of the secret service men pulled guns, but a large majority of them were frozen with indecision and were taken over by the crowd. She scrambled into the back seat of her vehicle and slammed the door shut screaming at the driver to get moving.
The crowd was surrounding them now, pounding at the glass.
She could hear their angry voices raised for her to be heard behind bullet proof glass.
Outside, she watched a lone figure step onto the platform where the lectern was and stare at her with its beady black eyes. The Chairwoman of the GA stood over the crowd like it's filthy alien lord.
And even though Rundi could not smile, she could swear it was smiling.
Baby K hit a rough patch of turbulence coming down from the atmosphere. She struggled with the controls as she was thrown left and right inside the cockpit of her rickety shuttle.
Donovan Red had ordered her down here to grab the UNSC, but she was so scared and full of adrenaline that she had dropped it at too steep an angle. The ride was much bumpier than it was supposed to be, and her teeth were rattling inside her head.
Just then two Jets suddenly cut in behind her out of nowhere, and she heard her console beep and warn her about a lock on, making it clear that she was just one click of a trigger away from imminent doom.
"This is Eagle Dispatch One, unidentified vessel, you have crossed into restricted UNSC airspace, identify yourself or be destroyed! You have ten seconds to comply, over."
She scrambled for her communications, but her fingers felt as stiff as wood as she scrambled for the button.
"I repeat, this is Eagle Dispatch One, unidentified vessel, you have entered restricted UNSC airspace, you are ordered to identify yourself or be destroyed. Five seconds remaining. Over."
She slammed her first into the comms button nearly panicking,
"UNSC!"
Her voice was rattling,
"This is B-baby K, and I... The Apollo 11 is under attack!"
She was breathless as she forced the words out.
There was silence over the coms,
"Say again? Uhm I mean please repeat over.”
"Apollo 11 is under attack!"
”…”
”…”
More silence,
”Roger that. Please stand by. Over."
The lock lifted and the two jets pulled up to the side of her, staying close now.
She recognized those jets as two F-90 Darkfires.
They stayed by her side for a moment, and as close as they were she could see one of the pilots fidgeting with the coms, talking and wildly gesticulating, while his copilot was beginning to wildly flip switches.
Meanwhile, a second voice came in over the coms.
"On your left! Eagle Dispatch Two here, unidentified vessel, please land on UNSC base airstrip one. Just contact the control tower once you get close for guidance and instruction."
Baby K looked over into the other jet, just to see the pilot adjusting his helmet and clicking an oxygen tube to the front of his helmet. His co-pilot had already put the additional oxygen mask on and was also flipping switches.
”Uhm aren’t you going to escort me?”
Baby K managed to blurt out in confusion,
”Godspeed Baby K, Eagle Dispatch Two over and out.”
Both men in the jet to her left had apparently finished their preparations and gave her a quick salute.
Then suddenly, both jets adjusted their angle and cut engines, before switching to their big fusion engines, rocketing them up and out of sight within seconds.
So far it had been a relatively quiet day at the Ellington Field Joint Reserve Base. Most of the air traffic had been canceled due to the launch of the Apollo mission, so there was not much to do, leaving much of the Airport less staffed than normal.
In the Air Traffic Control tower of the base, only two men were working. Though “working” was stretching it, considering Senior Controller M. Fredrick was currently in the middle of his book (though he was at least in front of his station) and his comrade Senior ATC Instructor A. Millard was currently sitting in a corner, watching a movie on his implant.
”So what are you watching? One of those old Star Wars movies?”
”You bet! Those are the best! By the way any info on that “lost civilian” who got into our airspace?”
”No not yet, though I sent Eagle Dispatch and told them to be extra unfriendly, that will scare these civilians off for sure!”
”Pffft, why couldn’t they watch the start like any other person? There is always some dumb rich kid doing dumb stuff with daddies private shuttle… I don’t understand why we always let them off with a warning…”
The console started beeping,
”Oh look that’s them now!”
”Put ‘em on speakers!”
”Will do!”
…
”ATC this is Eagle, come the FUCK in!”
Fredrick rolled his eyes,
”Ahem… This is Elling Field ATC, calling Eagle Dispatch One. We hear you, over.”
”ATC what the FUCK took you so long!?”
”Ellington Field ATC, to Eagle Dispatch one, firstly: language, secondly: please follow standard radio rules, over.”
”THE APOLLO IS UNDER ATACK BY HOSTILE ELEMENTS!”
”Ellingt-WHAAAAT!? Repeat please! Over!”
”THE APOLLO IS BEEING ATACKED BY HOSTILE ELEMENTS! REQUETING IMMEDIATE ASSIST!”
Fredrick just stared at Millard dumbfounded. As the senior officer Millard was quick to collect himself and jumped up and towards his console.
”What are you waiting for Fredrick! Are we blind!? DEPLOY THE GARRISON!”
Fredrick ignored all protocol and just flipped the switch to connect his comms to every recipient available.
”ATC to all personnel and everyone who can hear me, the Apollo is under attack, I repeat, the apollo is under attack. I want all available planes that can reach the outer atmosphere ready ASAP! Get the darkfires on the runway I want them in the air yesterday!”
Conn raced towards the airstrip, feeling the wind in the ribbons at his back. He couldn't go nearly as fast as he wanted to with air resistance.
Why the hell did Adam always have to get into so much trouble, why did he always have to be the center of attention!?
Everyone either hated him or loved him, but the problem was people who hated him also wanted to kill him.
Why did he have to be so controversial!?
Why did he have to be hated for something that was such a big deal. Why couldn't he be hated for having controversial political opinions. Conn paused…
On second thought, controversial political opinions were kind of what had gotten them here in the first place, so he guessed that was kind of a useless comparison. How about being the kind of guy who liked to talk too much about fishing. That was a great way to make people hate you for being boring, but it didn't usually mean that people wanted to kill you.
Maybe they could get the man a hobby doing something that wasn't so controversial…
Like…
Kicking small Animals or…
Cannibalism.
He came roaring to the stop at the edge of the airfield just in time to watch an entire platoon of pilots racing towards jets. He could hear their minds and looked up to see a rather dinky shuttle descending from the sky. He floated forward towards one of the jets as two pilots leaped inside.
He was going to need a ride.
The pilots turned to look at him, but Conn just shook his head.
The pilots decided to ignore him in the confusion and Conn grabbed on tight.
Starborn, he had come to learn, were a very interesting species in comparison to others. Vertically, as in from the top down he was very fragile and likely to break his neck or collapse his spine if there was any kind of pressure, but with horizontal forces, he was practically indestructible. Below him the ship roared to life and soon they were gathering speed along the runway.
His grip was tight, and he used the extra energy from his ribbons to speed himself up along with the jet to reduce the pull on his arms.
His grip wasn't that strong.
They went vertical almost immediately, and he made sure to orient his body in the correct direction as they went hurtling into the sky.
Red's right wing had been hit. If there had been atmosphere around him he would have been a goner, but there was no air resistance here, so once he regained control of his roll, he pulled back into position and fired one last shot as the opportunity arose. The sixth Thunderhawk was destroyed in an eruption of debris, which he dodged only with difficulty, limping without the aid of the maneuvering jet on the end of his one wing. Things were only speeding up now, the Rundi were almost gone and the pressure was being laid thick on his people. They were hard to hit but the pursuit made it almost impossible for them to do any real maneuvering of their own. He was almost hit again as another Thunderhawk sped underneath him. They rolled this way and that rocking from one side to the other. Flying through debris and over strips of silver metal.
Below them the earth hung as a glowing orb.
Red cut in a wide circle coming in with the sun at his back, using it to blind one of the enemy Thunderhawk’s as he came in. He watched the group of them form up suddenly as a ring around the slow moving rocket, intending quite certainly to rush it all at once. He screamed into the comm trying to order his men around, but it was going to be too late, he could already see it coming.
The jets rushed forward, and he did too, screaming inside his helmet as they went to broadside Apollo 11.
And then with all the silence of space, sixteen F-90 Dark Fires came spitting overhead all at once, raining down a line of ordinance that cut through the group of unsuspecting Thunderhawk’s.
Space around them was filled with a myriad of silent explosions as each and every one of them was ripped to shreds.
All except one…
He saw it at the last moment.
It had been hit in the tail and had gone wildly off course.
It turned sideways, but had just enough force... For its wing to tear straight through the aluminum siding of the rocket.
FUCK!
Chavez and Richards had been ordered to strap into their seats.
Adam had taken it upon himself to lock down the rest of the main cabin. Outside the flashing lights were like a fireworks display without sound. He grabbed onto one of the rails, forcing equipment back into place, so that if anything happened it wouldn't fly out.
His legs were kicked up behind him as he floated forward reaching for some of the controls as a sudden bright wash of light filtered in through the windows. He heard a scream over his com, and then the air around him was rent with a horrific tearing noise, which suddenly went silent. There was a rush, and he jerked forward as he was sucked back... And out of the ship entirely.
His hands and legs kicked and flailed as he tried to right himself, hearing his own breathing as the only sound as he watched the rocket begin to spin, debris erupting around him as air, and whatever wasn't strapped down was sucked through the small opening.
The rocket was spinning wildly but still on course, while he was spinning wildly in a silent abyss.
Grunting against the force of his spin, he reached down for the controls to the CO2 canister built into the pack of his spacesuit.
He groaned, not sure which way was up or down or back. He tried to right himself against the spin by firing in the opposite direction to slow his spin.
He could see the rocket now spinning in the opposite direction with the sudden loss of oxygen. He hoped the other astronauts were ok. He saw the silhouette of a jet fly past in the distance making its way towards the spinning rocket.
At least there was someone here to help.
Maybe the others would survive-
And then he just… stopped, coming to a confusing halt in the middle of space.
That shouldn't have been right!
He should have kept going forever!
He tried turning his head, but he felt like the pillsbury doughboy in this two thousand year old suit.
What was happening?
Well shit, now he sort of wished he could keep spinning.
There was a tugging on the outside of his suit, and Conn floated into view in front of his helmet.
"You are probably the last person I wanted to see."
He said, though he didn't entirely mean it, and unfortunately Conn knew that too, the mindreading asshole that he was.
"Shove it up your ass Conn."
He gave a rueful sort of smile as Conn grabbed him by the life support pack and started floating them towards the rocket.
The F-90s had somehow managed to slow the spin of the rocket, and pull it back on course with grappling magnets.
All around them space was filled with debris. No more working Thunderhawk’s were present and those that were were quickly being grappled. One sleek racing jet slowly cruised past them. One of its wings was damaged, but whoever was inside waved with one hand as he rolled past.
Adam lifted a hand as Conn brought him the last few hundred feet to the torn opening in the side of the ship, allowing him to step through.
Conn patted him on the side of the helmet,
Before blowing him a kiss and vanishing back out the hole.
Adam floated there, a bit nonplussed for a moment before turning back to the front of the ship where Chaves and Richards were still strapped into their seats staring at him and after Conn. He floated over to strap himself in.
"Admiral! You're ok!”
"Yes, it seems that I am, thanks to a... Friend of mine."
Just then Conn appeared again just before their right side window, and like the classy gentlemen that he was began rubbing his butt up against the glass.
He sighed,
"Friend is kind of stretching it."
"Apollo 11 this is Houston, do you copy!"
The man on the other end of the line sounded close to tears, and Adam hurried to respond,
"Houston this is Apollo 11."
On the other side he thought he heard the sound of voices cheering in relief.
"What is your status, over?”
"We are a bit beat up Houston, we have a tear in our hull, but our suits are ok, and we have help."
"Prepare to abort mission."
Adam frowned,
"Now wait a second there Houston! I didn't get sucked out the side of my own rocket to just quit now. Tell the boys to come up here and patch us up and we can finish the mission. All systems are still functioning, and we are back on course."
He glanced over at the others,
”That is, if the crew wants to continue."
There was a pause and then Chavez timidly piped in,
"I'd be ok with that."
Richards sighed,
"Roger Houston, patch us up."
Granted it may have been cheating. Apollo 11 hadn't had support with special tools that could just patch up a spaceship within ten minutes, but then again the original Apollo 11 hadn't been in the middle of a firefight while on their journey to the moon.
So it was with some trepidation that Houston allowed it, and before long they had air back inside the cabin back up to pressure, but they also had a sixteen-man rotating escort for the rest of the way.
The group of them were even shocked to see Rundi drones join the formation, only to learn that it had been the UN president who had allegedly called the hit on him. It was hard to believe, but they were only getting snippets here and then from over radio and from Conn, who floated around occasionally to rub another part of his anatomy against the window and give them teasing updates.
The moon was growing slowly in their vision.
"Hehe, I can see my house from here."
Adam remarked as they prepared to detach the lunar module from the rest of the ship.
They landed without incident, observed by mobile camera crews and news reporters as he made his own footprint on the never changing dust of the moon's surface. He gave them a thumbs up to let them know he was fine and hesitated only once before setting up the UN flag in the dirt. He refused to let his enthusiasm be dampened by the day's events and hopped around dancing and leaping for joy as another one of his childhood dreams was fulfilled.
…
That was before he plowed face first into the moon's surface and required help from Richards to stand back up again.
They left soon after taking another three days of escort back to earth before strapping themselves in for final entry.
Conn left them just as they were entering orbit with a very big and very drawn out middle finger for all three of them.
"Your friend is super delightful isn't he?”
"You don’t know the half of it, try having a child with him."
Adam muttered, refusing to elaborate even as they stared at him in confusion.
They fell from the sky and landed somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, picked up by the waiting navy vessel who was within nine miles of their landing site. They were fished from the water and returned safe and sound to the ship to cheers and cameras. Adam's legs felt a little like jelly after days of not using them, and he was finally able to relax lying on the deck of the ship under the sun as people ran around them on either side.
His hands shook slowly building up after the stress of the last week. He took long deep breaths and closed his eyes.
The next few days were going to be a real shit show.
And somehow it wasn’t because he was now known as the man who faceplanted not one, but TWO interstellar bodies…
The media was way to busy with the other story, a massive net of deceit and corruption that would now be uncovered.
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2024.05.15 16:35 Spikeman900 I need help with a deck
I got the Sam and Frodo precon deck a while back. At our Magic gatherings, the very first time I brought out [[The Gaffer]], my buddy used a spell to exile him as a joke. Well, he tends to keep these kinds of jokes running and this was no exception. This started a bitter series of events where any time I summoned The King Gaffer out, and he would be immediately and ruthlessly destroyed, exiled, and generally became the target of his enmity. So I need the very best life gain/ card draw deck that can also protect The Lord Gaffer from the harm that will no doubt be coming his way. I’m absolute dog at building decks without help. I need the most broken (but completely Commander format legal) mono white The God Gaffer deck. Money is of no object because this deck is just being put together for fun. Go wild. Apologies for the mobile post. Thank you for your help in advance (I am at work and probably won’t respond until later). And may our The God Emperor Lord Gaffer, King of all reign supreme. And if you see this L… He cometh, and He is an angry, angry god with fury for your past slights against Him.
Actual tldr- I need to make a stupid strong, completely legal commander deck with [[The Gaffer]] as my commander to smite my rival (best friend) for his crimes against The God Gaffer.
Sincerely, A simple Salary-Man
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Actual tldr- I need to make a stupid strong, completely legal commander deck with [[The Gaffer]] as my commander to smite my rival (best friend) for his crimes against The God Gaffer.
Sincerely, A simple Salary-Man
2024.05.15 16:33 Asleep_Book252 Getting started with my career, but I have questions.
I’m not sure what programming language I should learn. I have the basics down in Python, but I wanted to move onto a different language where I can use it cross-platform to make GUI (UI/UX) interfaces. I have the vision of wanting to make desktop applications and mobile applications, (WEB apps included). I do wish to make it cross-platform (Windows, Mac, Linux).
Some of my long goals is making my own IDE at some point if it’s possible. I know frameworks are usually the answer to this, but I don’t know what the industry prefers. I’ve read online Electron and AvaloniaUI is quite popular, but is it practical in a professional setting, maybe I should ask what you guys use?
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Some of my long goals is making my own IDE at some point if it’s possible. I know frameworks are usually the answer to this, but I don’t know what the industry prefers. I’ve read online Electron and AvaloniaUI is quite popular, but is it practical in a professional setting, maybe I should ask what you guys use?
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2024.05.15 16:19 blueons A poem I wrote about DPDR (and other things)
Light TW for DPDR themes of course, nothing too specific; very methaphorical/abstract language that can potentially be disturbing if you’re easily triggered by such themes.
I crafted this poem using 2 different journal entries that I wrote while experiencing episodes of DPDR. I consider it my best work yet. I feel like I was able to truly capture the feelings of what it is like to deal with this disorder, at least for me. Note that I usually experience derealization much more often and intensely than depersonalization. The poem is also not exclusively about DPDR but I would say it is one of its main themes and the main “inspiration” as well.
I’m posting this through the mobile app so hopefully it doesn’t mess up the formatting. I hope some of you find connection with my words.
Deliquesce
The insufficient fondness towards the bleached sunlight piercing through the window blinds holds me on edge of burning sentiments
So inevitably, they burn cold
Icy sunrays devour my room and soul freezing nature while the thermometer explodes
And I love the cold only never when it burns
In a numb flash moments locked in my chest once sinking in a loch of memories now glide over ice treasuries
Empty, and afraid of everything of the sky, the trees, the melody… Faded shades of green interrogate my sanity and birds lure me into fated obscurity
Yet, despite my loath I persist outside as I insist to still loathe the inside
For I’m afraid of everything of my room, and my stupidity.
Unsure, with cold feet I approach the shore.
Inclined to dive into the sea pondering if there’s foolishness in my desire to fall free
Frozen with dismay I inspire to go in and expire to cry away
Breaths of a misty breeze aggravate my foggy brain
Elementally, salty tears and salty waves are equally capable of thawing a Sunday
If I savor this sweetness will I drown in the bay? And if I close the blinds will I blind myself astray?
Blue Eons
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I crafted this poem using 2 different journal entries that I wrote while experiencing episodes of DPDR. I consider it my best work yet. I feel like I was able to truly capture the feelings of what it is like to deal with this disorder, at least for me. Note that I usually experience derealization much more often and intensely than depersonalization. The poem is also not exclusively about DPDR but I would say it is one of its main themes and the main “inspiration” as well.
I’m posting this through the mobile app so hopefully it doesn’t mess up the formatting. I hope some of you find connection with my words.
Deliquesce
The insufficient fondness towards the bleached sunlight piercing through the window blinds holds me on edge of burning sentiments
So inevitably, they burn cold
Icy sunrays devour my room and soul freezing nature while the thermometer explodes
And I love the cold only never when it burns
In a numb flash moments locked in my chest once sinking in a loch of memories now glide over ice treasuries
Empty, and afraid of everything of the sky, the trees, the melody… Faded shades of green interrogate my sanity and birds lure me into fated obscurity
Yet, despite my loath I persist outside as I insist to still loathe the inside
For I’m afraid of everything of my room, and my stupidity.
Unsure, with cold feet I approach the shore.
Inclined to dive into the sea pondering if there’s foolishness in my desire to fall free
Frozen with dismay I inspire to go in and expire to cry away
Breaths of a misty breeze aggravate my foggy brain
Elementally, salty tears and salty waves are equally capable of thawing a Sunday
If I savor this sweetness will I drown in the bay? And if I close the blinds will I blind myself astray?
Blue Eons
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2024.05.15 16:15 Chewfakkaz Adult learner 3.6 years in
 | Floaters aren’t the flashiest but this was probably my best one so far, felt like I was ripping for a hot sec 😅. As always my pumping and bottom turns still need a lot of work. Body also feels kinda stiff, anyone have suggestions for hip mobility exercises? submitted by Chewfakkaz to surfing [link] [comments] |
2024.05.15 16:10 Academic-Ad-770 Help? Sciatica from LDH
Hi!
I’ve been having a herniated disk at L5/S1 (MRI confirmed) since mid last year. Weirdly enough I DON’T recall any specific move that caused it. I wonder how common it is?
I had some sore back and hips for a while, and when the pain went into behind the thigh I started hitting up PT. Sitting aggrevated it, so it seemed like a simple case, I had mobility and strenghening excersices, changed to almost no sitting, heat, ibuprofen, massage…, but fast forward 2 different therapists, 7 months PT and one steroid injection: I have actually gotten worse throughout. The tingles reach into my foot now and I developed quite signifant scoliosis posture problems. Yes I read Back Mechanic.
I’m in my 20s, no prior injury there, not overwheight and not any condition that would prevent healing that I know of. I have sedentary work but otherwise do sports (e.g. bouldering and commute by bike), and was able to do it throughout, so I’m not crazy unfit but not an athlete or too serious either. My therapist is very puzzled why I’m not recovering with PT. Back problems run in the family so that’s the only red flag.
I don’t know what to do now, and am quite against the path of alternative medicine, and would like to put off surgery as long as I can (which I’m not recommended for atm btw)
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong in my daily life that must have caused it in the first place. I don’t care about the pain and don’t mind a long recovery, but I’m concerend it got worse and not slowly better.
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I’ve been having a herniated disk at L5/S1 (MRI confirmed) since mid last year. Weirdly enough I DON’T recall any specific move that caused it. I wonder how common it is?
I had some sore back and hips for a while, and when the pain went into behind the thigh I started hitting up PT. Sitting aggrevated it, so it seemed like a simple case, I had mobility and strenghening excersices, changed to almost no sitting, heat, ibuprofen, massage…, but fast forward 2 different therapists, 7 months PT and one steroid injection: I have actually gotten worse throughout. The tingles reach into my foot now and I developed quite signifant scoliosis posture problems. Yes I read Back Mechanic.
I’m in my 20s, no prior injury there, not overwheight and not any condition that would prevent healing that I know of. I have sedentary work but otherwise do sports (e.g. bouldering and commute by bike), and was able to do it throughout, so I’m not crazy unfit but not an athlete or too serious either. My therapist is very puzzled why I’m not recovering with PT. Back problems run in the family so that’s the only red flag.
I don’t know what to do now, and am quite against the path of alternative medicine, and would like to put off surgery as long as I can (which I’m not recommended for atm btw)
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong in my daily life that must have caused it in the first place. I don’t care about the pain and don’t mind a long recovery, but I’m concerend it got worse and not slowly better.
2024.05.15 16:02 rosymaplemothfan t-mobile on the orange line?
does it suck for everyone else too, or does t-mobile just hate me watching my silly tiktoks?!
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2024.05.15 15:59 Academic-Ad-770 Herniated disk, is it degenerative?
ADVICE NEEDED
‘Sup I’ve been having a herniated disk at L5/S1 (MRI confirmed) since mid last year. Weirdly enough I DON’T recall any specific move that caused it. I wonder how common it is?
I had some sore back and hips for a while, and when the pain went into behind the thigh I started hitting up PT. Sitting aggrevated it, so it seemed like a simple case, I had mobility and strenghening excersices, changed to almost no sitting, heat, ibuprofen, massage…, but fast forward 2 different therapists, 7 months PT and one steroid injection: I have actually gotten worse throughout. The tingles reach into my foot now and I developed quite signifant scoliosis posture problems. Yes I read Back Mechanic.
I’m in my 20s, no prior injury there, not overwheight and not any condition that would prevent healing that I know of. I have sedentary work but otherwise do sports (e.g. bouldering and commute by bike), and was able to do it throughout, so I’m not crazy unfit but not an athlete or too serious either. My therapist is very puzzled why I’m not recovering with PT. Back problems run in the family so that’s the only red flag.
I don’t know what to do now, and am quite against the path of alternative medicine, and would like to put off surgery as long as I can (which I’m not recommended for atm btw)
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong in my daily life that must have caused it in the first place. I don’t care about the pain and don’t mind a long recovery, but I’m concerend it got worse and not slowly better.
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‘Sup I’ve been having a herniated disk at L5/S1 (MRI confirmed) since mid last year. Weirdly enough I DON’T recall any specific move that caused it. I wonder how common it is?
I had some sore back and hips for a while, and when the pain went into behind the thigh I started hitting up PT. Sitting aggrevated it, so it seemed like a simple case, I had mobility and strenghening excersices, changed to almost no sitting, heat, ibuprofen, massage…, but fast forward 2 different therapists, 7 months PT and one steroid injection: I have actually gotten worse throughout. The tingles reach into my foot now and I developed quite signifant scoliosis posture problems. Yes I read Back Mechanic.
I’m in my 20s, no prior injury there, not overwheight and not any condition that would prevent healing that I know of. I have sedentary work but otherwise do sports (e.g. bouldering and commute by bike), and was able to do it throughout, so I’m not crazy unfit but not an athlete or too serious either. My therapist is very puzzled why I’m not recovering with PT. Back problems run in the family so that’s the only red flag.
I don’t know what to do now, and am quite against the path of alternative medicine, and would like to put off surgery as long as I can (which I’m not recommended for atm btw)
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong in my daily life that must have caused it in the first place. I don’t care about the pain and don’t mind a long recovery, but I’m concerend it got worse and not slowly better.
2024.05.15 15:59 BigAccountant1882 New Boomer Argument Tactic
Long time lurker, first time poster (on mobile, apologies for formatting)
Those who spend enough time on this sub are familiar with the various tools boomers use to control a story. Selective memory, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, straight up denying reality, etc. This week I learned a new one: selective illness. I’ll explain.
I (gen z) finished grad school so family (including subject boomer grandfather) came into town for the ceremony. They arrive the night before and everything is fine and normal. The ceremony the next day goes off without a hitch.
The ceremony ended early so we planned to get lunch. Grandfather decides he doesn’t like the menu, and immediately begins complaining of vertigo. He becomes too ill to go eat. As he’s moping, the rest of the fam decides to go eat somewhere else. Suddenly, his vertigo has been cured and he’ll be joining us. Vertigo doesn’t reappear for the rest of the afternoon.
That evening, we were going somewhere nicer for dinner. He comes out of his room and is way underdressed. When the fam told him he needs to change, the vertigo suddenly reappears and he’s too sick to change. Ultimately we let it slide and the vertigo quickly subsided when he got his way.
My mom could only roll her eyes. I didn’t know this bc I’ve been at school out of state but apparently this is his new “thing”to get his way. Anyone else experience anything like this ?
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Those who spend enough time on this sub are familiar with the various tools boomers use to control a story. Selective memory, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, straight up denying reality, etc. This week I learned a new one: selective illness. I’ll explain.
I (gen z) finished grad school so family (including subject boomer grandfather) came into town for the ceremony. They arrive the night before and everything is fine and normal. The ceremony the next day goes off without a hitch.
The ceremony ended early so we planned to get lunch. Grandfather decides he doesn’t like the menu, and immediately begins complaining of vertigo. He becomes too ill to go eat. As he’s moping, the rest of the fam decides to go eat somewhere else. Suddenly, his vertigo has been cured and he’ll be joining us. Vertigo doesn’t reappear for the rest of the afternoon.
That evening, we were going somewhere nicer for dinner. He comes out of his room and is way underdressed. When the fam told him he needs to change, the vertigo suddenly reappears and he’s too sick to change. Ultimately we let it slide and the vertigo quickly subsided when he got his way.
My mom could only roll her eyes. I didn’t know this bc I’ve been at school out of state but apparently this is his new “thing”to get his way. Anyone else experience anything like this ?
2024.05.15 15:58 himansu1990 Looking for suggestions to choose between UI/UX or Coding
Hey guys, I know this question has been asked multiple times but I am asking again because I am into dilemma. I have close to 7 years of experience but honestly saying I have never got an opportunity to work on specific field. In my entire career, I am into support and some mundane work. So basically I have a fair knowledge about HTML, CSS, JavaScript, Bootstrap, and Figma. In my company, all I was doing is adding some HTML, CSS code. I am confused because I don’t have any first hand experience in coding or design. I have done some small personal projects using JavaScript api but have no knowledge about any framework or library. In Figma, I have designed few mobile app by seeing tutorials. The problem is I like both but it’s very difficult for to take a decision. In coding part, the technology is always changing and in design field, the recruitment is less than comparing coding. Any suggestions or middle path for this? I am already 33 and have no clue. Please help.
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2024.05.15 15:48 Zealousideal-Cod9365 Jobs in Las Vegas, Nevada
So I recently graduated from my local phlebotomy school and I currently live in Las Vegas, Nevada and I feel like I applied to every phlebotomy job under the sun. I applied to a plasma center (Biolife Plasma Services) and got an interview but wasn’t hired. I applied to one of my local hospitals as laboratory assistant and wasn’t selected because they hired an “internal candidate”. I applied to another company as a lab assistant but I wasn’t chosen. I can’t apply for a mobile phlebotomy job because I don’t have a car or a drivers license yet so idk what to do. I want to start working ASAP!
Also the program I did at school didn’t have externships/clinicals so I think that’s making my job search even harder, but a part of me thinks it’s my resume so idk
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Also the program I did at school didn’t have externships/clinicals so I think that’s making my job search even harder, but a part of me thinks it’s my resume so idk
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