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2024.05.16 02:57 Ill_Purple_1092 Fiance (M41) put me (F29) and his 2 week old daughter out of the home, what would you do?

My partner (m41) and I (f29) have been together for 4 years. It wasn't an easy relationship to begin with. My family fell out with me for getting with him. They knew him very well but they just thought it was moving too fast. I moved in with him pretty quickly as my dad was physically quote aggressive with me and controlling. I planned on staying with my partner for a while until sorting out my own place but we just fell in love more every day. We had a "we wi prove them all wrong" attitude. I really truly and deeply love and care for him. He was patient, calm, funny, gentlemanly. He spent 2 years doing everything he could to make me happy. He would cook, washa and dry my hair, massages, running baths, picking me flowers etc.
Fast forward to last April. We fell pregnant and were ecstatic but unfortunately, it ended in an early miscarriage at 7 weeks. He has a pain condition which means every so often it flare up and his mood dips. He finds it difficult to cope with stress etc. The miscarriage put alot of strain on our relationship as he switched off and offered no emotional support whatsoever.
We had a few arguments and I decided I needed to leave for a break. I went home and my mum and dad were more than supportive. I spent 2 weeks at home until I met my partner and we reconciled. My dad was so cross and again got aggressive and told me to never step foot in his house again.
In August a few months later, we fell pregnant again. Although this time was different, he didn't seem overly happy. Maybe sometimes but basically he mostly stopped being affectionate with me or doing thoughtful things that he always had done. He began to sleep separately from me. The odd time he would maybe run me a bath or cook etc. If I was sick or sore, he would say "tru being sore for 10 years" I never got any sympathy. He nearly got frustrated if I went for naps or had a lie in
Christmas, he made dinner for us on Christmas day etc he didn't get me anything. I got him a few things. On boxing day, we had an arguement, I can't even remember about what. He left and stayed at his mums for 3 weeks. I spent 3 weeks on my own, sick and crying in bed basically the whole time. I didn't tell anyone. New years eve countdown, I cried in bed rubbing my growing bump. He eventually came back, we had 3 great weeks together before his mood shifted again. He made a comment about how he had wanted a son instead of a daughter.
He then began home decorating and nesting. He spent 2 solid months working most evenings to do up her nursery, and basically improve every room with new paint etc.
I then was admitted early with pre eclampsia just over 3 weeks ago. I spent 4 days in hospital before they inserted a pessary. I then was moved to delivery suite 36 hours after the pessary. I was labouring and contracting for 6 hours until I got to 9cm and they realised something was wrong. Baby was completely stuck, cord around neck etc and I was rushed for a category 1 c section.
When my partner was allowed into theatre, I was already opened and blood everywhere. I had the shakes etc and he seen everything. I really thought I was going to die. It was so traumatic. I was wheeled into recovery and he asked when he could go home. I was disgusted. As soo. As I was wheeled on to the ward just 3 hours post op, he left. He came back thay evening for 2 hours. That night, my baby girl was cluster feeding, it was very difficult. I text him at 5am to tell him all about it. At 8am I got a message calling me a "whine" and not to be texting in the middle of the night again. I stupidly apologised.
Eventually I was discharged and the first week, he was as he described "father of the year" and I even said to him, that this was the making od him. He was so soft, gentle, caring and involved with our daughter. I thought finally, my life is working out.
He then spent a few days not interacting with us AT ALL. I mean not one glance. There was one day I was standing at the sink sorting baby bottles and she cried. I asked him to loft her and he said no I'm busy, grabbed a bag of crisps, went upstairs and slammed the bedroom door. He also continued to smoke in that room where she sleeps at night. I asked him to stop and he gave off that he has nowhere for himself anymore.
He came out of this mood a couple of times. He took us for a walk and picked us flowers and lunch. The very next day, he went back into his low depressive mood. On the last particular day 2.5 weeks after birth, he was wanting to take us to the beach. This was the first day where I got myself ready and pretty, I was excited. He made me lunch and then refused to eat with me because the previous days, we argued over lunch (he would start arguements about nothing and it would lead to raised voices etc)
So anyway he ate in another room, our daughter was with me and she started crying so he slammed the door of the room he was in. I then went to the sink washed bottles for baby. He came in and said was I going to keep hogging the sink or was I going to get out of the way. I told him to not be so ignorant with me.
It led to a full blown row where he got quite aggressive. He came into my face and I pushed him away and he then said I assaulted him I told him to wise up and stop this shouting in front of our baby. He slammed the living room door. I went in and I said this had to stop. He told me to get the hell out of his house and that it was about time I leave and give him peace. He went upstairs and at the top of the stairs he called me a fat shapeless b###ard, fat ugly nose and feet etc. Now before birth I weighed over 13 stone. At this arguement, I was weighing 10stone 10 so definitely not fat.
I packed 2 bags, and left with our baby. Since then I have reached out to him and he has ignored me. He believes me to be staying in a bmb with a newborn and he thinks this is acceptable. He has not asked about her or me. He changed the locks also so I can't get into the home. My heart is broken. What happened to the man I love? He doesn't speak to anyone anymore, he has no friends, he stopped working. I can see his Google activity and he has been researching moving to India and leading a spiritual life. I feel like his brain is messed up.
A week later, I am now 9.5 stone, stopped breast feeding as I'm not producing enough, doing everything on my own with our perfect daughter. Basically, what would you do? What has happened him? Is this normal behaviour during pregnancy and post-partum?
He knows all I have ever dreamed of is having a baby and a family. Why did he do this? I feel so sorry for me. That was where I made home, I have so many belongings and stuff in there that ingot for my daughter. I helped with the decor and actually blame that for my pre eclampsia. The day before admission I was on my hands and knees painting skirting because I felt bad about him painting upstairs. I redone all the grouting in the bathroom etc too. For him to turn around and say "what kind of idiot stays in a house where they aren't wanted". One day picking flowers and declaring your love, the next telling me to leave.
How do I get through this
Tldr my fiance m41, put me f29 out of the home with our 2.5 week old daughter. I need advice on what has happened to him and what to do next.

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2024.05.16 02:57 spaceguy101 Predictions for Free Agency?

I've been fooling around on CapFriendly and was curious what y'all thought about these potential UFA targets or who you have been eye-ing to sign?

I'll start by saying that I think the Kings should move PLD from center to wing, where he doesn't have to drive play as much and isn't required to be as physical as in C. Interestingly, he played RW throughout juniors before switching to C in the NHL, so I think this may be a natural fit. I then have Byfield slotting into the 2C spot, allowing him to grow and hopefully be prepared to take 1C by the time Kopi retires.
Unless we come to a team friendly term with them, I think Arvidsson and Roy are gone. Byfield is our number one priority to re-sign, and as much as I'd like to lock him up for term I think that both team and player will take a shorter bridge contract. Secondarily, we will have to re-sign Spence, Turcotte, and Grundstrom; all of whom I think earned a pay raise with their play so far. Lastly, I think that we bring back Lewis at league minimum, assuming he wants to play one more year. I'm assuming the deals for these players would look something like:

Byfield: 3yrs x $4,500,000
Spence: 2yrs x $1,750,000
Turcotte: 2yrs x $1,350,000
Grundstrom: 1yr x $1,750,000
Lewis: 1yrs x $875,000
This probably leaves us with about $8million in cap space, and the following line-up:
Fiala - Kopitar - Kempe
(open) - Byfield - PLD
Moore - Danault - Laferiere
Grundstrom - Turcotte - Lewis
Thomas
Anderson - Doughty
Gavrikov - Spence
(open) - Clarke
(open)
Rittich
So where to fill these gaps?
Forwards

Tyler Bertuzzi. A modern-era power forward who would bring youth, intensity, puck hounding, along with some scoring upside. I see him as fitting perfectly into our team, bringing the sandpaper we desperately need while also helping improve our scoring ability. He has also shown his ability to play up and down the lineup, giving us good flexibility on the left side. Currently on a $5million contract, I could see the Kings signing him with a modest pay bump and term.
Tyler Toffoli. Cupcakes. What can I say, a reunion would be so sweet and also would make sense for both parties. Toffoli can offer a scoring touch and is already familiar with the Kings system, having even found some success with Kopi before. More slotted for top-6 role, the infusion of leadership into the locker room can also not be overlooked. Currently has a $4.3 million cap hit, rumor is that he is looking for some term. As a 32 year old, Kings likely could sign him for a few years with a modest raise.
Teuvo Teravainen. I think Teravainen has a lower ceiling than the other two players mentioned, but is still able to consistently put up points. He offers more of a power play scoring specialty, which I don't need to explain why the Kings desperately need this. Currently has a $5.6million cap hit and at 29 is likely looking for a sizeable raise from his previous contract.

Defense

Jacob Movarare. I think Movarare has been serviceable during his last few call ups and would be a safe option to hold down our third pairing. While not likely to blow us away, his budget contract (currently an AAV of $775,000) and steady play makes him my top choice to fill out or D Corps.

Goalie

Laurent Brossoit. Similiar to the Talbot/Rittich duo this season, I think that running a Brossoit/Rittich duo next season may not be spectacular it could still provide us with the saves we need. At a current $1.75million cap hit, he is likely a good balance of budget and performance.
Saros, Ullmark, Gibson, or other trade. The Kings have definitely been shopping for a big name goalie, however, I'm not convinced we need to swing for the fences to get a top $ goalie this offseason. As shown last season by the Talbot/Rittich duo, the Kings can shelter their goalie and don't require them to bail the team out too often. Additionally, teams like VGK have shown that this method can work for deep runs. While I think that cap space would be better spent on improving the forwards and horrendous PP, I could also see the Kings taking a stab at a bigger name. I do think this approach would only make sense if there are plans to re-sign the goalie and commit long-term, likely to the detriment of Portillo. If they think he is the goalie of the future, then we likely hold the course and don't make any big goalie moves until he is ready to be 1G.

So what do y'all think? I'm curious to hear your thoughts about the targets I found, or if there are any others on your radar!

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2024.05.16 02:55 Fun-Somewhere-731 Nerve Damage?

Hi, I’m a (very concerned) 23 year old female.
Almost 4 years ago a dog bit my left hand, primarily injuring my index finger. For a couple months afterward it was perpetually numb and tingling. Despite a hand specialist telling me these feelings might never go away, they did. Feeling in my finger eventually went back to normal and all that remained was a scar. However, for the past two months I’ve been noticing it acting up again on and off. Now, it has been constantly bothering me for 5 days straight, and I think it’s getting worse. I’m experiencing a mix of not only numbness and tingling, but pain. My main symptom is that my finger feels ice cold and I can’t warm it up.
I don’t know what’s causing this, but I have a couple theories. The first one being that perhaps this is a side effect of nitrofurantoin which I took for a UTI a couple months ago. I know that peripheral neuropathy can be a side effect, and I first started noticing my finger acting up again a few days after I took it. My second (and more plausible) theory is that I have carpal tunnel which triggered the nerve in my finger. I type all day, and I have been constantly fidgeting with things out of habit for years. I have noticed wrist pain/ weakness and I feel the symptoms I experience in my index finger throughout my hands, except much more mild.
With all that being said, I’m honestly petrified that I have nerve damage and that the symptoms in my finger are never going to go away. I have an appointment with a new hand specialist next week, but I’m scrambling because I feel like it’s getting worse every day and nothing makes it feel better.
Any thoughts/ advice would be appreciated.

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2024.05.16 02:55 CreepyCow3916 Rhulk Pantheon DPS Strategy

My group just completed Rhulk today in Pantheon, and figured I’d spread the strategy we used to help others make their attempts a little smoother, if they choose to do so.
Firstly, we had 1 Warlock, and 5 Hunters. It’s a little heavy on the Hunter side, but they are integral to the strategy.
We used 4 Gathering Storms, and 1 Blade Barrage. It may seem a little heavy on the Gathering Storms, and you’re 100% right. We didn’t optimize as much as we should’ve. But what’s important is that we can keep the DOT on him constantly.
The Warlock ran Strand, and popped their super right before the damage started. As soon as they did, we popped our first gathering storm, and used Thunderlord for the DPS.
The Strand Warlock used Divinity, while the rest of the team used Thunderlord, while one person ran Stormchaser with Cloud Strike.
The idea is to have the Warlock apply Unraveling on Rhulk, which allows us to proc Horde Shuttle from the artifact to spawn Threadlings.
We generate a lot of super energy from shooting Rhulk with Thunderlord, while also spawning Threadlings with the constant damage.
I ran Aeons for the Tormentor, and generated Heavy for the team as we did the encounter.
We also had our Hunter use his Solar Abilities on Rhulk to debuff him, but I’m fairly certain Divinity is the same level of debuff on him, but we used it anyways.
You want to keep the Tormentor alive for most of the initial start to the encounter. You finish it, and move onto the platform to start DPS. However, if you don’t kill the Tormentor immediately, it’s not the end of the world. The Tormentor won’t follow you up the stairs, and the stairs will unlock once all the normal adds are dead. So don’t worry about the Tormentor, it takes too much time to kill it a second time.
As long as you get Rhulk’s health below half before the end of the first damage phase, you can very easily kill him. Our group had 8 seconds to spare for the final time, but we definitely could’ve gone faster.
Just figured I’d share this to spread around a strategy that worked really well for us. Happy hunting!

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2024.05.16 02:55 Javokheer Selling agent organising weekend inspections without my consent.

2 agents coming to a place I’ve been renting. One is property agent I got the lease from and other one is selling agent called me coming to do inspection. Yesterday he told me he is organising a viewing on this Saturday for people willing to buy the property, before this call there has been no communication about this or didn’t get my consent. My lease is for a year, around 6 month left. We are still living there and I have work at the weekends. I told my agent: “ I am not comfortable with an open inspection - having possibly many people come into my home every weekend while all of our possessions are still here (lots of small valuable things). “
She said: “ You are unable to refuse the inspections, sorry.
Alpesh is meeting me there today at 4:15pm. We can chat further at the time of the inspection. Is that ok?”
Do I have any legal rights to refuse inspection? I checked some resources like factsheets8 and tenants.org but it doesn’t really mention in the case when landlord is selling the property.

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2024.05.16 02:55 Shot-Cockroach1047 AITAH for not paying for my daughter's college after she and her father picked her school.

Long post alert... I am not a US citizen neither is my daughter nor do I live in the US instead I live and work in a small island in the Caribbean. My daughter's father however is a white American who lives in the US he is 20 years older than me. After a brief relationship which ended because i thought that I was drugged by him... I found out that I was pregnant as a result of that incident. When I told that I was pregnant I had already ended our relationship but he was ready... he suggested that I leave my job ( I was a teacher) because he had already gotten me another teaching job at an international school in the DR, an apartment and I could drive one of his cars. We could just rekindle our relationship and be a family because we were soul-mates. I was 26 at the time and I preferred to be with my family while having my first baby and I had no interest in getting back together with him. He didn't like my answer so I had my baby with no support at all from him... I didn't mind because I had a lot of support from my friends and family. My beautiful daughter was 3 months old before he knew she was born then visited equipped with a DNA test to see if she was his... he had never seen her. I'm a black woman... by daughter was born looking white with blonde hair and Grey eyes. After doing the test he told me that he didn't need to see her again... I could just leave her at home and come visit him alone. When I refused he left the country. My daughter would see him only two other times in her life until she turned 19. Once when she was 3 ( he stayed less than 24hr because I wouldn't sleep with him) and when she was 12 we visited the US. Our trip was planned for a week in Florida... he arrived 2 days late and left 2 days early... they spent one day together. Through out her life he made no interest in trying to connect with her, just me. When I got married (she was 6) he didn't communicate with her for 3 years. I never stopped him from talking to her. We traveled a lot and he would tell her that he would come see her and not. He didn't send money or clothes... he told me that he didn't have to because I'm rich and if he did all I would do is buy more shoes. My daughter had a great life in spite of his absence. My brothers and father were her dad, my husband became her father and he couldn't love her more ( she calls him daddy, her choice). She went to the best schools and excelled in her studies so much so that she won a national scholarship. However this scholarship pays for her to study at any school in the Caribbean... only partial coverage if she studies outside of the Caribbean. As soon as she turned 18 (no more mandatory child support even though he paid none at all) he started messaging her promising her the world. He promised to pay for her college tuition, give her one of his many apartments, a car and spending money. He told her that I was a gold digger and he didn't send money for her because I would spend it all and he didn't visit because I wasn't nice to him. He told her that she was over 18 so now I can't stop her from visiting him( I never stopped her once). So in the middle of studying for the SATs she left, I felt so betrayed. I told her that she shouldn't go... that it was a bad time... she went anyway. We had a huge arguements before she left... she blamed me for her father not being around, said that I was making it about me and that I was holding her back, if I stopped her she would never forgive me. She went, they picked a school made their plans and upon her return she scored poorly in the SATs. A few months later she left my home and moved to the US to her new school with her new family. Before she left I told her that I couldn't afford to help her... the exchange rate is close to $7 to 1USD so it would be difficult for me to pay if her father stopped supporting her. She didn't listen. She had to pay $8000 in tuition and housing, her school also gave her a scholarship. Instead of paying it all as he promised her father split the payment up into monthly payments two thousand per month. He paid the first and second month by the third month he refused to pay. He started to complain that I should be paying half. He was very late with the third payment. The last payment is past due and he suddenly left the country refusing to pay. She has exams and will not get her results, her enrollment is suspended unless the last payment is made. My daughter is crying and demanding that I make the last payment because her father won't. She has been in the school for 4 months, it's a 4 year program. He has bailout out this soon! I can't afford to pay for her.... I also warned her that this would happen. My daughter has been working her butt off... she has a school job and scores in the 90s and high 80s in all her classes. AITAH if I don't pay? Ooh the scholarship from my country will cover $3000 of the $8000 that she has to pay, it just takes about a year for the money to be paid.

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2024.05.16 02:55 greatunknown_ Kind of feeling like my (M20) girlfriend (F24) is either falling out of love with me or just doesn't love me as much as she used to

Just to preface this, we're long distance and started dating almost 8 months ago. We've had several visits and we've been together in person for around a total of 2 months so far, with 4 more months of visits planned this year.
Recently I read through some of our older messages, I guess because I was missing her. And it started to dawn on me just how much it feels like things have changed. For the first bit of our relationship, she'd write me poems, send me letters, tell me how in love with me she is. I'd wake up to paragraphs of messages, with her telling me how much she missed me while I was asleep, telling me how much she loves me and how she needs me, how she can't bear to be away from me. Her replies would be so quick, and she'd seem so eager to talk to me. I'd send her selfies and she'd get so excited, complimenting me and saying she loves me. We'd video call all the time, watch shows together, play video games together. When I left after our first ever visit together, she was sobbing and we couldn't let each other go, and she sent me tons of messages saying how much she loves me, asking when I think we can live together, how upset she was and how much she misses me.
But a couple months ago, I started to feel like things were seeming less enthusiastic on her end. I brought it up to her and she got very upset, and she told me how terrible she felt about it, saying she'd be better for me (I felt really bad about this because I didn't want to upset her at all, I just wanted to let her know because I didn't want to worry her). And that was that.
But more recently things feel like they've gotten even worse. Her replies will be incredibly slow sometimes (relative to how they used to be), sometimes taking up to an hour to reply to me because she gets distracted with TikTok or games, which makes me feel like she'd rather be doing that than talk to me. The late night messages when I'm asleep, the letters and the poems stopped months ago. I've done similar things since the start of the relationship, and still continue to do so. I don't feel like this is just a love language or the way she communicates love thing, because she's always been incredibly full of love, it just feels like her heart isn't really in it anymore. We haven't video called in a long time, and any time I've suggested it her camera just ends up facing the ceiling. Playing games together is a thing of the past too.
The last two visits we had, she didn't shed a single tear or even seem all that sad when I/she left. I cried several times leading up to me leaving every time, and was extremely upset. I mentioned this kind of, saying something about how she handled it so much better than I did, and her reasoning was she was trying to be strong and be there for me.
I feel like I'm partly to blame for this, as I get very anxious sometimes and get upset by things that are kinda stupid. I've never taken it out on her or gotten mad or yelled or anything, and we've always talked about it, and she's always said that its okay and she understands that I get anxious. But my theory is that she's just starting to get tired of me. I guess maybe I'm not the person she fell in love with? I don't know.
I'm just scared. I love this girl with everything I have. I see my entire life, my entire future with her. And she says she feels the same, but I'm starting to worry that its no longer the case. I don't know what to do. I know I should bring it up, but I don't know how and I don't want to upset or worry her. What can I do to deal with this?
TLDR: Worried that my long distance girlfriend isn't in love with me anymore. She doesn't seem as invested or enthusiastic about us anymore, and I'm scared and don't know what to do about it.

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2024.05.16 02:54 AshorK0 is time slower in the hollow earth? (confused about the show)

i had seen afew bits of these movies over the years hut never really got invested.
today i did a complete run through, of all the monster verse content (minus the cartoon skull island thing).
to be honest one of the best parts was the monarch tv show, except it doesnt seem to line up with the movies atall…
ill start with the smaller things that are probably explained by the show having a smaller budget, like hollow earth looking completely different and none of the characters from the movies being in the show or vice versa (other than bill),
or that monarch seems to be a fairly small operation in the show and then in the next movie we see soo much fancy tech, not to mention shortly after they have a whole ass mecha godzilla.
i know the show is set in 2015, but king of the monsters is only 4 years later and they have countless massive bases and a massive plane (dumb btw), and ghidorah in a secret base and identified as #0, insinuating it was the first thing they found (megatron flashbacks).
also didnt the show close the portal in the arctic, and yet kong uses it to go to the hollow earth.
and the main question, does or doesnt time run at a different speed in the hollow earth?
in the show there were several instances of people being in the hollow earth for weeks or months only to find out decades had passed on the surface, this didnt make sense to me then, i mean sure it would explain how godzilla was around for thousands of years with few sightings, but is also meant if godzilla went down and hibernated there he could be gone for a century,
obviously this didnt track into the movie since people go down all the time and even have live chats with the surface, and the time is consistant for both, but it actually wouldve made sense if it did flow differently,
im up to the latest movie where they find the lost tribe in the hollow earth, and im just getting stargate flashbacks to the idea that a civilisation of humans that old hadnt evolved “technologically” atall, like they name drop the mayans and mesopotamians anf say this tribe is older than them all blah blah blah, been there for thousands of years is the point, and yet theyre still using rocks and spears? even with all this superpowered energy sources around and massive deadly threats? (ik there is an example of an isolated tribe not evolving in real life, but what are the odds it happens 3 times), but if time was different down there and their vivilisation was only a hundred years old or whatever, that would make sense.
if they ever do try explain it they will probably say it was based on the depth or area of the hollow earth that monarch visits, but that doesnt make sense either because the different instances of monarch visitors are in different locations, what are the odds several portals all took them to the same “timezone”

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2024.05.16 02:52 amethystss Ending (?) a 10 year friendship

Edited for formatting (I’m on mobile)
I (19F) have been part of a small friend group (20F and 19F) since grade 4. We were also friends with another girl (“T”) in middle school. But the other two (I’ll call them H and N) cut her off early on while I stayed friends with her. The year before we started high school, I stopped talking to her (the friendship did not end amicably, all I’ll say is that she ruined my self esteem), and H and N started to become friends with T again (T was dealing w/ mental health problems I won’t get into that caused these events).
After this point I really started to feel left out. The first year after they reconciled with T, we were all invited to H’s birthday party. T made backhanded remarks and jabs at me the whole time. I told H about it and how it made me feel, and I guess her solution was just to not invite me and T at the same time. I don’t know if this was a conscious decision, but it was clear that T was invited out every time, so I never was.
H would always come to me to complain about T’s behaviour, but she still always picked T over me. This got worse and worse throughout high school. There were other things, like never being added to group chats (they would say “X sent it in the gc last night” and when i said I didn’t see it, they would say “oh we have a lot of random ones”; I wasn’t in any group chats), never being introduced to or knowing about a friends partner (but friends that we made a month ago always were), always interrupting me in conversation, showing everyone something on their phone but me (and ignoring me when I asked to see), etc.
I honestly don’t know why it took me this long. At our high school graduation, they invited T without telling me (she went to a different school) and I went home early and cried the whole day after (my parents told me they weren’t good friend but I still defended them).
Maybe it’s because I’ve started uni and made new (better) friends, but I’m no longer seeing them in that same light i once did.
I just can’t stand how because I was so left out, there’s no way to completely end it. There’s no gc for me to leave, and I’m way too scared of confrontation to message any of them directly. The friendship has been over for months in my mind, but they don’t know that. They will never know how I felt then or how I feel now.

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Take the pipe to the left of the airport to visit Celeste! You're welcome to visit the shops while they're open or just hang out, I just ask that you please leave via the airport.
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2024.05.16 02:51 Ralts_Bloodthorne Nova Wars - Chapter 62

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"Leave the sleeping dragons lie in peace" is a lesson that seemingly has to be taught to every wannabe conqueror over and over again.
Time after time, there will be a few idiots who only see the dragon's hoard, its cult of followers, and ignore the piles of rusted, slagged, calcified, scorched remains of every moron who tried before them. They see all of this and think "I can beat it to submission and take everything it has."
And then the dragon wakes up, and more smoldering remains are added to the scorched scrap heap.
And the Malevolent Universe grins in the darkness, and increases the "Dead morons who should have known better" counter by one. Then, waits for the next contestant. - u/Matt_Bradock, Terran Philosopher, Age of Paranoia, TerraSol
^{initiating data stream}
^{your name is Dhruv-661391}
^{you were purchased for the same price as a moderately priced luxury vehicle}
She knows the dead. She is of the dead. She is the keeper and guardian of the dead. Life, death and the feasting of swarms all are one within her. She knows where once-dead things were laid to rest and where the deathless still dream in their unliving slumber. She knows where the hungry dead have roamed the universe's fields, and where they still roam them unburied, and why no one remembers them as they tread. - The Fifth Horseman, First Terran Imperium, "Meditations Upon Immortals"
^{you were created to serve}
What we tell ourselves, what we tell others, and what actually happened, are often three different things.
And sometimes four. - Unknown, Age of Paranoia, TerraSol
^{your name is Dhruv}
^{and your brain was once smooth}
Captain N'Skrek checked his datalink.
The deep data storage was still at work bringing up information on "Legion" and "Sacajawea". The older databases of the Gray Lady had data at the ready, but it was sparse.
Two of the Biological Apostles of the Digital Omnimessiah, a figure of myth and legend.
Yet, they sat across from him.
They were talking back and forth in a language that the computer's linguistic database had no record of and stubbornly resisted any attempt to decipher it.
What N'Skrek did hear was several words that he recognized.
Daxin the Unfeeling. Daxin Freeborn. Chromium Saint Peter. Enraged Phillip. Matthias the Elder. Matthias the Younger. Kibuka. Kalki. Gravity.
A litany that left data scrolling down the empty space just beyond the edge of his peripheral vision.
Daxin "The Walking War Crime" Freeborn.
NavInt and MilInt were projecting with an 80% certainty (adjusted downward for unknown probabilities) that the beings in front of him were from that long bygone era.
Finally Captain N'Skrek cleared his throat.
The bald one, Legion, turned to look at the gathered staff officers.
"My apologies. I was catching my sister up on what has transpired since she disappeared," Legion said, smiling gently. He nodded. "You probably have questions."
N'Skrek nodded back. "The biggest one is: how did you..." he thought for a second. "Why did you..." no, that wouldn't work. "What bring about..."
Legion smiled.
"How did I replace all of your clones and why?" he asked. "Why is it that if you print off too many identical clones I show up?"
N'Skrek nodded. "Yes."
Legion looked at the Terran officers and smiled wider. It was a cruel smile, reminding N'Skrek of a hook pointed knife that had been sharpened to a keen edge.
"You didn't tell them? Have you really forgotten about me?" he asked.
"It was assumed to be still prevented by the cloning systems," Vice-Admiral Breakheader stated slowly. "We have only recently been restored ourselves. Less than two months time."
Legion just smiled.
Vice-Admiral Breakheader turned to look at Captain N'Skrek. "Running off too many identical clones causes Legion to manifest. It's why we use the Born Whole system, it ensures they have different brains, different expriences, and they have a slight variation to pore and retinal patterns, hair growth, minor things like that. Otherwise, Legion manifests."
"Why?" N'Skrek asked.
The Vice-Admiral sat silently for a moment before replying. "Because," was all he said.
Legion's smile didn't leave his face.
"Because it is my nature," he said.
Sacajawea said something and Legion replied in the same language, then turned to N'Skrek.
"My sister does not know why she was rebirthed," he said. He looked at her and spoke rapidly. She answered, only a few words, which made Legion reply at length. Again, only a few words.
"It must have been important," N'Skrek interrupted.
"She states that she does not know why the Immortals system did not rebirth her when she died," Legion said. He glanced at her. "She tells me that she died, with her people, when her peaceful planet was attacked."
"By the Mar-gite?" N'Skrek asked.
Again, more conversation.
"Yes," Legion answered. He frowned as she spoke again. "She says they were a peaceful planet. Anarcho-Primitivism. Very little technology. The Mar-gite attacked without warning."
She spoke rapidly and Legion listened.
N'Skrek saw the computer still was not able to parse the language, even though it could build a lexicon of off very little data for almost any other language it encountered.
Legion turned and faced N'Skrek. "She states that she believes it was the fact that some of her people demanded that high technology be left in place in order to allow the six planets her people had settled to remain in contact. That the high tech farming and sustenance industries led the Mar-gite to attack her."
Again, Sacajawea spoke, her head lifted, looking down at Legion.
"Why she was not reborn is unknown to her. She had guided and shepherded her people for thousands of years before the outsiders came. Outsiders drawn by technology, by the abandonment of the old ways," Legion said. He was frowning as he spoke rapidly.
The conversation took a few minutes.
"She said the outsiders came and wiped her people out after entire generations held them off. That in the final battle, they overcame her when her strength failed," Legion said. There was more talking. "She's describing the Mar-gite."
"Where was this?" N'Skrek asked, bringing up a map of the galaxy. "The First Mar-gite War was only three hundred years prior to the Council-Confederacy Conflict and lasted nearly a hundred years," the brought up a sketchy timeline of the era. "When did you encounter the Mar-gite and where?"
Sacajawea spoke again at length. Legion spoke back. It grew heated for a moment before Legion looked at N'Skrek.
"She will not say. She does not want us to defile or desecrate the worlds her people settled. She does not want us to know when or where," he said.
"That might be pertinent information," N'Skrek said. "Important information to keep the Mar-gite from overwhelming the Cygnus-Orion Spur."
Sacajawea spoke quickly, heatedly, half standing up. Legion put his hand on her shoulder, obviously encouraging her to sit down, but she shrugged, throwing off Legion's hand, and her speech got more heated, her eyes flashing with anger.
"She says she will not reveal her people's resting place for us to dig up the graves and desecrate them. That it is not anyone's business where The People have gone or what The People have done," Legion said. He turned and answered her.
The conversation got heated as the N'Skrek and the officers watched.
Finally, Sacajawea stood up and turned around, folding her arms across her chest, lifting her chin.
Legion's skin darkened with anger.
"Then you can tell them that load of bullshit yourself, little sister," he snapped.
He suddenly vanished in a swirl of black powder that evaporated.
N'Skrek saw that Sacajawea was shocked by Legion's disappearance. She stood there for a long moment.
"Dhruv?" she asked mid-air.
N'Skrek motioned his officers to stay silent.
"Dhruv?" she snapped, stomping one foot.
Still silence.
"Luke!' she half-shouted, stamping her foot again.
She turned and looked at the gathered staff officers, who were all staring at her.
"Legion?" she asked quietly.
N'Skrek held up one bladearm.
"It appears, Miss, that you will have to speak for yourself."
Sacajawea frowned and clamped her lips together.
N'Skrek just stared mildly.
^{your name was tiffany}
0-0-0-0-0
^{your name was dhruv}
^{you were created to serve the deshmuhk family}
^{you were a gardener and a menial}
^{but you have risen above that}
Jaskel had just gotten a plate of food and sat down in one corner of the cavernous Dining Bay Twenty-Three.
True, it was a little bit of a walk from the Telkan Marine section to that particular dining facility, but for some reason Jaskel liked the food put out by Nutriforge-Eight better than any of the others.
Like the Gunny always said, it was the little things that count.
He had arranged his silverware, his drink, and given a short prayer when he suddenly wasn't alone.
A slender man in an unfamiliar uniform suddenly appeared at one of the tables on the far side of the Dining Bay. Jaskel watched as two more stepped out of the first. They all sat down and started talking rapidly.
To Jaskel, it sounded like an argument.
It looked like one person arguing with himself.
Jaskel ate quietly and slowly, trying to avoid attracting attention, but watching the Terran out of the corner of his eye.
Terrans were universally half-crazy.
And a Terran arguing with clones of himself was probably full blown crazy.
That, and Jaskel remembered how negligent the display of power had been that had left him hanging upside down in mid-air.
Much to the amusement of his squad mates who watched the video and laughed.
He was down to dessert when the far door opened and a woman entered. Jaskel recognized her instantly as the young adult Terran woman who had appeared nude from the cloning banks, even though she was clad in clothing made of brown material and decorated with beads.
She immediately made a bee-line for the man, who had gotten a plate with a piece of pie on it while the other two argued between each other.
She stopped and stomped on foot, staring down at the sitting man.
"You look stupid," the man, Legion, said when she stopped next to him.
"Dhruv," she snapped. She rattled off words that Jaskel's datalink couldn't translate.
"Not talking to you until you speak Confederate Standard. I know you know it," Legion/Dhruv stated.
She stomped her foot again. "Luke!" she snapped.
Legion looked up. "Part of me, a large part of me, feels that you lost the right to call me by that name."
He went back to eating the pie. When the woman looked at the two clones who were staring at her, they stared back for a moment then puffed into black dust that swirled and vanished.
Jaskel kept watching out of the corner of his eye.
"Dhruv," she snapped.
"Go away, Sacajawea," Legion said.
She stood there for a moment. Then she suddenly leaned forward and slapped the plate of pie away from Legion.
"I will not call you Legion," she suddenly said as the plate clattered against the far bulkhead.
"Go away," Legion said. He looked up. "Let me put it in a way you might understand better: I just want left alone."
The woman stepped back, one hand going to her mouth.
"Yeah, still scared of him, aren't you," Legion said. He stood up. "Or are you?" he moved so he was clear of the table. "Were you ever afraid of him, Sacajawea, or was it all an act?"
Sacajawea looked away. "He was everything wrong with the world, a living reminder of what kind of men destroyed my people."
Legion suddenly laughed. "You forget history, little sister. But, of course, you never had any use for history unless it served your own ends."
Sacajawea stomped her foot. "Dhruv, be nice."
"No," Legion said, his voice low and intent. "I have yet to hear you thank me for what I did in the cloning bay, much less what I did for you before you ran off and left me holding the bag."
^{your name was luke}
^{remember remember}
^{your name was luke}
"I came back to find Matthias the Elder standing over the sundered murdered code of the Digital Omnimessiah," Legion said. "Then Daxin showed up, Matthias claimed I killed our Digital Father, so I ran."
"And he followed. Intent on killing you," Sacajawea sniffed.
"Yes!' Legion said. "Of course he did! I would have chased me in that situation," Legion said. He stepped forward. "And where were you, Little Sister, when it happened?"
She looked away and sniffed. "I was performing my duty, serving my people. As you well know."
Legion turned around, facing away from her. "Yeah, the people you had me bake up," he turned back around. "Not the poor bastards fighting a slowly losing war against the Mantid. They were your people too, but you left them behind. If it wasn't for the Mechakrautlanders, they'd be extinct with the rest of humanity."
"They had set aside the old ways. I told you that," Sacajawea said. She gave a sniff and turned her head away. "They were too consumed by blood lust, they would not stop fighting, would not embrace the old ways."
"EVERYONE WAS FIGHTING!" Legion shouted in a voice that made Jaskel's drink glass rattle. "There were hab-kids fighting and dying in destroyed hab-blocks in the ruins of megalopolises. It had nothing to do with 'the old ways', it was a fight for survival."
"You would not understand," Sacajawea said. She gave another sniff, still looking away. "I took my people away from where technology and the abandonment of the ways of our people had led us."
Legion stood still for a second.
"Don't give me that shit about your 'people', remember, I touched you. I know the truth," Legion said. He shook his head. "You had a task. A task to help us, help our Digital Father, help all of humanity, but you abandoned it."
"I had a task to help my people," Sacajawea sniffed. "I owed nothing to the world that stood aside or actively took part while my people were destroyed," she looked at Legion. "You wouldn't understand."
Jaskel could see purple electricity snarling around Legion's boots, clawing at the deckplates with thread-thick fingers.
"You were supposed to guide us along the path to the SUDS, so we could save everyone, Sacajawea," Legion said. "You betrayed us. Betrayed them. You were supposed to save them."
"Like they saved my people, Luke?" Sacajawea asked.
"You don't call me that any more, little sister," Legion said. "For the love of the Detainee, fucking let go of shit that doesn't matter any more. We humans have been genocided repeatedly since then."
"I'm not calling you Legion. That reeks of arrogance and pride," Sacajawea said. "And it matters to me, Luke."
"You talk a lot of shit for someone named Bird Woman," Legion snapped back. "How about I call you Tiffany?"
Sacajawea took a step back. "That is not my name. That was never my true name."
"You forget. I could see under that skin job. See who you were born as. I knew the truth, and I've kept it secret for all these eons," Legion said. He turned away. "You left us, left humanity behind on your so-called quest."
He turned back to face her.
"Now, again, we're facing extinction. The Mar-gite, they wiped you out. Now they're here in overwhelming force to the point where I'm not even sure Fortress Sol can hold them off," Legion said. "And you still want to play pretend."
He turned his back on her.
"You're no different than Matthias the Elder," Legion said quietly.
There was a dreadful silence for a long moment.
"I told Daxin, sitting in the parking garage where we used to meet, that we had to let go of the past. Learn from it, admit it happened, but we had to let it all go. The old hatreds, the old angers, the old rage," Legion said softly. "He agreed. He said perhaps it was time for us to leave the mortals behind. Let them go without us dragging baggage from worlds and events dead and gone behind us."
Sacajawea sniffed. "It's different for the two of you, neither one of you had your people..."
"I was a short bake slave clone, Tiffany," Legion said, his voice still soft and quiet. "Just like your family owned."
Sacajawea opened her mouth to answer, her eyes flashing hotly.
"One of millions grown in a vat every year. Made in humanity's image but without its grace," Legion's voice was nearly a whisper. "Our little band of siblings, only Kalki, Gravity, and Daxin came from families that did not order one of me from an online catalogue. Even Bellona lived with my people performing menial labor for her colony."
Sacajawea stepped forward, obviously about to deliver a scathing retort.
"But my people didn't count, did we, Tiffany?" Legion asked. He gave a deep sigh. "I loved you, you know."
Her mouth closed. She looked confused.
"When you left, I created another of you," Legion said quietly. "She was, of course, captured by the Imperium, like all of the Biological Apostles," he looked down at the floor. "It was why they didn't know you'd escaped."
Jaskel wished he was anywhere but in the dining bay.
"Eventually, that version of you threw off the Imperium's chains like we did. She went back to Terra. Worked tirelessly to rebuild. Eventually, led the Dandelion Fleet that became the Sky Nebula Alignment."
It was silent except for the muted sounds a starship under power in Transit Space made.
"I'll go back with you. Translate for you," Legion said, his voice still soft. He turned to face the woman.
"Just... just stop lying, Tiffany," he said.
He was silent a moment.
"I had hoped that it was that version, my version, the version I had been madly in love with, that version of you that had been rebirthed," he said. "The version who guided her people, who succored them, who helped them rebuild, who helped them thrive in the scarred and shattered world Earth had become. I had hoped, when I saw you, that you were her."
^{the buzzing can still be heard}
^{your name is legion}
"But it's just you."
0-0-0-0-0
Captain N'Skrek watched as Legion led Sacajawea into the briefing room.
He had been busy looking up every scrap of information on the Digital Omnimessiah, the Biological Apostles, Legion, and Sacajawea.
Of all of them, information was scarcest, almost non-existent, on Sacajawea.
He waited as the Terran woman took a drink from the glass in front of her.
She looked around.
"During the Human-Mantid War, before the destruction of the Overqueen by the forces of MechaKrautland, before the Liberation of Terra," she started. She closed her eyes, sighed, and opened them. "I begged Vat Grown Luke, who you know as Legion, to clone my people and help me repair and then hijack four colony transports crashed in the Middle Kingdom."
She looked down and Legion reached over and took her hand. She looked startled for a moment, squeezed Legion's hand gently, and looked back up.
"I led my people away. From the Imperium, from Terra, from the War," she said. She reached out and touched the holo-emitter, bringing up a map of the Milky Way. She touched a single arm.
"I led them here. For over eight thousand years my people knew peace, prosperity, and plenty," she said. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled sharply.
N'Skrek recognized it as a sign of stress in Terrans.
"Roughly twelve hundred Terran Standard Years prior to the Council-Confederacy Conflict, we were attacked," she said. She looked down. "I had sworn to protect my people, to use my powers to protect my people, which had grown to fill six worlds."
She looked back up.
"The Mar-gite destroyed my people in under a decade," she said. She looked down again. "And me with them."
"A glitch in the system prevented her from moving to Afterlife or being rebirthed," Legion said. "A glitch I had caused when I helped her."
"The Mar-gite destroyed my people here," Sacajawea said, her voice filled with pain.
A single cluster of six stars burned brightly.
Deep in the Scutum-Crux Arm.
^{your name is legion}
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2024.05.16 02:51 Ok-Valuable-4966 Teachers: I've put this off for too long, but my daughter's 4th grade teacher gave them 4 days to write a 5 paragraph essay that is HALF of their grade.

Just few weeks left and on Friday they were hit with two projects due this week: a 5 paragraph essay on who they would want to be a substitute teacher and why. The other project is a creative poster on a country of their choice. That one is a breeze and dye Friday. The essay was due yesterday. She already has anxiety attacks before and after school, but she wasn't able to finish the final draft and if half the grade means for the marking period, she'll fail. I wrote lengthy email asking what this is supposed to teach the students, and told her to make time before the end of this week ro sit down and discuss what her strategies are for teaching. When there's a class party, she sends out a text to parents that there's been a great deal of bad behaviors, with no specifics nor does she reach out to parents about it, and doesn't respond to emails. My Daughter hasn't smiled in months. Last month she had a dentist appointment and they called the week before because they were having trouble finding her in the system. I called member services and they confirmed that she was no longer enrolled. I had to take care of myself before I could handle these things, so I'm really.
As teachers, do you justify putting this much pressure on students? If they knew in the beginning of this marking period that they had an essay that would be half of their grade, they would have had time to work on it here and there until she handed out the specifics of the essay. But 4 days? Please give me some advice here!

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2024.05.16 02:51 WestsideTy Niche Review Dump

Hi Everyone! I’ve always loved good smelling stuff and for the last 15 years I’ve usually had one bottle of cologne, and would replace once it’s out. Only in the last few months have I really delved into this world and began filling out a modest collection. I’m definitely not an expert (so take my reviews with a big grain of salt) but I love smelling and writing so here ya go. (Fucking wall of text incoming lmao, I didn’t realize how lengthy this got)
I just got back from a three-hour mall trip to try and get my nose on as many niche fragrances as my senses would tolerate. I had already done a good bit of research so I had some picked out to try and others already crossed-off. Im a 30M for reference.
I also had the goal in mind to find a contender for a fall/winter scent that exudes class, sophistication and decadence. For that, I’ve already tried a few that I really enjoy, and kind of used these as a springboard to continue exploring:
Xerjoff Alexandria II- This is what I envision royalty wearing. Lavender and rosewood mix soooo nice in the open, and dries into a lovey rose/vanilla/essence of oud. The oud is really toned down here for those that dislike it. It’s kind of hard to pick out. Nuclear performance.
Initio Oud for Greatness- Another good starter oud, you could say (this was my introduction to oud). It lasts forever and the dry down is seriously heavenly. The wet, soily oud is at the forefront for 2-4 hours, but I’m absolutely in love with what’s left when it disappears. Lavender, saffron, nutmeg and musk mixes into the best dryer-sheet-like scent I’ve come across (what it reminds ME of at least).
Perfums de Marly Haltane- Quite similar in the opening to Oud for Greatness. Haltane is darker, though, where I get more leathesmoke. I think the oud in this is more subdued, or at least less moist smelling. It blends well and lasts a good while.
Initio Atomic Rose- Holy shit. Apparently rose gets my motor GOING. I tried a lot of rose-centric fragrances today, but this probably still takes the cake for its balance and strength, in addition to the scent itself being just gorgeous.
So with those in mind I was off to Neiman Marcus. I sampled a large amount more than what I’ve written, but stuck to the ones that were memorable; good or bad.
Frederic Malle - Portrait of a Lady- My favorite of the Frederic Malle. Sensual rose/clove/currant at the front, but it is kind of hard to pick out specific notes on this one. After looking, I can get the cinnamon in the background of the dry down, it blends perfectly with the sandalwood, rose and benzoin after drying down. - Carnal Flower- Some similarity to POAL, lots of tuberose and jasmine, which I personally like. A bright yet sensual floral, and you get some coconut and melon there, too. I typically dislike coconut but this is blended masterfully. - Lipstick Rose- Yeah, that’s what it smells like. Try this if you’ve seen people describe scents as lipstick-y or violet taking on that accord. Not my cup of tea, also leans more feminine to my nose than the other two. - Musc Ravageur- I really wanted to like this one. And for a split second I did! A clove-y vanilla sasparilla is what I first got, and it unfortunately turned into barnyard urine. I immediately remembered seeing some reviews stating this, and I couldn’t get my nose to move past it. I can tell there’s good stuff there, but not for me.
Amouage - Reflection- The only one I’d tried before, and remains one of my favs. Rosemary and pink pepper greet you with a deep, fresh spice. The vetiver and patchouli sit nicely at the bottom, and the combination of white florals mixes wonderfully. Another scent I could imagine on royalty, and seems pretty versatile, too. You could wear this year-round without feeling out of place. Insane staying power. - Lyric- Probably my favorite, but I need to smell again on another day. Compared to the other Amouage, I had to continually stick my nose in the coffe beans to pick up the scent from the test strip. When I did get it, it was a lovely light, fresh scent. Quite a departure from the other Amouage I’ve tried, but great. No surprise, the list of notes are some of my favorites: lime, bergamot, rose, orange blossom, saffron, nutmeg, musk, pine, vanilla, incense, sandalwood. Seriously, love each and all those individually and they come together beautifully. - Interlude- Another good one. Dark, mysterious. Definitely get the oregano/peppepatchouli/incense bomb off the top. Leather lurking behind. I typically don’t gravitate toward the leathery scents but this one’s good. - Enclave- This pretty much seals the deal for me that on me, mint just ain’t it. I liked Sedley at first, but the mint somehow gets too cloying to my nose after too long. I can tell I would get the same from the peppermint in the opening of Enclave. I almost liked this one, too. If you can even tolerate peppermint, you’ll enjoy this one.
Mind Games - Blockade- Wowww. First sniff love, here. Explosion of citrus, juicy fruit-y sex. I usually find myself staying away from citrus but this shit is next level. This will be a contender for my next upscale summer buy. - Double Attack- Another love at first sniff. It’s familiar, though. Chocolate/orange/cinnamon/vanilla. You’ll want to eat it right up. I already have this box checked in my collection, but may come back to it in the future. - Checkmate- Another lovely scent. Champagne, red currant, rose, magnolia, little patchouli. It all comes together really nicely, and it was difficult for me to pick out specific notes before looking. Not a love, but I was really impressed with the quality and scent profile of the Mind Games I tried.
Clive Christian - Town & Country- Wow. No seriously, like fucking wow. Smells like an Italian fruit cart strolling through an English manor’s sprawling garden road. I look at the notes and I don’t understand how you get this smell supposedly out of Clary Sage, Ambergris, and Sandalwood. Like, what? This is high quality shit. I get some pear or grapes there, too. Try this. - Crab Apple Blossom- Yum yum yum this is goooood. Smells like it sounds. Bergamot, apple blossom and rhubarb dance around playfully together. Can’t help but have a big stupid smile on your face when you smell this. The more it dried down, the more it might be my favorite over Town & Country. - Matsukita- Another great scent. In the same vein as the other two since they are part of the same “Crown Collection.” You get some smokiness, here. Bergamot with nutmeg and mate give depth and a little mystery. White florals, woody ambers and musk at the base. Just quality stuff here. All three of these in the Crown Collection were available in 10ml travel size gift pack for $300. Good idea to put on my wish list. That shit is kiiiinda expensive.
Xerjoff - Erba Pura- I did not expect to like this as much as I did! Favorite that I sampled. Perfect combination of citrus and fruitiness off the top, layered over a bed of sweet musk. Something here is very familiar to my nose but I couldn’t place it. This will be another top contender for a future upscale summer purchase. - Accento- Soothing scent. Fruity white floral (usually dumb reach for me), and the iris gives it some powder but not overpowering. Not as feminine-leaning as I would have expected. - Iommi- Delicious! Sweet smoky rum off the top, and it’s a little surprising how forward the patchouli and leather is in this. It’s bordering on being a little overpowering, but it tames a bit on the dry down. I’d need to see how this goes on my skin, for sure. - Torino 21- Another one that I liked way more than expected. I’m going back and seeing mint listed as a top note here…I didn’t get that! And thank God since mint usually is a non-starter. Kind of an aquatic green to my nose. Again, just a lovely scent. - Naxos- Yeah ok this is good shit. I was expecting a sweet bomb, but this is definitely more restrained than what a lot of reviewers will have you believe. I’m a sucker for lavender and bergamot. Throw in honey and jasmine atop a bed of tobacco, vanilla and tonka bean? Yes please. - Erba Gold- Pretty good. To my nose more feminine than Erba Pura, likely due to the extra fruits in the middle. That combination of citruses, pear and melon is reminiscent of particular ladies’ scents.
Louis Vuitton - L’Immensité- Ohhhh yeahh. Relaxation in a bottle. My favorite besides maybe Fleur du Desert. This, Imagination and Météore all kind of dance to the same song, so to speak. More than one of these would be redundant, in my opinion. The quality speaks through each of these fragrances, though- really nice stuff. - Imagination- The name fits, as a lot of the notes here are almost fleeting like a word on the tip of your tongue. It’s a great, calming scent but it didn’t blow me away. Like I said, L’Immensité was the best of these and I don’t see the need to diversify within this collection. - Météore- Compared to L’Immensité, there’s a little more sweetness here. This leans closer to a shower gel-like scent in my opinion. Still great. - Fleur du Désert- This one started out reallly good. Honey and cinnamon into rose and orange blossom is an intriguing, sensual combination. Unfortunately, smelling it on my arm after a couple hours, the jasmine and honey turn into something my mind recognizes as an old lady scent. The POAL on my hand, by comparison, keeps mixing with my skin in a great pheromonic way. - Ombre Nomad- Disappointed with this one. I’m realizing I don’t gravitate toward darker scents like heavy oud, leather, incense. I can tell it’s put together really well and uses quality materials, but this isn’t one that was made for me.
All in all, my main take-aways include: Xerjoff scents living up to the name. I was definitely impressed with their offerings, and would have expected it to lean closer to overrated. Same with Mind Games. Really enjoyed everything I sampled from them, even if it wasn’t my cup of tea, I was impressed with the quality. Also, I need to get back and sample the rest of the Clive Christian house. I was absolutely blown away with what I tried.
A little bonus: I tried TF Noir de Noir, Extreme Noir, and Cafe Rose. Extreme Noir is excellent. A regal mix of saffron, nutmeg and cardamom on top of rose and white florals. Ahhhh, again, similar to what I imagine a king or king to smell like.
Cafe Rose is probably the second best rose-centric scent to my nose besides Atomic Rose. I’ll need to put those side by side.
Anyway, feel free to ask away if you’d like. I was bored and inspired so killed some time writing this out :)

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2024.05.16 02:50 JFedzor How are we feeling about the future of this franchise?

As we all know, in 2020, Vicarious Visions blessed us with a fantastic, faithful remakes of THPS 1+2. It was amazing, and we were all so excited for any potential remakes in the future. Then.. disaster, Vicarious Visions got absorbed into Blizzard Entertainment, and that team now works on Cod :(
It's been almost four years since THPS 1+2 released (crazy, right?), and it hurts to think that we could've potentially got THPS 3+4 in 2022, and if sold well, we may have very well been looking at THUG 1+2 coming this fall. I can never forgive Activision for taking that away from us. However, I don't feel as if all hope is lost. Activision are a shitty company, but after the recent Microsoft acquisition, we are likely to see major improvements in their company as a whole.
When THPS 3+4 was cancelled, the reason was that Activsion could not find a development team they trusted to handle the it. Microsoft are somewhat known for remaking older, classic titles, and I think that once they look into this series a little more, they may either get Vicarious Visions back together, or find a developer of their own to handle future entries, which shouldn't be too difficult as they can easily build off of the foundations of THPS 1+2.
I seriously hope THPS 1+2 is not the end of this amazing series. I truly believe it still has plenty of life left in it, and has the potential to still sell well in the modern era. If Microsoft know what they're doing, they will make the right call.

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2024.05.16 02:50 Ghostygirl356 AITA for being "too sensitive"?

I honestly have no idea where I want to start this. I have asthma, but it's usually not an issue. It only starts acting up during allergic reactions (cats) and when I'm sick with a cold or something, annoying, sure, but nothing important. Well last Friday, me, my twin brother (15M) and my dad drove 6.5 hours across the state to visit the family and celebrate Pop's 75th birthday. I had a small cold but nothing major. We stayed with my aunt and uncle. They own cats. The next day I kinda feel like shit and people start realizing that I'm not ok. We go to the pharmacy but long story short they couldn't get me a prescription for an inhaler so my step mom, my dad and I waited 4 hours in the ER so I could be given more meds than a senior citizen. They all tasted like dirt. I was terrified all day. I'm back home now, but I've taken a couple days off of school to recover, no one in my class knows this yet, actually. Tomorrow I'm going to the doctor for a few tests. My brother said "lucky. You don't have to go to school" obviously I'm not lucky. When he left the room I started saying to my mom that I was angry at him. She said I'm too sensitive, and need to stop taking things so personally. This isn't the first time she's said this either. She said it multiple times, but as someone with anxiety (and an attitude thanks to her), that's almost impossible. I feel like I didn't take it too personally because that was really scary and he said 'lucky' but, what are your thoughts? AITA?

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2024.05.16 02:48 JFKtoSouthBay Blood vessel in eye bursts regularly

https://imgur.com/a/blood-vessel-burst-left-eye-1le2HfS
55M, 6'2", 225 lbs, Caucasian.
It's always the exact same place on my left eye. I've been keeping track the last couple of years.. Only meds I'm on is Lipitor 40mg, Famotidine 20mg, daily low dose aspirin 81mg.
Here are the dates this has occurred since Sept 2022. It goes away over about 4-5 days each time.
9/26/22
3/10/23
6/10/23
7/22/23
1/23/24
3/4/24
5/15/24 (today)
Been doing this for probably 6-7 years but only reliably kept track the last few.
Thanks.

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2024.05.16 02:48 EclosionK2 He had no head, only a floating set of eyes

Mr. Winslow accused my mother of stealing his dead wife’s jewelry.
I explained it was impossible. He was welcome to search the tiny apartment I shared with my mother and aunt, he could look wherever he wanted.
“We share a tiny space,” I said. “We barely have enough room for our clothes. I don’t even know where she would hide jewelry.”
I was worried we would lose him as a client. Which would suck because cleaning his house was basically the majority of our rent cheque. But a week later he found the pearl necklace, it had somehow travelled down to his basement.
“I’m still missing the gold bangle though,” he said. “And some earrings.”
I told him I was sorry, but I had no idea. If my mom or aunt found it on their next clean, I promised they would let him know right away.
He hummed and hawed. There might’ve been a week where he hired a different maid service, but eventually he called back, asking if he could hire all three of us on-site again.
I thanked him profusely. I told him we’d keep an eye out for the missing valuables.
***
On our drive over, I had my mom and aunt practice the apology we would give him in English. Even though we didn’t steal anything, I explained we should still say sorry.
“Why?” My aunt asked. “That’s so stupid.”
“Everyone apologizes for everything in Canada. Just trust me. He will want it.”
“We need the work,” my mom said.
For a second my aunt revved up to say something else, but then let it go. We did need the work.
When we arrived, Mr. Winslow was on a phone call, watching his two large goldendoodles play in the front yard. He waved, then gestured to the front door. My mom and aunt gave small bows and carried their cleaning supplies inside.
Before I could enter, he put the phone behind his ear and approached me.
“Ida, hi. Good to see you again. Listen, don't worry about the jewelry. Water under the bridge. Hey. I’m leaving in an hour or so, and I won’t be back until late tonight. I’m wondering if you’d be interested in dog-sitting? You’ve been around Toto and Kipper. What do you think? I’d really appreciate the help.”
I never liked the way he looked at me. It was always too close, and it lingered for too long. My aunt may have been right in that he hired us back just to see me again, but I ignored the thought.
“And don’t worry, I can cover your cab back. My usual walker is just out on holiday. You can help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. How does six hundred sound?”
I looked at his house and imagined if I would be comfortable there. Alone at night.
“I’ll make it seven-hundred. I know it's last minute. I just hate leaving them alone. Plus Toto has his medicine. You would do me a real solid.”
My apron needed adjusting so I put down my bucket. I focused on the polyester knot, keeping my gaze away from his. I really didn’t want to be doing this, but my aunt would call me stupid for refusing easy money. And frankly, so would I.
“I had plans, but I’m willing to give them up.” I said with a straight face. “Eight hundred and it’s a done deal.”
He paused for a second, observing me scrupulously. Then he found his usual, smarmy half-smile. “You’re a life saver, you know that? An Angel.”
His hand gripped my shoulder. Then patted it twice.
***
Both my mom and aunt were pleased about the extra cash, they said I deserved to make extra for all the bookkeeping I do. But they also both voiced their concerns for safety. They said they could stay with me if I wanted.
“Safety? Mamãe I’m just watching two dogs.”
My mom wiped a caked red stain off his counter. An old wine spill. “Yes, but so late in his house? You’re not worried he might … I don’t know …”
Might what? Exploit me?
I met his groundskeeper once, another immigrant contractor. Except the groundskeeper was being paid far less, because he never properly negotiated. Mr. Winslow was certainly capable of exploiting people when he wanted to, and I’m sure he would try the same on my family.
But I was different. I’d gone to school in Banniver, and I knew the little maneuvers played by the so-called “progressive people in North America.”
And Winslow knew it too.
He didn’t realize a Canadian-raised daughter organized her mom’s cleaning service. Or that she would show up on the first day as a statement. That statement being: You can’t get away with mistreating these old Brazilian women. And you certainly can’t swindle them out of the going rates in his neighborhood. I’m onto you.
I had asserted myself with this Mr. Winslow, and felt confident that I could stand my ground if he tried any bullshit.
“Mamãe I’m not worried about him. Really, I’m not. He’s a pushover.”
***
6:00PM rolled around, it was just me and the goldendoodles.
My mom and aunt were back at home, watching low-res soaps on a Macbook, but they said if I encountered anything strange—a sound, a smell, an unexpected car in the driveway—to give them a call right away.
“Mamãe, its two dogs. I’ll be fine.”
“Just keep your phone close Ida. Your auntie has sensed things in that house. Unpleasant things.”
I forgot to mention my aunt thinks of herself as an amateur medium. In the village she grew up in, she claimed she could sometimes see people who were recently deceased.
But I never really believed her. Mostly because it was also my auntie’s idea to charge families who wanted to forward messages to the very same people who were recently deceased.
“Okay mamãe, whatever you say. I’ll phone you if I get scared.”
“That house has a history Ida, you could feel it in the walls. The outside too.”
It sure does. A history of being owned by a wealthy prick.
***
The sun slinked below the overcast horizon like a dying lantern. It got dark much faster than I expected.
I kept all the lights on, and played with the dogs a bit, trying to encourage them to try piss on the shag rug. Neither did. They mostly wanted naps.
I tried napping for a bit too, but the leather couch felt like it was made of rock. I just couldn’t get comfortable.
Eventually I made myself dinner—some pasta that had been bought from Whole Foods—and ate it while scrolling on my phone.
I was just about done, ready to take my dirty plate in the sink when I first heard it.
The first explosion.
It came from the basement. A vibrating KAPOW that rattled the windows and chandelier on my floor. It sounded like someone had set off a cherry bomb.
What the hell?
I turned to the dogs who were just as scared as I was. They came whimpering with tails between their legs.
Could a pipe have burst or something?
I looked at the basement door, an area we were not instructed to clean, and then heard another explosion.
Vases shook. A painting went tilted. It sounded louder. Like full grade firework. I had lived in Rio de Janeiro, by Prianha beach, where they often launched celebratory fireworks. This was just as deafening.
I didn’t want to go down to the basement. In fact, I sat by the front door.
Both dogs huddled around me.
***
Twenty minutes passed. It had been quiet.
Out of pride I refused to call my mom—I didn’t want to admit I was scared. Instead, I spent the time going through all the rational answers in my head that could explain away the noise. Plumbing, terrorism, teen pranks … hot springs?
There were hot springs all over West Bann.
Obviously, some kind of pent-up geyser had lay dormant for a while, and it was now suddenly unleashing a ton of energy below Mr. Winslow’s house. To distract myself, I Wikipedia’d the history of West Banniver, and satisfied this theory.
During the 1850’s gold rush, West Banniver saw rapid settlement as a mining town. The proliferation of mine shafts soon led to a discovery of underground hot springs. Mayfield Briggs Ltd which was the first company to seize the opportunity as a tourist attraction…
That’s all it was. A hot spring releasing a buildup of pressure.
Then a third explosion came.
It was so loud and violent that the door to the basement flew open. I fell to the ground and covered my head as several books went flying off nearby shelves.
The dogs yipped and barked like crazy. They stood in front of me, guarding against an unseen force. A voice shrieked from the basement.
“HELP!!! HELLLLP!”
Rivets shot through my hands and knees. I was frozen to the floor.
“PLEEEEEEASE!”
It had the high-pitched desperation of someone whose life was about to end. I raised my head and listened closely to hear haggard, dusty coughing. It sounded like an old man’s cough. It echoed through the basement and into the living room. Between coughs the man continued to plead for his life.
HELLLLP!”
I had no idea who it could be or how he got down there.
Before I could think, one of the dogs shot past me, bolting down the basement steps, barking ferociously.
“Kipper!”
I tried to grab the loose leash, but I could only hold the collar of his sibling. “Kipper come back here!”
“HELLO?” The voice from below seemed to recognize my presence. “PLEASE, YOU’VE GOT TO HELP!”
I was now upright, breathing as fast as Toto was panting. I tied Toto to the thick rails on the stairs. I had to save the other dog.
Instinctually I grabbed my phone, slipped an AirPod in one ear, and dialed my mother without even looking at the screen.
“Mãe. There’s … something terrible is happening.”
My mother was suitably confused. Even more so when she heard the screaming of the man downstairs as his voice echoed in the living room. It was a cry of immense, awful pain.
After two slower, more detailed explanations of what I just heard, my mother told me to call the fire department. “Poke your head through the basement, see what’s happening. Then call the fire department.”
That made sense to me. I inched my way to the basement entrance and tried to see past the doorway. It was complete darkness. There was no light switch.
I turned the torch on my phone, and my aunt’s voice came blaring. “Get out of there Ida! I am telling you, there is darkness in that house!”
As I illuminated the dusty wooden stairs, I saw that they only lead only to more pitch black. Yup, plenty of darkness here.
There was some phone-wrestling. My mother came back on. “What is it? What did you see?”
“Don’t encourage her! Get her to leave!” my auntie yelled in the background.
I told them to pipe down because I could suddenly hear the gentle whimpering at the base of the stairs. The dog sounded close.
“Kipper come! This way! Follow my voice!”
I went down a few steps further, expecting the basement floor to appear any second, but there were only more wooden steps. How long was this staircase?
“Kipper?”
There was a flat, cold wall on my left, and no guard rail to speak of. I stepped down each step very carefully to maintain my balance, sliding my hand along the wall.
Then the wall disappeared. I flew forward.
***
I woke up lying face-first on rocky floor. My phone was cracked next to me. My mother was crying in my ear. “Ida! Ida! Oh my god! Ida!”
I looked up to see I was not at the bottom of someone’s basement. There were lights all above me. Lanterns. They were illuminating a cavernous, rocky chamber that led to many tunnels with train tracks and wooden carts. I was in the opening of a massive underground mine.
I coughed, and gave out a weak “… what?”
“Ida is that you? Are you… brrzzzzz” My mom’s voice faded.
Before I could reply, I saw the crooked form of a man in tan coveralls, shaking the immobile body of another person in coveralls next to him. In fact, there was a small row of half a dozen miners all slumped against a blasted rock wall. There were bits of granite, wood, rope, and what looked like entrails splattered all throughout.
“Oh the cruelty …” the one, standing miner said. He went from body to body and jostled each of his coworkers. “Must I find you all like this … every time?”
I crawled up to a half-standing pose and tried to see the face of the hunched over survivor.
My heart dropped.
He had no face.
The explosion which must have killed some of friends had also blasted away this man’s entire sternum, neck and skull. The miner wasn’t hunched over or leaning away with his head, he just simply … had no head.
And up there, floating right in the middle of where his face should be, were a set of eyeballs, glistening under the yellow lights.
The eyes turned to me. “Oh. Why hello. Hello there.”
Terrified, I rose to complete standing and opened both my palms in a show of total deference. “I don’t know. I don’t know who you are or what this is.”
The headless miner walked toward me. I noticed he carried a pickaxe in his right arm. He gestured with his left to where his ear would be.
“I’m sorry I can’t hear you. Had an accident.”
Despite him having no head, his voice still came from where his mouth would be. There was an earnestness in his speech, it might have had something to do with his very old-timey accent, but I still felt like he was trying to be friendly.
“Another batch of faulty dynamite. Everyone’s dead. But what else is new.”
He brought his left palm to his face, perhaps to wipe away tears, but instead his hand travelled through his nonexistent head to scratch a small portion of his back.
“Been dead for many years I’m afraid. But I’ve kept busy. Been a good man. Worked very hard for the boss upstairs.”
He gestured upwards with the pickaxe. I looked up, and out in the distance, I saw a large, ancient, set of wooden stairs that I must have fallen from. They extended far up into the mine’s ceiling and kept going.
“He’s gotten good ore from me. Good, shining, golden ore. I have a knack for it you see. The same knack that killed me so many years ago. It's probably what’s still keeping me around though.”
He came closer. I could see he had brown irises, with one of the cataracts deteriorating into milky white haze. The eyes stared at me, unblinking.
“Because I’m not done, see. This mine isn’t empty. I know there’s more gold. Much more. And it’s not all for the boss. No, I’m keeping some to myself. Don’t tell him, but I’ve been stashing a large deposit for myself. It can’t all be his of course. It’s my mine after all. Half these tunnels were dug entirely by me. So of course I deserve some. It’s only natural.”
I lifted my hand and pointed at the staircase behind him. I mouthed very big, obvious words. “I have to go back. I’m going back up those stairs.”
He shifted his body. His two eyes turned in the air as if they were still inside an invisible skull. I saw nerve endings at the back undulate and twist.
“Yes, that is the only way up.”
My heart was in my throat. At least I found some form of communication. I gestured to knee height and nervously asked if he had seen a “large, shaggy dog.”
“Ah yes. I’ve seen the pooches. They come down here sometimes. When the booms don’t scare em that is. Hahah.”
I gave a thumbs up. It felt like a ridiculous interaction with a ghost, or zombie or whatever this was, but at least it was working.
“I think I saw his little tail run over that way. They like the smell of the mineral spring.”
I turned behind to see the long tunnel he was pointing at. It was dimly lit by a chain of smaller lanterns.
I thought I saw a flutter of movement, and I would have kept looking further if it wasn’t for my aunt’s voice that suddenly exploded in my ear. “Brrrzt … Ida! If you can hear us, we are calling the police to your location. Help is coming soon! … ”
I winced and stepped back—which saved my life. I just so happened to step right out of the way of a pickaxe. It sparked the ground.
I gasped and stared at the headless miner. His eyes were shimmering with a dark focus, staring directly at mine.
“Oh I’ll help you find the dog. I’ll help you find whatever you want. But I’ll need those clean new eyes of yours first.”
He swung at my head. I ducked. He went for the backswing. I ran.
Stupidly, I ran in the opposite direction of the stairs. I ran straight into the long tunnel lined with dim lanterns.
But I couldn’t turn around. I had no idea how quick he could move. And the speed of his pickaxe felt supernatural.
The tunnel was narrow, and lined with wooden tracks, I had to skip-run-jump over the panels with immense precision to make sure I didn’t trip. Behind me, his voice chased.
“Go ahead. Run. I know where these all lead.”
I ignored the words and kept going. The tunnel bent left, then right, then left again. I ignored several exits before the tunnel spat me out into an open, cavernous room filled with dozens and dozens of minecarts.
I investigated the room for anything useful. A far opposite wall appeared to be the site of the latest digging, loose rock lay everywhere.
There was a small mineshaft holding a chained up cart. And something in the cart shimmered…
It was gold.
And not just ore either. There were bars, coins, medallions, and jewelry. Mrs. Winslow’s bangles were right on top.
I ran to the cart furthest from the entrance and ducked behind it, breathing heavily, coughing from all the dust.
The headless man emerged from the tunnel, pickaxe raised and scanning where I could have hid. “I may not be able to hear you. But I can follow footprints pretty easily hah. I know you’re in here.”
He grabbed the closest minecart available and pushed it into the tunnel entrance. With an immense show of strength, he lifted and dislodged the cart off the track, cramming it sideways, creating a massive obstacle.
I was sealed inside.
Trying to stay absolutely still, I coughed through my teeth. Lungs burning. My mom’s voice came through.
“Brrzzztt… The police should be there! I told them you were in danger! They said they sent a unit over. Maybe they broke down the front door?”
I looked up at the mine shaft next to me. If it did connect to the surface upstairs, this was my only chance.
I gave a couple good yells. “HEEEEELP!!! DOWN HERE!! HELP!”
I don’t know if it did any good, but it was better than nothing. I turned to see if the miner had heard anything.
He hadn't.
The pickaxe tapped and clanged awkwardly around minecart after minecart.
I had a bigger advantage than I thought.
Although the miner had two floating eyeballs, only the left one was really capable of seeing anything.
So I kept my distance and watched where he was going, always staying behind.
As he limped and peered around minecarts, I was able to evade him, move from behind rock piles and other carts, careful not to leave a trail in the rock dust.
It was all going well until I heard a familiar panting.
“Oh look. If it isn’t precious.”
The dog had managed to jump over the miner’s blockade. It must have heard my yells. Surprisingly, Kipper was unafraid of the headless villain, and even approached him to receive pets.
“Now why don’t you go say hello to our other friend here huh? I know she's here somewhere.”
No. Kipper. Please. Don’t.
The dog started sniffing. Within seconds he found my scent. Kipper skipped towards me like Lassie and excitedly licked my face.
“Aww there we are. Now isn’t that a good boy?”
I stood up and stared at the filthy, ash-stained coveralls. Despite the lack of teeth, I could sense a menacing grin where the mouth should be.
He wasn't going to lose sight of me now. I had nowhere to go.
So I did the thing my auntie said worked on all spirits. I fell to my knees and prayed.
“Please. I only came here for work. I’m too young to die. Let me go and I won't tell anyone that you're here.”
He stood over me. Both of his pupils started to quiver. In just a few seconds, his eyes were swimming excitedly within the space of his head.
I took off the only valuable I had. A gold necklace with a miniature version of Christ the Redeemer. A gift I had received as a teen in Rio. I held it out in my shaking hands.
“Please. Take it. Take everything.”
Suddenly both the eyeballs stared forward again, entranced by the gold.
“Well look at that. How generous. How generous of her. We should reward generosity shouldn’t we?”
***
It was hard for me to describe to the police officer how exactly I got out, because I have no idea.
The fiery pain where my eyes used to be overwhelmed my entire reality for hours. All I wanted was for it to stop.
They found me half inside a dumbwaiter bleeding to death from the gouges in my face.
I was taken to the hospital, where I would spend the next four weeks recovering.
The police did not in fact storm the house like my mom said. They waited outside for the homeowner to return. But when they heard my screams coming from the top floor, they broke the back door and eventually came to my rescue.
I’m told they did a thorough investigation but could not find any of the things I described.
The basement door led into a regular basement. It was filled with old furniture, unused decor, and paint cans. No Mine.
The dumbwaiter was also just a dumbwaiter. It wasn’t some mine shaft, and it didn’t lead any deeper than the basement. Nothing special.
There were definitely hot springs close by, but nothing close enough to damage Mr. Winslow's property. And there was an old, depleted gold mine not far away either, but it was completely abandoned, closed off, and nowhere near as big as the one I had described.
***
The police, paramedics and doctors all thought my story was some hallucination. That I had been on drugs or had some mental breakdown (even though they couldn’t find anything in me other than small traces of weed.)
Thankfully, my mother and aunt believed me. They believed every word. My aunt is the one who encouraged me to make this post, so others could hear my story.
I know it was real.
I know it was.
And Mr. Winslow is fully aware of the mine’s existence.
Putting the dots together, I realized it was likely the source of his wealth. Winslow had some control over that one headless miner down there.
Did Winslow intentionally entrap me? Was he trying to get the miner a new set of eyes? Or was it all an unfortunate accident?
I might never know.
But what I do know is that Mr. Winslow has been paying for our rent ever since the accident.
He feels “terrible about the situation” and “can’t possibly imagine” what I’ve been through.
But he knows what happened.
He knows if I really pushed, If I really forced the police, or some private investigator to look into it—they would uncover something awful. Something really really bad.
“Anything you need. Anything at all. I will cover it, Ida.” He said. “You helped me out, protected my dogs, and I will never forget it.”
He’s offered to pay for the rest of my University schooling. And once my face heals up, he’s even offered to cover for some very expensive, experimental eye-transplant. We’ll see how that goes.
“You and your family will live comfortably from now on. You’ll want for nothing. Tell me exactly what you need, And you’ll get it.”
So I told him I'd like my necklace back. It was an heirloom. I said I lost it somewhere in his house.
A few days later, he returned with the usual smug, half-crooked smirk in his voice. He brought the necklace back in a box, pretending he had bought me a new one. Except it felt exactly like my old one.
It was all shined up, completely buffed of scratches, but it weighed the same. It was my old one for sure.
When my mom saw it she asked, “did it always have it? This dedication?”
As far as I remembered, the backside of the tiny Christ the Redeemer was always plain. I fingered its shape in my hands.
“What dedication?”
The new little divots caught my nails. There was writing that was definitely not there before.
My mom described it as a curly, serif font. Like a gift for a lover.
~ You’re an angel ~
~ W ~

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2024.05.16 02:48 Leaniebobeanie Mom sabotaged my car title by putting white out on it and won’t meet up to fill out the title correction or new bill of sale needed to transfer the title to me so I can register my car in my name…

Soooo…. Long story short. I stupidly allowed my mom to have her name on my car title when I BOUGHT my car in FULL when I was 17 years old to save on my car insurance. (I’m 23 now, a recent graduate with a biology degree and was kicked out recently by her) I have been trying to obtain the title for my car for the past 3 weeks - she finally left the title at my grandmas house who lives 40 mins away from me rather than letting me come to her house to get it after I got off from work which is only 10 mins away… anywho. I made it to the DMV this past Monday (my only weekday off from work) and sat there for 2 hours for me to be called to a station and be turned around immediately because they noticed that there was white out on the title for the sales price for $1 (which i don’t understand what is so hard about writing 1.00) so it voided the title. (I noticed this before going to the DMV but I was hoping they didn’t notice) I was unable to get anything done because of this and was given a title correction form and a DMV bill of sale for my mom to sign and fill out… (this is around 2:15pm) they told me to get the signatures that day and come back before 5pm and I could skip the line since they also noticed that she VOLUNTARILY surrendered my license plate without letting me know. I told them i would have trouble getting this new paperwork filled out because she avoids me and my calls so they suggested that I request her at her job (she works at a school and there was 30 mins left by the time i went to the office to request her) after texting her and calling her 5 times to let her know that I was coming by & waiting in the parking lot for an hr hoping she would respond . Going inside was my last resort but I had to get this done so i could register my car and get new plates. She never came out after the front office requested her about 10 times… Now she is avoiding me again and says she will fill out whatever forms she thinks I need on her own time (vs the official documents that the DMV gave me) and give it to my grandma 40 mins away knowing that my plate is dead because of her. I had an appt today at the DMV at 8am so i could try to go before work at 9:30am but she told me if i came by her house yesterday after work with the papers she would be calling the police because “I was not invited” …. I work everyday and my car is my only form of transportation… what should i do? I need legal advice. Can i tell the DMV that she is insane and they will help me move forward with the signatures i already have ? Do i risk going to her house and having the police called on me ? I thought about making this a public matter on Facebook but i feel like she will retaliate even harder … please help. :(

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