Army counseling for overweight

As the title states I am a prior service active army guy who has been out for almost 6yrs now.
For the past few years I’ve had issues getting a recruiter who will work with me due to needed waivers (depression , anxiety, adjustment disorder, suicidal ideation) [ Just sought out counseling during my time in the army. -No hospitalization/no medication etc ].
None of the above are issues anymore and I’ve been re-evaluated a few times stating so.
I’ve had one instance where a recruiter worked with me via NC ArmyNG however i was denied unfortunately. So now I find myself with a regular Army reserve recruiter and while he seemed happy to work with me from the start (a few months ago) and was getting things moving, he is playing the ignore game now and seems to have pressed the breaks on everything.

1. So the question is, is the waiver process really that hard or are some recruiters really just lazy and I’ve just been around the wrong ones for years?
   
2. If so, does anyone recommend a hardworking recruiter they’ve worked with [ Army reserve , ArmyNG, etc ]? (My intentions are to commission via OCS or WOCS for aviation [ I have a STEM degree , meet the GT requirements, etc ]
   
3. If not, is it possible I may just need to put the military behind me and move on?
   

Thank you

As the title states I am a prior service active army guy who has been out for almost 6yrs now.
For the past few years I’ve had issues getting a recruiter who will work with me due to needed waivers (depression , anxiety, adjustment disorder, suicidal ideation) [ Just sought out counseling during my time in the army. -No hospitalization/no medication etc ].
None of the above are issues anymore and I’ve been re-evaluated a few times stating so.
I’ve had one instance where a recruiter worked with me via NC ArmyNG however i was denied unfortunately. So now I find myself with a regular Army reserve recruiter and while he seemed happy to work with me from the start (a few months ago) and was getting things moving, he is playing the ignore game now and seems to have pressed the breaks on everything.

1. So the question is, is the waiver process really that hard or are some recruiters really just lazy and I’ve just been around the wrong ones for years?
   
2. If so, does anyone recommend a hardworking recruiter they’ve worked with [ Army reserve , ArmyNG, etc ]? (My intentions are to commission via OCS or WOCS for aviation [ I have a STEM degree , meet the GT requirements, etc ]
   
3. If not, is it possible I may just need to put the military behind me and move on?
   

Thank you

Hi everyone, this is going to be a longer post. I'll try and format it the best I can, but let me know if I need to split it into different posts since my issue may not have a single-fit solution. I'll give some context first and then lead into what my problem is.
So I have had a few relationships in my life so far, but only one serious relationship and that was with my ex-GF. We dated for roughly 2.5 years and broke up a little over a year ago. She was the first person I was intimate with and had a standard dynamic full-fledged relationship. She was fantastic, and we talked about moving in together in a few years and getting married down the road when she had finished her education. I was working a decent job at the time and things were going great. We were long-distance, but we would see each other for weeks at a time once every 1-2 months. This was the time period I developed severe diagnosed depression and was basically in a year-long existential crisis. This put a strain on the relationship, and I wasn't able to be there for her when I should have and eventually, my behaviour caused us to drift apart. It was the right person at the wrong time scenario.
Since then I've gotten my life together. I went to counselling, started a very high-paying job, bought myself a nice car, and have been working on losing weight (20+ pounds so far). Because of how much I've been working on myself, I've decided that I would be open to trying dating again and see how things go. This brings us to today.
I met a girl (22F) online and we decided to get coffee to get to know each other better. The hangout was not with a 'dating' mindset, as we had met in the context of online friends meeting in person for the first time. It went fantastic, we hung out for a while, and for the next few weeks, we met up roughly 1-2 times a week and hung out.
We went for a night out not too long ago, and it was late but (22f) invited me back to her house. (22F) lives with her parents, so I met them and we were in her room watching Youtube together on her TV and chatting. Eventually, the vibe was right and we held hands at one point and started cuddling. Nothing went further than that, but it all felt good at the time. Here is the thing:
(22F) is a fantastic person. Initially, I did find her attractive and have to admit I did have interest in her outside of a friend scenario once we had met in person. She is overweight, and I am as well but not to the same extent. (22F) and I are on a similar wavelength for humour, social interaction, and background so things seemed to mesh naturally.
But after we had our little moment, I couldn't stop thinking about my ex-GF and the things I experienced with her. I thought about it and I didn't find (22F) as attractive as I initially did. This is probably super hypocritical, but (22F) being overweight is a huge turn-off for me I thought I could see past but it but apparently not. My ex Gf was thin and very cute, so in some ways, it feels like I'm 'settling' (as bad as that sounds, I can't think of a different way to phrase it, and I know how backwards it sounds for a moderately overweight man to not be attracted to an overweight woman)
In between breaking up with ex GF and meeting 22F, I did have a few one-night stands (even though I'm overweight, I'm not ugly and I do know how to mesh with people well and make them laugh). Part of me is worried that the bonding part of my brain is not working after instances like this and pornographic material.
My real question would be is my emotional bonding broken? Do I have unrealistic expectations for a girlfriend and is there a way I'd overcome them? 22F is a fantastic person personality-wise, but with the whole flashbacks to my ex and losing attraction is there something wrong with me? I'm honestly worried my past relationship and any form of casual sex and porn is affecting how I see relationships?
22F and I have still been chatting but I haven't voiced any of this to her as I want some advice on how to navigate this. I appreciate any input.
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There it was, on the table in Nicola Coughlan’s apartment — a microscopic undergarment that loomed large in the actor’s mind.
The “Bridgerton” costume department had sent Coughlan home with a piece of intimacy wear that was essentially a strapless thong that would cover the bare essentials of her body during an upcoming love scene.
It would be her first time ever acting in such a scene, in a series known globally for its sexy yet empowering bedroom romps, and it would require her to be almost totally naked in front of people she’d worked with for years. Coughlan was understandably terrified. One night, she poured herself a margarita and summoned the liquid courage to try on the tiny sliver of fabric.
“I went to the bathroom and looked in the full-length mirror. I was like, ‘Absolutely not.’ I hid it down the bottom of the laundry basket,” Coughlan recalled on a cold morning in January at Netflix’s offices in Manhattan. “I was like, ‘How am I going to do this?’”
Coughlan eventually got over her nerves. Much to her surprise, she found the process of filming the scenes with her co-star Luke Newton creatively satisfying — liberating, even. “By the end of the day, we were both lying under a blanket, not clothed, just chillin’. We were like, ‘This is why nudists do it,’” said Coughlan, who speaks in a rapid, melodious accent that only adds to her natural exuberance.
While discussing the arc of her career, she goes on joyful digressions, praising everything from Mrs. Renfro’s salsa to Ryan Gosling’s performance in the forgotten teen series “Breaker High” to “Saturday Night Live,” which she’s just attended for the third time and hopes to host one day (are you listening, Lorne Michaels?).
She is nothing if not enthusiastic, and she brings this level of passion to Season 3 of “Bridgerton,” the first half of which will return to Netflix on Thursday. Until now, her character, Penelope Featherington, has been content to be a wallflower in the ballrooms of Regency London, allowing her to observe and secretly write a society scandal sheet under the pseudonym Lady Whistledown.
But this season will focus on Penelope as she — spoiler alert — consummates her long-simmering crush on Colin Bridgerton (Newton) in a friends-to-lovers storyline with distinct rom-com overtones. Penelope’s move into the center of the narrative also meant that Coughlan faced new pressures as the lead in one of the most watched and dissected shows on Netflix.
“With Penelope this season, it felt like there were so many things that were reflected in real life. The whole theme of her stepping out of the shadows and into the light, and not feeling quite ready — I felt like I had to do that,” said Coughlan.
“It was really challenging. It was terrifying. It was cathartic. It was a million and one things,” she added. “I loved it.”
She juggled “Bridgerton” with an edgy turn in “Big Mood,” a “Fleabag”-esque dark comedy released last month on Tubi. On top of that, she also had a small role in the biggest box office hit of 2023, “Barbie” — she wanted to do more but, alas, her schedule was too packed — and filmed a guest appearance in the “Doctor Who” Christmas special to be released later this year.
It amounts to a long-simmering breakout moment for Coughlan, who is 37 but thanks to a preternaturally dewy complexion often plays characters who are much younger than she is, like a Catholic high school student in the Troubles-themed sitcom “Derry Girls.”
“It was very exciting to play grown women. But I was like, ‘Can I do that?’ Even in drama school, they would always cast me as the random kid, like, there was an Ibsen play called ‘Little Eyolf,’ and I had to play Eyolf. I was like, ‘This is gonna be me forever.’”
Raised in County Galway on the western coast of Ireland, she grew up liking whatever her older siblings were into — whether it was Nirvana or “Wayne’s World.” When her sister starred in the school play, Coughlan showed up in a sequined vest, looking like a little Liza Minnelli — as if she knew she also wanted to be onstage. (She still has a taste for eccentric glamour: Despite the wintry gloom, she’s decked out in a gold spangled dress and a cloud-like ruffled bolero.)
At age 9, she scored her first professional gig, a movie called “My Brother’s War” starring James Brolin. She got the day off from school, but she wanted more. “I used to look at the Olsen twins. I was like, ‘God, look, look at where they are,’” she joked. As a teenager, she did regular voice work in cartoons. Her father, who was in the Irish army (as a teenage cadet, he took part in U.S. President Kennedy’s funeral in 1963), and mother, a stay-at-home parent, were supportive but also baffled by their youngest child’s dramatic streak. “It’s really not in my family at all,” Coughlan said.
After graduating from the National University of Ireland Galway, Coughlan enrolled in a foundational course at the Oxford School of Drama in England, where she quickly bonded with fellow student Camilla Whitehill.
“We were the only people there that really cared about things being funny,” said Whitehill, a playwright who would go on to create “Big Mood” as a vehicle for her old drama school friend. “Everyone else just wanted to do plays where their family had died, or whatever.”
There it was, on the table in Nicola Coughlan’s apartment — a microscopic undergarment that loomed large in the actor’s mind.
The “Bridgerton” costume department had sent Coughlan home with a piece of intimacy wear that was essentially a strapless thong that would cover the bare essentials of her body during an upcoming love scene.
It would be her first time ever acting in such a scene, in a series known globally for its sexy yet empowering bedroom romps, and it would require her to be almost totally naked in front of people she’d worked with for years. Coughlan was understandably terrified. One night, she poured herself a margarita and summoned the liquid courage to try on the tiny sliver of fabric.
“I went to the bathroom and looked in the full-length mirror. I was like, ‘Absolutely not.’ I hid it down the bottom of the laundry basket,” Coughlan recalled on a cold morning in January at Netflix’s offices in Manhattan. “I was like, ‘How am I going to do this?’”
Coughlan eventually got over her nerves. Much to her surprise, she found the process of filming the scenes with her co-star Luke Newton creatively satisfying — liberating, even. “By the end of the day, we were both lying under a blanket, not clothed, just chillin’. We were like, ‘This is why nudists do it,’” said Coughlan, who speaks in a rapid, melodious accent that only adds to her natural exuberance.
While discussing the arc of her career, she goes on joyful digressions, praising everything from Mrs. Renfro’s salsa to Ryan Gosling’s performance in the forgotten teen series “Breaker High” to “Saturday Night Live,” which she’s just attended for the third time and hopes to host one day (are you listening, Lorne Michaels?).
Luke Newton and Nicola Coughlan hold champagne glasses on "Bridgerton."
Colin Bridgerton (Luke Newton) and Penelope Featherington (Nicola Coughlan) go from friends to lovers in Season 3 of “Bridgerton.” (Liam Daniel / Netflix)
She is nothing if not enthusiastic, and she brings this level of passion to Season 3 of “Bridgerton,” the first half of which will return to Netflix on Thursday. Until now, her character, Penelope Featherington, has been content to be a wallflower in the ballrooms of Regency London, allowing her to observe and secretly write a society scandal sheet under the pseudonym Lady Whistledown.
But this season will focus on Penelope as she — spoiler alert — consummates her long-simmering crush on Colin Bridgerton (Newton) in a friends-to-lovers storyline with distinct rom-com overtones. Penelope’s move into the center of the narrative also meant that Coughlan faced new pressures as the lead in one of the most watched and dissected shows on Netflix.
“With Penelope this season, it felt like there were so many things that were reflected in real life. The whole theme of her stepping out of the shadows and into the light, and not feeling quite ready — I felt like I had to do that,” said Coughlan.
“It was really challenging. It was terrifying. It was cathartic. It was a million and one things,” she added. “I loved it.”
She juggled “Bridgerton” with an edgy turn in “Big Mood,” a “Fleabag”-esque dark comedy released last month on Tubi. On top of that, she also had a small role in the biggest box office hit of 2023, “Barbie” — she wanted to do more but, alas, her schedule was too packed — and filmed a guest appearance in the “Doctor Who” Christmas special to be released later this year.
It amounts to a long-simmering breakout moment for Coughlan, who is 37 but thanks to a preternaturally dewy complexion often plays characters who are much younger than she is, like a Catholic high school student in the Troubles-themed sitcom “Derry Girls.”
“It was very exciting to play grown women. But I was like, ‘Can I do that?’ Even in drama school, they would always cast me as the random kid, like, there was an Ibsen play called ‘Little Eyolf,’ and I had to play Eyolf. I was like, ‘This is gonna be me forever.’”
Raised in County Galway on the western coast of Ireland, she grew up liking whatever her older siblings were into — whether it was Nirvana or “Wayne’s World.” When her sister starred in the school play, Coughlan showed up in a sequined vest, looking like a little Liza Minnelli — as if she knew she also wanted to be onstage. (She still has a taste for eccentric glamour: Despite the wintry gloom, she’s decked out in a gold spangled dress and a cloud-like ruffled bolero.)
At age 9, she scored her first professional gig, a movie called “My Brother’s War” starring James Brolin. She got the day off from school, but she wanted more. “I used to look at the Olsen twins. I was like, ‘God, look, look at where they are,’” she joked. As a teenager, she did regular voice work in cartoons. Her father, who was in the Irish army (as a teenage cadet, he took part in U.S. President Kennedy’s funeral in 1963), and mother, a stay-at-home parent, were supportive but also baffled by their youngest child’s dramatic streak. “It’s really not in my family at all,” Coughlan said.
After graduating from the National University of Ireland Galway, Coughlan enrolled in a foundational course at the Oxford School of Drama in England, where she quickly bonded with fellow student Camilla Whitehill.
“We were the only people there that really cared about things being funny,” said Whitehill, a playwright who would go on to create “Big Mood” as a vehicle for her old drama school friend. “Everyone else just wanted to do plays where their family had died, or whatever.”
Nicola Coughlan holds her fingers against her cheek. Yellow orbs float behind her.
Nicola Coughlan on playing Penelope this season: “The whole theme of her stepping out of the shadows and into the light, and not feeling quite ready — I felt like I had to do that.” (Evelyn Freja / For The Times)
Coughlan, ever the pop culture connoisseur, introduced Whitehill to the sitcom “Arrested Development.”
“She’s one of those people who, if she thinks you will like something, she will make you watch it. And she is — annoyingly — usually right,” added Whitehill. (More recently, Coughlan urged her friend to catch up on “The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City.” “It’s such an easy one to sell to people. I’m like, ‘One of them is a cult leader who’s married to her granddad; are you in or are you out?’” Coughlan said.)
They both eventually landed in London, where “neither of us was successful at all for our whole 20s,” said Whitehill, who would often cast Coughlan in “my bad unpaid short plays at pubs,” including one where Coughlan played a cat.
“You leave drama school, which is a lovely, cozy bosom where you get to do the thing you love every day. Then you go, ‘Hang on. Thousands of people leave drama school every year, and they want to do the exact job I do.’ It seems so improbable that you’ll make a living doing it,” said Coughlan. “I felt like a loser at so many points.”
One such nadir came when she was working at a frozen yogurt shop at a mall in West London and the cheap jeans she wore as part of her uniform tore “right up the butt crack.” It was sobering, she said. “I was like, ‘This is not the life I wanted.’”
By the time she was in her late 20s, she’d moved back home and was working for an optician in Galway. Then she saw a listing for an open casting call for a festival of plays being put on by the Old Vic Theatre. Even though she was broke, she flew back to London for the audition and landed a part in a play called “Jess and Joe Forever.”
It marked a turning point for Coughlan, who was soon cast as studious teen Clare Devlin in Channel 4’s “Derry Girls,” a project she was drawn to because of its vividly drawn female characters.
“They were all really distinct — young women who were ballsy and foul-mouthed,” she said. She convinced herself that the show would flop because “people hate women trying to be funny.” Instead, the show was a massive hit in the U.K. and earned a devoted following in the U.S. when it was picked up by Netflix.
Then, Shonda Rhimes came calling about “Bridgerton.” After a single audition, Coughlan was cast as Penelope, a thoughtful, sharp-witted young woman with an overbearing mother and tacky, dim-witted sisters. Season 1 was released in late 2020, when much of the world was staying home because of the COVID-19 pandemic-related closures, and it became a sensation.
Whitehill recalls going out with her friend once restrictions had lifted in the U.K. and sensing how much had shifted. “It’s such a weird, un-put-into-words-able experience to watch someone you know for such a long time become globally famous,” she said. The fact that Coughlan didn’t find success straight out of school “has grounded her significantly, which means that she doesn’t let it go to her head.”
Success has not come without complications, however, like the relentless media scrutiny around Coughlan’s physical appearance. “It’s really hard and feels [like] s—,” she said.
In 2018, she wrote an essay for the Guardian responding to a theater critic who described her character in a London production of “The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie” as “an overweight little girl.” Coughlan is determined to push back against this kind of casual body-shaming because, she said, “I grew up at a time where it was so overt. There was the circle of shame for cellulite [in magazines] — just horrific, horrific messaging.”
It’s also why this season of “Bridgerton,” which celebrates the allure of a character often overlooked as a wallflower, is so meaningful to Coughlan — and why she suspects it will resonate with so many viewers. Rhimes and showrunner Jess Brownell decided Season 3 should deviate from the timeline in Julia Quinn’s novels and focus on Penelope and Colin — a couple known to fans as “Polin.”
“We’ve watched Colin not quite understand that Penelope has a crush on him for two seasons. You can only play that dynamic out for so long before it gets frustrating,” said Brownell.
Stepping into the lead meant Coughlan would need to be on set nearly every day for eight months straight. But if she was overwhelmed at first, she didn’t let on. “She just seemed so game and ready for anything on set,” said Brownell. “If anything, I just noticed how seriously she was taking her preparation.”
Coughlan was insightful and collaborative, said Brownell, sharing an endless stream of ideas about her character in a WhatsApp group chat with Newton and Brownell. She had suggestions for specific music cues and for Penelope’s makeover, which sees her ditching her tight red poodle curls and garish citrus-hued gowns for loose waves and cool blues and greens. Coughlan is also very plugged into the fandom, and she advocated for including a scene, important to novel readers, in which Penelope calls Colin “Mr. Bridgerton.”
As if that weren’t enough, she even found time to bake fresh Irish soda bread and bring it to set.
This season is “a lot lighter and more playful than we’ve been able to be in the past,” Brownell added. The writing leans into Coughlan’s strengths as a comedic performer, particularly her knack for awkward banter, a skill she deploys as Penelope throws herself into the London social season in a bid to find a husband.
Coughlan, who enjoyed being, as she put it, “the weirdo in the background” for the first two seasons of “Bridgerton” and who idolizes women like Tina Fey, Amy Poehler and Kristen Wiig, said it was a thrill “to play Penelope as goofy and terrible with men.”
Like Coughlan, Newton was nervous about filming the love scenes but found the anxiety quickly dissipated after the first take. “We both had a similar outlook — it’s like doing comedy because you’re having to put yourself out there and feel exposed and risk something,” said Newton (who watched “Hamilton” at Coughlan’s recommendation and loved it, just as she predicted.) Because of how these moments focus on consent and emotional intimacy, “It was essential that we were friends,” he said.
The co-stars were especially heartened to hear from a burly security guard named Dave who has worked on “Bridgerton” since Season 1 and was moved by the romance he watched them act out on set.
“He came to Luke and I and said, ‘I don’t normally watch shows like this. Something about this season is very special, and I’m very proud of you,’” Coughlan recalled.
For several weeks, Coughlan was filming “Bridgerton” and “Big Mood” at the same time. She coped with the stress by watching “Vanderpump Rules” from the beginning.
“It’s a testament to how nosy I am that I heard people talking about Scandoval, had no frame of reference and was like, ‘Well, I need to know,’” said Coughlan, now a superfan who recently threw a “Vanderpump”-themed housewarming party and made a beeline to take a selfie with Ariana Madix when she was at “SNL.” It’s not just escapism: She also finds creative inspiration in reality TV personalities, channeling some of Lala Kent’s mannerisms into her character in “Big Mood.” “You forget how f— weird people are, how bizarre they can be,” she said.
In January, Coughlan had not yet seen the new season of “Bridgerton.” But by phone in early May, she said she’d finally watched the episode in which Colin and Penelope sleep together, nervously, by herself in a hotel room. Once again, the anticipation was worse than the thing itself.
“I laughed and cried and I was like, ‘Oh, my God, it’s amazing,’” she said. “They’re not titillating just to be titillating, even though we hope they are sexy. There’s so much about female pleasure and positive sexual experiences, and we don’t get enough of that onscreen.”
Coughlan has reached a bittersweet crossroads on “Bridgerton,” now that her character’s big season has wrapped and she will soon return to being “the weirdo in the background.” But she has no regrets.
“We left it all on the pitch. There’s nothing I wanted to do this season that I didn’t get to do,” she said. “And that’s a rare thing.”
Source: https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/tv/story/2024-05-12/nicola-coughlan-bridgerton-season-3
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Fellow redditors - Id like to hear your opinion and advise about the separation I've recently had to make with my dad. It was one of the hardest decisions I've had to make, it meant that I'd not be around for family events or holidays. As a result of the trauma going on with my dad, I developed PTSD, anxiety disorder and depression. It's not ALL my dad but during therapy we've found a lot of it revolves around stuff with my dad. Therapy has been a shit show but I'm really making strides. I'm older now (f30) so alot or the trauma I've honestly pushed back so far in my brain that its extremely debilitating. I'll try my best to explain what's happened
Back story on my parents -my mom is completely deaf and my dad is hearing. My honest opinion is that my dad is a predator, they met at a wedding that was for my moms cousin and my dad's cousin so it was a family wedding. He went for the weakest person in the room (aka my mom) and married her. Ended up having 3 children including me. They did not have a good marriage, he controlled her money (only gave her 20$ to go out with her friends when he could have afforded to give her more), abusive emotionally and physically and forced her to be a stay at home mom. She lost all connections with her friends. Basically isolated so that she was easier to control. I know this because my mom and I have chatted about it several times before. She is really my only support that I have in my blood family. I've got amazing bonus family that truly loves me and treats me with kindness and respect so I've got plenty of other people there for me and in my corner.
My mom and I have always been close but me and my dad NEVER got along. I always had a feeling something was off and creepy-ish about him. Idk if creepy is the right word but something was definitely off about him. He takes naps 5 times a day literally, overweight and refuses to do things that involve him to be active.. it's really sad. I've tried to encourage him to loose weight simply bc I want more time with him in life and want him to be healthy but he is stuck in his ways. The best way to describe my dad is a narcissist. He could punch you in the face and turn around 5 seconds later and be like, " I didn't punch you in the face, you're crazy.. you're the problem." Ive had a similar situation happen with him and I, it was one of the most hurtful things he has honestly ever done. I'll explain what happened later on in the thread.
My childhood was pretty intense to say the least. I lived mostly with my mom and occasional weekends with my dad. I was in intensive therapy growing up, sometimes even in mental hospitals. I was misdiagnosed with bipolar at the time which would make sense why things never got better. They were prescribing meds that weren't working and turned me into a zombie. I was a wild kid, as most kids are. Sneaking out, drugs, bad friends ect. I wanted to feel something other than numb and those things I did made me feel something. Not a good way to handle things but I grew out of it. My poor mom having to deal with me! I feel awful now that I'm grown up and see what a little sh** I was. There's trauma with my mom as well but that is mainly bc she is deaf and I can't speak to her or hear her voice. I had to be her voice when we went out, interpreting for her everywhere we went. I didn't realize at the time that was damaging at times, it also resulted in me having to feel like I need to protect her. Not having a hearing mom is not easy but I still wouldn't change it for anything. I love her the way she is, hearing aides or not. She chose not to have them and I supported her, my dad did not feel the same. He forced her to get the surgery for implants, she tried them and took it out immediately. It just wasnt for her and my dad gave her SOOO much crap for it. I remember him degrading her and making her feel less than bc she couldn't speak or hear. She can speak but it's not words, it's just whatever sounds come out of her mouth.
Now for dad- this gets sticky. He has put his hands on me more times that I can count. Child protective services has been involved a lot in my life. I remember one time CPS telling my dad if he keeps putting his hands on his kids, he will loose all of us and my mom would suffer from the decision as well. My dad even went as far as telling me I WAS THE REASON CPS got involved (crazy talk...). Like I was the one putting my hands on my kids and lying about it. My mom had taken pictures of the marks he left on us to try and fight it in Court, somehow he won. The court was involved because my mom tried to take us kids to Illinois to try and get away from him but he filed with the courts to take us back home. It ended up with us uprooting again. He was awfully to us kids, my mom did her best to try and protect us but she also failed. He had control over my mom so when he told her to do something, she did it even after their divorce. This was mainly after we were forced back home where my dad was living.
My mom's whole family lives in Illinois but my dad's in another state. I always wondered what my life would be like now if my mom won in court and we got to start our new lives in Illinois. My mom would have had a backbone AKA her family and so would I. I have cousins, aunts, uncles, even aunts/uncles from my dad's side out there. Anyway. Fast forward to about 7 years ago. Me and my dad's relationship was rocky but not broken yet, I had hope we could make some changes but that's not how this played out. I met my husband 10ish years ago who is my knight in shining armor, he has always been EXTREMELY protective over me and my feelings. The moment I start crying he will get mad and ask how did it to me or what happened. Best husband anyone could ever ask for.
Well, when we had our wedding, we had asked my dad to be in charge of the music for the ceremony and reception. He agreed and asked me to come over and add the music I wanted in the playlist. The hubs and I pulled up and walked up the driveway where my dad was already standing. I came up to him as usual and went in to give him a hug. He made a face towards me, hugged me and then said, "what's up with your face? It's so bad jamie!!" No greeting, no "how are you doing," nothing... Just an insult. I had acne at the time due to hormonal changes that I was treating with a doctor and is something I was REALLY self conscious about. My husband knew how self conscious I was and saw the tears stream down my face. Immediately he turned to my dad and said, "how would you feel if I called you a fat a?! You fat fu" That started a big fight between me, my dad and my husband so it ended with us storming off and uninviting him to our wedding.
That was the start of the worst wedding story I've heard and it happened to me. I text my dad the night of the wedding and told him he could come if he could behave like a normal functioning human and no insult me or my wedding guests. He text me back and said he would be there. The day of the wedding, my mom was tasked with making the wedding cake but things happened so she ended up having to make cupcakes (my hubs was NOT happy about this, he would have paid for a cake if he knew he was getting ordinary cupcakes for our wedding.) she did the best she could so I let that go. I had a rental car so me and the hubs could drive off to our honeymoon in Vegas the day after the wedding and my mom was driving my car. All my bridesmaids and mom got ready upstairs in the bride suite at the wedding hall, it was a beautiful moment with my mama I'll always Cherish and hold close to my heart. She made my veil the night before, help me put it on the day of the wedding and of course helped me get my dress on. I had one of my bridesmaids run down stairs to see if my dad was at the wedding hall since the ceremony started in 5 mins. He wasn't there, neither was my brothers who were also groomsmen. My mom waived me towards the stairs to wait until my grand entrance, now we are 5 mins late and holding the wedding off until my dad and brothers got there. To this day I regret waiting... 30 mins go by they still aren't there. I quit smoking but that was one of those, " give me a cig, Im loosing my shit" moments.
Once my dad and brothers arrived about 40ish minutes late, the wedding started. At this time, the wedding music should have started so the bride aka me could enter. My dad STARTS PLAYING LED ZEPPELIN!! FOR MY ENTRANCE SONG!! first of all, I don't mind Led Zeppelin but I was FURIOUS that the wedding song wasn't playing. The wedding was held of AGAIN for another 20 mins for my dad to figure out why the songs weren't playing. My blood was boiling at this point, my dad couldn't figure it out so the wedding hall set up a boom box and connected her phone so we could have the wedding music play. My dads excuse for showing up late was that my brother wouldn't get out of bed.... and was a reason to miss his daughters wedding? At this point my makeup is messed up, my hair started to get uncurled and I'm sweating profusely. I was a hot mess, my mom was rubbing my shoulder telling me it's ok and to think about the end result - marrying the man of my dreams. She had a point so throughout the wedding, my dad was completely ignored by me, the hubs and the majority of the wedding guests. My husband's family does not like my dad, he didn't prioritize his daughter on the most special day of her life. !His family was there for me every step of the way and super supportive of our marriage. His grandpa was the officiant, it was really cool!
Now, fast forward again to about 1 year ago when the breakdown of me and my dad's relationship really started. On Christmas, my dad and my family was sitting by a fire outside having a good ol time getting drunk af. It was actually fun, all the way up until my dad blurts out of the blue, "man your mom is a freaking bword she called CPS on me bc your mom said I was touching you kids." My PTSD truly kicked in and I shut down, I couldn't even comment. I was shocked and so was my husband, we made our exit shortly after that. The car ride home was me video calling my mom to get her side of the story. I guess when we were kids all the way up until our early tens, my dad would have us get in the Jacuzzi but naked and he would play the "alligator," game which entailed bitting our butts under water and pinching my brothers private parts. The really bad memories flooded in and was a lot to handle. At that point, things got worse. At least for me and my PTSD. I wasn't in counseling or on meds at this time so once all this unfolded, I forced myself back into therapy and meds. I'm now doing a ton better!
In counseling we found that I was misdiagnosed and now that we know the true diagnosis, they can treat me appropriately. EMDR therapy is the next step but my counselor is prepping me for that as it's really intense. She advised that I should disconnect from my dad as the trauma is too severe and he isn't willing to keep it positive when you're around. I needed to surround myself with positive people and avoid conflict as it's a major trigger for me. People in general are tbh but I'm working on that. I took her advice and completely disconnected, once I did that I was the happiest I've ever been for the last year. Even though I was dealing with the mental issues, they were easier to deal with when he wasn't occupying space in my brain or my life. There's a lot of things that I'm not going to list here as it's hard for me to talk about but maybe some day I can be healed enough to talk about it. My dad is no longer apart of my life, it really sucks but my therapist helped me see that he provided nothing positive in my life and it's time to choose me for once. This is all I have for you all now but hopefully I can get some good opinions and advice! Thanks reddit!

I live in hyderabad from more than 13-14 yrs but we were army personal so did not buy house we used to live in army quarters and in 2014 my dad retired and we started living in civil area on rent and its been almost 10 yrs and 4 houses we have shifted. I did all my schooling here and i appeared for neet this yr... Now for neet state counseling I need domicile certificate and i am not sure how do i get it. I am doubtful if i would even get a domicile or not? I have some questions 1) own house is required for domicile? 2) do we have to change address in adhar card? 3) I have sc certificate of bihar is it valid here? 4) is domicile necessary or we can submit 10th and 12th result card?
If anyone has any idea plzz respond I am trying to gather information but everything I get to know I find contradiction abt it and it really stress me out.

I live in hyderabad from more than 13-14 yrs but we were army personal so did not buy house we used to live in army quarters and in 2014 my dad retired and we started living in civil area on rent and its been almost 10 yrs and 4 houses we have shifted. I did all my schooling here and i appeared for neet this yr... Now for neet state counseling I need domicile certificate and i am not sure how do i get it. I am doubtful if i would even get a domicile or not? I have some questions 1) own house is required for domicile? 2) do we have to change address in adhar card? 3) I have sc certificate of bihar is it valid here? 4) is domicile necessary or we can submit 10th and 12th result card?
If anyone has any idea plzz respond I am trying to gather information but everything I get to know I find contradiction abt it and it really stress me out.

Now Mind you I know it’s farfetched to begin with but I am overweight, had surgery for gallbladder removal (I had the documentation for it) and I’m 5150 I know it’s a hot mess but right now I’m starting college and always wanted to enlist in the military and I wanted to join the army but I also really like the navy, being a corpsman seems really cool or even trying to be a pilot which is way out there but it’s something I want to do.
I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital for a week for suicide attempt about 2 years ago and have been doing great since but because of it I am not allowed to own firearms until 2028 (safe year to bet on) so about 5 years and I’ve been talking to recruiters even after I was supposed to be grandfathered into the army when I was attempting to enlist I got about a 58 on my asvab and was ready to go but I smoked weed and ended that for myself AGAIN A HOT MESS I KNOW but I’ve been completely clean for about 2 years now and wish to hopefully try again to enlist after college so that I can at least have one or the other in terms of opportunities
I read that I would need an evaluation of my psyche and all that but that was on a post from 3 years ago, I fear with how meps is now I’ll never be able to enlist again and would like to know if I have some hope or if I’m just royally fucked, my psyche is great and personally I’m thriving I’m living my life free of drugs and alcohol, I’m dieting to lose weight too because I’m still overweight and would just like to know if I have a shot at joining or not lol

AITAH for holding a grudge against a deceased person!
Back in 2011, I was a PFC in the Army and 21 days back from my first combat tour to Afghanistan I got married! I was faithful, we were good financially, however; my ex wife wouldn’t touch me or be intimate. So I tried church, marriage counseling, going on dates, and simple things. My ex wife would say I was the one with the issues and that, I needed to go to therapy however; no man can make a marriage work alone! So fast forward to about 2 months later I sent my wife back to our home state and decided it was best to move on amicably! However; in the pit of my stomach I had a feeling that the math wasn’t mathing and I could feel in the pit of my gut their was some infidelity with my best man aka my favorite cousin! Long story short I asked him had he ever done anything with her. If he did please come clean as I would forgive and forget and just get a divorce. Long story short he lied and said no and put it on our grandmother’s grave, one day, I received a call from his mom, who is now deceased and she was more or less phishing for information asking me how my marriage was going, what was I dealing with as well as, when I opened up to her, she said that she wishes their was something she could say to make me feel better. Overall though, internally she knew that her son had been sleeping with my wife and lied to me about it the whole time I was married. Fast forward to 3 days later my mother confessed that she was informed by my cousin who called me she knew the whole time. As well as she confirmed the infidelity I always suspected. After getting a divorce I know longer communicated with that family member, his mother, brother, or grandmother as I believe that they were all guilty. In 2016 I received a call from my mom informing me, that my cousin had passed away from an overdose. Which internally I didn’t care because l believe this person was receiving their karma! It has been 8 years and to this day I believe this person is guilty for the role they played in lying to me. Am I the asshole for still holding a grudge although they passed away!

Back in 2011, I was a PFC in the Army and 21 days back from my first combat tour to Afghanistan I got married! I was faithful, we were good financially, however; my ex wife wouldn’t touch me or be intimate. So I tried church, marriage counseling, going on dates, and simple things. My ex wife would say I was the one with the issues and that, I needed to go to therapy however; no man can make a marriage work alone! So fast forward to about 2 months later I sent my wife back to our home state and decided it was best to move on amicably! However; in the pit of my stomach I had a feeling that the math wasn’t mathing and I could feel in the pit of my gut their was some infidelity with my best man aka my favorite cousin! Long story short I asked him had he ever done anything with her. If he did please come clean as I would forgive and forget and just get a divorce. Long story short he lied and said no and put it on our grandmother’s grave, one day, I received a call from his mom, who is now deceased and she was more or less phishing for information asking me how my marriage was going, what was I dealing with as well as, when I opened up to her, she said that she wishes their was something she could say to make me feel better. Overall though, internally she knew that her son had been sleeping with my wife and lied to me about it the whole time I was married. Fast forward to 3 days later my mother confessed that she was informed by my cousin who called me she knew the whole time. As well as she confirmed the infidelity I always suspected. After getting a divorce I know longer communicated with that family member, his mother, brother, or grandmother as I believe that they were all guilty. In 2016 I received a call from my mom informing me, that my cousin had passed away from an overdose. Which internally I didn’t care because l believe this person was receiving their karma! It has been 8 years and to this day I believe this person is guilty for the role they played in lying to me. Am I the asshole for still holding a grudge although they passed away!

I got out almost 3 years ago and was a stay at home dad for a while. I finally started working again and drinking never was a big part of my military experience but I did participate nonetheless.
I had the chance to go out with friends from work on a Friday night. They knew I opened at 6 on the following morning so they asked if I was okay to go out and I was positive I’d be fine. We had a great time and around 2 am, I’m poured into a cab (paid for by my friends) and I get home, sleep, wake up at 5:30 and I’m at work ready to go. I feel alright. I didn’t even have to run 2-3 miles before going into work so I’m HAPPY to be working with a hangover.
It gets shaky when my coworker, who’s going through AA, walks past me and smells the Jack Daniel’s subdistillary that seems to be burning the midnight oil through my pores. She tells me I need to go home immediately and I shouldn’t have even driven to work. I felt fine. I was a little hungover but nothing pedialyte hasn’t fixed before. I think I can file some paperwork. Besides, the bosses don’t come in on weekends.
So here I am thinking, we could’ve been getting back from the bar as we pull up to PT formation, as long as we’re in the right place, time, uniform and don’t ACTIVELY have a bottle in your mouth, the army (people who send numbers to the people who really don’t care) doesn’t give a damn.
Idk. Civilians take life so seriously. I made a joke about picking the wrong branch and when they asked which one I wanted to join originally I said “oh no the wrong tree branch” and I was recommended to go to counseling by HR. I can’t stand these MFs

Hey all. I’ve been lurking around this sub for the last few months and immensely appreciate everything you do to foster a community of empathy and non-judgmental encouragement. I’ve talked with my therapist about some of this already, but I really need to vent to people who understand what it’s like to live like this.
Some background: I started having unpredictable and uncontrollable acid reflux symptoms about a year ago and was being treated for GERD until last December, when I had an upper endoscopy that basically ruled out GERD as my issue. Started following a GP diet recommended by my GI in February and finally started to feel relief. GES in March determined a “mild delay in solid gastric emptying” (100% retain after 1h but down to 10% after 4h). Since then, I’ve continued the diet but struggled to get more than 1100 calories in a day. My PCP referred me to a registered dietician for nutrition counseling to help me figure out what my daily goals should be. Met with her last Wednesday and definitely came away with some good info, but my anxiety and depression have skyrocketed since trying to satisfy the criteria she gave me.
I’ve been extremely fortunate so far to have relatively mild symptoms (no vomiting, just nausea and eternal fullness with some unpredictable reflux), but I’ve also been very cautious and strictly avoiding foods on the “no” list, like sticking to baby food for fruit/veg. My main objectives with nutrition counseling were 1) get actual numbers I should be shooting for with macros, fiber, etc., 2) get advice on which foods could be safe to reintroduce to my diet and how to go about it, and 3) find out some new ideas for food combos and choices that I hadn’t thought of yet.
I got 1 and feel great about that. But 2 and 3 got pretty fucked when she told me to cut gluten for a month. And dairy, too. And no more juice. And stay away from the applesauce fruit/veg pouches because the acid bothers some people. And find the time and energy in a day to compose and consume six well-balanced mini meals that meet all of the GP diet criteria plus these new curveballs. Never mind that a blood test and endoscopy both indicate I don’t have celiac (yes I know about false negatives and non-celiac gluten intolerance), let’s just wipe out an entire group of my safe foods and I’ll throw away $50+ per shopping trip attempting to replace all my staples with equivalents that are usually both high fat and high fiber. It’s not like I have tens of thousands of dollars in student loan debt, over a thousand in medical bills to cover all these tests, rent, a car payment, insurance, pets, and a job I haven’t gotten a raise at in 2 years because the board of investors doesn’t see my position as valuable. “It’s so easy to go gluten-free these days!” Suck my ass.
I have never been so paralyzed by anxiety about food (and I’ve had emetophobia my entire life ffs). I can’t remember the last time I was genuinely excited about eating, because now it’s what I dread more than anything. I’ve lost 25lb+ since December (which has certainly been welcome because I was about 15lb overweight, but I can’t feel proud of how I got here). My whole life revolves around food decisions just to stay alive because there is no joy. I’m standing in my kitchen right now waiting for the acid in my throat to recede enough so I can comfortably lie down and go to sleep so that I can wake up tomorrow and do this shit all over again. Because logically I know that’s the only way I’ll figure things out, and I know that the advice is generally good for a person whose brain isn’t hardwired to treat every suggestion as a rule I must follow in order to be a “good patient.” But goddamnit I just want to crawl into a hole and be done with everything.
*edited to clarify that she is an RD, not just a nutritionist! Missed that last night

I'm in need of an outside perspective here. Little bit of background about us, we are both early 30's, no kids, married 5 years, together 8.
Last summer I found out my wife posted on reddit asking for advice, and said post was 2 years old. Instead of trying to explain it, I'll just paste the content on here. She had deleted it but the detective in me found a way to retrieve it. I apologize if this is a long read.
Does he lust for me or not? HELP
"Hi, I am kinda needing some advice regarding a man who I work with. Just a bit of background, we do not work at the same company - he has an office next to ours and is in the army. I am 28f, married, good looking. He is 41m, married, and decent looking. I'm very friendly so we started talking about random stuff like metal music which we are into. It's evolved into this "flirty" type discussions. He's asked me lots about my life like my age, where I live, what my husband does for work, etc. I figured he wanted to know more about me. The other day I was in his office talking and he casually gets up and grabs his lotion and starts applying it on his leg (he pulled his pants up) and he has a bunch of tattoos on his leg. Was this showing off or just applying oil to his tattoos mid conversation? Idk. He is married but never talks about his married life. He smiles at me when I come by to see him. He must be flattered a 28 yr old is interested in him. We've talked for long periods of times and his body language is always relaxed like leaning against his door or in his chair. So there COULD be signs of a 'crush'. how can I know for sure he is interested and how would I know how far he is willing to go?
I am happily married but dig his attention, he's charming, decent looking and I am somewhat crushing on him too, though I don't think it'll go anywhere. But I can't tell you how I would react if he kisses me - will I back off and set that boundary or pounce on him with raging hormones because as a woman we love that attention and to be desired? The wonders of the unknown.
Men, what do you think? How can I find out how he sees me without asking in a direct way?"
The comments themselves were not deleted. She wrote in one of them:
"I'm shy and don't think I'll make any move but I'm not sure if he'd try. I don't think so unless he is really sure I like him and not just flirting. Sometimes it's only me and him on our floor down in the basement of the building - so it's easy. I know I am playing with fire but I don't know why I love the attention and flirty discussions with him. Growing up my dad never gave me attention, my exes left me when I was overweight and my husband is great but that "gleam" in his eyes in the beginning has disappeared, he isn't enamored by me anymore which happens in most marriages after the honeymoon phase. I'm good looking for my age and in shape now so I have more confidence this time and I like flaunting it with him"
Another comment : "lol chill girl I wasn't the one who stole your man, and like I mentioned on my post 'it might not go anywhere' and 'I dont know what I'll do if he kisses me' maybe i'd automatically feel guilt and will ask him to stop...IDK. I am just wondering if by the signs I mentioned above - he is interested. He is a Christian with kids and has morals so who knows if he would even go that far - but I have not dated in a while and wondering what are the signs a married man is interested in another woman. Geez. Flirting is flirting and we dont talk personal stuff, its mostly music, our work, food, etc just general topics for now"
Now, along with this, I also found "progress pictures" she had posted a few months prior to this, also on reddit. First post was legit, but the second was a nude she had sent me while I was overseas, with her privates edited and covered by some hearts. Her inbox had a few horny dudes who messaged her, and she flirted back with a couple of them.
We are now 10 months after I found all of this out. I still cannot believe this all happened, it feels like someone else wrote this, not my wife. On that day I fucking blew up, told her I needed time to reflect on all this. After questioning her she insisted nothing happened, she was just fantasizing and regretted it immediately after she posted it. That the guy in question used to call her "kid" and had no romantic interest towards her. The pictures were because she felt the need to be validated, and that she hardly remembered posting these. I eventually told her to move out and that we were going to live apart for a while, because that's what I thought I needed. We stayed in contact the whole time, which I now realize was probably a mistake.
She has recently issued an ultimatum, by next month I have to make the decision of getting back with her, or we are done. She said it in a friendly way, which I think fucks with my mind even more. She keeps saying that we have to work on our marriage together to save it, and that living apart is not solving anything. Asking me to read relationship books on how to be a better partner, article about love languages, things that have nothing to do with what she did. Telling me about guys that hit on her, like this shit is supposed to help her gain my trust back.
We were trying for a kid before all of this happened. Her biological clock is ticking, so I understand that she won't wait several years in limbo waiting for me to get over what she did. I know she will want to start trying for a kid again if I agree to reconcile, as she made that pretty clear. For me that is way too early to even consider that kind of commitment.
She has broken something that I am not sure can ever be fixed, but at the same time I still love her deeply, and deep down am hoping that there is a slim chance reconciliation might be possible. What the fuck is wrong with me? Has she found a way to hack my brain, or am I just being a chump? Since last year I have pretty much not been sober for a single day, drowning all of this with heavy drinking. Now 2 weeks sober, with a clear head and starting to see things in a different light. Realizing it might be over, and it hurts so fucking much. IC is out of the question for me due to financial reasons, so I guess I just needed to share this and get some outside perspective. Thanks for reading if you made it to the end.
EDIT: Forgot a couple things since I was trying to keep this short.
We are now living in another state, so her job and co-worker at the time is out of the picture, if that means anything.
According to my wife, her need for validation and fantasizing was due to my lack of attention towards her, mostly due to my line of work and stoic personality. There was a lot of tears, apologizing and telling me she had looked for it in all the wrong places. At the time the post was made (3 years ago), I was working a very physical job in the trades and either coming home physically exhausted, or working late doing side gigs. I won't deny the fact that I could've dedicated more time and effort towards our marriage instead of work, but at the same time I would've liked her to bring this up to me at the time and ask me to get my shit together, instead of trying to find that attention outside our marriage.
She has done some counseling on her end, maybe 2-3 sessions total and has not really shared what came out of it with me. She wanted us to get couple's counseling but I refused at the time. I just wanted time by myself to decide if this was the person I wanted to share the rest of my life with and have children, not work on our relationship. Not sure if that was the right call but that's the one I made. She has read books, mostly relationship and self help, and says we both need to work on our flaws. According to her, mine is not sharing my feelings and showing enough affection. There might be some truth in that, as I tend to not be the love letter and flowers type, at least not as often as she'd like. Again, if that was such an issue it could've been something for me to work on.
She has not admitted to anything else other than what I found out on my own, and insists that she would've never done anything to risk losing me. That is probably the part that bothers me the most. I am either very good at finding shit out, or there is more than I will probably never know.
Also, I have told her since day one that any infidelity on her part was a one and fucking done deal. She knew it, and I expected the same from myself. Yet here I am today. Easier said than done I guess.
Thanks a lot for all the great input internet strangers.

I'm in need of an outside perspective here. Little bit of background about us, we are both early 30's, no kids, married 5 years, together 8.
Last summer I found out my wife posted on reddit asking for advice, and said post was 2 years old. Instead of trying to explain it, I'll just paste the content on here. She had deleted it but the detective in me found a way to retrieve it. I apologize if this is a long read.
Does he lust for me or not? HELP
"Hi, I am kinda needing some advice regarding a man who I work with. Just a bit of background, we do not work at the same company - he has an office next to ours and is in the army. I am 28f, married, good looking. He is 41m, married, and decent looking. I'm very friendly so we started talking about random stuff like metal music which we are into. It's evolved into this "flirty" type discussions. He's asked me lots about my life like my age, where I live, what my husband does for work, etc. I figured he wanted to know more about me. The other day I was in his office talking and he casually gets up and grabs his lotion and starts applying it on his leg (he pulled his pants up) and he has a bunch of tattoos on his leg. Was this showing off or just applying oil to his tattoos mid conversation? Idk. He is married but never talks about his married life. He smiles at me when I come by to see him. He must be flattered a 28 yr old is interested in him. We've talked for long periods of times and his body language is always relaxed like leaning against his door or in his chair. So there COULD be signs of a 'crush'. how can I know for sure he is interested and how would I know how far he is willing to go?
I am happily married but dig his attention, he's charming, decent looking and I am somewhat crushing on him too, though I don't think it'll go anywhere. But I can't tell you how I would react if he kisses me - will I back off and set that boundary or pounce on him with raging hormones because as a woman we love that attention and to be desired? The wonders of the unknown.
Men, what do you think? How can I find out how he sees me without asking in a direct way?"
The comments themselves were not deleted. She wrote in one of them:
"I'm shy and don't think I'll make any move but I'm not sure if he'd try. I don't think so unless he is really sure I like him and not just flirting. Sometimes it's only me and him on our floor down in the basement of the building - so it's easy. I know I am playing with fire but I don't know why I love the attention and flirty discussions with him. Growing up my dad never gave me attention, my exes left me when I was overweight and my husband is great but that "gleam" in his eyes in the beginning has disappeared, he isn't enamored by me anymore which happens in most marriages after the honeymoon phase. I'm good looking for my age and in shape now so I have more confidence this time and I like flaunting it with him"
Another comment : "lol chill girl I wasn't the one who stole your man, and like I mentioned on my post 'it might not go anywhere' and 'I dont know what I'll do if he kisses me' maybe i'd automatically feel guilt and will ask him to stop...IDK. I am just wondering if by the signs I mentioned above - he is interested. He is a Christian with kids and has morals so who knows if he would even go that far - but I have not dated in a while and wondering what are the signs a married man is interested in another woman. Geez. Flirting is flirting and we dont talk personal stuff, its mostly music, our work, food, etc just general topics for now"
Now, along with this, I also found "progress pictures" she had posted a few months prior to this, also on reddit. First post was legit, but the second was a nude she had sent me while I was overseas, with her privates edited and covered by some hearts. Her inbox had a few horny dudes who messaged her, and she flirted back with a couple of them.
We are now 10 months after I found all of this out. I still cannot believe this all happened, it feels like someone else wrote this, not my wife. On that day I fucking blew up, told her I needed time to reflect on all this. After questioning her she insisted nothing happened, she was just fantasizing and regretted it immediately after she posted it. That the guy in question used to call her "kid" and had no romantic interest towards her. The pictures were because she felt the need to be validated, and that she hardly remembered posting these. I eventually told her to move out and that we were going to live apart for a while, because that's what I thought I needed. We stayed in contact the whole time, which I now realize was probably a mistake.
She has recently issued an ultimatum, by next month I have to make the decision of getting back with her, or we are done. She said it in a friendly way, which I think fucks with my mind even more. She keeps saying that we have to work on our marriage together to save it, and that living apart is not solving anything. Asking me to read relationship books on how to be a better partner, article about love languages, things that have nothing to do with what she did. Telling me about guys that hit on her, like this shit is supposed to help her gain my trust back.
We were trying for a kid before all of this happened. Her biological clock is ticking, so I understand that she won't wait several years in limbo waiting for me to get over what she did. I know she will want to start trying again if I agree to reconcile. For me that is way too early to even consider that kind of commitment.
She has broken something that I am not sure can ever be fixed, but at the same time I still love her deeply, and deep down am hoping that there is a slim chance reconciliation might be possible. What the fuck is wrong with me? Has she found a way to hack my brain, or am I just being a chump? Since last year I have pretty much not been sober for a single day, drowning all of this with heavy drinking. Now 2 weeks sober, with a clear head and starting to see things in a different light. Realizing it might be over, and it hurts so fucking much. IC is out of the question for me due to financial reasons, so I guess I just needed to share this and get some outside perspective. Thanks for reading if you made it to the end.
EDIT: Forgot a couple things since I was trying to keep this short.
We are now living in another state, so her job and co-worker at the time is out of the picture, if that means anything.
According to my wife, her need for validation and fantasizing was due to my lack of attention towards her, mostly due to my line of work and stoic personality. There was a lot of tears, apologizing and telling me she had looked for it in all the wrong places. At the time the post was made (3 years ago), I was working a very physical job in the trades and either coming home physically exhausted, or working late doing side gigs. I won't deny the fact that I could've dedicated more time and effort towards our marriage instead of work, but at the same time I would've liked her to bring this up to me at the time and ask me to get my shit together, instead of trying to find that attention outside our marriage.
She has done some counseling on her end, maybe 2-3 sessions total and has not really shared what came out of it with me. She wanted us to get couple's counseling but I refused at the time. I just wanted time by myself to decide if this was the person I wanted to share the rest of my life with and have children, not work on our relationship. Not sure if that was the right call but that's the one I made. She has read books, mostly relationship and self help, and says we both need to work on our flaws. According to her, mine is not sharing my feelings and showing enough affection. There might be some truth in that, as I tend to not be the love letter and flowers type, at least not as often as she'd like. Again, if that was such an issue it could've been something for me to work on.
She has not admitted to anything else other than what I found out on my own, and insists that she would've never done anything to risk losing me. That is probably the part that bothers me the most. I am either very good at finding shit out, or there is more than I will probably never know.
Also, I have told her since day one that any infidelity on her part was a one and fucking done deal. She knew it, and I expected the same from myself. Yet here I am today. Easier said than done I guess.
Thanks a lot for all the great input internet strangers.

The Admiral's office was large and well-appointed but far too stuffy for Astoran's tastes.
He adjusted his gold-fringed purple shawl of office and sipped at a glass of fortified water, focusing on the Admiral's words rather than his own discomfort. With a final indignant fluff of his feathers, he settled into the Grav seat's cushions, convinced she'd cranked the heat up just to be rude. Everyone knew Farstars preferred moderate climates, and Fleet Commanders resented Inquisitors poking about their business.
"Wars have always been fought as a mere formality for the Galactic Council's loose collection of member nations," Admiral Tykan said. "More theatrics than malice. A show of strength and grandeur for the masses, if you will."
Astoran sat facing the Admiral's opal inlaid Blackwood desk, lacquered and polished until it shone like glass. His avian features were purposely composed, a sea of unshakeable serenity as was appropriate for an Inquisitor of the Tower, only an expression of mild interest on his face.
The Admiral continued. "Armies would show up, fight, and if your side lost, well, you paid some reparations, maybe a tribute, signed a treaty and that was that. Everyone got back to the business of governing a nation and turning a profit. War's are expensive, you know? And not the province of madmen or savages.” She bore into his eyes. “War is a precision tool to acquire better trade agreements or squeeze more land into your borders. More often than not just saber rattling to soothe wounded pride. Nothing more. Nothing like this."
"What changed, Admiral?" Astoran adjusted his spectacles, not that he needed such to see; they were a decorative piece, something he fancied lent him an air of wisdom and enlightenment.
Admiral Tykan stood with her four big hands clasped below the sharp crest that ran down her back, gazing through the large oval window of her office overlooking Fleet's vast Orbital Shipyards.
"I've always found this view to be breathtaking," she said without turning to face the Inquisitor, ignoring his question. "Don't you agree?"
Astoran peered past the Admiral's bulky frame at the vast blue curvature of Kalastar floating in the begemmed blackness behind the shipyards. The faint suggestion of greenish-blue continents peeked from beneath swirls of clouds. An arresting scene for anyone.
"It is a striking view," he agreed, but only out of politeness. He wasn't here to discuss the scenery, no matter how inspiring.
A mile-long Fleet battle cruiser eased past outside the window, briefly obstructing his view of Kalastar. He adjusted his spectacles and asked again. "What changed as it pertains to this war, Admiral? Why is this particular conflict so costly? Both in terms of equipment and lives spent? Where does the failure begin?"
Admiral Tykan stiffened, then her head slowly turned to peer at him with one slitted green eye over her shoulder. Astoran drew back from that gaze and swallowed hard. The Admiral was built like a Sollossan rhino, a Golorian famed across the Galactic Council for her volatile temperament.
"Are you implying that this catastrophe is somehow Fleet command's fault?" Her voice was more than tart. It was hostile. "I'll ask you to leave my office right now—"
"No, no," he was quick to say. "Nothing like that, Admiral. Nothing like that. The Consuls of the Tower are only trying to understand how Fleet has lost more ships and their crews in the past six months than all the conflicts of the past two centuries combined. How is this possible? What has changed?"
Admiral Tykan snorted and turned her gaze back to the window. "Your politicians are truly disconnected from the realities of the galaxy around them, aren’t they?” She drew in a deep breath, then continued. "What happened, you ask? I'll tell you plain. You in the Tower misjudged the humans. That is what happened. You sit in the safety of your halls and play at politics while we in Fleet meet the enemy on the field. I told you then, and I say it now, we should have found another way with this species. They are stubborn beyond stubborn, bullheaded enough to teach rocks to sing. And their technology is cutting edge. You don't make war with such creatures."
"Surely these humans are not so difficult as all that," the idea seemed utterly preposterous to the Inquisitor. "We've faced staunch resistance before and prevailed. The simulations—"
"Not like this," Admiral Tykan cut him off. "Forget your simulations."
She considered what she knew of humans. They were formidable but not more than the Gheck, or the Palstars, both warrior cultures of old. Humans were not monstrous creatures that swarmed with animal ferocity. What set them apart was their gritty will to win. If one of their armies was defeated, they did not simply retire to await terms. They regrouped and came back, again and again, until Council forces wept at sight of them. Humans refused to lose. She admired that.
"The Arillen Sector," she said. "called Sol by the humans, was the next parcel of space to be brought into the fold."
The Inquisitor nodded impatiently, sipping his water. "Yes, yes. As it should be."
"I'll skip to Fleet's failure to gain more than a foothold in the expansion,” the admiral said dryly. “That is why you're here, yes?"
The Inquisitor nodded and began making odd gestures. "I'll be taking notes, personal thoughts in the moment, and I must inform you that our conversation is being recorded in an official capacity."
Admiral Tykan waved this away as unimportant. "Let me start by saying humans do not observe the well-established conventions of war as any polite and civilized society should." She moved away from the window, crossed the office to a black opal liquor cabinet surrounded by holos of plants from her homeworld, and poured herself a drink. "As you know, six months ago, the Writ came down from the Council Tower approving the expansion into the Arillen sector."
She lifted the cut crystal glass with two fingers' worth of dark liquid lapping inside, "Whiskey," she said. "A human delicacy, I'm told."
She paced a circle, sipping the drink and gathering her thoughts. "We at Fleet made generous offers on several occasions for their kind to submit to the Council." Ice clinked in the crystal glass when she took a sip. "Each time we offered, they politely refused. We've dealt with stubborn species in the past, so no one gave it much thought and the next steps in diplomacy were mapped out. The expansion must go on, yes? So the Tower decided an expeditionary campaign into the Sol system was in order. They believed a few token battles would be sufficient to convince the humans that joining us was the only way, despite my counsel to the contrary. Then the diplomats would be brought in to negotiate the finer points of a treaty and Sol's absorption into civilized society."
The Inquisitor made notes on his integrated holographic HUD with slight gestures of his talons that made it seem he was pawing at the air. Tykan stifled a laugh and covered the slip by taking another drink.
"What next?" he said.
The Admiral's great shoulders rose with an indrawn breath, "The Fleet mobilized, descended on Sol, and the campaign began with a siege of their Utopia defense ring. Things went fairly well at the start. Yet nothing sets a human's jaw more than a knife in the back I’m told. And that's how they saw our expansion - an unprovoked sneak attack. So they beat the drums of war."
"They refused to come to terms?" Astoran said, his eyes absent as he made his notes but still seeming surprised. "What of trade treaties?"
"Our offers fell on deaf ears. But the Tower was confident that within two months, the humans would see the logical course was to come into the fold like so many others before them."
"But that didn't happen," the Inquisitor said, still taking notes. "So it was an error at the political level? Diplomatic? We need to know the exact cause so we can correct it in the future."
"The error," Admiral Tykan said. "Was to claim their space as our own. From what few humans we've managed to capture, I've learned that they do not see war as we do, as a tool of trade. When they fight, especially in response to an unprovoked sneak attack, it is an all or nothing bet. They do not stop until it is done.” She stopped, lowered her glass and swirled its contents. “They have a saying in such cases, I’m told. Winner takes it all."
The Inquisitor stopped his notes and blinked behind his spectacles. "What does that mean, Admiral? Winner takes all of what?"
Admiral Tykan tossed back her glass with a growling sound of appreciation. Then casually flung it across the office and ignored the crystalline cubes that scattered over her prized Oredellen Gold thread rug.
"Just what I said," she sat down behind her desk and regarded the Inquisitor with unreadable eyes. Even the fine scales that drew a line down her forehead to her snout remained an impassive green and blue. "Winner takes it all. They fight until they have it all. All our systems, all our wealth. All our joy. They don't believe in slavery, so that is not a concern. But if victorious, they will impose harsh reparations. We would become their vassals in all but name."
Admiral Tykan had the brief satisfaction of watching abject horror spread over the Inquisitor's face. Now he understood. Maybe. She drove reality home to the hilt. "They will not surrender or come to terms. Not ever. They will fight until the threat to their way of life has been neutralized. There will be no trade treaties, no matter how generous, to end the fighting with Sol."
Astoran was speechless.
He could only stare at her, beak working in silent disbelief. "But, that isn't how wars are fought, Admiral. Everyone knows that."
"Isn't it?" She grunted. "Seems someone forgot to tell the humans that fact."
The Inquisitor blinked his beady bird's eyes at her. "But they are hopelessly outmatched. Why not simply acknowledge that and get on with the business of trade treaties and everyone making money?"
"Are they?” The admiral sat back in her chair. “Forget what you think you know, Inquisitor. Humans defy expectations. They are a small power, true. But growing and tenacious as a Ghast hound and twice as stubborn. The best that can be expected is an endless state of war. None in the Tower want that. It's terrible for business. Now ask the rest of your questions and be quick about it. I am very busy. There's a war on, you know?"
The Inquisitor's expression grew bleaker with each question the Admiral answered. And his beak paled from bright orange to pallid yellow. When he finally left Admiral Tykan's office, it was with thoroughly ruffled feathers and a firm understanding that the only mistake on Fleet's part was attacking the humans in the first place. The Tower's mistake was thinking to annex the Arillen Sector through force of arms.
Long after Astoran had taken his leave, Admiral Tykan stood at her window watching ships flit past in the Orbital fortress yard framed by the luminous planet beyond. The inquiry was over, but the answers she'd given and the disturbing thoughts they'd conjured still haunted her. Could humans actually fight their way to the heart of the Council, as Astoran had asked? Could they threaten the Council's gates? What a horrifying thought. What was to be done with an enemy who refused to lose? Or consider terms? How could the Council make them see that it was in everyone's best interests for Sol to submit to the trade treaties and come into the fold?
No answers came.
She crossed the room, retrieved her glass from the carpet, poured another drink, and returned to her window. Ice chimed with each sip.
"Humans," she grunted and shook her head in grudging admiration of their courage and refusal to quit. It was all very romantic, after a fashion. Yet her thoughts inevitably slipped to how things would be in another year. Two? Surely the humans must see reason long before then?
A queasy feeling settled on her gut. Must they?
Staring out at Kalastar, Admiral Tykan sipped her drink, and the words of a human prisoner echoed in her thoughts.
Winner takes it all.

So I've been rewatching Game of Thrones, because apparently I hate myself. Also, i know we've all bitched about the gradual regression of Tyrions character after Season 4. However, i dont think I fully comprehended just HOW RIDICULOUS this man is after Season 6, until now.
All hail, the hand of the fucking queen! He does nothing but get drunk and make unfunny jokes at other people's expense after Season 4. Despite this, he has the audacity to counsel a queen (who has conquered 3 of the biggest cities in essos, freed thousands of slaves, become the first ever khaleesi to rule an entire khalasaar and bring them across the narrow sea, and given birth to 3 LITERAL DRAGONS), that she should "commit to a blockade around King's Landing" because she's not here to be "qUEen oF tHE aShES." i mean seriously shut the fuck up, Tyrion.
What does he even know about being a conqueror? The only time he achieved anything was when he got Stannis' army killed with wildfire, stored by Dany's father when he was king. Other than this, he has fought no battles and won no wars. He was hand of the king for like 5 minutes before Tywin came back and made him master of coin or whatever and somehow he thinks he knows how Dany can gain control of westeros? I mean his advice was that a dragon queen should stay seated in a Castle (Dragonstone) that was SO IRRELEVANT to the seven kingdoms that not even a squatter took up shelter in there, after it was abandoned and had no ruler. Like my dude, she made you hand of the queen because of your expertise on westerosi culture and the lords and ladies that rule it, not because you're a great war strategist!
The only real reason Tyrion gave this terrible advice is because he did not want Daenerys to storm the Red Keep and kill Jamie and Cersei. He should never have accepted the position of hand of the queen because he didn't have the guts to do right by Daenerys and give her fair advice on how to get shit done. I MEAN THIS GUY LITERALLY USED WILDFIRE TO STOP STANNIS BARATHEON!!!!!! WHY IS ANYONE TAKING HIM SERIOUSLY WHEN HE SAYS YOU SHOULDN'T MURDER PEOPLE TO WIN A WAR?????? HOW ELSE DO YOU WIN A WAR BTW? Lady Olenna met Daenerys for 5 minutes and still gave her better advice than Tyrion ever did. BE A DRAGON.
And don't even get me started on his pathetic attempt to win Cersei's affections with the "yOuRE nOt A mONstEr" bit. That was ridiculous. She has been nothing but a monster since the show began and has been absolutely vile and cruel to him all his life. She's literally the worst person in the show, and top 3 of the most vile and wretched characters I've seen in any book or tv show so far (and I've seen A LOT).
Also, let me get this straight. According to Tyrion, Cersei is not a monster even though she destroyed the Sept of Baelor with literal wildfire and killed thousands of innocent people just because she was forced to do a naked walk of shame BECAUSE OF HER OWN STUPIDITY. But Daenerys, who lost everything she fought for and EARNED, is a monster because she was rightfully pissed off at the arseholes who were responsible for it?
Tyrion screwed Daenerys over and made her lose every alliance and everything else she had. Then he found out about Jon's heritage, and manipulated him to kill Daenerys, the woman they both swore to serve. And then, instead of telling everyone that Jon was the true heir to the kingdoms, he took a 180 and convinced all the idiots left alive to make bRAn tHe bROkEn the KING of the seven kingdoms! Seriously, what the hell was wrong with this guy?
Tyrion was literally my favourite character for the first four seasons. But upon my re-watch, the bad writing and the over the top shitty redemption arcs have me beyond infuriated. MAN SRSLY, FUCK THIS GUY.
Also, I cannot stress this enough but FUCK D&D! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THESE CUNTS FOR RUINING ONE OF THE BEST CHARACTERS ON TV. The only thing they did for me, is provide shitty content enough for me to make shitty memes and gain 60% of my reddit karma from freefolk. But even so, fuck u D&D. Consider my expectations fucking subverted, you dicks. If anyone on here is offended by this rant, then fook those kneelers too. And srsly, fuck you too Tyrion.

Hello I’m 23 from Greece used to play basketball all my student years but after covid and my army service I got inactive and out of action now after 3 years (and a little bit of overweight I’m 187 and 95 kg) and now my local team plans to come to league (the lowest league ofc and they called me to be a part of) but the only problem here is that I’m working in summer season in a island so I will not be part of the summer team preparation , so i have to prepare to and got in shape solo while my time to train is very short I’m working 1-5 and then 8-12
What I’m doing now is between 5-8 I’m walking 1km to the shorter soccer court and running for 20 minutes everyday trying to hit 5 km (currently I’m doing 2,50 ) and I record every workout, after that I sprinting 30 meters(the full length of the court) 7 times and trying to increase the amount of sprints every workout
I order a ball to shot in morning’s and do some dribbling drills when I’m able to wake up early after the work (I believe this gonna be 4/7 week but ill try for 6
I order also b alanine and a protein powder because besides the fact that I’m working in a reastaraunt most of the times we eat pasta and meat or fish only 2-3 times per week
I have 5 months before the league start (the same time season ends) and if I still be consistent on 6/7 it will be 130 workout
I want any advice anyone can provide any thoughts everything could be helpful Ps sorry for my English

Yidora still felt like she had been transported to another world. Since she had been taken from the surface and brought to the Antares she had been through meeting after meeting, brief after brief, so much so that she felt like her head was spinning constantly. She had amassed a small army of personnel, humans mostly, but the one thing she didn’t know how to say was what she was going to be saying today. It was terrifying, in more than one way. Her people, the twenty million planetside, were indeed looking to her to lead. She had thought it was a strange thing, in fact, she thought it was insane. Why her, when she was just as they were, no different. A few of the older members of her species, who even now sat around her, had told her a bit but it wasn’t enough to dispel the insanity of her situation for her. The Kellandro line, an unbroken line of nobility that had stretched back to the time of what the elders called the first cities, had ruled from before time was recorded. The Shesvie were not the Shesvie, without the Kellandro. In some ways it made her head spin, because even she knew about how important the Kellandro were to her people, she just never imagined that she was one of them. In fact, one of the last of them, unless another was found. It made sense in a way, the way her people looked to her now, expectations gleaming in their yellow eyes, their beaks held high, stiff neck muscles tense. In other ways it horrified her. She was not qualified to do this. She was not bred to do this. She was a cheap figurehead, and that’s all she felt like right now. Today it would be proven. She would come to the leader of this armada, say what she had to say, and then hope for mercy.
She had learned that her people had tried to secret her family, the bulk of them, into chua space. Indeed that’s how the humans had found her and known who she was and what she was, because from what records still persisted the Kellandro family had attempted to flee when the fleet battle at the Tyrana lane had been lost so decisively. The humans had been looking for her or someone like her the moment that they had first started securing shesvie from captivity. After the first human had come for her, they had brought her directly to this floating behemoth named Antares, and for the week and some days after her entire world had flipped on it’s head. The humans were patient, but she could tell there was something they’d much rather be doing. She knew what that something was too. They had been at war with the vral for decades of their solar years, and they were finally on the offensive. Something about the humans, and the chua who were with them, terrified her, and she didn’t know how to quantify this fear.
One of the eldars had made it a little clear for her. The fellow matriarch had told her that it was the unknown. When the Oversee… No, even internally she had to force herself not to think of them as that. When the vral had been over her, she knew exactly where she stood. She knew if she stepped out of line what exactly would happen. She knew that the vral would torment her for entertainment if she caught their eye. The humans though? What would they do?
Today she would find out. As the announcement system on Antares began to chime for readiness to enter hyperspace lane, she had stopped the briefing she was in the middle of. They had been appraising her on the amount of skilled laborers her people had, pitifully few. How much of her culture was simply gone? How much had been just erased? What made the shesvie the shesvie? She didn’t know, there was no way to know, and that was the tragedy of the entire situation. Her species had held twenty systems, fifteen of them populated. They had universities, they had culture, they had music and art. Where was it now?
Armed humans walked beside her to her left and right. If someone stepped in front of her procession, they loudly called to make a hole, or make way. She did her best to look dignified, but didn’t know if she was doing the part. They had tried to give her clothes to match what her people had once worn, but it just felt odd after spending so long wearing nothing but rags, if anything. One of the first things she learned the vral had stripped them of was their basic identity, which had been corrected from humanity by a sheepish looking woman. She didn’t know what to say to that. She didn’t know what to say when someone used their own species name as a marker for what made one who they were. The chua had been asked for a synonym, but they simply didn’t have a word for that, which she had come to know was a common thing for the pragmatic species. Yidora was nervous, more nervous than she had been in a long time. It was only getting worse the more they walked. She was used to the steel slab of the floor of her home, walking barefoot, feeling dirt between her toes. The padded and rubberized grips of her foot coverings now felt abjectly alien to her. Her feathers, for so long deprived of even the most basic care besides what she could do, had been cleaned and shined. She felt utterly foolish, an imposter of a ruler.
As she stepped onto the massive bridgewing of this warship, she turned her head left, then right. Around her was her staff. Two elders of her species, a dozen humans, and a chua who brought up the rear. Ahead of her, on the command dias, was the human known as Simmons. She was shorter than Yidora had expected, with a well kept grey mane of hair pulled tightly back. Some said that gray on a human head was a mark of age, but this human did not look old, not in the slightest. Yidora had gotten the feeling in the only other time she had met Simmons that she let her hair be gray simply to remind everyone that she was not young. Perplexing, but many things about the humans perplexed her. She tried not to look away as Simmons saw her. She knew very little about humans but she saw that the woman was fierce, and right now she looked like a storm of activity. She was triumphant, zealous, something was happening that Yidora didn’t know about she was sure of it. Simmons’ expression suddenly became starkly more friendly, less predatory, as she saw Yidora.
“Yidora Kellandros Grand Matriarch!” Simmons called out, even as her steps failed her. This was it. She felt a clump of dread form in her gizzard, her stones there fresh, but she felt her glands rubbing the rocks together. Simmons strode down the stairs separating them, stopping a few feet away. “I’m sorry I haven’t come down sooner, it’s a busy thing running a fleet, although that’s no excuse.” She crossed her hands behind her back, “I do apologize if I seem a bit rushed, we’re about to start a major operation, which of course you are welcome to observe…”
“We do not wish to join the Terran Front.” Yidora felt her beak part, felt the words tumble out of her, heard her human staff take in a breath, felt her hearts hammering against her ribcage. It took every ounce of willpower to keep her eyes on Simmons’ eyes. She waited for the anger, waited for the expression to turn.
“I see.” Simmons said, and Yidora could tell that she was off footed. Simmons’ eyebrows both raised and she looked off to the floor by Yidora’s feet. She was holding her breath, and knew it. “Well, I won’t say I’m not disappointed, but it’s something we thought might be a possibility. Very well then.” Yidora kept her breath in her chest, feeling her feathers begin to bristle. Simmons brought her arms forward and settled them on her hips, still looking off to the side. “Well ok then! That answers that question!” The human smiled at her, and Yidora felt herself exhale. The human was smiling? “Well, you’ll be pleased in any regard to know we are about to start the invasion of your people’s space to take it back.”
Yidora suddenly felt low, like she had done something wrong. She was silent for a few long seconds, and she felt her two shesvie elders coming to her side. The next question she had was burning in her head, but she didn’t know how to phrase it. Simmons looked off to the side as a uniformed man approached her and held up a hand, the gesture stopping him. She finally formed the question, remaining unmoving in her place. “May I ask what will become of us?” Simmons eyes raised back to hers, and the human motioned to the dias, then began walking. Yidora hesitated a moment then followed along behind her. As Simmons reached the table, she could understand nothing she was seeing. She had only seen a few star charts and hyperspace lanes over the last few days, and they were still alien to her. The markers next to those charts also meant nothing.
“Ok… So…” Simmons said, giving herself a moment to compose her thoughts, finally pointing at a point on a lane map. “This is us, and this…” she motioned to the next star in line, “... is the first system that we know to be populated.” Simmons tapped on the star, bringing up a rudimentary display for the planets in the system. “The second and third planets here, we know that before the vral invaded your homes they were inhabited. This one in particular, the third one, is the one we’re going after first. I’m taking the Antares in, alongside a good portion of the fleet. We are actually waiting for the scout of that system now.” Simmons motioned to Yidora, then back to the display. “Our intention is to take back those planets, and the offer is on the table to move your people from here to there, back into your home systems”
“What happens then?” Yidora asked, her clothes itching her, “What happens when you move us back, to us? What will you do with us?”
“Do?” Simmons asked, raising an eyebrow, then suddenly her face softened. “Oh.” She blinked once then shook her head once. “Oh ok, I’m sorry. I understand now.”
“I apologize, but are we to be your…”
“Neighbors.” Simmons said, then gave her a small smile. “You will be our neighbors. Don’t get me wrong, there has been some talk about what to do when we found your people. There was talk about simply rolling your people into the fold.” She said, turning to the panel beside her and tapping as she continued talking. “The chua convinced us otherwise, you’ll find they have a habit of that. So what we came up with was this.” She finished tapping as a document appeared on the screen.
“What is this?” Yidora asked, not quite willing, or indeed able, to tell Simmons that her ability to read was rudimentary at best.
“An outline. To be honest, we don’t know what state these worlds are going to be in. We don’t know, even now, the state of your people. Considering your wishes, some of this is going to be canceled out, but for the most part we intend to move your people off of that rock back to one that you historically owned. From there, our level of assistance is going to be up to you.” Simmons said, tapping her hand on the panel then looking back to Yidora. “If you want us to just leave, we’ll just leave.” Yidora pulled her head back in surprise. “Our goal though, is to get your people back on your feet irregardless. We’ve been finding out your needs, right now we’re looking to meet them. We have no intention of just abandoning you, we have no intention of forcing your people into anything.”
Yidora stared at Simmons, not quite believing what she was saying. “So if I told you that we just wanted to be left alone, you would just go? No questions asked?”
“Exactly, but we’d prefer not to. Your people are going to need… Well, everything.” Simmons motioned to her, “It’s not really my area of expertise, but from what I’m told you’re going to need doctors, teachers, engineers, all of it, until you are back to being self sufficient. The only thing that we’re going to ask for as far as I’ve learned is to establish a few resupply ports for the duration of this war.”
Yidora was silent a few long moments, then her head lowered almost imperceptibly. “I do not believe that we will ask you to leave immediately, if that is acceptable.” Simmons nodded, then she turned back to the panel, bringing up the map of the hyperlanes connected to their system. Yidora looked down at the map, still not understanding most of what she was seeing, but Simmons was watching her again. Simmons was looking down at the screen, a small smile on her face, but it wasn’t friendly. Yidora felt a chill run through her spine and clench against her hearts. She took a small step towards the table. “What of the humans on our world?” Yidora asked, “I know the vral were… Hard on them. Especially recently.” Simmons’ mouth tightened into a fine line, and Yidora watched her nose wrinkle, then twitch. Human faces were so intensely expressive,
“They are being cared for. They will be returned to Earth. The world they are from is a blasted rock now, so we will take them back to the homeworld. We’re going to see what we can do for them.” Simmons said, her voice flat, and for a moment Yidora could see a distance in her eyes, questions. Yidora wanted to ask questions, but it did not seem appropriate in the slightest. Yidora looked back to the screen, but a sudden shift in the mood got her attention. It was almost a smell coming off of the Fleet Marshal, and Yidora looked back to the woman only to be alarmed at the intense stare, her furrowed brows, the way her entire face had shifted. Yidora decided at that moment that she never wanted to be the subject of that stare, when the very subject of that stare spoke.
“Grand Matriarch Fleet Marshal..” Came a trilling voice, cool and melodious, and Yidora looked to her right to see a smaller, long necked avian. It’s feathers were stark white, it’s beak long and curved. “Forgive me for intruding, but I couldn’t hel…”
“Ambassador Tika, is there something we can do for you.” Simmons almost growled, so much so that Yidora’s feathers bristled and her heavily muscled shoulders tensed. The one she called Tika bowed it’s head, doing a small motion with it’s feet. Yidora knew it to be some sort of display, but had no idea what it could possibly signify. Behind the one Tika had addressed stood another three of the avians, similar in appearance to Tika, but smaller, the feathers covering them them soft blues and yellows. Tika, long neck curving, was holding a datapad. For some reason Yidora could tell that he was a male just by the way he positions himself. Yidora hoped she wasn’t wrong about that.
“Yes. Well. You see, I heard that you have found the shesvie…” Tika began, and Simmons head came up, his sentence cutting off before it had even fully formed. If looks could kill, Tika would have been a red mist. There was a history here, and Yidora didn’t know what that history was, but it was far from good. “... Well, I wanted to…” Tika’s body seemed to arch, his wings curling up behind him, his neck curling into an S shape, and Yidora took a small step back. Tika and Yidora were biologically as different as Tika was from Simmons on a practical level. Yidora was broad shouldered, as broad as a larger human male, Tika’s shoulders were narrow and tight with her body. Yidora’s beak was stout and broad, her neck thick and stiff, Tika’s was long and narrow. Yidora’s feathers were narrow, almost resembling a thick fur, Tika’s were broad, as if she could take to the skies. Still, Yidora saw what Tika was doing, how they were behaving, and it reminded her so much of a display of embarrassment she actually felt sorry for the smaller avian. “Well, I wanted to provide the Grand Matriarch with this.” Tika’s feet slowly pranced up and down, even as his hand came forward, offering the datapad. The avians behind him lowered their heads, a female by the look of it, turning their beaks away from Tika’s display.
Yidora took the datapad, not seeing anything displayed on it’s surface. “Thank you.” After a few moments of glancing to the avian and glancing back to the datapad she spoke again, “What is this?”
“Ah yes, well, we shared a border with your people and there was a fair amount of cultural exchange, so I compiled as much as I could get my in my roost!” Tika said, coming out of the stance and straightening. Yidora glanced at Simmons, who had an eyebrow raised. “This is the cultural index that was shared with us by your people. I am glad to say, the file is rather large.” Tika was properly preening right now. “I believe there is a good amount of literature, religious text, copies of art, architecture, so much interesting information that I positively filled the thing, as much as I could find!” Tika spread his wings and bowed low, the others of his species behind him following suit. “I do hope this is of interest to you.”
Yidora looked down at the datapad, her body feeling stiff, rigid. She felt a hand on her shoulder, a gentle one, then looked to the side to Simmons, who wore a small smile. Yidora looked back to Tika, who bowed again, flicking his wings hard and lowering his beak almost to the ground. “This is my people.” Yidora whispered, holding the fairly new datapad like a cherished artifact. “Do you need this back?”
“Not at all. In fact, I can make copies if you would like. I have it all stored on my terminal. I may be able to find more, if you would like?” Tika slowly raised from his graceful bow.
“I would like that.” Yidora whispered, then looked to Simmons, who gently rubbed her shoulder. Yidora knew nothing of her people besides the legends of the elders, most of whom never saw or experienced the life and sights that they spoke of. Wistful words of what once was, whispered to avoid the overseers attention, spoken by bent back ancients who yearned for a life that they had never experienced to ears that regarded the stories as long dead legends. She now held those legends in her hand, stored on a plastic composite data pad. “If you will excuse me.”
“Of course. We are about to begin our operation, feel free to visit the bridge any time Grand Matriarch.” Simmons voice was low, gentle. Yidora couldn’t take her eyes off of the datapad. She reached out her hand subconsciously, one of her shevise escort rushing forward to take it and guide her. Her mind was awash. In her hands she held the story of her people. This would be opened, analyzed, studied. Her spine straightened, her neck still bent towards the unpowered datapad. Her people had an identity, and it was here. Simmons watched as the shevise matriarch walked, a slow procession out of the bridge. Tika stood a few feet away from her, his wings tucked close to his side. Simmons waited until the burly avian was out of earshot, the door closing behind her before she spoke again. “Are you going to tell her about the slaves your people hold, or will I?” Simmons voice was cool, but it was missing the razor edge of spite that it normally held.
“I will.” Tika said, and Simmons raised her brow. Tika was faced towards the door, his wings drooping down, his feathers seeming to deflate for a few moments. “Kzia.” He trilled, and one of the turinika, coated with soft blue feathers, stepped forward. “It is time.” Simmons’ hands slid onto her hips, watching as the second turinika pulled a small recorder and walked slowly, pointing the recorder at both Simmons and Tika. Simmons looked between the two.
The one Tika had called Kzia made a small trilling noise. Tika looked from Kzia, back to the wall. “Live.” Kzia said. Simmons did not even have time to process that statement before the turinika ambassador turned, and his feathers flitted back to their normal luster. “Fleet Marshal Simmons.” Tika’s voice was suddenly strong, his body held rigid. “I must be the bearer of news I do not wish to speak of again.” Simmons was silent a moment, her eyes darting over to Kzia, then Hazard, who was working quickly at his console. He held his finger over his panel and looked to her earnestly.
‘You are being broadcast.’ Hazard mouthed to her, then he pointed at the console in front of him, making a slashing motion in front of his throat. ‘Cut it?’ He mouthed, pointing at the console once again. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she held up her hand with her palm out. He nodded, and leaned back. His supervising officer came to his side, leaning down as Hazard watched her intently.
While normally the scowl that seemed par for the course when dealing with the ambassador would have been stapled to her face, right now she was acutely aware that many eyes were on her. Also she was more than aware of the words that Tika was using. He had virtually crawled towards her the times prior. She stayed silent. Tika continued, “My people, the turinika, have refused to stand down from their stance on the members of your species that have been taken unjustly by the vral and sold to us, as well as the chua that are held.”
Simmons leaned back just a bit, both eyebrows raised now. For the first time since she had met the ambassador she didn’t feel like at the very least making a snide remark. “Understood.” Again, the language used kept her in check.
“Fleet Marshal, I am not only turinika, but I am also what is known as Taratanti within my people. We are the leaders, our words are to be respected. Our opinions are meant to be kept within the highest regard. Our counsel is meant to be heard, heeded, and acted on. My name is long, as due my station, my life, and my deeds.” He went silent for a few moments, assuming the stance that Simmons had seen him in so often over the past few days. His neck curved into the pronounced S shape, his entire body seeming to curl in on itself, his winges proffered up and bent like he was anticipating a blow. Simmons stood by watching, carefully keeping her expression neutral. A small group was gathering, and out of the corner of her eye she could see her officers setting up a perimeter around them. One of the armed guards of the bridge was standing by as well. The two turinika behind Tika stood in locked positions, their heads slightly lowered, their eyes shut.
“I regret to inform you, Fleet Marshal, that my words… Have been ignored. My opinions, disregarded.” Slowly Tika’s neck straightened, as did his body. “My counsel, dismissed. My name, my station, my life, and my deeds have all been discounted.” Tika bristled his feathers, and even Simmons didn’t need to guess what he was doing. He was puffing himself up, a display of prowess and pride. His chest and neck seemed to swell, and he spread his wings to their full wingspan. Suddenly his entire body went locked and rigid, his wings snapping up to reveal his full plumage. Even Simmons couldn’t say he didn’t appear noble at that moment.
“I am Tizikikoonazikiakakiatkata.” Heads across the bridge snapped towards them if they weren’t already looking as the turinika ambassador’s biology made his voice thunderous. Simmons stood her ground, for even though his voice was booming he was still in no way a physical threat to her. “I am the one who brokered the sale of your captured people, the chua people, the shesvie people, the billaxie people. The dumat people, the kolra people, and the wellorox people. For this, I am ashamed. For my government, I am ashamed. For my people. I am ashamed.” Simmons jaw clenched, keeping her face stone. Tika’s eyes were wide as he boomed his voice, his feathers beginning to tremble. “The error of my decision has been made clear. I declare it.” Tika’s voice turned suddenly bitter, spiteful, “But in error there must be correction. There must be redress! This has been denied to me! I carry this stain on me, forced on me by those who have ignored my words, turned away from my opinion, and rejected my council!” His entire body seemed to vibrate. Simmons clenched her jaw harder, and she glanced to Hazard, on the verge of giving the order to cut the transmission. She suddenly was shocked to realize that she was concerned for the turinika ambassador.
“I reject this stain, and those who have forced it on me. I will not wear it anymore!” Tika thundered, and the two turinika behind him stepped forward. “I refuse!” Suddenly the two turinika behind Tika reached up, grasping handfuls of the broad and beautiful feathers along Tika’s wings, and yanked.
Simmons face cracked and she half lunged forward, moving to shove the other two away. Tika’s head twisted down, his eyes locked with hers. The pain in them was intense. “I refuse!” He bellowed, and she caught herself. The two turinika continued to tear the feathers off of Tika’s body, a slow cascade of feathers falling like snow. Kzia suddenly made a loud keening cry, and Simmons looked towards her as Tika bellowed again. Kzia was still holding the recorder, but her grip was shaking violently, her neck trashing from side to side. One of the turinika strippig the plumage from Tika stopped and quickly moved to Kzia, taking hold of the recorder and pointed it straight once more. Kzia curled her wings around herself and lowered herself to the ground, making another long keening scream.
“Please take this.” The turinika who held the camera said, his voice shaky, looking to the humans watching. “I need to help him.” His voice dripped with raw emotion. Tika’s voice suddenly boomed again, his voice clouded with pain born physically and emotionally. Simmons glanced over, struggling to keep her composure, and nodded once to her Navigator. The officer reached over, gingerly taking the recorder, and not knowing what to do simply kept it in the direction it was pointed. A small screen showed Simmons and Tika, the turinika ambassador being stripped of his plumage, the feathers drifting to the ground as Tika roared his denial again. Kzia’s neck writhed, taking a step forward only to take a step back. Every so often she would make the same keening cry.
The second turinika joined the first, and Simmons watched in morbid fascination. Stories came to her head of monks setting themselves on fire, of samurai commiting ritualistic suicide, of religious fanatics commiting self mutilation. She wanted to stop this, but she stayed her hand, a quick glance showed that all eyes on the bridge were watching. Skin was showing through small fist sized holes, dark blue skin showing through. the wings a patchwork now. Some of the feathers were falling now stained with violet blood. Tika continued to show himself on display, but there was rapidly becoming nothing majestic about his appearance now. The two turinika continued to grab fistfuls of feathers, the plumage drifting to the floor. Tika gave one last booming roar that couldn’t be translated, and the two turinika who had been stripping his plumage both took one final handful, pulling hard. Stepping to either side of Tika, they held their fists up to either side of Tika’s wings and let the feathers fall.
Tika’s once majestic plumage, even by Simmons’ own opinion, was destroyed. The turinika in front of her now was an ugly thing, the plumage ruined and in patches. Simmmons could see the thin skin of Tika’s rib cage thudding on the right side with his rapid heartbeat. Slowly, Tika began to fold his wings down, and as he did the avian who had taken the camera from the one known as Kzia padded over to Simmons navigator, taking care not to step in the shot. Tika laid down in the ruins of his feathers and curled his head around his body. Simmons herself realized her mouth was hanging open and closed it. She looked to her navigator, who was giving the recorder to the turinika. The turinika turned the recorder on Tika and slowly walked up towards the ambassador, who was on the ground violently shaking. There was a chime heard as he pressed a button on the recorder. Simmons heard Hazard’s voice call out. “They’ve ceased transmission.”
Kzia rushed to Tika’s side and threw out her arms, hovering over him and covering him with her own plumage. Simmons took a step forward, then looked to the crew who was staring, many of them slack jawed. “Shows over!” She yelled, “Delay the op an hour, and get medical up here.” The crew responded almost immediately, if a bit drunkardly, as she reached Tika’s side she kneeled down. Kzia’s soft plumage was covering him so completely that she couldn’t see him underneath. Kzia’s neck was held stiff and straight, curved over her arching wings surrounding him, as if she was a mother protecting her chicks. Simmons tried not to step on the long feathers on the floor, tried not to step on the plumes of downlike feathers, but it was so widespread it couldn’t be helped. Kzia’s head snapped around at her, an angry hiss coming from her beak. Simmons didn’t pull back. Kzia’s beak was inches from her face, and she could see the dark blue eyes staring at her, but where she thought she had heard anger Simmons realized it must have been something else. Kzia’s eyes reflected abject sorrow.
“Don’t forget what he just did.” Kzia trilled, “Don’t ever forget.”
“What did he just do?” Simmons whispered, looking down at the small gap in her plumage covering Tika, seeing Tika’s ribs exposed underneath. “What in the hell did you all just do to him?” Kzia’s neck trembled back and forth, and she stretched her neck back over Tika’s body under her wings. There was a sound underneath, a soft trill, and Kzia slowly began to retract her wings, uncovering the brutalized form of Tika again. His wings had been nearly stripped bare, the only places he still had plumage was his neck and parts of his legs. The rest of his body was a savage patchwork. He laid in his own ruin, his eyes closing and opening slowly. As Kzia pulled away he started twitching, and Simmons sucked in a breath at his appearance. Even when she had begun the war, when Tika was laying there, covered in his own excrement, he hadn’t looked this pathetic. “Ambassador Tika, what did you just do.” She whispered.
“They’ll listen now.” Tika softly intoned. “They can not ignore this. They will not ignore this.” Tika’s body shook violently, and Simmons reached out a hand to place it on his curved back but pulled it back to her side. She just knelt there, watching him for a few long moments, then he softly trilled again. “Give it to her.” Tika motioned to Kzia, then gestured with his head to Simmons. Kzia was brooding nearby, but as soon as Tika spoke she retrieved a datapad, offering it to Simmons. “I am no longer an ambassador, Fleet Marshal.” Tika softly trilled out, and Simmons looked up as the bridge opened, several men and women running onto the bridge marked with medical green. She glanced at the datapad and was about to look back to Tika, but her attention snapped back to the pad itself. It had been auto translated but even she could read the watermark for sensitive documents.
“What did you do.” Simmons whispered, “What the hell have you done?”
“What decency demands.” Tika whispered back. “What must be done to atone. They will not be able to hide it now, and they won’t be able to brush it off.” Tika began slowly trying to push himself up, but he couldn’t rise, his body trembled too much. Simmons held up her hand, holding the medical team back a moment. “There will be unrest, but they will listen now. I have done all I can.” Tika laid his head back down in his discarded feathers. “Fleet Marshal, I apologize, but I must request political asylum.”

I thought before the news of what the fate of Death Battle is comes out tomorrow I'd do a Kill Count (like I did with the other seasons) for season 10.
I was inspired by Deadmeat but keep in mind it’s not going to be like that 100%. For example I won’t be describing what happened in the episode (you can watch it yourself).
Now I’ll list the rules:

1. I will only be counting what goes on in the animations and end animations.
2. I will count some animals unlike Deadmeat but not everything. For example microscopic organisms don’t count, bugs do not count (there are exceptions). Whenever there’s a point where There’s a catastrophic event that will kill lots of or all animals I won’t count it. The main reasons for this is because it’s a huge headache to figure out and would feel like inflating the numbers more than what they should be. If one animal is killed or a few then I’ll count them. A good example is the dinosaur in Vader vs Doom.
3. Plants don’t count for obvious reasons unless they are sentient.
4. People who are already dead when the animation starts do not count.
5. Yes, I know the technical number of deaths is infinity due to Thanos and a specific death in season 10 that I'll talk about later.
6. Sometimes when a character dies their soul is shown and they “live on” in a sense. This will be a case by case basis on if I’ll count it as a death or not.

I will be doing a golden chainsaw and dull machete but only for the combatants deaths.
Ant-Man vs Atom
The ants seem significant so I’ll count them. From what I can see I counted 22 ants (including the ones he killed with his sword) killed by Atom stomping on them. Atom is killed by ants growing inside his body and causing him to explode (brutal).
Total Death(s): 23
Dragonborn vs Chosen Undead
This one is really interesting, so I’m going to count every time CU dies because in Dark Souls when you die it clearly says you died. Being brought back doesn’t change the fact you died. CU’s first death is from being stabbed then having his soul ripped out by Soul Tear. CU is killed by Odahviing’s fire breath. Odahviing is swiftly taken out by a great arrow from CU. CU dies for the final time by sacrificing their body and soul to form a massive amount of flame. Now for the tricky part, does the first flame count? What actually happens when it gets snuffed out? To answer the first question. I believe from descriptors the first flame is something that creates power and souls but isn’t one itself. For the second question. It seems that the “age of dark” is never explained fully. From what I read it mentions a “Dark Lord” and that humanity dominates the world. How do I interpret this? I’d say the Dragonborn survives and the flame going out doesn’t kill anyone.
Total Death(s): 4
Killua vs Misaka
It seems Misaka shears off nearly half of Heavens Arena. Correct me if I’m wrong but I have a feeling nothing happens in the building during the time of day this fight is happening. I think in good faith I’m going to say there are no deaths here. Killua’s life is ended by a railgun blast by Mikasa**.**
Total Death(s): 1
Stitch vs Rocket Raccoon
Stitch wrecks Rocket’s ship (lol pun unintended) there doesn’t seem to be any one on it so no deaths. Rocket is impaled with Stitch’s machination and is then rocketed (pun intended) into his orbital stash. Stitch then flies into the sunburned overweight tourist killing him. :(
Total Death(s): 2
Darth Vader vs Obito Uchiha
Vader is decimated by the Sword of Nunoboko. :(
Total Death(s): 1
Phoenix vs Raven
I’m assuming the Phoenix clones that were destroyed by a moon (?) do not count. Raven’s body is destroyed but her soul kind of “lives on” so I won’t count it. Jean dies (not uncommon) from a blinding light. Raven then blows out the phoenix force, as far as I can tell you can’t destroy or “kill” the phoenix force permanently so I won’t count it being blown out as a death.
Total Death(s): 1
Guts vs Dimitri
I don’t know what Dimitri means by “100 men strong. What drives your slaughter”. I’m unsure if he’s referring to Guts' feat of killing 100 men in the past or killing 100 of his men. Even if it is his men I won’t count them since there are no bodies and it’s before the animation. Guts dies by having every drop of his blood shed.
Total Death(s): 1
Martian Manhunter vs Silver Surfer
MM destroys something that looks like a planet but I’m pretty sure it’s a moon so no kills. MM is melted.
Total Death(s): 1
Bill Cipher vs Discord
Surprisingly as far as I can tell there’s no one caught in the crossfire between these two. Discord is described as “the spirit of chaos and disharmony” so he can’t be killed for good due to being a concept. I think the notion makes sense so no one dies for good in this Death Battle.
Total Death(s): 0
Cole MacGrath vs Alex Mercer
Right at the start Alex pulls two helicopters, one explodes due to colliding with a building and the other hits the ground. For military helicopters in general there's one to two people on them. One pilot and one navigator, I’d say two per copter here is a fair assumption. Both guys die for sure with the first crash into the building. The one on the ground seems to have one guy survive due to the camera angle, we don’t know if he dies during the animation but I’ll count him due to fire being around the copter which means he’ll probably die before help arrives. That is 4 deaths so far. I hear two screams in the building after Cole throws Alex inside so we can assume Alex killed two more people. Alex grabs two more copters and throws them at Cole, those copters are on fire and are moving at a fast rate so I’m gonna count 4 more deaths. Most truckers sleep in their trucks when travelling so there is most likely a trucker in that semi that Alex throws which means the guy inside very likely dies. Alex is the last death as Cole drains his boi-electricity and destroys the last strand of the Blacklight Virus.
Total Death(s): 12
Frieza vs Megatron
Megatron destroys Frieza’s mothership by blasting back Frieza’s Supernova attack. There seems to be three ships here which makes Frieza’s comment about a single “mothership” odd, maybe he doesn’t care for the others and only his ship. It’s difficult to determine how many men he has on each ship, correct me if I’m wrong but the best idea of the amount of men on each ship is from Resurrection F. Roshi is very nice and saves the counting for me, he says each of them needs to defeat 170 soldiers each. There are 6 peeps going against Frieza’s army in the clip I found, so we times 170 by 6 which gets us 1,020, times that by 3 and you get 3,060. That’s how much of Frieza’s army Megatron killed. Megatron is then cut in half and gets decapitated by Frieza’s death saucer. The planet's collateral damage doesn’t matter because Frieza destroys the planet at the end anyways. The population of Cybertron is difficult to find, most of the population I can gather was in the billions before the war. I’m gonna assume this is during the time frame where Optimus goes to earth with the other autobots but before Megatron comes after him. The only thing I can find is that there were hundreds or thousands, I’m leaning more into the thousands. I’m going to go with 1,100, idk it just feels right.
Total Death(s): 4,161
Gojo vs Makima
The past losers in the back of the theatre do not count because that’s just an Easter egg and doesn’t make sense in the specific universe they set up for this fight. From what I read the zombies used by the zombie devil are Yakuza members, so I’m going to count them. Gojo destroys 2 of them while falling, he destroys 4 more zombies with Lapse Blue. He actually kills Makima as well here but I’m not going to count it because it’s counted for me at the very end of the episode. Gojo killing Makima’s devils doesn’t count as deaths because they go back to hell to regenerate. Gojo kills 3 more zombies. Gojo’s blast after resisting control kills 2 zombies. Makima does die for a final time by getting hit with purple which I will count because the control devil reincarnates into another person completely. The end is nice and tells me how many people died, which is 1,012.
Total Death(s): 1,024
Scooby-Doo vs Courage the Cowardly Dog
Courage destroys the Mystery Machine with the god bone, there doesn’t seem to be anyone inside so I’m not counting any deaths. I know Boomstick implies the chest of demons killed Eustace but that’s not what the chest does. It traps, not kills. So no one actually dies in this episode.
Total Death(s): 0
Rick Sanchez vs The Doctor
One version of Rick dies from falling debris in the final scuffle. sigh the D-Mat gun erases someone from existence which includes all versions. Since Rick shot himself it erases every Rick, the problem with this is that the Rick and Morty show straight up says that there are infinite amounts of Ricks. This basically nullifies the whole point of me doing these kill counts a second time. To give a reason for me to continue to do this I will only count the Ricks seen in this episode plus all the ones we “know” about in the show. I estimate there are 13 Rick’s in the Tardis. The reason I came to this conclusion is because 5 of them chase The Doctor then the Tardis changes rooms around making those Rick’s lost. There are 8 left in the entrance as shown in both scenes where there were multiple Ricks which means there are 8 left in that room without the 5 that followed the Doctor. I will only count Ricks that are still alive or if their fate is unknown for the other versions of Rick’s shown in the show and games. I counted 104 Ricks.
Total Death(s): 118
Goku vs Superman 3
I’m gonna cut right to the chase here and go right to the planet being destroyed. I’m gonna keep it simple by using our own earth’s population of last year since we don’t know what universe (DC or Dragon Ball or if it’s a combination of the two) this fight takes place in. I can’t add on any other forms of life because we don't know how many would be out there in this specific universe. The population of earth in 2023 was 8,045,311,447. Goku is added on since he dies (him being in the after life doesn’t negate this and more so confirms it imo).
Total Death(s): 8,045,311,448
Galactus vs Unicron
Firstly they both straight up destroy earth, that is another 8,045,311,447 deaths. Unicron does absorb the galaxy they are in but we can’t confirm any other beings. They destroy multiple galaxies but the reasoning in the last sentence also applies to these galaxies. Unicron is erased from existence. Luckily we don’t run into the same problem with Rick here since Unicron is the same being in every universe.
Total Death(s): 8,045,311,448
Season 10 Death Total
16,090,628,245
The Golden Chainsaw is tough to choose this season, I think I will have to go with the obvious choice of Atom because it's so insanely brutal and is the most memorable part of the episode by far.
I'm giving the Dull Machete to Unicron, even though it is the only way to kill him and you can't really make existence eraser interesting it has to fall to Unicron.
I wanted to update the total deaths in all of Death Battle so I redid the math of past seasons and added the amount from this season.
The final amount of deaths in all of Death Battle is...
423,435,225,939
I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow with Death Battle but I want to thank Ben and Chad for creating such a fun show that introduced me to so many different franchises and characters. I want to thank the rest of the team for making it go as long as it has. I hope each team member as well as Ben and Chad can find jobs where they can still support their families. Until next time peeps.

Hello,
I have a 12 year old who is being a bully at school. Maybe "bully" is the wrong word and "mean girl" is the correct phrase.
She recently called names of a young trans student and made fun of them. But that wasn't an isolated incident, other troubling things have happened before (same type stuff, making fun of an overweight child, etc).
She won't let us in and talk to us, her siblings do, but she won't. We need to put a stop to this before she gets worse. I'm thinking counseling might help? We try to communicate with her and it's like talking to a brick wall. She's so different from her siblings in that way.
And before anyone says, "she's repeating what she hears at home!" No she isn't. We don't care what people choose to be or how and she has been seriously reprimanded, but it hasn't made a difference. But I realize that people think she's a reflection on her parents and that's not OK. We made her write an apology letter and also publicly apologize in front of the other students who witnessed the incident.
Anyone has similar issues that they might have a recommendation for a therapist?

Feel free to ignore this cause I’m about to lose my religion over this.
I’ve just about had it with IG. They are the ones allowing Harold to tank the organization and disrespect the very people they’re supposed to be supporting.
My dad is a retired Army Colonel who is also a Purple Heart recipient. I also have a child with disabilities. I am a huge advocate for veterans and those with disabilities.
I applaud anyone/any organization who dedicates their purpose to our brave service men and women. Heaven knows our government doesn’t appreciate the dedication and bravery shown by the people who fight for our country.
Invictus is the absolute worst organization that I can think of to represent disabled veterans.
What is its purpose? Where do the funds go? Do they help provide funding for those who can’t afford adapted equipment?
Do they sponsor specialized training/classes for those who don’t have tens of thousands of dollars to participate in any sport that requires adaptive equipment/training?
Why don’t they mention the disabled veterans who have been left to rot on the streets, nursing homes, state hospitals? How about the massive and constant cuts in veterans’ benefits?
How about the folks who can’t even access basic physical therapy, trauma counseling, medications?
Everyone likes to preach about inclusion, equality, diversity, discrimination, but what about the disabled?? Do they not matter?
Hell, nonverbal kids can’t even get speech therapy or ABA services covered just because of an autism diagnosis.
Need assistance getting a (real) service? Nope. Can’t transport your family member because you don’t have access to appropriate transportation? Don’t care. Young, brilliant, capable people are forced to live in nursing homes because no one will hire them? Not our problem.
Minimum wage? Yeah. Those on disability don’t have that right. Businesses pay pennies on the dollar and it’s perfectly legal.
Those on disability aren’t allowed to have over $2000 to their name. What does that do? It forces millions of hard workers into poverty.
Special education? Yeah-that’s a joke. There’s no funding and most private schools won’t accept kids with IEPs. Basic medical equipment? Nah. You think the government helps cover the cost? No.
Harold is Harold-a selfish, ungrateful, coward.
This is on IG now. They have the ability to really help and honor people, yet they’re just another scam “non-profit” that uses others for pity points.
I don’t see any veterans who have mobility challenges included in anything other than marketing. I don’t see events being inclusive. I don’t see IG encouraging sponsors to hire veterans and the disabled. I don’t see IG advocating for government reform.
Sorry for the rant and I imagine a ton of typos. I just had to get this out. I’m tired of all of these “acceptance/awareness months and days”, they do nothing and I get to see kids like my son have to “settle” because discrimination is alive and well.
Wanna see real heroes who deserve medals? Look at the people who don’t give up, the ones who try their best, the parents who work multiple jobs to pay for therapy and medical equipment, the educators who get crap pay, the people who manage to smile through adversity.
My son was non-verbal until the age of four, wears a leg brace, can’t tie his shoes at the age of 18, won’t be able to get a job even though he’s taking college classes in high school because he won’t have transportation when I’m dead and gone, he’s never been invited to a party, he’s never been asked over for a play date, he gets made fun of and throws up constantly.
I don’t want pity, I want the opportunity to see my child, and others like him, have the opportunity to live up to their potential.
Harold and Marbles want me to feel bad over small sausages and dish soap equality?
Not gonna happen and I’m not going to support IG or anyone who claims Harold is a brave hero.
ETA: I’m in the US

I (23 TM) had always struggled with weight and I knew that signing up for the Army was going to put certain standards on me. But I joined right when Trump banned transgender service and I wasn’t allowed to continue my transition while I served for 4 years. In the Army we have an annual height and weight test based on sex and age and I had never passed while I was in their system as a woman. I kept arguing that on HRT I would get heavier and more broad than the women’s standard and all I got was a monthly retest and later 5am exercise sessions with the potential of sending me to a nutrition and fitness camp for a week. I cook at home for everything and work a labor job but they still looked at me as if I was failing and lazy. Later when I was finally able to change my sex in the system I finally passed first try and I was ecstatic to be over the horrible habits I felt forced to adopt to pass.
But a month later I was shot in a mass shooting, leaving me bedridden and weak for 4 months. I gained weight as I couldn’t move and had to force myself to eat to repair all the blood, fat, and muscle I lost in the ICU. Now I’m overweight by 30-40 pounds and a letter came in from the department stating that because I failed last year they were going to take back the $7,000 of the 20,000 I was promised for my position. It’s my final year in service and I never want to look back but if I can’t lose the weight or pay the money they’ll levy my wages or keep me in service until I repay it. Right now I’m working with my command team to argue I had special circumstances but I feel that I still am stuck to repeat bad habits.
Anyone else have experience in the military or saw someone go through this? I really just need the support that I didn’t fail and this is unfair.