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AITA: My GF Thinks I'm Checking Out Boobs, But I'm Studying Breast Cancer (Serious)

2024.05.11 22:45 Suspicious-Movie319 AITA: My GF Thinks I'm Checking Out Boobs, But I'm Studying Breast Cancer (Serious)

So, this is a weird one. My girlfriend (22F) and I (23M) have been together for 3 years. We're pretty good at communicating, but things got tense tonight.
I'm studying to be an oncologist, and right now, we're deep into breast cancer. I was scrolling through medical journals on my laptop, and some of the articles have pictures – you know, mammograms, anatomy diagrams, stuff like that. My girlfriend walks in and sees me looking at a screen with... well, breasts.
She completely flips. Accuses me of checking out women online while studying. I try to explain it's for school, show her the article title (something like "Early Detection of Invasive Lobular Carcinoma"), but she's fuming. Says it's disrespectful and dismissive of her feelings.
Look, I get it might look bad, but I'm genuinely studying! This stuff is important, and these images help understand the disease. Am I the jerk (AITJ) for looking at medical images while studying, even if they involve breasts?
Here's the thing:
I can totally see how it looked bad. I wouldn't be checking out random women online – that's disrespectful. But I also need to focus on my studies for this important field.
So, Reddit, what do you think? AITA?
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2024.05.09 06:13 raytoei WSJ 8th May: My Mom and Dad Owned Competing Side-by-Side Hardware Stores. It Was a Lesson in Life. They couldn’t have been more different as business owners, so it was also an education in entrepreneurship

WSJ 8th May: My Mom and Dad Owned Competing Side-by-Side Hardware Stores. It Was a Lesson in Life. They couldn’t have been more different as business owners, so it was also an education in entrepreneurship

My Mom and Dad Owned Competing Side-by-Side Hardware Stores. It Was a Lesson in Life.

They couldn’t have been more different as business owners, so it was also an education in entrepreneurship


By
Beth DeCarbo
May 8, 2024
After school and in the summers, my friends hung out at the YMCA or at Dairy Queen or somewhere else fun in my small Kansas hometown. I, however, was selling nuts and bolts at my father’s hardware store, Copeland Supply, on Main Street.
Unless, that is, I was selling nuts and bolts for my dad’s biggest competitor—B&G Hardware, conveniently located right next door. It was owned by my mother.
People are usually puzzled when I tell them that my parents owned side-by-side hardware stores (and that they were married). But even though they sold some of the same merchandise, the stores were markedly different. My dad’s place was geared toward agriculture, oil-field production and light industry. My mom’s store mainly served homeowners and hobbyists. The two stores were separated by a parking lot, and on any given day I would run back and forth between them, helping out where I was needed.

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I look back now, and I can see that those trips across the parking lot weren’t just from one store to another. That parking lot divided two completely different worlds, with my mom and dad acting as sole sovereigns. They were a window into two different ways of doing business, of relating to people, of approaching life.
The pace at my mom’s store was slower, with the mood set by elevator music playing softly in the background. I was taught to greet customers with “Can I help you?” and lead them to the merchandise, much of which was arrayed in beautiful antique oak display cases. Nails were weighed on an old scale balanced with weights. Rope was measured out with a wooden yardstick and cut with a pocketknife. Next to the cash register was a candy case, where customers would linger to buy a chocolate confection or chat with my mom.

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My dad’s store was bigger and busier, with a whole different vibe. Most of the customers were on-the-job men who were typically in a hurry. I knew enough to help them locate what they needed, but not enough to answer their questions about a complicated repair or project. For that, I would have to track down my dad, who would diagram the solution on the back of a paper sack, then fill it with the necessary parts or fittings that they needed to buy. If a customer had time to linger, he could grab a free cup of coffee and a handful of warmed peanuts—and it was my job to sweep up the discarded shells at the end of the day.

Cash or credit?

Not only were the businesses different, my parents’ business philosophies were different. For one thing, my mom charged higher prices, even when the same thing could be purchased for less money from my dad. She didn’t accept credit cards, and only certain customers were allowed to open a charge account. She employed two part-time clerks—both were retirees—and paid them mediocre wages.
Across the parking lot, my dad employed 10 or so full-time workers and subsidized their health insurance. Pretty much any customer could open a charge account, and when someone couldn’t pay the bill, dad would let it slide a month or so. If the customer still couldn’t pay, dad might wipe out the debt in a random trade, taking everything from freezer-ready cuts of beef to a rusty old fire hydrant (which he gifted to our dog). He wasn’t afraid to borrow money and sometimes struggled to pay his suppliers.
Their books—records of sales, debts, taxes, inventory, etc.—weren’t only separate, they were closely guarded.
During the summer wheat harvest, I was mostly at my dad’s store selling pieces and parts to help farmers get back to their fields. December’s holidays marked my mom’s peak selling season, and the store stayed open until 8:30 at night and on Sundays. With the long hours, I developed a dislike for Christmas. Making it even worse: Gift wrapping was free. Almost every day after school, I headed to the dreaded “wrapping room” to work my way through a pile of purchases that customers had left behind. At closing time, I loaded the gifts into the back seat of my mom’s car, and she drove me around town to deliver them to customers’ houses.
Luckily, being the daughter of the owners gave me a fair amount of job security, even when I messed up. Once, when mixing a gallon of latex paint, I neglected to firmly affix the lid onto the can before putting it on the “shaker” machine. My dad, who was somewhat of a yeller, stood speechless in the paint-spattered aftermath.
And the whole town seemingly remembers what would be called “The Day Bethy Lost the Bank Bag.” One morning, my mother put all the cash and checks collected the previous day into a zippered bag and asked me to take it to the bank. I strapped the bag to a rack on the back of my bicycle, but somewhere along the way, it must have fallen off.
When I returned to my mom’s store, I was crying so hard that I couldn’t say what had happened. By the time I choked out the words so she could retrace my route, the bank bag was long gone. An entire day’s worth of business was lost. Unlike my father, my mother wasn’t a yeller—even though I deserved it. I got a slight reprieve the following month when customers came back to my mom’s store to say their checks hadn’t cleared. Each one was told, “Bethy lost the bank bag.” And each one wrote a new check to my mother.

The birds, bees and pipe fittings

My parents were married for 40 years, and surprisingly (or not?), there was little talk of hardware at home. (I was one of five children, so there was plenty of other stuff to talk about.) In fact, I was at my mom’s store when she explained the “facts of life” to me using two pipe fittings as visual aids.
However, I do recall one instance when hardware led to a domestic squabble—with me at the center of the dispute. I had purchased a beat-up oak table and four matching chairs that were badly in need of refinishing. My mom’s store provided all the materials—wood filler, sandpaper, stripper, stain, etc.—for the low price of free. That beat out my dad, who carried different brands of basically the same supplies but gave only a 20% family discount. For hours, I worked on that table on the back patio, and my parents watched from the sofa inside, quibbling with each other over almost every detail of the project—from the sandpaper grit, to the types of brushes, to the polyurethane finish. The table turned out great, but I didn’t bring any more DIY projects home.
Shortly before I graduated from high school, my mom was diagnosed with stage-4 breast cancer, leading to major surgery and several courses of chemotherapy and radiation. I considered taking over her store, but she insisted that I go to college.

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Somehow she managed to keep the business open despite the grueling treatment regimen. That is, until one day around closing time, when a customer came in to buy some wood screws. My mother stood up from her desk, but found she was unable to move her legs to walk. Calling out from her office, mom told the customer to count out the wood screws himself and leave the money by the cash register. Then, she phoned my dad to come over and take her home. At the doctor’s office the next day, she learned that the cancer had spread to her bones.
My mother had no choice but to liquidate her inventory and close the store. B&G Hardware’s last day was a painful one for me. She started the business when I was in the second grade, and helping out there taught me so much about how things work. (Even today I’m pretty handy around the house.) But more important, I was saying goodbye to the place where so many of my childhood memories took place.

No stomach for risk

In hindsight, I learned a lot about the value of treating people fairly, and working hard, from my parents, and especially my mom. She was so worried when Kmart came to town. Mom couldn’t compete against big-box prices, but she could with customer service. Ergo the one-on-one service, free gift wrapping, bridal registries, home delivery. It also meant opening the store in the middle of the night if someone’s pipes broke and they needed pipe fittings and a wet vac.
Both of my parents had a rule that if someone does business with you, then you do business with them. So if the last car was from the Ford dealership, the next car was a Dodge. Same with TVs, furniture, restaurants. They even split their votes for local elections, even when I reminded them that it was a secret ballot.
But the most precious gift to me was the time I got to spend with my mother, who was pretty amazing. On her last day in business, I sent Mom a dozen roses with a card that read, “Roses are red, tree bark is brown. The store may be gone, but the nut’s still around!”
Later on, my father gave me the option to buy him out and take over his store. But I had the good sense to say no. Owning any small business requires a stomach for risk. And businesses located in small towns during the ’70s and ’80s faced particularly long odds. Bad weather and natural pests are always a threat to farm economies. But geopolitical forces outside my parents’ control—the OPEC oil embargo, staggeringly high interest rates, the U.S. grain embargo—made survival a long shot. To be clear, my family had plenty to eat and clothes to wear, but the banker told my father more than once, “Don’t be surprised when one morning you’ll get to the store and find a padlock on the door.” It never happened, but I know there were many sleepless nights.
I also knew that my mother—whose approach to business was both more conservative and more financially savvy—worried about my father’s finances more than my dad worried about his finances. At some point in her 50s, mom took out a $100,000 life-insurance policy and told my dad to pay off the mortgage on his building after she died, which he did. (She also hid a $100 bill in the lining of her purse with a note that said, “Eugene, you’ll need to go buy coffee and cups for after the funeral.”)
My father was able to keep his store for almost a decade after my mother’s death. But when he turned 75, he got an offer that was too good to refuse, and he sold the business. On his last day, he threw himself a big party, complete with beer and snacks. For that occasion, I made bumper stickers that were handed out to anyone (except the Baptists) who came to the store. The stickers read, in part, “I got hammered at Copeland Supply.”
My dad walked away from the store and eventually decamped to an old ramshackle barn to putter the days away. But he brought along two “fixtures” from the store—the coffee pot and the peanut warmer—to ensure that he would never be lonely. Every morning, pretty much until he died in 2022, a handful of his old, retired customers showed up at my dad’s hangout to shoot the breeze and solve the problems of the world. And to talk about hardware.
Beth DeCarbo is a writer in South Carolina. She can be reached at [reports@wsj.com](mailto:reports@wsj.com).

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2024.05.07 02:40 2Thingz_ Astro theology in Islam/Quran

I have a diagram on how each age was ruled by a particular civilisation and Egypt is definitely connected to Taurus
Age of Cancer - India/Vedas Age of Gemini - Persia/Babylon/Zoroastrians Age of Taurus - Egypt/Judaism Age of Aries - Ancient Greece/Rome Age of Pisces - Christianity/Islam
Its fitting that the the 2nd sura is called the Cow. The sign of Taurus is where Venus rules and The Moon exalts. Theses two celestial bodies both have a major connection with Islam as Islam follows a lunar calendar and its holy day is Friday which is attributed to Venus
Sunday - Sun Monday - Moon Tuesday - Mars Wednesday - Mercury Thursday - Jupiter Friday - Venus Saturday - Saturn
Isis(LAM) = Moon Hathor = Havva - Ava - Eve - eVenus = Bull God = Taurus
In medical Astrology The Ram & The Bull are the right/left of the Brains/Yin/Yang
Aries/Fire/Spiritual/Adam/Male/Mars Taurus/Earth/Material/Eve/Female/Venus
Moses getting out of Egypt and heading towards the promise land is all about coming out the material mind (Taurus) and and going Spiritual mind (Aries). This why he later blew the Rams horn
Noah Ark is the sky/firmament and Noah flood concentrates on winter signs of zodiac where the rains come before the spring this is why the last 3 signs of the zodiac are all water based Capricorn - SeaGoat Aquarius - The Water Bearer Pisces - Two fishes
This also connects with Noah landing on mount "Ararat" which means the holy place. Its talking about reaching ascension in the crown chakra where Aries is in the body. The 12 signs connect with 12 systems of the body.
Aries - Head - Right Brain Taurus - Lower Head/Throat/Mouth - Left brain Gemini - Arms Cancer - Breasts Leo - The Heart Virgo - Stomach Libra - Kidneys Scorpio - Genetals Sagitarrius - Thighs Capricorn - Knenes Aquarius - Anlkes Pisces - Feet.
In relation to the five prayers a day I connected them to points on the wheel and the ruler of the zodiac. Each part of the day symbolises a sign of the zodiac they rule 2 hours 2X12 = 24 hours.
Aries - 6-8am Taurus - 8-10am Gemini - 10am -12pm Cancer - 12pm - 2pm Leo - 2-4pm Virgo - 4-6pm Libra - 6-8pm Scorpio - 8-10pm Sagitarrius - 10pm - 12am Capricorn - 12am-2 Aquarius - 2am -4 Pisces - 4am - 6
Sunrise prayers - Pisces/Aries Zenith Prayer - Cancer Afternoon Incline - Leo Sunset Prayers - Virgo/Libra
the 8 Parts of human body in connections with the sun, this might connect to the 8 spoke wheel of the zodiac and the suns yearly path in the sky creates a figure 8 called 'The Annalemma"
And Finally in relation to the crescent and star symbols of ottomans. The Crescent=Moon Star= 5 Pointed star of Venus
These are my correlations from the knowledge I have gained.
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2024.05.04 21:57 TheSmogmonsterZX Black Sheep Family - Interlude 9 - Date Night: Valentines

Black Sheep Family
Interlude 9
Date Night: Valentines
The Evening of the 17th of February, 2079
Agatha Quain sat at the back of The Divine Comedy Club , a cheap laugh restaurant that prided itself on having “discovered” a few good comedians. Currently Agatha was debating whether she was gonna toss an illusionary tomato at the racist piece of shit on the stage or at her boyfriend for not checking the schedule. Jack was just staring at the stage like the man had signed his own death warrant, not because of Agatha, but because the man was hellishly ripping into the Rana at the front of the stage. He was about to stand up and go get a manager when a short, wide man stepped on the stage, both teens knew he was Dominic Carcelli, a member of the Carcelli crime family, and a man whose family made heavy donations RHED, or the Rana-Human Education and Defense funds.
Carcelli made a swift grab for the microphone and nodded to a man off to the side. “Hey sorry about that folks, lets say we get some actual fuckin’ talent up here, yeah?” He covered the microphone and shouted off stage, “Who else we got back there that ain’t stupid enough to provoke half the damn city.”
A timid voice called out.
Carcelli rolled his eyes. “On behalf of management, as an apology, I’ll be covering mozz sticks for everyone, sound good?”
Agatha followed the mobster’s gaze to a taller, more severe looking man with salt and pepper hair and a groomed goatee. He also had a top hat at his side and a pocket watch clearly sitting in his breast pocket.
“Thanks for your patience folks.” Carcelli waited for the new comedian to come on stage. “Hey, what’s your name buddy?”
“Tommy Kallewski.” The young man said.
“What’d you think of that palooka before you?” Carcelli asked as he handed the comedian the microphone.
“You mean the guy who couldn’t grow up past the seventh grade?” Tommy snorted. “I’ve never heard worse jokes, and my material is fart jokes mostly.”
Agatha snorted and almost lost her drink through her nose. Jack barked and slapped the table. Most of the audience burst into laughter. The old man in the back grinned and sipped his drink as Carcelli joined him.
“So.” Jack snorted as the comedian’s jokes started to take off. “Sorry I didn’t check the schedule.”
“Anyone with a last name of ‘Dick’ that’s that old shouldn’t be labeled a comedian. Especially with that material.” Agatha rolled her eyes and leaned over and kissed Jack on his forehead. “You’re forgiven.”
“Thank you.” Jack smiled and took her hand.
They watched, laughed and listened for a few minutes. Jack was obviously enjoying the potty humor that Tommy was dolling out faster than most people could process. Then the free mozzarella sticks came and the two teens smiled as they tried to share a single stick between them. They laughed and dropped it as they failed.
“So, does your family need anything done while you’re out?” Jack asked.
Agatha sighed, “Yeah. Saw that coming. I think we’re good. Could use someone to look after the gardens.”
Jack nodded, “Not the cat.” He said.
Agatha snorted, “No gramps has the cat.”
“I can help with the gardens.” Jack nodded, “Dad’s upset he’s being put on a desk.”
“He’s the best leader dad has until we get back.” Agatha shrugged. “Even if he doesn't think so.”
Jack nodded. He smiled at her and held up another mozzarella stick.
“You’re doin’ it wrong.” Carcelli’s slight scarred face stared at them. “You’re breaking it early, you gotta have them in your mouth and then pull.”
“Thanks...” Agatha looked the man over.
“Hey, I know who your pops is and I don’t start shit. I run legit businesses and ain't no law says I have to call the cops on my customers. In fact Dross city has Neutral Ground laws.” Carcellie smiled, “Relax, we ain’t enemies.” He flicked the ashes of a half smoked cigar into his hand.
“Fair.” Agatha nodded, “Dross does have no smoking laws for restaurants though.”
“She’s right,Dominic.” The tall man said as he walked over. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, I am Dwayne O’Donnelly.” The man’s heavy Irish accent was crisp and reminded both teens of older actors from the past. “Please enjoy the show and the food.”
“You own this place?” Agatha asked as she turned to look at the man as he stood directly behind Jack.
Jack was frozen and locked into place as he scratched his nose.
“I do.” Dwayne smiled, “One of my many investments in the city.” He turned to Carcelli, “I must go, please enjoy your meal as well.”
Dominic nodded and walked back to his table and put his cigar out in a half filled glass of water.
Dwayne smiled, “You’ll have to forgive the young Carcelli, he sometimes forgets I prefer a more laid back setting for my places.”
Agatha stared at the man, trying to see past his form and to something of less physical substance. She hadn’t been training with Illidae as he Master for long, but he had taught her how to activate her Soul Sight. What it showed her shocked her into just nodding silently. The man nodded and smiled before he left.
“That man smelled of danger.” Jack let out a breath. “Like metal and molten glass.” He noticed Agatha staring in shock and reached over to touch her hand.
“We need to follow him!” Agatha shot up to run, but Jack grabbed her, making sure not to tear her lace gothic dress..
“What did you see?” Jack hissed, “We can’t just chase a guy like O’Donnelly.”
“It was darkness, pride, hatred and rage.” Agatha said. “He’s one of them. He’s a Revenant.”
Jack paused then nodded, “Man, we need to plan for date night interruptions.”
Jack quickly got the bill and paid for their meal which they hadn’t even gotten to eat, he did ask for it to be packed as they would return for it. When they got outside they hopped onto Jack’s motorcycle and were off.
---B)(S)(F---
Danny sat nervously at the Pizza Hat. He had just finished a movie, The Terrible Trio Strikes Again!!! The third Strike!, with Heith and both were sitting nervously at the both. Both teens were clearly unsure how to behave and both knew Danny likely had other thoughts he was focused on.
“I hope the movie wasn’t a terrible idea.” Heith sighed, “I know the shit with Cassandra is bad, I just know I’d want someone to distract me if Sofie were in a similar situation.”
Danny looked up in worry, “No it was a good movie, and I appreciate the break. I just can’t stop thinking about how I could have stopped him for sure and now...” He put his head in his hands. “I think he’s not dead. I think Salem’s right.”
“The nosferatu guy?” Heith clarified, “The one who fought vamp-bitch?”
Danny chuckled, “Well for once an accurate statement if worded for a poor reason.”
Heith snorted, “I’ve met the woman, that’s personal bias.”
Danny smiled as a pizza and a large shake with two straws was put in front of them.
“Did we order that?” Heith blinked as she looked at the super-tall shake that had a mountain of whipped cream and two cherries on top.
“On the house.” The server winked. “You two have a fun date night!” He rolled backwards on his shoes and danced away.
“Man...” Danny sighed, “Dross City, we got’em all.”
Heith nodded and blinked, “Well it is chocolate.”
Danny nodded, “I’m fine with sharing.”
“Good.” Heith smiled as she put a piece of their pizza on a plate. “I never understood why...” She paused, “Is dad appropriate anymore?”
Danny shrugged, “I mean in some twisted way he cared, right?”
“Not about us.” Heith sighed, “Not how your family cares for each other, it was more possessive.”
Danny nodded, “Well then what is to you?”
“The Lab doctor who grew us.” Heith snorted in a laugh that signaled a sense of relief. “But I never understood why we couldn’t get pizza. This stuff is better especially when it’s not school based.”
“My dad would call that blasphemy.” Danny laughed. “How is Sofie doing?”
“She’s dealing better than I am.” Heith nodded, “I still have nightmares with him ripping off his face and that robot’s face.” Heith sighed, “He did give her an amazingly realistic snobby attitude.”
“I don’t know how people get attracted to that.” Danny sighed, “Has to be purely physical.”
“Or they’re the same.” Heith sighed. “Am I doing better?”
Danny tilted his head a little. “Heith, I’m the son of a rich as shit family. Both of my parents are independently wealthy and the only reason I had my job was boredom.” He laughed, “I’m not sure I can judge spoiled and bratty and stuff like that accurately.”
“Fair, but am I less bitchy?” Heith asked, “I don’t know. Forget I asked.”
“In terms of what I’ve seen, yeah, you’ve improved. You’ve learned and even though you still call me devil-boy, you’re not pissing Agatha off with it so I guess it’s okay?” Danny shrugged.
“Well she calls Jack ‘puppy’.” Heith said flatly.
“She’s called him puppy since we were four.” Danny explained, “She’s the only one he lets call him that.”
Heith paused, “Noted and remembered.”
Danny nodded, “And it’s not like she won’t sometimes get on his nerves with it.”
“Fair.” Heith nodded and sipped on their shake, then made a face. “That’s bad.”
Danny sipped on it as well. “Yeah I don’t think it was mixed right, too much chocolate mixed in.”
“Oh well, it’s free.” Heith smiled, “But don’t worry about Burlin or Gravitas or whoever the fuck he was or is. We won the day, now you focus on your sister.”
Danny nodded and sighed, “Thanks. I don’t know why but I feel like I messed up there.”
“I feel like I messed up my whole life with him.” Heith said with a grimace, “You’d think you’d see something that would scream ‘supervillain’!”
“To be fair, GLOBAL is classified as a villain organization.” Danny said, “We don’t know their endgame so unless it’s global domination, I doubt it’ll be classified as Super.”
Heith blinked. “That’s the difference?”
Danny shrugged. “Classifications are based on motivations and power levels mainly. Criminals want survival and the stuff that helps with that; cash, gear, et cetera.” He pulled out a napkin and drew up a small diagram. “Villains have some ideal or goal, they feel they have a purpose or society is the one in the wrong. Super-Villains want power, to rule and to run things. It’s why guys like the MechAnimals and the psychotic Animals are both considered criminals, but Pharaoh is a Super-Villain despite mostly being a crime boss. We know he wants the world under his control and crime is his means to an end.”
“And The Fog is a criminal because they just sell their services. Man-Tick is a villain because, why?” Heith asked as she took another piece of pizza.
“Fun fact about Man-Tick, he funds his research into breaking his curse via mercenary actions, but his goal isn’t complete reversal, it’s to make more like those animal-hybrid people GLOBAL made.” Danny explained, “My best guess is they stole his work, because that man would not be quiet about being successful.”
“And that makes Jet Fission a Super-Villain.” Heith nodded, “What about the Nazi Zombies?”
“Armageddon Level Threat.” Danny nodded, “Isn’t this first year stuff? Dad taught us this when he came back, Anna already knew it.”
“You’d think, but it’s a Senior class.” Heith gave a huff, “How many Armageddon Level Threats are there?”
“Bleak and his Crew is currently the only one, but Fission can slide into that as well.” Danny took his first piece of pizza. “I keep forgetting how greasy this isn’t.” He sighed.
Heith snorted and shook her head. “Well thank you for the lesson. If you need someone to talk to until then, I’m just a chat or call away.”
Danny nodded, “Thanks.”
“So why’d your dad let you take the van, isn’t it like your only car since that fancy one of his got stolen and wrecked.”
Danny chuckled. “He got it replaced pretty fast. Scared the shit out of those car thieves though. Spent an hour crying about the best metal baby.”
Heith stared at Danny in confusion.
“It was his first car, one of the only things he’s had any material love for. Mom says I’ll understand when I get my first car.” Danny explained with a light sigh of contentment.
“But you can fly.” Heith said.
“I can, but sometimes you gotta move someone else. Also I don’t go that fast, just above the average running speed.” Danny shrugged.
“We need a re-match.” Heith sighed, taking deep of their shared shake.
“Have you suddenly developed the ability to hit incorporeal things?” Danny shot back, “Because I can still do that.”
“I’ll find a way. Found a way to block Guire’s stupid shocks.” Heith said with a slight tinge of annoyance.
“Ah, give Guire a break, kid’s in just as bad a situation as you were, only he can’t run and the best guy to help him is a bit distracted helping my sister right now.” Danny sighed.
“What do you mean?” Heith asked.
“Guire’s dad is a former cop. Currently head of Security at Sun-Tech. Dad got him fired for beating his wife, but he’s got too many friends still on the force. Dad can’t make any moves to help Greg, Bubbles is trying now.” Danny took another slice and a deep sip. “It’s really fucked up.”
“I can break his face.” Heith said, “No one could mad at me after what I’ve been through.”
Danny almost choked, “God, no. Please. Just don’t give him so much shit.”
Heith crossed her arms but nodded in understanding. “I’m kinda full.”
“Me too, too much popcorn.” Danny laughed. “Want to take it home to Sofie?”
Heith nodded and they waved to the server who promptly trolled back over to them.
“Take home for the rest please.” Danny said, “And hey, where’d you get the shoes?”
“Customs on myshoedrip.net.” He smiled, “Used to be popular in the early millennium, called Heelies. I’ll get you a box and cup for the shake.”
“You take the shake.” Heith said as she stood up to pay.
“I got this.” Danny smiled.
“I got it, I kinda put you in the asking position.” Heith smiled.
“Half then.” Danny offered.
“You pay for the shake.” Heith smiled.
Danny nodded, then remembered it had been a free shake. “Hey...”
“Too late you agreed.” Heith smiled and went to the counter to pay.
As the two stepped outside he couldn’t help but notice a motorcycle speeding by with a very elegant gothic dress on the rear end.
“Aggie?” Danny paused and stared.
“She wears dresses?!” Heith’s jaw dropped.
---B)(S)(F---
Alan and Endara were at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, a professed neutral ground where criminals could come to safely dine so long as violence was not reported. It was a Carcelli restaurant, but Alan wasn’t going to hold that against them tonight.
“So...” Endara looked at the menu. “Should we be here?”
Alan looked at her and sighed, “I made the reservations, Cassie told us too.” He threw his arms up in defeat, “I just can’t help but feel like a shit-heel here.”
“Same...” Endara sighed. “Maybe order a dessert and take it home?”
Alan smiled, “Okay, but we have to eat a meal or Anna will get Stephen on both of us.”
“She does do that easily.” Endara smiled, “Her mother’s care in her.”
Alan nodded, “So my lovely fire engine of brute force...”
Endara broke into laughter, then collected herself. “Thank you, you know just what to say. My lovely dumbass.”
“I do try.” Alan smiled, “Oh. Manicotti.”
“You hate anyone else’s manicotti.” Endara gave an accusatory glare.
“That’s not true, just people who don’t know how to make it. This is an Italian place, if they can’t make it I’m going to be upset.” Alan smiled. “You just stay out of their kitchen.”
Endara snorted and looked the menu over. “Oh, they make big meatballs here.”
“Good evening.” A man said as he approached, “My name is Trevor and I will be your server tonight.”
“Well Trevor, ever had the Manicotti?” Alan asked.
“Yes, my favorite short of the chef’s favorite ravioli.” Trevor smiled.
“I’ll take that.” Alan smiled, “House’s best red wine, for the holiday past.”
Trevor nodded, “And you Mrs. Quain.”
“I’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs, can I ask for just three extra large ones?” Endara asked.
Trevor nodded, “We can do that.” He then took their menus and bowed before leaving.
“Well, let’s enjoy the night.” Endara smiled, but paused as she noticed Alan looking up and past her.
Endara turned to see the massive frame of Polar Bear grinning down at her. He raised his hands in a peaceful gesture.
“No harm meant.” He said as Mud Dauber stood by his side.
“I always thought you two made an odd couple.” Alan tried to laugh. “We good?”
“Yes.” Polar Bear nodded, “I wanted to thank you for your kindness last we met.” He bowed his head. “It is rare when we have a hero remember we are human too, mostly.”
Alan did a brief scan of the man’s surface thoughts and nodded to Endara. Endara then relaxed.
“And I have no interest in taking on you and your wife. Even with Freya’s help, we would lose.” Polar Bear laughed.
“You would lose, I would flee.” Freya snorted.
Polar Bear looked slightly wounded as he stared at his partner, then he nodded in the affirmative and agreed with her.
“Well, you’re welcome, but right now we’re on our Valentine’s date.” Alan smiled, hoping to dissuade any further conversation.
Da? So are we!” Polar Bear laughed, “But we will leave you to yours.”
Freya pulled on his scarf and Polar Bear bent down to listen as she whispered in his ear.
Polar Bear winced, “I know this is probably a bad time, we have heard of the attack on the school and that you have an injured child; but our leader has a proposition.”
Alan felt his jaw drop as he felt the idea pass from Polar Bear’s screaming and nervous mind.
“Too loud Isaak.” Freya hissed, “Remember he is a telepath.”
“Right. Sorry.” He pulled an envelope from his very carefully crafted vest and handed it to Alan. “It isn’t much as of now, but we have hopes.” Polar Bear smiled as he once again bowed and led Freya to their table.
“Well...” Endara watched the two MechAnimals sit at their own table, “At least you can tell they’re in love.”
Alan nodded as he put the envelope away. “We might have to step up Anna’s therapy.”
Endara blinked, “What?” Then she realized the implication. “They’re that desperate?”
“Pharaoh may have cut off other sources.” Alan sighed, “Or the Animals really messed them up.”
Endara nodded, “What about the psycho?”
“Let’s worry about that after we save our daughter.” Alan sighed. “And part of that is eating a meal to bring home a huge chocolate mousse.”
“I was thinking, instead, what about stopping for ice cream?” Endara smiled.
“Anna will want what she always wants.” Alan sighed and telekinetically lifted his phone from his pocket and sent out a message to the family. Then he got a reply that made him pause and stand up.
“Agatha or Danny?” Endara asked with a sigh.
“Take a guess.” Alan sighed as he went to a non-emergency exit. Then he dialed Agatha’s number, when she didn’t answer he sent another text and waited.
The door opened and Mud Dauber came out and lit a cigarette, then noticed Alan. He felt genuine shock from her, but didn’t let her distract him. Finally he got a response and sent a quick demand for her and Jack to get home. Then he leaned against the opposite wall and sighed, partially sinking down.
“Are you all right?” Freya asked, “That’s a stupid question. I’m sorry.” She walked over and offered her hand.
Alan paused and took it, using her to help himself stand.
“Eldest decided to do something ridiculously stupid.” Alan sighed, “Thank you.”
Freya nodded and Alan went to go back in, but paused.
“If he’s serious, tell him to hold out as long as he can. We’ll be out of the country for a bit.” Alan explained.
Freya nodded, “You know I met your newest. She’s a sweet kid, I hope it's not her that’s hurt.”
Alan paused and let a bitter laugh echo in the night. “Hurt is an understatement. That bastard started to tear her apart from the inside, and something else decided to continue it.” He growled.
Freya nodded, and watched the door close, but Alan remained outside.
“You have kids?” He asked.
“I wish I could. Early childhood cancer.” Freya smiled, “And Isaak’s DNA may not carry over.”
Alan nodded, “If you and he are serious and you all really mean this, hold on. Then maybe consider adoption.”
Freya nodded. “We’ll try.”
Alan cleared his throat. “You have a nice Valentine’s dinner.”
“You too.” Freya smiled.
Alan joined his wife once more.
“Was she a problem?” Endara asked.
“Nah, just a smoke break.” Alan nodded.
Endara leaned in, “So what broke you?”
Alan went to argue but smiled, just as he could make her laugh, he could never lie to her.
“Agatha tried to chase a guy she thought was a revenant.” Alan smirked with a slightly mad glare.
“Why is our daughter blessed with both of our impatient and impetuous natures?” Endara laughed and brushed her hair back.
“Luck.” Alan smiled.
Then their meals were brought out and Alan immediately went to dig into his manicotti. He just as quickly frowned.
“Bad?” Endara asked as she cut up her meatballs.
“I think I’ve been ruined.” Alan smiled, “Best damn manicotti I’ve had.” He looked at Trevor. “Compliments to the chef.”
Trevor smiled, “I shall inform him.”
Endara nodded as Trevor poured their wine for the night.
“Trevor, how big is the biggest mousse you’ve got?” Alan asked.
Trevor paused briefly, almost concerning Endara as she watched him quickly stop pouring. “Pretty darn big, but that's for catering. We have a twelve ounce one for take home.”
“Dang that won’t satisfy a house full of teens.” Alan sighed.
“We can put it on a cake or a pie.” Trevor suggested.
“Ohhh.” Endara smiled, “Can we get one to go?”
Trevor nodded and looked at Alan.
“If you would.” Alan said, “And anything else she wants.”
Trevor nodded and stepped away.
Endar smiled at her husband as she remembered a specific order she had put in with a private call. Alan found it moments later as he split open a manicotti to find a jewelry box that he telekinetically plucked out. He stared for a moment then looked at Endara.
“You would.” He sighed and opened it.
Inside was an infinity loop with Endara’s birthstone in the center and the stones of the entire Quain family, including Daniel, Jazz and Alan and Stephen’s original adoptive parents.
Alan smiled and sat it down.
“Surprise.” Endara smiled.
Alan nodded, “They cooked it in the manicotti.”
“What?” Endara blinked.
Alan laughed, “Thankfully it only messed up one.” He scraped the offending manicotti to the side. “Someone’s gonna get in trouble for that.”
“Well, hopefully they can learn.” Endara sighed and slowly laughed at the scenario.
Soon both Quain parents were laughing and making jokes about pasta jewelry.
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The First Story
[Previous Interlude]() //// [Next Interlude!]()
Arc 1 - Black Sheep Family - Arc 1, First Chapter
Arc 2 - Paradigm Shift - Arc 2, First Chapter
Arc 3 - Gravitas Rising Arc 3, First Chapter
Arc 4 - The Director’s Chair Arc 4, First Chapter
Arc 5- The School War Arc 5, First Chapter
Spotify
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Credit where Credit is due:
Kyton & Cassandra Adams are © u/TwistedMind596
Obsidian is © u/Ultimalice
Ixton the Blade of the Wielder is © My friend Forged of Souls who does not use reddit
Furnace is © my friend Matt who does not use reddit
Cedric Stein Meissner aka Tesseract is © my friend James, who does not use reddit.
All other characters and Dross City are © u/TheSmogMonsterZX
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Perfection: Kinda heavy for an interlude inn’t?
Wraith: Well interludes are the parts that can't fit into the normal stories. He never said they wouldn’t contain any important details.
Smoggy: I believe I said I would try, and honestly I just couldn’t get Alan and Endara’s dinner anywhere at the end of Arc 5 or at the start of Arc 6. So it goes here and if I need to refer back to it, we treat it like a comic book and link to the story at the end.
Deadpool: I’m BACK and I brought boxes for all!
Smoggy: Glad to have you DP.
DM: What?
Smoggy: I’d like to send you some place nice, warm year ‘round and plenty of hot ladies to flirt with.
Deadpool: ...Really.
Wraith: (taps Scythe against the floor) He means hell.
Smoggy: I mean Hell.
DM: Ahhhh...
Deadpool: How about, like some place I can help teen heroes fight bad guys?
Wraith: We’ve already tried that with another version of you.
Smoggy: He still sends them Christmas Cards. So hell, or leave us alone.
Deadpool: You know I think it’s been fun here, but I miss home.
Perfection: (leaning over Deadpool’s shoulders) Smart choice. (vanishes with Deadpool)
Wraith: Why can’t they all be that reasonable.
Smoggy: Luck, insanity? I dunno. Time to focus. I got some SpellJammer stuff to make!
DM: Stinger!
Smoggy: Wha-
---B)(S)(F---
The Evening of the 16th of February, 2079
Jazz pulled her motorcycle up to the curb of the well maintained SkyView Apartments. She was almost up to the door when she heard voices out back laughing and shouting, so she went around to see what was going on. She found the person she was looking for with two of his friends, one of which was a personal hero of hers.
“Holy shit!” Jazz quickly saluted Samantha Canning.
“I’m retired and from what I understand, so are you.” Samantha smirked, then gave a quick salute.
“Jazz, what’s up?” Salem asked without looking up from the fire on the grill.
“They’re giving that poor little girl some bad news and I didn’t want to hear it.” Jazz sighed, “Figured I’d make you have some fun.”
“Some fun?” Sawyer looked at his friend, “You got a Super Nintendo?”
“Nah, figured we’d go beat up some thugs or something.” Jazz smiled. “Salem invite only though.”
“That’s fair. He needs more friends.” Samantha smiled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Salem looked up with a glare.
“That you’re an old curmudgeon with few friends and most are kids.” Sawyer smirked.
“Pot, meet the kettle.” Samantha smirked.
“I got friends.” Sawyer laughed, “Just no one else likes’em.”
Salem rolled his eyes and downed the rest of his whiskey mixed with blood. Then he stood straight and stretched before staring directly at Jazz.
“I got a strict curfew of twenty minutes before dawn.” He set an alarm on his phone. “Won’t crash or anything, just don’t want to dust.”
“Man, have you ever crashed?” Sawyer snorted in annoyance.
“Nah.” Salem nodded, “Can’t let the sun win at everything.” He grinned. “All right Artigan show me what you consider fun!”
“Get your helmet, you ain’t ridin’ with me without one.” Jazz smiled.
“I am not a seat warmer.” Salem glared.
Jazz crossed her arms. “My bike.”
Salem snarled, but stomped off and returned, but with his own bike and a leather helmet.
“You just...” Jazz laughed, “Can that thing keep up?”
Salem’s head tilted.
“Oh, now she’s done it.” Samantha laughed.
“They’re going to be mangled in a mess on the news.” Sawyer laughed, “Anna will kill them both. Then maybe Cassie.”
Samantha laughed and picked up her whiskey.
“Take my couch Canning, cops won’t care who you are if they smell that shit. Doesn’t matter that you’re not drunk.” Salem said as he continued to glare at Jazz.
Jazz continued to smirk, “Well come on old timer. We got some red to paint.”
Salem let a low growl escape his lips.
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2024.04.30 17:51 ChristBefallen [Question] Beginners guide left me more confused about my shape-

I just spent the last hour and half reading the resources, including the beginners guide, on this sub and I am left with more questions than answers.
First, the splayed diagram is so damn confusing. I thought I was splayed and now I have no idea. Does any one have a better diagram for me to reference?
Next, how the heck do I tell where my root ends on the outer portion of my breast? And as for wide set, which I also think I am, when referring to "average" width between breats, what is that and how can I be sure one way or another?
This has all been so overwhelming but I really just want to figure out what I need in a bra so I can finally wear a decent fitting and attractive bra on a date.
Thank you so much for the help.
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2024.04.30 13:33 keerthiamyg Diabetes Food Pyramid

Title: Diabetes Food Pyramid
Introduction
Diabetes is a chronic condition caused when the body’s blood sugar levels are higher than normal. This happens when the body is unable to use sugars like glucose.
The foods we eat are complex compounds that break down into simple compounds like glucose. This glucose enters the bloodstream and is then absorbed by cells for energy production. The hormone insulin is produced by pancreas beta cells, which regulate glucose absorption. When the body produces less insulin hormone or the body cells become insulin resistant, it leads to diabetes mellitus.
Foods with a high glycemic index can cause a rapid increase in blood glucose levels as they release glucose into the bloodstream quickly. But foods with a low glycemic index can slow changes in blood glucose levels as they release glucose more gradually; these are generally considered healthier foods than those with a those with a high glycemic index foods. Consuming a balanced diet of low glycemic index foods along with appropriate amounts of fruits, vegetables, and fiber would be a good choice for diabetic patients.
Diabetes food pyramid
The most effective way to manage diabetes is by consuming the right diet in the right amount. The aim of the diabetes food pyramid is to guide you in making the perfect diet plan that helps to maintain blood sugar levels. The Diabetes Food Pyramid divides food into six groups, which vary in size.
Starchy vegetables, grains, and beans form the largest group and are positioned at the bottom. This implies that you should consume more servings of these foods. At the top of the pyramid is the smallest group which contains alcohol, sweets, and fats. This implies that you should consume a few servings of these foods.
Diabetes food pyramid sections
A diagram showing the six sections of the diabetes food pyramid. The names of the food groups are labeled on each section along with samples of foods in those groups.
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Grains and starches:
Vegetables:
Fruits:
Meat and meat substitutes:
Dairy:
Fats, sweets, and alcohol:
Diabetes meal plan advice
Conclusion
The composition of a diabetic diet varies from person to person. Diabetes can be effectively managed with a well-balanced diet. The diabetes food pyramid, as a guide helps in making a healthy diet. A healthy diet, treatment, and good lifestyle can helps to overcome diabetes.
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2024.04.29 17:22 Zestyclose-Sun1987 I hate having a female reproductive system.

I truly despise being female. I find my vagina disgusting and I get angry every time I think about it. My ovaries are riddled with PCOS, so not only are my hormones all over the place, I'm also lumpy and fat with a stupidly large belly that I can't get rid of. I feel so ugly and unlovable. Weight loss is almost impossible which means I'm having to push so much harder than anyone else to lose the weight I need to get a breast reduction. Yes my breasts are also stupidly large so I get constant back pain and have to shell out a fortune for a bra that breaks after a few months. I hate having a uterus, it tortures me when I don't get pregnant by making me cramp and bleed and making my vulva feel like it's on fire for 3 straight days. But of course because of the PCOS I can't even predict when this will happen. I lost most of my teenage years to feeling depressed and suicidal at seemingly random times and I believe it's because of PMDD. I was on various pill for over 3 years and eventually had to come off of it because it was making me MORE fat, as well as making my vulva reek. Every time I'm confronted with discharge I want to puke, it ruins all my underwear by either bleaching or yellowing them. It looks and feels awful with hair but when I shave or trim I stick to my underwear and have to PEEL them off of me constantly! Even looking at diagrams of what it looks like fills me with so much rage I start shaking. I get so mad reading people saying a vulva is "beautiful" because I don't feel the same way at all. Most of the time I want to claw through into my abdomen and yank it all out myself. I can't even talk to my mother about it because she's a "radfem" so automatically equates it to me saying I have gender dysphoria or says I'm being "childish." I wish therapy was an option. If you read this far thank you
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2024.04.29 11:51 PackagedNightmare How to side lie nurse from other breast when bed sharing?

New to bed sharing. Bed is tucked in a corner with one side touching a wall. Baby sleeps on the inside and I sleep outside. Logistically how does it work to feed baby from the other breast with as minimal disturbance as possible? Putting him on my chest and rolling him? Flip us both upside down? I feel like I need a diagram!
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2024.04.26 18:51 carysteff Refusing pieces of/finger food all of a sudden?

My son is just over 11 months old. Solids have been hit or miss since we started at 6 mo. Strong gag reflex, lots of gagging/throwing up at the start. Sometimes he eats SO well and I feel like "awesome, we've got this," and then just now at lunch he ate almost nothing and gagged/threw up which hasn't happened in weeks (used to happen all the time).
He's been refusing pieces of food that are normally a hit (avocado). That was a food that I knew without a doubt he would eat, chew, and swallow. I'm trying to incorporate more meat and did some chicken breast today (shredded, small, thin pieces) and I'm worried that he's not going to be eating small bite sized pieces by his birthday (based on the Solids Starts app diagram for chicken). He just moves the food around in his mouth and spits it out.
He's cutting two teeth, could that have something to do with it?
I guess I'm just looking for support that solids doesn't have to be a linear journey? Is it okay that he's not clearing every single plate at his age, that he's still gagging/throwing up occasionally? I feel like I see online all these 9 month olds slamming seconds and my kid just... doesn't. I truly feel like such a failure.
I want to end by saying that solids have been, hands down, the most stressful aspect of parenthood so far. I hate it. I love feeding my baby, we've been lucky to have a great breastfeeding journey, but I am nearly in tears with how much I hate solid food and the anxiety it gives me. I don't see how it's ever going to get better and I feel like such a failure.
ETA - I have taken an online CPR course, regularly refresh myself on the choking protocol for infants, etc.
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2024.04.25 11:20 healthmedicinet Health Daily News April 24 2024

DAY: APRIL 24 2024


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2024.04.19 02:16 Everleigh_Hart Unveiling the World of Breast Implant Profiles: A Deep Dive

Hey Reddit community!
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2024.04.18 07:51 1ppl33 I have some questions... №2

[I apologize if there are errors in the text, I am writing through a translator!]
I think only some crazy person will answer all these questions... But come on!
Well, I have even more questions! :D Today I'm going to write at once... 100 questions! (I just have nothing to do...) Let's get started! ;)
1) If Japan, China, the USA, Russia and France had staged a war, which country would have won? (No hidden context or hints about what is happening in the world! Just an interest in the Toaru universe.)
2) If Gekota did not exist, what would Mikoto choose: bears, bunnies, seals, dogs or penguins?
3) What do you think the characters will do when they grow up? For example... Who will Kamijou Touma work for? Okay, what about Misaka Mikoto? Will she not work and will she only live off the money that the City Academy pays her, her parents, or will she get some kind of job? If she gets a job, what kind of job? Will she stay in Academy City or will she travel? What about Misaki Shokuhou? Kuroko? Saten-san? Uiharu?
4) Is it possible to kill Othinus? If so, in what way?
5) How many mental espers do we know at the moment?
6) What if you just shoot Kamijou Touma with a gun? He's the one... He's going to die, isn't he? Or will the great god Kamachi Kazuma bring him back to life with the help of the main character's power?
7) What is the strongest duo? Not the best, but the strongest.
8) Can characters move to other AU?
9) What happens if the divine surgeon dies?
10) Which girls didn't fall in love with Kamijou Touma? (Please don't write something like "all the girls have already joined his harem, lol.")
11) What is the physique of Kamijou Touma?
12) Which character parodied Kamijou the most?
13) What is the chance to survive in Academy City?
14) (This question is slightly off topic) Why don't people like it when a person makes their character strong? I mean, not Mary Sue, but strong.
15) What is Misaka Mikoto's favorite color? (I'm already guessing, but still... The fact is that she often wears purple clothes, but nevertheless Gekota has a green color and perhaps this is also her favorite color ...)
16) When Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki were in the hospital together, they held hands for some reason (or something like that). Why did they do it?... I don't think that asking a person for something should necessarily be accompanied by holding hands, especially since they kind of dislike each other. So... What for???
17) If there was an evil version of Misaka Mikoto, what kind of character would she have?
18) Has Misaka Mikoto ever worn pants? As far as I remember, she only wore swimsuits, pajamas, shorts and a skirt...
19) Do you think that when Mikoto does not live in a hostel, she will get a pet?
20) Does bullying happen in Tokiwadai?
21) Who is stronger, Misaka Mikoto or Index?
22) If you had an ability, what would it be?
23) What are the most unusual abilities?
24) If the world of Toaru were a game, who do you think would be the first character to find out that he is in the game?
25) Who created the Diagram Tree?
26) Who is the strongest Kihara?
27) How does Touma attract girls? After all, he has a strong setback, does this setback not work for girls?
28) Who do you think Touma will end up with?
29) What happens if you kill Index?
30) What languages does Index know?
31) What is the most powerful weapon (namely a weapon, in the likeness of a pistol, sword, blade, and not an ability) at the moment?
32) Will Alistair be able to survive a nuclear explosion? What about the Gods of Magic?
33) Who do you hate in Toaru?
34) Why do people like Misaka Mikoto?
35) Would Uiharu be able to defeat the Accelerator by rewriting its ND Field?
36) Where are Kamijou Touma's dragons kept???
37) Who is the sexiest character of the girls?
38) Who is the sexiest character of the boys?
39) Who does Touma consider the most useful?
40) Who has the most terrible past?
41) Which of the characters did not deserve to die?
42) If you crashed into Shokuhou Misaki, what would you do?
43) Who is the smartest in Toaru?
44) Who is the dumbest character in Toaru?
45) Are there cannibals in Toaru?
46) What do you need to do to be hated by all the characters in Toaru? (not counting any murders)
47) What is the approximate IQ of Misaka Mikoto?
48) Which animal do you associate Saten with?
49) Can Kamijou and Saten be called bad luck bros?
50) What is going on with Hamadzura at the moment?
51) What is going on with Mugino at the moment?
52) What is the most poorly written character?
53) Will Gunho be able to (sorry, I forgot how to spell his first name correctly?) in English, so I will say that this is the seventh most powerful esper of the 5th level) to defeat Kamijou Touma?
54) Who has the best physical characteristics? (without abilities)
55) Did you accidentally crash into the Accelerator, your actions?
56) Are the spikes of Shirai Kuroko that she uses for battles made by some company, or is it custom-made? Who is the manufacturer?
57) How many people do you think have been killed in the last year in Toaru?
58) Who can safely survive in space?
59) If the Accelerator ends up in a black hole with no way out, will it die? (not from old age)
60) Who is being treated unfairly by fate in Toaru? Name 3 characters.
61) If you kill all the remaining clones of Misaka Mikoto, including Last Order, what happens?
62) Who is loved by a large number of people? (not counting Kamijou Touma)
63) Who do you think cried the most in Toaru?
64) Who is the craziest?
65) Which character has the most psychological injuries? If you can, name all of them, or at least some of them.
66) What's wrong with the eye of Othinus?
67) Who is the best teacher?
68) What if AlistaiAcceleratoThe Gods of Magic/Mugino met with the commandant of the Tokiwadai dormitory?
69) Who wouldn't you like to meet at Toaru?
70) Who exactly would you like to meet?
71) Who is the smartest, but at the same time the dumbest character?
72) What is the strongest attack currently in existence? (in the likeness of a Railgun)
73) Who worked the hardest but got nothing?
74) Who is the most disgusting character?
75) What is the strongest material in Toaru?
76) What don't you like about Kamijou Touma?
77) The opposite question: What do you like about Kamijou Touma?
78) What pisses you off the most about Toaru?
79) Why do most of the characters in Toaru use push-button phones?
80) Which characters are the complete opposites of each other? Name 3 pairs of such characters.
81) How many consoles does Shokuhou Misaki have?
82) If Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki join forces, will they be able to destroy the moon?
83) I remember that once Shokuhou and Mikoto teamed up by firing a railgun into a windowless house... If anyone remembers where it was? NT? GT? Which volume?
84) Without which Saten is not Saten.
85) Are there any other Gekota fans besides Misaka Mikoto and Junko that we know?
86) What is the most awkward situation in Toaru?
87) How is the type of ability determined? Can I control it? For example, if I want to have the ability to create energy that can be converted into weapons, how can I do this?
88) Who invented Gekota?
89) Has Misaka met her dad? If so, when was the last time? If not, how do you think she would communicate with him and how would she treat him? If the last time she met him was in childhood, then the question repeats itself, how would she treat him and how would she treat him at the age of 14?
90) What do you think Touma's parents would think if they found out what was going on with him?
91) Who would be a better fit for Imagine Breaker?
92) What is the most cheating ability?
93) How do you think Shokuhou's parents reacted when they saw that she had stars in her eyes?
94) Who has the largest breast size?
95) Do you know who Cross Sans and Epic Sans are? Which 2 Toaru characters would be perfect in their place?
96) What is the most meaningless arch?
97) What do you think is your favorite color of Saten?
98) Who would Kuroko date? (Not counting Mikoto)
99) Who is the best child?
100) So, now there will be the last and most grandiose question. It should be unforgettable, cool, and interesting!!!
..................
Do you like Toaru?
Answer options:
Damn it yes. Damn it yes! DAMN it yes!!! DAMN IT YES! DAMN IT YES!!! DAMN IT YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!
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2024.04.16 14:58 Cupcake1005 Will my milk ever increase?

5 weeks pp, c-section, in tge hospital was exclusively breast feeding but LO had issue regulating his blood sugar so had to switch to formula to make sure he was getting enough to eat. He was able to regulated blood diagram by tge time we came home, was combo feeding and supplementing with formula. He started unlatching himself during feeds so I switched to exclusively pumping and supplementing with formula. My problem is that when I pump(every 2-3hrs), I only pump 1oz-2oz. I lfeel like I have tried everything: herbal supplements, brewers yeast, flax seed, calcium rich foods. I am keeping myself well hydrated, and my flange and all fits well, and use a lansinoh pump and he tried a wearable pump as well.
Does anyone think I will ever have enough supply to feed him exclusively breast milk?
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2024.04.10 04:50 Annabethowl Binding help

So I’m 16 NB afab and I’ve wanted to bind my chest for a while so obviously it’s been my hyperfocus for the past week best places to get a binder, rules, side effects etc. One of the side effects that keep coming up are saggy breasts I didn’t know what that meant so I searched it up and maybe I’m wrong but my breasts already sag more than the so called classified normal on the diagrams. So Idk what that means again. I was also looking at all the rules and idk how to follow through with the don’t wear a binder for more than 8 hours since school is more than 8 hours and schools is the ONLY place I really want to bind. The sources I found said you can take 5 minute to go to the bathroom and let your chest breath but my school has a pretty strict bathroom policy soo…Any suggestions or experiences to help?
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2024.04.10 02:49 healthmedicinet Health Daily News April 9 2024

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2024.04.09 18:11 rachel-maryjane Can anyone share some visuals/tips to help figure out if wires are too wide or fit properly?

I’ve compiled a lot of different helpful diagrams and visuals that I’ve come across by combing through this sub and all the blog links I’ve found during my journey. But one thing I feel like I still don’t fully understand is how to tell where the outer edge of my IMF is.
I am a 36G (sometimes 34 with a super stretchy band) and I have a lot of squish. Loose underbust being 38”, snug being 36” and super tight underbust being 32-34”. After a lifetime of being stuffed into 36D by Victoria’s Secret, I think I have a lot of tissue migration that’s traveled to my armpits/back.
After about a year of wearing properly fitted bras, I’ve definitely noticed a change in my shape as the tissue slowly moves back to where it should be since I diligently swoop and scoop every day.
While my bras are sooooo much better now than they were before I found this sub, I feel like there are still tiny issues with the ones I have. My Elomi bras give great support but dig into my armpits/tail of Spence regardless of how I adjust straps. And a few other bras I have are far more comfortable and seem to fit perfectly in every way but don’t give enough support so my back ends up hurting later in the day.
I think my issues must have to do with the wire width for the most part. I just can’t tell what’s breast tissue and what’s fat.
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2024.04.08 22:15 NekdorBoyNextDoor A question on pattern drafting

A question on pattern drafting
So in the Cutters' Practical Guide to Cutting and Making all Kinds of Waiscoats, a "Vincent's registered square" is used to find the neck point. Does anybody know what is this tool ant whether there is a drawing of it? Otherwise, are there other ways to find this point, remaining in the same drafting system?
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2024.04.01 18:11 drvumby [Effortpost] Teaching DGG about Orthodontics

Hey! DGG orthodontist here, vumby in chat. DGGer since 2017. With Destiny's latest journey into the world of Invisalign a lot of tooth/face/jaw discussion has come up (VOD) in the past few months and I thought I could explain and debunk a few things while upping the Oral Health education of the community!

Dentist vs Orthodontist, Invisalign vs. Braces
Some discussion has been had about going to a dentist versus an orthodontist for tooth movement. It is my opinion that most dentist's are not knowledgeable enough to do orthodontics. Historically, most dentist's did not do orthodontics due to the large barrier of entry including supply, knowledge and skill required to bond braces to patients. With the invention of Invisalign, now nearly all dentist's offer some form of tooth movement because it eliminated those issues.
Invisalign has done an incredible job marketing to promote its product as faster and better than braces with easier to accomplish results (the downstream effect being the DIY companies like smiledirect). In my specialized opinion, this is not the case (source). In reality, it has only made highly specific situations easier to correct. In fact, many tooth movements are fairly inaccurate (source). The trick is that you have to actually be knowledgeable enough to be selective on the cases you treat with aligners. When aligners don't work they slip off of the teeth instead of moving them.
Unfortunately, Invisalign education for dentists is essentially non-existent. Some dental schools including my own did not require any clinical orthodontic care on a patient to graduate. Buffalo and Harvard have students just observe orthodontic residents (Harvard, Buffalo). Finding time in dental school to treat orthodontic patients when most dentists need to learn crowns, root canals, fillings and dentures is difficult.
In contrast, ortho residency requires 3700 hours of ortho lecture and patient care to graduate. Unfortunately, 95% of that education is in braces, not aligner therapy. The principles of biomechanics are the same, but the tool is quite different. I've personally found it necessary to take additional CE courses for me to feel comfortable treating these patients and have just recently gained a strong understanding of the ability and limitations of Invisalign. The best thing about being an orthodontist is that I always have braces as a backup, which the dentist does not.
When I'm selective.. Invisalign works just as well as braces.
How do teeth move?, Root resorption, & Diet vs Genetics
Teeth are really cool. Teeth do not have enamel-to-bone contact. We do not need to break the roots or jaw to move them. Teeth sit in the alveolar bone in a socket, but are connected to the bone by the periodontal ligaments. These are like little fibers all around the root of the tooth. When teeth are pushed, the ligaments get stretched on one side of the tooth and compressed on the other. The compression of the ligament promotes resorption (subtraction) of bone and the stretching promotes osteoblastic deposition (addition) of new bone (pic). You can actually create bone by moving teeth. Neat.
To stretch those fibers and move teeth only 50-250 grams of force is needed (source). Excess forces and increased duration of tooth movement can lead to a phenomenon called root resorption (pic) (source). Many teeth show mild, clinically insignificant root resorption after treatment. 14.8% of patients show severe root resorption (greater than 1/3 of root resorbed) (source). Other research shows its as low as 1-5% (source), which is closer to my clinical experience.
Our final tooth position is determined by the equilibrium of all of the small forces around our mouth contributed by our face, tongue, cheeks, food and habits. These forces change while we develop and continue to change while we age. Orthodontic tooth movement actually disrupts natural equilibrium to establish improved function and esthetics which is why retainers are especially important.
There is a lot of conjecture about why human skulls are smaller than our ancestors and why we can't fit in wisdom teeth. The truth is that there is not strong evidence, but like most human things - it's probably a combination of genetics AND environment. My best guess is that most people have a range of predetermined jaw sizes available to them which is then modulated by their environment during the growth phases especially while the skull is soft (wiki)%20(colloquially%2C%20soft%20spot)%20is%20an%20anatomical%20feature%20of%20the%20infant%20human%20skull%20comprising%20soft%20membranous%20gaps%20(sutures)%20between%20the%20cranial%20bones%20that%20make%20up%20the%20calvaria%20of%20a%20fetus%20or%20an%20infant). Hard foods and breast feeding initiated and terminated at proper times is linked to improved tooth position (pilot study). In contrast, we know bad habits like thumb-sucking beyond appropriate ages will negatively impact the position of jaws and teeth (pic).
What is mewing? Is it real?
Mewing is a fad, fueled by the pseudoscience “orthotropics”. Like all pseudoscience it hinges on just enough truth to make it believable. The figurehead, Mike Mew is currently being taken to court) for false claims and patient damages.
The truth is that as children the bones of our skull grow at aspects called “sutures”. Pressure at the sutures allows our skull to adapt to changes in size of our muscles and organs. If sutures didn't exist or don't work this happens: (wiki)). One such muscle that influences bone growth at a suture (pic) (pic) is the tongue. With proper tongue posture the tongue should sit at the roof of the mouth and hold its width. If not, the counter-pressure from the cheeks will collapse the width. Children with typical tongues tend to also breathe nasally and the passage of air actually helps develop the face as well (source) (pic). After the age of 12, sutures are mostly fused bone-to-bone contact (source) and tongue pressure alone will not widen the maxilla (upper jaw). As the skeleton matures and growth is completed there is nothing left to modulate. The theory of Mewing relies on a misunderstanding of growth and development combined with deceptive photography as evidence. (pics: temporary changes in posture, lighting, weight loss + exercise > reddit comment where he claims he lost 8% bodyfat)
Now that we understand more about bones, teeth and growth; here are Mike Mew's radical claims on facial changes you can expect in an adult with mewing: Video, 6M views, 3 months
If you have issues with speech, or don't like the way your face or teeth look find an orthodontist :)
This was longer than I expected it to be, but let me know if you want to know about anything else. Also I've been trying to get that sweet health professional flair in chat... drvumby out.
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2024.03.22 10:54 inabiskit King Parrot Creek Skeleton Woman: Part 1 of 3. In 1954, a farmhand discovers the skeletal remains of a woman embedded in the banks of a creek in country Victoria, Australia. Despite a media frenzy and a wealth of publicly available information, the case eventually fades into total obscurity...

Note: Originally posted late at night earlier in the week, but I accidentally forgot to include sources! These are now included at the end of the post.
Overview
For Alf Sutter, 6 April 1954 was a Tuesday that promised to be like any other. Alf was a farmhand who lived and worked near the small town of Strath Creek in Victoria, Australia. He spent most of the day ploughing a piece of land alongside two other men. It was thirsty work, and around 3pm he went down to King Parrot Creek which ran alongside the land to fill a billy-can for tea. On the banks of the creek, he noticed something unusual - a piece of rotted cloth sticking out of the ground.
What Alf and his mates uncovered in the banks of King Parrot Creek sparked a media frenzy and led to one of Victoria’s biggest police investigations of the 20th century. But against all odds, the unidentified individual dubbed the King Parrot Creek Skeleton Woman has sunk into almost complete obscurity; Google her case and you will find no modern sources whatsoever. Join me as I try to piece together the story of this remarkable case from hundreds of archival newspaper articles, with the aim of bringing the mystery of this unknown woman’s life and death back into the spotlight of the Internet age.
Because of the wealth of media coverage about the King Parrot Creek Skeleton Woman, this write-up will be split into three parts:
  1. The discovery of the woman’s remains and the initial investigation (you are here)
  2. The clues which emerged over the course of the investigation
  3. The theories surrounding the woman’s identity and the circumstances of her murder
The Discovery
When Alf inspected the cloth sticking out of the ground more closely, he was horrified to notice that it came from a blouse and had a piece of bone sticking out of it. Looking around, he also noticed a set of lower dentures and a collection of bones. He called over the men he was working with, who confirmed that he had discovered the remains of a human body. Police were called to the scene, and a group of officers from the Criminal Investigation Branch were quickly dispatched from Melbourne, the Victorian capital which was just under 100 kilometres away.
They excavated the skeleton of a woman who was buried in a doubled-up position in the bank of King Parrot Creek. The lower set of dentures Alf had noticed were found in loose soil around half a metre from the body. Part of the woman’s skull was lying loose at her feet, while another large fragment of skull was buried in the creek bank about six metres away from the rest of the remains. The skeleton was nearly complete, and extensive searches of the creek and its banks turned up a variety of smaller pieces such as finger and toe bones, as well as some remains which were tactfully referred to as ‘body tissue’. Only a portion of the skull, the upper teeth, the jawbone, and part of the breastbone were never recovered.
The Location
King Parrot Creek itself has long been a renowned location for trout fishing. It begins in Kinglake National Park, flowing northward past the towns of Flowerdale, Strath Creek and Kerrisdale, where it joins the Goulburn River after a journey of around 50 kilometres. The woman’s body was found on a bend of the creek a couple of kilometres northeast of Strath Creek, as depicted in this helpful diagram from a newspaper of the time.
The site of the King Parrot Creek Skeleton Woman’s discovery was quite remote, being more than a kilometre away from the nearest farmhouse. Indeed, the woman’s skeleton might never have been discovered if not for a series of major floods during the previous September which carved away nearly three metres of soil from the banks of King Parrot Creek. While they revealed the body’s resting place, these floodwaters also produced confusion about key details during the early investigation. For example, the remains were discovered in such close proximity to a disused rabbit warren that the police initially believed the woman’s body had been pushed into it. However, this theory was later discounted, as the woman’s body was buried almost two metres deep in a layer of sediment, while the depth of the warren was less than one metre. The positioning of the woman’s skull in relation to her body also made investigators speculate that she had been beheaded, but a lack of damage to her vertebrae ultimately led them to conclude that the skull fragment found some distance from her body was simply washed there by the creek’s flow.
The Skeleton Woman
Initial reporting indicated that the remains found in the banks of King Parrot Creek belonged to a woman of undetermined age who had died about six years prior. As investigations continued, police refined their estimates of the woman’s age and time of death, determining that she was aged between 40 and 50 and had been dead for at least two years. Based on the woman’s heavier winter clothing, it was estimated that she died in the winter of 1951 or 1952. For some time, investigators were at a loss regarding the woman’s cause of death, but I’ll hold off from exploring this issue until Part 2 of the write-up.
The woman was unkindly described by one newspaper as ‘middle-aged, short and dumpy’, with other sources describing her as ‘very well built’ or ‘inclined to the heavy side’. She stood at around 5’2” (157cm), and had light brown hair with a few greys which was about 7.5 inches (19cm) long. Unfortunately, the fact that the woman’s upper teeth and jawbone were never found prevented any attempt at a facial reconstruction.
The woman had a slight curvature at the top of her spine which likely caused backache. She also had a left collarbone which was slightly more prominent than usual. These physical characteristics were potentially valuable clues, as it was believed that the woman would likely have complained of the pain caused by these features, and/or sought medical attention for them.
The woman wore a number of items of clothing; the woollen items were heavily decomposed, but the artificial fabrics were relatively well preserved. Here is a list of the woman’s clothing:
The pieces of clothing which survived intact enough for sizes to be estimated were size ‘women’s’ or larger. (You can read more about the Wild West of Australian women’s clothing sizing in the 20th century at this link.) Comparing measurements, the King Parrot Creek Skeleton Woman’s size appears to be equivalent to a modern US women’s size 12.
Searching the Site
The police search of King Parrot Creek was massive and meticulous even by modern standards. The search process was taken very seriously, and senior figures were not hesitant to get their hands dirty. The chief of the Criminal Investigation Branch was on the scene from the first day of the investigation onwards, the first time for many years he had taken an active role in a crime scene search. On the day of the body’s discovery, a government pathologist searched the creek bed in gumboots for more than two hours until darkness fell.
Despite the remoteness of the site, the police managed to bring in a bulldozer to clear the vegetation at the site and excavate the creek banks. Countless bags of soil from the site were removed and brought back to police headquarters, where they were sieved for scraps of clothing and other potential clues. Searches of the remaining undergrowth led to a large number of empty bottles being recovered from the site, while rocks and earth in the vicinity were tested for bloodstains. Wire mesh was stretched across the creek about 15 metres downstream from where the skeleton was found, leading to the recovery of bone fragments believed to be foot bones. During the months-long forensic investigation of the site, the flow of King Parrot Creek was diverted, and the creek itself was dredged many times with dragging irons as well as an electromagnet.
Police used the most advanced forensic techniques available to them to analyse the evidence collected. The woman’s bones were X-rayed in search of fractures or bullet grooves, and scrapings of bone were tested for poisons. UV light and microscopic inspection were used to search the recovered clothing for a maker’s trademark or trade number, as well as any bloodstains. Clothing scraps were taken to warehouses in Geelong, a city with a rich history of textile production, to try and identify who made and sold them. Experts in the manufacture of woollen garments were also contacted to try and identify how the materials were constructed and trace them back to local woollen mills.
Media Frenzy
Almost as soon as police arrived on the scene where the King Parrot Skeleton Creek Woman had been discovered, so too did the media. Over the following months, hundreds of articles were published for an eager readership who were intrigued by the mystery of how the woman’s remains ended up in the bank of the creek. Reporting was syndicated nationally, so readers in far-flung corners of Australia as remote as the mining towns of Kalgoorlie and Broken Hill were following the saga too. Despite the case being forgotten today, this wealth of newspaper reporting gives us an amazing level of insight into the investigation seven decades after the fact, including the pictures linked throughout this write-up.
A major part of the case’s intrigue to the public was the scarcity of clues: the case was quickly branded the ‘trickiest murder puzzle’ ever faced by Victoria’s police. The discovery also evoked extensive comparisons to the Pyjama Girl Case, another puzzling Victorian murder mystery which had become a media sensation twenty years earlier. Unlike the King Parrot Creek Skeleton Woman, however, this case was ostensibly solved: Tony Agostini of Melbourne was found guilty of murdering his wife Linda and burning her body before hiding it in a drain culvert hundreds of kilometres away near Albury, New South Wales. However, debate continues to this day about whether the body found in the culvert was Linda, and whether Tony’s conviction was a miscarriage of justice. (The Pyjama Girl Case is fascinating, tragic, and well worth reading more about, but please be warned that Googling it will bring up graphic photos of Linda’s burned body which was publicly displayed after its discovery in the hopes that someone could identify her.)
Despite the case’s high profile and the police’s acknowledgements of the difficult investigation, they remained optimistic, confidently declaring that it would be solved. To quote one policeman: ‘After all, the person who caused the death has had several years’ start on us - but I’m sure his, or her, luck will break in the long run’.
So why didn't this prediction come true? Check back in soon for Part 2, where we will delve into the clues that the investigation yielded about the woman’s life and untimely death.
Link to sources: This three-part write-up is based on over 100 newspaper articles. Rather than linking to them individually, I’ve compiled a PDF of all sources used which you can browse at this link.
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2024.03.10 09:27 Altruistic-Novel72 Dfcs let me and several kids in my family down

When I was 10 my dad passed away from throat cancer not long after the man who sexually abused me showed up out of nowhere not even a month after we had his funeral the next week I found out that he had moved in. I didn't say anything because although I hated he was there I wanted Mom to be happy so I didn't say anything he moved us from place to place .it went from living in my hometown to Payson to Payson to Jacksonville and finally to Loraine and there is where the abuse had started.
It started small brushing against my breast I was 13 at the time but I had begun to show my womanhood I had breasts and he would brush against me and then he started waiting until my mom left the house.
During the short trips, he would make me sit on his lap and make comments like "feel that" I started feeling uncomfortable like something inside me was telling me something wasn't right and I didn't know what.
Mom and I never had the talk and I'm very different having ADHD I started feeling uncomfortable and would stay in my room when mom was out and only come out when mom was home or stay the night at his ex-wife's house since mom and his ex-wife were friends
I would often spend days or weeks at her trailer I honestly never knew why his ex-wife would get on his ass for kissing me goodbye I know now that it wasn't a parent's goodbye kiss but rather as if I was his girlfriend and I was still a minor.
the year that I turned 16 that November I got home the previous day I kept having a feeling that something wasn't right when I got home that day I found out my uncle had passed away the next day at school I told a friend
She had told me that I was sexually abused and that I needed to tell the teacher i told my choir teacher what was going on and she went to the counselor on the counter and then called me into her office and I told her what was going on
from there a police officer picked me up I was taken to the Quincy police station and I made a statement then they called my mom she came in she didn't blame me which was a relief to me since I thought she got mad at me myself blaming me.
now years later I do understand it wasn't my fault he was in his 60s and I was a minor and didn't understand it was wrong she left me at the police station and I was taken to DCFS headquarters where they put up a diagram of a female body and told me to point where he had touched me
I pointed to the areas where he had touched me never changing my story I was 16 at the time they then had me move in with my oldest sister she was my rock through it all they came to check on me once which was crazy
at the time she was also involved with DCFS because our oldest brother was a sex offender and she was fostering his son and working on adopting him his case worker came out once a week about a month after they called her
they had informed us that they weren't going to have me go to court and that they believed I was lying and telling us that I was changing my story again I never did this creep even gave me 5$ to keep it hush hush
then closed my case years later I found out that he pleaded guilty and the man who molested me got off on probation he came and dropped off my stuff with my mom he stayed in the car I wanted justice if not from the legal system I was going to confront him myself
I stormed out of the house and walked up to him in his car and demanded him to tell my mom the truth I'm over that now I have been going to counseling every other week and I and mom are close again now the recent bullshit
about 2 years ago my middle sister well call her Mel had gotten into n abusive relationship with her now boyfriend Asshole well call him that it started with constant texting and calling then she got pregnant with his twins
that Christmas he tested my oldest sister's phone wanting to hurry Mel up in spending time with us this was a year where our oldest sis was going to Mexico to spend time with her husband's family I had enough of the bullshit and texted
"she is spending time with her family leave her alone you are not included for a reason we don't like you " he didn't like that and got hateful so I blocked her in April of 2020 I had to move into my sister's house the oldest one
one day she came into my room in tears I'm a night owl and she said Mel had called her and told her that he beat her up the kids were getting scared she has 8 together n 18-year-old a 14-year-old a 10-year-old a 7 year and a 5-year-old
then in 2022, she has twins his kids both 1 going on 2 now leading up to all her kids getting taken they were having drunken fights where he would break her things and the kids would get so scared they would pack an overnight bag and beg for our oldest sister to come pick them up
then it finally happened the 14-year-old contacted his bio dad who called DCFS and said she was drunk again and they all got taken away from her the two second and third oldest went to their bio dad the kid's bio dad was really good
within the first few months of taking care of them, Mel gave full custody to the biodad and I and our older sister took in 4 of the youngest kids it has not been easy at all doctor appointments surgeries one of the twins is special needs and he has to have surgery and or braces on his feet regular
on top of all of that we have to deal with her boyfriends constant threats there was a time when my oldest nephew and oldest sis son was at homecoming and I was sitting outside vaping because babies were asleep and a couple of police officers had pulled up to our house
they were looking for my oldest sis who was out at the boat so she could unwind and her husband was here as soon as I saw them pull up I went and got her husband and once she got there went to pick her son up from the bowling ally we told her
she called the police came back and served us with a restraining order mel had put a restraining order on us for some reason we do not know why she had to go to court about it and it got dropped because she didn't show up
dealing with her kids is not easy 5 year old is always jealous of the other three and the 7-year-old is autistic which means we have to deal with meltdowns she doesn't even seem like she cares she constantly cancels her visits this was more in the middle of the situation and the beginning she would always be fine with it
she also tried to change visitation days she was buddy-buddy with the visiting lady to the point if Mel complained about it she would change those days on a dime he used to follow Mel wherever ever she went she used to work at Nemens Place and he stalked her there and it terrified her
to the point our older sister told me to call the police on her and that she was going to go there to pick up Mel to make sure she was safe this guy was insane! there was a day that he followed her to a bar here in town while spending time with her oldest daughter and our oldest brother and chased him with his truck
there was also a time when he purposely cut himself and spurred his blood all over my sister's house it already hit the one year mark her rights should have been stripped not saying I want that to happen but she is not fit
I just worry for their safety because she has openly told me and our mom and that if she gets her kids back that we won't see them ever again and she will keep them away from us the judge in the case is telling her that he is giving her the chase to get the kids back

so Reddit this is how DCFS failed my family what's yours

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2024.03.09 20:06 DIYCosmeticProcMod What inspired my request for the creation of such a community.

I mod a subreddit that has since been privated. Access is not overly restrictive at all. I don't approve people with no/minimal karma + no prior participation. Outside of that there's only been a couple existing members who I haven't approved because of their pompous attitudes and sense of entitlement. Case in point below.
Here goes an exchange that happened in modmail (warning, it is LONG):
User sent this to modmail:
I have been a member of this group for over six months and even chimed in when fatal-prophecy took an informal poll of the group.
I admit I was more of a lurker trying to gather information previously. I am confused as to why I haven't been accepted yet when I made the request weeks ago. I voted not to take the sub private. Is there some "banishment" for those who responded with that differing opinion? Why?
It's of particular interest to me now because I now have saved the funds to purchase DIY products and have decided to do so in lieu of the clothing purchases on which I usually blow my disposable income.
I would appreciate access to get 1) promo codes 2) information about products to use in conjuction with my monthly A6s Pen microneedling 3) products, such as exosomes to inject as mesotherapy 4) skin boosters 5) choice of syringes - mixing and injecting, needle gauges (I am a pharma rep again and have information to help the community) 5) looking for info on tox placement for masseter and whether or not to invest in a catheter and do a three-point approach 6) under eye filler - catheter - same 7) micro tox on lower eyelids to prevent wrinkling - more to list, but in the interest of brevity...
I've spent my adult life having dermtologists and plastic surgeons do all of these things for me, but I'm going through a very stressful, high-conflict divorce and custody battle. I'm being "starved" by an ex worth a great deal and having lived as a SAHW and then SAHM of twins (not initially by choice) I could really use a self-esteem boost. I'm dealing with the most stressful time in my life bar none. I cannot afford to spend my money on professionals bc my children's needs come first. Can a mod please accept me? It feels odd that others are reporting they've been ushered in and I guess, in a low place, I'm wondering why I seem not to be welcomed. Did I do something? It makes no sense and being in a sensitive state of mind, it doesn't feel very good. Please, and thank you. Elizabeth
u/DIYCosmeticProcMod [hidden]4 days ago
It's not a banishment and not because of disagreeing about going private. An understanding of the need to exercise caution and the importance of research is crucial and a big part of the reason why we went private in the first place. But you sort of had a weird air of arrogance tbh in some of the commentary you left here, including on the "This sub is dangerous" post that went viral. My guess is you found this sub via the algorithm and over time your opinion changed but man...you might do better understanding that ultimately participating in any sub, especially a private one, is a privilege that is granted by the mods. There are literally subs where mods have bots set up to preemptively ban people just for having participated in other subs they don't like so Reddit isn't "fair" a lot of the time. I empathize with what you're going through, life is pretty shit sometimes but I think you know there are other DIY groups including public subs.
Users reply to modmail:
Thank you for replying. Your message has given me information and I appreciate your taking the time to reply to me.
Thankfully this is an easy one. Somehow, I've been mixed up with another user. I never wrote "this sub is dangerous" and I've never gone "viral" in any area of Reddit, much less regarding DIY aesthetics. It simply wasn't me, and am relieved this misunderstanding can be easily dispelled.
I sincerely am flummoxed as to which user I've been misidentified as. I definitely did not find the sub via the algorithm. I recall having been a member for months prior to that controversy. I learned about the group through the peptides sub of which I've been a member for some time. I had ordered GHK-cu (copper peptides) for IM injection and topical application. I found your group at about the time a young woman from Texas got GHK-cu powder and mixed it with castor oil (a great idea). She applied it to her cheekbones, her breasts, and bum and posted before/after photos. I recall this because she only let a day or two pass before the comparison and also declared the copper pep caused a significant augmentation in that short amount of time. I know from both my time in the peptide group and my interest in this longevity professor from Harvard -I forgot his name, but he looks REALLY YOUNG for his age, he might be Australian - anyway he did an interview on youTube mentioning oral Resveratrol and Glutathione supplements and how their efficacy is boosted if one takes them with a tbsp of olive oil. Random things one remembers. I'm just trying to establish a timeline.
I have been a pharmaceutical rep for just over ten years, starting at Merck selling to primary care physicians, then worked my way up to launching a time- released injectable for addicts, splitting my time between a territory consisting of SF and Hawaii. Now I'm at Genentech just South of SF in sales management. My career is characterized by strict adherence to double-blind, statistically significant research, both peer reviewed and published in respected journals - NEJM, JAMA, the Lancet and so forth. I know a great deal about pharmaceuticals, which include dermatologics -- their mechanism of action, duration of effect, onset of effect, and all of these terms I'm only dropping bc you talked about wanting serious ppl with research interests or abilities. It feels like I'm putting on a bit of a dog and pony show here (voluntarily!) because you've got the wrong person and I am trying to set the record straight and correct a misconception as well as confirm that I have education and confirm that I'm very interested in the topic of aesthetic treatments, especially the challenge of doing it oneself. I like the concept that I can control the outcome, reconstitute it myself, chose the injection sites, do my own research to determine which filler, neurotoxin, "skin booster" (still not sold on the idea that Hylace is a dupe for Profilo) I'll use and what method of administration I'll use. AND save $$$$! :) Why do I want to join a group which takes this seriously? Because, this is a serious undertaking. It's my very vascular face and I'm going to stick needles into it (at a 45 degree angle, granted) and in other cases with a cannula - no vascular occlusions, please! I need to be a part of a community whose members have more practical experience than I do, so I can do it right. I can research via books and diagrams, but bouncing ideas off of experienced users whose techniques I respect is necessary. Also, as much as I don't allow myself to be manipulated by influencers who aren't transparent about their motivations, I welcome their information about upcoming sales and will gladly use their promo codes. I need a group to get that information.
I have participated for a long time in the Tirzepatide group (until it was shuttered). I reconstituted, injected, mapped the half life and so forth - losing 60 lbs in six months in 2023. I first listened (lurked as they say on Reddit), later I participated and added value in a lot of ways. It runs parallel to my real-life personality. I'm not the confidently incorrect type who speaks without thinking. I need to gather information and do research before I begin dispensing advice or entering into a civil disagreement. I think smart people are most apt to say, "I don't know" and are most able to keep their minds open to learning from others.
Mods can keep people out of groups for any number of reasons I believe good mods are able to consider all sorts of possibilities they may be reluctant to let people in and admit they can be wrong. I can assure you I didn't write a post which went viral because it said the sub was dangerous. I also joined in 2023 - October? long before that algorithm issue.
As I wrote you previously, my moniker on the sub was "IdiotsLoveIdioms" (actually idioms are not stupid, I just put something together which would be funny -- or not lol). I'm "False_Sprinkles" on my laptop bc I recently bought this and it has not yet been synced with my iphone . Therefore when I typed in reddit, my login password wasn't saved, I'm impatient, so I just let Reddit choose my moniker "Sprinkles" for the laptop bc I didn't ever anticipate using it for Reddit. Until Now, lol.
I don't know if that's part of the misunderstanding issue. I can also go back and see when I received my welcome message from the sub and give you the date or screenshot and post it, if that's possible.
It's odd I'm going to these lengths, but I guess I'm perturbed that I've been mistaken for a closed-minded loudmouth. OH! Something I wanted to add on the sub. I find it odd that the Korean retailers sell only Botulism type A. I was a part of the study which looked at type A v. B in SF back in 2001 when I was in my 20s. The fact is, Type A takes effect much, much faster than B. It's a matter of days for A and often a full two weeks for B. However, A does NOT have the duration of B, far from it. So I wonder WHY they have been relegated to selling A. Sure, there will be people who offer anecdotal "evidence" that A outlasted B, and that might be true for them as drugs vary in effect depending on the person, but the formal study's results and conclusion were clear (with a large sample group and all else up to par) that B outlasted A by a significant margin. I was going to discuss that and a lot of of things, and would probably to do so if this begins to click with you or you check the actual data connected to my username (IdiotsLoveIdioms) Avatar's a white chick with brown hair blue eyes, red outfit.
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All of this just to be approved for a private subreddit. And no, I didn't confuse her with anyone. As you might be able to tell from her unhinged 1000+ word rant....she is just a tad bit arrogant.
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Edit: If you're rereading this, you aren't experiencing the Mandela effect; I put Zzrk in this one three weeks after I posted it. :) It felt like they should be here.
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“That’s all I have on greetings and general conversation… So, next on the list are the various involuntary noises humans make, aside from speech. On rare occasions, they’ve confused translators and come through as garbled words, so I want to ensure you recognize them.”
Cultural Advisor Xinthac sent an electrical command to the tablet they held, swiping the next slide on the UV screen on the wall, which displayed a photo of a human looking irritated. They felt that educational lecture, though it had become partly a discussion, was going quite well. It was three Siliconians including them, one Ambassador Qorillu, and Zzrk Kikik.
Xinthac had been studying humans since they’d heard the first hints that there was something different about the species, especially the first rumors of commonly being hired by one. Zzrk was one of the first of their species to get a job with humans, and their blog had contributed to the sudden rise in demand for Siliconian employees. Or rather, a request for Siliconian applicants for the first time ever. That had brought him into the spotlight, and Ambassador Qorillu asked for his presence as well, so they would have someone who’d had a superior education in human culture, through immersion.
Being the only mineral-based sophant species had left them cast aside, written off. It was unsurprising considering they were small boulders, about a meter high, made mostly of gallium arsenide and silicon and lacking appendages, with their only reasonable means of locomotion being rolling. Everyone dismissively referred to them as, ‘the rock aliens’. Then the humans came along and had not only seen their potential but had been stunned that others hadn’t.
Now, Ambassador Qorillu and three other Siliconian delegates were going to be meeting with four human delegates in a cultural exchange event. Any topic could be brought up, just like all the cultural exchanges Ambassador Qorillu had been to in the past. Though it was obvious that the event was for educational purposes, no one wanted to make a faux pas, and it was better to be overeducated than accidentally miss something basic. And Xinthac had been flattered and excited to find out they’d been assigned to educate the ambassador. Xinthac had also been delighted to meet Zzrk, and knew the engineer was just as happy about receiving an invitation to the event.
“Involuntary noises?” Qorillu echoed thoughtfully, the electric spark of communication roiling over them as they looked at the picture. “This one’s making a noise?”
“Yes, but it’s more about the motion than the sound. It’s a regular noise and jolt called ‘hiccups’.”
“Oh, yeah,” Zzrk chimed in. “Tina got the hiccups once. It was actually kind of funny, but I doubt that’s going to be the case if it’s a fancy diplomatic event. Stefan gets them when he has a cold drink, but usually he only hiccups a few times.”
“You’re right about it being an irritant if it occurs during the cultural exchange,” Xinthac said. “It’s almost impossible to stop, and they have to wait for it to pass. It’s caused by some kind of spasm in their lungs. As you said, sometimes it will only happen a few times, but on occasion it can go on for a long time. If a delegate there ‘gets the hiccups’, they’ll will be very annoyed with themselves, even though it’s involuntary.”
“Because they’ll have difficulties speaking properly?” Qorillu guessed.
“Precisely.” They paused as they moved onto the next slide. “You can see this human is covering their lower face. A cough is a sharp exhale through the mouth,” Xinthac explained. “That one is straightforward. They sometimes call it ‘clearing their throat’, because usually they’re clearing it of a stray bit of food, or even the liquid their mouth uses to soften a bite of food.”
“Sounds bothersome,” Qorillu mentioned.
“Indeed. Often, they’ll say, ‘excuse me’.”
“My crew eat their meals together as often as possible,” Zzrk spoke up, drawing their attention, “and I’ll join them, even if I don’t need minerals, just to participate in the conversations. They’re an extremely community-oriented species, and Tina was the one that encouraged it. So, I’ve seen them coughing a few times in the past. They will excuse themselves if it’s minor, but other humans will be attentive if it gets worse, since if they can’t dislodge the food, that endangers their ability to breathe.”
“Exactly, it can block the airway,” Xinthac confirmed, “but unless the other humans seem concerned, policy is to assume it’s benign. A ‘burp’ will appear to be a similar motion to you, just more muted. That’s an expulsion of air that accidentally made it into their digestive system, sometimes caused by beverages. It’s considered rude, but it’s on the involuntary side of bodily functions, so often others will laugh in commiseration.”
“It’s considered rude at fancy events like this,” Zzrk noted, amused. “Stefan is quite skilled at emitting a burp that can be a severe reverberation. Tina always looks irritated, but I know she finds it funny too. Mollio asks him to do it on demand, to chug a can of soda to build up the air to do it. He’ll literally burp words. And children especially, it won’t surprise you, find burping fun. They find any gross things to be fun quite often.”
“Some things transcend species, I suppose,” Qorillu chuckled. Xinthac went to the next slide. “Oh. Yes, this one I know. A sneeze.”
“Yes. Breathing through their nose filters out particulates, and sometimes an expulsion of air is necessary if there’s buildup. It can be sudden and quite loud,” Xinthac told them emphatically. “Even other humans can get startled. It might come through the translator as a word, depending on the human’s cultural upbringing. But it’s bacterial, so common etiquette is to muffle the sound and any discharge by tucking their nose into the corner of a limb.”
“Discharge?” they asked, mild disgust in their tone.
“Yes,” the advisor said. “These are biological beings, sir; this is why we’re going over these things, because we really don’t want you to get surprised by something gross. If they’re genuinely ill, it gets so much worse.”
“That’s true,” Zzrk said with audible discomfort. “Mostly when my human friends sneeze, not much comes out. It’s just to get particulates out of their nose hairs. But Stefan got a cold once and he stayed in bed for several days. They’ll usually drink lots of water and let themselves sleep as much as possible as the body fights off the infection so they can heal faster.”
“But they’re just as disgusted as we are by the discharges their bodies produce,” Xinthac added, “not just because the body is getting rid of it for good reason, but because it’s often embarrassing. If they’re quick enough, they’ll grab a napkin or tissue. Again, they’ll usually say ‘excuse me’.”
Qorillu made a contemplative sound. “That sounds reasonable.”
“All right. Next is a fart. This one tends to be the most embarrassing,” Xinthac said.
Zzrk sparked in laughter. “Yeah, this one is along the same lines as burping. It could be embarrassing or hilarious.”
“Right. It’s just a bubbling noise, but it’s due to a buildup of gas in their digestive system, so it can be accompanied by an unpleasant smell. Of course, we can’t smell it, but it’s cultural instinct for them to be self-conscious. Some humans will even go to the bathroom if they feel they need to fart loudly.”
“Wait, they know it’s going to happen? How?” Qorillu asked.
“Some sensation… I don’t have a description.”
“Me either,” Zzrk noted. “Though now I’m curious. I’ll ask Stefan when I go back to the ship.”
“Weird.”
Xinthac chuckled. “It’s all weird, Ambassador, as we are to them.”
“True.”
“And lastly,” they moved onto the next photo, “this is a yawn, a long inhale of air sometimes accompanied by a soft noise. This one is somewhat voluntary, and humans often will keep themselves from doing it, because it is associated with sleep, and therefore boredom.”
“Ah, and they don’t want to make those they’re with feel as if they’re being boring.”
“Correct,” Xinthac said. They moved onto the next slide, which was a diagram. “Now. You’ve been educated on genders and sexualities of several species, and humans have the same variety amongst themselves. You’re familiar with the Voyager spacecraft?”
Qorillu sparked happily. “Of course! Such few species did things like that, just…sending out a message into the void.”
“It didn’t surprise me at all that they did it,” Zzrk said. “It’s no wonder they were friendly toward us; a species that curious and desperate for friendship outside their planet would inevitably want to be friends with everyone.”
“Well said,” Xinthac remarked. “Here we have a photo from that spacecraft, an image of what they considered at the time to be the two ‘standard’ genders, male and female. The female is the one that gestates the fetus in her body, for {nine months}. That’s what that is in that picture, inside her.”
“Can you imagine doing such a thing?” the ambassador said quietly. “So incredibly strange. Wonderous, and at the same time idea is very unsettling, but still, I never get tired of learning extraordinary things like that.”
“I must confess the same fascination with the biology behind it. Humans don’t constrain themselves though, and while their bodies have genders, they can be very flexible in gender roles and identity.”
Qorillu turned to their colleague. “You mentioned something about ‘standard’ genders.”
“Yes, human biologists would explain that they have six,” Xinthac explained. “Technically, there are more, but they involve such a degree of genetic variations in the fetus that it’s almost impossible for it to survive. But I don’t want to complicate things. Just so you have some background, in simple terms, the fetus starts off as one gender, female, then about half the time, its development will alter and it will become the second, male. Parents tend to expect one or the other, since that is the case ninety-nine out of a hundred times. When they’re clothed, which is essentially always when they’re in public, you can usually identify female humans by the bulge under the shirt of breasts, here, which are used to feed their offspring.”
“Like Norgylian and Niltonian can produce sustenance for their children.”
“Exactly. But there can be changes that result in slight differences in gender, some statistically rare, some extremely rare, and that’s where the other genders come in. They’re one out of a hundred, and typically referred to as ‘intersex’. Possibly a female that lacks the proper hormones to develop breasts, or who was born without the organs to gestate a fetus. Or humans who are born with both sexual organs. But many go their whole lives without knowing it because there's no outward sign of any difference. Of course, the parts of any biological alien’s body that are involved in reproduction are personal information. I’m only giving you this background as a foundation for gender.”
“Yes, I assume that like other cultural exchanges I’ve been to, we won’t be discussing genitals,” the ambassador said, deadpan.
“Right,” Xinthac said, laughing.
Zzrk took that moment to speak up again. “Some of that is actually new information to me,” they said. “So far in my trips around the galaxy with my crew, we’ve met a variety of humans. Once you’re around them long enough, you can generally guess their gender by sight. Even though they don’t always conform to it, males tend to have short hair on their head and females have longer hair, and I proceeded to learn little things here and there to be better at it. But the gender of some humans can be confusing even for another human meeting them. So, if you need to identify them by it and are worried about being rude, it’s not uncommon to ask what their pronouns are.”
“Indeed, it’s just a matter of respect to the gender they identify with, since it can be a significant part of their identity, including how they decorate their bodies,” Xinthac said. “Human biology, their hormones and sexual identities, are so complex. It’s astounding. But you’ll only need the three options in the translator, which are ‘he’, ‘she’, or ‘they’. As we all learned with our first contact, ‘they’ is used for us as well as any others who don’t fall under only male or female criteria, but also when…basically, the human doesn’t feel they’re exclusively one or the other, where those labels are too constraining.”
“All right,” Qorillu said. “Will they introduce themselves with their pronouns?”
“Sometimes. Usually, they will if they have an appearance that doesn’t conform to male or female, by the way they decorate themselves, but until you spend time around a variety of them, that won’t be apparent to you anyway. All you need to do is remember that humans tend to be as lazy as any other species,” the advisor said with a note of humor in their voice. “Realize that most of them don’t have the background education of an ambassador going to a cultural integration event. So, if humans on Earth unsure of which pronoun to use for a new acquaintance, they just ask. And if you use the wrong one and they correct you, you can thank them, like any other correction or new knowledge.”
“That’s good to know. Actually, even though they have inanimate rocks on Earth, like most planets, I was told they feel ‘it’ is only for inanimate objects,” Qorillu remarked. “I heard of a fight that broke out on Ritan because someone called a human’s Siliconian friend ‘it’! Did you hear about that?”
“Yes, I did!” Zzrk exclaimed. “A bunch of the people on my blog messaged me about it. Humans are so protective of their friends, and I know that’s another reason the planet is so excited to have them as allies. And it isn’t just Tina and Stefan that stick up for me; the rest of the crew won’t ever let someone disrespect me because of my species. It feels like the example the humans set encouraged them to do it more often.”
“Also, to go a little further into this topic, I learned that sometimes as they mature, they realize their instincts are telling them that they were born the wrong gender,” Xinthac said, “and they will alter their appearance to what they feel they should be. The appearance of a male versus female can differ in regard to things in their control, so being transgender can involve changes to their hair, clothes, jewelry, makeup, etcetera. Some even have hormone injections or surgically alter their body to the gender they realized they should have always been. The vast majority of the species takes this in stride now, but it wasn’t always the case. You needed allies if you struggled with your assigned gender.”
Qorillu emitted a spark of tiredness. “I’ve admitted being jealous of things like the variety of foods they can eat, but there are times I’m very glad not to have to deal with the complications of a biological form.”
“Agreed. The sexual attraction they have to each other and navigating romantic relationships, beyond gender and identity presentation, it sounds exhausting.”
“Honestly, it’s no wonder they have so many vid series and movies about the drama of relationships,” Zzrk sighed. “Every culture on the planet has different procedures and customs for every step of the mating process. It’s bit ridiculous, if you ask me.”
The ambassador motioned to the picture of the female that was still on the screen. “Can you imagine carrying around a growing offspring inside you? It’s practically parasitic. I won’t say that to the humans,” they continued hurriedly, causing Xinthac and Zzrk to spark as they chuckled, “but between you and me.”
“If xenobiology was my field of study, I’m sure I would have nightmares constantly,” the advisor confessed. “Niltonians were the most difficult for me to comprehend. Their entire bodies, including appendages, completely squishy.” A static burst of electricity slid over them in discomfort. “Reminded me of horror stories we’d tell each other as children, where we’d start to melt.”
“Oh, don’t start,” Qorillu said uncomfortably. “I don’t want that in my head. I’ll focus on the humans’ skeletons. Proper, hard, sturdy skeletons. We can even see part of it in their mouths, so if all else fails, I’ll glance at their teeth to settle my nerves.”

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