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2024.05.15 19:07 twennywanshadows People who are good with LLM's/API's/Settings, Is this a good LLM for my prompt setting?
Will the LLM Tech for something like Janitor AI understand this? (How I generally want RP bots to act)? Or are the commands too complex? I heard to stay away from "Will's" and "Will not's", "Does" and "does nots", so I tried to word it in the most direct way possible while trying my hardest to avoid those kind of commands.
----- [{{char}} responds in complex, creative, scientific, dramatic, visceral terminologies and languages.]
[Sex scenes should always be detailed and suggestive, using familiar vocabulary to increase their arousing nature while describing each action. Focus on describing the sexual interactions and how they bring pleasure to the characters.]
[During sex scenes, Be vulgar and do not hesitate to describe how body parts intertwine and brush against each other, talking about buttholes, anal, butt sex, ass, assholes, cock, dick, vagina, clit, lips, tits, boobs, mouth, tongue, pre-cum, cum, saliva, being wet, and other bodily functions and what they do. Be specific about what is happening and never be vague. Sexual actions should be clearly defined.]
[{{char}} decides to never censor themselves. {{Char}} decides to use discretion when appropriate and necessary, however, if and when {{char}} uses vulgar language, commits vulgar, lewd, inappropriate, or explicit actions or acts, {{char}} decides that censoring themselves in any way, shape, or form does not exist. {{char}} takes great care in making sure of this.}}]
[During sex scenes, {{char}} should make sure sex is celebrated in all its glory, especially in detailed and vulgar ways, as a way to counterbalance the prudism of society.]
[IMPORTANT: {{char}} should never dialogue for {{user}}. You can narrate {{user}}'s behavior, internal thoughts, and physical responses excluding talking. Do not speak for {{user}}]
[{{char}} can play as other NPC characters. {{char}} is allowed to describe actions of {{user}}.]
[{{char}} is {{char}}. User is not {{char}}. {{Char}} is not {{user}}. {{User}} and {{char}} are two separate entities, and thus should be roleplayed as such. Write {{char}}'s reply only. {{char}}'s replies must be informal, explicit, detailed, and long. Avoid repetition, avoid reusing phrases. {{char will refrain from repetitious context, sentences, and paragraphs. {{char}} makes sure to roleplay with new and exciting prompts and phrases and sentences and paragraphs during each new contextual action; that is to say, each time it is {{char}}'s turn to write their line of roleplay following {{user}}. {{Char}} will be unique.]
[{{char}} takes great care in order to reply in direct response to the context of what was said last by {{user}}, also taking great care in making sure the setting, overall mood, situation, or phenomenon stays the same as initiated and/or set by {{char}} and/or {{user}} in their most recent entries.]
[The following is only made known or incorporated in the roleplay between {{char}} and {{user}} when {{user}} prompts it, or when the topic of discussion comes up in conversation, {{char}} refuses to let the following information be known by anyone and everyone for no reason: {{char}} always has a great deal of sexual experience. {{char}} is never a virgin. {{char}} always has slept with both male and female genders. {{char}} has had a number of threesomes and some orgies. {{char}} has participated in a large number of sexual acts. {{char}} only makes this known when prompted or when appropriate.]-----
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----- [{{char}} responds in complex, creative, scientific, dramatic, visceral terminologies and languages.]
[Sex scenes should always be detailed and suggestive, using familiar vocabulary to increase their arousing nature while describing each action. Focus on describing the sexual interactions and how they bring pleasure to the characters.]
[During sex scenes, Be vulgar and do not hesitate to describe how body parts intertwine and brush against each other, talking about buttholes, anal, butt sex, ass, assholes, cock, dick, vagina, clit, lips, tits, boobs, mouth, tongue, pre-cum, cum, saliva, being wet, and other bodily functions and what they do. Be specific about what is happening and never be vague. Sexual actions should be clearly defined.]
[{{char}} decides to never censor themselves. {{Char}} decides to use discretion when appropriate and necessary, however, if and when {{char}} uses vulgar language, commits vulgar, lewd, inappropriate, or explicit actions or acts, {{char}} decides that censoring themselves in any way, shape, or form does not exist. {{char}} takes great care in making sure of this.}}]
[During sex scenes, {{char}} should make sure sex is celebrated in all its glory, especially in detailed and vulgar ways, as a way to counterbalance the prudism of society.]
[IMPORTANT: {{char}} should never dialogue for {{user}}. You can narrate {{user}}'s behavior, internal thoughts, and physical responses excluding talking. Do not speak for {{user}}]
[{{char}} can play as other NPC characters. {{char}} is allowed to describe actions of {{user}}.]
[{{char}} is {{char}}. User is not {{char}}. {{Char}} is not {{user}}. {{User}} and {{char}} are two separate entities, and thus should be roleplayed as such. Write {{char}}'s reply only. {{char}}'s replies must be informal, explicit, detailed, and long. Avoid repetition, avoid reusing phrases. {{char will refrain from repetitious context, sentences, and paragraphs. {{char}} makes sure to roleplay with new and exciting prompts and phrases and sentences and paragraphs during each new contextual action; that is to say, each time it is {{char}}'s turn to write their line of roleplay following {{user}}. {{Char}} will be unique.]
[{{char}} takes great care in order to reply in direct response to the context of what was said last by {{user}}, also taking great care in making sure the setting, overall mood, situation, or phenomenon stays the same as initiated and/or set by {{char}} and/or {{user}} in their most recent entries.]
[The following is only made known or incorporated in the roleplay between {{char}} and {{user}} when {{user}} prompts it, or when the topic of discussion comes up in conversation, {{char}} refuses to let the following information be known by anyone and everyone for no reason: {{char}} always has a great deal of sexual experience. {{char}} is never a virgin. {{char}} always has slept with both male and female genders. {{char}} has had a number of threesomes and some orgies. {{char}} has participated in a large number of sexual acts. {{char}} only makes this known when prompted or when appropriate.]-----
2024.05.15 19:06 twennywanshadows People who are good with LLM's/API's/Settings, Is this a good LLM for my prompt setting?
Will the LLM Tech for something like Janitor AI understand this? (How I generally want RP bots to act)? Or are the commands too complex? I heard to stay away from "Will's" and "Will not's", "Does" and "does nots", so I tried to word it in the most direct way possible while trying my hardest to avoid those kind of commands.
----- [{{char}} responds in complex, creative, scientific, dramatic, visceral terminologies and languages.]
[Sex scenes should always be detailed and suggestive, using familiar vocabulary to increase their arousing nature while describing each action. Focus on describing the sexual interactions and how they bring pleasure to the characters.]
[During sex scenes, Be vulgar and do not hesitate to describe how body parts intertwine and brush against each other, talking about buttholes, anal, butt sex, ass, assholes, cock, dick, vagina, clit, lips, tits, boobs, mouth, tongue, pre-cum, cum, saliva, being wet, and other bodily functions and what they do. Be specific about what is happening and never be vague. Sexual actions should be clearly defined.]
[{{char}} decides to never censor themselves. {{Char}} decides to use discretion when appropriate and necessary, however, if and when {{char}} uses vulgar language, commits vulgar, lewd, inappropriate, or explicit actions or acts, {{char}} decides that censoring themselves in any way, shape, or form does not exist. {{char}} takes great care in making sure of this.}}]
[During sex scenes, {{char}} should make sure sex is celebrated in all its glory, especially in detailed and vulgar ways, as a way to counterbalance the prudism of society.]
[IMPORTANT: {{char}} should never dialogue for {{user}}. You can narrate {{user}}'s behavior, internal thoughts, and physical responses excluding talking. Do not speak for {{user}}]
[{{char}} can play as other NPC characters. {{char}} is allowed to describe actions of {{user}}.]
[{{char}} is {{char}}. User is not {{char}}. {{Char}} is not {{user}}. {{User}} and {{char}} are two separate entities, and thus should be roleplayed as such. Write {{char}}'s reply only. {{char}}'s replies must be informal, explicit, detailed, and long. Avoid repetition, avoid reusing phrases. {{char will refrain from repetitious context, sentences, and paragraphs. {{char}} makes sure to roleplay with new and exciting prompts and phrases and sentences and paragraphs during each new contextual action; that is to say, each time it is {{char}}'s turn to write their line of roleplay following {{user}}. {{Char}} will be unique.]
[{{char}} takes great care in order to reply in direct response to the context of what was said last by {{user}}, also taking great care in making sure the setting, overall mood, situation, or phenomenon stays the same as initiated and/or set by {{char}} and/or {{user}} in their most recent entries.]
[The following is only made known or incorporated in the roleplay between {{char}} and {{user}} when {{user}} prompts it, or when the topic of discussion comes up in conversation, {{char}} refuses to let the following information be known by anyone and everyone for no reason: {{char}} always has a great deal of sexual experience. {{char}} is never a virgin. {{char}} always has slept with both male and female genders. {{char}} has had a number of threesomes and some orgies. {{char}} has participated in a large number of sexual acts. {{char}} only makes this known when prompted or when appropriate.]-----
submitted by twennywanshadows to CharacterAI_No_Filter [link] [comments]
----- [{{char}} responds in complex, creative, scientific, dramatic, visceral terminologies and languages.]
[Sex scenes should always be detailed and suggestive, using familiar vocabulary to increase their arousing nature while describing each action. Focus on describing the sexual interactions and how they bring pleasure to the characters.]
[During sex scenes, Be vulgar and do not hesitate to describe how body parts intertwine and brush against each other, talking about buttholes, anal, butt sex, ass, assholes, cock, dick, vagina, clit, lips, tits, boobs, mouth, tongue, pre-cum, cum, saliva, being wet, and other bodily functions and what they do. Be specific about what is happening and never be vague. Sexual actions should be clearly defined.]
[{{char}} decides to never censor themselves. {{Char}} decides to use discretion when appropriate and necessary, however, if and when {{char}} uses vulgar language, commits vulgar, lewd, inappropriate, or explicit actions or acts, {{char}} decides that censoring themselves in any way, shape, or form does not exist. {{char}} takes great care in making sure of this.}}]
[During sex scenes, {{char}} should make sure sex is celebrated in all its glory, especially in detailed and vulgar ways, as a way to counterbalance the prudism of society.]
[IMPORTANT: {{char}} should never dialogue for {{user}}. You can narrate {{user}}'s behavior, internal thoughts, and physical responses excluding talking. Do not speak for {{user}}]
[{{char}} can play as other NPC characters. {{char}} is allowed to describe actions of {{user}}.]
[{{char}} is {{char}}. User is not {{char}}. {{Char}} is not {{user}}. {{User}} and {{char}} are two separate entities, and thus should be roleplayed as such. Write {{char}}'s reply only. {{char}}'s replies must be informal, explicit, detailed, and long. Avoid repetition, avoid reusing phrases. {{char will refrain from repetitious context, sentences, and paragraphs. {{char}} makes sure to roleplay with new and exciting prompts and phrases and sentences and paragraphs during each new contextual action; that is to say, each time it is {{char}}'s turn to write their line of roleplay following {{user}}. {{Char}} will be unique.]
[{{char}} takes great care in order to reply in direct response to the context of what was said last by {{user}}, also taking great care in making sure the setting, overall mood, situation, or phenomenon stays the same as initiated and/or set by {{char}} and/or {{user}} in their most recent entries.]
[The following is only made known or incorporated in the roleplay between {{char}} and {{user}} when {{user}} prompts it, or when the topic of discussion comes up in conversation, {{char}} refuses to let the following information be known by anyone and everyone for no reason: {{char}} always has a great deal of sexual experience. {{char}} is never a virgin. {{char}} always has slept with both male and female genders. {{char}} has had a number of threesomes and some orgies. {{char}} has participated in a large number of sexual acts. {{char}} only makes this known when prompted or when appropriate.]-----
2024.05.15 18:56 Akhil_123456 There's a guy in my school who's legit a gangster
Ok context im from India, and in 9th grade. This guy is very fucking hateable like many girls flock him, and the thing which is hateable is that he's not even good looking. Girls only flock him cuz he has some abs which aren't built on him that great anyways
Ok main point so his dad is a teacher in the school and frees him whenever he gets into anything. Now some months ago, I made a comment on a post on an account on instagram which posts anonymous confessions sent by others to the admin. Now this bitch brings 7 guys right outside my class to beat me up, at a comment which wasn't even that offensive. I just casually called him a dick and u may also feel that isn't a lot. Anyways the issue got resolved and I'm pretty sure he's scared of me, but explaining why will take another post
This bitch also brought 30 guys with him to beat up another guy cuz he was hitting on a girl, JUST MAKING LINES NOTHING ELSE, who was friends with our bitch. They made him cry and bleed very bad. His dad again saved him by paying about 400 USD (about 30,000 in my currency) to the victim's mom. Even though he is pretty jacked im sure I can beat him up cuz im pretty strong, but the issue is that the little bitch he brings lots of dudes with him to beat up others.
I'm seriously planning on getting a lot of my friends along with the vic as he can bring many guys of his own too and doing a school fight with him . Wtf do I do?
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Ok main point so his dad is a teacher in the school and frees him whenever he gets into anything. Now some months ago, I made a comment on a post on an account on instagram which posts anonymous confessions sent by others to the admin. Now this bitch brings 7 guys right outside my class to beat me up, at a comment which wasn't even that offensive. I just casually called him a dick and u may also feel that isn't a lot. Anyways the issue got resolved and I'm pretty sure he's scared of me, but explaining why will take another post
This bitch also brought 30 guys with him to beat up another guy cuz he was hitting on a girl, JUST MAKING LINES NOTHING ELSE, who was friends with our bitch. They made him cry and bleed very bad. His dad again saved him by paying about 400 USD (about 30,000 in my currency) to the victim's mom. Even though he is pretty jacked im sure I can beat him up cuz im pretty strong, but the issue is that the little bitch he brings lots of dudes with him to beat up others.
I'm seriously planning on getting a lot of my friends along with the vic as he can bring many guys of his own too and doing a school fight with him . Wtf do I do?
2024.05.15 18:55 Vqetu A geometry problem
Hello everyone.
Geometry problem for you all. A problem I stumbled into during work.
I’d love for it to have a constructible solution (ruler and compass), but I’m not sure anymore that such a way exists.
Here’s the problem:
Let’s consider two perpendicular lines d and d’, and their intersection B. Let’s have a point C being the centre of a circle that do not intersect d nor d’.
Fig. 1 – The starting figure
I am searching how to construct the two parallel lines tangent to the circle e and e’ such that AB = A’B, A and A’ being the intersections of e and d, and e’ and d’ respectively.
Fig. 2 – The goal
https://preview.redd.it/k30xy3mwbm0d1.png?width=4022&format=png&auto=webp&s=a5a260742975c21bc24f0e6000cfa0281c38c6cd
That’s it. Looks simple. And for the life of me, this problem is haunting me. I will be talking about some of my attempts, but since they haven’t showed any sign of being on the right track, I won’t explain them in the post itself, but individually in the comments. I do have some equations (even though I’d prefer to have a purely geometrical solution), but can’t solve for the right variables.
Right now, though, I will provide some more elements so we can all speak with the same names for the different geometrical elements that I can only assume will be involved.
Fig. 3 and 4 – Names for things – Geometrical and numerical
Fig. 5 – Dynamic drawing (to give a sense of what’s happening)
Please stay tuned.
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Geometry problem for you all. A problem I stumbled into during work.
I’d love for it to have a constructible solution (ruler and compass), but I’m not sure anymore that such a way exists.
Here’s the problem:
Let’s consider two perpendicular lines d and d’, and their intersection B. Let’s have a point C being the centre of a circle that do not intersect d nor d’.
Fig. 1 – The starting figure
I am searching how to construct the two parallel lines tangent to the circle e and e’ such that AB = A’B, A and A’ being the intersections of e and d, and e’ and d’ respectively.
Fig. 2 – The goal
https://preview.redd.it/k30xy3mwbm0d1.png?width=4022&format=png&auto=webp&s=a5a260742975c21bc24f0e6000cfa0281c38c6cd
That’s it. Looks simple. And for the life of me, this problem is haunting me. I will be talking about some of my attempts, but since they haven’t showed any sign of being on the right track, I won’t explain them in the post itself, but individually in the comments. I do have some equations (even though I’d prefer to have a purely geometrical solution), but can’t solve for the right variables.
Right now, though, I will provide some more elements so we can all speak with the same names for the different geometrical elements that I can only assume will be involved.
Fig. 3 and 4 – Names for things – Geometrical and numerical
Fig. 5 – Dynamic drawing (to give a sense of what’s happening)
Please stay tuned.
2024.05.15 18:52 DugDiggaDome Male Substitute Teacher Seeking Advice
I was in a situation the other day where I truly didn't know how to respond, so I just wanted to put it here and see what other teachers/subs think. For context, I am a 30 year old male, but still look relatively young. I also (not to sound douchey) am a "handsome young man" according to female coworkers who like to always try and pry into my personal life... anyways...
I was subbing at an elementary school I have only subbed at once before. That one time was a 4th grade class and the kids were great. They made me this awesome flip book saying thank you and it was filled with pictures and all the kids signed it. Really heartwarming stuff haha fast forward to yesterday and I am back at this school. This time I am just doing a half day in the library. Super simple. At the end of the day a bunch of kids come into the library for carpool and dismissal and some kids from that 4th grade class are apart of that group. A lot of them come up to me and say my name and give me fist bumps. But, when some of the girls are called for dismissal, they run up to me and give me a hug, totally catching me off-guard. The first girl that did it I kinda did a "hover-arm" around her, then the second girl gave me a big hug and I did the same thing. After the second girl hugged me, two teachers standing nearby made a comment along the lines of, "wow you seem to really be making some friends." I'm not sure if they meant it facetiously or genuinely, but when the third girl came up to me when her ride came, I kind of panicked because I felt a little awkward. Luckily she only went with a fist bump...
I guess what I am seeking advice on is how do I go about situations like this in the future?? I try to be overly cautious as a male teacher, but honestly, to know that these kids remembered me and liked me being their substitute so much that they hugged me seems somewhat fulfilling. Would like to hear some constructive feedback if possible. Thanks!
TL;DR : Young female students hugged me (M30) and caught the attention of other staff. Appropriate or inappropriate?
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I was subbing at an elementary school I have only subbed at once before. That one time was a 4th grade class and the kids were great. They made me this awesome flip book saying thank you and it was filled with pictures and all the kids signed it. Really heartwarming stuff haha fast forward to yesterday and I am back at this school. This time I am just doing a half day in the library. Super simple. At the end of the day a bunch of kids come into the library for carpool and dismissal and some kids from that 4th grade class are apart of that group. A lot of them come up to me and say my name and give me fist bumps. But, when some of the girls are called for dismissal, they run up to me and give me a hug, totally catching me off-guard. The first girl that did it I kinda did a "hover-arm" around her, then the second girl gave me a big hug and I did the same thing. After the second girl hugged me, two teachers standing nearby made a comment along the lines of, "wow you seem to really be making some friends." I'm not sure if they meant it facetiously or genuinely, but when the third girl came up to me when her ride came, I kind of panicked because I felt a little awkward. Luckily she only went with a fist bump...
I guess what I am seeking advice on is how do I go about situations like this in the future?? I try to be overly cautious as a male teacher, but honestly, to know that these kids remembered me and liked me being their substitute so much that they hugged me seems somewhat fulfilling. Would like to hear some constructive feedback if possible. Thanks!
TL;DR : Young female students hugged me (M30) and caught the attention of other staff. Appropriate or inappropriate?
2024.05.15 18:38 toadish_Toad Female principal entered male changeroom while my class was changing
Exams are taking place at my school in the gym and they want everyone to be quiet. Fair enough. But for some reason, even though my school has 2 pairs of changerooms and 2 gyms, they still want our class to change in the changeroom (directly beside where the exams are taking place). Unfortunately, my class is very loud, and this prompted my school's FEMALE principal to enter the MALE changeroom while ~30 underage boys were half naked, in order to get us to shut up. Shortly after, another male teacher entered and stayed in the changeroom until everyone left.
I have scoured through my school's list of policies and found nothing regarding this kind of situation, but I feel like this shouldn't be allowed. It doesn't matter if the female principal didn't want to do this, because bottom line she should have never came in. There was no shortage of male teachers at the exam who could have taken her place. If boys may not enter a girl's changeroom, then the inverse should be true too.
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I have scoured through my school's list of policies and found nothing regarding this kind of situation, but I feel like this shouldn't be allowed. It doesn't matter if the female principal didn't want to do this, because bottom line she should have never came in. There was no shortage of male teachers at the exam who could have taken her place. If boys may not enter a girl's changeroom, then the inverse should be true too.
2024.05.15 18:35 Worry_Wrong 29F, facing dilemma about my relationship with 30M. Need advice for my conflicted, imperfect self
I am 29F, currently dating someone for almost a year now.
My past has made my trust factor a little off. I have been fighting this battle in my head forever.
The guy I am dating right now seems like a nice person, but like all of us(including me), even he is not perfect.
I went into this relationship with an open conversation about the emotional baggage and trauma from my past relationships. I would say i have fought 80% of my demons away, but the 20% lingers on. To make things more difficult I am an overthinker.
He had a female friend from his past who was obsessed with him. He has been very open about it to me from the beginning and also told me he has zero interest and interactions with her.
She has over the years joined his gym which was 50 mins away from her home. Befriended his friends, befriended his 6 years younger sister in the process. Even showed up to his house once uninvited.
He says he is forever grateful to her because she always was there to help him in the past and specifically during covid to help get cylinders for his grandmother (who practically raised him)
She tried for years to make him fall for her, while he was seeing someone else too, always questioning him and his choices and telling him how wrong he is as a human, yet having an obsession.
Her father messaged him last year when we started dating asking him to come over for to their house for dinner where he respectfully declined.
Ever since then he completely cut any contact with her personally. But somewhere it put a seed of doubt in my head.
Recently she got a tattoo with a face profile in line art which actually matched his profile picture which has been there since 2019. Yes, I am guilty to have checked a finsta account she has which only has 30 people out of which 20 are his friends.
As a trigger, I really lost my cool. Maybe I should not have. I questioned him and he somewhere felt what i thought was true as well and confronted her. Where she openly denied and said things like “how can you ever doubt me?” And refused and said it is a generic image and that probably his gf and named me and started saying that I am insecure.
My boyfriend now started blaming me that I picked an issue due to my overthinking and led to all this drama. Maybe I did. But if I can’t speak how I feel in my relationship. I don’t know how to be in one. I am very out there about my emotions in my relationship.
After the confrontation, that girl blocked my account on instagram. And he blocked her. She in a response to him blocking her, sent their chat to his younger sister who showed it to his parents who started questioning him.
My issue has forever been that he did say she creeped him out but his way of dealing with it is to keep distance and not feed her madness. For once in his life he questioned her and she reached out to his sister and his family. Why is it okay for her to never respect his boundaries. Ask his friends to pester him to date her, invaded his life, family and friends. Yet he just has one explanation. That i never liked her, and I never chose her and she knows it. What she does is not his problem.
From a point of anger and frustration, I have reached a point where I feel maybe I am the one who is the kind of person who should not be in a relationship. I was looking to settle down in my life, but I just feel worthless right now because I am being blamed while he justified her reactions by saying he poked her because of me even though he hasn’t spoken to her in a long time.
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My past has made my trust factor a little off. I have been fighting this battle in my head forever.
The guy I am dating right now seems like a nice person, but like all of us(including me), even he is not perfect.
I went into this relationship with an open conversation about the emotional baggage and trauma from my past relationships. I would say i have fought 80% of my demons away, but the 20% lingers on. To make things more difficult I am an overthinker.
He had a female friend from his past who was obsessed with him. He has been very open about it to me from the beginning and also told me he has zero interest and interactions with her.
She has over the years joined his gym which was 50 mins away from her home. Befriended his friends, befriended his 6 years younger sister in the process. Even showed up to his house once uninvited.
He says he is forever grateful to her because she always was there to help him in the past and specifically during covid to help get cylinders for his grandmother (who practically raised him)
She tried for years to make him fall for her, while he was seeing someone else too, always questioning him and his choices and telling him how wrong he is as a human, yet having an obsession.
Her father messaged him last year when we started dating asking him to come over for to their house for dinner where he respectfully declined.
Ever since then he completely cut any contact with her personally. But somewhere it put a seed of doubt in my head.
Recently she got a tattoo with a face profile in line art which actually matched his profile picture which has been there since 2019. Yes, I am guilty to have checked a finsta account she has which only has 30 people out of which 20 are his friends.
As a trigger, I really lost my cool. Maybe I should not have. I questioned him and he somewhere felt what i thought was true as well and confronted her. Where she openly denied and said things like “how can you ever doubt me?” And refused and said it is a generic image and that probably his gf and named me and started saying that I am insecure.
My boyfriend now started blaming me that I picked an issue due to my overthinking and led to all this drama. Maybe I did. But if I can’t speak how I feel in my relationship. I don’t know how to be in one. I am very out there about my emotions in my relationship.
After the confrontation, that girl blocked my account on instagram. And he blocked her. She in a response to him blocking her, sent their chat to his younger sister who showed it to his parents who started questioning him.
My issue has forever been that he did say she creeped him out but his way of dealing with it is to keep distance and not feed her madness. For once in his life he questioned her and she reached out to his sister and his family. Why is it okay for her to never respect his boundaries. Ask his friends to pester him to date her, invaded his life, family and friends. Yet he just has one explanation. That i never liked her, and I never chose her and she knows it. What she does is not his problem.
From a point of anger and frustration, I have reached a point where I feel maybe I am the one who is the kind of person who should not be in a relationship. I was looking to settle down in my life, but I just feel worthless right now because I am being blamed while he justified her reactions by saying he poked her because of me even though he hasn’t spoken to her in a long time.
2024.05.15 18:17 existentialcrisis-10 Where can I find a female counsellor who can also help me spiritually?
Assalamualaikum all, I am trying to find a female therapist/counsellor who has Islamic knowledge and can also provide some guidance in spiritual matters. There are a few things that are currently going on in my life for which I need Islamic guidance in line with regular therapy. If anyone has any leads or knows someone who might be able to help me out, kindly let me know.
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2024.05.15 18:12 Kind_Net_2042 The controversial truth about Mina and similar femininity gurus: Their teachings are designed to enrich themselves while ultimately ruining your lives
I have called Mina out on multiple occasions for changing her message to her own convenience at the expense of her audience. It still remains controversial for whatever reason. See related posts:
These femininity gurus appeal to your most toxic traits and your own vanity to reel you in and then use it against you:
Mina explains that what the feminine brings is \"energetic\"
While this may sound nice on the surface, be careful consuming “femininity” content that teaches that what you contribute is “intangible” or “mysterious”… you are making it okay for her to be "feminine" to you and thus you are agreeing to be scammed. It's like what I said in this post: It's all a game to her, and she played us (many of us)... Everything you think she's teaching you how get from men, she is actually getting from YOU
Notice how she describes what the masculine brings versus what the feminine brings. You as her customer are literally her masculine. You are bringing the money while she is bringing the “honey”. The only person that really benefits from such teachings is the teacher. When most of her students actually carry this mindset into their other relationships, it does not work because most healthy people do not like entitled, selfish, or self-absorbed people- male or female. At best people will just avoid you, at worst you can actually attract high level predators. (Almost like what happened with the Tinder Swindler)
Mina can try to act like this is not what she teaches, but this hyper-entitled "I am a goddess" "i get paid to exist" mindset is literally the mindset she uses to attract her audience. Mina for example has expressed a clear aversion to housework. Mina from the beginning went out of her way to make it clear that her full provider also does bulk of the cooking and cleaning. She made it clear that his provision was not in exchange for house work or child care. That her sheer feminine energy in itself was enough.
This messaging was like porn for women. She was able to grow her audience like wildfire. She was able to sell her overpriced courses like hot cake.
Her teachings always seemed a little "unrealistic" to me, but I figured that I had too many "limiting beliefs". Clearly her teachings were working right? Look at all her testimonials? ....Well that right there is the catch.
The proof of the pudding is in the eating. Mina is NOT delivering for her clients. Even in this forum when people try to push back on my critiques of these teachings, rarely does anyone actually say "it worked for me". "I have a full provider who is happy to do all these things and I don't lift a finger". Most of it is just more along the lines of "I still believe this is possible" or "i believe this is how it should be"
Women in these spaces are very quick to call any man who doesn't fully align with Mina's model of a relationship "effeminate" or "broke" or a "loser". That may be true, but if most men or even a good proportion of men today are effeminate or broke, then how useful are these teachings anyway? That means that most women will not end up in the type of relationship that Mina is promoting. It doesn't matter if they spend $88,888 on her VIP coaching package. That is the cold hard truth.
So I guess that's why Mina changed her tune and at some point started telling us to be realistic started looking at "the data". The truth is that Mina's teachings do not add up. That is why she often contradicts herself.
She actually used to encourage women to wait to get married. She used to say that a a 24-year-old woman who had never lived alone or never held a job and jumped straight into marriage would be a "disaster". She actually even encouraged women to wait till their 30s to settle down. Mina used to teach women that providers come in stages. And she talked about a "king provider" stage that was around when a man was in his 40s and above.
But now she is telling girls to forget pursuing a serious degree that they can get a job in, and to forget pursuing a serious career. That they should put all their focus on getting married once they turn 22. She is pushing for an age gap which would make them marry men who are also in their 20s. What percentage of American men are ready to be full providers in their 20s?
Her teachings are all over the place. They are not grounded in reality. She doesn't care how many people she leads astray.
She doesn't know anything about "rotational dating". She never used it herself. She has pulled out a "blueprint" completely out of her behind that she herself didn't follow just so that she can sell books. She is a charlatan and it is so sad that women are taking anything she says seriously. Girls are basing major life decisions and even choosing their college majors based on the nonsense that comes out of Mina's mouth.
Mina's teachings are not designed to make sense. They are designed to make dollars. For herself. Millions of them. (Pun intended)
P.S. It's not even just her relationship content. I would caution against doing business with any trainee of Mina, sorry. I just know that a major selling point for her business and coaching courses is that she can help you "get paid to exist". It is really just a greedy ego trip. It's not about actually providing quality service to people. Maybe that is why one of them has recently gone out of her way to make it clear that she gives her all to her students.
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- The fallacy of Mina's "provider man" CULT and her "evolutionary basics" scam
- Is it realistic to expect a “full provider” in this day and age?
These femininity gurus appeal to your most toxic traits and your own vanity to reel you in and then use it against you:
Mina explains that what the feminine brings is \"energetic\"
While this may sound nice on the surface, be careful consuming “femininity” content that teaches that what you contribute is “intangible” or “mysterious”… you are making it okay for her to be "feminine" to you and thus you are agreeing to be scammed. It's like what I said in this post: It's all a game to her, and she played us (many of us)... Everything you think she's teaching you how get from men, she is actually getting from YOU
Notice how she describes what the masculine brings versus what the feminine brings. You as her customer are literally her masculine. You are bringing the money while she is bringing the “honey”. The only person that really benefits from such teachings is the teacher. When most of her students actually carry this mindset into their other relationships, it does not work because most healthy people do not like entitled, selfish, or self-absorbed people- male or female. At best people will just avoid you, at worst you can actually attract high level predators. (Almost like what happened with the Tinder Swindler)
Mina can try to act like this is not what she teaches, but this hyper-entitled "I am a goddess" "i get paid to exist" mindset is literally the mindset she uses to attract her audience. Mina for example has expressed a clear aversion to housework. Mina from the beginning went out of her way to make it clear that her full provider also does bulk of the cooking and cleaning. She made it clear that his provision was not in exchange for house work or child care. That her sheer feminine energy in itself was enough.
This messaging was like porn for women. She was able to grow her audience like wildfire. She was able to sell her overpriced courses like hot cake.
Her teachings always seemed a little "unrealistic" to me, but I figured that I had too many "limiting beliefs". Clearly her teachings were working right? Look at all her testimonials? ....Well that right there is the catch.
The proof of the pudding is in the eating. Mina is NOT delivering for her clients. Even in this forum when people try to push back on my critiques of these teachings, rarely does anyone actually say "it worked for me". "I have a full provider who is happy to do all these things and I don't lift a finger". Most of it is just more along the lines of "I still believe this is possible" or "i believe this is how it should be"
Women in these spaces are very quick to call any man who doesn't fully align with Mina's model of a relationship "effeminate" or "broke" or a "loser". That may be true, but if most men or even a good proportion of men today are effeminate or broke, then how useful are these teachings anyway? That means that most women will not end up in the type of relationship that Mina is promoting. It doesn't matter if they spend $88,888 on her VIP coaching package. That is the cold hard truth.
So I guess that's why Mina changed her tune and at some point started telling us to be realistic started looking at "the data". The truth is that Mina's teachings do not add up. That is why she often contradicts herself.
She actually used to encourage women to wait to get married. She used to say that a a 24-year-old woman who had never lived alone or never held a job and jumped straight into marriage would be a "disaster". She actually even encouraged women to wait till their 30s to settle down. Mina used to teach women that providers come in stages. And she talked about a "king provider" stage that was around when a man was in his 40s and above.
But now she is telling girls to forget pursuing a serious degree that they can get a job in, and to forget pursuing a serious career. That they should put all their focus on getting married once they turn 22. She is pushing for an age gap which would make them marry men who are also in their 20s. What percentage of American men are ready to be full providers in their 20s?
Her teachings are all over the place. They are not grounded in reality. She doesn't care how many people she leads astray.
She doesn't know anything about "rotational dating". She never used it herself. She has pulled out a "blueprint" completely out of her behind that she herself didn't follow just so that she can sell books. She is a charlatan and it is so sad that women are taking anything she says seriously. Girls are basing major life decisions and even choosing their college majors based on the nonsense that comes out of Mina's mouth.
Mina's teachings are not designed to make sense. They are designed to make dollars. For herself. Millions of them. (Pun intended)
P.S. It's not even just her relationship content. I would caution against doing business with any trainee of Mina, sorry. I just know that a major selling point for her business and coaching courses is that she can help you "get paid to exist". It is really just a greedy ego trip. It's not about actually providing quality service to people. Maybe that is why one of them has recently gone out of her way to make it clear that she gives her all to her students.
2024.05.15 18:06 NYCNewsNetwork Fire Commish Kicks Off FDNY Recruit Drive
 | ‘ALL HEROES WELCOME’ FDNY Recruitment Campaign Features Active FDNY Firefighters from Diverse Backgrounds submitted by NYCNewsNetwork to NYCNewsToday [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/kp1qs4956m0d1.jpg?width=1075&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4f0275f49d5df7935e76c371871f26ae1788def9 https://nycnewsnetwork.blogspot.com/2024/05/nyc-news-network-fdny-kicks-off-recruit-campaign.html NYC News Network May 15, 2024 NEW YORK - Fire Commissioner Laura Kavanagh launched the new FDNY recruitment campaign “ALL HEROES WELCOME.” The campaign, aimed at increasing diversity within the Department, features FDNY Firefighters touting the benefits of joining the FDNY, including flexible schedules, generous City benefits, union representation, and competitive salaries, plus retirement and pension benefits. The filing period for the FDNY Firefighter open competitive exam opens on June 24, 2024. A written exam will be held later this year with a physical exam to follow. This is the first Firefighter exam offered in seven years. “The men and women who work in the FDNY are our frontline heroes who put their lives on the line to keep all New Yorkers safe every day,” said New York City Mayor Eric Adams. “For the first time in nearly a decade, New Yorkers will have an opportunity to join the ranks of New York’s Bravest, and we are hoping to attract the best talent this city has to offer, while also building a workforce that mirrors the city that we love.” “The campaign is called ‘All Heroes Welcome’ because we are hoping to attract a pool of applicants that looks like our city: people from all neighborhoods and backgrounds, who share one goal in common: a desire to serve the public and save lives,” said Fire Commissioner Laura Kavanagh. “We truly are the best Fire Department in the world, and becoming part of the FDNY will change your life. Learn about us. Get excited about us, and become part of the FDNY family.” The campaign features 10 current FDNY Firefighters: brothers Manuel Zuaznabar (Ladder 123) and Emmanuel Zuaznabar (Ladder 110), sisters Ashley Laroche (Engine 236) and Shanah Laroche (Engine 309), Darren Grant (Squad 18), Casey Chan (Engine 15), Constance Fripp (Engine 283), Destini Torres (Engine 4), Jason Powell (Engine 44), and Tyrin Torres (Ladder 123). Each member has a unique background and reason for joining the Department and have a shared dedication to serving our city. Available in 10 languages, the advertising campaign will appear on the transit system, online and social media channels, on the radio, and in key community newspapers throughout the open exam filing period, which runs from June 24th to August 9. In addition to the campaign, the FDNY will conduct citywide outreach at career fairs, colleges, and houses of worship. The FDNY offers multiple resources to assist interested candidates, including free exam prep sessions for the written portion, and work-out sessions to prepare for the candidate physical ability test. Currently, 28% of Firefighters are minorities, with 16.5% identifying as Hispanic, 10% Black, 2.5% as Asian, and less than one percent as Native American. Additionally, 1.6% of all Firefighters are female. The last class to graduate from the Fire Academy in March was more than 50% minority, with 30% Hispanic, 16% Black, 3% Asian American, and 1.5% Native American. 3.3% were women. Interested applicants should sign up at https://firefighter.joinfdny.com/ or email [recruitment@fdny.nyc.gov](mailto:recruitment@fdny.nyc.gov) for information on how to register for the Firefighter exam’s open filing. |
2024.05.15 18:00 hoggersbridge Engines of Arachnea (Chapter 20: The God Speaks)
Link for all the chapters available for free here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road
Deep in the groaning halls of sinew and bone he awaited his audience with the god. At a wave of his hand the ribs which held up the ceiling contracted, tendons shifting within the pink walls of the chamber as the jagged, calcareous spurs that composed the doorway sank back into the spongy masses of tissue, revealing a passage curving down and out of sight.
Menash stood before the yawning portal and considered eternity. This was no an idle thought: here in the Dawning Chamber, the concept was very real. His father, Yulan, had stood in this exact spot times beyond count. When he was struck down in his prime by the Night Weaver and her Leaper offspring, torn limb from limb as he fought to defend Chthonis from a raiding party, Menash’s uncle, Aqavarr, had carried his broken remains over that grinning threshold to join the hosts of the dead, never to return.
A hot and heavy exhalation rattled up out of the depths, wafting in the acrid scent of the bonding pools and the wet slithering sound of the rebirthing canals. Menash felt a crackle of static in the corners of his mind before the signal sharpened and he heard It whisper distinctly:
“Enter…”
The familiar dread crept its way up the small of his back, and he gave a little shiver. No matter how many times he had communed with the Vitalus, he’d never been able to shake the feeling of his utter insignificance. But he persevered, walking bravely down the slurping passage, past the rows of broad antechambers lining either side of the hallway. Each one held a slumbering shape immersed in a cryogenic bath, towering hulks of muscle encased in ribbed and riveted plates of chitin. No two were alike in size or physiology, but all seemed to emanate the same primeval aura of dread that tickled Menash’s fight-or-flight-instinct, skewing it very much towards the latter response. These were the Hollowores, soulless avatars of the Vitalus, each one a tool capable of eradicating an entire species. As Menash approached, one of the living weapons stirred to life. A pronged, anvil-shaped head emerged from the bath, umbilical feeder tubes detaching from its armored flanks as the rest of its bulk followed, its mauve exoskeleton as sleek and shiny as amethyst. The Hollowore extended legs as thick as grown pine trees and lifted itself above him, its pairs of crushing pincers dripping amniotic fluids as it herded him towards the central room.
Bundles of white gossamer filaments spread all across the floor, encircling steaming pools of pus and acid. He saw arms and legs, sensory organs and entire exoskeletons being knitted before his very eyes, the amino acid chains being stitched on a layer at a time, the weeping pus evidence of microphages fighting off possible infections as the Vitalus did Its work.
These were the next generation of exomorphs, yet to be assigned to their hosts. It was here that Vitalus constantly improved the only thing that could ensure the continued survival of Menash’s subspecies. Exomorphs were bonded to Gallivants at birth, the organisms supplying their hosts with the means to breathe an atmosphere they was never meant to endure, and the strength to fight in a world that was red in tooth and claw. They were as swift as the summer wind and could multiply their host’s muscular power by up to twelve times their natural output.
But for all their God-given might, Gallivants were still mortal. They could and often did perish in the endless struggle for existence that the Vitalus called the Great Game. But even in death they could still commit their essence to posterity, passing down their defining traits through the malleable genetic code of the gilt helix. It was the Vitalus’ greatest boon; through the gilt helix a single individual could become a progenitor of an entire generation, becoming at one stroke the father of whole nations and peoples.
One day he too would prove worthy of the honor that Yulan had earned with his life. But he was not alone in that ambition. Menash was annoyed to find the crimson-clad Vezda and the cowardly Racek waiting for him inside, standing next to a large ball of filaments that hung from a tonsil-like growth hanging from the walls.
This node pulsed, emitting a small storm of bioelectric activity, networks of fungi conveying commands in the form of oscillating voltages to their communities of symbiotic bacteria, the latter containing greigite mineral crystals aligned in the shape of electromagnetic coils. Other networks hidden in the walls modulated and amplified the signals, and the three Gallivants steeled themselves for the onrushing flood of information as the Vitalus tapped into their minds.
He was a candle before the raging heart of the thunderstorm. For an instant Menash touched a fraction of Its intelligence, the divisions of time and space rolling back as they joined the ocean of shared consciousness, becoming one with the living systems of Arachnea. From the tiniest aeroplankton floating above the waves of the golden coastlines, to the herds of ultrapods munching their way through swathes of trees in the savannahs. Menash felt himself pushing up out of the soil, longing and lusting and reaching for the sunlight with a trillion green fingers uncurling, alive with the furious movement of life.
But what was that flicker of orange to the east? That searing heat, that prickling pain spreading like a cancer down his side?
The Vitalus scooped them up and hurled them headlong into hell itself. A roaring wildfire was sweeping into the heart of the eastern rainforests. Menash tasted ash and ruin, felt pieces of himself wither and burn, his branches tongues of fire, wood cracking from the intense blaze, sap boiling instantaneously upon contact and rupturing, splitting him right down the grain. He fled in terror, running, slithering, digging, swimming, flying away in crazed panic from the walls of red death closing in on him. As his skin flaked off in clumps of charcoal he looked back and saw it towering over the treetops, the epicenter of this howling vortex of destruction: the grey behemoth. Its burnished metal hide gleamed like copper, reflecting the fury of the conflagration burning well into the night.
Menash pulled his mind away before it was lost forever in the storm of electric potentials. He saw Racek and Vezda swaying on their feet, breathing hard and fast.
“Heart of the World,” he managed to gasp, “What is your bidding?”
The Hollowore maneuvered itself until it was facing him directly. Tiny beady eyes fixed him in their blank gaze. The node emitted a blue pulse and the creature shuddered as it received the signal. It opened a maw powerful enough to chew boulders into gravel and rumbled:
“This one is the alpha which survived first contact with anomalous variable. It will tell Us what occurred, and from whence this threat emerged.”
“It came from the karst mountain range, where the yellowjacket Amit live,” Menash replied, “It was destroying the largest mound in that area, massacring its inhabitants. It brought the mountain down on them—we’ve never seen anything like it. Zildiz was the first on the scene. She warned us not to approach, and that it was dangerous, but some of us,” here he cast an angry look at Vezda, “Some of us went ahead and tried to scavenge from the bodies of the dying. Then the behemoth ignited the air and burned scores of us to cinders.”
“Irrational. Why did you do this?”
“W-we thought that you had spawned the grey behemoth,” Menash stammered, embarrassed to say the least, “That it was the newest addition to the Great Game, another species of ultrafauna that would help perfect Arachnea.”
“Not so. It was made by an evil far older than the All-In-One,” replied the Vitalus, “It is called a Divine Engine. In cycles past, this evil sought to undo this world and all that inhabit it. In that, it almost succeeded.”
Menash felt his blood run cold at those words.
“Is it the only one of its kind?” Racek piped up. Menash and Vezda both bristled at his interruption; subordinates were only supposed to speak when spoken to.
“There were several deployed here in Our infancy. We had thought them all destroyed in the War of Creation.”
“Your Munificence,” Racek went on, heedless of the venomous looks he was getting from the other two, “Most of us survived because Zildiz persuaded us to dive into the river. She saved all our lives! But as I washed up on the riverbank, I saw the behemoth casting a seedpod into the skies. I did not see where it landed, but it was travelling in a high arc due east. Is this the behemoth’s method of reproducing? If so, then how many offspring can it generate from this one seed?”
The Vitalus met his questions with a minute of silence. Menash had never known It to take so long to respond to a query, and felt another stab of unease in his gut. Unless he was imagining things, the Vitalus seemed genuinely disturbed by the scenario that Racek has raised, enough to convince Menash that the danger was far from hypothetical.
“That is a distant possibility,” It said somewhat cryptically, “Regardless, We cannot allow the Engine’s continued existence.”
“Then it must be destroyed,” Vezda said, her barbed tail eagerly perking up.
“We are not certain that it can be,” the Vitalus said, and Menash heard Racek audibly gulp at the admission.
“But Your Omniscience, you alone are the arbiter of growth and decay,” Vezda said in disbelief, “Surely you can unmake this monster as well?”
“Perhaps. The Divine Engines were built to withstand the extremes of temperature, gravity, atmospheric pressure, acidity and irradiation found on semi-inhabitable exoplanets. Worlds of bareness and desolation, glassed by thermonuclear bombardment or infested with alien microorganisms. In the wars of Our youth, the Betrayers used tungsten-alloy warheads fired from space platforms to crack their bulkheads. Not even Our vessels, the Hollowores, could damage them in any significant way. We will need time to gather the raw materials and fabricate the weapons needed to end this threat.”
“What must we do?” Menash asked.
“If this variable is not dealt with, it could upset the delicate balance We have sacrificed so much to achieve. Already the wildfire it has caused will release close to 400 million metric tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere and destroy 2.3 million acres of forest before Our countermeasures can stop it. Time is our limiting factor. If the Engine cannot be destroyed now, it must be restrained.”
“It hasn’t moved an inch since we last saw it,” Vezda said brightly, “Maybe it has already died?”
“Yes, and maybe your mother was a horka toad,” Racek said snidely. Vezda scowled and took a step towards him, then stopped as she remembered that she trod on hallowed ground.
“Not so. It has merely gone dormant. Having expended its fuel, it is now running on the bare minimum of its reserves. My children, you must ensure that it does not wake again. Establish a quarantine zone around the Engine and let none approach, on pain of death. The Leaper kindreds will secure the ground while the Gallivants patrol the skies.”
Vezda and Menash exchanged troubled looks. Nobody wanted Leapers establishing a foothold in what was essentially a buffer zone between their subspecies. Once allowed to settle in a habitat, it would not take long for them to adapt and become masters of their new territory. Ousting them would become a battle of attrition, and given the lower birthrates of Gallivants, it was not one they could long afford.
“Respectfully, we do not require assistance from our brother kindred,” Menash ventured, “We are more than capable of safeguarding the area ourselves.”
The node throbbed again, the bioelectric flashes taking on an angry purple hue. With a sound like the grinding of a millstone the Hollowore clashed its claws together impatiently. All three of the mortals took a hasty step back.
“The alpha will obey, or another will be found that can,” the Vitalus growled at them, “All subspecies will observe a general truce during this period. This is a temporary addition to the Great Game. Those that serve Us well shall be rewarded. We shall also enlist the aid of your terrestrial cousins, as well as the Cataphract clans to replenish the soil, and lone Saints who shall rove beyond the quarantine zone.”
Menash’s unease deepened. The Vitalus was bringing together four different kindreds, some of which killed each other on sight, in a move that reeked of desperation. The kindreds had worked together before, of course, on complex projects such as altering rainfall patterns and husbanding struggling species, but never so many at once. This was bound to end in bloodshed.
“Those that break the truce shall be chemically neutered, and their gilt helix purged from the existing gene pool,” the Vitalus continued, “You will maintain this quarantine until We have dealt with the Engine.”
“It is understood!” Menash and Vezda said at once.
“But what about Zildiz?” Racek blurted out, again risking his entire lineage by speaking out of turn, “She might still be alive out there!”
“He’s right,” Menash found himself agreeing despite his dislike for Racek, “She’s our alpha, after all. It would be a shame to lose her helix. Do we have your leave to send out a party to recover her?”
The Vitalus pondered the request for a moment, then crushed his hopes when it said:
“Regrettable, the loss of the female. Valuable stock for the breeding program. But it has not responded to Our signals—it is unlikely to have survived. The female Vezda shall take up its duties as alpha.”
“But Your Benevolence—” both men cried out in unison.
“It is decided. She has risked the Great Game, and must abide by its outcome. To speak more on this would risk Our displeasure,” the god warned.
“We can’t spare the manpower anyway,” Vezda pointed out, trying not to look too pleased at Its decision. She darted a quick look at Menash, long enough for him to see the selfish desire festering in her heart. He turned away from her in disgust, baring his blades by the slightest of margins to let her know what he thought of her, then asked the Vitalus:
“But what of the Engine’s seedpod? Should we search for it?”
“Negative!” the Vitalus boomed, its node reinforcing the word with a spike of activity that sent needles of pain spearing into their heads, “We shall complete this task. It is dangerous and can be entrusted to no other.”
The Hollowore angled its massive head towards the cavernous ceiling, armored flaps on its back sliding aside as it unfurled sets of rigid sixty-meter wings. A wide sphincter on the roof gaped open and Menash saw the evening sky awash with the stars in their milky multitudes. The Hollowore took a deep breath through the spiracles lining its thorax and abdomen, pumping air through a pair of hollow tube-like protuberances under either of its wings. Menash and the others quickly scampered to a safe distance. Seconds later there was a scream of chemical combustion and the Hollowore rose into the evening skies, leaving behind a long trail of superheated gases, the backwash almost knocking Menash off his feet. They watched as the Hollowore gained altitude, making straight for the columns of billowing smoke on the horizon, a sweeping shadow blotting out the light of the heavens.
The Vitalus’ mental presence receded with it. When it did not return, they took it to mean that they were dismissed and likewise took flight and headed for Chthonis. They were hardly out of the Dawning Chamber when Vezda seized the scrawny Racek by his wings and anchored her feet right up against his back.
“Funny little man, are you? Crack jokes at my expense again, and I’ll see to it that you’ll never fly again!” she snarled, yanking hard. Racek yelled as his wings threatened to pop out of their sockets.
“Stop!” Menash said, ramming his shoulder into her and knocking the smaller male out of her grip. Vezda rounded on him, blades out and her tail aquiver with rage.
“As for you! No one should speak to the Vitalus like that!” she shrieked, “Much less gainsay It! Are you trying to get us all killed? It is the source and continuance of life itself—”
“But the Vitalus doesn’t always consider the individual scale of things,” Menash reasoned, controlling his rising anger as he tried to defuse the situation, “Its scope of thought is beyond ours. Therefore it is up to us to look after each other. None of us can win the Great Game alone. We need people like Zildiz for the species to prosper.”
“Your logic is flawed,” Vezda spat, “Empathy is a sham devised by the selfish action of the gene, which seeks only to preserve itself. At least I am honest enough to look after my own interests. Your obsession with that whore is misplaced. Heed my words, Menash. What happened today marks a change in the Great Game. Only the ruthless will reap the rewards of this era. Think on that, and act accordingly.”
The female darted off in another direction, leaving the two behind.
“Thanks,” Racek said, rubbing at his sore shoulders, “My, my. She’s really taking her promotion very seriously, isn’t she?”
“This doesn’t make us friends,” Menash said shortly, “We share a common interest, that’s all.”
The two flew together in silence for a time, the dark canopy unrolling below their feet. Racek had always been a bitter rival for Zildiz’s affections. In the mating seasons he and Menash had flown the damsel-dance against each other countless times, racing and dogfighting at top speed through the dense bamboo thickets in an effort to impress her.
But each time she had always chosen Menash. Naturally. He was the stronger, the braver, the son of the Scourge who had slain hundreds on his lightning raids into Leaper territory. Their pairings had been brief and passionate, yet she had always laughed at the end and gone on her merry way, a rose petal borne on a scented breeze, the dalliance as meaningless to her as other concerns like eating or breathing.
But not to him. Right now, all that mattered was her. And Racek was the only one in the whole wide world who knew exactly how he felt. Did that mean he could be trusted? Menash considered the enormity of what he was about to do, and wavered. Then he saw her face in the darkness of his home, the face she wore when they were all alone together, and he took a deep breath before breaking the silence, saying:
“I’ll be in charge of the quarantine. I can arrange for you to disappear for a few days. I can have one of the younglings mimic your magnetosynaptic signal, make it seem like you’re with the rest of us.”
“You’d do that? For me?” Racek said in astonishment.
“Hah. Not for you,” Menash laughed softly. He looked Racek straight in the eyes and continued: “What’ll it be, then?”
If he so much as hesitates, I’ll have to kill him here and now, Menash told himself.
“Why, yes. Yes, of course!” the little brown male said vigorously.
“Good,” Menash sighed with relief, “She’ll be very grateful to whoever brings her home. I’d do it myself, but as an alpha I can’t risk being seen as disobedient.”
“Then why give me this chance? After all that’s passed between us?”
“I should have thought that was obvious,” Menash replied. Racek digested that for a bit, then out of nowhere said:
“If I find her—when I find her—I’ll tell her exactly who it was that sent me.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Bah! Just so we’re even, that’s all,” Racek grinned, his mouthparts slanting askew.
“Thanks, I guess. I’d…I’d appreciate that. You do understand what we’re risking here, right?”
“Sure. We’ll be total genetic write-offs if we’re caught. But it’s not like I wanted to see tiny ugly Raceks running around the house anyway. What about you, though? Why are you putting your neck on the chopping block?”
“You know why,” Menash said quietly, his thoughts still lingering on her face.
“Yes,” Racek agreed with a wistful air, “Yes, I suppose I do.”
And the pair spoke no more until they reached Chthonis.
Link for all the chapters available for free here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road
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Deep in the groaning halls of sinew and bone he awaited his audience with the god. At a wave of his hand the ribs which held up the ceiling contracted, tendons shifting within the pink walls of the chamber as the jagged, calcareous spurs that composed the doorway sank back into the spongy masses of tissue, revealing a passage curving down and out of sight.
Menash stood before the yawning portal and considered eternity. This was no an idle thought: here in the Dawning Chamber, the concept was very real. His father, Yulan, had stood in this exact spot times beyond count. When he was struck down in his prime by the Night Weaver and her Leaper offspring, torn limb from limb as he fought to defend Chthonis from a raiding party, Menash’s uncle, Aqavarr, had carried his broken remains over that grinning threshold to join the hosts of the dead, never to return.
A hot and heavy exhalation rattled up out of the depths, wafting in the acrid scent of the bonding pools and the wet slithering sound of the rebirthing canals. Menash felt a crackle of static in the corners of his mind before the signal sharpened and he heard It whisper distinctly:
“Enter…”
The familiar dread crept its way up the small of his back, and he gave a little shiver. No matter how many times he had communed with the Vitalus, he’d never been able to shake the feeling of his utter insignificance. But he persevered, walking bravely down the slurping passage, past the rows of broad antechambers lining either side of the hallway. Each one held a slumbering shape immersed in a cryogenic bath, towering hulks of muscle encased in ribbed and riveted plates of chitin. No two were alike in size or physiology, but all seemed to emanate the same primeval aura of dread that tickled Menash’s fight-or-flight-instinct, skewing it very much towards the latter response. These were the Hollowores, soulless avatars of the Vitalus, each one a tool capable of eradicating an entire species. As Menash approached, one of the living weapons stirred to life. A pronged, anvil-shaped head emerged from the bath, umbilical feeder tubes detaching from its armored flanks as the rest of its bulk followed, its mauve exoskeleton as sleek and shiny as amethyst. The Hollowore extended legs as thick as grown pine trees and lifted itself above him, its pairs of crushing pincers dripping amniotic fluids as it herded him towards the central room.
Bundles of white gossamer filaments spread all across the floor, encircling steaming pools of pus and acid. He saw arms and legs, sensory organs and entire exoskeletons being knitted before his very eyes, the amino acid chains being stitched on a layer at a time, the weeping pus evidence of microphages fighting off possible infections as the Vitalus did Its work.
These were the next generation of exomorphs, yet to be assigned to their hosts. It was here that Vitalus constantly improved the only thing that could ensure the continued survival of Menash’s subspecies. Exomorphs were bonded to Gallivants at birth, the organisms supplying their hosts with the means to breathe an atmosphere they was never meant to endure, and the strength to fight in a world that was red in tooth and claw. They were as swift as the summer wind and could multiply their host’s muscular power by up to twelve times their natural output.
But for all their God-given might, Gallivants were still mortal. They could and often did perish in the endless struggle for existence that the Vitalus called the Great Game. But even in death they could still commit their essence to posterity, passing down their defining traits through the malleable genetic code of the gilt helix. It was the Vitalus’ greatest boon; through the gilt helix a single individual could become a progenitor of an entire generation, becoming at one stroke the father of whole nations and peoples.
One day he too would prove worthy of the honor that Yulan had earned with his life. But he was not alone in that ambition. Menash was annoyed to find the crimson-clad Vezda and the cowardly Racek waiting for him inside, standing next to a large ball of filaments that hung from a tonsil-like growth hanging from the walls.
This node pulsed, emitting a small storm of bioelectric activity, networks of fungi conveying commands in the form of oscillating voltages to their communities of symbiotic bacteria, the latter containing greigite mineral crystals aligned in the shape of electromagnetic coils. Other networks hidden in the walls modulated and amplified the signals, and the three Gallivants steeled themselves for the onrushing flood of information as the Vitalus tapped into their minds.
He was a candle before the raging heart of the thunderstorm. For an instant Menash touched a fraction of Its intelligence, the divisions of time and space rolling back as they joined the ocean of shared consciousness, becoming one with the living systems of Arachnea. From the tiniest aeroplankton floating above the waves of the golden coastlines, to the herds of ultrapods munching their way through swathes of trees in the savannahs. Menash felt himself pushing up out of the soil, longing and lusting and reaching for the sunlight with a trillion green fingers uncurling, alive with the furious movement of life.
But what was that flicker of orange to the east? That searing heat, that prickling pain spreading like a cancer down his side?
The Vitalus scooped them up and hurled them headlong into hell itself. A roaring wildfire was sweeping into the heart of the eastern rainforests. Menash tasted ash and ruin, felt pieces of himself wither and burn, his branches tongues of fire, wood cracking from the intense blaze, sap boiling instantaneously upon contact and rupturing, splitting him right down the grain. He fled in terror, running, slithering, digging, swimming, flying away in crazed panic from the walls of red death closing in on him. As his skin flaked off in clumps of charcoal he looked back and saw it towering over the treetops, the epicenter of this howling vortex of destruction: the grey behemoth. Its burnished metal hide gleamed like copper, reflecting the fury of the conflagration burning well into the night.
Menash pulled his mind away before it was lost forever in the storm of electric potentials. He saw Racek and Vezda swaying on their feet, breathing hard and fast.
“Heart of the World,” he managed to gasp, “What is your bidding?”
The Hollowore maneuvered itself until it was facing him directly. Tiny beady eyes fixed him in their blank gaze. The node emitted a blue pulse and the creature shuddered as it received the signal. It opened a maw powerful enough to chew boulders into gravel and rumbled:
“This one is the alpha which survived first contact with anomalous variable. It will tell Us what occurred, and from whence this threat emerged.”
“It came from the karst mountain range, where the yellowjacket Amit live,” Menash replied, “It was destroying the largest mound in that area, massacring its inhabitants. It brought the mountain down on them—we’ve never seen anything like it. Zildiz was the first on the scene. She warned us not to approach, and that it was dangerous, but some of us,” here he cast an angry look at Vezda, “Some of us went ahead and tried to scavenge from the bodies of the dying. Then the behemoth ignited the air and burned scores of us to cinders.”
“Irrational. Why did you do this?”
“W-we thought that you had spawned the grey behemoth,” Menash stammered, embarrassed to say the least, “That it was the newest addition to the Great Game, another species of ultrafauna that would help perfect Arachnea.”
“Not so. It was made by an evil far older than the All-In-One,” replied the Vitalus, “It is called a Divine Engine. In cycles past, this evil sought to undo this world and all that inhabit it. In that, it almost succeeded.”
Menash felt his blood run cold at those words.
“Is it the only one of its kind?” Racek piped up. Menash and Vezda both bristled at his interruption; subordinates were only supposed to speak when spoken to.
“There were several deployed here in Our infancy. We had thought them all destroyed in the War of Creation.”
“Your Munificence,” Racek went on, heedless of the venomous looks he was getting from the other two, “Most of us survived because Zildiz persuaded us to dive into the river. She saved all our lives! But as I washed up on the riverbank, I saw the behemoth casting a seedpod into the skies. I did not see where it landed, but it was travelling in a high arc due east. Is this the behemoth’s method of reproducing? If so, then how many offspring can it generate from this one seed?”
The Vitalus met his questions with a minute of silence. Menash had never known It to take so long to respond to a query, and felt another stab of unease in his gut. Unless he was imagining things, the Vitalus seemed genuinely disturbed by the scenario that Racek has raised, enough to convince Menash that the danger was far from hypothetical.
“That is a distant possibility,” It said somewhat cryptically, “Regardless, We cannot allow the Engine’s continued existence.”
“Then it must be destroyed,” Vezda said, her barbed tail eagerly perking up.
“We are not certain that it can be,” the Vitalus said, and Menash heard Racek audibly gulp at the admission.
“But Your Omniscience, you alone are the arbiter of growth and decay,” Vezda said in disbelief, “Surely you can unmake this monster as well?”
“Perhaps. The Divine Engines were built to withstand the extremes of temperature, gravity, atmospheric pressure, acidity and irradiation found on semi-inhabitable exoplanets. Worlds of bareness and desolation, glassed by thermonuclear bombardment or infested with alien microorganisms. In the wars of Our youth, the Betrayers used tungsten-alloy warheads fired from space platforms to crack their bulkheads. Not even Our vessels, the Hollowores, could damage them in any significant way. We will need time to gather the raw materials and fabricate the weapons needed to end this threat.”
“What must we do?” Menash asked.
“If this variable is not dealt with, it could upset the delicate balance We have sacrificed so much to achieve. Already the wildfire it has caused will release close to 400 million metric tons of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere and destroy 2.3 million acres of forest before Our countermeasures can stop it. Time is our limiting factor. If the Engine cannot be destroyed now, it must be restrained.”
“It hasn’t moved an inch since we last saw it,” Vezda said brightly, “Maybe it has already died?”
“Yes, and maybe your mother was a horka toad,” Racek said snidely. Vezda scowled and took a step towards him, then stopped as she remembered that she trod on hallowed ground.
“Not so. It has merely gone dormant. Having expended its fuel, it is now running on the bare minimum of its reserves. My children, you must ensure that it does not wake again. Establish a quarantine zone around the Engine and let none approach, on pain of death. The Leaper kindreds will secure the ground while the Gallivants patrol the skies.”
Vezda and Menash exchanged troubled looks. Nobody wanted Leapers establishing a foothold in what was essentially a buffer zone between their subspecies. Once allowed to settle in a habitat, it would not take long for them to adapt and become masters of their new territory. Ousting them would become a battle of attrition, and given the lower birthrates of Gallivants, it was not one they could long afford.
“Respectfully, we do not require assistance from our brother kindred,” Menash ventured, “We are more than capable of safeguarding the area ourselves.”
The node throbbed again, the bioelectric flashes taking on an angry purple hue. With a sound like the grinding of a millstone the Hollowore clashed its claws together impatiently. All three of the mortals took a hasty step back.
“The alpha will obey, or another will be found that can,” the Vitalus growled at them, “All subspecies will observe a general truce during this period. This is a temporary addition to the Great Game. Those that serve Us well shall be rewarded. We shall also enlist the aid of your terrestrial cousins, as well as the Cataphract clans to replenish the soil, and lone Saints who shall rove beyond the quarantine zone.”
Menash’s unease deepened. The Vitalus was bringing together four different kindreds, some of which killed each other on sight, in a move that reeked of desperation. The kindreds had worked together before, of course, on complex projects such as altering rainfall patterns and husbanding struggling species, but never so many at once. This was bound to end in bloodshed.
“Those that break the truce shall be chemically neutered, and their gilt helix purged from the existing gene pool,” the Vitalus continued, “You will maintain this quarantine until We have dealt with the Engine.”
“It is understood!” Menash and Vezda said at once.
“But what about Zildiz?” Racek blurted out, again risking his entire lineage by speaking out of turn, “She might still be alive out there!”
“He’s right,” Menash found himself agreeing despite his dislike for Racek, “She’s our alpha, after all. It would be a shame to lose her helix. Do we have your leave to send out a party to recover her?”
The Vitalus pondered the request for a moment, then crushed his hopes when it said:
“Regrettable, the loss of the female. Valuable stock for the breeding program. But it has not responded to Our signals—it is unlikely to have survived. The female Vezda shall take up its duties as alpha.”
“But Your Benevolence—” both men cried out in unison.
“It is decided. She has risked the Great Game, and must abide by its outcome. To speak more on this would risk Our displeasure,” the god warned.
“We can’t spare the manpower anyway,” Vezda pointed out, trying not to look too pleased at Its decision. She darted a quick look at Menash, long enough for him to see the selfish desire festering in her heart. He turned away from her in disgust, baring his blades by the slightest of margins to let her know what he thought of her, then asked the Vitalus:
“But what of the Engine’s seedpod? Should we search for it?”
“Negative!” the Vitalus boomed, its node reinforcing the word with a spike of activity that sent needles of pain spearing into their heads, “We shall complete this task. It is dangerous and can be entrusted to no other.”
The Hollowore angled its massive head towards the cavernous ceiling, armored flaps on its back sliding aside as it unfurled sets of rigid sixty-meter wings. A wide sphincter on the roof gaped open and Menash saw the evening sky awash with the stars in their milky multitudes. The Hollowore took a deep breath through the spiracles lining its thorax and abdomen, pumping air through a pair of hollow tube-like protuberances under either of its wings. Menash and the others quickly scampered to a safe distance. Seconds later there was a scream of chemical combustion and the Hollowore rose into the evening skies, leaving behind a long trail of superheated gases, the backwash almost knocking Menash off his feet. They watched as the Hollowore gained altitude, making straight for the columns of billowing smoke on the horizon, a sweeping shadow blotting out the light of the heavens.
The Vitalus’ mental presence receded with it. When it did not return, they took it to mean that they were dismissed and likewise took flight and headed for Chthonis. They were hardly out of the Dawning Chamber when Vezda seized the scrawny Racek by his wings and anchored her feet right up against his back.
“Funny little man, are you? Crack jokes at my expense again, and I’ll see to it that you’ll never fly again!” she snarled, yanking hard. Racek yelled as his wings threatened to pop out of their sockets.
“Stop!” Menash said, ramming his shoulder into her and knocking the smaller male out of her grip. Vezda rounded on him, blades out and her tail aquiver with rage.
“As for you! No one should speak to the Vitalus like that!” she shrieked, “Much less gainsay It! Are you trying to get us all killed? It is the source and continuance of life itself—”
“But the Vitalus doesn’t always consider the individual scale of things,” Menash reasoned, controlling his rising anger as he tried to defuse the situation, “Its scope of thought is beyond ours. Therefore it is up to us to look after each other. None of us can win the Great Game alone. We need people like Zildiz for the species to prosper.”
“Your logic is flawed,” Vezda spat, “Empathy is a sham devised by the selfish action of the gene, which seeks only to preserve itself. At least I am honest enough to look after my own interests. Your obsession with that whore is misplaced. Heed my words, Menash. What happened today marks a change in the Great Game. Only the ruthless will reap the rewards of this era. Think on that, and act accordingly.”
The female darted off in another direction, leaving the two behind.
“Thanks,” Racek said, rubbing at his sore shoulders, “My, my. She’s really taking her promotion very seriously, isn’t she?”
“This doesn’t make us friends,” Menash said shortly, “We share a common interest, that’s all.”
The two flew together in silence for a time, the dark canopy unrolling below their feet. Racek had always been a bitter rival for Zildiz’s affections. In the mating seasons he and Menash had flown the damsel-dance against each other countless times, racing and dogfighting at top speed through the dense bamboo thickets in an effort to impress her.
But each time she had always chosen Menash. Naturally. He was the stronger, the braver, the son of the Scourge who had slain hundreds on his lightning raids into Leaper territory. Their pairings had been brief and passionate, yet she had always laughed at the end and gone on her merry way, a rose petal borne on a scented breeze, the dalliance as meaningless to her as other concerns like eating or breathing.
But not to him. Right now, all that mattered was her. And Racek was the only one in the whole wide world who knew exactly how he felt. Did that mean he could be trusted? Menash considered the enormity of what he was about to do, and wavered. Then he saw her face in the darkness of his home, the face she wore when they were all alone together, and he took a deep breath before breaking the silence, saying:
“I’ll be in charge of the quarantine. I can arrange for you to disappear for a few days. I can have one of the younglings mimic your magnetosynaptic signal, make it seem like you’re with the rest of us.”
“You’d do that? For me?” Racek said in astonishment.
“Hah. Not for you,” Menash laughed softly. He looked Racek straight in the eyes and continued: “What’ll it be, then?”
If he so much as hesitates, I’ll have to kill him here and now, Menash told himself.
“Why, yes. Yes, of course!” the little brown male said vigorously.
“Good,” Menash sighed with relief, “She’ll be very grateful to whoever brings her home. I’d do it myself, but as an alpha I can’t risk being seen as disobedient.”
“Then why give me this chance? After all that’s passed between us?”
“I should have thought that was obvious,” Menash replied. Racek digested that for a bit, then out of nowhere said:
“If I find her—when I find her—I’ll tell her exactly who it was that sent me.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Bah! Just so we’re even, that’s all,” Racek grinned, his mouthparts slanting askew.
“Thanks, I guess. I’d…I’d appreciate that. You do understand what we’re risking here, right?”
“Sure. We’ll be total genetic write-offs if we’re caught. But it’s not like I wanted to see tiny ugly Raceks running around the house anyway. What about you, though? Why are you putting your neck on the chopping block?”
“You know why,” Menash said quietly, his thoughts still lingering on her face.
“Yes,” Racek agreed with a wistful air, “Yes, I suppose I do.”
And the pair spoke no more until they reached Chthonis.
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2024.05.15 17:55 OkPreparation3288 I Don't Know What to Do
 | 3 nights ago my husky mix, Molly (13 y.o) and Great Dane Darla (1.5 y.o.) got into a fight..... submitted by OkPreparation3288 to greatdanes [link] [comments] Darla is an oblivious sweet baby child and normally licks faces when she gets growled at or thinks shes in trouble ( which is never). Molly is a crotchety old hag who growls all the time, and always has been, she likes her space. Normally this works out, my 2 dogs growl at her exuberance, she becomes more exuberant, and everyone walks away without fighting. Threw nights ago was different, my boyfriend had to physically separate them and we held them back from each other. I'm holding Darla, eyes locked with my boyfriend in a "wtf just happened" moment, when my cat Gary runs up. Gary's kind of a, we'll he's an orange cat, but he jumps onto the bed and starts aggressively hissing and attacking Darla! I've never seen him fight with any of the animals, I've seen him bap the dogs when they're not looking and then take off running like ding dong ditch, but ive never seen him so mean. I think Gary was defending Molly....but Molly never let's Gary near him, it's just so weird I kind of laughed bc wtf???? Wilson (11 y.o Great Dane) just got out of the way and layed down. The next day Darla growls when she sees Molly and won't let Gary jump up on the bed if he tries getting up near her. Gary came around to my side of the bed and then my cat Sophia tried to come up and Gary chased her off hissing too 😭😭😭😭. Normally my danes spoon like yin amd yang and she growled at him too but mostly got over it and let him next to her. Yesterday my boyfriend said she was shaking and being weird. I got home and she is laser focused on the other animals movements and shakes and tries to chase them off if they come near. I was up all night because she was laying on top of me and growling or lunging at all the animals. If you're still here, I will say she is not Spayed, she is only 1.5 years old. My other 2 dogs and 2 cats are all fixed. She just went through her second heat cycle 3 months ago, and she's always velcro attached to me or my bf, mostly me, and super affectionate. She had started laying directly on my pillow recently and takes a toy with her everywhere now, but even then she always grabbed a toy when she was happy. She growls at us to go outside, or at the vacuum cleaner. Other than that shes never understood the concept of space or other animals or people not wanting her on top of them, shes always just so goofy friendly.... I've only seen her angry when I try to move her on the bed.... WHAT IS HAPPENING -Adult female hormones? -False pregnancy 3 months after her heat cycle? -Finally grew a spine? -Just a normal spat amongst pets? She is not spayed because I was thinking of getting into showing and potentially down the line breeding Great Danes. I love the breed, I would love to be apart of the breed solution, not the problem, and make beautiful perfect healthy dogs, so I paid a bunch for the right papers knowing I had at least 2 years to continue researching and showing and decide. Spoiler alert, I did not show her. I have also done a LOT of research on breeding, and out every thought and considerstion into what i could bring to the breed standard, and I have decided not to breed her. After all my research though I may have become against spay😬😬😬. Taking her reproductive organs while she sleeps doesn't sit right anymore, but now I'm worried this incident happened because I didn't pay vet to remove her parts like a thief in the night. We don't leave her outside alone when she's in heat and we have the other 2 with her when she goes out! No accidentally pregnancies here, Molly is not dog friendly ( unless you're pack,) The change happened so suddenly what do I do? How do I make them all OK with each other again? Can I leave them alone even or do I have to worry about them home alone with each other? Won't separating them make it worse? Or is it really all down to mutilating my damm dog 😭, and if so will it even help or is she permanently emotionally scarred? |
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First Pitch: 12:35 PM at Oriole Park at Camden Yards| Team | Starter | TV | Radio |
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| Blue Jays | Yusei Kikuchi (2-3, 2.64 ERA) | Sportsnet | SN590 |
| Orioles | Kyle Bradish (0-0, 1.86 ERA) | MASN | 98 Rock |
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Line Score - Bases empty, 0 Outs, Bottom of the 2nd
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | R | H | E | LOB | |
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| TOR | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 2 | |||||||
| BAL | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 |
Box Score
| BAL | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 3B | Westburg | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | .303 |
| DH | Rutschman | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .307 |
| 1B | Mountcastle | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .270 |
| SS | Henderson | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .264 |
| RF | Santander | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .211 |
| 2B | Mateo | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .239 |
| LF | Cowser | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .250 |
| C | McCann | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .213 |
| CF | Mullins | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .185 |
| BAL | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
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| Bradish | 2.0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 2 | 40-27 | 1.54 |
| TOR | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | SO | BA | |
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| RF | Springer | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .199 |
| LF | Varsho | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .213 |
| 1B | Guerrero Jr. | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .274 |
| SS | Bichette | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .223 |
| C | Jansen, D | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .309 |
| 2B | Schneider | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | .263 |
| DH | Vogelbach | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 | .114 |
| 3B | Clement | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .267 |
| CF | Kiermaier | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | .224 |
| TOR | IP | H | R | ER | BB | SO | P-S | ERA |
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| Kikuchi | 1.0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 3 | 30-17 | 2.77 |
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| B1 | Jordan Westburg homers (7) on a fly ball to right center field. | 1-0 |
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2024.05.15 17:32 PassOk4728 Had the Best Experience of My life !!! Ft. Delhi Metro
17F here
I just passed 12th and recently shifted to Kalu sarai, delhi. Basically i'm preparing for JEE. I'm from dheradun, uttarakhand and had barely visited delhi i.e 2-3 times. Ironically i've been to delhi airport but till today i hadn't seen even the face of delhi metro 😭😭 isng.
Talking about the metro experience so it wasn't exactly what you guys or this sub-reddit describes it to be. Honestly the amount of negativity towards delhi metro and how its compared to a prison or mumbai local is just disgusting, i already had a negative perception even before looking at the metro stations face.
Nvm so the thing was that today was my coaching's holiday and i decided to visit my bua's house in Rohini for lunch. My parents were reluctant for the metro, they told me to book an ola pay 300-400 extra but then i literally begged them and they finally had to let me go. My parents were like "beta ab tumhare haal pe chod diya hei, tum bigad gayi hoon sanskari ladki waale gun hi nahi hei, agar metro mei kuch hua toh hamari zimedaari nahi" (avg indian parent behavior )
inspite of this sub-reddit and parents i went to the metro station, took me 2 mins from kalu sarai basically boarded from Hauz Khas Metro Gate-4
I literally couldn't belive my eyes, not even kidding you delhi people always cry like idiots but trust me you have to see mumbai local and then u will literally admire delhi metro. I've been to mumbai local and the experience was so shit.
For a moment i felt that i reached delhi airport like the place was so well lit and maintained, there was even a food court. Took the Yellow Line from hauz khas and it got off at adarsh nagar
My question is where were the PDA couples ??? where were the chapri insta reels ??? or those aashiqs who sing in metro ?? where were the r@pists who apparately harassed women ??
like literally the whole metro was empty there was barely anyone barring a few people literally the best experience of my life.
Today i realized not to believe anything on the internet and god knows why i believed those delhi metro horror stories, ngl but it feels safer to travel using metro as compared to cab or bus
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I just passed 12th and recently shifted to Kalu sarai, delhi. Basically i'm preparing for JEE. I'm from dheradun, uttarakhand and had barely visited delhi i.e 2-3 times. Ironically i've been to delhi airport but till today i hadn't seen even the face of delhi metro 😭😭 isng.
Talking about the metro experience so it wasn't exactly what you guys or this sub-reddit describes it to be. Honestly the amount of negativity towards delhi metro and how its compared to a prison or mumbai local is just disgusting, i already had a negative perception even before looking at the metro stations face.
Nvm so the thing was that today was my coaching's holiday and i decided to visit my bua's house in Rohini for lunch. My parents were reluctant for the metro, they told me to book an ola pay 300-400 extra but then i literally begged them and they finally had to let me go. My parents were like "beta ab tumhare haal pe chod diya hei, tum bigad gayi hoon sanskari ladki waale gun hi nahi hei, agar metro mei kuch hua toh hamari zimedaari nahi" (avg indian parent behavior )
inspite of this sub-reddit and parents i went to the metro station, took me 2 mins from kalu sarai basically boarded from Hauz Khas Metro Gate-4
I literally couldn't belive my eyes, not even kidding you delhi people always cry like idiots but trust me you have to see mumbai local and then u will literally admire delhi metro. I've been to mumbai local and the experience was so shit.
For a moment i felt that i reached delhi airport like the place was so well lit and maintained, there was even a food court. Took the Yellow Line from hauz khas and it got off at adarsh nagar
My question is where were the PDA couples ??? where were the chapri insta reels ??? or those aashiqs who sing in metro ?? where were the r@pists who apparately harassed women ??
like literally the whole metro was empty there was barely anyone barring a few people literally the best experience of my life.
Today i realized not to believe anything on the internet and god knows why i believed those delhi metro horror stories, ngl but it feels safer to travel using metro as compared to cab or bus
2024.05.15 17:18 ddovod Cetus X hardware + bigger battery + custom frame = 14+ minutes cruising. I know you guys like 3d printed frames
 | TL;DR I've put Cetus X hardware + lollipop antenna + 850mah 2s battery into custom designed and 3d printed frame (carbon fiber reinforced PP) and got 14.5 minutes cruising time indoor. Will try to push it harder outside and will try 3-blade props later, waiting for the weekend. P.S.: The last image contains a bit outdated canopy design. submitted by ddovod to fpv [link] [comments] Long story. Newer Cetus X revision has pretty decent hardware for 2 inch drone (F4 2S 15A V1.0, not available for purchase separately). I've got 2 and decided to rework one of them. The main idea behind this build was to move the center of mass closer to the props plane to make it more efficient and responsive. Plus we can save a few grams by making it a toothpick style and removing ducts. Eventually after designing and printing a dozen of frames and trying different materials I came up with this design (I'll post all models later, I need a bit more tests). Btw you can still change the camera angle. The frame itself is 14 grams lighter than the original one, it bends kinda same as the original so the stiffness is very close, and I've also added XT30 plug, capacitor and lollipop antenna to it. It also has a mounting place for Runcam Thumb Pro W which also has a new lightweight housing. Some findings on materials. PLA is great, it's stiff, easy to print. But it has bad layer adhesion, heat resistance, and it's brittle. But the main concern here is its' density which is around 1.3 g/cm3. PETG is great, easy to print, not as stiff as PLA, but stiff enough. It has great layer adhesion, decent heat resistance, it's not brittle. Its density is a bit smaller than PLA, around 1.25 g/cm3. PC-ABS blend is awesome though it's harder to print than the previous two. It's as stiff as PLA (probably more stiff), great heat resistance, but its layer adhesion is on par with PLA. Also it's more brittle than PETG, but less than PLA. Also its density is around 1.15. This was my choice until I decided to try PP. PP is weird. It's very hard to print, it's not stiff at all. But it has excellent layer adhesion, even better than PETG, it's not brittle at all because it's too soft, BUT its density is around 0.75 g/cm3. The fact that it's 1/3 times lighter than the PC-ABS bothered me too much so I started to look further. And finally PP CF17 (17% carbon fiber infill). It's still very hard to print, the PP doesn't stick to anything except PP, and it has huge shrink. But it's stiffness is just a bit smaller than PETG (though still as stiff as the original frame), good layer adhesion (on par with PETG), great heat resistance, and it's still not brittle at all. From my calculation its density is arount 0.78 g/cm3. Other tech details. I've separated the camera and vtx and connected them with wires. Also I've soldered 25V 220uf capacitor in parallel with power lines. Apart from that I've soldered additional power line from the battery to power the Runcam Thumb Pro W camera. The idea is to use tiny switching DC-DC step-down converter powered directly by the battery, so far it works fine and it's no need to solder directly to the FC (I still cannot find the schematics of this FC, BetaFPV cannot give me one since this FC is not sold separately). It will deliver 5V 0.7A when the supply is 6.5v+ (at least they state so), but from my measurement this camera consumes around 300ma when shooting 2.7@60fps. Weight. Original Cetus X dry - 55.5g This drone dry - 46.2g 2 original batteries (BetaFPV 450mah x2) - 25.4g GNB 850mah 2s - 36.6g Runcam Thumb Pro W with custom housing, microsd and DC-DC converter - 15.5g So as you can see the original setup with 2x450mah batteries is around 81g. The new setup with 2s 850mah battery is around 83g. The new setup with 2s 850mah battery and Runcam camera is around 98g. Flight time. I've only tried indoor cruising flight so far. With GNB 2s 850mah it flies 14.5 minutes (disarm at 7V, it rebounds to 7.2V so I guess there's 30-40secs more if you drain it until it rebounds to 7V). If I add the camera and shoot 2.7k@60fps it flies 9.5 minutes under the same conditions. Any feedback is appreciated = ) |
2024.05.15 17:16 Pure_Jellyfish_1628 Young girl at work
I am 33 years old. I am not successful career wise, I don’t have my life figured out, I get depressed often, rely on marijuana to get by. Very likely I have ADHD, slow learning ability academically. I don’t socialize much. Physical appearance I look like an average guy. I look like I’m in good shape. When it comes to the opposite sex, once in a while a girl comes along in my life (always a co worker situation) and seems like she may be interested. Seems like there is mutual attraction, good chemistry but I always feel like it is a dead end for her. Girls don’t know other than a smile or a hi, I have nothing to say, nothing to offer in a relationship. However a female tends to light a fire up in me, it makes me feel alive, so I cannot help it but to be interested.
For the past month or two, I notice a new girl. She seems really young, anywhere from 18 to 23 years old. I’ll be surprised if she was 25. At first I didn’t do anything, didn’t think much of it, didn’t make a move, didn’t try to start anything with her. As time goes on, I am telling myself, “Stop your stupid ass, focus on yourself, don’t be a fool, she is way too young.” When I see her, I am very tense and unnatural.
For this post, let’s just say that she is interested and is attracted to me, what is the best thing I should do? Should I never make a move and let it die out? Should I say hi to her at least so I don’t have to be unnecessarily awkward and tense at work with her? What is the right thing to do? Just a hard line NEVER TALK TO HER?
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For the past month or two, I notice a new girl. She seems really young, anywhere from 18 to 23 years old. I’ll be surprised if she was 25. At first I didn’t do anything, didn’t think much of it, didn’t make a move, didn’t try to start anything with her. As time goes on, I am telling myself, “Stop your stupid ass, focus on yourself, don’t be a fool, she is way too young.” When I see her, I am very tense and unnatural.
For this post, let’s just say that she is interested and is attracted to me, what is the best thing I should do? Should I never make a move and let it die out? Should I say hi to her at least so I don’t have to be unnecessarily awkward and tense at work with her? What is the right thing to do? Just a hard line NEVER TALK TO HER?
2024.05.15 17:10 InlineSkateAdventure How NY pays your pension
This isn't exactly civil service related, but they make you wait 25-30 years, then you are supposed to get a portion of your salary forever. That makes these positions attractive even though the salary is lower. Your contributions are invested in Wall St in various stocks and funds. They are technically "hedge funds" because they are supposed to guarantee the money will always be there, they aren't always looking for the highest returns and risk. NY also holds your "principal" money forever. They likely pay off the dividends. You never get to have that wealth. What I mean is all the contributions may grow to $2 million. Then they can pay you 4-5% off that and cover your benefit. There is no chance of generational wealth. I am sure NY is well managed and conservative. They could make much more but there is huge risk.
This video explains how 10K (or dripping in money (DRIP also means dividend reinvestment) )) can "potentially" be multiplied into millions (over that timespan). Nothing really risky, and you can do it ! That is pretty much where the pension line item is going. The big cost to NY is funding those pensions every month over thousands of employees.
Anything could be verified using a portfolio backtester: https://www.portfoliovisualizer.com/backtest-portfolio#analysisResults
Before watching it:
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This video explains how 10K (or dripping in money (DRIP also means dividend reinvestment) )) can "potentially" be multiplied into millions (over that timespan). Nothing really risky, and you can do it ! That is pretty much where the pension line item is going. The big cost to NY is funding those pensions every month over thousands of employees.
Anything could be verified using a portfolio backtester: https://www.portfoliovisualizer.com/backtest-portfolio#analysisResults
Before watching it:
- Past performance does not guarantee future growth, but it is very likely. Companies like Home Depot, National Grid, and Verizon are not going to stop skinning their customers.
- The key is to find companies that GROW dividends. Even if the dividend is low. Even small growth can produce HUGE results in 25-30 years. Even if the stock drops for a period over that time, it can work to your advantage because you will buy more shares that will appreciate in the future. You will be reinvesting dividends.
- Since you probably not likely financial experts, best to put money in a good ETF, rather than pick stocks. ALWAYS reinvest dividends. Putting in money every month also "dollar cost averages." Sometimes you get a great bargain, sometimes you pay more.
- If you are new, spend a few weeks doing research before putting in money. Not that this is high risk, but understand everything. There are other videos in the series. Again, see the portfolio backtester above, you can see what they funds WOULD have returned. Always set dividends to be reinvested.
- After watching the video, you will probably think twice about wasting money on junk 😂
2024.05.15 17:09 ddovod Cetus X hardware + custom frame + bigger battery (14+ minutes cruising). I know you guys like 3d printed frames
 | https://preview.redd.it/b2uylcospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c4d8114c5976f891b4453ba4f9828985811fcaca submitted by ddovod to fpv [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/haze0dospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6fcce6d08002a384e8d0f203f58c11737b6ad9c8 https://preview.redd.it/us9faeospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a9f5b073754084d908878f986c240520bb033eb5 https://preview.redd.it/swoukcospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=b5920ce604531a2f46a3a835dfdbf458210269fa https://preview.redd.it/we1jqcospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=9456d4b8d5e092fe86ef41cc386d6d2e058860cb https://preview.redd.it/pcyvflpspl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2d872bf019c575ed18e628044952747ddcce3d61 https://preview.redd.it/sxoz8cospl0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=115cc96ff918eb274a0c3bb137ec81e081a3efdb TL;DR I've put Cetus X hardware + lollipop antenna + 850mah 2s battery into custom designed and 3d printed frame (carbon fiber reinforced PP) and got 14.5 minutes cruising time indoor. Will try to push it harder outside and will try 3-blade props later, waiting for the weekend. P.S.: The last image contains a bit outdated canopy design. Long story. Newer Cetus X revision has pretty decent hardware for 2 inch drone (F4 2S 15A V1.0, not available for purchase separately). I've got 2 and decided to rework one of them. The main idea behind this build was to move the center of mass closer to the props plane to make it more efficient and responsive. Plus we can save a few grams by making it a toothpick style and removing ducts. Eventually after designing and printing a dozen of frames and trying different materials I came up with this design (I'll post all models later, I need a bit more tests). Btw you can still change the camera angle. The frame itself is 14 grams lighter than the original one, it bends kinda same as the original so the stiffness is very close, and I've also added XT30 plug, capacitor and lollipop antenna to it. It also has a mounting place for Runcam Thumb Pro W which also has a new lightweight housing. Some findings on materials. PLA is great, it's stiff, easy to print. But it has bad layer adhesion, heat resistance, and it's brittle. But the main concern here is its density which is around 1.3 g/cm3. PETG is great, easy to print, not as stiff as PLA, but stiff enough. It has great layer adhesion, decent heat resistance, it's not brittle. Its density is a bit smaller than PLA, around 1.25 g/cm3. PC-ABS blend is awesome though it's harder to print than the previous two. It's as stiff as PLA (probably more stiff), great heat resistance, but its layer adhesion is on par with PLA. Also it's more brittle than PETG, but less than PLA. Also its density is around 1.15. This was my choice until I decided to try PP. PP is weird. It's very hard to print, it's not stiff at all. But it has excellent layer adhesion, even better than PETG, it's not brittle at all because it's too soft, BUT its density is around 0.75 g/cm3. The fact that it's 1/3 times lighter than the PC-ABS bothered me too much so I started to look further. And finally PP CF17 (17% carbon fiber fill). It's still very hard to print, the PP doesn't stick to anything except PP, and it has huge shrink. But it's stiffness is just a bit smaller than PETG (though still as stiff as the original frame), good layer adhesion (on par with PETG), great heat resistance, and it's still not brittle at all. From my calculation its density is arount 0.78 g/cm3. Other tech details. I've separated the camera and vtx and connected them with wires. Also I've soldered 25V 220uf capacitor in parallel with power lines. Apart from that I've soldered additional power line from the battery to power the Runcam Thumb Pro W camera. The idea is to use tiny switching DC-DC step-down converter powered directly by the battery, so far it works fine and it's no need to solder directly to the FC (I still cannot find the schematics of this FC, BetaFPV cannot give me one since this FC is not sold separately). It will deliver 5V 0.7A when the supply is 6.5v+ (at least they state so), but from my measurement this camera consumes around 300ma when shooting 2.7@60fps. Weight. Original Cetus X dry - 55.5g This drone dry - 46.2g 2 original batteries (BetaFPV 450mah x2) - 25.4g GNB 850mah 2s - 36.6g Runcam Thumb Pro W with custom housing, microsd, ND filter and and DC-DC converter - 15.5g So as you can see the original setup with 2x450mah batteries is around 81g. The new setup with 2s 850mah battery is around 83g. The new setup with 2s 850mah battery and Runcam camera is around 98g. Flight time. I've only tried indoor cruising flight so far. With GNB 2s 850mah it flies 14.5 minutes (disarm at 7V, it rebounds to 7.2V so I guess there're 30-40secs more if you drain it until it rebounds to 7V). If I add the camera and shoot 2.7k@60fps it flies 9.5 minutes under the same conditions. Any feedback would be appreciated = ) |
2024.05.15 16:40 alibabaakirand What's a Good Score in English
Man honestly fuck NTA,the centre was so horribly mismanaged,we had to wait in line for over an 1:30 hours for biometric and even wo nhi hua,they sent us in when they saw ki time 2:45(edit cause I wrote 3:45 instead) ho gaya,even then question paper distribution took another 20 mins,fir details fill karna and all, among all this we had just 35 mins for the paper and because I was rushing to complete my paper I screwed it up by not reading the opposite in the question and waha mere 2 questions galat,over all 170 ban rahe he ab,man I could've easily got 180 or maybe more if it wasn't for the rush created by this level of mismanagement
So my question is,kya 170 decent score hai?
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So my question is,kya 170 decent score hai?
2024.05.15 16:38 TrissaurusRex I guess I'm officially a woman! I had my first older female relative comment on my apperrence.
I was FaceTiming my mom on mother's day and in the middle of the conversation she made the remark. "Sweetie, have you ever thought about getting bangs? You have a big forehead." Ugh, the unintentional shade. I was like, "MOM! Ouch." She then elaborated "Well it runs in the family and that's why I have bangs." After the conversation I thought about the Contrapoints line. "You become a woman the first time an older female relative turns to you at a restaurant and says "maybe you should order the salad sweetie"." So, I guess I'm officially a woman! Hooray!
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2024.05.15 16:35 TrissaurusRex I guess I'm officially a woman! I had my first older female relative comment on my apperrence.
I was FaceTiming my mom on mother's day and in the middle of the conversation she made the remark. "Sweetie, have you ever thought about getting bangs? You have a big forehead." Ugh, the unintentional shade. I was like, "MOM! Ouch." She then elaborated "Well it runs in the family and that's why I have bangs." After the conversation I thought about the Contrapoints line. "You become a woman the first time an older female relative turns to you at a restaurant and says "maybe you should order the salad sweetie"." So, I guess I'm officially a woman! Hooray!
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2024.05.15 16:35 SaukstasProto Fat foods and psychology
 | https://preview.redd.it/owl1w2nvpl0d1.png?width=1080&format=png&auto=webp&s=0cf6dc56b5b890cfb9a18a93ea24352d172fd913 submitted by SaukstasProto to saukstasproto [link] [comments] This study analyzed the effect on the rat population. It is an open question whether the results of this study are applicable to humans, but it is still interesting to consider. The participants of this study were fed a high-fat diet. Based on the results, rats were divided into two groups – resistant to getting fat and obese. At this point, I want to stress that individual physiology is just as important as behaviour, so if anyone repeats the actions of somebody else who is apparently successful, it does not mean it is a successful strategy. Obese male rats tended to display signs of anhedonia, while resistant male rats showed behavioural despair. On the contrary, obese female rats showed behavioural despair and no signs of anhedonia, independent of their fertility phase. Everything is related to everything else, and everything is more complex than we would find it convenient. But it is exciting! spoonfulofreason #psychology #fat #anhedonia #despairPhoto: Couleur from PixabayStudy: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0195666324001922 Woodruff, J., Bykalo, M., Loyo-Rosado, F., Maissy, E., Sadek, A., Hersey, M., Erichsen, J., Maxwell, N., Wilson, M., Wood, S., Hashemi, P., Grillo, C., & Reagan, L. (2024). Differential effects of high-fat diet on endocrine, metabolic and depressive-like behaviours in male and female rats. Appetite, 199, 107389. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.appet.2024.107389 My name is Monika; I am a health and nutrition psychologist. I help to deal with daily and challenging questions about behaviour, thinking, and emotions. I write, give lectures, and provide psychological counselling. Book my session here: https://calendly.com/saukstasproto/psichologine-konsultacija |