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I've been juggling multiple email accounts for a while now – work, personal, side projects, you name it. It got to the point where I was losing track of important emails and missing deadlines because I couldn't keep up. So, I went on a bit of a quest to find the best tool to manage all these accounts efficiently. Here’s a rundown of what I found, based on my experience and some deep dives into various tools:

1. Microsoft Outlook: This one’s a powerhouse. It can handle multiple accounts seamlessly, whether they’re Outlook, Gmail, Yahoo, or others. The focused inbox feature is a lifesaver, and the calendar integration is top-notch. Plus, the mobile app is pretty solid. However, it can be a bit overkill if you’re just managing personal emails.
   
2. Mozilla Thunderbird: For those who prefer open-source software, Thunderbird is a great option. It’s highly customizable with tons of add-ons and themes. It supports multiple accounts and can handle different email protocols like IMAP and POP3. The downside is that it can feel a bit clunky and outdated compared to more modern solutions.
   
3. Spark: This app has a sleek design and is incredibly user-friendly. One of its best features is the Smart Inbox, which categorizes your emails for you. It also supports multiple accounts and has excellent collaboration features if you need to share emails with a team. The downside is that it’s primarily designed for Apple devices (iOS and macOS), although they do have a web version now.
   
4. Mailbird: If you’re on Windows, Mailbird is a fantastic choice. It’s very modern and integrates well with a lot of third-party apps like Google Calendar, WhatsApp, and more. It supports multiple accounts and has some nifty productivity features like a unified inbox. However, it’s not free – there’s a one-time fee or a subscription model.
   
5. ProtonMail: If privacy is your top concern, ProtonMail is the way to go. It’s encrypted end-to-end and has a strong focus on security. It supports multiple accounts, but the free tier is quite limited in terms of storage and features. The interface is clean, but it might not have all the bells and whistles that some of the other options do.
   
6. eM Client: This one’s a bit of a hidden gem. It’s very user-friendly, supports multiple accounts, and has a built-in calendar, tasks, and chat. The free version supports two accounts, but you’ll need to upgrade for more. It also has a neat feature where it can translate emails.
   
7. Airmail: Another great option for Apple users. It’s very customizable and supports a wide range of email services. Airmail’s interface is clean and modern, and it integrates well with other macOS and iOS apps. However, it’s not free, and some users report occasional bugs.
   

So, after trying out all these, I settled on Spark for my personal use because of its smart features and clean interface. For work, I stick with Outlook because of its robust integration with other Microsoft services.
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Context: I (20F) and my fiance (20M) currently live in his mothers house while we save up for a house and start our careers. We pay the majority of rent and utilities. So we're not staying there for free. And FMIL lives off government assistance and child support.
In January the whole situation went down. Taxes were due and my fiance was under his mom has a dependent. However since he's working a really good job he's made too much to be considered a dependent and financially independent to be claimed for child support. Meaning when he and his mother file for taxes, she won't receive the same amount of money as she used to. Which upset her and she reached out to ask if her son would claim her and his little sister as dependents. That she will claim disability and make it seem like he is the sole provider for the whole family.
She asked him this while he was working and then got another message from his older sister asking if he was going to claim his mother and sister as dependents or me since I don't make much money from my job and he is providing mainly for me. He texted back that he would have to ask me.
This blew his phone up. They asked him why would he need to talk to me? That this was messed up and how his mother was really counting on him to do this favor.
He called me and I told him that he needs to think about his options here. Do what he wants to do because he's going to be the main one affected on if he chooses to stay on government assistance or not.
In the end he said no to his mother. He did not want to be on the case any longer because it has caused a lot of issues for him so far. Ex: getting a decent job, setting up a savings account, applying for credit. All things you can't do or it is extremely hard to do while receiving help.
His mother was pissed. Saying that I involved myself into family matters that don't concern me. How I've manipulated her son and that I'm controlling him into making decisions where I benefit from. I don't think I did anything wrong considering I simply told him to do what he wants. But idk maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut.

im transferring and in my old school there were many go to ig accounts & apps that people followed to keep track of things around campus (mostly events & what not, like for example there was a account that posted about free stuff around campus lmao)
what are some for umass?

Hey, everyone. This is a throwaway account just to avoid any issues. I know getting support is the point of this subreddit, but I still feel badly offloading on anyone, so I’ll start by saying I’m sorry and thank you.
My wife struggles with BPD, Bipolar 2, and CPTSD. She also suffers from Fibromyalgia, Endometriosis, Hashimoto’s, and Chronic Idiopathic Urticaria. We’ve been together for about 15 years, and while everything has been extremely hard, I want to stress that I do not blame her for anything. She is in DBT and Trauma Therapy, and is actively trying to work on herself. She accepts responsibility when she’s aware of a problem and tries her best to remedy things where she can. I love her and appreciate all the hard work she puts into trying to fix things and learn where she can improve.
With that said, I can’t fully express how hard things can get on my end. She’s federally disabled, so she stays at home and just focuses on herself as much as she can. The world can be challenging, though, especially with her degree of disability, so she doesn’t go out much. She ends up feeling very alone and has created a codependent situation where she doesn’t feel comfortable going out unless I’m with her, and when she’s not having a good BPD day, approaches me as if I am required to provide her that support or attention and failing to be there for her or failing to want to do those things is treated equivalently to depriving her of an emotional need. She doesn’t act that way when she’s doing well, but when she has a bad day (which can be somewhat often), that’s when I’m blamed. With this, my life is just going to work, working as hard as I can to support her, coming home, giving her all my free time because she’s been alone all day, repeating that until the weekend when I do work around or outside of the house, and give all my free time to her again. I understand how unhealthy it is to not have any form of self-care available to me, but so much as mentioning that I want to do something for me can sometimes devolve into abuse, so I often just stop trying and do my best to get some enjoyment out of the time I give to her.
Outside of those social issues, she also tends to use a coping mechanism she’s developed over the years on me. Whenever she has very heavy feelings about a situational thing (i.e. something that she has no control of or any outlet for, like a cherished pet dying, where she can’t blame or attack anyone but still creates heavy feelings), she doesn’t seem to know how to work through those feelings in a healthy way and ends up holding onto them until they pile up. Her way of coping, then, is to latch onto any problem she can find from me (or anyone else in the way, but typically just me), blow up that problem as big as she can, then try to shove all her feelings into that problem by attacking or emotionally abusing me. And, if that problem is too small to justify all those feelings, then she will pull in any problem she can from the past – small problems, large problems, unresolved problems, resolved problems, things to do with me, or even things that have nothing to do with me. She’ll then take those issues and continue adding it to the base problem until she feels like she’s offloaded all her feelings and can move on. I’ve attempted to tell her about the coping mechanism a few times in the past, but when she started using the fact that I wanted to talk about a problem to use her coping mechanism on me, I stopped trying to bring it up.
So, with these two main issues, things can be an emotional rollercoaster. I feel like I’m chained up in a corner, where sometimes she comes over to really love and care about me, and other times she stops by just to emotionally beat me. I feel so extremely alone, all the time. But, what makes it worse is that I know it’s not really her fault. She’s getting the help she needs and is actively working on her issues. She feels remorse whenever I’m able to talk with her about these issues, and tries her best to support me when she’s doing well. If she wasn’t actively trying to fix the issues, or didn’t accept responsibility for her actions, I would likely be okay just walking away. But, she needs a support system. She needs someone there to help her or she will never get better. It’s like there are two very distinct people I’m married to – one that is loving, kind, appreciative, and supportive, and the other is angry, spiteful, and abusive. And, I know if I walk away from the abusive side of her, I have to abandon the side of her that I love, and that’s just not something I’m willing to do. She deserves support just as much as anyone else, but it’s just so extremely hard, all the time.
I will say, I was able to very recently get her to accept couple’s therapy. I know it’s going to be tricky because she has actively tried to discredit my therapists in the past when they say things she doesn’t agree with. So, I know if we get a couple’s therapist that she doesn’t have some kind of default trust in, there’s the risk she will fall into that mindset again. She does fully trust her therapist at this point, so I asked her to get a recommendation from him in an attempt to create some default trust in whomever we end up seeing together. Today is her next therapy session, so hopefully she comes back with a name and contact information for us to set up our first session. I sincerely wish we didn’t have to do couple’s therapy because most insurances don’t cover couple’s, which means I have to pay out of pocket with money I don’t have. But, the alternative is just remain chained up in the corner with no end in sight, and I just don’t think I have it in me to continue this cycle without at least some kind of end in sight.
I’m so sorry for the long post. I’m sorry for anyone that made it this far, but thank you for any support you can provide. I don’t want to leave her. I want to support her as much as I can, and hopefully couple’s therapy finally makes things better. But, for now, I feel so extremely alone, so thank you for hearing me out. I hope you all have a wonderful day.

Hello, writers! A friend and I have been working on a project over many years. It's a true-life account and includes chat logs and emails between three main characters as well as with people in our lives. We've changed the names of the people who aren't part of the project, several of whom aren't portrayed in flattering ways.
It's not possible that these people's identities would become known unless they insisted on identifying themselves. Given the nature of the material, this is highly improbable.
So, my question is: Now that we're on the brink of publishing this, how do we credit these contributors? We are crediting just about everyone: editors, people on the digital production end, models, etc. If it matters, the project will be offered for free, allowing us to skirt certain copyright issues.
I'm thinking something along the lines of:
[Project Name] is a true-life account and includes real emails and chat logs. Names have been changed to protect the identities of unknowing contributors to this work.
Thoughts?
Thanks, all.

FYI, this is a story COLLECTION. Lots of standalones technically. So, you can basically start to read at any chapter, no pre-read of the other chapters needed technically (other than maybe getting better descriptions of characters than: Adam Vir=human, Krill=antlike alien, Sunny=tall alien, Conn=telepathic alien). The numbers are (mostly) only for organization of posts and continuity.
OC Written by Charlie Stastarrfallknightrise,
Typed up and then posted here by me.
Proofreading and language check for some chapters by u/Finbar9800 u/BakeGullible9975 u/Didnotseemecomein and u/medium_jock
Future Lore and fact check done by me.
Caution swearing!
Also, god I love you Conn… please never change!
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Want to find a specific one, see the whole list or check fanart?
Here is the link to the master-post.
"Both of you get your suits back on."
"What the hell is going on!?”
Richards demanded, Adam took a deep breath,
"Captain Richards that was not an opening for a discussion, that was an order. Now put the damn suit on, or I swear I will knock you out and do it myself!”
The three of them were floating in the module staring at each other, hands resting against what must have been no more than a few millimeters of aluminum.
He stared at them, and they stared back.
Adam did not break eye contact with the two, willing them to do as they were told. Chavez was the first to move, hurrying over to her space suit and struggling to pull it on in a near panic as bright lights flashed from outside. Inside his heart was pounding but he tried to remain calm for the two standing before him.
He hurried over to help Chavez pull on her gear, finally sealing the helmet in place as Richards finally moved to do the same.
Adam helped pull the hard torso over the man's head and link it to the waist before helping him pull on his gloves and, eventually the helmet. Before he let go, he kept hold of Richards by either side of the helmet staring at him through the glass,
"I promise, if you listen to me, I will keep you safe."
He kept eye contact with the other man until Richards finally nodded, and Adam let him go to float over and put on his own suit. His hands were steady, for now, but he knew as soon as the crisis was over he'd be shaking like a leaf.
If he survived…
He gritted his teeth, cursing himself for thinking like that.
He was Admiral Vir for crying out loud. He had survived far too much to go and die now.
He returned to the helm of the command module as he looked out the thick window at the lights flashing on either side of them. Despite the war that was raging around them, everything seemed so strangely quiet. There was no sound no rumbling, not even a vibration as one of the jets flew past. Despite being at the controls of the vehicle, there was nothing he could do. They only had a certain amount of fuel to get them to the lunar surface, and if he wasted any of it at all, they would be either caught in orbit, or miss the moon entirely.
He had to keep his cool.
Another bright burst of light lit the window to his right. This one was closer this time.
His heart leaped up into his throat.
Richards and Chaves joined him buckling into their seats.
"What is going on?”
Richards demanded again, his mike distant and tinny with the sound of very old technology.
"I believe Anti-Alliance forces are attempting to assassinate me. They have been trying for months now, and I think they are being encouraged by very powerful members of the government."
They watched as another set of ships zoomed past.
He saw a flash of a silhouette, just enough to know that one of them was a Thunderhawk and the other was a silver Rundi drone.
It confirmed his worst fears. The Chairwoman had been behind this the whole time!
[…]
Red nearly collided with the rocket. The Thunderhawk had pulled up the last minute, but he had almost been too late. He jerked the stick to the side, throwing up his wing just in time to avoid hitting the rocket as it made its slow way through space. He dove down on the other side forced to break off pursuit and cut in front of another Thunderhawk coming in from above. He made to look like he was going to ram them, playing a dangerous game of chicken, which he won at the last second as the other pilot panicked and cut to the left.
There were too many of them. Only five out of the original twenty had been destroyed, and he and the rest of their pilots were busy just keeping the thunder hawks away from the rocket, much less to have any time of firing at them. He had sent one of his people down to earth and one of them off towards the moon for backup. The moon was still hours away yet, so the hope that some help would be sent from them was unlikely, and even the woman he had sent down to earth's surface was cutting it close.
He didn't have much hopes that they would be able to hold out that long.
Inside the cockpit his warning lights began to blink and blair as one of the other jets got a lock on him. He rolled right to avoid them and dove down, cutting off the lock but still being pursued by those behind him. Up ahead he saw one of the silver balls erupt into flames as it was targeted by an expert hit from one of the Thunderhawk pilots.
He rolled right.
Someone else rolled left. He cut up just in time to avoid being hit and raced forward to cut off another Thunderbird that was heading directly towards the rocket.
[…]
Eris hurried down the hallway, her knees screaming as she did her very best to sprint, but despite her human anatomy, she was a little too much like a starborn.
With a cry of frustration she reached up and tore off her hoodie, throwing it to the ground and engaging her anti-gravity belt. The ribbons on her back billowed out behind her.
Light spilled in from the windows on either side of the catwalk she was now on, filling her with a buzzing energy that she could feel radiating through the ribbons like electricity. She knew from her study of starborn that they could travel at thousands of miles an hour in the vacuum of space, especially when under the power of a star. She didn't think she needed to go THAT fast, but anything would be better than what she was doing now.
As if in response to her will, she suddenly began to glide forward, picking up speed as she swooped towards the end of the hall, wind catching her in the face and roaring along her cheeks. With her starborn skin, she barely felt a thing as she raced around the corner and out of the waiting door. Two men dressed in military ACUs dived to the side as she blew past them crying out in alarm and confusion as the "Alien" floated by.
Somewhere distantly, she could sense Conn racing in the opposite direction towards the base.
Sunny and Admiral Kelly had Admiral Massie in their custody and were dragging him out into the hallway.
She blew across the open ground her ribbons snapping and billowing behind her as she did. She didn't even have time to imagine what she looked like as she roared over the open field and towards the waiting news vans which were just beginning to pack up their things. They were close to leaving, but she set out a sharp hard telepathic pulse ordering them to stop.
Compelling them to stop.
They froze in their tracks and looked up to see her coming.
Someone scrambled to turn on their camera, not sure what was going on but sure it had to be something good.
She tried not to think about what they would see as the camera flared to life following her approach.
"Make us live."
She ordered,
The news people glanced between each other in confusion,
"But no… we aren’t-"
"What are-"
She came to a sudden jolting stop before them, her billowing black hair fanning out behind her like a curling halo.
"I said, put us on air."
This time the telepathic pulse was too strong to resist. Mostly that, paired with the fact that none of them were sure they really wanted to resist. She was way too interesting to pass up.
They hurried to do what they were doing, and Eris was given just enough time to feel nervous before the camera was turned to her.
They were live.
She read it in the minds of those behind camera who she cut off as she began to speak,
"Citizens of Earth, there has been a horrible conspiracy against you. The UN president has ordered the assassination of Admiral Adam Vir and has continually attempted to sabotage the mission. Just now General Massie was taken into custody after ordering the deployment of twenty Thunderhawk’s to harass the rocket and make its destruction look like some sort of collision with space debris."
The group gawked at her as she raised her hand with the small silver device and began playing the recording.
She knew something like this would never be admissible in court. She was pretty sure it would be considered entrapment of some kind, which is why it must be heard now, before everyone, so that the actions of the president could be judged by a jury of the world where it could not be hidden by political machinations.
"Communications have been lost with Apollo 11. And it is... Well... It is likely that he is already dead..."
Her voice broke,
"No matter what happens, I need you, and this nation to understand what is happening before it gets swept under the rug. I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears and experienced their meeting in the thoughts of a man who is both xenophobic and hateful to his own humankind."
She kept talking trying to give them all the information she could, spilling thoughts she had heard in the head of the UN president and General Massie alike. Every meeting, every liaison, every name until her voice was beginning to crack.
[…]
The UN president was just standing to enter her vehicle when a slow muttering began in the crowd behind her. She turned as the ground before her went silent.
She watched as a wave ran through the people. A wave of nudging and whispering and showing off news feeds they had pulled up on their wrist implants. It wasn't long before the entire crowd was either staring down at their arms or clustered around someone else for viewing.
"What is going on?”
She wondered, turning to one of her men who was staring down at her own wrist.
"Madame president?"
He said with a look of confusion.
She could hear it now.
"Her and General Massie have ordered members of the UNSC to adjust funds in order to hide the twenty Thunderhawk’s they were squirting away for just such an event."
She hurried forward, grabbing the secret serviceman by the arm, staring at it as she watched the streaming newsfeed and the freaky white alien with the large dark eyes and flowing black hair.
"She is afraid of aliens, she wishes to isolate and eventually use humanity's superior forces to overtake trade in the galaxy, forceful if need be."
The muttering behind her had turned into an angry grumbling, and she turned to see the eyes of hundreds that turned towards her.
"Get me out of here."
She hissed. the Secret Serviceman took a step back with a look of confusion and indecision on his face.
"It's your job."
She snarled, but he just stared at her.
She hurriedly ran over to her car as the crowd began to filter in around them pressing close. A few of the secret service men pulled guns, but a large majority of them were frozen with indecision and were taken over by the crowd. She scrambled into the back seat of her vehicle and slammed the door shut screaming at the driver to get moving.
The crowd was surrounding them now, pounding at the glass.
She could hear their angry voices raised for her to be heard behind bullet proof glass.
Outside, she watched a lone figure step onto the platform where the lectern was and stare at her with its beady black eyes. The Chairwoman of the GA stood over the crowd like it's filthy alien lord.
And even though Rundi could not smile, she could swear it was smiling.
[…]
Baby K hit a rough patch of turbulence coming down from the atmosphere. She struggled with the controls as she was thrown left and right inside the cockpit of her rickety shuttle.
Donovan Red had ordered her down here to grab the UNSC, but she was so scared and full of adrenaline that she had dropped it at too steep an angle. The ride was much bumpier than it was supposed to be, and her teeth were rattling inside her head.
Just then two Jets suddenly cut in behind her out of nowhere, and she heard her console beep and warn her about a lock on, making it clear that she was just one click of a trigger away from imminent doom.
"This is Eagle Dispatch One, unidentified vessel, you have crossed into restricted UNSC airspace, identify yourself or be destroyed! You have ten seconds to comply, over."
She scrambled for her communications, but her fingers felt as stiff as wood as she scrambled for the button.
"I repeat, this is Eagle Dispatch One, unidentified vessel, you have entered restricted UNSC airspace, you are ordered to identify yourself or be destroyed. Five seconds remaining. Over."
She slammed her first into the comms button nearly panicking,
"UNSC!"
Her voice was rattling,
"This is B-baby K, and I... The Apollo 11 is under attack!"
She was breathless as she forced the words out.
There was silence over the coms,
"Say again? Uhm I mean please repeat over.”
"Apollo 11 is under attack!"
”…”
”…”
More silence,
”Roger that. Please stand by. Over."
The lock lifted and the two jets pulled up to the side of her, staying close now.
She recognized those jets as two F-90 Darkfires.
They stayed by her side for a moment, and as close as they were she could see one of the pilots fidgeting with the coms, talking and wildly gesticulating, while his copilot was beginning to wildly flip switches.
Meanwhile, a second voice came in over the coms.
"On your left! Eagle Dispatch Two here, unidentified vessel, please land on UNSC base airstrip one. Just contact the control tower once you get close for guidance and instruction."
Baby K looked over into the other jet, just to see the pilot adjusting his helmet and clicking an oxygen tube to the front of his helmet. His co-pilot had already put the additional oxygen mask on and was also flipping switches.
”Uhm aren’t you going to escort me?”
Baby K managed to blurt out in confusion,
”Godspeed Baby K, Eagle Dispatch Two over and out.”
Both men in the jet to her left had apparently finished their preparations and gave her a quick salute.
Then suddenly, both jets adjusted their angle and cut engines, before switching to their big fusion engines, rocketing them up and out of sight within seconds.
[…]
So far it had been a relatively quiet day at the Ellington Field Joint Reserve Base. Most of the air traffic had been canceled due to the launch of the Apollo mission, so there was not much to do, leaving much of the Airport less staffed than normal.
In the Air Traffic Control tower of the base, only two men were working. Though “working” was stretching it, considering Senior Controller M. Fredrick was currently in the middle of his book (though he was at least in front of his station) and his comrade Senior ATC Instructor A. Millard was currently sitting in a corner, watching a movie on his implant.
”So what are you watching? One of those old Star Wars movies?”
”You bet! Those are the best! By the way any info on that “lost civilian” who got into our airspace?”
”No not yet, though I sent Eagle Dispatch and told them to be extra unfriendly, that will scare these civilians off for sure!”
”Pffft, why couldn’t they watch the start like any other person? There is always some dumb rich kid doing dumb stuff with daddies private shuttle… I don’t understand why we always let them off with a warning…”
The console started beeping,
”Oh look that’s them now!”
”Put ‘em on speakers!”
”Will do!”
…
”ATC this is Eagle, come the FUCK in!”
Fredrick rolled his eyes,
”Ahem… This is Elling Field ATC, calling Eagle Dispatch One. We hear you, over.”
”ATC what the FUCK took you so long!?”
”Ellington Field ATC, to Eagle Dispatch one, firstly: language, secondly: please follow standard radio rules, over.”
”THE APOLLO IS UNDER ATACK BY HOSTILE ELEMENTS!”
”Ellingt-WHAAAAT!? Repeat please! Over!”
”THE APOLLO IS BEEING ATACKED BY HOSTILE ELEMENTS! REQUETING IMMEDIATE ASSIST!”
Fredrick just stared at Millard dumbfounded. As the senior officer Millard was quick to collect himself and jumped up and towards his console.
”What are you waiting for Fredrick! Are we blind!? DEPLOY THE GARRISON!”
Fredrick ignored all protocol and just flipped the switch to connect his comms to every recipient available.
”ATC to all personnel and everyone who can hear me, the Apollo is under attack, I repeat, the apollo is under attack. I want all available planes that can reach the outer atmosphere ready ASAP! Get the darkfires on the runway I want them in the air yesterday!”
[…]
Conn raced towards the airstrip, feeling the wind in the ribbons at his back. He couldn't go nearly as fast as he wanted to with air resistance.
Why the hell did Adam always have to get into so much trouble, why did he always have to be the center of attention!?
Everyone either hated him or loved him, but the problem was people who hated him also wanted to kill him.
Why did he have to be so controversial!?
Why did he have to be hated for something that was such a big deal. Why couldn't he be hated for having controversial political opinions. Conn paused…
On second thought, controversial political opinions were kind of what had gotten them here in the first place, so he guessed that was kind of a useless comparison. How about being the kind of guy who liked to talk too much about fishing. That was a great way to make people hate you for being boring, but it didn't usually mean that people wanted to kill you.
Maybe they could get the man a hobby doing something that wasn't so controversial…
Like…
Kicking small Animals or…
Cannibalism.
He came roaring to the stop at the edge of the airfield just in time to watch an entire platoon of pilots racing towards jets. He could hear their minds and looked up to see a rather dinky shuttle descending from the sky. He floated forward towards one of the jets as two pilots leaped inside.
He was going to need a ride.
The pilots turned to look at him, but Conn just shook his head.
The pilots decided to ignore him in the confusion and Conn grabbed on tight.
Starborn, he had come to learn, were a very interesting species in comparison to others. Vertically, as in from the top down he was very fragile and likely to break his neck or collapse his spine if there was any kind of pressure, but with horizontal forces, he was practically indestructible. Below him the ship roared to life and soon they were gathering speed along the runway.
His grip was tight, and he used the extra energy from his ribbons to speed himself up along with the jet to reduce the pull on his arms.
His grip wasn't that strong.
They went vertical almost immediately, and he made sure to orient his body in the correct direction as they went hurtling into the sky.
[…]
Red's right wing had been hit. If there had been atmosphere around him he would have been a goner, but there was no air resistance here, so once he regained control of his roll, he pulled back into position and fired one last shot as the opportunity arose. The sixth Thunderhawk was destroyed in an eruption of debris, which he dodged only with difficulty, limping without the aid of the maneuvering jet on the end of his one wing. Things were only speeding up now, the Rundi were almost gone and the pressure was being laid thick on his people. They were hard to hit but the pursuit made it almost impossible for them to do any real maneuvering of their own. He was almost hit again as another Thunderhawk sped underneath him. They rolled this way and that rocking from one side to the other. Flying through debris and over strips of silver metal.
Below them the earth hung as a glowing orb.
Red cut in a wide circle coming in with the sun at his back, using it to blind one of the enemy Thunderhawk’s as he came in. He watched the group of them form up suddenly as a ring around the slow moving rocket, intending quite certainly to rush it all at once. He screamed into the comm trying to order his men around, but it was going to be too late, he could already see it coming.
The jets rushed forward, and he did too, screaming inside his helmet as they went to broadside Apollo 11.
And then with all the silence of space, sixteen F-90 Dark Fires came spitting overhead all at once, raining down a line of ordinance that cut through the group of unsuspecting Thunderhawk’s.
Space around them was filled with a myriad of silent explosions as each and every one of them was ripped to shreds.
All except one…
He saw it at the last moment.
It had been hit in the tail and had gone wildly off course.
It turned sideways, but had just enough force... For its wing to tear straight through the aluminum siding of the rocket.
FUCK!
[…]
Chavez and Richards had been ordered to strap into their seats.
Adam had taken it upon himself to lock down the rest of the main cabin. Outside the flashing lights were like a fireworks display without sound. He grabbed onto one of the rails, forcing equipment back into place, so that if anything happened it wouldn't fly out.
His legs were kicked up behind him as he floated forward reaching for some of the controls as a sudden bright wash of light filtered in through the windows. He heard a scream over his com, and then the air around him was rent with a horrific tearing noise, which suddenly went silent. There was a rush, and he jerked forward as he was sucked back... And out of the ship entirely.
His hands and legs kicked and flailed as he tried to right himself, hearing his own breathing as the only sound as he watched the rocket begin to spin, debris erupting around him as air, and whatever wasn't strapped down was sucked through the small opening.
The rocket was spinning wildly but still on course, while he was spinning wildly in a silent abyss.
Grunting against the force of his spin, he reached down for the controls to the CO2 canister built into the pack of his spacesuit.
He groaned, not sure which way was up or down or back. He tried to right himself against the spin by firing in the opposite direction to slow his spin.
He could see the rocket now spinning in the opposite direction with the sudden loss of oxygen. He hoped the other astronauts were ok. He saw the silhouette of a jet fly past in the distance making its way towards the spinning rocket.
At least there was someone here to help.
Maybe the others would survive-
And then he just… stopped, coming to a confusing halt in the middle of space.
That shouldn't have been right!
He should have kept going forever!
He tried turning his head, but he felt like the pillsbury doughboy in this two thousand year old suit.
What was happening?
"Did you miss me Baby?”
Well shit, now he sort of wished he could keep spinning.
There was a tugging on the outside of his suit, and Conn floated into view in front of his helmet.
"Hey sweetheart."
"You are probably the last person I wanted to see."
He said, though he didn't entirely mean it, and unfortunately Conn knew that too, the mindreading asshole that he was.
”I could hardly let the father of my child go spinning off into space without taking accountability for his family. After al child support is paying way more than widows pension."
"Shove it up your ass Conn."
"No really, not even the vacuum of space is going to save you from your responsibilities. Now, about custody, I was thinking you could have every other weekend and a couple of major holidays…”
He gave a rueful sort of smile as Conn grabbed him by the life support pack and started floating them towards the rocket.
The F-90s had somehow managed to slow the spin of the rocket, and pull it back on course with grappling magnets.
All around them space was filled with debris. No more working Thunderhawk’s were present and those that were were quickly being grappled. One sleek racing jet slowly cruised past them. One of its wings was damaged, but whoever was inside waved with one hand as he rolled past.
Adam lifted a hand as Conn brought him the last few hundred feet to the torn opening in the side of the ship, allowing him to step through.
Conn patted him on the side of the helmet,
"Make sure to be home by dinnertime sweetie."
Before blowing him a kiss and vanishing back out the hole.
Adam floated there, a bit nonplussed for a moment before turning back to the front of the ship where Chaves and Richards were still strapped into their seats staring at him and after Conn. He floated over to strap himself in.
"Admiral! You're ok!”
"Yes, it seems that I am, thanks to a... Friend of mine."
Just then Conn appeared again just before their right side window, and like the classy gentlemen that he was began rubbing his butt up against the glass.
He sighed,
"Friend is kind of stretching it."
"Apollo 11 this is Houston, do you copy!"
The man on the other end of the line sounded close to tears, and Adam hurried to respond,
"Houston this is Apollo 11."
On the other side he thought he heard the sound of voices cheering in relief.
"What is your status, over?”
"We are a bit beat up Houston, we have a tear in our hull, but our suits are ok, and we have help."
"Prepare to abort mission."
Adam frowned,
"Now wait a second there Houston! I didn't get sucked out the side of my own rocket to just quit now. Tell the boys to come up here and patch us up and we can finish the mission. All systems are still functioning, and we are back on course."
He glanced over at the others,
”That is, if the crew wants to continue."
There was a pause and then Chavez timidly piped in,
"I'd be ok with that."
Richards sighed,
"Roger Houston, patch us up."
Granted it may have been cheating. Apollo 11 hadn't had support with special tools that could just patch up a spaceship within ten minutes, but then again the original Apollo 11 hadn't been in the middle of a firefight while on their journey to the moon.
So it was with some trepidation that Houston allowed it, and before long they had air back inside the cabin back up to pressure, but they also had a sixteen-man rotating escort for the rest of the way.
The group of them were even shocked to see Rundi drones join the formation, only to learn that it had been the UN president who had allegedly called the hit on him. It was hard to believe, but they were only getting snippets here and then from over radio and from Conn, who floated around occasionally to rub another part of his anatomy against the window and give them teasing updates.
The moon was growing slowly in their vision.
"Hehe, I can see my house from here."
Adam remarked as they prepared to detach the lunar module from the rest of the ship.
They landed without incident, observed by mobile camera crews and news reporters as he made his own footprint on the never changing dust of the moon's surface. He gave them a thumbs up to let them know he was fine and hesitated only once before setting up the UN flag in the dirt. He refused to let his enthusiasm be dampened by the day's events and hopped around dancing and leaping for joy as another one of his childhood dreams was fulfilled.
…
That was before he plowed face first into the moon's surface and required help from Richards to stand back up again.
They left soon after taking another three days of escort back to earth before strapping themselves in for final entry.
Conn left them just as they were entering orbit with a very big and very drawn out middle finger for all three of them.
"Your friend is super delightful isn't he?”
"You don’t know the half of it, try having a child with him."
Adam muttered, refusing to elaborate even as they stared at him in confusion.
They fell from the sky and landed somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, picked up by the waiting navy vessel who was within nine miles of their landing site. They were fished from the water and returned safe and sound to the ship to cheers and cameras. Adam's legs felt a little like jelly after days of not using them, and he was finally able to relax lying on the deck of the ship under the sun as people ran around them on either side.
His hands shook slowly building up after the stress of the last week. He took long deep breaths and closed his eyes.
The next few days were going to be a real shit show.
And somehow it wasn’t because he was now known as the man who faceplanted not one, but TWO interstellar bodies…
The media was way to busy with the other story, a massive net of deceit and corruption that would now be uncovered.
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Thanks for reading! As you saw in the title, this is a cross posted story written by starrfallknightrise and I'll just upload some of it here for you guys, if you are interested and want to read ahead, the original story-collection can be found on tumblr or wattpad to read for free. (link above this text under "OC:..." ) It is the Empyrean Iris story collection by starfallknightrise. Also, if you want to know more about the story collection i made an intro post about it, so feel free to check that out to see what other great characters to look forward to! (Link also above this text). I have no affiliations to the author; just thought I’d share some of the great stories you might enjoy a lot!
Obviously, I have Charlie’s permission to post this and for the people already knowing the stories, or starting to read them: If you follow the link and check out the story you will see some differences. I made some small (non-artistic) changes, mainly correcting writing mistakes, pronoun correction and some small additional info here and there of things which were not thought of/forgotten or even were added/changed in later stories (like the “USS->UNSC” prefix of Stabby, Chalar=/->Sunny etc). As well as some "biggemajor" changes in descriptions and info’s for the same stringency/continuity reason. That can be explained by the story collection being, well a story collection at the start with many standalone-stories just starring the same people, but later on it gets more to a stringent storyline with backstories and throwbacks. (For example Adam Vir has some HEAVY scars over his body, following his bones, which were not really talked about up till half the collection, where it says it covers his whole body and you find out via backflash that he had them the whole time and how he got them, they just weren't mentioned before. However, I would think a doctor would at least see these scars before that, especially since he gets analyzed, treated and goes shirtless/in T-shirts in some stories). So TLDR: Writing and some descriptions are slightly changed, with full OK from the author, since he himself did not bother to correct these things before.

I track my Rollover IRA drawdowns and potential future worth in a Google spreadsheet that takes into account a pension, social security, calculated or fixed IRA withdrawals, and fixed or random return rates. The sheet has 3 tabs for each of those withdrawal and rate flavors.
Feel free to make a copy if you're interested. The sheet is not user friendly if Google sheets isn't your thing. Also, the cagr(s) and standard deviation(s) used in this sheet are for a specific stock/bond mix analyzed in portfoliovisualizer.com, so you will need to analyze your own portfolio and plug in those values for your needs.
Retirement Income
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Hey i’m new to the game, have only played on a server a few month back and decided to pick up the free trial to play for a couple of days before buying it on the promo, but I have mildly annoying issue rn and just wanted to check if this is normal
I swear I looked up everything, does the first update really take that long?
It started by showing some 4+ hours and went into 10 hours and now it’s stuck in “unknown” while downloading “music027.bgw”
I just downloaded the install files got my account all nice and figured out I just need the game to update to start playing.
Posting it to the sub is my last resort andi’ve read that the old install files were really bad but all the info is really old and I mean I technically downloaded the newest install right?

Preface: Hello everyone. Not sure if this is the proper community to be sharing WH40K fan theories on but it seemed like the right place, my apologies if it is not. I'm not super well versed in lore but owing to a lot of work related drudgery I have been bingeing 40k Lore videos as background entertainment and as I did I had a rather interesting theory come into mind. Did a bit of digging and I wasn't able to find anything so I figured I would try and share it with those who have a better grasp on The Lore than I do and see if it holds up or if there is anything directly contradictory that has ever been published. Decided to write it as close to an "in universe" style as I could as well for fun. Please feel free to share thoughts or anything else about the idea, I welcome any kind of education in the Lore that I could receive.
An excerpt from the charred remains of a heretic psyker's journal. Seized by the Imperial Inquisition
My first observation that something may be amiss oddly enough started not with the Imperium of Man at all but instead while observing the idiosyncrasies of the Orks. While their own psychic energy is minimal...the power of their "Da WAAGH!" is fascinating. What intrigued me most was observation of their seemingly having been capable of subconsciously using their collective energy to do some truly remarkable things. How their collective belief in a particular color of paint could lend the power of Da WAAGGH! to a vehicle and actively speed its passage. Or how that collective belief in the skill of pilot and his "controls" could allow them to manipulate something as unhinged as a Space Hulk using a crude painted on console. It struck a horrid heretical chord in my mind though.
With the exception of those referred to in whispers as "Blanks" every human too holds their own infinitesimally small connection to the Immaterium. What if we could somehow create such a system within the Imperium. What power could be harnessed through the collected subconscious psychic energy of the souls of the Imperium. And then...like a festering rot it struck me...what if it already had? It was thus I began my attempt to search out the truth of the highest of our Imperium, the origins of the God Emperor himself. And I found myself deeply frustrated. Little information could be corroborated. What I could find was often contradictory in nature and maddeningly inconsistent. Even the descriptions of the visage of the Emperor changed and altered depending on the source...and so my own heretical musings grew louder. I eventually came to a theory, one mainly birthed out of speculation but that I could do little to refute the potential of. What if our Emperor had in fact used us and used us still to make himself a god?
Perhaps, at some point in the distant eons of the past a man had been born much like myself. One gifted with a rare psychic talent but nothing compared to the magnificence that was that of the Godly control of the Immaterium that tales of the Emperor spin. And slowly, through deception, he began to convince people of his greatness using his gift. The more people who he convinced of his power, the more belief they had in his divinity and omnipotence, and as the collective psychic energy of humanity began to focus their entire belief on this singular individual, he was made into that which he had pretended to be? It would explain so many things. The slow but noticeable increase in the mythologized feats of the Emperor's prowess. The distorted accounts regarding his physical appearance. If those who had never once looked upon his actual visage were convinced he looked subtly different and they were sending imperceptible amounts of psychic energy to him in the BILLIONS of course it could alter how anyone would even perceive him.
The final thought leaves me hollow though. That, perhaps, what he is now is also our collective fault as well. That his expired frame still sits upon the throne, thrumming with psychic power, because we still pour out belief into him. Every time the inquisition comes to knock on my door and I must flee I still find myself silently offering up a prayer to the Emperor for protection...even as I doubt the origins of his divinity. I swear every time I do that I can feel the barest pull of a thread from my power, almost like an imperceptible tithe being taken in exchange for my prayer. And I shudder to think that perhaps prayers such as mine might keep him chained to that throne until our Imperium passes from memory.

Over a year later I’m back to update everyone who has been asking. Feel free to read my other posts for more details but my original post is below with a final update after.
Two days ago my son “J” (17) came to my job upset & crying. He told me my step daughter “K”(19) came home with a ton of new things & when he checked his room the $ he had been saving was gone. K doesn’t have a job & when she does have $ she spends it like it’ll burn a hole in her pocket. My boss let me go home early & I went home to ask K who took her shopping? K told me she used her own $. I told her to tell me the truth & she told me to “mind my own business”. J has been working at Papa Murphy’s & has been saving it. He was saving to surprise the dad of his friend who passed away (Beau) for his 1st birthday without him. His friends had given him $ to load onto his card to pay at the pump. It’s this weekend for 2 days & they were going to “treat” dad. Most kids would be saving for their 1st car or cool clothes, but he wanted to just “be there” for his friend's dad.
Instead of arguing back & forth with K, I checked the camera we have to check on the dogs. It only caught her legs but it was K going into J’s room. The rule in my house is we don’t go into each other's room, it’s a mutual respect of privacy. I told K she was caught & that she needed to get everything to return it all. K started throwing every excuse “I had it saved for months”,”how do you know it was me?”, “someone must have broken in”.
Her mom came home & she burst into tears, saying we were ganging up on her. I showed my wife the video & what happened, K ended up saying “Why does he get to have all the money anyway!!?”. He worked his ass off. I told my wife she needed to make K return everything & she said no that it would be “embarrassing” to return it all & that when K got a job she would repay J. I said “It’ll be more embarrassing when she gets arrested for stealing $400”.
We argue & I tell my wife K broke a non negotiable rule as well as the law by stealing, she is 19, she doesn’t pay rent & needs to leave. My wife says “if you kick her out I’m going too”. So I asked if she was willing to replace the money stolen (we have separate bank accounts), force K to return, or she could give me her half of the rent early (we split all bills), “no”. They packed a few bags & left, I was not going to rip the bags of stuff out of her hands. I don’t think getting physical would have been the smartest thing to do. Before you make me out to be the asshole, I do not have extra money for him to still go. I can only replace the small amount back to his friends & it’s not enough to make the trip. He went to bed without eating & has been crushed.
I posted to a sub AITA & was flooded with people telling me I should have called the police. So this morning that is what I did. The solution was that the officer would call my wife to bring K to the station to talk or she could return the items & pay back J. Sort of a scare tactic because I was told it is a civil matter.
My wife straight up fucking lied to the officer & said she gave the money to K. Since I don’t have actual proof of J’s money, no proof other than her walking into his room, nothing can be done. I’m LIVID. I literally watched J get his heart broken at the police station. Through tears he said “how could they do this to me, what was this all for, I just wanted to see Beau’s dad”.
J is my son from a previous relationship. I had to lecture him on not keeping large amounts of cash in his room but he didn’t think it would get stolen. My wife & K have support, staying with family, this won’t affect them.
A good lawyer combined with police who didn’t give a shit and a prosecutor who wouldn’t charge K with anything, K is free. It’s almost too frustrating to even explain a year later but I had so many people asking. The packages were sent to my house and in my name so I couldn’t prove it was her. I couldn’t prove she stole J’s money. Every card she applied for and opened was acquired using my SSN and Driver's license so it was basically my fault she got ahold of my wallet. I couldn’t prove shit.
I’m still teaching and living in a cheap efficiency apartment. J is thriving but is currently stranded 14 hours from home at college where he will stay until I’m able to come up with the gas to go get him. K and my ex wife ruined my fucking life.

Hey guys i made a new acc and which Code should i use for my free epic? Whats the best character? I have not alot of experience in this game. (I can not use code for monkeyking char) Thx!

Hey Reddit!
Yes, my account is new! Well aware of that ;) The reason being, as I felt it time to fully separate my love for writing from my day to day Reddit activity. Please do not be put off. I have over 15 Years experience and consider myself Semi - Adv Lit.
I am female, from the United Kingdom (GMT) and am over 25 so ideally would want the same age range (25+) from my partner. Doesn't matter your time zone. Not only do I work from home (so have untold free time), I also suffer crippling insomnia. So yeah. That's fun!
Realism is my bread and butter. Whilst I love watching Fantasy and Sci-Fi, writing it is not for me. I prefer modern settings, with realistic characters. But without the boredom that so many SoL's can bring. Wanna add horror to our romance? Sure! Wanna add a mystery? Cool! Wanna keep it sickly hallmark esq- am in! .
I prefer the organisation of Discord, and will only write 3rd. 1st gets to confusing to me... OOC is more then encouraged. This needs to be ours, right? I want to start from the ground up, plot, discuss and plan. Don't be put off if I throw out Reference Pictures, and the like. I am a super visual writer, but I do not expect the same back...
Erm..... Might be it.... Please tell me your favourite colour in your message, so I know this has been read! And I look forward to creating something delicious with you!
Please- like every other post I see here, do not write me Hey Lets Rp. You will be ignored, simple as that. IF you cannot put the effort in to an opener with me, you will not put the effort I expect in, when writing together. I also will not waste our time- if I do not think we will sync, then we wont sync-
Ghosts or Pyscho's need not apply. :)

Sorry if the title seems to be demotivating to those studying CFA, I assure you studying CFA helped me understand finance way better than I ever could, I would do it all again if I had to for just the knowledge gain.
I’m a Chartered accountant and I have 3 years of work experience in Big4 Finance consulting. I have completed CFA L3, recently I took a short break from work due to personal reasons. Armed with CFA L3 I was positive about breaking into entry level roles in finance, I was back to job search within 2 months of quitting my previous job. Boy I was so wrong. Nobody bothers to even let me work for free. My motivation to complete CFA was to get into AM industry, I’m not delusional to think I can break into IB PE/VC neither am I too greedy. I just want to work in AM in roles like Equity research or FI&Credit research. I was willing to start from scratch - huge pay cut ? No problem, long work hours ? - sure, lack of relevant experience ? - I’m willing to work for free for 6 months as unpaid intern and guess what I didn’t even get 1 damn call for interview. It’s absolutely heartbreaking as someone who has a CFA L3 and willing to literally work for free and no one is ready to give me chance.
Did CFA lose its value ? I don’t know but it surely didn’t help me to even score an unpaid internship. Everyday I’m just gaslighting myself that I need to up-skill myself, I’m networking hard, learning FM, reading up more books related to Value investing and equity research. If I do know if I’m the unlucky one but being unemployed for months is just terrible.

I haven't played football manager for a few years now but back during Covid when I had free time I had an incredible save with Everton winning the league and champions league routinely and becoming a global superpower.
Anyways when I tried to go back onto the game after a couple of years without playing it wouldn't let me. Somehow the game got uninstalled and it is not available to download on my steam account (I believe it looks like steam doesn't say that I ever played it at all). Luckily I still have the save files on my computer in order to play it if I'm able to get a copy of it again.
Is there anywhere else I could get that version of the game (hopefully for free)? Or if anybody has any recommendations about how I could fix my steam I'm all ears.
Thanks for the help!

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Good Morning,
I recently opened an account with fidelity and initiated a deposit, on good faith the company gave me instant buying power and I used this to invest in some stocks. I made a really good return in just 1 short day and sold the stocks I had purchased with the instant buying power. However, my deposit didn’t settle and they flagged me for fraudulent activity and permanently closed my account. So essentially the only “settled” cash I would have in the account would be whatever money I made from the trade itself (let’s say $100)
Am I going to be able to claim the sales proceeds from this trade even though my account is closed and keep the $100?

210k saved work in the trades and lived with my parents to save my money. All of my money is invested in my 401k, ira, and taxable brokerage with fidelity and my employers program except 30k I have for emergency savings and 4k in my checking account. I make 120k a year now and have secured free retirement medical after 55 from my union after reaching the required three years of employment. (I have 4). I’m also an only child and will inherit the paid off house (400k in value) I’m living in along with approximately 1.4 million dollars of cash/ Ira’s/ and other assets . Both parents are in 60’s. No debt. If I just work until my inheritance investing maximumly until I receive my inheritance could I be done working? I’m assuming somewhere in my late 30s early 40’s. (Also to clarify my parents aren’t touching their Ira’s as their combined social security’s and pensions cover their monthly cost with lots left over)