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My idea for the GxK sequel plot would begin with Godzilla waking up from his sleep in the Colosseum and returning to Tiamat's former layer to complete his evolution. Fast forward a few months later, and Godzilla emerges from the lair, completing his evolution and starting to look a little bit more like Tiamat.
Fast forward a few years, and Monarch detects two previously unknown Titans emerge from the Hollow Earth, Titanus Qalupalik, an ugly serpent-like fish or amphibian emerging from the Arctic Circle, and Titanus Dakuwaqa, a shark Titan emerging from a portal in the sea near Kadavu Island. Monarch figures they are here to take over the niches left by Scylla and Tiamat. Godzilla encounters Qalupalik first, who is combative, and they get into a quick one-sided fight which forces Qalupalik to submit. Godzilla gives her a pass and accepts her to take Tiamat's place. Then Godzilla meets up with Dakuwaqa, who begins a ritualistic dance of sorts to gain Godzilla's approval. After Godzilla inspects him and his demeanor, he accepts Dakuwaqa to take his new territory. Then, Godzilla moves to Madagascar to rest.
On the human side of the story, public outrage over the incompetence of both Monarch and world governments to prepare for these Titan attacks is at an all-time high. Governments are now arguing over how to deal with them. Some leaders want to eliminate Godzilla because they believe Godzilla is going to attack them anyway regardless of whether they provoke him or not and that he is too powerful to let alive. Others want to focus more on a Hollow Earth takeover and declare war on the Kongs because they fear that they can plan another attack on the surface world. Monarch tries to assure them that such an event would not happen again because of their change in leadership, but many are still unconvinced. The American government, along with other NATO countries, begin investing in developing a new type of military weapon to deal with Godzilla, the Super X. They also are trying to seal up the holes left in Hong Kong, Cairo, and Rio de Janeiro to ensure nothing from the Hollow Earth can use those portals to invade the surface world again. Monarch gets into heated conflicts over world governments over the portals, as they want to keep a few open for research purposes among other things. The governments relent and allow the portal in Barbados to remain open but require them to invest in extra security in case of an emergency.
Returning to Godzilla, he is suffering from irritating skin parasites (these parasites would be Shockirus, Endoswarmers, or an original kaiju). To deal with them, he begins trying to scrape them off by rubbing himself against the seafloor near the coast of Madagascar. He also tries reaching for some with his jaws and claws. The people on the beach are witnessing this as it is happening, and once Godzilla gets rid of most of the parasites, the beachgoers realize that some of them haven't been killed yet, and as they are aggressive and still larger than humans, they emerge from the shore to attack humans. But this terror is short lived as Godzilla quickly comes in to finish them off. Godzilla then returns back to the water but stays close enough to the island where people can clearly see him. He floats in the water, similarly to a crocodile, with his head and eyes above the water. He is staring at the people and the coasts intensely, which makes the beachgoers feel uncomfortable. Then, it transitions to some flashbacks where we see Madagascar 5 million years ago. These flashbacks would likely be of Godzilla's memories of his youth, from his birth to the other megafauna that used to exist on the island back in the day. Then, it would transition to another flashback where Godzilla encounters some indigenous people on Madagascar as a more mature individual. He curiously stares at the people and the chieftain looks back with great reverence. The people bow and begin to worship him, and Godzilla continues to look at them tenderly. Returning back to the present day, Godzilla lets out a deep low bellow, which gives off the impression of sadness. In reality, Godzilla is upset that he has become more disconnected to the world he protects and now feels like his life has become nothing but fighting to protect it without being able to take pleasure in its wonders.
Switching the attention to Kong, a fight sequence occurs between Kong and another Great Ape wielding a heavy machete. They are fighting in the battle arena as some apes watch the fight while others are busy doing other things. Kong prevails and the Great Ape falls to the ground. After the fight, Kong helps the Great Ape back up. It turns out the fight was nothing more than training; one of the things Kong has begun to do since his rise to power is to teach his people self-defense. As the audience gets a better look of what life is now like in their layer, it is revealed that Kong has recruited a group of Great Apes to assist him in pushing forward his policies. For example, there is a group of Great Apes that are tasked with keeping track of their inventory and rationing their food and water for the tribe. Another group was tasked to build a safe bridge replacing the giant skeleton, which was at this point completed. Others are taking care of the children and so on. Then there are apes that are farming fields of crops, which Mothra periodically visits to pollinate. Shimo, meanwhile, is just chilling with the apes and is not confined to her pit anymore. Kong has no generals or anyone with military roles as he has no interest in conquest and does not see the need for an army at the moment. Kong also does not allow anyone to gather food or water on their own except for him, because he does not want to put anyone else in danger. He meets up with Suko after his duel and is approached by Boots, who is also now a trusted advisor to him, and is alerting him of an approaching Titan. It turns out to be a squadron of Monarch HEAVs and Jet Jaguar, piloted by Trapper. After the fight in Rio, Monarch sent expedition crews to visit the Kong lair, and were horrified by the living conditions that Skar King created. So, they planned an initiative to deliver humanitarian aid to the apes, providing them with food or water, and also trying to make diplomatic measures with them and the Iwi tribe. They have developed a new type of bioengineered crop made from various Hollow Earth flora and Titan cells to feed the apes (which can be a set-up for Biollante in a future installment) and a new type of HEAV that can carry a heavier load to transport these resources. They also created a humanoid mech named Jet Jaguar, piloted by Trapper, which serves as both a diplomat and a vet, fully equipped with veterinary tools that allow it to treat pathologies for Titans, including the Great Apes. In addition, Monarch has rebuilt the Titan Hunter with some improvements as NATO voted to force them to reconstruct it as a self-defense weapon in case of another Titan attack. Since that has not happened yet since the Rio attack, the Titan Hunter has not yet been used. Jet Jaguar and the HEAVs are arriving at the lair with another shipment of resources, including more tools for the apes to plant their own crops. While the Great Apes begin to collect the shipments from the HEAVs, Kong greets Jet Jaguar, who is here to treat a Great Ape with severe physical ailments. This ape has torn tendons and ligaments from slave labor and requires casts for all of his limbs. The challenge with treating the apes is that they are still cautious of foreigners, so Monarch has had to learn patience when working with them. They also have only one mech to perform surgeries with, so they can only treat one ape at a time. Kong and Jet Jaguar meet up with the patient, an as they perform surgery, Kong has to be with the ape to soothe and comfort him as Jet Jaguar begins surgery. After a successful surgery is completed and the Monarch team departs, Kong sits back and looks at his tribe. He begins to have feelings of self-doubt, that he is not up for the task, despite trying his best. He also still feels Skar King's presence, as the pain and damage he has caused still greatly lingers even after death. Kong begins to suffer from insomnia and nightmares from Skar King, showing his presence is still strong and relentless even after death.
Then, the Monarch team visits the Iwi city and delivers the rest of their resources which were designated for them. Here, in this scene, while the audience gets a better glimpse of what life for the Iwi is like, they also get to see Phosphera, another guardian Titan (The best explanation I can come up for why Phosphera did not show up to fight Skar King in the previous movie here would be that she was in a metamorphosing stage during the events of GxK and was too immature to safely break out of her cocoon until after the events of the movie.)
Back on the surface world, in a lab somewhere in the U.S, scientists are experimenting with a genetically modified colony of Shinomura, which would be the main antagonist(s) of the first half. These scientists work closely with the federal government. They believe that it would be more effective to genetically engineer a kaiju superbug that can quickly evolve, spread and annihilate the Hollow Earth ecosystem at much lower costs than constructing mechs which take much longer to do and a lot more money. The cells are dormant and can only be activated by exposure to radiation, which is why Godzilla does not detect them or see them as a threat. The cells are transported by a ship to North Carolina where another portal to the Hollow Earth has been opened. The military plans to release them into the Hollow Earth and then quickly seal it, but it is backfired by a group of mercenaries who attack the ship and want to take the cells for themselves. Unfortunately, the cells are released, and they are not far from a nuclear power plant which also happens to be using the pink super charged radiation gathered from the Hollow Earth, so the cells multiply and grow, turning into a swarm. The cells combine into arthropod like monsters that are too small to be Titans but large enough to attack humans. They begin attacking nuclear plants and surrounding cities while others retreat into the Hollow Earth, which catches Godzilla's attention. Mothra gains wind of it too and emerges onto the surface world to aid Godzilla. By the time Godzilla gets to North Carolina, the swarm has absorbed enough energy to combine into a singular, massive, supercharged form that rivals Godzilla in size. They begin to fight, while the military decides to resort to Plan B and send the Super X against Godzilla. The first battle is fairly even until the Super X begins to attack both Shinomura and Godzilla, blasting chunks of Shinomura away. It becomes a three-way battle until Shinomura escapes and retreats into the ocean while Godzilla is distracted fighting the Super X. Mothra eventually arrives and Godzilla and Mothra destroy the Super X. Then Godzilla pursues the main Shinomura heading for Japan while a few other smaller colonies move to other locations.
Back in the Hollow Earth, the Shinomuras that escaped there quickly grow and begin running amok on the planet. Kong is travelling with Shimo and Suko. They are gathering more food and water to bring back to the tribe, but their trip is quickly interrupted by a squadron of Shinomuras that have combined into their arthropod like forms but now rival Kong in size. Kong leaves Suko with Shimo and takes them on himself. He has no problem ripping the Shinomuras apart with his axe and bare hands. He overpowers them individually, but as the Shinomuras recombine and reshape themselves, they begin to overwhelm him. He notices Shimo and Suko are prompted to do something about it, even though he doesn't want them to, but eventually relents and retreats into a nearby body of water to shake them off of him. Kong quickly jumps out of the water and Shimo freezes and traps the Shinomuras in the water. The trio realize that even more Shinomuras are on the way and transforming into something deadlier. The three immediately turn back and run straight for the lair. As they are running, Kong gets flashbacks of being pursued by Skar King's goons; the Shinomuras remind him of the destruction and chaos that was left behind in Skar King's advance. Kong calls out to the apes farming as he makes it back to the lair and motions them to get inside immediately. He closes up the entrance and warns everyone of the emergency. He has everyone gather all of the resources they have and take refuge in Shimo's former lair, which they now use as an emergency bunker. Boots signs Kong what are they going to do next, and Kong admits he doesn't know, but he intends to be the one to check when it is safe to leave again. Meanwhile, the Iwi are in a similar predicament and Phosphera swoops in to defend the barrier against the invading Shinomuras.
In response to all of this, Monarch sends militaristic HEAVs to neutralize the Shinomuras and has Trapper (or some other character) tasked to pilot Titan Hunter to pursue the main Shinomura on the surface and kill it. Kashiwazaki is evacuated before Shinomura arrives on the scene. Shinomura begins to attack the Kashiwazaki nuclear plant when Godzilla and Mothra arrive to fight it once again. As this is happening, the other colonies arrive to other regions of the world, gaining more strength and attacking other major cities. Godzilla notices this and is conflicted on how to deal with the threats as he is fighting, but Jet Jaguar arrives in Kashiwazaki to fight Shinomura. Godzilla charges up to attack Titan Hunter, thinking he is a threat to him just like the Super X, but Trapper notices this and bows to Godzilla before he can attack. Godzilla accepts this surrender, but quickly shifts his attention back to the Shinomura. Eventually, Titan Hunter, Godzilla, and Mothra defeat the Shinomura, but soon after, several Shinomura supercolonies that supercharged themselves on Hollow Earth energy have reemerged on the surface world to the point where there is at least one attacking each continent of the world. The largest and most powerful colony is in the Yucca Mountain Nuclear West Repository in Nevada. Godzilla is forced to send his alpha call and awaken all of the surface Titans to attack the Shinomuras, so battles begin breaking out across the world. But Godzilla realizes it is not enough and ventures into the Hollow Earth to get more help. Mothra and the Titan Hunter stay behind to hold the line while Godzilla is away and Mothra moves on to Nevada to tackle the Shinomura there, and the Titan Hunter follows her.
Most of the Titans appear to be holding their ground for the most part, but not outright winning either. However, they start to have more problems as some Titans take advantage of the chaos to pursue ulterior motives. Amhuluk wants to fight to claim his desired territory in the Amazon again and travels to the Amazon to fight Behemoth over it and causing a three-way fight between them and the Shinomura colony attacking the region. Meanwhile, in the Hollow Earth, Camazotz reemerges and sends his minions out to devour everything in their path, including the smaller Shinomuras. So Amhuluk and Camazotz become the main antagonists during the second half. Some of the hell swarm attacks the ape lair, and Kong leaves to confront them before they break through. He is able to kill a large number of them, but there are too many for him to handle, forcing him to retreat back into the lair. Several escape into the lair, which Kong is able to kill. When he reunites with his people, he gets more flashbacks of his memories of both Camazotz and Skar King. The attack of the hell swarm reminds him of the invasion Skar King launched against the Hollow Earth and surface world a few years back.
Godzilla travels through oceanic Hollow Earth portals and passes through various ruins of extinct Hollow Earth civilizations along the way. He detects Amhuluk's movements and realizes what he is doing. Godzilla gets really mad, but reluctantly continues on his current path as going back to confront Amhuluk would take up too much time and energy. He makes it into the Hollow Earth and heads over to the ape lair and finishes off the rest of the hell swarm that was still attacking the lair. Afterwards, he charges up his breath and blasts the entrance open again, startling all of the apes. Kong grabs his axe and gets in a defensive position, but after hearing a roar realizes it is Godzilla. He calmly walks into the ape lair, but the other great apes become angry and leave the bunker to mob, surround and harass Godzilla. Godzilla does his best not to escalate tensions, but snaps his jaws, hisses, and sometimes pushes the apes away. Kong roars at the apes and directs them to move away from him. The apes follow his orders and Kong approaches Godzilla. He realizes that he has called on him for help against the Shinomuras. Kong decides to go with Godzilla but does not want to bring Shimo or any of the apes with him. The apes beg for him not to go, and even Shimo seems to cry out for Kong to stay, but he rejects allowing any of his people to put themselves in danger, and he puts Boots in charge while he is away. He says one final goodbye to Suko and leaves with Godzilla.
They have to fight off many smaller Shinomuras while travelling to the surface world while heading for Nevada. Meanwhile, Mothra and the Titan Hunter are already there fighting with the super Shinomura colony. The fight is rather even, but Trapper feels like the fight is going to quicky turn against their favor if they do not get backup soon. Some drones and fighter jets arrive to strike the Shinomura. Eventually, Godzilla and Kong arrive to fight the Shinomura, but Kong notices the Titan Hunter, and has a vision of Skar King, seeing both the Titan Hunter and Skar King as the embodiment of cruelty, destruction, and conquest. Kong attacks the Titan Hunter out of anger, forcing Godzilla to be the one to shove Kong away and break it up. Kong takes a closer look at the Titan Hunter and realizes that it is not the same pilot as the one that hunted Hollow Earth fauna. The Titan Hunter bows to Kong to show he is on the same side and they resume fighting the Shinomura. So, a large portion of the movie would be showing scenes of the Titans fighting the Shinomuras at random intervals, giving a glimpse of what is going on in all of the areas where fights are happening.
Shifting back to Godzilla and Kong's fight, things begin to look grim as more Shinomuras arrive from the Hollow Earth and combine with the supercolony, and Godzilla, Kong, Mothra, and the Titan Hunter begin to struggle against it. Godzilla is still capable of holding some of his ground, while Kong and Mothra are forced to step back as close-range combat is no longer viable. The Titan Hunter gets beaten up really bad and seems to be done for until an ice blast hits the Shinomura. It is Boots, who is riding Shimo, and has gathered the strongest and physically capable apes to help their leader (A fairly large number of fit apes were left behind to care for the elderly and the children). Kong does not know whether to feel happy that his people have his back or mad that they disobeyed his orders but regroups with them regardless and regain their edge against the Shinomura. Then we see more scenes of the other fights going on around the world before Kong's army, Shimo, Godzilla, Mothra, and the Titan Hunter defeat the super Shinomura. While the organic Titans return to the Hollow Earth to finish off the Shinomuras still running around in there, the Titan Hunter lags behind from all of the damage it has sustained, but the pilot persists with helping the Titans.
Back in the Hollow Earth, Godzilla, Mothra, Kong's army, and Shimo run through the Hollow Earth, assisting the local fauna in fighting off the Shinomuras. The Titan Hunter tries its best to follow them and fight off the Shinomuras, but they eventually overwhelm them, forcing the pilot to eject himself. Luckily, a HEAV is nearby and is able to rescue him. Then, a good chunk of the plot would then focus on shifting back between the Hollow Earth fight and the rest of the fights happening on the surface. Kong directs a portion of his army to join Phosphera in defending the Iwi city, which is now under attack by both Shinomuras and Camazotz's minions. Phosphera is close to dying (and eventually does), but the apes are able to kill most of the enemies while the rest retreat. Godzilla and Kong split up, with Kong pursuing Camazotz and Godzilla returning to the surface to confront Amhuluk. Kong leaves Boots in charge of his army and takes a few other trusted friends of his to confront Camazotz, but Shimo follows them, wanting to accompany them. Kong gets more flashbacks of Skar King when he used Shimo to try to execute him, and Kong was unwilling to let Shimo go with them since he did not want to use her for fighting his enemies. Shimo persists and eventually Kong reluctantly lets her join them.
Back on the surface world, Behemoth is not faring well against Amhuluk. The Shinomura colonies in the eastern hemisphere begin to lose the fight and as some of them are killed, the victor Titans travel to regions of the world where they still persist. In South America, however, the Shinomura colonies are still giving the defending Titans a hard time. Behemoth and Amhuluk killed the Shinomura colony, but to Behemoth's dismay, Amhuluk absorbs the remains of the Shinomura colony. It is close to killing Behemoth until Rodan shows up to fight Amhuluk. Rodan quickly gets the upper hand over Amhuluk with his airborne abilities and greater agility. But Amhuluk is not affected that much by Rodan's fiery attacks, as he reinforced his body with fire resistant plants like redwoods. The tables turn on Rodan until Godzilla emerges to fight Amhuluk. So Rodan and Godzilla tag team Amhuluk while Behemoth tries to get the strength to get back up.
Meanwhile, back in the Hollow Earth, Kong, his few trustees, and Shimo are looking for Camazotz and travel through a dark, stormy stretch of rough, mountainous terrain. They find Camazotz in a plateau surrounded by a supercell. They see that Camazotz's minions are feeding him, and he is gaining strength from the radiation that his minions got from hunting Shinomuras. So, Kong, his trustees, and Shimo fight the hell swarm and Camazotz. At this point, the Shinomuras are losing out on the fight with a few large colonies remaining, and Amhuluk and Camazotz become the main threats now. The plot then moves on to showcase some of the final remaining fights between defending Titans and the last Shinomura colonies and see the fights end with the Shinomuras killed. So, the main focus turns to Godzilla's fight, Kong's fight, the fight at the Iwi city barrier, and Boots' crusade to kill the last Shinomuras, which is coming to an end. The fight between Kong and his allies and Camazotz eventually breaks through onto the surface in Canada. Camazotz creates a supercell storm and begins getting an upper hand against Kong and his allies with his new power up. Back in Brazil, Godzilla eventually kills Amhuluk and Rodan and Godzilla both head to Canada. Behemoth gets the strength to get back up.
Back in Canada, Kong and the apes come up with a new strategy to cover their ears with dirt as protection against Camazotz's sonic screams. Kong then tries to do the same with Shimo, but when he does, Shimo does not like the sensation and pushes Kong away. He does not bother trying again and tries to kill all of the minions which are biting him and the apes and causing too much blood loss. Shimo does not fare well against Camazotz despite her size as his cyclone and sonic scream overwhelm her ice breath. Eventually, Mothra emerges to fight him after dealing with the last of the Shinomuras and blasts him with her god rays. Highly stunned and weakened, Kong grabs ahold of Camazotz and notices Rodan approaching to help. He throws him at Rodan's direction, who grabs him with his talons and starts burning him. He holds him in place for Mothra to shoot Camazotz with her webbing. Then Rodan drops Camazotz and Kong finishes him off.
Godzilla arrives onto the scene not long after and shoots his atomic breath to eliminate Camazotz's storm. With all of the hostile Titans dead, Godzilla almost sends the Titans back to sleep, but Mothra approaches him and begins to communicate. The plot then ends with Godzilla returning to Madagascar to take a rest at the coast and watch life as it happens on the island. Kong returns to his people in victory, and they are finally able to leave their lair safely. And Mothra takes over Godzilla's role of balancer, allowing Godzilla to take his well-deserved vacation. This idea of a plotline would mean the movie would be 2 hr 30 min or even 3 hrs so we get the most fighting sequences out of it. I know I glossed over a lot of the human aspects and that I left a lot of the specifics of how a lot of the fights between most of the unseen KOTM Titans would look like, so let me know what your thoughts on this are.

I’m not anti gun. I legally have a licensed firearm. Now that’s out of the way my sister, and her husband weren’t/aren’t, they own multiple firearms, and are Colorado residents.
In a mere few months my sister went from a happy wife, loving mother of two, with a phd in psychology working with special needs children - to insane.
She has gone from being sweet natured the first 35 years on this planet to so manic and delusional and full of rage the only thing I can compare it to is how actors in movies behave when they are possessed by a demon, and the priest is trying to pull it out. Not hyperbolic.
What’s very bad here is she’s convinced her husband wants to kill her. All guns were removed from their home weeks back. Things have continued to escalate - my brother in law, and nieces are living with my parents who moved to Colorado to be near the grandkids.
She’s so manic/paranoid/delusional she did $12,300 in damages to their home. Not factored into that insurance estimate, she threw away everything wardrobe wise tied to her daughters from bows to shoes - she was meticulous. Put it all in the trash, and poured gasoline over everything. Thankfully, whatever reason she didn’t light it - probably, lack of lighter. Then took off in a car with no wallet or ID. Her car was found abandoned in New Mexico with the keys in the ignition. She was picked up by the police 48 hrs later on some random highway, and a seven day psy hold was done.
She is now out.
You all have ZERO idea how hard it is to force psychiatric care - we even found an ad she typed for Craigslist (but didn’t post) looking for a hitman. Police said because it wasn’t posted with a monetary amount it’s not enough of a sign of “grave risk of violence”.
I’ll skip the other insane things she’s done.
She is a threat to others - that’s reality.
She has no psychiatric record in Colorado as the 1001 things she’s done aren’t enough for forced evaluation - you must have solid proof someone is “grave threat of suicide or homicide”.
In Ohio it is very easy to get a gun via private buyer. Out there, Colorado, it’s private sellers have to start background checking in 2025 correct? Currently, private sales can/do take place. Regardless, everything is vague on psychiatric history… a judge has to rule an individual unable to purchase a gun?
My sister is beautiful, poised (well was), and can appear sane long enough to buy a gun. Odds are if this occurs, and she’d have to have cash hidden somewhere she hasn’t used - she will end up in prison for attempted murder or murder.
I sound hyperbolic. Again, I’m not.
Her husband is consumed with emergency full custody/restraining order that states she can’t be anywhere near her daughters.
My 75 year old father asked me to look up Colorado gun laws, but you just had all this stuff hit the floor for a vote. The law doesn’t mean it’s followed. I can’t find what Colorado considers mental health illegibility - and this entire thing is upsetting to even be doing.
Turns out bi polar can develop at any age and turn a loved one into an unrecognizable monster. Pretend this is your sister, and like you she’s in Colorado. How easy will it be for her to get a firearm? Cash. As easy as Ohio?
Appreciate your time.
Also, she does have a conceal carry permit.

Hi everybody! Tricky topic here. I will try to cut a long story short: I have a friend that I have known for almost 10 years, we lost contact as we moved around abroad quite often, but reconnected last year right before I got engaged as we now live permanently in the same city.
I cannot say if she’s genuine or not, and I sometimes fear her judgment, including that she might gossip behind my back with people that don’t like me. In the end, after many doubts and much deliberation, I decided to invite her to my wedding this summer, and she rsvpd that she’s coming. Needless to say, I never feel relaxed with her around and I fear she could act entitled at our wedding or b**ch about it afterwards with others. She’s 36 and (unhappily) single, so I get her frustration in life and I try to be compassionate and understanding not to lose her friendship.
However, today she did something very bad to me, and I don’t feel like I want her around at my wedding anymore. Everybody warned me that inviting her was wrong, I wanted to see the good in her, but after today I simply cannot.
So, the tricky question is: how do you withdraw a wedding invitation to someone that received it and already rsvpd that they will come? Is it possible to do it in a polite way? It sounds awful to me, I would like to avoid doing something so impolite, but I need to protect my peace and my positive energy on my wedding day. And this means not seeing her there.
Thank you for any advice!
Edit: some typos

Hi everyone, as the title suggests i ad an argument with my bf and it was pretty bad. It started out when he came to me after work (he works very late and we barely spend time together) and that day something happened to me and he said “i’ll come over after work and i’ll bring goodies” so i assumed he was coming to offer me support. when he arrives there’s not parking in my street so we just sat in his car and i talked about how i’d been feeling insecure lately and whatever. He left and i thought he left a little weird so on his way home i called him and he explained that “he just didn’t expect to get out of work to have a vent with me.”
idk how it escalated but it turned into an argument. I told him i thought he was coming for support and things escalated from there. At some point he brought up something that really hurt me. Context, we’ve been together for three years and we barely have sex. I have a high sex drive and sometimes that affects me. It affects me to only have sex like once or twice a month. We were starting to be sexual almost everyday and i was excited to finally be able to express my desire and stuff. he never indicated to me that he was uncomfortable he always followed along with my sexting and stuff. but in the argument he said “I think you’re hypersexual. and that really turns me off. your insistence, your lack of recognizing my situation and emotions really puts me off to even have sex a lot of the time” Ouch.
He kept saying like i treated him like a sexual object and that he felt like “he was 13 again back in those discords”. He was groomed at 13. So thats kinda crazy he basically compared me to PREDATORS.
So i was so hurt. I felt like all the progress i’d made of feeling comfortable during sex, of accepting myself had gone all away. He also told me it pissed him off i don’t have a job (he always tells me he doesn’t care and my parents said i didn’t have to work rn bc im studying). I started working at the place he did, i was a hostess. they gave me 0 training it was horrible strangers treated me horrible and the time i cried everyone, including him, told me to suck it up or else i’m leaving. idk what that leaving meant but still it hurt. They basically fired me (not rlly they said they’d put me on hold) when i asked if i could maybe be on hold until brunch hours or whenever they needed because i was failing my classes. I went to get another job but as i was abt to finish the process my mom kept insisting that i didn’t need it so i trusted her and i’m not working.
After he said that he said “Try working 9 hour shifts a day, get straight A’s and maintain your family then we can talk” “When you wake up everyday and work hard even when you have a mental disorder, then we can talk” He said that to me which is crazy bc he knows currently i al suffering from a depressive episode and i relapsed in my ED so idk i think maybe i am familiarized with mental disorders. and ik its hard. but why is he one upping me? it just sounds like he thinks he’s better than me.
Then i told him to be straight and tell me if he resented me and he kept denying it until he broke and said “OKAY FINE YES I RESENT YOU. I RESENT YOU FOR NOT EATING ALL YOUR FOOD (reminder that i have en ED so sometimes its hard to) I RESENT YOU FOR GETTING YOU A JOB WND YOU COULDN’T STICK TO IT.” he said a lot of things not just this. Again it hurt me because in my head these things aren’t bad. i’m not doing anything wrong. (idk maybe i am call me out if i am pls)
So at this point i feel disgusting because of the sex thing, horrible because it feels like i don’t work or try hard enough and it feels like he genuinely just hates who i am.
he fell asleep mid text conversation so i couldn’t rlly sleep. i stayed up the whole night sobbing because i didn’t know why i was such a bad person and how i was going to fix it. The whole argument was him basically yelling at me through text and me saying sorry. I woke up asking myself why i kept saying sorry when i didn’t do anything wrong. We woke up ge came over got me a milkshake and apologized for everything he said. He said he fucked up and that he’s sorry. This isn’t the first time we have an argument and he snaps at me and says really hurtful things. The last time we had a big argument he snapped and yelled at me saying “YOU’RE THE PROBLEM. THEN YOU ASK YOURSELF WHY YOUR FRIENDS IN HIGH SCHOOL GHOSTED YOU AND WHY YOU DON’T FIT IN” (context: i’m convinced i am on the spectrum (not diagnosed bc my mom didn’t wanna admit that her daughter had autism) and i struggle a lot to fit in. i am always the weird girl and that took a toll on me) for him to say that. for HIM the person who loves me and is meant to accept me. that hurt. he promised this would never happen again and i called him out for it. this is like the third time he snaps at me and then regrets it. He apologized and said he would never do that again. I said okay and we basically made up.
But i can’t forget this. I can’t forget the way he said those things and what he said. I can’t trust him. i do not trust what comes out of his mouth. one day he supports me the next thats the reason he resents me. and i told him that. but idk what to do. idk how to move on and forget this.
TLDR: bf and i had a big argument, he said some really hurtful things that hit close to him (insecurities and circumstances) now idk how to trust him completely again. how do i move on and forget this?

Hi everyone, haven’t been on here in a little while because I guess I have reached a different stage in my healing journey from my BPD ex who lied to me, gaslit me, and cheated on me.
Something came to my mind last night that I had clearly been repressing: my ex’s alcohol abuse. Specifically, there were at least 3 instances in which she went out to drink with friends and came home completely unresponsive. She would sit on the bathroom floor and would be so drunk that she couldn’t speak and wouldn’t respond to my cues. I would be alone with her and it would be like 3am so none of my roommates, friends, or family would be awake. I had never seen this level of intoxication before and it scared me shitless. Her eyes were completely dead and unresponsive just staring blankly and dissociated. My instinct would be to call 911 because I was genuinely scared she was going to die. But I knew she would be furious with me if I did that (which isn’t an excuse and sounds insane looking back, this is definitely very connected to my trauma from my mother) so I never did.
I would be so upset afterward and we would kind of talk about it the next day, but not really. She would minimize it as if she had merely gotten a little messy, when in reality she was on the brink of alcohol poisoning. We were in this cycle of her minimizing her faults and me acquiescing and so that’s what I did.
Because she did things to me that were more glaringly “bad” and that caused the breakup, I hadn’t even thought about these instances with alcohol until now. And it’s insane to think about because it was so normalized in our relationship and would be grounds for a breakup/intervention/etc. in any “normal” relationship.
I can’t believe she put me in that position multiple times and minimized my fear. It’s mind boggling. Has anyone else experienced this?

I love it. I’m craving mozz-stuffed squash blossoms, but it’s not the season. I just found out about kkaenip jeon (itty-bitty egg-battered green meat tacos), and with a little tweaking I think I can get a year-round squash blossom substitute. And possibly the mash-up could go the other way… meat-stuffed blossom jeon?
What are your favorite uses? I know you can kimchi it. I know it’s perfect for grabbing a just-so bite of KBBQ. I didn’t know it’s in the mint family and will take over everything! Year-round supply?
Check out Maangchi for kkaenip jeon, though I saw another recipe that uses Italian sausage.
My go-to for squash blossoms is to pull out the stamen, shake off any bees, rinse, stuff with mozzarella, dip in a thin batter of cornstarch and soda water, then salt pepper and nutmeg.
I’m going to get some seeds from H-Mart and let it overtake my garden. What else can it do?

I tend to make really long posts… (sorry) so I will try to make this short and sweet! I gave birth to a baby boy on May 5th, he is our 3rd child. His name is Eden.
My children are Rome Richard (m), Jade Vivienne (f) and Eden ___ (m)
They all have a 3 syllable surname, and I find myself gravitating to shorter, 1-2 syllable middle names for Eden.
Our top contenders are:
Eden Jude - I love Jude, I think it is timeless! But fear that it’s too similar to my daughter’s name (Jade). It’s also my husband’s least favourite, sadly.
Eden Nash - I think it looks and sounds cool but wonder if it is a bit trendy? Thoughts??
Eden Earle - this is my husband’s middle name, and he believes middle names have to mean something. His Father and Grandfather also have that middle name. I honestly don’t hate it, but the spelling seems weird to me? We aren’t interested in altering the spelling to Earl either, I feel like it defeats the purpose of passing down the name.
For what it’s worth, I’d say our son’s names were mutual decisions, but I named our daughter, so I feel guilty.. like I owe it to my husband to let him pick the middle name…
Anyway, we’re open to suggestions!!! :)

So once upon a time, there was a live session on TikTok. Pedro caught my comment in the midst of the buffering thread and I freaked.
So I wrote a song about it…
I wrote it about a year ago. Since, the puppy has been on HBO again and hosted SNL. WOAH.
Anyway. There’s a link to my TikTok music video but lmk if you want my SoundCloud without the video 😅
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLq32J8h/

disturbing content i guess he was beautiful, he had a charm i couldn’t shake
he was so charming, that when he sa’d me (more than once) i convinced myself he was incapable and made a mistake, me loved me and wouldn’t hurt me
so charming that i convinced myself he didn’t mean to coerce me into having sex way before i planned to
so charming that i nearly lost my best friend, because he hated him and i was afraid of upsetting him now that he’d taken my virginity
he was so charming that when i had to beg him not to message people, including my ex i was convinced maybe his hearts in the right place, bad execution
he was so charming that when he forced me into positions i hated i still complied
so charming that i lost myself, i was petrified to talk to anyone, i was nothing but a bank and human fleshlight, who am i? i couldn’t tell you anymore i was just desperate for love from such a calloused heart.
when he said horrible things, because i hadn’t let him see my phone i had to dig a box cutter into my thigh and wait it out, 3am i get the sweet relief of an apology
the next day i go over to his house, i hug him as my heart pounded because i hadn’t seen him for the vessel of a person he truly is. i wanted to talk it out, he wanted to fuck it out i guess
the last condom, the ones i bought because i bought everything in that relationship. “you’re so beautiful, so thin, so pretty, so hot” those words matched with that smile i adored so much haunt me, and the way his hands grazed me,
the first person to make names like “baby” sound comforting and not icky
i remember my heart pounding out of anxiety but his presence made it go away and now what? he found me as a girl who just loved getting drunk to fill the void and now i get drunk to forget about the way he ravaged my body with his deceitful caress,
sometimes i consider s*cide which even shocks me, im not usually the type
but the fact i did everything right, gave him my patience, love, body, soul, money, care makes me wish i went out of line at some rate to deserve this
no, he decided i was uninteresting so uninteresting yet he didn’t mind fucking me 18 times as i pleased every single desire every single thing i did for him.
and now some chick is at his house, probably cuddling him like i did and he’s telling her how wonderful she is
i yearn for him to be beat bloody, yet i know some foolish part of me would rush to his rescue. he could apologise and id forgive him i cant resist him
obviously he’s not what i want, he’s pure evil
sometimes i want to be sa’d by him just one last time.
he blocked me on everything,
why do i love him? this is practically a death sentence
how will i believe someone loves me after this
perhaps it’s not in the cards for me, im not made to be loved by someone i’m ruined
if i die, i want that parasitic man to end me, end me once more. i’m 16, living the “teenage dream” hahahahaha i thought id never get sa’d how did i let this happen, let alone by a boyfriend
i’m waiting for the next person to ruin me, i don’t care anymore.
i find myself yearning for his abuse once more, it’s twisted, i’ve lost myself and i’m sorry everyone.
i’m sorry

So I used to use the sell glitch to get a ton of money to make my gas station thrive really quickly, but it got patched, and i’m curious. what’s the best method to use to conserve and gain a lot a money? In any video game that has a currency I always want to spend it but then it usually bites me REALLY hard in the ass later on and the case is the same for Gas Station Simulator.

In our guest room, we have a mattress that’s almost like a futon — I think it’s basically made of wool, with no springs or foam. It’s very firm. I used to sleep on it when I was pregnant, because it provided great support. But most people think it’s too firm, and (now that I’m a little older) I think so too.
Meanwhile I have been in decision paralysis about a new mattress for my own room. I think I’d like to try a natural latex mattress, but it sounds like latex is a very specific feel, and I’d like to be able to test it out.
I was thinking of possibly ordering a latex topper for the guest room bed, with the idea that this would [1] let us test out whether we like sleeping on latex, and [2] make the very-firm guest bed more cushiony for guests. I thought then I could make a more informed decision about what kind of mattress to buy for my own room.
Is that a dumb idea? Or if it’s a reasonable idea, does anyone have any suggestions for how thick of a topper to try? I am about 110 lbs, but my partner is 6’4” and maybe 220 lbs. I’m a side and back sleeper, and he’s a side sleeper. (Our most frequent overnight guests who might use the guest room are anywhere in between.)
Thank you for any feedback or suggestions

Initial Contact: Description, First Impressions
I was outside, grinding corn, grinding it with the mano, over and over. I couldn't hear the screams of Chimalli, my older brother. He was sprinting, so fast, he tripped over the metate and spilled the corn. “Watch it, you fool!” I shouted, worried that I may get beaten. Nantli didn’t like food waste, and she wouldn’t care that it was foolish Chimalli’s fault. He was gasped for air, his hands on his knees. “Acalan… and I…were hunting…” He stopped and took a deep breath. “We were by the water when we saw this fish, a fish of great size. It wasn’t in the water, it was on top of it! It was brown, and atop it was 10 feet monsters with light skin!” I barked a laugh. “You’d better stop lying, Chimalli.” I decided to put the already ground corn back on the metate and take off the grass left in it. “I swear on the gods I'm not lying! I swear on Huitzilopochtli! Quetzalcoatl! All of them, I swear!”
I rolled my eyes, put the mano on the matate, and got up. “Show me what you’re talking about, fool.” Chimalli grabbed my hand tight and started running as fast as he could. I was whispering prayers to Patecatl, scared that what Chimalli was saying was true. We met up with Acalan and hid behind a bush near the lake. We could see the white-skinned people, and they were covered with weird clothing. They spoke loudly, in a peculiar way. They waved their hands around like birds and marched fiercely like jaguars. My heart was beating so loud, I was scared that Acalan and Chimalli would hear it. “They look so weird,” I whispered. The marched along, with their weird looking animals, amd were headed towards our causeway! Chimalli, Acalan and I exchanged a worried glance. Slowly and carefully, we all left our bush and headed back to the calpolli.
I went inside and saw Nantli sitting down, weaving. When she saw me, her face twisted in rage. “You dare spill the corn, leave the metate and mano unattended, and leave with the boys!? What were you even doing?” I shifted on my feet. Nantli was scary, but hse was understanding. Sometimes. “There are monsters on our land! They have big animals, a big brown fish that can swim ontop of water, and pale skin! The don’t speak Nahuatl, too!” i blurted out everything i saw, even if it didnt make sense. Chimalli was beside me, nodding his head so vigorously that it looked like it was about to fall off. Nantli got even more angry and said, “If you don’t stop lying this instant, i will call your Tahtli!” Chimalli and i both said in unison: NO!
“I swear on Huitzilopochtli! Tepeyollotl too! I even swear on Xolotl!” Chimalli cried as we were bothe getting pulled by the ear by Nantli. We were pulled outside, when we saw Tahtli. His face looked like he’d seen death. “Your foolish, lying children came to me talking nonsense about monsters with pale skin!” Nantli said, but Tahtli wasn’t fased. Tahtli was calmer then Nantli, and he was more wise. That was probably because he was a priest. However he was severe in punsiments. Nantli was all bark and no bite. Tahtli was bite, no bark, and when he did bite, it would last forever. He shook his head. “They're telling the truth. They are like us, but they have come from another land. Spain, they call it.” Nantli’s mouth was open so wide, I was trying my hardest not to laugh. She finally let go of me and Chimalli’s ear, her brows furrowing. “Did Moctezuma talk to them? Did you talk to them? How did they come here?” I side-stepped away from her, rubbing my ear. I exchanged a mischievous glance with Chimalli, and like a tiger, we left as fast and quietly as possible. In front of the door, Acalan was waiting for us impatiently and said, “Let’s go see them again. Maybe we’ll try to talk to them.” Chimalli raised his eyebrows. “Are you nuts!?” He exclaimed. I didn’t think it was a bad idea. Maybe we could understand their intentions. We never got to do that though. We never got to do anything.
Amoxtli
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Spanish Conquest of the Aztecs
They kidnapped our ruler. The scary, stupid, dumb-looking monsters took our ruler. Foolish Chimalli brought it upon himself to save him. Nothing reasonable ever comes out of that stupid brain of his. He got killed doing it. Atleast he was brave. Braver than me, thats for sure. They have loud, long black tubes that shoot out fire. That killed him. Nantli hasn’t been the same, she doesn’t let me go to school anymore. Tahtli has fallen sick. Why is this happening? Is this a sign? Oh why, oh why? Oh gods, why?
I woke up, the rays of sunlight shining directly into my eyes. I got up, and to my right, was Acalan. He had decided to stay with us since all members of his calpolli had died unfateful deaths. His Nantli got sick, and his Tahtli and all of his other relatives died in the battle with the monsters. Whenever I start to pity myself, I remember Acalan. He’s got it worse. “Good morning,” I said. Acalan nodded, not uttering a word. He was looking outside, and his eyes had this aloof look to them. “Where’s Nantli?” I said, looking around the room. He mumbled something, but I couldn’t hear it. I sensed that he obviously wasn’t okay, so i scooched beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. “It's okay, just try not to think too much about it. I know how you feel, the gods will help us out.” I said softly. He shrugged my hand off his shoulder, and moved away from me. He was looking hard at the ground and whispered, “How can you be so sure?”
“Huh?”
“I said,” He looked at me square in the eye. “How can you be so sure? That’s what everybody’s been saying, but I'm getting tired of it. Face it, Amoxtli. The gods have done nothing for us. They’re just a bunch of stupid stories to scare us. My calpolli would still be here, alive and well. Those monsters wouldn’t have come here. The gods aren’t real.”
I sat there, stunned. What was he saying? He must be mad, because this isn’t the Acalan I know. The Acalan I know was so devout, more than I was. Maybe the grief got him bad. “And no, you don't know how I feel. You will never know how I feel. You ever think about jabbing a spear into your chest? You ever thought about jumping off the mountains, and drowning yourself underwater? You ever think of that? Huh?” Acalan continued. And before I knew it, he was sobbing. Acalan, the soon-to-be soldier who had never shed a tear, the boy whose heart was made out of stone, was crying. He was saying something in between sobs, but I couldn’t understand it. His face was buried in his hands. The truth is, no, I have never thought about any of those things. I didn’t know that Acalan was this affected by it. Maybe I’m the foolish one.
A few hours later, I told Nantli about what Acalan had been saying, except the blasphemous things. That brought out a side of her that i never knew she had. Her face softened, and she nodded with understanding. She comforted Acalan, giving him words of reassurance. Nantli sent me out to get water, since Chimalli wasn’t here to do it anymore. Every passing day I miss him more and more. As i walked through the village, I heard loud, bone-rattling screams. The monsters were pushing and shoving their way into the houses, and coming out with valuables. I stood there, frozen in place watching it all happen. A tall monster stood in front of me, and all I could do was stand there, looking stupid as we both stared at each other. He scowled and grabbed my bucket, throwing it on the floor. “Hey…!” I said quietly. He kicked my bucket and continued walking. I don’t know why I didn’t do anything. I don't know why I just stood there, acting clueless.
I left the bucket and ran, far far away, near the lake. I sat down and dipped my feet in the water, trying to calm down. I saw Acalan in the distance, sauntering towards me. He finally arrived, and joined me, dipping his feet in the lake. We greeted each other, exchanging awkward small talk and sat in silence. “Maybe this is how the world will end.” He said suddenly. I nodded. If that's the case, then I wish it would've waited sooner. I had so much to do, and so much to see, I wanted to be a doctor, and raise warriors. If the world really is ending, I would just be a foolish, scared girl with no importance. Chimalli never got a chance to be the warrior he’s always dreamed of. “If the world is ending, then it's a shame that you won’t be a warrior.” I sighed. “I don't want to be a warrior.” He said sharply. “Isn't that what you always wanted? To be a warrior?” He shook his head vigorously. I furrowed my brows. “Then what do you want to be?”
“Nothing.” He said. Nothing? How could someone not want to be anything? I decided to let it be, and we sat in silence once again.
-Amoxtli
Outcome of the conquest on Aztec Society:
I'm starting to realize that what Acalan said two years ago was true. The gods did nothing. Tahtli passed, and Nantli is sick, she's in horrible condition. I caught Acalan trying to hurt himself twice. He’s been in bad condition as well, even to the point where he hallucinates about his Nantli and his Tahtli and his Achcāuhtli. It's really bad for him. If the gods really cared, they’d put a stop to this madness. If they really cared, we’d be flourishing, and winning against those damned Spaniards. I'm starting to get sick too. At this point, if you don't die in war, you die of sickness, if you don't die of that, you die of starvation. I’ve learned some Spanish, and I'm thinking of converting to whatever their religion is. A few priests came to the village, rambling on and on about their religion. I understood a few words, but not much though.
“You’re so naive, you know that?” Acalan said when I told him about the new religion. I rolled my eyes. “You could give this a chance. Maybe their god will help us.” He shook his head. “Never. If Huitzilopochtli, all-powerful, god of war, can't even help us,” He said in a mocking tone, “Then how will another help us? It's all the same.” I shrugged. “It's worth a shot.” Just then, I heard Nantli cough a hoarse, horrible cough. I jumped up and quickly went to her. I gave her a cup of water and some piptzahuac. After a long coughing fit, she finally caught her breath and said, “I heard what you and Ancalan were saying. He is a bad influence.” My heart felt like it would leap right out of my mouth. Despite this, I kept my calm and tried not to show any emotion. “What?” I said, trying to act clueless. Looking back, it was a stupid thing to do since Nantli already heard everything.
tbc

I’d like some advice. I live on a 30 acre farm, I have two long time dogs, a 4 year old male (fixed) shih tzu mix that is a rescue and an 9 year old male English lab (fixed) from a breeder. We bought the farm with a family that had no dogs. While here they adopted a 12 month old female English Mastiff (in August they will be spayed) The Lab and the Mastiff are fantastic together except for a little rough playing. They both tend to play bite each other on the back of the neck/cheek but stop quickly when we stop them and they so all kinds of affection for each other. Honestly I love the mastiff even it’s the other families pet.
However the Shih tzu is a little asshole (my wife’s dog), he has come so far but he fairly often will nip at the checks of both dogs though rarely with the lab. It was a rough integration with those two but Zeke our Lab is an amazingly great dog and just ignores the other. The Mastiff for the most part is following the Lab in training. My concern is what will happen once the Mastiff reaches adulthood. I’m not familiar with Mastiff’s as I’ve always had hunting breeds (Labs, Beagles, GWP’s, for over 30 years with those breeds). This is rarely resource guarding, mostly it’s about attention. Our plan is to only introduce them on walks outside the house and to work with positive reinforcement to ignore each other. To be clear the Shih Tzu is 18 lbs and the Mastiff is 130 lbs. If the Mastiff has had enough that’s the end of the little asshole. I want to avoid that at all costs but it will be very difficult to rehome either dog. Both are crate trained and feed separate. Both get walks and attention daily. I’m very experienced in dog training for hunting but both are unfamiliar breeds to me. The Shih Tzu rushes to nips when it happens, the Mastiff keeps her distance when told to, she is a pretty great dog so far.
I’d like to correct the Shih Tzu’s behavior, especially because we are interested in a livestock guardian dog to guard our chickens and sheep.

My husband has enrolled our 11 month old labradoodle in a two week board and train program to address some behavioral issues. He bites at us constantly (mostly playfully but has snapped at us a few times), bullies our other dog relentlessly even though she is three years older, and reacts poorly toward other dogs in the neighborhood. We trained our older dog successfully when she was a pup but our new addition has been extremely defiant. We tried private, in-home sessions with a trainer but that didn’t make any difference. So now my husband is turning him over to a professional for two weeks where he will have constant attention and training alongside three to four other dogs.
Just curious to hear other people’s opinions who may have done something similar. Did it work for your dog? What was it like when they first came home? Did they regress after coming home?
Thanks in advance!

Hey guys!
So, I’ve been on Adderall for about 3 years now. My dosage has stayed pretty much totally consistent, and it’s done wonders for me. Whenever the shortage occurred, I wound up switching from major pharmaceutical retailers to a local boutique pharmacy who has yet to be unable to fill my prescription. Overall, it’s been a very smooth process.
A couple of appointments ago, my doctor (psychiatrist) told me he’d switched from paper prescriptions to computer-transferred prescriptions. Before the switch, he’d hand me three paper prescriptions, all of which had specific “fill at this date” instructions. I always would bring it in on that day or later. The first time we did it without the paper prescriptions, he texted me the three refill dates before leaving his office. Again, no issues.
This time, though, he didn’t send me the refill dates, and I didn’t think about it at all until now! This might sound stupid, but will I get in trouble/flagged if I reach out to either him or my pharmacy to clarify which day I need to run in and grab it? I think I’m just afraid of coming off as displaying “addict” or “seeking” behaviors.
What do you guys think?

Hey all! So real quick - my school wants us to write a sentence about why we want to be a nurse for our white coat ceremony. We’re going to walk the stage to get our coats and we each have a slide with our reason for becoming a nurse that’s going to be on a huge screen in front of a big crowd.
I just wanted some fellow students to read over my sentence real quick to make sure I don’t sound like an idiot before I submit it😭. I don’t have any friends at my nursing school so I have no one else to ask
Here’s what I’ve come up with:
I chose nursing because I want to provide safe, equitable healthcare to underserved populations across the country and around the world.
Does this sound stupid?? Is there like a better way to word it or does it sound okay? I’m a bit of an anxious person so sorry if this sounds dumb or like an overreaction!!

I recently stayed at a fairly pricey airbnb. First night, we tried boiling hot water with the gas stove, we noticed the switch wasn’t working properly, so we turned it off, or so we thought.
We immediately started smelling gas, and it quickly spread through the airbnb. The stove was “off” but even after trying to air out the unit, the gas smell was very overwhelming. We realized it was still on, even though nothing indicated it was, but the smell. A few people said they can hear the hissing sound coming from it, but I couldn’t.
This was around midnight, and we tried calling the host many times, but no answer. We spent about 30 minutes figuring out what to do. It wasn’t until our neighbour came home, where she helped us call the local emergency gas line.
It took the guy about 15 minutes to arrive while we waited outside because of the smell. It was after 1am at this point. A few of us started getting headaches.
The worker said the stove knobs were completely broken and shouldn’t have been used in the first place. He said it was probably on the whole time, or someone knocked the knob and it turned the stove on and no one knew. He used a gas detector, and it lit up. He ended up writing the landlord a red slip that said the stove experienced a gas leak, and he the switched the valve at the back off before he left.
So here’s the problem. If we didnt boil the water, we would’ve went to sleep with the stove leaking gas. We were extremely lucky we noticed the knobs weren’t working properly. The host did not answer any of our calls till the next morning, and while she said she felt really bad, she didn’t offer us anything else.
We’re trying to get the 3 nights refunded, but we’re figuring out how to go out it. Some have been saying it’s unlikely, and others said maybe they will refund 1 night, but I think what we experienced was really scary and shouldn’t have happened in the first place.
Any thoughts?

I am 26F and have Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis and diabetes runs in my family as does many other endocrine disorders.
I was diagnosed with pre diabetes at 23 and was able to reverse it then. My symptoms at that time was fruity smelling breath and pee, frequent urinarion, extreme thirst, ravenous hunger, drowsiness/lethargy
But now at 26 I think I am re-entering the prediabetes range. I have a doc appointment Friday with my PCP and at the end of the month I see my endocrinologist.
I think I am back in prediabetes range as the above symptoms have made a return, coupled with some additional ones.
My blood glucose has been spiked more lately as well, but has leveled out over the last week. I do not know my A1C tho 😔 will not know until doctor. 4 years ago it was a 6.1 I think? So barely in range.
My new symptoms (in addition to the others) are stomach pain, head and neck throbbing, a body odor (I hate to sound gross but sometimes I go to the bathroom thinking I’ve messed up on myself [I haven’t, but that’s what the smell reminds me of, it’s very musty]) despite frequent showers and impeccable hygiene, strong smelling ammonia almost like pee. Blurred vision. Nausea and light headedness.
I’m scared it’s going to be past the point of reversal come Friday.
I am 5’4” 127 pounds for reference. My stomach is also well under 40”

The world was a boozy whirl of lights and sounds. Images, broken and fragmented, came and went. Voices, laughter, screaming. The ground pitched like the deck of a tempest-tossed ship, and he felt heavy, as though the ground were pulling him to it. C’mere, Dommy. He fell, lay on the pavement, and pushed himself up again, staggering like a drunk on his way home. His head spun, his body ached, and things seemed blurry, like half-formed images glimpsed underwater.
It was the light blue hour before dawn and Dom was…somewhere. He should have recognized the stores and street signs around him, but he didn’t. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and a sense of confusion gripped him so strongly that he was beginning to panic. Where was he? What happened?
The world spun away again and the next thing he knew, he was lying in a heap of garbage bags, used needles, and rubbish. He came awake with a jerk and sat up so fast that a bolt of pain jammed into his skull. He winced and pressed his hand to his forehead. He felt hot, clammy.
Something was seriously wrong.
Somehow he got to his feet again and started walking. The sun was up now and the streets were filled with people. They all sneered in disgust as he passed, and he wrapped his arms around his chest like a baby comforting itself. He was getting cold. His muscles were sore. Tears streamed down his face and he wanted to cry.
Going on instinct alone, Dom made his way back home and climbed the steps to his apartment. Exhaustion swept over him and he sagged against the door as he dug in his pocket for the keys. They shook in his hand and he had to focus really hard to get the key into the lock.
Inside, he collapsed onto the couch and his eyelids instantly drooped. He was so weary that he couldn’t lift his head, couldn’t form a single coherent thought. Dom felt himself starting to sink, and snapped his eyes open with a start. Something in his soul told him that if he slept, he would die.
He couldn’t help it, though. He was falling, tumbling, hands reaching up from hell to grab him. His eyes fluttered closed again and the world started to go dark, his heart slamming in fear. He tried to fight, but the pull of darkness was too strong, too alluring. Why was he fighting? Why not just…give up? Hadn’t he thought of killing himself before? Didn’t he hate his life and himself? What was there to fight for? A wife? Kids? A community that loved and respected him? Shit, affordable groceries?
No.
There was nothing.
He had nothing and was nothing.
A sense of peace blossomed from the darkness, and suddenly death didn’t seem so scary. In fact, it was warm…inviting.
It was life that was cold and hateful. Not death.
Death accepted you no matter who you were. It didn’t reject you…it didn’t ignore you. If you sought it, you would find it, and if you embraced it, it would embrace you.
With that thought in mind, Dom gave up.
And died.
***
Bruce Kenner, captain of the 5th Albany precinct, sat behind his desk on the morning of June 28 and lazily leafed through a stack of files as he sipped from a mug of coffee. A roughly built man with a dark goatee and graying blonde hair, he looked more like a small town southern sheriff than a low level public works functionary. In fact, he tended to act like it too. He liked to hunt, fish, and drink beer on his off time. Albany wasn’t a big city, but it was big enough that you never got a fucking break. Run here, run there, arrest this asshole, investigate that asshole. By the time Friday rolled around, he was so ready for the peace and tranquility of a fishing trip he could taste it.
Already this Monday morning, he was looking forward to another one.
Over the weekend, three kids went missing in the Pine Hills and Washington Park area, bringing the total for that summer up to eight. All were teenagers, all were troubled. Most were boys, but two were girls.
Troubled kids run away all the time. They might be gone a few days, sulking at a friend’s house over something their father or mother did, but they’d eventually come home. None of these kids had come back yet and from what he knew, a few of them weren’t the runaway types. They were shits at school and caused problems, but they had no reason to up and leave. Hell, Bruce himself raised hell as a kid, but he always found his way back home, even if he spent the previous night dying in a field from Mad Dogg 20/20 poisoning.
One or two kids going missing…okay, it happens. Eight? Over a span of four weeks?
Yeah, something was wrong here.
But what?
There was nothing on any of these kids. No one saw them, no one knew anything - one minute they were here, the next they weren’t. What could he or anyone else do with that?. The public broke cops’ balls all the time, but if you don’t have evidence, you don’t have evidence. What do you want? Door to door searches? Roadblocks? Dogs and helicopters? Yeah, then when you actually do it, they cry fascism. Guess I’ll just use my Spidey Senses.
Bruce wished he had spidey senses. He wanted to find these kids as much as anyone, and he was starting to get pissed off that he couldn’t. He took another sip from his mug and read on. The latest kids to go missing were three boys between the ages of fourteen and eighteen.
They were all white, all thin (except for one). If there was a serial killer in town - and Bruce hoped to fuck there wasn’t - he had a type. What, black kids aren’t good enough to kill, cannibalize, and wear like a skin suit? They should charge him with a hate crime for discrimination.
That way he’d actually stay locked up.
The door opened and Vanessa Rodregiez, his deputy, came in. A tall, shapely Hispanic woman with dark eyes and a mouth poised always on the edge of a smile, she wore her black hair in a ponytail that would look stern and severe on anyone else, but on her, looked childlike. She was twenty-seven and had been on the force for three years, but you could be forgiven for thinking her much younger. “Bright and early, I see,” she said with a grin.
Bruce grumbled.
Vanessa held down the fort during the graveyard shift, acting to the night as he acted to the day. She was young and full of energy, which clashed with Bruce, who was old and just wanted to be left alone. Despite their differences, Bruce loved her like a kid sister…an annoying kid sister he wanted to throat punch sometimes.
“You missed all the fun last night,” she said and parked her butt on the edge of Bruce’s desk. He glared at her, but she ignored him.
“Good,” he said. Then: “What happened?”
“Big fight outside of Club Vlad,” she said. “It looked like a WorldStar video.”
For a moment, Bruce was lost. “Club what?”
“Club Vlad,” Vanessa said. “Where the Fuze Box used to be.”
Ah, right. The Fuze Box was an Albany landmark, a night club for punks…or goths…or someone. Certainly not for Bruce Kenner. It was small, dingy, and always had people in black waiting outside. On Friday and Saturday nights, it blasted strange music with lyrics about fighting The Man. Kids had been fighting the Man since before Bruce was even born and they hadn’t beaten him yet. Kudos to them for still trying.
Last year, The Fuze Box closed down and someone else bought it. It reopened last month and looked more or less the same: Posers, shitty music, and spiked hair. So much spiked hair. “Place is still a pain in the ass,” Bruce said.
“Yep,” Vanessa chirped. “It doesn’t know what it wants to be now. One minute they play nightcore, the next EDM. It’s all over the place.”
Bruce raised a quizzical brow.
“Not that I’ve ever been there in my free time,” Vanessa said in a tone that suggested she had,
Bruce gave a judgemental hum.
“Anyway,” Vanessa went on, “you see we have some new missing persons?”
Sighing, Bruce sat back in his chair. “Yeah. I did.”
“People are starting to ask questions,” Vanessa warned.
That brought a terse smile to Bruce’s weathered face. “Maybe they’ll solve it then.”
“Ha, fat chance,” Vanessa said. She got up and stretched. “Anyway, I’m bushed. Here’s my…” she trailed off and looked at her empty hands. “Damn, where’s my report? I just had it?” She turned in a confused circle as if she might be able to spot her report making a break for it. “Huh,” she said. She left the office and came back a moment later holding a folder. “Found it,” she grinned.
Bruce just looked at her.
“Um…here it is.”
He didn’t take it.
Her smile faltered. She carefully sat it on top of the files Bruce was looking at.
And his hands.
“I’ll just leave that right here.” She patted it for good measure.
“Thank you,” Bruce said.
“Okay. Night.”
“Goodnight,” Bruce said as she left through a shaft of morning sunlight. Alone, Bruce sat her report aside and went back to the missing kids. This case was giving him a headache and it wasn’t even nine. With a deep sigh, he slumped back in his chair and drummed his fingers on the armrests.
Was it Saturday yet?
He could really use a fishing trip.
***
Dom came awake in the cold purple twilight with a shocked gasp like a man coming up seconds before drowning. His eyes strained from his sweaty face and his mouth hung slack, twisted in a gruesome parody of The Scream. His mind was muddled, murky - he didn’t know where he was or even who he was, but he knew this,.
He couldn’t breathe.
He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, but his lungs did not fill with air. A great, unseen weight seemed to bear down on his chest, and panic gripped him. He tried to move, but his arms refused to heed his brain’s command. The weight seemed heavier, all over, crushing him like a bug. Confusion filled him and he started to pant.
Without warning, his bowels and bladder loosened, and horrible wetness filled his pants. He tried to sit up, but his body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. His chest rose and fell with the frantic labor of his breath, but his lungs remained inert. A cry of fear bubbled up inside of him, but escaped his mouth only as a breathy groan.
A bust of adrenaline shot through him and he tried to stand, but succeeded only in falling off the couch instead, landing face first against the cold tile floor. He felt his nose crunch, but the pain was muted.
Dom thought he lost consciousness after that, but wasn’t sure. His next memory was of shivering so violently that his teeth clacked together. A phantom chill - perhaps from the floor - had settled into his bones, and was colder than he had ever been in his life, colder even than the time he fell into a snowbank and got lost when he was two. Shudders racked his body, and though he tried to turn over, he was too fucking heavy. It was like every muscle in his body had turned to dead weight. Fragmented thoughts swirled in his head, faint colors in the dark, but he couldn’t put any of them together.
With great effort, he managed to push himself slightly up, but a wave of lightheadedness crashed over him and he lowered his head once more. He stopped trying and simply lay there. Shortly, his eyes began to burn and he realized that he wasn’t blinking. Jesus Christ, he wasn’t blinking.
For some strange reason, that brought a fresh bout of panic. He started to hyperventilate, but his lungs still wouldn’t work. He wasn’t blinking…he wasn’t breathing…what was happening to him?
A whimper burst from his throat and he started to cry.
He must have cried himself to sleep, because he woke sometime later to the most intense headache he’d ever had. It felt like something was eating his brain from the inside out. He was sore all over, and could feel his muscles twitching, as though a thousand living things were burrowing through his body. A cramp shot down his right leg, and the toes of his left foot curled involuntarily. Slowly, his jaw clenched closed, and the muscles in his neck began to strain…then to burn. His panic turned to terror, and Dom wiggled across the floor like a worm, his limbs screaming in red agony and his brain filling with heat. He somehow wound up on his right side, and his arms curled slowly up to his chest, crossing at the wrists like a mummy. He tried to pull them apart, but the slightest movement sent waves of excruciating pain cutting through his body. His knees began to draw up to his stomach, and his fingers clenched tightly.
Cramps and spasms attacked every muscle in his body. He screamed through his teeth and shook, resembling a man in the electric chair as 40,000 volts of justice coursed through him. The pain grew gradually, getting worse and worse as minutes ticked by like hours. Higher, higher, higher - he clenched his eyes closed and shrieked as it became unbearable. Disjointed thoughts flashed through his mind - prayers, threats, curses, Jesus fucking…FUCK.
What was happening? God, what was happening to him? Was it fentanyl? He’d seen videos of people high on fentanyl, and they leaned in weird positions. He didn’t do drugs but maybe he ingested it somehow.
His panic may have returned if all of his muscles hadn’t picked that moment to contract as one. His eyes bulged from their sockets and his jaw unclenched just enough for him to utter a high. Agonized scream that echoed through his empty apartment like thunder.
A human being can only take so much before giving out. When the pain reached a crescendo, and Dom mercifully sank into consciousness once more. The sun rose and cascaded through the apartment’s sole window, falling over his huddled form. Slowly, it tracked across the sky before setting again. As the last rays disappeared behind the horizon, Dom’s eyes opened. The pain of the night before was blessedly gone, replaced by a feeling of numbness - the cool ash after the hot fire. His thoughts were slow and thick like molasses, but he could actually think again. Nightmare memories flooded back to him, but he wasn’t sure they were real. He was lying on his side, his arms wrapped around his chest as if for warmth, and his teeth lightly chattered against the icy chill. He was so cold that he didn’t want to move, but he couldn’t stay here forever. He needed help. He needed…
A shower.
Yeah, a hot shower. That would warm him up.
Gritting his teeth, he slowly sat up, ready for a burst of pain.
But none came.
He did, however, feel heavy. Getting to his feet, he stumbled and nearly fell, catching himself against the counter. His limbs had no feeling. It’s like they weren’t even there. Head hung, Dom tried to catch his breath, but it felt like he wasn’t breathing at all. His eyelids drooped closed and he felt like he was going to fall down. Summoning all the might he could, he shuffled into the bathroom with the stiff gait of an old man. He snapped the light on, and cold, white brilliance filled the space, blinding him.
Leaning heavily against the sink, he gripped the cold porcelain. Suddenly, he was afraid of looking into the mirror. He was sure that whatever reflection he saw, it would be of something else, something monstrous.
Dom lifted his head and faced the glass.
His heart shrank.
The man in the mirror was him but different. His skin was white as milk, lacking all color whatsoever save for the ugly purple patch on the left side. IResembling a giant bruise, it started at the temple and extended down to the slope of his neck, disappearing beneath his T-shirt. He gingerly lifted the shirt, and moaned when he saw that his entire left side was discolored, the purple edged with a puffy shade of pink. His sallow skin clung tight to his ribcage, and his hip bones stuck out so much it looked painful. Back in the mirror, his cheeks were sunken, hollow, and his eyes were a hazy, dishwater gray. His skull seemed bigger, his hair longer. Dom wanted to whip his head away from the phantom before him, to never see it again, but he was transfixed.
There was no way that thing was -
Dom looked away, cutting that thought off before it could finish.
A shower.
He needed a shower.
Slowly, stiffly, Dom undressed, peeling off his shirt and his soiled pants. He dropped them in a heap on the floor and stepped under the spray. He could feel the water pounding against him, but it provided no heat. It was neither hot nor cold. It was simply there.
Dom pressed his head to the slick shower wall and stood there for a long time. He was spent, tired, and fried - he had no more emotions left to give. He got out after a little while, dried off, and put on a clean pair of shorts. He settled into bed and lay there with his hands folded over his chest and his eyes open. They felt gritty, dry. His stomach felt bloated, gassy. He was drowsy now, the weight of the past two days (or was it two weeks?) coming down on him all at once. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He was still asleep - but aware - when the knocking on his door started the next morning. Time was funny in this state of being, fast and jerky but also slow and echoing. Keys rattled the knob turned. The landlord came in with a cop. They saw him on the bed, laid out like a corpse for a viewing, and the cop radioed in a code 35. Soon, cops were all around him, making noise and touching things. He had the vague sense of discomfort and embarrassment at the intrusion. A baling man in a suit stood over him, a cop who looked like a redneck beside him. “He didn’t die here,” the medical examiner said.
The cop looked at him questioningly. Dom caught the name KENNER on his name tag.
“See this?” the M.E. said and gestured to Dom’s face. “That’s livor mortis. When you die, your blood pools at the lowest point. If you’re on your left side, for example, it pools on the left.”
Kenner looked at Dom and then back to the M.E. “Someone moved him?”
“Looks like it,” the M.E. said.
“When did he die?”
The M.E. examined Dom as though he were nothing more than a side of beef. “At a glance? Three days. I won’t have a better answer until I open him up.”
Dom was still awake when they put him into a body bag and zipped it up. He felt a stirring of fear beneath the cold numbness, but he was too tired to worry about it now.
Later, he thought.
He would panic later.
For now, Dom slept.

I work for a very popular restaurant in south Florida.
The night before mother day, PM crew started pre-shift and we were made aware that this would be an all store close. (All store closes are usually done to ensure that after intense business no one is left behind because they weren’t able to start their side duties on time as a result of business. Basically help each other so we can all leave together instead of having stragglers.)
The reason for this all store close is the floor plan has to be adjusted in order to accommodate mothers day reservations. Being told to rearrange the floor plan is not part of our tipped side duties, however if everyone is being asked to participate it should be a rather fast task.
It’s 8:30pm and the section that I and 4 others are working is cut. The restaurant closes at 11. We take care of our side duties and managers then comes out with the floor plan for the next day talks us through what we’re seeing. They want us 5 to move 14 tables and 84 chairs… We’re in disbelief. One person says “that’s not right” and management replies jokingly “you work at x you have no rights” I review the floor plan and I see that many of my peer are working areas that have no adjustments. So I ask if those individuals would be required to participate they shrugged and insisted we start regardless if anyone else participates and walked off. I immediately start to feel uneasy. I tell my peers that this not a fair workload, and we should defend that. One insist that I should go argue that but they would not, because they would not want the flack. We all take a moment to ourselves and then start. I started to stack chairs, after a few stacks informed my peers that I felt uncomfortable doing anymore than I have. Our section was cut first (less money) and being asked to do the most work, we did our regular duties and are only ones being asked to do extra work. This “all store close” is a lie. Maybe if the rest of the staff handled our side duties then we’d exchange and move the table’s. Maybe everyone does their own side duties and then are designated a table or 2 plus chairs this would be fair. They only cut us first so we could move and do everything without the help of our peers.
This made me really uncomfortable and I felt taken advantage of. Especially because 1) this falls under untipped work, 2) no one was scheduled or given noticed that this would be an expectation. 3) this is an undivided workload, many ppl would otherwise be unaffected by this “all store close”. Had they not cut us ahead, we could have made more money, done side work like the rest of our peers , and then as a group readjust the floor plan.
With that being said I resorted to sweeping while the other finished up. Because they felt they had too.
We call over the lead staff (closers) and ask to be checked so we could leave. And that’s when this clusterfuck unfolds. Everything we’ve arranged is apparently wrong , everything must be undone, we now must moved another group of table out and move the rest back. They prompted me to start helping and I told them to ask anyone who hasn’t already moved a thing to help instead. I’d already met my capacity for extra work. The whole thing felt very karmic. Being that no one had a problem with us 5 doing extra work but now that they’re being asked to participate it’s unbelievable. I wander for a bit and there are still some peers else where saying how they won’t be let go because of the corrections being needed but they’re also not helping
Another one of my peers berated me after walking back out to the affected area for not being more helpful. I told them I would like to be payed for additional work. And left again.
Anyways does it sound like I have a case for unpaid work, forced work, and or fostering work place hostility for putting me in a position where I have to ask for correct pay when that is technically a mandatory minimum