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The Midterms of 1848 and 1849 Pine & Liberty

2024.05.14 02:26 Pyroski The Midterms of 1848 and 1849 Pine & Liberty

The Midterms of 1848 and 1849 Pine & Liberty
In the final months of Daniel Webster's term, the economy, still reeling from the War of 1839 and the subsequent Panic of 1843, began a slow but steady recovery. William Lloyd Garrison, the incoming President who shattered the Federalists' grip on power, stepped into office with a bold agenda aimed at bolstering the economic upturn and lifting the nation's spirits. His initial flurry of legislative efforts included a proposed second bill of rights to prevent a repeat of the Sedition Acts, as well as measures to curb speech, the introduction of an equal rights and poll tax amendment, the reduction of the National Bank's influence, which Garrison branded as "corrupt" and "flawed," in favor of greater state control, and the full nationalization of the road industry. Congress has rejected every one of these, however, Garrison has managed to push through some reforms, such as removing Nathan Appleton as the bank's president in 1848, granting states more authority over monetary policies, the nonrenewal of the sedition acts, the District of Maine region's autonomy, imposing national limits on alcohol sales, and ban of the purchase of quantities over 16, and the ending of U.S. cooperation in the deportation of fugitives. However, widespread American fatigue over aggressive slavery policies, coupled with an indifferent Martin Van Buren administration, terms of the Treaty of Brussels, and interest in the settlement of new territories in the northwest, resulted in minimal diplomatic opposition to Garrison's fugitive policy.
Despite minor economic hiccups, trade has largely returned to its pre-war status as industries have stabilized. This was partly due to then-President Nathan Appleton raising interest rates in response to Garrison's funding cuts and minor currency instability resulting from the sudden influx of state control. Furthermore, despite Garrison's efforts to establish further independence from the increasingly close British empire by expanding trade with Haiti, Mexico, France, and the Netherlands, foreign investments, particularly by the British, in railroads and other industries continue, much to Garrison's chagrin.
Meanwhile, on the domestic front, with William Lloyd Garrison shepherding the more affluent Liberty party to adopt a more radical rhetoric against the establishment and secret societies as a whole, the Anti-Masonic party would see a sudden bleed of support, as several of its representatives switched their party affiliations in their 1846 and 1847 campaigns. This bleed would continue, as the party became Garrison's largest outsider ally on key legislative reforms, with Garrison championing the collapsing party's platform on issues such as poll tax and voting reforms, and fines for secret societies. By 1848, party officials would agree on a formal merge, as the remainder of party members switched over. As Temperance sentiment spreads far and wide across the nation, Natavist feelings soar to unprecedented heights; as Catholics and the Irish find themselves in the crosshairs of nativism, owing to stereotypes associating them with regular drinking and heavy alcohol consumption.

Federalist
Led by their esteemed leader, George Evans, federalists have undergone a significant transformation following a series of setbacks, including major electoral defeats to the oligarchy during the "Revolution of 1846" in both the Presidential and House races, and narrowly retaining control of the Senate. They distanced themselves from the still-sensitive Daniel Webster administration, and addressing concerns over his well-known alcoholism and allegations of sympathy to liquor, they adopted a more pronounced pro-temperance stance; with states such as Connecticut and New Hampshire, where they held sway over governorships and state legislatures, implementing stricter regulations. Moreover, although initially backing the Sedition Acts and playing key roles in its creation alongside Federalist President Noah Webster in 1827, most of the party shifted its stance by 1847, opposing its renewal. While Federalists have supported specific measures during the Garrison presidency, particularly those related to Temperance and opposition to the Sedition Acts, the party has emerged as Garrison's main opponent, leveraging their status as the second-largest party in the House and their majority in the Senate, to block much of his agenda. Notably, Massachusetts representative Nathaniel Briggs Borden, supported by the party establishment, spearheaded Federalist efforts to censure Garrison for his attempts to rein in the National Bank. Nonetheless, with the defense of the Law and Order party, Garrison managed to evade censure with a vote margin of 19-35. Nevertheless, leveraging their control in the Senate, Federalists effectively obstructed Garrison's legislative agenda, halting proposed cuts to national defense meant to prioritize funding for education and infrastructure, as outlined in Garrison's Bill of rights. Additionally, they stymied social reforms proposed by Garrison, including provisions in The Penitentiary Act of 1848 aimed at alleviating penalties for tax evasion, victims of the Sedition Acts, and Dorr sympathizers. Furthermore, they thwarted the full implementation of Garrison's Land Reform policy, which aimed to repurchase all lands acquired by foreign investors.
Despite defeats amid the "Revolution of 1846" and a party identity crisis, the glimmer of victory at the end of the tunnel, driven by opposition to Garrison and his efforts to dismantle the National Bank, has spurred party unity. Centering their campaign primarily on one issue: The National Bank, Federalists argue that Garrison's attempts to curtail it are unconstitutional, citing the 13th amendment which established a strong permanent bank, and criticizing his use of the spoils system, particularly Arthur Tappan's appointment as bank president in the wake of Appleton's removal. Opponents criticize Tappan as too inexperienced, highlighting his close friendship with Garrison and lack of a banking background, exacerbated by Appleton's own nearly decade-long experience as its president, to allege cronyism. On economics, Federalists campaign on reinstating Appleton; passing legislation to ensure the bank's stability; and the further federalizing of the bank to its pre-Garrison status. Cooperation with private industries in the construction of infrastructure, to limit government spending so that the nation may pay off the heavy debts sustained from a lengthy war on top of an economic depression. They also contest Garrison's efforts to distance New England's ties with British trade and investors, advocating instead for a stronger connection with other European Powers; They champion a return to a close-knit relationship, both diplomatically and economically, with Federalists emphasizing Britain, which contributed heavily to their independence and later the diplomatic resolution of the War of 1839, as their foremost ally.
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Liberty
Unseating the long-standing single-party rule of the Federalists during the Revolution of 1846, the Liberty Party stepped into the fray amidst a transformative era following a return to stability. Conceived by now-President William Lloyd Garrison under the influences of transcendentalism and liberty, advocating opposition to the government and support for limited intervention, it proved easier said than done to translate ideals into reality. Garrison eventually faced the stark reality upon assuming office, facing a slim majority in the House and a minority in the Senate, which forced him to navigate within the system, leaving much of his agenda in vain. Furthermore, Garrison's failure to pass equal rights and his proposed bill of rights has led inner-party critics, led by George Ripley, a Unitarian minister, and Henry David Thoreau, an author and former campaigner of Garrison, who has returned to civilization from his isolation in the forests of Massachusetts, to label Garrison as "corrupted" by political institutions. Other intra-party critics criticize his national restrictions on alcohol, attempts to block foreign business and investment, and fines for secret societies as further increasing the authority and scope of the government when the party's whole platform stood against it. Nonetheless, allies argue that his restrictions and expansion of executive power are necessary evils to tackle the root causes of societal issues and special interests and to promote the nation's independence while also supporting local businesses and industries.
Despite the emergence of splintering anti-Garrison factions, the Liberty Party has sought to navigate controversy by upholding the core tenets of Garrison's presidency. These include his cessation of collaboration with the U.S. on the deportation of fugitives from the Hudson-Greenway line; dismantling what Liberators perceive as a corrupt National Bank, and his instrumental role in achieving Statehood for the District of Maine after a struggle spanning over a decade, resulting in the creation of two new states: Maine and Bangor. In addition to championing Garrison's established agendas, the party endeavors to garner support for unfinished initiatives. These include proposals to expand the House's seats from 65 to 86, with each state gaining two more representatives than its electoral vote in the Electoral College, thus aiming to bolster representation. Furthermore, they advocate for Garrison's Second Bill of Rights, seeking to amend the constitution to ensure rights for all citizens and to federalize the poll tax to a reduced fee of $1.80. Additionally, they push for legislation aimed at diminishing the influence of Jewish bankers and investments, echoing Garrison's public condemnation of them as "the enemy of the people and Christ" and their purported "stranglehold over our nation's wealth."
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Law and Order
Despite suffering heavy defeats amidst the Revolution of 1846 and Thomas Dorr's rebellion, the cornerstone of the party's creation, now relegated to the back burner of voters' minds, the Law and Order alliance of Farmers, Liberals, Traditionalists, and former Federalists and Nationalists finds itself in an awkward position. Larger parties such as the Federalists have adopted the centerpiece coalition's platform, such as the Federalists now championing calls for cooperation with the U.S. and moderate views on black and women's rights, while the Liberty Party advocates for limited government and a smaller national bank; Nonetheless, the Law and Order coalition has attempted to carve out a platform wedged between the two current party giants. Led by the party's House leader Robert C. Winthrop, the party has strongly emphasized its economic agenda, in a bid to set it apart from the two leading parties. They advocate for a limited National Bank, arguing for its scope to be restricted to essential sectors such as agriculture, infrastructure, and trade. Additionally, they propose limits on the money supply to maintain a stable bimetal gold and silver standard, advocate for increased transparency regarding bank loans, and impose requirements for loan eligibility. Moreover, emphasizing a limited federal government approach in favor of state control, they argue for allowing states to charter their own banks to a certain extent. They have also advocated for giving full control to the states to set their whiskey and alcohol policies, supporting government rollbacks on Garrison's national restrictions. Critics from the Law and Order faction lambaste Garrison for what they perceive as insufficient efforts to rein in the National Bank. Instead, they accuse him of employing the spoils system by appointing his friend, Arthur Tappan, whom many consider inexperienced, to oversee it, despite most of the party voting to replace Appleton with him. The party has argued for lower tariffs, contending that high tariffs disproportionately affect the nation's farmers while benefiting wealthy foreign and domestic investors and businesses; Additionally, they argue that lower tariffs would benefit consumer interests.
Championed by Winthrop and fellow prominent Law and Orderites, including Senator Franklin Pierce, former Governor Edward Everett, Representative Charles G. Atherton, Rhode Island speaker John Hopkins Clarke, and a now one-legged John Fairfield, the party has attempted to adopt a "Proclamation of Neutrality" regarding foreign policy, believing their strength could be achieved through trade and cordial relations with any country, regardless of past relations or tensions with the nation's ally states. Most notably, their support for this policy extends to the nation's most infamous and longstanding enemy, the United States, with whom the nation has fought two wars. Any attempts to reconcile have been further complicated after the election of vocal anti-Fugitive ally, William Lloyd Garrison, who halted Yankee cooperation in the retrieval and return of fugitives. Nevertheless, this faction, derisively labeled the "Doughfaces" by critics due to their perceived willingness to bend to U.S. interests argues that cooperation was necessary. They point to the provisions of the Treaty of Brussels and the agreed-upon reward for captured fugitives, whom they claim weren't even citizens of New England, that the U.S. agreed to pay; Which they contend as a necessary evil to tackle and settle the burdensome debts the nation has accumulated in recent years. In stark contrast, the "Firebrands," nicknamed as such due to the fearmongering that their support for Garrison's policy will spark a third crisis between the two bordering nations, are led by Representative John P. Hale of New Hampshire and Associate Justice Marcus Morton, the 1841 National Party nominee. Famously during a party meeting, Hale would passionately argue, "After witnessing the sacrifice of countless lives, the toll of significant casualties, the devastation wrought upon our infrastructure, and the profound scars etched upon our nation, it would be nothing short of tragic to discover ourselves entangled once more in the very predicament we endeavored to escape..." This sentiment has been echoed similarly by the rest of the Firebrands as they emerge as the top faction opposed to inner-party calls for cooperation with the United States.

Minor Party

This section is dedicated to minor parties that lack ballot access or cannot field candidates beyond specific races, making their chances of winning impossible.
Drunkards
Amidst the backdrop of anti-immigrant and Catholic sentiments fueled by campaigns advocating Temperance and the implementation of anti-alcohol measures on the national agendas of leading political factions, a coalition of politically engaged Catholic and Irish immigrants has emerged. Spearheaded by the influential editor of The Boston Post, James Gordon Bennett Sr., a Scottish Roman Catholic, their collective efforts have given rise to a small yet significant political organization: the Workingman's Party. With minor political connections, the party has largely remained native to Massachusetts, where it has contested several seats across the state, on a platform consisting of only three issues: equal protections for immigrants and immigrant workers, labor rights, and most infamously of all, opposition to temperance and alcohol restrictions. As a consequence, despite its intended role as a champion for laborers and immigrants, the party has more famously become to be known the mocking moniker of the "Drunkards" party, a label crafted by detractors to smear its reputation and insinuate that the party is run by a bunch of alcoholics who only became politically active after attempts to take or limit their bottle consumption
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2024.05.11 04:27 AnimalGem20 Our neighbor refused to clean the shared grill and now none of us can use it.

Edit: let me clarify because people brought this up: No, this wasn’t a neighborhood cookout. This was a personal party of his with a dozen of his friends and two other residents. The rest of us—the people who pay rent to live here—were not invited and that’s why we’re upset. We’re being punished for two parties we weren’t even a part of, minus the two other residents out of nearly a hundred.
Long context cut short: We all live in an apartment complex. About one-two years ago, the apartment managers banned grills, barbeque pits, etc., because of something to do with the new local laws and fire hazards.
None of us were happy with the ban, but what could we do? This is one of the cheaper places to rent, and the apartment people know it. Though some of us were so pissed off, they actually moved. A luxury the rest of us could not do.
Maybe three fucking weeks ago, they installed a COMMUNITY grill. A nice one too. We have a neighbor who did weekly grill-outs, where everyone was invited. He was most disappointed by the ban, because those weekly get-togethers were his main source of socialization. No one was surprised when maybe 24 hours after the grill was installed, he was the first to use it.
Back when we were allowed to have our own grills, he kept his kinda nasty. No one cared because, obviously, it was his, and I just assumed he'd make sure to keep this one cleaned, since it was gonna be shared by the rest of us and not just him.
...
The apartment managers sent an email a week after it got installed, because apparently 'someone' left the grill fucking nasty. They simply said that if it kept happening, they'd get rid of it, which is really fucking annoying because it was legit ONE MAN out of dozens of us.
He had another grill-session yesterday and I had hoped the email made him behave. It takes, like, ten minutes to clean a grill. Maybe twenty, and he was out there since 12pm to nearly 1am, and he had stopped grilling by about 8pm. So, he had nearly FIVE HOURS to do a ten minute task.
Guess what I found in my inbox today? Yep. An email which said that no one was allowed to use it and that it would be uninstalled next week.
We're all pissed because none of us besides him even got a chance to use it, because summer just started and we're all working. He's one of the few who can spend one day out of every week grilling all day.
Talked to several other neighbors about this and, boy, we're usually cordial to each other, but the neighbor dude in question crossed a line. We're all sending emails to the apartment people (a few are even going in person) to tell them exactly who it was. A few went so far as to take pictures and they're gonna show 'em. Everyone is throwing him under the semi-truck because he screwed the rest of us over with his laziness.
I hope it works and we get to keep the grill, but it's ridiculous that this is even needed. He's not a college bro who thinks a shirt that stinks just a little bit is fine to wear. He is a grown ass man in his late thirties with several kids. We had previous issues with him when he and his pals would leave a shit ton of empty beer bottles in the, again, shared gazebo. Kids live here was well, btw.
It's always one person who ruins it for the rest of us.
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2024.05.11 02:30 A_chosenfamily My mom threatened to call police on me

I’m writing this because I need some perspective. 3 Years ago, I was staying with my mom, her husband and my 4 month old child. I stayed there because my husband was moving us to a new state and his new job required him to go through a strenuous training. So myself and daughter stayed behind to finalize the lease, get rid of everything and save money. Well, everything was going well until my mom came at me one day and accused me of not walking her dog. For context she lives in an apt, I had my dog there and she had a dog. While staying there I would take my baby and one dog at the time on a walk; just because a stroller and two dogs was hard. For some reason, one day my mother came to me and she started conflict over me not taking her dog out! Yelled at me for it and walked away. I came to her and I was like “mom, I took your dog out, I just do one at the time” and idk what switched with her but she turned and she said “would you like me to call the police and show them the videos of you stealing from me?” I was like in the twilight zone! What videos? I’m like what? I thought we were discussing the dog thing. Well she proceeded to tell me she would call the cops on me because she had videos of me “stealing” things from her room. At that point, I knew I had never done that, so I offered to call the cops myself and she can show her “videos”. Once I said that, my step father interfered, he is like “we have no cameras in The room, why are you saying this?” Man I left that day with my daughter so fast. Walked around the neighborhood and called my husband. I was taken by my in-laws that day and rushed my move so I could get out of there as fast as I could! Needless to say, I don’t speak to my mom anymore. The more I thought about her behavior that day, but also over the years, and educating myself, I realized how much of a narcissist mother she is.Also after therapy, I realized how there is some kind of personality disorder happening there. She is a hoarder, impulsive, lives in alternate realities. But this episode was the straw that broke the camels back. Threatening me and my child’s safety was unacceptable! I am going to be fully honest here, so I can justify my future choices after this conflict. During my 20’s, I was arrested from petty theft because I stole a bottle of booze from a grocery store. Trust I learned my lesson and I would never steal from family. But I can’t help but feel my mom used that vulnerability, the trauma of that arrest to install fear and attempt to put me in a vulnerable situation. She was the only person that knew about it. When she threatened to call the cops, nothing scared me more than having that record and someone calling the cops on me while I have my infant daughter. If she was feeling suspicious why not sit with me and talk about it! I was furious! I still am but I am working on it. I have a question for you all. My brothers and sister lately have been cutting ties with me because they say they are mad I can’t forgive my mom. When all I want is a safe distance from her. Some of them are not speaking to me where one of them just ignores the whole situation and another thinks I am straight over reacting. For me, I just want a boundary with my mom where I am cordial, civil And if she wants to see my daughter I never say no, as long as I am supervising. But she will never be someone we call daily, she will not be invited to events or holidays . I feel for my mental health, I can’t have her around not just because of this one thing but many behaviors that made me realize she is a narcissist, and has psychological issues that she never dealt with. I am afraid to let her in because I tried 2 times and she again attacked my character. Should I forgive her? How?
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2024.05.10 22:55 CaseyRose93420 AITA for not telling my MIL and others that we were pregnant with our last child?

My husband (41M) and I (31F) altogether have 8 children. He has 4 from a previous marriage, I have 2 from a previous relationship, and my husband and I have 2 together. My MIL and Stepfather have NEVER liked me AT ALL! I don't know why, as I've always been cordial with them. I've always been smiley, "yes ma'am", "no ma'am", "no sir", etc. However, they were excited to find out we were having our first child together.. Or so I thought... Well, we ended up having him in September of 2022. They were all about their grandson, but my MIL didn't want me around when we'd bring our son over.
Well, November 11, 2022 we got married. We invited a few people that we thought were true friends, even invited my husband's parents... The only people that showed up was my husband, myself, and the pastor who ordained our wedding. (I've never been to a wedding and I just wanted someone to attend mine so it upset me, but at the end of the day, as long as it's my husband and I, I'm happy).
So because no one came to our wedding, we decided to keep our last pregnancy a secret. I wore oversized clothes, so no one really could tell I was pregnant. (Or so I thought). My husband's mom asked him if I was pregnant and my husband told her "no". We had a few others ask, too, but the answer was always "no". People would be so cruel and mean towards me due to having 4 children (well, I have 5 but one passed Christmas 2020) and would just be completely harsh and hurtful. I would find posts made about me on people's Facebook pages, a long in some Facebook Groups. It was extremely depressing!
So due to all of that, we decided to keep our last pregnancy a secret. (We had our son November 3, 2023.) My MIL thinks I'm a horrible mother, a horrible person, and all these other harsh things. She called the cops on me before for literally making a suggestion about mine and my husband's 2nd child together, when she was watching our child overnight. I mean, this woman freaking HATES me..
(I'm used to being able to throw a baby showediaper party for all my kiddos. (I usually make apple pie shots with everclear, jello shots, do a raffle of a basket of scratcher tickets or the tiny bottles of alcohol, or some homemade sugar scrubs and some pampering things in the last basket). It just sucks not being able to do that for our very last child... (I got my tubes taken out in April of 2024).
So AITA for not telling my MIL and others that we were pregnant with our last child?
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2024.05.09 06:20 Larkful_Dodger A guide for those looking to quit smoking or get off disposable vapes and start their journey on refillable vapes or pods

With the Australian regulation bans on importation of disposable vapes on 1st of Jan 2024 and importation of reusable vapes on 1st of March 2024 in place, vapes in general are getting more difficult to come by outside of the prescription or pharmacy model.
New regulation of vapes starting January 2024 Therapeutic Goods Administration (TGA)
Importation of vape liquid flavours, other than tobacco, mint and menthol are part of the regulatory ban on of 1st March 2024. So after stock imported before the ban, has run out, those flavours will be all that is available.
However, domestic manufacturing of 0% nicotine flavoured vape liquid is still legal, pending the outcome of voting on the bill to legislate a ban on domestic manufacture, advertisement, supply and commercial possession of non-therapeutic vapes in Australia, so that may change. If the ban becomes legislation, then DIY is an option (see further below).
This article outlines the steps to take and options to legally purchase vapes and nicotine liquid from an online pharmacy, with a prescription from an online prescriber. This will more than likely be an easier pathway than going to your local GP and pharmacy because many GPs are unfamiliar with vaping and many pharmacies don't stock vapes.
You will need to submit a script to see what is available, as they cannot legally show any vape products until your script is approved.
Getting a prescription and accessing an online pharmacy
There are online prescribers and online pharmacies that specialise in vaping products. Some are separate, others are one-stop-shops for both vape prescription and pharmacy services or partnered with each other.
You can get a script from online prescribers like quitrx.com.au or one-stop-shops like v-scripts.com.au, myduke.com.au and quithero.com.au, amongst others.
Generally, applying is an online questionnaire and the script is emailed to you, or access to an online pharmacy's products is granted.
Prices for prescriptions can vary. Some are free, but limited to their own products, for example myduke.com.au.
Quitmed.com.au and quithero.com.au have the biggest range of vape products, there are many others listed here. Some accept outside scripts, others from their partnered prescribers.
Nicotine vape liquid
You can buy ready-to-vape nicotine liquid, prefilled pods, or purchase nicotine concentrate from a pharmacy and mix it with 0% nicotine flavoured vape liquid.
0% nicotine flavoured liquid can be purchased without a script from vape stores like: vapoureyes.com.au, vapeking.com.au, vapelink.com.au, wickandwireco.com.au.
A more comprehensive list of online and 'bricks and mortar' vape stores in Australia is available here.
Nicotine liquid comes in freebase and salt forms. The difference between freebase and salt nicotine, is that freebase has a better 'throat hit' and is regularly used for vaping at lower levels of nicotine in a higher wattage device, although many use it at moderate levels with a lower wattage device too. Salt nicotine has an acid added, like benzoic acid, so is less irritating to the throat at higher nicotine levels and absorbs into the bloodstream quicker.
Note: disposable vapes generally contain around 50mg/ml (5%) of salt nicotine in Australia, even if there is no information on the label.
If you're coming off disposables, depending on the wattage of the device you decide to use (some are adjustable), 50mg/ml salt nicotine may be too much, so 25mg/ml (2.5%) to 30mg/ml (3%) may be enough. Freebase, at a lower dose, is also an alternative.
For freebase nicotine, the dose range is around 12mg/ml (1.2%) to 18mg/ml (1.8%), anything much above 18mg/ml tends to be irritating to the throat, so salt nicotine is recommended.
If you're coming off smoking, freebase maybe suitable in the transition to vaping because of the 'throat hit' that is similar to a cigarette. Otherwise, if a higher nicotine dose is needed or cravings aren't satisfied, salt nicotine is an alternative.
These nicotine levels are for low watt devices, not sub-ohm high powered vapes that are usually vaped with around 3-6mg/ml of freebase nicotine.
Nicotine concentrate
(Note: If you want things as simple as possible, skip this and go to 'ready to vape liquid' below).
100mg/ml freebase and salt nicotine concentrate are available to mix with 0% nicotine flavoured vape liquid. Quitmed.com.au and Quithero.com.au stock the best value salt or freebase concentrate at $32.90 for 100ml, at time of writing.
You can use a nicotine calculator to work out your desired nicotine level using 100mg/ml nicotine concentrate: Nicotine Calculator - Wick and Wire Co Australia.
If you want to add nicotine concentrate to 0% nicotine flavoured ready-to-vape liquid, you can remove the amount of mls from the bottle, to replace it with the same mls of your chosen mg/ml of concentrate, to get an accurate dose. It also provides enough of a gap in the bottle to do so. You can add the nicotine, without removing liquid to avoid wastage, as long as there's enough room. Just consider that it will be a less accurate dose, especially if a lot of concentrate is used. Alternatively, there are 'shortfill' 0% nicotine flavoured liquid bottles with a gap already.
Another option is a 0% nicotine flavoured liquid 'doubler' that is half filled with double concentration flavour, a bit like cordial. With a doubler, you replace the shortfall after adding nicotine concentrate with unflavoured PG/VG (more about PG/VG below).
With a doubler, you avoid flavour dilution that you would otherwise get adding nicotine concentrate to ready-to-vape liquid, especially when a lot of nicotine concentrate is required.
For example, if your desired nicotine level is 25mg/ml, you would be adding 30mls of 100mg/ml nicotine concentrate to a 60ml doubler. That would make 120mls of 25mg/ml juice when you add 30mls of unflavoured PG/VG.
Take precautions when dealing with nicotine concentrate: FAQ: "Spiking" 0mg e-liquid with your 100mg nicotine.
PG and VG
PG is Propylene glycol and VG is vegetable glycerin, they are the base of vape liquid that carries flavours and nicotine, making up the 4 ingredients of flavoured nicotine vape liquid. More about PG and VG here.
Vape liquid comes in a mix of PG and VG, usually around 50PG/50VG and 30PG/70VG, though there are other ratios.
When choosing vape liquid, 50PG/50VG liquid will carry flavour better and have more of a 'throat hit', being higher PG and is generally for lower wattage devices. 30PG/70VG liquid is smoother and produces more vapour because of the higher VG and tends to be used in higher wattage devices. 30PG/70VG can however, be used in lower wattage devices as well.
When mixing 100mg/ml nicotine concentrate, consider that it's usually PG based and can change the ratio of PG/VG in a 0% nicotine flavoured liquid quite a lot, depending on how much is added. 50PG/50VG together with a larger amount of nicotine PG concentrate might be irritating. In this case, using a 30PG/70VG 0% nicotine flavoured liquid, or a doubler and adding flavourless 30PG/70VG or 100% VG to the shortfall may be best.
DIY
Regardless of any bans, you can still make your own vape liquid. PG, VG and flavours will always be available as they are all used in food manufacturing. Stock of PG, VG and flavours can be sourced from basedrop.com.au and flavourworld.com.au. Recipes can be found at alltheflavors.com and advice on mixing vape liquid at .
Ready to vape liquid
You can buy ready-to-vape nicotine liquid in various strengths up to 50mg/ml (5%), however, you're limited to the brands and flavours on offer at pharmacies.
Prefilled pods
Devices with prefilled pods of flavoured nicotine liquid are also available. They are the most convenient, but also by far, the most expensive.
Flavour profile of disposable vapes vs reusable vapes
Many disposable vapers are looking to replicate the flavour of disposable vapes when they switch to refillable vapes. There is a lot more sweetener and menthol (AKA ice or ws-23 cooling agent) in disposables, so finding a vape liquid with a similar profile or adding sweetener and ws-23 might be an option. You can get advice about adding sweetener etc, at . However, higher levels of sweetener can potentially reduce the life of the coil in your refillable vape and you may get used to the flavour profile of vape juice for refillable vapes anyway.
Availability of vapes and coils/pods
There are plenty of vape devices available that are not approved by the TGA for sale in pharmacies, though stock of them and coils/pods will be an ongoing issue as importation of unapproved devices is banned.
The TGA has an approved list of notified vapes. Popular examples are the Uwell Caliburn G3, Vaporesso XROS 3, Vaporesso XROS 3 Mini and the Vaporesso Luxe X.
If you want to keep things simple, consider going for the XROS 3 Mini, it is a lower wattage 'mouth to lung' (MTL) pod device, with auto draw (inhale activated). It is similar to a disposable, and as similar as possible to a cigarette.
The XROS 3 differs from the XROS 3 Mini in that it has a fire button (with option of auto draw) and adjustable airflow so you can control the tightness of the draw and as such, it can be used for 'restricted direct lung' (RDL) as well as MTL.
The Caliburn G3 is also a MTL and RDL device with auto draw, adjustable airflow and wattage up to 25w (depending on the coil used), so you can control the amount of vapour produced.
The Luxe X is a higher wattage device (up to 40w), with adjustable airflow, that can be used for both (MTL) or 'direct lung' (DL) vaping and is the most versatile of the vapes above.
These devices, compatible coils/pods and others on the list can be found in pharmacies and vape stores (subject to availability).
Here is a link to vapem8.com.au, an Australian vape finder and comparison site to help find vapes, juice, pods, coils etc in stock, outside of pharmacies.
Any questions, ask on aussievapers.
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2024.05.08 00:54 realcaptainjack Type Me Tuesday Post

  1. What drives you in life? What do you look for?
Living my life to the fullest extent motivates me. I can honestly say that I just love being alive. Not necessarily what I am doing specifically, but just the feeling of being alive. I am motivated to experience everything I want and to do anything I want. I look for opportunities to do just that. Sometimes I can be withdrawn, chill and very laid back, other times I can just be a busy body and do many things. I just look for opportunities I will enjoy, actively seeking life’s most enjoyable moments. Loud music is fun, creepy stories are fun, I think when it comes down to it that’s what motivates me the most in life, enjoyment. If I'm not enjoying what I'm doing, why do it? I wish I could see it deeper than that, but the reality is that’s just it. Classic case of philosophical hedonism I guess, happiness and enjoyment is the ultimate goal and an end in and of itself. I’m also pretty motivated to make money, not to hoard it really but to do fun things with it and also to give back to the parts of the world who need it the most. In my perfect world, I could do anything I want, share those experiences with the people closest to me, and give back to the parts of the world that need support. I will take care of my family, take care of myself, then the world hopefully. Everyone should have the freedom to live the life they truly want and your environment should not hold you back from that. I want to make sure no one is held back from their full potential, self included of course so that's a big motivator as well. Other people are also a big motivator for me, I want to be there for others and continue to be compassionate towards others. Ever since I was a kid, the older I got, the more and more responsible for other people’s emotions I got. I can be pretty forceful about advocating for people to trust themselves and go for the life they truly want. Making my own way in life and being independent is a huge motivator to me. As a kid, I was very free-wheeling and expressive. I pushed for the things I wanted and I’d go to great lengths to get what I wanted. I really didn’t like being pushed into things I didn’t want to do. I was really particular about my autonomy and I’ve always wanted more and more independence from my family and just everything ever since I was young. I believed my life was mine to control and mold to what I want so I didn’t want anyone trying to do that for me. As I got older, these feelings began to extend to others in the same way my feeling of responsibility for others emotions grew as well.
  1. What do you hope to accomplish in your life?
I basically implied this in question 1, but I want to make an impact in my life. I want to be remembered for what I will do in my life and who I am. I want to influence people emotionally, positively. I want to motivate people to feel something greater, to become something greater. I want to conquer life and through my actions, change and move the world. I want to make people feel something powerfully that moves them to wake up and go towards their true desires in life. I want to have a lot of fun obviously, but I want to be the best at whatever I do. I could go many different directions in life, but to me they will all lead to the same thing; being the greatest. If I continue with athletics and keep playing basketball (been playing since I was 8) then everyday will be spent moving towards becoming the greatest hooper I possibly can. If my path ends up being a paramedic or even a baker, then by every ounce of power in me I will be the best damn baker you’ve ever laid your eyes on. I guess in this way, I want to be captivating, mesmerizing for what I am able to do- and even further than that, who I know I am. To me, this pursuit of greatness is not just some compensation for some type of inferiority complex. Very much the opposite. Ever since I was a child I just felt it in my blood that I was destined for great things. I knew I was amazing, or at least I truly felt I could be and that feeling as always excited me. Fulfilling that potential is arguably one of my biggest motivators (adding to question 1) in my life. I just want to be the greatest at whatever I decide to do with my life. There’s something about the significance and impact that being the greatest carries. The implications of it. You’re the strongest, the best, the most capable, you climb the mountaintop and get to look out over the edge. You saw the challenge and rose above it. That’s what I want to be remembered for, I want to beat life. Do something many people see as too difficult or intimidating or insurmountable and shatter the idea of what’s possible. I want to ascend to something greater I guess in that way.
  1. What do you hope to avoid doing or being? What values are important to you?
When I say the best at anything, I really do mean everything. Best lover, best athlete, best at anything I put my mind to. I value my own competency/drive and I gotta be great in my life at everything I set myself to. I avoid wasting my life. I want my life to have meaning and purpose. I want my life to stand for something far greater than myself. I value being considerate to others, not bending to everyone’s whims because I am highly against that, but always taking others emotions and needs into account. Understanding others is a big thing for me. I avoid being selfish and I will do a lot for others (especially those closest to me) to make sure they are taken care of and have what they need. I will decrease my own needs as much as I can if it means everyone else will have what they need. I know I will always be okay and I can take care of myself, I’m not so sure about that when it comes to others sometimes. I avoid being very intrusive on others, I try to give others the space they need to operate comfortably and I guess that changes depending on who exactly I am interacting with. Reading that back, that really just goes back to understanding what people need and me being aware enough to give that to them. Unnecessary conflict or people acting an ass pisses me off. I don’t have much tolerance for that sort of thing. I don’t see any point in bottling up emotions or not making an important issue known when it needs to be made known. I see a lot of usefulness in conversation because I’d rather have everything laid out on the table than otherwise. If this pursuit causes conflict then fine, but I feel very limited in my communication if I can’t go back and forth without someone getting mad or overwhelmed. I avoid being a bad boyfriend or a bad son or a bad teammate or even a bad leader. I have always felt like a natural born leader. I always felt comfortable being the leader and I even looked for that a lot of the time. I felt comfortable with that responsibility to lead others, in reality I was just being myself. I always felt I was understanding enough to hear everyone out and strong enough to handle anything. I just don't want to fail the people around me and I especially don't want to fail myself.
  1. What are your biggest fears (not including phobias)? Why?
I have doubts about myself. Doubts in my ability to live my life the way I want, doubts of possibly failing at what I want to achieve, and honestly the doubt itself is what scares me. I have very ambitious goals, that I know for sure, and to have goals like that you can't possibly be afraid to fail and really I just look at doubt as another natural response you just have to push through to live how you want to live. I know that I want to do everything I said earlier in my life. I know that I can do it. But doubt itself is scary to me. Will I myself be the reason I don’t do what I want to do? Will I hold myself back? Limits are scary to me because I’ve always felt like I had limitless ability and potential. And yet, my own possible doubt of not being able to use it to move the world is what scares me the most. Nothing else scares me more than the limitations I unknowingly or even knowingly place on myself. Am I not trying enough to do this? Am I not trying enough to be there for this person? While I’ve always known I felt born to do great things and born with this sense of innate confidence, I’ve also always known that the only thing that would ever have the power to separate me from my potential is myself, and that is the single most powerful thing I’ve ever understood to this day. There is so much power in truly wrapping your head around your own autonomy, and I love it. I just don't want to be held back or worse hold myself back from doing anything or being anything. Being rejected by the people closest to me also messes me up pretty bad. I go 0 or 100% in my life. I’m either all in on something or someone, or I’m not even trying at all. Not having that feeling reciprocated can definitely mess with my head, though I have gotten better.
  1. How do you want others to see you? How do you see yourself?
I think throughout this post I’ve already touched on how I see myself, but let's go further. I’ve always seen myself as smart and curious. I love learning things and understanding how they work, it's just fun for me and I enjoy deepening my understanding of the world around me whether it be through experience or reading or observation. I’ve just always been curious about life. I can have issues with theory strictly for theory's sake, but otherwise I enjoy learning and I’m fairly inquisitive and open to new thoughts and experiences. I’ve been intellectually curious my whole life, but I’ve always pursued these interests with some kind of point or outcome in mind and never purely for its own sake. Hell, pure enjoyment and because its fun is a more important reason than theory for theory's sake. I learn many things to get ahead, to feel more capable and competent and to just know better. Once I get bored though, I just drop it. I’ve always had a very high stress tolerance and a “can-do” attitude. It's hard for me to see setbacks as some kind of personal failure or inadequacy. Shit takes time and it takes work, nothing wrong with that. I enjoy knowing I’m attractive and improving my appearance because I like pulling people’s attention to me and attracting people. I just find it fun and better than not doing it, I like the eyes on me and I enjoy taking care of myself. I’ve always felt magnetic in that way, people always find their way to me and I enjoy knowing that. I want to feel desired by people, needed. It makes me feel good to know I’m wanted, craved even lol. I want to control people’s attention in that way. Maybe that's another part of the reason why I want to be the best because I know it draws people to me. I know I am strong, and I want others to know they can trust me to be their rock. To trust me with their emotions and their best interest. I think a part of me really enjoys being needed, almost irreplaceable. In both my looks, and in my intentions and just in myself as a person. I want to be undeniable.
  1. What makes you feel your best? What makes you feel your worst?
If I’m being honest, I always feel pretty good about myself. I was a very outgoing kid and always felt confident in myself even when I had no business thinking so. Only when I think too hard was when I messed up or felt my confidence slip and to be fair it’s probably for one ADHD related reason or another (awaiting evaluation on that lmao). My favorite word as a kid was awesome because that’s just how I saw myself. My confidence comes from my understanding that I believe I can take on any challenge. Whether it be intellectual, intrapersonal, interpersonal, logical, etc. I always believed I had no limits in my ability and I am only held back by my willingness to do what I need to do to rise above. I think letting people down makes me feel awful. Being bored sucks, that happens pretty often. I feel my best working out and using my body. I feel best listening to music and singing in the shower lmaoooo. I think I just feel the best expressing myself through my body, sports, sex, tattoos, etc. But definitely letting people down, not meeting someone’s needs, not being enough. Stuff like that can definitely get to me.
  1. Describe how you experience each of: a) anger; b) shame; c) anxiety.
Anger is pretty natural for me. I’ve always had easy access to it, as a kid that was actually a bit of a problem. Of course, if no one demonized my anger, I probably would not have come around to being more in control of it until later on in my life. I never saw it as a bad thing, just an honest expression. I;ve never wanted to cause harm, anger is just easy for me to reach for. Anger motivates me, gets me moving to do things, makes me feel awake in some kind of way. Shame comes from when I let others down or fail to make them as happy as they could be and when I feel I let myself down. Letting people down makes me mad at myself, and there’s a bit of shame there because I feel I should be better and I expect more from myself. Anxiety is kind of annoying. It's the one I don't like the most because most of the time I see that feeling it is so unnecessary. It's like a bug that just won't stop flying around your ear, that's what anxiety feels like. Shame and anger are actually pretty motivating because they push me to be greater, anxiety just gets in the way and I hate that. I do look at overcoming situations that bring me anxiety as a form of overcoming a challenge and strengthening myself, so I always just look at it as another opportunity to grow.
  1. Describe how you respond to each of: a) stress; b) unexpected change; c) conflict.
I deal with any stress by taking care of whatever is stressing me out. That just seems like the simplest way to remedy that. After that, I’ll handle the lingering feelings of stress and I'll listen to music, and do all the other fun shit I want to do. But in my brain, I can’t really just let myself get stressed out. I need to do something about it and get rid of that feeling. Otherwise I can’t even enjoy what I’m doing.
  1. Describe your orientation to: a) authority; b) power. How do you respond to these?
I’ve always been critical of poor authority figures. I can’t work at a place where I feel the current leadership is lacking or not in the best interest of everyone. At that point I will either step in and just take the necessary control to right the ship, or I will leave the situation. Like I said, I have always felt comfortable with leadership, so naturally I’m pretty attuned to what good and bad leadership looks like. It's a pet peeve for me and I don't like following others so if I must do so, you better know what you’re doing or I need to take over. I don’t have to be in charge if current authority is great, no need to upset that balance, but if the situation calls for me to step up that's exactly what I’m going to do because I will be damned if I let some idiots drive me or us as a whole into the ground. Power is interesting because I feel we all have personal, innate power. There is no need to seek it if it exists in you already. That's how I have always felt about myself. The trick is learning how to harness power and use it to lift the world up. Personal power and influence over the world would be for its own sake for me, simply because I know and feel I can. But my orientation removed from that will always be to use power to empower others. Empower others and protect others who feel they don’t have that power. I don't really see any issue with someone trying to use power against me because I just see life as a battle of wills. You have your own power, and I have mine, let's see how that goes.
  1. What is your overall outlook on life and humanity?
We could stand to be more open to understanding each other. We could also stand to not coddle each other and be real. I’m all for understanding, but not enabling. I believe we enable each other to do a lot of things we probably should not. I want people to be stronger, able to handle more. I also think people could definitely be a bit more balanced in their reasoning on things and try to see multiple angles. At the same time, I think people should be more decisive. I generally have a pretty positive, optimistic/realist view on life and people. I take people as what they are, but I also see what people could be and their potential. I think humanity needs a lot of work, but there’s always hope for people, all people. In general I’m a pretty glass half full or simply “it’s just a glass of water” kind of person. I’m either optimistic, or I just call it how it is. I believe I can get through any challenge. The hardest thing I’ll ever have to deal with is losing my family. My mom told me one day in HS that at some point I’ll be without her and I have to be strong enough to deal with that and keep moving forward. I took that to heart, and now every emotional hardship and challenge in my life is an opportunity to become stronger for myself and stronger for those around me. I need to be.
  1. Discuss an event that has impacted your life significantly; more importantly, how you responded to it.
I lost all my friends by staying in a toxic relationship. The person I was with just tried her hardest to make me out to be the scum of the earth and I got so tired of defending myself against my friends and her that I just embraced the villain role. I did not have the awareness to just end the relationship, I could not see that until I got pushed to the limit. But I embraced being the villain she made me out to be. I pushed them all away in an effort to preserve the friendship my old friends and her had created over the course of that relationship. I still did not want to be selfish and end it because I wasn't happy, so I instead decided to just burn bridges and bring them closer together so that my exit from that situation was less… I dont even know, selfish? Eventually I did come clean to my friends, but it didn't matter because she did something so foul it pushed me to my limit and I ended things altogether. Other things happened afterwards that made me revert back to being public enemy number 1, and by this point the damage was done. Later on, I was cordial with my old friends, but they kept their distance and honestly, I felt better as time went on that they did that. They should have. Having no closure, and not really getting to say my full side of the story sucked, but this was years ago and I got over that. We haven't talked since really but I still don't feel comfortable not speaking to my old best friend on his birthday. Just feels wrong not to do so. That situation and my ex specifically took a toll on them from what I learned towards the end and that was part of why I tried to be as honest with them as possible in the end. It didn’t matter. The whole situation taught me a few things. For one it taught me to draw stronger boundaries between others and myself. And two, it taught me to prioritize my own needs so that I can comfortably take care of others' needs without being so blinded by the fear of being selfish or punished. It gave me a lot of perspective on myself. My mom always told me that you can’t always be the hero and sometimes you just have to let things be what they will. That situation gave me perspective on what it feels like to be the “villain”. A part of me wished it was under different circumstances of course, but a part of me liked it. It took a bit of time at that moment in my life, but I embraced it. It allowed me to see myself in many different colors. Now I just have a lot more perspective on being in that role, hero or villain. I have a lot more perspective on the “shadow” side of life I guess. A lot of me is completely fine with either side so long as I stand on what I believe is right and good and what’s best for both myself and everyone around me. I think the part that sunk in the most was taking care of my own needs. Another thing my mom would tell me is that you can’t take care of anyone unless you take care of yourself. I take that very seriously now. I can never go against how I feel because if I do, I may be putting myself and everyone I care about in a bad situation. So I always trust my gut, and always strike a balance between listening to my heart, and listening to my head. That situation is hard to explain and hard to kind of talk about, so i'm not sure if yall will understand what i'm saying here lol.
  1. Comment on your relationship with trust.
I’m attentive to people. I read people constantly so I’m always getting an impression on someone based on how they speak, how they move, how they say what they’re saying, what they’re saying, etc. My openness and trust with a person is heavily dependent on my observation and reading of them. I normally get my reads right and don’t remember the last time I was wrong about someone. I’m just attentive to these things and otherwise I’m pretty open. Once I put my trust in someone though, I really expect it to be reciprocated and I can get mad when it’s not. I don’t like wishy washy shit or flip floppy people. Pick a side to be on. Mine or everyone else’s. It’s not that hard. The people that are with me are my people and I give them 1000% of me. Those who are not with me get nothing and if I’m betrayed the most minimal thing I will do is cut you off cold turkey and you’ll never speak to me again. Though, I am petty asf so it just depends on the context.
  1. List some of the traits you: a) like; b) dislike most about yourself.
As a kid I was the witty, class clown type. I loved the feeling of making the class laugh and I kinda enjoyed being a thorn in my teacher's side. Maliciously if I didn’t like them, playfully if I did. My understanding and use of humor and adaptiveness definitely characterize me pretty well still. I’ve kinda always been a bit more concerned with making sure other people were good before I was, like I said I have that whole problem of feeling selfish about things I probably shouldn't feel that way for. I’ve always liked that trait and not liked it at the same time. I really do limit my own needs for the sake of others. There are quite a few times where I would much rather do something for myself or my own thing but I just cannot help but feel responsible for how others feel and try to satisfy that. Of course, if someone asks me to do something I just flat out do not agree with that's one thing, but it's hard for me to stand on just saying “no i don't wanna i wanna do my shit” just because that's how I feel. I feel selfish for that, and so I make sure other people are good so I can then do whatever I want after. Idk, it's weird. I think with strangers it's one thing, I have a much easier time saying no to strangers. But the people closest to me? Or even someone I want to be closer to? It just feels like I am securing my place in their heart and in their mind. I want to stay there. I give them what they need, what they want, and in return, they give me all of them. I’m ambivalent on that aspect of myself mostly because I don’t fully understand it.
  1. What do you see or notice in others that most people don't?
I would say their potential and what they could become. I can see who people are, as they are, and I can also see what they can be pretty well. This would require me to get to know them more of course, but I can always see what a person gives to the world pretty well. I wouldn't say this is something specific to me, I just like to pay attention to who people are and why they do the things they do. What motivates them, and what moves them.
  1. If a stranger insults you, how do you respond/feel? What if they compliment you?
If it's an insult I’ll probably just laugh or walk away without really giving that too much thought. Compliments are always welcome of course, those can stick with me depending on who it's from and why.
  1. What's something you are: a) thankful you have; b) wish you could have? Why?
I don’t wish I could have anything. I’m alive, I’m young, I have ample opportunity to live the life I truly want. I’m grateful for all of that and so much more in my life. My family, my girlfriend, everyone and everything, I appreciate every moment and I don’t take it for granted. I just live in the moment and enjoy life If I am being really honest. I have plenty of ambition and desires to accomplish, but those aren't wishes, those are things I know I am going to do. Goals. Outcomes. I know I’ll do those things.
That's it for the post. Let me know what you guys think and thanks for reading ;)
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2024.05.08 00:28 realcaptainjack Type Me Tuesday Post

  1. What drives you in life? What do you look for?
Living my life to the fullest extent motivates me. I can honestly say that I just love being alive. Not necessarily what I am doing specifically, but just the feeling of being alive. I am motivated to experience everything I want and to do anything I want. I look for opportunities to do just that. Sometimes I can be withdrawn, chill and very laid back, other times I can just be a busy body and do many things. I just look for opportunities I will enjoy, actively seeking life’s most enjoyable moments. Loud music is fun, creepy stories are fun, I think when it comes down to it that’s what motivates me the most in life, enjoyment. If I'm not enjoying what I'm doing, why do it? I wish I could see it deeper than that, but the reality is that’s just it. Classic case of philosophical hedonism I guess, happiness and enjoyment is the ultimate goal and an end in and of itself. I’m also pretty motivated to make money, not to hoard it really but to do fun things with it and also to give back to the parts of the world who need it the most. In my perfect world, I could do anything I want, share those experiences with the people closest to me, and give back to the parts of the world that need support. I will take care of my family, take care of myself, then the world hopefully. Everyone should have the freedom to live the life they truly want and your environment should not hold you back from that. I want to make sure no one is held back from their full potential, self included of course so that's a big motivator as well. Other people are also a big motivator for me, I want to be there for others and continue to be compassionate towards others. Ever since I was a kid, the older I got, the more and more responsible for other people’s emotions I got. I can be pretty forceful about advocating for people to trust themselves and go for the life they truly want. Making my own way in life and being independent is a huge motivator to me. As a kid, I was very free-wheeling and expressive. I pushed for the things I wanted and I’d go to great lengths to get what I wanted. I really didn’t like being pushed into things I didn’t want to do. I was really particular about my autonomy and I’ve always wanted more and more independence from my family and just everything ever since I was young. I believed my life was mine to control and mold to what I want so I didn’t want anyone trying to do that for me. As I got older, these feelings began to extend to others in the same way my feeling of responsibility for others emotions grew as well.
  1. What do you hope to accomplish in your life?
I basically implied this in question 1, but I want to make an impact in my life. I want to be remembered for what I will do in my life and who I am. I want to influence people emotionally, positively. I want to motivate people to feel something greater, to become something greater. I want to conquer life and through my actions, change and move the world. I want to make people feel something powerfully that moves them to wake up and go towards their true desires in life. I want to have a lot of fun obviously, but I want to be the best at whatever I do. I could go many different directions in life, but to me they will all lead to the same thing; being the greatest. If I continue with athletics and keep playing basketball (been playing since I was 8) then everyday will be spent moving towards becoming the greatest hooper I possibly can. If my path ends up being a paramedic or even a baker, then by every ounce of power in me I will be the best damn baker you’ve ever laid your eyes on. I guess in this way, I want to be captivating, mesmerizing for what I am able to do- and even further than that, who I know I am. To me, this pursuit of greatness is not just some compensation for some type of inferiority complex. Very much the opposite. Ever since I was a child I just felt it in my blood that I was destined for great things. I knew I was amazing, or at least I truly felt I could be and that feeling as always excited me. Fulfilling that potential is arguably one of my biggest motivators (adding to question 1) in my life. I just want to be the greatest at whatever I decide to do with my life. There’s something about the significance and impact that being the greatest carries. The implications of it. You’re the strongest, the best, the most capable, you climb the mountaintop and get to look out over the edge. You saw the challenge and rose above it. That’s what I want to be remembered for, I want to beat life. Do something many people see as too difficult or intimidating or insurmountable and shatter the idea of what’s possible. I want to ascend to something greater I guess in that way.
  1. What do you hope to avoid doing or being? What values are important to you?
When I say the best at anything, I really do mean everything. Best lover, best athlete, best at anything I put my mind to. I value my own competency/drive and I gotta be great in my life at everything I set myself to. I avoid wasting my life. I want my life to have meaning and purpose. I want my life to stand for something far greater than myself. I value being considerate to others, not bending to everyone’s whims because I am highly against that, but always taking others emotions and needs into account. Understanding others is a big thing for me. I avoid being selfish and I will do a lot for others (especially those closest to me) to make sure they are taken care of and have what they need. I will decrease my own needs as much as I can if it means everyone else will have what they need. I know I will always be okay and I can take care of myself, I’m not so sure about that when it comes to others sometimes. I avoid being very intrusive on others, I try to give others the space they need to operate comfortably and I guess that changes depending on who exactly I am interacting with. Reading that back, that really just goes back to understanding what people need and me being aware enough to give that to them. Unnecessary conflict or people acting an ass pisses me off. I don’t have much tolerance for that sort of thing. I don’t see any point in bottling up emotions or not making an important issue known when it needs to be made known. I see a lot of usefulness in conversation because I’d rather have everything laid out on the table than otherwise. If this pursuit causes conflict then fine, but I feel very limited in my communication if I can’t go back and forth without someone getting mad or overwhelmed. I avoid being a bad boyfriend or a bad son or a bad teammate or even a bad leader. I have always felt like a natural born leader. I always felt comfortable being the leader and I even looked for that a lot of the time. I felt comfortable with that responsibility to lead others, in reality I was just being myself. I always felt I was understanding enough to hear everyone out and strong enough to handle anything. I just don't want to fail the people around me and I especially don't want to fail myself.
  1. What are your biggest fears (not including phobias)? Why?
I have doubts about myself. Doubts in my ability to live my life the way I want, doubts of possibly failing at what I want to achieve, and honestly the doubt itself is what scares me. I have very ambitious goals, that I know for sure, and to have goals like that you can't possibly be afraid to fail and really I just look at doubt as another natural response you just have to push through to live how you want to live. I know that I want to do everything I said earlier in my life. I know that I can do it. But doubt itself is scary to me. Will I myself be the reason I don’t do what I want to do? Will I hold myself back? Limits are scary to me because I’ve always felt like I had limitless ability and potential. And yet, my own possible doubt of not being able to use it to move the world is what scares me the most. Nothing else scares me more than the limitations I unknowingly or even knowingly place on myself. Am I not trying enough to do this? Am I not trying enough to be there for this person? While I’ve always known I felt born to do great things and born with this sense of innate confidence, I’ve also always known that the only thing that would ever have the power to separate me from my potential is myself, and that is the single most powerful thing I’ve ever understood to this day. There is so much power in truly wrapping your head around your own autonomy, and I love it. I just don't want to be held back or worse hold myself back from doing anything or being anything. Being rejected by the people closest to me also messes me up pretty bad. I go 0 or 100% in my life. I’m either all in on something or someone, or I’m not even trying at all. Not having that feeling reciprocated can definitely mess with my head, though I have gotten better.
  1. How do you want others to see you? How do you see yourself?
I think throughout this post I’ve already touched on how I see myself, but let's go further. I’ve always seen myself as smart and curious. I love learning things and understanding how they work, it's just fun for me and I enjoy deepening my understanding of the world around me whether it be through experience or reading or observation. I’ve just always been curious about life. I can have issues with theory strictly for theory's sake, but otherwise I enjoy learning and I’m fairly inquisitive and open to new thoughts and experiences. I’ve been intellectually curious my whole life, but I’ve always pursued these interests with some kind of point or outcome in mind and never purely for its own sake. Hell, pure enjoyment and because its fun is a more important reason than theory for theory's sake. I learn many things to get ahead, to feel more capable and competent and to just know better. Once I get bored though, I just drop it. I’ve always had a very high stress tolerance and a “can-do” attitude. It's hard for me to see setbacks as some kind of personal failure or inadequacy. Shit takes time and it takes work, nothing wrong with that. I enjoy knowing I’m attractive and improving my appearance because I like pulling people’s attention to me and attracting people. I just find it fun and better than not doing it, I like the eyes on me and I enjoy taking care of myself. I’ve always felt magnetic in that way, people always find their way to me and I enjoy knowing that. I want to feel desired by people, needed. It makes me feel good to know I’m wanted, craved even lol. I want to control people’s attention in that way. Maybe that's another part of the reason why I want to be the best because I know it draws people to me. I know I am strong, and I want others to know they can trust me to be their rock. To trust me with their emotions and their best interest. I think a part of me really enjoys being needed, almost irreplaceable. In both my looks, and in my intentions and just in myself as a person. I want to be undeniable.
  1. What makes you feel your best? What makes you feel your worst?
If I’m being honest, I always feel pretty good about myself. I was a very outgoing kid and always felt confident in myself even when I had no business thinking so. Only when I think too hard was when I messed up or felt my confidence slip and to be fair it’s probably for one ADHD related reason or another (awaiting evaluation on that lmao). My favorite word as a kid was awesome because that’s just how I saw myself. My confidence comes from my understanding that I believe I can take on any challenge. Whether it be intellectual, intrapersonal, interpersonal, logical, etc. I always believed I had no limits in my ability and I am only held back by my willingness to do what I need to do to rise above. I think letting people down makes me feel awful. Being bored sucks, that happens pretty often. I feel my best working out and using my body. I feel best listening to music and singing in the shower lmaoooo. I think I just feel the best expressing myself through my body, sports, sex, tattoos, etc. But definitely letting people down, not meeting someone’s needs, not being enough. Stuff like that can definitely get to me.
  1. Describe how you experience each of: a) anger; b) shame; c) anxiety.
Anger is pretty natural for me. I’ve always had easy access to it, as a kid that was actually a bit of a problem. Of course, if no one demonized my anger, I probably would not have come around to being more in control of it until later on in my life. I never saw it as a bad thing, just an honest expression. I;ve never wanted to cause harm, anger is just easy for me to reach for. Anger motivates me, gets me moving to do things, makes me feel awake in some kind of way. Shame comes from when I let others down or fail to make them as happy as they could be and when I feel I let myself down. Letting people down makes me mad at myself, and there’s a bit of shame there because I feel I should be better and I expect more from myself. Anxiety is kind of annoying. It's the one I don't like the most because most of the time I see that feeling it is so unnecessary. It's like a bug that just won't stop flying around your ear, that's what anxiety feels like. Shame and anger are actually pretty motivating because they push me to be greater, anxiety just gets in the way and I hate that. I do look at overcoming situations that bring me anxiety as a form of overcoming a challenge and strengthening myself, so I always just look at it as another opportunity to grow.
  1. Describe how you respond to each of: a) stress; b) unexpected change; c) conflict.
I deal with any stress by taking care of whatever is stressing me out. That just seems like the simplest way to remedy that. After that, I’ll handle the lingering feelings of stress and I'll listen to music, and do all the other fun shit I want to do. But in my brain, I can’t really just let myself get stressed out. I need to do something about it and get rid of that feeling. Otherwise I can’t even enjoy what I’m doing.
  1. Describe your orientation to: a) authority; b) power. How do you respond to these?
I’ve always been critical of poor authority figures. I can’t work at a place where I feel the current leadership is lacking or not in the best interest of everyone. At that point I will either step in and just take the necessary control to right the ship, or I will leave the situation. Like I said, I have always felt comfortable with leadership, so naturally I’m pretty attuned to what good and bad leadership looks like. It's a pet peeve for me and I don't like following others so if I must do so, you better know what you’re doing or I need to take over. I don’t have to be in charge if current authority is great, no need to upset that balance, but if the situation calls for me to step up that's exactly what I’m going to do because I will be damned if I let some idiots drive me or us as a whole into the ground. Power is interesting because I feel we all have personal, innate power. There is no need to seek it if it exists in you already. That's how I have always felt about myself. The trick is learning how to harness power and use it to lift the world up. Personal power and influence over the world would be for its own sake for me, simply because I know and feel I can. But my orientation removed from that will always be to use power to empower others. Empower others and protect others who feel they don’t have that power. I don't really see any issue with someone trying to use power against me because I just see life as a battle of wills. You have your own power, and I have mine, let's see how that goes.
  1. What is your overall outlook on life and humanity?
We could stand to be more open to understanding each other. We could also stand to not coddle each other and be real. I’m all for understanding, but not enabling. I believe we enable each other to do a lot of things we probably should not. I want people to be stronger, able to handle more. I also think people could definitely be a bit more balanced in their reasoning on things and try to see multiple angles. At the same time, I think people should be more decisive. I generally have a pretty positive, optimistic/realist view on life and people. I take people as what they are, but I also see what people could be and their potential. I think humanity needs a lot of work, but there’s always hope for people, all people. In general I’m a pretty glass half full or simply “it’s just a glass of water” kind of person. I’m either optimistic, or I just call it how it is. I believe I can get through any challenge. The hardest thing I’ll ever have to deal with is losing my family. My mom told me one day in HS that at some point I’ll be without her and I have to be strong enough to deal with that and keep moving forward. I took that to heart, and now every emotional hardship and challenge in my life is an opportunity to become stronger for myself and stronger for those around me. I need to be.
  1. Discuss an event that has impacted your life significantly; more importantly, how you responded to it.
I lost all my friends by staying in a toxic relationship. The person I was with just tried her hardest to make me out to be the scum of the earth and I got so tired of defending myself against my friends and her that I just embraced the villain role. I did not have the awareness to just end the relationship, I could not see that until I got pushed to the limit. But I embraced being the villain she made me out to be. I pushed them all away in an effort to preserve the friendship my old friends and her had created over the course of that relationship. I still did not want to be selfish and end it because I wasn't happy, so I instead decided to just burn bridges and bring them closer together so that my exit from that situation was less… I dont even know, selfish? Eventually I did come clean to my friends, but it didn't matter because she did something so foul it pushed me to my limit and I ended things altogether. Other things happened afterwards that made me revert back to being public enemy number 1, and by this point the damage was done. Later on, I was cordial with my old friends, but they kept their distance and honestly, I felt better as time went on that they did that. They should have. Having no closure, and not really getting to say my full side of the story sucked, but this was years ago and I got over that. We haven't talked since really but I still don't feel comfortable not speaking to my old best friend on his birthday. Just feels wrong not to do so. That situation and my ex specifically took a toll on them from what I learned towards the end and that was part of why I tried to be as honest with them as possible in the end. It didn’t matter. The whole situation taught me a few things. For one it taught me to draw stronger boundaries between others and myself. And two, it taught me to prioritize my own needs so that I can comfortably take care of others' needs without being so blinded by the fear of being selfish or punished. It gave me a lot of perspective on myself. My mom always told me that you can’t always be the hero and sometimes you just have to let things be what they will. That situation gave me perspective on what it feels like to be the “villain”. A part of me wished it was under different circumstances of course, but a part of me liked it. It took a bit of time at that moment in my life, but I embraced it. It allowed me to see myself in many different colors. Now I just have a lot more perspective on being in that role, hero or villain. I have a lot more perspective on the “shadow” side of life I guess. A lot of me is completely fine with either side so long as I stand on what I believe is right and good and what’s best for both myself and everyone around me. I think the part that sunk in the most was taking care of my own needs. Another thing my mom would tell me is that you can’t take care of anyone unless you take care of yourself. I take that very seriously now. I can never go against how I feel because if I do, I may be putting myself and everyone I care about in a bad situation. So I always trust my gut, and always strike a balance between listening to my heart, and listening to my head. That situation is hard to explain and hard to kind of talk about, so i'm not sure if yall will understand what i'm saying here lol.
  1. Comment on your relationship with trust.
I’m attentive to people. I read people constantly so I’m always getting an impression on someone based on how they speak, how they move, how they say what they’re saying, what they’re saying, etc. My openness and trust with a person is heavily dependent on my observation and reading of them. I normally get my reads right and don’t remember the last time I was wrong about someone. I’m just attentive to these things and otherwise I’m pretty open. Once I put my trust in someone though, I really expect it to be reciprocated and I can get mad when it’s not. I don’t like wishy washy shit or flip floppy people. Pick a side to be on. Mine or everyone else’s. It’s not that hard. The people that are with me are my people and I give them 1000% of me. Those who are not with me get nothing and if I’m betrayed the most minimal thing I will do is cut you off cold turkey and you’ll never speak to me again. Though, I am petty asf so it just depends on the context.
  1. List some of the traits you: a) like; b) dislike most about yourself.
As a kid I was the witty, class clown type. I loved the feeling of making the class laugh and I kinda enjoyed being a thorn in my teacher's side. Maliciously if I didn’t like them, playfully if I did. My understanding and use of humor and adaptiveness definitely characterize me pretty well still. I’ve kinda always been a bit more concerned with making sure other people were good before I was, like I said I have that whole problem of feeling selfish about things I probably shouldn't feel that way for. I’ve always liked that trait and not liked it at the same time. I really do limit my own needs for the sake of others. There are quite a few times where I would much rather do something for myself or my own thing but I just cannot help but feel responsible for how others feel and try to satisfy that. Of course, if someone asks me to do something I just flat out do not agree with that's one thing, but it's hard for me to stand on just saying “no i don't wanna i wanna do my shit” just because that's how I feel. I feel selfish for that, and so I make sure other people are good so I can then do whatever I want after. Idk, it's weird. I think with strangers it's one thing, I have a much easier time saying no to strangers. But the people closest to me? Or even someone I want to be closer to? It just feels like I am securing my place in their heart and in their mind. I want to stay there. I give them what they need, what they want, and in return, they give me all of them. I’m ambivalent on that aspect of myself mostly because I don’t fully understand it.
  1. What do you see or notice in others that most people don't?
I would say their potential and what they could become. I can see who people are, as they are, and I can also see what they can be pretty well. This would require me to get to know them more of course, but I can always see what a person gives to the world pretty well. I wouldn't say this is something specific to me, I just like to pay attention to who people are and why they do the things they do. What motivates them, and what moves them.
  1. If a stranger insults you, how do you respond/feel? What if they compliment you?
If it's an insult I’ll probably just laugh or walk away without really giving that too much thought. Compliments are always welcome of course, those can stick with me depending on who it's from and why.
  1. What's something you are: a) thankful you have; b) wish you could have? Why?
I don’t wish I could have anything. I’m alive, I’m young, I have ample opportunity to live the life I truly want. I’m grateful for all of that and so much more in my life. My family, my girlfriend, everyone and everything, I appreciate every moment and I don’t take it for granted. I just live in the moment and enjoy life If I am being really honest. I have plenty of ambition and desires to accomplish, but those aren't wishes, those are things I know I am going to do. Goals. Outcomes. I know I’ll do those things.
That's it for the post. Let me know what you guys think and thanks for reading ;)
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2024.05.07 20:00 teenburgermommysauce Advice needed please. Finally venting your anger vs walking away forever..?

When I was a young kid, my parents weren’t ready to be parents. They showed up for the rest of my siblings (I’m the oldest of 5) and this has caused a lifetime of jealousy, feelings of exclusion, competitiveness, not being worth anything etc. I am on good terms with everyone in family, although the relationship I have with my parents is shallow, superficial and distant. We catch up cordially when they reach out first, once a month or so. They’ve been trying harder lately though
I recently had to move back to my home town and am unfortunately reliant on them to some degree right now. They often ask my siblings if I’m mad at them and just being in the same city as them has triggered a lot of panic attacks and full blown bouts of depression.
They ignored irrefutable signs I was being sexually abused as a kid, and refused to take me to a psychiatrist or doctor. They instead frequently locked me in a room alone with them to tell me how disgusting and wrong it was and kept me from forming normal childhood friendships based on their own fears. I was stuck alone hating myself. They buried their heads in the sand and forced me to deal with it on my own, even remaining friends with the person who was hurting me and still bringing him around.
Last time I tried to get answers was 7 yrs ago when I was 18. Found out they did know it was happening, I just didn’t like to talk about it with them so they didn’t push it further. I found out who raped me because my father showed me a picture of the guy and told me his name. They both reminded me it’s too late to cause a scene, no apology or tears from them.. until the point my mom told me about HER abuse and it turned into me comforting her, again. So it was discussed, but I never once cried or told them my feelings, just calmly asked questions.
Now, I NEED to scream in their faces, write a letter or something explaining my anger and the impact they’ve had. I don’t know if that’s pathetic or not though. I just need to get this off my chest but don’t know what to be prepared for, when to do it or how. I understand it’s a highly personal thing but I’ve obviously developed a habit and shoving down negative emotions when it’s time to discuss them. I could really, really use a step by step guide or personal anecdote to clear the fog and set realistic expectations for what might follow.
What I want to get out of this is for them to just understand how deeply they’ve fucked me up. Not even necessarily understand, just hear it. I can’t bottle things up anymore. I don’t need or want an apology, I don’t want a response from them, I just have to vent. It’s that or I’m soon triggered into moving across the country, further setting myself back from my goals and permanently damaging relationships that have potential to get better. It’s closure for me, not me and my parents.
It’s going to be a huge turning point in my life one way or another, and an enormous weight lifted. I could really use some advice I think
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2024.05.07 01:54 lilymunstercheese MIL is a perfect saint to everyone-except me.

This is half vent and half looking for advice, so I'm sorry that it's so long!
I feel really alone with this situation. My MIL has never liked me (35 F) since the first time I went to her house years ago. She has a best friend of over 50 years who is also her next door neighbor. Her kids (my husband included) and her neighbor's kids grew up together. The first time I had dinner at her house, both she and neighbor woman started saying how disappointed they both were that [my now husband] didn't end up with neighbor's daughter "Darla". So ever since then, she's chipped away at me by doing little things here and there to annoy me. It's been over 10 years that husband and I have been married, and we now also have a son, but MIL still chips away at me. The thing is, she is an "innocent sweet little old lady" that can do ABSOLUTELY no wrong in everyone else's eyes.
Some examples of her shenanigans:
Took Darla to our wedding without our permission, saying she just "happened to bump into her on her way there" even though she was wearing a formal dress and makeup. Again, no one else saw this as odd but me. MIL also had her boyfriend do the photography, and there were about 15 pictures of Darla in the album, and only about 3 of me.
She had started calling Darla her "daughter" after husband and I got married.
She invites Darla to all of the holidays.
She messed with my food. I am allergic to certain things and everyone knows it. I'm always cordial about it and offer to bring my own food to not inconvenience anyone. She will insist on making me food (and husband and family pressures me into eating it), but half of the time I get sick or have a reaction to her food. Last time she made me brownies and they were raw in the middle, but the regular brownies for other people were fine. She smiled sweetly and says she messed up and everyone always insists she's just getting old, but it's always just my food ... Or she'll say she's cooking something for me, and not to bring anything, but then she'll "forget" to make my food so I won't have anything to eat.
Her ex-husband admitted that they both "didn't see what [husband] saw in me years ago, but now he's fine with me, and didn't know what everyone was talking about". He said this in front of MIL and she turned beat red and denied that anyone said that, but I know she was talking about me to him and the rest of the family.
I was critically ill (almost died) early in our relationship and was sick for 2 years. I only had a 60% survival rate. MIL (politely and sweetly) suggested to everyone that I didn't spend time with her or husband's family because I didn't care to, despite the fact that I was usually unable to move from the bed and in/out of hospital. She never visited me or helped me, just told other people I didn't "want" to visit her or the family, and convinced husband I didn't like any of his family. She'd say it in a sweet way though, like all her comments. (Example: "Well, she might not like family gatherings. We can't judge if she's a bit of a homebody. We can pack her some leftovers, and maybe she'll want to visit us next time!"). Husband now, after all these years, thinks I'm the reason why there's weirdness between me and her. Even after I remind him that I was critically ill and bedridden for those years so I couldn't visit with family.
I can't prove it, but I think she messes with stuff while babysitting our kid. I don't like her babysitting, but husband insists. I found our car food feeder unplugged after she babysat- it wasn't unplugged the day before. She put a makeup compact under a cooler handle (like hidden under the handle), so when I picked it up, it fell and shattered. Husband saw her do this, but thinks it was just her being absent-minded, but I had just told her moments before that it was the only compact I had left and it was expensive and hard to come by.
She blatantly does whatever she wants with our son. Examples: giving baby bottles of water when he was only 2 months old. Giving baby rotten (black and oozing) bananas. Insisting that baby is saying "Grandma" when he's clearly saying "Momma", and trying to correct him into saying Grandma instead (husband thinks she's just not hearing him well). Not wanting to give baby back to me after babysitting, and joking that he can "come live at grandmas" and wanting to set up a whole baby room for him to spend the night in, even though he's only 7 months!). I also wonder if she talks badly about me to baby.
She's also a hoarder, and husband is a recovering hoarder, but she'll "reactivate" him and team up against me with him regarding hoarding by joking that I throw out too much, or insinuating that I am wasteful. Example: I am no longer allowed to recycle it throw out pet food bags, any disposable plastic or glass grocery food container, rotten fruit, and a ton of other stuff because she has convinced husband that all of these things need to be saved to be reused. We have cabinets full of this trash that I can't throw out. MIL and husband now also save half-drank open cups of water in the fridge for sometimes days. She'll also try to give us nonsense items like old beat up furniture that take up a lot of room in our house, but husband can't part with because "they're from mom".
She is passive-aggressively bossy. She'll boss us around (in a sweet voice) and husband just does what she says. Example: "Why don't you go to the store. Everything is great here!" She'll repeat different variations of the same things all day until husband does it or I get aggravated.
She acts like she can't do anything to get people to help her (because she's a "sweet little old lady"), but she regularly lifts 40lb bags of mulch to do her gardening and lifts heavy wheelbarrows filled with gravel.
I am at a loss. Husband doesn't support me at all, and always takes her side. I have no family on my side at all to help me or back me up, or help babysit. Lack of sleep is not helping. She's unfortunately the only babysitting resource we have, and we can't afford to pay someone. I'm afraid that she will try to turn our son against me! I'm 100% sure that she'd rather I be dead so she could just live with husband and baby. The kicker is that she is like a saint to every other person I know!
TL/DR I feel like I'm losing control of my home and my baby because MIL hates me because husband didn't marry the "right" woman.
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2024.05.05 07:40 January_Lilly I visited my cousin's newborn and now I'm worried about her

Hi reddit, I'm here for a little vent and any advice.
I (F 27) am the youngest of four grandchildren of my maternal family. I have a half sister from my father side but she is eleven so I don't feel too attached to her, so I often see myself as an only child, however growing I have always been very close to one of my cousins, lest call her H. (F 31) whom I consider my big sister or something like that. We have always had different lifestyles and religious beliefs, her being more traditional and me being more liberal; but we have respect and love for each other regardless. We are from a country and a region where women are still seen as housewifes and caregivers mostly, regardless of their education and jobs.
I move out from my hometown to the capital of my country to study medicine, she is a medical doctor too but have never left our city. Some years ago she got a boyfriend, a business man, who comes from an "important" and conservative family, a year and a half ago they got married in a private ceremony where there were 10 of his family and friends and 2 of hers (her mom and me). I never really like him too much because he feels too misogynistic, but our relationship have been kept cordial for H.'s sake.
Fast forward to now, they welcomed their first baby three months ago and are living in H' s mom (my aunt). I asked for vacation from the hospital to meet the baby and help my cousin with any baby or house related chore so she could sleep and eat without worrying.
I was there a week and all of that time H.'s husband only held their baby once, for strolling. Never feed him, bath him or changed this diaper. There was one day when H.'s in laws came to the house and she had to cook for them while holding a crying baby because her husband was reading, (he wasn't even talking to his parents and he was not working). I tried to calm the baby and feeding him, but he wasn't receiving the bottle that day so my cousin had to do that by herself. I told her I could finish the cooking, so she could breastfeed in peace, but the baby kept crying so everyone was kind of stressed out, so her husband just started yelling her from the living room to calm the baby. The in laws finally left and nobody said a word about that.
H and I talked a little after and she told me married life had taught her to stay quiet to keep the peace sometimes. It hurt me a lot to hear her said that because that's not what marriage is for. I saw her reduced to a shadow of herself under eating, silenced and without anyone to talk to. I get that motherhood is difficult but it's harder if the person how is supposed to support you is neglecting, controlling and I would even say violenting you.
I don't know how to help her. I can't travel too much from my city to hers because os work, so I keep checking on her via phone. I won't tell her to leave him because I think that could strain our relationship and make her distance from me. I don't care if they stay together or not as long as she is happy and safe, but I don't think that's the case.
Sorry for my grammar English is not my first language.
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2024.05.04 19:29 Pretty_Girl5406 #AITAH for not wanting to apologize to my best friends Maid of Honor

Hello everyone! I’ve never done this before but I’m posting this hoping for some objective feedback and perspective. Because of my upbringing I really struggle with knowing if my perception is accurate or not, so I would appreciate your thoughts on the matter.
I am a 25 y/o female named Jordan. My best friend is of 4 years, Julie, also 25 y/o, is getting married soon and originally chose me as her maid of honor. Now for context Julie is easily one of the best people I know and has helped and been there for me through ALOT. From surviving a cultish college ministry to helping me to move away from my family (with whom I have a complicated relationship). She has been my best friend after Jesus.
After finding out she got engaged in October I was so excited for her and really wanted to be a good maid-of-honor, but 1) I didn’t know what a maid-of-honor does (and neither did she), and 2) I have been going through ALOT. From losing my job, to being virtually held hostage in a group chat for 2.5-months, to studying for my exams (I would also like to mention I am full time student completing my second masters degree in Biomedical Science), to finding a new job and struggling with anxiety and depression, I became burnt out and wasn’t able to give Julie’s wedding a lot of attention. Even so I tried to help wherever I could, I attended every dress fitting (though I admit I was dirt tried and almost fell asleep at 1), I went to both her bridal showers, and I helped as much as I could with planning her bachelorette trip with her other friend June.
Now here’s where the story really starts. June is also one of Julie really close friends. They met on a trip overseas 2 years ago and became good friends. Although they met on a trip, June of from and lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Because Julie wanted to visit Pittsburgh for her bachelorette trip, and because June is a wedding planner on the side, she took the lead in planning and preparing. Because I have never been to Pittsburgh before and didn’t have a lot of time to research the area, I helped where I could but, for the most part wasn’t very helpful. I apologized to June several times and she assured me that because she was from the area it made the most since for her to take lead because she knew the best spots. I should mention that I had never met June in person and did all of this over the phone.
Fast forward to mid-April I go on the bachelorette trip with her and four other bridesmaids and bridesman (she has another male best friend named Allen [23 y/o]). Julie, Allen, and I fly in from Georgia and meet June a few minutes away from her job to have lunch together. From the moment she met me in person she was dismissive toward me.
At first I thought I was overthinking things, and made several more attempts to talk with and get to know her, but as time went on it got worse. Whenever I tried to talk with her and bring up new topics to discuss, she would position her face and body away from me and only talk towards Julie. Whenever I would speak she would cut me off. When I tried to tell some really funny stories (particularly the one where I got held hostage in group chat for 2.5 months, which sounds bad but in hindsight is hilarious), she would interject and put me down, saying “why didn’t I file a police report” and that I was “getting scammed.” She did this on several occasions in front of the entire group, including Julie, almost to make me seem stupid. Add this with the fact I was the only black person in the group, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and isolated. She even made a point of interrupting me whenever I tried to talk/bond with Julie other two friends, Mia and Kya (23 and 24 y/o females, respectively). Not only that but she had made several, what I consider rude remarks behind Allen and Julies backs.
Complaining with how Allen’s slow walking, due an unknown and untreated leg injury, would prevent us from getting to our restaurant destination on time. The following day she then complained to Mia and Kya about how she didn’t really want to go bar hopping or stay out at night (despite it being her plan that she introduced), but that she would do it because she loved Julie. Keep in mind Julie wasn’t really interested in bar hopping either, but was mostly doing it because it was recommended to her.
Additionally, because it turned out there was one less bed in the Airbnb we were all sharing, being maid-of-honor, I volunteered to sleep on the couch the entire trip, so no one else had to be uncomfortable. As such I wouldn’t be able to sleep or go anywhere to relax when I was tired and had to put up with everyone else staying up late to 1-2 in the morning. I should also mention that I had a midterm exam I needed to study foretake, which I wasn’t able to. Between this and everything else I was even more burnt out and aggravated, but I didn’t say anything and put up with all of this because I didn’t want to ruin Julie’s trip. Even so I was counting the days until I came back home.
After getting back nothing initially happened, but I was angry. I didn’t want to say anything to Julie about until after her wedding in June. I was so hurt and upset about the experience I actually chose to visit my immediate family to to get some laundry done. When I texted Julie about visiting them for weekend to do laundry and get groceries (which they paid for), she initially said okay. However about an hour or two later she texted me and reminded me that we’re both suppose to go to a tea party hosted by her future mother-in-laws church. Since I had completely forgotten and admittedly didn’t want see her, I told her I wouldn’t be able to make it.
Now no matter what anyone has to I don’t regret that decision, even now. I actually enjoyed my time visiting my family and felt a lot better because of it. I got see my cousins, swim in my aunts pool, and went to the movies, and spend some time with my grandmother. By the time I went back home I felt a lot better.
Fast forward to yesterday, Julie comes over to speak with me and give me some stuff. First we she gives me a few gifts from the tea party (which includes a bracelet) and also drops off 3 bottles of syrup and 3 bottles of sweet baby rays bbq sauce. We talk about how we both are doing and then we get to down to business.
She asks if I knew what it was about, and I accurately tell her it’s because she no longer wants me to be maid-of-honor and is giving the position to June. She then says she thinks she “overburdened me,” and that she needs someone who will be able to make her wedding a priority. Which I completely agree with.
Honestly, I wasn’t really sad about this and felt relief more than anything. I knew I wasn’t able to be the best maid-of-honor and, despite how cruel she was to me, I genuinely believe June will make a great maid-of -honor. She’s very intentional with her planning and I noticed how excited she and Julie were when talking about the wedding during the trip. I think that is the right decision.
However, here is when things get complicated. We start to talk about the trip and I mention how me and June do not really like each other. She admits she knows this. She states it’s because she was furious with me during the trip because I wasn’t taking initiative and “acting like a maid of honor” which apparently also frustrated June who felt she did all the work. She then admits that she had been telling June about all her frustrations with me throughout the trip, as they stayed in the same room together, and even admitted to breaking down because of me, which apparently worsened Junes already growing disdain for me. I should mention she has admitted to this before, where she would complain about me to June behind my back and even apologized to me for it.
Although I didn’t say anything to this, and apologized to her about my lack of initiative and inability to properly socialize, I can’t help but feel hurt and put down, because it feels like she essentially validated Junes actions towards me. Though she claims she didn’t notice any of June’s slights, and even offered talk about it with her, I still feel invalidated.
When I brought up that because of the situation, I didn’t feel comfortable staying at her grandfathers house with everyone, including June, before the wedding as initially planned, she expressed he Irritation toward me for not being there for her. She then said this all feels very high school (which I agree) and that she wants both June and I to be cordial to each other. When I told her that June hadn’t even apologized for what she did, she countered and asked me if I had ever apologized to June? When I asked her for what, she stated for planning/leading the entire trip and for doing most of the socializing. Though we ended the conversation there, because she had to go back home, I couldn’t help but still feel irritated about something.
This brings me to today. After waking up and still being angry about the situation I decided to reach out get some non-bias opinions on the issue. AITAH for not wanting/feeling I need to apologize to June? In all honesty I’m fine if neither of us apologize and just remain respectful for the wedding and Julie’s sake. If so, am wrong for not wanting to stay over at her grandfathers place, and risk a similar situation?

Advice Wanted #AITAH

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2024.05.04 09:23 vbloke Super Cherry Cordial (the easy way)

I found a great brand called Ben Organic that sells various fruit juices in (just under) 1 litre bottles for about £3-4.
So with their tart cherry juice, 500ml of that with 800g sugar, 1 teaspoon malic acid and a quarter teaspoon ascorbic acid makes a really good cordial.
However....
Get yourself some cherry essence and pomegranate essence from Uncle Roys and add about 10 drops of each.
Then, add a tablespoon of good quality vanilla extract and a teaspoon of good quality almond extract (I use Nielsen-Massey brand).
You can also add a preservative if you want, but it's not always necessary if you plan on drinking this quickly.
The vanilla, almond and pomegranate complement the tart cherry flavour beautifully to make a really refreshing and tasty cherry drink.
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2024.05.03 16:14 Scaryb0u How to validate my friend who constantly assumes my intentions?

So I (33/F) have a friend of mine (30/F) online who is a good friend, and we do a lot of stuff together. Since September, friend has been going through a very hard time as her dad died and it's been a whole debacle dealing with the death, selling his house, finding her own place to live, etc so she's understandably been very stressed and emotional and way less available than she used to be.
I've also been dealing with my own situations that are difficult, and have been doing my best to manage these situations, many of which have to do with deaths myself, becoming recently disabled and a few other things. I have friends to talk to outside of her when the day is rough, but I also try and be considerate that people simply do not have the emotional bandwidth to deal with issues as pressing as mine all the time. I don't want to be a 'dumper'.
So to try and mitigate that, I sometimes take to a vent channel in a server that is a mutual server both she and I are in to air my grievances. Said channel has a tagging system where you can either open the vent to advice or just keep it closed as a place to put your thoughts and after 24 hours the vent is automatically deleted. I know channels like this are controversial - I can accept that. In my case, I find them very helpful because I have a dedicated place meant for that to air grievances and in many instances have actually found someone to talk to from it and have actually made friends. People who understand things that are hard to relate to, like being homebound and disabled.
And it's been great, because it has expanded my social circle. The issue is, sometimes I don't want to get too in depth about more private matters so I keep the vents vague - it is a public server. However, for reasons I do not understand, when my friend sees these more vague vents that she can't with certainty deduce the meaning to, she gets aggressive and confronts me about them. In her words, she feels like the vents are 'badly timed' - that they come during times when she is either doing something for herself and not available or setting some kind of boundary, as if I am upset at her not being around or something. She seems to take it as me vague posting about HER, which couldn't be further from the truth.
My friend is aware of what is going on in my life and that is what I am posting about - the fact it comes at a coincidental time does not cross my mind because it is not about her whatsoever, in any way, at all. It is more a time that is convenient 'for me', which is usually later on in the day after working hours, but I guess because it's also when she's available that's why she's taking offense with it?
I've validated her feelings and have apologized and said how I felt. I have also explained my intentions about these posts and that she does not need to worry because they are not about her, and have reminded her of how I have always been forthcoming when there were concerns between us and that I have no reason to vague post with that track record. The only thing I asked in return is if she is feeling any sort of way about things to be equally as forthcoming with me the moment it happens, because she has a tendency to bottle her feelings until they explode and then she gets very mean in her confrontations because she's angry. I explained to her open and clear and concise communication is important to me, because I am autistic and I do not do well reading between the lines or taking hints. Just tell me in a cordial way.
However, despite telling me she'd do this, she has not. She continues to take the things I say not about her personally. She also continues to bottle until she explodes on me, when I thought everything was fine. She has said things to me about some things being justified and others not - about how no matter how safe a place is, 'it is not safe from consequence'. And how I am putting so much on others saying what I am (despite it being a place meant to do so). Going on to point out what vents were 'justified' and what others aren't. Saying all the ones that weren't justified made her feel bad because she FELT they were about her.
I am honestly at my wit's end. The fact she is taking me in persistent bad faith is beginning to wear on me and it has now devolved that when she comes at me, I am getting defensive instead of understanding. I've explained to her that I'm not sure how to keep doing what helps me in a way that also sits well with her - I've tried keeping anything I say to times when she wasn't around, it did not work. I posted whenever I wanted, it did not work. I tried to keep them more discreet, it did not work. If I did not make it abundantly clear what the subject was about in the post, she took offense to it.
Does anyone have any advice how to solve this? I get the feeling the only solution that she'd be happy with is just for me to never post where she can see ever again, but it seems unfair when she also posts in these same channels and reaps the support from it. It feels like she is being judge, jury, and executioner of what I can and cannot do, and that I must gain her permission to do it. It feels like she is taking her own fun and comfort into consideration only and completely excluding my own. I try and validate her feelings, but when I stand my ground when she is coming in swinging after and explain my intentions, she goes on to say that I am invalidating HER and turning it back on HER, just because, I feel, I didn't roll over and accept that everything was my fault, after getting some pretty hefty accusations that simply were not true.
I sort of feel gaslit and the lines are starting to blur between who is at fault or not, or how to best resolve this, because I am starting to internalize the blaming and doubt myself and think maybe I am the bad guy. So any outside thoughts would be appreciated.
TL;DR - My friend and I share a mutual server that has a vent channel where you can post to get things off your chest or receive advice. My friend and I both use it, but my friend takes my more vague vents to be about her and gets aggressive and constantly assumes my intentions because the 'timing is bad'. I feel like she is trying to control my actions and I feel gaslit because she assumes my intentions and says what I meant based off how she 'feels'. No amount of apologizing or explaining has stopped her bad faith in me, and now I do not know what to do.
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2024.05.03 08:23 EverlastingZone197 I made a serious mistake, and the guilt eats my mind.

First of all, I want to make it clear that I'm probably making a bigger drama than it really is, and that many will probably think that in the long run this really won't matter at all, but I'm in the middle of a crisis, so I apologize in advance. I'll start telling the story and the problem:
I started getting along with a girl in class, we chatted and hit it off really well and naturally despite having very different personalities. This girl had a boyfriend, which I knew, but my intentions were not to have anything more with her, I was just focused on my things as a student and from time to time I worked on projects with this girl. I have always been a person who has tried to be as respectful as possible with other people's relationships. Because of a bad past where third parties got into mine, I know how it feels to be cheated on and humiliated and I don't wish that on anyone.
Months went by and the girl started to get closer and closer, I tried to respect the limits and not to talk too much or make it seem like something else, because I knew that there are boyfriends who tend to be very jealous; her boyfriend was directly toxic and just knowing that we were talking cordially he would get angry with her, and they would argue. Repeatedly the girl told me that she wanted to break up with him and asked me for advice about it, but I tried to be as abstract as possible and not say much because I felt that it was none of my business the issues in her relationship and I didn't want to be in the middle of it, because deep down I perfectly knew that there was a possibility something could happen. Still as a friend I offered emotional support, telling her things like if she really didn't feel comfortable with her relationship, she should seriously talk to him or consult with a more appropriate or knowledgeable person who could advise her.
I really liked the girl, she was intelligent and sensitive, very empathetic and had a very particular way of seeing the world. In a way I idealized her intellectually, and that was my first mistake. The more we started talking and getting closer, the more I discovered things that were wrong, like the fact that she didn't dare to end her relationship for fear of severely hurting her boyfriend, and that she was willing to endure the pain of staying in that relationship because she felt that she really loved that guy, even though it didn't do her any good. She knew this was wrong, she confessed it to me, but she preferred to ignore it, although from time to time it escaped her mouth that she wanted to go to therapy. This generated doubts within me, I tried to tell her on several occasions to consult with a professional and even recommended some. This never got anywhere.
Regardless of that, we were still getting along well, but one day things started to escalate to problematic levels. The girl started to become more unstable, and her behavior was strange with me. Some days she seemed angry with me, but other days she would start flirting with me behind her boyfriend's back and start suggestive, practically sexual conversations. She would tell me that I was better than her boyfriend at basically everything. This, although flattering, made me a little uncomfortable, and I told her so, but she told me it was just jokes, and after a while I made the serious mistake of playing along a few times.
A few weeks ago we had a project which consisted of handicrafts, something I was never very good at, so I asked her for help and she happily accepted and invited me to her house. We were working and chatting normally, until at a certain time of the night she went out and came back with a bottle. She started drinking, and for some reason I went with her to drink. We started asking each other questions about our past while drinking. I noticed that at some point she put more alcohol in my drink than hers, but I didn't think much of it at the time. We kept drinking and at some point we both ended up very intoxicated. She tried to make advances on me and I, in the state I was in, couldn't refuse her; we had sex that night.
When I sobered up and remembered all of this, I felt unimaginable, horrible guilt. I felt a hatred and disgust for myself that I could not describe. I felt I had failed my principles and had succumbed to desire and the most depraved part of my being. She texted me next morning and told me that she had enjoyed it so much despite not remembering much and that we were now accomplices to a "crime," as she called it. She talked so beautifully about that night that I didn't dare tell her how disgusted I was with myself about what we did. Days went by and she was still flirting with me behind her boyfriend's back, and I, like the idiot I am didn't stop her and just played dumb, sometimes even awkwardly playing along.
A few days ago, while I was studying, I got a call from the girl, but when I answered it was her boyfriend who spoke. He was furious and told me with many insults that if I approached her again, he was going to beat me, almost kill me, that he didn't care if he got expelled from the university, that the anger he felt reading the messages exchanged between me and his girlfriend was unimaginable. I felt a pain in my chest when I heard this. Frankly, I'm not afraid of fighting or being beaten up, I'm more afraid of being labeled as a horrible person who tried to steal someone's girlfriend. But what disturbs me most, as selfish as it sounds, is my self-perception after this situation. When I make mistakes like this and am naive, I am severely self-critical and for long periods of time, which doesn't do me any good emotionally and mentally and it shows in the weeks afterwards. I hate to make this about me, but I would be lying if I said that what terrifies me the most is not this.
Of course, I am still extremely worried about the girl, because her boyfriend really has many issues, and it scares me to think that she could still be psychologically abused. I also don't rule out the possibility that she has abused me and my trust, but I don't know, I'd be lying if I said that even if it were true I wouldn't still worry about her. But on the other hand, it might be a terrible idea for us to keep talking after this situation. Although really, I can't know, nor do I have the right to say what is in someone else's best interest.
I criticize the boyfriend a lot, but it's not like I'm better myself either, I'm also a shitty person and I've made serious mistakes in this whole story, that's why I'm here today. I would like to ask for advice on how I should cope with the situation, to see your opinion on the matter and to know how you would act from here. I am just a short time away from finishing the semester and will probably never see these two characters again in my life, however the burden on my conscience of the depraved and inconsiderate act I did and the appalling way I ended a generally positive year is eating away at my mind.
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2024.05.02 05:55 FileSilly Worked with another creator and he stole the content

I recently worked with a fellow content creator. he reaches out to me and I took his invite to work. I showed up at his hotel at discussed time and he had me waiting in the lobby for 25 mins. He brought me upstairs and he had been drinking, 1/3 bottle of tequila done, and proceeded to drink more. (red flag I know.) we discussed our outline, got him to sign a OF forms, mv form, ph form and took his picture with him holding his id.
he agreed to use 2 of his 4 phones to film, we had sex, he filmed it all, and after we were done he tried to airdrop it to me, it didnt work, we tried sending it to my number and it didnt work, I tried creating a shared photo album and it didnt work. he was inna rush to go somewhere so he I trusted him and left without receiving the content. (I know stupid.)
day later I text him, my email to send it- he said he will- no email received. I keep texting him cordially every two-four days or so to remind him to send me OUR content - a month goes by I had enough. I start subtweeting things about him and start dming him on all his platforms, nothing. I replied to a recent tweet he made and said “You should answer your dm’s you still haven’t sent me the content” and he finally responds- mad at me, calling me unprofessional, saying he doesn’t check his phone, then asks if I want to work again ¿ he said ill send you the content by next week the 15th-
I say “okay.”
Next week the 15th comes and goes and I don’t receive anything, I text him on the 17th “hey still haven’t gotten OUR content.” he replies a week later saying he emailed it to me I tell him “ send me a screenshot of the email you supposedly sent I have no clue what game you’re playing but this is super annoying. provide me with a screenshot of the email sent with the date present if you are telling the truth that you sent me OUR content. because as of thus far, i’ve yet to receive ANYTHING.”
he replies with
“not playing games” “should just come over and I’ll airdrop everything. It’s my bad should have just done that in the first place I could even give you a ride there and back I do feel bad about taking so long on the content lmk.”
what can I legally/non legally do in this situation? I do not care if I get the videos now - I dislike him so much after all this unprofessional and I want to warn people and still be compensated for these 2 months of back and fourth bs.
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2024.05.01 15:28 eZGjBw1Z New and Changed Products - May 2024 (More price increases than decreases)

Usually around the first of the month we have a batch of price changes. According to the "How to Become a Contract Liquor Agent" document, "The Agent must also complete price changes that occur at the first of the month..."
I plan to use this post to capture other smaller changes that happen during the rest of the month before the big change next month.
Counts for 5/1/24:
For each category I've sorted by the amount of the price increase or decrease. New products are shown first, then price decreases are shown in decreasing order followed by price increases in increasing order. At the end are products with other changes unrelated to price.
Here's a link to what changed last month in April, 2024.
Current product status is indicated on each line as follows. OHLQ hasn't publicly explained what these things mean but I've included my best guess below.

American Whiskey

Brandy

Canadian Whiskey

Cordial

Gin

Irish Whisky

Japanese Whiskey

Rum

Scotch

Tequila

Vodka

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2024.04.30 21:59 heydawn TODAY'S RECAP 4.30.2924

I tried several times to post this in the daily discussion thread, but I kept getting an error message. Sorry. I had to make it a separate post.

TODAY'S RECAP

Liam and Ivy connect and flirt. Deacon and Finn revive Sheila! Steffy and Hope do their frenemy shtick -- begrudgingly cordial with an undercurrent of snark.
I may have gotten some dialogue in scenes a bit out of order bc I didn't have time to check myself. But the gist of the scenes are right, I think. Please feel free to correct anything, any time.

Liam and Ivy at Il Giardino

(Liam is waiting. Ivy enters looking like a gorgeous, young Elizabeth Taylor).
Liam and Ivy: 😍Hi! Hi! 😍Hi! Hi! 💕🔥🩷 🥰🤗 (Hugs) It's been a loooong time! Yah. Long time. Too long. Mmm hmm.
Liam: Gah. Wow! Uh. Gah! 💕🔥 You look -- uh -- h-h-app-y. Yah. Happy. So happy. And B-BEAUTIFUL. What's your secret (💭 to your perpetual hotness? So h-o-t. 🔥 Still. More hot. Is that possible? Was she always this smoking hot? What was I smoking to let her go? Deep breath dude. Try to look chill).
So, uh, what brings you to LA?
Ivy: Just passing through, visiting Uncle Eric. I'm happy, busy in Sydney (💭 gave up my fake American accent that I tried on for a second).
Uncle Eric says there's an opening in the jewelry department (💭 since Quinn cheated on him and he cheated on her. I would have thought Uncle Eric would have dumped her sooner, since she tossed me off a bridge, but that Uncle Eric is so sweet and forgiving. I guess even he has his limits).
I'm not planning to move back (💭 unless you give me a reason to 😉😘), but never say never.
I still think about you a lot Liam 😍💕. (💭 Reddit collectively wonders WHY? Since he dumped you for Steffy as soon as she told him to). I wasn't sure you'd be interested in seeing me. (💭 I don't mind fishing for compliments. Ima put it all right out there! Why not?)
Liam: Of COURSE I want to see you. I-I-I uh.😍 Yeah. (💭 After all, I am in between waffles right now. Oh, and you're sooooo hot 🔥 and smiling at me like that. Whoa.)
Ivy: Sooooo. Ima get right to the point. How about someone from your past? (💭 I love messing with him just a little. 😏)
Liam: Wha? (💭 Whoa. She's blowing my mind right now). I - I - uh--
Ivy: Hope (💭 snicker 😀). Sorry (💭 not sorry) about you and Hope. Will you be getting back together now that Thomas left her?
Liam: Uh 😲 (💭 Did you really just come right tf out and ask me that?). I - uh. Nah. Are you kinda sorta maybe tryna -- uh -- flirt with me? (💭 I didn't expect all of this. Not complaining. Nooooooo. Hahaha. Yeah. Uh. Just surprised 😲).
Ivy: Yes Liam. I AM most definitely, positively, certainly, without a doubt FLIRTING like crazy WITH YOU, my dude. (leans in, smiling. 😍 💭 Ima reel him in right about now). Should I dial it back? 😉😘😏 Orrrr?
(Leans in and plants a big kiss👄💋 on Liam).

Steffy alone at FC

Steffy: (💭 What's up with you, Finn??? 🤔 Is Deacon getting under your skin with his idiotic theories? Let me flashback to yesterday morning and waste time replaying that discussion in my head, leaving me with the same questions that I have today. What's GOING ON WITH YOU, FINN? Huh? Geeee. I really wonder as I sit here in my high powered job doing nothing but tryna figure out what I don't know, but suspect is your preoccupation with Sheila. I'm preoccupied with your preoccupation. You see the ripple effect there? SHEILA is still looming over us, dang it!)
Enter Hope (with great hair today!)

Hope and Steffy at FC

Steffy and Hope: Hi (💭 Ugh. Hate you. 🫤) Hi. (💭 Blech. Hate you back. Deep breath. 😑)
Steffy: So, we're on target with HFTF. (💭 I hate to give her credit, but I guess I have to 😐).
Hope: Mmm hmm. So we're done? (💭 Yay!👏👏👏)
Steffy: Hold on there a minute. How are you? (💭 Smile. Pretend like you care). 😏
Hope: Uh. Fine. (💭 Wtf, last week I was trash, a slut, and a user, but today she wants to know how I'm doing?! Is she fucking kidding me right now? 🤨)
Steffy: How are you really doing? 🙂 (💭 This smile is less fake so you can tell me).
Hope: It's been an adjustment since Thomas and Douglas left (💭 one fucking hell of an adjustment, bitch, since you talked Thomas into taking my son and leaving me. 😤 But for reasons Reddit doesn't understand, I won't bring up the trash you talked about me to Thomas and right to my face. 😡)
Steffy: What about Liam? Are you talking? Are you making a play for Liam? (💭 Don't look at me like that. Everything is my business. I'd love to see you back with Liam and remove you as an option for Thomas. If you get back with Liam, I can tell my brother to come home. After all, I know what's best for him.)
Hope: (💭 Wow. Just wow. The balls on this bitch! 🤨) If you must know, we're talking more and getting over the resentment, which is good for Beth. This is really none of your (💭 fucking) business. Why don't you focus your considerable energy on FINN?! Hmm? (💭 And stay tf out of mine!)
Steffy: Oh. I AM. I'm totally all about MY FAMILY. Don't you worry about FINN. I just haven't been able to reach him today. Anyway, SHEILA's dead, so all is right in MY world. (💭 But, I have this nagging suspicion that his brain 🧠 is wrapped up in thoughts of SHEILA. Ugh. 🫤)
Hope: Well, I'm sure he's just with a patient, saving a life (💭 being an all around hot af super hero who you don't seem to appreciate. Consider yourself lucky, you nosey, interferring pain in my ass! ) Anyone in his care is in very capable hands (💭 and he has such masterful hands).
Steffy: (💭 This bitch is so annoying, tossing around compliments about MY husband). I KNOW! Gah.

Deacon and Finn with Sheila at the abandoned warehouse

Finn: (examining Sheila, taking her pulse, looking at her eyes) Mom? Mom? Mom?
Deacon: WELL? FINN! IS SHE ALIVE??? 🤨
Finn: Mom? Mom? Mom?
Deacon: Dude. Seriously. Wtf? Is she ALIVE??? (💭 I can hear Reddit hollering to call 911. So, come on dude!) HEY! LOOK! HER EYES!
(Sheila's eyes flutter. She starts to see blurry images. She sees blurry Finn. We see her leg chained ⛓️up in a leg iron).
Sheila: help (weak af 💭 OMFG. I thought I was dead).
Finn: She's malnourished and needs hydration and a hospital! 🏥 🚑 (💭 I've been in so much shock, I forgot how to doctor 🩺 for a moment 🫤)
Deacon: (bringing a bottle of water 💦) Hi sweetie, darling, honey girl! 💕 It's me. (Kisses dirty, stinky, half dead Sheila, with Finn looking on in shock 😲)
(Sheila takes a drink of water, sees blurry Deacon, and smiles. 🙂 💭 Relief. They're here to rescue me. I'm saved. I'm loved. 🩷).
The end.
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2024.04.30 19:23 YodaGunner13 Review #33 for 2024 — Hardin’s Creek Jacob’s Well II

Review #33 for 2024 — Hardin’s Creek Jacob’s Well II
Hardin’s Creek Jacob’s Well II
Distillery: Jim Beam
Proof: 109
Age: 211 months (17 years & 7 months)
Cost: 180
Preface: Man, I am so excited to finally land a bottle of this. Love what Beam is doing here, most likely combining their Jim Beam regular mashbill (Bookers, Knob Creek, etc) with their Old Granddad high rye mashbill (Basil Hayden, Old Granddad). Anywho, the am here for the liquid so let’s gooooo!
Presentation: neat in a rocks glass, rested 10 minutes
Nose: Amish root beer, fresh molasses and baking spices right off the first nose; deep charred oak with more rye spices; vanilla balanced by char and toffee; smells of dusty, old whiskey; very enticing nose that invites you in
Palate: lusciously full mouthfeel from the get go; hit by the root beer note and then blasted with simmering oak; oak forward moves to intense fruit and sweet flavors; cherry cordial and peach cobbler are balanced by the Beam peanut funk (so happy this is in here); caramel and rich vanilla toffee gives way to more cherry and peach cobbler and a hint of pipe tobacco; delicious, awesome, intense!
Finish: big time finish that explodes on the backend that is warming and lasting and fully into my chest; caramel and baking spices dominate the finish ever so pleasantly, balanced by the always present oaky barrel char; faint presence of licorice and then left with dancing cobbler notes, Wow
Score: 10/10
Thoughts: Wow! So enjoyable and such a fine example of aged whiskey! This is velvety smooth creating a luxurious and well balanced finish, can literally taste the age! Rich vanilla and barrel char and oak and spices, a special Jim Beam presentation! Must buy bottle and only my second 10/10 (GTS 2022)
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2024.04.29 16:54 Salmabutnotsalma Crippling depressive episode

So basically I'm just venting here because I'm feeling like shit. I have people who're trying to reach out but I doubt they'd get it. I'm in the midst of one of my worst depressive episodes, I haven't had such a long a long and tough episode in at least 2 years. I was diagnosed with bp2 3(?) years ago and was undiagnosed for 5 years before that, but then last SeptembeOctober (which is roughly the time I get my longest hypomanic ep each year) I had my first full blown manic episode, I stopped sleeping for days, was constantly distracted, started cooking all these different foods (I usually hate cooking with a passion) and never actually ate any of them, started 'fixing' things around the house and ended up burning my hand by accident (luckily first deg burns, most of them are healed by now).
Anyway when it was over the comedown was rough, and I don't remember most of it actually but then I had a (I wouldn't say normal since I stopped having those a while ago) somewhat cordial period where I was hypomanic for days then down for others, so the norm for me.
2.5 months ago though a depressive episode started, I could tell when it was coming so I wasn't surprised but at least I was slightly functional, I had bouts of energy on some days and waited for it to be over but it just got worse. I have been attached to bed for 3 weeks, no longer eating and either sleeping a disturbed 16h a day or not sleeping at all. I get up only to use the bathroom and go back and just lie there, sometimes I eat something sweet so I wouldn't fully blackout when I get up, I vape to calm myself down or help with my sleep but not enough for it to be a problem, I have a water bottle next to me that I refill whenever I get up. The effort to stretch my hand and get it is too much sometimes so I just lie here thirsty when the bottle is in my eyesight, I showered excessively for 4 days straight then couldn't for 9 days.
I got up 3 days ago, ate a full meal, made plans and thought well, that's the end of it, it's finally over (that's usually the telltale sign for me) but then a wave of nothingness washed over me and I returned to bed, I can't physically move, I started to get teary and irritable (was numb the past weeks), on days I have suicidal thoughts and others I'm just waiting for the wave to pass. It's just that I got the false alarm that this was passing many times, and now I started to give up, I feel that it will never be over, that now the episodes starting getting this bad again I'll spend the rest of my life feeling like this, there's no way out.
Like yesterday I took my melatonin gummies and slept early, thought yeah I might finally have a normal day and get up early, but then my sleep was disturbed as usual, I woke up like 5 times and when it was time to get up I just couldn't, I closed my eyes and couldn't sleep again. I do want this to be over, but my body won't comply neither will my brain. This illness surprises me everyday that the pit is deeper than whatever I'm imagining, there's no end in sight
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2024.04.28 20:13 Lord_Long_Rod Taking Down 18’ Tall Horny Gay Bigfoot!!

As you know, I have a crazed, 18’ tall, horny homosexual Bigfoot that has followed me home and is staking out my house, looking to bone me against my will. I brought uncle Roy home with me from a family Thanksgiving gathering so he could help me slaughter the beast. Round one has come and gone, with the Sasquatch still alive (though there were 2 fatalities, but we will not dwell on them).
Roy saw the massive creature and thought that we may need some help. So he called a couple of folks he knows to round up some guns and come down. One of them is an Iraqi War vet with substantial skill and grit. His name is Skull Crusher. The other one is a nefarious loner known only as Johnny Murder. Once the reinforcements arrive, we will devise a plan for killing the tormenting monster.
At noon the next day the cavalry arrived. Skull Crusher (he asked to be referred to as “SC”) arrived in a surplus Hummer painted desert camo. Johnny Murder arrived on an old, straight-piped Harley Dyna. He asked to be called “Murder”. I have to say that both SC and Murder looked like a couple of bad hombres.
SC wore fatigue pants and a camo wife-beater top. He was covered in patriotic tats and obviously works out a lot given how huge he is. I made the mistake of commenting on his build, then asking about his workout routine. SC said “Hell, I got nothing else to do all day besides sitting there and waiting for my parole hearing.” I asked when he was released from prison. He said that his parole hearing is scheduled for next year, but that when Murder told him what was up with this Sasquatch, he had Murder arrange for an “early release”, then he laughed. Then SC said “Don’t worry, though. As far as the marshals know, I am heading up to Wisconsin to settle an old score with my ex-Wife. They got no idea that I am in Georgia.”
Then Murder walked up. He is tall and lean and wearing a long, black trench coat with the sign of Baphomet sewn into the back of his coat. He has long, black hair and his finger nails are painted black. I attempted to be cordial to my guest, saying “Hey, Murder, I want you to know that I appreciate you getting SC out of jail to help out on this job. Murder turned and looked at me, then paused for an awkwardly long moment. Finally, Murder said “I am Satan, and I am here to do the Devil’s work.” Then he continued unpacking the saddlebags on his bike.
I decided to have a word with Roy. I found him in my recliner, drinking some of my top shelf, 18 year old, single malt scotch straight from the bottle, and watching The Weather Channel on my TV. When Roy saw me he said “Boy, look at that thar hot blond weather bunny on the TV! Have you ever seen sech a hot piece of ass? I’d stick my cock so far up her pussy that it would come out her mouth! A simultaneous fuckin and a blow job in one!! Heh heh heh...”
I said “Roy, the guys are here. I met them. SC was in prison, and Murder busted him out to come here. Oh, and Murder thinks he is Satan.” Roy just kept watching the weather bunnies jiggle on TV and said “uh huh, yeah”.
The television cut to commercials and Roy directed his attention to me. He said, “Look Son, we all make mistakes, even you do. So what if Skull Crusher got into a little scrape-up in a dive bar? He’s a good guy, I knowed his pappy. They is good people. He sure as hell did not kill anyone, at least not there.”
I asked Roy what the story is on Johnny Murder. Roy casualty said “Old Johnny is a Satanist, through and through. He ain’t one of them faggot Anton Lavey, Church of Satan, Satanists either. He is the real deal. Hell, I once seen him conjure up old Lucifuge hisself right in his living room. It was some right wild shit.”
Flustered, I said “Roy ... what the fuck?!? These 2 guys are trainwrecks! An escaped convict and a weird Satanist?!? How in the hell are THEY going to help us kill Bigfoot?!?”
Roy appeared to be growing impatient with me. He glared at me. Then he raised his right hand and pointed at me as he said “Those boys are exactly what we need. They is exactly what YOU need right now. Those fellers are distributors fer the meth I cook up and sell fer a pretty penny. They is loyal to me and will do whatever I tell them to do!” I pays ‘em damn well and I take care of ‘em. Jest trust me, son. Trust that yer old uncle Roy knows what he’s a’doin’.”
I responded, “Ok, Roy. You know I trust you and your judgment. If you think we need these particular guys, then I am all in with ya.” Roy nodded curtly in approval, then told me to call the boys into the house for a sit-down meeting.
The four of us sat around my kitchen table. Roy did most of the talking. He started out by thanking Skull Crusher and Murder for coming. He said “Fellers, this here be my nephew. Like his old Uncle Roy, Bud likes to dabble in Bigfooting. During the course of said dabbling, Bud here inadvertently turned on a huge gay Bigfoot that is aching to rape him with a massive woody. Now, I dun seen this here critter’s pecker, mind ya. No man could survive a thumpin’ from this beast. His goddamn schlong is about 40” long when stiff, and big around as a paint can. So, ya see, if this fag foot gets hold of Bud, then old Bud is a goner.”
Skull Crusher spoke up. He asked “What happened to cause this animal to get so riled up? I spoke up and said “I made a mistake. I was gifting with a clan of Sasquatch and then, I just fucked up and provoked it.”
Roy interrupted and bluntly said, “Old Bud here decided to whip out his pecker and jerk off right in the middle of the goddamn woods, then he dropped his load right smack dab in the spot where the Bigfoots had been leaving gifts fer him.”
At hearing this, Skull Crusher did a facepalm and Mr. Murder looked down as he shook his head from side to side. I tried to explain myself, but Roy shut me down, saying “Look, son, the past is the past. You dun fucked up, and now that critter is a’comin fer ya.”
Roy continued, “Ya see, my wingnut nephew here has got a problem keeping his dick in his pants. Jest last night I seen him jacking off in this here kitchen, and then watched him putting the fuck-moves on his neighbor lady. Hell, Bud’s raging labido got that poor woman kilt last night!”
Again I interjected, “No, you shooting her in the head is what got her killed.” I looked around at the others and said “Roy shot Mrs. Jenkins in the head, TWICE!!”
Roy then unloaded his side of the story, and I told mine. At the conclusion it was clear that the others believed that I was totally at fault for the Sasquatch and both homicides. Murder said “Dude, you do not try to fuck a bitch while your uncle is outside with just a couple of pistols trying to kill a dangerous animal... an animal YOU brought here!” Skull Crusher chimes in, “Bud, old Roy saved your life. It’s unfortunate that this Jenkins woman had to die but, you know, hindsight is 20/20.” Roy then repeated the last part, saying “Hindsight is 20/20.”
Obviously, I was surrounded in my own house by mental patients. But what else could I do? I decided that I better listen to them. Seeing the need to move forward, Roy said “Ok, ok, we now all know that Bud is a degenerate sex freak. But that don’t mean I want to see my kin raped to death by a gorilla. We need to devise us up a plan to murder that Bigfoot, and fast! That thing will most likely be back tonight!”
Roy continued, “Ok, now listen up, this here’s the plan. That big old bastard ape likes to stand just off Bud’s back patio at night, jest outa the light, and jack it while he watches Bud through the window. Tonight, we is gonna triangulate on this Bigfoot. Johnny, you is gonna be on the roof with that .50 cal. Skull Crusher, you and me is gonna be in the trees out a bit from the patio with our fiddy cals and grenades.”
Alarmed, I spoke up. “Grenades?!? What the fuck?!? You’ll blow up my house!!!” Roy looked at me and made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “You got insurance”, Roy said. I protested, saying “It won’t cover jack-shit if I am throwing grenades around my house!!”
At this point Murder stood up and said “Fuck this pussy! Let that critter rape the ungrateful bastard. C’mon, Skull, let’s get out of here.” Both Murder and Skull Crusher stood up like they were walking out. Roy held up his hands and said, “Whoa now, boys. You ain’t goin nowhar. Sit yer sorry asses down.” They both complied. Then Roy turned his scorn on me.
Roy said, “Now, boy, I am jest going to say this once. I am in charge here. If’n you ain’t gonna be a team player in this here endeavor then the three of us can jest pack our shit and leave it to ya. Understand? This here house ain’t gonna do you any good if’n you dead.”
I nodded. Then Roy said “No more Bullshit! You do as I say. You hear?” I said “Yes Sir”. Roy responded “You Goddamn right, Yessir!!” Then he pulled off his hillbilly hat and hit me over the head with it.
Roy continued on with the plan. Murder, you is up on the roof top. Skull, you and I is high up in the trees with our rifles and grenades.
Skull Crusher asked how high up in the tree he had to be. Roy told him at least 30 feet up. Skull said “Goddamn, Roy! How big is this thing?” Roy told him that by his estimate this Bigfoot is around 18 feet tall. Murder and Skull looked at each other with wide eyes.
Then Skull said “Uh, Roy, we may have a problem.” Roy asked him what he meant. Skull looked a little uneasy and then sheepishly said “Uh, I’m scared of heights.” Roy paused then asked “What?”. Skull Crusher repeated that he is scared of heights.
Before our meeting I had brewed us some coffee. I had a cup. I gave Skull and Murder both cups of coffee, as well as a cup for Roy. Of course, Murder pulled out a flask of what I assumed to be liquor and spiked his and Skull’s coffee. They passed the flask to Roy. Old Roy just dumped all his coffee out on my kitchen floor and dumped the remainder of the flask in his coffee cup.
Uncle Roy seemed a bit perturbed at Skull Crusher and his revelation that he is scared of heights. As Roy started shaking his head and muttering “Goddamn it” under his breath, Skull said “It ain’t my fault, Roy. It’s a phobia.” That drove Roy over the edge.
Roy snatched his coffee cup and slung it at Skull Crusher. The cup shattered against Skull Crusher’s head. Then Roy stood up and flew into a rage. Skull grabbed his head in pain as blood rolled down his face. Roy started screaming at Skull Crusher, “You goddamn little faggot pussy!!! SCARED OF HEIGHTS?!?! You WILL be scared of heights when I put my boot up yer worthless ass. I’ll kick your ass right up that thar tree, you pathetic worm!!! NOW YOU IS GONNA MAN-UP AND SHIMMY RIGHT UP THAT GODDAMN TREE LIKE I AM OR I WILL RIP OFF THAT EMPTY HEAD OF YOURS AND SKULL FUCK YOU!!!! GOT IT?!?”
Skull Crusher sheepishly nodded yes. Roy said “Scared of heights... that’s the goddamn dumbest thang I ever dun did hear. What are you, a faggot?” Skull responded, “No sir.” Then Roy glared at Skull and called him a “cunt”.
Unfortunately, Roy was not yet done. He continued, “I’m glad I don’t pay no goddamn taxes. If’n I did then I would be right pissed to know that I wuz paying a sissy like you to go over there to Afghanistan to kick them Muslim rag-heads’ asses.”
Poor old Skull Crusher was obviously not used to being spoken to in such a manner. He then stupidly said to Roy “There ain’t no trees in Afghanistan.” Roy immediately grabbed my coffee cup to hurl at Skull Crusher. I grabbed Roy’s arm to stop him from hitting Skull again and then pleaded with Roy, “Roy! Don’t!! He said he would climb the tree. It’s ok, He’s going to do it!!”
Roy finally calmed down and composed himself. He then resumed with the plan. Roy said “OK. So Murder is on the roof, over the patio. Skull and me are in the trees, THIRTY FEET UP (Roy glared at Skull Crusher as he said this), and we are armed with our fiddy cals and throwin’ grenades.”
Roy then turned his attention to me. “Bud, you is gonna be the bait again, seein’ as how this here critter has got the hots fer ya. This here is what you is a’gonna do. You is gonna drag this here kitchen table over to those sliding winder doors so this Bigfoot will have a good view of ya. Then, you is a’gonna drop your drawers and bend over the table, with yer ass pointing to the window so the that horny Sasquatch will get hisself a ragin boner. Basically, you is gonna set yer self up like you is a wantin an ass-bangin.”
At this point I had no will to to object to anything Roy said. I just nodded yes. Roy saw my concern, but seemed to respect my compliance, so he said “Don’t worry now, son. We will be right outside.”
Roy explained that the horny Bigfoot will probably be agitated after last night’s encounter. But with my bare ass sticking up at the glass sliding doors, the creature will see it then get all distracted by its horniness, causing it to drop its guard and approach. The goal, Roy explained, was to lure it into the kill box so that the three of them on the outside of the house will each have close-range shots will their .50 cal rifles.
Roy said to me “Now, Bud, I want you wiggling that ass. Shake it. Slap it. Finger yer self. You got to get the animal turned on.” I heard snickering and looked up to see both Skull Crusher and Murder trying unsuccessfully to conceal their giggling.
Roy asked “Any questions?” We all said no. Then Roy said “One More thang. Bud, this here is fer you”, then he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a tube of K-Y jelly, a lubricant. Both Skull Crusher and Murder started laughing hysterically. Roy said “Don’t mind these boys. If somethang goes wrong and that beast gets to ya, well, it will be best If’n you are lubed up really well.”
Night came. Roy and Skull Crusher climbed into position up their trees, and Murder was on the roof. At exactly 6:00 pm I was to enter the kitchen, do a strip tease, then assume the wanton position, bare assed and bent over the kitchen table. I figured I would lube myself up while in position, as sort of an erotic prelude used to attract the Sasquatch.
6:00 pm came and I assumed the position. I did everything Roy told me to do. I felt like a total fag, but I knew it was my job as bait. I applied the lube, seductively, shook my ass, and even did finger stuff. I felt ridiculous. I started wondering how long I would have to keep this up. It already started to feel like a fucking eternity. Frankly, it is rather uncomfortable to reach around to finger one’s own anus. But I kept at it. Wondering how long this could possibly go on, I glanced at the clock on my wall. It was 6:09 pm. Goddamn it!!
All four of us had Bluetooth headsets on so we could communicate. After a few more minutes Roy spoke to me over the head set, saying “Bud, I will tell you when I hear the Sasquatch approaching. When I give the word you start wiggling your ass and fangering yerself.” I replied, “Roy, I have already been doing it for the past 20 minutes, just like you said.” Roy said “Goddamn, Boy, you is one degenerate pervert, aren’t ya?” Then Murder chimed in and called me a “fag”.
Shortly afterward I heard from Roy again. “He’s here, approaching from the south, approaching my position from the rear. Get to the finger-fucking, Bud. Here he comes. Murder, Skull, you copy?” Murder and Skull checked in and were both locked and loaded.
But the beast did not approach. After several minutes Roy said “Somethang is wrong. That sumbitch took up position behind me. He is not approaching. I don’t think it can even see Bud in its position.” I asked Roy if he is sure it was our target. Roy replied, “Hell Yeah, I’m sure. I saw it’s silhouette and heard its footsteps. I can feel it’s footsteps up here in the tree, that thing is HUGE!”
For whatever reason, the animal was not approaching, and it was not even close to the kill box. Maybe it caught the boys’ scent, I am not sure.
Then Roy called me. He said, “Boy, I hate to do this, but you is gonna have to come outside. It caint see ya from its position. Turn on your porch light and come outside so it can see you. Oh, and chub up first. I want ya to come out to the patio and jack-off in the light. That will surely draw the monster into the kill box!”
I knew there was no point in objecting, so I did as Roy commanded. At this point in my life I can pretty much just will myself to produce an erection. I just hold my breath, squeeze my fists, and push. BAMMO!! There it is!!
I walked out onto the patio, which cock at full mast. I walked out into the light and put my left leg up on a chair in a kind of Captain Morgan pose, bare ass naked, and started stroking my prick. I heard Skull Crusher over my head-set say “Goddamn, Bud is hung like a horse!”
Then I decided to improvise. I started pumping my hips to thrust my wang through my hand and saying shit out loud like “Oh yeah, look at this big cock! I wish I had someone to help me handle this meat!” Roy spoke to me through my head set, saying “You is doing great Boy!! Let it all hang out!!”
I have a metal table sitting on my patio. I use it for holding my grill and smoker tools, and to set my shit on when I am sitting out there smoking cigars. I said “Look at this, big boy”, and started banging my dong on that metal table. It made a hell of a racket! If That Bigfoot had not noticed me yet, it had now. Then I started drumming the table with my boner. I was drumming the opening drum sequence from Van Halen’s “Hot For Teacher” with my cock when all of a sudden came this ungodly roar!
It was the Bigfoot!! The roar was deep and loud. I could feel it in my chest. It was like the roar from an African buck lion, but times 10. It was like the Sasquatch was standing right there on the patio with me, even though it was a good 100 or so yards away in the woods behind my house.
Then came the unmistakable sound of footsteps. They were fucking loud, and you could feel the earth trembling at the beast’s weight. It was coming. A voice came over my head-set. It was Roy telling me to get back in the house. I retreated into the house, sitting down in a chair in front of my glass sliding door, cock proudly standing at attention like a flagpole. My right hand was behind my back so the approaching beast could not see that I was holding my Ruger .480 revolver.
The bastard had a clear view of me as it walked toward my house, looking out through the window I began to see trees swaying. I surmised that the trees were being pushed to the side by the approaching giant. Even in the house I could hear, and feel, it’s footsteps. I heard “FOOF! FOOF! FOOF! FOOF!!”. It was getting closer and closer. I heard Roy say “Here it comes. Hold yer fire until it gits into the kill box. I’ll give the word.”
Then I saw it. It was HUGE!!! 18’ tall is conservative. It was as big around as a pickup truck. It’s eyes glowed a fiery red, and it’s hands were are big as a La-Z-Boy recliner! And, yes, it had a hard-on. It was just as big as Roy said. It was huge, throbbing, and glowing red. In fact, you could actually SEE the pulsating caused by every heartbeat of this animal.
The monstrous ape saw me sitting there, just inside the sliding glass door, naked and hard. It stopped, then gingerly moved forward. I am scared fucking senseless at this point, waiting for the shooting to start. The monster knelt down onto my patio so that it could gaze at me through the glass. It’s fucking head was as big as a VW Bug, and it’s eyes were solid black and the size of beach balls.
The thing was as hairy as a Mexican woman, and it smelled just as bad. As it knelt down to look at me, it seemed to exhibit a certain degree of intelligence and self-awareness. Though absolutely scared stiff, I was curious. What was this animal seeing? What was it thinking. And for the love of God, why wasn’t anyone shooting?!?
Staring at the Bigfoot, something unexpected happened. It smiled at me. It was not malevolent in any way. It was a kind smile. Dare I say, it was a loving smile. Maybe this was about more than rape. Maybe this thing really did have a crush on me!
The beast then slowly brought around its right hand and held out a rose bush that appears to have been pulled out of the ground. The Sasquatch was actually giving me roses!!! I could not believe it!!! This was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for old Bud! I could not help but smile. I was flattered! I looked up into those big black eyes and looked at them through my misty eyes. The communication was unspoken: I loved the flowers and was opening my heart to this big beast.
I still do not understand exactly what happened to me in that moment. Perhaps I was influenced by infrasound produced by the animal and it’s gigantic, throbbing fuck-stick. Or maybe I was genuinely smitten. I was not myself, I can tell you that for a fact. Suddenly, my gaze turned to the monsters throbbing Member.
Then all hell broke loose! BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!!! The hellish reports from those .50 BMGs were deafening!! The beast stood up immediately. It was so tall I could not really see what it was doing. I flipped the kitchen table on its side and took up a defensive position behind it, raising my pistol hand and readying for combat.
Something flies past the window and splatters onto my patio. It was Murder!! Given the amount of blood that spewed out of him he was dead. Then comes another thud. I call out for Roy on my head-set. “ROY!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT THERE?!?!” Roy Shot back “Murder is dead. So is Skull Crusher.”
Then Roy asked “You got that .480 on ya, boy?” I said I did. Roy said “Well, things ain’t going so well out here. You may want to just go ahead and bow out, son.” I asked, “What?!?”. Roy said, “Just eat a bullet, son. Trust me, it will be far better than how you will die If’n this here monster gits a’holda ya.” I then hear a volley of .50 BMG gunfire from outside. I said to myself “Fuck this!”, and storm outside.
Murder’s body is cut in half and splattered all over my patio. Blood and guts are everywhere. Skull Crusher’s lifeless body is hanging upside down from a high tree limb. His safety strap got tangled around his ankle, and that is what’s holding him up in the tree. Then I see Roy, standing up on a high tree limb, like a monkey, holding his .50 cal at his hip with one arm and feeding it ammo from a belt with the other arm. He is firing like Rambo! BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM!!!!!!
The Bigfoot is swatting at Roy, but cannot quite reach him. It wants to knock over the tree so it can get to Roy, but every time it tries Roy pops it with his .50 cal. This is making the monster very agitated.
I screamed at the monster as loud as I could. It turned and saw me standing there. As soon as I had its attention I turned and dropped to my knees, as if to say “come on in”. Well, that pushed the old gay ape over the edge. It dropped to its knees, looking at me. Roy saw what was going on and stopped firing.
Then the ape made its first mistake. It puckered up its lips, closed it’s eyes, and moved in toward me. Clearly, it wanted a kiss. “How fucking pathetic is THIS?”, I thought.
It got its face right up next to mine. Then I said “Hey, bitch, look at this.” When it opened it’s eyes, I could see my reflection in its left eye. It was me pointing my .480 at the monster. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!!! I unloaded the large bore revolver into the beast’s eye!
It recoiled in horror, crying out in pain. I heard Roy on my head-set say “Bud, grenades...”, so I leapt up and fled. But just then 2 explosions let loose, close together, BAM-BAM!!! The conclusion blew me off my feet. I went flying, but landed ok. I immediately heard, through the ringing in my ears, Roy’s .50 BMG rattling off more shots.
I turned around and saw that the big old Bigfoot was blown to pieces. Half of its fucking face was gone. Roy was pumping it full of lead, with each bullet causing an explosion of blood and bloody flesh every time they struck. Nonetheless, the behemoth fought on.
Then I caught a glimpse of something. It was Mr. Murder’s .50 BMG Barrett. I pick it up and check the mag, 10 shots in the mag. I thought to myself “WTF?!? Murder never even fired his weapon!!” But I would have to reflect on this later. I sprinted into action.
As the Sasquatch has all of its focus on Roy, I sneak up behind it, positioned the rifle’s muzzle right up the thing’s asshole and pulled the trigger 3 times in quick succession. BAM! BAM! BAM!! The animal grabbed its ass with both hands and went down to its knees. It was howling in pain.
I flanked the animal and got in front of it. It was in such pain it did not even notice me. Then I take aim on the Bigfoot’s balls. BAM!! They explode like an oversized watermelon. Then, just for the fuck of it, I took aim and blew off its dick. Blood spurted from the remaining stump like a fire hose!!
Now the animal was moaning and it’s eyes were rolling up in its head. I took aim and fired the remaining cartridges into the animals head. Clearly, the bullets penetrated the thick skull, as bloody brain matter was blasted out of its head every time I shot. The .50 cal absolutely shredded its brain. Then, with a loud thud, the beast fell over, deader than a Kennedy!
Roy climbed down the tree and came up running. “Goddamn it, boy!! You dun did it!!! You kilt that fuckin critter!!! I softened it up a might, but you stepped it up like a man and MURDERED that motherfucker!!! Damn, Son, that is the biggest damn Bigfoot critter I ever dun see!!” Clearly, Roy was excited.
Roy said, “Let’s git us a drank, boy! You earned it! Oh, and put on some goddamn clothes already.” As we are walking toward the house I catch sight of something. I tell Roy to go on ahead and pour me a drink, that I will be there in a moment. So he goes on ahead.
I walk over to the object I spied. As I thought, it was Skull Crusher’s BARRETT .50 BMG rifle. I released the magazine and took a look. 10 rounds were present. This means that, just like with Mr. Murder, Skull Crusher’s rifle was never fired. I carried the rifle to my back door, leaned it up against the door frame and entered my house.
I found Roy standing behind my bar in my living room, pouring drinks. He looks up with me with a smile. Then he asks “Damn, boy, you had a hard dick all this time? Jesus Christ!Cover that thang up!!”
I walked up to the bar, took my glass of scotch, and took a sip. Then I asked Roy what happened out there. Roy said, “Look, son, I ain’t gonna tell you again, go put on some pants and quit prancing around here like a faggot.” Roy had a point, so I went and got dressed.
When I returned, Roy was sitting by the fire sipping whiskey. He looked at me and smiled, all snaggle toothed. He said “There’s my boy!!” I picked up my scotch and sat down next to Roy.
I again asked him what happened out there. Roy said “What happent? What happent is that you dun went and killed a record Sasquatch!!” I said “NO. WHAT HAPPENED? I checked Murder’s and Skull’s rifles and no shots were fired. WHY DIDN’T YOU GIVE THE ORDER TO SHOOT?!?”
Roy takes out his pipe, stuffs it, tamps it, then lights it. I know what he is doing. First, he is collecting his thoughts as he prepares his pipe. Second, he is getting ready to tell me something. I decided to let him take his time telling me.
After a couple puffs on his pipe, Roy began. “Son, sometimes we do thangs in life fer many purposes. For example, when I seen how big this sumbitch Bigfoot was, I knew I needed my old fiddy-cal shootin iron. But I left it up in Sasquatch Hollar. So I needed someone to retrieve it fer me. So I called up old Johnny Murder.”
“Johnny sed he would, but he wuz a’busy bustin old Skull Crusher outa the pokey. I told him, hell, bring him along wit ya. Nobody will think to look fer him down here in Georgia.”
“Ya see, boy, old Skull Crusher got hisself inta sum trouble. I knowed that DA wuz a’gonna dangle reduced sentence deals in front of his dumb ass if he agreed to spill his guts about my liquor and meth operations. This put old Roy in a spot.”
“Now, I doubt Skull Crusher would have turned on me, but why take a chance? So I up and ordered Johnny Murder to bust him outa prison and bring him to me. That wuz right before Thanksgiving. Then all this drama with yer Bigfoot came up. I figured, why not kill 2 birds with one rifle?”
“I got them 2 sumbitches down here under the guise of hunting down and killing this critter. I needed my fiddy, mind you. But I needed those assholes here too. I had to tie up loose ends.”
So while we wuz on point, and those 2 boys were distracted by that thar Bigfoot, I shot old Skull Crusher in the head, then I shot Johnny Murder in the head cuz he wuz a witness.”
Old Roy was smiling as he told me this, like he was really happy with himself for what he did. I said “Goddamn, Roy, I was almost fucking killed and you were distracted by business.” Roy said “Yeah, but I wuz here fer ya, weren’t I? If’n I tweren’t Out thar blasting away at that critter then you never would have been able to move in and kill it!”
Roy had a point. I said, “You were here for me Roy, and I appreciate it. I really do.” Roy nodded. I said “Well, I guess we need to get rid of a couple more bodies. You want to gut and carve up the Bigfoot for meat?” Roy said, “Hell yeah!! I’ll eat off that big thang fer the winter.” He asked if I wanted some of the meat, and I said no.
I look over at Roy and say, “I love you, Uncle Roy.” Roy looked at me and replied, “Don’t be a fag, son.”
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2024.04.28 08:53 vbloke Dandelion & Burdock recipe tweak

After making another batch and comparing it to the Mr Fitzpatrick's version, I realised that, whilst the recipe I'd posted earlier was fantastic, it lacked a certain "brightness" that the other one had.
A little more research brought me to the addition of a small amount of good quality peppermint extract which complimented the aniseed and molasses flavours and really added another level of flavour to the cordial.
I've added that to the recipe below.
Recipe:
Method
Put the water, star anise, dandelion and burdock roots in a pan and bring to a gently simmer for 20-30 minutes. The water should turn murky brown.
Filter through a coffee filter to remove all the fine debris. The roots will have absorbed some water, so top up with some filtered water to get to 500ml.
Add the liquid back to a clean pan and add 1 tablespoon molasses, the vanilla, peppermint, citric acid and sugar.
If the liquid has cooled, heat gently to around 40-50C to dissolve the sugar and molasses.
Add the caramel colouring and stir through (optional, but gives you that lovely dark colour).
Cool and bottle - you should get just over a litre. Let it age for a week in a cool, dark place for best flavour, but you can dilute and drink once it's cooled if you like.
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2024.04.26 12:39 Capnmcquacken Knife-Gun-Hotsauce (Rock Paper Scissors)

(Not a server, cook)
Things to know
Our restaurant doesn't have a traditional setup. You order with the bartenders and pick up your food from the kitchen.The kitchen is kind of "Open air". There's literally just a chest high wall dividing the kitchen from the guests. On that wall we have a whole selection of hot sauces lined up for people to use. We are a hotspot in this town.
The Story
It was a Wednesday night which is usually pretty slow. We close at 10, but if it's reeeeeal slow we may close down early. We started cleaning the kitchen as if we were closing down around 7:30 and by 9:00 we were pretty much ready to mop the floors and leave.
I went to the bathroom. 8 minutes later I come back and my coworker is livid "These fucking people" then he points towards the front. There's like 8 or 10 people decided where to sit.
He says "I already told the bartender we were closed, so limited menu." He and I never talked about closing early that night, just getting the cleaning done. Whatever, cool. They order their food and there's like 17 items, all simple tacos with like chips and salsa.
The whole time we are making food he's audibly talking trash, which I somewhat go along with "Yeah this sucks man" but he's cursing and insulting them at a level where they "Probably" hear it.
I ring their buzzer, they come up for their food, I start handing out plates. The main guy of the group is like 6'4", looks like he works out every day, I'm a big dude and I wouldn't wanna piss this guy off. This guy tells me "Yeah were missing a lot of tacos, we ordered 10 pork and 10 chicken." It's not on his ticket, so he pulls a hand written list of food from his pocket to prove that's what he wanted. My coworker says "Oh a little piece of paper, that's nice your still gonna have to pay for the tacos."
I'm trying to be cordial and get them their food so we can wrap it up, so I tell him we'll get it made for you just talk with the bartender and get payed up, cool?
They walk away and we start making food again and my coworker gets even louder "These fucking fuckers come in after the kitchens closed and then complain..." blah blah blah We found out they were there eating after a funeral.
The guy is talking to the bartender and I need to know if he wants cheese, so I wave him over.
I ask "Hey man, you want cheese on these?"
He says "Yeah cheese on my traditional" looks at my coworker and says "And you can stop running your fucking mouth, we just got out of a funeral were just trying to eat."
Coworker amps up "Oh MY FUCKING BAD WE WERE ALREADY CLOSED. YOU'RE LUCKY WE'RE MAKING YOUR FOOD ANYWAY. WHO CARES YOU ARE COMING FROM A FUNERAL, DID YOU DIE?"
Then it becomes "I'm gonna come back there and whoop your ass." coworker picks up a knife "I fucking dare you come back here bitch it'll be the last thing you do, I'll get my gun and put two in your chest."
I shake off the shock, run over and just put my hand on the arm with the knife and try to get him to calm him down.
A few more words are exchanged then (remember that wall I talked about?) The guy grabs a Louisiana hot sauce bottle, HUGE BOTTLE and whips it across the wall. Hits my coworker in the head. Bottle explodes, hot sauce everywhere.
My coworker takes off towards the back, I can only assume for his gun. I go after him. All the way through the back of the restaurant there is blood trailed on the floor, blood on the lowboys. I find my friend by the office just gushing blood from his head holding his phone. Apparently he didn't have his gun and just called the cops.
The mother of the group followed me back and is hysterical "We just came from my moms funeral, we just wanted to eat..." just understandably angry and ranting. The guy comes back right after her, with his hand behind his back....he had a broken hot sauce bottle ready to finish the job I guess. They see the phone, put two and two together and realize the cops are on the way. We get them to leave.
Cops and paramedics show up and it's just a mad house, the bartender is crying because my coworker was already talking shit to her before all this happened. The medics sit my coworker down and start tending to this huge wound on his head.
Then this homeless guy that comes around walks up, points to the table full of food and says "Can I get togo boxes?" I say "No Anthony get the fuck out of here!"
Coworker got fired, naturally, but came back for his things and his check and was talking like he did nothing wrong and this all happened unprovoked and just trying to make himself look good. Then talks shit about me and the bartender after he realized everyone already heard the real story from us. K if you read this I love you homie, were still cool, but dude.
When you play Knife-Gun-Hotsauce no one wins.
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