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[OT] The Things We Left Behind.

2024.05.16 02:08 Figuarus [OT] The Things We Left Behind.

This is the first time I have written something of this length, and is more of an exercise in self-therapy than anything else. Disclaimer: This story contains conversations about child abuse. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy it.
Nathan’s number appeared on my phone screen. I debated whether or not to answer it. We hadn’t been on speaking terms for a while, and while we did keep in touch sporadically, it was usually because of important family issues. I didn’t know of anything happening with mom or dad, nor with Talia or Rio, so I let it go to voicemail. I could always call him back later. I placed the phone back in my pocket, and returned to cleaning my camera. The phone buzzed again. A text message came through. I read the preview line from the home screen. “The city declared eminent domain on the house” I unlocked my phone, read the full text message, and dialed my brother.
I wasn't able to get any closer to the house than a few blocks. Most of the area was blocked off with chain link fencing and construction equipment in preparation for the demolition that was supposed to take place within the coming days. The barriers didn’t prevent people from walking in to the neighborhood, but it hindered scrappers from coming in and stripping the houses of copper wiring and plumbing.
I grabbed my camera bag out of the trunk of my car along with my tripod. I shouldered it and hooked the tripod to my bag. I pulled my water bottle out of the center console and shut the door. I stood next to my car surveying the neighborhood. 12 city blocks of old single family homes comprised the neighborhood where I grew up. Some of the houses had been empty for months, others for years. There was an eerie silence that permeated the still air. I could not hear the familiar sounds of people, pets, or cars. I locked the car and put my keys in my pocket. I patted my jacket down to ensure I had what I needed. After a quick check, I started my walk.
The sidewalk of the old neighborhood streets still bore the familiar cracks and grind marks from years of buckling and remedy. Leaves dropped by the trees still lay scattered all along the pathways and sidewalk. Korina’s house was the first house I encountered as I made my way through a gap in the fence. The yard was overgrown with tall grass and thistle. I could see the faded blue paint of the old house contrasting the green and browns of the lawn. The chain link fence that marked off the corner property was nearly invisible through the thick brush. As I continued walking west towards 110th, I started to feel something was off. The streets seemed wider than I remembered. It took me longer than I’d like to admit, but eventually I realized what was different. There were no cars.
The streets here typically had cars lined bumper to bumper in any spot available, and were visible from block to block. The absence of all these vehicles made me realize just how deserted the neighborhood really was. House after house, yard after yard, the telltale signs of desertion reinforced what I could see from the moment I passed the construction fence: This was no longer my neighborhood. There were no signs of life, and no one I could expect to find still here. Abandonment was the new normal here. I continued on, glancing at houses and recalling memories of summer bike rides, and daily walks with dogs I used to have. I remembered walks home from school, and chasing after ice cream trucks when they passed our houses. I smiled a bit as I remembered more and more of my years spent here. I don’t quite know just why I was smiling. There were plenty of bad memories here too. Fights, yelling, being beat up, being robbed. I could remember failed friendships, lost loves, and bitter feelings of failures too.
Still, I felt a certain amount of nostalgia despite the weight of these negative feelings. I almost wanted to experience everything again, although I wasn't sure why I was feeling this way. Concrete, asphalt, billboards and liquor stores were the normal vistas of everyday life. Occasionally, after a good rainstorm, the grey haze of smog would lift, and the mountains would be visible to the north. At least, they would be visible until mid-morning when the exhaust from a million cars covered them behind a veil of pollution.
It wasn’t until the first time I travelled out of the city that I realized there was more to see. Traveling up the coast north along the Pacific Coast Highway introduced me to scenes of deep blue ocean water spanning the width of my vision. Driving up Highway 3 introduced me to the permeating scent of Pine and Fir trees. The two-lane stretch of highway from Portland to Tillamook introduced me to lush green forests that I had only ever read about. When I came home to the same old dirty, dusty concrete and boiling summer asphalt, I had made up my mind. I would do everything it took to leave this place. I would not spend another day longer than was necessary living in cramped quarters and fighting for parking space.
I arrived to the house, and paused at the gate. The house sat in contrast of what the rest of the neighborhood looked like. Instead of overgrown grass and tall weeds all over the place, the landscaping showed signs of relatively recent work. The guava tree in the front lawn still had some fruit ready to be picked, and the avocado tree on the other side of the pathway was still weighed down by its own fruit. Flowers still bloomed in the raised bed in front of the house. My brother had clearly tried to keep up on things until the last possible moment. The house, too, looked better than what I expected after walking up 4 blocks and seeing nothing but dilapidated houses and unkempt yards. I opened the gate and walked up to the small porch. The metal gate that enclosed it was gone having been removed by my brother when he took over the property. It looked nice to see it open instead of the cage it once felt like.
I turned the knob on the door, but it didn't give. Ever a creature of habit, my brother had locked the door when he left. Of course, he did. I sighed and prepared to find another way in when I remembered my parents hiding a spare key. I wasn’t sure if it would still be there, but after running my hands along the back side of the gutter downspout, I was rewarded for my efforts. I unlocked the front door and stepped into the front living room, the sounds of my footsteps and the closing door echoing in the empty space. The room felt both larger and smaller than I remembered it. I suppose it was lack of furniture that made it feel larger, but it still felt smaller than I remember. The result of growing taller throughout the years I suppose. I slowly walked along the slate tile floor towards the central hallway that connected the front of the house to the back bedrooms. I wasn't entirely sure that just because the front door was locked, that there wasn't some squatter looking for a little temporary shelter within the back rooms. I carefully and silently crept step by step towards what used to be the bedroom shared by my sister and me. I stuck my head in and gave the room a cursory glance. It was empty, thankfully. I moved back into the hallway and peered into the bedroom across the hall. This is where both of my brothers had shared a room. It too, was empty save for a few boxes holding hardware and doorknobs from the closet doors of the bedroom. I walked back towards the back of the house where my parent's bedroom was. The walls in the hallway bore the dusty signs where picture once hung. The bedroom door was open. I stepped inside, and looked around. The old avocado paint that my mom had picked out years ago still adorned the walls. Walking further towards the addition that was the small room my grandma and grandpa lived in showed that there was no one here. I breathed a sigh of relief as I set my bag down and set up my tripod. I reached into my bag a pulled out an envelope of old photos. These were old snapshots that we had all taken at some point in time in the house. There were pictures of all of us sitting at the dining room table playing a game of Monopoly. There was a picture of my brother and sister sitting on a couch in the front living room. There was a picture of me hanging on the bars of the front porch. I looked through them all and held them in place in front of me as if I were holding a window to the past.
Each picture made the lump in my throat grow as I started to struggle to control my emotions. There was history here, and soon it would all be gone. This is the place where my parents had raised four kids. They had taken care of my grandparents in their twilight years here. My Aunt and my grandmother had both died in this house. Birthdays, graduation parties, and anniversaries had been celebrated here. The echoes of life had reverberated within the walls of this place. Now, the house sat silent. It would never again know happy screams of kids having a water-balloon war out in the front yard, nor would it hear the cries of anguish as the matriarch of the family passed away surrounded by her family. What once was a home full of life was now just an empty house made of drywall and paint. I sat there for a moment contemplating just how much family history was actually made here. As I thought hard about my siblings and my parents, I felt pained at the thought of our strained relationships. We had all scattered once we had the opportunity to be free of each other. My oldest brother had married and moved away as soon as possible. My sister now lived in northern California. My parents too had moved away. I was now living in Utah. Only my older brother had remained behind. The lump grew larger in my throat as tears welled up in my eyes. I held back sobs of anger and pain. Why was I hurting? Hadn’t I dealt with these issues already? I walked back to my old bedroom and sat down under the window. I pulled my head down into my knees and cried. I could hear yelling and screaming in my head. Shouting matches between siblings and parents, brothers and sister, rattled inside my brain, making the pain grow. I sat there and cried. I hadn’t cried like this in a long time. Eventually I ran out of tears and tired gasps of sorrow and regret washed over me as a blanket of drowsiness enveloped me. I leaned my head back and fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of footsteps. It took me a moment to realize what I was hearing and hurriedly stood up. Had someone followed me? I knew the police were patrolling the area sporadically. Had they seen me enter the house? I knew there would be a possibility of getting a trespassing citation, but I figured I could either talk my way out of it seeing as to how I was a former resident, or I could probably fight the citation in court if the judge knew why I was there in the first place. Ultimately, passing through the gate had been a calculated risk that I was willing to take for the sake of my art. I got up from my corner of the room and moved towards the door. If there was someone in the house, I needed to know. I didn’t want my gear to stolen, and if there was a cop in the house, I wanted to ensure I didn’t get shot.
I was greeted by the sight of a startled chubby boy standing on the other side of the door. His round cherubic face was crowned by a head of short curly hair. His hazel green eyes stared widely back at me. He clearly didn’t expect someone to be here in the house. His body recoiled in fear as he cowered back towards the hallway. “Wait, what are you doing here?” I asked as non-threateningly as I could. The boy muttered something that I couldn’t quite make out. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you” I replied. “Are you here to rob us?” he timidly responded. “Rob you? What are you talking about?” I asked as confusion set in. “What are you doing here?” It was his turn to be confused. “Uh…I….live here?” he replied. “What do you mean you live here? No one lives-“I stopped midsentence. I hadn’t noticed in my initial shock but the room wasn’t the same. A familiar blue couch caught the corner of my eye. In front of that was an old console TV with a partially broken antenna hanging on the wall behind it. I walked further in to the living room to notice wood paneling on the walls. A large mirror hung on the wall to my left. Familiar yellow lamps sat on round drop-leaf tables on either side of the couch. A large hutch sat in one corner, a collection of letters and bills, mail advertisements, and a phone book covered scattered over it. “What just happened?” I asked out loud to no one in particular. I was thoroughly mystified by what my eyes were seeing. I had walked into the house from the front door and had stepped into an empty white room with slate floor tiles, but somehow now found myself in a furnished room with brown carpet that was all so familiar to me, yet was nothing but a distant faded memory. I turned to look at the boy still startled by the intrusion of a strange man looking wildly around the room in total shock.
“You can take what you want, just please let me go. I don’t want problems.” He stated his voice still shrill with anxiety. I blinked a few times as I tried to process just what the heck was going on. I gathered my thoughts as best I could and tried to reassure him. “Kid, I’m not here to rob anyone. I was just-“I shook my head “Where the hell am I? Am I having a dream?” I asked myself. “I must be dreaming. I’m just tired and still sleeping. This is all a dream. Yeah, that’s it.” I needed to sit down. Being back in the old house must have overtaxed my senses, I told myself. I’d having a dream about an old memory. I walked over to the chair next to the couch and sat down. I sunk into it and rested my head back towards the wall.
The boy kept his distance, but sensed I wasn’t there to hurt him. He looked me over with anxious curiosity. He stood at the far end of the couch, examining me while he played out scenarios in his head in preparation for a quick exit. “Why are you in my house?” he asked me. “Dude, this is all just a dream I’m having. I’m not really here.” He reached over to the couch and picked up a pillow. He reared his arm and threw it at me. It landed in my lap. “I don’t know, man. You sure seem to be here.” He said to me. I opened my eyes, startled. I looked down at the pillow he tossed and examined it. I ran my hand over the fabric and felt its texture. I remember this pillow. This was the pillow I would roll under my head as I lay on the couch and watched TV as a kid. A sudden realization hit me as I looked around the room with fresh eyes. No longer was I blinded by the fog of confusion. I knew exactly where I was.
I was home.
I looked at the boy still standing at the edge of the couch. I looked him over and realized who he actually was. I stared in disbelief as I smiled and tried to put him at ease. “It’s ok Johnny. I’m not here to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. Please, sit down” I told him. I motioned to his end of the couch. “Who are you, and why are you here?” he asked me.
“This will be hard to believe, but I’m you” I said with an incredulous tone, “I’m not sure how I ended up here, but I’m here.” He looked at me as I had grown a second head. “That doesn’t make any sense. How could you be me? Did we invent time travel? Oh! Are we secret government agents with the CIA?”
I chuckled. “Wait, wait, wait. Let’s start at the beginning. I’m you at 38 years old. You’re…what, 11… 12 years old? It makes sense. I fell asleep under the window in my- our old bedroom. I didn’t come here on purpose or in a machine. And no, I’m not a government agent.” His face contorted to display understanding, disappointment and finally suspicion. His eyes narrowed as he leaned in towards me. “How do I know you’re really me?” he asked. I thought about it for a moment. How could I prove to him that I was who I said I was? A few seconds of silence settled between us. I stroked my chin, thinking of a solution.
“I have a better idea. Ask me questions that only you know the answers to.” “Okay” he responded. He glanced around the room trying to come up with something. His eyes fixated on the Nintendo sitting under the TV cabinet. “What game do me and Nathan have a map of?” I looked over at the NES. I hadn’t thought about this for years, but I knew instantly what he was asking. “YOU don’t have anything. Nathan is the one that made the map for Section Z” His jaw dropped. He tried to trick me, but his plan failed. He knew well and good that Nathan never let him play. It was always ‘I’ll let you play when I die’ or, ‘you can play when I’m done’. The problem was that he never followed through. Usually by the time Nathan was done, the NES was overheated, and the game would no longer load until it cooled down. By that point, it was time for bed.
“How do you know that?” he asked in astonishment. “I know these things because I’m you. Just like I know that you wear t-shirts to the pool because you’re embarrassed by what others will think of your body. I know that you used to think that people that die off in movies were prisoners that were set to be executed from death row, so they used them for making movies. I know all about you because I’m you”
Johnny sat on the end of the couch in bewilderment, his mouth slightly agape. He had never told anyone any of this. He didn’t have any close friends to talk to about such things, and those friends he did have were more acquaintances than friends. There was only one way he could possibly know these things. He was talking to his future self.
I could see Johnny’s mind completely explode. There lay endless possibility and the answers to a million questions he could ask about his own future. He started to ask a question, only to stop, close his mouth, and try asking another. I knew if he kept this up he would have a stroke or something. “Dude, calm yourself. Let’s talk this out rationally, otherwise you’ll end up stroking out or something.” I told him. He took a deep breath and I could hear him muttering quietly. I knew he was trying to form a coherent sentence before he actually spoke it. I did it all the time. “Ok, first of all, are we rich?” he asked with tempered expectation. I chuckled and grinned back at him. “No, not at all. If I was rich, would I be dressed like this?” I replied as I motioned to my beat up brown Vans and worn out jeans and T-shirt. “We-, I – make enough to get by. I’m not poor, but I earn enough to pay the bills.” His face grew a smirk as he commented “Yeah, I figured. What do I do for work? I mean, what do you do for work?” I thought about it for a second. I wondered how much information I should divulge to a younger me. I still didn’t think this whole situation was really happening, but if it was, I probably should proceed with caution. “Well, it’s complicated. I do a little bit of everything. You know how you’re constantly taking things apart? Let’s just say that it’s good to put them back together in order to keep them working. Take good notes on paper if you need to, and make sure you have a clean work area so you can keep track of all the parts.” He gave me a sheepish look. He knew exactly what I was talking about. I had spent countless hours sneaking dad’s tools to my room so I could figure out how something was built and try to figure out how it worked. I had gotten myself into some pretty bad trouble with dad over a drill, his timing light, and other stuff I had taken from his room. His belt had become quite familiar with my butt cheeks.
I gave him a knowing smile. “What else do you want to know?” He thought about it for a second. “Do we have a girlfriend?” I laughed, probably a little more than I should have because his face contorted into a sour frown. “You don’t need to be a jerk about it” he scowled. I continued to chuckle. “Yeah we have a girlfriend. We have more than a girlfriend” I could tell he was irritated with my vague indirect answers. I knew what he was asking. I remember the crush I had on my neighbor across the street. We had been friends since kindergarten, and had been classmates for 1st, 2nd, and 4th grades. We got along really well, and I knew from around 12 or 13 that I wanted to be her boyfriend. Unfortunately, things never progressed beyond the ‘just friends’ stage of things. It wasn’t from lack of effort on my part. We had just grown up together most of our lives that she didn’t see me as anything more than a brother and friend. “Dude, look. You just started to go through changes and you are starting to notice girls, but that doesn’t mean that you need to love every girl that shows you a little kindness or subtle interest. You need to slow down and let things happen naturally. You can’t force a relationship with someone.” Johnny pondered these words for a moment. I sat back and put my feet up on the coffee table. I looked around the room some more while I waited for another question. There was so much I had forgotten, but being back here had unlocked more and more memories that continued to wash over me. I was trying to hold on to my cool as not all those churned up recollections were pleasant. I stood up and walked over to the front door to peer outside the small central window embedded into the center of it. I could see the old neighborhood as I remembered it all those years ago. The lot across the street that served as a parking area for those that worked at the wheel works at the end of the block was empty of cars. I furrowed my brow as I thought for a moment. An empty lot meant it was afterhours or the weekend.
The gears in my own head started turning. “Wait, where is everyone?” I asked Johnny. Johnny turned to look at me still processing my last response. “Uh..oh, Mom and dad are out of town. They took a trip east this time. I think Rio said they are in Arizona right now. Rio and Nathan went out to get some food and to rent some movies from Video Showcase. Knowing them they’ll eat out first. Talia is staying over at Tia Rosie’s place today with her friends.” I grunted at his response. My mind was wandering as he mentioned Talia and Tia Rosie.
A sudden sharp pain pieced my heart. The pain of a thousand memories now unsealed spilled out from the box I had locked them away in. Tears welled in the corners of my eyes as I turned back to look at Johnny. He felt it too. He stared at the floor with an intensity that made me think it would burst into flames at any moment. I walked back over to him and sat next to him. He didn’t move. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and he threw himself into me. I could feel the tears dripping onto me as he sobbed intensely. “Hey man, its ok. It’s going to be ok.” I said as my own tears started to flow uncontrollably. I pulled him close and draped my other arm around him.
I knew the pain he was feeling. It was such a heavy burden, and I knew there was no one he felt he could talk to. I remembered it all so vividly. We sat there for what seemed to be an eternity. When we finally stopped sobbing, and our noses ran dry, we tried to breathe our way through to calmness. I got up and knelt in front of him. “Johnny, listen to me and remember what it is that I’m about to say to you. You are stronger than you think. You are stronger than you believe. NO ONE should ever have to go through this. Just because it happened to Talia, doesn’t mean you have to put up with it any longer. I know you didn’t think it was wrong, but I’m telling you that what she is doing to you is wrong. Talking to mom and dad isn’t going to make them hate you. You are not doing this to her, she is doing it to you. I’m not making excuses for her, but she is also more damaged than anyone realizes, and she is also dealing with the same level of pain you are. Remember that we do unto others what has been done to us. That doesn’t mean we need to continue the cycle of abuse” The lump in my throat grew immense at my own statement. I swallowed it as best I could and continued “You are going to deal with this pain a little bit at a time, and you’ll slowly get over this. It’s like a broken bone. When it happens, you don’t realize how bad the pain is until the adrenaline wears off, but then the immense pain is there. Just remember that this will pass. Just like a broken bone, you will heal over time, and one day, you will realize that the pain is gone and the bone is no longer broken. You’ll remember the pain, but it won’t hurt anymore.”
Johnny sat there in stunned silence. I knew he didn’t have anyone to help him through this. He couldn’t talk to Rio or Nathan about what was going on. Mom and Dad were constantly working to keep the family fed and sheltered and while they provided materially for their kids, emotional help was less available. Perhaps it was due to their energies being divided into 4 kids, a mortgage and multiple jobs, or perhaps it was also the culture of not talking about problems. Either way, they needed to know what was happening. They wouldn’t be able to fix it otherwise. “They’re going to be mad at me” he finally said after a few moments of silence. “No they won’t be. They love us all. I know you’re not used to hearing it, but they do love you. Everything they do is because of their love for us. This isn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. Telling them isn’t going to cause them to be angry.” I thought for a moment to find a good analogy. “You love Odie and Lady, right?” He nodded in agreement. “Ok, how would you feel if you knew someone you trusted was coming to the house and beating up our dogs when we weren’t around?” He thought about it for a second before his face changed to anger. “I’d want to kill them!” “Yes, but would you also feel sad that you weren’t there to try to protect them?” I reasoned. His face changed again. He understood what I was saying. Mom and Dad would be angry, but not necessarily at him. They would also feel a great sadness knowing that someone was hurting their child.
I smiled at him. He understood. I nodded. “Dude…You’re going to come to understand that life is not what you think it will be. Life is messy and can change in an instant. The plans you make today may not make it to next week. A lifelong goal can be derailed because of something out of your control. Mom and dad have spent their life protecting us with the goal of keeping us safe, but circumstances out of their control have affected their kids, and now we- you all have to deal with the fallout. Just remember that you are not the culprit. Yes, mom and dad will be hurt and angry, but not at you. Trust them. They don’t do things to hurt us” Johnny hugged me. I- He didn’t have many people he could trust and open up to. He liked to talk a lot about everything going on in his life, no matter how trivial. Everything, except this. This was a shameful topic, and he didn’t feel like anyone would understand why he didn’t go to an adult sooner. The problem was simple. He simply didn’t understand that it was wrong. Now that he had an adult that he could talk to, himself no less, he wanted to lift this burden off his shoulders. He was happy to have found someone and he hugged me tightly. I hugged him back just at tightly. It wasn’t every day that I could meet my younger self and help to comfort them. “Thank you” he said to me.
The world darkened, and everything faded to black.
I lifted my head out of my knees and looked around. I was sitting under the window in my old bedroom again. Had I fallen asleep? I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. I was emotionally drained and incredibly tired. I hadn’t had sleep like that in years. I got to my feet and looked around the room briefly before walking out to mom and dad’s old room. I grabbed my camera and slowly walked the house, snapping picture after picture. The only sound to be heard was the sound of the camera shutter and my soft footsteps. I thought about my dream as I took pictures.
Upon entering my room, a random memory hit me.
The stash.
I was pretty sure I had taken the hidden box when I moved out all those years ago, but since I was here, I should double check. Heading into the closet, I pushed the panel that led to the attic space out of the way and peered in. I couldn’t see anything, so I reached up there to feel around. The box was indeed gone. I felt around for a few more seconds and was surprised to feel what felt like a thick envelope. I didn’t remember leaving anything up there, but after pulling it down and giving it a cursory glance, I figured it was an old envelope of lost love letters. It wasn’t until I blew off the thick layer of dust that I realized what I was holding. It was a letter. Not just any letter. It was addressed to me.
Under the now semi-cleared layer of dust were the words “To be opened by future me”. I looked at it for a few moments before opening it. I couldn’t remember making this at all, much less storing it up in my secret hiding spot. If ever I hid something, it was in the stash box. My hands shook a bit as I started to open the envelope and pulled out the yellowed pages inside. I started reading.
"Dear Future John. I have spent the last few years remembering a dream I had when I was younger. Life was…difficult at that time, and I spent a lot of time escaping my reality by reading a lot of books and watching a lot of TV. On the off-chance that what I think is a dream really happened. I wanted to write some things down in an effort to give you my thanks. I merely consider myself a conveyer of thanks, although I will pile on my own thanks to you for your words of encouragement. I remember finding a stranger in the house one day while I was home alone. I was afraid he was there to hurt me at first, but after a few moments, I came to realize I was meeting myself. Well, I was meeting me, but from the future. I think he said he was in his 40’s, but I couldn’t tell you with any certainty. Either way, we talked. We talked about life, and what the future held in store for us…
Mostly though, we talked about the abuse. Well, Talked is being generous. We cried, and then we talked. I don’t remember exactly what he told me, but I remember how he made me feel. He made me feel safe. I felt like I could trust him. Trust myself. In the end, he gave me the courage to stand up for myself both at home and at school. He also gave me the courage to talk to mom and dad about what was going on between me and Talia. I do remember being afraid that I would be punished, but he reassured me that they wouldn’t, and that they loved me.
It was a difficult and awkward conversation, but in the end, arrangements were made for me to share a room with Rio and Nathan. I didn’t have much of a relationship with Talia for a long while, but after some years, we managed to patch things up. She apologized to me, and I came to understand the abuse she herself was subjected to by so-called family friends. She didn’t tell me this in an effort to excuse it, but to merely help give me closure to a difficult time from my own childhood. Mom and dad promised to be more attentive to us and we sort of established what I guess you would call an open door policy. We talk more about stuff that’s happening in our lives. Mom is much easier to talk to now. Dad is a little more patient with us too. I apologized to them for not coming to them sooner, and dad gave me a “nugget of wisdom” that I think I’ll live by: We can’t fix what we don’t know is broken. I’ve tried to make sure I talk to them when something is wrong, and I’ve tried to implement that in my life so I don’t have problems with other people.
I’m trying to grow up to be a good guy. I want to have good relationships with people. Nathan says I’m turning into a people pleaser, but I don’t necessarily see that as a terrible thing. I know when to say no to someone. Well, either way, I wanted to make sure I thank you for the help you gave us. I probably won’t remember writing this, but I hope I do find it again someday. Here’s hoping I turn into the man I feel you are. -John Age 16."
I stared at the letter, the words blurring as tears welled up in my eyes. I quickly brushed them away as I quietly spoke to no one in particular. “Thanks guys. I hope I live up to your expectations” I folded the letter, placed it in my pocket, and walked out of the room. After picking up my backpack and tripod, I silently walked towards the front door, my footsteps echoing in the empty house. I turned to look back at the empty living room one last time, and after a moment, I walked out.
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2024.05.16 01:25 DarkSabbatical I found a cursed 4 leaf clover

I found a 4 leaf clover on (5-5-24). Everyone believes it is cursed and want me to get rid of it. I am not sure if it's actually cursed though, or if it actually gives goodluck in the times of bad. The reason everyone thinks it's cursed is because the next day (5-6-24) is when the tragedies started.
The first tragedy is my house caught on fire on the Monday of (5-6-24). The breakerbox exploded and shot out flames. We ended up and having to stay in hotels this last week.
From there things just kept happening. My brother in law had heart problems and was in the ER for 3 days. (5-7-24) He got lucky to not have a heart attack. Just irregular beat for those days.
Next my roommates girlfriend might have a tumor in her uterus. His mom has a lump on her breast. And his dad is on his death bed. (5-8-24) We will call him roommate number 1.
On (5-9-24) Roommate number 2s childhood dog died.
On (5-10-24) my trauma responses hit. For some reason i get a delayed response to trauma. So if I lose an arm. I wont stress or react for 1 to 2 days. It hit me on this day. Which is 4 days so that is a longer one. So my mom and I worked at the same place. She ended up and getting fired on that friday. I'm exhausted because we worked the night shift and they wanted me to work despite the fire because everything's closed during my hours anyway. We will have to see how my work relations go after that.
(5-11‐24) I get the city report for the fire. They found $1000s of dollars worth of stuff I have to fix to be up to code, this stuff is not fire related so insurance won't cover it.
(5-12-24) We have two dogs and my friend was watching one for us and we had the other. We would let the dog into the backyard of the house during the day. I left her there and went to church. Someone broke into the garage and house and left the doors open. They stole a gun from the house and either took the dog, or she ran away. We don't know. My friend that is watching our other dog just called me crying. The other dog broke his outside leash and ran into the highway and got hit by a car. He was dead immediately.
(5-14-24) 2 things happened one of the bad lucks happened a few months ago but it completed today.
So a few months ago I started having these dreams about these spirits coming in and taking one my pet rabbits. I had these dreams every day for a week. The spirits had already picked a bunny they were taking. After that week, when I came home. All of the rabbit cages were thrown around, and the rabbits were out everywhere. The bunny was not missing. I fixed the cages and put everything back together.
The next day I came home to the same thing. Rabbit cages everywhere. But all of the rabbits were accounted for even the one that was chosen. This would happen every day for a week straight. And I did everything I could to prevent the cages from being thrown around. I reinforced them, and made for sure that they weren't falling. But every day I had come home to find them trashed. But was able to get all the bunnies back in the cages.
The very last day none of the cages were trashed. Everything was still in its place. Except for the cage of the bunny that was chosen, the door was opened and the bunny was gone. I tore the house apart for 4 days straight, looking for that bunny, but there was no sign. A few months have went by since then. And I've never had a problem with the cages since. I imagined the Bunny running around in the fae lands or something. But I always wonder if I would just randomly find him dead on a day that the bad luck wanted to make me suffer.
I found him. There was a tank of water in my basement, that catches the sewer water that overflows into the basement. It's hard to reach and usually behind the washer but since we have the electrician fixing the breaker box that exploded I took that tank outside and dumped it out. The Bunny came out. Is it almost looked still alive. Just wet. I picked him up and he fell apart. All that was left was hair and bones.
This bad luck was one that happend before the clover. But I was right on him appearing at a bad time. A half an hour later, one of my bunnies randomly laid down and died. So I feel like the bad luck took 2 bunnies that day. Even though one was actually mouths ago. With both bunnies form both times going at the same time. That tells me all of this was planned. It's been planning all of this for awhile.
The bad things keep piling up. But there are good events to counteract some of the bad. Not all have solved yet. The dogs are a hard one. The gun worries me that it will be used in a crime and I will get blamed. I did report it to the police.
Everyone believes that the 4 leaf clover is cursed because that's when this started. It's from a type of clover that does not grow 4 leaves. The normal 4 leaf clover from Ireland is a different type. So this one is a mutation. I look at it as rarer and luckier because of the mutation. I look at it like I found a shiny Pokémon. Everyone else says it's bad because it's mutated and the bad genetics create bad luck.
I am torn because I don't want to just get rid of it. As a kid I spent hours looking for 4 leaf clovers before I was told these ones won't grow them. So it was a childhood disappointment fulfilled.
So what I was thinking of doing. Is maybe I will post it on ebay as the cursed 4 leaf clover. I will include this story printed out. I will gather as much proof of the tragedies as I can. I know my house was in the paper. Maybe I will get a clipping of it. I have it taped in a vinyl tape but I also took a picture of it when I first picked it. It got scrunched in the tape alittle. But I will add the fresh picked picture. Then I will post it for $500 starting. It would be that big of a number for a cupple reasons.
First, is that I don't want to give it up. (Childhood disappointment fulfilled) and if it's actually giving goodluck to counter the bad. second, would be to protect the curious but poor people. Someone who could shell out $500 for a clover is probably rich enough to afford some tragedies. And third, it would help allot in this hard time.
I will post it under the conditions that this post, or other reposts of this story I do, blow up or go viral. If this is viral then it might be worth it because people would be interested in the clover. Could actually sell. Then I know it's worth putting everything together. If this happens, I will leave an update on here with the link to the posting and where to find it.
What do you guys think? Do you think it's cursed? Or do you think it's actually lucky and helped in the bad times?
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2024.05.16 01:23 DarkSabbatical I found a cursed 4 leaf clover

I found a 4 leaf clover on (5-5-24). Everyone believes it is cursed and want me to get rid of it. I am not sure if it's actually cursed though, or if it actually gives goodluck in the times of bad. The reason everyone thinks it's cursed is because the next day (5-6-24) is when the tragedies started.
The first tragedy is my house caught on fire on the Monday of (5-6-24). The breakerbox exploded and shot out flames. We ended up and having to stay in hotels this last week.
From there things just kept happening. My brother in law had heart problems and was in the ER for 3 days. (5-7-24) He got lucky to not have a heart attack. Just irregular beat for those days.
Next my roommates girlfriend might have a tumor in her uterus. His mom has a lump on her breast. And his dad is on his death bed. (5-8-24) We will call him roommate number 1.
On (5-9-24) Roommate number 2s childhood dog died.
On (5-10-24) my trauma responses hit. For some reason i get a delayed response to trauma. So if I lose an arm. I wont stress or react for 1 to 2 days. It hit me on this day. Which is 4 days so that is a longer one. So my mom and I worked at the same place. She ended up and getting fired on that friday. I'm exhausted because we worked the night shift and they wanted me to work despite the fire because everything's closed during my hours anyway. We will have to see how my work relations go after that.
(5-11‐24) I get the city report for the fire. They found $1000s of dollars worth of stuff I have to fix to be up to code, this stuff is not fire related so insurance won't cover it.
(5-12-24) We have two dogs and my friend was watching one for us and we had the other. We would let the dog into the backyard of the house during the day. I left her there and went to church. Someone broke into the garage and house and left the doors open. They stole a gun from the house and either took the dog, or she ran away. We don't know. My friend that is watching our other dog just called me crying. The other dog broke his outside leash and ran into the highway and got hit by a car. He was dead immediately.
(5-14-24) 2 things happened one of the bad lucks happened a few months ago but it completed today.
So a few months ago I started having these dreams about these spirits coming in and taking one my pet rabbits. I had these dreams every day for a week. The spirits had already picked a bunny they were taking. After that week, when I came home. All of the rabbit cages were thrown around, and the rabbits were out everywhere. The bunny was not missing. I fixed the cages and put everything back together.
The next day I came home to the same thing. Rabbit cages everywhere. But all of the rabbits were accounted for even the one that was chosen. This would happen every day for a week straight. And I did everything I could to prevent the cages from being thrown around. I reinforced them, and made for sure that they weren't falling. But every day I had come home to find them trashed. But was able to get all the bunnies back in the cages.
The very last day none of the cages were trashed. Everything was still in its place. Except for the cage of the bunny that was chosen, the door was opened and the bunny was gone. I tore the house apart for 4 days straight, looking for that bunny, but there was no sign. A few months have went by since then. And I've never had a problem with the cages since. I imagined the Bunny running around in the fae lands or something. But I always wonder if I would just randomly find him dead on a day that the bad luck wanted to make me suffer.
I found him. There was a tank of water in my basement, that catches the sewer water that overflows into the basement. It's hard to reach and usually behind the washer but since we have the electrician fixing the breaker box that exploded I took that tank outside and dumped it out. The Bunny came out. Is it almost looked still alive. Just wet. I picked him up and he fell apart. All that was left was hair and bones.
This bad luck was one that happend before the clover. But I was right on him appearing at a bad time. A half an hour later, one of my bunnies randomly laid down and died. So I feel like the bad luck took 2 bunnies that day. Even though one was actually mouths ago. With both bunnies form both times going at the same time. That tells me all of this was planned. It's been planning all of this for awhile.
The bad things keep piling up. But there are good events to counteract some of the bad. Not all have solved yet. The dogs are a hard one. The gun worries me that it will be used in a crime and I will get blamed. I did report it to the police.
Everyone believes that the 4 leaf clover is cursed because that's when this started. It's from a type of clover that does not grow 4 leaves. The normal 4 leaf clover from Ireland is a different type. So this one is a mutation. I look at it as rarer and luckier because of the mutation. I look at it like I found a shiny Pokémon. Everyone else says it's bad because it's mutated and the bad genetics create bad luck.
I am torn because I don't want to just get rid of it. As a kid I spent hours looking for 4 leaf clovers before I was told these ones won't grow them. So it was a childhood disappointment fulfilled.
So what I was thinking of doing. Is maybe I will post it on ebay as the cursed 4 leaf clover. I will include this story printed out. I will gather as much proof of the tragedies as I can. I know my house was in the paper. Maybe I will get a clipping of it. I have it taped in a vinyl tape but I also took a picture of it when I first picked it. It got scrunched in the tape alittle. But I will add the fresh picked picture. Then I will post it for $500 starting. It would be that big of a number for a cupple reasons.
First, is that I don't want to give it up. (Childhood disappointment fulfilled) and if it's actually giving goodluck to counter the bad. second, would be to protect the curious but poor people. Someone who could shell out $500 for a clover is probably rich enough to afford some tragedies. And third, it would help allot in this hard time.
I will post it under the conditions that this post, or other reposts of this story I do, blow up or go viral. If this is viral then it might be worth it because people would be interested in the clover. Could actually sell. Then I know it's worth putting everything together. If this happens, I will leave an update on here with the link to the posting and where to find it.
What do you guys think? Do you think it's cursed? Or do you think it's actually lucky and helped in the bad times?
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2024.05.16 00:12 CallMeEggDaddy Please say hello to Tank

Please say hello to Tank
Lord Tanqueray aka Tank aka Tankie, is my new rescue/foster. And an excellent example of why you shouldn’t be scrolling Craigslist while 6 Gin and Tonics deep at 1am on a Friday. And might I add, on vacation with your own rabbit.
As stated above, a breeder listed him for free in the Farm & Garden section as a proven breeder. Also, they needed up gone ASAP.
So after a series of texts to friends announcing I would never send an email I sent an email. Then roughly 14 hours later I met up with a friendly person, cardboard carrier I had hastily purchased in hand (remember, we’re on vacation). He was quickly put in my carrier for me, no questions asked about what I was going to do with him. I was given a copy of his papers for his pedigree and some of his food. I asked them why they were giving such a beautiful show bunny away. The answer was he produces too many black bunnies and they don’t want that color. I thanked them, loaded him into the car, and left with strong feelings. I went back and set him up in a spare x-pen i scrounged up until we went home.
Needless to say, he was named after what caused the impulsive decision to get him to safety. And as of next week he’s going to be neutered, vaccinated, and chipped before he finds his people.
At 19 months old Tank weighs in at a healthy and whopping 1 pounds 12 ounces. He has been described as “the weight of a sneeze”, “fake”, and “as big as my rabbit’s left hamhock”. He’s skittish, but that’s because he’s not used to life and being a bunny in the big wide world of an apartment.
Tank’s temporary set up until his adoption is in a 4x2 cage on a table in the living room for ease of handling. But also so he can get used to the sounds of a house by binging a steady diet of Star Wars and Bridgerton while I’m at work. Caging is not what I would normally do but Clara, my 7 pound free roam rabbit, rules the roost. And she would eat him the moment he pissed her off, which would be immediately. Quite frankly the space is palatial for someone called “smaller than most guinea pigs”.
Tank does not like good food. Hay? Yes. However he is learning to tolerate veggies and good pellets. But he makes it clear it’s fine and he would prefer whatever he was being given on the farm. I tried 3 different types of pellet before he likes one.
Tank does not like me. The minute I’m out of sight I caught him doing a head toss and a micro binky. I have announced to him and the other pets that he will in fact eventually like me.
Speaking of my own rabbit, Clara has recently started sitting on my entryway table so she can stare at Tank. They’re roughly 2-3 feet apart. She often looks at him like he’s a weird little creep. He is bunny shaped, yet he is also not bunny shaped.
In return Tank is smitten by this new, giant woman. If he thinks Clara is nearby he will longingly search for her. If it’s just me he is visibly disappointed. He yearns to be the Gomez to her Morticia. He angrily tears at his puppy pads and thrashes his blankets when he can’t.
Neutering can’t come soon enough. And hopefully his new home will have a big woman waiting for him.
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2024.05.16 00:12 Sweater1103 Middlemen + Trusted flair information

-- Middlemen info -- Currently im the only one who can middleman in the subreddit! I havent recruited any moderators/middlemen just yet! ^-^ ill most likely do so once we grow as a subreddit a bit more!!
I can MM most things including by not limited too:
Now Trusted Flair information
You must meet all these requirements in order to receive the trusted flair.
for now you may DM me to apply ^-^
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2024.05.15 21:45 iamwhiskerbiscuit I am Fomo Joe, don't be me

I started out a few months ago... Listening to the wiki on voice translator mode the whole day at work, whenever I was doing housework and whenever I had free time. I would spend hours watching videos from Pete and Hari every night and reading Pete's daily market analyses on one option. I was eager to learn as much as I could as quickly as I could and it was apparent that I stumbled upon a damned good method with a proven edge.
My win rate was over 75%. I was following all the rules and the the system was working. I doubled my money in a month and I felt even better that I achieved this while working full time, given that most of my losses were winners that I let get away from me because I was too busy to notice my price alerts.
I was following all the rules highlighted in the wiki and it worked amazingly. I thought just maybe, I'm one of those people who are naturally good at reading the market.
Yesterday I broke all the rules. I fomod into GME and AMC thinking this was a once in a decade chance to double my account overnight. After hearing all the people talk about making $100k+ on GME a few years back, I told myself long ago that I would never let a chance like this pass me up. "Pete and Hari are just being careful here". I thought."But this stock is gonna shoot up like crazy and I don't wanna be on the sidelines watching all these amateurs ponder whether they'll buy a Ferrari or a new house with their GME winnings."
Surprise. Surprise. I ended up wiping out 50% of my account and after experiencing a devastating loss, I made the worst mistake a trader could make. I overnight revenge traded going into CPI, wiping out half the remaining balance.
It'll take me months recover, and I think I may need to take a pause and paper trade for a while because the Fear of loosing is especially strong now.
Moral of the story... Follow the damn wiki!
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2024.05.15 21:44 EducationalEmu6948 Experinece: Just a Story

There was a friend of mine who left his MBA for trading, he would read business times when we were in school, he was confident that he knew it all and he had all the books of the greatest investors and traders which he had crammed up. (I haven't talked to someone with the knowledge that he had of the financial world)
He took ashwani gujral's course for 1 lac and paper traded or what not for years. He bought a trading software which had yearly subscription of 50K.
He lost everything he had within months he started trading in real. It's back in 2015. He changed his phone number, I haven't been able to contact him since years.
May be the moral can be: It's not about the "knowledge", it's about your own personality and psychology.
Even if you make a system, or algo or whatever, it's your "personality" and brain that works behind, and has to make a decision.
NOTE: We may ridicule him now, but I've seen him working relentlessly for years and put the best he could.
Things are not that easy as they seem, especially in a system that was designed to fool the common people. (Newton, who lost most of his savings (millions, they say), once said about stock market : "I can calculate the motions of the heavenly bodies, but not the madness of people"
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2024.05.15 21:23 KeyTiger8489 Is this bug dangerous???

Is this bug dangerous???
Basically my dad was sleeping and this bug was on his bicep, so I caught it with a piece of paper. And had to crush it because my mom told me it sucks blood. Is this a dangerous bug? It very much resembles a housefly but instead of flying it just crawls on the skin. If this is dangerous how do I get rid of it.it's not the first I've seen in my house.
Also there are stray dogs near my apartment. I do occasionally pet them sometimes but wash my hands real good immediately.
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2024.05.15 20:25 freshlybasil Am I wrong for wanting to change my embarrassing legal name? (Parental Guilt/Gaslighting)

Hi everyone! I'm having a bit of a spiral in regard to wanting to change my legal first name to a name I believe suits me much more. The name I was given at birth has tormented me since elementary school - combined with my last name, it's one of the most embarrassing names I've personally encountered in my life. Obviously I don't want to share my legal name, but to give some context, the best I could compare it to would be "Shiney Everyday." Meanwhile, my younger brother's first name is completely normal!
Those who knew/know me agree it's a ridiculous name no kid deserves, and is more befitting of a pet fish. Not only did it cause me to get poked fun-at when I was in school (yes, even TEACHERS would laugh at my name and make jokes), as an adult, my name has made getting a job very hard. Companies have accused me of making up my name, thus discarding my application. I'm a teacher, and because my name is public to my students, I've gotten poked fun of by my own students (middle schoolers are brutal). Furthermore, I'm starting my master's degree, and will soon be having papers published in my name. I want to be an activist, a historian, and an adult that is taken seriously. Nothing about my name is serious. Thankfully, I have a pretty and normal middle name that I use at work/school, but it's still a hassle.
Despite this embarrassing name, my parents are incredibly proud. My dad gave me the name because one day, when my mom was pregnant with me, he said that she was (again, substituting my name with a different adjective) "shining." With this stroke of genius, my name was final. Further more, my parents INSIST that I was the one who chose my name.
I'm getting married in August (yay!) and my plan since I was 10 years old has been to change my first name as soon as I got married. Since I was 10, I wanted my name to be Rosa, the name of a special needs therapist my brother had for years as a kid, who inspired me to become an educator. To me, the name means so much. My friends call me Rosa, my fiancé calls me Rosa, strangers and coworkers call me Rosa. However, changing my first name will not only shatter my parents, but make them extremely angry. They might disown me. They might not come to the wedding. They said if I ever changed my name, it would be the worst insult to them. They even get angry when I use my legal middle name. Ironically, my own mother uses her middle name. Not even my dad calls her by her legal first name. Truly confused, lol.
I don't know what to do, or how to break it to them, or when the right time would be to do so. I love my parents and care deeply about what they think, but I know who I am and the name I call myself, and it's not the one they gave me. Am I in the wrong? Am I truly a terrible daughter? I'm distraught and confused, and I only have 3 months to get it together before the wedding.
Anything helps. Thank you so so much for reading all this. Lots of love to my fellow ottomans and comforters! Stay safe and stay healthy!
EDIT: I thought it was important I’d mention that I’m Latina-American, with a yeehaw-white dad and a South American mom. My mom and I share the same Spanish middle name, so Rosa would just be another latin name addition. I am also a cis-woman, so this wouldn’t be purely for gender-affirming purposes (although it does make me feel prettier :) ).
EDIT #2: I realized I forgot to explain why they believe I chose my own name. In the womb, my mom play music by her stomach and talk to me a lot. She originally wasn’t sure about “Shiney” being my first name, so she decided to “talk” to me and ask for my fetal opinion. She’d ask me for several weeks, “If you want to be named ‘Shiney,’ move to the left. If you want to be named ‘Samantha,’ move to the right,” and switch it up each time. No matter what, she swears I’d shift to whatever side that happened to be the “Shiney” side. They firmly, genuinely believe I choose my name. Yes, they are deeply religious. Lastly, for the first year or so of my newborn life, my dad refused to let my mom’s family see me. My maternal side of the family spoke only Spanish then, and because they struggled to pronounce my name, they’d call me nicknames instead. This enraged my dad so much he didn’t allow my only living grandparents to see me during my first year of life “until they called me by my real, beautiful, God-given name.”
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2024.05.15 20:10 kabhes From Drugs To Meat: Chapter 12

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A quick thanks to u/aMANTEIGAdo for the Liiry fanart
Transcription Subject: Fink, Landlord/Veln supporter
Date [standardized human time]: February 24, 2137
I idly waited in the empty restaurant for this mister Gilt. His secretary had sent me a message saying that he was underway. It’s weird how his secretary has refused to make any phone or face calls, and has only contacted me through messages. It shouldn’t matter though, so long as this Mr. Gilt is a level-headed and reputable leaser.
My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the jingling of the bell above the entrance. Walking through the doorway had to be the most veteran-looking exterminator I have ever seen. He wore 3 exterminator badges, but far more impressive than that was how he was covered in scars. They were concentrated especially heavily around his neck, most likely from predators attempting to bite through his throat, and somehow he’d survived so many attacks. What did puzzle me further though was how unevenly his fur was shaven and the strange look in his eyes, one that I could not place. “Hello. Mister Gilt, I presume?”
“The one and only. I’m here for the interview and to see the restaurant.” I now noticed that he was wearing a pawsfree headset. Its green light was blinking, like it was on.
“I’m sorry, but are you having a call right now?”
“No! No, I am a very busy venlil and always wear this in case I get an important call.” A bit strange, but I suppose not too out of the ordinary.
“Well, could you tell something about yourself?”
“As you can see, Gilt, er, I have spend decades removing the taint of Venlil Prime and keeping the population safe,” Gilt said in a rather strange way, like he was reading it off a paper; maybe he had memorized the line, expecting the question during the interview. “Now that I’m retired from that lifestyle, I have begun investing my well-earned money in small businesses.”
“That all sounds good. Your secretary already gave me most of the information I needed, like how you’re going to turn this place into a salad-based restaurant; he called it a ‘salad house.’ And I’m sure that I don’t have to ask you what your policy on humans is.” I gave a small chuckle, imagining a veteran exterminator like him welcoming humans warmly into his restaurant.
“You don’t have to worry about me or any employee of mine ever accepting those tainted scum into my establishment. I can’t wait for Veln to be voted in, he will surely make sure that those filthy humans will be cast off our magnificent Venlil Prime,” Gilt said, again quite stiff. He might just be nervous.
“Rightfully said, he sure has my vote.” Speaking of humans, is that one across the street? Over Gilt’s shoulder, I spotted a human making a phone call in an old, rusted-up van. He was looking straight at me, up until he noticed I was looking back and quickly looked away. With relief, I noticed that a pair of exterminators were walking straight towards the car. The human seemed to end his phone call and opened up a window to speak to the exterminators. With that small problem solved, I turned my attention back to Gilt, who seemed to be panicking a bit. I suppose even someone with nerves of steel as him can get nervous over simple things like an interview. He pressed a button on the pawsfree headset, and the blinking light turned off.
Transcription Subject: Vuccen, Krakotl Exterminator
Date [standardized human time]: February 24, 2137
Another day, another pointless patrol. I wish they would give us something real to do. But with all those ‘animal’ welfare laws and us no longer being allowed to lock up anyone with predator disease, we have nothing left to do but roam the streets in the hopes we find something that we are allowed to do. My prayers were answered, because not 10 meters ahead of us, I saw a human sitting in the passenger seat of a terribly beat-up van covered in rust and algae. Weirdly enough, it had a sideview mirror on the driver’s side. Finally, something to do. “Come on Cuko, I see a human let’s see if it’s hiding something,” I chirped to my venlil partner.
“Please be nice to them, they hardly ever do anything wrong.” She’s so kind, too bad that she sometimes focuses it on the wrong kind.
I tapped against the window with the talon of my right wing, and the human quickly ended a call and began to crank the window open by hand. “Hey, if it isn’t Burny-bird, how are you two doing?” he said, switching glances between me and my partner.
All of a sudden, I recognized the human’s face; it was the same one that purposely angered me last month [chapter 2]. “Get out of the car,” I demanded while I unholstered my flamethrower.
The human casually placed his arm in the window and calmly asked, “Why, what have I done?” Cuko behind me signed with her tail in agreement.
“Random search, now get out of the vehicle.”
“Sure, ‘random,’ totally not out of some bias to antagonize a specific species,” he said sarcastically as he got out of the car with one hand raised while the other opened the door.
Cuko guided him to the front of the car for a pat down. “Please place your claws on the hood and spread your hindlegs.” If evolving into predators wasn’t enough, they had to be completely bald too. With all those false pelts, humans can hide so many dangerous items without anyone being the wiser.
I wretched when I looked into the car; the floor was littered with mouldy cans of vegetables, nearly empty save for the rotting scraps and overgrown utensils. “W-why?”
The human spoke up while he was being patted down by my partner, “I know what you’re looking at —ough, careful with those nails— and those are not mine, all that junk is from the owner, my friend. I have been urging him to clean it up, and I’ve even thought about doing it for him, but he really should learn to take care of himself.”
I began to sift through the junk, relieved that I am covered from talon to neck in a rubber fireproof suit, not having to coat my feathers in this filth. Outside, I heard that Cuko hadn’t found anything dangerous or illegal on it, and that its name was ‘Maarten.’ I was about to give up on finding anything until I pulled a lever on a small rectangular object I found in the glovebox, and a small knife flipped out. “Aha, got you now filthy predator. Why do you have this?”
“That’s a pocketknife, that’s just a tool. I have it in the glovebox with the rest of my tools to keep this hunk of rust running.”
My partner spoke up with a concerned look on her face, “It’s not illegal to own a knife that small. You probably have bigger ones in your kitchen drawer, we can’t arrest him for that.”
It looked away from me and continued looking at Cuko, as it did before I spoke up. I shudder imagining what predatory thoughts lie behind those binocular-eyes.
Transcription Subject: Maarten de Groot, Human Refugee/Meat dealer
Date [standardized human time]: February 24, 2137
Don’t pet her, don’t pet her, she has a flamethrower.
Transcription Subject: Vuccen, Krakotl Exterminator
Date [standardized human time]: February 24, 2137
Giving up on finding anything in the front, I slid open the side door, revealing even more junk. At least these look more promising…and not covered in mould. Why is there a dishwasher and 5 blenders in here? “I noticed that the wool on the top of your head is a lot more puffy then on most venlil,” the human carelessly remarked. Of course, it’s going to point out her insecurities, typical predators.
“It is, you don’t have to mention it,” Cuko replied in an annoyed tone.
“It looks good on you, it’s cute.” What?!
“Oh, er, thank you…very much.” I can’t listen to this, she’s to naïve to understand that it’s just tricking her. I continued searching the back of the van for anything, traces of meat, weapons, dead venlil. I opened up one of the 3 large boxes that were hidden behind a piece of plywood that was haplessly placed there. There was a cool box inside. Jackpot! To my disappointment, it was empty, and so was the next one, and the one after that. Stil,l though, why would anyone have these hidden away like this?
“Why are there 3 cool boxes hidden away in the back in back?” I asked, demanding an answer from the human and interrupting it from its conversation with my partner.
“I don’t know, why is any of that stuff in there? On our way over here, we saw a dishwasher on the side of the road and he threw it- well he asked me to throw it in the back.” This is going nowhere.
Transcription Subject: Fink, Landlord/Veln supporter
Date [standardized human time]: February 24, 2137
“And that is why you should never combine drain cleaner and aluminium in a metal canister,” Gilt said, finishing his strange explanation.
“Huh, I never knew how to make an acid bomb. Shall we begin with the tour?,” I asked, finally cutting off Gilt’s rambling about chemistry. What a strange person.
The dining area wasn’t much to look at, it was completely empty save for a bar that was bolted to the floor, hence why the previous renters didn’t take it with them. Gilt walked around seemingly at random, looking at the outlets and taking a glance at the empty shelves behind the bar. “Are these taps pressured by gas?,” Gilt asked while he pulled on a lever and being briefly disappointed by the lack of alcohol.
“Yes, I think there was room for 2 canisters, but I have to look that up. May I ask you something? Why do you know so much about chemistry as an exterminator?” Gilt’s tail suddenly began flicking nervously left and right.
“Uhhh, uhhh, I uhh, studied it, yes, I studied it, but I was better cut as an exterminator.” I was unable to get a proper read on him; he sounds like he’s lying or at least nervous about something.
“Shall we take a look at the kitchen?”
“Yes!” Gilt nearly yelled, and he instantly got up and speed walked through the kitchen door. When I walked through the door, he was fawning over the industrial freezer lined against the wall. “This thing is big enough to fit a body inside…hypothetically.”
“…Yes, it would be very useful for you for keeping your vegetables preserved. There is also plenty of counter space, and even a strayu-oven,” I said, doing my best sales pitch.
Gilt immediately took a liking to the oven. “Can this thing make other stuff too?”
“Well, it’s a strayu-oven. I don’t know what else you want to make with it, especially in a salad-house.”
“I don’t know! Perhaps other food that needs to be warm?” Gilt said dismissively, his tail nervously flicking left and right. I think he’s just very nervous.
“I am quite glad you’re an exterminator,” I said, trying to relieve the awkwardness. “I really don’t want to have any humans in any of my buildings, especially not after what I heard on the news not a quarter claw ago.”
He gave a confused ear flick. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s all over the news. Some humans blew up the front of the exchange program headquarters. Those dangerous predators should have never been allowed to stay on our planet.”
Gilt his ears folded back and showed a snarl, something hardly any venlil did and combined with the fact that he looked so dangerous made me instinctively back up. “Those sons of farsuls, I will make them pay! Humanity First is making the humans’ reputation even worse!”
“Calm down sir, you’re no longer part of the force.” He really takes this personally. You can take the exterminator out of the guild, but you can’t take the guild out of the exterminator. “Hey, you seem like a good leaser for this place.” And the only participant. I quickly said, hoping to change the subject. He was a bit intense before, but now, he was starting to scare me. It’s not like I trust this man, but I need to lease this place out too not go under. To many leasers and renters pulled out after going bankrupt, after Venlil Prime left the Federation. All because Tarva wanted to sleep with a predator.
Miraculoisly this seemed to work miraculously, “Oh, great, where do I sign?” His ears lifted up again into a happy expression, though only for only a short moment until his pawsfree headset went off and he immediately answered it. The green light began blinking once again. “What?...No…No…Yes…I already did it, without your help…bye…bye!”
Transcription Subject: Vuccen, Krakotl Exterminator
Date [standardized human time]: February 24, 2137
I noticed Cuko was looking a bit confused at a piece of paper with some venlilian writing on it. “What do you have there?”
“That human from just then, gave me his phone number for some reason.” She’s too naïve for this line of work.
A/N:
As always I really appreciate comments, it gives a lot more satisfaction than a few up arrows.
A special thanks to u/InstantSquirrelSoup for proofreading. Check out his fic: Arxur Hospitality
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2024.05.15 19:23 Ok-Trouble-7432 $3,950 / 1br - 635ft2 - quiet, sunny, spacious one bedroom with 110" home theater screen (downtown brooklyn)

Sunny, quiet, spacious one bedroom next to Brooklyn Bridge (Dumbo/ Brooklyn heights). View from the window to the green and quiet backyard and Cathedral Basilica of St. James built in 1903.
This is the owner's info, no broker fee, no agents please.
The apartment is redesigned with extended custom-made full-wall storage closets, built-in wall bookcase and windowsill desk, extra storage in the bathroom, bathtub, massage showers. 110" diagonal home theater screen and built in the walls home theater audio cables. Washable wall paint.
Roof access, 24 hr doorman, granite countertops, stainless dishwasher, oven, and refrigerator, bedroom with huge, mirrored storage units, recessed lights, Insulated/soundproof walls in bedroom and living room. Pets are allowed.
The apartment is available furnished (with projector, queen size bed with built in storage, couch, etc.) or not furnished. The price is for basic furnished option.
Playroom and gym in the apartment complex, bike storage is available at small extra fee, all bike paths cross near the building.
Steps away from Dumbo, Cadman Plaza Park, the Brooklyn Bridge Park and courts. Manhattan is just minutes away via A, C, F, 2, 3, 4, 5, M and R trains, as well as the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges. Wegmans and Trader Joe stores nearby. Supermarket, dry cleaners and restaurant are all on site.
Easy to show with 24 hours’ notice starting this weekend.
Please note this is a privately owned co-op which requires a board package and meeting. The earliest lease start date will be last week of June 2024.
PHOTOS: quiet, sunny, spacious one bedroom with 110" home theater screen - apts/housing for rent - apartment rent - craigslist
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2024.05.15 19:08 ObsessedwithLizards Struggling to bond with my green cheek.

Hello! I hope this is the right place to ask. I got a gcc back in November. I have no experience with them especially one that hasn’t been hand raised. Sorry this will be long and I’m more of a Reddit lurker than a poster. And I’m more than willing to change things to help him.
His(?) name is Banjo and he came from the chain pet store I work at (mistake #1). I did a TON of research and prep b4 we got him. I have owned cockatiels in the past and read they were similar in care. He’s fun and silly, very curious. He will be a year old in July if his papers were accurate.
But here’s the problem. In the months that I’ve had him. I haven’t made any progress in socializing him. He’s terrified of me, I’ve given him space, offered him his favorite treats, I always talk softly around him, and I spend most of my time in the same room. Anytime I approach his cage, no matter how slow I go, he runs to the back corner of the cage, sways back and forth nervously and hits and drags his beak on the bars repeatedly.
I tried letting him out of the cage but he panics and starts crashing into things with reckless abandon. Last time he got stuck under a chair with his nails snagged in the carpet and he gave me quite a nasty bite.
He is curious of me and will flock call me when I leave the room and when I get home from work. But I’m at a loss.
Does anyone have any more advice on what to do? It really breaks my heart not being able to bond with him.
He’s in a decent sized cage I want to say it’s 24x24x36 in. (we plan to get him an even bigger one when we save up. He gets new toys weekly (handmade to not break the bank). He gets Brown’s Encore foraging conure diet (I’m more than willing to change his food if this isn’t good) he also gets a wide variety of fruit, vegetables and leafy greens every other day. If this should be daily I’ll start doing that.
He is also in our “reptile room” it stays warm and humid in there, plus the dogs and cats aren’t allowed in the room when no one is there. I always put on a YouTube playlist when I leave the room for longer than a few minutes.
TLDR- I got a gcc back in November and I haven’t been able to bond with him and he is incredibly fearful of being out of the cage. I need advice on socializing him, because I haven’t gotten anywhere with him.
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2024.05.15 18:42 jhn10 [H] Bundle leftovers, new and very old, PayPal [W] Monster Train, Disco Elysium, Luck be a Landlord, Monument Valley, Arkham Games, Lego Games, N++, Rez Infinite; offers

Haves:
Yakuza Like a Dragon
King of the Castle
Bravery and Greed
Amanda The Adventurer
Mediterranea Inferno
Victoria 3
The Callisto Protocol™
HUMANKIND™ DEFINITIVE EDITION
Terraformers
Fashion Police Squad
Symphony of War: The Nephilim Saga
Coromon
The Excavation of Hob's Barrow
Pseudoregalia
GYLT
ABZU
Hylics 2
Mail Time
Maid of Sker
Book of Hours
A Fisherman's Tale
A Game of Thrones: The Board Game
A Good Snowman is Hard to Build
A Mortician's Tale
Acron: Attack of the Squirrels
Agents of Mayhem
Alien Spidy
Amberial Dreams
Anomaly Korea
Antichamber
Aragami 2
Arkham Horror: Mother's Embrace
Back to the Future: The Game
Beatbuddy: Tale of the Guardians
Black Book
Blood Rage: Digital Edition
Blood Rage: Digital Edition - Gods of Asgard
Blood Rage: Digital Edition - Mystics of Midgard
Blood Rage: Digital Edition - Mythical Monsters
Bone - Episode 1 & Episode 2
Broken Age
Car Mechanic Simulator VR
Carcassonne - Inns & Cathedrals
Carcassonne - The Princess and The Dragon DLC
Carcassonne - The River
Carcassonne - Tiles & Tactics
Carcassonne - Traders & Builders DLC
Carcassonne - Winter & Gingerbread Man DLC
Cook-Out
Cultist Simulator
Cultist Simulator: Anthology Edition - Original Soundtrack
Cultist Simulator: Anthology Edition - The Dancer
Cultist Simulator: Anthology Edition - The Exile
Cultist Simulator: Anthology Edition - The Ghoul
Cultist Simulator: Anthology Edition - The Priest
DUCATI - 90th Anniversary
Darksiders II Deathinitive Edition
Darksiders Warmastered Edition
Drawful 2
Dust: An Elysian Tail
Europa Universalis IV
Fahrenheit: Indigo Prophecy Remastered
Fibbage XL
GNOG
Game of Thrones: A Telltale Games Series
Game of Thrones: A Telltale Games Series
Giana Sisters: Twisted Dreams
HIVESWAP: Act 1
Hacknet
Hector: Badge of Carnage
Hell Pie
Hollow Knight
Innchanted
Jurassic Park: The Game
Killing Floor 2
King and Assassins
Lostwinds
Love Letter
Magicka
Manifold Garden
Marvel's Midnight Suns Digital+ Edition
Midnight Suns - Doctor Strange Defenders Skin
Minecraft: Story Mode - A Telltale Games Series
Minecraft: Story Mode - Adventure Pass
Monaco: What's Yours Is Mine
Mysterium - Hidden Signs
Mysterium - Secrets & Lies
Mysterium: A Psychic Clue Game
OTXO
One Step From Eden
Party Hard
Patchwork
Pathfinder Adventures: Obsidian Edition
Patrick's Parabox
Pikuniku
Poker Night 2
Poker Night at the Inventory
Potion Explosion
Psychonauts
Puzzle Agent
Puzzle Agent 2
Quiplash
Rebuild 3: Gangs of Deadsville
Sam & Max: Devil's Playhouse
Sam & Max: Season 1
Sam & Max: Season 2
Scythe: Digital Edition
Shooty Fruity
Small World
Small World - A Spider's Web
Small World - Be Not Afraid... DLC
Small World - Cursed!
Small World - Grand Dames DLC
Small World - Royal Bonus
Sniper Elite 3
Speed Brawl
Splendor
Splendor: The Cities DLC
Splendor: The Strongholds DLC
Splendor: The Trading Posts DLC
Starseed Pilgrim
Stealth 2: A Game of Clones
Stick Fight: The Game
Strong Bad's Cool Game for Attractive People: Season 1
Super Hexagon
Taiji
Tales from the Borderlands
Telltale Texas Hold'em
The Curious Tale of the Stolen Pets
The Jackbox Party Pack 2
The Jackbox Party Pack 3
The Jackbox Party Pack 4
The Jackbox Party Pack 5
The Jackbox Party Pack 6
The Lord of the Rings Adventure Card Game
The Pedestrian
The Red Lantern
The Swapper
The Walking Dead: 400 Days
The Walking Dead: Michonne - A Telltale Miniseries
The Walking Dead: Season 1
The Walking Dead: Season 2
The Witness
The Wizards - Dark Times
The Wolf Among Us
This is the Police
Totally Accurate Battle Simulator
Tropico 4
Twilight Struggle
Twin Mirror
Until You Fall
Wizard of Legend
Worms Revolution
Zombotron
Willing to buy or add, but would prefer to trade
Want:
Arkham Asylum
Arkham City
Arkham Knight
Arkham Origins
Gotham Knights
N++
Luck be a Landlord
Monument Valley
Monument Valley 2
Disco Elysium
Monster Train (version with DLC prioritized)
Rez Infinite
LEGO City Undercover
LEGO DC Super-Villains
LEGO Marvel Super Heroes
LEGO Batman Trilogy
LEGO® Jurassic World™
Fallout Games (versions with DLC prioritized)
Willing to hear offers/look at lists, but mostly am just looking for the above
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2024.05.15 17:55 OkPreparation3288 I Don't Know What to Do

I Don't Know What to Do
3 nights ago my husky mix, Molly (13 y.o) and Great Dane Darla (1.5 y.o.) got into a fight.....
Darla is an oblivious sweet baby child and normally licks faces when she gets growled at or thinks shes in trouble ( which is never). Molly is a crotchety old hag who growls all the time, and always has been, she likes her space. Normally this works out, my 2 dogs growl at her exuberance, she becomes more exuberant, and everyone walks away without fighting. Threw nights ago was different, my boyfriend had to physically separate them and we held them back from each other.
I'm holding Darla, eyes locked with my boyfriend in a "wtf just happened" moment, when my cat Gary runs up. Gary's kind of a, we'll he's an orange cat, but he jumps onto the bed and starts aggressively hissing and attacking Darla! I've never seen him fight with any of the animals, I've seen him bap the dogs when they're not looking and then take off running like ding dong ditch, but ive never seen him so mean.
I think Gary was defending Molly....but Molly never let's Gary near him, it's just so weird I kind of laughed bc wtf???? Wilson (11 y.o Great Dane) just got out of the way and layed down.
The next day Darla growls when she sees Molly and won't let Gary jump up on the bed if he tries getting up near her. Gary came around to my side of the bed and then my cat Sophia tried to come up and Gary chased her off hissing too 😭😭😭😭. Normally my danes spoon like yin amd yang and she growled at him too but mostly got over it and let him next to her.
Yesterday my boyfriend said she was shaking and being weird. I got home and she is laser focused on the other animals movements and shakes and tries to chase them off if they come near. I was up all night because she was laying on top of me and growling or lunging at all the animals.
If you're still here, I will say she is not Spayed, she is only 1.5 years old. My other 2 dogs and 2 cats are all fixed. She just went through her second heat cycle 3 months ago, and she's always velcro attached to me or my bf, mostly me, and super affectionate. She had started laying directly on my pillow recently and takes a toy with her everywhere now, but even then she always grabbed a toy when she was happy. She growls at us to go outside, or at the vacuum cleaner. Other than that shes never understood the concept of space or other animals or people not wanting her on top of them, shes always just so goofy friendly.... I've only seen her angry when I try to move her on the bed....
WHAT IS HAPPENING -Adult female hormones? -False pregnancy 3 months after her heat cycle? -Finally grew a spine? -Just a normal spat amongst pets?
She is not spayed because I was thinking of getting into showing and potentially down the line breeding Great Danes. I love the breed, I would love to be apart of the breed solution, not the problem, and make beautiful perfect healthy dogs, so I paid a bunch for the right papers knowing I had at least 2 years to continue researching and showing and decide.
Spoiler alert, I did not show her. I have also done a LOT of research on breeding, and out every thought and considerstion into what i could bring to the breed standard, and I have decided not to breed her. After all my research though I may have become against spay😬😬😬. Taking her reproductive organs while she sleeps doesn't sit right anymore, but now I'm worried this incident happened because I didn't pay vet to remove her parts like a thief in the night. We don't leave her outside alone when she's in heat and we have the other 2 with her when she goes out! No accidentally pregnancies here, Molly is not dog friendly ( unless you're pack,)
The change happened so suddenly what do I do? How do I make them all OK with each other again? Can I leave them alone even or do I have to worry about them home alone with each other? Won't separating them make it worse? Or is it really all down to mutilating my damm dog 😭, and if so will it even help or is she permanently emotionally scarred?
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2024.05.15 17:33 Helpful24 Little Bird, you were loved (I'm in mourning)

The night before last one of my TNR cat friends came running with an animal in her mouth. It was already dark/night when this was happening. She took it in a neighbor's yard and kept playing with it while it cried. I couldn't stand the crying and went around from the alley and into the yard to save it. I saw it was a bird and took it from her, with the help of a friend I brought it home in a cardboard box. I made it a nest of paper towels and checked on it through the night. Yesterday morning I called the bird rehab and they came to pick him/her up. The little bird had their eyes open and I thought that was a good sign. I called today (about 24 hours later) and the Little Bird (a grackle) had died. It was being treated and was not euthanized but it didn't make it. I know some people would say it was just a bird and who cares but I am broken up about it. And so I had to speak to someone who understands (you, reading this). I held the bird in my hands and pet its little head when I had it. I really wish it would have lived. Sorry Little Bird, you were loved. 💔
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2024.05.15 17:02 suicidalpeonies AITA for wanting to kick my friend out of our house over pumpkin seeds?

Honorable Judge Charlotte, please hand down your judgement. Buckle up because it’s a lil long!
So I (24f) bought a house with my fiancée (also 24f) just a few months ago. The biggest reason I love the house is its front garden, which is full of my all time favorite flowers, and it was so breathtaking in the summer photos that I was determined to have it.
We moved in with a few friends, B (24f), Alice (26f), and C (21m), because we had the room for them and wanted them to have a lease-less place to live until they find their own places, whenever that would be.
(Payment context: Alice, B, and C pay us to essentially rent their bedrooms, paying only $400 a month while my fiancée and i each pay about $1200 in bills. They did not sign any lease or rent agreement. No one besides my fiancée and I are on the title of the house, and just the two of us made the down payment. Everyone could move out tomorrow and my fiancée and I would be fine.)
We had all lived with each other in the past, and had great communication and became very close friends. Like, make dinner together, watch shows together, smoke and talk for hours every other night kind of close friends.
For context, Alice has 2 pets, with specific diets and meal times. Other people in the house also have pets, but it’s unimportant to this. We have a group chat for stuff related to our house or pets (having people over, working late so someone needs to feed their pet, etc) that we were really good at using to update each other and send pet pics.
But not long after we moved into the house, Alice started dating someone new, who we’ll call Gf. Alice starts spending every day with Gf, not responding to messages from me or other roommates when we ask whether her pets have been fed, and bringing Gf over all the time to hang out, but just the two of them.
All the time she spent with us went away, which was shocking, considering several of us are in relationships, but can still find time for friends. I wouldn’t have had a problem with this, if I didn’t also notice her pets getting sick more frequently, behaving abnormally, and acting yknow, abandoned.
I tried texting her about it, because i had no clue when I’d see her next. She responded defensively when I brought up her caring for her pets, and not want to discuss it further, but the behavior never changed.
Because of this, me and the others picked up the slack to take care of her pets, but it’s so exhausting because it is obvious that the pets still just really miss her. It basically feels like she moved out, but uses our house as a pit stop.
She doesn’t buy food or communal supplies like toilet paper, but will randomly come home a few times a week, shower, eat someone else’s food, and either go to pick up Gf or to hang out at Gf’s place. We will only know that’s she’s stopped by recently by seeing her clothes thrown around the dining room, extra clutter of her mail and purses in the living room, and extra dishes in the sink, never the dishwasher right fucking next to it.
My fiancee, B, and C brought up their frustrations to me about this, but I brushed them off, saying it’s fine and we’re all learning how to be adults in our weird setup. I wanted to give her grace. But the thing that made me freak out happened today.
I enter the living room to see Alice with one of our mutual friends. I say hi and walk past, and Alice continues talking to the friend. She starts telling them about the pumpkins she planted in the front garden.
I kinda freeze when she says it. The front garden is full of gorgeous perennials, regrowing each year, meticulously planted by the previous owners (who were extremely gracious to us during the purchase process- we respect them a lot) and she Planted. Pumpkins?
Literally the biggest fucking things you can grow, that sprouts from long, creeping vines that can choke out other plants? Pumpkins. Without telling me or my fiancée.
I turn back and reenter the conversation, and ask her where she planted them, smiling for an honest answer. She says she scattered them across the garden, and labeled none of them. I say ok, and leave them to their talk. I draft a text to my fiancee about the situation, but decide that maybe it’s not that big a deal.
Later I’m in the same living room catching up with an old friend who was in town, talking about the house and garden as it was their first visit, and Alice walks past the window we’re sitting by, with a potted tree. My friend quietly asks me what the fuck she’s doing with a tree, when a huge reason why we moved here was the landscaping already being sufficient.
I didn’t even know what to say, I just started to cry. The combo of her planting the pumpkin seeds without even Mentioning it to any of us, ESPECIALLY my fiancée and I, and bringing a tree to plant in OUR YARD just felt so disrespectful when she can’t even come home to take care of her pets.
I altered and sent the drafted text to my fiancée to get her opinion on it. I also told B and C about it after my friend left, and they’re on my side, but they think this will be fixed with just “a talk.”
My fiancée is also on my side, but is beyond furious and wants to just kick her out. So I lay in bed crying, feeling like I’ve been deeply wronged over unsent text messages and unasked for pumpkin seeds, like a dumbass.
I’m scared that the pumpkin vines will choke out the beautiful garden the previous owners worked so hard on, and that i adore so much. Honestly, I am equally, if not more scared that I am soon going to watch her pets die of a broken heart.
Everything feels like the wrong choice and I’m so overwhelmed. Am I the asshole for wanting to kick my friend out of my house over pumpkin seeds?
TL;DR: A roommate started neglecting their pets, then planted pumpkins in a flower bed without asking (Fiancee & I own the house).
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2024.05.15 15:39 BlackPheonix9 I got access to a 2.69 Million Dollar Crypto Account (Pt 1)

A couple of days ago I got a text from an unknown number on WhatsApp, usually they're people I know and I just haven't got their number until then, but this time it wasn't anyone I could envision. It was a foreign number with the +2-- something. I assume it was African as I had seen multiple country code numbers start with a 2 and the country's name sounded like it was from there(I am African by the way). I was given a welcome text that you usually get from a service related to forex and crypto. The text wasn't for me as the name wasn't mine and I had made no account with the service details. The person who sent it got the wrong number (somehow) and didn't send any additional information or P.S'. At first I thought it was complete bull as I actually got into forex through Meta trader (MT5) and ever since my phone's personalized ads have added it to the content I see. I waited until I got to a focused space to investigate.
To crush my hopes it wasn't login details for MT5 which I have gotten to know quite well, but there was the website to log into included. I typed it in, used the details and without much barriers, Login Successful, I was allowed in, no two factor authentication or nothing, I thought it was quite a quite lousy way of security but I wasn't going to complain.
Just to be clear, I will not say every little detail so I won't get finessed by a hacker smarter than I, as I believe just bits and pieces of information is all someone needs to pinpoint the details for themselves, yes what I did could be depicted as stealing but it is what it is.
I proceeded to navigate through the site, finding out this person who the details were meant to be for had not only 2.69 Million dollars worth of a crypto and around more than half a mill in USDT. With prior knowledge I knew the layout would have a withdrawal option and a crypto wallet to send to the section. So I got one of them that was connected to my bank for quick and easy withdrawals. I decided to do some rounding, and do little mercy and take +98% of the money in there, although I know I'm on the way to get rich on my own, I'll choose a shortcut over a hardworking and persevering story any day, I'm clearly not an Anime MC. It was all going well, a little too well, there had to be a catch, there was!
A Key, a digital key, I could not find it in the text or the website, the key was a passcode that only the original creator knows, I did some research and found not even the hash method would work, only he has it, but I was determined... kinda. I replied back to the original text asking how to use my key and precisely sent it in a way I believed the owner would have said it in; And in the meantime while waiting on the reply I took to google and researched how to use password hackers. I came across Passgan but none of the sites had any download options and I was losing motivation, I had work coming up. I had attempted the key many times already seeing if I could guess some obvious ones but it wouldn't budge, but I knew the brute force method was sure to work eventually. I found a software that did what I expected, so I had put in who what when where and why's type of whatnot of the password I needed unlocked, and good thing there was somehow seemingly unlimited attempts.
I activated it, put my device away and let it do its work. I had gone to make some cordial and run random quick errands out of excitement, weird what humans do when they feel like something will go their way for once. When I returned to my device it had shown the funds at a different balance to pre withdrawing, I couldn't believe it wasn't there. I waited another span of time, a bit longer than the first time because I assumed a transfer of that size would take a couple of hours at least. I checked the wallet I sent it to. It was 7 figures higher than what I had before.
In around 2 seconds, thoughts of how my life would change flooded my head more than any fantasy I could ever have connected. I've seen enough movies to know 1 mistake could make the whole operation topple down so I continued to keep it in until the job was actually done. The last step was to have it go from my digital crypto wallet to my bank account. I knew sending 7 figures to my bank would trigger suspicion for sure so I decided to only send feeble amounts at a time, but even this method wouldn't be enough for me. In the country I'm in, unexplained wealth is grounds for arrest as I've seen on the news a few times.
I thought to just do my whole thing real slow, I wanted nothing more than to quit my job, but hadn't yet found a suitable alibi to unexplained wealth. You don't just go from the lowest tax bracket to the largest in a few days.
I decided I will withdraw just around a band or two to a high interest savings account every week and have it make me money. The one I settled with which I was already familiar with had a rate of +4%. I decided that I would quit work and just say my family had been supporting me while I study something that pays really nicely, a ticket in advanced construction and some aged care or disability work and claim to have simply been working a fuck ton saving almost every possibly dime using some nonsense Andrew Tate motivation, they would surely buy that story, well for anyone who came looking. Then I should be able to sneak in my money and the other money together and hide it once more within a family business that would gladly help me out.
The things in the last paragraph haven't happened yet but so far it looks like it is going to go my way,
Why would a millionaire take to reddit and not twitter or something? Again I'm trying to hide this money but I so badly want to tell the story and I need to make a lot of money fast, I won't jeopardize myself that stupidly, even this story could mess things up but I doubt it. Just making this, using Ai to make a brain rot video out of it should bring in a couple thousand views to add to the money. So that basically 3 Million in a year or so can be justified on paper if it comes to it.
I don't even use reddit like that, but I had known most of the stories on my tik tok come from her, it was the first thing to come to my mind. My phone is dead too and the charger was bugging, so somehow as a millennial or Gen Z whatever or the fuck I'm in am able to sit and write this down in 1 Sitting is wild. I will write part two if it is interesting enough to y'all. (May 2024 is where this all unfolded.)
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2024.05.15 15:16 Xciv Tips for others after 50 Hours of fun

Putting it down for now while waiting patiently for the game to be finished!
Big list of tips after roughly 3 playthroughs:
Economy:
  1. Make sure you have enough Oxen for all the work in your village. Work with Ox includes: construction, sawmill, and plowing fields if you perk into it. Prioritize that 2nd Ox so you can simultaneously make planks and build buildings. If you're poor and stuck with one Oxen, either pause your Sawmill or pause construction if you want to prioritize doing one or the other. If you go heavy into farming I recommend 4 oxen.
  2. Burgages with sizeable vegetable gardens solve your food problems. My first playthrough was plagued with chronic food shortages, until I figured out the power of vegetable Burgages. But do remember that the larger your vegetable plot, the less that family works their assigned job. So make sure they're working low priority jobs, like Mining and Ox handling, rather than critical full time jobs, like Trading or managing the Stockpile.
  3. I start each village with four 0.5 Morgen vegetable gardens with double families, which covers your basic food needs. You can force two families per Burgage plot by clicking the minus icon to have larger plots. Use farming fields to measure 0.5 Morgen with precision.
  4. Roads are free, use roads to force Burgage plots into the exact shapes and sizes you want.
  5. You can use farm fields (free to put down and delete) to shuffle Hunting zones around. Keep shuffling that deer around different patches of forest until they're where you want them.
  6. Trade is king. Even if you do not spec into it, one of the first jobs among your first 10 families should be a trader. Sell literally anything you don't immediately need that can generate some town wealth. I prefer berries and hides. This initial town wealth is invaluable because it can buy Burgage extensions, which keeps your food income self-sufficient. One of the biggest pitfalls is an expanding population without an equally expanding source of food.
  7. Farming is for 3 things: (1) Ale for Level 3 Burgages // (2) Linen for Gambesons and Clothing variety // (3) Wheat for Bread for food variety and food security for large populations. So counterintuitively, do not build farms until late game. It is only for late game when you're pushing your village to Tier 3. Also because of this, I recommend building your largest town (300+ population) in a zone with good farming fertility. Farming has a lot of more complex supply chains that require a lot of people. Do not start farming in the early game, prioritize getting a Manor and Church up, first, with stable food supply from Extensions.
  8. If you have a ton of resources but some households are still not being supplied (I have 10 months worth of firewood but a house is not getting firewood???), it's because your Market is not being stocked. To stock more to the Market you need to build more Stockpiles and Granaries. People assigned to these will open market stalls and transport goods to them, which will then supply your town.
  9. Houses get stocked with resources in a priority system based on distance to the market. Close to market get stocked first, so try to plan your town where your Tier 3 houses are hugging closest to your market as they have the greatest demands for resource variety.
  10. Distance to the Church and Wells DO matter, at least from what I've observed. Villagers physically travel to wells and the church (correct me if I'm wrong and it's just cosmetic), so make sure to build multiple wells, and have the church centrally located.
  11. Build a Manor ASAP. Your Retinue are your standing army and using them against bandits does not interrupt your economy. You want your Retinue ASAP. They are also powerful fighters.
Warfare:
  1. The Baron gets Influence from killing bandits, and he uses this influence to claim provinces and contest your provinces. If the Baron runs out of provinces to claim and contests your home province before you manage to build a large enough army, it's GAME OVER. So it is of vital importance to beat the Baron to bandit camps and monopolize the glory and loot from the camps for yourself.
  2. As soon as bandit camps appear, you want to beeline over there and beat the Baron to killing these camps. You can manage this with the starting 20 Spear Militia by building 2 units of Spears, splitting this 20 into 10 and 10. Always choose to send the spoils of the looted camp to your Personal Wealth.
  3. Use this to purchase temporary Mercenaries to clear future camps (it's a net gain in Personal Wealth if you fire the mercenaries so you only pay them for one 30 day period, and more importantly, you deny the Baron Influence and keep your Militias alive). You can rely on mercenaries this way until you have your Retinue up and running.
  4. Having more units is better. Six units, 10 men each, is more tactically valuable than having two units, 30 men each. The reason is if you surround an enemy unit from multiple sides, they get the Surrounded debuff, which reduces Efficiency by -40%. So if you surround a unit from 3 sides they get a whopping -80%, making them basically useless in combat. So if it's 30 vs. 30 units of equal quality, you can whoop them by splitting up into three groups of 10.
  5. Spears are good for tanking. Swords are all-rounders. Polearms are good for offense but are made of paper. Retinue are good at fighting but baaaad at running around (they lose stamina faster). My personal preference is to hold the center line with Retinue, and work the flanks with Spears and Polearms.
  6. As soon as you unlock a 2nd province and you have enough Personal Wealth to do so, start building your 2nd village. Beeline it to that 2nd Manor, which instantly spawns 5 men of Retinue for free. Remember, having two units of Retinue, 5 men each, is stronger than having one Retinue of 10, because of flanking debuffs. Three Retinues is the magic number that will see you through the whole game, but more is always merrier.
  7. The hardest battle in the game has you facing 7 enemy units, one of which is a 36-soldier Retinue unit. This is why I recommend having 3 Retinue of your own along with your 6 Militia. Due to a bug you might be limited to 5 Militia, in which case just colonize one more village and bring 4 Retinues for an easy victory!
  8. Use stances to maximize situations. If you're in a 1v1 against a stronger unit (Spear Militia vs. enemy Retinue), use the defensive stance. If you've surrounded an enemy on three sides use offensive stance.
  9. Do not sprint all over the map unless you absolutely need to get somewhere fast. You want to save stamina for combat. At the start of combat, assuming your units start at full stamina, turn on sprint for all your units. Tactically getting somewhere a little faster and getting those juicy surrounds is worth more than getting to a position late but with full stamina. You can toggle sprint with the R key.
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2024.05.15 14:50 Cbrut316 Mochi's Kidneys Need Your Help

TL;DR Our cat Mochi had an unexplained near kidney failure, but after 3 days in the pet hospital she made a full recovery, we owe a ton of money and it's come at a bad time and we'd love your help
Our sweet 2 year old kitty, Mochi, woke up a few days ago, with what seemed like harmless vomiting and a bit of sleepiness. When it didn't go away in a couple days, we took her to the vet, feeling that something was wrong. She'd never been sick before, and we could tell she definitely felt off.
Mochi is a rescue kitten who wandered into our backyard during a cookout, and we've loved her ever since. She is an ESA, a light in our lives, and an absolute sweetheart.
They initially thought she had a bowel obstruction, as she's the kind of cat who loves to eat paper, plastic, and anything that isn't actually food. Her X-rays showed some inflammation in her intestines, and lots of backup, and it seemed that was the culprit. We were sent home after she was given some fluids and some anti-nausea meds for the vomiting and hoping for her to pass everything at home.
The next day, she had stopped vomiting but looked terrible - not her usual bright kitten self. She had yet to go to the bathroom, so we were advised to bring her back in for followup X-rays and blood work.
The blood work showed a completely different story.
Mochi was suddenly, and without much warning, almost in kidney failure. The vet's best guess was pyelonephritis, a severe kidney infection, that had started as a hidden UTI and traveled to her kidneys, causing systemic inflammation, fever, vomiting, and if not treated urgently, death.
She is heading to an animal hospital for a few days to be given round the clock antibiotics, fluids, and care - to give her the best chance of fighting this. Depending on how well she responds to treatment, this could cost anywhere from $3000 - $6000, on top of the $1700 we have already paid for her initial x-rays and treatment.
After the x-rays, bloodwork, ultrasounds, overnight hospitalization and treatment - we are left with a whopping bill that could grow exponentially depending on how the next two days play out.
We've never done this before, but are asking our networks for any help they can provide in mitigating some costs so we can continue to give Mochi, the sweet dumpster cat who wandered into our yard and hearts two years ago, the best care and chance at survival.
Our hearts are broken and heavy. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for anything you are able to give. We understand fully that it's not the best time for a lot of folks, so our appreciation is immense.
Please love your cats for us. Thank you for reading
Mochi is back to normal and recovering but the bills are still piled up after our long hospital stay and our network has given what they can so we're hoping for some help here.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/mochi-and-her-kidneys-need-your-help
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