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2024.05.15 04:49 ht_baba How crowded can raised bed be?
 | Made a cheap diy raised bed. Picture attached. Planted a few tomato, basil and pepper plants. How much more crowded can it get in there? And what other plants can I plant in there? The bed is 8x4 submitted by ht_baba to Raisedbed [link] [comments] |
2024.05.15 04:48 eugeuov Oathbringer Chapter 37 is my favorite chapter so far.
This chapter is probably not the coolest in all stormlight archive but it's the most emotional for me. We get to be with our Bois from bridge 4, spend time with them, each of them gets their own time (the main guys anyway) and I really loved it. This chapter makes me smile, feel sad, and cheer for them.
We follow the POV of Numuhukumakiaki'aialunamor (yes I take pride for having rock's real name memorize). And we got to see our Bois from bridge 4 training and learning how to inhale stormlight together with some new recruits. While my wholesome Horneater prepares dinner for them, he nearly unalived the lopens cousin for adding spice to a drink but it actually makes the drink better and Rock has to refrain from throwing him off the cliff.
We got to see the lopen being the lopen. He's just showing off and when his lashing fails, he explains to the "earth" how much he loves her and will not leave her for the sky is so hilarious plus he has hands now.
We also had a really wholesome moment with Rock and Renarin. My baby boy Renarin approached bridge 4 eagerly but he still shows a small amount of hesitance. Rock gave him something to do and Renarin did it happily and we got to see how wise Rock is, he knows when to push someone to talk and wait for them to talk. Renarin expressed that now that bridge 4 are becoming windrunners and him as a truthwatcher doesn't fit it and got to see Rock explains that him being a different radiant doesn't mean he's not bridge 4, like rock who does not fight, like Dabbid who does not speak, hobber who can't walk, and Rlain who is a parshman. No matter how different they are, or how strange, or how weird they are all bridge 4 and so was Renarin. This is my favorite scene in the chapter, I really loved it and when Renarin walks to Rlain and just sits there, it was so fitting for both of them it made my heart melt. This made me shout BRIDGE 4 (and the salute) in my room.
Hobber was so desperately trying to inhale stormlight and when he did he was overjoyed that he called all bridge 4 attention. Everybody gathered around him cheering him and the lopen made his first bridge 4 salute with two hands! It makes the scene more emotional. I found myself cheering and jumping for the Bois and so happy for hobber to finally walk again after his incident with Szeth from WoR.
While bridge 4 is training Rock saw a group of honorspren in a couple of plateaus away, there was a big honorspren in human size, I call her mama honorspren. Rock gave respect to them and they watched bridge 4 for a while.
Lastly, it was so heartwarming to see rock finally united with his family and we got a peak at his backstory. When they go back Rock insisted on carrying the bridge for this is their LAST BRIDGE RUN! Because the next time they move, they take to the sky as windrunners! I was so sad and happy that this is their last run.
I am so proud of bridge 4 coming from one of the most difficult times in their life, to being body guards to the kings and finally becoming radiants. I have never felt more emotionally attached to any group in a book unlike bridge 4. I'm excited to see where their journey will bring them.
Journey before Destination radiant.
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We follow the POV of Numuhukumakiaki'aialunamor (yes I take pride for having rock's real name memorize). And we got to see our Bois from bridge 4 training and learning how to inhale stormlight together with some new recruits. While my wholesome Horneater prepares dinner for them, he nearly unalived the lopens cousin for adding spice to a drink but it actually makes the drink better and Rock has to refrain from throwing him off the cliff.
We got to see the lopen being the lopen. He's just showing off and when his lashing fails, he explains to the "earth" how much he loves her and will not leave her for the sky is so hilarious plus he has hands now.
We also had a really wholesome moment with Rock and Renarin. My baby boy Renarin approached bridge 4 eagerly but he still shows a small amount of hesitance. Rock gave him something to do and Renarin did it happily and we got to see how wise Rock is, he knows when to push someone to talk and wait for them to talk. Renarin expressed that now that bridge 4 are becoming windrunners and him as a truthwatcher doesn't fit it and got to see Rock explains that him being a different radiant doesn't mean he's not bridge 4, like rock who does not fight, like Dabbid who does not speak, hobber who can't walk, and Rlain who is a parshman. No matter how different they are, or how strange, or how weird they are all bridge 4 and so was Renarin. This is my favorite scene in the chapter, I really loved it and when Renarin walks to Rlain and just sits there, it was so fitting for both of them it made my heart melt. This made me shout BRIDGE 4 (and the salute) in my room.
Hobber was so desperately trying to inhale stormlight and when he did he was overjoyed that he called all bridge 4 attention. Everybody gathered around him cheering him and the lopen made his first bridge 4 salute with two hands! It makes the scene more emotional. I found myself cheering and jumping for the Bois and so happy for hobber to finally walk again after his incident with Szeth from WoR.
While bridge 4 is training Rock saw a group of honorspren in a couple of plateaus away, there was a big honorspren in human size, I call her mama honorspren. Rock gave respect to them and they watched bridge 4 for a while.
Lastly, it was so heartwarming to see rock finally united with his family and we got a peak at his backstory. When they go back Rock insisted on carrying the bridge for this is their LAST BRIDGE RUN! Because the next time they move, they take to the sky as windrunners! I was so sad and happy that this is their last run.
I am so proud of bridge 4 coming from one of the most difficult times in their life, to being body guards to the kings and finally becoming radiants. I have never felt more emotionally attached to any group in a book unlike bridge 4. I'm excited to see where their journey will bring them.
Journey before Destination radiant.
2024.05.15 04:48 Catawaulcreature Is this emotional abuse?
So I wrote a long essay questioning actions and whether they are emotional abuse but I also feel like I just came here to vent, like I do in my journals, and have focussed on the negatives.
I want to preface this by saying my partner is one of the most supportive and encouraging partners that I have ever had. We make each other laugh daily, we say the same things at the same time, we generally like the same things (but that could also be a product of our time). He's the best communicator that I have been with (that may something about my relationships). Although, I have realised, and he has also pointed out, that I am a people pleaser at heart. It's something I am trying to work on.
We have been together just shy of six months. We both have PTSD, he has ADHD and we both have mood disorders, which I have been hospitalised for. In the past year we have both had suicidal ideation - so there is perhaps some trauma bonding there. But he has said that my illness is also a super power.
In the last year and a half he got out of an abusive relationship with his ex-fiancee. She got incredibly sick and he became her carer. He said the love from the relationship had been gone for the last three years they were together.
When we first got together he said that there were some red flags - I was still friends with some of my exes and people I had had sex with, and he said that that was something he wasn't comfortable with, so I swiftly removed them from my life. He is uncomfortable with how many sexual partners I have had and said that he thought I didnt value sex the same way as him.
We both had hard backgrounds growing up, mine involved parents in active addiction and low socio-economic status, but that changed when I got a new family and was accepted into a good school. He points out that I now come from a 'privileged' family. He came from a small country town, and has built his life up by himself, going through uni and working multiple jobs. He is quick to dismiss my favourite music, and has disdain for the school that I went to, which I often speak of in high regard. I feel like he always finds faults in things that I love. Edit: that's a lie, he has encouraged me to reconnect with friends and encourages me to do the things I love, like sport.
Recently I moved out of a share house where it ended poorly, with a former housemate calling me 'passive aggressive' - I explained the situation to him and why I didn't think I had been passive aggressive and said that I was hurt by that accusation. In the last couple of days I have been emotional and we had an instance where I got up and left the situation because I was feeling sad and overwhelmed. That evening he asked me if there was anything wrong, but it didn't feel like a calm question, but more of an accusation "Is everything OKAY? and that felt that he had been walking on egg shells. He said that I had been passive aggressive and childish. I read up about passive aggression and saw that I most definitely could have been in that situation, so I apologised and said that it was something I would work on, to actively identify it if it happens again, and to correct myself if I think I am doing it. He told me that passive aggression is a deal breaker, he had been in childish relationships before and saw it as his feet getting colder and that he would not stay in a relationship like that. He said that he can't know what I'm thinking and that if I 'turn on him' he would leave. To his merit, he did say that he wants to be with me, and work on this relationship, but it is not the first time he has said that something I have done has made him feel like it is a 'red flag' and he would leave the relationship.
He always talks about how he has a great memory, and brings up stuff I have said in the past, or gets shitty with me if I don't remember something that we have talked about. The other night we were talking about a TV show, and he said he had never seen it (and was adamant that he would remember it if we had). I said that we had and then spoke about a prominent character. Again, he said he had never seen it. When I described a scene with another famous actor, he went 'oh yeah, we have watched that'. He then said his memory was 'selective'.
There are other instances where I have apologised as he has said "I didn't say that" or "I didn't do that" and I have said "oh, I must have remembered it wrong, or maybe it was a dream?" - I have had dreams in the past where I wake up and have thought we had a conversation and have had to clarify if it really happened. I don't get upset with anyone about it, I just say "Hey, I think I dreamt this last night, can you confirm if it happened?"
I just don't want to feel like I am always misremembering or mishearing. I don't want to use the word 'gaslighting' because I know it is thrown around a lot nowadays.
Generally we are pretty good when we say something that could be accusatory or upsetting - "Can you please clarify what you meant by that?" but as a people pleaser, I feel like I am the one constantly saying sorry. I brought up to him that I am not good at telling him 'in the moment' when I am upset, which he does, he always says things like "no, I don't like that / what you did / what you said." I don't want to tell him, or accuse him, of doing something I don't like, or bring up past stuff and say something like "you always do this and I hate it when you do that/it makes me feel this way, etc' so we said that when I get upset, I would sit on it, and try not to ruminate, but come back to it in 10 - 30 minutes and explain why I felt a certain way. When we've said or done something that may have hurt the other's feelings, we often come back ten minutes later and apologise. I find that he is quick to react and get defensive about things, and that it is more often than not, me coming back to apologise.
So, I think I am here to vent because I don't really have anyone else to talk to about this, but I also realise that I am focussing on the negatives with this post. I am not perfect either. We both do stupid shit and we will hurt each others feelings, I'm just hoping for some advice to either educate me on what is emotional abuse and ways to protect myself.
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I want to preface this by saying my partner is one of the most supportive and encouraging partners that I have ever had. We make each other laugh daily, we say the same things at the same time, we generally like the same things (but that could also be a product of our time). He's the best communicator that I have been with (that may something about my relationships). Although, I have realised, and he has also pointed out, that I am a people pleaser at heart. It's something I am trying to work on.
We have been together just shy of six months. We both have PTSD, he has ADHD and we both have mood disorders, which I have been hospitalised for. In the past year we have both had suicidal ideation - so there is perhaps some trauma bonding there. But he has said that my illness is also a super power.
In the last year and a half he got out of an abusive relationship with his ex-fiancee. She got incredibly sick and he became her carer. He said the love from the relationship had been gone for the last three years they were together.
When we first got together he said that there were some red flags - I was still friends with some of my exes and people I had had sex with, and he said that that was something he wasn't comfortable with, so I swiftly removed them from my life. He is uncomfortable with how many sexual partners I have had and said that he thought I didnt value sex the same way as him.
We both had hard backgrounds growing up, mine involved parents in active addiction and low socio-economic status, but that changed when I got a new family and was accepted into a good school. He points out that I now come from a 'privileged' family. He came from a small country town, and has built his life up by himself, going through uni and working multiple jobs. He is quick to dismiss my favourite music, and has disdain for the school that I went to, which I often speak of in high regard. I feel like he always finds faults in things that I love. Edit: that's a lie, he has encouraged me to reconnect with friends and encourages me to do the things I love, like sport.
Recently I moved out of a share house where it ended poorly, with a former housemate calling me 'passive aggressive' - I explained the situation to him and why I didn't think I had been passive aggressive and said that I was hurt by that accusation. In the last couple of days I have been emotional and we had an instance where I got up and left the situation because I was feeling sad and overwhelmed. That evening he asked me if there was anything wrong, but it didn't feel like a calm question, but more of an accusation "Is everything OKAY? and that felt that he had been walking on egg shells. He said that I had been passive aggressive and childish. I read up about passive aggression and saw that I most definitely could have been in that situation, so I apologised and said that it was something I would work on, to actively identify it if it happens again, and to correct myself if I think I am doing it. He told me that passive aggression is a deal breaker, he had been in childish relationships before and saw it as his feet getting colder and that he would not stay in a relationship like that. He said that he can't know what I'm thinking and that if I 'turn on him' he would leave. To his merit, he did say that he wants to be with me, and work on this relationship, but it is not the first time he has said that something I have done has made him feel like it is a 'red flag' and he would leave the relationship.
He always talks about how he has a great memory, and brings up stuff I have said in the past, or gets shitty with me if I don't remember something that we have talked about. The other night we were talking about a TV show, and he said he had never seen it (and was adamant that he would remember it if we had). I said that we had and then spoke about a prominent character. Again, he said he had never seen it. When I described a scene with another famous actor, he went 'oh yeah, we have watched that'. He then said his memory was 'selective'.
There are other instances where I have apologised as he has said "I didn't say that" or "I didn't do that" and I have said "oh, I must have remembered it wrong, or maybe it was a dream?" - I have had dreams in the past where I wake up and have thought we had a conversation and have had to clarify if it really happened. I don't get upset with anyone about it, I just say "Hey, I think I dreamt this last night, can you confirm if it happened?"
I just don't want to feel like I am always misremembering or mishearing. I don't want to use the word 'gaslighting' because I know it is thrown around a lot nowadays.
Generally we are pretty good when we say something that could be accusatory or upsetting - "Can you please clarify what you meant by that?" but as a people pleaser, I feel like I am the one constantly saying sorry. I brought up to him that I am not good at telling him 'in the moment' when I am upset, which he does, he always says things like "no, I don't like that / what you did / what you said." I don't want to tell him, or accuse him, of doing something I don't like, or bring up past stuff and say something like "you always do this and I hate it when you do that/it makes me feel this way, etc' so we said that when I get upset, I would sit on it, and try not to ruminate, but come back to it in 10 - 30 minutes and explain why I felt a certain way. When we've said or done something that may have hurt the other's feelings, we often come back ten minutes later and apologise. I find that he is quick to react and get defensive about things, and that it is more often than not, me coming back to apologise.
So, I think I am here to vent because I don't really have anyone else to talk to about this, but I also realise that I am focussing on the negatives with this post. I am not perfect either. We both do stupid shit and we will hurt each others feelings, I'm just hoping for some advice to either educate me on what is emotional abuse and ways to protect myself.
2024.05.15 04:47 JustKneller Epilogues for every BG NPC
By popular demand, I guess...
I was kinda just being a smart-ass, but some of you wanted more so here it is: epilogues for every NPC as if they didn't continue to travel with Gorion's Ward and instead just decided to live their own life. Obviously, there are some implied alignment changes here.
This turned out to be longer than I expected and I kinda just threw it all together while I was working. Please excuse any typos or sloppy writing.
I want to apologize for one thing, though. Viconia's epilogue really only works if GW is a male, so I had to make that assumption for the sake of her story. If it matters any, I easily play just as many female GWs as I do male GWs. In fact, I probably play more female GWs because I don't care for the romances, frequently play the canon party, and want to nip the lame Jah romance in the bud.
But, to have them all in one place, I included my original smart-ass epilogues with the additional ones I created. Now, every character from BG1 and BG2 has an epilogue. I don't have the EE characters, though, because I play the original games and don't really know them.
So, just for funsies, which one is your favorite and why?
"Anomen continued to wait at the Copper Coronet for a party of adventurers willing to travel with him. Maybe it was the grating sound of his voice, or perhaps the way he leered at women, but he continued to remain alone. Eventually, he needed to find work to make ends meet. With Gorion's Ward having disbanded the slave traders and pit fights, Hendak had to find a new form of entertainment for the patrons. As such, he invented an all male review ladies night, and Anomen found work as a 'dancer'. He left the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart to join the less noble order of the pole. He also renounced his faith to Helm and instead allied himself with Waukeen because if you wanna see some groin, you gotta have some coin."
"Despite Gorion's Ward clearing the trolls from her keep, Nalia was not able to reclaim her lands and instead lost her estate to Lord Roenall. The lord offered to let her retain residence in her family's ancestral home, but only in exchange for her hand in marriage. Nalia found the proposition to be repugnant. Instead, she salvaged whatever wealth she could from her family's keep and moved to Athkatla to start a new life. She no longer helped the less fortunate, as she was now among their numbers and had her own problems. Nalia's lack of any practical skills combined with her sense of entitlement sent her into a life of failure followed by drinking and debauchery. She now spends more time back at the Copper Coronet than anywhere else. It is hard to say where she squanders her wealth more, the alcohol, or on the dancers during Ladies Night."
"After the incident with the Planar Sphere, Valygar was finally free of his past, could retire to his cabin, and pursue his true passion: writing. Ironically, the only inspiration he found ended up stemming from his family's checkered past. Valygar's only works that even had middling success were 'Tuesdays with Lavok' and 'Dude, Where's My Planar Sphere', with the latter being made into a production at the Five Flagoons Theater."
"Haer'Dalis continued to work as a performer at the Five Flagoons Theater. Unfortunately, it struggled due to poor management. It might have turned out better if an outside agent with fresh ideas had stepped in, but Gorion's Ward had better things to do than be a bard. While the work was generally steady, the returns were not great and the material was a little low-brow for Haer'Dalis' liking. The tiefling realized he reached rock bottom when he was cast as the lead in a play about a buffoon who apparently lost a plane-shifting apparatus the size of a small castle and had to find it before his parents returned from Neverwinter. After the opening night, he took his own life in his dressing room. His body was found the next morning with a note saying, 'Art is dead and I am art, so I shall join art in death.' Biff the Understudy stepped in for Haer'Dalis despite never having an opportunity to read the script. Nevertheless, the production was a resounding success and launched Biff's career to new heights."
“A heartbroken Garrick found work as a character actor at the Five Flagoons Theater, but eventually gained more success as a writer and director. He found it to be a mostly agreeable situation, aside from a tiefling primadonna who would constantly belittle his work and call it ”trite" and “drivel”. Fortunately, that situation worked itself out in time and Garrick found Biff to be much easier to direct. With the tiefling gone, his ideas had room to grow. He invented a new kind of love story, one where the protagonist doesn't always get the girl at the end but the journey to that ending would be quite amusing. He labeled this genre “the Comedy of Romance” and the works were mostly based on his own life. His plays were quite popular among the commoners, with his top selling shows being 'Sleepless in Saradush', 'Silverymoon Linings Playbook', and 'Crazy Rich Aasimars'. He eventually fully transitioned off the stage into the director's chair. By the peak of his fame, he was married to none other than Queen Ellesime."
“Aerie continued to work at the circus and WOULD NOT SHUT UP ABOUT HER DAMN WINGS. Even Quayle eventually grew sick of hearing about it. This put strain on their relationship. Things took a turn for the better when Ribald Barterman acquired a new curiosity for his shop. It was a magical ring which he sold to Quayle at a reduced rate out of sympathy. This ”treasure" was actually a cursed Ring of Deafness, which Quayle found to be anything but a curse and wore it for the rest of his days."
“Xzar and Montaron were both slain at the hands of the Athkatla Harpers, but this is actually where their story begins. Xzar, as he had done so many times before, had a backup plan of an arcane nature should death befall either he or the halfling. Their mortal essences were pulled to a pocket plane he created. There they could be channeled into restored bodies cloned at his estate. With this particular round of ritual, Xzar had incidentally made a slight error in the incantation and the two found themselves in a time suspended state in Xzar's pocket plane. It was only five minutes for the rest of the world, but it was fifty years for them. This turned out to be a pivot point in their relationship. Having only each other's company in this shadowy void, they were finally able to work out their feelings for each other. When they had returned to the prime material plane, they discovered their mutual animosity was replaced with love. Rather than pick up their life where they left off with the Zhentarim, they decided to pack it all in, moved to Bryn Shander, and start a bed and breakfast. Montaron rediscovered his halfling roots and love for the culinary arts while Xzar would perform seances to connect guests with their late loved ones. Scones and Bones became an overnight success and was consistently listed as a “must see” in Volo's travel guides. In their golden years, the couple co-wrote a memoir of their journey, ‘Brokeback Montaron’, which is sold in bookstores everywhere."
“After briefly crossing paths with Gorion's Ward, Mazzy Fentan continued her crusade as a de facto halfling paladin. She eventually found herself petitioning for membership at the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart in Athkatla after she had singlehandedly saved a village from an ancient dracolich. Despite the extent of her virtue and accomplishment, her petition was denied on the basis that halflings could not possibly be real paladins. This inspired her next crusade, one to break down vocational barriers for all demihuman races. Why couldn't halflings be paladins or dwarves be wizards? And why did gnomes always have to be illusionists? It simply made no goddamn sense. She began to get traction with her quest when she attended lectures by the wizards of the (sword) coast in Candlekeep. With their help, she ushered Faerun into a newedition era where there would be no vocational barriers for adventurers based on their race. Soon, the world began to see roguish halflings that also venerated Helm, while tending to the wilds as a druid. Half-orc bards also studied as wizards while manifesting natural arcane abilities as sorcerers. Tiefling paladins took their crusades to the wilderness and served as rangers, while sidelining as clergy to Mystra. The world was now a liberated place, free to not make any goddamn sense in a myriad of new ways. At one point, Lady Mazzy Fentan of Trademeet (now formally a paladin) crossed paths with a dwarven shadowdancebard and in that moment she regretted everything. Seriously, just take a moment and picture that. It would look fucking ridiculous.”
“Yeslick's clanhome was flooded once again. Despondent and without options, he took work at a smithy in Baldur's Gate but never stopped dreaming of finding both a clan and a home. He found a way to bring this dream to life after a courageous halfling paladin broke down the barriers for, among other things, dwarves to be wizards. Yeslick had an idea. He studied magic diligently until he was able to cast two spells of great importance: Water Breathing and Permanence. He then searched the lands for other clanless dwarves who would be willing to try something new. With the new clan he formed, Yeslick permanently gave all his fellow clansman the ability to breath underwater. They then moved into the flooded Cloakwood Mines and built the first underwater dwarven stronghold. Using his arcane powers, Yeslick also developed the ability to speak with the marine life that shared this stronghold. And, with that, the clan Aquadwarf was born. At one point, Valygar visited and wrote a play based on Yeslick's story. However, he couldn't even get it to stage at the Five Flagoons Theater. The illustrious director Garrick was quoted as saying, “A hero that can breath underwater and talk to fish? Nobody would go for that!"
“Keldorn finally retired from the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart and looked forward to a much simpler life. He rekindled his marriage with Lady Maria and life seemed to improve. It was rather early on when the couple discovered that Maria had become pregnant again. It was also not long after that when Peony, the housekeeper, also became pregnant. Maria started to ask Keldorn about this, but Keldorn started to get defensive and asked, ”Hey, who's the Inquisitor here?" Then Keldorn started to do the math with her to track the conception of Maria's pregnancy. She certainly did not want him to get to the end of that equation, so she quickly changed the subject. She suggested getting a new maid, but Keldorn chastised her for abandoning someone in their time of need who had been like family for years. He forbade Peony's departure claiming that his god, Torm, would not stand for it. Maria then made a passive aggressive comment about Torm being the god of loyalty, but she was mostly just muttering under her breath to get the last word in. Eventually, both children were born and had probably the most awkward upbringing of anyone in Faerun."
“After Gorion's Ward helped Coran take down a wyvern, the rogue brought the beast's head back to the mayor of Beregost for the reward and accolades. He thought this put him in a position to be a hero of great renown and perhaps, just maybe, people would stop mocking him for his flashy attire and completely superfluous eye mask. They didn't. He only gained acceptance when he crossed paths with a ranger who seemed indifferent towards Coran's keen fashion sense. Coran traveled the Sword Coast with his ranger sidekick, righting the wrongs against the ‘little guy’ and taking the law into their own hands when needed. This partnership dissolved when he discovered that the ranger thought Coran was the sidekick. As if! Coran tried to correct the ranger, whose argument was, 'Really, man, if that outfit doesn't scream sidekick then I'm Elminster's twin brother.' The ranger was not related to Elminster and shared no resemblance.
“Kivan never was able to get his revenge on Tazok. Unbeknownst to him, that honor was taken by Gorion's Ward. His thirst for vengeance continued to eat away at him until he found himself in a bat infested cave in the wilderness. It was then he snapped. He turned the cave into his secret hideaway, put together a disguise and started wandering the sword coast looking for evil-doers to punish. He would leave his calling card wherever he saved the day, a token of a bat with longer ears like an elf. And bats already had rather long ears so these bat ears were almost comically obtrusive. Nevertheless, his deeds were generally appreciated and the people stared calling him Bat-elf. For a short spell, another elf tagged along with him and tried to help, but he was so flamboyantly dressed that one could pick his sidekick out of the shadows blindfolded. Kivan eventually had to send him on his way. Unfortunately, his vigilante crusade abruptly ended after receiving a cease and decist order from DC Comics. Kivan could fight both monster and marauder all day, but his 14 Constitution wouldn't hold up against a lawsuit for trademark infringement.”
“Skie was deeply affected by both the death of her brother and the assassination of her father. And yes, her father was actually murdered and didn't lol-jk back to life in some crappy DLC. In any event, through these traumas, she came to realize the puerility of what she thought was her brilliant criminal masterminding. Instead, she decided to settle down and live a more responsible life as an upstanding citizen of Baldur's Gate. She took the reins of her father's estate after his death and rose to prominence as one of the Grand Dukes of the city. She maintained her relationship with Eldoth for quite some time, inexplicably, as he refused to get a job because he didn't want to take attention from his band which he swore was going to make it. However, the bard spent most of the day either lounging at Skie’s estate or gambling away his allowance with games of three-dragon-ante at the Helm and Cloak. Eventually, inspired by the book “Men Are From Menzoberranzan, Women Are From Immilmar," she decided to call it quits with Eldoth and sent him packing. Shortly thereafter, she met a man who was nothing like Eldoth and they settled down together to start a family."
“Eldoth's dreams of being a world-famous musician fronting the greatest band in Faerun never reached fruition. This was partly because he didn't actually have a band and partly because he didn't have the talent to write music. Instead, he just had a lute he purchased at Lucky Aello's Discount Store that only had one A-string and was missing the E-string. Also, Eldoth could only play power chords and he couldn't really sing and play at the same time. Most of the time he would just strum a chord or two and then talk about what the song would do next, often describing a solo and half playing it on an ”air lute" (while he was still holding an actual lute, mind you) to give people the idea as to how the song would sound when it was finally written. Yeah, he was one of those guys. After Skie kicked him to the curb, he bounced between various barmaids who clearly had low self-esteem, but not low enough to keep him around for long. Eventually, he got one of them pregnant and was forced into a shotgun wedding by the barmaid's father. He now works in the kitchen at the same inn as his barmaid wife. She helps the customers up front and he cooks eggs in the back. Eldoth continues to tell himself that this experience will just provide inspiration for his music and that someday he was going to get the band back together."
“After being rescued by Gorion's Ward, Xan made his way to Baldur's Gate to regroup. He spent an inordinate amount of time beating himself up over his failures and trying to muster the gumption to continue his quest to unravel the political turmoil of the region. However, it took him months to get to this point, and by that time, Gorion's Ward already sorted out the problems in the region. Discovering this, he deemed himself a failure yet again and sunk into a deeper depression. He pulled himself out of it when he met a woman who lost most of her family to violent deaths during the iron crisis, yet she still kept herself together and became a local success in a few short years. Xan immediately fell in love with the recently single Skie Silvershield and began to court her. They eventually married and started a family. At Xan's insistence, and inspired by his wife's name, their two daughters were named Sunshine and Rainbow. Xan was a staunch supporter of his wife's career and stayed home to raise the kids. When they were older and needed less attending, he followed a new dream and became a motivational speaker.”
“Korgan had his revenge against his backstabbing crew and employer, but he felt...empty. It was done, but he felt no satisfaction. Disgruntled and disappointed, he decided to lose himself in his cups at the Copper Coronet. Even this did nothing to alleviate his malaise. One night, having passed out drunk in a peasant room at the Copper Coronet, he dreamt of that final fight but something was different. In the background of the battle, there was a glow coming from the door of a shack and he heard the whispering of a language that sounded like it was from Kara-Tur. When he woke the next morning, Korgan returned to the rooftop and found the shack from his dream. He knocked and was greeted by a priest of Illmater. Korgan told the priest of his dream and he was led into the backroom where he found a man from Kara-Tur infirm and huddled over a cup of tea. The priest explained that he had just reincarnated this man of the faith using a heart delivered by a passing adventurer. Korgan took this as a sign, converted to the faith, and the two paired up to help those in suffering as a result of the schemes of others. The tales of Korgan and Yoshimo were not only told in many of a tavern by the bards, but also collected in graphic serials that were popular among the children of Athkatla.”
“Ajantis' death sent him into an afterlife at Everwatch, the realm of Helm. For his honor and diligence, the devout knight was granted an audience with his patron. Ajantis then told Helm what utter bullshit the god was. I mean, c'mon, he's the god of protection, the Vigilant One, and he couldn't protect a group of knights from a dragon's cheap illusion spell that a mage even tried to dispel with True Sight? It was like Helm wasn't even trying. Helm was stunned by the confrontation but also had no valid defense. Ajantis called Helm to a trial that was mediated by Tyr. After careful deliberation, Tyr determined that Helm was sleeping on the job and the judgment was to demote him to a lesser deity. Now, Helm was the patron of guards, but not actual guards that ever see action, just the ceremonial ones whose weapons and armor are super shiny and probably not even real. Ajantis was then granted Helm's old portfolio and became a god that truly protected his followers.”
“Viconia left Athkatla's government district perplexed. She was rescued from burning at the stake by Gorion's Ward and then immediately dismissed. She found this to be unusual behavior for a male. She was accustomed to men either trying to bed her or kill her, but this casual indifference was completely new. Viconia came to be obsessed with Gorion's Ward from a distance. She spiraled into a fantasy where the two of them had a future together. It was pretty bad. There were some extremely embarrassing vision boards involved and that wasn't even the worst of it. When her mania reached critical mass, her obsession actually collapsed and she had an epiphany. She came to realize that she did not need this man, or any for that matter. She started on a journey of self discovery and took a moral inventory of her past relationships. She wrote about it in the book, “Men Are From Menzoberranzan, Women Are From Immilmar”. She then used the revenue from the book sales to open Athkatla's first feminist bookstore. In Her Words became a mecca for women, particularly those who felt trapped in bad relationships. The community that emerged here created the group, Friends of Galia, which strove to free women from abusive relationships. Eventually, the bookstore expanded to include an apartment block above that became a shelter for such women. Occasionally, the partners of these victims would come around to In Her Words in an attempt to drag their partners back home. You can probably guess how a confrontation between a drunken 0-level commoner and a Drow priestess of Shar ends."
“Faldorn was defeated by Jaheira in Trademeet and lost her title of Arch-Druid. In truth, she was relieved to be relieved of the position. Years of pushing forward the Shadow Druid agenda led Faldorn to realize that she had lost touch with the real Faldorn along the way. After some soul-searching, she reinvented herself as a lifestyle guru and developed an entire line of organic health and beauty products under the name, She-Wolf. Both her products and seminars were all the rage in Athkatla, specifically among noblewomen who clearly had too much free time. Faldorn eventually gave up her residence in natural environs for a lavish estate in Athkatla's government district. Her following soon pressured her to petition to join the Council of Six after the fall of the Cowled Wizards left the position open (aside from a short-term replacement). Her petition was a success and she soon found herself on the Council of Six. Under her leadership, she created created the FDAA, the Food and Drink Association of Athkatla. Now, instead of draconian rules governing magic in the city, equally restrictive rules and standards were applied to the food and drink that the people consumed.”
“Barely surviving being gravely wounded by Irenicus, Tiax left Spellhold for Athkatla where he intended to do what he did best: rule. Learning from his past campaign mistakes in Baldur's Gate, he changed his slogan from ”Tiax Rules!" to “Make Athkatla Great Again”. Of course, what he thought would make Athkatla great was putting himself in charge as a despotic leader. But, he toned down that aspect of his platform and instead focused on the history of scheming and backroom dealing of the Cowled Wizards (as if he was any less evil or scheming) and promised the people he would be different than all the other corrupt politicians. Miraculously, despite his obviously apparent character flaws, he succeeded in replacing the Cowled Wizards' representative on the Council of Six. He decided to take their stance on restrictive magic to the next level and banned magic entirely. Since he didn't study the arcane himself, it was no skin of his nose. This move undermined his support base leaving him with only the most backwards and ignorant followers. He was ultimately removed from his position when he insisted the city build a wall around the planar sphere and was expecting that the city's wizards would be the ones to pay for it. After his removal, his few remaining extreme supporters organized an invasion of the main government building under the guise of freedom of assembly. All nine of these “rebels” were rounded up, tried, and sent to prison. Tiax was convicted of treason and reincarnated in Spellhold, which was now just a common prison. After his eventual release, he was prohibited from seeking any position of power in Amn."
"Edwin Odesseiron continued to lay low with the Shadow Thieves for a while. The Cowled Wizards suffered a crippling blow as a side effect of the conflict between Gorion's Ward and Irenicus. Edwin decided to step in and finish the job. His thought was that he could wipe out the Cowled Wizard remnants and then take credit for their defeat, thereby gaining him more clout among the Red Wizards of Thay. After many conspicuous mage battles in the streets of Athkatla, he succeeded. However, the people who noticed his efforts the most were actually the people of Athkatla. They were tired of living under the Cowled Wizards' iron fist and Edwin was lauded as a liberator and hero. He even had a statue in his image raised in Waukeen's Promenade. Edwin was initially nonplussed over people finally giving him the credit he always felt he so rightfully deserved. But, he quickly came to accept their praise and bought in to being a champion for the people. Edwin continued his agenda of liberation when a clearly insane gnome who found his way on the Council of Six tried to ban magic entirely in the city. Edwin and his followers were primarily responsible for having the madman removed from his seat.
“Shar-Teel, Safana, Branwen, and Alora all happened to cross paths with each other at Elfsong one evening. Shar-Teel was looking to fight a man, Safana was looking to shag a man, Branwen was recently petrified by a man, and Alora was just excited to be somewhere new. The four got to talking with each other and, despite having wildly different personalities, seemed to hit it off. Shar-Teel was sarcastic and aggressive, Safana was self-absorbed and man-hungry, Alora was kind and sweet, and Branwen was the matriarch of the group. You wouldn't think this lot would get along, but they actually did, and their differences merely become the fuel for innocuous hi-jinks week after week.”
"With Gorion's help, Cernd was able to rescue his child that he then abandoned again at the druid grove near Trademeet. He promised that he would return to raise the child, he just needed to run to the general shop in Trademeet for some pipeweed. He never returned, but that was pretty obvious since he didn’t even smoke. Cernd continued to wander Faerun. It came to light in Cormyr that Cernd had actually married, and had children, with numerous women in Cormyr, Amn, the Sword Coast, Tethyr, Calimshan, Turmish, Halruaa, Icewind Dale, Chondath, Sembia, Impiltur, the Silver Marches, and even the Troll Hills (don't ask). Furthermore, it was discovered that Cernd was not actually a druid, just a werewolf that had a Ring of Goodberries. The druid con was so that he could have a reason to abandon his wives and children and move on to a new situation. You would be surprised at how many women could fall for a guy that can conjure an impromptu picnic in the park. Unfortunately for Cernd, Cormyr was not the kind of place to run afoul of the legal system. For the crime of bigamy, he was sentenced to life in prison. He never set foot near a druid grove again, but he was allowed to participate in a work-release program tending to the gardens of nobles.
“Kagain returned to his shop and grew even more bitter, but not over what the death of Entar Silvershield's son had done to his reputation and business. Instead, he resented that even the Enhanced Edition of the game didn't give him a remotely decent companion quest. By Moradin's hammer, Cernd even had a pretty involved companion quest and the story there both starts and ends with a deadbeat dad! Also, Kagain can regenerate! Korgan can't even do that. And another thing! He was sick of people confusing the two of them as if all dwarves look alike or something. Ok, granted, they're both old dwarves with greying beards, but Korgan's beard is tied while Kagain's beard is brushed out. Of course, none of this made sense to anyone, even to Kagain who never actually crossed paths with Cernd or Korgan. However, the dwarf had nothing to do with his time except stand in his shop, isolated and alone, until he was done in by insanity and plantar fasciitis.”
“The death of Khalid shook Jaheira to the core. She convinced herself that she could never love again, certainly not so soon after his death nor with anyone that would be a child in her eyes. That would be absurd and rather tacky. After her escape from Irenicus' prison and deposing Faldorn from the druid grove, she took over as Arch-Druid. Being a Harper just wouldn't be the same without Khalid. However, the grove would allow her to explore a new, but comfortingly familiar, phase of life. She had barely been installed as the Arch-Druid when Cernd dropped off his child and disappeared again. He did not even stay long enough to tell Jaheira the child's name. Knowing he would likely not return, she named the child Khalid after her lost love. Realizing there were other children our there without families to care for them, Jahaeira would send her subordinates to wander nearby lands and bring them to the grove for a better life. Perhaps not surprisingly, many of these children happened to be Cernd's. She eventually renamed the grove to Kinder Garden in honor of the grove's new purpose of giving these children a kinder upbringing. Jaheira's headstrong personality served her well with these lost children, who all loved her as they would any mother. The Kinder Garden became the most thriving druid grove in all of Faerun. Jaheira eventually died in 1547 DR, with hundreds of children haven been rescued in her lifetime, and a memorial was erected in her honor at the grove. The inscription read, 'Nature's Servant Awaits.'"
“After being freed from Irenicus' dungeon, Minsc put his boots on the ground at the Copper Coronet. Being the simple man that he was, he found himself unwittingly recruited into fighting in the gladiator pits (before Gorion's Ward was able to free the slaves). Yet again, Minsc took a blow to the head. But this time, its effects were something completely new. No longer was he the slow-witted evil-slaying ranger, armed to the teeth and packing a hamster. Instead, his intelligence and wisdom started to blossom and he explored, through dissertation, the impact of modern civilization on the overall ecosystem of Faerun. Indeed, before Minsc started his work, the people of Faerun didn't even have the concept of an ”ecosystem". He left Athkatla to pursue a residency at Jaheira's grove where he could study and work in peace. He published works like, “The Intersection of Geopolitics and Biodiversity: Living More but Dying Sooner”, “The Essential Symbiosis Between the Savage and Civilization”, and “Moral Urbanization: Seeking a More Comprehensive Prosperity”. Minsc continued his studies and writing and ultimately produced enough groundbreaking works to have his own annex in Candlekeep. It was shortly after the dedication of this annex that Minsc disappeared from Faerun, never to be seen again."
“Jan Jansen's fate was the most impressive of all as his endeavors shaped the very fabric of Faerun for centuries to come. His story truly serves as a moral lesson for everyone and we should heed its virtue quite seriously. Helping Lissa and Jaella planted a seed of regret in Lissa with regards to her marriage to Vaelag. Speaking of seeds, this reminds Jan of a time when he was helping his Uncle Scratchy with his turnip farm. However, Uncle Scratchy was hoodwinked and the seeds he received were actually purple carrot seeds. You can imagine Uncle Scratchy's surprise when they sprouted and he suddenly had a field of purple carrots. Well, as you probably know, you can't make turnip stew, or turnip casserole, or turnip pie with purple carrots. But it just so happened there was a mage tower nearby and the resident mage needed a vast number of carrots. Apparently, her plan was to animate them as a kind of vegetable army to combat a myconid infestation in cave system rather close to her tower. Of course, animated carrots are quite self-assured and were immune to myconoid's confusion spores. Anyway, Jan had a once-removed cousin, Bobil, that was lost in those caves when he was a young gnome. He had wandered so deep that he found himself in the den of a solitary xvart who was obsessed with a magic ring. Bobil happened to purloin that ring but it turned out to not be magic at all. However, it was still worth enough for Bobil to buy himself a nice cottage in Trademeet. He then started his own turnip farm and had better luck than Uncle Scratchy. Wait, what were we talking about, again?”
“Boo continued his mission to study the sentient life forms of Faerun and determine their potential impact on the metaverse. He preferred the continued company of Minsc due to the ranger's kindness and protectiveness. Boo found this to be quite valuable in his current miniaturized state. Even after Minsc's accident, where his intellect began to expand, Minsc never lost his good heart and inherent kindness and the two remained the best of friends. It was a number of years later that the term of Boo's mission was complete. A team of his fellow people arrived on a spelljammer to collect the giant miniaturized space hamster. Minsc (and Boo) were on a retreat in a remote part of the Neverwinter Wood when a vessel shaped like a giant acorn landed in a nearby clearing. A number of human-sized anthropomorphic hamster-like beings, who called themselves the Ysoki, emerged and met with Boo. One had a strange crystalline device which it used to restore Boo to his proper size. Minsc naturally remained composed while all this was happening. He and Boo talked often and he knew this day would be coming. Boo returned to the spelljammer with his brethren to debrief on the mission. The Ysoki wanted to bring a sample back to their homeworld for further learning and study. Boo offered Minsc for the task, as the exemplar human would fit in nicely with the Ysoki's advanced culture and society. Everyone was in agreement and made the offer to the ranger. Minsc felt like he had made every contribution he could to the people of Faerun, so he accepted and boarded the ship. Boo, excited to finally be on a spelljammer again, took the helm and plotted a course for his homeworld. At his side sat his friend and faithful companion, Minsc.”
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I was kinda just being a smart-ass, but some of you wanted more so here it is: epilogues for every NPC as if they didn't continue to travel with Gorion's Ward and instead just decided to live their own life. Obviously, there are some implied alignment changes here.
This turned out to be longer than I expected and I kinda just threw it all together while I was working. Please excuse any typos or sloppy writing.
I want to apologize for one thing, though. Viconia's epilogue really only works if GW is a male, so I had to make that assumption for the sake of her story. If it matters any, I easily play just as many female GWs as I do male GWs. In fact, I probably play more female GWs because I don't care for the romances, frequently play the canon party, and want to nip the lame Jah romance in the bud.
But, to have them all in one place, I included my original smart-ass epilogues with the additional ones I created. Now, every character from BG1 and BG2 has an epilogue. I don't have the EE characters, though, because I play the original games and don't really know them.
So, just for funsies, which one is your favorite and why?
"Anomen continued to wait at the Copper Coronet for a party of adventurers willing to travel with him. Maybe it was the grating sound of his voice, or perhaps the way he leered at women, but he continued to remain alone. Eventually, he needed to find work to make ends meet. With Gorion's Ward having disbanded the slave traders and pit fights, Hendak had to find a new form of entertainment for the patrons. As such, he invented an all male review ladies night, and Anomen found work as a 'dancer'. He left the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart to join the less noble order of the pole. He also renounced his faith to Helm and instead allied himself with Waukeen because if you wanna see some groin, you gotta have some coin."
"Despite Gorion's Ward clearing the trolls from her keep, Nalia was not able to reclaim her lands and instead lost her estate to Lord Roenall. The lord offered to let her retain residence in her family's ancestral home, but only in exchange for her hand in marriage. Nalia found the proposition to be repugnant. Instead, she salvaged whatever wealth she could from her family's keep and moved to Athkatla to start a new life. She no longer helped the less fortunate, as she was now among their numbers and had her own problems. Nalia's lack of any practical skills combined with her sense of entitlement sent her into a life of failure followed by drinking and debauchery. She now spends more time back at the Copper Coronet than anywhere else. It is hard to say where she squanders her wealth more, the alcohol, or on the dancers during Ladies Night."
"After the incident with the Planar Sphere, Valygar was finally free of his past, could retire to his cabin, and pursue his true passion: writing. Ironically, the only inspiration he found ended up stemming from his family's checkered past. Valygar's only works that even had middling success were 'Tuesdays with Lavok' and 'Dude, Where's My Planar Sphere', with the latter being made into a production at the Five Flagoons Theater."
"Haer'Dalis continued to work as a performer at the Five Flagoons Theater. Unfortunately, it struggled due to poor management. It might have turned out better if an outside agent with fresh ideas had stepped in, but Gorion's Ward had better things to do than be a bard. While the work was generally steady, the returns were not great and the material was a little low-brow for Haer'Dalis' liking. The tiefling realized he reached rock bottom when he was cast as the lead in a play about a buffoon who apparently lost a plane-shifting apparatus the size of a small castle and had to find it before his parents returned from Neverwinter. After the opening night, he took his own life in his dressing room. His body was found the next morning with a note saying, 'Art is dead and I am art, so I shall join art in death.' Biff the Understudy stepped in for Haer'Dalis despite never having an opportunity to read the script. Nevertheless, the production was a resounding success and launched Biff's career to new heights."
“A heartbroken Garrick found work as a character actor at the Five Flagoons Theater, but eventually gained more success as a writer and director. He found it to be a mostly agreeable situation, aside from a tiefling primadonna who would constantly belittle his work and call it ”trite" and “drivel”. Fortunately, that situation worked itself out in time and Garrick found Biff to be much easier to direct. With the tiefling gone, his ideas had room to grow. He invented a new kind of love story, one where the protagonist doesn't always get the girl at the end but the journey to that ending would be quite amusing. He labeled this genre “the Comedy of Romance” and the works were mostly based on his own life. His plays were quite popular among the commoners, with his top selling shows being 'Sleepless in Saradush', 'Silverymoon Linings Playbook', and 'Crazy Rich Aasimars'. He eventually fully transitioned off the stage into the director's chair. By the peak of his fame, he was married to none other than Queen Ellesime."
“Aerie continued to work at the circus and WOULD NOT SHUT UP ABOUT HER DAMN WINGS. Even Quayle eventually grew sick of hearing about it. This put strain on their relationship. Things took a turn for the better when Ribald Barterman acquired a new curiosity for his shop. It was a magical ring which he sold to Quayle at a reduced rate out of sympathy. This ”treasure" was actually a cursed Ring of Deafness, which Quayle found to be anything but a curse and wore it for the rest of his days."
“Xzar and Montaron were both slain at the hands of the Athkatla Harpers, but this is actually where their story begins. Xzar, as he had done so many times before, had a backup plan of an arcane nature should death befall either he or the halfling. Their mortal essences were pulled to a pocket plane he created. There they could be channeled into restored bodies cloned at his estate. With this particular round of ritual, Xzar had incidentally made a slight error in the incantation and the two found themselves in a time suspended state in Xzar's pocket plane. It was only five minutes for the rest of the world, but it was fifty years for them. This turned out to be a pivot point in their relationship. Having only each other's company in this shadowy void, they were finally able to work out their feelings for each other. When they had returned to the prime material plane, they discovered their mutual animosity was replaced with love. Rather than pick up their life where they left off with the Zhentarim, they decided to pack it all in, moved to Bryn Shander, and start a bed and breakfast. Montaron rediscovered his halfling roots and love for the culinary arts while Xzar would perform seances to connect guests with their late loved ones. Scones and Bones became an overnight success and was consistently listed as a “must see” in Volo's travel guides. In their golden years, the couple co-wrote a memoir of their journey, ‘Brokeback Montaron’, which is sold in bookstores everywhere."
“After briefly crossing paths with Gorion's Ward, Mazzy Fentan continued her crusade as a de facto halfling paladin. She eventually found herself petitioning for membership at the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart in Athkatla after she had singlehandedly saved a village from an ancient dracolich. Despite the extent of her virtue and accomplishment, her petition was denied on the basis that halflings could not possibly be real paladins. This inspired her next crusade, one to break down vocational barriers for all demihuman races. Why couldn't halflings be paladins or dwarves be wizards? And why did gnomes always have to be illusionists? It simply made no goddamn sense. She began to get traction with her quest when she attended lectures by the wizards of the (sword) coast in Candlekeep. With their help, she ushered Faerun into a new
“Yeslick's clanhome was flooded once again. Despondent and without options, he took work at a smithy in Baldur's Gate but never stopped dreaming of finding both a clan and a home. He found a way to bring this dream to life after a courageous halfling paladin broke down the barriers for, among other things, dwarves to be wizards. Yeslick had an idea. He studied magic diligently until he was able to cast two spells of great importance: Water Breathing and Permanence. He then searched the lands for other clanless dwarves who would be willing to try something new. With the new clan he formed, Yeslick permanently gave all his fellow clansman the ability to breath underwater. They then moved into the flooded Cloakwood Mines and built the first underwater dwarven stronghold. Using his arcane powers, Yeslick also developed the ability to speak with the marine life that shared this stronghold. And, with that, the clan Aquadwarf was born. At one point, Valygar visited and wrote a play based on Yeslick's story. However, he couldn't even get it to stage at the Five Flagoons Theater. The illustrious director Garrick was quoted as saying, “A hero that can breath underwater and talk to fish? Nobody would go for that!"
“Keldorn finally retired from the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart and looked forward to a much simpler life. He rekindled his marriage with Lady Maria and life seemed to improve. It was rather early on when the couple discovered that Maria had become pregnant again. It was also not long after that when Peony, the housekeeper, also became pregnant. Maria started to ask Keldorn about this, but Keldorn started to get defensive and asked, ”Hey, who's the Inquisitor here?" Then Keldorn started to do the math with her to track the conception of Maria's pregnancy. She certainly did not want him to get to the end of that equation, so she quickly changed the subject. She suggested getting a new maid, but Keldorn chastised her for abandoning someone in their time of need who had been like family for years. He forbade Peony's departure claiming that his god, Torm, would not stand for it. Maria then made a passive aggressive comment about Torm being the god of loyalty, but she was mostly just muttering under her breath to get the last word in. Eventually, both children were born and had probably the most awkward upbringing of anyone in Faerun."
“After Gorion's Ward helped Coran take down a wyvern, the rogue brought the beast's head back to the mayor of Beregost for the reward and accolades. He thought this put him in a position to be a hero of great renown and perhaps, just maybe, people would stop mocking him for his flashy attire and completely superfluous eye mask. They didn't. He only gained acceptance when he crossed paths with a ranger who seemed indifferent towards Coran's keen fashion sense. Coran traveled the Sword Coast with his ranger sidekick, righting the wrongs against the ‘little guy’ and taking the law into their own hands when needed. This partnership dissolved when he discovered that the ranger thought Coran was the sidekick. As if! Coran tried to correct the ranger, whose argument was, 'Really, man, if that outfit doesn't scream sidekick then I'm Elminster's twin brother.' The ranger was not related to Elminster and shared no resemblance.
“Kivan never was able to get his revenge on Tazok. Unbeknownst to him, that honor was taken by Gorion's Ward. His thirst for vengeance continued to eat away at him until he found himself in a bat infested cave in the wilderness. It was then he snapped. He turned the cave into his secret hideaway, put together a disguise and started wandering the sword coast looking for evil-doers to punish. He would leave his calling card wherever he saved the day, a token of a bat with longer ears like an elf. And bats already had rather long ears so these bat ears were almost comically obtrusive. Nevertheless, his deeds were generally appreciated and the people stared calling him Bat-elf. For a short spell, another elf tagged along with him and tried to help, but he was so flamboyantly dressed that one could pick his sidekick out of the shadows blindfolded. Kivan eventually had to send him on his way. Unfortunately, his vigilante crusade abruptly ended after receiving a cease and decist order from DC Comics. Kivan could fight both monster and marauder all day, but his 14 Constitution wouldn't hold up against a lawsuit for trademark infringement.”
“Skie was deeply affected by both the death of her brother and the assassination of her father. And yes, her father was actually murdered and didn't lol-jk back to life in some crappy DLC. In any event, through these traumas, she came to realize the puerility of what she thought was her brilliant criminal masterminding. Instead, she decided to settle down and live a more responsible life as an upstanding citizen of Baldur's Gate. She took the reins of her father's estate after his death and rose to prominence as one of the Grand Dukes of the city. She maintained her relationship with Eldoth for quite some time, inexplicably, as he refused to get a job because he didn't want to take attention from his band which he swore was going to make it. However, the bard spent most of the day either lounging at Skie’s estate or gambling away his allowance with games of three-dragon-ante at the Helm and Cloak. Eventually, inspired by the book “Men Are From Menzoberranzan, Women Are From Immilmar," she decided to call it quits with Eldoth and sent him packing. Shortly thereafter, she met a man who was nothing like Eldoth and they settled down together to start a family."
“Eldoth's dreams of being a world-famous musician fronting the greatest band in Faerun never reached fruition. This was partly because he didn't actually have a band and partly because he didn't have the talent to write music. Instead, he just had a lute he purchased at Lucky Aello's Discount Store that only had one A-string and was missing the E-string. Also, Eldoth could only play power chords and he couldn't really sing and play at the same time. Most of the time he would just strum a chord or two and then talk about what the song would do next, often describing a solo and half playing it on an ”air lute" (while he was still holding an actual lute, mind you) to give people the idea as to how the song would sound when it was finally written. Yeah, he was one of those guys. After Skie kicked him to the curb, he bounced between various barmaids who clearly had low self-esteem, but not low enough to keep him around for long. Eventually, he got one of them pregnant and was forced into a shotgun wedding by the barmaid's father. He now works in the kitchen at the same inn as his barmaid wife. She helps the customers up front and he cooks eggs in the back. Eldoth continues to tell himself that this experience will just provide inspiration for his music and that someday he was going to get the band back together."
“After being rescued by Gorion's Ward, Xan made his way to Baldur's Gate to regroup. He spent an inordinate amount of time beating himself up over his failures and trying to muster the gumption to continue his quest to unravel the political turmoil of the region. However, it took him months to get to this point, and by that time, Gorion's Ward already sorted out the problems in the region. Discovering this, he deemed himself a failure yet again and sunk into a deeper depression. He pulled himself out of it when he met a woman who lost most of her family to violent deaths during the iron crisis, yet she still kept herself together and became a local success in a few short years. Xan immediately fell in love with the recently single Skie Silvershield and began to court her. They eventually married and started a family. At Xan's insistence, and inspired by his wife's name, their two daughters were named Sunshine and Rainbow. Xan was a staunch supporter of his wife's career and stayed home to raise the kids. When they were older and needed less attending, he followed a new dream and became a motivational speaker.”
“Korgan had his revenge against his backstabbing crew and employer, but he felt...empty. It was done, but he felt no satisfaction. Disgruntled and disappointed, he decided to lose himself in his cups at the Copper Coronet. Even this did nothing to alleviate his malaise. One night, having passed out drunk in a peasant room at the Copper Coronet, he dreamt of that final fight but something was different. In the background of the battle, there was a glow coming from the door of a shack and he heard the whispering of a language that sounded like it was from Kara-Tur. When he woke the next morning, Korgan returned to the rooftop and found the shack from his dream. He knocked and was greeted by a priest of Illmater. Korgan told the priest of his dream and he was led into the backroom where he found a man from Kara-Tur infirm and huddled over a cup of tea. The priest explained that he had just reincarnated this man of the faith using a heart delivered by a passing adventurer. Korgan took this as a sign, converted to the faith, and the two paired up to help those in suffering as a result of the schemes of others. The tales of Korgan and Yoshimo were not only told in many of a tavern by the bards, but also collected in graphic serials that were popular among the children of Athkatla.”
“Ajantis' death sent him into an afterlife at Everwatch, the realm of Helm. For his honor and diligence, the devout knight was granted an audience with his patron. Ajantis then told Helm what utter bullshit the god was. I mean, c'mon, he's the god of protection, the Vigilant One, and he couldn't protect a group of knights from a dragon's cheap illusion spell that a mage even tried to dispel with True Sight? It was like Helm wasn't even trying. Helm was stunned by the confrontation but also had no valid defense. Ajantis called Helm to a trial that was mediated by Tyr. After careful deliberation, Tyr determined that Helm was sleeping on the job and the judgment was to demote him to a lesser deity. Now, Helm was the patron of guards, but not actual guards that ever see action, just the ceremonial ones whose weapons and armor are super shiny and probably not even real. Ajantis was then granted Helm's old portfolio and became a god that truly protected his followers.”
“Viconia left Athkatla's government district perplexed. She was rescued from burning at the stake by Gorion's Ward and then immediately dismissed. She found this to be unusual behavior for a male. She was accustomed to men either trying to bed her or kill her, but this casual indifference was completely new. Viconia came to be obsessed with Gorion's Ward from a distance. She spiraled into a fantasy where the two of them had a future together. It was pretty bad. There were some extremely embarrassing vision boards involved and that wasn't even the worst of it. When her mania reached critical mass, her obsession actually collapsed and she had an epiphany. She came to realize that she did not need this man, or any for that matter. She started on a journey of self discovery and took a moral inventory of her past relationships. She wrote about it in the book, “Men Are From Menzoberranzan, Women Are From Immilmar”. She then used the revenue from the book sales to open Athkatla's first feminist bookstore. In Her Words became a mecca for women, particularly those who felt trapped in bad relationships. The community that emerged here created the group, Friends of Galia, which strove to free women from abusive relationships. Eventually, the bookstore expanded to include an apartment block above that became a shelter for such women. Occasionally, the partners of these victims would come around to In Her Words in an attempt to drag their partners back home. You can probably guess how a confrontation between a drunken 0-level commoner and a Drow priestess of Shar ends."
“Faldorn was defeated by Jaheira in Trademeet and lost her title of Arch-Druid. In truth, she was relieved to be relieved of the position. Years of pushing forward the Shadow Druid agenda led Faldorn to realize that she had lost touch with the real Faldorn along the way. After some soul-searching, she reinvented herself as a lifestyle guru and developed an entire line of organic health and beauty products under the name, She-Wolf. Both her products and seminars were all the rage in Athkatla, specifically among noblewomen who clearly had too much free time. Faldorn eventually gave up her residence in natural environs for a lavish estate in Athkatla's government district. Her following soon pressured her to petition to join the Council of Six after the fall of the Cowled Wizards left the position open (aside from a short-term replacement). Her petition was a success and she soon found herself on the Council of Six. Under her leadership, she created created the FDAA, the Food and Drink Association of Athkatla. Now, instead of draconian rules governing magic in the city, equally restrictive rules and standards were applied to the food and drink that the people consumed.”
“Barely surviving being gravely wounded by Irenicus, Tiax left Spellhold for Athkatla where he intended to do what he did best: rule. Learning from his past campaign mistakes in Baldur's Gate, he changed his slogan from ”Tiax Rules!" to “Make Athkatla Great Again”. Of course, what he thought would make Athkatla great was putting himself in charge as a despotic leader. But, he toned down that aspect of his platform and instead focused on the history of scheming and backroom dealing of the Cowled Wizards (as if he was any less evil or scheming) and promised the people he would be different than all the other corrupt politicians. Miraculously, despite his obviously apparent character flaws, he succeeded in replacing the Cowled Wizards' representative on the Council of Six. He decided to take their stance on restrictive magic to the next level and banned magic entirely. Since he didn't study the arcane himself, it was no skin of his nose. This move undermined his support base leaving him with only the most backwards and ignorant followers. He was ultimately removed from his position when he insisted the city build a wall around the planar sphere and was expecting that the city's wizards would be the ones to pay for it. After his removal, his few remaining extreme supporters organized an invasion of the main government building under the guise of freedom of assembly. All nine of these “rebels” were rounded up, tried, and sent to prison. Tiax was convicted of treason and reincarnated in Spellhold, which was now just a common prison. After his eventual release, he was prohibited from seeking any position of power in Amn."
"Edwin Odesseiron continued to lay low with the Shadow Thieves for a while. The Cowled Wizards suffered a crippling blow as a side effect of the conflict between Gorion's Ward and Irenicus. Edwin decided to step in and finish the job. His thought was that he could wipe out the Cowled Wizard remnants and then take credit for their defeat, thereby gaining him more clout among the Red Wizards of Thay. After many conspicuous mage battles in the streets of Athkatla, he succeeded. However, the people who noticed his efforts the most were actually the people of Athkatla. They were tired of living under the Cowled Wizards' iron fist and Edwin was lauded as a liberator and hero. He even had a statue in his image raised in Waukeen's Promenade. Edwin was initially nonplussed over people finally giving him the credit he always felt he so rightfully deserved. But, he quickly came to accept their praise and bought in to being a champion for the people. Edwin continued his agenda of liberation when a clearly insane gnome who found his way on the Council of Six tried to ban magic entirely in the city. Edwin and his followers were primarily responsible for having the madman removed from his seat.
“Shar-Teel, Safana, Branwen, and Alora all happened to cross paths with each other at Elfsong one evening. Shar-Teel was looking to fight a man, Safana was looking to shag a man, Branwen was recently petrified by a man, and Alora was just excited to be somewhere new. The four got to talking with each other and, despite having wildly different personalities, seemed to hit it off. Shar-Teel was sarcastic and aggressive, Safana was self-absorbed and man-hungry, Alora was kind and sweet, and Branwen was the matriarch of the group. You wouldn't think this lot would get along, but they actually did, and their differences merely become the fuel for innocuous hi-jinks week after week.”
"With Gorion's help, Cernd was able to rescue his child that he then abandoned again at the druid grove near Trademeet. He promised that he would return to raise the child, he just needed to run to the general shop in Trademeet for some pipeweed. He never returned, but that was pretty obvious since he didn’t even smoke. Cernd continued to wander Faerun. It came to light in Cormyr that Cernd had actually married, and had children, with numerous women in Cormyr, Amn, the Sword Coast, Tethyr, Calimshan, Turmish, Halruaa, Icewind Dale, Chondath, Sembia, Impiltur, the Silver Marches, and even the Troll Hills (don't ask). Furthermore, it was discovered that Cernd was not actually a druid, just a werewolf that had a Ring of Goodberries. The druid con was so that he could have a reason to abandon his wives and children and move on to a new situation. You would be surprised at how many women could fall for a guy that can conjure an impromptu picnic in the park. Unfortunately for Cernd, Cormyr was not the kind of place to run afoul of the legal system. For the crime of bigamy, he was sentenced to life in prison. He never set foot near a druid grove again, but he was allowed to participate in a work-release program tending to the gardens of nobles.
“Kagain returned to his shop and grew even more bitter, but not over what the death of Entar Silvershield's son had done to his reputation and business. Instead, he resented that even the Enhanced Edition of the game didn't give him a remotely decent companion quest. By Moradin's hammer, Cernd even had a pretty involved companion quest and the story there both starts and ends with a deadbeat dad! Also, Kagain can regenerate! Korgan can't even do that. And another thing! He was sick of people confusing the two of them as if all dwarves look alike or something. Ok, granted, they're both old dwarves with greying beards, but Korgan's beard is tied while Kagain's beard is brushed out. Of course, none of this made sense to anyone, even to Kagain who never actually crossed paths with Cernd or Korgan. However, the dwarf had nothing to do with his time except stand in his shop, isolated and alone, until he was done in by insanity and plantar fasciitis.”
“The death of Khalid shook Jaheira to the core. She convinced herself that she could never love again, certainly not so soon after his death nor with anyone that would be a child in her eyes. That would be absurd and rather tacky. After her escape from Irenicus' prison and deposing Faldorn from the druid grove, she took over as Arch-Druid. Being a Harper just wouldn't be the same without Khalid. However, the grove would allow her to explore a new, but comfortingly familiar, phase of life. She had barely been installed as the Arch-Druid when Cernd dropped off his child and disappeared again. He did not even stay long enough to tell Jaheira the child's name. Knowing he would likely not return, she named the child Khalid after her lost love. Realizing there were other children our there without families to care for them, Jahaeira would send her subordinates to wander nearby lands and bring them to the grove for a better life. Perhaps not surprisingly, many of these children happened to be Cernd's. She eventually renamed the grove to Kinder Garden in honor of the grove's new purpose of giving these children a kinder upbringing. Jaheira's headstrong personality served her well with these lost children, who all loved her as they would any mother. The Kinder Garden became the most thriving druid grove in all of Faerun. Jaheira eventually died in 1547 DR, with hundreds of children haven been rescued in her lifetime, and a memorial was erected in her honor at the grove. The inscription read, 'Nature's Servant Awaits.'"
“After being freed from Irenicus' dungeon, Minsc put his boots on the ground at the Copper Coronet. Being the simple man that he was, he found himself unwittingly recruited into fighting in the gladiator pits (before Gorion's Ward was able to free the slaves). Yet again, Minsc took a blow to the head. But this time, its effects were something completely new. No longer was he the slow-witted evil-slaying ranger, armed to the teeth and packing a hamster. Instead, his intelligence and wisdom started to blossom and he explored, through dissertation, the impact of modern civilization on the overall ecosystem of Faerun. Indeed, before Minsc started his work, the people of Faerun didn't even have the concept of an ”ecosystem". He left Athkatla to pursue a residency at Jaheira's grove where he could study and work in peace. He published works like, “The Intersection of Geopolitics and Biodiversity: Living More but Dying Sooner”, “The Essential Symbiosis Between the Savage and Civilization”, and “Moral Urbanization: Seeking a More Comprehensive Prosperity”. Minsc continued his studies and writing and ultimately produced enough groundbreaking works to have his own annex in Candlekeep. It was shortly after the dedication of this annex that Minsc disappeared from Faerun, never to be seen again."
“Jan Jansen's fate was the most impressive of all as his endeavors shaped the very fabric of Faerun for centuries to come. His story truly serves as a moral lesson for everyone and we should heed its virtue quite seriously. Helping Lissa and Jaella planted a seed of regret in Lissa with regards to her marriage to Vaelag. Speaking of seeds, this reminds Jan of a time when he was helping his Uncle Scratchy with his turnip farm. However, Uncle Scratchy was hoodwinked and the seeds he received were actually purple carrot seeds. You can imagine Uncle Scratchy's surprise when they sprouted and he suddenly had a field of purple carrots. Well, as you probably know, you can't make turnip stew, or turnip casserole, or turnip pie with purple carrots. But it just so happened there was a mage tower nearby and the resident mage needed a vast number of carrots. Apparently, her plan was to animate them as a kind of vegetable army to combat a myconid infestation in cave system rather close to her tower. Of course, animated carrots are quite self-assured and were immune to myconoid's confusion spores. Anyway, Jan had a once-removed cousin, Bobil, that was lost in those caves when he was a young gnome. He had wandered so deep that he found himself in the den of a solitary xvart who was obsessed with a magic ring. Bobil happened to purloin that ring but it turned out to not be magic at all. However, it was still worth enough for Bobil to buy himself a nice cottage in Trademeet. He then started his own turnip farm and had better luck than Uncle Scratchy. Wait, what were we talking about, again?”
“Boo continued his mission to study the sentient life forms of Faerun and determine their potential impact on the metaverse. He preferred the continued company of Minsc due to the ranger's kindness and protectiveness. Boo found this to be quite valuable in his current miniaturized state. Even after Minsc's accident, where his intellect began to expand, Minsc never lost his good heart and inherent kindness and the two remained the best of friends. It was a number of years later that the term of Boo's mission was complete. A team of his fellow people arrived on a spelljammer to collect the giant miniaturized space hamster. Minsc (and Boo) were on a retreat in a remote part of the Neverwinter Wood when a vessel shaped like a giant acorn landed in a nearby clearing. A number of human-sized anthropomorphic hamster-like beings, who called themselves the Ysoki, emerged and met with Boo. One had a strange crystalline device which it used to restore Boo to his proper size. Minsc naturally remained composed while all this was happening. He and Boo talked often and he knew this day would be coming. Boo returned to the spelljammer with his brethren to debrief on the mission. The Ysoki wanted to bring a sample back to their homeworld for further learning and study. Boo offered Minsc for the task, as the exemplar human would fit in nicely with the Ysoki's advanced culture and society. Everyone was in agreement and made the offer to the ranger. Minsc felt like he had made every contribution he could to the people of Faerun, so he accepted and boarded the ship. Boo, excited to finally be on a spelljammer again, took the helm and plotted a course for his homeworld. At his side sat his friend and faithful companion, Minsc.”
2024.05.15 04:47 PunkPrincess_02 Any men looking to get pleasured?
As the sun sets, painting the sky in fiery tones, I waited by the roadside as you instructed. That’s when I heard the rumble of an old Bronco. As it quickly approached me with its top off, my eyes were glued as the rugged driver was revealed. During our conversation prior to this meet up you had sent me pictures but I had no idea how attractive you’d be in real life. You stop right next to my car and signaled me to get in. No questions were asked. No words were exchanged. I immediately feel a rush of excitement and anticipation as I hop into the vintage ride, ready for a casual encounter. I sat in your passenger seat as the fresh, cool spring air brushed against my skin. You mentioned a hidden spot and I trusted you. So I sat back and enjoyed the ride when suddenly, without warning, you veered off the road, jumping the curb and going around a gate blocking car access. The sudden movement caused everything, including me, to shift in your car, and instinctively, I found myself grabbing onto your thigh. You remained focused on the road, flashing a smirk as my hand lingered there. Before I could retract it, you guided it up to your crotch. I couldn't help but notice the thickness beneath your pants as my hand rested there. What turned me on more was the heat radiating from the blood pumping through your veins. My mouth watered…. The sun had completely set. The road, flanked by trees casting shadows, your old bronco left a trail of dust behind us as we hurried along. My anxiety spiked as we approached a sharp curve, fearing we might end up in a canal. Thankfully, you began to slow down just in time, revealing a clearing near the curve. Stopping at the sharp curb, you backed into the clearing surrounded by trees. The last couple of minutes seemed chaotic but now we were surrounded by calmness. I glanced up and noticed a splatter of twinkling lights, adding a touch of magic to our adventure. "Hop to the back," you instructed, drawing my attention to the worn-out leather seats. But before I could comply, you paused, pulling out a blanket and spreading it out for me. Typically, encounters like these were quick "cum and go" affairs, but this felt different. I moved to the back, settling in the middle as you requested, my nerves tingling with anticipation. Without warning, you leaned over from the front seat and kissed me passionately, igniting a fire within me. You sensually held my face as your warm tongue brushed up against mine. I felt flushed, motionless, and ready to be yours. You stood up, you began to undress in front of me, prompting my curiousty, "What are you doing?" I had never encouraged full nudity for public play; it felt too risky. “We're good, no one drives back here," you reassured me confidently, leaving me no choice but to trust you. You place both feet beside me as you prop yourself up, placing your elbows on the back beam of your Bronco and lean back. Dangling in front of my face is your long semi hard, uncircumcised dick. You close your eyes, lean your head back and tell me, “show me what that mouth can do." I wanted to tease you a bit, so I spent some time kissing your thighs, getting closer and closer to your balls. You let out soft moans as my mouth traveled all over your lower body. Then, I put one of your balls into my mouth, swishing it around inside before switching to the other one. Meanwhile, I stroked your thighs with my hands. Your breathing became heavy as I managed to fit both your balls into my mouth at once. Tenderly, I licked your balls while warming them up with my hot mouth. Using my tongue, I moved them all around, my lips completely taking your entire sack, up to the root of your cock, which had become hard as a rock. My hands began to stroke your cock. I pulled your member up with one hand and held it against my lips. It was dripping in glossy precum. I brush your head against my lips tasking your bitter-sweetness. I pressed my lips against your head and push your skin back as your cock traveled down my throat. You let out a loud moan letting me know how much you were enjoying my mouth. I look up as I feel you looking down at me. I pull your drenched cock out of my mouth and swipe my tongue over your pee hole. Keeping my eyes locked on yours, I slip your head back into my mouth and push down until my lips press against your base. This drives you insane! “I can tell you love sucking dick.” I grab onto each side of your hips and guide your body toward my face. I want to ensure your entire shaft is snugly nestled down my throat. Your head breaks past the throat barrier. You're so deep in my mouth that your balls are slipping inside my mouth. "Oh fuck!" you shout. "You like this dick, don't you?" Holding your dick down my throat, I couldn't speak, but I did verbally answer, "Mhm," slowly and as loud as I could. This sends vibrations through your cock, even making your balls tingle. "Oh fuck, you're going to make me cum." You have the perfect bubble butt, and I wanted to make sure to rim you for the first time. I grab your hips and signal for you to turn around. You pause for a moment, nervously turning around. Your perfectly smooth butt is ready to be tongue-fucked. I'm afraid I might be suffocated by your ass. I asked you to lean forward while I spread your cheeks, looking for your puckered hole. I lean in and take my first lick, before pushing my face forward deep in between your cheeks as my tongue circulated your hole all while I played with your dick. A few seconds later I heard you say, “oh I fucked up” I was confused what could have gone wrong. I didn’t stop making out with your hole, when I felt your hot-gooey cum on my hand. You were embarrassed to admit you had cum, and cummed quickly. You stood there motionless for a moment. Then you collapsed next to me and apologizing. I didn’t care, I had done my job. You quickly began to dress yourself when I asked, “can you rate my mouth?” You embarrassedly answered, “Are you kidding? You made me cum quick. I’d give you a higher score than 10 if I could.”
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2024.05.15 04:47 PunkPrincess_02 Any men interested in getting pleasured?
As the sun sets, painting the sky in fiery tones, I waited by the roadside as you instructed. That’s when I heard the rumble of an old Bronco. As it quickly approached me with its top off, my eyes were glued as the rugged driver was revealed. During our conversation prior to this meet up you had sent me pictures but I had no idea how attractive you’d be in real life. You stop right next to my car and signaled me to get in. No questions were asked. No words were exchanged. I immediately feel a rush of excitement and anticipation as I hop into the vintage ride, ready for a casual encounter. I sat in your passenger seat as the fresh, cool spring air brushed against my skin. You mentioned a hidden spot and I trusted you. So I sat back and enjoyed the ride when suddenly, without warning, you veered off the road, jumping the curb and going around a gate blocking car access. The sudden movement caused everything, including me, to shift in your car, and instinctively, I found myself grabbing onto your thigh. You remained focused on the road, flashing a smirk as my hand lingered there. Before I could retract it, you guided it up to your crotch. I couldn't help but notice the thickness beneath your pants as my hand rested there. What turned me on more was the heat radiating from the blood pumping through your veins. My mouth watered…. The sun had completely set. The road, flanked by trees casting shadows, your old bronco left a trail of dust behind us as we hurried along. My anxiety spiked as we approached a sharp curve, fearing we might end up in a canal. Thankfully, you began to slow down just in time, revealing a clearing near the curve. Stopping at the sharp curb, you backed into the clearing surrounded by trees. The last couple of minutes seemed chaotic but now we were surrounded by calmness. I glanced up and noticed a splatter of twinkling lights, adding a touch of magic to our adventure. "Hop to the back," you instructed, drawing my attention to the worn-out leather seats. But before I could comply, you paused, pulling out a blanket and spreading it out for me. Typically, encounters like these were quick "cum and go" affairs, but this felt different. I moved to the back, settling in the middle as you requested, my nerves tingling with anticipation. Without warning, you leaned over from the front seat and kissed me passionately, igniting a fire within me. You sensually held my face as your warm tongue brushed up against mine. I felt flushed, motionless, and ready to be yours. You stood up, you began to undress in front of me, prompting my curiousty, "What are you doing?" I had never encouraged full nudity for public play; it felt too risky. “We're good, no one drives back here," you reassured me confidently, leaving me no choice but to trust you. You place both feet beside me as you prop yourself up, placing your elbows on the back beam of your Bronco and lean back. Dangling in front of my face is your long semi hard, uncircumcised dick. You close your eyes, lean your head back and tell me, “show me what that mouth can do." I wanted to tease you a bit, so I spent some time kissing your thighs, getting closer and closer to your balls. You let out soft moans as my mouth traveled all over your lower body. Then, I put one of your balls into my mouth, swishing it around inside before switching to the other one. Meanwhile, I stroked your thighs with my hands. Your breathing became heavy as I managed to fit both your balls into my mouth at once. Tenderly, I licked your balls while warming them up with my hot mouth. Using my tongue, I moved them all around, my lips completely taking your entire sack, up to the root of your cock, which had become hard as a rock. My hands began to stroke your cock. I pulled your member up with one hand and held it against my lips. It was dripping in glossy precum. I brush your head against my lips tasking your bitter-sweetness. I pressed my lips against your head and push your skin back as your cock traveled down my throat. You let out a loud moan letting me know how much you were enjoying my mouth. I look up as I feel you looking down at me. I pull your drenched cock out of my mouth and swipe my tongue over your pee hole. Keeping my eyes locked on yours, I slip your head back into my mouth and push down until my lips press against your base. This drives you insane! “I can tell you love sucking dick.” I grab onto each side of your hips and guide your body toward my face. I want to ensure your entire shaft is snugly nestled down my throat. Your head breaks past the throat barrier. You're so deep in my mouth that your balls are slipping inside my mouth. "Oh fuck!" you shout. "You like this dick, don't you?" Holding your dick down my throat, I couldn't speak, but I did verbally answer, "Mhm," slowly and as loud as I could. This sends vibrations through your cock, even making your balls tingle. "Oh fuck, you're going to make me cum." You have the perfect bubble butt, and I wanted to make sure to rim you for the first time. I grab your hips and signal for you to turn around. You pause for a moment, nervously turning around. Your perfectly smooth butt is ready to be tongue-fucked. I'm afraid I might be suffocated by your ass. I asked you to lean forward while I spread your cheeks, looking for your puckered hole. I lean in and take my first lick, before pushing my face forward deep in between your cheeks as my tongue circulated your hole all while I played with your dick. A few seconds later I heard you say, “oh I fucked up” I was confused what could have gone wrong. I didn’t stop making out with your hole, when I felt your hot-gooey cum on my hand. You were embarrassed to admit you had cum, and cummed quickly. You stood there motionless for a moment. Then you collapsed next to me and apologizing. I didn’t care, I had done my job. You quickly began to dress yourself when I asked, “can you rate my mouth?” You embarrassedly answered, “Are you kidding? You made me cum quick. I’d give you a higher score than 10 if I could.”
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2024.05.15 04:46 Key-Mirror-2564 I’m lost/storytime
Dated him for almost two years, actually fell so hard and fast for him. He means everything to me, then i discovered his porn addiction and that it spanned so deep he was recording and taking sexually exploitive pictures of people around him, including his sister. Never been so disappointed and disgusted, but i love him so much i just let it go. We argued for months and months because I kept finding more, and eventually he told me he didn’t think it was cheating. That was the first step he took that let me know it was over, and then he started ignoring and avoiding me for days on end. I would see him at school and he’d kiss and hug me and promise to change and nothing would happen. Then he just, dumped me and i’m a wreck. Went no contact, but we could still contact each other? as in we weren’t blocked and i find myself waiting for him to text. One day i made a fake post lying that i had been asked out by a boy, he immediately reacted and spammed me telling me I was his and he wanted me, absolutely broke me more cause he once again became the only thing that mattered. Long story short he got back together with me that night and the next three days were hell, he kept saying his mom had his phone which i knew was a lie so once again i was being ignored. Solid day goes bye and he texts me and says we’re done, blocks me on everything. (also says he lied about loving me and felt guilty which made things so much worse) was a mess obsessive thoughts crying sobbing over everything. A solid week goes by, doing better when his art account he has followed me on instagram and i dumbly accepted it, just to find he’s been drawing me and blaming me for the breakup. Absolutely bullshit, i comment on one being like what are you doing and his best friend who hates me comments back and is like leave him alone. I blew up and left like five paragraphs exposing how he cheated and left and lied to me played me and came back before leaving again and then drawing me on his instagram? Next morning i woke up blocked. He was a bad bf, i know that but for some reason i can only think about the good times , i need help to heal, any advice? (revenge advice welcome as well)
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2024.05.15 04:44 PsychologicalSun7796 He betrayed me in my own bed
This happened a year ago, but my heart is still shattered and I need to get this off my chest.
I (F30) had a best friend (M29) and we grew extremely close. There was no one in the world I trusted more than him. One night after a year of friendship we ended up in a hotel and… you get the picture. Best sex of my life, it was intimate, so safe and passionate at the same time.
We began sleeping together a few times a week. We decided not to date cuz of circumstances (finances, wanting different lifestyles and family plans), but I was definitely falling in love anyway.
Two months later he told me he had fallen in love. He wrote me a love letter and said the most romantic things about how I was everything he’s always dreamed of. I thought I would die of happiness—until he said that despite how he felt, circumstances hadn’t changed. He did not want to be in a relationship or exclusive right now, but he hoped things would be different one day.
We continued acting like a couple. I couldn’t lose my best friend and was in too deep at that point. We had each other’s phone passcodes, I helped him run his business, I love yous every night, he paid for a vacation for us, and lots of passionate sex. There were instances where he flirted and once when he kissed someone else, which caused fights, but I always ended up letting it go cuz I knew we weren’t exclusive.
Then one weekend a year ago he was at my house, we slept together like always and the next day he said I should invite some of our mutual friends over. So I did.
I knew he had hooked up with one friend (B) a couple years before when they were both on molly, and though I felt uncomfortable he told me it was a one time thing cuz of the drugs and he wasn’t into her.
I trusted him fully—he was my best friend first and foremost, after all. But you can guess how this ends…
Long story short, he ends up making out with her and fingering her IN MY BED while I was in another room.
I only found out two months later, when B admitted the truth to me. She said she had wanted to go all the way (cuz she didn’t know me and him had anything—we kept it a secret) but he stopped it in the middle saying, “I can’t do this to (my name).” That’s when she realized something was going on between me and him.
I had suspected something was off, cuz right after this happened he pulled away and began acting cold and like a jerk to me for no apparent reason. He said hurtful things, would ignore me for days… it was so out of character but I had already started grieving by the time she told me.
He came back to make amends a few times, and I’m embarrassed to say I gave him a couple more chances over the next few months. But it never ended well.
I went NC five months ago. But my heart is still shattered, because I was betrayed by my best friend. Who I had trusted and loved more than I’ve ever trusted or loved any man before.
TL;DR: My best friend turned situationship fooled around with our other friend in my bed.
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I (F30) had a best friend (M29) and we grew extremely close. There was no one in the world I trusted more than him. One night after a year of friendship we ended up in a hotel and… you get the picture. Best sex of my life, it was intimate, so safe and passionate at the same time.
We began sleeping together a few times a week. We decided not to date cuz of circumstances (finances, wanting different lifestyles and family plans), but I was definitely falling in love anyway.
Two months later he told me he had fallen in love. He wrote me a love letter and said the most romantic things about how I was everything he’s always dreamed of. I thought I would die of happiness—until he said that despite how he felt, circumstances hadn’t changed. He did not want to be in a relationship or exclusive right now, but he hoped things would be different one day.
We continued acting like a couple. I couldn’t lose my best friend and was in too deep at that point. We had each other’s phone passcodes, I helped him run his business, I love yous every night, he paid for a vacation for us, and lots of passionate sex. There were instances where he flirted and once when he kissed someone else, which caused fights, but I always ended up letting it go cuz I knew we weren’t exclusive.
Then one weekend a year ago he was at my house, we slept together like always and the next day he said I should invite some of our mutual friends over. So I did.
I knew he had hooked up with one friend (B) a couple years before when they were both on molly, and though I felt uncomfortable he told me it was a one time thing cuz of the drugs and he wasn’t into her.
I trusted him fully—he was my best friend first and foremost, after all. But you can guess how this ends…
Long story short, he ends up making out with her and fingering her IN MY BED while I was in another room.
I only found out two months later, when B admitted the truth to me. She said she had wanted to go all the way (cuz she didn’t know me and him had anything—we kept it a secret) but he stopped it in the middle saying, “I can’t do this to (my name).” That’s when she realized something was going on between me and him.
I had suspected something was off, cuz right after this happened he pulled away and began acting cold and like a jerk to me for no apparent reason. He said hurtful things, would ignore me for days… it was so out of character but I had already started grieving by the time she told me.
He came back to make amends a few times, and I’m embarrassed to say I gave him a couple more chances over the next few months. But it never ended well.
I went NC five months ago. But my heart is still shattered, because I was betrayed by my best friend. Who I had trusted and loved more than I’ve ever trusted or loved any man before.
TL;DR: My best friend turned situationship fooled around with our other friend in my bed.
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2024.05.15 04:43 kandifrogs Bo the Ballerina (swipe!)
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2024.05.15 04:42 dolphins3 "I'm pretty sure the majority of Christians would agree that slavery is worse than homosexuality despite the Bible making it clear that the opposite is the case." "That is to their discredit." /r/Christianity debates if slavery is a positive, moral social institution
Another installment in the eternal gay crusades of /Christianity, now complete with more Daughters of the Confederacy level discourse about slavery.
There's also another child thread where someone pointed out that the parent commenter is an insane bigot but the mods nuked their responses for incivility.
A digression on Hebrew translation
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https://www.reddit.com/Christianity/comments/1cs2bb4/why_does_the_bible_call_homosexuality_an/l42fjhk/it doesn't work that way if you're a woman. if you're a woman and are sold by your father, you are enslaved for life.Suffering under massive debt? Choose to sell yourself into slavery to pay the debt and remove the burden. While a slave you will have to do whatever work your owner requires, but you are guaranteed room and board and have no financial obligations. When the term of your slavery is over, if you are happy in your current situation, you can choose to make it permanent. If you are unhappy you go free with no debt and a small amount of money to help you establish yourself in your restored liberty.mmm... empathy, compassion,Obvious to whom?common you can also use your critical mind and say something is bad if it is obviously badNo. You do, if you disagree with him.Because it is worse than slavery.so god has a poor morality
Why do people try to force God to agree with them and accept their ideas rather than trying to learn God's will and align themselves to it?
And based on what standard of badness?
make a person as your property is baaad
The problem is that people today only think of slavery as it existed in the transatlantic slave trade, but that was not the only form in history. I think if slavery as set out in the Law of Moses was practiced today we would have much less of a debt based economy.
There's also another child thread where someone pointed out that the parent commenter is an insane bigot but the mods nuked their responses for incivility.
https://www.reddit.com/Christianity/comments/1cs2bb4/why_does_the_bible_call_homosexuality_an/l427som/.... leave it to Christianity to see people speak so positively on the concept of salveryNot always historically. This is what people are taught in a modern lens. Sometimes in the past people would purposely become slaves in Jacob's case to get a wife. And something interesting in Bible slave laws is that these people could run away.. so if your gig is such a bad deal that you want to leave, you can. Additionally in the case of Israel after a certain number of years they go free.. and some of them loved their masters so much they decided to stay.. which is likely the case with Eliezer.Slavery doesn't cause less people to exist. The YouTube apologists have approached the slavery topic a lot recently. I used to wonder the same thing. The matter is God has these people and he wants them to be a certain way but they are stubborn.. think of it like you have a cow that ran away and home is north and this dumb ass cow doesn't want to go north but he will go north west..Slavery torments the already living...
A digression on Hebrew translation
https://www.reddit.com/Christianity/comments/1cs2bb4/why_does_the_bible_call_homosexuality_an/l432735/Because one is a commandment and one is not.For one thing, "abomination" is not really a great translation of the word "ṯō·w·‘ă·ḇaṯ" / ṯō·w·‘ê·ḇāh, which is used in a variety of "do not" contexts, not necessarily conveying the sort of disgust and rage that "abomination" suggests.Let me rephrase the post to your liking: Why does the Bible condone enslaving people but demand two men be killed if they have sex with each other?
Doesn’t seem fair to most ears, but when someone is circumcised of ear and heart, they “see” things differently.
https://www.reddit.com/Christianity/comments/1cs2bb4/why_does_the_bible_call_homosexuality_an/l42ssq8/Two same sex couple having sex also eats a hole in them. Spiritually. If you don’t like it then it’s ok, just don’t call yourself a Christian and expect God to favor your desires in the end. The point is to trust God. You’re literally going against him by committing adultey having same sex in the dark… Why not just be celibate? Why do you need to have same sex relations and blame the Bible for not being fair. It makes no sense. If you’re a homosexual who chooses sex over God. Cool. But don’t drag him down because he can’t see you in the dark.Well both of those things harm peopleIf they’re celibate then nothing…That's a very good question. Slavery is a horrible thing, it's detestable. The idea of something like that coming from a loving god would be a huge contradiction. It's up to you how you choose to rectify thatWhat's wrong with two people of the same sex in a loving, consensual, mutual relationship?
Slavery back then is not the same as what we went through recently. Where it’s just whips on plantations.
And you guys cherry picking homosexuality over all other sins is ridiculous. If homosexuality is ok, then why can’t all adultery be ok?
What’s wrong with Covet and adultey as a whole? Let’s just abolish it. Is that ok?
If you covet something that doesn't belong to you, that eats a hole in you and might inspire you to do something to get what you covet.
Adultery damages trust between romantic partners and breaks hearts.
Two mutually loving people having sex who have the same genitalia harms no one.
https://www.reddit.com/Christianity/comments/1cs2bb4/why_does_the_bible_call_homosexuality_an/l43e65c/I think you're misunderstanding "objective morality" there are several ethical schools that don't require an authority figure.a loving God and slavery isn’t a contradiction. You need objective morality in the first place for it to be a contradiction, and you atheists do not.Are you saying slavery isn’t detestable or that it coming from a loving god isn’t a contradiction?a loving God and slavery isn’t a contradiction. You need objective morality in the first place for it to be a contradiction, and you atheists do not.
https://www.reddit.com/Christianity/comments/1cs2bb4/why_does_the_bible_call_homosexuality_an/l42tgxf/Haters gotta hate 🤷🏾♂️... is Taylor swift a victim too? She has haters after all.I think saying homosexuality is not harmful is naive. You are free to do it but it does have consequences that preclude you from any semblance of traditional living. Also, if everyone was homosexual there would be no people bc it does not produce children.The only downsides are from the hate bigots create. Let’s not victim blame now
https://www.reddit.com/Christianity/comments/1cs2bb4/why_does_the_bible_call_homosexuality_an/l42hqpl/Yeah, that’s what I meant about “punishment for pagan nations” Everyone around the Israelites were pagans.Right. Now read Leviticus 25:44-46 about buying and owning foreign slaves.Exodus 21: 2-6I believe it has to do with the nature of their slavery. The standards for slavery were different than today’s- I don’t believe they had prisons; if you owed someone something, you became their slave. It was a temporary status.No, god explicitly permits people to own other people as their property for life. It was not always temporary, and didn't always have anything to do with debt repayment.
The only more permanent slave status I’ve read in the Bible involved pagan people that were being punished.
“When you buy a Hebrew slave, he is to serve for six years; then in the seventh he is to leave as a free man without paying anything.”
https://www.reddit.com/Christianity/comments/1cs2bb4/why_does_the_bible_call_homosexuality_an/l42ybv5/I’m sorry you feel that way. It’s mind-boggling to me that you think enslavement of humans is OK.Why not? Who are you to decide what love is and what love isn’t?Because slaves are not the recipient of God’s love. You can’t love someone and also allow them to be enslaved.According to your own morality, the concepts of slavery and that of a loving God are contradictory. Just about anyone should be able to see that regardless of religious beliefs.Nope. Slavery and a loving God are compatible, as we don’t decide morality you might as well tell that opinion to a brick wall.
So again, how is slavery and a loving God contradictory?
https://www.reddit.com/Christianity/comments/1cs2bb4/why_does_the_bible_call_homosexuality_an/l42gaf7/Slavery isn’t necessarily the worst thing to happen to anybody ever, we just fetishise it today because America puts so much importance on it. Fact is that in ancient pre-mechanised times if you needed something doing you with did it yourself or got your captured enemies to do it. Slavery has been present in every society in history and has many forms, it’s damn nearly a natural state of humanity. Sometimes slaves were abused, murdered, tortured, raped; sometimes they were given gifts and made part of the family. “The ottomans took Christian children as slaves and made them into elite warriors who eventually got their own kingdom, meanwhile their trans-Saharan slave traders routinely castrated all the males they got from Africa and sent the women into harems, making European slavery relatively benign.“B-But akshually guys slavery wasn’t that bad and it’s natural!!!”
You go out of your way to defend slavery, but don’t do the same with homosexuality which is objectively less harmful, please stop talking.
https://www.reddit.com/Christianity/comments/1cs2bb4/why_does_the_bible_call_homosexuality_an/l42ga4o/That’s blatant projection right there, you did not accept or listen to my response, so it’s more like you were proven wrong and didn’t know what to reply with.There is no response you will accept or even listen to. I gave the only one worth giving.What an insightful response.LolThe Lord doesn't need to call salvery an abomination. There is a correct way to handle slavery through debt. However, that does not mean they are property. The Lord's children, ARE NOT FOR SALE. All debt should be and needs to be released freely every 7 years. Then you bless them as they leave freely, regardless of the amount of debt returned back.Homosexuality is NOT a choice, plain and simple, no buts or ifs. If it was, you could choose to be homosexual for just 5 minutes to prove your point which you obviously can’t, no matter how hard you try you can’t control who or what you’re attracted to. It is also not inherently lustful just as heterosexuality isn’t inherently lustful, couples of any gender or sexuality can have a loving and healthy relationship. It doesn’t lead to any “chaotic state”, as I mentioned before it can be perfectly healthy, what truly leads to a chaotic state is the constant backlash of mindless homophobes who don’t want to accept the fact that their worldview is wrong. Also, multiple societies in the past had no problem with homosexuality and turned out very prosperous. Read a book, bigot.
Homosexuality IS A CHOICE. It's a much of a choice to choose who you sleep with, as it is to lust in the first place. He calls it an abomination because it's your choice, and it almost always leads to a chaotic state. Not directly, rather, indirectly. It leads culture into a mindset of "I should be able to anything I want to". Sadly, that's just not how a stable society functions, and you see it's ripple effect today.
2024.05.15 04:40 Master100017 Kaufmo was given more depth and it shows
So y’all know Kaufmo had a funeral ceremony dedicated to him at the end of Ep 2 after Caine left. A handful of the characters had testimonies we couldn’t hear but showed clear sadness though the expressions.
With the drawing Gangle held up, she clearly missed him a lot, Ragatha was on the verge of tears and Zooble and Kinger looked genuinely sad, which was really eye opening.
It makes you think that maybe Kaufmo was a really funny and well adjusted character on paper. He probably made everyone laugh and cheered them up as best he could, but clearly he was suffering more than his friends were. When you see Kaufmo abstracted in the first episode, they made some light hearted comments about it and the episode’s overall tone made it seem like it was par for the course, but in actuality, he most likely made a lot of fun memories with the circus gang and they just didn’t want to show their sadness at the time due to being freaked out or even, repressing their emotions when they saw him in his abstracted form.
It makes you realise that abstracting is a way bigger issue than they make it out to be. Everyone was just worried that it would happen to them if they let their fears crush down on them. I really hope there’s a flashback episode that shows how much of a funny and charming character Kaufmo was. It would do justice to his legacy.
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With the drawing Gangle held up, she clearly missed him a lot, Ragatha was on the verge of tears and Zooble and Kinger looked genuinely sad, which was really eye opening.
It makes you think that maybe Kaufmo was a really funny and well adjusted character on paper. He probably made everyone laugh and cheered them up as best he could, but clearly he was suffering more than his friends were. When you see Kaufmo abstracted in the first episode, they made some light hearted comments about it and the episode’s overall tone made it seem like it was par for the course, but in actuality, he most likely made a lot of fun memories with the circus gang and they just didn’t want to show their sadness at the time due to being freaked out or even, repressing their emotions when they saw him in his abstracted form.
It makes you realise that abstracting is a way bigger issue than they make it out to be. Everyone was just worried that it would happen to them if they let their fears crush down on them. I really hope there’s a flashback episode that shows how much of a funny and charming character Kaufmo was. It would do justice to his legacy.
2024.05.15 04:40 mamakat45 Jack D’s 17th birthday
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2024.05.15 04:39 Hannahk89 Working moms…how the fuck do you manage it all???
I was a stay at home mom for the last 10 years to our 3 children. I genuinely enjoyed my time as a sahm but the last few years I was burnt out and felt like I needed a change. I turned 30 last year and after many talks with my husband, I decided to enter into the workforce. This meant putting my youngest in full time preschool ( my older two kids are both in school full time. )
The first 6 months of working was great, it truly felt like a breath of fresh air. I finally had time for myself, and my performance has been great. I was quickly promoted and it sounds like I’m in line for another promotion within the next year. My husband has made several comments that it’s a huge relief off his shoulders to not be sole income of our family anymore because it’s a huge responsibililty. This has made me happy to ease his mind and help him relax.
While I have complete and total control over my work life, I am struggling so much with my home life. There is no time to do anything, ever. Between my husband and I picking up kids, making dinner, homework, laundry, cleaning, shuffling to and from sports…there’s just no time. It’s so completely overwhelming to come home and have nothing be done and just trying to get everything done in a few short hours.
We had a few very hard months with my husband traveling for work. This was the first time I was a working mom and it genuinely felt impossible. It was probably the most stressful time of my life and I can’t imagine doing it again.
I’m so utterly overwhelmed and exhausted all of the time anymore. I genuinely feel depressed. I feel like I’m not able to spend quality time to my kids, my husband, or even just myself. I’m so overwhelmed with the day today things, I have no control over things at home and that is a stark difference from what I’ve done for the last ten years.
This all came to a head for me this weekend when I was gardening (my literal favorite thing to do when I was a stay at home mom, I’ve worked so hard on the landscaping and my husband built a huge garden for me last year). I was planting vegetables and I just thought to myself…I’m actually not enjoying this. I’m so exhausted and overwhelmed with everything I have to squeeze in this weekend, this is the last thing I want to do. Me realizing this broke my heart and I cried on and off all weekend.
I am trying so hard to be positive and understand that life with 3 kids and 2 working parents is just going to be chaotic, but it’s just so overwhelming and I’m truly struggling mentally and physically. I’m just sad all of the time.
I just need to know how all you working moms manage it all and what has worked for your families. Or even just words of encouragement!
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The first 6 months of working was great, it truly felt like a breath of fresh air. I finally had time for myself, and my performance has been great. I was quickly promoted and it sounds like I’m in line for another promotion within the next year. My husband has made several comments that it’s a huge relief off his shoulders to not be sole income of our family anymore because it’s a huge responsibililty. This has made me happy to ease his mind and help him relax.
While I have complete and total control over my work life, I am struggling so much with my home life. There is no time to do anything, ever. Between my husband and I picking up kids, making dinner, homework, laundry, cleaning, shuffling to and from sports…there’s just no time. It’s so completely overwhelming to come home and have nothing be done and just trying to get everything done in a few short hours.
We had a few very hard months with my husband traveling for work. This was the first time I was a working mom and it genuinely felt impossible. It was probably the most stressful time of my life and I can’t imagine doing it again.
I’m so utterly overwhelmed and exhausted all of the time anymore. I genuinely feel depressed. I feel like I’m not able to spend quality time to my kids, my husband, or even just myself. I’m so overwhelmed with the day today things, I have no control over things at home and that is a stark difference from what I’ve done for the last ten years.
This all came to a head for me this weekend when I was gardening (my literal favorite thing to do when I was a stay at home mom, I’ve worked so hard on the landscaping and my husband built a huge garden for me last year). I was planting vegetables and I just thought to myself…I’m actually not enjoying this. I’m so exhausted and overwhelmed with everything I have to squeeze in this weekend, this is the last thing I want to do. Me realizing this broke my heart and I cried on and off all weekend.
I am trying so hard to be positive and understand that life with 3 kids and 2 working parents is just going to be chaotic, but it’s just so overwhelming and I’m truly struggling mentally and physically. I’m just sad all of the time.
I just need to know how all you working moms manage it all and what has worked for your families. Or even just words of encouragement!
2024.05.15 04:38 GgetNaEnAeD I think this could be love…
I think I’m in love. I had made a friend through instagram and he goes to my school, I didn’t know it was him until about a month ago, but he lives in my neighborhood and we ride the same bus. We didn’t start talking a lot other than sending each other reels every now and then until last Wednesday, since then we’ve been talking non stop and staying up until 1-3am. He’s super nice and actually listens to me, we have quite a bit of stuff in common but also equally the same amount of differences. I’ve started to notice how fast my heart beats and how giddy I am when talking to him or even thinking of him. Yes I’ve dated and like people before, maybe even obsessed over them, but nothing compares to how I’ve been feeling around him. I know me and him are just barely starting to talk talk but it’s so nice being able to talk to him at school and online, at first I’m usually shaky and nervous but i quickly ease into it cause of how sweet and understanding he is. He’s constantly called me cute and adorable, as well as complimenting my appearance, he also admitted to being nervous around me, and every time he sees me his face lights up its adorable, i know I should expect much from this but it feels great having to look forward to hanging out with someone like him. He said he even wants to play guitar for me or go for a walk around the neighborhood together. But yeah that’s my little vent lol
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2024.05.15 04:38 Mugen_Hero_Fan If Sora introduced the friends he’s made (excluding Disney characters) how does he explain these 4?
 | Seriously when you think about it how do you introduce these 4 specifically to your parents if you are Sora (I included Ven due to him looking so similar to Roxas so might as well) like we got submitted by Mugen_Hero_Fan to KingdomHearts [link] [comments] Girl made when you stabbed yourself with a giant key releasing your crush’s heart to allow it to return to her. Boy created from the same thing just this time it’s for your heart. Other girl this time born from your memories the first one was taking away and were used to create her to try and get them the weapon you can summon (I think that’s what Xion is haven’t played 358/2 or watched the movie) And finally boy that despite looking the exact same as the other one isn’t the same and is the whole reason you are doing this stuff at times. Seriously if Sora were to introduce these guys to his parents he would have a massive challenge to not give them a heart attack or make them think he went crazy I don’t know how he would do it if he introduced them to his parents. |
2024.05.15 04:37 LosPollosFirminos Router Slot
 | How does this slot get made? Or can I buy a piece of 1x trim with this already there? Router makes sense, but not sure how to get the ends tapered as you see in the picture submitted by LosPollosFirminos to woodworking [link] [comments] |
2024.05.15 04:36 OverallHearing7851 EMBARRASSED at my interview today!!!
I had my final round of interviews for a large company today. Today was VERY humid and the campus is HUGE (foreshadowing).
I arrived and parked 40 minutes before my interview time just to navigate campus. I walk about 5-7 minutes the correct way but to the wrong building. I asked two workers for help and they said "Oh no! You're headed in the wrong direction. Take the path and walk all the way back." So I did.. I took a path and walked all the way back... to an empty field. Luckily there were two men working back there and offered to give me a truck ride to the correct building.
Now, let me say this. I am a SWEATER. I definitely have hyperactive sweat glands and by the time I walked in the complete opposite direction, I was HOT. Not to mention, I was wearing a semi-heavy blazer for the interview.
I finally made it into the right building and checked in at the desk... sweating. I rushed to the bathroom in an attempt to cool down - even used my portable fan but to no avail. As soon as I sat down all of the heat had caught up to me and I was sweating again. The recruiter finally arrived and JUST MY LUCK, "Ok! We're going to walk over to the next building here". BACK OUTSIDE... and she was a FAST WALKER. I was hoping to make it to the space where I'd have my first interviews a little bit ahead of the person I was meeting with (the DIRECTOR of the team I'd be on) but just my luck - she was early.
I begged for forgiveness and asked her to excuse me as I was DRIPPING SWEAT and rushed to the bathroom - again, in an attempt to cool off. I apologized once again before the interview started and she even made a light-hearted joke about and told me that I can use the paper with my agenda on it as a fan. The interview itself went well besides the fact that I was literally DRIPPING SWEAT and fanning myself practically the entire time she was talking. I sweat so much that the salt got in my eye and started to burn. TEARS in my left eye started to stream down my face.
Every interview was back-to-back. I quite literally had no time to even use the bathroom between interviews and the tour until after lunch... when I finally got to sit down and look at myself to notice that I had sweat so much my mascara ran and there were mascara stains underneath my eye.
I quite literally had sweat through all 6 of my interviews today. The content of the interviewes went really well but I can't help but to think about how much I was sweating and how embarassing it was. Even worse, I REALLLLLYYYYYYY need this job.
If you have any terrible interview stories please feel free to drop them below lol.
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I arrived and parked 40 minutes before my interview time just to navigate campus. I walk about 5-7 minutes the correct way but to the wrong building. I asked two workers for help and they said "Oh no! You're headed in the wrong direction. Take the path and walk all the way back." So I did.. I took a path and walked all the way back... to an empty field. Luckily there were two men working back there and offered to give me a truck ride to the correct building.
Now, let me say this. I am a SWEATER. I definitely have hyperactive sweat glands and by the time I walked in the complete opposite direction, I was HOT. Not to mention, I was wearing a semi-heavy blazer for the interview.
I finally made it into the right building and checked in at the desk... sweating. I rushed to the bathroom in an attempt to cool down - even used my portable fan but to no avail. As soon as I sat down all of the heat had caught up to me and I was sweating again. The recruiter finally arrived and JUST MY LUCK, "Ok! We're going to walk over to the next building here". BACK OUTSIDE... and she was a FAST WALKER. I was hoping to make it to the space where I'd have my first interviews a little bit ahead of the person I was meeting with (the DIRECTOR of the team I'd be on) but just my luck - she was early.
I begged for forgiveness and asked her to excuse me as I was DRIPPING SWEAT and rushed to the bathroom - again, in an attempt to cool off. I apologized once again before the interview started and she even made a light-hearted joke about and told me that I can use the paper with my agenda on it as a fan. The interview itself went well besides the fact that I was literally DRIPPING SWEAT and fanning myself practically the entire time she was talking. I sweat so much that the salt got in my eye and started to burn. TEARS in my left eye started to stream down my face.
Every interview was back-to-back. I quite literally had no time to even use the bathroom between interviews and the tour until after lunch... when I finally got to sit down and look at myself to notice that I had sweat so much my mascara ran and there were mascara stains underneath my eye.
I quite literally had sweat through all 6 of my interviews today. The content of the interviewes went really well but I can't help but to think about how much I was sweating and how embarassing it was. Even worse, I REALLLLLYYYYYYY need this job.
If you have any terrible interview stories please feel free to drop them below lol.
2024.05.15 04:36 OverallHearing7851 EMBARRASSED at my interview today!!!
I had my final round of interviews for a large company today. Today was VERY humid and the campus is HUGE (foreshadowing).
I arrived and parked 40 minutes before my interview time just to navigate campus. I walk about 5-7 minutes the correct way but to the wrong building. I asked two workers for help and they said "Oh no! You're headed in the wrong direction. Take the path and walk all the way back." So I did.. I took a path and walked all the way back... to an empty field. Luckily there were two men working back there and offered to give me a truck ride to the correct building.
Now, let me say this. I am a SWEATER. I definitely have hyperactive sweat glands and by the time I walked in the complete opposite direction, I was HOT. Not to mention, I was wearing a semi-heavy blazer for the interview.
I finally made it into the right building and checked in at the desk... sweating. I rushed to the bathroom in an attempt to cool down - even used my portable fan but to no avail. As soon as I sat down all of the heat had caught up to me and I was sweating again. The recruiter finally arrived and JUST MY LUCK, "Ok! We're going to walk over to the next building here". BACK OUTSIDE... and she was a FAST WALKER. I was hoping to make it to the space where I'd have my first interviews a little bit ahead of the person I was meeting with (the DIRECTOR of the team I'd be on) but just my luck - she was early.
I begged for forgiveness and asked her to excuse me as I was DRIPPING SWEAT and rushed to the bathroom - again, in an attempt to cool off. I apologized once again before the interview started and she even made a light-hearted joke about and told me that I can use the paper with my agenda on it as a fan. The interview itself went well besides the fact that I was literally DRIPPING SWEAT and fanning myself practically the entire time she was talking. I sweat so much that the salt got in my eye and started to burn. TEARS in my left eye started to stream down my face.
Every interview was back-to-back. I quite literally had no time to even use the bathroom between interviews and the tour until after lunch... when I finally got to sit down and look at myself to notice that I had sweat so much my mascara ran and there were mascara stains underneath my eye.
I quite literally had sweat through all 6 of my interviews today. The content of the interviewes went really well but I can't help but to think about how much I was sweating and how embarassing it was. Even worse, I REALLLLLYYYYYYY need this job.
If you have any terrible interview stories please feel free to drop them below lol.
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I arrived and parked 40 minutes before my interview time just to navigate campus. I walk about 5-7 minutes the correct way but to the wrong building. I asked two workers for help and they said "Oh no! You're headed in the wrong direction. Take the path and walk all the way back." So I did.. I took a path and walked all the way back... to an empty field. Luckily there were two men working back there and offered to give me a truck ride to the correct building.
Now, let me say this. I am a SWEATER. I definitely have hyperactive sweat glands and by the time I walked in the complete opposite direction, I was HOT. Not to mention, I was wearing a semi-heavy blazer for the interview.
I finally made it into the right building and checked in at the desk... sweating. I rushed to the bathroom in an attempt to cool down - even used my portable fan but to no avail. As soon as I sat down all of the heat had caught up to me and I was sweating again. The recruiter finally arrived and JUST MY LUCK, "Ok! We're going to walk over to the next building here". BACK OUTSIDE... and she was a FAST WALKER. I was hoping to make it to the space where I'd have my first interviews a little bit ahead of the person I was meeting with (the DIRECTOR of the team I'd be on) but just my luck - she was early.
I begged for forgiveness and asked her to excuse me as I was DRIPPING SWEAT and rushed to the bathroom - again, in an attempt to cool off. I apologized once again before the interview started and she even made a light-hearted joke about and told me that I can use the paper with my agenda on it as a fan. The interview itself went well besides the fact that I was literally DRIPPING SWEAT and fanning myself practically the entire time she was talking. I sweat so much that the salt got in my eye and started to burn. TEARS in my left eye started to stream down my face.
Every interview was back-to-back. I quite literally had no time to even use the bathroom between interviews and the tour until after lunch... when I finally got to sit down and look at myself to notice that I had sweat so much my mascara ran and there were mascara stains underneath my eye.
I quite literally had sweat through all 6 of my interviews today. The content of the interviewes went really well but I can't help but to think about how much I was sweating and how embarassing it was. Even worse, I REALLLLLYYYYYYY need this job.
If you have any terrible interview stories please feel free to drop them below lol.
2024.05.15 04:35 lyra_in Been really obsessive and thinking about my boyfriend since he left 2 weeks ago. Is this normal?
I am 22F and he is 23M.
He went back home for the month after finishing up his last semester at university. We have been living together since Jan/Feb, and ever since I returned from the car ride back home to an empty place, my mental state has been so awful. All I can think about are the memories we made in the place together and the adventures we did in our university town/city and it kills me every single day. Not a minute goes by where I don’t think about him.
Before he left, he used to be the one who was always checking up on me more, and being more affectionate. Not that I didn’t love him obviously not, but I’m a shy and cold introverted person in general so my affection tends to pale in comparison to how he expresses love (he’s like a golden retriever basically).
Since he left, I have been the one always sending him so many texts and pictures, using so many lovey dovey emojis left and right & feel the need to post him on my social media all the time. I’ve been listening to the songs he introduced me to and the songs we play on the car and all i think of is him. I feel the need to learn to crochet to make cute plushes for him, the need to curate a spotify playlist for him.
I feel like I’ve been so crazy and I’ve never been this needy before. This is definitely not healthy, is it? Is this normal? I need an explanation for this behaviour. I’m wondering what I should do?
PS i am a uni student too who is on summer break so I guess that explains partially why I’m this way
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He went back home for the month after finishing up his last semester at university. We have been living together since Jan/Feb, and ever since I returned from the car ride back home to an empty place, my mental state has been so awful. All I can think about are the memories we made in the place together and the adventures we did in our university town/city and it kills me every single day. Not a minute goes by where I don’t think about him.
Before he left, he used to be the one who was always checking up on me more, and being more affectionate. Not that I didn’t love him obviously not, but I’m a shy and cold introverted person in general so my affection tends to pale in comparison to how he expresses love (he’s like a golden retriever basically).
Since he left, I have been the one always sending him so many texts and pictures, using so many lovey dovey emojis left and right & feel the need to post him on my social media all the time. I’ve been listening to the songs he introduced me to and the songs we play on the car and all i think of is him. I feel the need to learn to crochet to make cute plushes for him, the need to curate a spotify playlist for him.
I feel like I’ve been so crazy and I’ve never been this needy before. This is definitely not healthy, is it? Is this normal? I need an explanation for this behaviour. I’m wondering what I should do?
PS i am a uni student too who is on summer break so I guess that explains partially why I’m this way
2024.05.15 04:35 HoopoeOfHope Grey hair
Some say that the night is the calmest time of the day, others never find serenity in the silence of the night.
I remember those nights when I woke up after short slumbers. I absent-mindedly made my way to the sink, purposefully keeping my head down as I washed my face.
Then came that one night, when I kept my eyes shut longer than usual after I had closed the faucet. I remember how I gathered all the courage I had, and I lifted my head slowly. I opened my eyes to see the mirror in front of me, and there I was looking at myself. A twenty-five-year-old man with more than twenty-five grey hairs on his head. That sight turned my apathy into rage. Without thinking, I raised my hand and I started to pluck every grey hair. Every time I plucked a hair I cursed a moment of my life. Hair after hair, I lost count. After I had plucked the last one that I could find I took deep breaths, looking back at myself. My hair was completely dark, like how a young man should have.
In awe of what I had just done, I stared at myself. I brushed back my hair with my hand, and as I did, I saw one last grey hair that hid underneath. I was determined to do to it the same thing that I did, but when I saw it by itself, I felt pity for it; for myself. It seemed as if it were begging for mercy, screaming "what have I done?" I slowly let it go and looked back into my eyes. I took some other deep breaths, and I told myself: "From this moment until the time those hairs grow back, I'll do what I can. To learn how to live, to escape this burden that I hold in my chest." I went back to my room, changed my clothes, and wore my jacket and headed to the house door. I put my hand on the metal handle, I remember how cold it was that winter. I opened the door.
I remember when I took the first step of my journey late at night. The smell of rain fresh in the air. The still water on the roads reflected the yellow lamps, creating a frigid world sparkling with dazzling lights. I slipped my hands into my pockets, and wandered aimlessly through the streets. No sounds were heard that hour, everyone was dreaming in their sleep. I walked between cars and through alleyways, reaching places that I never knew existed. I felt alone at that time, but that solitude was comforting. When I walk alone, no one knows where I go. My feet took the lead, head lost in thoughts.
I found myself on top of a hill at the edge of town. From that hight, I could see where the street lamps stop, drawing a line that separate the light from the dark beyond. Just before the last few lamps, I saw an old building that was abandoned before I was born. From the hill looking down, I could see that it had a large yard surrounded by a wall and a single gate. Everything about that building seemed dead, it was in ruins. I never knew what it was used for. Heard that it was an old storage but I don't know for what. That night, I didn't have the clarity of the mind to consider my decisions. I began walking towards it, wanting to see it up close.
I reached the gate. Its old rusted lock held the door shut with chains, but to my surprise, one of the hinges was completely dislodged giving me an easy access. When I entered I looked around the yard, There were many things scattered on the ground. Old tables, broken doors, and other things that I couldn't figure out how they ended up there. Every step I made was followed by a creaking of wood or the shattering of glass. I remember the way the building towered over me from that angle. The dark, open windows looked like the empty eye sockets of a skull staring back at me. The sound of the wind howling almost like it was daring me to enter. The stillness of that moment stunned me for a minute, and when I turned my back to leave, I heard a sound of something small calling from behind a corner of the building. I slowly moved towards it.
There, I saw a cat that had fear on its face. Next to it was a wooden barrel. When I approached the cat, it hissed at me. I was confused by that, why did it hiss at me instead of escaping? Then I heard a meowing of a kitten echoing inside the barrel. I knew immediately what this cat was protecting, she was the mother of that kitten. I examined the barrel from afar, I noticed that it was upside down. The upper side had a small hole on it, I assumed that was where the kitten fill from. I was certain that the underside didn't have a lid, so all I had to do was to carry the barrel slightly for the kitten to escape. However, every step I took forward, the mother hissed harder and backed up little by little. She couldn't understand that I wanted to help. I was concerned that she would either scratch me to keep me away, or even worse escape and leave her kitten behind.
I looked around me, I saw among the debris a long, wooden cane. I took it to reach the barrel without getting any closer. I walked around to the other side of the barrel where the mother cat couldn't see me. I slowly extended my arm holding the cane, grabbing the barrel by inserting the handle into the hole. I used the cane as a leverage, raising the side closest to the mother. The moment the gap became large enough for them to see each other, I heard the kitten's meows change from an echoing sadness to a bright call of longing. The mother without hesitation grabbed the kitten and ran away as fast as she could. Never looking back. I stood there asking myself: "If I weren't here this night, I wonder, would that kitten have died in that barrel?" I looked up at the face of the building again. Perhaps my feelings that night were only for me to save the kitten. I walked towards the gate again, leaving the building behind.
I walked the streets looking down. Without noticing, I reached a park that had no fence. It was full of children's games and flowers. It seemed like a memento of my past. The swings dangling without anyone to push. Standing next to the slide, I could see that I was taller than it was. It all seemed lost and forgotten, but what was funny to me was how the roses had the same colour of the pale sand under the yellow light. I walked and walked at that park, felt fatigued at the time. I saw a bench left alone in the middle of the grass. I sat there, reflecting on my life. And after some time, I buried my face in my hands.
I heard the sound of steps crushing the grass. They were getting closer until they stopped. I didn't even have the will to look up. I heard a raspy voice: "What's wrong?" I weakly looked back. Saw the face of a concerned old man. Many wrinkles on his face, hair completely white. When I saw him I tightly crossed my arms without saying a word, facing down and away from him. I could feel him staring at me, then without a word, he sat down next to me. The lamps turned off in unison as the light of dawn began to colour the sky. The hum of the breeze was contrasting the bitter silence between us. I didn't know that man and I don't think he knew me, but the circumstances of that encounter make two strangers seem like lifelong companions.
After a while, I heard his voice again: "You know, I remember when I was your age, I had done many foolish things that I am ashamed to admit. I had thrown away the future that I could have had. I regret everything that I did. But I am alive, and you still have a life In front of you. Don't waste it. You are still young". With those words he stood up and left. I saw his silhouette getting smaller and smaller until I couldn't see him anymore. I might have imagined it but the air felt easier to breathe then. The melody of the songbirds were in harmony with the beats of my heart. Amazing is the mind; it shifts from emotion to emotion on a whim, just like how the black night is replaced by the first rays of the sun.
It is that night that I so vividly remember. Now, many years have passed, I sit in my bedroom every morning combing my hair. The signs of age evident on me, my hair is completely grey. I remember that bittersweet night while holding back my tears from spilling, grateful for a moment that passed. I stand up to begin my day. Just as I am about to put my comb back in its drawer, I notice a single hair that has been caught between its teeth. I take that hair and look at it with a smile. The upper half is dark and the lower half is grey.
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I remember those nights when I woke up after short slumbers. I absent-mindedly made my way to the sink, purposefully keeping my head down as I washed my face.
Then came that one night, when I kept my eyes shut longer than usual after I had closed the faucet. I remember how I gathered all the courage I had, and I lifted my head slowly. I opened my eyes to see the mirror in front of me, and there I was looking at myself. A twenty-five-year-old man with more than twenty-five grey hairs on his head. That sight turned my apathy into rage. Without thinking, I raised my hand and I started to pluck every grey hair. Every time I plucked a hair I cursed a moment of my life. Hair after hair, I lost count. After I had plucked the last one that I could find I took deep breaths, looking back at myself. My hair was completely dark, like how a young man should have.
In awe of what I had just done, I stared at myself. I brushed back my hair with my hand, and as I did, I saw one last grey hair that hid underneath. I was determined to do to it the same thing that I did, but when I saw it by itself, I felt pity for it; for myself. It seemed as if it were begging for mercy, screaming "what have I done?" I slowly let it go and looked back into my eyes. I took some other deep breaths, and I told myself: "From this moment until the time those hairs grow back, I'll do what I can. To learn how to live, to escape this burden that I hold in my chest." I went back to my room, changed my clothes, and wore my jacket and headed to the house door. I put my hand on the metal handle, I remember how cold it was that winter. I opened the door.
I remember when I took the first step of my journey late at night. The smell of rain fresh in the air. The still water on the roads reflected the yellow lamps, creating a frigid world sparkling with dazzling lights. I slipped my hands into my pockets, and wandered aimlessly through the streets. No sounds were heard that hour, everyone was dreaming in their sleep. I walked between cars and through alleyways, reaching places that I never knew existed. I felt alone at that time, but that solitude was comforting. When I walk alone, no one knows where I go. My feet took the lead, head lost in thoughts.
I found myself on top of a hill at the edge of town. From that hight, I could see where the street lamps stop, drawing a line that separate the light from the dark beyond. Just before the last few lamps, I saw an old building that was abandoned before I was born. From the hill looking down, I could see that it had a large yard surrounded by a wall and a single gate. Everything about that building seemed dead, it was in ruins. I never knew what it was used for. Heard that it was an old storage but I don't know for what. That night, I didn't have the clarity of the mind to consider my decisions. I began walking towards it, wanting to see it up close.
I reached the gate. Its old rusted lock held the door shut with chains, but to my surprise, one of the hinges was completely dislodged giving me an easy access. When I entered I looked around the yard, There were many things scattered on the ground. Old tables, broken doors, and other things that I couldn't figure out how they ended up there. Every step I made was followed by a creaking of wood or the shattering of glass. I remember the way the building towered over me from that angle. The dark, open windows looked like the empty eye sockets of a skull staring back at me. The sound of the wind howling almost like it was daring me to enter. The stillness of that moment stunned me for a minute, and when I turned my back to leave, I heard a sound of something small calling from behind a corner of the building. I slowly moved towards it.
There, I saw a cat that had fear on its face. Next to it was a wooden barrel. When I approached the cat, it hissed at me. I was confused by that, why did it hiss at me instead of escaping? Then I heard a meowing of a kitten echoing inside the barrel. I knew immediately what this cat was protecting, she was the mother of that kitten. I examined the barrel from afar, I noticed that it was upside down. The upper side had a small hole on it, I assumed that was where the kitten fill from. I was certain that the underside didn't have a lid, so all I had to do was to carry the barrel slightly for the kitten to escape. However, every step I took forward, the mother hissed harder and backed up little by little. She couldn't understand that I wanted to help. I was concerned that she would either scratch me to keep me away, or even worse escape and leave her kitten behind.
I looked around me, I saw among the debris a long, wooden cane. I took it to reach the barrel without getting any closer. I walked around to the other side of the barrel where the mother cat couldn't see me. I slowly extended my arm holding the cane, grabbing the barrel by inserting the handle into the hole. I used the cane as a leverage, raising the side closest to the mother. The moment the gap became large enough for them to see each other, I heard the kitten's meows change from an echoing sadness to a bright call of longing. The mother without hesitation grabbed the kitten and ran away as fast as she could. Never looking back. I stood there asking myself: "If I weren't here this night, I wonder, would that kitten have died in that barrel?" I looked up at the face of the building again. Perhaps my feelings that night were only for me to save the kitten. I walked towards the gate again, leaving the building behind.
I walked the streets looking down. Without noticing, I reached a park that had no fence. It was full of children's games and flowers. It seemed like a memento of my past. The swings dangling without anyone to push. Standing next to the slide, I could see that I was taller than it was. It all seemed lost and forgotten, but what was funny to me was how the roses had the same colour of the pale sand under the yellow light. I walked and walked at that park, felt fatigued at the time. I saw a bench left alone in the middle of the grass. I sat there, reflecting on my life. And after some time, I buried my face in my hands.
I heard the sound of steps crushing the grass. They were getting closer until they stopped. I didn't even have the will to look up. I heard a raspy voice: "What's wrong?" I weakly looked back. Saw the face of a concerned old man. Many wrinkles on his face, hair completely white. When I saw him I tightly crossed my arms without saying a word, facing down and away from him. I could feel him staring at me, then without a word, he sat down next to me. The lamps turned off in unison as the light of dawn began to colour the sky. The hum of the breeze was contrasting the bitter silence between us. I didn't know that man and I don't think he knew me, but the circumstances of that encounter make two strangers seem like lifelong companions.
After a while, I heard his voice again: "You know, I remember when I was your age, I had done many foolish things that I am ashamed to admit. I had thrown away the future that I could have had. I regret everything that I did. But I am alive, and you still have a life In front of you. Don't waste it. You are still young". With those words he stood up and left. I saw his silhouette getting smaller and smaller until I couldn't see him anymore. I might have imagined it but the air felt easier to breathe then. The melody of the songbirds were in harmony with the beats of my heart. Amazing is the mind; it shifts from emotion to emotion on a whim, just like how the black night is replaced by the first rays of the sun.
It is that night that I so vividly remember. Now, many years have passed, I sit in my bedroom every morning combing my hair. The signs of age evident on me, my hair is completely grey. I remember that bittersweet night while holding back my tears from spilling, grateful for a moment that passed. I stand up to begin my day. Just as I am about to put my comb back in its drawer, I notice a single hair that has been caught between its teeth. I take that hair and look at it with a smile. The upper half is dark and the lower half is grey.
2024.05.15 04:34 Feynar06 It does get better
I wanted to make this post because I remember telling myself that I would never be better again. That I would never feel okay again.
A few months ago I posted about how I was getting a new job and how, hopefully, that job would help me get rid of my anxiety. Prior to getting my current job, I did nothing because my anxiety and panic were so so so so so so sooo bad. I’m not one of those people who just had it easier. I’m not one of those people who had a good head about it.
Everyday it felt like I was fighting for my life and toward the end, I decided I should start making plans to end my life because I truly did not think I would ever be okay again. I began to fight with people I love so it would make it easier on them. I stopped texting my friends back and stopped reaching out.
Then one day, while I was laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling as my heart pounded, I asked myself the same question that always popped up when I was having a panic attack. “Why can’t I be like everyone else?”
For some reason, it hit me then. That I could be.
I’ve read like, ten books- watched a hundred YouTube videos and attended therapy online and everything you can possibly think of to get better.
But realizing how much I was feeding my anxiety is what really got me. The reason I couldn’t be like everyone else is because when I had an attack, even when I tried to ignore it, I was still only making it worse for myself.
I decided that I would apply for a job that would be incredibly hard for me bc of my anxiety.
Sales. Talking to people gave me so much anxiety it was insane. Then I thought “what would be the hardest thing to sell?” And for me, that was cars. Because I know literally nothing about cars.
So I applied for a car sales job and you’ll never believe it….
Not only did I sell more cars in my first month than anyone has ever seen at that dealership before, but I also continue to excel. The owner has come and publicly praised my work. I made more money in that first month than I had made in YEARS.
I didn’t even realize my anxiety was gone until today.
Not that it’s gone gone. It’s just that now when I get anxiety, I work. I mean, this place keeps me SO busy. I only get one day a week off because I have thrown myself into my work and I genuinely love it. I do get stressed but not in the way where I feel like I’m dying.
It’s exciting to do what I do. It’s fun talking to people and learning so much. In some ways, it’s more relaxing than your average job because the responsibility is up to you.
I’m still pretty foggy in the head but I’m going to start working on my diet and see if that will help in any way.
My point here is- it absolutely does get better. And when they say to distract yourself, distract yourself with something that’ll really challenge you. Not just please or relax you but something that will make your brain work hard to figure something out. Do the hardest thing you can think of and be great at it.
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A few months ago I posted about how I was getting a new job and how, hopefully, that job would help me get rid of my anxiety. Prior to getting my current job, I did nothing because my anxiety and panic were so so so so so so sooo bad. I’m not one of those people who just had it easier. I’m not one of those people who had a good head about it.
Everyday it felt like I was fighting for my life and toward the end, I decided I should start making plans to end my life because I truly did not think I would ever be okay again. I began to fight with people I love so it would make it easier on them. I stopped texting my friends back and stopped reaching out.
Then one day, while I was laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling as my heart pounded, I asked myself the same question that always popped up when I was having a panic attack. “Why can’t I be like everyone else?”
For some reason, it hit me then. That I could be.
I’ve read like, ten books- watched a hundred YouTube videos and attended therapy online and everything you can possibly think of to get better.
But realizing how much I was feeding my anxiety is what really got me. The reason I couldn’t be like everyone else is because when I had an attack, even when I tried to ignore it, I was still only making it worse for myself.
I decided that I would apply for a job that would be incredibly hard for me bc of my anxiety.
Sales. Talking to people gave me so much anxiety it was insane. Then I thought “what would be the hardest thing to sell?” And for me, that was cars. Because I know literally nothing about cars.
So I applied for a car sales job and you’ll never believe it….
Not only did I sell more cars in my first month than anyone has ever seen at that dealership before, but I also continue to excel. The owner has come and publicly praised my work. I made more money in that first month than I had made in YEARS.
I didn’t even realize my anxiety was gone until today.
Not that it’s gone gone. It’s just that now when I get anxiety, I work. I mean, this place keeps me SO busy. I only get one day a week off because I have thrown myself into my work and I genuinely love it. I do get stressed but not in the way where I feel like I’m dying.
It’s exciting to do what I do. It’s fun talking to people and learning so much. In some ways, it’s more relaxing than your average job because the responsibility is up to you.
I’m still pretty foggy in the head but I’m going to start working on my diet and see if that will help in any way.
My point here is- it absolutely does get better. And when they say to distract yourself, distract yourself with something that’ll really challenge you. Not just please or relax you but something that will make your brain work hard to figure something out. Do the hardest thing you can think of and be great at it.