Hey everyone, I’m a new rider and hopefully the motorcycle family can address the issue over the internet!
So I got the bike and I was riding it as normal I noticed the tachometer stopped working.. I pulled into an empty parking lot and turned it off, I tried turning it on and nothing, no response… The only way to start the bike is by run jumping it, I have got a brand new battery, new terminals. I was thinking it’s the stator, or rectifier, I noticed the lights flickering a little bit as well, but the odometer decides when to work and then while riding nothing, does anyone have any advice or a good video I can use to figure out if mine is going out I’m a first time rider and this is my first bike, please be kind as I do not know what I’m doing!

Hi Reddit. I've posted on here before, got some interesting people messaging me in the past so figured why not try again.
Looking for new friends, particularly people who can hold deep conversations but also want to have fun. People who want to talk consistently and spill the T :P
Anyway, a bit about me. I'm in my 30s, live out here in Arizona. I'm a member of the LGBT community (trans woman) and have a lot of interests. Mostly outdooring and video games lol. But also read a lot. Learning how to draw (even though I suck at it) and getting more into fashion (kinda useful in my transition).
My favorite settings are either in my room playing video games, a library, a really nice park or a chill gay bar downtown.
I got a wonderful Chihuahua Pinscher mutt with a big heart. And he likes to kiss....sometimes way too much. He's adorable though so I let him slide.
I'm INFP for anyone who cares about MBTI.
There's plenty more to me but I've probably rambled long enough. If I seem interesting enough hit me up :)

I’m a new grad LPN who went PRN at the hospital I’m working at to work Full time in a nursing home. I will only be there until the end of August because I am starting my RN bridge program. I generally hate nursing homes because of the people who work there. I’ve never had a good experience in terms of bullying and terrible treatment. But my hospital job does not pay well and I need to make and save money for school and this place was paying the most.
The job is ok. Nothing terrible. But the nurses I have to deal with on day shift are all insane and questionable individuals. I can deal with 2 of them because they are easy to ignore. But one in particular has really been bothering me and I don’t know how to deal with it to save my own sanity. I’ve known her in passing for years since I was a CNA at this same place. But she found out that I’m going back for my RN through gossip and I believe that’s why she’s been acting this way. And she always comes to work 30 minutes late so I always leave at least 45 minutes late. On my first day meeting her again there was no warm greeting, only a Hello and then my name.
At one point she went on a tirade about why she’ll never go back for her RN and how being one is pointless and stupid and such a bad idea. And she went on and on for quite a while about it. She was telling this all to someone else completely unprovoked. The conversation had nothing to do with but she she just brought it right up out of nowhere and was looking at me the entire time. And she was so worked up. I thought it was strange but I wasn’t bothered by it. But every time I give her report she always does the same things. She ALWAYS walks away from me as I’m giving report and she’s never actually doing anything. She just walks away pretending to do random things and tells me she’s still listening which means I have to talk louder. But I never get a full sentence out. She ALWAYS cuts me of as I’m trying to tell her things about the patients to have a conversation with the other nurse or one of the CNAs and make sly jokes. I never get to give a full report because she never lets me finish it. At one point I was trying to tell her that I redressed a patient’s wound, but she cut me off to start laughing and talking to a CNA.
She and this same CNA also mocked me and the way that I talk and make faces at each other making fun of me when they think I don’t notice. She also belittles and talks down to me as if I’m a child or stupid. It’s so bad. I don’t know how to approach this because there are people all around us and they are all her friends and I don’t want any trouble. I feel like I have to just sit and let them make fun of me and intimidate me. I’m also on the autism spectrum so a lot of things I don’t pick up on right away and by the time realize it, it’s too late. And I am not good with confrontation or recognizing certain things in the moment that they happen. I’m always so nice to her and to everyone else and I just feel like they think I’m stupid. Or maybe they are just intimidated that I want to advance farther than them just want me to believe I am. I don’t know.

About 2.5 years ago I started to have really bad stomach issues. I noticed every time I ate dairy my stomach would hurt and when I would drink carbonation I would immediate hiccup after one sip and get extremely bloated. I went to my first GI doctor who said to cut out all dairy. That did help for a bit but then I started noticing reflux symptoms. It was constant every day. I call them my bubbles and I would feel it every day no matter what I ate or drank and there was never any relief. I could feel it literally come from my stomach up my esophagus and hit my throat but no burning whatsoever. I went back to the GI and they said to cut out dairy, carbonation, caffeine, and alcohol. During this appointment i believe is when I mentioned I’ve never burped before. It had always just been a fun fact I would tell people and no one would believe me growing up. That was dismissed. I was then put on omeprazole which really didn’t do anything and scheduled for an Upper Endoscopy. During that they found nothing but told me just to continue the omeprazole and when I said it wasn’t working I was told to go buy some Pepcid. I was livid so I immediately dropped that doctor and found another GI and started the whole process over again. I mentioned to this GI that I have never burped before but that was also just a fact that was glossed over. This GI seemed to think it was a sensory issue and put me on mirtazapine. Over the next two months of being on that I did semi notice a change in the very beginning of taking it but that progress stopped pretty quickly. Over two months I gained 20lbs on that medication and my mental health plummeted. I went back and was told basically to cold turkey the mirtazapine and start nortryptaline. I took a half dose for one night and I felt like I just got out of a swimming pool for two days. Extreme sweating. After that I wasn’t on anything and this just kept going downhill. I was extremely depressed and felt like there was no hope for figuring out what this was. I found a therapist and Phychiatrist to help regulate my mental health again after being put on and ripped off so many medications. I then decided to take things into my own hands. I had researched RCPD because I truly felt that described exactly what I was going through. I booked an appointment for an ENT and wrote the disorder down on my chart. The doctor came in and she was my lifesaver! She had never heard of the disorder and actually admitted she had to google it before coming in but she had already called another specialist and read him my chart and he told her to send me his way because he agreed with my diagnosis! Two days later I was in Dr. Bradley’s office and he ran through everything with me and started the process of getting me scheduled for the Botox procedure. Now I am 5 days post op and my life is completely changed! I started micro burping and a few big burps the day after the procedure! I no longer feel sick or bloated every day. I used to puke after one alcoholic drink and now I am trying to figure out what my tolerance actually is because I feel totally “normal” when drinking. I no longer have to air vomit every time I drink or even times I’m not drinking and the bubbles were bad to get relief. It has been crazy to realize this is what my body should actually feel like every day! I am so glad I took things into my own hands and got this done! I am already feeling like my old self before symptoms got bad! I can’t wait to continue to see the progress and get control over the burping but for now I’m just enjoying the feeling of relief and my friends have found it entertaining! No one could believe I’d never burped before and now that I am I have to find a new never have I ever fact haha!
I am also so glad I found this subreddit! Finding people who truly understand what I’ve been going through and relating to all these posts knowing I’m not alone has been so great!

Hi! For anonymous purposes, I’m just going to say my name is Andy. I’m (22M) and I got my heart broken for the first time last year. Also for anonymous purposes, her name will be Veronica. She was (28F) and we had met at a concert. We started talking, and at the end of the concert we got each others Instagram. After that night we started texting each other everyday for about 2 weeks. Within those 2 weeks we were calling , always talking. We finally decided on a random night to meet up at a park, and it was great. I immediately had a connection, and we did kiss on the first date. After that we began talking more than usual, and we had went out on a second date.
Towards the end of the second date, we went into the back of her car and started making out, but nothing beyond just sucking her bonkers. Once we were done we started talking more, and made it exclusive to make this work out. We were never together, but we liked each other a lot (from what I felt). We went on a third date to watch the new spiderverse movie, and after we went on her street, parked, and then we did everything except for actually doing the deed. After everything we were just chilling in the back, and we were joking around. I slipped up and accidentally said I loved her. Now I know what y’all are thinking. But I’m extremely used to telling my friends that I love them because that’s just our relationship with each other. I also didn’t say it in a romantic way. But it was still my fault. I panicked and she realized that I didn’t mean it that way. So she said it was okay and that she knew I didn’t mean it like that.
After the night I went home happy. Now before I get onto the next part of what happened. She had gotten out of a 8 year relationship 8 months ago during the time that we were going out (I know, big mistake, found that out the hard way). She also constantly kept telling me she likes me a lot and basically kept assuring me throughout the whole time that she wanted this to work with me and be with me at some point. I’ve also never had a serious relationship before and she was okay with that.
So going on to the next part of this. She had went out to Disneyland with her family for the week as a vacation since they are from San Diego, and she lives here in LA. Her texts started being weird, and kinda seemed she was drifting away from our flirtatious texts and so forth. I assumed she was just busy. That weekend we saw each other, and out of nowhere said that she doesn’t think she can do it anymore. She brought up how I scared her and so forth. But she never even talked to me about how she felt throughout that week. As I kept trying to tell her that we can make it work and so forth, she kept trying to say things on why it wouldn’t work due to minor differences that didn’t affect anything that had to do with us dating. We then sat down, tried to play uno, but my heart was already shattered. I don’t know how I kept my composure on not crying. But I was obviously in distress. After I brought everything up again, and she told me that she was sorry and can’t do it anymore. She seemed like she felt really bad but I don’t know. We left and I was in pieces up until now.
For the last 8 months that she hurt me I used alcohol and weed as a way to cope. I was somewhat a little stocky, and then I turned fat. I’m depressed. It was my first time a girl really seemed she wanted to work things out with me, and accept the weirdo that I am lol. Also before I move onto the next part of this, I forgot to mention I’m a metal musician. I’m not well known but I can confidently say that I’m good at what I do. I sing and scream for a band, and for my solo project. But this also kinda ties into this next part. A month goes by, I texted her, and she said how she hasn’t been alone for 8 years, and how she can finally work on herself and blah blah blah. Another month goes by she dates another dude who’s a musician. I was devastated. So that led me into a deeper hole. Another 2 months go by and they unfollow each other, and she deactivated her instagram. A few weeks go by, she’s back on Instagram, posts a photo of herself on Instagram stories, and next thing you know it, she’s dating another guy who happens to be another singer, who has 40k monthly listeners on Spotify, and millions of streams on his music. This was this past January/February.
Now leading up to today, they are still talking. I finally unfollowed her cause she did first. But knowing this made me feel played, and makes me feel worthless. This is my first actual heartbreak, and I finally stopped smoking and drinking as much. I started to go to the gym again, and all of these feelings are coming back again. Except the emotions are hitting me harder. It’s basically been a year, and I still can’t get over her. I’ve actively tried dating a couple times after, but it wasn’t exciting anymore, the girls I went out with had boring and unambitious personalities. I’ve also went to a metal show recently, and I can’t go up to a girl anymore and ask for her number because of how traumatized I am, and I remember the hurt I went through. Even through all of this, she never texted or contacted me once. All she did the next day was text me thank you about introducing her to a band. And then left me on delivered with my response. She messed me up bad, and I don’t know how to let go, heal more, and actually try to be happy again. I’m lost, and it makes me have anger towards her but also still have a lot of sorrow left. I need advice. I wish I was over her, but I can’t stop thinking about her.

Hey everyone. I have a question I'm hoping someone can help me with. I posted this on the Discord, but there always seems to be so many people posting there, that getting help can sometimes not always happen.
I play Dreamlight Valley with my girlfriend, and for a while now she has had what I like to call a "running glitch." Basically the best way II can describe it is she will press her W key to run forward, and after she stops pressing the button, the avatar continues to run without it being pressed.
Is there any ideas on how to fix this glitch at all? Graphics and everything are set pretty low, and to my knowledge she does not have "Click to move" on at all. I don't know if turning that on and having her click to move instead of using WASD would work? I'm open to tips, and ideas. She plans on getting a new laptop with more RAM at some point as well, in case someone suggests having more RAM.
From what she's told me the running glitch randomly started happening after one of the updates. It did not used to do this, it just randomly started happening after one of the early updates when the game was still had BETA players.

I had a company replace all of my windows and doors with hurricane impact resistant replacements. The project was mismanaged, they forgot to file the permit which delayed the project by 8 weeks, a large number of the windows and doors had cosmetic damage to the frame ranging from mild to severe.
I made a punchlist and they did come out and fix most of the issues (mainly by warranty replacement). Once the last cosmetic defect was fixed I paid the final deposit and signed the contractor release form. The work passed all city inspections and the permit was finalized.
Fast forward to this past weekend: I was repairing some drywall around the new sliding glass door frames when I noticed that the drywall appeared to be wedged at an angle causing the corner bead to pop off. Upon further investigation I noticed that the drywall extended behind the frame of the sliding glass door, and that there was approx a 1.25" gap between the edge of the frame and the wood buck.
Florida Building Code is very clear, wood bucks must extend to the edge of the frame of the doowindow.

Unless otherwise tested, bucks shall extend beyond the interior face of the window or door frame such that full support of the frame is provided. Anchors shall adequately transfer load from the window or door frame into the rough opening substrate [see Figures R609.7.2(1) and R6097.2(2)].

The gap appears to be an improper installation per building code, I think they used a 1x4 instead of a 1x6 in this spot for some reason. The building department doesn't actually verify that each and every buck was properly replaced, they rely on the contractor to sign an Affidavit that they did properly replace the window bucks along with photo evidence.
The remedy would probably involve completely removing the frame, installing new wider bucks, redrilling new holes and remounting the door frame.
How far should I pursue a remedy from the contractor on this? Do I take it all the way to litigation? Do I cut my losses and get a different contractor to fix it? I get the feeling the company is pretty sick of me, but I just want properly installed undamaged windows and doors

After following the dev blogs over the last two or so years, I've noticed that they're adding more ways to secure perishable goods later into the apocalypse. They're reworking how farming and fishing work, and also adding hunting and animal husbandry. With all these options for food, including the mountains of non-perishable goods you find in just about every home, regardless of how many weeks or months you've survived, it almost seems too easy and not one of those things you'll need to have at the front of your mind 24/7, unless the 'Looted Houses' feature they showed off in their October 2023 dev blog is actually a much more prominent feature than they're letting on. It's possible that the chance to encounter these looted houses or stores ramps up over the course of your character's life. If you haven't previously been to an area on the map, the likelihood that a band of survivors came through already drastically increases, depending on how far you are into the outbreak. The way they describe it in the dev blog is, 'we will be including a random chance for homes, stores, and businesses to have been looted – with items strewn over the floor, general detritus and litter, and sometimes graffiti on the walls too.' But I have a suspicion it'll become less random as time goes on, forcing you to use the other mechanics in the game that they've been working so hard on or forcing you to explore new areas in the hope that they haven't been ransacked yet. I personally think this would be a fantastic addition to the game and would make for a much more interesting late game.
Link to the looted houses demo if anyone reading is interested: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dhQjx_z9v8

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Just because you’re transported to another world, doesn’t mean you’ll escape from your pain.
Abused by her parents, thirteen-year-old Frances only wants to be safe and for her life not to hurt so much. And when she and her class are transported to the magical world of Durannon to fight the monsters invading the human kingdoms and defeat the self-titled Demon King, Frances is presented with a golden opportunity. If she succeeds, Frances will have the home she never had. If she fails, Frances will be summoned back to the home she escaped.
Yet, despite her newfound magic and friends, Frances finds that trauma is not so easily lost. She is dogged by her abuse and its physical and invisible scars. Not only does she have to learn magic, she has to survive the nightmares of her past, and wrestle with her feelings of doubt and self-loathing.
If she can heal from her trauma, though, she might be able to defeat the Demon King and maybe, just maybe, she can find a home for herself.
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Ginger makes an offer to Lakadara. The rest of Telkandra's remaining brood discuss the fate of their allies.
“Not good?” Sara asked as Helias strode into the tent and made his way straight to the bottle of wine.
“Not good,” Helias muttered.
Sara nodded woodenly. “Privacy spell?
The tauroll waved his sheathed Fangroar and after pouring himself and his wife a drink, sat down. “We’re safe. Oh Galena, this is really not good.”
“How dead are we?” Sara asked, her tone light.
“We’re not dead. We’re just in a lot of danger and even if we somehow force the humans to retreat, we’ve lost this war,” said Helias.
“Explain.”
Helias drank deep, noting that Sara was also drinking deep as well. “Thorgoth is going after the humans. That part of the plan is as good as it gets. We’ll be attacking them, and using the dragons, whilst our forces hold off Titania. Our objectives are also well-chosen.” Helias buried his head into his hands and let out a deep groan. “But winning this doesn’t change anything.”
“If we can defeat the humans, why won’t that change anything?” Sara bit her lip. “Unless it renders us unable to beat Titania?”
“Yes. Even on the chance we beat the humans we won’t be able to invade them, we won’t be able to defeat Titania. We’d be at a stalemate and both armies would have to withdraw.” His hands dropping to the table, Helias stared at his wife. “And we don’t have any reserves left. We’re going to lose the war, even if Thorgoth lives.”
“If we defeat the humans—”
The general shook his head. “By defeat, I mean we’ll hurt them but we can’t prevent them from withdrawing. We might kill a few of their leaders, their important mages and Otherworlders, but they will still have soldiers. After coming so close, they won’t surrender. They’ll keep attacking until they kill enough of Thorgoth and Berengaria’s supporters that nobody will help them, or until both of them die.”
“Alright so, what do we do?” Sara asked. Helias looked at his wife, noting how still she sat. Her wings were clamped tight to her back and her lips were drawn tight.
“Sara, I don’t have good answers.”
Sara steepled her trembling fingers as best she could. “They’re going to be better than mine. I don’t know anything about war.”
“Right. Well, you need to surrender to the humans if you are captured. Present yourself as a non-combatant. Cry, scream, anything to declare that you don’t mean any harm,” Helias said.
“Why not Titania?” Sara asked.
“She has every incentive to kill you off and far less compunction about doing so. Killing our family off would allow her to have more land to give away to her loyalists. In contrast, the humans have Erlenberg troops fighting with them along with those of the Lightning Battalion. They’re going to be far more friendly to Alavari civilians,” Helias said.
Soft hands, grabbed onto Helias’s waist with a surprisingly firm grip. “What about you? I can get away, but how are you going to survive this?”
“I don’t know. I—”
“Don’t you dare! Our daughter needs her father and I need my husband!”
The general stared at his wife. “Sara, I can’t surrender to the humans if we win. They want me dead.”
Sara refilled Helias’s glass. “Then you need to help Thorgoth defeat them.”
“Then what? We’re never winning this war. Thorgoth is going to be invaded and—”
Cutting him off with the clink of her goblet against the table, Sara hissed, “And what? Why think that far? We can plan for that after this battle, so long as you are still here and with me.”
Letting out a breath Helias pushed his hair back and allowed himself a sigh. Reaching across the table, he took his wife’s hand.
“Sara, you’re right, but you know you can escape this if Thorgoth is defeated.”
The harorc placed her other hand on top of his. “We’re partners. I need you. We need you. So promise me that you’ll do your damndest to live.”
Helias closed his eyes and nodded. “I promise. First things first, before we turn in we need to talk to the dragons.”
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Fennokra stalked slowly toward the camp. This wasn’t the collapsed side-passage where she and Yolandra had some privacy. This was the main camp where Thorgoth and their army were preparing for what had to be the final battle.
It was also where her siblings were swallowing the last of what seemed to be a side of salted pork.
“Velkandra, Makentra, we need to talk.”
Their second-eldest sister licked her lips, her neck rising to Fennokra’s level. “I am assuming you mean in private?”
“Of course.” Fennokra could see Velkandra’s haunches tensing to raise herself higher. Her sister was trying to look down on her. Allowing her head to dip, she held her height.
“Alright.” Velkandra flicked her tail and Makentra, licking his lips, followed them.
Since their enemies had set up their siege camp behind them, the Alavari camp had been reduced in size. Still, there was the alcove of the collapsed tunnel. Whilst couriers and soldiers crossed across this natural cavern to the defenses on the other side, they kept a good distance away.
Yolandra was waiting for them, scratching something into the cave wall. Fennokra let out a rumble in her throat and her sister turned from the wall suddenly, shaking her head.
“Velkandra, Mankentra—”
Velkandra puffed a cloud of smoke out. “What’s this all about?” she hissed, lips drawn back to show teeth.
Fennokra took a step away from her sister to take Yolandra’s side, her eyes narrowed. “Are you joking? Do you not think we should at least discuss what is going on?”
“And what would be the point? It is a bit late to be having this discussion. The course of the winds have been chosen,” said Velkandra.
Yolandra rose to her full height on her four legs, but even so she was still shorter than the silent Makendra. “The winds can be fickle, Velkandra, and where we are is proof.”
Velkandra pursed her lips, eyes for the first time, looking toward the ground. “The survival of our family is tied to that of Thorgoth. To abandon him would be death by the hand of the Stormcaller and her allies or by his hand.”
“Besides, if we were to abandon Thorgoth’s cause, that would be dishonorable. We promised to assist him,” said Makendra.
Fennokra blinked at her brother’s tone. It was quiet and yet there was a touch of a deep growl to his voice. His claws were ever so slightly digging into the ground.
“We are dragons. We can think and make decisions for ourselves. We are allowed to consider other options, are we not?” Fennokra asked.
Velkandra’s tail flicked violently side to side as her neck turned to her younger sibling. “Then why does it sound as if you wish to follow in the wingbeats of our elder sister?”
“Who we killed. I was there. I lost a claw striking her down!” Fennokra raised one clawed hand, flexing the remaining digits.
“On that, why did we have to kill Lakadara?”
All golden eyes fixed on Yolandra, who held the gaze of her siblings with a contemptuous scowl.
“Lakadara betrayed us,” said Velkandra, almost growling.
“I’ve been thinking over what happened. Lakadara said nothing about betraying our mother. She merely was questioning if Thorgoth was trustworthy,” Yolandra said.
A scowl flaring his nostrils, Makentra growled. “He fed us, trained us in how the humans and their allies fought. Hid us from their eyes—”
“And now Caldra is dead!” Yolandra exclaimed.
“Which is why we must kill the Stormcaller and her friends! So we can avenge him and our mother!” Velkandra almost completely unfurled her wings. Only the tips slapping the stone forced her to pull them back.
“Then what?” Yolandra asked.
Velkandra frowned. “Then what? We’d have our revenge—”
Yolandra’s tail cracked against the ground. “Then what? You all must have heard of what Thorgoth is capable of. What he’s done to others.”
Makentra rolled his eyes. “Sara’s story is just a story. She might have been just trying to turn you.”
“She was honest and she is not the only tale I’ve heard. You must have heard rumors of what Thorgoth did to his own son, Teutobal,” said Fennokra.
“Propaganda,” Velkandra hissed through her gritted teeth, while smoke wafted through the gaps. “In any case, we have no other option. We fight or we die.”
Fennokra, her claws grinding against the floor, had had enough.
“Velkandra, Makentra, have you ever considered that Thorgoth is perhaps using us for his own goals? We have not even considered what he might do to us after we’ve destroyed the humans and their allies. How do we know the Stormcaller and her allies might treat us better? Besides in the first place, she never intended to kill our mother—”
Fennokra blinked. She was flying backwards, something hard was bearing her into the wall. Dizzy as if struck by one of the Stormcaller’s spells, she realized that the force was the foreclaws of her elder sister. Mad rage lit those golden eyes that were the exact same shade as hers. Horrified, Fennokra tried to throw Velkandra off, but her sister was larger and heavier than her.
“Say that again. I dare you to say that again—ARGH!”
Velkandra rolled off, forced off of Fennokra by the Yolandra shoving into her side. As the elder dragon recovered, the smallest of Telkandra’s brood hissed, “It’s the truth! You are a fool to deny it!”
An ugly sneer on her lips, wings quivering with fury, Velkandra snorted. “The truth? Oh right so we are speaking the truth then. Well here’s the truth. Our kind is doomed!”
Makentra blinked. “Sister?”
“Of course Thorgoth is going to get rid of us or try to after this campaign. He has to, but right now he needs us and that’s what we need to rely on until we gain more strength. Of course, whether he wins or the Stormcaller’s allies win, how can we expect to survive in a world dominated by these lesser species hm? How could they ever not see us as a threat?”
Velkandra stalked toward the wide-eyed Fennokra and Yoandra. Her head turned side to side as she fixed her sisters with wild wide eyes.
“Well? Tell me Fennokra. Speak the truth Yolandra. Or are you both too afraid to admit that our kind are doomed and the only thing is to live as long as we can and hopefully avenge those that hurt us as we do so.”
“You’d have us fly to our deaths?” Makentra asked.
The stammering voice brought Velkandra around. Extending a wing, she touched its tip to her brother’s. “I would at least have us fly together.”
Fennokra shook her head. “We’d knowingly fly with a murderer of children and someone who would want to kill us after we’ve stopped being helpful to him.”
“And we have no other options,” said Makentra. Letting out a breath, he rose to his claws and walked away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sisters.”
Velkandra, without another word, turned for the exit. “You know it’s true, Fennokra, Yolandra.”
Fennokra closed her eyes. Yolandra, though, narrowed hers. “Doesn’t change that Lakadra’s blood is on our claws.”
Velkandra flinched and left. She strode away so quickly she nearly stepped on Helias and Sara as they came to the cave. She gave the pair no acknowledgement other than a growl.
“See you tomorrow, General,” said Makentra, his tone curt. “We will talk to King Thorgoth ourselves for the plan’s details.”
“Of course,” said Helias. He bowed as the pair left before turning to Yolandra and Fennokra. “I believe we missed something important?”
“Be honest, General Helias. Even if we succeed tomorrow, your king has no use for us after we help him kill the Stormcaller, am I correct?” Fennokra asked.
Sara and Helias didn’t say anything. Their slight move to stand closer so they could hold hands was enough.
“I thought so,” said Fennokra. She let out a sigh and glanced at Yolandra, who nodded. “We will be on the battlefield tomorrow. Where are we going?”
“You’re going with me. We’re attacking the forces sallying from Kairon-Aoun. The plan is that you dragons breathe flame over their army to soften them before we attack.
“Understood. Any questions Fennokra?” Yolandra asked.
Fennokra shook her head. What could be asked anyway?”
Yolandra flashed the pair a joyless smile. “For what it is worth, you two have been good caretakers to us. Even if it was to preserve your own lives.”
Helias didn’t bow. Instead he extended a hand. Yolandra stared at him, but Fennokra, recognizing the gesture, extended a single talon.
“May you always be able to see the sun.” At the dragon’s blink, Helias smiled. “It’s an Alavari saying. It may come from when we used to be enslaved by the Goblin Empire. It means good luck.”
Yolandra nodded and Fennokra found herself smiling.
“Our mother taught us a saying as well. May you never fly alone. I wish that for you both,” said Fennokra.
“Thank you,” said Sara in a quiet voice. She curtsied and the two dragons dipped their heads. They watched Helias and Sara leave with placid smiles.
Then, when nobody was looking, they turned from the entrance to hide their bulks as best they could. The gloomy light of the alcove their only curtain of privacy.
***
Frances slowed slightly as they approached Lakadara’s enclosure. However, Ginger did not slow down.
“Hold on, Ginger, what’s the plan?” Frances asked.
Adjusting her new crown mid-stride, Ginger said, “I’ll show you. I’m certain it’ll work, though.”
Frances’ eyebrows rose. “Is that crown getting to your head already?”
The new Queen of Erisdale flashed a slightly nervous grin over her shoulder. “Yes actually, but I think that’s a good thing in some way. Don’t you?”
Frances found herself nodding. It was strange to see her friend even more confident than usual and so comfortable in the regal crown that she wore atop of a standard Lightning Battalion light blue uniform. Yet she rather enjoyed the new gait that Ginger had.
“I do.” Frances smirked. “Your Majesty.”
Ginger rolled her eyes. “Fuck you.”
Giggling, Frances stopped herself as they drew even closer to Lakadara. The dragon was drawing herself up, placing her massive foreclaws over each other.
“Lakadara. I am Ginger, the new Queen of Erisdale. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
The dragon coughed, blowing out a puff of smoke. “Greetings Ginger, Queen of Erisdale. I’m sorry for your predecessor’s demise.” Lakadara’s golden eyes narrowed. “Why are you here?”
Ginger dipped her head. “Thank you and as to why I’m here. I have a proposition. If you accept it, I will grant you and your kin, the domain of the Erisdalian mountains marked by the Kwent River Valley, Freeburg and Athelda-Aoun as your home in perpetuity, so long as you do not attack humans unless in self-defense.”
“I am unfamiliar with human geography. From the Stormcaller’s expression, I assume that is a lot.”
Frances swallowed and closed her mouth, but she didn’t question her friend. Ginger, still smiling slyly, nudged her. “It is. Frances, can you lend me a hand here?”
Nodding, Frances closed her eyes and imagined a rough map of Erisdale and its territories. With a wave of Ivy’s Sting she created an image of Erisdale, highlighting in red the expanse of the mountains that bordered Alavaria and Erisdale. The area that Ginger had described sketched a rough red triangle between the three points. It was a fairly sizeable area with a low and Alavari human population.
“My husband is in negotiations with Queen Titania and I’ll have to talk to Frances and Prince Timur, but we are quite certain that Athelda-Aoun will also be included in this area,” Ginger said.
Lakadara’s golden eyes were flickering as she examined the land. Suddenly, she turned, long neck arching toward the Erisdalian Queen. “And what must I do? Fight on your kingdom’s behalf?”
Ginger shook her head. “No.”
“No?”
“Nope. If you would like to do so we can renegotiate the agreement, but my husband and I fully intend to grant you this land.”
The dragon’s tail lifted up as her eyes narrowed. “Explain yourself and the favor you seek. This is far too generous.”
“Let me explain myself first. If what I’m told by my experts is correct, you can lay eggs by yourself without a mate, but it takes time right? A few decades?”
“Yes. Still, that doesn’t explain—”
“Here me out. This war is going to end. We may lose, but if we win, banishing you to the north is making you Queen Titania’s problem and she’ll have more than enough problems to deal with. You might just end up coming south again and we know how that ended. I’d prefer to avoid that so that means we need to make an agreement. You need a new home and I need peace for Erisdale. If the kingdom has to give up some poor agricultural land then I’m all for it.”
The dragon nodded. “I see, but why so much land? Why not just give me a cave? Or request my service as Thorgoth did?”
“And how will you eat? Hunt? Where will your grown children go? I’m making an agreement that will last for decades, not just a few years. As for service? I was tempted, but you wouldn’t agree to that anyway and why should you? We haven’t given you any reason to agree.” Ginger gave Frances a wave to dispel the map. “Maybe in the future we can work something out, especially if the dragon population increases. Your service in return for more food, but again, I want to start us off on the right path, not the left path.”
“Left path?” Lakadara asked.
“Erisdalian expression. It means the wrong path,” Frances said helpfully.
Lakadara nodded slowly. “You still ask for a boon, though.”
Ginger nodded. “Yes. I want you to speak to your siblings. Before the upcoming battle starts, tell them of my deal with you. So long as they choose to accept that deal and defect, then I will have it so our forces will not hurt them. After that, you may leave. I will not request you to fight with us.”
“You want me to show myself to Thorgoth? To the siblings that tried to kill me?” Lakadara asked, mouth agape.
Ginger stepped closer to the dragon, who lifted her head away from the queen. “I want you to save your siblings. I want you to save yourself from becoming the last purple dragon in existence. I would rather you not be alone, stewing in hatred for my kingdom and our allies who brought down your family, even if we had just cause. I want peace. What do you want?”
“How do I know I can trust you?” The dragon suddenly grimaced. “Ah, right, you want a lasting peace. You have every reason to want peace.”
Ginger, arms crossed tapped her foot. Frances could see how stiff her friend was, but the action was also comforting. That her magic-less friend had such control over the situation, despite being faced with the dragon was rather…badass.
Letting out a puff of smoke that slowly drifted into the cavern, the dragon pondered the queen’s proposal. Frances held her breath and yet the dragon remained silent, only her tail moving from side to side.
Ginger waited, still content to wait for the dragon’s answer. Frances couldn’t. The tension coiled in her chest, waiting to explode.
“Lakadara, what do you want for your future?” Frances asked.
The dragon glanced at Frances, golden eyes wide. She turned back to Ginger, who continued to stand tall, awaiting Lakadara’s answer patiently.
“I accept your offer, and your promise for the future,” said Lakadara, dipping her head.
“We are glad that you wish the same as we do,” said Ginger. She extended her hand and Lakadara, took her claw and put the tip of it on the queen’s palm.
*Author’s Note: Queenly Ginger was really neat to write 😀 *

me (F) and my 2nd best friend (F) call her Alice, have been friends for about 4 years. We are super close and understand each other on so many levels. She told me her story and that used to cut herself. I have scars as well but she thinks they are old like hers. They aren’t, I just heal fast but I stopped cutting where they are visible too. I recently started talking to a girl call her lizzy, and we became close but not as close as Alice. Her and Alice started talking. They both began Ingoring me. It countined to happend so I started cutting myself more because I felt lonely and my best friend (m) found new friends are stopped calling. Then a month ago I was playing with fire and wax and accidentally burnt myself. It hurt really bad and left a bad scar. I liked the way it hurt me and hurt more than cutting so I did it a little too much. Recently me and Alice had a sleepover and she saw all the burn marks on my back, legs, shoulders, and stomach. I didnt know what to say or do, so I left. That’s it for now but slicened everyone because I’m scared and embarrassed

Okay so: I’m a fan of the series don’t get me wrong. I love the new movie- saw it in theater and just kept me at the edge of my seat the whole way through. It kinda made me understand why George Miller hated the game since Dementus is referenced ad the previous owner of Hope in game. However the 2015 is atleast referenced twice with Scrotus, one of Immortan Joe’s Son’s, who actually takes onnthe appearance of fucking JEET from the games? The first stronghold leader you meet. Not to mention, possibly the canonization of CHUMBUCKET. That scene where Furiosa demands a car to f find Dementus during the Wasteland War, that dude decorated in car parts and instrument gauges acted like chum. Hell I was expecting him to call the makeshift car his magnum opus lmao. It fits within the general canon and I don’t see the harm in having him be canon in the series at the very least.

Exploring C# Type System Nuances

In the world of C#, types play a pivotal role in defining the structure and behavior of data. Among these types, the distinction between 'String' and 'string' often becomes a topic of subtle yet significant discussion. This difference, while appearing minimal at first glance, underpins deeper insights into the language's type system and its interplay with .NET framework. The exploration of these two identifiers is not just about syntax but touches upon the foundational aspects of C# programming, including type safety, code readability, and the underlying system types.
The intricacies of 'String' and 'string' in C# serve as a gateway to understanding the language's handling of primitive types versus reference types. This distinction also sheds light on the broader theme of how C# maintains compatibility with .NET's Common Language Runtime (CLR), ensuring that the language is both powerful and flexible. By delving into this topic, developers can gain insights into the nuances of C# programming, leading to more robust and maintainable code. The following discussion aims to demystify the nuances between 'String' and 'string', providing clarity and enhancing the developer's toolkit for effective coding in C#.

Command	Description
String (with uppercase S)	Refers to the .NET Framework class System.String. It is a reference type that represents a sequence of characters.
string (with lowercase s)	Is the C# keyword alias for System.String. It is compiled into System.String in IL, making it interchangeable with String.

Exploring the Nuances of String Handling in C

In the realm of C#, understanding the difference between String and string is pivotal for developers, especially when delving into the nuances of type handling and assignment. At its core, the distinction lies in the representation and usage within the C# programming language. The 'String' (with an uppercase 'S') refers to the .NET Framework class System.String. This class is a part of the system namespace which provides a plethora of methods for manipulating strings of characters. As a reference type, it is capable of representing null, indicating the absence of a string. On the other hand, 'string' (with a lowercase 's') is a keyword in C# that acts as an alias to System.String. This syntactic sugar is designed to simplify code writing, making it more readable and concise.
The interchangeable use of String and string might suggest a purely stylistic choice at first glance. However, the decision between them can have implications on code consistency and readability. The C# convention recommends using 'string' when referring to an object or a data type and 'String' when accessing static members of the System.String class. This distinction, while subtle, aligns with the broader C# coding guidelines that advocate for clarity and precision in code. Understanding these conventions is essential for writing clean, maintainable C# code that adheres to best practices and leverages the powerful features of the .NET Framework to manipulate and manage strings efficiently.

Understanding String vs. string in C

C# Code Example

using System; class Program { static void Main(string[] args) { String str1 = "Hello World!"; string str2 = "Hello World!"; if (str1 == str2) { Console.WriteLine("str1 and str2 are equal."); } else { Console.WriteLine("str1 and str2 are not equal."); } } } 

Exploring String Types in C

In C#, the distinction between String (capital S) and string (lowercase s) might seem minor but carries significant implications for developers. Both String and string are used to represent text as a series of characters. However, their usage can reflect different programming practices and understandings of the language. String, with an uppercase 'S', refers to the .NET Framework class System.String. This class provides a range of methods for manipulating strings of text, such as comparing, searching, and formatting strings. When developers use String, they are directly invoking the capabilities of this class.
On the other hand, string (with a lowercase 's') is an alias in C# for System.String. Essentially, it is a shorthand provided by C# to make code more concise and readable. The compiler treats both String and string the same way, which means there is no performance difference between them. The choice between using String and string often comes down to coding standards and personal preference. Some developers prefer using String to make it explicitly clear that they are working with a .NET Framework class, while others opt for the lowercase string for its brevity and because it aligns with the lowercase types like int, bool, etc., that are intrinsic to C#.

Frequently Asked Questions on String vs. string in C

1. Question: Is there any performance difference between String and string in C#?
2. Answer: No, there is no performance difference between String and string. Both are compiled to System.String in the Intermediate Language (IL).
3. Question: Can you use String methods with the lowercase string keyword?
4. Answer: Yes, since string is an alias for System.String, all the methods available with the String class can be used with string as well.
5. Question: Why would a developer choose String over string, or vice versa?
6. Answer: The choice often depends on coding standards or personal preference. Some prefer String for its explicit reference to the .NET Framework class, while others choose string for its simplicity and consistency with other C# intrinsic types.
7. Question: Is string a value type or a reference type in C#?
8. Answer: In C#, string is a reference type, even though it often behaves like a value type because it is immutable.
9. Question: How does C# handle the immutability of strings?
10. Answer: Strings in C# are immutable, meaning once a string object is created, it cannot be changed. Any operations that appear to modify a string actually create a new string object.
11. Question: Is it possible to initialize a string with a null value?
12. Answer: Yes, strings can be initialized with a null value. However, performing operations on a null string will result in a NullReferenceException.
13. Question: What is string interpolation in C#?
14. Answer: String interpolation is a feature in C# that allows you to embed variable values directly within string literals, making it easier to format and concatenate strings.
15. Question: Can string literals span multiple lines in C#?
16. Answer: Yes, with the introduction of verbatim strings (denoted by @ before the string literal), you can create multi-line strings without needing to use escape characters for new lines.
17. Question: How can you compare two strings for equality in C#?
18. Answer: You can use the == operator for a simple equality check or the String.Equals method for more control over the comparison, such as case sensitivity and culture-specific comparisons.

Wrapping Up the String Discussion

The nuances between String and string in C# may appear subtle, yet they embody the depth and flexibility of the C# language. This examination underscores that while both represent sequences of characters, their usage is influenced by developer preference and context rather than technical distinction. String, as a .NET class, and string, as its C# alias, are interchangeable, offering the same performance and methods. The choice between them often boils down to readability, convention, and the intent to make code as clear as possible to other developers. Understanding these aspects is essential for writing effective C# code, as it not only affects how one interacts with strings but also reflects on broader coding practices. Embracing the dual nature of string representation in C# allows for a more nuanced approach to coding, where decisions are made with an understanding of both the language's syntax and its underlying framework. Ultimately, whether one prefers String or string, the key is consistent usage within a project to maintain code clarity and readability.
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So I went to this restaurant in New York called Fossetta and they have these amazing cast iron skillet pancakes that are thick, dense and almost cake like (still kind of fluffy) I can only find recipes for dutch babies, but they are not exactly what I am looking for. I’m trying to think of ways to modify pancake batter to achieve that consistency. Can anyone recommend a good ingredient ratio? Thank you!

In Plato's allegory, the prisoners were sure that they were experiencing real life. So even if you did "leave the cave" you'd have to wonder your whole life if you really woke up or if you were just inside a dream within another dream.
So if you left the cave what are some ways you'd check?
Also, is leaving the cave even the point? Take for instance the book/movie shutter Island. A character near the end is given the option to "leave the cave," and chooses not to and is seen as crazy. But part of the genius of the allegory is the idea of perception.
So imagine for a moment you're living your life right now, (In the cave) and your buddy goes and visits this new religion for a week and comes back to you raving about how his eyes are finally opened, he's found God and he's found the true meaning of life and he's now awake— he for all intents and purposes is enlightened. Would you join this new religion? I assume not. But what's the line in the sand between leaving the cave and being crazy?

It seems most of the new cars these days have pre-collision emergency braking systems built in where the braking system takes over your driving if the car thinks something is in the way, and that would include even a bird flying in the sky for some of these sensitive vehicles like Toyota. I have a new Toyota RAV and the pre-collision system has gone off putting me to a complete stop in the middle of the highway and busy roads for no reason. I am wanting to get a different car and I’d like to know which makes and models are best now whether new or fairly new where you either don’t have the pre-collision braking system in the car or it’s easy to disable it? I’m now renting a 2023 Hyundai Santa Fe and you can disable the built in emergency braking systems in these cars, which is fabulous so you don’t have to turn it off each time you get in the car, which can be very tedious.

In 1982, I and six buddies went bear hunting in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. We were staying at some cabins near Twin Lakes at the base of the Keweenaw Peninsula. When you hunt most critters you go out before dawn and sit until an hour or two after the sun comes up and late afternoon until dark. Most bigger game animals hunker down during daylight hours, so it doesn't pay to sit all day. This means you have a lot of time between hunts; this part of the UP has some remote areas; it is also where a lot of copper mining went on in the old days; the mines are all closed now and mostly full of water. There is a lot of big paper mill holdings there also that are still being logged so there are a lot of logging roads built by the paper mills, they are good enough roads for large double trailer logs truck filled with many tons of logs to travel on. One thng you learn quickly when you use these roads is to get the hell off the road when a truck is coming because they take up the whole raod and they don't even slow down for civilians becasue the mill owns the roads not the state or county and you are on their land, but as long as you don't get in the way they don't care. Most of the bridges across streams or rivers just constist of huge piles of large rocks with smaller gravel on top for for the road. These things look like dams but because of the large bottom rocks the water can flow through the "bridge" it's a pretty cool thing to see. We spent a lot of time driving on these logging roads exploring. On one particular day we went down a new road that lead to an actual state park at the bottom of Misery bay on Lake Superior. It's a park maintained by the state on paper mill property, there are several very rusitc camp sites at that park. We spent some time at the park and messing around on the beach. About noon we headed back down a different road, you see alot of small shacks that usually have smoke coming out of the chimneys, they are apparently used by the loggers. We eventually eneded up way out in the wilderness with no signs of logging or logging trucks, its usually like driving in a tunnel because the trees come together over the road. After a long while we came into a clear area and aronund a bend there was we came upon what we thought was a small town. The road basically went right down "main street" and as we drove through the the place it became apparent there were no people to be seen. We came to a building that was a kind of store so we stopped there. The "store" was completly empty, looking in the dusty windows you could see it had been empty for a long time. We walked around "main street" checking out the houses, a lot of them were in pretty good repair but they were completley deserted, dust on all the floors had been undisturbed for many years and ther were no signs of foot traffic anywhere. We eventually got back in the trucks and moved on we were all pretty intrigued by the town, we didn't go in any of the houses because it just looked like the owners might actually come back. The "main street" went up a pretty big hill, at the top of the hill was a large building that was obviously some kind of industrial use building covered in that old galvanized corrugated metal sheeting. We stopped that the building and found an openening in the siding. The inside of the building was wide open and it was very tall, like 30-40 feet tall inside with a lot of supporting steel work, everytihng was very rusty and obviously hadn't been touched in many years. There were large windows with no glass just open to the outside high up in the walls that allowed the sun to light it up pretty good inside. At the center of of the place there was a large hole in the floor like 15-20 feet square, we peered down into the opening and it was a deep dark hole somebody dropped a stone down the hole and it was a long time before you couls hear a faint spalsh of water so we dropped a stone and we had a couple of those old Casio watches with a stop watch function so we dropped a rock and timed it to the splash, it took almost exactly ten seconds. there were no guard rails or safety measures of any kind, it was really scary thinking about falling into that deep black hole. There was some old equipment left that looked to be like turn of the century type stuff, we assumed it was a closed copper mine.The whole time we were exploring we had two 35mm film cameras taking a lot of pictures, this was 30 years before cell phones and 35-40 before smart phones. After exploring the place for a while we decided it was time to get going because we only had a few hours before dark. After miles of running down those unmarked roads we eventually made it back to the cabins and we all went out to our hunting spots. After it got dark we all headed to the local bar where we usually went to get something to eat. One of the guys asked the the lady bartender if she knew anything about that shut down mine and abandoned town, she got kind of a funny look on her face and went toi the kitchen pass through window and said "hey Dave these guys went and visited Peterson, we all looked at each other like WTF is she talking about, the kitchen door opened up and the a the cook apparently called Dave came out dressed in typical bar cook clothes. Dave came over and said what did you see in Peterson; we said first of all we never saw a sign with a name on it but it was just an abandoned town with pretty decent looking buildings and a closed down copper mine up on the hill. Dave said yep that's Peterson some people see the signs going into town and some don't, the thing is there never was a Peterson it never existed. Whh......What the fuck are you talking about we were there, we looked into the buildings and dropped rocks down the empty mine shaft we took a lot of pictures. Dave said yep, you and a lots of other people but if you try to go back you won't find it. What? We know the road we took we can get back there, he said go ahead and try you won't find it. Dave asked did you by any chance drop a rock in the hole and time it to the bottom? Yes actually we did it took almost exactly ten seconds, Dave said yep I did too and I looked it up a falling rock or anything falls about four hundred feet in ten seconds he said Peterson is a real ghost town the whole place is a real ghost town, he said I was there and saw the same things years ago but I've tried many times to go back and I've never been able to find it, me and a lot of other people who live in this area and know it like the backs of our hands have seen it once and once only. Dave said go to Houghton Hancock and get your film developed and lets see the pictures. The next day we decided to take off from hunting and go up to town and get the film developed. Houghton Hancock is home to Michigan Tech so it's a college town with all the amenities it had a quick film developer place so we dropped the film off and went to see the sights, it's a really picturesque place. About an hour north east of HH is Copper harbor at the very top of Michigan were it ends into Lake Superior, it to is a really cool place. When we got back to HH we were dying to see the pictures so we went and got the film and tore open the envelopes. There were lots of pictures, beautiful pictures, but, not a single picture of "Peterson"..........Now just a goddamned minute this is not fucking possible a couple of the guys went back the film place and asked where are the other pictures that were on those rolls? There were no other pictures you have all the negatives we don't keep other peoples pictures we see thousands every month. There's a park in town and we stopped there and all sat at a table just kind of in shock, not saying much for quite a while. In 1982 I was 23 years old at 23 you think you know it all, when you are hit square in the face by something like that it shakes you to the core, everything you think you know is now suspect because you were in that abandoned town, it was just a cool old abandoned town, you saw it with your own eyes in the wide open sunny broad daylight, not on some dark foggy creepy night and nothing creepy happened, we took pictures that don't exist. That changed my life from that point forward. After that we went back to see Dave, gave him the stack of pictures, of the woods, the Big Mac bridge, Misery Bay, the park on the bay, logging trucks, the rock bridges, some of the shacks, one of which was just about two miles from "Peterson." Dave just kind of chuckled and said yep, that's our "Peterson" alright. For the next two days we totally forgot about hunting, we split up in two trucks and drove those roads over and over and over and never re-found "Peterson." That is my high strangeness story, we found a town that never existed, that other people have also see but only once. As I look back with what we are now hearing stories about, stuff like different timelines like this fucked up one we are in now compared to the real one we branched off from on January 20 2016. Is Peterson a place that is close to a spot where two different timelines come very close together? Is it possible that when all the conditons in the universe are just right and you happen to be in the right place when all those conditons are right you can visit Peterson? What would happen if you were in Peterson and the universal conditions changed? I wonder if we will ever find out? If you can only go there once how would it be studied? The mind warping question is who keeps track of who has been to Peterson only once and who hasn't?

I've been working on a superhero story that I'm incredibly passionate about. Over the years, I've watched over 1,000 movies and TV shows, drawing inspiration from the vast array of characters and narratives. As a big fan of Marvel and DC, I've always admired their ability to create compelling superhero universes that captivate audiences.
My story is rooted in this admiration, and I’ve put a lot of effort into crafting characters with unique superpowers and rich backstories. I believe my story stands strong and has the potential to offer something new and exciting to the superhero genre. My goal is to create characters whose abilities and adventures can rival those of any fictional character out there.
However, despite my confidence in the quality of my story, I can't help but feel a sense of apprehension. The fear that my book might not receive the recognition it deserves if published is something that weighs heavily on my mind. I know the competitive nature of the entertainment industry, and the challenge of standing out in such a crowded field can be daunting.
Ultimately, my hope is to contribute to the superhero genre in a meaningful way. I want to create characters and stories that resonate with readers and viewers, much like the heroes of Marvel and DC have done for me. If my story can provide even a fraction of the excitement and inspiration that these franchises have, I would consider it a success.
In the end, maybe my work could introduce a new wave of competition in the superhero franchise, offering fresh perspectives and narratives that enrich the genre even further. I'm excited about the possibilities and remain hopeful that my efforts will be recognized and appreciated by fans of superhero stories everywhere.

The other day while at work my M12 radio randomly stopped working with a fully charged battery while sitting on a bench charging, the Radio is 18 months old and has been used for 8+ hours 5 days a week it’s been knocked around a bit and just wondering if anyone knows if there’s a way to fix this or if I need to just buy a complete new radio

Hello everyone, I am a lurker of Naturalhair and I really need some advice. :( Scroll down for the TDLR, also sorry for the bad formatting and grammar, English is not my first language and I’m also typing this on phone.
I’ve been transitioning to natural since March 2020 (quarantine). Before, I’ve been using relaxers on my hair. I stopped using relaxers because I hated how much it burned my scalp and during January-February 2020, I felt a curl in the root my scalp and I liked the feeling of it 😭.
So, boom, March 2020 comes, before everything shut down, I told my mother that I wanted to do natural and I asked her if I can buy shampoo and conditioner. She agrees and I brought Shea Moisturizer Coconut and Hibiscus line. I washed my hair and I noticed my hair was half straight and half curly (transition stage). I was so eager to see the curls forming, and thought this was going to be a new chapter for my hair journey.
I started to wash my hair every Sunday because why not? One day, when I was getting ready to wash my hair, my mother stopped me and said “You don’t need to wash your hair every single week or every two weeks, you know?” I was kinda confused and said “I don’t?” Mind you, I was new at this and I was also watching youtube videos on how to do and style natural hair. She said “When you do natural, you braid hair to make it longer.” She offered to braid my hair since it was during the pandemic and everything was closed down.
So she braided my hair and I left the braids for about 2 months. (March-May). Then I left my natural hair out, let it breathe for a week, washed and blow dry, got braids again. (late May-early August). I got my first sew in during late August for back-to-school and kept it in for October. Okay so you get the gist. I’ve been putting weaves/braids/wigs in my hair and have not been able to fully let my natural hair out to breathe, just letting it sit for one week and put a protective style. This fucking pattern went on from March 2020 up to late 2023.
So it’s late 2023, I had enough of this. I wanted to know how to fully take care of my natural hair. I won’t lie, protective styles did help my hair a bit, but I wanted to fully take care of my hair. At this time, I shampoo and conditioned my hair every two weeks.
One day, as I was finish washing my hair my mother look at me and said, “Your hair looks like a mess. All your hair will fall out!” I brushed it off because I’m used to her saying stuff like this ever since I started my natural hair journey. Every time when she comb my hair, she would roughly comb out my hair and say “See, look! Your hair is falling out.” I’m also very tender-headed so when she say stuff like this it hurts my feelings and my scalp. Literally when my hair is in the transitioning stage she said she hasn’t seen anything progress and wanted me to do a relaxer.
In March or April 2024, I was flat ironing my hair, my aunt came in, saw me, and said “Why don’t you put a wig!?!? You’re a grow up woman now! You don’t need to do natural hair!” She then roughly grabbed the back of my hair. I wasn’t sure if she trying to pull it or anything. Then my mother jumped in and said “I keep telling her that and she don’t listen!” So not only my mother disliked my natural hair, but my aunt did too. My heart shattered hearing those comments but I eventually got over it.
Last week, I did mini braids on myself, and I went to go see my mother, and she looked at my hair “Don’t you see that you look ugly without no hair?” I just walked away from her. Few days ago, I went out with my auntie and she asked me what was I going to do with my hair now. I told her that I’m just going to take care of it and she said I shouldn’t leave my hair like that. I just changed the subject.
Now a few hours ago, I went downstairs and my mother yelled at me about my hair once again, but this time she said “Just cut all your hair off if you can’t do natural hair. Can you even afford to do natural hair?? Do something with your hair or cut them!” I ran up to my room and literally cried. I am crying while typing this post. I know I shouldn’t but I’m very sensitive T-T
TDLR: I’ve been trying to take care of my natural hair for years now, my mother and auntie criticizes my natural hair and rather me put protective styles such as wigs and braids to not show my natural hair I guess.
Things I wanted to add to the story since the post is pretty long.
• I was fully natural by early-mid 2021.
• When I washed my hair during my back to back protective style stage, I did have a lot of breakage while washing my hair :(
• I’m NOT hating on protective styles by the way, I LOVE putting on braids/wigs/weave. I just didn’t want to put it on the time, you know.
• On October 2022, I blow dry + flat iron my natural hair for my cousin sweet 16. I played a role in her birthday party court. There was seven girls including myself, and 4 of them were wigs and 3 of them plus myself included were natural. My mother told my cousin that she didn’t like the way my hair looked and wanted me to purchase a wig but obviously it was too late.
• Lately, I’ve noticed my mother has been giving me weird looks when I have my hair out. When I wear wigs she always see my face first, but when my hair out she look at my hair, then becomes angry.
• Outside of my home, a lot of people in my workplace like when I have my natural hair. When I did a high puff, one of my professor said I had “nice hair” I do two puffs in my hair for work and people usually find them cute. Someone said I look like Minnie Mouse hehe :) I hope that’s a compliment. Also someone that worked in a different department of my workplace looked at me and said “I love your hair, please keep doing natural” I was kinda surprised to hear that too.

I'll go first
1 - Bugs Bunny (every time I match with this bunny I'm fighting for my life trying to breathe and get to the other side of the stage, GG if you get a short map)
2 - Superman (Superman players don't even need all there buttons all they need is foward smash and up snash and there good, don't even get me started on this dudes Nair.)
3 - Batman ( No matter what percent, what map, what charachter. Batman will always find a way to kill you in two hits using up air, up smash. I'm at 40 percent why am I dying to that!)

My ex and I have worked together for the past 4 years amicably enough. Friends outside of work. She plans to live the Van Girl life starting this summer. She had not given exact date of her leaving the job. Rather she wields her leaving like a weapon against me, saying she needs new friends... Taking time off to sell things and build her van out. Leaving me and others to shoulder extra duties.
I also told her of my separation anxiety as we have remained important to each other and I didnt want to hear about it constantly. She always found a way to bring it up..."cant wait to be free, cant wait to wake up on the beach..." Over the weekend I texted a final boundary that she only talk to me about work. That I felt used, as I was driving her everywhere of late with no gratitude. It has messed with my head, like I'm not a friend and our little group is not good enough.
Today she freaked out on me in front of clients. Then went to admin to throw me under bus even though I sent text outside of work (we always kept our private life outside of office). That was a rule of ours.
She then quit on the spot. I was told once you call someone a narcissist to their face they disappear. Now I feel small. I expected her to ignore me and eventually establish a co-worker relationship until she departed in her van. Instead she angrily left.
Sheesh, I'm zapped. Did not go as intended. No victory felt. I sure feel an AH.