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So I dated my ex for 10 years, high school, college and after college. We started dating when I was 14, he was my first true love, lost my virginity, did everything with (good and bad). He was my ride or die, until he wasn’t. Long (convoluted)story short, my ex was always a wild child (only child), no fcuks kinda guy, thrill seeking, dare devil, sporty, and pretty rough around the edges. Between home life and life, he had been through a lot, his parents were toxic for one another, eventually they divorced, long after him and I broke up. The father was mainly absent/probably cheating, the mother had a man at work that she was always with, and talking about, and so on, so his childhood was riddled with all sorts of emotions.
There’s so many other nuances that impacted him and I. One being he cheated on me, and me being young, dumb, naive, and such an empath in a what was a narcissistic/abusive relationship, I was sucked in the cycle of his narcissism, I was on a constant high and low cycle that repeated itself in all ways destructive, but also fun, and exciting.
Fast forward the clock towards end of what was a very toxic, abusive, fucked up relationship. My family ended up all hating him with a passion for all the things that went down between us. So many things that range from him and infighting, him then cheating, me then going out and meeting other people, us both getting arrested for a crime he committed and I was brought in on as part of their investigation, spent a day in a state penitentiary for, because the crimes he was committing,was behind my back and I had no idea. I ended up having the whole case expunged- due to the police not having a valid reason to arrest me or convict me of any crime, as the judge found out my innocence in it all, but because of something the cops did illegally to me in that process the judge through out the entire charge that they claimed they brought me to jail for. This is just scratching the surface. In between all of that, there were cycles of happiness together, fun together, adventures of all kinds, and even the part where he told me he wants to be married, to me, soon, and that he wanted to start to have a family of his own, with me. We had been through so much leading up to this point, good and bad, and it had really put me in to a state of panic and shock, because it felt like my best friend, boyfriend, and love of my life all while being a 2 faced, lying, cheating drug and alcohol addicted person was trying to force me in to getting married, and had left me doubting everything.
So to basically conclude, 10 years mostly on, some off in between him cheating, me trying to finish college and get a real job, while my parents also decided to sell our family house and move far away, he decided it was a good time to go and cheat on me with his bosses distress’s and secretary. So many more details that I will leave out for the sake of time. Well I ended at a concert with him, that he begged me to go to with him, the Mistress was “coming, but with her gay friend” according to my bf. It was at this concert that I realized that they were fucking and in fact she had gotten pregnant (but she lied and claimed the baby was the boss’s baby, and it don’t occur to me that the baby was my bfs baby and not actually the boss’s,who was married with 2 kids.
So as the title reads, my ex just died,suddenly and tragically. He leaves behind his wife (the mistress, girl who moved in on my bf of the time), her 2 older children from different fathers, (she was also a stripper for a long time prior to fucking my bf).
They ended up having 3 children of their own. I’m now married and living my life. Have moved on. Long past him, long having past my life with him, the rollercoaster of a relationship, that was full of high highs and low lows.
I cried. I heard the news and despite all the shit he put me through a part of me mourned the loss of him,twice and finally. I feel so emotional over it. There’s more to it, however it’s too much to get into. I can’t stop thinking about it all. We are 16 years out from when we broke up, but his death feels so final and somehow hurts. Looking back I’m so thankful him and I didn’t end up getting married or having kids. I don’t feel bad for his wife, I feel like she got his karma, and he died do something stupid like I had always feared he would, by his fault and actions, and I can’t stop thinking about it all. He died on his mother’s bday the weekend of Mother’s Day.

I don’t believe that people’s humanity can be defined solely by their beliefs. That idea— that one's person could be summarized based on just having an opinion— has never made very much sense to me. Yet, if still relying on extremes for assumptions… then it seems much more logical to judge one’s humanity by how willing they are to listen to beliefs that differ from their own.
If a person is unwilling to merely listen— not just hear, but truly listen— to any opinion aside from their own, then why group that person with the category of “people”? They’d uphold more of a conversation if they were to be speaking with their own echo in an empty room… and how could there be room for any humanity in a population of one?
A person's ability and willingness to listen to what goes on outside of themselves is what opens their worldview outside of the one which exists merely in their own mind. And yet, if a person is only going to listen to themselves, then there are no other people in their own eyes. There is only one— there is only themselves— and there is nothing else past it. In their solitude they are separated from all other people, and so they themselves are just as separate from humanity.
My family is big and loud, made up of roughly five, all living together under the same roof, though sometimes with all that goes on it can feel like more… with all the noise of yelling and fighting I’m sure that— especially to the neighbors— it can sound like more as well. Still, five or so people under a roof, and yet humanity resides nowhere beneath this roof. We’re all people, and yet still just separate persons, each individual and unable to be grouped together as a people. That's not to label any of us as bad persons… and yet it’s also not to label any of us as decent ones either; I suppose I’ll leave that up to you. Though I can’t quite pin where everyone else has lost their humanity, I can speak for myself: I was born without any humanity.
I was born into a house of abuse and child neglect, a house in which two children had already been brought into, and a father had been continuously kicked out of and begged back into. I was born into a house where not even the eldest could trust one another, and later torn from that house into the foster care system. I was torn from one home to another, issues with the families came one after the other. I was molested by my eldest brother at least two times, only counting major events, and then initially— prior to a month worth of pushing— denied belief from my father when telling him such.
I’ve told all these troubles, or at minimum snippets of each, to these people under my roof. Yet, rather than meet with a listening ear, they’ve twisted my stories into their own. They’ve stolen my tears, crying them for me, and leaving me left to try and comfort them; to listen to them. But who am I to complain when I am no better?
I have no humanity. From the moment I was born, I was held onto the inability to trust. I can hear people— therapists and what have you— when they try to help me relearn to trust, and I truly do try to listen… but all I can do is hear. How could one relearn something that was never taught? Or rather, how could one teach what was never truly there? From the moment I had opened my eyes, I was faced with a world of danger. As much as I wish it were an exaggeration or a pinch of extra angst, it’s all just true. Simple and raw and true.
My entire growing up I’ve been damaged by those I was meant to trust.
And so I can not trust, nor can I listen to the reasons I could.
And so I am a person of my own, and I am without trust.
And I am without listening.
And I am without humanity.

My pharmacy delayed my medicines, putting me at risk of contracting HIV.
After being exposed to the virus, I had 72 hours to take PEP medicine, which would protect me from contracting HIV. The pharmacy gave me the meds within 72 hours after my doctor gave the order, which I took, but then the pharmacy called two days later saying there was a second brand of meds that had just arrived that needed to be taken together with the first (for PEP to even work).
Too late. I was well beyond 72 hours. I had no idea about how any of this works: the meds, the ordering to the pharmacy, etc, as I'm new in this country.
I showed some symptoms of HIV this week, but maybe it's just a cold. An STI test wouldn't work until after the course is completed.
Don't ask me about my mental state right now.
Can I seek any form of redress, to make sure nothing like this ever happens to anyone again? Is compensation something viable here?

This is not strictly kid related, but is about parent life.
I (38f) am I first time mom to a 1.5 y/o. Before my LO, I got my act together and lost the COVID weight by working with a nutritionist, using online subscription workout videos, and even working with a trainer. In a little less than a year I dropped about 40 lbs and got to my goal weight of 190. Then I got pregnant and did really well til trimester 3, where I suddenly put on a bunch of weight — back up to 240 at my heaviest.
I obviously lost weight having the baby, but the 5 months of leave with no sleep and only convenience style foods put the weight back on. I’m now at 235, and desperate to get back into better shape. Doctor says I need to lose at least 15-25 pounds.
My question is HOW do busy parents find time to exercise in a meaningful way? Of course I play with my LO, she loves to be lifted, carried, etc. we are active on the weekends with hikes and bike rides. But I went from working out 1-2 hours a day, 5 days a week to… nothing.
And my eating habits are not great now either. Busy life means less time to meal plan, grocery shop, prep, and we’ve been eating more convenience or store bought food (not fast food). I make sure that LO eats healthily, but I’ve had more mac and cheese this past year than I care to admit. Also need to find time to cook healthy food again…
I work 7-3, then LO wants to nap or just be on me from 3-5, dinner, bath, trying to get her to bed between 7-8:30, then bed by 9.
Where can I fit it in? What can I do? Desperate for ideas, tips, stories… this mama needs advice.

I'm still going through my divorce. It's been ongoing for 8 months. 17 year marriage. She said it was because she thought I would always leave, so she pushed me away. I am her fourth husband, but all of the others were short in comparison to our 17 years.
Problems arose about ten years ago and I fought hard to fix things. I feel like I read every how to fix and rekindling article and book available. Flowers, random gifts, new cars, shopping sprees, home renovations, vacations, took over all the household chores, and the list goes on. I tried until I had a sort of depressive episode that hit me very hard. It lasted about a month and it was kind of a wake up call where I had to admit that I just couldn't handle the rejection anymore. At that point I felt like I had no other option than to give her an ultimatum. I told her that if she "pushed me away" again, then it was over.
Mind you, that the type of intimacy I was looking for was a hug. I couldn't give her a kiss on the cheek when I got home from work without getting looked at like I had two heads. I tried giving her space, making sure she wasn't in a state where she was overwhelmed, clearly stating my intentions ("Hey, can I give you a kiss?"). I was definitely pushed away and I think there might have been someone on the side at one point. That was my guess, until a neighbor finally told me that he had seen her with someone acting a little too cozy on a walk.
Well, I drew the line in the sand and about 6 months later, she crossed it. I asked her if she wanted a divorce and she just smirked at me, and said "Fine, this feels like a huge load off."
I was pretty devastated. Went through a case of "heartbreak syndrome" and actually had a trip to the hospital over it. It was bad. Now I'm numb. I work twelve to fourteen hours a day out of choice. I lost about 40 pounds. I force myself to eat and only sleep about 4 or 5 hours a night. I don't even get hungry anymore and don't have the willpower to just shut my eyes and sleep.
What bugs me the most is that I was an awesome gift giver. I would pick a special gift for my wife and kids every gift giving holiday. I had this drive to find the perfect gift, it was my mission. I would investigate and listen to everyone just to figure out what material thing they were missing in their lives and I would fight tooth and nail to get it. Hard to find, international, having to drive two hours to get some hot item. It didn't matter, I was on it.
Since the divorce, it's gone. Now whenever a birthday comes up I feel annoyed by the thought of it. I just throw money now. I can't even be bothered to get a card. I just hit the ATM and toss cash. I can't say me doing it was never appreciated. I would get hugs and sincere thank you's from my kids, even tears some times, but never from the wife. She would just open them, look inside and make some generic, "Oh thanks" remark.
I raised the bar every year for her to the point I was spending thousands. No change, same response. I once drove a three hour round trip to pick up sandwiches from a restaurant where we got engaged (it was a chain restaurant and our restaurant closed so I drove to the nearest one), and got a "Where did you find that? I wouldn't have driven that far."
Our last Christmas together pre divorce, I got nothing. I really don't want anything and I feel like I'm whining, but nothing. I would at least get socks and underwear every year, but nothing. All I can think, is how adamant we were about getting stuff for everyone and how I couldn't imagine completely forgetting someone. It felt pretty intentional.
Regardless of any underlying reasons though, what I thought was a personal super power is just gone. I would always have some great idea for each person, now just nothing. I tried forcing myself to do it and I just can't. I can roam stores and scour the internet and nothing jumps out at me. Now it's just a fistful of cash. Unpersonal, easiest, least effort gift I can manage.
I want to care that much again, but it's just not there anymore. My lack of drive is hitting other areas of my life, but not caring is now adding a nasty ping of guilt every time I toss cash at my kids. I feel ruined and am genuinely mad that part of me is gone.

I (26 F) have a fiancé (26 M). We’re together for a year and engaged for 5 mos. Our relationship went on fast and smoothly and can say that we are in a healthy relationship.
Prior to our relationship, i’ve been into a long toxic relationship that last for 4 years. It took me a year to move on from that relationship and made sure that I am healed before entering a new relationship which is with my now fiance. I know that I healed myself already, or so i thought as I am still angry with my narcissistic ex who gaslit, manipulated, called me crazy and cheated on me. He is still with the girl who he cheated me with. The girl knew that i exist when they started their relationship. I am the type of person who doesn’t want to feel defeated. I don’t know if I am being unfair to my fiancé having this kind of feeling of anger towards my ex that sometimes, i still think of my ex, thinking of when will karma will hit them both as a consequence to what they did to me and to make them realize how much they hurt me.
To all the cheaters here, have you ever realized what you did to the person whom you have hurt? Do you guys even feel sorry for ruining someone’s life?
And to all people who have been cheated on, how did you cope up seeing those people who hurt you happy and there you are suffering from a lifelong scar?
And lastly, am i wrong and being unfair to my fiance for feeling this way?

I'm proud of him for standing up for himself.
As Our Father mentioned tonight on the microphone, Nick Wayne got his revenge on Swerve for Swerve's BRUTAL home invasion last year. We saw the GCW side of Nick come out this evening. He's young, but he's not young-dumb or broookeeee anymore.
How can ANYONE be upset with Nick Wayne after he made Swerve squirt a fountain of blood hitting him with that 8x10 Wal-Mart frame? He hit him so clean the picture wasn't even bent until Christian bloodied it up to prove a point to Swerve that you don't mess with a young man's father and expect to get away with it, even if it IS your house SWERVE. 🙄
Swerve brought the fight to Wayne's World last year. Now, Nick brought the battle to Swerve's House.
Swerve deserved everything he got and should be grateful Christian had enough fatherly advice to stop so Swerve's daughter would still have her dad come home in one piece tonight since he's finally back in town. That is, if he isn't too busy with NaNa being an "absentee father" trying to balance a rap career with wrestling... and now a shoe line with green bottoms?!?! No quality family time in that household.
We should all be more like Christian teaching our children how to display courage, set firm boundaries, spending time together, and embracing what it means to demonstrate merciful compassion for others.
Nick Wayne did nothing wrong.

It was a special pre-order track for Alter the Ending and I used to be able to find it on Youtube, but it's been taken down. Does anyone know where I can listen to it again?

I just want to feel sad. I don’t want to be comforted. I don’t want to be distracted. And I hate having to pretend I’m not as sad as I actually am.
I feel like I can’t fully be sad around my family because I don’t want to make them more sad if they’re trying not to think about it. But I feel like I can’t fully be sad around my boyfriend because he just keeps trying to comfort me and I feel like it makes him uncomfortable (understandably) because he doesn’t know what to do to help me. And I feel like I can’t be sad around my friends because it would make them uncomfortable too because we’re not that close and because losing a pet isn’t seen the same as losing a person.
I feel so isolated because losing a pet isn’t seen the same as losing a person but it is the exact same. Actually I have lost family members and (guiltily) have felt less gut wrenching grief than I do right now.
I’ve tried speaking into the void of the internet and while I appreciate people’s intention, I just absolutely hate any attempts to be comforted. I don’t want to “cherish our memories together” or “be grateful for the time we had together” or be told that “they’re in a better place”.
They are too important to just try and “feel better” about.
I just want to cry and not be alone and acknowledge how much this fucking sucks and how much pain I’m in.

I met this guy in an Instagram gc about three years ago. We instantly grew close and he became the love of my life. We had the same personalities and interests; him and I were basically the same person it felt like I was talking to my reflection. He’s my FP: I was obsessed with him, my mood depended on him, etc. We never dated, but we were on and off. He always disappeared, sometimes acted like I didn’t exist, flirted with other girls while I thought he was exclusively talking to me and was overall just extremely manipulative. He constantly lead me on to the point where he admitted that he liked someone else and they started dating (I’m not even sure they’re together anymore). Every time I think I’m over him he somehow coincidentally comes back into my life and then I fall for it and it repeats. I don’t know why I can’t let him go — I genuinely don’t know how. He’s ruined my perception of relationships and I feel like there won’t be anyone like him. I just want to be properly loved. Is there something wrong with me ?

You play a magus from Egypt. A member of a higher caste able to cast spells and summon dark entities from another dimension, or at least fragments of them.
This adventure will involve you and your group being transported into the Shadow Realm, the dimension the monsters come from. You will need to find a way to survive, find food and resources, make allies, and find a portal home.
Duel Monsters is a system I have made myself and have been working on and off for years.
The mechanics are pretty simple and easy to learn, with some basic resource management and maths.
You will be able to summon monsters and cast spells taken from the classic YuGiOh sets up to Labyrinth of Nightmare (future stuff allowed by request), as well as join the fight yourself with some basic equipment. The newest edition also includes mechanics for Fusion monsters, so mix it up for more power.
This is the same game advertised before with a new date, delayed due to various holdups. I am hoping for a multi session adventure with length dependent on player interest. There is currently two players already and I am hoping for two more. Play will be through Roll20 and a Discord group for character discussion.
A copy of the rules can be found here. Please read them before contacting me and then let me know if it takes your interest.

Animal‌-Man/Swamp‌ ‌Thing

Issue‌ 32:‌ ‌ The Pale Wanderer
Written‌ ‌by‌ ‌Deadislandman1
Edited‌ ‌by‌ PatrollinTheMojave
 
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Then
An arc of purple lightning flashed across the night sky of the Boneyard, splitting the dark sky in twain as Capucine trudged across the ashy wastes of the realm. A cold gale ripped through the land, chilling the warrior to the bone, yet after centuries of time living in the Rot’s home realm, it felt identical to the ocean breeze that graced her every evening of her monastic childhood. Anxious, she fiddled with her leather armor, tightening every strap and support to make sure they were all in the right positions. She double checked that her sheath was properly tied to her belt, and that the steel sword within was sharp and clean.
He would catch up to her sooner or later, almost certainly before she made it to the portal. It wasn’t hard to pick that fact up. The Boneyard always became a little rougher when he wasn’t happy. She’d endeavored to spare him a difficult conversation, but perhaps that was too optimistic a hope. He was smart for someone his age, even if he’d made such a grave mistake.
Perhaps she was trying to spare herself the labor of having a conversation, rather than trying to keep the adolescent Avatar’s emotions in check. Perhaps she was just running from her problems, something she couldn’t remember ever doing before. Perhaps her ambitions to steer the young Avatar towards better decisions was the wrong choice on her part.
…No. Her advice was invaluable, she knew that much, and William Holland took that advice well. She just wasn’t in much of a position to give advice anymore.
Climbing atop an gray, dusty hill, Capucine gazed at the portal back to the physical world, composed of a miasma of swirling bones and inky fluids. To the unadjusted nose, it smelled absolutely foul, but to Capucine it smelled no different than the rest of the Boneyard. This was her ticket back, to somewhere where she’d do… something.
She didn’t know what that something was. In fact, she felt nauseous at the idea of wandering the world for centuries yet again with no real goal or purpose, though when considering the alternative, Capucine was ready to step right through the portal, even if her reason for leaving was so small in the grand scheme of things.
Breathless, Capucine took one step towards the portal, only for a boom of thunder to shake the realm. Capucine stopped dead in her tracks, sighing. William didn’t need to say anything to get her attention, as she turned around, coming face to face with the young Avatar.
He’d grown quite a bit in the three years she’d been advising him. His mane of red hair had regained some of its color, and across his pale face stood the beginnings of a beard, with bits of pronounced stubble around his chin and above his lips. He remained as gaunt as ever, yet he’d also grown much taller since his beginning as the Rot’s leader. He looked Capucine in the eyes, keeping his expression as blank as possible, “I got your note.”
Capucine narrowed her eyes, “So you did.”
William’s bottom lip quivered, “There’s no way I can change your mind…is there?”
“Not that I can see,” Capucine remarked.
William’s head drifted to the side as he attempted to avert his gaze, hiding his eyes from Capucine behind his wild hair. He choked back something, maybe a sob, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. It was a mistake.”
Capucine took a step forward, feeling the urge to console the boy, yet as she reached out towards him, she found herself frozen by trepidation. She was not a woman of gentle words, and this was a situation that called for them. Rescinding her hand, she stepped back towards the portal, “What’s done is done. I do not hate you, William Arcane, but I cannot stay here.”
Capucine turned her back on William, readying herself to step through the portal. She took one step, then another before William spoke once more, “Tefé.”
Capucine stopped, electing not to turn back and face the young Avatar. Realizing that she was waiting for him to continue, William spoke again, “My sister. I know her, she’s got a good heart, but she’s not like me. She’s not an Avatar. She could always use someone to watch her back.”
For a moment, Capucine did not answer, and the silence seemed to push William to take a few steps back. Turning, he began to walk away, unable to think of much else to say, when Capucine finally answered back, “If she is the sister of William Arcane…then I know her to be someone of good character. Your advice is invaluable, Avatar. Thank you.”
Without another word, Capucine stepped through the portal, disappearing from the Boneyard. William stared at the portal for what felt like hours before he finally shuddered, his shaky breathing accompanied by a single tear that froze up on its way down his cheek, stopping short as a bead of ice just before it fell off of his jaw.
Now
“So you’re here because my brother suggested it?”
“That’s correct.”
Capucine answered Tefé’s inquiry in a dry manner, keeping most of her focus on cleaning the gasoline off her sword with a rag. She sat upon the corpse of the formerly living infected tree, using it as a comfortable log of sorts while Maxine and Tefé remained in their canoe, having managed to dock it by tying it to a nearby set of protruding roots. It was about noon now, and the Florida heat had become unbearable. Maxine wiped her forehead, expecting that she’d probably be dead without the trees as a shield from the sun.
Tefé rubbed her throat, recovering from the vice grip of the tree, “I…how is he? He’s not in trouble is he?”
“Far from it. Your brother is doing better than most. He’s got a keen mind for leadership, and the Rot endures with him as its head,” Capucine sheathed her sword. “He doesn’t need my advice anymore, and I do the world no favors remaining at his side. If I am to continue the preservation of a better world, then it’s best I accompany you instead.”
Tefé grumbled a little, but also couldn’t help but smile, “So the little rascal thinks I need a hand, huh? Thinks I need advice.”
Tefé smirked, then looked up at Capucine, “Got any words of wisdom for me?”
Capucine looked down at the tree carcass, then back at Tefé, “Don’t get grabbed by monstrous trees.”
Tefé swallowed, “Yeah…sound advice.”
Maxine stared at the water, noting that its viscosity had remained unchanged, “Uh…guys? I think there are more gasoline trees somewhere out there. I feel like it would’ve cleared up at least a little bit.”
Capucine jumped into the canoe, breaking the rope keeping it moored with her bare hands, “Then we find the source of the infestation, and remove it.”
Maxine and Tefé didn’t do anything to impede Capucine’s actions, though they were certainly taken aback by this old English era woman taking charge of their mission. Without a word, Capucine grabbed a paddle and began rowing upstream, her toned build making what was a laborious task for Tefé effortless. The trio moved upstream at a rapid pace, with Capucine barely making a single grunt or noise as she paddled onward. As the hours went by, the water to gasoline ratio of the river continued to tip in the gasoline’s favor, to the point that eventually Capucine looked like she was putting real effort into her paddling.
Tefé stared at the woman, unsure of what to make of her, “So…Capucine?”
“Yes?”
“I know your name, I know you’ve been…advising my brother. What else do you do? What’s your story?”
Capucine frowned, “To be brief…I was born over a thousand years ago in Lindisfarne Abbey. What happened after is a personal matter, and one I’d rather not discuss. Similarly, discussing how I came to be immortal, and what I’ve done in the many centuries afterwards would doubtlessly be a fruitless and boring exercise. That energy is better spent rowing.”
Tefé raised an eyebrow, “Okay….then, why are you doing any of this? What drives you to help us?”
Capucine paused for a moment, allowing the canoe to slow in its approach upriver. Then, she snorted, a small smile forming as she began to paddle once more, “I’ve lived long enough to know this is a good place, a good world. I like it intact and alive, and I’d do whatever it takes to keep it that way.”
“Uh…good answer,” Tefé turned her attention to the rest of the forest, watching carefully for threats. Capucine was certainly blunt, and maybe a little scary looking, but from what she could tell the woman wasn’t much of a danger. If she wanted to learn more, she could do that after the case of Silver Springs was solved.
Maxine grimaced, staring at the thick gasoline they were rowing through, “What do you think is causing this stuff? The closest thing I can think of is the Rot but…part of me can’t put that picture together.”
“Because this is not the Rot’s doing. William is well aware of these kinds of problems, and manages them well. He would never allow something like this to escalate as far as it has,” Capucine grunted, her sheath rattling against the interior of the canoe. “This is something different.”
“Oil’s a fossil fuel, right?” Maxine asked, “Could there be any connection?”
“Perhaps, but this isn’t just oil, it’s gasoline. It’s processed,” Capucine grunted, the act of rowing becoming tougher. “Something is turning the oil into Gasoline. Maybe it’s the trees, maybe it’s something else.”
“But what force would do that? There’s definitely something magical going on about these things,” Maxine asked.
Capucine frowned, “I am…unsure. I’ve not heard of any force that pertains to these properties. Perhaps one of them has evolved. Such an occurrence is not unheard of; the Red does it all the time.”
“Or maybe…someone’s twisting a force into something it isn’t,” said Tefé. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out soon enough.”
Eventually, the boat rounded a corner, passing another infected tree. Maxine and Tefé readied themselves, only for Capucine to keep paddling, “Do not bother with them. They’re symptoms, not the cause.”
Maxine raised an eyebrow, “And the cause is….where?”
Capucine pointed down the river, and past a muddy, poisoned shore sat an entire row of the ailing cypresses, encircling a clearing of some kind. As the canoe pushed up against the mid, Capucine trudged out, making her way towards the clearing with her hand on her longsword’s hilt. The trees seemed to regard her, blatantly still conscious, yet they did not attack. Maxine and Tefé followed in trepidation, eyeing the trees in suspicion.
“Why aren’t they attacking?” Maxine asked.
“I don’t know,” Capucine remarked. “Perhaps they’re afraid.”
“Of you…or of something else?” Tefé wondered aloud.
As the three entered the clearing, they came across a sight none of them would have expected…a human heart.
It laid in the mud, rooted by cartilage that snaked its way beneath the earth. It beat with a satisfying rhythm, pulsating as if it still rested inside the body of a living man. A thick liquid permeated the mud, shifting outward from the heart.
Gasoline.
Capucine drew her sword, preparing to stab the heart with it. Eyes wide, Maxine jumped in front of her, “Woah woah woah, what are you doing?!”
“I’m removing the problem,” Capucine remarked.
“But…but…we don’t know what this thing even is?”
Capucine sneered at Maxine, “Is it not obvious? Someone or something has perverted an object of the Red, and that infection is spreading to the Green. With its removal, this area can begin healing.”
“How can you know that for sure? I’m the Avatar of the Red, and I can’t feel any trace of the Red in there,” Maxine exclaimed.
“Then the corruption of the object has completely overridden its connection to the Red. All the more reason to destroy it.”
Maxine whirled around, staring at Tefé for help. Tefé opened her mouth to protest, yet she was unsure of how to proceed. On the one hand, the Green was suffering, this place was suffering. Getting rid of the heart seemed like the right answer, yet Maxine was right as well. They knew practically nothing about this heart, and if the trees weren’t attacking them, maybe it was an invitation to learn more.
Before she could voice her opinion on one approach or the other though, a new voice made itself known, a raspy, texan accent that came from vocal chords that didn’t realize they were long past their expiration date.
“Well, if you’d let me speak…I’d love to tell you why I deserve to live!”
The trio assumed defensive stances as the ground rumbled around the heart, at which point a dozen or so ribs began to poke out of the mud around the heart, followed by rotten yet well preserved flesh. The heart and ribs rose with the flesh, revealing a man with an open chest as he picked himself up from out of the mud. He was wearing an old coat and pants, and wore only one sock on his feet. Inconsistent, matted hair hung from his head, covered up slightly by a ruined cowboy hat. An ugly stubble dotted his cheeks, paired with yellow teeth and milky white eyes. He smiled, raising what looked to be an old revolver to his chin to scratch it with the barrel. With the other hand, he reached out to shake any of the trio’s hands, “Howdy folks. Pale Wanderer, representing the Parliament of Gears…how are you doing this fine day?”
The trio looked at each other in confusion, then Capucine spoke, “What are you? Are you the cause of the Malady plaguing this land.”
“Well…I wouldn’t call it a malady per-se! More of a necessary sacrifice.” The Pale Wanderer tipped his hat up. “As for what I am? Well honey…I’m a crusader. A force meant to alleviate suffering, and right now? That suffering is…well, it’s not exactly something any of the flora or fauna here really give a shit about.”
“And what’s that?” Tefé asked.
“Well…it’s a bit of a logistical nightmare to explain, but it starts with oil!” The Pale Wanderer gestured towards the ground. “We’re a car based society, here in the United States I mean! Trouble is, gas prices are fuckin’ outrageous these days, right?”
Capucine narrowed her eyes, “I do not see how that should concern us.”
“I’m not finished!” The Pale Wanderer remarked. “The average American has to pay an arm and a leg for gas nowadays, and they need gas if they want to get anywhere. Have a job, wanna see family, need to make a trip to the grocery store? Need to pay for gas if you wanna to any of that! Trouble is, gas comes from oil, and oil? It’s getting rarer by the minute…that’s why I made this place!”
The Pale Wanderer raised his arms, gesturing to the gasoline laced mud and the producing trees, “Think about it! More Gasoline means the market price of Gasoline’s gonna go down, which means gas is cheaper for everyone! At least, I think that’s how it works! Plus, my Gas is A+ quality, even comes in Diesel!”
As The Pale Wanderer continued on about his tirade on Gas prices, Maxine and Tefé shared a confused glance at each other. They’d never encountered something like this before, something this unusual, this keyed in and calculated in purpose yet scattershot in reasoning. The only thing two of them seemed to fixate on though was something the Pale Wanderer said when he introduced himself.
The Parliament of Gears.
Tefé stepped forward, “You said you were part of the Parliament of Gears? What is that? I’ve never heard of them.”
“Oh, That’s cause we’re new on the block, sweetie, but glad to be here,” The Pale Wanderer remarked. “Not qualified to sell them overall though, you’ll have to talk to marketing for that.”
“Enough!” Capucine declared, holding the point of the sword at the Pale Wanderer. “Your reasons for poisoning this place are simplistic and needless. Leave, or I will make you leave!”
The Pale Wanderer raised an eyebrow, “See, now I don’t like comments like that! We’re all just having a lovely discussion and now all you wanna do is escalate! Things don’t have to be this way! Maybe we can work something out?”
Tefé glanced between Capucine and the Pale Wanderer, making an educated guess that Capucine wasn’t the type to back down in these sorts of situations. Furthermore, she had a point. This place was suffering, and no matter the Pale Wanderer’s intentions, that was something that wouldn’t stand, “We don’t want to fight you, but what you’re doing is…horrifying. You’re killing everything around here for…Gasoline! We can’t stand by and let that happen.”
The Pale Wanderer glanced at Tefé, a glum look on his face. Maxine seemed to be holder her breath somewhat, but there was no question that she was on Tefé and Capucine’s side. Sighing, The Pale Wanderer scratched his thigh with his gun, “So that’s how it is?”
Capucine’s grip on her sword tightened, “That’s how it is.”
The Pale Wanderer pursed his lips, “...Well, if we’ve got no more words to share…I guess we better hop to it.”
The wanderer raised his revolver, only for Capucine to surge forward at lightning speed, piercing him in the heart with her sword. For a moment, he was still, motionless, and Capucine stared him dead in the eyes. Then, he shifted, and after meeting her gaze, he began to laugh, his guffawing causing gasoline to spurt from his heart and onto Capucine’s sword and armor, “Hah! Good try!”
Capucine attempted to back away from the Wanderer, only for him to grab her wrist, keeping her and the sword wedged firmly in his body. Raising his weapon, he prepared to put a bullet in Capucine’s eyes, only for her to deliver a swift fist to his arm, knocking the gun out of his hands. Smiling, he took advantage of his newly freed hand, grabbing her by the throat and squeezing tight. As Capucine struggled for air, the Wanderer could only hoot and holler, “Whooo-weeee! We’re getting down to it now!”
Maxine and Tefé rushed to help the ancient warrior, only for a mob of living trees to encroach upon them, blocking their way while attempting to grab or smash them with their heavy branched arms. Maxine dove to the left, dodging the crushing slam of one tree, while Tefé slipped through the roots of another, narrowly avoiding being picked up again. Separated, the two tried to get a read on each other while avoiding harm, yet it was difficult for either of them to really do anything to help Capucine.
They were both far from the Red and the Green’s safety. No animal would go anywhere near the Pale Wanderer, meaning Maxine’s powers were utterly neutered. Similarly, there was no living plant life near the battlefield, meaning Tefé couldn’t use her powers either. If they wanted to get out of this, they would need to think outside the box.
And that’s when Tefé spotted the Wanderer’s revolver sitting in the mud, and a wild idea crossed her mind as she scanned it and the gasoline laden ground around it. She glanced at Maxine, then to the gun, and Maxine seemed to pick up on what she was thinking. It was a gambit, an insane gambit, but without much power to draw on, it might be their only shot.
Together, the two began to race for the gun, trying desperately to keep out of the reach of the trees. Tefé tried to get there quickly, yet she found herself pursued by a half dozen trees, pressured by their presence. Maxine was closer, and managed to pick up the gun as Tefé was halfway over, only for a tree to come barreling towards her. She whirled around to run, only to snag her foot on a dead root, causing her to trip and fall. Afraid of losing their one chance at Victory, Maxine shared a split second look with Tefé before throwing the gun towards the Pale Wanderer, just as the tree came down on her. It stretched out its arms, its branches ensnaring her and trapping her in place.
Her mind in overdrive, Tefé pivoted and raced for the Pale Wanderer, leaping over the swinging branches of another tree in order to catch the gun. Capucine gasped for air, her eyes glazing over as the Wanderer choked the life out of her, laughing like a madman. With the trees about to grab her, Tefé leapt for the Wanderer’s back, looping one arm around his neck to hold on while planting the gun’s barrel against the gasoline soaked sword, “Stop!”
The trees froze in place, including the one holding Maxine captive. The Pale Wanderer raised his eyebrow, loosening his grip on Capucine and allowing her to breath, “What’s this now? Ready to call it quits?”
Tefé gritted her teeth, “I’m ready to make a deal, and if you refuse, I’ll blow us all sky high! Even you won’t survive that, will you?”
“The hell’re you…” The Pale Wanderer looked down at the gun planted against the sword, and finally realized what was at stake. There was a reason smoking a cigarette at a gas station was a stupid idea, and Tefé was willing to demonstrate. A bullet crashing against steel would cause sparks, and sparks can light many fires, especially ones where the ground was soaked in gasoline. She’s set miles of forest on fire, to nuke the entire place from the ground up….and from the tone of her words, the Wanderer knew Tefé meant it, “Ohhhhh…Clever girl….Ha! So, you’ve got me. What do you want from me?”
Tefé let out a grunt of exhaustion, “I want you…to fuck off and never come back here. Got it?”
The Wanderer chuckled, then winked at Capucine, letting go of her and allowing her to pull out the sword, “Well then, a deal’s a deal.”
Snapping his fingers, The Wanderer watched as every tree around him began to dissolve into an inky ooze, including the one holding onto Maxine, who became drencheds in the stuff. Similarly, the Wanderer himself began to dissolve, though much more slowly. As he sank into the earth, he looked up at Tefé and Capucine, “This place’ll return to what it once was, but don’t count me out just yet. We’ll be seeing each other…oh, and keep the gun. Think of it as a gift from little ol’ me.”
Eventually, the Pale Wanderer was gone, not even his hat remaining, leaving Maxine, Tefé, and Capucine to stare at the spot he once occupied. The crisis at hand was solved, at least as far as they knew, but the problems were only just beginning.
A new force of nature was here, and it did not seem to be a peaceful one.
 
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my (f19) bf (m20) has been the ideal partner in most ways, and we've only been together for 5 months. i embarrassingly struggle with hating myself and believing he's lying 24/7. but it's so weird because he also seems like the most genuine person in my life? he cares for me when im sick or randomly down, he spends every second he can with me and drives 45 min back and forth to see me after his 12 hour shifts. he brings me flowers and icecream and writes me poems and takes pictures of me. it all seems so movie like. but from the beginning ive noticed some things. first i noticed a girl we'll call 'Megan' blow him up several times. i dug a little and saw they were following each other on every social media, and she had made a spotify playlist for him. i kept my mouth shut and eventually she was gone on everything. I brushed it off. i then i saw him frequently texting a girl 'Katie' on snapchat, and would close out as soon as i showed up. she was his 2nd best friend on snap- behind me. then i saw one of his close girl friend's post pictures on vsco of the back of him walking in a pumpkin patch. they were taken before we met- but felt romantic i guess. then i noticed he was liking a few of his friend's bikini photos. i confronted him and he profusely apologized and unfollowed them etc. i just saw him like some girl flexing in a gym. mirror 2 weeks ago lol. other than those specific things, i just also always notice him on snapchat when im around, and he immediately closes the app. he snapchats these girls throughout the day and i always noticed he has like 450+ messages on imessage. i want to ask him how many girls he's close with/talks to but is that unjustified?? he's going to the navy soon and he talked about getting married etc. he's going to speak to his recruiter tomorrow morning and up im up sick thinking about it and i want to ter him so bad but i feel like im in the wrong here beci he hasn't done anything to truthfully betray my trust and i can't tell if im being crazy

My son is starting daycare this coming Monday, and I am most concerned about milk. Daycare is aware that this might be a problem, and I'm starting him two full weeks before I go back to work specifically so I will be available if needed.
I have two basic issues. The first is intake - he hasn't taken a bottle in forever, and I don't particularly want to work hard to get him used to a bottle at almost 1 year of age, so I'm looking at alternatives. I currently have two open cups (a small, uncovered stainless steel one and a larger rubber one that has an optional lid + straw) and a haakaa food dispensing spoon (think a silicone bottle, except thinner, that you need to squeeze to let out drops of liquid and with a spoon on the end) as options on hand. We could also use the same style no-leak straw bottle that he uses for water, or a standard hard closed cup with straw (he can drink out of my larger cups so this shouldn't be an issue). Any suggestions/ideas/thoughts/criticisms?
The second issue is that I have very little frozen breastmilk left, and I don't plan on pumping. So, assuming he does end up drinking the milk at daycare, and I go through everything I have in a week, what do I do then? Do I buy formula for him to drink for the last week before he turns 1? Do I go straight to cows milk? Can I just not do milk at all if he eats well? He loves yoghurt and cheese so I'm not really worried about his dairy intake, I'm way more concerned about comfort and overall calories, especially since he's not a great eater (we're hoping that will improve at daycare).

It's Asian American AAPI Month and there will be an Asian Creative Festival happening this weekend at Pier 57. It's got a pretty good lineup and is sponsored by many companies such as omnicom, jpmorgan chase, etc.
Get your tickets here - AAPI - Asian Creative Festival 2024 Tickets, Sat, May 18, 2024 at 10:30 AM Eventbrite
The event runs all day but you can pick and choose which session to go to and if you are going, we can meet during breaks/lunch or attend the sessions together. There's also a mini market of asian american vendors selling all sorts of creative wares.
Great for anyone with a creative streak, is a creator, or if you just want to come hang out and get inspired by the creativity of asian americans!

Hello, I've posted before about my situation with my husband who is the USC. Our marriage had to be rushed because I was affected by layoffs but we didn't have any problems proving our marriage was real because of all our joint history and well because it was real, just moved up. I've since been living together with my husband and share the same bank accounts.
Here's the problem - I moved into his apartment and he has an ongoing rift with his landlord where he doesn't want to sign a new lease with them because right now it's month to month after the previous one naturally expired. He is required to add everyone staying at the residence on his lease but doesn't want to add me on it because the landlord will use it as an opportunity to force him into a new tenured lease. He likes the flexibility of month to month and doesn't wanna lose it. As a result we don't have a ton of joint address evidence and as I've posted before we have found some fundamental incompatibilities that may mean we head for divorce but everything is amicable, there is no abuse - we're just very unhappy but still care and look out for each other deeply. If apply for a divorce waiver i751, would the following evidence be sufficient?

• Joint bank account showing both our direct deposits and usage (although there's no way to show this other than screenshots of our chase transactions)
• my car is registered here my credit card statement showing this address
• his utility bills showing this address
• we can get affidavits from friends and family too
• I'm on his health insurance from work
• I'm currently on his life insurance and other beneficiary
• he is beneficiary of my stock investments but I've almost sold my full position

I'm trying to convince him to go to couples counseling and he might relent so we might have invoices from that too.I didnt intend on this outcome for my life but here am, I am just really worried about the life I have built here over the last 10 years also so want some advice. Will the above case with that evidence look too fishy to USCIS? Should we just stay married until I get my GC? (And endure another 2-3 years of this unhappiness?

I just started a new account and used up my 150 free stones on bartenders. I managed to get 2 touka and 1 graciss. Are there any other cards I should roll for that would help with this team? I can complete the Sonia story and get 100 more stones from there to use if needed, or I could save those stones for a future godfest/ colab. I am also wondering how far the gifted starter team could legitimately take me? I was thinking of just using that for the time being if I couldn’t put together a touka team. Thanks.

You guys remember those IG lives scar did recently where he played a bunch of songs?? And they were all pretty much done?? And he claimed to have 70+ tracks in the vault or something??? Of course you probably remember that because you’re in this sub. Anyways the point I’m getting at is he’s been starving us of new material. I think we can all agree that it was very enjoyable to have 2 tapes per year for a time. I get that he wants to give us the best of the best or whatever but this is ridiculous. It would be great if he released one 20 song tape and a well put together experimental album per year. Sadly that doesn’t seem to be the world we live in. Perhaps he’s just been touring around too much to flesh out a project. Maybe it’s because Gina’s OF is doing really good and scar likes pleasing her more than us now idfk lol. We know it isn’t because he fell off his grind but shiiii Gina might be grinding on him too much for him to grind on what’s important which is us.. For music releases of course!! (okay that’s the last one I swear.) Either way he should really release something soon. I swear on the Gucci gang if it’s another 10 or less track album pack it just won’t do the trick just because of how long it’s been. Especially since it was a 30min 9 pack we got after a 9 month wait and now it’s nearing a year. Ehh I got bright eyes to keep me musically satisfied right now anyways. Nothing like Conor’s unmatched poetry to keep me questioning what made him so sad. Just like how I question how scar is always so genuinely pissed. I’m fine with wondering why he’s that way even though he has a Pstar cock, a very attractive GF, big house, lots of fans, fame, money, 10/10 genetics, super ripped/muscular, cars, his own clothing brand, unlimited gin, ect. I just don’t want to be questioning when the next drop is for this long. Anyways what do you guys think about scar cheating on us with some other thing?? Is he still invited to our birthday parties? Are our moms just going to be hitting on him the whole time? Or he is going to be acting all dark and mysterious in the corner? Or is it not even worth inviting him because he’s just going to make the same excuse as always which is “nah guys sorry I can’t hangout. My mom’s eating dinner tonight.”Should we still even allow him to play air soft with us in the woods? He always starts covering himself in blood and starts running around while not calling hits. What about our bowling get togethers? He’s always acting like he’s rolling someone’s severed head down the lane… hmm I can’t stay mad at him because all those things are what makes him our buddy, yippee! 🥳

I finished my undergrad with a bachelors in health science with a 3.197 gpa. Its been a year since then and I want to pursue physical therapy school. I was on a pre-pa track so I tried to keep my grades up, but throughout my undergrad I got so burned out/ numb between managing classes and going to school that I didnt finish out my pre-pa track.
I've already taken some DPT pre reqs during my undergrad. I just need to take chem 2, physics 2, and retake anatomy and physiology. I didnt do well during my freshman year and got 2.7 gpa with a C in bio101 and an F in precalc. Since then, I retook bio101 (got a B) and took bio101 lab (got an A). I took anatomy with a C (i almost got a B -_-) and physiology lecture with a D and physiology lab with an A. I took microbio (got an A) and lab (got a B). My gpa has an upward trend since freshman year but it dipped during my junior year when I took anatomy and physiology during my summefall junior year. I ended my last semester of college with a 3.76 gpa.
Since taking classes in a 4 year college cost an insane amount of money, I was thinking about taking the courses in community college (fafsa doesnt cover non degree seeking students so itd all be out of pocket aka nearly $10k for 16 credits)
Should I retake the courses in community college? Should I do a masters to boost my GPA? I know the PTCAS can calculate your cGPA differently than your school and Im barely past the minimum GPA of most DPT programs. Also I heard some school see taking courses in cc differently. Would it be bad to retake anatomy and physiology in community college when I already took it at a 4 year university during my undergrad?

Hello! My name is Tai, and as the title says I'm 28 years old, born and raised in Western Canada. I would consider myself an incredibly kind, caring and compassionate person capable of being empathetic and non-judgmental and hope to find someone similar to learn, grow and experience the best of life and humanity with.
A bit about me;
I'm biracial Asian and white, born to an Asian father and white mother. I'm beyond passionate about music! I'm a self-taught pianist, I need to sing like I need to breathe and I'm currently teaching myself to play guitar. If I could make music for a living and share my art with the world, move people with my sound and bring people together, my heart would overflow with happiness. I love fashion as as art and one of the highest forms of self expression. I love seeing the confidence and comfort in those who find their style and rock it unapologetically. I'm just as comfortable staying in and gaming or binge-watching a good show as I am going out and exploring the wilderness, though I do genuinely and wholeheartedly appreciate any opportunity I have to just soak in and be in awe of nature. Animals. I have the softest spot for any and all animals and grossly sob watching rescue videos on Instagram. If you have animals, I want to see them please and thank you.
More importantly though, I'm really big on communication and active listening, and though sometimes struggle as we all do from time to time, always do my best to ensure others feel heard and validated so we can work on the problems at hand effectively and thoughtfully.
We're all humans just trying to piece together and make our way through life for the first time and I acknowledge that we are all far from perfect, I just want to find someone who wants to put in the work with me to kind of just have a beautiful and fulfilling life full of the good and bad that we can get through together.
Thank you for reading

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hello! me and my bf are looking for a d2 group that we can possibly join to play together with sometime.
we are both interested in doing pantheon, which we have both tried but unfortunately did with people who do not yet know how to do each encounter. we have both done all raids/dungeons available, and can do pretty much any role. also would be nice to have people interested in farming without having to resort to lfg! (i’m trying to farm the gm this week and he still needs to do legend onslaught)
can do both playstation and discord vc! im not too interested in joining the huge clan/lfg discords i see going around, and would rather focus on finding just one group to play with. please no tryhards either! while we take the game seriously and want to be as efficient as possible, don’t be the type of person to get upset over one wipe :(
they’re a hunter main, and dabbles on warlock if needed. i’m also a hunter main who feels comfortable on all three classes! dm for psn/bungie/discord, we’ll be on around 11am est and can try doing some activities together!