Howdy! I’m looking for 1 player for a DnD 5e campaign that’s going to be taking place every other Saturday at 4:30pm pst. We play on Foundry, no need to have it all you need is a link, and we’re starting at level 1 so players of all experiences are welcome.
An overview of the campaign setting:
Tamrashyyk is run by House Balaur, a family known to be the descendants of the first ever Dragonborn created. They’ve long since been holed up in their keep, deep within the northern territories of the country neglecting all but their nearest townships. Unfortunately for the outlying towns and villages, the Radiant Rats are the power that control the roads and provide for those that can afford it. Most cannot. The Rats set up many different checkpoints under the guise of protecting those in their lands. Due to the dangers of such a job, they’ve imposed taxes on towns and villages, as well as implementing steep tolls for those that wish to travel safely by land, allowing the Rats to operate efficiently.
Once a home to many dragons in need of slaying, three prominent families made names for themselves as powerful mainstays of the land. The Charont, The Rafelle, The Zygonian. With Dragon’s extinct after the Sibling War, these families took their power and tried to change with the world. The Charont and the Zygonian were the largest of the families, most turned to mercenary work, but with the Rats taking over work couldn’t be afforded. Some wound up joining the Rats as enforcers, others took what money they had left and turned it into drink. The Rafelle turned to more charitable and experimental works. They run a large orphanage and spearhead research into being blood hunters, hunting for the sake of the world.
Clouds magically block the sun from appearing during the day, parting at night to reveal the illumination of both the moons. This is one of the many reasons that makes Tamrashyyk a refuge for those that would otherwise never have called this place home. A safe haven for the not so safe, a reprieve from the sunlight brings in the kinds of creatures that wouldn’t thrive anywhere else. The lack of any governing power brings in those that would find themselves fleeing from persecution or seeking to do something most laws would normally prevent. Rogue wizards, criminals, and even those brimming with the hope of adventure find themselves at Bistanwall, the village at the outskirts of Tamrashyyk, seeking to find themselves further in.
Tamrashyyk is a land of danger, escaped experiments, creatures that dwell best in darkness, criminals, rogue wizards, and so much more. For many, that keeps them out, for a few, that welcomes them in. Welcome to Tamrashyyk.
This campaign is going to be a more sandbox style adventure where you chose what it is you want to do in a place ripe with different hooks to catch your attention. With over arching hooks that will make for grand adventures, great stakes, and greater loot.
I’ll also work with you to make sure your character feels like a real character in the world with a story that won’t just be forgotten for what lies ahead. :)
The campaign is going to take inspiration from Castlevania, The Witcher games, Dragon Age, Full Metal Alchemist, Mass Effect, and Star Wars! (it will still be fantasy, don’t worry) Plus more, I’m sure I’m forgetting something, and I get inspired by whatever I’m reading/watching/playing at the time anyway.
Player Requirements: Looking for players who are at least 21 and can consistently make the session. Foundry can be a bit heavy resource wise, so a desktop may be helpful. We play through discord so a decent mic is preferred. You don’t need to have TTRPG experience, I’ve worked plenty with players that have no experience and am well versed to bringing new players up to speed.
Joining Process: Fill out what’s below either in this thread, in a DM, or hit me up on discord: jackthewise.
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i'm a vulnerable narc. when i was in high school, sure i had an extremely low self esteem, but i usually still blamed everyone else for most problems. it was like, when everything was fine then everything was fine and i didn't put anyone down, but if there was a mistake in something and i felt like i'm being blamed for it, i felt extremely threatened, i got very defensive and often blamed everyone else.
i gradually stopped doing this as i grew up because i realized it's kind of shitty, but then i slipped into the other extreme, and i blamed everything on myself. subconsciously i kinda have been all along, but i stopped doing this surface thing of blaming others. this was probably what changed my mental health issues from being consistently shitty on about the same level to more ups and downs, or more like downs and worse lmao, it changed between suicidal ideation and being more or less okay. this began at the end of high school but that was a slight change, my mental health went downhill severely in lockdown, that's when it became extreme. so at least some of it was kicked off by lockdown so probably partly by isolation.
i now have a job. shocker lmao, i didn't actually die of having to have a job. before, i only had this temporary job that was totally solitary. now i work as an assistant so that's kind of a peopley job. not too bad, but kinda. before i started the job, i saw jobs in general as minefields of chances to fail and hurt my ego. it did kinda suck at first but not as bad as i thought (with the help of some medication), but i'm also not blaming myself as much. like i kinda do but i kinda don't. it's a bit of a fight in my mind, was the tool being stupid or did i fuck up? was that person being unreasonable or am i useless? i think i've been saying the part that makes me seem blameless so much that i half-believe it. you know, complaining is somewhat of a national sport in my country, it's unlikely that someone will side eye me if i complain about a tool being shitty. kinda brought up my manipulative side tbh, like, i admit to some of my fuckups so i seem honest but blame everything else most of the time, so i don't seem stupid.
the problem is not even i really know what's the truth. the tools are in fact kinda shitty so the tools not working has about as much likelihood as me fucking up. i often jump to blaming everything else so i don't feel like shit, it probably at least partially has to do with having less time, so i can't wallow in shit all day. but i genuinely don't know. when i was in my extreme blaming myself state, people said it was obviously the mental illness and that nothing i thought was real about these things. now i seem more optimistic, but am i? or did i just turn shitty again? my best friend says she's never seen such improvement from me before. but i don't even know if i'm telling her the truth, it might be a combination of me now blaming everyone else and with some maturity being a bit better at it than i used to be. it's not on purpose, it just kinda happens and i don't know. thinking i'm just fooling everyone seems like the mental illness talking, and everyone, therapists included, were very adamant about me being a bit delusional when i blamed myself for everything, so this is supposed to be an improvement, but is it real?
sorry this was very long

He’s 16 weeks old and it’s pretty obvious I uprooted him from his original environment.
His initial reactions to being away the first week were really positive! Didn’t seem like he missed being outside at all. Then I noticed he was in the litter more, but wasn’t straining just taking longer.
Then I noticed he’s sleeping 15-20 hours during the day so it’s like he’s not a normal kitten. Before he’d be running around causing trouble and mewing LOUDLY. Now he’s sleeping a lot and seems generally disinterested. This is week 2 btw so it hasn’t even been 3 weeks that he’s been off the Island.
I have a 4yo cat and the first week they fought but became pals. He’s not even interested in fighting with my other cat anymore.
I took him to the vet and they confirmed his stomach flora was messed up (overgrowth) and said it could be a parasite or it’s likely the change in his diet to more protein rich foods.
Parasite test was negative and he’s on Metronidazole and prebiotics to his meals for the next week. His behavior hasn’t really improved. Sometimes he will scamper around or mew loudly, he’s still eating and peeing/pooping.
Is it possible that he is depressed?

Hello all! I'm a women and I'm 24 years old and I have a twin sister. All my life I lived under the shadow of my sister: she's an extrovert and I'm an introvert! Besides that she always cared a lot of her appearance so she always wears make up, has her hair done, wears pretty clothes, etc... she's like that since we start to be teenagers until now. On the other hand, I don't wear make up all the time and I use my natural hair. So since we were teenagers she has been much more prettier than me, she has a prettier face, a nicer body and perhaps a better personality.
Basically I grew up feeling jealous of her since we were kids until now! When we were kids the envy was more because she made a lot of friends and I had no friends to play with. From 13 years old until now the envy is more about her being much prettier than me, having a nicer body than me, having multiple guys all around her, having many boyfriends, having a lot of friends... I consider myself pretty as well but I just can't handle the fact that she is my twin sister and she's way more prettier than me! Everyone know that even my only boyfriend I ever had commented on her beauty.
My sister always helped me in everything, she always tried to include me in her plans (because I don't have a lot of friends) so for example I only started to go out at clubs with heher friends and I also travelled with heher friends, etc. But at the end of the day, I'm always sad and jealous because the friends aren't mine and I will never be as pretty as she.
We have always been in the same class in school so I have always been compared to her. I have always listened to comments from friends and family like "why don't you start to be more like your sister and dress better?" or "why don't you go out with your friends more like your sister?". It came to a point where I didn't wanted to be seen with my sister beside me or I didn't wanted people to know that I have a twin sister!! I just hate walking anywhere with her next to each other because I always see the guys looking at her and try to make eyes at her and never to me.
Things got a little better when we were 18 and we went to university because we had to split up and went on separate ways for the first time! I started to be more independent of her and having a little more friends and trying to do things without her. And I loved the feeling about anyone knowing that I had a twin sister and no one compared me to her. But as soon as I mentioned I has a twin sister, everyone asked for a photo of her and then I felt inferior to her again...
Now we are both working but we still live together and we spend most of the time together and now she is on her best fit life (she goes to the gym everyday). She has an incredible body and I spend my life listening to people complimenting her body, which makes me feel like shit even though I also go to the gym regularly but she's way better than me.
So I would like to ask you advice on what to do to not feel like this anymore towards my sister, because at the end of the day I love her and it's not her fault.

My company Chalkless, is attending a tradeshow in June in Salt Lake City and looking for a social media content creatovideographer to help us film content at the event, we would be looking to hire just 1 person who preferably can film off a smartphone, but also open to affordable video cameras. We would need someone for most likely 3 days (June 17th - 19th) and for 8 hours on the first 2 days and 6 hours on the last day, but open to working with the hours needed.
Is this something you can offer? If so, what would you price points look like, trying to keep the budget under $2500 - $3000 if possible.

Choosing the best running shoes involves:

• Understanding your foot type (flat, neutral, or high arch).
• Knowing your pronation pattern (overpronation, neutral, or underpronation).
• Considering your running terrain (road, trail, or track).
• Ensuring a proper fit with adequate room in the toe box.
• Selecting the right level of cushioning and support based on your needs.

Stick to reputable brands, balance your budget, and replace shoes every 300-500 miles. Always listen to your body for signs of discomfort. This guide helps you find the perfect pair to enhance performance and prevent injuries.

Understanding Your Foot Type

Know Your Arch

First things first, understand your foot arch type. There are three main types:

• Flat Feet: Minimal to no arch. This often leads to overpronation.
• Neutral Arch: A standard arch. Suitable for most types of running shoes.
• High Arch: Excessive arch. This can lead to underpronation.

Pronation Patterns

Pronation refers to how your foot rolls inward upon landing. Knowing your pronation type helps you choose shoes that offer the right support.

• Overpronation: Foot rolls inward excessively. Look for stability or motion-control shoes.
• Neutral Pronation: Foot rolls inward naturally. Most running shoes will suit you.
• Underpronation (Supination): Foot rolls outward. Cushioned shoes are your best bet.

Consider Your Running Terrain

Where you run plays a big role in choosing your shoes.

Road Running

If you run primarily on pavements, look for:

• Lightweight shoes: For speed and flexibility.
• Cushioning: To absorb the impact of hard surfaces.

Trail Running

For off-road running, consider:

• Trail shoes: With aggressive treads for grip.
• Protective features: Like toe guards and rock plates to shield against obstacles.

Track Running

If you hit the track:

• Spikes: For better grip and speed.
• Minimal cushioning: For lighter weight and faster sprints.

Comfort and Fit

Size Matters

Your running shoes should fit snugly but not too tight. Ensure enough room in the toe box, about a thumb's width from your longest toe to the shoe's end.

Try Them On

Always try on shoes later in the day when your feet are more swollen. Wear the socks you intend to run in to get the best fit.

Break-In Period

Remember, running shoes don't usually require a break-in period. If they feel uncomfortable initially, they are likely not the right shoes for you.

Support and Cushioning

Cushioning Levels

Choose the cushioning based on your comfort and running style:

• Maximalist: Extra cushioning for a plush feel and shock absorption.
• Minimalist: Less cushioning for a natural running feel.

Support Features

Depending on your pronation type, you might need additional support:

• Arch support: Essential for flat feet and high arches.
• Heel counters: Help keep your foot stable.

Brand and Budget

Reputable Brands

Stick to well-known brands like Nike, Adidas, Asics, Brooks, and New Balance. These brands often offer a range of shoes tailored to different needs and offer reliable quality.

Budget Considerations

Investing in a good pair of running shoes is crucial. Prices typically range from $50 to $200. While higher-end shoes offer advanced technology, mid-range shoes can also provide excellent support and durability.

Additional Tips

Replace Regularly

Running shoes typically last 300 to 500 miles. Tracking your mileage can help you know when it's time for a new pair.

Listen to Your Body

Pay attention to any discomfort or pain during or after running. It might be a sign that your shoes are not the right fit.

Final Thought

Choosing the best running shoes involves:

• Understanding your foot type.
• Considering your running terrain.
• Ensuring the perfect fit.
• Selecting the right level of support and cushioning.

Following these guidelines, you can find a pair that enhances your performance and keeps you comfortable and injury-free. Happy running!
Choosing the best running shoes involves:

• Understanding your foot type (flat, neutral, or high arch).
• Knowing your pronation pattern (overpronation, neutral, or underpronation).
• Considering your running terrain (road, trail, or track).
• Ensuring a proper fit with adequate room in the toe box.
• Selecting the right level of cushioning and support based on your needs.

Stick to reputable brands, balance your budget, and replace shoes every 300-500 miles. Always listen to your body for signs of discomfort. This guide helps you find the perfect pair to enhance performance and prevent injuries.

Understanding Your Foot Type

Know Your Arch

First things first, understand your foot arch type. There are three main types:

• Flat Feet: Minimal to no arch. This often leads to overpronation.
• Neutral Arch: A standard arch. Suitable for most types of running shoes.
• High Arch: Excessive arch. This can lead to underpronation.

Pronation Patterns

Pronation refers to how your foot rolls inward upon landing. Knowing your pronation type helps you choose shoes that offer the right support.

• Overpronation: Foot rolls inward excessively. Look for stability or motion-control shoes.
• Neutral Pronation: Foot rolls inward naturally. Most running shoes will suit you.
• Underpronation (Supination): Foot rolls outward. Cushioned shoes are your best bet.

Consider Your Running Terrain

Where you run plays a big role in choosing your shoes.

Road Running

If you run primarily on pavements, look for:

• Lightweight shoes: For speed and flexibility.
• Cushioning: To absorb the impact of hard surfaces.

Trail Running

For off-road running, consider:

• Trail shoes: With aggressive treads for grip.
• Protective features: Like toe guards and rock plates to shield against obstacles.

Track Running

If you hit the track:

• Spikes: For better grip and speed.
• Minimal cushioning: For lighter weight and faster sprints.

Comfort and Fit

Size Matters

Your running shoes should fit snugly but not too tight. Ensure enough room in the toe box, about a thumb's width from your longest toe to the shoe's end.

Try Them On

Always try on shoes later in the day when your feet are more swollen. Wear the socks you intend to run in to get the best fit.

Break-In Period

Remember, running shoes don't usually require a break-in period. If they feel uncomfortable initially, they are likely not the right shoes for you.

Support and Cushioning

Cushioning Levels

Choose the cushioning based on your comfort and running style:

• Maximalist: Extra cushioning for a plush feel and shock absorption.
• Minimalist: Less cushioning for a natural running feel.

Support Features

Depending on your pronation type, you might need additional support:

• Arch support: Essential for flat feet and high arches.
• Heel counters: Help keep your foot stable.

Brand and Budget

Reputable Brands

Stick to well-known brands like Nike, Adidas, Asics, Brooks, and New Balance. These brands often offer a range of shoes tailored to different needs and offer reliable quality.

Budget Considerations

Investing in a good pair of running shoes is crucial. Prices typically range from $50 to $200. While higher-end shoes offer advanced technology, mid-range shoes can also provide excellent support and durability.

Additional Tips

Replace Regularly

Running shoes typically last 300 to 500 miles. Tracking your mileage can help you know when it's time for a new pair.

Listen to Your Body

Pay attention to any discomfort or pain during or after running. It might be a sign that your shoes are not the right fit.

Final Thought

Choosing the best running shoes involves:

• Understanding your foot type.
• Considering your running terrain.
• Ensuring the perfect fit.
• Selecting the right level of support and cushioning.

Following these guidelines, you can find a pair that enhances your performance and keeps you comfortable and injury-free. Happy running!

Hello. I might be getting my first role in voice acting. Here is a character description:
OLAV PETERSEN, a cameo role, is Papa's son, preternaturally inquisitive and mysteriously wise beyond his 11 years. It's his first Grind, the ritual mass slaughter of pilot whales in the Faroe Islands. His premonitions of something dark, horrific and unnatural on this day's hunt go unheeded by Papa and so, when the supernatural turning-of-the-tables is set in motion, only Olav has the mental strength to resist the mass siren's call to slaughter visited upon the townsfolk. He heroically saves classmate, Liv, as well as Papa but must make a terrible sacrifice in the process.
He has a danish accent and I need help voicing him. Please offer any advice for me. Thank you.

Hey all,
So, i've been using TTP for about a month and a half. Due to some work relates travel and the struggles mentioned below, i've only been able to complete the first three sections (quant basics, CR identify the assumption, and linear and quadratic equations) since starting.
I have absolutely no math background and am having to build from the bottom up when it comes to learning everything.
I did well on the quant basics and great on CR assumption chapter tests. Then came along quadratic equations.
I went through the chapter, took notes, did fairly well on practice problems, and thought I was learning it relatively well. Took the first easy chapter test. 53%.
I was discouraged, felt stupid, and didn't want to continue for a couple days. Once I garnered the motivation to continue, I reviewed my mistakes and took all the tests.
I ended up averaging about 70% on easy tests, 55% on medium, and 38% on hard tests. Again, I felt dumb. I knew I couldn't move onto the next chapter and had to spend more time on this. This meant daily reshuffling of tasks to continue learning past material, which didn't feel great.
But, through constant reviewing of mistakes, focusing on weak points, and not letting self doubt take over, i've made a large improvement in about 5 days.
I made a custom chapter test with 40 questions from easy, medium, and hard test banks. Although I could remember some answers if I saw them, I never allowed myself to peek at them before I had solved the problem on re-tests as to not ruin the learning process.
The test gave me 15 easy questions, 15 medium questions, and 10 hard questions. I ended up getting 15/15 on easy, 12/15 on medium, and 7/10 on hard.
While this is clearly far from mastery, I'm incredibly pleased with my progress. I believe within another few days I will be able to consider myself as having mastered this chapter.
I make this post to say that if I can do it, anyone can. Good luck!

So i recently started working at dairy queen (grill and chill location) and i have done almost everything just not grill. I usually like to do chill but a coworker (let’s call her jane) was in chill already so i had to do service. I don’t know if it’s just my location but here we make the blizzard as normal and leave the spoon in for the service person to slide the lid over with the spoon handle sticking out, put in tray or bag depending on if it’s one or multiple.. on my first week of doing chill she told me to take spoons out and i thought that was just protocol, so i did. but with other coworkers in service, they simply put the lid over the spoon. and i find that easier than making the chill ppl lose time to do something so unnecessary. Next day I am in chill and jane is in service as usual .so i just put the mobile order blizzard up front and i am yelled at by her, saying CAN YOU TAKE THE SPOON OUT . and im already annoyed bc its busy szn and it was a friday night , so i snap at her saying weren’t you in chill last night and she says yea what about it . you were leaving the spoon in and i didnt ask you to take it out just put the fucking lid over it like everyone else and stop being a bitch. and immediately she starts laughing at me with her fav coworkers and says i don’t know what the attitude is for like you’re literally new and i asked you a simple question. so i asked other coworkers and they said that my method is the usual but i want to know what other stores do.

So, I have been working for a Holiday Inn Express for a little over 2 months now, and the first two weeks were not so bad. Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays were pretty decent, getting out between 2:30pm - 4:30pm. Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays were busier as expected, with hours from 9:30am - 5:00 - 6:00pm the latest.
Out of the 4 new trainees that started when I did, only me, and another girl stayed, with the other two not showing up anymore. I do have years of experience with cleaning residential homes, and offices, but never housekeeping. I understand there is a certain quota the hotel needs to reach, especially when there are last minute check-ins and such, but another housekeeper left, along with another houseman.
I am the only male on staff, and all of the women are hard-working, and we all support each other when one gets done before the other, and help out to get each other out a little earlier. But the last 3 weeks have been a complete disaster. There are now only 4 housekeepers on schedule a day, and 1 houseman, and the expectations that are put on us are absolutely unrealistic, and unreasonable.
Just yesterday, I was given a board that had 24 rooms, and no rollovers. There was absolutely no way I was going to finish these rooms before 7pm, by myself. I had the entire 3rd floor, with 4 stayovers on floor 2. I haven't even finished stripping my rooms yet, since all linens need to down to laundry by 1pm. I have my head manager hounding me at 11:50am if I had any rooms done yet, because the supervisor for the day called out like she always does, leaving no one to check finished rooms, or help make some beds.
So I finished the stayovers first, with two being full-services, and went ham on my rooms on floor 3. Half of my rooms were double beds, and we're told to do those first. I'm an athlete, and I'm having trouble keeping up, and the manager is up our asses, with absolutely no positive reinforcement whatsoever. One girl actually started crying and I consoled her because she was so overwhelmed with the workload. Our estimated finish time on our boards was "7:12pm" and we still had rooms left. So when the lady that does supervise (She was housekeeping this day) was done, she started making beds for us, and asked the manager if he could rollover the rest of the rooms, and he gives her the biggest attitude.
We all literally just left after that, because we were all exhausted, and have been driven into the ground these past few weeks. The next morning our head supervisor comes back from her week vacation, and is reprimanding us for "Negativity spreading throughout the staff" and she has the audacity to blame it on us, as if we're the problem for the hotel being understaffed.
This place is horrifically managed, and I'm not sure I will last much longer. Sorry this is so long, but it's starting to affect my mental health, along with the rest of the women. Sucks because I need this job right now. The typical 13-14 rooms is fine, but almost 25 rooms, with stayovers is so abnormal. Not sure how else to deal with this anymore.

so I got my first HRT pills yesterday and my doctor told me to take them orally, I asked about sublingually but she said that they hadn't been tested for that and that anybody who was taking them sublingually was just "experimenting". I don't really know what that means. The pills I got are zumenon, estradiol hemihydrate and I'm meant to be taking 1 a day (2mg).
A friend of mine was suggesting I just take it sublingually anyway, but I was looking through past reddit posts and I saw people say that if you're on 1 dose a day then you shouldn't do sublingually because it's better to be on a consistent level rather a high peak and then low levels the rest of the day. should i do sublingually even tho im only taking one? or maybe try cut them so im taking 1mg? or should i just take a whole pill twice a day sublingually even though the doc said 1? thanks.

https://imgur.com/a/gwF6TE5
The first photo was two years ago today heavy in substance use. The last one is the most recent photo of me on my birthday.
I used alcohol to cope with my mental illnesses OCD and ADHD. I had reached out for help for years and while it kept me alive, I had issues every day.
I put the drinks down and I got off meds that were not in good combo with alcohol. My psychiatrist is amazing, quitting the booze helped my mental health, and now I am coping in much healthier ways.
I have also lost over 50 pounds and I feel so much better. I remember the first few months I never thought I would make it this far. But I did. And you can too.
Thank you to this sub for being honestly my primary resource in getting sober. Reading stories here and relating helped me so much in those early months.
I’m getting married in a month. I am so happy. I never thought I would make it this far, and especially without alcohol!!
IWNDWYT 🩷🩷🩷

So, my first experience with extract was the brand name 7ohmz tablets. I had them from a local shop, and again from a different local shop. I was thrilled to find this bc I suffer from chronic pain and they are perfect for when I'm in a bad flare. So, I haven't had any for maybe 5-6 days, and today I received my order from Payless with them. I took a half and nothing, so then the other half. and now another half. and nothing. I've seen them recommended as a reputable vendor. Could I have possibly gotten a tolerance by consuming 6 pills over 3 days, and then a 6 day break? Why do these seem to be...nothing? Any input is appreciated.

So my pc is randomly shutting off like the title says when first getting it up it was really bad one stick of ram didn't work so I went in and moved it to see if it was the slot and it didn't work for like 6 months of swiping parts and a bunch of stuff I got it up and then recently it has started acting up it started about a month ago were it would randomly shut off from anywhere from like 5 mins between shut ofs to a day me and my friends tried everything to get it working . I gave up at some point and just went to micro center and had them deal with it they updated the bios seamed fine they gave it back then like a week and a half later it started doing it gain so I gave it back to them they changed the ram looked like it worked gave it back then like 2-3 weeks later I has started to do it again and now we are here . When the shutting of started it was going into bios but it stopped doing that at some point
Parts list: https://pcpartpicker.com/list/fZgkt7

I'm 18F, 155 cm (a little over 5ft) tall and currently weigh 48 kg (105lbs) so I'm still at normal weight. During the last couple of years my mom has lost a lot of weight by exercising and having better eating habits. Her medicine has reduced the feelings of hunger so she has eaten less than before. Now she gets compliments from family and friends about how she's lost so much weight.
Some time ago I also decided to start losing weight to look good on my graduation. It didn't go according to plan so I've lost only 2 kg (4.4 lbs) since last fall (starting weight 50 kg (110 lbs). I've gained a little bit of muscle on my legs and lost some fat overall. Unfortunately it's not very noticable.
Of course I'm happy that my mom is healthier now but it sometimes pisses me off. Like one day me and my parents were having pizza and my dad asked whether we wanted more before putting the rest in the fridge. A simple "no" wasn't enough for my mom, she just had to say "one slice was enough for me, I ate so much at work." Like WTF? You were the one who wanted pizza in the first place why would you want it if you're not hungry?! Maybe it was just an excuse to flex on me because I ate like 4 or 5 slices. Maybe she once again ate some shitty porridge in the morning and nothing at work and wanted to show off how she's not a fucking pig like me. The next day when I thought about it, it made me cry and almost feel sick. I'd never felt so shit in my life. I hate to say it but cutting myself at that moment was like drug.
Some other instances are for example when we're like "there's still some food left" (for one person) and she's like "nahh I'll have some yogurt". Bitch eat the food I don't want to eat it tommorow! I want a healthy low calorie breakfast and then a warm meal and I would like to eat it fresh especially if I'm the one who's made it. Me refusing food and eating healthier stuff instead would never fly but my mom has different rules apparently.
I don't know if it's her meds or what but she has been throwing up more than before. Not much, maybe like once a month or something but it too pisses me off. A few days ago she was doing some yard work outside when she went to the toilet to throw up just as I was about to go on a walk. Maybe she had yet again eaten too little and thus felt sick or maybe she did it on purpose. The toilet is next to my room so I conviniently heard everything. Anyway it pissed me off because she just nulled everything she ate that day while I had to go on a walk for 3 hours to burn 500 cals. I've wanted to throw up many times but never actually done it because it's disgusting. One time I squatted in front of the toilet for 1.5 hours just to end up gagging a few times while occasionally going to the window to see if parents were coming home yet. The next day my legs were sore like I had been to the gym.
She also sometimes complains about not feeling well and sighs very annoingly. If you're not feeling good then just eat! Eating is the easy part, not eating is the hard part. Why does everyone else has to know that you're feeling sick for eating only once yesterday. Like, when I start skipping breakfast my dad immediately hits the roof but doesn't say anything about my mom. When I don't eat I definitely just keep it to myself.
It's kinda scary that I'm having such mean thoughts about my mom but I feel like I have to let it out. She's a good mom and I love her but she (and dad) pisses me off so much. I wish I could move out so I could decide what I eat, when I eat and how much I eat.
Some day people will admire how I've lost weight. Some day they will feel sorry for me. Some day I will be better than everyone else. We both already have a mood disorder but only one of us gets to be skinny. Eating problems is not a spot I am willing to share.

Conner sat listening to music while the history class droned on endlessly. What is the point of learning history? War never changes, right? It seemed tedious. What does history have to do with how powerful and cool a mech is, or how sweet it is to be a mech knight?
"When the darkness came from outside, only the humans knew what was happening. It was war, war from outside the peaceful galaxy. War that had started when the Milky Way first showed the twinkling signs of life. One insane intelligence, old as time, would not tolerate another living galaxy. Each must be consumed by its own weight, and only death may prevail.
Humans instinctively knew this, as the chosen ones, the T-Cells of the galaxy. When their alien friends started getting ravaged and marauded by the scouts of the Dark Beings, humans responded, retaliating with unbridled ferocity and driving the otherwise unstoppable enemies back into the darkness.
It was a frightening time, and it only got worse when the massive cloud of shade was identified as the locust fleet that had sailed for billions of years, the Silent Empty Eternal Darkness Sailors, as they called themselves. They were nothing but dormant hives, sleeping forever, ready to wake and kill and self-destruct, make the galaxy dead. They could have done so, but humans stood in their way, an unpredictable enemy, capable of war.
That is why human worlds were directly targeted by their commandos. Massive singular monsters of ungodly visage were deployed to human worlds, spawning armies of miniature satraps of the horrors, to pillage and assault human worlds, turning them into hellscapes of death and destruction. The alien friends of the humans did not sit entirely idle, they helped by selling powerful new weapons and armor to the humans who kept retaliating against the Dark Beings with ever more powerful and vengeful mech."
Conner perked up at the part about the mech. Various famous chassis flashed across the screen in cool paint and poses with alien worlds in their backdrop and accounting for their neatly colored camouflage plates. He paid attention to the famous battles, where humans had defeated the Dark Beings in honorable combat.
"Conner, do you know what made your clan's father and mother such great mech knights?" his teacher asked.
"They learned from their mistakes." Conner sighed.
"They learned from other people's mistakes. They studied all of our defeats, all the times the Dark Beings annihilated entire battalions or overwhelmed our defenses. It is a much heavier volume. We learn little from victory except that now the enemy will try to better themselves again. When they win, they use the same tactics again - that's when we win. We don't use the same tactics again, for they will be ready when we try. We conceptualize and learn their thoughts, through their actions. They do not understand us. It is our only advantage, for each progression of our tech is met by another evolution of their monsters. Someday we will not be able to make a stronger bullet to match their stronger armor. We must anticipate a limit to this war, and fight accordingly."
"I can only anticipate getting into a mech and fighting bugs!" Conner had said. His teacher had given him that look. Nobody else got that look. Conner got it everywhere. He thought back to those days, he'd really thought he'd see action, in a mech, fighting bugs.
The rest of his class went on to become mech knights. All of them had seen action. Of course, none of them were left alive, and few of their mech were salvaged. Except, Pharlie.
Her mech was the third in a row of ones hit by a single plasma beam of the enemy. While the first two were instantly blown to atomic dust, her mech was only knocked over and set on fire. The ejection seat in the cockpit had the one and a half seconds needed to egress the mech knight safely.
She'd spent some time in relieved-of-duty status on Maranda Beach before she insisted they give her something to do. They quickly evaluated her and decided she wasn't fit for duty in a mech. Something about 'shutting down the Berserker Program' and 'protocols preventing reinstating anyone who qualifies to pilot a Berserker Mech'. Not happening under Admiral Khaspa.
"How's getting into a mech and fighting bugs, Conner? Still anticipating it?" Pharlie asked her old classmate.
"You are under my command. Watch your tone, I run a cruel shift." Conner grumbled.
"Aye, Skipper." Pharlie cringed, realizing the bureaucrat Conner had no sense of humor anymore. She decided to make it her personal mission to work on that. Conner with no humor didn't sound fun.
That scene in the classroom was a long time ago, but it was with Conner like it just happened. He hated Pharlie, because she stood for his humiliation, and wanted to humiliate her, but then he hated himself for feeling that way. He resolved to leave her be because he didn't want to feed his own calloused resentments.
"We've got work to do. We are reassigned to military surplus salvage. This job just keeps getting better. I used to think I would somehow be tested on a battlefield to save the galaxy, but out here I just get tested by boredom. I don't even feel the shame of these janitorial jobs anymore, I'm numb to it." Conner said to Pharlie, the next time they spoke. Pharlie realized he was trying to be nice to her and asked him:
"You'd rather be dead, or be me?" She wondered.
"Yeah. You don't know what it is like flying around delivering stuff and counting crap. I hate it. I could've made an actual difference." Conner complained personally.
Pharlie smiled and said: "You'd have made no more difference than the rest of us did. You don't know what a victory against the bugs costs, do you? You think you just have to stand there bravely shooting back and if you die, oh well, otherwise it's all glory. It's never like that. It hurts, it hurts a lot, because you don't die. Everyone else does. And for what? We just play the same game again next weekend, and it never changes."
"That's war." Conner nodded. "What am I doing? I bring supplies to remote outposts. It's pointless."
"Not anymore, they reassigned us to go pick up supplies, remember?" Pharlie pointed out.
"Oh yeah - don't remind me, just when I though my life couldn't be more tedious or pointless." Conner fell silent, realizing he sounded weak and small, complaining so much. He wished he was stoic, but he had a chance to confide in Pharlie, and he had taken it. Pharlie said:
"You're right. But let's make the most of it." And she smiled, so Conner decided that letting someone know just how miserable he was wasn't entirely a bad thing. He just wished he could somehow just be good with it, without having to use drugs or somesuch. He really felt like his combat skills were going to waste, sitting on a ship for long years, asleep and going around picking up supplies. As Pharlie had pointed out, they weren't even delivering them anymore, new mission, go get all that stuff the aliens made over the centuries for the war effort.
Rhema loomed in the distance. "We are picking up artwork on this world. Are you kidding me? The manifest shows it is categorized as artwork. So this community of variety-hour aliens have compiled some kind of treasure trove of fine art. This is asinine." Pharlie offered.
"That's enough of that." Conner chastised her formally on the deck, but he was smiling as he said it. He loved having her there stating his real feelings. "The mission is to acquire this propaganda, it is deemed useful to the war effort."
The world was like melted orange-cream covered in brown fog, a desolate radiated landscape below testified to the destructive power of the Unknown. The same Dark Beings had taken shots from the darkness with precise aim and killed some of the older aliens, such as the Frendsikeel. Long ago the peaceful otter people had lived happily on Rhema, inviting trade via broadcast.
After meeting an assortment of artist-aliens wearing shimmering dark-colored robes and cowls, the human delegate collecting military surplus accepted the crates of fine art, packed for their shipping across the stars, trusted to nobody except the human military to safely transport it.
"Conner." A call came in from Supply Command Unk Gheldin, Conner's commander. "You just earned me a promotion. The patrons of Rhema have instituted a check as a downpayment on our services. It's enough to build an entire warship. These aliens are loaded and just became our daddy. You're doing good work out there, the war effort thanks you!"
"I'll be sure and handle with care." Conner saluted diligently.
The next world was Arienta, populated by what was left of aliens who looked like huge anthropomorphic tarantulas.
"We've perfected a drug that can induce Star Sleep in humans. They said it was not possible for such belligerent minds to Star Sleep, but our colony of volunteers have allowed us to test every kind of euphoria and pleasure-inducing drug we could on them. Most species wouldn't have such a supply of volunteers, but humans come from far and wide to live as our guests, accepting our hospitality for their entire lives, saying they don't ever want to leave." The high priestess of the Blue Light Watchers, Rhoxa Billi, explained the doped humans lounging around everywhere.
"They look like slackers, sir." Pharlie said loudly.
"That's enough of that." Conner admonished her, but was smiling, glad she said what he was thinking. He faced the high priestess formally and said:
"We'll take this drug, and thank you for your hard work." Conner waved his fingers in the spiritual way to show he knew the sacred gratitude of the Blue Light Watchers. He'd studied how to do it on the way over, practicing it for days until he was confident he could do it right.
The next stop was Basilik, an industrialized wasteland where the Sunder had hundreds of thousands of giant humanoid machines, in loincloths, working tirelessly to drag massive monolithic super metal beams across rollers, up ramps to assemble indestructible mech chassis to sell to the humans.
"Sir, we take shipments from here all the time. What are we here for?" Pharlie asked.
"Not a what, a whom." Conner said.
The casket of the revered Exalted Inquisitor Eshka Layenna was loaded on board, but it was not made by Sunder. No, it was tech from some other society, preserving her eternally in a state of dormancy, a kind of molecular stasis.
"We're taking her back to the ones who put her in there. They have a gift for us. She is our gift for them. The Sunder have agreed to this, in the name of the war effort."
The Desperado star sailed to the nearby Kriesene system where an old gravity cloud that looked like a planet had hundreds of planet-sized moons dancing around it like an insane ballroom.
"The shoals around their world will make this somewhat dangerous to traverse. We have a map, given to us by the Sunder, so we should be fine." Conner told Pharlie.
"Danger, eh? Kinda like it, don't you?" Pharlie teased.
"That's enough of that." Conner said without any real command in it, smiling.
The Skiesene had a moon-sized space station named Thoughtfulness where they conducted much of their trade with each other. They looked like dark-shelled nightmare creatures, some kind of H.R. Giger prophecy had remembered these creatures long before humans had met them.
Conner witnessed their massed warriors, in stasis, embroidered stole draped over them, crouched motionless atop pedestals with twenty-yard tall tapestries depicting their many victories in bloody combat. They sat there in a great hall in their various forms and armors, but always hideous monsters, reminding him of the Dark Beings vaguely, except devoid of insectoid features.
The Skiesene were delighted by the delivery of their goddess, Eshka Layenna. A time without bloodshed was declared, and the Skiesene offered a shipment of their finest warriors, in egg form.
The Skiesene Khan grinned with uncannily human-looking teeth, but in its grin was a sharpened beak that could pierce the solid dome that was their head, with no eyes or ears, at least not in one place, for they had sensory all over their bodies.
"Uh, thanks. We could always use some special, uh, special forces." Conner accepted the eggs, as he was under orders to do. They were preserved until called, using a key to deactivate the stasis they were in. Then they would serve the orders in their minds, to obey their human commanders.
"I hope they don't have to facehug us and chest burst us." Pharlie chuckled.
"That's enough of that." Conner told her, smiling.
The last stop was the world of the Beebee, aliens who looked like cats wearing incredibly fancy clothing.
"We've tailored new uniforms for the human armies. You'll like them." The Master of Design, top official of the Beebee, told Conner, purring as he went.
Conner put one hand on his elbow and one holding his chin, trying to keep a straight face, when he saw the uniforms.
"They are a little small, don't you think?" Conner looked at the feline models in the uniforms meant for human soldiers.
"And kinda derpy with all those frills and colors?" Pharlie offered further criticism.
The Master of Design seemed to think the uniforms were being complimented, anticipating no other response. It took a moment to sink in that the humans were mocking all their hard work.
"All of the specifications for armored clothing were met. These uniforms will preserve your body temperature in very extreme conditions and will slow ballistic projectiles so that they cannot penetrate the cloth, but instead have their kinetics splattered outward and also the colors shift to the mood of the wearer. You can make it camouflage if you like. We worried that human sizes made dispensing millions of these uniforms impractical compared to making an adjustable size. Try one on." The Master of Design was not offended, but stood his ground, his hair puffing up making him look sophisticated and official. His whiskers twitched handsomely at the end and he gave a prolonged blink.
"They still look silly, why so many frills?" Pharlie chuckled.
"That's enough of that." Conner sighed.
The humans were about to leave and board their ship when Conner spotted an ancient mech standing next to the star port.
"What's that?" he asked.
"The tomb of Drastic Conner Mcfarley, the mech knight who defended our world, surprising a lone scout of the Dark Beings and engaging it in single one-on-one combat, saving our world. Drastic Conner Mcfarley died in his mech during the battle. The scout retreated and left us unharmed." The Master of Design said.
"Why'd it leave?" Conner asked, but recalled what his clan father had done. He awaited the answer he knew:
"Drastic Conner Mcfarley disarmed it, but left its capacity to retreat intact. It is believed he deliberately used this measure of engagement, in order to ensure the enemy would not retaliate by bombarding our world. When one of them dies, the world they die on gets destroyed. He might have survived the battle if he'd just killed it when he had the chance. We know this. He sacrificed himself to save us."
"That's right." Conner nodded. He and Pharlie felt solemn, realizing how far their journey had taken them, all the way to where it had began for them. "We're him, and we won't let you down."

12 team, 1QB league, start 2RB/3W1TE/1flex. Rookie draft, I’m picking at 2.08, and Adonai Mitchell’s still sitting there. I’ve already scooped 2 WRs in this draft, but Adonai’s clearly going to be my pick. Trade offer comes in:
2025 1st (we’ll guess it’s a mid-first) 3.07 this year
For…
2.08 3.02
The value of Mitchell is much higher than the value of 2.08, so my opinion is that’s what you should look to if you’re trying to gauge “fairness.”
Say what you want about protesting trades, but I’m in a league that allows it. And someone does. Now we’re all stopped while the league takes a vote, which will probably take the better part of 2 days.
AITA?

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Been die hard full size over the ear hedphones user for quite some time.
IEMs layed in disguise because most of them sounded basically terrible in late 2000s when I've been making my initial choices when it came to the sound gear.
Times passed, tech got waaay more sophisticated, and now we surely have some IEMs that could happily rival big chonky headphones in sound quality. And I've decided to give them a shot as my portable option.
Got myself three pairs of different IEMs: one simple but decent, second with two dynamic drivers tuned closely to a harmann curve, and quite an impressive pair of planar guys.
All of them sound fine, dual drivers are the closest to the full-sized headphones I'm used to, the basic ones just sound a bit simple and have too much midbass for my liking...
The planars are by far the most interesting out of them all, that response, this impressive clarity... They do amazing with simpler composutions, classical music, jazz, electronic music and grindcore sound just amazing.
But fun things can happen to more sophisticated mixes: some background sounds which are meant just to be a mere footnote to underscore the main parts are getting so distinguishable you just can't help yourself but wonder if the things you hear were meant to be really heard at all. Imagine Moby's live performance, but his pants fall off all of a sudden.
Btw, my full size favourites, Hifiman Sundara are also planar boys, but they don't have a tendency to strip compositions in such a rough manner.
Anyway, I'm here not so much to tell all of you about my initial impressions, but to wonder, if anyone has experienced something similar to what happened to me.
It's a common knowledge that it takes a brain from a couple days to a week to adapt to a new sound source and consider it [normal].
So I've started fiddling with my brand new toys, sniffing on them, comparing them, and picking the favourites for different circumstances.
But some days passed and happened a thing that made me doubt I need to mess with IEMs at all.
First of all I must state that all three of my pairs gave some sort if V sound profile to them, I've just tried my best to get the flattest Vs to avoid the beats/raycons effect. So there's some extra bass and treble, but not too much. Second of all, despite all three pairs being semi-open and having some resemblance of a soundstage, there's only so much IEMs can do, and you really have to apply your imagination to "hear ot of the center of your head" to get to some level of space-aware listening experience.
And here's where those adaptations struck me like a sudden lamp post amidst texting a message on the go.
Three days into the endeavour I've noticed that it's become a bit harder to distinguish the direction of a sound in real life. And then came the time to start the dishwasher. It could do some more sound deadening on it's back so the water streams create a distinct low frequency rumble when it operates.
But when I've started it - there was none. I could clearly hear the water splashes inside, was perfectly able to perceive the bass and subbass in IEMs, but in the outside world it was all but gone.
Throughout the wash I could hear the rumble slowly returning, but as of now didn't fully recover my audial space-awareness.
At least now I have a clue why my friends who use IEMs for a long time can't tell a difference between full size pairs which are nothing but similar. They must have all of the auricle reflections just out of the equation when their brain approximises the sound.
So tell me folks if you've ever encountered something like that, be careful with your hearing, and have a nice day!

hi everyone!
So I, 16F have a "weird" relationship with one of my classmates, also 16M.
We first met in september even tho we are both at our third year of highschool; (we both switched classrooms this year due to the school system we have). For a couple months i was really interasted in him, as classmates we talked but just a few words now an then. Times goes by and nothing changes until the day he comes to school BALD, like 1 cm of hair bald, a really really short buzzcut bald. With the bald came the mustache and with the mustache all my attraction towards him was gone. Fast forward to mid January and for some reason we start to talk more and more until our current situation: we talk, we became really close that we even started to see each other afterschool (never anything serious or particularly planned). He now sometimes texts me trying to talk. The thing is that now this situation is evolving, we even went to an art exhibition together yesterday (we decided to go very last minute so it wasn't even planned until an hour prior). Don't get me wrong, the guy is not bad at all (forgetting the bald + mustache) he's a nice guy overall and makes me really laugh (even tho he is sometimes out of pocket) but i really don't now what to think, some of the lost attraction is coming back and i don't know how to behave. The main things holding be back is that i never had a fisrt expirience at ANYTHING not even a kiss, and from what i got int his months of getting to know him he's far more expirienced than me and far more into sex (thing that TERRIFIES ME and disgusts me for some reason).
So this is it, i don't know what to think, am i just overthinking or this going some way, what should i think? how should i behave? pls help me!! anyone is interested in helping me out it will be kindly appreciated <3 (btw im sorry if its a little diffucult to read, english is not my first language, i tried my best)

Dear Gambling Addiction,
I love to write so I thought I would write you a letter today. It has been almost 16 years since we last met, and to be honest, I don't miss you one bit.
There was a time when you were the only thing that mattered. I would do anything for you. Lie, cheat, steal, not eat, not sleep, or anything really. When I say you were the only thing, you were. I was obsessed with you. You plagued my thoughts and made me feel things that were uncomfortable.
Prior to being introduced to you, I was a moral person. I liked helping people and I was happy. I had friends, good relationships with my family, people trusted me, I worked, and I had money to pay my bills.
When you entered my life on my 21st birthday, I was partially intrigued but mostly I was frustrated. I lost $20 in about one minute on a craps table. I wanted my $20 back because I was not clear on why I lost the money. And the game of craps did not make sense to me. I thought if I was going to gamble again, I would play slots. So much easier and all I had to do was pull a handle.
In these very early stages, I did not think about you much. I believe though that you were there in my brain maybe trying to figure out how to get me more engaged. Maybe you were there attempting to entice me with needing to win back that $20.
A few years later, I found another friend to spend my time with and their name was cocaine. Well, living in Las Vegas when one could not sleep because of the drugs, the casinos were there with bright, flashing lights and the intrigue of winning money. So I met you again, and discovered that playing video poker machines was a great way to spend my time while high.
This was the start of our relationship that lasted quite a while.
In the beginning stages of my addiction with you, I was able to have some fun and enjoyed most of the times I had with you. Over time though, you consumed my soul. I did not care whether I lived or died. I just needed to be with you and I loved only you.
Our relationship lasted 14 years in total with breaks during some of that time, but even when I was not playing, I was still thinking about you. Wondering how I could get together with you again. Money was usually the main reason why I could not connect with you, but I also found it more challenging to find places to visit you.
Honestly, over time my relationship with you became rather tedious and boring. I started to feel like I might need to separate myself from you. I did not know why I was feeling this way, but on some level I just wanted something different for myself. I was tired of lying to people about you, and I was getting frustrated with being broke all the time. There was also this emptiness that even you could not fill. Most importantly, my real relationship with my husband was beginning to suffer. I did care about him and he really became more important than you. Sometimes I felt like I cheated on him with you. I do believe that my moral compass was questioning all that I was doing with you, and it just was beginning to not feel right.
On June 24, 2008 I decided to end my relationship with you. This was a very hard thing for me to do. After all, you were the only important thing in my life and I just wanted to be with you as much as possible. But on a sleepless night in June, I was watching my husband sleep and felt this overwhelming desire to be with him and not you. I felt like I could no longer lie to him about us. These feelings were quite overwhelming too almost to the point of if I didn't tell him about us, I might go crazy. There were just so many emotions running through me, and I decided to break it off with you. When he woke up, I told him everything about us.
June 24, 2008 was the best day and the hardest day of my life! I knew that once I told my husband everything that I would need to let you go. It was definitely a hard decision to make but I could not go on living or being with you.
The first few days of not having you in my life were a whirlwind of emotions. I do not recall another time when I cried so much. As I talked to others about us, I did start to feel better. And I went to meetings where others were talking about their own relationships with something similar to ours. The details were different but similar in that all of us wanted to end our relationships.
Over the weeks and months that followed, I continued to go to meetings and was learning to live without you. I had a lot to process and many feelings to address. Fortunately I had a lot of support from family and friends, but I did have to work on regaining their trust. When you cheat, people do not easily trust again. And I had to give up my finances to my husband. That was okay because I simply did not want to see you again or be tempted by you. Without access to cash or credit cards, it was just a little bit easier to let you go.
I also found that I needed to give up some control over certain things. First it was the finances. Then I discovered letting go was also needed. I started to let go of things that I could not control, and fixing the things I could. My focus was specifically on how to rebuild after a tumultuous relationship with you.
I worked every day to learn to live without you. I learned to feel my feelings and process them instead of covering them up by playing with you. I learned how to think more productively and to make goals for myself. I learned how to manage my finances and I was slowly regaining trust from my husband and others.
The work was hard but I kept going. I just did not want you in my life any longer, and no matter how I felt or what I thought, I was not going to re-engage with you. I was working a program of recovery and very proud of each day that I did not want to be with you. There were some days I thought about you, but it ended there. Just thoughts that were quickly replaced with all the positive benefits of not having you in my life.
All these years later, I still think about you but not in the ways you would want. I just have thoughts about how wonderful my life is without you. I have no urges to see you, and nothing that I can think of would bring me back to you. I have too much to lose now.
In a way, I do thank you for being in my life. I believe I am a better person for knowing you. You taught me what a person is capable of during a relationship with you, and with that, I can help others now. Our relationship also opened my mind to the human spirit and how resilient we really are. We can overcome great obstacles and learn to live without you or others like you.