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2017.01.08 00:47 dinapubu Free math activities, worksheets and lessons online.

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2024.05.29 04:58 AlcofribasNasier1 About monsters trying to kill a child (and whether or not it makes them bad people)

To tell it quickly: trying to kill children is no-no; and yet the whole point of the game is to make you love its characters, who all more or less want to kill the protagonist at some point.
I see two valid possibilities to explain why this may not be a problem:
1) The "meta" hypothesis: The whole game takes death kinda lightly, because the premise is that the player themselve may take killing monsters lightly. This way, it would be in the tone of the game for death not to be something as bad as it should be, and even "good" characters would see only a moderate problem in trying to kill a child. I do not say death is without consequence (as the whole point of the game is to prove there is), just that both the playeFrisk and the monsters have a bias towards death being somewhat acceptable.
2) The "in-universe" hypothesis: Most monsters would be... quite disfunctionnal adults; they're all cartoonishly goofy, in a way that makes Frisk, a litteral toddler, seem more mature than them in comparison. Therefore, maybe they all try to kill Frisk because they're a little to naive or dumb-dumb to realize the consequence of their action.
A third, "serious" possibility does not seem really plausible to me: the game is too lighthearted and all characters go from "I'll kill you" to "We're besties now" just too quickly and inconsequentially; it does not look like they're thinking this through, like "We've been trapped for centuries and absolutely loathe humans, which children it is legitimate to murder if it allows us to free ourselves, but this child proved by their actions that they're worthy of reconsidering our position, and now we respect them"... it's more like "Ngahhh I'm being an anime superhero and going to defeat the baddie but oh! they make nice spaghetti, yummy!". Therefore, I don't think that the "they do it out of necessity" is the most relevant one.
Let's just review the main characters:
Toriel: wants to help the child; is a bit irresponsible concerning the kingdom and Asgore.
Sans: Only attacks the player once they have gone too far. Says that, without Toriel, he would have killed Frisk... but is he just trying to sound badass or what would be his motivation? If he is this ready to kill a child, why wait for everybody to be murdered to react?
Papyrus: Does not really seem to understand what death even is.
Undyne: I likely to hot blooded to think her actions through.
Alphys: Never attacks the player.
Mettaton: Likely blinded by his ego.
Asgore: Seems "not bright enough" to think of a better solution.
Conclusion: I think Toby just didn't bother thinking too far, for a game that is firstly lighthearted and quirky; the consistency (or lack thereof) of the characters does not seem to be intended to resist fridge logic. There are scenes that are obviously there just for the sake of their effect and not in order to build a deep and consistent tone.
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2024.05.29 04:57 Legitimate-Way-2346 AITA for assuming the food at a birthday party would be free?


My friend Jess (19F) threw a birthday party for her boyfriend Jake (20M) on Friday evening. She invited around 8 of us on a group chat after working out the date, saying:
“Alrighty! Let’s do 6:30 tonight. Be there or be square. Jake’s house, ordering pizza so plan accordingly (ie eat before if you can’t eat pizza/don’t want any). Text me if you questions. Thank you.”
We (all 19-20) turned up, Jess put out chips and water, everyone ate the snacks and we talked. Jess went to pick up the pizza she’d ordered. Everyone had a few slices. The rest of the evening was great, we played some games and had snacks.
The next day, Jess texted the group chat:
“Hey everyone! For food and drinks and such from last night, I spent around $60. Can everyone etransfer me $7?”
I was surprised, as I have never been to a birthday party where food was provided, and then charged for said provisions. Yesterday (Saturday) I texted the group chat:
“Hey, is it common practice at parties for the host to ask for money/compensation after? If the host wants to split the cost of the party, I think that should be discussed first.”
Jake said he was sure we’d discussed this at the party but I disagreed. Then he added:
“I would suggest checking beforehand in that case. Respectfully, and I am not trying to have tone, it seems unreasonable to me to assume free food without confirming it and then take issue later when your assumption doesn't hold.”
AITA for expecting free food?
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2024.05.29 04:36 Disaster0k Help with bedroom furniture layout!

My planned layout!
Hi all! I recently upgraded to a queen size bed as the first step in a room revamp. I've got a lot of plans, but the room itself is a little weird. It has two windows on the back wall, two sliding closets on the right, and a bathroom. Because three of the walls all have structural bits to them, it makes it difficult to plan out with what I want to have vs. what is reasonable to fit. In the image, the bed and one of the bookshelves are the only things that are locked in, the nordli bedframe and the billy bookcase respectively from Ikea. My current desk setup is much smaller, but pictured are the measurements for a dual L shape desk setup to have a working space and a fun space. I play a lot on my computer, so having a larger desk has been a dream (one that could one day hopefully hold a nice sized ultrawide monitor). Because I have so many books and random garbage I've collected over the years, I added a second bookshelf, though I would love one or two more if they fit.
This was my plan for a while, maximizing space with a bedframe/storage combo and keeping much of the free wall for my computer desk setup. However, I understand positioning the bed facing the door is considered very bad luck, and I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with a solution to this issue. As I mentioned, one shelf and the bedframe are the only two things required here, as I can always find another desk solution, but I was wondering if there were any tips for maximizing the space here. Or, if I stuck with this layout, how can I "protect" myself from that bad energy? I'm rather superstitious when it comes to these things, but maybe I'm just crazy. Thanks in advance to anyone who takes the time to read and help!
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2024.05.29 04:07 apehasreturned Booking the AEW World Title in 2024 - Part Two: The Master

Booking the AEW World Title in 2024 - Part Two: The Master
Part One Here!
We pick up following Blood and Guts, where AEW Champion Swerve Strickland led his team to victory over the Elite. It’s been an insanely brutal and bloody reign for Swerve so far, and with enemies and allies alike climbing the ladder towards a shot at the gold, he’s starting to grow slightly paranoid. With a second trip to Wembley approaching, the talk of the town is who’s going to win the Owen and go for AEW’s top title at Wembley - if Swerve even makes it there, the fans knowing that his wars of attrition are leaving him worse for wear with each passing defence.
Road to All In London
The lineup for the Owen is being narrowed down coming out of Blood and Guts, with MJF, Jay White, Bryan Danielson, Will Ospreay, Darby Allin, Hangman Page, Konosuke Takeshita and Katsuyori Shibata all in the running. With blockbuster match after blockbuster match being fought to determine the finalists for Calgary, we eventually come down to two: MJF and Will Ospreay, set on a collision course for the ages.
Swerve’s troubles don’t end there, though - after leaving the Mogul Embassy, his old allies smell blood in the water, and the EVPs are all too happy to make Strickland’s life more miserable by announcing a title match with Brian Cage for the Dynamite opener in Alberta’s largest city.
AEW World Title: Swerve Strickland (c) vs. Brian Cage
Cage gets a good showing in here, using his remarkable athleticism to nearly put the champion away early, but once Swerve gets rolling, it’s clear that there are levels to this game. The Machine goes for a Liger Bomb, Swerve reversing into a hurricanrana to leave him prone for a HOUSE CALL, FOLLOWED BY A SWERVE STOMP! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Swerve Strickland def. Brian Cage (11:51) to retain the AEW World Title
After the bout, Swerve’s handed his title, and he keeps it hugged tight to his chest as he grabs a microphone. He says everyone’s been working their asses off around him to try and take this from him, but the champion promises he’s not afraid. He welcomes the challenge, because there ain’t nobody like Swerve Strickland in SWERVE’S HOUSE. He says he’s looking forward to seeing who comes out on top in the main event, and heads off backstage to watch it with Prince Nana.
Owen Hart Foundation Tournament Final: MJF vs. Will Ospreay
This gets a lot of time, with no limit on a tournament final. Let them cook. MJF is in worse shape than Ospreay, having been flung straight into a tournament after a series of surgeries left him held together with duct tape, but Ospreay’s in a worse headspace, his typical unending confidence hampered by a few narrow wins en route to the final. However, it’s two spectacular in-ring talents, and they go ham in pursuit of victory, MJF wanting to headline Wembley for the second straight year and Ospreay looking to win the AEW World Title in a stadium in his home country. The back-and-forth gives way to MJF getting control, working the arm extensively to warm Ospreay up for the Salt of the Earth. However, an appearance by Adam Cole gives an unknowing Ospreay the opportunity to turn the tables with a handstand reversal to a Heatseeker, following it with a Hidden Blade for two. Ospreay considers working on the shoulder, MJF crying out in agony with each blow to the surgically repaired joint, and eventually, Will has him in perfect position for the Storm Driver 93. He knows MJF’s neck and shoulder are in such a state that this would be an automatic victory, but he hesitates just long enough for MJF to roll him up… ONE! TWO! THRE-KICKOUT! MJF grabs the arm to go for a Salt of the Earth, Ospreay rolling him back into a pin of his own, followed by another HIDDEN BLADE! STORMBREAKER! ONE! TWO! THREE! OSPREAY’S GOING TO WEMBLEY!
Will Ospreay def. MJF (31:02) to win the Owen Hart Foundation Tournament
Out comes Swerve, standing toe to toe with his challenger as confetti falls around them. Ospreay leans on his trophy, grabbing a microphone as it becomes rapidly apparent his confidence is back. He says that All In is on the horizon, and last time AEW was at Wembley Stadium, he won as an outsider… yet Swerve lost. Now, Ospreay’s in AEW full time, mowing through all the competition, and now it’s time that the Kingpin get a shot at the crown. Swerve chuckles before his smile turns into a sneer, growling under his breath that Ospreay will have to kill him to take the AEW Title away - and he’s seen that despite being called the Assassin, he can’t do that.
The next week on Dynamite, Ospreay and Swerve are scheduled for a face to face promo in the ring, the title match official for All In. It’s electric as they stand opposite one another in the squared circle, trading some quick verbal barbs that they both brush off before getting down to brass tacks, Swerve holding the microphone and beginning to speak.
“Will, you’re impressive, man. You can be as athletic as the day is long, but it’s not ‘heavy is the body that wears the crown,’ it’s ‘heavy is the head,’ and there ain’t nobody like me. This is a mental game, and you don’t have what it takes there. You blew yourself up and broke your own neck when you went for the IWGP Title. You were betrayed by the Don Callis Family and somehow didn’t see it coming. You were beaten on your home turf by your sworn enemy because you got in your own head. You had the win of a lifetime against Bryan, and then you felt so bad about it that you neutered your arsenal. You don’t have what it takes… in your head or in your guts. There’s only one head fit for this crown, and it’s mine.”
Ospreay scoffs, trying to keep his cool, but he doesn’t wait long before grabbing the microphone out of Swerve’s hand to an “oooh,” from the crowd.
“Ain’t nobody like you, bruv? How dare you talk down to me. How dare you condescend me, belittle me, you arrogant bastard? I came here to AEW and started taking heads, just like I did in Japan, and there were people there just like you. People who said ‘ah, he’s not got it in him to be the next big gaijin. He’ll never be the champion,’ and now there’s you, saying I don’t have what it takes because I don’t have the mentality. YOU don’t have the mentality to do what I do. To fly from the UK to here twice a week, to raise a family, to spend a whole career an ocean away from home, to wear the crown on your head that says you’re the greatest wrestler on Earth. Nobody’s done that but ME, and when that championship’s fastened around my waist, mate, it’s going to prove what everyone already knows - that Will Ospreay’s on another level, and Swerve Strickland… he’s punching up.”
Now it’s Strickland’s turn to try and keep a lid on his anger, stepping toe to toe with his challenger and holding the title inches from his face. He tells Ospreay to listen close, before saying that the years of hard work Ospreay put in everywhere but home aren’t gonna be enough to help. He’s gonna be in front of his family, he’s gonna be in front of his friends, he’s gonna be in front of his people, and he’s going to let them all down, because he’s an impressive athlete, but he’s not the guy. Finally, Ospreay snaps, throwing a SHORT HEADBUTT, AND NOW BOTH MEN ARE THROWING FISTS! IT’S UTTER BEDLAM! The bell starts ringing to try and encourage them to break it up, but neither man is stepping down now, furiously exchanging blows as security rushes to the ring to divide them. Swerve grabs the championship, hoisting it high as he spits venom at Ospreay, the challenger spewing a string of words that probably won’t make air. They keep trying to break free and take another swing, commentary asking what on Earth they’ll do when they’re finally let loose at Wembley Stadium, pride and the promotion’s top prize on the line.
Swerve Strickland (c) vs. Will Ospreay
All In London
Wembley Stadium is packed to the gills as All In goes on the air, and they’re fit to burst as the first theme they hear is that of the Commonwealth Kingpin. Justin Roberts announces that our opening match is for the AEW World Title, and Ospreay receives plenty of fanfare and fireworks as he makes his way to the ring, looking more motivated than ever. He’s clearly jonesing in the ring, eagerly awaiting Swerve’s arrival as his compatriots cheer him on… and then Chaka Khan hits. Strickland may be in enemy territory, but the crowd can't help but sing. Oozing charisma as he enters the squared circle, the AEW Champion seems more than ready to put the Assassin down, the electric crowd letting both men soak in the moment as the bell rings. HERE WE GO! SWERVE VS. OSPREAY, LIVE FROM WEMBLEY, AEW TITLE ON THE LINE!
AEW World Title: Swerve Strickland (c) vs. Will Ospreay
From the bell, Strickland and Ospreay are exchanging words as they gravitate towards one another, Ospreay calling for a lockup. They settle into a collar and elbow, Ospreay using his size to his advantage to try and muscle Swerve into the ropes, but Strickland reversing the momentum to cinch in a side headlock. Will still drives Swerve into the ropes, eventually breaking free and whipping Strickland across the ring, the champion building up speed as he ducks a clothesline attempt from the challenger and nails a Tijeras to send Ospreay flying. Ospreay’s quickly back up to his feet, Swerve attempting a slip behind for a German Suplex, but Will countering with a headlock takeover, kipping up and throwing a superkick that’s narrowly avoided by Swerve, who drops flat to his back, picking Ospreay’s leg and floating into a handstand to bring Ospreay down with a headscissors. Will kips up once more to break free, Swerve scrambling to stand up before OSPREAY THROWS A HIDDEN BLADE, SWERVE DIVING OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST MOMENT BEFORE CATASTROPHE! Strickland quickly pivots as Will looks to get to his feet, attempting a HOUSE CALL, BUT NOW IT’S OSPREAY’S TURN TO DODGE AS BOTH MEN END UP STANDING!
Gritting his teeth, Swerve goes for another lockup with Ospreay, this time quickly kicking him in the gut for a snapmare, cinching in a chinlock to talk some smack. The Aerial Assassin lands a few elbows to the body as he strives to get back to his feet, finally breaking free before being grounded again by a Tijeras from Swerve. Strickland grabs hold of his challenger again, Ospreay furiously backpedaling into the corner to avoid a lifting inverted DDT, only for Swerve to send him through the ropes for a HANGING NECKBREAKER! Ospreay rolls out to the apron instinctively, Swerve kicking out one of his legs and stepping through the middle rope to SLINGSHOT INTO A DDT ON THE APRON, BUT OSPREAY HANDSPRINGS STRAIGHT TO HIS FEET ON THE FLOOR! Strickland gets cocky, thinking he landed the shot, and turns around to see Ospreay charging at his legs. Swerve leaps up, still on the apron as Will overshoots, the champion pivoting for an APRON PUMP KICK, OSPREAY DUCKING IT AND LEAPING BACK ONTO THE APRON! SWERVE TURNS AROUND ONCE AGAIN… AND OSPREAY FLIES IN WITH AN APRON OSCUTTER! Tumbling to the floor, Swerve tries to get to his senses and figure out how he came out on the rough end of the sequence on the apron, but Ospreay gives him no time to think with a ROBINSON SPECIAL OFF THE APRON, STRAIGHT THROUGH THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! He props Swerve against the barricade, chopping him across the chest before scrambling to the top rope for a SKY TWISTER PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE - ONLY FOR SWERVE TO AVOID IT, NAILING OSPREAY WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE FLOOR!
With Ospreay stunned, Strickland slides back in to break the count, measuring his man before effortlessly delivering a FOSBURY FLOP OUT TO RINGSIDE, WIPING OUT THE CHALLENGER! Turning the tables on Ospreay, now it’s Swerve’s turn to lay in some chops against the barricade, only for Will to dump him over the barrier and into the crowd. He follows it up with a hook kick over the guardrail to stagger the champion, running the length of ringside and LAUNCHING HIMSELF STRAIGHT INTO A PUMP KICK FROM THE CHAMPION! Swerve hops up onto the barricade, grabbing hold of Ospreay in a front facelock before MUSCLING HIM UP AND OVER WITH A BRAINBUSTER, OFF OF THE BARRICADE AND RIGHT DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR AT RINGSIDE! He rushes to roll Will back between the ropes, hooking both legs… ONE! TWO! TH-NOOO! Swerve jumps to the middle rope to deliver a diving European Uppercut to the back of the head before Ospreay can quite get to his feet, following it up with a DISCUS LARIAT! The assault on the head is relentless, Swerve looking for a DDT before being driven into the ropes, Will trying to earn a momentary reprieve. Instead, Strickland pummels him with Muay Thai knees to the body, heaving him up for a LIGER BOMB! ONE! TWO! THRE-KICKOUT ONCE MORE! Swerve lets out a frustrated roar, deadlift Ospreay up to attempt another powerbomb, but Ospreay manages to drop to the apron for a gamengiri, followed by a PIP PIP CHEERIO! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Desperate to keep momentum on his side, Ospreay quickly delivers a rolling elbow, following it up with a SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX, BUT SWERVE RIGHT BACK UP TO HIS FEET, NAILING A GERMAN! He swivels around, only to see Ospreay landed on his feet, BOTH MEN THROWING HIGH KICKS BEFORE COLLAPSING TO THE CANVAS!
Wembley rallies behind Ospreay as both men struggle to get to their feet, barely stirring before the challenger begins pounding the mat, leaning back onto his hands for a kip-up before Swerve simply spins to punt him in the face and bring him back to the mat. Strickland rises to his feet, looking for the House Call, but OSPREAY HAS NONE OF IT, CATCHING THE LEG FOR A STYLES CLASH! ONE! TWO! THR-NOO! Following through, Ospreay attempts a Hidden Blade, Swerve ducking it before rushing towards his opponent and INTO A SPANISH FLY FOR A NEARFALL! Ospreay grabs the back of Swerve’s head, paying him back for the focused assault with a flurry of Kawada Kicks to the face, followed by an attempt at a delayed vertical suplex, Strickland floating over and landing on his feet. The champion runs the ropes, Ospreay stopping him in his tracks with a dropsault and an enziguri, continuously building momentum with a STUNDOG MILLIONAIRE TO FINALLY DROP SWERVE TO HIS BACK! Unleashing a war cry, Ospreay has a gleam in his eyes as he looks towards the top turnbuckle, dragging himself through the ropes to the apron before clambering up to the high rent district, turning his back to Swerve for another SKY TWISTER PRESS, SWERVE ONCE AGAIN ROLLING IN TOWARDS THE TURNBUCKLES… BUT OSPREAY ROLLS STRAIGHT THROUGH TO HIS FEET! Strickland flashes his grill to the camera in the corner with a smile, Ospreay looming behind him before BLASTING STRAIGHT THROUGH HIM WITH A HIDDEN BLADE! ONE! TWO! THRE-SWERVE POWERS OUT!
It’s been just over fifteen minutes of insanity as Ospreay smells blood in the water, knowing if he connects with a Stormbreaker, he can wrap this up. However, that certainty would only be cemented if he were to nail a Storm Driver 93, but he refuses to go to such lengths, hooking the arms… BUT SWERVE COUNTERS WITH A BACK BODY DROP, ONLY FOR OSPREAY TO LAND ON HIS FEET! HE BREAKS INTO A SPRINT, REBOUNDING OFF THE ROPES FOR A SPRINGBOARD OSCUTTER - STRAIGHT INTO A HOUSE CALL! SWERVE INTERCEPTED HIM! ONE! TWO! THRE-NOOOO! Strickland can’t believe it, but he’s got Ospreay dead to rights, spinning him around into position for a Tombstone. Strickland looks to the hard cam, a smug sneer on his face as OSPREAY REVERSES WITH A SEGA MEGA DRIVER, SPIKING HIM DOWN ON HIS HEAD! ONE! TWO! THRE-NOOOO! Ospreay is in disbelief, even a tribute to Mad Kurt not being enough to put Swerve down, but he’s staying on the ball as he hooks Swerve’s arms to go for a STORMBREAKER, ONLY FOR SWERVE TO FLOAT OVER FOR A LIFTING INVERTED DDT! Will’s rally wasn’t enough to get him out of trouble, and STRICKLAND FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A SECOND HOUSE CALL! SWERVE IMMEDIATELY ON THE ATTACK ONCE MORE, POSITIONING OSPREAY FOR A JML DRIVER… BUT WILL CLEARS HIS HEAD, COUNTERING WITH A POISON RANA! SWERVE UP TO HIS KNEES, BUT OSPREAY FOLLOWS IT WITH A SPRINGBOARD OSCUTTER! HIDDEN BLADE TO THE BASE OF THE SKULL, AND NOW… STORMBREAKER! ONE! TWO! THREE! WILL OSPREAY IS THE AEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Will Ospreay def. Swerve Strickland (20:10) to win the AEW World Title
Later in the night, Kazuchika Okada defeats Kenny Omega to win their fifth encounter, establishing himself firmly as the Number One Contender to the AEW World Title, giving the new champion only two weeks to prepare to face off with one of his greatest foes - a foe he’s only managed to beat cleanly once, while falling to the Rainmaker eight times.
Road to All Out
Ospreay gets to celebrate on Dynamite, cutting a promo saying he’s geared up to finally put this to bed. He says he’s glad he’s starting his title reign like this, because he’s certain he can beat Okada, and he’ll not have to worry about the spectre looming over him anymore. Every time there was a title on the line, every time the stakes were high, he failed against the Rainmaker - but the stakes were high at Wembley, and he won. He proved Swerve Strickland wrong, and now it’s time to prove Kazuchika Okada wrong. Out steps the Rainmaker, taking the EVP Elevator up onto the stage to say that Ospreay has already proven him wrong; he thought, years ago, that Ospreay was a talent worthy of being in Okada’s stable of CHAOS, and Ospreay proved him wrong when he betrayed his leader, only for Okada to beat the brakes off him at the Tokyo Dome. Okada says that Ospreay should be all too familiar with Okada being the top champion, the Ace, and he plans to finally bring that vision to AEW by restoring the world to its natural order and beating the Aerial Assassin for a ninth time. The Rainmaker’s ego is peaking, having avenged his loss to Kenny Omega just a few days prior, and he says that Omega’s a taller mountain to climb than Ospreay. However, he says he’s sure there’ll be room in the Elite’s ranks for Ospreay, should he come to his senses and want to fall back in line behind the Rainmaker. Ospreay declares that at All Out, he’ll prove to Okada and the world that he’s eclipsed the onetime Ace, while Okada insists that Omega was just the beginning - in just a few days, it’ll be time for the Rainmaker Era to start back up.
All Out
With All In having just occurred recently, All Out is a package deal with the Wembley show, ensuring a huge audience for what’s certain to be an all-timer main event between the Rainmaker and the Assassin. Both men want to walk out with the gold more than anything in the world, making an already personal rivalry all the more exciting as the coin drops for the last match of the night. Okada appears in a new robe, debuted two weeks prior at Wembley, and as he rises from the Elite Elevator, he’s looking more daunting than ever. There’s only one feud the man had ever lost, and he’d just avenged it against Kenny Omega - this is the most dangerous he’s ever been, and as Will Ospreay makes his way to the ring, Okada doesn’t even turn to face him. The champion is furious, but the challenger sees him as a formality standing between him and another epic World Title reign, refusing to even acknowledge him as they’re both introduced by Justin Roberts. They head to their respective corners, and THE BELL RINGS! IT’S OKADA AND OSPREAY, WORLD TITLE ON THE LINE!
AEW World Title: Will Ospreay (c) vs. Kazuchika Okada
Both men are hesitant to open themselves up to a big counter in the early goings, especially given how well they know each other, so they try and psych each other out a different way - by waiting. The crowd greets them with a deafening reception as they slowly circle the centre of the ring, eventually meeting with a lockup that sees Okada immediately put his height to good use, bearing down on Ospreay with an attempt at a test of strength. He pushes Ospreay down to the mat, even getting his shoulders down for a moment, but the champion bridges up off the canvas. Okada jumps up and drives his legs down into Ospreay’s body, but Ospreay maintains the bridge with both men’s weight, Okada getting back up and shooting for a lateral press that gets a one count. Transitioning into a side headlock, Okada talks some smack, the Young Bucks supporting him at ringside while taunting the champion. However, Ospreay’s put on plenty of muscle mass over the years, making it all the easier for him to slowly make his way to his feet, twisting free and securing a side headlock of his own on the Rainmaker. Okada sends him into the ropes, Ospreay clinging to the top as Okada instinctively goes for a flapjack. Momentarily confused, Okada gives Will the opening to run in for a dropsault, attempting to follow it with an enziguri that’s ducked, Ospreay springing up… and into a flapjack, the inevitability of the Rainmaker’s plans coming to fruition putting the champion in a bad spot early.
Continuing with his somewhat lackadaisical pace, Okada keeps treating Ospreay like he’s not that big of a deal, shoving him into the corner for a double pat on the chest, followed by a stiff forearm across the jaw as the referee steps in. Ospreay lunges at him, Okada grabbing the arm for an Irish Whip into the opposite corner, rushing the champion with a big boot, but Ospreay SLINGSHOTS RIGHT OVER HIM, LANDING ON HIS FEET BEHIND THE RAINMAKER FOR A KICK TO THE HAMSTRING! Ospreay hones in with a swift roundhouse to Okada’s other leg, trying to take out his base, but Okada shrugs it off by catching the leg on a third kick attempt before driving his shoulder straight into the bridge of Ospreay’s nose, following it with a DDT that makes it look like Ospreay just died. The champion goes full scorpion, folding over himself like PAC as Okada grabs hold of the wrist to attempt an early Rainmaker. He gets Ospreay up to his feet, a smirk on his face as he winds him up, but Ospreay cuts through his grip with a sharp elbow before rolling Okada up with a victory roll reversal, straight into a DOUBLE STOMP TO THE GUT! Okada rolls right out of the ring and into the waiting arms of the Elite, Ospreay lining up to try and take him out with a dive before being halted by the Bucks, who leap into the way with their hands up. Ospreay shouts at them to move before going for it anyway, launching himself with a PESCADO, STRAIGHT INTO A BOOT TO THE STOMACH BY THE RAINMAKER! THE BUCKS GAVE HIM TIME TO RECOVER!
Taking advantage immediately, Okada sends Ospreay crashing into the barricade, Ospreay crying out before Okada sends him into the aisle on the crowd side of the barrier. He measures his man as he heads to the opposite end of ringside, the Bucks gassing him up as he takes a running start for a CROSSBODY OVER THE GUARDRAIL, LANDING ON HIS FEET AFTER TAKING OUT THE AERIAL ASSASSIN! Okada dusts himself off, his signature look of superiority clearer than ever as he drags Ospreay back to ringside, laying in a few boots to the body before spitefully laying in another DDT, this time on the floor. He breaks the count before continuing to pummel Ospreay at ringside, the Bucks taunting the champion with each consecutive shot he takes. Okada works over the champion’s neck, digging a knee into the back of it as he postures with his stablemates before securing a waistlock for a GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE FLOOR, BUT OSPREAY FLIPS OUT OF IT! He flings himself at Okada with a Hidden Blade attempt from behind, the seemingly omniscient Okada ducking at just the right moment before throwing a boot - but Ospreay’s just too quick, slipping under it and LAYING IN A HOOK KICK, FOLLOWED BY A BACK SUPLEX ON THE OUTSIDE TO THE RAINMAKER! Ospreay backs the Bucks away, threatening to put their faces through the back of their heads before sliding back into the ring and EFFORTLESSLY SOARING THROUGH THE AIR WITH A SKY TWISTER PRESS TO THE FLOOR! He sends Okada back between the ropes, following him with a PIP PIP CHEERIO, BUT OKADA CUTS HIM OFF AGAIN BY KICKING OUT THE ROPES! Ospreay is left hung up on the top, Okada turning him over for a DRAPING NECKBREAKER OFF THE TOP! ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT!
It’s been virtually all Okada thus far, and he continues to methodically wear Ospreay down with a targeted offensive on the neck of the AEW World Champion. Whenever Ospreay tries to get some momentum going, Okada’s able to reverse it, the style Ospreay honed in New Japan having paid dividends against plenty of other AEW talents, but not the man who defined the style for over a decade. Soon enough, Okada looks for the Rainmaker again, and Ospreay finds his opening by reversing it into a SPANISH FLY! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Ospreay looks like a bullet fired from a gun the second Okada’s constant pressure is taken off his shoulders, the champion bolting out to the apron to connect with a PIP PIP CHEERIO, NAILING IT BEFORE OKADA HAS TIME TO REALIZE WHAT HIT HIM! Okada tries to evacuate out the other side of the ring, but Ospreay’s having none of it, grabbing him by the trunks and pulling him back in for a SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX! ONE! TWO! TH-NOOO! Okada sits back up just in time for Ospreay to strike him with a standing round kick to the ear, filling the Rainmaker’s head with cobwebs before flattening him to the canvas with a superkick, finishing the sequence with a RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS! ONE! TWO! THR-ANOTHER KICKOUT, BUT OSPREAY’S FINALLY GOTTEN CONTROL AWAY FROM THE CHALLENGER! With the Chicago crowd rallying behind him, Ospreay struggles to get to his feet, the twenty straight minutes of punishment taking a heavy toll on the champion. However, he’s certainly up before the stunned Okada, with the challenger still attempting to get his wits about him when Ospreay charges with a ROBINSON SPECIAL, STRAIGHT TO THE BASE OF THE SKULL! Okada gets to his feet on instinct alone, the Assassin positioning himself behind his prey and circling him before running the ropes for an OSCUTTER! ONE! TWO! THR-NOOO!
Ospreay unleashes some Kawada Kicks on the challenger, letting out his aggression before lighting him up with a flurry of chops, Okada attempting to stand on business and throw some of his own, only for Ospreay to obliterate him with a superkick. Okada is left leaning on the ropes, Ospreay beckoning him towards the centre of the ring before attempting a SHOTGUN DROPKICK, SENDING HIM STRAIGHT THROUGH TO THE APRON! With Okada prone, Ospreay looks for the OSCUTTER ON THE APRON, BUT OKADA CATCHES HIM IN A STRAITJACKET! He attempts a Straitjacket German Suplex on the apron, Ospreay avoiding catastrophe with a back headbutt to the bridge of the nose, followed by a stiff back elbow to send Okada tumbling to the floor. Ospreay vaults over the ropes to break the count, finding himself in the perfect spot for an old favourite as Okada gets to his feet at the base of the ramp. Measuring his man, Ospreay leaps into motion with a SASUKE SPECIAL, BUT OKADA CATCHES HIM! WHAT STRENGTH FROM THE RAINMAKER, AND NOW… OH MY GOD, A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER ON THE FLOOR! Okada’s confidence is peaking, the Tombstone on the floor having been a hallmark of so many of his defining victories and none of his defeats. Knowing this, he rolls Ospreay straight back into the ring, the work on the neck having paid dividends as he immediately secures wrist control, hoisting Ospreay up into position for a RAIIIINMAKERRRRRR! HE GOT ALL OF IT! ONE! TWO! THRE-OSPREAY SOMEHOW LIFTS THE SHOULDER UP!
Frustrated, Okada hurls Ospreay’s lifeless corpse into the corner and simply starts stomping a mudhole in his face, grinding his boot into the champion’s features before the referee pulls him away. Okada bickers with the ref as the Bucks sneak up on each side of Ospreay, Will instinctively grabbing a hold of Matthew, who scrambles backwards. However, Will stays latched onto him, forming a fist around Matthew’s tie and being pulled through the ropes… ONLY FOR NICHOLAS TO SUPERKICK OSPREAY STRAIGHT INTO THE RING POST, SPARING HIS OLDER BROTHER! Blood begins to spill from the side of Ospreay’s head, dripping onto the ring post and ring skirt as it becomes clear he hit his head damn hard against the steel. Okada pushes past the referee and continues to beat Ospreay down, relishing each moment of offence as he sends the champion packing to the outside with a petulant boot to the side of the head. He rolls out to the floor, the Bucks handing him a bottle of water to cool himself off with after such a brutal match, and now Okada gets to admire the Elite’s handiwork as crimson teardrops start dotting ringside, a bloody mask obscuring Ospreay’s face. Okada keeps beating ass, commentary noting that this is now the longest we’ve seen these two duke it out for, nearly 40 minutes having elapsed. Excalibur notes Ospreay seems harder than ever to put down, but Okada’s showing the same sort of dominance he has in the past, with Schiavone sounding worried that it might just be a matter of time.
Looking to finally put an end to things, Okada starts raining closed fists on Ospreay’s head wound, hurling him into the timekeeper’s table. Eventually, he lays Ospreay out on it, clambering up with him before flipping off the camera and calling for another Tombstone. He flips Ospreay around… but Ospreay drops to the floor behind him, sweeping out Okada’s legs before nailing a CHEEKY NANDO’S AGAINST THE GUARDRAIL, LEAVING OKADA SPLAYED OUT ON THE TABLE! Ospreay scrambles towards the ring post, blood pouring down onto his chest as he makes the long climb up the turnbuckles for a FROG SPLASH THROUGH THE TABLE, AND THROUGH OKADA! The count was broken by him hitting the top rope, sparing both men the risk of being counted out as they lie their motionless. Chicago wills them to their feet, Ospreay sending Okada back into the ring before using the surge of energy and momentum to get the challenger up for a STORMBREAKER! HE GOT HIM! OSPREAY’S GONNA DO IT! Ospreay leaps atop Okada, grabbing the leg and leaning back into a deep cover, putting all his weight across the challenger’s shoulders… ONE! TWO! THRE-OKADA’S FOOT IS HOVERING OVER THE BOTTOM ROPE, OSPREAY TOO ENTHUSIASTIC WITH HIS PIN! The Bucks look like they’re about to have panic attacks as an exasperated, mentally battered Ospreay fights back tears, a fraction of an inch away from redemption. However, he knows he’s got control, so all he has to do is take this one home.
Both men are in deep waters now, and with both being renowned for their gas tanks, it’s clearly come down to a war of attrition, both men knowing that it’ll all come down to landing the one big move that’ll keep one of them down. They’ve both sustained plenty of damage, but as Ospreay staggers over to the downed Okada, he gets this look in his eyes - the look of a man who has the chance to do the funniest thing ever against a man he resents oh so much. Ospreay grabs Okada’s wrist, the crowd letting out an “oooh” as it becomes clear he’s going for his own parody of the Rainmaker, traditionally a ripcord Spanish Fly. Okada is on dream street as Ospreay positions him, pulling the wrist to whip Okada around… but the Rainmaker is still wise to Ospreay’s moveset, keeping an arm near his side to stop Ospreay from latching on for a Spanish Fly. However, he wasn’t wise enough, Ospreay digging into Kenny Omega’s toolkit with a RAIN TRIGGER, BLINDSIDING OKADA WITH A HUGE HIT HE DIDN’T SEE COMING! Okada falls into the ropes, trying to keep himself upright by keeping a firm grip on the top rope, only to be uprooted by a POISON RANA, OSPREAY SPIKING THE CHALLENGER RIGHT ON HIS HEAD! He stumbles to the corner, Okada looking to find his footing as he gets to his knees… AND EATS A HIDDEN BLADE STRAIGHT TO THE FACE, OSPREAY MOWING STRAIGHT THROUGH HIS CHALLENGER! ONE! TWO! THRE-OKADA GETS THE SHOULDER UP, AND THE GRUELLING BOUT CONTINUES!
Justin Roberts is starting to sound pretty nervous as he makes the 50 minute time call, informing both competitors that there’s only ten minutes left in their longest bout against one another to date. Ospreay crawls towards the ropes, driven by pure determination as he peels off his elbow pad, winding up for the Hidden Blade of a lifetime as Okada slowly starts to stir. Both men have taken each other’s biggest shots, but Okada’s in the champion’s sights now, Ospreay waiting until he’s in the perfect position before CHARGING AT FULL TILT INTO A DROPKICK FROM OKADA! Somehow, Okada’s still got pristine form this late into the match, but there’s no time to linger on his magnificence as he rises to his feet, dazed and confused, in desperate need of a dagger against Ospreay. He leans over to hook Ospreay’s wrist, calling for a second Rainmaker, and now he ripcords him in, ONLY FOR OSPREAY TO BLAST HIM WITH A HIDDEN BLADE TO THE FACE ONCE AGAIN ON THE REBOUND! Okada somehow keeps hold of Ospreay’s wrist, tumbling into the ropes and dragging the champion with him, gritting his teeth and letting out a primal roar before CLOBBERING OSPREAY WITH A SHORT ARM LARIAT, BRINGING THEM BOTH DOWN TO THE MAT! Ospreay gets the slightly better landing tactically, turned completely inside out and managing to drape an arm over… ONE! TWO! THRE-NOO! Okada’s kickout flips Ospreay onto his back, the Rainmaker now making an exhausted pinfall attempt… ONE! TWO! THRE-KICKOUT! WHAT’S IT GOING TO TAKE FOR ONE OF THESE MEN TO STAY DOWN?
Puddles of Ospreay’s blood stain the canvas as both men lie there, the unimaginable exhaustion washing over both of them as they fight to be the first man to a vertical base. Commentary discusses the importance of securing the upper hand at this moment, and somehow, it’s Ospreay who’s up first, although only by a matter of seconds. Okada decks him with a forearm, the Rainmaker doubled over trying to catch his breath, but Ospreay clocks him with one of his own, followed by a ROLLING ELBOW TO DROP OKADA TO A KNEE! Ospreay ponders a moment, considering going for a Storm Driver 93, and as Justin Roberts says there’s five minutes remaining, he goes for it. He hooks Okada’s arms in a butterfly, muscling him up off his feet… but Okada drops down to his knees, Ospreay too exhausted to lift 250 pounds into position if that 250 pounds is still fighting back. The champion knees Okada in the face before going for it again, but this time, Okada shifts his weight back and SWINGS OSPREAY OVER HIS OWN SHOULDER FOR AN AIR RAID CRASH NECKBREAKER! Ospreay goes down like a sack of potatoes, clutching the back of his neck in pure agony, unable to function properly as Okada scrapes him off the canvas and positions him for an EMPHATIC COBRA FLOWSION, DRIVING OSPREAY’S NECK INTO THE MAT ONCE AGAIN WITH A RESOUNDING THUD! The challenger rises to his feet behind his foe… AND SPREADS HIS ARMS, THE CAMERA ZOOMING OUT TO ENCOMPASS THE CHICAGO CROWD! OKADA HITS THE RAINMAKER POSE, AND HE’S READY TO STUNT ON OSPREAY ONCE MORE!
Ospreay’s in the perfect position for the Rainmaker, only a few minutes left on the clock, but both men’s movements have become lethargic and feeble after all they’ve been through. Matthew and Nicholas pound the mat to encourage Okada as he painstakingly leans over to latch on to Ospreay’s wrist, the champion fighting as best he can with a few back elbows, all of which miss the mark. Okada drives a forearm into the back of Ospreay’s neck, dropping him to his knees again before finally heaving him up for the Rainmaker, winding up… AND WHIZZING RIGHT BY OSPREAY, WHO COLLAPSES FROM EXHAUSTION! Okada falls in a heap behind him, but he’s still in better shape than Ospreay with moments remaining. With the last of his adrenaline, Okada scrambles up and picks Ospreay up once more, positioning him for a Rainmaker… BUT OSPREAY DUCKS, THIS TIME BREAKING INTO A SPRINT TO GET OUT OF THE WRISTLOCK! HE BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES, OKADA TOO TIRED TO SPIN AROUND IN TIME, AND NOW OSPREAY NAILS AN UNPROTECTED HIDDEN BLADE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! He’s got to roll him over, the seconds counting down as Ospreay simply digs his shoulder into the Rainmaker’s arm to slowly turn him onto his back, struggling to hook the leg… ONE! TWO! THRE-KICKOUT! OKADA GOT THE SHOULDER UP! Ospreay can’t believe it, fighting to get his feet under him, frantically attempting to hook Okada’s arms to get him into position for a Storm… ding ding ding.
Will Ospreay and Kazuchika Okada fought to a draw (60:00), for Ospreay to retain the AEW World Title
Road to WrestleDream
With Ospreay having been unable to put away the Rainmaker within an hour, it’s pretty clear that a rematch has to be on the horizon, but the question is where. Both Grand Slam and WrestleDream are coming up, and on Dynamite, Okada lays down the gauntlet for the PPV, saying that he intends to win the AEW Title at a show paying tribute to one of his idols in Antonio Inoki. However, Ospreay’s not off the hook until October just yet - Grand Slam still stands in the way, and a battle between two of his fantastic previous opponents is set to determine his challenger for the event. Those opponents? Swerve Strickland and MJF. In the end, MJF manages to pull out the win, securing a title challenge right next door to his home at Grand Slam. Ospreay walks in insecure, just as he did in the Owen Finals, but this time with good reason - his first title defence was hardly a successful one, and he might not even have the chance to make up for it if he doesn’t manage to put away the longest-reigning AEW World Champion ever, in their home state. The pressure’s on for the Assassin, and with challengers hounding him, all he can do is try and build momentum with wins week over week. He doesn’t bother trying to match MJF on the stick, the next challenger eviscerating the champion with promo after promo until the go-home show, where a fed up Ospreay simply snipes him with a Hidden Blade to cut him off. Grabbing the microphone, Will promises to prove the title belongs around his waist, telling MJF that he wants the same Max who dominated the AEW main event scene for over a year.
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2024.05.29 04:02 ultrastarwarsgamer99 Doki Doki: Branching Paths Asset Guidelines

Hello all! It's ultrastarwarsfan again, the creator of Doki Doki: Encore and the lead dev of Doki Doki: Branching Paths! It's been a while and I hope you're all doing well! I figured if I were ever to post again in this subreddit, it'd be for completely different reasons, but some recent events have compelled me to make this post.
To start off, I want to continue to thank all of your for your continued support and appreciation of Doki Doki: Branching Paths! It means a lot to us on the team that the mod is still receiving some attention even after being released nearly a half year ago. A lot of work, love and passion went into the project and it warms our heart anytime we see a new YouTube video about the mod or even a discussion post about it.
That being said, since the mod's release we have come across a handful of videos that have used assets from Branching Paths (and not for commentary or gameplay purposes). I won't get into every single case, and truthfully there aren't many, but one such case involved the entire soundtrack of the mod being uploaded into one video, and another case where soundtracks from the mod were being used in someone's web series. Each time, credit was either already given or we contacted the uploader requesting they properly credit and they complied, which from our standpoint is fine. However, I wanted to make this post to clarify going forward what assets are allowed to be used and which aren't, as well as potentially get ahead of possible future cases where mod assets may be used.
To state this right now: we are not looking to threaten a takedown of anybody's videos or work. Frankly, that's the last thing we'd ever want to do. I'm personally a big believer in giving back to the community, and I understand that a lot of modders can't necessarily afford to pay for things like soundtracks or backgrounds, so I try to be willing to share as much as I can and in the hopes that I can help somebody achieve their dreams. I also want to state that I try to be as pro-artist as much as I can. What this means is that my general philosophy when it comes to commissions is that while I pay the artist for their work, they give me the exclusive right to use their work in mine for whatever purpose. Even though I do exercise my discretion when authorizing the use of mod assets for outside use, I at least try to touch base with the artist to make sure they're comfortable with their work being used in other fashions. That all being said, these cases don't come up very often for me.
Since the most recent case, I have touched base with my former artists that I am able to contact (which is pretty much most of them) to inform them of the situation and to get their opinions on how they'd like BP assets to be used outside of the mod going forward. Our guidelines are a reflection of their wishes in addition to what I'm personally comfortable with being used outside of BP.
As far as music goes...
Music has been really the only things we've dealt with, but I do want to preemptively get ahead on the terms of use for our art assets as well:
I do want to state that I was able to touch base with every CG/sprite artist who worked on BP, and they each have the final say on how their own work is used outside of the mod.
Story/Intellectual Property:
I believe that covers all our bases! Most of this just being preemptive but I also wanted to clarify what I'm comfortable with what can be used outside of BP.
To reiterate: the artists ultimately have the final say on how their work is used outside of BP. I personally won't be going around policing these guidelines, but if I happen to come across something that's in violation of these guidelines, I will act. So if in the event one of our artists contacts you, please respect their wishes. That being said, I know each of them to be pretty open-minded and chill, so just as long as you credit them at the end of the day I don't anticipate you having any issues.
To also share some other news: I have not made any decision on if there will be a additional content to Branching Paths. Partly because I really haven't had much time to ponder it. Without going into all that much detail, I'm going through some life/career changes right now and I've had a lot deal with. I am doing ok (could better, could be worse), but DDLC Modding has not been really on my mind. I am proud as I can be of BP and the reception its gotten since its release and I appreciate the enthusiasm for the mod! This is truly a wonderful community and I will always be around in some way, even if I'm just a silent observer.
My thinking hasn't really changed: I'm still potentially willing to do another season for the story, but my interests have leaned heavily towards pursuing something else that is non-DDLC related. I will be having a lot of free time opening up in the coming weeks and possibly months, so we'll see what happens.
Once again, thank you all for your continued support! If you have questions, comments or concerns about these guidelines or anything that was mentioned in this post, don't hesitate to reach out!
Thank you!
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2024.05.29 04:00 WutheringWavesMod Daily Questions Megathread - May 29, 2024

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2024.05.29 03:59 Mean_Air4486 Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss - Hell and Heaven Hierarchy

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss - Hell and Heaven Hierarchy
Hello, just a reminder this is not canon to the actual show and is just my interpretation, most of the stuff that ain’t confirmed is basically heavens side and roo, but still please be respectful and feel free to leave your own advice and opinion on what you would change around or what you disagree with, please enjoy!
Also, I will be going over my reasoning for every ranking, so buckle up for a long read lmao.
  1. God - If I gotta explain him being the most powerful then society has failed as a whole.
  2. Jesus / Root of all evil a.k.a Roo - So I saw the prince of heaven and my immediate reaction was just Jesus, so that’s my interpretation of it but interpret how you want, now the reason I placed Roo basically that powerful is because she is literally THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL, it’s unclear if she’s Eve herself or not, but if she’s able to feed evil off things then she’s able to feed off of hell, earth, and from people like Adam who sin in heaven, which if she appears in the show like planned WAYYYY down the line then she’s going to be a damn near impossible enemy to defeat without either teamwork or ya know Jesus himself.
  3. Elder Angels / Archangels - We see the elder angels represented in Lucifer’s song as the ones who were ultimately the ones that banished him and Lilith down to hell, it’s unclear if their shadowy representations of the arch angels in universe or not but we will have to wait to see if we maybe see them in one of the shows, now I put the archangels here because in most popular fictons archangels are viewed as very powerful despite in actual religious texts being below a lot of different angels, you can interpret those ones how you want.
  4. Lucifer Morningstar / Seraphim - So in the show it seems that Lucifer seems to be a Seraphim, despite being a archangel in a lot of texts, or would make sense for him and Sera being the same power level and opposites of eachother with one ruling heaven and the other being ruler of hell, now how Emily fits into this im not for sure, unless theirs different levels of being a seraphim with Lucifer and Sera being the highest level of them.
  5. Charlie / Lilith / Adam - Now we have these guys, now for confirmed stuff we know as Lilith and Lucifer’s child Charlie is naturally pretty powerful along with the fact of she’s the princess of Hell, with Lilith it gets a little messy, because by technicality she should just be a sinner, but she could either A. Be naturally powerful because she was the first human, B. Could be channeling power from Lucifer, or C. May potentially have her soul owned to someone higher up and they give her power for her protection as Queen of Hell. It also gets messy with Adam, because again he should be technically a human winner not a high ranking angel, then again he could just have been in heaven so long he naturally grew power, or is channeling from a source, or it’s just where he is the first human, who knows. Interpret that how you want.
  6. The Seven Deadly Sins / The Seven Heavenly Virtues - We know get to Mammon and all of them, but my main question is are the Sins hellborn or fallen angels? And if they are fallen angels how powerful were they? Because if their heaven parallel are the seven heavenly virtues does that mean their were originally 14 heavenly virtues and 7 of them tried to rebel shortly after Lucifer and fell at the same time or around same time as him, also I wonder if the 7 heavenly virtues rule over different parts of heaven or not.
  7. Ars Goetia / Dominions - The Ars goetia are a very powerful hellborns that rule over like random stuff like space or stars, they seem to be the hell stereotype of just royal rich. The dominions seem to be like the the heaven parallel to them, from what I researched, could be wrong though few free to call me out.
  8. Overlords / Principalities - Okay so overlords are confirmed to be sinners who gained power through deals or business, we know their under the ars goetia in terms of power, but are above regular sinners, for the principalities idk how that would translate for heaven terms, maybe people who done a mass amount of good like Martin Luther King Jr. Who knows?
  9. Sinners / Winners - They are human souls that either go to heaven or hell once they die,sinners can become overlords or lose their title as overlords if situation warrants, idk if this would apply to Winners or not.
  10. The Hellborn / The Heavenborn - These are the natives that are born in either heaven or hell, such as Versoicq or the sharks from greed, it seems that the creatures that throw Clyde and the other cherubs out of heaven are heaven born but I’m not for sure.
  11. Imps and Hellhounds/Cherubs/Exterminators - Imps and hellhounds are the lowest of the hell hierarchy, with cherubs have been set up as their heaven parallels assuming their probably the lowest, now for the exterminators, the reason I placed them so low is because they seemed like to be the most basic form of angel, they had no powers, and only done offense when commiting the exterminations, they were probably publicly defamed after getting outted for the exterminations, it only took Charlie and the gang a MONTH to get everything together and turn the tables on them, they only portrayed as big scary angels when their not, which is why I placed them so low on the list.
That is my hierarchy list for the hazbin hotel and helluva boss shows, I hope you enjoy the list!
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2024.05.29 03:43 cheapcottontee The nightmare is over. I'm free.

I am officially out. Two nights I made the decision to finally walk out, and I am definitely officially out of that household. All the years, all the abuse, all the venom and narcissism and manipulation, gone in one night. I am starting to feel so light, so free. And it all started with one little argument to finally push me over the edge. So for context, I'm 22. I'm an international student from Mexico, and I'm living right now in the United States, studying a I tried running away from the house a little over a year ago, back when I still lived in Mexico. It didn't work. I didn't have a support network, it wasn't a generally good environment, and my parents had way too many connections to make it safe for me to go outside and enjoy life without being stalked. I ended up going back to their home, giving them a second chance under the guise of them "having changed" and us going to therapy.(All of this of course after they broke into my home to get me to "talk") Obviously, things went back to what they always are. Now the whole fallout starts about two weeks ago. My parents went on a trip back to Mexico. I stayed home alone, and the entire week I kept thinking to myself, I was so free. I felt more at peace than I had been in months without them at home. While they were gone, I went on a trip with my cousin to my aunt's house. I had a talk with that whole side of the family (My aunt, my uncle, my cousins) and I finally opened up to them about years of abuse. Years of pain and complaints that I kept in me. And I had to be honest with myself and tell them "I'm not happy there anymore". I received hugs, they cried with me, and they told me that they've known she had a problem for years, they just didn't know the extent and depth. Pretty much my entire extended family has beef with my mom because she's put in so much effort in burning every bridge in her life with the way she treats people. I was finally seen and understood and validated by family, they told me "This is not okay". They told me "We are here for you"
Fast forward to two nights ago. My family and I have, by this point, moved to a new place to rent, and my dad buys some Ikea furniture for our rooms. It's night time and I'm in my room assembling a bedframe and a night stand. I am so tired and done with the whole process, and my Narcissist mother comes in. I placed my bed away from either wall of my room so that there's space for me to jump into bed from either side. I guess she didn't appreciate that (even though it's MY room and it doesn't affect her), and the following conversation ensued: "You're gonna need 2 night stands for that bed placement to work" "Huh? What do you mean?" "One space is gonna be empty if you put your bed there (??)" "Oh but I'm not placing the night stand there" "What do you mean you're not?" "Yeah, I'm gonna place it over here. Not next to the bed" "Well that's not where it goes, it's supposed to go next to your bed" "Yeah, but I don't like it next to my bed, I like it here" By this point she starts raising her voice "Yeah! And I'm telling you that's not what night stands are made for." "Well I don't like it there! It's my room" "Lower your tone!" "I'm not even yelling at you" "Yes you are!!!" My dad comes in the room. As usual, he immediately takes her side without asking questions "Hey!! Calm down!! Lower your tone [my name]!!" "I'm not even yelling" "Yes you are, you don't realize the way you talk to us" My mom suddenly brings up something from earlier in the day. I introduced her to a college classmate I ran into, and I guess she made up some narrative in her mind: "And you know what!! The way your friend said hi to me earlier today, I know you've been talking about me. He didn't even want to hug me!!! I know you've been talking badly about me behind my back, like you always do!!!" (This literally never happened. I'm not even that close to this classmate. He knows next to nothing about my personal life) "What are you even talking about?? No I didn't!" "Yes you did!!" "No I did not" "I know for a fact you did!! You've done it before, liar" "Ugh you know what? You're imagining stuff. You're making stuff up that isn't there. I'm telling you I didn't." She walks out of the room rolling eyes at me like I'm some idiot she has to deal with, and my dad stays in the room with me. He goes on this very vague and inflammatory lecture about 'the boy who cried wolf' and how my actions have repercussions on my reputation. About how 8 years ago I complained about them to some friend and now they can't trust me anymore. I tell him that I'm not doing that and that, I'm not sure what hoops they expect me to jump through to "prove" I'm trustworthy again. My mom suddenly walks in the room again, and she says "If you've changed so much, why don't you let us go through your computer, huh?? since you're so different now and you've changed so much!! Go on [dad's name], take his computer and go through it, let's see what we find" This of course with the intent of checking all my emails, messages, content, anything. As I've posted here before, my parents absolutely hate my significant other, and I know that if they go on my computer and see my messages with her, it's going to catapult me into a whole new realm of abuse and isolation. Plus, I'm 22. Why should my parents have access to MY computer and my private matters?? This whole time I am thinking, "I can't do this anymore. I can't stand this. I can't live like this, I can't anymore. When will I put a stop to this??" My dad stands up from where he was sitting next to me, and he goes "Well come on then, [my name]. Are you gonna show us?" My mom, like a comedically evil witch is barking orders with a sinister smile and a vengeful tone on her "Take his computer now!" "You WILL give us the password [my name]" This entire time, I am silent. I am silent for what seems like an eternity. In reality it must have been a minute or two. Finally, they snap after watching me silently "Give us the password now!!" And finally my survival instincts kick in. All those years, all that time. And I have had it. I can't do it anymore. I stood up, I shrugged, I adjusted my pants, and with my firm voice I went "No." The shock on their faces was like the shock you saw at the Oscars when Will Smith slapped Chris Rock "EXCUSE YOU!! GIVE IT TO US NOW!! REBELLIOUS CHILD!! GIVE IT UP NOW!!" "No. I won't." And immediately as if on cue "Get out of this house. Get out right now" "Okay!" I started grabbing a bunch of sweaters and items, and my mom immediately goes "You're not taking anything out of this house!!" "Okay!" And I head downstairs to get out. Immediately they run after me to block the door "You're not leaving" "Yes I am, you just kicked me out" "Oh you ARE kicked out!!! After we talk!" "Nope, I'm leaving now" There's a small tussle and fight. They try to grab me, I'm stronger than them, I make it out of the house while my mother is saying something about calling the police or whatever. I'm outside the house with my dad and he won't let go, it's just me and him now while that woman is inside doing who knows what. My dad is holding on to my arm "[my name], please let's talk please please" "Let go of me" "Please, I don't want to" "If you don't let go of me right now, I'm gonna start screaming and pounding on the neighbor's door, and it's gonna escalate" He lets go, and finally, I lay it all on him. Years and years of misery, of frustration, which probably warrants a whole other post and which I recorded in my voice memos just in case" I even told him that I know my mom has a mental illness, something I've never expressed to him before. He told me "Please don't tell me what it is", and I respected that. We were outside in the cold talking for about an hour and a half. Until finally my mother opened the door again, this time trying to act innocent and shy and harmless. "You guys are still out here? Come back inside, it's cold. Please, talk the rest inside". My dad tells her: "He doesn't want to come back inside. He says he won't" "Ugh, well then honey, let him grab his things and leave! He doesn't want to, fine!" and I go "Thank you" I head back inside and start packing everything. My mom tries to make small talk, and I'm very civil and answer back normally. Until she goes "You can't take the laptop with you though" "Um yes I can." and back again with her condescending tone "Umm no you can't" "Yes I can, it's mine." "No it's not, we bought it for you" "Yeah, but you gave it to me as a gift. You can't just take gifts back. It's mine" "No!!! That's ours!! And you are LEAVING IT!!" "No!" She reaches for the computer, at the same time I reach for a shirt next to the computer, she sees my arm approaching and she starts screeching like an animal "DONT YOU TOUCH ME!!! DON'T DARE LAY A SINGLE FINGER ON ME!! IF YOU TOUCH A SINGLE HAIR I'LL HAVE YOU IN JAIL FOR A YEAR" (yeah ok) I just had to smile at how dramatic she is. "No one's touching you. Calm down" "YOU'RE A MANIPULATOR. YOU LIAR!! YOU'RE A REBELLIOUS UNGRATEFUL CHILD IS WHAT YOU ARE. YOU THINK YOU'RE LEAVING THIS HOUSE WITH THIS COMPUTER? YOU'LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME. YOU THINK YOU'RE TAKING THIS COMPUTER? HUH?" And then she joyfully slammed my laptop against the table. It broke open and pieces flew out. It got completely bent out of shape and obviously rendered useless. She had that narcissistic smile, thinking full of joy, that this would be my last straw, waiting to see how much pain she had inflicted on me by smashing something I worked with. But instead, I laughed in her face. I laughed, and it ignited the fire even more. What followed was a barrage of insults and manipulation tactics "YOU DESERVED ALL THOSE TIMES I BEAT YOU!! TRAITOR. LEECH. JUDAS" (even though she denied she ever even beat me. also, if I'm Judas does that make her god herself in her mind?) I finally finish packing my stuff after going "Ok. Mhm. Wow. Ok. Sure. Uh huh" for 10 minutes. Finally she's done unloading her venom after I mock her face and voice, and she tells me "When you leave, close your door on the way out" "Uh huh, okay" My dad is disappointed. I'm not sure he even knows what I'm feeling or thinking "I see you've made your decision. I wish you'd think about it." "I've been thinking about it for years" "It hurts me that you're doing this" "It hurts me too dad. Sorry this happened" I called my cousin that I mentioned at the start "Hey, sorry to do this so late. Could you come pick me up?" "Yeah, are you okay? What's going on?" "Something happened. I need a place to stay" "Okay, on my way" While I was outside waiting for him to pick me up, my mother tried one last tactic. "Goodbye son" with a warm motherly voice she could only fake. "Goodbye." "You know I love you right? and I forgive you for everything you did" "Hm." "Can I get a hug before you leave?" I wanted to be petty, but for my own conscience I felt that if they crash and died tomorrow, I'd regret not having some sort of goodbye hug. However fake and spiteful it was. So I hugged her very briefly and with a bit of disgust. "I'm glad you called your cousin. Just tell him the truth, say you decided to walk out of here. Not that we kicked you out" Those were the last words we spoke. That we will probably ever speak to each other. That was her concern, what I'd say about her to others.
Once my cousin picked me up, I loaded everything I had in his car, and off we went to his house. I told him everything, and he was glad I had finally put a stop to it. He understood, and now we are here. This is the most free I've ever felt. I'm going to continue my studies without feeling judged at home. I have a proper home now, where I am treated fairly, wanted. There's been so many phone calls, with my aunt, my mother. These days my mother hasn't bothered contacting me. I think she knows she's lost all power on me. My dad on the other hand has sent texts concerned about my well being. I've answered them briefly and he's been respectful enough to not try to do more. My mother from what I last heard called my cousin (He's 33 btw) threatening him with all sorts of insults. My cousin told her she's officially not welcome at the house, and if she shows up, cops will be called on her. My girlfriend is so happy to finally see me out of this horrible house, as am I. I don't know what to even do with all this freedom. I'll take it easy and slow for a bit. No drinking, no crazy stuff. I need to process a lot still, but I'm so glad this is finally over. For years she loved to tell me "Everything you do in secret will be shouted from the rooftops" To threaten and scare me into "confessing" things. Well, if you're reading this, you witch, I am now shouting what you did, and will continue to shout from the rooftops that I beat you. Witch, I know you hate that word. Sorry, not sorry. Thank you everyone. TL;DR: Huge argument with parents about night stand that escalated into me leaving the house for good. Am staying with cousin. Mother has been warned to not come close or cops will be called.
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2024.05.29 03:41 One_Bank9524 disappointed in a ktuber I used to look up to

(Yes I am using a throwaway acct bc I don't want people to harass me on my main lmao.)
So basically, there's this one ktuber I used to look up to a lot: vixxo. I loved her videos, and would follow her on twt, always stay tuned for her lives, etc. but recently (well for the past year) she's done a lot of things that hadn't sit right with me and I'm really disappointed bc I used to look up to her so much. I don't really know how to deal w all this. I already unfollowed her and blocked her on all platforms but since I used to be so obsessed w her content it's rlly hard not to check back in sometimes, and what I noticed is everyone constantly kisses her ass and acts like "the only reason people hate you is because they can't handle critical opinions about their faves" and it feels very invalidating.
Here's a list of things she's done I dislike. Honestly I know some of these things aren't that bad but I just wanted to talk about everything that made me stop liking her. - she just has a very self centered attitude in general. she’s very smug and seems to think she can never be wrong. whenever someone has a positive opinion on a song she dislikes, she implies that they’re forcing themselves to like it. - one example of this: once some guy named berts bayou said that get up (nwjns) was the only kpop ep he liked. then there was a hit tweet quoting him saying “the reason why it’s the only ep you can listen through is bc it’s 12 minutes and your attention span is too low for anything else” or something like that. vixxo replied to that qrt calling it “fucking hilarious” and i just find it so ironic bc she constantly whines about how people don’t respect her opinions, but she can’t respect others. - her account is just a constant cesspool of negativity and it gets rlly tiring after a while. she’s always complaining about how music has gone downhill, there’s no real vocalists in kpop anymore, etc. and yeah ig she can post what she wants but it’s just tiring like girl nobody is forcing you to consume newer kpop. (again it’s ironic bc whenever someone rightfully complains about a hate train their fav group is going thru she’s like “idc i have no sympathy ur responsible for what u consume” ok then that means it’s ur choice to consume newer kpop and u don’t need to shit on it every 2 seconds. also again she has complained about hate trains HER faves went through so it just feels hypocritical) - she has some kinda weird views? like she said it’s “definitely not” okay for a 17 yo and an 18 yo to date each other even if they’re both in high school. like girl be so fr 😭😭 - she talked shit about a bunch of other ktubers when she was 19 and the other ktubers were like 13. like im sorry that’s pathetic behavior 😭 how you an adult and bullying people who just became teenagers like. she was also extremely xenophobic towards them, mocking the way they phrased things and how their voices sounded when english wasn’t even their first language. tbf she did apologize, but she also deflects and victimizes herself every time it’s brought up instead of just admitting she did wrong and people have a right to not want to support her after what she did, especially if they’ve had to deal w xenophobia in their personal lives. she also stays friends with someone who also participated in talking shit about those ktubers and even blocked the victims, AND i saw her initial responses to the victims and they were gaslighty af. “let’s just all do the mature thing and move on” girl what do you mean “let’s” when you were the one who started it and who do you think you are telling literal children they’re being immature for rightfully feeling betrayed. - she cannot ever admit she is/was wrong. one example is the garam situation. basically she wasn’t on garams side (which i think is understandable at first bc it did seem like the evidence was against her) but she also acted like she was a terrible, irredeemable person (ironic asf bc like i said it’s not like vixxo has never bullied anyone before) and referred to her supporters as “followers who cannot construct an original thought”. then when it came out that garam was the victim and was just defending her friend from sexual harassment, vixxo never apologized even though she said she would if garam was proved innocent. when someone brought it up she was like “im not gonna apologize for supporting the victim lol check yourself?” like no you need to apologize for hating on an innocent minor eventually causing her to lose her career, and defending a sexual predator. - she also constantly complained about how garam stans brought her up to praise her after she left lsf, but meanwhile she brought her up even after she left the group to HATE ON HER. she stated that she had “sinister energy” (very weird to say about a minor ESPECIALLY when you’re an adult) and made a tweet about “i cant believe hybe made garam the center when chaewon was in the group”. this was all after garam left the group btw, it’s giving obsessed. if you’re going to drag an innocent girl even after she stopped being an idol, don’t get mad when people support her after she left lesserafim. - when moonbin and sua performed my ear candy together, she commented about how it was “weird” and “creepy” for siblings to perform that song together. then after 4/19/23, she rted a tweet talking about how the performance was so cute. like girl maybe apologize and hold yourself accountable instead of being fake? - she claims to be a “girls girl” but has done many things proving the opposite. for example when illits final lineup was announced, she liked and rted a tweet calling them “r u rigged” and “I’ll-flop”. she also once said something like “no 16 year old except boa and britney has ever slayed hard enough to be called mother” like why are you putting down 16 year old girls if you’re a girls girl? also it’s just pathetic bc she was like 21 when she said that - she supported addison rae (a tiktok influencesinger with a long history of antiblack racism) even after KNOWING about her actions. and i don’t just mean listening to her music, i mean actively supporting, calling her mothecunty, responding “teehee <333” to a comment that said “laurve you being a low key addison rae stan”, and rting her new years eve post. she eventually unstanned her (for a very good reason, idk if im allowed to say why tho) but it just hurts that she didn’t think antiblackness was a big enough dealbreaker. (she’s white btw lmao) - she went along w the nwjns eta conspiracy theory despite the fact that it’s literally based on right wing propaganda?? also it’s just really stupid in general so idk how vixxo sees herself as some great critical thinker when she goes along w whatever people say just to hate on a group. even though this narrative literally feeds into the oppression of basque people, she doesn’t care - once some guy posted about margot robbie in i, tonya and said something like “i always find it so amazing how actors basically have to become just as good as the profession they’re playing” and vixxo responded very rudely like “open up the schools… you don’t know what a stunt double is?” like no girl, not everyone is as smart and educated on film as you are 😱😱 you could’ve just explained instead of being unnecessarily rude. someone pointed out in her retrospring that it wasn’t that serious for her to be rude and she, again, responded rudely, saying something like “he’s literally spreading misinformation” acting like he had some malicious intent. and idk i could be overthinking but the whole incident felt very racially motivated imo (the guy who made the original post was black, vixxo like i said is white). idk it just feels like a white person who doesn’t see black people as worthy of respect so when a black guy gets something wrong, her immediate response is to be hostile and act like he has bad intentions / is purposefully trying to spread misinformation rather than correcting him in a respectful way. like i said i could be overthinking but the way she treated him definitely felt at least slightly racist. she probably didn’t intend to but that’s how it came off - she made a video about problems in ktube where she talked about nonblack people using aave. during it, she provided a list of commonly used aave terms and said something like “ive used these terms before im sorry and ill never use them again” which would be fine… except for the fact that she used some of those terms again (ex. slay) AFTER making that video. tbh im so used to nonblacks using (or misusing) aave so im not even mad at her for that, im more mad at the fact that she KNEW it was wrong and did it anyway. just feels v performative - she constantly encourages her viewers to have a parasocial relationship with her (which is weird bc she’s not a celebrity) by referring to them unironically as vixxonators, responding stuff like “teehee i love this <33” whenever someone admits to having a parasocial relationship with her, etc. but whenever someone criticizes her she pulls the “some of you guys expect too much from me im not media trained nor do i wish to become a celebrity” card. like you can’t encourage people to have a parasocial relationship with you but then complain about it ad soon as you’re criticized for your actions. also you don’t have to have a parasocial relationship with someone to criticize them - I think there’s a few more things but ive already written a lot so that’s all for now
So yeah. Like I said idrk how to deal w these feelings. It almost feels like she betrayed me, and I know this is a dumb/delusional view to have, but it just sucks bc I used to look up to her sm. Feel free to comment advice, tell me what you think of her actions , validate me, invalidate me, etc.
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2024.05.29 03:40 Thinshady21 Why has this turned to a Wuthering Waves Subreddit?

I definitely think I’m not the only one who has noticed the unnecessary Wuthering Waves discourse on this subreddit that regularly won’t be accepted if it was any other gacha games. And the mods that are usually quick to lock posts similar to this are allowing it to roam scot free.
From people complaining about the game bugs when it has its own subreddit that would not only be a better place to complain about, to whole slander campaigns. And not only on the opposers but also the supporters who have to talk about any little thing that they encounter in the game in this subreddit too, talking about meta or not, and upcoming banners in game.
This is supposed to just deal with the barest minimum of general information like it’s initial launch, possible upcoming rewards, and only major errors, not stuff like little bugs that can be rectified and resolved quite quickly, IRL drama, or fanbase wars. If it was any other game it would have been either minimized or outright removed and stopped.
I see no reason why people are outright having fanbase wars in here, stick to Twitter instead. No reason for Hoyoverse vs Kuro games stans to be going at it against each other and rather than curbing it instead it is left running rampant. Rather than all this, I would assume that the wisest option for the mods to do is instead refer the complaints to the right locations.
And before any fools go ahead and say some nonsense, I frankly couldn’t care enough about both fanbases. I just want to open Reddit like the miserable human being I am and see something new and informative.
So please Mods, curb the unnecessary dialogue, refer anything about the game to its respective subreddit and actually leave the only important stuff. I would think many other people would agree with my stance on this because it is not only spreading hate but the promotion of this discourse is actually overshadowing other important topics that could be addressed by the general community.
Thanks.
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2024.05.29 03:32 SnowCountryBoy 5/29 KoT Support Group Info, Guidelines, & Link

Hello, Restorers!
Just another friendly reminder that we'll be holding our KoT Restoration Support Group tomorrow, Wednesday the 29th, at 8:00 PM EDT.
We'll take the first 15 minutes of every meeting to go over some basic info and get everyone up to speed on the session agenda before we get started. At 8:15, the meeting will be closed to new participants in an effort to limit distractions. From there, the conversation will be open-ended; I have some topics prepared, but the main purpose of this time is for us to listen to and offer support to each other.
At 9:00, we'll bring the session to a close, and summarize what we talked about together. From there, I'll keep the Zoom meeting open until 9:30 in case some people would like to stick around for any extra discussion.
GROUP GUIDELINES:
-Confidentiality first: What is said in group stays in the group. Privacy and trust are essential in order for the group to work.
-This is an accepting, judgment-free, safe space: Group is intended to be a place free of bias, conflict, criticism, or potentially threatening actions or conversations. We all need to be comfortable sharing feelings, opinions, and experiences without fear of judgment or harm.
-Listen to each other: We will give group members the space to speak freely, and will respect their time by not interrupting or talking over them. Listening and relating to the experiences of others is the main benefit of a support group.
-Always be honest: We only get out of group what we put in- honesty with ourselves and the group is key to ensuring we can all learn from each other.
-Be respectful and encouraging to each other: We are here to lift each other up, encourage each other, and connect over our shared experiences. Despite tackling difficult topics, this group is about finding positivity and supporting healthy coping mechanisms.
-Be on time: To make the most of our time together, we ask that you join the meeting in a timely manner. To prevent distractions, the Zoom call will be closed to new participants at 8:15 PM.
-Remove distractions during group: Please set aside "quiet time" during group- silence phones and other devices, and limit background activity. This is a time for us to come together.
Here is the Zoom link:
https://us05web.zoom.us/j/81885026599?pwd=66SKNNxab0osQ8b4nMypb0cCHHIOL2.1
Passcode: "restore"
Looking forward to seeing you there! I will make one more post on Wednesday at 10:00 AM EDT with the link in case some don't see this post in time. As always, please comment below!
Again, we're meeting tomorrow, Wednesday, May 29, at 8:00 PM Eastern, via the link above.
An important note: This is a support group. That means our aim is to provide a judgment-free, accepting, and positive safe space for restorers to speak freely. The primary focus of the group is to have informed, intellectual discussions about foreskin restoration while also sharing personal milestones and progress along each of our journeys. However, we will be discussing some topics that may be difficult for some people, as this is a journey many embark on from a place of pain, trauma, or anger. While we absolutely welcome new and curious restorers, we ask that all who attend be respectful and mindful of other restorers’ privacy and personal boundaries. It is not a sex/hookup/kink group- there are plenty of other places on reddit for that!
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2024.05.29 03:23 Status-Vermicelli384 Only the worst …

Literally, only the worst type of human goes live on Memorial Day with the expectation they will be given free money for existing and “having a meal with them”
At least take ONE DAY to pay some respect for the people who lost their lives doing something you will never understand you selfish prick.
It’s a national holiday, we can’t make it any easier for you. Everyone is also participating so it’s not like you forgot.
Just so disgusting.
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2024.05.29 03:20 UnmovableFeast Pitchforks

It happened. He didn't deny that. Not like he was a suspect or anything—not yet—but he never denied it to himself. At the same time, this all happened over a decade ago—twelve years to be exact.
He didn't think of it every day; in fact, sometimes an entire month would go by where it barely crossed his mind.
In a way, that whole experience—he thought of all the abductions and murders as a singular event—now felt as if it belonged to somebody else.
It was a time in his life when he was confused, mixed-up, searching; a dark time, you know, like a phase. Who didn't have one of those in their past?
Plus, he was married now. His wife, Dee, obviously didn't know about it and he felt no obligation to tell her. Did he ask about her former lovers?
Sometimes there are things in the past and you just let them be. Whether it was Dee losing her virginity to the quarterback of the football team in the backseat at a drive-in or him using multiple black garbage bags and masking tape on that thing he didn't have time to bury in rural Tennessee, everyone has things they would rather forget about. Sometimes you just leave things where they lie.
So that's what Ned Doyle did.
Until that Sunday morning, November 6th, 1988.
He was a having a glass of Dee's pulpy homemade orange juice, waiting for his coffee to percolate, when he opened his heavy weekend edition of the New York Times (probably Ned's greatest extravagance—he liked its heft; and how the Arts & Leisure section made him feel culturally superior to his Ohio townsfolk, “the Philistines of Findlay,” he called them) when he saw the article buried in the back.
The country was two days from heading to the polls for the General Election—Bush v. Dukakis—so most everything else that week had been relegated to the back.
He read the article twice before he could even begin to make sense of it. It seemed to be a story about something called "DNA fingerprinting" and a 27-year-old baker in Great Britain named Colin Pitchfork who had confessed to raping and murdering two 15-year-old girls, in separate incidents a few years apart, after a new scientific process had been used to extract information from semen which he, Colin Pitchfork, had left at the crime scenes (likely inside the victims) some five years earlier.
Now if they could do all that after five years, why not ten years—or maybe even… twelve?
"Interesting story here," he said to Dee. It wasn't uncommon for Ned to read a news story twice—once for himself and a second time aloud to Dee while she brewed his coffee and burnt her toast. But this was his third reading and Ned acted as if it were his first.
"What do you make of that?" he asked. It somehow got worse each time he read it. After the third time, he felt as if he had been sucker punched in the stomach.
"Science Fiction is what it sounds like," Dee said matter-of-factly, pouring Ned his coffee in a mug that bore the Marathon Oil insignia. Findlay, Ohio was Marathon’s headquarters although there had been rumors circulating about a move to Texas.
"And unconstitutional," he said. "Cops running a dragnet like that, taking blood samples from 5,000 townspeople. Thankfully, that would never pass the muster here."
"They did catch the killer so maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea," she said, buttering her burnt toast. "Otherwise, who knows? They could have convicted the wrong man.”
Ned had already gotten lucky once – astonishingly so. Griffin Gerald Jones, the famed “I-75 Corridor Child Killer,” had claimed responsibility for all but one of Ned’s victims before dying in Florida’s electric chair.
"You can't have police in this country running around, sticking everyone with needles, drawing blood for some sort of science experiment,” he said. “Nevermind the Constitution, what about AIDS?”
“What about it?” she asked.
“There's been hundreds, thousands of cases now where people have been infected by giving blood,” he said. “That's a medical fact. Get accused of a crime and AIDS too?"
"It doesn't sound like any of the townspeople there in England got AIDS, darling. Unless there's more to the story, besides what you read to me."
He watched her spread orange marmalade over her burnt toast and take a bite. She had a dead tooth and he saw it every time she opened her mouth. He loved Dee but had never been sexually attracted to her. Not in the way he had been attracted to others.
"It really is just a matter of time before that stuff makes it over here," she said with her mouth full. "To this side of the pond, as they say." She took a sip of his orange juice. "Isn’t that how it always works? Things start over there in England, or in California, and then phht, before you know it, it makes its way to Findlay."
He held his hand over his stomach. She saw him wince.
"Was it my orange juice again? Was it still pulpy? I squeezed it by hand and even strained it twice this time."
"It’s not your fault,” he said. “I think it’s me. Orange juice is getting too… acidic for me." He looked at the clock on the coffee maker. "I'm going to be late."
He turned the page.
He played the 8 o'clock Mass by rote as he had many a bleary-eyed Sunday morning. It was pure muscle memory at this point. He made a few mistakes here and there, missed a key or two, but it was nothing the organ's sustain pedal couldn't mask – not that anyone would complain (not at the 8 o'clock anyway).
On Sundays Ned had four Masses: the 8, the 9:30, the big one at 11, and the 12:30 for the dilettantes who couldn't get their acts together for the 11.
He turned the page.
Today he was using Glory and Praise, AKA "the blue hymnal" for songs he knew by heart.
Turning the pages of his sheet music, reading each note, he was able to keep his mind off it.
Ned abhorred cliches (especially those involving sports) but he made an exception for “Out of sight, out of mind.” For Ned, that wasn’t a cliché; it was a way of life. He was a man who preferred to be heard, not seen, which made St. Bartholomew (or St. Bart’s) the perfect home for him.
In a spectacular architectural oversight, the church's pipe organ was situated so the organist's back was to the altar and pews. The organist of course needs to see what's going on in the Mass to read certain non-verbal cues but the arrangement suited Ned just fine. The congregation was comprised of many young families who had many young children—boys in particular—and it wasn't so much that he couldn't control himself because he was now firmly in control of all that; it was more that he didn't need any reminders of that time when he couldn't.
Especially during church.
So to see the altar behind him, Ned had installed an actual rearview mirror, the type you'd find on an old Buick, and he used a special type of putty to affix it to the mantle of the pipe organ. Having been the church organist at St. Bart's for nine years, he seldom needed it anymore—he could do it in his sleep—but it came in handy today as he found his attention drifting and he nearly missed the oratory refrain at the 9:30 Mass.
His real problems didn't start until the 35-minute break between the 8 and 9:30.
He was reorganizing his sheet music after the first wave of churchgoers had cleared out, when he began thinking about Colin Pitchfork again. The article said he was a baker in England somewhere—did it say he baked cakes or was that Ned's invention?
Even though no picture was provided in the Times article, Ned spent the balance of the 9:30 service picturing the 27- year-old ex-rapist/murderer working in his small English bakery, quietly going about his business, baking his cakes, when the police (Bobbies?) came.
Was he expecting them?
He played the offertory hymn, "On Eagle's Wings," as the ushers began taking up the collections and a family of parishioners he’d never seen before brought the gifts up.
And what was going through Pitchfork's head when he saw the Bobbies there? When they began asking him about rapes and murders that happened almost five years ago? The article said that he had initially given investigators someone else's blood when “the enquiry” began. Had he somehow caught wind of this “DNA Fingerprinting?”
There was a new usher, Ned noticed, in his makeshift rearview mirror.
The Times article said that one of Pitchfork's co-workers at the bakery had taken the blood test masquerading as Pitchfork because Pitchfork had told the co-worker that ‘he could not give blood under his own name because he had already given blood while pretending to be a friend of his who had wanted to avoid being harassed by police because of a youthful conviction for burglary.’ This story was later overheard by a woman in a pub who immediately went to the police.
Ned realized he had missed the homily twice now. Not that it mattered. Heard one you've heard them all and Ned was pretty sure there would be no surprises. Plus, he'd have two more chances to catch it. He knew he would have to really focus for the 11 o'clock. That was always the main event. He was going to play "I Will Raise Him Up," a complex hymn, which required his full attention. He would scratch that one now if he hadn’t read that article and if the Sunday programs hadn't already been printed. People liked that one –it was a real barn burner, as they say—and if he skipped it, there might be questions.
The last thing Ned needed right now were fucking questions.
Who was this new usher, by the way?

By the start of the 11 o'clock Mass, Ned wondered whether anyone would even show for the 12:30, seeing that it was already standing room only. The 11 was always the most popular Mass, but today felt different; it was packed like Christmas Eve. What was the occasion? Was the predominantly conservative town that afraid of Dukakis winning the presidency? Ohio was a swing state after all and that image of the little Greek man in the tank was unnerving, sure, but was it enough to warrant this sort of turnout for the 11 AM Mass at St. Bart's in Findlay?
Or was something else going on?
Ned didn’t believe they had come to hear his rendition of "I Will Raise Him Up."
Or could there be another reason? Maybe they had all read the same Times article. Maybe there had long been simmering suspicion of Ned in the community and maybe the article finally prompted the townspeople to join together and take arms. With pitchforks.
On March 31, 1892, the only known lynching in the history of Hancock County occurred when a mob of 1,000 men, many "respectable citizens," broke into the county jail in Findlay. They lynched Mr. Lytle, a man who had killed his wife and two daughters with a hatchet the day before. The townsfolk hanged the man twice (first from the bridge, then a telegraph pole) and then, in a classic case of overkill, shot his body over a dozen times. The authorities had intended to transfer the prisoner out of town at 1 o'clock in secret, where a train was scheduled to transport him to Lima, but someone talked.
Ned had only confessed what he had done to one person – a priest eight years prior. The priest was set to retire as he was dying of pancreatic cancer and visiting from a nearby parish. For years Ned had heard this priest was “of the old school” – i.e., your word to God’s ear, and it went no further. He was as safe as they come. Still, even then, Ned used the screened side of the Confessional, lowered his voice a full octave, and spoke of what he had done obliquely and in generalities. They were mortal sins. His penance severe: to repent and refrain from repeating the act again. The priest was now long dead. There’s no way he could have tracked Ned down and told anyone. Was there?
The last one was named Derek. That was the only one left unsolved.
He would play "I Will Raise Him Up" during Communion. Because of the crowds, he knew the communion lines would be longer and would thus require him to stretch the already difficult song a few minutes longer. If he was going to supply the masses, he was going to need a bigger yield. In a way it was like baking a cake, wasn't it?
He met Derek at a Dairy Queen in Paducah, Kentucky. It was Labor Day 1976. It must have been 100 degrees out, but it felt even hotter with the humidity. It was a real scorcher.
Derek had a bicycle with an American flag banana seat. It was the summer of Bicentennial Fever. The Dairy Queen was in an area known as Noble Park. It had a tin canopy that kept cars cool in the shade.
Ned missed a note as he turned the page. He stepped on the sustain pedal and his mistake sounded deliberate and beautiful even.
It was early evening; fireflies were out in full force and Ned was blotto. He had been drinking beer—cans of Schlitz—all day at the picnic of a friend (technically, the friend of an acquaintance so basically a stranger). A born introvert who still lived alone (this was pre-Dee), Ned was very drunk and primed for small talk. You must also remember this was a very different time. This was back when you still opened cans with an opener; drunk driving was frowned upon but not the cardinal sin it is today; and a grown man could still park outside a Dairy Queen and strike up an innocent conversation with a prepubescent boy on a bike.
"What da ya' got there?" Ned asked.
"Butterscotch Sundae," the boy said. The boy was blonde with brown eyes.
"Butterscotch, eh?"
The boy licked his plastic spoon and stared somewhere beyond the pea-green 1974 Buick Riviera Ned had inherited from his old man after he had kicked the bucket.
"For the life of me, I can't remember if I like butterscotch or not," Ned said. "That probably sounds pretty screwy, I bet."
"Get a free sample at the window,” the kid said. “They're free."
"Looks awfully busy over there. Mind if I have a taste of yours? I don't have any cooties, I promise."
The kid dragged his spoon over his ice cream as he mulled it over. Maybe seeing that he was almost done with it anyway, he figured what's the harm. He handed Ned the Styrofoam cup.
Ned looked at the boy as he stirred it a little and then placed the curved side of the spoon on his tongue and kept it there.
"I do like butterscotch," Ned said, giving it back. "Thank you for sharing that with me, that was awfully kind of you—say, what is your name?"
"Derek," the boy said.
"Derek. What a nice boy you are. Do you like dogs, Derek?"
"Sure," Derek said.
"Do you have a dog?"
"Not anymore. Used to. We had a beagle named Eleanor but she went blind and then lame and then..."
"What kind of dog was she?" Ned asked.
"A beagle," the boy said.
"A beagle, yes you said that. You like Golden Retrievers?"
"Sure," the boy said.
"Cause I have a Golden Retriever. It's a girl too. A bitch."
Derek smiled.
"She's pregnant. I mean she was. But… she just gave birth."
"To puppies?"
"You betcha. It was just a few weeks ago. She had a whole litter of 'em. Boys, girls. Cutest little pups you've ever seen. The thing is, Derek, I don't know what to do with them all. You're a nice boy. You just shared your Butterscotch Sundae with me and I'd care to return the favor. Would you… like a puppy?"
"How much?"
"For nothing,” Ned said. “For free.”
"You'll give me a puppy for nothing? And I can pick the one I want?"
"Sure can. They're at my place just down the road. Thing is, it's probably too far to bike there. And you're going to need both hands to hold on to the puppy. Hop in, I’ll give you a lift."
"What about my bike?"
"We could put it in the trunk but we're not going to be long. We'll be right back. It'll be safe here. People don't take things that aren’t theirs around here – especially when there's a lot of people around."
He remembered waking up on the floor of his apartment disoriented. He was late for work. He was still working as a salesman at the piano store. There was a big Labor Day sale still going on. Labor Day was always a big day for retail. The owner was a nice man and Ned wanted to call him and apologize but he wasn't sure what to say yet.
He hadn't planned on sleeping in. Forgetting work on Labor Day. The irony.
He saw the boy's underwear on his floor. They were tighty-whities from Fruit of the Loom. He thought of that every time he saw an ad for that company afterward.
They weren’t bloody but they were torn.
He remembered the sound of the filter on the aquarium he used to keep in his apartment. It was noisy but sometimes that was a good thing. He was very into Japanese Fighting Fish for a while until it became too expensive as they always killed each other.
There were no puppies obviously.
His apartment did not allow dogs.
His sense of disorientation and the ensuing panic prevented him from experiencing any of the usual remorse he felt afterward.
There would be plenty of time for that later.
The boy's body was in the bathroom just off the bedroom and he needed to get rid of it. He needed to get out of town. Out of Paducah. Out of Kentucky.
He placed the boy in a hardshell Samsonite suitcase, carried it out of his apartment, walked down the one flight of steps. He saw no one and he was confident no one had seen him. The suitcase was lighter than it should have been—a detail he never forgot—and he walked out to the carport where he saw his Riviera parked sloppily between the lines. He felt a wave of nausea come over him but he suppressed it. He opened his trunk, placed the suitcase in the back, and then looked around the apartment complex before walking back inside. He cleaned up with bleach. Showered. Hit the road.
There were no police gathered outside the Dairy Queen. It wasn’t a crime scene. He didn't look to see if the boy’s bike was still there; he didn’t want to appear suspicious.
He needed to get out of Paducah so he headed toward the freeway.
For a moment he briefly considered the Shawnee National Forest, which was to the north, but he stuck to his gut and took the newly-constructed Interstate 24 East toward Tennessee. Aside from getting out of Kentucky, he didn't have a plan. The asphalt was brand new and at times he felt as though he were floating across the highway. It took about two hours to get to the state line and once he was over, he filled up at a 76 Station in Clarksville, Tennessee. Only when he was filling his tank and had a moment to reflect, did he think about what was in the trunk. He imagined he had Superman's X-Ray vision and pictured the suitcase in the back, the boy's tiny body folded like a pretzel inside.
He missed both the readings, the Gospel, and the homily again. Then came the Consecration which was over before he knew it. It was time. He began to play "I Will Raise Him Up." In his rearview, he saw the communion lines forming and he thought he caught a glimpse of the new usher staring at him, but he couldn't be sure. He needed to concentrate on the song. People knew this one; people wanted to hear it exactly as they remembered it, and it was a full house, so the sustain pedal wouldn't save him this time.
Once he made it through the chorus, he knew he could relax a little.
The "DNA fingerprinting" in Pitchfork's case came from semen that was left inside of the victims.
Ned had made it to the outskirts of Nashville faster than he expected. He still hadn't checked in with Mr. Cory, the owner of the piano store. He desperately needed an alibi. Old Mr. Cory could probably send Ned to the electric chair if he wasn't careful.
He got on Highway 386 and headed north. After 20 minutes, he exited in Gallatin and drove around until he found an area he thought was remote. There was a road called Cages Bend.
He liked the sound of that.
It sounded hopeful.
He took that until he came to a gravel road, which looked as if it led to an even more secluded wooded area.
In the rearview, he remembered the cloud of dust kicked up by the tires of the Riviera he had inherited from his father, the drunk, who had done to him what he had gone on to do to others.
In the rearview, the communion lines were still going strong. No sign of that new usher.
He came upon a bend in the road that looked totally secluded, as if no one had been there in years. He cut the engine and listened for a moment. The invisible cicadas high up in the trees made it sound as if a giant rattle snake was slithering around him, preparing to strike. He got out of the car.
He didn't know if it was the trees or the fields of tall grass, but something smelled like semen.
He opened the trunk with his keys and pulled out the hardshell suitcase. When he closed the trunk there was a rustling in the tall grass but when he looked, he saw only a herd of white tail deer scattering.
Initially he had planned on dumping the body and taking the suitcase home with him. He didn't think to bring a shovel. Then he heard the sound of a bush hog—a piece of farm equipment with spinning blades that cut vegetation and cleared the land. He couldn't tell which direction it was coming from. He checked to make sure his suitcase didn't have any labels on it or name tags. He then two black trash bags in his back seat and wrapped the suitcase – one bag around the top, the other on the bottom, and secured it with masking tape. Then he carried it into the woods and set it down in some brush. He began snapping tree branches off to make cover but as the bush hog got louder and closer he panicked, leaving it only partially covered.
The communion lines had dissipated. Everyone was sitting now, even the priest.
Everyone always knelt until the priest sat and Ned should never be playing if the priest was sitting but somehow, Ned had missed his cue.
He concluded "I Will Raise Him Up" softly, using the sustain to ease himself out.
He looked in the rearview and saw the priest staring at him.
As was the rest of the congregation.
They would all be coming for him soon enough.
Unless he could make it back down to Tennessee and get rid of that thing once and for all – assuming it hadn’t been found yet.
Somehow, deep down, Ned always knew it was going to happen.
He was raised up, alright.
Now it was just a matter of time.
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2024.05.29 03:13 zpfgot Union Update and an idea of dues

Union Update and an idea of dues
Union Update
Hello everyone! It's been a couple weeks since my last update, so I thought it's time to summarize some of the discussions the union folk have had since then. I hope you've read and enjoyed the articles we've published on this subreddit about the reasoning for unionization and the demands we've stated. We have ideas for more articles in the coming weeks. so be on the lookout there.
We've been recruiting new members who would like to be involved to some degree with the inner workings of the union. As per usual, if you are interested in joining us and having direct input in the union committee, feel free to send a message to me (or anyone else in the union organizing committee). If you want a minimal degree of involvement by staying up to date and helping us brainstorm ideas, that's great! If you want a greater degree of involvement, including but not limited to, messaging tutors at some point in the future about the union, well, that's even better! Just let me know!
A couple members are going to reach out again to union organizations now that we have achieved the first step in the process - having a sufficient number of people in an organizing committee. This will be our main focus for this week. We're also having casual conversations to get to know one another a bit better. There was a nice pet discussion last week. We've been very friendly with one another, and the camaraderie has been wonderful.
Union Dues
The one topic which hasn't been previously mentioned in any of my posts is the idea of union dues - i.e. your personal cost for the union. I have been intentionally avoiding this topic, as it is not relevant until we actually are unionized. There are going to be costs associated with unionization. For instance, when we get to the eventual bargaining process, I believe it would be necessary to hire a lawyer or law firm to help us with that process. While we are all volunteering now, once we are a recognized union, it will be, at a minimum, a part time job for the people in the leadership roles. There may also be travel costs associated in dealing directly with TDC (though, I'd hope as much can be done remotely as possible). I'll link a short article on the costs of a union, and you're free to do further research as well.
https://guide.unitworkers.com/union-dues-explained/#:~:text=What%20are%20typical%20union%20dues,%241%20for%20every%20%24100%20earned
This article and others I've read over the past couple weeks have pegged union dues to be mostly in the 1-2% of your salary range. Some organizations have union dues which are higher, but I am hypothesizing that ours will be on the low end. I think the costs will be low since we're not seeking anything that would be particularly complex like a healthcare plan, retirement plan, or dental plan (Lisa needs braces!). Our work is remote, so we won't need office space. Our general goals have been on the simpler side - more money directly in our pockets and more autonomy over how we do our jobs. Some unions create a strike fund for the workers so that when a strike occurs, this fund can be tapped to provide an income to the workers while on strike. I'm not sure a strike fund will be necessary on our end, but that's a topic for future discussion. With all of that, let's assume our costs are on the low end. I think it would be helpful to show two examples of how a union can be financially beneficial for the tutors even with union dues of 1% (to keep the math simpler).
We start with the control - where we are now. We need to make some assumptions to create a baseline. Let's say that Anthony is a Master Tutor of Algebra 1 and Geometry in a low minimum wage IC state. He makes $15 per hour while in session, $7.25 per hour for waiting, and has an 80%-20% split between in session and wait time, respectfully. Anthony has a decent primary job, and tutors a couple hours a night, five days a week for some side income. With these parameters, Anthony earns about $578.35 in an average month during the school year ( ($15*8+$7.25*2)*4.3). Since Anthony is an IC, he will eventually need pay about $128.31 in total federal taxes (in the 12% marginal tax bracket, plus Self-Employment Taxes, and allowing 15% to be deducted) on that income, plus about $24.58 (5% after deductions) in state income taxes for a spendable amount of $425.47.
For our first exercise, let's say we are able to unionize, but the negotiations don't go quite as well as we hope. I'm going to call this the "bad case". We are only able to get a 5% raise for in-session time and we ensure that everyone is an employee. In this case, Anthony's new in-session rate is $15.75. Under the same workload, the monthly income increases to $604.15. Since Anthony is now considered an employee, he is subject to FICA taxes instead of Self-Employment taxes. Adding the FICA and income taxes, the federal tax burden will be around $118.72. We can include a state income tax of $30.21 and union dues of $6.04. After taxes, Anthony would have around $449.18 in extra spending money.
In a second exercise, let's say we're able to unionize, and all of our demands are met - i.e. the "good case". Anthony's wait time is increased to $15 per hour, and in session time is $22 per hour with the employee designation. Once again, Anthony works the same hours distribution. Under these parameters, Anthony's monthly pre-tax income would be about $885.80. After federal taxes($174.06), state taxes($44.29), and the 1% in union dues($8.86), Anthony would have $658.59 in extra spending money.
While Anthony is in a lower wage state, we should also consider a higher wage state. For this example, Beverly is also a Master tutor of Algebra 1 and Geometry, but lives in Washington state. She makes $18.28 per hour in session and $16.28 per hour while waiting. She works in a way that is essentially identical to Anthony. Her current monthly income would be approximately $768.84. After the federal tax deduction of $151.08 (WA has no state income tax), Beverly would have $617.76 of spendable money.
In the "bad case" scenario above, the only change would be an increase for the in-session rate to $19.19 per hour. Her monthly income would increase $800.14. After federal taxes and the 1% in union dues, her spendable income would be $634.91 per month.
In the "good case" scenario, the in-session rates increase to $22, while there would be no wait time increase, as it is already higher than $15 per hour. Her monthly pre-tax income would be roughly $896.81, and a post tax income of $711.62
To summarize and TL;DR the information in a table:
Summary of after tax income changes due to unionization
We see that in any case, we do better by unionizing, even with the union dues. My thought experiment is simple, but they should illustrate the point. I would imagine that someone could find a case where someone does worse with unionization. For instance, I couldn't find it at the 10 hr a week level, but my hypothesis is that there is a workload high enough where if the vast majority of your time is wait time, a 1% fee would make you slightly worse off from a direct financial standpoint in a "bad case" scenario.
Keep in mind that this is an example with a single raise. It's highly likely that with unionization, we can ensure annual raises. Considering that we currently seem to get small raises every other presidential term, imagine what annual raises would do to these numbers in year 4 or 5.
Now that we've had qualitative and quantitative articles on the benefits of unionization, are you ready to join us? Let me know! Do you have any questions? Again, let me know!

Note - For my federal taxes calculations, I'm using methods and assumptions similar to my post from a few months ago when I looked at the quantitative differences between IC and PTE income for what I believe is a typical person working for TDC. https://www.reddit.com/tutordotcom/comments/18x4s2t/update_12_ic_vs_pte_quantitative/

Poll (US Only, please!)
How many hours per week do you work during the regular school year?
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2024.05.29 03:04 Tree_fromYT If I started a campaign and successfully launched a fix-ending, and deeply expanded AoT sequel would you watch it? (please don’t be mean in the comments)

Ever since ch. 138 came out I began drafting a story within the AoT universe and the reason I did it wasn’t to "fix" the ending, the ending hadn’t come out yet. The reason was to expand the lore and to answer so many questions I had about this story. It was quite fun to plan it, my basic mindset was laying out all the unsolved plot points and sew them together somehow and it took me around 2 days to do so. - Between 15th and 16th of March, 2021. - I set out planning a 21 chapters story, that would be roughly 100k words long, with chapters coming out week to week and hoping to probably finish it in September 2021.
I ended up with over 500k words, multiple new characters - mostly in the "2000 years ago" storyline, in a pretty fun, but quite dark sci-fi adventure story. There's cannibalism in this - ofc, it's aot - and much gruesomeness and violence, but it's also cute at times... Writing it for the past 3 years has been a lot of fun but admittedly has taken over most of my life and certainly all of my free time. Still it was like therapy for my AoT superfan heart so it's fine.
Now that the epilogue is mostly complete and I'm saying goodbye to this story I started to wonder more about how it would be to see all of those scenes animated and how fantastic they could look. It seems like a mad, unachievable dream, considering how expensive it would be to animate most of it, especially the fight scenes and world-end scenarios. Not to mention the crystal-coated Titans 💀 It would be arduous and it would take very long to get to the ending - around 5 to 7 seasons, depending on the length of the episodes - but it would be quite a journey.
So would you be willing to watch it?
these are the links from where I have my tale published:
Official website - https://aotchanges.art/
other fan fiction sites:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13865688/
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45667639
if you want to know the basics of it, here at the topic it covers:
• Ymir's life, 2000 years ago; • Titan origins (9 titans and pure titans); • The life and death of Maria, Rose & Sina; • The Ackermann family 2000 years ago; • Clear explanation of the Ackermann powers and curse; • A lot more about Paths; • The Titan War (100 years ago); • Karl Fritz and the creation of the Walls; • Hizuru, Marley & Eldia after the Rumbling; • Eren's motivations and Attack Titan powers; • The future of Titans and the world; • Ymir's freedom.
The story focuses on Ymir as the main character and it explores her life, expanding a lot of the lore and explaining many things that were left unanswered. It goes back and forth between that storyline - 2000 years ago - and the future, following the regular main cast that we are used to, plus an even further future with a next generation in a post-rumbling world. That third storyline (post-rumbling) is centred (in the first arc at least) on Mikasa and Armin's son, just to give you a heads up, because for some reason just the idea of them having a child makes some AoT fans uncomfortable, I don’t get why. Hey, I just wanted to have a fun, very smart and very violent (raised by Levi) Ackermann with Uncle Eren issues to play around with ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and I'm not really sorry, he was a fun character to create and still not even close to my favourites Ackermanns, and Fritzs, and Tyburs and other wacky crazies I got to add to this tale between 2000 years ago, years 854 to 867 and now, in the epilogue, up to year 880. (Yes, there are new characters even in the epilogue. 😊)
And don’t worry about the new characters stealing the spotlight, the story also focuses a lot on the main cast that you're used to. Mainly EMA and other mains like Historia and Levi. And I also made sure to expand the story of the Warriors and Survey Corps and other minor characters too. And to give them all very good and respectful sendoffs. That's why it got to over 2000 pages. 😅 I'm not big on hate by the way, I might have some favourite characters, sure. But I respect them all the same. So if you're one of those people who loves "so and so" character but hates other "so and so" characters, then this story is not for you.
PS: Ymir is the main character in this yes, and no, there is no creepy romance between her and King Fritz, there's no creepy stuff in this story in general, there's weird stuff for sure but nothing creepy.
*Real PS: I'm sorry if my post somehow is upsetting or distasteful for you, and I'm thankful for you reading this far regardless. 🙏 I'm not here hoping to offend anyone or trigger bad discussions. I'm just very excited about all that I wrote and very eager to share with other AoT fans.
So, cheers!
Tree 🌳
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2024.05.29 03:02 Tree_fromYT If I started a campaign and successfully launched a fix-ending, and deeply expanded AoT sequel would you watch it? (please don’t be mean in the comments)

Ever since ch. 138 came out I began drafting a story within the AoT universe and the reason I did it wasn’t to "fix" the ending, the ending hadn’t come out yet. The reason was to expand the lore and to answer so many questions I had about this story. It was quite fun to plan it, my basic mindset was laying out all the unsolved plot points and sew them together somehow and it took me around 2 days to do so. - Between 15th and 16th of March, 2021. - I set out planning a 21 chapters story, that would be roughly 100k words long, with chapters coming out week to week and hoping to probably finish it in September 2021.
I ended up with over 500k words, multiple new characters - mostly in the "2000 years ago" storyline, in a pretty fun, but quite dark sci-fi adventure story. There's cannibalism in this - ofc, it's aot - and much gruesomeness and violence, but it's also cute at times... Writing it for the past 3 years has been a lot of fun but admittedly has taken over most of my life and certainly all of my free time. Still it was like therapy for my AoT superfan heart so it's fine.
Now that the epilogue is mostly complete and I'm saying goodbye to this story I started to wonder more about how it would be to see all of those scenes animated and how fantastic they could look. It seems like a mad, unachievable dream, considering how expensive it would be to animate most of it, especially the fight scenes and world-end scenarios. Not to mention the crystal-coated Titans 💀 It would be arduous and it would take very long to get to the ending - around 5 to 7 seasons, depending on the length of the episodes - but it would be quite a journey.
So would you be willing to watch it?
these are the links from where I have my tale published:
Official website - https://aotchanges.art/
other fan fiction sites:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13865688/
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45667639
if you want to know the basics of it, here at the topic it covers:
• Ymir's life, 2000 years ago; • Titan origins (9 titans and pure titans); • The life and death of Maria, Rose & Sina; • The Ackermann family 2000 years ago; • Clear explanation of the Ackermann powers and curse; • A lot more about Paths; • The Titan War (100 years ago); • Karl Fritz and the creation of the Walls; • Hizuru, Marley & Eldia after the Rumbling; • Eren's motivations and Attack Titan powers; • The future of Titans and the world; • Ymir's freedom.
The story focuses on Ymir as the main character and it explores her life, expanding a lot of the lore and explaining many things that were left unanswered. It goes back and forth between that storyline - 2000 years ago - and the future, following the regular main cast that we are used to, plus an even further future with a next generation in a post-rumbling world. That third storyline (post-rumbling) is centred (in the first arc at least) on Mikasa and Armin's son, just to give you a heads up, because for some reason just the idea of them having a child makes some AoT fans uncomfortable, I don’t get why. Hey, I just wanted to have a fun, very smart and very violent (raised by Levi) Ackermann with Uncle Eren issues to play around with ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and I'm not really sorry, he was a fun character to create and still not even close to my favourites Ackermanns, and Fritzs, and Tyburs and other wacky crazies I got to add to this tale between 2000 years ago, years 854 to 867 and now, in the epilogue, up to year 880. (Yes, there are new characters even in the epilogue. 😊)
And don’t worry about the new characters stealing the spotlight, the story also focuses a lot on the main cast that you're used to. Mainly EMA and other mains like Historia and Levi. And I also made sure to expand the story of the Warriors and Survey Corps and other minor characters too. And to give them all very good and respectful sendoffs. That's why it got to over 2000 pages. 😅 I'm not big on hate by the way, I might have some favourite characters, sure. But I respect them all the same. So if you're one of those people who loves "so and so" character but hates other "so and so" characters, then this story is not for you.
PS: Ymir is the main character in this yes, and no, there is no creepy romance between her and King Fritz, there's no creepy stuff in this story in general, there's weird stuff for sure but nothing creepy.
*Real PS: I'm sorry if my post somehow is upsetting or distasteful for you, and I'm thankful for you reading this far regardless. 🙏 I'm not here hoping to offend anyone or trigger bad discussions. I'm just very excited about all that I wrote and very eager to share with other AoT fans.
So, cheers!
Tree 🌳
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2024.05.29 03:00 Tree_fromYT If I started a campaign and successfully launched a fix-ending, and deeply expanded AoT sequel would you watch it?

Ever since ch. 138 came out I began drafting a story within the AoT universe and the reason I did it wasn’t to "fix" the ending, the ending hadn’t come out yet. The reason was to expand the lore and to answer so many questions I had about this story. It was quite fun to plan it, my basic mindset was laying out all the unsolved plot points and sew them together somehow and it took me around 2 days to do so. - Between 15th and 16th of March, 2021. - I set out planning a 21 chapters story, that would be roughly 100k words long, with chapters coming out week to week and hoping to probably finish it in September 2021.
I ended up with over 500k words, multiple new characters - mostly in the "2000 years ago" storyline, in a pretty fun, but quite dark sci-fi adventure story. There's cannibalism in this - ofc, it's aot - and much gruesomeness and violence, but it's also cute at times... Writing it for the past 3 years has been a lot of fun but admittedly has taken over most of my life and certainly all of my free time. Still it was like therapy for my AoT superfan heart so it's fine.
Now that the epilogue is mostly complete and I'm saying goodbye to this story I started to wonder more about how it would be to see all of those scenes animated and how fantastic they could look. It seems like a mad, unachievable dream, considering how expensive it would be to animate most of it, especially the fight scenes and world-end scenarios. Not to mention the crystal-coated Titans 💀 It would be arduous and it would take very long to get to the ending - around 5 to 7 seasons, depending on the length of the episodes - but it would be quite a journey.
So would you be willing to watch it?
these are the links from where I have my tale published:
Official website - https://aotchanges.art/
other fan fiction sites:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13865688/
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45667639
if you want to know the basics of it, here at the topic it covers:
• Ymir's life, 2000 years ago; • Titan origins (9 titans and pure titans); • The life and death of Maria, Rose & Sina; • The Ackermann family 2000 years ago; • Clear explanation of the Ackermann powers and curse; • A lot more about Paths; • The Titan War (100 years ago); • Karl Fritz and the creation of the Walls; • Hizuru, Marley & Eldia after the Rumbling; • Eren's motivations and Attack Titan powers; • The future of Titans and the world; • Ymir's freedom.
The story focuses on Ymir as the main character and it explores her life, expanding a lot of the lore and explaining many things that were left unanswered. It goes back and forth between that storyline - 2000 years ago - and the future, following the regular main cast that we are used to, plus an even further future with a next generation in a post-rumbling world. That third storyline (post-rumbling) is centred (in the first arc at least) on Mikasa and Armin's son, just to give you a heads up, because for some reason just the idea of them having a child makes some AoT fans uncomfortable, I don’t get why. Hey, I just wanted to have a fun, very smart and very violent (raised by Levi) Ackermann with Uncle Eren issues to play around with ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and I'm not really sorry, he was a fun character to create and still not even close to my favourites Ackermanns, and Fritzs, and Tyburs and other wacky crazies I got to add to this tale between 2000 years ago, years 854 to 867 and now, in the epilogue, up to year 880. (Yes, there are new characters even in the epilogue. 😊)
And don’t worry about the new characters stealing the spotlight, the story also focuses a lot on the main cast that you're used to. Mainly EMA and other mains like Historia and Levi. And I also made sure to expand the story of the Warriors and Survey Corps and other minor characters too. And to give them all very good and respectful sendoffs. That's why it got to over 2000 pages. 😅 I'm not big on hate by the way, I might have some favourite characters, sure. But I respect them all the same. So if you're one of those people who loves "so and so" character but hates other "so and so" characters, then this story is not for you.
PS: Ymir is the main character in this yes, and no, there is no creepy romance between her and King Fritz, there's no creepy stuff in this story in general, there's weird stuff for sure but nothing creepy.
*Real PS: I'm sorry if my post somehow is upsetting or distasteful for you, and I'm thankful for you reading this far regardless. 🙏 I'm not here hoping to offend anyone or trigger bad discussions. I'm just very excited about all that I wrote and very eager to share with other AoT fans.
So, cheers!
Tree 🌳
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2024.05.29 02:52 ChCKr1 Almost died by their dogmas

Excuse my bad english, i used AI to translate some parts, im not a native speaker. So, here goes the story of how Jehovah's Witnesses almost drove me to suicide, how my grandmother disowned me, and why I am now 1,327 kilometers away from my family, haha.
I was born into a three-generation JW family in Cancún, Mexico. I never had birthdays, Halloween, or any of the world's holidays. From ages 0 to 3, my nuclear family was distant from the JWs. I learned to read and began reading Watchtower literature. I never liked the idea that Jehovah was going to commit genocide on 99% of the world's population and that we would be happy in paradise with exile, resurrection, and more. At age 4, they resumed their service to the organization and tried to raise me solely with Watchtower literature. Everything else was practically forbidden, although I loved watching documentaries and reading about nature. I became a fan of some school books. I was never allowed to have a single friend, and at school, I was forced to have perfect grades, or else my parents would beat me, and this continued until I was 8 years old.
When I was 8, my father quit his job because a coworker started sexually harassing him. From that moment on, life in my family went downhill. I discovered I was gay, and every "teaching" started to irritate me more and more. My father tried to dedicate himself more to the organization's service, so it took him almost a year to find a job that allowed him to do so. At the beginning of this period, I was sent to my grandmother's house for her to take care of me for 3 months. The hell of the Catholics sounded more appealing than being there. I stopped going to school, and every day began with waking up at 5:45 am, considering the day's text for an hour, then breakfast, preaching from 7:30 am to 3:00 pm under 30-degree heat, a break for a meager meal, and then continuing with studies from 4:00 pm to 8:00 pm. Upon returning home, we would study the ministry school or the Watchtower until 10:00 pm, every day. Sundays, we had our meeting at 9:00 am, and we still went out to preach in the morning from 6:30 to 8:30.
I remember during that time I lost weight, going from being overweight to the lower limit of a healthy weight, even developing anemia. I suffered from heat strokes, dehydration, and other issues. The worst part was the Saturday Watchtower study. My grandmother wouldn't schedule studies that day so we could study the Watchtower. We started at 3 in the afternoon and continued until nearly 10 at night or even later, reading every biblical passage, every reference in the central column. We didn't have dinner until we finished studying. If I yawned, she would pinch me, and one day she tried to slap me. Adding to this was her favoritism towards other more "spiritual" cousins and her constant reminders that I would die for not having blind faith in God. Those were 3 months of my life. After that, I returned home and resumed my studies.
That year, we ended up living off poor government aid, and I made my first friend in primary school. Her mother was the sweetest woman I had ever known. She gave me desserts, fed me when we had no money, something the brothers NEVER did for my family. Here begins the next chapter of my family.
My father got a job in Cancun's public transportation but quit because he had to break many laws in a highly competitive and illegal environment. Desperate, my father accepted the lowest job offer from one of his JW brothers, working from 8 am to 6:30 pm, with no overtime pay, for $25 a week to support a family of five. Meanwhile, the indoctrination continued, torturing me with the idea that I would be destroyed at Armageddon for being secretly homosexual and completely isolated from my schoolmates due to my beliefs and poverty, thanks to this religion and abusive brothers.
My father started taking me to work on weekends, some weekdays, and holidays. They didn't pay anything extra for me; I worked entirely for free. At school, I resented the lack of money. Sometimes I would pick up government notebooks that kids threw away. My uniform was falling apart.
I started secondary school, and this situation continued. I was switched from the afternoon shift to the morning shift because of bullying at school. During that time, I met my first real friend, a guy who always supported me. He was a fan of creepy pastas and the paranormal, someone who was absent once or twice a week but with whom I enjoyed spending time. We would lie on the classroom floor listening to scary stories. I developed romantic feelings for him but never had the chance to confess. One day, after school, he walked me to a street before my house, where my father was waiting for me. A brother had leaked what was happening. I had managed to get a cell phone, which my parents checked daily to see what I was doing. At 15, they forbade me from having any contact with him, so I ended the friendship and suppressed my feelings until we finished the last year of secondary school. He didn't attend the graduation day. That day, I was completely alone. My parents went with me, but no one approached me. In Mexico, there's a tradition of signing your friends' shirts. Mine had the signature of one teacher, and nothing more. None of my classmates recognized me as a friend that day.
Two months passed. I entered high school, and one day, while walking back from preaching with my mother, I met one of my former schoolmates. We had ended up fighting, but we respected each other. When he saw me, tears welled up in his eyes. I had never seen him like that. He approached me and told me that my first friend had died of cancer. I was in shock. I told him not to joke, and he asked if I ever wondered why he was absent so often and the school never said anything, why he grew his hair long until he started missing more and more. I remember that day I felt pain like never before. I felt like I was collapsing inside. I wanted to vomit and cry. I regretted for years having left him to die alone. I felt like a traitor. My parents didn't care, but I fell into a depression that took years to overcome. To distract my mind, I started preaching more and filling my mind with dogmas. But I knew, I knew I could never achieve eternal life as a homosexual, I knew I could never make my parents happy, I knew I shouldn't get baptized, or when I got disfellowshipped, my family would consider me dead.
I started a spiral of self-hatred that one day led to harmful thoughts. I began to think about using chemical castration to eliminate my impulses, about amputating my genitals to avoid sinning. I started to think that if I died, I would be resurrected.
During high school, everyone in the congregation who talked to me only pressured me to get baptized. But I knew that if I did, it would lead to an even worse situation. And the spiral began. With each assembly, these feelings grew stronger. They kept reminding me that I had to do it, that I had to go out into the world as a JW. And everyday, some homophobic things that make me more and more fragile.
At 18, my both parents ended up working to pay off debts. I started staying home, waking up at 2 pm, and sleeping up to 20 hours a day. They labeled me spiritually lazy. I was dying more each day, and no one cared. No one in the congregation was truly my friend.
Then one day, my sister sent me to a government program to get a job. A psychologist noticed my problems and interviewed me. I started a small treatment, where I slowly made friends and became more expressive. I didn't know how to speak properly with others even though I could give talks and preach. I was socially stagnant. All the young people in the congregation ostracized me for not being a blind believer, and on top of that, I was sarcastic, so I was the one left out. I was invited to a gathering only once, with the condition that I couldn't talk to anyone about anything. Time passed, and from that government program, I started working at an institution. I met my first angels, my female coworkers, five wonderful women who practically taught me how to speak again, who explained how to celebrate a birthday, how to socialize, how to talk properly with others.
During this time, with some expertise in hiding information from my family, I bought a phone I only used at work. Curiosity got the better of me, and I started visiting Telegram groups, where I met my former partner, someone who helped me finally leave the Jehovah's Witnesses. When the pandemic started, I was sent home. My family tried to use that phone, but it had a password. When they asked for it, I refused. For the first time in my life, I refused such an order. I started to distance myself little by little. I grew my hair long, started going out more, talking more with my ex, and so on. Gradually, I distanced myself. I didn't attend Zoom meetings, and I stopped preaching by letter. Then the presidential elections came, and I was forced to vote to keep my job, which was the only source of income for my family during the pandemic. I did it, went out to vote, which cost me my position as a publisher. I was more than happy. Some brothers called me, hat was the firstime in 4 years that they made a phone call. The quarantine ended, and I finally returned to my office with my coworkers.
Then my grandmother reappeared, trying to condition me to become a preacher again, and she tried to manipulate me. I flatly refused and left. Then something worse happened: she came to live with us, and every day it was the same argument, until one day, during a trip to the beach (Cancun, baby), she tried to corner me with an elder and a pioneer. I simply told them to move away. They refused and said I had to come back and cut my hair. I told my grandmother no, and that I didn't want to talk about it with anyone anymore, that it was my life and she should use the little time she had left. Later, I found out that she had removed me from her will over some land in the outskirts of Cancun. I don't regret.
Then my father noticed something and told me that if he discovered anything, he would kick me out of the house. He asked me if I was gay, to which I replied "maybe." He said that if I declared it, I would have to leave the house. At that time, I had already broken up with my ex, who had moved to the center of the country. I talked to him and his current partner, and they said it would be no problem, that they could take me in if something happened. I told my sister about my suicidal thoughts after she asked what had happened with my father. Then, my parents got me a psychologist, who started helping me progress and overcome some of the issues I had with my self-esteem. However, what I didn't know was that he was leaking EVERYTHING to my parents, and thus they confirmed my sexuality and found out about my relationship.
I endured that year and told my parents that I would leave home on my 23rd birthday. I took the UNAM exam, which I didn't pass 😅😅. I told them, and they dropped a bombshell: "we were hoping you would fail your exam so you wouldn't leave." That gave me the impetus to do it, to finalize my escape. With anger and nostalgia, a few days later, I took a flight to another city where my friends took me in. I think I can consider them more than friends, they are my family, i have one on cancun, that needs to leave that religion. Right now, I'm looking into starting treatment again, specifically for victims of coercive sects. I live much more freely, maybe not in a super city, but happily, without my family's eyes always watching me. I have never felt so free in my life.
To the Jehovah's Witnesses reading this, remember, we born and raised in cages, but it is not a disease to fly; it is the freedom of this world that awaits us. It will be more dangerous, but it will also be much more interesting. You will be able to suffer and enjoy, love and pain, the full life, not a life of only pain to die in loneliness, to die with a false hope. You can move forward, you can make it; there are many like us out here. It will hurt, but once you learn to fly, you won't even want to look back. My life only began at 24, I am just about to start studying at university. I didn't study because of that religion, but I know I will soon. These chains are not that strong; they are just too big to carry. Throw them off and come fly with us.
This is my history, my life, the start of my new life.
Thanks everybody, you rocks!
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