Firefox unblocks flash

Please help me with this bizzare issue I started encountering 2 days ago. The hinges on my old laptop (which btw was running on windows 10) broke a few weeks eariler so now I'm borrowing someone else's for the time being.
Their laptop was already running on windows 11 and for the first little while google chrome was working normally. However about 2 days ago it suddenly started dislaying everything on dark mode. I looked at the settings on my chrome browser and it's set to light mode, yet all the websites I went on looked as if it were set to dark mode. I checked the system settings on my laptop and same thing, it was set to light mode. I also opened up other browsers such as firefox and edge to see if they had the same problem but they were both functioning as usual. Uninstalling and reinstalling chrome didn't seem to resolve this issue either.
Occasionally when the website I'm on is loading I see a brief flash of light mode before it glitches and the the page automatically reverts back to dark mode. I think this might be some weird bug/glitch that's only affecting chrome for some reason. And iirc this started happening right after the latest windows 11 update was installed. The chrome browser on my samsung galaxy works fine and doesn't have this issue.
At this point I have no idea what's causing this strange problem to happen. Is possible that my laptop has some sort of virus? But then why would Google Chrome be the only thing that's affected? Any insight would be greatly appreciated 🙏

Please help me with this bizzare issue I started encountering 2 days ago. The hinges on my old laptop (which btw was running on windows 10) broke a few weeks eariler so now I'm borrowing someone else's laptop for the time being.
Their laptop was already running on windows 11 and for the first while google chrome was working normally. However starting about 2 days ago it was dislaying everything on dark mode. I looked at the settings on my chrome browser and it's set to light mode, yet all the websites I went on seemed be displayed in dark mode for some reason. I checked the system settings on my laptop and same thing, it was set to light mode. I also opened up other browser such as firefox and edge but they were both functioning normally. Uninstalling and reinstalling chrome didn't seem to resolve this issue either.
Occasionally when the website I'm on is loading I see a brief flash of light mode before it glitches and the the page automatically reverts back to dark mode. I think this might be some weird bug/glitch that's only affecting chrome for some reason. And iirc this started happening after the latest windows 11 update was installed on my laptop. The chrome browser on my Samsung Glalaxy works fine and doesn't have this issue.
At this point I have no idea what could be causing this. I thought that it might be a virus but why would chrome only be affected. Any insight for this bizzare issue be greatly appreciated.
edit: just saw the automod message and ill post my laptops specs when i come back from work

I'm trying to log in to va.gov and as soon as I sign in it briefly flashes my account and then immediately logs me out. I tried on Firefox & Chrome, cleared cache, turned off VPN, restarted computer, nothing works.
Is this happening for anyone else? Are they doing site maintenance?
EDIT: In case anyone stumbles upon this that needs it, according to their own website they are going through maintenance.

Hi all,
This happened 2 weeks ago however I have been away so haven't been able to try to deal with it until now. My PC is taking around 30mins to eventually load into Windows. When loaded it seems fine, however as I start to browse through folders it takes a while to load them, and trying to move some files around to backup, Windows Explorer crashes.
Specs: CPU: Ryzen 7 3700X 4.4GHz RAM: G-Skill Ripjaws 32gb GPU: Gigabyte GeForce RTX 2070 Super 8GB PSU: Corsair RM750 HDD: Samsung 970 EVO Plus 500GB NVMe M.2 MOBO: MSI B450 Tomahawk Max OS: Windows 10
Context: I was playing COD and I spilt pretty much an entire mug of coffee on my keyboard (CM Storm QuickFire TK). I immediately unplugged my keyboard, cleaned it up and gave it a dry. I had another keyboard to use however I stupidly decided to plug that keyboard back in to see if it was ok. When I plugged it in, Windows began spam loading tonnes of different programs as if the keyboard was going haywire and at this point I figured it's done for so I unplugged it and plugged a different one in. The program continued to load, almost like the PC was trying to catch up with how fast the keyboard seemed to be spamming the buttons due to damage. I waited a minute and was closing down the programs but they kept on loading so I held the power button to shut down the PC.
When I loaded the PC back up, it sat on the motherboard logo screen loading for a long time and didn't seem to be progressing. After a few attempts I figured that I may have corrupted the HDD. I had a Windows flash drive that I tried to boot from to do a fresh install but it's taking a very long time, seems to hang on the Purple windows install screen.
I left the PC for a day and went back to it, turned it on and left it whilst I went out for an hour and when I came back it had loaded, this is when I noticed that it was incredibly slow browsing through folders on the HDD, although loading a Firefox or Discord it seemed fast, as if there was no issue. I restarted it and again, it took around 30mins+ to load back to windows. Once it gets to the login screen, takes around 5mins to login and show the background, then another 5-10mins to load the taskbar and icons.
Things I've tried: 1. Re-seating the M.2 2. Unplugging all USB devices to boot 3. Using Windows Repair – Just hangs in a loop, doesn't seem to do anything 4. Using a bootable Windows Flash to re-install – Hangs on the “Setup is Starting”, doesn't seem to progress (Left this to run all evening) – Went out and bought a new flash drive and made a new bootable Windows install, made no difference – Tried all USB slots 5. Left the PC for around an hour to load – Eventually loaded 6. I scanned for HDD errors using CHKDSK and it has come back saying there are none. 7. I used SFC /scannow – It said “Windows Resource Protection found corrupt files and successfully repaired them” - Still same issue, very long reboot, slow browsing the HDD
I've never had an issue like this before, tried what I can find on google and now I'm at a loss. I would buy a new HDD or format this and start again but I'd rather not if I can help it as I need files on it, and it also seems that my PC is struggling to boot from a bootable flash drive if I were to try to re-install windows.
Is anyone able to help?
Many thanks

Get ready for a long one! Going to start this with a little (maybe a lot of) back story, over the last 5-6 years there has been a lot of conflict in my family not always directly involving me but always affecting me causing the family I’m in contact with to get smaller and smaller. My dad passed in 2020 and the family fall out was DRAMATIC to say the least, honestly that could be another Reddit post in of itself but I’m still healing from the trauma. Anyway, that resulted in me going no contact with nearly my dad’s entire family except his two sisters. One I love dearly but am not close with and the other, his youngest sister is like my own sister more than an aunt. We are close in age, have children similar ages, etc. I’m closer to her more than anyone in the world. Now on to my mom… my parents were divorced for about 3.5 years prior to my dads passing, and over the last 6 years her parents also passed and she lost contact with all of her other family… she is virtually alone. I love my mom, it breaks my heart and to make matters worse… I moved to another country 6 months after my dad died.
So let’s get it straight that I have TWO people to call family on my side really and truly. Along side my little brother who cannot be counted on and my aunt who lives a coast away from the rest of my family. A very small family for me now compared to the large family I grew up with…
Let me assure you also that my mom is stilll very much young at 50yo and healthy. She also has had a busy dating life and currently a steady boyfriend… so she’s not some poor old woman wasting away. So. While I’ve been living away I’ve given birth to both of my children… my mom’s first grandchildren and her also being the only grandparent on my side, her seeing them has been very important to me. I have gone to visit once a year and helped her come visit me once . Every visit is a disaster and I manage to disappoint my mom in some way or another even though…. I’m the one traveling across an ocean alone with babies! But still I try. When she came to visit me… it was in 2022 just a week after my son was born… I had gotten really sick after birth, and was in the hospital for a week and then had to go to the hospital daily getting iv meds.. it was a scary and traumatic time and I was so thankful to have my mom there…. Except she cried everyday about how I forced her to travel to another country alone and how we aren’t even doing anything….. again I was sick and just a week post partum… I bit my tongue and was very accommodating but did ask her to take a train/bus to and from the airport because it was far and didn’t want to be alone with both children for extended time due to being sick and weak… I thought this was perfectly reasonable considering she’s an able bodied adult who can read a book or listen to music during a trip and allow my husband to stay home and support me.
Flash forward to a recent trip home… I originally proposed this trip just me and my two children and to stay with my mom( again even though my family is small, it’s important to me she sees my kids) however my husband now has the opportunity with work to come with me…. Great now I don’t have to fly alone with two toddlers! When my in laws find out (by the way they have come to visit us twice and they live pretty far away on the opposite coast my family lives on) they decide they want to come too… meaning they’re gonna fly out an visit my coast so we can have a big family trip with both our families. I tell my mom nervously because I know she can be irritated by things like this but she acts excited for the trip still! So my MIL, FIL, BIL, SIL, and two nieces all fly out and get beach rental just a few houses down from where my mom lives. When the time comes it works out that we were there 2 days before and 2 days after my in laws and they’re there for 6 days in the middle. The way I planned it in my head was that we’d spend the first two days with my mom and the last two, as well as sometime with just my in laws in the middle while my mom worked and some combined time all together. And we were also staying with my mom so we were often together in the evenings as well. Sounds great, right? No.
The morning of my in-laws last day… she was acting weird, slamming doors, not coming up to say good morning like usual and then just getting in her car to leave for work. I stepped outside to wave bye and share barely acknowledged me, and I knew I was in for it. That day we took the kids to the park and I was feeling sad my mom couldn’t be there to join us and also sad that she was upset, so I sent her and I love you text.. to which I got “I made plans for tonight don’t worry about me”. Oh. Okay. I thought she’d join us for dinner to see my in laws off but no, she’d made plans. Fair enough but in comes the onslaught of texts. Of how I was constantly choosing to spend time with my in-laws over her, even though she was invited along every time aside from when she was at work… but she declined. She was so upset about this she told me she didn’t want to see us the rest of the trip… meaning the last full two days I had planned to dedicate to her… canceled… because essentially she didn’t want to go to the aquarium one day with all of us and want time to us all by herself and she didn’t come out and say it… and sorry my kids love the aquarium and it was raining so a great activity. But for her the value of the trip came down to the one specific moment and get this… she really wants me to know she’s still upset I made her come to Spain two years ago. I continued to try to reason with her but she threw insults that I feel can never taken back, she continuously called and yelled at me till I ended up blocking her for some peace. And moved our stuff over to my aunts for our last days. I did unblock her so she could calmly reach back out after 24 hours. Which she did and asked to see the kids and say goodbye, to which I agreed. We did have a very nice talk which resolved the tensions. But I’m left feeling really hurt by her insults… and a comment she kept making over and over “I’ll always just be your mom to you and that’s not fair” - i understand she is more than a mom but to me she is my mom and I largely still need her to be my mom because she’s the only parent I have left so I just don’t know how to treat her differently. I’m left wondering am I not treating her the way I should be? How should I be treating her in a way that is “not just my mom”? Did I spend to much time with my in-laws? I’m feeling really uneasy about our relationship and wondering am I the asshole here??? Or do I need to just set some boundaries and stand firm?

This website is trying really hard to annoy it's users.
First it refuses to display the prices of vehicles, unless I sign in, which is actually against the law for advertising a vehicle in Australia. When I call them up, they immediately tell me to stop using an VPN. That's great if I was using one.. then they ask me to provide my IP address and they will "unblock me" how does this even work with dynamic IP addresses? I have no idea. This all has been reported to the ombudsman, but unfortunately I have not received a response in over 3 weeks. Surface to say, the government doesn't care, and only priority is self regulation for businesses which obviously does not work.
Now they decide to continually show me the cookie warning pop up every time I view the page or navigate to a new page on the website. They also like to do a 'are you human check' I am almost certain this does not happen with Chrome. WHIC AGAIN every business seem to TELL ME it's the only web browser that works or I should be using.
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Why can't add block stop this! I don't care about cookies! Well I do, but I care for my insanity over a few privacy concerns. I HATE POP UPS AND WEBSITE OVERLAYS they RUIN the internet.
P.s Why can't Firefox provide a way to spoof the user agent so websites 'think' I am using Chrome.. and even better why can't Firefox provide a way to 'fake' the browser finger prints so a website does not know what operating system I use, or just use a generic one and screen size etc.. obviously this might brake some website, but an easy toggle on/off would be fine. Website get way to much information from their user. Information they most certainly do not strictly need.
Thanks for any input.

Hi, i've been trying to find the best way to suspend.freeze/deactivate my browser when im not using it by making a hotkey for it..
There are a bunch of solutions, none of which work for me, as im already using proxyfier to manage some other stuff.
I have tried this :

run, netsh advfirewall firewall add rule name="Block Program" dir=out action=block program="FULL_PATH_TO_Firefox_EXE" enable=yes 

but it doesnt work :(
Would anyone be able to help me out ? script to block /unblock firefox.exe from using internet ?

when i open any other browser than Firefox it does a weird flashing where it shows my home screen for a sec and then load the interface this doesn't happen with Firefox but with every other browser doesn't matter if it is flatpak or system pack

So, I'm outdated. My last linux distro was over 15 years ago at this point, having run Fedora 7 on a Pentium III during the age of early Windows XP. I've messed with raspberry pis a bit, but I can say with confidence that I have no idea what I'm doing.
Now I'm a GM. I run Cyberpunk RED on the weekends over Discord, and I like to roam as I play. Getting a tablet was too expensive, and I found a chromebook that was EOL. An HP Chromebook 11 G3 11.6-inch Intel Celeron N2840, supposedly an x86 system.
But very quickly, I realized I hate ChromeOS. It's a privacy nightmare, and I can't install Firefox on this damn thing.
So now I wanna flash Linux to it.
What I need;

• Open-source linux distro that works within the specs, one that supports a PDF-reader
• To figure out how to run it on this system.

I've tried flashing Ubuntu twice, but for some reason it doesn't read .iso files off USB sticks. I used the distrochooser and the top result it gave me was Devuan.
Now, I said I tried flashing Ubuntu. For some reason, the chromebook isn't recognizing ISOs flashed to USB drives, so I don't know if I gotta run out and buy a blank DVD and unearth a USB DVD drive from the tech heap, or if I have to do it some other way.
Is there anyone who can help me or point me to a guide? I've been working with it all day, and I can't figure out how to get this to work. ;-;

made this for my narrative essay in american literature, but one of my friends said i should share the story
“But I Still Need You” Throughout my life, I had always fallen easy for girls. The elementary mindset of, “she’s cute, so I have a crush on her,” prevented me from developing a legitimate relationship with any girl I tried to talk to. The few times that my feelings were reciprocated, I had no idea because I was already on to the next girl, and this continued until I was left with a multitude of friend-zone situations and a list of “crushes.” My charisma already lacking, it seemed each year that passed, previous to 3rd grade, I grew in weight and therefore awkwardness. The struggle to interact with women lessened as I grew up, while the fat remained. So, by the 8th grade I was the ideal guy friend; easy to talk to, kinda funny, understanding, and unintimidating. My approachable “funny fat friend” nature had its ups and downs. While guys, for reasons I still don’t fully understand, suspected me to be gay, girls found it intriguing and it made them want to be friends with me more. Back then I didn’t know, but now I know that by being forced to be friends first, after finding out I was in fact not gay, the right woman for me would want to be with me for my personality. In the winter of 2021, I fell hard for a girl named Madeline. Maddie was no different than many of the other girls in that she had a bland personality and I thought she was cute. She had brunette hair with bangs, big glasses, way too much makeup on, and a unique fashion sense. Her sense of fashion was one of the few interesting things about her, yet it was disregarded by the public. Not too many guys found her appealing, but I did, for whatever reason. I was dead set on getting to know her better in hope of becoming more than friends. Unfortunately, she hardly paid attention to me, but I didn’t give up. I merely slowed down because of my interest in her friend, Isabella. Isabella is the Spanish and Italian variation of Elizabeth (derived from the Hebrew name Elisheba). The meaning of Elishiba can be translated to, “God is my oath.” In Arabic, the beginning of Isabella, “Isa,” is the classical Arabic name for Jesus, while in the French language, the shortened version of Isabella, “Belle,” translates to “beautiful.” I had met Isabella in the sixth grade, and grew a tiny crush on her, in the elementary sense, before we all went into hibernation (COVID). I barely knew her though, and she had no idea who I was, so when we interacted in my last two classes, if we did at all, it was like two strangers who kept running into each other. I sat by her in my sixth period, and one seat up and to the right from her in seventh. We only ever made small talk and the occasional joke, but when I spoke with her I felt content. Still barely knowing her, all I could admire was the little things in the way she laughed and spoke. I longed to know more about Isabella, she was mature, intelligent, and very opinionated, but still light-hearted and made time pass at the speed of light. It wasn’t until she was in my group in sixth period one day that she began to open up a little by sharing the details of her current long-distance relationship. The shards of my heart stabbed and crushed my stomach; hope, the oxygen to my mind, depleted faster than the air of a broken space shuttle; palpitation, nausea, asphyxia, and neurosis bombarded me like Persian arrows on the Greeks. Then, all at once, the excruciating tidal wave evaporated, but instead of calm waters, I was left with a drought. Every emotion muted or gone, my body went numb while everything I cared for vanished from my mind. I didn’t speak throughout the rest of that day, and went directly from the bus to decaying in my bed. I was devastated, so I retreated to my pointless crush on Maddie. Unrelated to the rather sad lovelife, my anxiety and depression worsened throughout 8th grade, and while I was going to therapy, most of my issues wouldn’t and still haven’t been worked through. Throughout the school year I had developed a toxic system of self pity, in which I would spend hours a day cycling through the feelings of hope, anger, and despair- never that of joy. I knew what I was doing, gathering enough hope to face the school day just before I reflected on the doubts and grievances going on throughout my life. I’d bring myself up just for a greater fall because honestly, overtime I became numb to the natural pain. If I were going to fall into the pit that is depression, the higher I peaked in terms of optimism the more excruciating the freefall of nausea and the heavy flow of salt water. At that point in my life, I saw no point in getting out of bed to do anything, school or even my own mother’s birthday. By the end of eighth grade I had spent almost a total of six weeks absent, two of which were from me being quarantined. Typically over the span of one or two days, others up to four, I would be in my bed “sick.” During these mini-vacations I would sleep all morning, if my mom let me, and stay up all night, oftentimes listening to Radiohead or Cigarettes After Sex while staring at my ceiling. I wanted to stay up, I wanted to feel the bags grabbing and pulling towards my cheekbone, I wanted to feel empty, emotionally and physically. During the day, my anxiety attacks became panic attacks and I would get sent home for vomiting. I'd throw up to give Mom a reason to let me stay home. I’d throw up to feel something, anything. I’d throw up to keep my stomach empty. I’d throw up because I had to, because the nerves and overthinking forced me to. Every morning, I’d drag my black air force ones across cement, carpet, tiles, and marble, each step leading towards Mrs. Clements’ homeroom. For every step, a different worry or insecurity flashed through my brain. But then, out of the blue, I’m “Lincoln” again. I walk into homeroom with an ear-to-ear grin and dap up “the boys”. I’d spend the morning building up hopes of making Isabella laugh today, or maybe calling her once I got home, but I knew that nine times out of ten my hopes were delusional. To “Lincoln,” this was no problem, he would make a gay joke, join the boys with teasing a cute girl in my class, and laugh until just for a moment, the despair was gone. Finally, the sixth period would come and I’d get to see Isabella. In here I got the least work done out of all my classes as I would find myself strategically planning my next interaction with her, just for said plans to go out the window when I was brought face to face with her. Typically seventh period followed the same pattern except Ms. Shirley Davis could never allow small talk in her classroom. When the last bell rang, I went straight to the buses. I’d sleep on the way home, dreaming of a call that would hardly happen. On the off chance my phone didn’t reach its feared 11th cry, we’d talk for hours at a time. On a weekday or not, it seemed that, when we did call, it was guaranteed to go into the early morning. It’s hard to put my finger on a specific topic, or even general. In our conversations, we discussed anything and everything. Everything, except her own love interest. I admired this, as my inability to keep who I’m thinking about at the time a secret is a major flaw of mine. The more that me and her spoke, the more I grew to love her. Our talks were so honest, so raw, that the secret I held began to eat away at me. My core collapsing like a dying star, each day it felt like the pain got worse. To cope with the feelings I had buried deep inside me, I’d turn to my friends. At first, they said to come forward with my feelings, but I knew that’s what any friend would’ve said. The relief I got from venting the conflicting hurricane within me was brief. Overtime, their words of encouragement turned to annoyance, and understandably so. When people grew sick of the same old sadistic untold love, I turned to Isabella. I wrote a text so full that, to read it, one needed to tap on an arrow at the bottom right corner of my message. The essay was compiled with the confliction I had, developing feelings for a friend, and the sorrow that filled me each day that passed without her. I described the perfect imperfections that I admired about her, how life was complete when I spoke to her, the beauty that paralyzed me every time I saw her in person, and the character that I felt God had curated specifically for me. Sitting there unsure if I should press send, a fear grew within my chest that Isabella would see right through me. I could hear the music that so often triggered tears; the vocals of Thom Yorke or the beats of Kanye West, they faded in and out. What if she didn’t even respond? What if she thought I was a creep? What if- then she responded. Suddenly, the ominous 808s & Heartbreak pounding vanished, my respiratory chaos became paralyzed, and time stood still. I couldn’t breathe until I finished reading, and once I did, my sigh was all but relieving. Isabella explained to me how unhealthy my habits were; even in comparison to the anguish that would follow, I’d suffer far more and far longer should I suppress my emotions. She told me how that level of affection, in the context of the warped concept of romance most men had, was something she had only dreamt of. Isabella said that holding these feelings would eat away at me, exponentially increasing in severity, until I broke. Not only would I be hurting myself, but I would be depriving the person I care about most from the appreciation they deserve. I became bloated with fear of the friendzone, those insecurities, all based upon inference, became a reality with Isabella’s last piece of advice. She said, “If she doesn’t reciprocate those emotions, then don’t worry. I’m sure there’s a girl out there who can appreciate your compassion.” The blame had no other place to go than my shoulders, after all, I got what I asked for, advice on another girl. Isabella, even if she saw the crush I had on her, is far too kind to address it. She cared for everyone, and to her, she was merely boosting up a friend who’s down. For the rest of the night her text echoed through my mind; pain, regret, and admiration caused my mind to sporadically leap from conclusion to conclusion. Two years later, those words still haunt me, reiterations of that phrase torturing me when I least expect them. The school year progressed, but my aspirations with Isabella didn’t. Over time, the frequency of my writings grew to be weekly, at times reaching two a week, and the weight of my confessions depleted. I opened my audience to a mutual friend of Isabella’s, Miley, with the intention of acquiring useful advice. Eventually, my choice to try concealing what I felt for Isabella became too heavy of a burden, weighing down on me in forces I had not endured before. Soon, the love I had for Isabella turned to hatred for myself. I was relentlessly criticizing every aspect of myself and my mind. I hated how fat I was, my smile, my voice, my laugh, and most of all my personality. What I had thought was my greatest strength, was revealed as my worst trait. The gullibility I exhibited when thinking for a second Isabella could possibly like me; the lack of confidence that caused me to chicken out of confessing my feelings to her; my insufferable need to make people laugh; the hyperfixation I would develop for those that I love. Everything about me was wrong. I stopped eating, stopped sleeping, stopped caring, and eventually I stopped living. The “Lincoln” my friends had grown to recognize, the only remnant of the joy I felt when I was younger, died, and I was left with only my love for Isabella and resentment for myself. I began testing the limits of what was left of me, praying for relief. At first in the middle of the night, an anaconda would find its way to my throat, wrapping around my neck. Its cold black scales gracefully gliding across my skin before silencing my cries with the swift tug of its metallic USB head. The snake would maintain pressure until I let go of it, the entire time whispering into my ear, begging me to hold on. Some nights it came with what must have been a full stomach for it was drastically wider, it was brown these nights, with leather skin, and a slight warmth, but it behaved the same. Most visits from the snake ended with my vision blurry, my breath short, or my head dizzy. The only consistency of our transactions was Asia’s Death Lake that streamed down my face from start to finish. Eventually, the snake seemed closer and closer to silencing me forever, but I also became used to its visits. I began writing letters to everyone I loved so that, should the snake come out victorious, they’d have a final goodbye. Once I had sorted out my notes, I called the snake to my room. This time it came striped with shades of blue, its skin a soft fabric. For once, I controlled the snake, because our intentions finally aligned. I locked the door, sent out my texts, placed the written notes on my dresser, and joined the snake at my closet door. Holding onto the doorknob, the snake wrapped itself around my neck just as it had done in nights of the past. It whispered to me, “let go,” for I had been on my knees in hesitation. I followed the snake’s order by making a sort of plank with my body, the bottom half resting on a stack of dirty laundry and pillows while the top was supported by my elbows. Pressure swiftly fell down on my neck and didn’t stop. “This is it,” I thought to myself. My eyes seemed to pop out of my skull, and my tears, falling down like summer rain, became blurry dots as my vision went dark. Next thing I know, I’m waking up, snot, saliva, and tears strung between my face and the carpet floor. My head pounding and my eyes burning, I looked up at the “snake” that was the tie my mom had gotten me for Sunday service. Although my mind was more clear, it was not out of revelation, but from a muted sense of the world around me. Other than Isabella, nothing mattered anymore, and the little emotion I felt was squashed by my immortal love. The following day I get called to the counselors office on charges of suicidal thoughts and self harm. I said what I had to in order to escape her grasp, but left infuriated. Not only had my own friends betrayed me, but the lady who was supposed to guide me essentially scolded me for being sad. Throughout the day my anger faded out and my focus became making an excuse as to why my parents got a weird call from my counselor, then I’d find the traitor who sold me out. That afternoon, I lost two friends, and for the first time ever got mad at Isabella. Apparently, Miley, Maddie, and Isabella all reported me to the counselor that morning. They said I had been traumatizing them with what was going on in my life, being normal and messing around at school, then detailing my thoughts and actions to them outside of school. I felt like I had been tricked. I thought they were my friends. I thought they understood me. They asked me if I was okay, they said they wanted, cared, needed to know, but now I had scared them? I addressed what had happened with Miley first. She immediately lashed out at me, saying I should be thanking them, not be mad. While I didn’t want to accept it, I understood the core of her choices. On the other hand, Maddie’s response to my confrontation was disgustingly cruel. She said I had been unfair and just seeking attention, that no thirteen to fourteen year old should hear about what I was going through because it was unnatural. Before she continued, I apologized, that’s all I could think to do, because deep down I believed her. She told me it wasn’t all my fault because my brain was messed up, and that opening up to the girls would only make them not want to be friends with me. The one word that rang through my head then, and still does today, was “creep,” she claimed that what I felt wasn’t love, but I was just mentally unstable and creepy. Any remnants of the sweet kid from elementary school who just wanted a friend and loved everyone were obliterated. Maddie was right, all I had done was hurt and scare them, it didn’t matter what I thought. I told her all I could, that I didn’t know what to say other than I was sorry for the damage I had done, and I would try and get better. Her response, like a branding iron on my mind, was, “It’s not damage, it’s baggage. Imagine if the roles were reversed.” It was only then that I stopped texting back. I wish I could say it was out of frustration or self respect, but the reality of my manipulative traits is what silenced me. Shockingly, the response that hurt the most was from Isabella, yet it somehow meant the most to me too. Isabella told me that she needed me in the world. She told me that if I ever got those thoughts again, to think about her as well; to think about the pain I’d be causing her; to think about the trauma she’d live with for the rest of her life. After repeating the phrase, “I need you in my life,” she acknowledged how selfish it was, but still didn’t care. Isabella continued elaborating, she didn’t care because no label of selfishness outweighed the value of my life. What she said that night has been vivid in my mind since, but my only wish is that she had needed me as I needed her. Tears began to hide my freckled cheeks as I texted her about how much her words meant to me, how much she meant to me, and I apologized to her. I said sorry for the baggage I caused, the “creepy” behavior, and any other ways I had wronged her. I said sorry for loving her, and told her I’d do better. She disregarded my apologies, telling me that I could always talk to her because no matter the baggage she could carry, it’d be worth taking the smallest bit off of me. Her words meant so much to me, yet hurt me just the same. I hated myself for it. I couldn’t see a life without an affection for her, it was pathetic. If I truly loved her, I’d let my feelings go, right? What kind of person did that make me? Summer came and went. Hoping that time would kill the crush I had on Isabella, I prohibited myself from contacting her. Instead I spent time with my family and a few friends, but Isabella never left my head. Even when accompanying my dad to Berry College for the Governor’s Honors Program, she’s what filled my head. At first I felt frustrated because before I had come forward to her, she had known about the feelings I had. I came to the conclusion that she had been dragging me along, but even then I knew how easily that thought would be abandoned. First day of High school, I got in touch with her. For maybe two weeks, I maintained a platonic relationship before free falling into the ominous pit once again. This time felt different though, it felt like what I had thought about everyday, for what seemed eternity, could be more than a daydream. We texted each other throughout the school day and facetimed after her cheer practice and my band practice. Eventually, Isabella was falling asleep on call. Before, we’d talk long into the night, and it began to drain the energy out of the both of us. Now, we were listening to music, playing Roblox, watching Netflix, or just sitting in silence. I had never felt comfortable with silence, but she made it seem better than having a conversation with anyone else. It’s a beautiful thing when words aren’t required to appreciate someone. The moment I had the courage to do so, I asked her out to Steak n’ Shake. It’s just my luck that the restaurant was hardly a shell of what I remembered as a kid. At first the conversation was awkward because we hardly spoke in person, but as time progressed so did we. I still remember the tightness of my cheeks as I failed to suppress my ear-to-ear grin. The euphoric nausea and beating heart that disappeared throughout our conversation. I remember the booth we sat in, the fact that she wanted me to swap seats with her because of her creaky seat, the way she giggled, how I fought tooth and nail to pay for such a small bill, the way she smiled when she said, “next time you’ve gotta let me pay,” and the shared excitement for our next hangout. Even though Isabella and I were still friends, even though the restaurant was a disaster, even though the fries were stale and the milkshakes chunky, that moment is one of the best in my life. With how well things were going, I thought that it was my best chance at making something more out of this friendship. So, I shot my shot. I told her that despite my efforts the summer before, she still held a special place in my heart. Isabella responded with her own struggles with recovering from a past relationship, detailing the trust issues and pain she still felt almost a year later. I was yet again, devastated. Then she added that despite her own feelings, she had to be careful and the risk of losing our friendship scared her. I understood her reasoning, but it made me sick to think of how close I was. In response, I expressed how I could relate to those feelings, and the conflict I had with them. It felt ridiculous having opened myself up once again, to just be friendzoned. Her response struck me with both hope and devastation, “I f*cking love you a ton Lincoln, but I’m struggling to differentiate my admiration as a friend and as something more. I’m terrified of losing you.” Previously I would have seen this as a sign to keep trying, but at that moment, I couldn’t see past the blatant friendzoning. After pursuing her for so long, it felt cruel of her to continue dragging me along like this, even though she was being honest. My reaction to the straw that broke the camel’s back is one of, if not, the biggest regrets in life. Homecoming was a little over a week away and she was going (as friends) with my buddy, Davis, so in a storm of hatred for myself and the situation I was in, I gave up on her. Our conversations grew to be minimal and far apart. Soon, I started to resent her. Each day since then, I have somehow felt more remorse than the last for not asking her to Homecoming. Homecoming night is when I began flirting with Claire, a sweet redhead from gym class. We connected on not going with the person we had hoped for. All it took was me joking that I should’ve spent more time around her, instead of leaving the dance early, for Claire to lose her mind. Over the next month or so, I was becoming closer and closer with Claire, despite her irritable “quirks”. I only spoke to Isabella if she reached out to me first with the only exception being when I would ask her for “advice” about Claire, which was a shameful habit I started as petty revenge on Isabella. Eventually, Isabella blocked me on Snapchat, but it didn’t matter. Things with me and Claire were going great, she made me feel like I didn’t need to starve myself to be good enough for her. She made me feel like I was enough. For the next two and a half months, life was great. After the first couple months of ignorant bliss, I was sick of her. Sure, there were a variety of reasons to find her annoying, most people I knew could list more than they have fingers and toes, but she didn’t do anything wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten into the relationship in the first place not only because of Isabella, but also the speed at which me and Claire started dating. She was still growing out of the elementary relationship phase, so while it was nice to connect with someone so quickly, it was rushed. Another issue being that I was her first real boyfriend, the baggage that followed me was detrimental to her and I couldn’t give her the attention she needed. As me and Claire began our month long drift apart, I was unblocked by Isabella. She and I caught up, and we quickly began to talk trash about Claire while on call. It was unbelievably toxic, and I’m embarrassed of how I handled things to this day. Eventually, with the support of Isabella, I decided it was time to break up. The only issue was the guilt I had in such a terrible choice, I could never do it. So I began to get more distant by the day, ignored texts and calls, and stopped walking her to classes because “I had to pee.” Eventually she caught wind of my plans and called me after school one day. Sobbing, she told me what she had heard and how she knew it wasn’t true, but it still worried her. I began to get ready to break the news, but she was already crying so what's the worst that could happen? I wish I had never asked myself that, because next she told me she’d been cutting herself. My heart sank in remorse for what I knew I would do. If I led her on longer, the aftermath of my cold actions would lead to even more catastrophe. I was scared, but knew the lesser of the two evils I had to pick from. I calmed her down, quickly notified her friends to be keeping an eye on her, and then dumped her. To this day, I am disgusted by my actions. Throughout the past three months, Claire expressed how she had loved and trusted me, yet I threw that all away. There are so many ways I could’ve handled the situation differently, but two stood out the most. Showing respect by speaking to Claire the moment I realized my feelings had fleeted was the bare minimum that I disregarded, but the second was far simpler. I had known from the start that I was still in love with Isabella and that love never faded, but was only suppressed. The entire relationship we developed, while we both enjoyed parts of it (her more than me), was a lie, and essentially a cruel joke played on Claire. There’s no excuse for my actions, and even worse, I could’ve cared less back then. It was only when time had passed that I began to understand the damage I had done. Without Claire holding me back, my newfound freedom led to a closer friendship with Isabella. I dove headfirst into the familiar pit all over again. A friendship was not enough, I appreciated every interaction I had with Isabella, but my life depended on a future with her. It’s likely she felt this as she slowly began to drift away from me. Before I had stayed up speaking to Isabella, but now I couldn’t sleep out of the tormenting absence of her voice. The only path to good health was time; distance was best for the both of us, and I knew it. For the rest of that school year, everything around me was going, but I stood still. It was like my life was just a sitcom, and I was no longer the main character. The summer that followed was just the same, I was living but dead, moving but still, speaking but silent. I was dissociating from my friends and family, but the absence of that violent snake made my depression insignificant. Living a life without her was more punishment than death itself, and I didn’t deserve relief. Even now, I think of that summer and remember almost nothing, for my life isn’t worth remembering without Isabella in it. Sophomore year began, and so did my conversations with Isabella. This go around, I was subtle with my feelings for her. The excitement I had for speaking with her was under control, but it was because the spark inside me had faded, even when it came to Isabella.The years of self pity and depression had left a toll on me that could never be reversed, and it didn’t help that Isabella began to build a relationship with another guy. When we spoke, if we did, Isabella’s concern for my mental state outweighed the friendship we were struggling to preserve. I had come to the conclusion that pursuing Isabella would only make things worse, and I needed to just be her friend. Since I couldn’t lose the feelings I had for her, I just sat in them. While I sat in the pit, Isabella and I had one particular Facetime call in which I brought up how much I regretted dating Claire. To that, Isabella added, “Yeah, she’s so annoying. I can’t remember if you told me why you got together in the first place, what led you to her?” I paused with the thousand-yard stare of an American private fresh out of West Point. “I guess I was just so disappointed with myself for not being able to go to homecoming with you and being stuck on you for so long that I impulsively got with another girl to forget about my shortcomings,” I said with reluctance and stuttering every few words. She told me that she would’ve said yes to homecoming without a second thought, but I knew she meant as friends. Then, to my dismay, Isabella revealed that whenever I got with Claire, she still had feelings for me. It was me talking to Isabella about how great things were with me and Claire that led her to block me and cut contact with me. The piano melody from “No Surprises” by Radiohead began looping through my mind as tears ran down my face. I forget how I ended the call, but once I did, I broke. I lost my breath, my head got light, my eyes became blurry, my stomach was nauseous, and my insides sank as far as they could. Everything I wanted, dreamed of, needed had been so close, and I blew it. Everything was my fault. Later I would ask her why she lost them, and her answer proved how much better she was than me. Isabella answered, “I had been hurt, so I moved on. Just got over it.” We hardly spoke anymore, but one text message has found a permanent home in my mind. After asking me how I was, Isabella wasn’t satisfied with, “it’s complicated.” She asked that I explain it to her so that she could try to understand. I told her about all the issues going on in my life, except the torch I still held for her. She wrote, “I know you’re not religious, so it may not mean anything, but I pray for you every night, Lincoln. Even though it sounds bad, I think that I've known you weren’t in the greatest mental place for a while. I want you to know I'm not judging you, I want you to feel comfortable enough to share that with someone. You have to be able to recognize how you’re feeling in order to even fix it.” These words broke me despite their simplistic appearance. Reading that she prayed for me hit me hard as she had always tried to get me to believe in God again. I’m agnostic, and nothing has come closer to bringing me back to faith as Isabella did. The idea that if God were real and I could see her in heaven was appealing, but should Christianity be the wrong choice, I wanted to be wrong with Isabella. In the following days, Isabella told me about Alex, a guy she had been talking to a lot, and how they were at most a month away from being together. I hated everything about Alex, which is a stupid name in the first place. I hated his choice of friends, I hated how white-washed he was, I hated how he dressed like a conservative cowboy, I hated the underbite that made him look like a pug, I hated his short curly hair, I hated the fact that he was a diehard Trump supporter while people of his race were being oppressed, I hated how he pretended to be someone else when he was around Isabella, I hated how he hid unhealthy habits from her, I hated that a guy like him garnered Isabella’s affection when I couldn’t. I barely knew the guy and I was wasting my energy with hatred for him, when in reality, he was just a mind-numbingly basic douche among the hundreds just like him at our school. Isabella regularly complained about Alex, but hardly did anything. Instead she stopped bringing it up, saying that talking about her issues with others only makes it worse and that she was just wining. The monotone delivery of her reasoning hurt my soul, it was like she was reciting a text from Alex. Each day that passed, I felt the urgency of expressing my feelings one more time rising. Soon Isabella and Alex would be official, and I would lose my chance to try and express how I felt one more time. I reached out to Isabella and asked if she was free to hangout that friday. On November 10, 2023, Isabella picked me up around 5:30 in the evening. She kept the inside of her SUV looking brand new in contrast to the familiarity of her smile. My nerves left me winded after every sentence and shivering in her passenger seat. Quickly our conversation became more natural as I cracked jokes to ease my anxiety, but my shaky breathing never stopped. We went to Publix to grab some snacks and drinks and headed right back to my neighborhood park. At the Grove Point Park, we found a swinging chair to sit in. Due to the time of the year, the sun had already set, but Isabella’s beauty was indifferent under the moonlight. I haven’t the slightest clue how long we sat there together. When I’m with Isabella, even Father Time gives me grace, for he knows that he is as powerless as I am to the frequency of these moments. After a while, I mentioned that it was getting late and she agreed. On the ride back to my place, I mustered the bare minimum of strength it took to confront my feelings. As she drove over the speed bump before entering the roundabout, I began to open up. I briefly told her that I still felt the same way I did two years ago, that I had tried to forget about the feelings I had with no success, and that I was sorry to once again ruin our unstable friendship. She told me it was fine and my feelings were natural, nothing to regret or be ashamed of. Her words meant nothing to me this time because I had already heard them. Defeated, I paused for a moment, then said, “Isabella, you reciprocated my feelings in the past, so after Alex, do you think that maybe we’d have a chance?” She looked at me with pain in her eyes, not for herself, but for me. She quietly said, “I- Lincoln, you know I can’t answer that. I’m with Alex now, it wouldn’t be fair.” All I could get out was, “Oh- I- I’m sorry. Uh yeah no, you’re uh- you’re right.” Everything in me pulled and begged at my lips to say what I wanted to, but I couldn’t. I still look back on that night and wish I had said the few words I never got to tell her. What if saying them could’ve changed something? Realistically, it wouldn’t have, but the regret remains. I doubt Isabella would have even remembered where my word choice stemmed from. Regardless, the words rang in my head then, and never stopped. All I wanted to say at that moment was, “but I still need you.” Today, 1,725 days since I first saw Isabella, 822 days since I first facetimed Isabella, and 178 days since that heartbreakingly beautiful night, I still love her the same. Looking back on my experience with her, I regret many things (oversharing, Claire, the snake, etc.), but the one thing I have never regretted was meeting and loving her. It was only recently that I realized that loving her has been one of the biggest mistakes in my life. For three years, day in and day out, I’ve thought about her. Three years where I could have met other people, worked on myself, enjoyed my friends and family, but instead I’ve loved her and nothing, nobody else. The one lesson that was essential for me to take away from my experience was impossible. In eighth grade I was 5’7 and 215 lbs, today I’m 5’10 and 165 lbs. In eighth grade I spent time with my parents, today I hide in my room. In eighth grade, I told people how I felt, now I’m too scared. In eighth grade, I talked about my depression, now I am left alone to deal with it. In eighth grade, I had many friends, now I rarely speak to them. In eighth grade, I needed Isabella, but the one lesson I should’ve learned never took effect. I still need her.

Computer Type: Desktop
GPU: Radeon RX 6700 XT
CPU: Ryzen 5 5600X 6-Core
Motherboard: MSI MPG B550 GAMING PLUS
BIOS Version: P1.70
RAM: 16GB Kingston 3200mhz
PSU: Gigabyte UD750GM
Case: i honestly don't remember, it's a thermaltake case I've had for years
Operating System & Version: Windows 10 Home 19045
GPU Drivers: AMD Software: Adrenalin Version 24.4.1; 23.40.31.05-240417a-402338C-AMD-Software-Adrenalin-Edition; AMD Windows Driver Version 31.0.24031.5001
Chipset Drivers: for the life of me i can't figure out where this is
Background Applications: Discord, Firefox
Description of Original Problem: I've recently swapped to a Radeon RX 6700 XT, and I've been having issues intermittently. For the most part, things run fine, but occasionally my monitor will go black and then flash white noise for a few seconds before going back to normal. (It's worth noting that I have two monitors and this only happens to the main one) I've had a few cases where my graphics driver straight up died and I had to reboot my pc. I'm wondering if this means it's a bad card of if it could be other things; I've heard that AMD usually has subpar Windows drivers (I'm running Windows 10), and the fact that it almost only affects one monitor, despite both being connected to the graphics card, makes me think it could also be a fault with the wire/connection. I'm not exactly savvy enough to diagnose this stuff on my own though, so any help, suggestions, insight etc is greatly appreciated.
Troubleshooting: I've tried uninstalling any old drivers and reinstalling the AMD drivers, but that hasn't helped yet.

Hey is it just me or Yoshi is just annoying character
how to deal with his flashes and unblockable lows huhu :'<

I have faced some issues in booting up... Again...
No time for fixing it, i plugged in ubuntu flash and now browsing around with it... Huge but...
Not bootable ubuntu's firefox has important bookmarks. I'm really in desperate position here and i cant reach them. I couldn't find a way. Is there any way to obtain them again?

Computer Type: Desktop
GPU: Radeon RX 6700 XT
CPU: Ryzen 5 5600X 6-Core
Motherboard: MSI MPG B550 GAMING PLUS
BIOS Version: P1.70
RAM: 16GB Kingston 3200mhz
PSU: Gigabyte UD750GM
Case: i honestly don't remember, it's a thermaltake case I've had for years
Operating System & Version: Windows 10 Home 19045
GPU Drivers: AMD Software: Adrenalin Version 24.4.1; 23.40.31.05-240417a-402338C-AMD-Software-Adrenalin-Edition; AMD Windows Driver Version 31.0.24031.5001
Chipset Drivers: for the life of me i can't figure out where this is
Background Applications: Discord, Firefox
Description of Original Problem: I've recently swapped to a Radeon RX 6700 XT, and I've been having issues intermittently. For the most part, things run fine, but occasionally my monitor will go black and then flash white noise for a few seconds before going back to normal. (It's worth noting that I have two monitors and this only happens to the main one) I've had a few cases where my graphics driver straight up died and I had to reboot my pc. I'm wondering if this means it's a bad card of if it could be other things; I've heard that AMD usually has subpar Windows drivers (I'm running Windows 10), and the fact that it almost only affects one monitor, despite both being connected to the graphics card, makes me think it could also be a fault with the wire/connection. I'm not exactly savvy enough to diagnose this stuff on my own though, so any help, suggestions, insight etc is greatly appreciated.
Troubleshooting: I've tried uninstalling any old drivers and reinstalling the AMD drivers, but that hasn't helped yet.

i wanted to install firefox instead of using chrome on my e6, so i went and tried to disable the chrome app as i've done with other apps i can't delete but don't use. unfortunately this froze my phone and when it started trying to reboot, now it just keeps flashing on and off of the blue powered by android screen? nothing i can do so far has managed to even turn it off except (obviously) taking the battery out which i think i shouldn't be doing, and didn't fix it anyway. have i like. permanently broken my phone? does anyone have suggestions? i can't even turn it back off without taking the battery out.
EDIT: i could manage to get to the choose reboot/android screen from the boot loop but it kept giving me "no command" errors no matter what i did, so i let the battery run down and then used the rescue and smart assistant. i had to do a factory reset but for those poor souls like myself who don't know what that means, i still have all my data being restored currently from a google cloud backup. thanks!

Honestly I didn't even know what was happening when it first started, I simply tried to shutdown, everything hung, and my capslock key was flashing. Someone told me that sounded like a kernel panic.
It doesn't happen every shutdown, so I have no idea where to even start looking. And I don't notice any performance issues while using the laptop. A few weird things that seem to vanish on a new load or when I update my flake. Also I have been using this setup for months with little to no change and it suddenly started within the past month.
Like being unable to create new documents with libreoffice or download files on firefox while using wayland but able to on x11 for 2 days. Then being fine.
Inxi info:

System: Kernel: 6.6.29 x86_64 bits: 64 Desktop: KDE Plasma 5.27.11 Distro: NixOS 24.05 (Uakari) Machine: Type: Laptop System: Dell product: G7 7500 v: N/A serial:  Mobo: Dell model: 0TTHVM v: A00 serial:  UEFI: Dell v: 1.0.0 date: 05/06/2020 Battery: ID-1: BAT0 charge: 54.0 Wh (90.0%) condition: 60.0/86.0 Wh (69.8%) CPU: Info: 6-Core model: Intel Core i7-10750H bits: 64 type: MT MCP cache: L2: 12 MiB Speed: 900 MHz min/max: 800/2600 MHz Core speeds (MHz): 1: 900 2: 838 3: 904 4: 800 5: 1000 6: 1000 7: 800 8: 800 9: 800 10: 800 11: 800 12: 900 Graphics: Message: No device data found. Device-1: CN0HK46K8LG0006AFHZVA02 Integrated_Webcam_HD type: USB driver: uvcvideo Display: wayland server: X.org 1.21.1.13 driver: loaded: N/A resolution:  Message: Unable to show advanced data. Required tool glxinfo missing. Audio: Device-1: HDA NVidia driver: HDA-Intel Device-2: sof-hda-dsp driver: sof-hda-dsp Sound Server-1: ALSA v: k6.6.29 running: yes Sound Server-2: PipeWire v: 1.0.5 running: yes 

Nvidia-smi output:

+-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+ NVIDIA-SMI 550.78 Driver Version: 550.78 CUDA Version: 12.4 -----------------------------------------+------------------------+----------------------+ GPU Name Persistence-M Bus-Id Disp.A Volatile Uncorr. ECC Fan Temp Perf Pwr:Usage/Cap Memory-Usage GPU-Util Compute M. MIG M. =========================================+========================+====================== 0 NVIDIA GeForce RTX 2060 Off 00000000:01:00.0 Off N/A N/A 41C P8 2W / 41W 6MiB / 6144MiB 0% Default N/A +-----------------------------------------+------------------------+----------------------+ 

Checking dmesg for errors gave me this:

[ 0.124864] x86/cpu: SGX disabled by BIOS. [ 4.595952] ACPI BIOS Error (bug): Could not resolve symbol [\_SB.PCI0.PEG0.PEGP.GPS.PCGP], AE_NOT_FOUND (20230628/psargs-330) [ 4.596325] ACPI Error: Aborting method \_SB.PCI0.PEG0.PEGP.GPS due to previous error (AE_NOT_FOUND) (20230628/psparse-529) [ 4.598825] ACPI Error: Aborting method \_SB.PCI0.PEG0.PEGP._DSM due to previous error (AE_NOT_FOUND) (20230628/psparse-529) [ 4.599630] ACPI BIOS Error (bug): Could not resolve symbol [\_SB.PCI0.PEG0.PEGP.GPS.PCGP], AE_NOT_FOUND (20230628/psargs-330) [ 4.600263] ACPI Error: Aborting method \_SB.PCI0.PEG0.PEGP.GPS due to previous error (AE_NOT_FOUND) (20230628/psparse-529) [ 4.600905] ACPI Error: Aborting method \_SB.PCI0.PEG0.PEGP._DSM due to previous error (AE_NOT_FOUND) (20230628/psparse-529) [ 4.789197] ACPI BIOS Error (bug): Could not resolve symbol [\_SB.PCI0.PEG0.PEGP.GPS.PCGP], AE_NOT_FOUND (20230628/psargs-330) [ 4.789609] ACPI Error: Aborting method \_SB.PCI0.PEG0.PEGP.GPS due to previous error (AE_NOT_FOUND) (20230628/psparse-529) [ 4.790471] ACPI Error: Aborting method \_SB.PCI0.PEG0.PEGP._DSM due to previous error (AE_NOT_FOUND) (20230628/psparse-529) [ 5.152146] nvidia-gpu 0000:01:00.3: i2c timeout error e0000000 [ 5.152158] ucsi_ccg 0-0008: i2c_transfer failed -110 [ 5.152164] ucsi_ccg 0-0008: ucsi_ccg_init failed - -110 [ 5.476868] ACPI BIOS Error (bug): Could not resolve symbol [\_TZ.ETMD], AE_NOT_FOUND (20230628/psargs-330) [ 5.476880] ACPI Error: Aborting method \_SB.IETM._OSC due to previous error (AE_NOT_FOUND) (20230628/psparse-529) [ 9.419198] ucsi_acpi USBC000:00: error -ETIMEDOUT: PPM init failed 

I tried googling the errors and found the following:

1. my nvidia card not having usb-c support but trying to pull the appropriate driver: https://askubuntu.com/questions/1278399/dual-system-ubuntu-20-04nvidia-gpu-i2c-timeout-error-ucsi-ccg-i2c-transfer
   
2. An intel issue related to Collaborative Processor Performance Control: https://askubuntu.com/questions/1416198/ubuntu-22-04-acpi-bios-error-bug-could-not-resolve-symbol-errors-on-asus-x7
   
3. An error due to user space being unable to manage thermal controls. https://community.frame.work/t/bios-bug-tz-etmd-missing-in-acpi-tables/17653
   

Any advice at all would be appreciated and if I need to provide my config or any other logs I don't know about I will. Thank you all in advance.
EDIT: Formatting
Edit 2: the one time it actually gave a kernal panic message on shutdown that I got a picture of
https://files.catbox.moe/ohnptx.jpg