Long story short and as much as it sucks to say, I haven't really experienced much of anything. I'm going to intentionally beat around the bush as to what category that "experience" falls under but I think most people should be able to figure it out lol. In other words (and if you play games), I'm a complete noob when it comes to all things girls. As for why those things haven't happened and why I want that to change.. There's a few reasons, but the main reason why I'm putting such an emphasis on this is because I'm a huge homebody and I don't go out much at all which makes it difficult to meet people. That's where Reddit comes in! The message I'm essentially trying to send is becoming physically and emotionally close with a girl is what I want the most. I want to experience it all; the laughs, excitement, curiosity, intimacy, hanging out, fun. Blame all the Disney movies I watched as a kid for that lol.
Finding someone would be a dream come true, but I'd love to find friends too if that's all you're looking for! Local or international, just let me know if that's what you want instead :) We could end up being really close friends and you'll introduce me to a friend who I end up being with? That may or may not be the plot from a romcom đ¤ So that means I definitely wouldn't be opposed to a relationship! I've obviously never been in one so I'm not exactly sure how to transition to that, haha. I totally wouldn't mind finding out, though :) Also someone to say good morning and night to, too. That would be the best even if it's incredibly cheesy.
Anyway, it could be someone with a lot of experience or someone with no experience like me, or introverted or not introverted, etc. I don't have a preference either way :) But if I were to be reaaally picky: they'd be sweet and down to earth because just cuddling on its own would be all kinds of cool. A bit about me: I'm shy, caring, kind, sweet and am normal in the weight and height categories. I want to say I'm cute in the looks department? đ I'll let you decide that though lol. I think it's super fun learning about people through conversation so I'll leave the following hobbies section blank. Then again, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give a small hint to something I love.. My username should provide clues to that! I Siriusly need to re-watch the movies again. Maybe with someone I meet through r4r?
Alright, I can't hold it in anymore. I pretty much like a little bit of everything. For example, when it comes to music, I go through Backstreet Boys phases to Disney song phases (Moana is awesome and I haven't even seen the movie đ) to something like Linkin Park, Paramore or 50 Cent. What I'm trying to say is I like a little bit of everything! So there's a good chance I'll like whatever you like when it comes to hobbies and interests and that means connecting with each other should be relatively natural/seamless. Or maybe that's wishful thinking on my part, haha.
I'm not the best with openers and if you're also in the same boat, then how about this: If you could have any superpower what would it be and how would you use it? Being out of this world smart like Tony Stark is an acceptable super poweanswer, by the way.
Hopefully my first impression is a good one! If anyone is even remotely interested, then just let me know and I'll get back to you asap!
Hello yâall. I have a fun story here for you all. I actually used to WORK at chick fil a when I was 16/17. been there for about a year and a half at the time of this story. Anyways. I was there for a closing shift one day and I loved those shifts cause I got to close down and spend time with my friends who worked there. I loved it. We did the whole shebang and shut the store down and still hung out with each other for a bit in the store / the parking lot after. Around 11:30ish we all decided to head home. So me and my best friend at the time were walking to my truck when all of a sudden I feel some. Metal. On the back of my leg. And then I am promptly swept off my feet and fall backwards. Onto. The HOOD OF A CAR. Turns out. My âLEAD/MANAGERâ at the time thought it would be a funny idea to scoop me up onto the hood of his car for some god knows why reason. He went very slow but just fast enough to where I ended up on the hood. I turn and look at him and ask him to stop cause he was still rolling. At this point heâs laughing and says âDID YOU SAY GO FASTER?â And he SPEEDS UP WITH ME ON THE HOOD OF HIS CAR. He finally reaches near the end of the parking lot and takes a HARD left turn and slams on the breaks and I fly off the car. I get up laugh/crying not knowing what to do and I canât move my wrist. Everyone there said I was fine and to sleep it off so I. Tried. Yea turns out. My wrist was broken. So. My chick fil a manager hit me with his car and broke my wrist. Fun. Goodnight yâall đ
We're white, middle class Australians. Just my son & I living in a two story, two bedroom townhouse in a pretty mediocre complex in a capital city.
While I make a decent income (~$107K AUD salary plus super, or just over 3K AUD/fortnight) we struggle to get by because my mortgage repayments are 1350/fortnight plus I have an arseload of bills (home rates, water, gas, electricity, body corporate fees, health insurance, plus our internet & phone bill is insane, so he can have the fastest, unlimited home network speeds, repayments on his iPhone 14 Pro, my Pixel 6) and his constant want for new (expensive) clothes, shoes and whatever else he demands.
He has a mid-tier gaming PC I built him a few years ago, along with a PS5 and a high end gaming monitor with an expensive desk and gaming chair in his bedroom, along with a very nice queen-sized bed and floating shelves with expensive collectables on them.
As a 49M I have given up on finding love again, or even a casual partner because he has damaged the crap out our home but his solution to getting more money is "get on Tinder and find a wife" so we'll have multiple incomes. I could do alright on Tinder if our house wasn't constantly getting trashed by his meltdowns. Or to constantly ask my mother for money. She's helped us enough as it is.
I even splurged on Childish Gambino tickets for us today (which will also mean travelling to and accomodation in Sydney on top of the $440 worth of tickets) and I was "the best dad in the world" but then his ASD and ADHD kick in and he starts focusing on wanting newer, better stuff.
Today (after giving up on telling me to buy a new house) he wants his room renovated, with his current desk etc back downstairs, a new desk with a MacBook, windows replaced, wardrobe replaced so he can be like a "normal kid".
When i was his age I shared a "sleep-out" (basically an enclosed verandah running down the side of the house) with three little brothers, wore what I was given and rode a cheapo "Toyworld" BMX to school, forced to participate in a cult "Mahikari" in a house full of cockroaches (especially the human cockroach married to my Mum who was molesting my older sister).
I understand he has ADHD (as do I, hence the essay, sorry) and he is at the highest of level 2 ASD (one point off level 3, which is the highest end of the spectrum in Australia) but he seems to think "all other kids" have better rooms/houses than him.
He won't listen when I tell him about teenage boys living in the middle east, where they're lucky if they have a bedroom and that they can't guarantee that their Dad will survive a day at work or they can't be sure they won't get blown up at school, or crossing the frikken road. Or about other kids who are in ghettos surrounded by gang life. Or even just other white, middle class kids in our own, safe, city who don't have luxuries that he has, streaming services, a Dad that is willing to pay for him to have a more expensive phone than my own, that will take him to a $200 concert.
What does the average 13 year old kid have where you live?
How can I convince him that he should be grateful (or at least satisfied) with what he has?
It does my head in that he thinks he has it so rough!
Sorry for the huge wall of text. I need to vent as well as get some advice, please and thank you!
I never worked there but I go in a lot⌠about 5 or 6 years back I was in the store across from TU early in the morning, it was still dark out. Black male walked over to the beer area and grabbed 2 cases of beer and some honey buns⌠proceeded to walk out, the employee said something like âoh really, thatâs how itâs gonna be?â Guy replied: yep and donât do nothing, I got a gun too. Got into an SUV with no plates and drove off. I guess that would qualify as an armed robbery, right? I talked to the employee a few minutes⌠canât remember if they even called the police. I would imagine thatâs pretty tame compared to what you guys must see sometimes⌠so whatâs your best QT war story?
First and foremost I want to say that I actually like Rachel as a character. The worst thing a character can be is boring and Rachel Berry is anything but boring. This is more of a critique of the show written around her. I saw an old post about how past season 1, Rachel (and Finn but to a lesser extent) donât work as pov protagonists. With the show as written, I agree. But while that post came at the subject from a psychological perspective, I'm coming at it from a writing perspective. And to do so, I'm going to be comparing Rachel to another Fox showâs main character who I feel is the same archetype as Rachel but written much better, Malcolm from Malcolm in the Middle. They are both gifted, driven and have an ego the size of canada. But the reason why I root for Malcolm while I get annoyed by Rachel is because of what the respective shows ask us to do: Glee asks us to root for Rachel while Malcolm in the Middle asks us to watch Malcom try to survive his crazy family.
Season 1 Rachel is the best for her character. We see and are constantly reminded how she is treated by the popular kids, how she is barely tolerated by her fellow glee clubbers and most importantly she is allowed to just be unlikeable. Which she is. Past season 1 they take that all away from her. Sheâs still unlikeable but itâs framed to be endearing. Besides Santana and sometimes Brittany, she isnât treated badly by the club. And from what I remember, the bullying from outside of the club stops for her. The show still asks us to root for her but she has no real obstacles for the remaining 5 seasons, no obstacles that last more than a handful of episodes. Scare off a new recruit, completely forgotten by next episode. She chokes at a college audition, she gets another shot and gets in. She throws away her dream job that she dropped out of college for to pursue a tv career that fails, six episodes later she is offered another broadway role and accepted back into college. There is nothing to root for because we know Rachel will get her way in the end. Now I will give them some credit for the pezberry feud. How that started in âfrenemiesâ, they framed Rachel as in the wrong but once again a few episodes later, weâre supposed to side with her?
Now I donât know how many of you have watched Malcolm in the Middle so Iâm going to give you the overall premise: the everyday adventures of Malcolm, who is a genius, navigating life with his very dysfunctional working class family. Now from the very beginning we are never really asked to feel sorry or root for him, weâre just asked to be along for the ride. And the ride is him or his family getting in his way. Why I feel like this works for this show is that the writers know that Malcolm is the protagonist, not the hero. Malcolm is petty, egotistical, shallow, selfish and despite being a genius, never listens. The vast majority of episodes end with him losing or at best coming out neutral. Either a kid from school will get the best of him, heâll just fuck it up for himself or a family member will out smart him (more on one particular member latter).
So why does one show get it right and the other wrong? There could be a few reasons. First and foremost, glee was originally a movie that was stretched into half a season of tv. They kept it interesting for the second half of season 1 when it came to Rachels character but past that, there isnât much for her to do besides succeed. And I don't care even if your character is the most likable person on the planet, which she most definitely is not, your character has to take real Lâs (which you can do since glee is largely episodic within any given season). But i think the main reason is the writers didnât know what character they were writing. When the character Quinn comes up, I routinely hear how the writers wanted her to be an unlikeable, evil person but Dianna brought humanity to her and ruined her. I donât think that's the case, no shade to Dianna as she killed it as Quinn but any actress worth their salt would have done the same thing. Quinn is a very human character as written. I think the writers had an idea in their head for their characters but refused to let those ideas grow along with the show so we got clashes between what the story was trying to tell us vs what the characters were doing and no character suffered the most from this than Rachel. I feel they were going for an Annie from Community or Lesley Knope from Parks and Rec type character. There is a lot of overlap between those three characters but what Rachel doesnât have that the other two do is an underlying understanding that people matter more than your talent.
Now I didn't write this just to bitch about Rachel, I also want to offer solutions. But seeing as glee has ended a while ago, these solutions wonât do much to help the show but it might help another writer not fall into these pitfalls. The easiest would be to just make the show about the glee club instead of Rachel and Finn featuring the glee club. A lot of the problems with these characters come from overexposure. But if you insist on Rachel being the lead, you could have her actually lose and it sticks. At the end of season 3 it would have been so much more interesting if they switched Finns and Rachel's stories. Rachel sacrificed everything for her dreams, what would she do if she didnât get into NAYDA and had no path to stardom? The solution I fall on the most is giving her an antagonist, maybe multiple. I always thought it would be fun to have her feud with a different member of the unholy trinity for the first 3 seasons. She needs actual obstacles to overcome and they would provide unique challenges to her. One of the reasons Malcolm works is because he has an antagonist that gets the best of him 90% of the time, his mom Louis. Louis may not be as book smart as Malcolm but she routinely out smarts not just him but also his brothers. She comes out on top so often that you canât help but root for Malcolm to win at least every once in a while against her. But it also works because she loves him and is trying to do what's best for him. Slight spoiler for the series finale of Malcolm in the middle, a show that ended over a decade ago. After making him turn down a job that would have had him living a life of luxury, he is pissed at her. After a ton of bs (literally) he asked her why she did it. She goes into a speech about her goals for his life and how he needs to finally realize that being the smartest person in the room isnât the most important thing in life. It was perfect. At some point during the show, someone should have given a similar speech to Rachel. Imagen how impactful it would have been during episode 100 if Finn (had tragedy not struck) sided with Santana during the feud and told Rachel she needed to grow up and realize that being the most talented person doesnât mean anything if no one likes you or something to that effect. But anyway these are my thoughts on the writing for Rachel. Feedback and discussion is welcome.
We were together for 3 years. The last 2 months, weâve been long-distance as Iâve been working on a new degree and he went to visit family while I did my externship requirements. Communication began to decline. I told him I wasnât okay with that and we could mutually part ways if keeping contact was going to be an issue. He insisted that it wasnât and heâd do better. He, in fact, did not do better. Instead, he admitted to going on coke binges with his friends, and coming down off of them makes him depressed. He even got sick and had to go to the hospital a few times, but that did not stop him. He said this new habit was why his communication was lacking. I was not only fed up but also disgusted by this. We had several other issues leading up to this, and for me, drug abuse is a deal-breaker. So, I expressed my discomfort with his new lifestyle habits and several other incidents that led me to believe I was not being taken seriously, and we should part ways. He pleaded and pleaded, but I was truly done. He began to try to communicate consistently, but we were at the end of the road. Once he got it through his coked-up head that I was serious, he decided to 'break up' with me, stating that he could no longer meet the demands of the relationship. I finally replied and said 'lol.' He then proceeded to block me on Twitter. I unfollowed him on IG because he was watching my stories religiously, and I blocked him from my phone. That was until I realized I had stuff of his from our apartment he previously asked me to mail but I forgot. I reached out to see if he still wanted me to honor that request, but then I unsent the message because if he really wanted them, he wouldâve reached out, right? I donât want to be petty, but I also donât want that stuff to be an excuse for either of us to communicate. So, I think I should throw it out instead. BONUS: after we went no-contact, I found out about the girl we previously had a discussion about surrounding some shady behavior. Well, he told me she was his best friend's girlfriend, and the friend wanted them to get acquainted. Turns out theyâre dating now; his parents even follow her on IG. We were together for 3 years; they never followed me and only spoke to me on the phone with him because there was a slight language barrier, and he helped translate. But yeah, I thought that was also fun to see because why would your parents be following your friend's girlfriend. So now I feel like âlolâ was the correct response and the trash can is justified and If it looks petty let it just be that.
Issue Fifty Written by u/VoidKiller826 Edited by u/Predaplant Arc: Revelations *************************************************************
Greetings, people of Gateway City. This is your new peacekeeper speaking. You might know me as the White Magician, a rather crude name, but I will accept it considering Manâs World's lack of creativity. However, you may also call me Circe, and I am here with an important message that your news station will deliver for all to hear. SCYTHE is no more: their HQ is under my and the Red Centipedesâ command. The Commander and his soldiers are dead and buried, as you all wished to happen. I was more than happy to oblige you if it meant depriving your stupid President of her next chance for reelection. Any survivors of the prison break are being hunted down by the people they locked in cages, who are more than happy to round them up as they once had been themselves. But none of thatâs important, for this recording is only to be heard by one person: Olympos, Wonder Girl, or whatever the fuck new title name you want to be called. This message is for you: You are to surrender yourself to me here in SCYTHE HQ in the next five hours, and in turn, I will not destroy this piss-end of a city. If you fail, I promise you, I will make Coast City look like a picnic by the time I finish with Gateway. That cow you call Wonder Woman is dead, and I will make sure everyone else will follow her if you donât comply with my request. Your mentor learned a valuable lesson when she tested my patience. *************************************************************
Spears Apartment - Gateway City: [...President Cale has announced the complete closure of all access to Gateway City following the prison break that occurred in SCYTHEâs holding facility hours ago,] said Cassandra Arnold from GateNews, the cityâs main news station.
[We still have an unconfirmed number of escapees following the message sent by the White Magician, but the President has assured GateNews a solution will be found.] Vanessa Kapatelis watched the TV in dismay. Pacing back and forth in the Spears duplex apartment, she had the TV on to pass the time while Ares worked on helping Helena and Cassandra upstairs.
âHere,â Vanessa turned away from the TV to see Tanya Spears handing her a bottle of water. âSomething for you to drink.â
âThank you,â Vanessa accepted the bottle. âI would prefer a beer, but this will make do.â
âMy mom has her wine collection in a locked cabinet,â Tanya noted, pointing at the kitchen. âShe doesnât know that I know that, but I can get you a bottle?â
Vanessa chuckled. âThanks, but I donât want a girl your age to be walking around with alcohol or to get you in trouble with your mom.â She twisted the bottle cap and slowly drank. âI needed that⌠it feels like Iâve been dry for months.â
âItâs actually been 3 hours,â Tanya said, sitting on the sofa and opening her tablet to look over the internet. âI hope what she said wasnât true⌠about Wonder Woman not being aroundâŚâ
Taking a seat by her side, Vanessa saw that Tanya was reading through the report on what happened to SCYTHE. The escaped convicts had taken control of the SCYTHE headquarters and equipment after killing many of the agents that had stood in their way.
Seeing the photo of SCYTHE HQ burning angered her. That place should represent the absolute shield of Gateway. Now, it had come under the control of the convicts that they were supposed to stop because of
Aeeta Branwen. A name that had made her happy now belonged to a stranger who had lied to her all this time.
Memories of their most intimate moments came flooding back: their first conversation, their first date, their kiss, and the morning after their date in her apartment. It was a moment when she thought she could finally stop grieving and move on from what happened to Coast City. And now, that had been disintegrated into oblivion.
In anger, she crushed the bottle with her hand, spraying water all over the table and the floor.
âShit!â Vanessa stood up, finally realizing her mistake. âI am sorry!â
âOh, it's fine!â Tanya ran to the kitchen to grab some paper towels. âItâs just water.â
âI know itâs justâŚâ Taking the paper towel, the two began wiping the floor and the table. âI have a lot on my mind.â
âIâll bet with everything that happened,â said Tanya, giving Vanessa a supportive smile. âYour friends are getting hurt, and you canât do anything but watch. It would piss anyone off. I know it did with me when the RedCent guys invaded EE Tower.â
âYeahâŚâ Vanessa sat back on the sofa. âBut this⌠I not only possibly lost many friends, but I was betrayed by someone I loved, someone who I thought was the one for meâŚâ she said, distraught, as tears ran down her face.
Tanya, without saying anything more, hugged Vanessa closely. Despite them knowing each other for only a few hours, Tanya knew that Vanessa was in pain. Watching her loved ones being hurt by someone that she trusted must have been a hard truth to accept.
The doors upstairs opening and closing caught the twoâs attention. Looking up, they saw Somya Spears descending, looking exhausted, like she had gone ten rounds in the ring. As she reached the ground floor, Tanya ran up to her mother, hugged her close, and guided her to the nearest chair to rest.
âIs everything alright, mom?â Tanya asked, worried.
âYeah⌠just felt that I might take that long overdue vacationâŚâ Somya answered, leaning against the soft chair with a tired sigh. âMaybe weâll go to Paris like you wanted, TanyaâŚâ
More steps followed, and Ares, or Mars as he insisted to be called, followed Somya, pulling his folded-up sleeves back. Unlike Somya, he didnât seem any different from when he went upstairs to help the Sandsmarks, but the few strands of hair on his face told a different story.
âHow are they?â Vanessa asked, walking up to the former God of War. âAre they ok?â
Ares turned to Vanessa. âThe girl has a lot of heart, far too stubborn to let a beating keep her down.â He said with praise, impressed with the former Wonder Girlâs willpower. âHer Sumerian blood will help her heal in only a few days, but it wonât help her mental wounds after I told her the news about her mother.â
Vanessa had a lot of questions about what he had said, especially the word Sumerian; perhaps Cassie was not simply half-Olympian. However, she focused on the most important detail in his explanation. âWhat happened with Helena?â She asked in a worried tone. âIs she-â
âShe is alive,â Ares said, but his expression shifted, frowning, making her nervous. âPhysically, she will recover, she has only a few cuts and bruises. Even a human like her can heal those.â
âBut?â
âBut it's the spell Circe struck her with. It is unlike anything Iâve seen because it is of her creation,â Ares explained, and Vanessa ground her teeth together when she heard the name belonging to the stranger who hurt her and her loved ones. âWhatever she used, it is affecting her very soul, slowly killing her.â
âLike a virus?â Vanessa asked, and Ares nodded. âMagic can do that?â
âIt does,â Ares answered. âMagic can create a nuclear bomb if the user has the patience for it. And Circe is a master at it, one of the very best and most gifted witches on the planet, so making something like this would be as easy as making a cake for her.â
Magic had never been SCYTHEâs priority, but the Commander still made them study anything related to the subject in case they had to face it. Vanessa had never expected to see it at this scale.
âCan you break it?â Vanessa asked. âFind a way to break the curse from Helenaâs soul?â
Ares took a deep breath, pocketing his hands. âItâs too complex to break. I will admit Magic is not my strongest suit, but even if you bring in someone knowledgeable, it would be a while for them to break her creation,â he explained. âYou need someone at her level of knowledge when it comes to magic, and I am not the best person to face her in that department.â
âThen we call for a specialist, anyone, really,â Vanessa said in desperation. âIf this is like a virus, a curse, then we bring a surgeon to cut it out! Maybe Cassie can use her Justice Legion connection, or maybe you can call someone for a favor.â
Vanessa's desperation was clear. She was willing to call for the Justice Legion, the very people she swore to go against for their vigilantism, if it meant saving Helena Sandsmark, her promise be damned.
âThe spell is growing far too rapidly. By the time you find someone, it will be far too late,â Ares said solemnly. âThe only person in the world who can break the spell without any problem or fear of failsafe is Hecate, the Goddess of Magic. She was Circeâs mentor, and she taught her everything she could about magic. No matter how complex it is, Hecate would understand it.â
âShe can help us?â
Ares shook his head. âNo, she has no interest in helping the world unless it is connected to her directly, and even then, dealing with her is the worst-case scenario because there is a chance sheâll side with Circe before she even thinks of helping us.â
âSo what now?â Vanessa asked, sounding defeated. âJust let Helena die? Let Cassie suffer? Let Circe win?!â she shouted angrily, finally addressing Circe by name. All of this explanation from Ares told her one thing: that the Witch had them beat, and they couldnât do anything about it.
Ares didnât react to her outburst, while the Spears looked worried. Tanya, for her part, tried to walk up to calm Vanessa, but the War God raised his hand to stop her, shaking his head and giving her the silent sign to let Vanessa be.
âThere is one way: it will be quicker if we act fast enough, but it would take everything from all of us for it to happen,â Ares said, beginning his explanation. âThere is a chain link connecting the spell, from the spell caster to Circe. This means it can be broken if we force Circe to release the chain connecting her to HelenaâŚâ he explained, letting his words be understood by the occupants in the room before finishing with one last note. âKilling Circe would also break the binding if she didnât leave any contingencies.â
Vanessa gritted her teeth. âSo we have to make her break the spell, and hopefully she doesnât screw us over⌠or we kill her, and hopefully she still doesnât screw us over even in death?â she asked, and Ares nodded. âWhat kind of person is willing to put in all that work? Just for revenge? On Diana, who is long gone?â
Ares shrugged and turned to the Spears, his gaze focused on Tanya, his daughter. Someone whom he never thought he would meet again was facing him, without knowledge of their blood relations.
âPossibly,â Ares answered, taking a step back. âBut if there is one thing I know for sure, Circe does not put these kinds of bindings without any reason. Whatever that reason is involves Cassandra Sandsmark and whether she will choose to make Circe break the spell or kill her, tainting her forever.â
Silence came to the room, letting Aresâs words sink in for all occupants, which might have been the same words he said to the Sandsmarks.
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The room of Somya Spears was quiet, with the only sound being the breathing of Helena Sandsmark lying on the bed sleeping. The room was spacious, with an expensive queen-sized bed as expected from an interim CEO of one the largest companies in the world.
Seated a few feet away on a chair was Cassandra Sandsmark, dressed in fresh clothes given to her by Somya after throwing off the bloody tattered ones she had arrived in. Watching her mother closely, Cassandraâs mind was racing, especially after what Ares told her about the curse Circe placed on her mother, slowly destroying her soul bit by bit until she was nothing but a husk.
âDammit!â In anger at their situation, she crushed the armchair, tearing its arm off like it was made of paper. If she was stronger, faster, and had the heart for it, she would have stopped the Witch, stopped her from hurting her city, the people of SCYTHE, and those caught in the crossfire, stopped her from hurting her motherâŚ
She buried her face into her hands, tears running down her eyes as she despaired. Everything she worked on after Coast City evaporated was ground up under a very powerful enemy out for revenge.
Considering Circeâs ultimatum, her city could well be gone by the time this was over.
âArtemis⌠please be safeâŚâ she whispered. She had nearly had a panic attack when she heard the news of the Amazon heading to SCYTHE HQ to stop the prison break, and then⌠nothing. No matter how many times she dialed her phone, there was no one answering, and she feared for the worst.
She heard her mother coughing, and Cassandra was quickly by her side. âMom!â she called for her, holding her hand.
âCassandra?...â Her mother said her name weakly. Her skin was becoming paler, a clear sign that the curse spell was working. âAre you⌠ok?â
âIâm fine, Mom,â Cassandra answered, covering the bandages hidden inside her clothes. âWeâre safe.
Youâre safe.â she said, tightening both her hands around her mothers.
âDid you⌠break something?â She asked, looking at the chair behind her. âYou shouldnât be⌠doing that⌠we are guestsâŚâ
Cassandra laughed, her tears falling away. âSorry⌠itâs just⌠itâs been a hell of a weekâŚâ
Helena touched her daughterâs cheek, noticing the bandage on it. âYouâre⌠hurtâŚâ
âItâs alright, Mom. Just a few bruises,â Cassandra assured. âYou shouldnât worry, you know I can take itâŚâ
âI am your⌠mother, Cassandra,â Helena said, facing her daughter. âDemi-God or not⌠I will always be worried⌠scared for my little girl.â
Cassandraâs tears came back. Seeing her mother remain strong despite everything made her happy, and she was terrified of losing her.
âSo⌠my soul is cursed?â Helena asked.
âYou heard all that?â
âCanât not⌠with all the swearingâŚâ Helena noted, giving her daughter a small smile. âYou shouldnât swear at people, Cassandra, especially those who are trying to help.â
âI know, I know,â Cassandra said. She had gone off on Ares after he explained what happened to her mother, and she might have overreacted when she put all her anger on the former War God. âItâs just⌠I donât want to lose you⌠not while we can fix this.â
Helena sat up on her bed, fully facing her daughter. âWhich is why⌠I donât want you to make the wrong choice.â
âI wonât,â Cassandra said with a low tone. âI will make Circe free you from this curse-â
âNo, Cassandra,â Helena grabbed both of Cassandraâs hands with hers. âThat is not what I meantâŚâ
Cassandra raised her brows, confused. âMom?â
âI heard everything⌠from Circeâs spell⌠how it works⌠and how it can be brokenâŚâ Helena said, shocking Cassandra. âI know you already decided what you feel you have to do.â
Cassandra didnât answer, avoiding her motherâs disapproving gaze accusing her. Ares said the quickest way to break the binding and the spell was either by forcing Circe to break it herself or by killing her, severing the connection.
But if what Circe said was true, that Diana decided to kill her instead of making her surrender like everyone else who faced her, that means there was no chance the Witch would submit willingly. She would rather die than give the satisfaction of admitting defeat.
Which left only one solution where she could save her mother.
Helena sighed, knowing what decision her daughter might have made. She held her hand tightly and changed the subject. âI have to tell you somethingâŚâ
âNo, mom. Youâre not giving me the
âDying Speechâ, not while there is a chance we can save you-â
âItâs about your father,â Helena cut her off, shutting Cassandra up. âYour real fatherâŚâ
Cassandra remembered Circe calling her Daughter of Enlil, not Zeus. Ares said he was a friend of her father, which confused her because Ares hated Zeus, so it wouldnât make sense that he would help out even if they were his siblings.
â
EnlilâŚâ Cassandra said the name aloud, and Helenaâs eyes widened, her breath hitching when she heard the name. âCirce⌠she called me Daughter of Enlil⌠Child of the Sky...â
Helena took a deep breath, bringing her daughter closer. âYes⌠that is trueâŚâ she began. âYou are not Zeusâs daughter, Cassandra, nor you are an Olympian in any way⌠but you are in fact⌠Sumerian⌠Mesopotamian,â The elder Sandsmark brought her youngest closer and spoke carefully, as if worried that someone might hear them. âYour father is Enlil, the Sumerian God of Wind⌠and he was the kindest man I have ever knownâŚâ
From then on, Helena explained Cassandraâs origins as carefully as possible, pushing on even while the spell affected her. She explained how she met Enlil, a man with golden hair similar to Cassandraâs, who introduced himself as an expert in Mesopotamian history during an expedition in Iraq. They had become rivals at first due to their clashing personalities, but how that developed into respect, to eventually falling in love after a very lengthy adventure that sounded like the plot of The Mummy.
And that love resulted in Cassandraâs birth. He helped raise her with Helena for the first year and a half before he disappeared because he had Olympian enemies and had to leave them to keep them safe.
While she explained all this, Cassandraâs mind went to another piece of critical information. Her fatherâs true identity had never been the most important thing for her. But what made it important was what Circe told her about Dianaâs true reason for coming to Gateway City. It wasnât just settling in a âpiss-end of a cityâ the more she taught about it, the more she realized the terrifying truth behind her mentorâs reasoning for coming to the city.
Diana was sent to find Cassandra, a
Sumerian Demi-God, the Olympians greatest enemy since the Titans, and eliminate her. The prophecy of the Godkiller that they had feared might have come from Cassandra, but all it did was start a long, personal, and bloody war between two women because of the gods' demands for blood.
And now, she, Artemis, and Gateway City suffered the consequences. Even after Dianaâs death, Circe would not let her hatred for what had happened to her go, and if it meant destroying her mentorâs legacy, she would do it.
âDianaâŚâ Cassandra thought in sadness.
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SCYTHE Sub Base - Industrial District: âI am not sure how you were able to do it, but you somehow found an ever more depressing place than that HQ of yours. It makes the cell you put us in look like a five-star hotel room,â said one Pamela Isley, formerly Poison Ivy, seated in the middle of a large room behind a large table. Around her were what was left of the SCYTHE agents they had saved during the escape, all working to get the makeshift base they had hidden up and running.
Alexei Abramovici, the Bloodcrow of SCYTHE, glared at the former supervillain, not happy with her comment. He turned to one of his men and began barking orders, âYou! Get the goddamn Black Room working! We are running blind here!â
âWorker drones even without their Commander.â Pamela looked on unimpressed at the agents. She had never been that sympathetic to the plight of cops getting killed, especially militarized ones. The once mighty and feared peacekeepers of Gateway, who went to war against all the crime syndicates and the Red Centipedes, were now a mere little squad that wonât be able to protect a mini-mart, let alone every escaped convict under the command of the White Magician.
âMan⌠the signal here sucks!â complained Miguel Barragan by her side, raising his phone and trying to catch any kind of signal. âCould barely talk to my boyfriend when I called him, and canât connect to the internet,â he complained. He tried once again to call but he couldnât find a signal. âUseless brickâŚâ
âWe are underground in a bunker previously owned by Neo-Nazis, Barragan,â Pamela noted. From what she had heard, this used to be an old RedCent hideout that SCYTHE took over after the war, using it as a smaller base in case of emergency. âNot receiving any signal is part of the appeal of the place.â
âBunker, huhâŚâ Miguel chuckled. The name Bunker reminded him of the super name that he picked out; the more time passed, the more convinced he was that it was the right one.
Pamela gave a confused look at his expression and shrugged it off. Turning to her right, she saw the silent Emily Sung staring off into the distance. Unlike Barragan, Emily had other matters on her mind. Whatever she sensed or saw back at SCYTHE HQ freaked her out, like seeing something she shouldnât.
Just as Pamela was about to ask her how she was feeling, a knock on the large blast doors echoed around the base, loud enough for all to hear. Quickly, everyone felt tense, and the SCYTHE agents covered the door as Alexei signaled them to aim their weapons. After the news of the escaped convicts taking control of SCYTHE HQ and their equipment and weaponry, the agents knew that they were being haunted now by the convicts looking for revenge, so they were not taking any chances.
âWould you mind opening the door!â A familiar voice said behind the door, a voice Pamela recognized right away. âI have a bloody Amazon here, and I would like her off my fur!â
âBarbara?â Pamela realized.
âMinerva? As in the Cheetah?â Alexei asked, eyes narrowed with suspicion. âShe could be working with them, with
the White Magician.â
âShe isnât,â Pamela answered, glaring at the SCYTHE soldier for the accusation. âShe would never ally with the psychos you had under lock and key.â
Alexei scoffed. âThat woman got a cemetery filled with people who say otherwise, and she hurt the mother of someone I know.â
Before the two could argue, Miguel stood up and decided to take action. He extended his hand, forming a large arm construct from it, and grabbed the handle of the blast door. With one pull, he opened it wide. Barbara entered. Her feline form made some of the SCYTHE agents tense, and weapons were still trained on her.
âQuite the welcoming committeeâŚâ she noted in sarcasm. âNow, would you be dears and get this woman some help?â She adjusted the unconscious and bloody Artemis on her back. Her blood covered Barbaraâs fur.
âMedic!â Alexei called for an agent nearby before turning to Miguel. âAnd you, donât use your freaky powers until I order you to do so.â
âSorry tin man, I donât speak fascist,â Miguel responded with a smirk, and Alexei glared at him.
The medic quickly came to Barbara and guided her to a nearby makeshift hospital room, which had a bed and various equipment to help the SCYTHE wounded. Barbara went in haste, and gently, with the help of the medic, they placed the injured Amazon on the bed, her blood soaking the white sheets red.
âHow the hell did you even find us?â Alexei asked as he and the others entered. âI made sure I covered all our steps.â
âYou did,â Barbara noted, stepping back to let the medic check on Artemis. She turned to Alexei and pointed at her nose. âBut one of you has a very special pheromone that I can smell for miles,â she said with a smile as she turned her gaze to Pamela. âStill with those rose scents around you.â
The redhead smiled. âMaybe itâs that mark you left on me.â
âMore than you think, Pammy.â
âChristâŚâ the medic gasped, catching everyoneâs attention. âHow is she still alive? And how long has she been like this?â He asked, examining the injured Amazon.
Her armor was wholly wrecked, beyond repair. Her headpiece was half broken, and the gauntlets and braces on her arms and legs were dented and unusable. Her injuries were severe: open wounds, slash marks, and burn marks were all over her body, and judging from blows on her armor, she might have had a few broken bones as well.
âDidnât bother to look at the time with some of the grunts that were sent after us,â Barbara answered, leaning on a nearby chair as fatigue finally set in for her. âBut these Amazons are too stubborn to die, and I know that from experienceâŚâ
The number of times Barbara thought she had beaten Diana only for the Amazon to get back up and beat her back was many, and it frustrated the woman to no end, but now she couldnât help but be in awe at the resilience of these warriors.
âHer Amazon gifts will heal her,â Barbara noted. âBut I am not sure how long it will takeâŚâ
âI doubt it will take more than a few days at leastâŚâ the medic noted, bringing out some bandages and wrapping them around her arms. âShe will need a miracle to even walk out of here on her own two feet.â
âUhmmâŚâ Everyone in the room turned to Emily Sung, who stood by the doorway. âI⌠I think I can help her heal faster.â
Barbara and the medic gave her an odd look. To better explain it, Emily brought her hands together, and a small flame began to form from her palm. However, they werenât bright orange flames; they were blue flames, and they didnât feel any heat from them.
âI developed this technique while training,â said Emily. âIt's a fire spell that doesnât burn, but it heals people. I first used it on Miguel when he hurt his hands, and it was instantaneous,â she explained, and Miguel showed his fully healed hand as if he was demonstrating it. âBut this will be the first time I will heal someone with this severe of injuriesâŚâ
Pamela and Barbara looked at the blue flames with wide eyes. In Pamelaâs case, she was told that Emily had powers, and from Miguelâs description, she had the power of all the elements. However, seeing it firsthand and feeling it from just that tiny flame made her sense there was power behind it, warmth, like the sun.
âDo it,â Barbara said, taking a step back. âAt this point, if we need magic to get her back into the fight, we better get to it before we lose her for real.â She turned to the shocked medic. This was the first time he would ever see magic in play. âAnd you, guide her in whatever wounds need to be healed.â
The medic nodded. It was better than nothing. With his guidance and Miguelâs support by her side, Emily went to work to heal Wonder Woman, who was in a state of life and death if they didnât work fast enough, all while Circe and her crew were out there terrorizing the city.
âWhatâs the news out there?â Alexei asked after the three left the infirmary room. âWe are in the dark here, and I couldnât radio in anyone with the pieces of junk we got. Not even my brother, who was trying to get as many agents as possible.â
âBrother?â Barbara asked before she realized who his brother was. Her expression became solemn. She remembered the Warhammer who stayed behind to slow Circe and her crew, giving Barbara a chance to escape with Artemis on her back. âThe guy with the HammerâŚâ
Alexei furrowed his brows, noticing the change in her expression. âWhat happened to my brother?â
Barbara took a deep breath and began explaining everything that had happened: the White Magicianâs true identity, her taking over SCYTHE HQ, her ultimatum to Wonder Girl, and finally, Anatoly Abromiviciâs sacrifice to save them.
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Somewhere in Gateway⌠With the loss of SCYTHE and their headquarters, the surviving agents didnât have the necessary support from the intel agents in the Black Room to fight off against the newly revived Red Centipedes, now grown more powerful with the help of the escaped convicts, more than happy to exact revenge.
With the bridges closed off, SCYTHEâs weakened state, and Wonder Woman being presumed dead, the city had been thrown into chaos. Streets filled with criminals and looters taking full advantage of what had happened, stealing anything from everyone across the island.
Red Centipedes roamed the streets with military trucks, taken from SCYTHE after their HQ had fallen to the White Magicianâs control, making full use of their hardware to hunt down any surviving agent, delivering the message that they were the new peacekeepers of Gateway.
âLet me go!â
A woman, a worker from Taco Whiz, was being dragged from the streets by a group of RedCent grunts. Taken into a nearby corner, the RedCent dropped the worker on the dirty ground. Their eyes had terrible intentions behind them.
âCome on, man,â one RedCent grunt said from behind to his buddy. âWe are supposed to find those SCYTHE fuckers, not mess around.â
âYouâre serious?â The buddy looked at his friend like he was crazy. âWeâve been locked for months in SCYTHEâs cells; we can have a few minutes of fun.â
âPlease! Donât do this!â The woman screamed, tears falling from her eyes, afraid of what they would do to her. She tried to stand up and run away but was quickly pushed back down on the pavement.
The RedCent approached the woman, who crawled away from them in fear. âCome on, girl, I just need to release all this stress after being locked up for so long!â He proclaimed, giving the woman a leery look before turning to his buddy. âHey man, I can share! Maybe we can get someone else from the street-â
The RedCent stopped speaking, catching his breath for a moment after he saw his buddy lying on the ground face first, knocked out cold. Looking up, his eyes widened in shock when he saw the person standing before him. âYouâre⌠you were supposed to be dead?!â
Covered in heavy bandages and wrecked NIGHT armor, and carrying a mace in his hand and a pissed-off look on his face, Commander Hector Hall stood before the RedCent grunt like a dark spectre coming back to life. Kicking the knocked-out buddy aside, the Commander looked between the grunt and the terrified woman before he hardened his glare at the RedCent.
âStay back!â The RedCent grunt aimed his weapon, hands shaking in fear. âI said stay the fuck back-â
In a moment, Hall moved at such a speed he looked like a blur, cutting the distance between the two. With one swing of his mace, he smacked him squarely on the head, sending him to the ground.
Hall turned to the woman he saved, who looked at him in horror. âGo⌠get to safetyâŚâ
Without another word, the woman ran toward the exit and into the streets, away from the alley. Now alone with the two RedCents, Hall grabbed the knocked-out buddy and woke him up, making the man see the bandaged-up Hall looking down at him with hateful eyes.
âYou⌠I want you to send your boss a messageâŚâ Hall began, making him face the Commander. âTell the White Magician,
Circe, that I am declaring war on her and on anyone who stands by her side.â He turned and walked up to the other grunt, who was crawling away from the Commander in fear, grabbing his bleeding head. He begged for his life, but Hall ignored his pleas. âAnd this
, this is for my men that you Centipedes have killedâŚâ
He lifted his bloody mace and brought it down like a hammer on the begging Red Centipede as his buddy looked on in horror. He lifted it up once more to reveal the manâs head was crushed like a watermelon.
Commander Hector Hall was still alive, and as long as he was still breathing, SCYTHE would remain standing to fight against all threats against Gateway City.
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Wonder Women Vol 3.
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Death is never a positive, but still in some cases it can at least offer some interesting insight into the times these monarchs lived within; often natured with great irony too
Iâm going off any monarchs of any part of the now-UK; not solely off the English monarchs which later by default became âUK monarchsâ
I would have to go with King James II OF SCOTLAND
Something about being killed by one of your very own, specially-imported Flemish cannons used against none other than the infamous Black Douglases after it explodes mere feet from you is a simple yet effective nod at humble reality that all these monarchs indeed still faced in the midst of battle, no matter their âGodly/God-given positionâ etc
Random, kind of related side-story because, well, I like telling them;
As a child I was actually nearing the end (semi-final I think) of a not-so-serious archery tournament with my school year on one of our âorienteeringâ trips, when I over-pulled my final arrow (Iâm gonna attempt to describe literal milliseconds in as best, accurate detail as I can) on what was seemingly a loosely tied bow string, and it snapped the string, ricocheted the arrow off the actual bow, somehow spun a near-360 degrees backwards and subsequently âglided/grazedâ against my left shoulder blade nock-forward meaning I escaped genuine injury (seemingly)
Somehow, given this all happened in less than a second, even with the bow essentially âexplodingâ in a sense given all the evident built up pressure and subsequent released velocity etc, none of the teachers/supervisors actually clicked onto what just happened (as others were also still shooting at their targets for the sake of it)
Because of the arrow thankfully again grazing against my shoulder blade nock-forward there wasnât much actual pain as such, so I essentially just didnât say anything and the âtournamentâ, perhaps understandably given we were mere kids, was haulted there given they obviously still noticed the âexplodedâ bow and now-snapped arrow after the âshotâ
Over the last few years, probably a dozen or so on from the event, Iâve noticed my left shoulder blade has, very, very gradually, felt increasingly âout of placeâ in a sense. Visually it looks no different to my right shoulder blade, but I have noticed the left side of my body almost feels âstifferâ when I turn it rightwards in comparison to vice versa. I should probably get it checked (even though Iâm still pretty confident itâs a mere coincidence and nothing more) but apparently Iâm too stubborn to do so
If anyone actually took time to read the entire side-story, I admire your attention span
So I currently work in a bookstore which is maybe probably closing down soon. To make a long story short, it's been mismanaged for years and is in a spot where business is really not booming. Some people may want to buy it, but I've already been through one ownership change while working here (we changed owners just last year) and I don't want to live that again. It's stressful and depressing and I need a change, so I'm applying to another bookstore. Now, I think I would be really well suited for the job and I'm putting all my best qualities and relevant experience forward in my cover letter. There is however one thing I'm not sure I should include: last year, to the new owner's request, we were selling the required school books for some local elementary schools, and I was put in charge of that whole part of the sales. Now, this owner had no experience with this, was not in store because he owns businesses in a different city, and the whole system didn't work great. People weren't really satisfied, I tried bringing concerns to the owner but he wouldn't budge on the way he thought orders should be handled, so I kept doing it his way (orders wouldn't go through if he didn't approve them anyway). I believe it gave me invaluable experience because I had to deal with school book suppliers and the whole back-to-school rush, but since the store I'm applying to also does school orders, I'm sure they had clients go to them complaining about us. News travel fast here. So I'm kind of stuck here: should I even include the fact that I was in charge of the school book orders, or should I keep that confined to my resume? I feel like including an explanation in my letter might seem like I'm trying to shift the blame, but also I don't want them to see it and throw out my application because they know it was kind of a fiasco. If anyone has any input on this, I'd appreciate it!
Any and all perspectives help more than you know. I donât have anybody to really talk about this with so any guidance is appreciated. Itâs a lot to read, I might yap but with reason
Iâm 19 years old and have just finished my spring semester of college. I went to a big college out of town, my main financial aid fucked me over so I had to switch at semester to my home stateâs university. Anyway, this year was kinda tough for me lost a couple family members & my boyfriend had it rough, lost his best friend and dad within a few months of each other. Then we find out Iâm pregnant. I wasnât sure what I really wanted but didnât get to make a choice, I miscarried sometime later. It was hard so I went back to hometown & finished semester online while staying with boyfriend until I needed to move my stuff out of dorm.
My boyfriend is 19 and weâve been together a year & a half, but known each other since middle school. We dated in 8 grade until he had to move out of state, he moved back & we started hanging out again. My circle is small & I donât really make/have any friends but heâs my best friend. Even if we wouldnât have chose to date after he came back to town, ik we wouldâve been good friends. My family liked him or seemed to at least, especially my mom.
Itâs well known in my family that my mom and I just donât get along. She kept me quite literally locked away as the Cinderella child until I left. I could only do things if she wasnât in a bad mood/something didnât need cleaned/ a child didnât need to be picked up/dropped off. My friends in high school never invited me ANYWHERE lmao but after a while I figured out itâs easier to just deal w it rather than push back harder. I didnât know how to use a crosswalk until I was 14 lmao I was so sheltered sorry ANYWAYS, I turned 18 and it was like I had a brand new mother until her fear of me leaving wore off.
Long story short, the summer before I left for college (last summer) my mom & I got into a fight, I didnât have anywhere else to go so I moved in with boyfriend. My mom did the absolute most, almost got me fired from my job & ambulance ended up being called from how much of a tantrum she threw. It was so ridiculous that she refused to tell anybody what happened when people asked because she said itâs too embarrassing for her.
Just like that, she flipped. My boyfriend had a rough upbringing which she knows some stuff about. She took that and twisted the narrative to make him seem like some sort of charity case that took advantage of her generous & good graces. She calls him the hungry kid who hangs out w her daughter behind my back. Heâs no longer allowed at her house lmao just out of spite. He never said a word to her or about her when she had the worst to say about him, he never was disrespectful or showed up to the house either so idrk why she said that. Even when I moved out & she drained my entire savings I had worked for since I was 15, he never said anything bad about her just that i was going to be okay & heâs gonna help me figure it out. Not only that but she shunned me for a long time, refused to talk & look at me after I moved out. My little brother was 5 and didnât really understand but my mom didnât try to explain or kid proof it, just let him scream, cry, & claw at my legs whenever Iâd leave the house to go home. I felt incredibly guilty & like I had to compensate so Iâd stress out & make sure to see her and my siblings every single day till I left for college.
If youâre still reading thank you sm.
Fast forward to today, I went to college finished my semester and am back in my hometown. Over breaks in college Iâve stayed at my moms cause she expected me to and her & Iâs relationship has gotten so much better with distance. Between her and boyfriend, they were my biggest support especially with the miscarriage. But the only conversation theyâve had is when him and I went to talk to my mom in person when I found out I was pregnant. Not sure where she stands with him idrc but Iâm sure she probably hates him more since we did technically make her worst fear as a mother come true.
Im living with her now mainly cause I donât want to be isolated again & i physically cant deal with the debilitating anxiety and guilt every day, I wanted to try to focus on healing & resting before I start classes in the fall. Boyfriendâs family situation is getting v challenging for him, hes gonna get a place regardless. I really just want a space where Iâm not feeling constantly overstimulated & I miss living with him a lot honestly. We make the best team & itâs so easy with him. I catch myself getting so excited looking at furniture even from the thrift or think ab cooking meals w him or decorating. I miss him making breakfast for me before I wake up and folding laundry together and grocery shopping. Heâs paying 6 months rent in advance so that I wonât have to worry about getting enough hours & can enjoy summer and actually rest. Both of us independently have a pretty thick cushion to fall back on too just in case. So finances arenât a problem I think?
My mom isnât too keen on the idea. I think she doesnât want me to make the same mistakes she made, which I understand because I was also there when she was left with half of every pair of shoes she owned, I mean he took literally half of everything. Even in the case that we do break up and then Iâm stuck with an apartment with my ex and have completely fucked myself over, at least I was able to make my own mistake for the first time and learn from it? Idk what to tell my mom or how the conversation should go. I donât wanna be shunned again but then again Iâve never once been able to just do something and justify it with âitâs my lifeâ. Idk, advice/thoughts/bullshit/opinions please please help. Have a blessed day, thank you. I appreciate your time & input more than you know, I donât have anybody to bounce ideas around with.
But i liked Sam. I wasn't really happy that sam turned out to be Firefly. So the less i see of firefly, the better for me. I've never been a fan of those characters in games or anime that express some kind of implied romantic relationship with the MC. Sure people are gonna say that they aren't romantic but they literally had a date with shooting stars above them and one of the best si gs in HSR playing in the background. We even took a selfie together. Thats definitely romance themed. I have long been waiting for a badass fire male character but the penacony story decided to kill of duke inferno and turned Sam into a woman. You can't even imagine firefly saying the things that sam says! It just doesn't fit!
I am probably gonna get a lot of hate out of this but man i wish sam and firefly had just stayed seperate.
So, first this is a throwaway, because I donât want this on my main acc. Iâll apologise ahead of time for the long post. Itâs a long story!
This all happened a Long time ago, weâre talking 15+ years but I still think about it all the time and need some advice as itâs currently affecting my ability to give 100% to my relationship.
Iâll start by saying I (40f) was s**** a**** when I was younger, and Iâm only recently coming to terms with the shame that brings and the mental health issues it obviously carries. Which is likely why Iâm only now beginning to dissect it all and in effect re-live some of the issues from time to time.
I met my now husband (42m) when I was 18 and he was 20. I was living with my parents at the time but had been homeless for a year prior to avoid some pretty sketchy scenes at home which I donât want to go into but relate to my current mental health issues.
We had a close relationship with his brother âJeffâ, but his then gf âTanyaâ was forever making it quite obvious she had ideas on my then bf. Theyâre around the same age. His younger sister âLauraâ also happened to be Tanyaâs best friend and actively encouraged this.
Whenever we would all get together for family bbqs, parties and other events involving drinking, Tanya would flirt outrageously with my now husband. He would entertain it and play along. Whenever I broached the subject as being inappropriate they would all just say theyâre like brother and sister, and Iâm sick for thinking otherwise. Given my background, I took this on the chin and tried to get over it. Every time, like a fool. Obviously this didnât stop, and I began to feel like she would take things up a notch and do things on purpose because she knew things would wind me up and my now husband and I would then argue. Things like telling me she picked the wrong brother, sitting on his lap, answering the door in sexy nightwear when she knew we were coming over, you get the idea! (Iâm quite outspoken and would call her out on it fairly often. Only to be gaslighted by my husband again and told I was inappropriate). He wasnât blameless in this. They would have tickle fights and banter and generally laugh far more than he and I would when we were together. My husbands family would often tell me she was inappropriate but they all said thereâs no way my husband would ever cheat on me. They said she was trying to wind up Jeff (his brother) who wasnât really bothered by any of this, because he was cheating on her regularly and their relationship was really volatile. Her flirting only got worse when we all had children (I know, stupid move) and Iâd continue to call him out when she was flirting because although he was no longer flirting back, he wasnât putting a stop to it (he said he didnât notice she was). Eventually, things became so bad when the four of us met it was causing quite volatile arguments and I put my foot down with an ultimatum. This is some 7/8 years in, and we had children together so he picked me and even stopped speaking to his brother as well. Not long after we all stopped speaking, we booked our wedding. She then booked hers, FOR FIVE DAYS BEFORE OURS. This was annoying but nevertheless, we werenât speaking, so no big loss and we went ahead regardless.
Looking back now, I feel like I never should have stayed with him at the early stages and I should have put my foot down and left immediately, but I loved/love him. I was also only 18/19 & some part of me felt like I was competing and didnât want to lose (stupid, I know) I also really loved when we were on our own and had no extra company around.
Iâm now coming through the other side of therapy, I now know what gaslighting is and Iâm really angry with him because itâs now glaringly obvious that thatâs what was happening to me at the time. Iâm so angry that he didnât put her in her place and draw a line immediately when the inappropriate behaviour occurred and I raised my concerns.
Tanya and Jeff broke up a while ago, lo and behold she was cheating on him, too (with multiple men) and Jeff didnât like a taste of his own medicine when he found out. None of my husbands family now speaks to Tanya and Jeff has remarried. Itâs been probably 9 years since Tanya has been in our hometown but I still canât shake the feeling something happened. When I broach the subject with my husband he tries to reassure me nothing happened and apologises for not stopping it earlier, but I still canât fully believe him. Itâs stupid because itâs ages ago but it still pops up in my thoughts often. I just canât prove anything. Or can I? Do I message Tanya and ask outright? She technically has nothing to lose now, but I donât know if I could trust her not to use it as ammunition to spark a relationship back up with my now husband.
I donât know how to stop being so angry about everything that occurred and itâs eating me up. Has anyone been through anything like this before? How did you get through it? Did you resolve it? I honestly donât know if I can live with this as my past in our relationship. I think im just riding it out for the kids at the moment but itâs hard to tell because my brain and emotions are in a blender.
TLDR my husband used to flirt and say it was just friendly and now Iâm realising I was justified in being angry and should have left him at the time