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2016.07.23 02:42 Bocaj1000 True stories and sightings of the pale, thin cryptid

Crawler is a commonly-seen cryptid with pale skin, long-limbs, and a tall, thin body. They are generally seen around 8 feet tall if standing. There are stories of this creature all throughout America, and it has even inspired modern culture such as Until Dawn's Wendigo, the Rake, and Slenderman.
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2014.07.05 03:49 HaudNomen Cat = Dog

A Kevin is someone who consistently or greatly shows a complete lack of intelligence through incompetence of social and societal norms, or is purposefully antagonistic in their poor decision making.
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2024.05.17 00:22 CardiologistAware830 I feel like Luca Guadagnino is uniquely talented at portraying exactly what makes men so attractive, appealing to audiences on a mass scale regardless of gender or sexuality

Thinking of Challengers, here, OBVI. The churro scene?? The hotel scene?? Them getting all nervous before/when they meet Tashi? The other hotel scene where Art is acting so babygirl?? Come on. Even just the costuming & hair for Art and Patrick feel so energetic, fun, endearing, enticing. All through the movie I couldn’t stop thinking “:)” about how much I love men and their whole deal, and I feel like that’s something missing in a lot of media that appeals to women who date men. So much of it is either the last gasps of “men are trash” or this goofy ass “written by a woman” stuff. Granted, Art and Patrick are really normal guys and are only obnoxious or threatening in the ways you’d expect a normal ass dude to be.
Even in Call Me By Your Name, Armie Hammer is one of the hottest dudes ever (AS A BLOND MAN?) because Luca seems to intuitively know exactly how to direct and style men. It’s nuts. Not a Timothee Chalamet girl myself but I’ll let the other 2 woman on this forum weigh in lmfao
There’s a lot of baggage attached to being a woman dating a man and the relationship between you & his friends & him, but let’s lut that aside and acknowledge how it is so attractive to see a man hanging out with his homies and see him excelling in a social situation that is totally dif from what you’ve seen him in. At least as long as u know when to tap out before the hang devovles into something unspeakable
anyways, men are hot when they’re being lads or maybe I’m actually a gay guy
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2024.05.17 00:20 Schoolstrash101 Sunny has fulfilled his true name

On this subreddit their have been loads of theory's of how sunny will get his true name back or get another one, I've got to disagree with this. Their has been lots of speculation as to what true names of a person actually do and their purpose and most people(from what Ive seen) say it's linked to a person's destiny/fate.
So sunny has technically fulfilled his true name. Lost from light- Sunny use to be Nephis slave but now she's "lost" her servant physically, you could also say that she has lost him mentally as she forgot him. Sooo, sunny is lost from Nephis. Nephis having the sun gods lineage makes her "light". Meaning sunny isn't getting his true name back.
I'm more inclined to believe he will get a new name or continue to stay fateless, but the novel is literally called shadow slave so I'm leaning towards the former. Sunny imo will most likely get his fate back while also accepting Nephis as his master after learning about her as a companion in the upcoming arc's.
When/if he gets a true name again I believe its going to be along the lines of "twilight/herald" as a servant must address his master to the commoners or "eclipse......." As when light works with shadow it causes an eclipse - yes, I know that it's not scientific accurate but an eclipse is having sun and dark at the same time - also sunny was born on a eclipse.
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2024.05.17 00:20 Ragequitter100 Ever wonder where King Mambo the fifth buried.... That is a question that is stuck in my head we know where Aspheera was entombed but never the location of king mambo the fifth's tomb

So, i watched Ninjago for quite a while now & I've heard this
Wu: In the days of my father, the First Spinjitzu Master, there was peace between humans and Serpentine, but it was a fragile peace. Humans were forbidden to enter the lands of the Serpentine. And the Serpentine were forbidden to enter the lands of men.
Young Wu: I'm tired of the lake. I don't wanna go swimming today.
Young Garmadon: What do you wanna do?
Young Wu: I wanna go that way.
Young Garmadon: That's the Serpentine Valley, Wu. We're not allowed there. Father promised King Mambo, remember?
young Wu: Nobody will ever know. We'll just take a quick look and come right back. Come on. Don't you want to see the Serpentine? Are you even a little curious? Hmm? Wow!
young Garmadon: Okay, now you've seen it. Let's go before someone—
Mambo V: You…are the children of the first spinjitzu master
Garmadon: Yes sir
Wu: We're sorry we-
Mambo V: SILENCE! You have recklessly endangered a peace between humans and Serpentine that has existed for millennia. Your foolishness has put me in...a difficult position.
Mambo's Advisor: They are the children of the First Spinjitzu Master, Sire. We must proceed cautiously.
Mambo V: Put them in a cell for a night. Let them think on their foolishness.
Mambo's Advisor: Very Wise
young Garmadon: I can't believe this! This is all your fault! I'm gonna tell Father everything.
young Wu: You wanted to go too, remember? I asked you and you said—
young Garmadon: I said no! N.O. I said we shouldn't, but you wouldn't—huh?
young Aspheera: Is it true? You are the children of the First Spinjitzu Master?
young Wu: Who-who are you?
young Garmadon: What do you want from us?
young Aspheera: I am called Aspheera. I'm training to be a sorceress in service to the king. Tell me, do you truly know the secrets of Spinjitzu? (Wu and Garmadon hesitate to answer.) For a price, perhaps I could help you. I could open this door. I know several spells already. One of them will bend steel.
young Wu: What price?
young Garmadon: We don't have any money.
young Aspheera: I do not speak of coin. I ask only for friendship. Who says serpents and humans can't be friends? And between friends, there must be trust, sharing. You must share the secrets of Spinjitzu with me.
young Garmadon: Deal! Let us out!
young Aspheera: You too. I wish to hear you say the words. Promise me.
young Wu: Uh...I promise.
young Wu: So Aspheera freed us and we ran back home.
First Spinjitzu Master: And where have you two been?
young Garmadon: At the lake! Wu caught a fish, but it broke the line and we spent the rest of the day trying to re-catch it.
First Spinjitzu Master: Is that so?
young Wu: W-What are you working on, Father?
First Spinjitzu Master: Oh, uh, something new.
Wu: "The Art of forbidden spinjitzu
young Garmadon: Forbidden Spinjitzu?! Are those for us?
First Spinjitzu Master: No. They are far too powerful.
Young Wu and Garmadon: Aww.
First Spinjitzu Master: Now off to bed, both of you. Go. Go.
Wu: That night, I could not sleep. I was troubled by the promise I had made. A promise Garmadon had no intention of keeping. But one which I felt I must. I returned the next day to fulfill my promise, but I exacted a promise from her in return.
Young Aspheera: What promise?
Wu: You must vow that you will never Spinjitzu for evil.
Wu: She gave her word and I trusted her. (Wu turns around and walks. Aspheera has a grim look on her face and follows.) Much to my regret. In the days and weeks that followed, I taught her the secret of Spinjitzu.
Young Garmadon: Where have you been?
Young Wu: N-Nowhere.
Young Garmadon: Don't lie to me! I saw you! You were with that snake! You were teaching her Spinjitzu.
Young Wu: I had to, Garmadon. We promised.
Young Garmadon: You can't trust her. She's a slimy snake. (He lightly pushes Wu.)
Young Wu: Don't call her that. Wu again: Ah! You...you hurt me!
Wu: For weeks, we barely said a word to each other.
Young Wu: What happened?!
villager: King Mambo's been overthrown by a Serpentine queen who knows Spinjitzu! She's marching on our lands!
Second villager: You better clear out while you can.
Young Wu: I... need your help.
Young Garmadon: What is it?
Wu: I told Garmadon what had happened, and we put aside our anger. Together, we hoped to undo what we had done. But it meant disobeying my father a second time.
Young Wu: There! The Forbidden Scrolls!
Young Wu: The scrolls gave us powers we have never felt before. It felt as if... we had reached our True Potential
Young Aspheera: Mambo V has failed you! The truce was broken. And what did he do? Nothing! He is weak. Weak! But I am not. Behold, the power of Spinjitzu!
Young Aspheera: Once my rule over Ninjago is complete, I think I shall rename it, after myself.
Young Char: "Asphago?"
Young Aspheera: "Aspheera," you fool!
Young Char: Ah! "Aspheera" Much better. Mhmm!
Young Wu: That's a terrible name!
Young Aspheera: You!
Young Wu: You broke your promise! You swore never to use Spinjitzu for evil!
Young Aspheera: Is it evil to be strong? To show ambition? To push aside the weak and seize control? Oh, Wu. You have much to learn about the ways of the world.
Young Wu: I learned something from you. Never to trust a snake.
Young Aspheera: Guards!
Young Garmadon: I'll handle these guys. You take care of her.
Young Aspheera: 'Take care of me' if you can. Now that I know all of your secrets!
Young Wu: You don't know all of them!
Young Aspheera: Ahh! You deceived me! You promised to teach me Spinjitzu, but this...I have never seen!
Young Wu: I didn't deceive you; I just didn't show you everything!
Young Aspheera: Ahh! Oof. I yield! I yield!
Young Wu: And so Aspheera was defeated. The power of the scroll was too much, even for her sorcery. (Aspheera lays down, relieved.) King Mambo was restored to his rightful throne... And the peace was kept. As for Aspheera...
Young Aspheera: Help me, Wu, please! As I helped you!
Young Wu: King Mambo has decided your punishment. You are to be entombed, magically. Until such time as your sins are forgotten.
Young Aspheera: Wu, I beg of you, release me!
Young Wu: You would've brought war and suffering to all Ninjago.
Young Aspheera: I spared you and your brother! I ask only the same!
Young Wu: Ugh.
Young Aspheera: Release me! I saved you and you betray me?! You abandon me?! You-you... ...treacherous dog! You deceiver! You will pay for this, Wu! DO YOU HEAR ME?! IF IT TAKES A THUSAND YEARS! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!
What do you think happened to King Mambo V after he was returned rightfully to his throne
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2024.05.17 00:18 FeatheredProtogen Why do girls do this?

If they are being rude, ignorant, sassy, immature, self-centered, or disrespectful, and I talk back they call me misogynistic or sexist.
Or when they threaten to hurt me and say "You won't hit a girl" and then I say
"I don't give a sh*t what gender you are if you are assaulting me, you're getting punched"
Then they call make a disgusted face and call me sexist.
If you are gonna be that one person in the comments being like "🤓👆Erm actually that is sexist..." I sincerely do not care.
Equal rights, equal fights, I say.
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2024.05.17 00:18 Fantastic-Duck12 I had the worst TNR experience.

Ever since August 2023, I have been feeding a friendly female feral cat and her skittish son. I have been wanting to spay and neuter these two, but multiple issues occurred in December 2023 when her son was of age to be neutered, which prevented the two of them from being fixed. I contacted a TNR organization called C5 that same month and was told I would be placed on a waitlist of 3 months, and have not been contacted ever since. I was naive to wait for a phone call because matters would get worse.
As of late March, the female feral cat gave birth to 5 kittens, but one unfortunately did not make it. Ever since the birth of these kittens, I planned to catch them and wean them off, so I could take their mother and older brother to get neutered and spayed, and not deprive the kittens of a food source with their guardians gone. However, I never saw the kittens come by with their mom.
On Thursday, May 9th, one of the kittens appeared in my front yard. Although I could not manage to catch it, I contacted another TNR organization named Las Vegas Valley Humane Society (LVVHS) by submitting a TNR Inquiry Form through their website. This organization focuses on TNR and adoption, but relies on fosters in order to house the adoptable animals, who bring them to adoption events. The next morning, I received an email to text a phone number, and this is where my troubles would begin.
I texted the number with my name, address, and the amount of cats I wanted to be fixed as instructed by the email. I explained to the phone number that I wanted the two oldest cats to be fixed, and maybe the kittens if they were of age. A cat coordinator for LVVHS responded to my messages and asked for pictures of the kittens to see their age. However, they would constantly make me repeat myself and would often dismiss my questions and concerns, just to give me extremely vague responses unrelated to my concerns. After exchanging texts for a while, the cat coordinator for the LVVHS made me aware that they could possibly come by Monday afternoon or early evening to help me catch the kittens, since they were extremely fast.
Flash forward to Monday, where I received no notice or text by the cat coordinator. Although this organization has no building, all of their websites state they close at 5. As the time neared 5 pm, I texted if the organization planned on coming to help catch and pick up the kittens and the cats. I would not receive a text until an hour later, where they stated they could not come and asked about my plans for the kittens, since they had no fosters available at the moment. I never once stated I wanted to foster the kittens, so this seemed quite absurd. I responded that my plans were just to take care of the kittens while their guardians would be fixed, but they decided not to reply to that text.
The following morning, I managed to catch the kittens with my neighbor’s help and notified the LVVHS coordinator about that. Two hours later, they texted me they would call me and never did. I texted them at around 6:36 pm expressing my concern for an update on when the organization would be available to pick up the cats, since I never received a call. The coordinator simply responded by saying “How many kittens?” after answering this question nearly 5 times with them. I had to reiterate my intention for nearly the third time, and was met with an extremely contradictory response. Apparently, this organization does not catch the cats themselves, and instead feral cat caretakers have to pick up a trap and take the cats to the clinic, which was not stated on their website and contradicted their text stating they could come by Monday to help catch the kittens. Also, when I asked where exactly I would go to pick up the traps and what the address of the clinic was, the coordinator simply ignored my questions and instead gave me the hours of the unnamed clinic. (Based on my own research, I figured out they were referring to the Heaven Can Wait Clinic solely based on the hours of operation given to me).
In addition, the LVVHS coordinator instructed me to text them Saturday or Sunday to help schedule a pick up for a trap, in order to catch the two adult cats, while also informing me that I was at the top of the foster list. I already made them aware of my plans, and they knew the kittens were only 6 weeks old and could not be separated from their mother. However, they directed a foster to contact me if they could come by my house to assess the kittens and see if they can take them the very same evening. So, although they made no effort to contact me over an update about the adult cats being caught, they instead vehemently wanted to separate the kittens from their mother at the age of six weeks?
I can understand that this is a small business, but clearly the Las Vegas Valley Humane Society throws out professionalism when it comes to TNR matters. The miscommunication, dismissal of my questions and concerns, and rather vague responses assuming I am aware of certain operations and addresses is quite infuriating, especially when not listed on their website. I just wanted to help control the cat population, but because of unprofessional organizations such as these, I am still left with unneutered and unspayed adult cats.
I am aware that there are several resources to help feral cats, but after contacting several organizations, I was met with more issues than solutions. For instance, the Heaven Can Wait Clinic only accepts feral cats in humane traps, which costs $125 to borrow, and as a mere college student, I can barely afford to borrow a trap and cover the cost of the operation itself. Furthermore, this clinic is only open in the mornings from Monday to Thursday, which can be quite limiting. This matter was extremely infuriating and overwhelming for not only me, but also the cats who had to wait for hours to be picked up, and never were.
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2024.05.17 00:16 Daemonback Out of my control

I be going through it rn
I had a bad thing happen in high school where I essentially got kicked out at the end with a month or two left because the cops gave me a choice of going to the hospital or going to jail. They had no proof I did anything or said anything it all came up from me acting weird and being severely sleep deprived. People tip lines me because I was skipping class and acting overly social. They didn’t call my parents til around 4 hr of keeping me in an office and my parents accepted this ultimatum. People made agregous rumors now I’m like folklore to high schools in the area. I had no ability to to prove to everyone these are not true and I try to not get involved in society that much. Now like 2 years post graduation I’m getting random kids I’ve never met adding me to group chats to make fun of me sending me videos and pictures of myself out of the blue. I feel like I’m going insane because it’s happening all over again and I can’t do anything about it. I just want to be left alone. I’m not a bad person but people think I am insane from the rumors. Heck the hospital the cops recommended denied me saying I was too mentally stable so I went to another one that gladly accepted my parents money.
Should I take legal action because I have screenshots of the chats and not these people but others have took to social media to slander my name. I feel paranoid all the time outside my house because I can’t move to another state due to my parents wanting me to stay close in fear I might have something bad happen to me.
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2024.05.17 00:14 KaleidoscopeOne6253 Help me examine my conscience for confession re yelling and anger

Every time I get in an argument where I raise my voice or yell with my mother or my sister, I feel like I need to go to confession.
Yesterday, I screamed at my sister, called her a brat, and berated her. The yelling was loud and violent. Not violent in the sense that it was physical, but I know that yelling in a certain way is the same effect as violence.
I have a sincere desire to acknowledge my sins and to repent.
Here's where I get tripped up. My sister came to visit for a few days. She is moody and has ways of indirectly dealing with it by taking out her feelings of upset on me. She was doing dishes in an angry way and stacking them on the rack such that it was inevitable that something was going to fall and break. My mom quickly called me over to dry the dishes. I was confused because she normally does not do that, but after a minute I realized that it was because my sister was concocting a situation so that she had an excuse to get angry, namely a broken dish. I told her to stop stacking the dishes until I could clear some of them from the precarious pile. She snapped at me. I snapped back and it went from zero to 100 in all of two seconds. I screamed at her and told her she was acting like a brat. She fled to her room, realizing that she had gotten caught and wasn't going to get to blame someone else this time.
In my family, I have always taken the blame for this kind of thing. It used to be my dad when I was a kid. My dad was an addict and would always be angry. He would create a situation so that he could get upset and take it out on someone. I was frequently that person. And my mom and other family members let it happen so that I can absorb the shock rather than have any blame go to the person who is perpetuating it, in the past my dad and, yesterday, my sister.
I hate getting angry and yelling because I was the victim of verbal abuse and I know the harm it does. I know it is a sin. I ask myself how I can patiently suffer a wrong because that seems like the Christian answer. But, my sister has abusive tendencies. She will push and prod and poke underhandedly at me for days and days. And no one calls her on it because my family does not have common sense responses to bad behavior. Abusive behavior is met with denial and coddling. I feel like she needed to be yelled at to get the idea that "no," you cannot act like a brat to me incessantly and not expect to get told to f*** off.
I vacillate between the feeling that my sister was truly asking for it and knowing that anger is a sin. Every time I yell at her, I know that I need to make a confession over what I did. But I ask myself, if I were to truly repent and resolve not to do it again, what would that look like? Some kind of response was justified, and I felt like it had to have a violent quality. My sister is the kind of person that will f*** with you and f*** with you until you make it clear, using violence (not physical, but I consider a certain kind of screaming to be violent), that it has to stop.
It seems like confronting a bully.
I just try to confess factually what happened, acknowledging the violent quality of my actions, and also looking at how I have hurt and resentment that motivated them. But I do feel some justification on the inside, which also weighs on my conscience.
TL;DR: I'm trying to examine my conscience and confess my sins. My sister is a bully. I finally screamed at her to stop being a brat in a violent way. I feel the need to confess because anger and violence are sins, but I feel justified in rebuking her bullying me.
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2024.05.17 00:13 Inside_Definition758 Edits needed badly so it sounds less robotic and makes more sense!

So I wrote my own horror story in my own language problem is I translated it to English and it’s an incoherent mess here it is In the dimly lit tunnels of the underground bunker, the sound of muffled moans echoed off the cold concrete walls. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood, and a sense of dread hung heavy in the air. In one of the dark corners of the bunker, a group of men gathered around a twisted figure, bound and gagged on the floor. His eyes were wide with fear, and his body trembled with each sickening blow that was inflicted upon him. "Please, stop," he begged, tears streaming down his face. But the men surrounding him only laughed, their eyes wild with lust and cruelty. One of them stepped forward, his cock already hard and dripping with pre-cum. He grabbed the man's head and forced it down onto his shaft, thrusting deep into his throat. The man gagged and choked, but the man didn't care. He just kept fucking his face, relishing in the feeling of power and control. As the man was subjected to this brutal assault, the other men began to undress, exposing their hard cocks and eager balls. They took turns violating the man's body, shoving their cocks into every hole and orifice they could find. They spit and piss on him, degrading him in every way possible. But it didn't stop there. The men became more and more sadistic, mutilating the man's body in unimaginable ways. They cut and tore at his flesh, leaving deep, bloody wounds that would never heal. They shoved objects inside him, ripping and tearing at his insides. They burned and electrocuted him, leaving him in a state of constant agony. As the man lay there, broken and battered, the men stood over him, their cocks still hard and ready for more. They laughed and jeered, reveling in the sickening display of depravity they had just created. But the man's spirit was not broken. Despite the pain and suffering, he still fought, still struggled to survive. And as the men continued to violate him, he knew that he would never give up. He would never let them win. And so, the gruesome scene continued, the man's body reduced to a mere plaything for the sick and twisted minds of the men around him. But through it all, he held on, determined to survive, no matter what horrors he had to endure. In the end, the man was left a shell of his former self, his body mutilated and broken beyond repair. But even in his darkest moments, he held on to the hope that one day, he would be free from the sick and twisted world he was forced to live in. And as the men left him, lying in a pool of his own blood and filth, he knew that he would never forget the horrors he had endured. But he also knew that he would never give up, no matter what. Sahar was a fighter, and he would always be a fighter. Even in the darkest corners of the flesh garden, Sahar would never lose hope.
Sahar lay there, his body a mangled mess of cuts, bruises, and burns. He was barely conscious, but he could still hear the sickening sounds of his captors laughing and jeering as they violated his broken body. But then, something changed. The men around him suddenly fell silent, and Sahar could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. He tried to open his eyes, but they were too swollen and crusted with blood to see anything. But then, a voice spoke. It was deep and rough, with a hint of a foreign accent. "Enough," the voice said. "These men have suffered enough. It is time for them to be free." Sahar felt a hand on his shoulder, gently lifting him up. He groaned in pain, but the hand didn't let go. It guided him through the darkness, towards the sound of the voice. As they emerged from the shadows, Sahar could see a group of men standing before him. They were all battered and bruised, just like him, but they had a look of determination in their eyes. "We are the rebels," the leader of the group said. "And we are here to save you." Sahar couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had given up hope, but now, it seemed like there was a chance for him to escape this nightmare. The rebels quickly went to work, freeing Sahar and the other men from their bonds. They tended to their wounds, doing their best to ease their pain. But then, something unexpected happened. One of the rebels, a man named Kaden, approached one of the captor's bodies. He was still aroused, and he couldn't resist the temptation of the corpse. He began to violate the body, fucking it with a savage intensity. The other rebels watched in disgust, but Kaden didn't care. He was consumed by his lust, and he wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. Sahar and the other rebels were repulsed by Kaden's actions, but they knew that they had to focus on their escape. They gathered their weapons and supplies, and prepared to make their way to the surface. As they emerged from the bunker, they were met with a world that was unrecognizable. The streets were filled with the sounds of gunfire and explosions, and the air was thick with smoke and the smell of death. But despite the chaos, the rebels pressed on. They fought their way through the streets, taking out any enemies that stood in their way. And in the end, they emerged victorious. They had escaped the bunker, and they had taken their revenge on their captors. But as they stood there, looking out at the ruined world around them, they knew that their fight was far from over. They would have to survive in this new, brutal world, and they would have to do whatever it took to stay alive. And so, they marched on, determined to make it in this new, fucked up world. They were the rebels, and they would never give up.
Sahar and the rebels had been on the run for weeks, desperate to find a safe haven in the post-apocalyptic wasteland. They had heard rumors of an abandoned research facility, one that was said to be producing something called "flesh gardens." Despite the warnings of other survivors, the rebels decided to investigate the facility. They were desperate for supplies, and they were willing to take the risk. As they approached the facility, they could hear the sound of strange, otherworldly creatures. They were unlike anything they had ever seen before, their bodies twisted and fused with plant matter. The rebels fought bravely, but they were no match for the creatures. They were torn apart, their bodies mutilated and violated in unspeakable ways. Sahar was captured by the creatures, and taken deep into the heart of the facility. There, he was subjected to horrific experiments, his body slowly transformed into a grotesque fusion of plant and flesh. The creatures took pleasure in torturing Sahar, violating him in every way imaginable. They cut and mutilated his genitals, leaving him in a state of constant agony. As the days passed, Sahar's body became more and more monstrous. He was no longer human, but a twisted hybrid of plant and flesh. Tentacles sprouted from his body, writhing and pulsing with a life of their own. The rebels eventually managed to escape the facility, but they left Sahar behind. They couldn't bear to watch as he was subjected to further torture and mutilation. Sahar was left to die, alone and in agony. His body was a twisted, monstrous abomination, a testament to the horrors that had been inflicted upon him.
The plant-men wasted no time in subjecting Sahar to their sick and twisted desires. They bound him with vines and roots, immobilizing him as they went to work on his body. With sharp thorns and saw-like leaves, they sliced and diced at his flesh, carving intricate patterns into his skin. They ripped and tore at his genitals, leaving him in a state of constant agony. They whipped him with vines, leaving deep welts and bruises on his skin. They electrocuted him with electric eels, sending jolts of pain coursing through his body. But the worst was yet to come. They inserted tentacles into every orifice of his body, violating him in the most unspeakable ways. They fucked him with their tentacles, leaving him raw and bleeding. As the days passed, Sahar's body became more and more monstrous. The mutated plants fused with his flesh, creating a grotesque hybrid of man and plant. His genitals were mutilated beyond recognition, his body a twisted mass of tentacles and plant matter. The rebels, meanwhile, had become obsessed with finding Sahar. They had heard rumors of his capture, and they couldn't rest until they had rescued him. They searched the wasteland for weeks, following every lead and clue. They fought off bandits and raiders, determined to reach their goal. Finally, they located Sahar's whereabouts. But they found themselves confronted by an army of flesh-plant hybrids, guarding his chamber. A brutal battle ensued as both sides fought for control over Sahar's body. The rebels used every weapon and tactic at their disposal, but the flesh-plant hybrids were relentless. In the end, the rebels emerged victorious. But they were horrified by what they saw. Sahar's body was a twisted and mutilated mess, his genitals barely recognizable. But it was too late. Sahar's body had become an incubator for countless more mutated creatures. They were waiting to be born into this twisted new world order, ruled by unnatural desires fueled by sexual violence against humans turned into living organ farms.
The content is accurate but I want to fix my grammar so it sounds good.
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2024.05.17 00:13 MoogicDoctor Importance of Changing Documents?

I personally don't have dysphoria about my gender markers on my license and birth certificate being F but what are the ramifications of keeping them as such?
I don't think I mind little confrontations like a bar thinking my id is fake cause it says F, but what happens with larger stuff like when I travel, study abroad, or other things I'm not even thinking about?
I'm turned off by changing legal documents cause honestly it seems like a lot of work. I spent 3 years doing phone calls and appointments for top surgery and I hated it. If I changed it to M it would feel like putting in a lot of work in to abide by a system I don't believe in. As much as I love the X I feel like... interesting situations would follow.
Should I put in the work towards an M to socially make my life easier? How long would that take? Is the F not logistically that big of a deal? Should I fear for my safety? I've lived in very liberal places and might be feeling too casual about something that could be dangerous.
I'm transmasc. Have always presented masculinly. Have been on T for a while and plan to be on it for a while, and have had top surgery. I'm not short, I'm not tall. I don't really like to concern myself with "passing" but I do think people just think I'm a guy. Also I don't need to change my name.
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2024.05.17 00:12 parayko_ GIRL BE SO REAL

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2024.05.17 00:12 Positive-Mark8916 How will it look... Left job without 2 weeks

TLDR: I left a job I worked at for a week... without giving a two week notice.
In 2021, after leaving the Army, I enrolled as a full-time university student and applied to work security at a local casino to help subsidize my GI bill and expenses.
I was hired after interviews where they promised to accommodate my school schedule and upcoming vacation. However, just a week into training, it became evident that the management was disorganized, and there was little coordination between HR and security. They then refused to make accommodations for my schooling.
As my pre-approved vacation began—I was already out of state—they called, demanding to know my whereabouts and why I wasn't at work. They insisted they had not agreed to my vacation, even though my name wasn't on the schedule. I informed them that upon my return, I would be resigning immediately, without completing my two weeks' notice.
I graduated this spring and plan on applying to different departments. I know casinos work closely with LE so just curious how best to disclose this in the future BI.
Thank you.
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2024.05.17 00:12 nekomeiko Need Advice- Male Doctor at Urgent Care popped a cyst on my labia without my consent, even after asking him to stop

Hi Ladies, I need advice. I'm planning on leaving a review and reporting him to the Texas Medical Board but I feel like I'm going crazy and don't feel justified in reporting. I'd like to hear what y'all think (TLDR at bottom)
2 days ago I noticed what looked like a boil or cyst on my right labia. Yesterday this boil started to grow and become very irritated making it hard to sit down and hurt to walk around. I checked google and started putting a warm compress on it throughout the day to get it to drain naturally but knew I would probably need to get antibiotics to keep from infection. The boil (now know it was a cyst) was about 1cm big, pea-edamame sized and looked like it was possibly infected, hence the urgent care trip, and very red and inflamed. Wanted to be safe rather than sorry and decided it was better to go get antibiotics and start them that night just in case it started draining. It was pretty late at night and there was only 1 urgent care open, which was not the urgent care I typically went to.
Get to the urgent care, fill out the papers. Receptionist sees my paperwork and lets me know they only have a male doctor, and if that would be ok. Male doctors doing my exams in sensitive areas wasn't my favorite thing. Had some good experiences, had some bad. I said it was fine, since I assumed he was just going to examine if it looked infected and maybe prescribe some antibiotics. Wait for a bit in the waiting room then the nurse pulls me back for vitals. She was extremely sweet, talked about her bartholin's cyst and how it sounded like that could possibly be my problem. She told me to get undressed from the waist down, gave me a cover up, and she let me know she would be in the room with me while the doctor took a look.
Doctor comes into the room. It was an older man in his 70's or 80's. He did not introduce himself, he did not ask me what I was in for. I said hello, tried to start talking about my problem and he interrupts me with just a "show me it.". Rude and weird as we haven't even had a conversation yet but whatever, it's late at night.
I get on my back, there were no sternups or anything so I kind of awkwardly had my legs frog style. He immediately began touching the area- which was very red and tender and painful without a single word. Not a huge fan of that. My gyno's and dr's have always told me what they were about to do, especially when touching in or around my vagina. I asked him to tell me if it looked infected, if I could just let it drain and if I would need antibiotics (been super anxious about sepsis recently which was the biggest factor for coming in). He mentions that it looked like it may have started draining and then asked the nurse to grab him a paper towel.
Suddenly I felt a huge stinging pain on the area where the cyst was. Enough to make me yelp in pain and scoot back from him. He was popping my cyst. Popping it! No lancing, no gentle squeezing, no pain relief, NOTHING! He hadn't even wiped the area before popping a cyst, possibly making it more infected if it wasn't already. After the first wave of pain, nearly passing out he kept squeezing very hard I said "that hurts really bad can you stop?" and he did not stop. He squeezed again, and I yelped again and said "I'm serious I haven't had any ibuprofen or anything this hurts so bad please stop". Still no words spoken to me at this point. I was pissed, and in a lot of pain. I had wanted it to drain naturally because I didn't want to risk any extra scarring even with a cut or lance, but I will get even worse scarring from this doctor popping it! He took the paper towel and kept wiping and I winced in pain and told him to seriously stop touching it. He finally backed off, and waddled over to his clipboard all without saying a single word to me. The female nurse was in the room, silent this entire time- mind you.
He finally spoke up to ask me how much I weighed and if I was allergic to any medications because now that it's ruptured I needed to be on antibiotics immediately so I don't get infected. I couldn't believe what had just happened. He had not asked me if I wanted it "drained" if you could even call it that. He had not talked to me about what he was going to do. And if he had listened to me as he waddled over, he would have heard me say that I've been doing warm compresses to get it to drain naturally. I had to ask the female nurse for a panty liner so that I wasn't (TMI) leaking puss and blood all over my panties while I waited 45 minutes at a CVS to start my antibiotics. He left the room, without sharing any aftercare, without asking me if I had any questions. Nothing, just left. I just have this big gaping wound on my labia that I guess I'm just trying to keep clean and not pee on?
I have gotten cysts drained before at doctors offices, by the way. Cysts on my vaginal opening and urethral opening have been drained at gyno appointments. They are supposed to give you some kind of local numbing and it is done on request with either a lance or a cut. They certainly didn't squeeze-pop them without consent and they were explaining everything they were doing, before doing it. And the most important thing was when the pain was bad and I said "break" or "stop" and they would stop.
I left the clinic feeling violated. I'm upset that this cyst is going to scar more because he ruptured it without a care in the world. I had not asked him to drain my cyst on any kind of paperwork. I am upset he had not asked for any kind of consent before doing it. I was not there on request of a cyst draining. I had requested an exam to check for infection and to possibly get antibiotics.
I will be following up with my primary care physician, just to check for damage and proper aftercare instructions. I am planning on leaving a review on the clinics google page, which I found also had a few 1 star reviews about "the older gentleman" that took care of them. I want to also report to the medical board, but I have no strong evidence against him. I am a SA victim, and I'm already very uncomfortable with people touching me in that area. And I feel like he scarred me without my consent.
Any and all advice or support is greatly needed right now <3
TLDR: Went to doctor for centimeter sized cyst on labia to examine if it was infected and to get antibiotics. Male doctor refused to speak to me, and squeeze-popped my cyst without talking to me, without consent, without pain relief and refused to stop squeezing after I had asked him to stop, twice. My risk of infection is higher, and the area is going to scar. Left me no aftercare instructions. Gave me antibiotic prescription. This was a *non-emergency* urgent care trip.
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2024.05.17 00:11 Peacock-Shah-III The Farmer-Labor Presidential Primaries of 1952 Peacock-Shah Alternate Elections

The Farmer-Labor Presidential Primaries of 1952 Peacock-Shah Alternate Elections
Seeking a third term to finish his construction of a new dawn for the republic once and for all, incumbent President Philip La Follette has rallied his supporters within the party to almost guarantee his renomination after four years of intraparty purges of his detractors following his narrow triumph over John L. Lewis in 1948. Yet, inspired by former Vice President Lena Morrow Lewis’s deathbed plea to “save our party’s democratic soul,” burgeoning efforts from within statewide opposition groups have sought to mount opposition from within the presidential nominating process as a means of reconquering state parties.
Presidential portrait of Philip F. La Follette.
Philip F. La Follette: The heir to one of the nation’s great political dynasties, Philip Fox La Follette would emerge from the Great War and Revolution as a war hero, a reputation that, with his last name, would carry the once outspokenly anti-war young man to the Governor’s office, Lindbergh’s Supreme Court, and finally the upper echelons of the Army, where his ability to avoid taking positions on controversial issues would win him the Farmer-Labor nomination for the presidency in 1944–and finally the White House itself. Alienating much of his constituency from the outset with his determination to prosecute the war effort to its fullest, La Follette would respond to the battlefield use of two atomic weapons by Japan with a series of nuclear strikes upon the Japanese mainland that would claim final victory for the United States at the cost of the lives of over two million Japanese civilians. Appointing General Douglas MacArthur, hardly a Farmer-Laborite, as Secretary of State, La Follette has pursued the rebuilding and rearmament of a ring of anti-communist nations in Asia while pledging to avoid any future war.
Declaring that, with the age of war having closed, the republic must “win the peace,” La Follette allied himself with much of Charles Lindbergh’s base of support, saluting alongside the fascists of Alabama as he presided over the sharpest GDP growth in American history and buoyed it with executive orders to nationalize the healthcare industry while engaging in the mass sterilization of Americans and constructing an interstate highway system and hydroelectric power grid without congressional approval. With an investigation into the disappearance of Smedley Butler yielding evidence of an assassination organized under former President Lindbergh and a litany of arrests of leading anti-La Follette figures stuning the nation, the opposition would unite in an unprecedented impeachment effort.
Now, months after having saved his presidency from the first impeachment in American history, 55 year old incumbent President Philip F. La Follette has sought a new mandate for his call to “win the peace” in a quest for a third term; further, the President has taken his first major post-impeachment use of executive power to reorganize the cabinet into umbrella departments of Peace, Production, and Prosperity. Pointing to the successful slaying of the dragon of inflation and the first space launches in human history, Phil has sought the passage of a constitutional amendment reducing the legislative power to that of a veto and expanding that of the presidency while instituting a nationwide referendum system. Although practically guaranteed renomination after his purging of opponents from national power within Farmer-Labor following his narrow 1948 triumph over John L. Lewis, La Follette’s re-envisioning of Farmer-Labor has nonetheless continued to fuel a dogged but disorganized opposition movement despite the winning over of former opponents such as Washington’s Scoop Jackson, who nearly mounted a bid against La Follette himself.
Conservative former President Alf Landon, socialist Representative Norman Thomas, and the widow of Franklin Roosevelt, Anna Eleanor, campaigning in New York.
Nationwide Opposition Candidates:
With efforts to discourage any opposition campaigns in full swing, only one major figure has stepped forth to win ballot access in most states continuing to hold primaries, although many states have seen independent organizing efforts in tandem with the shared ultimate goal of the demise of fascism.
Alf Landon: 65 year old former President Alf Landon has his cross to bear. Refusing to endorse against Charles Lindbergh after withdrawing from the party’s 1936 primaries, Landon’s inaction as his 1932 campaign manager Rush Holt put Lindbergh over the line would see the Lone Eagle’s flight path on a course to the White House, from where he would crush the remaining loyal Landonites in the midterm elections of 1938. Landon emerged triumphant in 1928 by pitching his moderation as a formula for long term Farmer-Labor dominance of government, only to see the party implode under his watch. Losing the popular vote only to win a contingent election via the machinations of Clarence Dill, Landon's presidency proved eventful, most notable, perhaps for its domestic inaction. While concentrating his focus upon the Molotov-Lundeen Pact establishing friendly diplomatic relations with the Soviet government in Russia, a policy Landon championed as the catalyst for the wide scale withdrawal of foreign forces from American soil, Landon would cut economic aid across the board and refuse to bail out banks & big business in the face of record unemployment rates following the worldwide depression brought on by the collapse of the Japanese economic bubble, while focusing on driving up interest rates to control inflation.
Pitted against a hostile Congress led by Clarence Dill, the man whose legislative acumen carried him to the White House and who now stands as La Follette’s loyal Secretary of Peace, Landon found much of his party arrayed against him in the face of a veto of the Thomas Bill nationalizing natural gas distribution & the telephone industry despite prior promises from Landon to support both proposals. With the complete breakdown of legislative-executive relations, Dill forced through the Recovery Act of 1931, the largest omnibus bill in American history, enacting vast economic reforms over the disgruntlement of Landon. Winning the primaries of 1932 in a landslide, only to lose at the convention in the face of the backroom dealings of Clarence Dill, Landon would fail in a 1936 comeback attempt that would inadvertently pave the way to fascism.
In partisan exile, Landon would unsuccessfully organize against President Lindbergh, only to watch his followers be resoundingly defeated in the midterm elections of 1938; finding himself at the upper echelons of power anew as an unofficial negotiator with the United Kingdom under President Luce, Landon would organize political comeback in 1945 by winning election to the United States Senate after the death of George Norris. Working from there on policy issues such as advocacy of the Parliament of Nations and support for presidential programs such as the Interstate Highway system, Landon and his remaining caucus of conservatives have been at the fore of anti-La Follette intraparty organizing from the campaign of John L. Lewis to the movement for impeachment. Throwing his hat into the ring once more, Landon has used his stature to argue that only his brand of moderation can resurrect the Farmer-Labor of old as a viable party independent of the control of the fascists brought to power by his own neglect.
Commodore Robert A. Heinlein photographed shortly before his role in the Attack on Pearl Harbor. Heinlein has mounted a presidential bid separate entirely from other opposition efforts.
Robert A. Heinlein: Launched to international fame as the senior naval officer during the American attack on Pearl Harbor, 45-year-old former Commodore Robert A. Heinlein has used the events of December 7th, 1941 as a springboard for a lucrative career as a science fiction author. Emphasizing scientific accuracy in novels with titles such as Red Planet and Rocket Ship Galileo, Heinlein would step from the military and literary arenas to the political at the urging of his publisher James Laughlin and associate Ezra Pound, the poet and former New York Governor who has attempted to revive the American social credit movement. In turn, with Laughlin, Pound, and office holders such as Senators Hans Wight and John Horne Blackmore and Representative Solon Earl Low in tow, Heinlein has capitalized on his war hero stature to campaign for the presidency entirely unrelated to those of every other candidate campaigning against La Follette and instead intended to revitalite the American social credit movement.
Falling curiously between the social credit wing of Farmer-Labor and radicals of the Liberty League, Heinlein has described himself as a libertarian while supporting a social credit monetary system balancing a nationalized monetary supply with a requirement of a 100% reserve on money lending as described in his seminal novel For Us, The Living; further, he has coupled his experience in the Navy with his science fiction work to argue that he is uniquely able to continue President La Follette’s attempts to reach for the stars through a space program and argued for a currency backed by the very goods owned by the government itself. A firm believer in the concept of a national draft and a militarist at heart, Heinlein has resurrected positions such as support for the repeal of the Jesus Amendment, the concomitant secularization of the United States government, and support for a constitutional amendment requiring a national referendum prior to any declaration of war resulting in the drafting of supporters.
A comic book promoting Sid McMath for office.
Regional Opposition Candidates:
Note: If voting for the regional opposition, please leave a comment indicating to whom you wish your support to be counted.
With opposition Farmer-Labor organizations persisting around the nation and fighting to recapture control of their state parties, anti-La Follette factions across the nation have rallied around regional candidates in states permitting competitive primaries in an attempt to rise the tide of the down ballot opposition. Thus, all of the following candidates are only on the ballots of one or several states.
John Haynes Holmes: 73 year old Unitarian minister John Haynes Holmes served as a leading advisor to William Jennings Bryan, guiding the post-revolutionary nation through the unsteady waters of foreign occupation as he used the White House pulpit to preach his gospel of pacifist socialism. Playing a key role in the pardons of former revolutionaries, Holmes would serve in Alf Landon’s inaugural diplomatic delegation to Bolshevik Russia before reluctantly supporting Charles Lindbergh for his opposition to war with Japan. Nonetheless, a consistent opponent of fascism from his days as a seminary student denouncing young Governor Milford W. Howard’s new order in Alabama, Holmes has been a consistent bulwark in the struggle against the party’s fascist wing, renouncing President La Follette once it became clear that he would not end the Third Pacific War and using the word impeachment as early as the atomic bombings of 1945, which Holmes has denounced as a violation of the Jesus Amendment. Running on restoring the party’s former core of Christian socialism, Holmes has been put forth across New England as the flag bearer of the opposition, with a fundraising team led by widow Anna Eleanor Roosevelt, a distant cousin of the former President.
Sid McMath: Hoisting the banner of opposition across the Deep South and Southwest is 40 year old Arkansas Senator Sid McMath. Primarying longtime incumbent Farmer-Laborite Garrett Whiteside in 1948 only to face off against the organization of Progressive strategist Osro Cobb, known as the “wizard of Arkansas” for his success in what was once the nation’s most Farmer-Laborite state, McMath would win an upset victory running on his record as a war hero and ties to Smedley Butler and Evans Fordyce Carlson. Horrified at revelations of the murder of Butler by the Lindbergh Administration, McMath would vote for the removal of Philip La Follette after a midnight visit from his former commanding officer in the Marine Corps David Shoup, transforming himself from an enigma to a pariah overnight as fascists across the nation have descended upon Arkansas to challenge him in 1954, with La Follette forces already organizing behind challenger Orval Faubus in a move that has placed McMath in an unexpected alliance with former rival Osro Cobb.
An interview with Governor Frank Zeidler.
Jimmy Hoffa: 39 year old labor leader Jimmy Hoffa inherited the mantle of leadership of the Congress of Industrial Organizations from longtime President John L. Lewis after the arrest of Lewis and his deputy Tony Boyle. A moderate with sympathies to both the party’s right and left seen as balancing with fellow CIO leader Walter Reuther’s socialism, Hoffa has put the interests of labor above all from his days leading the Teamsters Union. A fiery speaker who many credit with saving the CIO from collapse after the arrest of its leonine leader, Hoffa’s name is only on three ballots, but he has emerged as the choice of handfuls of CIO-affiliated delegates across the nation as a protest vote against the continued nationalization of the General Trades Union.
Jerry Voorhis: The Senate’s sole member from the Single Tax Party, California’s Jerry Voorhis has nonetheless served as the lightning rod around which disparate California anti-La Follette Farmer-Laborites have organized owing to the state ordinances permitting political crossfiling. Having described “the Kingdom of God” as being a world “all producing wealth is owned publicly” in his Claremont University thesis, Voorhis would oppose President Lindbergh from the beginning as a Farmer-Labor socialist before joining the Single Tax Party in 1946, reviving it in the state of California in an attempt to find a new vehicle for his politics. Seen as a contender for the presidency regardless of party affiliation, Voorhis’s draft movement among California oppositionists has been heralded as the first step of the left wing knight’s hypothetical return to a rebuilt Farmer-Labor Party. Among his surprising supporters has been former Lindbergh-La Follette stalwart Reverend Robert P. Shuler, who has praised Voorhis for crossing ideological and party lines to defend his right to free speech in moralistic attacks on Henry Luce’s romantic life.
Frank P. Zeidler: 40 year old Wisconsin Governor Frank P. Zeidler has stood as a socialist in the heart of La Follette country, successfully resisting primary challenges to maintain his grasp on the office amidst a tenuous alliance with Joseph McCarthy. Entering politics following the death of his rising star brother Carl, Frank has accepted the ballot line of the opposition in several Midwestern states following the death of former Senator Herbert S. Bigelow, once anticipated as a socialist challenger himself. A socialist to the core, Zeidler supporters point to his history of fiscal success and balanced budgets as evidence of his acumen in economic management and ability to control inflation as a possible future chief executive.
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2024.05.17 00:11 Ikarisisnotonfire Missing Amazon Package’s

Missing Amazon Package’s
Hi, someone’s Amazon got delivered to my address. If your name is Kyle, l'm not gonna theft it, stealing packages is wrong and rude. I’ll be holding it for ya.
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2024.05.17 00:10 NotSteve1075 Confusing Shorthands

If you ever take a really DEEP DIVE into all the shorthand systems that are out there, like I've done, you can easily find your head starts to spin with the confusing overlapping of names and titles.
There are MANY that call themselves "new" or "modern" -- and when "New Modern Shorthand" is from 1911, you realize how RELATIVE those words can be!
"Universal" is another commonly used title -- the author's wishful thinking, no doubt! But very different "Universal" systems have been written by SIX different authors: Byrom, Taylor, Strayer, Musick, Barrett, and Woodhouse.
Because of this overlapping, I have often tried to identify a given shorthand system by always using the AUTHOR'S NAME. But that has complications, too. Andrew GRAHAM and William GRAHAM both wrote very different systems, as did Oliver McEWAN and Dwight McEWAN. And Edward CHARTIER's name is on a number of different but similar versions of a system he seemed to be revising and tweaking, over the years.
And then, of course, we have authors like Rosco Lorenzo EAMES and William Henry BARLOW, who wrote very different systems at different times -- which were sometimes extensive revisions, but were often completely different systems.
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2024.05.17 00:10 Horrible_Account Geetanjali Malli Vachindi is one of the most low-effort movies I have ever seen.

It seems they went to shoot after the first draft was prepared. The "comedy" was absolute bare minimum, typical name calling and insults that were popular during early 2000s. Movie had multiple songs and none of them were situational. Movie had multiple subplots and none of them were resolved.
Anjali barely had 30 minutes screentime. She owns a coffee shop that is at loss in the first scene and we never hear about it. Her boyfriend gets killed and we never see anything about his death at all. WTF? The whole hyped "Sangeeth Mahal" horror plot had no relevance and contributed absolutely nothing to the plot. Takes a special talent to waste Ravi Shankar like that.
In the end it ends up being a regular revenge drama with terrible actions set pieces and jump scares. Kona Venkat's decline has been shocking. This movie is as bad as Nishabdam. All comedians wasted and absolutely no logic with the whole "method acting" nonsense. The ghost Anjali conveniently kills everyone but just struggles in the end against the villain 🙃. Totally disappointed and a terrible sequel.
I want Anjali to give a comeback in TFI but movies like Dictator, Chitrangada, Nishabdam, and this makes me think she is sabotaging her career her. Game Changer is the only hope since GOG looks like a gone case too.
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2024.05.17 00:09 Inevitable-Height851 Heating my flat versus saving money

As some of you know, we in the UK are going through what's ostensibly called an 'energy crisis' (real name: 'late-capitalism-causes-transfer-of-earnings-of-hardworking-people-to-a-handful-of-shareholders'-pockets crisis).
My monthly energy bill has hovered around £140 a month over the winter, a figure that I hoped I'd be able to counterbalance with not having to put the heating on in the summer. But it turns out that in my new, groundfloor flat the indoor temperature still only hovers around 18 degrees even with the mini heatwave we had on the weekend.
And as anyone who lives in the UK uplands knows, the temperature will now remain around18-20 degrees for most of the summer (save the occasional heatwave), and the weather outside will be mostly grey and rainy.
So I'm torn: either put the heaters on again, enjoy 20-22 degrees temperature inside, and spend most of my spending money on my electricity bills - or put up with it being a few degrees cooler, and try to save money.
I HATE being cold while being ill though. I struggle to be mobile enough as it is without constantly running to hide under the bed covers.
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2024.05.17 00:09 SpeedDancer1725 Is it just me or does Oswald Cobblepot remind anybody of this guy?

Is it just me or does Oswald Cobblepot remind anybody of this guy?
Eric Sparrow! Yep, Oswald felt so much like Eric Sparrow that I felt tempted to call him Oswald Sparrow!
Former friend of the protagonist? Check.
Gets the protagonist into trouble? Check.
Has a species of a bird in their name (Penguin as Oswald's alter ego)? Check.
Deserved to (and actually does) get decked in the face?! Check!
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2024.05.17 00:08 shortstory1 My room mate is a baby

I have been living in a 2-bed apartment for a year and it was bliss to have an apartment all to myself. I have been dreading my landlord to get another tenant to live in the apartment. I have been able to afford the rent and at the same time just relishing having my own space. I have always been a loner who liked to spend time doing things on my own. I do have the odd friends and I do go to gatherings like weddings and funerals, but it's when the events are over that I feel the bliss and joy of being lonely.
Then my landlord told me that he had found someone to have the second bedroom and I was disappointed but I guess it was going to happen at some point. Then after many days of waiting my landlord came into the apartment and in his hand was a baby boy. It wasn’t his baby and I asked where the parents were as I assumed the second bedroom would be taken by a family. It is actually big enough to fit a married couple and a small baby.
The landlord said that there were no parents and that he was just going to put the baby in the second bedroom. I was not allowed to go in the room and I was just supposed to leave that room. The landlord placed the baby in the second bedroom and closed the door, and he then went on his way home. I was in a flat with a crying baby. It was unusual and the baby was crying and then the baby would be soothed by something and would start laughing.
I was really freaked out by this and on many nights the baby would be making baby noises all by himself. Then one night I heard a deep musky voice in the baby room but I listened to the landlord and kept to my own business. Then something was calling my name from the baby room and its deep voice woke me.
“Rob wake up, I want to give you 3 wishes,” the voice from the baby told me
I tried to go into the room but it was locked now and the voice in the room kept saying that it wanted to give me 3 wishes. Then the voice said “I can grant 3 wishes but I am not sure where those wishes would go. You will also have to pick 2 other people as well who you don’t mind the wishes to go to”
I had wondered why this thing wanted to answer my wishes and it simply told me that answering wishes was its main function in life. The thing in that room was being generous at first and gave away the first 3 wishes for free but they had to be small. This was to prove to me that it wasn’t lying to me.
So I included my mom to be part of this and my manager who I did not like. My first wish was for death, a teapot and a thousand pounds in cash. Death randomly went to my mother, I got a new teapot and my ass hole of a manager had won a thousand pounds which he bragged about at work.
My mother had died and the voice told me that he couldn’t control where the wishes went. The voice then told me “To increase the chances of good wishes going to you, you should do something called good karma collecting. Where you will voluntarily let people do bad things to you so that good karma shall come round to me. So be a pushover and too overly nice that people take advantage so that the good wishes have a higher chance of coming to you”.
So I did just that and I let people at work take advantage of me and I walked around in rough places where I was showing my expensive items so that someone could rob me. For a whole year, I let people just be horrible to me and I even went out with a woman who was a known serial cheater. I would still sometimes hear that baby either crying, laughing or just making baby noises.
Then the voice said “Are you ready to make 3 proper wishes that will choose themselves who they go to”
“yes,” I said confidently
“Have you chosen two more people to be a part of these wishes,” the voice asked me
“yes and I choose my horrid manager and my father” I replied
“the 3 wishes have to be different and one has to be good, one has to be bad and one has to be mediocre” the voice told me
After a moment of silence, I said “First wish for a billion pounds, the second wish for cancer and the third wish for a mini car!”
I then got a text from my dad telling me that a mini car appeared in his garage out of nowhere and on the news it was showing my manager winning a billion pounds on the lottery. I then started coughing blood and started feeling sick and I looked confused.
The voice then told me “Your landlord took his chances with the 3 wishes and he chose you as one of the people. One of his wishes was for bad fortune and that fell on you, which is why collecting good karma wouldn’t have worked for you”
I then fell to the ground and my landlord came in and he went into that room and picked up the baby. He then looked down at me with a smile and said “Now I can sell my flat without the worry of a tenant living here. Landlord and tenancy rules have made it harder for landlords to sell flats with tenants living inside them”
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2024.05.17 00:08 ProEliteF Help! There is something wrong with my script

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2024.05.17 00:08 shortstory1 My room mate is a baby?

I have been living in a 2-bed apartment for a year and it was bliss to have an apartment all to myself. I have been dreading my landlord to get another tenant to live in the apartment. I have been able to afford the rent and at the same time just relishing having my own space. I have always been a loner who liked to spend time doing things on my own. I do have the odd friends and I do go to gatherings like weddings and funerals, but it's when the events are over that I feel the bliss and joy of being lonely.
Then my landlord told me that he had found someone to have the second bedroom and I was disappointed but I guess it was going to happen at some point. Then after many days of waiting my landlord came into the apartment and in his hand was a baby boy. It wasn’t his baby and I asked where the parents were as I assumed the second bedroom would be taken by a family. It is actually big enough to fit a married couple and a small baby.
The landlord said that there were no parents and that he was just going to put the baby in the second bedroom. I was not allowed to go in the room and I was just supposed to leave that room. The landlord placed the baby in the second bedroom and closed the door, and he then went on his way home. I was in a flat with a crying baby. It was unusual and the baby was crying and then the baby would be soothed by something and would start laughing.
I was really freaked out by this and on many nights the baby would be making baby noises all by himself. Then one night I heard a deep musky voice in the baby room but I listened to the landlord and kept to my own business. Then something was calling my name from the baby room and its deep voice woke me.
“Rob wake up, I want to give you 3 wishes,” the voice from the baby told me
I tried to go into the room but it was locked now and the voice in the room kept saying that it wanted to give me 3 wishes. Then the voice said “I can grant 3 wishes but I am not sure where those wishes would go. You will also have to pick 2 other people as well who you don’t mind the wishes to go to”
I had wondered why this thing wanted to answer my wishes and it simply told me that answering wishes was its main function in life. The thing in that room was being generous at first and gave away the first 3 wishes for free but they had to be small. This was to prove to me that it wasn’t lying to me.
So I included my mom to be part of this and my manager who I did not like. My first wish was for death, a teapot and a thousand pounds in cash. Death randomly went to my mother, I got a new teapot and my ass hole of a manager had won a thousand pounds which he bragged about at work.
My mother had died and the voice told me that he couldn’t control where the wishes went. The voice then told me “To increase the chances of good wishes going to you, you should do something called good karma collecting. Where you will voluntarily let people do bad things to you so that good karma shall come round to me. So be a pushover and too overly nice that people take advantage so that the good wishes have a higher chance of coming to you”.
So I did just that and I let people at work take advantage of me and I walked around in rough places where I was showing my expensive items so that someone could rob me. For a whole year, I let people just be horrible to me and I even went out with a woman who was a known serial cheater. I would still sometimes hear that baby either crying, laughing or just making baby noises.
Then the voice said “Are you ready to make 3 proper wishes that will choose themselves who they go to”
“yes,” I said confidently
“Have you chosen two more people to be a part of these wishes,” the voice asked me
“yes and I choose my horrid manager and my father” I replied
“the 3 wishes have to be different and one has to be good, one has to be bad and one has to be mediocre” the voice told me
After a moment of silence, I said “First wish for a billion pounds, the second wish for cancer and the third wish for a mini car!”
I then got a text from my dad telling me that a mini car appeared in his garage out of nowhere and on the news it was showing my manager winning a billion pounds on the lottery. I then started coughing blood and started feeling sick and I looked confused.
The voice then told me “Your landlord took his chances with the 3 wishes and he chose you as one of the people. One of his wishes was for bad fortune and that fell on you, which is why collecting good karma wouldn’t have worked for you”
I then fell to the ground and my landlord came in and he went into that room and picked up the baby. He then looked down at me with a smile and said “Now I can sell my flat without the worry of a tenant living here. Landlord and tenancy rules have made it harder for landlords to sell flats with tenants living inside them”
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2024.05.17 00:07 queens1021 Awful toxic marriage

Stuck and need to let it out
Before i start i know i am very stupid for the choices i made. I (26f) got married to my husband (30m) when i was 21 we met from mutual friends and i fell in love with him and it was a feeling ill never forget. He was an amazing guy until he wasn’t he was always very charming and people instantly liked him when meeting him. There is more details but i am going to try to sum it up. I worked a little after marriage than covid hit and i got pregnant with my first born. He took care of me financially always and assured me i dont need to work anyways. I was with him when he was struggling i never complained as a newly wed who barley got to spend time with her husband because i understood i never asked him to take me out or anything i stood by him and now hes very successful (ill get back to why i mentioned that later) my pregnancy was very stressful in my 7th month he hit me and i had bruises on my neck and face i dont even remember what the fight was about after giving birth i struggled alot i was 22 years old i kept finding porn and videos being sent between friends which i have seen before but it started to make me feel bad about myself which i have always been confident before him i told him it bothered me and it never stopped so now im 23 and insecure and i alter my body and do a procedure thinking that will fix things (as i said i know im stupid) he strangled me 2 months after giving birth to the point that i passed out and woke up he almost killed me i never told anyone. He kept saying hes changing and well work things out so i forgave him. My family dosent believe in divorce and as much support i have from them i don’t want to disappoint them. We did good for a little bit we moved to a bigger place and than we moved again to another bigger place that i am in currently. In between all of that there was stuff that i kept seeing that hurt me and bothered me but anytime i say anything he says its me who keeps digging which is true because i grew up having a father who cheated on my mom and i saw it first hand im not going to lie it traumatized me but i did not project it on him until after he started doing the things he did. Hes a very jealous person himself he always tried to control everything he hates that im good looking he tells me all the time he should have married someone “ugly” i do NOT dress provocative at all i barley show any skin but somehow EVERYTHING always leads back to how i dress and all our problems are my fault because of how i dress he says that when we go out men always check me out and it angers him even tho i am not showing any damn skin. Anyways mothers day 2022 he hit me again but he says he didnt but the bruises on my arms say otherwise i have pictures of it and it was bad he tried to throw me down the stairs i begged him not to. Sadly i still wanted to be loved i forgave him moved on he is would buy me gifts and cards and because im so stupid i believed he was sorry anyways now its 2023 and i find out im pregnant i didnt know how i felt my first born was lonley so i thought at least they will have a sibling.. surprise its twins and i knew im going to go through it i had the worse pregnancy i almost died i developed pre eclampsia and my doctor missed it i gave birth early my whole pregnancy i was alone i was so lonley just me and my first born i cried everyday husband was working so i couldn’t complain without it turning to a fight even though its his company and he could afford to have been there a little for me it is not 7 months after i gave birth physically i feel good mentally i dont he is never there for me as a husband i been telling him i feel like he’s just a roomate at this point we have no dates barley any intimacy which had been going on for years i know hes insecure and i never used it against him but he always would to me he hates now that i bounced back quickly and like to dress up again because the end of my pregnancy i was very swollen i was wearing all his clothes. I kept crying telling him i have needs just like anyone else i want to feel loved i dont want to live like this but anytime i say anything he says i complain to much now last week he beat me over nothing it was 60 seconds into a petty argument and he attacked me i packed myself and my 3 kids he watched me packing calling me names i left to a hotel for a night nd than my moms house he got backlash from both our families i ended up having to come home for the kids im miserable hes not sorry mothers day he barley acknowledged me But we spent the day and today any time we try to talk about anything he blames me.
I know im stupid i dont know how i can start over again i have 3 kids i am in the works of going back to school so when the babys start school ill have my career because i am financially dependent on him which is my fault i worked since i was 14 but he convinced me not to anymore My oldest loves their father so much it hurts me to put my baby through this drama There is soooooo much more detail and stuff to add Hes not the worse person i guess i bring out the bad in him when all i ever wanted was to be in a healthy marriage and give my kids what i didn’t have growing up
I dont know what to do i know i have to finish school so i can get a stable job but that means i have to stay and suck it up
I never wanted to be divorced but this marriage is over i always thought cheating was the only reason for divorce i am not in love with him but its so hard to let it go i never was like this i was so out going the life of the party i dont even recognize myself i feel so sad and depressed and alone i have the most amazing friends but i cant get myself to open up
How do you move on after having kids?
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