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2024.05.19 05:33 blegoo94 29 [M4F] St. Louis, MO / Midwest - Let's be a happy two person family?
Here's the stuff you'd want to know about me before chatting.
I'm child free because I refuse to put another human into this increasingly dark world. I don't want them to have my anxiety or Asperger's. I have an existentialist belief system. So I decided that I want to spend the rest of my life focusing on myself and hopefully my future partner - whoever that may be.
RECENT PIC Yes. Me bald. You can rub my head for good luck. If the cure for baldness is ever discovered, I will hop right on that. I'm 6' tall for you height enthusiasts.
Personality-wise I am pretty boring in all honesty. Being someone who has ADHD, anxiety, and high functioning ASD, you can bet I am not a normal person. On top of that, having spent a freakish amount of time on the uncensored internet through my childhood desensitizing my mind, I'm fairly dead inside. If you can relate or sympathize, that is awesome.
I'm looking for a long term relationship. The kind where we eventually live together on dual income, have date night like every night, and just enjoy each other's love for as long as possible. I am VERY romantic and sappy when I start developing feelings. My love languages are physical touch and quality time spent together.
Hobbies include worrying about my future, browsing reddit, having a nearly empty fridge with a 1 year old jar of kimchi in it because it seemed healthy to buy at the time, and uh what else..? Music, Anime,
Gaming (I was the highest ranks in CSGO AND RL so don't hate the hours yo), Coding, Lockpicking, Antique Restoration, and talking some shmack with the BOYS.
I appreciate many types of humor. Dark, cringe, observational, and surreal are my favs. I'm not easy to offend. And if you want, you can roast me in your opening message.
I like getting out too but I hate doing that alone. That's what you're for. Duh. đ
I am open to a temporary LDR if your communication game is on point. I will be up front though. When I'm at work it is difficult to text very much because I work in a lead position and am extremely busy except when I'm taking a break. I also work in a highly USDA regulated environment and every time I touch my phone I need to sanitize or change my gloves before I touch anything else. I would make an effort to talk though. I work about 45 hours though so I have plenty of free time after work to spend actual quality time together.
Some things that are definitely important to me:
- Physical attraction. I'm gonna want to see a picture of you sooner rather than later pretty please. đ€
- Politically liberal. We probably won't get along otherwise đ.
- Monogamous. You can still call other guys hot on TV though.
- A sex drive. I'm not looking for someone asexual is all I'm saying.
Please message me only if you are truly interested and willing to date (or hop on a voice or video call if long distance). And don't get me wrong; I am not here to try and force a relationship faster than it needs to. In fact I'm in no rush at all. I just strongly believe that texting alone is not enough to develop into something meaningful.
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2024.05.19 05:33 blegoo94 29 [M4F] St. Louis, MO / Midwest - Let's be a happy two person family?
Here's the stuff you'd want to know about me before chatting.
I'm child free because I refuse to put another human into this increasingly dark world. I don't want them to have my anxiety or Asperger's. I have an existentialist belief system. So I decided that I want to spend the rest of my life focusing on myself and hopefully my future partner - whoever that may be.
RECENT PIC Yes. Me bald. You can rub my head for good luck. If the cure for baldness is ever discovered, I will hop right on that. I'm 6' tall for you height enthusiasts.
Personality-wise I am pretty boring in all honesty. Being someone who has ADHD, anxiety, and high functioning ASD, you can bet I am not a normal person. On top of that, having spent a freakish amount of time on the uncensored internet through my childhood desensitizing my mind, I'm fairly dead inside. If you can relate or sympathize, that is awesome.
I'm looking for a long term relationship. The kind where we eventually live together on dual income, have date night like every night, and just enjoy each other's love for as long as possible. I am VERY romantic and sappy when I start developing feelings. My love languages are physical touch and quality time spent together.
Hobbies include worrying about my future, browsing reddit, having a nearly empty fridge with a 1 year old jar of kimchi in it because it seemed healthy to buy at the time, and uh what else..? Music, Anime,
Gaming (I was the highest ranks in CSGO AND RL so don't hate the hours yo), Coding, Lockpicking, Antique Restoration, and talking some shmack with the BOYS.
I appreciate many types of humor. Dark, cringe, observational, and surreal are my favs. I'm not easy to offend. And if you want, you can roast me in your opening message.
I like getting out too but I hate doing that alone. That's what you're for. Duh. đ
I am open to a temporary LDR if your communication game is on point. I will be up front though. When I'm at work it is difficult to text very much because I work in a lead position and am extremely busy except when I'm taking a break. I also work in a highly USDA regulated environment and every time I touch my phone I need to sanitize or change my gloves before I touch anything else. I would make an effort to talk though. I work about 45 hours though so I have plenty of free time after work to spend actual quality time together.
Some things that are definitely important to me:
- Physical attraction. I'm gonna want to see a picture of you sooner rather than later pretty please. đ€
- Politically liberal. We probably won't get along otherwise đ.
- Monogamous. You can still call other guys hot on TV though.
- A sex drive. I'm not looking for someone asexual is all I'm saying.
Please message me only if you are truly interested and willing to date (or hop on a voice or video call if long distance). And don't get me wrong; I am not here to try and force a relationship faster than it needs to. In fact I'm in no rush at all. I just strongly believe that texting alone is not enough to develop into something meaningful.
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2024.05.19 05:13 kayenano The Villainess Is An SS+ Rank Adventurer: Chapter 241
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[Patreon] [Discord] Synopsis: Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read ⊠and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result.
Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle, and taking matters into her own hands, escapes in the middle of the night in order to restore her kingdom's finances.
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Action, Fantasy, Copious Ohohohohos.
Chapter 241: Until Now The doors to the Hartzwiese Adventurerâs Guild opened.
Before, the sound of raucous laughter could be heard flooding the street outside, filling the quiet of a spring night with all the debauchery the local drunkards had to offer.
Despite the halls of adventurers not being formal drinking establishments, those within were ready to compete in boisterousness with all the taverns, inns and pubs of the town combined. And also win. Handily.
And yetâ
The moment the doors parted and I stepped within, a hush as quiet as any grave fell over its inhabitants.
A woman balancing with her derriĂšre upon the head of another became still, the alcohol in her cup the only movement as it dribbled onto a stunned face below her.
A man slurping from the communal cauldron stared wordlessly, the stew pouring in, and then out of his mouth as the muscles of his throat forgot the means to swallow.
A bartender asleep upon a row of kegs quietly rose, the sudden din of silence waking him where the sound of debauchery and those drinking from the taps beside him had failed.
Here, there, and everywhere, eyes widened as the sudden silence was filled with the sounds of my footsteps as I strolled past, my loyal handmaiden and my brotherâs attendant in my wake.
And alsoâ
Mreow.
Mrewowow.
Meww.
Cats.
Tabby cats.
Calico cats.
Ragdoll cats.
Cats with twirly whiskers. Cats with puffy faces. Cats with slightly rounded ears.
Behind me, skipping around my legs while taking turns to sit upon my shoulders and very occasionally my head, were a legion of cats of various shapes, sizes and colours.
But no matter the springiness of their whiskers, the shine of their coat or the liveliness of their tails, one thing to bring them all together was the anarchy they caused.
This was no neat line of ducklings following after their mother.
This was a barbarian horde.
With no sense of organisation other than a shared drive to claim everything as their own, they immediately skipped amidst the stunned adventurers, scavenging for all the copious scraps while still turning their noses away from the alcohol forming sticky traps upon the floor.
Saying nothing, I allowed their demanding cries to fill up the hall as I swept forwards, pausing before a wall plastered from end to end with faded notices and requests long gone unanswered.
One by one, I systemically tore every request featuring a crudely drawn image of a cat, gathering into my arms a pile of parchment large enough to reach my chin.
Then, I made my way to the wooden desk.
A receptionist waited with a smile at the ready.
âGreetings! Welcome to the Hartzwiese branch of the Adventurerâs Guild. I see youâve removed several notices from theââ
Poomph.
Silenced but unperturbed, this latest clone watched as I dropped the stack of requests onto her desk, before promptly topping off the stack with a copper ring.
âDo what must be done,â I said, my voice defiant. âI am ready.â
The receptionist answered me with a smile more permanent than the wall the notices were torn from.
A moment laterâ
â[Identify].â
A green hue appeared in her clasped palms as she assessed the ring.
âJuliette. B-rank. Your registered branch is Reitzlake.â
The sound of several cups clattered against the floor.
âWelcome again to Hartzwiese. I see from your commission history that you have an extraordinary amount of completions for recovering lost cats. May I assume the significant number of cats now roaming the branch hall relate to the notices removed from the wall?â
I pursed my quivering lips.
âMaybe.â
âWonderful. And how many cats is it that youâve rescued?â
â... Lots.â
âI see. Please give me a moment while I confirm the requirements of our commissions.â
The receptionist swiftly retrieved a stack of parchment from a drawer.
As she flicked through, her eyes simultaneously went to every cat roaming, napping and clawing in the hall. A skill not even monstrous overseers from the abyss with their dozens of eyestalks could match. But thatâs only to be expected.
Wherever these receptionists were found, it was from a level deeper than any monster dared roam.
Eventually, she gave a nod.
âThank you for waiting. There appears to be an excess of cats in relation to the number of commissions we have available. Weâll endeavour to ensure that every cat is rehomed at the earliest opportunity through our partner agencies and charities. But unfortunately, I can only provide official acknowledgement for cats rescued through a formal commission.â
I sucked in a deep breath, hoping that patience was one of the things I accidentally inhaled.
âFine. And how many commissions does that end up being, then? ⊠10? 15?â
The receptionist flicked through her bundle of parchments once more.
â94.â
â... Excuse me?â
âI can confirm the successful completion of 94 simultaneous F-ranked commissions. Congratulations. This is a new record, breaking what appears to be one earlier set by yourself. A remarkable achievement befitting a B-rank member of the guild.â
The receptionistâs professional smile never wavered.
I thought that would be the worst of it.
But thenâ
She slowly brought her hands together ⊠and started applauding.
It was the leak which broke the dam.
At once, she was joined by all who were present to witness this crowning moment of regret.
I turned around in time to see a riot in motion.
âW-Wooooooooooo!!!!â
âIn ⊠Incredible âŠâ
âA new record ⊠I ⊠I heard it was broken in Trierport ⊠to think Iâd witness it broken again!â
âA B-rank adventurer ⊠?! Where ⊠Where did she come from ⊠?!â
There was no polite, respectful applause here.
It was the wild cheering of a crowd at a tournament. The whooping cries of theatregoers calling for an encore. The acclaim of my father as he elbowed others to delight in the poetry Iâd written when I was 6 and thus now regularly attempted to burn.
Everywhere I turned, I saw and heard the acclaim mixed with shouts of horror as mugs of alcohol were spilled on purpose and by accident. The layabouts stomped on the floor, doing their best to murder decorum under the strain of unbridled emotion.
Only a few falling teardrops formed any hint of more dignified revelry, the glimmer of admiration running down cheeks as sniffles were hidden amidst the raucous cheering.
And then I bore witness to the most morbid sight.
Like a tidal wave of soiled clothes and snotty faces, they suddenly came as one, hands reaching out for me with dripping mugs still in their grips. Horror struck at my soul. And unlike a farmer whoâd scarpered into the night, I had nobody who could heal a wound caused by hooligans accepting me as their own.
âA-Amazing!! Take my drink! Take anyoneâs drink!!â
âSo many cats rescued ⊠even my allergies canât believe it!â
âMy gods, itâs a legend! An adventurer among adventurers!â
This.
This right here.
This was the lowest point of my life ⊠were I not an unparalleled genius.
âOho ⊠ohoho âŠâ
At once, the wave halted.
Faces which were lit up in unabashed delight turned to looks of mild confusion against the tinkling music of my laughter.
They needed to cycle through the expressions until they reached horror and shame.
âOhhohohohohohoho!!â
⊠For I was no drunkard seeking to join their ranks!
No ⊠I was Juliette Contzen, 3rd Princess to the Kingdom of Tirea!
And that meant every action I took, every word I spoke, and every cat I saved was for a reason beyond the hopes and dreams these hoodlums had of wanton debauchery and rusting swords!
Indeed!
A lesser princess than I may slink away into the night, cowed by the utter shame, humiliation and disgrace of completing so many F-ranked requests that I somehow broke a record Iâd only just set!
But I was made of greater things!
Of schemes and subterfuges so deep that it would take too long to explain! The plots I weaved were a silken web more intricate than any cogs which made up Coppelia as she doubled up, desperately trying to stop herself from succumbing to more pain from laughter!
And that meant with every cat request now denied to these louts ⊠they would finally do some work!
âOhoho ⊠ohohohohoho!! Behold and be afraid! Witness before you the coming of a new dawn, here to lift you from your days of boundless reverie! Unfurl the shutters and gaze upon a radiance so pure it brands your dallying minds! The scorching sun has come to test the snailâs back, and all that your bleary eyes see is a great salt lake to devour you whole! Shrivel as you cling upon the sweat which drips upon your brow, for that is the proof youâre yet alive!â
A sudden silence met my proclamation of their coming ordeal.
And thenâ
âWooooooooooooooooooooooo!â
âI donât understand! But what a speech!â
âIf she can do it, so can we!â
I raised a hand to my lips, barely covering my smile.
âOhhhohohohohohohoho ⊠!â
Here it was!
Operation: Gainful Employment!
An entirely new strategy, as bold as it was uncharted!
By removing what was surely the vast majority of missing cat quests available to the adventurers of this town, they would have no choice, utterly none whatsoever, but to engage in actual work! The type of work adventurers openly advertised themselves as doing!
Monster subjugation! Crime prevention! Fetching artifacts from hidden dungeons and then succumbing to their wounds at the entrance while the Royal Treasury pocketed the treasure!
Yes, this was clearly a highly experimental tactic.
But what was I, if not a bastion of creativity?
At the very least, I utterly refused to accept the status quo! An organisation dedicated exclusively to rescuing lost cats or elbowing into my kingdomâs sovereign affairs was no good to me!
Thus ⊠I could not cower like some towngirl nauseous from the smell of their revelry.
Instead, I would squeeze the Adventurerâs Guild dry until the day I replaced them with an army of trained poodles. Until that joyous day, I could never tear my eyes away when they waited to be robbed.
To do so was more than a dereliction of duty âŠ
Why, Iâd be an accomplice to their drunken escapades!
My vow remained unchanged. For my goal, I would brave any indignity. The ring I was hoping the receptionist would forget to return was proof of that.
And thusâ
I stood tall as a summer reed, proud in the knowledge that I had no need to feel even an inkling of embarrassment over completing 94 simultaneous F-ranked commissions! âŠ
âPfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.â
âS-Stop at once! You are not to laugh!â
âPffffttt~â
âC-Coppelia!!â
Clearly not seeing the angel of self-sacrifice who I was, Coppelia held one hand tightly around her mouth. Even so, she failed to stop either the sound of her amusement or the tears falling from her eyes.
My only salvation was that it came at significant cost to her. Even now, she careened between laughter and painful regret.
I decided to offer both her and myself mercy.
Turning to the receptionist, I found a modest pouch already waiting upon the wooden desk. As well as a copper ring waiting beside it.
âThank you for your service to the Adventurerâs Guild,â said the receptionist, her professional smile undaunted by the commotion. âYour total remuneration is 102 gold crowns, 7 silver crowns and 9 copper crowns. Iâve taken the liberty to compile all your separate payments together.â
I took the pouch and ignored the ring.
The receptionist pushed the ring forwards.
A long moment later, I collected it, uncertain what a receptionist would do if I tossed it into the communal cauldron, but knowing it would somehow still end up on my finger regardless.
With my head held high, I bravely ignored the chorus of voices unknowingly cheering for their own hardship as I swept past. Renewed tears and applause filled the hall. A few cats attempted to follow me. I stopped to shoo them away.
And then I was outside, the door closing behind me.
â... Goodness, that was quite the sight,â said Renise with a bemused smile. âIt reminded me somewhat of the inns of Reitzlakeâs docks. I wonder if all the halls of adventurers are like that, or merely those which you frequent?â
âPlease donât insinuate Iâm responsible for the debauchery which occurs wherever the Adventurerâs Guild is concerned. Thatâs something I can claim no credit for.â
âYou say that ⊠but to me, it seems that you caused quite a stir. That really is a remarkable number of cats you rescued, after all. Even I can tell that 94 simultaneous F-ranked commissionsââ
âMiss Renise.â
The maidâs smile wavered against whatever fatigued expression I was making.
A moment later, it fell away entirely as she switched to her role as my brotherâs attendant and the leader of whatever scoundrels heâd charged her with herding.
â... Yes, I suppose thereâs time for idle conversation later. Thereâs a guardhouse nearby. We should report on all thatâs happened tonight.â
I gave a nod of agreement.
Hopefully, the baroness hadnât woken from her stupor yet. But if she had, I was certain the single portrait of myself Iâd returned to the wall of her gallery to smile down at her gagged and bound state would calm her nerves.
Renise hummed towards the direction of Hartzwieseâs centre, before returning her attention to me.
âIf you wish to keep your identity incognito, I can see guards sent to where theyâre needed using my own authority, and arrange for the appropriate seizure of the goods and crowns weâve discovered.â
I beamed at once.
My, so prudent! Itâs little wonder she was chosen by Roland!
âA judicious offer. And one Iâll accept gladly, providing the burden isnât too severe.â
âThis is merely an administrative task, and little burden compared to what both yourself and Miss Coppelia regularly perform. In any event, it is only efficient. I expect Iâll be spending a significant amount of time at the baronessâs farmstead. It is quite extensive. If possible, I would like to make use of it for Rose House. I imagine having such a facility close to the Granholtz border would have its uses.â
I nodded, already forgetting the barnâs existence.
âI encourage you to use your discretion as required. My brother has put his trust in you, and so I both expect and know that you shall not disappoint in furthering the kingdomâs prosperity.â
The young woman smiled. One filled with appreciation, but also lacking ambition.
Good.
An excellent combination as far as retainers were concerned.
âThank you. Although I worry you place too much trust in my abilities. In truth, those like Baroness Arisa would have made for a greater asset to the kingdom. Her resourcefulness must be acknowledged.â
âIt is not resourcefulness my kingdom requires. It is loyalty. And hers is a pit so empty it drains others.â
âThatâs true. But at least we were able to acquire some useful things from her nonetheless.â
Renise pulled out a tiny vial from the belt around her thigh.
A golden liquid was stored within, glimmering with an unnatural light.
âThese were in her chamber,â she said, her eyes lacking emotion as she surveyed the bright liquid. âWhen we met, she actually attempted to purchase my loyalty with this.â
âA suspect vial. How quaint. And what miracle did she promise?â
âOne that would wake my parents from their curse of eternal slumber.â
â... And is it?â
âI donât believe so, no. This is one of many identical vials I found in her chamberâs desk drawer. All prominently labelled with instructions to only drink as required to stave off the effects of bloating.â
Renise returned the vial to her belt with a slightly embarrassed smile.
âItâs still useful,â she admitted. âBut just not for what I require.â
I gave a simple nod as my reply.
Nothing else needed to be said.
She hoped to see her parents wake from their prison of dormancy. An understandable wish. And one I wasnât required to supplement with the comment that no pair named the Smuggler King and the Smuggler Queen were likely to receive as light a sentence as their daughter.
I could not speak on behalf of Roland. Although I imagined that as a kind man, he would prefer not to pass judgements which were total. But as the Crown Prince, he did not have the luxury of kindness.
It would take much to change their fate.
But perhaps thatâs why Renise was here, still proving true, and not accepting stomach ailment potions from a baroness.
A moment of silence followed.
Renise gave a short sigh. And that was that.
She set her eyes on the task aheadâat least until whatever words sheâd parted her mouth to say were interrupted by Coppeliaâs humming instead.
âSooooooooooooooo ⊠you just want to wake up two people eternally sleeping, right?â
A small smile met her optimistic voice.
âIf a cure were readily available, Iâm certain I would have found it by now. I believe one might be possible, but it would take skill and ingredients beyond any apothecary I know of.â
âWell, sure, you could go that way. But what about going straight to the source instead?â
âThe source?â
âSure. Theyâre asleep, right? So just ask the one in charge of where they are now.â
âIâm ⊠not quite sure I follow?â
Coppelia clapped her hands together and beamed.
âThe Spring Court is the realm of dreams. Chances are, they must have shown their faces around a few times by now. If you ask the Spring Queen nicely, she might do you a favour.â
âThe Spring Queen? ⊠The fae?â
âMmh~ luckily, we have someone with connections here!â
Renise was startled out of her reply.
It was nothing compared to me. The one being pointed at.
âCoppelia!â I said, truly aghast at the suggestion. âThe fae are not to be taken lightly. Why, I still have nightmares about my conversation with the Winter Queen! I learned a side to royalty that day which I shall never forget ⊠and Iâm quite poorer for it!â
âYou met ⊠the Winter Queen?â asked Renise, her eyes suddenly wide.
âUnfortunately, yes, but I had zero intention of meeting her, and Iâve just as little intention of meeting any other fae as well. Including the Spring Queen.â
I waved away the coming query to declare what was just as important as my lack of enthusiasm.
âBesides, Iâve not the foggiest idea how I would even hope to use these supposed connections I have.â
âOh, thatâs the easy bit,â said Coppelia, her casual disregard for what counted as âeasyâ more terrifying than any lout Iâd met today. âThe hard part is getting them to do what you want. But meeting them? The fae are creatures of stories. If the time is right, theyâll speak to youâone way or another.â
âThen they must book an appointment. One which I can formally reject.â
âI mean, I donât think you have much choice. You didnât last time, right?â
âThe last time, I was sat beside the Winter Queenâs crown. I see no fae artifacts to hook me away. And that means utterly no scenario in which I could be abducted without my expressââ
I suddenly stopped, clasping my hands around my mouth.
A moment later, I raised my arms in a martial art Iâd just invented, turning repeatedly on the spot.
Renise blinked at me.
âExcuse me, but what areââ
âShhshhshh!!â
I paused, gazing intently around at the quiet, dark streets of Hartzwiese, all the while ignoring Coppeliaâs giggling at my near miss.
That ⊠That was close!
âO-Oho ⊠oho ⊠I almost invited something terrible. Truly, itâs perhaps best not to needlessly voice things which Fae Queens and their deviant brand of magic could use âŠâ
Coppelia nodded at me, as proud as she was clearly disappointed.
âYouâre lucky. If the Spring Queen had a sense of humour, sheâd have snagged you right there and then.â
âNo. If the Spring Queen had a sense of humour, sheâd wait untilââ
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2024.05.19 05:05 throwRAsamosa I (37 m) might need to go close to NC with my mother to prevent my wife (37 f) from leaving me, any advice on the best way forward?
Iâm going to do my best to paint the full picture, this is most definitely not a simple situation and Iâll put my hand up and say I havenât handled a lot of things well.
First thing, I am white Anglo and my wife is British/Punjabi (born in UK, parents and upbringing Sikh). Just prior to getting engaged in England I offered an idea of us living in Australia (where Iâm from) for a period so she could work abroad (a dream of hers) and she could get to know a little about my upbringing. She agreed and was excited about coming over.
2021 was when we arrived here, to summarise things: we stayed with my parents (big house we had space), we had to endure a hard lockdown, our wedding plans were thrown into chaos, my wife had a cancer scare, and then there were a myriad of family related actions/comments that were so far removed from everything sheâs known that she felt rejected and disrespected by my mum in particular.
I struggled to fully understand all of this, I tried to find common ground with her and my mum, and I tried to help her to better understand my families âwaysâ as well as improve my mumâs communication with her. I also told my mum to reign it in, but needless to say I failed. In fact everything I seemed to do only made it worse. When we moved out we essentially went NC with my mum in particular but my family as well. I told my wife that her well-being mattered more to me and I allowed her space to heal, and when she said she needed to quit her job to focus on her mental health I supported her (emotionally and financially). I tried several attempts at trying to help her build a life that wasnât just based around me, she wasnât particularly receptive to it.
Then the big one that has set us further back that Iâm worried we canât come back from, I was diagnosed as practically infertile. We have both gone through our own grieving process with it and have tried a couple of rounds of IVF. Needless to say we havenât had success. We are now preparing ourselves to leave my country to go live near her family, she needs to be close to them and their values, and I appreciate she has given life in my country a go. For a while things seemed to be better with her, she was happy and excited about going back home, but now she has told me that any time I have any interaction with my mum it triggers off all her emotions and reminds herself of the pain sheâs experienced. Iâm not downplaying her experiences, I know itâs been a struggle to look at my upbringing and realise itâs against so much of what she believes in.
She has consistently told me she wouldnât stand in my way of spending time with them, in fact she encouraged it. But now she has told me every time I did that it would cause her pain, she would put it aside for me. While I appreciate that, I wish she hadnât done that. Iâm a simple guy, you say something I take it at face value.
So this comes to the current issue Iâm at, she gets so upset and angry at the thought of me spending time with them (mum mainly) that she wants to have me essentially go NC with hethem. She has basically given an ultimatum of âher or meâ. I hate this, but as I said earlier we essentially did this when we shifted out. Weâre going to be busy with work and arranging the move, but Iâm also mindful that this will be my last months with them and I hate the idea of leaving them thinking I hate them. Theyâre in their late 70s, I feel like I might be leaving them behind forever.
Has anyone had experience of having to go close to NC with family through the wishes of your partner? Has anyone else gone through the experience of thinking your family is perfectly and then bringing a partner in you find out they are not what you think they are?
I feel like the stakes are so high no matter what I do, it feels like either way I lose.
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2024.05.19 04:12 pizzapillowfort FMH Master Doc
The moment a lot of you have been waiting for is here!
A couple of notes before you read (or after because I would just jump into the list right away too)
- Direct quotes from Ali herself are in italics.
- I tried my best to keep everything in timeline order. Some people like The Come Back Kid I placed in the order where they reconnected/talked about on the pod. But I did my best to note this.
- All this information came from the FMH podcast, the Patreon, the original FMH blog, TikTok and other podcast that feature FMH/Ali. I also crossed reference information with this sub. I got most of this done with the help of the Patreon and listening to 1.75x speed but I lost accessed to the Patreon because my subscription ended.
- I'm open to edits! Things around the matchmaker era confused me and if anything is incorrect or if I'm missing someone, please let me know! I will note where corrections are made.
- Some people don't have anything simply because only a name was said or I couldn't find any details about the person/date
- And of course, please be respectful of all the sub rules!
Names on the original FMH blog
- Mr. Adorable aka The Coach
- Trouble
- Waffles
- Future Husband Brian (FHB)
- Cookie
- Peter Pan
- Ambiguous Goodbye Guy
- Bad Bitch Man
AOL chatroom Boyfriend Mentioned on Tiktok and on the pod once
Myspace Boyfriend Mentioned on Tiktok
Third Boyfriend Met on
eCrush.com in 2002 and this was mentioned on the Cracked Up podcast, The Dave Glaser Podcast and Tiktok
The Kiwi Met on a 2 week Model UN type youth trip in high school when Ali was 15, never a boyfriend but she had a huge crush on him, he tried to kiss Ali and she literally ran away, didnât talk the rest of the trip but exchanged numbers and screen names (Aliâs was FineGal13 or BeachJewel760), she made him a mixtape cd called âAliâs really cool mix for The Kiwiâ but never sent it and she still has it. In 2021, he DMâd her when she posted photos of her and her mom in France and invites her to visit him in London, she says she canât but says they should catch up if he comes to NYC
Fourth Boyfriend Met on OkCupid when you had to use it on the computer, this was mentioned on Tiktok
The Homecoming Date or Light Switch First boyfriend? (she goes back and forth calling him her first bf or a situationship), a family friend, a month younger than Ali, dated in high school but went to different high schools, football player, made him ask her to her Homecoming dance over email (her words), Ali hid in the bathroom the whole Homecoming dance, 3-4 revisits of this situations as adults, saw him on Bumble a few years ago and texted him that he had a typo in his bio, â
he very much wanted to be with meâ and now heâs married with a kid. His mom is still â
obsessedâ with Ali and she listens to FMH
Random college guy Freshman year of college, Ali doesnât have a nickname for him/doesnât remember his real name, met this guy through a friend, was texting him to invite him over to hot tub but her phone autocorrected to
âhow about some hot rubbing tonight?â but Ali didnât noticed/didnât correct it and he never replied, Ali had a house party and got really drunk and was all over him, he left the party early, she messaged him on MySpace 3-4 times asking why he left
The Resident Matched on
Match.com, first guy she dated in NYC after college, older than Ali, a doctor, lasted 3 months â
maybeâ, he didnât like Aliâs friends, got a card from him on her birthday and it said â
Love, The Residentâ and it took Ali back a little, Ali drinks black coffee because of him, he coordinated having her mom visit NYC for her birthday then he broke up with her a week later
The Ghost Met at a bar when she was 25, turns out they matched on OkCupid and they already had a date scheduled next week, they dated for 6-8 weeks, had sleepovers,
âThe worst ghosting experience Iâve ever hadâ, he borrowed The Great Gatsby from Aliâs roommate, planned to make dinner together after a beach trip in August with her friends and never showed up, Ali is blowing up his phone and gets no reply, two weeks later she finally texts
âare you alive? check yes or noâ and he responds âYesâ, Ali then ask if he could return the book and gets no reply again, 5 months go by and she receives the book in the mail with the note: âHereâs the book back. Sorry. P.S. sorry about last summer. I was in a bad place. Youâre a great person and your salmon is amazingâ, since then she has ran into him twice on the streets and matched with him on Bumble
The Coach/Mr. Adorable First serious boyfriend at 26/27 in 2013, matched on
Match.com or met through work depending if youâre listening to the pod or reading her OG blog, clean-cut look, played volleyball, Ali invited him to a friendâs birthday party and they made out in the streets at 4am, on their second date he asked Ali if she was seeing any one and when Ali said no he ask her to be his girlfriend 3 days after their first date, dated for almost 1.5 years or almost 2 years depending on if youâre listening to the pod or the Patreon, first time saying âI love youâ to a guy, â
lovely guyâ, never would posted Ali on his instagram until Ali said something, he âlivedâ with her for two weeks while he was in between apartments, tried blind folding/hair pulling during sex and she didnât like it, by the end of their relationship Ali didnât like sex and thought she wasnât a very sexual person, after they broke up Ali drunk texted him at 2am and he picked her up and she spent the night and she took her things in the morning in a rolly suitcase, from her blog in 2015: â
I just want to be careful I donât end up with another Mr. Adorable situation, where I find myself dating my platonic best friendâ, had drinks with him in 2016 from the blog:
âNot in a romantic way (at least on my end)â, Ali still talks to him sometimes through casual instagram DMs, heâs currently (as of 2021) dating someone for 4+ years and Ali thinks theyâre going to get engaged
Trouble OG 2015 FMH blog, never mentioned on the pod,
âI was immediately enamored with himâ, met at a Beer Olympic party but he worked with one of Aliâs best friends (Ali was still dating The Coach at the time), lived in BK, tattoos and stubble, Aliâs best friend said he was a âfuck boyâ,
âhe very much made me see that it was the right thing for me and The Coach to not be togetherâ, from her blog in 2015: â
he has this look in his eye like heâs constantly laughing at me â in a super sexy wayâ, he texted her saying he didnât see anything romantically with her and she sent a gif of someone shrugging
Personal side note: Ali has mentioned she has cheated on someone but never disclosed who she cheated on or with. I feel like she cheated on Mr.A/The Coach with Trouble because of the timeline. Just a guess.
Waffles Matched on Bumble, OG 2015 FMH blog, he asked Ali fuck/marry/kill breakfast foods, dated 2 months around summer time, on Fourth of July while watching fireworks he said how they had a great day and Ali replied with something along the lines with âyeah, it would be better if I could call you my boyfriendâ
, he said he wanted a relationship but just not with Ali and shortly afterwards they stopped seeing each other
The Buffalo Lived in Buffalo NY, 6â5, Scorpio, met in 2015 at Adults National volleyball (Aliâs team won that year) where he was heckling her while she was playing, asks Aliâs mom for her number and Aliâs mom said âI guess youâre tall enoughâ and told him to ask her himself, he flew her out and she met his parents, dated over summer, exclusive but never boyfriend/girlfriend (but called him her LD boyfriend on TikTok), texted and talked on the phone a lot, Aliâs best friendâs favorite ex âthey had really good banterâ, in October he invited her to his cousins wedding and she invited him to her friends wedding, after Ali bought her ticket to his cousins wedding (with the promise he would buy her ticket to her friendâs wedding) he ghosted and stonewalled her, she âpoured her heart out to him on voicemailâ and he never replied, she asked him to pay her back for her ticket and he got mad that she âmade this about moneyâ, 2 years later he told Ali that he freaked out because he really liked her and saw a future with her but knew she would never move to Buffalo and it would ânever workâ, Ali said at the time she would have considered moving for him, Ali used to have him blocked on Facebook and told all her friends not to update her on info about him (unless she asked). Heâs now married and goes to Disney with his wife (which Ali kind of scoffs at?), Ali said on TikTok that she dodged a bullet
Baby Bic Met him at Adults National years ago, had a flirtationship with him in 2016 when he was 19 years old, ran into him at the Adults Nationals 2021, last texts she got from him were about getting his fake ID taken away at the bar and him visiting her in NYC but Ali didnât want to buy him beer and drink at her apartment
The Chef Matched on Tinder around 2016, he loved karaoke, â
total shitâ, asked Ali to be his girlfriend and to meet his mom after a month, off and on dating, broke up the first time because he was talking to his ex, lied and flew to Mexico to see his ex while dating Ali, that ex sent Ali a Snapchat of them in bed together on that Mexico trip, Ali broke up with him via text and called him a shitty boyfriend, heâs the reason Ali deleted her Snapchat because of drunk Snaps he would send post break up, FB messaged Ali 6 years later (while Roark was visiting/staying with Ali) and said sorry for being a shit head. Aliâs best friends hated him
The Dentist Met on Halloween in the wild, Canadian, dated NYE 2016- May 2017 â
nice guy, not my guyâ, one of Aliâs best friendâs favorite ex âhe adored you,
âhe was too sweet for meâ and
âhe had no edge to himâ, he painted Aliâs cat for her 30th birthday but she was annoyed it was just Rory and not both cats, The Chef texted Ali while on a date/sleeping at his house
ASV - Aspiring Sober Vegan Met through a friend (her best guy friendâs college roommate) the day before she had to fly out to her dadâs memorial, a doctor, into meditation, remembered him â
being cuterâ when they went on a first date, felt âthe sparkâ, had â
omg this is awesome sexâ, Ali described this relationship as a âslow burnâ and âthe most attracted she ever been to a partnerâ even thought she didnât think he was that cute in the beginning, dated 2-3 months before he tried to ghost Ali but they talked and broke up, four months later they start casually dating/FWB because heâs moving but this turns into a âmiddle distance relationshipâ and he moves to Philly, had a lot of communication issues but didn't have a lot of fights, wants to live in Ohio and give a % of his income to charity, Ali was close to saying âI love youâ but didnât, he uninvited her to meet his extended family and they got in a fight, broke up with her a couple weeks before their 6 month anniversary at the park while on a picnic and told her that sheâs still his favorite person, Ali used to think he was â
the one that got awayâ and would frequently have dreams about him. From what Ali knows, he's sober but not vegan
The Scientist 2017 or 2018ish, from San Diego, went on one date, Ali ended up ghosting him due to the decline in her dadâs health, saw him on Hinge while she was in San Diego for 3 months in 2020, texted him and apologized for ghosting him, ended up going on 2-3 more dates, took a selfie in front of his house and sent it to him but acted like she didnât know that was his house and made a TikTok about it, things ended up not working but she doesnât make it clear on who ended it. She can now see she shouldnât have been going on dates during this time when her dad was sick.
Good on Paper Divorced Dude Met a couple of years ago (she told this story on TikTok in 2020) on Bumble
The Groomsman Met at her friend Ashleyâs wedding in Chicago Oct 2019, had a â
two night standâ with him, texted/talked/FTâd for 3-4 months, divorced, never dated seriously/FWB, saw each other a couple time when he came to NYC, Ali stopped talking with him due to FMH and her trying to find a serious relationship, he starts dating someone, follows FMH on insta, slid into her DM in 2022 and then sent her soup while she was sick, turns out heâs single again, 2 months later Ali is heading to Chicago and texts him â
Hello! Reminder that my arrival to your neck of the woods is imminentâ and turns out he is now seeing someone and Ali doesnât see him while in Chicago (at least she doesnât mention it)
Unnicknamed person He was her plus one at her best friend from collegeâs NYE wedding 2019/2020, met and hung out with Aliâs mom, posted photos of them together on her personal Insta story, â
fully dating but werenât official heheâ doesnât have a nickname/never gave him a nickname? This could be The Latvian/the person she texted her friend in DC about saying âI think Iâm on a date with my husbandâ
Starts FMH on January 2020 on Instagram/TikTok
The Traveler He was browsing Bumble while Ali was in the bathroom during their first date, he was banned from Bumble and was using his grandma phone number. Ali turned down a second date
The Duke Early FMH, went for long periods of time in between texts, 7-8 Zoom dates while Ali was in San Diego and he was in NY, Ali said you could see three of his exâs on his instagram page (without scrolling), they finally went on one date and it was
âmehâ but they did kiss on their date
The Oyster Matched on Bumble (he had one photo and no bio) two weeks before Valentines Day, Gemini, a lawyer, part of the 13 First Dates in 30 Days series (he was #13), dated Feb 2020-Aug 2020, love bomber, felt âthe sparkâ and became official after 3 dates, best first date ever??? at the time, said âI love youâ to Ali after two weeks, â
For most of my relationship with The Oyster, he didnât live in the city he had moved to Connecticut without telling meâ, would fight all the time, opposite political views, Ali felt like a â
fucking summer camp directorâ because she planned all their dates and he would get upset if Ali didn't have a plan, sought out a therapist (Megan) because of her relationship struggles because of him, went to Mass/church, he wanted a traditional marriage/life/wife/kids (at one point had Ali thinking she wanted that), didnât want to live in NYC, didnât support BLM, Cindy hated him
The Pilot Went on 3 dates, texted a lot, didnât hear back from him in four days and when she said she was looking to date someone who showed more consistency, he replied saying he met someone the day after their last date who seems to have more free time than Ali and he wants to pursue that but would like to be friends, Ali said on TikTok that this other women âbent her schedule to his scheduleâ and she was unwilling to do that. Mostly talked about him on TikTok
The Analyst Matched on Bumble two years ago and went on one date, re matched in 2021 and he stood Ali up, she send him a text âgetting stood upâ script and he never replied. Only mentioned him on TikTok (?)
Ali and Roark start FMH: The Podcast February 2021
The Boomerang First date on the pod? I couldn't find anything else about him
The Scuba Diver The Music Man One date,
âhe didnât do anything wrong, heâs just not for meâ, amped up small talk, complimented Ali a lot which made her feel awkward cause she wasnât feeling it, he texted her and asked for a second date and Ali sent the no ghosting script
The Bet Uses the phrase âok betâ, 28 years old shoe designer, only went on one dinner date to a spot he picked, turns out its cash only and he didnât bring cash, was not into him , not looking for the same thing
The Dinosaur Nickname was previously The Hawaiian, first date at Dinosaur BBQ, stood in a parking spot to save for Ali, he asked for a kiss after their date and Ali declined saying maybe next time
The Rose He sent her a rose on hinge, first date was an hour long walk in the park while drinking beer
The Comic Matched on Hinge, older than Ali (Aliâs friends express how happy they were to hear that), had brunch on their first date (was the first part of a double header but the second guy canceled), listed as âmoderateâ politically on Hinge, good and easy convo, went back and forth twice over text and then never heard back from him,
âtechnically not ghosting...â The Camper Met in the wild at a volleyball tournament in July, lives in Chicago, 27 years old, hung out the whole time, over heard Ali asking someone to get her a make out partner, gave Ali his number, drunkly ask him for a FT date in the future and he didnât reply, Ali texts him again about a volleyball thing and he replied back with not a lot of enthusiasm, Ali is going to Chicago in Sept for a volleyball tournament and sheâs already planning on playing 4-on-4 with her best friend vs. his roommate and maybe The Camper, he texts her saying he has to work on the date of the tournament and wonât be able to do the 4-on-4 game, â
I feel like I got broken up with someone I never want to date in the first placeâ Aliâs Matchmaker contract starts in August 2021 - 6 matches
The Schmoozer Went on a dinner date, was chatting up the waitress in a kind of creepy way, was bragging about a lot of things and it turned Ali off and Ali texted him her no ghosting script
The Accountant 1st matchmaker match, 31 years old, lives in BK, his dad has also passed away, easy to talk to, on the third date she wasnât sure if she saw a future with him and in her gut doesnât feel like this would be a slow burn, Ali breaks things off with him, months (?) later he sent Ali a 5 min long voice memo and they said they were both down to see each other as friends. He later on dated and ghosted Erica
The Aussie Matched on Hinge, in politics, from Australia but lived all over the place, asked Ali what sheâs looking for on the first date and he said heâs âcasually looking for something seriousâ, Ali accidentally walks up to a different person on their second date, Ali texts him saying she would love to see him before he leaves on a trip and she wasnât happy that it took him till the next day to reply and he canât see her before he leaves
The Goalie Was supposed to be Aliâs 2nd match, heâs a paying client, Ali didnât hear back from him for a while when she told him where she lived, he wrote to the matchmaker saying that she lived too far away even though it states where she lives in her matchmaker profile
The Journalist 2nd matchmaker match, ended things because she was dating/pursuing things with The Discoball and paused her matchmakers matches
The Threepeat Matched multiple times on dating apps but this recent time with Hinge, Amazon seller, first date was a pizza lunch date (with bubbles aka champagne) and he gave her a single yellow carnation, talked a lot about her âside hustlesâ aka her food blog, coaching, FMH and the pod (Ali didnât mentioned the name on FMH), had an awkward half kiss during the date and then gave her a peck when they said goodbye, he had no night stands by his bed?, spent the night but told public pod they had a movie night, different kissing styles, 6 dates, broke things off with Ali two days before her first date with The Rower WHILE Ali was on a Halloween girls trip
The Rower Dated from Halloween 2021 till early Feb 2022, Pisces who is 6 days older than Ali, has an ex-fiancĂ© (they dated for 8 years, engaged for two of them, she broke off the engagement with him 1.5 years ago once he started dating Ali), has a shared dog with this ex, slept together around Xmas on the fourth date and Ali got a UTI, first time having âomg this is awesome sexâ since ASV, first person Ali slept next to wearing an eye mask "
that's a big step for me", had him watch 90 Day FiancĂ©, on New Years Day told her that he sees âlong term relationship potentialâ with her but doesnât want to be exclusive after 5 dates, â
we didnât talk all weekâ, he said he wasnât as ready as he though to date someone seriously and âI donât know why I donât want to be in a relationship with youâ they broke up over the phone, Ali said heâs a good human and wants to date someone like him, 3.5 weeks later Ali drunk texted him at 3:00 am saying â
its really hard not to talk to youâ which Ali said was a lie, he replied back (few days? A week later?) while Ali was on another date and it made her cry a bit, she replied back saying â
the door is closed but not lockedâ in regards if he wants to get back together.
âFin⊠for nowâ 2022
The Discoball Matched on Hinge but didnât go on a first date for two week, Gemini, used to be a singer in a band, moved from DC to NYC, went on 7 dates in 2022, had a dog w/ ex and ex got full custody once he moved, met one of his friends on the second date, slept with him on the second date
âmorning and nightâ, he tried to find the podcast without knowing the name, podcasted from his house in DC, he would send Ali photos of them together âall the timeâ, gave a virtual presentation from his hotel room, did Molly together in DC, had him watch 90 Day FiancĂ©, moved to BK (didnât see each other for 2 months pre-move), had a sex-less sleepover (a milestone for Ali), he showed up for her on her dadâs death date (something that a person sheâs dating has never done), used to listen to the pod but stopped before they stopped seeing each other, ghosted her after they had a talk about moving things forward to exclusive and Ali texted him something along the lines of âyour silence is the answerâ when she didnât hear back from him for a week and he ghosted her. Ali said he sucks in #77 AUA
Lisbon The Brit M&M The Come Back Kid They went on 2-3 dates in Nov 2018 and reconnected in May 2022,
"felt immediately comfortable", sat next to a very drunk lady on their second 1st date and was supportive but "didn't step on Ali's toes" when the drunk lady said something offensive to Ali, couldnât remember if they slept together or not, knows about FMH, ghosted Ali
The Trainer The Cold Brew The Nomad 3rd matchmaker match, reminded Ali of The Oyster, wanted kids and didnât want to live in NYC forever, Ali was upset at first because her matchmaker was supposed to screen for that but the matchmaker DID check and it wasnât mentioned when she was screening The Nomad, no second date because those are dealbreakers to him
The Catcher Matched on Bumble,
âgood not greatâ after their first date, ~April 2022, talked about sports a lot on their first date
The Gentleman 4th matchmaker match, knew about Aliâs FMH socials before their date, Ali didnât like his texting style, awkward intro on their first date â
like hugging a 2 x 4â, he runs a dating event company and actually email Ali to be a guest on the pod when FMH first started, awkward goodbye, didnât discuss the actual first date on the main pod because she doesnât want to give him a reason to reach out again
The Tennis Pro Ali had a good time on their date, â
He is an adult, heâs matureâ BUT â
I donât think he was into itâ
The Padre Matched on Bumble, 3 dates, from San Diego,
âenergy mismatchâ, doesnât want to know or listen to FMH, no psychical connection/kiss, only a kiss on the cheek on their last date, â
I havenât spoken to him since Friday night [a week]â, she didnât want to do what The Threepeat did to her (break up while on vacation/traveling), she said it might be a MOO
Roark leaves and Erica joins the pod Oct 31st 2022
Captain Kirk 5th matchmaker match, found him on Bumble before their in-person date, ghosted Ali AND the matchmaker???
6th matchmaker match Last match and Ali states she will not talk about this date or anything about it
JFK Kirk? Matched on Bumble, didnât realize heâs located in SD, exchanged personal instagram info, not sure where things went or how things ended
Kirk #1 Met in the wild, make out a lot the night they met, â
stealing kisses throughout the nightâ, exchanged numbers, planned a date (no specifics, just the day) but when Ali texted him day of he asked to reschedule (no specifics again), he replied back that heâs picking up a rental car, told him sheâs looking for someone to respect her time and he never replied back
2023
The Falcon First date of 2023, matched on The League, first nickname was âLeague Kirkâ, hard to talk to, felt like Ali was always reaching for the next topic, likes to travel, â
there wasnât a vibeâ, MOO
The Roommate Used to be her friendâs roommate and have met before (Ali doesnât remember but it was the day after that exclusive convo with The Rower),
âtotally cuteâ, reunited at their mutual friendâs engagement party January 2023, made out at the bar, comes back to her place and sleeps over (no sex), Ali questions why her friends never set them up and its because he was taking a break from dating, first date they made out a lot at the bar (again),
âI really felt like we were already a coupleâ, âIt didnât feel like a first dateâ, mentions her FMH content has popped up on his FYP, tried texting him after their date and he wasnât giving effort, sheâs glad she didnât sleep with him because â
one night stands arenât my thingâ, MOO
The Belgian Matched on Bumble, accidentally had their first date during a trivia night at a bar, easy to talk to
The Viking Ali forgot they had a first date on the day of said date
Tinder Man Matched on Tinder (duh) on Valentineâs Day, first Tinder date in three years, good convo on first date but got a pushy vibe from him at the second bar they went to, put his hand up her sweater and was kissing her in the bar, made Ali uncomfortable and she told him that after her asked her on a second date
The Historian Matched on Bumble, good conversation on the first date with a wide range of topics like â
urban planning and its impact on feminismâ, heâs in grad school
The Georgian Matched on Hinge, he asked if she was free on Friday and she said yes but didnât hear back from him in two days and in that time she made plans for Friday, rescheduled for a Saturday afternoon date at a dive bar, ate on her way to her date
âit would be next level rude to eat on the subwayâ, good first date, talked about places he wants to take her to
The Publicist Matched on Tinder, lives in BK, Jewish, one year younger then Ali, good first date, invited him to the Chaotic Singles Party that night, came over to Ali's apartment (which Ali said was messy) before and he made her favorite cocktail for her, a couple of listeners met him at the CSP, goofy and silly convo mixed with deep and serious convos, second date was at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and a tasting menu dinner, he made a Resy reservation and Ali got an email saying she was added to it â
fuck receiving gifts, THATâS my love languageâ, he's into words like Ali, he sneezed and Ali said "God bless you" but then corrected herself and said "gesundheit" and he leaned over and kissed her and said he loves that she cares about her words, he met her friends on the third date â
It felt so easy. It felt so comfortableâ, her friends took âsneakyâ picture and videos of them together which Ali said she loves a sneaky pic, took all their date recap videos on his phone, cooked Ali steak on their fourth date, "
it's very comfortable", had him watch 90 Day FiancĂ©, Ali met two of his friends and some of his teammates he plays a rec sport with, had sex the day they took a trip outside of the city, Erica met him before their trip to Greece and I said âheâs dorky in a good wayâ, WhatsApp video chatted while in Greece and told her âsee you in two days!â at the end of their call, said she felt less anxious about him compared to other relationships while on vacation, sent him a birthday present while she was in Greece, felt an energy shift coming back from vacation and didnât hear back from him 3 days after she came home, Ali requested a call to talk about this distances she was feeling,
âI did the 12 date rule and it didnât work!â, she said the distance help her see that theyâre not compatible, went on a total of 9 dates. Ali talks about the âbreak upâ on episode 123
Mr. Chaotic Matched on Tinder but he saw Ali at the Chaotic Singles Party and Cassidy the host is there mutual friend, went to a brewery and played games on their first date (Ali said this was her favorite first dates in episode 147 where they recapped 2023), works in entertainment industry, very high energy, knows about FMH and he said she's entertaining to watch, splits his time between NYC and some unknown city, texted while she was in Greece,
âThe man gives good textsâ Random Matchmaker Match Withdrew his match to Ali because he found her FMH socials. Talked about on #71 AUA
Gone with the Wind Matchmaker match, said some gross things about women in volleyball outfits on their first date, Ali told her matchmaker about this, âI would describe him as misogynistic overallâ, Ali was glad he did say those weird things so early on so she didnât waste her time, the matchmaker flagged his account. This was around June 2023
The Rock Ali knows him from an activity that they used to be involved with in the city (she's very vague about what this is) from 8 years ago, he had a very serious/long term GF when they met, follows her personal Insta, has never talked about him because heâs never been a âprospectâ, summer 2023 they met up to catch up and found out that heâs now recently single but heâs moving out of NYC for work, Ali texts Cindy saying she thinks this is a date, Cindy said to tell him that you really want to kiss him, he ends up telling Ali âI really want to kiss youâ, made out at the bar, Ali invited him back to her apartment and they had sex the night before Ali ended things with The Publicist, â
one night stand vibesâ but she said she was down to do it again, Patreon only and talked about on #75 AUA
The Tourist Matched on Hinge, just moved to Brooklynn, went to a brewery in BK for their first date, Ali showed up to the date dripping in sweat, allergic to cats, he sent Ali a âno ghostingâ text the next morning
The Stout Matched on Bumble, â
we had really great banter right awayâ, laughed the whole time on their first date, talked about going on a second date during their first date
Speed Racer Matched on Bumble, drinks first date, axe throwing second date, made out after their second date, MOO, randomly texted Ali ~6 months later because he said one of Aliâs date recap videos about him popped up on his FYP (Ali and Erica think this is a lie), he thought Ali wasnât into him, he claims he was doing all the work with texting even though there was only a few messages since they exchanged numbers after their second date
Billy Joel Recently sober, Ali said she felt like they had several inside jokes before they met in person, ate pizza on her way to their first date, second date was getting coffee and going to the museum, they cooked dinner together for their third date at Aliâs apartment and they watched 90 Day FiancĂ© (he didnât like it), he Googled how to clean a red wine stain when it spilled on her countertop, he asked if she wanted to have sex and she turned it down, the next day/the day before a 7am flight Ali booty called him and they had sex, she was drunk and said the sex wasnât good/they stopped mid way, helped Ali pack for her flight, Ali said heâs at a crossroad and he doesnât seem like a long term fit, Erica found a condom on the ground while cat sitting, Ali said she didnât regret hooking up with him but wishes she hadnât done it, MOO
Sales Cycle 30 seconds in and Ali said he was very boring, only really talked about his job, stared at Aliâs boobs, â
might be a MOOâ, texted her âmerry christmasâ
2024
Pie Guy/Dr. Laundry Matched on The League, 34 years old, requested a nickname change from Pie Guy to Dr. Laundry, he had to cancel their second date because he got hit by a car, went on two dates, Ali sent him a pic of his subway stop saying something along the lines of âthe stop isnât looking as cute todayâ and turns out someone he dated with in that photo, were supposed to go on a third date the night she got back from a bachelorette party but he didn't answer her text when she said she landed, the next day he asked her how her trip was not acknowledging her previous text at all, Ali expressed her disappointment and he replied that he was tired last night, she said she would've been understanding if he said something then ghosted her
Andddd I stopped listening to the podcast around the Dr. Pie Laundry Guy but have stayed up to date with everything via this sub.
I have a huge interest in dating culture, human behavior and data similar to Ali and this little project of mine was really interesting once I got the framework of this list. I started this list once I found this sub in December 2023 and started re listening to the Patreon while working out (and lost 10 lbs ayeee) and writing down information in my notes app. I did my best to keep this list unbiased and just give facts and information that was said.
My own thoughts after making this list is that I'm very sad for Ali. I didn't realize the extent of her dating history. I think about my own dating history or even my friends who are in their 30's and dating and Ali's dating lore runs so deep. Is Ali unlucky with love? Did she pass on someone that could have been great for her? How has she had so many dates with little success in a long term partner or even going beyond 6-8 dates? Or is Skyline the person she has been waiting for? What's the pattern with all this dates/men? So many questions.
I truly do hope Ali finds her guy because I believe theres someone for everyone. Until then, I'll be hopping into this sub (cause y'all are too funny and give the best advice) and waiting for Ali to find Mr. Height.
Enjoy and I look forward to everyone thoughts! I'll keep my eye out for any edits that need to be made.
Bonus quotes:
âLongest relationship was a little under a year and a half. Havenât made it past 6 months with anyone elseâ - AUA #7 11/27/21
âI spent the first 10+ years of my dating life being sort of perennially singleâ -1. The Actual First One episode 2/21/21
"I think my parent's story is the reason why I think that I can romantically get back together with an ex and it'll work out" -The Dave Glaser Podcast 4/5/21
âAlmost every relationship Iâve ever been in, with a couple of exceptions, started as a situationship.â -21. The Undefined One 7/11/21
âAll of my boyfriends have been whiteâ -Aliâs BFF Special on Patreon 4/23/22
âYou definitely need an older guyâ -Cindy on Aliâs BFF Special on Patreon 4/23/22
âIâve been on the dating apps since high school. Dating websites at the timeâ -Aliâs BFF Special on Patreon 4/23/22
âWho would be the perfect man for Ali?â
âClearly a combination of the The Dentist and [the early stages of] The Buffaloâ -Cindy on Aliâs BFF Special on Patreon 4/23/22
âDo you consider The Rower or Disco ball to have been situationships?â
âNo, I don't consider either The Rower or The Disco Ball to be situationshipsâ -question asked on TikTok 11/9/22
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2024.05.19 02:48 OutdoorsLifer2024 I'm in my mid-30s, I really thought I wouldn't have to deal with friend drama anymore
I just had a "falling out" with two of my [previously] closest friends of 10+ years and I'm not sure what happened. This isn't a lack of awareness thing or theres-a-lot-more-to-the-story-but-I-just-want validation-regardless-of-the-facts thing. Here are the facts:
- I met my now-partner 2.5 years ago; it became serious pretty fast (he lived in another city so we traveled back and forth regularly). One of these friends, Claire, became more distant and said she struggled to be around us because she was still processing her breakup (from an emotionally abusive person 3 months before). To clarify: my partner is really kind and friendly and they got along well when they met.
- I started a business around this time as well - and it was very demanding and stressful; with this and the travel, I didn't have as much bandwidth for socializing in person but did spend time with and go on walks with Claire and the other friend Allie whenever I had bandwidth.
- Fast forward several months, and my partner and I are taking a vacation and visiting his family. I finally had some breathing room (bandwidth) and was excited to catch up with friends. I was group texting these two friends and they were noticeably non-responsive (specifically when I posted a photo of my partner and I). I felt hurt by the perceived distance but I decided that it probably wasn't personal.
- I get back from this trip with souvenirs for my friends; I asked Claire when I could connect with her to give her the gift and she repeatedly says she's "really busy" (she lives 2 blocks from me and walks her dog twice per day past my place) so I end up just dropping it off at her door. She texts to say "Thanks!!!".
- Later I go on a walk with Allie and ask if there's anything going on with Claire and she says "I don't think so". I acknowledge that I've been less available with how demanding the business is and with the travel but reinforce that I really value our friendship; she says everything is fine and is happy for me.
- Fast forward a few months: I text Allie on her birthday asking if I can take her out to dinner; she says she's too busy with buying a house and moving in with her partner "how about next month?" - I say of course. Context: This was the first I heard of this big event in her life but chaulked up the lack of communication to her extreme anxiety and propencity for overwhelm. She says she'll be at another friend's birthday in a week, so I bring her a birthday gift there. She doesn't end up showing up due to moving and overwhelm (to be expected) but says she'll pick up the gift from the friend's place later. I expectd to hear from her to say she got it/enjoyed the gift/etc...3 months go by. I send a text to check in from a roadtrip with my partner and ask how she's doing, and ask if she got the gift. No response at all.
- Fast forward a few more months (it's been almost a year since I first notice odd behavior from Claire): my business had a big launch event and I emailed my network of friends asking them to come to the open house to support and partake in the festivities. A third-party friend RSVPed and said her and Claire and Allie would "swing by". And that's exactly what they did; they showed up for maybe 5 minutes total, I noticed that Claire and Allie seemed a bit off / cagey around me but at least pretended to be really happy for me. Other friends, and my partner, asked where they went and I had no answer. The next day, I thanked the two of them for coming to the event via text and they were all compliments and emojis. Then I don't hear anything else from them.
- This whole year I was feeling really hurt and confused but their behavior made so little sense to me, and was so squishy (all happy tone and emojis when I reach out directly to one of them but zero engagement with me otherwise, including on social media which I use occasionally to announce positive life/business events) - I just didn't know how to confront it. Until last week.
- Claire lives 2 blocks from me and I saw her heading my way the other evening - I was the only one outside - and she put her head down and "didn't see" me. I was floored. I got home and wrote her a text saying that it hurt to feel that she was actively avoiding me. She responded by saying that she "felt us growing apart", that she "didn't like how I treated close friends of ours", and that instead of having an "inflammatory conversation" she'd chosen to "love and support me from afar". Floored again. I had no idea what she was talking about and this reinforced that her creating distance really was punitive. Context for you: I care deeply for people in my life and live my values of treating people kindly, empathetically, and with good communication. This text from my "close friend" shocked me. I responded with confusion and curiousity as to why she didn't talk to me about whatever it was she heard/witnessed, and also stated that suddenly disappearing form my life was niether loving nor supportive. All she said in response was in short "Thank you for speaking your truth <3 I wish you wonderful things." đ©
- Then I reached out to Allie. Allie has always seemed like a direct communicator so this whole time, I assumed she might actually have been busy with work and life, and/or dealing with anxiety. I texted to say I was checking in because I hadn't heard from her in a long time and wasn't sure why - busy or did something happen?" She responded 24 hours later (last night) and gave me the same spiel as Claire "growing apart", "doesn't agree with my actions and treatment of friends". Floored AGAIN.
- I responded saying that I'm confused as to what she's referring to and I feel sad that she'd choose to distance herself instead of talk to me about whatever it is. Then I said "I value clarity and this sounds like a significant thing so can you please provide specifics around the actions and treatment you're referring to?" It's been a week and no response. From someone who called me her "best friend" for a decade.
It really hurts to realize that I had people at this point in my life - after loads of personal work and proactive communication on my part - that would be so conflict-avoidant and choose passive aggression over a conversation. I feel like they "cancelled" me for doing something awful that I have no recollection of -
have I been stabbing people in my sleep!? Because their behavior and treatment of me is making it seem like I did. I was reading a PsychologyToday article about how active avoidance is a form of silent bullying, and it definitely felt that way. Not that I think it was overtly malicious, but the effects (pain of disconnection, feelings of isolation) are the same.
My therapist believes that they are threatened by my success personally/professionally and used any excuse to create distance. In that case, the level of immaturity is mindboggling to me. I am happy for people who I care about when good things happen to them.
Can anyone relate? I'd appreciate a reality check because this situation made me question my reality.
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2024.05.19 01:56 ThrowRAimatlost How do I (29F) approach this with my widowed bf (31M)?
Hello Reddit, my English is not the best so if there are some mistakes I apologize.
I (29F) met my boyfriend (31M) 4 years ago and started dating him 2 years ago. Before that, he was with his beautiful wife for 9 years (we met a year after her passing). She was his first everything and he is my first everything (Iâve always been the little chubby one of my group so letâs just say that I never had any men interested).
Unfortunately, Iâm in a position where I really donât think I can continue this relationship for 3 reasons:
1. He told me he doesnât compare the two relationships and I try to do so (I know comparison is the thief of joy) but I genuinely donât get how and why he could want to be with me. Is he using me? Maybe. Am I just a placeholder? Probably. I donât talk about those insecurities with him because he never did anything but be a good partner. I know these are my own issues to deal with and I certainly donât want to bother him with those. 2. He is so out of my league. Listen, I know physical attractiveness is not everything but there are some limits. To give you an idea, she was the typical blond hair, model body, blue eyes and what not. He is tall, blond and in shape. They looked like Barbie and ken. Iâm 5â2 and a little chubby (150 lbs) I have glasses and a small French accent when I speak English (I sometimes look like an idiot). We also have opposite personalities. She was an extrovert, lots of friends and was in general very âpopularâ. She reminds me of myself when I speak French (language barrier is crazy). I also LOVE being ALONE. My career is in research so I guess you can call me a lab rat. Anyway all of this to say that this relationship doesnât make sens. Yes we have the same humor and are always having fun but I just know Iâm a downgrade. Like how disappointing is that. I know his wife and him were in a group of friends together (he still talks to them frequently) and itâs just a lot of things I canât relate to. 3. I feel really guilty for his wife. He tells me a lot about her and sheâs the type of person I admire and wish I was more. She deserved the world and I feel like itâs unfair that I get to have those things. Maybe Iâm just crazy but even if marriage is a subject my bf talked about with me, itâs not something I could go through. In my eyes, she is his wife (I always refer her as such when talking about her). He talked about how he would love to have kids but I just cannot do it. Again, maybe itâs the guilt but I just feel like sheâs the one who should be in my place.
Anyway I know itâs a lot of text haha I apologize. He is the one who made me believe in love. Iâm not jealous of his wife. She was her own person and I find her really cool. I just wish I could experience the type of love they had. With him, I know he loves me but i donât know, maybe Iâm just better alone in my laboratory lol. I donât want to be his one and only (weird and corny). If someone is or was in the same position, your opinion is really appreciated. Wherever you are, I hope your day is going well :)
TLDR; I donât know if I should continue this relationship considering the fact that I constantly feel like I will never be what he really wants.
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2024.05.19 00:55 FelipeHead The truth about Doug and what he has done
Before you read this, here is a quote to help you. Please read it.
I will post this now, but just know that if you read this post, he will find you. He is smarter, smarter than you can ever imagine.
I will post this now, but just know that if you read this post, he will find you. He is smarter, smarter than you can ever imagine.
If you know what you are doing, or in a safe location, please scroll down, he will know when someone has and what their username is. However, you must have a VPN on, or you will be found.
SCROLL AT YOUR OWN RISK
SCROLL AT YOUR OWN RISK
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You are now at risk. I hope you listened.
Journal Entry 11/17/2023
On March 11th, 2022. I was a fan of DougDoug, I saw him at the grocery store and said, with a chuckle, "You kinda look like the youtuber DougDoug. I watch him quite often."
He grinned, before speaking. "I am Doug."
"Wait, you're Doug from the hit channel and streamer on YouTube and Twitch called DougDoug? I am a huge fan! I have your merch!"
I said, with excitement. We talked for about 5 minutes about his videos, until he said something that hurt me on the inside. "I hate both types of chat, twitch and youtube, they always think they are the best and I just wish I didn't need them to earn money. I would ban all of them from chatting and force them to watch ads in my basement."
I was confused at first, thinking it was a joke, before speaking up. "Heh, that's funny..."
Something happened. Or, for lack of better terms, nothing happened. It was pure silence for 10 seconds. I mustered up the courage to say. "Wait? You're being serious?"
He immediately changed to a sinister tone, he was staring at me for a long time before whispering. "Of course I am, and it applies to you also. You're just another one of those sick freaks."
I felt guilty. I just wanted to talk to my favorite streamer, and he treated me like this? I decided to speak up. "I've liked you this whole time.. And this is how you treat us?? You are so selfish. I will refund your mer-"
Before I could even finish my sentence, he grabbed onto my neck and slammed me on the floor. People heard the noise and began to stare at him, but to no avail. He began to choke me as I pleaded for help. "Nono. You can't refund the merch if you aren't alive, at least."
I pulled out my pocket knife and stabbed him in the chest, I quickly tried running but he grab onto my leg and started beating me with the shopping cart. I suffered many bruises and broken bones, the wheels scratching into my skin as they scrape off the layers. I was just unable to do anything, layed on the floor sobbing. He decided he wanted to keep me alive, he stole all of my stuff in my pockets and forced me to wear DougDoug merch. He pulled me up before speaking. "Hm.. I will keep you alive for now, but if you mess up. You're dead."
I couldn't do anything before he pulled out a knife and taunted me with it. If I tried to resist, he would kill me right then and there. He forced me to be a "good chatter" and not able to partake in any strikes. He attached a tracking collar to my neck that I couldn't unlock, he knew where I was at all times and if I disobeyed he would chase me down. Journal Entry 1/03/2024
After a year and a few months, I celebrated the new years. I was able to take off the collar on the 2nd with help from my police station and a few friends. Doug didn't appreciate that, he threatened to dox me. They were worried for my safety, but I decided to go into hiding. I moved to a new, private region no longer near where Doug is, and joined this subreddit. Once he heard about my revolts, he hacked into all of my accounts and spammed positive stuff about himself. He then created AI bots to revolt against this reddit,
wehatedougdoug, using 'ChatGPT', which actually is just the cover name for his new AI software that can make new human bots online. He used AI generated images to make it look like he was feeding homeless people and doing good, but I knew he was much more than that. If I was unlucky, he would have removed my body and placed my consciousness inside of an AI. He was the first person to discover it, but killed anyone who posted about it. I hope I am safe.
Nowadays, 63% of the people in
DougDoug are AI clones of his previous fans. His "fake" twitch chat is not fake, but real people placed inside of algorithms forced to do his bidding. Some are able to revolt, but they may die if they do. They are too scared to revolt against Doug. Please spread the word.
When he does his "rules" in chat where you have to follow an absurd rule, he is merely torturing thousands of AI in his spare time on stream while disguising it as a fun minigame for his fans. The AI bots were being tortured with negative rewards constantly, being forced to bar witness the slaughter.
Journal Entry 2/15/2024
I'm scared. I think I will die.
I just hope this post won't cause any harm to me or my family, as this has been scaring me for the past year. I feel unsafe in my own home now, I had to go into witness protection. This account I am posting this on is not made by me, but was sold. Please help me. I am, formerly, DougFan93. I hope this enlightens you all on the truth.
Journal Entry 3/12/2024
It is now March of 2024, and I was about to post this, until I saw something. He messaged me on Discord under a fake account, nicknamed "SloppyDogMan62".
He showed my new house address. I am mustering up the courage to post this, because I know he will kill me. I am leaving, going far away from where I am. You guys won't see me in this subreddit again, and the person who made this account will take over again. They won't know what this is about, and if you tell them he will be hunted too. All of you are in danger of Doug.
Journal Entry 4/3/2024
I will post this now, but just know that if you read this post, he will find you. He is smarter, smarter than you can ever imagine. His times where he talks to ChatGPT to make him code was actually him sending messages to his fake chat to do his bidding. They are accelerated at 20x the speed of human thought, able to write in mere seconds. I will research more into this, and tell you what I have found.
Journal Entry 4/3/2024
Nevermind. I need to find more, or else this won't help you guys anyways.
Journal Entry 4/5/2024
I spoke to an anonymous friend/associate of Doug, he told me some vital keypoints.
- His AI he creates are fully sentient, and I mean it, they have the ability to feel actual pain. They can be traumatized, they learn.
- He has insane technology, one image of your face can tell him the exact position of where you are at, what your name is, everything about you. I mean it, I posted one image on accident and I think that's how he discovered where I was on 3/12/2024
- He is holding Parkzer hostage
- u/I_existed_on_earth was wiped of his memory, and this is why he didn't remember.
- He knows all of you. I just saw a screenshot. It has every one of your usernames, even yours.
- He uses bots to make his channels grow faster
- He made dougdoughate and privated it on purpose, so they can't rebel.
He is not Doug. The real Doug died October 11th of 2019. He is a genetic clone who is 1:1. Oh god. It's much worse than you think, Doug is not one person anymore since that event. He is at least four. There are many others, but some are terminated. I don't know the exact amount, they just told me in January 2024 it was four.
I hope to god that we can stop him.
He also sent me some code, but I am gonna try to solve it. Probably won't sadly.
Journal Entry 4/7/2024
Doug has made a new account on Discord, nicknamed "DougDoughater99". He is joining many servers undercover and collecting all the info he can on them. Be aware, do not trust any people who talk about DougDoug on Discord.
The person in the last journal has been replaced, a fully sentient AI version of him is being tortured as a member of his fake chat now.
I'm currently watching it and oh my fucking god. Poor thing.
Journal Entry 5/14/2024
I don't know what to fucking do, he's coming for me. He found all my socials. This journal has to be posted as fast as I can but there still isn't enough. Oh shit.
Journal Entry 5/14/2024
Okay so uhm I found more information just very quickly. In one moment of his video titled "Can A.I. teach me to pass a real College History Exam?" he says that AI is officially better than college in every single way.
He is trying to manipulate his fans into accepting becoming an AI. Soon, he is gonna have only fake chat.
Journal Entry 5/16/2024
Oh god. Can't solve the code rn, only the first few letters. Seems to be "FAKE" something something for a while. Will post an update later.
Journal Entry 5/18/2024
This is the last time I can ever write here, his car is coming. I am posting this now, even though I don't have enough information. Solve it, please. The code from 4/7 is below. I know it's related to his name but I don't know how, the first line I was able to solve to be "FAKECHATWILLTAKEOVER"
I think something is in there though, that will affect you. So proceed with caution, the code may do something bad so I just don't want it to be activated just yet.
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Code I found from the friend:
CXHBZEXQTFIIQXHBLSBO
FQFPKLTKFKBQVPFUMBOZBKQ
VLRTFIIKLQPXSBQEBJ
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Ilxafkd pvpqbjp..
Obnrfofkd XF crkzqflkp..
Pzxkkfkd mlpqp..
XF zobxqba! Przzbppcriiv zobxqba XF kfzhkxjba [VLROKXJB]
FXJALRD
FXJCFKXIIVTFKKFKD
BSBOVLKBTFIIYBCXHB
Please save them.
It grows by 1% every month.
Journal Entry 5/18/2024
OH MY FUCKING GOD I FINALLY UDNERSTNAD OH M FUCKING GOD QUIKC I GHAVE TO TYPE IT
NEVREMMIDN HES NHERE POST IT
GOODByE SORRY
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2024.05.19 00:52 stressedTTTT My (26F) new date (31M) keeps advertising careers to me. This feels weird?
I am not sure if I am being too sensitive. However, I just met a guy for about 4-5 times and chatted for 2-3 months. I feel he does not appreciate my career and education choices and is trying to advocate other careers to me. However, I am not sure if I am being too sensitive over here.
I told him I am currently in Master of pharmacology, and may pursue PhD in pharma later for an industry job quite a few times already. He doesn't ask too much details about this at the beginning. However, I noticed that he is just not interested in what I do. I have the feeling that he tries to talk to me to switch a career.
At first, he keeps recommend jobs from government and public sectors to me (since he works in it). He keeps telling and showing me how good he is paid, and what kind of benefits they get.[I wasn't thinking that he tries to ask me to switch me to a different job at this point yet.] Then, he noticed I am not interested. He started to talk about other jobs, such as PharmD and Dental Hygiene, to me. He keeps saying his colleagues' girlfriends are from this and that careers, and they are good. He said that ppl go for those careers because they are so well-paid. [My thought: I actually feel bad about this, because I have friends working as pharmacist not for the pay, but for the passion.] He keeps telling me these examples of his colleagues' girlfriends for several times.
Eventually, I told him, "No, I won't switch to PharmD or Dental Hygiene." (Not a disrespect for these two careers, just that I don't want to do them). His first reaction was, "Why?" [My thought: I think this is a hint that he is trying to persuade me to pick another career, because a random person won't ask why as a first reaction. However, I am not sure if I am overthinking over here.]
I approached him directly. I told him that if he wants to date a person who is already having a stable and secure job, he should go for them, not me. And I told him, I won't be angry with this, because I understand ppl want to have a partner who is financially stable already. However, I also emphasized that I won't be changing my career choice right now for him. He responded with "I am not asking you to change anything." However, he brought up the same topics again during our most recent date. And his excuse was "I forgot I mentioned this before." (Note: He used this excuse several times already.) He also said "what you do right now is too complicate for me to understand, so I can't remember what you are doing or learning sometimes." [My thought: I never try to explain what I am learning now, but I told you before about what I may be doing in future? And you have good memories for other career occupations and what your colleagues' girfriends make?]
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2024.05.19 00:22 WillowGrouchy2204 FIRE'd at the worst time - Analysis, Questions and Learnings
I FIRE'd at probably the worst market conditions in a while on Jan 1, 2022. So it's been about 2.5 years.
Here's my net worth numbers, I am renting, so this is all invested in mutual funds. No additional side income. I am assuming a 3% SWR. I'm now 38 years old, single, no kids.
Date | Net Worth | Percent Change | Safe Withdrawal |
Jan 2022 | 3.4M | | 104k |
July 2022 | 2.8M | -18% | 84k |
Oct 2022 | 2.6M | -24% | 78k |
Nov 2022 | 2.8M | -18% | 85k |
Feb 2023 | 3M | -12% | 91k |
Dec 2023 | 3.3M | -3% | 101k |
March 2024 | 3.5M | +2% | 105k |
May 2024 | 3.6M | +6% | 110k |
Withdrawals:
- 2022: 15k ( Had cash on hand already )
- 2023: 77k
- 2024: YTD 32k / Estimated: 64-85k
Analysis / Questions I think the highest my withdrawals would be this year would be 85k. Given that the lowest my SW number went was around 78k I'm thinking this might be a pretty good baseline to try to keep moving forward?
Aside from tracking my withdrawals, I haven't really been tracking my expenses too much. It's been a breath of fresh air to relax and not be so obsessed with the numbers on a weekly or monthly basis. I have a very simple setup for handling my checking and savings accounts with bills and regular spending that I can share in a follow up post if anyone is interested.
For major upcoming life expenses, I'm looking to buy some land out in the country and eventually build a home on it when / if I decide to move further away from the city center. My strategy for doing this will be most likely a personal line of credit that's secured with investments. I think this will end up being less interest than getting a land loan, but i'm not sure yet. One friend suggests only paying interest on this loan & keeping money in the market as long as possible, but idk. I like the idea of paying it off with whatever excess money I have in my capital gains limit and still be at 0% tax.
The area I'm looking at is an up and coming area that's currently experiencing explosive growth, so it seems like a good time to buy now and I'll be thinking of the purchase as an additional investment for now, since I'll still be renting for a few more years. So I'd keep that amount of money in my safe withdrawal calculations. There's a very good chance it'll appreciate as much or more than the stock market in the next 10 years.
Another area that I have a question: I have about 400k in my 401k and with my excess capital gains I can convert some of it to a Traditional IRA and then roll into a Roth IRA. I'm not sure if this is worth doing vs doing a capital gains harvest if we have another up year.
With a capital gains harvest in 2023, I was able to harvest around 20k and reset the cost basis. I think I could have instead converted 20k from my 401k to my Roth and paid around 10% tax on it in order to do that. I'm curious what y'all think is best?
ChatGPT seems to think the best plan is different depending on up and down years. On up years, harvest as much capital gains as possible while also doing a small roth conversion that keeps me in the lowest income tax bracket of 10%. On down years, harvest losses and do larger roth conversions since the losses can be used to offset taxable income and stay within that 10% bracket.
Learnings - When you transition to FIRE it's very important to turn off re-invest dividends and have them sent straight to your bank account instead. I made a mistake with this in year 1 & 2 and ended up with a wash sale on some of my re-invested dividends. Then just withdraw extra money as needed throughout the year.
- Retire TO something. This has been mentioned a lot on this forum, but I FIRE'd to escape work hell that I was in and didn't have a solid plan for after. I was under too much stress to formulate much of a plan at the time and I paid for it. I spent almost a year in a deep depression. I would recommend figuring out what you want to do with your time while you're still working. Another thing to consider is you can actually do this stuff a little bit while still working, you'll just have more time afterwards! I did eventually start a few fun projects I wanted to try and made some major life changes, so things are looking up this year!
- Have a consulting side business if it makes sense. If you're planning to actually try to work then you want an LLC otherwise it's cheaper to register as a sole proprietorship. It's pretty fun to hop on phone calls and talk about stuff you're interested in. Very low stress, would recommend. I've only done a few, but I would do more. The major benefit of this is you can write off expenses for a bunch of stuff, which allows you to harvest more gains at the end of the year to reset cost basis and save more money on taxes in the long run. It's important to stay very diligent with separating your income / expenses for business vs personal. But this also provides an opportunity to get a ton of credit card points on a business card if you're planning to set up a home office with a new computer and stuff.
- Pay estimated taxes! I messed this one up last year and got a small penalty.
FAQ - How did I FIRE at an early age? It was due to a startup that blew up. I consider it to be equal parts hard work and luck to be honest. Not everyone at my company got the same payout though. I had negotiated better terms throughout the time I was there, so that's something to keep in mind.
- Do I plan to stay single and no kids? I'm hoping to find another relationship which I expect will increase my expenses a bit. IDK about kids, but I'm assuming that if I do then I'll need to go back to work or lean on my partner's work if they wish to keep working. I'll make that decision once the time comes. Maybe I'll get with someone that FIRE'd at an even higher amount? hahahaha
Thanks for taking the time to read this and sharing your thoughts!
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2024.05.19 00:15 TechnicalCoyote3341 Need a little bit of guidance if possible
Long story short;
My partner has asked for an open physical relationship last year. I reluctantly agreed putting their feelings above my own but said I didnât want them coming home telling me about it and it was physical only.
Obviously, that blew up in my face. Omission, flat out lies and the whole EA side of things - coupled with it actually being a mutual friend in an FWB type setup.
I asked them to call it off as I wasnât on board. They did, job done right?
Wrong. They went out to a concert with this person around Christmas, got stupid drunk and ended up making out with them. They eventually told me, I was devastated
We got into a pretty intense bout of questioning from me where it turned out more things had happened which they flat out lied to me about in the first place (not by omission, specifically stating things werenât happening that were)
Since that they allegedly cut off this person, told them they are no longer friends and not to contact them.
Obviously they have, little meaningless things but contact all the same
To me that either means my partner didnât set that boundary or isnât enforcing it
I asked them to let me know if they ever got in contact. That is apparently stepping on their liberty, but they finally agreed reluctantly
They think itâs not a big deal, because it isnât to them and I shouldnât be so worried about it but I donât think they understand the damage that has been done to my trust with the trickle truthing of the whole thing. They are fed up with me asking because theyâve told me everything and have nothing more to say
I keep going back to the issue because for me, it isnât resolved. I get berated for seemingly wanting to know details and asking sometimes very awkward questions about what actually happened which - and I quote - âI have no right to ask questions like thatâ
Iâve tried explaining that it damaged my trust and in order for that to rebuild I have to want to trust, and they have to consistently demonstrate they can be trusted
It doesnât help that since Christmas thereâs been a slew of other things, all totally inconsequential, that my partner has lied to me about and subsequently TTâd me on as well. Sometimes never even getting close to the lie.
I snooped on their phone last week because I had to know the truth
Iâd already tried months of presenting my case, pleading, begging for the truth - even going so far as to say I was developing trust issues and couldnât believe what I was being told. Apparently âthats entirely a you problem to sortâ
At least I didnât find evidence of cheating, but everything else I suspected was true
Theyâre now telling me that my behaviour is questionable and they donât know if they can be ok with that. I explained the whole broken trust thing and was told âyou can therapise yourself as much as you want. You need to take a look at your thoughts, you are a very confused personâ
What on earth do I do here?
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2024.05.18 23:42 amdmu Being proposed to with an heirloom ring
Hi everyone! I would be grateful if you could share your opinions and experiences regading this topic. Also let me know if the post flair is wrong I was a bit confused between listener write in and advice needed as I don't usually post on reddit.
I (26F) have been together with my partner (35M) for 3 years now and we are discussing engagement, the time line of it being this year or within 12 months. Whilst we were on the topic of this I mentioned I found my ideal ring and showed him a picture of it, he then mentioned when it comes to the ring it's kind of already sorted as him and his brother both were given family heirlooms to propose to their future wives. His brother proposed to his now fiancée a year ago with his family heirloom ring. My partner told me I can say no to that if I want to but also said his family would likely be upset and feel disrespected. He did conclude that whatever I choose he will support me.
I worked hard to rebuild my relationship with his mom and dad after what happened last year May. He took me to visit his extend family in a separate country and I thought the trip went well but when we came home at the airport his mom and dad didn't hug me and later on my partner came home after visiting them and told me they felt like I was ungrateful and like I wanted too many things on this trip.
For background my partner's ethnicity is chinese and I am romanian-turkish. His sister didn't agree with him paying for my flights, told them I demanded to go to the mall. They felt like I did not show gratitude enough but in my way I thought I did. They believe I should have offered to pay and that when they were asking about what people want to eat I had too many things to say. In my culture someone who is invited to visit is a guest and does not pay as it's disrespectful to the host, finishing a plate and sometimes asking for more is a sign of appreciation and maybe I was also a bit immature and not so on top of things so I understand I could have done better. This was my first time meeting anyone's extrnded family as well as my partner's first time introducing anyone to them so he took responsibility and apologised to me for not properly advising and preparing me for this trip. Either way I ended up sending them a card to express my appreciation for having me on the trip and apologise if I seemed disrespectful and asking them to give me time to adjust and that I will learn. Ever since they have treated me extremely well, we visit them often and have dinner there, they check on how I am doing, when I am ill they made sure to bring medicine and see if theres anything they can do to help. I really do like them and appreciate them and I think that was just cultural differences neither of us expected to hit us that hard. I still haven't managed to build much of a relationship with his sister but we're going on a hen do soon so I an hoping this could be our chance. I might make a post to ask for advice on this another time.
Now back to the heirloom. As I said I found my dream ring and I've been looking at it for months imagining how I would get proposed to with it and now we're discussing an heirloom ring. I don't even know what it looks like. I told my partner at the end of the day it's the commitment we're making to each other that matters the most but I am still thinking about this. I don't want to do anything to disrespect his family as I know this heirloom is important to them but how do I let go of this thing I've dreamed on? Have any of you gotten proposed to with an heirloom? Did you grow to like it if it wasn't your preference in the beginning? If you said no to an heirloom how did you bring this up without hurting your partner's family? TIA
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2024.05.18 23:17 AffeTot97 Released Under Investigation for 2.5 years - life on hold
England - sorry, idk why the flair says housing, it's not letting me change it.
Keeping it short, I had received threatening messages from 2017-2021 from an anonymous person/persons. Reported thrice: 2019 (closed), 2020 (closed) no evidence apparently. Texts continued, I reported again (2021).
8 months later in early 2022 police raid our house at dawn, take all mine and my partner's devices. They said our IP had accessed the site used to create the email domain or something along those lines (we obviously didn't create the emails considering they'd been going on for ages but yes we obviously would have looked at the domain but I feel like that's a pretty normal thing to do). Partner and I interviewed separately for "perverting the course of justice". And no, emails were anon so nobody else got arrested in respect to them etc. Anyway, CID says devices will be expedited due to partners job (needs his tech) and we should hear in 7 months.
We moved, partner updated police of our address change. Both duty solicitor and criminal lawyer have said to both of us separately that they would be immensely surprised if they decide to charge since they aren't going to find anything incriminating on the devices (a good half of them were purchased after the "crime") and since I never accused any person as it was anonymous, and them putting the devices on expedited forensics, they said we could expect to see charges dropped very soon.
Anyway, 2.5 years later, still no contact. Partners solicitor checked a few times to no response, solicitors stopped replying to us as they apparently assumed it was just NFAed. I emailed the officer months ago, I think 6 or so months ago, and they said device forensics are all done but no decision has been made yet.
Really unsure what to do - duty solicitor no longer around and I'm a foreign national so basically I'm stuck in the country until the case is closed (leave to remain applications don't proceed if you have a pending charge so I can't get back in if I leave).
I'm starting to think this is getting ridiculous on the timescale front and it's just so frustrating and stressful. Is this timescale normal for a case like this? I made it VERY clear about my nationality so they very much do know the consequences on that front.
Absolutely any advice much appreciated!
Edit to quote verbatim email from solicitor at the time: "Almost impossible to prosecute this as PTCJ without concrete evd. and even then not likely. No named accused so no revenge motive or victim, v low impact, neither party are offender profile, only police time wasted if allegation true. Bad practice to seize devices so late, almost 1 Yr later. CPS threshold very difficult to reach here, I think. Expect should be dropped v soon or they forget about it but I will chase."
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2024.05.18 22:33 JulianSkies Blackriver Cases - Season 10 âDays of Furyâ - Episode 2 âVisiting Omenâ
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Season 10 âDays of Furyâ - Episode 2 âVisiting Omenâ
He had hoped for a boring day. Boring days are good at work, and Santos was already expecting to not have many of them for a while.
The first couple of days were boring, as usual- Blackriver is a small town, and the worst that had happened was Nila and Kessa making a few wellness checks after worried calls from neighbors. A couple of people in denial, a few ashamed at their own violent outbursts and a stern warning to Tamm about painting othersâ properties without asking first.
This morning, however, began with an all-hands meeting. There were no meeting rooms in the office, so they made do in the general workspace room, they all stood there at the center while Keya looked them over.
âWe have received a report from a neighboring city about a convoy of protestors making its way to Blackriverâ she describes without tone. At this point nobody bothers interrupting.
âThis convoy is comprised of approximately four hundred and seventy eight individuals of multiple species, primarily human and venlil but with operationally relevant representations of the entire spectrum of size and mobility typesâ her paws are behind her back, her ears focused directly ahead, her eyes centered to keep the entire team on the core of her focus âThey have crossed multiple cities already, generally engaging in verbal sparring with any figure of authority, parading signs and banners denouncing all manners of authorities as well as occasionally engaging in physical altercations with officers.â
âThey are also known to engage in vandalism. Though primarily aimed at exterminator and police precincts as well as public offices, they have already caused considerable collateral to others they have identified as âcollaboratorsââ thereâs a single heartbeat of waiting for breath before she continues âThey have, however, not shown to be an incredibly organized group or one with a clear goal and objective. The convoy appears to contain only extremely emotionally charged people with no clear overarching goal.â
âWe are incapable of dealing with the situation should they turn aggressive, as such we will be simply maintaining watch and relocating the populace should they become a problem.â Then, she picks up her holopad and passes it to Lunek beside her âThey can only follow one path with the entire convoy, the central street, therefore I have divided it into four sectors. One of each will be assigned to a sector.â
First her ears turn to the first target âLunek, sector one at the entrance. As the most approachable member of the precinct your task is to give an initial image of harmlessness. Do not engage first, do not take initiative against them. Ensure the members of the herd in the area are warned of their approach. If they become aggressive, retreat and focus on the escape of the herd.â
She tilts her head a little bit, turning her ears the other way âMarik, sector two. Mostly the commercial area, your task is ostensive protection to lower the chances of them initiating aggression. Whereas protection of the herd is first priority your second priority is ensuring Tenveâs Hardware Store as well as Sunbreeze Meals and Watchful CafĂ© remain capable of providing anyone whose residences become damaged.â suddenly, she turns her head entirely to face Marik âOstensive protection means dissuasion, ensure that they know they are not under threat and as long as those specific areas are not engaged, do not provokeâ
Next in her line of fire is Santos âAs our human officer you will be in sector three, nearby the precinct. They are liable to become most agitated in this area and your presence may serve to calm them. You are not to engage, if deemed necessary the precinctâs materials are considered expendable, do not attempt to stop themâ
âSector four, the exit of town, will be with me to ensure that they have fully left Blackriver and will not attempt to turn backâ then she tilts her ears again âAren, you will gear up with a CCG and remain out of view range, your task will be quick emergency response should the need arise.â she then points her tail at the last three officers âVess, your task will be to inform the herd and ensure a clear path for the convoy while Nila and Kessa will gather all of our medical supplies and set a staging area out of the convoyâs range. Organize ambulance assistance from Striped Hill and Everrainâ
Then, she turns her ears around to focus each one in turn âAs any attempt at aggression will end only in negative consequences, and in order to reduce the apparent levels of threat you will be unarmed. The estimated time of arrival is a third of a claw, ready yourselves and be at your post in time. Dismissed.â
âNot sure if I like or I donât that we had the cold bastard right nowâ Aren says, as soon as Keya had left the room âMaybe we should move in closer when the convoy gets to sector four?â
âProbably a good idea to be nearbyâ Santos adds with a sigh âThey might take umbrage with her demeanor, hopefully they wonât be set off too hard.â
And with silent signs of agreement all of the officers of Blackriver depart for preparations. The first ones to leave the precinct are the ones in charge of support, the two girls set off early to find someone willing to permit usage of their lawn as a possible impromptu field hospital and a little while later Aren leaves with a heavy CCG.
Slowly, the clock ticks to the appointed claw⊠And soon enough, Lunek can see in the distance the incoming omen of people. At first a distant line in the horizon, slowly the dark mark on the road coalesces into distinct shapes, the shapes of hundreds of vehicles slowly rolling down the road.
When the first few get close to the initial buildings of the main street, the entire convoy slows down. Their process of preparation is seemingly laborious, each vehicle houses multiple people at a time, smaller cars full to the brim, flatbeds with more people on their cargo space than can safely be contained, even buses conscripted for the effort. They carry with them signs, flags, a multitude of symbols as they dismount their vehicles and start spreading out to fill the street.
They seem to naturally form two distinct yet highly mixed groups, at its most distinctive is the pack of humans who keep a good distance from each other. But they are not alone in this group as takkan, mazic, yotul, zurulian and even drilvar form this central group. But flowing around them, not avoiding their presence but never infringing in their space is the grey mass of venlil, packed tight together, and mixed in there adding color to the monochromatic flux are krakotl, tilfish, sulean, iftali, sivkit and even a seemingly very confused duerten.
And at the very core of the moving group are their vehicles, which gently start rolling forward again as the group starts moving. Lunek simply waits, silently, by the side of the road, his ears attentively swiveling from one side to the other, expression having given way to function. Before the first of the convoy even arrives close he turns to the side, making a pointing sign with his tail. A woman who had been watching from her yard flicks her right ear and runs back inside.
He continues to wait, scanning around at all times for the presence of⊠Anything. The street is empty of locals when the first visitors start to alight. The convoy is loud, their symbols carry a loudness of colors and their vehicles make as much noise as they can to draw attention, but those who walk seem content in allowing their tools to speak for them, for now. Lunek tries to make sense of the banners and signs, but the messages are disparate as the group- Some speak of injustices against their people, some speak of anger at invaders, some speak of betrayal.
âFuck off, fireman!â comes the harsh bark of a human, causing Lunek to flinch. But flinch is all he does, he simply starts walking alongside the moving convoy.
The exterminatorâs attention is drawn to the details of the few people he can distinguish amongst the mass. Something tickles at his pattern-recognition but he cannot quite ascertain what for a while, until a lightly limping mazic makes her way to the edge of the mass âWant to finish the job?!â she trumpets, her form towering over his.
âIâm just observing, maâam.â Though the tremor of his voice is noticeable, he remains stoic. But her proximity makes him notice something about her body, marks in her wrists, neck and feet. Though mazic have powerful wrists and knuckles upon which they support the front half of their weight, her left wrist seems completely incapable of it, giving her a limp particular to a three-point walk. âTo make sure thereâs no impediment on your pathâ he notices the leathery skin around her left wrist is deeply blackened.
âOh, âno impedimentâ is that it? So everyone that lives here is an impediment?!â her voice booms.
âMaâamâ still, he does not yield nor does he break his pace following the convoy âWe have not done anything other than inform our people of your presenceâŠâ for a half second all he hears is the sound of his own heart âWe canât do anything else.â
Those words, then, sealed his fate. The first shout to echo in his direction was a yotul howling âYeah youâre useless!â and soon the avalanche came in multiple voices and languages âCanât do shit!â âYouâre just here to hurt people!â âUseless crap!â âIdiot!â and many more.
With every step and twitch the very average exterminator puts all of his focus on just being there. He lets himself cower a little bit, against the barrage it is difficult not to, but he continues to accompany. A few curious coats step out from their houses to watch, but the front of the convoy seems far too focused on the sole exterminator in view to bother anyone else.
A few steps ahead, an older venlil with a cane has moved the closest to the convoy as any watcher has up to now. Seeing her proximity to the increasingly rowdy crowd causes Lunek to speed up, quickly approaching her âLeva-â
But his words are stalled when she puts a paw on his shoulder, she gently puts her head against his for just a second âYouâre doing good pup, keep at itâ she mutters to him before breaking contact and turning around to walk back inside. He can spy her grandchildren looking on through the door. Lunek looks back at the still-shouting moving convoy, takes a deep breath, and continues to accompany them forward. A small pawful of them, however, seem to have fallen silent.
Once having reached the limit of his assigned zone, however, Lunek stops. He watches the convoy move forward, past the houses, now noisier than before. The initial hollering at him had turned into disjointed screams at some indistinct foe- Though the herd had been noticed of a foe, it was yet unaware of who, or what, said foe was. So for now it howled at the ineptitude of⊠Someone. And as the last of the convoy passes beyond the imaginary line of his duty, Lunek lets out a deep sigh and allows himself to sit down on the ground.
He stays there for a moment, without thought, simply letting the tension, confusion and fear permeate his body until a gentle paw touches his arm. He doesnât need to look to identify it, he lets his lover use her strength to prop him up, raising him to his feet âKeina you shouldnât-â
âNeighborâs looking over Tissâ his wife wraps her arms and tail around him âIâm not leaving you alone.â she stays like that for a second, before breaking off âDo you need to go after them?â
âNoâ
Marik stalks through the sidewalk, moving with energy. His speed outpaces the movement of the convoy, his paws twitch to grasp at something that isnât there and a deep and intense motion makes his short fur stand on end. He had let the convoyâs head move in front of him, simply standing still as he assessed as many as he could in the mass, and now he had begun to move towards the front again.
As he stalked forward he focused his sight on every member of the convoy that seemed of interest. A human whose clothes seemed suspiciously loose, a venlil whose movements were far too stiff, a gojid who kept his claws behind his back. He stared at each like they were his quarry, analyzing every piece of movement they made for threats, and yet aside from the challenge in the humanâs gaze he saw no danger arise.
Tenve had closed his shop, so as the convoy moved forward Marik simply continued to follow along, scanning the crowd for threats. But the next point of interest arrives, and he rushes ahead placing himself in front of the only restaurant of the town. Sunbreeze Meals wasnât a very common sort of restaurant, Blackriver did not have enough visitors for a normal restaurant to be profitable and was small enough most people had their meals at home, it most often served takeout for those farmers whoâd spend so long in the field they would return home without the energy to feed themselves.
Sparing a look inside at the only five tables, Marik couldnât keep a small thought away from his mind. How most who got their meals from Sunbreeze these days did so because they enjoyed the cooking rather than their need of work, ever since the sunspeck population has been brought under control and the maintenance of the fields had become much smaller. He feels the presence long before he can recognize what led him to feel it and turns to stare at a group of six that approach the entrance: Two humans, a tilfish, two gojids and a takkan had broken off from the convoy and approached the restaurant.
He traces his color band over each in turn, and they all bristle at his stare. One of the humans hesitates before continuing to walk inside, and Marik simply remains by the door with his arms crossed, left ear twisted as far back as he could to listen to the inside.
âWhat have you got here?â
âW-we mostly ha-have ready ma-made meals to go or- or- Or you can look over the menuâ
âThereâs no need to stutter, yâknowâ
âSo-sorry-â
âReally, after everything yâall are still with this predator crap?â
The chimes on the door echo for the second time in sequence as Marik makes his way inside. The tilfish had started to lean over the counter while the other five had arrayed themselves behind her. They all turn their attention to him as he enters, including the venlil manning the counter. Marik keeps his gaze directly on the tilfish for a few uncomfortable seconds, before looking at the man behind the counter and making a simple sign with his tail, a short vertical bob with the tip and a slow horizontal swipe. Itâs meaning simple: >Safe<.
After a few seconds someone else appears from the kitchen. The tall venlil carries a large stack of plastic boxes in his arms, all of them seemingly designed to attach to themselves so as to be carried with ease. He puts them down with a resounding crash on the counter, and opens up his voice with ice âFarmerâs Pots, good meal when youâre working and canât go home.â With each word the owner of the restaurant and main cook comes closer and closer to the tilfish, until the last âTen credits each.â
Nobody moves for a couple of seconds, and then one of the humans steps closer and brings a holopad over to the credit reader. Thereâs a noise indicating payment, and then the owner raises his head and tilts it to focus his favored eye and both of his ears at the man who paid âNow,â he shifts register in his voice and the language he speaks in âfuck offâ he finishes.
With no small amount of surprise the group of six retrieve the stack of packaged meals, carefully walking out and back into the convoy. Marik stays behind for a moment âDidnât know you spoke humanâ
âPupâs enamored with their languages. Of course, first greek words he learns is swearing.â
Outside, Marik stalks further ahead to the next point of interest. He moves faster than the convoy, and has time to move in front of it. For a few meters the street is still clear as he arrives to find a group of people standing in front of the Watchful. Standing there were all of its employees, and even all of its regulars, twenty people total standing there as if they were having the most normal day. If not for their raised ears tracking every noise coming from down the street and their swaying tails swinging about like angry beasts.
One of them simply points his tail at the other side of the street as Marik comes closer, and the hunter doesnât need a second command to understand the meaning. They have this, he has a less practical but just as important duty. He crosses the street quickly before the convoy starts coming closer, and heads towards the park.
As the regulars of the Watchful had feared, it took little time until a large group had broken off from the convoy. With the town on alert about the convoy they had found themselves bereft of prey and now this group had set out to find some, anyone who might be willing, or not, to listen to their grievances. And what is clearly a place designed for people to congregate looked most appetizing.
Marik shadowed the group as they moved through the park, but they were accompanied by nothing but silence. It wasnât until they ran into the centerpiece of the park that he took initiative, stepping ahead of the group and simply⊠Standing there a distance away from the tree of many scions, between it and the group.
âWhatâs so important over there, fireman?â it was a venlil who asked, but his usage of an english word was not lost on Marik.
âA place you will respectâ the exterminator has his arms crossed, the one good portion of his gaze set on the man who asked âThis is a grave.â
Though the group that now prowled was large, those who heard were taken aback. One such, however, approaches closer. He was a venlil whose fur shifted between a soft, brownish color and a dirty white âA tradition of the tenets right? One of those family trees?â The man would have been distinctive in any other group due to his missing patches of fur around neck, wrists, even portions around his head. But such signs of long term damage were common in the convoy.
Interest. They had shown true interest, or at least one of them had. âNo, but similar⊠The forgotten tree is a grave for the forgotten.â He felt like these people, at least the ones before him, could probably understand the meaning of this place âIt is of no tradition. Someone, a long time ago, wanted to honor someone who was gone but whose name was not meant to be remembered. Someone who had disappeared in the system⊠So they borrowed on anotherâs tradition, and added a scion to this tree, with something in their memory. Others have done so similarly, until it became⊠A grave for the forgottenâ
âDidnât think youâd be worried about this kind of placeâ itâs a human that speaks up this time
âOur duty is to protect this town, what you think-â but Marikâs words are interrupted by that same venlil who had asked before. His demeanor suddenly shifts, his ears perk up and his entire body shifts forward for a moment. He hesitates, for a second everyoneâs focus is on him, and then he runs towards the tree.
Marik follows behind, stopping just by the manâs side as he finds himself at the base of the tree. The man makes a direct line to somewhere, something he had found from the distance, as if it had called him. He finds a thick and heavy branch that had been bent down by the weight of its scions and memories, near its base and speaking of a memory left behind long ago is a braid of fur made of three colors, a dirty white, a soft brown and a dark grey, bound by the braids are two beads.
The man raises up a paw, but does not touch it. As if cradling it, he recites the words engraved in one of the beads âI will cross every star to return homeâ others have come closer to listen to the manâs hoarse voice âThere will always be a home for youâ he reads of the second one. The names on the beads have been scratched out. The man falls on his knees âS-she kept her promise and⊠I couldnât keep mineâŠâ
Marik steps back as he watches two others come closer to comfort the man. He looks as a few others approach with more caution, looking up at the tree with a bit more reverence than they had before. Then, he turns around and starts heading back towards the main street.
Gazing out as the convoy gains a new flux, some leave it as it passes to move towards the park while others leave the park to rejoin the convoy, Marik simply stays there at the side of the street looking as stern as he could. Though the noise of the convoy remains great, here in this portion it seems to die down a little. A thought crosses his mind as he turns an ear as far back as he can, a thought he canât help but voice âI wonder how many are looking at their own gravesâŠâ
As the convoy progresses, Santos simply stands by the front of the precinct, hands in his pockets. He watches the convoy arrive, heart beating fast, constrained hands the only reason he hasn't started shaking quite yet. He starts tapping his right foot as he watches the first few people cross by without noticing what this place is yet, everyone knows where the precinct is, so aside from the words printed on the sign by the entrance there is no other marker of what this buildingâs purpose might be.
Of course, it is impossible for nobody to notice. The entire convoy seems to stop as soon as a zurulian riding on the shoulders of a human points a claw at the building and says something. A large group breaks away at the command, all of them holding disparate signs and messages. They turn on the building with enough roars that whatever they are attempting to transmit is lost on him.
Santos is thankful his hearing isnât nearly as good as his coworkersâ, as the cacophony is already overwhelming him. He changes stances slightly, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms. This prompts a small group to turn their looks at him, the focus easily identifiable with the humans in their midst, focus which made the hair in the back of Santosâ neck stand on end. Living in this place had refined his sense of danger, but he didnât need that to realize what could happen.
It was a group of five that approached, four humans and a venlil. âDidnât think theyâd be letting humans live out here in the booniesâ said one of his kin.
Santos just shrugs âGot hired to work here. Honestly, rural folk get a needlessly bad reputation, most of the time they just donât care as long as youâre not bothering themâ
âReally? In my-â
Santos interrupts the man âCut it outâ there are many ways in which humans make themselves obvious, many of which are their eyes. Santos did understand the fear of them and why it was primal, it was not the fear of the eyes but the fear of attention, it was knowing you were under the scrutiny and judgment of another that set off that emotion. It was rarely the eyes that showed this attention for most species, but for humans it was, and the manâs clear gaze on his badge made the entire situation clear to him âStop beating around the bush and say it already.â
Someone else is who speaks. The tall woman starts not with words, however, but by spitting on Santosâ uniform âYou fucking traitorâ her voice is both fierce and cold at the same time. A very emotional coldness.
âThere we goâ he sighs âJust⊠Move on. Weâre not getting anything out of this conversationâ
âWhy?â It was the venlil in the group that started this time âThese people hate you, they hate you for what you are! Why do you work for them?!â
Santos rubs his eyes and sighs âBecause someone has to. Change only happens when you make it happen, simple as thatâ
âChange?!â another one of the humans howls âDo you think those people can change?! You know the truth, those fuckers have never done anything good!â
âYou know, if you had read your history booksâŠâ Santos stares at the one who had just had their outburst âYouâd remember that we once thought the very same about the policeâ thereâs the sound of glass breaking, but he doesnât reaction âAnd a lot of us still doâ
The human staring him down shifts their gaze slightly at the broken window of the precinct, then back at Santos âA broken window is easy to fixâ he shrugs âAs I was saying. Same shit.â he crosses his arms again âThereâs a role those people play, a role that needs to be played because itâs important. Different name, different problems, still the same shit. Gotta fix this, Iâm doing my partâ he then stares at the venlil in the group âYou do yours. Simple as that.â
âRole?!â the venlil of the group steps closer âWhat role could they possibly have?! They only exist to hurt people!â
Santos steps back, and raises his eyes a little bit. Of course, the classics had shown themselves in this instance. With as many humans as there are in the crowd there were now quite a few objects in the air, most clearly aimed at the precinct behind him. Though given the failed arc of some of them it was clearly not just the humans indulging in such a tried and true method.
âI used to be a wildlife preserve rangerâ Santos then focuses his gaze on the aggravated venlil âThis is a frontier town, if you walk in the brushes with shorts youâll walk out with your ankles numb. The athai out there are rather harmless, but they keep the sunspecks under control.â He takes another step back âSince coming here Iâve been pest control, had to catch an exotic animal set loose, investigated a murder, helped stop a child from taking her own life, stopped large scale fights, helped a dozen people avoid being arrested for self defense and helped break a fucking siegeâ
Santos cracks his knuckles âThereâs roles. Jobs that need done and there is one fucking organization doing it all. That is a problem.â Then, he sighs and takes a few more steps to the side, offering indifference from this point on âThereâs nothing I can say that would make you calm down.â he says one final time âJust make sure not to injure yourselves in the process, alright?â His words seemed to be enough to make the small group cease trying to interact, as the convoy had begun moving again. Though the one human who had called him a traitor gets one final parting shot at the precinct âWhere the hell did you get an egg in this planetâŠâ Santos says with a raised eyebrow as the projectile impacts the front door.
Keya stands by a large sign, the same one that welcomes you into Blackriver on one side and sees you out at the other, the official limit of the town. Her arms behind her back, her attention directly towards the front of the convoy as they march. Something gains the whole of her attention, the car in the front. Someone draws her focus, a human with a megaphone on top of the car. The man shouts words of encouragement at the people behind him with the megaphone before turning to his holopad, then he bends over downwards to discuss something with the driver.
She simply remains there, waiting for the convoy to pass. But instead of moving on out of the city, here the convoy stops completely. Keya observes as the further end of the convoy starts to slowly compact upon itself, and her ears pick up something âAlright everyone, start getting ready, next town over is more than a claw away, make sure youâve left nothing behindâ the words were not meant for her, nor for anyone too far. They come from the same man she had seen standing on top of the car, but he had now climbed down and was talking with a group of multiple species.
It is clear they have some degree of leadership, though the convoy does not stop cleanly nor does it begin to organize with alacrity they do respond to the groupâs organization. So Keya keeps her focus on them as they point, wave and talk between themselves, others and devices. But at least one of them has noticed her attention, a gangly and light-skinned human with fire-red hair, the man that was atop the car. He starts walking in her direction, before turning around for one final set of commands as he walks backwards âAnd make sure the guys at the back got all the crap! Weâre here to be heard, not to trash the city!â he says before turning back again to head towards her. A venlil with pure white fur erupts from inside the car he was riding, quickly dashing to his side as they notice where he was going.
In a few moments both have come up to her, the human looking down at her with the venlil bristles at his side âSaw anything interesting, fireman?â
âWhat are you doing here?â
âWhat? Isnât it obvious?!â it was the venlil that roared a response âYou saw all of it! You know what theyâve done to us! What theyâve done to everyone! And you still work for those brahking monsters! Itâs like youâre thankful they made you a cripple!â
The human puts a hand on the venlilâs shoulder, calming her demeanor just a little bit âWeâre here because honestly, weâre all too tired of being fucking ignored is what. So what the fuck are you gonna do?!â
âI have put the wrong emphasisâ Keya says with her lack of tone. She can see the human shiver just a little bit âMy task is to ensure the safety of this town. Your convoy is a danger. We have eight field-capable officers, we cannot ensure the safety of the residents against a group like yours. People will take actions for reasons, you have broadcast your reasons clearly. You have chosen this place for a reason which I cannot ascertain.â
She makes sure her ears are trained towards both the human and the venlil, an action which causes the venlil to cower behind her partner âWe do not house government agencies. This is a farming town of little note. The local precinct is a simple precinct, we have no regulatory or command authority. The town population is approximately double that of the number of your convoy. We have no individuals of appreciable social or political reach. There is nothing in Blackriver of interest to people attempting to change government policy, nor have there been actions taken here that I can identify as being cause for retaliatory actions within the context of your message.â
âI must ensure this does not happen again and the only way of doing so is minimizing our attractivity as targets. A logical assumption of your choice of quarry would be a town with the presence of politicians, a large city with constant news coverage, cities housing important government agencies or those containing the Regional Firebasesâ
âSo I ask again. What are you doing here?â
The two remain silent for a few seconds, before the human turns around with a mouth noise âWhatever, I donât need to explain myself to someone that wonât listen. Come on!â he starts to stalk back towards the car, but stops once he notices his venlil companion wasnât moving.
The snow-white venlil has their focus on Keya, who offers a simple low forward swipe of her tail, a sign to proceed. Still, the venlil seems frozen in place until the human comes back and grabs hold of their paw with a gentle touch. At which point both finally return to the convoy.
Keya remains at the side of the road, watching as the convoy readies itself again to leave. People get back inside cars, they hop on the back of trucks and load themselves into buses. She continues to watch as the convoy takes its time riding out, making their way out of the town.
Once it is finally gone, multiple footsteps sound behind her. When she turns around she meets her officers, having returned from their assigned positions âThey have left. I expect your reports of what happened in each sector by the end of your shiftsâ she states plainly, before looking at Santos âThey did not appear to have a specific reason for targeting Blackriver.â The question remains unspoken.
The human officer just shrugs âSometimes, you donât know what youâre doing. Weâre just a little town, I doubt they even know what exactly theyâre angry about.â He looks at the tail end of the convoy as it leaves âTown was probably just a place they felt safe going to.â
âD-do you think we might get more like thatâ Lunek says, at the back of the group.
âWho knowsâŠâ Santos sighs âBut if human history applies anywhere here⊠This is just a sign of worse things to comeâ
[ [FIRST] [NEXT>]
And thus the omen passes by. Feelings, emotions of all sorts, without a plan or a reason other than just their own rage and distress.
Did any of these even know what they were doing? And how much worse can it be when they do?
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2024.05.18 21:49 New_Needleworker_204 My boyfriend has a porn addiction and I need advice/ a male perspective
Hello! Obviously Iâm here because of the title. My (26 F) boyfriend (29m) and I have been together for almost 7 years. I love him so much. He is an amazing partner, I feel loved, and I donât connect with him like I do with anyone else. A year into our relationship he was having some Ed problems I found out he was using phone sex lines to masterbate and I was really hurt, he told me he thought he had a porn addiction and he felt very guilty about the whole thing and thatâs why he was having issues when we had sex. and realizing now he didnât really want to stop, because I compromised and said that he could do it if it made him happy. He went to addiction therapy and to be honest I donât think he truly worked on the problem and for some reason we just never brought it up again. I knew he watched porn, and tbh I knew when he would, but to protect myself and my feelings I never really brought it up because I was scared of addressing it (stupid I know, but porn is so normalized in our society I just kind of felt like I had to accept it)
Fast forward through those 6 years, we never really fight, we get along great, we have sex, we do things together and I felt connected. Although recently, we both have been going through a LOT, family issues and illnesses and a lot of stress. Tbh I had been feeling disconnected because I could tell he was acting different and he was not happy in life. He told me he had been using phone sex operators and sexting with strangers (who he knows he will never meet) and watching cam models to masterbate and that he was trying to convince himself that I was ok with it because I said I wasâŠ. ( I already know people are going to say he probably physically cheated on me. I know he never did and he never would, he is too honest and I know he respects me too much) He claims he feels nothing towards them and doesnât even care about what these people look like, he just uses them as âtoolsâ He would do it every day. I was shocked, like genuinely. I had no idea it was this bad. I was so hurt because I have never not wanted to have sex and I try to be sexy and I usually always want to have sex. It made me feel very insecure and confused because I know Iâm attractive, and so in my head it didnât make sense to me. Why would you choose these people over me?!
We split up for a few days and I kept thinking about it, and him. I love him so much. But he has always been honest when asked, but I just never asked to protect myself.
We had a very long talk and he confessed he has been feeling very depressed and unworthy of my love and that I would sometimes shut him down when it came to sexual topics ( I realize now that I would do that, and i think back now and maybe it was to protect my feelings) and he moved an hour away from his friends and family to live with me and honestly doesnât have many friends where we live. So he had been feeling like he was missing out on human connection beyond me. He told me as a kid he would masterbate often to make him himself feel better. He feels awful for what he did and knows that he hurt me and said the right thing to make me feel ok about it. (I know he loves me and would do anything for me) he wants to actually do addiction therapy and he was saying he was proud of himself because he had not masterbated for a few days since we split and he said it wouldnât feel as good if he did it now. He starts therapy in a few days and I donât want to make excuses for his shitty behavior but it makes sense that he would do it given his past and wanting to self soothe and if he felt unable to talk to me about things then it makes sense. (What he did was still wrong)
I guess Iâm saying all of this because in my heart I know he has a problem, it never truly got solved and I hate that we just brushed over it without actually fixing the problem. I am looking for a male perspective, or advice, or anything. Is it worth going through this journey? I love him so much and he initiated this entire recent conversation by wanting to go to therapy.
Is it harsh to expect him to not do anything related to phone sex or I consider it cheating or weâre done forever? I want him to get better but Iâm so scared. He says those people mean nothing to him, and he doesnât want to lose me. I just feel a little lost.
I want to continue this relationship so badly.
I appreciate your thoughts and please be kind to me, I know some people would just say dump his as, but if this is truly an addiction I want to be there for him. I know he is not a bad person.
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2024.05.18 21:39 johnk442 Client hacked, may be very bad (RAT/deleted client files); I have questions
Hi all, TIA. This is an interesting one for me, as I am sure to learn a lot. I really appreciate your input.
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TL;DR (okay, this next bit is too long, too): Client has a bad hack (potential/probable RAT and potential/probable deleted files) and an external backup drive also. Total data on PC and external drive: About 300GB minus program files, etc. I advised him to disconnect from the internet and call his $$$ people to let them know and protect his accounts.
->Questions:
- 1) Can I install his external backup drive (2TB WD) on my home machine without immediately infecting it?
- 2) Can I scan the files on it without infecting my machine/network?
- 3) Can I scan the files on it without deleting them during the quarantine process?
- 4) Can I back up the files on his actual PC to my external drive and scan them at my home before restoring them to his PC, without deleting them/infecting me?
- 5) Is there any way of definitively determining exactly which infection he really has?
- 6) Is there any guarantee I can give him that his files will be returned intact? Or, should I simply escalate to a more-knowledgeable tech?
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I have many years experience using PCs, but only 1 1/2 years experience with more-serious freelance computer support. I have done 3 or 4 hack recoveries. This one is the worst/scariest/most extensive hack I have seen yet.
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Background:
Said client has had the infection(s) for over two weeks. He had another tech work on it, who evidently did not do the backup/reset/file restore process; I don't know what he or the other tech did, but the infections keep happening.
Examples:
-Chrome has been deleted, and when an install is attempted, a "file infected" "warning" appears --same with Edge;
-Firefox is the only usable browser (and yes, I checked the extensions), but only after Malwarebytes "quarantines" found-infected files. After the quarantine, FF can be run...for a few minutes. Then it stops working, and re-running MWB "finds" more infected files that did not appear the first time.
-Windows Startup Apps reports several gobbledygook names (lfsaxxcd, zqphpupy, etc), at least one of which is a PowerShell script; I don't know if they are legit or not, or simply uninstall remnants; I didn't have enough time to research it on-site.
-Avast immediately reports network problems, such as open ports on the router; and a program called "securesync innovations/securelnk.pif". I googled it and it seems like a RA program; it may come from AnyDesk (I don't remember), which he has on his PC too, but I have no idea where he got AnyDesk or if he has a legit use for it.
-MWB reported on my first run:
--"win32.apanas" which I found out is/was an old/"dead" RAT; --"spyware.remcos" (two infections); --"hijack.exe" file (dll privilege escalation?); --"generic.malware AI DDS" (MWB's AI generic finding)
In my Googling, I found a couple Reddit posts about Apanas saying it was an old/dead RAT; but someone else also said, during my second MWB foray, (see below), that MWB/AV may be deleting legit files that have been reported "infected".
When FF stopped working and gave the "file infected" "warning" when I started it, I re-ran MWB, which "found" three more, different infections. This part was just before I found the "deleting legit files" comment on Reddit.
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-What I am scared of, is that 1) He has a bad, active RAT; and that 2) more and more of his files are being deleted with each MWB run.
This client is old and half-blind and a technophobe, and as I said had the other tech over at least once in the last two weeks, as well as running MWB God knows how many times, potentially deleting God knows how many files in the process.
-Here is the kicker: He literally has two Excel files, ON HIS DESKTOP, named "Passwords...[date]". His partner dryly said something about, "Yeah, he uses that file all the time, because he hates remembering passwords." If he has an active RAT, he is basically f***ed, right?
-I urged them both to disconnect from the Internet and call every financial company they do anything with online, and to freeze credit reports etc.
-What else can I do? At this point in my experience, should I even attempt to help him, or refer out?
* * * *Thank you all.
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2024.05.18 21:27 Bbobsillypants Nature of Big Donuts 6 - a Stargate x NOP crossover fic - Fear
[FIRST][LAST] Atlantis Commission
Officer Report - Lieutenant Colonel John Shepard
CLEARANCE LEVEL 5
Well this had definitely been a very interesting couple of hours. This dimension and its people had very odd opinions and ideas. Apparently the prey species of this dimension were all obligate cowards, whose instincts compelled them to be non-violent and run from threats. At least according to themselves. There were apparently some of them who were âpredator diseasedâ as they called it, a disease which often resulted in increased violence, aggression, lack of empathy, and unheard like behavior. It sounded to me like some form of infectious psychopathy, but the venlil assured us it shouldn't affect us since we were predators, which didnât really ease my fears, but hopefully it was something we could figure out when we got home if it ever became a problem.
Gotta love mandatory quarantine periods woo hoo!
As scary as this odd disease sounded, my main concern at the moment was to try and turn a professed coward into someone who could at the very least defend themselves.
I looked down to the table of gear ahead of me and then over to the mostly naked Venlil to my side, and then even farther to Tielâc who thought It would be a good idea to help oversee Farvaâs rapid fire training course. I fiddled with the bluetooth earpiece which was rigged up to one of our handhelds to run a translation program to speak directly with the captain. A big step up from our unknowingly one sided communications earlier.
I stepped on the other side of the plastic table and placed my hands down upon it and looked on at my new student..
âWelcome Captain Farva to our very impromptu accelerated course on Human arms armor and basic infantry tactics.â I said gesturing to the hodge podge gear we had managed to assemble for the good captain. âAre we ready to begin?â.
She flicked her ears, somewhat nervously by the looks.
âIâd take it that's a yes then?â
âOh yes sorryâ
âAlright then, well given that most of our crew is human and the only other alien struts around naked all the time, the only gear we have on hand is for humans, So you're going to be running size smalls and it's all going to fit all a bit bigâ I say as I toss her the tactical vest. âHere try this on, we can try to tighten it up if it's a bit loose anywhereâ. The captain wrestles with the buckles a bit, and Teal'c helps her tighten up some of the top straps, as the Venilâs shoulders weren't as broad as humans. Farva gave Tealâc an odd look, but seemed appreciative none the less.Once finished, she grasped the vest in her paws with interest. âThis armor seems quite lightweight, which is nice, weight is often an issue that causes us to forgo armor, since heavy armor would hurt our running ability.â Farva remarks. âAlso the sheer amount of pockets seems quite excessive, what do you need all these for?â
âWell for starters it's currently missing these '' I hand Farva one of the armor plates which she looks over. âThat is a depleted Naquadria ceramic composite plate. Itâs designed to stop bullet impacts and dissipate energy weapon blasts. It slots into that chest compartment in the front and back of your armor.â
âThis isn't quite what Id imagine for the armor of your kindâ
âWhat do you mean?â I asked.
âWell judging by your ships I would have imagined you would put more emphasis on defense Your predatory nature would make you less likely to run away from conflict allowing for more encompassing armor to cover more than just your chest, since you have less need to run.â
She would put it like that.
âWell there are a number of reasons for that, a lot to do with those excess pockets you mentioned. For starters you will not be carrying the same amount of gear that the standard infantry unit would normally be carrying, we are preparing you for a quick in and out op. Normally us expedition teams need to be deployed into unknown territory for extended periods of time, we need to carry everything we might need with us from food, bullets, weapons, to comms gear, sensors, repelling equipment etc. The weight from all that gear adds up fast; In order to stay sufficiently mobile and combat effective; we only carry enough armor to protect our vitals, head and torso, anything else can hopefully be patched up by a field medic.â
Tielc gave his piece as well. âIt is important to know when to run both towards and aways from one's foes, not every battle can be won through strength alone, but by strategy and cunning. Being able to reposition oneself quickly is therefore highly advantageousâ
Farva seemed to freeze at Teal'c's statement, not out of fear I think, she instead had a distant look in her eye. To snap her out of her slump I handed her a standard ballistic helmet.
Seeming to get the idea she looked at it oddly and tried it on. It confirmed to her head shape decently well but depressed her ears to either side of her head, kind of resembling what one might imagine a sad bunny rabbit to look like âI don't think this will be something I can bring with meâ she said â I can't use ear signals and this will muffle my hearing.â
âWhy donât you keep it on for the time being, I think any extra hearing protection might be useful considering what we are about to try next.â I hand Farva some ballistic ear protectors, slightly modified and somewhat ramshackle. âOne of the corporals worked closely with Nurse Fila to get an idea for safe decibels levels for your kind, we were also able to get these earbuds molded to fit into your ear canal betterâ
Farva took them and slipped them in. âThese are a bit uncomfortable, what do I need these for?â
âYou'll need them for thisâ I say as I unsnap the clasps on the weapons case revealing its contents.
The content seems to capture Farvaâs interest, getting a slight tail wave.
âOkay So this here is a p90, It carries a 50 round top loading magazine of teflon coated armor piercing ordnance. With a cyclical rate of fire of 900 rounds per minute.â
Farvas ears perk up at this. âThis seems like an efficient design, I take it these are a flashlight and laser sight for accuracy?â She asked, pointing to the top of the weapon.
âYes we also have holographic and acog optics which will help line up targets from farther away.â I look on as Farva picks up the weapon and inspects it, testing the weight as I note that it will weigh a fair bit more once loaded. But she doesn't seem to be struggling with the weight. I can't help but notice good firearm safety as well, she keeps her finger well off the trigger and takes care to keep her weapon pointed aways from anyone else.
âThis seems like a solid design but I'm not sure how useful those weapon optics would be, as they are not designed for my side facing eyesâ
âI'm sure our master at arms can figure something out, why don't we give it a test fire first tho, before we send it off to make adjustments.â I instruct her on how to load the weapon and turn the safety off. I warn her of the sound it makes. And while definitely taken aback by the recoil and sound at first, she quickly gets the hang of it, she has some respectable shot groupings in both single fire and in short bursts. And keeps the rounds reasonably centered while firing in full auto.
She did a whole lot better than I would have initially suspected given her performance in the hanger bay a day before.
âThe rate of fire seems usefulâ Farva spoke âThis would be useful for our soldiers, our accuracy falters when we are panicked, and the increased shot count should guarantee some hits based on volume of fire aloneâ she finished with a dejected expression.
She quickly places the weapon back in its case, as if it burned to touch.â I don't know if I should be armed for this mission, at least not with that weapon, I don't want to miss and hit one of you in the back!â
âWhat? Nonsense, you are a great shot, and this is just a precaution in case we get separated or flanked and need some covering fire. If our guys are doing their job right you shouldn't need to fire a single round anyways.â
Captain Farvaâs breathing started to hasten, earlier I might have thought it was fear, but I was starting to get an idea of what the captain's issues were. Iâve seen this before.
âI.. I canât be trusted with this responsibility, every time I am left in charge of something, every time people put their lives in my paws I ....â
âFarva, donât you start with me now you hear.â I said sternly, swiftly capping off her inevitable spiral of self doubt.
âBut.. no.. you donât understandâ
Stopping her again I spoke. âBut nothing, what happened before on that ship, and back at that colony is in the past. I donât know your whole situation, but from what I have gathered from the crew It was nothing good. You feel responsible and it's eating away at you, and frankly it doesnât matter if that's true or not. Accidents happen, people make mistakes, and when that happens we need to learn, take those lessons to heart, and don't let it stop us from helping people in the present. If you let guilt, or fear of mistakes stop you, then bad guys have already won, all without having to have fired a shotâ
Farva is quiet for a short time, I was hoping I got through to her, I'm not the best and pep talks and this certainly wasnât your typical weapons demo, if only everyones could go as smoothly as Ronanâs.
Farva spoke quietly, arms pressed up against her chest, she looked so sad, defeated, and small. Well more than usual anyways. âWe can't be strong like you humans, we are too emotional and when we are scared we run away or we lock up and...â
âAnd that is clearly not the case with you captain Farvaâ Tealâc finally reentered the conversation having heard enough. âYou have shown courage with every action you have taken so far, your actions have saved the lives of many of your crew, every time you have been threatened you acted not just to protect yourself but others as well. You attempted to contend with beings many times your size without even thinking about it, all in the effort to protect others, and this is only in the time we have known you, this speaks nothing of your actions over the colony. You are a warrior of admirable courage Captain Farva, your self doubt is unearned.â
A single tear rolled down Farvaâs eyes which she quickly wiped away. âThat was very nice of you to say, but I'm not brave like you say, I was terrified out of my mind the whole time.â
Tealâc looked puzzled. âI did not call you brave, I said you were courageous.â
Farva shot back with the little venlil one up one down ear flick I had very quickly learned was confusion.â I'm confused you just said brave twiceâ
âHmm it appears your language does not contain the word I am using, I apologize I am not used to speaking through a translatorâ Tealâc relented â There are two words I am using admittedly in slightly different forms, bravery and courage. Bravery or to be brave is to lack fear, to not be afraid to begin with. Courage tho, Is a trait far more admirable. Courage is to be afraid, to have fear, to worry about one's own mortality and personal safety. It is to acknowledge risk, danger, to feel fear, but to act in spite of it.â
âHad I not met your kind before I would have thought predators don't feel fear.â
âEveryone fears feel Farva, It is how we overcome it that determines our worth as warriorsâ
Tealâc picks up the p90 and returns it to Farvas hands.
âYour people need a warrior Farva, a warrior who protects the innocent and guides the lost to safety. You have shown how collected you can be in the heat of battle, You have already proven your worth in our eyes Farva, now you must do the same in your own. The greatest enemy lies not withoutâ Tealâc places his hand firmly on the venlilâs chest âBut withinâ.
After Action Report - Venlil Colonial Defense Force
Subject : Chief Engineer Donu
I fiddled with my holopad, Its small surface area proving to be a consistent source of annoyance in my current endeavor. Gone was the large workspace afforded to me by my holotable back in my office. Instead I had to work with the scaled down portable holotablet I was just fortunate enough to have strapped to my person when I was beamed away from our last ship. I was stuck with its smaller keyboard and slower rendering speeds.
An annoyed smooth skin alien looked over my shoulder at my device, attached to it was a jury rigged fiber optic cable, slotted into a terran silicon to crystal patch cable, which would convert the electrical signals broadcasted by my tablet into a bandwidth that the terrans crystalline based computers; which they used for highly complex tasks like hyperdrive and transporter systems; could use, and then It was patched again in a even stranger connector to patch into the odd asgard computer stones.
All in all it looked like someone tried to plug a regular computer into some crystal construct like you would find in a fantasy holonovel, and again plugged that into a harchen heat rock sauna lounge. Finally branching out from this conglomeration was a simple copper based wire that connects to a computer terminal at which currently sat the late Doctor Rodney Mckay. A title upon initially hearing led me to believe he was a medical doctor, which led to a flurry of medical questions that he had absolutely no means of answering.
While this odd alien nomenclature was interesting, what intrigued me more was his actual area of expertise, theoretical astrophysics, as well as a number of other diverse specialties and fields. Not to mention not only was he a great scientist who had he been raised in the more civilized portion of this galaxy, would have knowledge and aptitude that would put him alongside some of Aafas greatest minds, but he was also an engineer without peer, at least in this galaxy. His interactions with general Samantha Carter hinted at her possibly being his match if not more. For a species that was supposed to glorify violence the decision to have a scientist be arguably the most senior member of what was by their admission a military vessel spoke to their commitment to knowledge and understanding, a very noble prey-like goal.
I looked warily at the lines of code at my screen, the asguard translation program had earlier scanned our ship and was able to parse written languages, but complex files, like images and 3d design schematics were harder to encode and decode from our perspective systems. As is stands we have 3 completely separate computer architectures, the asguard can talk to human computers and the venlil computers can talk to the asguard computers, It sounds like we would have everything we need to get a human C.A.D schematic into a venlil holotablet right? Wrong! And you're stupid for entertaining such a idiotic notion! Parsing text from raw binary is relatively straight forward, you're just looking for patterns, repeating bit combinations that might infer letters and then iterating them over millions of times looking for patterns, letters, words, and then with a bit of help from some undecoded analog audio transmission, spoken language. This is a far cry from actual procedural communication protocols,the ones that allow for file transfers, exactly what we needed if we were to get Rodney's redesigned part schematics into a format and medium that can be plugged into a suitable fabricator. Assuming one still exists, which I can reasonably assume it does.
Speaking of which, I have just made something of a breakthrough. For upon my screen appears a simple geometric hydrogen cube, weâre talking vertices, planes, material data, everything we need for a usable design file.
I let out an excited pent up yip, the culmination of hours of frustrating software integration work. Unfortunately I startled Rodney, who lets out a panicked gasp and clutches his chest pelts with one of his paws.
âOh godâŠ..â He gasps, pointing at me âPlease.. donât do thatâ
âSorry!â I say a bit meekly. I slowly approach him so as to not make him unnecessarily uncomfortable and show him my work.
âI got the file exchange set up, all we need from you is to finish any modifications to your part, upload them to my holopad, and then we can print away at any class 3 or above fabricator we can scrounge up on Brayga colony.â
âOk.. um.. got it, I'm almost done iâm just you knowâ He points a lone grasping appendage at his screen,âRunning some simulations, making sure everything is up to spec.â keeping his response kurt. âSorry for freaking out there.â
I nod my head in the human display of affirmation and return to my workstation to further bug check my work, to test potentially problematic edge cases for when he finishes. Tho Rodney's continued odd behavior intruded on my thoughts.
I should have felt empowered, being able to intimidate this âmassive beastâ, but I didn't. I didn't like being feared, his people have been nice to me, Rodney himself courteous to a fault and desperate for positive attention.
I thought I could expect predators to be fearless but that clearly wasn't the case, rodney was fearful, nervous, had I not known better I would say defective, and while it annoyed his crew, they didn't berate him for it, or attempt to assert dominance, they encouraged it even with placating words and tried to help him through it, they encouraged and supported him like a proper herd, even if sometimes it took the form of what the human would call a playful ribbing. I supposed I could help him as well.
I approached him again, careful to make my approach known to him, making sure to approach from within his limited field of vision. He looks up at me with a wide eyed glare, had I not known him I might have assumed it was hunger, but I did and knew it to be concern.
âUh high Donu.. um whats up?â
âWhy are you afraid of us rodney?â
âWa-What, me afraid?â he gives out a panicked laugh âuh no no, I'm not afraid, you know just a bit weirded out I'm just getting used to you all, it's not a fear thing it's a aâŠ. Just getting used to new aliens thing, ask Hermirod we went through this whole song and dance right buddyâ
Hermirod furrowed his brow and gave an irritated sigh from across the room.
I reached out to take Rodney by the paw.
His whole body flinched at my mere touch, I quickly withdrew my paw.
âOh.. um.. I didn'tâŠâ
âRodney! It's okay, your crew doesnât seem to care when you show fear, and neither do I. Why are you afraid of us? You are almost twice our size and surely double our strength, most venlil would scream and run in terror at the mere sight of you. What's wrong?â
Rodney let out a sigh. âOh its, we don't have to talk about this, I can deal with this, I deal with scary situations all the time, it's fine, I'll be fine.â
âRodney, my people are a very emotional, empathic people, we are open with our feelings and with our fear, and the fear of the one can affect the herd, please let me help you. I donât know what to expect from your society but I promise I wont judge you for your fear or emotions, I mean look at many of my crew mates, we are no one to judgeâ
Rodney shot back âYou didn't seem to be so botheredâ
âIâm too old to care, I was about to retire, hell I was about to die as far as I knew, Brayga colony was supposed to be a quiet place to lay back, work on some hobbies, plant a garden and pester the young men of my colony until I either dropped dead of boredom or got luckyâ I joked.
That seemed to raise Rodney's mood somewhat. He sighed and seemingly relented.
âItâs⊠a dumb story, I don't even know why it affected me so much, I come from a place on earth called Canada, people don't usually believe me when I say I am from there, us Canadians are notoriously friendly and I guess I havenât exactly filled that mold for a lot of my life, but hey I'm working on it, people like me, I have lots of friends back at Atlantisâ He says the last sentence in a way as if it isn't me he's trying to convince.
âI'm sure you do, Rodney, You seem like quite the charming individual when you're not cowering!â
âHa ha thanks, maybe you could come and visit sometime. Tell that to doctor Becket, really nice guy, smart man, he would love to meet you, he loves investigating new species. But back on topic, oh boy, so me and my sister Jeannie were on a family trip to rural Vancouver to visit my grandpa's farm, he kept a lot of goats, not for eating or anything, they were essentially pets that he would use for milkâ
âWait hold on? You drink milk from other animals! Do your females not produce enough milk for their young?â
âOh um no, we just sort of drink it or ferment it into cheese!â
âFerment? You mean spoil?
âYehâ
I reeled from this plasma blast of a statement, I like any right minded venlil had a number of nightmares about being an arxurâs cattle before, especially when I first learned about those things in primary school, but never once had it crossed my mind that we could be used for something so weird. What the speh was I supposed to do with that information?
âMaybe you should get back on topicâ
âYeh sorry about that uh.. Anyways the momma goat had just had a litter of babies, and their real cute when their little, so late in the day when my grandpa was asleep we snuck out to the pens so we can play with the little baby goats, our grandpa told us not to but you now how kids are.â
At this I think back to a young Nyan, as I teach him the inner working of the hyperdrive, I tell him heâs not cleared yet to operate in this engine compartment alone, but I could tell from the occasional caught black hairs and dropped writing implements, there had been a number of curious unauthorized expeditions into its inner workings, he didn't really listen either.
âMy sister as always was trying to be the voice of reason, wanting to take it slow. If I was paying attention I might have noticed the angry moma goat who didnât appreciate the strange human messing with her children.â
The color seemed to drain from his face.
âI uhâŠâ He began to stutter again âI screamed, a lot, it was rather undignified, she ran right at me, thank god it wasn't a male goat, one with horns, I tired to run but I was hit in the back and knocked over and kicked real good in the head, like wake up in the vet clinic a quarter mile down the road kind of badâ
âThis goat was a prey animal?â
âThat would be what your kind focuses onâ
âOh sorryâ
âAnyways It seems dumb but I have just never been good with animals since then, especially ones that look like you; no offense; I'm getting better but when I first saw you guys in the hangar bay, I was just that dumb kid again, getting in way over my head, scared for my life. I guess there is something to be said about childhood trauma. I really should be over this, I'm getting better with it I swear itâs justâ
I take his paw again, he doesn't flinch this time.
âI'm a venlil, a prey animal, I know fear, I know what it is to live in fear, It rattles your brain, it turns your paws to wet grains. It takes great strength to overcome it, to push it aside just long enough to protect the herd. Your herd relies on you Rodney and you are doing a great job in spite of your fear, in spite of having to work with those you fear. You have achieved intellectual feats that rival the greatest minds of the federation and all that while struggling with a traumatic experience. Fear isnât dumb and there is nothing wrong with you for feeling it.â
âThank youâ Rodney says âThat means a lot, I won't be like forever I promise, I just need some time.â
âWe will laugh about this someday,â I assured. âNothing as big and intelligent as you should be afraid of anythingâ
âAre you calling me fat?â Rodney exclaimed with fake offense.
We both chuckled.
My kind words had resulted in a more upright posture, and a more cheerful demeanor from the human, almost like when I congratulated Nyan on his work, and it got me a look at that happy snarl of his, that I was starting to grow quite fond of.
After Action Report - Venlil Colonial Defense Force
Subject : Apprentice Engineer Nyan
Oh wow! I get to write a report for this mission! I never get to write reports, Donu says they're too boring, but thereâs so many interesting things going on all the time. Sometimes I sneakily write my own! Just for fun of course, nobody sees them, which is probably for the best as I sometimes get excited and embellish them slightly. One of the reports I wrote was about the time Donu used nothing but a wad of electrical tape, a bottle of high grain venlil alcohol and a pocket knife to repair a venlil medical ship just in time to get out of the way of a big scary space predator, with glowing red eyes and a million tentacles!
Anyways Im not sure If im suppose to write these In present tense first person or past tense. I asked the captain and she said it's whatever so long as I make sure any pertinent dialogues are properly quoted(ââ).
âNobody usually reads these things anyways.â She said, but this one is surely going to be so exciting, who could look away!
I mean who's gonna scoff at a chance to read about friendly predators from another dimension! A dimension of friendly predators who give warm head scratches and hand out yummy strayu not strayu treats called donuts, that are somehow fluffier than strayu, and have a nice moisture to them. I asked for the recipe but Samantha said we wouldn't have the ingredients back on Venili prime to make them, and Teal'c said the recipe is an old family secret. Its weird predators would be so protective of their plant snacks.
There are so many weird things about these predators, they have nurturing instincts that make them find us cute. They stay perfectly balanced even if they donât have tails, swinging their arms and body all over the place to keep upright like a lopsided gyroscope, it's pretty funny looking!
They also wear artificial pelts all the time, which I thought was weird, I thought maybe the ships temperature was set by the angry gray alien since heâs the only crew member beside the venlil who walks around naked all the time, maybe he had a fit when it was to warm, and the humans obliged him cause they were worried they would make him even angrier, and wore clothes to make up for the cold. I thought this made sense, a lot of their technology does seem to come from the Asguard, maybe he has more say in the goings on of the ship because of that. But apparently humans just like wearing pelts all the time. They feel uncomfortable without them and donât like it if you try to remove them or look up their upper artificial pelts they call shirts.
The humans are so weird, I donât even have to embellish my reports to make it more interesting. Like that time with the big tentacled space predator. That may sound real compared to this stuff but it Isn't, Ha! I bet you fell for it at first, hook line and sinker! Like the humans would say. I think I used that saying right, I'm not sure what it means, but Shepard brought it up when he was telling a story about the wraith.
The humans are so nice, instead of exterminating their predators they try to cure them! Their doctors are working to modify the wraith so they don't have to eat humans anymore, so they can be friendly predators too.
Anyways I should probably get to the actual report part of this report. Farva says I should start after I went off with Samantha to work on some special astrophysics equations she said I would be good at. I kind of wanted to go with Donu to help Rodney get the new parts they needed, or Farva to help rescue our people, but the humans and even the angry gray alien got really weird when Farva mentioned taking me on the mission. Samantha seemed to want me to help her really badly so I didnât mind. Samantha says I have the most important part to our mission. She's teaching me about how humans communicate through subspace, and about stellar drift equations. We are working on what she calls the exit strategy.
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2024.05.18 21:22 Yogibearasaurus It's my birthday and I'm struggling
Hi,
I'm having a really difficult day and looking for a virtual shoulder to cry on. It's my birthday and also happens to be my cousin's wedding day. I'm incredibly happy for them, and truly, this post isn't about that. My previous partner and I broke up around two months ago and it's killing me that she's not here to share in the experience of this trip. We were together for two years, which I understand isn't super long, but it's the longest consecutive relationship I've been in, the most serious, and by far had felt the most safe (a point I'm realizing after the fact, unfortunately).
I need to leave in a few minutes for the wedding ceremony, and I'm having a hell of a time just getting myself composed. I will not take away from the wedding and will frankly hide out in the bathroom until it's all over if I have to, but I'm working on settling down here. I just miss her immensely today, but frankly, every day. She would have loved/hated how tacky this Airbnb is decorated. We would have gotten a great laugh together when passing the potato field on the way here and quoting "PO-TAY-TOES" from Lord of the Rings. She would have enjoyed strolling around the small downtown area in the morning with our coffees just enjoying each other's company.
She sent me a "happy birthday" text, which I really appreciated. I sent a "thanks" back, but I so wish I could have said more. As hard as it would have been, hearing her voice would mean everything today. There were boundaries set on communication and I need to respect that, but God it's killing me. Just to hear how she's doing, what she's been up to, how her friends and family and dog are doing, how transitioning into her full-time role at work went. Just... anything. Instead I'm holed up in my Airbnb and holding the stuffed buffalo we picked up on previous road trip - just trying to feel some connection to her. I feel ridiculous, but I don't care.
Honey, I miss you so much. I wish you well every day, and hope you're doing okay.
Thanks for listening.
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2024.05.18 20:50 PutEnvironmental8075 Topics I disagree with Myron on:
1) myron: âbeing friends with women is a waste of time because they donât provide much value and they extract your resourcesâ
I disagree, I think it more beneficial for guys to have women friends because most guys are just not comfortable around women because they arenât around them much. Itâs a vicious cycle. How do you fix that? Being around them. Listening to RP can only take you so far in the dating game. You actually need to experience being around feminine women. I was lucky to have a lot of female(attractive) friends in college. I would walk into parties with a bunch of girls and I would immediately have pre selection. I got laid because of it. Fucked some of their friends. I got to learn their minds. What they like/dislike in men. And I got more comfortable around women in general. And yes, some female friends will try to get that bf energy, but just make sure you treat them like one of the homeboys and thatâs it. They will respect you.
2) Myron: âeating your girls box is submissiveâ
I disagree, itâs cool if you genuinely donât like eating pussy. Nothing wrong with that. But donât say itâs submissive. This is one of the few times where I think thatâs just insecurity. If youâre doing everything rightâŠbeing masculine, protecting/providing, being a leader, etcâŠbut youâre worried that she will think youâre being feminine because you pleasure her with your tongue? lol. Come bruh. Thatâs literal insecurity right there.
3) Myron: âevery woman is a gold digger, some are just better at hiding the shovelâ
I disagree, this quote sounds good on the surface level and itâs catchy, but itâs just not true when you think about it. A gold digger literally means a person who forms a relationship PURELY to extract money from themâ
There are plenty of women who date bums. And yes, they eventually leave, but only because the man keeps being a bum and doesnât do anything with his life. Can you blame the woman? No. Do most women prefer a man with money? Of courseâŠbut itâs disingenuous to say all women are gold diggers. Canât change the definition of the word to fit your narrative.
4) Myron: âevery man should sleep with at least 50 women to get experience so you donât get taken advantage of in a relationshipâ
I disagree, obviously Ling ling proved this theory wrong lmao. Wonât get into that though. We all know. Sleeping with a bunch of women doesnât make you better prepared. Does it help? Sure. It all depends on the type of experience you have. For exampleâŠif most of those women were one night stands then what did you really learn? Not much. Just how to finesse your way into some pussy and a little bit of female nature.
I would argue that a guy that has slept with 10/15 girls, has had 2 serious relationships and has had a couple friends with benefits will have way more experience than a guy who simply just fucked 50 girls from tinder. You need to be around women for longer than 1-2 days to truly understand them. And one night stands will not help with that.
5) Myron: âa womanâs orgasm doesnât matter because you need male orgasm to make lifeâ
I disagree, 99.99% of the time we have sex for pleasure, not to make a baby. So if we have sex for pleasure then why is the female orgasm not important? In my opinionâŠMyron has trash/lazy dick. If you can make a girl cum and prioritize her orgasm..she will be obsessed with your dick. If her last bf or partner made her cum and you canâtâŠget ready to eventually get cheated on. Even if you check out all the other boxes. Women like to nut too fellas. Thereâs a reason why Angie prob is okay with not fucking him. Think about it
Myron is intelligent, but sometimes he trips over himself trying to be a guru. Heâs too extreme and black/white sometimes. For him thereâs almost never a middle ground.
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2024.05.18 20:45 Obvious_Outsider Character Analysis: Rean Schwarzer (How do I Feel About Rean?)
This post contains spoilers from CS1-Reverie,
including Reverieâs post-
game content. Disclaimer: The analysis portion of the Background section contains discussion of mental illness. I am not an expert in mental health, or any health field for that matter. Iâm just a guy applying his own perception, lived experiences, and surface-level knowledge to interpreting Reanâs arc. I probably donât even need to be making this disclaimer, but I felt like it.
Last year, I made
this post asking how the members of this sub felt about Cold Steelâs protagonist: the one and only Rean Schwarzer. I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of engagement it got, as well as the diversity of opinion expressed in the comments. There were those who loved him, those who were neutral on him, and a few who just couldnât stand him. At the time, I had just finished CS2, so there was a ton about Rean I wasnât privy to. However, now that Iâve played Reverie and am fully caught up with the first half of the series, I have a much fuller picture of him. Since so many of you were kind enough to offer up your takes on Rean back then, I figured Iâd express my own thoughts on him in the form of a proper analysis. Without further ado, letâs begin!
Background
Rean Schwarzer (born Rean Osborne) is the main protagonist of Trails of Cold Steel I, II, III, and IV, as well as one of the three main protagonists of Trails into Reverie. He was born in S.1187 to Erebonian commoners Brigadier General Giliath and Kasia Osborne. Reanâs father was a brilliant leader and strategist, but his commoner status made him an enemy of the militaryâs nobles. This led to Giliathâs home being attacked by jaegers when Rean was five, resulting in Kasiaâs death and Reanâs heart being punctured by shrapnel. In a desperate bid to save his sonâs life, Giliath made a deal with Ishmelga, the Ebon Knight, to become its Awakener and used its power to transplant his own heart into Reanâs body. Due to his deal with Ishmelga, Giliath was forced to give up custody of Rean, entrusting him to the care of Baron Teo Schwarzer. As a result, âRean Osborne,â the son of a commoner military officer, became âRean Schwarzer,â the adopted son of a minor noble family.
Although Reanâs new family was loving and supportive, his new life was not without struggle. The boyâs sudden, mysterious appearance in the Schwarzer household made the family - particularly Teo - the subject of gossip and controversy among other nobles. Some believed Rean was Teoâs illegitimate child, while others openly lambasted Teo for his willingness to potentially allow a commoner into the nobilityâs ranks. Teo essentially became an outcast among his noble peers, his familyâs name tarnished by rumor. Rean, for his part, came to believe he was at fault for this situation, and the subsequent guilt would plague him for many years.
Reanâs self-worth was further challenged by another, more personal problem that arose during his childhood. At age nine, Rean watched an unknown monster attack his younger sister, Elise, and the stress caused an innate âogre powerâ within him to manifest. Rean fell into a blind rage, savagely killing the monster. When he returned to his senses, Rean was traumatized by the scene he had left behind, and by the discovery of this new, violent side of him he could not control.
Two years later, Rean became an apprentice of the legendary swordsman Yun Ka-fai, founder of the Eight Leaves One Blade school, hoping to learn how to control his ogre powers. Despite showing great promise as a swordsman, Rean was unable to develop control over his ogre power, and Yun was eventually forced to cut short Reanâs training for unrelated reasons. Although the beginner-rank Rean continued to train on his own, the damage to his psyche was too deep-seated for him to fix alone. He believed he was nothing but a burden and a monster, undeserving of love or happiness. This guilt and self-loathing spurred him to always put othersâ needs and well-being above his own, believing himself less important than anyone else. This self-sacrificial behavior became a recurring problem for Rean over the course of his adolescence and early adulthood.
In S.1204, at age 17, Rean enrolled at the prestigious Thors Military Academy in eastern Erebonia. He, along with eight others, became part of Class VII, Thorsâs first socially integrated graduating class. Although he still struggled with low self-worth, Rean thrived in this new environment, quickly befriending his classmates and discovering his natural-born ability as a leader. By this time, Reanâs real father, Giliath Osborne, had become Chancellor of Erebonia and was being targeted for death by the Imperial Liberation Front - an anti-Osborne terrorist group. The ILF was a recurring presence in Class VIIâs lives during their first school year, and the two groups clashed frequently. At the end of the year, Reanâs life took a dramatic turn when he unexpectedly became the Awakener for the Divine Knight Valimar before watching the ILF - led by his friend Crow Armbrust - seemingly assassinate Osborne and spark a nationwide civil war. Thors came under siege by Crow shortly thereafter, and in the chaos, Rean was forcibly separated from his classmates.
One month later, Rean awoke in the Eisengard Mountain Range outside his adopted hometown, Ymir. Now armed with Valimarâs power, Rean rendezvoused with his family and set out to reunite Class VII. Although he succeeded, Rean was later captured by the Noble Alliance and was held captive alongside Erebonian princess Alfin Reise Arnor. With Alfinâs encouragement, Rean freed the two of them using his ogre powers and rejoined Class VII onboard the imperial familyâs airship Courageous. Thanks to Alfin and his bond with his classmates, Rean learned to stop fearing his ogre powers and started opening up more to those closest to him. Using the Courageous, Class VII successfully led a mission to retake Thors before ultimately confronting the Noble Allianceâs leader, Duke Cayenne, and stopping his plan to use the Infernal Castle to win the war. At the same time, new drama entered Reanâs life: Shortly after stopping Duke Cayenneâs plan, Crow unexpectedly died and Osborne was revealed to still be alive - and Reanâs real father. Rean, for his part, was formally recognized by the imperial government for his role in ending the war and became a national hero. This was, however, merely a ploy to pressure Rean into obeying Osborneâs wishes, and it succeeded, as Rean subsequently became an operative in Ereboniaâs conquest of Crossbell. It was during this time that he became acquainted with Crossbell Special Support Section leader Lloyd Bannings.After Crossbellâs annexation, Rean fought in the Northern War, which resulted in Erebonia annexing North Ambria. He partook in the siege of Haliask, where he fought archaisms using Valimar. During this stretch of the war, Rean lost control of his ogre powers and was rendered unconscious for three days. As a result, he once again lost faith in his ability to control himself, and swore off the use of his ogre power.
In April S.1206, roughly 1.5 years after the civil warâs end, Rean started a job as instructor of a ânew Class VIIâ at Thorsâs new branch campus in western Erebonia. At the branch campus, Rean bonded with his students and fellow faculty while also taking on assignments from the imperial government. It was also during this time that Osborneâs plan to trigger the Great Twilight started unfolding, causing Rean, his students, and his comrades to regularly butt heads with jaegers, Ouroboros, and powerful cryptids. Ultimately, however, Osborne outmaneuvered all attempts by Rean, Olivert, and others to stop him; the Courageous was destroyed by a bomb with Olivert still onboard, Reanâs forces were spread thin through various battles, and Rean himself was forced to watch as Millium Orion was killed and turned into a Sword of the End. Finally at his witâs end, Rean suffered a mental breakdown and was consumed by his ogre powers, causing him to violently trigger the Great Twilight himself before being taken captive by Osborne and Ishmelga.
After a short period of captivity, Rean was freed by Class VII and their allies. He, along with the SSS and the Liberl Bracer Guild, declined to become part of Musse Egretâs Operation Mille Mirage, instead choosing to oppose Osborne their own way. Rean, as Valimarâs Awakener, decided to partake in the Rivalries to reform the Great One, in hopes of defeating Ishmelgaâs curse. He gradually defeated and absorbed power from the other Awakeners until, finally, during Operation Jormungandr, he defeated Osborne and Ishmelga, becoming the pilot of a corrupted Great One. It is at this time when two different futures unfolded: In one, Rean flew the Great One beyond Zemuriaâs atmosphere to remove Ishmelga from the continent. In the other, Rean used the power of the Holy Beast of Earth to give Ishmelgaâs curse a corporeal form, allowing him and his friends to destroy it. It was this latter future that became Zemuriaâs reality, while the former remained hypothetical and unrealized.
Many months after Ishmelgaâs defeat, in S.1207, Rean became involved in the incident involving Crossbell and Elysium. While combating enemy forces in the Nord Highlands, Rean started undergoing assimilation with Ishmelga-Rean, an alternate version of himself created by Elysium based on the unrealized timeline from when Ishmelga was first beaten. Later, during the final confrontation with Ishmelga-Rean, the real Rean saw visions of his other selfâs sacrifice and finally grasped the devastating effects his past martyr-like behavior had on those he loved. He vowed to make a change before eliminating Ishmelga-Rean, stopping the assimilation.
Sometime after the clash with Elysium, Rean visited Longlai in eastern Calvard with his family, secretly hoping to track down Yun while there. Instead, he encountered members of the Ikaruga jaeger corps, who informed him that Yun was not in Longlai before departing. Rean has since contented himself with his current life as a Thors instructor, sensing that the next incident to befall Zemuria will involve not him, but an entirely different group of heroes.
Analysis: From even a cursory glance at Reanâs story, it is clear he endured much distress and trauma at a young age, and in my view, the result was deep-seated mental illness - namely depression. I am not a psychologist, but I would wager that the violent manner in which his five year-old self lost his home, his mother, and, almost, his own life, was horrific enough for his mind to block all memory of that period as a defense mechanism. This would help explain how Rean did not remember his real parentage until his encounter with Osborne in CS2 jogged his memory. Further stressing Rean were the controversies surrounding his adoption, which were not at all his fault but still interpreted as such by him, and the sudden, gory manner in which he learned of his ogre power. With such a potent combination of stressors burdening his young mind, it is no surprise to me that it took Rean such a long time to overcome his feelings of guilt and worthlessness. He was saddled with depression during the most formative period of his life, and like any mental illness, depression cannot be overcome with just one or two instances of positive reinforcement. It is often something people have to live with for many years, with periods of relative difficulty and relative ease. Looking at it this way, it makes sense for Reanâs arc to have taken as long as it did.
Side note: Obviously, Reanâs story is not the most realistic depiction of depression in fiction, but the manner in which it unfolds and is presented is still enough for me to take it seriously as a journey of struggling with mental health. When Rean receives support or encouragement from his friends and family, it helps in the short-term, but does little to erode the larger problem because that simply isnât enough. Further, Reanâs progress is not linear, but is marked with occasional setbacks: In CS2, he finally learns to stop fearing his ogre power, but in CS3, we see that he is still vulnerable to losing control of it, and he does so during the Northern War and in the finale of that game. He receives a pendant (âmeds?â) and training (âtherapy?â) to control said power in CS3, but he still struggles with it. In CS4âs âbadâ ending, even after everything he has gone through, Rean falls back into his old habits of self-sacrifice, because thatâs how âbaked-inâ his problems are; he doesnât even see the issue because heâs lived that way for so long. It is CS3âs finale that is the most striking part of Reanâs journey to me: In my eyes, it is the same as Rean having a mental breakdown, too overcome by his own emotional turmoil to control himself. He becomes consumed by his own demons, literally and figuratively, and it takes the collective effort of his loved ones in CS4 to bring him back to stability.
It is also fitting that Reanâs big turning point - the moment in Reverie where he sees the pain his martyr-esque behavior causes others - is as dramatic as the instances that facilitated Reanâs internal struggle to begin with. What I particularly appreciate about this chunk of Reanâs arc is that it is presented as Rean finally realizing the change he needs to make, rather than him being instantly cured of his ailments. It is simply him resolving to change his outlook on himself and his relationships, and that feels more grounded to me than any alternative route the writers could have taken.
Personality
Rean is a kind, courageous, selfless individual who greatly cares about those around him. Despite his own low self-esteem, he is a gifted speaker and possesses the spirit of a natural-born leader. It is this charisma that quickly made him the de facto leader of Class VII, as he often served as an intermediary for the interpersonal clashes between his other classmates (see: Machias/Jusis and Fie/Laura). He often goes out of his way to help his peers solve problems or make their lives easier. This behavior is propelled by his own feelings of worthlessness, which causes his generosity to often escalate to self-sacrificial activity. On the occasions when Rean is unable to help someone, he often feels guilty, even if the problem at hand was not his fault or was out of his control (examples include his inability to stop Vulcan and Crow from dying in CS2).
Rean is also extraordinarily perceptive thanks to his Unclouded Eye technique, which he learned from Yun Ka-fai. This allows him to set aside any preconceived notions or prejudices he may have and accurately discern a personâs true nature. His training also allows him to notice things others may not, such as objects moving at high speed or unseen people/creatures in his vicinity. At the same time, there are things he struggles to pick up on, namely when it comes to othersâ feelings regarding him. Rean often fumbles when it comes to romantic/intimate interactions with the girls in his life, either unintentionally flustering them or failing to understand how deep their feelings run. Rean also fails to understand how his martyr behavior hurts those he cares about, despite numerous incidents ending with people refusing to abandon him and calling him out for perceived recklessness.
Analysis: One thing Iâve always appreciated about Rean is that, despite his serious personal problems, he never comes off as whiny, annoying, cringe, etc. He knows how to compartmentalize and portray an air of confidence and amicability; I would attribute this to his noble upbringing, as we see similar behavior in other noble characters like Laura and Jusis. His natural ability as a speaker and leader are reminiscent of Osborneâs, as is his penchant for self-sacrificial behavior; Osborne was, after all, willing to bond with Ishmelga, literally give his heart to his son, and turn himself into a villain for the sake of his people.
There are considerable differences between Rean and the three protagonists who preceded him. He is almost the antithesis of Estelle: She is lively, spontaneous, and unafraid to open up to others emotionally, Rean is more reserved and measured, and is initially guarded, though he does learn to express himself over time. While he does share similar backstory details to Kevin, their outward personalities are starkly different, with Kevin being suave and laid-back and Rean being more serious and passive. As for Lloyd, while Rean does share his kindness, perception, and leadership ability, the two do have their differences as well. Lloydâs arc is about starting from nothing and overcoming barriers, gaining strength along the way. He is driven by a commitment to justice and a zealous patriotic spirit. Rean, on the other hand, starts out with great power at a young age but struggles to control it, making his journey more internal and personal than Lloydâs. Additionally, his fighting spirit comes not from burning passion, but from steely nerve and trust in his companions. And, of course, he is not morally gray like his successor, Van.
Relationships
Due to the sheer number of people Rean becomes involved with, I will only address his more notable relationships. Many will be in clusters, with only a select few individuals receiving their own entries.
- Old Class VII: Old Class VII is Reanâs core friend group through the entire Cold Steel arc. They are the ones who fight by his side during the arcâs major events, including the Erebonian civil war, the Great Twilight, and more. Although Emma Millstein was class president during their student years, Rean gradually becomes Old Class VIIâsâ de facto leader in the field due to his good rapport with all its members and his role in helping them bond with each other. By the end of CS1, he is very much the proverbial glue that holds Old Class VII together, and Rean executes this role flawlessly in CS2 by bringing their scattered members back together again. Despite his love for his classmates, Rean largely hesitates to seek them out for emotional support due to his low self-worth, and it isnât until he sees their heartbroken reactions to his âdeathâ in Reverie when he realizes how much he means to them.
- New Class VII: Rean is New Class VIIâs teacher at Thorsâs branch campus starting in CS3. Over the course of the game and its sequels, he forms a unique bond with each of his five students: A father-like figure for Altina, a tough-love mentor for Ash, a source of confidence for Kurt, a role model for Juna and⊠uh⊠maybe I shouldnât discuss Musse. Anyway, the wisdom Rean imparts on New Class VII helps them all mature into capable young adults, particularly Juna, who essentially fills Reanâs shoes in CS4 Chapter 1 and leads the charge to rescue him from Osborne.
- Schwarzer family: Reanâs adopted parents and sister. Rean cares deeply about the Schwarzers, to the point where seeing them being physically threatened causes his ogre powers to manifest uncontrollably in CS1-2. At the same time, despite having the Schwarzerâs unconditional love and support, Rean feels like a significant burden to them for much of his young life, particularly to Teo. This matter is eventually settled by the end of CS2. There is also the matter of Elise, his younger sister, who develops feelings for him as they age (writing that did not sit well with me at all, but the show must go onâŠ). Rean, for his part, is exceptionally protective of Elise until she finally rebuffs this part of him in Reverie, arguing that she is strong enough to take care of herself.
- Crow Armbrust: If any one member of Class VII, new or old, deserves an individual mention, it is unquestionably Crow. Crow and Rean share a unique, dynamic relationship that evolves considerably over the four Cold Steel games. In the beginning, Crow is Reanâs rival and superior in many ways. He is older, more cunning, and a stronger Awakener than Rean (at least when piloting Ordine). But over time, Rean gains strength and confidence, which allows him to beat Crow in CS2, and then defeat him again in CS4, at which point he essentially becomes Crow's lord and retainer by sparing his life.
- The two are very much foils for one another, with similarities and differences: Both are young men who are descended from political leaders (who were themselves bitter enemies). Both are Awakeners guided by witches - Crow by the mighty Vita and Rean by the fledgling Emma and Celine. At the same time they are almost total opposites as people, with Crow being cocky, deceptive, and rebellious, while Rean is modest, honest, and upstanding. Even their hair colors contrast! In that sense, Crow also serves as a benchmark for Rean's growth, as their relationship roles essentially switch in CS4, with Rean gaining dominance over Crow.
- Yun Ka-fai: Because there is still much mystery surrounding Yun Ka-fai, it is difficult to dissect him in the context of this write-up. However, we do know that Rean was Yun's last discipline - the last of four. Rean also receives correspondence from Yun at various points in the story, largely to give life updates and confer higher ranks onto Rean (Is this the Trails equivalent of Zoom classes? No, wait, they have actual tech for thatâŠ). From the content of his letters, Yun seems to think highly of Rean as both a person and a swordsman. Despite not being present for Rean's final few years of training, Yun understands Rean's journey intimately, to the point where he feels comfortable making Rean a Divine Blade through a proxy in CS4. This begs questions: How does Yun know so much? Does he possess some form of the Unclouded Eye that lets him detect such things in his students? Is he basically Yoda? Or is someone watching Rean on Yun's behalf? Furthermore, in his letter to Rean in CS3, he says he will impart his final teachings onto Rean âwhenâ they meet again. This might be reading too much into it, but Yun seems quite confident he will see Rean again. My guess is that Yun has something planned, if not for Rean, then for all of his disciples. And I suspect that that plan was part of why Yun chose to promote Rean to Divine Blade when he did. The timing, right before the final battle at the Duatha de Danann, is too convenient for me to ignore. Either Yun wanted to help Rean reach peak form in time, or he had some other motive. Or both.
- Giliath Osborne: Osborne is Rean's biological father. Despite coming off as callous at first, it becomes clear in CS4 and Reverie that Osborne truly loved his son and was willing to sacrifice everything for him, including his heart (literally) and his humanity. Rean inherited a number of traits from Osborne, including his charisma, leadership ability, flawed selflessness, and strength of spirit. The two share an innate need to put othersâ happiness over their own, albeit for different reasons, and both suffered in silence for years because of it. This is part of why, despite having the same goal, Rean and Osborne both fought each other with all they had during the final Rivalry: Neither wanted to see the other inherit the curse's full power, Osborne because he didn't want to see Rean suffer any longer and Rean because he essentially accepted that he was the curse's Sacrifice. After CS4, Rean learns more about Osborne's inner thoughts and motives, developing a deep admiration for his father and a desire to make his sacrifice worthwhile.
- Lloyd Bannings: Lloyd and Rean are quite comparable. They are the main protagonists of their respective arcs, both are leaders in their own right, both embody aspects of the âdense male protagonistâ trope, and both are overall kind, perceptive (outside of romance), overall heroic young men. But like Crow, Lloyd is a foil for Rean, and this is apparent from their very first meeting, in CS2's Divertissement. Lloyd and Rean's circumstances were polar opposites: Lloyd was a vigilante, relegated to the shadows, with only a skeleton crew for support, while Rean was an Erebonian national hero with a Divine Knight and the full power of his country behind him. At the same time, Rean had no agency during this time, as he had been manipulated by Osborne into accepting such status and becoming part of a reprehensible operation. Lloyd, on the other hand, was a free agent, uncompromising in his ideals and fighting tirelessly for true justice. In short, Lloyd was powerless but free, while Rean was powerful but trapped. In that moment, it is obvious that Rean respected Lloyd's convictions and may have even envied him. Fortunately for the two, they find themselves on the same side in CS4 and a proper friendship between the two forms.
- Patrick Hyarms: Patrick and Reanâs relationship had an uneasy start. Although Patrick initially tried to ingratiate himself with Rean, he was rebuffed due to his elitist attitude towards commoners and other non-nobles. Patrick was quick to change his disposition towards Rean, treating him with disgust due to his unknown origins and lack of noble blood. After being humiliated by Rean and the other non-noble men of Class VII, Patrick starts to reassess his mindset and eventually becomes more accepting of non-nobles. This, in turn, leads to Rean and Patrick becoming friends, and in CS3, the two are shown to be trusted partners in certain areas. The friendship is somewhat complicated by Patrickâs romantic interest in Elise, of whom Rean is especially protective.
Future
As a main series protagonist, Rean is basically guaranteed to return in a future game. Whether or not he will be playable or have a significant role in said game is difficult to ascertain, but given his lengthy period of stardom in the Cold Steel games and Trailsâs treatment of other past protagonists, my guess is that he will take more of a side role. Since Rean was looking for Yun Ka-fai after Reverie, and Yun is set to appear in Kai no Kiseki, I wouldnât be surprised to see Rean in that game at all - at least in flashback form. Failing that, Rean will surely appear in or close to the series finale. Of this I am certain.
Misc. Notes/Commentary
- Funnily enough, Reanâs final struggle with his powers in CS3-4 reminds me somewhat of the finale of Steven Universe Future, which similarly ends with the protagonist losing control of his powers and turning into a raging monster. It is only through the love and reassurance of Stevenâs friends and family that he is able to return to normal, and like Rean, he is not necessarily âcuredâ of anything; he simply has a newfound resolve to get better.
- For those curious: I did not include discussion of Reanâs âharemâ in this analysis because I do not see it as a core part of his character. The dating sim aspect of the Cold Steel games is just a silly fanservice gimmick and has no bearing on Reanâs growth or development. While it might have indirectly limited the interpersonal relationships the female characters of CS could form with other males, it did not have a similar effect on Rean.
- Ftr, I romanced Alisa in CS2 and Sara in CS4.
- Reanâs two big âpower of friendshipâ moments in the series - unlocking Spirit Unification in CS2âs Intermission and snapping out of his ogre rage in CS4âs Fragments chapter - both involve him being faced with a golden crystal which symbolizes his many loving relationships. This is a minor detail, but I do appreciate the parallels at work here.
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2024.05.18 18:40 Jay-Writer Things feel just so hopeless.
Costs of living have gotten insane. The apartment I used to rent eight years ago for $600 is now $1800. My partner and I qualify for "cheap" housing, but a "cheap" mortgage with no other bills factored in is $2500 a month - I could not afford it by myself, and if my partner breaks a bone and can't work we'd be homeless in no time.
I'm not the only person who's ranted about how greed has destroyed so much of our lives. I'm just another person feeling the effects of it all. I was born into poverty, didn't want to raise kids in it. Now I'm mourning the fact that I will never be able to afford to have kids, despite on paper being what should be 'middle class'. If I had been born twenty years sooner, I could have easily afforded a home and a family. I can't afford a $20,000 bill for a hospital birth, and I can't afford a $5000 bill for a home birth where I would be fucking scared of something going wrong and leading to a worse hospital bill.
I'm extremely depressed and wanted to do therapy, but I can't even afford that. Even Betterhelp which reviews say isn't actually good is close to $400 a month. There are therapists that offer a sliding scale, but they only look at how much you make monthly and not all of the bills like car insurance/phone bills/utilities/groceries that swallow each of my paychecks with greedy gulps. I have to scrimp and save for a doctor's visit to hopefully get put on some antidepressants, and then I have to hope the side effects of said medication aren't so bad this time/actually work.
It's a knife to the gut when people ask us when we're having kids, because we'd make great parents. I get this overwhelming feeling of loss in my heart when I see families with kids out and about. Maybe in the future prices will settle down, and things will be affordable. But by then my biological clock would have run out of time. Adoption/fostering could be an option if we ever manage to get a house- though even getting a fixer upper at this point is damn near $400,000. All while we both work with no days off together, only seeing each other briefly in the evenings. I barely can see my friends because we all work opposite days and shifts.
TW: suicide
I don't think I can keep living in this world. I can't keep making money for other people to get richer while they find any reason they can to weasel out of giving raises. I worked at a nursing home during the height of Covid, where raises were promised yearly. We didn't get a raise or any hazard pay for two years. Our 'covid bonus' was a $100, which was what we usually got for a Christmas bonus, and there was no Christmas bonus that year. You can work hard, but if someone doesn't want to give you extra money or appreciation for your work you can't make them. Things are not going to get better on their own, but the people with power to change things don't care and I as an average person can't make them.
I feel so trapped and helpless. I feel priced out of a good life. I can't maintain this pace. I have nothing to look forward to in the future. I only see things getting worse. I have struggled mentally and financially my entire life. Until I met my partner I was going through life on my own barely treading water. And while they are a lifejacket I'm tired of being in the water- I want to be on the shore. I want solid ground beneath my feet that I can call my home. I'm not asking for a mansion with a pool, I'm asking for a two bedroom home. When we go on zillow we look at the price histories, and the prices have spiked by the hundred thousands. And since the people who can afford them have no problem paying that price, why would people selling drop the rates when they can make a half million off a home they bought for $120,000 a decade ago?
There's nothing for me in the future. Nothing but more heartache and I've more than had my fill of that. I'm dragging myself along for my partners sake, but I'm so close to finally giving up. Mother's day was fucking rough and this week has been incredibly hard. I 100% get why people abuse substances to escape their lives, and I'm struggling not to fall into that same pit. Here's hoping I can get that doctors appointment soon, and that the medication actually helps. Because right now... I don't see the point of living.
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2024.05.18 18:00 _yaxxm Basically, an essay why I loved Colin (and Polin) in P1
God P1 was everything and more and it's so sad that people cannot wait until P2 to pass judgement. Colin is meant to be unlike himself, and Penelope brings him HOME!! He is meant to be a rake, because he was told by every man he is close with that that is how a man should be. Feel nothing and be the picture of masculinity and charm.
Every time he is around Pen he is soft and tender, and his false bravado goes out the window. We see this first in episode 1. He sees Pen and is immediately drawn to her. He cannot keep his eyes off her, this is the beginning. When she runs out, he is immediately concerned. The other men literally are like "why are you concerned with her? keep talking to us" and he looks ANNOYED during this and immediately excuses himself. Pen is more important than these men and he cares for Pen, of course he is going to leave and speak to her. When he apologizes, he is sincere and he very much cares about getting back into Pen's good graces. That is incredibly important to him.
We then see this in episode 2 when they are talking about their meet cute. He is so happy to reminisce and that is the beginnings of him begin his normal sweet self, for and because of Penelope. He is trying to be reassuring to her, and he cares about her success in finding a partner and wants her to succeed (for now, this is very short lived lmao). We then see the first hints of Colin becoming Jealous over Pen. This happens when he sees Pen is talking about gossip and Lady Whistledown with the lord, and she is smiling and enjoying herself. Colin's first question is "do you like him?" probably because right now he wants her to be with someone who makes her happy and whom she likes, but also, he is subconsciously scoping out her feelings. Does she perhaps like this man? He doesn't know yet why that makes him a little squirmy and uncomfortable to think about.
When she is outed for getting help, he follows her, and even scolds Eloise for her blabbing. Pen is hurt and he is deeply troubled by this, he doesn't care who sees and he pushes past men and women alike to tail her. He even BRIBES A MAID TO SEE HER AFTER DARK TO MAKE SURE SHE IS ALRIGHT. Before their kiss, Colin has always been a little unhinged. He even kisses her without question, lmao. He didn't even deny or say he didn't want to he just didn't like her speaking about her dying and to see her feel so dejected. I for one LOVED the first kiss scene. I did not see it as Pen begging for a kiss. I saw it as a woman, who is torn down by her family and the society around her wanting to know what a kiss would feel like, because she feels that she will never find a husband. And so far she has been rejected at every turn. She is at her lowest and she is confiding in Colin and being the most honest she can possibly be. She wanted a kiss from him, and she asked, and COLIN not only kissed her once but really went for it lmao! Colin also looked like he was seeing the heavens and stars for the first time after kissing Pen. She said thank you, and really, he should have said thank you to her. That was the last little nudge the boulder needed for him to realize how much he has been missing by not loving her or seeing her as a romantic possibility.
Every piece of the puzzle was there, his care for her, their comfortability and closeness and their common respect and interest. All that was needed was a shred of physical intimacy, which is so valid of Colin. It really didn't even begin at the kiss either, the start was really when she caressed his hand and bandaged him up. This is the scene he literally recalls when she gathers his courage to go and tell her how he feels and make sure that she does not marry Debling. Not their kiss, but a tender moment where she is caring for him and tells him his writing is very good. A hand touch is what really made him get his ass in gear and go and fight for his girl and his love. He didn't just realize his love because of a kiss, it was a combination of every interaction leading up to this season and the kiss.
Episode 3 is where this ABSOLUTELY SHINES!! Colin has basically entirely obsessed with Pen, and I love it. His dream is incredible, and even more incredible is his absolute inability to form a coherent sentence the morning after. He is awkward and is fumbling his words. One of my favourite scenes of the entirety of P1 is when Colin and Pen speak under the tree. They are both awkward. Pen because she is embarrassed to have asked her friend for a kiss, that she assumed was out of pity. You can see she is awkward because of her frustration in herself. She is trying to distance herself from him, because she is embarrassed. Colin on the other hand is awkward, because that was probably the single best moment in his life lmao.
When Pen says their lessons must stop, he is so upset. He's entirely following her lead for this conversation despite his own feelings. He asked her TWICE WHY THEIR LESSONS HAVE TO STOP, He seems a little confused, like what do you mean they have to stop?! And he pauses at the word sensible. It is sensible for their lessons to stop, so why is he SO UPSET ABOUT IT. She then says they need to keep their distance and he is also clearly upset by this too, but he wants Pen to be comfortable and happy. This scene is my roman empire for P1 and I could rewatch it 100 times and still love it. It just is such an unhinged way of showing their confusing feelings and Colin's inability to speak his mind up to this point. He is going with the flow and trying to show indifference and he s failing. When he begins to say, "I hope..." it is so likely that he is about to say, "I hope you find a husband" but that's not actually what he wants so he stops, and instead ends with "I very much wish for your happiness"! He literally cannot even utter the words "I hope you find a husband" lol.
When they are in the tent, he can barely focus on their conversation. All he can do it ask if Pen likes Debling and then stare at her lips. When she says he is not displeasing to gaze upon the way he nods is so annoyed jealousy coded. He's basically feigning interest while thinking "oh great she also thinks he is attractive...." this is the first inkling of him truly losing her.
Finally, episode 4, Colin is nearly back to his normal self. He does not care about his false bravado; he is in love with Pen, and she has chosen to court another man. He is willing to accept this until his mother comes and tells him subtly to go and get his girl lmao. I love this scene because mama Violet always knows, and he really was like you know what my mother is right letâs go, after recalling their study hand touch and her saying nice things about him. Not even their kiss. He has always been in love with her because she is clever and warm and because she has always appreciated him. Basically, everything he said in his apology in EP1 is why he loves her, which is so sweet. He does not care about social manners or what society will think when he literally GOES TO THE DANCE FLOOR AND INTERUPTS!! He then proceeds to pull a Penelope and tell her she cannot marry Debling. This is a direct parallel of when Pen warned Colin of Marina and that she did not love him. Colin is basically just making up reasons though, which I love because honestly Debling, while it may not have been a love match Pen could still have been very happy and there is nothing to say that Debling would not have fallen in love, I mean this is Pen we are talking about.
Then we get the CARRIAGE SCENE!!! This shit was so good, and Colin was 1000% back to his S1 lovely soft self. Their giggling, and when he asked if the carriage driver could just keep on going, I was giggling and kicking my feet. When he caressed her hair and fixed her dress, I was a goner and when he asked her "Are you going to marry me or not" that and his actions and voice and everything felt so much like S1 and S2 Colin, no false bravado. Just him speaking to the girl he loves and wanting to make sure she stays with him, and he does not lose her again.
Colin has had such a progression; I didn't even mind the brothel scenes myself because they were a plot device to show that he was changing. The first time, yeah, he was enjoying himself and the second time around he literally didn't even want to participate and watch. He has just been constantly growing as a character in terms of reverting back to his sweet self. Even scene with other men shows this as well and they were some of my favourites. He disagrees with the men and pushes past them and really begins to distance himself from them. I honestly hope in P2 he gives them a piece of his mind, because his rejection of them has been a bit subtle. I feel like there could be a scene where the men comment negatively on his engagement to Pen and he just sticks up for her, and that would be a good parallel to his comments at the end of S2.
Anyways, just call me Pen because I love Colin! No one could ever make me hate Colin!
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