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I've Been Doing a Lot of Whatever the Fuck I Want Lately and I Like It
It's the day of Ayonna's Zoom court hearing so she's thinking about survivalist jailhouse makeup hacks. They've improved since women used to use scraped paint chips off their cell walls as face powder, dampened red paper as rouge, permanent markers for eyebrow pencils, Kool-Aid doubling as hair dye and blush, and M&Ms as lipstick because deprivation causes innovation for self-preservation. That and Jamahl's excruciatingly murky explanation of his 2-year wedding day gap even though he's as open a book as a text at a class final that provides no specific answers to a general essay question. It's not that he wants to delay a ceremony displaying his love for Shellfish publicly; it's about financing a befittingly royal wedding for the ghetto version of Prince Charles and the late Diana Spencer to whom the masses must bow down, and that includes the judge who simply doesn't understand the trials and tribulations of a multi-tasking single mother with behavioral problems negotiating her child's breakfast.
Court: . . . will continue matter until she can show up in court next week since we are clearly inconveniencing her. 🙄
Ayonna: I'm just a single mother with no help. You're not going to tell me I can't feed my daughter; that's never going to happen. Is it ok if I give my daughter breakfast?
Court: We are in court here. This is a court proceeding. ⚖️
Ayonna: Ok. Just be hungry. 😏
Four years probation because the judge's gnarly attitude is taking it out on me? Girl, what are you talking about? Bitch, you're gonna' tell me I can't feed my daughter? She can kiss my ass! I'm livid. Livid! 🤬
Jamahl: At the end of the day filled with dickheads, we still gotta' bite our tongues.
I'm not selfish; I've just decided that taking your feelings into consideration is too much damn work.
Keep Your Head High and Your Middle Finger Higher
For someone more accustomed to being abused than amused, Candice has said "I love you" to Andrew more times than the repetitive phrase, turn down for what, in the party anthem by DJ Snake and Lil Jon of the same name. While Andrew, true to his word, kneels and immediately proposes, Candice hesitates, and in that moment, resembles a raw double-chinned Pillsbury dough girl with an unnatural sheen, a face too sunken in its gravity to show happiness, and sad raisin eyes reflecting physical distress. But Andrew doesn't clock any of this; he's carrying out his promise to Candice's mom in a dream he made up though she has more eyes on her truck as she doubtless recalls her fond days of street racing, driving without a license, attempted stolen vehicle, felony burglary and constantly running from the police. If she were wearing cargo pants, she could stuff them with the faux Louis Vuitton handbag contents to savor as she completes her halfway house program so she can change addresses. If he could see past his own needs, he'd notice she was trying to figure where the hell he got the idea she cared. If I've cut you, it's because you handed me the scissors.
Patience: What You Have When There Are Too Many Witnesses
Joey is taking advice from Minerva, a sex columnist who looks like Chris Farley in drag who was super stoned and wandered into the backrooms of "Saturday Night Live" for a costume change and makeup refresh before rehearsing his Fellatio 101 sketch outlined on a chalkboard: Watch amateur porn for tips. Practice dirty talk. Get excited about being excited. Use both hands simultaneously and don't bogart that spit. Don't forget, steady wins the race. Freshen up before getting online and spending money for a rented motel room far away from your parents so you can have 15 minutes of precious sexy time before your monogamous lover warns you to deactivate your online profile that his friend saw. Hey, I found your nose; it was in my business.
The King Eats First
Once again, the kids are savvier than their parents. A striking Cheyenne and Nehemiah adjust their schedules to Rob's extended sentence that Tennie tries to embroider in her naïveté while every family member is worried about their displacement when Rob physically enters the picture even though he's already there in camera spirit. It's a which-came-first-the-chicken-or-the-egg question - is it a good thing the alpha male has streams-of-revenue for Tennie's shopping jones or is she shopping because she's worried about getting with an alpha male? He's a poker king like Marcelino making 6-7K a month in jail even though online playing for real money is prohibited, and I doubt his pod mates have that kind of extra cash regularly available. Any man in this day and age who can tell a woman to "sit down and be cute" must have it figured out as a lion doesn't care about a sheep's opinion. I bring too much to the table to be treated like a napkin.
Does One of Your Balls Hang Lower Than the Other?
Rick looks like a twig the wind blew off a tree or a stranded lost lamb in a field surrounded by hungry landlocked predators looking for a banquet. Sandy is sending him pictures of the reunion to remind him of her existence while 4x-married Samantha is positioning herself to long-distance bullrope and hog tie her bachelor into a ball-and-chain before he has time to think about how he's going to stretch a rigorously set pension into providing her commissary and visitation requests. His pickleball buddy, Dan, doesn't really give a damn; it's only his nieces who are rightfully tut-tutting her dictatorial attitude and snarking, "Fifth time is a charm." "Maybe I do have options," Rick muses, but then turns around and crows, "She builds me up." Sure, right after she shakes him up - like a snow globe. It ain't what you don't know that gets you in trouble; It's what you know for sure that just ain't so.

Hey there! I’m a 20-year-old guy born and raised in the beautiful hills of West Virginia. I’m a down-to-earth person who loves the simple things in life. You can usually find me hiking the scenic trails, walking the quiet valleys, or just enjoying the peaceful outdoors. But at the right time I can grab a decent book and relax at the house or catch a movie with friends.
I’m a student working towards my degree, but in my free time, I’m all about adventures—whether it’s a spontaneous road trip, trying out a new local restaurant, or just stargazing on a clear night. I’m also a bit of a writer. I’m always coming up with a new story.
Looking For:
I’m looking for someone who shares my love for nature and has a kind, genuine heart. Someone who enjoys good conversation, has a great sense of humor, and isn’t afraid to try new things. If you’re up for some adventure and enjoy the simple pleasures in life, let’s chat and see where things go!
Interests:
Hiking and camping Exploring local history Music (I’m a singer) Cooking (especially grilling) Watching the stars Writing And Occasionally Gaming
Fun Fact:
Ive travelled to 16 different countries and traveling is one of the best choices I’ve made in my life!
Favorite Quote:
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
What I’m Looking For:
Someone adventurous and outdoorsy A good sense of humor Kind and caring Enjoys quiet nights as much as exciting days Open to exploring new places and experiences If you think we might click, send me a message! I’m looking forward to meeting someone special.

Hi there r4r!
Just a friendly 25-year-old girl saying hello from Asia. I'm stoked to be part of this awesome community. When I'm not getting lost in the world of Stardew Valley (currently hoarding all the in-game coconuts I can find), you'll usually catch me with my nose buried in a good book.
But my biggest passion has to be cooking and experimenting with new recipes in the kitchen. Exploring different flavors and cuisines is such a thrill for me. Lately, I've been on a Korean food kick, mastering all the delicious dishes.
Apart from my culinary adventures, I also love getting out and exploring my city. Whether it's wandering aimlessly to soak in the local vibes or checking out the vibrant art scene, I'm all about embracing the culture around me.
To be honest, I've been feeling a bit bored and stagnant recently. That's why I'm hoping to connect with some fabulous new people here and inject a bit more excitement into my life. I may not be a musical prodigy or gaming guru, but I absolutely live for thought-provoking conversations about current events and issues.
Once we get to know each other better, I'm usually down to move things over to Discord for some virtual hangouts! If you think we'd vibe well, feel free to slide into my DMs. I'm really looking forward to meeting some uber cool humans from this community.
Let's chat soon!

Books I loved: - He who fights with monsters - Azarinth Healer - Heretical Fisher - Noobtown - Return of a runebound professor - My best friends a eldritch horror - A wild Fey has appeared - Warrior of the mist - Paranoid Mage - Beware of Chicken - Legends and lattes - Terra Nova
Books that weren’t my cup of tea: - Dungeon Crawler Carl - The Primal Hunter - Cradle - Jake’s Magic Market - The wandering inn - Dungeon Item shop - Dungeon Mercantile
There are others but this was all I could think of.

Title correction: "Gardevoir is not that good."
Very long if you don't wanna read then don't.
I've played a lot of gardevoir (200 matches whilst I have 500 matches overall lol). I'm green badge and gardevoir is my favourite and the character I've had the most fun with overall and whilst my win/loss ratio has maintained a steady 60% with it ive slowly fallen out of love with it slightly as i begin to notice it's flaws. I'm good at her aswell but after playing with her so much I've come to realise that it's just not a good Pokémon. Barely viable aswell.
I've played gardevoir in every style, defensive/offensive whatever style there is I've played it. I used energy amplifier (lvl 19), spoon (level 24) the glasses that gives 7% (level 24). I believe that this is basically a full power gardevoir but even still it's very lacking I believe. Especially considering that the meta is filled with bulky characters whom I've come to notice that gardevoir doesn't even take 10% of their health.
Sometimes I have to even use 3+ future sights on speedsters. Gardevoir should be a tank depleter and a counter to the bulky mon or I feel as if it should be because that's the type of game style that the character entails no? And for a ranged character it doesn't even have good range aswell imo. On top of that it's so fricking slow. I got out sped by a garchomp once 😂. I had X speed aswell. And the garchomp was a dig/earthquake that ultimately killed me.
I've realised in games even when I carry and do the most I would've done better by picking another attacker. Even thunder Pikachu would be better in most situations. I feel as if instead of helping my team as a gardevoir I'm actually just holding them back and making it worse even when we're winning. Also when I'm laning as a gardevoir I feel as if it's just pointless to defend my goal when my partner is absent (dead, afk, just wandered off) as I'll just get bodied even on my goal.
As for moves I used future sight/moonblast as I find it just more fun and playable than psyshock/psychic. I tried playing the latter but I don't play as well/have as much fun but even still I've realised that gardevoir is the equivalent of an annoying fly for the bulkier all rounders (most of them) and defenders and is just food for the faster all rounders and speedsters when they are the same level. When a gardevoir is even one level higher than another it destroys the other but that's most Pokémon no?
I've seen all rounders and defenders shrug of psyshocks/future sights. The only real threat gardevoir has is fairy singularity which i try to use when the enemy is grouped together but even still I've realised some Pokémon are unaffected by it (take little to no damage) like dragonite who I hit with the unite/all three psyshocks and a psychic which I realized didn't even delete a 1/6 of its health which left me very discouraged. And then there are other Pokémon that just walk out of it 😂. Maybe I'm lagging but certain Pokémon with dashes use their dashes and escape even when they're right in the middle of it and it has already started. Idk maybe I'm just bad 😂. The other things gardevoir has is moonblast which is great.
Lastly if you play gardevoir and your teammates are subpar you're basically finished. You can be the best of the best with gardevoir (not me) but if your teammates are bad it's over basically.
It's only really good in team fights and if you want to deal high damage by the end of the game (even my worst games with gardevoir end with very high damage). I know I said that gardevoir doesnt do high damage to bulky mons but it's because most bulky mons have a sustain (for some reason 😂, why should a Pokémon with a massive health pool be able to regenerate that health pool, it's actually bs) which makes them unkillable for gardevoir if it's one on one or even sometimes with a couple of teammates + gardevoir against that sustain bulk Mon.
Lemme give you a examples of why I've just realized after 200 games that gardevoir isn't a good Pokémon. It begins with first with a zeraora. A zeraora (no shield) decided to run straight into my goal zone. Ok, I think, easy. Ima just moonblast it hit it with a future sight and then another future sight. That should be enough. Okay I hit it twice with future sight now. Still doesn't die? Strange. Im half health now. I used my unite cuz I'm annoyed and ill get it back by rayquaza. Huh??? It's not dead? Then I die. Boom. It uses its unite and wild charges me. Second instance happened not too long ago. An outrage dragonite with half health. I spam future sight on it. My teammates (machamp, miraidon) begin wailing on it, they both die. Now it's me Vs dragonite and it has less than a quarter of its health. Okay easy I'm full health and I'm quite the distance away. I moonblast, hit it with two future sights within seconds. Boom dragon dance outrage I'm dead. I've been hitting it with future sights for the past 30 seconds (that's like 15) and it doesn't die? Next match I'm versing a tyranitar. Okay tyranitar is a beast I gotta keep my distance. Okay the tyranitar has no health (barely visible health bar) I blast it with future sight??? Wtf it's not dead you can't even see the colour in the health bar. I hit it with another and a moonblast and I kid you not he just does his voodoo on me and I die.
Another thing I've realised is the range at which gardevoir throws it's attacks is very easily closed by all rounders and speedsters. This makes gardevoir less than viable and makes it even more squishy than it already is. At least with decid/cinder you can use rapid fire scarf to enhance your already strong basic attack (gardevoirs basic attack = very weak).
I just want y'all who have read to know that I consider myself good with gardevoir but gardevoir in terms of the meta is not a good Pokémon. A Pokémon who can get outpaced by even bulky mons isn't good.
What's the point in gardevoir if it really only destroys other attackers (that's really the only group that I've consistently noticed that gardevoir is great at defeating, but it's not a big deal considering that's literally the speedsters job).
In my time playing gardevoir I've composed good/bad matchups Good matchups - Decidueye (rapid fire or not as long I always kill them) - Duraludon (Easy peasy stationary squishes) - Garchomp (Slow asf except for that one time I got outpaced by it for some reason) - Charizard (as long as it doesn't have/use it's unite but they always have/use it) These four are the onlys ones who can rarely get to me or maime me unless they are like 100 levels above me. The two attackers can just be dealt with by speedsters (more difficult to deal with decid though) and the two all rounders are basically nullified by every attacker in the game.
Bad matchups - Every speedster that can get in and/or out quickly + speedy all rounders (mimikyu) (not so much zeraora as it doesn't kill you as fast as the other ones) these include talonflame, leafeons. And others. They cannot be hit by gardevoirs more precise hits such as future sight (future sight requires being able to predict them speedsters can prove difficult to predict and psyshock for some reason only hits in one direction and isn't directional). - Tanky mons with dashes/lifesteal/stuns or all three. These include dragonite (outrage), who can wallop you in your goal and cannot be escaped considering he can stun you with basic attacks (for some reason), tyranitar, who I believe has lifesteal and also has high dps, slows you down and can dash to you/pull you towards him. A good tyranitar would wallop a great gardevoir even if the tyranitar is barely in the gardevoirs range. Yeah this is like more than half the mons in the game 🤣.
I believe gardevoir would be great if you could play with 4 friends in a balanced team but I don't have that unfortunately.
All in all: - Gardevoir is lacking in mobility (can get outpaced by bulky mon that realistically shouldn't be too fast) - While it should be strong in terms of burst damage it really does little to no damage to certain Pokémon like outrage dragonite, falinks, mamoswine, tyranitar. - Bad teammates = bad gardevoir - Only good in team fights (when your team actually is participating and not just farming mins 😡) . - Incredible weak basic attack
Basically I'm saying is that gardevoirs just not the best at what it is. There's way better Pokémon who are much easier to play. Like Pikachu (not electro ball), or even cinderace.

Hello we are 2TMC a 21+ community server much like Hermitcraft. We are a SMP with emphasis on being friendly (with a little bit of chaos) with other players, and trying to be a welcoming community to everyone. We are running a Semi-Vanilla server with a few terrain generation mods and additional mods that enhance the vanilla experience (see list below).
We are looking for players who will be active in game on chat and on our Discord voice channels. The server is in NA but we accept players from all around the world. Discord and a mic are required! We love to chat on voice in game but it's definitely not required! We are also youtubestreamer friendly. So if you love to play minecraft and are looking for a friendly environment where you can prank others and do community projects then send us a message! We'd love to chat with you.
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Hello we are 2TMC a 21+ community server much like Hermitcraft. We are a SMP with emphasis on being friendly (with a little bit of chaos) with other players, and trying to be a welcoming community to everyone. We are running a Semi-Vanilla server with a few terrain generation mods and additional mods that enhance the vanilla experience (see list below).
We are looking for players who will be active in game on chat and on our Discord voice channels. The server is in NA but we accept players from all around the world. Discord and a mic are required! We love to chat on voice in game but it's definitely not required! We are also youtubestreamer friendly. So if you love to play minecraft and are looking for a friendly environment where you can prank others and do community projects then send us a message! We'd love to chat with you.
Data packs on the server

• afkdisplay
• anti enderman grief
• armored elytra
• better item frames
• blackstone cobblestone
• blaze and cave's advancements pack
• coal to black dye
• charcoal to black dye
• confetti creepers
• coordinates hud
• craftable notch apples
• craftable coral blocks 3x3
• craftable gravel
• craftable bundles rabbit hide
• custom nether portals
• double shulker shells
• dragon drops
• durability ping
• fast leaf decay
• graves
• larger phantoms
• more mob heads
• mountain angels
• name formatting station
• player head drops
• real time clock
• silence mobs
• straight to shapeless
• unlock all recipes
• universal dyeing
• unpackable nether wart
• villager workstation highlights
• wandering trades hermit edition

​
Fabric mods on the server

• armor poser
• audioplayer
• cloth config api
• clumps
• enhanced groups
• fabric per player spawns
• geophilic
• head index
• just an end anchor
• keep head names
• more mob variants
• no chat reports
• player pronouns
• radio
• regrowth
• shulker+
• shulkerboxtooltip
• simple voicechat
• slimyfloor
• status
• stitched snow
• terralith
• towns and towers
• william wythers' overhauled overworld

​
Fabric mods required to join the server

• armor poser
• cloth config api
• just an end anchor
• more mob variants
• no chat reports
• shulker+
• simple voicechat
• status
• xareos minimap
• xareos worldmap

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Server Rules

1. Be Respectful
2. No griefing, stealing, or cheating
3. Chat is English only
4. Non-Destructive Pranks are allowed (so Hermitcraft style pranks)
5. Spawn area is for a spawn town
6. Bases must be built 250 blocks away from Spawn.
7. No duping except for carpet, rail and tnt.
8. No combat logging, this means mobs as well.
9. Taking items/griefing from active and maintained ruin sites is prohibited.
10. No hacking or hacked clients
11. No using others builds, items, villagers, etc without their permission.

If you are interested in joining please fill out this application

Previous Part
I woke up to the smell of sausage and eggs. Over by the side of my bed was a tray with a masterfully prepared omelet and sausage to match. That’s not what caught my eye though. What did that was the little note stuck to the side of they tray.
“Sorry for terrorizing you- R”
Was scrawled in barley legible hand writing, Rocco’s I imagined.
“So it can cook but not write?”
I muttered to myself as I got out of bed.
A fresh change of clothes was laid out for me and I decided just not to question it. The clothes fit perfectly and I tried not to let my mind wander as to why that was while I ate breakfast. Rocco’s omelet was outstanding, for a trash panda he made a great cook but I have no idea where he would’ve picked that up. After I finished I brought my dishes downstairs and ran into Stein in the kitchen.
“The clothes fit don’t they? My eyes aren’t what they used to be, I should’ve just sent Rocco up to ask your size.”
“No no, they fit fine, and please don’t send Rocco to do anything without telling me. I think that might just give me a heart attack on the spot. I’m still really not used to all… this going on”
I said gesturing to the raccoon who had wandered into the kitchen and was now flipping me the bird with both his paws.

Stein nodded to me with what I hoped was understanding. As much as Rocco seemed harmless (Maybe… hopefully?) I really didn’t want the furry little demon arriving anywhere near me unexpectedly. We already saw how that went in the basement yesterday. I finished washing my dishes in the sink as Stein ate his breakfast. He seemed so calm and normal, compared to the things I’d seen in this house so far. If you took one look at Bianca you say she looked too good to be true. Rocco is… well, he’s a talking raccoon, that’s immediately strange. But when it came to Frank and Stein you couldn’t tell there was anything off about them. Honestly I still had trouble seeing where they fit into this whole thing.
I was lost in this train of thought as I went through the motions of taking my groceries out of the refrigerator where someone had put them. I didn’t even realize Bianca was standing behind me till she tapped my shoulder. Jumping out of my skin I screeched out,
“Jesus Rocco what the hell!”
Bianca went from serious to laughing hysterically in no time flat.
“He really has you spooked after last night doesn’t he?”
She barely got out between bouts of laughter.
“I’m sorry really, oh and I’ve got this for you.”
Chuckled Bianca, handing me a wad of cash with a face that didn’t look remotely sorry for laughing at me.
“Just for that I’ll take it! But I’ve got to ask, how do you have this much cash just lying around, isn’t that a little risky?”
“You’d have to ask my unc… Frank or Stein.”
Bianca answered, stumbling on the apparently familiar lie. As she said this Stein stood up from the table and answered my question.
“Researching the supernatural isn’t always safe but Germany pays its scientists well, even if we don’t work for them anymore.”
“Germany? When did you work with the German government?”
I asked, a sinking suspicion settling into the pit of my stomach.
“1941, The Führer requested me specifically and I met Frank there. Oh don’t look at me like that! I didn’t support his cause, he simply wanted to look into forces outside his control and that was my specialty. It was business nothing more.”
Stein responded, pointing his finger at me and sounding a little annoyed.
“But that would make you… there’s no way you’re that old. Uh I don’t mean!”
“Think nothing of it, if anything, it means our serum worked. Distilled it from the DNA of a few pureblooded vampires and designed it to slow human aging to a crawl.”
Bianca cut him off,
“Stein, I think I can see steam coming out his ears. Can we maybe give the supernatural stuff a rest? I know you’ve been around it all your life but I think its a bit much for him.”
“Yes, I suppose your right Bianca. I’ll leave you two be then.”
Stein surrendered, as he turned and walked out of the room. Like he hadn’t just dropped yet another bomb on me.
I held myself together much better this time. After talking raccoons and succubi, learning vampires apparently existed in such an offhanded manner just didn’t surprise me as much. At this point I was just about ready to accept any supernatural entity I’d ever heard of existed in some capacity. In fact that might be the best policy moving forward.
“Hey you’re not going to pass out on us again right?”
Bianca asked turning back to me, genuine concern in her voice.
“No, I’ll be fine. The more I hear about this kind of thing the better I am at just accepting it. It’s a lot easier hearing it from one of you guys than having it drop out of the sky at me.”
I joked, walking with Bianca to the door. I noticed my poor attempt at a joke was the first time I said anything about Imalone without feeling like someone would call me crazy. I couldn’t dwell on that for too long right now though, I had to drop off the groceries that had taken me a full day to get. In hindsight though, I’ve had worst trips to the grocery store.
The next few days passed without any real issues, I got things set up in the house and ordered some furniture with the money I got from Bianca. On the second day I figured I should go out and explore the town a bit. I was getting bored being cooped up doing normal things and apparently I wanted to throw a wrench in all that.
“Maybe a bar” I thought to myself as I walked out the door just as the sun had started to think about setting, “Those are always a good place to meet people”.
This is where I tell you I may be just a little awkward. Even back home I didn’t really get out and meet new people much but I figured now is as good a time as any to start. I threw together a quick outfit with the clothes I brought with me from home. Hopefully I looked at least a little bit presentable in khakis and a red dress shirt. I walked out my door and immediately saw Bianca’s house peering out over the town. I considered dropping by to see if Bianca wanted to join me. I had told her about the reasons I ended up in Eagles Peak but I still knew precious little about her. I assumed her past wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. I wanted to know what exactly drew someone like her to a sleepy little town like this. Maybe seeing if she wanted to join me would be a good opportunity to learn something about her? It’s entirely possible I just wanted to spend more time around her because she was drop dead gorgeous. Maybe it was because she was the first person I bumped into in town? I couldn’t put my finger on it and if we’re being honest I didn’t want to admit the real reason to myself.
That would have to wait for another day though. I had spent so much time thinking about it that by the time I snapped back to reality I was by the greyhound bus stop, well past her house. There was another bus stopped there and people were getting off of it. None of them looked like what I would call a local but its not like I’d really know what a “local” looked like here anyways. Still, this town couldn’t get this many visitors right? It was weird but probably had a completely reasonable explanation.
“The Eagle’s Roost” read the sign above the bar’s entrance, it was actually a pretty high class looking establishment. The fresh red paint gleamed against the faded whites and grays of the other buildings on the street. Inside, a well polished dark wood floor greeted me. The room was completed by a roaring stone fireplace and a well used set of stools by the counter.
“Hey there! Anyone home?!”
I called out into the empty bar.
“Give me a minute!”
Replied a deep gruff voice form the back room. Eventually a man emerged from the room, well I say man but what I mean was a mountain in human form. This guy had to be about 7 feet tall and built from solid granite. Seriously, the muscles on this guy would’ve put The Rock to shame.
“Little early to start drinkin’ isn’t it?”
The mountain grunted judgmentally.
“Well I’m new here I just wanted to see the town. I could come back later if you want.”
“New, why didn’t you say so! New here, I haven’t seen anyone new here in years! come sit down if you’ve got questions about this place I can probably answer them!”
The now elated giant boomed at me. He turned hospitable in an instant, offering me a drink on the house for his poor manners before. His name was Tucker and he’d come to the town years ago as a foreman for it’s mine. The mine dried up and the workers moved on but something about this town spoke to him and he decided to stay. He opened up this bar and the rest is history. Something about the way he talked about the mine did’t sit right with me though. He kept mentioning how it dried up like he was trying to convince me that was what happened. Plus a mine out here didn’t exactly make much sense to me.
“So you run this place alone then?”
I asked, more to be polite than out of genuine curiosity. We had started to run out of things to talk about after conversation about the mine dried up much like it apparently had.
“Never needed any help besides my wife’s, but most days I just run the place alone, yes. No sense in hiring help here, not many people looking for work outside of the ones working at that grocery store down the street. Anyways I should get back to work, its getting to be about time we actually open to the public.”
I turned my head to look at the sign I now realized was stuck to the door. “Eagle’s Roost Hours: 6PM-1AM every night”. I realized with embarrassment I had walked through the door an hour before opening. Tuck had been nothing but friendly though, and I almost felt bad for assuming the locals like him would want to shoo me away. After all, everyone I’d met so far had been nothing but nice, not including Rocco that is.
As I turned my attention back to my drink I thought about the mine again. I hadn’t seen any records of the mine Tuck mentioned in my internet searches of the town before I came here. Honestly it had been incredibly difficult to dig up anything on the town. I wasn’t necessarily the most thorough in my search, but mines tend to be a staple of the towns they’re located in. This mine in particular seems to be what the town was built on. I’m not sure what had me so worked up on this mine issue but I was sure it was important. I sat there at the bar, mulling it over and sipping on my drink when a hand slapped down on my shoulder.
The man it was attached to said something but I couldn’t catch it even if I wanted to. I was far to laser focused on the mark seared black into the mans hand, the exact same eagle that was burned into my back. I pushed him off and bolted for the door, all I heard behind me was the mans confused “What?” And Tuck shouting at him.
“Now what in the Blazes did you do to the poor kid Robert!”
I shot off into the street from the bar, no one was chasing me but the fact that the symbol was here had set me off like a deer running from a gunshot.
“What the hell happened to you?”
Called a now familiar, heavily accented voice from the alleyway.
“Rocco, what are you doing out here?”
I questioned, bewildered at finding him out in the open. I’d never admit it but seeing a familiar face, even Rocco’s, calmed me down a little
“I’m a raccoon in an alleyway, what do you think I’m doing, fishing? No, I’m rootin' around in the trash, Frank needs some lithium foil and he can’t be bothered to run out and buy some batteries himself, stingy bastard.”
He retorted, looking for all intents and purposes like a normal raccoon at the moment.
“Even if I were to guess I wouldn’t have even come close to that.”
“I live to surprise”
Rocco sneered, taking a bow dripping with sarcasm.
“Anyways Frank is back at the house right? There’s something I’ve got to tell him.”
I asked, turning and running as soon as I got a response in the affirmative.
“Yeah he is, what exactly is so importa…. And he’s gone”
I made it to their strange high house in record time and burst through the door like I owned the place. For some reason Bianca seemed completely unfazed as I crashed into the entryway without so much as a knock.
“You know, you don’t live here right?”
“Oh yeah, good to see you too Bianca. Anyways, were is Frank, or Stein for that matter I’ve got something to ask.”
“They’re in the basement.”
Bianca said pointing to the door without looking up from the book she was reading.
Her dismissive attitude didn’t even register to me as I made my way down the basement steps. I got to the bottom and an acrid scent assaulted my nostrils.
“Do I even want to know what that is?”
I called into the basement, announcing my presence. Frank emerged from a room to my side decked out in a full lab coat and goggles along with a hairnet to protect what little of his still remained.
“What do you need?”
“You guys seem to know a lot about the supernatural right? Well, does this symbol mean anything to you?”
I said pulling off my shirt and turning my back to show him the mark that woman had left me with. His reaction could best be described by the sound of shattering glass as he dropped the beaker he was holding as he saw the symbol.
“Where did you get that?!”
He yelled more than asked.
“Back in Imalone.”
“Imalone? What’s that supposed to mean?”
It dawned on me that I hadn’t explained it to him like I had Bianca, so I filled him in. I told him the whole truth this time, where the mark came from, what really drove me to Eagles Peak, all of it. Frank listened diligently looking more concerned by the minute, at some point Stein joined him. A similarly shocked look was plastered across his face. I swear he was turning white when he answered my question.
“It’s the mark of the Thunderbird, and from what you told us, you met… her in person.”
“So why do you look so worried about it?”
I asked, feeling a little worried.
“Well she’s marked you personally, most people that have that mark would’ve gotten it to show devotion or allegiance and it certainly wouldn’t have come directly from the Thunderbird.”
The way Stein talked about this “Thunderbird” made me think I may be in even deeper shit than I realized.
“So do you two actually know anything about the Thunderbird?”
I asked, hoping these two would know something considering their long study of the supernatural.
“Until recently I only knew of the native legends surrounding the creature. I heard of people marking themselves with that symbol so I assumed there must be some truth to the legends. But neither me nor Frank has ever seen the Thunderbird, much less seen it..er, her take a human form.”
Stein answered, sounding almost disappointed in himself. I got the sense that not knowing something like this really ate at him. Which was just further proven by what he said next, a grin suddenly appearing on his face.
“Frank, I think we have our next big research project on our hands then.”
“I’ll start pulling any records I can find of accounts like Keith’s here.”
Frank said, hurrying over to a computer in the basement corner that looked ancient.
“Yes and compare those to the various legends surrounding the Thunderbird.”
Stein responded, rifling through a row of cabinets against the far wall.
Those two seemed to be whipped into a frenzy by something they knew next to nothing about being dropped in their laps.
“Guys… Guys! Can we hold off on going full mad scientist mode for just a second I’ve got one more thing to ask!”
I yelled trying to get their attention. when they turned to me I could see the spark in both their eyes as they hastily responded in unison.
“Yes, what!”
“Have either of you heard about a mine in this town? Tuck at “Eagle’s Roost” mentioned it but I don’t remember seeing anything about it when I looked into this town.”
“Ah the mine, it’s out in the forest north of town somewhere. There was a collapse or something a few years after it opened and the town covered it up. It would’ve been very embarrassing for them to admit the screw up so they just… didn’t, that’s all there is too it.”
Frank answered, seemingly bothered by the mundaneness of that question.
“So the mine is still out there then?”
“Of course! What did you think it just walked away? No, leave us be we’ve got work to do.”
Stein snapped.
As I left the two to their business and made my way out of the house I ran into Rocco, several grimy batteries grasped in his paws.
“They uh… I don’t think they’ll need those batteries anymore bud.”
“God damnit! That’s what I get for trying to be helpful.”
Rocco yelled, as he threw the batteries against the wall. I had to chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Here I was walking past a talking raccoon on his way down to two scientists looking into a Thunderbird. That’s a real thing that’s currently happening to me. Just a few days ago simply seeing Rocco knocked me out almost immediately and now he was just a minor inconvenience. Could it be that I was actually adjusting to all the crazy things that had been happening around me? I sure thought so.
Upstairs, Bianca was still nose deep in her book at the kitchen table.
“Hey can I ask you something?”
“Yeah sure, what is it?”
“Ever been into the woods around town? There’s something I want to check out there.”
“I don’t usually leave the house all that much if I’m honest.”
Bianca answered, a touch of sadness in her voice.
“Do you want too? Leave the house I mean.”
“What are you getting at?”
“Well, I’m going to be headed out there tomorrow looking for the old mine.”
“And why are you looking for that?”
She questioned suspiciously.
“I have a feeling it has something to do with the mark that woman… and I forgot I didn’t tell you about that.”
Bianca looked up at me as she said with a smirk.
“I knew there was more to that story from the other night. Why didn’t you tell me?”
I’ll spare you the details but needless to say I told the story again. I really need to start bringing everyone together when I do these things, it would save me time.
“So that’s why you came here, and you think this mine has something to do with it?”
Bianca exclaimed excitedly. I could almost see the lightbulb going off over her head.
“Yeah that’s pretty much it, do you want to come with? I mean you don’t have to go but I”
She cut me off,
“You know what maybe I should go. Two sets of eyes gives us better odds right? And you have a bad history with forgotten places I seem to recall.”
Bianca said with a coy smile.
“That’s what we’ll do then, I’ll get some things ready and stop by tomorrow, we’ll leave from there.”
And before she had a chance to rethink her answer I left feeling pleased with myself.
My next stop was the hardware store on the other side of town. Of course I still had my travel bag from the good old Imalone trip but I figured I’d pick up some more tools that could come in handy.. I ended up with two heavy duty flashlights, some work gloves of various sizes cause I had no idea what size would fit Bianca, and a set of bolt cutters. It was only when I got up to the counter and the clerk gave me the stink eye that I noticed my mistake.
“You planning to break into something kid?”
Questioned the older guy cashing me out. I responded before my brain caught up with my mouth.
“I was planning on it but you guys didn’t sell balaclavas. So I guess I’ll have to wait.”
The man eyed me for a second then burst out laughing as he handed me my things. Which was good because I knew a few places back in Wisconsin where pulling that would’ve got me pulled into a backroom for questioning. Not a lot of people knew how to take a joke back home. Weirdly enough it was the first time I thought of home since coming here. Obviously I had family back there but we weren’t exactly close like I said before. I just found myself missing the familiarity of the area I had lived in for the past 24 years of my life. I think that’s why I came to the decision to call my mother when I got home later that night.
The whole walk home I had this strange feeling of being watched. No-one was there, I’m sure because I checked… several times. But even as I locked the door to my house and starting sorting out a bag of supplies for Bianca, the feeling didn’t go away. As I pulled out my phone to call my mother the feeling finally faded into the background as I got her familiar answering machine.
“Hi, you’ve reached Carla, leave your name and number after the tone.”
Straight and to the point as quickly as possible, that was the best way to describe mom and it showed even in her answering machine.
“Hi mom I bet you’re wondering where I ended up. Well I’m in New York now, in a sleepy little town. Its nice really, I already met some new people they’re… well they’re a bit strange but I think I might fit in with them. I’m still looking for a job but I had a really well paying temp thing the other day so I’ll be fine for a little while. Anyways, hope you’re doing well, love you.”
I teared up a bit as I ended the call, I hadn’t called my mother in at least a year. She never checked up on me and I never checked in with her. We’d see each other at family gatherings and talk but outside of that I didn’t really contact her much anymore. It was sort of a mutual agreement that we both had, we assumed the other was alright. But being this far from Wisconsin, this far from home, had finally caught up with me. I wanted to at least hear her voice, even if it was just a recording.
As I finished up packing for tomorrow I was quite proud of myself. I’d thought of just about everything, I dug some old hiking boots out for myself and some rope from my old travel bag. Several different sets of flint and steel and about three days worth of dehydrated food adorned the top pocket of both bags. I’d even found an old water purification kit that ended up in one of the duffle bags I brought from my apartment. In short, I was the most over prepared for an excursion like this I’d ever been. It did help push back the eyes I felt peering at me from somewhere over my shoulder, the feeling of being watched still not leaving me. Once I laid down and tried to fall asleep the feeling only intensified. Sounds of rolling thunder in the distance reminding me of my time in Imalone and the fury of the storm the Thunderbird brought. I felt strangely confident as well though, tomorrow Bianca and I may finally start to uncover some answers as to why I felt called to this town, and maybe even what this mark could mean for me.

I was never a cat person. I always said if I was to ever get a cat it would be an orange one. One day a big orange boy was found wandering our yard (we live rurally) and no one ever claimed him. It really felt like he was meant to be. He was a spicy guy always swatting people as they walked by, but never me. He would instantly purr when I would pick him up, but not anyone else. I knew I was his favorite too. He would run and follow me, and now I miss the sound of that. He showed up right before I developed some health problems, and he was there for me throughout it. I have never felt love for a pet like I do Chip. He was my soul cat. On February 18th he developed a urinary blockage, and we had to put him down at 5 years old. It was so sudden. I feel guilty because I couldn’t afford to save him. I am angry because I only got to experience his love for a year and four months. I know I should be grateful. I miss him so much. I sleep with his favorite blanket every night. I wear a necklace with his hair in it everyday just to feel closer to him. It’s been 3 months and I still can’t move on while everyone in my house has. I can’t even talk about him without my eyes filling with tears. I do not want to move on. Moving on means that I have to accept he is gone. I can’t do that.

Trigger Warning - Violent Death
I had my beloved boy, Salem for 12 years. After leaving an abusive environment together we were very much living a hermit-like life, I would not even leave him for a night to travel anywhere. We sleep cuddling every night and he was the light in my life living with PTSD.
On Friday night he really wanted to take a brief walk around the property, which he enjoys doing. At the same time a lady walking her dog unleashed allowed her dog onto my property. He grabbed Salem and immediately snapped his neck - I heard his scream but by the time I reached him he was paralyzed on the ground and dying. I picked my cat up, ran into my house and told him I loved him, I was sorry and that it was going to be Okay as he died horribly in my arms.
I have never felt so much grief and sadness. I can't eat or sleep. His body still lays on the lounge because I couldn't face burying him yesterday. I wander around my house sobbing and wailing, I have lost pets to old age before but nothing compares to the senseless and brutal way I lost Salem, overnight.
Feeling so lost and alone right now.

I (27F)met my twin flame (29M) and started dating in June 2023. Officially together in September 2023.
I found out in October that he had sex with an older, (37F) hot woman in August. I let it go because we weren’t officially together but we were obviously already making love. I was extremely hurt by that. I also saw him gawking a girl in March 2024.
Before I met him, I was very secured. Confident with myself. I never really compared myself to any attractive girls my entire life. I had healthy confidence.
He was the opposite. He had unhealthy confidence. Always wanted to prove himself at his job. I managed to teach him healthy confidence and he excelled well at work and everywhere else in life. I’m very proud of him. He healed and grew very fast, while I feel like I’m losing myself.
He has a wandering eye because he used to seek validation. I feel very insecure now because of him staring at girls and the sex that happened in the past. But also, I see that he genuinely loves me. Wants to marry me. Very in love with me. Always reminds me that he really wants to be with me.
But I feel unsafe even though there’s nothing to worry about. I’m afraid that he’ll slip because he has cheating history.
I need advice. Please help.

Si sube fotos desnuda?

Do you realize how cringe this is? And do you realize that our sub is like this yet only 10 times worse?
Can we please start a habit of telling other teams' fans to fuck out of our sub? I mean they're still obviously allowed to root for us during the postseason but Jesus Christ this level of karma farming is off the charts. It's pissing away some of our less reactionary fans out of our sub because they know that we're good and we will always have a chance at the Cup, they don't need to be serenaded by other teams fans about it.
I've seen:
Bolts (huh) Sens Isles Perds (huh) Avs (huh) And of course Ducks fans (list is probably longer, that's how dire the situation is)
Come into our sub in the posts and comments BEGGING for us to win it all even though we're just redditors and have no control over the actual outcome of the games. It's cringe and it's getting us clowned on everywhere, not just the edgy circlejerk subs. I posted this here because I felt the need to have a serious discussion about it because it does impact our sub and the perception of it across the community. We need to have a talk about it, and that talk is now.
P.S. if you're actually traumatized by the losses THAT MUCH, to the point in which you need a random ducks fan to post about how good the team is and that the team can still win, seek therapy. We don't need this sub to turn into a group session for Ways To Cope With A Loss
P.S.S. Jamie Benn. Just throwing it out there

There are two stray cats that wander around my neighborhood, a male and female. The female comes to my porch for food about once a day and is very social. My cat LOVES her and always wants to go see her. She always meows to let me know her outside friend is here for dinner!
The male, however, she HATES. I don’t feed him and he is not social at all. He will run if he even sees me around. This morning at about 5AM I woke up to an AWFUL growling and hissing from my indoor cat because the feral male was on the porch. I really thought she had hurt herself, it was so scary! I don’t know how to tell her she’s perfectly safe behind the thick glass sliding door. She just seemed so stressed and even when I scared the cat off and took her away, she was still vigilant and watching. I’m not sure what it is about the male that sets her off, but I’m not sure what to do. I give her access to all of the windows since we’re right by the woods and she can see all the critters. I just don’t want her hissing and stressing out, especially when I’m not there. Is there anything I can do for her?

My WW had a 7 month online affair with her old high school teacher (also married). DDay was April 22nd. She was planning to meet him at a hotel in June, but since I found out she cut all contact with him, and has been very open and apologetic. She cried straight for about a week, admitted to everything as far as I can verify, (watching each other masturbate, saying she loves him, fantasizing about living together). She did almost everything right from that point, except begging me not to tell the OBP.
We want to reconcile (we have 2 little girls, married 10 years).
My first instinct was terror at losing my family, and just general jealousy and hurt. I never yelled at her or anything. I didn't feel I needed to, she was clearly contrite and didn't like herself for doing it.
We've been doing the hysterical bonding thing, which seems to help. And we've been talking more, which is nice. I can't usually go to sleep at night though and wander downstairs to stew most nights. She feels bad about that.
Last night she came down in the morning and found me awake at 5am. We talked because I was jealous that when we were having sex she wanted me to grab her ass but didn't say anything. She tried to move my hands, but it wasn't clear. In short, she's always been very shy about sexual communication. I couldn't sleep because I remembered some of the sexually graphic texts and emails she sent to him. I told her this, and for the first time (except 1 extremely brief bit on day 1) she explained that she was more comfortable with this man sexually because they communicated much more about other topics and opened up about their feeling, etc. Then she complained that she went through a rough 2 years because I didn't spend enough time with the family, or enough time with her.
She's a stay at home mom because I work hard enough so she can do that, and I think I always resented that she wasn't happier or more grateful for that. She wanted to stay home when we had kids, I give that to her, and now she's mad that I don't see them enough.
The big problem is that she's probably right. I would sleep in late on non work days, I'd stay up late to get alone time, and I didn't love family adventures with our little girls. I'm an introvert. My girls love me, don't get me wrong. My oldest (7 tomorrow) and I have long conversations and debates, and I'm clearly her favorite.
It's not that my WW is wrong, it's that I'm not ready to accept that kind of blame or responsibility right now. I'm hurting worse than I ever have before, and on top of that I have to hear that my wife is angry at me and I wasn't a great husband. How am I supposed to heal through that?
I shouldn't overstate it, my WW was very clear that my failings (my word) don't serve as an excuse for what she did. We love each other and seem committed to making it work. She feels a ton of guilt and we are very kind to each other. But in the span of a month I went from:
I'm a good responsible husband with a solid marriage
to
I'm a good responsible husband whose wife made a terrible decision and I have to learn to forgive her.
to now:
I'm an average husband at best that neglected my wife causing her to have a brutal affair and now I have to heal through that just to get back to where I was, and then make all kinds of life changes to improve her life. Where upon, maybe, she'll love me as much as that other cheating A-hole.
This sucks.

Starting a few months ago, I took a hard look at myself and my behaviors and began to really put renewed effort into making some improvements in myself, for my wife and our marriage. We are 45m and 44f, married 20+ years, 3 kids together. One of the things I have been really working on is what I say (and don’t say) to her in person and over text messages. But now that I have been doing this for several months, I am starting to question if this is a loving thing I’m doing, or if I’m just not being my real self in order to manipulate what she thinks of me and how she feels about me. I can tell you that my intent is to show her I can make improvements in myself, to have her love me and be happy with me and respect me even more than she currently does. There’s not really a deficiency in those feelings from her. I just want to make us even stronger and better together, and I think it starts with me and my actions
I like to think I am still being me, but just a better version of me. A version she can love even more and be proud of even more. But sometimes I have doubts that I’m being too purposeful — that’s I’m manipulating too much. I listed a few examples below. I am probably just overthinking my new approach, but anyway, I just wanted to share I guess. If anyone has any insight or advice here, please let me know. Thank you for reading this post.
— Recently I’m driving solo to my doctor’s appt and my mind is wandering and I totally miss my exit on the turnpike. And it is kind of a rural area so next exit is like 5 miles further. I was going to be like 5 or 10 minutes early, but now I’m going to be late. So I’m pretty mad at myself. [OLD ME: I would’ve arrived to the doctor and then texted her and shared with her that I missed the exit and how I was mad at myself and how it was very frustrating that I keep doing this dumb stuff]. [WHAT I DID: I didn’t mention it at all to her. I figured what was the point of bringing my negativity and anger to her and basically looking for her to comfort me? And why let her know I made another silly mistake? Nothing for me or her to gain with those actions from me].
— We have a small dog that she loves and this dog really loves her. I love him too, but my wife is enamored with him. He gets 1 or 2 walks a day around our neighborhood. Usually it’s me that does the walks. [OLD ME: I would always tell her (or announce to the house where she would hear too) that I was taking him on a walk, I guess so people knew where I was and so I could kind of get “points” and recognition in my wife’s eyes for taking care of his walks]. [WHAT I DO NOW: When I realize it’s time to walk him or when he just has extra energy and needs one, I just grab his leash and take him, I basically don’t say anything. If my wife happens to notice, I just smile or say “Be back soon” and I take care of it. I figure if anyone needs to know where I am they can look me up on my Apple Watch family sharing. And my wife knows I walk him several times a day, so me announcing it is kinda more data she doesn’t need and kind of me looking for appreciation for a task that just needs done, and that I know she already appreciates me doing].
— I rarely text her anymore about my feelings or emotions on stuff, or when trying to be extra lovely or sexy about stuff. With some advice from others, I kind of figured out that my efforts weren’t translating well over text to her — that the stuff I was sharing and sending wasn’t having the desired effect. So now I still share most of that stuff with her, but I wait til I get home so she can see and understand in person (and see my true emotions, body language, etc) for what I wanted to share with her, and for her to get the full range and details of the story. And for the lovey & sexy stuff — I just concluded that she definitely knows I love her and am attracted to her and think she’s crazy sexy —- since she wasn’t really interacting with my text message attempts to tell her this, I save that stuff too for later and I tell her and show her how I feel when I get home and see her in person.
— I wore the wrong shoes to work on a project at my mom’s house — Crocs instead of closed-toe shoes — which made the job marginally more unsafe. [OLD ME: I would’ve told her when I got home how to had the wrong shoes and how I’m glad nothing happened and some of the things that could’ve happened because of my mistake]. [WHAT I DID: I didn’t mention it to her at al. I was fine, nothing happened. And now it’s definitely in my mind to pick the correct shoes next time. What good is it to tell her that stuff and maybe worry her of what could’ve happened? Or to let her know I was forgetful again and because of that put myself in a small amount of danger?].

He got stuck there for a while, waiting for them to cut his last tether to the world.
While waiting in the aether, he laughed, because he always did in the face of drama and tragedy. He’d gone and done it for the last time, hurtling along for that one extra grasp of goodness, and all the karmic bills came due at once. There wasn’t much he could do but laugh, getting a glimpse of his unresponsive body with the swollen face and the umpteen tubes sticking out of him. He couldn’t quite hear what his wife was saying, he saw his daughter on a screen briefly, and he had a feeling his sister got involved, but that was it.
He kicked a random rock in the space between, and it crumbled to dust on impact. He couldn’t stop grinning as the remains dispersed, vanishing as they returned to the aether that formed them. Somehow, just this once, everyone else had been right. He had his money, his freedom, his support, his “family” (and the daughter he left behind), and in the end, he was left with nothing more than himself in the void. He’d destroyed the rock that could have kept him company.
Days passed, or that was what he gathered from vague flashes of the material world. Though he had nothing to do but wait and his sense of time was gone, he’d begun looking for other forms of substance in this space. There had to be more than one rock, unlikely though it was. After all, it still solidified against all odds, even before he shattered it. There were no directions or landmarks in this liminal space, but also no boundaries. He could wander as much as he liked until they took his body off life support.
Assorted whispers and sentiments brushed by him as he walked. Warm jokes, indignant expressions, comments of approval and complaints all flowed past. There was no priority or pattern to them. All of these memories and emotions were equal in the void. Even if he was still smiling, he might have grit his teeth a little. At least he had his teeth in these final moments of existence; they were the definition of pearly white and a source of pride, even to his daughter who inherited his dental advantage.
She had also inherited his mouth, his feet, his eyes, his body chemistry and the rampaging neurochemical disasters attached to it, his ability to nod off anywhere, and some of his turns of phrase and gestures.
At some point, he finally found a clump of dust. This dust had gathered around something that kept it from blowing away, a tumbleweed anchored by treasure. He picked it up and began to tease apart the outside to get to whatever was shimmering within. When it was exposed, it dissipated into shining sparks in the space around him, and visions of his history assailed him.
Memories flowed and rushed past him, a rapid river of time and experiences. He was born in a large city. His sister made trouble for everyone from the moment she was born. He met, loved, and married a charming woman with a funky leg. He held his daughter and was told he couldn’t name her Jeleanor. He played video games with her, fell asleep during some of her IEP meetings, gave warm and sturdy hugs.
He betrayed all of them at one point. He laughed as his daughter sobbed and slapped him for what he was doing to his family. Even the dog looked him dead in the eye as she pooped on the floor next to him. He broke free of it all and flung himself halfway across the world.
He chose a new family, did important and high-paying work, and he was free of all influences for a while. The daughter he’d left behind was the only exception.
Things got better at some point, maybe.
Somehow, all of these events ended with him here, waiting to be free from the mortal coil, holding a now-empty clump of dust in his hands. New words filtered in from elsewhere.
“Brain test is negative. Dad’s gone.”
“So that’s it, then?”
That was it. His body was allowed to die.
With the tether released, his form shimmered into a common perception. When he touched his face, the mustache he’d shaved for over a decade had returned. His hair remained sparse, but that was an adequate compromise. A memory resurfaced of a little girl bawling when he first shaved his mustache lifetimes ago.
When he was done chuckling at the world that gave him his final justice, he turned around and walked towards the light that had appeared. Upon arriving on the other side, he was promptly mobbed by a small bearded dog, his mother who got the action star railgun of her dreams, his befuddled father, and his ex-wife’s mother completely ready to rub in how he died first after all that.
All of it ended in a cartoonish cloud of comedic violence.

I’m not sure why my original post of this got removed but here it is reuploaded! This is my original video and interpretation of the interludes.
So I’ve spent a lot of time listening to the monologues I recorded and other clips of them that I’ve found online and I think I may have finally completed an accurate transcription!
I have so many ideas about what these could mean but I’ll save that for another post when I get my thoughts together. To me it sounds like a conversation, whether between Vessel and Sleep or just two opposing ideas held simultaneously. I’d love to hear what everyone else thinks! (Also any corrections if I interpreted something wrong!) I’d give anything to sit down and have a philosophical conversation with Vessel lol.
Audio recorded in Des Moines, 5/14/2024. Anyways enjoy and have a lovely day <3
Interlude 1 (0:00-1:09)
To me, it seems that there must be something on the other side. We are all told that truth is merely a conclusion that can reliably be derived from some observable phenomenon. We forget that truth is a tool. It is the hook upon which we hang our deeds and the bed from which we rise each day.
To assume that death is the end is to assume that our being extends no further than the physical substrate that carries us. This assumption does not account for the way in which we experience being alive, nor does it sit comfortably aside the fact that we are not yet able to comprehend the way in which our being manifests itself from the flesh and bone that binds us.
I believe that those gaps in our understanding are still wide enough to cast doubt on such conclusions. I believe that those gaps are yet wide enough for our souls to fit through, and drift onwards into some new realm.
Interlude 2 (1:09-2:34)
To argue the existence of anything beyond death is to reject the idea of death itself. Death is not the opening of some eternal door. Death does not confer transcendence of any kind.
To make such assertions is to act as though we do not know death; as though we do not spend our lives trying to drag forth some semblance of meaning from beneath death’s thick, dark shadow; as though we have not also inflicted it, no less than we sometimes revel in it.
It is only the certainty of death that provides us with the darkness against which we all glow defiantly. Life without death knows no form, no boundary. Without death and our finite nature we would be stripped of all meaning, left to wander as little more than endlessly rotating gears in the quiet engine of a cold hell.
But we do not die because it gives our lives meaning. We die because it is the way of all the things. And in the end, is that not all we are?
Interlude 3 (2:34-3:47)
It is not simply some kind of existential threshold we are all fated to cross. It is far more than these small notions.
One does not need to look as far as the end of their own life to be confronted with the unknowable. One does not even need to look that far to be confronted with death. Look around you, about what can you truly be certain?
Death is a color; it soaks through part of every canvas. Death is a fabric; it can clothe the living. Death is merely another weapon wielded by the great adversary, another cadence in this terribly beautiful symphony you sing to hopelessly.
Let it bring you hope in one hand and fear in the other. It is asking you to dance with both, after all.

"“Merħba Għall-Futur Mill-Aqwa Tagħna” - This Is Malta
Kulħadd jagħmel li jrid hu b’ħajtu.
Permezz ta’ kitba qasira u ritratt wieħed, il-paġna This Is Malta rnexxielhom iqajmu kontroversja fil-kummenti tagħhom. Dan għaliex b’ton sarkastiku qalu, “merħba għall-futur mill-aqwa tagħna” u żiedu wkoll żewġ emojis ta’ dinusawru. Fir-ritratti hemm koppja b’familja fl-1980 u koppja b’żewġt iklieb fl-2024. Minn kif wieħed jista’ jifhem din il-kitba, skonthom konna aħjar fl-1980 meta l-maġġoranza tal-koppji riedu li jibnu familja u jkollhom it-tfal.
Fil-kummenti xi nies qalu lu huwa kuntenti li qed jgħixu fl-2024 u li kuntenti li flok tfal għandhom il-klieb. Oħrajn ma qablu xejn magħhom u qalu li jippreferu jibnu familja milli jkollhom il-klieb.
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"「歡迎來到我們最美好的未來」——這就是馬耳他
每個人都用自己的一生做自己想做的事。
透過簡短的文字和一張照片，「這就是馬耳他」頁面成功地在評論中引發了爭議。這是因為他們用諷刺的語氣說“歡迎來到我們美好的未來”，並且還添加了兩個恐龍表情符號。照片中是 1980 年的一對夫婦和一家人，以及 2024 年的一對夫婦和兩隻狗。從如何理解這篇文章來看，根據他們的說法，我們在 1980 年更好，當時大多數夫婦都想建立一個家庭並生孩子。
有些人在評論中表示，他們很高興生活在 2024 年，也很高興沒有孩子，而是養了狗。其他人則不同意他們的觀點，並表示他們寧願組建家庭也不願養狗。
廣告
時代變了，馬耳他也變了，沒有人可以決定別人的私生活。有些人決定不生孩子，並將一生奉獻給他們心愛的動物，這並沒有錯。每個人都值得被愛，動物也不例外。
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"""Welcome To Our Best Future"" - This Is Malta
Everyone does what he wants with his life.
Through a short text and one photo, the This Is Malta page managed to stir up controversy in their comments. This is because in a sarcastic tone they said, ""welcome to our amazing future"" and also added two dinosaur emojis. In the photos there is a couple with a family in 1980 and a couple with two dogs in 2024. From how one can understand this writing, according to them we were better in 1980 when the majority of couples wanted to build a family and have children.
In the comments some people said that they are happy that they are living in 2024 and that they are happy that instead of children they have dogs. Others disagreed with them and said they would rather build a family than have dogs.
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"""हमारे सर्वोत्तम भविष्य में आपका स्वागत है"" - यह माल्टा है
हर कोई अपने जीवन में वही करता है जो वह चाहता है।
एक संक्षिप्त पाठ और एक तस्वीर के माध्यम से, दिस इज़ माल्टा पेज अपनी टिप्पणियों में विवाद पैदा करने में कामयाब रहा। ऐसा इसलिए है क्योंकि उन्होंने व्यंग्यात्मक लहजे में कहा, ""हमारे अद्भुत भविष्य में आपका स्वागत है"" और दो डायनासोर इमोजी भी जोड़े। तस्वीरों में 1980 में एक जोड़ा अपने परिवार के साथ है और 2024 में एक जोड़ा दो कुत्तों के साथ है। इस लेखन को कोई कैसे समझ सकता है, उनके अनुसार हम 1980 में बेहतर थे जब अधिकांश जोड़े परिवार बनाना चाहते थे और बच्चे पैदा करना चाहते थे।
कमेंट्स में कुछ लोगों ने कहा कि वे खुश हैं कि वे 2024 में रह रहे हैं और उन्हें खुशी है कि उनके पास बच्चों की जगह कुत्ते हैं. अन्य लोग उनसे असहमत थे और उन्होंने कहा कि वे कुत्ते पालने के बजाय परिवार बनाना पसंद करेंगे।
विज्ञापन
समय बदल गया है और माल्टा भी बदल गया है, और कोई भी यह तय नहीं कर सकता कि दूसरे लोग अपने निजी जीवन में क्या करेंगे। इसमें कुछ भी गलत नहीं है कि कुछ लोग बच्चे पैदा न करने का निर्णय लें और अपना जीवन उन जानवरों के लिए समर्पित कर दें जो उनके दिल से बहुत प्यारे हैं। हर कोई प्यार पाने का हकदार है और जानवर भी कम नहीं हैं।
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"""Bienvenidos a nuestro mejor futuro"" - This Is Malta
Cada uno hace lo que quiere con su vida.
A través de un breve texto y una fotografía, la página This Is Malta logró generar polémica en sus comentarios. Esto se debe a que en tono sarcástico dijeron “bienvenidos a nuestro asombroso futuro” y además agregaron dos emojis de dinosaurios. En las fotos hay una pareja con familia en 1980 y una pareja con dos perros en 2024. Por lo que se puede entender en este escrito, según ellos estábamos mejor en 1980, cuando la mayoría de las parejas querían formar una familia y tener hijos.
En los comentarios algunas personas dijeron que están felices de vivir en 2024 y que están felices de que en lugar de niños tengan perros. Otros no estuvieron de acuerdo con ellos y dijeron que preferirían formar una familia que tener perros.
ANUNCIO
Los tiempos han cambiado y Malta también ha cambiado, y nadie puede dictar lo que otros hacen en su vida privada. No hay nada de malo en que algunas personas decidan no tener hijos y dedicar su vida a los animales que tanto quieren. Todo el mundo merece ser amado y los animales no lo son menos.
https://www.gwida.mt/mt/merhba-ghall-futur-mill-aqwa-taghna-this-is-malta
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"""Bienvenue dans notre meilleur avenir"" - C'est Malte
Chacun fait ce qu'il veut de sa vie.
Grâce à un court texte et une photo, la page This Is Malta a réussi à susciter la polémique dans ses commentaires. En effet, sur un ton sarcastique, ils ont dit « bienvenue dans notre incroyable avenir » et ont également ajouté deux émojis de dinosaures. Sur les photos il y a un couple avec une famille en 1980 et un couple avec deux chiens en 2024. D'après la manière dont on peut comprendre cet écrit, selon eux nous étions meilleurs en 1980 lorsque la majorité des couples voulaient fonder une famille et avoir des enfants.
Dans les commentaires, certaines personnes ont dit qu'elles étaient heureuses de vivre en 2024 et qu'elles étaient heureuses d'avoir des chiens au lieu d'enfants. D’autres n’étaient pas d’accord avec eux et disaient qu’ils préféraient fonder une famille plutôt que d’avoir des chiens.
PUBLICITÉ
Les temps ont changé et Malte a également changé, et personne ne peut dicter ce que les autres font dans leur vie privée. Il n’y a rien de mal à ce que certaines personnes décident de ne pas avoir d’enfants et consacrent leur vie aux animaux qui leur tiennent à cœur. Tout le monde mérite d’être aimé, et les animaux ne le sont pas moins.
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